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chokepoet · 2 years ago

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Cruelty & Empathy 18+

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Summary | A night alone in the office has Roman and his assistant escalating their tension past a point of no return. The aftermath of which leads to confessions that will change the trajectory of their relationship forever.

Genre | Angst, Fluff, Porn With Plot

Content | anxiety, biting, blood, bondage, choking, crying, dom/sub tones, degradation, dirty talk, mentions of past physical abuse, power struggles, thigh riding, sadomasochism, slapping, spitting

Word Count | 8.5k

A/N: Y’all this fic is fuckin’ filthyyyy… but like in a romantic way??? I wasn’t going to share it but my best friend insisted. If y’all hate this I volunteer as tribute for boar on the floor lmao

Roman Roy’s Office | 10:33 pm

He was sprawled out across the couch as if this were his family’s private estate. It might as well have been. The building’s climate control always seemed to be blowing a peculiar air. One that felt like his father breathing down the back of his neck at all times. Left calf draped over the backrest, right hand cradling a whiskey, and head tilted back over the armrest. His once-slick hair now hung limp, with loose strands reaching for the carpet below. His upside-down gaze willed me to stop my attempts at meeting our deadline and to focus solely on him instead.

My bank account's dwindling had my morals emaciated. They’d weakly played tug of war with my last braincell when I'd accepted Roman’s job offer nearly two years prior. About 6 months into being his assistant, I found myself earning another role: his best friend. His only friend. My typing picks up speed as I contemplate what level of fucked-up I had to be in order to actually enjoy this job. I decide it must have been top-tier when my thoughts drift to the one Roy that had me feeling this way.

In the past 22 months, I came to understand Roman better than anyone else ever had. He somehow wormed his way into gaining just as much insight into me as well. It made me feel strangely protective over him. Oddly enough, he seemed to reciprocate. We still rarely aloud ourselves vulnerability in the presence of the other. We much preferred self-immolation. I don’t think he ever intended to grow so attached to me. He certainly would never admit to it. If you had asked me if the feeling was mutual, I’d lie through my teeth.

I loved him madly.

I don’t exactly know when or how it happened. I do, however, vividly remember when I first realized he held something soft for me.

Siena, Italy | 4:21 am

He was drunk off his ass, his head resting on my shoulder. He had been leaning into my frame for support long before he even needed it. Roman mumbled something about liking me because I was the only “sad sack of shit” in the office who could make him laugh. I asked him why I was a sad sack and not just a regular sack. He blew out a huff of air, causing his lips to trill. The sound was quickly preceded by the flipping of his wrists in a few circles.

“Isn't it obvious?” I nudged my shoulder against his head.

“Because I work for your sorry ass?”

He clumsily tapped the tip of my nose with his right pointer finger, nearly blinded my left eye in the process.

“Bingo, bongo, banjo.” The nonsensical words tumbled out and the rest of his drink tumbled in. “Itstheeyes.” I’d been unable to make out the slurred syllables mumbled just under his breath. For all I knew, they could’ve been Latin for ‘bastard’.

“What?” He dropped his now-empty glass into a historic fountain as we passed. I stopped to try and fish it out, but he dragged me away. I remember wondering if he had made a wish on it in his drunken haze. Rich and careless enough to pretend it was a penny. Maybe that had been why he was so adamant about me not retrieving it. My mind wandered as I pondered what Roman could have possibly wished for. His father's approval? An endless supply of luxurious Korean face creams? A pair of stunning Italian supermodels to lean into instead of me?

Tripping over his own two feet, I instinctively gripped his bicep. Stubborn as ever, he shoved me and muttered something along the lines of 'fuck off'. God forbid he’d take my help. Throwing my hands up, I left him to walk alone a few steps ahead of me. He weaved for a while before slowing his pace until he could lay his head back on my shoulder.

A beat passed, where the only sound was the soft crunch of our shoes against the weathered cobblestone. I caught one of his bleary eyes peeking over at my face. Content with whatever it was he found, he nodded to himself.

“Yep.” He popped his lips on the 'p' and absentmindedly kicked a pebble from our path. “It's the eyes. Sad sack of shit eyes. You've got 'em.” The laugh that had left me seemed much too loud as it ricocheted off every crumbling brick ahead of us. Roman smiled proudly for a moment. “I love your laugh.” The words were said mostly to himself. My cheeks warmed considerably.

“Really? It's obnoxious as all hell.” His brows furrowed, and he shook his head.

“No, it's fuckin’—fuck off. No, it's not.” He kicked another stone. “It's pretty. Pretty like… like your face.” Pretty. “Nothin’ like a hyena.” Hyena? “I think I'm gonna puke.”

He did.

Roman’s Office | 10:47 pm

“Hi.” A small voice lounging across from me pulls my attention. I look up from the computer and rest my head in my hand, my elbow propped on his desk.

“Hi.” I smile softly with a raised brow.“Need somethin’?” The grin that breaks across his features is almost childlike. His big brown eyes could even be mistaken for innocent; I knew better.

“As a matter of fact…” Extremely happy to have garnered my attention, he pulls himself to a sitting position. “Yes!” With a swift motion, he slams his whiskey onto the coffee table. The sharp sound of glass on glass reverberates throughout the room.

“Yes?”

“Yes?” His voice drops into a cartoonish impersonation of my own. His hand was still clasped around his drink for some reason. Flipping his face up to me with a saccharine simper, he adds, “Will you kindly suck my cock?”

“Will you kindly go fuck yourself?” My impression of him was just as cartoonish as his of me. The hand holding my head returns to typing. Groaning loudly, he lets go of his glass to dramatically fall back into the couch.

“Will you? ‘Cause I’m fuckin’ bored!” He drags out his words until they turn to whine. “This is fucking boring. Aren’t you bored?”

“Yes, you’re extremely boring.”

“Hurr-hurr.” He mocks while crinkling his nose. “I’ll have you know I’m anything but and am widely known as delightful company.” A snort escapes my nose and Roman smiles.

“Really? I thought you were widely known as a terrible person.” He rolls his eyes as I quote his cousin.

“Yeah, yeah fuck you.” He gives me the finger. I flip him off in return. “The fuck does Nosferatu fuckin’ know anyways?” The nickname makes me chuckle and has Roman mimicking Greg. “Oh, I—I couldn’t help but—couldn’t help but notice that my gargantuan height may be alarm—alarming the schoolchildren. I—is that why Iverson is um c—crying? Or is he like, I—I mean, is he… y—ya know… special?”

The laughter still bubbled up uncontrollably even as I tried maintaining focus on the task at hand. My passive interest towards Roman was annoying him to no end.

“Come on! I want entertainment! Entertain me, woman!” I roll my eyes. A cinnamon tinted stare was steady burning apertures into my features, willing me to stop ignoring him. “Come—Come on…” His hands outstretch in my direction, middle and index finger beckoning quickly. “Come show big daddy watcha got.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, my typing stops and I fully turn my attention towards him. His face contorts in a grimace already knowing what was to come. My brows raise as I slowly repeat his words back to him.

“Come show big daddy what I got?” Roman’s hands drag down his face and he groans loudly as soon as big leaves my mouth.

“Oh, fuck y—shut the fuck up.” He sinks lower into the couch with high hopes of it swallowing him whole. The smile that breaks across my features is downright malevolent. I couldn’t recall having ever seen him this embarrassed. Surprising, considering all the lewd shit he spews at me daily. There was something sick inside me that enjoyed it. The urge to play cat rather than mouse overtakes me.

“No, no, no. I just want to understand you clearly, Mr. Roy.” Our dynamic had never been much of a professional one. I couldn’t recall the last time I had addressed him so formally but I wanted to really get under his skin. Oddly enjoying my place in its prickled embrace. Rising from my chair, I place both palms on the desk and lean forward with a pout. “Are you saying you wanna shut me up with your cock, big daddy?”

“I’m going to fucking kill myself.” He was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Aw! Weawwy, Daddy? Jus' 'cause I won't suwck yo big thick cock?” At that, a cushion flies towards my head. I narrowly catch it as I’m doubling over in laughter. He’s standing now, hands overtly animated.

“I swear to GOD, I’m going to fucking—fuck! Fuck you! Out the window!” He’s angrily pointing towards the giant window panes beside him. “I’m going to throw you out the fucking window!”

“Oh wow, you’re gonna fuck me out the window?” His face was the deepest shade of crimson I had ever seen it.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I swear to Christ I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” I was doing a piss-poor job at stifling my laughter.

“I just fucking told you. Ass through glass.” He dismissively waves a hand in the air.

“Bullshit.” Finally looking at me, I cross my arms. His eyes flicker to my chest. “You don’t have the balls.”

“Are you saying I don’t have the balls to murder you?” The words come out in a bemused laugh. “I could murder the fuckin’—murder the shit out of you. Easily.”

“Okay.” With a shrug of my shoulders, I feel a dark coil in the back of my mind start to twist. “Prove it.”

“Prove it? You want me to—to what? Throw you through the goddamn window right now?”

I smirk back at him with a shrug, an inkling I had about him spilling to the forefront of my mind. It colors my vision and stains my tongue. If there was ever a time to find out if my suspicions held true, for some reason, I decided that now was the time. The office was definitely empty at this hour, and the privacy blinds were drawn, so no cameras. Risky as all hell, but if things go south, maybe I could play it off as riffing. I could be quite the convincing liar when I needed to be. My mother saw to that.

“See? I knew it.” With hands on my hips, I tilt my head to size him up. My tone shifts into something silky as sin. “You won’t do shit.” The air begins filling with static causing Roman’s lips to twitch. “You and I both know it. Don’t we…” I slide out from behind the desk, feeling taller as I grow closer. Feeling bolder seeing him swallow. “Romulus?” Using his father’s nickname for him causes his nostrils to flare. A clench in the jaw, a quick exhale. I fucking knew it. “So why don’t you just…” Fully standing in front of him now, I look down with a smirk “sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up for once in your life.”

The air was now overcome with static. Thick and heavy. The subjugated desire etched into his features felt so familiar to me. While I had never seen him this way, or anyone else for that matter, I myself had given that look many a time. That inkling I had was no longer an inkling. It had grown roots that smiled with wicked teeth; I was right.

The electric silence between us started to prick at my skin. My bottom lip twitches as it fought against every instinct to fill the silence with some form of an apology. To try and turn my sudden shift from dominance back into normalcy. His eyes dart to my mouth immediately; he knows.

“Make me.” His head slowly tilts upwards, as do the corners of his lips. The heat that had been slowly brewing between us for well over a year licks up my thighs. He was sneering up at me as we stood toe to toe. His burnt espresso eyes had my mind spiraling in their steam. The look on his face said everything. He saw me, he had me, he called my bluff, he won.

No.

My hand wound itself in the silky hair at the nape of his neck and I use it to jerk his head back. His jaw immediately goes slack. Something akin to a whimper escapes his throat. Surprise has my brows raising and Roman feeling embarrassed. His heavy lids fall and he turns himself away. Reaching up with my free hand, I grip his jaw until he’s facing me once again.

“Look at me.” He does in an instant and I’m flooded by a mixture of emotions. Relief, power, love. I never want to forget how he looks beneath my hands. The way his pupils eclipse the hazel of his eyes. The way his freckles scatter under the pinkish hue of a blush. The way his lips part slightly as his breath shakes out across them. Just as my eyes dance across his every feature, his do mine. Is he etching my features into his own memory?

He attempts to lean forward but I hold him steady. Roman wanted to kiss me but I wanted to tease. I press my lips beside his mouth before trailing them along the smooth path of skin leading to his ear. Sucking his skin into my mouth, I bit gently. A soft sound of content slips from his lips, so I trace up the shell of his ear with my tongue. Upon my return, I bite down once more; harder this time. Just as my teeth release him, the fist tangled in his hair gives a sharp tug. His hum bleeds into a moan that has me squeezing my thighs together. A cool plume of air billows past my lips along the now damp skin; goosebumps erupt immediately. I slide my hand from his jaw until my fingers wrap around his throat to hold him.

“Do you like this, Rome?” The soft whisper has him murmuring his satisfaction. “Come on…” I lightly squeeze his throat. “Be a good boy and use your words.” When I pull away to look at his face, I find his lids are nearly shut.

“Y-yeah.” He swallows in an attempt to steady himself. It doesn’t. “Y-yes, I like it.” He could barely look me in the eyes and it made my stomach flip in the best way possible.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this.” The words slip out before I have the chance to stop them. He inhales sharply, and the air seems to rattle through his skull. His eyes quickly leave mine as his face warms considerably. My heart beats as if it were trying to rip itself from my chest and collide with his. The blood rushing in my ears was chanting 'I love you' over and over again. My teeth dig into my cheek until the taste of blood envelops my tongue. I'm raging a war with my own body in silence. This newfound power was locking talons with my own subjugated nature and death spiraling through the emotion in my chest.

His pulse was racing underneath my thumb. My voice cascades over his flushed skin as I let feather light kisses rain upon him. His first name glides along the tip of his right cheek, his last over the tip of his left. Hovering just out of his reach, I whisper into his open mouth.

“Tell me what you need.” He desperately tries to press his lips into mine but I just pull back. He grunts in frustration.

“Just fuckin’ kiss me already.”

“No.” Releasing my grip, I shove him into the couch. He trips backwards, gracelessly collapsing into the cushions. I climb onto his lap with my knees pressed to either side of his hips. With one hand, I weave my fist around his tie and pull him to me. My other grips his jaw tightly. “You wanna try that again?” His jaw clenches beneath my fingers. His eyes were wild as they flared up at me. Suddenly, his hands lock onto my hips, hard. He pushes his face into my fingers until the tips of our noses bump together.

“I said, just fucking kiss me and I meant do it now.” His words were caught somewhere between a hiss and a growl. He never could handle the word no, so his response shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. The power I’d been holding over him was now leaking through the lace under my skirt. My thighs instinctively flex around him and it has him digging his fingers in harder. A liquid heat spreads through my chest at the thought of later seeing the bruises he was surely leaving behind.

“Well?” My teeth clench and the hand holding his jaw twitches. The attitude lacing his voice drug it’s nails up my spine as I’m reminded of how entitled he could be. He wasn’t supposed to be the one making demands anymore. His smile twitches as a darkness blooms behind his glee. “You wanna hit me don’t you?” My grip loosened; my lungs suddenly feeling like he held them in his fist.

“W-what?” I didn’t want to hit him. Did I? He was selfish, he was arrogant, and he could be so goddamn cruel. Still, the urge to physically harm him was something I had never once encountered. Knowing the history of his childhood and having bared witness to his father’s present day violence against him had made me hyper aware of the constant pain pulsing below his surface. My eyes rapidly blink as they search past his burning stare and into the darkened crevices of his soul.

Oh—he wanted me to hurt him.

His need for it radiating from the blackened pits to scald me. It scared me. It scared me because it felt dark. It felt wrong. But it scared me the most of all because suddenly in this moment, I wanted to. “I-I don’t-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Again, my teeth clench and my grip retightens on his jaw. His smile grew. Mother fucker knew what he was doing. He was basking in it.

He reaches for my hand wound in his tie, quickly unraveling before bringing it to his throat. His own then slide towards my ass. Gripping tightly, he pushes me down against his length to make sure I felt how badly he wanted this. He throbbed against my center; he wanted it bad. “Listen to me. You’re gonna let go of my jaw and you’re gonna fuckin’ slap me, aright?” I nod and release him. “Fuckin’ hit me.” As I draw back my palm, his tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip.

Slap.

My palm makes contact and brushes across his cheek. It was a sad attempt really. Weak. Even though I knew he wanted it, needed it, something inside held me back.

I was still scared of harming him.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Come on!” He roughly digs his fingers into my ass, significantly harder than before. “I said fucking slap me!”

Crack.

I slapped him. Hard. His face jerks to the side. My hand stung as it instinctively goes to cover my mouth in shock of myself. His lips twitch before slowly turning up in a demented grin. A bloom of red seeps out from his bottom lip and his tongue slides across it. With the taste of his own blood, his smile widens. He laughs softly to himself and I slowly lower my hand.

“There she is.” His voice low, a rumbling purr. “You fuckin’ bitch.” The hand I had just used to strike instantly flies into the mess of his hair; our lips collide. A groan escapes, but from which of us—I didn’t know. The metallic taste of him fueled me. It felt frantic, bruising, needy. We pushed ourselves into each other as if we were feral creatures, held captive and starved. Feeding on something we had buried deep inside only to be found behind the teeth of the other. Sucking his tongue into my mouth causes him to moan and set me ablaze.

I force our mouths apart with a pull of his hair; desperately needing to catch my breath and clear my head. Panting heavily, we stare into the depths of the other in quiet disbelief. This was really happening.

“You sure you want this?” I needed to hear him confirm that he did, in-fact, want to go where we were obviously heading. I knew Roman long enough to know he had serious intimacy issues. Their seeming lack of presence in this moment had me in a whirlwind. He pressed himself into my center once again, his nails bruising crescents into my skin.

“What do you fuckin’ think, dumbass?” I let go of his throat and dig my own nails into his jaw to grip him harshly. He openly smiles with swollen lips.

“Tell me then. Tell me exactly what you want.” His expression falters and his jaw tenses beneath my fingers, eyes flickering from mine.

“You know what I fuckin’ want.” His words seep through gritted teeth. I press my forehead to his. Ever so slowly, I begin rhythmically grinding my hips down upon him. The friction causing his eyes to slip shut. A loud groan escapes from somewhere deep within his chest.

“Roman, I swear to God I’ll stop.” He doesn’t say anything so I still my hips. Umber eyes shoot open and he tries to move me himself. I won’t budge. “I will get up and I will fucking leave you here like this. Pathetic and alone with nothing but your hand.” As the words leave my mouth, so do my hips leave his. His brows snap together and tries in vain to pull me back down again. Still, I don’t budge. “I will walk out this door and you will never fucking see me again. Is that what you want?” The threat was hollow but said with a bite that had shaken me. I was falling into this role a little too easily, a little too well.

He gapes up at me when I completely let go of him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I attempt to push myself off. It’s him who doesn’t budge this time. He yanks me back down with every ounce of strength his small frame contained. The sudden action has all the air escaping my lungs. With a hand clasped to the back of my neck, he seizes me into a searing kiss.

“Whatever you want.” The words frantically rush into my mouth. “I don’t care.” Fighting against the grip on my neck, he finally gives. I pull back to contemplate his words. Tilting my head slightly, my gaze falls to his tie. An idea begins forming as I slowly untie the silk. My nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt has him intently studying my face. Whatever I want.

Cupping his warm face in one hand, I smear the blood of his bottom lip with my thumb. He parts his mouth and sucks it in. With my other, I reach for Roman’s and slide his own thumb into my waiting mouth. As I swirl my tongue around him, Roman’s eyes darken and he sucks me harder.

Pulling from his lips with a pop, I rub my now wet thumb against his nipple. A soft moan is let loose. My tongue continuously plays with him inside me. He shudders as I pinch the bud beneath my fingers before doing the same to the other. Letting go of his hand, I reach forward to pinch both simultaneously and he groans loudly.

