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msbigredmachine · 1 year ago

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Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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spiderb00 · 5 months ago

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How would each of the Kats react to their girlfriend being EXTREMELY close(physically and relationship wise) with another celebrity/friend e.g Megan's reaction to her girlfriend being physically close and having a close/flirty relationship with Kylie(Cantrall)

That's an interesting question actually...

Manon was very jealous, like, VERY JEALOUS. Being Dominick's drummer has earned Yn some friendships in the music industry, and that's when Yn met her best friend, Bea, like, Beabadoobee.

Yn and Bea met before Manon and Yn started dating, so when Manon met Yn's closest friends, she definitely noticed how close the two girls were. They laughed at inside jokes, talked while leaning in, and constantly sent each other messages (mostly cat videos).

So one day when Manon exploded in jealousy, Yn was quick to assure her that Manon was the only one she wanted. She took all the weight off the brunette's shoulders, Yn was clear and objective, and from that day on, Manon was more relaxed.

Sophia never had much of a problem with jealousy, she knew that Yn had some friends, but she was never jealous of any of them, at least not until she met one of the employees who worked with Yn at The Plazza.

Sophia felt more insecure than actually jealous, the woman had blue eyes, blonde hair, a perfect smile, she compared herself. Paranoia may have gotten the better of her, 'cause she started to think that maybe Yn was very interested in the woman.

When she finally said this to Yn, the taller woman was really surprised, Sophia had never said something like that, being insecure with someone? It had never happened. So, Yn did the right thing. She took her to the bedroom, and spent hours assuring her that there was no woman more beautiful than Sophia. (I had an idea for kids out that was exactly like this...)

Daniela was practically used to it, she knew that many women flirted with Yn, so she was already cauterized. But the biggest reason she never freaked out with any woman was that Yn never gave her the chance.

Yn was always quiet, she was polite, she saved lives all the time, but at the end of the day, she just wanted to stay in her space doing the things she loves. Yn always dismissed any woman who came near them, and all of Yn's friends knew that the girl was not at all familiar with touching.

Daniela was very proud when she remembered that she was the only one who could touch Yn without her pulling away, or breaking an arm (depending on the person)

Lara was too much, she wouldn't admit it, she wouldn't let ANY woman breathe near Yn anymore. Sure, Yn might have friends, but the girl knew that if Lara saw any of them touching her too much, oh man, there would be a war.

And not just with Yn's friends, Lara would keep an eye on all the female artists who would record with Yn. She would want a full report of how the studio session went, and if she noticed anything wrong she would fight back.

I think the only group she would relax with would be Le Sserafim, if you were recording with the girls, she would be fine. One time, Yunjin told Lara that one of the interns at the record company was trying to hit on you, Lara came running to the studio, thanking Yunjin a thousand times for being her eyes.

Oh, Megan. The girl was pulling her hair out at first. So, Kylie and Megan are friends, so I don't think she would be jealous of Kylie, but with Malia it's a different story...

Let's remember, Yn and Malia were in "the baby-sitters club", so Malia introduced Yn to Kylie, they became friends, and then one day when they were hanging out together, Kylie introduced Yn to Megan.

When Megan and Yn started dating, Megan was very jealous of Malia with Yn, the two had known each other for a long time, they always went out together, sent a lot of messages and all that.

The jealousy only stopped when Megan actually met Malia, the redhead finally saw that they were close, but not as a couple, but as sisters. They were joking around with each other, supporting each other and it seemed very innocent to Megan if she wants to think anything, so everything was resolved.

#megan skiendiel thoughts 💭#daniela avanzini thoughts 💭#sophia laforteza thoughts 💭#manon bannerman thoughts 💭#katseye thoughts 💭#lara raj thoughts 💭

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stilessp · 2 months ago

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mexico

stiles stillinski x bsf reader

warnings : smut, pet names, oral, swearing

*Do not copy or translate my work*

not proof read sorry if there’s some mistakes!

stiles had been my best friend for over 5 years us both meeting on the first day of high school and inseparable ever since. me and stiles had always been touchy and flirty with eachother because it never meant anything, until we went to mexico stiles had been paying extra attention to me either having his hand on my waist or thighs when we were on the way back from trying to find derek scott decided to stay in mexico for an extra day to find him with kira and malia so it was just me and stiles on the way back. stiles was running his hand up and down my thighs and squeezing them and he was slowly putting his hand higher up my leg and you were getting turned on “sti pull over for a second” he pulls over looking at you curiously “stiles are you okay, you haven’t let me go this whole trip” you say looking at the hand on your leg “i- uh im sorry i just haven’t been touched in months and it’s getting too much” you look at him and without thinking you lean over and kiss him both of you crawling into the backseat of the jeep you crawled on his lap both of you letting out desperate moans and breathes and trying to keep up with eachother until stiles pulls away “yn wait are you sure you wanna do this” he says praying you don’t back out now “oh im sure i’ve wanted you to take me this whole trip” without another word he smashes his lips back into yours grabbing your hips, you started rocking your hips back and forth grinding down hard but slow “oh fuck yn your killing me” stiles says groaning tilting his head back allowing you access to kiss his neck giving him hickeys while he leads your hips back and forth, you grab the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere in the jeep along with yours and kissing down his body “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted us to do this yn” he says to you in between kisses as you move lower down to unbuckle his belt pulling his pants down “trust me ive wanted you for so long sti” you say pulling out his his hard dick gasping at the size and slowly licking the pre cum off his painfully red tip, you lick up the side and slowly start bobbing your head up and down until he’s going all the way down your throat “fuck just like that baby” he says grabbing your hair and involuntarily bucking his hips up making you gag “sorry princess it’s js too good o-oh” you moan at the name and all you can hear is his loud moany breathes as you continue moving up and down “i’m gunna cum” he says in a breathless moan and suck a little harder till the squirts of hot liquid come rushing down your throat and looking up at stiles through your eyelashes to see him all sweaty and beautiful, you pull away and pull your shorts and panties down and sit on his lap facing him “stiles i need you so bad right now” you say needily still trying to catch your breathe until he pushes his hips up into you causing you to let out a scream both pain and pleasure he felt so big inside me fucking me so good filling me up “oh stiles feels so good” you say kissing his neck bouncing up and down on his cock both of you panting and moaning loudly, the jeep windows getting foggy, he starts rubbing your clit and flipping you over onto your back and lifting your leg up as he was hitting your g spot over and over causing you to see stars “stiles i’m about to cum” you say squeezing around his cock moaning so loud i’m sure anyone could hear “come for me baby” as soon as he said that your legs shaking and you cum all over his cock “oh yn that was so hot why didn’t we do this sooner” stiles says laughing while both of you come down from the high “i have no idea that was amazing” slowly getting off him and putting your clothes back on and finding a bottle of water “we are definitely doing that again” stiles says before starting the jeep to start the long journey home.

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helaenaxyf · 3 months ago

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Stay away or dont

🚨(toxic relationship- neice reader x uncle - Smut - violence - marriage when teen - Fights - desperation for heirs and love - desperate aegon - self h@rm)

Summary : You were the duaghter of rhaenyra and daemon the only girl in you're family. There was tension between the throne as you're mother Rhaenyra figured to make you marry you're uncle aegon as a teen to ease tension for the throne. But that wasn't the case as aegon took the throne and you were stuck in this loveless toxic marriage where fights and violence involve

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You were stuck. In this hell of a marriage.

You weren't allowed to do anything other than be a dutiful "loving" wife to you're uncle

You had been angry,sad,loved in all times. But one always came around. And that was anger and hatred,you promised you're mother her throne would be secured and she would be the queen she was.

Well until Alicent has made aegon take the throne. You were crowned as queen. But didn't attend the coronation. You were in you're chambers refusing to eat sleep or go outside. You just sat against the bed laid back you're hands on you're face.

You couldn't believe this was what to come

You didn't like it one bit.

It was a betrayal to you're mother. You had thought of you're self as a bad duaghter a disgrace for letting such a thing happen and you couldn't even stop it.

