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dirtylilspawn · 2 days ago

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hi, i recently discovered your account, and now i'm just in love with your fics, i really liked the headcanons about reader manhandling lads boys. Can you do a reverse version? like, if they wanted to take revenge.

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Summary: The lads boys manhandle you right back.

Fandom: Love & Deepspace

Parings: [Rafayel x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Zayne x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Hi!!! I'm so happy you like my fics especially the manhandling one, I had fun writing it. And it seems like a lot of people love it haha! Pls don't be afraid to ask anything else you want me to write next. Give me some more good inspiration yall, for me to work on lol. Manhandled pt. 1

Warnings: Fluff & humor, some suggestive stuff, cursing, jealousy, drunk reader

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RAFAYEL

You and Rafayel frequently visit the beach whenever you can.

A was special place for the both of you.

It was summer break, a good excuse to once again visit the ocean together. Staying away from the heat, enjoying each other's company, eating great food, and walking along the sandy beach. That was your typical outing with Rafayel. And if you were feeling more adventurous, Rafayel would take you deep diving along the ocean floors. The two of you swimming along the currents, seeing the beauty of every coral reef or fish, and many other sea life.

Right now, your whole body was floating along the calm waters.

Your back and legs carried by the cool ocean, cradling you with ease. Your eyes were connected with the bright blue sky above you; a few small clouds pass by but otherwise it was a clear sky today. You smiled while letting out a chilled sigh.

You came over to Rafayel's place, wanting to use his private beach to relax and have fun. It has been a suffering hot for the last two weeks, and you needed a break. You didn't even ask him, the moment you showed up to his home, you were already in your two-piece swimsuit. A pretty white bikini with pink shell tracings along the edges, strings wrapping around your neck and upper torso, while the bottoms had string bows on the side of your waist. You also wore a pink see-through coverup with sandals. And to top it off, you held a basket filled with sandwiches, drinks, snack, desserts, that the two of you enjoyed.

This was a surprise of course, but a very openly welcomed surprise to Rafayel none-the-less. Seeing you in such a visually pleasing bikini was nothing but perfection in Rafayel's world, plus there was food, so really, he couldn't deny you. If he could, he'd tell you to dress like that all the time, 24/7. The only problem would be the onlookers gawking over your beauty, plus he knew you'd be against it anyways. A man can only dream.

Anyway, your thoughts soon came to a halt as you suddenly wondered to yourself, where the heck was your boyfriend? He was here with you during the early day, bathing in the sun, playing few games, swimming together. But as you look to both your sides seeing empty water, and Rafayel's beach cabana empty. You can't even hear him, and you were starting to get a bit anxious.

The last time you heard his voice before relaxing on top of the ocean, was that he'll be right back. That he was going to get something before returning to you. That was seven minutes ago

You didn't know what he was trying to do or get at, but it shouldn't take that long...right?

"Rafayel!?"

You called out as your body was still floating above the water. You hear nothing, no reply back. The only sounds were the wind blowing through some trees, and the swishing of the ocean underneath you.

"Where is he? He didn't ditch me...did he?"

You bite your lip, eyes staring up at the sky with a narrowed glare. Your throat emitting an annoyed groan as another minute passes on.

"He wouldn't...I bet he's scheming something...I can feel it..."

You quiet yourself to hear anything, anything at all. You didn't know why but you had a gut feeling that something was not up. You heart starts to pick up, making you feel on edge. Another minute of calm silence stresses you out as you shake your head.

"Okay that's it! I'm done waiting around, where the hell-AAH!!"

Before you could even get up and search for Rafayel, a strong hand starts to wrap around your legs, while the other hand made its way to your back. The mysterious person picked up from the water, holding you close. You're still screaming in horror at the sudden action, squirming in this person's arms, wondering how a stranger wandered into Rafayel's beach. But all those screams die down as you see your mischievous boyfriend with that annoying grin of his as he stared down at you. His whole-body drench with water, droplets from his hair landing onto your chest.

Rafayel then leans into your neck with rampant amounts of kisses. You sputter out nonsense as he continues to do this before leaning away to give you a sly wink.

"Hey princess, didn't miss me too much did ya~?"

"R-Rafayel! What! Why! You...jerk!"

Your terror went to confusion, which went to anger as you grabbed at his cheeks. Shaking his head with so much frustration causing the man to yelp himself getting away from your attack.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry, stop shaking me! You don't want me to drop you, do ya?"

You stop shaking him, but your pout still remains of your face as your arms were crossed against your chest.

"Where were you?"

"I wasn't that far away, just down below the reefs to find this."

Rafayel hand that was on your back reveals on your side a beautiful conch seashell. The outside a shiny iridescent silver refection, with the sun's rays, you could see the tiny rainbows reflected around the surface. On the inside material was a light violet color, its smooth base glittering, drops of water tracing the shell as if they were pearls. This was indeed beautiful shell, one that Rafayel motioned for you to take into your hands which you did. Your fingertips trace the patterns of the conch shell; it was the size of your palm.

"Isn't it beautiful, thought I find the most extravagant shell I can find, for the most extravagant woman here.

You didn't say anything, as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, feeling a bit silly for worrying so much. Feeling embarrassed how the thought of him being underwater was a possibility. You look away from him, clutching the shell close to your chest.

"...it's pretty..."

Rafayel chuckles leaning in to give you a sweet kiss to your cheek. He starts to walk his way back to the shore.

"I'm sorry for scaring you princess, are you mad at me?"

You sigh, eyes returning to his as you smiled back at him.

"No, just next time bring me with you, I like it when we do things together."

Rafayel kisses your cheeks again, his nose brushing with yours.

"Fully noted. Though, I have to admit, hearing your screams was a lot funnier than I expected, cute even. I might want to hear it again~"

Rafayel stops, the ocean water only encompassing his whole waist. His arms start to get lose around your legs and back. He then teases by swaying you around in his arms, as if he has the nerve to throw you out of his embrace, and into the water harshly. You give him a glare, as you wrapped one arm around his neck securely.

"Don't even try fish boy."

Rafayel could only shiver at your threat, a playful yet nervous grin, as he continues to walk out of the ocean and onto the sandy shore.

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SYLUS

You got into a fight.

No, not a serious fight where tensions rise in one's relationship that causes problems, no. I mean a petty silly fight that started out as a small disagreement, only to result in the both of you - mostly you - giving each other the silent treatment. Honestly you forgotten what the argument as about. Maybe it was about work life, or maybe it was that you had a bad day, whatever it was it made you pretty stubborn to talk to him. Always avoiding him, giving him sarcastic huffs, turning your head upward like some snotty rich girl. Refusing to acknowledge his presence in a very playful yet still mad stubborn kind of way.

He knows this, and he finds it adorable.

How his kitten is refusing any sort of affection due to one silly argument. Playing hard to get as he tries lure you in with apologies and love, while all you do is turn your head the other way. Like a stranger pushing a bowl of milk to a stray cat as it hisses in retaliation. He found it absolutely cute, but the cuteness soon died down into a slight irritation.

"My you sure are a sight for the eyes girly~"

"Aw thank you."

Sylus scoffed watching the sleezy older man compliment you like some common whore for him to take. He could overhear the whole conversation between you and him through an earpiece the two of you shared. And the more that bastard talk to you, the more upset Sylus got.

You were undercover obviously, gathering personal intel from a powerful criminal the frequented this nightclub in the N109 zone. You told Sylus about it in a very brief manner, expecting to go alone on this but the Onychinus leader came along with you. Because he'll be damned if he didn't, and he was right. He knows that this little argument between you and him was just no more than playful banter between you both, there was no actual problem. He knows inside you had already forgiven him, even though you won't admit it. He liked that aspect of your stubbornness, but now he didn't, because now he has to watch another man talk to you while you laugh and smile at his words - not actually - and he can't even get two words in before you turn away.

It bothered him.

And it bothered him even more when he sees this old man start to get fresh. His dirty hands making their way to your exposed thigh. Making his way up your thigh, a goal to get underneath your short red dress. A dress he had bought for you one time, a dress that he can only undress and feel up underneath.

Yeah, he's had enough of this.

Time to put an end to your game.

You on the other hand were trying so hard not to punch the man in the face. Your face twitching in anger but still acting coy and sweet, swatting the old man 's hand playfully off, giggling, but deep down you were seething. You just wanted to go home with Sylus and end this night quickly. Just a little more info, then you can finally go.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you can see your intimidating boyfriend waltz right up to the private corner where you and your suspect were sitting. He parted the crowd of dancers with ease, his face stone cold and serious, as his red eyes glowered at the scene in front of him. You cursed inside, as Sylus is now right in front of you. His big body looming over yours as you sat nervously.

"Time to go dove."

It was all he said, you were happy he's here. Happy that he came to get you. But at the same time the stubbornness from before rises, now upset at him for blowing your mission. You sat up hands pushing at his chest gently to make him go back, but the man does not bulge an inch.

"What are yo-"

"Hey, were busy here pal."

The elder man then suddenly gets up; he glares at Sylus while bringing you back close to him. His arm and hand wrapped around your waist, making you cringe not liking being this close to the guy. Before you could even say anything, or push this man away, you saw the familiar dark red and black mist of Sylus evol activating around the old man. He grunts in pain, his whole body capsulated by the powerful evol making his hand come off your waist. It crushed him a bit all before he was suddenly thrown back against the leather couch. He let's out a painful groan, as his body sags pathetically.

You watch this, only to gasp loudly yourself as you had found yourself being picked up by Sylus. Your whole body thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ass sticking out and your dress ridding up your thighs making you blush heavily.

"Sylus!"

"We're going now."

He simply says before making his way out of the club, parting the shocked crowded of people that witness the embarrassing scene. As if that wasn't enough, Sylus gave your ass a sharp spank to your cheek making you cry out with shock. Your butt wiggling at the stinging - but very pleasurable - slap to your ass. You whine as you cover your face from the lingering eyes, you did this until Sylus makes his way outside the club. His feet stop as he made it to his motorcycle where he had parked it.

"Sylus put me down!"

"I don't think so kitten you're in time out."

"Time out!?"

"Well, until you apologize and say that you won't ignore me. Otherwise, you'll be staying up here for a while~"

Is your boyfriend seriously putting you in air jail until you apologize for ignoring him. You sigh, rubbing your hand on your forehead, cheeks puff out as you try to wiggle out of this. But it was no use, as he held a firm grip on you. His hand running up and down your smooth back thigh, teasing yet comforting. Honestly it felt so much better having his hand on your thigh than that old man's hand. So much better.

"Mmm...sorry..."

"What was that kitten I couldn't hear you."

You can just hear the smirk on his face stretching. It made grumble more, arms crossed as you looked at the ground in defeat.

"I sorry, I won't ignore you anymore...now can you put me down! I'm starting to get dizzy here."

"Seems you have forgotten the magic words that go to that sentence."

You let out a long groan, your body slumping his his hold. You can hear his signature laugh which made you want to just hide away and curl up into a little ball. With man was going to be the death of you with his endless teasing.

"Please put me down."

Sylus lets out a hum of approval before setting you back down on the cement ground. You stumble a bit on your heels before looking up at him flustered. He grins down at you, eyes racking every part of your body making you feel so small. He raises a hand to caress your cheek affectionately. Sylus then leans down to give your lips a brief but passionate kiss on your glossed lips. You close your eyes leaning in gor more. All those times ignoring his advances made you realize just how touched starved you are with this man.

He pulls away, which made you whine - he definitely heard - moving to near towards your ear. Making you shiver feeling his breath against your skin lightly.

"Good girl, now let's get back home so we can make up properly. You kept avoiding me for so long, it's about time I take my well-deserved fill~"

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CALEB

"Hmm...where are you pipsqueak?!"

A goofy smile made it to your face as you hide behind a tree from Caleb. Your back against the wide tree, looking over to see Caleb walking along the glassy fields slowly with a grin stretching his lips. Heart pounding in your chest at the prospect of getting caught by him. You try as much to stifle your own laugher or breaths as he inches closer to where you were.

It was a very bright warm day today, Caleb suggested going out and taking a nice walk around the park meadows nearby. You agreed to this and spent your whole day with Caleb as you walked around the park. Passing by kids who run along the sidewalk or hanged around the jungle gym. Food venders who you defiantly stop by, grabbing something to eat with their delicious food. And couples ranging from your age to elderly ones that sat on benches complimenting you and Caleb and your youth.

It was a very peaceful day.

Once you guys made it to the widespread meadow, you couldn't help but feel a bit playful with him. Before he could even say anything, you start to run away from him, taunting about how he couldn't catch you. Making Caleb grin with amusement and run right after you. The both of you laughing and giggling like little kids. It felt so cliche yet wholesome at the same time running after each other in a field of flowers. It was moments like these that Caleb treasures the most, just having so much fun with you, seeing the look of happiness on your face.

"[Y/N]! You can't hide forever."

You hear Caleb call out, but you didn't respond, as you were still hiding behind the tree you picked out. You slid down the tree into a kneeling crouch, staying as quiet as you could so he couldn't hear. You can hear the faint steps of shoes crunching on the grassy ground come closer and closer. Your heart pounding heavily inside your chest, until suddenly you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

You wait a few moments and still you couldn't hear Caleb, nor did he call out again. It was silent, too silent.

You got up from crouching and turn yourself around to look around the tree, seeing no trace of where Caleb was. This caused your heart to skip in fear. You curse inside your head before backing away, knowing Caleb probably would jump out and likely find where you are. You had to get out of there quickly.

And so you do back away.

Right into Calebs chest.

His lips right next your ear, with and evil smirk stretching across his lips.

"Gotcha~"

"Aah!"

Before you know it, his hands grappled your waist, immediately going into a full-on tickle fight. His fingers digging into your sides, tickling you with no mercy whatsoever. You laugh, tears pricking your eyes as you try to move away from his assault. But no, this boy had an iron hold on you.

"Caleb! Haha...w-wait nooo~!"

"After running from me, this is your punishment pipsqueak~"

You whine and moan trying to find a way to get out of this situation. It wasn't until you both found yourself on the ground where you had found an opportunity. His body towered over yours as he stops tickling you for a moment, watching as you trying to catch your breath. The moment you do was the moment you striked, as your hands were placed upon his shoulders. Pushing him over onto the grass with you straddling his waist.

"Ha! Take that!"

Caleb laughs grinning with playful mischief.

"The games not over yet babe!"

His hands are on your waist again as he then tackles you back down, rolling you onto the grass while he was right above you again. Your shock face turns into determination, taking that as a challenge. You roll over him again to pin him down, and he does the same. The both of you laughing about as the two of your rolled along the meadow, trying to pin one another.

It wasn't until Calbe gets dizzy that he stops this. Forcefully manhandling you down with much ease. His hands now pinning your wrists above your head. He pants heavily, looking down at you with his own victorious smile; his looming presence shadows your own body. You try to wiggle away with no avail, Caleb having too much of a hold on you. No match for his ridiculous amount of strength.

"Give up?"

You grunt before letting out a long sigh, head dropping on ground hair messy as well as your clothes. It was a simple pair of jean shorts and [F/C] shirt. He was messy as well, you can see a few grass strands cling to his body, shirt, and pants. A few specks of dirt here and there. His hair was messy, his dog tag necklace dangling above you. You can feel your cheeks heat up, defeated and embarrassed.

You grumble to yourself, looking away from his lingering gaze which made him chuckle. Thinking just how cute you were pinned beneath him, it made his heart flutter.

"Fine, I give up.

Caleb hums, "Good."

He leans down to kiss your lips making your eyes widen but lean into the kiss anyway. He pulls away only to cover your entire face with kisses, causing you to giggle from his cute actions. He continues to do this, even going down to your neck which made you chuckle even more.

Caleb then sighs blissfully in between you neck and shoulder.

He stops and let's go of your wrists, only for him to put his full body weight on top of you. His head laying on your chest nuzzling you, his eyes closed as he basks in this moment the two of you shared.

"Agh, Caleb your heavy...get off~"

"Hmm...nah, let's stay like this for a little while more..."

He says this holding you close like you were so teddy bear. You sigh as you look up at the clear blue sky, feeling the cool wind on your face making you feel a bit drowsy yourself. Your hands wrapped around his head, hands threading through his dark brown locks. Nails scratching his scalp making him groan, burring his head more into your chest.

Everything felt so peaceful and calm in that very moment.

That is until something shifts and prods against your mid-thigh.

"Uh...Caleb?"

"Sorry squeaks, you can't really blame me here."

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XAVIER

He got a call from Tara.

Saying something about helping her with you in the mix of things, it sounded urgent. So of course, Xavier immediately got up to go over to where you were. You told Xavier that you were going out with Tara and Simone for a girl's night out. Just a simple date with the crew, drinking and some karaoke. He smiles to this, saying to be careful and have fun, giving you a kiss as he watched you head out.

And now he watches as you were singing your heart out to some random song, standing on top of a table, microphone in hand, as you slur the lyrics to the song badly. He watched this drunk you in action with amusement but worry. Tara was also there watching the hilarious scene, but she was sat next to Simone who was also heavily drunk, cheering you on with slurred "Whoos", her eyes barely open. Tara was holding her up as she was slumped against the couch, trying to get her to drink water.

"It's been like this for an hour; can you take care of [Y/N]. I have to get Simone back to her place; it's a bit far."

Xavier nods his head, "Yeah, I'll take care of her. You go on ahead."

Tara nods and she gets up bring Simone on her feet. She wobbles and whines about how she wants to stay more, but Tara declines that. She had already called a taxi to come pick them up. Both exit the room, leaving just you and Xavier. You didn't even know Xavier was in the room, to focused on the song at hand.

That was until Xavier grabbed the remote and paused the karaoke game on the tv, the room now silent, making you groan and turn to him. There was a pout on your face, but it soon turned to a goofy smile as you saw your boyfriend was here.

"Xaaavier, your here!"

You lifted up your arms joyfully making Xavier chuckle.

"[Y/N] what are you doing?"

You laugh.

"I'm singing obviously, duuh, c-come on up...and sing with meee~"

You start to dance on top of the table, making it wobble. And Xavier catches this, worried about your well-being.

"I think you done enough singing for today angel, how about we go home."

You turn to him with a sad pout.

"What? Nooo...the night is young just one more song pleeeease~"

"You're drunk [Y/N], you have to come home."

Your head shakes, as you crossed your arms like a child.

"How dare you good sir, I'm not drunk...can a drunk person dance like this!"

You then dance terribly on top of the table, limbs moving carelessly in the air, your skirt flowing with every movement of your hips. Xavier sees this and shakes his head with a laugh exiting his lips. He found this adorable; you completely wasted dancing like nobody watching. It almost made him wish he had his phone to record this silly moment of you.

But his amusement turned into worry as he saw the table wobbling again, this time more frequently.

"[Y/N], how about we get down-"

"No way party pooper, I'm not fini-"

The table buckled violently underneath you, causing you to stumble and fall. The microphone in your hand falling out and onto the floor with a loud thud. You gasp, heart pounding in your chest as you felt the scary sensation of falling. But Xavier being the quick person he is caught you just in time. His arms wrapped around your waist securely, as you had wrapped your arms around his neck. Xavier made your legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding your thighs so you wouldn't go anywhere. Your body was shaking from the frightening fall, sobering you up just a bit.

"Uhm...you know what...your right...I should probably get home...yeah."

You said as you try to calm your frantic heart, clinging onto Xavier like a life preserver. You can hear him chuckle at your words in your ear, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. He doesn't say anything but walk over to grab an un-open bottled water for you and your purse. His one hand still carrying you with no struggle. You can feel your heats heat up in embarrassment, as you and Xavier walked out of the karaoke room. A few passersby's watching confused at the situation.

You moan, hiding your face in his neck, you can feel the chill air of the night as Xavier walks out the building.

"Here, drink."

Xavier orders you to drink the water, presenting it to you. You grab the bottle, unscrewing the cap before taking a nice swig of water down your throat. One hand was wrapped around his neck while the other clutched the bottle, groaning at the cool refreshing water. Xavier continued to walk down the sidewalk, his hands clutching underneath your thighs that still was wrapped around his waist. You stop drinking the water when done, the liquid reaching the bottom of the bottle, as it was almost finished. You let out a long sigh, resting your head on Xavier's shoulder.

"Feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm..."

You mumbled with a yawn. There was silence between you two as Xavier continued to walk with you still in his arms. You can still feel the embarrassment still lingering in your cheeks. Your boyfriend seeing your dance ridiculously while also carrying you like a child. You can see a few more people walk along the sidewalk seeing this embarrassing situation you've gotten yourself in. You wiggle in Xavier's tight grasp he has on you. His manhandling on you getting to your head, but he doesn't care as he holds on to you tightly not wanting to let you go.

"Y-You know you can set me down now, I can walk."

Xavier smiles shaking his head. He leans into your neck giving you sweet butterfly kisses all before he nips at your neck with his teeth. Causing you to gasp and whine more, face hotter than before.

"No, I think I'll hold you till we get back. Who knows what will happen if I let you go. You might just climb up one of these lamp posts and start dancing~"

"Xaaavier.."

Yeah, you had a feeling he'd hold this over you for a while.

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ZAYNE

"Are you going to wear those?"

That's the question Zayne asked you firsthand. Seeing you place on a pair of nice heels on. Heels that were a little higher than the normal pair of heels you would usually wear to a formal event. The two of you were going out to a fancy gathering with some of Zayne's collogues. There was a plus one, and Zayne asked if you had wanted to accompany him to which you had said yes. Knowing that he finds you company to these certain event barrable then if he had gone alone.

You looked up at him with a coy smile stretched across your lips. You hand leaving your feet as you just finished placing the second heel on your right foot. You stand up giving him a good spin around, showcasing your beautiful outfit to him. A long silver dress, your hair up in a tight bun, earrings, a necklace, and those high heels.

"What? The heels? You don't like them?"

Zayne doesn't say anything, only starting down at the shiny silver heels you wore. He adjusts his tie on his tux, as his body was facing a bedroom mirror.

"They're a bit higher than what you normally wear my love."

You get what he was saying to you, that these heels were too much. How he was worried you'd be too uncomfortable all throughout the evening wearing them. Getting yourself hurt making it unbearable to walk. But you were too confident and stubborn, thinking nothing of it when putting on these heels. You looked too good in your outfit, and these heels topped it off, you figured you could handle them.

"Yeah, but I can handle them perfectly see."

You walked like a model on a runway, showing him how you were comfortable with these heels on your feet. You then turn to him with a playful smirk, a hand on your hips.

