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norrisainz33 · 15 hours ago

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new beginning || ln4

☆ summary: y/n is in the cursed second red bull seat but finds the opportunity to thrive in indy car

☆ pairing: ln4 x racingdriver!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none and hate comments

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for the request 🫶🏻

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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redbullracing: a dominate race from max here in qatar! only one race to go in the 2024 season

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user1: glad to see max back on top

user2: y/n has the worst luck i feel so bad for her

user6: y/n has so much more potential than this

user8: being max’s teammate is not easy

user3: get y/n off this team

user5: we are losing the wcc bc of y/n

user2: oh don’t be so dramatic

user4: super max back again

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patriciooward: ohhhh you two are getting real cozy over there

ynuser: maybeeee mr nosey

patriciooward: just looking out for mi amiga is all - be careful with him

ynuser: gracias mi amigo. lando is a good guy

patriciooward: he is and i know that. i just love you like my dear sister

ynuser: and i love you patito

user5: maybe instead of spending so much time with lando you could be learning how to drive

landonorris: diva DOWN

ynuser: this diva is up not down

landonorris: yeah you right. i am on a high after seeing you

ynuser: 🥹 smooth

landonorris: trying

user6: oh he’s a cutie

maxverstappen1: tea

ynuser: subtle but yes

josefnewgarden: 👀

ynuser: 🫣

user7: are yall together or

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f1: BREAKING 🚨 y/n y/l/n and red bull have reached an agreement to part ways for 2024. this comes after a tough season for y/n who has had her fair share of struggles. we can also confirm that y/n has signed to drive for Arrow McLaren for the 2024 indy car season. we wish her the best of luck in her next endeavor!

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user5: it’s about time!

user2: she’s gonna thrive in indy car i just know it

patriciooward: to new beginnings with my best friend as my teammate 🧡

user33: i love this friendship so much

redbullracing: thank you ynuser

user2: that’s really all you have to say?

user3: good riddance

arrowmclaren: welcome home ynuser

user12: wishing y/n nothing but the best. everyone should watch indy car it’s going to be so much fun with her this season!!!

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ynuser: its been a while. back to remind you that the indy car season starts this weekend in st. pete 🤍

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user2: she’s back!! i missed you y/n

patriciooward: let’s go teammate

ynuser: my teammate and mi hermano 🧡

maxverstappen1: can’t wait to watch you this weekend

ynuser: i miss you so dearly. can’t wait to see you

user21: omg is max going to st pete?????

user11: cant wait to get into indy car this season

landonorris: where are my pic creds

ynuser: thanks for the ocean pics!

landonorris: 🙄🙄 you’re welcome

user7: they’re together!?? he took the pic in the second slide???? omg

elbaoward: my babieeeessssssss

ynuser: my lovey 😘

arrowmclaren: our favorite papaya girly ��

ynuser: 🤍🧡🤍🧡

user13: y/n crumbs!!! i’ve been waiting for this

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arrowmclaren: an incredible first weekend back in st. petersburg! p1 for our girl y/n with a great result from pato and nolan.

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elbaoward: i am so proud

patriciooward: me too

ynuser: don’t make me cry more 🥹

user19: my favorite sibling (not really) trio

user2: i’ve never cried so much watching a race in my life. i am so proud of y/n

ynuser: an incredible weekend. thank you for believing in me 🧡

arrowmclaren: we are so proud of you y/n

user44: see this is how you treat your drivers redbullracing

landonorris: incredible work ynuser

ynuser: thank you my muppet 🤍

user18: this season is going to be the best season for us i just know it

maxverstappen1: that’s my girl

ynuser: my bestie 🥹🥹

user22: i’m so glad y/n is here in indy car

user43: y/n and mclaren championships incoming

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f1gossip: lando norris and max verstappen have been spotted at the st. petersburg indy car grand prix to show their support of ex-f1 driver, y/n y/l/n, as she makes her debut. it’s been rumored for months that lando and y/n are more than just friends and after y/n’s p1 finish it’s all but confirmed. following the race, y/n got out of her car and ran directly into lando’s arms giving him a rather passionate kiss

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user2: best news i’ve seen all day

user20: them flying out to florida to be there for y/n days before they have to be in australia is so dear to me

user33: they are two of the best friends anyone could ask for

user32: indy car is the perfect home for y/n

user67: the love those two have for y/n speaks volumes about her as a person

user21: i’m so proud of her 🥹😭

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ynuser: i can’t describe how incredible these first few races with arrow mclaren have been. in these first 5 races, i haven’t placed outside of the podium and i can’t even begin to explain how proud i am of myself and of this incredible team. thank you to everyone who has cheered me on through the ups and downs - i love you all. next up, the indy 500. (p.s. yes that is lando)

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user2: she found her home 🧡

maxverstappen1: you are a superstar ynuser

ynuser: that’s you max

user89: the most impressive career turn around i’ve ever seen

landonorris: proud of you my love

ynuser: thank you 2025 wdc

landonorris: don’t jinx me

ynuser: i wouldn’t dare

user2: she can say these things now that she’s not on rbr lfg

patriciooward: you’re making me look bad (jk i adore you and want nothing but success for you)

ynuser: impossible to make you look bad when you’re one of the most talented drivers out there 🤍

user99: landoy/n supremacy! him making time to see her race is everything!!!

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a/n: thank you for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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mohammedaldeeb · 3 days ago

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A Humanitarian Appeal from the Depths of Suffering🥹:

The War on Gaza, Our Losses, and the Struggles We Endure

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However, the recent war on Gaza has turned our world upside down😢. I have lost my job💔,

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jxwl4k · 2 days ago

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Please do the “jacked and kind” trend on TikTok with shoto or katsuki I love the way you write!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ jacked and kind .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ yn forced bakugou to do the jacked and kind tiktok trend.

“You’re not seriously gonna make me do this,” Bakugou grumbled, glaring at YN as she set her phone up on a nearby counter.

“Oh, come on, Katsuki!” YN said, adjusting the angle of the camera. “It’s cute! Everyone’s doing it. Plus, you’re literally the perfect guy for it.”

“The hell does that even mean?” he growled, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

YN grinned mischievously. “The trend, duh. You’re jacked and—” She paused for dramatic effect. “—kinda sweet sometimes.”

“Take that back,” Bakugou snapped, his face turning red.

YN laughed, standing on her tiptoes to pat his shoulder. “You’ll survive, tough guy. Now, just lift me onto your shoulder. Like, effortlessly. That’s the whole point of the trend!”

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath about “stupid trends” and “damn extras,” but the faint smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. He’d never admit it, but he’d do just about anything YN asked.

“Fine. But don’t complain if you fall on your ass,” he warned.

YN rolled her eyes. “I trust you, Mr. Dynamight. Now, hurry up before Kirishima walks in and never lets us live this down.”

Bakugou sighed, grabbing her by the waist as if she weighed nothing. With one smooth motion, he hoisted her up onto his shoulder, holding her there like a sack of flour.

“See? Easy,” he said smugly, looking up at her as she laughed from her perch.

“You’re so extra,” YN teased, but the light blush on her cheeks was hard to miss.

“And you’re light as hell,” he shot back, his smirk widening.

The phone recorded the whole thing, capturing Bakugou’s cocky grin as YN laughed uncontrollably on his shoulder. Before she could ask him to put her down, Bakugou spun in a quick circle, making her yelp in surprise.

“Katsuki!” she squealed, holding onto him for dear life.

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to drag me into dumb trends,” he teased, but his tone was light.

When YN finally uploaded the video with the caption “He’s jacked and (begrudgingly) kind 🥹,” it blew up almost instantly.

The comments were priceless

• “He acts mad, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying this 😂.”

• “Pro Hero Dynamight? More like Pro Hero Boyfriend Goals!”

• “This is the softest I’ve ever seen Bakugou, omg???”

Bakugou wasn’t happy when he saw the video later.

“YN, what the hell is this?” he barked, his face red as he held up his phone.

“You look good! The internet loves you!” Y/N said, biting back a laugh.

“Damn extras…” he muttered, but his lips quirked up despite himself.

Deep down, he didn’t mind being “jacked and kind” for her—so long as she kept it between them. Or, well… the entire internet.

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voxslays · 2 days ago

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Can I request a little spicy headcannon with the male characters in Hazbin. Would love to see how they would react to the reader doing the walking in naked challenge to them❤️❤️

SUCH A TEASE

Featuring >>> Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Valentino, Vox, & Husk x Reader (separately)

Warnings: Suggestive, Talks of sex (but no actual smut-)

Alastor

Deer in headlights. Will only snap out of it once he had adjusted to it. (Because apparently deer do that??? Google help me-)

The stag will say things such as; “My dear? What are you wearing?” In a horrified way. (Because of the time period).

Would go get you some clothes, a towel, etc. You will be covered up, don’t worry. You can count on this man to go find you clothes, even though that probably (definitely) wasn’t your intention-

Lucifer

Notices immediately…and is such a dork. Would say things like “Oh golly!” Or just stutter and slur his words to the point you don’t even know what he originally meant to say!

His cheeks become a deep golden as the (golden) blood runs to his face. He is very embarrassed about it—so don’t (do) tease him.

The devil will attempt to flirt, but fail miserably. He keeps stumbling over his words. How could he not when someone as gorgeous or handsome as you is in his line of sight!?

Vox

Not phased whatsoever. Is probably too busy working or stalking Alastor to even notice your sheer lack of clothing. It will take him forever to notice—Valentino will have to literally point it out—and even then, he might not pay that much attention to it.

But when he does? He glitches and the proceeds to blue screen…before all the power in the entire city is cut off. What can he say? You’re just to gorgeous.

Oh…you’re in for a long night. Vox will not be able to keep his hands off you, so I hope you don’t need your legs the next day (or week).

Adam

Is the type to go “What did I do to deserve this?~” in a very flirtatious way. You will never hear the end of it.

Like Valentino…this man will be on you within seconds. You are in for a long night (or longer, depending on your stamina).

Over the next evening—or afternoon if Adam is feeling really impatient and decides to just bend you over the meeting table—you will experience every position under the sun. Have fun.

Husk

Won’t really care 2.0. Sure, he might blush a little and admire you, but husk isn’t really one to act on it I’d imagine.

Now Overlord!Husk? Oh boy…He is just like Adam and Valentino. He will bend you over one of the poker tables in the middle of the casino floor as a punishment for teasing him. He absolutely doesn’t care about the forming crowd watching the overlord fuck you.

Valentino

He may have poor eyesight…but he could never miss your gorgeous body any day. Is immediately humping you like the disgusting freak he is. Please do not feed into his weird fantasies…It will only encourage him…

As the two of you are going at it as you inevitably do—because he’s the overlord of lust and depravity—he will tell you how much he’d love to see your beautiful (or handsome) face in his studio.

Seek professional help.

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weisbrot · 16 hours ago

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angel grantaire perhaps? i've been rereading under my wings and i would love to see your take

shame on me but i havent read it yet so heres my best guess 🫣💛

hope its what you wanted dear anon and thank you for this request and fic rec!! 👀✨🪽

#les miserables #enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire #requests #my blergh #lm my blergh #please bear with me just improvising on the idea 🫣 imm pretty sure the fic is not canon era but my brain whent there #also enjoy Rs butt ahaha didnt wanna cover it tho it usually is #more juicy i left it at adonis this time lol #otherwise these sketches would become too much to do time wise

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pascaloverx · 2 days ago

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STARVE

Summary: You lost your husband some time ago while he served as a gladiator for Emperors Geta and Caracalla. General Acacius saved you from becoming an object of pleasure for the emperors. Since then, he has taken you as his mistress. In your free time, you became a disciple of Ravi, the healer, dedicating yourself to tending to wounded gladiators. All seemed to be in perfect harmony until Hanno, a gladiator driven by a thirst for vengeance, crossed your path.