My cheeks hollow around his thumb as he slips it from me. He drags it down my bottom lip and stares intently. Transfixed by my spit glistening in the incandescent light. Cupping my jaw, he pulls me forward to replace his thumb with his tongue. That familiar groan returning when I suck him in. His other hand tangles itself into my staticky waves and he kisses me with everything he has.

“Give me your wrists.” The order was partially muffled against his mouth.

“Huh?” The question was mumbled into my lips.

“I said,” Threading my fingers into his own hair, I pull him back. “give me your fucking wrists.” With a dramatic tug, his tie is jerked from underneath his collar in a rush. He sat still, blinking up at me. The walnut shells of his eyes fall into my hands. There was a slight apprehension, a nervousness to them. “Do you trust me, Rome?”

“Y-yeah.” His voice was hushed as he presents his hands to me and I slowly start wrapping the silk around his wrists.

“We can stop at anytime. You know that, right? Just say the word and I’ll stop immediately.” My reassurance seems to irritate more than comfort. He rolls his eyes with a tilt of the head.

“Would you fuck off? I’m fine.” A crease digs itself into the bridge of his nose and my actions immediately still.

“I’m not going to fuck off unless I know that you know that you’re safe with me, okay?” This dominate role was far from the submissive one I was innately familiar with. We obviously had never discussed boundaries and I didn’t know where the lines were anymore. “I need you to know you can speak up. That I’ll stop the second you tell me to.” Roman looks like he’d rather get a root canal than continue this discussion, but I don’t care. This was far too important. “I need you to know that your comfort is important—that your feelings matter.”

“I fucking know it, alright?” He snapped before groaning and throwing his head back. “God, what the fuck else do you need to know before you just shut the fuck up and get on with it already?” My hand quickly finds its way to his throat with a squeeze. He seems more than pleased by this response.

“Do you wanna fucking cum?”

“Clearly I wanna fuckin’—“ My other hand slaps over his mouth and I can feel him smiling underneath my palm. Roman was gladly trying to piss me off. He was itching to see me lose control; yearned to meet the creature locked inside me. The wicked one I never acknowledged or came near; the demon only he could see. She bathes me in the blood of solidified suspicions.

Roman didn’t want my empathy.

Roman wanted my cruelty.

“Then are you fucking stupid? If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll make damn sure to have you crying like a little bitch before I even think of letting you cum.” His eyes blackened as he watches my succubuss unhinge her jaw to swallow me whole. “Got it?” He nods quickly. Rapid bursts of air shoot from his nose across the back of my hand. “And lose the fuckin’ attitude.” Removing my hand, I slap him across the mouth; handing myself over to his desires completely.

Having finished binding his wrists and setting them behind his head, I rise from the couch. Standing between his ankles, I unzip my skirt and let it fall to my feet. The muscles in his forearms flex. His tongue peaks between his lips as he gawked at the damp lace between my thighs. Sliding my finger below his chin, I tilt his head until he meets my eyes.

“You know what I want, Roman?” My hand takes home around his throat once again. Now having his full attention, I feel him swallow as he shakes his head. His excitement was palpable. Settling my right knee between his thighs, I nudge it gently against his hard length. His nostrils flare with a sharp inhale. “I want you to watch me get myself off on your thigh.” He groans loudly. I couldn’t tell if it was out of desire, frustration, or a mixture of both but the response delighted me nonetheless. Placing my left knee to the other side of his thigh, I fully seat myself upon him. “Knowing there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

“Fuck.” Slowly grinding against the fabric of his thigh, my lashes flutter at the sensation. A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it. I was dripping wet and could already feel myself swiftly ruining his ostentatiously expensive pants.

“How does it feel Roman? To have me use you like this?“ A whimper meets my ears. His eyes transfixed on my clothed center sliding roughly against his thigh. There was a fire beneath his skin and he was entranced by the sight of kerosene being poured upon it. “To ruin you like this?” His smokey gaze flickers up to mine and I use the moment to grind myself harder against him. The rough friction elicits another moan from me, louder this time. “This is all you’re good for—” My final word comes out in a whine causing Roman to tear into his bottom lip hard enough to draw more blood. “Tell me. How does it feel?” I nudge my knee into his throbbing member once more and the deepest groan ripples through his teeth. His arms jerk against his binds as I use my free hand to sharply twist his nipple. “Answer me!”

“Good! It feels—Fuck.” The sentiment came out hoarse and husky. He shoves his head back into his tied wrists, thrusting himself against my knee. “Feels so f-fuckin’ good.” Digging my thumb into his pulse point, I slide my knee back. He whines; all hopes of friction dashing in an instant.

“No. You don’t get to cum until I say you do. Got it, you demented little fuck?” He’s a whimpering mess beneath me; eyes wide and watery. I wanted to drown myself in the sight and never touch the light of day again.

My thong bunches to the side from the aggression in my movements. Now fully bare against him, a shiver rushes through me as my clit kisses the luxurious fabric of his thigh. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“If you don’t fucking behave I swear to God I’ll leave you like this—tied up and soaking for whoever to find.” The bite in my threats were losing their edge. My voice lost somewhere between a moan and sigh. An impending orgasm flicks it’s tongue at the base of my spine.

“Wouldn’t want it to be your father who finds you like this, would you?” A mangled whine shakes itself from his throat and has me smiling.

The blood seeping from his parted lips seem to glitter under the city light of his windows. I flatten my tongue across his jaw and drag it up his chin until my mouth fills with copper. The taste causes a sigh to slip from my mouth into his.

“You’re close. I-I can feel it.” His voice tight and high-pitched as he starts to slightly bounce his leg. “You’ve f-fucking drenched me.” The jolting of his thigh into my clit has my head falling into his shoulder; grinding harder and faster against him. The nails of my right hand embed themselves into the skin of his waist. A carnal mosaic of the flesh born below my grip. I was at the brink. “I-I wanna feel you cum.” He’s whining as he starts to bounce his leg faster; face buried in my hair. His shaking breath against my cheek has my entire body erupting in goosebumps. “P-please lemme f-feel you cum.” His beg hitches to an even higher pitch. His thigh nearly vibrating under me, desperate pleas rippling through me. Every nerve ending in my body felt ablaze.

It was all too much.

A scream rips from my lungs and I sink my teeth into the flesh of Roman’s shoulder. He tasted of salt and brimstone. My nails frenetically scratch into his skin as my thighs tremble and squeeze. Groans barrel up from his chest to mingle with my own. My release shatters through me with a blinding intensity I had never experienced before. I was overflowing; drenching his thigh to seep into his soul.

The heaving of our chests pressed tightly together slowly lulls me back down again. My fingertips absentmindedly painting shapes into his skin with the blood I’d drawn from his waist. Sparkles of light and voids of soot twirl across my vision. An indention of my teeth remained etched into his shoulder. He shudders when I press a soft kiss onto the bruised skin. My head falling heavy when it replaces my mouth to lean into him.

I’m suddenly reminded of Roman’s own much needed release upon finding his hips desperately grinding circles into empty air. He’s whimpering; body begging. My hand still cradled his throat so I languidly brush my thumb along his pulse point. His heart was racing.

“Do you need to cum, Roman?” A loud, high-pitched whine answers me.

“Please.” The word comes out in a choked sob. “I need—“ He was fighting against his binds, the silk digging painfully into his wrists. “Please.” He frantically presses open mouth kisses into any inch of my skin that he could reach; pleading with glassy eyes. “Please lemme cum.” I leave his throat to gently cup his cheek and smile softly before pulling back from him. “No—“ He stops himself when I thread one hand into his hair and place the other bloodied one atop his chest.

“You gonna cum your pants for me, Romie?” I take my sweet time sliding my palm towards where he needs it most. “Like the needy little slut that you are?” The whispered words were dripping in ghost pepper honey that had him swallowing. “Are you that desperate? That pathetic?”

“Yes.” The answer comes out in a quiet quick rush of air. “Y-yeah, I am.” My hand finally reaches his pulsing length and it twitches beneath my fingers. He immediately ruts against my palm and I squeeze him before jerking his head back.

“Stop.” He clenches his teeth but surprisingly does. Tensing beneath me, using every ounce of self control to still himself. He was trembling beneath my grasp. Frustrated tears caressed his lashes and began streaming down his flushed cheeks. His breath was coming out hard and shallow through flared nostrils.

A memory flashes through my mind: Roman’s captivated stare watching his glistening thumb press into my bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.” Again, he follows my orders instantly. Hovering my face above his, my lips purse with a drop of spit. He catches it with a moan that I immediately kiss into my mouth. “Cum.” My voice drops just above a whisper against his raw lips. “Make a mess of yourself.”

He instantly begins fucking himself roughly into my grip. The heat of his flesh searing me through the fabric. Grunting into my open mouth as I tug his hair into the cushions just below his wrists. His hands opening and closing before locking into tight fists. “Look at me.” His eyes shoot open. “Such a good boy for me.” A familiar emotion swirls through the sliver of hazel around his pupils. His lids flutter as he fought with everything in him to keep himself rooted in my gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Roman.”

His hips shoot from the couch as he explodes and spreads me open across his thigh. The sensation causes my breath to catch in my throat. A gravely yell rips from the deepest parts of himself and tears apart every muscle in my body. He pours everything he has into the fabric beneath my hand with wide eyes never leaving mine. He collapses hard with shuttering breaths; body limp and twitching.

I release him to bring my palm to my lips; the slightest bit damp from him. My tongue paints his taste into my memory with pupils blown. Jaw slack, he watches intently through heavy wet lashes. His muddy eyes fill with that same emotion I had seen from him earlier.

“Lemme taste you.” The request was nearly silent but it rattled me like a wail. If I was any further from him I wouldn’t have heard it, but I did and couldn’t believe he had asked. Lifting my hips slightly, I run two fingers through my sensitive folds and shiver. He immediately takes notice and a ghost of a smile tugs at his lips.

My fingers tremble as they rise towards his mouth. He inhales deeply before parting his lips for me. Slipping into the velvet of his mouth, his eyes flutter shut. His pointed tongue runs up between their gaps before flattening to drag back down. He was savoring every drop as if he were a starved man lost at sea. An involuntary hum reverberates from his throat into my skin and his cheeks seem to darken even more. He playfully bites down with sparkling eyes when I slip my fingers from his warm mouth.

The sight had the blood pounding in my ears beginning their familiar chant: ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’ It overwhelmed me and I couldn’t help but pull him into one last searing kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue had my head spinning. Here on my knees, I prayed to a godless sky that he could taste my heart overflowing into his mouth. Cupping his cheeks in both hands, my thumbs brush away the damp paths left by his previous tears. His forehead suddenly creases beneath mine.

“You okay, Rome?” He shakes my hands from his face and turns away from me. My own brows knot together in worry.

“I’m fine.” His face further contorts upon hearing how his voice cracked. It might as well have cracked my ribs right along with it. He clenches his jaw before gnawing at the inside of his cheek. His hands form into tight fist behind his head. He was trying not to cry again.

My fingers twitch in my lap and it takes everything in me not to wrap him in my arms. Instead, I reach for his wrists and bring them forward. They felt heavy and limp in my hands. Right as I began my attempt at untying them, a small sniffle brings my attention back to Roman’s face.

“It’s okay if you’re not okay, you know?” I try to gently reassure him but it only deepens the tortured disgust in his features.

“I said I’m fucking fine.” The words are spit with a venom that eats through to my bones. Feeling me search his feature has him crumbling before me. Fresh tears immediately start spilling down his cheeks and into the pits of my soul. I couldn’t help but reach for him. He surprisingly lets me cup his cheek, so I gently turn him to face me. His eyes squeeze tighter below my lips as I lightly kiss their corners. The small gesture of affection has a mangled sob ripping from his chest. Fully burying his face into my hand, he lets himself weep into my palm.

Brushing back the strands of hair sticking to his sweat, I feel my own eyes filling with tears. Refusing to let myself cry, I leave his hair to clumsily attempt untying his wrists with one hand but the knot had grown significantly tighter. No doubt from Roman constantly pulling against it all this time.

“Hey, Rome?” He responds with a mangled sound in the back of his throat. A desperate need to comfort and free him started anxiously clawing at my throat. “Listen, I know you’re totally fine and everything but I’m actually not.” His watery eyes glance to me, not registering that I’m joking. “The she demon that possessed me, she—the bitch was a Girl Scout from hell. This knot’s tighter than a goddamn hangman’s noose.” Roman pulls his face from my hand while rapidly blinking. The sounds of grinding metal fill my ears and their smokey scent tickles my nose. I flash him a goofy, albeit nervous, smile and the gears inside his head finally click into place.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” There was no bite to his words, having spoke them through a bemused chuckle. He wipes his nose with back of his hand and inhales the remnants of his vulnerability. Grateful relief balms the scrapes at my neck left by worry’s desperate claws.

His smile falters when I suddenly get up and leave him; it's as if a burst of panic fills his chest. However, when he watches me pick up a pair of scissors and the joggers from his gym bag, I sense the tension in him ease slightly. It's only when I climb back atop his thigh that he appears fully relieved. The weight of my warmth sinking into him seems to ground him.

After tossing his change of pants onto the cushion beside us, I carefully slide the blade under his tie and free him. The silk had dug in painfully, leaving nearly raw indentions in it’s wake. I mentally make a note to check my purse for some soothing lotion later as my fingers lightly brush across his skin. My thumbs begin rubbing into the muscles of his forearms. Roman was studying my face intently.

“These feel okay?” Shaking out his wrists, he rotates them a few times before letting them fall limp in my lap. It was his way of silently asking me to continue with my actions. He had far too much pride to express his desire for such a tender expression.

“Feels fine.” He fights off a shy smile when my hands pick up where they left off, massaging him gently. “My side on the other hand feels like fuckin’ cruise papers with the way ya shredded me.” He chuckles but I could still hear the residual emotion behind it. I lift the corner of his shirt up to take a look. The sight has my stomach instantly dropping; tangled weeds of angry wounds imbedded deep into flesh. Needles of red hot guilt begin sewing threads of shame up my legs. Looking down, I’m greeted with his blood caked under my nails. Memories of violence and words of degradation take ownership of my lungs.

“Fuck Rome…” My voice cracks and I suddenly feel my own tears holding a knife to my throat. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Roman quickly tears the fabric from my grasp and yanks it down.

“Oh shit. No no no no no—fuck fuck fuck.” His panicked expression made me feel so much worse. The canines of an anxiety attack drag up the nape of my neck like a threat. “I—I was fucking kidding!”

“I shouldn’t have d—done that to you. I—I shouldn’t have hit you. I shouldn’t have said—I didn’t—Rome, I didn’t mean them! The words—I—I’m so sor—“

“Oh dear God, would you fuckin’ stop.” He quickly cut me off but I had already dove to the deep end of a molten lava shame spiral.

“I—I made you fucking bleed Roman!” He rolls his eyes. “Multiple times!” His hands slap themselves onto the sides of my face, pressing hard into my cheeks.

“Yeah and you licked it up and it was the sexiest fuckin’—” I couldn’t open my eyes to look at him. If I looked at him I’d most certainly start crying. “I mean, I’m literally fucking drenched in cum right now.” My mouth was set in a hard line but my bottom lip quivered. “Come on now…” Nope, didn’t have to look at him. Turns out his voice alone could send tears falling. “I was kidding! I liked the fuckin’—fuckin’ feral scratchy shit! It was hot! And—and I told you to hit me! I—I wanted it! I wanted you to say all that fuckin’ nasty shit!” His fingers press into my skin harder as if he could force his sentiments to penetrate my skull. “I…I fuckin’ loved it. Like a lot. Okay?” My head was shaking back and forth trying to gain some control over my emotions, shake free of my tears. Roman didn’t know that though. How could he? I wasn’t speaking. He probably thought my actions were just my way of rejecting him. “Please don’t fuckin’ do this.”

My eyes crack open as I remove Roman’s hands from my face. The knotted look of bewilderment etched into his features summons the childhood phantom of my mother. Taking her disembodied palm to slap me across the mouth and rattle me with shrill screams: ‘You need to pull yourself the fuck together!’ I follow suit, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes.

“Promise?” My question came out pathetic and small. I fucking hated it and I fucking hated crying. I’m being fucking ridiculous. Stupid.

“Again, and I can’t stress this enough, soaking in my own cum right now.” His reassurance comes with a laugh that tugs my frown up slightly.

“I just—I’m sorry. It was one thing in the moment but just like… I dunno. I’ve never done anything like that. I—I don’t know what came over me.” My face felt feverish as the backs of my hands wipe the shame staining my cheeks. “Seeing the aftermath just kinda, it just—The thought of actually hurting you makes me feel fucking sick, Rome.” I feel the back of Roman’s knuckle brush away the tears I had missed. Chancing a look at his face gifted me the softest expression I had ever seen from him. “I never want to cause you any real harm.” My voice sounded almost foreign, weak with emotion and vulnerability. Where did all my bravado go? Oh yeah, it’s dripping down my thighs.

“Well you didn’t, alright? I’m fine. Like completely. A-o-fuckin’-kay over here.” He throws me the okay symbol and tries offering me a reassuring smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“But you were crying, Rome.” The smile instantly drops.

“That? No, I wasn’t—“ He shakes his head before scratching at his jaw. “It—it wasn’t because of that.” My brows furrow, and he groans, hands dragging down his face. “Look, I didn’t—I don’t—fuck!” He shakes his fingers through his hair and looks as if he’s about to rip it out. Refusing to meet my eyes, his stare finally settles on my hands lying face up in my lap. “It was your fuckin’—your hands, okay? It was your fuckin’ hands.” My eyes fall from his face and focus on the blood staining my fingertips. So it really was because I hit him. “The way you—“ He sighs. “The way you held me.” Oh. His head falls back as a long frustrated groan escapes him, eyes searching for heaven in the ceiling. “I dunno, okay? It just felt—it felt—“ He couldn’t finish. His eyes fall shut before he continues, his voice even quieter than before. “All I could think about was how you had looked at me.” I swallow before whispering just as quietly as he.

“How did I look at you?”

“I don’t know.” His voice grew thick with emotion once again. He shakes his head and finally meets my eyes; looking so defeated and sad. His pain bled me. “You’re always fuckin’ lookin’ at me like—like—“ Again, he can’t finish. He clenches his jaw like a threat towards the words caught in his throat.

“Like I love you?” His eyes squeeze shut and he turns his face from me once again; hiding himself from my words. I watch him clench and unclench his jaw until courage clenches my own. “Because I do love you, Roman.” Every muscle in his body seemed to tense beneath me, but I couldn’t stop my feelings from shattering their shackles. They’d been locked up for so long that their first taste of freedom sends them sprinting. “I love you so fucking much.” He clenches his fists, still unable to open his eyes and look at me.

I let myself lean into him and lay my head onto his shoulder. His fist start to unfurl and he lets his head fall against mine. A shuddering breath leaves him and he buries his face into my hair, hands tentatively resting on my hips. We sit in silence as I listen to his breathing slowly steadying. Once it had nearly returned to normal, I feel his lips gently press into my temple.