"See, easy no need to worry I'm fine."

Zayne cocks a brow up as he looks at you for a moment, as if scanning your expressions. He then sighs rolling his eyes back over to the mirror he was facing, checking out his appearance for the final time.

"Alright then, don't come complaining to me when your feet are in agony."

You puff your cheeks at him, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh please! I'm stronger than I look, I bet I can even last the whole night!"

Zayne lets out a small huff of a laugh, while shaking his head, a small but all-knowing grin curling the corner of his lips.

"I know you're strong honey, c'mon it's about time we head out."

And that's where are story leads us, to you sitting on an expensive couch in a private room with Zayne. Your legs and feet propped up on Zayne's lap as his rough hands massaged the soles of your feet. His suit jacket was off, as the sleeves of his black dress blazer was rolled up to his elbows showing his scars. You were dramatically laying back against the couch's armrest, letting out pitiful groans and whines. Your head was tilt back to the decorative ceiling; the feeling of Zayne's hands massage you making you sigh with relief.

Thirty minutes.

Once you reached the thirty-minute mark of wearing those heels, began the intense pain that came after it. You tried your best to stifle the pain away, tried to grin your best smile while taking to many of Zanye's collogues. But the searing pain of those damn heels digging into your skin, making your feet sore with every second. The constant ache with every step you took. Hell, you even stumbled a bit which made people question if you're okay which was embarrassing. It wasn't until you actually stumble and fall into you boyfriend's arms that you knew you were done.

Here was your boyfriend, guiding you to a private room away from the massive party of onlookers. Guiding you gently to the couch so you can sit. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to say anything because you already know what's going through his mind.

"I guessing this is the part where you say I told you so."

Zayne chuckles at your pouty tone. Even with your disgruntled appearance he still finds you absolutely gorgeous. One of his hands ran up and down your legs, your dress ridding up a bit, as his hands made contact with your thigh causing you to shiver. He gives you thigh a good squeeze before lifting your right foot up, making you quirk an eyebrow at him. But it soon went away when his lips pressed a chaste kiss against your ankle. Giving you a good number of kisses till he reached about twelve.

"I wouldn't stoop to such lows my beloved."

He speaks sending a painfully blissful pressure point to your bottom foot causing you to whimper. God, when it came to massages, he was so great at them, always manhandling your body, subduing you into a messy puddle.

"But I will say next time please don't compromise your own health just because of some fashionable clothes, okay?"

You look up at him, seeing his gentle expression towards you. Your heart flickers, giving him small smile back.

"Okay...sorry for cutting the party short."

"No apologies needed, I wasn't really focused on it anyway...now-"

Zayne had placed your legs and feet aside before standing up from the couch. He then gets his suit jacket and places it along your shoulders. He gets your heels in one hand, before wrapping his left arm around you to pick you up. You gasp in shock, wrapping your arms around your neck as he picks you up, one hand with ease. He gives you a smirk, making your cheeks flush and stomach twist.

"-Let's get you back home so I can take care of you."

"B-But wait! What about the others? Seeing me like this in your arms?"

Zayne only walks back to the door that led you to the private room, his right hand the held your heels operating to twist the door handle.

"I'll just say I'm tending to my dear patient who's in need of my assistance~"

And that's exactly what he said, though a big portion of embarrassment still resided inside you as you were carried away. All because a pair of some stupid heels.

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neferaskingdom · 2 days ago

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♡ Too Precious | LN4

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: Lando loves the party life. She prefers quiet nights in. When their differences start to build, so does the tension.

A/N: This is part of my Playlist Roulette series, where I shuffle my playlists and write a story inspired by the first song that pops up. This story is inspired by the song Too Precious by Em Beihold.

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'Cause according to you, I'm too precious You're wishin' that I was more reckless You're wishin' that I would smoke 'til I'm high And play with the guys, regret this You're wishin' that I was more trouble Sorry for being a struggle I do what I want and may not be your type Sorry I can't be a person you like

Lando had always been the type to take things too far.

He lived for the noise. Loud music, louder people, places where the drinks never stopped flowing and sleep was something you caught on a plane. It was easier that way. Fill every second, don’t let your mind slow down enough to catch up.

Since he was sixteen, life had been a blur of tracks and cameras and fake smiles at dinners with sponsors. So when the weekends came, when the pressure finally let up, he wanted to feel like he had some control. He wanted to drink, to laugh too hard, to forget.

And at first, she hadn’t minded. She was different from everyone else in his circle. Calm. Private. Comfortable in silence. Lando had thought it was refreshing. Being with Lando meant fast flights to Ibiza, impulsive parties, nights where the sunrise came too soon. But the novelty wore off. Now she just felt tired. Like she was always trying to catch up to a version of him that wouldn’t sit still. She’d thought maybe he’d slow down for her. He thought she’d go along with him.

They were both wrong.

"Just try it," he said, holding out the glass. "It’s literally one drink."

She didn’t even look at it. "I’m fine."

"You always say that."

"And I always mean it."

Lando leaned back against the kitchen counter, the glass still in his hand. "You’re kind of allergic to fun, aren’t you?"

She glanced up, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"

He took a sip and shrugged. "Nothing. Just... you’re too precious sometimes."

She blinked, like she wasn’t sure she heard him right. "Too precious?"

"Yeah." He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Too good for all this. For drinks, for staying out past midnight, for letting loose like the rest of us."

She crossed her arms. "That’s not fair."

"It’s not an insult."

"It sounds like one."

Lando tossed the rest of his drink back, ignoring the way her face tightened.

"I’m not going to pretend I’m into something I’m not. That’s not fair to either of us."

He pulled back slightly. "Right. Of course. You're too precious."

"Stop saying that."

He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Why? If the label fits."

Another night, another party.

She sat in the corner of the room, watching him move through the crowd like he belonged to everyone. He was surrounded by friends, or at least people who laughed when he made a joke and handed him a joint without asking questions.

One of the guys passed it to her.

"I’m good," she said quickly, waving it away.

Lando saw from across the room and walked over, slightly buzzed and way too confident.

"Come on," he said, voice low against her ear. "One puff won't turn you into a delinquent."

"Can we not do this here?"

He straightened, irritated. "We’re just having fun."

"I know. It’s just... not my idea of fun."

His smile faded. "Right. I forgot. You don’t like anything messy."

"That’s not true."

"You say that, but every time things get a little wild, you check out. You sit on the couch and stare at your phone until it’s time to leave."

"Because I don’t want to pretend to enjoy something that makes me uncomfortable."

Lando’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned back toward the crowd. She watched him go, heart sinking.

The fight came later that week.

He showed up late to dinner, still wearing a wristband from some club he never mentioned he was going to. She had cooked for once, tried to make something that wasn’t takeout.

Lando kicked his shoes off and tossed his keys onto the table like nothing was wrong.

"You look nice," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"You’re late."

He pulled back. "Traffic."

She just stared at him. The lie was too easy.

"You said we’d have a quiet night."

"And we are."

"You went to a party."

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "For like, an hour. Don’t make it a thing."

"You could’ve told me."

"I didn’t think I needed permission."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "That’s not what I said."

Lando set the bottle down harder than necessary. "Is this really about me being late, or is this about how I live my life again?"

She met his gaze. "It’s about you never being fully present unless there’s a camera on or a drink in your hand."

He scoffed. "There it is."

"There’s what?"

"The judgment."

"It’s not judgment."

"You keep saying that, but every word out of your mouth is just a more polite way of saying you think I’m a screw-up."

"I just think your... lifestyle. It isn’t healthy."

He blinked, like she’d slapped him. "Wow. That’s what you think of me?"

"It’s just I think you’re constantly burning the candle at both ends and pretending it doesn’t affect you."

He laughed, but it wasn’t light. "So now I need saving?"

"That’s not what I said."

"You didn’t have to."

She stepped closer, trying to stay calm. "I’m not trying to change you, Lando. I just want you to see that this isn’t sustainable."

"You think I haven’t heard that before?" His voice was rising now. "From my team, my parents, everyone who wants a piece of me? I don’t need to hear it from you too."

"I’m not trying to pile on, Lando. I just—"

"What? Want me to grow up? Stay in? Light some candles and watch a movie like everything’s normal?"

"Yes," she said softly. "Sometimes I do."

He stared at her, something shifting in his face. "You want to fix me."

"No," she whispered. "I want to reach you. But you’re always somewhere else."

He laughed, bitter. "That’s rich, coming from you."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I want you to stop treating me like some broken kid who needs to be fixed."

"That’s not fair. I didn’t mean anything like that-"

"You know what’s not fair? You walking around acting like you’re better than all of it. Too perfect to ever mess up. Too perfect to actually live a little."

"I don’t think I’m perfect."

"You act like it. You sit there with your tea and your books and your damn moral compass, and every time I step out of line, you look at me like I’m some kind of disappointment. And now you’re trying to control how I live?"

"I’m not trying to control you."

"You told me my lifestyle isn’t healthy. You basically just said you’re embarrassed by the way I live."

"I said I’m worried."

"Yeah, sorry you can’t mold me into someone you like."

Her throat tightened. "I don’t want to mold you. I want to feel like I’m not losing you to a version of yourself you don’t even like."

"Don’t psychoanalyze me. You don’t get it."

"Partying every night isn’t healthy!"

He went still.

"There it is again!" His tone turned sharp, defensive.

"I think you’re drowning and pretending you’re swimming."

His jaw clenched. "And I think you’re a control freak who’s afraid of anything she can’t schedule two weeks in advance."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Wow."

There was a long pause. Neither of them moved.

Finally, she spoke. "I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with this."

Lando’s jaw tensed. "Then maybe you’re not the person I should be with."

She swallowed hard. "Maybe I’m not."

The silence between them stretched out like a chasm.

He picked up his keys again.

"Let me know when you’re ready to stop looking at me like I’m a problem. I’ll leave you to your quiet night" he said, and walked out the door.

She didn’t cry. Not right away.

Instead, she sat on the couch alone, staring at the plate of food that had gone cold hours ago.

She hadn’t meant to make him feel small. She just wanted him to slow down long enough to see that not everything good had to be loud and fleeting.

But maybe that was the problem.

He didn’t want quiet. And she couldn’t keep pretending to love the noise.

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r0manceplanet · 22 hours ago

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i have one request. taph x reader idc what u do as long as its fluff please us taph likers are actually drying out like the sahara desert 😭😭

Taph General Headcanons

A/N: Omg how I ran FAST just to start writing this— and you are so right, taph needs more content (coming from a taph main, me lol), and i am here to feed more taph content, feel free to send me more taph requests ngl.

NOTE: this can be seen as romantic or platonic, and as usual the reader remains gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

• Being with him, whether it’s together as friends or partners, no matter what kind of relationship you have with him he’ll always find ways to prank you using his tools.

• He also seems to come up with very… clever ideas on how to catch the killer using his bombs and trip-lines (whatever those are called)… he’s made c00lkidd cry far too many times because of the bombs he keeps throwing at him (save the killers atp).

• He views you like how he views builderman, and as we all know he calls himself “buildermans right hand man” because he’s usually on standby with him, but because he’s parasocial that doesn’t really exist. But with you, he’s always standing next to you and helping you with whatever you need, it’s his way of showing his gratitude towards you.

• He can’t talk at all, so he uses sign language to communicate instead, and even if you don’t know sign language you’ll be able to quickly understand after getting to know he basics of it, and if you don’t understand it (still) I would head-canon that he carries a tiny notebook and pen around him to write as a way to communicate better.

• He’s a cocky little shit ngl, everytime he pranks you or teases you, you can clearly see under his hoodie that little, michevious smirk and continues to go on until you stop him, I also think he would enjoy carrying you skeins sometimes for fun, like bridle style or piggy back and run while doing so, and maybe pretend to fall just to startle you.

• For some random reason (this may be ooc idk) but he LOVES to hold you close and put his cloak around the both of you, I don’t know exactly the reason why he does it but I feel like it’s because he enjoys the feeling of having someone close be so close to him, and he loves to lay his head down on your shoulder and fall asleep if you both are sitting on the couch or laying on the bed together.

• I feel like the hoodie he wears was worn way to many times now, and he doesn’t wash it (and I’m guessing he can’t because of the situation he’s in) so I feel like, if you can sew, you can make him new hoodies in different colors and styles to see how they look on him, and he wouldn’t mind you putting on a few accessories on him, but DO NOT put any makeup or skin care products on his face, he doesn’t like the feeling of it (I would just force him if it’s necessary ngl).

• He would purposely use you as bait to the killers so they can fall into his traps, and then save you after, he likes saving you, especially if you lecture him afterwards lol he doesn’t give any craps whatsoever. And just to add on but, without you knowing he stalks you when he’s not around you, and he makes sure not to get caught by you, even if your friends he would definitely have this little crush on you, and even after your dating he still does this, but he just needs to make sure your being protected by him at all costs! Even if he’s not around…

• I also feel like he enjoys dancing to music, it can be hiphop, slow dancing, kpop, and he’ll DO IT. He would be a super talented dancer, and loves doing little dances whenever he traps one of the killers with his shenanigans. (He stans girl groups, tell me I’m wrong).

#forsaken x reader #forsaken #forsaken roblox #forsaken x y/n #forsaken x you #roblox x reader #roblox #roblox forsaken x reader #roblox forsaken #taph forsaken #taph roblox #taph x reader #Taph x you #taph x y/n

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midnghtprentiss · 2 days ago

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Can I request for Jack Abbot x fem reader? Their child wanted pet(s) and Jack just wouldn't let him since he wasn't convinced that they would take care of it and he's busy with work and so does her. Their kid persuaded her and she tried to tempted Jack to give in. Doing everything just to let him say yes. Jack knew his answer but just wanted to mess you with them🫣. Kisses, fluff, suggestive. Thanks!! :))

a/n: this is my first request omg omg omg, i absolutely loved your request! i changed a few times but hope it matches what you wanted. have fun dear. sorry if there's some mistakes, english is not my first language. enjoyyyy :)

mission called convincing daddy to get us what we want - jack abbot

pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader warnings: jack as girls dad, suggestive content

Parenthood was amazing. You loved it more than you expected. You loved being a mom as much as Jack loved being a dad and he was really proud to be a girl's dad. Your twin girls were the reason for him to absolutely love the new version of him.

Evangeline and Cecilia were his sunshine, his everything. He would die and kill if meant to make them smile. Even before they came to the world he was excited about the idea of having two versions of himself with the person he loves. He spent nights imagining how life would be so much cooler and brighter, he even confessed to you that he always wanted to be a girl dad but never had the chance to make it right before you.

The whole pregnancy wasn’t easy, you had a lot of pain, restrictions and anxiety at the same time. Growing two girls at once was a hell of a full time job and apparently will be for a long time. You were eating more, sleeping more, feeling bigger than ever, you can’t even count how many clothes didn’t fit anymore. You started by doing less shifts and when you did, Jack made sure you didn’t work harder, which led you to a few fights.

“Jack, pregnancy is not a disease. I am more than capable of doing my job and still have two children inside of me.”

“I’m not letting you do everything you want so you can prove something to other people.” You laughed in his face.

“I am a doctor first and then a mother. So please, let me enjoy this moment before I’ll spend my days being known only as a mother.”

Everything changed when you got to hold your girls for the first time and actually be a better mom than the one you have. It was a full time job, the hardest job you’ve ever had, 24/7 of being alert and on the edge of your seat for the smallest things. You didn’t showered for almost a week after you got to bring them home, you cried when they cried and the worst part of it all was the excruciating feeling that you were already failing.

Jack was your number one supporter, your safe haven and he was happy to be there. He dealt with the sleepless nights like a champ, always holding the girls, giving them what they needed just for you to sleep for a while, he didn't even complain about being sleep deprived, he just accepted it. But he never told you how terrified he was of sucking at the only job he couldn’t fail. How he was afraid of sleeping and missing something important, or how anxious he was when they were out of his plain sight. He didn’t tell you he almost gave up being a doctor to stay with the girls.

As they grew up, you both understood how to be better parents and that brought you closer than ever, creating boundaries and rules to make this right. You agreed on coming back to work at your own pace, making cohesive schedules and trying your best not to go home during shifts. You worked the day shift so he stayed with them and he stayed with the girls all day and he worked at night shift for you to be home during bedtime.

Real teamwork.

Cecilia was like a mini version of Jack. She was bossy, talkative and had the same bad attitude as him, which sometimes made your life so difficult, but she was glued to you. Everywhere you went, she was there like a shadow. Evangeline was a whole version of you, she was sweet, calm and did her best to be nice to everyone and yet Jack was the only one who could calm her down when she wasn’t having a good day.

There were nights Ange cried non stop because she wanted daddy and as a consequence Cece cried because her sister was crying. You have to call him at two in the morning, knowing he was busy with a trauma, trying your best to not cry on the phone, asking him to talk to her. Or when Cece was giving him an attitude because he wanted her mama so bad that everyone else was an enemy, he had to call you just for her to feel better.

You decided to change your tactics again and put the girls to socialize in preschool. At first you hated the idea as much as Jack but eventually you decided to give it a try. They absolutely loved it. The first week was filled with tears and anxiety (from you, especially), the desire of bringing them home and putting the whole experiment behind. By the second week the girls begin to cry less and be more excited about going. It was a relief for your mind and both of you could focus more at work.

At six years old you could see these girls were smarter than you imagined. They talked about what they learned at kindergarten and included details about everything they knew and saw. There was no better feeling than watching your favorite human beings embracing their personality.

One day after school during a pick up, you noticed them speaking quietly and giggling with each other pointing at some drawings in their notebooks.

“What’s happening here? Am I missing something?” Ange and Cece looked at each other and giggled louder.

“Mama, we want a dog.” Cece screamed and lifted up her piece of paper.

“Oh really? Why do you want a dog?” You asked curious.

“Today Mrs. Sunny told us about responsibilities and she told us having a pet helped us with that.” Ange was so excited and her sister was agreeing on everything. “We are big girls now.” Big girls that made her father look under the bed every night for monsters.

“Girls, having a pet is a big thing. Me and daddy are really busy taking care of more things to have animals.” You tried to sound soft, knowing how emotional they can get. “Plus, I don’t if you’re ready for this kind of responsibility.”

“We can help!” Cece jumped in, “We can give them food, water, snuggles and we can take them to our walks with daddy.”

That would be fun, you think to yourself, Jack was going to have a stroke when you tell him that. Or better, you’ll let them speak to him.

The idea of a pet was something you and him already talked about. During your pregnancy you had long conversations with your husbands on the subject, you grew up with animals and in fact helped you with the responsibility of taking care of the people you loved. He wasn’t against it, but you’re both busy and now with two kids taking a lot of attention and time, an animal would make it worse and more chaotic.

“I agree with you, girls.” Of course you agreed with them, the smiles they gave you is more than enough. “We need to convince dad to let us have a pet, what do you think?” They squealed and laughed, starting to make some plans and creating some crazy scenarios where the pet was included. “I suggest you two work on something really good for him and we talk about this before dinner, alright?”

When you got home, Jack was already waiting outside. Crossed arms, polo shirt, faded jeans. What a view. The moment he opened the car door for them, they were already on him, talking about their day and showering him with hints about the conversation that would happen later.

He just looked at you confused and nodding with whatever sentence was coming out of their mouths. You walked behind them, contemplating the sweet view of your family.

While Cece and Angel were doing their homework, you were studying a few things for your lecture and Jack was making dinner. You approached him quietly and held his face to make him look directly at you.

“We have a problem, a big one.” His heart almost stopped at your words. “They want a dog.”

“Really?” He chuckled, going back to slicing the onions.

“Something about Mrs. Sunny teaching about responsibility.” You poured yourself some wine and leaned against the counter. “They are on a mission called convincing daddy to get us what we want. It’s gonna be tough on you, buddy.”

“What exactly did you say to them?” He put the knife down and stared at you.

“I said the truth. We’re busy and getting a pet would add more chaos into our lives but I said yes.” You said quietly and he raised his eyebrows. “I can’t resist them, you know that!”

Dinner was chaotic. Cecilia and Evangeline were on fire telling all the good reasons for having cats and dogs. They even called themselves ‘doctor daughters’ and their specialty is love and snuggles. You held your smile the whole time, while Jack was so hypnotized by them he didn’t even blink.

“Girl, I understand you really really really want that but we need to discuss it better.” Their eyes were full of water and while he talked about their busy life, their school time and the extracurricular they do, a dog was harder.

“But we are good girls, daddy.” You almost got up and went to the nearest shelter to get the damn dog.

“I know, bug.”

After bedtime you were laying next to Jack, tracing lines in his chest and you couldn’t stop thinking about their wish of having an animal. Jack knew this conversation was about to happen for the way you tucked them in bed and he heard you saying you would try to convince him using your ‘supermom powers’. Before the conversation started he was already laughing.

You smacked his chest and rolled your eyes, trying to focus on whatever you were about to say to him.

“You know why we can’t have a dog.” You looked at him.

“Why not? Are you afraid he will steal your prosthetic leg?” He burst out laughing holding your arm.

“You would like that, didn’t you?” He teased and your eyes studied his face.

“Jack, we are raising two girls. A dog can make our job easier.” You think about your next words. “It can teach them responsibility.”

“A dog can be dangerous.” He found it amusing how you rolled your eyes every time you disagreed.

“Men are dangerous, a dog is the sweetest thing they can have. Besides, we can use that to make them stop asking for another sibling.” You reminded him, getting more comfortable against his body.

“You have a very good point, love.”

“Of course I have.”

“A sibling?” You giggled, hiding your face between his chest. “They can have a dog and a sibling, then.”

“Easy there, tiger. It’s debatable since I’m the one who carries the children here.”

“Everybody wins something here, just saying.”

“You’re a trouble, Jack Abbot.”

“You married me.” He held your face, caressing your cheeks gently.

It took Jack three days to get a dog. He talked to an old army friend of his that had the contact of a guy that had retired dogs and just like that, you got a dog - Luke. He’s the nicest, trained and responded very well to the girls clinging on to him.

You’ve never seen them so excited and happy to have a furry friend and the best part is watching Jack pretending he’s not blusinh watching his girls run around the backyard. You were sitting next to him, listening to Angel and Cece squeal every time Luke licked their faces and screamed when he runs from them.

“About the sibling situation.” He smirked and watched your face with the same look that got you pregnant before.

“Not before bedtime, Abbot.” You pushed his shoulder.

“Can’t wait for our talk later.”

Maybe life is worth it for the moments like that where everybody is truly happy.

