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All To Me: Chapter Two

Roman knows his relationship with Golden is deeper than an entanglement. He just has to convince her...

Roman Reigns x Golden (Chubby!Black!OC) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,397 words

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It was the same old stories night after night. Month after month. Year after year.

"I love you but I'm in love with him."

"We're no good for each other."

"You know we can't do this...I can't stay."

Joe had grown tired of it. He wouldn't let Golden keep running from him. Because after seven years, he knew her legs had to be tired, too.

But she wouldn't admit it. Too much pride, he knew it. He understood where it came from. Golden was a young woman in her early 30s with a good career, her own house, car, and retirement account. She didn't need him. However...she wanted him.

Joe wanted her more. He knew he wasn't the best at showing it. Hell, sometimes he was scared he was pushing her away. It was his natural demeanor: Strong, cool, and unbothered. Yet lately, it greatly bothered him for Golden to do what she always does: Come through, fuck him, and take off. While it was an arrangement they settled on years ago, Joe couldn't deny that this past year taught him how badly he yearned for her to stay...especially as her late-night visits became more and more frequent.

He wouldn't hear her lie to his face and claim she didn't crave the same. Why else would she be lying beside him in his bed this morning? She wanted to be here. No matter how much she fought him, fussed at him, bitched at him, and ditched him, he knew she knew being here was better than being with her sorry-ass ex-ex-ex-boyfriend who he wished she'd let go for good.

Despite it all, Joe had been patient with Golden because he adored that he was the one she called when she needed to forget about her troubles, wear herself out on his dick, and pass out next to him looking so peaceful with her full cheeks looking so kissable. He leaned over to plant one on them before he scattered a few more along her bare shoulder. It made her flinch and flutter her eyelids before a faint whimper tumbled from her thick lips. He kissed those, too, and figured she wouldn't mind being woken up like this. If she did mind, he had time to make it up to her with homemade Belgium waffles as he knew they was her favorite.

He had convinced her to finally stay the night with him, something she rarely did as she believed it made their relationship feel, in her words, "too official." Whatever that meant. His patience for that kind of shit had run out. He knew there was a lot they had to discuss if they wanted to find common ground and do what he believed they should at this point: Make it official. Yet he realized that conversation wouldn't come easily.

Joe had to hold her tighter, kiss her harder, and love her deeper. And he took his time to do it now, do it right, as the lazy sun hid behind gray clouds outside his bedroom window. The shimmer of light crawled through his curtains and caressed what was revealed of their bare bodies under his sheets as he caressed Golden's fleshy hip with his fingertips. She had been stirred awake by his lips pulling hers into a languid kiss, her sleepy, little mewls on his tongue making his dick hard against her soft, voluptuous ass.

Joe's fingers firmly gripped her hip to hold her close to him, his bigger body swallowing hers when he slipped his arm underneath her to wrap around her and circle her throat with his hand. She was so warm and it made him hot as she winded her hips on him, her small hand reaching up to fondle his bearded chin as she sucked on his tongue.

"Good morn—mmm, shit, baby," Golden cried delicately when he found his way inside her with a couple of even more delicate nudges to her pussy, already slick and inviting him in like he belonged there. Joe sipped on her moans with his mouth consuming hers, their noses pressed together as he dipped his dick into her velvety nectar that consumed him, too.

When he reached what felt like the pit of her stomach, his grasp on her throat tightened and his strokes lengthened as he moaned with her. His hand that had been busy squeezing her left ass cheek then busied itself holding up her thick thigh so his thrusts could better glide in and out...over and over her supple, throbbing g-spot...deeper and deeper into her stomach until he felt Golden's pulse quicken beneath his careful fingertips...felt her warm, gushy grip pulse around his relentless dick as she whined for him.

"Told you last night, sweetheart...you mine now," Joe purred in her ear, loving how that made her moan louder and squirm harder in his embrace. She wasn't trying to run, but when he shifted her onto her knees to throw pounding backshots into her that made her throw her head back with raspy groans to his ceiling, he had to lock her in place with his large hands on her larger, sexy hips.

"Better get used to this, baby. This how Daddy gon' wake you up. Every. Fuckin'. Day," he added with rough grunts, releasing one of his hands to push his long hair that had fallen in his face out of the way so he could see how beautiful Golden looked clinging to his sheets and sobbing his name.

It was too beautiful, too much for him to resist, and he had to pull out to cover her beautiful ass with his cum, tugging his grip around his thick dick until he gave her the last drop and tapped his sensitive head on his mess. Joe wanted to tell her he loved her as he carried her to his bathroom, tell her she was made for him as they showered together, and tell her to be here when he returned from work in a few days as they ate breakfast in his dining room.

Yet the look in Golden's deep brown and curious eyes kept his lips sealed. She peeked at him from behind her coffee mug after pushing away her now-empty plate of waffles that she cleared because he knew how to make them the way she liked, extra crispy with honey instead of maple syrup. He gazed back at her as he chewed his last bite of bacon, raising an eyebrow at her because he, too, was curious about what was on her mind.

"Got somethin' on my face?" Joe teased and she breathed a little laugh.

"Yeah. Guilt," Golden replied with a smirk.

"What I got to be guilty for? Makin' you nut and cookin' you breakfast? You should feel guilty for not tellin' me thank you," he shot back playfully and she rolled her eyes.

"Thank you. But you still wrong..."

"For?"

"For holding me hostage here."

"Golden, please." He rolled his eyes, too, as he pushed back in his chair and collected their plates and utensils to walk over to his kitchen sink. As he rinsed them off and put them in his dishwasher, he reminded her, "If you didn't want to stay, you could have left in the middle of the night. You know I'mma heavy sleeper. I wouldn't have heard a thing."

Joe noticed how she went silent when he called her out, and he picked up his head from closing the door on his dishwasher to see her with her arms crossed over her chest. It made him want to chuckle at how stubborn she could be even while sitting in his house wearing his tee shirt that hung to her thighs that she had smugly crossed, too.

"So...why did you stay?" He couldn't help the smug grin that touched his lips as he sat down across from her again. He folded his arms on the table and caught her eyes when they flickered his way. "Are you ready to confess that you love me?" he asked, ready to play it off as joking if she said no.

"You know I do, but—"

"But not like that. Yeah...you've told me that lie before," Joe cut her off with a slightly annoyed sigh through his nose, stroking his hand over his beard.

"You just called me a liar?!" Golden's eyes widened like she was shocked. Like she hadn't called him much worse in the past.

"Yeah. Ain't no way you don't love me, sweetheart. Not the way we fuck," he stated coolly but he noted how she tried to discreetly lick her pretty lips.

"Surprised you ain't say 'make love,'" she muttered, her already soft voice sounding softer around those words.

"So we do make love?" Joe pressed her. He was unsure how hard to do so without pissing her off, but he was determined to make her put a name to the vibrant emotion he'd felt humming between them for years.

"You're asking me a lot of questions, Joe," she retorted instead. "Let me ask you one. Why are you trying to cuff me again? Why now?"

Joe let that chuckle he held in earlier slip as he hung his head to shake it. That was a loaded question and Golden knew it. He could answer it the long way and talk her through why he did those things over the years that bruised her trust in him—and explain to her that those things, while permanent, never marred his desire for her.

But he chose to answer it the short way and simply confessed, "Because I love you."

"Bullshit," Golden said flatly, her arms still on her chest. Joe blinked, taken aback that she didn't at least let his words settle in her spirit before she decided she didn't accept it. He opened his mouth to speak but she interjected first by throwing her hand up in his face. "When people love each other, they don't go months without talking to each other. And when they do get around to talking, it's not just about sex."

Joe tried to butt in but Golden kept going and he winced, realizing too late that he'd pissed her off. "I know, I know. We've had deep conversations before. But they are far and few between. We both know why. I ain't want to leave my ex and you ain't want something serious, anyway. And that's cool. That's what works for us."

"But what if I want something serious now?" Joe chimed in when she paused to take a breath. Golden's gorgeous and round face puckered like she tasted something sour. He didn't want to believe that she held bitter feelings that ran so deep that she wouldn't even give him a single chance. Especially if she gave the loser before him multiple chances. "Unless you 'bout to crawl back to him for the thousandth time...why can't we explore what else could work for us?"

"I said I'm done with him and I meant it," Golden spat before she shot up from her seat and flew down his hallway.

"And I guess me, too, huh?" Joe called behind her as he followed her, leaning on his bedroom doorjamb as he watched her hastily peel off his shirt and pull on her sweatshirt, leggings, and combat boots. She tried to shove past him, but his hulking frame filled the space to block her. "Golden, for real? You tryna leave it like this?"

"Joe, please move." Golden's voice rattled like she was biting back tears and he didn't like that. His arms immediately surrounded her thick waist as he pulled her to him in a hug, his chin resting atop her curly, short afro before he kissed it.

"I'm sorry. Just...just tell me you'll at least think about us," he responded with another kiss on her forehead. Then one more on her cheek. And, for good measure, one on her lips that pouted in frustration until he felt her soften for him, her hands slowly sliding onto his bare chest and then around his neck to pull herself closer to him. Joe wished he could lay her down again and make her think good and long about it with his dick getting hard in his joggers, but he couldn't risk missing his flight to Seattle. Although he would if he could...

Instead, he swirled his tongue on hers as his hands fell to her ass to grip and hold her to his groin so she could feel how desperately he wanted her as he whispered, "Promise me you'll think about it, baby. Please..."

"...I will," Golden whispered to him and that was good enough for him to free her of his strong arms keeping her put. He gave her a final kiss on her sweet lips before she left him alone with his thoughts of her as he got dressed, double-checked his luggage, and ordered a Lyft to the airport.

Just as he was about to lock his cell phone and shove it into his jeans pocket, the screen lit up with a phone call. When he read the name, his heart dropped but he swiped to answer. It was his obligation.

"You still takin' Ka'Mayah on Saturday when you get back home, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Joe replied as he wiped his hand over his face to hold in a grumble. He hadn't forgotten that it was his weekend with his five-year-old daughter.

He was happy to see her after a few weeks of being away from her. His mood only dimmed to hear her mother, Jalah, complain in his ear about how three weeks without seeing his child was too long. Like he didn't structure his schedule to be home as often as he could to be with her. Like he didn't FaceTime them every week and send Ka'Mayah cute toys and trinkets that reminded him of her while he was on the road.

Joe knew without a doubt this was why Golden hesitated to stay with him. And it was why he hesitated to ask her about spending her weekend in his home. She had told him before that she "refused to play house" with him...and he knew she had her reasons. Valid ones.

Yet he refused to give up on Golden. Not when he had a valid reason, as well: He was in love with her. And Joe knew she was in love with him, too.

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libby-for-life · 2 months

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Can you do an Alpha Lucifer and Omega Adam one-shot?

I love the Omegaverse! Yes! We'll be doing my version of Adamsapple that reflect from my book Adam Dies.

Adam had been feeling sick for days now and he had no idea why. He had been feeling warm and sweaty, his appetite had increased, and he had been so sore lately. If he didn't know he was a Beta, he would have thought these symptoms sounded like an Omega going into heat.

He was very confused about it.

Currently, he was eating some breakfast. Adam sighed as he at some of his new cravings. Rotisserie chicken on waffles slathered in syrup. And pickles on the side.

"Adam?" The said demon smiled when Lucifer entered the kitchen. The devil was wearing a robe that fell off one shoulder and Adam felt his face warm up, more than it already was, and look away. He could see the beginnings of Lucifer's toned chest...

"That's, uh, an interesting breakfast," Lucifer said with a frown and Adam looked up with a sigh as he took a mouth full. He swallowed before answering.

"I know. I can't seem to shake off these cravings."

Lucifer tilted his head. "Cravings? That's...oddly specific." Adam shrugged and continued eating. Why was he so hot?

"Adam. You look flushed." He certainly felt flushed. "Are you alright?" Adam felt a hand on his forehead and a moan tumbled out of the lamb demon.

Adam let out a squeak, covering his face in mortification. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what came—"

"How long have you been feeling this way?" Lucifer interrupted. Adam thought hard about it. "Since last Thursday?"

"Two days ago?! Why didn't you say anything?!" Lucifer cried out while looking over Adam as if he was making sure he wasn't hiding anything else. "It wasn't so bad a couple of days ago. Just felt hot...."

Lucifer cupped his cheeks before stuffing his face into the lamb's scent glands. Adam squeaked but moaned out louder when he felt the devil's nose brush the top of his sensitive scent glands.

"Omega."

Adam felt slick pour out of his hole and he squirmed in his seat. What the hell was going on?

Lucifer removed himself from Adam, his pupils blown wide. "Adam...you're an Omega."

