#so I was already supposed to spend the weekend working ahead

[norrisainz33]

pr || ls18

summary: fans are convinced lance and his victoria secret model gf are just a pr stunt but they’re actually just two best friends in love

pairing: lance stroll x model!reader

fc & warnings: barbara palvin x some hate comments

requested: yes!! thank you for your patience!

masterlist

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f1gossip: looks like our very own lance stroll has been spotted with a mystery woman out in montreal ahead of the grand prix this weekend. this is not the first time these two have been spotted together either… perhaps they’re getting a bit more serious and we’ll see her this sunday? if anyone recognizes her, let us know!

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user1: nauuurrrrr lance that was supposed to be me

user2: we lost another one to a model chat

user3: you mean to tell me you lot don’t recognize the vs angel ynuser when you see her?!

user2: mate all we’ve seen is blurry pics of her hair

user3: she’s got recognizable hair!!!

f1gossip: timelines seem to line up with her posts and where we’ve seen her and lance together! i think you cracked the code user3

user4: it’s giving pr stunt bc how did he manage to get a vs model….

user7: no fr!! either that or she’s with him for daddy’s money

user8: yes this has pr written allllll over it

user5: i hope we DONT see her sunday

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ynuser: montreal i think i might love you

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yourbff: holy moly i’m obsessed

user3: mother is mothering (also i called this)

lance_stroll: nice flowers

ynuser: thanks! the person who got them for me is even nicer

f1gossip: 👀

user4: what sorta pr nonsense interaction is this

user12: oooo you’re so effortlessly gorgeous

flavy.barla: 😍 wow!

ynuser: 😘

f1gossip: 👀 x2

user18: i can give you flowers too ya know

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lance_stroll: thankful for the two weeks at home! always great to see the crowd out here in montreal. merci beaucoup canada- on to austria we go 🤍🇨🇦

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user1: holy heck you are so fine

user2: maple syrup making the dump is sending me

astonmartinf1: maple syrup ✔️ refreshing time at home ✔️ ready to get some points in austria ✔️

ynuser: face so pretty they should be putting YOU on magazine covers

lance_stroll: 🤭 oh stop! we both know you’re the only one fit for magazines and runways

user4: ohh look pr getting even more interactive i see

user11: you look so good in am green

estebanocon: 💪🏻 great weekend mate! thanks for taking me and flavy around canada

lance_stroll: of course mon ami! we love spending time with you guys 🤍

user3: WE?! who is WE

user22: cutie patootie

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f1gossip: in a recent interview where model, y/n y/l/n, talks through the upcoming vs fashion show she was also asked if there was anyone special who would be in attendance…. she blushed and said: “my partner is going to be there! he has yet to come to any of my shows so i’m really excited that it finally works with his schedule!” we can only assume she’s talking about a certain f1 driver 🤔

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user1: wow how did i not realize how stunning she is

user8: how long do you think we have to put up with this fake relationship

user4: it’s already been way longer than i would have wanted

user3: if it’s pr why are both of them being so secretive? can’t 2 people just be happy? like leave them be

user3: omg lance at the vs show?!?!?!? ain’t no way i can’t WAIT to see him there

user33: f1 driver try not to date a model challenge failed

user4: at least she’s a real model 😭

user12: you lot are miserable in these comments fr. i don’t follow f1 but my girl was mentioned and i do NOT like how yall talking abt her.

user18: welcome to being a lance stan. we live in the trenches but we all love y/n here!! it’s the other fans who are annoying

user12: whelp…. seems i will be going to war for lance

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user1: this is hot wtf

yourbff: oh!

ynuser: 🤭

yourbff: he got any single friends so i can get this sorta treatment too or.......

ynuser: HAHA i'll ask

user18: a tear just ran down my ….. nvm i’ll keep that one to myself

yoursibling: princess can’t walk on her own?

ynuser: these shoes hurt my feet

yoursibling: of course they do hahahah well im glad hes coming in handy

ynuser: lance is simply the best

user55: just disappointed this ain’t me fr

lance_stroll: i love you baby girl

ynuser: i love you too sweet boy

lance_stroll: you promise?

ynuser: what? of course i do!!

lance_stroll: i've been reading too many of the comment on our posts :(

ynuser: ohhh baby don't do that!! no one knows what our relationship is like besides us and i love you more than words could ever express

lance_stroll: i know its just easier said than done to ignore it sometimes

ynuser: i get it baby i really do and i'm sorry. people will always have an opinion an we can't change that but don't ever doubt just how much i love you 🤍

user16: glad whoever this is is treating you like the queen you are

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f1gossip: and just like that! it's official. lance has arrived to the victoria's secret fashion show red carpet alongside the gorgeous vs angel, y/n y/l/n.

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user18: the video of them arriving might be the happiest we’ve seen lance look in like years

user22: this makes my heart so happy

user8: fake fake fake

user12: adopting him and starting to watch f1 was the best decision i made man look at my mom and dad

user18: the strookies are so glad to have you 💚

user4: contracts gotta be almost up after this!!

user3: this is jobless behavior user4

user88: wow she looks incredible and honestly this is one of his best outfits in a while. gf effect is real

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chloestroll: how in the world does she always look so perfect

lance_stroll: i ask myself that every day. shes truly beautiful inside and out

chloestroll: my baby brothers in love ❤️‍🔥🥰

lance_stroll: as the kids would say, i'm down bad

user18: hold on is she wrapping your hugo boss jumper around her legs in the second slide!? brb crying

ynuser: thank you for being here! these shows make me so nervous

lance_stroll: there is no place i'd rather be!

flavy.barla: CUTIES!!! did you make sure she got the flowers from este and i?

lance_stroll: of course i did! she cried real tears and said she was going to call you after the show 😘

user8: you and your pr fling ❤️

astonmartinf1: the couple of the century holy moly

lance_stroll: 😉

user12: you better close your eyes every time another model walks by that isnt our queen

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ynuser: another vs fashion show in the books! thank you to everyone who made this possible - to the team of incredible stylists, to vs, to my friends for supporting me through this journey and to my darling lance who is always my biggest cheerleader and never says no to milkshakes at midnight. see you same time next year 🤍

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chloestroll: my favorite angel

ynuser: my favorite stroll 🤍

lance_stroll: hello??????

chloestroll: lance look away this is a private convo

lance_stroll: yeah i’ll be having private convos with you both 😘

ynuser: god forbid the girlies are besties 😔

user12: the milkshake photo im sobbing 😭

lance_stroll: i love being your cheerleader 😘

ynuser: and i love being yours my handsome man 🤍

user24: i’ve never seen someone so gorgeous

flavy.barla: wish este and i could have been there! so proud of you beautiful 😍

ynuser: thank you!!! i can’t wait to see you in cannes 😘

user18: only watched that show for you and god was it worth it

yourbff: IM SO PROUD OF YOU

ynuser: THANK YOU

user27: this is my version of the royal couple

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[starcrossedandstupid]

Me when I have to deal with the consequences of happening to be disabled

[solnyshko-moyo]

when in rome

i didn't have anywhere else to post this so here

Prompt: Going to Italy to save your sister’s exboyfriend is not how you wanted to spend your weekend.

Pairing: Reader x Felix

WC: 2,818

“Bella, you and Alice run ahead to find Edward. I’ll ditch the car and catch up with you guys.” You urge your half sister as the car comes to a complete stop around all the tourists heading to the square. Bella doesn’t need to be told twice, leaping out of the car and taking off running.

Alice eyes you in the mirror suspiciously. “Oh please, like I want Bella going into a vampire den alone. I’ll catch up.” Alice fully turns around in her seat, shock written all over her face. “You guys are literally terrible at being inconspicuous. I figured it out before Bella even moved to Forks.” You roll your eyes and throw your hands up.

“If we are already inside by the time you catch up, stay in the square. They don’t need to know about you.” Alice already regrets bringing you, wishing you’d gotten back to the Swan house ten minutes later than you did. But that stupid mongrel begged you to go with them to watch over Bella and Bella stupidly agreed with him. You’re a wild card to her, never showing up in her visions so she never knows what’s actually going to happen when  you’re involved. Another reason why she wishes you didn’t come but Bella wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Easy enough. Can I have your wallet?” You ask and Alice throws her head back, letting out a laugh. “What? If I don’t make it in time I can get us Italian accessories. Think of the leather Alice.” Alice grins at you, handing over her wallet before climbing out of the car.

You jump over the seat into the driver's seat of the convertible. “I knew I liked you. I’m a size 0 if you find anything good.” Alice says knowing you won’t have time to catch up with them until later since noon is now only a few minutes away. It’s better this way anyways. She leaves you in the car surrounded by the sea of people to chase down your sister.

You finally manage to pull the convertible into an alleyway and make your way down the path with the other festival goers. You don’t see your sister or Alice at the entrance of the clock tower so you wander down a side street full of small shops and bistros. There’s a spare red cloak thrown over a railing and you look around for anyone it could belong to before snatching it up as you walk by it. Throwing it over your shoulders, you wander into a boutique full of different accessories. There’s a pretty scarf like the one Alice was wearing and you decide you need one too. It’s not like Carlilse can’t afford it so you don’t really feel bad. There’s some matching gloves on the table below the scarf rack and you decide that those would be lovely as well. Maybe coming to Italy wasn’t entirely bad. You grab a handbag that was in the same cream background as Alice’s scarf for her, thinking it would look nice with her outfit. You swipe Carlisle’s card, giddy the transaction went through successfully.

Your next stop was the bistro down the street for a snack until Alice calls you telling you they are done. The two elderly Italian women sitting next to you are so cute gossiping over their espresso and biscotti. The waiter brings you the bottle of wine you ordered  and tells you in his sexy accent that your bruschetta will be out shortly. Yeah, you think, maybe you do like Italy. Cute boys and you’re able to legally drink? Total score. You feel bad your sister is somewhere in the vampire police den but Alice wouldn’t have let her out of the car if things didn’t work out right? Everythings going to be fine, you tell yourself. And what are you supposed to do? Traipse into a vampire den saying you're Bella’s sister and get them in more trouble?

You pull your book from the tote bag you had barely enough time to grab before Bella was dragging you out the door back in Forks. All that’s in there is twenty bucks, your book, your sweater, Alice’s new purse and the granola bar the airline gave you. You sip your wine as you read your book, enjoying the midday sun Edward was going to expose himself with.

Everything was going great until you got the uneasy tingle on the back of your neck like you’re being watched. Your tab had been paid for a while and the bistro’s starting to get busier so you figure it’s just other patrons waiting for your table. Corking your half drank bottle, you wander down the street looking for a bench you could continue reading at, hoping there’s maybe a park nearby. As you walk down the street the uneasy feeling subsides and you wonder how long Bella and Alice are going to be.

As you’re passing a narrow alleyway a cold hand clamps over your mouth and everything blurs around you. When your vision finally clears you’re in the iron grip of a grey cloaked figure that’s impervious to your struggling. You kick behind you at his shins, stop on his foot, and thrash in his arms to no avail. You’re hoisted over his holder and everything blurs around you again. You realize you’re moving at vampire speed, probably through alleyways in the city. Screaming out you continue to wiggle and kick your legs as best as you can, pounding on his back with your free hand, the other clutching your tote for dear life.

“Let me go you mother fucker!” You yell still trying to harm him with your fists and feet. The vampire carrying you just grunts. 

You bite his hip angrily which does make him falter for a second. “Did you just bite me, human?” He asks incredulously, not believing your feralness.

“Let me go!” You struggle in his grasp but he keeps going, running through god knows what, all you know is it stinks wherever you are. You grip the half drunk bottle of wine in your hand once you enter a more lit area. You lift yourself up from your dangling position and swing across your body and over your shoulder as hard as you can to connect with the back of your kidnappers head. The bottle shatters and he stumbles a few steps not expecting more violence from you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He yells at you, shocked at your behavior. You start stabbing the jagged end of the bottle into his back until it is so broken you can risk more without cutting yourself.

“Me? You’re fucking kidnapping me!” You scream back at him, resuming your thrashing. He finally halts in front of giant stone doors, pushing them open with one hand and not releasing you until you’re in the room and the doors shut behind him. 

“Santiago, what is the meaning of this?” A voice demands from behind you. You rip yourself out of his grasp stumbling a few steps away. 

“Y/N!” Bella exclaims and you whip around to where your sister, Alice and Edward are all standing gobsmacked. You rush over to stand with them, away from Santiago.

“Master that human is a terror! She bit me! She broke a wine bottle over my head! She tried stabbing me with the broken glass!” Santiago pointed at you, trying to explain himself.

“You fucking grabbed me walking down the street and didn’t say shit, you asshole!” You yell at him pointing an accusing finger back at him. The dark haired vampire lets out a startled laugh and your whirl around seeing Edward is trying to suppress a smile.

“Ah, dear. I’m sorry for Santiago’s behavior. We sent him to collect you so you could stand trial.” The vampire tries to explain coming to stand before you. He holds his hand out to yours, raising his eyebrows. You give him your hand and he looks utterly confused grasping it.

“Stand trial for what? I don’t claim him.” You point to Edward, bewildered this is even a problem involving you.

“For knowing of our existence you daft, insolent girl.” The blonde sitting on a throne behind the brunette snarls at you.

“We learned of you from Alice’s thoughts. Your knowledge of vampires.” The vampire let go of your hand breezing back towards the steps leading to the thrones.

“Because you guys do such a fantastic job at hiding it.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. These people are somehow even more conspicuous than the Cullens are.

“You didn’t say anything.” Bella mumbles hurt, eyes filled with betrayal.

“If Mr Emo’s ‘This is the skin of a killer, Bella’ didn’t give you the ick I doubt anything I said would’ve changed your mind.” You raise your eyebrows, knowing damn well your stubborn sister would’ve only pursued him harder.

Her jaw drops and eyes almost bug out of her skull. “How do you know about that?” Her face is red and Edward looks a little embarrassed. A few of the vampires across the room try to hide their laughter but fail. You glance over, catching the eyes of the taller one and his face falls.

You turn back to your sister and shrug, “You talk in your sleep sometimes.” You remember the night she mumbled that and how you almost peed yourself laughing.

“Enough.” The blond stands and you roll your eyes again. You wonder how old he is to be this miserable he’s taking it out on everyone else.

“Aro.” The other vampire sitting on a throne holds his hand out. The vampire, Aro, rushes over to him, grasping his hand. 

“How delightful! Congratulations Felix!” He beams over at the guards who were laughing, the big one still staring at you. “It looks like everyone gets to live today!” You wonder what the hell he means by that. “Young Y/N must stay but everyone else may leave.” What the double hell?

“Um, Bella can’t just go home without me? What is she supposed to tell our Dad? That she just left me in Italy? That’s not going to fly.” You feel yourself getting angry, who the hell are these people to tell you that you can’t leave.

“Ah, that is a valid point. Perhaps returning home for a short period of time so you can get your affairs in order would be beneficial to keeping unwanted eyes looking into your sudden disappearance. We will have Gianna draft up a fake internship invitation.” Aro claps his hands in delight, coming down to hold his hands out to grasp yours again. “Felix, Demetri, show our friends to a waiting area until they can depart when the sun goes down. It was so delightful meeting you both, we will be seeing you dears soon.”

The big vampire and the one standing next to him both moved towards the door, Edward glaring at the cocky smirk the big one sends his way. You wonder what you missed. You also kind of wish you still had that wine if you have to stay until the sun goes down.

“Miss Y/N, if you’d come with me for a few moments. I would like to speak with you privately.” The big one offers you his arm and you feel Alice’s tiny hand nudge you towards him. You take his arm glancing back at her but she gives you an encouraging smile as they continue walking in the opposite direction of you two. Bella looks like she wants to protest but Edward shakes his head at her.

“Are you Felix or Demetri?” You ask the muscular vampire as he leads you away.

He chuckles, “Felix but you may call me whatever you’d like, bambolina.” You wonder why he was being congratulated earlier and what it has to do with you and why you almost weren’t allowed to leave.

You enter a room after walking with him through a maze of halls. The stone walls are decorated with paintings of landscapes and scenes of ancient Rome. The pantheon and coliseum in their heydays, a gladiator fighting, the seven hills. They were all beautiful. There was a bookshelf full of books and a seating area, a dresser. You realize this must be his bedroom minus the unnecessary bed.

He leads you over to the seating area, opting to sit on it next to you when you settle on the couch. There’s a brief silence where you stare at each other waiting for the other to start speaking. You have nothing to say not knowing why you’re here but you know it’s because of him so you figure he can speak first.

Felix must catch on because he clears his throat, “How much do you know about vampires?” He asks hesitantly not sure where to start.

“Not much. I figured them out because their cover story sucks and they are kinda strange. Adopted siblings all with the same colored eyes, yeah right.” You scoff, shaking your head. “The old legends about vampires say you guys are ice cold, strong, fast. I figure since they are also ice cold that the rest would be true too. Alice said something about visions and Bella had to run ahead because he’d hear her coming. So I don’t really know why if Bella’s louder than she would be.” You shrug, you didn’t really care enough for clarifying questions. “Alice only found out I knew when we were in town.”

“So not much then. Yes, we have super strength and speed. We can hear, see, and smell better as well. The Cullens and a few other covens are vegetarians, meaning they drink animal blood instead of human blood which is why their eyes are gold instead of red.” Felix pauses and you nod along, your eyes a little unfocused as you think through his explanation. “Some vampires have additional gifts that vary from vampire to vampire. Alice has visions of the future, Edward can hear people’s thoughts, I’m stronger than the average vampire.”

“Oh, that’s what they meant then.” You nod again, understanding a little bit better.

Felix hesitates before continuing. “From your lack of knowledge I assume you don’t know of mates.” He pauses and lets you shake your head confirming you don’t know. “It’s like soulmates but for vampires.”

He watches your eyebrows raise as you slowly nod, putting the final pieces of the puzzle together. “And I take it that I’m yours?” He nods his head unsure of what to say. “Which is why that guy wasn’t going to let me leave.”

He snorts a laugh, “That guy is one of the coven leaders, Aro. And no, originally we were going to keep you here. It’s difficult to be apart from your mate. The urge to protect your mate is very strong and since you’re human it heightens that. Having you leave to somewhere I could not ensure your safety adds a level of anxiety but uprooting your entire life without notice I believe would create an animosity that I don’t wish for us to start with. If you hadn’t spoken up I would’ve even if it wasn’t what I wanted.” He explains in a seriousness that surprises you.

You give a small smile. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” 

He smiles back before responding, “We only get one mate. I wasn't going to screw it up in the first ten minutes.” He’s overjoyed you didn’t outright reject him. 

“Do you have a phone so we could talk when I’m in Forks?” You ask almost shyly, you’d never had to ask for someone’s number before. Forks is so small, everyone knows everyone.

“I don’t but I will acquire one so we can stay in touch.” Felix promises even more elated you want to get to know him more.

The two of you talk for a little bit longer before he leads you back through the maze of hallways to where your sister and the Cullens are waiting. Felix bows deeply and kisses the top of your hand, smiling and saying “We will talk soon, tesoro.” You smile and wave goodbye before entering the hallway and going to stand with your sister.

Bella almost squeezes the life out of you, hugging you so hard. You laugh, reassuring her you’re fine and unharmed. You wonder what’s all going to happen now, how you are going to tell Charlie you’re leaving. Originally after graduating this year, you were going to just go to college in Seattle to stay close to home but now you have to return here. Will you have to become a vampire? Felix never said explicitly but you figure he won’t just let you die of old age. So many unknowns for now but one thing you do know- you still wish you had that wine.