“I love you too.” The words were murmured into me, a heavy sigh follows after them. “You have no fucking idea.” The wilted buds of my heart and mind begin to bloom. My arms wrap themselves around him and squeeze him to me tightly. He reluctantly wraps his arms around me as well; slowly tightening his embrace until he’s clinging to my soul. Turning my head I press a kiss into the side of his throat and hear him sigh once again; the weight between us was dissipating.

“I’m sorry for freaking out earlier.” The words he had stuttered out when trying to calm me drift to the forefront of my mind. “I—I liked it too.” The warmth of his skin embraces my shy confession. “What we did together, I mean.” I hear him snort and it has me smiling against him. The air was feeling lighter.

“I’d fuckin’ say so, ya fuckin’ banshee. You shoulda seen how fuckin’ hard you came. I mean—Jesus Christ, you were fuckin’ feral.” I hide my face further into his neck but can’t help the laughter that bubbles up from me. “And now you act all fuckin’ bashful and shit? How the fuck does that even work? You literally tied me up and road my thigh like a buckin’ bronco.” I bite his throat and my body shakes from his laughter vibrating through me.

“Fuck you! I’m complex.”

“Yeah, no shit.” He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls me back to face him. “You’re fuckin’ insane, you know that?” He was smiling as he said it. “You drive me fucking insane.”

“The feelings mutual.” His smile only widens and he bounces his leg. I yelp in surprise, frantically gripping at his arms to maintain balance. He’s giggling uncontrollably. “You’re a sick fuck, Roman Roy.”

“Ooo round two already, thigh master?” He bounces his leg again. I try to slap his chest but he catches my wrist with his freehand and pulls me into a kiss I’m never going to forget. It was different than all the ones we had shared prior. This one was so much softer, so much gentler. Our foreheads rest against one another. His smile against my lips illuminates every crevice once void of light; I was loved.

#this used to be 10k words lol #I’ve rewritten it soooo many times #Roman Roy #Succession #Succession HBO #roman roy smut #roman roy x reader #roman roy one shot #roman roy fanfic #roman roy imagine #succession smut #succession fanfic #succession imagine #succession one shot #mine #can’t believe I’m following up kittens & perverts w/ this filth lmao #it still doesn’t feel perfect but she’s about to confiscate the phone from me if I keep rewriting this lol #cruelty & empathy

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greensagephase · 2 years ago

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Double Trouble (One - Shot Miguel O'Hara 18+)

Pairing: 2099 Miguel O'Hara X Female Reader X Variant Miguel O'Hara Summary: You live a normal life in a different dimension with your own version of Miguel but one day Miguel from Earth-928 shows up, leading to interesting times. Word Count: 2.574 Warnings: p in v, oral (male receiving), nipple play (f), fingering, this has no plot, MINORS DNI Masterlist

You live in your dimension with your own version of Miguel. Your Miguel is sweet and kind, and a perfect lover. You have been dating for three years now and you have the feeling that soon enough he will propose, though you’re in no hurry. You feel secure in your relationship and you two love each other. You live in an apartment with Miguel and have a comfortable life. You work from home and Miguel works at Alchemax as a geneticist.

Your lives are perfectly normal, happy, and comfortable until one day another Miguel enters your apartment. You immediately notice this man, while he looks like your Miguel, is not your Miguel. He has a more serious look on his face and he’s far more muscular than your Miguel. After he scares you by grabbing and holding you against the wall, you manage to calm him down until he lets you go. You comfort him with your soothing voice, telling him that whatever is going on in his head is okay despite your own fear of what was happening.

There was another Miguel and you didn’t know how that was even possible. As you calm this stranger, you coax some facts from him. He eventually reveals to you that he came from another dimension.

“Earth-928. The year is 2099,” he tells you.

It takes a few minutes for you to wrap your brain around this but the concept of a multiverse is not something completely unknown to you as your Miguel is a scientist and he has talked about other scientists playing with the idea of a possible multiverse.

You offer food and comfort to this 2099 Miguel, feeling sadness for him as he tells you a bit more about his life and the reason he showed up to your dimension. He realized there was a variant of him, your Miguel, here and something had come over him. He explained he was in your apartment before he could stop himself. You can’t help but want to ease his pain and stress, being unable to turn him away as he looks like your Miguel, for the most part. You notice 2099 Miguel is more muscular and he explains it’s because of his job. You nod when he tells you that. Your Miguel is pretty muscular, too, but because he works out. You can’t imagine the heavy work 2099 Miguel must do to have those laterals.

When your own Miguel arrives, 2099 Miguel is still there. There is shock and confusion from your Miguel as he sees nearly an exact clone of himself sitting on the couch, drinking tea.

You explain everything to your Miguel as the other one nods occasionally. 2099 Miguel can’t help but feel something for you as you explain to your own Miguel how this happened. You’re so understanding and sweet, making him long even more for the life your Miguel has. He has you, and 2099 Miguel wishes he did, too.

After his own shock, your Miguel just sits nearby. His mind whirls with thoughts as he processes what he has heard and seeing as he stares at himself. As a scientist, he’s in awe with the story but he also feels odd about one of his own versions showing up. He wonders what exactly this Miguel wants, showing up at like that out of nowhere.

You cannot help but feel bad for this other version of your boyfriend. You invite 2099 Miguel for dinner the next day, not knowing why. You tell your boyfriend later that night, when 2099 Miguel is gone, that you just feel bad for him and it’s something nice the two of you could do for his variant.

2099 Miguel shows up for dinner the next day. At the end of that dinner, he’s invited again for next week. It becomes a thing. Once a week 2099 Miguel shows up for dinner at your apartment. Miguel, 2099 Miguel, and you hang out and have dinner. Miguel and you listen with fascination to the stories that 2099 Miguel has from his own universe, while he seems pleased to have someone enjoy his stories.

Months pass and your friendship grows. Sometimes 2099 Miguel shows up in the middle of the day when you’re working from home. Thanks to your job, you can chat with him for an hour or so before he has to head back to his universe. Your own Miguel finds 2099 Miguel interesting as they’re both scientists and the reluctance of your Miguel dissipates as he, too, begins to feel compassion for his own variant.

So, everything is going great. There’s a friendship. You all have a great time and look forward to the weekly dinner.

It’s until one night that the three of you are drinking and that things take a turn. You end up in your bedroom, lying at the edge of the bed as the two Miguels stand over you. They’re both looking down at you, their eyes filled with lust. As you look up at them, you feel heat spread through your body.

Before you know it, the three of you are completely naked and both men are touching you. Their hands roam your body, exploring different parts of your body, overwhelming your mind as it struggles to keep up with their touches.

You stand between them, your back pressed to your Miguel as 2099 Miguel’s body is pressed to your front. You can feel their cocks touching your skin and you can’t help but take a peek at 2099 Miguel’s, noticing it’s slightly larger than your Miguel’s but they are roughly the same size. The idea of the two of them makes your pussy even more wet.

You feel your Miguel’s hands on your breasts now as he begins to play with your nipples. You moan softly, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Look how pretty you look,” 2099 Miguel whispers, as he leans closer to your face, his fingers grazing your chin. “You enjoy that?” he asks, referring to having your nipples played with.

You open your eyes as you hear his deep voice and feel his hot breath on your face. You nod, unable to speak at the sensations your body is experiencing right now.

“She loves it, right, hermosa?” your Miguel asks in a whisper, as he leans down and kisses the side of your neck.

As your Miguel fondles with your nipples and presses kisses to the side of your neck, 2099 Miguel’s hands are now resting on your hips, sliding down the sides. They remain there while he leans down and kisses you, biting your lower lip gently afterward. His hands move down, until one of them reaches your slit. You gasp softly at his touch.

Your body is already beginning to feel overwhelmed as your Miguel is still playing with your nipples, twisting and tugging at them and now 2099 Miguel’s fingers are sliding up and down your slit. A loud moan escapes your mouth as you feel him press a finger.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” 2099 Miguel mutters as he kisses your chin. “You’re ready for us, bonita?”

“Let me see, Miguel,” your Miguel says, and you open your eyes just in time to see 2099 Miguel show his long finger to Miguel. You can see your wetness glistening on his finger.

“Hermosa, you are enjoying this, baby?” your Miguel asks, and you nod, your mind foggy with need.

The two men continue to kiss you in different areas. Your neck, your face, your lips, your shoulders, and back. 2099 Miguel takes your hands and kisses them softly before you feel his free hand slide down your body until he reaches your heat. He kisses your lips gently before he slips a finger into you, making you jolt against your Miguel in both pleasure and surprise.

“Miguel,” you moan softly.

“You sound so pretty moaning our name, bonita,” 2099 Miguel says as he starts pumping his long, thick finger into your squelching pussy.

The sensations of having both your nipples played with while being fingered is already so overwhelming to your senses that you begin to back into your Miguel, trying to escape 2099 Miguel’s touch but your Miguel’s body is like an iron wall. You cannot escape 2099 Miguel’s fingering and when you open your eyes, he’s looking down at you with a smirk, pleased to see that his touch is already too much for you. He caresses your face for a second as he continues to pump his finger into you before he surprisingly slides another one.

“Fuc-“ you start but are unable to finish as your head lands on 2099 Miguel’s chest now. Your hands are on his bare abdomen, trying to keep yourself steady as he pumps his fingers into you faster. The men watch and hears your moans of pleasure before they step away from you. You whimper as 2099 Miguel pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty.

“Please,” you say as you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices.

“Que rico sabes, bonita,” 2099 Miguel tells you, still cleaning his fingers, before each man takes one of your wrists, carefully tugging you to the bed.

You’re immediately told to get on all fours before you hear the men whispering to themselves. You’re so needy for them, you don’t really pay attention to what they say. All you know is that your Miguel is suddenly behind you, slapping his cock on your ass before he grabs your arms, tugging you back into his chest. This gives 2099 Miguel the opportunity to slide into bed and position himself, his legs parting to give you space to settle between them. When your Miguel lets go of your arms, you get on all fours again, understanding what the agreement between the men was. When you get into position, 2099 Miguel’s cock is right in front of your face.

You don’t even try to hide the fact that you’re looking at it and 2099 Miguel smirks as he sees your face. You feel like your mouth is watering at the sight of it, and suddenly all you want is for your Miguel to take you from behind as you suck 2099 Miguel’s cock.

Your wish comes true as your Miguel rubs his cock on your slit, covering it in your wetness.

“Fuck, hermosa, you’re dripping wet,” your Miguel groans as he feels your pussy’s wetness. “Are you gonna be a good girl for us, baby?”

You nod, too overwhelmed to respond but 2099 Miguel reaches for your face, gripping your chin gently.

“You have to say it, bonita. Can you handle the two of us?”

“Yes, yes. I can take it,” you answer eagerly and 2099 Miguel nods, giving your chin a gentle squeeze.

Your Miguel rubs his cock on your slit one more time before he pushes the tip in, making the two of you moan before he slides the rest in with no effort. He begins to slide in and out of you, making him grunt behind you as he supports himself by grabbing your ass.

2099 Miguel’s hand is still on your chin, he’s watching you for now, enjoying the sight of you getting fucked by… basically himself. His eyes scan your face, and he has a cheeky grin as his eyes fall on your closed eyes and parted lips. He eventually squeezes your chin again, making you open your eyes. You meet his eyes before your gaze falls on his large cock. 2099 Miguel can’t help but look at your pretty mouth and wonder how you’ll look with your mouth wrapped around his cock. The moment your eyes see his tip oozing with pre-cum, you immediately lower your head. You lick the tip, cleaning the pre-cum from his tip, earning yourself a low moan from him. As your Miguel fucks your pussy from behind, you begin to suck 2099 Miguel’s cock, taking as much as you can into your mouth.

Despite wanting to close your eyes in pleasure, you keep them open and stare at 2099 Miguel as you suck his cock. He’s grunting your name softly with his head thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck, bonita, así," he praises you as his hand finds its way to your head. He slides his fingers into your hair, taking a handful of it to move your head to his preference.

You continue to suck his cock, feeling his tip at the back of your throat now. Tears begin to form in your eyes, especially as he begins to bop your head lower, making you take more of him. The sensations of your warm, and drooling mouth makes 2099 Miguel grunt even louder. Your mouth feels so good around his big cock that he begins to lift his hips. You moan as you feel his cock hit the back of your throat even more now.

“So beautiful, hermosa. You feel so fucking good for us,” your Miguel grunts from behind, as he pounds faster into your wet pussy now, hearing you and 2099 Miguel getting closer.

The room is filled with obscene sounds. Their loud grunts and praises for you taking them so well fills your ears. You can also hear the sound of flesh to flesh as your ass repeatedly makes contact with Miguel’s thighs as he thrusts into you. In exchange, your moans, trapped in your throat as your mouth is full of 2099 Miguel’s cock, is music to their ears.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to reach your peak. You come on Miguel’s cock and both Miguels finish in your holes, filling them with their warm, thick cum. Your body collapses over 2099 Miguel as you swallow his load, exhausted. You feel the men caress your body as they praise you, while panting.

“Better recover, hermosa,” your Miguel tells you lovingly, watching his cum leak out of your pussy. “That was just round one. It’s Miguel’s turn with your pussy. And I get that pretty mouth of yours.”

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You wake up the next morning, feeling exhausted but awoken by delightful sensations. You feel wetness on your breasts and when you open your eyes, you find both Miguels resting their heads on your chest as each one sucks one of your nipples. You moan softly as they release your nipples almost at the same time with a loud pop.

“Good morning, hermosa,” your Miguel says, using his usual nickname for you.

“Hope you slept good, bonita,” 2099 Miguel says, with a teasing smile.

You lay between them as they are still pretty much all over you. You begin to remember everything that happened last night, and you feel embarrassed and worried about what your Miguel will say but as you look at him, he doesn’t seem mad. In fact, both men look comfortable with each other, and you can’t help but wonder if they talked before you woke up.

“Um – good morning,” you say, reaching for the bed sheets to cover yourself, suddenly feeling self-conscious as you lay there with your exposed chest.

But it’s to no avail because both Miguels reach for the bed sheets, tugging them out of your grip and throwing them to the end of the bed, revealing the rest of your naked body, and theirs, too.

Your eyes immediately land on their cocks, already hard and ready for you.

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Translation for Italicized words: Hermosa - gorgeous Bonita – pretty, beautiful Que rico sabes – You taste so good Así - Like that

Can't believe I thought of this during family dinner time. I'm not seeing the pearly gates 🥲Also, first time writing smut despite reading it since a teenager lol. Miguel O'Hara, what have you done to me?!😭

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara scenarios #spiderman 2099 #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel spiderman #across the spiderver fanfiction #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n

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eu-nicola · 1 year ago

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Strong Love - Enzo Vogrincic x Reader

summary: Enzo makes a bold decision to save his relationship after rumors of infidelity spread. warnings: without

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You have been in London recording a film for a month now. You initially planned to travel with your boyfriend, Enzo. However, unforeseen circumstances kept him back in his home country, managing interviews for his new film and other commitments. Soon, your name flooded social media, not for your movie but due to a particular photo everyone was tagging you in.

It was Enzo with his ex-girlfriend, Sofia, seemingly happy and together on the streets at night. The moment you saw it, confusion and pain set in. You wanted to believe it was a mistake, but the evidence was there. Unable to gather the strength to confront him in person, you sent him a text message, desperately seeking an explanation.

On the other side, Enzo anxiously stared at his phone, feeling the tension building up as he contemplated your message. "I saw the photos, Enzo, and I need you to explain what's going on," your message read. The realization of the photo's error struck Enzo, and he feared you wouldn't believe him.

As you noticed his delayed response, you tried to focus on your work on the film set. A mix of emotions overwhelmed you, from surprise to anguish. The images of Enzo and Sofia haunted your thoughts, creating a knot of insecurity and sadness. While attempting to concentrate, you awaited the answers Enzo was willing to provide.

Enzo, understanding the gravity of the situation, desperately sought to explain. When you finally checked your phone, you saw his rushed messages justifying the encounter. Amidst the filming chaos, you struggled to concentrate and process the flood of notifications that made you feel powerless and hurt.

"Love, you need to know it wasn't what it seemed. I ran into Sofia on the street by chance, and we only talked for a moment. There were no hidden intentions, I promise."

"Sofia is part of the past; you are my present and future. I made a mistake not anticipating how it could affect you, and I take full responsibility. I am willing to do whatever it takes to fix this because you are the most important thing to me."

"I know the photos may seem compromising, but I'm being honest with you. It was an unexpected coincidence. I'm sorry; I love you."

You loved him, and you knew he was being honest, but it didn't ease the pain, especially considering Sofia's past harassment when you first started dating.

"Enzo, the photos are hard to ignore, but I appreciate your honesty. I need time to process it all. I'm hurt, but I want to believe in you. We need to talk when I return." There were still a few months left until your return, but if he was truly willing to fix things, you hoped he would understand and wait.

Enzo, feeling overwhelmed by the distance and the anxiety of waiting, made a bold decision after days of reflection. He decided he couldn't wait months to resolve things and was determined to fight for you.

Within a few days, without saying a word, Enzo arranged a flight to London. Landing in the bustling city, his heart pounded with nervousness about your unexpected reaction.

That same afternoon, a few hours before you finished filming, he appeared on the set, searching for you everywhere, asking everyone where you were, and the consistent response was, "in her dressing room." When he finally found your dressing room and knocked on the door, you opened it, thinking it would be anyone but him. Seeing him, you were completely surprised.

"Enzo, what are you doing here?" you asked, a mix of disbelief and excitement.

"I'm sorry; I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to see you, talk to you face to face. Explanations and apologies aren't enough through messages," he replied, determination in his eyes.

You were moved by the fact that he flew there just to see you, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. He continued, "I made a mistake; I shouldn't have talked to her, and I'm willing to face the consequences. But I'm also willing to fight for us, to show with actions that this is what I want most in my life, that I love you."

After hours of conversation and shared tears, you forgave Enzo because you truly loved him and saw that each of his words was sincere. During that time, he stayed with you, and despite the rumors, you paid them no attention. Every day, you both seemed more in love than ever, and everyone noticed.

After some time, you returned home, and the return flight felt different; you were better, and you liked that. You didn't know how things would unfold, but something inside you told you that everything would be okay.

#fanfic #oneshot #imagine #x reader #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader

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the-mandawhor1an · 9 months ago

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My favorite pillow - Jackson!Joel Miller x Reader drabble

disclaimer: the picture above is to set the mood, you can imagine reader to look however you want

Tags: Safe for work! Established relationship; Joel is riddled with guilt; lots of cuddling; pet names; reader’s gender isn’t specified but they have boobs; Reader is basically Joel’s plushie; angst! and fluff; one allusion to sex but it’s tame I swear

Synopsis: Joel feels the weight of guilt clouding his mind one evening. You feel the weight of him over you, trying to soothe his worries.

Words: 900

A/N: Unbeta'd; The teaser trailer is to blame here. also, thank @djarins-wife for screaming at me in the DMs after the trailer dropped and motivating me to turn this:

“I need him. on top of me, engulfed in a death grip cuddle, head on my chest and I can play with his hair and he tells me about all of his worries 😭”

into a drabble

Divider as always by @saradika-graphics

It’s an evening like any other, you think. Things have been a bit different since Joel and Ellie returned, but today seems to be a particularly bad day for him. You had dinner and now you’re in bed, cuddled into his side while he draws small circles on your back. As much as you want to fall asleep and feel yourself drift off, something about Joel bothers you. The way his digits brush over your skin, his breathing that is steady but somehow labored.

