#lavender haze au

[lesbesapphic]

Lavender Haze

A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au

Summary- You were in your freshmen year when Wanda and Natasha took an interest in you. Now in your junior year, you are their roommate but things aren't as simple as they seem.

Behind closed door, you become their plaything. Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn't. Only time can tell if you will survive this toxic arrangement or not?

Warning - choking, humiliation, slapping,  reader in trouble, wandanat are toxic as hell, they love reader in their own way but not much, dom/sub undertone etc

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, one leg draped over the big panda stuff toy you got yourself last summer. Wanda and Natasha had mocked you for it but you didn't care, the purpose of the toy was very clear, being squeezed to death. Every night when you had it in a suffocating grip or one leg draped over it as you drift to sleep, you would mentally flip a bird off to the couple with whom you shared this three bedroom duplex apartment.

"What the.." You panicked when you were lifted off from the bed and in the air, flaying your arms, you tried to find the ground, your toes brushing against it slightly. Before you could make much out of it, you were dragged outside and toward the kitchen, you knew it was Natasha and the glimpse of her red hair confirmed it. She had quite a habit of manhandling her way around you. They both do but Natasha was more efficient at it.

Your sleepy eyes caught the other half of the couple sitting on the kitchen stool, her fingers tapping against the screen of her phone. Natasha dropped you on the floor, not too gently. "Ow.. fuck yo-" Before you could even finish the sentence, the back of Wanda's hand collided with your cheek. Instantly tears welled up in your eyes, the sleep long gone.

"2." Wanda simply reminded you of the number of chances you have left before you get in serious trouble and you ignored the uneasy feeling that creeped up your stomach at the thought. Her weird rules about unnecessary swearing somehow only seemed to apply on you but not her own girlfriend who had a mouth of a sailor when she would be in her zone. Sometimes you wondered was it because of her frustration of not getting her way around Natasha that made her double down on you.

You ignored the strawberry blonde in front of you and took in the smell of cocoa in the kitchen, "What is it? Ooh pancakes- Ouch, Natty Please." You whimpered in pain when fingers tangled in your hair, tugging on the roots, you hand instantly wrapped around Natasha's trying to ease the tugging but your strength was nothing compared to hers.

"I came to make breakfast for your ungrateful little ass and look what I found!" Natasha turned your head toward the sink and you whimpered more at the sight of the dishes from last night than at the burning in your scalp. Natasha had told you to do the dishes and you had snapped at her, promising to do it later but you never got the time as Wanda had grabbed you to watch a movie, falling asleep there in her arm as she would massage your scalp. You wanted to blame Wanda but knowing that it would not only earn you a good smacking from Natasha but Wanda too.

"I am sorry. I will do it now." You pleaded hoping she would let go off your hair now but the woman hardly paid a heed to her grip, instead decided to reward you with a condescending look as she stared you down, "You lack too much of the cognitive ability to remember a simple task, Darling. I hardly doubt you have the motor coordination to perform it." Natasha mocked and Wanda snickered from behind you. You ignored the way your eyes started to tear up, hoping to hold it back before they could prey on it as well.

Natasha noticed the tears in your eyes and feigned a warm smile, slowly leaning in toward your ear, "For now, I will handle it and later you will pay me back by doing the only one thing you are good at." She pulled back and watched the look of embarrassment tinted with desire on your face, just as she expected. "A pretty little slut." Wanda chirped in and your face went a shade darker, you avoided Natasha's gaze when she chuckled at the remark made by her girlfriend.

"Go wash up and come eat breakfast." Natasha patted your cheek, gently urging you to listen and you nodded quickly, anything to get you away from the duo. You went to dash out of the kitchen but before you could make even three proper steps, a hand grabbed the collar of the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you almost over the counter, you almost choked on your own saliva, "Forgetting something?" Wanda asked, one of her sculpted eyebrows raised in question and you felt timid under her strong gaze before leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, earning a pleased smile from her that left you giddy. "Good. Now shoo." Wanda let go and you made your way out to the washroom.

You would always greet Wanda with a kiss on her cheek in the morning, it was sort of a part of your routine now and as well as Wanda's and God forbid if someone messes with her routine. It was a moment of affection that was not frowned upon by neither her girlfriend nor her. Never allowed to touch those lips though, you weren't complaining either. You were fine with how things were between the three of you.

You were in your first year when you met them in the orientation programme. They were your seniors and after hanging out a few times, they offered to share their place with you when they learned that you were looking for a place to rent. Except they refused to take the rent as the place was owned by Natasha. Every month, it would take a whole lot of begging just to get them to take your share of the rent. It was a nice place. You had your own room. Your own space that they rarely invaded. You didn't exactly recall when you became a part of their arrangement, but it happened after a few months of you moving in with them.

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You walked back into the kitchen, Natasha was working on her laptop in front of Wanda, while she talked to her about some upcoming event in her department. For a moment you stayed in the doorway, not sure if Natasha was still annoyed at you. Wanda patted the stool next to her when she noticed your presence and you instantly made your way over there, your eyes fixated on the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You let out a groan, the first bite melting in your mouth and you couldn't help but do your little dance at the sight of the three more pancake stacked in your plate, you couldn't wait to devour them all. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda looking at you but your focus remained on the cakes, "This is really good." You told Natasha, never failing to complement her cooking and she gave you a soft smile before replying to Wanda's question. They were talking about the upcoming fests in the college, being part of various clubs they had been pretty busy. You didn't care much about it and focused on your breakfast.

You were putting some orange juice in your glass while taking a bite of the pancake but the jug bumped into the glass, not expecting the jug to be heavy and you watched as the glass started wobbling a little before falling in your lap. "Oh shoot." You panicked at the dark spot forming on the white hoodie, your eyes widen in fear when you realised that it belonged to none other than Natasha. Wanda instantly took the jug from your hand before you could make any more of a mess. "Y/N!" Wanda grabbed some tissues trying to soak up the spilled juice and you stood there in fear and it was proven right when Natasha's hand grabbed you by your ear harshly, "Didn't I tell you that you can't eat in my clothes?" Natasha asked, her eyes flaring with aggrevation and you winced closing your eyes both at the pain and as well as her expression.

"I-I would have worn something else but you woke me-"

"Oh so now it is my fault?" She twisted your ear a little more while simultaneously pulling you up along and you stood on your tippy toes to avoid the pain. "Answer her, silly." Wanda's words broke the silence as she threw the dirty tissues on the slab. "I should have made her clean it with her tongue." Natasha twisted your ear one last time before letting go of it with a push.

Your hand instantly shot up to rub the pain away with tears once again welling up in your eyes, the morning kept getting worse for you,"That would have definitely work with her." Wanda agreed as she swatted her hand away from your ear, giving you a pointed look which turned into a sadistic one as she took notice of the teary eyed look on your face. Things would take such fast turns whenever you were with them. One moment it would be peaceful and the next they would be pouncing on you about something.

"Off." Natasha gave out her command and you slowly fiddled with the hem of the hoodie, knowing very well that she would not even allow you the privilege of going to your room and changing. "Now." Wanda reinforced her order and your hands pushed the soft yet wet material off yourself, instantly goosebumps raising on your skin.

Natasha took the material from your hand, "You are not allowed to wear anything till Monday. You can stay like this only." She told you sternly and you opened your mouth to protest, "But I am sorry Natty, I really didn't mean to. I change out of it before breakfast everyday!" You whined at her declaration and gulped when the two of them raised one of their eyebrows at the same time.

They both sometimes subconsciously seem to mimic each other's action and you wanted anything but have the attention of the duo in a negative sense like that, any other day you would love to have them dotting on you.

"Don't you think your mouth is running a little too much today?" Wanda asked harshly, her hand grabbing your cheeks in a vice grip and you struggled to get out of her reach. "I-I am sorry!" You pleaded through your teary eyes and Wanda let go of your cheeks and moved onto your neck, "Apologise to her." She turned your head towards Natasha and you felt your cheeks reddened at the way you were getting treated. You didn't dare to complain about it, knowing that your ass was on line.

"I am sorry, Natasha..Please forgive me." You apologised hoping she would change her mind. She couldn't be serious about something like that but then again it wasn't the first time she had come up with something outrageous to punish you.

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, you could tell she was still upset as she sighed, "Not until Monday. I don't want any whining from you. You don't deserve this privilege until you learn some etiquettes." She further added and you nodded quietly watching as she left the room to wash the clothing, leaving you alone with her strawberry blonde counterpart.

"It's you own fault." Wanda drawled after observing you from her position on the stool for a while and you wanted to snap at her and let her know that you already know but decided otherwise knowing she would jump at the opportunity to punish you some more.

"I know." You muttered successfully holding back the sass from your statement and Wanda stared at you for a few second, trying to figure out if you were being sassy or genuine. Her eyes ran down your body, deciding whether you were worthy enough for attention or not.

"You will catch a cold if you keep wearing this." Wanda's finger hooked onto the strap of your bra pulling it a little before letting it snap on your shoulder, making you wince at the sharp sting causing a satisfactory smile on her lips.

"It's not wet." You pushed her hand away a little harsher than necessary and Wanda instantly took notice of the fact. "Huh." She let out a scoff, probably at your audacity and you watched in shock as she picked up the almost empty glass of your orange juice and tipped it down on your chest. "What the..Wanda.." You tried pulling away but her other hand held in your place, halting your movement, all you could do was squirm at the feeling of the liquid dripping down your chest, your nipples hardening by the cold temperature of the liquid.

"Is it wet enough for you?" She asked over her shoulder as she turn to place the glass away, not wanting to risk another damage perhaps. "Off." The familiar order hit you again and you took a sharp inhale, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with fear hitting your senses at her tone.

You got a moment to yourself when Natasha came back in the kitchen, her eyes falling to your wet chest a little confused but one glance at Wanda whose eyes were clouded with lust, her own expression turned into a familiar one. "Do we need to repeat everything today?" Wanda asked, using her sharp nails to turn your face toward her. "You are really getting on my nerves, Detka."

When you realised that your pleading would only fall to deaf ears, you reached back with your hands to slowly unclasp your bra, your bare chest presented to their hungry gaze. "Much better.. isn't?" Wanda asked and you looked up at her, the feeling of humiliation turning your your cheeks a bright shade of red.

"It is." Natasha answered while, her gaze fixated on your bare chest. You reached forward to cover your body but she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, your upper half colliding with her covered body but you made sure to not stay touching with her not wanting to ruin any more of her clothes and face her wrath, although a part of you wanted to move closer to the warmth of her body.

You started into Natasha's eyes when you suddenly felt Wanda behind you, effectively trapping you between the duo. You felt much smaller next to them especially when you had literally no clothes on compared to them. "Let me go." You whispered softly but Natasha chose to ignore it as she leaned forward a bit, "Do you really want that?" She asked, her finger lightly tracing down your cheek to jaw which you immediately clenched when Wanda's hand cupped your breast, softly squeezing the flesh.

When Natasha started leaning in more, you closed your eyes thinking she was going to kiss you but it never occurred as she kissed Wanda whose head was next to you and you didn't understand the unfamiliar emotion that hit you. Of course she wasn't going to kiss you. They have never kissed you. Before you could ponder more on the thought, it vanished the moment Wanda pinched your nipple and you let out a whimper which was covered by Wanda's moan to Natasha's kiss.

Natasha's hand grabbed you by your hip to turn you around while she continued kissing Wanda, the sight had you mesmerized to even care about how they were again manhandling their way around you. Now you were looking up at Wanda who had her eyes closed as Natasha devoured her lips. You shuddered at the chill going up your spine. Natasha's hand started playing with your chest. "N-Nat.." You moaned softly only for it to become a whimper when she squeezed your hardened nub.

"Shh." Wanda pushed her finger on your lips, quietening you as Natasha moved to her neck. It made you feel small. Insignificant in their whole dynamic but once again you hardly had time to process the emotion as Natasha pushed Wanda back on the stool to sit. Her whole neck was covered with bite marks. Some of them were freshly made by Natasha while others were fading away,   You have never seen Wanda without them. Natasha had always been on the rougher side between the two of them. More territorial.

It reminded you of the time when you had accidentally in your lust bitten Wanda too hard, creating a similar mark which Natasha hadn't appreciated at all. All week Natasha had been so rough with you, Wanda had also notice that and took special care of you that week. It was perhaps the first time you had witnessed the softer side of Wanda, maybe that was the reason you had more of an inclination toward her than Natasha.