[willowsnook]

I see you (pt. 1)

max verstappen x reader

summary: the reader is living life as if it were a giant checklist to get through. Max is the only one who really sees through her facade and makes her question if this is the life that she really wants

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18: graduate high school

22: graduate college with a business degree and land your first job

23: meet the love of your life

25: get married

28: move to the suburbs

30: have kids

A 5-year plan hated to see you coming. You had been this way your whole life, always planning ahead for the future. Your parents used to laugh when you'd lay out your life plan for them, tussling your hair and telling you that life doesn't always work out exactly how you think it will. But now, at 24, it had.

Living in Monaco was a dream, and you were thankful that you landed the job that brought you to the beautiful country. You moved over two years ago and now shared an apartment with your boyfriend, Sam, whom you met when, you guessed it, you were 23.

Your life was perfect. You had a job that paid you well, a boyfriend who loved you, and good structure. You woke up at the same time every morning to run, eat a healthy breakfast, and read for 30 minutes. Your night routine was just as structured. Everything was exactly as it was supposed to be, at least that's what you told yourself.

"Hey, I have to run to make this meeting, but I'll see you tonight, yeah?" Sam asked as he grabbed his backpack off the hallway floor, kissing your cheek as he headed out the door.

"Okay," you replied, but he was already gone, so you turned your attention back to the lunch you were packing for yourself. Your phone pinged and you looked at it to see a text from your brother, asking if you were interested in going to the Monaco GP with him this weekend. You liked going to the races, mainly because, thanks to your brother's best friend, you always had VIP passes. Your brother met Max while karting growing up, and the two stayed friends even when your brother fell out of it. Max was friendly, but he had always made you nervous; it was like when he looked at you, he was looking into your soul.

You told your brother that you could and then shot Sam a quick message letting him know even though he was going to be out of town for the weekend. The morning at work went by quickly, and you were in the cafeteria eating lunch with some of your coworkers, one of whom had just gotten back from her honeymoon.

"Oh my gosh, it was amazing," she gushed. "It was so us, just a little cabin in the mountains."

"What kind of things did you do?" You asked, and she thought for a second before answering.

"Honestly, not a lot. We kind of just hung out together and talked for like four days straight. I don't want to get too cringey with you guys, but the happiness and love I feel knowing that this is who I get to spend the rest of my life with is something I can't even describe. " Your coworker was getting a little emotional talking about her new husband, and you frowned. You couldn't really ever imagine yourself talking about Sam like this.

Sure, you loved him, but did he set your heart on fire? No, but you didn't really believe that was possible; it was just a sentiment made up for romance novels. Sam was stable. He had a good job, a good family, and similar goals. You had different interests, but the important things were the same, and you valued that. He made your life comfortable, which you appreciated.

As your coworker continued speaking, you felt yourself start to get lost in thought. Could you truly love someone so much that they become your entire world? Despite trying to push them away, the doubts and questions that have been lingering in your mind for the past couple of months began to resurface. Were you settling? Were you truly happy?

Your mind was stuck on that topic as you headed home, and you frowned when you finally made it back and saw a note on the counter.

Going to be working late, sorry xo -Sam

This was not unusual. He often was caught up working late hours, but that was the price of success, was it not? Sam was on his way to becoming a partner at a law firm in the city and would not let anything get in the way of that, which was something you admired when you first met him.

The two of you met at a networking event and hit it off, both having moved here from the US after college. You found him insanely attractive, especially the way he took control of any room he was in. He liked that you weren't interested in being arm candy, were focused on your career, and had the ambition to move up in the world.

But as much as you wished you were, you didn't feel like you were that person anymore. To be honest, it felt like you were drowning.

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You loved race weekends in Monaco; they made you nostalgic about your youth, when you spent countless weekends at the track with your brother during your school breaks. Moving through the paddock, you said hello to some friends before spying your brother outside of the Red Bull garage, talking to Max.

"Y/n," he called, waving over to you. You smiled widely, moving into his arms, happy to be reunited. He lives in Milan now, so you don't see him as often as you would like.

"Hi, Max," you greeted the Dutchman, and your eyes met his, twinkling with amusement.

"Little y/l/n," he teased, pulling you into his side. "You know it's crazy to me that we never run into each other."

"She's too busy working all hours of the day," your brother responded, and you rolled your eyes, giving him an annoyed look.

"You are also gone most of the year," you pointed out to Max, and he shrugged.

"How is work, by the way?" your brother asked, and you launched into your overused answer about it going well and that you were excited about the growth coming. He seemed to accept that, but you noticed Max giving you a look, like he almost didn't quite believe you, but he didn't say anything.

Max got pulled away by his team, so you followed your brother into the hospitality area, picking up a plate to get some food.

"Sam didn't want to come?" He asked casually.

"He's on work travel," you told him and he didn't say anything. You knew he didn't like Sam, but you could never really figure out why. "When will you finally tell me why you don't like him?"

"I don't not like him," he said. "I just am not sure I like him for you."

You felt a twinge of irritation at your brother's words. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sighed, setting down his plate. "Look, I know you've always had this plan for your life. And on paper, Sam fits into that perfectly. But Y/N, when I see you two together... I don't know. There's just something missing."

You opened your mouth to argue but found you couldn't form the words. Your brother's observation hit too close to the doubts you'd been having lately.

"I just want you to be happy, truly happy," he continued softly. "Not just checking boxes off a list."

You stared down at your plate, appetite gone. "I am happy," you mumbled, but the words felt hollow even to your own ears.

Just then, Max reappeared, breaking the tension. "Sorry about that," he said, grabbing a drink from the machine beside you. "You guys should watch from the garage."

Your brother perked up, shooting Max a grateful look. "We would love that."

Admittedly, you were excited to watch from down there. You always wanted to be where the action was, especially when it came to racing. Ever since you were a girl, sports has been your biggest passion in life, even beyond racing. Being from the US, football and baseball had a special place in your heart, and even now, you stay up very, very late to watch your favorite teams. In another life, you knew that you'd have found some kind of job that let you be involved in the industry, but that wasn't how the cards fell in this one.

The race began, and you were instantly swept up by the electric energy of the bustling garage. The scent of gasoline and rubber hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of exhaust fumes. Engines roared to life, and tires screeched as cars whizzed by in a blur of color. It was a symphony of sound and motion, each revving engine adding its own distinct note. As you watched in awe, your heart raced along with the cars on the track, feeling alive in this thrilling moment.

Cheering along with everyone you watched Max take another win and you joined your brother to watch the podium ceremony. You were smiling widely as the Dutch anthem played, and Max found your eyes in the crowd, shooting you a wink.

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Rather than going out, Max wanted to celebrate his win by hosting in his Monaco penthouse. His home was crowded with Redbull employees, the grid, and their friends who wanted to come. You were enjoying yourself, bouncing around and talking to different people you knew from the old days. You were glad to relax for once. After a while, you started to hit a wall and found yourself stepping out on the balcony to get some fresh air, gazing at the cityscape.

The door opened behind you, and you felt another presence join you at the railing. A blanket was gently laid over your shoulders, and you turned, smiling gratefully to Max as he gave you a soft smile back. His eyes looked at you in a way that made you shiver; you felt like you were naked under his gaze. Turning back to the view, you sighed.

"Do you ever wish things could be different?" You asked, surprising even yourself.

Max stood there in thought before answering, "I don't think so. I'm doing everything I've always wanted to, and if I wanted to stop, I would. I thought you had everything that was part of your grand plan?"

You smiled, thinking about your nine-year-old self had even informed Max of what your life was going to look like. "I do."

"I haven't seen you look as you did today when I was on the podium in a long time," he said, and you turned back to him.

"Like what?"

"Like you were happy," he said softly, scanning your face for a reaction, but you felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over you.

"That's not true," you said weakly, and his gaze bore into yours.

"I see you y/n. I see how you look at your boyfriend like he's what you got in a business transaction. How you look at your job like it's the prize for steadfast loyalty. It's like you're a side character in your own life"

You started to get angry with him for calling you out so bluntly.

"You don't know me, Max," you disputed. He chuckled humorlessly, looking back over the railing.

"Maybe not," Max conceded, his voice softening. "But I remember the girl who used to light up at the track, who couldn't stop talking about sports stats, who dreamed of being a sports journalist. What happened to her?"

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as memories flooded back—the thrill of live games, the joy of analyzing plays, the excitement of crafting stories about athletes and their journeys. When had you let that passion slip away?

"She grew up," you whispered, but even to your own ears, it sounded unconvincing.

Max turned to face you fully, his blue eyes intense. "Did she? Or did she convince herself that growing up meant giving up on what made her happy?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. Deep down, you knew he was right, so you simply turned around and left—left the balcony, left the party, left to get away from the storm of emotions coursing through you.

[eymie]

STUDY BUDDIES !

pairing: sejanus plinth x fem!reader

warnings: smut, kissing, fingering, handjob, doggy style, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie, oral (f. receiving)

summary: you’ve liked sejanus for a while, to your excitement he’s assigned as your project partner this year.

a/n: i’m sick and tired of trying to get sejanus fics and they all have coryo in them UGHH (still enjoy them though)

def doing a pt2

When the professor called out your name followed by Sejanus Plinth, your interest piqued. You turned to meet his gaze, a soft smile on his face, probably happy he wasn’t assigned to Arachne or Livia.

You were called to sit with your partners to form study plans for further need. Sejanus was soft-spoken for the most part, unless provoked you assumed.

You both decided it was a good idea to meet at one of your homes instead of the library that filled up awfully fast more often than not.

Sejanus’ house was good but he opted not to. You didn’t bother to ask why so you offered up your own house. For the most part your parents were out working, they had a high ranking and were close friends with Sejanus’ parents. Your maids were quiet and you had no other guests at the time.

Your first project came up quick, a presentation to the class on the Hunger Games like there was every year. It was an annual project in the curriculum, you and Sejanus were assigned the history and forming of the games.

You had seen Arachne whispering something to him later than day, to which you ignored at first. The more you thought about it was odd, Sejanus talking to Arachne. Odd.

Arachne knew that you liked him and you were embarrassed to consider she told him.

Sejanus was supposed to come over to your place on the weekend to work on the project together. You spend the rest of your friday after school wondering what Arachne had told him, hoping it wasn’t what you assumed.

You knew your maids would let him in and direct him to your room, to which you were supposed to leave your door a few inches open. But, neither of your parents were home and they wouldn’t be til Sunday and Sejanus would come over on Saturday.

You hated yourself a little bit that you planned your outfit ahead of time. Your top was tighter than you remembered so you put a cardigan over top, you didn’t intend to seduce him. Yet, you wouldn’t mind if it worked.

“Miss, you have guest.” Your maids voice rung through the air, your door cracked open to reveal her and Sejanus.

“Thank you, you can come in.” You smiled sweetly, adjusting your cardigan slightly. You haven’t seen Sejanus out of his uniform since the last gala, to which he wore a suit. His clothes were more casual, not too casual because he still had expectations. “I already did some research, at least we got an easy topic.”

“I did too, I brought my notes.” He placed his notes on your desk, pulling up a chair to sit with you.

To your surprise Sejanus and you worked well together. Brief small talk about class, friends, interests and his laugh. You really did like his laugh. You felt a slight spark when his skin brushed yours, intentionally or not.

“Sej?” You asked, he looked over to yours. His gaze was sincere, a soft smile on his face as he nodded at you to continue. “Are you close with Arachne?”

“Oh… can’t say I like her company very much.” He replied, the smile dropping from his face. He went back to writing more notes. “Why?”

“No reason, I just saw you two talking in class.” You mumbled, a bit embarrassed to have brought up the subject. You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers.

“She told me something funny, don’t know if I can believe something Arachne would say.” He mentioned, a slight teasing tone in his voice and suddenly your interest was piqued. You knew what he meant.

“I wouldn’t either.” You looked up at him, a teasing smile lingered on his face.

“Why not?” He rose an eyebrow, a playful tone in his voice.

“I just don’t know if I trust everything she says, she does like to tease.” You mentioned, to which he nodded his head. There was a pregnant pause between the two of you before he spoke up again.

“She told me something about you.” Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. You could believe Arachne couldn’t told him, not that he’d tell you she did. “Are you two close?”

“Not very, but she is close to my close friends.” The only reason Arachne knew was because Livia couldn’t keep her mouth shut and you had told her at a sleepover. You played with loose threads of your cardigan, shyly looking back up at him. “What’d she tell you?”

“Something I hope she wasn’t teasing about.” He said, a sincerity in his voice. He laughed a bit, a breathless one.

You were quick to reply, “Maybe she wasn’t.”

“I don’t want to ask.” Sejanus said, hanging his head low not wanting to make eye contact. You licked your lips, admiring the way his chocolate brown curls fell.

“Should I drop it?” You asked, a sense of anxiety coursing through you.

“Well aren’t you curious?” He looked back up, a smile on his perfect face. You weren’t curious, you knew exactly what she had told him. But, who did it hurt to lie.

“Of course I am.”

“I thought about it for a while, I can’t tell if she was being truthful. You and I have known each other since I arrived here, our parents are friends after all.” Sejanus admitted, looking at you for a bit of reassurance. You nodded along, acknowledging how long you’ve truly known him.

You were kind to Sejanus when everyone bullied him for being from the districts, along with Coriolanus who tolerated him.

“So why’re you being so shy.” You asked, your knees brushing against his to which he didn’t pull away.

“Because I don’t what it to be a lie.” He admitted and you couldn’t help but feel like he was confessing something.

“I think I know what she told you.” You regretted the words when they left your lips, practically confessing your feelings.

“You do?” You nodded, your hands now brushing his. Your chairs were close, both knees now touching. He leaned in a bit closer, eyes boring into your own. “Well, is it truth?”

You nodded again, to which he leaned in even closer. His eyes didn’t look away from yours once, you were the one to turn your head. His hand delicately moving your face back to look at him. You barely had time to react before his lips were pressed against your own. A surprised moan slipping from your lips into the kiss. It was soft, his hand delicately caressing your cheek.

Sejanus deepened the kiss, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek as well. He moaned into the kiss, feeling a rush of emotions he had never experienced before. This was wrong, but it felt so right.

You pulled him in further, and he gladly followed. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth tasting the sweetness of your lips. As his tongue pressed against yours, his hands slid off your cardigan, revealing the soft material of your top underneath. He groaned into the kiss, feeling the heat between them growing stronger.

"Sejanus,” You mumbled against his lips, fingers clawing at his shirt.

Sejanus broke the kiss, breathing softly as he looked into your eyes. His heart racing, his body tingling with desire. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, for so long." You mumbled, brushing your lips against his. Sejanus smiled softly, relief flooding through him.

"Good" He leaned in to press another, this time firmer, kiss to your lips. His hands traced the outline of your waist, pulling you closer to him once more.

A soft moan that escaped your lips only served fuel to his desire. His tongue danced with yours again, his hand sliding up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your top. He groaned into the kiss, feeling as if he was going to lose himself.

"The bed,” You whispered, barely audible.

Sejanus broke the kiss once more, his breathing heavy as his eyes bore into yours. He asked, his voice rough with lust. "What?"

"I need you." You confessed, hands pulling at his shirt. He smiled and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his curls.

"I need you too." He whispered, his hands never leaving your body. With a gentle nudge, he guided you back towards the bed. His lips trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone as he helped you onto the mattress.

He traced slow patterns along your legs with his hands, never quite making contact with the pars of you that ached for him. Your eyes immediately flew to the crack in the door, you heart beating out of your chest. "Fuck, close the door."

His eyes flickered to the door before meeting yours once more. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. One hand slipped between you, finding the hem of your shirt and slowly pulling it upwards.

"Sej, the door." You whined, not wanting to get caught by one of the maids.

Sejanus broke the kiss again, this time pressing his forehead against yours. He stood up and reached for the door handle. He closed the door and flipped the lock with a nonchalant motion before returning to the bed, his gaze never leaving yours.

As you pulled your shirt off, Sejanus' eyes traced the movement before settling on your bare chest. His breath hitched slightly as he took in the sight of you.

"What?" You questioned, shyly covering yourself to which he pulled your hands away.

Sejanus shook his head slightly, trying to clear it. His hands traced light patterns along your skin before leaning down once more, this time pressing his lips to the soft flesh just below your earlobe. He breathed out, "Nothing, You're just... beautiful."

You squirmed under his touch, panties soaked through with a small wet patch. His hands travelled to pull off your shorts, fingers pulling at the elastic waistband of your panties.

"I'm so wet." You embarrassingly admitted, clenching your thighs closed so he couldn’t see your glistening cunt.

"Really?" He whispered, his hand sliding lower to explore the wetness between your legs. His thumb tracing soft circles around your clit before delving inside you.

"Sejanus wait!" You grabbed his wrist stopping him.

Sejanus froze for a moment, his eyes searching yours for guidance. His fingers still moving inside you as he asked, "Wait for what?"

"I wanna touch you first." You mumbled, looking into his deep brown eyes.

Sejanus smiled softly, his hand leaving you for a moment to gently tug off his belt. "Then let me help you," He whispered before guiding your hand to his cock, already half-hard.

As you spit in your hand, Sejanus watched with a mix of curiosity and need. He leaned down to kiss you softly, his tongue playing with yours as he felt your hand wrap around his length. He groaned softly into the kiss, hands bucking forward slightly as he felt the wet warmth of your hand on his hard length. He kissed you deeply, their tongues entwining as he rock against your hand.

"Good?" You asked, begging for reassurance.

Sejanus broke the kiss with a soft moan, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"So good," He whispered, his fingers finding their way back between your legs. "You're so wet and ready for me."

"Need your cock." You admitted, squeezing your thighs shut, to which his large hands spread back open.

Sejanus' breath caught in his throat at your words. He leaned down to kiss you again, "I want that too."

"Are you close?" You squeezed your hand tighter, sliding it up and down. A groan escaped his lips, curling his fingers inside of you. "Need you to come."

Sejanus' eyes darkened with desire. "You can have that and more." He whispered, his fingers slipping inside you. He thrusted his fingers slowly, his cock jerking against your hand as he felt your fingers squeeze him tighter.

"God your hands." You moan, walls clenching around his thick digits.

Sejanus' fingers found your sweet spot, his thumb brushing against your sensitive nub. "Tell me what you want," He whimpered into your ear, his hips grinding against your hand.

"Want you to cum." You whispered, begging him silently to come undone.

As he felt his orgasm building, he groaned softly int your ear. His fingers moving faster inside you as he bucked his hips into your hand with growing desperation.

"Please." You beg, your voice low and sultry.

With a hoarse groan, Sejanus' body tensed and his seed spilled out between your fingers, painting your palm with his release. His lips found yours again in a deep kiss.

"Sej--"

Sejanus let out a long sigh as he felt himself slowly coming down from his high. He watched as you licked his cum off your fingers.

"Sejanus, I want you to fuck me." Your eyes bore into his, a long pause between you. The air was thick but the silence was thicker.

"i want that too," He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Are you sure?"

"So sure." You nodded, leaning back on your elbows.

"Spread your legs for me," He ordered softly.

You whimpered slightly before spreading your legs for him, revealing your glistening wet cunt. Sejanus' eyes darkened with lust as he stared down at you.

"You are so beautiful," He breathed, his fingers tracing light patterns on your inner thighs.

"It's embarrassing." You whined, turning your head away from his gaze. You attempted to close your legs but he held them open.

Sejanus' lips curved into a tender smile

"Don't be embarrassed," He whispered, his fingers sliding between your legs to tease your entrance. He pushed his fingers inside of you slowly feeling you stretch around them.

"Sej, I wanted your cock not your fingers." You whine, not trying to act like a brat but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to feel him, not just his fingers.

"I need to stretch you first." He slowly thrusted his fingers back inside you, slipping in a third one. You squeezed your eyes shut, wondering how much more he’d stretch you than this.

"Don't care if it hurts." You huffed, grabbing his wrist trying to stop him, to which he was quick to pull your hand away.

