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[gloomwitchwrites]

I loved the recent "calling your husband boyfriend on purpose" imagine....what about...

Calling your boyfriend husband on ACCIDENT? 😍🤭

By the time that I'm actually getting around to this, "calling your husband boyfriend on purpose" is now no longer recent. Oops! Sorry! (If you want to read that imagine you can find it here.) But is it really an accident? I feel like it could honestly be both, but the accident factor would make the whole thing so much cuter!

Presented in four double drabbles.

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Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, brief alcohol, suggestive themes, established relationship

Word Count: 800

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John Price

“Can you help me, John?”

“Yeah, love. Give me a minute.”

The counter top is covered in groceries. It’s the first big day in the new apartment with John. The two of you have been dating for a few years now, but this is the first time you’ve properly lived together.

John comes around the corner in nothing but a pair of shorts. He’s a bit sweaty from building furniture.

“There’s ice cream. Don’t want it to melt.”

“Course.” He gives you a quick kiss before digging through the bags, removing items as he goes.

The two of you work seamlessly, putting away all the groceries quickly.

“Give me a kiss.”

John grins, and goes in for a tooth-achingly sweet one.

“Thanks, hubby.”

The word is out without thought. You don’t even realize you’ve said it until John blinks, a bit startled.

“Hubby?”

You don’t know what to say. You’re staring at him, a bit flustered.

But John smiles. He leans in, stealing another kiss. “You want to marry me?”

“Do you want to marry me?” you counter.

“You proposing?” teases John.

“Stop answering my question with a question.”

John chuckles and pulls you close. “Wifey sounds good on you.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“The husband will love this!”

Husband slips out naturally, as if you and Kyle have always been together. The two of you have been dating for years, but there is no marriage. There isn’t even an engagement. But Kyle isn’t around to hear the slip up—at least, you don’t think so.

The store assistant smiles. “Happy to help,” she says brightly before walking away.

You exhale slowly, and turn around, nearly smacking into Kyle.

“Holy shit,” you say, placing your hand on your chest. “You startled me.”

Kyle has a smirk on his face with arms crossed over his chest. “Did I hear you correctly?”

“That I swore?” you ask, perplexed.

“No,” he laughs. “You called me your husband.”

Oh shit.

“You heard that?”

Kyle leans in as if he’s about to tell you a secret. “I did.”

“And?” you prompt, trying to brush this off as nothing.

Kyle shrugs. “Think I like it.”

You blink. “You like it.”

Kyle glances around but there isn’t anyone nearby. He takes a step into your space, lowering his head as if to kiss you. “Say it again.”

You lick your lips. “Husband.”

“Again.”

“Husband.”

Kyle closes the distance, stealing a kiss.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Across the pub, your boyfriend is ordering drinks at the bar.

The two of you are enjoying a free weekend. They are few since Simon is always working—always off on some mission.

What isn’t all that nice is the woman talking to Simon at the bar. He’s politely ignoring her, but she clearly cannot take a hint. She’s smiling at Simon like she wants to climb him. Plus, you’re feeling bold. You have a few drinks in you at this point. The liquor is hot. It is poison.

And you’re ready to strike. Show some fangs.

You stride toward the bar, shoving yourself between the woman and Simon. Wrapping your arms around Simon’s waist, you snuggle up to him.

“Hello, husband,” you croon.

Simon’s mouth quirks with amusement as the woman behind you snorts and makes a flippant remark.

Going up on your toes, you reach for a kiss, and Simon obliges. It is slow. Wet. Way too intimate for such a public setting. You kiss him like you’re starved.

When the two of you part, the woman is gone.

Simon’s hand dives, grabbing your ass in a possessive hold. “Husband?”

“It slipped.”

“Sure it did, love,” laughs Simon.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“This is John. My husband.”

Husband.

The word slips out and you’re not able to draw it back. You can’t correct yourself. Not in front of your peers. You’ve fumbled this completely.

Johnny’s eyebrows rise toward his hairline, his gaze pointed as he glances at you. But he doesn’t correct you either, and you decide to roll with it.

“That’s lovely,” replies your boss. “How long have you two been married?”

This is a new job. It’s the first company party you’re attending, and bringing a plus one is encouraged.

But you’re not able to answer. Johnny steps up and takes the lead.

“Newly,” he says, grinning like it’s true.

Your boss laughs. “That accent! My goodness. Scottish?”

“Aye. Born and bred.”

“How lovely.”

Johnny inclines his head. His hand delicately grabs your arm, pulling you in. “Pleasure meeting you.”

The two of you move on, but Johnny takes a turn, drawing you to the side, his head lowered.

“Husband?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

“It slipped out,” you mutter.

“Your coworkers are gonna think you’re a married woman.”

“I know.”

“Should make it official,” shrugs Johnny.

“What?”

He lightly bumps your shoulder with his own. “You heard me.”

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[wileys-russo]

fresa + alexia, at home

“do you promise you’ll come back?”

lil before the void blurb, part of the fresa universe

big promises II a.putellas

"but why!" alexia sighed as the question she'd heard easily a hundred times today was once again flung at her. "because, i have to go." she answered vaguely, no answer no matter how short or long or blunt or detailed it was seeming to be enough for you.

"fresa-" alexia turned with an armful of clothes to find those she'd just packed away neatly in her case were now out and in a crumpled heap on her bed, her four year old sister glaring up at her beside them.

"you can do that as many times as you want pequeña, i still have to go." alexia dropped the clothes in her arms alongside the others, once again restarting her folding and packing for the fourth or fifth time.

"but why!" and there it was again.

"fresa? hija, deja que tu hermana haga la maleta." eli popped her inside with a nod of her head for you to leave alexia be to her packing as you crossed your arms stubbornly and shook your own head.

though before the woman could come to collect and remove you herself alexia chimed in. "está bien, mamá." her eldest assured with a nod, the two seeming to have a silent conversation for a moment before eli retreated.

"ven aquí fresita." alexia sat down on the edge of her bed and patted the space beside her as you shuffled forward to join her, legs dangling in the air as you absentmindedly kicked them to and fro.

"i have to go to camp hermana, you want me to be better at football, no?" your sister questioned with a raised eyebrow as you looked up at her and firmly shook your head. "you are already the best ale." you frowned, the older girls face softening as she ran a hand through your hair with a smile.

"no hermana, i am not. but i would like to be! one day. to get there i have to play with some other players who are muy bueno, because that will make me get better." alexia explained gently as you sighed, a noise much more troubled than someone your age should need to be.

"do you remember when we played hide and seek nena, and you would get upset because alba always found you first?" alexia tried a different tactic as you nodded, as always hanging off her every word.

"what did you do?" alexia asked as you paused. "i cried. but she cheated ale! she peeked through her fingers and-" you began to protest as alexia let out a laugh and shook her head. "no no hermanita, not that." she smiled as you frowned.

"the more we played, you found better hiding spots, and it took longer to find you. sí?" your sister questioned as you nodded, albeit a little more enthusiastically now.

"well. the more football i play nena, i learn more, get better." alexia finished as you nodded a little slower, seeming to finally understand more now just why alexia had to leave for the next week.

"but i'll miss you ale. i don't want you to go!" you pressed yourself into her, clinging onto the fabric of her shirt as the brunette smiled sadly. "i know fresa, i will miss you too." she pulled you up to stand on her knees and into a proper hug, gently rubbing your back as you clung on tightly.

"espera!" you started to pull away as your sister lowered you to the ground and watched on curiously as you took off, footsteps thumping down the hall as alexia stood, resuming her packing.

she glanced up as you came skidding back into the room, red tucked under one arm and a book tucked under the other, climbing back up and onto her bed, shaking your head as she tried to help, determined to do it yourself.

you carefully placed down your bear and the book alexia recognised as your favourite, knowing alba could practically quote it word for word you'd made her read it to you so much it was barely held together, pages dog eared and turned hundreds of times each.

"allí." you nodded content as alexia frowned. "pequeña. we already went over this you cannot come with me-" alexia tried to take your prized possessions out of her case as you pushed her hands away.

"i know! you take them hermana." your sister gave you a look of bewilderment at the announcement. "but nena, red is yours, and your favourite book? what will you read?" alexia questioned with a frown.

"i want you to take them, so you can think of me and when you are sad you can read my book and talk to red. like i do! she is a good listener." you smiled up at her and alexia melted, the tiny little gap in your teeth where you'd lost your first tooth, her chest tightening as she selfishly hoped you'd not lose anymore while she was gone, or have any new firsts for that matter.

"gracias fresa." was all your sister could manage out, overwhelmed at the small but thoughtful gesture. "i still have alba while you are not here." you spoke, more so as if to assure yourself more than alexia who chuckled.

"i thought you hated alba?" your sister teased, your other sister and yourself having quite the complex love/hate relationship, though at the end of the day it would always be that while alba might pick on and tease you, the very moment anyone else tried she was your biggest and baddest defender.

"i like fighting with her. its fun!" you shrugged, eli calling out for everyone to wash up before dinner as you jumped down from alexias bed and she winced but as always, you were fine.

"but don't tell her that!" you warned poking her leg accusingly as alexia laughed, pushing your head to the side as you stumbled and swung a fist at her, your sister easily dodging as her foot kicked up to hit you from behind, again the older girl easily side stepping your attempts to kick her back.

"ale." you paused in her doorway, fidgeting with your fingers as your sister turned, raising an eyebrow as alba flew past you both in a blur, determined to get first pick of whatever was on offer for dinner but you paid it no mind.

"do you promise you will come back?" your voice was small as you stopped to look up at alexia and your sisters heart broke at the troubled look on your face, knowing exactly why you were so unsure that she would.

you both knew all too well the pain of losing someone you thought would always be there, alexia kneeling down so she was eye to eye with you, hands coming to grab either side of your face with a steely look on her face.

"i promise fresita. i promise i will always come back."

[wtfaniii]

Letters of destiny

● Summary: You entered the games for a reason, to pay for your husband's chemotherapy, there you meet someone who has a story quite similar to yours

● Note: This language is not my original language but I hope you like this one shot, I am open to recommendations and constructive criticism! <3

● Warning: Nothing, it's just a bit short since I'm not used to writing through this medium yet, but I hope you like it.

You didn't want to die, you had a man at home who adored you and was worried about you and you hoped to arrive with lots of money and a future resolved but the timer of the games only went backwards and you still couldn't find a group to join.

The carousel game had never been your strong suit, socializing was not your role but it was that or die, a group of 7 players and you were still standing there looking in all directions not knowing what to do until you felt someone pull your arm and in the blink of an eye you were in a compartment with 6 other people.

"Thank you..." The girl murmured, releasing the air she hadn't realized she had trapped in her lungs.

"It's nothing" answered player 456 also with accelerated breathing and taking gasps of air while he rested his hands on his knees, when the shots and screams were heard he looked through the half-open space of the door with sadness. You had already seen him, he was the one who guided them in the first game of green light and red light, the one who says he has already participated and won, maybe he tried to persuade people to withdraw from these games but he only encouraged you, it means that there is a chance to win.

"Thank you..." The young woman repeated, giving a slight bow to which he turned to look at her, confused, as did the rest of those who were there. "You motivated me to continue in these games."

You felt another look on you, only this one was full of curiosity and intensity. Without knowing it, you had said the same words as another person, only this time they were sincere.

"Are you crazy, women?" Another man shouted next to him, one with the number 390 "If what we want is for these games to end!"

You just stayed quiet with your eyes open, when your gaze moved towards the one who kept looking at you, you met with an intense and serious look, it made you shrink in your place just a little.

The door opened again and they all left together, happy to have been able to save their lives once again.

You were about to leave but before you could, one of them pulled you over with his arm around your shoulders with great confidence and shouted victoriously. "If we change her mind, we'll have another point in our favor!" he exclaimed, the number 388, pointing at the blue circle on your chest. "I don't understand."

"In the next vote, we want these games to end" said 456.

You remained silent again, not knowing what to answer. You didn't want to leave, or at least not yet. You wanted to gather more than enough money for your husband. Without realizing it, the same look as before fell on you.

[...]

There was a certain tension in the room, the participants had not yet voted but it was clear that the results would be almost even.

"My husband... has stage three lung cancer..." the woman murmured with her eyes downcast. "The doctors say that he can be cured, they would only remove the cancerous tumor but he would have to undergo several consultations and therapies that we cannot afford." The players surrounding her looked at her with pity and empathy. "I have already sold... many of our belongings, I have double shifts at work, I even mortgaged my house but it is not enough... and if I do not get enough money I will lose everything..." She did not even notice when the tears fell from her eyes without stopping.

It was horrible, most of them had debts but she would be left on the street and a widow if she did not get what she needed.

In-ho watched her silently as he bit his inner right cheek, the situation she was going through was not very different from the one he experienced, he knew that feeling of helplessness, of wanting to scream to the world how much he hated it for those cards of destiny "Does your husband know you came here?" he asked softly walking towards her to sit next to her.