Adam froze. An Omega? No...no! He couldn't be! Omega's were treated like disgusting sex slaves! It was bad in Hell. The amount of abuse and discrimination that these designations received put fear into his heart.

He could feel himself shaking. He can't...he can't be an Omega!

Suddenly, strong arms held him close and Adam could smell a combination of cinnamon and apples. Adam breathed deeply and could feel himself relaxing. "Ssshhh, my Omega. I'll protect you."

Adam snuggled deeper into his Alpha, breathing in the intoxicated smell of an Alpha in a rut. "Let me take care of you. Please."

Adam nodded lucidly and he smiled when his Alpha picked him up so easily. His Alpha was strong. That meant he could be protected when he was round and pregnant with their pups.

Soon, he was sitting on a soft bed with so many blankets and pillows. Adam let out a purr and he immediately began to build his nest. It needed to be perfect. "Do you want this for your nest?"

Adam turned hooded eyes to his Alpha who was holding out the clothes he was wearing. His Alpha was naked and Adam tried not to drool at the muscles he saw.

He accepted the clothes and purred at the smell of musk that wafted off it.

He moaned, a fresh wave of slick leaving him and soaking his underwear and pants.

His Alpha joined the nest and began to strip him. Strong palms massaged aching muscles and Adam groaned and drooled at the sensation.

"I'm going to put a baby in you."

"Yes! Breed me!"

Lucifer growled and began sniffing around Adam's hole, licking and sucking at the entrance. Moans and pleads filled the air and his Alpha was all too happy to give his mate relief. He entered smoothly because of the slick and it wasn't too long before his Alpha was going at a powerful pace.

The nest rocked and Adam whimpered in pleasure, a puddle of drool gathering under him.

"I should have known that you were an Omega. A pretty little lamb like you could only be something so beautiful."

Adam whimpered when he felt his Alpha's knot getting caught ever so slightly.

"I can't wait to fill you up with my seed. Soon, you'll be so pregnant that you won't be able to walk right. Of course, I'll help my Omega."

Adam was so close, claws digging into sheets and tearing into the bedding and nest.

Adam screamed a high and needy pitch as he came while his Alpha growled at the sound before plugging him completely. A bite to the neck made tears roll down his cheeks and Adam smiled when he felt the powerful seed enter his womb, feeling happy and full.

"You're tits would be so full of milk. Their so big now. Do you think they'll get bigger? Do you think that milk will leak out? I would lick them away then. Wouldn't waste a single drop."

His Alpha hugged him close, rubbing his stomach and tweaking his nipples until Adam fell asleep.

Lucifer watched as his Omega passed out from the intensity of his orgasm. He rubbed his scent all over the new mark and smiled. He smelled like the earth before a rainstorm. He couldn't wait to spoil his little lamb.

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blossomwritesthings · 10 months

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. drinking/partying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

word count: 2.6k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

The moment Felix pulled up to his ‘secret location,’ you turned over to look at him with wide eyes and a dropped mouth.

“Why are we here?” You asked as you watched him switch the car off and flash you a playful smirk.

“Thought it might help to make you feel better… sweets always do that for me, at least.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like him bringing you to the ice cream shop of your childhood wasn’t that big of a deal. The Ice Cream Hut was located right on the popular local boardwalk of Bridgeport Bay and was open 24/7. Throughout your childhood, you and your friends had frequented the joint, going all summer long and tasting all the flavors of the rainbow. Felix was a creature of habit and had always chosen the mint chip for his flavor of the day, while you were always trying something new.

Over the years, you had stopped coming to the place. It held too many painful memories for you. And to be honest, you weren’t craving the sweet ice cream like you once were as a young child. You had tried to go into the place soon after Felix left for South Korea, but you ended up just running out and back into your car, in a fitful of tears as the painful memories of your last argument resurfaced.

As soon as you entered the Ice Cream Hut, the smell of freshly baked waffle cones and sugary ice cream filled your nose. “Damn, this place hasn’t changed one bit from how it was during our childhood,” you mused, as you took a peruse around the coolers that held the ice cream. There were well over thirty different flavors, but with it being so late at night, you two were the only ones there.

You turned to Felix and noticed him giving you the look. The one he always had whenever he was feeling super happy. It spread across his face, turning the corners of his mouth up and crinkling the edges of his eyes. He always lit up the entire room whenever he grinned like that.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow his way as you ordered a scoop of rocky road on a waffle cone.

Felix laughed heartily, like him taking you to an ice cream place at two in the morning on a Sunday was something the two of you did regularly. Well, it was something you two used to do. That is, until everything turned to shit and he moved away and your heart broke again and again with every day that passed. “I don’t know- I’m just happy to see that you’re feeling a little better.” He said, going ahead and ordering his usual - a scoop of mint chip on a sugar cone.

At the mention of the party from an hour before, and the way that everything had blown up in your face, you felt your heart start to throb with a dull ache. In an instant, a cool shiver was running down the length of your spine, and you were already finding a seat near the window of the shop to catch your breath.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it,” Felix started, reaching out to you from his seat across the small blue-stained wooden table and offering your free hand a gentle squeeze. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to… I totally understand if you want to forget about it all.”

You found yourself shaking your head, taking a tiny lick of your ice cream to try and quell the rising agony that was lifting from your chest and into your throat. You could feel it coating your cheeks in a healthy dose of crimson, coloring your ears in a pinky-blush. “No- no, it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it.”

Felix offered you a frown, and you could feel his eyes scan up and down your slumped form as you took a huge bite out of your cone. “You know… it’s okay to be upset about it. I think any sane person would,” you peered up at him through your blurry eyes. The bright lights of the ice cream shop made your head throb painfully and your eyes water from unshed tears. “Just, don’t hold anything inside, yeah? That shit- bottling it all up, isn’t good for you.”

You stayed silent after that, focusing on your ice cream for a little bit. Focusing on the view that was just outside the window. The ocean could be seen in the distance, but with the time of day, it just looked like a black mass of nothingness. It almost resembled what you were feeling at that moment - bleak and cold and deep, with so many different emotions swirling in your depths all at once.

“At the moment, I was mostly just angry,” you began hesitantly after the two of you had finished your ice cream and you were sitting back in your chair. He was right - the sweetness was helping to soothe the ache of everything. Sure, it was cloying on your tongue, but at least you were concentrating more on that than the resentment that you felt buried deep in your soul. “But now, I’m just really fucking upset. Like… why the fuck would he do such a thing? And I know it was just some stupid party game and he just meant it as a joke, but-”

“What if it... wasn’t a joke, Y/N?”

His question came out a little hushed, and as your eyes flitted up to stare at him, it felt like it was only the two of you in the shop at that moment. The employee that was standing behind the counter scrolling on his phone seemed to melt away, and all you could pay attention to was the way that he was gazing back at you.

Dark brows pulled together,

Jaw stretched tautly,

Lips pressed into a firm line,

Eyes sparkling with a myriad of concerns and worries.

“W-What?” You tripped over your words, hands fiddling with the hemline of your shirt to keep yourself busy. To keep your mind busy.

“I mean… what if that wasn’t a one-off thing? Not just a party game thing?” You could tell he was hesitant to continue, as he tilted his head to one side, gauging your reaction to his words by his eyes bouncing around your form. “I mean, what if it’s something that happens quite often?”

You gave him an incredulous chuckle, “What, like Chris is fucking my best friend?”

At his quietness, you turned rigid in your seat.

Spine going stiff as a board,

The blood rushing like icy heat through your veins,

Mind spinning out of control as you began to conjure up all kinds of ideas and wonderings.

“Felix- do you… do you know something that I don’t?” Your voice came out grave and quiet, as you felt your eyes widen in shock. You could feel your heart beat against your chest so fast, it felt like you were about to break all of your ribs from the impact.

He offered you a peculiar look. One that you couldn’t quite read all of the way. Almost like, he already had his answer for you, but knew you wouldn’t like it, so he was withholding the information. And one thing that you loathed the most in the world, was when people would hide shit from you.

At his silence, you spoke up again. “Felix, if you know something, you need to fucking tell me right now or I swear I’ll-”

He threw his hands up in the air in defeat, offering you a deep frown and running a few fingers through his messy blonde hair. Even though he hadn’t drunk at the party, it sure looked like it. With the messy cuff of his violet-purple graphic tee and flushed cheeks. It almost seemed like… he had been with someone at the party. Made out in the back corner of Jeongin’s living room and stuck his tongue down someone’s throat and you didn’t know how to feel about that. It was apparent from the flush of his cheeks - the swollenness around the corners of his lips.

Finally, he was speaking again. But his voice came out hushed like he was afraid someone you knew would walk in any minute. Someone like Chris. And hear his words. “It’s just that… I’ve noticed some things between him and Yeji. Like- the air is charged when they’re together and it was so fucking obvious tonight. And I don’t fucking know, it’s really-”

In the next breath, you were shooting up from your chair. Your movements were so fast that the metal scraped against the lime-green linoleum floor and made your eardrums ring with the screech for a second. But nothing else matter at that moment, because all you could focus on was what he was saying.

What Felix was saying.

What your ex-best friend who had abandoned you was trying to claim about your boyfriend.

“Are you saying that Chris is cheating on me?” You asked incredulously, voice already starting to rise. You could feel the red start to creep up the column of your neck again, painting your entire face in a deep shade of crimson. “Sure- what he did at the party was fucked up, but I don’t think he’s actually getting his dick wet with Yeji!”

Felix sat back in his chair, eyes widening by the second at your sudden change in demeanor. And if you were being truly honest, you were more hurt about his suggestion of Chris cheating on you than the stunt that your boyfriend had pulled at the party.

The fact that he was insinuating something so horrible made your stomach churn in a fit of rage, and already, you could feel the red seeping into the edges of your vision. Painting everything in a blush-colored light.

“I’m not saying that, Y/N,” Felix protested, standing up from his chair now as well and gazing at you with a desperate look on his face. One that read of hurt and confusion. “I’m just saying… I think maybe there’s more to him than you think you know about…”

You chuckled, but there wasn’t an ounce of humor in your voice. Instead, it came out all gravelly and bitter. And then in the next beat, you were scooping up your handbag from the table and leveling him with a cold stare. “Yeah, well fuck this- I don’t need your bullshit of an excuse for a therapy session when all you’re trying to do is convince me that my boyfriend is sleeping with my best friend!” You shouted, your tone coming out so hard, it cut through the air like an icy dagger. Slicing through skin and heart and puncturing right into Felix.

You could tell it hurt like a bitch, too, from the way his brows crumpled together and the look in his eyes melted from one of confusion to pain. The light that you had found shining there the entire time you ate your ice cream together vanished. That happiness that you had seen flash across his face as soon as you stepped into the Ice Cream Hut was wiped away.In an instant, it drained out of him, leaving him to be a shell of the man that he had been not even five minutes earlier. “Y/N, I-”

But you didn’t afford him the chance to reply, as you flitted out of the ice cream shop’s front door as fast as you could. You set a hellish pace down the sidewalk, and with it being so late at night, the road right alongside you was void of any cars. It was silent, save for the sound of your breath as it fell in anxious patterns in front of you.

In, out,

In, out-

A firm, slender hand clamping down on your forearm sent you careening to a stop, and you heard a sharp intake of air sound from just behind you. For a moment, you stood there, motionless. You didn’t even know where you were going at first.

You just had to get away from it all.

From what he was insinuating,

And what his words were bringing up…

Hurts from the past,

Memories from the time when you had had such a big fight about your boyfriend Chris, that you had ended things with Felix permanently.

At least, you had thought that things were permanent.

Until Lee Felix showed up on the doorstep of Angel Waves two weeks before, all sun-kissed and bleach-blonde hair and muscular shoulders.

Everything hurt, and it had grown to be too much.

“Wait- Y/N. Please, just wait for a second.”

His voice came out in a wavering line, ghosting over your ears and forcing a violent shiver down your spine.

At that moment, you couldn’t even turn around to look at him. With your heart beating against your ribcage and your mind running a mile a minute, you could do nothing but stand there, arm still being held by one of his slender hands. The tears flowing down your cheeks left wet tracks in their wake. They clouded the corners of your vision, turning everything into a murky cobalt blue.

“You don’t have to say anything else, Felix,” you began, voice cracking under the pressure of it all, as you took in a shuddering breath and leveled your gaze onto the sidewalk ahead of you. Your parent’s house wasn’t too far away, which was always why you had frequented the ice cream shop as a kid. The walk wouldn’t be that bad. “I already know how you feel - about him, about me… about us. You already expressed your blatant disapproval when you left me in shambles years ago. I’m not expecting any better from you- I don’t need your approval of who I do and don’t date. So stay the fuck out of my life and my business and my relationship.”

The words were truly cruel and heartless.

That much, you knew.

