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

[starcrossedandstupid]

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

[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.”

[seoulmatez]

— 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ౨ৎ

bakugo katsuki x reader. 1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ just a short lil somethin' for the birthday boy!

“i can’t believe you’re choosing to work on your birthday.” the sun is just beginning to rise, its rays spilling past your sheer curtains. you haven’t left the warm comfort of your bed yet, but bakugo is busy getting ready for the day ahead. the weather is getting warmer which means he’s traded out his winter costume for his usual sleeveless tank. you prefer it over the jacket he wears during the cold months—being able to see his arms, that is. the effort he puts into his workouts doesn’t go unnoticed. “who does that?”

he’s putting his belt on now, ruby irises focused on the task at hand rather than you. still, he offers  an explanation to your curiosity. “it’s just another day on the calendar.”

“nuh-uh.” you shake your head and sit up. leave it to katsuki to downplay his birthday. “it’s another rotation around the sun—another year of life! you of all people should be celebrating that.”

bakugo has never placed much importance on his birthday, not as a child and certainly not as a teenager, so he doesn’t see the point in changing that now. he isn’t much of the celebrating type either, at least, not when it comes to himself. he’s content living this day just like any other and he tells you as much.

“i’m just saying,” you shrug, “the world can go one day without dynamight.”

you’re adamant about making your point and such unwavering persistence from anyone else would annoy bakugo beyond belief, but since it's you, he decided to let it slide. he’s even willing to entertain you—it’s clear that you’re skirting around what you really want to say. “and what would you suggest i do with my day instead of spending it at work?”

you smile. “i’m glad you asked. the most obvious answer is get back in bed and go back to sleep.”

“that’s what weekends are for,” he argues. you huff at how easily he dismisses you and cross your arms as you watch him continue getting dressed for the day. the thought would have been enough to seal the deal for you but you suppose bakugo will need something a little sweeter to convince him to take it easy for a day.

“um, you could do something with kirishima and denki?” he may try to deny it, but he likes his friends more than he lets on. even if it’s later, you’re sure they wouldn’t mind stopping by and taking him out to have some fun. “it’s been a while since all of you have hung out.”

he frowns, picking up all of the equipment he’d rather not put on until he makes it to his agency. “no thanks. i don’t need those guys making an even bigger deal out of me than they usually do.”

you’re about to ask what’s so wrong with being the center of attention on his birthday when you realize he’s on his way out of the bedroom. “woah, wait! where are you going?”

“to make my lunch,” he tells you over his shoulder.

you hadn't planned on getting out of bed so soon but you find yourself scrambling to throw the blanket aside so that you can follow him to the kitchen. the man’s gauntlets and neck brace make a home on the dining table while bakugo picks out everything he needs from the fridge. it’s chilly—a combination of leaving your duvet and the cold air from the appliance. you cling to bakugo’s back, arms tightening around his waist in an attempt to leech off of his warmth.

he navigates the kitchen with you hanging off of him, not once bothering to complain or try to pry you off. the lack of resistance on his end allows you time to think up another reason he should forgo his duties for the day.

“ooh! you could go to the spa!” you’re sure this should do the trick. what’s better than taking some time to rest and loosen your muscles? “i’m sure a massage would do you some good.”

he shoots you a quick glance and you already know his reply before it even passes his lips. “do i look like someone who goes to spas?”

you press your forehead against his back and groan into his shirt. the vibrations must tickle because he squirms beneath you. there’s no winning with him, it seems.

“fine,” you sigh, turning your head so that your cheek rests against him. “i accept defeat. i’ll celebrate your birthday by myself… all alone… without you.”

you can’t see it, but a crease forms between bakugo’s eyebrows as he shapes the rice balls into neat triangles. “what are you talking about?”

“it’s nothing,” you tell him with a small pinch to his abdomen. “i just thought you’d be more excited to celebrate. i was, anyway.”

that’s it—that’s what you’ve been trying to get at since you started pestering him half an hour ago. it’s unlike you to dance around your words and he wonders if you did so because you thought he’d turn you down, thought that he’d choose work over you. 

bakugo turns around in your hold so he’s facing you. your head is tipped up to meet his gaze. he leans down to press his lips against your hairline and lets them linger there with his next words. “if you wanted to spend the day with me, you should have just said so, dummy.”

you pout at the name but it doesn’t last for long and is quickly replaced with a smile. “you caught me. but i promise i’ll make it worth your while.”

