#she would not leave my head so i had to put her down

[l-starsz]

Billie convincing reader to let her eat her pussy on her period

I'm inlove with your fics, you're such a damn good writer 🫶🏽🫶🏽

a/n: this probably isn’t great because i’m SOOO tired and my head is pounding rn but i hope it’s good at least🥲 and thank you so much ml!! i’m so sorry this took ages for me to write🫶

billie and i were laying in bed together, watching a movie. her back was resting against the comfy pillows on our bed, whilst my back was resting against her front. i was sat between her legs, and her hands were lightly resting against my thighs. we were both intrigued in the movie, or so i thought. whilst i was watching, and keeping up with the storyline, billies hands began to wander. they roamed up my stomach, cupping my boobs gently, before moving down again to this time, rest against my inner thighs.

i really tried to focus on the movie, but i just couldn't with her hands all over me. i knew nothing could happen, i was on my period, which meant that i had to wait a few more days until she could touch me. i'd been so horny. i was desperate for her, but we both knew that nothing could be done about it. well, she could fix my horniness, but i felt bad for asking her to do that when i was on my period. so i waited, and somehow put up with the feeling of being unbearably horny almost all day, every day.

soon enough, i felt her pressing light kisses behind my ear, down my neck, before lightly whispering in my ear.

"can i try something, baby?"

i slightly turned in her arms so that i could see her face, before answering her in a hushed tone.

"and what would that be, hm bil?"

"please can i taste you?"

my eyebrows furrowed and i looked away as i wondered why she was even asking. she knew i was on my period. she'd practically been taking care of me for the last few days. grabbing me a hot water bottle, or holding me in her arms whenever my cramps worsened. getting me whatever food i wanted when i was craving something. making sure i was drinking plenty of water. she really was the best. i just didn't understand why she was asking this now.

"i.. baby, you know i'm still on my period."

"i know.. i just can't wait!! i want to taste you please, love. i'll do anything."

i hesitated slightly. what if i made a mess, and then she got mad? what if i didn't taste good? she must have noticed the look on my face because she began speaking again.

"if you're not comfortable with this, then we don't have to do it. but i promise you that you don't need to overthink it, there should be no what if's filling your mind. you know i love you no matter what. i think you're the most perfect girl in the world."

how did she know?

it was like she could read my mind.

"pleaseeee? pinky promise i'll take great care of you, angel. just like always. pretty please?"

if i hadn't been so horny for the last few days, i probably would've said no, but that side of my brain just took over. i needed her so so bad. i reminded myself that she would always love me. this wasn't going to change that. she wanted this just as much as i did.

"if i say yes, can you put a towel down? you know.. just in case?" i mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"of course, angel. whatever makes you feel the most comfortable." she answered me, placing soft kisses on my forehead.

once i'd spent a short amount of time thinking about it, i looked back into her eyes and nodded.

"i need you billie."

she just smirked at my words, before sitting me up slightly so that she could move from behind me, and settle in between my legs instead.

it didn't take her long to leave the room and grab a towel, folding it slightly and placing it underneath me. she sat on her knees at first, slowly pulling my pyjamas and underwear down so that she had the perfect view of me. once our clothes had been discarded in a messy pile on the floor, she leaned down to lay on her stomach, getting even closer to my core. i let out a needy whine when all she did was lightly blow against my pussy.

she could already see how wet i was. i hadn't told her about how needy id been for the past few days, but i think that as soon as she caught a glance of how wet i was, she immediately realised. she didn't bother to waste any more time, diving straight in. her tongue ran a long stripe up my pussy, before focusing on my clit. she was trying to get me wetter, it wasn't like she needed me to be wetter, she just wanted to tease. i reached my hands down to grab her hair, pulling her impossibly closer to my core in an attempt to get her to move faster.

we both knew that i was already pretty sensitive because of how long i'd needed this, so it wouldn't take her long to get me close, which was why she was trying to drag it out as much as possible. she wanted me to last as long as i could.

her tongue flicked my clit, before licking and slurping, just doing as much as she could to bring me pleasure. after what felt like an eternity, she finally moved to push her tongue inside of me. she worked her tongue against my tight walls as they squeezed against her. my orgasm was approaching fast, and my arousal must have been dripping all over the lower half of her face. at that point, i'd completely forgot that i was on my period, and i think billie had forgotten too. we were both too focused on me finishing.

i was so close, and to add to the pleasure, she pressed her fingers on my clit, quickly rubbing circles against it, making my moans as loud as they could get. i couldn't hold it any longer. no matter how hard i tried, i was too desperate.

"billie! baby, can i cum for you? please?" i moaned out.

"that's ittt." she praised, "cum for me, my love."

as soon as i heard those words, my orgasm hit me. my moans and cries were broken whilst i let the feeling consume me. my back was arching off the bed, and my hands were still tangled in billies hair, gripping onto it tight to ground myself slightly.

as i started to come down from my high, my grip loosened on her hair, and i felt one of her hands gently rubbing my stomach to help me calm down. when i finally flopped against the bed, trying to catch my breath, billie pulled her face away from me, looking into my eyes with a proud smile. all i could see was a mixture of my arousal, and blood dripping down her chin and coating her lips.

my cheeks turned red and i covered my face, embarrassed even though i knew billie was just happy that she'd made me feel good.

i didn't even notice her come closer to my face until i felt her carefully grabbing my wrists to pry my hands away from my face, and i heard her pretty voice.

"don't be embarrassed, angel. can i go clean you up now?"

"please." i nodded and thanked her, allowing myself to be lifted up in her arms, my head resting on my shoulder out of exhaustion.

once we took a long shower, and pampered each other, it was time for us to get back in bed and watch movies for the rest of the day, enjoying each others company just like usual.

[a-hermit-pining]

A Reflection of Him

AN: Plot bunny bunny comes to life! Warning- I bawled my eyes writing this.

Pairing: Sylus x fem reader

Genre: fluff and so much comfort

Summary: "Is that not the best thing to wish for? That the people you care for were loved, even before you came into their life?"

(I do not own these characters)

"Happy Father's Day, Dada!" Raul shrieks, launching himself into Sylus' lap.

Your husband barely has time to react before he’s tackled—first by the dogs, then by Mephisto, and finally by the twins, who have long since lost any fear of rebuke. Not after witnessing their fearsome boss being carried out of the delivery room at the mere sight of birth.

A flurry of limbs, paws, and claws moves before your eyes, a chaotic mess of yips, shrieks, and laughter. And your heart blooms at the sight.

Some pluck love like petals. Some treasure it like pearls. And some...some deserve to be smothered by it.

Then, your eldest walks in.

She stands beside you, clutching your hand, trepidation flickering in her eyes. For a moment, she is once again the little girl you let go of at the kindergarten gates.

With a gentle pat on her head, you smile, then lovingly shove her into the crowd of limbs.

He had hit his head when he first found himself on your couch. He didn’t remember much...just funny colors, static noises... Probably a concussion.

How embarrassing.

Sylus lay there, eyes rolling back as he groaned at the thrumming pain in his skull.

"Say aaa," a small voice rang in his ear before something plastic was shoved into his mouth.

Squinting his eyes open, he found a pair of familiar eyes staring back at him.

Yours, only on a smaller, plumper face.

"You have a fever," the little voice chirped, inspecting the plastic thermometer now thoroughly drenched in his saliva. "200 degrees. Don't worry, I’ll make you better." Small hands patted his head with absolute confidence.

"Lilia!" You scooped your daughter up with a sigh. "Didn't I put you to bed already?"

"But the doctor says it’s serious," Sylus croaked dramatically. "Who will treat me now?"

"Rein in your horses, mister. Lay down and do not strain yourself," you scolded, shooting him a glare as you set down the glass of water you'd gone to fetch.

"Come, Lilia. Time for bed. Playtime is over." You carried your daughter toward her room, but not before she twisted around to make the most ridiculous faces at Sylus over your shoulder.

That was how he met her.

Your daughter, who, at age four, was the only doctor bold enough to diagnose him with a 200-degree fever.

"He was a… we were in college. It was all so new… we were from the same town," you say, staring at the hazy photos of your college dorm.

"It was easier to tackle Linkon with him. And then he was gone... he couldn't bear it. People weren’t kind to him. He…" You sigh, clutching the photo tighter. "He is no more. You don’t have to seek anyone for vengeance or revenge. But if you ever hurt Lilia, I will kill you."

And Sylus knows, that is the truth.

You would kill him.

But for the first time, he does not wish for it. Not if it means leaving you alone. Not if it means becoming nothing more than a painful photograph in your hands.

"She is all I have, and I am all she has," you murmur, looking up at him. The house stands still, the only sound the slow, rhythmic tick of the clock.

Sylus flips through the album, stopping at a photo where you cradle an infant in your arms.

"I’m glad," he says finally, voice quiet. "Whoever he was, he left you with Lilia. I’m glad you were loved. And that Lilia grew up being loved by you."

He exhales, eyes lingering on the photo.

"Is that not the best thing to wish for? That the people you care for were loved, even before you came into their life?" He smiles taking your hand in his, next to a mountain of toys that Lilia had insisted on showing to him before leaving for school.

Luke and Kieran sit on tiny chairs, sipping water from plastic cups. Seated beside them is the esteemed council of plushies.

"Mr. Luke, do you like the tea?" Lilia beams, dressed in a princess gown and tiara.

Luke nods, his mask off, before turning to his twin, only to find Kieran’s face covered in stickers.

"Yes, Princess Lilia," Kieran says solemnly. "The tea is excellent. You should serve this to Boss once he returns."

It is simply delightful to witness the head of Onichynus joining the council of plushies for an exquisite tea party.

Makes for an excellent photo, too, one they manage to sneak in with Mephisto’s help.

Lilia grins, "Yes! We must! And I will ask, mommy and Mephisto to join. We can have a ball."

"Boss!" Lilia tugs at Sylus' sleeve as he carefully straightens her bow.

"Hm?" he hums, though his heart is beating wildly. Just a few rooms away, you were waiting for him, ready to walk down the aisle.

"Do you want me to sneak photos of Mommy?" Lilia asks, her eyes glimmering with mischief. "Am I not your best woman? I should do it, right?"

Standing tall on the stool, his best man is doing an excellent job of keeping his nerves in check.

Sylus exhales a laugh, shaking his head. "How much did your mother bribe you to sneak a photo of me to her?"

Distantly, he makes a note to have a word with the twins, after the wedding. They were definitely behind this. He and you had worked way too hard to get Lilia to stop calling him Boss, only for it to come right back at the worst possible time.

The room stills when your daughter hands him the papers.

You quietly pull Raul into your lap as Sylus takes them, his hands trembling.

"Happy Father's Day," your daughter says, standing before him as he reads frantically.

"People say we're both equally stubborn," she continues, her voice steady but thick with emotion. She clutches his hand. "That we're both sore losers. That we both love anything shiny..."

Sylus looks up at her, his tears unrelenting, just like hers.

"But they don’t know," she says, voice breaking, "that all of this comes from you. From the years, the months, the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes, down to the very seconds, you have spent looking after me."

She swallows.

"It’s because... how could I not want to be like you?"

Sylus' breath catches.

"From four to sixteen, you've been here for so long... and I don’t want to call you Sylus. I want to call you Dad. I want you to be my dad"

Beside them, you sniff quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Raul’s head as he watches, wide-eyed and troubled by the sight of both his sister and his Dada in tears.

"Will you be my dad?" she asks, sinking to her knees.

And Sylus, your husband, your love—falls.

He pulls her into his arms, holding her as if letting go would break the world.

"A thousand times over," he whispers. "In every lifetime, in every form. I hope to have you as my daughter."

Tags

@perla-drg, @codedove, @crazy-ink-artist, @desiree-archive @softiepeachess @otome-addictionproblem

[thewitchblue]

"Did you join the fucking military?"

Jason asked Tim, who blinked blankly at Jason until he noticed what he was holding. Jason was holding your military tags, which Tim's selfishly kept to himself when you "lost" them. Technically, he stole the tags from you, but you can always get a new set. You'll be matching! He did feel a little bad that you got in trouble with leadership when you asked for new ones, but he's sure you'd be fine without the old pair.

"No."

Tim didn't elaborate further. The tags have practically lived on him since he stole them. He only ever takes them off for showers, which is how Jason found them. Jason scoffed,

"Good. You'd be a shit soldier. Why do you have military dog tags?"

Tim tried to take them back, but Jason held them above his head. Your dog tags are air jailed until he gets answers. Jason needed to know.

"Answer or I'll find a place to smelt them down."

Tim knew he was serious by the gleam in Jason's eyes, so he said,

"My girlfriend is in a special forces unit for the marines. She refuses to tell me which unit she's in, but I've narrowed it down."

Jason was too stunned to notice that he dropped your dog tags. Tim snatched them off the floor and put them safely around his neck again and tucked under his shirt where they belonged. He likes to say that you're closer to his heart with your tags under his shirt with the bonus of protecting him from any potential bullets. Even when you are gone, you promise that you will always come back. He's used to your deployment and the limbo you have him in.

"When do I get to meet her?"

Dick said from the doorway. He was passing by and overheard. His little Timmy has a girlfriend? When did that happen?

Tim touches the tags while thinking of what to reveal and what to keep private. He's never been good at respecting privacy, but he has been learning for you. He knows to keep anything you say to him a secret, but what about other things relating to you?

"Whenever she wants. I'm not her keeper."

Tim answered vaguely. He's flying to see you soon, and he doesn't want to be followed. You've been together for three years, but you met kind of awkwardly. You tackled him to the ground and wrestled with him after mistaking him for one of your friends.

Your willpower eventually overcame his reflexes, and he stopped struggling. You had laughed when you pinned him down and ruffled his hair in victory. It was embarrassing to him how quickly he submitted to you. He watched your eyes widen when you noticed he's not your friend. You took in the scene too slowly. You, straddling who you had assumed was your friend with your hands pinning his wrists to both sides of his head, and Tim blushing underneath you. Tim didn't know how to react either, so you both stared at each other before you started awkwardly apologising.

Tim was a mess, but he was an adorable mess. His hair was ruffled, and his clothes were wrinkled, but there were no bruises nor any scrapes. You were always careful to leave no injuries. He was breathless, just staring at you with wide eyes and a shyness that almost made you smile. He was so cute that you wanted to squish him.

You quickly got off of him once you realised how long you've been staring at him. You pulled him up from the ground when he didn't make a move to stand by himself and actually almost fell right back to the ground because his legs refused to work for him. He was understandly stunned.

This is awkward. How do you explain the tradition of you fighting your friend on sight? Your friend does the exact same thing with you. It was excellent training for your deployment to fight each other on sight without any prep. Enemy soldiers aren't going to reveal themselves before attacking, so surprise attacks help keep your reflexes sharp.

"Sorry. I thought you were someone else."

He couldn't get the image of you pinning him down out of his head. Nobody has ever pinned him down so intimately. You were gentle. Your hold would have been easy to break out of if he didn't stop struggling. It was like you only played until one of you got pinned, and then the fight was over.

Tim was still trying to remember how to function. What does he do? What does he say? He's all shaken up. He had to look away from you. He managed to say,

"It's fine."

He tried to sound like it was no big deal, but it sounded strained. He was pretending like the wrestling really took it out of him by fake panting, but you both knew better. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, but pat his back and attempted to leave.

Attempted, being the key word. Tim caught your wrist loosely and nervously said,

"I, uh... would you... Can we... Let's... I'm sorry."

He didn't have the words with you looking at him like that. He was nervous. You smiled softly at him, and he forgot how to speak entirely. He could only stare until you took the initiative and asked him to go on a date before you leave for boot camp. He nodded, and that was that. You gave him your number and continued your run like nothing happened.

The date went amazing. It was a bit unconventional as you took him to a paint gun fight after showing him the gun and explaining the rules. You grinned every time he landed a hit and even wiped away the paint that splattered onto him with a fond expression. You opened up about the fear you have about joining the military, but your desire to help. You want to make a difference, however small or large that may be.

