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Forbidden || Chapter I - Welcome To Blisswater

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Bishop! Reader.

Summary: Just outside of the small town of Blisswater, lives two young sisters, Kate & Y/n Bishop. It's hard not to know who the Bishops are, Kate is the eldest by a year. She is a beautiful young woman, smart, protective and is known to have a talent in using a bow. Y/n, she is shy but quiet as some would say but nevertheless, she holds her own talents and can often be seen tending to the animals of Bishop Ranch. One evening while Kate is out hunting to make some money, Y/n is surprised with an unwanted guest, Yelena Belova. A bounty Hunter from Drybellow who has taken shelter in the young Bishop's barn after being wounded from a gun fight.

Struggling to keep money following, Y/n has no choice but to take the bounty hunter's offer of $5 a day if she is able to help the woman recover. During Yelena's stay, the two grow closer, a little too close if the wrong pair of eyes were to see them.

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"I'm leaving Lucky here with you" Kate, my older sister said as she entered the dining room, "I'll be gone for a least two days at the most. Will you be okay to handle things here?" she asked. A few, long months ago, our parents went on a business trip and are yet to return. Kate and I have been left to run the ranch and keep money flowing until they return, although we haven't heard from them, not even a single letter. My worries for them are endless. "Of course, I will be" I smiled before taking a mouthful of the porridge I made for us. 

"Do you need anything from town before I go?" she asked while putting her bowl in the sink for me to wash later, "no, I think we have everything we need. Just be safe, please" I looked to her. "Always, rabbit" she smiled. Kate has always called me rabbit, ever since we were younger. It comes from when my adult teeth were still coming through, they reminded her of a rabbit's front teeth when they would nibble on their food. "I'm just going to go get Arrow saddled up then I'll be on my way" she added before walking out the back door.

I'm used to Kate leaving for a day or two, she goes off hunting for us while I tend to the ranch. We have 3 cows, 5 pigs and 6 sheep! All of which have names of their own, of course. I've been saving some money to buy a couple of chickens so we can have our own fresh eggs. My father said we'd get some but that was before he and mother left on their trip. Today seems like it will be an easy day, feed the animals then off to the general store for my shift. 

"Alright, you know the rules" Kate spoke as she returned from saddling up Arrow, "father's rifle is in the case under your bed and please, don't let any of those wandering men stay too long! You can't trust everybody just because they say they've had a long day" she adds. "Yes, I know! You don't need to remind of that every single time, it was just once. Besides, Mr Lang has some very interesting stories to tell" I replied. I wish Mr Lang would return; his stories were almost unbelievable. 

"I guess I don't need to remind you to get some more coffee and canned peaches after your shift then?" Kate rolled her eyes at me as she tucked a few canned goods into her saddle bag. "You just did" I replied, sarcastically. "Let's go Lucky! We don't want to be late" I patted my right thigh after placing my used bowl in the sink for laters problem. "Hey!" Kate stopped me just as I was leaving the kitchen, "be safe, okay? If you need anything Mr Barnes is only a call away" she reminds me, again! 

We have a bell that Kate brought, it's rather large. I am to ring it if I'm in any trouble and Mr Barnes, the Salon owner, will come over and see what the matter is. Im not exactly sure how he's able to hear the ringing sound from so far away, we've done a couple of test runs and so far I haven't had the need to use it. 

"Yeah yeah, how about you be safe? I can't do everything around here if you go missing too!" I smiled softly at my older sister, she knows I'm joking. If anything were to happen to her, she knows I'd be okay…I guess. 

Lucky follows me around everywhere, especially when Kate goes off on her hunt. He'll come to the general store and wait outside by the door until I've finished my duties. Mr Wilson doesn't mind, he loves Lucky and even asked Aunt May to bake some of her famous cookies that everybody in town loves, she makes a little extra and dog friendly ones for Lucky. Everybody calls her Aunt May, not really sure why though, I think it's because she's such an aunt to everybody. Almost like a grandma that cooks everybody's favorite treats for the tea party.

The walk to town is always peaceful. In the warmer seasons, it can be rather hot but on days like today when the sun is just starting to peek over the mountains from afar, the wind isn't too cold and the birds sing their morning song, it's relaxing and maybe I tend to take smaller steps just to soak up the morning fresh air before I stay inside for most of it. 

"Good morning young Y/n!" A rather tall and very muscular man smiles to me, it's Thor. Nobody actually knows why his name is Thor, considering it's a very unusual name but he's very lovely. "Good morning, Thor! Keeping well I see" I replied with a friendly smile as Lucky and I slowly make our way past the Salon. "Oh, you know me! Can't resist the great liquor that is served here" the most likely drunken man chuckles. It's barely 7am and he is drinking. I guess that's a hobby for most people around here. 

Blisswater isn't a town for much entertainment, you have your basics. The Saloon ran and owned by Mr Barnes, the General store ran and owned by Mr Wilson, the doctors office with the only doctor within miles, Mr Banner. The gunsmith, Mr Barton owns and supplies Kate with discounts on arrows and sometimes ammunition for us. Mr Fury is the towns barber, my father wasn't a fan of him but when he was desperate for a cut, he had no choice but to see him. Then there's Sheriff Rogers, T'Challa the friendly banker, Peter the newspaper boy (by the way, he's love for me isn't exactly a secret!) and Mr Quill is the towns blacksmith. 

So that's all there really is to know about who lives in and around Blisswater, it's a small town. A town where everybody knows everybody, and word travels faster than you can blink! We all look out for each other here and most don't take kindly to newcomers. Sometimes we have outlaw gangs come passing through, they spend the night at the Saloon, get drunk and make a mess of themselves before pushing on by the afternoon. The walk-through town the following morning is usually a sight of Mr Barnes boarding up the windows of the Saloon from their drunken fights. 

The bell rings loudly as I open the door of the general store, and I'm greeted with Mr Wilson's warm and welcoming smile. "Good morning, Mr Wilson!" I smiled. 

"Please, Y/n, call me Sam! I've known you long enough" he chuckles before reaching down behind the counter for the plate of Aunt May's famous cookies. 

"I'm sorry, it's habit! I see Aunt May has come early this morning" I wandered up to the counter taking one delicious treat. "Lucky's biscuits are back here as well; did you bring him this morning?" Mr Wilson, I mean, Sam asked. "Of course! Kate is out today and left him all to me" I took a small bite out of the homemade goodness. "Parents off again?" he questioned, I nodded lightly. I miss them so much. 

"Well, I've got the perfect job to keep your mind distracted. How about you watch the store today?"  

"Alone? Me? Are you sure?" I asked with a mouth full of cookie. 

"Yeah, I have a couple of things that need my urge attention. I wasn't going to open today but I think you're ready for this. What do you say? You can even bring Lucky inside if you want" Sam smiled proudly. I thought about it for a moment while I finished my morning treat, it can't be that hard, right?

"Sure! I can hold the fort as they say" I replied with a smile, wiping the crumbs from my lips with the back of my hand. 

"I'll be back before closing, earlier I can. If you need anything, slip out the back door. I don't need to tell you this, I know" he chuckled, "Bucky will be around if you need anything" he assures me. I guess that's the handy thing about having your store next door to a saloon. "You're starting to sound like Kate!! I'll be fine, I have Lucky! What's the worst that could happen?" I raised a brow. 

"Right" my boss smirked, "well you already know where the stock deliveries are, and you know your main duties. Just don't leave the store unattended" he reminds me, I playfully rolled my eyes at him as he stepped away from the counter. "Stop stressing, Sam, the store will be fine. Go do what it is that you need to do" I hoped the door, patting my thigh for Lucky to enter.

Mr Wilson left as Lucky made himself welcome in the store, I closed the door and treated Lucky to his own biscuit before starting to restock the shelves. 

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"Good afternoon, Y/n!" A familiar voice sings louder than the bell as the door fly’s open. "Peter! How are you?" I smiled softly as I was greeted with a smile of his own. "Oh you know how it is, busy busy!" He chuckles, "I ran into Mr Wilson earlier, he mentioned you were here alone today so I thought I'd come by and see if you, uh, needed anything" he adds. A hint of red fills his cheeks while his eyes struggle to stay connected to mine. 

It's no secret that young Peter Parker has a crush on me, the entire town knows it. Although he is a very sweet young gentleman, I guess I've just never found myself interested in him in a romantic manner. In fact, I've never really thought about anybody in a romantic manner now to think of it…

"You're very sweet, Peter. Thank you but things are pretty good. I've had no troubles today and please, thank your Aunt May for the cookies and Lucky's treats!"

"Oh, you're welcome! You know Aunt May, always baking" Peter chuckles once more. I could sense a hint of nerves in his voice and the redness in his cheeks grew deeper. "Peter, is everything okay? Do you need a drink? Some water?" I asked with a concerned frown. "No, no. I'm more than fine, thank you. It's just, it's getting a bit wild out there and I thought I'd walk you home later when you're finished here. Don't want you getting sick or anything" he gives me another soft smile. 

"It's meant to rain?" My frown only grew bigger as I looked out the window. Dark gray skys covered the town and beyond, distant flashes of lighting lit up the darkness for a moment. Wind blew the dry leafs onto the Main Street, horses stomped their hoofs with every crack of thunder that could be heard from the far, far distance. 

"Well shoot!" I sighed.

"Did Mr Wilson tell you when he'd be back?" Peter asked. 

"Sure hope it is soon, I have the animals I should move into the barn before the storm arrives" 

"It doesn't seem like it is far off. Maybe I could watch the store for you? I wouldn't mind at all" 

"You're very kind, Peter but I'm not sure if Mr Wilson would appreciate me leaving the store in somebody else's hands. I know you wouldn't ruin the place or steal from him but he is trusting me today and I don't want him to think otherwise" I explained as I watched the dark clouds darken, it'll be a big storm by the looks. 

"I'd be more than happy to make sure your stock is in the barn then" he offered, I turned to him and kindly shook my head. "I'm sure Mr Wilson will be back soon. Thank you again Peter, you're very kind. If you don't mind, there's a few things I should really get done before Mr Wilson returns" I smiled softly, hoping not to have hurt the boy's feelings.

"I plan on having supper at the Saloon, if you need me, I'll be there" Peter smiles before leaving the store. 

For the rest of the afternoon, I cleaned the store and did some stock take and made sure the store was exactly how Mr Wilson would like to have it when he returns and just my luck, he returns before the storm hammers down. 

"Y/n, thank you for all your help today!" He walks into the store, placing his hat on the  coat rack. He looked rather dirty; a nice bath would be in order for when he gets home if I didn't know better.

"You're welcome, Mr Wilson! I'm sorry to leave in a rush but I really need to be getting home before the rain starts" I grabbed my things, Lucky following closely behind me. 

"Of course, you best be safe now" 

I rushed out of the store, glad the rain hadn't started pouring down as yet but it was coming. You could smell it, the thunder got louder, the lighting got closer and the wind got stronger. The main street was quiet as people already began to make their way indoors until the storm pushed over. 

"Come on, Lucky! We haven't got much time!" I patted my thigh lightly before Lucky and I began to race home. 

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The rain soaked the dry ground as expected and Lucky and I were able to get the animals into the barn before it came down heavy. I left a lantern in the barn just so I could keep an eye on it from the house, Kate hates when I do that, says it's a waste of resources but she'll thank me one day for it. 

"How long do you think she'll be this time Lucky?" I looked towards him as we both rested by the fire. He tilts his head at me as if he truly understands what I am saying. We listen to the rain dance on the roof and wind whistle outside while the fire cracks and keeps us warm. It's nights like this that I wish Kate wouldn't go off hunting, it's most lonely at night. But I know we need the money, just until mother and father come home.

"Come Lucky, let's check the barn" I stood up from my mothers rocking chair, and wandered over to the window. A frown creeps upon my brows when I notice the lantern, I left behind earlier in the night was gone. I rushed to my room and grabbed the rifle under my bed, grabbed my father's thick coat, a lantern and headed for the backdoor with Lucky right beside me. It was only a short walk from the house to the barn, but the rain was quick to soak me in its gift to the ranchers. Slowly, I pushed the large wooden door open, my rifle tightly in my grip. Lucky entered first, sniffing the ground for anything that didn't belong while I slowly followed behind him, one foot after another. 

Only a few steps in and I saw the lantern I had left behind, in the corner where Kate's horse would've been stabled. "Come out! I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it!" I called out, keeping my distance. Lucky walked quickly over to the empty stable slot, growling. "I said come out!" I repeated. 

"Don't shoot" a thick Russian accent came from the corner of the barn, "I won't hurt you, just call off the dog, please" the unknown voice added. 

"How can I trust you? You're a stranger in my barn! I have every right to shoot you" 

"Trust me, if I were here to harm you, you'd already be dead"

I took a few small steps closer to them, Lucky stood his ground and continued to growl. I wasn't going to tell him to back off just yet. "What are you doing here? Do you always just welcome yourself into other people's properties like this?" I asked. 

"You ask too many questions" the voice replied, "call the dog off, please" they asked once more. 

"Lucky, back!" I called once I laid my eyes on the intruder. A young woman, maybe no older than me. Blonde hair that was braided and she certainly didn't seem to dress how most women dress. Beside her was her gun belt and holster, her hat placed freely beside them. The woman was covered in blood, her right hand pressed tightly against her left shoulder. "You're hurt" you spoke softly while keeping my rifle pointed at her.

She chewed her bottom lip and nodded, "I'll be gone by morning, I just need a place to stay for the night"  

"How can I trust your word?" I asked. The woman smirked like I had just made a joke, an odd joke if my question was funny to her. 

"I know better than to kill a rich small-town girl" she replies causing me to frown at her words. 

"I am not rich girl. So, if you planned on robbing me later, you would find nothing, I can assure you of that" 

She chuckled, "well, maybe not rich but you are well off than others. Besides, I have no interest in robbing homesteads" 

"You know nothing about me" I snapped, pointing my rifle at her a little higher, aiming for her head. "Get off my property!" I demanded. Lucky growled once more, showing the unknown intruder his sharp canine teeth. 

"Maybe we could come to a deal. It seems money is a touchy subject to you, yes?" The blonde hissed in pain when she moved her right hand even the slightest inch. I didn't reply, my eyes were drawn to the amount of blood her hand was covered in. "I'll pay you" she spoke, gaining my attention once more, "$5 a day. If you help me. I'll give you the first three days right now if I could move my hand but as you can see, if I do that, I will bleed out" she offers. 

"Once I have recovered you will never see of me again, I give you my word" she adds. $5 a day would really help Kate and I and by the looks of her wound, she could be here for weeks. "I know you're thinking about it but I do not have time for you to think" her thick Russian accent brings me out of my thoughts, I nodded as I slowly lowered my rifle. 

"We best get you to the house then" 

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"I'm sorry if that hurt" I spoke softly to the blonde as I bandaged her up, after pulling the bullet from her wound and cleaning the area with alcohol, she suggested cauterizing the wound with a lit candle. The smell of burning flesh is something I will never forget. "Don't stress, I've experienced worse" she looked to me with a soft smile. 

"How did this happen anyway?" I asked as I started to clean up the mess. I offered the woman my room until she was back on her feet, and I hoped Kate wouldn't have noticed when she came home. 

"Just a little miss understanding with an outlaw. I'm a bounty hunter" she informs me. 

"A bounty hunter? That's a little strange for a woman to be doing"

"Well, sometimes women just do a job better" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's not often I meet women who aren't following the rules of society" My eyes dropped, I knew my comment offended her. 

"You should travel more; you'd be surprised on what or whom you might come across. What's your name?" She pulled the covers up over her, making herself comfortable on my bed. 

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine" I looked to her once more. She chuckled, "I'm Yelena, Yelena Belova. Your turn" she replies. I walked towards the bedroom door, my hands full of rubbish from cleaning her wound, "I'm Y/n, Y/n Bishop. I'll get you some water" 

"Bishop" Yelena repeated, "your father is Derek Bishop?" she questioned. I nodded slowly, "you know him?" I asked. Yelena shook her head, "no, just heard of him in passing. Water would be great, thank you" she watched as I walked out of the room. Her tone made me question if she was telling the truth; did she know my father? Maybe she knew where my parents were?

