#so hard to draw when anxious out of my mind but fuck it

[grijzelucht]

clocking into the yuri factory

[autism-corner]

shaking beast time

[lokisgoodgirl]

Only For You [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Just Loki in your pants and in his feels. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Fluff. Mentions of violence. Language. (w/c 1k)

Loki’s lips trace over your neck with hot, reverent breaths. His hips rock up with each careful gasp, his hands fixed on your lower back like you might vanish.

You knot your fingers deep into the lengths of his hair, grazing his scalp, drinking in the heat of his cautious lust as he buries into the curve of your neck with a biting groan.

He has to be careful when he returns from battle and his blood’s up. Going from using his full force, to handling you, is dangerous. Irresistible—but dangerous. The thought alone sends a new thrill lighting up your spine.

The straight line of his nose runs against the sweep of your skin, his kiss landing on the angle of your jaw.

“Talk to me,” you whisper, all vowels, lost in the soft moan as he pulls your ass closer to his crotch and his cock sinks deep.

“What would you like me to say?”

It’s a goad, a growl, and he tips your chin towards him with one, long finger. Loki’s eyes are glittering black in candlelight; two pools of fresh tar spilling from irises deep enough to drown in. You could choke on him; feel that black delight of his gaze gurgling in the back of your throat and beg for more.

“That I’ve burned for you since I’ve been gone?” he murmurs, calculated and glacial, “That I thought only of you while hoards of enemies fell beneath my prowess...That I would have traded the mantle of victory in a heartbeat for one night with my sword sheathed in your perfect, dark, heat?”

His stomach clenches in sync with a staggered gasp which rushes over the nape of your neck. "That I'd trade it all for you?"

You gasp as he punctuates the final word with a targeted buck of his hips. “Something like that?”

“Yes.” More. It’s implied.

He hums against the vein straining at your neck. Your fingernails sink into the hard muscle of his shoulders as he lowers you backwards to the rumpled sheets now cool and damp under your flushed skin. There's a groan of discontent as he slides from the dark heat he loves.

Streaks of black are plastered against Loki’s forehead; a sheen of perspiration glistening on flawless, milky skin as he crawls up your body, kissing every several inches up your midsection until his cock is pressed against your slit and his lips hang over yours... just out of reach.

“More,” he whispers.

It isn’t a question, and you can’t stifle the smile. Loki grins, and something inside you twists with fierce anticipation.

“I love you,” he says, savouring the alien syllables as though each one might be overheard by some unseen foe, “More than my black heart thought it was possible; crawling from the shadows of my own indifference.”

He kisses you once—chaste—and your mind scrambles, heart pounding between your ribs.

Did he really say...?

His chest is pressed to yours, and his hand slides beneath your head on the pillow and works through your hair. Loki’s eyes narrow lightly.

“I love you the way a beast cannot control the urge to hunt; to fuck; the way lungs need to breathe— the way poetry craves to be spoken.” His mouth crushes down—hard—and he draws your bottom lip between his teeth as he draws away.

The confession is so sudden, so unexpected, and you seem to float above your body while the air feels too thin to breathe. He loves me. It was beyond anything you ever imagined—a delusional fantasy confined to the unspoken quiet of the night where darkness shrouded hope. The sudden thought that this was a cruel dream lands like a punch in the midst of the joy blossoming cautiously in your gut.

“Loki…I—”

The god pulls his hips back and teases forward, sliding himself to the hilt. The anxious question building in your throat evaporates as his eyes flutter shut and he rolls his hips.

With one hand, he works his thumb against your clit while the other slides from your hair to your neck. It rests there, thumb slotted into the hollow, fingers spread against the swell of your breast as skin slaps gently against skin and a chorus of pants grow louder; filling the air like fog.

“I love you,” he says again, breathless. His eyebrows draw tighter, lips parting, small gasps escaping before he adds, “Is not that tragic?”

You reach up and cup the sharp angle of his jaw; pulling him down. Loki’s hands fly to either side of your body, the weight of him dipping the mattress as his length plunged so deeply inside you it shunts you further up the bed. “Loki, I love you…” you say, kissing him harshly. His lips don’t move against yours and when you break, his eyes are glazed.

“You…do? Are you quite sure?”

You slap his shoulder, and his features soften immediately. “Of course I’m sure. Or did you leave your wits on the battlefield as well as your dagger.”

One of Loki's brows tweaked at the playful jibe. He'd been furious about that dagger. Unless your clothes vanished, that was. “It’s scarcely gentile to insult a man when he holds your pleasure under such…” Loki bucked his hips so tightly your eyes rolled back, “compromising circumstances.”

He was a rogue. And arrogant. And dramatic. But you did love him, for all those things, not in spite of them, and so you said, “Perhaps. If he didn’t love me....That covers all manner of sins."

Loki’s mouth falls on yours—the depth of his kiss widening with each heavy exhale. “You’re a terrible influence on me, darling,” he murmurs as you push him onto his back and straddle him. His pale skin is painted a lustrous amber, and shadows nestle in the long, lean lines of his chest.

A groan chokes in Loki’s throat as you mount him. “People will whisper I’m going soft. ‘Where is the warrior’, they’ll say? ‘Where is the dark prince of Asgard, and why is this goon in his garb who insists on smiling all the time’?”

You kiss his forehead, enjoying the muffled grunt of satisfaction as he burrows against your cleavage. “Do you care?” You clench around him to drive the point home. He reclines with one hand thrown behind his head and the other guiding your hips; fingers tightening with every calculated roll.

“Never,” he growls, dimples crushing into his cheeks. “And even then, my love, only for you.”

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note: i imagine this as a part of my series study sessions w nerd!gojo but it doesn't have to be read w the others since they're all just smut rn

His glasses sit crooked on his nose, hair a mess from how often he ran his fingers through it. Anyone in their right mind could see how anxious he was.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Satoru.” Your voice is soft as you tell him this, hands smoothing up his arms til they rest on his shoulders.

Shaking his head, his grip on your hips tightens, nails digging into your skin. He didn’t seem to notice just how hard he was holding you.

“N-no, it’s—” He licks his lips, pretty blues staring down at you. “I want this.”

You coo softly, hands cupping his face to bring his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

When you part for breath, his eyebrows draw together, a determined look on his face. He’d make you feel good, make this enjoyable for you.

His cock twitches between your thighs, pre beading at the tip and dripping down onto the bed. It takes him a moment to gather himself, rolling his hips just so, so his cock is gliding through your folds and bumping your clit.

Letting out a shaky breath, he does it again, jaw falling a little slack, and he has to clench his eyes shut, his grip on your hips becoming bruising.

But then he’s pushing in—warm, wet heat enveloping him—your walls clinging to his cock has his eyes rolling, and before he can stop himself, his hips are jerking forward, sheathing himself fully inside your heat.

The sweetest, broken little gasp escapes his lips, hands scrambling for any part of your body he can get to. “Oh, shit—” His breath catches in his throat, fingers sliding over your skin. “Fuck, I—oh my god—”

He’s a wrecked, whiny little thing, voice barely above a whisper when he presses his face into your neck. That’s when you feel it, the deep throb of his cock as it pulses inside of you, the first ropes of cum spilling forth.

He shudders against you, eyes rolling again as his hips weakly rut against you, trying his best to draw out the moment and make it last.

“Shit—I'm sorry—” he babbles, nose pressed against your neck. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Sh, baby, it’s okay,” you tell him, running your fingers through the slightly damp ends of his hair, holding him close. “You felt good, right?”

Satoru sobs, tears dotting his lashes as he nods his head, arms wrapping around your midsection, quiet sniffles leaving him. He couldn’t help it, he'd never felt anything so good before. The way the warm, tight heat of your inner walls gripped him—

And the fact that you don’t seem disappointed makes his chest squeeze. If anything, you find the whole thing hot, the fact that he came from simply burying himself inside you for the first time makes you clench around him, and he lets out a broken little cry.

“I-I can keep going,” he says, though his voice is wrecked, and quiet little whimpers slip through his parted lips the longer he stays inside you. Then he’s rolling his hips, his cock twitching, oversensitive from his orgasm, and he’s holding you close against him. “I can.”

And based on the way his cock is still hard inside you, you know there’s truth behind his words.

[kisseobie]

i love hard hours.. hehe….. what do you think about piwon and public sex 😵‍💫😵‍💫

p1harmony and public sex

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

genre: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: mwahahaha i think many thoughts abt this actually…. thank u for ur contributions user wispyxjae

keeho ୭

is into it if you’re into it. doesn’t really think of it himself, but when you timidly bring it up to him before a date night he’s all ears. is definitely a hard dom, but a service dom at that, so who is he to refuse your cute little fantasy? as we may have noticed from my other keeho writings i’m … a bit obsessed with the idea of fucking him in a car and i’m not straying from that desire here either.. just imagine riling him up underneath the table during your date at a fancy restaurant, sliding one foot out of your red high heels and rubbing your foot along his groin, all while he glares at you, clearly unimpressed with your antics. keeho taking out his annoyance at your teasing him in the car, parked in a packed lot where anyone could walk by and see (and hear) what he’s doing to you. may even fuck you on the hood of his car if he’s feeling bold (and secretly is sure no one would be able to see) lol

theo ୭

personally, i think theo would be the one to bring up the idea of public sex to you. he’s not gonna be overly disappointed if you turn him down, but if you agree to it, he’s wasting no time the next instance the two of you are out and about to get down to business. the mens restroom is his personal favorite place to drag you to, it’s private enough if he puts in the effort to lock and barricade the door, but has thin enough walls for the opposite side to listen in on the nastiness of it all. although i may see him as a switch who leans submissive, i think public sex draws out a more dominant side to theo, in fact, it’s not even only dominance, he’s mean too. slapping your ass—and face if you’re into that—fucking into you so hard you’re drooling. definitely becomes a reoccurring part of your relationship once he’s gotten a taste of the thrill of being caught

jiung ୭

hmmm with jiung, i think you’d have to convince him. he’s definitely the voice of reason within your relationship, and it takes you several begs on multiple occasions, batted eyelashes and all, for him to finally give you the green light to pursue your little kink. i think you’d have a lot of fun with it, and would always aim to surprise your boyfriend when you’re out in public, like giving him a handjob at the movies, or even coercing him into a quickie in a dressing room stall. he’s always anxious that you’ll get caught and will have to live with the embarrassment of it, but a part of him, the possessive side maybe, also doesn’t mind. loves to know that he’s insatiable to you, so much so that you can’t go more than a few days without pulling him into a mildly secluded era to fuck and suck him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do <3

intak ୭

intak is shyer than most may believe. due to this, i think he might be a little apprehensive at first, but when the pair of you first begin having sex in more public places, he realizes he may be into it even more than you, despite it being your idea. this might not be considered public, but his favorite risky place to fuck you would definitely be the groups’ shared kitchen counter. the fact that any of his members could walk in on him eating you out really riles the poor boy up :( besides that, i think intak might even be a little weirdo that would enjoy fucking you in more unusual locations.. like the top floor of a parking garage at night.. or maybe even a busy library :DD he just can’t say no to you, sorry!

soul ୭

is neutral on the topic. he’s a pervy boy who loves fucking his hot girlfriend, so if said gf wants to have sex in an empty classroom, he’ll clear off some desks and get his ass to work! he really doesn’t mind most of your sexual fantasies, and in true shota fashion, is just the cute boyfriend who wants to give you each and everything you ask for, so i think sho would just go with the flow if you asked to be intimate in more risky, public places. i specifically can imagine you, dolled up in a flowy sundress, on a little picnic with your boyfriend, and soul having a mischievous smile on his face, giggling while poking his head under your dress and giving you head in a secluded area of a public park. he’s so eager to please :(

jongseob ୭

this man bro… i don’t think with yall it would really be a conversation, more of just a spur of the moment thing that would soon become a reoccurring fantasy shared by both of you! i can picture the two of you at an arcade of sorts, squeezing into a photo booth and taking cute couple photos. the film strip you chose had quite a few slots, and you suggest a kiss shot, which somehow leads to your boyfriend making out with you, and eventually pulling up your shirt and bra to knead at your tits, all whilst the photo booth continues to capture the intimate scene with consistent clicks. when yall finally realize the session has ended, you’re both blushing and scrambling out of the booth the retrieve the photos before anyone else can take a peak at them… woah

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[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, mention of blood, disposal of bodies, slight injuries, mention of a gun, drugs, unprotected sex, mention of baby fever.

word count: 7.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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San Diego, California - 2:30PM

Genesis and Jimmy were at the gym, where Jimmy assisted Genesis with her form. His hand rested on her waist, drawing her closer as they exchanged glances in the mirror.

His gaze in the mirror sent her stomach into knots, making her so anxious that she intentionally made mistakes just to provoke a response from him.

His deep-set eyes glimmered in a way that he was aware captivated her.

“You messing up on purpose mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“No, it’s hard to focus when I have a handsome man like yourself looking at me like you wanna devour me in this gym right now.” Genesis responded.

Her reply made him laugh, his thumbs gently gliding along the curve of her waist, even though the tension between them was palpable, like a quiet mouse, as they struggled to resist the urge to touch each other.

He positioned himself behind her, maintaining a comfortable distance while still being close enough to assist with her squat technique.

“A’ight.” He spoke softly, "Position your feet shoulder-width apart. Maintain an upright chest, engage your core, and keep your gaze forward. Also, avoid locking your knees."

Genesis carefully followed his guidance, adjusting her position. "Is this how it's done?"

He observed intently from behind her, saying, "Almost there, let me give you a hand."

She sensed one of his hands resting on her waist while the other gently adjusted her thighs from the outside, a blend of caution and assurance in his touch.

"Just like this, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice softly caressing her ear. "Now tilt a bit more, just like mama does."

A wave of anxiety washed over her as her breath hitched in her throat, causing her skin to tingle at his soft caress. Nevertheless, she successfully complied with his guidance and lowered herself into a shallow squat.

“Doing good mamas.” He said.

She nodded and deliberately repeated it slowly, allowing her lips to move slightly more to emphasize her point.

Jimmy’s hand froze.

“Gigi.”

“Yes?” She answered with a soft tone.

“You tryna get us thrown out this gym?”

She turned to him with her wide, innocent eyes and said, 'Bo, I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm simply following your guidance.'

His gaze lingered on her silhouette, his jaw clenching momentarily, “this yo’ second time doing this on purpose.”

She leaned down once more, this time more slowly and with greater depth. “I’m just doing my squats Bo, you’re being dramatic.” 

“Yeah, aight. keep doing squats like that and imma squat something else Gigi.” 

She pressed her lips together to suppress a smile and stood tall. “what? you gonna bend me over or something?”

He moved in even closer, his chest almost touching her back. His hands encircled her waist, holding her more firmly.

“I could, but I won’t because we gotta work in a bit so imma let this one slide.” He muttered quietly.

This made her laugh at him; she was always so daring in his presence, pushing his limits to see if he would take any risks, no matter the consequences.

She turned her head slightly, “you so nasty Bo.”

He moved closer, his lips nearly touching her ear. "You always understand me like this, Gigi," he whispered, pressing his firm body against her so she could sense his excitement. "You have a way of getting me all worked up in this gym."

She glanced around the gym to check if anyone was watching, but no one seemed to notice. This prompted her to take hold of his rigid member, stroking it, which led him to grasp her throat, pulling her closer to him.

“You’d fucked me right here in this gym?” She inquired, casting another look around to ensure they weren't being observed.

“Mhm, if I had it my way. I’ll take you over to one of restrooms and bend that ass over, fucking you until those legs are trembling.” He gestured. “Make you cum all over my dick.”

A sly grin played on her lips as she withdrew her hand from his rigid arousal. With each passing moment, she felt her panties growing wetter, prompting her to squeeze her thighs together in an effort to maintain her composure in the gym.

As he gently brushed aside the strands of her braids from her neck, she felt his warm, wet kisses send shivers down her spine, causing her to melt into him at once. "Daddy," she murmured softly.

“What? Just say the word and I’ll take you over there right now mamas.” He whispered against her skin.