Author's Note: And the gods said: Starve will be a multi-chapter fanfiction (I hope readers will follow it all the way through). Without further ado, the characters belong to Ridley Scott's Gladiator II universe, though there will be significant deviations from the film. Historical accuracy regarding life in the Roman Empire may not always be strictly observed, so I hope you can overlook that. Yes, this story revolves around a love triangle, but I will strive to satisfy everyone. This fanfiction will include adult content, violence, and potentially coarse language. Enjoy!

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Days, perhaps more, have passed. You and Hanno have been meeting in secret, seizing moments when there was no sign of General Acacius. All that you were permitted to know was that he was recovering in the company of his beloved wife, Lucilla, who made it clear she wanted no trace of your presence near her husband. The absence of Acacius weighed upon you more than you cared to admit. To be denied access to him felt akin to holding your breath for far too long. Yet, your clandestine encounters with Hanno had proven to be a welcome distraction, enough to keep your mind from lingering too deeply on what you could not change.

"Your gladiator is requesting your care, Y/N. And while we are on the subject, your encounters under the pretext of physical care will soon spark rumors," Ravi remarks as he steps into the chamber where he keeps his healing tools. "General Acacius will be the first to rage if he learns of your escapades. Should Emperors Geta and Caracalla grow suspicious, they may presume you are seeking a new lover. Not to mention the possibility of Macrinus taking offense at your growing closeness with his gladiator." You remain crouched, organizing a collection of herbs, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Hanno needs you—or rather, he has summoned you for yet another session of personal defense training.

"Ravi, believe me, I am well aware of the risks I take in daring to draw close to Hanno. Yet, I choose to take them—something no one of sound mind would do. General Acacius will not always be there to save me in the future. Lucilla has made her stance on my involvement with him abundantly clear. You do not see him here, concerned for me, do you? Precisely for that reason, I must think of the future." You speak as you search for the garment General Acacius once left at your disposal, should you ever need to fight.

"Since you are so determined to take such risks, be cautious. The guards will bring Hanno to be treated, and you will have only that time to practice—whatever it is you two practice," Ravi warns, much as he does each time you and Hanno meet, repeating the same cautions.

"I shall change my attire. If you would, dear friend, make Hanno comfortable until I return," you say, rising and moving toward the exit of the space where you and Ravi have tended to countless gladiators. "If all goes well today, I shall be one step closer to becoming more than a healer or a lover. I shall be the closest thing to a warrior I can aspire to be." Ravi nods, though a hint of worry lingers in his expression. He is the closest thing to an ally you have.

Time rushes by when one is on the brink of doing something forbidden, but you no longer concern yourself with the consequences. You are resolute to take control of your destiny, even if that control is but a sliver. Once dressed, you secure the dagger Acacius once gifted you in a hidden compartment of your attire. It is your small but vital secret, and you are steadily improving in its use.

With purpose in your stride, you make your way swiftly to where Hanno is awaiting you. When you arrive, his eyes brighten at the sight of you. "I see your delay is justified; you look prepared for battle. Let us see if you can land a blow," Hanno says, advancing toward you with a predatory gait meant to intimidate.

You meet his gaze with an unflinching smile. "Save your words for when we’re truly facing off, gladiator," you reply, following him to the familiar training grounds. It is the very arena where countless gladiators sharpen their skills, preparing for the moment they will stand before the emperors in the grand coliseum.

As soon as you step into the center of the training grounds, Hanno strikes without warning. His sword arcs toward you, narrowly missing as you instinctively step back. At the start of this combat practice, both of you wield swords, though your grasp on its use remains novice.

"Have you lost your sanity, Hanno? I wasn’t ready," you exclaim, fixing him with a glare of irritation. He advances on you again, silent and relentless, as if transformed into a stranger intent on attack. His gaze is unwavering, his resolve sharp.

"When you’re defending yourself, no one will wait for you to be ready, nor will they show you mercy. I want you to see me as you would see any foe who dares strike at you," Hanno declares, his sword slashing toward you again. You react, relying on your defensive maneuvers, retreating step by step until a strategy for counterattack begins to form in your mind.

"I’m not so sure; you seem to be enjoying this far too much," you retort, timing your movements before landing your first offensive strike. It catches him off guard, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face. The gap between you narrows, charged with the thrill of the fight and something deeper, more electrifying.

"I am enjoying it just as much as you enjoy patching me up with that brute strength of yours, healer. Now, focus," Hanno says, parrying your blow with unnerving precision. It’s like a dance—each movement perfectly countering the other. You attack; he defends. He strikes; you block. The rhythm between you is almost hypnotic, an eerie harmony born of tension and skill. But then, in a risky maneuver, Hanno manages to disarm you. Your sword flies from your grasp, landing far out of reach. Now standing mere steps apart, your eyes meet, both of you breathing heavily. It feels like the end for you, so why not take a chance?

With a surge of reckless determination, you rush toward him, channeling all your strength into an attempt to topple him. In your mind, it isn’t Hanno you’re facing—it’s an enemy, someone who would do you harm. Your unexpected move catches him off guard, and he falls to the ground. By sheer luck or fate, his sword slips from his grip as well. Now, you find yourself on top of him, both of you unarmed. The air between you is charged, your breaths mingling as silence envelops the space.

"It seems I have bested the great gladiator of Macrinus," you say, pressing your body lightly against his, a triumphant smile on your lips. Hanno smirks, his hands firmly gripping your waist as he swiftly reverses your positions, pinning you beneath him with effortless strength.

"Do not be deceived, healer," he murmurs, his piercing gaze locking with yours. But you are not so easily subdued. With a practiced movement, you draw the hidden dagger from your vestments and press it against his neck, the blade gleaming in the dim light. "Your presumption is touching, gladiator," you retort, your tone both teasing and sharp.

"What will you do next, healer?" Hanno asks, his breath warm against your face. The tension between you ignites instantly, palpable and undeniable. Before you can respond, he pulls your face closer to his, his lips capturing yours with a fervent intensity, as though he means to consume you entirely. At first, you almost resist Hanno’s kiss—it feels forbidden, a boundary you should not cross. Since your husband’s passing, Acacius was the only man you had kissed. Yet, as Hanno’s tongue ventures into your mouth, you find yourself surrendering, the kiss quickly becoming mutual.

In truth, Hanno is devouring you, but you refuse to let him take the upper hand so easily. You tug at his hair with force, pulling him closer, demanding his full attention. The kiss deepens, its intensity increasing to the point of no return. You want him to feel your hunger, to know that you wish to consume him just as much. For all its forbidden allure, you crave this moment—not because of duty or obligation, but because you want it. You want to know what it feels like to kiss someone you shouldn't, to rebel against every expectation tethering you. Your husband was not forced upon you, but your marriage had been a safeguard. Becoming Acacius’ lover served a similar purpose. But with Hanno, nothing feels safe. And perhaps that is why you let this moment unfold. There is no security here, no veil of protection. If you and Hanno are caught, Acacius could kill him, both the Emperor Geta and Emperor Caracalla could execute you, and the repercussions would be endless. Yet, none of that matters as your lips clash with his in this reckless, intoxicating dance of defiance.

The kiss is all-consuming, so intense that, for a moment, it steals your breath. You pause, pulling away to recover the air you desperately need. Yet Hanno seems unsatisfied, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that threatens to unravel your resolve.

His hand cups your face, fingers tracing over every detail as if committing you to memory. When his thumb brushes over your lips, he murmurs softly, "Your lips remind me of hers, my beautiful Arishat." Reality strikes like a sharp blade. He is with you, yet his mind lingers on his late wife. The weight of that truth is unbearable. As he leans forward, seeking your lips once more, you push him away, creating the distance you now desperately need.

"I will not be her replacement," you think, your resolve firm. "Nor Lucilla’s substitute." Avoiding his gaze, your shame and frustration burn within you. Rising quickly, you make your way toward your quarters. You and Ravi must always be prepared to tend to the wounded, so your rooms are close to where the gladiators train and where Ravi keeps his healing tools.

"Healer," Hanno calls out behind you, his voice firm yet laced with something softer. He follows after you, refusing to let the moment end so abruptly.

"Gladiator," you say, turning to face Hanno. Your body nearly collides with his, but you take a step back, halting the chase that had ensued. "Our training is done. I think it would be wise for us to part ways now, so as not to confuse..." You pause, searching for the right word to define what you might be confusing, only for Hanno to step abruptly closer, almost closing the space entirely.

"I am not confused about anything, healer," he says, his tone firm yet sincere. "I was lost momentarily in a memory, but I assure you, I knew exactly who I was kissing." He takes another step forward, his presence overwhelming.

"The act itself is already a problem, gladiator," you reply, struggling to maintain composure under his intense gaze. "We should not have kissed." Before he can respond, both of you hear footsteps approaching. In an instant, Hanno’s hand moves to your waist, pulling you behind him as though to shield you from whatever danger may come. Ravi appears, nearly running toward you, his face etched with worry.

"General Acacius has been seen heading this way," Ravi announces, his voice hurried and panicked. "The guards are murmuring that he’s coming to see you, Y/N. I suggest we get Hanno out of here immediately, and you prepare yourself to receive him."

The mention of Acacius sends a cold dread through you. Him encountering Hanno now would spell disaster. "Tell the guards who brought Hanno to retrieve him from here," you instruct, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. "Hanno and I will change out of these combat garments, and I’ll distract Acacius while the guards take Hanno back to his cell. Ravi, I’ll need your speed."

Without hesitation, Ravi nods and rushes off to summon the guards. You, in turn, push Hanno toward a secluded area where he can change out of his training gear. "Change in there and wait for me," you instruct firmly. Noticing the swords in his hands, you swiftly take them from him despite his protests. With no time to spare, you carry the weapons back to your quarters while Hanno remains in the area where you and Ravi usually tend to injured gladiators. In the quiet urgency of your chambers, you hastily change your attire, your mind racing with the precariousness of the situation. Hanno waits silently, the gravity of the moment clear to both of you.

"Do you fear what might happen should General Acacius discover your association with the gladiator who recently sought his life?" Hanno asks as you enter the room where he waits patiently to be taken back to his cell.

"I do not fear for myself," you reply, adjusting your tunic with calm precision. "I fear that if you and he meet, there will be unnecessary bloodshed. As I’ve told you before, if you wish to kill him, do so in a duel—before the people of Rome. Sate the appetite of Emperors Geta and Caracalla as they watch you strike at each other in a frenzied battle for glory in the name of the gods."

Hanno listens intently, his expression thoughtful as he steps closer. Without a word, he helps you smooth the folds of your tunic, his touch deliberate yet gentle. "Will you tell him of our association, then?" he asks, finishing his adjustments and letting his hand linger briefly as it grazes your cheek.

"What is there to tell?" you counter, meeting his gaze with resolve. "Our association is no one’s concern." A smile spreads across Hanno’s face, slow and satisfied, as if your answer pleased him greatly.