And even though you had been seeing nothing but red earlier in the ice cream shop, now everything was turned to a dull, hollow ache.

You weren’t even that upset about Chris anymore.

You weren’t upset about his stupid display at the party, or even the fact that Felix had insinuated the relationship between your boyfriend and your best friend was anything more than cordial.

No, you were upset at Felix.

Right then, you wanted nothing more but to never see him again.

To never lay your eyes upon his shining, brilliant face,

Or hear his deep timbre voice,

Or remember all of the days you had spent together as kids - good and bad.

You wished you could go to sleep and wipe all memory of him.

Because maybe then, you wouldn’t feel so much agony.

It throbbed through you, shooting up the pit of your stomach, dancing in your veins, coursing across your eardrums, and pooling in your throat as a large lump and big, fat tears that didn’t stop.

Your legs were moving on their own accord, carrying you forward, toward’s your parent's house. Your arm still burned from where Felix had touched it - it felt seared from the sharp pull you took as you drew away from him.

And the worst part about it all?

Was that the entire time,

You wanted nothing more but for Felix to catch up to you,

To throw his arms around you and bury his delicate face in the crook between your shoulder and neck and sob his heart out as he told you how sorry he was.

But instead,

You were left with complete and utter silence.

No grabbing, no crying, no pleading.

And that’s what hurt the most.

To be continued...

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Independence: Corey Cunningham x older!f!reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, PinV, age gap (10 years, Joan.

A/N: I wanted to thank @toxicanonymity for buying me a waffle! They bought the 500 word fanfic, I wrote more than that cause I got carried away but here it is!

They requested a Corey Cunningham and older female reader smut!

Requests are open you can request for free or support me and buy the 500 word fanfic or any of the two art commissions I have.

“Again?” You chuckle swiping the chocolate milk across the barcode scanner. You look up and smirk at the 22 year old looking down as he hands you cash. “Oh stop being so shy, I’m just saying maybe you should buy by the gallon next time, it’ll be a lot cheaper on you.”

You count the change and hand it back to Corey. “I know..”

You watch as his cheeks get rosy and snort. “So, you gonna come by this week and help me finish cleaning out the garage?”

“Yeah, I can come over tomorrow morning if that’s alright.”

“Perfect, I’ll make you dinner afterwards. Bye now Corey.”

“Bye.”

“Well look at that.” You smile and take a sip of water. “Thank you so much Core, it means a bunch that you helped me. Seriously.” You watch as sweat runs down his face and his shoulders glisten.

“It really wasn’t a problem ma’am.”

You chuckle and start walking inside. “Don’t go calling me that. You make me seem older than I already am.” You joke. “You wanna take a shower? I can grab you a towel, washed the sweatshirt and sweatpants you left here the last time.”

Corey nods and heads down the hall towards the bathroom, he’d been to your place plenty of times helping you out with things to know where the bathroom was. You follow after him and grab a towel and his clothes from the closet, he takes off his tank top, you try so hard not to look as you set the items down. Your face heats up, you feel like a school girl and quickly rush out to begin dinner.

You decide on breakfast for dinner. Corey was never picky when you made things. Always told you your cooking was amazing. So he’d have to like the simple Eggs Benedict you crave.

Corey finished up his shower by the time you set the table and the plates down. His feet pad in and you get a glimpse of his broad shoulders.

“Just set your clothes in the laundry room. I’ll wash them tonight.”

You two sit and start eating. “You still like working at the mechanic’s?” You ask between bites. Corey shrugs and takes another bite of his dinner.

“I mean it’s alright. Roland is good to me and stuff but I’d rather be elsewhere. Like on my own.” Corey explains you nod.

“Yeah I get that. I was the same way when I was younger. I think you’ll move out soon. You’ll like it too. Being on your own. You’re very strong and independent Corey.”

The brunette stays quiet a few seconds to long. You furrow your brows and move your head down so you can see his face. “What’s up Core?” You ask gently.

“Would you move with me if I left?” His shoulder’s stiffen as he asks, his deep brown eyes look into yours. You look down a laugh a little in shock.

“Maybe, depends on mother dearest and whether or not she would slaughter me. Honestly Corey, I’d love to, but Joan-“

“Who cares? She wouldn’t have to know.”

You shake your head and scoff, your hand goes over top of his large one.

“She has her ways, you know this.”

“And I have mine.” Corey’s voice is almost a growl, you keep calm and smile.

“I’ll think about it, make a little plan and all that. Just so we can get you outta Haddonfield. So you can start fresh.”

You stand up and kiss Corey’s head. He looks at you, reaching his arm up his hand caresses your face. You lean down again and he proceeds to kiss you. His chapped yet soft lips, melting against your own.

He grabs your ass and you gasp, your head moving back. You playfully shake your finger at him. “Corey Cunningham!”

He chuckles and stands up, your weight meaning nothing to him as he picks you up and carries you to your bedroom.

You laugh and he playful throws you on the bed. His hands are only somewhat hesitant when he touches your waist. You kiss his freckled shoulder and move up his neck and jaw. You nip at his ear lobe and he groans softly, almost falling on top of you.

“Oh don’t let it be that easy.” You tease, he whines softly into your ear. His large hands paw at your jeans. “Go ahead.”

Corey unbuttons and slides them off, your panties going with them. He pulls down his sweats, no boxers under them. You slide out of your shirt and pull your sports bra off. His thumbs grazes your nipples a few times, you hum in enjoyment and watch as Corey is hypnotized by your breasts. “Why don’t you go ahead and suck on one Core.”

He looks up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes and nods. He licks the left one and sucks softly on it. You arch your back as he plays with the other one.

You feel his his grinding against the bed and sit up immediately. “No, you only get to do that on me or in me baby.” You coo, he nods.

Corey’s fingers caress your mound. He mumbles softly. You can’t hear him.

“Speak up.”

“Can I finger you?”

“Of course.”

Corey dips his middle finger into your hole. It already stretches you. “Shit Corey. Curl it now.” You guide. He does just that, hitting the right spot, you moan. He leans in and kisses you gently, but you go in roughly. He adds another finger, your eyes roll up, you lick Corey’s jaw and let out a breathy moan. “You’re so good. Good boy.”

Corey’s broad body shifts, you laugh and take his wrist so he pulls his fingers out. You push them to his face and he sucks your wetness off of him.

You lay back and Corey hovers above you. “Come on Corey. I wanna feel you.” You say softly. He nods and lines himself up, he takes your hips and slides in.

You squeal as his co k stretches out your hole. “Fuck.” He mumbles, he falls forward and leans on his forearm. You bite your lip for a second before you kiss him.

“You feel so nice.” You whisper. He begins thrusting his hips, starting slow then speeding up. You watch as his brows furrow in concentration. You smile and caress his face. As his pace gets rougher you begin moaning and squealing louder.

Corey grunts loudly.

“So, ah, so vocal. You’re so cute Core.” Your legs begin to shake and sweat lightly. A knot forming in your stomach.

“I’m gonna cum.” Corey’s voice is rough and low.

You nod. “Go ahead come on.”

He thrusts a few more times and he cums hard. A loud groan coming from him. He continues thrusting and your orgasm follows soon after, your vision turning all sorts of colors, your thighs push against Corey’s before you stop, panting loudly.

“You’re so good Corey. Good boy.” You mumble, you kiss his face gently all over, he leans into your touch as you hold onto him. “You need anything?” You ask, Corey shakes his head no.

“Just.. you…”

You nod, he pulls out, you feel empty, the feeling doesn’t last long, he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into your neck. You hum and play with his curly hair. It’s soft.

“You did so good for me.” You mutter. Corey nods into you and slowly falls asleep.

When Corey wakes you’re gone, he rubs his eyes and gets up, he pulls his sweats on and goes to look for you.

“He’s sleeping, I’m not waking him up, Joan. He will be home soon. He’s fine. Calm down.”

He listens as you huff.

“Let him sleep. He’s gonna come back home tomorrow. We have to finish up some things. Thank you. Bye.”

You sigh and hang up. Corey comes up and wraps his arms around you. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” You mumble, Corey kisses your shoulder.

“You were gone.”

“I know. Went to get you some water and Joan called.”

Corey nods.

“I think I’ll take you up on that moving with you offer.” You say, Corey stands up straight, his eyes reading excitement. He packs your lips a few times. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. For now we need to go back to bed.”

You take the two glasses of water and the two of you head back to your bedroom, ready to be in each other’s arms.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #halloween ends

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achingwoundforaheart · 8 months

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It had been four days after y/n returned, she walked upto her counter flipping through open sign as if nothing had happened.

The bruise on her jaw had faded but it was visible, and it made the crows uneasy. Inej went in first chance she saw. The restraunt already fulling up and she multitasked with enough skill that no one complained.

Waffles? She asked when she saw Inej sit on the seat nearest to the counter

A word, privately would be nice actually Inej replied, growing impatient, she had some sort of a restlessness but she didn't understand why. Only y/n seemed to be a beacon of calmness.

Uh she raised her eyebrow and jutted her chin towards the customers still coming strong.

Inej grumbled, y/n had some hold over her, and she did not understand it. Allies were all you ever found in the barrel, Nina was the closest thing to a friend she'd made, but y/n had some other kind of allure, Inej knew very little about her and that made her crave for more. She refused to admit it was a crush until she got to better know her, like she knew Kaz, the feelings were messing with her. She nodded and waited nearby, waiting for the crowd to slow down, the morning stretched to afternoon and business was at stand still.

Y/n slid a plate of warm crepes in from of Inej and crossed over the counter to come sit facing her. Inej looked at the plate, she did feel hungry but wanted to refuse it in am act of defiance. Defiance against what exactly?

Thanks Inej said, trying to make eye contact which y/n kept avoiding, never looking directly at her.

You wanted to talk she said resting her head on her hand, looking at her nails which had some batter sticking to them.

Yes

I'm listening? She said furrowing her brows, it was not unusual chit chatting but there was something unsettling about Inej's urgency.

I- where were you last four five days

Paying off debts y/n replied truthfully she thought Kaz probably already knew, but if he didn't she liked her anonymity.

Oh Inej did not expect that, she shook her head slightly, Jesper saw you fight that night, I thought I just think that um, she fumbled

Y/n enjoyed watching her fumble over her words, her pretty face showing hints of red.

I thought you were hurt she said finally

There was silence for a while.

I'm fine y/n shrugged

I was worried, she added quickly and mentally smacked her face

Why

Because I don't know, you have an annoyingly pretty face and make my stomach flutter Inej thought to herself but remained silent. She ate her crepes. Y/n looked at her with amusement for a while and said this one's on the house Inej Ghafa and got up to get back to cooking but she could swear that Inej choked a bit when she said her name.

Jesper and Nina came in a while after that, having planned to come when there won't be many customers. Inej had left by then, leaving money in the pocket of the spare apron.

Y/n was peeling potatoes and occasionally stirring the big pot with bubbling broth like thing that smelled wonderful. She looked up at the noise of the entrance bell.

Hey Jesper she smirked, enjoy the show?

He did not expect that, his eyes widened which he tried to hide by leaning onto the counter but he slipped.

It hurts me to watch that Nina said putting distance between him and her, but internally panicking too. They'd all thought that they'd caught her in a secret and had an upper hand of sorts, but what did they want from her?

Y/n brought a plate of waffles with a bottle of syrup for Nina before she could even order and winked at her.

You're like really fast, Nina said, biting into the waffles and immediately filled with a warm good feeling, and really good she finished.

Y/n bowed and continued peeling potatoes, Jesper came and sat in front of the counter.

I did not know you were a boxer he said trying to be smooth, wanting to gain back his image of sauve badass guy.

Well now you do she replied not looking up but curled up her lips a bit, not unnoticed by Nina.

Why do you keep disappearing every now and then, why so mysterious Jesper asks

Secrets are sexy, she winked at him, moving on to cutting carrots.

I have been trying to figure you out for quite some time now Nina said trying to listen to her heartbeat to see if it'll give something away, but I really don't know you. It annoys me a bit really.

Sorry for the inconvenience? She smiled then winced, it was subtle but Nina noticed. None of them were really sure why they cared what she did but she had an aura of danger and mischief to her. It attracted them.

Kaz was sitting in his office listening to Inej whine slightly about y/n. He too had some restlessness about her. He'd seen her around Ketterdam almost all his life and yet he knew nothing about her. She's a boxer apparently, he knew she got into fights because of her scars but never thought she did that competitively.

Inej had gone to the same rink the night after Jesper hoping to see her but she didn't. Kaz and her spilt to find other clubs where she could have been but it led nowhere. Inej sighed, annoyed, Kaz shared the sentiment nodded and went back to scanning the news for something to distract his brain from. Some more compelling mystery solved he could stop thinking about this.