She paused briefly, taking in the scene around her, where people were either immersed in their music or working out. "Take me," she said, and that was all he needed to hear. He stepped up behind her and pulled her toward one of the restrooms, ready to turn her world upside down.

—

Pechanga Arena - 7:00PM

Genesis recently wrapped up her interview with The Street Profits, discussing their aspirations to become the top contenders for the tag team titles tonight. Just then, she took a sip of water and noticed her best friend Jade approaching her.

Before setting her water bottle down, she smiled and embraced her. As they pulled apart, Jade noticed the same radiant glow that had been present for the past four months since Jimmy and her best friend became a couple.

However, that wasn't the reason she was approaching her.

“Girl, first off you’re glowing and secondly have you been checking your messages lately?” Jade said.

She raised an eyebrow at her with a confused expression on her face, “no? Why did something happen?”

Jade took out her phone and opened her messages, showing Genesis several texts from Quincy reaching out to her.

Q💔: Yo Jade tell Gigi to text me back  Q💔: tell her I miss you and want her home please  Q💔: I want to break up with that Samoan ass nigga he don’t know how to deal with her like I can Q💔: you gotta believe me Jade Please 

Genesis's expression twisted in revulsion as she read the messages he had sent to Jade, prompting her to check her own messages and discover multiple notifications from him.

She sighed and rolled her eyes at his latest message, suggesting they meet up tomorrow to sort out their issues.

“He wants me to meet up with him tomorrow, and I’m not doing that. Why can’t he see that I’m cool where I’m at?” She said.

“That’s what I literally told him and he was complaining and talking shit about Jonathan knowing Jonathan would put a bullet to his brain.” 

“I feel like this is a tactic from Zilla, because Quincy don’t be this sympathetic about what he did.” Jade nodded her head in agreement. “Especially with that court date coming up.”

Fuck She completely overlooked her upcoming court date, and it felt as if she was reliving the pain of her divorce. Sitting in that courtroom, away from Quincy, she found herself facing the ordeal once more, but this time it was with Zilla, as she pursued charges against him for nearly assaulting and harassing her during his suspension.

“Thanks for reminding me, I hope He goes to jail. So I can move on from all this if I’m being honest I want to have a baby.” Genesis said as she had seen her best friend's eyes wide open.

“Excuse me? Did my best friend just say she’s having baby fever right now? Oh girl Jon got you hooked.” 

Genesis elbowed her playfully, rolling her eyes—she had been contemplating the idea of starting a family with Jimmy for a while now, but she was also anxious about moving too quickly since they had only been dating for four months, which made her feel apprehensive.

“Yes, I’m having baby fever right now. It just a phase though. I’ll get over it.” 

Jade rolled her eyes, “girl nah, you want that baby with Jon I can feel it especially the way he has been holding you down for four months into the relationship girl that’s a man and husband right there.”

“Don’t you think that’s moving too fast Jade? I mean we’ve only been together for four months, not even a year ion wanna rush into anything.” Jade empathized with her best friend's longing for motherhood, especially since Jimmy was capable of fulfilling that dream, yet she sensed Genesis's uncertainty about the whole baby situation.

She draped her arm over her shoulders while Genesis gazed up at her. "Just take a moment to reflect before rushing into a decision, and have a chat with Jonathan about it. I know he cares for you immensely, Gigi, and would do anything to support you."

Genesis smiled and nodded at her best friend, feeling grateful that she could share anything with her without fear of judgment.

“Well imma go, gotta do a segment for the show but remember what I said Gigi.” Jade said.

“Okay I’ll see you later bestie!” Genesis exclaimed as she pulled her phone out to text Jimmy.

Gigi🤍: Bo?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s up baby?

Gigi🤍: can we have our little mini walk together? If you aren’t busy ofc

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: is something wrong mamas?

She realized he might think something was amiss, but all she wanted was to have an open and meaningful discussion with him about her thoughts on the baby fever issue that's been on her mind.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: do I have to catch another body for you mamas bc I’ll do it 

Gigi🤍: No 😭😭 I’m okay I just want to talk to you about something Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight I was finna say girl, but I’ll be outside waiting on you when I’m done with the segment for the show aight?

Gigi🤍: okay Bo

With everything being pre-recorded for tonight's Smackdown show, it was likely going to take him a while to wrap up. So, she took the initiative, grabbing her hoodie from the equipment box and her phone before heading out to the front.

As she scrolled through her phone, catching glimpses of her family's posts from home that she longed for, she wished for a day or two off to book a flight back. Lost in thought, she accidentally collided with someone, only to realize it was Trinity of all people.

She sighed in exasperation when her friend remained silent until she finally called out her name, grabbing her attention.

“Whore? How the fuck am I the whore? When he wanted me first?” Genesis clapped back, placing her phone in her pocket.

“You ruined everything me and him had going on!” Trinity hollered as she pointed her finger at her.

“I didn’t ruin anything, it just seems like he made up his mind and didn’t want you anymore.” She responded while shrugging her shoulders.

At that moment, Trinity reached her breaking point with Genesis's sarcastic comments. She charged at Genesis, attempting to grab her braids, but Genesis skillfully dodged, delivering a brutal punch to Trinity's face. The impact sent Trinity reeling backward, clutching her nose as warm blood began to trickle down.

“You want a round two bitch? C’mon.” Genesis removed her hoodie, tossing it aside as onlookers observed the entire scene unfold before their eyes.

At that moment, Trinity seized Genesis by her braids, attempting to land a few punches, but they missed as Genesis countered with a powerful body slam, sending Trinity crashing to the ground with a resounding thud that drew everyone's gaze.

Genesis relentlessly pounded Trinity's head against the pavement, delivering another brutal punch to her face. Despite Trinity's attempts to shield herself with her arms, she was no match for the fury of Genesis's blows. Genesis then yanked her up by the hair, treating her like a rag doll, and slammed her body against the metal pipe at the end of the table, eliciting a painful groan from Trinity.

She repeated the action relentlessly until she felt a sense of fulfillment—snatching a nearby chair, she slammed it onto the ground, startling Trinity and everyone else around her; her madness surpassed even that of Jimmy.

“Get up bitch! You wanted this shit right?! Get the fuck up!” 

Trinity struggled to rise, gripping her side and limping slightly as she attempted to gain momentum. Meanwhile, Genesis spun around, swinging the chair on her back, which elicited a cry of pain that infuriated Trinity. In a fit of rage, she snatched the chair from Genesis, poised to retaliate, when a booming voice echoed from behind them.

“Swing that fucking chair at her and I’ll fuck you up Trin I swear to god.” Jimmy's voice thundered behind them as Jey followed closely.

Jimmy approached Genesis, wrapping his arms around her waist, while casting a fierce look at Trinity, who was visibly angry and frustrated after Jey had removed her chair.

“You’re making threats at me?! You fucking bitch!”

“I am, and I meant that shit Trin. Why are you starting shit with her for?”

“Because this stupid whore bumped into me!” 

“And this is why yo’ ass got fucked up because you kept calling me a whore!” Genesis was poised to spring at her, but Jimmy grasped her firmly, his face conveying a warning that made her exhale heavily.

“You better fucking respect her whether you like it or not she my  girlfriend so imma need you move the fuck around aight?” Jimmy said as Trinity huffed while stomping away.

Genesis felt the weight of Jimmy's gaze, her nerves preventing her from meeting his eyes, fully aware that a reprimand awaited her in private. Meanwhile, Jimmy signaled to Jey that he would join him later, as he needed to address the situation with her.

He took her hand and led her outside, away from prying eyes, so they could have a private conversation. Once they reached the quiet outdoors, with a gentle breeze blowing, Jimmy stood before her, arms crossed.

Genesis was anxious to speak, hoping he would break the silence first.

He begins to say, “What did I tell you Gigi?” 

“Jimmy I promise you I didn’t start anything with her I was just minding my business and accidentally bumped into her trying to wait on you out front and she just started tripping.” Genesis explained.

“Okay, but that’s not what I told you last time Gigi.” With a deep sigh and an eye roll, she realized this was the last topic she wanted to discuss at the moment.

Genesis started giving him a disapproving look with her arms crossed, and Jimmy noticed her playful attitude, which made him laugh.

“Fix yo’ fucking face before I do.” She stood firm, shaking her head as he approached, his hand gripping her throat to assert his dominance.

His voice resonated with a rich, deep timbre.

And his head was tilted a bit gazing into her eyes. “What I say Gigi?” Looking at her lips then back into her eyes.

Now she was pouting like a puppy before whining like a baby. “Dadddy.”

He kissed her lips, “What?”

“I’m sorry for having an attitude with you…” avoiding eye contact with him.

He had a crooked smile on his face while placing a few more kisses on her pouty lips, “you sorry mamas? You know ion play that shit.” Jimmy’s hand slid down to cup both of her ass cheeks.

“Yess I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry. But I do need to talk to you about something that’s been heavy on my mind.” Genesis said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Talk to me baby, I’m right here.” Jimmy responded while rubbing circles around her ass cheeks.

She began to share her recent thoughts and feelings about wanting to stop using birth control, expressing her desire for his support, even though she was still uncertain about making that decision.

Jimmy listened intently, his gaze fixed on her as he gently pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up at him with innocent eyes, continuing to share her feelings about the baby fever that had been consuming her for weeks. She expressed her concerns about their relationship's pace and how long they had been together.

“Baby, I told you I’ll support you in anything mamas. Even if you want to have my kids.” Jimmy reassured her.

“I know, but I’m scared we are moving too fast.” Genesis responded.

“We can take things slow mamas, we don't have to have a child right away let’s just keep focusing on us aight?” She nodded her head as she smiled at him.

Genesis revealed to him that she had some news, and his expression shifted as she pulled out her phone, displaying the messages Quincy had sent her for him to read.

As Jimmy cracked his neck, he handed her phone back, his jaw tightening slightly while she looked up at him.

“Look, imma take you to see him tomorrow but just know I’m going to be right there behind you because I feel like this is a tactic from my cousin.” He said.

“I thought the same way about this too.” She added.

“Either way, imma give you something.” Jimmy raised his hoodie, drew his Glock from his waistband, and handed it to her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. “Take it for protection for yourself just in case he be on some bullshit aight?”

She nodded, recalling the countless occasions when her stepfather would show her how to handle a gun or shotgun after returning from the gun shop—this was all too familiar to her.

“But what about you?” Genesis asked.

“I got another one in my duffel bag mamas you know I come strapped regardless.” Jimmy responded.

She examined the Glock, noting that it was set to safety mode while she aimed it forward. It was a sleek firearm, though she wished it were pink rather than black.

“But you serious about this baby fever you’ve been feeling?”

She looked at him, “yeah, I’m serious about it but my main concern is us only being together for four months makes me wanna wait.”

Genesis placed the glock inside of her waistband while pulling down her shirt, “we can wait princess we don’t need to rush.” She smiled at him while wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands were on her hips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

—

Once the show wrapped up for the evening, Genesis began to gather her belongings into her purse, including the Glock that Jimmy had handed her earlier. It was at that moment she felt her phone buzz with a message from Quincy.

She clicked on the message and read through it.

Q💔: Can I come see you? So we can talk?

Didn’t he just say he wanted to talk tomorrow? Why does he want to talk right now?

Without responding, she tucked her phone into her purse, wrapped her hoodie around her waist, and slung her purse over her shoulder as she stepped out the door.

As she stepped outside, she noticed someone approaching her, calling her name. Turning her head, she caught their attention and recognized a familiar face emerging from the shadows.

It was Quincy.

The most recent time she had laid eyes on him was during their visit to Jimmy's mother's house, where he was busy capturing moments of her with his camera, just after he had been discharged from the hospital.

She drew her Glock and aimed it straight at him, prompting him to raise his hands in a defensive gesture.

“The fuck are you doing here?” She questioned him.

“I just want to talk Gigi, that’s all. Can we please talk?” He said getting closer to her.

“Well I don’t wanna talk to you! You said we would speak to each other tomorrow! So back the fuck up!” Genesis shouted loudly in the open air, steadfastly aiming her Glock at him as she held her position firmly.

She scanned her environment, ensuring it was only him present and not Zilla, as the silence from Zilla had unsettled her, filling her with fear that she might be taken by him.

“Genesis baby, c’mon now. You can put the gun down.” 

“Take another fucking step and I’ll shoot you dead Quincy.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me Gigi, you know you love me still instead of that Samoan nigga you with.” Once again, he was revealing his true nature, reminding her exactly why she had chosen to divorce him in the first place. She recognized all his manipulative strategies aimed at convincing her that her feelings for him had not faded.

“I don’t fucking love you! You fucking ruined me! And now that I’m in a better place you wanna come back and ruin shit for me!” As she fought to hold back the tears welling in her eyes, she sensed her emotions beginning to fade, slipping through her grasp like sand.

Quincy felt a sense of satisfaction as he noticed the way his teasing was slowly getting to her, a smirk creeping onto his face as he realized his strategy was effective. “C’mon baby girl, come back home to me. I’m sorry we can start over.”

As she felt the familiar weight of an impending anxiety attack, her breath quickened and her hands trembled, but everything changed when she witnessed someone land a punch on Quincy, sending him crashing to the ground.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she sank to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to regain her composure, allowing her feelings to wash over her as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she sensed a hand on her, triggering her instinct to defend herself; she reacted by striking out and yelling in alarm.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t fuc—“ Suddenly, she sensed a hand on her, triggering her instinct to defend herself; she reacted by striking out and yelling in alarm.

As she surrendered to the moment, tears streamed down her cheeks while they shared an intense kiss, her body melting into his embrace. His tongue danced within her mouth, and with a firm grip on her thighs, he lifted her effortlessly, ensuring to take her purse and the Glock he had gifted her along for the ride.

He pulled away for a second before looking at Jey saying something.

“Take his ass to one of the empty warehouses, we will deal with him tomorrow. Imma take Gigi back to the hotel.” Jimmy said.

“A’ight then I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Jey started wrapping Quincy’s arms and legs with duct tape, blindfolding him in the process, before lifting him and heading towards his car.

Jimmy opened the passenger door for Genesis, assisting her as she settled in and fastened her seatbelt. He tossed her purse into the backseat before closing the door gently. Afterward, he made his way to the driver's side, climbed into the car, and shut his door with a soft click.

As he pressed the button to start his car, he fastened his seatbelt, casting a worried glance at Genesis, who lay unconscious from her anxiety attack. Anger surged within him at the thought of Quincy, the source of their troubles, and he felt a strong urge to confront him today. However, he knew he had to set that aside for now; his priority was to be there for Genesis in her time of need.

As he shifted the car into reverse to exit the parking lot in front of the arena, he then switched to drive and made his way toward the hotel where they were staying.

As Jimmy cruised down the road with the windows rolled down, he let the smooth sounds of R&B from his playlist fill the car, enjoying the refreshing breeze. With one hand on the wheel, he reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a blunt, and lit it up, savoring the moment as he drove.

After taking a few deep puffs, he exhaled into the air, feeling the effects of the weed rush through him. He sighed deeply, casting a proud glance at Genesis for her resilience, even as she began to falter. He was eager to confront Quincy and eliminate his cousin, determined to free her from the burdens she faced.

With Zilla's court date approaching, he realized he needed to be patient. He was aware that Genesis would be testifying against Zilla, so he was determined to do everything possible to keep her composed and prevent her from having an anxiety attack.

An hour later, Jimmy arrived at the hotel, turning off the car and tossing a small piece of the blunt out the window. He pocketed his keys and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to unbuckle Genesis's seatbelt. He lifted her into his arms in a bridal carry, grabbed her purse, and gently closed the door behind them.

As he entered the building, he made his way to the elevators, pressing the button and patiently waiting for one of the doors to slide open. With Genesis cradled in his arms, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, prompting him to retrieve it while still holding onto her.

As Jimmy read through his messages, he noticed one from his twin brother that caught his attention.

Twin⚡️: aye you want me to handle him or leave him here for the night?

