#it’s a story for everyone who always wanted to tell the female lead in a romance novel to dump that man

[moondal514]

devil venerable also wants to know is a hilarious webnovel cuz it’s literally a bunch of gay evil old people trying to micromanage a young girl’s love life and teach her self-respect

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Dinner, Flirt and Jealousy | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> Steve likes to flirt with you, but you always feel Bucky looking at you when his best friend is near you. When he has the change during a dinner to have you for himself, he confesses his feelings and makes you his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, smut, noncon/dubcon (just to be safe), kinda public sex, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, oral (male!receiving), kinda praises, bit of possessive!Bucky

Wordcount -> 2.1k

Request -> Heyy!! Can you make a story about where the Avengers are on dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Everyone is talking and Steve flirts/ says something that makes her blush and Bucky gets jealous. 1) Trope, 1) version of Bucky and 13) Kink

A/N -> Hey, thank you so much for the request. I hope you like what I made out of it. My requests are open, feel free to send an ask, I also take requests for the Bucky Barnes Smut Menu.

Prompt -> Sweet & Spicy Bingo: Winter Edition | I1 | Family Dinner | @sweetspicybingo | Fandom-Free Bingo: Frosty Edition | I5 | Clumsy Flirting | @fandom-free-bingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Smut Menu | Sweet & Spicy Bingo | Fandom-Free Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The Avengers and you are in a restaurant; you’re sitting next to Steve, who looks really interested in you. You two are best friends, but something changed in the way he is looking at you. Sometimes it feels like he wants more than just to be your best friend.

His hand lays next to yours, and he moves it inch by inch closer until his fingers touch yours. Steve leans closer and blows against your sensitive skin under your ear. You shiver slightly, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“You look adorable; I think you would also look beautiful when you carry my babies inside of you,” he tells you, kissing your cheek softly.

“Steve,” you chuckle and punch his arm softly.

He shrugs with his flirty smile on his lips and turns back to the conversation of the other Avengers. No matter how often you say no to his flirts, he always tries it again and makes you blush or laugh whenever he can.

When you turn around, you see two steel-blue eyes staring at you. The owner of them is sitting on the opposite side of the table. His jaw is clenching, and his hands on the table are formed into fists.

You roll your eyes at him, annoyed. You hate him so much. Whenever someone is flirting with you, Bucky is there, and something about him gives them a reason to run away. You don’t know why he doesn’t want someone to flirt with you, and whenever you ask, he just looks at you and turns around.

“Stevie?” you ask, and your best friend turns around with a big smile forming on his lips.

“What’s up?”

“I really want a kiss. Do you want to kiss me?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, showing Steve that Bucky is doing the staring thing again.

The two of you already talked about it, and Steve offered you some options so Bucky would maybe stop staring at you. Maybe when he thinks you're dating Steve.

Your best friend chuckles and leans closer. His lips almost brush yours, and you hear the low growl from Bucky. You capture Steve’s cheeks and pull him closer; his lips meet yours, and he kisses you passionately.

The other Avengers ignore the two of you; they are just talking about some things you don’t really know because you don’t listen to them.

Steve pulls away from you, his cheeks slightly red. You feel Bucky still staring at you; he would probably like to jump over the table and push Steve away, but it’s his best friend.

You turn your head and see the brown-haired man’s hand clenching around his class. You wonder when it will break in his tight grip.

“I need to pee,” you whisper into Steve’s ear, and he nods.

You stand up and walk through the floor, which leads to the toilets. When you reach the floor, you hear a glass breaking, knowing that Bucky's tight grip broke the glass, and he is probably wet from the water now.

Before you think more about it, you make your way through the toilets. Maybe you should have known that he needed to dry himself. So you walk into the small room.

When you’re almost finished, you hear the door open again, probably another woman who needs to use the restroom. You walk out of it, making your way to the sinks. When you wash your hands and look into the mirror, suddenly Bucky stands behind you.

He is so close that you feel his firm chest pressing against your back. You feel the bulge in his pants, and your eyes widen slowly when you understand his behavior. You don’t dare turn around; you just look at him through the mirror when his hands find their way to your waist. Does he like you and doesn’t want someone else to be as close to you as he wants to be?

“I will stuff you with my cock and pump you full with my babies,” he says quietly, leaning closer to your ear. “You’re mine, and you will carry my babies. You will look so adorable when you have our babies in your stomach, doll,” Bucky groans.

“James, let go of me,” you say, trying to push him away.

“Oh fuck, say that again. It sounds so good when you say my name,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and turn around. His face suddenly appears just inches away from yours when he smiles at you. His blue eyes are so dark with lust, almost black.

“I’m fucking-“ you get interrupted by Bucky, who moves his hips against yours, grinding his covered member against you.

“Yeah, you’re fucking me? I don’t mind. Would you prefer another position or want me to slam my thick cock immediately into your tight hole?” Bucky asks with a smirk, and you swallow.

His hand slides along your sides and comes to a halt when he is just a few inches away from your pussy. He looks deep into your eyes, his expression serious, and his tongue slides over his lips. Suddenly Bucky lifts his hand and holds them up, walking a step backwards and giving you some more space.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You thought he would fuck you right there and then, but he just walked backwards and said sorry? You feel your arousal dripping out of you and sobbing your panties. His words and his action turned you on, but you won’t tell him. Not after treating you the way he always did.

“I didn’t want to force you. It’s just-“ Bucky runs his fingers through his curly, brown hair. “The way he looks at you, the way he makes you laugh, and the way he touches you. The things he said, I hate it. I hate you because you make me go crazy because I love you,” he adds, staring down at the floor.

“Who is the guy you’re talking about? And you do what?” You ask, confused, unsure if you heard him right.

“Steve, he- Doll, I love you; don’t you understand? I want you to be mine,” he confesses. “I can smell you.”

Your eyes widen when he says that. The words slip over his lips, and he smirks softly when he looks up at you. Bucky lets his hands fall down and waits for you to say something, scream at him, or punch him in the face. He thought about a lot of things you could do after he told you about his feelings, but he didn't think about the way you would respond yet.

“Then do it,” you say, walking closer to him. “Bend me over that sink and make me yours; breed me, James,” you whisper into his ear, and he groans when you emphasize his name.

“This is such a fancy restaurant, and you want to do such filthy things?” Bucky asks, and you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“If you don’t fuck me yet, I will ask Steve later,” you say with a smile, and you press your lips on his for a short but meaningful kiss.

You let go of Bucky and want to make your way to the door. His eyes are on you when you wiggle your ass softly and almost reach the door to go back to the others.

Before you can open the door, you feel his tight grip around your waist, pulling you against him and towards the sink. His bulge is pressing against your ass, and your hands grip the sink in front of you. You knew he would do that, but you didn’t know he would push his soft side completely away.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Fill you with my cock and then with my seeds, making sure you will carry our babies,” he groans, opening his belt.

You try to look around, but before you can, he pushes his upper body against yours and presses you down. Bucky pushes his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. The tip is already leaking with pre-cum.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate to push your panties to the side, and he groans when he feels your wet entrance. He gives himself a few strokes before he lines himself up and pushes the head of his dick inside of you.

“You’re so tight, doll,” he mumbles, and he lets his head fall down onto your shoulder. “Making me cum almost immediately.”

You smile softly, but he doesn’t give you much time to smile about his words when he pushes himself inside of you with one movement. You moan and throw your head back. Bucky's fingers dig into the soft skin of your waist when he starts to move inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans and kisses your neck, biting into the sensitive skin. “Almost want to cum already,” he mumbles.

Bucky thrusts in a steady but harsh rhythm into your tight cunt. Your walls are squeezing him, making him groan against your neck.

His hand finds its way to your front, the cold metal touching your hot skin. Bucky's finger rubs over your clit in small circles while he fucks you from behind.

“Bucky- so close,” you whimper, and you try to ground yourself with your hands at the sink.

His harsh movements and your growing orgasm make your knees weak and shake slightly. The brown-haired man chuckles and kisses your neck up to your ear.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? And you will carry our kids and only ours; tell me you will." he breathes against your ear, and you moan in response.

“I am. And only our kids. Please, can I cum?” you ask, moaning and getting a nod from him.

“Cum for me, doll, and I will paint your walls with my seed. I will breed you,” he groans.

His grip of his hand around your waist tightens, and the metal fingers put more pressure between your legs. You throw your head back and against Bucky's shoulder. Your walls are clenching around his cock, and he hits your sweet spot with every movement inside of you.

He thrusts deep into you; you cum all over his dick, squeezing him inside of you. Bucky groans and cums inside of you, painting your walls with his seeds. He fucks the two of you through your orgasm while he trails kisses along your neck.

“You did so well for me, doll. Squeezed me cock so well, and now you’re filled with my cum,” Bucky mumbles and pulls himself slowly out of you, then he takes a step back and breathes heavily.

His cum is dripping out of your cunt and along your thighs. Bucky looks at the wide seeds before he looks up and smirks at you. His hand finds its way into your neck, and he turns you around and pushes you down on your knees.

“It doesn’t clean itself, doll,” he says, holding his dick with his other hand in front of your face.

He slaps the tip against your lips, making you open his mouth for him. Bucky pushes his dick into your mouth. Your tongue circles around his tip before you clean his cock with your tongue. You look at him, his eyes focused on you, and the groans that are leaving his lips let your cunt drip in anticipation again.

“I will fuck you all night when we’re back home,” he tells you and pulls you up before he crashes his lips on yours and kisses you passionately. “I love you, doll. And I don’t want someone else fucking or looking at you the way I do,” he tells you. You smirk before you pull him in for another kiss.

“But I want you on top of me next time because I love you too, and I want to look into your eyes while you fuck me.”

Bucky nods at your smile and helps you bring your clothes into their right place again. Then the two of you walk back to the others, holding each other's hand.

They all look at the two of you, smirking. Everyone of them knows why you did it in the bathroom, but they also know about the feelings no one of you wanted to admit before.

“Finally, pal. I really thought I needed to fuck her that you tell her about your feelings,” Steve says with a laugh.

Bucky stares at him. Jaw clenching about his words, he immediately wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. Bucky kisses your cheek, and you smile about it.

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[tan1shere]

Who Is She

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: the extra of tanns kinktober I hope you enjoy it 😁

Summary: you were new in town, being warned about the mysterious girl and how she was insane. Little did you know you'd absolutely love her and the mysteriousness.

Warnings: smut, stalker billie, vampire billie ! Fingering <3

Masterlist - Halloween ML

"A misty memory..."

"A haunting face..."

That's the constant warnings you got of her. Ever since you moved here 2 months ago. You didn't even know her name. No one dared to utter it. You honestly didn't care if it came out of your mouth. You just really wanted to know who this mystery girl was. The people never specified why she was so aloof, just that whenever anyone would be around her they'd go missing. You personally didn't believe that one bit, as if someone could just do that so randomly. Someone known.

The friends you had made so far were the ones warning you, the town was small so many people knew of her. And that is exactly why you went to the friendly old man that worked at the sweet shop down the road. You'd go in there often and he'd have all these fun stories to tell you. Especially back in his day, his wisdom was intriguing, so he was most definitely the person to go to. The bell jingles as you open the door to the shop. "Hey jo!" You smile at him. "Hey toffee!" He smiles cheerfully. He had started calling you that soon after he realized your love for it.

The nicknames just stuck around, but so have you. "How are you today?" You ask kindly, grabbing some toffee fudges. You then go to your forever spot on the end of the counter. Sadly not many people would visit him, it saddened you because he was always so lovely to everyone. "I'm amazing, how are you hun?" The smile never left his face which always made you feel 10x better no matter the day you had. "Not too bad! Hey, could I ask you something?" You say, unwrapping the sweet. Passing him the wrapper to throw away for you alongside money that was way more than it actually costed.

He always would say to keep it but you never listened. "Fire away." He leans back in the chair he'd always sit in, watching as you plopped the fudge into your mouth. "Mystery girl. Who is she?" He looks at you carefully. "No one, knows who she really is. But I do happen to know more in depth details that nobody knows." AhHA! You knew he'd know something, after all he's lived in this town his whole life. He knew everything and everyone, so there was no surprise. "Billie, I knew her parents way back before they left." He cuts himself off, you had a feeling he knew alot more than he was about to tell you, but you just let that go. "Shes lived in this town for years, and years."

He stops again, was he giving slight clues? Jo was never a fast talker he'd constantly take small pauses. But it was the way his voice changed at the end of each sentence, as if he was leading you on a scavenger hunt. Maybe he was. "Shes never seen by anyone, and if she is its always in that forest near those older houses." You nod your head, listening. "Interested are we?" You purse your lips. "Maybeee." You then smile slightly. "Not scared?" You shake your head, leaning back against the pillar behind you. "Far from it honestly." He now nods, taking in everything you said.

"I knew her when she was really young, like I said I knew her parents years ago, quite well actually. But she would always keep to herself." Your eyes wander down on the counter in thought. "So you don't know why she's so mysterious and 'scary'?" He's still, shrugging just a bit. "If you really want to know you could find out." You laugh slightly. "She must not be that dangerous if you're saying that." He shrugs yet again. "You said it yourself, you're not scared or anything. And who knows what she could be."

"You do." You then say with a tiny grin, he mirrors the action. Putting a finger on the side of his nose. "Go find out, toffee."

And so you do, after a long day on a shift at work, a few days later- Or a few weeks per say. You hadn't gotten the chance to do it. You go down to the forest Jo had mentioned. It was in the evening so things weren't especially light.

I call her name.

"Billie!?"

Across an endless plain.

"I hear you've been looking for me?" -

She'll answer me... wherever she may be.

- She says, lurking in the darkness. Still unable to see a face until she comes into view, she was beautiful. Just a regular young woman. You ignore the fact she knew about your inquires on her, pondering if you should ask who on earth she is but you just have to. You have to know. "What are you?" Was the main thing rattling around in your mind. Her head tilts slightly at the question. "You're very brave, I must say." The thing is, you were never scared. Not even now, she could turn into an ugly ratty demon and you'd still be interested. "Y/n? Right?" You blink at her a few times.

"How do you know my name?" She shrugs. "I've been watching. Observing your every move ever since I found out you were looking for me. And to say the least you intrigued me deeply." You intrigued her? You were quite baffled. "Nobody's told you what I am no?" Your head shakes. "Why don't I show you angel." Your curiosity takes over as She comes closer to you. The situation was endearing, intense within a small gap of time. Her hand goes to your face and you just let it. You look at her lips and they're on you in an instant. Attaching to your own, your jaw, slowly. Your neck.

You hear her breathe in near your pulse point, and it's like something clicks in your brain. You knew exactly what she was, and you wanted to truly find out. "Don't wanna hurt you sweet girl. In any way." She then pulls back to look at you. "I've grown to like you, even if i don't know you fully. Your cute smile when you're laughing with your friends or that happiness when you enter Jo's shop. I just know you're special." She finishes, moving her finger to a strand of your hair, putting it behind your ear. "I want this." You say positively. She thinks for a moment. "I haven't told you what I am-" "I know." You say putting your hands on her face.

She was slightly hesitant, everyone was scared of her, all she wanted was a feed. To keep her well. And you were gladly going to give her that. Her lips were on your own again, the kiss being hungrier than the last. This time you were getting into it more. Gasping just slightly when her hands meet your waist, gripping tightly. Your hands slide down, resting on her neck as she pushes you against one of the many huge trees that were surrounding you currently. The kiss only deepens, making you moan just slightly into her mouth.

"I can smell you." She breathes against your lips. "Taste me then." You say, giving her every bit of permission there was to give. Extending your neck out slightly for her to do just that, taste you. Her lips make contact with it, everything was delicate until you felt a slight piercing in your skin, her sharp fangs seep deep. But yet keeping a careful eye on how much she takes. She meant what she said earlier. You're the only human being who hasn't seen her for something hideous. She admires you. Your hands move to her hair as one of hers move into your jeans. You gasp again as you weren't expecting her to.

Your mind goes numb, blank. Feeling her fingers find their way to your aching clit. It was driving you insane with both tactics at once. The sharp twinge in your neck, and the antagonizing touches on your pussy. Her fingers inch lower towards your hole, slipping in eventually. Your brain turns to samp, closing your eyes shut as she inserts two. "F-fuck." You breathe, completely breathless by every motion. "That feels, good.." You mumble out. The taste in her mouth was intoxicating, you tasted delicious.

She devours the sweet red, coming out of the vein she punctured. Her tongue swipes along the two teeth marks keeping it there for a second, before she comes back to face you. Sticking her free fingers against it. She feels the pulse, slightly weak but still pumping. Her eyes had a slight red tone to them, insanely different from when you first saw her before, her veins were sticking out like crazy under her eyes. Red smeared along her lips. Your mind was hazy. Eyelids drousy as her other fingers make work on your cunt, speeding up now she can see your face. Others would look at you and think you're dying. But that really isn't the case, you were so blissed out. You felt like you were on cloud 9. She smirks. Watching your features.

Hers begin to ease, veins subsiding, eyes not as red, fading into that ocean blue again. Her other hand is removed from your neck to wipe the excess of your blood from her mouth.