You lift your heavy eyelids and nuzzle more into his chest. “Joel?” you ask him gently. He answers with a “Mh?” but his voice cracks. Carefully, you sit up straight and detach from his warm body. The barely lit room doesn’t offer much for you to see, but his head is faced away from you. “Joel, look at me. What’s going on?”

After a short while of hesitation, he faces you. The moonlight enters the room just right for you to see some tears sparkling in his eyes. Your heart aches. What could worry him so much that he would lie there in silence and just… hurt?

“Baby what’s wrong?” you ask again and gently place a hand on his heart. “Nothin’, I’m fine,” he tries to brush you off. With a tilted head you shoot him a more prying look in hopes to make him tell you.

With a sigh you lie down on your back and pat on your chest. “C’mere big boy, tell me what’s bothering you.” He sighs deeply himself and turns over. Two giant hands bury under your back as he rests his body on top of you. His head lands on your chest, his torso presses you into the mattress.

“I don’t understand why I feel so awful about saving Ellie…” he begins. You place one hand on his back, the other on his head to dip your fingers into the silver-brown curls. You play with his hair as he closes his eyes.

“Well, what goes through your head when you think about it?” you ask.

“I – I don’t know,” he sighs. “When Marlene told me Ellie would die in the process, I just saw red.” You feel him tense up as the memories replay in his mind. He pulls himself closer into your embrace. “She could’a saved the world but that means I would lose her.” You feel his chest press into yours as his breathing becomes heavier.

“I can’t lose her, I can’t let go. Fuck,” he starts sobbing, every little hiccup hurts you, not physically but emotionally. “I couldn’t lose another daughter. Sarah was my baby and I was unable to protect her,” he continues as you feel his tears on your skin. You caress his back and keep combing your fingers through his hair, but you stay silent.

“I thought… having gotten used to this shithole of a world would make it easier for me to look after Ellie. I failed. She’ll hate me for lying to her.” You bend your neck to place a kiss on the top of his hair. “She’ll leave when she finds out. When she realizes I wasn’t strong enough to let her go, to sacrifice herself for a fuckin’ maybe.”

It’s obvious it weighs him down, it destroys him. You let him cry in your arms, not doing much beside gently running your fingers along his scalp. If he needs to get all of that out, you want him to feel safe to do so. Joel isn’t one to show emotions like this often, he feels like it makes him appear weak. He can be weak with you, vulnerable.

After a few minutes of Joel just sobbing into your chest, his breathing steadies and he finds his voice again. “I’m sorry. I’m a mess and an awful father.” You shake your head. “Stop it, you’re neither. You did what any father would do, protect his child.” “I hope she sees it the same way.”

Your fingers trail down to his face and you caress his cheek. “Will you tell her?” “Maybe one day, I don’t know” With an unsteady sigh that still reminds you of his sobbing, he nuzzles into you once again.

“Am I too heavy?” he asks. It’s like he just now realizes that he’s been lying on you for the last minutes. “It’s fine,” you remind him with a smug expression. “Ain’t the first time you’re on top of me.” His face turns toward you, an equally smug grin on his. “Won’t be the last either, Sugar.”

“Does that mean you feel better, Baby?” You ask hesitantly. If he’s up for joking he has to feel somewhat okay. “Think so. Keep forgettin’ how good cuddling feels,” he murmurs. “I love it when you hug me like a pillow,” you tell him. And he does indeed hug his pillows like that. It was amusing when you saw him nestled into it like that for the first time.

“You’re my favorite pillow,” he nods. “Well, right now you’re not really pillowed by anything,” you comment. Technically, his head rests on your sternum, his face is almost buried in one of your boobs.

“My face is,” he grumbles into your breast and places a kiss on your skin. “Okay, okay,” you sigh. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Do you want to stay like this?”

“If I may.”

“Of course you do.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Baby.”

#Joel Miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller drabble #afab reader #joel miller x you #joel Miller angst #Joel miller fluff

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xoxorealitygalore · 2 months ago

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Midnight Dreams 2

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson x Black OC

Summary: Dwayne has secretly loved Snow for years, and as his feelings deepen, Snow begins to realize that Dwayne might be the love of her life.

Taglist: @bratzzzdoll @christinabae @magnificentbouquetmusic @lizzycaraballo-blog @ryecosse @isabella-2025 @bloodlineslut @she-is-a-saucey

Chapter One

It had been nearly 36 hours since the evening everything changed. Since the evening Snow finally admitted to herself and Dwayne that she was in love with him. The evening they kissed, and in that simple, tender moment, they sealed a bond that had always been there, unspoken yet undeniable.

Dwayne had dropped her off at her place afterward, his heart soaring, his mind filled with images of a future with the woman he’d secretly loved for years. But for Snow, it was a different story.

She had been torn. The admission had been so raw, so overwhelming, that she wasn’t sure what to do with herself afterward. The words had slipped out before she could stop them, and in that moment, they felt right. But as the silence stretched between them in the hours after, doubts began to creep in. Was this the right thing? What if things didn’t work out? What if admitting her feelings for Dwayne had been a mistake?

For Dwayne, the uncertainty was inconceivable. He had waited so long for this moment, and in his eyes, it was the beginning of everything. He was happy, elated even, to know that Snow felt the same way about him. He was ready to move forward, to begin a new chapter with her. But what Snow didn’t know, what no one knew was that this new relationship scared her more than anything. She couldn’t lose Dwayne. But how could she ever risk it?

For the first time in years, Snow found herself lying awake at night, consumed by the weight of the uncertainty that had settled in her heart. Her thoughts turned in endless circles, replaying that kiss over and over, wondering if she had made the right choice. What if things went wrong? What if this new reality changed everything between them? What if they couldn’t go back to being just friends?

The silence between them had started innocently enough. The night they kissed, Snow hadn’t texted or called Dwayne once. The following morning, she had turned her phone off to avoid the inevitable conversation that would follow. She was unsure, overwhelmed, and afraid of what admitting her feelings would mean for their friendship. She needed time to process everything, to sort through her emotions, and to figure out whether taking this next step was truly what she wanted.

But Dwayne, for all his understanding and patience, was growing frustrated. It wasn’t like Snow to retreat into silence. They’d been through too much together, and shared too many experiences, to let something as simple as uncertainty tear them apart. He had been patient for years, waiting for Snow to realize that they were meant to be more than friends and now that she finally had, he wasn’t about to let fear hold her back.

In his mind, 36 hours was enough. He wasn’t going to sit around and wait for Snow to figure it out. Not after everything they had been through. Not after everything they had just shared.

When he pulled up to her house that afternoon, his jaw clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, he knew he wasn’t going to leave until he had answers. He wasn’t going to let Snow push him away, not now, not when they were so close to something real.

Snow was sitting in the living room, staring at her phone, unable to summon the strength to make the call. She knew Dwayne would be trying to reach her. He had been texting, calling, and sending message after message. And messages that were becoming increasingly desperate as the hours passed. But Snow couldn’t bring herself to respond. She couldn’t find the right words to explain the turmoil she felt inside. How could she tell him that she was afraid of losing him? How could she explain that everything she had ever wanted was now so close, yet so terrifying? She wanted to be with him. She did. But she also knew how fragile things could be. The risk of everything falling apart terrified her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with him. It was just… everything. The pressure of changing their relationship from friendship to something more, the vulnerability she felt in doing so, was all too much. What if this was a fantasy? What if they were both swept up in the idea of being together, only to find that the reality didn’t live up to their expectations? What if the bond they shared was better left untainted by romantic feelings?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. It was a sharp, insistent knock, one that had Snow’s heart racing in her chest. She stood up, her legs shaking as she approached the door, and when she opened it, she found Dwayne standing there, his posture stiff with tension.

“Dwayne…” she began, but her voice trailed off as she took in the angry look on his face.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his tone low, but unmistakably firm. “I’ve tried calling you. I’ve tried texting. You haven’t answered once.” His jaw clenched, and Snow could see the frustration burning behind his eyes. “You can’t just drop a bombshell like that and then disappear, Snow. You can’t just leave me hanging.”

Snow opened her mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in her throat. She hadn’t realized how badly Dwayne was taking it, how much he had expected things to change after she’d confessed. She didn’t know how to make him understand.

“I’m not avoiding you,” she said finally, her voice quieter now. “I just… I need time to think. This is a big change, Dwayne. I don’t know if I’m ready to just jump into something new.”

Dwayne shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s not ‘something new,’ Snow,” he said, his voice edged with frustration. “We’ve been through everything together. Do you think I don’t know how much this means? But you can’t shut me out like this. I’ve waited years for you to realize that I love you, and now that you’ve said it, now that you’ve kissed me, you just… disappear?” He let out a frustrated breath. “No. I’m not doing that. I’m not waiting anymore.”

Snow stepped back, feeling the weight of his words crash down on her. His intensity, his anger, it was all so overwhelming. But beneath the anger, she could see the hurt in his eyes, the vulnerability that had always been there, the fear that maybe she didn’t feel the same way anymore.

“I’m not saying I don’t want this,” Snow said quietly, her eyes meeting his. “I’m just… I’m scared, Dwayne. I’m scared of what happens next. What if this ruins everything? What if we can’t go back to being friends if it doesn’t work out?”

Dwayne’s face softened, the anger fading as he stepped closer to her. “You think we can’t work through it? Do you think we can’t handle whatever comes next? Snow, we’ve been through everything together. We’ve survived every storm. This is no different.”

“But it is different,” Snow whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s different because if we mess this up, I can’t lose you. I can’t lose my best friend.”

Dwayne reached for her, his hands gently cupping her face. “You won’t lose me, Snow,” he said softly. “I promise you. You won’t lose me.”

Tears welled in Snow’s eyes as she let out a shaky breath. “But what if it’s not enough? What if we can’t make it work?”

“We will make it work,” Dwayne said, his voice firm and full of certainty. “We’re stronger than that. We’ve always been stronger than that. If we can’t make this work, then we weren’t meant to be in the first place. But Snow, I don’t think that’s the case. I think we’ve always been meant to be more than friends. I think we’ve always been meant to be together.”

Snow’s breath hitched in her throat. The way he looked at her, with so much conviction, so much love and it was all too much. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to let go of her fear and just fall into his arms, to trust that everything would be okay. But part of her still couldn’t shake the doubt.

“I’m scared,” she whispered again. “I’m so scared.”

Dwayne leaned forward, his forehead resting against hers. “I know, Snow. I know. But I’m not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”

For the first time in 36 hours, Snow felt herself begin to relax. The tension that had been gnawing at her chest started to ease as Dwayne’s presence washed over her, his promise echoing in her mind. She wasn’t sure how everything would turn out. She wasn’t sure what the future held. But at that moment, with Dwayne’s arms around her, she knew one thing for certain.

She wasn’t ready to let him go.

And maybe she was ready to leap into the unknown with him.

Snow woke up slowly, her body still heavy with the remnants of sleep, but the first sensation that hit her wasn’t the comfort of the warm blankets. Dwayne's arms' solid presence around her constricted her like a vise, pulling her closer than she thought possible. His grip was tight, almost desperate, like he feared she might disappear. The weight of his arms, the warmth of his chest against hers, made it hard to breathe.

She tried to wriggle free, to slip away from his suffocating hold, but his arms only tightened around her, securing her even more firmly in place. "Dwayne," Snow murmured, her voice muffled by the solid barrier of his chest. She repeated his name, louder this time, frustration edging her tone.

When that failed to make any difference, she buried her face deeper into the warmth of his chest and bit down, lightly, just enough to get his attention. It was a playful move, but it had the desired effect. Dwayne let out a startled yelp, his grip loosening just enough for Snow to wriggle her way free.

“Come on, Snow, you could’ve just woken me up with a kiss,” he teased, his voice sleep-heavy but still carrying that familiar playful tone she had come to cherish.

“This is not Sleeping Beauty, I gotta pee,” Snow shot back, the sharpness of her words breaking through the haze of morning grogginess. Dwayne laughed softly as he released her entirely, and Snow didn’t waste a moment. She rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, relieved to finally get some space and freedom.

Dwayne, ever the curious observer, followed her, slipping into the bathroom behind her, though he had no immediate intention of using it himself. As Snow handled her business, Dwayne began brushing his teeth, as if it was just another normal part of their day, another step in their long, shared routine. It had always been like this. They had known each other for years, their friendship grounded in comfort, a constant presence that was almost too familiar.

Yet now, things felt different. The admission of feelings, the acknowledgment of their changing dynamic, hung in the air between them. Snow realized, as she stood there in the bathroom, that this new reality. This evolution of their relationship was something she hadn’t quite fully processed.

“Oh God, now that we’re something, I completely understand how weird our friendship was. There is no way I would be okay with my man doing this,” she muttered to herself, her words half-spoken and half-absorbed in the sound of the running water as Dwayne splashed his face.

Dwayne, hearing her, gave her a puzzled look as he finished rinsing off his face. “First of all, we’re more than something,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a hint of playful challenge in his tone. “And yeah, our exes might’ve been right about how close we are,” he added, wiping his face with a towel. He paused for a moment, considering her words. “But you know what? I don’t care. This feels right. You and me.”

Snow, still caught up in the shift of emotions and the realization of just how intertwined their lives had become, flushed the toilet and began removing her pajamas. The fabric slipped away from her skin, and she stepped into the shower, the warm water a balm for her scattered thoughts.

As the water cascaded over her, Dwayne watched from the doorway, his eyes lingering on her form for a moment longer than he knew he should. He was aware of the boundaries they were toeing now, the delicate line between friendship and something more. He wasn’t about to push too hard, but in his heart, Dwayne knew he had to put in the work. Snow was hesitant, afraid to give all of herself to him, afraid of what commitment might mean for them. But he had made up his mind. He wasn’t going to let her slip away.

“I’m gonna go cook us some breakfast,” he announced, his voice low but steady.

Snow called after him, her voice light and teasing, “Okay, I want waffles.”

He smiled at her request, knowing full well he’d make her something far more extravagant. He turned and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Breakfast was something he had always taken pride in, and he knew that a good meal might be just what Snow needed to start the day.

In the kitchen, Dwayne’s culinary skills went into full swing. He cooked up a savory crab cake eggs benedict, some freshly toasted wheat bread, tender sirloin steak, perfectly scrambled egg whites, oatmeal with a touch of cinnamon, fresh papaya, and, of course, peanut butter and jelly English muffins. By the time Snow made her way downstairs, Dwayne had set the table, the array of food filling the room with its delicious aroma.

Snow, dressed in a moss green hoodie and matching bike shorts, with her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail and no makeup on, beamed at the spread before her. “Yummy,” she said, bouncing on her heels, clearly delighted by the effort Dwayne had put into making breakfast.

They sat down, and as they dug into the meal, Dwayne asked, “So, what are your plans for the day?”

Snow chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “Aside from answering emails, attending a couple of Zoom meetings, and making some calls? I think I’m staying inside for the day.”

“And what’s your plan for the day?” Snow asked, taking a sip of her juice.

“Stay here, up under you,” Dwayne answered, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Snow smiled, the idea of Dwayne staying close to her all day making her heart flutter unexpectedly. “Oh really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” Dwayne said, “I’m not leaving your house at all today. So, we’ll be in each other’s faces all day.”

Snow’s lips curled into a little smile, a blush creeping up her neck. “I hope you don’t get tired of me,” she said softly.

“Never,” Dwayne replied with certainty, and Snow could hear the sincerity in his voice.

After they finished breakfast, they moved to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes together. The act was simple, almost domestic in its familiarity, and it felt right. As they finished, Dwayne excused himself to take a shower, while Snow retreated to her home office.

Snow checked her schedule for the day, her first appointment being a call with WWE creatives. She hadn’t wrestled since early 2023, though she was still under contract with them. The call was about the possibility of bringing her back, an idea that had been floating around for some time. As the conversation progressed, Snow’s mind wandered. The creatives suggested a love storyline for her return. Snow’s stomach churned at the thought of it. Dating a Samoan man wasn’t for the faint of heart. Dwayne, with his massive ego and possessive nature, would never allow her to do a love storyline with anyone else. Snow could feel his protective gaze even from across the room.

She turned down the storyline, suggesting they find something else. Dwayne, hearing the conversation unfold, was already brainstorming how to bring Snow back to WWE in a way that would keep them both happy. He imagined the two of them working together on screen, side by side, maybe even as a real couple.

As noon arrived, Dwayne was eager to have Snow’s full attention. She finished her last Zoom meeting and stood up, stretching with a quiet groan.

“What do you want for lunch?” Snow asked, clearly ready to shift gears for the day.

Since he had cooked breakfast, Snow thought it was only fair to cook lunch. Dwayne didn’t hesitate. “I think I could go for a Chinese chicken salad.”

“That sounds good,” Snow agreed, heading to the kitchen to start preparing.

After lunch, Snow found herself lying on the couch, half asleep, with her head resting on Dwayne’s chest. He was talking on the phone, handling some business with Dany, but his fingers lightly rubbed her back as she drifted off. Snow sighed softly, feeling the comfort of being in Dwayne’s presence.

As she dozed, she had a strange, vivid dream. Her late grandmother, Celeste, appeared in the dream, smiling warmly as she spoke words Snow would never forget: “You chose a man who will lead you from a place of love.”

Snow woke suddenly, the dream fading as Dwayne finished his call. He smiled at her, his face warm with affection. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he teased.

“You let me fall asleep on you,” Snow mumbled, half embarrassed.

“You were just so comfortable in my arms, I couldn’t wake you up,” Dwayne said softly, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.

Snow crinkled her nose, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “Oh God, I was hoping we wouldn’t be those couples, you know, where everything sounds so cute.”

Dwayne chuckled, his deep laugh making her heart flutter. “Is that so bad?” he asked, his tone playful.

“Yes,” Snow replied, though she couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across her face. “But I guess I can live with it.”

“I want to take you out tonight,” Dwayne said, his tone suddenly serious.

“Oh? Where are we going?” Snow asked, intrigued.

“I’m thinking of a Wagyu steak place or sushi,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“Sushi it is,” Snow decided.

Later that night, they arrived at an upscale Japanese restaurant. Paparazzi were there, their cameras flashing as they caught sight of Dwayne and Snow entering the restaurant, hand in hand. For the first time in years of being photographed together, Dwayne wasn’t just walking beside her; he was holding her hand, claiming her in front of the world.

Once inside, they were led to a private room where they ordered drinks: Snow’s margarita and Dwayne’s Negroni, and browsed the appetizer menu. As the waiter left, Snow noticed Dwayne’s quiet demeanor. His expression was soft, but there was a depth of emotion behind his eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Us,” Dwayne answered simply, his voice laden with meaning.

Snow’s heart softened. She had been thinking about them too, about the years they had spent side by side, and now, about how this new phase of their relationship might unfold. She had always known that Dwayne was important to her, but now, it was becoming clear: he was the love of her life.