Sejanus' eyes widened slightly at your response. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before pushing his fingers deeper inside of you.

"Don't you want it?” You ask, trying to convince him to skip the foreplay.

"Yes-- but I need to take care of you first." He assured you, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out. "I want this to be good for both of us."

"I don't want to cum on your fingers." You huffed, lying back on the pillow.

He smiled reassuringly, he continued to stretch you with his fingers. Gradually he increased the depth and speed of his thrusts. "Don't worry. we'll get to that soon enough."

"Wanna cum on your cock, Sej--" You whined, squeezing your thighs around his hand. His large hands spread your legs back open.

"I know you do," He murmured, pulling his fingers away and positioning himself at your entrance. He paused for a moment before slowly pushing inside of you.

Your back arched off the bed, a soft moan slipping from your lips. Sejanus watched as you arched your back, the bed creaking beneath you. He groaned deeply, his eyes locked on yours as he began to move inside of you.

"Oh my god, you're so big." The stretch burned, you didn’t expect him to stretch you this wide. You threw your head back, trying your best to accommodate his girth. A throaty moan ripping from your throat.

Sejanus' fingers dug into the sheets as he tried to maintain control. "I want this to be good for both of us," He gritted out, his hips beginning to move faster and harder.

"It's so good." You panted, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts.

He felt his body tense, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "You feel so good," He moaned, pressing deeper inside of you as he lost himself in the sensation.

"W-wait-- wait a second." You pant, pushing against his chest.

Sejanus' eyes flickered open as he felt you writhe beneath him. He pulled out, leaning back before asking "Are you okay?"

You turned onto your stomach, arching your ass into the air. Your glistening stretched cunt on display in front of him. "Fuck me like this."

He positioned himself behind you, his thick cock at your entrance. With a deep breath, he slid inside you once again, taking you in a powerful thrust that filled your needy pussy. His hips slapped against your ass with each powerful thrust. His hands found your hips, holding onto them as he took you harder and faster. He groaned, his body slamming against yours, hands groping the fat of your ass. His hand slid down to the arch of your back, pushing down causing you to moan out.

"Sejanus-- fuck!"

"Oh god," He moaned, his eyes closed as he felt his orgasm building up inside of him.

"Inside--" You beg, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. You whine at the way his large hands spread your ass.

With a deep groan, Sejanus pushed his cock into you one last time, his thick cock sliding deep inside pulsing and twitching with release. Your tight walls gripped his cock tightly as he emptied his seed into you.

"Yesss!" You whined out, gripping the sheets under you. You heard him pant above you, your cunt still stuffed full of his cock and cum. He leaned forward to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulders.

Feeling you whimper around his cock, Sejanus smiled softly. Gently pulling out his cock from your full cunt. "You okay?"

"Mhm" You hummed, panting into the pillow. Your body twitched in ecstasy, needing him inside you again.

His eyes searched your face for any signs of pain or discomfort but he only found pleasure and need. "You didn't cum?"

Sejanus' fingers spread your tight cunt, watching his cum spill out. His tongue went out to lick your cunt. Feeling your warm cunt, he knew couldn't hold back from tasting you. His tongue darted out to explore your sweetness, lapping up every drop of your juices.

"Ohh--" You gasp, arching your ass up further. Your fingers threading into the pillow, grabbing it for stability.

"The taste of you made his mouth water, he lapped at your sweet cunt like a starved man. As he continued to suck your sensitive clit, he slid two fingers into your wetness, massaging the spot that would make you cum. "I'll make sure you cum."

He groaned as your body shuddered and your cunt spasmed around his fingers. His hands were gentle yet firm. guiding you through the most intense orgasm of your life. As he watched your writhe, he couldn't help but grin in satisfaction. His mouth lingered by your ear, fingers still exploring your cunt. His voice was low as he whispered praises, "That's it."

"Sej-- oh!" His free hand tilted your head back, capturing your lips in a firm yet gentle kiss as he positioned his cock at your entrance again. "Wait--"

His cock slid back into your slick cunt, filling you to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming, but your cunt was practically sucking him in. "You're so tight."

"I can't-- c-can't take it." You gasp out, squeezing your eyes shut. The way his thick cock split you open.

But, he didn't slow. Instead, he shifted his position to slightly hit your sweet spot, and watched as you moaned and arched your back. He murmured approvingly, "You can."

"Fuck--"

Sejanus gripped your hips, cock bullying your insides. His cock pistoned in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again until you were crying out in pleasure. "Good girl"

"I can't,” You beg. Sejanus’ free hand entwined his fingers over yours. Leaning over your body, his hot breath fanning over the back of your neck.

"Yes, you can," He bit out between clenched teeth. His hips bucked wildly, driving himself deeper into you with each thrust.

"I-I'm so close." You felt the knot inside you tightening, ready to snap.

"I know you are," He groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. "Need to see your face when you cum undone."

Sejanus flipped you onto your back without pulling out. He held himself up on his arms, watching you eagerly.

"Spread your legs for me," He ordered, smirking when you instantly obeyed. You spread your legs showing him your raw fucked out pussy, stretched out from his fat cock.

With a slow, deliberated pace. He began to thrust in and out of your cunt again. Each of his thrusts sending pleasure through your body. His hands gripped at your hips as he leaned down to nip at your neck and earlobe.

"You like that, don't you?" He groaned, his voice thick with need. Feeling you nod against his chest, he increased the intensity of his movements. He cock pounding into you relentlessly, hitting the spot that made you cry out in pleasure.

"Sej--"

Sejanus didn't stop his thrusts, knowing that the quicker he fucked you, the quicker you'd cum. Your breaths came in short gasps as you tenses underneath him. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, scratching at his skin to pull him closer. The feeling of your nails and the way your walls squeezed him drove him to the brink of his orgasm.

You slid your hand down to your clit, his hips bucked needily against yours. Your eyes rolled back, your back arching off of the bed. Your nipples pressing into his, chest rubbing against each other.

"That's it," He breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Cum for me."

"Sejanus!" You cried out, your walls spasming around his hard length. Your tight cunt milked him mercilessly as wave after wave of pleasure consumed you.

Sejanus' body tensed and he let out a long, low groan as you clenched around him. His cock twitched inside you, his hot seed filled your cunt, overflowing. "So it was true."

"Yeah."

Sejanus smirked, "So you like me."

"Yeah, but you knew that.”

[yangjungwonisms]

Sunday Blues- YJW

warnings: NSFW| MDNI 18+

It was Sunday night at approximately 9:30 pm, to anyone else that just meant that yet another weekend was ending. For you and your boyfriend though, it meant that he was going to have to leave you for the week soon. Because of how busy he was during the week, you two were only able to actually physically be together during the weekend. This made the little time you two spent together even more special. But you missed him like crazy when he was gone. You felt bad because you knew it was stressful for him to be apart from you as well. You could tell something was off with him the whole day, you brushed it off not thinking much about it. Jungwon on the other hand was dragging his feet. He knew that logically he needed to head home so he was well rested for the coming week ahead. Except, the more the day went on the more his resolve was slipping. He always hated leaving you, but lately it was killing him. Being away from you was more stressful than work was, he needed to be able to come home to you at the end of his days or else he was going to go crazy.

Jungwon had decided by 9 that night he wasn’t going home that night. In fact, he wasn’t even going to work at all during this week. He had ulterior motives for taking the week off. The main reason was he just wanted to spend time with you. It had been many months since he had gotten to see you during the week. All he craved during his busy days was your presence. You were his biggest source of comfort and even though you two talked on the phone during the day and then while getting ready for bed at night he needed more. You two had already been together for over 2 years and it only made sense to be living together. Before work got so busy he and you were practically living together anyways. He had been working up the courage to ask you to move in with him. He wasn’t even sure why you two weren’t living together yet. Financially, it would make sense but it just hadn’t occurred. He wasn’t sure why exactly he was in such a mood that day. He assumed it was probably because it was yet another day he would have to leave you. He hated leaving you alone, knowing that even though you scarcely brought it up you were just as affected by his absence and he was by yours. He was starting to get worried about how it might affect the future of your relationship. The entirety of the day, he couldn’t be away from you. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you. Not that you were complaining given that you felt pretty much the same.

You two had just finished cleaning up from dinner when you noticed what the time was. “Wonie, it’s almost 10 shouldn’t you get going”? You shouted to him from the other room. But when you looked back at him he merely moved to stand up and walk over to you. He embraced you from behind immediately nuzzling his face into your neck. “Oh yeah, about that. I’m not going home”. His reply was so nonchalant that you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you. “Wonie, as much as I don’t want you to leave I really don’t want you to stay out too late when you have work in the morning”. At that he pulled your body closer to his letting out a frustrated sigh in the process. “Baby, don’t make me go. I can’t be away from you anymore. It hurts and I can’t do it anymore”. You felt your heart crack in half hearing how vulnerable he was being with you. “Oh, baby you know I don’t want you to go but what else can we do”? Jungwon felt a lightbulb go off in his head, he had been strategizing for weeks over when the best time to ask you would be, it was now. “You could move in with me”. He saw your eyes go wide, you felt kind of silly having never considered it all this time. It felt like such a simple solution to an otherwise difficult situation. You suppose you never wanted to get your hopes up. “Wait, are you serious”? You could tell he was dead serious but you still needed to hear him say it. “Oh baby, I’m so serious. Think about it, doesn’t it make more sense for us to live together? Atleast this way we get to see each other everyday. Think of all the fun we could have baby. Think of all the sex we could have. So much sex baby, come on please”. You hated to admit that the sex was a selling point. You two were plenty intimate in the little alone time you got, but you couldn't help but imagine how much fun it would be to be able to have each other whenever you wanted. “Shouldn’t we discuss this more won”. He knew he was going to have to work a little harder to convince you, fortunately he had been prepared for this exact thing.

Without another word he starts walking towards your bedroom pulling you to follow in tow. Once you had gotten into the room with him he was quick to close the door and push you up against it. He started an onslaught of dirty, wet kisses starting from the corner of your mouth moving down your neck leaving hickeys in his wake. He really wasn’t playing fair, because he knew the minute he started kissing you that the rest of your willpower would melt away. Only after he’s reduced you to a whimpering mess does he pull away. He walks away from you to stand in front of your mirror. He gestures for you to follow him over there. Once you heed his command he’s quick to settle himself directly behind you. He grabbed your chin tilting your head up to make eye contact with him in the mirror. “Pay attention to me baby”. At that his hands were all over you, making quick work of the bottoms you had on. Before he moved to do anything he brings two of his fingers up to your mouth. Without him even needing to tell you what to do, you take them into your mouth sucking on them just enough to get them wet. He moved his hand down your body at a torturously slow pace before he finally settled in between your legs. He doesn’t hesitate to ease both of his fingers into your cunt. He stills his movements for a minute allowing you time to get used to the stretch. He leans in ever so slightly, planting a small kiss on the shell of your ear before whispering “hm so good for me. You see what I’m doing right baby”? He paused expecting an answer from you but you were already too far gone. He moves to pull his hand out from in between your thigh earning a whine from you. “I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question baby. Rude girls don’t get fucked and you know that”. Mustering up every bit of concentration you have you answer “Mhm wonie, I see what you’re doing. Feels so good”. He seems appeased at that, continuing his movements immediately. “Could fuck you like this all the time if we lived together baby. You’d like that right”? Not wanting to give him any reason to stop touching you answer right away “Fuck, Jungwon I need you. Need you all the time. Wanna move in with you baby”. At that, he had gotten what he wanted, but he still felt like teasing you just a little bit more. “Hmm, you only wanna move in with me because you’re so cock hungry baby”. He was messing with you but you were so fucked out merely from his fingers that you couldn’t bring yourself to give a single shit about it. “No baby, wanna move in with you because I love you so much”. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. “Then prove it to me”.

With zero hesitation he pushes you down on your knees, he stands there staring at you expectantly as your hands move to start undoing his belt. Once you’ve taken his cock out of his pants and stroke him a few times you move to take him in your mouth, before you can do so he stops you “Gonna let me fuck your mouth baby”? He had a brief moment of nothing but pure fondness in his eyes reaching out to cradle your face “You’ll let me know if it’s too much okay”? Nodding your head you lean in to pepper kisses around the tip. It takes you a few minutes to take all of him in your mouth, stopping every couple of seconds to allow your breathing to even out. While you’re adjusting to him he takes the time to grab your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He starts thrusting in and out of your mouth at a shallow pace wanting to get used to the feeling of your mouth around him. It didn’t take long before he had both hands planted firmly in your hair while fucking your mouth at a faster pace. After about 10 minutes of holding himself back his demeanor was starting to slip. “Oh fuck baby. Fuck so good for me like always. Making me feel so loved right now watching you choke on me like this princess”. The closer he was to finishing the more erratic his breathing got. “Oh fuck baby, gonna make me cum. Gonna cum in your mouth and you’re gonna take it all”. Within seconds he was a moaning mess holding your head in place fucking himself through his orgasm.

He’s quick to get you off in a similar way, opting to push you down onto the bed and holding your hips down while going down on you. He makes you cum twice in the span of 10 minutes, knowing how close you were from when he was finger fucking you earlier. Once he has successfully gotten you off you think you’re finally going to get some rest. But you thought wrong because as soon as Jungwon moves out from between your thighs he crawls up to you on the bed. You can feel by the slow way he’s grinding onto your bare pussy that he’s nowhere near done with you. For a second you two just mindlessly hump each other easily getting worked back up. You were so caught up in how good you felt when you feel Jungwon push into you and bottom out immediately. Normally he takes a second to calm himself down so he wouldn’t cum right away. Today, he didn’t care about that, he needed to fuck you. The vigor in which he starts fucking into you has you seeing stars. You can’t do anything except hold onto him for dear life as he pounds into you at lightning speed. You know how worked up he is by how high pitched his moans were getting. “It’s good yeah baby”? You truly can’t respond, too fucked out by how hard your boyfriend is fucking you. “fuck me harder won please. Need it harder baby”. Instead of responding he repositions you, grabbing your legs and locking them behind his back. He takes a second steadying himself on the headboard before he’s fucking you so hard the headboard is quite literally banging into the wall with abandon. Maybe it was a good thing you were moving because you were sure your neighbors were going to be filing noise complaints after this. There were no more words spoken between you two until he reaches his orgasm barely pulling out of you in time to finish all over your stomach. By the end of it, he was moaning louder than you were, and he teased you for being loud. There’s no way you’d ever let him live this down.

It always amazed you how quickly he could switch back to his sweet and soft demeanor after having just committed such lewd acts. Despite all of what you two had just done, you still weren’t sure where you stood with moving in with him. He must feel the same because you both go to speak at the same time. You concede, allowing him the opportunity to speak first. “I really do wanna live with you baby. It’s the next big step in our relationship before marriage and I think we’re ready, don’t you”? You couldn’t have said it better yourself. “Okay baby, let’s do it. Let’s move in together”. Jungwon was so thrilled you agreed to move in with him that it took every ounce of self control he had to keep himself from starting to pack your things up then and there. You are only able to get him to hold off by promising him you’d both take the week off work and get moved in with each other as soon as possible. Despite all of that he had somehow convinced you to come back to his place with him. His reasoning was that he wanted you to feel as comfortable as you could since that was your place now too. You saw right through it, the real reason he wanted you to come back with him was so he could show you all of the places he wanted to fuck you once you moved in. He was even nice enough to give you a sneak peek in almost every room of the house. Let’s just say it was an exhausting evening for the two of you.

[quicksilver-castiel]

And finally they see Eye to eye

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims

Archive warnings: None

Rating: Teen and up

Summary:

When Martin goes on an extended weekend trip, that leaves Jon alone with the newest addition to their lives: Their cat Butterscotch. So far, the relationship between Jon and Butterscotch has been a little rocky. He isn't convinced that this weekend will change that, though for once he would be glad to be proven wrong.

Author's note:

This was written for @jonsimsandcats Day! Because there can never be enough stories with Jon and cats in them.

This is an AU and can technically be read as a continuation of In a cat's Eye, but all you need to know is that the boys are alive and well, still working for the Institute, and adopted a cat that's so, so normal, I prommy. :)

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“There’s stew in the fridge, and I bought those mini pretzels you like if you need a snack,” Martin said quickly as he put on his backpack. Jon watched him silently and patiently, knowing that he wasn’t done yet. “Oh, and there’s an open can of food for Butterscotch in the fridge as well, so don’t open a new one today. Um, there’s still some pizza in the freezer, but there’s also rice and veggies if you feel like cooking. I threw out the tuna because it was past the best before date and I know you always say it’s fine as long as it smells fine, but you really shouldn’t risk it.”

“Martin,” Jon interjected gently, trying to hold down a smile, “you’ll only be gone for three days. I promise I’ll manage not to starve.”

Martin didn’t look convinced. If anything, he just seemed more worried. “You’re very capable in a lot of ways, but historically, taking care of yourself has not been one of them.”

Jon rolled his eyes. It wasn’t that Martin was necessarily wrong. But he was being rude.

“I promise I’ll eat. And feed Butterscotch.” Jon grinned. “I know you would be more heartbroken if something happened to her than if it did to me.”

Martin scowled at him, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I don’t know, you’ve been spending a lot of time with her. When was the last time I got to sit in your lap?” Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was teasing, of course. Mostly.

Martin’s lap was rather comfortable, and he enjoyed being fully enveloped by his fiance’s body, held tightly to his chest by big arms.

Which was rather difficult to achieve when there was a cat contentedly purring in said spot.

Martin huffed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “At least try to get along while I’m gone, yeah?”

Jon shrugged. “I’m not the problem. Butterscotch simply isn’t a fan of me.”

“Well, it’s the perfect opportunity for you to get some bonding time in.” Martin checked his watch, and cursed under his breath. “Shit, I need to go. See you on Sunday.”

“Have a good trip.” Jon gladly accepted the goodbye kiss Martin gave him before turning towards the door. “Text me when you get there.”

“The internet might be spotty, but I’ll try to send something. Bye!” With that, Martin was out of the door, off to the great adventure of a hiking trip on the Western coast.

Jon sighed as he thought of the days ahead of him. He was meeting Georgie on Saturday for a few hours, but apart from that, he would be alone.

Well, there was Butterscotch.

Jon sighed again. This would be a long weekend.

Jon approached the cat tree slowly, broadcasting his intentions. Butterscotch had already noticed him, her ears twitching in his direction every time his cane hit the linoleum floor, but it took a moment for her to turn her working eye on him.

The other eye was gone, scars running over that side of her face where another cat had attacked her. There was some sort of poetic irony in two followers of the Eye adopting a cat who had lost one of her eyes, Jon thought, though he supposed that might have been part of what had drawn Martin to the little furball.

Butterscotch regarded Jon haughtily from the top of what Martin called her throne, which considering what they had paid for the bloody thing, wasn’t all too far from the truth.

“Well,” Jon said as he stopped far enough away from the tree for Butterscotch not to be able to claw him while sitting on it. “I suppose now it’s just us.” He raised the bag of treats he had brought, and shook it.

Butterscotch’s ears perked up, and she looked down at Jon’s hand.

Jon smiled. “Didn’t expect to get treats from me, huh? Well, Martin isn’t here to spoil you, so someone has to.”

Butterscotch kept watching, her one eye darting from the packaging to the little nuggets Jon shook out into his palm.

He spread a few of them out over the cat tree so Butterscotch would have to climb a bit to get them. Then he put a handful into the toy specifically designed to make it challenging to get them out.

Finally, he straightened again, looking up at the queen herself.

“Well?” he said.

Butterscotch’s tail moved slightly, visible beyond the platform she was lying on. Apart from that, she made no move to leave her throne.

“You’re a tough nut to crack, huh.” Jon took out a few more treats, then returned the package to its usual (cat-proof) spot.

