#boyd holbrook X OC

[mrsdesade]

They were a defiance of the cosmic order.

They met in a dream, a sprawling city of neon lights and endless possibilities. Lara was a dreamer herself, a soul lost in the labyrinth of her own imagination. The Corinthian, was a enigma. They were drawn to each other, a moth to a flame.

Their bond was a secret, whispered in the dead of night. They walk in forgotten corners of the Dreaming, beneath the watchful gaze of the stars. A human and a nightmare, pure rebellion against the universe.

It was a curse. It was a poison, a blight upon the Dreaming. The angels wept, their tears falling like stardust upon the world. The universe trembled in fear.

And so, the end came. By Morpheus order.

They were dragged into the heart of the Dreaming, a place of darkness and eternal silence. Trapped. As everything collapsed around them, they held each other.

The sand enveloped them, pulling them into its swirling vortex. And as the last star winked out, they were gone, dissolved into sand, into nothingness. They vanished into the void, their story, now a timeless tale whispered in the wind.

But as they were consumed by the light, they knew that their journey was far from over. Because in the Realm of Dreams, nothing is ever truly lost.

Can we please admire for a moment the Sandman themed comms I got from the talented @hikaruchen ??? I'm speechless, thanks again for working with me!✨

[i-like-the-eyes]

"Before you didn't kill me"

Another artwork for my Corinthian fan fic Lowered Shades.

This is from chapter 1 where these two meet.

[toxicbrothel]

(I know, I'm an awful person. I hope Madame won't talk about it to Raider 👀)

POV

1.5k Carter x f!reader (one off, not sweet pea)

I8+ smut, tw ref to past SA, self touch erase. Set in the past. I don't think Joel will mind this one 😁.

Hypothetically, you don't know any of the guys who are milling around your house when you get home from a long walk, but you can tell they're raiders. You manage to slip away undetected, or so you think. You walk by the shed on your way to the woods, and a deep voice greets you, "howdy." You're startled and turn around. You must look terrified.

"Whoa, ain't gonna hurt ya." It's a hot, muscular guy with dirty blonde hair sitting on a log against the back of the shed, finishing a cigarette. He looks like a model. "Just sayin' hey," he murmurs, checking you out. He doesn't have the same vibe as the others. "Go ahead, ain't gonna say nothin'." He nods toward the treeline. When you just stand there, he offers, "or you're welcome to sit" and scoots over to make room. "They'll be in there a while," he mutters. He offers you the cigarette. You sit down next to him and take a small puff. You cough and he laughs and pats you on the back. His smile makes warmth rush to your loins.

"I got more of those," you offer and open your bag.

"Yeah? I'm Carter."

You introduce yourself. You feel safe around him, not sure why. This is the first man you've felt safe around since a stranger forced you to your knees with a gun to your head. You have the strongest urge to suck Carter's cock. He's nice, he's strong, he's sexy. And of course, you've been thinking if you could feel another one in your mouth, that might make it all go away.

"Yeah," you take an old pack of cigarettes out of your bag and fidget with them. "We could, uh, trade or something," you suggest.

"That's alright, sugar. 'fraid I don't have much to offer." He leans back against the barn and you admire the way his tan bicep swells out from his short sleeve as he manspreads on the log.

You scoot a little closer and he watches you curiously, letting his eyes fall down your body again.

"Maybe you do," you practically whisper, then push yourself off the log. You get on your knees between his legs and he tenses.

"Whoa, ok. Said I wasn't gonna hurt ya didn't I?"

"I know," you glance around self-consciously. "But. If you'd let me. I'd really like to. . ." You cautiously reach for his inner thigh and he doesn't stop you. You add your other hand to the other side and slowly massage his thick, meaty muscles.

He relaxes again, then mutters, "What're ya doin' here?"

You swallow and look down. Why can't he just make this easy?

"Could I please," you begin with your heart racing. You scoot forward a little more, and your eyes glue to an attractive bulge in his beige tactical pants. You feel a zing between your legs. Your hand slides up his inner thigh, all the way to his groin, until your thumb brushes his balls, and he flinches but doesn't stop you as you reach his hardening manhood.

You slide your hand over the warm, impressive bulge. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as you massage him. You're gushing now, feeling the shape of his big cock hardening under your palm. After a minute, you bring your hands to the button of his pants and he opens his eyes. You look up to him for permission and he squints at you.

��Lemme suck it,” you blurt out, giving up on a graceful way to ask. “I'll give you the whole pack.”

He laughs in disbelief. “Tryin’ to gimme head and a pack’a cigarettes?”

You nod earnestly. He rests his head back against the barn. “well, shit. . .don't stop now.” He moves one of your hands back onto the bulge in his pants and massages himself with your hand. After a few seconds, he unbuttons and unzips himself for you and you lift your hand as he tugs his pants down a bit.

There's a dark spot on his heather gray boxer briefs that makes you salivate. He shoves his massive hand into the front of his boxer briefs and asks, “you sure ‘bout this?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Please.”

He brings the waistband down under his cock and balls and your breath hitches. You didn't know they could be so good looking. You wrap your hand around his thick shaft and look his tip in the eye as you wet your lips. Meanwhile, you cradle his balls which fill up your other hand with ease. “It's. You're. Really handsome,” you say in a near whisper.

He brushes your cheek with his knuckles. “Ain't bad yourself,” he murmurs with half a smile.

You lower your head and close your lips around his tip.

“Ohh, fuck,” he sighs. You guess it's been a while. You tongue the slit and he gasps. Then you slowly take his shaft into your mouth. You come up an inch, strongly dragging your tongue along his veins, then go down further. His hand comes to your head, and you almost flinch, but he doesn't push your head down. He brushes your hair behind your ear and cradles the back of your head gently. His hand is so large you feel like it's engulfing your whole head. You suck from the back of your throat and he twitches in your mouth. “Ahh,” he moans as if he's close to coming already.

His other hand nudges your jaw as though to take your mouth off his cock. You let it fall out and ask, “did I hurt you?”

“Nah.” He chuckles. “But–”

You hold his shaft again, and gently feed one of his balls into your mouth.”

“Ah, Christ,” he mutters. You swirl your tongue around it and suck. “Ohhhh." You give his other nut the same attention, and he must have forgotten whatever he was gonna say. Then you cradle his balls and return your mouth to his swollen tip, now leaking precum. You kiss the salty bead into your mouth and moan at the taste. His stomach is rising and falling with heavy breaths as you swirl your tongue around. Then you suck him back into your mouth.

You bob your head and suck and let your saliva slide all around his gorgeous cock. He's so hard and thick in your mouth. You let it rest heavily on your tongue for a moment, appreciating it's heft. You inhale his musk and it makes you throb. As you begin to suck again. You finger the dark blonde curls at the base of his shaft. You suck as much of his shaft as you can into your mouth and his tip nudges the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “Gonna cum.” His hips begin to lift gently pushing his tip against your throat. You look up and make eye contact with him and his balls tighten, his cock spasms. “Ohhh,” he sighs and begins to pulse warm and salty into your throat. You let a couple of inches out to get some on your tongue and suck ever so gently. It's quite a load and didn't take long, it must have been a while. “God damn,” he pants as he finishes coming, and you swallow, careful not to waste any. When he's empty, you let him out of your mouth.

For a moment he's speechless. He runs his hand through his hair, then says “Good, that was. . . good.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you in an affectionate haze.

You give him a little smile, then get shy and mutter, “I should go.”

He quickly tucks himself back into his boxer briefs and does up his pants. “Hold on now, ya don't want me to. . .”

You shake your head no. “I should get outta here.”

“Well, that was, uh, that was somethin’.” He scratches the back of his neck. “You sure I can't do somethin’ for ya?”

“That was for me,” you reply.