She shook her head softly, wiping her tears with the sleeve of his jacket. "I just told him that I had found a way to get a lot of money." Now, that was cruel, even if she didn't achieve his goal and died on the way, her husband would think that she had abandoned him, along with his debts. "I want to go back home," she said after a few seconds of silence. "I think it's time to end this." She would vote to leave. The money they had so far was still not the amount they required, but it would be very helpful.

"You will get out of here," 001 said, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her a slight closed-lip smile.

It was strange to feel that comforting and warm feeling from a stranger, but she was grateful for it. They say that eyes say more than words, and the look he gave her was one of genuine empathy.

As if he understood her in her current state of life.

"We'll get out of here," 456 now assured her with a nod.

Her knew them very little but without much hesitation her trusted them, even when Gi-hun told them about his plan on how to confront the guards and reach the people who led these games she agreed to help them, she needed the prize but not at the cost of more innocent deaths.

However, In-ho was not very happy about her following them, from the little he had read about her in her file he knew that she didn't hurt a fly, it would be useless to take her. Besides, the time to play in the yard was over, it was time to return to the command where he belonged and he didn't want the girl to be involved in this. But unfortunately for him he had no other option but to say "After you" as they left there being guided by the guard.

He was supposed to keep control over his emotions but it was inevitable, when he realized she was already too deep in his mind to let her die.

It was as if he had a chance to help his past self, that poor man who fell into misery being reflected by the young woman inexperienced in weapons who only sought to keep the love of her life alive.

It was an ironic and cruel letter from his destiny.

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

sickly blues

wherein rafayel had to begrudgingly fly overseas for a retrospective exhibition occurring somewhere away from home. he was occupied the whole day and only now he got ahold of his phone to message his beloved wife and check on his daughter, atlantis—who is going through a bad fever, crying out her dada's name and weeping out of longingness for him.

pairing: parents!rafamc (and their little girl!)

cw: none, js sweet n tender domestic fatherly rafayel with a toddler i feel so sigma and aaaaaaaawww

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rafayel: i just finished giving a long ass speech onstage sorry for being inactive 

rafayel: how are my cutie n my sick little cutie doing are you both ok 

rafayel: pls say yes im this 🤏🤏 close to jumping off the balcony and coming straight home

rafayel: to hell with thomas

rafayel: (dun respond if youre resting or busy btw we can always talk later)

mc: not resting or busy we’re doing fine. atlantis’ temp still hasn’t gone down from 38°C. pls don’t give thomas any more headaches, that poor guy.

mc: and dw love, i’m beside her on the bed and i've prepared the car so i can take her to the hospital anytime if it gets worse. i've fed her her favourite foods too. but she keeps crying and calling out to you :/// it hurts me to see our little antis like this

rafayel: oh no

rafayel: can i call

rafayel: i miss you both :(

mc: i’ve already put her to sleep only a while ago she got tired after crying for hours

mc: but you gotta see this

mc: [Video Attachment]

–

When Rafayel clicked play, his eyes immediately softened upon the sight of his daughter. The recording played a video showing her face softly weeping, cheeks flushed from fever, carried by you on your lap. It appears that she had just finished crying from her look of restlessness. Rafayel feels a sharp pang in his chest like his heartstrings are being tugged. 

His poor baby… If only he could take all her pain away even if it meant passing it to himself tenfold.

As the scene in the video unfolds, his daughter clings to her mama and sniffles, rubbing her eyes with her small hands. Your hand can be seen in the video removing Atlantis’ small hands from her eyes and brushing her short purple hair strands off her face before wiping her tears with your hands.

Atlantis’ lips quivered as she needily mewled, “Dada…”

“Dada will be away for some time, Antis.” It was your voice. 

“Want Dada…....Ayel…....” she rubs her eyes again, still sniffling. “Ayel” was her own way of saying “Rafayel” since she still cannot pronounce all three syllables of her dad’s name yet. Rafayel almost teared up on how his daughter's longingness can be heard from her wobbly voice. He doesn’t want to think about how much pain his baby is going through.

“Ayel.....…” her small hands can be seen on camera tugging on your clothes, begging for her dada. That’s when Rafayel’s heart broke completely. He knows how children tend to seek comfort from their parents during a fever, especially when they feel pain.

You gently caressed her head and kissed her hot forehead to soothe her, as seen in the video. “Sorry, Antis. Dada’s still far away… he’ll be back very soon, love.” 

“Mum…” Your daughter curls up and hugs your chest mellowly as you rock her to sleep and whisper sweet things to her ear, the toddler’s yearning for her dad still not satisfied.

When the recording ended, Rafayel’s lips quivered and his chest tightened as he traced his daughter’s face thrpugh the screen with his finger tenderly and longingly. How desperate he is to hold her in his arms and coo at her softly to ease the pain and comfort her.

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mc: i had to give her one of your clean shirts that had your cologne on them so she could smell your scent. she hugged and held onto it until she dozed off only then she could sleep ://

–

Your revelation caused Rafayel’s heart to clench tighter. His homesickness caught up to him too. Badly.

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rafayel: im in tears rn my poor baby girl im coming home as soon as possible curse this n everyone i mean it

rafayel: take care of yourself too ok cutie dun starve yourself rest and sleep properly hold on just for a little longer and ill be there with you and our lil cutie back at home 

rafayel: ill call later when shes awake i love you please tell her im omw home and dada loves her too ill be by her side 24/7 when i come back i promise

rafayel: i hope she feels better soon

mc: sure message me when u're free. i love you come home safely

–

Rafayel truly did not give a fuck if he had to pay triple the standard travel fee to rush back home to his wife and daughter. The overseas exhibition that required him to stay for another day be damned, he could not withstand another day anymore knowing his daughter is back at home crying out for him and in pain without his presence. Even so, he didn't forget to gather a few souvenirs for the both of you.

***

whoever disagrees that rafa deserves a married + family life w us lk this after everything he's gone through is not safe around me thank you

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[adragonprinceswhore]

Colour My Mind, Bring Me Back

Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!wife

Summary: Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen returns to King’s Landing victorious after besting his uncle during The Battle Above the Gods Eye, securing his withering brother's claim to the Iron Throne. Upon his arrival, he learns that his wife was a casualty of a Black ambush, suffering a severe blow to her skull. When her disoriented mind wakes, she’s lost all recollection of him and their shared past.

Warnings: 18+, amnesia, injury, medieval medicine, ableism, post-dance, ptsd, smut (fingering, dirty talk, P in V), blood, gore, suicidal thoughts, graphic childbirth, mention of torture, mention of miscarriage

Word count: 54k - completed

A/N: Hi friends 🩵 I’ve decided to take a step back from tumblr, the motivation to write just isn’t there anymore. This post will serve as my ‘see you later’-message and remind you to read this story if you haven’t, I’m quite proud of it 😌 Kisses xx

It is the thunder in her head that wakes her, a sensation resembling a storm trapped in her mind, shooting lightning bolts through her skull.

She cannot feel much besides the pain travelling from her head down through her entire being. It leaves her disoriented, and the deafening ringing in her ears makes her feel like she’s spinning.

She tries to open her eyes, but only darkness greets her.

She wonders if she’s ever been able to see.

Is this normality?

The thoughts beginning to form in her head are pushed aside by the horrendous throbbing. The pain pulsates vigorously, and as spots of light start to appear before her eyes, she can make out a lanky figure towering over her.

“Princess?”, the figure calls, a cool hand coming up to touch the scorching skin on her forehead. She tries to speak, to grunt, to give any indication that she is conscious, but her mouth does not obey her as it stays shut.

“I think she’s coming to again”, the voice mutters, removing the cold touch that had comforted her. She wants to cry. To beg whoever was tending her to keep their hand on her to soothe her burning forehead.

Spirit defeated, she closes her eyes again.

She cannot make out more than obscure shapes and shades anyway. Soon, the horrible ache in her head lulls her back to sleep.

She feels like she’s floating in water, body drifting between dreamland and the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

A voice reaches her ears, panicked yet quiet as a whisper, “I couldn’t face the Prince if we had to inform him that his wife perished”.

“He would surely have our heads”, another murmurs, “though, if the rumours are true, he’s found solace in the witch bastard ruling Harrenhal’s embrace. His wrath may be fierce, but short-lived”.

Gently rocking out of the ebbs of slumber, the only feeling she’s able to register is thirst.

A low whine rumbles in her throat, alerting the pair inspecting her sleeping form that she’s rousing.

“She seems to be waking. Place the wet cloth in her mouth, Arsa”

She’s grateful for the cool, wet piece of fabric forced into her mouth, welcoming it greedily. Her frail state renders her muscles almost idle as her mouth weakly tries to suck on the cloth.

Still, the few drops that fall on her tongue revive her.

“Lady Lannister, open your eyes if you can hear me”, one of the voices commands, as if her body obeys her.

She fights against the heaviness of her eyelids, channelling all the strength she can muster.

Her efforts are sparsely rewarded as her eyes flutter open slightly. Two silhouettes linger beside where she lies, clad in dark colours.

Or perhaps it’s the room that’s submerged in darkness?

Nothing around her provides her with any clue of where she is. Mayhaps this is her home? Or the quarters where they keep the weak and sickly?

“Is she aphasic?”, one of the voices questions. The smack of a palm striking a cheek follows.

“Watch your tongue, or the Prince Regent will take it!”

The Prince Regent?

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[sturniclos]

Early bird gets the worm!

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x reader Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut with fluff, creampie, morning sex, hints of overstimulation, praise.

It had been known upon Kyoya's friends and family that he was not, by any means, an early riser. Whenever bothered in the early morning, or any time before he had wanted to wake up (even if it's 4pm in the afternoon), Kyoya was always grouchy. Spouting cynical and rude comments, glowering and mumbling at whoever even thought of disturbing his sleep. Everyone had taken note to never bother him in bed.

However, in his second year of college, something started to shift.

Mori and Haruhi had taken note of it first- Kyoya had gotten progressively more polite. You could even go as far to say he had become an early bird, his second semester of classes mainly consisted of 8 or 9 am lectures compared to his 2 to 3 pm classes.

Kyoya had claimed it was because of the length of the classes- and it was better to go to one long class in the morning twice a week rather than five short ones in the afternoon. It had convinced most of the group- knowing he always had an efficient strategy in order to maximize anything for his benefit. In typical Ootori fashion, Kyoya had a logical reason for everything.

Tamaki had wondered what it was. A newfound maturity? He started going to bed earlier maybe. What if he started to become an insomniac and was actually never sleeping in the first place, and he started becoming kind as a result of his delirium?

Haruhi had crossed off the last option, rolling her eyes at his ridiculous assumption. She didn't really care why, but Tamaki never leaves things alone. Rejecting Tamaki's idea of watching his every move, Haruhi had opted to just ask Kyoya in order to settle Tamaki's nerves.

"Kyoya-kun, I've noticed you've been more of an early riser, is there any reason as to why?"

Kyoya tilts his head, looking up in contemplation before smiling to the side. "I've had more to look forward to in the mornings than I did before." His gaze follows you, observing your face as you animatedly tell the twins a story. Your eyes meet his for a split second, smiling sweetly at him before turning your attention back to the twins.

Haruhi immediately understands and looks at Kyoya as he admires you softly, a small smile gracing his lips as you laugh at the twins' responses. Tamaki, however, cannot accept the answer, and can't help but press more.

"What could've possibly transformed your nasty attitude into such a morning person?"

Kyoya pushes his adjusts his glasses before looking to the side, pausing as he stirs his tea to think about the answer. There were a couple of reasons, really.

You had started small. Giving him sleepy teas at around 8 pm, offering him a massage or inviting him to watch a movie with you. Goading him into sleeping earlier in the night. Slowly helping him loosen his tie and removing his shirt as he typed away at his laptop, peppering kisses along his neck. He could feel you practically smirk as his typing slows, more and more typos progressively pop up on his screen before he finally shuts the laptop shut to give you his full attention.

You'd tire him out before he could open his computer again, panting heavily against him as you bounced on his lap, his hands digging into the plush of your ass as he slightly guided you back and forth. A filthy combination of your slick and his pre making a mess on his lap, the lewd sound of skin slapping echoing in his room every time you sank further on his cock.

"m' close," He whispers, gripping you harder as he moves you faster. His lips latch onto your neck, his left hand moving to circle your clit in tight circles, earning a pathetic whimper from you in return.

"Come on, pretty girl, I know you have one more in you."

"Kyo- I can't, s'too much-" Your hips stutter against his, head falling into his neck as you try catching your breath. Kyoya is unrelenting, however, quickly speeding up his work on your clit while thrusting up into you as you gasp in pleasure. The heat in your gut turning into a tight coil as you spasm around him, kissing him through the overstimulation of him thrusting into you through your orgasm.

Kyoya returns the kiss deeply, his hands now gently rubbing your sides as he cums inside of you. His thumbs circle your hips, soft lips muttering praise as you both come down from your high. You groan slightly in response, glancing to the side to see a bright green "9:51" back at you, smiling softly before turning back to him.

"You have me beat. Let's take a shower in the morning together, yeah?"