"Gorgeous.. isn't she?" Natasha whispered in your ear, one of her hand placed on your neck, her fingers holding your head in place to look at Wanda. Her other arm was wrapped around your waist, completely trapping you against her warm body.

You slowly nodded your head as much as her hold allowed it. Wanda's cheeks were flushed, she was staring into Natasha's eyes and you felt as if you were a mere spectator of the show rather than a part. "Why don't we put that tongue to a better use? Huh?" Natasha asked or more like stated and before you could even make up your mind, she pushed you down on your knees in front of Wanda, putting your hand on Wanda's shorts before moving her hands to her body.

You looked up at Wanda for permission and she raised her hips, letting you slide the material down her smooth thighs, you abandoned the clothing and ran your hand up her calves to her thigh that convulsed under the touch. Wanda instantly moved her hand into your hair, her grip tight, tugging on your roots. You started at her for a moment and the realisation of how stunning she was hit you again. She was an epitome of elegance despite of being in such provacating position, she still held the gracefulness of a Queen.

"Play nicely." Natasha whispered to her and her grip eased at little and you were glad for it, no way you could please her with her tight hold on you. She placed her foot on your shoulder and your eyes met her, you knew what she wanted and never the one to deny her , you started placing kisses up her calf muscles, slowly sucking the skin while making sure to not leave a single mark for Natasha to find out later, you moved upward, worshipping every inch of her just as she desired.

You finally came close to her wet center, the sight had you dripping in your own panties. You slowly started placing kisses on her inner thigh and around her pussy but never where she needed you the most. Wanda's nail dug into your scalp and you winced at the pain, you could feel Natasha's leg on your back as she went closer to Wanda effectively muffling her whine with her lips. You would have teased her a bit more but Natasha's hand forced your head in and the last thing you wanted was to piss her off some more.

You parted Wanda's thighs a bit more and licked your way up her folds and was rewarded with more of juice that gushed out of her, groaning in pleasure when you heard her let out a muffled moan of your name, you placed your lips on the bundle of nerves where she needed you and started toying with it. Your teeth lightly grazing it before sucking. Her thighs started convulsing and you moved two of your fingers to her entrance, slowly sliding them in, the wetness allowing you in with ease. You started moving you fingers while your tongue moved around clit, sucking and nibbling here and there just how you learned it from her girlfriend.

It wasn't long until Wanda had your head crushed between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge, while she used your face to ride out her orgasm pulling Natasha in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck, she hardly cared about the pain when she bit her lip, it only seemed to enhance her high. "N-Natasha.." She gasped for air when her girlfriend pulled away.

You could finally breathe when Wanda let go of you, your cheeks and mouth was covered in her juices and you licked your lip, slowly tasting her, it made you thirsty for more before you could lean in again to satisfy your thirst, Natasha's hand curled around your hair pulling you back up on your feet. "Let me have a taste as well." You assumed that she would be going down on Wanda again but what she did was unexpected for you as well as Wanda who was staring at you.

Natasha pulled you up to her lips with her hand that was still in your hair and you instantly got on your toes to ease the pain, her tongue licking her way from your jaw to your mouth before finally placing her lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp that was enough for Natasha to slide her tongue in, you hardly knew what was happening before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"So heavenly." She turned to look at Wanda whose face was still flushed but held an emotion you couldn't separate from the lust on her face. "Why don't we take it back upstairs?" Wanda asked, her breathing and her both in control now. She glanced over at you, a predatory smile falling on her luscious lips at your still surprised look, clouded with arousal.

"I thought you wouldn't ask after the number she did on you." Natasha stared into your eyes while her hand that held your neck moved to your jaw, her thumb tracing your lips that were swollen from her biting before sliding it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, your tongue playing around her thumb as she pushed it deeper. You allowed her. Anything to get back on her good list.

"Why don't you care more about what I am going to do with you than what she has done on me?" Wanda asked in a sultry tone as she gracefully got off the stool and out of her shorts, her tshirt coming down to her mid thighs covering her up. Natasha's thumb stopped pushing in and she let out a raspy laugh, turning slightly to look at Wanda.

"Oh really?"

"Really." Wanda traced her fingers up Natasha's arm. "We can just throw a vibe in her and see how long she can last.. while we talk 'business'?" Wanda suggested and you whimpered around the thumb in your mouth at the thought. Business. That was what they used to tell you when they would spend the whole day in their bedroom. That was before, when you weren't a part of their little game.

"Sounds perfect. Doesn't it Y/N/N?" They both chuckled when you shook your head at Natasha's question to you as if your opinion mattered to them. As if it has ever mattered to them. "How cute." Wanda removed Natasha's hand from your mouth and she slowly traced her fingers down your hair, pushing them forward, the hair strands touched your sensitive nipples.

"Do you think I have forgotten about the little tease you were being earlier?" She asked while a faux sweet smile remained on her lips and you gulped softly, shaking your head 'no' when she raised an eyebrow and she gave you a full smile, patting your cheek not so gently but each touch only seemed to fuel the fire within you. "Good-" She was about to say something when Natasha cut her off with a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have a better idea."

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To be continued.

Hope you all loved it! I would love to hear your thoughts and will really appreciate it if you reblog and support me! <3

[newtonsheffield]

Lavender Haze Anthony gets such a kick out of Kate using their joint credit card though. You know he does.

Every time he sees she’s used it he gets such an intense surge of pride.

“I’ve provided for you. I’m a provider.”

Kate blinked at him, “It’s a pair of jeans.”

“Jeans that I’ve provided!”

Kate stared at him, “Daphne was right.”

“Words I never like hearing. What about though?”

“You actually like this don’t you? This is one of the ways you look after people, it’s a love language.”

Anthony nodded feeling a little awkward, “Well, I love you. I want you to be happy, I want you to be cared for.” He paused for a moment, “Also they give you these rewards points and I like to play a little game with them.”

Kate leaned forward, kissing him quickly, “Your sister knows you better than you want to admit.”

[fitrahgolden]

The latest chapter of Lavender Haze by @newtonsheffield sent me into a blind rage--in a good way. I worked through said rage with a mood board, of course.

(Also, I'm not saying we deserve a Viscount Daddy Porsche centric Spicy Sunday 🌶 because of what Molly did to us, but that's exactly what I'm saying.)

[potatoplace]

Lavender Haze

Poly+ SJM Week: Day 4 | @polysjmweek

Feysand x Singer!Reader

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Event Masterlist

Summary: You're a famous singer, finally home for the first time in over a week. After a dinner meeting, all you want is to sink into the arms of the ones you love.

Warnings: mentions of stalking if you squint

Words: ~1.4k

Author's Note: I looove this idea so much, I think it'll be a series! Of course, the title is from the Taylor Swift song. This is basically just a cute fluffy lil intro ☺️ I hope you guys like it! I'm so excited to work more on it!! Read it on AO3! 🫶

18+ only pls

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The lights blinded you as Azriel led you the short distance from the restaurant door to the car, paparazzi yelling loudly to try and get your attention. You flashed a smile to those at your right before Azriel ushered you inside, and you quickly slid onto the plush leather, buckling your seatbelt as Az shut the door behind you.

He opened the driver’s door a moment later, getting inside and starting the car immediately. “Your place, or theirs?” Azriel asked as he eased the car into traffic, his hazel eyes meeting yours briefly in the rearview mirror.

The question alone made a smile appear on your face. “Theirs, please.”

Azriel didn’t respond, merely shifting lanes and taking the next turn, the one that would lead you to your loves. Thirty minutes later, the car was pulling into the underground, most importantly, private, parking lot, with Azriel stopping just in front of the elevator.

“Have a good night, Y/N, and tell them I said hello,” Azriel said with a slight smile.

“I will, Az. And thank you, for coming to that dinner with me,” you said as you stepped out of the car, your heels clicking on the concrete.

“It’s no trouble, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night, Az. Drive safe!” You shut the door, immediately walking to the elevator and inserting your keycard, knowing that Azriel wouldn’t leave until you were safely inside, what with the recent goings-on.

Within thirty seconds you were pressing the button for the penthouse, inserting your keycard once more to gain access. And only three minutes later, a cheerful chime rang out and the doors opened, a golden-brown blur racing towards you, arms enveloping you. “Darling, I missed you!”

You let out a surprised giggle, your arms wrapping around Feyre tightly. “I missed you too, Fey!”

“So, how was London?! How was the meeting tonight?” She asked as she led you out of the elevator and to the living room, gently pushing your shoulders until you sat on the couch. Feyre kneeled before you, a blush dusting your cheeks as she began undoing the straps of your heels.

“London was amazing, I think the talk show interviews went really well, same with the live performances I did for them. And the meeting with Tarquin went well, I’m so glad you guys set it up!” You sighed when Feyre kissed a trail up your right leg, stopping at the hem of your dress and looking up at you. “We talked about doing a collab, probably for a standalone single. Now come up here,” you insisted, pulling Feyre up off of the floor and onto the couch with you.

“That’s good, you’ve talked about wanting to do this for a while! We can send over a letter to his label tomorrow to get the ball rolling faster, if you’d like?” Feyre asked, ending the question with a soft kiss to your lips.

“Maybe, but he did give me his number so we could talk more about it,” you said hesitantly, your eyes flicking to her blue ones.

“Oh? And you didn’t happen to mention that in your rundown of the night?” Feyre asked with a giggle, poking your side playfully. “That sounds fine, then the two of you won’t feel pressured into doing it if there’s not a good connection with him.”

You smiled at Feyre, glad that the phone number wasn’t a big deal.

That was something you were still getting used to.

“I thought so too. Anyways…” you said, letting your fingers run lightly over her arm. “How was your week?”

“Oh, work and meetings, though Rhys and I did manage to go out to Rita’s with his brothers and Mor on Friday and Saturday. But it’s a whole lot better now that you’re back,” Feyre said softly, her hand cupping your face. “I missed you.”

You pressed a kiss to her lips, lingering close when you pulled away. “And I missed you, so much. I felt like I was going crazy, not getting to sleep next to you.”

Feyre chuckled. “I know, the bed felt so empty with just me and Rhys. I think it’s medically required that you sleep between us tonight. And I know that Rhys missed you too.”

Your nose wrinkled when you smiled, that little tidbit making your night even better. Rhys wasn’t much for talking about his emotions with you yet, though his little notes that came with each coffee he brought you at the studio said more than enough about how he felt.

“Is he here? Or working late again?” You asked, half expecting him to have been called in for a late night emergency meeting.

“I happen to be right here, darling, I was just finishing up a few notes for a meeting I have tomorrow,” Rhys said as he came out of the hallway that led to his office, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

A look you loved on him, and he knew it. “I would have postponed any silly little meeting that would have interfered with me seeing my baby girl after ten days without her pretty face.” His lips met yours firmly as he leaned over the couch, placing them to Feyre’s as well before standing straight again. “Can I get you ladies anything to drink? Wine, whiskey, juice?”

“Juice?” you giggled. “I’ll have some wine, please, white or pink please.”

“I’ll have a glass of red, please,” Feyre said. “And I agree, offering juice is just silly when wine is an option, Rhys.” “I’ll be right back with those drinks, loves,” Rhys said with a shake of his head at the teasing.

“Thank you Rhysie!” you and Feyre said in unison, earning you a smirk and wink over the shoulder from him.

“Ahh, I love his butt,” you sighed as you watched him pour the drinks out, still clad in his suit pants and button up.

“Me too,” Feyre giggled. “Yours is perfect to, you know.”

You shot her a playful look. “Ah, so we can all count ourselves extremely lucky, because your ass is the most perfect of them all,” you said, punctuating your words with a kiss. “I swear, I’m the luckiest girl in the world, getting to be with both of you.”

“I think we could say the same, Y/N,” Rhys said softly as he handed you and Feyre your wine glasses, returning to the counter for a moment to grab his own drink, a finger of whiskey in a crystal glass. He sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on Feyre’s left one.

You took a small sip of your wine before setting it on the coffee table, much preferring to rest your head on Rhys’s shoulder. “I missed this. London is nice and all, but nothing beats getting to be with the two of you.”

“I have to say, the apartment felt very quiet with you,” Rhys commented before pressing a kiss to your head. “And as loud as Feyre is in bed, it’s not nearly as fun to make her scream without you there.”

Beside you, Feyre blushed at his words. “Just say you missed hearing her scream too, Rhys, you said it enough to me.”