Moments later, Ravi appears, his expression tense. "The guards are near," he informs, his tone clipped. His gaze shifts between you and Hanno, briefly noting the closeness between you, though he chooses to remain silent. With a small nod, Ravi turns to Hanno, gesturing for him to follow. Hanno casts you a lingering look before allowing Ravi to lead him toward the guards, leaving you behind with the weight of the encounter still pressing on your chest.

You wait patiently for General Acacius to arrive, though his delay stretches longer than anticipated. The thought suddenly strikes you—he might already be in your quarters, as he has been on previous occasions.

"Would you care to explain," his voice calls out, smooth and laced with quiet reproach, "what reasons led my beloved healer, whom I hold in such high regard, to abandon me to the care of Ravi instead of tending to me herself?" Turning toward the source, you find him stepping into view, pulling back the mantle that had concealed his face and form. His approach is measured, deliberate, and his gaze briefly flickers to the swords you had left behind without considering they might draw his notice.

"You should have sought explanations from your wife, General Acacius," you reply, your tone calm but firm, though the effort to keep it so is greater than it seems. "It was she who instructed me, in the presence of the guards no less, to withdraw from tending to your care." His footsteps pause near the swords, his attention drawn to their gleaming edges. The air between you grows heavier as his eyes shift back to yours, narrowing slightly as he regards you. You remain steadfast, though the distance you keep from him feels tenuous, as if he could close it with the simplest of steps.

"I was not informed of such a decision; I would never have allowed my care to pass from your hands to another's," General Acacius speaks softly, his tone a mixture of calm and yearning as he moves toward you with deliberate caution, yet there is a palpable hunger in his eyes.

"General, whether you authorized it or not is irrelevant," you reply, holding your ground though the weight of his presence begins to press upon you. "Lucilla no longer wishes for us to remain close. Surely, you remember that when all this began, you told me that if your wife were ever to object to our association, even if it was merely for appearances, it would end."

Your words are firm, yet the truth they carry sinks heavily into your own heart. You know now, with certainty, that the chapter of your life entwined with Acacius is nearing its inevitable conclusion.

"Those words were spoken before we became what we are today," Acacius responds, his voice steady yet filled with a quiet intensity. "Surely you know I have no intention of abandoning you." He steps closer, his gaze unwavering, his nearness suffocating in its allure.

"Do not worry for me. Your pity is no longer necessary, Acacius," you say, though the ache in your chest betrays the pain these words bring. Deep down, you have long feared that what he felt for you stemmed from nothing but pity.

"I have never pitied you," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with conviction. "Perhaps I felt empathy for your pain in the beginning, but after that—everything was real. Your presence makes me a better man." His hand reaches up to touch your face, tenderly tracing its contours as if to soften your resolve. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, an intimate gesture meant to draw you back to him, to coax you into his embrace once more.

"You owe your loyalty to your wife, not to me," you say, your voice faltering slightly under the weight of his gaze and the warmth of his touch. "We must no longer allow ourselves to feel anything beyond what is proper, Acacius." Even as you speak, your resolve weakens beneath his touch, his words a balm and a temptation all at once. He seems heedless of your protest, intent only on closing the distance between you.

"Lucilla has my loyalty, but you... you have my protection. I will not leave you unguarded," Acacius says, his lips almost brushing against yours, his voice weighted with emotion.

"Then you should know that my loyalty is no longer yours exclusively," you reply, steadying yourself as you deliver the words. You feel the sharp recoil in Acacius as he steps back, his expression hardening, though disbelief flickers in his eyes.

"I am involved with another," you continue, forcing the lie to your lips with a strength you did not know you possessed. "It may mean that I will no longer require your protection in the future." Your words are a dagger you wield with precision, for you know that to continue as his lover would jeopardize his marriage—a risk you cannot allow, no matter the desires that linger within you.

"Who would dare attempt to claim you, knowing that you are mine?" General Acacius demands, his voice edged with irritation that betrays a rare crack in his calm demeanor. His gaze narrows, his presence no less imposing, but the fury brewing beneath his words sends a shiver through you. You realize the fire you have kindled within him may burn brighter than you anticipated.

"Someone who does not fear the wrath of General Acacius," you say, your voice steady despite the undeniable pull of his proximity. You desire him, undeniably so, but you know you must not have him.

"It is clear that our involvement must end—now. Before it concludes in disaster," you declare, watching as Acacius processes your words, his gaze shadowed with an intensity that seems both pained and unyielding.

"Then let it be clear to you," Acacius responds, his tone laced with an unwavering authority, though no threat lies in his words. "Whoever dares to encroach upon what is mine will meet the edge of my sword without delay. Our bond will not be severed while either of us draws breath, Y/N. Keep that in mind." His declaration is resolute, not spoken as a plea but as a statement of his immutable commitment to you. It leaves you breathless, the weight of his words pressing against the fortress of your resolve.

"You cannot protect me forever, Acacius. Just as I cannot heal you forever," you murmur, stepping closer, your desperation palpable as though silently begging him to release you—to let you go before you both reach a precipice from which there is no return.

"Mea domina," he whispers reverently, stepping closer and pulling down the fabric covering your shoulder with deliberate care. His lips press softly against the exposed skin, lingering as if to seal a silent vow. The tenderness in his touch conveys more devotion than desire, a gesture that leaves you caught between longing and regret.

"I would die if necessary, but I will not abandon those I hold in the highest esteem. You and Lucilla are my priorities, and I will relinquish neither of you. If you place so much faith in this new interest of yours, let him come to me bearing a sword, and he shall find his end," he declares, his voice unwavering and resolute, his words resonating like a solemn oath.

Acacius lifts his hand to gently cradle your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his lips trace a path of soft kisses along your temple, down to the curve of your jaw, and finally your forehead. His lips linger as if memorizing each contour of your face, avoiding your mouth deliberately—a clear boundary, or perhaps his way of expressing silent reproach for the words you have spoken. The kisses feel like a claim, yet also a farewell—his way of both cherishing and punishing, of reminding you of his commitment while withholding the one intimacy he knows you yearn for. The intensity in his gaze as he pulls back speaks volumes, as though he is willing you to see the depths of his resolve. "At times, it feels as though battle is all you truly understand, Acacius," you say, holding his gaze with a penetrating look, as if unraveling the depths of his thoughts.

"I am a man of honor," he replies, his tone firm yet measured. "I will not seek out the man who dares to involve himself with you, but neither will I stand idle should he attempt to take what is rightfully mine." His presence remains close, commanding and resolute, as though he seeks to claim not just the space but the moment itself. With deliberate care, Acacius reaches out, his hand brushing your face in a touch that is at once gentle and laden with unspoken meaning. It lingers, as if he wishes to commit every contour of your features to memory.

Without another word, he steps back, retreating from your chambers with the disciplined stride of a general accustomed to carrying the weight of empires. His departure leaves the room heavy with unresolved tension, the air thick with the echoes of what cannot be spoken. Alone, you are left to ponder the tangled web of emotions and loyalties binding you to both Acacius and Hanno. The weight of your entanglement bears down upon you, as inevitable as the arena’s call to blood and glory.

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Santa Baby

Mason Mount x reader

You and Mason welcome your first daughter shortly before the holidays.

Word Count: 8400+

Requested: No

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), swearing, child birth (under 18 DNI)

A/N: This is an old draft I had for Mason and to be quite honest, I'm a bit nervous to post since it has been a while. I had every intention of getting this posted before Christmas, but it just didn't happen. Feedback always appreciated.

Mason had left for training early that morning, after you had reassured him several times that you were fine. You were sure the uneasy feelings you had were more related to Braxton Hicks contractions and the excitement of the upcoming holidays more than anything.

You were still three weeks from your due date with your and Mason's first baby and your midwife appointment a few days ago was uneventful and you were showing no signs of progressing towards labor at that time.

Christmas is next week and if you can just get through the last few things on your to do list you will be fine. However, the irregular pains you were feeling earlier in the morning have since become more regular and slightly more painful, enough so that you decided to give the midwife a call to ease your mind.

"How often?" she asks, trying not to sound overly concerned.

"Every seven minutes," you breathe.

"And getting stronger?" she follows up with another question.

"Yes, definitely getting stronger," you sway your hips standing at the kitchen counter, seeking any kind of relief you could get.

"Where's Mason?" she asks another question.

"Training, he should be home in a couple of hours," you wince slightly at the pain.

"Oh no," you gasp when your water breaks sending a cascade of fluid onto the floor.

"Y/N, can you still feel the baby moving ok?" she asks after you explained what happened.

"Mmhmm," you groan, "shit, that hurts a lot worse now."

"Y/N, you need to call Mason and get him home, I will meet you guys at that hospital. Congratulations mummy, it's baby day," you can hear the smile in her voice.

"Hi, Catherine," you grit your teeth through another contraction, "it's Y/N Mount, I can't get Mase on the phone, I'm sure he's still training, but can you track him down and have him call me, it's urgent."

"Yes, of course, is everything ok, dear?" she asks.

"Mmmhmmm, or it will be, I hope, just have him call me as soon as possible please," you beg before ending the call.

You do your best to clean up the all of the fluid out of the floor, changing clothes quickly and grabbing all of the things you had thankfully already packed the week before.

When Mason calls you back, you can tell he's out of breath and sounds like he's running still. "Hey baby, is everything ok?" he asks his voice full of concern.

"My water broke, Mase, I'm in labor," you groan as you hear him starting his car.

"I'll be there as fast as I can," he says nervously.

"Be careful, don't speed, I'm not going anywhere," you laugh softly, calming him a bit.

"Ok, I love you, see you soon," you hear the engine rev.

"I'm serious, Mason Mount, it won't do me any good if you don't ont get here in one piece," you say sternly.

"Yes ma'am," he chuckles.

"I love you, be safe," you sigh.

About ten minutes later you hear Mason clatter through the door, still wearing his training kit, boots and all.

"Hi baby," he smiles at you, coming over and wrapping you in a hug, gently rubbing your back when you groan as you have another contraction.

"They are about five minutes apart now," you breathe out.

"Go shower, quick, I don't want our baby meeting you when you smell like sweat and grass," you smile up at him.

A few minutes later he is rushing back down the stairs, freshly showered and changed. He grabs your things and puts them in the car and then helps you into the front seat where you lay a towel down trying not to ruin the interior.

He holds your hand and soothingly strokes over the back of it with his thumb as he makes the short drive to the hospital.

"Thank God, we picked somewhere close," you sigh as you pull into the car park.

He turns off the car and moves to open the door when you grab his hand, "Mase, wait, what if I can't do this, what if I can't get her here safely," you look at him, your eyes brimming with tears.

He leans his forehead against yours, "y/n, baby, you've done so well this whole entire time, you've been so strong, I know you can do this, everything is going to be fine."

He kisses you softly on the lips, "let's go meet our baby girl," he smiles at you when you nod.

Once you've settled into the delivery suite, your midwife comes into check you. "Already at 6cm, y/n, you're doing brilliant," she beams at you, "I would say this little one will be here in a couple of hours if you continue progressing this well."

Mason stays beside you, holding your hand, rubbing your back, and encouraging you every step of the way. He doesn't even wince when you hurl a few curse words his way for "getting you into this mess."

Once you're fully dilated and it's time to start pushing, the panic really sets in.

"Mase, I can't, I can't do this," you shake your head at him, tears slipping from your eyes.