Just as he was about to reply to his brother's message, he heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open. He stepped inside just as they closed behind him, quickly pressing the button for the third floor while typing out his response.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Leave him there for tonight until tomorrow I gotta take care of Gigi, we’ll deal with his ass tomorrow 

At this moment, his priority was Genesis rather than confronting Quincy, so he decided to postpone that encounter until tomorrow. As the elevator reached the third floor and the doors slid open, Jimmy stepped out and made his way toward their hotel room.

As he reached their hotel room, he used the key card to unlock the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him with his foot. He quickly kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bed, where he gently laid Genesis down.

Jimmy removed her shoes and set them aside with her clothes, leaving her in just her underwear. As he stuffed her dirty garments into the duffle bag she had brought along, he made his way to the bathroom to fill the tub with water for their bath.

After taking off his jeans and boxers, he noticed his soft member as he approached the bathtub to test the water temperature. Satisfied with the warmth, he stepped out of the bathroom and made his way towards Genesis, who was now completely naked after removing her underwear. The sight of her in this state left him momentarily breathless.

As he gently lifted her towards the bathroom, his gaze roamed over her figure. He carefully set her down in the tub before positioning himself behind her, his powerful arms encircling her waist, assisting her in washing away the day's cares.

Jimmy gently placed a tender kiss on her neck while he carefully wiped her body with a warm cloth, holding her close as he cleaned her. At the same time, Genesis began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she surveyed her environment, feeling the solid surface beneath her that made her flinch in surprise.

Until she felt him.

Jimmy her one and only  Her protector  Her future husband  Her ride or die And the future father of their children

As she sank into the warm, bubbly water of the tub, her body melted against his, and she felt the gentle caress of his lips on her neck. He tenderly lifted her chin with his fingers, guiding her gaze to meet his eyes.

For a brief moment, they locked eyes, and then he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a fervent kiss, their bodies entwined as he felt his arousal pressing against her.

As their lips intertwined, his tongue danced within her mouth, while his hands tenderly cradled her breast, teasing her nipples and eliciting soft gasps from her. His fingers then glided through the water, moving down to her clit, where he began to rub in gentle, circular motions.

“J-Jimmy.” She murmured between his lips.

“What baby?” He murmured back.

The way his fingers danced around her clit left her utterly speechless, her thoughts consumed by waves of pleasure that made it impossible to articulate her desires.

He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto her deep chocolate brown ones, captivated by her beauty. “lemme’ take care of you tonight mamas.”

—

With Genesis positioned on the edge of the bed, her back arched and her stomach pressed down, her legs wrapped around Jimmy's thighs, she found herself in a Chibi pose. As he delivered deep, slow strokes, her moans filled the air, calling out his name in pleasure.

With a firm grasp on her hips, he thrust deeper, his head tilting back in ecstasy as he observed her body enveloping him completely.

“Dadddy, oh fuck.” Genesis moaned.

“What mamas? Huh? This dick good or what?” Jimmy grunted as he slapped her left ass cheek causing her to whine.

“Yes daddy yes, this is the best dick I ever had!” She exclaimed.

A lopsided grin spread across his face as the rhythmic sound of his hips meeting her backside reverberated throughout the room, mingling with their shared moans and groans, while he gazed down at her form, her body bouncing against him like a thunderous clap.

He grasped her braids firmly, pulling her body back as she let out a sharp gasp, feeling him penetrate her more deeply within her slick warmth. The creamy essence from her body enveloped him perfectly, allowing him to slide in and out with greater ease.

“Pussy so fucking good Gigi, so fucking good.”

She didn’t respond to him letting him talk his shit while he was in it making her legs trembling and shaking as she could feel his dick kissing her cervix so good it had her seeing stars at this point.

As she tightened and relaxed around him, he couldn't help but groan, punctuating the moment with playful smacks on her backside. “This my pussy baby?”

“Yes daddy, it’s yours all yours.”

“You mine forever huh? You my ride or die baby?”

His movements grew increasingly urgent and unyielding, causing Genesis to lose herself in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. The sound of her own arousal filled the air, serving as a vivid reminder of the deep passion they shared.

As he settled into her embrace, a wave of euphoria washed over him. He leaned closer, planting gentle, lingering kisses along her back, before subtly increasing the pace of his affection.

“I’m yours forever Bo, forever.” She managed to breathe out between the thrust.

“Damn right you mine forever mamas, fuck baby.” He groaned out in the air rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

He gripped her throat tightly, moving in a fervent rhythm alongside her as her moans intensified. “This my fucking shit right here, gimmie yo’ body baby.” 

“Fuckkk! Bo!” 

“Yeah? You like this shit? Huh baby? Cum for me baby.” Genesis bit her lower lip and nodded, but he wished she would articulate it��he craved for her to convey just how incredible it truly feels.

She gently adjusted her hold around the front of her throat, being mindful to avoid inflicting any discomfort.

He smiled at her, his eyes locked onto her form as it moved against him, delighting in the way he was breaking her apart—he loosened his hold on her neck as she collapsed onto the cool sheets, giving him the freedom to embrace her with unrestrained passion.

As she tightened and loosened her grip around him, a deep groan escaped his lips, accompanied by her soft whimpers that floated beneath the sheets. Jimmy spread her legs wider, using his foot to elevate the angle of their connection, which made her gasp and instinctively try to push him away.

“J-Jimmy! F-fuck!” 

Jimmy grabbed her arm placing it behind her back and fucked her senselessly.

“Un-Un, don’t fucking run from me Gigi. Take this dick like a big girl fo’ daddy.” As Jimmy plunged into the depths, it felt as though he was lost in her sea, swaying his hips in a mesmerizing rhythm that hit all the right notes, sending waves of pleasure through her, making her eyes flutter back in bliss.

He desired for her to fully feel every bit of him that he was offering, as he struck a new angle that pressed against her inner walls, the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Fuckfuckfuck! Bo!” Genesis complained softly, glancing back at him and admiring his handsome features.

“Mhm, keep looking back at me with yo’ cute ass.” Jimmy grunted. “I’ll kill for you mamas. That’s how much I love you.”

“You’ll do that for me d-daddy?” She whimpered softly, earning a slap on her ass.

The sensation of him repeatedly pressing against her cervix was overwhelming, each thrust sending her spiraling into ecstasy as she clutched the bedsheets tightly, lost in the moment.

With a longing gaze, she extended her tongue, craving his passionate kiss as she gave in to her deepest desires. He cradled the back of her neck, their bodies locked in a fervent embrace, while he delved into her mouth with his tongue, igniting the moment with intensity.

Their tongues danced and intertwined in a fervent embrace, sharing their essence in a heated exchange of passion. “I’ll kill for you every day if I have to mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“I love you.” Genesis softly whispered in response, his free hand firmly grasping her curves.

“I love you more baby.” They remained locked in a passionate embrace, his arousal playfully exploring her depths over and over, stoking the flames of her desire.

He was eagerly anticipating the moment he could confront Quincy once more. This time, he intended to make a statement to Zilla, clearly indicating that he had indeed found the right target, and that target was him.

Jimmy fervently hoped that Zilla would be found guilty in court, leading to his arrest and imprisonment for the harm he caused Genesis. He was aware of some inmates he had befriended who could assist him in carrying out his plans while behind bars.

His movements grew more unpredictable with each passing moment, becoming less stable as he pulled away from her lips, locking his gaze onto her eyes—watching her lose control beneath him, once again consumed by that familiar flutter in her stomach.

“g-gonna, c-cum…” She found herself struggling to articulate her thoughts as he delivered powerful thrusts that left her breathless.

He gently grasped her throat, leaning in to whisper tender words into her ear, urging her to let go and surrender to the moment, expressing his desire for her to bear his children and saying all the things that would ignite her passion.

“Cum for me baby, lemme have that shit. lemme have it.” His voice resonated with a deep, rich timbre that sent chills racing down her spine, leaving her with no choice but to respond with a soft moan. “Cum for daddy mami.”

“I-it’s coming….fuck..it’s coming daddy.” 

“It’s coming huh? It’s coming baby? make a mess on daddy.” His voice dripped with mockery as he thrust deeper into her, intensifying the moment with each movement.

In that moment, she completely lost control; a deep moan escaped her lips as her body shook and her toes curled from sheer fatigue. Warm liquid streamed down her legs, and Jimmy looked down, taken aback by the turmoil she had created around him.

The room was filled solely with the damp, squelching sounds that accompanied her body as it sank back onto the bed, leading him to administer a quick, stinging slap to her right cheek.

“Put that pussy on me baby, throw that shit back fo’ me mama.” Despite the ache in her back, she focused on him as he urged her on, swaying her hips in a circular motion against him.

With a joyful tilt of his head, Jimmy watched in awe as Genesis gracefully arched her back towards him, a moment filled with pure delight. “can’t wait to have my kids buried deep inside of you mami fuck.”

“F-fuck…daddy, I can’t…” she mumbled against the sheets.

““Keep fucking me Gigi, use me mamas.” Overwhelmed by the battle, she opted for quietude, her hips gently moving around the head of his arousal, sensing its pulsating essence inside her, while the well-known phrases flowed from his lips. “fa'aaoga pea a'u pepe”

He found himself entranced by the silky smoothness of her skin that surrounded him, leading him to trace his thumb around her other entrance before carefully easing it in, allowing him to take charge as she sighed with delight.

Their bodies swayed together in perfect harmony, his hips driving forward with a steady rhythm as he chased his climax, the sound of their union resonating in the intensity of the moment.

He released a gentle hiss, completely consumed by the warmth surrounding him as he pushed further into her, bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy until she started to see stars, her thoughts enveloped in pure bliss.

“Jimmy! Shit!” Genesis cried out.

“Gimmie yo’ body baby, give it to daddy.” Jimmy growled.

With a firm grip on her head, he pressed it down onto the bed, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he felt the rising tension within him, his thighs tightening as he embraced her with passionate intensity.

As he made love to her with an intensity unmatched by any other, she felt the warmth of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth, slowly cascading down her cheeks.

Genesis felt a fresh surge of ecstasy rising within her as she skillfully moved around his shaft, the head of his manhood gently pressing against her cervix once more. "Fuckkk!” She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering back in sheer bliss.

As he looked down at the alluring sight in front of him, he experienced a familiar thrill; the captivating view of Genesis's backside moving enticingly against him, his hand instinctively reaching out to grasp her curves and playfully giving it a light slap.

“I’m finna make a mess Jimmy, fuck I’m finna cum.” 

“Oh shit…do it mami make a mess on me I’m right behind you. Fuck I’m finna cum all in this pussy.”

She found herself longing for a baby, feeling a strong desire to start a family with him, but the fact that she was on birth control made her wish for a different situation; the idea of potentially losing a child filled her with fear.

“Gimme your kids daddy, I want them. Breed me.” 

“Breed you baby?”

“Yes! Fucking breed me!”

In a climactic moment, Jimmy pressed against her, merging his being with her inviting warmth, both of them letting out a profound, blissful sigh as his heat enveloped her. As he pulled back, he tenderly opened her legs, observing the way his essence flowed from her, a vivid reminder of their mutual pleasure.

Genesis fell onto the bed, struggling to keep her eyes open, but soon succumbed to sleep. Meanwhile, Jimmy, feeling both tired and amused, watched her with a gentle chuckle as he placed a loving kiss on her back.

He softly twirled her, holding her securely as he lavished her with affectionate kisses all over her body, calming her quivering figure. As he leaned in closer, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, delicately moving her braids aside to uncover her beautiful face.

"Are you truly interested in having my children, darling?" Jimmy inquired, his gaze fixed on her chest as it rose and fell with each breath.

“I do, I really do. But I’m scared.” Genesis responded.

His gaze softened as he realized the pain she endured from the miscarriage caused by Quincy’s actions. Understanding the toll it took on her, he gently positioned her on top of him, allowing her head to rest against his chest while his hands soothingly traced circles on her back.

“You don’t have to be scared mamas, you know imma be there for you and our child I’m not him, I will kill as many people who stand in our way of what we have baby.”

Even though they had only been together for four months, she was determined to have his children and envisioned him as her future husband, seeing a life together filled with promise and love.

She looked at him innocently, “you’ll do that for us?”

“Yes Gigi, I told you this. I’ll do anything for you mamas. I love you.” With a heavy sigh, she realized it was time to remove the object from her arm, but she found comfort in the fact that Jimmy would be by her side throughout the process.

She gently placed a soft kiss on his lips, mirroring his affection as she felt his hand cradle her ass, moving in soothing circles.

“I love you too, but so much more.”

He smiled at her before pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, “I know you do baby.”

GUARDED 

a/n: wellll Quincy is in for a rude awakening when he wakes up in the empty warehouse all tied up and now Gigi is having baby fever lawddd ngl I love Jimmy’s character development so far this man done did a whole 360 fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter seventeen

previous chapter

[thegnomelord]

What about Monster!AU for prompt 5. Male reader and price please :)

Sure thing anon, made it a mage reader again, was trying to study for a 'lovely' surprise test but inspiration decided to strike me :/. Play the game HERE

Prompt: “My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot.”

CW:NSFW, switch/power bottom Dragon Price, Male Mage reader, Oral, Anal, shower sex, semi public sex, reader is oblivious for a bit.

Price swears his hair and scales are going to go completely gray because of you.

You've been avoiding him for a week now, and all the base knows why — Price can still hear your desperate voice begging and bargaining with whatever will listen "I'll buy you dinner please-just stay alive- I love you- damn it you slimy bastard don't you dare die on me-" as you try to keep him alive, magic flowing from your arms to heal the gaping hole in his side despite the bullets raining overhead; a valiant knight protecting him like he's a prince instead of a dragon.

And Price can remember the way his heart had fluttered at your words, at the way you had hugged him so firmly to keep him safe as your magic raged all around you like a wild force of nature, at the way you looked at him so tenderly— eyes burning with mana like the gaze of a god he's your most prized possession —right before the blood loss made him black out.

But now that Price was out of the hospital, his side permanently marked with your magic and a hefty load of paperwork on his desk, you were acting like you never said anything. Anytime someone brings it up you just ignore them, ignore him, throwing yourself into training as much as you can. And it's getting on his nerves, his draconic blood making anger and malcontent burn in his bones because you'd looked at him like a mate but now it's like he doesn't exist beyond training and missions.

He knows it's against the rules, knows he shouldn't hope for much when he sets out to find you, but he does. It's not hard; though his sensitive nose easily picks up the stench of magic, it's the lingering mana burrowed into his skin that tugs him in a direction, even the foreign parts of him wanting you. He finds you alone in the training room, the ground around you scorched beyond hell.

"We need ta' talk lad." Price rumbles as he closes the door behind him, the deep thrum of his voice hiding the anxious pressure he feels in his chest.

Your head whips to look at him. Price cherishes the way your eyes soften when you see him like a glittering gem. Then a sea of ice settles over your eyes, and you turn your head back to the target dummy as if looking at Price makes you sick. "Nothing to talk about captain."

"That so?" Price asks like he doesn't believe you, because he doesn't. Ancient instincts tug on his mind and he follows them. You know he knows what's plaguing your mind, both of you are aware of the elephant in the room and Price can see the way your shoulders progressively tense as he draws near. But you're a stubborn fool, you refuse to show how his presence makes your heart beat faster despite how each of his steps rings like a gunshot in your ears.

Your mind fails to conjure up words but you force an "Hmh," out of your throat, trying to ignore how Price is so close to you, the heat of his body radiating into yours. His remaining wing stretches out, scales and leathery membranes barely brushing over your shoulder, but the intent is clear; the claim is clear.

You try to ignore him, ignore yourself, clinging to the sensation of your sharp mana digging into your veins as you summon another bout of magic to shoot at the training dummy, whisps of formless energy quickly forming into your preferred element.

His hand settles on your hip, not enough to make you loose focus just yet. "Because last ah remember," He leans in closer, the smell of black coffee and cigars on his breath. This close he can smell you instead of your magic, his chest rumbling against your back with a happy purr. "you promised me dinner if I lived."

You nearly choke on air, your magic sputtering out like an old car engine. "I-" You whirl around, your noses almost touching from how close you are. "-that's not what I'd meant!"

His heart should break at that, but before it can his sensitive ears pick up how rapidly your heart's pounding in your chest, reptilian eyes noting how you're flushed more than usual, breathing rapidly without even noticing it.