You started to hurt yourself

Do anything to ease the guilt and anger you felt.

You started drinking moon tea every night to make sure you didn't bore aegons heirs.

And that was when he started becoming the asshole he was.

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You were sat in youre chambers for the second week this time you crossed you're arms and bit on you're long nails as you saw the door to yours chambers open

"My queen, I bought you you're requested moon tea" she said holding a tray with a nervous smile

"Put it here malia" you gestured to the table next to youre bed

The maid smiled as she placed the tray on the table "would u like anything else my lady?"

"No i do not. You may leave." You said as you took the cup of tea to youre lips

"Right..the king has been wanting you to attend dinner with him." The maid said before walking out as she stared at you from the door

This was the 6th time in the week he has told you to attend dinner with him. Other than his bed and council meetings.

"I dont want to see his face. I'd rather be here." You said sipping the tea

"Oh..okay my queen" she bowed as she left the room closing the door

"Queen?" Now that was a thing u hated to hear. It made you're heart harden like a hard peice of metal.

You sighed as you finished you're tea as you placed the cup on the tray

It was already at night and you felt no sleep at all.

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"Where is she?" He said "I thought i told you to make her come?

"I did you're grace..she refused." The maid said as she placed the goblet of wine in front of him in the table

Aegon clenched his jaw "how many times than? Does she want to ignore me forever?"

The maid gulped she didn't know what to say as she glanced at alicent

"Leave." Alicent gestured for the maid as she turned to aegon "my son you're wife is probably stressing. She wants time."

"It's been one week or two mother. You can't expect me to have a wife...so away." He said with a frown

"Well you two fight a lot. Hit each other like mad pupil's. Perhaps she just wants a break." Alicent pauses "eat my son. You'll feel better after it." Alicent put a piece of meat in aegons plate

"A break? Where does she even go? She locks herself in her chambers all day. And when she does come down..." He pushed the plate away, his stomach churning at the thought of food "...she's got that look in her eyes, like she'd rather burn than sleep in my bed."

"Oh and aon't even get me started on her mother. Rhaenyra is always poking her nose in where it doesn't belong. Trying to turn my wife against me." He stood up, his anger simmering just below the surface "I'm the king, for gods' sake!"

"nd she's my wife, bound to me by blood and vows. She can't just ignore me forever. It's...it's disrespectful. To me and to the gods." He poured himself another goblet of wine, his hand shaking slightly "I need her. By my side."

"Asgon you were violent towards her ever since you two got married" alicent said in a firm tone looking at her son "and sit down."

He scowled at his mother's command, but sat back down nonetheless, slamming his goblet on the table "Fine. I'm sitting. But this conversations not over." He looked at his mother, his gaze intense "She's my wife."

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Later on you were sat still in youre bed chambers running you're fingers thru the locks of you're hair as you stared at the ceiling

You missed home. Everyone

This wasn't a home rather than a dungeon

Soon as you were dozing off

There was a soft knock on your door. You froze, half-expecting your husband to barge in . But the knock was soft, almost timid. "Your Highness?" A maid's voice called out. "Yes?" You answered softly, pulling the blanket higher around your chest

" Queen Mother sent me, Your Highness. She asked if you were hungry. You haven't eaten all day." The maid entered your chambers, her eyes flicking to your pale face and dark circles. She curtseyed "Your Highness, you barely sleep too." She murmured softly

"I dont want food. But I want some moon tea. Could u go get some from the maestar?" You asked

The maid looked at you with concern, understanding the unspoken request. "Yes, Your Highness. I'll get some moon tea from the maester." She curtseyed again and hurried out of the room.

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Just as soon the maid was carrying the tray of moon tea as she walked thru the halls to the path to youre chamber until a figure stopped her from behind "for who?"

"The queen" The maid answered softly, curtseying. "Moon tea?" Aegon eyes narrowed darkly "At this hour?" He looked at the tray again "She sleep at all?" He asked quietly, almost a bit mad. The maid hesitated "Not really, Your Grace." She admitted softly

Aegon grabbed the tray from the maid's hands, nearly spilling the moon tea. His eyes flashed with a dangerous combination of alcohol and anger. "Every night? Why does my wife need moon tea every bloody night?"

The maid shrank back slightly, intimidated by his anger. "Your Grace..." She hesitated "She...she doesn't sleep. The moon tea helps her..." "Helps her what?" Aegon snapped, his voice loud. The maid lowered her voice "prevent...child."

Aegon's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed dangerously "Prevent child?" He repeated, his mind racing with anger and realization "She's trying to prevent having my child?" He threw the tray down on a nearby table, the moon tea splashing over the sides of the cup.

"she had symptoms of pregnancy the first week..before youre coronation. but..um..."

But?" The maid looked down "She...she made the maester give her something to..." She swallowed hard "To get rid of it." She whispered softly. Aegon froze "She aborted my child?" He asked quietly dangerously "She got rid of my heir?" His voice raised slightly

"She says she didn't want to see youre face anymore..that's why she refused to come attend dinner and youre council meetings with you and ur chamber: the maid says

His mind reeled with anger and betrayal "She refused to see my face?" He growled "She refused to attend my council meetings, my feasts, my bed?" He asked through gritted teeth "She locked herself away like a prisoner?" The maid nodded slowly, fearful of his rising anger.

"Is she awake?" He said looking at the maid with a frown

"She is..awake you're grace."

He pushed past the maid, storming into your chambers without knocking. He found you sitting on the bed, running your fingers through your hair, looking pale and done. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it. "You,"

"Me?" You said with a frown "me what?" You had dry lips resulting in a lip cut from it.

He approached you slowly, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "You," He repeated, his voice low and dangerous "You aborted our child. You refused to even look at me, let alone attend my meetings or share my bed." He stopped in front of you, towering over your seated form

"You took my mothers throne. made me miserable and youre violent with me. this is toxic and I never wanted this." You spat out with angr

His anger spiked "You ungrateful little..." He almost shouted "I make you queen! I give you jewels, silks, a castle! I protect you! And you what?" He pointed at you accusingly "You get rid of my child? Refuse to sleep with me?"

"is that all that matters? sleeping with you like a whore from a brothel?" You yelled as he grabbed you're jaw harshly making you wince

Watch your tongue!" He growled, fingers tightening slightly on your jaw. "I've been gentle with you! More gentle than any man would with a wife who spits poison!" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper "And yes, it matters. I want an heir."

"Gentle? Gentle?" You laughed bitterly at his audacity to say that "gentle my ass. And I won't give u an heir. No matter how much I ruin me."

His face turned red with rage "You're speaking treason!" He shouted, slamming your head against the bedpost. You cried out in pain as he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back roughly "I'll make you regret ever speaking those words!" He snarled, his hand raising to strike you again.

You turned youre face away just in case he hit you but he didn't.

"And you think getting rid of my child showed some respect? Some love for your husband? Some respect for your blood?" He leaned closer, voice venomous "I should break your jaw for that stunt. That child was Targaryen blood, royal blood - and you flushed it down the drain like-"

"like it was nothing!" He finished, his face mere inches from yours. His eyes, ablaze with fury and liquor, bored into you intensely. "Do you understand the magnitude of your actions? The betrayal? Killing my heir - our heir - before it even drew breath!"

"I never wanted to be a mother!" You shouted as you pushed his hands away from the aching feeling on youre jaw

He stood up, towering over you "You never wanted to be a mother? Fine! You'll never be a mother again!" He snarled, his hand reaching for the dagger at his belt. "I'll make sure of it. I'll cut out your womb myself if I have to!"

"What? Are you crazy!?" You're eyes widened as you shouted

Crazy? Perhaps." He unsheathed the dagger, the steel glinting dangerously in the candlelight "But I'll never let you abort another one of my children. Never." His voice was deadly serious "You hate carrying my heirs? Then you won't have to."

His mind raced dangerously. "You know what? I should do it. Cut it out. Make you sterile. You won't get pregnant again. You won't abort another one of my children. Problem solved." He raised the dagger slightly, his eyes dark and dangerous.