"Baby," he says, brushing your hair out of your eyes and kissing you on the forehead, "you can do this, I know you can, I'm so proud of you, y/n, you've done so well, just a little while longer, yeah? She'll be here soon, I love you so much."

You nod and close your eyes, willing yourself to keep going, for him, for your baby girl that you can't wait to meet.

"I'm ready," you breathe out, squeezing his hand.

"That's my girl," he smiles proudly at you.

A short while later, cries fill the room as your baby girl enters the world and is placed on your chest.

Mason looks at you with tears running down his face as they ask him if he would like to cut the cord. He nervously takes the scissors and does the honors, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, you were amazing, look at her, she's perfect," he smiles at your newborn who is now quietly laying on your chest.

"I'm going to take her over here and clean her up and check her over," one of the nurses smiles at you as she removes her from your chest and places her under the warmer.

"I love you so much, y/n, thank you," he smiles at you before kissing you softly.

He stays by your side but keeps glancing over to where the nurses are looking your daughter over.

"Mase," you get his attention, "you can go over there," you smile at him.

"You sure?" he asks but his eyes keep wandering over to his baby.

"Yes, Mase, I'm sure, go see her," you nod at him kissing the back of his hand.

"I'll be right here if you need me," he says kissing you on the forehead again.

"Unless you've miraculously learned to sew, I think I'll be ok with the midwife," you chuckle.

He looks at you a bit puzzled.

"Stitches, Mason, she's putting in stitches," you giggle when you see his eyes widen once he realizes.

"Oh," he shakes his head at himself, "do a good job," he smiles at the midwife, "I mean, take good care of her."

The midwife chuckles at him as he moves around the end of the bed.

"I am so sorry," he says when he glances to where she's working, never even looking up to your face.

You and the midwife shake your heads at one another as he makes his way over to his baby girl.

"Dad, would you like to put her on her first nappy?" the nurse smiles at him.

"Yeah, sure" he says nervously.

"Have you done this before?" she asks handing him the diaper.

"Once or twice, but never when they're this new," he looks down at his newborn baby girl, gently starting to put the diaper on her.

"You're not going to break her I promise," the nurse chuckles at him.

He finishes up and she swaddles her in a blanket and hands her to him. "There you go dad, all yours," she smiles at him as tears well in his eyes.

"You're all mine," he grins, "you've got the best mummy in the world little girl, she's so brave and so strong and I hope you grow up to be just like her," he says as tears stream down his face.

You take a couple of pictures of them with your phone before getting his attention. "Mase," you smile at him when he looks up at you with the biggest grin on his face while you take a few more photos.

He moves over to stand next to you, "thankfully she has your nose, I think," he grins.

"But I hope she has your eyes," you smile up at him.

"She's got a head full of dark hair," he continues smiling at her, pulling the hat back enough for you to be able to see.

"Alright mummy, just going to clean you up a bit and put a fresh gown on you and get you some fresh linens," the midwife smiles at you, "then you can do some skin to skin with her."

Once you're cleaned up and have a fresh gown on and clean sheets, the midwife takes a few pictures of the three of you before placing your baby girl on your chest.

"She might be hungry soon, you can call the nurses to come help you with feeding her when you're ready," she smiles at you.

"She's beautiful, you both did a great job," she takes another picture for you before leaving the room.

Once she's left, Mason is standing beside the bed looking at both of you. He takes a few pictures with his phone and continues hovering over both of you.

"Mase, come here," you say scooting over in the bed and making room for him to sit with you.

He kicks his shoes off and climbs into bed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you cuddle into his side. He places his other hand over your baby's back as you both cradle her to your chest.

"She's so perfect," he whispers against your temple before kissing you there lightly, "I really can't believe she's here."

You both sit quietly, just taking in your first moments as a family of three until she starts to stir a bit and begins sucking on her hand.

"I think she's ready to eat," you say quietly as Mason calls for the nurse to come in.

He starts to get out of the bed when she comes in until you grab his arm, "just stay here, I'm more comfortable with you beside me," you smile at him.

He wraps his arm back around you and settles back at your side while the nurse helps you get your daughter latched on and eating.

"Let her eat as long as she wants to, if you get uncomfortable or need help switching her to the other side let me know," she smiles before leaving you alone again.

"You're so amazing, y/n, I'm so proud of you, I don't think I've ever seen you look as beautiful as you do right now," he speaks quiet words of affirmation to you while you're feeding her for the first time.

"Thank you, Mason, for everything, you've been wonderful this entire time, I couldn't have made it without you," you smile up at him.

"My girls," he whispers as he strokes his thumb over her head and squeezes you a little tighter before placing a soft kiss to your lips.

Once she's finished eating, the midwife comes in to check on you and offers to help you to the toilet.

"Mason, would you like to do skin to skin?" and before she even finishes her statement he's whipping his shirt off and tossing it across the room.

You both chuckle at him as you place her on his chest and cover them both with the blanket.

"I'm pretty sure you whipping your shirt off is what got us here in the first place," you grin at him.

"I think it was the other way around," he winks at you.

After you've been to the bathroom, the midwife brings in a couple of sandwiches and snacks for you both to eat.

"Mase," you say between bites, looking at him with your daughter sleeping soundly on his chest, "I know I just pushed a baby out not too long ago, but I'm so turned on seeing you with her right now," you smile shyly at him.

"I'll keep that in mind for later," he chuckles, watching as she wraps her tiny hand around his finger.

"I'm in so much trouble," he sighs, "she's gonna get away with everything, and I'm going to spoil her rotten."

"Well if you spoil her more than you do me, you might need another job or two," you lean against him, holding up one of the sandwiches for him to take a bite of.

"We should probably let people know she's here," he mumbles as he swallows his food, "I didn't even tell anyone you'd gone into labor."

"Let's wait just a little longer, I'm kind of enjoying having the two of you all to myself for now," you speak through a yawn.

"Why don't you take a nap, I'll be here, just staring at her," he says as he leans his head over on yours.

"Okay, but wake me up if you get sleepy, and I'll trade with you," you yawn again.

"Get some rest pretty girl, you've earned it," he kisses you on the top of the head before you drift off.

You wake from your nap a little while later when the baby starts to stir, you feed her while Mason makes a few calls letting your families and close friends know that she's here and everyone is doing well before you both settle in for the night.

The next morning, you are released to go home. Even though the midwife gives you the option to stay one more night, you want nothing more than to retreat to the comfort of your own home.

As you are filling in her the birth certificate prior to leaving you look over at Mason, "I guess it's really time for us to finalize her name," you smile at him.

While you'd both narrowed down a short list, you had decided you wanted to meet her before making the final decision.

"Would it be cheesy if we make her middle name something Christmas related?" you smile over to him while he balances her on his knees, just staring at her while she sleeps.

"So we've settled on Isla, correct?" he glances up to you before looking back down at her.

"Mmm" you hum in agreement, twirling the pen you are holding in your hand.

"How about Noelle as her middle name?" he smiles at her as she stirs slightly before smiling in her sleep.

"I think she likes it," he grins at you.

"Me too, pretty name for a pretty girl," you grin back at him.

The drive home is slow, as Mason refuses to drive the actual speed limit. You don't fuss at him, though, its incredibly sweet how protective he is of both of you.

Once you are at home, he takes over taking care of everything he can, refusing to let you lift a finger for more than feeding your daughter.

Mason misses a couple more days of training and a match to stay home with you, but you can tell he's getting antsy. He's not used to not being busy with work obligations and while you are grateful for his help and support, you also know he needs to get out of the house.

"Mase, I think you should go to training for a bit in the morning," you smile at him as you climb into bed beside him.

"No, I don't want to leave you," he shakes his head.

"I know, baby, but I can tell you are getting restless. At least go in for a couple of hours, we will be fine, I promise."

You watch as he mulls it over in his head.

"Maybe just for the outdoor work on the pitch, I can do the cardio and weight training here," he flashes you a smile.

Your days are consumed by caring for Isla, Mason does all he can to balance trying to get back into training with helping you at home.

He makes the extra effort to help with getting things together for Christmas, picking up groceries and trying to honor the traditions the two of you have.

One evening, as you are watching a Christmas movie and enjoying the cookies the two of you had baked earlier, he looks over and notices you've started crying.

"Y/N, baby, what's wrong?" he asks as he pauses the movie.

"I've just realized Christmas is only a couple of days away and I haven't finished my shopping and wrapping, and I didn't even buy her anything Christmassy to wear because I didn't think she would be here yet" you sob, suddenly overwhelmed.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses you on top of the head, "stay here, I'll be right back."

He disappears and then returns a few minutes later with a few bags in his hands.

"I picked up a couple of things the other day when I was out," he smiles at you, handing you the shopping bags.

You open them to find that he's bought matching pajamas for the three of you for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning, as well as a Christmas dress for Isla, a few cream color baby outfits and a blanket that says "Baby's First Christmas" on it.

"I noticed you looking at those a couple of weeks ago when we were out shopping," he smiles as you admire the things he picked up.

"You're too good to me," you let the tears fall from your eyes again.

He wipes them away gently and kisses you lightly on the lips, "you've given me everything I've ever wanted, it's the least I could do, sweetheart."

"Thank you," you choke out, "I'm sure it's just the hormones making me emotional."

The next morning after he's left for training, you hear a knock at the door. You hear chattering outside before you can open it, but as soon as you do you hear "Auntie, Y/N" as Summer squeals and then wraps her arms around your legs.

To your surprise, you find Mason's mother and sister and nieces standing outside.

You usher them in before Jazmine wraps you in a hug.

"We're sorry to show up unannounced, but Mase called last night worried about you," Debbie pulls you into an embrace after Jazmine.

"He said you needed help finishing up Christmas things," Jaz adds.

You nod, "I got a bit overwhelmed last night, I'm sure it scared him."

"He just wants to take care of his girls," Debbie smiles at you, "so put us to work, whatever you need.

"Thank you both, I'm sure you've got plenty to be doing yourselves, you didn't need to make the trip up here," you smile, thankful for the trouble they've gone to.

"Nonsense," Debbie grins, "any excuse to come and see that gorgeous baby works for me."

They had been here a couple of days after you had gotten home from the hospital, everyone eager to meet the new addition to the family.

Your mom is planning to come and stay a few days after the New Year since that's when you previously expected to go into labor.

"Mum is going to stay here with you and the girls, I'm going to run into the city to finish picking up whatever you need, if you can just let me know where you need me to go," Jaz offers.

You chat while they admire, Isla and you finish up your shopping list before Jazmine sets off.

While she's gone, Debbie helps you to wrap the gifts you already have that aren't wrapped and showers you with compliments over how well you are doing with everything and you have to admit it is nice to hear.

She arrives back to your house with the items she's picked up for you as well as dinner for you and Mason.

She cuddles her new niece while you wrap the last few gifts and spend a few minutes playing with your nieces.

Once they are sure you are feeling better about everything, they bundle up the girls and leave, heading back home after serving as your elves for a few hours.

Mason arrives home in the early afternoon to find you napping on the sofa with Isla in the bassinet next to you. He takes a few minutes to admire you while you sleep, never having felt more in awe of you and the way you've handled transitioning into this new role so flawlessly.