“you better.” his hands make a home on your waist, gently, lovingly squeezing them. “because if you had told me that to begin with, i wouldn’t have wasted precious time getting ready for work.”

thanks for reading! pls consider reblogging if you enjoyed :3

[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.”

[days-until-burnout]

Heyyy I just wanted to say how much I love your writing it’s so well done 😄

Can I request smalletho gardening together?

YES. YES YOU CAN REQUEST SMALLETHO GARDENING TOGETHER. IN FACT, YOU (AND ANYONE ELSE) CAN REQUEST ANYTHING (*with caveats). CONGRATULATIONS FIRST ASK I SHALL CELEBRATE BY BENDING THE RULES BECAUSE I MADE THEM WOO _____

📧 Day 10 (b) -

Characters - Etho/Joel Words - 1,040 Time - 45 mins Content - Farm AU | fluff | suggestive comments

Etho was getting real tired of potatoes. Really, really tired of potatoes. Planting potatoes to be precise. Gardening, he didn’t mind at all, repetitive work was always nice to tune out of the world and be by himself. The sun on his head and the ache of muscles was nice seven out of ten times, but this was getting excessive. Extremely excessive. 

The previous day, he’d spent it digging holes, and now, he’d spent his morning and continued to spend his day shoving the potatoes into the holes. Covering them up, and the thought of having to make the path again to water them made him glare at the dirt. Stupid potatoes. 

Why was he doing this anyways?

He shoved another potatoes into the soil and haphazardly covered it, moving to the next hole before looking up to stretch his back. Two rows in front, just a couple spaces ahead, was his answer. 

The farmer’s son. 

Right. 

Etho hadn’t really wanted the job, it was just to fill in time while he sorted out his new job. A friend had mentioned it, and said friend had more or less dropped him in front of the farmer’s house, and the rest was history (not really, it was a very awkward conversation Etho would very much like to forget and never think about again). And now he was there, breaking his back planting stupid potatoes when he should be at home doing—honestly, he wasn’t sure what the alternative was, hooray for moving to the middle of nowhere because he got tired of the city.

But Joel was fine, he supposed. 

…

Well…

Fine as an excuse, not fine as in handsome—which he was, but that was besides the point. 

They didn’t talk much, even though they were around the same age, and everyone said they should have plenty in common to talk about. They didn’t. Barely. 

Joel was an extrovert who liked to drink himself stupid on weekends, loud and so eager to pick a fight at any moment’s notice. Loyal like a guard dog too. A hard worker, with impeccable work ethics. Incredibly smart though he rarely used his brain, preferring fun over practicality or safety. Joel was sweet too—devoting his time to help his parents, dropping social activities the second anyone needed him, always going above and beyond to help others. 

Joel laughed and enjoyed life proudly, and he loved twice as hard. 

“We should take a break,” Joel said, and Etho had to practically throw his body in the opposite direction to not be caught staring. He pretended to stretch, making a face when his joints did in fact creaked and whined. Well, that was bad, probably. 

“Already? Can’t stand a little heat?” 

Joel looked at him with an unreadable expression, and Etho’s eyes couldn’t help drifting to his lips. (Or his body, but that wasn’t as innocent, so that was getting shelved.)

“Whatever, old man. Dehydrate for all I care.”

Etho followed Joel regardless, trying to not stare at his back. Instead, he looked down, wincing and glaring at the little mounds, cursing the root vegetable. Because beefing with potatoes was much better than staring at his not-quite-crush, right. Right. He wondered if it was too late to move deep in the mountains, never to interact with another human being ever again. He’d learn all he needed to learn in time, but then he would never see Joel again, which was a definitive drawback to his near perfect plan. And Joel was too social to invite along.

Oh, great, now he was imaging living with Joel.

Near the house, Etho more or less became one with the ground, under the shade of an apple tree. Not that he was exhausted or anything… He was just appreciating nature, becoming one with it to admire it more. Yeah. Yeah. He managed to drag himself up, sitting up against the base of the tree, having a good view of the fields. 

Then he had a great view of a Joel. 

A very up close Joel. 

“If you are going to die, could you die elsewhere? Or at least wait until I dig up a hole? You’ll be more useful dead anyways.” 

“What a weird way to say you want to use my body.”

Joel seemed to freeze on the spot, only a fraction of a second before emptying a glass of water (Etho hadn’t even notice he was holding, because Joel’s pretty face was more important, of course) into his face. Ice rolled around as he sputtered, wiping down his face to see Joel looking down at him. Just out of reach, Joel escaped his grasp, and he didn’t feel like chasing him because really cared about his job and murdering his employer’s son probably wasn’t the best idea (no, Etho wasn’t tired, not at all). Step by step, further from his grasp. 