#soc #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #nina zenik #crows x reader #inej x reader #ketterdam #barrel #leigh bardugo #writing #fanfic

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lilyrizzy · 2 years

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in that iron gate made me so emotional it was such a roller coaster of a ride and i loved every second of reading this fic. one thing i really wanted to ask if you could provide like a directors cut or more insight on what happened is when max and daniel have sex and max asks daniel to say something nice.. just what was max truly feeling or thinking at this time? has he been doubting his relationship with daniel this whole trip?

anon this is a lovely ask! i've never done a 'directors cut' so you'll have to be patient with me and appologies in advance that this is too long, i just couldnt figure out what to cut and still have it make sense? (also i was enjoying myself lol)

also i talked about both max and daniel’s feelings in this to make it make sense, but i hope it answers your questions. if not, feel free to send me another ask or dm, this was so fun for me to get to waffle on about the fic i’m most proud of!<3

“I just want you,” Max says, desperate and it sends a jolt of arousal straight through Daniel. <okay so this is max both being honest on the surface, but also like, honest in a deeper way too. he just wants daniel, because thats always been what he wants, but also he wants to make daniel happy & now he's struggling to do that bc daniel is going through something that max can't really help him with> He wants to palm himself through his shorts, wants to push Max to his knees and feed him his cock, wants to fuck him so hard he feels Daniel for days. But-

“You’re gonna’ have to choose then baby.” <daniel here still isn't sure what he's allowed to have, feeling very out of control of his emotions as he does. like he wants max to chose so he can be sure max *wants* this, you know?>

“Choose?” Max sounds a little confused.

Daniel never makes him choose, the point of this is normally to stop Max from thinking. <this was to tell the reader that they have had sex with this dynamic before, but it's usually because it's what max wants because he craves the shame/humiliation and then daniel making him feel loved after. and daniel has learnt to do that for him in a safe way, but this is the first time daniel is initiating sex like this, where he's a 'mean' to max>

“Choose where you want me.” Max stays silent except for his ragged breathing. <max wants to chose the right thing, the thing he thinks will give daniel the most pleasure, make him feel the best but hes also out of his depth a little here because usually when hes in this headspace, daniel is in charge more> Daniel watches the rise and fall of his chest, this proof he’s here, alive. <because rn, with his dad dead, this is so important to daniel> “On your face? On your tits? Inside?”

Max’s eyes fly open. “That- Inside,” he pleads, “Please, Daniel. I- I can be good.” <max is both pleading for the sex here, but also pleading for like, 'let me be good, let me make *you* feel good>

Daniel hums like he’s not convinced. He’s desperate to see Max try hard to please him, so Max will know afterwards that Daniel means it when he tells him how good he was. He wants to hear Max say, ‘thank you,’ for letting Max prove himself. <and this is like coming back to the point of like. Daniel knows that this kinda sex is sex that max *needs* from time to time, and he wants to give that to him so badly. because to daniel that will be proof that he can still offer max something. when recently, hes been feeling like he has nothing to give bc he's been going through it himself, snapping at max, not being a good partner in his grief. max has a more simplistic view of like, daniel likes when we do this, i can give this to him, it will make him feel strong again>

“Get on the bed,” he says, because he can’t explain this without sounding like a possessive freak.

Max goes like his strings have been cut, folding himself down so he’s lying on his back, all soft pink skin spread against crisp white sheets. <and this is max's relief because he was worried daniel wouldnt want this, which ofc would be fine, but this way max knows he can make daniel feel good. and also, obvs its max's desire>

“No,” Daniel says, “Facedown.”

A little frown appears on Max’s forehead, but he goes, rolls over onto his stomach. <max here is like, a little surprised bascially bc i always headcannon that daniel likes to have face to face sex more. likes to kiss max, etc so max is a little surprise he doesnt wanna do that. daniel on the other hand is like, im gonna make this sex very intense and more of the things max likes so i can prove to myself that i still got it> Daniel looks then for a moment, the hard muscles of his back, his thighs, and how they meet in the middle at the soft curve of his arse. His cheek pressed against the pillow where he’s still trying to face Daniel, to see him <max wants to see daniel, to know that he's okay>. The stubble there that’s been growing steadily for the last few days, because he forgot his razor and for some reason won’t ask Daniel to borrow his, like he’d afraid that asking Daniel for anything will tip him over the edge <nope daniel, max has just been too busy worrying about you to remember to shave>.

“Daniel?” Max asks. <checking in. wants daniel to know that its okay if he changed his mind, that hes too sad to do this>

Daniel ignores him. <and daniel finds that hard, bc normally he's the one checking in, max is the one needing more like, tender love. daniel doesnt want the reminder that he's fragile> Instead, he steps into the ensuite and rummages in his toiletries bag until he finds their lube. He doesn’t know if Max packed it expecting this, or if it was just there still from their time in Miami. He hopes it’s the first option, that Max knew he’d be strong enough to do this and give them what they both need.

He can still do this. He’s still the same person he was 5 days ago. Before.

“Be still,” he says when he’s kneeling on the bed between Max’s spread legs, that he parted so easily for Daniel with just a tap on his calf, “Be good, be still and I’ll give you my fingers.”

“Okay,” is all Max says, voice cracking.

He dribbles some lube onto the tips of his fingers. It’s cold like he’d hoped it would be. Using the tip of his index, he presses gently onto the back of Max’s neck. Max jerks a little underneath him, not expecting Daniel to start there.

“Max,” he warns, and when he’s sure he won’t move again, he starts to trail his finger slowly down the curve of his spine.

He knows he’s giving Max an almost impossible task. His back is too ticklish, he hates being touched lightly there. He’s being mean and it feels good to feel like, finally, this way he’s allowed to be because Max might like it <and max *does* like it. he likes being given this task, daniel asking him 'do this for me' because max and do it and be sure that he helped, he did something to make daniel happy when hes been so unhappy>.

Max whimpers underneath him when instead of dipping into Max’s crack, he trails the finger back up. Daniel can feel his muscles vibrating underneath him, see’s Max’s arms that his head is pillowed in start to shake, and it’s good to feel him alive under Daniel’s hands <again, daniels new fear of mortality creeping in>.

“How bad do you want it?” Daniel asks.

“I-“ Max licks his lips, swallows, “A lot.” <So when max says "I-" here, he's going to say something like, 'i only want it if you do,' but then rethinks. because he knows daniel wont want to be babied right now. they know each other pretty well, and max wants to give him this like, feeling of being sexy and in control. he trusts that daniel will stop/max will be able to tell if daniel doesnt *really* want it. 'a lot' is bc its the truth, but also he wants to make daniel feel desired.>

“Yeah,” Daniel laughs, “I can believe that just by looking at you. You better not come until I get my dick inside you. If you make a mess, I won’t be happy.”

Max shakes his head, desperate. “I won’t Daniel. I can- I can be good for you, I promise.” <just generally more of max wanting to be good for daniel to make him feel better, daniel wanting to be good for max, to put him under to also feel better lol. its the theme, sorry if this is repetitive>

Daniel trails his finger down to Max’s hole and just taps against his rim. The last time he touched Max here was in Monaco on Tuesday night. It’s nowhere near the longest they’ve gone without it, 3 days, but it feels like a lifetime. He can tell just from looking that Max is going to be tight, none of the tell-tale redness he usually finds because Daniel is a freak that can’t keep his hands off Max, because Max always wants it too, even when it makes him hurt. <sorry just some insane hc’s about how in my head they have sex constantly lol and they both like, get off so much on like, daniel just coming up behind max in the kitchen to pull his sweats down and fuck him, max barely needing any prep bc they fuck so much>

“You look pretty,” Daniel says, “But you’ll look prettier after, when I’m finished with you,” He says, because it’s true and because he wants to hear Max groan, to feel his hips rabbit against the mattress below him.

He pushes a finger inside, and he’s right, Max is tight. He tells him that too and Max makes another noise, does another thrust into the sheets. He screws his fingers in slowly, relishing every noise he draws from Max’s mouth, every response of his body. He’s pushing a fourth against his rim when Max starts begging.

“Please Daniel- I can’t- Let me- Let me be good, I’ll come, I’ll-” <here max is like, daniel asked me not to come, i want to make him happy, therefore i need to do this. same as before, he wants to be good to daniel, and to achieve that he has to let daniel be in control, so daniel also has to *let* him be good. lil feedback loop here lol>

Daniel pulls his fingers out, watches Max’s hole twitch around nothing, feeling a little mesmerized. Then, he leans over, brings his fingers to Max’s mouth. He presses the tips of them against Max’s lips.

“I’m sticky,” he says, “If you clean me up, I’ll fuck you.”

Max looks up him then, a little crease between his eyebrows. His eyes are wide. For a moment Daniel wonders if he’s pushed it too far, if Max is not going to open his mouth, but then he does, and he’s letting Daniel press his sticky fingers onto Max’s clean tongue. Let’s Daniel watch as he hollows his cheeks around them, sucking them clean too. Daniel’s dry thumb cradles his jaw, and he can feel the scorching heat radiating from Max’s face like this. He knows how much he is asking of Max, making him suck on his fingers that have just been inside him. < This is like idk the maxiel thesis to me of like, daniel wanting ‘insane’ things and wanting to push (within reason ofc) and max being like so eager to go along with this bc to max, being good for daniel is whats hot. but also, daniel wants to do something new specifically in this moment because he wants to like, effect max even more than usual? like make him feel that good shame a little more, so daniel can know he did a good jobTM of fucking max >

What that fuck are you doing, something in his head yells. But this is the best he’s felt in three days so it’s easier than it should be, to ignore it, to keep pushing. To see what Max will let him do without Daniel having to even ask for permission. <maybe its not healthy here but this is daniel also wanting to feel trusted, because hes been kinda a dick to max up until this point. he wants to prove to himself (in an insane way granted) that max is still here for him, ride or die>

“Good,” Daniel says when Max is finished.

He’s left with Max looking up at him, eyes so wide and blue it makes Daniel’s heart ache to look at him. He wants then to tell Max that he’s beautiful, that Daniel is so fucking lucky he gets to have him like this, but if he does then he knows the charge in the air between them will disappear, and he’ll end up fucking Max slow and sappy the way he knows Max loves too, but not in the same way they both crave this. < again, sorry repeating myself but like. daniel wants tenderness deep down. but he wants to give max what he thinks max wants/needs more, so daniel can feel good about himself and his ability to be a partner again. prove to them both he can still ‘be the man’. yes. its toxic. but its what he feels.>

Still, he can’t quite resist asking Max to roll over. He still wants to see his face, to watch the corners of his eyes get wet as he bites his lip and tries to be good for Daniel. <he needs to see max rn because like. hes emotionally vunerable and wants to put max under, and fuck him till he cries but like, also wants to get to see his face bc theyre in love and hes craving that closeness he doesnt know how to ask for>

“I think you should get me ready too now,” he says, and watches with his heart in his throat as Max snaps to action, pushing himself off the bed, flipping over and reaching for Daniel.

He makes quick work of Daniel’s t-shirt and his sweatpants until Daniel is stood in front of him in just his boxers, Max kneeling on the bed. Then Max ducks down, presses his face to the damp front of Daniel’s underwear where he is straining against the cotton. <this was something for both of them. max loves breathing daniel in, being completely surrounded by daniel and he feels that best when he can smell daniels sweaty crotch, okay? xD overwhelmed by all sensations. but for daniel, max wants it to also come across as like, an act of devotion?> He stays like that for a few moments, just breathing Daniel in, before opening his mouth around the head and sucking it into his mouth, fabric and all.

Daniel runs a hand through his hair. If Max tried, he’s sure he could make Daniel come, sticky and wet in his underwear, and then if Daniel said that was enough, Max would let it be. Would roll onto his back and will his own hard on away and go to sleep happy without Daniel having touched him, just because he’d know he’d been good for him. <so this is daniel acknowledging the power he has in this moment, because ultimatley he knows when max is in this headspace, max wants to please more than he wants to be pleased>

That’s not what Daniel wants though. Daniel wants to make Max feel good.

He’s the one to push his boxers down, to hold Max back where he goes, open mouthed, trying to take Daniel into his mouth again.