You kissed the bruising wounds softly and banaged the bleeding ones before he could even reach for the first aid kit you brought. You helped him up with a wild grin, and he kissed you until the adrenaline ran out. The guns were empty, and you both were messes, but your hearts were full, and Tim can safely say he hates paintballing. You took him to see a movie like a normal person next date.

Jason and Dick watched their brother soften further and further as he went down memory lane. Dick was ecstatic and already plotting to meet you, but Jason was confused why anybody would date Tim. Yeah, he's had his fair share of partners, but he's surprised every time he gets a date, let alone a girlfriend.

You were his mystery girl, and their family loves a good mystery.

[madewithsilk]

Can you do a rlly feminine reader with either Ellie williams, Abby, or Vi? Please n thank youuu 🙏🙏

— ᴠɪ x ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ (ꜰ!) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

— Vi who worships the ground you walk on. She'll get you everything and anything you want, you've hardly ever heard the word no leave her mouth. How could she say no to you?

"Vi, which one should I get!" You pout, complaining with two equally beautiful dresses in your hand. Vi looks dumbfounded while staring at you, snapping herself out of the trance. "Uh, get both, I'll buy both." She clarifies, watching you wrap your arms around her. She'd spend a million dollars on you to get that same reaction each time.

— Vi who follows you around like a lost puppy. Her friends have even called her out for it, when you're at a party or a reunion of some sort, she's after you and following your every whim. She can't help it. And it's even worse when you're upset with her, she can't take it.

Vi's eyebrows furrowed, hugging you from behind and nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck with unshed tears. "Why are you so mad, baby?" She whispers, knowing damn right why you were angry. You scoff and jerk her hand away but she just holds you closer. "Wanna do my makeup or some shit like that? Just stop being mad." You turn around with lit up eyes, a smile coming across your face.

— Vi who enjoys servicing you more than receiving. She loves getting down on her knees for you, begging you to let her eat your cunt. She loves when you tangle your hand into her hair and guide her, or when you grind against her face like if she were a toy.

Her blue eyes gazed up at you as her nose grinded on your clit and her tongue fucked your entrance. Your legs were thrown over her shoulder, whimpering and bucking your hips upwards. "Vi, m'so close—" She gave you as many orgasms as you wanted.

— Vi that loves when you leave bright pink kiss marks all over her face. She gets woozy by the end, head spinning with all the little lipstick marks her cheeks and neck.

You had been trying to find a kiss proof lipstick, trying on multiple kinds and brands just to see Vi and see if it would rub off. Perhaps you purposefully tried all not not-transfer-proof ones so she could look beautiful with you lip marks. "Awh, none of these don't smudge!" You bounce slightly on the couch, complaining. "Jus', just keep trying, dollface."

— Vi that loves playing housewife with you. She’s always been the one to do everything her whole life, so coming home from work to a pretty wife who prances around with a floral apron on while cooking dinner and doing laundry is just her dream.

Vi puts her coat up, takes her shoes off, and tumbles over to the kitchen just to wrap her arms around your waist and sway you side to side. “Made your favorite, ma’am,” You tease and giggle just for her to kiss you briefly. “Love you so much,” And when she wanders off to the bedroom, clean clothes, tidy space, and bath set up for you both, she falls even deeper in love.

— Vi who dreads punishing you and even then treats you like glass. She knows she has to put her foot down when you act up, but its so hard. You're also so stubborn when it comes down to it, she's practically begging you to say sorry.

“Jus’ apologize baby, I’ll let you cum right away,” She’s stripped your third orgasm from you, pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping pussy. You shake your head, squirming and moaning. It isn't till the fifth orgasm she stripped you of that you finally babbled “M’sorry! So sorry— please Vi!”

— Vi who kisses your cunt after you cum multiple times. She grinds against the mattress, getting off simply from placing small pecks on your twitching nub, tongue circling it gently and watching your body shiver.

“Did I do good?” She whispers against your pussy, sending vibrations up your core. You nod and pant, “Such a good girl,” You praise and pet her hair.

[thjsrots]

Can I ask for a counselor!Sevika and reader with social anxiety? And Sevika has to attend those fancy "parties" of the Council, and there are so many people there, the reader feels uncomfortable (she doesn't cry, but almost), and Sevika notices and takes her out of there and comforts her? Sorry if this is confusing, I'm writing this in the middle of the night and a little sleepy!! Thanks (And forgive me if I wrote something wrong, English isn't really my first language...)

-🦇

i love me some sappy sevika. here u go!!! hope its okay! <3 (also don’t sue me i couldnt find a good maroon button up pic. i’m sorry. luv u.)

never really alone

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ sevika x reader fluff

It was nighttime, the moon gleamed down on you as you looked perfect. Your hair was styled, had on the most beautiful gown that Sevika picked out just for you, and your makeup was flawless. Everything about you was perfect. Except, you didn’t feel perfect. You felt the dress synching your waist in, making it hard to breathe. Your hair and face felt heavy, and the unnecessarily tall heels pinched your feet. But alas, you were doing this for your wife, so none of that mattered to you. You’d be able to suck it up just this one night for her, just for this one party.

The two of you walked in through the large doors, hand in hand. The immediate buzzing sound of people chattering, drinks pouring, and fancy music hit you like a truck. You gulped, squeezing Sevika’s hand, looking over at her. She looked straight ahead, eyebrows furrowed (per usual; she has a resting bitch face), maroon button up blouse semi tucked into her black slacks, belt buckle shining in the light. You could feel your cheeks flush underneath all the foundation as you stared, admiring but also trying to find comfort in her face. She looked over at you, eyebrows immediately relaxing, giving you a small smile.

“You ready, princess?” She asked, squeezing your hand back. A little sign to show that she had you, no matter what. You felt your tense body loosen up a bit, breathing out deeply, and nodding.

“Yes,” You started, smiling back. “I-I’m ready.” You pushed those words out of your mouth the best you could. Of course you weren’t ready. If it were up to you, the two of you would be at home, snuggled up watching a movie. Before you could even second guess your answer, she began to walk forward, leading you into the drowning sound. You followed behind her, of course. Those stupid heels were already hurting, so it definitely took you a second to catch up.

You knew Sevika didn’t necessarily enjoy these parties, but she had to show up and put on a face as best she could (which… was never really her best, you could tell she hated it). So you knew you probably wouldn’t be there long. All you had to do was suck it up and push the anxiety down as best you could for an hour or two.

Right?

As you were caught up in your own thoughts, you felt Sevika’s grip loosen and let go from your hand, making you snap back to reality. Your head snapped up, eyes darting towards her.

“Sevika! Glad you could make it,” Someone (of importance, you assumed) said, leading her away. You didn’t care much about seeing their face, your eyes stayed glued on Sevika. “There’s some people here who want to meet you. Follow me?”

She looked back at you, almost like she was asking for permission without actually asking. You couldn’t possibly hold her back from this, doing her job. So you forced the best smile you could, nodding. “Go ahead, darling. I’ll be here.”

She sighed annoyingly at the request, but smiled back at you. “Thank you. I’ll keep my eye on you, don’t stray too far. Okay?” She said before turning around and walking away. You watched her until she got lost in the crowds, leaving you by yourself. Your breath hitched once you lost sight of her, fingers twiddling as the panic began to settle in. You shook your head around, trying your best to push the feeling down.

I’m a grown being, I can do this. I can totally do this. You thought to yourself, trying to fake it till you make it. With the bit of courage you had, you made your way to the bar area, grabbing one of the drinks that were being given out. You sipped on it, face immediately twisting up. The alcohol tasted bitter, the cranberry juice doing absolutely nothing to mask the flavor, making it hard to swallow. You gulped it down as best you could anyway. You figured maybe getting a little buzz might cool the anxiety down, I mean, it didn’t hurt to try.

…So you picked up another drink after forcing down the first. You walked around, exploring the place, which was huge. I mean, truly, there was no ending to it. Halls after halls, multiple doors, stairs that led to Gods knows where. It seemed like you were doing fine. You were almost confident in yourself, dress shimmering, hair shiny, lashes batting.

Until… a group of women began to walk towards you. You stood there at first, trying to look nonchalant. I mean, no way they were coming to you. Right? Wrong.

“Hey! You’re Sevika’s wife, aren’t you?” One of them questioned, eyes gleaming as she stared. “Wow, what a beauty. She’s certainly lucky, isn’t she?” All of them giggled, touching your hair and dress. You felt it creeping up again, that same feeling that was always lingering in the pit of your stomach.

You cracked a smile anyway, hesitating before responding. “Y-Yeah, I’m her wife. Thank you. I should go find her, actually.” Was the best you could do. You figured you were coming off as rude, but these ladies did not catch the hint.

“What? Going so soon! Tell us more about her, she’s such a drag to work with usually. How could her cranky self wife up someone like you?” Another of them commented, their giggles turning into loud laughter. You could tell this was drunken banter, but that didn’t seem to help you at all. The feeling began to grow bigger, heavier, pushing down on your chest. It slowly became hard to breathe as their words overlapped, molding into something you couldn’t understand. Your chest was rising and falling too fast, so fast you couldn’t keep up. Your hands gripped on the cup, squeezing hard, shaking as they continued. How could they possibly not catch the hint? You regretted telling Sevika yes. Yes to joining her, yes to walking in, yes to letting her go join the others. You felt your eyes begin to water, hot tears beginning to build up, begging for their release. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, totally fucking path-

“Ladies,” Sevika’s husky voice broke your internal battle. The women immediately peaked over your head, looking at her as she stood behind you. She grabbed onto your waist, pulling you in. “Looks like you’ve bothered my wife enough. It’s about time you get going.” She said, voice stern and low. They smiled awkwardly, nodding and agreeing as they walked away, mumbling not so nice things under their breaths.

You felt Sevika grip onto your hand, leading you outside to the balcony, closing the doors behind you. She immediately wrapped her arms around you, making you spill your drink along the tile floor as you held onto her, face nuzzling in her neck. Although she was squeezing a little, you felt like you could finally breathe. Her hand ran down your back, then up again, rubbing it slowly.

“I’m sorry I left you alone, princess. Are you okay?” She said as she pulled away, cupping your face in her hands, her grey eyes full of worry. You held onto her hands as did so, resting your head against them. The anxiety began to melt away as you stared into her eyes, felt her skin against yours, her scent wrapping around you. This was your safe place.

“I’m okay,” You said, eyes closing, taking it all in. “I’m sorry I freaked out. Did I ruin it for you?”

“Of course not, I get whatever I want around here. So, my work for tonight is done.” She said, scoffing a bit.

Your eyes opened, immediately raising an eyebrow at her, giggling at her sassy remark. “Is that so?”

“It is so, and you know what it is I want now?” She asked, leaning closer into your face.

You giggled. “What does her highness want now, hm?”

She suddenly grabbed your waist, pulled you in, then kissed you. It was a soft and slow kiss, taking the time to feel her lips melting into yours. This was heaven, you were sure of it. Her soft and salty lips, gentle yet secure hands holding you, her care for you. She was your heaven. She pulled away, smiling softly, staring into your eyes. “I want us to go home and have the night to ourselves.” The moonlight hit her face just right. Her eyes glistened as she looked at you, skin glowing, and muscles showed through her shirt.

Your heart fluttered, ears reddening up a bit. Gods, you were so in love with her. The corners of your mouth lifted up into a toothy smile, one that Sevika absolutely adored. “I’d love that, Vika.” You said, pushing her hair back to get a better look of her face in that moment. You wanted to remember this, have this memory of her forever.

She grabbed onto your hand, kissing it softly, then looked back down to you. “By the way, alcohol is horrible for anxiety.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden comment. “How… did you know?” You questioned, blinking quickly.

“I tasted it all in your mouth, babe.” She started as she began to lead you back inside. “Plus, I had my eye on you the entire time, you were never really alone. I’d never do that to you.”

You blushed, smiling at her comment as the two of you walked back inside. She wasn’t usually this sappy, but when she was, you ate it up. You’d definitely bring up how hot her need to always protect you was later. She quickly said her goodbyes, brushing off the small talks, then led you outside the giant doors you had came in from. You couldn’t help but stare at her lovingly the entire time, wanting nothing more than to kiss her over and over. Maybe do even a little more than that, but you’d save that for the bedroom.

[muwapsturniolo]

Lovers Rock ₊˚⊹♡ M. Sturniolo

"Y-yeah, I want to kiss you."

⟢ mentions of drinking, parties, smoking, longing, loner!Matt, trouble! Reader, kissing, that's it, I think.

PT. 1

She was a drug.

Everything, from her clothes to the way she saw him, clouded his mind, infiltrating his senses—he couldn't get her out of his head.

He was addicted, and he needed another fix.

Chris was shocked when Matt started attending more and more parties, tagging along every weekend and putting on his best outfit. He'd watch the way Matt would sit on the couches or stand in the corner, nursing an Angry Orchard as his eyes darted around the scene.

It was like he was waiting for something—or someone.

He wanted to question him, demand a reason as to why he was suddenly attending parties and leaving the house, but he bit his tongue.

For the longest time, Chris had tried to get Matt out of his shell, inviting him to places and eventually forcing him to go. Now Matt was willingly going, and Chris didn’t want to ruin it.

"Whose party is this again?" Matt questioned as he followed the GPS, making a left turn when instructed. In the passenger seat, Chris tapped away on his phone, fully immersed in the small device.

"I’m not sure. Iris said it was her friend’s house, Trouble or something. Never met the person, but I heard her New Year's parties are—"

Matt tuned Chris out, his palms adjusting on the steering wheel as they grew sweaty. Much like the ones in the sky, he could feel the fireworks in his stomach, his body buzzing with nervousness.

After endless parties for weeks on end, he finally got to see her again.

Trouble.

Before he knew it, he was parking behind a few cars and walking down the concrete path, soon entering the backyard.

It seemed like one of those coming-of-age movies—people laughing and talking around the bonfire, drinks in hand. The naked trees had fairy lights strung around them, letting off a warm glow and creating a peaceful atmosphere. The house sat right in front of a lake, a dock attached, as well as a boat.

His admiration was interrupted by a drink being shoved into his hand by Chris. "Sorry, bro, no Angry Orchards. You're stuck with the hard stuff tonight!" Matt examined the red Solo cup, bringing it to his nose and sniffing, only to jerk back when the scent burned his nostrils. Chris cackled loudly, clapping his hands together in enjoyment.

"What the hell is this?"

"Don’t know, but drink up! It’s New Year’s!"

Matt looked back down at the cup, staring at his dark reflection.

Fuck it.

Chris cheered as Matt took a sip, laughing and clapping him on the back. "Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!"

With that being said, the night was a whirlwind—endless drinking, people stripping and running into the freezing lake, and much more.

Matt could feel his head spinning, his vision hazy. He mumbled to himself as he fell into one of the many chairs, leaning back and sighing out, closing his eyes in relief.

"Hey, Blue..."

His eyes darted open, his head whipping to the side at the melodic voice.

There she was, all in her glory—Trouble.

"Got a vape?" she asked, just like she did the first time they met. It took a second for him to respond, his eyes fluttering rapidly before he finally spoke.

"N-no... It died today, and I couldn’t get another before Chris and I left... I brought my cigs though. Want one?"

He reached into his pocket, fetching the pack of Marlboro Reds and holding them out. She eyed the small box before plucking one from the pack and settling down in the chair next to him.

"Got a light?"

She leaned in, watching the flame dance in front of her as he lit the cigarette. She inhaled the smoke before blowing it out, mumbling a small "thanks" before gazing out toward the water.

"So..." Matt started, his mind trying to find the right words to say. She said nothing, simply smoking the cigarette and continuing to stare out toward the lake.

"You weren't at the last few parties."

"Correct."

"Why?"

She finally turned toward him, eyeing him up and down before responding. "The real question is, why were you at the parties? Last time I checked, you didn’t like them."

He went to answer but closed his mouth. How was he supposed to say, "Oh, I was only going because I believe I have a crush on you, even though we barely know each other," without sounding like an absolute freak?

She chuckled to herself, a small smile making its way across her face as she looked back at the lake. However, as quickly as the smile graced her face, it fell.