Oddly enough, the water did help cool him down, though he was probably looking to catch a cold later, but whatever. He pulled at his shirt, fanning himself a little before his eyes drifted as they always seemed to do. Caught by the only thing worthy of attention.

Joel was crouched in front of some plants he didn’t remember what of, shears in his hands, meticulously continuing the upkeep. It made sense, since his parents weren’t in town for at least two more weeks, which meant Etho was stuck with him alone for a while longer (willingly ignoring the other workers meant nothing, not a thing). And he worked hard, endlessly. Never complaining about it. And Etho just couldn’t forgot Joel’s face, the way it broke with smiles at productive harvests, at being able to go around and pick stuff for dinner. 

Two plates at the table. For a while longer. 

Maybe he should make his move or something. 

Instead, Etho watched him prune. Carefully, deep in concentration. Broken only by the arrival of the herding dog, nuzzling into the side of his face. And how could Etho do anything but stare dumbly when Joel smiled so bright, so happy, pressing his head against the dog’s? 

And how was Etho supposed to not die of a heart attack when Joel looked at him the same way shortly after?

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i probably shouldve saved the ask for tomorrow, but this blog is literally dedicated to making bad decisions. and since its the first ask, i shall bend the rules over and over again! also, yes, prompts to me are like suggestions. one day i will actually focus writing on the actual prompt, until they, i shall continue to be absolutely normal about writing

[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"

[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.

[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!

...

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.

[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! 🧡

[blueheartedmayor]

Christmas was no different to any other formal event the Brooks family hosted. The Eve was another familiar, unnecessary party that the twins were forced to attend. Damien spent a long evening rehashing the same topics on business, law, politics, and financial investments with numerous uncles and cousins who were already turning out as bleak and inconsiderate as their parents.

He didn't belong here.

It was easier to hide from it all when he was a child. He was expected to partake in similar conversations about investments, whether he was six or twenty-six. He was born with impossible expectations on his shoulders and the inability to leave and make his own choices in life, bar running for mayor.

How was this supposed to be a season of family and goodwill when it was literally business as usual? Damien had been in conversations with co-workers in City Hall about their plans. They were simple, but fun. Board games with family, watching children opening presents, visiting friends. Simple, ordinary things, and not the farce that Damien could only dismiss himself from at 2 in the morning.

Christmas Day would be business as usual for the Brooks dynasty. It was not a national holiday. There would be people of other faiths and cultures who would be keen to get a move on. Damien never really understood the fuss surrounding the 25th because he never saw it first-hand. Even now, as an adult who could do what he wanted since City Hall was closed, Damien found himself at a loss. His friend from University was out of town. William was visiting his own family. Celine and Mark would be together. The group already had their small exchange of presents the week before, so the pressure to find time to meet was removed.

Instead, Damien would light a fire in the empty Mayoral residence (he gave the staff the weekend off) and read a book. It wouldn't be anything special, but it would be a break, at least.

-

At some point, he had fallen asleep while reading, as a loud knock at the door startled him awake. The fire had reduced to embers, and the sun had dipped below the buildings across the street. As he attempted to gather his bearings and adjust to the world of the waking, the banging repeated.

"Damien? Don't pretend you're asleep. I could see you snoring in there!" Though muffled, it was impossible to miss the Colonel's booming voice. Damien stumbled out of the chair and hurried to unlock the door. There, along with the Colonel, were Mark and Celine, wrapped up to protect themselves from the cold.

"You told me you all had plans today. What are you all doing here?"

"Well, we did have plans. But like the best things in life, good plans often don't work out. For instance," Mark lightly elbowed William, "This oaf decided to not stay the night with his family -"

"Because they were going to stay with my brother, and you know how small his house is for everyone!" William's counter was overruled with another jab to his side by Mark.

"So we thought, well, it wouldn't be the same if you weren't with us."

"I would have been happy to let you two enjoy -"

"Damien, if the next words out of your mouth are 'Christmas without me', I will shove my scarf in your mouth." Celine was already pulling off her scarf to back up this threat. When Damien quickly closed his mouth, she gave her brother a smug look. "Then it's settled. We're going to make hot chocolates and play those games we'd play as kids. Grab your coat."

"Already ahead of you!" Somehow, William had slipped past the group, fetched Damien's coat, keys, and cane, and had slammed the door behind them. "My nieces showed me this swell game where you draw these squares on the ground outside -"

As the group hurried away from the Mayoral Residence, Damien could already feel the melancholy lift from his shoulders. This was what the Holidays were about, right? The chance to spend time with the people who mattered the most in the world, even if it wasn't in a 'traditional' way.