“No,” Daniel says simply when Max looks up at him, confused, lips still making a little o shape. Daniel drags his thumb over Max’s plush bottom lip and says, “I think I need to fuck you now. It’s what you want, right?” <this was me trying to make it obvious that like, max wants this, even if things have been a little ~rough~ until this point, but still make it sexy. This was daniel also looking for that reassurance and consent while trying to be sexy lol.>

Max nods frantically, motion slipping Daniel’s thumb into his mouth to hook over the bottom, perfect line of his teeth. <max genuinley wants it so bad here. its shifted a little. max always wanted the sex, but at the begining the motivation was to make daniel feel good but now the scales have tipped and max wants them both to feel good.>

“On your back then,” Daniel says, and watches as Max scrambles to get there for him. The easy spread of his legs so Daniel can crawl between them makes him want to kiss his way up Max’s body, to start at his toes and end at his tits.<Daniel want to worship max too, to show him that devotion in return. but he’s denying himself that sweetness because he thinks this fraught, ‘mean’ sex will give more to max>

Instead, he just fits himself in the wide space Max has made for him, swiping his fingers behind Max’s balls to find his hole. Lines himself up and pushes inside, sweet and easy.

Max whimpers when he’s all the way inside, eyes screwed shut tight and then suddenly open again, looking at Daniel like there’s something to see there.

“Daniel,” he whines, the way girls used to say “oh god,” when Daniel would fuck them. <lol this was a joke with myself where i was trying to say that max see’s daniel as a sex god:P>

He doesn’t want to hear it suddenly, to think about anything else except the ways he can get Max silent and shaking if he just tries hard enough. <daniel doesnt want the devotion. bc he doesnt feel worthy of it.>

He crushes their mouth together on his next thrust to stop anything else spilling from Max’s, to stop anything from starting to spill from his own. Max tightens around him and Daniel grunts, and then he’s bringing his arms around Daniel, fingertips stroking over his back, gentle like- like he thinks that this is what Daniel needs, to be babied, for Max to be sweet and hold him. <again so. in my head, max maybe doesnt usually do this when they have this kinda sex. so hes trying bc he wants daniel to have something sweet and loving too, but daniel is like, no. i want to make this what you like, this is for you max, not me>

Pulling back, breaking their kiss so he no longer covering Max’s body, he breaks the circle of Max’s arms around him, and takes both his wrists into Daniel’s one hand. The delicate bones push together hard so he can manage it, but Max doesn’t flinch just throws his head back and cries out as Daniel holds them against the headboard, dick dribbling a little more onto himself <max is into this. the wrist grabbing, it’s hot. like he likes daniel being rougher with him, like he says later in the fic, he likes that he can really feel daniel bc of it>.

Daniel angles his body so every thrust gets Max right where it feels good, the best, and then he’s giving up thrusting all together and is instead just rubbing that spot with the head of his cock, over and over, relishing in the way it makes Max’s stomach and cock jump between them and Max’s eyes open again to look at Daniel, startled. <Daniel needs max to come first, again like, playing this game of proving he can still be good to him with himself>

“Daniel,” he says in the same tone again, “you are going to-“ but he breaks off with a pitiful whimper when Daniel reaches down with his free hand to cup Max’s tit. <Max here is trying to warn daniel bc as established 1000 times, he wants to be good for daniel>

“That’s right, Maxy,” he says, pressing his fingertips harder into Max’s wrist, chasing the feeling of his pulse, rapid and strong, “I’m going to make you come, aren’t I?”

And then Max does.

Daniel starts fucking him again for real during, has to fight the urge to let his eyes roll back in his head at the sensation of Max’s hole fluttering around him. Even when he’s finished coming, Max holds himself tight for Daniel, and it’s that, the knowledge that Max is still trying so hard to be good for him even after, that has Daniel tipping over the edge.

“Fuck, Max,” he bites out, pressing against Max’s wrists, somewhere to rest his weight as Daniel comes.

Then it’s over. <then this starts the quick come down for daniel. like reality is flooding back into him in one shocking moment>

Then he has to let go, has to pull out, gentle and slow, before he does something embarrassing like lie completely on top of Max and start crying into his neck. It’s just the comedown, he tells himself, the rush of endorphins Michael is always trying to convince him he can get from running too. <this meant to be the same as like that moment, before waking, when you forget everything fell apart the night before and then you have to remember. like daniel got lost in max and making him feel good, so maxs plan succeeded! but now he has to face it all again. and he still thinks he’s not allowed the tenderness max has been trying to give him, bc it makes him ‘weak’.>

He rolls onto his back, next to Max so their shoulders are brushing. He needs to move soon, to get a washcloth to clean them both up, to get them both under the covers. For now, he lies there, the room silence except for the noise of his own heavy breathing, Max’s quieter puffs of air. <it’s almost like daniel is in shock again here, bc other than sleep, this is the first real escape hes had from his horrible reality and now he has to come back to it. so hes just taking a moment to like, deal with that. but meanwhile, max is lying there expecting what he normally gets after this kinda sex. daniel to hold him, to tell him he was good and special and that daniel loves him. but minutes are ticking by and max isnt getting that and suddenly max feels all wrong.>

“Daniel,” Max says into the silence eventually, and his voice sounds a little small. Wrong. <Daniel isnt a dick okay, hes just dealing with his own feelings rn, that hes kinda forgot that hes being shitty with the ‘aftercare’ or whatever youd like to call it. hes very flawed in this fic, and then maxs voice here is his first clue that he fucked up>

Daniel is immediately pushing up on one elbow to look down at him, to look at his face, but he’s got his arm slung over it. He’s hiding. <Daniel is immediatley wanting to fix whatever is wrong. max is frightened that like he did something wrong or the sex made daniel feel worse. like he has no logical reason to think that, but the lack of ‘nice’ stuff being said is making him spiral so hes vunerable here. wants to hide>

“Max, I- Are you okay?” He reaches out and strokes tentative fingers down Max’s side. Max shudders but Daniel sees his shoulders relax ever so slightly at the gentle contact. <and immediatley like, daniel touching him softly starts to reassure max. he doesnt want to make this all about him when daniel is going through so much, so hes working hard to listen to daniels touch and words. daniel is touching him nicely, okay, things cant be that bad so he can start to relax>

“Can you-“ Max starts, voice muffled, “Can you say something nice.” <but he still needs that final thing. max needs to know he did good for daniel, but also he needs to know he was good like, for himself? because max has a big praise kink so the idea of not being good, like, really hurts him>

Daniel feels like someone has thrown a bucket of cold water over the bed.

“Baby-“ He forces the panic out of his voice, “Maxy, I- Come here.”

Max pulls his arm away from his face and Daniel can see his eyes are wet at the corners. Usually- usually that means Daniel did good, gave Max what he needed but now. Now he doesn’t know. <Max needs to look at daniels face first, that final thing before he can give himself over and let himself be like, okay, everything is okay. i didnt make daniel worse.>

“Baby, come here, please?” He says again and to his relief, Max scoots across the bed and into Daniel’s arms. He lets Daniel pull him so he’s pretty much lying on top of Daniel, wet face pressed into the crook of Daniel’s neck. Daniel rubs a hand up and down his back.

“Baby, you were so good for me, yeah? My good boy, you gave me just what I needed.” He feels Max nod against him and he presses a kiss onto the top of Max’s head. Keeps his mouth there and murmurs into his hair, “Thank you, Maxy. I’m so lucky to have you.” <and of course, daniel loves max so he’s going heavy with the nice stuff! he feels it, he thinks it, he just forgot to say it bc hes not perfect rn. how can he be?>

“I love you,” Max whispers like it’s a secret.

“I love you too,” Daniel says quickly but he doesn’t know if it’s enough right now.

#thank you anon #this was super fun but im sorry if its total shit #in that iron ground #fic #ask me things

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Byler Fic Rec Week - Day 6: Canon divergence

the taste of the color by waffles_isa (@waffles-isa) (699 words, complete)

It's a world where people are only able to see in black and white until they find their soulmate. Everyone's worried about it, but Mike is completely chill.

Static Re-connection by IllogicalFallacy (@illogical-fallacy) (62k, complete)

AND - H E R E - I - T H O U G H T - U ‘ D - F O R G E T - M E N E V E R N E V E R - E V E R - ? N E V E R - E V E R He thought about the way Will had looked at him all those years ago, lying in the hospital bed, eyes not his own. Even through the fog of possession, something behind Will’s gaze had clicked and recognized Mike for who he was. Even without anything else left, Will had still remembered the connection he had to his mom - and... to Mike. His trembling fingers hesitated for an infinite moment, before typing faster than his brain could hope to process, P R M S E - ? Y E S A miles-apart, oblivious mutual pining, emotional summer vacation disaster-fest starring Mike, Will, and one incredibly unreliable radio connection.

must be a devil between us by els bloody rollerskate (@super-nova5045) (37k, ongoing)

Don’t assume that because every gate was closed by your telekinetic girlfriend before the world split in two everything will be okay. Your best friend might become a new target of this monster four months later on summer camp and be in grave danger. Or do. He’ll have to die. Ever since November 1983, when Will Byers went missing, shit has just gone downhill for Hawkins, tragedy after tragedy afflicting a once peaceful town. For the first time ever, Mike Wheeler, is at peace – he’s going to Camp Hero in the summer of ’86, where the high-schoolers of Hawkins bond for a summer of “totally rad, epic fun”. The only thing that could possibly spoil it? His best friend, Will, happens to be attending camp too, as well as his girlfriend El – the two people Mike was trying to avoid; the sheer level of awkward tension between them driving him insane. Mike’s trying his best to ignore Will and even worse, ignore the feelings for Will he tried to repress, too. However, when his assumed-dead dungeon master, Eddie Munson, steps foot on Camp Hero on one midsummer night, Mike knows he must get over his tension with Will and El and reunite his friends to destroy Vecna, once and for all.

A Hope to Cling To by midnighteverlark (18k, complete)

While talking to Will in the shed, trying to break through the Mind Flayer's control, Mike starts thinking about what he would do if Will gave up, and completely unintentionally blurts, "I love you." Mike's existential crisis follows. Meanwhile, Will uses the words as his anchor, holding onto this glimmer of hope with all his might as he struggles to hang on against the Mind Flayer. Basically, a more Mike/Will-centric version of episodes 8 and 9 and the time beyond, with a good dose of of grit and Serious Stuff but also plenty of happiness and some fluff to come. (I mean, come on - Will is a gay kid in the 80s who just craves love and acceptance, and he deserves A Break. Mike is just realizing he's bisexual and he needs some love and acceptance and A Break too.)

king of my heart by bookinit (@bookinit02) (21k, complete)

Will finds himself wondering, sometimes, if his mark matches Mike’s. He thinks it must, really—he can’t imagine wanting to spend the rest of his life with anyone else. Mike’s cool and strong and brave and funny. His hair flops down over his forehead and his eyes bore into Will’s soul, always so steadily intense. He doesn’t cry when he scrapes his knee. Instead, he just gets back up. Will thinks that if Mike isn’t his soulmate, something is seriously wrong with the world.

truth serum side effects (may include: accidental gay confessions) by sterrenhemel (1k, complete)

"You okay?" Mike asks him. "Yeah, your hands are really soft." And— Jesus Christ, what was that? Sure, it wasn't a lie, but... what?! "Uh, thank you?" Mike replies awkwardly. Will wants to hit himself. Why would he say that? "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." Or the one in which Will is hit by a truth serum.

#byler #bylerficrecweek2023 #bylerficrecweek #byler fic rec #byler fic #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

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fixed-signs · 5 months

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Marzana, Marzana

Marzana, Marzana - Chapter 2

Pairing: Josh x original female character

Warnings: SFW, drinking, implied sex

Eventual pregnancy and angst, we got slow burn, we got fluff. I didn't proof read this, bc idgaf.

Word count: 1.7k

Hadley woke up to the ac buzzing loudly. The was too cold, so cold it felt damp in the room- but her skin was sticking to itself in the start of a sweat under the blankets. She looked at everything that needed to be packed and loaded back up into her car.

She rubbed over her face, she could tell it was puffy, a slight headache forming under her eyes and behind her ears. It was still early, she never really slept well after drinking. Hadley figured some continental breakfast aka, microwaved pastries, a selection of unripe fruit, and maybe a waffle maker awaited her in the room off the lobby. Coffee could only do good at this point.

She put on a the clothing from the night before, plucking if off the ground one strewn item at a time.

Jake had left at the first sign of the sun. He quietly slipped out and pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He stared out the window of his cab, slowed, empty, and shoulders slumped— from the alcohol the night before he reasoned, as he watched the streetlights steadily pass by. Some flickering off as the sun continued to rise.

He entered the house with little attempt at stealth. He knew Josh wouldn’t be awake until much, much later.

The smell of strong fresh coffee followed by a waft of chlorine greeted her as she stepped off the elevator. Hadley gulped down some coffee and ate a poorly toasted bagel, she grabbed an apple and a granola bar in for later on her drive back when she’d surely be painfully awake and aware of how nauseated she was from her hangover.

The elevator dinged as it hit each floor, it still had several floors before the lobby. Hadley sighed and looked down the hall where she could see the double glass doors to the bright blue hued pool. She gingerly dug her thumb nail into the red delicious apple.