You felt like you wanted to faint you're heart was pounding in youre ears you couldnt think as you muffled a whimper

He heard your whimper. Your eyes were wide with fear, your body frozen. He knew you were finally taking him seriously. He raised the dagger higher "Spread your legs." He ordered darkly "One swift cut, no more babies. No more preventing.."

"Wait..please..this isn't what was supposed to happen. I wanted to be a mother. But I didnt want to have one with you. You took my mothers throne and made me miserable." You said with a panting breath

Not with me?" He repeated, his voice dripping with venom "So you'd rather be a mother to some other man's child? Some stable boy or servant? Is that what you want?" He snarled, the dagger still raised "You're my wife. You'll carry my children."

"Please.." you're fingers made the dagger in his had go down

He paused, his gaze locked on your trembling fingers. He slowly lowered the dagger, his chest heaving with anger and frustration. "You think a simple touch can stop me?" He growled, his eyes flashing with fury. "I should still-"

You wrapped you're hands around his neck kissing him as you pulled back panting "please." You whispered

His breath caught in his throat as you kissed him, unexpected and intense. He could feel your trembling lips against his, your hands shaking against his neck. The dagger clattered to the floor as he found himself kissing you back - rough, passionate. "Don't..." His voice came out ragged

"every man wanted my hand and fuaght for me in the and I'm with you and you don't treat me like I deserve" you whimpered

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours "You think you deserve better? You think the kings and lords who fought for your hand would treat you better than I do?" He asked darkly "They would have you in their beds every night, not arguing and fighting like we do."

"That's not the point. You're supposed to cherish me. Not be violent with me." You said looking at his eyes

His eyes were cold "Cherish you? You think I should cherish you like a precious jewel, not argue, not punish, not raise a hand to you? You think I should be gentle and kind, like a lovesick fool?" His jaw clenched

"Whyd you even agree to marry me than?"

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Because you were the most beautiful woman in the realm,we were arranged to marry by my half sister youre mother and my father" He said simply "And I wanted you. I still want you." He stepped closer "But want and love are not the same thing. I never promised you love."

"that's why I don't give u heirs. youre supposed to be...my husband not a uncle I married for duty"

He let out a bitter laugh "Your duty, my duty, it's all just words. You're my wife, and I'm your husband, but we might as well be strangers. We're bound by duty, not love." He looked at you critically "But you're wrong about one thing."

"What?"

"Im not just your uncle. I'm your husband. And as your husband, it's my duty to ensure you produce an heir. Whether you like it or not." He reached out and grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You will carry my child."

"...how about if I give you an heir. Youll promise to love me. After all. Weren't you always desperate for you're mummy's love?"

His eyes darkened slightly. "You hit below the belt." He murmured. "Answer the question first. If you give me an heir, will you have conditions?" His eyes watched you carefully, waiting for your answer. His mind racing.

"What's that supposed to mean? Anf..yes I will have conditions. If for you to love me."

His face was impossible to read "Let me get this straight. You'll give me an heir - a son - if..." He paused "If I fall in love with you? Act loving? Treat you like a wife should be treated?" He asked carefully, watching your expression closely.

"Yes. Starting..now. I dare you." You lifted the hems of you're gown/skirt

He stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. He'd never loved anyone before. He'd never even come close. But there was something about you that made him feel things he'd never felt before. He reached out, his hand gently lifting the hem of your skirt. "Starting now, hmm?"

You nodded looking at him

He slowly lifted your skirt, revealing your bare legs. He looked at them for a moment before slowly kneeling down in front of you. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs brushing against your inner thighs. "I'm going to start by tasting you."

You're breath hitched as you stared at him

He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your core. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a newfound emotion. Something soft, something loving. He pressed a gentle kiss to your folds before parting them with his tongue and tasting you slowly, reverently. "Mmm..."

Youre head leaned back you're fingers yanking his head

He moaned into you, the vibrations intensifying the sensation. He could feel you pulling his hair, urging him closer. He obliged, burying his face between your thighs and devouring you like a starving man. He could feel himself growing harder just from tasting you.

You moaned as you're eyes shut

He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he ate you out hungrily. He could feel you tensing, getting closer to the edge. He looked up at you again, his eyes filled with a loving expression he'd never shown before "My wife..."

My beautiful wife..." He murmured against your pussy before sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. He felt you shake and tremble as you came, your juices flooding his mouth. He drank it all in, his heart swelling with emotion.

"I...want it." You gasped out from the sensuastion

He rose swiftly, his eyes darkening with lust and a fierce tenderness. "Your wish is my command, my queen." He unfastened his breeches, freeing his rigid cock. He kicked them off impatiently before gripping your hips and lifting you onto a nearby table in one swift motion.

You parted youre legs youre face on the table all sweaty the hair sticking to youre face

He watched you spread your legs for him, your body glistening with sweat. He lined himself up, his hands spreading your thighs wider "You're beautiful..." He whispered softly. He pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch. He caught your moan with his mouth, kissing you deeply.

He began to move slowly, deeply, hitting just the right spot to make you gasp. He was usually dominant and rough in bed, but now... now he was being gentle, loving. His hands stroked your hair, your face, as he made tender love to you "My love..."

"I'm...close.." you whimpered out

"He increased his pace slightly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you just right. "Come for me, my love. Let me feel you squeeze my cock." He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressing and guiding your hips. He could feel himself building too, his pace becoming more urgent.

You moaned as you finally came un done

He buried his face in your neck, his hot breath panting against your skin as he found his release inside you "My queen... My love... My wife..." He whispered, his body shuddering as he poured himself into you. He stayed like that, holding you in his arms on the table.

"Don't break that promise.." you panted

"I wont." He whispered into youre ears

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zegrasdrysdale · 1 year ago

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[ christmas cookies ] j. hughes

day three of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) and Jack make a bit of a mess in the kitchen when they bake Christmas cookies since they’re both home because of the snow

warning(s) : some sexual content and language, implied sex. mainly fluffy tho :)

author’s note : i KNOW this is very late according to the schedule i put out but it was my birthday weekend so i didn’t have much down time to write or post anything. i think day four is coming at some point during the day tomorrow so keep an eye out for that

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"Jack!" (Y/N) yells as she runs back into the bedroom. "Jack. Baby, it's snowing and I don't have to go to work." She happily jumps on her side of the bed and crawls up to her sleeping boyfriend. Jack lets out a groan when she lays herself on top of him. She's like a happy puppy.

Jack mumbles an "it's early" and doesn't open his eyes.

She frowns and sits up on his waist. "It's snowing," she tries again. "I think you promised me that you would bake cookies with me next time it snowed since we would both be home all day." When Jack doesn't move, she begins to jump up and down on her knees like she's riding him. "Jack Hughes, get your cute ass out of bed and make cookies with me!"

His hands fly to her waist and stops her. "(Y/N)," he slurs. "Keep doing that and I will not make cookies with you. I will be making babies with you."

"Sounds good to me either way," she teases. That gets Jack to open one of his eyes. (Y/N) smiles. "Tell you what. If you make cookies with me then we can come back to bed and we can do whatever you want to me. I can still walk so obviously we didn't do enough last night."

Jack to flies out of bed butt ass naked from the previous night. (Y/N) laughs and watches him put on a pair of sweatpants and one of his Devils t-shirts before practically sprinting to the kitchen. She follows him in one of his larger Devils t-shirts that has his number on the chest and a pair of tiny shorts underneath.

The messy hair while Jack runs around their kitchen to grab what he considered cookie ingredients. "Baby, you can barely cook broccoli," she comments as she walks toward him. "I don't think you know how to bake cookies."

Jack's head snaps up. "Hey, I'm still learning," he snaps. "Get over here and help me get cookie stuff together."

She laughs and helps him out. She pulls out bowls, spoons, and the baking pan that will need to be used to actually bake the cookies.

The kitchen island is filled with different dry and wet ingredients and utensils that will need to be used to make the cookies without making a complete mess out of their kitchen.