“What about us?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dwayne looked at her, his gaze intense. “I want to know where we’re going,” he said. “I want to know how we make this work. I want us to be in it for the long haul.”

Snow nodded slowly, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m all in,” she whispered, and at that moment, she realized that they both had the potential to build something lasting, something beautiful if only they were brave enough to commit.

Dwayne reached across the table, his hand finding hers, his fingers curling around hers with a gentle but firm grip. It was as if he was silently reassuring her, telling her that whatever came next, they would face it together. Snow’s pulse quickened at the contact, and for a moment, everything else in the room disappeared. The soft clink of utensils, the murmur of other diners, the distant hum of the city outside. There was only the warmth of his hand in hers and the undeniable connection that stretched between them.

She squeezed his hand lightly, a silent promise that she too was ready for whatever would come next. This was it. The beginning of something new, something unknown, but something she was willing to explore with him. For all the years they had spent as friends, this was different. This wasn’t just about familiarity and comfort anymore. It was about growth, about becoming something more, and Snow felt the weight of that responsibility settling in her chest, though it felt more like an excitement than a burden.

“So…” Snow started, her voice soft but steady. “What does that look like, exactly? For us, I mean?”

Dwayne leaned back slightly in his chair, taking a moment to think. His eyes searched hers, his expression thoughtful, even a little intense. “I think it’s about finding balance,” he said finally. “We’ve been through a lot together, Snow. We’ve seen each other at our best and our worst. We’ve shared a lot of history, and now we get to create a future. But I want to make sure we’re both clear about what that future looks like.”

Snow nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. I get that. I’ve always been the kind of person who’s had everything planned out, you know? I’ve had to. It’s the only way I could keep moving forward with everything going on in my life. But now…” She paused, letting her words hang in the air for a moment, her eyes meeting his. “Now, I’m not so sure about anything anymore. I don’t have all the answers, and that scares me.”

Dwayne’s expression softened. “You don’t have to have all the answers, Snow. You don’t have to have it all figured out. Not with me. I don’t need that from you.” He gently ran his thumb across the back of her hand, his touch steady and comforting. “We’ll figure it out together. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at her like she was the most important thing in the room, made her heart swell. She felt her fears start to unravel, thread by thread. The truth was, she had always been afraid of change. Afraid of letting someone in, of truly trusting them with all of her heart. But with Dwayne… it was different. She had trusted him for years, trusted him with her thoughts, her feelings, and her past. Maybe it was time to trust him with her future too.

“You’re right,” Snow said after a beat, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I don’t need all the answers. I just need to know that we’re going to be okay. Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out together.”

“We will,” Dwayne assured her, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”

A silence settled between them, comfortable and deep. Their eyes locked, and for a brief moment, everything else around them faded. It wasn’t just about the future anymore; it was about the here and now, about the moments they were sharing in this private corner of the world, about the connection that had always been there but was now unfolding into something more.

As the waiter arrived with their appetizers, they broke the spell, though the connection between them lingered, a soft, unspoken promise. The first course was a delicate tuna tartare, and Snow savored the burst of fresh flavors. She stole a glance at Dwayne, who seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he picked at his food. The soft tension that had hung between them moments ago was still there, but it was now laced with a sense of understanding. They were moving forward together, one step at a time.

“So, uh…” Dwayne began, looking up from his plate with a sheepish grin. “What about us, you know, outside of all this?”

Snow raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he continued, “What does a normal day look like for us now? We’ve always had this close-knit friendship, but now we’re… more than that. We’re navigating uncharted waters, and I’m wondering what that means for everything else.”

Snow chuckled softly. “I guess it means more time spent in each other’s space. More mornings like this, more dinners like tonight. I don’t know what it all looks like yet, but I’m willing to figure it out.”

Dwayne smiled, his eyes softening. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here, making sure we get through every moment together.”

They continued to eat, the conversation flowing easily as they made plans for their next few days. After dinner, they ordered dessert. The soft hum of quiet conversation around them faded into the background, and Dwayne felt the anticipation build.

Their dinner had been full of easy laughter, good food, and moments of comfortable silence, but as they neared the end of their meal, he knew the moment had arrived. The one he had been waiting for, the one he had carefully planned but also felt a little nervous about.

Snow was laughing at something he had said, a joke about one of their old friends and Dwayne couldn’t help but marvel at how natural it felt, how everything felt so effortless now between them.

The waiter came and placed two perfectly crafted desserts before them: a rich chocolate lava cake for Dwayne, and a delicate matcha green tea mousse for Snow, both accompanied by a swirl of raspberry coulis and a dusting of powdered sugar. The warm glow of the candles on the table flickered softly, casting a romantic, intimate light over the two of them.

Dwayne took a deep breath, his fingers tapping lightly against the side of his glass. Snow was already digging into her mousse, clearly delighted by the delicate flavors. He watched her for a moment, his thoughts turning inward. It had always been her, no one else.

Snow, his best friend, the woman he had loved in silence for so long. And now, they were here, together, more than just friends and he couldn’t help but feel a swell of emotion rise in his chest.

He had to ask her.

Snow glanced up from her dessert, meeting his eyes with a curious smile. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, the sweetness of her dessert still lingering in her voice.

Dwayne shifted slightly in his chair, his heart racing just a bit as he searched for the right words. His usual confidence was there, but this felt different. This was real, this was important.

“You know, Snow,” he began, his voice steady but full of sincerity, “I’ve known you for a long time. We’ve been through a lot together. More than most people probably ever will. And I think that’s what makes me so sure of this.”

She tilted her head, watching him closely, the playful smile fading into something more tender as she sensed the shift in his tone.

“Sure of what?” she asked softly, her heart now beating in sync with his.

Dwayne reached across the table, his hand finding hers once more, his fingers threading through hers with gentle ease. “Sure that you’re the one for me. That everything we’ve shared has brought us to this moment. I don’t want to be just your best friend anymore. I don’t want to just share meals with you or spend time with you as 'just us.' I want to be more. I want to be your person, Snow. I want to be the guy who makes you smile every day, the one who holds your hand through all of it.”

Snow’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she looked down at their hands, feeling the warmth of his touch, the sincerity in his words. She had known it was coming. Had known, deep down, that this was the next step. But hearing him say it, hearing him lay his heart bare in front of her, left her speechless for a moment.

Dwayne squeezed her hand, gently lifting it to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of her hand, his voice low but clear as he spoke again. “Snow, I know we’ve both been through a lot. And I don’t know exactly what the future holds, but I do know this, I want you to be my girlfriend. I want us to take this to the next level. So, I’m asking you now, from the bottom of my heart… will you be mine?”

The world around them seemed to slow down as Snow processed his words. It was as if the weight of the question hung in the air, suspended in time. She searched his face, looking for the nervousness, the hesitation that she might expect from someone making such a vulnerable ask. But all she saw in his eyes was sincerity, devotion, and the same quiet certainty that she had come to know so well over the years.

Her breath trembled as she finally spoke, her voice soft but full of emotion. “Dwayne…”

He didn’t let go of her hand, keeping her close, his gaze unwavering as he waited for her answer.

Snow’s lips curled into a smile, the smile that was all her, so playful, sweet, and just a little teasing. “You know,” she said with a slight laugh, “I think you’ve been my person for a long time. I just didn’t know it.”

Dwayne’s heart nearly stopped in his chest as she spoke, the words both a relief and an affirmation of everything he had hoped for.

“You mean…?” he started, his voice hushed with a mixture of hope and disbelief.

“I mean, yes,” Snow said, her smile broadening. “I want to be your girlfriend. I’m all in. I’ve always been all in. But I needed you to ask. I needed to know that you weren’t just talking about us being more… you wanted it.”

Dwayne’s smile broke wide across his face and the weight that had been sitting on his chest for years lifted in an instant. He squeezed her hand tighter, his heart pounding with joy. “God, I can’t believe you said yes,” he said, a breath of relief escaping him. “I promise, Snow, I’m going to make this worth it. I’m going to love you with everything I’ve got.”

Snow’s eyes shone with affection as she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I already know you will.”

The waiter came by at that moment, setting down two glasses of champagne, a celebratory toast. Dwayne didn’t even notice, too caught up in the moment. He reached for one of the glasses, lifting it toward Snow.

“To us,” Dwayne said, his voice thick with emotion. “To everything we’ve been through and everything that’s yet to come.”

Snow lifted her glass, her smile full of meaning, her eyes never leaving his. “To us,” she echoed.

The clink of their glasses was the perfect punctuation to a moment that neither of them would ever forget. The world outside seemed distant, irrelevant, as they sat there together, the promise of a new chapter beginning right in that instant.

As they leaned back in their chairs, content in the shared silence that followed, Snow felt a sense of peace settling over her.

She had found her person, her best friend, her love, the one who had always been there but who was now everything she needed and more.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and Snow Marcil Spark Dating Rumors After Cozy Dinner Date. Are They More Than Just Friends?

It looks like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson might have found his match, both in the boardroom and the wrestling ring after a cozy dinner date with none other than WWE legend Snow Marcil!

The pair were spotted last night in an upscale Japanese restaurant, sparking major dating rumors after a long time of speculation surrounding their relationship. While the two have long been close friends, their public outing left little to the imagination, as The Rock was seen holding Snow's hand as they entered the restaurant, setting tongues wagging.

The 52-year-old action star and former WWE champion, known for his larger-than-life personality, looked completely smitten with the 37-year-old business mogul and WWE star, who has been making waves both in and out of the wrestling world. Snow Marcil, a powerhouse in her own right, is widely regarded as one of the greatest female wrestlers of all time, a member of WWE’s elite roster during the mid-2000s, and a true icon of the sport.

But don’t let her legendary status fool you, Snow has evolved into an even bigger deal since her wrestling days. In addition to her wrestling career, she’s become a formidable businesswoman, with an impressive portfolio. Snow is a key figure in the boardroom of the Fincher Group, part of the ownership team of Seattle Sounders FC, and the founder of her own fashion house, The Snow Brand. Her business empire extends even further with The Marcil Productions, a TV, film, and advertising powerhouse, and her diverse investments, including her co-ownership of the Caribbean rum brand Ten To One Rum.

Her beauty empire is just as impressive, with her skincare line, Snow Touch, and her haircare line, Hairsay, continuing to thrive. Rumor has it that Snow's net worth is in the billion-dollar range, but, like Beyonce, the elusive mogul has never confirmed her fortune, keeping her financials as tight-lipped as a vault. A source close to the star hinted that Snow Marcil is possibly worth even more than we can fathom, but she’s keeping the details under wraps, choosing to let her work speak for itself.

But it’s not just her business acumen that has people talking. Snow's apparent chemistry with The Rock has now taken center stage. Sources tell TMZ that the two have been spending a lot of time together recently, but their dinner date last night was the first time they’ve been publicly intimately seen together, igniting rumors of a possible romance.

The couple looked more than just friendly as they shared a quiet, intimate dinner in a private room, exchanging affectionate glances throughout the evening. As the night wound down, the two were seen holding hands and leaving the restaurant together, further fueling speculation that their relationship could be more than just friendship.

While neither Snow nor Dwayne has confirmed their relationship, the energy between them is undeniable. Dwayne, whose usual confidence seemed to shine brighter than ever, is known to be fiercely protective of his personal life, but it seems like he’s finally ready to share a bit more with the world, at least when it comes to Snow.

Snow, on the other hand, has always been fiercely private about her love life, but judging by her body language last night, it’s clear there’s more than just friendship between the two. She didn’t shy away from Dwayne’s affection and seemed equally comfortable, if not a little enamored, with him by her side.

Whether this is a blossoming romance or just a close friendship with serious chemistry, fans are already buzzing about the possibilities. For now, though, both stars are keeping things under wraps, adding to the mystery and allure of this possible new couple.

Stay tuned as we follow this developing story and we're sure there's more to come from Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Snow Marcil. Could they be Hollywood's next power couple? Only time will tell.

In the meantime, we’ll be keeping an eye on any updates from their camps. Keep checking back for more juicy details!

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snowmarcil 💍✨ Big congratulations to my beautiful niece @joramarcil and her incredible fiancé @calvin_montana on their engagement! I couldn't be more thrilled for the two of you as you begin this next chapter of your lives together. Jora, you’ve always had such a kind and loving spirit, and I’ve watched you grow into the amazing woman you are today. Calvin, welcome to the family! You’ve got such a big heart, and I’m beyond excited to see all the incredible things you two will accomplish together.

And Calvin, huge congrats on your contract with the Pittsburgh Steelers!! 🏈 It’s a huge milestone, and I know you’ll do great things on the field. The whole family is cheering you on as you make your mark in the NFL.

I love you both so much and can’t wait to celebrate all the beautiful moments ahead! You two are a power couple, and I know the best is yet to come. 💕💍✨

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therock Well, it looks like it’s official now, congratulations to you both! 💍 And Calvin, I see you, man. Big things ahead for you. Let's get that Super Bowl ring, brother! 🙌🏾🏈

joramarcil I’m so excited, Aunt Snow! Thank you for your endless love and support, and for always being there for us. Can’t wait to share this journey with you. 😘💖

calvin_montana Thank you so much, Aunt Snow! We’re beyond blessed and grateful for all the love and support from you and the whole family. Can’t wait to make you proud on the field and off. 🖤💛

brie Omg, Snow, this is so beautiful! I’m so happy for Jora and Calvin! Can’t wait to see the wedding plans unfold. 💖

trinity_fatu Wow, this is amazing! Congratulations, Jora and Calvin! Your journey together is just beginning. So excited for both of you! ❤️

porsha4real Jora, you’ve got the most incredible fiancé! Calvin, I’m so proud of you and your contract with the Steelers! Here’s to your future together and all the blessings ahead! 👏🏽💍

therocklovessnow Your turn next, Aunt Snow! 😉 The way you two glow together, I can only imagine the love you’ll find! ❤️💍

onyxdaniel_martin22 Looks like the Rock needs to put a ring on your finger now!! 😏🙌🏾

lisa_didit Aunt Snow, you’re letting your niece get married before you?! 😂 It’s time for you to find your forever too!

mimi_moments Aunt Snow, if Jora can do it, so can you!! It’s time for your happily ever after! 😘💍

nellerockky I see you letting Jora steal the spotlight first, Snow 😂 Aunt Snow, it's your time to take the plunge too!

carey_marie24 The way you're letting Jora walk down the aisle before you, Snow. It's your time, Auntie! Time to let love in!

kimberlyhucey Jora's getting married before you, Snow? I’m just saying, it might be your time to take the plunge too!

nicole_nichole Aunt Snow, you’re next! No more waiting, love is waiting for you too!

vanessa_viphair Snow, stop letting Jora show you up! Time to find your forever too! We’re all waiting for you! 😘💍

whitneysmith Come on, Snow! You're next! Let’s see that ring on your finger! 🥂💍

snownation Alright, @therock now that we’ve seen you all over the news lately, when’s the proposal happening? Snow deserves it! 😂💍

thatsclark @therock, you’re next to put a ring on Snow’s finger! Don’t make us wait too long, man! 😉

yazzlovesfitness I’m calling it @therock, it’s time to make Snow your forever. She’s the one.

noballer_ @therock, Snow is over here waiting for that proposal! We all know it’s happening, don’t leave us hanging! 😂💍 #DoItForSnow

rockxsnow @therock, seriously, what are you waiting for? Snow and you would make the ultimate power couple. Time to step up your game!

brandonmuva @therock you know what to do. Don’t let Snow get away!

teambaraa @therock, it’s your turn now to make Snow your forever. We’re all rooting for you!

snowmarcil 1h

The morning air outside was cool but crisp as Snow stepped into the studio’s grand entrance, her tall frame feeling grounded and electric. Despite the early hour, there was an undeniable excitement inside her, a buzz that stirred in her chest. This wasn’t just another day; this was the culmination of years of work, sacrifice, and growth. Today was her day. She was going to be on the cover of Cosmopolitan, one of the most iconic magazines in the world.

Snow’s footsteps echoed in the hallway as she walked toward the makeup and hair team. She moved with quiet confidence, but inside, she was buzzing with a mixture of emotions. She had spent the past few weeks fine-tuning the details for this photoshoot. Every inch of the set, every wardrobe piece, every concept had to speak to who she was as a woman who had conquered the world of professional wrestling and simultaneously built an empire in business. It wasn’t just about looking good though, of course, she knew how to do that, it was about showcasing the multi-dimensional woman she had become.

Nini, her assistant, moved swiftly beside her, reviewing the schedule one more time before they headed into the makeup room. Snow barely glanced at the sheets, she was used to the well-oiled routine that Nini had meticulously crafted for her. Nini’s role was more than that of an assistant; she was Snow’s right hand, who helped curate the narrative of her day-to-day life, ensuring that every aspect of her personal and professional image was coordinated with precision.

"You’ve got a three-hour photoshoot lined up, Snow," Nini said, handing her a clean, neatly bound schedule. "Then we’ll go into the interview. We’ve made sure there’s nothing invasive. The questions are designed to show who you are but not to dig too deep into personal stuff. Just a heads-up: they’re pushing the ‘fitness and self-care’ angle. You’ve been talking about your routine non-stop lately."

Snow grinned, adjusting the small leather handbag slung over her shoulder. "I’ve earned the right to talk about it," she replied, the words slipping out easily as she walked toward the glam room. She knew the media was always hungry for the personal stories behind the success. But she also knew that being strategic about what to reveal was just as important. There were facets of her life she intended to keep behind closed doors.

Once Snow entered the glam room, she was greeted by a team of experts who immediately set to work. Snow sat down in the plush chair in front of a large mirror, adjusting her posture and running a hand through her hair. Chanel, her head makeup artist, moved toward her with a quiet, professional air.

“Ready for your close-up?” Chanel asked, her eyes already scanning Snow’s face for the best angle to accentuate her features.

Snow nodded. "Ready as I’ll ever be."

Chanel’s brush strokes were precise, and the motions of applying makeup were calm and soothing. Snow closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed herself to momentarily disconnect from the chaos outside. It was rare for her to feel at peace amidst such a high-octane schedule, but in these moments, surrounded by people who understood the art of creating a perfect look, she could take refuge in the process.

The makeup was soft but sophisticated, a perfect balance between her bold persona and her softer, more reflective side. Her lips were painted with a nude gloss, her cheeks subtly contoured to highlight her natural bone structure. Her eyes, however, were the centerpiece: smoky but not overwhelming, with just enough depth to make her gaze magnetic. Chanel’s steady hands applied a shimmer to her eyelids, catching the light and giving her eyes a subtle gleam.

Meanwhile, her hairstylist, Erika worked with meticulous focus, weaving Snow's thick hair into smooth, flowing waves that tumbled effortlessly over her shoulders. The style was modern yet timeless, a nod to her elegance, with a hint of rebelliousness.

"Perfect," Chanel said as she stepped back to assess her work, a smile creeping onto her face as she saw Snow’s transformation.

Snow looked at her reflection, taking in the result. The woman in the mirror wasn’t just the wrestler or the businesswoman, it was Snow in full bloom: polished, poised, yet undeniably fierce. She felt like she could conquer anything. And that feeling, more than anything, was what she wanted the world to see.