#the pitt #dr abbot #dr abbot x reader #jack abbot #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot imagine

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pinkyqily · 3 days ago

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could you do juju x ucla reader (headcanons or wtv you want)?

JUJU WATKINS X RIVAL UCLA READER

• First game against each other was when ju realized she liked you a lot, was in denial about it for a few days even though she kept stalking your socials. It was until she had liked an old photo of you Instagram being the bitch had sent you the notification in time before she could unlike, you had called her out on it by dming her and from there things took off.

• Ucla x Uca rivalry match up are insane both teams are always getting in head to toes on with each other, but that doesn't stop you and ju from flirting on that court even though it a war zone.

• Always touchy on each other when either of you are on defense.

• She makes you fall, or you fall down, definitely picking you up from that ground. *think dijonai and nalyssa.

• The amount of shit talking you both do that leads to messy makeouts in her car.

• Arguing with her teammates? She's definitely coming in between you both and trying to calm you down while trying to de-escalate the situation at hand.

• There's many clips of you yelling at Ju, but instead of reacting, she just looks like a lost puppy in love, which fans find really funny cause she normally makes one facial expression.

• Your relationship is private but definitely not a secret.

• Gym workouts together.

• you both text each other 24/7

• you have a bad practice or don't feel well she's sending you a basket full of things she knows you'll like and would make sure to check on you as much as she can, she's having a bad day or feeling under the weather? Your already on your way to her doesn't matter if you guys are separated by the sea or sky nothing is stopping you.

• Speaking of workouts together she's always trying to get all over you like a brid during mating season.

• Rhe cinema is truely you guys special places, you both love watching basketball movies or YA one's cause you both can relate and it just brings you both at peace.

• She lost a bet to you and that lead to you having a picture of her in your ucla jersey but you had to swear a oat not to post it she really hates your team just like that.

• Fans spotting you both out on dates and asking to take pictures, you both don't decline not really caring about the publics opinions.

• Always making sure to get on your nevers whenever y'all lose to them, would tease you a lot and tell you to just transfer to the real la school.

• Madly inlove with you she doesn't shy away from commenting on your post.

A/n: this was so much fun writing might do a second part my apologies for how late this was I love procrastinating my work for some reason hope you enjoyed reading 💕

#juju watkins headcanno #juju watkins x reader #juju watkins x ucla reader #usc wbb x reader #wbb x reader #wbb headcannons #wcbb x reader #wbb fluff #juju watkins fluff #juju watkins

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bxnfire · 3 days ago

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love island ft. suguru geto

loveisland!suguru who wouldn't truly be all up on you, but would conveniently be near you on games, and even if he wasn't always loud about it, everyone would just know he was into you

loveisland!suguru who is one to get you thinking, fireside heart to hearts wouldn't be something rare with him. he'd make you voice things you'd never said to anyone, and if anyone in the villa, or in your life, makes you feel seen, it's him

loveisland!suguru who is determined. first coupling? you. would he like to switch it up? no, but thank you for asking. boys village with new girls? they all know about you by the end of it all. if someone were to walk away from what you two have going, it'd have to be you

loveisland!suguru who progressively gets bolder. on the first dates he was just fun, flirty, casual. later on though? hands always on you. he would somehow find the way to give you little papers with compliments or poems on them, just to let you know you're always on his mind

loveisland!suguru who isn't outwardly jealous. no, he doesn't fight the others when they try to get your attention, and if he happens to see you enjoying yourself he won't mention it, but you best believe he's undermining them with his wit, making them seem stupid. they might get riled up, but please don't blame suguru, a gentleman just likes to keep what's his, no?

loveisland!suguru who loves cooking/baking dates, and dinner dates. as for the first, he likes messing around with you, but at the same time demonstrate that he could take care of you if you so desired. besides, if some chocolate syrup gets on your chest, well, who's he to let you walk around dirty? sure, maybe he didn't have to suck it right off you, but a gentleman is a gentleman, no? as for dinner dates, he'd like to learn your favorite foods in a nice, elegant place. of course he likes long table linens for the aesthetics! not because he gets to finger you under them without anyone noticing, curling his digits to that sweet spot that makes your eyes tear up, and testing how much it takes to break your composure, of course not! never that

loveisland!suguru who loves hideaway nights. he truly shows the extent he's willing to go to please you, and he does it rock fucking hard. dessert? no thanks, why stuff himself with cakes when he can get his dose of sugar between your thighs? movies? sure, so long as you're both covered by a blanket, and his dick covered by your soft, plush walls. shower? of course! he'll even let you choose if you'd like to get pounded into from the back where you can feel his breath on your lower neck and his swollen tip hit your g-spot, or if you'd rather he hold you up and thrust into you so hard you can't even make cohesive sentences, and it sure doesn't help when he chooses to suck on your nipples as he has his way with you. sleep? well, some people like to count sheep, but you soon learn that suguru prefers to count how many times you cum before you can't no more, or so you think, upping his count every night he gets the chance

loveisland!suguru who may have been skeptical about this all, but genuinely, the second he saw your smile, he knew he'd do anything to make it happen again, and again, and again, until you were as crazy about him as he had always been about you

#jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #smut #drabble #love island #geto suguru #suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #suguru geto #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #bxnfire

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jnhuius · 2 days ago

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NIGHT OF SECRECY

pairing. joshua hong x afab!14th member!reader

genre. nsfw / smut

wc. 1,926

content warnings / tags. one scene is inspired by this joshua drabble !! (original author is wonwootattoo), porn with a little bit of plot, let's pretend all of the members still share one dorm, secret relationship, kissing (a lot of it), nicknames (my love, baby, good girl), passing mention of marking/hickeys, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it!), rough sex, p in v, he comes inside, i hate the ending :(

author's note. ❗please reblog ❗ what do i do instead of sleeping? write a smut fic for mr. hong... i fear i've been obsessed with 14th member fics so forgive me for this self indulgent fic... i love joshua and i needed to write him in one way or another 🙏🏻 ALSO THE LACK OF NEW JOSHUA FICS IS INSANE 💔 anyway hope y'all enjoy this

“Hey, Y/N, want to join us? We're going out,” Jeonghan asked.

You shook your head, lounging on the couch as you scrolled through your phone.

“I'm not in the mood to go out today, but have fun and stay safe. Just bring me home some food.”

The members all called out a collective “yes” as they left one by one.

You glanced out the window. The sun was setting, and it was obvious they were heading somewhere to drink until late. You didn’t want to be the one puking her guts out until tomorrow.

You sighed just as Joshua stepped out of his room. You perked up, sitting up with a smile. He approached slowly and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“Are you going with them?” you asked.

He nodded. “Mhm. I promise I won’t drink too much. Hopefully, they don’t force me to go all out,” he chuckled.

You smiled, nodding in agreement. He leaned down, kissing you softly, the gesture sweet and familiar.

“Stay safe. I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, deepening the kiss just a little.

“I love you. I’ll be back soon,” he said, pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead before straightening up.

You waved goodbye as he headed to the door, pretending to walk slowly and sadly. You giggled, playing along with the act until he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

You smiled as you laid back on the couch. Your relationship with him was a big gamble—being the youngest and the only woman in the group, and dating the third eldest member.

You’d been together for five months now. You both agreed to keep it a secret at first—to see how things would go. You didn’t want your relationship to affect the group dynamics in case it didn’t work out. Eventually, you planned to tell the others… just not yet.

After a few hours of doom scrolling on your phone, you saw it was already 8 p.m. With nothing else to do and feeling tired, you decided to just sleep.

You went into Joshua’s room and stole one of his hoodies before returning to yours. After washing up, you slipped it on—wearing only your underwear underneath—and crawled into bed.

Living with thirteen men usually meant wearing pajamas or shorts just in case, but tonight they were likely too drunk to remember you existed, let alone stumble into your room.

You yawned, enjoying the softness of the comforter against your skin. Wonwoo was probably jealous—you were always the one left alone while they dragged him out.

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and slowly drifted off.

—

Joshua groaned, rubbing his forehead as he entered the dorm. He had barely managed to escape the clutches of the drunk members who wouldn’t let him leave.

Before, he used to stay out with them until they all decided to head home together. But now, with you in his life, he always wanted to return earlier—to spend those quiet, precious moments with you without having to pretend you were just another bandmate.

He sighed, walking toward your room first. He peeked inside, the space dim aside from the soft glow of your Kuromi nightlight—the one he’d given you for your birthday.

You were fast asleep. Of course you were—it was already past 11 p.m.

He tiptoed in, gently pulling the blanket down from your face just enough to place a kiss on your forehead. Then he stood back up and quietly left to shower. You’d always told him not to lie on your bed with “outside clothes,” and he respected that.

After showering, he put on a white tank top and a pair of black shorts. He towel-dried his hair quickly, unable to keep himself from going right back to your room. He stepped in and locked the door behind him.

Joshua padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Carefully pulling the blanket down again, he found you curled around Shuasumi—his miniteen plushie.

He almost laughed, biting back the urge to pinch your cheeks from how cute you looked. Slowly, he pried the deer plushie from your arms and tossed it to the corner of the room.

You stirred, groaning as you slowly woke to the feeling of familiar hands gently guiding your body onto your back.

“Joshi?” you murmured, voice thick with sleep as you rubbed your eyes and stretched your legs beneath the blanket.

“Hi, my love,” your boyfriend answered, a dazzling smile lighting up his face.

With one knee on the mattress, Joshua leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, his hand gently gripping your chin as he tried to deepen it without hesitation.

You whined, pushing at his chest.

“Where’s my Shuasumi plush?”

Joshua blinked, taken aback for a second before resting his forehead against yours, a breathy laugh escaping him.

“I’m trying to kiss my girlfriend, and you're thinking about a miniteen plushie?”

“Where’d you throw him?” you pouted, sitting up with sleepy annoyance.

“You don’t need him. You have me. I’m home now,” he chuckled, gently guiding you back down onto the bed as he hovered over you.

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit harshly to angle your face so he could kiss you properly—but not with innocent intentions anymore.

You moaned as you felt his hips move against yours, causing him to push his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues moved against each other as he gripped your waist, grinding his bulge against your core.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips as he kissed down your jaw.

“Where’s the other members?” You whimpered, feeling him suck behind your ear, a sensitive zone that he discovered a few months ago.

“Still out. Don't worry, we'll be done by the time they get back,” he now fully pulled off the covers, spreading your legs even further. You felt his hand slide down in between your thighs, a gasp leaving your lips as his thumb came into contact with your covered clit.

“Ah—Shua,” you whimpered, feeling him put pressure as he rubbed circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip as you felt one hand pull the fabric of your panties to the side while the other was in his mouth to lubricate it using his saliva before rubbing it on your slit.

Your clit was in between his index and middle finger as he rubbed your slit, making you even more wet and arch your back. You felt a finger teasing your entrance before gently pushing in, eliciting a gasp from you. He was being gentle, knowing how big his hands are.

“Joshua, fuck—” you dug your fingernails on his arm as you felt him insert another finger inside, slowly starting to thrust it in and out.

“I can feel you tightening around me. Are you this turned on just by fingers already?” He breathlessly chuckled. He continued to move his fingers before circling your clit using his thumb.

“Come on, I need you to cum before I enter you,” he moved his fingers a bit faster and you swore you saw stars as you came undone around him. Your thighs shook, his name being the only thing you were saying as he let you ride out your climax. He continued to thrust his fingers inside you, before pulling out and licking it clean.

“You're a pervert, you know that?” You said, laying on the bed limply.

He chuckled. “Woozi isn't against my gentleman agenda for no reason, sweetheart.”

He leaned down, kissing you deeply while his hands slid down to the hem of your hoodie to pull it off of your body. He kissed your shoulder, before sliding down to your chest. He kissed the valley of your breasts before his hands grabbed one of your boobs, fondling it gently as you moaned.

His thumb then finds your hardened nipple, instinctively rolling over them immediately. You bit your lip as he pulled away, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth. You whimpered, feeling his tongue tease your nipple, licking circles before sucking on it.

He did the same to the other one, not stopping for a few minutes before pulling away. He took off his tank top, pulling down his shorts to free his erection while his hand also pulled down your panties. His cock stood proudly against your stomach. It's been inside of you a few times now, but it was still scary.

He rubbed the tip against your clit, letting it get wet from your release. He lined it up with your entrance before slowly and gently pushing inside of you. He moaned as he was sheathed inside of you.

“Oh… good girl, you're taking me in so well,” he gasped, pulling out and gently thrusting back in. You could feel every vein on his length, and it wasn't helping your sensitivity.

“Joshua, holy fuck—” He covered your mouth, leaning down to line up his mouth to your ear.

“Shhh, the members might come home at any second. Keep quiet for me, alright?” He began to thrust a lot more harsher, the bed slightly creaking from the movement. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tip hit the sensitive spot inside of you. You moaned loudly against Joshua's palm.

“I found it already?” He chuckled before thrusting to hit the same spot over and over again. Your toes curled as one of his hands raised your leg on his shoulders, letting him angle his hips to reach much deeper inside you.

Slowly, his pace was slowly starting to get more fast, rough and erratic. After a few seconds, he was basically fucking you like an animal in heat with how fast he was pounding inside of you.

“Shua—I’m close,” you whimpered.

He nodded, kissing your jaw, “Me too, baby, me too.”

He pulled his hand away from your mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further as he thrusted hard and rough inside of you. You used your hand to muffle your moans, tears pricking your eyes at how good it felt.

“Please, don't stop, only a bit more—” You cried out before coming undone around him for the second time, crying out his name like it was a prayer.

Joshua followed, moaning against your ear as he emptied himself inside you. He rode out his orgasm, thrusting it and out for a bit before pulling out. His release dripped out of your entrance as you laid limp on your bed.

“I'll clean us up, hold on,” Joshua said, out of breath as he stood up to go to your bathroom. He returned clothed, with a towel in his hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed, cleaning you up as he helped you put your clothes back on.

“I have to leave now. The other members might see us,” he said gently, contrasting how he was acting a few minutes ago.

“...Alright,” you nodded. He leaned down, kissing your face. You sighed, relishing his affection before he pulled away.

“I love you, good night,” he returned Shuasumi to you suddenly, you didn't even notice where he pulled him from.

You giggled, “I love you, good night as well,” he kissed you one last time before leaving you alone in your room to actually sleep.

You were excited to tell the members about the two of you soon.

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Right Where You Left Me

Hey, Lovelies! ✨

Sorry I’m a little late — my Mac decided to quit on me today 😅, and I spent the whole night saving my files. But all is well now! Everything’s backed up, so here’s hoping no more tech issues in the future. 🌙

Before we get into the first chapter of William and Eli’s story, I want to share something fun. For each chapter, I’ve chosen a song that I think fits the mood or foreshadows something ahead. If you play the song while reading (hit play on the video above the text), it can add a little extra layer to the story — sometimes you might even catch a hint of what’s coming next! 🎶

Anyway, here’s the first chapter of William and Eli’s story! I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

Themes/Warnings: Hannah Elise Hughes x William Nylander, love at first sight, weddings, pure fluff, mentions of a car crash and injury

Chapter 1: A Promise Under the Stars

June 27, 2014

The sun’s been sitting heavy all afternoon, warm and lazy, the kind of heat that makes the grass smell sweeter. You’re stretched out on the lawn, elbows propped, legs kicked out in front of you, pretending to read Greek and Roman History of Art — a book you’ve read so many times it might as well be your diary. But you’re not really reading. Not today.

Your brothers are at it again.

You don’t even have to look to know what’s happening. Jack’s yelling, Luke’s trying to keep up, and Quinn’s probably rolling his eyes while doing everything better than both of them. The clatter of rollerblades on the driveway, the slap of sticks, the crash of a puck hitting the side of the garage — it’s like background music you never asked for.

You glance up anyway.

Yup. There they are. Jack’s already got his shirt off like he’s playing for the Stanley Cup instead of sweating through another backyard game. Luke’s copying him, all limbs and attitude. And Quinn, steady as always, holding it all together with that calm “old soul” energy he’s had since birth.

You roll your eyes and let out a sigh. Loud enough to be heard if anyone was paying attention.

You love them. You do. Jack, all wild energy and reckless chaos, like a storm that never quite settles. Luke, the baby of the family, all big eyes and easy charm — a golden retriever in human form. And Quinn, the quiet one, steady and serious, with a calm kind of passion that runs deeper than he lets on. They’re your brothers, and they’re home. But some days, it feels like you were dropped into the wrong family by mistake. A Hughes who can’t skate? Blasphemy.

You tried once. You really did. At 11 years old, bundled in gear three sizes too big, wobbling on skates like a baby deer. Quinn held your hands, patient and kind, while Jack chirped from the bench and laughed when you hit the ice face-first. You lasted maybe half an hour before you ripped off the helmet and declared hockey the enemy.

Ellen — your mom — just smiled. “Stick to your books, Eli,” she said, brushing ice shavings off your coat. “That brain of yours will get you further than a slapshot.”

So you did. You built your world out of stories and soil — history textbooks, dog-eared art guides, a garden full of stubborn tomato plants you refuse to give up on, no matter how many times your brothers trample them chasing after a ball.

“Eli! We need a goalie!”

Jack’s voice cuts through the afternoon like a fire alarm. You don’t look up.

“We’re down a man!”

“Don’t care,” you mumble.

“Get over here, nerd!”

Luke. Of course.

You flip a page, even though you’re not reading it. “Yell one more time, and I’m snapping your sticks in half while you sleep.”

Jack snorts. “You’d probably cry if you chipped a nail.”

“I’d cry if I had to live with you forever,” you shoot back, deadpan.

Luke gasps dramatically. “She doesn’t love us.”

“Fix your helmet, Luke,” you add. “It’s halfway off your head, you walking concussion.”

From the garage, Quinn’s voice cuts in, flat and amused. “Jack, you couldn’t score on an empty net. Luke, stop trying to be Jack. And Eli, please don’t murder them before dinner.”

You smile. Just a little.

Quinn’s always been the balance. The one who sees you when you go quiet, the one who reads the room without needing a single word. Maybe it’s because you’re closest in age, or maybe it’s just the way he sees the world, but you’ve always felt closest to him. Like he just gets it — gets you — in a way the others don’t.

Still, it’s exhausting sometimes. Being the only one who doesn’t speak “sports.” Like you’re a guest in your own home.

You pull your knees up, rest your book against them, and stare out at the garden. Your basil looks droopy. One of the tomato cages is crooked. You think about moving it, but—

The sound of tires crunching gravel stops you.

You look up.

Your dad’s car is pulling into the driveway, and for a second, everything feels normal. You expect him to step out, maybe toss Luke a water bottle, ask if Jack’s broken anything today.

But then the passenger door opens.

And someone else gets out first.

He’s tall. Really tall. His golden blonde hair almost looks white under the sun, and his eyes — blue, clear, like the ocean on a perfect day. There’s something about the way he walks, the smooth confidence in his stride, that catches your breath. He looks… different. Like he stepped out of a storybook. Like the version of Prince Charming no one told you actually existed. And for a second, you honestly wonder if you’ve just imagined him.

He glances around, and then — he sees you.

Just for a second. A flicker of a glance. But it hits like a lightning strike.

You forget the book in your lap. You forget the sun on your shoulders. All you can think is: Oh.

Your heart, which was perfectly fine a minute ago, starts doing something weird. Like it’s trying to crawl up into your throat.

“Kids!” your dad calls out. “Come say hello! This is William Nylander. He just got drafted, and he’s staying with us for a bit while he settles in.”

The name clicks, vaguely. Hockey. Leafs. But honestly, your brain is busy with other things.

Like the way William is walking toward you, easy and sure, hands tucked in his pockets. Like he’s stepping straight into your daydream and bringing it to life.

Jack drops his stick. “No way! He’s a Leaf?! That’s so sick!”

Luke’s already bouncing. “Wait, like on the team team?!”

William laughs — soft, polite, a little bashful. But his eyes haven’t left yours.

And then, he stops in front of you. You.

He flashes a grin — just crooked enough to feel dangerous.

“Hi,” he says, voice low and smooth. “I’m William.”

He says it like it’s obvious. Like of course that’s who he is. And maybe it should be — with that smile, that hair, that confidence like he already knows you’re staring.

Your stomach flips so hard it might do a full somersault. Words? Gone. Logic? Useless. All you can think about is how warm your face feels and how suddenly awkward your hands are, just sitting there like they forgot how to be hands.

You manage to squeak out, “Hi.”

It’s quiet. Too quiet. You sound like someone just rewound your whole personality and left it on mute.

He looks amused. Not in a mean way — in a charming, "this is cute" kind of way. Like he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you.

Your dad’s saying something — something about him staying here for a couple of weeks until his apartment’s ready. But it’s background noise now.

He’s going to be living here.

With you.

You’re pretty sure your soul just left your body.

You glance up again, and he’s still looking at you, still smiling, like this is all some kind of inside joke he hasn’t let you in on yet.

And that’s when it hits you. You’re in trouble. Like... real trouble.

Because this isn’t just a crush. Not even close.

You're in love.

And he hasn’t even made it through the front door.

—

The next two weeks are a blur. Not in a busy, chaotic way, but in a dreamlike, everything-is-new kind of way. William’s presence feels like an added layer to everything you’ve known. He’s in your house, under your roof, sharing your space, and it’s almost surreal how easily he slips into your world.

He’s still the same charming, confident guy from that first moment. He talks with that easy, magnetic confidence that makes everyone gravitate toward him. But what surprises you the most is how he makes space for you in the midst of it all.

Every morning, he’s in the kitchen, making coffee, and when you shuffle in — hair a mess, sleep still heavy in your eyes — he’s always there with a quiet “Good morning,” and that crooked, too-perfect-for-him smile. It’s like he knows exactly how to make you feel like the only person in the room, even if Jack’s already rambling about his latest skateboarding tricks and Luke’s stuffing his face with cereal. William doesn’t mind. He just listens. Really listens, in a way that makes you feel like you could tell him anything.

And you find yourself telling him things. Little things.

Like how you started gardening because it felt like the only thing that could grow in the chaos of your family. How Ellen once tried to teach you to skate and you cried on the ice. How you’ve read Greek and Roman History of Art so many times it’s basically your second language. How you despise salted caramel with such passion that you believe its fans deserve a short, contemplative exile in purgatory.

He doesn’t laugh. He just nods like it’s all valuable information.

“You really like art, huh?” he asks one night on the porch.