Rhys narrowed his eyes at Feyre for a brief moment before looking back to you. “I did miss hearing you scream, little love, very much,” Rhys said lowly, his violet eyes locked on yours. “How about we get into the bedroom, so I don’t need to any longer?”

Your heart stuttered at the suggestion, but Feyre held you back with a hand on your chest. “Ah, ah. Rhys, you promised we could catch up on the latest episode of Velaris Medicine before we did anything else,” Feyre said, a slight whine to her voice.

Rhys sighed against your neck. “Very well, darling, we can watch the show. But as soon as it’s over, I’m carrying both of you into the bedroom, one in each arm,” Rhys promised, a hungry look in his eyes.

You almost wished that he would lose control and take you both in now…

Almost.

But the last episode had ended on a cliffhanger and you were dying to see it. “Boot it up Fey!” you said cheerily, pinching her butt when she stood for a moment to grab the remote. She shot you a look before turning the TV on, quickly locating the recording she’d made sure to keep.

The intro music started, and you relaxed back into Rhys’s hold and the couch cushions, feeling relaxed for the first time in ten days.

Here, with them, everything felt perfect.

And you never wanted it to end.

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[wyomingparmesan]

And I Lost You (The One I Was Dancin’ With in New York)

Chapter 1: Good Girl, Sad Boy

This is the first part of my submission for @theerasfestlovesquareversion! I was assigned the album Midnights and this fic is inspired by three songs from that album. Hope y’all enjoy!

Read on AO3

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Marinette straightened the hem on her pink miniskirt as she stood in front of the elevator. Her fingers trembled as she applied a fresh coat of lip gloss to her already stained lips. As the bell chimed and the door opened, she quickly stepped inside. Her hand quivered as she pressed the button for her designated floor.

She stood with her back straight against the wall, taking in deep breaths as to mentally prepare herself. Her eyes followed the numbers as they flashed on the screen. Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

As she stepped out into the narrow hallway, that was when the nerves really started to hit. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her stomach did a few somersaults. She stopped to lean against the wall for a moment as a feeling of uneasiness built up within her chest.

Taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard and closed her eyes. “I can do this, it’ll be okay,” she said to herself in a low voice. As the feeling began to pass, she continued walking towards her destination.

This was the first time she would be visiting Alya in her new apartment. Her older sister was away at university and her parents had taken the twins out for the weekend, which gave her the perfect opportunity to throw a small housewarming party.

It didn’t take long for Marinette to find the apartment as the sound of loud music seeped out through the walls. She reached a hand up to knock on the door, then retracted it. Alya had actually sent her a text message a few hours earlier saying to just come inside.

After taking just a few more calming breaths, Marinette turned the doorknob and let herself slip inside. She was greeted by a nicely lit room filled with the aroma of snacks and wine.

To her surprise, quite a few people had already arrived. Juleka, Rose, Mylène and Alix sat on the couch, glasses of red wine already filling the coffee table. Nathaniel and Marc had made a spot on the floor, where they sat with Kim and Max.

The aforementioned groups waved happily at her as she walked past. Her eyes landed on Alya, who stood near the snack table. Their eyes met and her best friend smiled widely as Marinette began walking towards her.

“There you are!” Alya said as she pulled her into a hug. “You haven’t answered my texts since this morning, I really thought something had happened to you.”

Marinette felt her face turn cold as a wave of guilt washed over her. “Oh, um, yeah…” she looked down at her feet. “Sorry about that.”

“Are you okay?” Alya asked, her voice filled with concern. Her eyes widened as it finally hit her. “Oh…right, yeah, I should’ve known.”

Marinette looked up at her. “No, no, it’s not your fault,” she shook her head, her loose bun flopping around. “I’m okay, I promise.”

Alya looked at her with a sad expression. “Okay, well, I’ll take your word for it,” then her smile returned. “After all, you are my honored guest tonight.”

Marinette chuckled. “I would be lying if I said that I’m not nervous, but I’m trying my best,” she admitted.

“That’s good enough for me,” Alya patted her on the shoulder. “I’m just happy that you decided to come anyway.”

“Hey, Babe,” Nino slipped in behind her and kissed her cheek. “This party is totally rockin’! You did such a wonderful job.” His eyes landed on Marinette and he smiled widely. “Oh, hey, Marinette! I’m so happy to see you!”

She smiled shyly. “I’m happy to see you, too,” her voice came out sounding so small. “Everything looks really nice, so far.”

“Glad to hear it, dude!” He grabbed a glass of wine and twirled it around. “Hey, I’ll be over at the DJ booth if there’s any song you’d like me to play.”

She nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then, she froze.

“Hey, Nino, you left these over there,” Adrien came up beside him, a pair of red headphones in his hands. “I think you’re going to need them.”

“Thanks, buddy!” Nino said, excitedly as he grabbed them from his hands. “I’ll be over there if y’all need me!” He then took off towards the DJ booth.

Adrien. Adrien Agreste. The same Adrien who broke up with her nearly a year ago. Her ex-boyfriend, Adrien, whom she had been avoiding for the past year.

Yet, somehow, she was unable to take her eyes off of him.

The urge to run away built up within her, but it was as if her feet had been glued to the floor. She stood there, her body cemented in its current position. No matter how hard she tried, she was forced to stand there and face the boy whom she once loved so much.

He immediately noticed her staring at him and looked away, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Um, hey, Marinette,” he said without even taking one single glance at her. “Glad to see you here.”

The awkward nervousness in his voice did little to soothe her aching nerves. Her heart pounded in her chest as his voice rang in her ears. “H-Hi, Adrien…” her muscles finally allowed her to move and she managed to look away from him. “Yeah, I, uh, wanted to be here to support my best friend.”

His eyes shifted towards her and he smiled a little. “Of course, I figured you would,” then he looked over at Alya, who was still awkwardly standing there. “Nice party, by the way, I’m having a lot of fun.”

Alya looked between her two friends and shook her head. “I’m glad to hear that, Adrien!” She said, smiling. “I should probably go get some of the games ready.”

As she turned to leave, Marinette reached out a hand to her. “Wait, no! Don’t leave me here…” she then noticed the sad expression on Adrien’s face and caught what she was saying. “You…you probably need some help with the games, right? I’d love to help!”

Alya cocked an eyebrow at her, then immediately realized. “Oh, yeah, sure, of course,” she grabbed her by the hand, but not before smiling widely at Adrien. “Maybe Nino would like some help at his booth, too?”

Adrien perked up and looked back towards where his best friend was. “Maybe so, I guess I can go check,” he began to turn around. “I’ll see you two around then.”

He then walked off and Marinette felt herself breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh my god! That was awful!” She exclaimed as Alya dragged her down the hall. “I-I was just frozen, Alya, that’s what he does to me! And I hate it!”

As Alya opened the door to a nearby closet, she asked, “Do you actually hate it, though?”

Marinette could feel herself becoming irritated, the anger bubbling up inside of her. “Of course I do and you know exactly why,” she said, accepting a box that Alya handed to her.

“Because he broke your heart, I know,” Alya turned around to face her as she closed the door with her foot. “But exactly how long did you think you’d be able to avoid him, Marinette? I mean, you already refuse to even look at him in school.”

“And I planned on keeping it that way,” her voice became soft, trailing off as she looked down at her feet. “But…”

“But?” Alya looked at her, her eyebrow raised.

“Recently, I’ve started realizing that I can’t keep avoiding him forever,” she admitted. “But it’s just…I dunno.”

“Well, so long as you two aren’t at each other’s throats,” Alya began as they started walking back towards the party. “Then I’ll take the awkward, minimalist conversations.”

Marinette sighed. “I don’t hate him, ya know,” she said. “Things are just…weird between us.”

“That thought never even crossed my mind,” Alya said, smiling. “Just give it some time and maybe things will be better between you two eventually.”

As they made it back into the living room, they sat their boxes down in the middle of the floor.

“Maybe, but I’m not holding my breath,” Marinette said, taking a glance at the boxes that they had been carrying. “What is this, by the way?”

Her best friend looked at her with a cheeky grin that made her entire stomach do a flip. “Just a little party game, that’s all,” she responded, leaning down to open the boxes. “Go on and talk to everybody, I can set it up.”

Marinette stuck her shaky hands into the pockets of her skirt and shifted on her feet. “Okay, I will,” she said, her eyes glancing around the room.

A few more of their friends had arrived while she was busy helping Alya. Zoé happily strolled in with her girlfriend and Luka and Kagami trailed behind her. Despite being in a room surrounded by some of her closest friends…

Her eyes still couldn’t stop landing on the blond boy in the corner. He stood up against the wall, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed. His body shook as a wide grin spread across his lips. He always smiled so brightly whenever he laughed.

A sudden fluttering feeling made its way into her stomach. A hint of queasiness came along with it and her legs shook. She swallowed hard, grabbing a nearby glass of wine and taking a few sips. She forced her eyes to look away from Adrien before her entire body collapsed.

“Hey, Marinette, you okay?” A small voice came from behind her and she turned around to see Zoé standing there. “You look a little sick.”

“Zoé! Hey! O-Oh, yeah, I’m okay,” she took another sip before sharing a quick hug with her friend. “Just really anxious to be here, that’s all.”

“I’m happy to hear it,” she took a sip of her water. “It’s really nice to hang out with everyone again, but especially you!”

Zoé’s bright smile alleviated some of the pressure that had been building within her. “Same to you as well,” Marinette said. “It’s been long overdue.”

“You said it!” Zoé said, laughing a little. “And I know that things have been really awkward between you and a certain someone, but don’t let that stop you from enjoying this party, okay?”

Marinette sighed and slapped her free hand to her face. “Is it really that obvious?”

Zoé nodded as she flashed her a small smile. “You’re a bit of an open book, Marinette,” she said. “But it’s okay, you’ll get through it.”

Marinette let herself breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m trying, I promise,” she said. “Alya wanted me here and I knew he would be here because we literally share all of the same mutual friends so…yeah.”

“I know the feeling,” Zoé gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “You psych yourself up for something, but then when it comes time to do it, you just…” she took another swig of water. “You get it.”

“I sure do…” she let herself take another sip of wine as Alya’s voice piped up.

“Alright, everyone!” Alya began as she turned down the music enough for everyone to hear her. “I hope everyone is enjoying themselves so far!”

The entire room became filled with various responses of “yes”, “yeah” and “hell yeah.”

“Glad to hear it,” she clasped her hands in front of herself. “I hope y’all are ready because I’ve got a super fun, yet very classic party game for us to play.” She walked over to a small setup in the middle of the living room. A circle of pillows had been laid down and an empty bottle of wine lay right in the middle.

“Oh no…she didn’t…” Marinette whispered to herself, a shiver making its way down her spine.

“It’s a little game called…” Alya knelt down and spun the bottle, watching as it pointed towards one of the pillows on the floor. “Spin the Bottle!”

And just like that, Marinette had gained a new fear.

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Sinful 5A: Laudna waking Romeo the day after her wedding to Imogen ... still in her dress.

Bonus points for Imogen telepathically encouraging Laudna.

Sinful Gifs: 5A

Romeo was not unfamiliar with the sensation of being woken to his cock smothered in the heavenly embrace of soft and pillowy tits, but it was certainly a surprising one considering he distinctly remembered returning to his room alone the night before. And, considering the slight chill he felt from that heavenly embrace, he had a feeling he knew exactly who it was.

“Laudna…what are you doing here…~?”

The dark-skinned knight slowly sat up in his bed, blinking away the last of his sleep, to lock eyes with the phantasmally gorgeous woman kneeling on his bed, her plump and soft—if a bit chilled from undeath—breasts pumping up and down his shaft with frenetic eagerness. He wasn’t exactly sure how she’d managed to undress him without he knowing, and he figured he’d rather not ask.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Romeo~?” the gothic daydream of a warlock purred in reply, leaning in close to plant a smooch to the tip of his cock as it rose between her breasts—an action that made him shiver and groan with desire. “I just woke up~ and I’m eager for my breakfast~ I hope you have plenty of cream for me~”

The half-dark-elf groaned and gripped the bedsheets to either side of him, struggling best he could not to let instinct overtake him. “Shouldn’t you be with Imogen right now~? You two god married literally yesterday~!”