She noticed just how blissed out you were, and God she was enjoying the sight. "Still with me baby?" You nod, biting your lip. "S-still with you-" You exhale a tight moan, feeling your back arch as she hit the right spot. "Good girl." The spot that's going to make you gush. Just for her, on her. She watches everything so carefully not wanting to miss anything. "Cum for me." She then says, and with a few more strokes of her fingers you do. Cumming right on her fingers. She takes them out and instantly puts them in her mouth. "Everything about you is so tasty my god." She says, a low moan leaving her in the process. You try to regain your breath, looking at her and realizing soon after. "Wait you mentioned Jo before-" Her eyes are on yours.

"Yeah, course. He's my uncle."

[tocomplainfriend]

SEE!? THEY DON'T CARE!

TW: Rape, SA, Homophobia, Misogyny, Misandry

The specific censored word with "-", it's for my own reasons and comfort. It's not censored up and in tags due to filtering! Sorry if I made mistakes like forgetting of filtering or similar, I haven't used tumblr much before!

THIS IS A R-PE JOKE! THAT'S WHAT I HAVE BEEN FUCKING SAYING! ONE OF MY BIGGEST PROBLEMS WITH EPISODE 4 IS THE FACT OF "we want to write an empowering story about men getting sexually assaulted. Men victim don't get that attentio-" BITCH, YOU MADE MANY R-PE AND SA JOKES ALL THE FUCKING WAY THROUGH HELLUVA AND KNOW HAZBIN! You are the one making fun of scenarios where your male characters get assaulted or r-ped.

HOW TF DO YOU PRETEND TO BE SOOO ABOVE PEOPLE (INCLUDING VICTIMS OF SA AND R-PE) THAT'S EXPRESSED HOW THEY FELT ON THE EXECUTIONS AND WHO WORKED IN EPISODE 4. WHEN YOU YOURSELF MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT????? For some context, Sir Pent is trying to get with Cherri, but always deflects first in case she rejects him. He offers her a drink, but immediately says it's because he'll buy a drink for everyone on the club. Then he asks Cherri if they can have sex- and deflects back (a repetition joke) "Because I'll have sex with everyone here". Then he gets dragged into a room by other people, yelling wait and no! And the door closes as you heard him scream.

Out of context in the screenshot, you might even think it might be a serious scene where something happens to Pentious. BUT NO! IT'S BRUSHED OVER REAL FAST AND PLAYED AS "HAHA SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO SIR PENTIOUS AGAIN LMAOO"- it's the punchline.

Then at the end of the episode he gets out asking "Where is Cherri" (who btw is having sex with a random guy).

And please don't say "Well, he asked for it"- you know how you sound. The whole point of the joke is that he is trying to get with Cherri and failing astronomically. The point here is that he really doesn't want to have sex with a bunch of random people, but he has to do it because he is getting dragged into a room. (Again, Pentious is like Moxxie Their joke it's getting trashed and bullied by the world or people around them).

You made a whole episode about dealing with a male character's sexual assault, abuse or r-pe. Saying how much you respect victims, and your episode, it's just perfect about the topic. BlaBlaBla- no, you don't. You made all this jokes since HB season 1. This new joke was episode 6 of HH. You never acknowledge power dynamics, or coercion. You never acknowledge anything bad in your show.

Remember, as much as this shows go for LGBTQ+ representation and Queer media. As a ""Female lead show"". This jokes link back (not only to making fun of SA and R-pe itself, but to) homophobia and Misogyny. A scenario of where a man gets SA'ed or r-ped by another man or woman- leads to a scenario where the character is made fun of for not being "masculine enough" for being a victim or for not being able to defend themselves. In a scenario where this happens by a man to man, "It's funny because the victim is viewed as gay. As less masculine = gay and that's bad cause gay = weak and feminine and the idea of feminine = weak".

(There are a few jokes here and there, like Blitzo touching Moxxie's dick after making fun of him for having a baby penis.)

If you didn't notice, Moxxie gets attacked by multiple succubus, and that's apparently funny. KEEP IN MIND is not basic physical violence-no he comes out with lipstick kisses marks, the sounds effects are (ugh)... and Blitz tells him "Don't let them access any of your holes". In other concepts, I want to point out that the times when Moxxie is viewed as a bottom or feminine- he is made fun of. When Millie pegs him, he is made fun of because he is the man of the relationship, being implied as the bottom. When he wears the outfit of unhappy campers, he is extra objectified or made fun of even more than in any other episodes. He is also forcefully put on a dress in his wedding.

He is made fun of for being SA'ed for being uncomfortable scenarios:

These aren't jokes made by characters that "are bad because they are from hell". These are scripted jokes written by a person searching for the audience to laugh.

AND the reason why many audiences accept this jokes or even find them funny is because of some of these views (internalized or not) above. You'll also notice how all these jokes are directed at men (if you find an R-pe or SA joke directed at a woman in this two show, say something about it! POINT IT OUT!). People accept and write these jokes more because they care less about the idea of a man being a victim of such situation. More often than not- in the present, a woman getting assaulted or anything similar in any media gets noticed and called out. THESE JOKES OR THE NORMALIZATION OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT, ASSAULT, COERCION, OR SIMILAR TOWARDS WOMAN STILL HAPPENS!!!! There is an idea that men just tend to just want sex all times at any time. -And that a man getting SA'ed or r-ped by a woman it's just sex, cause "Why wouldn't you like free pussy". When it's a gay perpetrator is viewed as funny cause "that makes you gay or a woman" and that's apparently hilarious. Men can be r-ped no matter what. Men can be targets of all of these acts.

Remember that all the scenes of sexual abuse, harassment and r-pe in Poison are directed by the R2. Who, once again, is into r-pe porn- and they themselves said they are not an SA victim either. So remember, not even a victim trying to cope with their own R-pe or SA. This person draws and ships "R-pe ships", and tags it as "naughty men uwu" bullshit. Also, a person so obsessed with the character of Angel that they changed their name to Tony (Angel's real human name), make themselves look like him, and become a sex worker like Angel. They themselves looked at a comic of Val threatening r-pe and abuse on Angel as "thank good you have balls to draw something mean with these too, I was so bored" ???? (this stuff is in:) and cosplay and take photos of your Val x Angel ship

Congrats if you as a victim yourself thought that the scene with Angel was good. If it helped you be and feel seen. But remember the rest of the show, the hypocritical writers, don't care enough to view it as a serious topic to not joke about. Both HB and HH written by the same people (as in Vivziepop), take their sweet time to turn these topics into jokes.

What pisses off more, it's the trying to make yourself be viewed as a sensitive person about such topic. Make it seem like you are a savior for writing about it in such "serious, powerful and not sugar coded" way. But then you drop that on the fucking ground to make a joke about it when you are tired of pretending you are so good. If you were so informed of SA and r-pe, you wouldn't be making these jokes. If you knew how much SA male victims struggle to get viewed as serious or their stories taken into account-you wouldn't be this shitty.

God, you are so proud of the joke too.

My poor snake guy... one of the few characters that I like-

[alice-after-dark]

Thinking About RadioStatic and the OG Alastor Squad...

(for ref, that's Vox, Rosie, Husk, Niffty, and Mimzy) and this silly thought came to my mind.

So you've heard of "Vox thinks him and Alastor are dating, but they're not."

Well, I raise you "everyone thinks Alastor and Vox are dating EXCEPT Alastor and Vox."

Alastor is a fairly distant type of friend. Shows up when he wants attention and leaves when he's satisfied. Will absolutely kill someone for you though if you make it to his inner circle. That's the type for friend Alastor is.

And then you have Vox who is practically attached to his hip.

Rosie definitely notices something is off first. She literally never runs into them separate. If one is around, it means the other isn't far. On top of that, Alastor has very few male friends (Husk. It's literally just Husk) and he definitely spends way less time with them than he does his female friends. Except Vox. Vox who has not only been to Alastor's home (she deduces this when Alastor recount a particularly funny story where Vox humiliated himself), but has been in his radio tower. She hasn't even been in his radio tower!

Next is the fact that they bicker like an old married couple, with Vox being one of the few people (the only other person being Rosie) who can tell when Alastor is being bullshit and can actually get away with calling him on it. She's even seen him apologize to the picture box! Well...apologize as much as Alastor does anyways (which means to say he doesn't actually admit to any wrongdoing, but will go out of his way to do something for you to make up for it). And they always seem to know what the other is thinking, like some silent language that only they know.

Alastor always drags him onto the floor for a dance or six. His main partner used to be Mimzy, but now more often than not Rosie and Mimzy are left to chat while Alastor leads Vox around the dancefloor to one song after another, holding the other Sinner close.

That's just one more thing. Alastor lets Vox touch him in ways Rosie has rarely seen. She's seen the TV demon full on hug the deer, completely lost in his excitement over something or another, and Alastor just...smile so fondly. No shadows hurling Vox into the nearest wall, no smacking him with his cane. Just...smiling at him like he is the most endearing thing in the world.

So one night, when they're all a little tipsy and nestled in their usual booth at the bar, Rosie leans in, chin on her palms. "So...when were you going to tell us?"

Alastor and Vox blink at her, then at each other, then back to her. Vox is the first to speak.

"Uh...tell you about what exactly?"

"Oh sweetie, don't be coy with me! Now come on! I want details!"

Alastor speaks next.

"The project perhaps? I do believe we've kept you fairly informed..."

Rosie pouts. "Oh you're both terrible! So were you just never going to tell us you're dating?"

Alastor spits out his drink. Vox glitches.

"WE'RE WHAT?!"

(Yes, they both 100% have feelings for each other. No, they were never planning to act on them. Yes, they are both absolute shit at hiding them.)

[charlie-lec-stories]

Out the comfort zone // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Sensitive matters should always be addressed with kindness, tactfulness and pinch of fun.

Warnings: Sexual comments and conversations, but from a mature and funny perspective.

Author’s Note: This story is about communication. Since our favourite trio relays a lot on it, this time you'll have the chance to witness them discuss a really sensitive matter on their relationship. Rate: +18 (Sexual topics)

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"No, no, no, no, no, no. This is not working, Max".

"Maybe if you move your leg to the left, Schat".

"What do you think I am, a gymnast?".

"Well, you are pretty flexible, Amour. Just open your legs wider. I can go behind you".

"This is getting kind of personal, guys, I don't think I want to be a part of this anymore".

"Oscar, don't be a baby".

"He is a baby, Amour".

"I'm 23!".

Lando, George and Alex couldn't believe what they were hearing. It wasn't enough for them to do the dirty together, they also had to mix Oscar into it. As the three of them walked further into the apartment, they found Oscar's hoodie on the floor, and the sound of Max grunting wasn't helping with the picture they were already making in their minds.

"I swear to God, I'm not that flexible. I mean, when it’s just us three, it's easier, but I think that four is just too much. Sorry Oscar, it’s not your fault".

"Way to make a man feel rejected...".

"I really am sorry. But if we keep going like this, I'm going to fall and my ass is going to hurt for days'.

Okay, maybe they should make their presence known. Looking at each other, George understood that he should be the one taking the lead.

"Hey guys, are you home?". He asked, but Lando just couldn't keep quiet.

"Please, tell me you haven't corrupted my teammate yet. He's just a baby!".

Walking into the living room, the three drivers were surprised by what they found. Tangled in a Twister mat, the other four were barely keeping their bodies up. Actually, Y/N was the first one to give up, falling butt first to the floor and taking Oscar down with her, who kicked Charles' right arm, making the monegasque lose balance and take down Max with him.

"Why is it that I can never guess it right when it comes to you three?". Lando asked, rhetorically. Every time he guessed they were doing nothing, he walked on them taking their clothes off, and every time he thought that they were having a private moment, they were just doing something completely innocent.

"Maybe you just think it too much". Max replied, smirking at the disgusted face Lando made. Oscar, Charles and Max got up, Y/N staying laying on the floor, legs and arms extended and exhausted look on her face. Everyone looked at her, expecting her to get up.

"Don't worry, I'll get up when I start feeling my legs again... Man, I hate Twister". She sighed. Oscar took his chance to get back at her.

"And I'm the baby...".

They all had dinner together, and after the guys went away, Max and Charles cleaned the kitchen while Y/N fixed the living room. She carefully folded the mat while listening to the boys chatting in the kitchen. They were discussing something about Carlos. Apparently, the spaniard had a fight with his girlfriend about anal sex. She found it weird that Charles and Max were open enough to talk about it knowing that she was around. It wasn't like she didn't know what they both did when they were alone, but they were never straight forward about either. She kept listening to the conversation. It seemed like Carlos' girlfriend was scared of trying it, and he took it as if she didn't trust him enough to do that with him. But she wasn't interested in what Carlos and his girlfriend did, she cared about what Charles and Max thought about the situation.

The thing is, they had their own ways of approaching sex and those ways were kind of limited. Mostly because of her. She was scared, as Carlos' girlfriend, of getting hurt while doing new things, and even if she had boyfriends before them, she was a little vanilla with them. It was a big jump going from one person to thinking about two at the same time. So the boys were patient, they "took turns" so she wouldn't be too overwhelmed with the situation. More than once she thought about how boring it must be for the one waiting, watching the other two have fun while he had to wait, and whenever those thoughts crossed her mind she felt the need to broaden her comfort zone a little bit.

She concentrated on the conversation again. Max explained that he could empathize with Carlos' point of view, it would hurt him a little to know that Charles or Y/N wouldn't try with him something they wanted to do thinking they could get hurt. He was clear with that: when you love someone, you don't let them get hurt, and you never, ever, hurt them yourself. Charles was little more on the girlfriend's side, he remembered the first time he let Max do that, and he was scared shitless, he also reminded Max that he begged Charles to go easy on him when it was his turn, and with that reminder, Max gave some more credit to the girlfriend's argument. It seemed like they both understood, not only for having been in that position before, but also from an empathetic side, how vulnerable it could be to let someone do that to you. She felt relieved.

"Hey, can I ask you guys about something?". She asked later that night, looking at her lap. They were getting ready for bed, Max was brushing his teeth and Charles was changing his jeans for a more comfortable pair of shorts. They both looked at her, curious about what she could be thinking about. She had been pretty quiet since the guys left.

"Sure, Amour. What is it?". Charles walked to the bed and sat down, placing his hand on her leg and running it up and down, easing her anxiety a bit. Max rushed up his routine so he could focus completely on her, going to the bed as fast as he could.

"I've been thinking about something. About us". Max didn't like the sound of that, he loved what they had too much, he didn't want to break up. "I know that we don't do a lot here". She patted the bed and they frowned at the same time.

"What do you mean, Schat?". He smirked at the thought of everything they had done on that bed. "We do a lot here".

"I mean, yes, we do, but it's how we do it". They weren't following her and it was frustrating. "I want us to do things together, the three of us, but it scares me. Every time I think about it, this fear of getting hurt paralyzes me".

"You mean that you want us to do things to you... together?". Charles was trying to be as polite as he could about the subject, Max was a little more direct.

"This is the type of conversation I like to have in bed. Who cares about the last episode of The Last of Us?". Y/N laughed under her breath, the pink on her cheeks softening a few tones.

"We can try whatever you want, Amour, as long as you feel comfortable. You're the one that will get the roughest part, we know that, that's why we never asked for more and waited for you to bring it up". That made her feel safer.

"We will always take care of you. We promise". She knew that Max was sincere.

"So, how do we do this?". The boys looked at each other, their eyes wide open.

"You want to try this now?". Charles asked and she nodded.

"Yes! I waited for this moment my whole life". Max exclaimed happily as he took off his shirt.

"Mate, calm down or you'll be the one getting it". Charles did what he could, but there was no cure for Max. If there was something that he had been waiting for was for the moment they all three did something together.

"I didn't know his love for butts extended this far". They watched Max go to the bathroom, looking for lubes and oils that would make the process a lot easier.

Charles just sat with her, holding her hand and smiling at her. Y/N and Charles had a different sexual history together than each of them had with Max. They started dating first and that meant that they started sleeping together before they added Max to the equation. Charles knew what, how and when she liked things. He knew her like the back of his hand, and had a different approach to intimacy than Max had. They were pretty equal in bed, but she usually let him take the lead of the situation and it was a wise decision, since he never guessed wrong what she wanted to do. Max was different, he worshiped her, he would do whatever she'd ask for if it meant pleasing her. That meant that she was the one taking the lead and he followed her like a warrior on a crusade. She didn't know what they were like when they were alone, for what she heard from them once in a while, they switched a lot, it all depending on their moods at the moment. When the three of them were together, Charles would usually go first, helping her relax and carry the situation, Max watching and doing little to no interventions. Then the Dutchman would follow with Charles still in the picture, but more coming from a caring side, taking care of them. He had a protective side that never rested and always shone with them.

Max gave Charles the space to ease Y/N's nervousness, while he decided to go to the living room for some scented candles and his speaker, already thinking on which playlist they should use to make the situation more relaxing for her. Charles took his time setting the mood, kissing and caressing every place of skin exposed before starting with her clothes. She was grateful that they didn't jump on her the minute she agreed to try this, instead they took the time to help her feel comfortable and, more importantly, loved. Once every piece of clothing was off, Charles looked at Max, a silent conversation about how Max could enter the picture as smoothly as possible. They decided for him to do something that Charles usually does: massages. So while Charles kept her busy, Max took one of the oils and gently started massaging the knots on her shoulders, easing the tension. They both knew the process, they knew what they had to do for her to be ready, so they just made sure to be open and verbal about what they were going to do before doing anything.