[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.

[honeypiehotchner]

Unconventional (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part sixteen

Hi ;)) You’re welcome for this

Warnings: ...it’s just smut. blowjob/oral (m receiving). semi-public, I suppose. innocence kink MAYBE (just trying to cover my bases)

Previous chapter || Fic Masterlist || Hotch Masterlist

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.

Next chapter

[alwritey-aphrodite]

30. Funnel cakes and apple cider, requested by @ophelialoveshandsomemen

2022 Fall Blurbs

You and Steven both loved the fall, the two of you planning fall themed dates almost every weekend. You went apple picking together, to the pumpkin patch together, and now, you were heading to a nearby fall festive, with treats and rides and games.

You were both dressed in your coziest sweaters, absolutely ecstatic for the day ahead of you. The weather was perfect, chilly but still sunny, and the company was even better. Even though you saw Steven almost every day, you still loved to go on your little dates with him.

He always knew how to make you feel special.

When you arrive at the small outdoor festival, Steven looks absolutely giddy. You love seeing the way his eyes light up, so full of joy and love, two things he never thought he’d receive. And yet here you were, holding hands as you meandered through the festival, taking in all of the sights and sounds.

There are so many food options, and all of them perfectly fall themed, it’s almost impossible to choose. But, after a bit of deliberation, you settle on splitting a funnel cake and some apple cider, and find a picnic table for you to share your treats.

Steven can’t help but notice how Marc is unusually quiet, something that would have made him happy months ago but now causes worry to flare up in his veins. He reaches out for Marc within the headspace, who’s present but still unnaturally quiet.

Stop worrying about me and enjoy your date

So that’s what this was about.

Marc loves spending time with you, and you with him, but he always retreats like this, takes a backseat while you and Steven spend all of your time together. Marc doesn’t want to take that from either of you, knowing that if he fronts, he’ll just drag you down. Steven disagrees, and knows you would too.

You’re in the middle of dividing up your food when Steven goes quiet, trailing off in the middle of a sentence. You don’t think anything of it, knowing that something else has caught his attention and glancing up to see what it is.

He’s got a far off, glazed look in his eyes, like he’s not quite present. His mouth is twisted down, shoulders and back straightened out.

“Steven?” You ask softly, but you already know it isn’t him. “Marc?”

Hearing his name is like a shock to his system, yanking him to the front of his mind, now fully present with you. It takes him a minute to adjust, taking in you and the surroundings and instantly feeling horrible because Steven made him crash your date even when you don’t want that.

“Sorry, I can get Steven back for you.” He tells you, but Steven’s nowhere to be found. Slick bastard.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, looking around, trying to see if there’s some danger lurking in the shadows that caused Marc to front, to protect you and Steven.

“Not like that…” he replies, desperately trying to get Steven to front again, to come back and finish your date.

“Oh.” you shift a plate towards him and he’s amazed by how fine you are with this change, “Well, Steven and I were supposed to share, and there’s no way I could eat all of this.”

There’s no pressure from you, leaving the choice completely to him. He’s sure that if he said he wanted to go back to the apartment, you’d happily go with him, despite having looked forward to this date for months.

But he’s hesitant to agree. Marc doesn’t do this kind of thing, doesn’t do cute seasonal dates or festive food. He doesn’t remember ever having a funnel cake, even when he was a kid.

“But we can always head back, if you want,” and he knows he���s taken too long to respond, knows that you’re feeling awkward after extending a hand like that, an offer to spend time together, and have him practically turn you down. He hates seeing you like this, closed off and self conscious because he’s being an idiot.

“How’s work been?” He asks instead of answering your question, pulling one of the plates towards him and picking up one of the plastic forks on the picnic table. He loves the way you smile at him then, and he continues to love it throughout the day you spend together. He even manages to ignore Steven’s smug little I told you so, and instead just focus on how happy you seem with him, something he never thought was possible.

[solarwindswriting]

One Step Forward, Three Steps Back

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x BakugoSibiling!Reader

Word Count: 1893

Summary: Part one to Sunkissed. The truth of what Amajiki has been doing behind his girlfriend Y/n Bakugo’s back comes to light during a hero conference and the fallout is anything but glamorous. All Y/n can think about are the past memories of their relationship.