Afterwards, he sat down on the sofa, and waited.

And waited.

Butterscotch had put her head back onto her paws, but she was watching him with slow blinks, as though she wasn’t quite sure yet what his angle was.

“You know, it’s good that you like him so much. If you didn’t, Martin would only be blaming himself for it,” Jon rambled. “But it wouldn’t hurt for you to trust me a little more, you know.”

Really, if Butterscotch hadn’t liked Martin, then she would likely still be at the shelter, and her name would still be Tart.

Jon wasn’t even sure why he was talking to Butterscotch in the first place. Maybe he was subconsciously trying to make her get used to his voice.

Or maybe he had simply been lonely since Martin had walked out the door. Oh, good Lord, that would be pathetic.

“Martin says that we're similar, but I don’t really think so.” Jon leaned his chin in his hand, his elbow digging into his good leg. “At least I didn’t immediately see how lovely Martin is, while you realised it seemingly at first glance.” Jon hummed. “Then again, when he first met you, he didn’t immediately start talking about a dog.”

Butterscotch's tail swished a little more erratically, and her little face seemed to scrunch up in distaste. Jon was probably imagining it. There was no way that a cat could have understood his words, right?

“Well, Martin isn’t always right. He keeps comparing me to cats, anyway, when I'm clearly human.” 

Butterscotch just kept blinking at him, looking unimpressed.

Jon pursed his lips. “Or something like it. No need to look so judgemental.”

Jon was arguing with a cat. Great.

Maybe Martin had been right to be worried about him, after all.

Sighing, Jon leaned back on the sofa, his eyes falling closed. After such a long time of being, and living, together, he supposed he had not just gotten used to Martin’s presence. Rather, he seemed to have become reliant on always having someone to talk to, and on the steady, warm presence of another body at his back, big arms circled around him…

Jon shivered, a sudden cold draft making him rub his arms. When he opened his eyes, hugging himself, he checked the window, but it was firmly closed.

Butterscotch didn’t move, but her ears flicked in the direction Jon looked, possibly alert in case Jon had seen anything she hadn’t.

Jon sighed. “Sorry, wrong alarm,” he said, getting up from the sofa.

It wasn’t a cold draft from outside, though it certainly didn’t help that spring was only coming around tentatively, where each warmer day was chased by at least three days of icy rain. It was already April, but Jon wouldn’t have been surprised if they would get sleet again.

Luckily, Jon was prepared to fight the cold, even all alone as he was. It was only a few steps to the bedroom, after all, where they had an entire wardrobe of warm clothes. Martin’s sweaters were always especially nice, big and soft, not unlike his hugs.

Before Jon could open the wardrobe, though, he spotted something on the neatly made bed. There was Jon’s pyjama on his side, of course, but also a purple patch of cloth on Martin’s side.

As he picked it up, Jon realised that it was one of Martin’s sweaters. The one he had bought a few years ago, a suspiciously short amount of time after Jon had told him that boysenberry was his favourite colour.

The sweater wasn’t quite boysenberry, but close enough. Jon ran a hand over the fabric, which was well-worn and soft. Martin had worn the sweater the previous day, and must have forgotten to put it in the hamper.

Jon was alone, he knew that, but he still sneaked a glance around the room before burying his nose in the sweater. It smelled like Martin, and tea, not that the latter wasn’t already inextricably connected to Martin in Jon’s mind.

Come to think of it, Jon could do with a cuppa. His tea was never quite as good as Martin’s, of course, though he could never figure out what he did wrong. Maybe it was just the fact that he had made it himself that caused his brain to interpret it differently.

After pulling the sweater over his head, Jon padded to the kitchen, where he put on the kettle. Butterscotch showed her face for a moment when the water started boiling, but withdrew quickly when she realised that it was not her beloved Martin making that familiar noise.

By the time Jon was carrying his mug into the living room, Butterscotch was munching away on the last treat from her cat tree. Jon still had a few treats in his pocket, but instead of coming to him, Butterscotch moved on to her toy.

Jon settled back on the sofa with his tea, one of their warmest blankets, and the book he was currently reading. Well, trying to read. The premise had sounded interesting enough, but Jon struggled to keep his focus, feeling like he had read something similar before, and appalled by the casual cruelty of some of the characters.

It was probably realistic, Jon thought, though that only made it more depressing.

Jon was scowling at yet another scene of two characters he cared little about making out when he felt a slight dip in the sofa next to him. Turning his head, he spotted Butterscotch, who had jumped up next to him to sniff at his sweater.

She meowed.

“It smells like him, doesn’t it?” Jon reached out to pet her, but Butterscotch ducked away. Sighing, he withdrew his hand, settling it on his leg.

Again, Butterscotch leaned in close, and sniffed at his wrist this time. Or at about where the wrist was buried under the long sleeves of the sweater. Jon had already pulled them up a little so his hands weren’t covered, but the fabric kept slipping back over his palms, leaving only his fingers pointing out of the bulging fabric like-

Jon swallowed, trying to chase away the comparison between his own hand and a spider. It didn’t work, not when the skin on that hand was still streaked with white lines like the fine threads of a spider web-

A loud meow pulled Jon out of his panicked thoughts. He looked at the cat, and something about her calm gaze and the relaxed movements of her tail made him realise that there was no danger here.

He looked down at his hand. It was just a human hand. Burned, sure, but it had — Jon moved his arm so the sweater pulled back from his thumb — five fingers. Not eight spindly legs which could have made it scuttle off into dark corners.

Jon shook his head at himself. The image of his hand moving on its own should have been ridiculous, not scary, he decided. He tried to imagine it like that hand from The Addams Family — Martin had shown him the films and the show from the late ‘90s. Jon vaguely remembered the show having been on air when he had been a teenager, but he hadn’t watched much television at the time, having been far too prone to wandering off.

There was another meow, and then a little nose brushed against Jon’s hand. Butterscotch sniffed him, and apparently decided this time that he was worth her attention, since she proceeded to rub her little head against his fingers.

“Martin has been gone half an hour, and already you’re lonely, huh,” Jon teased, and considered petting her. But he didn’t want to chase her off. “Well, I’m not really one to talk, of course.”

Butterscotch rubbed the side of her body against his hand — and went to sniff at his trouser pocket.

“Ah, so that’s what you want.” With a sigh, Jon pulled a couple of treats out of his pocket. “I should have known.”

He thought about trying to train Butterscotch to do tricks for the treats, but ultimately decided against it. Not only was it not worth the effort when Butterscotch would simply be ignoring him again once Martin was back. Jon was also reluctant to make a creature who was smaller than him and who he had power over jump through metaphorical hoops just for his entertainment.

“You’re a pretty girl, you know that?” he whispered when Butterscotch munched on the treats he held out in his palm. A smile flitted over his face. “Of course you know that. Martin keeps telling you, doesn’t he?”

Butterscotch looked up at him while cracking a treat between her teeth. Tentatively, Jon reached out to pet her. To his surprise and delight, she accepted the attention, only moving to get another treat.

Jon continued to pet her, his fingers carding through the ginger fluff. The colour always reminded Jon of Martin’s hair, only that Butterscotch’s coat was not as curly. It was soft, though, and Jon especially enjoyed scratching her little head.

Butterscotch also seemed to enjoy it, which was a nice change of pace from her usual behaviour towards him.

It wasn’t as though she was ever aggressive towards him, but mostly, her attitude was that towards the annoying boyfriend of a friend: Jon was a necessarily evil she had to endure to be around Martin, and she would be civil to him, but no more.

Well, perhaps now she was learning that he wasn’t as annoying as she had imagined.

Or perhaps she was simply desperate.

“Such a pretty lady,” Jon cooed. “When you’re being affectionate like this, I would almost say that you’re cuter than the Admiral. Don’t tell him or Georgie that I said so, though.”

Butterscotch’s eye was fixed on him now, and Jon had the odd thought that her gaze had focused at the mention of the Admiral. There seemed to be some calculation, or perhaps disdain, in her expression at hearing about another cat.

Which was silly, of course. She couldn’t possibly understand what he was talking about.

Butterscotch meowed, and turned, almost as though making a point. The more likely explanation was that she had finished her treats and was tired of Jon’s attention, though he still couldn’t shake the odd thought that she was miffed about him mentioning another cat.

“Sorry,” he said, illogically. “I’m not like Martin. You’re not the first cat I let into my heart.”

Butterscotch looked back at him where she had been walking towards her cat tree, seeming almost reproachful. Then she continued her trek, and made the few jumps up to her throne.

Jon made a thoughtful noise. “I feel like I was better at being the step dad than I am at being a real cat dad.”

Butterscotch meowed again, sounding to be in agreement.

“Thank you, daughter,” Jon said dryly. “You know, the easiest solution to this would be for you to meet your step brother and learn to love him.”

Butterscotch made a disgruntled sound.

“Alright, yes, that may have been wishful thinking. But I had to try.”

Jon wondered what Martin would say if he heard him talking to the cat. Martin did it often enough himself, but Jon always teased him for it, so he expected Martin to do so in return.

Jon let his head fall onto the back of the sofa, then angled it so he was looking at Butterscotch. “We’re one odd little family, aren’t we?”

Butterscotch meowed, and started licking her front paws.

Jon hummed. “Martin already taught you to wash your hands after eating. He’s a good father.”

Another meow. Jon picked up his phone from the coffee table.

Our little girl is being very vocal with me today. His thumb hovered over the send icon for a moment before he finally pressed it.

It took almost no time at all for Martin to react with a heart emoji. He sent back: 

I’m on the train

Already missing you two tbh

Jon smiled. “Daddy says he misses us,” he said absent-mindedly.

Butterscotch made a sound almost like a coo.

We miss you too, he wrote back. Don’t fall into the sea.

Martin reacted with a salute emoji.

Will do my best, he sent. Then he added: Tim is being annoying

Jon grinned. Martin had probably sent that less for complaining and more for annoying Tim back, who must be trying to see his text conversation.

Tell him that historically, annoying your boss’ fiance has not been seen as a smart move.

Martin typed, then stopped. Started typing again. Finally, he sent: He says you text like a boomer

Jon sniffed indignantly. Tell him he texts like a fourth grader.

A soft sound made him look up from his phone, and he spotted Butterscotch coming back towards him, having jumped down from her cat tree again. With a meow like she was announcing her intentions, she jumped up on the sofa, and pushed her little face close to the phone screen.

“Do you know that daddy is on the other side?” Jon teased, running a hand through her fur

Butterscotch meowed again, and touched the phone — fortunately gently, without claws.

Taking advantage of the situation, Jon opened the camera app, and switched to selfie mode.

The result wasn’t particularly good, but then Jon’s selfies never were. At least part of Jon’s face was visible behind Butterscotch, and the cat looked almost regal.

Did I mention that we miss you? Jon captioned the photo when sending it to Martin.

There was an almost immediate heart-eyes emoji reaction, and then Martin started typing.

Aw, two cuties <3, he finally sent.

Jon sighed. Martin had a rather warped sense of aesthetic. Surely, no one else could have considered Jon ‘cute’.

“Your daddy is such a weirdo”, he told Butterscotch, scratching behind her ears. “We’re lucky to have him.”

Butterscotch meowed in apparent agreement.

Jon smiled. Perhaps the cat and him could manage to bond, after all.

If only over both of them loving Martin.

[maybege]

What If - Part Two

Summary: Your alpha invites you to spend the night with him.

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.5k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, size kink (Paz is big-big), finger sucking (again lol), oral fixation maybe, oral sex (f receiving), use of a blindfold, crying during sex (the good kind!), overstimulation (a little?), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk and loving verbal humiliation,

Happy Weekend! If you follow me on tumblr, you might already know that I had to split Part 2 into two due to its size (pun intended), so this is technically Part 2.1 and basically just porn, so beware. I really enjoyed reading your comments both on Tumblr and AO3 and I am looking forward to seeing your reactions to this part, too! (Also I promise the comment reblogs on tumblr are coming, I just need to recover from TTPD).

Again: Just a little reminder, that this is not strictly adhering to canon and I am just roughly imagining what actually happened during these episodes.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Considering how intimately you had gotten to know Paz Vizsla, you were surprised by how nervous you were about the thought of seeing him again.

The next day had you feeling skittish, even feeling a little uneasy. You knew that the clans were going into negotiations. Though they called it strategy meetings, everybody who could think two steps ahead knew that this was the first hurdle when it came to the clans working together.

Briggs had been tense at the first meal of the day, already suspecting that it would end in a debacle and now here you were, helping to take an inter-clan inventory of supplies for when worst came to worst.

Until a giant shadow fell over you.

“Calm me.”

“What?” you looked up at the armoured alpha, the one you had not seen at all this morning.

“Calm me,” he repeated and you saw how his gloved hands had clenched into fists, “I am this close to bashing that di’kut’s head in and I am not sure how beneficial that would be for our inter-clan relations.“

You smiled, somehow doubting that he was truly considering violence against Axe Woves (because there was no question he was talking about him) but, as his calmer, it was your duty to take all hints seriously. And if this wasn’t a hint, then you did not know what was.

“I can’t just,” you paused, searching for the proper words since the foundlings were not too far away, “calm you out here in the open.”

Paz tilted his head. “Calming isn’t about the sex, love, it's about the scent,” he grunted before tugging his scarf down. “I am asking you to scent me.”

Somehow that kind of request made you even more nervous. You had not seen his skin the day before but now the sliver of tan that was revealed to you made your heart skip a beat. You stepped against him, ignoring your shaking hands as you stood on your tiptoes and ran your nose over his neck.

Breathing in his scent, you found he smelled just as good as he did last night, of spice and smoke and something woodsy that made you want to close your eyes and think of spending a day between the trees. You repeated the movement, your nose brushing against the spot just under his ear and he groaned. The sound, low and deep, made you tremble.

Faintly, you could feel him shift until his hand landed on your lower back and pulled you closer. His skin was hot, heated by the fabric and you closed your eyes. You stood so close to him you felt engulfed by his presence, by his scent. Forgotten was the inventory, forgotten were the meetings you were supposed to attend today. All you wanted to do was to scent him, to coax his scarf down just a little more, to see if you could feel any stubble on his jaw or maybe even a beard.

“Stars, ‘mega,” you heard him growl, his voice so close to your ear it sent a rush of need through you.  

When you pulled away you felt intoxicated, a little less inhibited. Paz smelled so much better now that he had a hint of you on him, you found, and you made a mental note to keep up this scenting practice for as long as he would let you.

“So … no sex then,” you concluded, trying to keep your sadness out of your voice. But of course, the man in front of you caught it like he seemed to catch everything about you.

“Disappointed?”

You avoided his visor, hoping that he could not see the way you tried to squeeze your thighs together.

“I keep thinking about last night,” he revealed, “Keep thinking about how tight you gripped me, how you opened up for me, how you looked sitting on my cock. Did you think about it?”

You nodded. “I did.”

“Hm,” he replied, “And what did you like about it, omega? What do you like about me?”

“I like how much bigger you are,” you confessed in a whisper, “I wondered …”

“Wondered what?” he asked, his hand pulling you closer, “Tell me, omega.”

“I wondered what it would be like to be underneath you,” you continued, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

His thumb rubbed over the inside of your wrist, scenting you, “Did anyone ever take you from behind?”

Your silence was answer enough.

“Here is what we are going to do,” he rumbled, then, “You are coming to my bunk tonight. You will bring nothing but your softest robe, your favourite snack. I want you naked when I arrive, understand? Naked and waiting for me. I will put a blindfold on you, and then I am going to put my mouth on that little pussy of yours. How's that sound?”

“Good.”

“That is what I like to hear. And after I made you come on my tongue, I am going to position you just like this.” He turned you around, your back to his chest, “You will be flat on your belly, little one, I will spread your legs and then I am going to fuck you from behind until all you can say is my name.”

Your breathing picked up, heart rate as well. Felt your pussy weep at his words and even though he wore his helmet, your head lolled to the side, enabling him to scent you if he could.

“Will you …”

“Will I what?”

“Will you come inside me again?”

“Do you want me to?”

Nodded, embarrassed but nodded. He chuckled, low and dark, his finger tipping your chin up, “Then I will, sweet omega. I will come inside you. If you stay the night, I might just put you on my cock and come inside you again sometime during the night, fill you up real good. Would you like that?”

“Stars yes.”

*

You could not focus the rest of the day, your thoughts plagued by a large blue figure.

You were so flustered, in fact, that Chants kept asking you what was wrong and you were not brave enough to tell him. Until you looked at Paz one too many times and your best friend put two and two together.

“I didn’t see you last night after the fire,” he noted, his voice way too innocent for your liking, “How was it? Do you like the alpha you are paired with? What was his name again – Wizz… Wizz-something?”

“Vizsla,” you corrected him before you knew better, “Paz Vizsla.”

By now, you knew your friend long enough to know when he was teasing you. And the twinkle in his eyes told you that Chants was in teasing mode. “He is quite big, isn’t he?”

You swallowed, trying to focus on the bandages you were rolling up. “Yeah, he is.”

“Is he big … everywhere?”

“Chants!”

“What?” he laughed, avoiding the bundled-up wool that flew his way, “A friend can ask. “

“How about you tell me how it is going with Djarin?”

“Oh we are doing just fine,” he chirped, winking at you, “Though I spend my night in my own bunk.”

“I was in my own bunk, too,” you protested, hoping he did not notice how flustered you were.

“Yeah, after your alpha brought you home,” he replied easily, counting a stack of jars, “And left his cape for you.”

“He smells good …”

“Oh no doubt,” he smirked, “And what was this morning about, then? Him having you scent him out in the open?”

You did not have an answer to that.

“I’m just saying,” he shrugged, “I don’t think any of the other alphas left their capes for their calmers. Maybe something is different about you two?”

And though you had to force yourself not to answer, you could not help but spend the rest of the day daydreaming about what it could be like to be Paz Vizsla’s omega.

*

Paz did not have one of the tents that were attributed to the warriors. Instead, he had his own little room in one of the ships. You knew it spoke to his high position in the clan that he got these private quarters and it felt strangely intimate that he allowed you in here on his own.

Just like he had promised, a blindfold was waiting for you. And next to it, a hastily scribbled note. Get comfortable, it said, and by that I mean get naked.

With a grin, you let your eyes roam around the room and land on a bowl of fruit on the table. Had he gotten them for you? Your chest felt strangely warm at the thought and your heart raced as you popped one of the sweet berries into your mouth. Outside, the sun was lowering in the sky, you knew he would be here soon. And you had been up a long time already, too, you could feel the ache in your limbs as you sat down on the mattress.

You squeaked in surprise when you sank in way more than you had expected. Testing the softness, you found that not only was his bedding incredibly soft, no, but the mattress was much softer than the standard issue as well. Inevitably you smiled at the realization that Paz Vizsla just kept on surprising you. Your big warrior was a big teddy bear.

You took a deep breath and then slipped out of your dress, the cool air brushing over your bare skin. Standing completely naked in a strange room made you feel a little uneasy. After all, you were not familiar with your surroundings and what if you accidentally had walked into someone else's room who had the same arrangement with their calmer?

Noticing how ridiculous your panic got, you rushed onto the bed before you could change your mind. You pulled the soft covers over your legs and relished in how they smelled just like him. Then you took the blindfold – it just as soft to the touch and you wondered if it was made from the same material as his bedding – and tied it around your head. Darkness immediately enveloped you, making you feel more nervous and, at the same time, calm.

Lying down slowly, you curled up under the heaps of blankets that soon warmed from your presence.

And before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep-

The rush of cold air through the open door barely woke you up. You felt disoriented and it took you a moment to remember that you had a blindfold on and that you were in Paz’s room, not your own. But if the door opened that meant someone was here and you were no longer alone. Every muscle in your body was tense as you debated with bated breath whether you should rip off the blindfold now or wait. Under no circumstances did you want to risk offending Paz but you also did not want to risk being subjected to someone who had no business being here.