Kyoya can't help but agree as he cleans you up with a warm rag, fighting the fatigue so that he can savor the moment of you in his arms before nodding off.

You'd work your magic until he'd slowly, but surely, started waking up earlier and earlier. His mood, however, had yet to change. A snappy mumble and slight glare still ever present as you slightly shook him awake.

Mornings were a lot slower, instead of shaking him awake, you'd started to wake up slightly earlier, lightly massaging his head to ease him out of sleep before getting up to start your own routine. You brush your teeth and get dressed and cook a simple breakfast, bringing the plate back to his room before resuming his head massage, sweetly cooing at him to wake up.

"Kyoya, it's time to get up. I made you breakfast."

His brows furrow before shaking his head slightly, pulling up the covers to his chin before turning towards his pillow.

You roll your eyes, leaning down to kiss his cheek, 1, 2, 3. The smile on his face slowly grows for every smooch you pepper on his face. How could he be mad when his sweet girlfriend is waking him up so kindly?

The blanket suddenly shifts, his bare torso revealed as he gets up to kiss you back. He rubs his nose against yours affectionately as he looks you in the eye.

"I know what you're trying to do."

You don't seem to feel guilty, instead landing another kiss on his lips with a dramatic "mwah!". A teasing smile on your face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kyoya indulges nonetheless, and now he finds himself waking up earlier than you do. Admiring your figure in the soft morning sunlight as your chest rises and falls with your breathing. His arm lazily hands around your waist as he caresses your back, appreciating the glow that highlights the tip of your eyelashes to the cupids bow of your lips.

When you do wake up, you cling closer to Kyoya, muttering a soft "g'morning." as you kiss his shoulder, slowly trailing down his torso to his briefs. You lightly palm his bulge before affectionately leaning on it, hot breath ghosting over the fabric, making his breath hitch as he lightly grasps the sheets.

Nimble fingers yank the band of his briefs down as you kiss the tip affectionately, looking up at him as you kitten lick his shaft before taking him in your mouth.

Kyoya sighs, hand finding purchase in your hair as you bob your head along his length, slowly going up before slamming your head down. His tip bruising the back of your sensitive through as your tongue flattens against the vein on the underside of his dick.

He's whiny in the morning, you note. Slight sleepiness making him more sensitive to your touch. His breathe hitches and small moans escaping through his praise as he throws his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck, feel so good around me. Love waking up like this." His hand in your hair grips tighter as he quickens the pace, reveling in the way you gag around his length. His harsh pace was a stark contrast to his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing your shoulder as he roughly fucks your face.

You moan around him as you play with your tits, one hand pinching your nipple as you look back up at him, his normally icy glare gazing at you with adoration. His cock twitches at the eye contact before his spills into your mouth. You take it all, swallowing before disconnecting with a small "Pop!", a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your mouth.

His breathing is heavy before he brings your face to his, gently kissing you as he catches his breath between kisses. He pays you back, gently fucking you from behind in the shower. Goosebumps scatter your skin as he presses you harshly against the cold glass, watching as the water splashes around his hips with each thrust.

One would think it's greed. His never-ending greed to have you prettily whimpering in his room every time he wakes up, face buried against the base of his cock, or when he slowly cuddle fucks you as you whine against his soft satin pillows (a purchase he made just for you). He can't help it- it's hard to resist when you look so gorgeous in the early mornings. He feels rejuvenated after seeing you breathless and panting with his cum seeping out of you, whining at the loss of feeling full.

Soon enough, you'd successfully gotten Kyoya's sleep schedule on track. A healthy balance of cardio and rest, and Kyoya had never worked so efficiently. He almost wonders how he was able to acheive so much without you there.

The specific reason was far too intimate to share- especially to someone as dramatic as Tamaki. So instead, he shrugs and takes a sip of his drink.

"I got a better alarm clock."

[httpsserene]

love your workkkkkkkk 🤍

can i request a smau with carlos or lance and a plus size reader?

𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝐜𝐬. 𝟓𝟓

summary: from photo shoots to spontaneous vacation changes; carlos loves you loudly. content warning: fluff. plussize!reader. reader is a model. light profanity. attempt at humor. body positive. one negative comment about reader’s body. couples vacation. loverboy carlos sainz jr. getting engaged.  pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader (fc: precious lee) genre: smau.

from serene: in honor of carlos signing for...*checks notes* williams!!! currently sobbing about logan as i am a fellow florida born but, i will make sure to support him whether or not he's on the grid next year, or in indycar, or anywhere else < 3. it's a relatively short smau from me but, i hope you all enjoy it the same xxx

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[caption1; lighting check- felt cute might delete later][caption2; please stop threatening to get get me pregnant in my dms (i have a bf)]

carlossainz55: you could have been cute with me in melbourne ⤷ynmodels: i'll let you explain me ghosting my cover shoot to the magazine ⤷carlossainz55: is the love of your life missing you AND his appendix not a good excuse

user1: how many of my kids r u willing to have? ⤷user1: im serious btw haha

user2: bbg 🫦 lemme knock you up (i'm a girl)

user3: shhhhhh don't pretend like you don't want to have 8 kids with me 🤫 ⤷ynmodels: 8 KIDS??? you're blocked LMFAO

instagram • ynmodels • march 25th

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ynmodels never thought i would be angry about having a cover shoot, but when it means i miss my boyfriend's third race win? i'm enraged‼️so, so, so proud of you, carlos! wish i was there to see you up on that top step! (thank you to harper's bazaar for putting me on the front page 💖)

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carlossainz55: vamossssssssssssssss mami

➥ ynmodels: ¡VAMOS! 😍😍😍😍😍

carlossainz55: hermosa 🥰

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carlossainz55: i'm ordering multiples of this magazine

➥ user4: spectacular, give me 14 of them right now 🤲🏻

user5: i'm no better than a man 😮‍💨

➥ user6: good googly moogly 👀

➥ user7: i dunno if im jealous of her or carlos tbh 😵‍💫

user8: MOTHER 😩

➥ ynmodels: 💅🏾💅🏾💅🏾💅🏾

user9: carlos gets his appendix removed, wins the australian gp, and then gets to go home to a fine ass woman

➥ user10: god may never say that he has favorites but there are signs smh 🤦🏿‍♀️

➥ user11: omm i hope he treats her like the queen she is 🥴

alexandrasaintmleux: don't ask me the color of ANYTHING

➥ charlesleclerc: bebe what are u talking about??? pink is clearly her color 🙄

➥ carlossainz55: the dress is black 😐 @/ynmodels block them.

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instagram • carlossainz55 • runway ⚑

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carlossainz55 off week is fashion week 🚶🏻‍♂️

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user12: just fell to my knees in the middle of my lecture hall 🧎🏼‍♀️

➥ user13: completely understandable

➥ user14: slammed my head on a table in the middle of the library and got kicked out IJBOLLLLL

user15: are y'all looking for a third ???!!!

➥ carlossainz55: absolutely not 😂

lewishamilton: nice to see you guys off the track ✌🏾

➥ ynmodels: it was! can't wait for nyfw with you 🤗🤗

➥ user16: i know carlos curled up into the fetal position absolutely tweaking rn 💀

➥ user17: if lewis hamilton took my girl i wouldn't even be mad about it 🤷🏾‍♂️

user18: thicker than a bowl of oatmeal 🤤

➥ user19: double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon 😣

➥ user20: she has no business walking around like that

➥ user18: like i'm not going to salivate like a dog 🦮

user21: she's what the greek godddesses wished they looked like

➥ ynmodels: this is the best compliment about my body i've ever received 🥹

user22: i know carlos CANNOT handle allat 😂

➥ carlossainz55: i have two hands for a reason.

➥ ynmodels: i'm a healthy handful what can i say 😚

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instagram • ynmodels • en vogue ⚑

liked by voguemagazine, carlossainz55, jeanpaulgaultier, and 1,994,320 others

ynmodels manifested this very achievement! so honored to be on the cover of vogue AND to do it wearing louis vuitton and chanel; only up from here < 333

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landonorris: VOGUEEEEEEE ⁉️⁉️

➥ ynmodels: VOGUEEEEEEE LANDOOOO

➥ landonorris: nobody has done it better 😌

➥ ynmodels: ate them for breakfast 😋

➥ user23: literally.

➥ landonorris: don't do too much now @/user23

➥ ynmodels: no bc i'm wondering who TF asked u @/user23

carlossainz55: mi amor, i think i'm crying ☹️

➥ ynmodels: don't cry because i'll cry

➥ carlossainz55: i'm weak my eyes are watering 🥹

➥ ynmodels: you absolutely softy STOP!!!

➥ ynmodels: you're gonna make me ruin my makeup 😣😖

franciscacgomes: OMFGGGGGGG 🤩

➥ ynmodels: i knowwwwwwww

➥ alexandrasaintmleux: 💛💛💛💛

➥ lilymhe: i'm getting this edition framed 💯

voguemagazine: same time next year?

➥ carlossainz55: YES !!!

➥ ynmodels: i'd be honored 😲

➥ user24: where's her vogue video on youtube? I NEED IT

chanelofficial: kiss marks on the cover already 💋

➥ louisvuitton: with hearts drawn on it too 💓

➥ ynmodels: thank you both so much 🫂🫂🫂

lewishamilton: 🫡

zendaya: passed out when i saw this! about time girllll 🥵

➥ ynmodels: yes ma'ammmmmm 😤

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[caption1; sorry girls, not giving these away :) a few presents from carlos][caption2; might let him hit tonight ngl]

user25: if he wanted to he would energy>>>>>

user26: shit tell him to save some flowers for the rest of us 😧 user26: where are you even going to put all of those??? ⤷ynmodels: i keep them around the house, and dry all the flowers to keep them! ⤷ynmodels: nobody's ever gotten me flowers before him so i cherish each and every petal 🤭

pierregasly: take that first photo down before kika sees it pls 🙏🏻 ⤷ynmodels: oh did you say ft kika as i open every bag? and smell every rose? i'd be happy too pierre 🙃

carlossainz55: it's really not enough to show how much i'm proud of you ����‍↔️ ⤷ynmodels: carlos please ⤷ynmodels: i don't need anything besides you

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user27: if you don't sit down in that damn car 🤬

➥ ynmodels: carlos told me to stand! yell at him not me ✋🏾

➥ user28: oh so if carlos jumps off a bridge you would too?

➥ ynmodels: expeditiously 😤 i'd backflip off it too 🤸🏾‍♀️

user29: why do we only speak about carlos' gf when this is his post 🤨

➥ user30: “carlos’ gf” don’t be disrespectful. she has a name ☺️

➥ user31: cause she's barbie! and he's just ken 😇 hope that helps 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

landonorris: having fun carlos 😃

➥ carlossainz55: cabron please shut up

➥ landonorris: damn a man can't ask if his friend is having a nice time on vacation 😞

charlesleclerc: everything going to plan?

➥ ynmodels: there's a plan?

➥ user32: what plan???

➥ carlossainz55: my plan to take you to see dolphins, is what he's talking about 😅

➥ ynmodels: ooooooh wait let me plug in my camera battery!

➥ user32: i wanna see dolphins :(

maxverstappen: don't chicken out mate 😿

➥ oscarpiastri: i will never let you live that down 😈

➥ ynmodels: why are we bullying my boyfriend?

➥ carlossainz55: i have no idea what they're talking about

user33: first photo could pass as professional ngl

➥ ynmodels: i said the same thing!

➥ user34: carlos takes the best photos of her hand down

➥ user35: best photos of the best model 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

twitter • ynmodels

instagram • ynmodels • WE'RE GETTING MARRIED ⚑

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ynmodels im cryiubg omg we're emgagedddd i didn't get to the bottom of shit I LOVE LOVE LPVE LOVE LVE LOVE LOVE YOU CARLOS SAINZ JR 💍💍💍💍💍

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carlossainz55: te amo mas que nada en el mundo

➥ ynmodels: i can't believe this still

➥ carlossainz55: i'll remind you every day 🥰

landonorris: congratsss 🥹🥹🥹

louisvuitton: stunned! but not surprised 😌

fransicacgomes: oh my god! i knew something shifted!!!!

jeanpaulgaultier: please allow me to go wedding dress shopping with you 😅

➥ ynmodels: i was thinking abou asking you for a custom?

➥ jeanpaulgaultier: i really wanted to hear you ask first, we'll talk soon < 3

charlesleclerc: so happy for you both! almost strangled carlos when he told me that he lost the ring haha 😂

➥ ynmodels: he lost the ring????

➥ carlossainz55: i *misplaced* it for like three minutes and panicked ok

maxverstappen1: can't wait for the wedding 😻

alexandrasaintmleux: im screaminggggg 🤯🤯🤯

voguemagazine: 🥳🥳🥳

lewishamilton: about time carlos!!!

➥ carlossainz55: only took me three attempts 🥴

➥ ynmodels: three???

➥ carlossainz: you make me nervous 🫣

oscarpiastri: congrats!

zendaya: that ring looks HEAVYYYY 😮‍💨🥴

➥ ynmodels: oh you can't miss it baby 🥱👅

harpersbazaarus: oooooh happy for you babes💋💋💋

carlossainzofficial: welcome to the family, officially!