He tongues the inside of one cheek in stunned silence. “Alright,” he mutters, seeming a little disappointed. He opens his backpack and rifles around. “Shit, I do got somethin'.” He takes out a paper sack. He tilts it to show you what's inside - jerky. You politely decline but can't help how hungry your face must look.

“C'mon, I made it myself,” he urges. He rolls up the sack and sticks it into your bag for you, and you put the cigarettes in his.

You stand up and he looks at you like he's losing something. He stands up and asks, “Can I, uh. Give ya a kiss or a hug or somethin’?” You give him a loose hug but his arms wrap tight around you. He cradles the back of your head again and looks in your eyes, but you look away.

“Bye,” you whisper with a little smile, then hurry off into the woods. You'd love to kiss him, you'd love to fuck him, but you know yourself, you'd never stop thinking about him. And meanwhile his friends are doing god knows what inside your house.

You go far enough to be out of view, then you take off your backpack, lean against a tree, and shove your hand down your pants. Dripping wet. “Carter,” you whisper to yourself as your fingers begin to move.

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this is a possible scenario for this mention in the Carter jack off fic:

[boydholbrookfanpage]

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

Past / Present / Future

Warnings: tw terminal illness; death of a loved one

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Chapter 10

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“Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.” ― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

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Your body convulses as you dry heave into the toilet bowl. The words keep ringing in your ears. “Treatment not effective.” Your breakfast is already swimming in the murky waters but you still feel physically sick. “Months at best.” That’s what she said.

Someone knocks on the toilet stall.

“Bee? You in there?”

“No.” You pause. “This is the ladies room. You’re not supposed to come in here.”

“Yeah. I don’t care,” Kaden replies. “I’m worried about you. If it were the Queen’s bedroom, I’d still come in.”

You snort, knowing full well he would.

“Bee. Don’t make me break down the door, please. I’d hate to be on the news all over again.”

Damn the man. Why does he care so much?

You wipe your nose on your sleeve and unlock the bathroom stall.

“I give up. There’s no way to get rid of you…”

“No, there isn’t,” he confirms before you fall into his arms.

And Kaden catches you. He always will.

“She’s going to die,” you sob. “I thought there was more time.” Your voice climbs higher to a wailing noise. “I thought there was more time.”

“I know Bee. I know.”

What happens next is all blurry in your memory.

Kaden somehow gets you out of the bathroom and out of the hospital into the parking lot. You stumble through the snow, eyes teared up, the cold freezes your face until it hurts but he’s right beside you, keeps you steady.

The car door opens for you.

“I’m going to drive.”

“How’d you get the keys?”

“Out of your coat pocket just now, Bee.”

“Right. Right.”

You frantically wipe away tears from your eyes but they just keep coming.

“Here, sit down.” Kaden guides you into the passenger seat. “Take this,” he says and gives you a handkerchief. “We’ll go home and get you cleaned up. I’ll make you some tea. We’ll come back for visiting hours first thing this afternoon. We come back every minute of every day if you want. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

Eventually, he runs out of words and you look up at him through the haze of tears. “Can I stay at your place?”

He nods, “Of course you can. Whatever you need, Bee.” Kaden leans down to kiss your brow.

“I love you.”

Just this morning he had cautiously kept these specific words to himself. Now he just blurts them out. As if that could ever be enough in a situation like this. As if he could spread the fact all over the hurt like a bandage. He knows it’s dumb. But he does – love you.

Through the pain, the tiniest smile fights its way to the corners of your mouth. “Idiot.”

“I guess I deserve that.”

“I love you, too,” you mumble. Your dark eyes seek his. “Please get me home now. I want you to hold me and to never let go.”

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At least you didn’t break down in front of your mother. Only once you’d left her room did you fully realize what the doctor had said. Now you’re sitting in Kaden’s living room with a hot mug of tea in your frozen hands. You’re still shaking a little but just knowing someone’s going to go through this with you helps.

“What am I going to do now?” you say to no one specifically.

Kaden scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Spend time with her. Spend as much time with her as you can. At least that’s what I suggest.”

He gives you a worried look. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“I know. It’s okay. You don’t have to. You’re doing more than enough.”

You take a sip of tea and put the mug down on the table. Then you snuggle up in Kaden’s arms.

He clears his throat. “My offer still stands, you know. If you want me to – if you need me – I can stay here. I don’t have to go to this stupid world cup. I can stay here with you.”

“No. No, that wouldn’t be right,” you mumble. “I’d feel bad about that… Please. You gotta do what’s right for you.”

“Mhmmm,” he hums softly, pulling you closer. “I got training this afternoon. But I can bring you to the hospital and get you in the evening. That good?”

“You don’t have to.”

“No but I want to. I want to help. I’ll come get you in the evening and we’ll just order more take out or whatever. Watch a movie. Sleep. I don’t know. Just you and me.”

You nod. “That sounds nice. Yes. Let’s do that.”

For a moment there is silence between the two of you.

“Kaden?”

“Yes?”

“I already miss her.”

“I know, Bee.”

* And this is how it’s going to be for the next four weeks. Kaden goes to training. He brings you to the hospital and fetches you after. You spend every night together. He’s your anchor in this storm of conflicting feelings.

Your mom seems strangely serene in contrast now that the verdict has been spoken by the doctors. It pains you to see her so sick. But you visit her nonetheless. Kaden is right. You want to spend as much time with her as possible. Even if it hurts sometimes.

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

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[ilovewhiteroses]

Do You Want What I Want?

Pairing: The Corinthian x Ryan (OC) Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: My dear friend, Catchy @i-like-the-eyes gave me idea for this fic, plus they inspired and named Ryan🥰

Ryan, a young musician went out with his friends, but ended up spending the rest of the night with a handsome, interesting man…  

It was a pleasant evening and the annual summer carnival was taking place in the small town. Lots of people went there, no wonder, because one could spend their time well. Ryan, a young lutenist, went with his friends who were artists themselves. Among them were painters, singers, photographers and illustrators.

As soon as they entered the event, they immediately noticed the stalls with handmade works and homemade delicacies. They went over there and some admired the wonderful wood carvings and decorative objects, while others tasted the drinks and cheeses made by the locals. They began to think about what their next stop should be.

"I know! Let's go drive bumper cars and then eat cotton candy!" exclaimed Leni, the painter, enthusiastically. Ryan and the others agreed and after spending their time there, they went for a carousel ride. The young man enjoyed the evening, he felt as if he had flown back to his childhood.

"So guys, what should we do now?" he asked his friends a bit later. There were so many other things they wanted to try that they decided to split up and everyone would go where they want to and then meet at the entrance when they are done. Ryan quickly found the restroom, which was surprisingly quite cultured, then went back to explore the carnival. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, checked it and saw a new email. The surprised lutenist sat down on an empty bench to read it.

We'd be honored to have you as our musical guest at the annual Music For The Youth event, where we present kids the beauty of music.

He smiled to himself, since lately he has been getting more and more requests and he was very happy about it. While he was on his phone, he heard a man's voice.

"Hello! Can I sit here?" he asked politely and Ryan looked up. Standing in front of him was a tall blond man wearing slacks and a suit jacket, a stylish contrast to his black t-shirt and jeans combination.

"Um, sure, you can sit down." he answered him. As the man sat down, Ryan quickly put the phone back in his pocket. The man crossed his legs, settled himself, then offered his hand to Ryan.

"My name is Cori." he said as Ryan shook his hand and introduced himself. "Your name is beautiful. I'm glad to meet you. Did you come to the carnival alone?” Cori asked.

"No, I came with my friends, we just split up for a while because everyone wanted to see things and try them." Ryan replied, rubbing the back of his head embarrassedly. He never really liked to communicate with strangers, but at the same time, he didn't want to be a jerk by turning the guy down with some silly nonsense.