Honestly, the kitchen will still probably end up being a mess because that's the way the two of them work. They're a messy couple and all of their friends know it. It's why their friends refuse to make food with them. Something always happens and food ends up everywhere.

(Y/N) pulls a chocolate chip cookie recipe up on her phone while Jack puts on some music so it's not dead silent while they're baking. He settles on Christmas music since it is technically Christmas Eve. She smiles to herself.

Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist while she's leaning over the counter. She can feel his semi press against the top of her thigh right under her ass. "Jack, behave," she warns him. He definitely didn't take the warning seriously since she's smiling at how needy he is.

His love language is definitely physical touch, and she loves it.

The first step in baking cookies is mixing the dry ingredients together before incorporating the wet ingredients. In the biggest bowl, (Y/N) lets Jack measure and put in the flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. She works on the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar in a mixing bowl.

While she begins to mix the eggs and vanilla in with the creamed butter and sugars, a white powder hits her in the face. She blinks until her eyes are clear and hears Jack laugh at her side.

"You're an ass," she tells him as she wipes the flour away from her eyes. Jack is leaning back against the counter as he laughs. "I didn't want to make a mess, Jack.

"You were an easy target," he tells her with a smile. "I couldn't help myself."

She blinks at him before she grabs a handful of flour and throws it in Jack's face. He coughs and wipes his own eyes. "That was deserved."

Jack looks at her. The white powder is all over his face and in his hair. She smiles, proud of her retaliation. She barely has time to react before Jack throws another handful of flour at her. He barely misses her face and she throws another handful at him.

They're both laughing and running around the kitchen throwing flour at each other. Jack catches her in his arms and she squeals.

He picks her up by her waist and spins her around until her waist is pressed against the counter. They're both covered in a layer of flour but she smiles up at him. Jack brushes some of the flour out of her hair and off her face.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he softly says.

His little name for her makes her heart jump in her chest. Her eyes meet his and she surges up to press her flour covered lips to his. Jack immediately kisses her back and presses her waist against the counter.

Her fingers are gripping his t-shirt. Her pinkies touch the skin on his waist and a jolt of electricity goes down to her core.

One kiss and she’s aching for him.

(Y/N) is the one to break the kiss and Jack chases her lips.

“Can we please put these together and in the oven so we can go shower?” (Y/N) asks when she pulls back from the kiss. She suddenly wants to get these cookies made so she can get back in bed with her boyfriend.

It’s insane that all Jack said was ‘there’s my pretty girl’ and she’s weak at the knees for him and kissing him while they’re both covered in flour.

Jack nods and they rush to finish making the dough so they can put the cookies in the oven. Jack starts doing the dishes while (Y/N) puts the baking sheet in the oven with the balls of dough on it.

As soon as the timer is set, she grabs his hand and they walk to their bathroom. “I was cleaning the dishes,” Jack protests.

“And now you’re going to clean yourself,” she retorts.

(Y/N) closes the bathroom door behind them. Jack’s eyes are on her as she turns the shower on.

She turns around to face her flour covered boyfriend. “Are you going to get naked or are you going to stand there and look pretty?” she asks.

“Oh I am so going to keep making messes in the kitchen if it means getting to shower with you,” he comments as he begins to undress. “You’re going to keep your promise and let me do what I want, right?”

“As soon as the cookies are done.”

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yourusername someone decided to make a mess in the kitchen then distract me so we had to remake the cookies since they got burnt

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trevorzegras can’t trust a hughes in the kitchen

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lhughes_06 so rude trevor

_quinnhughes i hope the cookies were good

jackhughes eh. the chocolate chip ones were probably better

yourusername the world may never know

jackhughes not my fault you look so damn fine baking cookies. even when you were fully clothed, i was distracted

nicohischier jack calm DOWN

lhughes_06 that’s disgusting bro

jackhughes LOOK AWAY LUKE. NOT FOR CHILDREN’S EYES

dawson1417 lmaoooo

yourusername can you stop traumatizing your brother

colecaufield damn he hit you with the flour huh

tysmith_06 can he cook broccoli yet ?

yourusername nope

jackhughes what the fuck

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sabokunsmalia · 2 years ago

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anon's request: Hiii. I feel like w the amount of times I drop I should sign off w an emoji lololl. But anyway I wanted to drop in and say that I hope you’re having a good week and leave a lil request for you. If you could write a fluff w ace or sabo where like they wake up early in the morning and are looking at the reader and reminiscing about their relationship. It kinda hits them that they’re in love and wouldn’t change a thing. Again hope you’re having a good day/week 🤗 hi it's malia: i couldn't decide, both are heavily underrated so doing both was the best decision. i even added luffy because this felt like a beautiful asl brother thing to do, lol. please, take yourself an emoji of the endless list, i would be pretty happy and probably crying happy tears if you were my very first anon. ♥

featuring: flame emperor sabo, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ the bright rays of the golden sun forced sabo to wake up from his slumber, totally against his will. he just came back from a three-week mission yesterday, and couldn't wait to spend at least two days by your side without interference. his soft fingertips, protected from the roughness of his mission by the thick leather gloves, caressed the skin along your spine. you were still heavily asleep, face pressed against his naked chest, your warm breath fanning across his skin. you looked beautiful, so peaceful, so different from what kind of moments and things sabo has seen in the past weeks. or better, his entire life since dragon pulled him out of the water. sabo wanted to become the perfect chief of staff, training and working harder than anybody else to keep his position, to make his savior proud. hell, most of his actions were way too risky to be acceptable. but the nobleborn man did not care about his own life as long as the revolutionary army could change the slightest thing in the world, he would be satisfied. until you popped up, your presence stepped in his sight and scolded him for being so careless about his own life.

↷ that night, sabo had to ask you out on a date. he didn’t have much time but he would definitely give you the couple of hours he had off. the sun rays cascaded hues of gold across your unblemished skin the day he took you to a fancy restaurant — confronted with the same image right now, sabo could not stop the trail of memories embedded in his mind. you infiltrated any given space, intoxicated him, and lured him into a paradise. like a siren but with love and a happy ending to it. your body jerked away from his touch ever so slightly when his fingertips grazed over and around your hipbone. a silenced chuckle left his mouth, remembering exactly the night you slept in his room and bed for the first time. oh, your trembling body made it difficult to cuddle properly, the sudden waves of anxiety always pulling you away from sabo's touch and warmth. the little things, he remembered so clearly as if they happened yesterday. the amount of times, he wanted to confess his love but couldn't find the courage to speak his mind. it happened way too often, the small glances you shared across the room, the several ways koala tried to set you two up. god, the poor girl was completely exhausted from dealing with the shyness of two people when it came to adoring someone.

↷ sabo had the slight hope of finding a lover on an island far away. he would not be able to spend much time with them, but it would be worth it to know they are safe. the world nobles and the marine's were a strong enemy, attempting to find the revolutionary army and stop their movement. but when the chief of staff's eyes landed on you, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, his head from imagining having you by his side and certainly not himself from falling in love with you utterly fast. his eyes anchored on your sweet face, so calm and relaxed while sleeping, as the memories of the past weeks and months sprawled out in the back of his head. pictures of moments, he would never forget, or dare himself to change. your story together was perfect, and while it was dangerous to share romantic feelings with someone in the same position, sabo would never change the slightest thing.

ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ

↷ as the captain of a wanted pirate crew, luffy had very few moments to rest and calm down from the constant fights. but when he got the chance to stay in bed longer than usual, the straw hat had his arms wrapped up tightly around your body. you sprawled out on top of him, one leg on each side. cheek pressed against his toned, naked chest while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. you always begged him to calm down once in a while, and rest from the fighting and the punches, but luffy was very bad at listening. for almost two years, you asked and he denied it with a chuckle and no words. one of his hands reached up, the calloused fingertips which became rougher over the course of time brushed the thin strands of hair out of your face. the corners of your mouth lifted slightly, almost invisible, as you exhaled a deep breath. even in your sleep, you bathed in the softness of luffy's touch. certain little things, luffy picked up over the course of your relationship.