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[aceecee]

Insaitable - Chapter Two

TW for this chapter: descriptions of injuries obtained from torture, human experimentation, starvation, reader's suffering from everything cause author thought it would be interesting to have a character whose body remembers all the things it's healed, blood mention, brief description of body image, short chapter (I'm sorry)

WC: 2K

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Sylus was the fourth one to meet you.

He was the first to see the potential in you.

After all he has done for you, you still want to leave? If he has to fuck a baby in you to make you stay, he will.

The little bird was still asleep.

It had been three days since he rushed her to a trusted doctor who had not believed she could be saved, in fact he thought she was already dead. Sylus doesn’t blame him, he had thought the same but he still put a gun to his head and forced him to operate. 

The doctor, who had been convinced you were a lost cause, nearly dropped dead himself when he saw your chest move. It was impossible. You were still breathing. He was paid to be discreet but he couldn’t help the questions that came out, none of which the tall man in the room could answer. A fact he was already pissed about.

He can’t explain the anger that still courses inside him as he looks over her body, he’s never met her before even in all the centuries he’s lived. He can’t explain why he saved her, her body had been so frail in his arms, all he felt were her bones. Just a little pressure and she would snap in half. 

Something about her pulled him even now in her rest. His hand reaches out to caress her cheek and his finger lingers just above her skin. He remembers how it felt right to hold her in his arms. In shame, he pulls his hand back and shoves it deep into his pocket. The other hand follows, just in case. 

He prides himself in his ability to be unshaken but the woman before him has challenged his resolve every moment they’ve had together and she’s been asleep for all of them.

His gaze moved down to her neck, the injury had been too deep so it had to be stapled shut. When the wound starts closing up, they will be removed. Good. It was a barbaric sight. She didn’t deserve this. 

Maybe he’d be a little relaxed if that was all she had suffered from but the list seemed to never end as the doctor examined her. Her cranium was dented, her brain showed signs of extreme damage, her lungs were infected, her trachea looked like it was crushed over and over again, she kept experiencing arrhythmias so the doctor never left her side and her kidneys were damaged, due to lack of oxygen the doctor had theorised. 

She had endured intense electric shock, evidenced by the marks on her body. She had nerve damage and in these three days, she had developed cataracts. 

Her body had been bent, twisted and shattered and yet she still prevailed.

The two of them could not understand how she was still functioning when her physical form had given up. 

He had accepted that any answers would have to come from her. 

Unfortunately, time does not wait for anyone and he had many things to get done. He leaves the room, albeit reluctantly. 

He’s back by her side.

A week has now passed and she hasn’t moved an inch. 

There’s a feeding tube hooked into her stomach and an IV in her hand. They have to start small with the nutrients, too much too fast will be detrimental. Each day she looks a little better but it’ll take months, maybe even years for her body to go back to normal. He wonders what normal is for her.

Any free time is spent in her company. He finds himself reading while sitting in the room with her or he’ll bring his work with him. His constant disappearances are being noticed but he cannot find it in himself to particularly care. 

His eyes often find themselves looking upon her, the rise and fall of her chest is what he seeks. He can’t bring himself to touch her, no matter how much he shockingly wants to. She feels like an otherworldly being, too high for him to reach. She feels wrong.

But when has he ever cared about such things?

It’s clear the starvation has stunted her growth.

The air in the room thickens. People were being taken. Children. 

They were all going through this.

He gets up from his chair and leaves without a word. 

You’re convinced that this is all a dream.

You had expected the four familiar yellow walls to be the sight when you awoke. Not this makeshift hospital room before you. It took a while for your eyes to focus, you had to get accustomed to the headache. 

“Subject awake. Alerting staff on call.”

Ugh the technical voice of the robot did not help with the ache.

Its words barely register in your mind. Every little bit of focus you had was on trying to move. You take a deep breath and count the facts in your head.

Your entire body fucking hurts. 

There’s needles stuck in you everywhere. Okay, no ignore that. Needles bring up bad memories and you cannot freak out right now.

You had not imagined those red eyes.

And that someone must have brought you here. Wherever here was.

It’s not helping. You can’t get it in control. Your mind isn’t cooperating. The room you’re in isn’t helping. Everything in it fucking reminds you of that place. Your thoughts escalate.

You’re back there again.

You haven’t escaped.

They’ll put you back in the cage. 

The doctor had been shocked when an alert was dispatched on his watch, letting him know the girl was awake. Abandoning his lunch, he ran towards the room she was in. He opens the door with a bang. The girl was definitely awake, there was no doubt as she was sitting up on the bed, clutching her head in pain. 

He’s a doctor. A doctor who doesn’t exactly live in the best area. He’s done horrible things and worked for even more horrific people. He learnt a long time ago to not get attached and to not intervene. His pledge as a doctor means nothing here. But even he can’t help but be concerned for the girl in front of him.

“Miss…?” he attempted to call out. No response. 

He moved carefully towards her and gently reached out to touch her shoulder.

A hand on you is what snaps you out. You move your head towards the source. It’s a man. He’s old, wrinkles on his face and greying black hair. Your eyes move over him and rest on his white coat. 

A doctor.

Doctor…?

Dr Evans.

As the girl keeps eye contact with him, her face morphs. First it’s confusion. Then, there’s fear. It’s quickly combined with anger. He removes his hand from her, putting them up to show there’s nothing to fear while also taking a couple steps back. Something about her scares him. He’s in danger. His mouth moves on its own as he attempts to soothe her. It doesn’t work. 

You want him to die. He’s just another one. Another cog in the machine, easily replaced but you don’t care. He deserves to die. For all he’s done to you. You refuse to be the only one left shattered.

He hunches over in pain. Something sharp is inside him, it’s moving through his body trying to get out. He brings his hand to his mouth with a cough, when he removes it there’s blood on his palm. She’s going to kill him. 

There’s a warm hand around your wrist, when your mind catches up to your body you find yourself staring into those red eyes. You know him.

“I’d rather you not kill my doctor. He’s been working hard these last couple of days to heal you,” the voice belonging to the warm hand says. It allows you to close your eyes and breathe. It’s familiar and you find comfort in that. But then you become all too aware of the hand still on you and your eyes snap open and you rip your arm away. If it affects him, he doesn't show it. You don’t have it in you to be nice, the thought of being touched by anyone fills you with dread. Besides if he had been rough with even her upon their first meeting, who knows what his real reason for rescuing you even was? Had you left one prison just to enter another?

Just like the doctor, he takes a step away from you. Something in his eyes glints when you sag in relief. 

You’re all too aware of the eyes on you. It’s silent but then he breaks it.

“We’re leaving,” he turns to the doctor and ushers him out the door. “Get yourself together and knock on the door when you’re ready to talk,” he stares at you for a little while with his hand on the doorknob, half out the door. You hold his gaze, his lips quirk and he’s gone with the door closed behind him. 

Your mind is clear now. You push the blanket off you and you don’t even blink as you rip the needles out of you. Blood pours out but you feel nothing. It’ll heal on its own anyways. Your bare feet touch the cold marble floor. It’s welcomed. 

You use the bed to assist you, and slowly make your way towards the mirror in the room. It takes time, your legs are weak from days of unuse and starvation. You haven’t had access to a mirror all these years you’ve been taken. Not even a reflective surface. 

The girl that stares back at you looks pathetic. Disgust fills you as you stare into her eyes. You used to be something to be admired. She’s just bones, you have no idea how you can even stand. Your hair used to be your everything. You took pride in caring for it, the shine is gone. It’s grown in these years but the thickness of it is nowhere to be seen. Somehow this hurts more than the beatings you’ve endured. The spark that you had earned in this life is gone too. Your eyes look devoid of any emotions, the softness in your face she used to adore has disappeared. 

You find yourself slipping into those decrepitating thoughts. Would they be disgusted at you as well? Perhaps it's good that you’ve been labelled as dead. 

Your eyes drift over to your neck and your hand caresses the bandaged wound. You carefully unwind the bandages. The wound is deep, no shock there but it’s much better than before. It’s been closed up with stitches and in a couple of days, it’ll be healed enough for them to be removed. 

Despite your earlier breakdown, you’re numb when not a single sound escapes your mouth as you try to scream.

The silence has him on edge.

When he left her there, he expected screaming or the sound of things breaking as she processed her predicament.

It doesn’t feel real to see her awake. She had looked like a cornered animal, too busy focusing on killing the doctor to even notice him sneak up on her. She was powerful. Whatever she had tried to do to the doctor had left the man with internal bleeding. He was currently resting. She was a threat and yet he has no answer as to why he hadn’t put her down. That was the way he did his business, it didn’t matter how helpful someone or something could be, if it threatened his life, he would dispose of it. Yet the thought to even activate his evol or have a gun on him had never crossed his mind. He sighs, lifting a hand to his head. She’s barely been awake for an hour and she’s already causing so many problems. 

Her eyes had a hold on him. It was…profitable that she still had a fight in her. Yes. Profitable. She could be useful in other ways than just the information she held. He was a businessman after all. He’d mould her into his image, she could pay him back by becoming his tool. 

He found himself standing right by the door of the room she was in, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. 

A knock snaps him out of his thoughts. 

AN: Ugh I had no inspiration for this chapter, I rewrote it like five times but I hate it. That's why it's so short. Next chapter should be longer cause the twins will get introduced and I adore them. What sort of bond should reader have with them?

[moonstruckme]

Hi!! Could you do a Bodyguard!James Potter x reader where he is guarding her during a high profile event and something happens? With a bit of angst to fluff? If you’re comfortable of course! I hope you have a wonderful day, i’m new to your page and ADORED your bodyguard james. <3

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: guns, shooting

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You shift your stance a bit and have to bite down on a whimper. 

“I’m going to have to throw these shoes out after this,” you mutter to James. “I’m pretty sure there’s blood pooling around my toes.” 

“You wanna take them off?” he murmurs back, lips barely moving as he keeps his face in a mask of businesslike impassivity. 

You sigh. “I wish.” 

“You could. Just step out of them, no one’s looking over here.” 

It’s true. Every camera in the chamber is pointed to where your mom stands on the podium, her right hand raised as she takes her oath. As much as you hate coming to these things, you can’t ignore the kernel of pride shining behind your sternum. She’s waited so long for this day, dealt with so much opposition, and now she’s finally going to be able to enact some real change. You can keep up appearances for her. 

“I’d better not risk it,” you tell James. “With my luck, the second I do—” 

You’re on the ground before you even register the sound of glass shattering. James’ grip on your shoulder is harsh, almost painful, but the noise that follows has enough adrenaline spiking your bloodstream to forget about that. The loud, rapid popping of gunfire fills the chamber. 

James’ hand moves to clasp around your elbow, but you tear away from him, headed in the opposite direction. The podium is empty. Where’s your mom? Did they get her already? Is she hurt? Did she—

You’re not fast enough to outpace James, definitely not limping around in your heels, and he gets an arm around your waist, hauling you away from the center aisle. You can’t tell where the gunfire is coming from—who has the guns?—but he pushes your head down before you can look. A low buzzing burrows into your ears. You try again to go to where you last saw your mom, but James yanks you back to his side, a cutting “Stop” hissing past his lips. Any other time, a tone like that would have you stilling like a frightened bunny, but you know he’s not the danger here. 

When you don’t listen, he lifts you off the ground. The crowd is swarming, frantic and disorganized, but James maneuvers through it expertly, running down the hall until he finds an unlocked door. The bathroom door swings open for you, and James sets you down quickly, locking it before you have a second to recover. 

You lunge for the door anyway, only for twin bands to wrap around your middle. They pin your arms to your sides and press you securely to James’ front. 

“Stop. Stop it.” His tone is as hard as his grip, dispassionate to your struggling. “You cannot fight me when you’re in danger, understand?” 

“They’re not here for me,” you plead. Your voice is scratchy with desperation. 

“No, but I am. I’m here for you.” His hold tightens, but now it’s less a restraint than a comfort. You can feel his heavy breaths tickling past your ear. “Your mom has her own detail, okay? She made it out before we did, they probably have her somewhere safe.” 

Now you can hear your breathing too. Short, stilted pants that wheeze in and out of you. You think you might be shaking. 

“That’s enough,” James says gently, starting to lower you both to the ground. Your knees give easily, relinquishing your weight to his hold until he settles you both on the tiled floor. “That’s enough, alright? Can I let you go now?” 

You’re not sure you want him to anymore, but you nod. He slips out from behind you, checking the lock on the bathroom door and then removing his gun from the holster at his hip. The sight of it makes your trembling worsen. He checks something with it while murmuring to the people on the other end of his earpiece, convoluted jargon you’ve long since ceased paying attention to. 

“She’s fine,” he says after a minute. “Your mom. They got her into an office, and now we’re all just waiting for security to clear the building before we can go.” 