"You want to know the truth?"

She took another hit of the nicotine before answering her own question.

"The truth is... I hate parties. Most people see them as a fun group activity. At one point, I did too. But now... now it’s just a taunt, a painful reminder... I meant it when I said I see you."

A thick silence sat between them, the background noise turning into muffled static.

She looked down, feeling Matt's hand settle on top of her own, their eyes soon meeting.

"I see you too..."

He wasn’t lying, and she knew that.

Their moment was interrupted by shouting. "Ten minutes until countdown!" Everyone began to shout in joy, the noise only getting louder. The girl ashed the cigarette before standing up from her seat, looking down at him.

"You cold, Blue?"

He nodded, and she motioned for him to stand up. "Come on, let’s go."

He was curious as to where she wanted to take him, but he wasn’t complaining. He stood up, and his eyes widened as soon as his body began to tilt, the alcohol in his system hitting him all at once.

She caught him immediately, her hands finding their way to his shoulders as she steadied him. "Whoa, looks like someone had too much to drink." Despite the pounding headache he had, he chuckled at her words.

"Definitely too drunk to drive tonight. Come on, let’s get you somewhere so you can sober up."

Everyone paid them no mind as they walked toward the house, too distracted by their own actions to even care. They stepped inside, and she guided Matt up the stairs, down a hallway, and eventually into her room.

She helped him onto her bed, the boy kicking off his shoes and immediately slumping over into her pillows. She said nothing as she walked over toward her record player in the corner, flipping through her vinyls before finally settling on one. Just as she put it on the turntable, she heard Matt's voice.

"Will your boyfriend be mad?"

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend? And if I did have one, why would he be mad?"

She sat crisscrossed in the middle of the bed, her knee pressing into his hip. "The guy who grabbed you from the bathroom? Thought that was your boyfriend."

She laughed loudly at his explanation. "Kyle? Oh god, no, that’s just my best friend. I’d rather go see JoJo Siwa in concert than date him."

Matt's breath hitches as the girl lays down next to him, their shoulders touching.

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, his mouth moving before his mind could stop him.

"Good."

"What's good?"

She turns her head to look at him, their eyes meeting once again.

"That you don't have a boyfriend..."

Their eye contact remains strong as their fingers hesitantly intertwine, the tension in the room growing with each breath. Just as Matt's eyes dart toward her lips, she abruptly sits up, her hand yanking away from his as she goes back into the corner, flipping through her vinyls once more.

Matt pushes himself up, his mind racing as he tries to figure out how to make his move.

She places a new vinyl on the turntable, adjusting the needle on the record before walking back over to the bed. The familiar tune of Fall Out Boy's "The Kids Aren't Alright" fills the space of the room, the faint start of the New Year's countdown being heard from outside.

"I like this song..." she says softly, taking Matt's hand and fiddling with his rings. He moves closer, their shoulders knocking into each other.

10

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asks suddenly, her eyes lingering on his lips as she looks at him.

9

He could feel the way his heart skipped a beat at her words, his fingers twitching in her grasp as he looked down at her own plump lips.

8

"Y-yeah."

7

"Y-yeah, I want to kiss you."

6

"Good..."

5

"Good," Matt adds on.

4

Silence.

3

"As the crooked smiles fade, former heroes who quit too late..."

2

"Who just wanna fill up the empty trophy case again."

1

"And in the end—"

Just as the countdown finishes and the chorus starts, their lips crash together, the fireworks shooting off behind them. The kiss was filled with longing, the two lonely souls seeking comfort in each other, craving something more.

They slowly pull away from the kiss, Matt’s hand cupping her face.

"Why'd you ask to kiss me?" he questions softly.

"Are you complaining?"

"Opposite, actually."

She kisses him once more, a quick but lingering peck.

"It's a foolish reason... I'm afraid I just wanted to."

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Since this is ts year I’ve been wanting to get back into writing hcs for the cast! >:] this was the first idea that came to mind I hope you enjoyyy !!

How The Ts Cast would comfort You After A Nightmare

Warnings: uhhh ?? Probably ooc ?? Mentions of smoking since—Ais- a lil suggestive in vere’s but i think that’s it!!

Notes: Gn mc, fluff, somewhat of established relationships??

Leander:

Leander notices your unease before you’re even fully awake. He doesn’t usually sleep, even with your head on his chest. (Or vice versa) He relaxes in your presence, yes, but he can’t force his eyes to shut.

He feels you shift, sees your brows furrow, and knows something isn’t right.

He loves nothing more than being the first person you see after a nightmare. The first person that gets to comfort you.

He will use the fact he can touch your hands to its full advantage.

Takes them and puts his cheeks in your palms. Leaning slightly over you so you can fiddle with his hair.

Will definitely bring your hand to his chest too, “Listen to my heartbeat. I’m here. You’re here. We’re safe. You’re safe with me.”

Hm hm so sweet

Still don’t trust anything he says

Further into your relationship, you can convince him to sing to you.

His deep voice (which I’m still processing btw he did NOT give me deep voice vibes) lulls you into a peaceful rhythm. You can -feel- every note leave his chest, his hands tracing circles on your spine.

If he can get you to talk about what you dreamt about, he’d tell you that he’ll protect you from whatever is bothering you.

You can trust him to be stronger than what or who you’re frightened of. You just have to trust him.

Ais

Ahhh, comfort is not his thing. Or he doesn’t think it is.

But he understands, at least.

He knows what it’s like struggle with nightmares. I’m imagining having dreams in a hive mind is the absolute WORST

He’ll most likely tell you to get up and walk around. Probably come out and have a smoke with him. Get the night air on your face, get your mind grounded.

He’s the opposite of Leander in the sense he won’t ask what you had a nightmare about. He knows to give you space.

He will listen if you do want to talk about it though.

He’s there for you, a steady presence that is just comforting to be around. And he’ll listen for as long as you need. Or just stand by you until you’re ready for sleep again.

Will make you tea once you’re back inside, to warm you up.

“Calms the brain down.” He says as he hands you a cup.

You know he’s talking from experience.

Princess doesn’t leave your side when she notices you’re upset. She’ll put her head on your lap as you drink your tea, offering—not exactly *fur* therapy (idk what…soulless have?) but comfort nonetheless.

If you stay up the rest of the night, Ais is up with you. By the end of the night you have a blanket over your shoulders, an empty cup of tea and a small sense of ease.

Kuras

Still unsure if he sleeps? But if you’re together he won’t argue against sleeping in bed with you.

Similar in a way to Ais, in how he’ll give you a cup of tea and advise things that helps you ground yourself.

Helps you mediate, or just simply clear your mind.

He’ll hold your bandaged hands, and you can feel the warmth despite the barrier.

Soft voice telling you to find five things you can see if the nightmare sent you into a panic attack.

If you’re restless after you wake up, he’ll propose you take a night-time stroll with him.

Will ask you once what you dreamt about, with the intent of knowing how to help you, but if you don’t want to talk about it he won’t pry.

His presence is an anchor, and after just a short amount of time you’re feeling peaceful.

He will try to help you get back to sleep, as a full rest is important. And it’s surprisingly easy to slip back into unconsciousness when you lay next to him. A protective arm around you, the smell of his hair .

You know the comforting feeling of warm water on your hands when you wake up super early? Thst kinda makes you wanna dose off again? That’s the same vibe his aura gives.

Your dreams are full of light when you manage to shut your eyes again.

Mhin

Don’t have anything for this one because if I was sleeping next to Mhin nightmares aren’t what I’m having okay okay

Just kidding I have quite a few ideas 😇

Like Ais, Mhin doesn’t really know how to comfort. At least not anymore.

In fact, taking in Mhin’s character I’ll say you weren’t at the stage yet where you were sleeping together (😖💔)

My vision is this

You awake from your nightmare, panting, sweat rolling down your skin, and you just need to get out.

You go wherever your feet take you, desperately needing fresh air. The walls are too tight, the presence of strangers in the same building as you is suddenly nauseating. (Real.)

You don’t even really know where you’re going, and don’t get snapped out of your haze till you hear a familiar scolding voice. (Baby ur my angggggellll)

“I thought I told you to stay off the streets at night.”

Now whether you tell them you had a nightmare or not, Mhin still notices something’s up.

And though you aren’t at the ‘sleeping together’ stage, you are still steadily trusting each other.

Mhin takes you to the one place they know is a comfort. The alley with most of Eridia’s stray cats.

Fur therapy babyyyy !

After you spend some time with the cats, possibly opening up to Mhin, they then follow you back just to make sure ur stupid butt gets home safely.

But but hhhh

Okay okay listen, you know how Mhin knows anatomy ??

Well they also know the exact pressure points on your body that can calm down your mind.

Their… THEIR hands showing you where to PrESs hhhhr (sorry the beast is winning, I can’t control it)

A pleasant coldness against your skin, the barest touch on your neck when they show you the point under your collarbone.

Before they leave, they slip your covers over your shoulders. And when they think you’re asleep, they leave you with a gentle kiss on the forehead. ☹️

Vere

Ahhh vere vere vere…my arch nemesis…

Now okay- YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

Soft vere 🥺

Maybe you’re at the point in your relationship when he only sleeps well when he can smell your scent, feel you near. Hear your heartbeat merging with his.

Sleeping with vere is very secure, perhaps a bit possessive, his most gentle also his most violent.

His grip is tight around you, claws sometimes digging uncomfortably into your back. Like he expects someone to come pry you out of his hands.

But his tail is also a comforting weight, gentle as he wraps it around you.

Like leander, he knows instantly when you’re having the nightmare. He lets out a growl as you shift, but it’s not at you specifically (well- maybe a LITTLE because ur kinda throwing off his beauty sleep) but more at whatever must be scaring you.

When he wakes up, notices it’s a nightmare, he feels annoyed he can’t actually fight anyone.

I’m noticing a pattern in the fact not many of the cast knows how to comfort lmaohshshsh

He may make a few flirty remarks “We could always do something to distract you, my dear.”

And hey if that works that works but I’m scared of that close of intimacy so I have a different thought in mind

Side note do you think vere is the type to use ‘my dear?�� I really can’t tell if he’s the type to use that or ‘darling’ for some reason it doesn’t fit in my eyes

ANYWAY

I do think either way he uses something to distract you. He tells you stories about his day, about his life—you honestly can’t tell if the tales are real or not.

But some of them get you laughing

…you also get to pet his ears <333

Idk if foxes purr but he does get so cozy he makes whatever the fox equivalent is.

Holds you somehow closer when you’re back asleep. And it may be silly but he can’t go back to sleep because of how angry he is that isn’t at full power.

You should have nothing to fear when you’re with him. Well, other than him himself.

If your nightmare was a product of someone who hurt you, they are now on his ‘will eat once free’ list.

Annnd there we have it !!! I hope you enjoyed !! <3 I’m still pretty rusty but hopefully I’ll get back into a small groove ! (Ignore HOW MHIN’S WAS A LIL LONGER THAN THE OTHERS.)

I hope you eat your favorite treat, see a really cool bug, (unless ur scared of them) and spot a heart somewhere in nature!

[wlwsoccerfics]

Who are you?(StephCatleyXReader)

Warnings:head injury, memory loss, angst

Summary: you Hit your head during a Game and lose your memory. Having no idea who Steph is. So she tries everything to make you remember.

To say everyone was freaked out when you Hit the Goalpost cause you were pushed into it would have been an understatement. You didn't just went down but you also were unconcious. So they put you on a stretcher and walked into the Tunnels with you. Steph didn't finish the game, Renée told her to go with you. The Game wasn't important right now.

You were put in an ambulance actually cause it took you a few minutes to wake up again. At the hosptial they ran some Tests. You had a pretty Bad concussion and threw up three times already. Your head was pounding actually. Good news there was no brain bleed. Bad News. You lost your memory due to the head injury. Which the doctors and Steph, your wife found out like this.

"i am so glad you are awake, Babe!" Steph said.

"Babe? Who are you calling Babe? And who are you?" You asked. Steph looked shocked. Her head turned to the doctors alarmed.

"i am your wife Steph." She replied.

"i think i would know If i am married!" You answered. The doctor gently motioned for Steph ro leave to room with him so they could talk and for your wife to let go of her emotions cause she was crying already.

"what is going on? Why can't she remember me?" Your wife asked.

"usually those memories come back within 24 hours. It's rare that one is struggling to remember years or months but it can happen. If you have pictures and things that are important to both of you, show her. That usually helps!" He explained.

So Steph called Kyra to let the team know what was going on with you and asked her to grab the Box of Pictures, Concert Tickets and Love Letters you and Steph have written one another over the last 4 years.

Both Alessia and Kyra showed up at the hospital, handing over the box.

"she really doesn't remember you?" Kyra asked.

"not even a little bit." Steph said, wiping away some fresh tears. Alessia rubbed her back gently.

"i am sorry Steph, but she is gonna remember you." Alessia told her.

"thanks, i will try to show her those things now." She looked at the Box and walked back into your hospital room. While Kyra and Less were waiting in the waiting area of the Hospital.

"so you really are my wife." You spoke out after looking at all the pictures. You took an extra long look at the wedding Pictures.

"i am!" Steph told you, offering you a small smile but the hint of pain still visible.

"why don't i remember anything?" You asked her and she explained to you how you had hit your head on the Goalpost during the game. You two spent hours of talking and looking at the things in the Box and you actually ended up remembering it all. Much to everyones relief. Especially your wifes.

Cuddles were in order, so were kisses before you fell asleep in her arms. You were allowed to leave the next day but it took you two months to get back to playing in a game.

[starrdream]

Save a horse ride a cowboy

farmboy!Anakin x f!reader summary: Spending the summer at your grandparents' ranch doesn't seem so bad after meeting the boy who works for them. includes: SMUT!!, reverse cowgirl, kinda enemies to lovers, dirty talk

The first thing you notice when you step out of the car is the heat. Thick and heavy, like it's trying to press you into the dirt road beneath your shoes.

The second thing is the ranch itself, all picture-perfect under the sunset. White fences, rolling fields, the sound of horses snorting somewhere in the distance.

The house is way too perfect. Sunlight spills through lace-trimmed curtains, casting golden light over polished wooden floors.

“There’s my grandbaby!” Your grandmother fusses over you the second you step inside, pulling you into a hug before you can escape.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so much taller than the last time we saw you! Look at you!” She coos.

"Nice to see you too grandma" You laugh softly, putting your bag down.

"Oh we couldn't wait to have you!" She beamed as she walked further into the house.

You followed her and as you two approached the dining room you could hear muffled noises coming from the TV.

"Dear," She calls out. "Y/n's here!" She chuckles, walking inside.

You walk into the room a few seconds, expecting to see your granddad sitting around somewhere.

That's when you notice.

A young man in one of the other chairs. He couldn't be that much older than you. 3-4 years maybe?

His legs were spread slightly and he happened to be adjusting his hips as you walked in.

You weren't being honest with yourself but that with his looks made your stomach flip thourghly.

He had longer brownish hair that curled at the ends, his skin was tan and it contrasted his blue eyes that were staring right at you.

You couldn't deny the awkwardness that consumed you. You were wearing shorts and a short crop top, basically half naked in front of some random guy.

"Well, y/n," Your grandma started. "This is Anakin. Anakin, this is y/n" She nodded.

"Nice to finally meet you." Anakin gave you a shallow nod.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too.." You forced a smile.

"Anakin, darling, would you take her stuff up to the guest bedroom?" The elderly lad asked nicely.

Oh dear God.

"Of course." He smiled. A real smile. The kind that went all the way to his eyes.

"Thank you." Your grandma ran her hand over his cheek as he stood up. "Isn't he just so handsome?" She teased.

Handsome indeed.

"So..." You start as he takes your bags. "You're like a secret grandkid or something." Awful joke.

"Pft no" He huffed out a soft laugh "I help your grandparents out here during summer."

"So, a cowboy then?"

Anakin huffed at your stupid question. "No," He shook his head, annoyance starting to build up. "I just help around."