As he said that, there was a spark of amusement in the corpse bride’s eyes, and she planted another smooch to the tip of his cock. “Who do you think sent me over here~?” she cooed playfully, her tongue flicking over his tip before pulling back to shoot him a wink. “Say hi, Imogen~”

Hi~ a singsong voice suddenly jingled in the back of Romeo’s mind. Are you enjoying my wife, Romeo~? Don’t worry about making a mess of her~ I’ll be there soon to help her out~

And with that, any restraint Romeo might’ve been holding onto fell away, and he let his head roll back with a deep and lustful groan, hot and thick cum erupting up from his cock to shoot over Laudna’s face, over her neck, and between her breasts. The gothic sorceress gasped with delight and moaned, biting her lip at the sudden warmth, and Romeo heard a similar moan in his mind as well.

Mmm~ oh yeah, I’ll be there very soon~

[imxnotxhere]

Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 03/07/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

lavender haze - fluff, suggestive

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

all over my skin - smut, rhys x reader x azriel

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

@fieldofdaisiies

rhysand... - drabble, smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

@fieldofdaisiies

cassian... - drabble

@illyrianbitch

words of affirmation - fluff

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

mind over matter - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

@fieldofdaisiies

eris' hands... - drabble

eris... - drabble

@theostrophywife

like you wanna be loved - fluff

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

@fieldofdaisiies

lucien... - smut

@ceoofyearning

say yes to heaven - fluff

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

[solaireverie]

sv5 | that lavender haze

summary: [ florist!sebastian vettel x f!driver!reader — social media au ] your florist husband spoils you with his creations

faceclaim: phoebe tonkin

author’s note: seb the love of my life <3

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yourusername catching the waves 🏄🏻‍♀️

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sebastianvettel Ich liebe dich 🥰

↪ yourusername can't wait to be home with you again 💗

ausgp can we keep you down under please? 🦘

↪ f1mia back off 🦅🇺🇸

user mother AND mommy omg

mickschumacher can you teach me how to surf instead 🙏 lewishamilton doesn't understand that not everyone is naturally talented at everything

↪ lewishamilton i don't know what to tell you, mate 😂 keep calm and keep your balance, it's all chill

↪ mickschumacher easy for you to say 🙄 you're not the one drinking seawater every five minutes

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sebastianvettel Welcome home yourusername ❤️ the flowers missed you and so did I 😉

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user i love how y/n's husband's instagram is basically just a fanpage for her 😂

↪ user nah you can't forget the flowers ‼️

↪ user seb loves two things in life and they're his flowers and his wife 😌

user i don't even go here but i'm all for the golden retriever and black cat vibes 🤭

mickschumacher seb i have a bee problem in my backyard...

↪ charles_leclerc you know you could just text him right 🙃

↪ mickschumacher he checks his phone once every three months if your name isn't y/n l/n-vettel 💀

↪ sebastianvettel and I'm not ashamed of it 😄 but what can I help you with?

↪ mickschumacher a colony of bees moved into my garden 😅 i don't mind them but is there anything i should watch out for?

↪ sebastianvettel As long as they're not being overly aggressive you shouldn't have any problems 👍 keep me updated though

↪ mickschumacher thanks seb you're a lifesaver 😊

yourusername thanks for the flowers schatz 😘

↪ user ugh they're so Parents 😭

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↪ user charles liked your comment 😂 i guess even the drivers agree

↪ landonorris you didn't hear it from me but seb and y/n are the unofficial official grid parents

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mercedesamgf1 We have a special guest this weekend at the #JapaneseGP 🐝 sebastianvettel is here at Suzuka to promote biodiversity and build some bee hotels with the drivers 💪

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charles_leclerc Appreciated the art tips 😉

user this man 😭 "what do you think about this weekend's race?" "well obviously my wife is going to win everything"

↪ user as he should honestly

↪ user when you're in a "being a wife guy" competition and your opponent is sebastian vettel 💀

kevinmagnussen Thanks a lot Seb 😂 the kids want beehives now!

↪ sebastianvettel Glad to know that someone was listening when I was giving my talk about the role that bees play in our ecosystem 😔

↪ landonorris in my defence someone brought cookies and i was hungry...

↪ sebastianvettel you are 24 years old, Lando

↪ user why can i feel seb's disappointment through an instagram comment 😭

yourusername sometimes i wonder if he'd leave me for his bees 😂

↪ lewishamilton don't worry, you can crash on my couch if he does. roscoe needs a permanent babysitter

↪ yourusername two decades of friendship and that's all you see me as?

↪ lewishamilton let me by during the grand prix and i'll think about it

↪ yourusername mercedesamgf1 i'm telling toto

↪ sebastianvettel I would never leave you for bees, liebling. Clean energy, on the other hand...

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yourusername Happy anniversary, my love 💐 12 years and counting

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user the bouquet emoji because he's a florist omg 🥹

user my favorite thing ever is how 5-time wdc y/n l/n-vettel's husband is Just Some Guy who's completely smitten with his wife and makes her all the bouquets she could ever want 😭

↪ user they're like cottagecore addams 😩 i adore them so much

↪ user COTTAGECORE ADDAMS HELP 🤣🤣🤣

susie_wolff Congratulations and our best wishes!

↪ yourusername thank you ❤️😊 the same to you and toto!

sebastianvettel I'm the luckiest man in the world to be able to call you my wife and partner 💗 You're P1 forever, especially in my heart

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[justbelievinginmagic]

when worlds collide - part 1: welcome aboard.

pairing(s): ATEEZ OT8 x Fem!Reader

series summary: What if Aniteez appeared on Ateez's ship, Twilight, after being sent through a Cromer wormhole? How would the two crews work and live in harmony when worlds collide?

warnings/tags: slice of life pirate au! silly times. this is the closest to a crack fic ive ever written but its also done in earnest lol. this is pure fluff for the most part. technically theyre in ateez lore timeline. chaotic aniteez, polyateez x reader, sandeoki is canonically a girl idc shes a princess.

word count: ~3.3k

-> next chapter

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“Y/N!”

It wasn’t often Y/N was awoken by one of the crew crying out her name from the top-deck. Sure, there were moments she was woken up by a crew mate snuggling into her bunk with her, sun-warmed or bath-warmed returning from their shift. A kiss pressed to her cheek before they whispered a soft ‘go back to bed.’ Yelling from the sun-deck was rare. In fact, there had only been one other time. A time where they had battled a mechanical kraken of sorts, thanks to the Android Guardians. And the very memory struck fear into her heart.

Jumping out of her bunk, Y/N scrambled to find her dark face-mask, her black hat, something – anything to hide her features from an android’s database mind if they were present. Finding only Hongjoong’s cowboy bandana, she was quick to tie it around her mouth as she hobbled out of the cabin, half-awake but fearful. The cabin door shut with a heavier clank, and she felt the ship tilt to one side suddenly. Tumbling into a wooden post with a thud, she heard a commotion on the main deck that was barely audible through the creaking wood of the pirate ship. There was a clattering and clanking of items tumbling and shifting canons moaning as the ship continued to tilt.

“Let go!” she heard Hongjoong cry out.

With the rudder clicking loudly far off, the ship steadied itself once more. She quickened her step, grasping onto the stairwell’s rope railing, stomping up the stairs, and pushing open the latch to the sun-deck upwards. Her head popped up through the opened space, and she glanced about.

The bright suns blinded her for a moment; they were so far above the clouds that the sea of fluff only made the brilliant twin-suns burn everything into a fuzzy white haze. But as the sun spots and constellations of rainbow fractals in her vision faded, she only saw chaos on her beloved ship. 

Strange tiny creatures were chasing after the men she knew and love. Their little screeches were not very intimidating yet she still saw San run away quick from a purple-cat thing? as if they were! These beings all wobbled on two legs with over-sized heads that looked fuzzy and soft-looking in the sun. The tallest was perhaps 3 Star Apples tall she pondered; the over-sized apples probably looked like melons next to them though.

Across the deck, there were fights breaking out between the creatures and the feared, wanted pirates. Seonghwa was trying to pull a creature with brown fur and a small wiggling tail from a tall barrel of Mini-Melons that suspiciously rumbled with chomping sounds. A puddle of fruit juice soaked into the wooden planks below.

A pink-rabbit creature wobbled and warbled as it tried to chase after his frantic friends tormenting her crew. Its tiny arms reached out to soothe the others with chittering sounds as it quickly caught the purple cat that had been chasing San by its tail. The lavender-kitty let out a squeak of surprise, almost tearfully looking at the other, before curling into the bunny, daintily. It gave up the fight so quickly it was almost funny.

Some of the creatures were running in circles, panicking. A puppy-dog sort of creature was doing so, fear riddling its features as it took in the large ship, oversized in their perspective.

Others were facing off with her crew mates more directly.

“Y/N! Help!”

Wooyoung cried out from nearby, half perched on a barrel. A black-cat creature hissed at him before turning its head to look at her – following Wooyoung’s gaze on her. Its dark eyes widened at her before turning back to look at Wooyoung, dramatically. The creature wobbled on his feet (almost like their heads were too large for their little bodies, making them clumsy) to grab at the barrel’s edge. As if it could hoist itself after Wooyoung.

“Get back!” Wooyoung slapped at a paw.

The cat let out an unimpressed grumble before hissing again.

“Captain!” Yunho called out, tugging a map from another puppy-figure, that was so tiny next to Yunho that it was almost humorous. The tallest and smallest played a sort-of tug-a-war.

“Busy!” Hongjoong cried out as he fought his own creature at the wheel.

A large tail towered over the orange-furred squirrel?? The little thing let out its own constant stream of gibberish; its wild eyes fixated on her captain with such intensity as they pulled and spun the flying ship this way and that.

While the ship was mostly just jostled by the back and forth movements, every now and then they dipped to one side and the other. All beings – fuzzy and not – would let out shrieks until together Hongjoong and the squirrel would level the ship before eventually it happened again.

The bear creature, faced smeared in bits of Mini-Melon flesh and running away from Seonghwa’s approaching form, tumbled into her legs powerfully, making her plop onto the floor. She let out a shriek. The bear too squeaked in surprise; their eyes meeting for a moment before he was lifted up and off her by Jongho.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, holding the bear out like a disobedient child as it kicked and wiggled.

“I think so. Thank you, baby.” Y/N replied, catching her lost breath.

Seonghwa stopped beside Jongho and in front of Y/N with a huff. “What are these things?” he queried.

The bear creature babbled and wriggled. Y/N went to stand in the meantime before the ship shifted once more and she lost her balance alongside everyone of the ship. The entire crew tumbled to the ground heavily, even Hongjoong. Jongho thudded to the ground loudly; the baby bear was tossed from his grasp and tumbled into the other animal creatures nearby like a bowling ball into bowling pins. There were groans of pain from them before the entire crew felt the ship dip.

They let out screeches and warbles of fear; the pink creature pushing a few of the crew behind him; the black cat latched onto a puppy-dog.

The ship cut through the air, the crew sliding and banging into one another as the direction of the deck became steeper. She felt Yeosang’s hands, dainty but strong as ever from hauling himself up and down to the crow’s nest, grip onto her and tug her away from hitting a nearby crate. She was pressed into his chest as they finally came to a stop. Mingi let out a gasp as he hit the side of the ship beside them. A duckling-creature thudded into his chest, next, with a warbled cry.

The air rattled through the sails inconsistently as they dipped down and towards the right wildly. Clouds cut through the ship’s keel with a ploof, shaking the ship with a turbulence.

Hongjoong grasped onto the edge of the helm, gritting his teeth and digging his boots into the wood planks. He glared up at the squirrel creature who was half-hanging onto the wheel, clinging to the handles with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

“We have to stop!” Hongjoong snapped at the creature. “Or else, we will fall from the sky – got it?”

The orange-furred being’s nose scrunched, almost insulted that Hongjoong thought he didn’t know that! His ears twitched and his tail jittered erratically behind him. With a huff, Hongjoong hoisted himself up to grab onto the other half of the wheel, hands gripping onto the other side’s handles.

“Truce?” Hongjoong prompted to the creature who wanted to claim control of the ship so eagerly.

It looked the Captain up and down. After a mutter under its breath, it let out its own shriek of a sound. His gigantic head nodded firmly.

Agreed!

Together, it and Hongjoong spun the wheel to an even level. The entire crew and the creatures let out a sigh of relief. Y/N sagged into Yeosang’s arms; his hand rose to pet over her hair soothingly. San and Wooyoung were tangled up; the purple kitty cat pressed to their side. Mingi glanced down at the duck creature on his lap.