Lucky followed me to the kitchen, I grabbed two cups of water and returned to my bedroom, placing one glass on the wooden beside table next to my lantern. "You should get some rest; I'll make breakfast in the morning" I looked to Yelena who reached for her coat that sat at the end of the bed. "As promised, the first three days" she says before handing me $15 dollars in 1 ten-dollar bill and a 5 dollar bill. 

"T-thank you" I smiled softly, "do you like coffee? I could make some in the morning" I asked. 

"Never start the day without one" she smiled, "goodnight, Y/n" she added. 

"Goodnight" I walked towards the door, "oh, I hope you don't mind" I turned to face the blonde stranger once more, "I'm going to lock the door, you know…for safety" I added nervously. 

"I thought you would. I understand, I need to gain your trust" she nodded slightly. 

"If you need anything, just call out. I won't be far" 

"Thank you, again" Yelena smiled once more before I closed the door, making sure it was locked before making my way to Kate's room.

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Hey Siri, Play Jealous by Nick Jonas | BarTender!Eddie

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Cw: You see another woman flirting with your husband when you go to visit him at work, smut ok no minors 🔞 only description of the reader is what they are wearing

You’re late, Eddie was expecting you at his bar at 8:00pm like always, except it was already 8:45pm and you were just leaving the house. You were running behind because you were trying to look extra special for him. It has been a while since the two of you had been intimate. You’ve been married for a little over a year now and to say you’re still in the honeymoon faze is an understatement. However in the past month or so, it’s been lacking. Work has been draining you so much that you’d only want to sleep after the two of you would come home from closing up the bar. Eddie's business was doing very well, so much so that he needed to hire more help but training had been taking longer than expected, so there was no way he was able to leave the bar unsupervised, he had to work.

You wanted to get dolled tonight for the both of you. That’s why you decide to go all out for him, to show just how much you want him. Your hair was done at the salon after work, you refreshed your makeup to more of an evening look and you bought new lingerie just as a surprise, and to top it off you put on that midnight blue mini dress he loves so much. That’s why you’re late tonight.

You walk into the bar and take in the familiar surroundings. You make a B line to the main bar to the far right, and you spot him immediately. There he is, leaning over the bar, a toothy smile plastered on his face, his hair was down, framing his beautiful chiselled face, both elbows resting leaning into someone that you can’t quite see yet over the crowd. As you make your way through the horde of people you’re able to make out who it is he’s speaking to. Your heart stops and a wave of insecurities washes through you. The person he is charming was a beautiful brunette, evidently sitting alone. You can automatically tell by her body language that she’s openly flirting with your husband. The sirens in your mind are screaming, MINE MINE MINE. Can she not see the single wedding ring adorning his hand? It’s not like the other hand, hidden with the rest of his signature rings.

Eddie stands up, turning to make another drink, mid-way through he spots you. At first, he’s taken aback by how good you’re looking tonight. You have on that tight low-cut dress he loves so much. Was that a push-up bra you were wearing? Yes, it was. As you got closer the smell of your perfume consumed his sense, it was the same one you wore on your wedding night. Was tonight your anniversary? No, it wasn’t. Eddie was sure of it. So why were you all dressed up?

You sit down on the bar stool next to the leggy Brunette, side-eyeing her as you do. Eddie always knows how to read you, he knows you are about to start acting up. Eddie enjoys it, so he lets it happen.

“What can I get for you doll face?” Eddie eyes you up and down. He clocks your jealousy in a second.

“Whatever she isn’t having” nodding to the drink he had just made the brunette.

He playfully rolled his eyes while she scoffs at you. So this is how you’re going to play tonight? Yes. Do you care she is a paying customer? No. She’s probably thinking her drinks will be free by flashing her tits to your husband.

Eddie gets to work on your favourite drink, you don’t have to tell him, he didn’t have to ask, but he wanted to have some fun.

“I don’t know who you think you are but I saw him first.” The brunette flips her long hair over her shoulder.

“Oh really? Did you now?” You raise your perfectly sculpted brows to her. You can see Eddie’s shoulder slightly moving up and down like he’s stifling a laugh, which he was.

“Looks like you’re taken anyway, what your man who gave you that rock not satisfying you?” She motions to the 2-karat diamond ring Eddie gave you as an engagement ring. It's sat there for 3 years along with the newer wedding band to match. So she notices your ring but not Eddie’s? “Have to run out on him like a little tramp?” She smirks thinking she’s won the battle.

You don’t think twice, you hop your ass on the bar, swing your legs over and plop down on the other side. You grab Eddie’s shirt by the collar, startling him a bit, and kiss him. You kiss him hard, calming your territory and he pulls away.

“This chick bothering you baby?” You look over at her, face in shock. Eddie didn’t think It wasn’t funny anymore, he should have stopped the situation from escalating sooner,

He firmly whispers in your ear to go to his office and don’t talk to any more customers on your way there...You’re in trouble. what you did was unprofessional. However, technically you didn’t work there. You walk from behind the bar and he apologized to the brunette for your actions, yet she’s the one who called you a slut.

Not even 5 minutes later the door swings open and slams shut. Eddie locks the door and turns to see you sitting in his desk chair.

“on your knees. Now.” He points to the ground in front of him.

As you slowly get up revealing that you’d taken off your dress leaving you in just the black lacy set you had on underneath for him. If he was affected by it, he didn’t show it, he just continues speaking.

“You think you can play these games while I’m at work? You think you can just walk in here an hour late, start acting up, looking like that, and you’re not going to get into trouble?” Your pricing eyes look up so innocently like you’ve done nothing wrong.

“You’re mine, and you were flirting with that wom-”

“Are you talking back to me right now?” Eddie cuts you off.

You both know this isn’t how he truly feels. This was your little song and dance the two of you did. You could see he was holding back a smirk.

“No” you answered.

“Don’t make me tell you again” he cupped your throat and you let a moan slip.

You sunk ever so slowly to your knees. His cock was already painfully hard, seeing you kneel before him.

You grazed your hand over his tented jeans.

“You’re in no place to tease sweetheart “ he undid his pants shoving them and his underwear down to release his cock. The tip was already red and leaking pre cum, ready and waiting for you.

“Open up sweetheart, show me you can be my good girl”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you opened your mouth slightly sticking out your tongue. He slapped the head of his dick on it a few times before sliding it in.

His head fell back with pleasure, as your warm wet mouth consumed him.

“You’re taking it so well baby, being such a good girl” he didn’t give you a chance to take control he just slowly thrust into your mouth, slowly picking up speed as he began to throat fuck you.

“You think I would want anyone but this perfect mouth baby? Do you think I would want to replace you with someone else? Not a chance “ he spoke through gritted teeth.

You can feel a puddle of heat collecting in your panties. Your blood was rushing south, your now swollen clit was throbbing and begging to be touched. Eddie gripped your hair at the back of your head. You’re sure your perfectly styled hair was now ruined. The tears were forming in your eyes as he continuously fucked into your mouth.

“My perfect girl, look at you, so good to me” He abruptly pulled out giving you a chance to catch your breath. He placed his hands on your shoulders to lift you up. He grabbed your throat as he kissed you sloppily.

“Get on the couch” he walks you backwards, hand still attached to your throat, kissing you until the backs of your knees fold against the plush green corduroy. You plop down with a bounce.

“Spread those legs for me baby, let me see you” he hovered over you, both hands settled beside each ear on the back of the couch.

You slowly opened your legs, exposing more of he delicate black lacy number you had on.

He trails a single finger down your chest, across your tummy, and stopped at the hem of your thong.

“This new baby?” He pinches is fingers into the gusset of your panties and snaps the material.

“Already soaked for me and I haven’t even touch you yet.” He motioned to his fingers covered with your heat.

“Baby, please touch me” You grind your hips into nothing, begging for his touch, the only touch that ever gives you the amount of pleasure you desire.

“You think you deserve it? You’ve been naughty” He questioned.

“Yes, baby, please, I need you, it’s been so long, I need it, please” You’re begging your husband to fucking touch you and he was reviling in it.

“You need me to claim you? Let everyone know who you belong to? Hmmm is that it? Not enough that I made you my wife? Just had to claim me in front of everyone in the bar”

“Yes you're mine” you state.

“Fine, but only because I haven’t tasted this pussy in weeks” He didn’t give you time to reply. He moved so quickly, shoving your lacy panties to the side and attaching his lips to yours. He ran his hot tongue up your slit, collecting all your wetness in his wake. He hummed into your pussy as a sign of enjoyment. He circled your clit, finally getting relief from the pulsing that has been building since the second you walked into the bar. You groped the back of his head like he did you minutes before. “Oh right there!” You let your head rest on the back of the couch, soaking in the marvellous feeling of Eddie's mouth on you. His 5 o’clock shadow was brushing your inner thighs as he ran his face up and down, and side to side. He was devouring you. Every touch, every kiss, every lick was consuming you. The build on your lower abdomen was growing, you were being wound up tighter and tighter. “More please” You managed to whisper.

“Good girl, remembering her manners” Eddie spoke into you while inserting a single finger into your wet hole. “More baby, I need more” You ground your hips into him.

“Greedy greedy girl” Eddie takes his finger out of you just as quickly as it went in, he gives your pussy a small slap and stood up. You cried at the loss of him, but it was short-lived. He crouched down to bring one leg up and rested it on his shoulder. He lines himself up at your entrance and groaned as his throbbing cock slid into you effortlessly.

“This what you wanted baby? *thrust* To fuck you *thrust* in my bar *thrust* You got all pretty just for me? *thrust* All pretty just so I would fuck you silly tonight is that it?” You couldn’t answer, you were in fact being fucked dumb. Eddie sped up with each thrust and with each thrust the head of his cock would brush up against that spot. The spot that made you see stars.

“Answer me” he gripped your chin and made you look into his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that made you fall in love with him. Looking into his eyes snapped you back into reality. “No, it’s not what I wanted” his hips stopped mid-thirst not expecting your answer. You strain your neck to connect your lips. You kiss him, you’re desperate for his affection. Touch starved by the weeks without intimate moments like this. Eddie kissed you back with the same need you both needed this just as much as the other.

“No baby it’s what I needed” you spoke into his mouth. Eddie groaned and flipped you over. He yanked down your thong and bent down to give your pussy one last kiss before splitting you open again. The new angle made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the sounds of your moans, and skin-to-skin filled the room. Your moans could be heard above the sounds of the noisy bar on the other side of the door, but none of that mattered.

“Baby touch me please I’m so close” you panted. A hand reaches around your lower tummy down your mound and attached to your clit. A cry of pleasure left your mouth as he grazed your clit while plowing into you.

“Give it to me baby, claim me as yours” Eddie gritted out, you can tell he was getting tired but he wasn’t about to give up.

“Your pussy was made for me, going to fill you up with my cum, gunna give you a baby”

His words had you coming on his cock instantly, your body shook with pleasure and he continued to pound into you as he rode out your orgasm and chased his. “Give me your cum baby, I need it. I wanna have your baby” you cried as he continuously fucked into you balls deep, they were slapping your clit overstimulating you just prolonging your orgasm. That seemed to do for Eddie. You beg Eddie to fill you with his cum making him pump his hot load into you time and time again.

You felt Eddie slump his body over yours as he let out a sigh.

“God I missed this” he gave you a peck on the cheek before pulling out. You whimpered at the loss of connection.

He damped some paper towels with his water bottle to clean you up. It’s the best he could do without having to go back into the bar bathroom.

“Don’t ever think I would want any other girl other than you” he kissed you before having to walk back out into the bar. The impromptu 30-minute break was not on the schedule. He needed to make sure everything was ok in the bar. You found your dress and walked back out like nothing happened.

The leggy brunette was now snuggled up to some other guy in the back booth, you make eye contact and give her a little wink. Eddie was already back behind the bar, lipstick still smudged on his face but you couldn’t really tell in the dim light.

“See you at home for round two hot stuff” You leaned over the bar to give him one last kiss goodbye. Eddie groaned, he still has 2 hours left until closing he wasn’t sure he could wait that long.

Master list

[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

[yyawnjun]

KEEHO AS MAKE UP ARTIST

from my serie: P1HARMONY STUDIO

First a date with a guy (he dumped you), then a date alone (maybe), and all of this for ending up double date (what?). And that's the story of how it happened.

a.n.: tagging my girl for this collab @sobun1est @gfnextdoor, she proofreading this and credits to her for this beautiful banner! ; 1.9k wc for keeho !! ; first time writing for him, hope I get his character !!; fluff ; no warnings ; the first connection between the stories appears, I def recommend you to read the Theos part as well 💋

event taglist : @tkooooop @astro-doll-the-star @kflixnet (send an ask to be added)

Your friend - now Theo's girlfriend - had told you that if you mentioned her name, a certain Keeho would recognize you and surely give you a discount for a makeup appointment. You had accepted the idea and hadn't asked too many questions. You took advantage of the opportunity to have your makeup done by a professional because you were going on your first date with a boy you found on a dating app that same evening. The boy on the date seemed handsome, and your conversations had thrilled you quite a bit... or maybe you were just looking for company and were fooling yourself into thinking you were falling for each other.

One morning, you headed to the salon "P1HARMONY", where you trusted that a certain Keeho would do your makeup. You promised yourself that you would go as soon as the place opened and that, if I found a free spot, you would return in the late afternoon to do your makeup.

You went in and immediately approached the receptionist to ask for information. While the secretary was busy on the phone, you sat down in the waiting room.

Not too long after, you notice two guys went out. One of them was Theo! The tall guy with the dark black hair and the clothing that showed off some tattoos on his back, the man that your friend had been seeing for a week, the one about whom she had told you so much, and he went along with a tall man with platinum blonde hair. All that was visible about his strong physique was a white tank top that flaunted his arm muscles. He had a bright smile and a nicely defined jawline. He had sunglasses on his head and was dressed in loose pants.

Those two guys had gone out and shortly after came back with some coffee. They gave one to the secretary who now was free and ready to talk with you. Her eyes and smile were so calm, that you almost didn't notice Keeho's eyes on you and his little smirk as he looked you over.

You started explaining the situation to her, how you would need full make-up for the same evening, Keeho immediately intervened in the discussion and introduced himself as "the best makeup artist" in the shop.

While he was talking to you and boasting about his skills, you had some time to observe his face better and notice the light make-up he had on and that made his eyes and smile stand out so much. He had a very light pink eyeshadow that recalled the blush and a touch of mascara, and his lips were done with nude makeup.

As soon as he had finished speaking, you had taken the opportunity to ask him if he was available that evening.

“Yeah, sure. See you later" he replied while he gave you a quick wink before going to his room.

You suddenly blushed and said thank you before leaving.

You were now far from the store, but what was that heartbeat? What was that knot in your throat when he spoke to you? What was that smile that you couldn't take away?

You thought about it all morning while you were going to work. You had managed to balance your studies with a part-time job, and even though you were on vacation you had promised a friend of yours that you would replace her for that shift. You were supposed to stay there for a few hours, then run to get changed, and finally show up in front of Keeho at 6:30 to get your makeup done. You were supposed to meet the Tinder guy at 8:00. Everything was under control.

..or so you thought. The work shift turned out to be harder than usual, so you rushed to get to your apartment, but at that moment none of the clothes you had on seemed to fit you. You had begun to feel sad and had been overcome with bad thoughts. As if that wasn't enough, the Tinder guy had texted you that he would no longer be able to go out, leaving you on that difficult evening alone and without an explanation. You called your friend, and you stayed on the call for a while. Unfortunately, she was away and couldn't go out with you that evening. But she recommended you go on a date with yourself.

You knew it would be difficult, maybe a little uncomfortable, but necessary. After getting back up, you were prepared for your solo date.

You started choosing what you would wear and opted for a simple and comfortable dress, one that was able to enhance your body.

You packed your bag with the essentials, added a book to keep you company, and went out to do your makeup.  Well, you were on a date alone, but you wanted to shine - and a little help with your makeup wouldn't have hurt.

You arrived early at the salon and sat down in the waiting room. You took your time admiring the location and noticed a girl in a corner. She must be a customer too, you thought.

She was smiling at her phone, and shortly after, she looked up, feeling your eyes on her. You immediately shifted your attention and concentrated on the room to not scare the girl.