"Right, sorry.." You say, taking another step on the stairs.

"All you city girls are the same." He chuckled. "Annoying and out of touch." Anakin half joked.

You made a mocking face as you walked up the stairs, not saying anything to make your relationship with him worse.

The idea of having him hate you wasn't really appealing. Especially not when he was gonna be around every day.

"Enjoy your stay" He kicked open the door and lowered your bag down to the floor, leaving before you could thank him.

Over the next week you adjusted to the new environment. You also noticed Anakin was around the ranch all of the time. You also realized he, despite his looks, was a pain in the ass.

One evening, you were taking some pictures for your social media. An important detail was that you left the bathroom connected to your room a hot mess while doing your make up.

Considering you were done, you decided to clean it up.

Hurrying up the stairs to the bathroom, you open the door only to be met with a steamy room and...Anakin.

Thankfully, he had a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips. And his back was facing you.

"Oh, I'm sorry-" You mumbled, closing the door shut in your face.

It could always be worse. You convinced yourself as you paced up and down your room, waiting for him to finish.

The door opened and Anakin left the bathroom. He was stil very much shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweatpants.

In this weather?

"Knock next time." He shrugged, leaning on the wall next to the door.

"Yeah, right-sorry" You mumbled, walking into the bathroom and gathering some of your stuff.

"I hope you won't mind me borrowing this." He stated out from the door.

"What?" You mumble, turning your head.

There he was, standing casually at the door holding up a small metallic wrapper.

Oh hell no. How'd he even find that?

"Did you go through my stuff?" You immediately accuse him, ignoring the heat spreading through your face.

"Went through it?" He chuckles "It was all over the place." He gestures toward the sink.

True. But still.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. "Could've just asked." You shrug, trying to sound indifferent even though you were secretly seething with jealousy.

"Okay, I'm asking now. Can I have it?" He was surprisingly polite.

"What do you need it for?" No way you were letting him out of this room before finding out at least something about this mysterious hook up.

"What do I need a condom for? To make water balloons"

"Okay then, you can't have it" You reply back snarkyly.

He sighs heavily. "I'm having dinner with this girl tonight and I was hoping-" You interrupt him.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. Just get out." You usher him out of the bathroom, closing the door.

"Well I owe you one!" He laughs and a few seconds later you hear the door of your room slam shut.

A knock interrupted your moping over Anakin. It was your grandma informing you that dinner was ready.

Your breath hitches as you reach the end of the stairs and see Anakin laughing with your grandfather.

Was he talking about me, or am I going crazy?

Dinner is even more awkward after your grandma announces that she and her husband are going to visit some neighboours.

The smile faded from your face the second you closed the door behind the elderly couple.

"I thought you'd at least look relieved."

"Get over yourself." You huff as you walk past him.

"Oh so you know exactly what I'm talking about. Good to know." He teases, grabbing your arm and pulling you back. He pushes you back against the counter.

"Oh my gosh" You roll your eyes.

"You desperately need an attitude fix, young lady."

You take a small step back, narrowing your eyes. “You’re full of yourself.”

He tilts his head, eyes flicking over you—lazily, like he has all the time in the world.

“And you’re in denial.”

You’re so close now that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, smell the faint traces of cologne on his skin.

It’s infuriating, intoxicating.

And when you move to turn away—he stops you with a hand at your waist. Firm and steady

You should shove him off, but you don’t.

Instead, you look up, meeting his gaze. And what's there? Want, need. Raw, unfiltered, overwhelming.

The next breath you take is shaky. And Anakin notices.

His hand slides down to your hip, fingers pressing just enough to make your stomach flutter.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs. "And I will."

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Because you don’t want him to stop. And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

The second his lips crash against yours, it’s over.

"I knew I should.." He mumbles between sloppy kisses, chuckling softly. "..get my hopes up.."

Before long you're locked away in your room. Anakin's hands help you straddle him with your back to his chest. He spreads his legs slightly, erection pressing firmly against your ass.

His hands roam your curves, pulling down your jean shorts to reveal your red lacy panties.

"Dirty girl..all pretty and dressed up f'me.."

He takes those off with ease.

You desperately rub yourself against him, begging for any kind of friction.

"Easy pretty girl.." He murmurs against your neck, one hand holding your hips and the other one sliding to your front, toying with your clit.

"Please.." You breathe out.

He kisses your neck soothingly, hand pulling back and finding its way down too your hole. He pushes 2 fingers inside of you, moving them around skillfully and causing you to moan.

"Right there?" He coos.

"Right there." You confirm with a quick nod, voice shaky.

He pushes you forward slightly, fiddling with his own belt and pulling his pants down together with his black boxers and freeing his hard length.

He reaches for one of his pockets and pulls out the condom the took from you just hours earlier.

Not wasting a second, he slides it down with ease before pulling you down on his cock as well.

The movement draws a sharp breath from you.

"Shirt off baby.." He mumbles as he helps you ride him, guiding your hips up and down.

You comply, sliding your shirt and bra off at the same time,

"Oh yes.." You moan as his hands travel up your waist, massaging your breasts sensually.

Your hips keep working through the slight burn of Anakin's thick cock stretching you out.

"You can take it.." He prompts.

Both of you chase your high, wet noises and whimpers filling the room.

Anakin's hips start thrusting up into you, tip kissing your cervix with ease.

"Right there.." You encourage him. "Don't stop Anakin, please.."

He chuckles at your desperate pleas. "Don't worry angel, I'm not stopping until you cum on my cock."

"Right.." You gasp. Arching your back, you press him against your spot, drawing out a desperate whimper.

Anakin goes livid. "Keep making those pretty noises yeah?" He says as he rubs himself against your spot repeatedly.

Walls fluttering, face contorting in pleasure-you cum, the orgasm sending shivers down your spine.

Anakin is quick to notice.

"Oh" He chuckles. "That good huh?" His hands grip your hips tighter as you start grinding against him.

"Yeah.. y-yes" You moan.

He finishes too, wrapping his arms tightly against your waist and burying his face in your shoulder as you both ride out the high.

Holy shit I spent at least 3h writing this..Also why is it so unnecessarily long😭😭

Lmk if you guys want me to make a series out of this!!

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Milf Morgan 18+

Y/n x Alex Morgan

Warning: Smut!

Word count: 6.7k (sorry it’s a long one)

*Alex’s Pov* 

Servado and I have been having issues. Serv filed for a divorce when there was a false article posted about me and Tobin Heath the article was false saying I was cheating on him with Tobin. 

It’s been 2 weeks since he’s left me. I haven’t heard from him since, he took Charlie with him as well.

I tried telling him the article was fake but he would listen to me or believe me. Serv told me he was gonna stay with one of his friends for a little while until things are sorted out. 

I’m brought back to reality when I feel someone rub my back. “Hey Alex you okay?” Christen asks me.

Chris is my best friend and was there for me when all this was going down. I smile and nod. 

“Yeah I’m okay.” I say. 

Chris nods. She knew I was lying but left it alone. “The girls are ready and are waiting for us in the lobby.” 

Chris, me and some of the girls were going out to the bar for a girls night and to help take my mind off things. 

We leave the hotel room and meet the girls in the lobby. We get an uber to the bar and go in. 

We order drinks and start talking and dancing. While we were dancing, a beautiful girl with blonde braided hair and beautiful blue eyes was dancing next to me. 

I smile as she walks over to me and starts dancing with me. I smile and dance with her. She had sleeves of tattoos, she was wearing a crop top showing off her toned tatted abs. I bite my lip as I check out her abs. 

I bite my lip, I turn my back to her and slowly grind against her. The girl smiles and bites her lip and places her hands on my hips. 

The girl leans in. “What’s your name beautiful?” She asks. 

I smile and blush at her calling me beautiful. “Alex. What’s your name?” 

The girl smiles. “Nice to meet you Alex I’m Y/n.” 

I smile and lean back against her. “Nice to meet you too.” 

I bite my lip and push my ass back against her. Y/n places her hands on my hips and kisses my neck. My eyes widen as I feel her bulge against my ass. 

We continue dancing with me grinding my ass back against her bulge. 

3 songs later we stop dancing and go to the bar and order drinks. Y/n orders me another drink and gets herself another one.

My phone pings. I sigh, I grab my phone and check it and see it’s a new text from Chris.

Chris: The girls and I are heading back to the hotel. I’m staying with Tobin tonight so you’ll have the room to yourself for you and your friend 😉

I smile and read her text message. I type a text message and click send.

Me: Okay, Thank you Chris

I swipe up I turn off my phone and put it back into my pocket. I look over and take this moment to take in Y/n’s beauty.

She had beautiful braided blonde hair. She was average height 5’8 or 5’9 she was wearing a crop top and it was showing off her abs.

God her abs were so sexy and ripped. I squeeze my thighs a bit as I get wet and turned on checking out her abs. Her whole body structure was gorgeous!

Y/n and I continue talking. As I’m talking she smiles and is really focused on me. God her eyes are so beautiful! I can look into her eyes and never get tired of them. They’re a beautiful blue, I look into her eyes and get lost in them and it feels like I’m exploring the ocean.

I blush a bit. “How old are you Y/n?” I ask.

Y/n is thrown off by this and pauses for a moment. “21.”

I nod and smile. Y/n tenses a bit and looks at me. “I-Is that okay?”

I smile and nod. “Of course Baby. It doesn’t bug me at all.”

I bite my lip and blush and smile as she places her hand on my thigh and rubs my thigh with her thumb.

Y/n smiles and bites her lip. I look down and smile as her hand is resting on my thigh and she’s rubbing my thigh with her thumb. 

I moan a little as she places her hand on my thigh and grips my thigh a bit. Y/n and I down the rest of our whisky. We order another round and order shots. 

By now we are getting more handsy. Y/n smiles and bites her lip as I grab her shot from her and down both shots. I smirk I reach under the counter and grab her cock over her jeans and boxers. 

Y/n quietly moans as I do this. Y/n bites her lips and unzips her jeans. Luckily it was really dark in the bar and the lighting was dim so no one could see what we were doing. 

“Slip your hand in, baby.” Y/n whispers to me. 

*Y/n’s pov* 

I unzip my jeans and bite my lip.

Fuck Alex was turning me on and making me throb I was really hard. I look at Alex.

“Slip your hand in, baby.” I whisper. 

Alex bites her lip and slips her hand in my jeans and boxers. She moans and bites her lip as she firmly grabs my cock. I quietly moan as she grabs my cock. 

“Fuck Y/n your huge.” Alex whispers in shock. 

I bite my lip and smile. “I’m really turned on baby, you're making me hard.” I whisper to her. 

Alex leans in and whispers. “Pay the bill baby.”

I giggle. “Yes Ma’am.” 

I pay the tab and we leave the bar and head back to Alex’s hotel room. Alex unlocks the door and lets us in I close the door behind us and lock it.

I immediately smash my lips against Alex’s She’s shocked at first but starts kissing back. I pick up Alex and carry her to the bed making out with her.

Alex breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Strip naked daddy.” 

I blush and bite my lip at her words. Alex and I quickly strip our clothes and get naked. I giggle as Alex pushes me back onto the bed. 

Alex made her way over to me, climbing on the bed. She kissed my lips as I smiled into the kiss. Pulling herself away she stood up wrapping her legs on each side of my face.

I gave her ass a little spank and stuck my tongue out as she slowly sank down onto my tongue.

"Fuck" Alex whispered. 

She began to slowly move forwards and backwards on my tongue as I kept it as still as possible. She tasted like heaven, her juices dripping down my tongue.

"Uhhh god your tongue, fuck Y/n, your tongue is amazing" she whispered as she gripped her boobs.

Alex began to ride my face a little faster, her hands moving down to my stomach to keep her still, her thighs tightening around my head, keeping me still as possible.

I reached my hand around her body and placed my thumb in her clit and began to rub it slowly. Alex jolted at this touch as she carried on riding my face.

"Ughhh fuck Y/n fuck, keep going" She yelled her hands now gripping in my hair.

I began to move my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to ride my face. I could feel the way her pussy began to leak more and more juices.

"I’m going to cum" Alex moaned. 

When I heard this I began to move my tongue a lot faster, feeling the way Alex began to fidget on top of me.

"Ughhh god Y/n please, please" she yelled, taking the grip of my hair tighter. 

All I heard was the beautiful sound of Alex’s moaning as her wetness squirted all over my face. 

Her grinding got faster as she continued to cum and squirt all over my face and into my mouth, tasting like heaven. 

I snaked my hands up to her stomach as she slowly rode out her high. Her legs trembling beneath her she climbed off my face placing a kiss on my lips.

"Thank you" she whispered as she kissed me again.

I had a smile on my face as I tasted the little bits of cum still left on my face. Fuck she tasted amazing. 

Alex smiles and bites her lip and slowly grinds against my abs. I bite my lip and quietly moan as she slowly grinds against my abs. 

Alex pauses. She smiles and leans down and spits on my abs. I smile and bite my lip as she spits on my abs. 

Alex straddles me, I bite my lip as I feel her slit and juices in my abs. 

Alex places her hands on my tits, steading herself. I bite my lip as Alex moans and slowly grinds against my abs. 

"Mm fuck." Alex moans. 

I smirk. "you're really wet baby." I moan as Alex massages my tits as she grinds against my abs a bit faster. 

"Mm I love your abs Y/n." She moans. 

"Yeah baby?" I ask, teasing her. I bite my lip. "Mm so sexy, you look so hot grinding against my abs." I say, I place my hands in her ass and give her ass a slight squeeze. 

Alex moans as I give her ass a slight squeeze and grinds against my abs faster than before. 

"F-Fuck I'm gonna cum." Alex moans. 

"Cum baby, cum on my abs." I say. 

I squeeze her ass a bit more rougher. Alex can't take it anymore, she cums all over my abs. I smirk as I feel her juices on my abs. 

Alex’s legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she cums. I smile as she leans down and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back.

I giggle and flip us around. Alex giggles and squeals as I flip us around. I lay her on the bed. 

“Mm I still want to taste this pussy.” I say. 

Alex bites her lip as I move between her legs and lay on my stomach. I kiss and suck on her inner thighs and lick her folds. Alex moans and runs her fingers through my hair. 

I lick her folds. "Mmm fuck." Alex moans. I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger get as I begin to eat her out. 

"Fuck Y/n." Alex moans. 

She massages her boobs and grinds against my finger and face as I continue to eat her out. I slip in a second finger and finger go a bit faster as I eat her out. 

"Mmm fuck, right there. Right there." Alex moans.

Alex rests her legs on my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my head a bit as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster.

I feel her walls clench around fingers letting me know that she was close to cumming. Alex moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets.

*Alex’s Pov*

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure. 

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure. 

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. 

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan. 

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n’s fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high. 

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. 

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath. 

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continue  once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks, teasing my folds with her fingers. 

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

*Y/n’s pov* 

Fuck Alex was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Alex cutely moans. 

I giggle. "Sorry baby." 

Alex catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick." 

Alex kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Alex breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickeys. I moan as she leaves some hickeys on my neck. 

I moan as she leaves hickeys on my neck claiming  me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Alex kisses my neck down to my chest. 

Alex kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickeys. I moan in pleasure as she does this. 

"Mmm fuck." I moan. 

Alex kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Alex’s hair was in a ponytail, I took the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Alex giggles and kisses my cock.

“Fuck daddy you’re so big.” Alex says. 

I bit my lip as she kisses up and down my thighs, I began to get hard. Alex licked along my length as she took my length in her mouth and began to suck my dick. 

"Fuck babe, such a good girl." I moan as I grip her hair putting her hair into a ponytail. 

She gripped my thighs, as she sped up her sucking gagging as my tip hit the back of her throat. Spit going everywhere as she began to tear up from the continuous gagging. 

My dick plops out Alex’s mouth, a string of spit still connecting us together. She takes my dick and slaps it against her tongue as well as her cheeks, rubbing it along her lips before taking it back in her mouth and continuing to give me head. 

"Fuck Alex, please keep going I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned gripping her ponytail bit tighter. 