"Really now?" That greedy part in his bones urges him on, begging and pleading for him to just take you. His other hand settles on your shoulder, keeping you in place, close to him just like he wants. "Then ah suppose all that 'bout me bein' a slimy bastard was also not true?"

You want to flinch away but can't, your own body a traitor to you, a deep frown tugging on your lips. "Price, I wasn't-"

"And-" He cuts you off by leaning even closer, his forehead resting against yours and fuck, your head fits perfectly between his horns, like you belong there. "-I must've misheard you when you said you loved me?" He raises an eyebrow, voice both teasing and serious, holding his breath.

Just that small contact of skin on skin has your resolve crumbling like sand, "Listen, just-" You suck in a sharp breath, the situation both bliss and hell for you. “My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot. Okay? And just-" You try to stammer the same lies you'd tell yourself every time you'd catch yourself thinking of him more than just your captain (which was way too often).

Price's clawed hand grips your chin and manually closes your mouth, his smooth scales cool against your warm body. You forget to breathe, your eyes flickering all over his face as he smirks, voice deep and guttural like the rumble of moving tectonic plates. "Then I'm an idiot too."

The world goes completely silent as he kisses you, holding your head still so he can claim your lips for himself, his deep purr shaking both of your chests when you submit so easily to him, like getting a gulp of fresh air after years of drowning.

You're so lost in his taste and his scent and just him you don't notice when Price roughly pulls you into the showers, tail and wing and arms holding your body; as if your brain could even conjure the thought of leaving. Bursts of awareness assault your mind every time you part for a breath and to displace a piece of clothing, his sharp claws tickling your skin as he can't wait and just cuts through your remaining clothes.

Clawed fingers grip your hair and tilt your head back, exposing your throat to sharp fangs and you submit easily, trusting him not to hurt you too much. Low sounds rumble in your throat as Price marks you, biting one spot until it bleeds your mana rich blood, greedily drinking up the crimson droplets and soothing the wound with his tongue just enough for the sting to become pleasant before biting again. Bite, lick, bite, lick, bite, lick— chest rumbling with satisfaction he pulls away, "Oh, look at you," He growls, your throat turned into a warzone, "So handsome, like a charming knight."

You snort and grip his hips, the water of the shower raining down the two of you. "Yeah?" You ask as you turn him around, pushing his chest against the wall as you drop to your knees. "Gonna let me lay you?" You ask, kissing down his spine, your rough hands groping and fondling his ass.

"Wanker," Price growls and lifts his tail, revealing his hole to you. You almost cum on the spot from the sight of it, looking every bit what you'd imagined he'd look like. But you don't get to look for long before his tail wraps around your throat, soft underbelly scales scraping against your bruised throat as he pulls you closer. "Only, if you prove your worth."

You don't need a formal invitation, pushing your tongue out as you slobber all over his hole, your hands keeping his asscheeks spread so you can worm your tongue into his hole, feeling him clench around your tongue, his moans ringing like angel song in your ears. His claws tangle in your hair, pushing your head even closer to worship him better. And you do, like a pious believer you lick and suck and nibble around his hole, your nose buried in the space between his ass and tail, barely able to breathe but it's a small price to pay.

Finally he grows greedy for more, his tail releases a fraction and he shoves you, making you fall back on your ass, your cock standing like a flagpole. You only manage to rise up on your elbows before Price jumps on you like the beast he is, thigh powerful thighs bracketing your own, his clawed fingers scraping against your skin as they settle on your shoudlers.

"Now then," Price rumbles like an ancient mountain, reptilian eyes hooded with lust. He feels on top of the world with the way you look at him, like a desperate mutt, your cock hard like a rock between his legs. "Stay still, mighty knight, an-" Price lifts himself up, positioning your cockhead at his puckered rim. "-relax."

The running water muffles your combined groans, his walls hot and tight like the fire in his chest. His weight bears down on you, wing stretching out in a show of pleasure, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants. "Fuck," Price growls, grinding his hips down into yours. "Feel so good, lad."

You grunt, your hands fitting on his hips like they always belonged there. Magic sparks across your arms as pleasure steadily erases your ability to think, but his thick scales keep him safe, a pleased groan leaving his chest as he starts bouncing on you, chasing his own pleasure. You can do nothing but hang on, your hips rising to meet his downward thrust, Price's lips swallowing your moans. You don't have enough sense in your head left to care if anyone was to come in and see you, your mind fully consumed by him.

You cum way too soon, your orgasm sneaking up to you, lightning rushing down your spine and magic sparking across your arms as your brain leaks out of your ears, shooting cum up into his greedy walls.

"Good- good lad." Price grinds his teeth, never stopping his bouncing, lewd sounds ringing through the showers from the way your cum squelches inside him. He rides you past the sting of overstimulation right back to hardness. His hand grabs yours, placing it over the scars on his abdomen where your magic had stitched him back together, greed and lust fueling his desires. "Protected me so good, yeah?" His hips never cease moving, that draconic endurance coming in handy to absolutely wrecking you. "Let me take care of you,"

And like a proper mate, you let him do as he pleases.

[theoggk]

Part Two

TW: ED, angst, self hate, arguments, anxiety, idk prolly more. see masterlist for explanation and my profile for resources.

you hear his bike before you see it, the sound interrupting your anxious, circling thoughts about how mad he must be. you’ve been waiting in the hammock outside the chateau, listening for the moment he arrives. the rumble of the engine grows closer, and you stand up, watching as he pulls in and gets off the bike. his blonde hair spills out from under his backwards baseball cap, which he adjusts as he starts walking toward you. you note the lack of a helmet but decide against saying anything.

“hey,” you say uncertainly, arms wrapped around yourself. you bite your lip anxiously, expecting him to be angry, but when you meet his eyes, you see nothing but resignation—which is somehow worse.

“hey,” he echoes, stopping a few feet in front of you. you shift awkwardly and try to meet his eyes but can’t hold his gaze.

“do you wanna, um, sit?” you ask eventually, gesturing toward the hammock. he nods and follows as you walk around to the other side so you can sit facing the water. he sits next to you, taking his hat off and spinning it in his hands.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“yeah?” his voice is sharp and hard. he really is hurt. “what part are you sorry for? the lying? the disappearing? or the going to fucking rafe cameron?”

“jay—”

“no, i’m not fucking around. that was—i just—i don’t know, yn. i can’t believe you did that.”

you bite your lip, unable to think of anything to say to make things right.

“were you really that mad at me for being worried? that you would rather sleep over at your ex-boyfriend’s house than come back home?” he continues. it’s not anger in his voice—it’s pain and betrayal, and hearing it makes your heart shatter.

“jj,” you say softly. he looks up at you, and his expression brings tears to your eyes.

“i’m so sorry, jay. what i did was stupid and careless and mean. and i never wanted to make you feel this way—” you start, but he shakes his head.

“i—no, yn, i don’t need an apology. i know you weren’t doing it out of spite because that’s not who you are. i need you to start telling the truth. because there is something so fucked up going on in your mind—” his voice wavers, “so fucked up that you’re not acting like yourself. and that’s fucking scary.”

your heart sinks to your stomach, and tears flow freely down your cheeks. his hard stare softens.

“just be honest, yn. be honest, baby. then i can help you, and it will all be okay, i promise.”

he takes your hand in his. the gesture is familiar. you know every callous, crease, and vein. you know how when he’s anxious, his hand trembles ever so slightly, and when he’s mad, his grip is tight. when he’s happy, he’ll swing your hands as you walk, and when he’s sad, he’ll snake his whole arm around yours before grabbing your hand, just to feel closer.

now his hold is light, as if he’s scared to touch you, as if he barely knows you.

“i can’t,” you whisper, your mind racing. you can’t. you can’t tell him. if you tell him, then he’ll see you the way you see yourself, and then you’ll lose him forever.

his eyes will open to the fat that cakes your stomach and thighs and arms, to the softness of your jaw, to your stubby fingers, to the stupid way your eyes tend to squint and the grating way you laugh, to how crooked your teeth are and how awkwardly you move, to the shrillness of your voice and unevenness of your skin, to the darkness around your eyes and the way your lips are always chapped.

your appearance will drive him away, and from afar, he’ll see the ugliness of your soul. he’ll see the envy that paints every interaction you have with another girl. he’ll see the fattening gluttony of you stuffing your face with food, and he’ll see the humiliating desperation in the way you shove your fingers down your throat.

“yes, you can, yn,” he says, his voice laced with frustration. “get out of your head for two minutes and talk to me.”

his words draw a sob from you.

“jay,” you say desperately. “i can’t.”

your face must look so ugly right now—blotchy and crumpled with tears. you wish you could hide it from jj, hide it from the world.

he lifts your hand and begins to gently press kisses to each knuckle, which just makes you cry harder.

“baby, come on,” he says. “you don’t have to keep it from me, yn.”

jj is staring at you, frustration and hurt flickering across his face as you stay silent. his grip on your hand is loose now, like he’s afraid to hold on too tightly.

“you don’t have to do this alone,” he says, his voice softer but still laced with urgency. “i can’t help if you won’t let me.”

your throat tightens. your heart hammers against your ribs. your mind screams at you to say something, to just tell him—but you can’t.

“i can’t.” the words come out broken, barely audible.

jj exhales sharply, shaking his head. he lets go of your hand, running a hand through his hair. then he lets out a bitter chuckle, hollow and humorless.

“you know i love you, right?”

you nod, but it doesn’t feel like enough. finally, you look at him, and your chest tightens at the way his jaw clenches, at how tired he suddenly looks.

“then why don’t you trust me?” his voice cracks on the last word, and the sound of it feels like a knife to the ribs.

the question stuns you. you open your mouth, then close it. you want to tell him. you want to reach for him.

and for a second, you almost do.

then, your phone buzzes. loud. sharp.

the name on the screen makes your stomach drop.

rafe.

jj sees it immediately. his jaw tightens. his shoulders go rigid.

you stare at the screen, pulse skyrocketing. you don’t answer. you don’t decline it, either.

and jj sees that, too.

he lets out a sharp, bitter laugh. “wow.”

“jj, it’s not—”

“nah, i get it now.” he steps back, shaking his head. “you can’t even fucking look at me when i ask you what’s wrong, but you’ll pick up the phone for him?”

your eyes widen. “i wasn’t going to—”

“yeah? then why’d you hesitate?” his voice cracks on the last word, and somehow, that hurts worse than the anger.

you have no answer.

jj stares at you, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to calm himself down. but it’s useless. the pain is already there, settled deep in his features.

“you know what?” his voice is tight, controlled. “i’m done. i can’t do this anymore.”

he turns and starts walking toward his bike.

“jj, wait—please.” you stand up, finally breaking through the paralysis.

he stops, but he doesn’t turn around. his head tilts slightly, like he’s debating whether he even wants to hear you out.

you should say something. you have to say something.

but then your phone buzzes again in your hand, and you freeze.

that’s it. that’s all jj needs to see.

he shakes his head, lets out a breath. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”

and then he’s gone.

you decline the call and sink into the hammock. sobs wrack your body, desperate and broken.

you lost him. in your effort to save him from yourself, you lost him. 

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[paythepricee]

can you do a emo!lesbian!reader and she's getting an anxiety attack because her "friends" are making jokes about her style and music taste for YEARS and ellie (her girlfriend) help her to calm down?

(I'm sorry, but I don't see a lot of wlw content mainly without prejudices about the emo subculture, I wanted to be a little bit represented 😞)

ooo , this is a unique idea .ᐟ.ᐟ of course love . i could see ells being a little overprotective too .

i feel like head-cannons would suit this theme more , so here we go .

“ You don’t deserve to feel so hurt “

Anxiety attack! Ellie Williams x emo!Reader -ˋˏ✄┈ wlw

Lyrics: “Maybe you should leave. Before I get too mean and take it out on you, and your best-friend too.” - I Didn’t Change My Number, Billie Eilish

Synopsis: You, having a unique style, often get judged by your peers and your so called “friends”. However, your girlfriend Ellie, both comforts you, and gives them a piece of her mind in your favor.

Cw: Very little angst? cussing (!girlfriendEllie x !emoReader) !overprotectiveEllie — unhinged ellie if you squint hard.

A/N: Not proofread. Again.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who loses her shit once she hears the things your “so called” friends say about you. Your eyeliner, outfits, your music preferences, and your general vibe. She goes feral. Not like full-out yelling (unless they push it), but that low, sharp “What the fuck did you just say?”

── .✦ Girlfriend!Ellie who makes playlists just for you—one filled with all your favorite songs, and another with the ones that make her think of you when you’re not around.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who loves your style. From the smudged eyeliner to the band tees you’d often wear. She would even doodle sketches of you in her sketchbook, often at that. If you were to check, you would find that you take up the majority of the pages.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who fumbles with the nail polish brush and smudges your eyeliner more than once, but insists on helping you with your eyeliner anyway—because you look too damn cute perched on her lap to let you go.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who kisses the self hatred out of your mouth. On your worst nights, you would say things like “Maybe they’re right”, or “No one actually likes me”. Ellie wouldn’t choose to fight you with logic. Instead she cups your temples, looks you dead in the eyes, and kisses you until all the poison spills out in tears. Murmuring against your lips “I don’t care what they think. You’re the coolest person in the entire world. I mean that.”

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who is extremely touchy. She often prods at the spikes adorned onto your wrists— fascinated by them. Or she’d comb her fingers through your dyed, messy layers like it was a habit she didn’t even notice—except she did. Every single time.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who draws tattoos on your arms when you’re anxious. You have nervous habits—biting your fingers which leads to chipped black polish, picking at your sleeves. When Ellie sees it start, she grabs a pen and gently draws little spirals, stars, or vines across your arms, until you’re too focused on the ink tickling your skin to keep spiraling.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who deletes their number from your phone. Your phone hasn’t been being notified as often. You won’t even realize it, nor did you question it.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who lets you do her eyeliner. Even though she swears she’s “bad at sitting still,” she goes all quiet and soft under your touch. And afterwards she refuses to take it off because “you touched my face and made me hot, I’m keeping it.”

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who takes you shopping to all your favorite stores. Voodoo Vixen? she’s already holding the door. Hot topic? definitely a classic. Abbey Dawn? absolutely. And when you’d show up to class all dressed up despite everything, she wouldn’t just stare— she would pull you to the side and into a kiss, murmuring the words low and proud “That’s my girl”.

── .✦ Gf!Ellie who would never admit it out loud—but yeah… she’d do anything for you.

[alocon]

Always Irresistible [3] - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

written by alocon

Summary: Despite all hope, Lando never lost his feelings for his best friend's twin sister. However, he still hadn't acted on it. Well, that was until the party, which led you two into a long-term secret relationship

Warnings and Tropes: Fluff, part 3 to the story released the other day.

[Part One Here] [Part Two Here] [Part Four Here] [Masterlist]

Always Irresistible - Ln4 x Fem!Reader

Your head leant onto your boyfriend's shoulder as you watched a film on your bed. He had basically moved all his stuff into your room by this point and was only using his room as a streaming setup. One of his arms was around your back, the other being placed gently onto your knee. 

The pair of you had been in a fair share of arguments over the time you'd been in a relationship but it didn't stop you both from making up again in the end. It was a normal thing that happened between every couple in every relationship. Arguing was completely normal.

You first felt his attention on you when a jumpscare came onto the screen. Lando would usually look away until the scene was over and then would look back, but this time you could feel like eyes burning into you. You turned to look back at him, noticing the way his eyes scanned over your face. You were pretty sure he could draw you from memory down to the placement of every single freckle on your face by the amount of time he had spent staring, however, you didn't mind. It made you feel loved, appreciated. It made you feel beautiful. “What?” You asked quietly, confused about why he was staring at you now.

“You're just.” He paused to look over your face again, his eyes filled with nothing but love. “I'm so glad we're together.” You smiled. That was sweet.

You placed a kiss on his lips. “I'm glad we are too.” Apparently, that one kiss was not enough for his liking as he leaned in again, his hands gripping your waist as you pulled you in for a longer, more intimate kiss that the peck you had given him only moments before. You, obviously, kissed back, letting him climb over you, laying you back on the bed below him. You knew where this was heading and you were all for it as he lost the shirt, it landing on the floor beside the bed. 