↷ no one around luffy thought he was capable of feeling love for anything else than his occupancy as a pirate. but when the straw hats visited your island, and luffy shared a look with you, it was certain that the boy fell head over heels for your precious self. throughout the events of the past months, you gave luffy enough strength to fight further and stronger. even after losing ace, you were his glimpse of hope. a smile crept its way onto luffy's mouth, remembering the nights, you stayed on deck with him. falling asleep in his arms while watching the wide ocean sway around the thousand sunny. the days, you brought him food when he didn't join the crew for dinner. something which didn't happen before, he would never let a meal get wasted. memories, he carried with him like pictures on a wall. framed with golden ornaments and attached to his heart. moments, luffy used as a reminder to always keep fighting, to stay strong in the worst fights.

↷ his dilated pupils were locked on your statue on him, so small, so beautiful and so admirable. his slender and warm fingers combed through the mess of hair, adoring the way you made him feel safe between the enemies that wanted his head. luffy could agree to many alliances, could laugh at way too many people, yet, most of them wanted to murder the straw hat behind his back. the million little things you've done for him, no matter if the days were good or bad, they pulled luffy deeper into your spell. he fell harder for you with each given day, and while becoming the king of the pirates was his priority task, you quickly changed the placement. the straw hat did not except to experiment love on his journey to the one piece, and yet, luffy would not trade this life for anything else, he would never change any step of your love story and relationship together.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ there was not one calm night on the moby dick since the commanders gathered for an arranged party. music boomed across the deck of the main ship, and spread across the vast ocean. colorful lights, red and blue cascaded through the darkness and announced the ship to any other pirate crews or marine admirals. those feasts were ace's greatest pleasure. he loved drinking booze and eating meals until passing out. but those past days, it was somehow different. seated in the corner, the glass tightly in one of his hands, ace watched his friends and family interact with you. dancing around with marco, and having long conversations with pops or thatch. the night was a long one again, the third in a row and it was no surprise the next morning when you were still asleep. cuddled up in ace's arms while pressing your back further against his naked chest. warmth spread underneath the thick blanket but also from ace's logia devil fruit powers. a walking heater, who watched closely how your chest rose while you inhaled and exhaled.

↷ the second division commander felt the tingling in his right arm, knowing that a couple more minutes could increase the slight pain. but he wouldn't dare himself to wake you up from a much-needed nap. after dancing way too many hours with marco, and even being forced to dance another round with ace by your side, your legs were hurting badly. his unoccupied hand wandered from your hipbone towards your thick thigh. smirking to himself as you carefully pushed yourself further against his body, ace massaged your unblemished and soft skin. he didn't think about taking advantage or doing anything sexual, the shaggy black-haired decided to give you something back. he remembered clearly how many times you decided to massage his tense shoulders and back when he returned from another long mission. standing on the small boat which only worked with his particular devil fruit powers didn't allow him much of a comfortable position. days passed, sometimes even weeks or months while you waited for him and hoped for ace to return well.

↷ over the months of dating, ace reminded himself of the small things you have done for him. it always kept him alive and awake when needed, knowing that returning to you was his greatest desire. he wouldn't want to see your soft face stained by the tears from your eyes. this time, he promised to stay longer by your side, to decline leaving the ship so easily and quickly. his rough fingertips caressed along the skin of your thigh while his eyes drifted over the small statues on the shelf close to the bed. little gifts that ace brought along when he was on a mission far away. you occupied his mind, kept him awake and forced his nightly dreams to enter his days. being in a relationship as a pirate always caused problems, fearing for the well-being of you more than his own. and yet, ace wouldn't change a fact, wouldn't change any steps of the past that you shared together. each return to the moby dick came with new shivers, heavy goosebumps and a quick heartbeat. feelings, ace only got when your face popped into his mind, when you occupied his head.

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kimmycup · 2 months ago

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HELLO MOST BELOVED CUPCAKE! Our anniversary is soon upon us. And with how frequently new shiny tropes, ships, dynamics, angles and feels hit you, I humbly ask what cravings you have these days, specifically? ^-^

Now keep in mind this very much CAN change within three weeks, but right now I'm feral for family feels.

But like. Obviously that means the Hale-Stilinskis, not just one!

And that means I need stuff that's specifically got Stiles&Sheriff, Peter&Derek and the Hales&Stilinskis. I'm less picky about ships though?

Like WolfCop and Sterek? Chefs kiss. But also Steter and some other or none ships for Noah and Derek? Also works! Love to include Peter and Noah friendship then and say Noah/Chris or idk for Derek. Maybe Allison! Why not! Keep it in the families xD

Throw in Malia and I'm literally feral. Peter learning to parent and stumbling around and having Memories of His Baby Noblings and The Better Past. Stiles and Malia being feral twins from another mother and father. And like Cora I guess for completion but they so successfully threw her in and out in a minute she's kinda underappreciated but simultaneously I haven't really developed that big of an attachment.

But yeah. Soft Peter and family feels and stuff. And the usual array of my likes (big points for werewolf reveal though, but also noah knows/knew all along is also good)

Okay! Now you make your order!

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eldulcopatato · 26 days ago

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LOVE ISLAND: THE CREATOR CHAOS VILLA┊GEORGE CLARKEY

summary: A confrontation shakes the group, and a surprise firepit announcement leaves everyone stunned. Casa Amor awaits… and so does someone new.

a/n: i'm just making stuff up at this point 😭 just pretend random voting actually happens in love island alr.. it makes sense for me so that's all i care about

previous / next

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Chapter 7: Trouble in Paradise

The villa buzzed with a weird mix of sunshine and static. The aftermath of the Heart Rate Challenge still lingered, with glances too long and smiles too short. You could feel the shift — like something had been knocked out of place and hadn’t quite settled again.

Chris was laughing with Rosie near the pool. George was sprawled on a beanbag, tossing grapes into his mouth but barely eating any. And across the garden, Malia and Arthur were sat way too close.

That alone would’ve raised eyebrows — if someone hadn’t already caught them sneaking off into the dressing room the night before.

You noticed it. So did Odessa.

And she was not hiding it anymore.

“So you’re just… what? Best mates now?” Odessa’s voice sliced through the quiet like a blade.

Everyone turned.

Arthur looked up mid-sip of his smoothie. “What are you on about?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Odessa said, arms crossed. “You and Malia, sneaking off for a ‘chat’? Right after we all went to bed?”

Malia blinked innocently. “It was just a chat.”

Odessa’s laugh was sharp. “Right. And I’m the tooth fairy.”

Harry — who had been quiet all morning, nursing a black coffee and a growing frown — finally spoke. “Wait, hold on. Are you saying something happened between you two?”

Malia shrugged. “Depends what you mean by something.”

“Oh, for fu—” Odessa stepped forward, jaw clenched. “You seriously gonna stand there and lie to everyone’s face?”

Arthur stood too. “It wasn’t like that, alright? It was just a moment. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Didn’t mean anything?” Odessa repeated, voice rising.

Malia rolled her eyes. “You two weren’t even properly together. Don’t act like it was some great romance.”

The silence that followed hit like a slap. Odessa’s expression shattered — like someone had just knocked the wind out of her.

“You’re unbelievable,” she whispered.

Harry’s voice was low, but hard. “I was literally coupled up with you.”

Malia scoffed. “It’s a game, Harry. Don’t be so sensitive.”

“Right. ‘Cause jumping Arthur in the dressing room is all strategy,” Harry snapped, tossing his drink aside. “Cheers for the heads-up, by the way.”

The villa was frozen, watching the cracks split wider and wider.

“Alright,” someone muttered. Probably Chris. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t.

Arthur looked like he wanted to vanish. Odessa blinked fast, jaw trembling, and stormed off into the villa. Malia just stood there, arms folded, like the chaos didn’t concern her.

And you? You sat back and took it all in. Because whether you liked it or not, you had a front-row seat.

And then came the sound.

The villa speakers crackled. That familiar chime.

“Islanders, can you all please gather around the firepit immediately.”