Warnings: Yelling, Cheating, Reader uses her quirk against Amajiki

A/N: I was given a writing prompt based on ‘1 step forward, 3 steps back’ and ‘enough of you’ by Olivia Rodrigo and got so lost in the Sause. I highly recommend listening to the song while you read this.

“You are all I’ve ever had! I have given you EVERYTHING!” The walls seemed to shake as her voice boomed in the once chattering room of Pro Heros.

“Please, be quiet,” Amajiki urged Y/n, hand reaching out towards her cheek.

Amajiki’s hand gets thrown back down to his side, wrist warm from the sparks coming from her hands. His hood falls from his head. She had never spoken to him like this, never fought his affection like this. Tears fell from her eyes.

Her voice shook, filled with venom through gritted teeth, “no! You do not get to play the hero this time!” 

Cherry blossom petals float through the sky like a fairytale. The air fills with laughter from the lovers. Amajiki and Y/n had just finished classes for the day and had the weekend to plan for their spring break trip. Amajiki had brought a bottle of Y/n’s favorite juice.

“No, you don’t understand the full story,” Tamaki whispered, hoping his partner would follow.

“What’s going on?” Bakugo’s deep voice booms as he crosses the room in a rush.

“This doesn’t involve you,” Amajiki tried to assure Bakugo.

“Like hell it does. My older sister is crying in the middle of a work conference,” Bakugo speaks matter of factly. “What’s happening, Y/n.”

“Go ahead. Tell him, Tamaki!” Y/n demanded, hand pointing towards her brother.

The tips of Amajiki’s ears flush red when being put on the spot. His breathing starts to pick up and become labored. Before him were two of the most popular heroes, the Bakugo siblings. He knew he was in the wrong, but how was he supposed to admit that in a room full of his bosses and colleagues?

“Out with it? What did you do this time, Squid Boy?” Bakugo’s voice booms almost as loud as Y/n’s.

Bakugo could hear his sister on the phone in the other room.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine… I understand… Things come up, you know?... yeah, we can reschedule for another day… Yeah. I- I love you too… Bye”

Y/n starts to walk towards the living room. He turns the tv on, pretending he wasn’t listening.

“Who were you on the phone with?” Bakugo asks.

“Oh,” a small sniffle comes from Y/n, not expecting to see her brother. “Tamaki. He has to reschedule our date. Something about Fatgum asking him to come in for a last minute raid.”

Bakugo looks over towards his sister. She had obviously spent a long time getting ready. Her hair was perfectly placed, her dress was pressed and wrinkle free, but her eyes were tinted red.

“Man, how last minute was it this time?” Bakugo scoffs.

“He was supposed to be here an hour ago,” Y/n whispers towards the hardwood of their family home.

Bakugo’s eyebrows knit together. Sure, Amajiki canceled their plans a lot but he never waited until they were already supposed to be out to call.

“Want me to call Ashido? She probably has plans to go out tonight,” Bakugo asks, already pulling out his cellphone.

Y/n smiles, wiping her eyes carefully, looks up to her brother, “yeah, that sounds fun.”

“I always have to be sooo perfect for you, Tamaki! God forbid I say something that’ll embarrass you in front of all your precious fans! You don’t even let me spend real time with my own fans!” Y/n’s voice began to raise again.

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s happening over here?” Togata’s cheery voice fills the air as he steps between his two friends.

“Oh, good, Mirio. Have you seen Hado anywhere? I’d like to talk to her.” Y/n’s voice shifts suddenly to one of innocence and cheer.

“Hado? You mean Nejire? Why are you calling her by her last name?” Togata asks, confused.

“Don’t tell her where Nejire is,” commands Amajiki.

“Wait, why shouldn’t I tell her?” Togata now looks even more confused towards Amajiki.

“You don’t know? I’m shocked! I thought your little lap dog tells you everything.” Y/n’s voice was condescending and full of malice.

“Did you just call me a lap dog?” Amajiki’s anger began to rise.

Togata looks back to Y/n with shock, “hey now, I don’t know what’s going one but there’s no reas-”

He was cut off by Y/n’s loud cries and popping hands. “He fucked her! He canceled our aniversary dinner to FUCK HER!”

A loud boom echoes in the meeting hall and Amajiki is thrown across the room. Before she was able to run in for a second blast, Y/n was being held back by her brother’s strong arms. Her arms and legs thrashed against the body holding her as words spilled from her lips faster than she could think of them. Hado was at Amajiki’s side in an instant.

“3… 2… 1… Go!” Togata hollars at the two girls at the other end of the track.