Jake let his head loll to rest on the back of the patio chair, one leg widely crossed over the other, his guitar lazily across his front, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He strummed, absent minded as he watched two birds chirp and argue at each other in the otherwise quiet crisp morning.

He heard the sliding door open, but didn’t bother to look up. Josh plopped down in the chair next to him, but quickly hopped up realizing he had sat on a puddle of morning dew gathered on the cushion. Somehow- he only managed to spill just a sip of coffee from his mug as he did so.

Jake lifted his head only to take the cigarette out of his mouth and set it in the ashtray. They sat quietly, Josh’s eyes drooping with sleep, one hand gripping to his coffee mug for dear life, the other arm slung over his head and the back of the chair.

They couldn’t be more different in that moment. Jake was still dressed in his mostly black garb from the night before, heavy denim jeans, Chelsea boots, jewelry tangled on his neck, messy long hair, while Josh was in an old white tank top, boxers, flip flops and a silky embroidered robe- his short hair swaying like a dandelion in the breeze.

“Did you get her number?” Josh finally broke the comfortable, but unusually long silence between the two.

“No.” Jake kept his gaze straight ahead of him and pretended to tune a string.

“Hm…was she cool?”

“Yeah.” Jake shrugged.

“Hm.” Josh hummed taking a sip of coffee.

Hadley floated on her back to the middle of the pool. Her hair cascading and whirling around her. She stared up at the ceiling, letting her vision become blurry.

She turned on the heater her ride back home. The morning was slightly colder and offered the October feel she craved. A faint highway fume hung in the air and seeped into the car from the window Hadley had cracked.

Sara flipped through the records sitting pretzel legged on the floor. She had several piles building up on the floor dedicated to alphabetizing the vinyl. Hadley laid out on the couch with one hand smushing a cold rag soaked rag to her forehead and the other cradling a still-almost-overflowing bloody mary on her hip. Her dog, Burl, had managed to position himself under her knees, head snaking out and resting on her shin.

“In general, think you’d like their stuff.” Sara concluded her analysis of Greta Van Fleet’s discography that she had went off on, after Hadley told her about last night over a homemade brunch. “Are you going to talk to them again?”

“Wha? Oh no. I don’t know. I don’t think so. I didn’t get that vibe.”

“Hm.” Sara hummed and went back to sorting.

Jim Croce played quietly from the corner of the room. There was a popping and bit of fuzz before the next song sung on: Operator. It was a common album to play around the house. A go to for herself and her late mother. She didn’t usually draw such a close association with her mom, it was just a Sunday afternoon album, but today she felt an especially big hole in her chest.

Jake pushed his shopping cart through the aisles, it seemed to have a mind of it’s down, swaying with a lazy front wheel. He didn’t have the patience for it tonight. He took the package of oysters from the butcher at the deli and forcefully slammed them into his shopping cart.

Even the radio annoyed him. Dreams by Fleetwood Mac seemed to be blaring directly above him wherever he stopped to look at the shelves. He cracked his neck and let out a deep sigh. Jake pulled out his phone to the notes app to a makeshift grocery list amongst other ramblings.

He turned the corner and metal on metal clattered as his cart bounced back slightly. He wanted to be annoyed, but knew it was his fault for not looking.

“Sorry-“ Jake began, and his eyes met with the victim of the crash. “Jita, hey.”

“Oh, hey.” She said almost breathlessly. Both of them had tears welling and had to break their gaze.

They had agreed not to talk or see each other since the break up. They’d done a good job so far, only texting a few months in to return each other’s stuff. Even then they didn’t meet up to do so, it was a drop it off at the door while the other was out at work situation.

Jita tucked some hair behind her ear and crossed her arms.

Jake approached her fully from around the corner, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets, “So, how have you been?”

“Good. Good. And you? The tour was good?”

“Yeah, uh yeah all good.” He lied and wove his fingers between the metal of the cart.

There were a million souvenirs he wanted to get her and a million funny stories he wanted to tell her about his three brothers. A silence fell over the two, the dance beat of song kept a steady and pace. In the stillness they both realized they had almost identical shopping carts.

Jita let out a single chuckle trying to disguise a sob. Jake mimicked her realizing and feeling the exact same thing.

“I still can’t believe you eat those.”

“These?” Jake picked the oysters, “Gotta keep a party staple on hand.”

They both tried to laugh again, it was shaky and choked. Jita finally gave in and wiped the corner of her eyes.

Jake gripped at the cart and rocked it a little as he stared at the woman in front of him. Nine months felt like an eternity, he couldn’t help but keep track of every single day without her. He let go, blood rushing back to his knuckles, and engulfed her in a hug.

There they stood in front of the buzzing and florescent lit freezer section. Both of their heartbeats racing strong and steady into each other’s chests. Jita didn’t want to let go, she didn’t want to risk it being their last. Jake buried his nose in her hair, taking in the smell of her conditioner.

“I can make you some.” It came out muffled into the top of her head, but he felt her nod under him.

A notification banner on Josh’s phone popped down letting him know he had five more minutes on social media apps. He flicked it up with his thumb and kept scrolling. He stopped when a line of suggested follows entered his screen.

Hadley.

In the small circle her face was perfectly framed. It was a grainy picture, bursting with warm streaks of sunlight, possibly caught on film, one corner of her mouth smirking, her big eyes looking at something out of frame, a bright green and out of focus vine hung in the foreground.

Josh clicked it and rolled to his stomach on his bed. He rested on his elbows as he glanced at her profile. His hand slipped and he was viewing a reel on her profile: a dog was barking and weaving between the legs a giant, slightly disfigured, pink elephant with ray-bans sculpture— he clicked off of it.

“Shit, shit shit.” He mumbled he had no idea if people could see who watched reels.

There was a moment; it didn’t matter now either way. He opened the reel back up and viewed the rest. The next slide had a sign that read “Welcome to Paradise, Ohio” and under it Hadley had typed, “I wish I had as much confidence as Paradise Ohio did naming itself.” His thumb clicked the right side of the screen.

Now a video of a woman with a head wrap walking in a butterfly sanctuary played. A bright smile light up her face as one butterfly landed on her. Hadley could be heard in the behind the camera giggling as the woman in front of her scrunched her nose. “It tickles!” The older woman exclaimed as a butter fly walked over her temple to her head covering.

The last clip was Hadley giving a high five to a sign with a large black and white hand that read ‘palm reader’ in arched letters over it.

He bit his lip as he hit follow.

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #josh greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff

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fawnandshadows · 3 years

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You Painted Me Golden

Summary: Elain enters her reputation era. Features drunk Elain, ice cream, and cockblock Rhysand.

Chapter Two

Rating: Eventually 18+

This story can also be found on AO3

Chapter 1 — Gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk — You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

The champagne had gone straight to Elain’s head.

She never had this much to drink before. Of course she would have a glass of wine with dinner like the rest of her family, but she had seen every single one of them after a night of too much drinking — Elain was always the one to bring them headache powder and whatever breakfast they wanted. Rhysand loved eating the greasiest breakfast he could get his hands on, Feyre wanted a stack of waffles so high, with syrup and powdered sugar, it threatened to fall down, Nesta craved potatoes and buttery bread to mop up the liquid in her stomach, and Cassian mostly just wanted a massive plate of eggs. Mor never seemed affected by the amount of alcohol she drank, and the one time Amren drank too much in her new body it was so awful that after she never had more than two glasses of anything.

It took Elain months to figure out what Azriel’s favorite breakfast was after over indulging, and that was after how long it took her to realize he was hungover. All of her other family members complained, but Azriel preferred to suffer in silence.

He ate everything she made and claimed all of it was delicious that his manners became almost bothersome. It wasn’t until one morning when Elain served her hungover family cinnamon rolls that she heard a low moan from the chair next to her, and when she looked over she had seen nothing but crumbs on Azriel’s plate as he reached for seconds. There was the little hint of icing on his lip that Elain wanted to kiss off.

Elain wondered what food she would like to have the next morning as she watched drunken fae move together (in a way that made her blush just by watching) over the dance floor at Rita’s. She wondered if she would crave a greasy, savory breakfast or something sweet and fluffy.

Somehow Elain had gotten separated from her family; She thought that Cassian and Nesta were dancing, but there was the distinct possibility that they had snuck into a bathroom which made Elain not want to look for them. She had also lost Feyre and Rhysand, the one night in over a month that they were going to have a big family night out with Amren watching Nyx — Amren put up a fight at first, but everyone knew she would rather be watching Nyx than at a sweaty nightclub — and they had slipped away. Mor had gone to dance as soon as they stepped through the door, pulling Azriel by his hand with her.

It irritated Elain, she didn’t want to think about how he didn’t try to stay with her, but why would he? He rejected her kiss after all, and the memory caused a sharp sting in her chest.

She wasn’t sure how exactly it happened, but she was left at their table all alone with a bottle of champagne. And then that bottle turned into another bottle. And her glass was never empty for very long, but she never actually remembered filling her glass up.

Elain was certain she would be irked if it wasn’t for the champagne. She finally came to Rita’s, thinking that her entire family would be together, and her family left her. Elain could have done this at home. She could have stayed and drunk with Nuala and Cerridwin if she wanted. Thankfully, the champagne helped ease whatever pain is was that rattled in her chest.

Why should she sit alone at the table? Why should she sit and just watch while everyone else danced? She was more than capable of dancing by herself. Elain had secretly hoped that Azriel would have come over to ask her to dance, but he didn’t. And certainly there wasn’t a rule in Prythian or the Night Court that dictated only couples could dance.

If there was then she would have to talk to Rhys about that.

After finishing her glass of champagne, she had forgotten what number she was at, she stood on her uneven feet and made her way to the dance floor. Elain was a little surprised at how uneven the floor was at the club, she didn’t think it would be great for a business to have such an obstacle, and the flashing fae lights really didn’t help.

If it wasn’t for the nice male that offered to help her she may not have made it to the dance floor at all.

He was a little on the short side, and his build made it obvious that he had a lot of physical activity in his day to day life, and Elain supposed that he was handsome, but his eyes were the wrong color, blue and not the magnetic hazel that she wanted to see, and his dark hair was cropped a little too close to his head.

He also didn’t have wings.

But maybe that was a personal preference.

Anyway, Elain still accepted his offer to dance even if she had already forgotten his name. Oh well, she most likely wouldn’t have seen him again anyway. They danced for a song or two, Elain had gotten lost in the music when she felt a warm, heavy hand land on her back which caused a thrill to shoot up her spine.

She turned her head and saw the eyes that haunted her dreams. The eyes that inspired her latest garden design, it was surprisingly difficult to find flowers that remotely resembled the array of colors in his hazel eyes.

“Az!” Elain exclaimed as she turned fully around. Somehow her hand wound up behind his head as she embraced him. She loved champagne and how brave it made her. “I was waiting for you all night.”

“I can tell,” Azriel said, his voice was unreadable, but his face was cold as he looked at the male she was dancing with. “Who’s your friend?”

Elain pouted at the lack of attention and drew her hands back.

“Why do you care?” Elain asked and crossed her arms. This caused his hazel eyes to latch onto her face, and Azriel’s mask slipped just for a second to show his surprise. “Everyone ditched me all night, I was just left alone, so why do you care if I dance with someone?”

Her words would have had more sting if they weren’t slurring together, anyone else wouldn't have noticed, but the Spymaster did. His jaw clenched as he looked down at her with such intensity Elain was unsure if she was lightheaded from the champagne or his presence.

“Of course I care.” Azriel said.

“Of course I care.” Elain repeated in a deep, exaggerated voice as she tried to copy his accent. If Elain had just one or two glasses less of champagne she would have noted the way his eyes narrowed and fisted clenched as he tried to reign in his control. “This was a mistake, but of course I care.”

I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You’re gorgeous

Elain didn’t try to hide the fury in her voice, and why should she? She spent so much time and energy hiding what she felt from everybody, and it exhausted her. She was tired of it. She was tired of hiding how his stupidly gorgeous face made her heart race and how it muddled her brain.

“Shouldn’t you be dancing with Mor?” Elain asked with a pinched face. She had thought that her jealousy of the blonde warrior had faded, but apparently it hadn’t. Not completely. And Elain knew it was unfounded and unfair because Mor had been nothing but warm and welcoming to her, but Elain knew that if she had the opportunity to love Azriel freely for 500 years, and to be loved in return, then there was nothing that would have stopped her. She hated herself for resenting Mor. She also hated herself for feeling this way, for letting herself be so affected by him, even after he made it clear he didn’t want her the way she wanted him.

The shadowsinger took a step closer towards her. Elain was sure they looked a little funny, standing still in the middle of the dance floor while everyone else danced around them.