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Everyone shuffled into the firepit seating, tension so thick you could’ve sliced it with a spoon. No one sat too close. Odessa was as far from Malia as she could get. Harry, stony-faced, sat in silence. George sat beside Arthur but didn’t look at him.

You glanced around, sensing something bigger was coming.

And then it came.

“Islanders, the public have been voting for the boy they think has contributed the least to the villa. The boy with the fewest votes will be dumped tonight.”

A couple gasps. Rosie gripped Chris’s hand. Arthur cursed under his breath.

You felt your stomach drop.

“The boy with the fewest votes is…Harry.”

For a second, no one moved.

Then Harry stood up slowly, like his body weighed more than usual. He looked around — at Malia, who didn't even look at him; at Odessa, who looked genuinely gutted; at George, who gave him a subtle nod.

“Guess I should’ve caused more drama, yeah?” he muttered, forcing a half-smile.

“I’m really sorry,” you said, standing to hug him.

“Nah, you’re not,” he grinned, but his voice cracked just slightly. “But it’s alright. You’re the only one who’s been real since day one.”

You squeezed him tight. “Go cause chaos in the real world.”

“Already packing my firepit speech,” he smirked, then looked once — just once — at Malia before heading to the door.

She didn’t look back.

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The night fell heavy after that. There was no music. No jokes. Just footsteps on tile and whispered conversations.

Chris was by the daybeds with Rosie. Odessa hadn’t spoken a word. And you? You sat alone at the edge of the pool until a voice joined you.

George.

“I hate this place,” he said, sitting down beside you.

“Same,” you replied.

Silence.

“He was right, you know,” George muttered. “You are the only one who’s been real.”

You looked at him. “Funny, coming from someone who barely speaks to me anymore.”

“I speak to you,” he said quietly. “I just don’t know what version of me I’m allowed to be around you.”

You didn’t respond. Didn’t need to.

The air shifted again. Something was coming. You just didn’t know what yet.

Then the phone buzzed.

“Y/N, please pack a small bag. You’re heading to Casa Amor where a surprise is waiting for you.”

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And just like that — you were gone.

The car pulled away under the moonlight, your heart thudding in your ears. You didn’t look back.

Casa Amor was quiet when you arrived. Almost too quiet.

Then he walked out.

Josh. Tall, tanned, all teeth and charm.

“Thought I was being pranked,” he said, smirking. “Didn’t think they’d send just one girl.”

You smiled politely. “Guess I’m the main character.”

He laughed. “I like that.”

You didn’t. Not really. He was handsome, sure. Funny. But not your type. Not even close.

Still, you smiled. Sat with him. Played along.

Because if you’d learned anything by now — it was how to pretend.

But in your gut, you knew something bigger was coming. You could feel it brewing across the ocean.

Back in the villa, alliances were cracking.

And so was George.

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fruchtfliege · 2 months ago

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One? Just one? ONE?!

You’re breaking my heart 😭

Chimera!liam and first beta!theo

😏😏😏 if you insist

The first thing Hayden does when she sees Theo on the first day of school is punch his arm as hard as she can, scolding him about not texting or calling her all summer.

“Ow!!! What the hell? We saw each other two weeks ago!”

She scoffs. “Yeah, ‘cause your sister invited me to your intervention.”

“It wasn't-”

“You read all the books on your summer reading list! It's a cry for help. You're in AP English! That's like 15 books!”

“It was not 15 books…” Theo rolls his eyes as he settles next to Hayden's locker. “It-”

“LIAM DUNBAR?” A boy screams with joy down the hall.

“MASON HEWITT?!” Another voice screeches right back in gleeful surprise.

Like everyone else in the corridor, Theo turns to look in the direction of the screams and spots Mason and Liam jumping excitedly while also trying to hug each other at the same time. Theo can't help a smile at the contagious happiness.

“Ugh,” Hayden reacts at the obnoxious yelling. She turns back to her locker. “Great. Liam's back. Let's scream at the top of our lungs, I guess!”

Maybe he lost a few seconds staring at the two boys shouting 8 years worth of life updates because, next thing Theo knows, Hayden is hitting him with her manual.

“C’mon. I want seats that are next to each other! I'm not doing team projects with anyone other than you. Are you even- Theo? Hello? Are you even listening?” she asks loudly, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

Theo blinks and pushes her hand away from him, finally taking his eyes off Liam. And Mason! Not just Liam. Of course.

“No team projects. Got it!” he says quickly, trying not to glance back to the end of the hall.

“No team projects with anyone other than me!” Hayden groans, turning on her heels and heading towards the classroom.

Other small facts about this fic:

- Malia and Tara have a really really close relationship that they do not define in any way shape or form. They could be sisters or fucking senselessly, that's not for the pack or me to know.

- Liam does graffiti and relates about art with Lydia

- Chapter three is named "First base is waving at each other. Second base is psychosexual fantasies on the full moon. Third base is having a normal conversation."

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#so sorry it took me so long i dropped the ball on asks this week lol #hope you like these!!#liam and mason being separated for 8 years is so heartbreaking but their reunion is oh so important to me #thank you for the ask :))#also Hayden and Theo are very good friends!! coz i think he likes and respects rude bitches #teen wolf #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #hayden romero #my stuff #first chimera!liam #first beta!theo

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livingalifeonfire · 5 months ago

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Cherry Kisses

I had always known I was in love with my best friend Stiles since we were in grade 2. The day we met, he sat next to me at lunch, and we bonded over the fact we had both brought cherries in our lunches from home. After that, we had been inseparable. Wherever he went, I went with him and vice versa. We had the exact same schedule and always made sure to keep in touch. Scott would watch as I fell harder and harder for the boy with honey brown eyes, full lips and moles scattered across the left side of his perfect jaw. Those feelings would finally come to the surface on his 18th birthday. A few months ago, Stiles would meet and start dating the new girl at Beacon Hills High, Malia Tate. Malia was a nice girl, and I didn't have any problems with her personally. I just knew that she didn't know and love stiles like I did.

Every day I would see her run to him in the halls between classes and his arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer. My head would lean against my locker as I would watch them. On one of these occasions, Scott ran up to my locker and tried to get my attention. " Y/N, earth to Y/N, come in! It's like your head is in the clouds lately. What has gotten into," he trails off as he follows my line of sight to his best friend and his girlfriend making out in front of his locker. He sighs as he realizes exactly where my head has been. " Ok, Y/N you have had the biggest crush on one Stiles Stilinski since we were 7 years old. Why won't you just go and tell him already? You're going to have to at some point. His birthday is only a couple weeks away and his acceptance letters for UC Berkeley are due in any day now." Scott remarks as he lays a hand on my shoulder. I lift my head and shut my locker. " I know Scott, I just don't want to confuse him with all the crazy already in his life right now. Malia has only been living full time as human for a few months and he really seems to like her. It would destroy our friendship if I said anything" I lament as I turn to head to Econ. However, that statement would set in motion a plan in the Alpha's head to get the two pack members and also his two best friends together.

The final bell signaling the end of the day sounded and Scott made a beeline for his brother's locker to put his plan into action. Stiles was unloading his books and replacing with his lacrosse gear as his best buddy slams his locker shut. " Yō, I'm happy to see you too man but why do you got to take it out on my locker?" he laughs as he zips his backpack shut. " Stiles I have to ask you something and you need to be 100 percent honest with me. Do you have any feelings whatsoever towards Y/N?" The words come tumbling out of Scott's mouth and smack stiles right in the brain. He had never had to confront his own feelings towards his best friend of over 10 years. He hadn't even thought about how he could smell her cherry lip gloss every time their faces got close to each other or how soft her hair was as he ran his fingers through it when they hung out. He never stopped to realize that maybe just maybe he's in love with her as much as she was with him. Then the feeling hits him over the head like a solid metal baseball bat. He was in love with his best friend, and he had to tell her.

"Scott, I think that you just made me realize something. One, the best way to make me realize things is to phrase it in the form of a question. The other thing is that I'm in love with Y/N" he finally says, seeing Scott's eyes light up at his brother's revelation. " Then dude, you need to pull your head out of your butt and go tell her for god's sakes. You might want to explain everything to Malia first though" .