You drop your head to your knees, relief like a tidal wave washing over you. You hear James’ footsteps move back toward you before his big hand lands on your head. It smooths down your hair as he squats next to you. When you glance at his gun balanced on his knee, he catches the look. 

“I have to keep this out for now,” he says, looking you in your eyes like he’s making a promise, “but the safety’s staying on unless someone tries to come in here. Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, still trying to get your breathing under control. 

James strokes your head again, his touch weighty and reassuring. The noise outside of the bathroom seems to be lessening, but you’re not sure how much sound is blocked by the door. There could be shooting still happening just past it, people hurt or dying in the halls. 

“I’m sorry for fighting you so hard,” you say quietly. 

James blows out a breath. “I get it,” he admits. “In those situations, it’s natural to freak out and head toward the person you want to keep safe.” He flashes you a little smile. “I’m lucky it’s already my job to do that.” You grimace back, but his expression grows serious again when he says, “You just have to keep your head, though, you know? The whole reason you and your mom have protection is to make sure someone else is already looking out for you. You don’t need to worry about her, you just need to trust me.” 

You look at him. His body is still taut, ready for a fight if one comes to him, but his expression is gentle. It’s easy to forget it’s his job to take care of you when he seems to do it so naturally. Caring emanates from James like it’s the core component of his soul. 

“I do trust you,” you tell him. 

His mouth slants, expression unbearably fond. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll work on those instincts, okay? I get that it’s not an easy adjustment to make.” 

“Have you ever had to do that? Run away from the person you cared about the most?” 

He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m lucky. I always get to run towards you.”

[eclipseiz]

The Gladiator PT.2 18+

Part One

pairing- hanno/lucius x fem! oc 1790 words

(♡ synopsis)- general acacius's daughter became intrigued by the violent gladiator she saw perform in the games and just had to meet him. (lucilla is not her mother)

warnings- p in v, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering

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Sabina quietly moved around the pillars of her home, careful not to make a sound but gave up when she saw Lucilla sitting on the edge of the fountain dipping her fingers into the water.

Sabina walked forward and removed her hood, “I hope you were not waiting for me.”

Lucilla softly gasped and turned to face the young girl. “I didn't see you in your chamber. I waited for your return.” she stood 

Lucilla’s eyes looked watery and Sabina took note of how her hands shook, “What is troubling you?”

The older blonde smoothed out her wrinkly dress and took a deep breath before responding, “That gladiator he did something that made me reminisce of a memory long ago.” she paused and brought her bundle of herbs to her nose smelling for comfort, “It's him Sabina, it's my boy, my Lucius.” she gave a teary smile.

Sabina couldn't believe what she was hearing. The man whom she just had sex with was her step-mothers long lost son. She had heard tales of the boy ever since Marcus married the woman. “And you're sure of this?” she reached for the woman's hands.

“He has those same bright blue eyes I remember and he performed just as his father would have.” she sobbed, “Your father and I have created a plan to free him.” she looked around before continuing, “Marcus shall move into the gladiator quarter with a select group of trusted soldiers.”

The General's daughter took the information in and nodded,  “Sounds of a solid plan.” she backed up taking in all of the information she had received.

“Where did you run off to tonight?” Lucilla asking with furrowed brows.

Sabina bit her cheek, “Ravi asked for my assistance after the games, I didn't want to keep him waiting.”

Lucilla smiled, “I'm sure.” she said in a taunting tone before pinching the girls cheek, “Sleep asks of me, I will see you in the morning.” Bidding the girl a good-night she disappeared into a dark hallway making Sabina let out a relieved sigh, thankful for her not prying.

A short few days later Sabina sat to Lucilla’s right in the colosseum for yet another day of games. She nervously looked at the water containing bloody thirsty sharks.

“Today will be an entertaining game.” Geta smiled proud of his idea, bringing a goblet of wine to his lips

Caracalla’s laugh boomed out, “That it will brother.” his eyes moved behind him to the General's daughter. “Sabina, come sit next to me, keep your emperor company.”

Her eyes shot up to him before moving her eyes to her father who only gave her a silent nod not to disobey the mentally unwell man. “It'll be my honor.” She took the seat next to him and almost immediately he threw an arm around her shoulder bringing her in close. 

The Roman people watched in excitement and nerves as Hanno was announced, coming out on a boat. Sabina sat straight up, curtly clapping in support.

Lucius moved around the back of the boat shouting orders at his men to take the other boat out, fighting his eyes who only seemed to be focused on the emperor's box where a certain woman resided.

Sabina nervously shook her leg as she watched the two boats crash into each other. Ignoring the howling emperor's next to her. Caracalla turned his attention to her and leaned his lips to her ear. “You do not look entertained. Do your emperors not put on a good show for you?” he questioned with fury burning in his gaze.

She fought to roll her eyes, “My features cannot express the astonishment I feel.” she answered in a clipped, sarcastic tone..

Before she could blink Caracalla landed a sharp slap to her cheek, “Do not answer in such a tone!” Behind them Lucila gasped while Marcus gripped his chair tighter.

Lucius heard the commotion and looked up to see the red mark now plastered on Sabina and the emperor yelling in her face. His blood began to boil and before he knew it he grabbed the bow in front of him and aimed his shot at the pale emperor, letting go of the arrow.

Sabina watched as a stray arrow shot into the booth, planting itself into the wood pillar, mere inches from Caracalla’s head, “PRAETORIANS!” Geta yelled for his guard who swarmed into the booth.

The girl looked towards the center of the ring and saw the gladiator throwing the bow back down before giving her a nod and returning to fighting.

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After sneaking out of the panicked crowd Sabina made her way to the holding cells. She entered and made it to stand in front of Ravi, “May you?” she gestured to the locked cell which contained her gladiator

The older man gave her a sly smile, “To what does he owe your company.” He got up and maneuvered his keys to the correct one and pushed it into the hole on the door.

Sabina only blushed and gave him a curt nod after he had opened the door for her. Lucius sat at his desk, back to her. She didn't say anything until she heard the door lock being her. 

“Marvelous job today, almost assassinating the emperor was by far the best part.” she joked and put her hands on his shoulders before moving them to his chest making him lean his toned back into her legs.

Lucius grunted, “He should not have put his hands on you in the matter in which he did.” He turned his head to face her looking at the red mark that only had seemed to get worse. 

“All is well, it'll fade.” Sabina moved around him to place herself in his lap, “Should I call you Hanno or Lucius?”

The gladiator let out an airy laugh rubbing his eyes. Hearing his birth given name come from her lips felt right. “Let's try Lucius out, hm?” Suddenly without warning he swung Sabina’s leg over his lap and had her straddling him.

The girl softly gasped, holding his shoulders for support. “Eager are we?” she joked, lightly grinding on his hardening cock.

“You looked like a goddess sitting up there. I could hardly contain myself.” he gritted his teeth and pulled her closer to him by her waist. “What do you want my beautiful girl?”

Sabina softly gasped, “Your mouth, fingers, anything please.”

Lucius chuckled, “How about both.” He lifted her up with ease onto the desk and spread her legs open before him revealing her bare cunt, dripping with arousal. “You came bare?” he darkly asked, swiping his fingers over the wet mess.

“Unneeded layers.” she answered with hooded eyes, arms propped up behind her to see what intend to do.

The gladiator hummed and lowered his lips to pamper kisses along her thigh, making her let out a soft groan. “Who do you belong to Sabina? Say it.”

“You Lucius, only you.” she groaned, letting her head roll back.

His lips continued their fiery trail up to her cunt, bringing his fingers to toy with her entrance. Her clit swollen and thumming with need. He pushed one finger slowly in and began to pump it while he took her bud into his mouth softly sucking it. Sabina’s fingers made their way to his head where she gripped his hair for dear life. Arousal gushed out of her, dripping from his finger to his wrist before falling onto the desk under her. “Ready for another?” he questioned in a teasing tone.

She covered her mouth and nodded, not trusting herself to stay quiet with the way he was playing with her. Lucius added another finger curling them into her and attaching his mouth to her puffy clit, savoring the flavor. She tried closing her legs at the overwhelming pressure building up but his strong rough arms held them agaisnt the wood.

Just as she was about to let go he pulled away with a smirk, “As i've said..” he trailed off and stood getting his hard cock from under his loincloth giving it a few pumps, “You shall only come on my cock.” Grabbing her thighs he pulled her to the edge of the desk and lined up with her entrance and pushed in with one single thrust, covering Sabinas mouth simultaneously. Her legs wrapped around his middle while his other hand went to her neck adding pressure to it.

She moaned agaisnt his hand, nails raking down his musical arms, trailing the veins that lined them lie threads, “You like being fucked like a whore? My personal whore who congratulates me after a fight…” He looked down where he thrusted in and out of her and watched her juiced coat his pubic area. “Want to cum?” she nodded feverishly, eyes locked onto him.

He let go of her neck and rubbed her clit with his thumb, "Cum on my cock beautiful, you can do it.” she squeezed him with vice grip making him spill deep into her. He took a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of her with a wince. 

Sabina held the hand he had over her mouth, kissing it before he pulled it back. “You continue to surprise me with your skills.” she said breathlessly sitting up.

Lucius smiled and stepped between her legs, cradling her face. “When I find myself to be free of this place…I'd like you to run with me. Anywhere you'd like.” 

Her jaw dropped a little before regaining her composure, “My whole life is planted in Rome. To leave would be betraying my family. I cannot leave my father and Lucilla to fend for themselves.” she watched this disappointment flood his face.

He nodded, “I understand.”

Suddenly Ravi came to the cell door and hit it lightly with the key, “Something has happened Sabina you need to go now!” he whispered harshly.

The pair shared a look before she stood and walked out of the cell, watching as Ravi locked Lucius back in. “The plan?” 

Ravi gave her a grave look, “Your father and his men were blitz attacked. He was caught…Lucilla as well from what the whispers have said.” 

Sabina gasped and the gladiator behind the cell door gripped the bars, “What does that mean, what are you both whispering of?”

She rushed to the door and wrapped her hands around his, “I'm afraid something horrible has occurred I have to go.” she kissed him before rushing out of the chamber, pulling her hood up.

Lucius watched as she ran before turning to Ravi with a questioning gaze.

The doctor kept his head down, “I suggest you sleep Lucius. You will need it for what the morning brings.”

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Chapter 26

Summary: Wanda and Y/n take the next step in their relationship.

A/n: Hello! How is everyone? This is a short one. Sorry about that. Hope you enjoy!

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Since the two of you spent so much time apart, Wanda insisted that you stay with her for the week. She went with you to your apartment to spend time with you while you packed your bag. She hung off of you while the two of you watched television in the living room with her mom. She would openly kiss you while the two of you cooked together. She would whisper sweet nothings into your ear as the two of you say together in the mornings for coffee. You could not believe how confident she has become in treating you as a romantic partner in front of her mother. 

On Saturday morning, you sit up in her bed with a heavy sense of dread. Of course you want to have your daughter back. You just don't want to leave Wanda's house and you don't want to deal with Jean and Anna. Wanda wraps herself around you from behind and kisses from your cheek down to your shoulder. You hum in delight as she does. 

“Good morning,” she whispers in your ear. 

“I'm not ready to go,” you say as you hold her arm to your chest. 

“I'm not ready for you to leave,” she says with a heavy sigh. Then she pats your chest. “We can't take too long. Vision is unpredictable when it comes to returning my boys.” She kisses your cheek again before attempting to move away from you. But as she does, you spin around and hold her arm. You swiftly pin her to the mattress and kiss her lips. Shel squeals and giggles as you do. 

“I needed that for the road,” you whisper before letting her go. She runs off to the bathroom as you clean up and collect your things. To remove any trace of you in the house. When you're done, she meets you at the front door to kiss you goodbye, messing up your hair in the process. Each step you take back she is taking another step forward keeping her lips attached to yours. “Okay, I'm going to need my lips in order to drive,” you chuckle softly as she keeps you close. 

Wanda groans and steps back. “Fine, I love you. Drive safe,” she says as she squeezes your bicep. 

“I love you too,” you say as you open the door and step out. As you turn around, you freeze when you see Vision and the boys walking up towards the front door. You hope you have a moment to dash out of there before they see you but they are running towards the door because they recognize your truck. 

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Billy asks excitedly. You panic internally as you come up with an excuse. 

“I uh, my washer and dryer are broken. Your mom was nice enough to let me do some laundry here,” you say as you fix your hair and avoid eye contact with Vision. 

“Babe wait you-Oh!” Wanda says as she walks out the door with your phone in her hand in only a robe and slippers. She plasters on a smile as her boys come up and hug her. She greets them happily and you awkwardly pluck your phone out of her grasp. “Bye Y/n,” she waves with her boys. You wave back as you pass Vision, who is quietly stewing as there are obvious signs that you in fact were not doing laundry. Unless, of course, laundry was your pet name for Wanda. 

You make it all the way to your truck without having to talk to him. But you want to make sure he doesn't do anything to Wanda. So, you pull your truck down the driveway and park by the sidewalk so that you have full view of him and Wanda. The boys stay by their mother and Vision looks between them and you before walking off to his car. Once his car is out of sight, you leave and head to your apartment to clean up before having to pick up Rachel. 