"Oh I see." Cori said with a big smile and pushed the sunglasses up his nose with his index finger. "Is there a part you haven't been to yet?"

Ryan found the man's directness strange, he didn't understand why he was so nice to him. What’s the worst that could happen? He had previously taken a few Krav Maga classes, at most if he thinks the situation is suspicious, he uses what he has learned.

"Well, uh, I haven't been to the shooting gallery yet." he replied, then looked at the man's sunglasses, which made him want to slap himself on the forehead. Before Ryan could say something else, Cori jumped up from the bench enthusiastically.

"Then come, let's not waste time!" Ryan also got up from the bench and was thinking that there must be a good reason why Cori is wearing sunglasses even at night.

They arrived at the agreed location and the target shooter told them the rules.

"Okay, gentlemen. You have to shoot with this toy gun, which has sponge bullets. You have to hit these fast-moving wood ducks, but you have to be clever, because only the ones with the number wins. Well, which one of you wants to try his luck?” he asked, rubbing his palms. Cori raised his hand.

"Excuse me for asking, but are you sure about this?" Ryan asked in shock. "Aren't those sunglasses too dark?"

"Don't worry, I can see perfectly, and my other senses are also extremely sophisticated." Cori replied with a laugh.

Okay then, Ryan thought to himself and put his hands in his pockets. Target shooting guy handed Cori the toy gun, then stood aside. Cori stretched out his arm and waited for the numbered winged animals to come, then shot. After a while, he got so into the game that he even stuck out his tongue a little and fired all the bullets. Ryan was very amused by this sight, he thought it was pretty cute. The shooting gallery man showed him and Cori what prizes there were to choose from.

”Is there anything you would like, Ryan?” Cori asked kindly.

The musician started thinking. The selection was not too exciting, especially for an adult, as most of them were designed for children. In the end, Ryan decided on a red toy guitar, because it somewhat reminded him of a lute.

He started to feel more comfortable with Cori, he even went to have hamburgers with him, and found himself forgetting about his friends and what they agreed on. He quickly wrote in the group chat that he was tired and took a taxi home.

"I hope this is not a problem for you." Cori said a little worried.

"Oh, don't worry, it's happened before, they'll understand." Ryan told him, and with that, he silenced his phone. Now he just wanted to focus on Cori.

He found him very fascinating.

"Speaking of going home, would you like to walk home with me? If you’d like, we could have a few drinks, then we will see." he said with a suggestive smile. Seeing this, Ryan gulped, but was excited at the same time.

It was clear what Cori wanted.

"Okay, let's go. How about I leave this guitar here? I don't need it anyway." he told Cori, who shrugged, thinking Ryan does what he wants. As they made their way out, Ryan set the small instrument down by the entrance so a child would take it.

The streets were already dark and only the street lamps were on. Ryan wished he could see more of Cori's face because he liked what he had seen of him so far. As they got closer and closer to his apartment, Ryan's heart began to beat faster. They talked on the way. He found out that Cori is a businessman whose goal is to visit as many places and gain as many experiences as possible. There was also talk of instruments and music and, for some reason, dreams and nightmares, which Ryan didn't know what to think of, but he didn't care. He enjoyed listening to Cori, while thinking how hot his speaking voice was, how beautifully his lips moved when he spoke, when Ryan managed to catch him in the lamplight, how graceful his hand movements were while he was explaining... Ryan suddenly felt so hot as the sexual tension was getting more intense between them. He also started to feel his pants getting tighter...

They got to Cori's apartment and went inside, but he didn't turn on the light, the only source of light was the moon shining through the window. Ryan was looking for the switch when Cori pulled him close in the dark and slowly leaned him against the wall.

"Do you want what I want?" he whispered sultryly in his ear, then kissed his neck, which made Ryan’s knees almost giving out.

Of course he wanted it! Ryan had one-night stands before, but felt that this time would be different...

They began to kiss passionately, then Cori reached down to Ryan's erection and began to gently massage it. Ryan did the same to him while kissing his neck. He wanted the blond man so much that he could barely contain himself. He pulled his top off, Cori did the same, then knelt down in front of Ryan. He unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them down to his ankles together with his underpants. The musician's dick popped out.

"Fuck, you have a nice cock!" Cori said panting as he began to jerk off Ryan, then took his cock into his mouth. Other times he did it much more sensually and slowly, but this time he was too overcome with desire. He took hold of Ryan's cock at the base with his index finger and thumb, then began to suck it, sometimes licking his balls as well. Ryan enjoyed this all with his eyes closed and ran his hands through Cori's hair. He felt close to explosion, and even though he didn't want to cum yet, he couldn't take it anymore and came, Cori could barely swallow the hot result. He took the spectacular penis out of his mouth and looked up at Ryan.

"Damn, baby, that was a lot!" he said appreciatively.

"Fuck, that was hot!" Ryan said panting, gasping for air. If the blow job was this good, how fucking amazing could sex itself be, he thought to himself. Cori stood up and pulled off his pants. Since Ryan was a bit shorter than him, he had to figure something out.

"Get on all fours!" he instructed the young man, who did so. Cori pulled his ass towards him, then grabbed his cock and slapped it against Ryan’s entrance. Before inserting it, he spit into his palm and smeared it over his cock, then slowly inserted himself into his partner. Cori let Ryan adjust to his size. Just like with the blowjob, he fucked fast, he didn't want to be gentle and slow. He wanted wild and crazy sex and he got it. Ryan's knees were pressing against the hard floor, but he didn't care. His ass slammed against Cori's thighs as he reached down to his own cock and began to masturbate. He felt that he was close again, but this time he didn't want to orgasm as quickly as before.

"Wait!" he said to Cori, who paused for a moment. "I want to ride you." Without further ado, Cori pulled out of him and laid on his back, Ryan got up from his position and placed himself on top, letting Cori’s cock back into himself. He raised his knees, put his arms behind him and continued to fuck himself on Cori's cock, who grabbed Ryan's cock and started jerking it. The apartment was loud with their lustful moans, both of them were sweating as if they had run a marathon. Minutes later Ryan was cumming on Cori's belly, and Cori was cumming into Ryan….

Ryan woke up in his yesterday night partner's bed. Cori wasn't there, so he went to look for him in the kitchen and the living room, but he was nowhere to be found. Ryan quickly got dressed and left the apartment. Although he regrets not being able to say goodbye to the handsome, blond man, he was glad that they had a crazy, sexy and fun night together.

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@thefloatingpickle, @delicateteenagerunaway

@sadnessanninthedark, @e-dubbc11

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@enkelimoonstone, @i-like-the-eyes

[vispera-sabbath]

GotG Oc's + Mad Max / Furiosa au.

@canadachildvol2

[spider-bren]

Got ya - Clement Mansell x OC

Missed Clem this morning so decided to post a little old something I wrote. Read if you want :)

[aurorawritestoescape]

Welcome to my Masterlist, lovely! I hope you’ll enjoy my work<3

Series / Collections

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

*****

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

*****

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

*****

HEATWAVE collection - Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: They are horny. They are filthy. They are in love.

It’s a collection of one-shots following the same couple. Every story can be read alone.