Stepping onto the set felt like stepping into a dream. The studio was bathed in soft, diffused light, the perfect atmosphere for capturing the spring-inspired looks that had been curated for her. A team of photographers, assistants, and stylists were already busy at work, tweaking lights and adjusting props.

Snow couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the effort that had gone into making this moment happen. There was something special about being part of a team that cared as much about the final image as she did. But beyond the professional aspect, she knew this photoshoot was an opportunity to show the world the Snow they hadn’t seen before, fun, sexy, but also confident in her skin.

Her first outfit, a pastel pink oversized blazer paired with a delicate lace bralette was a bold choice. It was playful yet sultry, giving just enough skin to make a statement without being over the top. She loved how it made her feel, how it made her body feel like it was strutting its own runway. As the photographers clicked away, she gave them her best angles, her best expressions, casual yet deliberate, effortless but powerful.

The second look was equally vibrant: a floral dress with a flowing skirt that caught the breeze just right, the perfect image of a woman who was comfortable in the warmth of spring. She spun, twirled, and smiled, feeling the fabric billow around her. For a moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the movement, remembering the carefree moments of her youth.

Between shots, Snow took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair. She was giving everything she had. Her energy, her essence into this shoot. It wasn’t about the clothes. It wasn’t even about the magazine cover. It was about her, in that moment, embracing her power and beauty.

The third look was more daring, a fitted black leather jacket draped across her shoulders, paired with a form-fitting mini skirt. It was a statement of strength, of confidence. Snow didn’t need anyone’s approval; she already knew who she was.

As the session continued, she could feel the chemistry between herself and the photographer’s camera. They worked in perfect harmony, and by the end of the two-hour session, Snow had delivered more than they could have hoped for. Each shot was a masterpiece, capturing a different facet of her personality, her sultriness, her wit, and her raw power.

After the photoshoot wrapped up, Snow was led to a small, quiet room for the interview portion. A comfortable chair was positioned in front of a camera, and the journalist, an elegant woman with a calm presence, sat across from her.

"Thank you for your time, Snow," the journalist began, settling in. "I have to say, you look absolutely stunning today."

Snow smiled modestly. "Thank you. It’s always a team effort. The shoot has been so much fun."

The conversation began innocently enough, with the journalist asking about Snow's rise in WWE and her career as a wrestler. Snow spoke passionately about her love for the sport, the way it had shaped her, and how it had given her a platform to pursue her other passions.

“I’ve always loved the thrill of the ring,” she said, her eyes lighting up with the same fire that had fueled her wrestling career. “But what people don’t always see is the hard work that goes into everything else. It’s not just about being strong in the ring; it’s about being strong in life, too. That’s why I’m so focused on my businesses. They represent my growth outside of wrestling.”

When the topic turned to fitness, Snow couldn’t help but light up. “I work out up to three times a day,” she revealed, almost proudly. “It’s part of my routine, my discipline. It’s not just physical, it’s mental too. It keeps me grounded.”

The interview took a turn when Snow was asked about her personal life. There was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but Snow’s smile didn’t waver. "There’s someone special," she said but didn’t elaborate further. "I try to keep that part of my life private, but yes, there is."

She was asked about her net worth, and with a playful laugh, Snow responded, “Am I a billionaire? I don’t know. If I am, I’m doing something right. But I don’t measure success by money. I measure it by what I’ve built and the people I’m able to help.”

And finally, when asked about a potential WWE return, Snow simply said, "When the time is right, I’ll be back. But right now, I’m focused on other things." There was a certain mystery in her tone, leaving fans to wonder when they might see her in the ring again.

Snow Marcil Set to Take Over the Late-Night Scene?

Could Snow Marcil be gearing up to host her own late-night talk show? Fans and industry insiders alike are buzzing with excitement as rumors swirl that the powerhouse businesswoman, WWE icon, and fashion mogul is about to add another title to her ever-growing list of accomplishments: late-night talk show host.

From the Ring to the Spotlight

Snow Marcil has become a household name over the past decade, captivating audiences with her undeniable talent, magnetic personality, and unshakable ambition. Best known for her unforgettable WWE career, Marcil's transition from the wrestling ring to the world of business and entertainment has been nothing short of spectacular. As a successful entrepreneur, fashion icon, and philanthropist, Snow has solidified herself as one of the most influential women in the entertainment industry.

Now, it seems Snow might be ready to take on a new challenge, hosting a late-night talk show. According to sources close to Marcil, the idea has been in the works for some time, and Snow is reportedly in discussions with major television networks. The move would mark an exciting new chapter for Marcil, who has always demonstrated a flair for connecting with her audience, both in and out of the spotlight.

What We Know So Far

While the details are still under wraps, insiders suggest that the show will combine Snow's signature blend of humor, wit, and insightful commentary on pop culture, current events, and personal stories. The format would undoubtedly highlight Snow's ability to engage with high-profile guests, from A-list celebrities to industry trailblazers, all while maintaining her signature authenticity and charm.

One thing that’s clear is that Snow’s potential late-night show would be anything but conventional. Known for her bold fashion choices and fearless personality, Marcil is expected to bring a fresh, modern twist to the late-night genre, appealing to a younger, diverse audience while still resonating with longtime late-night fans. Snow's ability to juggle multiple ventures whether it's running her own fashion line, co-owning a rum company, or continuing her work with WWE demonstrates her versatility and drive. It’s that same energy and dynamism that fans believe she will bring to the late-night stage.

The Perfect Fit for the Job

For those who have followed Snow’s career, the news of a potential late-night show doesn’t come as a complete surprise. Snow has a natural charisma that shines both in front of the camera and behind the scenes. Whether she’s stepping into the ring, discussing her business ventures, or making a guest appearance on talk shows, Snow’s vibrant personality and sharp wit have always set her apart from the crowd.

With her deep roots in the world of entertainment and her ever-growing influence in the fashion and wellness industries, Snow Marcil’s late-night show could break barriers in the television landscape. She has a unique ability to balance lighthearted fun with meaningful discussions, tackling important topics like ambition, empowerment, and the challenges women face in male-dominated industries.

Industry insiders have also noted that Snow’s deep understanding of social media and digital platforms will likely play a key role in the show’s format. As someone who has successfully built a global brand with a massive online following, Snow knows how to connect with audiences both on and offline. This digital-savvy approach could position her show as a groundbreaking fusion of traditional late-night formats and contemporary online culture.

A New Era for Late-Night TV?

If Snow’s late-night show becomes a reality, it would mark a major milestone in the evolution of late-night television. In recent years, late-night hosts have increasingly leaned into more diverse, inclusive formats that cater to a younger, more global audience. With her diverse background, Snow Marcil would be perfectly positioned to continue that trend, bringing fresh perspectives and new energy to a genre that’s always evolving.

Her potential late-night show would also likely feature segments that allow her to showcase her broad range of talents whether it’s her fitness expertise, business acumen, or natural comedic timing. Snow has always believed in the power of authenticity, and her show would undoubtedly be an extension of that belief, allowing viewers to connect with her in ways they haven’t before.

What’s Next for Snow?

As for when Snow’s late-night show might premiere, it’s still unclear. Negotiations are reportedly ongoing with several major networks, and while it’s not confirmed whether the show would air in the traditional late-night time slot or be streamed digitally, fans are eagerly awaiting more details. Given Snow’s commitment to excellence in everything she does, it’s safe to say that whatever direction she takes, the show will be one to watch.

In the meantime, Snow remains focused on her other ventures, from her continued involvement in WWE to expanding her business empire. Still, it’s clear that she’s ready to step into this new role with the same passion and determination that have defined her career so far. If there’s one thing Snow Marcil has taught us, it’s that there are no limits to what she can achieve.

A New Kind of Talk Show Host

Whether or not Snow’s late-night show materializes, one thing is for certain: she’s proven time and time again that she’s a force to be reckoned with. From her days in the ring to her dynamic entrepreneurial endeavors, Snow Kavana Marcil has shown the world that she is much more than just a celebrity. She’s a brand, a trailblazer, and a role model.

And if the rumors are true, Snow is poised to bring a whole new kind of late-night entertainment to the screen, one that’s as fun, fierce, and unstoppable as she is.

Stay tuned for more updates as we continue to track Snow Marcil’s exciting new venture into the world of late-night television!

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snowmarcil Building empires, breaking barriers, and stepping into new chapters. 🖤✨ It’s not just about what you do, but how you do it. And trust me, I’m just getting started. Big things are coming... stay tuned. 💥 #BossMoves #BuildingMyEmpire #NewAdventures #SnowMarcilAfterDark 👀 #NameSuggestions

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therock Always proud of you, Snow. You’re not just building an empire, you’re changing the game. Can’t wait for the world to see what you’ve got next! #Unstoppable

trinity_fatu Yassss Snow! Whatever you call it, I know it’s going to be FIRE 🔥 #QueenVibes #LateNightRoyalty

kerrywashington Can’t wait to see this! How about 'The Snow Zone'? It’s where the magic happens.

tyrabanks Okay, Snow, you’re about to set the late-night world on fire 🔥🔥 Let’s go with Snowed In With Snow like its intimate and powerful!

vancityreynolds Snow Much Fun? Just throwing it out there. 😎

jadapinkettsmith I see you, Snow! Whatever you name it, I know it’ll be groundbreaking. Let’s get that late-night game on lock! 💯

nikkigarcia OMG! A late-night show with Snow?? How about Marcil Madness? 🔥

marysemizanin Snowed Under the Stars would be such a vibe! You’ve got this, Snow!

keke The Snow Show has a nice ring to it. Simple, classy, and totally Snow! 👑

joramarcil Chill With Snow would be sooo perfect!! Late-night, but laid-back. Can’t wait!

rikishi Snow Marcil After Dark sounds iconic already. Can you imagine the guests? This is going to be legendary!

jadecargill Snowstorm?? Because it’s going to be a wild ride. I’m here for it! #BossLady

Masterlist | Chapter Three

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Formula One: The Curse Of The Prancing Horse

There is something so inherently poetic about Ferrari— all the glory behind it's name, the decades of history behind the logo— and it's failures. The sheer splendor of decades worth of building its name to what it is, only to be stuck a step behind from greatness. Too close to rest, to far to push.

And yet, no matter how much they lose, it's still the dream of every young man stepping foot on the grounds of Formula One. It is the Formula One dream. The deep devotion that drives anyone with a Ferrari badge on his chest, the blind faith despite every blow. It's larger than a religion. A cult.

Because even in all its misery, Ferrari is Formula One.

Time after time, we have another spectacular driver who's won it all and won it again, coming to Ferrari in hopes of winning it all with a legacy to support. This deadly hope in the heart of every driver coming to Ferrari that "I'll be the one to change things. I'll be the one to give them back their glory." It happens over and over again because a martyr that does not die lives to create more like him.

It's a cut that always bleeds because not only do you lose your lustre and yourself in the process, you watch another young driver take your place and go through it all over again. Do you think the past drivers look at Charles and pity him? Do you think they warned him? Do they understand the feeling of losing yourself in the process of finding glory for the prancing horse? Do you think charles will feel the same about whatever rookie joins him in the coming years?

Because it's Charles' relationship with Ferrari that's the most poetic of them all. Every race weekend he gives his body and soul to the team, and this team— they don't know what to do with it. It’s all very Renaissance, bold reds and religious zealotry. He’s a walking tragedy. He knows how to suffer and does it well — he was raised Catholic, even if he doesn’t acknowledge God anymore. He acknowledged misery and that's close enough to God.

Charles knows what's wrong with Ferrari. Over the years, he's become well familiar with how they break you, but he no longer cares. Not when occasional glory is poured down his throat like white hot nectar. It burns, but the blisters too are rosso corsa, the colour of prestige.

He says "If this is a cage then I'd like to be kept in a cage my entire life." As if he thinks he has a choice. As if he has it in him to make the choice. He won't change being Il Predestinato in red to being Charles Leclerc in any other color. He was born for rosso corsa.

He says "At times I have not been merciful towards myself" but oh sweet boy was it ever your choice to make? This is what the prancing horse does to those who put a saddle on him.

They call him Il Predestinato, but for what? Predestined for what, glory? Ha, no. Predestined to be the next sacrificial lamb, is what they mean. Predestined to stand on the altar ringed with fire, bearing a prophecy that hovers its fingers over his heart, digging its nails into the warm flesh the longer he is unable to fulfill it.

And it's how we watch it all unfold. How we watch driver after driver sacrifice himself to the team, the team sacrifice him to victory and Victory's satiated sigh at the taste of winning blood before doing what she wishes. It's poetic— all the blood spilled with no respite.

It's the cycle of misery, the curse of the prancing horse.

Ferrari will forever be red on the canvas of history because it is stained by the blood of the heroes that tried to save it.

#forza ferrari #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #the cult of ferrari #the curse of ferrari #formula1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f1 textposts #charles leclerc #il predestinato #cl16

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↬|Gojo|

• Gojo would break up with his s/o in an emotional way, trying to be gentle and comforting them as he explains why he's ending things. He would express his gratitude for the relationship and the good times they had together, but ultimately he'd say that he needs time and space to focus on himself and it would be best if they went their separate ways. Despite any hurt feelings, Gojo would always maintain respect for his s/o and wish them well.

• If his s/o was the one who wanted to break up, Gojo would be deeply saddened. Although he would eventually accept the breakup, he'd initially be very resistant to the idea and might even try to convince his s/o to reconsider. He would be very devastated and heartbroken, and would blame himself for the breakup. He would take some time to wallow and grieve the end of the relationship before eventually coming to terms with it and moving forward.

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↬|Yuji|

• Well if Yuji had to break up with his s/o, he would likely be very reluctant and heartbroken to do so. Itadori is very sweet and caring towards people he's close to, so it would be very painful for him to hurt the person he loved. He would probably look for any other possible solution that could avoid the breakup, but if he found himself in a situation where breaking up was the only option, he would be devastated. He would most likely try to make the breakup as painless as possible, but he would still be filled with intense sorrow and grief.

• If his s/o were to be the one to initiate a breakup, Itadori would likely be caught off guard and completely blindsided. He would probably be hurt and confused about why they would want to break up, and it would likely take him some time to process his emotions. Itadori would probably ask his s/o for an explanation. He'd try to understand their reasons for wanting the breakup and try to figure out if there was anything he could do to fix things. However, if they were set on breaking up, Itadori would eventually accept it and let them go.

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↬|Megumi|

• If Megumi wants to break up, his attitude will be coldly cruel, without any emotions, but this time megumi is cold because of the anger he is feeling inside, this is unlike his normal self and he will not look into his s/o's eyes while breaking up.

• Megumi will say "i see, i also dont care about you much" while looking at s/o if they're the one who wants to break up. Megumi will not show any emotions of sadness or anything, he will not cry or anything instead he will be annoyed but he wont show it on his face. but after the breakup his mind will be thinking about how his ex left him and he will think about their past together.

He cries in the bathroom every midnight.

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↬|Inumaki|

• It starts quietly enough with Inumaki not looking at his s/o and getting visibly more irritable and agitated by their mere presence. He slowly begins to pull away, either making excuses to spend time away from them or refusing to engage in physical affection when they try to initiate it. At the height of Inumaki's irritation and anger, he snaps, blowing up at his s/o before abruptly walking out and making it clear that he needs space.

• If Inumaki's s/o wants to break up suddenly, he would initially be stunned and taken aback, unable to believe that his s/o would want to end the relationship. He may try to argue or convince them to reconsider, but when it becomes clear that the breakup is inevitable, he would become withdrawn, possibly even cold and emotionless.

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↬|Nanami|

• He would probably break things off with his s/o in a cold and calculating manner, without any visible emotion. he would state his reasons bluntly, showing no signs of remorse or sadness. despite his appearance and cold exterior, he would secretly be devastated by the loss of his partner. he would be unable to sleep or eat, and would become increasingly sullen and withdrawn.

• When his partner is the one who wants to break up, he would be shocked and hurt. he would likely get upset and feel betrayed, as he had given everything to the relationship and believed it was worth fighting for. he would feel like he had failed to meet their expectations and would question himself, wondering what went wrong. he would struggle to accept the breakup and would try to fight for the relationship, but ultimately would realize that it was over and move on.

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↬|Geto|

• Geto is not the type of person to break up with his s/o, he's too considerate to do that. He would definitely want to do everything right and make them feel happy instead. But if he is forced to break up with them, I can imagine him saying something along the lines of "This just isn't working out anymore. I'm sorry, but I need to move on."

• If you're the one who wants to break up, Geto would probably feel devastated and betrayed. He wouldn't be able to properly handle his emotions and would likely lash out at his s/o. He would probably try to convince them that they should work things out instead, but if his s/o insists on breaking up with him, he would eventually accept it and try to move on.

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↬|Sukuna|

• Sukuna is a ruthless man, and he never loved anyone except his s/o. The love between them was genuine and intense. As he grew older, he grew more and more interested in fighting, violence, and domination. He began to see them as a burden, especially when he realized how much weaker they were than he was. But he also knew that they were the only one who could see his true nature.

• The breakup is brutal. Sukuna's cold and cruel attitude was on full display during their final confrontation. So it's avibious, if he doesn't want you, you'll die, and you also can not break up with him because... you'll die. Yes, there's no other option. (Rip y/n)

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#𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎–[❣]#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo headcanons #gojo saturo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #inumaki toge x reader

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aeshiiteiru · 2 years ago

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I’m so sorry if this make you uncomfortable or this is stupid😔 but i would like to request when s/o slaps tecchou, chuuya and Dazai’s ass

My Peach!

— s/o slaps their butt ft. O. Dazai, N. Chuuya, S. Tetchou

— Warnings & Notes

sfw? | Crack

|| It was quite fun to write! I didn’t feel uncomfortable with it at all! It was a very funny and interesting request so thank you! I hope you like it and sorry for the long wait. I didn’t know how to approach it at first because none of my previous ideas was good enough, but here we are! As you can see, with each character the story got longer lmao

|| Gn! Reader, Pre-established relationship in Dazais’ part, lots of mentions regarding their butts, Thicc Tetchou, Door flat Dazai, Nice average Chuuya!

— Dazai

It wasn't often that the ADA office experienced a calm day. So it's understandable that you felt annoyed when your disruptive and bothersome coworker entered and started creating havoc in the workplace. As you turned to face Kunikida, you could already see the outraged-induced exceptionally visible vein on his forehead. Dazai started toward his workspace but stopped mid-step as he moved toward Kunikida. You were already annoyed when he bragged, "Kunikida-kun, you'll never believe what happened today! I nearly convinced that lovely, elegant waitress from the café below to commit double suicide with me! Can you believe it? It's the best day of my life!" He clapped, making you even angrier. Hearing these things repeatedly made you envious because you really liked him. Particularly given that he never paid attention to you or expressed the same level of interest in you as he did with all these other women, leaving you with the impression that you are either not his type or that you are too uninteresting for him. You and Kunikida both had to give up after listening to his blathering for another five minutes, so you got up and walked over to him. Simply following him while listening to him speak until he notices you. Kunikida, who was about to strike his annoying coworker, yelled, "Dazai, this is highly inappropriate; stop it right away!", but Dazai wasn’t having any of it, he only continued. “But how can I?! She is like an angel! Who knows, maybe I'll be able to have some fun before we pass away together! I mean, she has such a decent as-" Suddenly the room became quiet. There was only a loud slapping noise that rang in everyone's ears and caught everyone's attention. Dazai turned to face you in shock. With a hurt look on your face, you were clinging to your hand. Still unable to believe it actually happened, searching for clarification, he asked, "Did- did you just slap my ass?". "Uh, no doubt, and I unquestionably regret it; it's so flat I think I broke my hand, and with such a flat ass, I'm sure that waitress won't do anything with you.", you mumbled as you walked back to your desk.