She listens to my request as she gargled my length in her mouth letting it hit the back of her throat. Sliding all the way down her throat like she was swallowing me whole. 

Throat pie #1:

I didn't have time to warn Alex as I explode inside her mouth, filling her mouth up with my seed causing her to gag from the sudden liquid oozing onto her tits and traveling down her throat. 

"Fuck, swallow my cum like a good girl." I moan pressing her head further down on my cock making her swallow my cum. 

She swallows every drop, not leaving any behind. "Hehe you let it all out, didn't you baby." Alex giggles as she wiped her mouth clean. 

I was going crazy, my legs shaking the dark look Alex was giving me as she stayed on her stomach looking at my cock swallowing the last bit of cum in her mouth. 

Without saying a word, she took my cock back in her mouth and started to give me another blowjob. 

"Uuuhhh Fuck, Alex fuck." I moaned quietly as Alex began to suck my cock once again. 

The cheeky look Alex gave me as she got faster make my eyes roll to the back of my head. Her spit dripping down my balls as she continued to gag on my cock, my cock sliding down her throat as she deep throats me her hand snaking up my leg to play with my balls, covered In her Silva. 

"A-Alex baby I'm... I'm close." I moaned, my hand finding the back of her head once again. 

Alex listened to my words as she began to deep throat me faster. My precum leaking down her throat letting her know I was about to explode. 

Throat pie #2: 

"Fuuuccck." I moaned can my eyes slammed shut. My cum shooting out into Alex’s mouth once again making her gag as her mouth got filled up with my seed. 

"Such a good girl for me." I moaned as I guided her head up and down on my length.

Alex wiped her mouth for the second time before taking my cock back in her mouth. I gasp and moan, fuck this was so good she’s really talented with her mouth. 

I moan and grip the sheets as Alex continues to suck the soul out of my cock. Alex stops she spits in my cock again and takes my cock back in her mouth. 

Alex hums against my cock and locks eyes with me. Fuck her locking eyes with me is making it even sexier. 

I brushed Alex’s hair with my hand into a make shift bun and began to guide her head up and down on my length. 

Spit spluttering out of her mouth and she started to get non stop, my tip hitting the back of her throat for the third time today. 

"Keep going Alex, that's it." I moaned, my fist gripped her hair tighter. The feeling of me in her mouth was amazing. 

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I leaned back on my spare arm. 

The only sounds in the room was the continuous gagging from Alex’s throat as she tried to take my length further and further down her throat each time. 

"I wanna cum all over that beautiful face of yours." I said as I feel my balls tighten. 

Alex nodded taking my cock out of her mouth with a plop, strings of spit still linked from my cock to her mouth. I began to jerk over her face, as Alex plays and massages my balls making them tighten up more. 

Cumshot/Facial: 

"Oh my." I moaned loudly as ropes of cum began to ooze and shoot out of my dick. I didn't have time to warn Alex before her face, lips, eyes and even her mouth was covered in cum, painting her face white.

I bite my lip and rub my cock all over her face covering her face with more of my seed. "Look at that messy face." I giggle. 

"Did I feel good?" Alex coughed slightly after what her throat had just gone through. 

Alex giggles. I smile and rub her chin. “Suck my cock again baby get my cock prepared for that pussy.” 

Alex moans and bites her lip. “Yes daddy.” 

I bite my lip, Alex locks eyes with me and takes my cock in her mouth. I moan, my hand finds the back of her head. 

"Fuck Alex your mouth is so nice." I moan, leaning my head back as Alex continues to suck my cock. 

She places her hands on my thighs as she continues to give me head.

 "Fuck Alex fuck, keep going ugh."I moaned as my grip in her hair tightened as she bobs her head faster. 

Her head Silva going all over her lips dripping down her chin. She continued to feel my throat, I moaned loudly in pleasure as I took her left boob in my hand and squeezed it lightly as I felt my balls tighten. 

*Throat pie #3: 

"Ooh fuck, Alex fuck." I moaned. I didn't have time to warn her Alex as I held down her head on my cock as I exploded in her mouth and down her throat. 

Alex choking and gagging on my cum. "Fuck Alex.” I moaned. 

Alex lifts her head and swallows my load. I smirk as Alex wipes the leftover spit and cum off her face. I smirk and gently grab her throat, Alex moans as I do this to her. 

“Get in missionary now slut.” I growl. 

Alex moans and bites her lip. “Yes daddy.”

Alex lays on the bed and lays in missionary. some of my cum was on her tits. Alex scoops up whatever cum she can off her tits and rubs it over her clit and in her pussy using it as lube. 

I bite my lip and watch her do this. "Mmm I want to feel you deep inside me baby." Alex says seductively. 

"Are you Sure baby?" I ask making sure that she really wanted this.

"Yes I'm sure. Cum in me baby." Alex says begging me. I get up, Alex scoots to the edge of the bed. I run my dick through her folds. 

I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby." 

Alex nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck I thought you were big in my mouth but you feel even bigger inside me." 

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Alex kisses back. "M-Move." Alex moans. 

I rest my head against Alex’s and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

*Alex’s Pov* 

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers. 

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before. 

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. 

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum. 

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. 

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. 

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Alex smirks and keeps going. Alex goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot. 

Alex and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out. 

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure. 

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss.

She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck. Fuck she has amazing dick game.

Y/n moans and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. 

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. 

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure. 

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans. 

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. 

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure. 

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go. 

Y/n’s breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure. 

I watch as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me. 

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure. 

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your thick warm load." 

*Y/n’s Pov* 

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming. 

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Alex moans in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Alex moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #1: 

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Alex. Alex moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Alex moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Alex ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths.

"Fuck you are amazing in bed." Alex pants out. 

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes.

Alex smiles and scoots her ass back against me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk and slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. I moan and rest my head against her, I massage her boobs as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

"Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck, all for you." You can make me your personal cum dump." Alex moans. 

I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust. "Yeah I bet you would love that. huh slut?" I tease her as I continue to thrust in and out of her.

"Mmm yes I would love it so much." Alex moans out in pleasure.

I smirk, "I like the sounds of that." I lift her leg up a bit as I thrust in and out of her tight cum filled pussy faster and faster.

Alex moans and looks deep into my eyes. "Mmm I've been such a naughty girl. Mmm fuck." Alex moans seductively.

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Alex moans and looks deep into my eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out. 

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Alex squeaks out with each thrust. Alex’s mouth hangs open, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy. 

Alex moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Alex moans in pleasure.

I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder, her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her. 

I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Alex’s legs lean against mine. "Oh fuck." Alex shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets. 

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Alex moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continues to hold her leg up as I thrust in and out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Alex cries out in pleasure. 

I moan in players and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. 

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan. 

"Me too." Alex moans. 

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Alex know that I'm close to cumming. 

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Alex moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. 

"A-Alex baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #2: 

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Alex moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. 

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Alex moans in pleasure. 

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. 

Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thigh and onto the bed.

“Fuck there's so much cum deep inside me." Alex moans in pleasure as my cum oozes inside her. 

I smile and kiss her. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels  like heaven." I moan. 

Alex giggles and kisses back. "Mmm you have amazing dick game." 

"Yeah?" I ask, laughing a bit. 

"Yeah you can really make a girl cum." Alex says panting and trying to catch her breath. 

Alex takes a moment to catch her breath. Once she catches her breath she straddles me. "I'm not done with you just yet baby. I want every last drop of your cum inside me." 

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Alex lines my dick up with her pussy and pushes the tip in.

We both moan as she slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her. We both moan, I moan and place my hands on her hips. 

Alex moans and slowly slides up and down on my dick. We both moan in pleasure. "Mmm fuck daddy, you're really deep in there." 

I smirk and moan, Alex moans and grips the headboard balancing herself as she slides up and down on my dick a bit faster than before. 

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Alex cries out in pleasure. 

"Good cause you're about to be stuffed." I moan out and slap her ass. 

Alex gasps and moans as I slap her ass. "Yes please, stuff me full of your thick cum." 

Alex moans as she slides up and down on my dick faster and harder. Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. Her tits bounce up and down as she goes faster and harder. 

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Alex moans and massages my boobs as she continues to ride me.

"Mmm feels so fucking good." Alex moans out in pleasure. 

"Mmm you like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask and slap her ass. 

Alex moans as my dick starts to pound her g spot. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Alex moans. 

"Mmm Alex baby slow down a bit. Ahh I'm gonna cum." I moan. 

"That's the point baby, I'm gonna collect every drop of cum you got." Alex sexily moans, Alex moans and continues to ride me. 

I moan and squeeze her ass, Alex moans. I grip the sheets fuck her pussy felt so good. 

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Alex asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex moans and squirts all over my dick and abs again. Alex keeps going. 

"Alex baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan. 

"Me too." Alex moans.

Creampie #3: 

Alex slams her ass down on my dick, I bust my massive load deep inside her. Alex moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I continue to pump her full with my seed and paint her walls white. 

"Mmm fuck that's it. Give me your cum, give me all of it." Alex moans as my cum continues to ooze and spurt inside her. 

I help Alex ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My dick falls limp, thick cum oozes out of her and drips onto my dick, my abs, my lap and onto the bed. 

"Mmm fuck." Alex moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

"Mmm still got more in you daddy?" Alex asks.

I blush and nod, I get off the bed and stand up. Alex giggles as I flip her around and make her lay on her stomach. 

I smile and kiss her deeply, Alex smiles against my lips and kisses back. Alex smiles, she bites her lip and lays on her stomach. I smile, I join her and hover over her and rub my tip through her folds. 

Alex moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease just put it in." She moans. 

I giggle at her comment and slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. Alex moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her. 

"Mm fuck, you're really deep in there." Alex moans. 

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex takes a moment to adjust to my size. "M-Move." 

I move her hair to the side and lean down. I kiss her neck. Alex moans as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

Alex moans and grips the sheets tightly as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Gah fuck, right there." Alexia moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her a bit faster.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go faster and faster.

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Alex cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck Alex you have amazing grip." I moan. 

"F-Faster... fill me... up." Alex squeaks out with each thrust. 

I thrust into her faster and harder than before. "Fuck yes! Right there! Right there!" Alex screams in pleasure. 

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "A-Alex babe I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Y-Yes, fill me up daddy." Alex moans in pleasure. 

I grab Alex’s hair and pull it. Alex moans and gasps as I pull her hair, I smirk and tilt her head back, I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit on her face and spit in her mouth. 

Alex moans and swallows my spit. I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out In her pussy. 

"Fuck baby your grip is amazing. Ugh I don't think I can last much longer." I moan. 

Alex giggles and moans. "Let go babe. You've earned this, relax and cum you deserve a release." Alex moans. 

I moan in pleasure. I place kisses on her backs. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming.

My breathing gets heavier letting Alex know that I'm about to bust my load inside her. 

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Alex moans. 

I moan as my balls tighten. Alex moans and cums all over my dick, Alex cumming sends me over the edge. After one last thrust I cum. 

*Creampie #4  

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Alex’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs. 

"Mmm fuck. There's so Much." Alex moans. 

The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paints her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Alex moans as my cum oozes out of her. 

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and spank her ass. "Fuck." I giggled. "I filled you to the brim." I say.

"Mmm fuck no stopping no stopping." Alex moans. "Sit on the bed." 

I do as she says and sit on the bed. Alex lays on the bed and lays on her back, her hips between my legs. I bend my legs a bit and move my foot outside her hips. 

"Put it in baby." Alex cutely begs biting her lip. 

I bite my lip, we both moan as I slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me.

I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Alex moans and slowly rocks back and forth on my cock. 

I moan and lock eyes with her. Alex moans and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and not wanting to stop. Alex moans and rocks back and forth on my cock a bit faster, I moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. 

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Alex moans and throws her head back and goes even faster and harder. I moan and rub her clit Alex gasps and moans as I do this. 

"Mm fuck....fuck." Alex moans as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock. 

"Mm cum baby. Ugh please I need your cum inside me." Alex cutely begs desperate for my load. 

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. It's only been 9 minutes and I'm already about to tap out and bust inside her.

Alex moans her breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was about cum. 

"Mm, someone close?" Alex moans. 

I moan and nod. "Yes I'm gonna fill you up." 

Alex moans and cutely giggles. "Let go daddy, let go and fill up my pussy." Alex moans. 

I moan as she goes faster and harder. I giggle and bite my lip as she screams in pleasure and squirts. She squirts all over our legs, my abs and all over my cock. 

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. "F-Fuck Alex baby-" I'm unable to warn her in time. 

*Creampie #5: 

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Alex’s entrance filling her up to the brim. 

"Mmm fuck," Alex moans. 

Alex slowly rocks back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy. We both moan as the last of my cum leaks out of her and oozes onto the sheets as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock slowly. 

I moan and slowly pull out, cum immediately oozes out and oozes into not the sheets. I giggle and rub her pussy as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy. 

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan. 

Alex giggled and kissed me. She breaks the kiss. "Mmm, that was amazing." Alex moans.

I smile and kiss her. “Yes it was. Mm fuck you drained me.”

Alex giggles and cuddles into me. I smile and hold her close to me as the sun rises and the sunlight shines through the window.

We both fall asleep holding each other.

[lesmiix]

could I request a small fic or headcanons where Hyun-ju finally has her official papers recognize her as female so we celebrate, get her a fancy dinner and then have tender sex? this would be after she's had bottom surgery and reader as afab using a strapon

tysm! love your stuff

NSFW: ONE-SHOT: New ID!

Hyun-ju x AFAB!reader

Summary: Hyun-ju finally got her official papers that recognize her as female so you celebrate it in the best way.

Warnings: Smut, use of strap, post bottom surgery.

a/n: Stop this is so cute.

💗 HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN 💗

Only a few hours had passed since Hyun-ju got her ID that identified her as a woman. You both decided to celebrate and invited her to dinner at a fancy restaurant.

She was wearing a tight black dress, but with a looseness in the chest, leaving it slightly visible. Instead, you were wearing a dark blue dress, with a V-neckline. The fabric fell over your hips, hugging your figure.

The dinner was delicious and you had a fluid conversation, with laughter, smiles and mutual compliments.

"You look beautiful my love" You said as holding her hand, which was resting on the table, while you both waited for the waiter to come with the bill.

"C'mon shut up, you're making me nervous" She giggled, cupping her cheek with her hand out of embarrassment.

"Why? You're so cute when you're all flustered" You teased, making her blush.

"Y/n..." She muttered, hiding her face in her hands, chuckling.

"I can show you how much I like it when you're like this, but... not here." You proposed, with obvious intentions, and that made it. Now you both were in your shared apartment, kissing passionately while she was on top of you as you laid on the bed.

Her hands were roaming all over your body as she kissed you impatiently, your tongues dancing against each other, your teeth accidentally clashing from time to time.You were only in your underwear, your dress on the floor, same with her. You really wanted this to be her night, so you grabbed her waist and turned her around, leaving her underneath you.

The kissing kept going, your hands traveling around her body, caressing every centimeter of her body, until you reached her bra clasp, you instantly unclipped it, revealing her breasts.

You went down, leaving a kiss trail and some hickeys as you played with her nipples and massaged her boobs.

After a long time of marking her, you paused.

"Hold on a second my love." You softly muttered, starting to look for something in the drawer of the nightstand.

She stared at every movement you made, and when she saw you pull out a strap, her eyes widened.

You looked at her.

"Is this okay?" You asked, softly caressing her thigh.

She didn't say a word, but nodded with a little smirk on her face.

You put on the strap and after fingering her for a while, you took some lubricant and applied it. You took the head and started to insert it little by little, watching her expression, looking at any sign of hesitation.

"Tell me if it hurts, dear." You breathed out heavily.

"Keep going, please." She whispered, impatient to have you inside her.

Once you got fully in, you started thrusting slowly, staring at her eyes, full of lust. Moans and lewd noises filled the room, making you go crazy. You started to get impatient and your thrusts started to get faster and harder. You coupled that with your thumb stimulating her clit, making Hyun-ju writhe in pleasure.