“It is me, omega, you are safe.”

His deep voice had you relaxed immediately.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice coming closer, “Are you comfortable?”

Stretching your arms above you, you did your best to suppress a yawn. “Your bed is softer than I expected, alpha,” you teased, “I half thought I might be in the wrong room.”

“Nah,” his chuckle got overshadowed by the metallic clink of his armour landing on … the floor? The table? You were not quite sure but your main takeaway was that he was getting rid of said armour. Paz Vizsla was undressing for you. “Believe it or not I actually like soft things, too.”

“They would be great to build a nest with,” you mumbled as you ran your hands over the fabric. But when you realized what you said, you froze. Had you really said that? Out loud? You hated that you could not see his reaction, whether his body tensed or he was trying to hide a grimace behind his helmet. All you could hear were his quiet breaths until the mattress dipped and he was sitting right next to you.

His scent was stronger, and unfiltered, making his proximity to you that much more exciting because he did not smell displeased. On the contrary.

“I bet,” he replied quietly, his voice a low growl. Warm, big hands found your calves under the blanket, slowly making their way up, “I bet you make the loveliest nests, omega.”

The odd (not odd, your brain provided, intimate) compliment still made your skin flush. Because all it made you think about was what it would be like to share your nest with him. Glorious, was the answer. It would be glorious.

“They aren’t too bad,” you admitted with a shrug, shivering when his fingers dug into your thighs for a brief moment, “I always get the really nice blankets from the market.”

You gasped when the blankets were pulled away, the cool air on your skin immediately replaced with his warm body. He hummed, his body weight settling over you. With so much naked skin against yours, you could hardly focus. He felt just as huge as he had looked yesterday and when he rested half-hard against your thigh, you squirmed.

“Maybe I can see your nests, one day,” he suggested lowly, his mouth brushing over your jaw and down your neck. His mouth brushing over your scent gland had your entire body jolt at the sensation, your blood thrumming with need. “When we have reclaimed Mandalore.”

You were so nervous, you did not know what to say. So your brain came up with the next best thing: Small talk. “I have never been to Mandalore before. Have you?”

“Grew up there,” he explained, nipping at your neck, “Until the – until then.”

You nodded, the pain in his voice enough to tell you that he had lived it all. It made you wonder how old he was – not old enough to have fought in there, surely, but maybe … clearly old enough to have vivid memories of that night. Your heart ached for him and you tilted your head up, a happy sigh escaping you when you got to brush your nose along the entirety of his throat.

Paz relaxed into you, his woody scent enveloping you both.

“That’s not what we are here for now, though, are we?”

His grip was tight on your jaw, strong enough to make sure you could not turn away from him and you could feel his eyes burning into you. You shook your head, nervously swallowing as your body already reacted to his words.

“Remind me again,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing over yours, “What are we here for, sweet omega?”

“You, uh, you …”

“Yes?”

You squirmed, embarrassed.

“Someone too shy to say it?” he teased you, the slight mocking undertone making you wetter than you wanted to admit. How did this man have this effect on you?

“That’s alright,” he said after a beat, “I can say it for you.”

“I am going to eat you out,” he whispered as if it were a secret between you, “I am going to feast on this pussy and then I am going to take you from behind and fill you up like you asked me to, omega. You will wake up tomorrow with so much come between your legs, there is no doubt who filled you up.”

You pressed your thighs together, trying to satiate the pulsing need in your core. “Alpha,” you whispered, unsure of what to say other than just beg him to take you.

“I am going to kiss you now, okay?”

He chuckled at your eager nod before fully pressing his lips to yours.

You were overwhelmed by the sensation. It had been so long since you had been kissed and Paz was a good kisser. The best kisser, actually, who seemed to know just what you needed. His stubble scratched your chin when his teeth dug into your bottom lip, pulling on it until you whimpered. The sting was quickly soothed by his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with yours. Your hands found the back of his head, too, playing with the short hairs there and his chest rumbled.

He dominated the kiss effortlessly and you let him, relaxing into the bed and wrapping your legs around him. The unmistakable shape of his cock twitched against your folds and could not resist the urge to grind against him.

Moans escaped both of you. “Fuck,” he hissed when he pulled away. Heavy breaths washed over your face and he rested his forehead against you, “Omega, you have no idea how much I needed you today. I was this close just calling you for the talks …”

“Why didn’t you, then?” you asked, surprised to find yourself disappointed, “I am your calmer after all.”

Paz was silent for a moment as he dropped kisses along your neck and further down. Big hands were on your chest, cupping your tits and wasting no time to pinch your nipples. Just lightly at first, plucking at them before his fingers grew a little rougher. You gasped, arching your back off the bed and towards his mouth. Paz’s body vibrated.

“I don’t know,” he finally answered, his tongue darting out to lick over your nipple, “The thought that all these other alphas get to see you look so pretty when I make you feel good …” he trailed off, his fingers tightening their pinch on your nipple and the pleasure mixed with a delicious level of pain. “I wanted you all for myself before we see Mandalore.”

“Now be a good girl for me and play with your tits,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for questions and you followed. For a moment, you mourned his absence but that did not last long when you felt his hands on your ankles, untangling your legs from his back and folding them to your chest.

Your breath stuttered. With your knees by your ears, you could feel the cool air on your most intimate part and not only that.

You felt exposed and vulnerable but also more turned on than ever. The knowledge that Paz could and probably was looking at you like this, his eyes on your glistening folds, sent another wave of heat through you. Your pussy pulsed and he must have seen it because he let out the lowest groan, causing your walls to clench again.

The sudden presence of his finger made you flinch in surprise and he pauses, the pad of his finger resting just above your clit. “This okay, omega?” he asked.

The smell of his arousal was already in the air but something in his tone still reassured you that he would stop, no questions asked, if you needed him to. And this sense of safety just added to your excitement.

“Yes, alpha,” you breathed, leaning your head back against the pillows.

“Good,” he rumbled, a second and third finger following before you could feel him slowly push inside you. The bed dipped and shifted underneath you as you both adjusted.

“What a beautiful pussy,” he mused, his thumb coming up to rub a circle over your clit and you whimpered, “Could stare at her all night long.”

“P-Paz, please.”

“What is it, little one?” he asked, his thumb steadily running over your clit, sending pulses through your entire body. But with how he had folded you in – “Use your words.”

“You just love to embarrass me, don’t you?” you blurted out, positively surprised at how put together you still sounded. Though you could not deny the breathlessness in your voice, either from excitement or arousal or both you could not say, but who could blame you when you had this massive man above you, playing with your pussy like it was his favourite meal?

“I do,” he agreed and could feel his breath on your folds, the breadth of his shoulder between your legs as he slowly thrust his fingers in you, “Something about corrupting a sweet innocent omega like you makes my cock so hard.”

He licked a broad stripe up your pussy, from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes widened and your body bowed off the bed, your legs trying to close on him but the massive size of his body did a good job preventing it.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” he growled, before pressing a chaste kiss to your clit. “You better keep your legs right where I put ‘em, omega, or at the next meeting I am gonna keep you on your knees and have you cockwarm me with that pretty mouth of yours, understood?”

You forced your trembling hands behind your knees, pulling them to your chest and opening yourself up for him. “Sorry alpha,” you stuttered out. The image his words had conjured up in your head made you clench and you were sure he had seen it.

His hands tightened their grip on your body and his thumbs spread your folds for him as he went down on you like a man dying of thirst. You would have felt oddly exposed to him if it had not been for his tongue and his lips being everywhere, driving you absolutely crazy.

He expertly sucked on your clit until you were sure that not only had you ruined his sheets but that it would only be one more second before you came. But then, he switched back to your entrance, running his tongue along your folds, pressing kisses everywhere until your arousal was at a steady thrum – still pleasant but nowhere near the edge where you had been before. Then returned to your clit, making you see stars before switching back to the rest of you.

Only when you could feel him smiling against your thighs did you realize he was doing it on purpose.

Tears collected in the corners of your eyes, you were that desperate to come. “P-please, alpha,” you gasped out, gripping your knees hard so as to keep to his instructions. Surely, if you did everything he told you to he would reward you. You had been good for him after all …

“Please what?” he mocked you, “What do you need, sweetheart, tell me?”

“Please let me come,” you mumbled, a little flustered.

“Look at that,” he marvelled, “Yesterday you weren’t sure whether you could come on my fat cock, and now you are begging me to let you come on my tongue.” Another well-placed opened-mouthed kiss against your clit and you broke apart.

“Please!” You sobbed, tears now soaking the blindfold, “Please alpha, I will be so good, I promise, you – I will let you do anything just p-please …”

His ministrations paused and the lack of touch almost broke you.

“Are you crying, omega?” he asked, his voice strangely rough. The movement made his stubble brush over the sensitive skin of your hips.

Your cheeks flared with heat in embarrassment but you nodded nonetheless. “It just feels o good,” you admitted in a whisper.

Paz let out a long breath, even that stimulated your clit until you were squirming in his hands. “Fuck,” he murmured, his warm forehead falling onto your lower belly, “that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.”

And then he let you come. He made you come.

His lips closed around your clit and all the tricks he pulled out before, he let them play out fully. With your hips grinding against his face, seeking to get closer to him, Paz had his hands holding you still, steadily spreading you for him until you were crying into the cool air.

Even after the first waves of pleasure had rolled over you, the alpha between your thighs did not cease his movements. His mouth got gentler as he licked all that you gave him and sometimes you swore you could feel him hum in satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he praised you quietly and despite everything, you felt yourself flush in arousal at his praise, “You did so good for me.”

Completely out of breath, you felt like you had just experienced one of those training sessions Chants did in the warrior section and that you usually admired from afar.

“Stars,” you breathed, your hands letting go from their grip on your knees. Your legs ached from how you held them for so long and you winced at the movement. Paz was there though, his hands running over your skin and gently helping your legs down before pressing kisses to your thighs.

“You did so good for me,” he repeated affectionately, “’m so proud of you, sweetheart. Using your words, following my instructions.”

“I want a kiss,” was all you could say and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a kiss that had you sighing against him, melting even more into the sheets.

“Thank you,” he whispered against you, his forehead touching yours, “For wearing a blindfold, for allowing me to pleasure you.”

Upon his soft-spoken, honest words, all you could say was, “I can’t speak.”

For a moment, you wondered whether he would misunderstand your lack of response as a lack of reciprocity. But he didn’t. Of course, he didn’t. Paz helped you wrap your arms around his neck, his large hand pressing yours to his nape for a moment before letting you go. Without wasting a moment, you buried your head in his neck, scenting him for all you were worth. You wanted to tell how you felt like you were gloating, how happy you were right now right here.

And despite the lack of words, it seemed to work. His big hand slipped to your back, holding you to him as he leaned back, pulling both of you into a sitting position on the bed.

“Then I did a good job,” he joked. Playfully you slapped him on the chest or at least you planned to but his hand caught yours, gripping your wrist and pinning it to your back. None of it was painful, none of it strict. More … slow and deliberate and loving when his fingers brushed over your wrist gently. This was how he was, it occurred to you, that Paz Vizsla did not need to secure his dominance in any sudden way because he was secure in his dominance. It was never even a question for him whether he would be able to pleasure you. The realization made you even wetter and within moments, it had you forgetting the way he had made you come so undone you did not want to think about being touched again.

“You tasted even sweeter than I imagined,” he revealed with his lips brushing over your cheek.

The whispered compliment made you shift in his lap, causing his hard cock to rub against your folds. A flush went through your body and you tried to shift again, this time getting his shaft to burhs over your clit and you gasped.

“Already?” he teased you, “What a needy little slut I got for myself.”

His fingers returned and you opened your mouth willingly. Just like they did the day before, his fingers moved in and out of your mouth at a slow and deliberate pace, and just like you had done yesterday, you sucked them into your mouth with an eagerness that you were no longer ashamed to showcase for him.

“I promised you I would fuck from behind, didn’t I?” his voice was rough from arousal, his pointer finger pushing down on your tongue.

“Uh-huh”, you swirled your tongue around his fingers, hoping to convey just how much you wanted that.

“Can't wait to work my cock in you again,” he revealed, burying his face in your neck as his fingers slipped so deep in your mouth you gagged. You were clenching around nothing immediately, imagining what his cock would feel inside you. Whether it would feel different now that you knew what was coming.

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth only to put them on your pussy. As if you weren’t wet enough from your orgasm of the century. Carefully, he ran them over your clit and while you felt sensitive still, it was nothing compared to the waves of arousal that returned upon his touch. One thing you knew now: If Paz Vizsla called, your body would answer.

“Tell me if it is too much,” he murmured, kissing the side of your neck as he detangled himself from you. With gentle sounds and strong hands, he directed you to lie on your front and you sunk into the wonderfully soft blankets with a sigh. Then, he straddled you from above, his cock resting heavily on the small of your back.

Even now, he felt massive. So massive that you imagined you could feel him reach the middle of your back, his precome pooling on your skin. But then you had your arms pinned over your head, one of his hands encompassing both of your wrists. And that was just the sexiest thing ever.

He made you feel small, helpless and hornier than ever and it just got better when he pushed inside you for the first time.

“Stars,” you breathed out, clenching your hands into fists. The stretch was just as big as yesterday and in the new position, it took more of an effort to breathe. But he was big inside you, his mushroom tip breaching your entrance.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice strained when he pulled out a little just to push back in. And then his thighs shifted, his knees pinning your leg together which made it an even tighter fit and you gasped, feeling him in your belly.

“Wish you could see it,” he commented, “Wish you could see just how good you take my fat cock. How good you are at opening up for me.”

At his words, you tried to lift your ass against him, to get him deeper but his free hand moved to your lower back, pushing you to the bed. “Nu-uh,” he scolded you, “I am the one in charge, little one.”

Oh fuck, why did that turn you on so much?

Your teeth sank into your lip and you whimpered. You would let this man do anything to you. Especially now that, with your back arched, he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars and he seemed to be determined to use it to his advantage.

Paz’s thrusts were slow but deep. Deliberate. His body caged you in, completely covering you as he worked you open on his cock like he had never done anything else in his life. You could feel his breath on your skin, could feel where he gripped your hands, where the muscles in his legs worked to keep him moving, where his belly brushed against your ass.

Paz Vizsla had taken you over completely.

“How do you feel?” he asked, “Happy now you finally have that greedy pussy filled?”

You nodded eagerly, unable to keep the whine down your throat. “F-feels o full, alpha,” you gasped, trying once again to rock against him, “Almost – oh.”

“Almost what?”

“Almost too full.”

He hummed and you noticed how his thrust seemed more urgent. His legs caged your thighs in and you hoped he would squeeze, hoped the movement would put pressure on your clit.

“And yet here you are weeping for me,“ he mused, “You love my too-big-for-you cock, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Say it.”

“Huh?” your hands clenched and you tried your best to listen to him, you really did. But maybe you were also just trying to pretend like you were not too cockdumb to realize what he was asking of you.

“Say you love my big cock,” he murmured, sounding way too controlled for your liking. His thrust and you cried out when it hit a spot inside you that made your whole body shiver in the best way.

“Say it or I won't let you come, sweet omega,” he teased you, his free hand gently running over your back, “Don’t you want to come again, sweetheart? Don’t you want to be filled with my come?”

His words cause something to spiral inside you and all you managed was to nod. You did not know where this need had come from to be so close to him. It felt like you had discovered a part of yourself that you had hidden from everyone – including you. But the thought of finally feeling his come inside you the same way it happened yesterday made your nipples tingle and your pussy weep. And from the way he growled, you knew he felt it.

“Love your cock,” you mumbled into the pillow, your cheek smushed against the soft fabric that smelled like him and that made you distractedly think of what it would be like to spend all your nights in his beds, building your nest and cuddling with him.

“What was that?” he asked, the thumb that kept your hands together brushing over the sensitive spots on your wrist, “Couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.”

“I love your cock!” you cried out, embarrassment in your voice, “L-love it, alpha, makes me feel so good.”

His groan was deep and guttural and you could feel him twitch inside you as his thrusts got even harder. Whimpering into the pillow, you relaxed into the sheet once you realised you could not do it anymore. You felt like you had lost control of your limbs and Paz, in your stead, had gained them.

“Good girl,” he praised you, his arm sneaking to your front and circling your clit as he buried himself as deep into you as he could. It took only the barest of touches for you to fall apart in his arms. And this one was even stronger than the one before. You felt completely weightless, bodyless, too, as your brain registered only pleasure. From your toes to your hairline, all you could feel was him. Him pulsing inside you, him filling you with his come and the thought made you clench around him.

“Stars,” he groaned above you, his weight settling on you. The effect this had on him made you smile, your fingers twitching as you tried to reach for him. Because clearly, having him inside you was not close enough.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice all mumbly and you tried to nod. His body resting on yours made you feel secure in a way you could not describe so you focussed on your breathing first, smiling when his hands intertwined with yours.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered

“What for?”

“For making me come,” you murmured, “And, uh, for coming inside me.”

Paz made a sound like a grunt and you could feel him twitch at your words. “You say that like it is a chore,” he replied, his lips running over the back of your neck and you shivered when he brushed over your scent gland, “When all I could think about all day was what you might taste like on my tongue. And how pretty you look on my cock.”

“You didn’t take me to the negotiations this morning,” you stated, unable to help the insecurity that scratched at your heart.

“No, I did not,” he answered and, after a slight pause, added, “And I won't take you to the ones tomorrow morning either.”

Hurt cracked at your heart and you shifted. But Paz misunderstood your restlessness and took it as a sign to get up. The warmth of his body left you and you both whimpered when he slipped out of you.

“This is the prettiest sight,” he commented, his large hands spreading your cheeks apart. You felt puffy and slick and the feeling of his come trickling out of you paired with his fingers digging into your soft flesh made you clench again.

The bed dipped and swayed as he moved and soon, you could feel the weight of his body next to yours and gingerly turned around. His arms found you instantly, pulling you into his chest and you sighed as you settled your cheek on his warm skin.

But no matter how comfortable he was, you could not shake your curiosity. “Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why won't you take me to the negotiations here?”

“What I said is true,” he whispered, “I want to keep you for myself until Mandalore. I want to get to know you, to make sure you …”

You frowned, “Make sure I what?”

“Make sure you are okay being seen with a Mandalorian like me.”

It took you a moment to realise what he was saying. And when you did, you were surprised that a confident warrior like him had worries such as these.

“Paz,” you started, your hand splaying over his chest and feeling his heartbeat, “Are – do you think that because you are from a different tribe I would not want to be seen with you?”

“I know what other Mandalorians think of us,” he grumbled, pulling you closer, “I know that my way of life may not seem … normal to you.”

“Paz,” you started, tracing your fingers in makeshift patterns over his skin, “It may not be my way of life but that does not mean I would ever be … be embarrassed or ashamed of being out there with you. I am you calmer and I am,” you took a deep breath, “I am proud to be your calmer, alpha. I would not want it any other way.”

For a long time, Paz did not say anything and you had the sudden fear that what you had said, what you had implied, was too much, that you had crossed some invisible boundary that kept you at a (professional? Diplomatic?) distance. But you could not help it. Could not help the warm feeling in your chest whenever he was near and the need to make him feel … good. And cherished. And wanted.

Stars, you wanted this man.

“Can I kiss you again?”

His big hand covered the side of your face and even though he could not see it, you closed your eyes and nodded. And then his mouth descended on yours. The kiss was soft and slow, his tongue brushing over your lower lip. You could feel his stubble against your chin and it did not take long before you cupped his cheek as well, feeling the growing beard under his thumb.

Before you could ask him how he kept his facial hair most of the time, a yawn forced its way out of your body. Paz moved his mouth away and you whimpered, trying to get him to kiss you again.