"It's going to hurt, you'll feel some pressure, Schat. It's normal, you just have to relax". Max told her after her and Charles had already been going at it for a while, as he carefully moved her legs to position her comfortably on top of Charles. "If you feel like you can't keep going, you tell me and I stop immediately, okay?". She nodded, still a little tense, even if she was worked up. Charles, under her pulled her flush against him, letting her rest her weight on him and running his hands up and down her sides.

"We need words, Amour, you know it". It was a rule that they had, nothing without explicit consent, specially new things.

"Yes, I understand. I want to do it". She sighed and prepared herself, focusing on Max's hand caressing her lower back.

It hurt, it took her some time to get used to it, she even let a few tears run down her cheeks. The boys stopped moving a few times to give her time, they whispered some comforting words to her and kissed her discomfort away. But she ended up liking it, once the pain was not there anymore, once she felt how connected she was to both of them in that moment, she realized that she was right on stepping out of her comfort zone. She had never seen them as happy as she saw them in that moment, Charles locking eyes with her from underneath her, Max's smile against the back of her shoulder as his hand grabbed Charles', both squeezing each other's hand tightly. It was special and it was great, two things she before feared the moment wouldn't be. She was glad that they all did that together.

"How do you feel, Amour?". Charles asked her as soon as he recovered from his post sex dizziness. She felt Max moving away from her, lifting his weight so she could move if she needed to, but she needed him close, so she grabbed his arm and pulled him back on top of her. Charles let out a huff when Max's weight fell on them again, being the one holding everyone on top of him was hard, but he wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Max chuckled at his huff and Charles slapped the back of his head, but ended up joining his boyfriend in the laughing fit. They stayed like that for a while, just close while their hearts went back to a normal rhythm.

"What about a bath, Schat? I think it'd be good for you". She let out a quiet 'yes', Max then getting up and walking to the bathroom. Charles took his time with the massages, working on all the new muscles she had used and were in need of care. When the water was ready, he helped her up and she went to the bathroom. While she relaxed, Max and Charles cleaned up. They changed the bed sheets, took all the candles, oils and lubes to their places and prepared some tank top and cotton panties for her to dress up with. She stayed there until the water got cold, and with still some discomfort, she got out and wrapped herself in a towel, emptying the tub before walking out. She dried and dressed herself quickly, and joined the boys on the bed, taking her spot in the middle. The tiredness on their faces was notorious, but they put on the effort to stay awake to make sure she was alright.

"You might feel a little sore in the morning". Charles said and then kissed her shoulder, his hand on her hip, on top of Max's.

"But the bright side is that you get breakfast in bed because of that". She giggled at Max's comment.

"I might do this with you every night if it gets me breakfast in bed in the mornings". She joked, but Max was grinning like he won the lottery. "I'm joking".

"Don't play like that with my heart". His smile dropped and she felt Charles shaking with laughter behind her.

"You seriously love butts".

"They are one of the best features of you guys, after your arms and Y/N's boobs". The other two looked at him holding their laughter. "What?"

"Bueno, para gustos, colores". Y/N said and snuggled up by bringing Max closer. They were used to her chanting some Argentinian sayings at them and they learned what most of them meant. This one meant that it was pointless to discuss personal preferences. "Thank you for being so good to me". She said after a while. "You have no idea how important it is for me that this moment went on this great".

"We love so much, Schat. You don't have to thank us for these things. We'd bring down the moon and stars for you".

"Je vous aime, mes chéris". (I love you, loves)

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Hey, I'm back with lestappen x reader. Hope you guys like it. I'm thinking about working a bit with smut, but from a more subtle and delicate perspective. What do you guys think about that? Would you like more content like that?

[cozage]

Hi. How are you? Congratulations! Can I please have an option 1? How about Law, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Sabo and Ace (feel free to pick and choose) teaching a s/o (preferably female) how to fight? Like Zoro teaching the reader to sword fight or Sanji teaching his to use black leg. Thank you 💙🤍💙🤍

Omg girlie hey!!! How have you been?!!? Good I hope <3 

Send me an event request!

Characters: gn reader x Ace, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy Total word count: 650

Teaching Moments

Ace

Literally so patient and such a good teacher but works you to the bone. He forgets that you are new at this and he has been training since he was born.

Hand-to-hand combat isn’t necessarily your strong suit, but he figures out you're quite good with a pipe. 

He is also very good at fighting with a pipe (is there anything this man is bad at?!?!)

He won’t pull punches or go easy on you just because he loves you. You will crawl away from your training sessions with bruises and cuts all over your body.

After your sessions, he’ll walk with you to Marco to get healed up, and then he’ll give you a really nice, warm massage to loosen up your muscles. That alone makes your training day worth it. 

You sometimes feel like you’re not making any progress, but when you start fighting people who aren’t Ace, you realize you’re much better than most of them. Fighting the best of the best really has its perks.

Zoro

Zoro is a good teacher…most of the time. 

He gets frustrated easily when you don’t follow instructions, and expects you to come in with basic sword skills, but you don’t have any. 

You have to remind him that not everyone grew up in a dojo, where they learned about swords morning, noon, and night. After he learns that, he takes you back to the beginning, teaching you in a new light. 

He returns to the bamboo stick and the formations, and suddenly he becomes happier, laughing more with you and telling you about his childhood at the dojo. Every skill you learn is paired with a “Well when I was a kid…” story, and it warms your heart. 

He takes you to a store to get your own swords. He definitely believes that you need to pick your own sword. He gives you pointers and advice, but he mostly leaves it up to you. He knows how important of a decision it is, and he won't interfere with fate.

He takes it easy on you. He can skillfully decipher just how much he needs to pressure you to get you to continue to grow.

Zoro doesn't understand much in his life, but he does understand two things: swords and you.

Sanji

Sanji. Bless his heart. He is not a good teacher. 

He goes too easy on you and treats you like you’re too fragile.

It actually begins to put a bit of a strain on your relationship because it feels like he doesn’t think you’re capable of fighting the way he does.

In reality, he just doesn’t think a lady needs to fight. And he certainly doesn’t want to hurt you during training. He can’t hit a lady, even to defend himself.

He wants you to learn, and you know he’s not being rude or malicious, but in order to save your relationship, you end up finding another fighting instructor. 

Instead of fighting, you help him prepare meals. And thankfully, he’s more than happy to let you help him do kitchen prep. 

Luffy

Luffy is…Luffy. 

Your training sessions always start out strong. He’s surprisingly good at giving you pointers (“raise your elbow” or “a right hook would’ve been better than a direct attack right there”)

Sometimes he forgets that not everyone has gum-gum powers. He’ll advise you to fling your body towards your opponents and you’ll just kind of deadpan and wait for him to realize his mistake, which always leads to a fit of giggles from you both. 

Training sessions never last long. You guys always get distracted by someone or something, or you all get hungry or start chasing each other around, laughing and playing another game. 

It’s always fun, you’re just never sure how much you’re actually learning. Sometimes you get irritated and think neither of you are taking it seriously, but Luffy’s way of life is “if it’s not fun, we shouldn’t do it”. 

Little do you realize, he’s actually training you through the games you all play, and the mischief you guys get into. He’s a pretty good teacher overall. 

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do a concept of Alicent from House of the Dragon with a handmaid/lady-in-waiting darling?

Watching/reading ASOIAF related content and I'm getting ideas. Am I being self indulgent? Perhaps... but let me have this.

As usual with ASOIAF content, read Trigger Warnings carefully.

Yandere! Alicent Hightower with Handmaid! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, ASOIAF content, Obsession, Affairs, Girl/Girl, Manipulation, Medieval marriage practices and Medieval practices in general, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Intimacy mentioned (Touchy behavior, Bedding, etc) but nothing graphic, Unhealthy power dynamic, Targcest (Mentions of Aegon and Helaena's marriage in one line), Blood, Threats, Violence, Death, Restraints, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Alicent's story is a bit sad... but her actions feel vile at times.

Her father, Otto, made her marry King Viserys I to provide power to the Hightower family.

She didn't want such a role, such a role only ruined her freedoms.

She even lost Rhaenyra... the act of marrying her friend's father betraying the young princess.

Alicent was never happy in her marriage.

Her only purpose as queen was to supply male heirs for the throne.

She succeeded... having Aegon and Aemond... even a daughter, Helaena.

But all of this was out of duty.

Not love.

As a result I feel Alicent may confide in a loyal maid, you.

You're her personal maid, an outlet for her to vent to.

Alicent often calls her maid when she is not needed with the king.

You serve both her and Viserys I, but she calls you more often.

You showed the queen sympathy when she first brought up such issues.

She trusts you not to say a word as her handmaid, plus she can tell you pity her even if you don't understand the life of royalty.

Alicent's obsession starts as her speaking with you for comfort.

She wishes for her previous freedoms, she envies Rhaenyra for being able to do what she wishes...

Alicent wants to experience intimacy without just tolerating it.

As a result... Alicent ends up falling for the one person she trusts will care about her.

You are a comfort for her as her maid.

She knows she shouldn't have such feelings... you are a maid and Alicent is a queen married to a king.

Yet... when Alicent tests the waters with you after a few years... you seem so compliant.

You see the queen as what she is, a woman who has had her youth wasted.

You provide her friendship... support... someone to talk to.

Admittedly... when you noticed the queen get oddly touchy with you, it confused you.

When you spoke alone in her chambers, Alicent would sit beside you, a hand nearing your thigh as she leans closer.

The thought flusters you, but nothing's forced upon you.

Alicent grows fond of you when she speaks with you and watches you take care of her children.

You comfort Aegon when he's berated and correct him, you try to listen to Helaena's babbling about strange sayings, and you tend to Aemond's wounds after fights.

Alicent held no genuine love for Viserys... yet here she is infatuated with a maid.

I imagine eventually Alicent manages to convince you to join her in her bed when alone.

At first she says she just wishes to talk while you sit next to her...

But one thing leads to another...

Leaving the queen able to satiate herself.

Alicent keeps such an obsession hidden from everyone.

While Rhaenyra has rumors that her sons are Strongs (they are)... Alicent would rather have no rumors of her bedding her maid behind the king's back.

Alicent urges such an affair to stay quiet, she tells you not to say a word.

Yet this is only the start of Alicent's obsession.

Having been deprived of a partner of her choosing... she ends up soothing herself with her maid.

You are unsure how to feel about the queen being so attached to you.

She always has an arm or hand on you at all times, even at meals she keeps you close.

You feel uncomfortable under the gaze of Viserys and his children.

They have no idea how tightly Alicent holds your hand under the table... a reminder of the bond she has with you.

While you keep up appearances as the queen's handmaid, you know your duty when Alicent calls you to her chambers in private.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like what the queen does for you.

You and the queen aid one another in many ways.

You are committing possibly illegal acts whenever the queen holds you close to her.

But guilt always manages to worm its way back into your mind.

Maybe you shouldn't enjoy it?

While Viserys is unaware... busy with his illness and children... you're here under Alicent's covers with her arms fully wrapped around you.

You are her escape... no matter the cost you have to pay.

As her obsession continues, Alicent continues to keep you close.

Many begin to whisper about the queen and her handmaid.

You two are very close... perhaps too close...

Yet such rumors are quickly snuffed out by Alicent whispering a silent order.

No one is allowed to touch you.

Even Aegon knows his place when he sees his mother hold you around the waist so tightly.

You're hers... even if you wished to change profession, she wouldn't let it go through.

You're her handmaid... her forbidden love... and she plans to be your one and only.

If others tried to court you, Alicent puts a stop to it.

A knight flirts with you? Alicent has his position moved.

Your family found someone for you? Alicent votes against it, saying she doesn't want her handmaid to devote herself to a partner yet.

Aegon touches you? Alicent will punish him herself.

Aemond already knows better and Helaena sees you in a platonic light.

Alicent worries Aegon will treat you like all the other maids... so you end up being unable to serve the prince for now.

Even when Viserys dies and Aegon II is set to be king... even when the war between the Blacks and Greens begins... Alicent has you by her side.

It's unknown if you are giving into her out of duty or genuine love by this point... but the queen has you on a tight lead.

With her husband gone, she is free to do with you as she wishes while Aegon II and Helaena act as the new king and queen.

Now her heart is fully dedicated to you.

She expects the same with you... any other partner being drained of their blood if they so much as touch you.

Ever since you gave in and provided comfort to the queen... you were hers.

Her mind deteriorates as tragic events begin to occur throughout the war.

Yet one thing is certain in her mind...

Her maid will always be by her side... even if it has to be by chains.

[amethystarachnid]

A COWBOY'S LOVE - part I

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, a lot of angst and some fluff and a tiny bit of spicy

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Multiverse

ᯓ★ Story type: short fanfic

ᯓ★ Read part 2 here!

ᯓ★ Word count: 8k

ᯓ★ Summary: Y/N works in her family saloon, that's where she met Tony Stark, the cowboy with a terrible reputation. She knows she shouldn't be falling in love with him, her parents would never approve, but she does. One day her parents tell her that they found her an husband: Mr. Davis, a rich old man that could be her grandpa. Will Y/N choose her duty as a good daughter over her love for Tony? Or will she put on a fight to stay with the man she loves?

ᯓ★ TW(s): arranged marriage (not with Tony) , reader gives Tony her virginity so it'll be a little spicy, the arranged marriage is with a much older man

ᯓ★ AU: Cowboy, so it's set in the wild west so like 1800s

ᯓ★ Request: Pleaaaaaase, Cowboy AU for Tony? 🤩 (female reader) (@heygoodgirly )

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The heat outside clings to the dusty streets of the small frontier town, but inside your family’s saloon, the air is thick with laughter, conversation, and the smell of whiskey. You stand behind the bar, wiping down glasses with a practiced hand, keeping an eye on the usual crowd. Cowboys, drifters, gamblers—your usual clientele. You’ve seen it all, the rowdy fights, the broken hearts, the deals sealed with a clink of glasses and a whispered promise.

But then he walks in.

Tony Stark.

A cowboy with swagger and a reputation that stretches further than the dusty roads that lead to this small town. You can hear the spurs of his boots jingle with every confident step. He tips his hat back, revealing tousled dark hair and a smirk that seems permanently etched into his face. His eyes are sharp, calculating, like he knows exactly what everyone is thinking the moment he steps in. You’ve heard whispers of his name before—how could you not? He's known for inventing strange contraptions, ones that seem to belong in the future, not out here in the wild.

But it's not just the gadgets. It’s his charm that makes heads turn. And you’re no exception, though you’d never admit it.

He saunters over to the bar, leaning against the counter like he owns the place, his dark leather duster sweeping the floor behind him.

“Well, if it ain’t my favorite saloon,” he drawls, eyes locked on you with that teasing glint that always makes your pulse quicken. “And my favorite bartender.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “You say that to every woman who serves you a drink.”

Tony chuckles, low and warm. “Can’t help it if I’ve got a type.”

You pour him a shot of whiskey, sliding it across the bar, your fingers brushing his for a fleeting moment. The roughness of his calloused hand sends a shiver up your spine. He catches it, of course, because nothing gets by Tony Stark.

“Busy night?” he asks, taking the shot in one smooth motion, setting the glass down with a satisfying clink.

“As busy as it ever is in this little dustbowl.” You lean against the counter, wiping your hands on your apron. “You planning to cause any trouble tonight?”

He grins, all teeth and mischief. “Depends on what kind of trouble you’re talkin’ about, darlin’.”

You shake your head, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You’ve seen men try to get under your skin before, but Tony? He’s different. Too quick-witted for his own good. Too damn charming.

“Well, as long as it doesn’t involve breaking any more chairs,” you warn, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not fixing another one ‘cause of you.”

“That wasn’t my fault!” he protests, though there’s amusement in his eyes. “The fight started before I even finished my drink. Besides, I was just defending your honor.”

You laugh at that. “Defending my honor? Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

Tony leans in a little closer, his voice dropping low, so only you can hear. “What can I say? A woman like you deserves a knight in shining... well, in my case, dusty armor.”

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, but you keep your expression neutral. He’s always playing this game, flirting and teasing, but you’ve never let it go beyond that. At least, not yet.

“You ever get tired of trying to charm your way into trouble?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Tony chuckles, his fingers drumming lightly on the bar. “Trouble just finds me, sweetheart. I don’t have to go lookin’ for it.” He leans back, glancing over his shoulder as a group of men at one of the tables starts to get a little too loud. His posture shifts slightly, his eyes narrowing.

You follow his gaze and recognize the men—gamblers who’ve had a little too much to drink. You’re about to go over and calm things down when Tony stands, straightening up with a lazy kind of grace.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, tipping his hat. “I’ll handle it.”

Before you can protest, he’s already crossed the room. Tony Stark might be many things—cocky, reckless, far too handsome for his own good—but he’s also got a way of diffusing a situation without ever pulling his gun. You watch as he approaches the group, his voice smooth and low, disarming the tension with a few quick words. Within moments, the gamblers are laughing again, the fight forgotten.

He returns to the bar, flashing you a grin as if to say I told you so.

“See?” he says, settling back into his seat. “No chairs broken.”

You can’t help but smile, shaking your head. “You’re something else, Tony Stark.”

He leans in closer, his voice dropping again, that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You roll your eyes but don’t move away. There’s something magnetic about him, something that makes it hard to keep your distance. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing worth his time in this dusty, chaotic world.