It warbled up at him, tilting his head at the healer curiously.

“Hello?” Mingi said softly.

It tumbled back in surprise, rolling back and off of Mingi’s lap in a pile.

The orange-squirrel let out another string of babbles from the nearby helm’s platform, loud and demanding. His paws went to his hips as he looked over to his crew of creatures. The pink-bunny’s ears popped up from inside a barrel of fruit – how did he end up there?

It chirped out and hoisted itself out with a huff. Standing on the rim of the barrel, it looked towards the pile of crew members. It’s high-pitched chatter was almost cute if it wasn’t also commanding, mind you. The duckling made a soft sound before rolling upright and wobbling into the nearby puppy-dog’s welcoming embrace. They giggled at one another, dusting at invisible grime from the battle, before holding hands and wandering over to the squirrel. One by one, the creatures formed a huddle around their squirrel leader; the pink-bunny nudged the black cat towards the group warningly as it hissed at them in passing.

Yeosang and Y/N exchanged glances before they heard a low whistle.

Their first mate, Seonghwa, lowered his fingers from his mouth, giving them a steeling look. Yeosang nearly hoisted Y/N up by her arms as they stood quick. And, one by one they fell in line behind Hongjoong. San crossed his arms; Wooyoung tilted his head at the black-cat.

The two crews faced one another; the gentle breeze of the calm skies ruffled hair and fur, alike.

“You can understand us?” Hongjoong clarified.

His hips tilted as he steadied a glare at the squirrel. It babbled out a reply; the tune sounding like ‘duh!’.

“We can’t understand you, not really,” Seonghwa commented from nearby, his hand resting on the butt of the musket slung across his chest. When had he slung that back on? He rarely wore his musket. He sauntered up beside San.

There was a gasp in the animal-creatures. As if surprised there was this language barrier.

“Why are you here?” Hongjoong followed up. “How’d you get here?”

The puppy-dogs shifted forward, stumbling into the squirrel nearly and babbling over one another. The one with longer ears tugged at the squirrel’s tail, quite chaotically, as he exclaimed something. All the squirrel did was let out a squeak over the chattering, turning to glare at the offending-puppy who smiled innocently.

“Can they write it out?” Y/N wondered, leaning on Wooyoung’s shoulder. His arm went around her waist easily.

“In creature-ish?” San commented nearby, raising a brow. Doubtful as it was jesting.

She nudged his strong shoulder with her hand (slinging it over Wooyoung’s shoulder to do so). She was trying to figure something out. It was worth a shot. San chuckled at her.

There was a sound of agreement, of delight nearly. And then one of the creatures had brandished a thing of chalk triumphantly.

“Oh…” San mumbled with a pout.

Quickly, the shorter dog-creature drew out a shape onto the floor boards. One triangle, another triangle, a circle…

“The Cromer?” Hongjoong breathed, eyes widening at the symbol.

There was a squeak of agreement by the dog and the squirrel.

“The Cromer brought you here?” Seonghwa clarified. “You know of the Cromer?”

The squirrel nodded; his tail bounced, pleased.

“How?”

The squirrel chittered out annoyed that they couldn’t just get it. He shrugged his shoulders and looked to his crew for aid. The black cat huddled closer to steal the piece of chalk, scratching out the symbol and drawing a ship, an arrow, and a cloud.

“You… flew into a cloud?” Jongho said.

There was a grumble of disagreement. Another member of the animal crew stole the chalk, the bunny this time, and it drew an hourglass with sparkles above the cloud and an arrow from the cloud to the Cromer symbol.

“The Cromer made a sort of time-traveling cloud and you went through it?” Yeosang prophesied.

How did he get that from that?

“On purpose?” Yunho added, doubtfully.

Together, the creatures chimed out a negative sound – except for the squirrel who glanced aside innocently. Hongjoong eyed the leader carefully at that.

“You’re lost, then?” Y/N clarified, kneeling down, and eying the creatures and their illustrations at a closer range. “This isn’t your dimension and you know it.”

There was a sound of agreement, almost bouncy in tone as the creatures nodded.

“Why did you attack us, hm?” Wooyoung argued out.

There was a glance between the animal crew as they huddled closer together, protectively…shamefully.

“You were scared?” Mingi asked.

There was a whimper from the lavender cat and it clung to the long ear of the fluffy-maltese-esque puppy dog.

“We won’t hurt you – we’re Ateez.” She told them, reassuringly. “We help others, okay?”

Now, Hongjoong was the one that glanced away at that; fingers fiddled with the gold on his phalanges. They all did help others, but, as much as they were Robin Hoods, they also enjoyed their pillages. The squirrel’s ear twitched, and he tilted his head at the Captain.

Meanwhile, the bear creature eyed Y/N carefully, shuffling closer as if to test if she was telling the truth. His big eyes took in her facial expression; her genuine soft smile. It nodded with a rumbly reply. Its head was large; shimmering fur glinted in the sunlight. Its face was sweet as it smiled up at her, buck-toothed. Its babbling reply was incoherent but by its tone she could tell it was positive. The bear turned to say something to the others encouragingly.

Slowly, the others spread out from their tight-knit huddle, relaxing just a smidge.

“What’s your names?” Wooyoung prompted next, hands going to rest on Y/N’s shoulders as he peered over her.

The bear said…something. It was a warble of sorts, guttural and distorted by the warbling chatter that was their language. None of the crew could understand. There was an ‘ah-ha!’ sound from the squirrel suddenly and he stole the chalk from the pink bunny.

One by one, he drew a little face on the ground of each animal-creature, a bit messy and crude in nature but identifiable, and a wrote a name above it. It was hard to decipher, the writing almost more symbols than text. Squiggly lines and swirls. It was definitely not of this world and yet…

“Jjoongrami?” Hongjoong sounded out, looking at the mischievous drawing of the squirrel.

The squirrel squeaked out in excitement, pointing to itself proudly. His head bobbed up and down, his tail nearly dancing in joy.

“Bbyongming?” Mingi read out.

The duckling warbled clapping its paws? How did a duck have paws?

“Hetmongi!” Yeosang guessed quickly. He loved doodling a character named Hethet! What a coincidence!

One by one they sounded out their names and there was a back-and-forth if there was miscommunication. But it was almost like fate, a different crew member could read another creature’s scribbles.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Seonghwa sighed.

“Well… hello, we’re Ateez. You’re aboard the Twilight.” Hongjoong introduced finally after a look from JJoongrami, ear twitching in patience. Just as they wanted to know who the intruders were, the intruders wanted to know who they were… where they were.

He tapped his own chest. “I’m Hongjoong, the Captain.”

With a grandiose gesture, he glanced to Seonghwa before introducing him: “My First Mate, Seonghwa.”

The long-haired man raised a brow at the creatures, still careful, despite the slowly-charmed smirk on his lips.

“Yunho, Navigator.” 

Yunho, with his mussed dark brown hair over his eyes, shifted his goggles on his head before offering a salute.

“Yeosangie, our Look Out.”

The deep-wine red-head tilted his head at the creatures carefully, only having a flicker of a smile appear at the sight of Hetmongi.

“Y/Nie,” Hongjoong patted her head; Y/N grinned up at him before dropping her head to look at the other crew. “The Helmswoman. Heads it when I'm away, of course.”

“Sannie.” The buff man offered a smile at the creatures easily. “He’s our Bosun.”

Mingi grinned with snake-eyes, an attempt at intimidation despite the softness that was Mingi, as Hongjoong introduced him next. “Mingi, our Healer.”

“Wooyoung,” Wooyoung interrupted Hongjoong boldly. “I’m the best Cook in all of the skies and seas.”

Hongjoong huffed affectionately, rolling his eyes. He gestured to Wooyoung as if to punctuate the other’s introduction. His hand then shifted, pointing towards Jongho. The stoic man stared with pursed lips at the other group, examining them.

“Jongho, our Gunner.”

The creatures mumbled out an acknowledgement before Hongjoong quickly redirected their attention, standing in front of Y/N and the crew once more. Taking control of the situation. Y/N stood, shifting to Seonghwa’s side.

“That’s the crew. Now give us a moment, lads,” Hongjoong requested to the creatures. “So, we can talk - as a crew.”

There was a squawk from the kitty named Sandeoki.

 “What? What’s wrong?” Yunho exclaimed hands raising in defense.

The black-cat who they now knew was called Wooyonyang mischievously stole the chalk and drew a quick crown over Sandeoki’s doodle.

“Oh, not… lads,” Hongjoong exclaimed. “Lads… and lady. Only one lady?”

He eyed the pink bunny carefully, but there were no further explanations (in the form of squeaks or squawks). Sandeoki preened at the clarification nonetheless, and the group nodded along.

“Alright, lads and lady,” he said once more before gesturing for his own crew to huddle across the ship.

“You all alright?” That was the first question.

There were nods; Wooyoung rambled about how he was hissed at. San rubbed his back reassuringly.

“What says all of you?” the Captain prompted. “What should we do?”

“I think… the Cromer sent them for a reason,” Yeosang commented.

Yunho nodded along.

“I don’t think they’re dangerous,” Seonghwa added, draping an arm across Jongho’s shoulder. “Frightened but not outwardly cruel.”

Jongho raised a brow, stern-faced.

“They’re cute,” San argued, even if Wooyoung gasped dramatically. Cute, his ass. Wooyonyang tormented him!

“They know about ships it seems,” Y/N added. “If they came from one like they said. They will be helpful.”

“There will need to be an agreement,” Hongjoong raised a brow. “I can have Jjoongrami stealing the helm again like that.”

“I think they were just scared, Joongie,” Seonghwa reassured.

Hongjoong’s seriousness didn’t ease at his first mate’s comment.

“I’m not convinced,” he said. “That squirrel…”

“He’s mischievous,” Jongho agreed.

“Of course, you’d clock that,” Yeosang commented.

Jongho smirked slyly. Despite his seeming stoicism as the gunner, he was the most mischievous maknae.

“Eight more mouths to feed,” Wooyoung lamented.

“They’re, like, us – I think. Would you abandon a doppelganger of yourself?” Yeosang prompted.

A scoff left Wooyoung, always ready for a debate or a moment to be bold. “Yes.” He exclaimed. “Who trusts doppelgangers?!”

Seonghwa raised a brow, lips twitching into a snarl of a sneer.

Y/N glanced over at the animal-creatures. They too were huddled up, talking. It was cute to see how mirrored they were.

“We can’t just abandon them.”

“You want to keep them?” Hongjoong said.

“They need our help,” Mingi mused, looking at the creatures over Y/N’s head.

He saw the puppy dog and the duck huddle closer, a frightened pout coming to Tyudeongi’s face as the squirrel chattered at his crew. Mingi reached out and wrapped Y/N in his embrace, hugging her close. His chin rested on her shoulder.

“We can’t just abandon them somewhere; the Cromer works in mysterious ways. You know that.” Seonghwa said.

“Captain, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked.

Hongjoong sighed, hand raising to press against his nose bridge. He could name so many things. But he was no dictator – freedom, expression, this is what he lived for. And his crew wanted this.

“Alright, fine…. They can stay.”

Yippee! They could hear the creatures’ celebrations, because, of course, they had been listening in by that point.

"Welcome aboard!" Y/N cheered.

Hongjoong let out a deep sigh. What were they getting into?

[fakeplasticlovers]

on a dark desert highway | j.m.

part i. of hotel california

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

wc: 3.4k

warnings: no outbreak!AU. age gap (reader is in her late twenties, joel early forties). sarah is still alive and in college. alcohol consumption and smoking. joel thinks he's a dirty old man. dad rock. sexual tension. reader's a shameless flirt. reader has the nickname polly, but no name or use of y/n (explained in chapter). reader also gets flirty w an old lady (maybe she has a type?). slow burn.

hotel california masterlist · hotel california tag

Joel squeezed his eyes shut, the yellow markers on the highway blurring into each other. He reached over to the carafe of coffee in the cup holder, staving off his body's cries for sleep. He takes a swig, large palm coming up to swipe over his features that have began to slacken under the threat of slumber.

1,237 miles. Eighteen hours. That's how long he had driven. Any other time, he would have flown in to visit the city of angels, but he and his truck were needed to satisfy his only child's list of demands.

"Come on, dad. I need your help! I don't trust anyone else," Sarah's voice rang through the receiver, disturbing the otherwise quiet Sunday morning he had been enjoying to himself.