On Christmas Eve morning you wake to find Mason gone from the bed, you glance around and realize he must have gotten up with the baby and left you to sleep a little longer. You make your way downstairs to the living room and find him sleeping on the sofa with Isla snoozing on his chest. You take a few pictures of them, both sleeping with the Christmas tree glowing behind them and you've honestly never felt so content and in love in your entire life.

You make coffee for the two of you and gently wake Mason up.

"Morning, daddy" you grin at him sitting your coffee down before taking Isla and placing her in her basinette.

You hand him his mug as you sit down beside him, "you know my brain realizes I'm actually someone's daddy now, but my dick doesn't," he chuckles before leaning over and giving you a kiss.

Later in the afternoon Mason's family arrive to celebrate Christmas Eve and stay the night just as they always have. You enjoy your normal family traditions with them over the evening and next day; eating, opening presents, making cookies and playing games.

As Christmas Day draws to an end, your heart is full from spending the day enjoying Isla's first Christmas surrounded by those you love. When Deb offers to be on baby duty for the night, saying she will bring her to you when she needs to eat but otherwise let you and Mason get some much needed rest, you reluctantly give in knowing you could use some alone time together.

"Babe," you call out from your closet as you make a final adjustment to the red satin pajamas you put on, you're not quite ready for lingerie yet, but you admire your post baby curves and the way your breasts spill out of the top of the camisole you're wearing, knowing Mason will enjoy the way you look as well.

"Yeah," he answers and it sounds like he's in the bed.

"Could you do me a favor and sit on the end of the bed and close your eyes," you call back to him, "I have one more gift for you," you grin in anticipation.

"Ok," he answers a bit puzzled.

"You there?" You call back.

"Yep," he chuckles.

"No peeking," you smile at him as you look around the door to make sure he followed your directions.

You walk over to him, gently taking his hands and placing them on your hips while you stand between his legs and rest your hands on his shoulders.

"Okay, you can open them" you whisper.

He opens his eyes and the look on his face is one that you hope you won't forget anytime soon. His eyes are full of wonder and love, mixed with a flair of lust and heat.

"Jesus baby, you look incredible, what's this all about?" he grins up at you.

"Well, I figure I've been on the nice list all day, but I kind of want to end the night on the naughty list," you wink at him.

"I didn't think we could, you know..." he trails off and knits his eyebrows together.

"We can't, yet, but I've noticed your showers have been extra long lately, and just because some things are off limits doesn't mean all things are off limits," you lean down to kiss him hungrily.

He raises his eyebrows as you pull a red satin ribbon from beside him and move to cover his eyes with it.

"One last look" you wink at him as his eyes rake up and and down your body before you blindfold him.

"You are naughty," he chuckles to himself.

"I haven't even gotten started yet, babe" you smile at his eagerness as you settle on your knees in front of him.

You kiss along his chest and abdomen, flicking your tongue along the smattering of hairs just below his navel before he jerks his hips involuntarily.

"Patience baby," you smile against him as you slip your hands in the waistband of his pajama pants and slide them down his legs when he lifts his hips for you.

"Have you not had on underwear all day," you ask him as you take his hardened length in your hand and enjoy the quiet gasp that escapes his lips.

"Nope," he breathes out stifling a moan as you flick your tongue over his tip lapping at the precum that has already collected there.

"If I'd have known that I would've given you your present earlier," you whisper before licking a stripe along the vein on the underside of his shaft.

"Oh god, baby," he moans as everything seems more sensitive without being able to see what you're doing.

"Mase you're going to have to try to be quiet," you chuckle, "we do still have guests."

"Got it, I'll try, but I can't make any promises," he groans as his head tips back when you take him in your mouth and begin to slowly work him just the way you know he likes it.

You alternate bobbing your head with swirling your tongue around his tip, working what won't fit in your mouth with your hands. He places one hand on the back of your head to steady your pace and to ground himself a little.

"So good baby" he breathes out, "so so good."

You glance up to see him with his head back as he's still blindfolded, his chest rising and falling as he tries to keep himself quiet.

You take more of him into your mouth, gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat.

You continue working him, letting him feel the tip of his cock in your cheek when he grazes his fingers along your jaw.

"So perfect," he bites his lower lip.

"Can you take a bit more for me?" he pleads as you relax your jaw and take as much of him into your mouth as you can.

"God, yes, that's it baby, so good for me," he groans when you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder as you pull back off of him a little.

"I'm close," his head falls back again as you drop extra spit down his cock and work him with your hands.

"Come on, Mase, cum for me, I want every drop of it."

You swirl your tongue around his tip again before taking him fully into your mouth and running your tongue along his shaft.

"Fuck, y/n" he moans as his abs contract and he shudders and releases himself into your mouth.

As his breathing slows you reach up and pull the ribbon from his eyes, allowing him to see you on your knees in front of him, with his cum on your tongue before you swallow all of if and wipe what spilled from your lip and chin with your thumb.

"Just when I didn't think today could get any better, you pull something like this out of your bag," he grins as he pulls you to your feet and then into his lap.

"I'm full of surprises," you chuckle before you kiss him deeply, allowing him to taste himself.

"This has been the best Christmas," he smiles as he lays his head against your chest.

"Because of the blow job?" you giggle.

"Well, I mean, I've got no complaints there, but because it's just been such a good day with our new little family. You're so incredible, you've handled everything so well and I'm so proud of you and fall more and more in love with you every single day," he glances up to see the tears in your eyes.

"I love you, Mase, I'm couldn't do any of this without you, you've been amazing," you lean down to kiss him gently.

"Merry Christmas, baby" you smile against his lips before he falls back on the bed and pulls you close to him.

"Merry Christmas, love," he whispers.

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grandline-fics · 19 hours ago

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Hey dear! I really love your writing,so so much! And if you were still open for requests I would love to see you write Smoker with the prompt 'Kiss to prove a point' If that is okay? <3 Thank you so much and thank you for sharing your amazing writing! <3

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Kiss to prove a point

WARNINGS: Hi there! Thank you so much for this request, there's very Smoker love on my blog which I'll have to try and fix haha. I had a lot of fun coming up with the scenario for this prompt and I hope you like what I wrote.

CHARACTERS: Smoker

WORDS: 1,276

A/N:

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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When people looked at Smoker they took in the tall imposing figure; the broad shoulders, the scar, and the constant scowl and nearly hostile stare that kept everyone guessing on whether he was incapable of being in a good mood or if someone had pissed him off the second he woke up that morning. Some on the G5 base now joked that Smoker scowled when he was a kid and his face got stuck that way, his expression only changing to evoke angrier emotions, never positive ones. The subordinates of G5 obviously worshipped their commander, it was just they needed to find something to comment on, to joke about and use it as a way to see that he was human just like the rest of them. While focussing on Smoker’s constantly grumpy face was always a classic for them, a new topic had arisen to entertain the masses: his blossoming relationship with you.

The term blossoming was very, very loose for the G5 Marines because nothing in anyway juicy or scandalous had so much as occurred on the base between you two. At this point they would have taken something borderline tame. Just something. Anything to show them that their boss was actually in a relationship. Because as far as they knew one morning they all came down to the mess hall and Tashigi gleefully passing along the news that you and Smoker were officially dating. That was it, just the Captain’s solid confirmation of the romance. Nothing changed though. You both were the visions of decorum and stellar professionalism.

Now you were the more cheerful of the pairing-which wasn't hard by comparison- but when you and Smoker were seen talking in the corridors or in the other's office it was always respectable, enough space between you both as it had before Tashigi stated you were an item. There was no quick jolts out of each other’s presence like you’d almost been caught getting cosy, no flushed faces or lingering looks shared. Hell, no one had even seen you touch the other even something as simple as you putting your hand on his arm would have given them something. After a week of waiting they came to the conclusion that Smoker was clueless and they felt sorry for you.

“Should we say something?” One asked in the middle of the training yard one afternoon. “Not even in a prying way…maybe he just doesn’t know?”

“Know what?” A second questioned with a frown.

“Maybe he doesn’t know how relationships like this work?”

“Yeah he could be unknowingly neglecting them?” The third suggested make the first Marine nod firmly, happy that someone was on his wavelength.

“Exactly! It’s not prying exactly, just offering encouragement?” He stated with a proud smile. “And if the Vice-Admiral’s in good spirits then the entire base’s morale will improve too.”

“Guys…I’ve had a thought.” Another Marine uttered nervously. “What if it's too late? What if they’ve already broken up?” Silence fell over the group as they now considered the very possible scenario. Poor you, already fed up of no change in your relationship with Smoker had ended things but you were both so professional that no one knew anything.

“No!” One of the Marine’s laughed, more to convince himself that couldn't be the case. “Tashigi would have said!”

“What? So soon after telling us they were together?” The Marine asked with a solemn shake of their head. “Announcing a breakup so soon after would be a greater wound to Vice-Admiral Smoker’s pride than anything.” Once again the dejected silence fell over the group, mourning their commander and idol’s dead love life.

Sharply behind the group, a loud and obvious throat was cleared and every Marine snapped their heads around to freeze and pale at the sight of Smoker staring down at them; arms folded, eyes narrowed, and teeth slowly grinding against the cigars in his mouth. “The point of the training yard is to actually train your bodies and skills, not train your tongues to gossip like teenagers.”

The group flinched at the harsh words but they swallowed their fear enough to meet his stare.

“W-we’re sorry sir but we-”

“I heard.” Smoker sharply cut off the pathetic excuse before he had to suffer hearing their ridiculous opinions in his personal life another time. “I just don’t know how any of it is your concern.”

“Morale!” Smoker rolled his eyes at their unified explanation. When in doubt, that always was their go-to reasoning for immaturity. One dared to continue with hope in their eyes. “Please at least tell us you haven’t blown things yet. Don’t be afraid to make them feel special, it’s okay to show you care.”

“I haven’t-” Smoker stopped himself to roughly run a hand down his face at exasperation at the group. He was beginning to consider he was being too soft with his subordinates and let out a sharp huff. This was all Tashigi’s fault. Why couldn’t she have kept her mouth shut? “You have no need to worry. Everything is…everything is fine.”

“Just fine?” One of the Marine’s questioned with a tense frown. “Sir…”

“What now?”

“Fine is how you describe the mess hall’s food…not a new relationship.” The Marine told him. “If you're not careful they could be seduced by someone who’s not afraid to even hold their hand.”

Smoker was about to launch into a full tirade at the group for meddling in his life and inferring he wasn’t treating you properly. He’d been very close to throttling them when they hadn’t realised he was there and neglecting you in some way. Now hearing it being said to his face only angered him more. Thankfully for their benefit, you’d appeared in the training yard in search of another Marine. Your eyes locked on to the Marine in question, spotting him amongst the group in front of Smoker and began to approach.

Feeling something snap in him, Smoker swiftly discarded his cigars and closed the space just as you drew closer. You gave him a cursory nod and prepared to step around him, only to gasp when Smoker’s arm caught you around the waist and turned you to face him properly. Your eyes widened when Smoker’s lips settled over yours, luring you into a slow and gentle kiss. As always with Smoker, his presence enveloped you completely, settling you into a sense of calm and had you responding to the kiss immediately while quickly forgetting your surroundings. The second you returned the kiss Smoker heightened it once more, inwardly smirking in satisfaction at your eager reaction and the fact that this would now promptly shut up his squad and teach them to never doubt him or his ability to know how relationships work.