“Tell me something,” he says after a moment, his tone softer, more serious. “Why are you still here? You could be anywhere. You don’t strike me as someone who’d settle for a small-town life.”

You blink, caught off guard by the question. It’s not like Tony to ask anything so personal.

“This is my family’s place,” you say slowly, glancing around the saloon. “I grew up here. It’s... home.”

Tony nods, but there’s something in his eyes, something that tells you he’s not entirely convinced. “And you’re happy here? Dealing with rowdy cowboys, cleaning up after drunken fights?”

You shrug. “It’s not glamorous, but it’s mine.”

He watches you for a long moment, his gaze intense in a way that makes your heart beat just a little faster. “You deserve more than this, you know.”

There’s something in his voice, something raw and real that you’re not used to hearing from him. And for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself wonder what it would be like—to leave with him. To walk away from this town and its dusty streets.

But then the door to the saloon swings open, and the moment is broken. Another customer, another distraction. You sigh and step back, putting a little distance between you and Tony.

Tony nods, but you can tell he’s not done with this conversation. Not yet. “I’ll be around,” he says, standing up and adjusting his hat. “Don’t go disappearing on me now, darlin’.”

As he walks away, you watch him go, feeling that familiar tug in your chest. Tony Stark might be trouble, but sometimes, trouble is exactly what you need.

And maybe you’ll let yourself fall into it.

The days pass like the slow turn of a wagon wheel, each one blending into the next as you and Tony settle into your usual rhythm. He shows up at the saloon nearly every evening, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, ready with some new quip or story to share. You pretend to be annoyed, rolling your eyes and giving as good as you get, but deep down, you’re starting to look forward to his visits more than you should.

It’s dangerous, letting yourself feel this way. You know that.

Tony Stark isn’t the kind of man who sticks around. He’s restless, always talking about the next adventure, the next town, the next invention. And you? You’re the one who stays. You’ve never known anything else.

Still, when he leans against the bar, hat tipped back, teasing smile in place, it’s hard not to feel a little flutter in your chest. You’ve always been careful with men like him, but with Tony, the line between banter and something more has been getting thinner with each passing night.

Tonight, the saloon is quieter than usual. A few regulars play poker at the corner table, and a group of ranch hands talk in low voices at the other end of the bar. The air outside hums with the approaching dusk, the warm glow of lanterns flickering through the saloon's windows.

Tony strolls in, dusting off his hat as if he’s been out riding all day. He gives you that familiar look—the one that makes it hard to keep a straight face.

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you missed me, darlin’,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement.

You snort, pouring him his usual drink. “Miss you? I get enough of you bothering me every night.”

Tony winks, sliding onto the barstool closest to you. “Admit it. Your nights would be pretty dull without me around.”

You lean on the counter, giving him a mock serious look. “I think I’d survive.”

He chuckles, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Sure, sure. But let’s be honest, you’d miss my charming wit. And this face.”

“You mean the face that gets you into trouble at least twice a week?” you tease, crossing your arms.

Tony tilts his head, flashing you that grin that always seems to disarm you. “Trouble follows me ‘cause life’s too damn boring without it.”

You shake your head, but before you can fire back another retort, the door to the saloon swings open with a loud creak.You glance over, your breath catching in your throat when you see your parents walk in.

Your mother has that tight-lipped expression she wears when something serious is on her mind, and your father’s gaze is fixed on you, the weight of it making your stomach twist. They rarely come into the saloon during working hours—it’s more your domain than theirs. So their presence now? That can only mean one thing.

“Y/N,” your father says, nodding toward the back room. “We need to talk.”

Tony’s gaze flicks between you and your parents, his brow furrowing slightly. “Everything alright?”

You force a smile, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your hands suddenly feel clammy. “Yeah, fine. Just… family stuff. I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for Tony’s response, you follow your parents to the back of the saloon, your heart hammering in your chest. You already know what this is about. They’ve been dropping hints for weeks now, and the dread that’s been gnawing at the edges of your mind is finally coming to fruition.

Inside the small room, your mother gives you a soft smile, one that’s supposed to be comforting but only makes you feel trapped.

“Y/N,” your father begins, his tone gentle but firm. “We’ve made arrangements. You’re going to marry Mr. Davis.”

The name hangs in the air like a noose. Mr. Davis—a wealthy rancher, old enough to be your grandfather. He’s been visiting your family more often lately, always watching you with that strange, calculating look. You know he’s well-respected, that the marriage will secure your family’s future, but every part of you wants to scream in protest.

Instead, you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I understand.”

Your mother places a hand on your shoulder, her smile widening in approval. “You’ve always been such a good daughter. This is for the best, Y/N. Mr. Davis can provide for you in ways we never could.”

You nod again, the weight of their expectations heavy on your chest. You don’t argue. You don’t cry. You just… accept it. Because that’s what a good daughter does.

When the conversation is over, you return to the bar, your legs feeling like lead. Tony’s still there, watching you with that curious, concerned expression.

“What was that about?” he asks, his voice low, though there’s a hint of playfulness in it, like he’s expecting you to brush it off with a joke like you always do.

You want to. You want to smile and tell him everything’s fine. But the words won’t come.

Instead, you grab a bottle of whiskey and pour yourself a drink, downing it in one go. Tony raises an eyebrow, clearly sensing that something’s wrong.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asks again, softer this time.

You force a smile, but it feels hollow. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… family business.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he leans on the bar, his fingers tapping idly against his glass. The silence between you is heavier than usual, the easy banter replaced by something more tense, more uncertain.

You can’t bring yourself to tell him. Not yet. Not when you don’t even know how to make sense of it yourself.

Instead, you go through the motions—serving drinks, wiping down the bar, laughing at his jokes even when your heart isn’t in it. But every time his eyes linger on you, a part of you aches. Because you know, deep down, that whatever this thing is between you and Tony, it can’t last.

You’re going to marry Mr. Davis. You’re going to be someone else’s wife. And Tony… Tony is going to move on, just like he always does.

But for tonight, you pretend. You pretend that everything’s fine, that nothing’s changed, even though you can feel the future closing in on you like a noose.

Tony’s laughter echoes in the saloon, but it’s a bittersweet sound now. Because no matter how much you wish it were different, some things can’t be undone.

The days blur together, each one bringing you closer to the wedding. Closer to the life you never asked for, to a future that feels more like a cage with every passing minute. Mr. Davis has been in and out of the saloon, his presence looming like a shadow. Every time he tips his hat to you, you smile and nod like the good daughter your parents expect you to be.

But inside, the walls are closing in.

Tony, of course, has no idea. You’ve managed to keep the truth from him, though it’s getting harder with each passing day. His visits to the saloon have become the only part of your life that feels normal anymore, the only time you can pretend that things haven’t changed. You can still joke, laugh, and trade barbs like nothing is wrong.

But you can’t escape the dread that knots your stomach every time he walks in.

Tonight, the saloon is almost empty. The regulars have trickled out early, leaving just you and Tony in the dimly lit room. The lanterns flicker, casting long shadows across the wooden floors. It’s quiet, save for the soft creak of a chair and the occasional clink of glasses as you absentmindedly clean up behind the bar.

Tony leans back in his usual spot, hat tipped low, his boots resting on the rung of the stool. He’s been talking for the past hour, spinning some wild tale about a cattle drive gone wrong, but you’ve barely been listening. Your thoughts are too tangled, your heart too heavy.

“You’re awful quiet tonight,” Tony remarks, his voice cutting through the haze of your thoughts. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

You force a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Just tired, I guess.”

Tony watches you, his expression shifting from playful to serious in a heartbeat. He’s always been too perceptive for his own good, and tonight is no exception. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the bar, his dark eyes searching yours.

“You’ve been ‘tired’ for a while now, sweetheart. Somethin’ tells me there’s more to it than that.”

You swallow hard, avoiding his gaze as you busy yourself with cleaning an already spotless glass. “It’s nothing. Just… family stuff.”

He doesn’t buy it, not for a second. He reaches out, gently pulling the glass from your hand and setting it down on the bar. His fingers brush against yours for just a moment, but it’s enough to send a jolt of warmth through you. You bite your lip, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens.

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he says, his voice low, earnest. “What’s goin’ on?”

The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say them. How do you tell Tony Stark—the one man who’s made you feel alive in this dusty town—that you’re about to marry someone else? Someone old, someone who doesn’t know you, doesn’t see you the way Tony does?

You look away, blinking back the burn of tears in your eyes. “I’m getting married, Tony,” you finally whisper, the words coming out so softly you’re not sure he even hears them.

But he does.

The silence that follows is deafening. Tony stiffens, his hand still resting on the bar, fingers curling slightly as if he’s trying to hold on to something. When he speaks again, his voice is tight, controlled.

“Married?” he repeats, like the word is foreign to him.

You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything more.

“To who?” he asks, though there’s a strange edge to his voice now. “Because it sure as hell ain’t anyone I’ve seen around here.”

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “Mr. Davis.”

Tony’s expression shifts from confusion to disbelief, then something darker. He pushes back from the bar, standing up so abruptly his chair scrapes loudly against the floor.

“Mr. Davis?” He says the name like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. “That old bastard?”

You wince at the venom in his voice, but you can’t blame him. You feel the same way.

“It’s arranged,” you say quickly, trying to explain. “My parents—he’s… it’s for the family. I didn’t really have a choice.”

Tony laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You didn’t have a choice? Y/N, you always have a choice.”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on you again. “Not this time. It’s two weeks away.”

Two weeks. Just saying it out loud feels like a death sentence.

Tony stares at you for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes flashing with something you can’t quite place. Anger, frustration… maybe even hurt. But then, without warning, he steps closer, his voice lowering to a rough whisper.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he says, his eyes burning into yours. “Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, his proximity making it hard to breathe. You open your mouth, but no words come out. Because it isn’t what you want. It’s the last thing you want. But saying that? Admitting it out loud?

You’re not sure you can.

Tony’s hand moves, hesitating for a moment before his fingers brush against your cheek, gently, as if he’s afraid you’ll break if he touches you any harder. His thumb grazes your skin, and you shiver under his touch.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost pleading now. “You don’t have to do this.”

Your breath hitches as his words hang in the air between you. And then, before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s been building for far too long.

For a moment, the world disappears. The saloon, the town, the marriage, all of it fades away as Tony’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. His lips are warm and firm, tasting of whiskey and something distinctly him. The kiss is slow, sweet at first, but it quickly deepens, becoming something more urgent, more desperate, like he’s trying to pour all the unspoken words into it.

You melt into him, your hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. It’s everything you’ve wanted for so long—too long.

But then, reality crashes down on you.

You pull away, breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. Tony’s eyes search yours, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration as he reaches for you again.

But you step back, shaking your head. “Tony… we can’t.”

His brow furrows. “What do you mean, we can’t? That kiss sure as hell didn’t feel like we can’t.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. “I’m getting married in two weeks.”

Tony’s eyes narrow, his frustration turning to something sharper. “To a man you don’t love,” he growls. “Don’t tell me that’s what you want.”

You close your eyes, fighting the ache in your chest. “It’s what I have to do.”

He stares at you, the tension thick between you both, the silence heavy with everything unsaid. Finally, he lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re really gonna marry that old man and throw this away?” he asks, his voice low, rough with emotion.

Tears prick at your eyes, and you look away, unable to face the pain in his gaze. “It’s not that simple, Tony.”

He exhales sharply, turning away, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, neither of you speak, the air thick with tension. You can still feel the heat of his kiss on your lips, still feel the weight of his hands on your skin. But it doesn’t change anything. Not really.

“I should go,” Tony finally says, his voice tight.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. You watch him turn toward the door, the ache in your chest growing with every step he takes away from you.

But as he reaches the threshold, he pauses, glancing over his shoulder one last time.

“You’re making a mistake, Y/N,” he says softly, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

And then, he’s gone, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving you standing alone in the empty saloon with nothing but the weight of your choice pressing down on you.

The wedding day looms closer, suffocating you with every tick of the clock. Mr. Davis has already started making plans—what he expects of you, how you’ll live together on his ranch. Your parents are thrilled, talking about your future like it’s some grand thing, a reward for all their hard work. But to you, it feels like chains being forged, one link at a time.

And then there’s Tony.

You’ve avoided him since that kiss, the memory of his lips on yours haunting you. His words echo in your head, over and over again—You’re making a mistake, Y/N. It should be easy to forget, to bury your feelings like you’ve been taught to do your whole life. But when you lie in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, all you can think about is Tony. The way he looks at you like you’re something more than just a dutiful daughter. The way he touches you like you’re precious, like you matter.

It doesn’t help that every day you grow more certain of one terrifying truth: you love him. You’ve fallen in love with Tony Stark, the wild, stubborn cowboy who showed you a world beyond the one your parents have trapped you in. And now, one week away from being shackled to a man you barely know, you feel like you’re suffocating.

One evening, after the saloon has closed and the town has fallen into its usual sleepy quiet, you find yourself standing on the edge of a decision. The weight of your future is pressing down on you, and you know you can’t keep living in this limbo.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab your shawl and slip out into the night, your feet carrying you down the familiar dirt road toward Tony’s ranch. The cool evening air bites at your skin, but you hardly notice. Your heart hammers in your chest, your mind racing as you rehearse what you’re going to say—if you can even find the words once you see him.

The Stark ranch comes into view, the faint glow of light spilling from the windows of his cabin. His horse is tied up nearby, the quiet snuffle of the animal the only sound besides the soft rustle of the wind. You hesitate for a moment, your stomach twisting with nerves, but then you force yourself to take a deep breath and walk up to the door.

Before you can knock, the door creaks open, and there he is—Tony, standing in the doorway, his expression shifting from surprise to concern the moment he sees you.

“Y/N?” he asks, stepping outside. “What are you doin’ here? It’s late.”

His voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it, like he knows something’s wrong. He always knows.

You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling suddenly vulnerable under his gaze. “I had to see you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Tony’s brow furrows, and he glances behind you, as if expecting someone else to be there. When he sees that you’re alone, he steps closer, his hands resting gently on your arms. “What’s goin’ on? You’re shakin’.”

You hadn’t even realized it until now, but he’s right. Your whole body is trembling, the weight of your emotions finally crashing down on you. You look up at him, your eyes searching his, and for the first time, you let the truth slip past your lips.

“I love you, Tony.”

The words come out in a rush, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s stopped spinning. Tony’s eyes widen in shock, and he opens his mouth to say something, but you keep going, unable to hold it all in any longer.

“I love you,” you repeat, your voice breaking. “I’ve loved you for a long time, but I—I’m still going to marry Mr. Davis. I have to. My parents—they won’t understand. They’ll never let me go against their plans, and I’m—" You choke on the words, struggling to hold back the tears. "I’m scared. I don’t know how to stand up to them.”

Tony’s face softens, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that have started to fall. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this. I told you—you have a choice.”

You shake your head, biting your lip. “It’s not that simple. I can’t just… leave everything behind. But there’s one thing I can choose.”

You look up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you say the words you never thought you’d be brave enough to speak. “I don’t want him to be my first. I don’t want an old man to take that from me, Tony. I want it to be you.”

For a moment, the world seems to stand still. Tony stares at you, his expression unreadable, his breath coming in slow, steady exhales. Then, with a low sigh, he steps back, shaking his head slightly.

“Y/N…” His voice is quiet, conflicted. “You don’t have to do this. Not for me.”

You take a shaky breath, stepping closer, closing the space between you. “I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for me.” Your voice trembles, but your resolve is firm. “I love you, Tony. And I want my first time to be with someone I love. Someone who cares about me.”

For a long moment, Tony just looks at you, his gaze searching yours. Then, something in his expression softens, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you gently against him. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his forehead resting against yours.

You nod, your heart racing. “I’m sure.”

Tony’s lips meet yours in a kiss that’s soft, tender, and full of the unspoken words that have been hanging between you for too long. He’s gentle, his hands sliding up to cup your face, cradling you like you’re something fragile, something precious. You melt into him, your fingers tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing the warmth of him against you.

Without breaking the kiss, Tony pulls you inside the cabin, the door closing softly behind you. The fire in the hearth casts a warm glow over the room, the shadows dancing across the walls as he leads you to the bed, his movements slow, careful, like he’s giving you every chance to change your mind.

But you don’t.

When you reach the bed, he pauses, his hands resting on your hips as he looks at you, his gaze full of something deeper than just desire—something that makes your heart ache in the best possible way.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, his voice rough, filled with emotion.

You nod, smiling softly as you reach up to cup his cheek. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With that, Tony kisses you again, this time deeper, more urgent, like he’s been holding back for too long. His hands move slowly, carefully untying the strings of your dress, letting it slip off your shoulders and pool at your feet. You shiver, not from the cold but from the intensity of his gaze as he looks at you, his breath catching in his throat.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before pulling you close again.

You pull at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours, and he helps you, shrugging out of it before lifting you gently onto the bed. His touch is soft, reverent, as he leans over you, pressing kisses to your neck, your collarbone, trailing lower with each one. Every kiss sends a thrill through you, your heart racing as you cling to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

When he finally joins you on the bed, his body pressing against yours, you feel a sense of peace wash over you—a feeling that this is right, that this moment belongs to you, not to Mr. Davis or your parents or anyone else.