"Don't understand why you need me to bring the damn bed. The hell are you gonna sleep on when you come visit here?" Joel grunted, taking a swig of the black liquid swirling in his mug.

"I'll figure it out! I just need my bed. Miss it so much... besides, you've seen the one in my dorm. It's, like, a piece of plastic. I deserve a good night's rest, don't you agree?"

"Damn expensive piece of plastic." He grumbles, setting his mug down, catching a glimpse of the 'WORLD'S #1 DAD' embossed on the face. He complies nonetheless.

Two weeks pass, and Joel is driving halfway across the country with his daughter's plush mattress and lavender bed frame strapped to the bed of his truck. He had half a mind to bring his brother with him to help with the grueling process of moving Sarah into her first apartment, but he decided that lifting boxes up two flights of stairs and assembling furniture by himself was more alluring than spending twenty hours in a car with Tommy.

His glazed over eyes drift to the clock on his dash. 10:17pm. The long stretch of highway that wound from the outskirts of Phoenix to the edge of Joshua Tree begins to approach civilization. Joel's made this trip before — it's quiet. He's grown to appreciate quiet in recent years. The dark sky is freckled by a thousand stars that would soon be overcasted by the bleeding city lights, and Joel thinks he'll miss them when they're gone.

A ring from his dashboard pulls him out of the quiet he's began to tend to, alerting him that he has twenty-five miles until his tank is empty. A sharp huff of air leaves his nose, fingers curling around the leather of the steering wheel. He surveys his surroundings, and determines that he's still about thirty minutes out from Palm Springs.

There's a haze of blue light that flickers not too far in the distance. His headlights illuminate a green sign that reads LODGING AHEAD — ONE MILE.

Despite his feeble attempts to keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull; now that fumes have began burning off the truck's tailpipe, he decides to stop for the night. He fumbles for the phone that graces the cloth of his passenger seat.

Outside Palm Springs. See you in the morning.

He shoots the message off the Sarah, pulling into the hotel lot. Red dirt kicks up under his tires as the car slows with a jolt. He reaches for the key in the ignition, his head rolling back onto the rest. Too old for this shit, he thinks to himself. He hops out of truck, knees cracking as they reach the gravel beneath him. Definitely too old for this shit.

Joel's surrounded by the now eerie sound of quiet, save for the rustle of tumbleweeds and hot breeze wrapping around his stiffening frame. The hotel is adequate, by the looks of it. The spanish style terracotta adorned by cracks, the blue lighting fixtures in the building's arches are shorting, along with the neon nameplate on the front.

HOTEL CALIFORNIA, except with the flickering letters, it only fully reads H O E FOR A. Below the unfortunate sign, the word 'vacancy' cuts through the darkness.

It'll do for the night.

A small wooden fixture with directions acts as a fork in the road, with one arrow pointing towards the path to check-in and the other pointing towards the hotel bar. Fuck it, Joel thinks. He's spent eighteen hours on the road, the least he deserves is a whiskey.

So Joel chooses to find his fate in the bottom of a glass, boots crunching up a palm tree lined path to the bar. The lighting could be better, but the stars he has began to become acquainted with help enough to irradiate his way. A splintering wooden door comes into view, and when his fist pushes the cool metal handle open, the deafening silence of the desert night is immediately snuffed out.

The bar is electric, with dozens of patrons embellishing every dark and hazy corner, each nursing their own summertime cocktails while guffawing amongst themselves.

Joel blinks, finding himself racking his brain for the lack of cars he'd witnessed in the lot, expecting nothing short of a dead crowd. The crowd wouldn't shock him if this were Austin on Friday night, but it's the last thing he expected in the desert suburbs of Palm Springs.

He takes a seat on one of the pink leather barstools, the squeaky cover somehow welcomed after sitting on a truck bench for over ten hours. He's not one to feel out of place, but as his eyes scan amongst the partygoers, he can't help but feel like he's infringing on something.

An elderly couple, the woman sporting magenta hair, sways to the Mamas and Papas song floating from the jukebox in the corner. Besides them, a gang of bikers are enthralled in a painstaking game of snake eyes at a high table. A group of young kids around Sarah's age are still clad in their swimsuits, drunkenly strewn across a pool table as they fail to sink the solids and stripes.

Despite the vast differences between each of them, everyone seems to exist on the same peculiar plane of existence; one Joel's not sure if he'd like to be a part of just yet.

"What can I get you, looky loo?" A voice snatches him from his observations, a pair of raised eyebrows meeting his gaze.

Joel can't gauge the expression on your face. Despite the inquisitiveness on your brow, he knows it's not curiosity. Despite the turn of your lips, it's not amusement.

You cock your head in a way to repeat the question at hand.

"Whiskey neat.... Please." Joel manages to sputter out, turning his body fully towards you, ribcage pressing against the polished wood of the bar top.

You snort to yourself, retrieving a rocks glass that's stowed out of sight. Joel studies your features under the ambient light of the bar. You're fuzzy to him, even though no alcohol has reached his bloodstream.

"Not from around here, are you?" You prompt, slapping a Coors coaster on the wood before him, before placing the Johnnie Walker on top. Before he gets an answer out,

"Open or closed?"

His gaze flicks between you and his glass. Must not work for tips. You lean against the bar, both hands curling around the edge.

He assumes this is your way of marking your territory. Letting him know not to start shit in your place.

"That obvious, 'uh?" He huffs, eyes narrowing slightly as you crane your neck in response, "Leave it open, 'm good for it."

"Not a lot of people come through here wearing flannels in the middle of July." You tut with a small shrug of your shoulders.

The observation of his apparel has him taking the time to note yours — a pair of cut off Levi's and a faded Blondie tank.

He internally grimaces at the thought that you'd probably consider a band from his time nothing but a piece for your vintage collection.

"That, and your accent sticks out like a sore thumb. If you ignore the people who come through faking ones."

"Accent, huh?" A tiny smirk threatens to cross his features, but it's easily masked by the glass he brings up to his lips.

"Far as 'm concerned, only one here with an accent is you."

That gets a small chuckle out of you. A sense of pride creeps into his chest, one he quickly stomps out with another pull from the whiskey tumbler. Don't be a creepy old man.

"Where you visiting from, man with no name?" You push up off the ledge, reaching behind you to grab a highball glass filled with a fizzy red drink.

Joel scoffs at the nickname.

"Drinking on the job?" He ignores your question, brow quirking as he gestures towards your hand.

"It's a Shirley temple!" You gasp incredulously at his accusation, free palm coming up to clutch your proverbial pearls.

Your chest bounces slightly with the movement, causing the air to get caught in Joel's throat. He throws his palms up in mock defense, trying to hide the fact that he was just staring at your tits.

"C'mon, humor me. Where are you from?" You prod, bitten lips wrapping around the pink straw bobbing in the virgin cocktail. Joel takes the time to observe the chipping red polish on your nails. Maybe you should start working for tips. "I gotta hour left to kill."

Joel traces the rim of his glass, about a finger of Walker left in it. He clicks his tongue, gesturing to the ever lively crowd around him.

"Looks like you got plenty of people to entertain you 'round here."

"Oh, come on, man. I see these guys every weekend. Don't tell anybody, but I'm gettin' sick of 'em." You lean closer, your hushed tone existing somewhere in the ether between the boisterous bar goers and Steely Dan crooning.

"Sounds like they're loyal." Joel remarks, intentionally dodging your question once again. He's beginning to sense the fact that you're impatient. "'S matter with that?"

"The matter is that I'm bored, Butch Cassidy." The ice begins to rattle in your glass as you continue to swig at it. An offensively bright red cherry is twisted between the cubes. "'nother whiskey?"

"Jesus. If I tell you, would you stop with the nicknames?" He grunts, pushing the empty glass off the coaster across the bar top, leaving a trail in its wake.

Your eyes narrow, quick to snap up a rag to clean up his mess.

"Austin. It's in Texas."

"I know where Austin is." You bite back, refilling his glass before stepping away to help another customer.

It's the pink lady back for another glass of Chablis. She fawns over you as you pour the wine; long, magenta manicured nails that match her locks come out to pinch your cheeks, before tucking a ten dollar bill in the strap of your tank.

You make quick work of fixing yourself another shirley temple, perching yourself back in the emptiness in front of him. He didn't even realize he was waiting for you to return.

"So, Tex, what brings you to the Buttfuck Middle of Nowhere, California?" You quiz, your curious brow returning to its spot arched high on your forehead.

"Thought I said to stop with the nicknames." Another question avoided.

"Never said I do what I'm told." You singsonged, shirley stained lips twitching up under the muddy lighting.

"Wouldn't need to use a nickname if I knew your real name, Tex."

Trouble, Joel thinks.

You're nothing but trouble and he's nothing but stranded in the middle of the fuckin' desert.

He pauses for a few beats, taking the newfound silence between you to rake across the parts of your figure that aren't hidden by the bar.

"Joel." He breathes, giving in to your barrage of questioning for the second time this night.

It's your turn to pause, eyes shifting back and forth, finally pinning him with your gaze.

"Joel..." You repeat, voice so quiet his name is nearly lost within the bumbling conversations nearby.

His heart skips like a fucking teenager.

"I believe you." You declare, raising the bottle of Johnnie Walker to fill his glass once again.

Joel chuckles under his breath. Two things he thinks he knows about you now — impatient and untrusting.

"Didn't answer my other question, though, Joel. What are you doing here?" You prop your head on your hand, arms crossing on the sticky counter in front of you, as if you're telling him there's nothing more important in this moment than the answer to your question.

Joel cocks his head to the side, wondering what your endgame is. There's no way a good looking young woman like you cares what he's doing by himself on a Friday night a thousand miles from home.

Surely you can't be that bored; you have dozens of regulars here that, judging by the pink lady's treatment, adore you. He wonders if he should tell you the truth, since he'll never see you again. Tell you he's driving his daughter's childhood bed up to her crappy off-campus apartment in Westwood. Tell you that he's so fucking old he nearly fell asleep at the wheel and ran out of gas in the process. Tell you that his life back in Austin is so boring that he hasn't had weekend plans since Tommy's birthday a couple months back.

"Got some business up in Los Angeles I gotta tend to." He answers coolly, with a small shrug of his shoulders like it's no big deal. Despite the fact that he'll never see you again, something burrowed deep in Joel's chest doesn't want you to see him for what he is — boring dad to a college student with no social or sex life.

He chalks it up the fact that he thinks this is the longest conversation he's had with a woman that wasn't a client or the mother of another player on Sarah's varsity soccer team in years.

"Some business." You mock him. Ice rattles in the glass again. "What? You a hitman or somethin'?"

"No, smartass." His turn to narrow his eyes. Empty glass taps the bar top. "Contractor."

"Contractor, huh?" You wag your eyebrows as you pour his third whiskey of the night. "Must be good with your hands if they need you all the way out here from Austin."

If his glass weren't empty, he would have choked on its contents. He feels heat rise above the collar of his flannel, fever crawling up neck. He can't remember the last time he blushed.

"Guess so, trouble." He mutters just above a whisper, fingers brushing against yours as he tugs the now full glass out of your grasp.

"Never got your name."

"Polly!" A gruff voice sounds throughout the bar, an older gentleman poking his head out from a fluorescent bathed room tucked around a clay-colored corner. "How you doin' on ice?"

Your gaze shifts away from Joel at the interruption. Below the counter top, chipped fingers fiddle with an ice chest lid.

"'M good, Cliff! I'll fill it up before I leave." You shout back, the thud of the ice box falling shut punctuating your announcement.

The older man grunts, waving his hand at you dismissively as he stalks back into his beaming foxhole. You divert your attention back to Joel with an almost apologetic look gracing your features.

"That your name?" He prompts, a little too eagerly, "Polly?"

"Pol-?" You leer at him in confusion, the realization taking a moment to reach you.

"Oh, ha!" You bark out, snapping the rag that was resting over your shoulder against bar top. "No way. 'S just a nickname."

"Polly's your nickname, huh?" Joel squints.

Polly. Polly. Polly.

"What — you always want a cracker or somethin'?"

For the second time that night, Joel Miller makes you genuinely laugh. Your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut as your upper body shakes with tremors of humor. Suddenly, he has never felt less tired in his life.

"No, you ass." You roll your eyes, "'ts short for Pollyanna. That was Cliff, my boss. He calls me that to fuck with me."