You could tell she was close. The way her hands tightly held the bed sheets and how she was more and more desperate.

"Don't you fucking dare stopping" she warned you, giving you the horniest look ever.

That said more than enough, you picked up the pace and watched as her eyes went to the back of her head.

"I- god... I'm-" Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her back arching slightly. Moving her hand to your hip, her nails digging into your skin.

"Good girl, just like that" You murmured, enjoying the view you had.

When Hyun-ju relaxed and her pulse returned to normal, she offered to give you the same, but you refused.

"Tonight is for you, darling"

And with that, you both laid down and fell asleep within minutes, feeling the warmth of each other, her head buried in your chest, listening to your calm heartbeat.

[wvffles]

ohhhhhhhhh goshhh 😩 the anticipation continuessss

“And I had an angel standing over me,” he added, his eyes growing heavy. Guilty. “A bona fide angel. She’d stitched me up, she told me. She also told me I was lucky to be alive. The doc wanted to toe tag me and be done with it, but she thought I still had some fight left in me.” “She was my anchor,” he said. “After it was all said and done, she followed me here, held my feet down to the ground. Sometimes she had to hammer me down, ya know.”

the fact that this is how he sees their story, yet he's still chosen to be a dirty lying no good scoundrel really grinds my gears. like he needed to forget his name? I could smack him with a frying pan rapunzel style for the same effect lol

“I’m the guy who can’t die,” he muttered.

my immediate thought was well try harder 😭 and i did feel bad for a second, then I finished the chapter…i stand by my statement 😅

You marveled that you could smile at all, but it was only thanks to Dean Winchester.

so real lmaoo

her inner conflict tugged at my heartstrings, i'm just glad she's giving herself some grace at least <3 it’s a difficult situation all around

the flowers!!! 😩 oh dean :( and michael is truly a classic douche like sir you cannot just magically make it better with some flowers and dinner 🙂‍↔️🤚🏽

Each position captured was more compromising than the next between Michael and Dolores Daye. Apparently, he was paying most of her bills as well with your combined household funds. So part of your own money was financing his exploits.

i would get so violent are you kiddingg meeeee

it’s bad enough he’s sleeping with a floozy on the regular but to take his wife’s money as well to fund that is actually beyond ballsy and insane. i hate them, justice for my girl fr 🫶🏽:(

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath. “That’s good…but, I need to head home for a little while.”

ngl I had to put my phone down for a moment and yell into a pillow because dean, what the hell man 😩

“Really. When did you figure that one out, in the whole week you’ve known me?” he asked. It was harsher than he meant to be, but he couldn’t help the words that were spilling out of his mouth. “Didn’t that get you in trouble the first time? I’d a thought you would’ve learned your lesson by now.”

oh dean, getting stabbed would’ve probably hurt less

He pulled you back into him, but you looked away from his imploring gaze. Your breaths grew shallow while you tried in vain to stop yourself from crying. It damn well broke his heart.

mine’s breaking too dean 😔 i’m just glad he’s trying to ‘fix it’ somewhat immediately instead of just letting her leave like that.

Except that you realized…this was goodbye. So you took advantage of every second of it.

yeah my heart is definitely broken 🥺 i’m glad they didn’t end things off with hostility and got to have that bittersweet moment at least 😔

Sam stared back at him, still with that frown. His guilt and reluctance to see Dean go was reflected in his eyes; those sad puppy dog eyes that used to get him out of almost any punishment with their parents when the boys were young. Before.

oh they’d work on me for sure 😭

Before Dean could get into the cab, Sam stopped him. Their gazes met, but in that moment, no words were needed.

They pulled one another into a firm hug.

…

Afterwards, Sam watched the yellow cab take his brother away to the train station, feeling a weight in his heart that wouldn’t subside.

He would never know that Dean felt exactly the same way. Except that impossible weight felt a lot like your hand, gently laid over his heart.

my heart aches, this chapter was so sad 😩 (not in a bad way!!🫶🏽) I feel for all three of them 😔🤍

“I just took a closer look at Milligan’s finances,” he said. “Before you go, there’s something you might want to know.”

ahhhhhh the cliffhanger! i’m guessing he found something illegal and/or dangerous 🤔 the preview is making me anxiousss, he better not hurt her! 😩

this was a wonderful chapter, very excited to see the drama unfold!!💗💗

BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: Now we get into the aftermath of the night before, with all the insecurity and heartbreak to go along with it. 💙

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: “Danke Shoen” by Wayne Newton

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angsty angst, trauma/PTSD, and a cliffhanger…

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Part 4: Complicit

Sam would give Michael one thing. The guy damn well knew how to drink.

He didn’t stop all night, throwing back whiskey like it was cheap beer. His words began to slur, his movements sloppy, but he was still coherent. When he got up to visit the men’s restroom, Sam got up as well. Maybe he could get Michael talking.

Sam stopped the other man from tripping into the urinal. The two laughed it off, with Michael thanking him before he unzipped to finish his business. Sam did the same.

After washing their hands, Sam looked over and noticed Michael’s gaze lingering on his own reflection in the mirror. It was becoming a rough sight—his blonde hair no longer neatly coiffed, purplish rings under his eyes, the stench of alcohol clinging to his skin and clothing.

“You all right there, Milligan?” Sam asked.

Michael ran a hand over his face, sighing when it didn’t get any better.

“Fine,” he replied. “So, Winchester. What did you say you do for work again? Something about your own business?”

Sam nodded. “I started up a law firm.”

That much, he had to be honest about. It was all too easy for someone to look up his name in the directory.

“Sounds like a good outfit,” Michael said, with an incline of his head. “Every lawyer I know wears a Rolex.”

Sam chuckled, glancing down at his father’s watch. “Well, I’m not quite there yet.”

“Someday soon, I’m sure,” said Michael. He bumped Sam conspiringly on the shoulder.

“And you?” Sam asked. “What’s keeping the lights on at your place?”

Michael raised a hand to sort through his unruly hair, a dirtier blonde in this unflattering light.

“Well, you could say I’ve inherited a business of my own,” he said. “I run a meat packing plant down in the district.”

Sam’s attention piqued. There had been a meat rationing during the war, even some rumors and propaganda about “meatleggers,” black market operators.

“How’s it been with the rations?” Sam asked. “Been hard to even find a good carton of eggs lately.”

Michael gave him a slight smile. “Been on the turnaround, actually. I’ve been able to make some connections with vendors outside the city. A little grease on the palms makes a little go a long way, if you catch my drift.”

Sam slowly smiled and nodded. A little grease on the palms, huh?

“Do what you gotta do in the times, ‘s what I say,” Sam agreed.

Michael snorted. “Now you’re talkin’. That’s all we can do, you know. Try to make a thing work, with whatever scraps we get. Try to stay afloat.”

“Try to stay alive,” Sam rejoined.

Michael made a low sound of approval. He became more contemplative, crossing his arms as he once again glanced at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Sam’s gaze on the other man was perceptive, gaining ever closer to what seemed to be eating at the very core of him. Whether Sam actually believed what he was saying or not, each of his words was a test, a subtle nudge.

“You know,” Michael said. “I was shot down in France.”

Sam sobered further. Leaning against the counter, he retrieved two cigarettes and a lighter. He didn’t often smoke, but he thought it might keep the other man talking. He handed one over to Michael, and he took it gratefully. They lit up together and coiled musky tobacco smoke into the air.

“Where?” Sam asked.

Michael snorted, huffing a bit of smoke. “Lord knows. But when I woke up, I had stitches from here to here.”

He gestured to the back of his head, all the way to above his brow. It explained a small, but noticeable scar near his temple.

“And I had an angel standing over me,” he added, his eyes growing heavy. Guilty. “A bona fide angel. She’d stitched me up, she told me. She also told me I was lucky to be alive. The doc wanted to toe tag me and be done with it, but she thought I still had some fight left in me.”

Michael shook his head. “The next chance I got, I married her.”

Sam’s brows rose. He knew you had been a nurse, but he hadn’t known this part of your story.

“A wartime romance, huh?” he said. Michael quirked a smile.

“She was my anchor,” he said. “After it was all said and done, she followed me here, held my feet down to the ground. Sometimes she had to hammer me down, ya know.”

He hesitated, his eyes somewhat glazing over. He stared over Sam’s shoulder at something only he could see.

“But sometimes…sometimes an anchor just feels suffocating,” he said. “Sometimes, you need to forget your own damn name. Forget that your entire life and mortgage is in a warehouse that might as well be a freezer full a’ dead cow meat. And still, it smells a hell of a lot better than lying on a dirty cot—where the last guy who had your spot probably got his leg sawed off.” 

Michael considers the cigarette in his hand for a long while before he takes another puff.

Sam exhales smoke as well. He spent the last three years behind a desk, but he sees the same shaken core in Michael Milligan that he too often sees in his older brother.

“You know, Winchester, there’s two kinds of men,” Michael said, just a hint of a slur in his voice. “The ones who pray to live…and the ones who beg for it to be over.”

“And what kind of man are you now?” Sam asked. His tone was loose, but his gaze was sharp.

Michael snorted. He dabbed the butt of his cigarette on the inside of the sink before he threw it away.

“I’m the guy who can’t die,” he muttered.

He rolled his shoulders, as if to let the weight of his words and everything that came along with them to roll off his back. Then he pushed his way out of the bathroom, leaving Sam considering more than just half a cigarette.

That night after Dean left, you slept in the guest room instead of your bed. You couldn’t even bring yourself to sleep next to Michael when he stumbled in at four in the morning, especially now that you had seen his game with your own eyes. 

However, you also felt complicit yourself the next morning. You felt…ashamed. You took your vows seriously. You had never in your life thought you would be someone so brazen. You never thought you would dishonor your husband as well as yourself.

And yet. All while you got ready for work, hearing Michael’s snores from the other room, your mind was filled with warmth and memory—of Dean. His smile, his voice, his eyes, his lips, and of course, his hands. You couldn’t decide which of them was your favorite, but his hands were high on the list. 

You shouldn’t have let him in, you reminded yourself. You nibbled on your lower lip while you prepped the coffee maker. You should have told him goodnight at the door and saw him off. You should very well not have invited him up to the apartment, let alone drank with him, or let him touch you…

You paused while the sound of percolation and the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. You looked up at yourself in the small mirror that hung on the wall. The woman looking back at you was conflicted at best.

Yes, you felt guilty. But at the same time, you didn’t. Was it really betraying your marriage if your husband had been doing far worse, and for God knew how long?

No. This wasn’t a marriage. This was a sham. A mockery of the very thing.

You frowned angrily and almost slammed the carafe on the counter when the coffee was done. Forcing yourself to take a few steadying breaths, you allowed that hate and anger to slowly drain out of you, and you smiled.

You marveled that you could smile at all, but it was only thanks to Dean Winchester.

What the hell am I doing?

Dean stared at the two bouquets of flowers. One was a bound bunch of red roses, the other was wildflowers and other colorful ones he didn’t know the names of. He was having a hard time deciding, namely because he didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked.

Because after all, he barely knew you.

He sighed down at the roses. They were pretty, but expensive. He could imagine your surprise, followed by your smile—the one that actually lit up your eyes and changed your whole face, made you sweeter, almost shy.

I’m buying flowers for a married woman.

The thought managed to make him pause, with a rough exhale of breath. The truth was, he’d crossed the line with you. More than once.

The hard part about it was, he didn’t really care. He did wonder if you cared.

He wondered if you’d be embarrassed to see him again. He wondered if you wanted to keep last night a memory, and nothing more. He wondered if he was better off booking his train home now, and leaving some kind of note for you with Sam. Dean didn’t think he wanted to see that look of mortification on your face, the whiskey finally cleared from your mind to see what he really was: a man with no job, no commitments, and very little prospects on the horizon.

“Ah, ‘scuse me,” a young man said from Dean’s left side.

“Oh, sorry,” Dean said, making way for the guy. He wasn’t quite as tall as Dean, lithe, blonde, and blue-eyed. He grabbed an arrangement of blue and yellow iris flowers from the case and took it up to the front. The florist seemed to recognize him.

“Oh, Michael! Been a while since I’ve seen you,” he said.

When the florist asked about you as well, the mention of your name rang between Dean’s ears. A feeling like inky claws raked through his chest; he raised his head from the roses and finally recognized Michael Milligan. He was the same man Dean had spotted in your wedding pictures hanging on the wall last night, right in the foyer.

“She’s all right,” Michael chuckled. “Truth be told, I’ve been working late this week. Hoping to surprise her tonight, take her out to dinner. Somewhere nice, you know.” 

“Oh, really? Why don’t you take her to that nice steakhouse off of Broadway…” the florist twittered on as he continued to ring up Michael’s order.

Anger and disgust prickled under Dean’s skin, his fists clenched at his sides. More than anything, he wanted to turn around and lay your husband out flat. If he thought one little bouquet and a Salisbury steak was going to wash him clean, then he was an idiot as well as a selfish bastard.

But Dean knew, deep down, that Michael would be just as justified to throw a swing right back at him.

So Dean left the flowers, the flower shop, and the entire busy street and all its blaring sounds behind.

During your lunch break, you quickly made the trek over to Sam’s office. He’d called you this morning with a story that only confirmed everything you’d inherently felt, and yet, some of it still managed to shock you. 

You didn’t even have the patience to wait until after work, but when you got there, he reassured you. It had taken him a few rounds of poker and discreetly following Michael and Dolores after they exited through the back of the club…but Sam had gotten the evidence not long after. They weren’t exactly discreet in the alley. Or in the nearby motel.

You had the envelope in hand filled with the pictures he’d developed from his camera.  

“You don’t have to look,” he advised. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“No, I want to see it,” you said. You took the pictures out, and your expression didn’t change as you look through them all. Each position captured was more compromising than the next between Michael and Dolores Daye. Apparently, he was paying most of her bills as well with your combined household funds. So part of your own money was financing his exploits.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. He was sincere, with those hazel eyes of his.

You nodded and gave him back the envelope. “What’s next?”

“I went ahead and filed the petition. I’ll take this right to the clerk’s office myself.”

“How long will it take to be over?”

“As long as Michael plays along, should be quick. A few months at most, after he’s served the divorce papers and signs them,” Sam assured.

A few months? That wasn’t quick enough in your book, but you agreed with a nod. You got up from the chair opposite his desk. You hesitated there.

“Oh, I meant to ask…how’s your brother?” you said.

Sam began to smile, but he tempered it. “He just called before you came in. He let me know he was stepping out for a walk.”

“Oh, really? Did he happen to say where?”

You not only found Dean in Central Park, but close to the very same bench you two had sat on yesterday and talked the night away. He was surprised, but he smiled when he saw you. Your pace quickened, until you were hastening over to him. He welcomed you into his arms. He bent his head towards yours, stopping just shy of kissing you. Instead, he pressed his forehead to yours for a moment.

“Well, look who’s here?” he teased. “How’d you find me?”

“I stopped by Sam’s office,” you said, holding onto the lapels of his coat. A cold November wind pushed at you both, ruffling your clothes. “The paperwork is on its way. Soon enough, I won’t be a married woman anymore.”

He tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear and smiled, but it didn’t altogether reach his eyes.

“How soon is soon?” he asked.

“A few months, according to your brother.”

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath. “That’s good…but, I need to head home for a little while.”

That made you pause, tilting your head in confusion. Though you supposed it made sense. He was only here visiting his brother. He was planning on going home eventually.

But surely, that was before we… You lowered your gaze.

“Back to Lawrence?” you asked. Again, he nodded.

“I need to take care of some things, figure out my next move,” he said.

You pulled away from him to brace yourself, and not just against the cold. “Well, when will you be back?” 

He stayed quiet, worrying you even more. There was a deep pit forming in your stomach, churning with unease.  

“Dean?” you prodded.

He stepped back in to grasp your arms gently.

“Sweetheart…the truth is, I don’t have much to offer you,” he said. “I don’t have a business to inherit from my folks. I don’t even have a job. I’m a man who was about as useful as a jackhammer, until the war ended.”