Reluctantly Smoker parted and pressed a final peck against your still parted lips. Blinking out of your daze you stared up at your lover, breathless and pleasantly surprised. Pressing your lips together you finally felt you were being stared at and glanced to the side to see your slack-jawed audience and cleared your throat, forcing a polite smile to the group before looking away again. “It’s not our anniversary is it?” You asked softly to Smoker while he offered you a rare chuckle that was often left when you were both in private.

“Nah, everything’s fine.” He told you, finally releasing you. “Don’t think about it.”

“Easy for you to say, I’ll be thinking about this all day.” You laughed before walking away, the kiss effectively making you forget why you even came out to the training yard in the first place.

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stariyu · 2 days ago

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Sanji Headcanons ❀༉‧₊ ──★ ˙ ̟

⤷ General Relationship Head-canons -

a/n: So I tweaked this a little bit because I was so so exhausted when I first wrote + posted this at 12am and then I woke up this morning and decided to look at the post and was like why would I post this omg… I went the whole day regretting it so I fixed it a little because I couldn’t stop myself from not doing it, but anyways, once again enjoy!

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⤷ LOTS of endearing pet names, I swear he’ll call you every single pet name there is to exist. His main pet names for you are baby, sweetheart, mon amour, mon ange, mon coeur, my dear, darling, honey - this list could on for forever honestly -

⤷ I also feel like he might come up with nicknames on the spot for you depending on the situation - like I could totally see you helping him in the kitchen chopping cabbage (for this specific example) and him gushing calling you chou (cabbage in french if I’m correct).

⤷ I’ve seen some headcanons calling Sanji disloyal or saying he would cheat on his partner, and let me say this loud and clear, my chivalrous prince charming black leg Sanji? HE. WOULD. NEVER. (it blows my mind people actually believe this)

⤷ While in a relationship with you Sanji would still be a gentleman to Nami and Robin as to be expected, but he would definitely tone the flirting down now that he has you, his love and joy.

⤷ He doesn’t want to mess up what you have after the mistreatment he went through during his childhood, you make him feel like he’s on cloud 9 and all of his worries melt when he is with you, losing you is honestly a great fear of his.

⤷ Trust me when I tell you that you’ll. be. spoiled. rotten. If Sanji is willing to spend millions of berries to buy the Thousand-Year paper for Nami in the Post-Alabasta Arc, just imagine what lengths he would go for you. This man will seriously go into debt just to see your stunning smile and a kiss to his cheek as a thank you.

⤷ He would smother you in so many fancy gifts. If he was dead broke at the moment, that wouldn’t stop Sanji from still spoiling you - heartfelt letters which he claims his love for you (seriously he puts his soul into them) flowers hand-picked, he would even attempt a handmade gift like a painting or a scrapbook - all for you.

⤷ His love language(s) are acts of service and quality time. This man would be learning and cooking your favorite meals all the time even if you didn’t request them, Sanji would then get pissed that Luffy had eaten it all before you got to have some (this happens A LOT btw.)

⤷ Sanji would also love to do little things for you to make your day easier, he’ll make you breakfast in bed, do your chores for you, carry the stuff you bought on a new island, anything for his darling love.

⤷ For quality time, it could be you just hanging in the kitchen with him while he’s cooking chatting his ear off, having romantic dates, or just simply staring into each other's eyes in silence after a particularly long day - Sanji doesn’t care - as long as he basks in your presence, his day is so much better.

⤷ Dates with Sanji would meticulously be planned out with great love. I honestly feel like he would prefer to cook you homemade meals rather than go out to a restaurant. (ironic i know) Sanji pours his heart and soul into his cooking and he likes to know that your dishes are made with great care. Picnics with him would be the absolute best. I just know it.

⤷ I also see him planning very intimate dates with you, like going dancing, a candlelit homemade dinner, cuddling in the crows nest on the ship stargazing.

⤷ Even though he plans his dates with care and wants them to go perfectly, he loves it when you drag him off the ship to see something interesting on the island and it turns into a spontaneous date, it allows him to relax a bit and of course do his favorite thing, spend time with you ;)

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archaiceuphoriah · 3 days ago

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Naptime went a bit late, but that's alright. These cold and snowy days make me extra sleepy too. Rise and shine, my little one. Oh dear, did you have a small accident? That's okay, Mama isn't mad. Ah, it wasn't you...? It was Moo-Cow? I see...Just the same, an accident is nothing to be ashamed of. You think Moo-Cow needs a nappy? We can do that. Maybe you can put on a pair of Pull-Ups too so Moo-Cow doesn't feel so embarrassed? Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Alright, little one, here we go. Got your Pull-Ups on and some new jammies. Does that feel better? And I be Moo-Cow feels better too. How about you give him a hug and tell him you love him. Awww, so sweet! Come here, my little darling, let Mama give you a hug too!

(To the person who requested this, I hope you enjoy!)

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neuvilette-tea-party · 3 days ago

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well :) this is my first time requesting honestly but i was wondering if i can request for a steb x reader fluff or nsfw oneshot story about the reader starting their job as an enforcer in the same station as steb 🥺

They have a friendly coworker relationship that slowly became more than that. They started to interact after getting paired together from their schedules or go on patrols together. They figured to interact with each other using notes or sign languages and leading the conversation to subtle flirting and maybe some slight nsfw moments. Eventually they developed feelings for each other too

I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND I’M SORRY IF THE TERMS IS A BIT CONFUSING ITS MY FIRST TIME USING THEM BUT I’LL BE SO HAPPY WITH WHATEVER YOU’LL WRITE IT 😭

Thank you so much dear! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Steb is such a sweetheart, I love writing for him ❤️❤️❤️

︶⊹︶︶୨ Steb x GN!reader ୧︶︶⊹︶

Wordcount: 1011

Tags: Date, fluff, slow dance, dessert

request open for best boy Steb

You smile as the waitress of your favorite cafe brings you their new melted chocolate lava cake and Steb’s usual consomme.

“Thank you, Lara.” You thank her.

“You’re welcome, honey. Have a nice one together.” She smiles back.

You two are a regular of the place and know everyone by name, they know you always try their new dessert while Steb always has a consomme. You inhale with delight under the setting sun of Piltover, looking at the park next to the terrasse where families slowly stroll around, both of your helmets on the table.

A simple rendez-vous à deux.

You take your spoon and dive into the cake to see the fondant inside, giggling with excitement while Steb starts eating his consomme with more dignity.

“So! You were telling me you’ve been chosen to be part of Caitlyn Kiramman’s special task force?!” You ask.

Steb silently nods, sipping his soup, but his ears shake with a single tremor or excitation.

“Oh my gods, Steb!” You melt, “This is wonderful! It was time they noticed your hard work! Are you happy?”

He pats his lips with his napkin, eyes focused as he thinks before nodding frankly. He puts down his napkin and starts signing his true thoughts.

“I am very proud of you too! You deserve it! I heard you will have new weapons. With the hextech thingy?”

Steb frowns and shakes his head, his cheek fin waving with displeasure as he talks to you with his hands.

“I never knew you disliked hextech that much... It interferes with your senses ?”

He curtly nods, his lips pressed in a thin line.

“You get migraines? Oh... Did you ask for non-enhanced weapons then?” You slow down your cake tasting to focus on your deary.

He nods again.

“Tonfas, obviously.” You nod too, “Your favorites. You think you’ll be able to manage Maddie’s overflowing enthusiasm?”

He tilts his head left and right, as to say he isn’t sure.

“I know she tends to bypass your authority, but she will be forced to behave with Kiramman. Everything is going to be all right I am sure!”

He shrugs but doesn’t appear all worried about all of that. You silently look at him with sparkling eyes as he elegantly eats.

He is so handsome!

And so, so nice... How many times did you see him help a child with a scratched knee? It never fails to make you melt on the spot.

He blinks his third eyelid, noticing your stare.

“Yes, it’s you I am looking at, handsome.” You cheekily smile.

He coughs as his gulp goes the wrong way, hiding his mouth behind his hand. You hand him your own napkin with a chuckle.

He clears his throat, a rosy shade on his cheek.

“I love admiring your face. It is so well made.”

He coughs once more before calming down and taking back control of his expression. He turns his head as a jazz band arrives under the gazebo as night falls on Piltover.

You observe the musician taking out their instrument while eating and smear some chocolate on your face.

“Oh!” You laugh.

Steb stands up and leans forward, taking your chin between his fingers to wipe off your lips corner with his thumbs, coating it with the chocolate.

He sucks it with a hum of appreciation, savoring the chocolate while you look at him flabbergasted. You brush where he touched you with the tip of your fingers, a sparkle of excitement in your heart, breath short.

He looks at you and grins, satisfied with his effect.

The band starts to play and he puts his spoon dow, seizing your hand, inviting you to follow him. You stand up and let him pull you near the gazebo where other people started to gather. He turns toward you and slides his hand in your back, taking the other in his gentle grip and starts to tenderly slow dance with you.

You bite your lower lips, eyes fixed on his as the rosy shade is back on his cheeks and his ears twitch with excitation. You feel him a bit tense in your arms, the result of the wounds he received during the memorial attack... He reassures his grip on your back, pulling you just a bit tighter and guiding you in a gentle dance, spinning endlessly in each other embrace.

You just cannot detach your eyes from one another.

You let go of his hand to clasp both of yours behind his solid neck while he circles your lower back, swaying lovingly with the soft jazzy tune.

All around you candles are being lit, surrounded by other couples under the shiny stars for a light and sacred moment of intimacy. He pulls your hips closer as his ocean eyes lower from your gaze to your cheekbones, to your nose...

To your lips.

He licks his own lips as he approaches his face from yours terribly slowly to give you all the time to evade if you ever wanted it.

Like you ever wanted to evade a kiss from him.

You press your mouth with a gasped giggle, surprising him with your eagerness. But he slowly closes his eyes in the kiss, savoring the moment.

You gently kiss each other, your lips dancing in harmony, fondly rediscovering each other like a first time.

It feels so... right

And good.

Like it was meant to be all along.

All those missions, those patrols, those training sessions together, and those stolen moment hidden in the closets of the barracks, all cumulated for this suspended instant.

You part very slowly and breathless, hugging each other tight like never before, forehead against forehead, eyes in eyes.

Anonymous in the crowd but lovers as everyone else, embraced by the soft music for a magic evening.

“I love you, Steb.” You confess, your heart in a frenzy.

He presses your foreheads together, gently cradling you with a light purr, his cheek fins twitching with joy.

Happy to be alive and together for a moment of frivolity among the chaos.

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darknessisafriend · 2 days ago

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Hello love! Hope ur doing well. Let me start by saying that I adore ur fanfics! I've been a fan for years now, and seeing commodus trending again is so funny, but I'm here SO here for it!

Anyway, back to my original request: i wanted to ask u if u could do nr 4 on the smut promt list 2! If u could make the reader like an old friend or something, who's just visiting? I hope u get the gist. 😢

Nothing non con, just extremely smutty 😋

Thank u so much!!!

Hello dear! thank you so much for your words, goes straight to my heart <3 I'm so happy to see Commodus trending as well, he deserves it and if the first movie had come it in 2024, he would have an even bigger fanbase ahaha! anyway here's your request, I hope you will enjoy it, there is even a bit of humor in there ;)

Little reminder, request n°4 is :messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after (old friend visiting or someone close to him, full consensual)

The morning after

“Brother, I haven’t seen you that eager since your ascent to the throne.” Gently teased Lucilla with a smile, putting her hand on his shoulder to make him stop pacing around. The young emperor was holding a letter between his hands.