“Hey..uhm can I ask you for some advice?” the girl asked you shyly.

You immediately nodded and smiled at her, so she quickly came to sit next to you and showed you some ideas of henna tattoos that she wanted to get.

She asked you for advice on which one to get, and you immediately started to recommend the prettiest ones, even though you immediately admitted that all the ones she had found were gorgeous! As you two got to talking, the girl's shyness became visible in her flushed cheeks and her stuttering as she revealed that the major reason she wanted to get henna there was to get to know that boy— Intak, the henna artist.

You reassured her and encouraged her until the last moment when Intak came to tell her that the room was ready.

She smiled kindly at you and wished you good luck for your solo date.

While waiting, you took the time to appreciate that knowledge and smile at the kindness of that girl.Shortly after, the receptionist called your name and gave you the room number.

As soon as you entered, you noticed the huge amount of mirrors. They were along all the walls of the circular room, and many lights allowed for complete illumination.

“Hey, you are Yn right?” Keeho, who was standing in the middle of the room, next to a whole cart of makeup, said to you.

“Yes, it’s me,” you answered.

After he gestured for you to sit down, you took a little more time to admire the beauty of the guy in front of you. His white hair contrasted with his tanned face, he had a big smile and high cheekbones. His arms were athletic, and his eyes were bright as they looked at you.

“So, you like what you see?” he asked you.

Since he didn’t add a direct object, that rhetorical question could have referred to anything. The room? The makeup cart? The photos of his makeup hanging on the walls? Him?

“Yeah” you answered, trying to remain vague, but at the same time not lying. Everything in that room was amazing.

After you sat down on the chair, he sat next to you, leaning on the windowsill with his arms crossed. That position in particular highlighted his firm arms and, at the same time, his height compared to you.

“Did you have any ideas for today’s makeup?”

“Nothing specific, I thought I would trust you”

“Great choice! here’s what I thought I would do” and immediately he started showing you ideas and explaining complicated things about the techniques he would use. Even though he had only seen you the morning before, you noticed how he had already understood your strong points, which he complimented at every step he explained.

You were very confused, and slowly you were getting lost in his words and expressions. You tried to nod and ask where you could, but in the end, you gave up.

“So, for what occasion are we doing this makeup?” he asked you as he started to take out all the necessary makeup.

“Tonight I am going out on a date,”

“Lucky him”

“Actually-”

“Or her”

“I’ll go alone”

And his expression in his eyes softened, his smile brightened and he whispered “That’s great”.

He then started with the various products to put on your makeup, first a good skin care, then the primer, a very light foundation, concealer...

In the beginning, he explained each step, but then slowly, his voice faded so he could concentrate. You forced yourself to close your eyes when he was too close. He had never gotten too close, but the slightest contact made you shiver.

“Oh, I can already see that you’re blushing. Maybe we’ll skip the blush step” he told you smiling.

“It’s because I am hot…”

“Sure sure” he replied and moved to finish the makeup.

You were beginning to feel a little melancholy during those moments when he was adjusting the final steps, drawing a pencil outline around his lips, and carefully applying a light gloss to them. It was nice. He was nice. You would have liked to know that boy better, you thought.

He was about to announce that he was finished when you heard a knock on the door. The girl from before—the one with the appointment for a henna tattoo—appears shortly after the door is opened.

“Hey, sorry, we’re still finishing here,” Keeho said, annoyed.

“I am sorry, can I talk to the girl?” she asked you.

You immediately stood up, after Keeho had given you a sign of approval.

You went out into the hallway for a second, and she immediately apologized for interrupting you. She then explained to you that she had asked Intak out that evening for a drink after dinner and that he had said yes. And from there, your eyes lit up. You were so happy for her.

“Would you like to join us…with Keeho..double date?” she added at the end of her speech.

"Oh wait, why? I am sure Intak would love to spend some time alone with you. And you'd like it too." you replied.

"Sure, but uhm Intak told me that Keeho, or do you- uhm so... I am so bad at lying."

"Are you trying to set us up?"

"WHAT??.. how did you know?"

"I didn't-"

"Ok! Let's go back five seconds, where you don't suspect anything. Can I trust you with the double date?"

"Well"

"I see you blushing for him"

"Okay let's do it."

“Perfect, Intak will text Keeho soon that we’re going out together.”

And after a sweet smile, you both went back to your rooms. You took a few minutes to recover and try to hide your blush. As soon as you entered, you saw him typing on his phone. He immediately looked up, and his smile returned.

“So double date, huh?” he said to you.

You blushed again. It was going to be a long night.

[supercap2319]

The Hook & The Flame

Harry Hook x Male Reader

After Dizzy styled Y/N's hair with blue and red dye in the sink, modeling the colors after his dads Hades and Chernabog, she painted his fingernails light blue with skeleton designs. At last, Dizzy spun his chair around so Y/N could see the finished product. He got out of his chair as he peered into the broken fragments of the mirror on the wall.

The top of his hair was colored blue to look like flames, matching his dad's own literal fire of blue hair. The sides were red as blood like Chernabog's eyes, but mixed in with his own natural hair color. Before he wasn't sure if he was his parents' kid anymore, but now there was no denying that he was a villain through and through.

Dizzy smiled at him. Admiring her work as she eagerly awaited his comment on whether or not she did a good job.

Y/N looks at his reflection and winks. "Hey, there I am."

"Voilà!" Dizzy cried in excitement. She threw her hands out to emphasize how excited she was.

"Voilà." Y/N reached into his pocket, pulling out a couple of dollars for her.

She looks at the money in disbelief as she looks at Y/N, astonishment on her face. "For me?"

Y/N nods. "Yeah, you earned it."

Dizzy takes the money and giggles in excitement as she walks towards the cash register. Her sense of accomplishment and peace didn't last very long. A swashbuckling young man named Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, entered the salon. He held a glinting silver hook in his left hand. Harry wore a black hat, a long leather red coat, black pants, and a grayish wife beater underneath the red coat. He made other pirates shiver in their timber's, with a handsome face and beautiful blue eyes that were just as blue as the ocean. That made him both dangerous and beautiful at the same time.

"Fork it ower ye runt." Dizzy froze as Harry grinned down at her, hand outstretched for the money. The young girl begrudgingly handed over the money she had just earned to the Scottish sounding pirate.

Harry looks down at the old car hood that acts as a desk for the cash register as he taps it with his hook. "And the rest of it." He demands. Harry had yet to notice Y/N, too busy robbing Dizzy Tremaine of all the salon's money.

Dizzy goes and opens up the cash register as Harry puts her money that he took in between his lips and teeth, holding it tight as she gives him everything inside. "Hmm… Thank you." Harry turned to leave.

"Give that money back, Hook." Y/N said.

Harry stopped, whirled around and grinned when he saw Y/N. "Well, well, well, what a nice surprise."

"Hi, Harry." Y/N told him. "Still running errands for Uma like a good dog, or does she actually let you off your leash and let you keep what you steal?"

Harry strolled towards him, flashing a dangerous smile and waved his hook around. "Just wait until Uma hears you're back. She is never going to give you back your territory." He looks Y/N up and down, licking his lips like a hungry cat. The pervert.

"Oh, well, that's okay. Because I will be taking it back. Preferably from her cold dead fishy bitch fingers." Y/N grins.

Harry grins too as his hook brushes against Y/N's collar bone. "You know, I cuid hurt ye." He promised in a whisper as he continued to tease Y/N with his silver hook. The son of Hades and Chernabog grabbed his wrist and spit out the gum he had been chewing and stuck it on the tip of Harry's hook. "Not without her permission I'll bet." Harry chuckled as he placed the tip of the hook to his lips and opened up his mouth as he stuck the piece of gum inside.

"You know that I prefer princes now to dirty pirates, right?"

"Ahh, yes. You and Prince Beasty."

"I am going to need Dizzy's money back."

Harry gets closer to him and smiles down at him. "Why dinnae ye come ane get it?"

It was an unspoken challenge. To see if Y/N was still a child of the Isle or if Auradon had changed him in more ways than one. He got close to Harry. So close, that he could see the blues of his eyes shiny like the sun reflecting on the water in the morning. "If you insist."

He pulled Harry down by his coat and connected their lips together. It wasn't a sweet kiss like with Ben. He tasted like chocolate chip cookies and innocence. Harry was different. He was salty and just a bit of seaweed slime. It was familiar territory between them. Two Isles boys who were more about lust and fucking than love and passion.

Harry pulled back and grinned. "A knew ye still found me hot."

He held out his hand for Harry. "Pay up."

The pirate looked at his outstretched hand and smiled once again. "Now A have tae pay for yer services?" He hands him the money. "Best thin A iver spend."

"Go on. Go fetch."

Harry chuckled, walked towards the door and knocked the knick knacks off the register and bowed to Y/N. "Until next time, Duckling." Y/N handed Dizzy back her money as she sighed.

"Great, more sweeping."

[spacebaby1]

hii sweetie💗

its my first request and also adore ur work sm

our glamorous boy ran haitani headcanons if he notice a girl (maybe in hair salon he usually goes to) who have a really long hair , like a knee length (i headcanon he loves long haired girls and u cannot prove me opposite)

thanks for attention💗

Oh, he absolutely would love girls with long hair, especially loves them more after he cut his own🤭Enjoy!

The last few months had been so busy that you almost forgot to care for your haircut that you were used to carrying out every two months. It's been seven months, and your hair had grown way too long. It was tiring to take care of it, and part of you wanted to just chop it all off while something in you told you to keep it long.

The hairdresser asked you to wait while she was working on another customer , and you gladly took a seat in the waiting room. Picking up a random magazine, you didn't notice someone walking in and was told to wait until Ran sat on the seat opposite yours. He, on the other hand, immediately noticed you and your beautiful long hair tied up, a few strands falling on your face as you read the magazine. He doesn't remember the last time he saw someone with such long hair, "You have beautiful hair." You lifted your head when you heard him speak, looking around and noticed that it was just the two of you. You smiled, "Thank you, kinda too long. I let it get carried away." You laughed at your own words as he smiled pointing at his hair, "Same here, I need to fix the colour, are you gonna dye your hair?"

You sat straight, "I uh, I'm not sure, I don't even have a style in mind." His eyes widened, "you want to cut your long hair?" You shrugged. He smiled, "You shouldn't cut it all. It's beautiful." When the hairdresser asked you how you'd like to cut your hair, you looked in the mirror, "just trim it a bit, I don't want to cut it short. Yeah."

By the time the hairdresser was done you actually liked the way your hair looked and felt prettier, when wanting to thank Ran for the advice you went to find him but the front desk girl told you that he's already gone. You sighed but smiled, hoping to run into him again.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

pampering day

pairing: no apocalypse joel miller x female wife! wife reader

summary: Y/N enjoys a pampering day at the salon and texts her husband Joel, who arrives with lunch and gets a haircut while she gets her hair done.

Y/N’s phone buzzed as she relaxed in the salon chair, the foils in her hair shimmering under the salon lights. She glanced down at the screen and smiled at Joel’s response to her text about being hungry. He had been quick to offer to bring her something, and she knew he’d come through.

She’d been at the salon for two hours already, gossiping with her hairdresser, H/N, who was midway through applying her highlights. This was one of her rare pampering days, a chance to unwind and enjoy some ‘me time.’ She’d already spent the morning getting her nails and toes done, a routine she cherished not only for herself but also for Joel, who adored the feel of her nails.

The salon door chimed as Joel walked in, a Chick-fil-A bag in hand and a cheesy grin plastered on his face. “Saved the day, didn’t I?” he joked as he approached her.

Y/N’s eyes lit up, and she reached out to take the bag. “You always do,” she said warmly, accepting the food gratefully.

H/N glanced up from her work and chuckled. “Right on time, Joel. You need a cut while you’re here? I can get you in while her bleach is developing.”

Joel looked at Y/N, who was already munching on her sandwich, and shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

He took a seat in the chair next to his wife’s, and H/N got to work, moving seamlessly between Y/N’s foils and Joel’s hair. “You know, Joel,” H/N said conversationally as she snipped away, “Y/N’s been telling me all about your latest adventures. Sounds like you two have been keeping busy.”

Joel smiled, watching Y/N enjoy her food. “Busy is an understatement. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Y/N swallowed a bite and laughed. “Especially not when I get to pamper myself like this and have my favorite person bring me lunch.”

H/N finished up with Joel’s trim just as Y/N’s timer went off, signaling that her bleach was ready. “Perfect timing, as always,” H/N said, directing Joel to the sink to rinse his hair.

As H/N rinsed out Y/N’s foils, she couldn’t help but appreciate the way Joel looked at his wife, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and love. He always had that look when he was around her, and it made H/N’s heart warm to see such a genuine connection between them.

Once Y/N’s hair was rinsed and she was back in the chair for the final touches, she glanced over at Joel, who was now scrolling through his phone, looking relaxed and content. “You know,” she said, “I think this might be the best pampering day yet. All thanks to you.”

Joel looked up and grinned. “Anything for you, babe. Plus, I get the added bonus of seeing you all dolled up.”

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering. She loved these moments, the little things that made their relationship so special. And she knew that no matter how busy their lives got, they’d always find time for each other, whether it was through simple acts of kindness or stolen moments in a salon chair.

As H/N finished up Y/N’s hair, she couldn’t help but smile at the couple. “You two are adorable,” she said. “And Joel, your haircut is looking sharp as always.”

Joel stood up, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. “Thanks, H/N. You always do a great job.”

Y/N stood up, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, her hair looking perfect. She turned to Joel, her eyes sparkling. “Ready to go, handsome?”

Joel nodded, taking her hand. “Always.”

They thanked H/N and headed out of the salon, stepping into the warm afternoon sun. Y/N squeezed Joel’s hand, feeling grateful for the day, the pampering, and most of all, for the man who always made her feel beautiful. Joel and Y/N drove home, their hands intertwined as they chatted about their day. The anticipation of seeing their children added a special warmth to the already perfect afternoon.

Pulling into their driveway, they were greeted by the sight of Y/N's parents playing with their four daughters in the front yard. Their laughter filled the air, a sweet melody that made Y/N’s heart swell. The youngest, their newborn son, was nestled in her mother’s arms, cooing softly.

As they got out of the car, their daughters ran over, their faces lighting up with excitement. "Mommy ! Daddy!" they squealed, wrapping their small arms around their legs.

Y/N bent down to hug them, feeling their little hands patting her freshly styled hair. "Hey, my loves! Did you have fun with Granny and Grandpa?"

Joel lifted their youngest daughter into his arms, kissing her cheek. "Did you all behave?" he asked with a playful tone.

Y/N's father walked over, smiling warmly. "They were angels, as always. And little matthew here has been a delight," he said, gently handing the baby to Y/N.

Y/N cradled her son, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. It’s been a wonderful day."

Her mother waved a hand dismissively. "It’s our pleasure, sweetheart. You deserve some time for yourself."

Joel put an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. "We appreciate it. Really. It means a lot to us."

Y/N's parents stayed for a while longer, catching up on their day and sharing stories with the grandchildren. Eventually, they headed home, leaving Joel and Y/N to settle back into their cozy family routine.

Inside, Y/N put Matthew down for a nap while Joel helped the girls get ready for dinner. The house was filled with the comforting sounds of family life, the clattering of dishes, and the giggles of children.

As they sat down for dinner, Y/N looked around the table, her heart full. Joel caught her eye and smiled, a silent understanding passing between them. They were a team, partners in every sense, and together they had built a beautiful life.

Later that evening, after the children were tucked into bed, Joel and Y/N sat on the couch, the baby monitor softly humming beside them. Y/N rested her head on Joel’s shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her cheek.

"Thank you for today," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Joel kissed the top of her head. "Every day with you is a gift, Y/N. I’m just glad I could make it a little easier for you."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. "You always do."

They sat in comfortable silence, savoring the quiet moments that came with the end of a busy day. Y/N’s pampering had been a treat, but it was these moments, surrounded by their children and the love they shared, that truly made her feel pampered.

As the night wore on, they talked softly about their hopes and dreams for the future, content in the knowledge that whatever came their way, they would face it together. And that was the greatest gift of all.