“Sleep, my love,” he whispered against your ear, “We will see each other tomorrow.”

[the-traveling-poet]

Date Night

Your evening shift at the cafe takes a pleasant turn as your best friend, and childhood crush, makes an appearance at your place of work ahead of schedule.

Pairings: Modern!Armin x Y/N

Warnings: None. SFW. Modern AU, Fluff, friends to lovers

A/N: This was a request from my wattpad, and I felt like sharing :)

Damn, I just wanna go home already....

Y/N sighed.

Though she loved her job as a barista at the local coffee shop in her small town, sometimes the six to eight hours of work drained her to the point of crashing on the spot as soon as her apartment key entered her room's lock and she set her bag down on the small couch in her living room.

The pay was decent, the customers were usually polite, and she got the weekends off. But sometimes, a girl just needs a BREAK.

As the last hour of her shift approached, Y/N found herself propped up on her elbows staring out the cafè's windows as the sun began to sink lower and lower across the horizon. She daydreamed about how she would spend the rest of her afternoon, after she closed up the shop for the evening. Since she'd made no plans for herself due to her being so mentally and physically exhausted lately, she suddenly found herself dreading her lonely night.

Perhaps a nice warm bath...or a movie? Maybe I should start back up on my skincare routine....

Before her daydream of lonely relaxation could continue, the soft chime of a bell from the shop's front door shook her of her thoughts. Stifling a groan, she quickly went to the counter where customers would order the their goods and prepared her little notepad for orders.

Only, she wasn't expecting to see a familiar face waiting for her on the other side of the island counter.

There stood a blonde man with soft blue eyes, peering happily at Y/N's surprised face.

Armin, who wasn't supposed to be off his own shift until eight in the evening, stood before her with a shy grin poking out from behind stray blonde hairs that fell across his forehead.

"Hey, Y/N!" He greeted nervously.

Armin had been a close friend of hers for years now, introduced to Y/N through her childhood friend, Mikasa. The moment the two met, it was as if a spark had ignited within the both of their hearts. Yet neither of them had said a thing, being too shy to confront the other, nor picking up on the other's feelings.

Even still, the two of them went way back.

Despite not acting on her emotions, Y/N considered Armin to be one of her closest friends. She would confide to him many a night about her many troubles; wether they would be big or small, and he would stay up with her for hours to talk through it all.

And whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on, or words of advice for something he was going through, he could always call her number or come see her at work for help.

Today, Y/N assumed, must be one of those moments he needed someone to talk to.

"Armin!" Y/N exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting you here today. Aren't you usually released from the office around eight?"

"Well..." Armin rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I called in a favor, for tonight."

"Tonight? Is there something going on?" Y/N tilted her head slightly in concern as she set her order notebook down.

"No! No, nothing's wrong!" Armin was quick to reassure with a wave of his hand.

"I just....Wanted to be elsewhere for the night."

"I fully understand that," Y/N chuckled humorlessly.

"Which, uh, brings me to why I'm uh....here."

Armin stuttered with his words, yet still managed to keep eye contact with her.

Fully expecting him to need some form of comfort or advice, as that's why he would usually visit her during work hours, Y/N was quick to round the counter and take a seat beside him on a barstool. She patted the seat next to her, motioning for Armin to sit. He was slightly taken aback, but with a nervous smile, he sat.

Adjusting his shirt collar, he swallowed thickly before continuing.

"I was wondering if, ahh....You'd like to maybe...Join me tonight, since I have time off? After your shift, of course." He quickly added at the end.

Y/N's brows shot up in surprise. It wasn't like the two of them haven't hung out alone before. They had many times, and each time presented Y/N with a newfound treasured memory.

But calling off work early, to spend the evening with her?

Butterflies erupted in her stomach, but she did her best to remain calm on the outside.

"Of course Armin! My shift ends in an hour, but then I'll be all yours!"

Y/N blushed at her rash choice of words, and she didn't miss the color that rose to Armin's face, too.

"Ah, sweet!" He replied with that cute laugh Y/N loved so much.

A moment of silence engulfed them as Y/N took in this information. Finally looking back up at him, only to find him quickly averting his gaze away from where he had been staring at her face, she chuckled softly.

"So, we should we go?" she asked.

"Well...Actually, I had this evening planned out already, if that's okay with you?" He quickly asked back.

"Oh! Well...Of course, Armin. What are we gonna be doing?"

"That's, ahh, that's a surprise." Suddenly Armin grew nervous once more, and found it difficult to meet her eye.

Before Y/N could formulate a response, the tiny bell rang once again as new customers came in from the slight chill outside. Quickly standing back up, she shot Armin an apologetic look over her shoulder. Back behind the counter, she put on her best customer service front and continued her work.

All the while, Armin watched on from the barstool not far from her, watching her every move with an unconscious smile on his face.

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Roughly forty minutes later, when the last of the customers had left and the cleanup had been taken care of, Y/N removed her work apron and looked over to Armin, who's eyes were already on her. Attempting to hide his blush at being caught, Armin stood and turned his head away and cleared his throat.

"So uhh...Ready to go?" He asked shyly.

Y/N approached him and, deciding to be a little brave, embraced him loosely.

"Of course! Where are we going?"

Armin embraced her back, all the while trying to keep his cool. He couldn't mess this up...

"Oh, you'll see!" he grinned down to her.

But before she could get an answer out of him, Armin was making his way out of the shop towards his car parked by the curb, tugging her along by her hand.

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"Armin, c'mon I cant even tell where I'm stepping!" Y/N complained, thought the giggle in her voice betrayed her excitement.

"Almost there....Aaaandd....Here!"

Armin removed his hands from over her eyes so she could finally see. Ever since his car had come to a stop on a backroad a block back, he had insisted her eyes be covered for a 'surprise'.

And what she saw, was definitely a surprise.

There they both stood, in the center of the town's park where they had both met as children all those years ago. Y/N's eyes traveled over the familiar swing sets and tall trees that surrounded the park, memories flooding her mind.

Though the sun had begun it's descent, Armin could still see the light sparkle in her eyes when she turned back to face him.

"Oh Armin, the old park we met in! I'm surprised you even remembered!" Y/N laughed, standing closer to his side.

"How could I forget meeting my best friend, Y/N? And besides, that's not all...." Armin's voice failed him, so instead he simply pointed off their right towards a small slope. Y/N's eyes were quick to follow where he was pointing, and she gasped.

Atop the grass sat a large blue blanket, accompanied by a large wicker basket and a pair of glass cups, accompanied by a couple of candles waiting to be lit. In the very center of the blanket, a small vase of bluebells sat neatly.

Whipping her head back to stare up at Armin in shock, Y/N laughed, almost in disbelief.

"Armin, is that-"

Before she could even finish, Armin was leading her towards the hill with a grin. Once they reached the top, where they could easily view their surroundings uninterrupted, he finally turned back to her.

"Well, I remembered how, back when we were younger and talking about our futures, you had once said you'd always wanted to have a picnic date with someone special. And I thought, why not here? Somewhere special, with someone special...." Armin's voice suddenly failed him again as his cheeks lit up in color.

Feeling beyond touched that, not only had he remembered a childhood fantasy of hers, he had brought it to life before her eyes, Y/N reached her hand forward and caressed his face softly.

"Armin, this is perfect. It's what I had always dreamed it to be. Thank you," and with that, Y/N leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss onto his cheek.

Now that Armin was a complete stuttering mess, Y/N took a seat on the blanket and began rummaging through the basket Armin had prepared.

Inside were many treats and delicacies, as well as drinks and napkins. Smiling fondly at the treats, Y/N motioned for Armin to sit right next to her as she averted her gaze to the heavens.

Hesitantly, he sat. Only to admire her as she admired the heavens.

"You-you're really p-pretty, yknow," Armin stuttered.

Y/N leaned into his side, and finally he relaxed beside her as well.

"Was leaving work early just an excuse for you to finally ask me out on a date, Armin?" Y/N grinned broadly up at the blond.

Armin cleared his throat loudly as his face darkened in color once more.

"I!...Well, no....Uhh....Maybe?"

With a blush of her own, Y/N slowly intertwined her hand with his, much to Armin's surprise.

"I love this, Armin. And...I love you, if it's not too early to say..." Y/N finally confessed, the love he had shown her tonight through his efforts encouraged her to finally be truthful with her best friend.

"I...I love you too, Y/N. Since...Well, forever!" Armin sputtered out, now gripping her hand back with a delicate blush coating his cheeks an ears.

"So, can we consider this out first official date?" He suddenly asked.

Chuckling to herself, Y/N gave his hand a squeeze.

"Yes, I'd very much like that."

And so they sat for several more hours, hand in hand chatting away as the moon made its appearance in the sky and the stars grew brighter.

From discussing about their days, to reminiscing about their pasts together, to simply laying in silence munching on snacks together occasionally pointing out constellations to one another from their makeshift beds, they both finally felt content. With the other by their sides forevermore. Wrapped together in moonlight, a new life, and eternal love.

What a way to end a shift.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Happy anniversary!

I'm hoping for some advice. I just feel so lost and bored with my life. I'm almost 32. I've had the same job (accountant/payroll specialist for an accounting firm) for almost 10 years. I spend so much of my time just sitting at my desk with no work to do, so I've been watching shows on my phone and coming on this hell-site to pass the time. I feel like life is just so negative and pointless. Everything has some kind of draw-back. I really wish someone could tell me what I'm supposed to be doing in my life. I get bored pretty easily. I need multiple things going at a time. Even watching a tv show, I almost always have my phone, computer or tablet going too, doing something. I've been asking myself the same question for over a decade: what do I want? I still have no freaking clue.

I feel like I'm caught in a circle. I don't have many friends because I don't go out much and when I do go anywhere I feel like I have nothing to contribute to conversations because 90% of my life is watching tv. I've never been on a date. I've been on a couple dating websites, but only ugly (sorry, but it's true) and creepy guys have sent me messages. I don't know. That probably doesn't really tell you anything to give advice on, but I typed it out, so I'll still send it.

Hey there! Fellow single 31 year old here that also works in the finance world! I definitely go through phases my self of why haven’t you accomplished this yet, you should be happier because xyz, etc. This is gonna sound really dumb but getting out of that mindset comes down to two things for me.

First thing is what are my goals? I’m not talking the stereotypical ones of get married, have kids, a house, yada yada. Is there anywhere you want to travel to someday? See a musician in concert? Try a new restaurant? Learn to play an instrument? Bake a cake from scratch? Run a 5K? The big goals are great. But so are the little ones. I have sooo many little goals in life and they give me things to strive for or look forward to a week from now and twenty years from now. Life gets a little bleak when you stop allowing yourself to have those things in mind. The little stuff is something you can work on today and see real results. For me goals give me excitement and sometimes my goal is to binge watch a show over the weekend and there’s nothing wrong with that! And if you feel like watching TV is all you do well you know what? Expand on that! Maybe make that a hobby by trying to do a reaction video on YouTube. Learn how to edit, how to share, etc. That’s just one super simple way of making a new goal from something you already do. Just try to get out of your comfort zone a smidge and good things can happen.

And maybe as you try those little things you’ll find you need more stimulation during the day because a toxic work environment can wreck havoc on your personal life too. Maybe it’s time for a career change even.

The second thing, and this one takes serious effort to change is…

Stop being mean to yourself. You are ONLY 31. You got a loooot of life ahead of you. Life does not happen on a timetable and there is no such thing as being “too late” to do things. Honestly you could be 80 years old and I’d say the same thing. You don’t need a man to make you happy. You can make you happy and if a guy comes along, great, that’s a bonus but you right now are just as valid as every other person out there. People with houses, kids, spouses, the people always bragging about their lives, they don’t have that shit figured out anymore than you or I do. We’re all just going with it. I’m not sure if any of this is helpful or not but I hope maybe something stood out for you! 🧡

[charlenasaxen]

“Fleishman called it a good piece, Jen.’

‘Jesus, did I wait up so late just to hear that?”

“No; I’ve got much better legs”

“she brought some over to Gannett House tonight. Everybody said they were as good as your legs.”

“Damn,’ I replied, ‘why can’t I ever quit when I’m ahead?’

‘Because, Preppie,’ said my loving wife, ‘you never are.”

“in favor of a lucrative job that would get the dirty word ‘scrounge’ out of our goddamn vocabulary”

“Consider the case of yours truly: Law Review, All-Ivy, Harvard and you know what else. Hordes of people were fighting to get my name and numeral onto their stationery.”

“Mr. - (why risk a lawsuit?), kept telling me: ‘Barrett baby”

“Also, they really snowed me. I mean, old man Jonas came up to Boston, took us to dinner at Pier Four and sent Jenny flowers the next day.”

“I told her not so fast and she told me to go screw because I was probably singing the same tune. I don’t have to tell you she was right.”

“Jonas and Marsh paid Oliver Barrett IV $11,800, the absolute highest salary received by any member of our graduating class.

So you see I was only third academically.”

“It’s so nouveau riche,’ complained Jenny.

‘But we are nouveau riche”

“Jonas and Marsh was an easy ten-minute walk (or strut - I preferred the latter gait)”

“so were the fancy shops like Bonwit’s and so forth where I insisted that my wife, the bitch, immediately open accounts and start spending”

“newly returned to civilian life after having actually shot at some Vietcong (‘I’m not positive it was VC, actually. I heard noises, so I opened fire at the bushes’)”

“or because word of my Law School successes had gotten around (I didn’t brag about the salary, honest)”

“Just say I’m pregnant, Oliver.’

‘Are you? ‘I asked.

‘No, but if we stay home this weekend I might be.”

“I’ve really grown fond of the name Bozo,’ I said.

‘You mean seriously?”

“You would name our child Bozo?’ she asked again.

‘Yes. Really. Honestly, Jen, it’s the name of a super-jock.’

‘Bozo Barrett.”

“I meant it sincerely. This whole Bozo business had gotten to be a frequent daydream of mine as I strutted to work.”

“But lacking a truly devastating remark, she merely cut the cake and gave me a piece”

“There’s nothing in our genes that says two hundred and forty pounds, Oliver.’

‘We’ll feed him up, Jen.”

“Oh, yeah? Suppose he won’t eat, Oliver?’

‘He’ll eat, goddammit,’ I said, getting slightly pissed off already at the kid”

“soon be sitting at our table not cooperating with my plans for his athletic triumphs.”

“He’ll eat or I’ll break his face.”

Jenny looked me straight in the eye and smiled. ‘Not if he weighs two-forty, you won’t.’

‘Oh,’ I replied, momentarily set back. “But he won’t be two-forty right away!”

“You be nicer to my mother, Preppie!’ Christ, hopefully Jenny would keep Bozo from destroying me.”

“is a certain irony involved when guys who spend the first years of their sex lives preoccupied with not getting girls pregnant”

“He understands, doctor,’ said Jenny for me, knowing without my ever having mentioned it”

“Didn’t her voice even suggest that she hoped, if an insufficiency were to be discovered, it would be her own?”

“Oliver, the problem is more serious than that. Jenny is very sick.”

“I waited for the doctor to tell me that it was all a grim joke.“

“I insisted that he had made some mistake”

“Up to me! Christ, at this point I didn’t feel up to breathing.”

“what therapy they had for Jenny’s form of leukemia was merely palliative - it could relieve, it might retard, but it could not reverse”

“all I really could think of was how obscene the whole fucking thing was.

‘She’s only twenty-four!’ I told the doctor, shouting”

“I realized that I couldn’t just sit in this man’s office forever. So I asked him what to do.”

“He told me to act as normal as possible for as long as possible. I thanked him and left.

Normal! Normal!”

“I hoped there was a God I could say thank you to. Thank you for letting me wake up and see Jennifer.”

“Who?’ I asked.

‘Raymond Stratton ‘64,’ she said, ‘your best friend. Your roommate before me.”

“Don’t go canceling squash games, Preppie. I don’t want a flabby husband, dammit!”

“I yelled, trying to work up my normal mock anger”

“Jennifer!’ I bellowed, now honestly hurt”

“I told this God, whoever and wherever He might be, that I would gladly settle for the status quo. I don’t mind the agony, sir, I don’t mind knowing as long as Jenny doesn’t know.”

“Younger men? I was the youngest guy in the office. But I read his message: Oliver, despite your chronological age, you are already one of the elders of this office. One of us”

“I had resolved to tell nobody, to shoulder the entire burden myself. So I gave old man Jonas some bullshit”

“looking at the wonderful and silly extravagant things I would have bought Jennifer had I not wanted to keep up that fiction of … normal”

“I was the proud possessor of two tickets (first class, no less) to the City of Lovers”

“Guess what, Mrs. Barrett,’ I said”

“But quietly, with none of her usual mock-aggression. As she spoke it then, it was a kind of endearment: ‘Bullshit, Oliver.”

“Hey, can you define ‘bullshit’ more specifically, please?’

‘Hey, Ollie,’ she said softly”

“I don’t need Paris. I just want you -”

“And I want time,’ she continued, ‘which you can’t give me.’

Now I looked into her eyes. They were ineffably sad.”

“We stood there silently holding one another. Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.”

“Oh,’ I said, knowing that she was trying to inject some levity into the grim proceedings.

‘Can he at least read and write?”

“That remains to be seen,’ smiled Mrs. Oliver Barrett”

“Now at least I wasn’t afraid to go home, I wasn’t scared about ‘acting normal.’ We were once again sharing everything, even if it was the awful knowledge that our days together were every one of them numbered.”

“things we had to discuss, things not usually broached by twenty-four-year-old couples.

‘I’m counting on you to be strong, you hockey jock”

“wondering if the always knowing Jennifer could tell that the great hockey jock was frightened”

“for Phil,’ she continued. ‘It’s gonna be hardest for him.”

“You’ll be merry, goddammit. I want you to be merry.”

“It was about a month later, right after dinner. She was still doing the cooking; she insisted”

“I was aware, in the swift flurry of motions that followed, that this was it. Jenny was going to walk out of our apartment and never come back.”

“Hey,’ I said, ‘anything special you want to take along?’

‘Uh uh.’ She nodded no, then added as an afterthought, ‘You.”

“Jenny just leaned against me, and I secretly wished there would be no taxi, that she would just keep leaning on me”

“Jenny was cuddled up against me. I was kissing her hair.”

“he wished us all sorts of good fortune and happiness. Jenny thanked him.

She seemed unsteady on her feet and I wanted to carry her in, but she insisted, ‘Not this threshold, Preppie.”

“(Who could have thought of such trivia? We were too busy buying dishes.)”

“I know I was lecturing him needlessly - ‘Jenny’s the boss. Whatever she says goes. Just you guys do everything you possibly can to make it not hurt.”

“I don’t care what it costs, doctor.’ I think I was raising my voice.”

“I commanded him, ‘just remember I want her to have the very best. Private room. Special nurses. Everything. Please. I’ve got the money.”

“certain that no automobile, foreign or domestic, even with some Graham Hill type at the wheel, can make it faster”

“My father did not say, ‘Show him in.’

Instead, his door opened and he appeared in person.”

“Come in, son,’ he said. I couldn’t read the tone.”

“I also sensed that he didn’t want to give me any heat. But he did want to … talk.”

“we couldn’t just sit there, both of us willing to talk and yet unable even to look the other straight in the face”

“yet if we had more to say to one another I could even hang around your office, Father, and you would cancel your luncheon plans … and so forth”

“summoned the courage to look at him and say:

‘Thank you, Father.”

“calmly closed the house in Cranston and came to live in our apartment.”

“Does he cherish the dream that Jenny will come home?

He does, doesn’t he?”

“he won’t admit this to me, but I know it’s on his mind.

Because it’s on mine too.”