It’s slow, tender, every movement filled with care and love. Tony takes his time, making sure you’re comfortable, making sure this is exactly what you want. And when the moment finally comes, when you join together in a way that’s both beautiful and overwhelming, it’s everything you’d hoped it would be.

You hold onto him, your breath hitching as your bodies move together, and in that moment, all the worries and fears melt away. There’s only him—only Tony, his soft murmurs of affection, his gentle touch, his love.

When it’s over, you lie together in the quiet of the cabin, your head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. The fire crackles softly in the background, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel… free. Like you’ve finally chosen something for yourself, something real.

Tony presses a soft kiss to your hair, his hand tracing soothing circles on your back. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

You smile against his chest, your heart swelling with a mix of happiness and sadness. “I love you too, Tony.”

But as you lie there in the warmth of his embrace, the reality of your situation begins to creep back in. The wedding is still one week away, and while tonight has been perfect, you know that come morning, the weight of your obligations will return.

For now, though, you hold onto him, letting yourself enjoy the moment, the feeling of being with the man you love.

Because no matter what happens next, this night is yours.

The first light of dawn filters through the thin curtains of Tony’s cabin, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink. You lie curled against him, your head resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your cheek. His arm is wrapped around you, holding you close, as though he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

You wish you could stay like this forever—wrapped in his warmth, cocooned in the safety of his arms. But reality looms like a shadow, reminding you of what’s coming. The wedding. The promise to your parents. The life that’s been planned for you since before you even knew how to dream of something different.

Tony stirs beside you, shifting slightly as he wakes. His hand strokes your back gently, his fingers tracing soft circles against your skin. You close your eyes, savoring the feeling for just a moment longer, knowing it might be the last time you get to feel this way.

“You don’t have to do it, you know,” Tony’s voice breaks the quiet, low and rough from sleep. His words hang in the air, a soft plea wrapped in the warmth of the morning light. “It’s not too late, Y/N.”

You sigh, the ache in your chest growing with each passing second. You knew this conversation was coming. You could feel it simmering between you last night, even as you lay tangled together in the heat of your love.

“I wish it were that simple,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you press your face closer to him. “But it’s not. The wedding is next Saturday, Tony. In the church. Everyone in town is expecting it. My parents… they’re counting on me.”

Tony shifts, pulling back slightly so he can look down at you, his brow furrowed with frustration and something deeper—something like hurt. His thumb brushes across your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

“You don’t have to live for them, Y/N,” he says softly, his voice raw with emotion. “You don’t owe them your whole damn life. Not if it means giving up what you want—giving up us.”

You swallow hard, your throat tight as you look into his eyes, seeing the pain there, the desperation. You want to tell him he’s right. That you’ll run away with him, leave this town, this life behind. But the weight of your family’s expectations presses down on you like a stone, heavy and unyielding.

“It’s too late, Tony,” you whisper, your heart breaking with every word. “I can’t just walk away from everything I’ve been raised to believe in. My parents… they’ve worked so hard for this. For me. I have to marry Mr. Davis.”

Tony’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with frustration, but he doesn’t argue. He just holds you tighter, his breath warm against your skin as the silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words.

Eventually, you both rise, the morning light spilling across the room as you dress in the quiet. There’s a heaviness in the air now, a finality that neither of you want to acknowledge but can’t escape. Tony watches you, his gaze lingering on you like he’s trying to memorize every detail, every moment, as though this is the last time he’ll see you.

And maybe it is.

When you’re dressed, you stand by the door, your hand resting on the doorknob as you turn to look at him one last time. He’s standing in the middle of the room, his shirt half-buttoned, his hair tousled, his eyes dark and unreadable as he watches you.

“You’re really going to marry him?” Tony’s voice is quiet, almost broken.

You nod, your throat tightening with emotion. “I have to.”

Tony exhales sharply, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re gonna throw away everything we could’ve had?”

Tears prick at your eyes, but you blink them back, forcing yourself to stay strong. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “I wish things could be different.”

He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you, the pain in his eyes so raw it cuts through you like a knife.

You turn the doorknob and step outside into the early morning light, the cool air hitting your skin as you walk away from the cabin, away from the man you love. You don’t look back, because you know if you do, you won’t be able to leave.

And leaving is the only thing you can do.

When you return home, the sun has fully risen, casting the town in its usual bustle. You slip through the back door of your house, hoping to avoid your parents. But the moment you step inside, you’re greeted by the sound of their voices—raised, panicked.

“There you are!” your mother’s voice startles you as she rushes into the room, her face a mixture of worry and something else, something harder. “Where have you been all night?”

Your father stands behind her, his arms crossed, his expression grim. They both look at you, their eyes searching, waiting for an explanation.

“I—” you stammer, not knowing what to say. You can’t tell them the truth. You can’t tell them about Tony, about last night.

But then you realize something. The way your mother’s eyes flicker down to your clothes, her lips pressing into a thin line. The way your father’s brow furrows in disapproval. They’re not worried about where you’ve been.

They’re worried about what you’ve done.

“You were out all night,” your father says, his voice cold, accusatory. “Do you know what people will say? What Mr. Davis will think if he finds out?”

Your heart sinks, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut. They don’t care where you were. They don’t care about you. They care about the deal. About the marriage.

About the money.

“I’m fine,” you manage to say, your voice shaking. “I just… needed some air.”

Your mother steps closer, her eyes narrowing. “Air? All night?” She grabs your wrist, her grip tight, almost painful. “Don’t lie to us, Y/N. We raised you better than that.”

You pull your arm free, feeling a swell of anger rising in your chest. “You raised me to do what you want. To be obedient. To be… sold off to the highest bidder.”

The words spill out before you can stop them, and the look on your parents’ faces is enough to break your heart all over again.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” your father snaps, his face reddening. “You’re marrying Mr. Davis because it’s what’s best for this family. It’s a good match. He’s a respectable man with money. You’ll live comfortably.”

Comfortably. The word makes you sick.

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “You don’t care about me at all, do you? You don’t care that I’m miserable, that I don’t love him. You just want the money. You just want to be rid of me.”

Your mother’s face hardens, and she steps back, her arms folding across her chest. “You’re a woman, Y/N. You don’t get to choose. You do what’s best for the family.”

The weight of her words crashes down on you, and for the first time, you see it all clearly. To them, you’re not a daughter. You’re a bargaining chip. Something to be exchanged for status, for comfort, for wealth.

Tears spill down your cheeks, and you don’t bother wiping them away. “I’m nothing to you,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I’ve given up everything for you, for this family. And you don’t even see me.”

Without waiting for a response, you turn and flee up the stairs, slamming the door to your room behind you. You collapse onto the bed, sobbing into the pillow, the weight of your heartbreak pressing down on you with every breath.

You sacrificed your love. You gave up Tony—the only man who has ever truly seen you—for them. For their approval, their pride.

And they don’t even care.

As the tears flow, you clutch the pillow tighter, your body shaking with sobs, feeling like you’ve lost everything.

Because in a way, you have.

The bells of the small town church ring out, echoing through the streets as the townsfolk gather inside. It’s a bright, beautiful day—perfect for a wedding. But as you stand in the back room, staring at your reflection in the mirror, you feel anything but beautiful.

Your wedding dress, a gift from your mother, feels heavy on your body, suffocating you in its lace and satin. The delicate veil drapes over your face, hiding the tears that have been falling for what feels like hours now. Your heart is in shambles, your mind replaying every moment from that night at Tony’s ranch—his hands, his voice, his warmth. You’d given yourself to him, knowing you would never belong to him in the end. And now, here you are, about to marry a man you can hardly bear to look at.

Mr. Davis is already at the altar, waiting for you with that smug, self-satisfied grin. The old man’s wealth, his power, and the promise of a “secure future” are the only reasons this marriage is happening. He doesn’t love you. He doesn’t even know you. You’re just another possession to him, another thing he can buy. Your stomach churns at the thought, bile rising in your throat.

“Y/N,” your mother’s voice cuts through your thoughts, sharp and commanding. “Stop fidgeting. You look perfect. Everyone is waiting.”

You nod mechanically, trying to hold back the tears as you glance at your father. He stands by the door, ready to walk you down the aisle, his expression one of pride. Pride for what? Selling his daughter to the highest bidder? The thought makes your heart ache, but you push it aside. You’ve done everything they’ve ever asked of you. Now, you’ll give them this too.

With a deep breath, you plaster a smile onto your face, the kind of smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. The kind of smile that hides the storm inside you.

Your father offers you his arm, and together, you step out of the back room and into the church, where everyone turns to watch you walk down the aisle. You keep the smile on your face, even as your eyes sting with unshed tears. You can’t look at Mr. Davis. You focus on the path ahead, on the steps that lead to a future you don’t want.

Each step feels heavier than the last, like you’re marching toward your own execution. The faces of the townsfolk blur together as you pass them, whispering among themselves, commenting on how beautiful you look, how lucky Mr. Davis is.

Lucky. The word burns in your throat. He’s the lucky one, while you’re the one being sacrificed.

As you reach the altar, Mr. Davis takes your hand, his touch cold and unfeeling. His smile is smug, as though he knows he’s won. You force yourself to smile back, even though your entire body screams to run.

The priest begins speaking, his voice a distant murmur in your ears as you stand there, your hand trembling in Mr. Davis’s grasp. You can barely hear what he’s saying, the weight of your decision pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

“And if anyone has any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony,” the priest intones, “speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

You swallow hard, your heart racing, but the church is silent. No one will say anything. No one ever does.

Until suddenly, the heavy church doors burst open.

The room gasps collectively, heads turning in unison, and you whip your head around, your breath catching in your throat.

Tony.

He’s standing in the doorway, out of breath, his chest heaving as though he’s just run the whole way here. His clothes are rumpled, dust clinging to his boots and jacket, but his eyes—those familiar, dark, intense eyes—are locked on you. There’s a fire in them, the same fire you’ve seen every time he’s looked at you, and in that moment, you can’t breathe.

“I oppose,” Tony’s voice rings out, cutting through the stunned silence of the church.

A murmur ripples through the crowd. You hear the shocked whispers, the gasps of disbelief. Everyone in town knows Tony Stark—the wild, reckless cowboy with a bad reputation, the man who never settled down, who was always chasing trouble. He’s the last person anyone would expect to stand up in a church and object to a wedding.

But there he is.

And he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

“I want to marry her,” Tony says, his voice strong, determined. “I love her. And I think she deserves a damn sight better than this.”

Your heart skips a beat, the smile you’ve been forcing on your face faltering, replaced by something real—something you can’t hold back. A spark of hope flickers inside you, one you thought had been extinguished.

Mr. Davis lets out a low, indignant growl beside you. “This is absurd! You have no right—”

“I have every right,” Tony interrupts, stepping forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “Because she deserves a choice. And I’m askin’ her to give me a chance.”

The room is a storm of murmurs, people shaking their heads, some in shock, some in disapproval. Your parents are frozen, your mother’s face pale with rage, your father’s lips pressed into a tight line.

But none of that matters.

Not when Tony’s standing there, looking at you with hope in his eyes, his heart on his sleeve.

“Y/N,” Tony calls softly, his voice cutting through the chaos. “You don’t have to go through with this. Not for them. Not for anyone. Come with me.”

Your hands tremble, your heart pounding in your chest as the reality of the moment crashes down on you. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you, waiting for your decision. You look over at Mr. Davis, his face red with fury, his hand tightening on your wrist.

You pull away from him, shaking your head slowly, your eyes stinging with fresh tears. You turn toward your parents, who are glaring at you with a mixture of shock and anger, but for the first time in your life, their opinions don’t matter. They don’t get to decide your future anymore.

Tony’s standing at the entrance, his hand outstretched, waiting for you.

Your lips curve into a real, genuine smile, the weight lifting off your chest as you step forward, toward him.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, but your voice is steady, filled with a new kind of strength. “I can’t do this.”

Before anyone can stop you, you lift your skirts and run down the aisle, your heart soaring with every step. The crowd gasps as you pass, but you don’t care. All you can see is Tony, waiting for you, his eyes shining with love and relief.

When you reach him, he pulls you into his arms, lifting you off the ground in a tight embrace, his laughter warm against your skin.

“I knew you’d come,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

You laugh through your tears, clinging to him like a lifeline. “I love you, Tony.”

Without another word, the two of you turn and dash out of the church, leaving behind the stunned whispers, the shocked gasps, the world you were so desperate to escape. You run toward freedom, toward the future you’ve chosen, with Tony by your side.

As you burst through the church doors and into the sunlight, the weight that’s been crushing you for so long finally lifts, and for the first time in your life, you feel truly free.

Tony helps you up onto his horse, and you take one last glance at the church behind you, at the life you’ve left behind. Your parents stand in the doorway, their faces a mixture of disbelief and fury, but you turn away from them, focusing on what lies ahead.

With a grin, Tony swings up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nudges the horse into motion. Together, you ride off into the horizon, the wind whipping through your hair, laughter bubbling up in your chest as you leave everything else behind.

You’ve made your choice. You’ve chosen love. And as you look over your shoulder at Tony, his smile wide and bright, you know you’ve chosen right.

I was (I am) crying while writing this I swear, maybe a part 2 where Tony and y/n are happily together?

If I made you cry don't forget to leave a like, a reblog and even a follow if you want to read more! <3

[whimsiwitchy]

I hear the secrets that you keep (series)

chapter two: life isn’t real

Pedro Pascal x F!reader 

series masterlist

series summary: 24 year old y/n is an insecure and struggling actress in Los Angeles until she finally books a leading role in a big Hollywood movie next to her leading male, Pedro Pascal. A spark of friendship flickers between the two and slowly begins to blossom into something more. As y/n is navigating a new found fame and a new found romance, she fears that a lie she has been sitting on might ruin everything.

Warnings: plus size reader (no specific description of reader, slight descriptions of weight: stomach fat, stretch marks, etc.), hefty age gap (24 years/14 years), female anatomy description, she/her pronouns, use of gendered terms (girl, girly, etc.), y/n used, descriptions of nudity, swearing,  use of the word fat, warnings may change as the story progresses. 

authors note: Hi everyone. Thank you so much to those who read and liked chapter one. I was so excited logging in and seeing the engagement. This chapter might be a little boring as we are leading up to actually filming the movie, the pace should be picking up soon! I hope you enjoy chapter two! <3

chapter summary: y/n processes everything and prepares to start production. 

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“Oh shit..”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt as if your spirit had jumped out of your body and watched as you received the news of your life changing forever. You were frozen. You could hear Angie speaking on the other line but all you could do is stand there and cry tears of joy and bewilderment. When you finally came to your senses, you caught the end of Angie telling you she was coming over. The two of you partied and celebrated all night long. You were on a high of life. 

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It had been a few weeks since the audition and the excitement slowly died down. Fear started to replace that feeling of excitement with all of your insecurities plummeting to the front end of your brain like an avalanche. You knew fear wouldn’t be a stranger on this journey and it first accompanied you when Angie asked if you had shared the good news with your family yet. When you told her you hadn’t said anything to them, she asked why. You simply told her that you wanted to enjoy the moment for yourself before celebrating with everyone else. She accepted that answer and the two of you went about your day, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the truth. 

The truth was that you were scared. Terrified that all of this would go away in the blink of an eye. That the casting director had made a mistake. Maybe there was another y/n that auditioned and got the part. Maybe they realized that you weren’t good enough or even decided to rethink their options. They did make a decision pretty quickly. Usually it took weeks to hear back from casting, not four measly hours. You weren’t someone who often doubted their talent. You did however often doubt how someone may perceive you. You knew you were a capable actress, but you saw the other women auditioning. They were gorgeous. Perfect smiles, perfect style, and most importantly, they were skinny. 

You had always been an insecure person when it came to your body. You became hyper aware of your weight at a heartbreakingly young age. For as long as you could remember, you had been sucking your stomach in and comparing yourself to other girls constantly. You had always believed that you were a pretty person and you had some confidence, but it all seemed to wither away once you grasped the concept that other people might not see all the great qualities and beauty you held behind the weight. You knew that being a plus size actress was possible, but being a plus size leading love interest alongside one of hollywood's hottest bachelors was different than just playing the fat funny friend. You were scared of what people would say about you and filming hadn’t even started yet

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Before you knew it, a whole month had passed and life went back to normal. You were sitting on your couch watching Twilight for the thousandth time and eating hot cheetos when you heard a knock. You stood up, licked the cheeto dust off of your fingers and made your way to the door. You stood on your toes looking through the peephole to see that it was Angie. The two of you gave each other a quick greeting and made your way to the couch. Once you guys sat down, she pulled out a large manilla envelope from her bag and held it out towards you. 

“Is that what I think it is?” you asked with a hint of excitement in your voice and a smile. She doesn’t say anything, she simply gives a warm smile and passes you the envelope. You take it and can immediately feel the slight heaviness it holds. You stare down at the envelope that has your name written in black marker. “What are you waiting for? Open it!” She practically screams. You slowly open the envelope pulling back each of the metal prongs and peeling back the top flap. You reach your hand in and pull out a thick packet. Setting the envelope to the side, your eyes begin to well up with tears. Inside the envelope held the script. On the front it read “Risky Disco” in big bold letters. You can’t help but laugh as a tear falls down your face. “I’m so proud of you y/n. You finally did it, this is your big moment! I can’t believe I’m the best friend of a movie star!!” Angie jokes as she gives you a tight hug. You cry into her shoulder as she holds you. 