One Shots

Hot shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader pwp

Strawberries and cream- no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

Sweet remedy - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

American Beauty -best friend’s dad Joel x f!reader part 2 Please, Sir

Take Me smut, angst

Swallow blurb, smut

Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York mfm

Pt 1 Table for three Pt 2 Who’s your daddy? drabble Get a Taste

I know better than to call you mine fluff, smut

Heatwave pwp

Sweet Cherry virginity loss

In His Arms QZ Joel

Hot for You - drabble

Fill Me Up

Going Down - Joel x reader, Frankie Morales x reader

Wallet Photo - dbf Joel

The Other Brother - twin AU Johnny Miller x reader, Joel x reader

MEOW! - pwp

✨A Step Into Hell - stepdad!Joel

✨ Halloween Night - stepdad Joel Halloween special

✨ Craving You - Halloween writing challenge fic

✨ His Star - smut, angst

✨Joel drabble - degradation, sub/dom

The Party - dark!Lucien Flores x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One Shots

The Visit semi-public

Surveillance voyeurism

Drabble based on a gif

Shaving Javi drabble

Steam

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The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Watching You - Dave York x f!reader voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave York x f!reader dark, noncon

Table for three - Dave x reader x Joel mfm

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

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Other Pedro characters

Addicted - Max Phillips x f!reader smut, angst

Destinies Intertwined - General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla mff

The Hoodie - Frankie Morales x reader blurb

Going Down - Frankie x f!reader, Joel x f!reader

Non Pedro characters

Sunset - boyfriend Billy (Skeleton Twins) x f!reader Boyd Holbrook character, smut

AO3 /not all fics are there

Joel Miller pencil drawing

Javier Peña pencil drawing

I saved her the last of us 2 edit

If I ever were to lose you Joel and Ellie tlou 2

Joel takes you out to dinner - moodboard

Pedro Pascal lockscreens 1 | 2 | 3

[toxicanonymity]

do you think you'll ever write for wolverine or deadpool 🫣 wolverine at least seems right up your alley (but in a good way) - 🦡

Kinda doubt it, but you can faceclaim him in my next him x her fic.

My love for Logan is surprisingly platonic, given Logan (2017) with his fierce protectiveness, reluctant daddy arc, grunting, sweating, brooding, injuries...ugh. Thots on Logan x reader (or oc) x x-24 (also played by hugh Jackman in the same movie). These could also be used with Donald Pierce (Boyd Holbrook in 2017), or all 3 😵‍💫. If you do one, tag me and I'll share it.

You're being assaulted by X-24. daddy!Logan kills him, saves you, and checks you for injuries. He could use his blood to heal you if you're into that.

dark: x-24 is in the middle of having his way with you when Logan shows up. Logan is about to rescue you, but something makes him freeze, wince, and be disoriented. when his eyes open, he's different. He joins in and they DP you.

Darkish: Logan does rescue you, and he won't let you go. He steals the transport truck and locks you in the cage to protect you.

One of them should slash your clothes up.

What if one stabbed his claws through the "scruff" of your clothing and used his super strength to carry you like a kitten/pup.

All the love for Wolverine is great. I LOVE seeing people get into new characters. You have no obligation to limit yourself, which could mean missing out on something fun/personally fulfilling, not meeting those potential new friends, etc.

[stelstellakidd]

HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE ⇆ DAY SIX. ROLE SWAP AU.

— in which tj barton was never found again after his accident and instead found himself alone. with the fear and abandonment of being lost for years, tj never became a power ranger. instead, he turned to a life of crime in order to do one thing. take his father down.

— featuring. boyd holbrook as clint barton. courtney eaton as kate bishop. tracy spiridakos as bobbi morse.

— kit connor as pre-endgame tj. mike faist as post endgame tj.

taglist: @stanshollaand @arrthurpendragon @gabbysdawsons @endless-oc-creations @daughter-of-melpomene

gif credit. @spookyrps (x) @crackshipandcrap

[mrsdesade]

I wrote a small paragraph about Lara and the Corinthian, this help me a lot in moments when I'm deeply stressed or sad about something. Don't expect much, it's just fluff 🫶🏻🥹❤️‍🩹

Home;

The morning air, fresh and saturated with the scent of damp earth, filtered through the small kitchen window, creating a muted, enchanting atmosphere. It was the morning after, and they lay in a calm silence full of complicity.

The dawn light, pale and golden, painted the kitchen walls with soft hues, illuminating the details: the rusty stain on the old teapot, the collection of mismatched cups lined up on the shelf, the white cat napping on the windowsill, her white fur seeming to glow.

Lara, wrapped in an old t-shirt with a faded logo, was sitting on the faux-wood countertop by the stove, her legs dangling. She watched her reflection in the window, blurred by condensation. Her sleep-tousled hair framed a serene face marked by a slight blush.

The Nightmare, still bare-chested, approached her, placing his hands on the counter on either side of her body. Finding her skin warm, her presence reassuring. He smiled with an unusual gentleness, a reflection of a peace he never thought he would experience.

"Good morning."

Lara smiled back, resting her forehead against his. Facing each other, they lost themselves in a moment of deep connection. He smiled, immersed in an emotion that Lara couldn't quite decipher. But she didn't care, the peace of that moment was all she needed to be happy.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked, handing him a cup that was a short distance from them.

"Let's pretend I need to eat, but yes, I'd like that." he replied, following her gaze.

Lara made two cups of tea, adding a generous amount of honey. Without ever moving from that ridiculous position, in which she found so much comfort. He continued to watch her, fascinated by the humanity of her every gesture.

When it was ready, they made a delicate toast with the old ceramic cups, and took their time to watch the elegant movements of the smoke that escaped from them. In silence, listening to the purring of the cat, and the distant sound of traffic. The city was slowly waking up, but for a while longer, the world could do without them.

Lara's cat, awakened by their movement, stretched with a long yawn, meowing softly. It approached them, rubbing against the Nightmare's legs, seeking attention.

"Look who's awake." he said amusedly, stroking the cat's head. There was something deeply peaceful in that moment, a sense of calm and well-being that they were both fully savoring.

"Maybe she has a sixth sense for handsome people." he added with a light tone.

"Or maybe she's just hungry." Lara replied, giggling.

They laughed again, enjoying the quiet of the morning and each other's company. The first sunlight streamed through the window, creating patterns of light and shadow on the walls and floor, intertwined with the glow of the Christmas lights Lara kept up year-round.

"I like to think that this is just the beginning of something beautiful."

The Corinthian looked into her eyes through his dark lenses, and in that moment Lara swore she could see something sincere in his gaze. "I really hope so." he replied, simply.

They hugged each other again, holding on tight as if they were afraid to lose each other. Outside the window, the sun began to rise, painting the sky pink and gold.

"I've always loved this place." he said, looking around. "It's quiet, cozy, full of memories."

"It is." Lara agreed. "It's the little piece of paradise I've built for myself in this city, it's not much, but it's all I have."

"It's perfect just the way it is."

The cat at their feet, meowed again, as if to say 'I'm here too'. Lara picked it up and held it close, laughing at how little the cat could tolerate being hugged by two people at once.

"You know, I've never had a place like this. A place where I feel… at home."

"You have it now! You're home with me. You'll always find me here waiting for you." she replied without hesitation, giving him a big hopeful smile.

The Nightmare looked into her eyes, and in that moment, under the morning light, he saw himself reflected in them. An image he never thought he could see: a semblance of humanity, a possibility of normalcy. She would show him the way.

They remained wrapped in a silence thick with promises. While the cat, Maya, tired of so much love, moved away and curled up on the table, watching them with lazy curiosity. The metropolis outside the window moved slowly, but for them, in that small, insignificant corner of the world, time seemed to have stopped.

For a few moments more, the sands of time would be kind to them.

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Hope you enjoyed this as much I did! Kisses for all of you <3

[galaxypaintersblog]

RP Request

Hello everyone! (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

I'm looking for some engaging RP partner who is interested in dark, angsty plots with a touch of comfort. My main interests are gay pairings from movies/series featuring the following actors:

- Mads Mikkelsen

- Cillian Murphy

- Boyd Holbrook

I enjoy exploring deep, emotional narratives with complex characters and intense relationships. While I'm okay with NSFW content, I prefer not to base the entire RP around it. I am not a big fan of x OC but if OCs are included as side characters in the general storyline I'm fine with that.