*not me writing this while in the salon chair getting my hair done*

[ciphykiss]

incubus >

blade x f!reader; nsfw, mdni somnophilia (does it count if its in a dream idk), slight dubcon, light “claiming” elements

You’re going to resign tomorrow.

This is what you tell yourself when the siren of your cell blares Jingyuan’s ringtone at 3 AM on a weekend, a mere two hours following your last shift at the general’s personal slammer (you’d applied for an administrative assistant position, dammit; you were supposed to be serving the slick bastard tea and going on lotus cake runs, not wiping prisoner spit off your cheek). In the beginning, you’d attempted to balm the degrading lifestyle with girthy checks, cruising into salons like clockwork every Friday with your hair up and eyes cucumber’d, lovely Foxian ladies attending to your nails and worn muscle (you’d try to ignore their comments about how you’d aged fifty years in half of one but just end up crying), flirted with the latest designer dresses, and found yourself zombie-clicking add to cart whenever you were on the verge of your bi-weekly meltdown.

No amount of flashy makeup, a piled vanity, and three grand miniskirts are convincing enough for Tingyun, however, and the Foxian would only glance over in pity as you threw yourself at your weekend prize in attempts to forget whatever near-death experience you’d suffered from grooming Jingyuan’s latest charge before their trial.

Your holidays always ended in one of two ways: the ambassador consoling you by observing her nails while you threw your guts up on a clubside of the red light district, remarking on how you should’ve just worked under Yukong like she’d told you to (it wasn’t your fault you’d been seduced by the sleeping general enough to delude yourself into thinking you’d had a shot at a postgraduate office romance), victim to you screeching obscenities of “that bastard” while vomiting a day’s meals (five shots of espresso, a chicken wing, and offbrand Lexapro). Then, you’d spy grime under your nails from previous altercation and wail louder, because you were wasting your prime in fucking prison cells.

It was either that, or being rudely interrupted at approximately five-thirty the next day (a holiday, mind you) to a string of texts that had bypassed warnings of “do not disturb” in favor of bitching about how a true friend wouldn’t let you sleep with a negative four. The true miracle was you not ending up on Tingyun’s blocklist (she’d added you indefinitely once until you’d bombarded the Sky-Faring Commissions with love letters begging their amicassador for “one more chance pls :’(( </3”).

“Why don’t you just quit,” Tingyun had asked on an average Sunday afternoon while stirring her margarita; the Foxian looked a picture-perfect beauty next to your rat-haired, hoodie-clad figure, makeup from last night melting off your face. 

You’d ceased licking hollandaise sauce off your upper lip to stare at her. And instead of arguing about how you’d likely never procure a salary as high as your current one (nothing was worth the cost of your youth and beauty), or how Jingyuan could, quite literally, ruin every one of your future job prospects if he deemed you necessary (you’d find a way to murder him; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned), you could only muster a single thought.

“Tingyun, you’re a genius.”

The paperwork (because he is the bastard, Jingyuan had purposefully orchestrated his resignation process to be thrice as lengthy as the average Luofunian businesses, complete with word-limit essays detailing the exact reason for departure and a five-year timeline on future posts) is stashed under a vase on your nightstand; you make a mental note to litter expletives along the margins to finalize the word count. With the shit he’d just pulled, the general would be in no position to even raise a brow.

“Where’s the newbie,” you grit, slamming your receiver and thumb print over the holographic lock of the Cloud Knight’s maximum security cells. Your companion, a Vidyadhara accountant-turned-night watch guard (because Jingyuan’s ever-growing penchant for tossing civil servants into the line of criminal apprehension remained steadfast even before your recruitment), sweats nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Miss [Name],” Danyin stresses, wincing at the sight of weeks-old inmates clawing at his fabrics for scraps of food, money, and flesh; you ignore him, walking onwards with an air of pissed-offery not even the most seasoned of inmates would dare inflame; your hair hangs behind you, perfumed and damp from its midnight shower, face void of the traditional rouged eyes and thick liner you’d adopted since entering Jingyuan’s court. “If I may speak—”

“You may not.”

“—the general was adamant you meet with him first before apprehension of our newest inmate. He seems… quite ruffled.”

“As he should be, because the next time I see him, I’ll rip him a ne—”

“It is evident that this criminal is naught like the others, [Name], and this is the first time we’ve had to quarter anyone in Cloudford’s maximum security ce—”

You whirl around to face Danyin, eyes ablaze. The guard withers under the brunt of your glower.

“I will see to it my duties are performed,” you say evenly, “and then, I will clock out, return to bed, and enjoy the rest of my weekend with my cell muted. You can let that scoundrel know I will be unavailable for the next 48 hours.”

And with that, you jerk the handlebar of the deepest cell in Jingyuan’s fort shut, your last sight that of Danyin with his mouth hanging open.

The maximum security cells of Jingyuan’s prison are surprisingly less unkempt than the bustle of the commons; it is dark and smells distinctly of a new, unused apartment complex. There are neither guards nor cellkeepers, no windows to speak of; only a dark, winding hallway leading to your destination.

It’s the first time you’d been allotted clearance; originally, you’d presumed the general lacked faith in both your combat abilities and the unwavering loyalty shared by his retinue (both are correct), but now, you realize it’s simply due to a lack of occupants.

(And rightfully so, because you’re having a terrible time imagining what dangers would have Jingyuan paranoid.)

You stop in front of a glass cell; it is tempered, element, bullet, sound, and magic proof; you glance down at your wristwatch and realize it has lost its signal. A neon red “O” flashes on top of the door.

Hesitantly (because despite your lack of sleep and the fact that you’re moving on sole hatred), you touch the glass, peering into the darkness for any sign of movement (any sign of life).

There are none.

Chewing your bottom lip, you decide to adopt the usual “fuck it” mentality you’d been ailed with after more than a few double-digit near death encounters in these halls and press the pads of your fingers over the lock.

It churns, once, twice, thrice, before responding in a robotic monotone; “high-risk individual detected; please exercise caution.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave your hand. “Just get it over with.”

A pause. “Searching database; clearance confirmed. Please confirm entry command.”

You click your tongue. “I do.”

A soft, buzzing sound. “High-risk individual detected; please reaffirm entry command.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, yes!”

The algorithm grows silent. The cogs behind the seemingly innocuous doorway bluster for at least ten seconds, winding open in a rigid, clumsy gait.

Inside, it is darker still. It smells of the preserved glaze used all over the Luofu to seal unused buildings, and a hint of dust; metallic odors assail your nose. Your eyes adjust to the blackness, and you peer long enough to spy the end of a conversation table.

“...uh, hello?”

No response. Annoyed, you search the walls for the lightswitch—your hands dart blindly until it finds the lever.

Dim, blue hues glint off the corridor, bathing the cell in an ominous, funeral-morning light. Your eyes train to the end of the table, and there he sits—still, unmoving, a mane of raven hair cascading down his back, a flesh-and-bone composition of some western Dracula. He is unlike any other inmate you’d laid eyes on before, something incorrigible, clandestine about him; it’s as if he’s frozen in the intersection of immortality and death, one foot through the door, never fully on either side. Distinctly, it reminds you of some late-stage cases of mara-struck individuals that would eventually be sent for termination (the grim fate of all Xianzhou natives).

He is as strong as he is imposing, and nearly as tall as the general himself; this, you can ascertain by the muted rise of his chest, the cling of Xianzhounian fabric over battle-hardened muscle, and knees that hit the bottom of the table. 

He can kill you, you realize instantly; a part of you screams that he not only can, but will. It is a primitive fear, one you hadn’t thought you’d face in the closely-guarded Luofu ship, especially under the watchful eye of the Cloud Knight’s general; it’s enough for you to stop breathing, and render you frozen in your tracks.

You force yourself to exhale, dragging the chair on your end of the table back to situate yourself.

“Good evening,” you manage to utter, cringing at how it comes out a half-squeak; you bite your tongue, willing yourself to harden. A killer this man might’ve been (a professional one, if your screaming gut instinct had anything to say), you didn’t power through half a decade of amicassador training and Jingyuan’s bullshit to flail at the sight of a wanted criminal. “I’m [Name], associate-assistant of General Jingyuan of the Cloud Knights, acting director-in-command of Cloudford’s maximum security center; my duties include, but are not limited to, prerequisite questioning of inmates following admission, collection of bio-data, and basic care of inmates that are unable to groom oneself.” You spy the etherous shackles bound at the wrists of his gauze-covered hands. “Do you consent to the precursory collection of bio-data?”

No response. Not even the slightest tilt of a head, not a single hair moving out of place. A little paler, and you’d presume him dead. You chew the inside of your mouth.

“Would you be willing to provide your legal name? Planet of origin? Species?” Each question is followed by another inch of silence, widening the sea between you and the stranger; though you’re simply following protocol, you can’t help but shiver at the thought of offending Jingyuan’s newest specimen. “...that will conclude logistics. As per duty, and due to current physical restrictions, I am, by law, required to provide basic grooming; this will include a wipe-down of the face. You may vocalize any additional requests; if deemed appropriate by the Cloud Knight Codex, I will comply.”

Silence.

You decide you’d rather the world swallow you back into its womb and spit you back out so you might choose another path in life. Anything to prevent the development of that stupid crush on the scoundrel-general that had left you moon-eyed enough to brush off Tingyun’s recommendation of bannering under Yukong’s Sky-Faring Commission, where you’d entertain foreign investors and tryst with exotic artists instead of dancing with the stink of death every workday.

“...I’m going to touch you now,” you murmur, the scrape of your chair filling the cell. “Please excuse me.”

It’s like diving head-first into a guillotine; every live-wire nerve in you is shrilling for you to run, dignity and Jingyuan and the peace of the Luofu be damned. Leave the goddamn cell door open if you had to; anything to save your own skin. You don’t, of course; instead, you waver in front of the man, still a sitting statue, and tear open the sterile clothpack you’d pocketed.

Slowly, you kneel—and suddenly, you’re having to look up at him, all harsh lines and dark hair, and you thank the Aeons he’s blindfolded and you can’t see his eyes, because you know you wouldn’t have been able to perform any duty under the brunt of a killer’s stare.

He smells of incense and the bloodied scabbard of a sword. Specifically, the woodsmoke used in funerals. Hesitantly, you press the damp end of the satin to the stranger’s cheek.

The result is instantaneous, and you would’ve missed it had you hadn’t been seasoned by years of dealing with the most insidious of criminals; his mouth twitches, his nostrils flare; the actions are subtle, not at all assuming to the naked eye, and would, when performed by any other inmate, be brushed off as involuntary fidgeting;

But not this man, not death himself.

You nearly drop the cloth in alarm. But you don’t, and you try to look anywhere but him (because looking at him hurts as much as it would staring into the core of a non-artificial sun), climbing over the bridge of his nose, the flesh of his lips, the dip of his brows and the cuts of his hard, narrow jaw.

He is handsome.

The thought is both funny and terrifying; it helps you function, albeit more normally, though a part of you knows you shouldn’t find a national security threat anything more than appalling.

“Done,” you murmur, pulling back until you’re no longer drunk on the scent of orientals and woodsmoke. You pause, affirming just how pretty he is up close—a word you’d seldom use to describe men, and though he is absurdly handsome, there’s something flowery about the drape of his hair over his shoulder (another sign of danger, you now realize, as Xianzhounian warriors only cut their hair after defeat), the fullness of his mouth; like a carnivorous, night-flowering jasmine, you muse, blooming a scent so elusive it would only attract the most macabre of victims into its maw.

Aeons, the wanted criminal had you waxing poetry. Had your perpetual sleep deprivation toed its way to insanity?

“...do you require any further assistance?”

It shouldn’t shock you, it really shouldn’t; and yet, his response has the same effect as being struck with a killing blow from the general’s lightning lord itself;

“No,” he rasps, and the sound shoots right down to your core.

Fuck. Maybe you should’ve convinced your Foxian friend to take that old geezer up on his threeway offer last weekend, because it had clearly been too long since you’d gotten laid. For a wanted criminal you’d just laid eyes on to have such—

No. There’s no way. You make a mental note to ask Tingyun what self-care devices are trending and hide the pang in your nether regions with a shuffle of your thighs.

“Alright,” you squeak, scrambling to your feet—and protocol be damned, because there’s nothing in this godforsaken intergalactic universe that can stop you from crawl-dashing out the door as fast as your stupid work heels will carry you.

You need an intervention (an orgasm). Stat.

ꨄ︎

The Jingyuan that haunts you at dusk is as capable as the one you loathe during the day, thrice as inflamed, and so deliciously pliant. Your vision is obscured in the pewter-gray of his mane, teeth scraping the naked flesh of your shoulder, wet and warm and hard.

You dig your nails into the roots of his hair, as always, and yank. In response, he lets out a muffled groan—you imagine the sound reverberates under your skin like ripples along a lake, and feel his (your) hands dip below the hem of your dress. He would be careful, you think—considerate, despite his bastardry, barely bruising, just harsh enough to leave you wanting, just how you like it (or so you think).

“I hate you,” you gasp, to no one; Jingyuan chuckles, lips soft over the juncture of your throat.

“Me?” 

“You,” you moan, the rake of your nails along his back coaxing him into littering a thousand kisses over your neck. “I hate you, I hate you—you and your stupid hair and lackadaisical, know-it-all attitude, and—fuck, I deserve a raise!”

“You don’t sound as though you hate me,” he hums. “In fact, you sound… rather pleased.”

Of course the Jingyuan in your hallucinogen-inspired wet dream is as cocky as the one in flesh; you scowl, landing a good one across his left cheek. He laughs, then, which spurs you to lock your legs around his hips and push him into the plush of the many pillows of your dreamscape.

“Shut up,” you order, “and put that mouth of yours to use for once.”

He doesn’t need any further instigation; dream-Jingyuan (somehow just as insufferable, despite being the byproduct of YOUR imagination) grabs you by the thighs and splits you open like his last meal. You gasp, hips moving of their own accord—reality blurs with the walls of your dreamworld, your own fingers replaced with the general’s calloused ones, and you sway to build the peak of your climax to your heart’s desire, lips coaxed open by his tongue, clit brushing against the bridge of his nose.

It’s all too much, really; you don’t remember the last time you’d had a dream so vivid, despite having remedied your insomnia quite often with visions of taming the sleeping general. There’s a strange sense of liminality; the thick fog separates to make way for cracks that closely resemble your bedroom wall, silk sheets fading into the strewn blankets you’d received as a New Year’s gift.

And then, Jingyuan does something completely unscripted—he slides you off his face, throws your leg over his hip, and grinds into your core.

You let out a whimper, something small in the back of your mind screaming that this isn’t normal—that a fabrication shouldn’t be chasing after his own pleasure, that the teeth along your neck feel harsher, more volatile;

But you can’t be bothered to care, whining for more—because suddenly, his mouth isn’t enough, and you need him, you need to be filled—had your vision been less blurry, and had you been even a smidgen less wanton, you wouldn’t noticed the shock of white hair fade into ink, the bare chest replace itself with dark fabric, and the fog of your dreamscape turn to overhead skies and a bed crowned in a million spider lilies.

And then,

“Jingyuan?” The forbidden, familiar baritone husks into your ear, and Aeons, you’d never crumbled faster—your eyes split open, still hazy, glittering with unshed tears—of frustration, of want, of hatred, everything in between and more, and you feel yourself getting even wetter. “Of all men, him?”

“What’re ‘ou doing here?” You babble, incoherent; your arms are still wrapped around his neck, and slowly, the inmate you’d been acquainted with mere hours before rises, shrouding your world in a curtain of black hair.

He smells the same—incense and blood and rain. Great. Now you’re hallucinating scents.

“That won’t do,” he says, lowering his face; the fabric of his blindfold touches your forehead, and you’re not sure why, but the fact that you can’t truly see him is even more erotic than any fantasy you’d ever conjured up before.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you mumble, the last shreds of decency slipping away to the cloudsmoke of his perfume and the flush of his hardened body against yours. “This isn’t—mmm!”

His mouth is on yours, and it is nothing like any mirage store-bought fantasia can conjure up; he is nothing like the men you pick up at clubs, nothing like the teasing Jingyuan in your dreams. He is taking you, commanding your lips to part to make way for him; his tongue searches yours, feverish and so ravaging that it should have you fleeing the planet.