Once you composed yourself, the two of you caught up while eating some take out. After eating, Angie begged you to read through the script. The writing was just as cringy as the title. The movie was literally just a guy time traveling, roller skating, and getting it on with a bunch of women. What a shocker. It wasn’t until half way through when your character showed up.

Janet Cromwell. 

“Janet is a sexy name, you’re gonna look so hot in this movie.” Angie says with a giggle.

“If I get to wear gogo boots, I’ll be oozing sexy, just you wait.” Both of you laugh and continue to read. Angie was dramatically reciting the lines of Daniel Mendez, my character’s “boy toy” as described in the brief character description. She stops abruptly and her eyes go wide. You give her a questioning look. “Oh my fucking god! I was right! You get to be sexed up by Pedro Pascal!” She says as she folds over into fits of laughter. You yank the script out of her hand and look for what she was talking about. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as you read over the description of a very passionate sex scene that you had to perform with the very man you’ve been trying to get your mind off of since you left the audition room. 

When Angie brought up that he was the main character in the movie, you honestly didn’t know much about him. You had heard his name in passing and had most likely seen him in a show or film at some point in your life, but it wasn’t a name that you could put to a face, even if it were a life or death situation. When you got home after the audition, you whipped out your phone and did a little research. You looked at picture after picture, he was such a beautiful man and just as Angie said, he was indeed pushing 50. That didn’t stop the fact that you thought he was sexy as hell. You couldn’t get the way he smirked at you out of your head. 

“You know, you were right. He is pretty hot.” You smirked and leaned back into the couch, setting the script down on the coffee table in the process. Angie shot up from her hunched over position.“I told you he was! What picture did it for you because I personally love th-” You cut her off before she could continue rambling on. “I didn’t see a picture of him.” She looked at you with a puzzled face. “Oh well did you watch one of his movies or something because I can also tell you which one of those made me-"

"He’s who I read lines with at the audition.” You said calmly. Angie stopped speaking and just stared at you, giving you a few slow blinds before speaking again. “WHAT?!?!?” You laugh at her reaction and cover your face as you blush remembering how you felt during the reading. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that? I have so many questions. Was he even hotter in person? Did he smell good? Oh my god…did you shake his hand? Did you get to touch that god of a man? Were his hands soft?” You waited until she was done rambling to tell her all about the encounter.

 “Well I might have shook his hand when I first walked into the room. I told you I was nervous and just introduced myself to everyone at the table. I think I blacked out a little at that point to be honest.” She’s giving you all of her attention as you continue. “ I just did what I needed to do and it felt good. When they asked me to read lines, he just kind of appeared. I really don’t remember him being there before that point.” You reminisce the moment you looked at him.“He caught me so off guard. His eyes were so intense.” You pause for a brief second. “Ang…I’ve never felt like that before. Like I had all of his attention, like there was no one else in the room with us.” You looked back up at Angie. She was wearing a soft smile. “You better get ready girlie pop. You’re gonna have to see that man shirtless in all of his glory. You’ll have to kiss him and caress his manly chest-” Your face heats up and you smack her arm before she can continue on about what you might have to do with Pedro. 

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You’re getting ready for bed when you get a notification. You reached over to grab your phone and saw that Angie had sent you an email. You gasp as you read the subject line. 

“Risky Disco Filming Schedule- Fleeting Productions” 

You fumble to open the email as quickly as you can. “Holy shit..” You whisper as you read over your schedule for the next few months. First up was a table read with the entire cast, one week from today. Followed by costume fittings, dance rehearsals, roller skate call, dress rehearsals and intimacy coaching. Your eyes linger on the last one a little longer than the rest. You skim over the rest of the schedule that is filled with various filming dates. Your scenes are being filmed sporadically, giving you time in between to lock in your lines and prepare to be in the presence of a curtain man. 

You were really excited for the table read. They were always so much fun. Everyone gets to showcase their interpretation of their characters early on and as time goes on, you get to see the progression of those characters. You already had an idea of how you would go about playing Janet, but it will ultimately depend on how Pedro plays Daniel and what the director wants. 

Shit. In one week you’ll be face to face with Pedro again and instead of running a few lines together, you’ll be reading about 30 minutes worth of dialogue. If the table read goes in the same direction the audition did, you’re fucked. You just hope you can avoid him outside of reading lines for as long as possible. You really don’t want to embarrass yourself…

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Thank you for reading <3

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[weirdthinkingdragon]

One Obsessed Actor

Idk laws and contracts of actors so if it's wrong go with it. 

Yandere male actor x gn reader

Yandere who is a super famous actor starring as the male lead love interest in the upcoming romance/action movie. They initially thought nothing of you who were just a side actor for the movie with just a few lines.

However, unlike many others who weren't too into it, even some of the higher role cast, you were giving it your all in your lines. He respected that. That alone got him to interact with you a few times and he rather liked your interests that he got you to bring up. 

As time went on, you were eventually recorded for your lines and were still allowed back onto the set. Mostly because oddly enough you became friends with the main actor. Others- especially the lead love interest woman- weren't too happy, but they couldn't do anything about it. He's the one that demanded you to be there or he'd refuse to continue acting in the movie. 

Last time you weren't allowed on set by the female lead love interest, he walked off set and stood by you out of the building, shocking everyone. That made the others begrudgingly agree to let you back in. The director didn’t really care, but the others were annoyed he always seemed more inclined to talk to you than them. 

The lead woman seemed to make it her mission to get you off the set since you no longer needed to be there. You knew what she was trying to do. So did the director and the male lead actor. Even many of the others quickly pick up on it but do nothing from the drastic measures the male actor did before.   

With time you noticed he seemed to get more and more agitated by her attempts. One time in spite or whatever was going on with her, she tried to burn you by “accidentally” dropping a very hot beverage on you. He steps in for you and gets burned instead, getting her in a lot of serious trouble. Thankfully it wasn’t too hot, so the burn wasn’t too bad. You still kept apologizing to him that he got burned instead. He kept brushing your apology off, telling you he wanted to do it. A part of you thinks he enjoys the attention his burn gave him with you. You were the only one allowed to help put ointment on the burns. 

Eventually though, the woman gets kicked out by being involved in something you didn't feel like digging into. She’s been a royal thorn for weeks. She struggled in the grip of two men who were taking her away to be sent to jail. She yelled before being dragged off set and arrested that she was framed. No one believed her. 

He had a grin on his face that seemed too genuine for the situation. You knew he kept a friendly smile to everyone to stay more well-liked, but this still felt wrong in a way you couldn't explain. Like he was glad she was gotten rid of. 

The movie wasn't even close to finished yet, but they couldn't find anyone similar enough to her to fill the role and redo all of them again. 

He comes up with the idea to change the story where he as the character can't find her character. That her character disappeared or stopped responding to his. And in the gloom of his character, he meets yours. Therefore making YOU the new love interest. 

You were absolutely gobsmacked he said that and you didn't even know what to say. Just frozen with a numb brain.

The director liked the idea to a point but didn't want you to be the new love interest as you're not a famous person so likely views and sales would tank. They managed to find a fairly famous actor who was willing to fill the role instead. 

He absolutely refused and threatened to walk off set right then and there, never to come back if they went through with having that person be the new love interest. Besides, there are enough people and characters in the movie. What would be the point of adding another person? They'd have to pay the actor quite a lot too for the sudden demand.

The director eventually disheartenedly agrees.

It was a way higher role than you’ve ever had, but you refused to back down at the opportunity and worked hard on the new lines and scenes that had to be created for you. 

It gets to the final end scene of the movie. In the end kissing scene, it was supposed to be incredibly "romantic". You were unsure how to feel about having to kiss such an actor who’s also your friend at this point. But it had to be done. Just a quick kiss and things could be over with. 

You force yourself to get into character. “How do I know you’ll always be there for me?” 

He cups his left hand on your face and looks at you adoringly. It’s so convincing that it seems genuine how much he loves you. “I would kill if I had to in order to keep you by my side. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t live without you.”

… That wasn’t his line from the script. You don’t get a chance to say anything to stop the scene before his hand is on the back of your head, pulling your face to his, having his lips collide with yours.  

He had so much fervor like he genuinely wanted to kiss. Is this why he’s such a prized actor? 

“Cut!!” 

You put your hand on his chest and shove him away. Your face feels like it’s more than on fire and you can’t look him in the eye. He only answers by chuckling. You end up running off to cool your face off. 

“That was a bit different than what it was supposed to be, but it was so good that I can’t complain. That was incredible!” 

“Well, because it’s genuine.”

Dead. Silence. 

“What??? So that’s why you wanted them???”

His face formed a massive grin, knowing what saying this out loud would bring. It will be chaotic, but the public is much more willing to listen to him than you. And no jealous fans will be able to get to you. After all, you’re coming with him sooner than later whether you like it or not. 

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An: if I was more creative rn I would have made this a fic

[togrowoldinv]

Through Her Eyes

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

While tucking your daughter in, Natasha overhears you telling the little girl about her mama’s hero ways

Note: This is incredibly soft Mama Nat. I really liked writing this one. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

You’re in the kitchen cleaning when you hear Natasha reading to your children in the other room.

You have no doubt that she’s got two curled up on her lap and the other ones aren’t sitting too far away despite thinking they’re too old for bedtime stories.

“The End,” you hear your wife say. “Alright, come on. It’s bedtime.”

“No! No!” She’s met with resistance.

“It’s time, my sweet girls,” she says simply. But you can tell they don’t agree when you hear no footsteps heading for the stairs. “We can do this the hard way.”

“Oh snap,” you hear your oldest daughter say. No doubt, Nat gives her a look.

You decide to step into the room.

“How are we doing in here?” You ask. Nat shakes her head. “It’s getting pretty late.”

“It’s early, Mom!” Belle, the five year old, says, jumping out of Nat’s lap and running to you.

You lift her up and into your arms. She leans her head on your shoulder and you kiss her forehead. She’s definitely sleepy.

“Let’s take this party upstairs,” you say. Natasha lifts Taylor, your two year old, off the couch and carries her up the stairs after you.

She takes Taylor to her bedroom and she goes down without much difficulty. Nat kisses her goodnight and comes to find you in Belle’s room.

“Is Mama a superhero?” Belle asks you as you tuck her in.

Nat stays at the door, just out of sight of you two.

“Well, yes she is,” you say. “But who told you that?”

Natasha hasn’t really been going on many missions lately and you are pretty sure only the older kids know that she is the Black Widow.

“Someone at school,” she says with a shrug. “Does she fight bad guys?”

“Your Mama saves innocent people and helps keep everyone safe,” you explain.

“Like us?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” you tell her. “Your Mama keeps us so safe.”

You pull the covers up further and she snuggles with them, reaching for your hand to hold. You always let her hold it as long as she needs.

“Belle?”

“Yes Mommy?”

“Do you know that feeling you get when Mama holds you?” You ask. She makes a cute thinking face, scrunching her eyebrows like Natasha does, and you explain further. “She makes you feel warm and comfy.”

“Yes!” She giggles through the answer. “I love Mama.”

You smile so widely that your cheeks hurt.

“I love her too. And I love you so much, baby.” You kiss her forehead and she lets go of your hand, finally ready to go to sleep. “Sweet dreams, Belle.”

“Goodnight Mommy,” she mumbles as her eyes close.

You get up and turn off her light as you close the bedroom door behind you.

Natasha pulls at your arm and leads you into your bedroom.

“Natasha, baby, what’s-“

She interrupts you by pulling you into a giant hug. Her arms hold you tighter than they ever have as she buries her face in your neck. You feel your shirt getting wet under her eyes.

“Natasha, are you okay?” You ask, rubbing her back.

“You just- you always know exactly what to say to them,” Natasha says, her voice muffled with emotion and being so close to you.

“It’s just the truth, my love,” you say. “Hey, look at me, baby.”

She lifts her head off your shoulder and looks at you. Tears continue to fall down her face as she swallows hard.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” you tell her, holding her face in your hands. “You can let out, Natasha. I’m right here.”

She cries silently for a few minutes before she opens her mouth to speak.

“I love you so much,” she says. “I love our family and I love you.”

“I’m so in love with you, Natasha Romanoff. And I will be forever and ever.”

You kiss her lips softly and she melts against you.

“I’m going to run you a bath and tell the big kids that we’re going to bed early, okay?” You say. You can tell she wants to relax and sleep after these emotions.

“Okay, detka. Thank you.”

“Always, my love.”

You kiss her once more before you retreat to the bathroom and then down the stairs. The kids are satisfied with your explanation that Nat has a headache and they can stay up as long as they want.

When you get back upstairs, Nat is still sitting on the bed and not in the tub like you expected.

“Join me?” She asks, a smirk on her face. You can’t help but grin at the sight.

“Come on, my sneaky wife,” you say, taking her hand and leading her into the bathroom.

She kisses your lips and kicks the door closed behind her.

Natasha is a superhero. She’s your superhero.

[fyeahaudiodrama]

Happy @podcastgirlsweek to all who celebrate! While I haven't had the time to properly work on fics (and probably won't this week because oops, hurt my hands yesterday) I still wanted to take the time to highlight some favorite podcast girlies along with everyone else!

The prompt for Monday is highlighting podcasts with women in the leading roles, so here's a few of mine (and hopefully, some new ones of yours if you don't know them yet):

Back Again, Back Again: Ilyaas, you absolutely fantastic disaster of a fantasy ace, never stop trying.

Breathing Space: While the show is anthology with a rotating cast, some of my favorites from across its run include:

Evie Yuriskin

Amity Archer

Any characters who were introduced one episode and then started referring to each other as "my wife" by the end or by their next appearance

Camlann: Some apocalypse survivors interpret dangerous dreams about dark magic to cope. Some knit sweaters. Both are valid and should kiss.

City of Ghosts: Featuring the grungy, disgruntled, tormented-by-visions LADY detective of your dreams.

Desperado: Take note - give your ladies knives. And god powers. And witchcraft. And a sniper rifle, for good measure.

Do You Copy?: I think [REDACTED] deserves three weeks of paid vacation

Fawx & Stallion: Madge Stallion is THE moment. She's six feet tall. She can't stop making innuendos. She's not your fucking Mrs. Hudson (although, she is - no, I shan't say).

Hi Nay: Mari & Laura are my everything - the loving and self-sacrificing hero and the newfound friend who chooses to stand by her side (fire axe and all).

Inn Between: Oh, my Inn Between girlies, where do I start? Fina and Betty, the OGs and life partners that even death couldn't stall? Rosie and Zara, the new best pals who chose to stay together? Phoebe, just one step at a time learning what she deserves and what she doesn't? All impeccable, A+.

It Makes A Sound: Any show focused on music is going to be a slam dunk for me, but Deirdre's quest to reclaim her memories as well as those that tied her to her mother is so damn real and compelling.

The Kingmaker Histories: No female character in this show has ever done anything wrong. Colette gets a migraine pass. Ariadne can turn people inside out. Daphne is owed this for working in a theme park.

Life With LEO(h): Janiiiiiine, so messy and smart and dedicated and she cares so much, I love yoooooou.

Me and AU: Kate's worries and desires and doubts are some of the realest out of any audio drama so when do I find an Ella too

Palimpsest: My faaaaavorite gothic horror anthology, each one fresh with a different brand of haunted, tormented, secret-keeping (and quite frequently gay) gothic protagonist

The Pasithea Powder: Jane and Sophie. Sophie and Jane. What more could you need? <3

The Silt Verses: Women who start cults/leave cults/seek an end to the endless cycle of meaningless sacrifice as so valid. For all your wet cat(fish) woman needs.

Second Star to the Left: Because I always love a good Ishani performance. Hi Gwen, please tell Boots I love them.

Small Victories: You want sad wet cat women? How about one that literally can't stop self-sabotaging (but at least manages to draw the line at sabotaging others...occasionally). She even gets stabbed!

Starfall: I mean, kind of a given, but anyway, Leona definitely exists because she's the kind of action protagonist woman I always wanted - one that could be unapologetically powerful, but still full of flaws and desires (especially ones that weren't about falling in love and minimizing her own strengths). She's even autistic!

Stories From Ylelmore: Keryth! Keryth, Keryth, Keryth! She reminds me so much of the kinds of characters I would make up when I was younger - I love her and her small magic so dearly.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: Hi queer space pirates <3

Unseen: Another anthology show, but Harry Winters and Never-Ending Circles remains one of the most perfect premiere episodes I've ever heard in audio drama.

The Way We Haunt Now: Get your podcast ladies here, dead or alive!

We Fix Space Junk: My favorite type of repairman is a woman who could kick my ass.

Wolf 359: I don't think I need say much more here - y'all know and love 'em just as much as I do.

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Scorched Shadows Part 5

Eris x AzrielsSister!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but after a bargain is made between them, things begin heating up. This takes place before Under the Mountain.

CW: overprotective brothers, mentions of a past toxic relationship, alcohol, eris being a little shit

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Year 4

It had been a year since that night. The night that the bond had snapped.

You'd screamed into your pillow, sobbed yourself to sleep, and tried to ignore that string in your chest, leading you to him. In fact, that had been your little routine nearly every night.

You wouldn't call yourself a romantic, but you had grown up hearing stories about mates. Your mother would tell you romantic tales to calm you down during that hour that you saw her.

You'd always dreamed of finding a mate--one you loved. But Eris was far from that. In fact, you despised him. To have him as your mate, of all people . . . it was a cruel twist of fate.