Bringing a character ooc is perfectly alright with me.

My current main fandoms:

Fantastic Beasts (2022)

Batman (2005-2012)

Sandman (2022)

Indiana Jones 5 (2023)

Inception (2010)

Logan (2017)

Unit One (2000-2004)

Peaky Blinders (2013-2022)

James Bond (Daniel Craig era)

In Time (2011)

A few details

- Preferred themes: Dark, angst, hurt/comfort

- Fandoms/characters: Open to discussion based on the characters of the actors mentioned

- RP style: Literate, descriptive, creative, multi-paragraph

- Crossovers and headcanons: Open to both, as well as plot discussions outside the RP itself; since knowing a lot of characters from smaller movies from the mentioned actors, I'm open to discuss those for crossovers too

- Platform: Tumblr (or we can discuss other platforms if needed)

- Age preference: 18+ only, please!

If you're interested, please interact with this post or directly DM me with your ideas or to discuss potential pairings and plots.

Looking forward to it ^^.

[lumifuer]

Naughty List

Pairings: Donald Pierce x Reader Words: 688 Warnings: Donnie being an asshole, some teasing Request: “Hi, can I have 5 and 24 on your christmas prompts with Pierce please ? Let him be an asshole as usual 😏” A/N: As requested! One assholish Donald! Still owns my heart tho.

Summary: Pierce gets you the most unexpected yet precious gift: a chance to skip an office party.

🎄 SEND ME SOME CHRISTMAS REQUESTS 🎄

[ “What did you get me?” ] [ “Make a wish.” ]

Office Christmas parties were the absolute nightmares and it had nothing to do with the premise of the facility you found yourself working for. You were standing by the buffet, making sure to have a little bit of food on your plate at all times to avoid small talks. Your eyes were involuntary checking the clock at the wall every five minutes, hoping it would be the time for you to take off.

When you weren’t busy counting the minutes, you were watching your boss. Rice was charming as ever, gaining new sources of income and ways to hide the hideous experiments. His ability to keep his hands clean was one to truly admire.  

You wouldn’t admit it but more than once you felt your eyes drifting to Rice’s side, observing his right hand, Donald Pierce. You’ve been working with him for a while and as anyone would have expected, he turned out to be a huge pain in the ass. Overconfident, aggressive and moody.  And annoyingly appealing. Apparently, you became careless and ended up staring for long enough for him to notice and lock his gaze with you. He held up his metal arm and waved at you from across the room with that shit eating grin on his face.

You were fighting off the urge to roll your eyes when someone bumped into you, forcing you to abandon the safety of the food table. You moved to the side, leaning your back against a wall and looked back at Rice, more subtly but this time Donald wasn’t by his side.

“Make a wish, sweetheart,” you heard his hoarse voice. He was approaching you from the right side, the smile still plastered on his lips. “And here I am.”

“Oh no, God must have misheard my pleas,” you covered your mouth, pretending to be miserable. “I asked for the exact opposite!”

He tilted his head and pouted, taking his sunglasses off. You were finally able to see his eyes and it was a rather rare occurrence. You had no clue as to why did he choose to wear them at all times. His eyes were one of his best features and you hated yourself for the ways you were drawn to look into them.

“Funny, darling,” he chuckled, taking a strand of your hair that’d fallen on your shoulder and playing with it without asking. “Especially since you’ve been eyeing me the whole evening.”

“I wasn’t–” he smiled at you in a way that prompted you to stop denying the obvious. “Can you wrap your head around the idea that you’re not the centre of the universe?”

He laughed sarcastically as if the thought was incomprehensible.

“So, what did you get me? Expect for your shitty attitude?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“It’s a Christmas party, isn’t it?”

“I thought only the good kids were supposed to get presents, my bad.”

He chuckled and your reaction to the sound of his laughter left you disgusted with yourself. You were thinking about selling your boss some poor excuse and making a beeline to the exit when he leaned over and whispered directly into your ear.

“That’s a real shame, because I got you my willingness to take you out on a Christmas date and you haven’t been so well-behaved either, have you?”

You wanted to mock the idea but then you thought that it would have been a really good excuse to leave earlier. And whether you were happy with it or not, you wanted to go on a date with Donald Pierce.

“Anything that gets me out of here,” you shrugged. His smile widened, exposing his teeth and you tried not to see it as a sign of a threat. He draped his arm over your shoulder and lead you out of the room. Sitting in his car, you thought about the idea of the Christmas magic that’s been advertised by media during the winter every year, because what else if not that had made you go on a date with this asshole?  

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Tagging: @labeteenmoi @dkosber @lainey-lane

[prettieparker86]

All For You || Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, part 3 & part 4

Pairing: William “Cap” Hatfield X Reader

Gif Credit: @falling-rainbow, @9realms, @sweetsugarhoneyfics. Thank you for allowing me to use your beautiful gifs!

Tag: @lumifuer, @hannahmariea @lainey-lane If you don’t want to be tagged in the future friends just let me know. Thank you again friends!

A/N: So I know I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue this and I’m still not. This may be it, but I really wanted to add this part. My heart was calling for it, this beautiful moment between them. Anyways hopefully you’re not completely over the story yet and hopefully this isn’t too sweet.

The room is cold from the winter night, the icy chill creeping in through the cracks between the slats on the walls. Will stands before you beside the bed, a soft silhouette, the lantern casting shadows over and around him. The celebrations long over, family’s gone home or tucked into bed, the fiddle has long ceased its tune, and now only the two of you remain, alone with the cold air, a steady lantern, and the promises of a wedding night to come.

 You swallow hard against your growing nerves as Will’s eyes pierce into you, his lips mute. 

Most of the house has retired for the night, only a few stragglers remain. Their voices filter in periodically from a few walls over. 

Will’s sisters are sound asleep just a thin wall and curtain away in the next room over. You try to ignore the sporadic sound of one of the stirring. 

Your uncle Anse and Aunt Levicy, made a room just for you and Will as is proper, squeeze the kids in together for the night. 

Finally alone, just the two of you, the expectation of what’s to come hangs over both of you, lies steady in his stare. 

Thick in the air, almost tangible enough to reach out and wrap you both in it.

A shiver runs down your spine as Will’s gaze pierces through you against the flicker of the flame. 

Your shoulders quake suddenly as he steps closer to you in the dim light, belly clenching in anticipation. 

You’ve wanted this for so long, so why are you so nervous now?

Gently Will’s hand cradles your face, his palm rough but warm against your soft skin.

“We don’ have ta do nothin’ darlin’.” His husky breath whispers to you in the dark, sensing your nerves.

His offer fills your heart with solace, soothing your nerves the way he’s done so well since you were just kids. Always knowing exactly what you need to hear to calm the fear. 

In that moment, you see a side of him no one else does. Not the gun slinger, the sharp shooter, the Hatfield out for blood and vengeance those wanted posters make him out to be. Nor, the hot tempered, steady trigger uncle Jim likes him to be. 

No, this Will is all yours. Only you get to see this side of him. The softness buried deep beneath of all the rough. He saves that only for you.

Bringing a warm smile to your face, your eyes fall closed as you lean into his warm touch, pressing your cheek deeper into his hand.

“We’re married now ‘n everyone already thinks we have, Will. No goin’ back now. We’d only raise suspicion if we don’ on our weddin’ night.” You remind him, trying to be sensible about a matter that is anything but.

“I don’ give a damn what anyone thinks… I can wait. I don’ wan’ anythin’ you don’ wan’.“ You hear him counter insistently, stubborn and strong. 

His protectiveness making you soften as his presence and warmth surround you on that cold night. 

So close you can feel the warmth emanating off his body against the chill of the room. 

You can feel the pace of his breath, quicker than it was earlier tonight and ever quickening. 