Then, he moves, and you feel the brush of something hard against your mound, near corporeal; the threads of rationality snap, and you’re arching, using your hooked leg as leverage to melt into the dream-criminal’s body, because now, a dream isn’t enough—you want to feel him, warmth and muscle and the cage of his arms, and become one; a mouth isn’t enough. Suddenly, nothing is enough.

He pulls away to latch onto your neck, and you cry at the loss.

“No,” you wail, hooking your remaining leg over his waist. Slender, moreso than Jingyuan’s. “Kiss me more—gimme more—I need—”

“Take it yourself,” he says, working on the welts now littering your collarbone in what an absurd part of you assumes is an attempt to replace any remnants of the dream-general. “Do you really think yourself deserving?”

Tears brim at the corners of your eyes. “So—so mean,”

You lay there for a minute more, frustrated and so stupidly wet, aching for his touch while he seems content to deliver his punishments in the form of mouthing along every inch of your throat and breasts.

“You demon,” you accuse, fisting his shirtsleeve pathetically. Your lips twitch into a frown when he continues to ignore you.

Take it yourself, huh?

And then, because it’s a dream and you would rather die than be left unsatisfied in your own un-reality, you grab the stranger by the face, part your lips open, and finish what he so rudely began.

A part of you expects a nightmarish turn—one where he lashes out to skewer your gut, or worse; instead, he indulges you, fingers steadying your hips as they attempt to grind into a rhythm.

“You’re in my dream, aren’t you?” You whisper, scattering pecks along his cheek—he is, after all, so pretty, too pretty not to dote on. “Take responsibility. Jingyuan would.”

It’s like smelting a firecracker; his mouth bends into an almost-scowl, and the grip on your hips turns bruising.

Bandaged fingers curl into your heat, building atop an existing pressure—your reaction is visceral. A gasp, then an involuntary swivel of your spine with the heels of your feet digging into the bed; and just as you think he’s going to build a staccato, his ministrations halt.

It’s devastating, and it has you wailing into the crook of his pale, unforgiving, not-quite-embrace; frustrated, you knock your fists against his chest. If it were reality, it would hurt you more than it hurt him.

“You bastard.”

“I could ruin you,” he haunts, an echo in your ear. “I could make it burn. You would dream of me in the waking world, cry for me in the dreaming. A slave to passion, day and night; hardly sleeping, hardly eating, merely breathing, finding relief only when I move inside you.”

His lips graze over your own.

“But I won’t.”

It’s a strange, humiliating experience, coming undone from a mere kiss; your heat throbs, neglected, still sobbing to be touched, be soothed, put at rest; but the way he holds you can be mistaken as loving, and the curl of his mouth against yours is almost kind; it’s like grasping at the shadow of a man that never existed.

And then, you wake up.

Your walls are sepia and no longer skies, there are no lilies at your feet. Your cheeks are tear-stained, and there’s a hand under your skirt, the other cupping your breast in poor mimicry of your dream demon.

Something red catches the mirror on your nightstand.

There, splintered across the previously unmarred expanse of your throat, lies a canopy of bruise-colored kisses.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

the post about konig and tatoos got me thinking how would he react with his girl doing a full body waxing, since someone else needs to literally see all her body and """touch""" her to do that, and imagine if it's a man 😭

Just imagine König marching to the beauty salon (people are screaming) then simply barging in to the room where this guy trying to give you a wax oh my God 🥲

Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. König won't let you do whatever you want – not without checking the details first. Also: no male gynecologists. Like, none, EVER. (Lol what's wrong with this guy)

But....

now I'm thinking about König's reaction when you come home after a full body wax 👀 done by some innocent woman of course, someone who's a professional & would never have nasty thoughts and intentions towards you 💕

CW: Cunnilingus, edging, overall shameless behavior 18+

König is so, so curious. Of course he wants to inspect you!

He likes his women soft, but let's be honest: this man is happy with whatever you give him. He adores you and worships your body, waxed or not. He would never force you into such a thing (actually, he'd be happiest if you never left home...)

But now that you're suddenly even softer than usual – wait, you're silky smooth all over?? König just can't stop running his hands over your thighs, he can't stop staring at what's between your legs. Actually, he's admiring the view like it's the first time he's laid eyes on a woman.

And yep. He simply has to have a taste.

Long, savoured licks and starved moans ensue as he goes down to enjoy your silk. Better grab something sturdy to hold on to (yeah, why not him?) because this dude is not leaving his favorite place in a while. He will edge and edge and edge you until you cry and beg, because he loves seeing you like this: spread wide open, sweet and bare and so wet that the audible evidence of his treatment is downright sloppy.

Usually, he's a bit more rough, the constant high libido of this man making the sex a sweaty, needy business. But now... Now, he takes his sweet time. He's a different man, sampling you like you're the best cuisine he's ever tried.

You can trash on the bed, you can try to tug at his hair when he drives you to the edge but not over it. You can cry and whine and sob but he's not going to budge. Just when you open your mouth and say you're about to lose your mind, König gives you a sudden, straightforward compliment.

"I like this," he sighs on your pussy with his hand down his pants. And you shouldn't be surprised that he's stroking himself while lapping you. Guy hasn't even bothered to take his cock out – apparently, he's perfectly happy with the prospect of cumming inside his camos like the filthy dog that he is.

"So soft," he gives you another starved lick, "and wet…"

"König... Mh, I can't take it anymore," you moan and gasp on the sheets, your voice so needy and pathetic it could easily be mistaken for a sob.

"No? But I can," he rasps and continues the torment.

You're starting to think that the waxing was a terrible mistake. He's being mean, and for what? Just because you happen to look nice and feel soft.

Actually, König is the meanest man you know, always teasing and torturing you, always making your life hard and your pussy wet. The worst thing is that you can feel the stupid grin spreading on his lips.

"Look at you, little one... Am I being too mean?" He asks as if he can read minds as well. You don't know if the compassion in his voice is real or feigned, but he won't let you linger on that thought for too long. No: your attention falls back to the hot, determined mouth making love to you. His lips seal around your clit, and give you another soft, ample suck.

"Fu–ck," you whisper helplessly in the air.

A mistake... A big mistake.

König stops, now genuinely shocked.

"Such filth from my angel's mouth... Where have you learned words like that?"

"König, don't be ridicu—"

"I can't let you cum yet."

His declaration makes you want to scream. But you know better than that... There's nothing you can do but try to suppress the tears as he goes down on you once more, ensuring you get some more but never enough. You promise him you will never swear again, you babble and plead, but it's no use. König makes you promise it twice. Thrice.

By the time he finally does end your torture, your whole body is a quivering, overstimulated mess. You cum, wave after wave, riding on his tongue like there's nothing else in this world. You're pretty sure some of your brain cells have died during his treatment.

Yes, the waxing was either a terrible mistake or the most brilliant idea you've ever had... You can't really decide in your state of brainless euphoria. What you do know, however, is that König is a huge hypocrite: he always has to ruin the things he views as sweet and innocent and pretty. You're a mess, but not mess enough for him.

He cums on your poor, bare pussy with a few anxious faps – you can do nothing but lie there like a helpless maiden as the hot load lands on your soft skin and trickles over your sensitive clit.

It's downright laughable how he gathers you in his arms after such a shameless, greedy session. He even has the audacity to coo loving nonsense in your ear. He does all kinds of sweet things except clean you up.

When you whine about it, he says he will give his "sweet angel" a wash soon – no doubt wanting to carry you to the bathroom, bridal style, like the perfect gentleman.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Cuddle bugs

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N: Greetings love ones. This is just a little blurb I had this week. Something a little cute and cuddly. I hope everyone is doing well and you're taking good care of yourselves. I appreciate all of you. Thank you so much for reading and following me. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 4,281

Warnings: 18+ No minors. Angst, doubt, pinning, sexual implications, language and not proof read.

Summary: Pinning after Eddie is crazy. But a good kinda crazy.

Fucking Eddie Munson. The crazy beautiful lunatic with the voice that's a cross between angelic and rock legend. Voice so deep in the mornings it practically ruined your underwear every time he said 'Mornin' sweetheart''

Was he talking to you that day? Or any day for that matter? Well no. But you imagined it was. You imagined that his smiles were directed towards you when he ordered his morning coffee and scrambled eggs. With 1 sausage patty and 1 bacon strip. You pictured that it was you his eyes slit for as he smiled, giving thanks as you placed his meal on the counter.

But, it never was. Eddie never sat in your section. 4 long years waiting tables at Benny's and not once had he looked into your eyes.

Oh how you long for a glance. For one little smile. Just something, anything that would give you an indication that he, Eddie Munson knew you were on this plain of existence.

How could you possibly be this enamored with someone you never met? How is it that in the 4 years since you moved to this small town, that you had never said so much as a hello to him.

Sure you saw him all the time. Around the town, running errands, at the grocery store, at the movies, even at the salon. Still, you were invisible to the one you wanted the most to be visible to.

It was ridiculous, you knew that. Pinning after a guy that was clearly way way out of your league. But you couldn't help it.

You wanted to know what it was like to be on the receiving end of his smiles. To finally know what it felt like for him to rest his eyes on you.

Would you look away? Would you blush? Or would you find some sliver of courage to finally say 'hello can I take your order?'

Well you would get your chance.

…

You picked up an evening shift on a Friday night. It was prom season so Benny needed an extra pair of hands. Since his restaurant was one of the very few decent places to eat in Hawkins, he was anticipating being busy. Just not as busy as it actually was.

Originally, you were planning on going out on a blind date that night. But when you heard the desperation in Benny's voice you had to cancel.

Maybe it was for the better. You didn't want to go on a date with some random guy. But your grandpa insisted you go out with a young fella he met at the bank earlier that week.

All you knew of the guy was that he helped your grandpa pick up his checkbook after he dropped it. And that his voice sounded nice over the phone and he was the same age as you. But thank goodness for Benny.

When you walked into the restaurant, it was so loud that you couldn't even hear the jukebox. You immediately went to the back room and dawned on an apron. You didn't even put on your name tag before you went back up front.

The second you walked out the swinging doors you saw Eddie walking in. Your eyes followed him to an open seat at the counter. Once you noticed that he was in fact in your section, you turned around and went through the door again. You stood there shaking your head.

" What is it?"

You looked to the side and Benny was giving you a concerned look. But then that faded when he looked out of the window area. He chuckled a little and went back to work.

" Kiddo, I need you out there to get his order."

You sighed. " Can't you just put it in? He always orders the same thing."

"Tonight might be the night something changes."

Not likely. You thought. Creature of habit that one.

You took a deep breath and went out.

You cleared your throat lightly. " H-hi."

Eddie smiled at his menu. " Hey. Um can I get the uhh…the chicken fried steak."

You smiled to yourself. " With fries instead of mashed potatoes and buttered corn? Mountain dew, no ice?"

He looked up from his menu and tilted his head to the side. " umm yeah. How did you-"

"ORDER UP!" Benny shouted.

Before you could look up from your order pad you jumped and turned around. Where you were met with Benny grinning at you.

When you looked back Eddie was smiling. His eyes were down as he took off his jacket.

Damn it!

" I'll be back with your drink."

You huffed a little as you took the order to the customer. After, you grabbed Eddie's drink. When you went back to give it to him he was heading towards the bathroom.

Aww.

A few minutes later his food was ready and you tried to give it to him but, someone had already placed it on the counter and took off to help other customers. That's when you saw Eddie lift his finger to ask something, but he got ignored.

You looked at the table full of kids in their pretty dresses and cute tuxedos.

" Your order will be up shortly."

When you turned, you heard someone say that they hoped none of their food went missing before it got to the table.

You paused for a second feeling the hurt, then shook it off and went to help Eddie.

You place a bottle of steak sauce and a small bowl of bbq sauce in front of him.

You were so embarrassed from what just occurred that you couldn't take your eyes off the ground.

That's when Eddie grabbed your hand. Your eyes shot up to his rings that littered his fingers.

" Hey. They're stupid kids. Don't listen to them."

You furrowed your brow a little and nodded.

" Umm do you need anything else?"

He let go of your wrist. " No. Not right now. Thanks for bringing me sauce."

You pressed your lips together and turned to fill more drink orders. Now all you could think about was how warm and rough his hand was. It was rougher than you expected it to be. But the way he held your hand so gently, you could have died.

Damn it. I should've looked at him.

A little bit later you went back to check on him. As soon as you saw he bottomed out his pop, you brought him another.

" Thanks doll."

You blushed. You knew you did. You could feel your cheeks get hot.

" You're welcome Eddie."

When your eyes met finally, your heart nearly stopped. He was smiling… at you!

" Are you new here?" He asked.

You couldn't talk. You could barely breathe. All you could do was shake your head.

He tilted his head a little. " Huh? How long have you worked here?"

You had to look away. You needed to so you could answer him.

" 4-4 years."

He leaned back slightly." Seriously? How come I have never seen you before?"

You shrugged. " Umm you normally sit over there."

Eddie's eyes followed your finger to his normal spot.

" Oh. Huh…guess I'm not too observant am I?"

" Well we're all creatures of habit. Sorry that you had to sit on my side tonight."

He smiled again when you looked at him. You actually seemed genuinely apologetic for it. " I like this side. I never had such good service before. You knew my order."

You smiled a little. " Well you kinda order the same thing for dinner when you come in."

He smirked. " But, how did you know that if you never served me before?"

You bit your lip and looked away again. " I'm…a really good waitress."

His chuckle made your heart flutter.

" Hmmm is that so? Okay." He said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. " I challenge you. What dessert do I get?"

Your smile got a little bigger. " Well that depends."

He raised a brow. " On?"

You took a step closer to the counter when it got loud again. Afraid that he might not hear you over it.

" Umm did you have a good day at work today?"

He jerked his head back a little and pinched his brows together. " I did."

That's when you gave him a breathtaking smile. He was actually taken back by it. Not in a weird way, just that how could he have missed a smile like that all this time.

" Cherry pie with 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream."

He scoffed in disbelief. " Okay…what would I get if I had a bad day?"

All of a sudden you thought that this conversation made you look like a creep. So much so that you didn't want to answer.

" Ummm. Haha." You shrugged." I-I guess I'm not as good as I thought I was."

He leaned forward on his elbows. " Care to take a guess at it doll?"

You took a small step closer to the counter. About half an arms length away from him now. Even though you didn't want to tell him that you actually did know what he ordered. The way his big brown eyes looked at you made it so that you never wanted to lie to him." Well umm let's see…Maybe...Triple chocolate cake…with chocolate ice cream and milk."

Eddie leaned in closer and nodded. " You are a really really good waitress."

He saw you blush as you looked away.

You blushed again." I-I'll get you that pie."

When you walked away he watched you. He thought you were cute. The way your chubby cheeks got all pink and how you kept looking away from him. You were clearly shy as hell. But it was adorable.

It made him actually quite happy his blind date cancelled on him.

In normal circumstances, he would never accept being set up with someone. Well, that's because no one would actually want to go out on a date with him. And he had never been offered that before.

He had been out of highschool for almost 2 years and he still was someone who was to be avoided. Not that it really bothered him. But he was rather lonely.

So imagine his surprise when he was offered the chance to go out with an old man's granddaughter. He at first declined, but Don insisted that he had to meet his beautiful granddaughter.

That's what he was supposed to do tonight. But turned out it wasn't meant to be.

Still, this night turned out better than he expected. Even with the horny teenagers filling all the seats in his favorite place. And the shitty music someone decided to play. He was intrigued by you. The girl who has been working here for ages. The one with no name apparently.

He liked you. He liked the way you didn't wear a lot of makeup like the rest of the waitresses here. He liked how normal you looked.

Sure you were a curvy girl. But he never really had a type. He thought everyone was beautiful in their own way. Guys and girls.

What he really wanted was to be with someone who was nice. Someone who was funny as well as smart. Mostly, just someone. That's why he agreed to a blind date after all.

But as the night went on, he forgot all about her and focused on you.

Once the kids had gone to their dance, there were only regulars there. Eddie decided to stick around for a bit. Possibly get your number.

When you went back with his change, you were feeling down. He was gonna leave. The whole 3 hours he was there made the night bearable.