"I see." Joel tuts, "Can't say I pegged you as a Pollyanna."

"'Cause I'm not, Joel the Contractor." You deadpan, staring at him straight in the eyes with an empty expression.

Joel can't tell if he's pissed you off or not, so he finishes the swig of whiskey left in his glass.

"Hm. Joel the Contractor... doesn't quite flow like Bob the Builder." You snicker, defusing the tension that Joel had feared he had created.

"So, you're not gonna tell me your real name?" Joel pushes, finding it only fair that he know yours now that you know his.

You purse your lips, bringing one of those red nails up to tap your chin in mock thought.

"Guess I'll show you mine, since you showed me yours."

Trouble, trouble, trouble.

You introduce yourself, nothing short of respectful, reaching the hand that was on your chin out to grasp his in a proper handshake.

Joel thinks your name suits you so well that he can't help but give you yet another once over, feeling like a little kid who just snapped the final piece into a jigsaw puzzle.

For the remainder of your shift, you and Joel fall into a consistent rhythm of what you'd like to think is banter, but you're pretty sure he just thinks you're a pain in the ass.

You're also pretty sure he likes it.

He catches the hands of his watch burning on his wrist, and decides that now is probably the right time for him to get out of the haze before he finds himself in real trouble.

Real trouble meaning he steps out of line with Sarah's polished moving itinerary she had emailed him earlier in the week.

"Nice meetin' you, Polly. Should be gettin' on my way." Joel sighs, reaching into denim to fish out his wallet. He slaps a few twenties on the polished wood beside the now damp Coors coaster.

He considers asking you if you accept all payment in your tank strap, but figures that right is only reserved for little old ladies with neon hair.

"Keep the change."

He thinks you deserved a tip after all.

"Nice meetin' you too, Joel the Contractor." You beam as you begin to erase all the evidence of his presence in the elusive bar, "See ya around?"

Joel rises from the squeaky barstool, eyes lingering on you for a few beats. There's a twinge of hopefulness on your features that tells him that you're actually asking if you'd see him again, not just making small talk out of boredom with a vagabond passing through.

Before he answers, he takes in his surroundings once more.

He notices the small waves and smiles thrown in your direction, each pleasantry fished from a different genre of bargoer. Joel decides he was right to feel like he was intruding before.

The bar mimicked an oasis, an escape for a myriad of souls who all wandered different walks of life; all paths leading to you, where you were waiting to pour them their first glass of water after a long trek in the desert.

"Maybe." He nods in your direction, turning on his heel to make his way out of the bar.

He doesn't look back, but he can feel your gaze on him until he crosses out of the oasis and back into the hot air of the July night.

He can't shake the smile on his lips as he drifts down the dust path to the hotel lobby. There was something freeing about being a stranger, something intoxicating about meeting a stranger, and something fulfilling about being somewhere strange. Although he prides himself on being put together — he's had to be every day for the past nineteen years — part of him is relieved he almost ran out of gas, relieved he didn't get a chance to make good on his plans.

He's relieved that even though he'll never see you or that Blondie shirt again, he met the bartender with a shitty nickname in a shitty bar.

But maybe, he's just relieved cause you got him drunk, as evidenced in the sway of his step.

So, Joel treks into the lobby, and pays the fifty nine dollars cash for a one night stay at the Hotel California.

He twirls the key around his ring finger as he heads out to his truck, the sound of the blush colored diamond keychain smacking against his palm the only sound within a twenty mile radius.

He reaches into the back seat to grab his duffle, heading down the breezeway to the row of rooms stowed around the corner, situated on the opposite side of the pink building that housed bar. His footsteps slow when he reaches his room — 101.

"Joel the Contractor!" Although he'd only heard that voice the first time an hour ago, he thinks he might be able to pick it out in a crowd.

There you were, smoke curling from your lips, worn leather jacket that was two sizes too big slouching around your frame as you ashed the burning cherry of your cigarette.

For the first time tonight, he saw you entirely — bright, full eyes beaming under weathered fluorescents.

You wore the same devilish smirk on your Shirley temple stained lips, but this time they were framed by your unruly hair shifting in the hot breeze.

Smooth legs littered with small, yellowing bruises and tiny scars led to scuffed up converse tapping on the concrete as you leaned against the door of room 100.

"Guess I will be seeing you around, neighbor."

a/n: welcome to the hotel california :~) this is the first fic i've written in a while so bare w me! i hope you guys are excited to meet joel and polly. feel free to come yell at me in my inbox.... EEK!

[oceantornadoo]

ocean's john price masterlist

18+!!! everything is f!reader unless specified otherwise

tired of everyone but you

sex ban (gn reader)

soulmate au (gn reader)

come back, be here

annoying neighbor part 2

office visit

something in the air

what's a divorce?

the cure for a bad day

mafia stalker price

duckie universe (best friend x marriage pact)

pad shopping

bad date

at the workplace

quiet hours

the prophecy

staring problem

pockets of possessiveness

yeah, honey?

lavender haze (tw: weed)

team’s night out

captain dilf

[newtonsheffield]

you know how people send you pics and ask which anthony or kate is this?

I saw this and had to ask! because it totally tracks with multiple Anthonys 🤣🤣🤣🤣

This for some reason reads as Lavender Haze Anthony going to Benedict’s bachelor party for me.

Him calling Kate, slurring his words like

“Can you come pick me up? Then you can come to my place and we can snuggle.”

“Your place?” Kate chuckled Already grabbing her keys. “Last I checked we lived in the same place. You have a secret flat I don’t know about?”

Kate heard an odd shuffling noise on the other end of the phone before Anthony sighed. “No, I never want to be away from you. You’re the hottest girlfriend I’ve ever had. Sometimes I literally can’t believe you’re with me.”

“Anthony, I’m your wife.” Kate rolled her eyes. Sliding into her car. “How much have you drunk?!”

“What?!”

“I’m pregnant with your child.”

“No!”

“I promise you it’s true.”

“This is the best day!”

[fitrahgolden]

First, if you haven't read the latest chapter of Molly's Lavender Haze, do that now.

Second, if you haven't read any of Lavender Haze, DO THAT NOW.

Third, was I so chuffed to bits at the thought of Kate stealing and wearing Anthony's shirt *before they've even gone on a date* that I forgot to read that last bit of the chapter because I was inspired to make a mood board about the simple yet effective outfit comprised of Anthony's shirt, a black bra, and jeans? Of course, yes.

Kate walking into work like, "If I'm not a fucking Viscountess by the end of this session, I'm questioning all my life choices."

@newtonsheffield

[endless-ineffabilities]

Endless Astro Fic Recs

a/n: had a bit of fun with this ol' site today. not all of my fics are here yet, and this will be updated as we go. also, I cannot speak as to the accuracy of my choices — if thou doth protest, you're welcome to do so!

main masterlist

Aries ♈️

turning red (modern Daemon)

burn them all for you (Aemond)

heart on fire (Aemond)

as I believe in you (Anakin)

if these walls could speak (Daemon/Aemond)

Taurus ♉️

she is my heart (Daemon)

hmm, a christmas drabble (Aemond)

babydoll (Bucky)

blue eyes so green (Ewan)

Gemini ♊️

chemical override (Ewan)

in the shadow of your heart (Daemon)

so high school (Bucky)

serrated edges (Aemond)

Cancer ♋️

the sapphire and his sun (Aemond)

there's hope for us yet (Anakin)

eclipsed (modern Aemond)

Leo ♌️

be young, be dope, be proud (modern Aemond)

fire like yours (Daemon)

but daddy, i love him (Daemon)

my man of the year (Ewan)

sun (Ewan)

do me no good (Ewan)

Virgo ♍️

casual (modern Aemond)

rogue ink (Daemon)

maroon (modern Aemond)

too soon to tell you I love you! (Ewan)

laundry day (Ewan)

Libra ♎️

backhand stroke (modern Aemond)

tongue in cheek (Tom Bennett)

husband for a day (Ewan)

Scorpio ♏️

sapphire-hearted (Aemond)

le marquis et le moineau (Marquis de Gramont)

dollface (Bucky)

revel in my depravity (Aemond au)

Sagittarius ♐️

diet pepsi (modern Aemond)

the other side of the door (Ewan)

the bolter (Steve/Bucky)

Capricorn ♑️

i will never say that i am in love (Aemond)

labyrinth (Aemond)

without you, i would not be (Daemon)

Aquarius ♒️

national anthem (modern Aemond)

in between (Ewan)

House Mitchell takes on Halloween (Ewan)

Pisces ♓️

lavender haze (Aemond)

the only place (Ewan)

technicolour (modern Aemond)

[ssweeterthanfiction]

📀𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽📀

Glimpse Of Us (WIP)

“Please. I want to remember. I just want to remember.”

Prolouge

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

One Shots

You Are In Love.- finnick odair and silent ways he tells you he loves you before dating

Innocent.- you find out finnick told snow he’d take on more clients to ensure your safety

My Angel.- a continuation of Innocent.

i wish i hated you.- finnick finds out you've been taking on "clients" as a way to make up for the past.

‘I Can See You’- you’re finnick’s mission. (finnick x capitol fem reader)

Sweet Nothing- domestic life with finnick odair (post-rebellion)

A Little Loving. - comfort sex with finnick after a stressful day (post rebellion)

Gold Rush- yearning for finnick odair.

Evermore-finnick’s late night thoughts. (part 2 of gold rush)

7 minutes.- finnick odair x fem!reader

A Little Accident- finnick crushing on the “cute” nurse (finnick odair x D13 nurse/medic!reader)

Modern Finnick Odair AUs!:

Cruel Summer - summer camp counselor finnick odair

Love Story- eras tour w/ finnick odair

so american- 4th of July w/ finnick odair

So High School- high school boyfriend finnick odair

Knight Finnick x Princess Reader AU!

“Beautiful”- attending a festival with your loyal knight

Finnick Odair x Apprentice Stylist Reader!

Green Eyes, Freckles, and Your Smile- finnick meeting his stylist's apprentice for the first time.

Questions Questions-finnick skipping training to talk to you

Never Let Me Go.- the moment you let finnick go, and the moment you got him back.

Falling In Love-victory tour moments between you and finnick.

Drowning.-finnick feels like he’s drowning when he sees you

Breathe-part two of drowning

Blurbs

high school finnick odair x the prophecy (taylor swift) coded reader

shy reader making out with finnick odair

finnick helping reader with a panic attack during a mission

first kiss with finnick odair

finnick odair x capitol corrupted reader. (inspo for GOU)

finnick odair x apprentice stylist reader

Wait for your love. (WIP)

“Honey, your too sweet for rock ‘n roll”

Tracklist:

New Girl; 1976

Groupie Love; 1976

America’s Sweetest Girl; 1976

Lavender Haze; 1976

Junkie; 1976

“Slut!”; 1977

Lust for Life; 1977

Logical; 1977

Is It Over Now?; 1977

Aurora (interlude); 1977

Midnight’s Regrets; 1978

No. 1 Party Anthem; 1978

Bonus Tracks:

The Grammys; 1979

Nonsense Christmas; 1976

La La Land (WIP)

“I’ll see you in the movies”

Winter

Traitor. (coming soon…)

“I know you’ll never feel sorry.”

Chapter One(coming soon.)

One-Shots

la la land!billy dunne x reader

Taste- billy at your concert

Please Please Please- billy hears your new song after getting out of jail

Fresh Out The Slammer- running back to billy after a break up

"Mr. Rockstar"- billy dunne x country singer reader

teenage dream.- billy and the band at your concert. (“traitor” popstar reader)

New Friends- how “traitor” popstar reader met the dunne brothers

Roadtrip Polaroids- roadtrip with your rockstar boyfriend

Sweet as Honey- your favorite rockstar comes to visit (billy dunne x country singer reader)

Dear Billy John- the girl in a dress wrote Billy a song. (billy dunne x country singer reader)

(For any blurbs, check the 🫧 anon or 🌿 anon tag on my page :D)

One-Shots

Sunsetz- in the woods with your sweet boyfriend (pre-50th hunger games/young haymitch)

The Three Times- the three times haymitch tried to protect you. (50th Hunger Games young haymitch x reader)

Someday, One Day- a crush on your big brother’s best friend (pre-50th hunger games/young haymitch)

[angelkhi]

lavender haze - a.a

pairing: abby anderson x f!reader

summary: you find yourself at abby anderson's house party, turns out she's a really attentive host. (no outbreak au)

warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of alcohol (they both have like 1 beer, 2 max) and smoking, abby (she's a warning), owen (he's a trigger warning let's be real), fingering, pet names (pretty girl, baby), semi-public sex, biting, slightly mean abby but like in a hot way.

word count: 2.5k

a little note: first abby fic, low-key nervous👀 not beta’d cause i’m sleepy. part two to little miss sunshine is coming but also i’m being lazy. anyways this is for my fellow girl kissers, love u bye x

A heavy beat thumps through the floor as you move through the crowded kitchen. Flashing lights and grinding bodies envelope your senses and you grip your bottle a little tighter, pushing through the crowd until you're practically tumbling out of the back door.