It’s late — one of those velvet-sky summer nights where time slows. You’re in your usual spot, knees pulled to your chest, hoodie sleeves over your hands. He’s next to you, hoodie half-zipped, legs stretched out, hair still damp from his shower. He smells like clean soap and warm skin.

You nod. “It’s not just that I like art. I love it. And not just paintings — I mean the whole thing. Art history. Architecture. The stories built into stone.”

He glances over, intrigued. You go on before you can stop yourself.

“I read about the Pantheon when I was thirteen. This giant, ancient Roman temple in the middle of the city — still standing. I’ve never even been to Rome, but the pictures? Unreal. The dome is a perfect hemisphere — same diameter as its height. They built it without modern tools, and no one even knows exactly how. The concrete they used? Still hasn’t cracked. The oculus — that giant hole in the roof — it’s open to the sky. Rain falls right through it. But the floor is sloped, with invisible drains, so the water just disappears.”

You pause, but he’s still looking at you, listening.

“It’s not just architecture. It’s—” You shake your head, smiling a little. “It’s art. The kind that makes your chest feel too full. It was built to honor all the gods, but they made it feel like it could touch the universe. Like they wanted to bring the heavens into reach.”

You hug your knees tighter. “And it’s still there. People walk into it every day. Into something made almost two thousand years ago. You can feel the history pressing in around you. It’s like standing in a heartbeat that never stopped.”

William is quiet for a long moment.“That’s… amazing.”

You laugh a little, embarrassed. “Sorry. I get carried away.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I think it’s incredible that you care about something that deeply.”

You glance over, unsure. But he’s smiling — that quiet, thoughtful smile he doesn’t give out easily.

“I think that’s what art’s supposed to do,” he says. “Make you feel something you can’t really explain. Even if it’s just a building or a painting. Doesn’t matter. If it moves you, it matters.”

You blink. That’s… not what you expected. William Nylander — hockey guy, professional athlete, and also someone who actually gets art?

“You’re full of surprises,” you murmur.

He smiles, sensing your surprise. "What? You didn’t think I was all hockey, did you?"

“I mean… kind of.”

“Wow,” he says, mock-offended. “I’m layered, Eli. Deeply complex.”

You laugh, but it sticks in your chest, warm. Because somehow, it’s true — he’s funny, confident, ridiculous… and he sees you. Not as one of the Hughes siblings. Not as the quiet one. Just…you.

That’s how you end up here. Most nights, side by side on the porch while the house buzzes behind you.

Tonight is no different — quiet air, cicadas in the trees, stars overhead like someone scattered glitter across navy velvet. Your bare toes brush his knee by accident, but he doesn’t move.

You look over. He’s fiddling with the cap on his water bottle, uncharacteristically quiet. The kind of silence that makes you want to fill it with something soft.

“I always wanted a dog,” you say.

He turns, eyebrows raised slightly. “Yeah?”

“Since I was five. Every birthday, every Christmas. I begged. Once I even made a Power Point on why a dog would help with my emotional development.” You snort. “Didn’t work.”

“What’d they say?”

“That I already had three brothers and that was enough chaos for one household.”

He laughs — that warm, low sound that always makes your stomach twist. “Fair. But brutal.”

You smile, leaning your head back. “I even had this whole Pinterest board. His name was going to be Pablo. He’d wear a little bandana and sleep at the foot of my bed.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Pablo? That’s kinda badass. Like a mob boss or something.”

You giggle, nudging him lightly. “Exactly! Super manly, right?”

William hums like he’s really considering it. “I’ll get you one.”

You blink. “What?”

“When I get my place. You move in. I’ll get you a dog.”

You snort a laugh, but your face feels suddenly way too warm. “William. I’m seventeen.”

He smirks. “So? It doesn’t have to be today. Just… someday. I mean—” he stretches his arms over his head, all long limbs and relaxed confidence “—I’m just saying, I could see it. Me, you, a golden retriever with too much energy. Maybe a garden. I’d build you a whole greenhouse if you wanted.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leans in closer, just enough that you feel the heat of him, his voice suddenly lower, teasing. “Nah. I’m serious. I think you’d look really cute walking a dog in one of those oversized sweaters. Maybe wearing my hoodie. Nothing underneath.”

“William.” You choke on a laugh, heat crawling up your neck.

He grins like he’s just scored a goal in overtime. “What? I’m a romantic.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And yet,” he says, leaning in just slightly, “you’re still sitting right here.”

You roll your eyes, but your pulse is loud in your ears. The porch feels smaller, the air charged.

He shifts closer. Not suddenly — slowly, deliberately — like he’s checking to see if you’ll stop him.

You don’t.

His hand lifts, brushing a piece of hair from your cheek. But it’s not just a gesture. It’s careful. Intentional. His fingertips graze your skin like he’s memorizing it, like this moment matters. And maybe it does. Maybe it always has.

You can’t think. Can’t move. The world narrows to the space between you — to the heat pulsing there, to the way your lungs forget how to work.

“I meant it,” he says softly, his voice a low thrum against the quiet night. “I’d get you that dog. Or anything you wanted.”

You look up at him — and this time, you don’t look away. Your voice is barely a breath.

“I just want you to kiss me.”

And then everything shifts.

He leans in — slowly, like he’s giving you every second to change your mind. But you don’t. You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. And then his lips are on yours.

It’s not fireworks. It’s not chaos.

It’s warm.

Soft at first — almost hesitant, like he’s learning the shape of you, tasting the moment. His lips are tender, sure, and it’s careful — not rushed, not greedy, but full of something deeper. Something real. The kind of kiss that makes time slow down, stretch thin. Like your heartbeat just synced to his.

You breathe him in — soap, skin, sun-warmed cotton — and everything else disappears. No porch. No summer night. Just the quiet pull of it, of him, of this thing you didn’t see coming but somehow always knew was meant to happen.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair. You melt — literally melt — into him, into that touch, into that kiss, like your body finally understands what safe feels like.

When he finally pulls back, it’s just an inch — enough for his eyes to settle on yours, lingering, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail. His thumb strokes your cheek, slow and deliberate, like he's tracing the very shape of you in his mind.

His gaze dips to your lips, his voice low, thick with something that makes your pulse race.

“Your dad’s probably going to kill me, you know that, right?”

You laugh softly, the sound escaping with more ease than you expected. You shake your head, the playful glint in your eyes never fading. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m his favorite. I’ll handle him. Just…don’t break my heart, okay?”

For a beat, his smile falters, just a fraction, before his eyes soften with an intensity that makes your heart skip. He leans in, his breath warming your lips, and for a moment, the world goes still.

“Never,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, just before his lips brush against yours again — slow, gentle, as if he’s savoring the very moment, the very feeling of you against him.

—

The August sun spills gold across the edges of the white tent strung with fairy lights and swaying eucalyptus garlands. Toronto’s late-summer air hums warm and bright, the breeze from the lake brushing against the skin like a soft kiss. Laughter rises from the open bar, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversation. The light is honeyed, slow — the kind that wraps itself around memories, preserving them in warmth and shimmer, like a pressed flower between the pages of a well-loved book.

You’re dancing.

Barefoot now — your heels long since abandoned under the table — you move slowly in William’s arms, your wedding dress whispering around your legs with every step. His hands are gentle at your waist, your palms resting over the slow thrum of his heartbeat beneath the crisp collar of his shirt. His jacket is off, tie loose, hair a little messy. And still, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The world fades. It’s just him, you, and the music curling softly through the late summer air.

And you can’t stop smiling.

You let your eyes sweep across the crowd — the blur of people clapping, slow-dancing, talking over champagne and cake. Familiar faces beam back at you. Jack is on the dance floor, leaning in a little too close to one of William's cousins, flashing a grin that says I’m about to charm you out of your penties — and she’s laughing, probably rolling her eyes, but clearly amused. Quinn, a little too tipsy, is dancing with your mom like he's auditioning for Dancing with the Stars, spinning her around with moves you didn’t know he had. Your mom's laughing, loving every second, teasing him about how he's killing it. Meanwhile, Luke’s found Banksy. The two of them are tucked in a corner, and you swear Luke’s sneaking him bites of something he shouldn’t be eating — probably pastry crumbs. Banksy looks up at him, wide-eyed, like he’s in on the secret. Luke’s giving him a soft smile, whispering to the dog like they’re plotting something together. It’s one of those moments that makes you laugh because Luke’s too pure for his own good.

And then there’s William’s side — Michael, laughing over drinks with your father like they’ve known each other forever, probably arguing over hockey plays and statistics. Catherine, poised and glowing in a soft sea-blue dress, watches you both with misty eyes and a smile that says she always knew her boy would find this kind of love.

His sisters — Michelle, Jacqueline, Stephanie, and little Ella — are huddled near the dance floor, swaying and giggling, clutching glasses of something sparkling and non-alcoholic for the youngest. Ella looks especially radiant. She's grown so much, but you still remember the quiet, sweet girl who lived with you and William for a while, who left tiny mugs half full of tea all over the apartment and asked you questions about plants like you were a walking encyclopedia. She studies in Toronto now, living in her own dorm, but she never stopped feeling like your little shadow. Your heart squeezes at the thought.

And then there’s Alex — standing near the dessert table, deep in conversation with Auston and Mitch, probably trying to talk them into some ridiculous offseason challenge. He loves those. He was your temporary roommate, too — shared takeout dinners and hockey talk on the balcony, late-night dishwasher debates and all. He winks when he catches you looking and lifts his glass in a silent, smiling toast.

It hits you slowly — not like a wave, but like sunlight through a window. Quiet. Warm. Certain.

This is your life now.

Not just his, not just yours — but something you built together. Layer by layer. A life that started on a quiet porch, with a kiss under the stars when you were seventeen and trembling and unsure. A kiss that said, I see you. A promise he never stopped keeping.

When William moved out to play for the Marlies, it wasn’t far — just across the city, but it felt like the start of something new for both of you. A few months later, you started your degree in Environmental Science at the University of Toronto, throwing yourself into early mornings and long lectures, lab reports and field work. Your days were full of discovery; your nights, often spent curled up in his apartment, surrounded by textbooks and half-eaten takeout, with him brewing you tea and soft music humming low in the background. He never made you feel like you were chasing your dreams alone. He was there — not just beside you, but behind you, making space for your ambition and cheering it on like it was his own.

Then came the day your family packed up and moved back to Michigan. You still remember standing in the driveway, watching them go, feeling a crack form right in the center of your chest. But your parents saw it — the way William looked at you like you were the only thing that made sense in the world. The way you spoke about your classes, your city, your life here. You had already started putting down roots.

And somehow, they understood.

You stayed behind.

Not out of rebellion. Not out of stubbornness. But because your heart had already chosen a home. And he was here.

So, you and William moved in together — and he made good on another promise. Just a few months later, Pablo came bounding into your life. Curly-haired, floppy-eared, endlessly sweet. He slept at the foot of your bed and carried around his stuffed pig like it was his life’s purpose. A year later, chaos arrived in the form of Banksy — pure mischief and boundless energy, a lovable menace with paws too big for his body.

Somehow, the two of you built a life — dogs and houseplants and a garden that spilled from the balcony like your own little jungle. William, who kissed you every morning like it was the first time. William, who never once made you feel like you were orbiting his world — because you had created one together.

And then, 2019 arrived. It was Christmas Eve — your favorite night of the year. Lights strung across the living room, cinnamon in the air, your mom crying before anything had even happened — you swear she knew. William cleared his throat and then — of course — launched into a speech. Classic Willy: heartfelt, a little cocky, and so completely sincere it made your knees weak.

He turned to Jim first, asked for his blessing like a man raised right. And Jim — naturally — acted all serious and intimidating… before pulling William into a hug so hard you thought he might break a rib. Your mom sobbed so intensely she forgot to record the moment — something she still brings up every single Christmas, like it’s your fault she was too busy crying to press the red button.

Jack wasted no time. “Biggest simp I’ve ever seen,” he declared loudly, shaking his head, but grinning so sweetly at you.

Quinn just smiled. Then, without a word, hugged William like he was his own brother. When he finally pulled back, he said, “It always felt like you were part of this family… but now it’s official.” You think William nearly cried at that part, though he’ll never admit it.

And Luke — sweet, sentimental Luke — tried to play it cool. But the moment the ring box opened, his chin wobbled. He stood up clapping and wiping his face with his sleeve at the same time. Of course, Jack immediately took a picture of Luke crying and has printed it every year since to hang as an ornament on the tree. “The emotional support elf,” he calls it.

That was the moment everything shifted — not just for you and William, but for all of them, too.

They saw what he meant to you. What you meant to each other.

And now, here you are.

Married. His wife. Barefoot under a Toronto August sky, the sun sinking low over the lake, the air thick with roses and summer and laughter.

And through all of it, William watches you like he still can’t believe you’re real. Like he’s still that boy on the porch, blinking stars out of his eyes, wondering how the hell he got lucky enough to end up here — with you.

“You okay?” William murmurs against your temple, his breath warm, his lips brushing your skin.

You nod, your voice thick with emotion. “Better than okay.”

His fingers shift slightly at your waist, pulling you just a bit closer. “You were worth every second of waiting.”

You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “You kept every promise.”

He grins, that soft, crooked smile that undid you back then — that still undoes you now. “Told you I’m a romantic.”

“Yes, you are. I’m a pretty lucky lady,” you tease, eyes glinting.

His hand brushes along your spine, and suddenly, you’re both laughing quietly, breathing each other in. It’s strange, really — how something can feel brand new and completely familiar all at once. How love, real love, doesn’t feel like butterflies. It feels like sunlight — constant and warm and always finding its way back to you.

A microphone crackles, and then a voice rings out — someone from the band, smiling into the mic.

“Alright, everyone, if we could have your attention—our bride and groom are about to head out for their honeymoon! Let’s give them all the love they deserve!”

The room erupts in cheers, whistles and applause. Champagne is lifted. Glasses clink. You blink back the sudden blur in your eyes as William leans down to whisper against your ear:

“You ready to go, Mrs. Nylander?”

You laugh — a bubbling, joy-soaked sound as you nod. “With you? Always.”

And as you walk hand in hand through the crowd, showered in petals and love and laughter, you look back once — just once — at the people who built you, held you, shaped this life. And then you look forward.

—

The doors of the car close behind you with a soft thud, and suddenly, the world feels quieter. The buzz of the reception is replaced by the sound of the engine, the warm night air drifting in through the cracked window. William’s hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in the way they always do — familiar, steady, grounding you.

He starts the car, and as you pull away from the venue, the streets of Toronto slipping by in a blur, you glance over at him. His eyes are still full of that joy, that soft, warm look that has been there since the moment he slipped the ring on your finger. There’s a relaxed, almost goofy grin on his face, the kind that only comes after a long, perfect day.

You turn the radio dial, and suddenly, the opening chords of “Take Me Home, Country Roads” fill the car. It’s the very song you and your brother used to sing at the top of your lungs on long summer road trips. A surge of excitement hits you, and you can’t help but start belting it out, loud and carefree, your voice rising with every word.

“Almost heaven, West Virginia…”

William glances over, his eyebrows lifting in mock horror. “Oh, no,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Not this song.”

You don’t stop. “Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River…” Your voice is full of energy, all the joy and excitement of the day flooding out of you in the form of music.

William laughs beside you, one hand on the wheel, his hair still a little messy from the dancing. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, grinning. “I marry you and now I’m stuck with a country music soundtrack for life.”

“Oh, come on, it’s a classic!” you tease, singing louder, not even trying to stay on key anymore. “You just don’t get it.”

William gives a dramatic sigh, shaking his head with a grin. “No, I definitely don’t. I never understood how anyone could love country music this much.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Take me home, country roads…” you sing, your voice rising with the chorus, throwing your head back as you belt it out, carefree and happy.

He watches you for a moment, shaking his head but clearly entertained. “Okay, okay,” he finally says, the teasing in his voice softening. “I get it, you’re killing it. But I still don’t get the appeal.”

You grin, leaning over to nudge him playfully. “You’ll come around one day,” you tease, eyes sparkling.

The song continues, and you sing your heart out, your joy filling the car. It feels right — this moment, this life, this love — everything wrapped up in the sound of a song that’s been a part of you forever.

William starts laughing softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you hit the high notes with all the conviction of a true country fan. “I don’t know how you do it,” he says, still chuckling.

You’re lost in the song now, the road stretching ahead of you, the glow from the dashboard casting a soft light on William’s face. His focus is on the road, but every so often, his smile flickers as he glances at you.

You throw your head back, still singing — louder now, on purpose. “To the place I belong…”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling.

Then it happens.

A flash of headlights.

A horn blares.

The scream of tires on pavement.

Metal.

The impact slams through you like a punch. Your body jerks, flung forward and snapped back by the seatbelt. The airbag explodes, the sound impossibly loud — like a bomb detonating in your ears.

You can’t see.

You can’t breathe.

You hear glass shatter, the car twisting, spinning — and then stillness.

Pain hits you all at once, hot and sharp — blooming in your ribs, your shoulder, your head. Your vision sways like a curtain of water. You try to move, try to sit up, to find William, but your limbs feel heavy, unreachable.

You hear him.

Faint, but frantic.

“Elise—”

You try to answer. Your lips part, but nothing comes out. You want to reach for him. You want to tell him you’re okay, or ask if he is — but everything is fog.

His voice grows sharper, full of panic.

“Elise! Elise, stay with me! Please—”

You try. God, you try.

But the pain grows thick and distant, your head lolling as the dark swallows the edges of your sight. The world fades — his voice, the night, the music — all pulling away like waves retreating from shore.

And then—

Nothing.

Just black.

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anticanonsposts · 3 days ago

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Can we get some König fucking reader against the window? I love your works sooo much ❤️❤️❤️

ofc sweet thing <3

(I'm rly trying to get back into writing bc I miss it and I'm so much less stressed lately) so I hope y'all enjoy this!!!

cw: nsfw (mdni), chubby! reader, sex obvi

Your breath was fogging up the glass in front of you. Thank god your crippling fear of heights was muted considering the amount of things you had to distract yourself. Like König’s right hand clamped over yours, pressed against the glass of the window in front of you. Or his left hand’s fingertips digging into your left love handle continuously pulling you forward and backward onto him. And, the best distraction, König’s leaking dick thrusting in and out of you, seemingly only rubbing on your g-spot.

“Having fun?” you chuckle/choke out between heavy breaths, turning your head slightly to look back up at him.

You and König were house sitting. Someone he used to work with had a loft overlooking (insert whatever big city you pretties want <3) and they needed someone to stay for a week and keep an eye on things. This loft also happened to have floor to ceiling windows almost all around. Usually König was very private about your sex life, wanting to keep it private, and he would never define himself as a voyeur. But a little bit of gin for him, wine for you, seclusion, the idea of having you all to himself for the week. And you just so happened to be wearing one of his favorite lounge around the house sets that you often wore. The one that made every jiggle and bounce of your body more embellished. The one that regardless of his mood, always got him in the mood. And thats the story about how you are now balancing on your knees on a very expensive ottoman, König doing the same behind you, both of you with a hand (at times both) braced against one of the over 11 foot tall window panes.

You’d usually feel a bit self conscious, even though you knew you were much too high up for anyone to see. And if they did, they were most likely some top percent people with hobbies much more perverse and devious than this. But given the rhythm with which König was fucking you and that in the slight reflection of the glass, you could see that König’s face was even redder than yours. His eyes glued to your jiggling ass and how your back twisted and contorted to fuck back onto him.

“Scheiße yes Liebe!” was almost all he was able to muster out, trying to keep himself together. To be honest he could have finished several minutes ago but you were making such pretty sounds and having such a nice time, he didn’t want to cut it short. A couple more grunts were quickly followed by several ‘Ja’s as he abandoned his hands on the glass and instead dug both of them right into the back of your hips, angling your pelvis down slightly more and drilling into you.

“Ohhhh fuck König, please please please” you whimper out, mouth agape, eyebrows scrunched up, with all of the energy you have left trying to give him the best ‘please cum in me’ eyes that you can.

Fortunately his balls were slapping against your clit at an even enough pace, you were all set to cum. But to make it hit harder, as he feels your core start to tighten and flutter around him, he takes his left hand and gently cups your jaw and pulls your face up to stare out the window. Flicking your eyes up to his reflection you can see that he is staring out too. And finally after what seems like hours of pure bliss, your voice starts to get higher and higher until your core snaps and you start cumming around his dick. Coating it completely with your orgasm. And he, quickly returns both hands back to your hips as his start to stutter and he releases inside of you.

As you both stilled you whimpered a bit trying to move your hips away from his due to the slightly uncomfortable feeling of being filled up. You loved it, but usually his length, girth, and amount of release got you feeling a little stuffed down there. But you also wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.

Breaking you from your daze, he pulls you with him to sit back on his heels, wrapping his arms around you. One toying with your tits and the other pulling your face to the side to connect your lips together. After you had both mixed your drools together enough he gently pulls away, his half lidded eyes flicking between your eyes and lips. This week will definitely push you both to your physical and intimate limits. <3

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wardingshout · 7 hours ago

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hey guys have you ever heard about the game Star Stealing Prince? <- that's a rly cool link

sweet dreams and not so sweet dreams

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a99jazzybean · 2 days ago

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hi! i was wondering if you could write a spring related fic since it’s spring! i was thinking a picnic, it could be with jayvik x reader or viktor x reader or jayce x reader, or it could be viktor and the reader like each other and jayce and mel plan a picnic to set them up together. can be fluff or smut, i don’t mind! i love your writing <33

Ahhh this request was so cute, I hope you enjoy this anon!

The Spring Set-Up

synop: Viktor meets you when you're running your family bakery and is immediately smitten. With each passing visit you grow closer and closer and have grown deep affections for the man. However, both you and Viktor are too nervous to ask the other out. Jayce and Mel take it upon themselves to get you to finally admit your feelings for each other.

words: 7K

includes: viktorxfem!reader, jaymel, baker!reader, fluff, smut, public sex, exhibitionism, first date, springtime fun

a/n: This contains smut!!! No minors!

Again, love this request. Please send me more ideas you guys have, I love love love them!

Tinkling from the bell on the front door grabs your attention. Wiping your hands off on your apron, you turn to the counter and smile as a familiar face enters the bakery. This time she’s followed by two companions you have never met before.

“I know you’re going to absolutely love it, Viktor. Remember those tarts I brought you a few weeks ago?” Councilor Medarda speaks over her shoulder to a slim man leaned against a crutch.

“I do recall the tarts. They were quite delicious.” He seems unamused, as if there is something else on his mind at the moment.