“Lucilla, I haven’t heard from Y/N since that summer in Lanuvium 4 years ago! She is saying in her letter that she traveled and developed a business with her father in the north but now she is on her way back to Latium, to Rome!” he exclaimed joyfully, unconsciously pressing the letter to his chest, closer to his heart, his mind wandering to the moment where he would meet you again.

“When is she going to arrive?” asked Lucilla, smiling, it would distract her brother, he needed to relax and if you could bring him some moments of peace, then so be it.

“I don’t know. She could arrive before sunset, or next week…damnit.” He cursed, now getting anxious. He wanted to welcome you the best way he could, some way to impress you.

Commodus became then insufferable for days, every day on the edge, wanting things to be ready in case of your visit, hoping his welcome would please you, hoping he would still please you. You hadn’t seen each other since he had ascended to the throne, he had changed, grown…what if you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore? What if you were by displeased him now just like he had displeased the others? He lost sleep once again, spending hours looking at the horizon, or standing alert every time he heard a messenger walk through the corridors, expecting the news of your imminent arrival.

It was only days later, during a hot day, when the air was thick and unbreathable as Rome was every summer that the news came. Commodus was sitting at his desk, but he was having a hard time getting any work done, the tiredness added to the heat dampening his clothes despite the many cool baths he took; the fan waved by the slave was like a fan waving heat from a pit. No water could quench enough his thirst.

“Your highness. Someone presented herself at the entrance of the palace. She shows no invitation, but she claims to be Y/N. That you are expecting her.” The messenger spoke, giving a letter to Lucilla who read it first, smiling, before handing it to her brother.

“She is finally here. Allow her in.” Lucilla commented to the messenger. Then, she looked at her brother, his excitement growing yet he remained on his seat, quill in hand “The Empire can wait a day or two. You and I both know there is nothing urgent that needs tending.” She reassured him, gently taking away his quill.

“You are right Lucilla.” He beamed and stood up in haste “Make sure preparations are made for tonight’s party.” He requested as he left through the many corridors and halls of the place, servants struggling to keep up with his fast pace, trotting behind him.

Finally, you came into his view, escorted by your own servants. You were dressed the roman way but wore a few exotic jewels from the various areas you traveled to. Commodus marveled at the sight, he had much to ask you and much to tell as well.

“Y/N! my dearest friend!” he beamed loudly, rushing to you with open arms. Not caring of social norms once again and embracing you tightly, not allowing you to bow to him.

“Commodus! How good it is to see you!” you exclaimed, returning the hug, smiling. How much you had missed him, how much he had changed! “My apologies for not giving you a proper time of arrival…” you apologized, knowing he surely had a busy schedule.

“No need. Traveling is something hard to quantify precisely. I have been waiting for you for days and now that you are here…it was more than worth it.” He smiled, taking your hand and kissing it. “Come with me, we have much to talk about and tonight we shall celebrate our reunion!” he announced, all joyfully, leading you to your quarters and when you were ready, to the gardens.

The both of you sat for hours in the gardens where the plants and fountains brought a bit of freshness, just like seeing each other again. You told him about your travels, your business, everything you hadn’t told Commodus about. As for your friend, he confined about his ascending to the throne, his many difficulties and his hopes; how good it felt to talk so openly without judgement.

“Is cutting your hair a requirement to become emperor?” You gently teased him, your fingers trying to find a few long curls, you loved those.

Commodus blushed, giggling “It isn’t. But I do know that in this damn city, having short hair is a sign of having control over myself. If that can make the senators shut their mouths, I will keep it that way for a little while. Until I give them another reason to fuss about my reign.” He grinned. Here he was, that playful man you knew, loving to provoke, stubborn, sly.

“All I can say is that you are doing wonderfully for business. My affairs are flourishing. People are going to live and cultivate lands in the north of the empire. All thanks to the way you secured the main trade routes and borders.” You praised him with the reality you lived, you have the privilege of being able to be fully honest with him, for good and bad.

He cocked an eyebrow pleased “What is good for you is good for me then…” there was a flirty tone in his voice; something you were used to; it had always been a game between the two of you. “I could involve you even more within the affairs of the empire, you could be my hand in the north for resources…for the army and the palace…” he murmured on the tone of confidence, his eyes slowly detailing your face, he always came up with many brilliant ideas.

“If you secure me better protection for the goods I import in Rome…gladly, your highness…” you breathed, your eyes shining with interest.

“Consider it done, my lady.” He briefly bowed his head before standing, it was past sunset already. “Come, let us not make the court wait for too long. They need plenty to gossip about.” He smirked, offering his hand.

Commodus wasn’t lying when he spoke about imperial parties, full of politicians, courtesans, following your every action, detailing your outfit and judging the words that you use, gossiping behind your back. “How exhausting that must be.” You commented to your friend as you drank some wine and ate olives.

“I try not to pay attention to it. But it proves harder to do than planned.” He chuckled, saluting from afar senator Falco. “These receptions are boring anyway; we are here to celebrate our reunion. Let’s make it memorable.” He grinned, requesting for his cup and yours to be filled. “Do not retain tonight! Wine and food will be served until you can’t stand no more!” he announced, lifting his cup in the air, sign for the musicians to start playing something more inviting to partying. People cheered, instantly relaxing and letting go of social norms, thanks to their emperor’s will. Commodus leaned closer to your ear “See? They were just waiting for my signal to get lost into vice.” He whispered amused, clinking his cup to yours.

The night was filled with laughter and cheers, between the alcohol never ceasing to fill your veins, the exotic dancers making you blush, the divine food that you missed dearly, and the company of your best friend. It was perfect. He enjoyed himself as much as you did; you could tell he hadn’t relaxed in a while and tonight, in your company, he felt like he could finally let go. It was like a breath of fresh air, the wine was intoxicating, allowing Commodus to be himself, singing songs he enjoyed, pranking senators as well.

“My dear, you are sent by the gods. My light to guide my path to Elysium!” recited Commodus as he joined you on a balcony to enjoy the fresh temperatures of the night.

“Please don’t die already, life would be incredibly boring.” You laughed, taking his hand and kissing it affectionately. Commodus approached, making you lean against the edge of the balcony, his hands resting on each side of the stone, trapping you between his arms.

“If you didn’t die with me, death would be incredibly boring.” He re-used your words, giggling “We are invincible, no one can take us down. We are blessed by the gods!” he cheered loudly, spilling his wine on the ground, laughing before leaning closer to you, his forehead resting against yours. Now his warmth against your body was all you could feel.

“How come you are without a husband?” he suddenly asked, his eyes boring into yours.

“I didn’t find one worthy of it. How come you are without a wife?” you retorted, amused. You were telling the truth; you felt much better by yourself.

“I could be your wife.” he answered seriously, making you burst out laughing.

“My wife? I didn’t know you hid the body of a woman under that tunic?” you pulled on his tunic as if to lift it, making him laugh at his turn.

“I-I am not a woman. I am very much a man…I could even show you…” he flirted, he was so close, his nose brushing against yours. He licked his lips, angling his head to kiss you.

“Ah…Commodus...” you giggled, cupping his face and giving him a quick kiss, affectionate, then a few more, then letting the emperor do the same in return, the both of you lightly laughing between kisses.

“We should go elsewhere…” he suggested against your lips, his hand coming to rest on your hips.

“I agree…” you breathed, parting from him and taking his hand. The both of you passed through the crowd, most people were too drunk to notice your closeness or anyway would excuse it to a drunk state.

Commodus led you to his quarters, to his private baths, capturing your lips once again as the doors closed behind you. This time the kisses were slow, yet hungry, sloppy, intoxicating. You pressed Commodus against the wall he undressed you, his hands exploring your body, groping your butt.

“How nice to have baths constantly ready for you…” you breathed, caressing his muscly chest, the heat of the night making his skin damp.

“I love taking baths to be honest.” He giggled “Hey come back…” he protested with a pout as you parted from him, going towards the baths, mesmerized as he watched you take off your undergarments.

“Last one in the bath is a filthy barbarian!” you challenged with a grin, almost loosing your balance as you walked on the wet mosaics and jumping in the bath before Commodus, exhaling at the cool temperature of the water.

“You cheated!” he exclaimed, jumping behind you, water splashing all around as he landed in the water.

“Commodus?” you called after a few seconds, rubbing your wet eyes and looking around, where was he? Until you cried out, when someone grabbed your legs, making you choke on water, Commodus’ head emerging from the water “You idiot!” you exclaimed, splashing his face.

“I was actually drowning! it’s a bit…spinning all around me...until I found your legs.” He laughed, totally reckless. In fact, the both of you were.

“Now...back to business…” you breathed grabbing his face and pulling him for rough kiss; this time he was the one pressing you against the walls of the baths, holding himself somewhat steady. Your breast brushed against his chest as he did a motion of up and downs with his hips, rubbing his hard manhood between the lips of your slit. You parted your legs, moaning as he gave you pleasure; your hand went to bury in his dark hair, massaging his scalp slightly while your mouth went to his neck, kissing it sensually, nibbling his skin, even sucking it, finding yourself wanting to mark him.

His hands traveled from your waist to your thighs, grabbing them and lifting them to have a better hold, the both of you were panting, your breaths mixing together in this intoxicating scent of expensive wine. Commodus kept rubbing against you, his moans and water splashing repeatedly resonating in the room as his pleasure increased. He tried a few times penetrating you, but his balance was terrible and yours too, barely holding onto him. Still, you came a first time from that mutual masturbation, Commodus almost drowning in the water as his legs gave in “Stay with me…we should…go to bed…” you giggled, out of breath, supporting him to get out of the water then he pulled you out as well.

“I agree…it’s spinning too much here.” He replied, catching you as you slipped on the wet floor once again, the both of you holding hands and laughing or groaning as you kept slipping on the ground.

You walked through the corridors of the place, naked, thankfully there wasn’t much distance from his bedroom, so the only unfortunate witnesses to that scene were just a few servants. You hurried to the bedroom, collapsing on the huge bed with the emperor “How comfy…” you purred, rolling on the softest sheets you had ever laid on.

Commodus caught your waist with a chuckle, water dropping from his wet hair onto your chest as he came on top of you “It is yours now, I shall have one made for you!” he cheered, settling between your legs again but you playfully made him lose balance, and came to sit astride him.

“I will take care of you, highness.” You grinned, lifting yourself up a bit as you grabbed his dick, guiding it inside you. You bit your lower in pleasure, giggling as Commodus moaned, rejecting his head back, his hands gripped you hips when you lowered yourself onto him, your hands resting on his pectorals to support your weak balance as you started rolling your hips.

“Oh yes…feels so good!” he grunted, his eyes half closed as he watched your tits bounce. The bed was creaking a bit, your ride was not gentle, it was messy, raw, the only objective was to reach climax before one of you passed out or threw up. “Faster…faster please…I’m almost…!” whimpered your partner; drunk sex was the shortest in terms of stamina, especially that the two of you had been aroused for a while already.

After a short while, you rolled over, a little bit too quick, feeling Commodus’ seed drip between your thighs, you groaned at the sticky sensation, but the room was spinning too much around you to care to clean up. Your lover of the night crawled to your side, hugging you tight as he rests his face on your breast, both of you breathless, your eyes becoming heavy. Yet it was hard to sleep with such dizziness.