He joked around a bit and kept giving you compliments. For a moment there you thought maybe he was flirting. But then again, he talked that way with his other waitresses.

You gave him a soft smile."Have a great rest of your night."

He nodded and grinned. "Uhh you too."

You handed him his change and lingered there for a second.

Stop being weird and go. You told yourself.

So you did. You turned and started walking off.

" Hey doll?"

You froze. Doll? Love that for me.

" What's your name?"

You bit your lip out of sheer excitement. He wanted to know your name. You turned a little and opened your mouth to say it. But then a car backfiring blocked out the sound.

Eddie looked out the window and saw the old truck peeling out of the parking lot.

" Uhh sorry I didn't catch-" he cut off when he saw you walking into the back.

" Damn." He whispered to himself.

Now he had to come back and get your name. Then maybe your number.

…

When you went home all you could think about was how satisfying it was to finally get that smile from him. How incredible it was to look into his eyes and see the twinkle you knew was there.

Though you realize you had a small crush on the guy, you knew that nothing was going to happen. If there was, then you would leave it up to the universe.

However, you still felt bad for canceling on your date. So before heading home you made a quick phone call from the restaurant.

-

Eddie had just walked in through the door when the phone rang. He hung his jacket on the coat rack while Wayne answered the call.

" It's for you son."

Eddie nodded and went to the phone.

" Hello?"

" H-hey. It's umm y/n."

He rubbed the back of his neck. " Oh. Hey."

" Hi… Ummm so I called because I wanted to apologize again for canceling."

" Uhh n-no. You're good. I get it. Work sucks sometimes."

He heard a sweet little laugh that sounded familiar.

" It does. But I am really sorry…I was wondering if possibly…I could make it up to you. Maybe buy you a drink sometime?"

Eddie grinned. This was a first. He thought he would never hear from his blind date again. " Uhh s-sure. How about tomorrow night?"

" Okay. Umm, is there a place you have in mind?"

He nodded. " Yeah. Do you know a place called The Hideout?"

" By the river?"

He smiled. " That's the one. Say 7?"

"Y-yeah. That would be great! I'll uhh be the girl in pink."

The excitement in your voice made him chuckle." I'll see you tomorrow."

" See ya. Goodnight."

When he hung up all he could think about was how sweet you were.

-

The amount of courage it took to call him all came from talking to Eddie. Sure you didn't really want to go out on a date. But after what happened tonight, you thought what harm would one drink do? The guy seemed nice. So you were excited. And so was Eddie.

…

It was cold in the bar. So cold that you put on your sweater and buttoned it all the way up.

It was the fall, so you were expecting the cold. Just not this bad yet.

You arrived a little early to try and find a place to sit. But to your surprise the place was practically empty.

You ordered a drink and sat patiently waiting for your date.

-

Eddie had come early too. He was sitting in his van rocking out for a minute. For some reason he thought the date was gonna go well.

He walked in and looked around. He didn't see anyone in pink so he sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

It was 15 minutes until 7 and he thought he should take a leak before you came. So he went real quick. When he came back, he still hadn't seen a girl in pink. But he did see you.

He was shocked for a second but then he smiled and went to sit down.

It looked like you were waiting for someone too. You kept glancing at the door, while sipping on your drink.

For a second there he got kinda jealous that someone got to go out on a date with you. But from the looks of it, you were stood up. Him too in fact.

It was 7:20 and his nor your date showed up. He kinda expected this, but he felt bad because who would bail on a pretty girl like you? That's when he decided to buy you a drink.

When you got it the bartender pointed at him. The look in your eyes made him smile.

He waved and raised his drink. You of course blushed and looked down. But you smiled. And that's all he needed to get up and join you.

" Hello again."

He grinned." Hey doll. What's a girl like you doing in a dump like this?"

You looked away again and sighed. " I was supposed to meet someone here. But it looks like he didn't show."

He sat down and shook his head. " What a dick."

You laughed a little and took a small sip of your drink. " Last time I let my grandpa set me up."

Eddie furrowed his brow and jerked his head back. What were the odds that you were his date?

" Erm, I'm sorry. But is your grandpa named Don?"

You raised your brows and met his gaze. " How?"

He looked away and chuckled.

" Edward?"

He licked his lips and looked back at you. " Guilty."

You nervously laughed and looked down again. " Wowsers. I-I wasn't… ummm."

His smile faded. Now worried that you didn't want to be here. "Hey umm if you want to leave that's cool. I know I have a reputation and all."

Your brows pinched together as you looked up again. " So what if you do?"

Surprised by your response he tilted his head. " Well, mostly people turn the other way when they see me coming."

" I'm not most people."

He grinned a little and took a swig of his beer.

" But I'm curious. You sound so different on the phone. What did you think would happen if you told your dates your name was Edward and they met you? If you wanted to hide your identity, that wasn't a well thought out plan."

He chuckled. " You got me there. I'm not really a guy with a plan."

You nodded. " Clearly."

You both laughed and cheers each other.

A little while later you guys decided to get a late dinner.

That dinner turned into many more after that. Eddie liked you. Liked you a lot. So much that he was ready to take the next step with you. However, he had to be honest. He never had sex before. Well he had, but only with himself.

You guys have been seeing each other for 2 months now. Going on 3 and he was sure he was ready. He had planned a night with dinner and candles. With baby making music and everything. But you ended up working. So that plan was ruined. And so we're all future plans.

One night he thought maybe.

You were cuddling up next to him. Which was a mistake. He should have known better. Every time you cuddled with him like this. Your face snuggled in the crook of his neck and your hand under his shirt. With your hoodie on and legs laced with his. You would fall asleep.

And that's exactly what happened. 15 minutes into the movie you were softly snoring away. He looked at you and sighed.

" Babe?" He whispered. " Babe?"

You softly moaned and opened your eyes a little. You then smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Snuggling back in his neck after.

You were absolutely adorable. Just so damn precious to him. He couldn't force the next step with you. And that moment of cuteness he decided to just let things be.

…

It's been 5 months since you and Eddie got together. And tonight was the night.

You guys didn't have plans that Saturday evening so you thought you would make some. You went to the phone and called your boyfriend.

" Hey babes."

" Why hello doll."

You smiled and swooned. Absolutely loving that he called you that. " Hi. So umm I know we hadn't planned on doing anything tonight. But I was wondering if you would like to come over. Maybe…stay the night?"

He raised his brows. " Uhh y-yeah s-sure."

You pressed your lips together. You were actually nervous too. " I know that we haven't spent the night together yet. But I think it's time…I-I mean if you're ready that is."

" Y-yeah. No. Yeah. Umm I'm ready." He stammered.

You giggled. " Okay…so umm bring me flowers?"

He chuckled lightly. "I always get you flowers. How about I get you chocolates?"

" Hmmm you can get some of those too. But make sure to get protection."

He got nervous again. " O-okay. Umm I'll be over soon."

" Great."

When he hung up he just stood there for a second. "Shit! It's finally gonna happen."

…

When Eddie showed up he had a bouquet of marigolds and a heart shaped box of chocolates. The way he smiled and held both out nervously was so adorable. You could squeal and jump up and down from the sheer cuteness.

While smiling and taking your gifts, you motioned him to come in.

Eddie was beyond nervous. For a moment there he thought he might chicken out. But then he thought if he was going to do it with anyone, why not the beautiful shy girl that he was dating. He had waited a long time for this. And he was excited that it was going to happen. He just hoped he wouldn't disappoint you.

You guys kissed for a little while before his hands started to explore your body.

The way he lightly caressed your thighs made you tremble.

"E-Eddie?"

He lifted his head to look at you. You were gorgeous. Eyes all big and lips all pink.

" Ready?"

You licked your lips and softly nodded.

This was it. You guys were finally gonna see each other naked. When you thought about this, you pictured Eddie running away. Or not being able to get a hard on. But when he took off his clothes your core ached. His penis wasn't crazy thick or super long. But it was beautiful. So much so that you sat there for a minute, just staring at him entirely.

" Doll?"

" Hmm?" You squeaked, while looking into worried brown hues. " O-oh I'm sorry…it's just…I-I" you looked away and blushed. " Never seen one with skin."

As soon as you said that you felt like a whore. But then Eddie spoke, giving you some assurance that he didn't think that.

" Is it bad? I-I keep it clean... Do you still want to?"

You looked back up at him and shook your head. " No. It's not bad. I think it's cute. Like a little turtle neck. And thanks for being hygienic."

Your little smile and comment had him chuckling lightly. He sat down and looked you over.

You looked at yourself. It was time.

You first took off your socks. Then your bottoms along with your panties.

When it was time for your shirt you lifted it over your head. Causing your hair to whip to the side.

He reached up and brushed it behind your shoulder. When you looked up at him he leaned in to kiss you.

-

You laid there trying to catch your breath. With Eddie doing the same.

" You uhhh- you okay doll?"

" Uh-huh."

He looked at you and studied your face. He wasn't sure if you came. He sure did.

It went faster than he expected. But it was better than he could have imagined.

"Do…do you want something to eat and drink?" You asked

" Actually, I was so nervous I didn't eat dinner."

You giggled. "Me too. Why don't you clean up and I'll make us some grilled cheese."

He nodded and got up with you. While you put on your pajamas shirt and bottoms he grabbed his boxers.

You started for the kitchen when he reached for your elbow. He pulled you into a tender kiss. After he smiled at you.

You smiled against his lips. "Hurry up ok? Star Wars is supposed to come on at 8:15."

He gave you one more kiss before going to shower.

You were waiting for him in the living room when he was done. He grinned happily when you pulled back the throw that was on your lap and motioned him to come sit with you. He threw himself next to you and gave you a peck on the cheek before grabbing his plate.

" Umm babes?"

He looked at you and you looked nervous. He shoved the bite he just took into one cheek. " Yeah doll?"

You lightly cleared your throat. " umm do you think after we eat…we…could do that again."

His eyes slightly got bigger. Even though you guys literally had sex like 10 minutes ago, you wanted to do it again.

He quickly chewed his food and harshly swallowed it. " I'm done."

You laughed and put your plate down. As soon as you did, he grabbed your hand and led you back to bed.

After, he laid there listening to your soft snores. Holding you close to him while breathing in your shampoo. He loved how you always smell so good. How you were always so damn warm. So soft. He squeezed you a little bit tighter. Not wanting to ever let you go.

“ I think I love you doll.” He whispers.

You stirred a little and he smiled.

“ You love me too don't you?”

You stirred again. Only this time you turned around and cuddled into his neck. Sighing sleepily.

He smiled to himself and fell into a deep slumber.

...

@salenorona23 @browneyes528

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What would the 141s college degrees be if they went to school

Ok so a bit of a change to prompt, but I think Soap and Gaz go to university while Price and Ghost go to college. For context college here is further education while university is higher education (eg uni is degree level).

Soap has got to be some sort of chemistry mechanics dual degree and not one person actually knows that. Like he's a bit of a party boy, on the football team and generally comes off as super laid back so nobody would guess that he is absolutely top of his class in a very difficult course. The uni ran their first mini highland games purely because they knew anything that he was doing in a kilt was going to do well and it outperformed expectations because the chance to see John MacTavish caber toss was not something anyone was passing up.

He knows Gaz because they are on the football team together. He is the opposite of Soap, everyone assumes he is doing some super technical degree because he is just so clever, but he's actually nowhere near the sciences and is somewhere in the literature department. He put the Scots poetry module to good use and was a menace for a semester with how he kept making Soap blush by coming out these beautiful romantic lines in Scots.

The archnemesis of the football team in this uni the rugby team in the college that has a campus right next to theirs because both teams do massively well. Is part of it because Soap and Gaz bristle when they hear people fawning over Riley and Price instead of them? Maybe a little. They think it's ridiculous, football is the superior sport to them and they hate that at their games some people are wearing rugby shirts thinking it's still showing support because the uni and college are the same area. It's even worse because Riley and Price do not view them as the rivals for fame and adoration that they should! They are always really nice to them and come watch their games and Simon keeps offering to spot for Soap when they're in the gym and Price brings Gaz soup when he's sick :(

Ghost is doing hairdressing. This is fully from one throwaway comment from Tommy (he cuts his brothers hair) that he's good at it and he wishes he could do Beth's because her salon trips cost a fortune and while she loves getting her hair done she doesn't do it often because of that. Simon Riley is such a fucking family man that he runs with that, thinking nothing of dropping all the time and money required just so he can make his sister in laws day a little better. And if he can do his mums hair as well? Even better.

Price is doing a bunch of night classes for woodworking and welding. He owns his own place where he runs classes but likes to make sure he keeps up to date with any new techniques by attending new courses when they pop up. He's a favourite of the college because he's been doing that for years and has taught a couple of workshops for them. His workshops have a massive waiting list.

Ghost and Price are laid back and on the rugby team because they enjoy the game. They see Soap and Gaz as these hot-headed young men with a lot of heart and are oblivious to the fact that while they view them as mates, Soap and Gaz think there is a bitter rivalry happening. After all Gaz always let's Simon practice on his hair and he seems to enjoy it? Like he always sighs in such contentment when he's getting his hair washed. And Soap has started attending Price's home shop for some classes! Although Price is sort of confused because the man doesn't seem to be paying attention half of the time to the actual project he is supposed to be doing (of course he isn't, he's busy going bright red anytime Price rolls his sleeves up).

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Spoiling Eustass 'Captain' Kid

500 follower milestone achieved ~ thank you to all the lovely folks who like my content enough to follow and constantly support. You are all beautiful beans and I so appreciate every single one of you. As promised, here is the Spoiling Captain Kid bedtime story. Enjoy spoiling our mans♡

Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: None! Fluff piece with GN Reader, SFW (with some suggestive spice) but as always my content is only for ADULTS.

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Being with a man like Eustass Kid is anything but easy. His ambitions, his temper, his sardonic and gluttonous personality – all highly guarded walls to keep trespassers away. His reputation and his crew as his guard dogs to keep anyone from getting too close.

That didn’t mean there wasn’t love in his heart. For Killer.

The crew.

For you.

He hadn’t meant to fall for you but he did before he could articulate what he was feeling. By then he was in too deep. Couldn’t get you out of his head, his bed, or his heart.

A Captain has duties and Kid is a busy person. Between strategy meetings, communicating with contacts in the Underworld, commanding the crew and Victoria Punk, his time in the workshop, and everything else in between, you could see that his day-to-day schedule was running him ragged.

You had enough.

No man, not even Eustass Kid, is immune to burnout. Working out the details with Killer, you plotted a day of pampering and relaxation for the aggressive redhead. Whether he wanted it or not.

The ship is quiet. Too quiet. Kid’s suspicious scowl grew deeper as he walked around. Normally when the crew found a port to dock at, there would be stragglers around the deck nursing hangovers. Not today. He first noticed when he woke up and dragged his feet to the kitchen to grab you and him some water.

Now you were gone too. What the fuck!

Slightly jumping from the bathroom door suddenly swinging open, you stand before him in a cute little outfit that made his eyes dilate. He shook his head out of those spicy thoughts.

“Where the hell did everyone go?”

“Killer gave everyone a day off with a rotating skeleton crew to guard the ship!”

“The fuck? And he didn’t run that by me first?!”

You shake your head at him, “It was decided amongst the Commanders, Killer and me.”

Kid did a double take. “You all did what now???!”

“Everyone has the day off. You included. Now get changed, your itinerary is all filled up.” You pass the handwritten schedule into his flesh hand.

The vein in his forehead throbbed as he looked over the sheet.

Morning – Self-care start with breakfast provided. Full body treatment to follow.

Afternoon – Hot springs and lunch after. Nap optional.

Evening – Banquet with after party. If the Captain behaves, he’ll be provided with an additional gift.

“If I behave?” he growled, lowering the sheet from his face.

“Yep! Try to wear something a little casual since we’ll be out of our clothes a lot.”

That swiped the scowl off his face to be replaced with a grin. A grin he kept on his face as you both strolled through the island lazily. Kid is almost unrecognizable wearing shorts and a muscle tank top, his trademark goggles traded in for a pair of large, tinted sunglasses with golden rims. The day is bright and sunny, not too many people out on the streets, and his lover hanging off his arm – not a bad way to start his imposed day off.