He had done everything in his power since you got together to make you feel like the most perfect woman in the world. It was like the two of you were made for each other, every kiss making you fall more and more in love. You adored the way he wouldn't let you go in the morning. You adored how, if he went out with his friends for the day, you would barely be able to leave his embrace because he missed you. You loved every single thing about this relationship. It was perfect. Sometimes you both wished that you could share it with the world.

“What the fuck.” You pulled away quickly from the kiss, Lando grabbing his shirt and throwing it on, over his head. You looked at the furious man in the doorway as he turned to walk away, stating that he wished to talk to Lando the kitchen. He placed another quick kiss to your lips before following the man, shutting the door behind him. 

It was silent for a moment, weirdly silent. And then, shouting. Arguing. You listened into the argument as best you could but could barely hear anything. You could only pick out a few words here and there. You sat on your bed, thinking about what to do, deciding that, if it didn't stop in a couple of minutes, you would have to go sort him out yourself. 

The arguing still hadn't stopped.

“I can't believe you'd do this. I made it very clear that she is one to fall and fall hard for someone and that she was very much off limits. I can't believe you would go behind my back to fuck with her feelings, what the hell. Seriously, what are you thinking screwing with her head like that?” Max was furious and Lando was a little anxious in that moment. He had never seen him so angry.

“I'm not, Max. I would never play with her feelings like that, don't be stupid. Why would I ever do that to her?”

Max's shouting only got louder. “Because you've done it before. How many times have you dated someone or got with them for a month or two only to turn around and change your mind and claim you can't love them like they deserve. That you love someone else and so it would be unfair to them. How do I know that you won't do the same to my sister?”

Lando's voice matched Max's now. “Because its always been her!”

Max went silent in an instant. It was Lando’s turn to rant at him, now.

“For God's Sake, Max. She is the one I've been in love with all these years. She's the one I've wanted to be with since we were 13. But I didn’t pursue a relationship because she's your sister. I would've felt bad because she's your twin. I tried to date other women to get over her. Believe me, I tried. But I couldn't, because I've never got over her. It's always been her. It will always be her.”

Max didn't know what to say. He didn't even notice your presence in the doorway. “Max, if you plan to keep shouting at my boyfriend, you need to leave.”

“Boyfriend?” Max looked between the two and saw Lando looking equally as surprised at that outburst.

You looked at Lando, stepping closer to him. “Lan he knows. Isn't it better to be fully open now?” You were speaking quietly to him. Your voice changed into a whisper. “Only if you're comfortable.”

“Yeah. I am.” You sat on the kitchen counter beside him as he spoke. He smiled at you, before turning to Max. “Yes. Boyfriend.”

“For how long?”

“July-”

“You've been dating for six months and didn't tell me?” He cut Lando off as he spoke.

“No, Max. July last year. 2023.”

“A year and six months and you didn't tell me?”

“We didn't tell most people!”

“Who knows?” He asked, looking straight at you. 

“Zak, Oscar, Alex and both Lily's. Oh, and Max and Charlie but that's only because Charles doesnt know how to knock on a door and Max is his little gossip buddy slash emotional support rival thing.”

“And Alex and Lily only found out because they walked out of the club at the party last year with us. And we only told Zak, Oscar and Lily at first to make sure no photos of us holding hands were posted. So really, you're one of the first few.”

“Still though. That's so many people you told before me!” Max was slightly raising his voice again.

“Because I knew you'd act like this,” you raised your voice back at him. He looked surprised. As did Lando. Lando had never heard you raise your voice at anyone before. You rarely did. “Stop treating me like a child, Max. I'm a grown fucking adult.”

“I can't believe you're being so selfish.” Max deadpanned as he looked at you, voice still raised. “He was my friend first.”

“This isn't a fucking competition. He can be both your friend and my boyfriend!”

“Yeah? Says who?”

“Me! P was my friend before she was your girlfriend but you don't see me out and about bitching like you do. But no, you can't handle it being the other way around because for once, your sister has decided to do something for her that makes her happy without worrying what you would think of her. For God's Sake, Max. You need to grow up.” Lando placed his hand on you as you ranted at your brother. 

“That's different. She was your best friend, Lando is my childhood best friend.”

“It's not different, you're just a fucking hypocrite.” You stood up off the counter, walking away. A few moments later, the slam of a door could be heard. 

Max turned to look at Lando. “You need to make a decision, Lando. Our friendship or your relationship.”

You sat in the bedroom, having just let a couple of tears fall from your face. You had heard Max's words. And then nothing. You heard the door open and shut. That was an hour ago and you had heard nothing from then since so, as hard as it was, you figured that he had chosen Max. It didn't surprise you. Max was his best friend, you completely got it. You dropped a text to P.

To P: Hi lovely. I just wanted to apologise for not telling you sooner about this but Lando and I are (or were) together. I didn't want to tell you because we weren't ready for Max to know and I didn't want Max to be upset with you for knowing and not telling him. Miss you lots x

From P: Hi!! Thank you for telling me. I'm glad you did. I completely understand why you didn't tell me sooner. I had my suspicions anyways. What do you mean “or were”??? 

You began to talk to P about what happened, her promising to invite you over for a binge ice cream and crying session if he does choose Max. You felt a lot better. Opting to ignore everything else and shut the world out, you rolled over and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep quite easily. 

You were awoken not too long later by the feeling of a hand on your face. You groaned softly, opening your eyes to see him crouched in front of you, eyes at the same level as you. “Hey beautiful, how long have you been asleep?”

“Not too long. I thought you went with Max.”

“Did you hear what he said?”

“About you choosing me or him? Yes.”

Lando placed a kiss on your cheek. “Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't think. I just went out to get us food for dinner so that we don't have to cook. I should've messaged. I'm so sorry.” He placed his forehead against yours, helping you sit up as you hugged him. He pulled you off of the bed, bringing you to the living room to sit beside you, food boxes in hand. You smiled. He had gone out of his way to drive to Nice to get you food from your favourite noodle place. He passed you a pair of chopsticks, grinning at you.

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he responded, no hesitation. 

“So,” you said after taking a bite of your food. “What happened?”

Max turned to look at Lando. “You need to make a decision, Lando. Our friendship or your relationship.”

Lando looked at him, surprise in his face as he never thought his best friend would stoop that far. Grabbing his keys, he signalled for Max to walk out the door, him following behind as a look of triumph appeared on Max's face. The two stayed in silence until they got to the car park. That was when Lando turned to Max.

“I'm glad you came to your senses and chose me, mate.”

Lando chuckled, a bitter, annoyed chuckle. “Who said I was choosing you?”

Max looked at him, his face dropping into one of confusion. “You're out here with me.”

Lando looked at Max. “I hope, for your sake, that you will never again ask me to pick between you and my girlfriend ever again because I will choose her every single time.”

“What the hell, Lando. I've known you longer.”

Lando stepped closer, right in front of Max's face. “And she's the woman I want to marry one day. So rather than me making a choice, you get to. You should take some time to calm down and to think long and hard about whether you want this battle because, when I do marry her, it's your actions that determine whether you'll be there alongside me as my best man or not.” Lando stepped back, turning around and getting in his car. “Now if you don't mind me, I'm going to get my girlfriend and I dinner.”

-The End-

[Word Count: 2008]

Hi All, Hope you enjoyed this part, I enjoyed writing it. I wrote this at work earlier because I had nothing to do hahah. Have a good day x Alocon

[futureplayboibunnie]

i rewatched the godfather and listened to the entirety of honeymoon by lana del rey so here’s another mafia Miguel O’Hara drabble

-

Objectively, there were so many things wrong in the lifestyle that was gifted to you, but you didn’t feel any kind of way about it. You weren’t the type to fill the silence with empty words.

In this line of business, talking could get you killed.

Your husband wasn’t a good man and he often treated you well. He was the most powerful out of all the 5 families that ruled the underworld and he so happened to have a liking to you. You did love him once, that space where your love for him filled is now blank, a white space etched with a question mark. You didn’t know how to feel about all of it since you were his best kept secret, his secret weapon.

He used you to gain intel on his enemies, being a woman was one thing but being as cunning as you was another. You’d go undercover for him, he’d create an alias, a new passport, a new birth cerificate, a new drivers liscense. Your husband was nothing but thorough. And he needed to be thorough when the O’Hara brothers showed up out of nowhere.

The O'Hara brothers were very successful hitmen, but their business ventures were quiet, they moved in brooding silence in an effort to not draw public attention. Gabriel was more about the tech and was often out of town. Miguel, on the other hand, was dark, moody, he was the brawn, the muscle, the one that had to make all the hard choices all his life.

He couldn’t make heads or tales of who they were and how they so quickly got accepted into all of this and how the 5 families didn’t notice them on their radar. You had never seen your husband this anxious when it came to them, so he needed you to scope.

You were his crown jewel, he knew you could handle yourself. So he created a new alias: you were his new suit tailor. It was supposed to be a two month operation but Miguel took longer than expected to try and get close to you. Probably because you forgot to take off your wedding ring and now you had to make that part of your story. A stupid mistake on your half and now you’re reaping the consequences.

But here you were now.

Waiting for him at dinner at the most regal restraunt you have ever been in, you felt a little intimidated that there were a few security gaurds looming over you slightly as you sat and waited. Jesus, they cleared the whole floor out just for the two of you.

This is the type of intel your husband wanted. Intimate.

-

Miguel saw you through the window before he walked in, there you were sitting so prettily, waiting for him. Pretty silk dress, showing off your legs with those heels that he was surprised you could even walk in.

You were married. He noticed the massive rock on your finger while you pressed down on the lapels of his suit when you first started

Miguel knew you were married and it took a lot of time to prented he cared about it, but he didn’t. Not one bit. He always wanted what he couldn’t have.

He watched as your eyes shot up to see his figure walking towards you, a twinge of nervousness struck at your chest and your fingers started twitching as you felt his gaze simmer into yours. He was wearing the all black suit you made him last week. The sight made your legs buckle but you immediately dismissed the action.

“Salir.” (Leave) Miguel waved his hand and dismissed the guards so that you could both be alone together, the thing he’s wanted to do since he first saw you but you were so…unreadable. So polite and nonchalant, it was galling.

He waited long enough for you, now he wanted to see what your mind held.

“I apologize for being late. Business as usual.” He said coolly as he pulled out his chair to sit down.

Oh? Business?

“Such as? Nothing too serious I hope.” Your replied simply, expertly not giving away that you were digging.

Miguel contemplated your purpose, you were sat there so graceful and poised, so…fucking polite. He almost hated it. “An arms deal, a few of my guns went missing.” He stated huskily, trying to get past this conversation.

You let out an appreciative hum, letting a beat of silence cover you as you retained that knowledge “My husband doesn’t like me playing with guns, we argue about it.” You find yourself explaining your real life issues before your brain could even check it. “I told him men have endless distractions…while we ladies only have shopping and tailoring.” You chuckly dryly, giving him a shy crooked half smile, playing into whatever role of femininity you needed: this time, traditionalist. You wanted to roll your eyes back into your skull. “At least it keeps me at home.”

Miguel couldn’t help but squint his eyes and keep himself locked on you. He thought you were so sweet…and definitely unhappy at home with your husband. He sat quietly for a moment, the tension already laying thick into the atmosphere.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything when I called today.”

“Oh…my husband’s away on a trip. So his friends came over to keep me company. More like keep an eye on me. Your call was the perfect excuse to leave.” You say whistfully, not giving too much away.

Fuck, that was just your knack. You never gave anything away, you were so….puzzling. Miguel traced his fingers over his lips as his stared at you.

Hm.

“Is that right?” He muttered but it definitely wasn’t a question.

“Mhm. It’s a beautiful night tonight, I didn’t want to be surrounded by men who don’t care but a glass of wine would be nice right about now.”

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You and Miguel ate and talked into the night, the soft piano playing in the background only added to the tension Miguel could barely touch his food, all he could do was stare at you across the candlelit table, urging you, contemplating you. He hadn’t wanted a woman in so long, it was like you were placed in front of him by God himself.

You sipped at your wine as a slightly concerned and defeat look spread across your face. You told him that your husband is a broker with a fraying temper and you were surprised he believed you.

“He asked me about kids. A daughter. He’d always wanted a daughter.” Although you were playing into your character, you couldn’t stop yourself from telling him the issues that were plaguing you in your real life. You disguised it well but it just fell so naturally.

Miguel frowned when he heard the mention of children.

“And?” He tilted his head urging you to continue as he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Well,” You sighed. “With all due respect, she’d be his daughter. And that affords her a certain amount of protection I don’t enjoy.” You pursed your lips as the words strained heavily, seriousness etching at your features. “He’d never hurt a hair on her head. I can’t say the same thing for myself. I won’t leave her alone in the world with him.”

Now this really was getting intimate.

Miguel felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him, he really didn’t like the way you were describing the way he acts and talks to you. He would beat him bloody for the way he treats you. He shook the thought out of his head, he needed to get a grip.

“In my work, moral codes rarely exist but I have one. I don’t hurt women or children, they are absolutely off limits and my men know this and it’s one or the only rules I expect to be firmly stood by.” He said calmly, trying to calm his temper at what you just told him.

Now this is intel. The mental list was getting bigger and bigger.

You smiled shyly as you placed your elbows on the table, looking as whistful as ever. “I sometimes think I’d rather do things on my own. The things I like don’t interest him.” You hated the fact you were telling the truth.

Miguel watched you, his eyes scorching and heated yet cold and steely. A paradox of a man as he listened intently, his ears pricked up.

“What do you like?” His voice was as rich as blue velvet.

Your eyes shot up and blinked for a moment, stilling as you finally registered the words, Miguel felt you swallow thickly. “I like the movies.” You gave him a crooked smile. “He doesn’t go with me so I go by myself. He and his friends only talk business.” You chuckled lightly.

“I don’t like movies either.” Miguel replied gruffly as he downed the rest of his drink. The look on your face spread into contempt, he caught a glimpse of you under all that politeness. And then you snapped it back on like second instinct as you smiled.

“Mr O’Hara you’re too busy to go to the movies. Even this dinner took you about 3 months to schedule. Movies are for people who have far too much time on their hands.” You teased.

Damn.

Miguel just kept staring.

“No its not that….It’s too dark. I’m not a fan of too much darkness.”

Oh?

He doesn’t like the dark?

Your lips parted as a palpable silence settled between you, Miguel was eager to dismiss the situation.

“Would you like another drink?” He grabbed the wine bottle to top you up.

“To keep you company. Alcohol…” You tisked. “Such trivial things…” You muttered quitely.

“If you play close attention to it enough, nothing is too trivial.” Miguel was laser focused on you and all you could do was give him a blank and slightly rattled look.

It was making you feel….things. You can’t feel it, you’re not allowed to feel it.

Miguel watched you as you raised the glass to your lips and took a sip, his eyes travlled to the lipstick stain on the rim as you set it down.

Fuck. Blushed red, a little glossy.

You rotated your head around to still be surprised that no one was actually here.

“Cleared out huh?” You questioned knowingly.

“I value my privacy. And it’s a nice place to talk so no one disturbs us.” He replied back as sauve as ever and you hated the feeling swinging in your chest as they fell from his lips.

The gaze you shared felt like it could last a lifetime, you were both practically eyefucking each other, neither of you blinked until he spoke.

“Your husband works a great deal, eh?” Now he was the one that was prying.

“At what I have no idea. He won’t tell me. I’ve always said that having a man is fine as long as he’s far away from home, right?” You raised an eyebrow, a cunning look filled with hubris and quiet flirtation.

It was like you weren’t even trying to be this sensual.

Miguel’s lips parted as his mouth tugged upwards a little. “Your husband is a broker, yeah?” He wanted to know more about you, about your life.

“If you wanted to know more about him, I’ll bring him along next time. You men always have something to say to each other.”

Miguel hated the idea. Absolutely not. He stayed quiet

“But with women you just make small talk.” You breathed and it halted him in his tracks, the small smirk, the look in your eyes- he wanted what he couldn’t have.