You frowned, resting a hand against his chest. “Dean Winchester, that’s not all there is to you.”

“Really. When did you figure that one out, in the whole week you’ve known me?” he asked. It was harsher than he meant to be, but he couldn’t help the words that were spilling out of his mouth. “Didn’t that get you in trouble the first time? I’d a thought you would’ve learned your lesson by now.”

You snatched your hand back, hurt filling your eyes. You turned to walk away before he saw your tears. You should have known. You should have known a man like him would never be serious. Not about you. 

As soon as he let the words go, Dean realized what he was doing. Yeah, he was frustrated, but it wasn’t aimed at you. It couldn’t be aimed at you.

God knew he didn’t want to hurt you, or for you to hate him. He really couldn’t stomach either thought, so he relented and reached out to grab at your hand, before you could get too far. 

“Wait,” he said, managing to pull you back to him. “I’m sorry.”

You tugged your hand to try and free yourself from his grasp. 

“You know what, maybe you’re right,” you said, your voice wobbling with anger, dismay, and tears. “Maybe I ought to stop letting a man get even an inch into my heart. At this point, it’s my own fault.”

“Stop,” Dean demanded. “No, it’s not.” 

He pulled you back into him, but you looked away from his imploring gaze. Your breaths grew shallow while you tried in vain to stop yourself from crying. It damn well broke his heart.

“It’s not your fault. I’m just an idiot,” He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears as they fell. “But you…you deserve to be happy. With a man that can take care of you, protect you. A man who has a little more of his life figured out.”

“You’re just saying that so you have an excuse for toying with me. So you can keep chasing skirts,” you said, pushing at his chest. “Yes, your brother told me about all your little exploits.”

Dean took the blow, both proverbial and physical, with a raise of his brows. He guessed he couldn’t blame you for that one. Still, the disdain behind your words stung. He allowed you to break free of him.

You stepped back and straightened your clothes. You took in a deep breath that did nothing to calm you, and you uttered a humorless laugh.

“I suppose it makes sense. Why would you want anything to do with me?” You gestured down at yourself with a dismissive hand. “A-a walking mess. Even when I am divorced, that’s how people will see me. Damaged goods. I don’t even know how I’m gonna tell my parents.”

You covered your face against Dean and the rest of the world, and after weeks and months, you finally allowed yourself the one thing you hadn’t since your first inkling that your husband was being unfaithful. You finally allowed yourself to break.

The first sob shuddered through your body, followed by hot tears. You squeezed your eyes against them and wiped at your face in vain.

Dean broke too, in his own way. He gathered you into his arms, where he shushed you gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I wasn’t giving you an excuse,” he said.

Despite how much you wanted to push him away, the deep, steady timbre of his voice pierced you and soothed you at the same time.

“I meant every word I said. I may not be the right guy for you, but don’t you dare take a scrap of what anyone else might say, you hear me?” he said firmly. “You’re beautiful. You don’t suffer fools like me, and you’re better than that sad sack excuse of a man deserves.”

You looked up at him with watery eyes.

“You’re a lot of things, Dean Winchester, but you’re not a fool.”

He shook his head, not wanting to argue with you anymore. He just kissed you, deeply, thoroughly, the way you always imagined a kiss should be.

Except that you realized…this was goodbye. So you took advantage of every second of it.

You met him with as much as he gave and reached up to touch his cheek. It felt a little rough under your fingers, just like you remembered. You would probably always remember that feeling, long after you left the park.

That evening, you packed as many bags as you could. You put together the savings you’d been collecting for a few months. It had been at your coworker Jess’s advice, ever since you started feeling the inkling that something wasn’t right in your marriage.

After you were all packed, you took one last, long look at the space you had tried to make your home. With one last tear trailing your cheek, you stepped out of the apartment. You took the bus uptown, where you later checked into a hotel. 

When your husband finally got home from work, he would find a one-page letter written in your own hand. 

For once, Sam was actually home in his apartment. He was helping Dean take his suitcase to the front door after calling a taxi to come shortly. Sam wasn’t happy about it though.

“You don’t have to go so soon, Dean,” said Sam.

Dean gave a humorless laugh. He grabbed his coat from the rack and threw it on.

“I’ve gotta get back to the house. It’s already been empty too long,” he said. Three years too long. “Fact is, I’m just getting in your way here.”

He couldn’t quite meet Sam’s eyes as he went to the door, but Sam stopped him with a pressing hand on his arm, tugging him back.

“Hey,” Sam said, his brows furrowed. “That’s not true. Where’d you get that idea?”

Dean raised his brows. “You mean the way you’ve haven’t been home more than a few hours a night? The way the only time I see you is if I go find you at that office. You should open up a Bed n’ Breakfast there. You’d make a double killing in this town.”

Sam wilted. “Dean, we opened the firm barely a month ago. I’m just trying to—”

Dean laid a hand on his shoulder, relenting.

“Hey, look. I’m not judging you, Sammy. I’m not,” he said. “You’re building something. I know that. I just need to go figure out how to do the same, whatever that means for me.”

Sam stared back at him, still with that frown. His guilt and reluctance to see Dean go was reflected in his eyes; those sad puppy dog eyes that used to get him out of almost any punishment with their parents when the boys were young. Before.

The corner of Dean’s mouth kicked up into a smirk.

“Don’t worry. I’ll see you again soon,” he said.

“How soon is soon?” Sam asked. It was something their mother used to say to John whenever he called late, promising he’d come home after long days in town buying supplies for the farm.

“The divorce papers will be served to Michael Milligan,” Sam added, pointedly raising his brows. “She…could use your support.”

Dean’s smile faded at the mention of you. His hand slipped from Sam’s shoulder.

“She’s got a strong head on her shoulders. She’ll be all right,” he said. He heard the honk of the taxi outside. He grabbed up his hat, set it on his head, and took up his bags. He turned back to Sam at the last moment. “I’m sure you’ll look out for her.”

It was somehow both a question, and an imploring charge. Sam sighed, but he nodded in agreement. His brother could be so very stubborn. Once he got an idea of what he thought he needed to do, there was almost no talking him out of it.

Sam opened the door for him and walked him out to the car, helping him with his bags. Before Dean could get into the cab, Sam stopped him. Their gazes met, but in that moment, no words were needed.

They pulled one another into a firm hug.

I’m sorry. I should’ve been there more for you.

Don’t worry about it. It’s already forgotten.

Dean released him first with a smile, and a heavy pat of Sam’s shoulder. He turned and climbed into the cab’s backseat. Afterwards, Sam watched the yellow cab take his brother away to the train station, feeling a weight in his heart that wouldn’t subside.

He would never know that Dean felt exactly the same way. Except that impossible weight felt a lot like your hand, gently laid over his heart.

Dean took up his suitcase as the train pulled into the station. He stepped up onto the platform and retrieved the ticket from his pocket, but he paused, hearing a familiar voice shouting his name.

He turned his head and saw Sam rushing to meet him at the platform.

“What’s the matter? What’re you doing here?” Dean asked in surprise. He didn’t like the wary apprehension written across Sam’s face.

“I just took a closer look at Milligan’s finances,” he said. “Before you go, there’s something you might want to know.”

AN: Come on, we needed at least one cliffhanger in this series! 😘 What do you think Sam rushed over to tell Dean? What did you think about their "goodbye," as well as her and Dean's goodbye? ...And are you ready for all the drama that's about to go down? lol 

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Except the loud, insistent knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. Straightening up with a frown, you set down your glass and went over to the door. Maybe it was Housekeeping coming up to bring you the fresh towels you asked for. The ones that had been laid out in the bathroom smelled musty.

You opened the door to a tall frame taking up room in the doorway. It was Michael, standing there both disheveled and steaming mad. He held your letter crumpled in his left hand. 

“Michael, what—what’re you doing here?” you gasped and stepped back. He followed you inside the room and slammed it shut. He looked around at your open suitcases in disbelief, then finally at you.

“What’s this supposed to mean, huh?” he demanded to know. He shook the flimsy piece of paper at you.

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[loviestmav]

| A Terrible Fruit Crisis!

❀.ೃ࿔ ─── You love Tabito and his family, even when he's away at Blue Lock you find yourself at his house with his sister enjoying the bowl of fruit that would've been his..

| i've been obsessed with grapes lately and every time i eat them this is what i think of : grapes♡ : first post too, shaking in my boots

・cw : Tabito Karasu x implied fem!reader : Otoya(self explanatory) : poopie writing : reader loves fruit : Karasu's taller and stronger than reader : Karasu's sister is still unnamed so i'm leaving her unmaned

・wc : 839

In the six years you've known Tabito his house has always been stocked with fruit, everytime you went over to his house after school or during weekends you were always offered a bowl of fruit from at least one family member

For two of those six years you two have known eachother you have been dating, the fruit offerings have only doubled - not that you minded you adored his big sister and mum, even more now that they basically only bought fruit for you when you were over

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It had been little over a month since Tabito went off to this 'Blue Lock Project'. Your knowlegde on soccer was very limited but according to him this was how he would "make it big in soccer" (his words not yours)

Even though you were excited for him, there was a hole left where Tabito should be. Even though you had friends at school, there was no one for you to copy the chemitry work off of now, you were left to fight for your life in history without his answers, and worst of all, he wasn't there to bring you random fruits from his house - how were you going to survive?

It's definitely not like you weren't welcomed there it was simpy too much work to walk all the way around the corner of your street to his house just for some fruit

| tabis sissy♡

mum just bought a giant pack of grapes just for u

(she misses u)

Well who were you to turn that offer down? Your didn't want to break your second mothers heart. It wasn't snowing too, so it was very clearly a sign from the univserse that you needed to help Tabito's poor family who were dealing with a terrible fruit crisis!

You almost fell over from how fast you stood up to put on your shoes and a coat and grabbing your near dead phone that still would've been on charge if there wasn't an active emergency

Running on the icy road to get to the end of the street wasn't the smartest move and one of your bones is probably fractured just a little from the four times you slipped but it's fine, there's bigger problems like the fruit that you could practically hear calling your name

Another slip up their driveway which completely toppled you over, you deeply regret your shoe choice which had little to no grip, clearly at the fact your couldn't stand up to shamefully walk to the front door

'Maybe crawling would work!' Thinking to yourself - was it a good idea? No. But who cares no ones around

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

You knew that voice way too well for your liking and considering your lying face first stuck on the icy driveway of his house you knew for a fact you woudl never hear the end of this

"Woah wassup pretty girl? Wanna see my ninja- OW!"

"Leave her alone Otoya"

Slowly your head turned to see Tabito in the flesh, if you could stand up right now you would give him the biggest hug ever and cover his face in kisses but, number one, your stuck and number two, your absolutly mortified after noticing theres a group of guys standing behind him watching you fight for your life on the slippery surface

"..Help me please.." Your head hung low hearing Tabito's footsteps creep up behind you

His two strong arms efortlessly picking you up off the ice and into the tighest and warmest hug - one you so dearly missed

You could've cried from how happy you were to have him back until his sister opened the door letting the warm air from inside hit your face and simultaneously reminding you of your mission

"MY GRAPES!"

An attempt to leap from Tabito's grip was defintely made but wasn't successful - you forgot how strong he was, and did he grow to?

"Nuh uh, you're not going anywhere"

He quickly hoisted you off the slippery ground and onto his shoulder keeping you safe from falling over for the maybe twelth time today and all within less than five minutes

Still on his shoulder with his friends trailing behind you two, Tabito smoothly took your shoes off placing them next to his at front door walking past his sister in the process

"I'm still getting the grapes right?" The concern obvious in your voice towards everyone in the room

The two just laughed it off which only deepened the worry, your face almost turning white

"Right?! Like you two didn't just set me up or something?"

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"They good sweetheart?" Tabito asked you while sat at the kitchen counter next to you, his head leaning against his palm

"SOO good! The pain was'll worth it" Your mouth still stuffed with grapes

You might love Tabito to the moon and back and even further, but the fruit at his house is always loved a little more

| i've never had more fomo about something fictional that i've written in my life

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[onlyangel4]

booking of the century. drew mcintrye. part two.

drew mcintyre x returning!reader

part one

synopsis: triple h books you four years since your last match and a lot has changed but the man you fell in love with all those years ago still has your heart.

warnings: slow burn. will be multiple parts. loss of a parent after medical event. angst (more to come).

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"look what the cat dragged in", jon hollered as soon as he spotted you outside the airport dragging your suitcase behind you.

“i swear down i will turn around and get on a plane home”, you laughed shaking your head, arms instinctively opening for trinity to run into.

“nope, i'm going to hug you as tight as possible so you never leave me again”, the woman teased from inside your arms making you laugh again as jon grabbed your suitcase putting it into the trunk of the car.

“i still can’t believe boss man left us in charge of the biggest secret in modern wrestling”, jon exclaimed getting into the driver’s seat.

“it’s not that big of a secret, shaun and luis know as well”, you spoke but in reality you knew jon was right. other than the top dogs in production only four fellow wrestlers knew exactly what was going to happen tonight, the last smackdown before the chamber. It was a massive secret, one that you thought you would be unable to pull off but everything had slipped into place and now it was only a few hours before your highly anticipated return.

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getting to the stadium had been a huge blur, you had sat in the backseat in silence just listening to the friendly bickering from your two close friends in the front but your mind was somewhere else, it was stuck on him. he had no idea that you were coming back, how would he react? would he be angry at you for not telling him? only time would tell, and that made bile rise in your throat.

drew had been the person who believed in you when no one else did, he was the person who would drag you out of bed to train on your off days, he was your biggest fan and greatest inspiration, so surprising him in such a way felt wrong but hunter had convinced you that it was best for business, for both of you.

sometimes your mind wandered back to what could have been between the both of you, stuff was so fresh when your mother got ill, but if it had just been a year in the future maybe you would have let drew come home with you, maybe you would have let him support you in the way that he wanted to. but you couldn’t get hung up on maybes and what ifs. looking after your mother had been your number one priority and you had done your duty, now it was time to get back to work.

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a squeal pulled you out of your thoughts, you had arrived at the stadium and the back door of the car had been swung open, on the other side stood one of your closest friends, “there’s my girl” steph barely gave you enough time to get out of the car before her arms engulfed you in a mighty hug.

“jesus girl maybe you should be the one getting back in the ring, with all that strength of yours”, you teased your friend playfully before being led through a back entrance that had been specifically cleared for you.

“i feel like the president or some shit”

steph just shook her head at you before pulling you into a small room, “okay so you can get ready in here, hair and make up will come in here in about an hour, only let someone if they knock twice alright”, she spoke her voice turning professional.

“steph are you sure this is all necessary”

“yes we can’t have news of your return getting out this close to it, the internet is going to go mad”

you spoke to steph for about half an hour before she left to go to some sort of last minute meeting, then the hair and make up ladies came to the room and sorted you out ready for the show. the whole time you were in your own little world. part of you could not believe that this was really happening, that you were really back. another part of yourself was angry that you had not returned earlier, you missed the electric atmosphere that hung in the air pre show, the anticipation for what was going to come.

eventually enough time had lapsed and two knocks told you that it was time to go, you swung the door open and you were met with a familiar face, luis also known as damian priest, “i wasn’t going to believe that you were back until i saw you”

“in the flesh”, you smiled at the man

“we are on in five, you ready to go?”

“as ready as i’ll ever be”

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drew did not know what to expect. he had been told to go out and shoot a promo ahead of the elimination chamber, talking about how he was going to win the chamber in a ruthless way, he had also been warned that there was going to be an interruption but that was all he knew. when drew had voiced worry about not knowing what to say when he did not have time to prepare hunter had just patted him on the back and said, “trust me, you will know exactly what to say”, the ominous reassurance from his boss left drew with more questions than answers.

but as a guy who always did what he was told drew just nodded and now he was stood in the centre of the ring, mic in his hands a mixture of cheers and boos radiating from the audience, something that made the scottish psychopath smirk as he cleared his throat.