You round the corner, finding comfort in the shadows and take a deep breath. The evening breeze and cool brick soothes your warm skin, the slight drip of condensation from your bottle dripping down your fingers.

You hadn't expected to spend your Saturday evening amongst a sea of sweaty bodies and smoke, but Ellie had forced your hand, refusing to let you spend another weekend cooped up on the sofa.

The same Ellie who had conveniently ducked out on you the second she saw Dina.

You're no stranger to this type of thing, but recently the solitude of your home has outweighed any desire to go out partying. Even now, in the throes of it all, a minute alone away from it feels good. You tilt your head back, eyes closed trying to extract just a moment of calm from the screeching and playlist of 90's throwbacks.

"Hey stranger."

Even in the dim light you can tell she looks good. A tight black tee stretches across her broad shoulders, moulding to her trim waist. Her arms bulge slightly when she takes a sip from her beer, eyes never leaving yours.

"Hey Abs."

Abby Anderson. Friend by proxy, craved by default. She'd worked her way into your silly little brain the day she met you with her coy smiles and rasping voice. You still remember her knocking at your bedroom door, her body taking up most of the frame as she asked for the code to the wifi.

Why Ellie couldn't just give it to her you don't know, but you couldn't complain. She'd hunched over your shoulder, repeating every digit bsck to you as she typed it into her phone. Then, before she left she gave you a simple friendly pat on the thigh and said “thanks pretty girl” with one of those half tipped smiles.

You spent the nights following face down in your pillow, riding your fingers imagining it was her strap pushed deep inside you.

She continues watching you, skin tinted purple and half concealed by the shadows. The silence stretches to an almost uncomfortable width between you and you clear your throat.

“Nice party.” Maybe you should’ve stayed silent. Abby just shakes her head and smiles, clearly amused by your futile attempts at conversation. For a while she just stands there, nursing her bottle, always watching you.

“You’ve been avoiding me?” She speaks after a moment. Abby loves this, making you squirm. Making statements and disguising them behind questions. You take a special interest in your scuffed shoes avoiding her gaze, because beneath her insufferable cockiness, she’s not lying.

Being in her presence alters your brain chemistry piece by piece until all that swirls around you there is Abby Abby Abby. Still you don’t give her the satisfaction of an answer, settling on shrugging your shoulders instead.

She takes a step closer and suddenly the brick against your back feels icy rather than soothing. You’re trapped beneath her gaze and her slow approach.

“C’mon pretty girl, you not gonna give me an answer?” There she goes again with that pretty girl. Questions that aren’t really questions. Maybe if she was less everything you’d be able to function like a regular human being around her.

“No apologies? No sorry for making you miss me Abby, huh?” She’s so ridiculously close to you now, making her demands. She’s putting her cards down on the table, waiting, pushing until you pull and unravel the thread between you two.

“What are you doing Abs?” You feel the ghost of her knuckles tracing your arm, leaving a burning fire in their wake. She takes another step closer, until your shoes bump one another.

“Tell me to stop.” She puts her bottle down, resting her now empty palm against the brick, inches above your head. “You tell me right now to turn around and walk back into that party and I will.”

“I-“

She’s everywhere. In your dreams when you sleep, on your mind when you wake. And now she’s here. In the flesh. She smells like pine and alcohol, sweet with a bitter edge, grounding you in what you’re struggling to believe is reality. Your words die on your lips. Of course you don’t want her to leave, you’d do just about anything to make her stay.

“Hm, that’s what I thought.”

Her broad nose nudges your cheek, cold against your burning skin. She presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, a taunting smirk lighting up her features as you keen for more. Her forefinger and thumb grip your chin ever so lightly, eyes trained on your lips, making you stew in the unrelenting tension.

Finally, her lips touch yours, slow and exploring at first, as though she wants to savour the moment as much as you do.

Her hands grip the glass bottle as your hands go lax at your sides, placing it next to hers on the old rusting barbecue.

Then her hands are on your hips, rough yet soft, commanding your movements and giving you the chance to back away all at once. You don’t.

Abby has never been a patient person. She always takes what she wants when she wants it. You can’t complain though, she does it do damn well. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with your body. Abby Anderson is kissing you, not in some dream where she evaporates into the harsh morning sun, not in some shower time fantasy that runs up your water bill. She’s here. Tangible. Kissing you.

She tastes faintly of mint and cheep beer, her soft tongue moving harshly against yours as she all but claims you in a kiss. Her thumbs stroke the soft skin of your stomach, the rough pads of her fingers a source of electricity.

You rest your hands in the nape of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. Her soft blond hair tickles your fingertips and when she nips your lower lip, your back arches, moulding you perfectly into her.

Her thumb strokes just above your bellybutton, small torturous circles sending your stomach into spasms and your thighs clenching. It’s impossible to stay as calm and collected as her, especially as she pops the button on your jeans, taking her sweet sweet time to pull down the zipper.

Her lips suckle on the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a pretty purple mark. It’s so visible, unable to be hidden by your shirt. No matter where you go tonight, everyone will know that Abby Anderson has claimed your body. Not that she didn’t already own your mind and soul.

Her rough fingers, tracing the your damp cotton panties, not giving your enough pressure to truly feel her. But she’s there. So close to where you need her.

“Please.” Your voice is quiet and hoarse, every function of your being focused on getting Abby to touch you. You desperately push your hips into her, gasping from the small bit of pleasure that’s not nearly enough to give you relief.

She pouts at you, removing her hand entirely and you wonder how she could be so cruel and give you so much at the same time.

You’re surprised you don’t fold there and then, that single touch enough to have you needling against her lips. She presses her fingers against your sensitive clit, rubbing in small circles, trailing down to your sipping hole and back up. She keeps you like that for a while, on the edge of pleasure, desperate and doe eyed all for her.

Maybe it’s the way you whisper her name like a prayer, or the soft dazed glint in your pretty eyes, but she relents sliding a finger inside of you right to the knuckle, pressing her lips against yours to quieten your soft sounds.

You grip the tight material of her shirt, anchoring yourself to her as you get lost in her taste, her scent, her sounds.

“More. Please Abs. Need to feel you.” She didn’t think it would take so little to get you babbling like this, half way to sinking into her like a rag doll. She presses another of her digits into you, groaning as your tight wet channel greedily sucks her in.

“You’re so good for me baby.” Her lips are warm and soft against your cheek when she pecks you, a stark contrast to the images she has of you floating around her head, or the way her hand moves between your legs.

“Gonna let me stretch you open, ruin this perfect little cunt?” Another demand. One that has you clamping down on her. You nod, the only words on your lips her name. Abby Abby Abby over and over.

The pads of her fingers nudge something inside of you when she curls her fingers, palm smacking your clit with the force of her thrusts. She actually chuckles when your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth opens. You look so pretty like this, bent to her will.

She alternates her thrusts, keeping you panting from her unforgiving pace one moment and whining from the slow grinds the next.

But it’s not enough for her, for either of you. Her hands make quick work of helping you yank your t-shirt up and bra down, exposing you to any prying eyes.

The image would startle anyone, Abby’s build frame hunched over you, her hand down your trousers as she sucks at your exposed breasts, barely concealed by the shadows, not even 10 steps from the porch.

"Such perfect tits." The light breeze picks up slightly, brushing over your sensitive nipples, wet with Abby's spit.

“Abby, fu-uck” Your voice breaks off into a harsh moan when her teeth sink into your flesh. It’s barely enough to hurt, but it leaves a small mark, like her own personal claim on you. You buck your hips further into her hand, almost buckling when the rough callous of her thumb presses against your clit.

She has some type of power over you. The kind where your brain takes a while to catch up with the rest of you, leaving you to blurt out stupid things.

“Imagined you fuckin me dumb on your strap, making me take it.” Your breath catches in your throat when her wrist flexes, changing her angle slightly. “Feels so good.”

A triumphant grin breaks out on her face and she tilts her head slightly, swallowing down her own moan.

"You think about me when you're playing with this pretty cunt of yours?" She whispers, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “Don’t go all quiet on me now.”

You’re a babbling incoherent mess, bent to her will. Your body moves as one with hers, your lips move when she tells you, your brain turns to mush as she wishes. In this moment you’re hers. All you can do is nod.

“Did you leave your door open on purpose? You want me to catch you lookin so pretty with your ass in the air, huh? Whining my name like a bitch?” There’s a condescending edge to her voice that spurs you on more than you’d like to admit.

Any initial embarrassment you’d felt is washed away the instant you realise that she had enjoyed it just as much as you. Abby Anderson enjoyed perving on you as much as you enjoyed the thought of her using you into the mattress.

“You love it don’t you, knowing I watched you fuck yourself.” You can’t contain the whine that bubbles up and out of your throat, paying no mind to the fact that someone could be listening.

She laughs again.

“Yeah, you fuckin do.”

You rest your hands on her stomach, her muscles rippling beneath your fingers with each precise movement. You let your hands roam, wondering if she'd let you pin her down and rub your puffy clit against each perfectly sculpted ridge.

"Abby!" a voice calls from somewhere around the corner, "Abs where are you?"

Your head turns quickly, seeking out the disembodied voice in the dimly lit garden. You should push her away, maybe pull your shirt down and have some decorum. But of course she’d never let you, instead pressing her body closer to yours, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

“No no no, eyes on me, thats it pretty girl.” Her fingers grasp your chin, forcing your eyes away from where the vaguely familiar voice had called out to her.

The sound of her fingers fucking into your messy cunt is downright filthy, drowned out only by the spike in music when someone steps outside. You grip her braid when she hunches over, tongue flicking at your nipples again. Her lips are soft yet torturous when she suckles on them, pulling wanton moans from you.

She hooks her fingers, grinding her palm down on your clit, shifting her other hand from your chin to your lips, muffling your cries.

“He doesn’t get to see you like this.” Your nails dig into her biceps when her pace becomes bruising. “C’mon baby, use me, cum all over my hand.”

You have no choice to comply. There’s no way you couldn’t when you’re practically riding her hand, her thick fingers so perfectly hitting every spot you need them. She pushes her palm flat against your sensitive clit, teeth scraping lightly over the marks on your tits and you’re done for.

You press your hips into her hand, riding out your orgasm as the world becomes a little hazy, a slight ringing in your ears as you all but gush all over her palm.

Gazing up at her barely illuminated face, she looks about as wrecked as you feel. Her pretty cheeks are tinted pink and her lips are a swollen cherry red. She looks so pretty like this. A slight bit of jealously sets in your stomach when you consider anyone else seeing her like this. It’s stupid but it should be for you and you only.

She presses her sweet lips to yours, letting you grind down on her once more and removes her fingers from your wrecked panties. The kiss is messy, the two of you moaning into each others mouths like there isn’t a party going on a few feet away.

She pulls back, only slightly, enough to take in your half lidded gaze and swollen lips. Her thumb traces your bottom lip as she mutters under her breath "fucking Owen," listening to him call out her name but making no effort to move.

When his voice grows closer she steps away from you, sighing. He's not going to let up. She tentatively pulls your shirt down and helps you fix your trousers, pressing small kisses to your cheeks.

"Come find me later, yeah?" It's not so much a request as it is a command. One you find yourself easily obliging to.

Then she's gone, stepping into the glow of the purple lights, surrounded by tendrils of swirling smoke from someone's cigarette. She follows Owen for a few paces and pauses.

She's nonchalant when she turns to you and presses her fingers to her tongue, sucking your slick from them with a barely there smirk.

You watch as she follows Owen inside, leaving you slumped against the wall, jeans unbuttoned, body just as hot as when you stepped outside.

in conclusion i love my wife 🫶🏾 (also hc/drabble recs are open for now 😘)