The silences that surrounded you was beating with tension that you thought you once forgot.

You swallowed.

“Small talk like this to me….is a rare treat.”

-

The night went on. Talking. Slight flirting. An ache started to form between your legs and your cunning was also turning into a mix of that and attraction. Your fingers grazed your arm slowly, your lips were getting wettet and your eyelashes seemed to flutter as you watched Miguel talk.

“The men I work with are high ranking officials and lowlives. But they all have the same look in their eyes.”

Yes. This is exactly what you needed to hear.

“And what is that?” You reply simply.

“Fear.”

“Of course.”

“But you’re different, aren’t you? You’re not afraid.” Miguel couldn’t help but comment on you, in this business a woman as polite as you should be on the chopping block but no, there was something about you.

“How about you?” You shot back and as always you disarmed him immediately but he didn’t like to give anyone that sort of power.

No one can catch him off guard.

“You’re smart but not smart enough to know how to catch me out.” Miguel smiled wickedly as he reached for his pack of smokes and pulled out a tab.

Your lips parted as you scanned his face up and down as he put it inbetween his lips. He noticed your mindless yet intent gawk and raised his eyebrows, he took another one out and extended his arm out as his fingers brushed your skin. You stilled and blinked up at him dumbly as his thumb brushed your lips and opened your mouth wider for him to put the cigarette.

His touch was like liquid fire.

You finally caught it and then he took his lighter and lit his and yours up, watching the way your lipstick stained the butt. When you fingers held it, he caught a full view of your wedding ring, it was massive diamond rock held together by golden pearls. His face grew embittered by the sight, his frustration fanned into anger and now his sentiments remained the same.

He always wanted what he couldn’t have.

[scariusaquarius]

unexpected.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 11: Heartfelt Present, William Lennox

William Lennox x Fem! Reader Summary: After the death of Ironhide, William takes the loss pretty hard. You manage to recover a piece of the old bot.

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A/n: today was so busy it was fucking unreal, so this is late, and i'm sorry! But here it is!!

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Genre: Friendship, Fluff Rated: Everyone Warning: Slightly Angsty, Swearing, William gets a bit emotional

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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The base on Diego Garcia was bustling with life. Autobots and N.E.S.T. soldiers alike were trying to rebuild after the battle with Sentinel Prime and Megatron, voices and machinery echoing throughout the place as everyone tried their best to get things done as quickly as possible.

While the rebuilding was being taken care of by regular soldiers alike, the few highly regarded N.E.S.T members were still taking care of Decepticons while they still could while the U.S. Government decided what they wanted to do with the Autobots.

Time had gone by so fast since then that Christmas was suddenly upon you, and you weren't sure what to do. Did Will even realize what time of year it was? You chewed the inside of your cheek, your pocket feeling heavy as your gift for your colonel as he mulled over paperwork.

You were supposed to be helping him tie up loose ends, but your mind was too occupied with anxiety to be able to focus. You were sure that William had noticed, but he had yet to say anything. However, when you didn't flip the page of a current report you were reading for over five minutes, William finally looked over at you.

"You doing alright?"

You jolted as if you just remembered where you were, and you ducked your head in shame, adverting your eyes away from William's as you replied halfheartedly.

"Oh, uh...yeah, I'm okay."

"You're such a shit liar, you know that?"

His tone was teasing, but William was worried about you. He could tell that you were struggling after the battle; becoming unsure and anxious with everything that you did, and though William didn't want to assume that you no longer wanted to work with N.E.S.T or supported it, he couldn't rule it out.

"My apologies, sir. I just don't want to add more to your plate."

William set his papers down and he turned to you to give his full attention, shaking his head.

"Listen, you're a valuable part of my team, so your well-being matters to me more than some dumbass reports our lovely Director of National Security wants."

You couldn't help but to chuckle, shaking your head at his sarcastic tone, and William smiled slightly. You became quiet; slowly drawing back into your shell as you began to think, and then you sighed and slipped your hand into your pocket.

Taking out a poorly-wrapped gift, you gave it to him, William's eyes widening in shock from the gesture.

"It's...almost Christmas, and you know that I don't really have folks at home, so you guys are as family as it gets. So, uh...Merry Christmas, Colonel."

William was astounded, caught off guard, and he moved to sit next to you, his frame slightly towering over yours as he inspected it.

"Wow, that's so kind of you, (L/n). You know you didn't have to do that, right?"

"I know, but...the opportunity came up and I took it because I knew this would be important for you."

William glanced at you before he carefully unwrapped the gift, and within his hands was a large disc with Cybertronian written on it. William wasn't sure why, but it seemed familiar, and you said quietly.

"It's Ironhide's Audio Receptor. I recovered it from the ashes, and I think it wasn't affected by Sentinel's gun because it fell off first before the rust touched it. I thought that you would want to have it."

William was floored, and his fingers brushed against the disc, speechless. You, however, continued to speak.

"I made sure to ask Optimus if it was okay to give it to you, and even Optimus agreed that you would be the most deserving person to have the last remnant that remains of Ironhide."

William glanced over at you, and he asked you softly.

"Is this why you've been so nervous since the battle? I thought...maybe you just didn't want to be apart of the team anymore. I thought you were waiting to ask me to resign."

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head, waving your hands wildly in front of you.

"Oh, no, no! God, no, I could never leave this job, Will. You, and the rest of N.E.S.T. have become my family. I pledged my life to you, and that hasn't changed. I just...I wasn't sure how to give this to you because I didn't want to upset you...and I wasn't sure if you were gonna go home for the holidays or not."

William wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close and resting his head against yours, your heart racing within your chest. He couldn't speak, choked up for a moment, and his voice was just above a whisper as he replied.

"This means more to me than you realize. Thank you, truly."

You relaxed against him, chuckling quietly.

"I'm glad that you liked it. I know it's probably a bit weird, but-"

"-No, it's not weird at all."

William cut you off. He sighed for a moment before he pulled away from you to hold the disc with two hands. He was staring down at the metal, his eyes looking exhausted as his shoulders sagged slightly.

"I miss him a lot...he was a good friend."

You rested your hand on his shoulders, your voice gentle.

"I'm sure he thought of you the same way, Colonel. If you'd like, I can take over doing reports so our lovely Director of National Security doesn't decide to drop by just to scream about the reports."

William shook his head gently, smiling before he propped up the disc against the lamp, the metal sparkling slightly within the light as William said.

"No, it's okay. I've got some pretty good motivation to get shit done now."

Smiling widely at William, he playfully nudged you before the two of you began to work on the reports again.

END DAY 11

*cue what i've done, directed by michael bay*

[thesilmarillionblog]

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝟖

Click here to read the first part.

Summary: You and Soldier Boy want to create a family and move on from everything, even the Vought, but you also know that he has to face Homelander one last time to keep his vow to Butcher. However, nothing turns out as you had hoped.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: light smut, angst, language, sexual tension, teasing

Word Count: 5814

A/N: English is not my first language.

Your fingertips reached out the eagle symbol as your hands moved over the hard plate on his chest while you remained seated on his lap. Soldier Boy continued to watch every move you made. As the minutes went on, his grasp on your stomach grew softer, and you started to question your ability to truly influence his thoughts over Cate and other things. You hoped you would be able to go back inside his heart and that he would be able to love you without missing the times that you were reluctant to remember.

You wanted to make things right because you felt a strong draw toward him, even if you weren't sure how.

You were cool with it if he wanted you to Temp-V so he wouldn't force your mind to surrender you to the merciless hands of another Supe. You were obviously anxious to discover your dynamics with him, but you must have done it many times with him. You were curious about how he treated you in bed. The idea heated your cheeks. 

As if sensing it, he remarked in a playful tone, “What are you thinking now?”

“Nothing,” you said. “Just us.”

Your answer warmed his heart. If he couldn't remember every detail of the times you had spent together, he would say it was deja vu. But you were back on his lap, telling him that all you could think about was him and you. You sounded precisely the same, as if you were deliberately recreating that same moment, so he wondered whether he was right to think that you were different. But all memories were forgotten, and here you were in his arms. 

You made an effort to approach him more closely than you had previously, and you inquired, “Are you okay too, though? Instead of focusing on finding Cate and forcing me to recall things, considering extending my time.”

He said, “On one condition.” His hands seemed softer now, like if he could pull them back at any second. 

“I already accepted taking that thing you mentioned, Temp-V.”

“There is one more,” he said with determination. His expression was serious. 

“What now?” You sighed. He was constantly asking something more.

“If you can't remember a single thing in a month, you will agree to get help from Cate.”

You instantly said, “No way!” and were irate that he hadn't even given you six months. You had doubts; he cared about your feelings much. “You're being cruel. Let me have four months.”

With a tone of rage, “Fuck no,” Soldier Boy tightened his hold on your body. “One and a half.”

You sighed, seeing how quickly he was growing furious. “You're asking too much from me, you know.” There was something different about his rage. 

“How it's too much when I want the woman I loved to come back to me.”

The way he utilized the past tense made your body tense. Your mood fell as you realized that, despite your best efforts, there was still some distance between you. Your palms touched the eagle symbol on his chest and then went gently down to the belt, which had a star symbol on it. Soldier Boy felt regret after realizing what he had just said, but instead of offering an apology, he said nothing that would have made you feel even worse. 

You were reaching out to him, and he was reaching out to you, but your efforts were going in separate directions. Why did he find it so difficult to accept you as you are? Was the difference between the old and new you really that much? You questioned if you were really that annoying.

You muttered, “Give me three months then,” without responding to what he had just said. There was a hint of disappointment in your voice. It was difficult to control how you were feeling.

With annoyance, Soldier Boy examined your face and inhaled deeply. “One and a half. That's all I will give. Discussion is over.”

“No.”

“For God's sake,” he murmured in frustration. You began to become enraged with him for his impatient manner since he was being so persistent. At least he could acknowledge some of your decisions while you were being so kind, even if he didn't like your new version.

You scowled and tried to get to your feet to break free of his hold, but his hands stopped you with ease. Soldier Boy drew you closer to his body with a serious look, saying, “Stop moving.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders and said, “You stop being a stubborn asshole.” Then, with a rapid motion that brought your body even closer to his, you gasped, “Ow!” as his iron belt hurt your stomach.

Soldier Boy instantly released his hold on you. His expression was one of perplexity, as though he hadn't realized what he was doing. You questioned how you managed to stay with him for so long given how harsh he was and had such a temper. 

“Language.” With a hint of irritation in his tone, he playfully responded, “Show some respect to your man. That's what happens when you don't listen to me.” He replaced your body back on his lap. He looked over your stomach and raised your t-shirt a little higher to see if you were hurt. It burned a bit, but there was just a slight scretch. 

For a split second, you felt like a foolish young girl because of your excitement at his remarks. “I wonder how I survived with you,” you muttered once more as you stopped physically battling with him. Soldier Boy's fingers lightly touched the small mark on your stomach, giving him a disappointed expression, yet his expression was serious on the other side. “I should have been with a regular man who would respect my choices.”

He got frustrated that you brought up being with another man instead of him and remarked, “Watch your mouth,” as he let your t-shirt fall in a rough manner. “Respect the decisions you've made? A man is a pathetic and useless pussy who can't fix anything if he just lets go of everything when his woman experiences memory loss.”

“Or?” you said, trying to lighten the mood by lightly teasing him. While you were still on his lap talking to him about your future together, you realized it wouldn't be a good idea to argue with him. “And I'm not something to be fixed. You must know how thick your skull is.”

With a little smile, he studied your face and body till your cheeks reddened. You tried to get away from him slightly, but he held on closely. You stiffened up as his fingertips continued to linger on your skin and gently moved into your t-shirt. 

“What were you saying? Now, what happened? Do you need me to remind you of the other thick parts of my body that you found most pleasing?” Soldier Boy inquired, a sly smile playing on his lips. It was apparent that he was enjoying your response to him. You could feel the hardness of him beneath his suit as he rubbed your body against it. His mouth was so dirty that it made your cheeks flush crimson.

You whispered, “Don't change the subject,” without saying anything more. Your pussy had other plans, even though you tried not to stare at his massive member beneath you. “Will you allow me enough time? Four months seems like a reasonable amount of time.”

“No way.” He said it in a more controlled manner this time. You knew he was briefly looking at your body as his hands and fingers caressed your skin and held you tightly to his body. There was desire in his eyes; you could tell that.

Instead of disturbing you, though, it unexpectedly thrilled you. It seemed as though there was a magnetic pull between you or that your bodies were attempting to reunite in a more intimate manner. 

“That would be enough, and it benefits you the most,” you said. 

He arched an eyebrow at your refusal, chuckling. “In what ways will it benefit me?” Then Soldier Boy took a serious attitude, although it was clear that he was amused by your attempts. 

You stated, “If I don't love you back the way I had loved you in the past, you can tell my emotions were fake or something.” Even though you knew it was a cheap move, you still felt like you had to try it. 

The look on Soldier Boy's face shifted, as if he gave it some real thought. You might sense there was a brief moment of little lack of confidence if you didn't know how much he knew about himself. Nonetheless, he was undoubtedly the most attractive and powerful Super. 

“I know you love me already, and when you said you did, you said it sincerely.” There was no debate after his sharp remarks. “It doesn't matter if you remember or not.”

You dared to challenge him even though it wasn't a smart move. “How can you be so sure, and why so stubborn if it doesn't matter?”

“Because I can tell when you are lying. They are not the same thing,” he replied. 

With a cunning appearance on his lips, he watched you cautiously as your hands slid gently over his suit. You could have chuckled at how patient he was now, in spite of his intolerance only moments before, if you hadn't felt his hardness beneath you. 

You posed a lighthearted question, “Can I change your mind a bit?” You wanted him to be unconscious of how much this was fun for you, but you both were into playing a little. There was an overpowering need for discovering your balance with him. 

Your hands returned to his shoulders after carefully grazing each and every inch of his suit. As he stared at you and did nothing except hold you close, you felt a kind of joy emerge in your chest. Soldier Boy was the one who was closest to you and was willing to let you do everything you wanted to do him, even though you had known Butcher and the other guys for a very long time. You knew it was different with him.

“I'm not sure. You have to give it a try,” Soldier Boy grumbled, returning his hands to your hips. “You must know I'm not very easy to convince.”

“I see that,” you winked at him. At least you knew just how stubborn he was without needing your memories to return. However, you were equally determined about pursuing what you wanted. 

Soldier Boy couldn't resist chuckling when he saw how much you were already enjoying. For a little while, you felt as though you knew him as well as he knew you, and everything between you was normal. 

You said, almost in a whisper, “I want to bargain,” shifting slightly on him despite the fact that your cheeks were burning. If he acted more stubbornly and pushed you away, you would be quite embarrassed. 

To your astonishment, though, his hands kept stroking your hips—only more forcefully this time. Instead of harming you, he was once again showing his dominance to you. 

When you noticed he was considering it, you asked again, your cheeks heated, and you started to move on him a little. “Can we negotiate?” 

“Yeah,” he murmured, seemingly disconnected from what you had to say, and instead he stared at your body. 

That's when Soldier Boy turned to look at you. His eyes were staring at you intensely. You trusted him when he said he missed you. You were there with him, comfortably seated on his lap. You weren't uncomfortable or anything even a day ago. It just felt right to be with him.

Soldier Boy smirked and gave you a quick ass squeeze. “Show me what you can do to convince me,” he urged. Although your eyes became wide, you were determined not to allow Cate to touch you and fuck your brain's balance. 

You weren't sure how far you would go without Temp-V at the time, and you didn't know how much he would go far. You had at first wanted to speak with Butcher. But there has to be a way to get him interested enough. 

You shifted slightly on his lap, one hand caressing his neck and hair, the other gently touching his huge bisceps. Your lips parted in surprise and desire as you felt his erection under you. Even though you had both stated that you were not interested in having sex before you remembered him, here you were, unable to get your hands off of one another as if you were meant to be together forever. 

You remained motionless, yet your lips were almost in contact. All you could do was stare into his eyes. He continued to hold you, the mock on his lips disappearing as his hold on your hips grew stronger and stronger. 