“the days were simply divided between visiting hours and everything else”

“Eating without hunger, watching Phil clean the apartment (again!) and not sleeping even with the prescription Ackerman gave me”

“I can take this ad infinitum.

Because Jenny is Jenny.”

“But not too far,’ she said when I reached the door”

“She says to get your ass in there,’ he whispered hoarsely, like the whole inside of him was hollow”

“I always liked to sit very close and just look at her face, which, however pale, still had her eyes shining in it.

So I quickly sat very close.”

“It doesn’t hurt, Ollie, really,’ she said”

“Something stirred deep in my gut. Some shapeless thing that was going to fly into my throat and make me cry. But I wasn’t going to. I never have. I’m a tough bastard, see? I am not gonna cry.”

“Huh?’ It was more of a grunt than a word.

‘You don’t know about falling off cliffs, Preppie”

“You never fell off one in your goddamn life.’

‘Yeah,’ I said, recovering the power of speech. ‘When I met you.”

“I would look it up and tell her first thing tomorrow.”

“sorry for having interrupted her”

“Are you listening, Ollie?’

I had turned my face away.

‘Yeah, I’m listening, Jenny.”

“Oliver, you’ve got to stop being sick!’

‘Me?’

‘That guilty look on your face, Oliver, it’s sick.’

Honestly, I tried to change my expression, but my facial muscles were frozen.”

“I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had to lower my eyes”

“I was afraid to even speak the word ‘okay.’ I just looked mutely at Jenny.”

“I could tell when Jenny really meant something. So I bought permission to stay by telling a lie: ‘I believe you”

“From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry.”

“happy to do her any favor whatsoever.

‘Would you please hold me very tight?”

“I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her.

‘Thanks, Ollie.’

Those were her last words.”

“I wish I hadn’t promised Jenny to be strong for you.’

And, to honor his pledge, he patted my hand very gently.”

“Oliver.’

I stopped.

It was my father.”

“I couldn’t face him. I went straight for the revolving door. But in an instant he was out there standing next to me.

‘Oliver,’ he said, ‘you should have told me.”

“My father continued to address me, and I continued to stand still and let the cold wind slap my face”

“Oliver,’ said my father urgently, ‘I want to help.”

“Jenny’s dead,’ I told him.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said in a stunned whisper.”

“I repeated what I had long ago learned from the beautiful girl now dead.

‘Love means not ever having to say you’re sorry.’

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.”

[hazygrains]

September 3 – 4, 2022

This trip finally pushed through after planning it for quite a while! We, bisprins, wanted to spend our time together away from the city, but I honestly couldn’t remember how we all ended up agreeing to go to the inflatable island. Can I just say that this was one of the most exhausting yet, at the same time, relaxing trips I had experienced? First off, the weather was already bad, days before this trip. The southwest monsoon being enhanced by the tropical typhoon and some unforeseen circumstances made us almost back out, but screw it, we still pushed through, rain or shine. So the day before our trip, we decided to just meet up at the office. Most of us were scheduled to work from home that day, so we all just went to the office after our shift. We also wanted to meet up with the tech team that was in the office and celebrated our officemate’s birthday.

September 2, 2022 – Friday | Ry‘s birthday celebration + office Friday socials

We spent a few hours bonding with everyone, then around 8 pm, we decided to go ahead and travel to Zambales. On our way out of the office, Ems decided to go out with us and go home. It was funny because we were supposed to just drop her off at her place, but then she asked us where we were going and if she could also come, and we all agreed. We accompanied her to her condo to pack for like 5-10 minutes. It was way too sudden and crazy! We love spontaneity!

We arrived around 2 am at Jhaey‘s place in Zambales. We were all drained from the travel, so after we freshened up, we called it a day. We woke up around 6 am because the time slot we booked for the inflatable island was the earliest, 8 am. We still needed to travel from Zambales to Olongapo, which was like an hour’s drive away. We were all regretting our life decisions at this point. Lol! We arrived past our scheduled time, but the management agreed to move it to 9 am. The weather was gloomy, and it was raining every now and then. The downside of this weather was that the rain turned the sea water brown and murky, and there were trash strewn about. Srsly gross! Anyhoo, we took the Sprinkle pass, and that was an hour access to the floating island. Thank goodness, we took just the hour pass because dannnng, it felt like we were there for so long. We wanted our time to end already. It was fun, though. We all slipped and fell in the water. But yes, never again.

After the exhausting activity, Jhaey brought us to this authentic Korean restaurant somewhere in Subic. We were all famished! And that moment was the highlight of my day. It was by far the best k-restau I’ve ever been to! Super yummy, reasonable prices, and large servings. Can’t wait to go back there! We went back to Zambales after that scrumptious brunch. We caught up on lost sleep, and since it was raining nonstop that day, we decided to just rest, spend time together. We didn’t even bother drinking, but we still played question card games for deeper conversations. And talked about everything and nothing ’til the wee hours.

Our itinerary wasn’t followed due to the weather. We were supposed to try the new pizza place near Jhaey’s and also visit Mapanuepe Lake, but oh well. We just stayed at the beachfront and grabbed lunch/celebrated Marnie‘s birthday before we went back to the jungle. We still made the most of our time, and I was happy to spend my weekend with these beautiful people. ♡

P.S. We had work the next day and most of us called in sick. This trip was definitely one for the books.

The following days after this trip were tough for me and my family. I had an emergency when we were on our way home from Zambales. I went straight to the hospital when we arrived in the metro. Mama’s heart wasn’t doing well, and she was brought to the hospital. She underwent an angiogram procedure, and the doctor suggested doing a bypass operation because she has three clogged arteries. She’s still recovering and is doing somewhat okay now. My siblings and I are still asking for politicians/government’s financial help. A lot has already helped, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Her coronary bypass operation is scheduled for January next year. I hope everything goes well.

[shinycollarboneapologist]

I can't stop thinking of domestic life with Matty. Him getting home late and slipping into bed with you? Late breakfast with him, his curls a mess???

GOD. all i want is to be domestic with matty is that too much to ask 😩 ik this isn't rly what u asked for but i just started writing and i am SORRY.

like you're all curled up in bed (sneakily watching love island or some other reality show that you and matty are currently binging) and he's working late but its okay because he's got a long weekend ahead of him where the two of you are going to live out all of your domestic day dreams (going food shopping, picking out new towels for the guest room, doing laundry, yktv). you hear him before you see him, he's doing his best to be courteous to the fact that you're probably sleeping, but he can only be so quiet while lugging his guitars and such into the house. he lets the dogs out, like he always does when he gets home and brings them back in before he's heading up to the bedroom with only one thing on his mind: you. he's kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt and rolling his sleeves. you pause the tv when you hear his padded footsteps on the carpet. he pokes his head into the bedroom, giving you a warm smile. "you're still awake" and you smile back at him because obviously. "can't sleep without your obnoxious snores, babe." he's scowling and narrowing his eyes at you. "well at least i don't have cold feet." and that's when you gasp in mock offense. but he's already barreling towards you and laying ontop of you, resting on his forearms. he kisses you sweetly on the lips and then presses a few kisses all over your face. "hello there, my love. missed you loads today" and you're giggling at him, "s'agood thing we have the whole weekend and then some with each other, right?" and he nods in agreement, tucking a piece of hair out of your face before he's kissing you again. "tell me again how we're gonna spend it?" and you smirk at him, "was thinking we could start the day with breakfast, take the dogs for a little walk" he fakes a groan of pleasure, kissing your cheek as a prompt for you to continue, "then i think we could go do some food shopping? get all our favorite snacks, maybe some stuff to bake cookies later on? we need to pass by and get some new towels and sheets," he moans again, burying his head into your neck and kissing at the area between your neck and your shoulder, "fuck that sounds so good." you laugh at him, swatting at him as he continues to kiss your skin. "i gotta go shower, baby, but when i come back," he waggles his eyebrows at you and you lift one of yours, "what are we gonna do?" he smirks, devishly, "we're gonna sleep and talk about our day and-" as he was climbing off of you, he catches sight of the still paused and blatantly obvious show you were watching "you fucker!" he shrieks at you, "you were watching it weren't you." you turn crimson, sinking back into the pillows "baby you were gone all day and i had to... i was bored" he scoffs in fake offense, hand over his heart, "this ... this is betrayal, you have to make it up to me." "and how do you suppose i do that?" even though you already know his response: "i can think of few things"

[gvfgal]

Santa, Baby.

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ minors get lost!!

Content Warnings: Christmas fluff, graphic sexual content, a little role-play (kinda), fingering (f rec.), oral (m&f rec.), dirty talk, lots of pet names, unprotected sex (you know the deal).

A/n: Day 2 of quarantine means another fic. It’s the only thing keeping me sane at this point. ALSO, thanks so much for all the love on my first fic, definitely wasn’t expecting the response I got but I’m so very appreciative of it! And let’s give it up for that pic I threw together in like 2 minutes 😂

Word count: 3.6k

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Snow flurries danced across the indigo shaded sky as you made your trek home after a long day of work. The holidays always ushered in a higher volume of businesses wanting marketing help from you and your team, so you were used to the long days at the office. However, you didn’t expect to be there past sundown today, especially with it being the beginning of the weekend.

The heavy workload during the holidays was putting a damper on your Christmas spirit. Everyday you dragged in from work, feet sore, sometimes too tired to even prepare yourself something to eat. You’d simply shower and crawl into bed, hoping to get enough rest for the long day ahead of you tomorrow, but even then, you were up most nights with a head full of looming tasks that never let you rest.

It was so bad this year, you hadn’t even put up your Christmas decorations yet.

I’ll get around to it, you’d tell yourself.

But it was December 4th, and not a single garland had been hung yet.

The only thing that was keeping you from completely losing it was the fact that your beloved Jake was home with you.

Having a break from touring, he’d be able to spend the whole month of December with you and his entire family, a luxury he wasn’t granted often. Coming home to him, with his feet kicked up on the living room table, a beer or a glass of whiskey in hand, was the best part of your days lately.

You wanted him to be able to enjoy his time off doing a bunch of nothing, but he couldn’t help but notice your constant exhaustion, and therefore wanted to dote on you endlessly, making you dinner (which you couldn’t say no to, you couldn’t get enough of his cooking), rubbing your feet, drawing warm baths for you, etc.

And as much as you loved all the TLC, you couldn’t help but feel bad that he was waiting on you hand and foot when he was supposed to be enjoying his time off. You felt that it should’ve been you doing all those things for him. But you neither had the time nor the energy.

“My love, stop fussing about it,” he lovingly reprimanded you one night as you sat in the bathtub, one foot hanging out the side as he massaged it with care, “I enjoy taking care of you. It isn’t a chore for me. I wouldn’t wanna spend my time off any other way, trust me.”

Either way, you felt lucky to have him, and you couldn’t wait to get home and curl up underneath him on the couch, a mug of hot chocolate and some corny Christmas movie to accompany you.

The snow had picked up its pace by the time you got home, and you thanked all the God’s that it waited until you made it home, not making your already long commute even longer. With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your obnoxiously heavy work bag from the passenger seat and exited your car, scurrying as fast as you could out of the brutally cold winter air and under the cover of your porch.

As you fumbled with your keys, your eyes caught sight of your elaborate Christmas wreath hanging on your front door.

Funny, don’t remember hanging that up, you thought to yourself as you pushed the door open.

Jake must’ve fished it out of the abyss of christmas decor in the garage.

“Jake? Baby I’m home.”

You stepped through the threshold with a gasp, taking in the sight before you. Every piece of decoration that you’ve collected over the years was put in its place, maybe even a little better than what you could’ve done. A large pine coned garland framing your entrance mirror. A forest of mini Christmas trees along the mantle of the fireplace. Christmas themed pillows replaced your usual throw pillows, a striped candy cane blanket thrown over the side to complete the look.

And that wasn’t even half of it.

Even your large Christmas tree, that was such a hassle to put up due to its size, was standing and decorated to a T. Its eclectic ornaments shimmered in the lights of the tree, and a beautiful merlot colored ribbon wrapped the tree from top to bottom.

It was perfect. The fire roared fiercely in the fireplace, warming up your abode, and some jazzy rendition on ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ droned out of the vinyl player beneath the tv.

The only thing missing was Jake.

Setting your belongings down, you began admiring his job well done, walking around your living room as if you’ve never stepped foot in there before, until you heard the faint jingle of bells coming down the hallway from your bedroom.

Finally you saw him, and the smile that lit up your face was inevitable.

He stood at the end of the hallway nearest you, letting you take him in, a smile similar to yours gracing his face.

He was dressed as Santa, or some rendition of Santa, anyways.

He sported a pair of red santa pants that were a couple sizes too big, but they were held up by matching red suspenders that were fastened over his bare chest and shoulders. His feet were bare, and his santa hat sat on top of his head, almost as if it were balancing there, long hair distressed underneath. An old fashioned pipe was gripped between his teeth to complete the look.

“Jake,” you giggled, unable to stand in silence any longer, “what are you doing?”

“Well sweetheart,” he bellowed out, putting on his best Santa voice as he sat his pipe on the mantle, “I figured since you’ve been so stressed and busy with work,” his feet began moving towards you slowly, “that I’d do something to put a smile on that gorgeous face. Give that Christmas spirit a little boost, yeah?”

Once he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you in turn threw your arms over his broad shoulders. 

“So how’d I do?”

You couldn’t help but lean in and plant a long passionate kiss on his waiting lips, and he readily accepted it.

“You’re so sweet my Jakey. It’s beautiful, did you do all of this by yourself?”

“With the help of one of my elves, of course.”

AKA Josh.

“And it’s not Jake, baby. It’s Santa.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “If you’re really Santa, then where’s your beard?”

He chuckled a bit, his facade slipping momentarily, “I shaved it.”

“Why?” you pressed further.

“Because,” he pulled you in closer, “I didn’t want anything in between me and that gorgeous pussy I plan on devouring later.”

You gasped lowly at his obscenity, but smirked all the same. You liked the direction this was headed, so you continued to play along. 

“Oh is that right,” you tried to kiss him again, but he pulled away teasingly, enjoying the way your face contorted into a pout.

“Not so fast, little one. We have some things to check off the list first.”

Your eyes rolled playfully at his double entendre, “things like what?”

Jake made his way over to his favorite lay-z-boy that he insisted you let him keep and took a seat with a grunt. He let his legs spread, and you swore you saw the imprint of his cock through the fabric of his pants, leading you to believe he was bare underneath.

His eye caught yours and he sent you a quick wink before he slouched back further into his chair and patted his leg.

“You look tired, darling. Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him all about your day.”

Without another word needing to be spoken, you kicked off your heels and approached your personal Santa, draping yourself across his lap as he invited you into his warm embrace.

“I had five meetings today with five different businesses,” you began with a sigh as you nuzzled closer to him.

“Mhmm,” he urged you to continue as he began letting his fingers roam up and down your tight clad legs. The soft touches sent sparks through your entire body, but you continued anyway.

“I thought after these meetings there would be less work to be done, but all it did was pile on more work for me and my team.”

“You poor, poor thing.” His lips were now ghosting across the exposed skin on your neck, but he never actually planted a kiss, “sounds like you need a break.”

Another sigh escaped your lips, only for a different reason this time, as all of the sensations Jake was inflicting on your body caused your head to begin to swim. You could feel yourself slowly beginning to relax more, but you weren’t finished with the little game yet.

“Yeah, I do. Is that what I’m getting for Christmas, Santa?”

His wandering lips halted, and you could feel a smile break against your skin.

“Well that depends, sweetheart. Have you been nice,” he nipped at your ear, and you jumped slightly, “or naughty?”

You giggled again, “something tells me this Santa would prefer the later of the two.”

Without warning, his hand that was ghosting over your leg reeled back, sending a cracking sound through the air as it landed back on your thigh. You invited the sting, actually enjoyed it, and you opted for biting your lip rather than letting a moan pass them.

“You’d be right on that.”

You adjusted your body to straddle his lap now, and Jake took the opportunity to slide his hands under your dress and rub along your ass soothingly, both of you reveling in the feeling.

He looked deep into your eyes, and you, his, letting the moment linger on before he spoke up again.

“So tell me, what does this naughty girl want for Christmas, hm? Maybe some pretty toys to play with?”

Of course, you both knew what he meant when he referred to toys, and the sexual tension in the room only grew further.

His hands were still moving along your backside as he presented his tongue to you, and you gladly leaned in to lick across it, closing into the action for another wet kiss. With that, his hands ceased to rub, and instead gripped your ass tightly, making the first moan of the night permeate the air above you two.

“I can think of a few things I want,” you purred, still not pulling too far away from him, his touch was everything.

“Mmm I bet,” he hummed. You thought the game was over, and you were ready to get on with the much anticipated events of the night, but he continued to talk.

“But first baby, I think you need to show Santa how naughty you really are.”

The sound of your tights ripping caused you to gasp, he had torn right through the back of them, a large hole, and his hand wasted no time sliding your panties to the side, his fingers beginning to play in your folds.

Your head fell forward with a whimper as he did so, no shame in the fact that your backside was now entirely exposed, allowing him to do as he pleased.

“So soft, like satin,” he inhaled into the side of your head, “so wet. Probably so sweet, too.”

He removed his fingers and used his unoccupied hand to pull you back to look at him, bringing his glistening digits to your lips.

“Taste for me, sweetheart. Tell me if it’s as sweet as I imagine.”

Complying, your lips parted, and you let your tongue taste all that he was offering to you, and he watched intensely as you did so, his growing erection meeting your soaking center.

Jake groaned, “Christ, you really are naughty, aren’t you baby?”

You sent him a nod with his fingers still in your mouth before he pulled away, lifting out of the chair with ease, gripping your waist tightly as he carried you over to the rug that laid in front of the fireplace.

“I have to taste for myself.”

He laid you down delicately, joining you on the floor as you shimmied your dress higher up on your body.

Santa Baby began playing throughout the house, and you couldn’t help but grin, “ironic, huh?”

“Ironic or planned precisely,” he dragged your tights and panties down, pushing your legs up so the soles of your feet were flat on the ground, “I’ll never tell.” 

A twinkle appeared in his eye as he finally came face to face with your pussy, like a kid on Christmas morning.

His hands found your thighs as he kissed along them, and you wiggled in place, just wanting to feel his mouth on you.

Of course he noticed, and he shook his head, “impatient. I’m starting to think this naughty thing isn’t just an act.”

Finally, finally, his tongue met your soaked center, a long, slow lick from your clenching hole up to your clit. It ended with the tip of his tongue on your bud, and he began flicking his tongue swiftly against it.

A long moan you couldn’t contain escaped as he began working. The sounds were vulgar as he slurped and licked away, but you were enjoying every second of it. His grip on your thighs tightened as he feasted on, and when his eyes lifted to meet yours, you could’ve fainted with how intense his gaze was.

“So good… so good baby,” you whined, “feels so good.”

He inserted a finger into your dripping hole, and you yelped at the added sensation. After a few seconds, he added another, then leaned back on his heels to watch the faces you made as he worked you, it was one of his favorite things. Seeing the way your mouth hung open, watching as you tried to form words with little success.

“I know, my love. You needed this, huh? Needed this pretty cunt played with. Relieve some of that stress?”

You nodded against the rug, too far gone to reply verbally.

Diving back in, he continued with his lewd, unabashed tasting, fingers never ceasing their steady pace, until the heat in your stomach appeared abruptly.

You wanted to give him a warning, you really did, but the build up was too quick, and he was too skillful, and before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his fingers, shaking violently through your release.

Jake didn’t seem to mind the lack of warning, eating you right through it with pleasure as he listened to the mixture of your moans and the music in the background, even letting out a groan of his own against your heat.

This was paradise for him.

Coming down, you raised your head to look at him, and he was smiling at you warmly.

“You’re a dream, you know that?”

You blushed at the sentiment, such a pure thing to say in the midst of such filthy acts, but it was appreciated all the same.