“after tomorrow i am going to be the king of toronto”, the crowd booed in rebellion

“aw don’t be so sad, you are going to get the match of a lifetime, you get to watch me lay out all of your favourites”, he continued.

“i have been dead set of revenge ever since the rumble and nothing is going to get in my way”, then suddenly he was cut off by jimmy uso’s music as the man appeared down the bottom of the ramp, earning a huge pop from the crowd. drew was about to continue when jimmy held up a finger to his lips shhhing him. then la knight’s music played and the megastar arrived at jimmy’s side.

“what are you two doing here, i beat both of you. you have no place here”, drew spoke harshly.

“well you may have beaten both of us but neither us want you to win”, jimmy started

“we have our money on a different horse, a horse that actually has skill and not just rage”, la knight finished a smirk on his lips as damian priest’s music echoed through the stadium and the man entered.

“they might not be in the match but i am”, damian priest’s low voice echoed through the mic, “and I have some punishing to do”

“do you really think a conversation with you and your war dogs is going to throw me off my game? are you really that stupid”, drew spoke laughing at the man’s attempt but damian simply shook his head.

“you are difficult person to get information on drew, with the likes of rollins and punk I can just bring up their families and get under their skin. but not you. it really got me thinking. but then i remembered we have a friend in common and i invited them to toronto to watch me destroy you”

“no one you bring here could throw me off my ga-“, drew couldn’t even finish his sentence when your music began to play, a song that he had not heard in four whole years and the wind was knocked right out of him.

the crowd went fucking mental when they saw you walk to damian’s side, you had been a fan favourite during your time in the company, with many calling you a modern day aj lee. they loved you and they still did.

drew could not believe it, the woman that had left his life just as he had been falling in love with her was at the top of the ring eyes trained on him, a light smile on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes and that worried the man slightly, maybe you weren’t ready to be back, maybe you didn’t want to see him. His mind was racing and his face was blank as he looked straight at you.

“what’s wrong bro you look like you have seen a ghost”, jimmy chuckled as he looked at drew.

“y/n is here to just make sure that you aren’t all talk, you say that you are going to win the chamber no matter what, she is just here to show the world that you are a liar”, la spoke his hand resting on your shoulder.

“you’ve made this personal”, drew spat out

“this has always been personal, you forgot that because you have not had anyone you care about in the wings for four years”, damian shot back.

then you finally lifted the mic up to your lips, “see you tomorrow drew”, the lights went out in the stadium and you and the three man had disappeared leaving drew along in the ring dumbfounded.

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“holy shit y/n I did not know the crowd could even get that loud”, jon spoke squeezing your shoulder making you laugh, “I’m so glad you are back”, he spoke as he walked back stage with you.

“i’m glad to be back”

the next few moments were a blur with superstars that did not know of your return running over to give you a hug and welcome you back into the company and you were smiling, properly this time. maybe you had been worried for nothing, maybe you were exactly where you belonged, surrounded by people that loved you and wanted the best for you.

eventually you manged to escape the crowd of people that had surrounded you, heading down to your dressing room, pulling your hair out of it’s high pony as you walked, opening the door as your hair fell over your shoulders, finally free.

what you had not been expecting had been to see drew stood in the room, eyes locked on the door arms crossed over his chest.

you froze eyes looking at the man, daring him to do something, daring him to shout at you for ambushing him without warning, expecting anger from the large man in front of you. but instead his gaze softened, eyes became warned as he closed the distance between you his arms welcoming you into an all too familiar hug that you melted into. Drew kept his arms around you, holding you close as if you would disappear if he let go of you. he then leant down to your ear lips barely centimetres away from your skin.

“we have a lot to talk about”

[apollabarnes]

that was us part three

quick author's note: originally i wrote this series to coincide only with abby's appearances, so i didn't try and cover the time between abby leaving los angeles and coming back during the train derailment — however, since i've continued writing this series i've realized that what i orginally wrote had a lot of backstory that only existed in my head, but that was very much flavouring the rest of the story. i didn't write the tommy and abby interactions at the hospital as the first time they'd talked since he moved to harbor but all of that backstory stayed off the page. this is part of me trying to correct that, and i'm editing parts one and two to cover more of it. also, i know the hospital is originally part three, but this is sneaking in between chapter two and three (i'll update it on ao3 when i'm at my actual computer and not sneaking onto tumblr during work hours)

a tag for @leashybebes who asked to be tagged if i wrote any more of this!

abby's mom dies and she falls apart. she barely makes it through the funeral, buck holds her together while she's sorting through all of her mom's things and it's just. suffocating. her mom's passport is the last straw — how many things did she put off, thinking there would be more time before she got her diagnosis? how many things has abby put off? she loves being a dispatcher. she loves la. buck is the best thing that's happened to her in close to a decade. there were so many things she was planning to do before she tore her rotator cuff. then it was rehab, trying swimming again, quitting again — pushing off all things she'd thought about doing since she was a kid. tommy had helped with that, given her somewhere safe to recover while she licked her wounds, and still she'd put things off. put them aside and shoved them down and promised herself later, later, later. it's later and she still hasn't done even one of the things she wanted to do when she was younger.

she's going to start with her mom's old travel itinerary. abby packs a bag, buys an airline ticket, tells buck she's leaving. the thought of trying to sublet her apartment or sell it is just too much to deal with right now, so she offers him the apartment because he hates living with his roommates and she's certainly not going to be using it. she tries to be as gentle as she can. abby was stuck for a really long time and buck's the one that got her unstuck. it's a gift she's a hundred percent certain he has no idea he gave her, and she doesn't have the words to thank him for it, so she's gentle instead. buck deserves gentle. he deserves better than her, but she doesn't say that either. he wouldn't take it as the compliment she means it as.

it's a cliché to say that she can feel her heart break when he drops her off at the airport, but clichés become clichés because they're things that are true and universal.

abby sits in the airport lounge and waits for her flight to be called. she very quickly gets bored and pulls out her phone, staring at it. if she texts buck now she'll just turn around, let herself get stuck again. she'd like it, too. she wants to try. she can't stay. she scrolls through her phone contacts, stops on tommy's name. snaps a photo of her drink and the departures screen behind her.

guess who's going to europe?

since when do you text?

apparently phone calls are for fossils.

he didn't actually call you a fossil, did he?

no, of course not, but he's a texter. so. i am too now, i guess.

europe, huh? and a guinness to get you started. so you're headed to ireland.

how'd you guess?

your mom mentioned it a few times. really loved a good brogue and pierce brosnan.

she did, didn't she?

yeah. i'm really sorry, abby. about your mom and the fact i couldn't make it.

thanks. any recommendations for when i'm over there?

i'm more of a desert guy, hang on. i've got an idea.

what is this, a group chat? wait, abby texts?

why is everyone surprised that i text?

sal, abby's looking for places to visit in europe.

hey, sal.

head to italy. stop. eat. come home.

sal, jesus. i was hoping you'd be a little more useful.

well, no, he's got a point tommy, i do love pasta.

jesus, fine, stop — gina says hi, by the way. abby, i've been informed by your ex you're going to ireland first.

someone's got to keep you on track, sal.

you've already got the gift of gab since you're on the phone all day, so you can probably skip the blarney stone. there's the giant's causeway. and all the travel magazines try to rank the castles, but they're all neat.

didn't realise you'd spent so much time in europe, sal.

well, gina's the expert (and dictating some of this to me) but hey. she took me over for our honeymoon and we hit the highlights.

we're both very impressed, sal. how long are you going to be in europe, abby?

i don't know. until i get… inspired.

is the baby hotshot coming with?

i hate it when you two call him that.

we could have used his name if you'd ever given it to us.

and have you track him down at work and crack jokes? i don't think so. abby stares at her phone for a long moment before texting again. no, he's not coming. we broke up.

he broke up with you after your mom died?

forget cracking jokes, we'll track him down at work and break his leg.

thank you for the offer, i think? but i was the one that broke up with him.

why?

was the sex that bad?

because i'm going to europe and i don't know when i'm coming back?

gross, sal. abby, if this kid was really into you, he would have waited.

don't listen to tommy, abby, he's still half-hung up on this girl that dumped him ten years ago.

sal!

sal!

abby gets a solo text almost immediately from tommy, promising to dunk sal's head in the nearest toilet the next time they're in the same place. she laughs to herself, startling when the announcement for her flight comes crackling out of the overhead speakers.

that's my cue, gents. sal, just because you and gina wish tommy would move in doesn't mean you have to project that feeling onto us.

he's just so much better at folding laundry than sal ever is - gina

i'm not running away, we got a call. but i'm really embarrassed to know all three of you.

[veephoenix]

debts to pay - n.f. one shot

nick folio x fem. reader one shot ✨ words: 1.5k summary: reader goes to a motorcycle garage (the same one where Nick works) to settle her brother’s debt, only to find herself short on cash. trigger warnings: swearing, threats, open ending

DEBTS TO PAY 💵

The garage reeked of oil and rubber, and there was rock music blaring from a speaker wedged in some corner. Rows of motorcycles lined the space, and two cars were parked in the driveway, waiting for service. 

She felt out of place the moment she stepped inside. She was dressed in tight black jeans and heeled boots, a white tank top hugging her upper curves. The sun kissed her bare shoulders and arms. 

She headed straight for the office at the back of the garage. Through the glass windows separating the workshop from the administrative space, she spotted Russell hunched over a cluttered desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The owner of the place didn’t seem to mind the thick fumes mixing with the smoke he exhaled as his eyes dragged over papers, his usual scowl deepening. She dreaded talking to him, so much that she completely missed the young man on the other side of the garage, seated on a low stool, working on a Harley-Davidson. 

Nick noticed her the moment she appeared down the block, with her hair down and that golden skin that reminded him—who was covered in greasy—of how different they both were. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she made her way in, noticing how she put on a confident armor even though she was shaking nervous inside. 

She knocked twice before stepping into the office.

“Russell,” she greeted.

He looked up. “Oh, finally,” he said without amusement. “You got the money?”

“Yeah,” she replied. She didn’t hesitate when she pulled a folded envelope from her crisscrossed purse and laid it on the desk. Russell took it, peeled it open, counted the money, and his expression darkened. 

“This ain’t it.” 

“What do you mean? My brother said the money was all there. He told me it would cover the debt,” she explained, gesturing toward the cash still in his hands. 

“Your brother is a liar, sugar,” he scoffed. “And I don’t do charity. He owes me, and instead of facing me himself, he sends you to deal with his bullshit? Good. That means now you owe me.”

“What?”

“A quarter of the money is missing,” Russell clarified. 

Her pulse spiked. Her brother had assured her the full amount was there. She had insisted—she didn’t want to get caught up in his mess—and yet, here she was. Again. She was going to smack his face when she saw him again. 

“So? How are you planning on making up for it, sugar?”

She stiffened. She didn’t like the way he called her ‘sugar’. There was a condescension laced in his tone, implications she didn’t want to think of. She had a feeling he wasn’t going to let her leave the place without an answer—a satisfying one. 

“I—…” What? What could she offer this man? She could barely keep herself afloat, and now she was indebted to a man like Russell because of her brother’s reckless decisions? 

Russell leaned back on his chair, taking another drag of his cigarette as his eyes roamed over her, assessing in a way that made her feel terribly uncomfortable. 

She was about to tell him to fuck off and run out of there, consequences be damned, when a voice cut in from her back. 

“I’ll take care of it.”

She turned around to see Nick standing by the door. He was wearing a faded band t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. His usual cap was pulled low over his dark hair, though a few strands had escaped at the back. He had grease stains all over his arms, on his neck and on his face. 

He looked… ridiculously hot. 

Russell turned his eyes to Folio, irritation flaring. “And why the hell would you do that?”

Nick shrugged, his brown eyes flicking toward her but without letting her see more than a casual look. “Because I want to.”

She blinked, stunned.

She’d talked to Nick before. He was her brother’s friend. They’d met each other at parties and exchanged a few words and flirtations and what not. She felt attracted to him, and she had an inkling that he might feel the same… However, neither of them had ever crossed the line because they knew they couldn’t. You don’t get involved with your older brother’s friends. Everybody knows that. 

For that same reason, she hadn’t expected Nick to step in for her—well, for her brother, after all. Maybe that’s what it was? Maybe Nick was doing it for her brother and not for her.

Russell studied Nick the same way she did, processing his answer. Then he exhaled through his nose. Without giving her a chance to have a say, he waved a dismissive hand and said, “Fine. I want the money on this table before 9pm. Now get back to work, Folio. I don’t have all day.” 

“Yep.”

Without sparing him—or her—another glance, Nick turned and walked back to his spot in the garage, returning to his unfinished work on the Harley.  

She stood there, eyes following him. 

“You considering another form of payment?” 

She startled at Russell’s voice. Immediately she snapped her gaze back to him. “No.”

“Then get out. I don’t need you or your brother giving me any more trouble.” He pointed a thick finger at her. “But if Nick doesn’t pay up tonight, I’ll be coming after you. You can thank your brother for that.”

“Sure,” she replied, trying hard to keep her sarcastic tone from spilling.  

She left the office, stealing one more glance at Russell’s desk, where the envelope her brother had given here still lay, bills scattered on top. When Russell caught her eyes, he gathered the money in his big, old hands and put it away. 

She crossed the garage with a heavy sigh, pushing some hair away from her face. She was about to leave when her eyes seemed to gravitate toward Nick. He was crouched low behind a motorbike, tightening something on the bike’s engine.  

She ruminated whether approach him or leave, get this over with. However, her voice was faster than her mind. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Nick’s hand stilled. She couldn’t see his face until he tilted his head back and stretched his neck to look at her. “What?”

He shouldn’t look that good, covered in grease and sweat, in old clothes and with his hair pushed back by a worn cap. 

But he did, and she was staring regardless of her intentions. 

“I said you didn’t have to do that.”

After a two-second beat, he smirked. “Yeah, I did. Your brother can be an asshole,” he stated, turning back to his work. “You shouldn’t have to clean up his messes.”

“Well,” she was taken aback by the unexpected empathy. “Thank you, I guess.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

She frowned, a hand going to the strap of her bag. 

“I owe Russell now,” Nick clarified. Then stretched his neck to lay his intent eyes on her again. “And you owe me.”

Shit. Her stomach tightened. She should’ve seen this coming.

She folded her arms. “How much?”

Nick let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head and standing up. “Not money.”

Her pulse skipped. “Then what?”

Nick tilted his head, eyes dragging over her face like he was considering his options.

“Relax, doll” he said, his voice lower now. “I’m not gonna ask for anything crazy. You’ve got enough with your brother’s shit. But since I’m saving your ass, we need to figure out a way for you to pay me back.”

“You’re just like him, aren’t you?” she retorted, narrowing her eyes and pointing with her head toward Russell’s office.

“No, I’m not. Trust me.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Not sure. But I like the idea of you owing me.” His voice was lazy, teasing. 

She huffed a quiet laugh. “You really think I’m just going to let you toy with me?”

“I think you like the idea more than you’re willing to admit.”

Damn him. He was too good at this—at reading her, at knowing exactly how to push just enough without making her run. They’d played this game before, but never to this extent.

Fine. If he wanted to play, she could play too.

Huffing and smirking, she took deliberate steps toward him. She was done letting men rule her life.

She moved close enough that their bodies nearly touched. She really didn’t want to get any grease on her clean, nice clothes, but… She reached up until her fingers touched the collar of his shirt. Nick’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second.

“What if you end up owing me by the time we’re done, Folio? What would my brother say then, huh?”

His amusement suddenly changed into something else. Yeah, her brother was a problem, but at this point, he owed both of them. So maybe it was time to cross that line they’d always stayed behind. 

“Well, that sounded like a challenge,” Nick mused, rising his eyebrows. “And I love a good challenge,” he continued, glancing at the bikes waiting for him. 

“Maybe it was.”

Nick whistled, shaking his head. “I knew you weren’t as innocent as you looked.”

“Guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” She dropped her hand and took a step back. 

For a moment, they just stood there, the tension building. 

“Alright,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “Let’s start settling your debt with a date. Tomorrow evening. 8pm. I’ll pick you up on my bike.”