“How about...” you muttered. “Four months?” 

“Fuck no,” he responded, giving you a firm squeeze to move on him. 

To give you adequate space, Soldier Boy widened his legs a little. As you moved, you could feel his hands tightening around your thighs and his breathing becoming heavier. The strength difference between you made you a little uneasy, but you would have told him the moment his touch began to hurt. 

He suddenly said in a stern voice, “I should have fucked you on that table,” urging you to continue. Although there was quite a barrier between you and his pants, it didn't stop you from getting pleasure. 

Your body and cheeks became flushed from embarrassment, but you persisted and stated, “Give me four months.” 

You could never have agreed to let some other Supe get near you and screw your mind even more. 

You gasped in shock when Soldier Boy ignored what you had said and put a firm grasp on one of your tits through your t-shirt. He had hands all over the place. By the end, you weren't sure if you would be the one to get what you wanted. All of his focus was on his own needs.

“Feel how much you still make me hard, baby,” he muttered on your neck, pressing you on his stiff cock more thoroughly. “We haven't been this way in a very long time. I've so fucking missed watching you move on my cock.”

Longing was present in his final words, along with a lot of yearning. Though you tried to dismiss it and concentrate on the present, you couldn't help but feel a type of sadness tightening in your chest. Though you hoped you missed him just as much as he did, you showed no signs of this feeling. It seemed as though you had never separated. 

At that moment, you found yourself willing to play the game he needed.

In an attempt to give him what he truly desired from you, you hesitated before placing one of your hands on his and making him squeeze your ass firmly. 

“How much did you miss me?” you asked, meeting his gaze directly. Though your lips met his, it was not a kiss. His lips and touch were warm. 

It would be great if you knew his name, but though you tried so hard, you could not recall. You hoped that you had forgotten Butcher's instead.

Soldier Boy's lips began to lick your neck and throat. “So fucking much,” he moaned. It was evident from the way he moved underneath you that this was making him harder than before. 

Between gasps, you proceeded, encouraged by his reaction to your touch and words, “Will you give me four months?” His grip on your hips began to ache a little, but you bit your lip to keep the moment from being ruined until you had what you wanted.

He groaned, “Don't stop,” as soon as he noticed you were moving on him more slowly. His finger was lingering around your trousers and giving you little bruises. You tense up, thinking he's going to rip them off, so you tried to get the speed that Soldier Boy needed.

“You did give me a good hand job there, didn't you?” He let out a moan as you struggled to maintain the same pace. You made an effort to loosen his hold somewhat with your hand, but he didn't seem to be listening. 

“Given how long it's been, you would let me fuck you raw right now, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you allow me to fully fill your tight pussy and fuck you from behind till you can't move?” You eventually whimpered as Soldier Boy tightened his grasp on your hips and murmured into your ear. 

“Careful!” His hot kisses on your neck were so passionate and intimate that you felt yourself losing yourself in the moment with him as you moaned in pain and stroked his hands to calm him. 

He said, “I'm not even using force; relax,” as if he were at the end of his tolerance. It was impossible to determine if he was very aroused or enraged. Most likely, he had no idea how powerful he was. You came to the realization that using Temp-V was a wise decision. It was risky to be with a supe like him since you never knew if he was aware of what he was doing. 

His lips captured yours with desire, allowing you to slow down and ultimately release his hands from your hips without allowing you to say anything more. You felt a bit more at ease once he released your hips. 

You said, “We need to calm down,” in between kisses. You gave him softer, more tender kisses in return for his fierce, heated ones. It was absurd that you felt safe getting closer to a man you had only met the day before.

Soldier Boy was not your boyfriend; he was a stranger in fact. Someone you couldn't remember. But your heart knew the right path. 

He moaned, “Can't get my hands off of you,” kissing you this time with care and desire. “Fuck, I need to be inside you right now.”

“But I didn't take Temp-V,” you murmured hurriedly. It was difficult for you to make predictions as to how you did it because you couldn't recall your private moments with him.

“So?” Not sure what you were hinting at, Soldier Boy stated in a querying tone.

You muttered, “I don't know,” struggling to find the right words. “How.. we used to do it.”

“Do what?” he repeated, but this time he was smirking.

You stopped him and said, “Don't act like an asshole,” but his rough hands were already on your hips once more.

He kissed you hard and briefly in between talking about your attitude, saying, “The first thing you must remember is that'respect' for sure. And yes, we did it many times without Temp-V or anything else.”

You've been rubbing yourself against him and quietly panting. You just whispered, “Hmm.”

Once more, Soldier Boy gained complete control over your body and forced you to rub up against him while murmuring, “You wouldn't believe how many times I've fucked you without Temp-V.”

As gentle fingers ran through your hair, you muttered, “Was it good enough for you?”

“Perfect,” Soldier Boy responded with honesty.

“Protection?” you asked once again. It was difficult to comprehend what kind of power imbalance there might be between you and Soldier Boy during such times. He wasn't even aware how hard he grasped your hips until you warned him. 

“No,” to make it short, Soldier Boy's brought your body as close as his as he possibly could. You scowled as you saw his expression change. His voice had lost its tone of amusement and had become harsh. 

“Why?” 

“I'm a supe. There's no way I... could get you pregnant. Our DNA's are built differently.” Oh. 

Expressing verbally, a sort of rage entered Soldier Boy's heart. He couldn't recall the last time he had given an explanation for his inability to complete something. Even if he didn't intend to have children at that moment, it hurt his pride as a man to be unable to get you pregnant. He repeatedly filled you in a single day and continued to do so for months, but you were never able to conceive.

You said, “Okay,” in a whisper. Though he had made it plain, he did not explicitly state that the reason was that you were weaker than him. You were unable to overcome the anguish that was around your heart like a glass.

You couldn't stop thinking if the person you used to be had any plans to have a baby with him. You were startled that the thought didn't even slightly worry you as your mind raced with images of you, Soldier Boy, and a tiny baby. On the contrary, it kind of excited you. But it looks like the concept would remain a far-off fantasy that wouldn't ever come to pass. 

“So,” you began, hoping to get the conversation to go somewhere else. Your hands hesitantly touched his chest, then his iron belt, making contact with the star sign. “How about our negotiation?”

“Two months,” he said emphatically, as if nothing could make him reconsider at that very moment. 

If you weren't sitting on his lap while he stared at you longingly and with anticipation, you would have giggled at his inflexibility. You wanted to take some time and give it your all, even though you were aware of his earlier statements that he wouldn't love you in this way. 

You reached between his legs with your hands down. You could feel him tensing beneath you as your palms found his hardness through his jeans. He began to loosen his hold on your body when it became too tight since he clearly didn't want to harm you. 

“Two months is not enough,” you told him, lightly stroking his hardened cock with your palm against his trousers. 

With a swift moment, Soldier Boy shifted your positions and with an escaped gasp on your lips, you were under him, on the bed. He gently pushed your hair from your face and placed himself between your legs. Your eyes widened with surprise as he took your hand and put on his cock, making you to rub him through his pants.

Neglecting your words, Soldier Boy said, “Take it out.” He was already waiting for you to do something. “Now.”

Excitement flooded your body, so you followed his orders. After giving him a few more rubs to torment him, you unzipped his pants very slowly to get him more thrilled, though messing with a Supe wasn't a smart idea. 

“I thought you didn't want to touch me until I remembered everything,” you stated. “Why did you say it if you didn't mean it?”

“I decided to change my opinion, and why not? We used to bang five times in a row,” he snapped back. He truly never felt embarrassed over anything. Your body became hot when you attempted to figure out how you could take him so many times. 

You whispered, blushing at his bold remarks, “Don't you have a filter on your mouth?”

Soldier Boy said in your ear, “You should hear me when I'm inside you, swetheart,” as you finally succeeded in unipping his pants with trembling hands. You couldn't help but notice the longing on his face, his messy hair, and his hot breath. He was terribly good-looking and masculine. 

With a slight roughness in his voice, he thrust his hips toward your hand and seemed eager to continue. 

“Are you thinking about how much time you'll give me?” You inquired lightly, refusing to take him out of his suit no matter how many times he ordered you to continue. Soldier Boy shot you a cold stare right after. 

“Depends.” 

“On?” 

“Your little handiwork performance,” he stated with a brief smile that offered you his desire. 

With a hesitant smile back, your hands started to work on his pants to remove him. It was a play that you were both on. You two knew what was happening probably made you more thrilled than he was, and he would stop whenever you wanted him to, so it wasn't like he was pressuring you into doing anything you didn't want to. That was ingrained in your bones and feelings. 

You struggled to free him from his suit and were a little afraid of seeming foolish. Once some time had passed, you gave him a helpless glance. All Soldier Boy did was smirk mischievously over you. 

You said, “You could give a hand,” as your hands were a little aggressive on the material. 

“I thought that was what you're going to do.”

You surprised yourself by pulling his head to yourself and kissing him, refusing to let him torture you any longer. Thank goodness, Soldier Boy responded to your kisses instantly, and it didn't take long for his to take control and start making coarse noises within your mouth. 

You had no idea who was making louder noises or which of you was kissing each other harder. You were just aware that he was pressing you against the bed. He pulled back, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. During that moment, his lips remained on your neck, giving you a few gentle nibbles that left you whimpering.

You could feel the desire between your legs as Soldier Boy's hands frantically tugged at his clothes to get himself free. You were unsure if he would take you there.

Your phone rang in your pocket, and you realized that he was about to pull his cock out of his pants. As Soldier Boy was ready to pull down his pants, he grumbled in displeasure and halted, ignoring the phone ringing in your pocket. 

With a frantic “Oh, wait,” you attempted to shove his body away. 

Then Soldier Boy quickly took the phone from your pocket and glared at the screen with enraged eyes before letting you react. He stood up, leaving you on the bed by yourself, still gasping after the passionate interaction you had. You could tell who was calling by the way he looked across the room—it seemed like he was waiting for the right opportunity to enrage Soldier Boy even more. 

“You're a dead man,” muttered Soldier Boy as he held the phone up to his ear. “You and your worthless team.” Though it was barely audible, his voice was full of promise. 

Whispering, “Give it to me,” you hastily rose from the bed and attempted to take your phone from Soldier Boy's hands. 

It was obvious that Butcher was getting on Soldier Boy's nerves, even if you could only make out some of what he was saying. Butcher always had an ability of getting under people's skin. 

“How many lies you've told her, I don't know, but one thing is certain. You and your pitiful pets had best hide out in whatever shithole you are now in, because I'm going to kill you all.”

Soldier Boy eventually handed you the phone, ignoring everything Butcher was saying to him. As you waited for Butcher to speak, your pulse raced with thoughts and confusion, but you were at your breaking point. 

“I've called you a hundred times since yesterday,” you immediately complained. It was clear from your voice that you were disappointed. 

You paced the room, ignoring Soldier Boy as he observed you intently and zipped back his pants and straightened his suit. 

“We needed to exercise caution since he managed to catch you. Are you alright?” Butcher questioned it as if it were a common question. You were getting tired of his insensitive attitude already. 

You answered him harshly, “I need to talk to you in private,” ignoring his question.

“This is not the place for you to come. Sweetie, you'd put us all in danger.”

It was difficult to ignore the awful weight of rejection from someone who you still called friend and remembered with a heavy heart. You were aware that, for the most part, Soldier Boy was being truthful at that point. You were dumbstruck at how easily Butcher cast you aside while continuing to discuss safety.

“In somewhere else, of course,” you remarked coldly. “He will not follow me.”

You looked at Soldier Boy to see how he responded, but he was already seated and preoccupied with smoking weed aggressively across the room. Even though he occasionally sent you glares, you wanted to think he wouldn't break his promise to you. 

“Don't be so sure, honey,” Butcher sighed, unsure of how to handle the situation without putting the squad at risk by speaking with you. 

You said, emphasizing every syllable, “He's treating me good. We can meet in the house we all used to live in. I'll go there by myself. Alone.”

Butcher said, “Fine,” not wanting to talk about it any more. “Make sure you come here by yourself, baby,” he asked. Butcher owed you a conversation, even if he wasn't eager to meet you or risk running into Soldier Boy again when he really intended to kill him that much. Especially not after what he had done to both of you.

Of course, there were other topics to talk about.

Feeling relieved that he finally agreed, Butcher informed you when to meet and hang up without saying anything else. You were far too hurt to talk with him without coming out as fragile. After standing for a while staring at the screen of your phone and doing nothing, you turned to face Soldier Boy, who had already begun to drink. Then he looked at you. It was difficult to determine this time if his expression was one of hatred or rage. It was unclear if it was directed against Butcher, you, or both. 

You muttered, “I need to talk to him alone,” which gave you nothing to talk about. It was too much for you to handle.

You felt lost and alone once again.

Soldier Boy said, “Come here,” in a quiet voice. He sighed, seeing your mood drop and your smile fade. He detested seeing you so distressed and heartbroken. It would be simpler if you could just remember, but you were terrified. He couldn't figure out why.

Soldier Boy made you sit on his lap once again and gave you a tight embrace as if he could see what you were going through. Your head was on the cool material of his suit, where the eagle emblem was supposed to be. His warmth was relaxing and soothing.

You said, “He wants me to go to him alone,” hoping that he wouldn't provoke another argument once more.

Surprising you, he simply said, “Okay.”

“Just because I'm not going there with you for this time doesn't mean I won't murder him,” Soldier Boy firmly said, “He will pay for what he did to both of us. He and the others will die for that.”

You wanted nothing bad to happen to Butcher or the others, in spite of all that he had done to you. You knew you would never stay with Butcher again the moment he accepted the lies he'd told you. It did not, however, imply that you wanted his or the others' deaths. The only thing that would be lost would be trust, and that would be enough price.

You stated, “I don't want to talk about this right now,” implying that you didn't want to discuss Butcher or anybody else. You felt his muscles tense beneath your touch, so you decided it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Soldier Boy that you didn't want Butcher to die. 

He kissed your hair, and you closed your eyes with relief. He murmured, “Fine,” with a soothing voice. His roughness didn't make his arms and kisses seem unsafe.

You said, “But I can't stay here too,” keeping in mind that you would have had to see the Seven, Homelander, and their heinous deeds every day. The idea itself was dreadful. “I don't want anything related to the Seven or Vought.”

Soldier Boy inhaled deeply and remembered the last night you spent together, months ago, when everything was okay. At least your hatred for Vought and Homelander did not change. That was good enough. Although he too had no desire to interact with them, he was forced to do so due to the circumstances. For the time being. 

He continued, “We'll talk about such things later,” in a harsh voice, his hands lightly brushing your back as though he were trying to comfort you. 

“Where will I be staying?”

Soldier Boy scowled at your thoughts of living alone. “Obviously, not here.” As if he would let you go. 

With pride, he declared, “I own a place. We’ll stay there.” Though it didn't, it would have been preferable if things had gone as you two had hoped months ago. He wished he had purchased a house while you still remembered him. He would like to see your reaction.

You inhaled with gratitude upon learning that you would not be residing in Vought Tower. You could tolerate this as long as you didn't encounter Homelander and everyone. You were aware that Soldier Boy wouldn't allow you to go elsewhere, apart from him. Whatever had occurred or would happen, you had to confront it.

“Have you thought about the amount of time you'll give me?”

Soldier Boy took another look at the problem and groaned at your intransigent demeanor. He said, “Two and a half months,” playing with your hair and curling it with his fingers. “Not a single day more.”

“Make it three.”

“You are always greedy, aren't you?” He teased to lighten your mood. “Fuck it. Fine.”

“Will you tell me your name?” You asked in a low voice, realizing that you had never addressed him by name and recalling how disappointed he was when you couldn't recall it. You forced yourself to recall it till your brain hurt, but it was just impossible. You felt horrible about not being able to recall even one letter. 

You said, “Jack?” in an attempt to predict what he was going to say before he did. “Kevin? Eric?” 

“Fuck, quit saying other men names. Who the fuck are they?” He abruptly became irate and cut you off; jealousy was clearly taking over. 

“I don't know anyone with those names.” You said, playing with his possessive gaze as you raised your head to look at him. “Are you jealous?” 