“Oh! Those lemon ones were really good!” A taller man beside her exclaims with a bright smile.

Your smile wavers as you realize that the man is none other than Piltover’s golden boy, Jayce Talis. A celebrity if you’ve ever seen one. While Mel was certainly well known in the city, Jayce was a rising star at the moment. All eyes were on him, and if he was enjoying the treats from your bakery… Well, it wouldn’t hurt to have some more star power influencing the business. Even though the prospect was quite intimidating.

Mel had noticed you behind the counter and strode up, elegant as ever. A polite smile on her lips as she approached.

“Councilor Medarda, it’s great to see you!” You greeted her with a cheery smile.

“Oh please,” she waves you off, “you know you can just call me Mel.”

You blush, and rub the back of your neck, slightly embarrassed. That’s right, Mel had told you to drop the formalities awhile ago. Seeing that she was with others though had made you revert back to your original greeting.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you bringing guests.” Mel quirked a brow at you, then understood why you were so flustered.

“Oh dear, there’s no need for that. Jayce is very friendly. Not someone to be intimidated by.” Well, you didn’t need to point that out.

“That obvious, huh?” You chuckled nervously, then cleared your throat. “Anyways… what would you like? The usual for you, I suppose?” You asked Mel and her guests.

With that polite smile, Mel nodded. Amused that you had remembered her order. A medium iced latte with just a dash of vanilla syrup and sugar, along with one of your father’s famous lemon poppy seed muffins.

“Of course, you and your father know me too well.” Mel turned back to the men behind her. “And for you gentleman?”

Jayce tapped his fingers on his chin and leaned over the glass display. The interior was filled with various delicacies that had one’s mouth watering upon its sight. Audible grumbling came from the man’s stomach as he gazed over the various pastries. Sheepishly, he turned to you behind the counter with a blush dusting his cheeks. An amused huff came from Mel as she watched the man.

“Um, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” He chuckled.

“Take your pick, I’m not busy.” You smiled softly, as you gestured to the empty shop.

“Uh, I’ll take the double chocolate muffin then.” He pushed himself up.

“Anything to drink?”

“Just a regular black coffee. No sugar, or cream.”

After you took note of his order, you turned to the remaining man. A jolt shot through you as you made eye contact. Dark amber eyes stared right into yours, making your mouth go dry. How had you not noticed him earlier? His presence had sent your mind reeling. Something about him had you deeply intrigued. Your eyes trailed over his face, but kept returning to that golden gaze. Noticing he had raised a brow, you realized that you had been staring without saying anything.

Clearing your throat again, you spoke.

“Uh, and for you, sir?” You couldn’t recall if had given his name.

“It’s Viktor. And I’ll take a plain black coffee as well.”

“No treats?” You asked, slightly offended. No one shied away from your bakery’s goodies. Based on Mel’s conversation, he had tried some of the treats before.

“Do I need to?” A coy smirk played on his lips as he noticed the shift in your demeanor.

Taken aback, you stuttered.

“W-well, no, but almost no one leaves without one.” You did your best to return a challenging look.

“Maybe I’m no one.” He said coolly, an unfamiliar accent flowing through the vowels of his speech.

“I doubt it.” Okay, this was… fun.

“Is that so?” The question had you almost shivering with the way his tone shifted lower.

Both Mel and Jayce looked at each other. Mel had a knowing sparkle in her eye, while Jayce was amused at this newfound dynamic. Viktor wasn’t known to hold back his opinions, but he had never been this playful with a stranger before. Though, the man was very good at getting a read on others. Perhaps he had just stumbled upon someone that had piqued his interest. Jayce would take note of that.

Viktor hadn’t been one to really “put himself out there” so to speak. Maybe, just maybe, you could be the one to change that. Especially considering how amused Viktor appeared to be as he flustered you.

“Yes,” you puffed out your chest in confidence. No one questioned the quality of your family business. “I think you need to try something. What did Mel give you last time?”

“Hmm, fair enough. I’ll give you a second chance.” He smirked at your offended gasp. “I had some mediocre tarts.” He pointed to where a stack sat in the display case.

“Second chance? Ridiculous, those are some of our best sellers.” It was just teasing, he had to be.

“Like I said, maybe I’m not like the others.” It was bullshit, Mel and Jayce knew it.

In fact, it was through Viktor’s praise of the treats that inspired Mel to bring the men to the bakery.

After a long week of toiling away on new hexgems, Mel decided to pop by to treat the men hard at work. She made quite the large order from you and surprisingly picked it up herself. Though you didn’t mind, chatting with the councilor had become quite an enjoyable pastime as she attended your bakery. The woman had ordered a variety of treats, including your famous tarts. As she set the box of goodies down, the men had swarmed her. Jayce giddily opened the gift, thanking the woman profusely. The two had never been the best at feeding themselves, it was the least she could do. Viktor curiously peeked over Jayce into the box, his eyes landing on a blueberry tart that seemed to be calling his name.

Quickly, he plucked it from the box and took a large bite out of it. Jayce and Mel practically snapped their necks to look at Viktor after he made the most lewd sounding moan created by man. The dessert was absolute perfection. A beautiful blend of sweet and tart mixed with a lovely crumbly crust. Heaven in a tart. He had finished the treat in no time flat, immediately reaching for another.

He kept going on and on about how whoever had made the tarts had to have such a vast knowledge on proper baking skills. How the puff pastry was perfectly layered, taking amazing skill. How the tart filling had such balanced flavors. Another tart in his hands, half eaten, as he pointed out to each part that had him in awe. A perfect tart.

Jayce was surprised at how knowledgeable Viktor was on the ins-and-outs of baking, but didn’t question it. Viktor had quite the vast amount of knowledge, it wasn’t surprising to discover yet another niche subject of his.

Mel decided she had to take the men to the bakery. Perhaps Viktor would find some other camaraderie outside of Jayce.

“You must tell me where you found these?” Viktor practically pleaded with Mel.

“It’s a little bakery on the West side, called The Auburn Fox. I’ll take you there sometime.”

Back in the bakery, Mel and Jayce were watching your interaction with Viktor with heightened amusement. It was clear Viktor was just messing with you, but this was the most outgoing the two had ever seen the man before. Clearly, you had quite the unique pull on him..

“I don’t believe you,” you crossed your arms and pouted. The action drawing Viktor’s eyes to your lips. They looked soft… Quickly they flitted back to you. He hoped you hadn’t noticed.

“You told Mel they were delicious.” You stated bluntly.

“So you were eavesdropping on us?” He hummed with amusement, making you scoff.

“Don’t try to change the subject. I heard what you said.” With that you walked over to the display case.

Pulling out some tongs, you grabbed a tart from the stack in the case and placed it on a plate. Viktor followed your movements feeling his mouth water. Surely, he would be caught if he tried one of those delicious tarts. Though with how much he was enjoying your smug look, he didn’t think he would mind you winning this faux feud.

Placing the plate in front of Viktor, you motioned for him to take it.

“On the house. Just so I can prove you wrong.”

“If you insist,” he picked up the treat, inspecting it. This one had a deep red filling, a lovely fruity smell wafting from it. “What flavor is it?” His gaze returned to yours. Those gold eyes sending a shiver through you.

“Rhubarb. We just picked some from our garden yesterday. It’s one of the most in season produce.”

He hummed in thought, then brought the tart to his mouth. Tongue licking his lips in anticipation, catching your eye. The movement had you studying his face again, now spotting the mole right on the corner of his lips. He smirked as he caught you staring, then took a bite.

As soon as the tart’s flavor hit his tongue, he was done for. The beautiful flavor washing over his tastebuds made him give out a content moan. The sound made a large smile grow on your face.

“Aha! I was right! You do like the tarts.” You stood prouder.

“I suppose I must concede.” He nodded at you after swallowing. “You do make delicious treats.”

“Oh, you should’ve heard him when he first tried them!” Jayce interjected, fully ready to embarrass his partner.

“T-t-there's no need for that Jayce.” Viktor attempted to stop the man.

“Oh c’mon, V, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sure she’d love to hear how loudly you moaned when eating the blueberry tart.”

Red bloomed on Viktor’s face and neck, making you chuckle.

“Is that true?” You asked, a glimmer in your eye.

“It isn’t not true.” Viktor mumbled.

You gave the man a soft smile. The tender action made his heart jolt.

“Well I’ll take that as a great compliment. Thank you.” The sincerity in your voice made his chest tighten.

He didn’t even know your name, yet you already had this effect on him. Beautiful, witty, and clearly talented in your field. Oh, he was smitten. And that revelation had definitely been spotted by his compatriots. The two seemingly plotting something.

Taking your win, you decided to get the other orders ready. Pouring out the black coffees and making Mel’s latte. You warmed up the muffins and plated them. When you were done, you placed the order on the counter.

“Your order is ready!” You chirped.

The trio gratefully took their orders. Viktor gave you a nod as he grabbed his coffee. A smirk playing on his lips as his eyes locked with yours.

“Care to join us?” Mel invited, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes.

Waving them off, you give another smile. Shrugging off the way she looked at you, you turned back to your work. As you returned to preparing loaves of bread for the afternoon, you felt eyes on your back. Specifically amber eyes, ones that you couldn’t get out of your head. Though you were not alone, Viktor too couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“So…” Mel brought Viktor out of his thoughts.

The trio had decided to sit outside taking advantage of the warmer weather. Sunlight streamed through leaves overhead, sending dancing patterns of shadows around the area. A light breeze still kept the weather relatively cool.

“So?” Viktor questioned Mel.

“What did you think of her?” She asked Viktor, nodding to the inside of the bakery.

Viktor turned his attention inside. Watching your back as you worked. Then he turned back to Mel, his brows raised with curious suspicion.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you were flirting with her.” Jayce interjected, taking a swig of his coffee.

Viktor’s mouth dropped in surprise, eyes widening at Jayce’s blatantness.

“I, what?” He couldn’t come up with a retort. His face blooming red.

“You were flirting, it was obvious. Right?” Jayce turned to an amused Mel.

“It did appear that Viktor was interested in her. So what did you think?” Mel leaned on her hands, cocking her head curiously.

Viktor’s face flushed even more red.

“She seemed interesting is all.”

“That’s all? It looked like you were more involved than that? Turning your conversation into a challenge and all…” Jayce gave Viktor a cheeky smirk.

“You can be insufferable, Talis.” Viktor spat.

To keep himself from speaking further into a hole, Viktor shoved more of his tart into his mouth. The flavor making him hum with content, but he couldn’t help but think of you again. Knowing that you had managed to make something so delicious had him wondering what else you were capable of. From just your conversation alone he could tell you were witty, seemingly able to match his speed. A very refreshing change of pace for the man, one that he would be thinking about for a while.

Though that wouldn’t be the only thing he thought about when it came to you. In his mind his thoughts trailed to your smile. The bright twinkle in your eyes as he challenged you. Your airy laughter as you had caught him in his lie. The thoughts making him grow more and more fond, despite the fact that he didn’t even know you. So, he decided he would.

Two days later, Viktor made an appearance in your store again. This time your father happened to be manning the front of house while you were cleaning up after the morning rush. Viktor slowly made his way to the counter, his eyes catching your form bent over a table. You were cleaning off the remnants of crumbs and any rings left by glasses and mugs. He did his best to stare respectfully, but his eyes managed to wander to the lovely curve of your ass.

Cracking your back, you stood back up. When you turned, you were met with amber eyes that sent another jolt through you. Pushing out a short breath, you straightened up and smiled.

“Good afternoon Viktor. Back for more mediocre tarts?” You teased.

Your voice caught the attention of your father. He gave a hearty laugh at your comment.

“So this is the guy that called your tarts mediocre?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head at Viktor. “I don’t let anyone disrespect my girl like that, young man.”

Viktor was taken aback at how friendly your father was. He assumed you had told him about your encounter with him. Hopefully your father wasn’t actually disappointed in him. From the cheery grin on his face, he was obviously teasing him like you had been.

Rubbing his neck in embarrassment, Viktor walked up to the counter to order.

“I suppose it was a bit rude of me. Your desserts are lovely.” He spoke to your father.

“Oh, don’t tell me. My lovely girl has to take the credit for the tarts, learned it from her mama.”

“Oh, do you not bake as well?” Viktor thought the shop was an effort for both you and your father. Though he didn’t know all too much about you really.

“Sometimes, though the arthritis causes my fingers to lock up sometimes.” Your father shrugged.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, my girl takes care of all things baking. I’m just the one who makes sure the lights stay on and the water keeps running.” He gave another hearty chuckle. “Now, enough about our little shop. What can I getcha?”

“Oh. Uh.” He hadn’t even thought about what to order.

Before your father could interject, you slid in front of him at the register. A coy smile on your lips. One that had Viktor’s heart stuttering.

“He’ll take a tart and a black coffee, plain. Right?”

“Right.” Viktor’s throat went dry.

Here you were again, having this awestriking effect on him. It was something he could get used to. Something that greatly enticed him.

“Great! We’ve got apricot tarts in this time! I’m sure you’ll love them.”

Your father pet your head before you went to grab his order. Viktor watched you, memorizing how you freely moved around your working space.

In no time, you had his order ready. A plate with an apricot tart, and a fresh mug of coffee greeting him, along with your bright smile.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” You chirped.

“Would you like to join me?” He hoped this time you would accept the invite.

Your eyes brightened, and smile grew wider. Turning to your father, he nodded with a knowing smile. Waving you off, he spoke.

“Go on, take a break. Don’t recall the last time you’ve done that.”

“Thanks dad.” You gave him a quick peck on a stubbled cheek, then moved to join Viktor.

From the display case, you pulled a slice of cake out for yourself. On cue, your father handed you a mug of coffee, then you joined Viktor at a table by the front window.

As he waited, Viktor took in the interior of the bakery. It was rustic with exposed brick walls and wooden accents. Along one wall was a hand painted mural or a fox pouncing around various baked goods. Hanging lights cast a warm glow around the place. It was very cozy, somewhere he could easily find himself spending more time at. Especially if you would be making an appearance.

You sat in front of him, then looked over the man. While you had taken in his appearance before, you didn’t get this close of a look at him. The mole by his lips that you had noticed before was accompanied by another under his right eye. Brown locks were messily brushed through with what you assumed were his long fingers. Slender appendages that were lazily tapping on the table, slightly stained with ink and oil. Recalling a previous conversation with Mel, you remembered she had mentioned the scientists that she sponsored. Now the pieces were clicking for you.

“So you’re a scientist.” You spoke first.

“I am.” He smiled softly. “What gave it away?”

“Mel has told me about you, though not by name.” You took a bite of cake, enjoying the sweetness of the frosting. “Hextech, right?”

“Correct.” He wasn’t really sure how to continue the conversation. Though it didn’t seem like he needed to. Your curious nature asking him more.

“So you must be loaded then?” Your question was a joke, but you were still genuinely wondering.

“Already asking a man about his money?” He gave an airy chuckle.

“I like to know what I’m working with.” You teased.

“That’s quite bold of you,” he sipped on some of his coffee. Letting the pause hang in the air. “I would say I live very comfortably.”

“I would hope so, considering you’ve literally changed the entirety of the world’s commerce.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. Hextech wasn’t something he had worked on to promote capitalistic ventures, but he and Jayce needed funding. Therefore, it was a bit of a necessary evil.

“It wasn’t our first choice of invention. But the Hexgates did grant us a great understanding of the arcane.” He hummed in thought.

“What would be your first choice?” This wasn’t just small talk, you genuinely wished to know.

“I want to help people. Both Jayce and I do.” Viktor was finding himself greatly enjoying your presence. Outside of Jayce, no one ever really asked about his wants.

Sure, Mel knew about them, but that was merely pragmatism. The woman was able to act with tact when necessary, and managed to deal with Viktor in such a manner.

However, there was you. A woman he had barely met, already asking about his wishes with unadulterated sincerity. Refreshing, yes, and something that had him feeling fulfilled. Even if he had yet to reach those goals, you wanted to hear about them.

“That’s a noble cause.” You said, that soft smile playing on your lips. A sight that Viktor could get used to.

“It’s a necessary cause.” His gaze grew serious.

Briefly, your eyes flitted to the crutch leaning against the wall, then back to Viktor. He caught the minute action, and huffed out. Though, you weren’t looking at him with pity. You sat patiently, waiting for him to continue. Not as though you were afraid of offending him, more so that you were genuinely interested in what he had to say.

“It is a necessary cause for me personally, yes. However, there are others I wish to help.” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Eyes scrunched shut as he thought how to continue. Would you take offense to his selfishness? Looking back up at you, he realized you were still waiting for him to speak. Nodding your head, you encouraged him to continue.

“In order for me to help others, I do need to help myself.”

“I think your cause is both noble and necessary.” You said confidently, smile wider. An infectious one that had Viktor returning a smile back at you. “I don’t think you should worry about whether or not your aspirations are selfish. In the end, they will aid those in need, no?”

He nodded at your query.

“So it’s a win-win in my eyes.” With that, you reached for his now empty plate and mug.

Before you could walk off with the items, a slender hand lightly reached for your wrist. Shivers crawled up your spine at his touch. From his seat, those amber eyes sent a jolt into your stomach. Sparkling with a sincerity you had the rare pleasure of witnessing.

“Thank you.” He paused, chewing his tongue as he thought about his next words carefully. “It feels good to talk like that.”

Again, you gave him a bright smile.

“Of course, Viktor. I’ll lend an ear any time.” You meant it, and he knew it.

Viktor had begun to make a regular appearance at your bakery. Now your father knew the man by name and had his order memorized. However, he always had you preparing it for the scientist. Your father also had developed a new habit of making himself scarce and telling you to take a break when Viktor happened to visit. While it was an odd change, you didn’t mind it. Seeing Viktor had now become a highlight of your day.

When he wasn’t able to make it in, he always apologized the next day. Every time you told him not to worry about it, but it did feel nice knowing he was thinking about you.

By now the man had managed to try every flavor of tart you offered during the season. You told him new ones would come with summer and fall, but he didn’t mind having the same flavors repeatedly. As long as you joined him, he enjoyed the treats. Plus, admittedly, he seemed to be addicted to the pastries. He didn’t know if he should tell you that though, considering how smug you had been the first time. He didn’t know if his heart would fare another playful fight with you.

Repeatedly, you had tugged away at his heartstrings. Always listening to him so intently and actively participating in conversation. Then there were your own aspirations. Growing your family business and working on a program to help feed those in need. The bakery was fairly well off, but most of what you earned went straight into maintaining the business. Ever so slowly you were working your way to completing your philanthropic goals.

“I could help, you know.” Viktor said after you had laid out your plan for a soup kitchen on the border of the undercity and Piltover.

“Viktor, I could never ask you to do that.” You didn’t want him to feel like he had to aid you just because you were friends.

“I want to help you.” He emphasized, reaching for your hand across the table. “Just as much as you wish for me to accomplish my dreams, I wish the same for you.”

Your chest tightened at his words. Viktor had found himself opening up more and more to you with each meeting. This tenderness was unnatural for him, yet felt right when it came to you. A person like you deserved this sweetness, and he would smother you in it. That is… if you would have him.

However, he could never ask that of you. Both of you were so deeply entrenched in your own business. He would feel as if he was distracting you from your aspirations. Even if he so deeply wished that you would look at him the same.

Little did the man know, you did. It was honestly surprising to you that he hadn’t caught on. You were never good at hiding your true feelings. Something your father would tease you about.

You felt the same as Viktor though, not wanting to pull him away from his work. Both of you continued to dance around your true feelings. It was much to your friends’ detriment. Jayce and Mel held back their groans as you spoke about each other. Jayce wished to knock some sense into his partner, and Mel wanted to shake your shoulders hoping you would figure it out after some tough love. It seemed that those ways wouldn’t work though.

Instead, the two began plotting. If they couldn’t get you to that conclusion on your own, then they needed to intervene. It would be simple. Jayce pretending to find an excuse for Viktor to go outside. Mel would nonchalantly order some of your famous tarts to be delivered to a nearby park, with a secret warning to your father that you would be out. Him and Mel shared a knowing wink as she placed the order.

While you might be his baby girl, your father had hoped you would get out more. Always holed up in the shop was not doing well for your social life. Plus, he was getting older. The fear of aging making him concerned that he wouldn’t be able to take care of you. Yes, you were a confident and independent woman, but what good father wished to see his daughter alone? Viktor was a lovely gentleman, never making your father worry once. His polite first impression made him a major contender in your non-existent line-up of suitors.

Together, this unlikely trio managed to set up the perfect spring time date. A lovely picnic that Jayce would ditch Viktor on, just for you to show up. An absolutely perfect opportunity for the two of you to confess your affections for each other.

You didn’t bat an eye when your father sent you off with the basket of goodies. Mel wasn’t a stranger to ordering delivery, so the task was simple enough. Plus, you got to enjoy the wonderful weather outside.

After a few dreary days of thunderstorms, the clouds had parted into a wonderful sunny day. A cool breeze flowed through your hair as you made your way through town. You were heading to a secluded park next to a little-known pond. A very intimate setting. You wondered if Mel and Jayce were going on a date. Perhaps it would be odd of you to intrude, though you were on the job. You doubted they would mind your brief presence.

Viktor begrudgingly allowed Jayce to drag him to the park. He bribed him with feeding ducks with the old frozen peas pushed deep in the lab freezer. It was a lovely day, and after the amount of work the two had been doing, a break was much needed. With the air pressure back down, Viktor’s leg was feeling significantly better. While dreary weather tended to appeal to his mood most days, the changes in the atmosphere could be quite the bane of his existence. The reprieve from the storms was something he wouldn’t take for granted.

Jayce had made a big display for their outing. Laying out a large picnic blanket on a slightly shaded hill. It had the perfect view of the pond. Dotting the water were mother ducks with their yellow ducklings. Viktor spotted a swan couple on one end as well, along with their babies. He would be sure to give them a good fill of peas later.

As Jayce continued to set up the picnic, he paused peering into the basket. With a bit too much force, he slapped his forehead.

“Oh! I’m sorry V, I forgot something.” He couldn’t help but smile, knowing what was coming next. “I’ll go grab it real quick, gimme like ten minutes.”

Rolling his eyes, Viktor paid no mind to the man’s over enthusiastic antics. He was just enjoying the short amount of rest he was able to get during this break. Sighing with content, the man laid back on the blanket and closed his eyes.

After a few minutes he heard the shuffling of grass nearby. Peeking open an eye, he was blinded by the sun. He put his arm over his head, and watched as a figure above him came into view. His heart jolted as he realized you were peering down at him curiously.