The two students take off at breakneck speeds. One floats forward on waves of energy, the other with loud blasts from her hands. Loud laughs could be heard from both. Cheers and whoops from their friends and Class 1-A fueled them forward.

“Come on, Bunny! You’ve got this!” Amajiki called for his girlfriend.

The two heroes cross the track in seconds, the exciting race coming to a quick end. Aizawa wanted the group of third years to help his class gain speed with the help of their quirks. Aizawa looked at the two friends who had each other wrapped in a tight side hug.

“Detacord wins,” Aizawa’s flat voice is cut off by the cheers of class 1-a.

Y/n jumps away and up in victory. Celebrating with a little dance.

“I think that’s the first time I've beaten you in a race!” Y/n chuckles towards her friends.

Hado laughs in response pulling her friend in for a hug, “I think you’re right! I knew you could do it!”

“Humility in victory and such,” Aizawa says towards his students. “Everyone up. Pick one of the four to help you specifically.”

Y/n’s resistance slowed as her attacking words dissolved into heart wrenching sobs. She slowly sank to the floor, the once tight grip around her arms loosened. Y/n was quickly pulled to standing and out of the conference hall by a group of people she couldn’t make out through her tears. She’s led into what she assumes is one of their hotel rooms and sat on a couch. A pair of familiarly pink arms wrap around her.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Ashido’s voice was soft.

Y/n’s breath sputtered as she tried to catch her breath. Bakugo’s voice thundered from down the hall. The words were indistinguishable but the anger was apparent. Then some more booms and multiple voices being shouted.

Y/n found out a week later what had happened. Amajiki apparently tried to defend his actions to those who would listen but Bakugo wasn’t going to waste his time with his excuses. Instead, Bakugo sent a half powered AP Shot right at Amajiki’s chest. ‘Nothing that would permanently damage him,’ Bakugo had assured her, ‘but strong enough to remind him where he stands compared to me.’ News and tabloid headlines read of the events of that night and the newly single Pro Hero.

It took another month before Y/n was moved out of her shared home with Amajiki. The whole time he would be apologizing, begging her not to go, promising something like this would never happen again. He even tried to have Hado talk to her, saying it was her fault, not Y/n’s or Amajiki’s. Bakugo wouldn’t let her be there alone after that. He planned someone to be with her since he knew he couldn’t because of work. It was a rotating group of his friends who would come on their days off to help her.

“No, Y/n,” the tipsy Amajiki giggles out. “Staaay with me. Why must you sit over there with the girls?”

Y/n laughs as her lips meet Amajiki’s before pulling away and looking down at her boyfriend, “I invited them over to hang out, not to watch us kissing you all night.”

“But I never get to see you know that we work at different agencies,” pouted Amajiki.

“Oh, shove it, Tamaki!” Hado laughs.

“Yeah, you get her every single night! We get her when she remembers to text us back.” Ashido tuts.

“Fiiine,” Amajiki feigns death.

The girls laugh, getting comfortable on the other side of the couch, turning on a movie to watch.

“Take everything,” Ashido pushed. “Anything you bought, take with you. I know you put the most into that house. Remind him of just how much he’s losing. We’ll all come over during one of his patrol shifts and move it all out at once.”

Y/n agreed with a small head nod. Her expressions had muted since the hero conference and it was painfully obvious to everyone around her.

The group did just what Ashido suggested. On the last day of clearing out Y/n’s belongings, half of class 1-a and even Togata gathered everything Y/n could identify that she bought. She didn’t need to lift a finger as bodies passed around her, packing the rest of her belongings, including her couch and bed. Yaoyorozu had been petty enough to take the frames and leave the photos even. When all was done, the house looked almost empty.

Not long after Amajiki and Y/n’s split, Hado moved in with Amajiki and they isolated themselves from the rest of the friend group. Y/n was surrounded with her friends but moved through life a shell of her former self. She busied herself with hero work, jumping up the next year’s hero ratings to the number 12 spot and being promoted to the top sidekick for Pro Hero Hawks. She had never been more popular and she should feel happier than she ever has. Y/n wore a smile through all of it, but it never reached her eyes. She would find herself listening to old voicemails from Amajiki when she was alone. The ones where he would rant about having to make phone calls before he realizes he’s leaving a voicemail and quickly says ‘I love you’ and ends the call.

“I miss you,” Y/n whispers as she hugs her phone close.