He removed his hands from your warmth, and you clenched slightly at the loss.

Standing now, he reached to unzip your dress from your sitting frame, pulling it off for you and tossing it onto the couch. Your dress didn't call for needing a bra, so your naked form was now on full display, much to Jake’s pleasure.

He undressed himself from his half costume, but before he could take off his hat, you stopped him, placing a hand on his bare thigh, “no, leave the hat on.”

“Kinky. Okay then, hat stays on.”

His cock was extremely hard, red at the tip and leaking pre cum, you licked your lips.

Watching you with pure adoration, his hand raised to cup your cheek, “go on, baby. Touch it. You can even kiss it, if you want. Get your own little taste.”

You reached forward and grabbed at the base of his cock, your other hand also in play, cupping and massaging his balls in your hand.

He jolted slightly at the sensation of your cold hands, but tilted into the feeling anyways.

Collecting some of the pre cum from his slit, you began pumping along his length, your best doe eyes admiring his face as you did.

You let your tongue flick across the tip before sinking down half way, meeting your mouth with your working hand.

“Fuccckkkk,” he groaned as his hand found shelter in your hair, careful not to pull too hard, “that’s it darling. You’re amazing.”

He looked down at you as you began bobbing faster, removing your hand so you could take him deeper into your throat.

“So fucking amazing. So dirty, you love sucking my cock huh?”

Rather than replying, you sank down until your nose was brushing against his stomach, showing him just how much you loved it, and he groaned loudly.

He rested there in your throat, enjoying the feeling of the way you constricted around him, your tongue brushing the underside of his shaft before he lightly pulled you off of him.

You inhaled deeply, coughing a bit as you tried to catch your breath.

Bending at the waist, he gripped your face in his rough palm gently, “choking on my cock like the naughty little thing you are.”

You beamed up at him, and he sent two pats to your cheek, as if to say good girl. 

“As much as I’d love for you to continue, I don't think I can go much longer without being inside of you,” he nodded his head towards the ground, “on your back, sweetheart, wanna look at you while I’m in it.”

Obeying his soft command, you laid yourself back down onto the plush rug, spreading your legs widely for him in invitation.

“Yeah, just like that,” he breathed out, stroking over himself as he kneeled between your legs.

Lining himself up, he pushed in slowly, grinning at the way your mouth dropped open and your brows furrowed together, before sliding in the rest of the way.

He grunted as you tightened around him, framing your face with both of his hands on the rug beside you, “trying to make me cum already, aren’t you?”

You feigned fake innocence as you adjusted to the stretch of his full length inside you.

“Act innocent all you want,” he growled as he pulled his hips away from yours before slamming back in, causing your body to jerk and a pornographic moan to float out of you, “I think we’ve already established that you’re anything but that.”

He began pistoning into you at a rapid pace, so punctuated with his thrusts that you had to grip onto him to steady yourself.

“Fuck Jake, oh my God yessss,” you whined underneath him, your eyes fighting to stay open to capture this moment.

“Yeah baby? You like the way I’m filling up this tight little cunt of yours?”

“Yes fuck yes! Please keep going, don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop baby,” he reassured you with a nod, “not gonna stop until you cum all over me again. I need to feel it.”

One of his hands reached up to grope your bouncing tits, not knowing which one to focus on, so he switched between them equally, pulling and tugging at your nipples the perfect amount.

You gripped his waist and pulled him firmly into you, enjoying how full you felt when he was inside completely.

“So fucking greedy. Look at you, can’t get enough of it.”

His hand moved from your breast to rub circles over your clit, and before you knew it, your body was racing to the finish line again.

“Gonna cum… gonna cum,” you chanted over and over.

Jake knew your body, and he knew that rather than speeding up any of his movements, you wanted him to continue exactly what he was doing until you were seeing stars.

So that’s exactly what he did, feeling his own release approaching as well.

“Cum for me baby, wanna feel you all over me.”

As if you were waiting for his approval, you did just that, your back arching off of the rug, nails digging into the sides of his hips.

“There you go, there you fucking go,” his teeth were gritting together, “all over my cock baby. God, you feel incredible. Shit, look at how you’re leaking. We’re gonna have to get a new rug after this.”

He was rambling now, vulgar words and praises flooding from him nonstop, fucking you through your orgasm.

A single tear slid down your cheek at the euphoric feeling that was still racing through your body, when finally his entire body collapsed forwards onto yours, a few more pointed strokes before he came in your warmth.

You both were panting now, letting the sounds of the crackling fire and the music that was still playing bring you both back down to earth again.

You began stroking Jake’s untamed hair, pulling the hat from his head for better air circulation, before he sat up to look at you.

“Hello, lovely,” he grinned lazily, obviously still feeling the high.

“Hi Jakey,” you pecked him on his damp cheek.

With a grunt, he removed his body from yours and stood, holding out his hand for you to take.

“How about a nice hot shower? I can cook, if you’ll let me,” he joked, “then we can cuddle up and watch The Grinch.”

You took his hand and stood along with him, pressing your naked body against his, but not before tugging the Santa hat onto your own head and sticking the pipe between your teeth, making him laugh heartily.

“I like that idea very much,” you smiled goofily, and turned around to disappear towards the bedroom.

Chasing behind you, he sent a quick smack to your ass, “you look good in that hat. I think I want you to play Santa next time.”

[metalmonki]

I Want To Ruin Our Friendship

eddie munson x fem!reader

1.6k word count

summary you've been friends with Eddie since you were 5 but discovered it was the love of your life. You want more with Eddie but don't know if he feels the same. Will you ruin the friendship to find out?

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings none

Note this is my first post on here so be nice. I haven't written anything in like 7 years so I'm pretty shitty. Unedited work ahead, written in one sitting if you don't like it then bite me. If you want more let me know and I'll keep going!

Part 2!

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We had become fast friends, Eddie and I. He was the first kid my age I had seen when my mother had moved us to the tiny speck on the map that was Hawkins. I was  5 years old, and my parents had just divorced. My mother had decided that a move would be the best thing for us both. ‘A fresh start with new faces and opportunities,’ she said. Not that I cared at 5. All she could find was a caravan at the local caravan park. That is where I met Eddie. He lived in the caravan next to mine. He had burst out of his front door and leapt over the steps in pure excitement when he saw me.

“Edward Munson” He smiled, holding out his hand

“y/n y/l/n,” I smiled back

The rest, as they say, was history. Eddie and I joined at the hip from that day on. Even when, much to both our disappointment, my mother had purchased a lovely house in town just after my 12th birthday. Eddie teased me relentlessly for weeks, faining hurt over how I was ‘leaving the lowly peasants to live in your castle clad with luxury.’ Always the drama queen. We still saw each other at school during the week, and I would often bike to his trailer on the weekend, or he would come to my place so we could play D&D with our other friends. Then my teenage years hit, and something changed. It started just after my 14th birthday. I started viewing Eddie differently. He was still my best friend, but suddenly, even the slightest glimpse of him sent butterflies flying in my stomach. I had brought this up with my mother, careful not to let slip that it was Eddie that I was talking about. “Oh, your first crush, how cute,” my mother had squealed. A crush? On Eddie? I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t supposed to crush on my best friend, yet here I was 6 years on, still stuck on the same guy. Eddie freaking Munson. My mum had said I would get over my crush soon enough and be on to the next cute guy at school, but the days turned to weeks, the weeks to months and the months to years, and I was still stuck on Eddie. Every fibre of my being knew Eddie was my soulmate, but Eddie was a loose cannon. I knew he wouldn’t be able to settle for one chick. I tried dating other guys but didn’t feel anything for them. It got to the point where Eddie started keeping track of who I was with just to mock me with them later.

Gave my virginity to Steve Harrington and broke up a month later.

Had a short-lived relationship with Gareth.

Spent one night with Billy Hargrove, Hawkins’s resident bad boy.

Jason, Jonathan, Argyle, the list goes on. After yet another boring shift with Steve and Robin at Family Video, I came home to an empty house and a note from my mum on the fridge. Gone on a girl’s weekend with Joyce, left money in my room, enjoy! I wanted so bad to call Eddie and ask him to spend the weekend, but I convinced myself to call Robin instead.

“Hello, Buckley residence”, Robin answered

“Hay Robin, want to spend the weekend at my place? My mum went on some weekend away with Joyce” I cringed as I realised I had rambled a bit

“Hay y/n, I would love to, but I already made plans with Steve. Apparently, his dweeb friends want to break into Hawkins lab for some stupid reason.”

“Probably trying to play Ghostbusters again”, I chuckled

“No doubt, Steve wants to ensure they are safe.”

“Aw, is poor Mummy Steve panicked about his little babies.” I burst out laughing

“I will tell Steve you said that” Robin laughed along. “Why don’t you ask Eddie to stay with you?” Robin asked once we had calmed down

“Eddie has been seeing someone random chick and hasn’t really had time for me, you know?” I sighed

“Not from what Nancy said”

“What did Nancy say?” My stomach did a summer sault

“Nancy was dropping Mike at Max’s and saw Eddie tossing a chick and her stuff out of his trailer. Apparently, he looked pretty pissed.”

“Still, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, y/n, if this is to do with you crushing on Eddie, then you need to suck it up and tell the man already.”

“I’m tired. I think I’m going to go change and go to bed, okay” I said quickly, changing the topic

“Whatever, but you can’t get all butt hurt when he moves on to the next girl”, Robin blurted out before I hung up the phone.

Sighing, I dragged myself up the stairs and to my room. I pulled off my work uniform, tossing it into the corner before retrieving an oversized Van Halen shirt and shorts from the cupboard. I then sat staring at my phone, thinking about everything Robin said. Before I could stop myself, I had my phone in hand, and Eddie’s number was dialled. I panicked when Eddie answered.

“Hello,” Eddie said, clearly frustrated

“Hay Eddie, sorry your clearly busy I’ll just let you be”, I mumbled out, going to hang up

“No, y/n, wait, it’s good to hear your voice” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I was starting to think you have forgotten all about me, the lowly peasant in his humble trailer.”

“Well, I have not, lowly peasant. I was actually calling to summon thee to my castle of luxury for the weekend if you wanted to; that is,” I giggled

“Wait, really? But what about your mum?” Eddie asked shocked

“She went for the weekend, and you know I hate being alone.”

“Say no more, sweetheart, for your knight in shining armour is on his way in his noble steed once I find the keys.” I could help but giggle more

“See you when you get here” I smiled

As soon as the phone hung up, I immediately became bored and panicked. I was going to spend the weekend here with Eddie. Multiple scenarios started to play through my head. What if he hadn’t broken up with his girlfriend, and she found out he stayed here? What if I let it slip that I like him more than a friend should, and he doesn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin our friendship? Rather than continue to panic, I opted to grab my guitar and work on a new song hoping it would keep me distracted until Eddie got here.

Eddie, darling, you’re my best friend,

But there are a few things that you don’t know of,

Why I borrow your jacket so often,

I’m using your shirt as a pillowcase

I wanna ruin our friendship,

We should be lovers instead,

I don’t know how to say this,

‘cause your really my dearest friend

A knock at the front door pulled me out of my thoughts. I dropped my guitar on my bed and dashed down the stairs. I tore open the front door and tossed myself at Eddie. He chuckled, catching me in his arms with ease.

“Missed me?” Eddie chuckled

“I have; it’s like you barely have any time for me since you started seeing what’s her face.” I scrunch my face up at the thought

“Oh yeah, well, Chrissy and I are over” Eddie took a step back

“Sorry to hear; want to tell me about it?” I asked, seeing Eddie was clearly hurt by it

“She wanted me to choose her or you, so I chose you” Eddie smiled

“Why me?” my voice caught in my throat

“Because any girl that can’t accept my best friend isn’t worth my time.”

My heart audibly broke. I’m unsure what I expected to hear, but it certainly wasn’t that. I told Eddie to put his stuff in my room while I ordered a Pizza for us for dinner. Eddie made some crack on his way to the stairs about us needing to pick a horror movie because it would make the Pizza taste better. I placed the Pizza order and went to pick a movie since Eddie was taking his sweet time. It was between A Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th. I took both movie choices and walked up the stairs to my room, looking for Eddie.

“Okay, so we have 2 choices here Friday the 13th or….” I looked up to Eddie

He sat on my bed, holding my book in his hands, reading over my lyrics. I froze, dropping both tapes. He raised his head to look at me, a look of confusion spread across his face. He glanced back to the page and back to me. I dropped my head in shame; I knew our friendship was ruined.

“Ed, I’m sorry”, I whispered

I turned and ran from the room. I ran out the front door heading for the only safe place I knew.

[honeypiehotchner]

Unconventional (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part sixteen

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Warnings: ...it’s just smut. blowjob/oral (m receiving). semi-public, I suppose. innocence kink MAYBE (just trying to cover my bases)

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Despite the fact that you’ll be spending all weekend together, Aaron wants you in his office every single day, once you’re done with all of your commitments. You don’t complain. It’s easy to say yes to spending your time with him, even more so in his fancy office building where you can stare out the window at the city skyline, pretending you’re a much more important person than you are. It’s all about tricking yourself.

Luckily, it works. Writing for your senior project has been smoother than ever, and you’ve made some real progress. You’ve never felt better.

Aaron looks to be the exact opposite.

“You don’t look happy about this weekend,” you comment, twirling one of the Hotchner pens around on your fingers.

It’s merely an observation. Aaron is obviously never overjoyed to be spending an evening faking smiles and keeping up appearances between rival companies. But it has to be done, so he grins and bears it.

Right now, though, he looks like he can’t do that this time.

“No,” he admits. “I’m not.”

“Why not?” you ask, setting the pen down. “What’s different about it? From the others, I mean.” These events all look and sound the same to you, but you know to him they’re each distinct.

“Nothing,” he replies, and you don’t believe him for one second. “I never look forward to them when I’m as stressed as I am now.”

You believe that. He’s been tense all afternoon. He was that way when you came in. 

“And,” he continues, “I’ve seen the guest list. A few of my least favorite people are attending.”

You frown, unsure of how to help him right now.

Until you get one idea, but it’s naughty. He might not even accept. 

But you’re going to try.

Pushing your chair back from the conference table (it has become your desk this week), you stride over to where Aaron stands by the windows. He always looks out at the city like this, like he thinks he can solve every tiny problem happening before him. Like it’s his duty, what he’s expected to do.

You slide in next to him, wrapping both arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his shoulder. He relaxes, putting his arm around you, pulling you close. You smile when you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Can anyone see us up here?” you muse. It’s an innocent enough question, you think. One even a curious child might ask.

“No,” Aaron says quietly. “The windows have a specific tint on them. Not to mention, we’re too far in the air.” He pauses, hand tightening on your shoulder. “Why, little one?”

“Mm, no reason,” you hum. “Does your office door lock?”

“It does,” he says. “And it is. How many of these questions do you have?”

“One more,” you bite back a grin. “What would you say if I asked for a lesson right now?” You lift your head, gazing up at him. His brown eyes are already burning a hole in yours.

“What kind of lesson?” he inquires.

“I think…” you pretend to look for the right words. “The kind that involves me on my knees.”

Without another word, he reaches behind you and silences his phone. The action alone sends a chill down your spine.

“You remember the color system?” he asks, beginning to shrug his jacket off his shoulders and lay it down on the floor.

Puzzled, you nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he says. “Now. On your knees. On the jacket.”

Oh. That’s very sweet of him. Slowly, you lower yourself to the floor. Your palms rest on your thighs as you sit back on your heels.

“You can adjust it,” he says. “Is that comfortable?”

You squirm for a moment until it is. “Yes, sir.”

He smiles down at you. “Such a good girl. You said you’ve never given a blowjob before, correct?”

You nod.

“We’ll go slow,” he says. “I’ll guide you. Do everything only when I say it. Don’t get too eager. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you nod again.

“Go ahead and undo my belt, sweet girl.”

With shaking hands -- either from nerves or excitement, but probably both -- you unfasten his belt buckle, loosening it. You pause.

“You can unbutton my pants, too,” he says.

After doing so, you pause again. There is an obvious tent in the front of his underwear, one that excites you much more than you expected it to.

“Go ahead,” Aaron says, noticing the look in your eyes.

Slowly, you move his underwear down and out of the way, his cock springing free. Tentatively, you reach up and wrap one hand around him.

Your eyes widen when your fingers barely touch.

“Color?” he asks.

You squeak out a quiet, “Green.”

“Okay,” he chuckles. “Do what feels natural. I’ll guide you.”

Nodding, you begin to move your hand, up and down, trying to think of what might feel good to him. You bring your head closer, wrapping your lips around the tip, suckling gently. He groans, which you take as a good sign.

Swirling your tongue, you take a little more of him in your mouth. His length is just as impressive as the thickness, and it only makes you want more. You keep one hand at his base, twisting and pulling.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, one hand gripping his desk. “That’s good. You’re good, baby.”

You continue exactly as you are, getting more eager with every little noise you get out of him. Taking more, you relax your throat, trying to keep your gag reflex as much at bay as you can. 

Aaron feels his head hit the back of your throat and he nearly collapses. “Holy shit.” His other hand grips your shoulder, but you don’t slow down. 

Until you do exactly what he told you not to: you get too eager.

You’re fine one moment and gagging the next, sputtering and coughing, tears forming in your eyes. He’s quick to pull you off of him, and you sit back, coughing into your hands. 

“You’re okay,” he soothes, one hand still on your shoulder, squeezing firmly. “It’s alright.”

“Sorry,” you say in between coughs.

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.”

You nod.

“Words, sweet girl. Don’t ever apologize. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you say, clearing your throat. 

“Good girl.” He moves his hand from your shoulder to cradle your face, his palm against your cheek. “Are you alright?”

“I’m better,” you nod. “Can I keep going?”

He chuckles quietly. “Only if you want to. What’s your color?”

“Green,” you say firmly. You’re a woman on a mission, now. “Green, sir. Please.”

His eyebrows raise and he nods once. “Since you asked so nicely, you may. But listen to me, little one, do not get too eager. Breathe. If I feel you going too far, we’re stopping.”

“Yes, sir,” you murmur. You definitely don’t want to stop. But you also don’t want another coughing fit, so you’ll be more careful this time.

You move slower than before, taking only his head in your mouth this time, and using your hands at his base. Your throat still feels scratchy from moments before, so you won’t take anymore of him.

It isn’t long before his hand tightens on your shoulder once more, and this time you can feel his thighs tensing as well. You look up, finding his eyes already locked on you, but once you meet his gaze, his head goes back with a moan.

Suckling harder, you make use of your tongue, feeling him twitch inside your mouth.

“I’m close,” he warns, barely able to get the words out.

Those two words send a thrill through you. 

“Shit,” he curses, his hand gripping your shoulder harshly, no doubt leaving bruises on your skin. Bruises you’ll gladly show off if it means reminding him of this moment every time he sees them.

His hips begin to jerk, pushing his head against your tongue, but not too far down your throat. A moment more and his knees are beginning to buckle, and then you feel him. 

Spurts of warm cum paint your tongue, unlike anything you’ve ever tasted, really, but not bad. You’re not able to swallow it all, pulling off of him while he’s still cumming, a few drops hitting your nose and making you giggle. The sound is music to his ears.

Using your index finger, you swipe the pearl of cum off your nose, popping it between your lips.

Aaron takes in a deep breath, watching you as you marvel at him, the way he struggles to calm down. 

“How was that?” you ask, innocent as ever.

Aaron drops down to his knees in front of you, making you sit back on your heels out of shock. He grabs your wrist, pulling your finger from your mouth.

“You’re Heaven sent,” he says, out of breath. “Angel.”

He kisses you then, both hands on either side of your face, caging you in.

A moment later, he’s propping you on his desk, and promptly returning the favor.

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