“Good afternoon.” You said cheerily, that sweet smile on your lips.

“Good afternoon.” He said, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

Viktor sat up and looked around the park. There was no sign of Jayce. A realization dawned on him. Slowly, he turned back to you, eyes wide.

“Is everything alright?” Your brows were furrowed with concern at the shift in his demeanor.

He shook off the nerves, and cleared his throat.

“Uh, yes. Of course.” He chuckled awkwardly. “What brings you here?”

“Mel had me deliver some tarts to a picnic at this park. Which I’m assuming is here.” You gazed around the park. “Is she joining you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

You placed the basket beside him and noticed a letter inside.

“Oh! There’s a letter for you in here.”

Viktor’s name was written in cursive on the envelope, unmistakably Mel’s penmanship. Swallowing thickly, he reached for the letter and opened it. Eyes widening as he read through it.

Viktor,

Since you appear to be inept at making any romantic advances to someone you clearly hold affections for. Jayce and I have taken it upon ourselves to set up a lovely picnic for the two of you. Enjoy the treats and wine! You may thank us at a later date.

Beneath Mel’s letter, Jayce had written a note as well.

P.S. Tell her how you feel! Seriously, V, it’s getting really irritating that you won’t. If you don’t I will! That is a threat and a promise! Love, Jayce

A small heart was drawn next to his note. Viktor rolled his eyes and huffed. Looking back at you, he realized you were patiently waiting for him.

“It appears we have been set up, miláčku.” You didn’t understand the petname, but with the soft way he said it, you could tell it was sweet.

“Set up?” You asked as you sat beside him.

You couldn’t recall being this close to him before. Sure, he had occasionally reached for your hand, but that was always across a table. Now you were practically shoulder to shoulder, legs sliding against each other. With the closeness you could smell the sweet musk of his cologne along with the remnants of oil and metal from his time in the lab.

Beside you, Viktor was taking you in as well. The smell of vanilla and butter wafting off you deliciously. How soft your exposed skin looked. The sun sparkling in your windswept hair. Instinctively, he reached for a piece curling around your cheek. Pushing it behind your ear gently, the tender action made your face burn.

He smirked at the flustered state he had put you in.

“You didn’t answer me.” You said softly.

“You’re a smart woman, I’m sure you were able to reach the same conclusion I have.” He smirked at you. Enjoying the way your eyes sparkled when you made the realization.

“Did they set us up on a date?” You asked.

He nodded, smiling softly.

“Yes, they have.”

You could feel your heart thudding in your chest as your face grew redder. Was your attraction to the man that obvious? You thought you had been doing a good job at hiding how you felt. Oh how wrong you were.

“I think we’ve been dancing around this conversation for quite some time now.” He said, reaching for your hand.

You allowed him to slip his fingers between yours, his touch made you shiver. With shaky fingers, you curled your hand with his.

“I suppose we have.” You nodded, staring down at your conjoined hands.

Looking back up, you realized Viktor had been watching you. His gold eyes desperately reading your face, hoping that you felt the same. Worry filled those amber pools. Worry that you wished to dissipate.

Impulsively, you leaned in. Lightly pressing your lips to him, he gave a shocked huff. His eyes widening, then fluttering shut. Viktor leaned into the kiss, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek. The other holding your hand tightened, grounding him. Allowing him to recognize this moment as reality and not another one of his dreams.

Sighing with content, you pulled back. Viktor’s mouth hung open slightly, his breathing grew a bit labored. He wasn’t done yet. With the hand still on your cheek, he pulled you back in.

Opening his mouth, his tongue prodded at your lips. You parted them, meeting your tongue with his. Your taste had him groaning, just as sweet as your desserts. You gave a soft moan as he pressed against you. Soft hands tangled in his chestnut locks, lightly tugging. The action earning you another groan against your lips.

He pulled away from you, touching his forehead against yours. His lips kissed all over your face and neck making you giggle.

“Viktor!” You squeaked, as he pinned you underneath him.

Looking up at him, you were mesmerized. His amber gaze searched your face for any flicker of doubt. When he didn’t find any he leaned back down to kiss you. His hand caressed down your side, then reached under your dress. You froze up at the movement, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Viktor, anyone could see!” You whispered, eyes wide.

He remained composed, his hand tracing circles on your exposed thigh. He gave you a toothy grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he returned back to his previous movement.

“Let them see.” He said lowly, sending a shiver through you.

It didn’t matter to him. He needed you now. For so long he had gone without affections from another. Now here you were, so beautiful and willing. Wanting him of all people. It was something fueled by desperation, but he would follow it. Follow whatever would lead him to having you completely.

His fingers reached your panties and he groaned. The slender appendages traced over the damp fabric.

“Already so wet.” He groaned, hot breath against your ear. “I need to feel you, lásko.” He breathed out.

Nodding, you gave him permission.

“Please.”

His fingers slipped your panties down your legs, then he pushed a long finger inside of your wet heat. A loud moan escaping you, you clamped your hand over your mouth after hearing the sound. Viktor practically growled as he ripped his hand off of your face. Eyes darkening as he stared into yours.

“No, I want to, I need to hear you.” He lifted himself over you.

A smirk dancing on his lips as he played with your drenched pussy. Fingers tracing over your folds, and circling your clit. Your thighs clenched and lifted up, begging for more from the man. This time he plunged two fingers inside you. The action making you cry out. He licked his lips as he watched you come undone beneath him. Your thighs were shaking with each press to the spongy spot on your inner walls. Each pump of his fingers making a knot form in your belly. Something was getting closer and closer to snapping. He groaned as he watched your eyes roll back. The walls of your pussy tightening around his fingers. Closer, and closer, he took in all of you as his fingers worked you to the edge.

“Viktor… ah… Vikor…” You were babbling now. Pleasure made tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

One final thrust into your heat had you convulsing. Your release drenching Viktor’s fingers, making him stare at you in awe. Gold eyes roaming over your spent body, taking in your trembling form. Your mouth letting out soft moans as you came down from the high of your climax. But he wasn’t done yet.

Looking around, he didn’t spot any people. Carefully, he slid off his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers to his thighs. Just enough to expose himself to you. With wide eyes, you watched as he gripped his cock. Long, slender, with a delicious curve. It had your legs shaking with anticipation.

You couldn’t recall the last time you had sex, and now the man you had been harboring affections for was about to take you. In a public park no less. The idea had you buzzing. Your pussy was begging to be filled.

The head of his cock slid against your folds teasingly. While Viktor would love to take his time with you. There was a desperate need to just thrust into you and fill you. So that’s what he did. His cock sheathing inside quickly, the movement making your hips jolt. You cried out as he began to move inside you. The tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Again, you found yourself babbling. Your hands clawed at Viktor’s back for purchase. Locking your legs around his hips, you found yourself subconsciously meeting each of his thrusts. Your clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvis.

Your next orgasm was on the horizon. Each press against you building up that intense pressure within you. Viktor wasn’t far behind.

When your warmth sucked him in, he felt like he could have released in that moment. Tight, wet heat surrounded him, making him groan with each thrust. He was thankful for the cool breeze as he continued to pound into you.

“Viktor… I-I’m…” You couldn’t finish your sentence.

Pure pleasure washed over you as you came. Pussy clenching against Viktor making him curse out. More of your release splashed against his pelvis, drenching the picnic blanket beneath you.

“Fuck, yes. Oh. Fuck.” He cried out as you squeezed him.

Quickly, his release came. Hot ropes of cum flooding inside you, providing a comforting warmth. Your pussy fluttered around him as his cock twitched inside, releasing as much as he could.

Your hands wrapped around the man’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hands caressed your body. He watched as he pulled himself out of you with a groan. Enjoying the way his cum slid down your thighs. A sight he could get used to.

After pulling his pants up, Viktor laid down next to you. A content smile on his face.

“I would love to do that again.” He reached for your hand and pressed it to his lips. “If you will have me.”

“The impromptu date? Or the public sex?” You teased with an airy chuckle, still catching your breath.

“Hmm… why not both? Though perhaps the sex could be somewhere a bit more private.” He turned to you, eyes glimmering.

You realized you hadn’t actually confessed anything to the man. Your impulsive kiss had led you to making love in public, yet you hadn’t even said how you felt.

“I really like you Viktor. I like you a lot.” You said as you turned to face him.

“I sure would hope so.”

“I would like to continue this.” You said.

“As would I.”

He leaned in placing a soft kiss against your forehead, then nose, then lips. The tender action had you smiling against his mouth as you kissed him back.

Shuffling from behind you, had you both jolting up. Coming over a hill was Jayce and Mel. The large man was bright red in the face, while the woman had a coy smile playing on her lips. As they approached, you and Viktor attempted to make yourselves presentable. Mel waved you off.

“I was expecting our little setup to be entertaining… However, I wasn’t expecting a full show like that.” She teased.

Your face burned red.

“Y-you were watching?” You squeaked.

“Of course, we set this date up. We wanted to witness the fruits of our labor. Though we might have gotten more than we had bargained for. Isn’t that right Jayce?” Mel hummed, amused at how flustered the man was.

“Mhmm.” Jayce couldn’t make eye contact with you. Your eyes darted to the hand that was attempting to nonchalantly cover a very prominent bulge in his pants.

“Well as entertaining as that was, I suggest you two leave that in the bedroom next time.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Viktor reached for your hand. A teasing smirk played on his lips. “We will.”

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Eris x Acolyte!Reader | Rated: G | Length: 2.1k

For @sjmxreaderweek Day 3

A/N: I don't normally write xReader so this was a fun little detour in my writing schedule. Minimal Beta-ing. Just wanted to do something different <3.

A young acolyte sworn to silence is visited by the heir to the Autumn Court, whose confession threatens to unravel both her vows and her resolve.

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The Temple of the Mother is built an hour’s walk from the edge of the Autumn Court woods. The enclave has been around far before you were ever born, having been built generations ago. Tonight, as rain falls heavily outside, the temple is empty. No parishioners have made the trek to tonight’s service, so it is just you and the High Priestess reciting scripture, praising the earth, meditating on peace and love and loyalty. She’s left you now to clean up and prepare for tomorrow’s morning service. With the promise of good weather, you expect more foot traffic as usual. And as the equinox approaches, you suspect the numbers will only increase.

You place a fresh cloth on the altar, polish each candlestick, each gold-plated bowl. Overhead, the braziers flicker, and the temple feels almost haunted. Some of the other acolytes tried to scare you your first night, whispering of the High Lord’s first wife roaming the pews or the spirits of unburied fae screaming down the corridors. But today, you can only hear the patter of rain against stained glass windows, the steady drip from a leak. The air is fragrant with the sweet smell of incense.

Your footsteps echo as you walk up and down each pew, straightening songbooks. You joined the temple months ago, and the memory of it is still fresh in your mind. As the youngest daughter in your family, there was no need to push you into marriage. Given the choice, you had chosen this life. Let your older sisters enjoy the matrimonial life. Here, you felt more like your own person.

There were parts of your old life you did miss. The laughter, the dancing, the singing. Here, you were sworn to a vow of silence for the first year of your service. Penance for whatever unconfessed transgressions you did not remember or did not bother to confess. You return to the front and tuck the remnants of today’s service under your arm when you hear the familiar gait of a male you once knew well.

You turn and see him there, dressed in a well-tailored coat and linen pants. As he approaches, you see his hair is mussed, and dark shadows sit under his eyes. His expression is neutral, if not stern, and his stance betrays nothing. But you knew him for many years, from when you had roamed the Forest House as a youth, playing with your sisters in the halls and in the gardens. Once, at a ball, he had asked you to dance – more pretense than pleasure, but you had enjoyed it all the same. Your one storybook night. When he reaches the aisle where you stand, you bow, deep as you have been taught.

“Don’t,” he says. His voice is harsh against the silence, and you dare look up to meet his gaze. His amber eyes bore into yours, and you feel the familiar flutter of nerves in your stomach. There are few reasons for the High Lord’s family to visit. Penance is not usually one of them. But tonight, in the flickering shadows of the light, you can tell that a confession may be on the horizon. You turn to fetch the High Priestess, to knock at her chamber doors and rouse her from sleep.

“There’s no need,” he says, knowing already what you are off to do - who to fetch. “I will speak with you.”

Fear blooms in your chest. You are not sure he realizes you are still in your first year, the vow of silence barring you from holding a proper conversation, parishioner or not. And still, he stands there waiting for you until you set down what you are holding and walk to him. Without your heels, he’s two heads taller than you, and you’re reminded that he could kill you. All the Vanserras could. You gesture to one of the booths to hold confession, but he shakes his head and sits on one of the pews at the front. After a beat, you sit next to him and both of you look ahead at the front of the temple, where a statue of the Mother stands, her hand, palm up, reaching down to her children in offering. Your heart thuds in your chest, and you wonder if you should have ignored him and fetched the High Priestess anyway. None of this is proper, and being alone with a lord’s son was asking for trouble. But as you debated getting up again, Eris crosses a boot over his knee and leans back – casual even for him – and sighs. You dare not look at his face and instead study the statue, marveling how the sculptor was able to carve the movement of cloth so perfectly, the folds and creases looking real from a distance.

Magic whooshes over you, and you realize Eris has placed a ward around you. The patter of rain is gone, and the drip feels miles away. A bubble of silence. You should feel more afraid, but you realize this is more for his safety than yours. What loss is it really for an acolyte to die?

“Do you remember me?” he asks, and it’s not at all what you thought he’d ask. You nod, still not looking at him even though from the corner of your eye, you can see him fully face you now, expectant. You realize he’s waiting for you to talk. And you wring your hands. Breaking your vow is not worth this, you think.

“You are a decent dancer,” he comments, returning to look at the Mother. And somehow, that compliment warms you like a fire. “Too many of our courtiers have no sense of rhythm,” he comments. And you’d have to agree. Dancing was a time-honored tradition of Autumn, and yet so many courtiers failed to know much more than the most basic of dances. You may not have been the best in your family, but you could at least keep up with Eris, which was a skill in itself. Nothing too flashy or extravagant, but just detailed enough that you did feel like you were dancing and not shuffling around the floor, back and forth and back and forth in the same waltz rhythm. He then rambles about the ball, all those years ago, rattling off gossip about each courtier, and you wonder what is the point of all this. This is not the Eris that you knew. The male you knew was cold and cruel. Once, you had seen him set a male on fire for treason. Running his hand over the prisoner’s chest, over his heart. The screams had haunted you for nights to come.

Finally, it seems Eris realizes there’s nothing he’s going to say to get you to break your vow of silence, and the warmth he displays is snuffed out like a flame.

“I fear the Night Court will betray me,” he says. He moves closer to you and leans in, his breath tickling your ear.

“They have sworn to lend their forces when I need them.” You know the unspoken here, know to read between the lines. He means his father’s death. “But they have acquired a new weapon,” he says, though the way he says weapon is strained, as though that is not quite the truth. “I have heard rumors too that his court monster is conspiring to make the High Lord a High King.” At this, you start—unheard of. There hadn’t been a High King in thousands of years, centuries of years. It had not ended well. And you presume this would not end well, too.

You cannot imagine your High Lord kneeling to Rhysand. Nor can you imagine his allies acquiescing to such a thing. You wonder if the Spring Court would wage war once more. You know your court would join them regardless of whether Beron or Eris was the High Lord. You fold your hands in your lap. You do not know what to do or say, and perhaps this is why he’s chosen you to tell. The priestesses keep records separate from the ones the court historians keep. Theirs is more honest than the High Lord’s – each failure detailed with the same lack of embellishments as the victories. They may be within the borders of Autumn, but they answered to the Mother and her word. Not the High Lord and his fire.

“There is much work to be done,” Eris continues. “My father conspires with the death god in the continent and the human queens. I suspect he does not fully understand that which he meddles in.” And you agree with this. What is a High Lord to a god? And then you think of the rumors that have been flying around. Not just of the High Lord’s ambitions but of Eris’s disappearance. There was one time the High Lord’s family had come – likely at the Lady’s behest—and had sat in the pew reserved for the family, and Eris had not been there. You knew he was not devout, but he always came. You knew the low timber of his voice as he sang and thought of it many nights before you fell asleep. If you could talk, you’d tell him to sing more.

“While I was there,” he says, and you realize he’s been talking and you weren’t listening, you fool. “I saw many things. A frozen lake, so many swans, a bird of flame.” The other human queen, you surmise. Court politics made its way here as well. There were few secrets that the wind did not carry here.

The magic barrier drops, and Eris shifts in his seat. He holds out his hand, and you study it for a moment. It’s large, of course, but covered in callouses from training, you imagine, and though it’s against your vows, you imagine what it would feel like against your skin. The one time you had danced, he had worn gloves, and that alone had haunted you. But his hand was here now, and you wanted to trace the lines of his palm, to read its futures and revel in secrets. You place your hand in his without thinking. It is warm, and you watch as he turns your hand over to reveal the vow on your wrist. A rune that marked the bargain you had with the Mother: chastity, faith, honesty. He rubs a thumb over the promise, and a shiver runs down your back. The edge of his mouth quirks, and it’s then you feel very much like prey. You should get up, bow, leave, go to your chambers, kneel at your bed, pray for forgiveness. I’m sorry, Mother, for I have let impure thoughts of a male overtake me.

And then, without warning, Eris lifts your wrist to his face and presses a closed-mouth kiss over the mark. His lips are soft, and your brain thinks of nothing else except for his lips kissing you. Somewhere else.

“Eris,” you hiss, and the braziers burn bright. The dancing flames spark and reach for the ceiling, and you realize with dismay that you have broken this vow. Panic seizes you, and you pull your wrist away, rubbing your hand over where he kissed. He gives you a wry smile and stands.

“Be well,” he says, and then walks away, boots clicking against the stone floor.

You do not move until he is gone, and then you spring up. Your feet move of their own accord, and you race for the broom to sweep up ash that has fallen on the floor. You scrub the stone and pray to the Mother for forgiveness for your breach of promise. Your wrist tingles, and you wonder if this is when you’ll be set alight. You feel like it already, body warm from where he kissed you. And when there’s no trace of him there, you let yourself fall to the ground in front of the Mother’s statue. She reaches out her hand to you in forgiveness. And so you indulge just once and press your own lips against the mark.

It’s then when the High Priestess walks in, still dressed in her sleeping gown. She looks at the fires, blazing brighter, and then to you. You watch her watch you and pull your wrist away from your lips. She looks up at the Mother and then back at you. She nods. You’re unsure what she knows or how much she cares, but the fear lingers in your chest.

“Come, child,” she says. “It’s past time for you to sleep. The night watch will wake soon.” You stand, knees screaming from how you had fallen to the ground, and walk to her. She leads you to your room, and after you finish changing for bed and lay on your pillow, you dream of a dance you danced a long time ago and the amber eyes of the heir you will never forget. Maybe one day you will dance again. But for now, you are content to hold him in your dreams and whirl around the sacred space of your mind. This is all you can ask for.

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Happily Ever After

(Continuation to this, I'd suggest reading that first!)

Pairing: Actor!Joaquin Torres x Fem!Actress!Reader

Summary: This is a collection of all the moments you have shared with your co-star, turned best friend, turned boyfriend, Joaquin.

Warnings: This is completely inspired by tom and zendaya and their moments from the nwh press tour, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of panic attacks, mobs, paps being insane, and wanting children, reader is mentioned to be shorter than joaquin, completely inspired by tz.

AN: i am so EXCITED for this. These two + tz are my favourite babies🥹 (pretend the gif is joaquin and reader)

It has been a whole year since that magical confession was shared between you and Joaquin and both of you weren't shy to admit that this past year has been the best year of your lives.

Both of you had mutually decided to keep it private for at least a year. Although, you were sure everyone already knew, but it was fun to pretend like nothing happened. You and Joaquin surely enjoyed it too much.

This past year had made you realise that if you thought Joaquin was an amazing friend, he was an even better (and clingier) boyfriend. He was so attentive and respectful, always cheering you on whatever projects you did- like he was your personal hype man. He was this close to posting your photos all over his room as he considered himself to be your biggest fan. When he did stuff like this, all you wanted to do was squish his pretty little face in your hands and never let him go. He was obsessed with you, but in a positive way- always going out of his way to talk about you and uplift you. The urge to giggle nonstop around him was so strong because he made you feel like a princess.

Joaquin was over the moon. It was like he had permanent puppy dog eyes and heart eyes around you. He would look at you like you saved him, his brown eyes shining with love and everyone clearly noticed that. All he wanted to do was hold you close and never let go, making up for lost time. He had a folder full of your photos on his phone, a polaroid of you two behind his phone case, your picture in his wallet, your scarf lying around his closet, hair ties around his wrist, and an extra bottle of your perfume and shampoo to use whenever you'd be away from from for longer periods of time. The shift in his mood would be immediate--he'd get cranky and irritable, especially if he didn't get to talk to you if the two of you were busy. And when you came back? He'd make sure you wouldn't lift even a finger.

A year ago when you two returned to the party, hand-in-hand and clinging to each other, Sam and Bucky were this close to screaming and running around the venue in happiness. They were so happy for you two that they threw another party the next day and spoiled you. After waiting for a month, you decided to tell your families and they weren't surprised but they were over the moon. Joaquin's abuela had started calling you her daughter-in-law and that made you blush like crazy because Joaquin made no efforts to correct her.

After a year of not getting a chance to work together, you and Joaquin finally got cast in the same movie. It was for a superhero franchise and you were cast as his love interest. It was personal this time around because you two were actually dating. Nobody knew about your relationship yet, but they weren't phased with your closeness because you and Joaquin were always like that. This was just another Tuesday for your colleagues and fans.

The filming was fun, and nerve wracking, at the same time because you had to take extra measures to sneak into his room and vice versa or be careful if you wanted to hang out together but your teams made sure that the two of you were protected and kept their mouths sealed. The two of you made sure to post normal pictures and silly videos to make sure the fans don't think something's up.

The best part of the filming was that you and Joaquin could enjoy a mini vacation on the side as the location for filming was Europe. The two of you had romantic dates, went on sight seeing and museums visits together and clicked millions of pictures. Joaquin's skin was tinted in that lovely shade of pink because of the weather and you were soaking in every moment of it. He looked so beautiful with his curls-loose and messy because of the heat, the loose linen shirts, his pretty moles and golden jewelry shining in the warm European sun, that it made you want to trap him in your arms forever.