Amajiki became sharper, and more harsh at work, tiring himself out before ever getting home. He walked through the front door of his house, tired and battered from his patrol shift. He noticed the air smelled like cookies as he took off his shoes. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath in, picturing Y/n in the kitchen's threshold, hand on her hip saying something snarky about how he’s late again and calling him squid boy as a punctuation at the end. When he opens his eyes, instead he sees a softly smiling Hado.

“Welcome home, love. Work was tough today?” Her voice was soft and flowed like honey.

“Uh, yeah.” Amajiki groans out, moving across the house towards what was once Y/n’s office, now his own.

He closes in the door quietly behind him. He leans his head against the wall beside the door. Taking another deep breath in, he holds it before whispering out, “I miss you.”

[landinoandco]

An Unlikely Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Word count: 2.1k

Requests are open :)

The Belgium Grand Prix was one that was highly anticipated - not only did it mark the end of the summer break and start to the second part of the season but it also promised some quality racing with its high speed corners.

You and Daniel were sitting in your hotel room on Sunday morning, a drink of coffee in your hand and a vitamin smoothie in his, your laptop open in front of you as you made some edits to the latest version of your book. You were an author and about to finish the final edit of your new novel.

“Have you seen the weather forecast for today?” He asked, leaning onto his forearms. You looked over your laptop lid and nodded, taking off your glasses.

“I have, you better be careful. It was bad enough in qualifying yesterday - “ You paused, saving your work and closing your laptop down. “I don’t care what people say - wet races always make me nervous. They shouldn’t have sent you out in Q3, it was hard to watch.”

A silence fell between the both of you, Daniel watched with a softness in his eyes. He knew exactly how you felt and he loved how supportive you were of him. You were his biggest fan and he could not be more thankful for it - you were there for him every weekend through rain and sunshine and through good races and bad races. You knew him better than anyone.

“I will be as careful as I can -” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I really feel like I’m getting somewhere though - P4.” He exclaimed, a smile flashing across his handsome features. You brushed your thumb over his hand.

“It was a really good lap - especially given the weather.” You agreed.

You moved your gaze to the window - the steady sound of rain hitting the hotel window filled the room.

“It’s definitely going to be a tense one.” Daniel muttered, pushing his chair back and getting up. You followed and made your way to the door, shrugging on your coat as you went.

The rain was pouring down as though the heavens above had opened - Daniel held an umbrella above both of you, sheltering you from the downpour. Members from different teams raced around the paddock to dry shelter - the buzz of conversation could already be heard from the grandstand in front of the pitlane. You admired the dedication of the fans; it was far from just a shower and for those exposed without even the slightest of cover would be drenched to the bone even by now and the grand prix was far from starting.

You looked over to Dan, his eyes twinkling and a spring in his step told you that he was looking forward to today’s race. His eyes flickered down to meet your gaze, bumping his shoulder into yours causing you to chuckle.

It was incredible to think about all of the things you two had managed to fit into 3 (going on 4) years. You met each other on the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, you were there plotting for your next novel and Daniel was there hiking with his friends…

You were sat on a rock, looking out to the city of Cape Town tucked away under the mountain range - you were out in South Africa on an escape from the cramped conditions of London. You had a deadline quickly approaching to come up with a plot for your next book and as of that moment you still weren’t any closer to coming up with the next bestseller. Sure, you had ideas but they were yet to set a light a fire of motivation in you.

You had zoned out, your gaze attached to a bird soaring across the landscape ahead of you when a sudden voice pulled you swiftly out.

“Whatchu’ writing about?” The man asked, his tone was bright and as you looked over at him you saw the beaming smile stretched across his features. His eyes showed a confident but kind manner, brown curls stuck to his forehead and the beginnings of a beard covered the bottom half of his face.

“If I knew, I would tell you.” You quipped back, turning to face the man in order to see him properly. He had a muscular physique, no doubt a sportsman - you had thought at the time - an explosion of colour seeping out from his shorts caught your eye as you clocked the tattoos; they weren’t the only ones either as little drawings were littered over his hands and arms.

“Nice tattoos.” You complimented, nodding over to him. If it was at all possible, his smile grew larger and he put his fist out.

“I’m Daniel, by the way, Daniel Ricciardo.”

The rest was history - an adventure packed history. One filled with enough adrenaline to last you for the rest of your existence. The introductions had also prompted your next plot idea so the following week when you had returned to London you turned it into your agent - who had immediately loved the outline you had presented.

A few hours later and the start of the Belgium grand prix was approaching but still the track was resembling more of a spa - ironically - than a safe and functional track. Dan walked in from the drivers parade and shivered - his coat having provided no cover.