Third Person POV

A couple weeks go by before Stiles goes to find Malia and explain what is in his heart and on his mind. It was on his 18th birthday that he finally admitted he was in love with someone else. She understands that there is history between you and him and that he would be crazy to not try to make things happen. After his and Malia's talk, he makes a beeline for the jeep and heads straight to your house, making a quick pitstop for something important.

Y/N POV

I hear a knock at the door and pad down to answer it, already changed from my school clothes to a set of grey sweatpants and a Beatles t-shirt Stiles had left at my house. On the other side of the door stood my best friend, holding a bag of cherries. It was a sight to behold for sure. I cock my head and look at the boy I love. " Stiles, you know I am always happy to see your face but why are you standing on my front porch holding a bag of cherries?" I ask, the subtle note of confusion in my voice evident. " Well Y/N, do you remember the day we met? That day in the cafeteria, we bonded over the fact both of our moms' packed cherries in our lunches and we shared them that morning. Ever since that day, cherry has reminded me of you. You started wearing cherry lip gloss when we started high school, and I wanted to taste it on your lips. Y/N, I know you're scared to say you love me and I never thought about how I felt about you. Then Malia came along and I..." He trails off as I smile at his adorable rambling and kiss him, my hands in his hair and his gripping my waist pulling me into him. His eyes close and a smile spread across his face. " Well, happy 18th birthday to me. The only thing that could make this better would be for you to say yes to being my girlfriend?" He says, hands still holding me close. " Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Stiles Stilinski. Happy birthday my love" I whisper as he picks me up and carries me in the house. Cherry flavored kisses followed, because of my lip gloss and maybe something else.

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writingadjacent · 1 month ago

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my Teen Wolf fics <3

The Hunger Within

Stiles asked, “How much trouble do you think we’re going to get in for going into the woods at lunch.” “Probably not much,” Scott said. “It's only off-limits to high schoolers. We passed like a mob of kindergarteners like 5 minutes back.” “Good point,” Stiles replied. “There's no way we’re gonna get in trouble for something a tonne of kindergarteners just did.” Scott shrugged, “Well, we are looking for a dead body, so it might be different.” Tags: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf Malia Tate Stiles Stilinski Bobby Finstock Laura Hale Body Horror Werewolf Related Body Horror Alternate Universe - Waldorf School Dead Body Episode AU: s01e01 Wolf Moon (Teen Wolf TV) Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Dead Laura Hale

Don't Kill Your Roommate

Living with his boyfriend was actually pretty nice. Theo liked having Liam in the house with him. There was one downside here, though. Liam never washed his dishes. It drove Theo absolutely nuts. Tags: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Theo Raeken Liam Dunbar Lydia Martin Liam Dunbar and Theo Raeken are Roommates Theo and Liam Live in LA Misunderstandings Confusion Mild Hurt/Comfort Passive Aggressive Theo Raeken Miscommunication First Kiss Drunken Confessions Post-Canon

Allowing Yourself to Mourn

It had been the slip of a finger and then it had been too late. Scott’s phone was ringing and then someone picked up and there was shuffling on the other end and then– “Hey Scott, what's up?” Oh. Theo’s voice was a little bit deeper than Scott remembered but it still sounded a bit the same. Clearly, Theo had kept Scott’s number all these years, something that Scott couldn't help grinning at. Tags: Scott McCall/Theo Raeken Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Theo Raeken Eli Hale (Teen Wolf) Derek Hale Grief/Mourning Eli Hale is a mini Liam Dunbar Canon Compliant Teen Wolf the Movie Compliant Theo Raeken's Toyota Truck Theo Raeken is a Chef Theo Raeken lives in LA Scott McCall is a Veterinarian Scott McCall is Eli Hale's Legal Guardian

Lips on Lips, Apocalypse

It was late at night, or early in the morning, Theo wasn't sure. The two were sitting in the back of the pickup somewhere in the Preserve. Theo knew how to get back to Liam’s from here and that was all that mattered. “What’s so funny, asshole,” Liam asked, muttering the last bit under his breath, not that it mattered because both of them knew that Theo heard it just fine. “You hold a joint like it’s poisonous,” Theo said, passing it to Liam so he could see how his fingers refused to act naturally around the paper. Tags: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Theo Raeken Liam Dunbar Theo's truck Shotgunning Underage Smoking Liam does not know how to hold a joint I promise I'm right

Dark Sky Paradise Road Trip

The pack left in Beacon Hills missed Lydia and Stiles who were now East coast based so it was time for a hastily planned road trip with children in a car. So Scott was barreling down the I-40 at almost 80mph while the stupid children in the back of the car were hitting each other. One of Isaac’s eyes peeked open and made eye contact with Scott. “Shit,” Isaac whispered. “How long have you been pretending to sleep?” Scott asked. Tags: Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Isaac Lahey Malia Tate Liam Dunbar Theo Raeken Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf) Mason Hewitt Lydia Martin Stiles Stilinski Roadtrip Malia and Isaac are siblings (kinda) Malia and Liam are just like that Joking Violence Full Shift Werecoyote Malia Tate Sort of Thiam I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship Scott McCall is a sweetheart Isaac Lahey is a Little Shit Isaac Lahey Needs a Hug Sharing a Bed

It's All Fucking Relative

“What is wrong with you?” Liam’s voice called out as Theo lay in the bed of his truck, staring up into one of the lampposts in the hospital parking lot. “Nothing and everything.” Liam grabbed the edge of the truck bed and hefted himself up. He landed almost two inches away from Theo’s throbbing leg. “Why are you so dramatic? I literally just wanted to know why you thought it was a brilliant idea to walk out of a hospital with bullet holes all over?” Tags: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Liam Dunbar Theo Raeken The McCall Pack Graphic descriptions of medical stuff Hurt Theo Raeken Liam picks flowers Homeless Theo Raeken Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor Theo's truck it deserves its own tag for the bullshit this fandom puts it through painting each other's nails Making shirts out of emotional sayings Pulling Bullets out of their back Only thiam things I guess the canon fact that they share clothes Sharing Clothes

The Idea of Leaving

“I don’t know what to do about college.” Theo paused in his starfished thoughts and sat up. “Okay?” Tags: pre Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Theo Raeken Liam Dunbar other teen wolf characters mentioned College Liam Dunbar Has ADHD and probably also PTSD sort of Fluff & Angst Hurt/Comfort i think Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor Author Is Sleep Deprived the canon fact that they share clothes Sharing Clothes

Eyes

Theo always had the feeling he was being watched. Sometimes it was a nice feeling, like when he was young and his parents would watch him ride his bike or jump over toys. Most of the time it reeked of distrust and falsities, like Stiles’s watching adult eyes or the Doctor’s drawn-out watching. The boy was always being watched, from birth until death. Eyes on him, never alone, never independent. Tags: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken (Implied) Theo Raeken Tara Raeken Liam Dunbar Hurt Theo Raeken Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor Theo Raeken-centric Violence Angst and Feels Brother-Sister Relationships Eyes The Art of Being Watched

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cynicalraccoon · 20 days ago

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Eye of the Storm Part 6

Warning: Gore and Sveras.

The sound of the warp storm faded quickly when they ventured further into the bunker, leaving Malia and Sveras in oppressive silence. Malia kept an eye on the beacon, the beam of her flashlight sweeping ahead of them.

“Hear anything with your Astartes hearing, Sveras?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing, yet.” He surveyed their surroundings with glaring lenses. Though the helmet rendered his emotions unreadable, Malia could detect hints of wariness in his words. “Continue to be vigilant.”

Signs of a fight became apparent as they moved closer to the beacon’s location; blood and craters, scorched black, decorated the walls and floors.

The familiar twang of chaos magic enveloped her tongue. Malia scowled. “Any heat signatures?” She asked, crouching down to touch a baseball-sized crater. Her fingers came up with fine black soot.

“None. This blood is cold, yet there are no bodies.”