Later that week, Tommy and Rachel are goofing off in their science class. They know they shouldn't because the teacher has warned them plenty of times that they will be separated if they don't learn to behave around each other. But for some reason or another, they cannot help themselves. 

And unfortunately because they are male and female friends that are close, other students have assumptions about them. “You guys are so cute together, I wish I had a boyfriend,” a girl boasts to the two when she and her partner are teamed up with them. 

Tommy makes gagging noises and Rachel makes a face. The girl looks confused. “Gross dude, that's my sister,” Tommy exclaims. 

“Well, not technically but in a way, Tommy is like my brother,” Rachel corrects as she lightly punches his shoulder.

“No, you're going to be my sister,” he clarifies and now Rachel looks confused.

“What are you talking about? We were told that was never going to happen,” Rachel whispers to him. 

“You mean, Billy didn't tell you?” Tommy looks at her with wide eyes and looks at him as though he has three heads and no brain. Sometimes she believes there's nothing but oxygen up there. “The two of you are constantly gossiping but this he keeps secret.” Tommy shakes his head and looks at the other two who are eavesdropping and he sighs. He writes a note that says to destroy after reading about what he and Billy saw on Saturday morning. Rachel's face contorts as she reads them her eyes widen as she processes then it contorts again. Then she shakes her head as she rips the paper. 

“That doesn't mean anything. You know how the two of them are, they're weird,” she scoffs at the idea. Tommy makes a face because he's not convinced. 

“Mom accidentally gave us one of their shirts because it got mixed in the laundry,” Tommy whispers. “And Grandma made a face at mom when she couldn't come up with a good reason,” Tommy says. 

“You and Billy need to play more video games. Who pays attention to their parents this much?” Rachel scoffs as she starts to turn her attention to her notes. 

Tommy shrugs, “Things used to be really bad at home. You kind of can't stop paying attention after that. Y'know?” Rachel nods as she has heard stories from him and Billy about their dad. Things get tense between her parents but she's never heard her mom cry out in fear of you. She's heard her mom curse you out a few times, some of the times you were there for it and sure, you yelled back in frustration but never anything harmful. Never anything serious or worth remembering.

“Okay, but whatever you're thinking is going on is not going on,” Rachel states. “Now let's focus,” she says as she reads the assignment again. 

The next evening, Tommy and Billy are playing basketball with their uncle Pietro because they need the practice. Vision agreed that Billy can take dancing lessons as long as he still tries out for the school sports teams. But he has to actually try. Tommy still cannot get it out of his head that you are seeing his mom. He's convinced. He needs to know not only the truth but he needs to know if you are as good of a person as they all think you are. You are divorced and that worries him a little as to what brought on that divorce. Rachel blames her mom but he's not certain. 

“Hey, Uncle Pietro,” Tommy starts as he's mindlessly dribbling the ball while his uncle takes a water break. “You've worked with Y/n for a long time, right?” Pietro frowns as he looks at his nephew with curiosity. He confirms that he has. “Are they a good person? Do you trust them?” 

Pietro starts to get a little worried. “Well, that depends on why you're asking me. Did something happen?” 

Tommy shakes his head, “Nah nothing serious.” 

Billy rolls his eyes, “Gee, way to make Y/n not sound like a predator.” 

Tommy widens his eyes at the implications, “Oh shoot! No! No! Nothing like that! I just… I don't want to make a big thing out of nothing. Rach is already annoyed with me about it.” 

Pietro looks over to his other nephew. “Billy, mind filling me in?” 

Billy laughs with a nod. “Yeah, it's nothing crazy, it's just when dad dropped us off  over the weekend… Y/n was there and Mom called them babe. Tommy's been freaked ever since.” 

“Have not!” 

“Have too!”

“Shut up! I have not! You're such an idiot!” Tommy gets defensive and Pietro has to step in to calm the boys down. 

“Okay, okay, just, calm down. It's natural to be confused and concerned. So let's focus on your question. I do trust Y/n. I trust them with my life every day at work. I trust them with your cousin whenever Rachel invites her for a sleepover. I trust them with you guys. And I'd even trust them with your mom if that were to even happen. Does that answer your question?” Tommy nods and walks away to shoot some more hoops as he thinks. Pietro stands next to Billy as they watch him. “You really heard your mom call Y/n babe?” He asks. 

Billy nods and pops the p when he says, “Yup.” 

The next morning, Pietro greets you with a smirk and you look at him like he's losing it. But you try to ignore it as you go on with your work. Unfortunately, he doesn't make it easy to ignore. He continues to look at you and even approaches you a couple of times as if he's going to say something but then backs down. It's distracting and your mind is racing. What could he possibly want from you? 

By lunch time, you've had it. “What's going on with you today?” 

“Are you dating my sister?” Pietro blurts out instead of answering your question. You grow nervous because you and Wanda have been messaging back and forth about when and where and how the two of you want to tell everyone. This is a difficult situation to figure out on your own. 

He's your friend and your boss but he is also Wanda's twin brother. This isn't something you can discuss without her presence. So instead of denying anything, you turn away from him and text Wanda after telling him to hold on. You wait for the go ahead and instead she calls you. 

“Put me on speaker,” she says with determination in her tone. 

“O-kay,” you drag out the word as you follow her orders.

“Pietro, you can't get mad. You cannot fire Y/n. I am a grown ass woman. I know myself better than you do. I've learned from my mistakes. I love them and they love me and I don't care what you have to say about it if it's negative.” Wanda states very clearly in a strong tone. You're not on the receiving end of it and you feel terrified. Pietro is quiet for a moment. You start to worry that he might kill you. Wanda asks what's going on and you dumbly reply that you don't know. 

As you continue to grow even more nervous, Wanda grows more and more frustrated. Then suddenly, Pietro pulls you in for a big hug. “I'm so happy for you guys!” He shouts as he squeezes you tightly. It's muffed for Wanda so she is asking what's happening and you are struggling to breathe. When Wanda threatens to show up, Pietro takes your phone. “Relax little sister. We are hugging. We are happy. I am happy,” he says in a sweet tone you've never heard before. Well, once when he was talking to his baby. 

“Really?” Wanda says as she starts to get choked up. She has never had her brother's approval before. Not that she needed it before, but it feels pretty good to have it. 

“Yes, Wanda. I'm excited actually. I figured something was up a while ago but yesterday the boys expressed some concerns and I've been dying to ask Y/n all day and… I'm just very happy!” Pietro rambles on and on with the widest grin you've ever seen on his face. 

“Thank you, that means a lot,” you say gratefully. 

“So, when are you guys telling the kids? Tommy is waiting to give you the talk.” He says into the phone while holding eye contact with you. The question makes you cringe internally. Not because of what Tommy wants to do, you're proud of the fact that he wants to protect his mother. The thing that makes you cringe is knowing why he's preparing himself. 

“Soon, we were hoping to make it a year before telling the kids. But that plan kind of got derailed last weekend,” you say as you scratch the back of your neck uncomfortably. 

“I heard, she called you babe,” Pietro teases. 

“They told you?” You sigh.

“Yeah, they told me,” Pietro says as he pats your shoulder. “Billy thinks the two of you are just weird friends. But Tommy, he's definitely on to you guys.” You nod as you take your phone from him to talk to Wanda. 

“I know you wanted to wait until Thanksgiving but I think we need to do it sooner than that.” You speak to Wanda directly. 

Wanda sighs, “Yeah, I agree. We can talk about it with the kids on Friday. How does that sound?” 

“Like a great plan. I'll bring the pizza,” you say with a grin. “And I'll let Rachel know that you'll be picking her up along with the boys on Friday.” 

“I'm kind of scared that she'll freak out on me like she did with Daisy,” Wanda says softly. You chuckle at the thought. 

“You forget who was leading the plan to get us together,” you remind her. “She wants this possibly more than we do.” 

“It's one thing when it's a fantasy. It's another when it's reality,” Wanda debates. 

“It's going to be fine,” you assure her. The both of you end the call and loudly claim your love for one another in front of Pietro. He laughs then when you hang up the phone he tells you to not hurt his sister. You promise that you'll do your best. 

Friday night, you are knocking on the front door with three pizza boxes, a family sized salad and cheesy bread in your hands. Billy is the one who answered the door. He shouts pizza as he runs away from the door. You chuckle as you walk through and gently kick the door shut behind you. As you walk through the house with the sound of video games and kids running around, your heart fills with excitement. This is going to be your family. No. This is your family. 

You set the boxes down on the kitchen island and tell the kids to set the table while you organize everything. You set each box next to each other and you set the salad on a separate countertop. Wanda comes out of her office, where she was getting some work done while the kids played, as she hears her son screaming about the food arriving. Wanda takes slow breaths as she grows anxious about telling her kids about dating you. It has suddenly dawned on her that she has never had this conversation before with her kids. 

She has no idea how they will respond to the idea. Yes, she knows that they were plotting to get you and her together for a time. But she's worried that now that they're a little older, things are different. They've already been told to let go of that idea once. Now how is she supposed to explain this?

She is too anxious to eat as she sits at the table with everyone. Only a serving of salad on her plate. You can tell something is wrong but the kids are excitedly recapping their week and you want to give them your undivided attention. If they knew, you could just hold her hand. But then again, she wouldn't be this nervous. 

After a few minutes you decide that you can't let your girlfriend starve. So you clear your throat and grab their attention. Wanda looks at you and subtly shakes her head because she's not ready. But you take her hand and give it a soft squeeze to let her know that it's okay. 

“Kids, I know you guys are going to have questions and might be a little confused but Wanda and I have grown closer. We know that we sat you guys down a little while ago and said that this relationship wouldn't happen but, life is funny that way. And things change,” you ramble nervously. You had practiced a speech all day. Pietro and the other people on the crew helped you write it. But now you have it all backwards. You close your eyes and shake your head. “I'm sorry, let me start again.” You sigh and rub your eyes. 

“Okay, we have been meaning to tell you guys something. It's about our relationship. It has grown from a friendship in the way that you guys had once hoped for us. Tommy, Billy, I love your mom. And I want us all to become a family one day,” you state softly as you look at them. 

Wanda smiles softly as she puts her free hand on your arm and looks at your daughter. “Rachel, I love your baba very much. I also want us all to be a family someday,” she says with a layer of worry in her tone. 

The three kids are quiet as they exchange glances and then they all nod. “Cool,” Billy says. 

“About time,” Rachel mutters just before she bites her pizza. 

“And you guys called me crazy!” Tommy says with a grin while grabbing another slice.

Wanda almost instantly relaxes and smiles. She looks at each of the unbothered children. She cannot believe it was this easy to talk to them. “Do you guys have any questions for us?” The kids shake their heads as they continue to eat their pizza. You look at Wanda and gently cup her cheek as your eyes bounce around her face trying to get a good read on her. 

“Well, we did it,” you say as your body relaxes. Wanda closes her eyes and nuzzles into the palm of your hand as she accepts the reality. She has told her family. She has told her friends. Finally she has told her children. “And the world isn't burning. It's not going into chaos.” You move your thumb back and forth on her cheek as you continue to comfort her. 

“No, I suppose it isn't,” she chuckles softly as she opens her green eyes to gaze into your kind eyes. She cannot believe she has you. This is her life. This is her family.

Chapter 27

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[wbbwife]

Kind Of Caught

paring: kate martin x fem!reader

synopsis: reader and kate kind of get caught by jada

warning(s): smut (MINORS DNI)

word count: 731

“Baby hold on, there are other people in the apartment right now.” I say as Kate tries to take off my shorts. “It’s fine, you just have to be quiet and-“

“Me and you both know I cannot be quiet if I tried” I say. “Cmon baby I missed you so much since I was on the road, and I want to make up for lost time.” Says Kate as she looks up at me while kissing the inside of my thighs which makes my insides warm. “I swear this is the only time you’re ever going to convince me to do this.” She smirks proudly and bunches my panties and shorts together to pull them down. As soon as they come off my legs automatically spread.

“You’re so wet for me beautiful, I love it.” Kate says admiring my cunt. “Of course I am.” My breath picks up, anticipating the pleasure. “Just be quiet for me, I promise it’ll be worth it.” She takes a long lick, following up with a kiss to my bundle of nerves. “You taste so good my love, I wish I could eat you forever.” “I wish you would shut up and get to it before I change my mind.” “That’s how it is? Bet”

Kate immediately swirls her tongue around my clit, pushing two of her fingers into my cunt hastily, as I cry out.

“Fuckk, baby wait.” I plead; she laughs into my cunt, the vibrations intensifying the feeling. Kate smacks my thigh “You were talking all that shit can’t take it? Shut up before someone hears you.” “I’m sorry.” I choke out.

I close my eyes trying to focus on not alarming the people outside of her room. Fingers pumping in out my cunt, while her thumb rubs my clit skillfully. I feel a hand wrap around my throat feverishly. I pop open my eyes to see Kate giving me a warning glare. “You better keep your eyes open while I fuck you baby.”