“Are you jealous?” Azriel said in a dangerously low voice. He was standing so close that Elain could feel his breath as it skittered across her face, the spicy scent of whiskey mingled with night-chilled mist which caused her to shiver, and he ran a rough, scarred finger over her hand.

Elain dropped her crossed arms so quickly from the searing heat of his touch.

“You should think about the consequence,” Elain said, her brown eyes heated as she took the smallest step possible towards him. They were now as close as they could be without touching and the air was electrified between them. “Of your touching my hand in a darkened room.”

“Should I?” Azriel said, and Elain felt the barest touch of his hand against hers and let out of gasp. She swore she could feel the air crackling around them.

Elain, with all the bravery given to her by the copious amount of champagne, tangled her fingers into his inky, soft hair and brought his face down to her. She whispered into his ear, “You’ve ruined my life,” Her lips grazed the shell of his ears, and Elain felt his body go taunt like a pulled string. “By not being mine. And everytime you look at me I feel like I might sink, and drown, and die.”

Azriel was breathing heavily, and his body was forcibly strained, and he brought his hands up to cover hers. He lingered for just a moment with closed eyes before he opened them and pulled her hands away, but he didn’t drop them as he gazed at her. Elain knew there was some internal struggle he was having, and she just looked at him with heavy eyes. Eventually he asked, “Would you like to dance?”

“Do you mean it?” Elain said breathlessly. She wasn’t sure she could handle a pity dance, and she didn’t want to hold on to anymore false hope.

“Yes.” Azriel said and squeezed her hands.

“I’ll just go.” Said the forgotten male glumly. Elain and Azriel had completely forgotten that he was standing there the entire time, and they couldn’t bring themselves to care.

Azriel had pulled Elain into him — one hand grasping hers while the other settled onto her waist, gripping her tightly as if he was afraid Elain would slip through his fingers.

They weren’t paying attention to the music, or any of the fae surrounding them. The music blasting through the club was some horrible dance song that both Azriel and Elain would hate if they cared to listen, and they slowly twirled and swayed where they stood, and it was clear that they were doing. Elain and Azriel weren’t dancing, but they were just looking for some excuse to touch each other, to be near each other, to just give into their desires in the most innocent way possible.

Elain’s hand that was resting on his shoulder made its way up to his neck, and she let out an exhale at how heated his skin was against hers. Azriel bent his head forward so that his forehead was resting against hers, their nosing barely grazing each others, and their breath was one and the same. Elain was mentally kicking herself — if she had just come to Rita’s sooner, then she could have been doing this for the cauldron knows how long.

Azriel’s hand had slid from her waist to the small of Elain’s back to press her closer to him, close enough that their bodies were pressing together in the most delightfully intimate way. Elain was surprised by how large the hands on her were, and she could feel how rough it was through the thin silk of her dress. The hand holding hers was warm, and held her own hand in a surprisingly gentle way, as if she was something precious and fragile that he didn’t want to break.

Elain wasn’t sure how long it was they were dancing, but she was sure she never wanted it to end. She drank in every detail of what it was like to be touched by him, how is scarred skin felt against her own, how his scent went straight to her head in a way that made even champagne look insignificant, how hard his body was pressed against her soft one, and how they fit and danced so perfectly together it almost made her cry.

She was so happy she wanted to cry because Elain knew it wouldn’t last forever.

A large hand clamped down on Elain’s shoulder bursting the little bubble that she and Azriel created on the dance floor. She looked up to find Cassian's happy, drunk face smiling down at her.

“I think the gang is ready to leave.” Cassian said loudly and pointed a thumb over his shoulder. Elain stood on her tiptoes, but still couldn’t see, so she had to lean around him to see the rest of their family standing by the table.

Elain looked at Azriel whose face was as unreadable as always, but he gave a nod and pulled himself away from her before gesturing for her to move ahead.

“All of a sudden Rhysand got himself in a tizzy and decided we all had to leave.” Cassian explained as they made their way through the crowd of dancing fae.

“Of course he did,” Azriel said in a near murderous voice, which caused both Elain and Cassian’s heads to snap towards him. Nothing but the cold steel in his eyes spoke of the anger that was burning in his chest. “Let me guess, he had to go as soon as he saw me and Elain dancing.”

“Yeah.” Cassian said with a blink and a shrug. Elain noticed how massive Cassian seemed, and how crowded and uncomfortable he was surrounded by dozens of other fae in such a small environment, and it wasn’t until they reached their family that Elain’s brain noticed that Azriel didn’t seem out of place at all.

With a gasp Elain whirled around and pointed an accusatory finger at Azriel. She most likely would have fallen if Cassian hadn’t caught her, and he would have fallen if it wasn’t for Azriel who propped a steadying hand on his shoulder. They were lucky Azriel was sober otherwise it would have been drunken dominos.

“You’re cheating!” Elain said, her eyes suspiciously clear despite the fact she was more than a little tipsy. Feyre came over with a concerned look on her face and laid a hand on her arm while Nesta watched in amusement. Rhysand just stared at Azriel through narrowed eyes. Mor was nowhere to be seen.

Elain was swaying on her feet, but it was the only thing that made sense. Cassian stuck out like a sore thumb, but Azriel just blended in. Azriel who was an absurdly tall, mind-numbingly handsome Iyllirian warrior with an impressive wingspan should not be able to go unnoticed in a cramped and crowded club — unless he was using his shadows to blend in, which was cheating in Elain’s drunken mind. She had been trying to spot him all night and he was using his shadows to hide himself.

“You’re cheating!” Elain said again.

Azriel raised an eyebrow at her.

“I — some people were looking for you tonight,” Elaid said, ignoring the fact that her face was burning with the information she just let slip. “And you’ve been using your shadows to hide!”

Elain couldn’t stop the wobble that claimed her lip or the sting in her eyes. She vaguely wondered if all drunk people were prone to such mood swings, or if it was only her.

It became increasingly obvious to everyone that Elain was getting closer and closer to crying, and the horrified expression on Azriel’s face told everyone that he had no idea what to do with a drunk, crying Elain.

You make me so happy it turns back to sad — There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have

“I think it’s time to go,” Feyre said in a kind voice with a forced smile on her face. “Maybe we could get some ice cream?”

Elain turned to sister with wide eyes that were brimming with tears and sniffed. She asked in a small voice, “Ice cream?”

“I think that’s exactly what we need.” Feyre said and wrapped her arms around her sister, thankful that the promise of ice cream had managed to distracted Elain enough to prevent her from crying in the middle of Rita’s. They had started walking and Feyre steered her sister out of the club, keeping an arm around Elain to comfort her and keep her upright.

“I think I want vanilla, in a cone, with rainbow sprinkles.” Elain stated as soon as they were outside, the night air felt like a calming balm on her soul.

“That sounds delicious!” Feyre exclaimed. Her voice was laced with real amusement as she realized this was the first time she had seen Elain drunk, and Elain was basically a toddler when drunk. “I think I’m going to get the biggest milkshake they have.”

A tall, silent figure appeared next to them. Elain looked sideways at Azriel, completely forgetting that she was on the verge of a breakdown not five minutes ago, and asked, “Are you getting the brownie sundae?” “What? No,” Feyre said with concern. “I'm getting a — oh, you were talking to Az.”

Elain never took her eyes off of the shadowsinger as she waited for a reply.

Azriel looked her over, his hazel eyes inspecting her from top to bottom, and after coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to burst into tears he answered, “Yes.”

“With rocky road?” Elain peered at him with large eyes. She was vaguely aware of the rest of her family walking behind them.

“Yes,” Azriel said and cocked his head. A smile tugged at his lips and he narrowed his eyes. “How did you know that?”

Elain gave him a shy smile as she said, “That’s what you always get. Sometimes you’ll get something else, but you always come back to rocky road.”

Feyre politely ignored the conversation happening without her, but she didn’t mind. She had noticed a distance between Azriel and Elain recently and was secretly happy to see them together again. Feyre had always thought that they would make an attractive couple.

Elain was drifting closer to Azriel and had pulled out of Feyre’s arm, but was interrupted by Rhysand coming up between them and throwing an arm around each of their shoulders. Feyre narrowed her blue eyes at her mate's behavior.

Rhys let out a loud groan as he tightened his hold on his spymaster and his sister-in-law.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Rhysand said, his voice officially shattering whatever connection Azriel and Elain were hoping to make. “Nothing like a nice family walk to get some ice cream, especially with my brother and sister. It’s funny, if you think about it, you two are practically siblings,” Elain and pulled her head back and looked at Rhys in shock, unable to escape his grip, and Azriel looked like he was ready to murder his High Lord. A hand came up and whacked the back of Rhysands head, and after a moment Elain realized the hand belonged to Feyre. “What was that for?” Rhy’s hand went to rub the back of his head, and Azriel seized the opportunity for escape.

Elain, however, was not so lucky.

“Get whatever you want, Elain,” Rhysand said with a charming smile. “I’m buying.”

His sister-in-law blinked at him and said, “You always do.” Which caused Feyre to throw her head back and laugh.

The rest of the walk continued with Elain trying to meet Azriel’s eyes, Feyre shooting daggers at Rhys, and Rhys saying whatever thought popped into his head as he ignored the menacing glare and rage rippling off of Azriel. Cassian and Nesta were trailing far enough back not to notice what was happening up ahead.

“Lick?” Elain asked and stuck her cone in Azriel’s face, and if it wasn’t for Azriel’s quick reflexes his nose would have been full of ice cream. Somehow they had separated from the rest of the group; Elain had ordered first and quickly scurried away when her ice cream was handed to her — Azriel must have followed her.

“You’re willing to share?” Azriel asked and Elain nodded her head vigorously.

His hand came up, and instead of taking the cone from her hand he rested it over hers, and brought the cone to his mouth. Azriel’s hazel eyes never left hers as his tongue came out and licked her cone. Elain could feel her heart pounding in her chest at the intensity of his gaze. A small dribble of ice cream threatened to fall on an exposed patch of her skin, but Azriel’s tongue caught it just in time.

“Az!” Cassian’s booming voice caused them to jump apart, and Elain missed the warmth of Azriel’s hand covering hers. She sulked a little at the interruption as she licked her ice cream. Cassian came over to them carrying a small scoop of green ice cream in one hand, and a massive brownie sundae in the other. He rolled his eyes as he said, “Rhys wanted me to bring this to you.”

Azriel took a deep, sharp breath at Cassian’s words. Azriel reached for his sundae without a word of thanks and immediately turned back to Elain and offered her a spoonful of his dessert, at which both Cassian and Elain balked.

“What?” Azriel asked at their reaction.

“You never offer to share your dessert,” Cassian said in surprise. “After a hundred years I stopped asking.”

Azriel rolled his eyes at his brother and silently looked at Elain.

Elain, who was still unsteady on her feet, leaned forward with the intent to take what Azriel had offered, but she miscalculated and half of the spoonful ended up on her cheek.

“Dewicious,” Elain said around a mouthful of ice cream. “May I pwease have a napkin?”

She looked at him with wide eyes and waited for her napkin, Azriel had the overwhelming urge to lick the ice cream off of her cheek, and that urge was only amplified because he knew it would piss Rhysand off if he saw it. Azriel, not wanting to cause any trouble for Elain, repressed his desire and wiped the ice cream off of her face with a napkin.

“Thank you.” Elain said breathlessly. Her wide eyes gazed up at him, and she was too drunk to hide the adoration in them.

Cassian, oblivious to what was going on, ate his ice cream peacefully.

“Ready to go?” Rhysand called over once everyone else had gotten their ice cream. Azriel had the suspicion, which was confirmed by the worried look on his High Lords face, that Rhysand was disappointed in the chaperone he had sent over.

“Yeah!” Cassian called back, and the three of them moved over to the rest of the group. Elain walked a little closer to Azriel for Rhysand’s liking, but she didn’t notice the looks Rhys kept shooting at them. She was too content with her ice cream and Azriel’s presence to notice anything else, and the entire walk home whenever she would glance over at Azriel a blush would spread on her cheeks and she would quickly look away because he was already looking at her.

The next day Elain woke with a pounding head, a dry mouth, and an upset stomach in her entirely too bright room. She was still in her clothes from last night, but apparently she had remembered to at least take off her shoes before throwing herself into bed. She sat up slowly and nearly fell back down again from the way her head exploded in pain. Why would anyone do this? Elain asked herself as she gingerly got up from the bed and made her way to her bathroom.

Because it felt so good last night, Elain answered herself and cringed as she looked in the mirror. Her hair was limp and frizzy, there were pillow marks on her face, and her breath tasted like stale sugar.