Malia didn’t like this. Were the bodies being used for sacrifice to summon something from the Immaterium? It wouldn’t be that far of a stretch considering how Chaos worked. She checked the beacon. They were right on top of it.

“We have to keep looking.”

Moving on, the duo began to hear noises in the dark, scuttling and breathing. Once or twice, Malia thought she saw something round around the corner, only for there to be nothing. She wasn’t convinced. Tzeentch and his followers liked mind games.

‘Ambush,’ Reaver sneered darkly.

‘My thoughts exactly.’

“We’re being watched,” Malia stated in a soft murmur. “Daemons. Which ones, I don’t know.”

“I know,” Sveras rumbled. “Next one I see, I’ll blow a hole in it.”

“Agreed.”

It wasn’t even long before he kept his word. As they walked up a ramp, plasma blasted a corner, and a horrific screech and sizzle could be heard. A blue orb shot out in response, and a blue-skinned abomination rose from the ground.

Before it could attack again, a bullet shot through his head. The daemon’s shriek echoed as it exploded into nothing.

Gun still raised, Malia sidestepped another blue energy orb, spinning and firing two more bullets that destroyed the daemons trying to sneak up on her.

“Blue Horrors,” Sveras growled, annoyed. “Hate the bastards.” One leapt at him, fanged maw open and magic swirling around its hands. The Night Lord brought up his chainsword, ripping the creature in half.

Malia swatted an orb away with a small sneer. It hit one of the walls in an explosion of sparks and stone, causing the entire chamber to shake. The human moved, shooting rounds off rapidly, hitting four more Blue Horrors.

Burning pain erupted on her back, spreading. She heard the manic cackle of a Pink Horror. Whirling around to shoot, Malia paused when Sveras grabbed the Pink Horror and smashed its head into the wall. Her back tingled as the skin healed and knitted itself back together, the bunker’s cold air causing goosebumps to form.

Sveras squeezed, popping the Pink Horror’s head in a gooey explosion. Fortunately, no Blue Horrors spawned from its ruined body.

And then they were alone, the bunker silent once more.

Malia checked her magazine. “Any damage to your armor?” She had one bullet left. Good thing she always had extras with her.

“Only superficial.” He glanced at her. “How are your wounds?”

“Just singed me. I hate dealing with daemons of Tzeentch. Always annoying to fight.”

Sveras nodded. “I will go on. Return to the ship.”

Confusion colored Malia’s face. “What? Why?”

Aren’t you wounded?”

“I’m fine,” she assured, frowning. “I told you I can take a lot of damage before I’m brought down.”

He observed her for a moment, then nodded. “Keep your eyes peeled, Captain. Daemons will use whatever they can to get hold of us.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

The journey to the Inquisitor’s location was filled with more low-level daemons attacking them, but they were swiftly taken care of. Malia had switched to her daggers to save ammo. She also voxed Pyremere, telling him they were converging on his location. She couldn’t hear his reply through the static, but she got the gist of it.

“I smell old blood.” Sveras abruptly announced.

They rounded a corner, only to come upon another massacre. Unlike the first scene they had come across, this one had a body-or what was left of one-and a lasrifle cut in twain. Walking closer, Malia recognized the shredded clothes and the ruined remains of a head. It was Helmann.

She knelt beside the corpse, ignoring one horrified eye staring up at her, and studied it. Spending time with Reaver, she had become knowledgeable about the effects of the decomposition of bodies.

The smell was a big clue. It was a putrid, rotting smell with an earthier scent below it. If the body had been intact, it would be bloated by now, and the skin would turn a bluish-purple color. Flies haven’t started to gather yet, possibly because the bunker was underground.

Malia moved her flashlight closer, an image already appearing in her mind. Her gaze turned to the blood, noting the dark reddish-brown color. Exhaling, Malia stood.

“Dead for two days.”

“Hopefully his death was swift,” Sveras said. “Do you think the other two are in one piece?”

“I don’t know. The Inquisitor can still talk, so there’s hope the injuries are minimal.”

Saying a small prayer for Helmann, the duo carried on. If Sveras noticed Malia’s speed increased, he didn’t say anything.

Their surroundings gradually changed. Void of rust or neglect, pipes and cables replaced the stone walls, like snakes, they twisted along or over each other. The hum of electricity could be heard clearly. Malia detected the odor of engine oil in the air.

She also detected living souls up ahead. Arriving in a round chamber, the human and Night Lord skidded to a stop before a thick vault door. Several scratches and scorch marks marred its surface.

“There are several heat signatures inside,” Sveras said, staring at the door. “Appear human and armed.”

Malia scanned the door, eyes stopping on more cameras. They were pointed at them, a red light on. She opened the vox. “Inquisitor, I‘m in front of a vault. Are you inside?”

A whirring noise came from a nearby wall. A servo-skull emerged from it. The skull hovered towards the two. It stopped in front of Malia, and a red beam scanned her before returning to the wall.

Malia watched with mild curiosity as it hovered by the door. Then she heard gears grinding as mechanisms moved, sounding like a metallic creature waking.

Xxx

Tania waited by the vault door as it opened, gun gripped tight in her hands. Her leg throbbed with pain. It had been injured by the daemons a day ago. Clovis had said to take it easy, but she couldn’t. Not while they were in this situation. And she hated sitting by and being useless while everyone else fought.

Raising her gun, she carefully exited the vault, eyes darting around for enemies.

“Captain,” She greeted curtly. Then her eyes fell on the tall form in ceramite armor beside the woman. He was almost hidden in the shadows, but Tania could identify him as an Astartes. Unease trickled in her belly as her eyes roamed the skulls and fingers decorating the warrior’s armor.

“Who-”

The captain cut her off. “Greygard. I’m glad to see that you are alive. Are you and Inquisitor okay?”

She nodded slowly, eyes still on the Astartes. “Yes. Heretics ambushed us. They brought daemons and Sorcerers. Helmann…” She pushed down the stinging sensation in her eyes. Be strong. Do not let your emotions overwhelm you. “He was overtaken and torn apart. The Inquisitor will tell you more inside. Who is this, Captain? And where did he come from?”

The Captain ignored her question, causing alarms to flare in Tania’s head. Her fingers twitched around her gun handle. Now that she thought about it. How had they gotten into the bunker?

“We saw Helmann on our way here, then we were attacked as well. Is the Inquisitor injured?”

“Who is he, Captain?” The other woman opened her mouth. “And no lies or distractions! Answer me!”

Closing her mouth, Captain Ceres stared at her with an unreadable expression that had Tania itching to shoot the woman. Finally, her shoulders slumped.

“He is my companion.”

Vindication burst in Tania like fireworks. “I knew it,” she hissed venomously, promptly aiming her gun at the Captain. “I knew there was something weird about you.” She sneered and opened her vox channel with Clovis. “Sir! The Captain is compromised. She’s with the-Gah!”

Her words were cut off by a midnight blue gauntlet gripping her throat, almost cutting off her air. In the span of a second, the unknown Astartes had moved. He held the interrogator up by her throat. She beat his arm with her hand and gun, kicking at him, but it did nothing.

The Astartes brought her close to her helmet, lenses burning into her eyes. “Silence,” He growled. His voice rolled through her body like the rumble of a tank, and her heart raced with rising fear. “If you want to live, which I very much believe you do, you will have to tolerate me, little zealot.”

“Fu…you…” Tania choked out, raising her weapon to shoot. Before she could, she heard the Captain’s voice.

“Sveras.” The other woman’s tone was authoritative and hard. “Enough.”

The Astartes didn’t move, hand flexing around her throat. Then she was promptly dropped. The Interrogator fell on her butt, jarring her leg and sending a spike of pain up her body. She coughed, rubbing her throat as she scrambled to her feet.

“I quite agree, Captain.” Relief and shame overwhelmed Tania at the sound of Clovis’ voice. The three looked at the vault door to see the Inquisitor leaning heavily on the entrance, weapon aimed at the Astartes. Clovis glared. “Why don’t we end this little charade now?”

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