I whimper, as tears start to fall from my face. “Pleaseee sss-loww down.” She smirks pausing her movement. “Whatever you want sweetheart.” Kate starts kissing my stomach slowly, runching my shirt up and taking it off of me. “I could never get tired of this view.” I blush hard, as I turn into the pillow next to me. “Let me see you beautiful.” Hovering over me, she turns my head to her and kisses me like she hasn’t seen me in months. I rub up and down her toned stomach, trying to tug her sweats down. She stops my hand. “I want this to be about you first love.” I mutter an “ok” letting my hand slip into her hair.

Kate bends down sucking on my neck, leaving a mark I know that’s going to be there for days. She kisses her way down to my breasts and swirls her tongue around my nipple needily, going back and forth between my breasts ensuring both get attention.

“Omggg Kate, that feels sooo good”

“Say my name again.” She whispers into my ear.

“Kateeee-“ A knock sounds at the door.

My whole body freezes but Kate is unbothered as she stuffs a finger into my cunt.

“Kate can I have my computer charger back, my MacBooks dying.” Jade says, wrestling with the door knob. “Why is the door locked?” She questions.

“Hold on give me a minute.” Kate shouts at the door, while removing her finger from inside me.

She opens her top drawer taking out a vibrator, setting it on my clit. I smack a hand over my mouth as waves of pleasure hit me fast.

“I’ll be back baby, be quiet” she says kissing my cheek.

Kate gets off the bed bending down to unplug Jades charger from the socket, rolling it up neatly. She walks over to the door, unlocking it and cracking it slightly so my whole body wasn’t visible, only my foot.

“Here you go” she says handing Jade her charger.

“Thanks but why was the door locked?”

Kate looks back at me smirking, “No reason.”

“Oh hell no, are you guys fucking in there.” Shouts Jade.

Kate laughs locking the door again, then walking back to me.

“Good girl, you didn’t make any noise, you deserve a reward.” She takes the vibrator off my clit and starts eating me out like she’s been starving.

[flkwh0re]

Sweetest Bunny

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: R wears bunny ears and a tail so pet playish (??), Mommy kink (W), Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Strap-on usage (W and R giving), Wanda calls R bunny a lot, Overstimulation, Maybe dubcon? I’m not sure if some bits would classify this as that

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: This fic is easter esque but in no way religious so if that’s something that bothers you, you are able to read this :3 enjoy!

"Please just wear it, for me?" Wanda plead with a faux pout. She had been asking you to wear these little bunny ears she had purchased from the store, along with the matching clip-on tail. You weren't sure why she was so persistent about you wearing them, neither of you had ever cared about easter to partake in anything slightly related to it.

"Ugh fine, but not for long." You finally agreed, making Wanda squeal. Little did you know her plans to corrupt your innocent self.

She slipped the headband onto your head, fixing any awkwardly placed hairs. Her hands firmly grasped your waist and spun you around. Your cheeks heated up as Wanda fumbled around with your pants, trying to clip the tail on.

Once she'd finally attached it to you, she spun you back around and stepped back to admire you. "Oh what a sweet sweet bunny you are!! Mommy cannot wait to ruin you." She squeezed at your side, you just stared at her dumbfounded. "Oh don't look so dumb bunny, you had to see this coming from a mile away!"

She hummed and pulled you into her, "You didn't know, did you bunny?" You shook your head in a no formation, causing Wanda to smile. "You're just so cute bunny! Let mommy show just how cute you are."

Her lips soft pressed against yours, they're soft an warm on your own. Her hands slide along your hips, nimble fingers pushing softly against the fabric of your shorts. "Your lips taste to good bunny, I wonder if your pussy taste even better." Her words sent an instant gush of arousal to your core, and a weak whine from your throat.

"Oh that pretty little whine bunny! Do it again for mommy." Wanda exclaimed with a squeal in her tone, her knee pushing against your pussy hoping to elicit more noises from you.

"C'mon bunny, bounce your little hips. Grind your pussy on my thigh." Soon Wanda had you a whiney mess for her. Your clothes discarded on the floor, the bunny ears still resting in your head. Your slick soaked pussy rutting against Wanda's thigh desperately trying to cum.

She get you close to your orgasm, then stop your movements followed by her thrusting her fingers into your cunt. Swapping back and forth just getting you all riled up. "P-please Mommy, 'm gonna cum please let me." You whimpered as pretty tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"Go on bunny, cum for momma." Intense pleasure washed through your bones as you came on her fingers. "What a good little bunny!" She praised while pressing a kiss against your lips, the cum she had just cleaned from her fingers sticking to your lips.

"Let me clean up your pretty pussy, bunny." You whined as she pushed you to lay on your back. "Too sensitive." Wanda scoffed at your whining. Not listening to your pleas, she lapped at your soaked pussy. Her tongue licking you clean.

Wanda scooped you into her arms, carrying you to her room. She gently layer your weaker body down on the plush bed, then wandered off to her closet. “Put this on and it’ll be right back, bunny.”

What she handed you was a fairly large sized strap-on, which you slipped onto your hips and adjusted it to your body. Wanda returned with your clothes in one hand, the bunny tail in the other. Your clothes were tossed into the corner of her room, followed by her clothes.

You stood by, shyly watching her remove her clothes. You admired every inch of her body, something you’d wanted to do for so long. The curve of her hips, the perk of her breast, her toned stomach. You couldn’t look away, until she called you out.

“It’s okay bunny, I like when you look at me. You’re always looking at me, aren’t you?” You nod, a satisfied chuckle left her lips. She attached the little tail to the harness that was clad to your hips. “There we go.” She smiled, the pulled you over to the bed.

Wanda laid back onto the bed, pulling you on top of her. “You get to fuck mommy now, okay bunny?” You couldn’t help but rut your hips, the faux cock grazing her slit. She grabbed the silicone member to her dripping hole, and demanded you to move.

You slipped the cock into her, a moan coming from her sending throbbing pleasure to your cunt. “Fuck baby, move your hits just like that- fuck! Go faster for me bunny!” She groaned, your hips snapping into her. Trying your best to make your mommy cum, she love your determination so much.

“Suck on mommy’s tits bunny, cmon.” Your lips wrapped around her perky pink nipples, your free hand pinching at the other one. Wanda’s hand cradled the back of your head as you sucked. “Fuck! Keep fucking into your mommy like that bunny, what a good little bunny you are.” Your final thrust grew sloppy as you brought her to her orgasm.

Your now very weak body fell forward onto Wanda’s, her hand gently pushed your hair out of your face. “You did so good for me bunny, let me reward you one more time.” You whined, “No mommy- ‘m really tired.” Your incoherent begs fell onto deaf ears as she flipped you to your back.

The harness was now discarded from your hips, but the toy was in Wanda’s hands. She brought it to your lips, slipping the tip of it past your puffy lips. “That’s my good bunny, suck mommy’s cum off the cock. Good bunny!” She praised as you licked the toy clean.

Her fingers ran up and down your thighs, right before settling on your swollen clit. Her fingers ran over the sensitive bud, whimpers coming from you. She removed the toy from your mouth, then it suddenly made contact with your cunt.

The size of it was almost too much for you to bear, the stretch it performed on your abused pussy was detrimental. “There we go bunny, take that big cock like a good bunny.” Wanda’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking to give you mores stimulation.

It didn’t take much work for Wanda to make you cum. Soft breaths leave your tired lungs as you lay in bliss, Wanda’s hand rubbing comforting circles on your skin. “You okay bunny?” Wanda asked in worry, hoping she hadn’t pushed you too far. “‘m okay, ‘m just sleepy.” She chuckled. “Don’t sleep yet, let me get you cleaned, then we can cuddle up. Sound good?”

Masterlist

[babextoken]

I need the Vessels reacting to reader wearing their merch but not like tshirts or hoodies, like that ridiculous hot topic merch, the vessel mask hair claw, the band’s logo navel piercing, the booty shorts with “sleep token” in the butt, things like that omg

Sleep Token Vessel Claw Hair Clip

"Put your Sleep Token fandom into all the details of your fit! This figural claw hair clip features a detailed design of Vessel's mask.

If the mysterious Vessel happens to be your boyfriend, he will become laughably jealous of the claw holding your hair in place while you’re kneeling in front of him backstage giving him post show head. Unfortunately this product cannot withstand the force of him (carefully) yanking it out of hair and throwing it to the floor. No flimsy clip is fit to hold back his good girl’s hair while she takes him in her throat just a few feet away from everyone else backstage."

Sleep Token Logo Girls Lounge Shorts

"In between Sleep Token shows, get comfy with these lounge shorts. They're black with maroon piping, the band's rune symbol on the left thigh and the band's text logo across the back. These shorts are perfect for bed rotting, binge watching, and getting bent over II’s lap*! * Some peeling may occur on the logo across the back after repeated spankings contact with other surfaces. Behold! The shorts are even pliable enough to be pulled to the side for activities such as reverse cowgirl. Drive your drummer boyfriend crazy by reminding both of you who your sweet ass belongs to!"

Discontinued: Sleep Token This Place Will Become Your Tomb Tracklist Cami Dress

"Ditch your usual Sleep Token band tee for a cami dress! This style shows a large graphic of a diving whale, echoing the underwater theme of the This Place Will Become Your Tomb (2021) album cover. The band's text logo appears above, and there's a tracklist below. There is black lace trim at the neckline and bottom hem, and the dress has adjustable straps.*

*You asked and we answered: Hot Topic is unable to reinforce the trim and straps of the TPWBYT cami dress after an astounding number of reviews stating that iii becomes particularly feral in the presence of this dress. Multiple reports of the hem’s integrity being fuckin obliterated when iii tugs to hard and causes the dress to split vertically (we’re talking hotdog style, everyone!) We also apologize to any customers who suffered bruises on their shoulders from the strap adjusters when iii pops the straps and asks 'bit nippy, love? Should wear more clothes.'"

Steel Sleep Token Logo Navel Barbell

"Silver-tone navel barbell with a Sleep Token logo charm, plus clear and black gem detailing.

Jewelry care: Wash with antibacterial soap and warm water.

Piercing care: Wash hands thoroughly, then clean piercing with H2Ocean (sold separately) or saline solution.

316L surgical steel; glass; plastic

Nickel-free

1 1/2'' design

Use in healed piercings only. Remove immediately if irritation occurs. Do not use harsh or alcohol-based chemicals to clean jewelry. This may cause tarnishing.

Intended as a decorative piece and should not be worn to sleep.

Imported

While we highly recommend pairing the Sleep Token Logo Navel Barbell with the Sleep Token Girls Lounge Shorts and your favorite crop top, Hot Topic cannot be held responsible for any looks or comments regarding the lovebites and occasional teeth marks on your pretty tummy around your Hot (hehe hot topic humor) new jewelry. We understand the risks involved in this outfit especially in the presence of boyfriend’s such as IV who growl, “I’M GONNA BITE” after throwing you on the bed caveman style and covering your tummy in wet, feral kisses."

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[feyhunter78]

Final Chapter - You have wed and the guests have gone, but the Dragon Queen has stayed. Perhaps it is time to visit Dorne.

NSFW content below the cut

The Dragon Queen remains a guest of The Rock, moons after the other attendees have returned home. It is not unpleasant, but you find yourself on edge around her. She has been nothing but polite, kind even but Jon’s words ring in your head. How many times will he be asked to break his oath? How many times can House Lannister change sides until they are no longer trusted? King Stannis was stern yes, and dour, but he was not cruel, not like Joffrey or the stories you heard of the Mad King.

And Jon, gods above Jon distrusts her all the more. For it was her brother that stole his mother away, her father who burned his uncle and grandsire alive. He is polite as well, but avoids her. It is subtle, mostly, though there are times Jon will simply leave a room when Daenerys enters, Ghost trotting behind him. This leaves you torn between staying to make excuses on his behalf, or fleeing as well to soothe Jon’s storm of emotions.

You have yet to see the dragons, yet to hear them, and you are quite sure you would rather it stays that way, the tales you have been regaled with are terrifying enough. Though your father, who had loved dragons since he was a child, swore to you, they were in the vicinity, camped out on an island nearby. They could stay there, their mother could join them, you wanted no part in this, not when you had finally gotten all you desired.

You find Jon hunched over his writing desk, quill in hand, inkwell closed, the parchment blank before him. He has done this many times, and you are never quite sure what or who he is intending to write.

“You know, usually one must first wet the quill before attempting to write.” You say, as you lean against the desk, and remove the inkwell’s stopper.

He sets down his quill and sighs, pushing his chair away from the desk, his head falling back, his neck extended and exposed. “I was not truly going to write anything, I simply…” He cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair.

“I know this has been difficult for you, perhaps we should visit your father in Starfell, put some distance between us and whatever fresh torture is brewing amongst the lords?” You suggest, replacing the stopper and putting away his quill.

Jon grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, his grown-out stubble tickles your skin. “Could we even do that? Would it be right?”

You slide between him and the desk to seat yourself in his lap, looping your arms around his neck. “What is right can be subjective at times.”