When you reached your destination you almost had to pull Kid inside.

“We’re here stop dragging your feet!”

“You didn’t say anything about a nail salon!”

He much preferred to paint his nails himself, even after he lost his left arm he insisted on trying to use his power to create a normal sized-scale prosthetic. While it was manageable, it was nowhere near as precise or cleanly done as when he had both organic arms.

“Who cares? They get paid to do a job no matter how crusty your toenails are!”

“Y/N I AM NOT CRUSTY!!!!!!”

In the end you manage to pull him in. Kid remains entirely silent; face flushed as he sits in a leather chair that also had a massaging feature while his feet soaked in a heated tub. The manicurist quickly removed and painted his nails on his right hand while an adventure drama played on a screen, not once daring to speak aloud. Even the visual transponder snail seemed nervous, the screen slightly rippling on the edges.

You came through the door carrying a platter and two bags hanging from your arms. While your feet and back experience the same treatment as Kid, you hand feed him donut balls and ripped off pieces of bagels. He even has you lift his iced coffee for him to drink so he doesn’t have to move his body from the pulsing chair.

Nails freshly done and bellies satiated, you both head to the back of the salon. Through a heavy glass door, you both find yourselves in a spa house. Kid quirks his hairless eyebrow at you.

“Look, I’d normally take care of you myself but you’re…particular with how you like things done and I’d rather not get yelled at. Humor me and I promise you’ll feel stress free and relaxed and maybe add 5 years to your lifespan ok?”

With a grunt he gently shoves you off to the side in annoyance as he walks up to the receptionist. To Kid’s horror, he is to be subjected to a hot stone massage, a full facial, and then dipped into salt-rich mud for gods only know how long.

He enjoys it even if he tells you he hated every second.

Your room is next to his while you receive your own massage and you could hear his pleased growling and muffled moans as the massage therapist worked out kinks from his back not even Killer or you could work out. You didn’t hear him object to the facial and you thought you might have even heard him hum when the specialist told him they didn’t know why he needed it on his flawless face. That made you scoff; you were just trying to spoil your man – and on your own dime, thank you very much! Kid is ANYTHING but a cheap date.

Nothing could prepare you for how utterly out of character Kid looked while he reclines in the mud bath. The Dead Sea mud is known for its purgative and restorative properties. It exfoliates and tightens skin, eliminates harmful bacteria, and nourishes the skin and scalp.

Healing qualities aside – Kid is covered entirely in mud save for around his eyes. Even his hair was thoroughly coated. You hold back a laugh and sink your body next to his, working the nutrient rich mud over your skin and hair. It’s only an hour but time feels eternal in the chamber, the harmonic sounds of tuning forks and melodic singing bowls being rung as you both slipped into a tranquil, meditative state.

Free from the mud, its only logical that the next stop is a hot spring. After another rinse, you both settle into a private heated pool and enjoy each other’s company. Your bag held a bottle of champagne which you had the staff chill, and you were now making bottomless mimosas. A heated bath plus alcohol equals a nice buzz and a voracious appetite. After your soak, you take the lead and bring him to a delicious restaurant where you watch Kid devour meal after meal. You are always impressed with the bottomless pit he called a stomach.

“I’m not a child,” Kid scoffs once you come back to the ship. “Don’t need a nap.”

“You might not but I do! We had a busy day and I’m full from lunch. If you want to just cuddle that’s fine too.”

Ever the edgy punk he is, he turns red at the mention of cuddling and throws the clothes he took off directly at your face. He ends up cuddling anyway. And once your lulling breaths signaled your descent into sleep, he swiftly follows, holding your warm body snug to his.

Hours pass quickly and when Kid wakes up he’s pleased to see you curled up on his chest. He plays with your painted fingers until the sounds of hunger rumble from his stomach to his chest, waking you up.

“Finally! Been dying to eat but SOMEBODY was trapping me down.”

“M’mm soo sorry your majesty,” you grumble with side eye, getting up from the bed and beating him to the bathroom first.

If there’s one thing you know about the Kid Pirates aside from their…rabid violent tendencies…is that they know how throw a party and banquet. The deck is filled with dining tables displaying mouthwatering dishes, roasted meats, and tons of liquor.

Killer got the band together for live music and it warmed your heart to see how amiable Kid is when he truly let loose. Not that the crew never got to see that side of him, just that those moments were far and few between with how demanding finding the One Piece is. And trying to take down the powers of the world.

Choosing to focus on the present, you dance along with the crew as the music flows, drinking, and having fun. You find yourself in Kid’s lap as you eat and talk shit with the others, he keeps a close grip on you with the occasional affectionate squeeze. You manage to steal a glance at him and see he has the happiest smile on his face as he looks down at you. A lovely image that makes your heart flutter and return his smile. Not at all rolling your eyes as he gently grabs your chin and turns your face around.

When the night is over, Kid playfully throws you on the bed with a wide smirk on his face as he crawls over your body.

“Alright what’s my gift?”

“Under the bed.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you, “Oh you mean an actual gift? That wasn’t an innuendo?”

“I bought you an actual gift that’s going to change your life.”

He snorts at that but then looks under the bed for his gift. Pulling out a gift bag, he sits down next to you and looks inside. A confused look on his face, he pulls out a sleek, gun-looking mechanism.

“You planning to shoot me or something?”

“In a sense.”

The bewildered look he gives you makes you laugh aloud.

“It’s a massage gun! There are different shaped pieces that you can interchange to fit the massage and area you want to target. Let me show you, take off your vest.”

He rolls his eyes but does as you say, “Doubt this teeny tiny toy can do anything of significance.”

The massage gun comes to life with a low buzzing hum. You attach one of the heads to the nozzle and brace yourself.

“C’mon get it over with already! I hate waiting for dissapo—OH MY GODS!!!”

By the time you’re through with him, he’s a drooling pile of putty laid out on your lap.

[nogu-d-reamers]

WELCOME TO PLAYTOWN/POPPY PLAYTOWN- CHARACTER REFERENCE #7.

INFORMATION AND DATA.

Name:Picky Piggy-Seb

Age: 27

Height: 260 mts/8'5 fts

Species: Smiling Critter creature.Asian pig wit a bit of boar

Occupation: Headchef/Freelance Event organizer.

Genre: female (she/her)

Sexuality:Bi

Magical usser type:Exorcist.

Birth place: Green parade (Main City)

Birth day: March 15th

Personality:

Mischievous, flirtatious and frank; these are the adjectives to describe the ever sincere new head chef of the restaurant "the boar's"; a popular restaurant in the heart of main city.

She loves receiving new customers at her restaurant, and seems to have a "sixth sense" to guess what dish a new customer will like and is happy to hear how they enjoyed their meal; but if there is something she enjoys more than happy customers or cooking, it is definitely knowing the daily gossip of the capital. She is not a big fan of strong emotions or great experiences, she prefers to hear them than experience them.

If there is something that really displeases her and makes her irritated is when someone comes to ruin the atmosphere, she becomes irritable and will tell you all the insults she knows and will throw a spoon the size of a glutton at you no matter how much tip you have to calm her down.

and although she is a great chef; her true passion is the organization or decoration of events, activities and planning in general.

She is very fussy about appearance, especially her own; she tends to take a long time getting ready and gets very stressed when an accident affects her (this being a clear sign to run away if she is angry or comfort her if she is depressed about it)

Rather than being a lover of lots of food, she is rather a fan of trying such strange combinations of food that no one would be able to have the courage to try them; which causes the comic gag in which the crew behind her back plays a lottery to see who will try it first. It is a matter of chance whether it will be a delicacy… or will take someone to the hospital.

Another comic gag is having a LOT of absurd prohibitions in his restaurant and he will charge 5 playcoins if it is a stranger, or rudely confronting someone with a rolling pin if it is one of his friends (with the group of Hoppy, Kickin, Catnap and Bubba almost always being spectators of the scolding)

about her work and daily life.

Picky is the one who gets up the earliest and goes to bed the latest; starting very early with food preparation, cleaning the place and/or going to the big grocery store to stock up on food or decorative items for her other independent job as an event decorator.

In the moments when she is not around the restaurant she has become a recurring customer of "Poppy's wardrobe", especially in the makeup area or near there in the beauty salon.

It is common in her free time to see her hanging out with the boys, only to be interrupted that there was an emergency at the restaurant, outlining a very annoying "damn bacon! why always on my day off?!" and she goes to see what really happens.

Magic data (and other skills):

Picky is a very capable exorcist, although she voluntarily left the school of exorcists (mostly because she hated them for being the "Slytherins" of her world).

Outside of her magical abilities she is:

- good at business and dealings

- has a very acute seventh sense of her environment

- superior sense of smell for various situations

- is not a 10/10 fighter but is not afraid to give or receive a blow and is quite resistant in fights

As an exorcist she has a vision outside the regular plane and the company of a companion spirit created by herself, Khiana. A companion spirit, similar to witchers and their familiars; they are small beings that help and react to their owner, with the difference that Khiana when Picky requires it can become a devouring monster to release more of her energy.

other random data:

favorite food: pb&j sandwiches and burguers «they are a damn weakness!!».

Favorite dessert: omelette norvégienne «complicated to prepare, but satisfying to eat»

hated food: precooked food «If I eat it, I remain hungry...»

smell: citrus

strength: hunch and empathy

weakness: insecurity and hungry stomach

favorite physical appearance: eyes? «I think they are fun to put on, but I don't know; they are droopy and I don't have many eyelashes...»

hated physical appearance: «Where do I start?...»

person you respect most: Hoppy «takes good care of the family business, is in a stable relationship, is naturally pretty Even though she hates getting dressed up and most importantly...she's the only one who pays on time out of the "I have to give these shameless people away" trio!»

person you don't want as an enemy: Catnap «You may piss me off with your habit of smoking inside my restaurant, but detectives don't usually last long in this town... and if they do, it's because you better have them on your side.»

hobby: Gardening and horror movies

Some crush?: NEXT QUESTION PLEASE!! «Please, I just got dumped by a buffalo and that relationship left me feeling bad; I don't want to know about relationships for now...»

[daddy-dins-girl]

Kindred - Chapter One

Kindred.

So I rewatched WW84 two nights ago and the next day I had 5k of Max Lord fic written (idk what happened). But anyway, lmk if you want to see a part 2!

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Chapter 2

Summary: You’ve nannied for your share of families including a lot of workaholic parents but never have you met anyone that runs themselves as ragged as Maxwell Lord seems to.

Tonight a thought occurs to you that maybe Mr. Lord just needs to let go, for one night. And maybe you could give that to him.

Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny)

Word Count: 4.8k

Notes: Takes place a couple years before the events of WW84. Reader has no defined age so it can be whatever you want. I'm not sure how old Alistair is supposed to be in 84, but in this fic he's about 6ish (so no baby talk or screaming toddlers here folks!).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. Oral sex. Explicit language. Light dom/sub. Light bondage (Max's neck tie comes in handy). Max's hair is it's own warning.

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“Hi Mr. Lord” you smile sweetly at your boss as the front door swings open to allow you inside. You’re met, as per usual, by the sight of your employer looking - in a word - exasperated. He sighs when he sees you; in relief you assume, and runs a hand through his golden chestnut locks that constantly fall across his forehead. He’s dressed smartly in a blue pin striped suit with a stark white shirt and navy tie with a gold paisley pattern which hangs loose and slightly askew around his neck. You assume he’s been tugging at it, something you noticed he does when he gets overly stressed which, granted, is pretty often. 

You’ve nannied for your share of families including a lot of workaholic parents but never have you met anyone that runs themselves as ragged as Maxwell Lord seems to. You know why he does it; that he’s trying to build an empire, something to leave to his son (with whom he splits custody of with his ex-wife) and to be able to provide everything for his son that he never had. But spending so much time with his son Alistair, you see the other side of it as well and sympathize. All Alistair wants is for his father to actually get home in time to read him a bedtime story, or go to the park for a game of catch, or show up at school for Career Day like everyone else’s parents. 

“Thank you for coming so quickly” Maxwell finally breathes as both his hands reach out and grab yours, gently pulling you inside. “My ex-wife had a family emergency with her mother and needed to go out of town and had to drop Alistair off. I know this is normally your week off, I appreciate you coming”

“Of course, Mr. Lord, it’s no trouble, really” you assure him. Truly you didn’t mind, you could always use the extra money. You liked the schedule with the Lord’s. Two weeks on, two weeks off. In your off time from nannying you peddled beauty products and rented a chair at a local hair salon near your apartment. Giving haircuts to suburban housewives was a great way to boost your side business of selling cosmetics and skin care products. You had clients at the salon who would often hire you to come to small lunches they would host for their girlfriends where you could give a small presentation of the products you sold and it was an easy way for you to make money and add to your growing client list. Mr. Lord had even surprised you by becoming a client. He had come home one night to you filling out orders in a receipt book at the kitchen table, a few skin care products strewn about the table as you readied to package them up and he was instantly curious as to what you were selling. You were embarrassed at first, for technically working for your other job while on the clock for him but he instantly waved you off. Alistair had already been asleep for hours and he assured you that not only did he not mind, but he was impressed by your work ethic. He handled a few of the products, carefully reading the small print on the bottles and you noted his curiosity before pulling out the catalog from your purse and suggesting a few items for him to try.

“Makes you glow like a teenager” You had smiled at him as you explained one of the serums to him and he had his checkbook out within minutes, placing his first order.

You would have to rearrange a few of the haircuts you had scheduled for this week but most of your clients were housewives with flexible enough schedules that you were confident you could rearrange them to times where Alistair would be in school, so you weren’t worried about it. And your cosmetic business was mostly a work from home endeavor anyway, aside from the few weekly home deliveries you made which could also be done during school hours. During your “on weeks” at the Lord’s you lived there. It was just easier due to Maxwell’s ever changing and highly busy schedule. He was out of the house at the early morning hours and typically didn’t return until long after the sun was set. Even most weekends he was in and out of the office, trying to be home whenever he could but with his business still being in the early stages of growth, it was a necessary evil.

You were more than just a babysitter for Alistair. You cooked and cleaned and did whatever you could to make Maxwell’s life easier. In the beginning he tried to insist you didn’t need to do as much as you did, that he knew he didn’t pay you enough for all the work you put in, but you quickly brushed him off, ensuring him that not only were you happy to do it, but it gave you something to do when Alistair was asleep or otherwise occupied. He eventually stopped trying, knowing you’d do it regardless, and every few months (presumably when he’d had a good month at work and could afford it) you’d notice a couple of extra bills in the envelope of cash he’d hand you at the beginning of your work week. It wasn’t much, but you appreciated that he appreciated you. At the end of the day you were both just trying to hustle your way through life; Maxwell was just a more successful version of yourself, in a way. You were kindred spirits, it’s probably why you got along as well as you did.

The fact that you found your boss to be devastatingly handsome didn’t hurt either, you supposed.

“Who is it Daddy?” You heard Alistair's excited voice call out as hurried footsteps came barreling towards the front entryway. He slid to a stop in his socked feet and hands instinctively wrapped around his father’s leg as he peered up at you with the same large chestnut coloured eyes as his fathers.

“It’s our Angel, come to save the day again buddy” Max smiled down at his son, ruffling a hand through his dark brown locks.

“So you’re going back to work tonight?” Alistair’s face fell slightly, along with your heart, as his fingers picked absently at the crease in Max’s pant leg.

“Hey,” You quickly sprang into action, squatting down to be eye level with Alistair and nudging at his chin with your finger to get him to look up at you. “I brought you something” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips as you reach into your purse at your side.

“A present?!” Alistair’s eye’s light up suddenly and it makes you smile.

“Well, sort of, but it’s on loan” you explain as you pull the rented VHS tape out of your bag and hold it out in front of you.

“ET!” the boy all but shrieks. His Dad had taken him to see it at the drive-in when it had first come out and he hadn’t stopped talking about it since. When Raquel, Mr. Lord’s assistant, had called you a couple hours ago to explain the situation and asking if you could step in this week, you knew the boy might be overly emotional; his grandmother being ill and his father undoubtedly rushing off to work the moment you arrived at their doorstep. You had a feeling this would cushion the blow and your instincts were right on the money as he jumped up and down excitedly at you.