Joaquin wasn't any better, trailing behind you like a lovesick fool, holding your bags, helping you put on sunscreen, taking pictures of you at every turn, admiring you in those pretty summer dresses and your skin shining in the sun. His favorite part were the museum and monument visits because you were a history nerd and you would talk about it so passionately that he'd simply stand next you and look at your intellectual explanations and excited hand gestures fondly.

Much to both of your dismay and happiness, the movie was finished and will be releasing soon, which meant that you two had to go on a press tour for it. Now, this was a time where you wished you had a leash for Joaquin because he was not subtle. Not that you weren't any better but him...he'd take every opportunity to touch you and lean into you or flirt with you and everyone around you would just laugh--your costars included. And it just so happened that Sam and Bucky, both, were your costars in this movie. If they weren't insufferable enough on set, then they were going to be ten times worse during the press tour.

The interviewer was talking about something on the screen, it was a hybrid interview--as in you all were on set and they interviewer was in a different place so they had to video call. Sam and Bucky were sitting to your left off camera and Joaquin was answering something on your right.

He was wearing a white fleece with black trousers, the color making his cheeks look pink. His hair was gelled back neatly and his skin was glowing. As he was talking, you couldn't help but notice a hair by the bridge of his nose. You leaned in closer and gently brought your hand by his nose, "Wait- there's-", Joaquin paused and stilled his movements, his mouth stretching open in an attempt to stretch his face to help you and you slowly removed the hair before assessing his face, "Yeah, okay. It was a tiny hair, sorry", you said quietly.

Joaquin turned to look at you and said, "Thank you", in a soft tone, his eyes taking you in. You just gave him a bashful smile and turned back to face the camera, noticing Sam and Bucky snickering amongst themselves on the sidelines from the corner of your eye.

As soon as this clip was released, it went viral and everyone wouldn't stop talking about the way he looked at you and the blush on your cheeks.

"So, there's a moment in the trailer where (Name), you, fall off a ledge and-"

Joaquin brought his hands in front of him and made a gesture of the hands not meeting together, "Nooo! Pretty heartbreaking, honestly", he said in a light voice while pouting. You laughed and nudged him before doing the same with your hands. Then, you two looked at each other and giggled like two kids who were up to no good.

Sam was sitting next to Joaquin and Bucky next to you and they just shook their heads at your antics. "My god, what are we? chopped liver? You two want some space?", Sam quipped and Bucky grimaced dramatically, the interviewer and the crew laughed.

You and Joaquin separated, your cheeks warm and nervous chuckles leaving your mouths. You looked at Sam and narrowed your eyes at him, conveying that you were going to get his ass after this. Sam threw a smirk in your direction before looking back at the interviewer and you elbowed Bucky in his ribs, which got an 'oof' out of him. Joaquin was just cheesing at you.

The next stop for the press tour was London and this time it was only you and Joaquin while Sam and Bucky toured the rest of the USA. You both were making an appearance on the Graham Norton Show today and honestly, you were pretty excited because you thought he was very funny. Joaquin was wearing a dark blue suit with a black shirt inside and you were wearing a green suit with a purple shirt.

"Joaquin, I heard that you were having a lot of difficulties with your suit. Would you like share about that experience?", Graham asked Joaquin.

"Oh man, it was so difficult. Especially 'cus we...we filmed in the European summer, right? After a point I felt like I was gonna pass out because it was so--constricting. Couldn't drink water properly or go to the washroom, in fact, (Name) was more worried about me than I was, so I'm glad she was there because she'd remind me to stay hydrated", Joaquin answered with a smile. The audience cheered at that.

"How could I not?! I was so worried he was going to--I don't know, throw up or choke! His whole mouth would be covered and he had to drink from those eye holes in the mask-- it was scary! And everybody was too casual about it, including him, like hello? Why aren't we worrying about him choking with that thing blocking his nose and mouth?!", you explained and your hands gestured stressfully around your face, eyes wide as saucers.

Apparently that was funny and the whole studio burst out in laughter, including your dumbass boyfriend. You looked at him and pushed him lightly, your face showing surprise and genuine stress for his predicament. Joaquin kept laughing and held your hand in his, squeezing it to comfort you.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you! Everyone should have a costar like you, (Name)”, Graham teased you, like he knew something was up between the two of you. You let out a chuckle and shook your head, rubbing your thumb across Joaquin’s bicep and bringing it back in your lap.

After returning back to the hotel, Joaquin kissed you stupid, not letting you go and attacking you in kisses because you were “too fuckin’ cute.”

A few days prior to the premiere, you were staying at Joaquin’s house to help his family with his sister’s birthday party. Joaquin had told you that you didn’t need to do all that but you shut him up by saying you wanted to (his chest soared with love because you were so kind and helpful and considered his family as your own.) You had forgotten to get her gift from your house and you had to buy some groceries from the market for the lunch, so you were going back to get it when Joaquin offered to drive you there. You reassured him that you’d be fine but him and his mom would have none of it, so he whisked you off to his car.

While the car was stopped at a red light, you listed off the things that you needed to help out with today and Joaquin just looked at you with a dopey look on his face, a wide smile plastered on, the whole time.

“Okay, your mom asked us to get some spices from the market and, uhh- I also noticed we were out of lemons so we need that for the pie and…ooh, we should get some chocolate and raspberries, I was telling your mom about—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Joaquin gently held your chin in his hand and brought you closer to kiss your lips lovingly. You squealed and held his wrist in your hand before he pulled back and smiled at you, his thumb caressing your chin softly. You stared at him with wide eyes and let out a series of giggles.

“Quino, what-”, you couldn’t finish the sentence as he just leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to your lips and the corner of your mouth. You burst out giggling and pressed your hands to his chest, pushing him away slightly.

“Baby, what’s all this?”, you asked him in between laughing.

“You’re so cute. And so pretty. And so sweet. Can’t I love on my girl?”, he said cheekily and pulled back to cradle your face in his hand.

You scrunched your nose at him, “Shut up, you’re so cheesy”, and pinched his nose lightly. Joaquin gave you his famous wrinkly eyed laugh and brought you closer to kiss your cheek before turning back towards the steering wheel.

What you two didn’t notice, was the lone camera lurking nearby, snapping pictures of your sweet moment.

You two were caught between wanting to die or cry and wanting to laugh or joke. Because the first thing you two woke up to on the next morning of his sister’s birthday party, were your phones going off like crazy. You grumbled and Joaquin told you to go back to sleep and silenced your phone before he picked up his.

“Hello?”, he groggily answered. You snuggled closer to him and he smoothed a hand across your back.

“What?!”, he suddenly screamed and you jumped, pulling back to look at him in question, bleary eyes trying to focus on him.

“Yeah. Uh-Okay, okay”, he quickly ended the call and propped himself up against the headboard.

“Joaquin, what’s going on?”, you asked him in concern. He looked stressed out.

“Wait..”, he said absentmindedly and frantically opened his Twitter app. And the first thing he saw on his timeline was a picture of you and him, kissing in the car from yesterday. He saw many tweets on his timeline that looked like this:

I fucking KNEWWWW IT!!! YALL LOOK:

what did I say. What did I say. I was in the trenches defending myself omg they’re fr dating.

Joaquin Torres and (Name) CONFIRM their relationship!

All those edits fr came real ..who knows they might have been actually dating all this time MY GOD

These two are so cute omg.

“Oh my god-”, Joaquin panicked while clutching his phone.

You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, taking his phone and watching it for yourself. The photos were all over the timeline. Everyone was talking about it. You froze, didn’t even move after Joaquin shook you lightly.

“Fuck”, you breathed out.

“I know. I’m so sorry, angel-” “Quino, why are you sorry? We’re allowed to do whatever we want to in our own car. It’s the person’s fault for stalking us like that”, you cupped his chin in your hand.

Joaquin’s eyes were sad and apologetic, like this was his fault. He knew you wanted to keep it private for sometime and berated himself for being so stupid to kiss you in front of the whole world like that.

“But-” “Joaquin, no. Let’s have a meeting with our teams and we’ll figure something out, okay? And if you’re alright with it…I wouldn’t mind telling everyone now”, you soothed him with one hand buried in his curls.

He snapped his head up to look at you in shock, “Really? You sure? We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, baby.”

You gave him a fond smile and leaned against his chest, hands flat against it and supporting your head up. His arms came around your waist automatically, like a magnet.

“People have been guessing about it for years, anyways. And I’d love to show off my beautiful boyfriend”, you winked at him and he laughed gleefully.

“Shut up”, he squeezed your waist lightly. You giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“I hate that they’re just posting these pictures like that…is it so difficult to maintain our privacy?”, Joaquin grumbled, his face twisted in annoyance. You gave him an understanding look.

“Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll handle that, hm? Let’s call up our managers and arrange a meeting right away”, you consoled him. He hummed and kissed your forehead in response.

The meeting went well. You and Joaquin put forward your points and rules about how you’re going to handle this and the guidelines for the paparazzi/interviewers. It was decided that you won’t deny your relationship but nobody would ask you questions or secretly click your pictures unless you two allow it. Joaquin was a bit more firm about the paparazzi rules, worried about your safety and wanting to protect you.

After laying down all the rules and signing some papers, you were relieved and free to go to the premiere.

Joaquin reached the red carpet before you, wearing a beautiful maroon suit with his glasses and he was giving interviews while waiting for you. Both of you had decided that you’d arrive on the red carpets separately, wanting to give each other space to enjoy your own moment but Joaquin being Joaquin, spent the whole time talking about you and missing you. Not that you weren’t doing any better back in your room but he was a little bit extra.

“Joaquin, welcome to the red carpet, how are you feeling tonight?”, the interviewer asked him.

Joaquin grinned, “Oh, it’s amazing. I feel good, the energy is electric, I can see all the fans waving and callin’ out for me- I’m really excited”, he gushed. He was practically bouncing off the walls with his excitement, this was nourishment for his extroverted self. “And I get to share this with my most favourite people in the whole world so, yeah”, he added cheekily.

The interviewer smiled knowingly, “And who are these people, Joaquin?”

Joaquin opened his mouth to answer before he heard cheers next to him. He snapped his head towards the sound and went on his tip toes to find out what the commotion was about. He knew already, it was you- he called you the people’s princess because of how much everyone loved you.

“What’s happening, can you see? I bet it’s (Name)”, the interviewer commented while leaning forward to look for herself.

Joaquin let out a joyful chuckle when he saw your blurry form down the carpet, “Yes, that’s definitely her. Those cheers are an indicator of that”, he replied gleefully, his eyes shining with admiration and love for you.

The interviewer smiled, the camera capturing his smitten reaction but he paid no heed to any of that—his entire body dialled in to your movements. He could see your maroon dress- you wanted to match with him- and the way you were smiling and waving to the crowd, looking every bit of the star that you are, the camera flashes making you sparkle.

You soon made your way over to where he stood, the interview long forgotten, and as soon as you caught his eye, your face shifted in happiness and he flashed you a fond smile before making his way over to hug you.

“Hi, angel”, he murmured quietly in your ear, tugging you close to him with his arms around your waist. You returned the gestured and squealed in happiness, your arms looped around his neck and face pressed against the side of his head.

“Hi, Quino”, you cooed in his ear and he gently swayed your bodies back and forth. You reluctantly pulled back and he kept his hands around your waist to admire your look for today.

“You look so beautiful. Like a princess. And everyone was cheering so loudly for you, baby, you really are a princess”, he compliment you softly, brown eyes taking you in and thumbs gently rubbing your sides.

You blushed, “Shut up, Torres, you’re so cheesy”, your eyes flickering around the space, taking notice of the cameras going crazy around you two.

“We should get back to work, baby. Look at the cameras”, you whispered to him and gently pushed at his chest. Joaquin looked at you with love and affection for a moment longer before turning around and wrapping an arm around your waist, posing for the cameras. You two flashed your best smiles and Joaquin tugged you closer, the flashes going off at that.

You giggled and gently put a hand at the back of his head, thumb caressing his curls carefully and he let out a bashful laugh at that, eyes crinkling at the corners and cheeks reddened. And the photos and videos of the premiere were all over the internet that night.

Are you guys seeing this…..her touching his hair and him going all blushy….god me when???

Oh my god these two aren’t even trying to hide it anymore??? So sick and twisted .

Ur telling me they were matching each other and were all cuddly the whole night and no one batted an eye???? We need to get Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes on the line to spill some tea

Oh my god did y’all see this video of Joaquin forgetting about the interview to look at (Name) entering the venue?/!/!/ ME AND WHO

You and Joaquin spent the whole night laughing at the tweets and posts about you two and he decided to tease them further by posting a picture of you on the red carpet, waving at the crowd and captioned it “People’s princess 👸” and tagged you in it. Everyone lost their minds at that.

Finally, the press tour was over and the movie was a huge success and you and Joaquin were able to safely dodge any questions about your relationship. It was unbelievable how well the strategy worked, but it did and you were glad. The movie was going to have another part so you and Joaquin would reunite again and everybody was happy with the news.

Meanwhile, you and Joaquin were still strong as ever, the two of you spent your time at each other’s houses and went on vacations or to visit each other on set. As you approached your two year anniversary, Joaquin asked you to move in and you happily agreed, spending most of your time at his place anyways. On the day of the anniversary the two of you decided to publicly announce your relationship on your birthday, which was approaching soon, so Joaquin had decided to he’d make a post about you and that’s it. No grand announcements or anything. Simple and sweet, just like the two of you.

On the day of your birthday though, you were unfortunately away from home to film for another show, and were pretty bummed about it but Joaquin reassured you that it’s okay and that he’ll be coming to visit you soon. For now, he knew how to brighten your day.

He posted a picture of you two on set— both of you in your costumes and lying down on a couch, your arms around a sleeping Joaquin, whose body was completely on top of you, his head on your chest. Your hands cradled his head, hands buried in his curls and another arm holding him around his back. His arms were looped around you, face relaxed and mouth slightly open, your head leaning against his and your eyes closed in content. His caption: @/joaquint: happy birthday my angel, see you soon. te amo.🤍👼 and he tagged you in it.

Right away, his phone blew up like crazy--fans fawning over you two and excited about the announcement. You were in Europe right now so the time zones meant that he had to wait longer for your response but he was excited for it anyways. Both of your peers congratulated you two, his comments sections filled with thousands of congratulatory messages and the ones that stood out, were from Sam and Bucky, of course.

@/samwilson: Ya'll better thank me and @/jbbarnes for this.

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@/jbbarnes: If it wasn't for that night...@/joaquint

@/joaquint: idk what r u two talking about

@/samwilson: Wow. There's a reason why @/youraccountname is our favorite by the way.

@/jbbarnes: Exactly at least she's not ungrateful.

@/joaquint: 🥱

@/fan1: oh?? you guys need to spill the tea..

@/fan2: omg the girls are fightingggg (Name) come get them

@/fan3: 'that night' oh wow i need this story so bad

And 2 hours later, you finally replied to the post--

@/youraccountname: thank you, my quino🥹 i can't wait to see you, te quiero mucho. <3

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@/youraccountname: all three of you stop fighting and ft me now @/samwilson @/jbbarnes @/joaquint

@/joaquint: yes ma'am

@/samwilson: yes ma'am

@/jbbarnes: You have become so bossy...But yes we will.

And the fans went crazy over your interactions with each other again.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you and Joaquin felt much relieved and stress free to be spotted together. It’s been 4 years since you two started dating and had officially finished filming the sequel for your superhero movie. This meant press tour for you two—except this time, everyone knows that you’re dating and both of you feel much more comfortable to share about your lives together as well.

Living with Joaquin was a blessing. He was a neat guy, he could cook, he’d help with the chores, he’d keep you entertained with his endless chatter and he was very loving and clingy. He loves cooking for you even though his palate is pretty bland. You tried your best to slowly introduce him to spices but his poor system didn’t agree with it. He’d start crying and his face would get red, which scared you so much that you apologised profusely and vowed to never do it again. He was also very good at keeping you productive—he loved the outdoors so he’d encourage you to go on treks and walks with him and also cheered you on for indulging in any of your hobbies. He’d also help you read scripts with him and quell your worries and anxieties over any projects or just in general. Over all, you were happy and glowing and the credit went entirely to Joaquin.

Joaquin was simply happy to breathe the same air as you. His laughs got brighter, there was a pop in his step, he woke up smiling and went to sleep smiling. He was enjoying living with you a lot. If you were both home, he’d try to make your days as fun as possible and if you had to be away from home, he’d keep the house clean for you, stocking up on your favourite snacks or keeping your things organised—for his favourite activity was looking after you and doting on you. He enjoyed the smallest of moments with you—chopping vegetables for dinner, doing the laundry, watching a boring show or movie while you mindlessly talked to each other, grocery shopping— he loved it all. He loved you and everything that came with you.

He was so excited to do another press tour with you, happy to he spending time with his favourite person in the whole world again. But this time you’d do it as a public couple, everyone knew about you two and he could be freely affectionate with you, without coming off as too strong—just the usual of holding hands, staring at you to his heart‘s content, freely complimenting and flirting with you.

Which brings you to the press tour and this time, the two of you—mainly Joaquin—did not hold back on the affection.

You and Joaquin were sitting in front of a screen again, the setting giving you a déjà vu to that interview four years ago, and you were taking turns to read questions off the screen for the other to answer.

It was your turn to ask the next question-

“Okay, Steal from set?”, you turned to look at Joaquin, who was ready with his answer.

“Your heart”, he shrugged.

“Awww”, you cooed and giggled, your cheeks warming up.

Joaquin just smiled smugly and folded his arms, looking at you intensely.

“I think-”

“But, that wasn’t the case though. It could’ve been something else-”, Joaquin accidentally cut you off and seemed to realise his mistake, his face shifting in understanding.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”, he asked you softly, in an apologetic tone and extended an arm to lay his warm hand on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

You paused and felt your cheeks burn up again. You shrugged, “Oh nothing, I agree with you.” Honestly, you don’t even remember what were you talking about because he was holding you so protectively and the way he was looking at you like you were the only person in the room, was making you dizzy.

“No- but what were you saying”, he pressed gently, his thumb rubbing over your satin shirt before his hand slid back and forth to massage your shoulder. He was attentive like that, always wanting to know what you wanted to say because he knew you got shy easily.

You swallowed your nerves lightly before speaking up, “Um, I was just saying that…”

And Joaquin kept his hand around your shoulder for the entire time, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.

“So, how was it like filming this time around? Since certain things have…changed”, the interviewer asked, trying to be subtle but failing

You and Joaquin turned to look at each other before breaking out in smiles and leaning closer, shaking your heads bashfully and breaking out in giggles, his arm holding the back of your chair to anchor himself, your back brushing against it occasionally.

“Well, it was great. I got to spend time with my favourite person in the whole world”, Joaquin conceded with a content smile on his face, his hand smoothing over your back. You broke out laughing, your face warming up. The interviewer smiled knowingly and Joaquin looked at you, letting out surprised chuckles of his own.

“What- what happened?”, he let out between chuckles.

You laughed harder and clamped your hand across your mouth, coughing lightly before taking in a deep breath to look up.

“Nothing! nothing. It was fun working with you too”, you finally got out and flashed him a big smile, your cheeks hurting from happiness.

Joaquin shook his head and smiled, your infectious laughter making his heart soar.

“I remember being like- don’t worry!-”, Joaquin said while fiddling with his water bottle. Sam chuckled next to him.

“It’s so cool though!”, you added and your leg started moving up and down unknowingly. You did that a lot when you were feeling nervous/anxious or sitting idle.

“-you can hit me, and he was like-”, Joaquin made an oof sound and pretended to punch himself in the ribs while also catching the movement of your leg. “Owww”, Joaquin exclaimed before gently, and subtly, laying a hand on your knee, ceasing the shakes.

“Okay!”, you slowly stopped your leg stopped, you looked at him with gratitude and held the hand on your knee, caressing his knuckles with your thumb.

Sam looked at you two and smirked, shaking his head fondly.

“What was the best part about working on this movie?”, the interviewer asked the question to Joaquin.

“The best part about working on this movie was getting to work with (Name)”, Joaquin replied instantly and smiled.

You laughed and looked at him fondly.

“And I would love to work with her again. I wanna work on your show”, Joaquin looked at you and whined dramatically while dragging out the ‘w’.

“Okay! I’ll talk to some people, we’ll get you there, don’t worry!”, you consoled him.

Joaquin let out a ‘Whoop’ and whispered a “Yess”.

“Who’s your hero in real life?”

“(Name).” No hesitation whatsoever from Joaquin, his face completely serious.

You laughed before adding “Joaquin Torres. He’s my hero!”

Both of you leaned in at the same time and wrapped your arms around the other, your cheeks pressed together. He rocked your bodies back and forth and you laughed, the swell of your cheeks making him smile brightly and his heart skipping a beat.

“(Name), how does a day look like in your household”

You cleared your throat, “So, we wake up, we usually make our breakfast because we’re kind of on a health journey”, you looked at Joaquin and he nodded along.

“And also because Joaquin needs special preparation for his food”, you teased lightly and Joaquin groaned softly, “Aw-nooo, (Name)!”, throwing his head back dramatically.

“Wait- special?”, the interviewer asked curiously.

You laughed and patted Joaquin’s shoulder, “Mr. Torres here cannot handle any kind of spice. And I mean- not even a bit of pepper-”

Joaquin gasped, “That’s not true!”, he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

“He’s a sensitive baby, gotta be careful with the precious cargo”, you teased him further and giggled at the look on his face, he was pouting. You pulled his cheek and cooed.

Joaquin grumbled but leaned into your touch.

Finally, after that long and fun press tour, it was time for the premiere and once again, Joaquin was giving an interview will keeping an eager eye out for you. It was giving him déjà vu, the crowd’s cheers getting louder, him giving an interview, him getting on his tip toes to see if you had arrived—and you indeed had arrived. Both of you were wearing matching gray suits today—yours was an oversized suit dress and Joaquin was so sure he was going to faint when you came closer.

“Is that (Name)? Oh, she looks so good!”, the interviewer exclaimed, leaning forward to see you.

Joaquin felt himself choke up, a small lump pressed against his throat. “Yeah—that’s her. Looking beautiful as ever, might I add”, he replied in a shaky voice, his eyes shining with tears. Both of you had come so far, and seeing you shine and get the recognition you deserved while standing there and noticing it first hand, was making him feel all soft and mushy. He just wanted to hug you and cry out of pride.

And when you joined him, he looked at you with so much love, pride and joy that it made you stumble back. He gathered you in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple and you two posed for the cameras. The rest of the night was spent in you two singing praises for each other to every single person on that carpet, all of them looking at you two with adoration and wonder.