You hadn't told a single soul about the bond. You didn't even dare to speak it out loud. Even your shadows hadn't repeated the word 'mate' since.

But you decided to put your self pity aside for a few days. Rhysand was taking the family--except Cassian--to the Summer Court for a nice vacation. Cassian was quite upset about it, but he had been banned, and you weren't giving up the beach for him.

Mor had let you borrow a black bikini--one you knew your brothers wouldn't approve of. It was skimpy enough to leave little to the imagination.

You found Rhys already on the beach, sitting on a chair with his wings put away, a pair of sunglasses on. Mor settled down on a towel beside him, stretching out to tan.

"Az is gonna make you change if he sees you in that," Rhys warned you.

"Mor gave it to me," you shrugged. He raised a brow at his cousin, who only grinned.

"You're lucky Cassian isn't here," Rhys joked. You just rolled your eyes at him as you sat in the chair beside his.

You closed your eyes, sighing contently as you relaxed. The smell of sea salt made you at ease, as did the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

"I want a drink," Mor complained, propping herself up with her hands as she tilted her head towards the sun.

"I can get us some," you offered, getting to your feet as you adjusted your bikini bottoms.

"Get me a piña colada," she said, flopping back onto her towel. You raised a brow at her until she added, "Please."

You went to the beach bar, tucking your wings in so you didn't hit anybody with them. Leaving the Night Court as an Illyrian was humbling. Everyone stared at you all of the time. Your shadows didn't help.

"Two piña coladas, please," you ordered with a polite smile.

The bartender nodded as you paid for your drinks. You sighed, leaning your arms on the bar as you waited.

“A male is staring,” your shadows sang to you.

Your shadows had always brought gawking males to your attention, and you loved making those males uncomfortable for their staring.

“Are you enjoying the view?” you called, not bothering to turn around.

“Very much."

You knew the voice immediately. The string in your chest went taut, something it hadn't done since the bond had snapped. You spun around, finding yourself facing Eris.

He wore much simpler clothing than you were used to seeing him in. Summer Court clothing. Of course, his face was as perfect as you remembered. That would never change despite how much you wanted it to.

His scent of cinnamon and bonfire smoke seemed so out of place in the Summer Court. While you had worn bracelets to cover your bargain tattoo, his was on full display.

"Stare at some other females ass," you glared once you had recovered from your shock.

“None of them measure up to yours," he taunted. You wrinkled your nose.

“You'll have to make due," you replied.

“Such a shame," he sighed with exaggeration. "I’ll have to store the view away for later.”

“Pig," you snarled. He only laughed, which managed to piss you off even more. “Are you stalking me?”

“I’m here for business," he shrugged. "I noticed a particularly attractive female, and I didn’t realize it was you until I got closer."

You very much doubted that. How many other females had wings and shadows?

"How could you tell I was attractive?" you demanded. "You only saw the back of me."

"The back is all I need," he grinned. You groaned, rolling your eyes at him.

"Two piña coladas," the bartender said, placing them on the table. You thanked him before picking the drinks up.

"You bought me a drink? How thoughtful," Eris teased.

"The other is for Mor," you said. "And I suggest you leave before she sees you."

"I would if I could, but as I said, I'm here on business," he reminded you.

"What business?" you demanded.

"Autumn Court business," he replied vaguely. "Speaking of my Court, you left in a haste the last time I saw you."

You froze up at the mention of that night. You'd been hoping he wouldn't bring it up.

"I wasn't feeling well," you lied.

"Really?" he challenged. "So the bond didn't snap for you, too?"

So it had snapped for him. You'd been wondering for the last year. You had hoped that he was completely oblivious to the bond you shared.

You knew the Autumn Court took mating bonds very seriously. If his father knew about it, you would be forced to marry Eris. And if your brothers refused to allow you, he could start a war over your hand. You would have no choice.

You thought of how Mor got out of marriage with him. You weren't a virgin. You had lost your virginity at 18 to an older Illyrian male in Windhaven named Marcus. He had told you he loved you, then broken your heart for another young female after he got what he wanted from you. After that, you'd been careful about who you gave yourself to. You'd only been with a handful of males since.

"I'm not a virgin," you blurted.

He stared at you, wide eyed and confused before breaking into laughter. Your face went red at the sound.

"What?" he laughed, his eyes twinkling.

"You can't force me to marry you; I'm not a virgin," you repeated.

"First of all, I wasn't planning on forcing you to marry me," he said. "And second, once the mating bond is in place, none of that matters. You'd still be my property, and I'd still have to marry you. If my father knew. But he doesn't. And I'm not going to tell him."

"Why not?" you asked warily.

"Because I have no interest in marrying you," he answered bluntly. You didn't know why the words almost made you flinch. You had no interest in marrying him, either.

You went to reply, trying to find harsh words that would hurt him, but your shadows began to swirl around you.

"Brother approaching," they warned.

Your head turned slightly, eyes meeting Azriel's as he neared the both of you.

"I heard you were here on business, but I did not expect you to have the nerve to speak to my sister," Azriel snapped, his hazel eyes narrowed at the male.

"We were just catching up," Eris smirked, winking at you.

"Leave her alone," Azriel snarled.

With that, your brother led you away with his hand on the small of your back. Your scarred hands still held the drinks, and his shadows moved to cover your ass from Eris's view as you turned away from him.

"You're changing into a different bathing suit," Azriel grumbled.

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Seeing Clearly - Chapter. 12 The Millers

Hi Everyone! This is the end of our main story. There will be an epilogue and maybe some follow up one shots, especially if anyone wants to request that. Thanks to everyone who has interacted, reblogged, liked, and commented. This is my first fan fiction and it's been such a joy to write and to post. Love you all! There is a character name reveal (it's pretty obvious sorry) and the fluff in this one is real. Unrealistic happy ending for Peepaw Joel and Ash.

Chapter Warnings: FLUFF (so much it'll make you sick), angst, cursing, smut, spanking, squirting, unprotected PIV, oral female and male receiving, all consensual - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!OC Plus Size

Chapter Summary: The newest Miller is born. You and Joel finally get on the same page. 4.9K

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Chapter 12. The Millers

“Shh, it’s okay little baby. Yeah, see, let me hand you to your big, strong Uncle Joel,” you coo and smile brightly as you pass the most perfect little baby girl you’ve ever held into Joel’s waiting arms. “Hi little angel, she looks just like Maria, thank God,” Joel says shooting you a wink and a smirk that says, ‘watch this’ as Tommy says, “HEY! I heard that!” from the kitchen.

It’s been a few days since the baby was born and you’ve been sleeping on the couch at Maria and Tommy’s taking shifts looking after their new little one. You and Joel hadn’t been able to be alone or talk much at all. Just exchanging glances and quick kisses in the hallway when no one was around.

“Hey,” Joel whisper shouts and then grabs your hand when you come out of the bathroom and pulls you to him. “Hi,” you whisper back, smiling up at him. He pulls you in for a kiss, its chaste and sweet but it still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Then he pulls you into a hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his middle. He hides his face in your neck and breathes you in. You’re certain you don’t smell great, no shower for a couple of days, dealing with newborn baby things you won’t mention by name, but Joel relaxes into the hug with a sigh of pure contentment. Tommy walks around the corner and you jump apart. “Well, don’t let me interrupt,” he says with a wink and Joel flips him the bird. Those moments are few and far between, always interrupted by someone in the Miller family and don’t lead to any talk of substance. Just stolen kisses and embraces that feel like you’re flying.

Back in the living room, Maria sits in the big cozy chair, smiling Joel holding the baby, while Ellie sits on the couch with her pad and colored pencils. Ellie says excitedly, “Okay, okay, I’ve waited long enough, what’s her name so I can draw this sign for her room!” Tommy walks into the room and stands next to Maria smiling down at her, encouraging her to tell everyone with a nod. Joel sits down next to Ellie with the baby in his arms and you stand next to the fireplace.

 Maria finally speaks, “Okay, well, her name is Chloe…Sarah Miller.” The room goes quiet, your heart beats in your chest and tears form in your eyes, everyone looks to Joel, who is looking down at Chloe as a smile forms on his face, “Hey Chloe.” You want to run to him but this thing with you and he is all so new and so instead you’re frozen in place. “Your cousin, Sarah would have loved you so much, and now you share her name, little baby. And your other cousin, Ellie is gonna take good care of you your whole life, okay?” Ellie is holding tears back now too. Tommy and Maria look at each other with smiles. Joel looks up at you a tear streaming down his cheek but a big smile on his face as he says, “Chloe Sarah Miller, how about that? Thank you, Tommy, thank you, Maria. She’s perfect.” He wipes his cheek and laughs a little at himself. Tommy speaks then, “Well, Chloe, I think you’ve got your grumpy Uncle Joel wrapped around your finger, huh?” Joel takes the baby and passes her to Maria for a feeding, then Joel stands up and gives Tommy a bear hug and the two of them walk outside to the front porch all smiles.

Overwhelmed with all the emotion in the air, you retreat to the kitchen and sit down to get a moment to yourself. You think of all the things that have happened in the last few days. It’s all good stuff but it’s a lot. You feel like you have whiplash, and you’re afraid everything is going to come crashing down around you. Joel will decide he doesn’t want you and he’ll push you away. You’ll lose all this. Ellie, Maria, Tommy and Chloe. A family. You haven’t had a family in over 20 years, and when you were captured by the raiders you didn’t have time to think about what family would feel like anymore, you were living moment to moment trying to survive. For this to be taken from you now, you don’t think you could survive it.

You start to hear voices coming from the front porch, Joel and Tommy talking. “You two look mighty cozy, big brother,” Tommy says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Joel scoffs, “Tommy, it’s early. You need to keep your mouth shut, I don’t even know what’s going on, so I don’t need you guessin’ and making assumptions.” Tommy sighs, “Joel, listen to me, you’ve got somethin’ good goin’ with her, don’t ruin this for yourself. You seem happy, different, it’s a good thing.” It’s quiet for a moment until Joel speaks again, “I wouldn’t go that far, but I heard what you said, now drop it. Focus on bein’ a father to that baby of yours.” You feel your heart lurch in your chest. He doesn’t know what’s going on? What the fuck? Just a few days ago he confessed his affections for you, he looked you in the eye, and you thought, he might have been about to tell you he, that he, fuck, you’re so stupid. You had to get out of there, as soon as Tommy walks in the front door you have your boots pulled on, still unlaced but you hightail it out of there towards your apartment.

Joel stands and calls out to you, “Hey, Ash, where the hell are you going?” When you don’t respond he looks at Tommy, who shakes his head, “She heard you, you asshole, you better go make it right. You can lie to me about how you feel but you better tell her the truth and soon.” Joel nods slowly and takes off after you. Before you can reach the main street, he’s caught up to you. Damn your short legs. You stop when he grabs your arm gently and turns you to him. “Joel, I don’t want to hear it. One second you want me, the next you’re not sure what’s going on with us. I don’t think you understand how much your words and actions affect me. It’s not worth it. It hurts too much. I can’t have you wake up one day and decide I don’t matter,” your voice breaks and tears flood your eyes.

Joel grabs your face in his hands. “Ash, stop, baby listen. I don’t want Tommy in my business, what you heard was just what I was sayin’ to him to get him off my back. With the baby comin’, you and I haven’t had a chance to talk about this,” he gestures between you and himself. “And I wanted you to know before Tommy. You need to hear it first.” He wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumbs and smiles at you. You smile back, hopeful, scared, excited. Joel swallows, takes a deep breath and continues, “I love you. I’m so sorry it took me this lo—.” You shush him putting your fingers to his lips and closing your eyes as you whisper, “Say that again, Joel.” You feel him smile under your fingers and he whispers, “I love you.” Then he says it again, “I love you,” with a kiss, “I love you.” He puts his forehead to yours and you open your eyes as you say, “I love you, Joel. I think I always have.” He smiles big this time and so do you, and you kiss him again.

After a moment of stillness, togetherness, he says, “Come with me.” He grabs your tiny hand in his and walks you back to Tommy and Maria’s. He opens the door and leads you in with a hand at the small of your back. When you enter the living room, Tommy holding baby Chloe, Ellie drawing her name on her pad of paper, Maria knitting a blanket, they all look up expectantly. Joel takes your hand again and clears his throat, you have no idea what the fuck is going on but you’re along for the ride, whatever it is. Ellie breaks the silence, “What the fuck, Joel?” Joel scowls at her, “Ellie, language. Um, okay. I’m in love with Ash. I needed to tell her before anyone else, but I need her to know that we’re all on the same page here. I’m in love with her and she’s going to move back in with us, Ellie, if that’s okay with you. Even if it’s not okay with you, we’ll talk about it till it is because it’s happening. Everyone clear on this?” Maria smirks into her knitting needles, Ellie’s mouth is basically on the floor, Tommy can’t help the laugh that escapes him, and your cheeks are red. Then he does something you would never expect, he grabs your face and kisses you and says, “I love you, baby. And now everyone who matters knows. Wanna move in with me?” Chloe pipes in now with an incredibly adorable coo/giggle. And then everyone laughs except you and Joel who can’t stop smiling and looking into each other’s eyes.

Joel speaks again since you don’t respond, driving the point home, “I want everyone to know because I’m not letting one more stupid thing I do stop us from bein’ together. I wanna make you happy; I wanna make you laugh; I wanna make you smile. I wanna make you feel safe, every day and every night.” Ellie wolf whistles at that and Tommy smacks her on the back of the head lightly. “I want everyone in this town to know you’re mine and I’m all yours. So, again, will you move in with me?” You look around at everyone, they’re all waiting with bated breath. Then you look back up at Joel, his eyes, they’re always the key to unlocking him and right now, they’re hopeful and nervous and joyful and so you say, “Yes, Joel. I’ll move in with you, if it’s okay with Ellie.” Ellie speaks up, “Fine by me, just don’t be so loud that I can hear you out back, barf.” Another swat from Tommy. Joel looks happier than you’ve ever seen him, he kisses you again and says, “Okay, let’s go get your stuff.” You laugh, “What, right now?” He looks at you confused, “Uh, yeah, now, what… you need to wait till your lease is up?” You smirk at him then direct your attention to the others in the room, “Okay, we’ll be back in a little while, I guess. Are you all gonna be fine without us?” Maria and Tommy look at each other and smirk then Maria speaks, “You two lovebirds take your time, we’ll be here.” She winks at you and your cheeks go red again. Ellie gets up and hugs you and you look at Joel shocked, he smiles at you and then brings you both into his arms. Ellie yelps, “Ugh, our first family hug, I may die of cheesiness.” She starts to push you both away, “Mom, Dad, let go! Go “move in” we all know that’s just code for doin’ it.” Joel smiles, winks at you and says, “Oh no, babe, she cracked the code.” A resounding boo comes from Maria, Tommy and Ellie chimes in, Joel puts his arm around your shoulder and walks you out the front door.

“Baby,” Joel whispers and you look up at his beautiful face, “we are gonna move your stuff, but it was also code because I’m gonna make love to you till you beg me to stop.” You feel slick pooling in between your legs just at his voice and his words. “Okay,” you say to him with a coy smile. He looks serious and says, “Okay, what?” “Okay…Daddy?” you respond. His eyes roll in the back of his head in pleasure, and he kisses your temple, with a grunt and sighs, “Good girl. Look, I love you, honey. I’m not going anywhere; I’ll prove it to you every day till you believe it.” You breathe in his perfect scent and look into his eyes again before saying, “I believe it, Joel. But you can keep proving it too me, that sounds nice.” “I’ll prove it to you in some not so nice ways too, baby,” he says with a growl. “I like the sound of that too, Mr. Miller,” you tell him with a wink. “Alright then, let’s get you home,” with that Joel puts his hand in your back right pocket and walks you back down to main street to your temporary home.

You put the last of your things in a box to carry back to Joel’s house. All that was left was the black wolf Joel gave to you. He holds it in his hands as you walk over to him. You wrap your arms around him and give him a squeeze, he puts an arm around your shoulders holding you close and says, “You know I knew I loved you the night I painted this. It only took a few days to figure it out.” You hummed in response and let him keep talking. “I thought I was done feelin’ this way, I didn’t think I could fall in love anymore. And then you upend my life, how dare you?” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. “You said you liked it and soon as you got upstairs, I painted it. I didn’t even think I’d ever give it to you. Didn’t think I could ever be enough for you. I still don’t think I am.” You smack him on the ass in irritation at the thought, but he continues, “That mornin’ that we kissed, I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life than in that moment. And that’s what scared me. I shouldn’t be allowed to want somethin’ so much. Certainly, shouldn’t be allowed to have it.” He sighs, “But…I couldn’t help puttin’ this wolf with your things before you left. Couldn’t watch you leave though, too painful.” He squeezes you a little tighter, touching your face with the wolf in his hands softly, “I will never stop being sorry for hurtin’ you, Ash. I, I thought I was doin’ what was best, but I know now that staying away from you just hurt you more. I swear to you, I’ll never do it again. I’m right here, by your side, till the end.”