“I am,” he declared firmly. The roughness in his tone made you giggle.

“You can forget everything—my face, my name, and even our memories—but you never forget that you are solely mine. You belong to me in your every version.”

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[disgruntleddemon]

It's better world Emma-May time! (although this design is also my design for her in cannon lol)

she's def a character i'm still very uncertain on. she has even less to go by than Tate, which is saying something! literally all we know is her name, that she left Fiddleford at some point, and a drawing of a picture of her.

i've decided to have her work making arcade games. partly cause i wanted her to also do something computery, and partly cause i thought it'd be funny if she worked for the same company that made fight fighters. i gotta figure out more personality, but i do picture her smart and funny. curious enough to go against her better judgement sometimes, and lots of random little talents.

i also like the hc that her family used to be cihpertologists. i'm going w the idea that her family left when she was too young to really remember any of it. she know of it, and how it affected her family, but doesn't rly have any memories of it.

anyways, i am once again letting the characters be a little ooc. there isn't rly a way to make Emma in character, but, Fiddleford and Ford will be a little bit, cause they end up deciding to tell her everything. or at least a summery.

basically, now that Ford and Fiddleford are officially together, it means Ford actually has to make the trip to palo alto w Fidds to meet Emma and Tate. tbh, this probably would have happened regardless, with McGucket living w Ford, but all the same lol.

obviously, they are ridiculously stressed. and with the fact they'd like Tate to be able to stay in gf sometimes, they realize they Emma deserves to be in the loop. especially cause she'd probably find out eventually anyway, they might as well get a chance to explain themselves first.

suffice to say they're not exactly making the best impression lol. and she's, very reasonably, pissed. but despite herself, she is kind of fascinated by Ford having dealt with Bill. the world's most bizarre case of 6 degrees of separation.

i think she can't help but be interested in the supernatural stuff. i kinda picture a gag where literally everyone handles the supernatural better than Fiddleford hjkjhjk. she moves closer to gf at some point, so i kinda need a reason for her to do so.

that being said, at least for awhile, she doesn't want Tate going. the Tate situation is kind of all over the place for awhile. mostly until Emma is certain he'll be safe and taken care of in gravity falls. at first, Fiddleford has to make visits to californa, then she makes a few visits to gf with tate, then she lets Tate stay without also going, and eventually, she ends up moving closer.

anyway, up until this point there's a running gag of Fiddleford insisting it was a society, not a cult. unfortunately, it's hard to argue w Emma on this one lmao.

Fiddleford fucked off to the middle of no where, started getting more distant, randomly dropped off the face of the earth and stopped contacting his family, and is now finally trying to fix things. suffice to say he really has to prove he's committed to actually doing so.

as for Ford, his social bumbling actually helped him out in his first meeting. yes, he's tripping over his words and clearly anxious out of his mind, but he's obviously trying so so hard lol. i think him and Em would have been friends in better circumstances. she can't help but find him endearing, even if she thinks he's a dumbass.

i'd like for her to at least be on neutral terms with everyone so she can pop in for an adventure here and there, but i also thinks she deserves to be pissed, and make things harder for Fiddleford. local man actually has to face consequences instead of escaping to a literal cult he started, y'know?

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Playing Pretend (Part 2)

Drinks before dinner get uncomfortable- and exciting- quickly.

Roy Kent x Reader

2.1k words

Warnings: Language, alcohol, a smidge of angst because that's what happens when your sister marries your ex

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“I thought the big fancy dinner was tomorrow,” Roy mumbled as he pulled a dress shirt out of his suitcase and held it up to check for wrinkles.

After settling into the room you’d be sharing for the weekend, the two of you had spent about an hour laying on the bed next to each other and reading the books you’d each brought before you informed him that it was time to get ready for dinner.

“Oh, it is,” you agreed, pulling out a dress from your own luggage. “Tonight’s just family. My parents and sisters, Jim’s parents.” You paused, looking up at Roy. “You, apparently.”

Roy rolled his eyes and tugged off the Richmond sweater he’d worn on the drive. You blushed, averting your eyes from his wooly chest to focus on the dress in your hands. “Fucking rich people,” he muttered.

A scoff escaped your lips. “Roy, you’re rich,” you reminded him. “You drive a car that costs more than I make in a year.”

“Hey, you told me you like that car.” He buttoned up his shirt and posed. “How do I look?”

You couldn’t help but melt a little as you looked at him in his black dress shirt and equally black jeans. “Perfect.” Realizing you’d been staring for a moment too long, you tightened your grip on your dress. “Be right back.” You stepped into the bathroom attached to the room you’d be sharing with Roy- something you tried not to think too hard about- and changed into the dress. Frustration crossed your mind when you realized you couldn’t quite reach the zipper. “Roy!” you called.

“What?” came his gruff voice.

You poked your head back into the bedroom. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

An expression you couldn’t quite read crossed his face. “Can’t you, I dunno, go ask your mum or your sister to help you?”

“Come on, Roy.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. This is a boyfriend job. How would it look if I go ask my mum to help me with my dress when you’re right there?”

“Fine, fine.” He crossed the room and spun you around, so your back was to him. You were sure you were imagining the shaky breath he let out and the trembling you felt as he slowly zipped up your dress. Roy had no reason to be nervous; you were just the silly kid who used to beg him to play Barbies with you and his sister.

But still, the domesticity of the moment made your heart sing a little.

“Thank you,” you hummed. You slipped on your shoes and gave a little spin. “Now, how do I look?”

His face went all soft, your favorite look in the world. “Perfect.” He held out his hand. “Ready?”

With a deep breath, you took his hand, not sure if you were more anxious about the first event of the weekend or the simple act of holding Roy Kent’s hand. Maybe a bit of both.

The walk to the drawing room felt weirdly familiar; you’d been here many times with Jim, for weddings and anniversaries and birthdays and holidays and just-for-fun. A sad part of you wondered how many times Lauren had been here. An even sadder part of you realized that she was probably sleeping in the same room you used to sleep in.

As if he could feel the sudden pang in your heart, Roy gave your hand a squeeze.

“I’m probably going to repeat myself all fucking weekend,” he whispered, “but I’m right here. I’ve got you. Don’t you fucking forget that.”

Some of the sharp pain in your chest evaporated as you squeezed back. “I know, Roy.”  

“Roy! Darling!”

As soon as you stepped into the drawing room, you mother made a beeline for the two of you, throwing her arms around Roy. Your dad followed behind, eyebrows slightly raised as he gave you a small hug and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Hello,” Roy said, genuine cheer in his voice as your mother released him. He shook your dad’s hand warmly. “Hope I’m not intruding on the weekend.”

Your mum shook her head “Absolutely not. You’re always welcome with us, you know that, dear. Especially-” She shot you a look. “-if what we hear about you and our little duckling is true?”

Roy wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to himself. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s grand,” you dad assured him. “Always had a good feeling about the two of you.” He gestured towards the room. “Come on in, we’re doing the whole cocktails before dinner thing.” Your dad wrinkled his nose at you; even when you dated Jim, he was always uncomfortable with how posh Jim’s family was. However, he never said no to the chance to drink good alcohol, as evidenced by the glass in his hand.

Roy guided you to one of the elegant couches, tenderly placing a hand on your knee once you were seated beside him. Despite your agony surrounding this weekend, part of you hoped it would never end, if only so you could always have all this attention and affection from Roy.

As if determined to ruin any bit of happiness you got this dreadful weekend, your sister and Jim appeared, drinks in hand. Lauren had that plastic smile you knew she’d be wearing for the next three days.

“You two get that alone time?” she teased, shooting you a mocking wink.

You just smiled and leaned closer to Roy, treating him like the lifesaver he was. He planted a soft kiss in your hair that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Lauren,” he hummed, raising those thick eyebrows that you loved.

“Fathers prefer no kissing,” your dad chimed in with a dry chuckle. “But I can make an exception for Roy.”

Roy’s smile widened. “Appreciate it,” he laughed. He loved the way your dad treated him; even when you dated Jim, your dad treated Roy like a son. His sister had even confided in him that it was a point of contention in your relationship, what with your dad never being as warm with Jim.

Gripping his drink rather tightly, Jim gestured between the two of you. “Alright, so I got interrupted earlier. How’d this happen?”

Shit. You’d forgotten to get your story straight with Roy. The two of you had spent the whole drive up chatting about childhood memories, movies you wanted to show each other, stories from work, and even one enthusiastic duet of You Belong With Me when it came on the road trip playlist you’d had blasting from your phone. It hadn’t occurred to you to make sure the two of you knew what to say when everyone inevitably wanted to know about your “relationship”.

You prayed only Roy could see the panic in your eyes as you looked up at him. “D’you want to tell the story?” you offered.

He didn’t skip a beat. “Well, about what, two months ago, babe?” He looked down at you, and you quickly nodded in agreement. “We were hanging out, and my sister had canceled so it was just us. I took over kebabs, and we were watching His Girl Friday, this one’s favorite.”

Everything he’d said so far was true; the three of you were supposed to hang out, but Roy’s sister had backed out at the last second, so Roy came over anyway. And he’d claimed not to care what movie you watched, so you put on an old Cary Grant movie that you’d seen a million times (and Roy had been forced to watch about half a million times). It had been a perfect night, sitting next to Roy while Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell danced around their feelings before finally coming together.

Roy continued, “And I looked over and saw just how absolutely beautiful she looked, with the light from the television glowing on her face and that dreamy expression she gets when she watches old movies.” He looked down, all bashfulness, before turning his gaze to you. You were amazed by his acting. “And I just fucking asked if I could kiss her, and she said yes. So, I leaned over and…”

It was the kiss you’d waited your whole life for. His hand came up to tenderly lift your chin, tilting your face to his. His barely parted lips were soft, gentle, his beard just barely tickling your skin. Every daydream you’d ever had about Roy Kent was nothing compared to the tiny kiss that ended far too soon.

Bashfulness reappeared on Roy’s face as he cleared his throat, remembering all the eyes on the two of you. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled. “We’re still in that lovey-dovey phase where we can’t keep our hands off each other and make everyone around us want to get violently ill.” His eyes focused icily on Jim. “You remember that, don’t you Jim?

Jim nearly choked on his drink.

“With Lauren,” Roy clarified, nodding towards your sister, whose face was twisted in annoyance. “How’d you two kids meet anyway?”

“Why don’t I get you a drink, Roy?” Jim offered quickly, his face void of all color. “Beer?”

Roy’s hand was back on your knee, gripping it a bit tighter now. “Whiskey. Neat.” He turned to you, his face softening. “And you?”

Jim shook his head. “I remember,” he assured you, shoving his own drink into Lauren’s hand and heading to the small bar off to one side of the room, the bar you remembered experimenting behind with Jim and his cousins once the older folks had gone to bed. You could still taste the disgusting combinations Jim had concocted for you to try. You could still hear the laughter that had filled the room as everyone took shots. You could still feel the sloppy kisses that tasted of expensive alcohol.

Sensing the tension oozing off of you, your parents excused themselves to go talk to Jim’s parents; they didn’t exactly need introductions, considering how many times they’d met while you were dating Jim.

Always perfect in her timing, your older sister, Jen, strolled into the room, shaking you out of your wistful reminiscing. She lit up when she saw the two of you and made a beeline for you, her husband, Paul, in tow.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? And there? And every-fucking-where?” she teased.

Roy laughed and stood, wrapping his arms around your older sister. “Hello, Jenny.” He turned his attention to your brother-in-law. “Paul, how the hell are you man?”

Paul shook Roy’s hand enthusiastically, the way he always did. “Great. Clearly you’re doing quite well yourself.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “I owe your dad forty quid. I had figured the two of you’d be dancing around this thing for the rest of your lives.”

“Paul!” you gasped, smacking your brother-in-law’s arm playfully. Behind closed doors, he loved to tease you about your painfully obvious attraction to Roy.

“I knew you two’d get together eventually,” Jen bragged, giving you a squeeze before you resumed your seats. “I mean, come on, we all could see the way you look at each other. Someone was bound to crack eventually.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned close to Roy, whose arm rested casually around your shoulders. Lauren watched you, eyes narrowed, as Jim returned. His hand shook slightly as he handed you your usual drink, the one he’d heard you order a million times. He handed Roy his whiskey and returned obediently to Lauren’s side, taking his own glass from her hand and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“We better go make sure things are ready for dinner,” Lauren hummed, grabbing Jim’s hand and pulling him out of the drawing room. You couldn’t help but notice Jim’s gaze lingering on you; neither could Roy, whose arm tightened around you.

Paul let out a low whistle. “This is going to be a tense weekend,” he muttered, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. He turned to Jen. “We should start taking bets about when this one and Jim come to blows, eh?”

Roy let out a dry chuckle and sipped his drink, relaxing slightly. “We wouldn’t want me making Lauren a widow before she’s even married, would we?”

“Play nice,” you warned him playfully, poking his nose. Fake-dating Roy felt deliciously natural. At least, when Jim and Lauren weren’t around.

“Yes, dear.” Roy’s voice was light and teasing. He leaned forward and kissed your lips again, a smidge deeper this time. The taste of his whiskey sent your head spinning. “Whatever you say.”

[sweet-s0rr0w]

day 9 of @hprecfest - a WIP

Tales from the Special Branch, by @femmequixotic - E, 1.2 million words (yes, really), 2017

Summary: When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they'll have to work outside the confines of the law--even though they are the law.

Excerpt:

The Centre's empty when he reaches it. Unsurprising, given the hour, but Draco's still relieved. He makes his way to the Auror showers, feeling less anxious than he has since yesterday. With a cheerful whistle on his lips, he pushes open the door to the locker room.

Potter's there.

Naked. Lying on a bench, legs on either side, his towel beneath him, eyes closed. His glasses are on top of a pile of folded clothes, his dark hair's still damp and curling from the shower. His cock is soft, curled between his spread thighs.

Draco draws up short, his hand still on the door, holding it open. Fuck, his mind says, and, judging from the shiver that goes through his body, it agrees, perhaps not in the same way.

Potter's eyes open at Draco's sharp breath; he turns his head. "Hi," he says, but he doesn't bother to cover himself.

"Sorry," Draco says with a stammer, and he turns to go. He can't do this. He won't. He needs to get out. Now.

"Wait."

Draco hesitates, then looks back at Potter. He's sitting up now, broad shoulders hunched just a bit, cock still on display between his thighs. His dark hair's falling across his forehead, into his eyes. "What?" Draco asks, doing his best to sound as imperious as he can. It's not enough; Potter's mouth twitches to one side.

"Just so you know, your stealth charm is shit," Potter says, and Draco stills, horror seeping through him. "I mean, relatively speaking. You were still better than most of the lads out there yesterday, but you can't really hold it entirely when you're…" Potter hesitates, then smiles, a bright flash of teeth. "Otherwise occupied."

I was so torn about having my excerpt be a sexy one, because it felt kind of reductive with a series that is 1.2 million words so far (longer than the actual HP series!) and full of incredible lore, worldbuilding and some of the best character exploration I've ever read. BUT, it's also femme, which means there are also countless delicious smoking hot sex scenes (hello, Midsummer's Eve al fresco sex scene that's lived in my head for five years), and the bottom line is that I want you all to read the fic, so. Basically, this series follows an Auror Special Branch, headed by Harry Potter, now senior in the force, and otherwise comprised of Draco, Pansy and Blaise. There are many side characters, including the delicious Jake Durant (a Legilimens from MACUSA, and Harry's long-distance boyfriend at the start of the second fic) who you'll end up shipping so hard with [redacted] that you're as excited for that as for the Drarry. The getting together is exquisite, with Harry's seniority at work and the need to keep it a secret adding extra tension and bite to the relationship. The first fic in the series is 15k, and works excellently as a one-shot, but hopefully will whet your appetite for more. The series is on hold at present, but don't let that put you off - stopping after the third fic works pretty well, imo, though femme's posted some hopeful recent updates, and actually I loved the fic so much that I just feel grateful to have been able to read what's already posted. HUGE rec. Anyone got a spare month coming up, this is totally what you should do with it :D

If you read it, and if especially you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you