Will isn’t going to press you, but his body tells you things words don’t speak… He wants you, all of you. He isn’t going to say it, but he does. 

Slowly you’re learning this new side to Will. Those warm summer days in the woods, standing here with him now, his body tells you things without ever saying a word.

Your eyes open and find his as he cradles your face, saying the words you know he needs to hear too.

“I wanna be yours… completely.”

 You watch Will’s throat bob hard with your answer, you listen to a heavy breath leave his lips before your eyes find his again. 

Your gaze holds for several intense moments as his eye grows steadily darker by the second, the blue almost turning midnight as he gazes upon you. 

A feeling surges through your body, something warm and intoxicating under the weight of it. More intoxicating than any whiskey that has ever passed your lips. 

Like he’s put a spell on you. And knowing you’re the reason for his flame, it’s you who can spark this kind of fire within him, feels powerful in a way you’ve never felt before.

Just when you think you might melt under the increasing heat of his stare, you feel Will’s other hand slip across your jawline, his long fingers weaving into your hair. 

Your eyes hold steady with his as a shuttered breath passes your lips in anticipation. Another shiver running through you with his touch, rough and callused, but safe. 

Your hands tentatively reach for his sides, feeling the heat of his body radiate through the thin fabric of his shirt.

You feel his breath vibrate nervously against your lips as Will slowly leans in, holding your gaze until the last second before he captures your mouth in a slow burning kiss. 

Your knees feel weak with the spark of his touch as your hands grip at him to steady yourself. 

You’ve waited so long to be his you find yourself barely hanging on as your lips following his lead.

Your hands fist the cotton of his shirt, fingers digging into his flesh as Will’s mouth leaves yours before your thirst has even been quenched. 

Moving along your jaw, tingles vibrating through you beneath his lips, leaving sparks of fire winding through your body. 

Quietly you gasp as Will’s lips latch onto the sensitive skin just below your ear, having never been kissed there before. 

Your head tilts back, heat rising under your skin with his touch as you melt beneath him. 

With Will’s hot breath hitting your skin, his mouth devouring your neck, you find your body reacting in ways you hadn't experienced before. 

You sway on your feet, overtaken by the surge of new sensations rushing through you as Will’s arm winds around your waist, his strength keeping you on my feet as you burn up under his kiss.

Your breath hitches, a breathy sigh escaping you as you feel Will’s mouth opens as it trails your neck, taking you by surprise. 

A terrifying thrill races through you with the feel of Will’s tongue brushing your skin, warm and wet in a way you’ve never felt before. 

His kiss grows hungrier against your sensitive skin as your knees buckle.

In the grip of Will’s love, as he makes you feel things no one ever has before, guilt begins to creep in your heart too. 

This should have been his all along. As your husband, you should have only been his. 

But even more than that, as your love, only he should have known the taste of your mouth, the feel of your skin, the shape of your body and the way it can move with his. 

You can’t help but feel you robbed him of that.

As Will’s mouth leaves your neck, his face moving back up to yours, your insecurities begin to deepen and you find yourself apologizing for the wrongs you committed against him.

“I’m sorry, Will. I know you didn’ plan on marryin’ a ruined bride.” You confess in haste and guilt.

You suck in a sharp breath as Will’s hands suddenly cup your face in response, his forehead settling against your own, his warm breath fanning your face with the closeness.

“I don’ wanna hear you talkin’ ‘bout yerself like that. Nothin’ ruined about you, darlin’.” His voice sounds deep and husky with an insistent quality that makes your belly tighten as he holds you close, sealing his words with a long passionate kiss that sets you both on fire.

You’re breathless when Will pulls back, meeting your eyes again. 

You find you can hardly breathe against the weight of his stare and the feelings it spurs inside you.

Your heart thumps harder against your chest with the hunger and desire blinding in his eyes. 

No one’s ever looked at you the way he does as the faint flame of the candle makes him glow as he stands across from you in the otherwise silent room.

You watch as Will slowly takes hold of his suspenders before pulling them from his shoulders, one by one. 

Holding your gaze for every moment, his eyes watching you so carefully, as if he’s trying to read you like a book.

Nerves build in your belly as you follow his lead, reaching for the buttons on the front of your dress. 

Your fingers tremble as you slowly work them free. Your chest rattles as you swallow hard against your nerves. 

Your gaze breaks from Will as he untucks his shirt from his pants and begins rapidly unbuttoning it. 

Your mind tells you you shouldn’t be nervous, this is Will after all, but your heart feels anxious just the same. Whispering, this’ll be different than last time. This’ll matter in a way what you did before never did. 

This is the man you love and you’re finally his. That realization strengths the yearning you’ve held restrained inside you for so long, but also makes your chest tightens with nerves.

You didn’t even realize how transparent you were until you feel Will’s big rough hands cover your own.

“Ya scared?” You hear him ask. Your eyes rise to meet his waiting pair. 

Your gaze grazing across his now exposed chest on your way up, making your breathe rattle and heart pound harder seeing him so exposed.

“I know I shouldn’ be. I jus’…“ Just what? Your mind mulls over the answer, trying to find the words, but it’s your heart that knows the real truth.

“…I don’ wanna disappoint you.” You finally answer, your eyes falling from his, back down to the floorboards beneath your bare feet. 

You trust Will. Trust him more than anyone else, but you’re not entirely sure what Will’s expecting here. 

Is he hoping you’ll be like one of those hussies around town or a tavern whore? Surely, they know how to please a man. 

The expectation somehow feels different with you both knowing you’ve already warmed a man’s bed. Leaves you feeling like you should know something you don’t. 

You still don’t remember much of what happened with Jonce and that’s the last thing you want to try and recall in this moment.

Growing up without a mother, no one ever talked about these things with you. Being the oldest girl out of your cousins there was never anyone to talk with about these matters. 

You’ve heard a crass word out of the men in your family over the years, but mostly they tried to protect you from that. It wasn’t lady like after all. 

You had hoped Levicy would have a word with you before your wedding about wifely duties and such. 

But you entered your wedding night with a seed already strong in your belly, so your kin naturally assumed it was too late for such talk. You feel out of your element here.  

Will has sacrificed so much for you, you don’t want to leave him dissatisfied too.

The worries race and rattle something fierce through your brain until you feel Will’s hands cradle your cheeks and lift your face away from the floorboards. 

You meet his gaze only to find reassurance as a light huff lifts off his chest as he flashes you a small crooked grin. 

He kisses your lips gently before resting his forehead against yours, softly brushing his nose to yours in a tender show of love as his thumb sweeps across your cheek.

“You could never disappoint me, darlin’. Not like this. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you… I’m more worried ‘bout pleasin’ you. All I wanna do is make you happy.” Will admits on a thick whisper.

There Will goes again, sweeping you off your feet without even trying. 

Nothing strikes a match inside you more than the way Will loves you. The way he cares for you like no one else. 

To the rest of the world he might have perfect aim with his rifle, it’s your heart he never misses.

Your hands tangling in the long blonde hair at the back of his neck, filling your need to feel him beneath your fingertips as you nuzzle his nose in return.

“You already make happier than I ever thought I could be.” You whisper back as you pull him into a fiery kiss. 

His insecurities reassure your own, putting to rest any fears you had about satisfying his wants and needs. 

The greed of Will’s kiss lets you know without words he's just as desperate as you are to feed this hunger that's been building between you for so long.

Heat rushes through you as Will takes control, his rough fingertips faintly brushing your skin as he starts in on the buttons of your dress. 

A breathy sigh rips from your lips as Will’s kiss leaves your mouth, moving hastily down your neck. Exploring the places his hands reveal as he works the buttons loose on your dress. 

Your breath grows labored as your hands splay across his back, discovering the feel of his body, the feel of his muscles moving and flexing beneath your palms as he undresses you. 