You press a kiss to the wolf and look up at Joel, his eyes are wet, and so are yours. “Joel, I really do forgive you. And I love my wolf. Actually…,” your cheeks turn pink, “the night you came here to talk to me and then you heard me, you know,” Joel looks at you with a smirk and a questioning look in his eyes now, “I actually used the wolf… down there, I don’t know what came over me.” He closes his eyes and holds the wolf a little tighter biting his lip to hold in a groan of pleasure. “Well, baby, we might just have to use it again sometime. But for now,” he says while he puts the wolf away in the box on the dresser, “I want ya all to myself. One more time, in this bed, a goodbye to our temporary time apart.” Joel turns back to you and takes your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours in a perfectly slow kiss.

Joel starts to pull up the hem of your shirt, “Can I take this off, baby?” You nod looking in his eyes, he slowly starts to pull all your clothes from you while you unbutton his flannel and move to his belt. In moments, you both stand in front of each other unclothed, taking in each other’s bodies. You touch first, touching shaking fingers to the scars littering Joel’s chest and stomach. Joel then touches you, putting a hand on your neck and running it down your collarbone to your breast that’s heaving with your quick breathing. His other hand petting your lovehandle and running down to your hip. He reaches for your ass and pulls you close to him. “Baby, you are perfect. I love every inch of this body of yours. Fuck, do you see what you do to me,” he groans as he pushes your head to look down at his rock-hard cock that’s pressing into your tummy.

You spit in you palm and take him in your hand. You hand is comically small compared to the size of him and you put your other hand in Joel’s, using him to help you down to your knees. Joel bites his bottom lip, looking down at you with adoration. “Baby, you don’t-,” his breath hitches in his throat as you take him into your mouth. His eyes close shut as you hum around his length. His hand flies to your hair, holding you in place. As he opens his eyes, he locks them with yours and a whimper flies from him. “Never seen anythin’ so pretty,” he barely gets the words out and you take him as far into your throat as you can while you cup his balls lightly. “Oh, fuck, baby, all the way? You takin’ all of me in your throat? Baby. God, s'perfect. Unnnggg. Baby, stop, stop, it’s so good, gonna make me come too soon,” he says brokenly, tapping your head lightly to get you to stop. You pull your mouth away, frowning, tears springing from your eyes. Joel smiles at your frown, “Oh, s'it make you sad not to have your mouth full of my cock, baby?” “Mmm hhm,” you say fighting a smile as Joel pulls you back up to standing.

You wince, “I’m gonna need a pillow for my knees next time, I’m not as spry as I used to be.” Joel chuckles as he takes off your glasses and sets them down on the nightstand, “You’re amazing, that was plenty spry, and I’ll make it my mission to find a knee pillow for just that purpose.” You smile up at him, a tinge of embarrassment colors your cheeks. “Hey, come here,” Joel commands as he pulls your mouth to his kissing you passionately, asking for more, more, more with his hands and his tongue. He tastes perfectly Joel, a flavor you’ve come to recognize and crave. He gently lays you down on the bed sideways, while he remains standing. He maneuvers your legs straight in the air resting on his chest and pulls your ass against the top of his thighs. He takes his fingers and slides them against your folds and groans, “I just knew you’d be soaked, always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” You whimper beneath him as he lines up his cock with your entrance and enters you slowly, relishing in every feeling, every touch of your bodies coming together. It's heaven. Nothing and no one has ever made you feel this good.

You moan so loudly and gutturally, overwhelmed with the size of Joel and the pleasure he’s giving you. Joel’s eyes turn black as he fucks into you slow and deep, “The fucking sounds you make drive me out of my mind.” You respond, your voice already raspy, “Don’t hold back, Joel, I can take it, give it to me.”  Joel’s eyes widen at that, and he increases his pace and intensity to a level you’ve never experienced. “You want me to fuck you hard, baby, I can do that,” he says breathing heavily over you. “Oh. My. God. Joel. Fuck. Don’t stop. It’s. So. Good.” Almost every word bursting from you with every thrust he makes. “Daddy, it feels, oh god. Spank me, please, Joel,” he looks at you with a wicked smile, “I knew you liked it.” And he surprises you still with a hard smack to your left ass cheek, then tickles his fingers up the back of your thighs. It feels so good the pain and then the tenderness. You want him to just take full control of you. Before you can think too much on that, he smacks your right cheek, tickling up your thigh. His voice breaks as he says, “God, you love it, your perfect cunt squeezin’ so hard every time, ugh.” You feel yourself coming apart completely as you warn him, “Joel, oh, I’m, I’m, I’m gonna come, Joel oh fuck, oh Daddy!” Joel takes his fingers and presses them to your clit right as you come undone, and you feel a splash as you squirt liquid onto Joel’s thighs and the floor. You’ve never experienced this before. You didn’t even know it was possible. It felt so good, so intense and animalistic, like your body was pushed to its absolute limit in that moment. Joel keeps fucking into you as you ride your high, “Oh my god, you did so good, look at that, made a mess everywhere. Fuck, baby, you fucking squirted, good girl, that’s so good.” He starts to slow as you seem to get overwhelmed. He kisses your foot down to your ankle as he pulls out of you, still hard as steel, dripping with evidence of your pleasure, he looks like some kind of god.

He pushes you further into the bed and lays your head on the pillow as he joins you. Pulling you close to him and kissing you incessantly and he speaks between kisses, “Baby, have you done that before?” You shake your head, and he continues, “Wow, fuck, it was amazing, did it feel good?” You nod, still incoherent and coming back down to Planet Earth. He pets your head and rubs his hand up and down your body, touching you sweetly, “I love you so much, I think you and I were made to fuck, I mean it.” You start to giggle at that, still out of breath till you finally say, “I think so too, god, Joel, you’re incredible.” Joel laughs at that and begins to climb down the bed and in between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses down your body till he’s kissing your mound just above your pussy. You speak a little panicked, “Joel, you don’t have to-, oh god, Joel.” He pushes his tongue directly into your slick hole as deep as he can, moaning and humming filling your cunt with tingles and vibrations and suction, driving you out of your mind. “I had to taste you baby, just needed a little taste of her,” he tells you from between your legs, and all you see is his hair peeking out over your belly because you can’t lift your head at all.

“Just a little though,” he says, and you whine at the loss while he kisses his way back up your body, making quite a long stop at your breasts where he bites and sucks marks all over your chest. “Mine,” he says either to your tits or to himself, you’re not sure but it makes you smile all the same. When he gets up to your face he says, “Open.” You immediately obey and he spits into your mouth, “Taste yourself.” Then he licks into your mouth and kisses you mixing his spit, yours and your come all together for you to enjoy. “I need you,” you squeak out. “Make love to me, Joel. Please,” you beg, and Joel enters you quickly. “Anything you ask me for, I’ll give you,” Joel moans out and then he puts his forehead to yours and slowly thrusts and grinds himself into you. You feel his weight all over you and in you and your eyes never leave his. “I love you, Joel,” you say as tears start to form in your eyes. “I love you, Ash,” Joel says, his eyes glassy too. “You want to know my real name?” you ask with a small smile, moaning at the way he pushes into you deeper at the question. “You were actually really close, it’s, fuckkk,” you scream, he’s just so big, “It’s Ashley.” Joel laughs and stills his movement, “Damn, Ashley, I was so close.” He picks up speed now and kisses you deeply before saying, “Ashley, its beautiful, fuck, Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, I love you, Ashley. Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fill you up, Ashley. You want that?” “Yes, Joel, I need it, please.” “Oh, here it comes, ugh, baby, Ashley, you feel so good, I love you,” he’s yelling at this point and spills his hot come into you. After a few seconds he hasn’t stopped, “Oh god, I’m still coming, fuck, I have so much for you, Ashley. Fuck. Look what you do to me, take it baby, take all of it, it’s yours.” You squeeze his biceps as you come again, “I love you, Joel, I love you so much.”

Many moments later, the two of you are wrapped around each other, Joel is playing with your hair, and you are running you hand along his hip and outer thigh. “Baby?” you ask, and just hums in response, “Can you keep my real name a secret, I only want you to know.” He speaks slowly, pulling you tighter to him, “It’s our little secret, baby.” Before you can drift off to sleep, Joel takes you in the shower to clean up, unfortunately, you get dirty again in the show with Joel fucking you from behind. And then you clean up again. Then you get dressed and walk your boxes back to Joel and Ellie’s house, your house too now. As you pass, people in town notice the two of you and whisper to each other. You’ve both been a little dramatic since you met, and the town’s been guessing on the will they/won’t they of it all like you were part of some old sitcom. Well, they will. You and Joel, and you’re proud to walk with him and have people know.

When you get to the house you find Ellie setting the table for three for dinner. You put the boxes down by the stairs and pull out the wolf to place back on the mantle where you originally saw it. Booping it on the nose as you do. Joel smiles warmly at you. You smile back at him. Ellie makes a coughing sound to get your attention, “Hey lovebirds, stop it. I got dinner from the food hall, figured you’d be hungry after whatever it is you did all afternoon, please don’t tell me anything.” You go over and hug the little gremlin of a teenager and say, “Thank you, Els, that’s really nice of you.” She hugs you back then pushes you to sit so she can serve you, “Yeah, yeah, I just figured it would be a nice welcome home dinner or whatever.” You look up at Joel trying to control the tears that are building in your eyes. Ellie speaks again, “Okay, it’s not that big of a deal, I just picked it up and brought it here, relax.” You put your hand over your mouth and Joel sits down at the head of the table next to you looking at you when he speaks to Ellie, “You did good, kid. Thanks.” Ellie goes on to serve the meal and fill your glasses, you eat as a family, laughing, asking Ellie about her friends, talking about baby Chloe. Ellie even talks about Dina and Joel looks at you with affection, you both knowing that Ellie is embarking on her own love story now too. Joel suggests Dina come to dinner next Friday and Ellie agrees, her cheeks red. After everything you’ve all lost, it’s amazing what you’ve found here together in the end.

That night, you and Joel get ready for bed side by side, brushing your teeth but smiling at each other as you do. Changing into sleep clothes, Joel’s happy to learn that you sleep in just panties, which you’re only doing now because you feel safe enough sleeping with him next to you. You do keep one of his t-shirts on the nightstand just in case. When you move to put the t-shirt there, you see the copy of No Country for Old Men laying there, you pick it up and thumb through it. Joel speaks up, “I’m about halfway,” and you hmm in response. “Second read through,” he adds. And a smile forms on your lips. He smiles up at you, “Think I’m gonna keep it here, for sentimental reasons. Think I’ll get fined by the sexy Librarian?” He pulls you to lay your head on his chest, your arm across his torso and your leg tangled between his. You giggle and say, “I have an in with her, I think I can get her to cut you some slack.” He chuckles and presses a kiss to your head and whispers, “’Night, my love.” You smile into his chest, and he smiles too. “Night, Joel,” you whisper back. You’re both asleep within minutes. And you never have another nightmare as long as Joel is sleeping next to you and neither does he.

The next morning you wake up more refreshed than you’ve felt in decades. Joel’s warmth surrounding you, his light snore comforting you like a noise machine. He feels you stirring and starts to stir as well. You try to pull yourself from him, but he squeezes you tighter. “Jooooooel, I need to pee,” you whine as he starts to kiss your skin any part his lips can reach. “Unnnnng, okay baby, go ahead,” he says loosening his grip but quickly pulls you back again. You giggle and a chuckle rumbles from deep in Joel’s chest. He actually lets you go now. You take a breath looking in the mirror as you wash your hands. You barely recognize the woman you see. She’s so happy. It makes you smile, then you see the marks on your breasts, light purple and blue bruises, evidence of Joel, you run your finger over the marks lovingly.

You hear a grunt coming from the bedroom, you walk towards the door calling out for Joel and open the door. “Joel, are you, oh my god.” There’s Joel in his little black boxer briefs and a smile on one knee, hence the grunt, holding a gold band with a small, beautiful diamond on it. “Ashley, baby, ever since I met you, you’ve opened me up,” Joel says, shifting his back knee around. You rush to him, “Joel, baby, stand up.” You help him stand, “Okay, continue,” you say tears filling your eyes. He holds your hand smiling at you, “You pulled me out of a hole I was hiding in. You are everything to me, I never want to be without you for the rest of my days. I want to love you forever. You wanna be an official Miller? Marry me?” You kiss him deeply, tears running down your cheeks. “Yes, Joel, I really do want to marry you. I want to be a Miller.” He smiles at you and kisses you, putting the ring on your finger, it fits perfectly.  “Joel, I can’t believe you, where did you find this?” “Found it on patrol about a month ago, after we went on patrol the first time. And something told me to keep it,” Joel says as he kisses you again. “Mrs. Miller, sounds pretty good,” Joel says wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. “I love you, Joel.” He smiles into your hair and whispers it back to you, never letting you go.

The End.

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PAC: how do you inspire your soulmate/FS?

In their heart, you’re their muse and bewitcher. When the voice quivers and words fail to express how much they admire you, the truth will always find your way.

Pile 1

Justice, Ten of Swords, The Emperor, Two of Cups, Six of pentacles

They like when you get all serious and grumpy after you’ve made your decision—to go to battle💀. Ha! JK, or not? You have an iron will and are a natural protector. No matter if you act cowardly at times as when it comes to protect your loved ones, you will turn fierce and basically into a mama bear ready to claw some baddies’s eyes out. Too early for a +18 mention? Maybe not 😏. Your aggressiveness turns this person on. They like this wild part of you and you releasing the control you hold so dearly (might not apply to everyone, but some of you definitely are huge control freaks). They also admire the fact you get your priorities and morals straight, and you can stick to your choices ‘till the end. You’re stubborn and they respect that. It’s appealing to them that someone as small and cute as you (in comparison to them or that’s how they view you like “their little one”) could fight thugs and manage problems they themselves would be afraid of. “How do you do it?”, I heard. You aim for doing everything on your own and refuse the help offered by those worried of you, which would ultimately lead you to sickness and feeling burn out. Your person appreciates greatly your independency and they would let you do anything you want, but they still worry a lot about you. You and this person are quite similar in character, so they have no right to chastise you for your excessiveness. They’re proud of you and you inspire them to keep going forward. By any chance did you thought of your soulmate when you picked this pile? You’re definitely going to marry your other half, darling. Congrats!

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Pila 2

The high priestess, seven of wands, two of pentacles, ace of swords, nine of wands

You have a dark feminine energy. Whether you’re female or male, you have this sultry and mysterious aura around you. You’re like a chameleon; ever changing and you can show people what you want them to see. You’re in charge here, wow. You remind your person of a female fatale, and they love it. When I said “ever changing”, I didn’t mean you had mood swings nor you’re volatile in nature. You’re smart and reflexive and you have many opinions, even views on one topic that are contradictory to each other. You always have something to say, but I’m under the impression you usually don’t speak more than necessary. You rather surprise people with an interesting comeback or sharp remark. You like to feed the mysterious reputation you have. If people say you’re a vampire, then you will put on an act for them with the goth clothes and dark makeup. You’re a show men or woman. Not like Leo or the rest of fire signs that are high key. You seek to entertain yourself, but you end up entertaining the one who is paying close attention to you—your lover. You’re their dark muse, a naughty one. You might start the tradition of inciting the other so an argument can break out. You two could play-fight and mock each other, until someone gets actually mad and you shut their mouth with a deep kiss. Your person loves heating arguments as they usually lead to a fiercer match in the sheets. However, what they admire the most about you is that anyone can talk to you about anything. You’ve been through a lot, dear, and that turned you into an empath and good listener. You don’t have to tell them anything as they know of your suffering, it certainly shows in your energy. You give them courage to talk about their nightmares and the most weird and random stuff. They would speak to you about camping stories as they probably were a scout and/or those experiences are both the best and worst they went through.

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Pila 3

Four of pentacles, queen of cups, six of swords, nine of pentacles, the fool

Out of the three piles, you have the most feminine energy. For both female and males, your aura is luminous and pure. Your energy feels refreshing and… natural? You could remind your person of the water drops on the leaves after the rain has passed, the smell of petrichor, and the pleasant sound of a near stream. If you’ve played closed attention, I wrote about 3 out of the 5 human’s senses. Your person can’t ignore your presence when you’re around. “You´re too cute and have the charm of a child”, I heard. They mean you’re just like a maiden or little boy—innocent, carefree, and loving. They might not think you’re otherworldly, quite the opposite. You’re the definition of what human should be in their opinion. You set an example for those whose minds have been consumed by social media, capitalism, and wars. You’re incredible, thus a rare sight. I got a glimpse of someone smiling wide and proudly. They find themselves lucky to be your friend. Whether you picked this pile thinking of a soulmate or future spouse, you’re definitely starting off as just friends. It’s weird, I think your person might get obsessed with you but not in a romantic sense? Not at first. They could be an activist or fighter for human rights and they would idealize you for who you are, a conscious being. I’m hearing the following message, “thank God I’ve found you! I’m not crazy! I met a person that’s just like me”. It’s like they’re oblivious to the way they act around you, and you entering their life would put their world upside-down. They will treasure you and adore you and admire you immensely, the list of his favorite traits of yours is too long for this reading. However, they can't put a name to what you are to them. A friend? Nah, you make them go insane and they don’t want to share you with anyone. I feel a strong sense of protectiveness, possessiveness, and jealously. Oh boy, this person might make you wait around for a bit, but right after they realized they actually loved you; they might pounce on you. They might even scare you! I heard, “I want to drink in your essence”. This person who at first was a loving and seemly asexual friend to you would turn into a famish lion with an insane sex drive.

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