“Can we put it on now?” He asked, his excitement barely contained as he bounced up and down on his heels.

“Tell you what, why don’t we order a pizza and we can watch it with our dinner”

“Yay!” Alistair shouts, turning on his heel and running off to the kitchen, undoubtedly to browse the pizza menu stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

“I’m getting pepperoni!” You hear him yell from the kitchen and you huff a laugh at his eagerness as you straighten back up and face your employer once again.

“Thank you, honestly sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you” Mr. Lord tells you honestly and you smile, placing a hand on his bicep.

“Happy to help” you tell him. And you are. Maxwell and Alistair have become this sort of part-time family of yours and you’d do anything for them.

“I better get in there before he starts dialing and orders half the restaurant” you joke before bringing your hands up to fix Max’s tie around his neck until it’s tightened and straight, your hand brushing down the silken material slightly and then patting your palm against it once.It’s something you’ve never done to him before and you have no idea what came over you in the moment, the act feeling strangely intimate but you quickly clear your throat, take a step back and give him an easy smile.

“Don’t work too hard” you tell him before you brush past him to go after Alistair, knowing he won’t actually heed the advice, but you say it anyway.

You hear the front door open and close as you reach Alistair in the kitchen, grabbing the phone off the wall to place the order and get your evening started.

…

It’s well past ten when you hear the door open again, signaling Maxwell’s arrival home. You look up from the kitchen table where you’d been flipping through a magazine and watch him as he places his briefcase on the floor before his large frame envelops the open doorway to the kitchen. He leans against the wall, tie hanging loosely around his neck again and hair falling across his forehead.

“Alistair?” He asks hopefully, though you're pretty certain he already knows the answer.

“Asleep” You shrug and his face falls slightly.

“Of course, it’s late” he sighs, pulling his arm up to look at his watch. “Lost track of time I guess” he mumbles and you frown. He looks exhausted, hands running through his hair again.

“It’s getting long” you say, not meaning too it just comes out; occupational hazard you suspect.

“What?” He questions, not sure what you mean.

“Your hair” you nod in his direction. “When was the last time you had it cut?”

“Oh, um, I'm not sure…” Max trails off, thinking. He knows it has been too long. He had to skip his last appointment because an investor meeting had come up and he’d forgotten to ask Raquel to reschedule him.

You stand up, your feet moving of their own accord until you’re standing right in front of him at the kitchen doorway and you bring your left hand up to gently run through the few stray locks that are normally slicked back but have now curtained across his forehead.

“I could trim it for you” you say, your eyes glued to his hair and not even noticing how close you’re standing to him or that his gaze is fixed on you, his Adam's apple bobbing heavy in his throat.

“I… couldn’t ask you to do that” he says finally, running his own hand through his hair as you pull yours away.

“No, really, I insist, come here” you take both your hands and grab for one of his, pulling him further into the kitchen and sliding a chair out.

“I have my stuff here, I was going to give Alistair a trim this week anyway” you shrug. “Sit, I’ll be right back” you instruct and he sighs but dutifully does as you ask.

You return a couple minutes later with your supplies and a towel that you secure around his neck. You go to the sink and fill your spray bottle with water so you can mist it through his hair to get it wet enough to cut before you begin your work.

“You have a great head of hair, I see where Alistair gets it from” you comment as your fingers rake through it from the top of his scalp to the back of his neck. It was true. A lot of your male clients around Mr. Lord’s age were already showing a receding hairline and none of them had hair as thick as his. “I don’t think you have to worry about going bald anytime soon” you joke and you hear him chuckle softly.

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this” Max says into the stillness of the room while you continue to trim and run your hands through his hair, ensuring all the ends are even.

“It’s kind of fun when it’s not work,” you shrug. Plus you really didn’t mind running your hands through Max’s hair, not that you’d ever admit that to him. You’d been dying to do it since you met him. Soft, luscious locks begging for a pair of hands other than his own to run through them.

You finish the trim, place the scissors down on the table and take an extra few seconds to run both hands through his hair, your nails raking gently against his scalp as you style his hair the way he likes it.

“There” you smile at your handiwork before reaching for the handheld mirror on the table and holding it up for him to take. His hand wraps around yours on the handle of the mirror as he brings it in front of him, his free hand running through his hair to inspect the length.

“It’s perfect, thank you. Feels much better” he beams at you through the mirror with his megawatt smile that makes your knees weaken and you bite your lip, looking away quickly as heat rises in your cheeks.

“Just glad I could help” you tell him before you untuck the towel from the collar of his dress shirt and sweep it off his shoulders, balling it up before any loose hair falls onto the floor and placing it on the seat of a nearby chair so you can take it to the laundry room later. You're standing up straight behind him again and before you can talk yourself out of it, you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and start kneading, instantly feeling the tight knots of muscles beneath his dress shirt.

“Oh, um” Max startles slightly in the chair, turning his head as far to the side as he can to try and look at you.

“Sorry” you quickly pull your hands from his shoulders as if you’d been burned and Max turns his body in his seat so he’s sitting sideways on the chair, his elbow resting on the back.

“It’s ok” Max assures, large brown eyes looking up at you. “But, you don’t have to… I mean I don’t expect…” he trails off and you quickly come to the understanding that he’s not mad at you for touching him or doesn’t even not want you to.

An idea comes to your head as you stare down at the big puppy dog eyes of the exhausted man staring back at you. A man that deserves so much more than what life has thrown at him. It’s a risky idea, sure, and could potentially ruin everything you’ve built with this family over the last several months but something just comes over you and takes hold and you can’t seem to shake it off.

“Turn your chair around to face me, and bring it forward a bit, away from the table” you instruct, taking a few steps back so he has room. His eyes glance over you for a few moments, studying to see if you’re being serious or not before he finally swallows and nods, silently obeying your orders. He turns the chair and sits on it properly again, his hands going under the seat so he can shuffle it forward slightly so it's not backed right up against the table, his eyes never leaving you from where you stand a foot or so away, leaned against the kitchen island in front of him.

Satisfied with where he sits, you take the two steps across the kitchen to reach him again and your hands go back to his shoulders, this time rubbing up and down the material of the dark blue suspenders for a few moments before your fingers hook underneath them and slide them down his arms. You catch the shudder he releases but neither of you comment on it.

“You’re always working so hard” you sigh as you run a hand through his hair again before bringing it to run down the side of his face and his eyes close voluntarily at your touch. “Taking care of Alistair, of your clients, your business” you continue, both hands now fiddling with the tie at his neck, loosening it further.

“Who takes care of you?” You ask, though not expecting an answer, and he doesn’t give you one. Just swallows thickly instead, breathing heavily through his nose.

You successfully loosen the tie completely before sliding it off of him, wrapping the silk around your hands briefly to feel the fine fabric. You put one hand on his shoulder and step around him until you’re behind him and squat down as each of your hands grab for his arms and pull them behind his back until his wrists are together and you lay the silk fabric of the tie over top of them.

“Is this ok?” You ask, mouth next to his ear now and he quickly nods his head.

“Yes” he manages to breathe out and you go back to your task of securing the tie around his wrists, giving it a gentle tug when you're finished to make sure it's not too tight but also that he can’t wriggle free too easily.

You take a steadying breath while still behind him before raising up to your feet again. You’ve never actually done anything like this before and your hands are nearly shaking, your entire body buzzing with excitement but you try to will yourself to relax. Max needs this, and you can do it. You can give him what he needs and what he’d never ask you for.

Settling your shoulders and holding your head high, you finally step back around him until you’re in front of him again.

“Good boy” you praise him once you’re facing him again; hand coming up to rest on his cheek and he closes his eyes at the warmth of your palm against his skin.

“Poor baby, just needs someone to take care of him, don’t you?” you tease, your thumb brushing against his cheek.

“Yes, Angel” Max sighs, his eyes finally opening again to meet yours. You notice the endearment slip, the same one he had used this morning and it gives you butterflies. You take another steadying breath to reign yourself in so you don't end up untying him and letting him do whatever he wants with you. God knows you want to, but you want tonight to be just for him.

“I’m going to take good care of you, aren’t I Maxwell?” You whisper and his eyes close again upon hearing his first name come from your lips. You had always called him Mr. Lord, but tonight, he was just Maxwell.

Placing a hand on each of his shoulders, you lower yourself onto his lap, straddling him with each of your legs on either side of his and you can feel him already growing hard beneath you. Max’s chest is heaving as he tries to maintain some type of control over his body, his heart beating wildly underneath his pressed white dress shirt as your hands glide up and down from the tops of his shoulders to the middle of his chest.

“I think I like you like this” you purr, lower half grinding up against his to create some friction and a moan slips from his lips as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours. “You don’t have to think, don’t have to act, just be free… just be with me, baby” you tell him before you lean forward and capture his lips with yours, both of you moaning into the kiss when your mouths open and tongues meet. His lips are soft, as soft as you’d always fantasized they’d be. His tongue explores your mouth greedily, desperate to taste every part of you, lick into every cavern. You’d always imagined he’d be a great kisser but you had no idea how amazing he’d be. You’re so lost in the kiss you almost forget your plan all together, wanting to just stay in this moment with him for as long as your lung capacities would allow. Your hands are in his hair now, fingers running through the soft waves, and he groans into your mouth before he pulls back suddenly.

“Angel, please. Let me hold you, touch you” he all but whines, squirming underneath you and you almost break, feeling defenseless against his pleas, but you hold steady and straighten up in his lap again.

“Not tonight baby. Tonight is for you. This is what I want, and you want to please me, don’t you Maxwell?”

“Yes” he nods, his voice trembling.

It’s clear that giving up control is not something Max is used to, but you know he needs it, likes it even - if the evidence currently pressing against your thigh is any indication.

“Good boy” you praise again and when his cock twitches against your leg, your eyebrows raise at him in surprise.

“You like being my good boy, Maxwell?” You tease, rewarding him with a forceful press of your pelvis into his groin and he moans, biting his lower lip.

“Yes”

“You feel so good baby” you moan, rocking into him, your hands around the back of his neck now. “So big and hard for me” you praise and a whine escapes his lips as he tries to meet your thrusts with his own as much as he can within the confines of the chair he’s tied to.

You lean your face forward until your mouth is on the shell of his ear and you gently pull the lobe between your teeth before soothing over it with your tongue. “Want you in my hand, in my mouth” you confess breathily against his ear and he whimpers. “Can I take you out baby?”

Max eagerly nods, not trusting his own voice and you nip at his earlobe again. “Words, baby” you remind him.

“Yes” he breathes. “Take my cock out, it’s yours Angel”

He sounds absolutely wrecked already and you love it. You bring your attention to his waist and pop open the button to his trousers, sliding down the zipper before your hand pushes eagerly inside to cup him over his briefs.

“Oh, baby” Max sighs, hanging his head down so he can see your hand rubbing along his shaft covered in expensive soft black cotton.

“Is this my cock, Maxwell?” You ask, feeling more emboldened by the minute as Max turns into absolute putty under your hands.

“Yes. Fuck. Yeah baby, all yours”

You remove your hand from him for just a few seconds so you can tug his pants down to his thighs and then shove the front of his briefs down so you can take him out of the confines of his underwear and see him in all his glory. And what a glorious site it is, indeed, you think to yourself.

Max hisses when you pull his length out and run your hand down it once. He’s long and too thick for you to be able to wrap your hand all the way around it. The head is dark and purple and already leaking precum. “It’s beautiful, just like you baby” you tell him before you lean forward to press a quick kiss to his lips and smile at him. “Gonna make you feel so good” you promise before easing yourself off of his lap and onto your knees instead and Max groans, tossing his head back.

You start with teasing little licks and kisses to the head before going lower and licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock and Max moans from above you. “Tastes good too” you tell him before your mouth closes around the fat head and sucks gently, causing Max to buck his hips up into you.

“Stay still” you scold, immediately taking your mouth off of him to look up at him. “Don’t be a naughty boy” you warn as you grip both of his thighs tightly.

“Oh, fuck” Max groans, eyes closing and head falling back again. It's clear he’s loving this, loving you being in control of him. Another bead of precum dribbles out and slides down his dick and you quickly duck down to catch it on your tongue and lick a stripe up his length again. This time Max remains still, his breaths coming out harder through his nose as he concentrates on remaining still.

“Good boy” you praise before bringing your whole mouth down on him, swallowing down as much of his length as your throat will allow and repeating the process over and over, head bobbing up and down on his cock with enthusiasm.

“Oh baby, shit. Holy shit Angel” Max whines as he watches you choke on his dick. Your eyelashes flutter up at him as you watch him watch you. He looks completely fucked out, his pupils blown wide, shoulders tense under the white dress shirt where he’s pulling against the restraints behind him, desperate to reach for you, to touch you.

You moan into his cock. Watching him completely lose himself in you is doing all kinds of things to your body. You can feel yourself soaking your panties, getting off on the pleasure you’re giving him and you bring a hand up to wrap around his length and work him up and down for what your mouth can’t reach.

When the back of your throat needs a break you focus your mouth on his head instead, swirling your tongue around and underneath the tip while your hand continues pumping his shaft, wet with your saliva and easily sliding up and down the length.

“Oh Angel, you feel so fucking good” Max praises.”Oh fuuuuuuck” His breathing has become even more erratic and you know he’s getting close so you double your efforts, taking his whole length in your mouth again and hollowing out your cheeks as you slide him down your throat and swallow. The sounds of wet saliva and your lips smacking and swallowing his cock are positively sinful as they bounce off the kitchen walls and back to your ears and it urges you on, bobbing faster and faster up and down his cock, your hand pumping and gently squeezing him in tandem with your mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Baby!” Max whines and you know it's a warning. Rather than lifting off of him you moan into him instead and continue sucking and tugging at him, urging him to finish in your mouth.

“Oh Christ, Angel. I’m coming, I’m coming. Fuck!” Max warns before you feel his hot spend hit the back of your throat in spurts and you continue moaning and swallowing around his cock, milking him of every last drop until his hips finally still and you swallow once more before releasing him with a pop and laying your head to rest on his thigh to take a breath.

“Oh my God” Max heaves a sigh and you feel all the tension leave his body and a smile crosses your lips. You move your head forward just a little to press a kiss to his shaft before you straighten up on your knees again and tuck him back into his underwear.

“Angel, fucking untie me, please” he begs desperately and you quickly oblige him, reaching behind the chair to tug at the knot until it comes free, the silk falling to the floor and Max’s arms shoot out the moment they’re free and tug you up off the floor and back onto his lap as his strong arms circle around your back and hold you tight to his chest, hugging you like you’re a life raft and he could just float away into nothing if you weren’t there to anchor him.

“Angel you are so perfect to me” he sighs, nuzzling against the side of your face.”I… didn’t even know I needed that” he admits and you smile, leaning back so you can look at him.

“I know baby” you coo, running a hand through his hair again before resting it on his cheek. “Told you I’d take care of you”

“And… I want to take care of you, too” Max shrugs, his eyes pleading with yours as his hands run absently across your back.

“Another time” you tell him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his strong nose. Max’s shoulders fall but he nods in understanding.

“Do you promise?” He asks, bringing his large hands to run up and down your sides.

“I promise, Mr. Lord” you smile sweetly at him.

...

Chapter two

Tagging some of my Maxwell girlies @boliv-jenta @suzdin

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[dixons-sunshine]

Okay, so I’ve decided that I need to stand on business and stop procrastinating on requests. I’ve vowed to myself to get at least one request done a week, so let’s see how it goes. However, I’m currently bouncing back and forth between three requests, so I’m gonna once again ask you all what y’all wanna see first.

1. Accidents Happen—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU). Daryl picks reader up from work and a drunk driver forces Daryl to swerve, causing a car wreck and an unconscious and injured reader. Hurt/comfort.

2. Hair, Beauty And Nail Salon—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Daryl gets a ‘makeover’ from his daughter, and reader films it all on a video camera she had found on a run. Fluff.

3. The Beast Within—Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Reader dragged herself back to Alexandria after a run gone wrong and confronts the people there after assuming nobody had attempted to look for her. Daryl comforts her and explains to her why they hadn’t left to go find her yet. Hurt/comfort.