“Commodus? Are you asleep yet?” you asked after a while, turning over to face him.

“Hmmmm no…what…?” he asked sleepily, he fact he was struggling not to fall asleep. You caressed his cheek, then took his hand, guiding it to your butt.

“We should totally try from behind.” You whispered, which had the instant effect of waking him up. The more time passed the more the two of you were getting messier, clumsier and uncontrollable.

The morning after…

“ACHOO!” you sneezed loudly, the action waking you up. But the moment you opened your eyes, the light gave you a bloody headache. You groaned, putting a hand over your eyes to shield them and shivering a bit, did it rain last night? You wondered about the humidity of your hair and sheets.

Then, you felt it, an arm tightening around your waist, pulling your naked body closer to a muscular chest. You froze, did you have sex last night!? With whom…oh you praised the gods it wasn’t some old senator. So, you turned around to face your bed companion, blinking a few times to get adjusted to the light.

“Commodus?” you exclaimed in surprise, lifting the sheets, the both of you were indeed naked!

“It’s cold damnit…!” he exclaimed, opening his eyes with difficulty and landing onto your flustered face and…naked body, why were you naked? “Oh…how did we…?” he asked, the sheets were wet, he noticed your knees were bruised, making you wince as he passed his fingers over it, then noticed dried white flakes on your inner thighs. He turned red, looking around, there were no men here except himself, he had done this to you!

“I guess…we drank more than we thought…argh my butt hurts.” You muttered, not really daring to look him in the eyes either, wondering what had led to this, no, why the room was such in a terrible state and why you didn’t remember a thing.

“From what I see it makes sense that it hurts if we... Now why do I have bruised hips and why does my butt hurt too?” he exclaimed confused, until your eyes met his, realization hitting you both. “Oh.” You pinched your lips, trying to contain the laugh that was building in your chest until you couldn’t retain it anymore, bursting out laughing “Y/N! It is not funny! It’s…” protested Commodus, flustered his cheeks red before softening a little bit at the sound of your laughter, seeing you smile, not angry or disappointed. “I... admit it is perhaps amusing.” He smiled shyly before chuckling, opening his arms to let you snuggle against him. No matter what happened during that night, a one-time thing or perhaps the start of something regular…he didn’t regret any of it and neither did you.

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moonselune · 1 day ago

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Hi! I love re-reading all of your work, especially all the Halsin, Gale and Jaheira ones!

In that vein, could I request these three with a Tav that is a lycanthrope? Maybe Tav is telling them, and they’re like, ‘really? It wasn’t obvious at all’ but they totally knew. 😅 Maybe Gale has read up on lycanthrope magic? I dunno, it’s just spooky season, and werewolves deserve love too 😂

I hope you have a great rest of the week! 🌟

Ahh this sounds so good! And thank you I hope you have an amazing week xox

Jaheira:

The sun was setting over the woods, casting long golden rays through the trees. You had been pacing nervously in a quiet clearing, rehearsing what you were about to say to Jaheira. She meant the world to you—her wisdom, her strength, her kindness—and the thought of losing her because of the secret you had kept sent chills down your spine. But it was time. If your relationship was to thrive, she needed to know.

When Jaheira finally joined you, her presence was like the earth itself: grounding and steady. She approached with her usual calm confidence, her green robes swaying slightly with her movement.

“You look troubled,” she said, her voice warm but curious. “What’s on your mind?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “Jaheira, there’s something I need to tell you. Something… important.”

Her brow arched slightly, but she didn’t interrupt, giving you the space to speak. You fidgeted, shifting from foot to foot as you gathered your courage.

“I’m… a lycanthrope,” you finally said, your voice trembling slightly. “A werewolf.”

You waited for her reaction, expecting shock or anger, maybe even fear. Instead, Jaheira tilted her head, her expression calm and unbothered.

“Yes,” she said simply.

You blinked, completely thrown off. “Yes?”

“Yes, I know,” she replied, her tone matter-of-fact. “I’ve known the entire time.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence. “You knew?” you finally sputtered. “How could you possibly know?”

Jaheira chuckled, the sound light and almost teasing. “You think I wouldn’t notice? I’ve seen the signs, dear one. The heightened senses, the way you avoid the moonlight when it’s full, the occasional… furry footprints that don’t belong to any beast in the area.”

You gaped at her, feeling a mixture of bewilderment and slight indignation. “And you never thought to say anything?”

“It didn’t seem necessary,” she said with a shrug. “You are who you are, and I accept that. But,” she added with a sly smile, “it is amusing that you thought I wouldn’t notice. Do you truly think so little of my observational skills?”

You crossed your arms, half-pouting. “I’ve been agonizing over how to tell you, and you already knew the whole time? That’s not fair.”

Jaheira laughed, a rich, warm sound that eased some of your frustration. She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. “I didn’t mean to make light of your feelings. If it’s important to you, I’ll pretend I didn’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “You’re going to make me do this again, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, her tone playful. “Start from the beginning. This time, I’ll act surprised.”

You sighed dramatically but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. But you’d better make it convincing.”

Jaheira leaned back, folding her arms and adopting an overly serious expression. “Very well. Tell me, oh mysterious one, what dark secret have you been keeping from me?”

You rolled your eyes but decided to play along. “Jaheira,” you began again, doing your best to sound somber, “there’s something you need to know. I’m… a lycanthrope.”

Her eyes widened in exaggerated surprise, and she placed a hand over her heart. “A lycanthrope? You don’t say! I never would have guessed. This is shocking news indeed.”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you love me,” she teased, pulling you into a warm embrace. “Thank you for trusting me, even if I may have stolen your thunder a bit.”

You leaned into her, the tension you had been carrying finally dissipating. “I do love you. Even if you’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”

“And I love you,” she replied, her voice soft but sincere. “Wolf and all.”

Gale:

The evening in the Inn was quiet and cozy. A fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. You sat together on a plush chaise, Gale engrossed in a leather-bound book, while you nervously fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve.

For days, you’d been building up the courage to tell him your secret, and tonight felt like the right time. Gale was kind, patient, and understanding—a rare soul who made you feel safe. But this was no small revelation, and a part of you feared what he might think.

Taking a deep breath, you placed a hand on his arm. “Gale, can we talk?”

He looked up immediately, his brows knitting with concern. “Of course, my love. What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. His gaze was so earnest, so filled with affection, that it almost made the admission harder. But you pushed forward. “There’s something about me that you deserve to know. Something I’ve been keeping to myself.”

His expression softened, and he set the book aside, giving you his full attention.

“Go on,” he encouraged gently, his voice warm and steady.

You swallowed hard. “I’m… a lycanthrope. A werewolf.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Gale smiled—a small, understanding smile that made your heart ache with relief.

“Ah,” he said softly. “That explains a few things.”

You blinked at him, startled. “You’re not… shocked? Or upset?”

“Shocked? No. Upset? Never,” he replied, his tone reassuring. “If anything, I’m honoured that you trust me enough to share this with me. I can only imagine how difficult it’s been to keep such a thing to yourself.”

His words sent a warm rush through you, and you couldn’t help but smile. Without thinking, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He returned the embrace without hesitation, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

As you held him, your eyes wandered to the small table beside the chaise. There, partially hidden beneath a stack of scrolls, was a book with a title that caught your eye: Lycanthropy: A Study of Cursed and Chosen Shapeshifters. Next to it was another volume titled Lycanthropic Magic: Harnessing the Beast Within.

You pulled back slightly, glancing between the books and Gale.

“What are those?” you asked, pointing to the tomes. Gale’s eyes followed your gesture, and for the first time that evening, he looked genuinely flustered.

“Oh, those? Merely… coincidences,” he said, a little too quickly. “You know me, always delving into esoteric subjects. Purely academic curiosity.”

You raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Coincidences? Really? Gale, these are very specific books to have lying around.”

He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. “Well, I might have had an inkling,” he admitted, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “A few signs here and there. And I thought… if it were true, I should be prepared. Just in case.”

You stared at him for a moment, a mix of exasperation and affection swelling in your chest. Then you laughed—a warm, heartfelt laugh that made his blush deepen. “You knew the whole time, didn’t you?”

He gave you a sheepish smile. “I suspected. But I didn’t want to push you. I knew you’d tell me when you were ready.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to kiss him gently. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossibly devoted to you,” he countered, his smile softening. “And for the record, nothing about this changes how I feel about you. You’re still the person I fell in love with—wolf or not.”

You hugged him again, this time with even more warmth.

“Thank you,” you murmured against his shoulder. “For being you.”

“And thank you,” he replied, his voice full of affection. “For trusting me. Now, should we delve into these books together? I’ve found some fascinating theories about lycanthropic magic.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Maybe tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to enjoy being here with you.”

Gale smiled, pulling you closer. “As you wish, my love. As you wish.”

Halsin:

The forest clearing was serene, dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above as birds sang in the distance. You and Halsin had chosen this spot for a quiet respite, away from the bustle of the grove and the endless responsibilities that seemed to follow him. He was reclining against a mossy log, his golden-brown skin glowing warmly in the sunlight as he worked on carving a small piece of wood into an animal figurine. You sat nearby, nervously picking at a blade of grass, your heart racing with the weight of the secret you were about to share.

“Halsin,” you said hesitantly, breaking the silence.

He looked up, his amber eyes filled with gentle curiosity. “Yes, my heart?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something about me.”

Setting his carving aside, Halsin shifted his full attention to you, his expression turning serious but still soft. “Of course. Whatever it is, I am here to listen.”

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the blade of grass into knots. “I’m… I’m a lycanthrope. A werewolf.”

For a moment, Halsin’s face went still, his brows furrowing in what seemed like thought. Then, with a dramatic inhale, he placed a hand on his chest, his eyes widening. “A lycanthrope? You? I… I had no idea.”

His words sounded genuine enough, but the flicker of amusement in his eyes betrayed him. You tilted your head, narrowing your gaze. “Halsin.”

“Yes, my heart?” he replied, his voice still laden with feigned surprise.

“You knew, didn’t you?” you accused, though there was no real anger in your tone—only exasperation.

His lips twitched, and he tried valiantly to maintain his shocked facade. “Knew? Why, of course not! How could I possibly—”

“Halsin,” you said firmly, cutting him off. You fixed him with a knowing glare, and his resolve crumbled almost instantly.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as a sheepish grin spread across his face. “I knew.”

You groaned, running a hand over your face. “The entire time?”

“The moment we met,” he confessed, his voice tinged with laughter. “Your scent gave it away. It’s unique—wild, untamed, with a hint of the forest and the moon. It’s beautiful, really.”

Your jaw dropped. “And you didn’t think to tell me you knew?”

“I didn’t want to pressure you,” he explained, his tone turning earnest. “It’s a deeply personal thing to reveal, and I wanted you to come to me when you were ready.”

You shook your head, half-annoyed, half-amused. “So all this time, you’ve been waiting for me to tell you something you already knew?”

Halsin chuckled, reaching out to take your hand in his. His large, calloused fingers enveloped yours, grounding you. “I’m sorry if it feels like I deceived you. That was never my intention. I simply wanted you to feel safe and in control of your own truth.”

You sighed, your irritation melting away under the warmth of his sincerity. “I suppose I can’t be too mad. You were only trying to be kind.”

He smiled, squeezing your hand. “That is all I ever want to be with you.”

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