Tugging the dress open and off your shoulders, your heart pounds as his lips follow just a step behind. 

A delirious feverish feeling takes over, like the one you both discovered in the woods on election day. Only this time you know no one’s coming to put this fire out.

You release Will as you feel him gently tug your dress down your arms and body, before the fabric falls and pools at your bare feet. 

You feel Will’s mouth leave your collarbone as he takes a step back, you’re sure to get a look at you, but your heart pounds with insecurity. 

Standing in only your shift, you’re not ready for him to see what he’s bought into. Afraid he might have buyer’s remorse, you move to him, cupping his cheeks as you pull him into another searing kiss.

The need to explore Will, to know him in the most intimate ways only grows louder inside you as you break from his mouth, moving to his neck and steadily down his chest as your hands roam the contours his body before you reach for his trousers. 

You want to discover what makes him tick the way he’s already been discovering you. 

His skin tastes salty on your tongue from the long day, but also sweet as your mouth explores him. 

Desirous to please him, Will’s response to your assault only drives you on. As your mouth dances across his skin, savoring the taste of him, and the way he clutches you tighter, pulling your body fully against his. 

So close, you feel his breath grow heavier with each exhale under your kiss. 

You feel the rhythm of his chest against you as his hand begins to knot in your hair, his other firmly against your hip, fisting your shift in his grip as he holds you impossibly close to him.

Your chest tightens as Will bunches the material of your shift in his grip before pulling it over your head, leaving your bear before him. 

Your body trembles as you try to convince yourself it’s just from the cold, while inside knowing you can barely feel the chill against the emotions suddenly raging inside you. 

A shaky breath slips past your lips as Will takes a step back. 

Instinctively, your hand covers your stomach, still unsure. The bump is still small, but visible and you’re self-conscious of it all the same. 

You wish you could connect with this baby, but really, it still terrifies you. 

This isn’t how things were supposed to be. You never could have imagined you’d be carrying another man’s child on your wedding night and even though Will’s willing to take that on, doesn’t mean he’s ready to see the proof of your transgressions.

Will’s eyes rake over you, his milky eye luminous in the candle light, his blue eye growing darker than you can ever remember seeing it. 

The heat in his gaze sends a shiver running over your skin, but you can’t look away. 

Still you bite your lip nervously as Will steps to you and slowly removes your hand, lacing your fingers together with his as he looks down at your stomach.

“I’m sorry Will, I promise I’ll give you more.” You feel the need to tell him that as your eyes water. 

You don’t know what to expect of him where this baby is concerned. He’s taken it in name, that’s more than you ever could have asked. 

You’ve already reconciled in your mind this baby may primarily be more yours than his.

As Will looks back up at you, meeting your eyes once again, there’s a lightness to his gaze you weren’t expecting to find.

“You betta.” He says, cracking a smile that sets your heart at ease. 

“I wanna fill a house with ‘em. As beautiful as their mama.”

His eyes never leave yours as you feel his knuckles find your stomach and gently run up and down the curve of your belly, sending a shaky breath off your lips. 

“But this’ll be our first.”

Your heart flutters with hope, but your cautious as your eyes hold steady with his piercing blue, and glassy white one. 

“I wouldn’t think less of you if you felt differently about this one.”

Releasing your hand, Will cups your face, his eyes imploring yours as he leans in close.

“I love you.” He swears it, his words heavy and pressing as his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

Your breath quickens past your lips as a shiver runs through you. He’s said it in so many ways before but never like this. 

This is the first time he’s said the words to you as you melt to the sound of them rolling off his lips.

When he kisses you next it steals the breath from your lips as you kiss him back with the same intense need. 

You’re still wishing he wouldn’t stop when Will breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of soft tender kisses down your body. 

Along your collarbones and the valley of your breasts, slowly moving south, leaving you gasping and wanton to his touch as your hands lace into his hair.

Crouching down in front of you, you watch him carefully as his hand settles on the curve of your waist, his thumb brushing the swell of your belly. 

You suck in a sharp breath when Will leans in and rests his forehead against your flesh.

“And you too.” You hear him whisper, his husky breath warm and seducing against your chilled bare skin before his lips faintly touch your belly, sending tingles rushing through your body and your heart bursting wide open. 

A shuttered breath bursts past your lips, unable to hold back your love for him as your hands grip his messy hair. 

And in that moment, you know you’ve never loved anyone more.

Will’s warm mouth begins to blaze a trail up your body, back up to your face, melting you under his touch. 

He barely has time to rise to his feet before your lips are crashing back on his, desperate for his kiss. 

Desperate for him, your arms wrap around his neck, hands tangling in his hair as you pull him as close as you can get. 

Any lingering fears or doubts washed from your mind. 

Will kisses you back with equal ferocity as his hands make quick work of his trousers and breeches before you feel them pool at both your feet.

Grabbing the back of your thighs, Will hoists you up against him. 

Your bodies come together as you wrap your legs around his waist while Will holds you steady, his hands secure on the back of your neck and rear. 

You’ve never been more naked and exposed than you are with him in that moment, with anyone else you’d have felt scared, self-conscious, but you’ve never wanted anyone the way you want Will in that moment. Never trusted anyone more. 

Lost in his kiss, you barely realize you’ve moved, until Will lowers you both onto the bed. 

Your back come to rest against the tick and blankets as Will’s weight settles across you and between the cradle of your thighs.

He breaks your urgent kiss to stare down at you with a look that cuts through you like a knife. 

His gaze so intense, you find it hard to breathe as you swear he can see into the deepest parts of you. 

And as his hand slips forward from the back of your neck to brush his thumb along the edge of your face, you swear you’re everything to him in that moment, his whole world. 

Your eyes hold impossibly steady as you realize from the deepest part in your heart, there’s nowhere else you belong, but beside him. 

You’d gladly follow this man to ends of the earth.

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

Past / Present / Future

Warnings: tw terminal illness; death of a loved one Rating: nsfw

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Chapter 9

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“In love there are two things; bodies and words.” ― Joyce Carol Oates, Beautiful Days: Stories

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You wake up in a strange room, in a strange bed. The dull winter sun has found a crack in the blinds and it tints Kaden’s face in a soft light. He is mere inches away from you. Only a small leap of faith and you could kiss him awake. But the moment is over before you have the chance to seize it because he opens his eyes.

Kaden takes in your presence, smiles and mumbles a drowsy “Morning, Honey Bee.”

“Good morning.”

It’s hard not to stare. His face is so familiar; the curve of his nose, the angle of his jaw bones – you know them by heart – and yet all of this is new. The taste of his lips still lingers vividly in your mind and so does the touch of his hands.

There’s a moment of prolonged silence before he finally asks, “What’s on your mind, Bee?”

“Kissing you,” you reply truthfully.

“Oh? And what’s stopping you?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

That being said, you close the distance between the two of you and press your lips against his.

Kaden leans in without hesitation, drawn to the warmth of your body and the fervor of your mouth.

The softest moan escapes him as he deepens the kiss. Breathed into you, it tugs on your heartstrings, causes a yearning pain so exquisite; you can feel the excitement bubble up from within your chest.

You scoot closer and he draws you into his arms for more.

“Anouk…”

Kaden’s breath is hot in your ear. His lips travel along your cheek, down your throat and to the crevice of your neck where he grazes his teeth over your skin.

“Hmmm.”

You grab the hem of his shirt and tug on it, urging him to take it off.

“Are – you sure about this?” Kaden asks in-between kisses.

You nod. “Yeah. I am”

“Okay then.”

He moves away to sit up in bed and quickly pulls the shirt over his head.

You run your hands over his chest, carefully brush over each little freckle and beauty mark, reading the map of his body with your fingertips.