“Joaquin was talking about you before you came here, how has it been working with him for the 4th time?”

You let out a content sigh, “It’s been an honour. To know someone so talented and selfless like Joaquin has been so amazing and I’m so lucky that he’s in my life. He’s taught me so much and he’s my rock—so I’m forever grateful for that one show we were cast in because I met my soulmate through that. I cannot wait to do more of this with him”, you confessed and gave the interviewer a sweet smile.

That clip went viral like crazy and everyone wouldn’t stop talking about how sincere, genuine and one of kind you two were for each other. The love between you palpable and real.

While leaving the venue, you got hounded by paparazzi. Flashes went off and blinded you, Joaquin trying his best to shield you from them, his hand grasping yours tightly. But, there were so many people around you asking for autographs that somewhere along the chaos, Joaquin’s hand separated from you and you got lost in a sea of people and hands grabbing you.

You felt the slow panic crawl up your throat, trying your best to relax your shaking hands and swallowing past the lump in your throat with a nervous smile on your face, signing as many books as you could. But the paps kept shoving their heavy cameras in your face and you got pushed, the camera hitting you on the shoulder when suddenly Joaquin pushed past the people and aggressively pushed the paparazzi and fans away, an arm coming up to bring you close to him.

“Don’t touch her!”, Joaquin snarled, his face twisted in anger and voice dropping a few octaves. He pushed everyone away from you again, his hands shaking with fury and jaw clenched so tightly, you were worried he’d hurt his teeth. It was scary as you’ve never seen him this angry, ever.

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Quino”, you tried to soothe him, a hand massaging his shoulder but he wasn’t having any of it, tugging you impossibly closer to him, bringing you into his chest and helping you get in the car.

Once you were in the car, he took a few deep breaths in and turned to hold your face gently into his hands.

“Are you okay?”, he asked quietly. You were still recovering from that mini panic attack so you just brought your shaky hands up to hold his wrists and nodded weakly against his palms.

Joaquin’s eyebrows furrowed in worry, “You’re shaking, baby, c’mere”, he removed his hands and gestured you to lean against him, your face pressed into his chest and his arms around your back.

“Thank you”, you murmured into his suit and hugged him closer. He leaned his chin on top of your head before pressing a lingering kiss to it, his hands smoothing against your back. He had never felt so scared before as he did a few minutes ago. Not being able to see you or feeling your hand drop from his in a mob full of people, made him feel like his heart was going to explode.

He doesn’t give a fuck if the media calls him an asshole or aggressive, all caution goes out of the window the moment you’re in danger. He saw your breaths quicken, he saw the way your hands shook as you hated crowded places. And come what may, he’d do anything to protect you, even if it cost him his own career.

Little did he know that he was praised, for his protectiveness and for having a spine to defend his partner in public, all over the world.

2 Years Later

Joaquin Torres knew he was going to be with you for life from the moment he saw you. Everything about you was magnetic and beautiful. He couldn’t help but be completely and totally in love with you. If he ever decided to write about his feelings for you, he’d have to write thousands of novels because he had so much to say and so much to appreciate. Instead, he showed it with his actions—acts of service and touch being his primary love languages.

He’d do anything for you— everyone knew that. He’d get on his knees and worship you. You were everything, you made him into a better man. Your kindness, your courage, your love—it made his chest ache and soar at the same time.

He’d picked out a ring for you, 2 years ago, on your birthday. Thought he’d propose right away but he was afraid, Sam and Bucky tried to knock some sense into him but he told them he wanted to wait. Wait until the of you were ready, wait until he got some hints from you that you wanted to settle down with him.

But that ring was ready. It was a simple golden band with a square cut diamond on it. Classy and elegant—just like you. It was sitting in his office for 2 years now. He’d started to drop hints about marriage, you humoured him and painted a lovely picture of it—a sweet wedding ceremony, adopting a dog or a cat later and then kids. You wanted it too. That’s all he needed to get the push to finally pop the question.

You were both older and mature now, almost nearing your 30s. He yearned for that happily ever after with you, wanting to live a life of happiness and love.

So he took you to the place where it all began—the pier overlooking the city skyline where he first confessed his feelings to you.

“Oh, it’s been so long since we came here, no?”, you asked him with a quiet voice, your head slightly turned to the side to watch his pretty profile.

The two of you were standing on a deck overlooking the pier and the ocean, with you pressed against the railing and his arms caging you against it, your back against his chest. You were wearing jeans and a red sweater, his request, and he was wearing a black crewneck paired with jeans.

The gentle ocean air carried the smell of salt and swept your hair, fly aways on your forehead and his curls tousled. He looked down at you, your face illuminated by the orange tinge of the setting sun and felt his heart hammer against his chest, the velvet box making his pocket heavier.

"Yeah", he replied just as quietly, his voice cracking out of nervousness. Joaquin leaned in to press a careful kiss against your hairline and you cuddled closer to him, his arms around your stomach bringing you closer to his chest. He cleared his throat and whispered your name, bringing your attention back to him. You opened your eyes and turned around to face him, his arms holding your hips. His face was set in a nervous frown, eyebrows drawn close tightly and eyes shining with unshed tears. Your face shifted with worry.

"Quino? You okay?", you asked him softly and cupped his chin in your palm. Joaquin swallowed before squeezing your hips.

"Angel...I- I was doing just fine before you came into my life. Thought I had everything and I was happy. But, then you entered- with your beautiful soul and infectious smile and I knew what was I missing", Joaquin paused as he felt himself choke up from the tears he was keeping at bay. You stared him, face frozen with disbelief and nervousness. He took your hand on his chin and held it against his heart.

"You were the missing piece of my life. You complete me. You're my everything and I'd do anything for you. I'll- I'll cut the onions for you if they hurt your eyes too much, I'll wake up at 3 am if you feel like eating something or if you can't sleep, and- and I promise to let you drool over my shoulder when you sleep", you guffawed, while he let out a watery chuckle at that.

"You captivated me every single day. I find out something new to love about every day- be it the way you stop to pet every single street cat that you see, or-or the fact that you talk to our plants because it's good for their nourishment, the way you stand up for the vulnerable and always put the ones in need before you--you are literally an angel. Sometimes I feel like you protect me more than I do you. But--let me promise you that I will protect and love you till we are old and gray and our kids have left our nest. I will love you as long as I breathe. You're my heart, my soul and my life", he whispered the last part, his hands shaking and eyes overflowing with tears.

You snapped your eyes up, staring at him in surprise before he gently pulled away from you to retrieve a velvet box from his pocket and opened it. You gasped at the ring, it was so you. He went down on one knee and you covered your face with your hands, overwhelmed with shock and emotion. "So, will you marry me, (Name)?", he asked you nervously, his voice wavering.

You sniffled and looked at him, the setting sun making his sharp features pop out, his curly hair messed up by the wind and his gorgeous face shining with tears. You let out a cry and pulled him up before tackling him in a hug, causing him to stumble back and hold you tighter.

"Yes! Oh god, a thousand times, YES!", you cried against his shoulder and he cradled your head before rocking your bodies back and forth. He pulled away and held your left hand in his, sliding the ring on and you squealed before smushing his face in your palms and crashing your lips against his.

He let out a surprised chuckle against your lips and brought you closer, a hand grabbing the back of your neck and the other hand holding your waist. The two of you pulled back, breathless and lips swollen and leaned your forehead against each other. You buried your hands in his curls and kissed his cheeks thrice. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and stared at you lovingly before kissing your forehead, cheeks and the corner of your mouth.

When you got back home, Joaquin told you that Sam and Bucky were actually there, clicking pictures of the proposal and you had laughed heartily before crying out of happiness when you saw the beautiful pictures, your happy and emotional faces surrounded by a breath taking sunset.

You two posted the pictures to your account, one of him kneeling and your hands covering your face and the other where you were leaning your foreheads against each other, with the caption: ..and they lived happily ever after.❤️💍

Fin.

AN: AHHHH i hope you guys liked this!!! i love tom and zendaya so much that their story was an inspo for this and their interviews + that video of him protecting zendaya from the paps were what i mentioned here so credits to them, hehe. i love quino and angel a lot pls i almost cried. pls like and reblog!

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pairing: manny alvarez x f!reader, enemies to lovers

summary: you're from jackson. he's a part of the wlf. everything about it was wrong, but an undeniable attraction keeps pulling both of you into a territory far more dangerous than everything you'd ever faced.

a/n: first of all tysm for all the love for under your skin pt 1 and 2 ♡ and YES another enemies to lovers with manny because i'm obsessed. of course none of those things from tlou happen in this scenario so let's just stick with this cutie version of manny. this is a one shot so its kinda long and english is not my first language !! hope u all enjoy it ♡

The first time you met Manny Alvarez, he had a gun pointed at your head.

And he was smiling.

Time seemed to slow as his finger rested on the trigger, but instead of pulling it, he paused.

His dark eyes locked onto yours as if he could see straight through you, his tan skin under the dim light, contrasting with the wild curls that fell over his forehead. For a moment, he didn’t speak, just watched you, as if savoring the tension.

“You’re way too pretty for someone who’s about to die,” he murmured, voice rich with mock sympathy. “What a shame.”

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way your heart raced, and the rush of heat that had nothing to do with fear.

With a soft chuckle, he lowered the gun, his fingers brushing against your skin as he did.

“Lucky for you, I’m not quite done with you yet,” he said, his grin widening.

Then, with a wink, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there, heart racing, caught somewhere between relief and something far more dangerous.

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The second time, there was no hesitation.

You spotted him across the street as the WLF and Jackson’s forces clashed. The dust and smoke made the air hard to breathe, but your focus was on one thing: him, his dark curls damp with sweat, rifle slung, dark eyes scanning the chaos.

In one fluid motion, you darted forward, knife slicing his forehead as he quickly jerked back, blood starting to rush down all over his face.

“Guess letting you live wasn’t such a great idea,” he teased, swiping the blood away, his eyes still sparkling. “Now you’ve gone and left your mark on me.”

The smirk was back within seconds.

"Not bad, mi reina," he called out, his voice carrying through the chaos, full of mocking admiration. “But you’re gonna need more than that to take me down.”

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Months later, you’d been guarding the outskirts of Jackson, keeping an eye out for anyone trying to creep through when you saw Manny behind an old rusted car.

“Well, well,” he said, a slow, teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips. “I was wondering when I’d see you again. Been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“Sure you want to finish that sentence?”

“It’s hard not to, you know” he reached up, fingers lightly brushing over the scar you’d left on his face, his touch lingering as if he was savoring the memory. “Guess I’ll always have a piece of you with me now.”

You couldn’t help but notice how the scar had settled into his skin. You hate to admit it kind of made him look even more attractive — more tempting, even.

You tightened your grip on your rifle, aiming at him.

“You’re trespassing."

Manny ignored your words as he took a step closer, eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe you should let me in. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

He was standing closer before you could even respond. “It’s such a shame we’re on opposite sides. We could have a lot of fun together, don’t you think?”

“You’re not as clever as you think, Alvarez,” you said, and in one fluid motion, you fired a shot just past his ear, the crack of the bullet cutting through the tense air. The bullet embedded into the wall behind him, sending a clear message. “Now get back. I won’t warn you again.”

Manny took another step back, his eyes gleaming with mischief, clearly enjoying the game. “I’m not the enemy you think I am, you know. But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just become one.”

You narrowed your eyes, tightening your grip on the rifle. “Keep dreaming.”

“Can’t tell if that’s a threat or if you’re trying to seduce me” he teased. “Either way, it’s definitely working.”

His lips curled into a grin again, and without another word, he winked and disappeared into the shadows.

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From that moment forward, the encounters became more frequent. No matter where you were, no matter what your mission was, Manny found a way to show up, always with that smirk and those irritatingly charming words. And day after day, the attraction between you both grew.

A while later, his figure emerged from behind a crumbling wall and his eyes locked onto yours almost immediately. He was alone, no WLF backup, and he simply stood there, eyes studying you like a puzzle he was trying to solve.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me?” You couldn’t hide the frustration in your voice, though part of you knew, deep down, it wasn’t really what was getting to you.

Manny’s lips quivered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Maybe I’m just trying to get your attention.”

“You’ve got it. Now leave.”

There was no hiding it now. The tension between you two had grown to something impossible to ignore — you weren’t sure if it was the way he always flirted with you, or how his presence seemed to make your skin tingle, but you knew it was becoming harder to pretend you didn’t feel it.

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the enemy, you’re kind of hard to resist.” Manny said, taking another slow step toward you.

You pointed your gun at him. “Easy,” he said, grinning. “Just want to talk.”

“You sure? Might be your last conversation.”

He should’ve been pissed. Should have raised his own weapon. But he only laughed instead.

“You ever relax?”

“You ever shut up?”

“I could. If you kissed me.”

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You knew it was wrong — stupid, even — to let him take up space in your mind. But every time Manny came across with that cocky grin and some ridiculous flirtation, you cracked a little more.

You’d found yourself thinking about him way too much — remembering the moments when his dark eyes sparkled with mischief, the way he moved just a little too close, as if he already knew exactly what his presence did to you.

He was the enemy, and yet your patrols started drifting closer to the places you knew he’d be. You told yourself that keeping eyes on him was necessary, but the truth sat heavier each day: you weren't just looking for him anymore — you were hoping to see him, and started to feel disappointed when you didn’t.

You knew he was trouble, dangerous even, and you knew it was wrong to want him, to crave his attention. But every time you replayed the sound of his voice, low and teasing, or remembered the way his gaze lingered just long enough to leave you breathless, something twisted inside you.

You weren’t looking for him the next time you met, but still found him on a construction site, blood crusted at his temple, dragging a broken rifle and muttering in Spanish. You could’ve left him — should have left him — but something pulled you forward.

Again.

“You look like shit,” you said, stepping into the open, gun aimed at him.

He turned toward your voice, too slow, too tired. And then he grinned.

“Well, well” Manny leaned like he had all the time in the world. “Didn’t think you’d miss me that much to come all the way here."

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t draw your gun. Not yet. “Why are you out here alone?”

He stepped forward, hands half-raised in a mock surrender.

“Scavenging. Or maybe just hoping I’d run into you.”

You didn't answer, and he stared at your gun.

“You gonna finish the job this time, cariño, or just keep admiring the view?”

“You’re lucky I haven’t ended this yet.”

“Well, you never do” he says, smiling wider. “What does that say?”

“That I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

“Or maybe,” he says, taking a slow step toward you, “You’re starting to see what I’ve seen this whole time.”

You didn’t answer. Because part of you already knew. You just didn’t want to face it.

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Manny stepped out of the shadows again weeks later, calm and cocky as ever, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. His gun rested loosely in his hand, now more like an accessory than a threat. His eyes — dark, sharp, and far too amused — landed on you with precision.

You caught the movement and your rifle was up in an instant, aimed dead at his chest.

“Are you following me now, Alvarez?” you snapped, stepping into the open with your finger brushing the trigger.

He stopped, hands out to his sides in a lazy show of innocence, the familiar smirk already in his face. “Well, you do make it hard to stay away.”

“Don’t you think it’s funny that I had plenty of chances to kill you, and never did?” He took a slow step closer, gaze never leaving yours.

“I had the same chances,” you said. “You’re not special.”

Manny laughed, closing the distance between them with a few easy steps.

“But see, I know exactly why I haven’t pulled the trigger.” He stopped just a breath away, his eyes locked onto yours, the smirk fading into something quieter — something more dangerous. “What’s your excuse? What’s stopping you, cariño?”

You didn’t answer — you couldn’t, not when he was looking at you like he already knew everything.

He leaned in slowly until his lips hovered just a breath away from yours. His hand brushed lightly against your arm, barely there. Then he paused, lips twitching into a crooked smile.

“That’s what I thought” he whispered.

You stepped back, trying to maintain the distance between you.

But Manny was quick. In one fluid motion, he was right back in front of you, his hand brushing against your arm, sending a shock of warmth through your body.

“I know you want it,” he said softly, so close now that it made you dizzy. “It’d be easier if you just admitted it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You knew exactly what he meant, but still couldn’t afford to acknowledge it.

You were from Jackson. He was from the WLF. Everything about you two was wrong — everything about it was dangerous.

“I don’t know what you're talking about."

“You’re a terrible liar,” he whispered, his breath warm against your face. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me?”

Your pulse quickened as his lips hovered near yours, his words sending a wave of heat through you. The world around you seemed to disappear, and the WLF, Jackson, the fight — it all faded into the background.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

You didn’t.

The kiss was fierce, desperate, like both of you had been waiting for it far too long. Manny’s hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as your body reacted before your mind could catch up.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you blinked, trying to clear your mind. What had you just done?

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You didn’t see Manny for a while after that kiss, as you started avoiding the routes he used to show up and skipping outposts you knew he might be near.

He was WLF, after all — the enemy — and no matter how much that kiss haunted you, getting close again felt like crossing a line you couldn’t afford.

Then you started finding the notes.

A bottle by the barn: “Miss me yet?”

A note under a bike tire: “Bet you can’t stop thinking about it.”

And another one between the gate you used to patrol: “Can’t keep running forever, cariño."

Each one, signed only with an M, sent your heart into a familiar spin.

You were doing your best to brush them off, but then you found one that was impossible to ignore — a torn piece of a map with a red “X” and scribbled in blocky handwriting:

“Midnight. I’ll be waiting. M”

Still, curiosity — and something else you weren’t ready to name — got the better of you.

The place was far from the patrol routes — an isolated cabin you’d only ever hear whispers about. It was a risky spot, but you trusted him. Mostly.

He was already there when you arrived, leaning casually against the weathered porch when he saw you.

“Well, well,” Manny drawled, hopping down. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

“You’ve been annoying me with those stupid messages for days. When are you going to stop?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Ouch. Didn’t like my love letters?”

“That’s what you call stalking now?”

“I prefer the term dedicated admirer.”

“What do you want, Manny?”

“Just wanted to see you.” Manny smirked, stepping closer. “But I wasn’t sure you’d actually come, since you’ve been avoiding me lately and well, you actually do have a lot of reasons to stay away from me.”

“So do you.”

The truth was you couldn’t keep ignoring whatever it was that was happening between you, couldn’t pretend that it didn’t stir something in you every time he was near.

"You’re right," he said quietly, his voice taking on a seriousness you hadn’t heard before. “We both have reasons to stay away. But we can’t. And we don’t have to.”

“Don’t start, Manny. You know this can’t happen again.”

He stepped closer. “Why not? I mean, you sneaked out in the middle of the night just to see me.” He paused, then added, voice low, teasing, “That’s something, right?”

You shoved him — lightly — but didn’t step back when he caught you again.

“And you know what else I’ve figured out?” he asked, leaning in. “Every time I’m around, you act like it’s an accident. Like it just happens that we cross paths. But it’s not, is it?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he raised an eyebrow and kept going.

“You try not to. But you do.” He stepped to the side, just enough to catch your gaze again. “You’re looking for me, cariño. Just like I’m always looking for you.”

You kept trying to think of an answer, a pushback — anything — but nothing came.

Manny smiled again, softer this time. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” you muttered.

“But you are. And you wouldn’t if you didn’t want it as much as I do.”

That night, every movement between you was slower. Hungrier. There was no rush, just the quiet understanding that this was the only place either of you could be honest.

Out here, hidden from the world, the war, and the walls you each had to keep up — he could touch you like you weren't enemies, and you could let him. You didn't have to pretend anymore.

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It kept happening after that.

You would sneak away at night, meeting Manny in the quietest corners of Jackson’s outskirts, in abandoned places you knew no one would look at.

One day it was behind an old greenhouse, where vines had overtaken garden rows.

“Told you this place was romantic” Manny said, holding up a wilted flower with a mock charm.

You snorted. “Trying to impress me, Alvarez?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

“Not really.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re already in love with me.”

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Then near the river, where an old campfire pit sat unused. You found Manny drawing something in the dirt with a stick when he heard you approach.

“Planning something?” you asked.

“Mapping escape routes,” he teased. “In case you finally admit you want to run away with me.”

You snorted. “I’d get sick of you before we made it three miles.”

Manny’s smirk only deepened, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Three miles?” he challenged, taking a slow step toward you. “You know I can keep you entertained for way longer than that.”

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Every time it became harder, riskier. The fear of getting caught got you both, but neither of you could stop. It was dangerous, reckless, but every touch, every glance, pulled you both deeper in.

The risk was a part of the excitement at first — sneaking out at night, staying quiet, but as the days passed, the weight and meaning kept growing heavier, and soon you both knew it wasn’t just about that anymore.

It was the way Manny would ask you to stay a little longer, the way the time with him never seemed to be enough, and how you started wishing everything was different — that the rules that kept you apart didn't exist.

You almost didn't make it on a rainy night, but manage to find him waiting beneath the half-collapsed roof of an old tower.

“You’re very late. I was starting to get worried." he said, his tone light but with an underlying edge of frustration.

“Were you scared I wouldn’t come?” you shot back, but the teasing smile on your lips betrayed you.

“Nah. I knew you’d show.” he murmured, lips touching your neck. “Can’t stay away from me.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you kissed him as if the rest of the world didn’t matter.

When it was over, you lay side by side, fingers entwined, staring up at the sky through the broken roof.

“I did get scared you wouldn’t come,” Manny said, barely above a whisper. His hand tightened around you, but his eyes refused to meet yours.

“Why?”

He hesitated, still looking away, as if searching for the right words. “I don’t know. Thought maybe wouldn't want to risk being around me anymore. Keep doing this for real."

You leaned in, your hand gently cupping his cheek, making him finally look at you. “I’m all in, Manny. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“What if you change your mind?”

"I won't," you said firmly, your eyes locked with his. "I'm exactly where I want to be."

His lips pulled into a faint, almost relieved smile. “Yeah?” He leaned closer, the vulnerability in his eyes slowly giving way to something deeper. “Good. Because I don’t think I can walk away from this.”

You smiled back, kissing him. “Neither can I.”

The next time you saw him, the question you both had been avoiding finally slipped from your lips.

“You ever think about what happens if someone finds out?” you asked as your fingers touched the scar along his face, the same one you gave him the first time you met, which now seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Every time I see you,” he said, lips brushing your temple. “But it’s always worth it.”

It was dangerous. Reckless. But in the darkness, when it was just the two of you, you didn’t care. All you wanted was him. And he felt the same.

The war might never end, but maybe, just maybe, you and Manny had found something that was worth fighting for, too.

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