He gives you a confused look, his handsome face tanned from his time in the sun, his curls luxurious and scented with oils from Dorne. His broad chest well-fitted in fabrics you purposely did not tell him the price of, because you knew he would refuse to wear them on principle. He has thrived at The Rock, and satisfaction purrs within you at the sight.

“In the eyes of the realm it would not be right, you and I, together before your parentage was revealed, but it was right to us—or at least to me, I know you struggled with the idea.”

Jon’s hands settle on your waist as he listens intently, always so intently.

“If we had done what the realm thought was right, you and I would not be, and I cannot fathom a world where you and I apart is correct. So maybe it is wrong to leave, maybe it is not, all I care about is if I am with you, wrong or right.”

He kisses you gently, a brief fleeting thing, but no less filled with affection than his searing, lingering ones. “We could go, for a while, not too long, just a visit.”

You return the kiss, hands cradling his face, lifting it up towards you. “Not too long, not too short, we shall stay as long as you desire, Husband.”

He hums contentedly, pulling you closer, his lips against yours a slow languid movement, sweet and unhurried, caresses of unspoken affection and whispered promises.

Your head spins when you pull away for air, and Jon’s lips chase after yours, aching to recapture them as his hands begin to ghost over your sides, fingertips counting each inhale and exhale.

“Promise me we will do this in Starfell.” He says, his chest rising and falling as he catches his own breath.

“We shall do this and more if it pleases you.” You promise him, heart skipping a beat when his eyes darken.

A wolfish smile appears on his kiss swollen lips. “Aye, it would.”

Your back is cushioned by a mountain of pillows, all swathed in fabrics of red and orange, a golden stringed tassel caught in your grip as you dig your nails into a nearby pillow, desperately taking in air. “Jon, oh gods—”

He does not respond, his dark curls, his shoulders and strong arms are the only parts of him you can see. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open and still, unable to squirm away as he devours you. His wondrous mouth on you, his tongue making you see stars, his fingers digging into your skin so tight you know there will be bruises, but you care not.

He nips at your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your bud, his tongue moving in some nonsensical way that sends a bolt of lightning through you. Sparks of lust flying from your skin, a desperate yearning building within you again.

The sun is still high in the sky, streaming in through the large window, the scent of Orange Blossoms drifting on the breeze, accented voices and hurried footsteps come from below, but you pay no mind, and neither does Jon. His movements are unhurried, indulgent, groans of pleasure vibrating against your folds.

He is bare from the waist up, shoulders and back are marred with nail marks, your nail marks, reddened lines and half-moons. You tangle your free hand in his hair, yanking him impossibly closer, urging him to move faster, to release one of your thighs and coax your second release forward with his skilled fingers.

“So impatient.” He chuckles, lifting his head, his lips shiny with your arousal, as he does just what you desired, two long fingers slipping in with ease, stroking and curling until pleasure seizes you, driving all thought from your mind.

You whine in response, tugging harder on his curls. A flicker of pride going through you at the way Jon’s hips roll against the bed, a groan escaping him.

Jon returns to your core, tip of his tongue tracing shapes and symbols on your bud as his fingers coax you higher and higher. He slips in a third, and your walls clench around him, your breath catching in your throat.

Gods you want him to ravish you, to tear your flimsy Dornish gown from your body and pound into you until there is an imprint of your body in the pillows.

Then you shatter, coming undone into his strong grip, breathless and shaking, as you push up on your elbows to see Jon still desperate. His eyes meeting yours as he ruts against the bed, his head dropping forward, his forehead resting against your thigh, panting heavily as he finishes.

You lay there spent as he joins you on the bed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “We have dinner with my father soon.”

“I am sure he does not mind waiting.” You smile, pulling him back in with a leg hooked around his hips.

A cry from the chamber next to yours sends you both sitting up in bed, the night dark, the moon a mere sliver amongst the clouds.

You arise first, wrapping a robe around yourself and trudging sleepily into the nursery. Lyon, your son, with his thick dark curls and vibrant green eyes, is wide awake, kicking up a fuss in his bassinet. Leaning down, you scoop him up, and hold him close to your chest, shushing him gently.

Jon joins you soon, wrapping his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. “He is surely a lion with a cry like that.”

“I think he is more a wolf with all his howling.” You jest softly, stroking Lyon’s cheek.

He is beautiful, a perfect mixture of you and Jon, born in Starfell, while a third revolt took place in the rest of the kingdoms. Daenerys sat on the throne, your father, her hand. She had sent gifts, your father had come himself with them and dozens of his own gifts, with the contingency that you would receive the rest upon your return home. You would go soon, take your place within The Rock. To ensure your son would be as fine a Lannister as any could be, to begin to seek out an advantageous bride for him, and give him a sibling or three to play with. But for now, the realm could wait.

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[regency-monster-love]

Grumpy orc and sunshine human, part 2

Male orc x female human | Regency era | enemies to lovers slow burn | SFW but suggestive: vague references to sex and masturbation

CW: simulated racism (orc is prejudiced against humans)

Read part 1 here | Master list for this fic

~ 😈🎩 ~

“Garek! You've made it out to an assembly yet again, I see.”

The orc nodded in greeting to his minotaur friend. Typically, he never came to these events, because he did not like mingling with humans. But he had been to several in the past several weeks, and unfortunately it had not escaped the notice of his friend.

“But once again, you're not dancing,” the minotaur added.

“I could say the same of you.”

“Too true!” the minotaur laughed. “But, in my case, I have been dancing. I merely removed myself from this set to find a new partner. You, on the other hand, I have not seen dancing since…I cannot even recall the last instance!”

Garek set his jaw, not willing to offer any explanation, for he had none. Or, at least, none he could admit, to even himself.

But the minotaur did not press him. “What do you think of Miss Dayton?” He inclined his horns toward where she stood a little ways off, speaking and laughing with a friend. It was the human woman the orc had shared the carriage with, weeks ago.

Garek tensed. “I don't think of her,” he said firmly.

“No no,” the minotaur replied laughingly, “I meant, for my next partner. To ask to dance.”

The orc peered at her, his eyes becoming snagged on her pink mouth as it opened in a merry laugh. “She's human,” he said in a gruff voice.

“And? So are most of the females here. But she might be the most handsome of all of them.”

“You find humans attractive?” the orc scoffed.

“Of course. They're so small and delicate, even the ones that have more curves to fill out their gowns, like Miss Dayton. Their pretty little noses, soft little mouths, charming little round ears—”

“It sounds like all you like them for is being little,” Garek said with a scowl.

“I will admit, I do find their great size difference compared to me…alluring. Do you not?”

Garek had been unable to keep his eyes off of Esther Dayton while the minotaur described the charms of her kind, and he was angered that he did find her short stature and small features attractive, especially combined with those curves which were not at all small. “Yes,” he huffed out his admission with an even deeper scowl.

The minotaur lowered his voice. “Have you ever had one? A human in your bed, I mean?”

“Of course not!” he hissed. “That's revolting. No self-respecting monster would bed a human.”

The minotaur chuckled darkly. “Oh, my friend, you do not know what you are missing.” But then he turned his attention back to Miss Dayton. “I think I shall ask her to dance.”

“No,” the orc snapped at him.

The minotaur sighed. “Why are you so set against humans? It's no concern of yours who I dance with or find handsome, and I do find her handsome, so—”

“Do not ask her to dance,” the orc growled. He did not mean to emphasize the word “her,” but he did, and the minotaur caught it.

He looked at the orc curiously for a moment, then his lips curled into a slow smile. “Ah. It’s only that particular human you wish to persuade me against.”

“It has nothing to do with her in particular, I only meant—”

“That is why you've been coming to the mixed assemblies: to see her.”

“Preposterous!” Garek snarled.

But his aggressive tone did not bother the minotaur in the least. He continued to smile at his friend. “Why don't you ask her to dance? I'm sure she would say yes; she is friendly to everyone.”

Yes, she was friendly to everyone, a spark of warmth and light in any room she was in, always ready with a sweet comment or glittering smile for anyone she interacted with. Garek had watched her dance with countless partners, and she always appeared to be enjoying herself tremendously, and charming her partner to an even greater degree.

It made him seethe to see all this.

“Not me,” he snapped. “She despises me.”

The minotaur narrowed his eyes. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened!” Garek snapped again. “And it’s of no consequence anyway because I do not want to dance with her. She is a human, and I dislike her as much as she dislikes me.”

The minotaur smiled again. “Is that so? And yet, you do not want me to dance with her.”

“No,” he growled in warning. He hated that he couldn’t stop himself, especially since Miss Dayton was going to dance with someone regardless, but having her dance with a monster he considered a close friend was a step too far. He couldn’t bear the idea of it.

The minotaur shook his head with a laugh and held up his hands in a posture of surrender. “I will not, I assure you. You orcs and your insane mating bonds.”

“It has nothing to do with a mating bond!” Garek hissed, struggling to keep his voice hushed as something warm bloomed in his chest. “I loathe her, and she me. She is not my mate.”

The minotaur’s expression remained smug. Garek had never before wanted to strike his friend, but he felt sorely tempted in that moment.

“I'll prove it to you. She despises me. Watch.”

He stalked his way over to her, his face stormy. She looked up as he approached, and her bright smile fell away, replaced with icy indifference.

“Good evening,” he gritted out. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Her brow furrowed for a moment, as though she were confused, then her mask of cold civility returned. “Thank you, but I do not intend to dance this set.”

“Very well,” he said, his tone clipped, and spun about to march back to his friend.

The minotaur was laughing. “Oh, yes, she must truly despise you if she was able to resist all that charm you just displayed and turn down your gallant offer to dance with her.”

Garek jutted out his jaw in a fierce grimace. “Go find someone else to bother.”

The minotaur was still laughing. “Very well! I know it's bad form to get between an orc and his mate.”

Garek growled at him, but he was already moving off, as promised, leaving the orc by himself to contemplate what had just occurred. Warmth was throbbing in his chest again, but it was not because he cared that she had rejected him. That was just what he had wanted. And he hadn't enjoyed seeing her up close, close enough to catch the scent that was uniquely hers. He kept thinking of it only because it had been an unusual occurrence, not because it was intensely pleasurable.

Miss Dayton did indeed sit out the current dance—it would have been an immense breach of etiquette for her to dance when she had told him she intended not to, and she was never improper—but in the next she was dancing again, this time with a human man. Garek watched her mouth move as she spoke to him smilingly, her eyelashes flutter as she looked warmly into his eyes, her arms open to him invitingly as they danced. The orc refused to believe that she could like such a thin, limp, pasty human; she was only treating him with such kind attention due to her impeccable manners.

At one point during the dance, her gaze caught Garek’s as he was staring at her. Those perfect manners of hers kept her smile from slipping off her face, but Garek fancied that he saw something shift in her eyes as they looked into his, and it wasn’t the cold civility she always bestowed on him since that carriage ride—it was something with heat…anger or hurt or…no, it couldn’t be desire, because she hated him. But it was gone in a heartbeat—she was back to looking at her partner, taking his hands in hers, turning with him as though they were a single creature.

Garek clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He was burning with anger now, and he hardly knew who it was directed at. 

That vile man, for touching her. 

Miss Dayton, for giving that man and everyone else attention, and himself none. 

Or himself, for caring about both of those things when it made absolutely no sense for him to do so.

Yet he didn’t stop watching her, and as he watched, a new type of fire grew within him. The damn minotaur had sparked the idea in his head of bedding a human, a fantasy he’d never allowed himself to indulge in before, but now it burned with a life of its own. Garek watched Esther’s body move with her dance partner and imagined what it would look like moving against his own, rolling to a rhythm he would set with his hips. He listened to her musical laugh and imagined what her moans would sound like instead. He moved close enough to smell her again and imagined how her scent would shift when she was wet and wanting.

It was too much. He rushed out of the room, out of the building, out into the garden. He was alone in the darkness, so he freed himself from his trousers with a groan and wrapped his hand around his length to make quick work of his release. It soiled his hand, a tangible proof of his weakness, and he grimaced down at it.

Blast his friend for giving him this idea, and blast Esther Dayton for poisoning his mind somehow!

But when he returned inside and caught sight of her again, a soft warmth spread through his chest that dulled his anger, the same sensation he had felt when his friend had mentioned him and Miss Dayton sharing a mating bond. For just a moment, he let himself feel it, let himself enjoy it, even—then he shut it down, tensing every muscle of his massive body to will it away through sheer strength. He could conquer this. He was in control of himself, not some supernatural force that dictated for whom he should feel affection. He would decide that himself, and he would decide on an orc, as his father would have wanted.

Her eyes connected with his from across the room, and he saw that same fleeting look of heat in them again. He told himself it was her hatred for him, but even so, he felt his body responding to it with a bone-deep yearning, like it had already decided what it wanted and knitted it into his soul.

Oh fuck. Maybe he couldn’t defeat this.

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Written (late) for day 31 of @janeuary-month with the prompt of “manners”

Thank you to @slightly-knot-insane for the feedback on the first draft!

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