When you look up at his face again, you realize he’s just as mesmerized by the whole experience as you are.

Another leap of faith? Certainly.

You undress as well.

The disappointment you feared to see in Kaden last night is still nowhere to be found. He’s admiring you, lips parted in awe, then he reaches out for your hand to pull you into his lap.

You straddle his legs eagerly and he whispers into your ear, “You’re gorgeous, Anouk.”

It’s still a little embarrassing to hear such praises but you’re not afraid anymore.

With his face cupped in your hands, you draw him into another kiss, long and deep. This is your reply: your tongue meeting his, accompanied by a needy little noise.

Your chest is pressed firmly against him, bare skin on skin, as Kaden grinds up against you.

“I want you,” you hear yourself say.

And he wants you, too. You can feel it, sitting in his lap as you are.

Again, the question. A raspy, breathed, “Are you sure, Anouk?”

“Please.” You card your fingers through his hair, gently drag your nails over his shoulder blades. “I’m sure about you.”

Maybe it’s only the light of the morning sun but there’s a gleam in Kaden’s eyes that you haven’t seen since he won his first World Cup event.

“Anouk,” he leans close, “it has always been you.”

He nips on your throat once more and his breath tickles your skin. You can’t help but laugh.

“You think this is funny, hm?” Kaden chuckles. He playfully pushes you back into the cushions. “You think I’m joking?”

“No, no I don’t.” You smile at him. “Your lips tickle! Your stubble, too.”

“Whatever shall we do about that?” The mischief is palpable in his grin.

“Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah, I guess some things just can’t be helped.”

Kaden swoops down on you to nuzzle your neck. He only nibbles at first but eventually a love bite begins to bloom and he moves on.

“Kaden…”

“No time to talk Bee,” he replies. His voice is muffled against you as he applies himself to his new favorite task with fresh fervor.

You release a little whine when he moves down across your chest where his lips finally reach your breast. Meanwhile, his inquisitive fingers find a damp spot in your panties and rub your mound through the black cotton as he sucks a pert nipple into his mouth.

You moan loudly in surprise and immediately he sucks harder.

The mixture of pleasure and pain is maddening. Your hands come up, you need to hold on to something so you dig your fingers into his back.

Kaden releases your nipple to turn to the other breast. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he pants.

And wet. You’re so wet for him. Your panties are soaked and the touch of his hand through the fabric isn’t enough. Not nearly enough to satisfy the heat building up.

“I – I need more. Please…”

You can’t believe you’re saying this. You haven’t felt this kind of desire, this desperate urge to be with someone in so many years.

Kaden draws a circle around your left nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Your wish is my command Queen Bee.”

His fingers hook under the waistband of your panties. To help him peel them off, you lift your ass off the bed.

For a moment he simply looks down at you and contemplates what to do next. You close your eyes under his hungry gaze.

Kaden’s hands gently part your legs. An avalanche of kisses along the insides of your thigh follows suit.

As you giggle and writhe under him, he intensifies his hold on you.

“You really need to stop squirming, Bee,” he mock-chides, “if you want more.”

“Then stop tickling me so damn much,” you laugh in reply.

“Mhm. Okay. Let’s try something else then.”

Shit, SHIT. Your eyes flutter open.

The kisses have stopped. Instead, Kaden drags his tongue along your pussy and darts the tip between your folds.

You grip the sheets with your hands. Long-drawn groans topple over your lips while he goes on to explore and taste your wetness.

Eventually, he settles on your clit, sucking it in his mouth.

“Kaaaden… Like that. Please…”

He grunts happily, satisfied he’s found what turns you on and keeps doing just that for the next few minutes.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. You’re going to come soon but you don’t want to. Not yet. Not. Yet.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “I need it. Need you right fucking now.”

His head comes up briefly and there is that cheeky grin again. “What was that?”

“You heard me. Don’t – ” Kaden’s tongue flicks over your swollen clit. “Aah… Don’t pretend you aren’t desperate for it as well.”

He hums under his breath. You’re right of course. He is desperate for you. His cock is rock hard, straining against its confines. There’s nothing more he wants than to be inside you.

Kaden shifts away but only to take off his boxer briefs.

Then he’s on top of you, presses his body against yours, kisses your lips hungrily. “I want you bad Anouk. Only you. Please, say it again,” he whispers.

“Fuck me, Kaden,” you breathe. “I need you.”

To make your point, you reach out and wrap your fingers around his cock. It’s an admirable girth, thick and swollen for you. Oh, it will feel divine, you know it.

Kaden groans. There’s no stopping. You help guide him between your folds and he slips right into your pussy.

Fuck. He’s so big and hits every bundle of nerves perfectly as he pushes deeper inside you.

Mewling softly, you wrap your legs around him until he fills you up completely.

Kaden starts to move, sets a slow and deliberate pace. His mouth finds yours again and he pushes his tongue past your lips.

The man is going to consume you whole. You want him to. You want to feel his weight on you, his dick inside you.

Heat builds up quickly in your stomach. With your clit worked up from before and his strokes becoming faster and more desperate, your climax is approaching fast.

You dig your fingernails into his back hard. “Kaden…you’re gonna make me come….”

He grunts and reaches between the two of you, fingers circling your sweet spot. “Want you to come on my cock,” he moans. “Need to feel you.”

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop the cascade anymore. A bit more pressure from his fingers, another hard stroke of his cock inside your pussy and you know it’s coming. It’s too much.

Your muscles clench around him hard as you climax.

Kaden didn’t think anything could be this amazing. He didn’t think it would push him over the edge like this to feel your orgasm.

For a split second he struggles but your legs keep him in place as you ride out your own high.

“Don’t,” you pant. “Don’t pull out.”

It’s to late anyways. Kaden can’t hold back any longer either. He desperately groans your name when his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with hot cum.

“Bee,” he whispers. “Anouk…”

You keep your arms and legs locked around Kaden, seek out his mouth for lazy kisses which he happily returns. Both of you are heaving – sweaty and flushed from the exertion. His cum is warm inside and you want to keep his cock in your pussy like this forever. You want him to be yours. Yours alone.

“Are you okay?” Kaden asks after a while. He smiles down at you and brushes a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Mhmmm.”

“Need to get up?”

“Not yet,” you whisper.

“Okay.”

Kaden covers your neck in little kisses. He takes a deep breath to inhale your scent. You smell of sex, and he loves it. Loves you. The words are on his lips but he swallows them down for now. He wraps his arms around you and turns on his back, taking you with him until you’re on top of him.

You feel his limp cock slip out of you and make a dissatisfied little noise.

“Not done yet?” he quips.

“It just felt so nice,” you mutter against his chest. “You don’t have to worry, you know. I’m on contraceptives…” you add.

He nods. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask before. It’s just, I usually don’t… and I didn’t expect us to… I didn’t think you’d want to. I mean – I hoped. Fuck...”

Kaden gives you an apologetic look and scratches his head.

You laugh softly. “I didn’t know I wanted to until it happened. I didn’t know how much I needed you. Us. How much I needed us.” You draw little circles on his chest with your fingertips.

“Is this a thing – you and me? Can it be?” His voice trembles. You’ve rarely heard this kind of vulnerability in it before. It seems that for a split-second you stripped him of the usual overbearing display of confidence once more.

You look up, meet Kaden’s gaze. It pleads with you – but it also demands an answer.

“Yes.”

There it is, that sweet grin. His hands come up to caress your face and he tugs you into a kiss that pulls you in and under. It’s a different kind of hunger than before. If anything, even needier, more intense.

Eventually, you come up gasping for air. “You have it that bad?” you whisper in awe.

“Always,” Kaden replies. He smiles. “Always that bad, Bee. There always was, there’ll always be a part of me that belongs to you alone.”

You practically throw yourself at him then. “Same.”

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