Frowning, you got up and handed him a towel, “What are the conditions like?” Nerves laced your tone. Dan sat down, shrugging, “They’re what we expected them to be like but it’s really rough. If we can even see 6 feet ahead it would be a miracle.”

A miracle was something they were all desperate for and before they knew it the race had been red flagged - deemed too dangerous to race so all of the teams were in their garages coming up with ways to entertain themselves.

You had made your way out of the McLaren garage to join Daniel who was wandering up and down the pitlane looking for a way to cause havoc.

You crept up to him and grabbed his shoulders and shouted: “boo,” in his ear causing him to jump up in shock and scream. You and many witnesses were doubled over in laughter as the Australian held his hand to his chest.

“I just came to say -” You started, “That you looked like you were about to do something mischievous and I wanted in on whatever your plan was.”

Dan looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a lopsided grin formed on his face. At that moment, he had never loved you more. It was a strange feeling that he couldn’t quite describe - it was just one he felt warming up his entire body. One thing he had always adored about you was the way you understood him - at the beginning of the relationship he knew you had found it hard to deal with his childish, devil may care attitude. As soon as you relaxed more around him, you two became more comfortable with one another - you decided to try his way of living. Letting fate take you to your next adventure and enjoying the unpredictability of it all. From your first adrenaline seeking adventure Dan had managed to persuade you to join him in - he knew he had found his partner in crime. Most importantly, Dan had taught you a way of living that was more enjoyable, a way of living that allowed you to get more out of life and push your comfort zone right to the limit.

“I have a few ideas.” He smirked, then grabbed your hand twirling you around as though you were ballroom dancing.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, the corners of your eyes crinkled as he pulled you into his chest, guiding one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grasped the other in his and held them up as though you were dancing the waltz; finally placing his hand on your waist.

“I don’t suppose you would have seen it but in 2015, the American qualifying was cancelled due to rain and to pass the time I danced with my teammate. I figured I would make a tradition of it.” He explained, twirling you around again.

“Did Lando not want to dance with you?” You questioned, the corners of your lips quirked up. Daniel stopped and took a step back. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong but then a spray of water splashed up the front of your coat. Gasping, you wiped the water from your face and Daniel’s smug smile came into focus. You looked down to where he was standing and saw a gaping hole that had now filled up with water.

“You little-” You had begun, a smile betraying you entirely as it crept upon your features. You wanted to pretend to be angry but he had caught you off guard.

“I thought that you would be a nicer dance partner - but apparently not.” He retorted, biting down on his lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter at your facial expressions. You looked at him and then down at the puddle, back at Daniel and then decided what your next move would be; before you could however he had picked you up over his shoulder, spinning around happily.

“Daniel-” You protested, having to close your eyes to avoid feeling motion sick. You heard him chortle then give in as you felt your two feet touch the ground once again. You pouted at him, strands of hair now stuck to your forehead - it was a sight to behold. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat, his breath becoming shallower as he brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. He had decided at that moment that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he was ready to start the next chapter of his life with you. It would be a brand new adventure and probably the scariest yet.

“Marry me.” He mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. He froze, an idea sparked, turning on his heel he fled in the direction of the McLaren garage.

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, your heart thumping against your ribs. Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you glanced around you only to realise the whole of the pitlane and grandstand of fans had fallen silent - watching on in anticipation. Had they heard what he had said? How could they have, Daniel had muttered so quietly even you had struggled to hear the words that tumbled from his lips. Little did you know, a camera had caught every moment and you were now the sole focus as you waited for Daniel to come back.

Moments later and he was running out of the McLaren garage, something in his left hand. You squinted to get a better look, from where you were standing all you could see was a flash of blue - but as he came closer you realised what he was holding was in fact a Haribo packet.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, you knew exactly what he was about to do. You were fighting back tears of joy as he opened the haribo packet and pulled out a gummy ring, got down on one knee and said: “Marry me. Our new adventure, just you and me. My partner in crime.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you nodded fervently, words appearing to fail you. You flung your arms around his neck. There was an eruption of cheer from around you, as fans whistled and clapped and fellow teams called out in congratulations.

You placed a hand either side of Daniel’s face, tears shone in his eyes. To most a gummy ring would seem immature - laughable even but to you, it confirmed to you how much you loved the man standing in front of you. The gummy ring he had presented to you meant so much more than being a Haribo. It represented you both as a couple. A love that was unconditional and would never get old and yet whilst you both would age - the love you had for one another would stay youthful, unpredictable and exciting.

You were more than ready to start the next chapter of your adventure with the man you loved most.