Your words clearly gave him a little ego-bruise.

Everyone was laughing, and even Kunikida had a small grin on his face. Dazai unquestionably recognized you, even if you slightly damaged your hand in the process, Dazais' interest was piqued after the impromptu mission was completed.

— Chuuya

You were walking down a hallway inside the administrative building of the port mafia.' It was an ordinary day for everyone. No major obligations, no appointments, and surprisingly little communication from your significant other. The plan was for Chuuya to meet you in the hallway. He forgot his lunch and asked you to buy him something, and as the amazing partner you were, how could you possibly let him starve? So, with some goodies in one hand and your phone in the other, you roamed around, waiting for him to show up. Periodically, you checked your phone to see if he had texted you with an update on his location or expected arrival time. You soon noticed a very slight vibration in your hand. The onset of a massage. Chuuya.

—Come on, doll, I'm in my office. —

You smiled softly at the pet name, though you were a little irritated that he hadn't told you about it earlier. A few subordinates greeted you as you passed them on the way to his office out of respect as you moved forward. The closer you got to his office as you made your way down the hallway, the louder it grew. Chuuya regularly yelled insults at everything. Occasionally, you would want to clean his mouth with soap after he fell asleep. In any case, you quickly knocked on the wooden door while you waited for him to cool off and quietly say, "Come in."

You welcomed him as you opened the door with a tepid smile on your face. "I got you lunch, my love. You seem to be quite stressed, so I thought maybe we could eat together.", you noted as you walked inside, closing the door behind you. In order to meet you halfway, he only scoffed before rising from his chair. “My subordinates give me reports that sound like they're written by five-year-olds. Let's not even begin to dwell on the stress that goes with it.", he sighed, and all you did was smile softly and extend your arms to embrace him. With a warm embrace, he hugged you tightly and accepted the closure with clemency. He was completely exhausted."I swear, I'll blow up this place if another person comes here and sends back such a horrifying report.", he murmured into your shoulder before releasing your hold and turning to return to his desk. Your hand had already landed on his butt before you even considered it. You enthusiastically exclaimed, "I'm sure you'll be fine!". However, soon after, your boyfriend let out a yelp and turned to look at you with a bewildered expression, which made you realize something isn't right. Only after trying to make connections did you look down and notice that your hand was on his butt. You just smacked your boyfriend in the behind. You quickly retrieved your hand with a gasp, now looking back at him in shock. You tried to apologize and say, "I'm so sorry; I don't know why I did that!," but what was done was done. He feigned coughing as he attempted to gather himself and cover up the faint blush that had crept up his cheeks. “It’s…fine.” He replied, turning around so you wouldn't see how embarrassing it was for him, "Let's just act like this never happened, and don't you dare tell anyone about it!". He actually liked it. Even though he would never tell you, he enjoyed it.

— Tetchou

You were in the office with other hunting dogs. There was no need to leave, but there was a lot of paperwork on that day. Everything was going as usual, Teruko was annoying Tachihara, who was just trying to get his shit done, while Jouno was very close to throwing your boyfriend out the window for another stupid thing he said. Everything would’ve been fine, if not for the fact you couldn’t concentrate on work at all. It all started when you and your boyfriend Tetchou were at home getting ready for work. You really needed to grab something from the bathroom, but what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was just finishing his shower. So, it was clear that once you entered the bathroom you were met with a little confused Tetchou who was drying his hair with a towel. Obviously, since he was using his towel to dry his hair, his whole body was exposed. That’s when you noticed how juicy and nice his butt was. Honestly, you felt quite jealous after seeing it. But that brings you to the present moment, sitting at your desk, shamelessly staring at your boyfriends' ass at work. It was very obvious, so Teruko and Tachihara very quickly noticed it and as the troublemakers they were, they shouted in Tetchous' direction, snitching on you. He only turned around, taking a look at you with confusion. “Y/n, why are you staring at my butt? Do I have something on there?”, he asked, taking a look at his own butt to answer his own question. You on the other hand got embarrassed after being called out like this. You sent a threatening stare in Teruko and Tachiharas' direction, but they didn’t even notice it, too busy laughing at this situation. Jouno was making gagging noises, showing pure disgust on his face at what he heard. “Keep that behind closed doors, pervert.”, he commented, making you even more embarrassed. Tetchou took a look at you again and made his way to your desk. You didn’t even have time to react before he stood next to you, leaning down to face you. “You’re all red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”, he asked, seeming concerned. This only made you facepalm. How can someone be this oblivious to everything. “You know, I don’t mind you looking. I mean, you are my s/o, if you’re into that I’m fine with it.”, he tried to reassure you, but each word made it even worse. Everyone thought you were a pervert now. The worst thing was that you still couldn’t help yourself but take a peak at his butt when he turned around to look at Jouno who judged everyone severely. Before you could rethink it, you gave in to your desires and gave his butt a nice, hard slap. That shocked everyone, including you. Teruko and Tachihara immediately stopped laughing, looking at you in disbelief. Jouno was even more disgusted, if that was even possible. The slap was so powerful that he could hear it and connect the dots. Tetchou only turned around to look at your surprised expression, looking absolutely clueless. “…dear, did you just…spank me? What was the reason?”, he asked, awaiting your explanation. You just stared at him, it was as if time stopped, only the feeling of his soft, juicy ass lingering on your hand from the slap. You just wanted to squeeze his butt cheeks on the spot, but immediately rejected that idea. “It’s so nice, I couldn’t help myself. ”, you admitted, catching him off guard and making the troublemakers laugh at you harder than ever before. You knew that this event would be a lasting memory for you throughout your career, but you didn't care. You didn’t regret what you did and immediately planned doing it again once the two of you are in the comfort of your shared home.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd tetchou #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #tetchou x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #tetchou suehiro #bsd x reader #bsd crack #let’s start a go fund me for dazai to get a bbl

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daffi-990 · 1 year ago

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @missmagooglie

I’ve been tippy tap typing away at various different scenes for Chapter 9 of Rival Firefighters 🚒. A few sentences here, a couple of hundred words there … trying to just go with the flow and let the words happen.

Todays snippet is a direct continuation on from this one. (Also I changed it from two days after the tsunami to one. So not the very next day, but the one after that. So Buck’s only had around 24 hrs to spiral instead of 48 … which is probably a good thing 😅)

Eddie had messaged him yesterday, updating him on Chris’s well-being and the results of his doctor & therapist appointments, and while Buck appreciates that Eddie did that (Buck hadn’t been able to feel a single drop of ease until Eddie’s first message that Chris’s doctor gave him the all clear), he doesn’t understand why.

Why was Eddie keeping him informed about Chris? Shouldn’t he be deleting Buck’s number and telling him that Buck is never to see Chris again? That their friendship is done and the only relationship they’ll have is at work? Until even that falls apart, Buck’s mere presence becoming too much for Eddie - a constant reminder that he almost lost Chris. That Buck put Chris in danger and almost got him killed.

Eddie had tried to call him last night, but Buck had ignored each attempt, unable to bring himself to answer and hear Eddie say everything he’s already said to himself for the past 24 hours. He knows he’s only delaying the inevitable, but he just can’t do it. Answering the phone mean’s saying goodbye and Buck never wants to say goodbye to Eddie. To Chris. They’re his family and he doesn’t want to lose them, even though he knows he already has.

Buck drops his head into his hands, ready to give in to the sea of despair and loss that beckons him to dive into its depth and drown, when there’s a knock at the door. With a weary sigh he gets to his feet, goes to the door and opens it. The sight of Eddie and Christopher standing on the other side is not one he was expecting to see today, or ever again.

Christopher smiles at him as he moves forward, leaning into Buck for a hug. “Hey, Buck.”

It’s a bit awkward, mainly because Buck’s brain is still trying to process the fact that they’re here and so he just kind of stands there, one hand still on the door and the other hanging by his side.

“Good morning, Buck.” Eddie says as he moves past them into the apartment.

Buck’s brain finally comes back online enough for him to wrap his arm around Chris loosely in a small return hug, afraid to hold on too tightly. Chris may not have sustained a lot of injuries in the tsunami, but Buck doesn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He’s done enough damage already.

No pressure tagging: @tizniz @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @watchyourbuck @athenagranted @wildlife4life @puppyboybuckley @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @epicbuddieficrecs @evanbegins @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @mellaithwen @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @shortsighted-owl @theotherbuckley @prettyboybuckley @princessfbi @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @steadfastsaturnsrings @shitouttabuck @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @fiona-fififi @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @spagheddiediaz @ladydorian05 @bekkachaos @nmcggg and anyone else who wants to share something, be it a wip, some art or an edit. Everything and everyone is welcome 💕

#fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #daffi writes #buddie wip #buddie #Buck is deep in the feels but it’s okay .. Eddie and Chris have got him ❤️

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vestaclinicpod · 4 months ago

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Audio Drama Sunday - 22nd December ✨

I have been SO ill this week oh my god, I can’t even express how much hands this virus has 🤧 Thank you to all the shows who have kept me company this week!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (178) Olivier!!!! Oh, it is breaking my HEART that his parents essentially pulled him out and dropped him in bloody France with no more power and no way of finding out what happened to the rest of the expedition. He doesn’t even know about Riot 😭 Also, I wish the gang had just been told the truth about that chapel because, my god, if it’s not Marco that goes wandering in there, it’s definitely going to be Hope!! Eek, Cole, man!!! You are not showing that you understand any of the principles that made Clem a good detective!! She had a process and a Shelby and years of practice!! You, sir, are going to fuck this up! We obviously now know for sure that Heather was one of the quartet and I feel like Ignatius is probably one because of the fire. Who knows! The game is still definitely afoot!

🦋 @remnantspod (20) I was warned that this episode would break my heart but did I heed that warning as I listened on my walk through the city centre? No. Did I pay the socially embarrassing price for that hubris? Maybe!! Pushing down the trauma of that remnant leads to some qs from me (please share if you have thoughts!!). We know that Stephen Grenville was just one of many names that the keystone character was using - do we know if the man in this remnant was the ‘original’ one or a ‘fake’ SG? I’m thinking about what he said about Celine’s paintings and her being unable to stop her own style peeking through, I didn’t catch a flash of the Perry/Stephen/Apprentice in this man. I feel like it would add such an interesting layer if the murderer we know about was stealing identities from nasty people. But maybe that's wishful thinking! Does it make the murdering better if there's a good reason?? Idk! No? I might need to dedicate myself to a relisten sometime soon!

🎃 Waiting For October by @monkeymanproductions (2.5) Ah, Poe. I love that there are still people fond enough of him to listen to his story no matter how irritating he is generally! I am definitely not well read enough to catch all of the references to other authors and stories but I found his cawing belligerence amusing all the same!! I’m looking forward to what’s next for Karo and Yvonne!

🎙️WTNV (260 - December Monologues) Such a great time of year. I love hearing from characters we don’t catch up with as much like the Faceless Old Woman. I don’t know what’s about to happen with Steve, but I am buckled in and ready to find out!!

🍾 @ameliapodcast (39) Amelia and Alvina are just on a prison tour at this point! Sometimes there are quotes that you just need to immediately add to the mental bank and “I piss on your mother's grave and wipe my ass with your birth certificate!” is 100% one of them 😂

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (Q+A part 2) my three take away points from this second part of the Q+A were 1) complete gratitude that Hero and I are on the same page about Scarry (who will most certainly return in late S2 right?). 2) I am soooo intrigued about your vague references to Olí and the Traveller’s relationship in S2 AND 3) Matt, that impression was genuinely horrifying. Thank you.

🌵 @desertskiespodcast (1-4) I have been putting off listening to Desert Skies for too long because I knew it would make me emotional. Until Leon @tellnotalespod very correctly told me that a few tears are so worth it for the rest of the experience of listening to the show. I’m only a few eps in but I absolutely adore the balance of humour and heartache. I’ve literally had these characters for 2 hours and I would already kill for them!!

Have a lovely week, everyone! The days are getting longer and the nights are getting shorter!! 🫶

#audio drama sunday #hfth spoilers #travelling light #wtnv #remnants pod #waiting for october #the amelia project #desert skies

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mike-weezer-apologist · 2 months ago

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Mama a byler Fiona apple edit BEHIND YOU💜

I usually write stuff abt my thought process highlighted in the edit but I can't be fuuccckkkeedddd I'm sorry😔😔💔

EXCEPT its tempting to think that mike is the one who "doesn't understand" BUT ITS NOT

Like obvi yeah there's things he doesn't understand, but the one who doesn't understand yhe most is WILL

The whole time mike's trying to communicate these complicated feelings of internal conflict and will just KEEPS pushing him toward el bcs he thinks mike is JUST looking for reassurance in his relationship

But i think mike is looking for reassurance of self, and how he can authentically come back to that after feeling pressure to conform for the past couple years--and whether that means ending a relationship that feels so unauthentic, or feeling compelled to keep up an act to keep the people he loves happy--he is having this battle inside himself of feeling like he's NOT enough to keep people around him satisfied, but also questioning whether his happiness is even worth letting down the people around him

Because mike thinks that his happiness directly correlates with other people's disappointment in him

Eventually moving into this mindset that the "right" things to do is always the opposite of what he WANTS to do

And in s4 I think he's challenging that--coming back to himself in participating in dnd, caring a bit less about how he's perceived etc etc

But when he goes to california we see this image of him falter, because he feels like he has something to lose again

Specifically el and will

I'd even argue that their absence is what could have allowed him to embrace himself again, feeling like the people he cared about MOST were no longer around, and furthermore unable to be disappointed in his authentic self

But once he's back with them, he has these added filters behind his motives that decide what he thinks is the RIGHT thing to do by el and will

But he doesn't completely get sucked back into this like he does in s3--once he apologises to will and els gone, you can tell hes heavily contemplating it all, and a really big step for him was VERBALISING his internal struggle with will

Except will is SO BLIND by his own happenings that he doesn't ACTUALLY fully process what mike is trying to tell him!!!

So it's no wonder that when mike feels will pushing him back toward el, regardless of the insecurity that that relationship brings out in both mike and el, mike feels isolated in his feelings and then goes back to doing what he THINKS is right--telling el he loves her etc etc

But I think a big point in season 5 for mike will be el communicating to him how she feels in their relationship--and how they can still care for eachother without the pressures of a loveless relationship (or at least I hope they communicate lol)

And that will be really big for mike AND el--to realise they don't have to sacrifice parts of themselves to keep the people they love around them

#byler #mike wheeler edit #mike wheeler analysis

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pikachu78109 · 4 months ago

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I know this might be a touch morbid, but if you're comfortable answering:

If you were to give Lance any kind of long-lasting trauma, what would it be?

((Naw, you’re good! I don’t mind writing out topics that are dark or mature))

((On top of that, there will be mentions of mental struggles, anxiety, depression, and suicidal ideation. If this post gives an uneasy feeling or you are not in a mental head space to read this, you are more than welcome to skip it. Do what is best for you))

Right off the bat, I have always read Lance as a very protective character. He doesn’t hesitate to jump into danger to protect others and oftentimes portrays that superhero vibe that promises to deliver justice, right any wrongs, and keep everything from falling apart.

If I had to put Lance in a situation where he ends up shattered, it would probably be due to losing those close to him. I think Lance has dealt with death before and has grieved, but it’s temporary. But, if something happened on a massive scale, it would be as though time stopped and he would be unable to process all that’s happened.

Knowing how he presents himself, I often think that he would worry all the time. Like he would convinces himself that something awful will happen if he doesn’t keep a close eye. It might be paranoia or intense anxiety butting in, but Lance creates these hypotheticals to put some kind of reason, despite how insignificant it may be.

If his family gets wiped out, Lance would just shut down completely. Totally stricken with unimaginable pain and a crap ton of survivor’s guilt. He’s suppose to save people. That’s what he does. He would blame himself everyday because, to him, it’s his fault. He should’ve gotten there in time. He should’ve planned better. He’s not suppose to be here.

Given his notoriety as a Champion, he kind of gives up. He’ll try to press on but the weight of his depression and trauma would have affected his battle performance so badly that he would have to step back for a while. I feel like the Indigo League would be put on hiatus due to this, causing up a stir of questions and concerns.

Lance would definitely shut people out. Again, that whole protective figure that he portrays. If he’s hurting, he doesn’t want to let others know that he’s in pain. He doesn’t want to cause worry or be a burden that others feel the need to fret over. He kind of allows himself to be swallow by these thoughts and lies in a puddle of self-deprecation. Some people try to get him to open up like Karen or Koga, but they never force him to. They do check up on him, make sure he’s eating at least (his appetite would plummet) and getting enough rest (nightmares keep him up). The only comfort that Lance can confide in would be his Pokémon, but he still thinks that they would be better off with someone more reliable than him.

Speaking of his Pokémon, all three of his Dragonites are his support system. They never leave his side. They always encourage him to at least eat something, to at least get up and go outside; it doesn’t have to be a big step. Each of Lance’s Pokémon means well. Charizard and Areodactyl makes sure that Lance gets around and Altaria snuggles up to help him sleep better.

Shifting gears, in a relationship, this would be hard on Lance. Everything mentioned prior would occur, but if Lance had a special someone in his life, it could go in one of two ways.

First one, most obviously, would be a break-up. He feels like he can’t be in a relationship when he’s got so much on his shoulders. He would feel like he’s been a burden and doesn’t want his problems to end up being his partner’s responsibility. He’ll try to hide a lot of details from his partner and would downplay a lot of his struggles. He feels like they may not understand nor can be trusted. Deep down, Lance sees this option as him caring about his partner’s wellbeing, again protective and not wanting them to get in the middle of his personal struggles.

Second option would be where Lance would become overly protective, bordering on clingy, and gets increasingly paranoid, linking to the first few entries. He will convince himself that something horrible will happen to his partner and becomes adamant that they need to be close to him all the time. He doesn’t want them to wander off somewhere, even if somewhere happens to be mundane. These thoughts manifest into irrational behavior (interrogation, extremely clinging, etc.) that it creates so many arguments and Lance not communicating his concerns in a proper manner. He loves his partner and will always try to make a reason for all of his overprotective actions, even though these reasons deflect attention from the actual issue present.

Lance would pretend that he doing okay, but far from. He’d be in denial and brush off any worries, however, his denial chips away until he forced to confront the harsh reality that he has tried so hard to bury. He wants to get better and heal. It’s hard for him to realize it, but it’s incredibly difficult when many people place this brave, heroic image onto you. Lance feels like he has to keep it up, but it comes at a price where calling for help suspends itself in dead air with no one on the other line to answer. That’s what Lance would think and it makes the therapy a slow work in progress. Again, he would want to get better; it’s just that he has difficulty admitting that to himself.