Elain quickly brushed her teeth, and minty flavor woke her up enough to remember some of the events from the night. It was fuzzy, but she remembered dancing with Azriel and sharing ice cream with him. His body was so warm and hard against hers a shiver skittered through her skin just thinking about it, maybe they would do it again — sober. Like a date. Elain tried to suppress the smile that formed on her lips at the thought, but she couldn’t help it. Maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding the night of the solstice. Maybe there was a good reason Azriel had rejected her kiss. After getting a shower Elain started to feel human again, and when she left her bathroom she saw a lovely purple gown laid out on her bed along with a vial of headache powder and she noticed a glass of water sitting on her night stand.

Warmth bubbled in her chest at the thoughtful gesture of either Nuala or Cerridwen. She was eternally grateful for their friendship and the sense of peace and acceptance they gave her after Elain turned fae. She made a mental note to get them extra special solstice gifts.

After dressing Elain made her way downstairs in a pace fit for one of the snails in her garden. With every step of her foot the content in her stomach would slosh around and Elain would have to take a deep breath to settle her stomach. She made it her priority to find the nausea powder before anything else, but as soon as Elain’s feet touched the ground floor her eyes snapped to the tall red-head that was chatting with Rhysand.

Lucien.

The contents of her stomach turn sour at the sight of him. What was he doing here, Elain thought. She had hoped to sneak away and talk to Azriel today, but all chances of that were dashed now. Azriel always stayed away whenever Lucien was here.

“Elain!” Rhysand exclaimed and turned to her with a smile. Lucien turned with him and gave a small smile.

All Elain managed was a pinched smile in return. Her hands clenched her dress as she asked Rhys, “Where is everyone?”

Rhysand gave her a non answer before turning back to Lucien, and it was obvious to Elain that they were talking mind-to-mind, and it didn’t look very pleasant. Rhysands expression was similar to the one worn in Hewn City, the one that warned others against messing with him, and Lucien’s expression was resentful. It wasn’t until Elain felt that nagging tug on her ribs that she realized what they were talking about, and before she stopped herself the contents of the stomach were all over the floors.

She found a little bit of consolation knowing that some of it got on Rhysands shoes.

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mooshys · 3 years

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top ten hq!! guys I would love to go to waffle house with at 2 in the morning

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a very subjective list of the hq guys I would love to take with me to waffle house and what they would be like in the greatest american restaurant known to mankind. kind of unhinged, but I don't care!

reference of waffle house environment for those who are unfamiliar.

warning: a bit of sailor mouth

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10. NISHINOYA -> has a lot of energy and wouldn't judge you if you texted him asking to go to waffle house. very fun to be around, but you gotta watch him because one second he's eating his bacon strips, the next he's wearing the fry cook apron and making sunny side up eggs for the construction workers at the table behind yours... ends up getting a job there once you two finish eating.

9. YAKU -> he comes willingly, but complains about how late it is until you two finally seat yourselves. ends up accidentally spilling a lot of gossip 'cause he's exhausted and doesn't even care that he just exposed lev for not being able to read an analogue clock. orders the all star special and finishes it in a fit of rage because the waitress gave him a to-go box when he was only halfway done. gets food poisoning the next day and swears off waffle house for the rest of his life.

8. SEMI -> acts like he's in a coming of age movie. dresses all nice in an oversized denim jacket, a crisp white t-shirt, and black slacks. who are you trying to impress? eat your damn biscuits and gravy, this is a waffle house! anyway, after his initial monologue about youth before ordering his coffee, he's fun to hang out with. takes neat instagram pictures for you and shares a spotify playlist about waffle house with you the next day.

7. GAO -> takes forever to decide if he wants to go to waffle house or not and pales at the yelp reviews. goes "they only have 1 and a half stars and the most recent review says they got mugged when waiting for their scrambled eggs?" this isn't the ritz-carlton, gao! besides, the best waffle houses are the ones that end up on the evening news! anyway, his knees reach the table when he's sitting in the booth and he hits his head on the light fixtures when he gets up. tries to help the waitress by handing her all the plates stacked up, but his fingers slip and he accidentally drops them all. never goes to waffle house again. cringes whenever you so much as bring up waffle house near him.

6. BOKUTO -> very excited about going to waffle house at 2 in the morning and speeds over to your place to go. in fact, he's so excited about waffle house that he ends up eating way too much and throws up everything he ate as soon as he steps foot out of the restaurant. once he stops throwing up, he goes right back inside and orders another omelet to-go. tells all his friends about him throwing up and asks you the next day if you want to go to waffle house with him again.

5. USHIJIMA -> he's big and buff and strong, so no one will mess with you guys when you're sharing your waffles and hash browns. he barely fits in a booth because of his big badonkadonks and the waffle house mugs look tiny in his hands. eats your leftovers when you ask, but says that he thinks the food is kind of bland. since it's late, he doesn't have a lot to say and just listens to you talk. very cute.

4. HANAMAKI -> it's always a fun midnight waffle house date with hanamaki! talks about celebrities you don’t really care about and shows you a bunch of funny videos as you two share a waffle. makes the night entertaining and befriends the entire staff. they think he's sweet and give him a waffle house paper hat to wear and one of those kids meal coloring sets to which you two start playing pictionary. he isn't number 1 on the list because he makes you pay for his meal. broke bastard.

3. TENDOU -> he's normally there at an ungodly hour anyway, so this isn't anything new for him. he walks into the waffle house like it's his own home or something and tells the waitress "the usual" when ordering (she has no idea what his usual is and just gives him the all star special). takes a bite of waffle and then waterfalls the syrup into his mouth. mixes all the syrups into your coffee and tells you to drink it; you're hesitant at first, but you soon learn his weird food combinations taste pretty good. has nicknames for all the waitresses and calls the fry cook "my man" while doing finger guns.

2. OSAMU -> doesn't judge you for your midnight cravings and is always down for waffle house. honestly, he doesn't care if it's denny's or ihop or waffle house, just give him his damn food! will gladly eat your leftovers when you're too full. can stay in the restaurant for hours. since it's late, he speaks in a low voice that sounds incredibly comforting. makes eating at waffle house look sexy. unfortunately, he talks with his mouth full, so points off for that.

1. SUGAWARA -> rejoice if he accompanies you to waffle house! he's normal enough that he isn't going to cause a scene, but also wild enough that no one's gonna rob you two when going back to the car. has a pink taser on him that he waves around in the parking lot and yells "I have a taser!" as he turns it on and off like it's a damn fireworks show. looks at you with love in his eyes from across the booth even when you have maple syrup staining your shirt. all the waitresses call him "sugar" and adore him because he has basic table manners. leaves fat tips and asks if you want to go to mcdonalds to grab an oreo mcflurry afterwards. marry him.

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What about a Soft!Mob!Tom where the reader is suuper pregnant and tom gets anything she needs (like cravings or something), and even cuddles her.

Love u

grrr this is so cute. so so so so so cute. thanks for requesting! cw: food.

– it’s mob monday !! –

“How’s that, darling? Is that better?”

Tom’s looking at you, concern written across his face. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, his shirt crumpled. For the last two minutes, he’s been fussing around you, trying to fluff up the pillow behind your back so you’ll be comfortable. It doesn’t matter how much you move and try to reposition—there’s been a sharp pain jabbing into your lower back for the last hour, and it’s been incredibly irritating.

You hum, shifting around slightly as you test the waters with this new position. A broad smile finds your mouth.

“Better!” You announce. You sigh as you lay back, your hand drifting to rest on the curve of your baby bump. You’re eight months pregnant, and though you’re enjoying your pregnancy for the most part, it’s grown tiresome. Your hormones are all over the place, your feet hurt all the time, and the cravings have been incredibly intense.

“Can I get you anything else?” Tom asks. He reaches down to rest his palm on your belly, his pinky finger wrapping around yours. His eyes are tired but still so full of love, and you feel your heart do a backflip as you meet them.

“No, I’m okay.” You link your hand with his and squeeze him softly. “You should go back to your meeting. I’ll be fine here.”

He frowns, his eyebrows scrunching together. “If you need anything—anything—you call me. Okay?”

You bite back the smile that threatens to seize hold of your features, and nod. Tom’s been incredibly protective for the entire duration of your pregnancy, looking after you more than you’d ever expected him to. He’s always taken care of you, but it’s been upped—he’s uneasy whenever he doesn’t have an eye on you and doesn’t like being away from you for too long. He’s incredibly doting, and giving, and patient, and you love him so much it makes your heart hurt.

“Go,” you urge, knowing he’d happily blow off another meeting for you. “I just need to rest. Go do your job, mister.”

He kisses the back of your hand before begrudgingly stepping away.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

For a while, you flick through the programmes on the large tv attached to the wall of your bedroom, only paying partial attention as you’re between sleep and consciousness. However, when a cooking show comes on screen, you find yourself waking up. You look at the screen, your eyes widening as they fall upon the delicious spread of food. Suddenly, you feel an incredibly strong, inconvenient craving come on.

You groan as you reach out, looking for your phone. You’re distracted by the tv as you write out some simple messages to Tom.

You: hey can someone get me one of those waffles from that market in camden pls You: a really big one with the strawberries and the syrup on You: please xxxx You: oh and cinnamon. thanks

Tom: give me ten minutes

You smile as you put your phone back on the mattress, stretching your arms out above your head as you sigh happily. Tom’s got men on the ground all across the city, so you don’t feel as bad as you did when you’d begged him to go out at 3am to bring you KFC. He’d done it, because he loves you, but you’d still felt guilty. It eases your heart to know he’ll probably just relay the message to someone else and then continue with his meeting, unbothered.

Instead, you find the bedroom door opening nine minutes later, and in strolls Tom, waffle in hand, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Here you go, my darling,” he announces. He passes you the plate and kisses your forehead before waltzing off to the side, his fingers going to his tie.

“Fuck,” you moan, taking the first bite of your food and feeling your tastebuds delight. “Thank you.” You look to Tom and frown as you see he’s stripping off. “Wait, what about your meeting?”

Tom quirks an eyebrow. “You need me,” he says, stating it as a fact.

You nod along, deciding not to tell him that you needed the waffle, not him, because now he’s walking towards you, shirtless and in a pair of grey sweats, and you realise...yeah. You’d quite like a cuddle.

“Definitely,” you agree. You finish eating and Tom takes the plate, putting it on the side. He offers you a glass of water, then waits for you to finish that too before approaching the bed. “Ah, fuck. I need to pee.”

Tom briefly rolls his eyes, well used to this by now. “You always need to pee,” he teases. He pulls back the duvet and offers you both hands, which you gratefully accept.

“Yeah, well, try carrying around a baby, and maybe then you’d understand.”

Tom kisses your temple before you walk away. You’re quick through the bathroom, and you find yourself yawning as you dry your hands on one of the soft cotton towels. When you walk back into the bedroom, you discover it considerably tidier than you’d left it. Tom’s apparently passed over it like some sort of cleaning fairy, and he’s moved away all the scattered clothes and dress pillows. He’s sitting in bed waiting for you, the big light switched off, and he’s apparently just as prepared as you to have a nap despite it only being late afternoon.

“You’re very cute,” you say as you get back into bed. You snuggle down and Tom curls into your side, throwing one of his legs over yours as he presses his face into your neck. His hand goes to your bump as he kisses up your neck, very softly.

“What d’you mean?” He mumbles, voice quiet and soft. His fingers draw light circles over your belly, and you hum contentedly. Already, you’re feeling sleepier, just from the darkness in the room and the warmth coming off Tom’s figure.

“So attentive,” you say. “So sweet. So...soft.”

Tom grumbles into your neck. “‘M not soft.”

“Yes, you are.” You snuggle further into the duvet and smile into the darkness. “Ditching your meetings for me, bringing me whatever I want, cuddling me all the time… You’re a big softie, Tom. It’s cute.”

“Hmph.” Tom rubs your stomach gently. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay. Happy mum, happy baby.” You roll your eyes as he repeats the buzz phrase which has characterised your pregnancy. Happy mum, happy baby has been his mantra. You aren’t complaining. It’s worked out quite well for you.

“Yeah, but when the baby’s here, you’ll be ditching me for her.”

“Never, darling, never.” Tom chuckles as he kisses your jaw. “You’ll just need to share the spotlight. Can you do that?”

You bring a hand up to play with his hair. “I think I’ll be able to figure something out,” you reply. You’re quiet for a few moments, your eyelids falling shut as you let yourself relax. You’re very content, with Tom’s soft curls against your neck and his soft breathing fanning out across your skin. You feel full of love. “‘M sleepy.”

“Go to sleep,” he whispers. Tom turns his head to kiss your shoulder. “I’m here.”

“Okay,” you mumble, yawning. One of your hands goes to rest on your stomach, and Tom repositions his palm so it’s resting on top of yours.

“Sweet dreams,” he coos. “Sleep well.”

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