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Brokenhearted (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Modern AU) (18+)

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Chapter 12

Summary: Words spoken in anger are always cruel but often untrue.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smut, Angst, violent thoughts, stalking, Discussion of mensuration and Pregnancy, bloodshed, flashbacks of abusive relationship, toxic masculinity, sexual abuse, Samantha, traumatic distressing content, Daemon is a big time smoker so if it’s something triggering don’t read it, alcohol drinking, mention of past trauma and therapy, cigarette smoking, possessive behaviour, violence, baby needs therapy, baby is trying

You couldn't make sense of it, you didn't understand why he was smiling like that. The pictures appeared to have been taken in the morning, so why hadn't he called you and told you about Samantha? After thinking about it for a few minutes, you decided to talk to him and see if he'd tell you about what had happened.

When you called Daemon, he picked up right away, sounding exhausted but well "Hey babe"

You composed yourself as you heard his voice. He didn't sound stressed or terrified, normally he seemed a bit vulnerable whenever he'd come across her.

"Hi…what are you doing I just got back from work" you rubbed your forehead with your fingers, you didn't want to accuse him of anything, pictures can be deceiving you understood that well but why wasn't he telling you about her? Why was he hiding this?

"I was out with Viserys for an event darling, I'm back at the hotel now, going out for dinner with the team" he said

"Ohhh okay ummm..how was your day?" he chuckled as you asked him a generic question.

"Alright love, how was yours?" He raised his brows as he asked,

"Goodd..well.. actually ..ummm when were you going to tell me about Samantha? That you bumped into her this morning?" You finally asked him, unable to hold your anxiety for any longer and there was a complete silence on his side for a moment before he finally spoke, you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he was upset.

"How..how do you know that?" He asked, you could also picture the typical scowl on his face.

"Why does it matter?" Shouldn't have said that.

"It matters to me..are you spying on me or something?" Your mouth opened in shock as he said that.

"Daemon –"

"Don't try and patronize me now.. I do not appreciate you keeping an eye on my every move.. I have had enough of that alright?"

Your eyes welled up as his pitch got higher.

"I am not keeping an eye on you ..I just asked you a question..I'm not lying am i?" you tried to defend yourself but you could sense he was already deep in his head now to reason with you. A conversation like this wasn't meant for a phone call, especially not with him.

"A question regarding something you shouldn't have known unless you were spying on me like that bitch used to..who told you huh? Did you talk to my brother?" He said all that in one breath, making you scoff in response.

"Daemon you're being unreasonable" he snickered at your response. This was going as bad as you had assumed but it was about to get worse.

"Yeah I'm being unreasonable..it's always me isn't it?"

The tears started to stream down your face as you hung up the phone once he had raised his voice. You knew that even if you called him back and tried to talk, the conversation would devolve into another argument, one of you needed to stay calm for this but you didn't have the energy for that right now. Instead, you turned off your phone, hoping to give yourself some time to process what had happened and to calm down before reaching out again.

As your phone turned off, Daemon threw his own in anger, shattering it against the wall. He cursed under his breath, feeling a storm of emotions coursing through him. Why did he have such a short temper? Why did he immediately jump to conclusions like that? You didn't deserve to be treated like that, especially not by him but then you jumped to conclusions as well.

As he joined Viserys and the rest of his team, he glared at him as well, his anger spilling over. His frustration was palpable,

"I need a new phone" he said to his older brother and received an exasperated sigh in response. Viserys called Daemon's assistant and asked him to buy a new phone for him asap.

"Why did you tell y/n that I met Samantha this morning?" Daemon crossed his arms as if he was stating a fact instead of an accusation.

"What are you talking about? The last time I saw her and had a conversation was when she was with you"

Daemon gulped at the response, if Viserys didn't tell you about the incident then who did?

"Besides you should have told her yourself" Viserys said to him, making Daemon realise that he had fucked up again, as soon as he got back to his room late at night, he took out the sim card from his broken phone and inserted it in the new one.

His legs were shaking constantly so he took out a cigarette and lit it up as he waited for you to pick up the call, he didn't want you to miss the flight two days later just because you were upset with him. He really wanted to see you and have you by his side.

"Heyy" you mumbled as you picked up the call and his words died in his throat, for a moment he didn't know what to say or how to fix this.

"Ummm how did you know darling? I just want to know..I'm sorry i snapped at you..you didn't deserve that but I just…I don't want to be trailed" his fingers brushed through his hair in frustration.

"You really think I'd do that to you? Do you really think so low of me Daemon?" He was speechless for a moment, he had allowed his past to ruin it again and he had hurt you with his words. All over again.

"No you won't, I'm sorry I made that assumption" you breathed in heavily as he said that.

"So are you going to tell me what happened this morning because I'm making a few assumptions myself, I don't want to think of you like that" you asked him in a straightforward manner and then he was silent again. His anger turned on and off like a switch.

"What do you mean?"

You put the phone down as he said that, clicked the pictures of the pictures you had received and sent it to him and you only sent the ones where he was smiling at her, another mistake, because it clearly came across as accusatory.

"I received them in the mail this evening..that's how I knew..maybe she sent them to me..infact I'm sure she did it..I'm not the one trailing you here daemon " his eyes teared up as you said that, he should have told you especially when he knew what Samantha was capable of doing, of course it was a trap, she never did anything that wasn't meant for hurting him. He should have known better, he was going to apologize but then you said something that made him snap again.

"Do you still have feelings for her Daemon..maybe there's a part of you that-" he cut you before you could finish your sentence. Both of you were just not in sync in this situation.

"Shut up y/n..how dare you say that to me now after everything i have told you about her?"

"I'm just confused and you are not helping "

"You know what I don't want to talk about this right now" he stood up, the urge to throw this phone was strong but he controlled himself.

"You don't want to talk about this?"

"I don't..I'm not going to justify anything, if you believe that I'm still obsessed with the woman that destroyed me than be it"

"Daemon.."

"Noo y/n ..just no..I shouldn't have called" he hung up after that. Didn't even listen to you, maybe you should have allowed him to speak before telling him that you thought he was still obsessed with his ex.

"Gods"

After minutes passed, you felt a heavy weight settle in your chest. You realized just how much your words must have hurt him. You had asked him if he was still besotted with his abuser, a question that must have felt like a slap in the face. But you had been so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn't stopped to consider his.

You suddenly felt terrible for asking him such a thing. Daemon had bared his soul to you countless times, and you had always been there to support him. He had trusted you with the most vulnerable parts of himself, and you had thrown it back in his face now. You couldn't help but think that you had betrayed the sanctity of that trust. You were supposed to be his angel.

You waited for his call but he didn't call again, you waited a whole day before you decided to call him yourself, you hated how anxious you felt about this, you didn't want a stupid misunderstanding to ruin your relationship with him but you had no idea what you were supposed to do if he wasn't even going to talk to you .

He did pick up your call but he was very standoffish, he told you that he was out and very busy, he asked you if you were okay and safe before he finally hung up.

For the next two days you both just texted ..you had to take the flight he had booked for the next day but you weren't even sure if he still wanted you there or not so the night before you called him again,

"Heyyy" you mumbled softly as he didn't say anything once he had picked up.

"Did you pack?" He asked you and your eyes teared up,

"Do you still want me to come?"

"Ofcourse I do, do you not to come?" His heartbeat sped as you questioned him.

"I do…I just.." your voice choked on your tears, you couldn't get the words out because you felt overwhelmed.

"Just come tomorrow, we will talk okay?" he said in a soft calm voice so you hummed in response.

He didn't say much after that and you spent the night twisting and turning on your bed only to take an early flight to Vegas.

What if he takes a step back again? What if he doesn't want to be with you anymore?

With all the troubling thoughts you reached his hotel and made your way to his room. As you knocked, he opened the door and stepped aside for you, wearing nothing but a robe. You were just looking around and didn't even have time to react before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You felt yourself being pulled closer as he began to lay soft kisses on the side of your neck. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. You wanted to reciprocate the gesture, but you were still reeling from your earlier exchange.

He finally put his head up to look at you, your eyes were moist and so were his so he cupped your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your skin in a gentle manner.

"I was on my run when I met her, I wanted to turn around and leave but I felt as if I wasn't able to move at all. You were right, she does affect me still..but not in the ways you fear–" Daemon spoke slowly, as if trying to pick his words carefully. You could sense the conflict within him, the struggle to tell you what happened without causing you further pain.

"I didn't mean that Dae ..I'm -"

"Shhhh let me speak" he pressed his thumb on your lips before you could apologize.

"Everytime I see her I see everything she has done to me. She then walked closer to me and embraced me tightly. I didn't stop her either and then she cried, she cried so much, she wailed as she told me that she missed me..that her life felt pointless without me. As she said that, I thought of my time with her, and I remembered that I used to feel the same way when I was with her, my life felt meaningless with her. When she pulled away I looked at her, finally i really looked at her and for once I felt above her. I saw how shallow and vacuous she was, without any depth or soul of her own and then i remembered how happy I was in that moment because I thought of you, us, our life together.. and that thought made me smile..that's all it was darling, you were the reason why I smiled. You made me smile even when you were not there with me"

As he finished speaking you couldn't hold back your emotions any longer. Tears dripped down your cheeks but his thumbs wiped them away, he leaned down to kiss you lovingly before he pulled away.

"You have been ignoring me for two days" The words were small and weak, barely above a whisper. Your voice cracked as you spoke to him.

"I have been trying to avoid the confrontation, to protect you from my anger, i didn't want to talk to you about all of this on the phone" he said to you but he knew his actions or lack of emotions had once again hurt you deeply.

"That hurt me..that feeling that you won't talk to me when you're upset.. that hurt me alot dae.. I have.. i have insecurities too..I get hurt too"

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he immediately got down on his knees to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry.. I don't deserve you darling..I never did but please forgive me..one more time please?"

This is exactly how he used to beg her for forgiveness, the difference was that he pleaded with her so she wouldn't cause him any further pain. With you however, he was pleading not because he wanted to avoid punishment but because he didn't want to hurt you more.

You got down to his level and your arms wrapped around his neck as you hugged him tightly, you were still upset with him but you really needed to hold him, not just to comfort him but to be comforted by him as well.

"Don't ever do this to me again..if you're upset then fight with me ..but you can't ignore me like that ..you just can't," broken whispers filled his ear so he pulled away and placed his forehead down on yours.

"I don't enjoy raising my voice at you or saying words that prick at the edges of your heart"

"I know you don't..I don't either..but i have realized that I'd rather fight with you and make up then have you pretend as if I don't mean anything to you and that you can go for days without hearing my voice" you cried again and he couldn't stop his tears either.

"I can't ..I can't go days without hearing from you..i was only trying to protect you but I see now how foolish that was" he said softly as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm not a little girl Daemon, I can take your anger but I can't take your silence"

"Okay okay I'm sorry I will never do that again i promise..i promise" he whispered in your ear as he immediately picked you up and laid you down on the bed, his mouth latched to yours in utmost desperation..he wasn't perfect and he didn't think he'd ever be perfect enough for you but he has been trying and knowing that you were willing to stay by his side even after he had fucked up plenty of times was enough to make him want to change for better.

You deserved the man he used to be before she destroyed him, you didn't deserve the broken shell she had left behind.

"I don't see you as a little girl in dire need of my protection but I'm going to protect you anyway love..I'd never do anything to betray you" he said as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

"I didn't mean to accuse you of anything baby"

"I know…shhh I know it's okay..pretty angel it's okay" he cooed in your ears "Missed you love, I don't want you to leave" you tilted your head as you caressed his scalp with your fingers.

"I have to though..I'm sorry..i have missed you too baby"

"Mmmm Nooo stay..after the fight tomorrow..don't leave, stay with me..we will leave together after the finals"

"Daemon–"

"I'll find a job for you..If you want to work at the diner then I'll convince your boss ..heck I'll buy that fucking diner for you..I'll do whatever it takes..just stay with me please" he whispered between the small kisses so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him as lovingly as you could. His words brought a smile to your face.

"Okay..you don't have to buy the diner.. I'll stay" the smile on his face widened as you said that. There's nothing more he wanted in that moment than to have you stay with him.

"Besides i have to make it up to you"

"You do..I told you I'd make you grovel" you said sheepishly.

"Mmm make me grovel sweet girl I deserve that"

You smiled as he said that and cupped his cheeks to kiss him. You finally felt at peace, your heart no longer pounding in anxiousness and worry of the future of your relationship with him.

He had to attend a meet and greet event for the UFC so he left you by yourself in the hotel. You were in the balcony just enjoying the view when you noticed a woman down there near the pool who seemed oddly familiar to you.

You huffed and immediately went downstairs to confront her, she had sent that envelope to cause problems between you and Daemon and well you hated to admit it to yourself that it had worked in a way.

"You know i have never seen someone so shameless as you, it's like you have no integrity" you crossed your arms as you faced her, she had a binocular in her hands and you really wanted to grab it and bash her head with it.

"Did you get the pictures sweetie?" She asked you, a nasty smile curved her lips..

"Yeah and whatever you were trying to achieve didn't work ..you know he has moved on right? After what you had done to him you should have been rotting in a jail or worse be dead" the smile on her face faded as you said that. You despised her and you weren't afraid to tell her that.

"I had him first and he will always belong to me, I'd never leave him and if he can't be mine then I promise you ..I'll ruin him forever" she smiled again once she finished his words before she walked past you to leave, Daemon was right, it was as if she had no soul. Her empty threats didn't bother you though.

You just had to find a way to get rid of her once and for all.

As you made your way back to the room he was already there,

"Where were you sweetheart?" He asked as he approached you, you looked around the room and it was filled with several bouquets consisting of your favorite flowers.

"A stroll, you left me alone here" you didn't want to talk about Samantha especially after that emotionally heavy conversation you both had today because of her.

"That's rude of me to leave such a pretty lady all alone and cold in the bed isn't it??" He picked you up and you squealed as he threw you down on the bed.

"You can't… fight tomorrow " you reminded him so he groaned and squeezed his eyes.

"Is this how you're going to make me grovel?"

"Maybeee"

"Evil"

He kissed you sweetly before he laid next to you,

"Thanks for the flowers, I love them" he smiled as you said that.

"I have something else too"

"Let me guess..Another piece of jewelry?" He frowned in a playful manner at the comment.

"Am I so predictable in my gestures?"

"Yeah but I like that"

"Well I might just surprise you then…close your eyes"

"Fineee" you chuckled as you closed your eyes, he grabbed your arm and made you sit up, you heard his footsteps reaching for the closet and then he was back,

"Okay..open" you opened your eyes as he placed a sizable box on your lap. Looking at him sheepishly you unwrapped the gift. You gasped as you saw that it was a set of chef knives but they weren't some run of the mill knives you used in your kitchen, the handles were made from Ziricote woods and they were very expensive, again something you never would have bought for yourself.

"Daemon…" you smiled as you pulled one of them out and admired the handiwork and finishing.

"You like it?"

"It's beautiful" you felt awestruck in a way, you loved your job and to know that he wanted to give you something you'd use and cherish had warmed his heart. It was one of the most thoughtful presents you could have ever received.

"She is," he mumbled, his eyes never leaving your features as he adored how happy you looked by a set of knives. He wanted to spoil you with diamonds but they never brought such a smile on your face.

"Thank you really" you kissed him as tenderly as could. You knew he didn't like knives, you had noticed his discomfort whenever he was in the kitchen with you, they reminded him of times when she used to harm him with it all night long so him gifting this to you because you loved a good sharp knife was a big deal for you.

And Maybe you could use the knife to stab Samantha as well, win for all.

At night he took you out for dinner and you met Viserys, when Daemon was distracted he told you that there was something he wanted to discuss with you but you weren't supposed to involve Daemon in the matter, you had no idea how to feel about that, you didn't want to keep secrets from him but you had a feeling that whatever Viserys wanted to tell you was important and had to do something with Daemon. And Viserys would never say or do anything that would hurt his little brother.

Daemon was loved by one man the most and that was his older brother, Viserys had practically raised him like a father because their father had passed away when he was just seven.

"I know I'm not supposed to fuck you..but can you tease me a little? Get me all riled up?" He mumbled between the heated kisses so you sat him down on the couch.

"Mmmhm you know i enjoy teasing you baby..why do you want it though?" you asked as you unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it down his shoulders, fingers caressed the raised scars on his skin gently.

"Just so I'm burning for you all night and when I finally take you tomorrow after the fight ..the release would feel sublime"

Your hand trailed down from his chest to his abs and you finally cupped his bulge before you caressed him slowly over the fabric.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmm.. Yeahhh..torture me babe i deserve that" he mumbled softly, his voice was meak and low, you kept your eyes on his features as you didn't want to trigger him with a bad memory

"I don't want to torture you baby..you're my baby" you whispered before you kissed the soft supple bottom of his earlobe and a smile graced his lips.

"I know..It's okay..i desire it..you don't hurt me, you could never" his arms wrapped around your waist and breathing got heavier, placing his head down on the couch he took broken breaths in as your hand continued to stroke him slowly, the pleasure beginning to build in his core.

"That's good? You okay sweetheart?" You asked him softly and he moaned, his tongue slipped out to lick his own lips that were beginning to dry because he couldn't keep his mouth closed, your free arm wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer to kiss him, lips to lips and then tongue to tongue.

"You are loved and cherished, you know that right?" You murmured against his mouth and he groaned before he placed his head down on your chest ..

"I'm cherished..by you?" He asked as if he couldn't even comprehend how adored he was.

"By me, by your brother, your mum and dad, all of those people who turn up for your fights and those who waited for you to return, everyone is so proud of you, so in love with you and most of all..mee..I love you"

"Mmmm darling " he spoke between his bated breaths, your fingers caressing through his neck heightened the sensation for him "Stopp please ..I will cum" you immediately stopped as soon as he said those words, you cupped his cheeks and caressed his face. Once he had calmed a little he pulled away to look at you. His eyes were teary,

"Promise me you won't give up on us, I know I'm not the guy you deserve–" you cut him off as he said that.

"Stop saying that please "

"It's the truth, you deserve to be loved better than this my love and I want to be better"

"Okay shhhh now..you are enough just the way you are, i have never been loved this way Dae"

It was hard to sleep that night for both of you, but especially him. He resisted the urge to hump against you like a horndog, you resisted the urge to ride him into oblivion.

The sexual frustration was evident the next day as he stepped inside the octagon, he took that frustration out on his opponent and bested him mercilessly.

After the fight while he was getting medical help Viserys approached you and then he told you something about Samantha that even Daemon didn't know, he had no knowledge of that night, he wasn't in his senses when it happened and now she was using it to blackmail Viserys.

Samantha wanted Daemon back in her clutches and she'd do anything to bring him back in her life, she was willing to ruin his career all over again. Turns out her threats weren't empty but you knew to protect Daemon and his dreams you'd have to step up instead of cowering down and giving her what she wanted. You'd never allow the love of your life to fall into her trap again, you couldn't imagine him being hurt again, especially now when he was learning to move on and heal from her abuse.

You were going to protect him and for that you were willing to do whatever it takes.

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