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calicoheartz · 3 days

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Request:

Can you make a Paige x reader inspired by from the start by laufey.

Paige adores reader. Their dads have always been good friends. So they were always together when they were younger. (as in the song) Paige is like kinda nervous around reader, not the most confident in herself. And now at UConn she is still all over reader, her confidence has improved but reader is oblivious to her feelings. (So basically a Paige pov, but you can mix it between the two)

Hope u like my request! 💗

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ; 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒

꣑୧ — summary | you and Paige had been inseparable since the two of you were younger, she's adored you since the day she laid eyes on you. with you oblivious to her feelings, how does she plan on making you see her the way she sees you?

wc ; 1k

— warnings | tiny bit suggestive if u squint , slowburn (?) , friends to lovers !

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : aww this was so sweet to write thank you so much for requesting anon! enjoy besties !

Paige’s POV :

I have loved y/n since the summer of when i was 13, I had known her for years prior to my quite obvious revelation.

Our dads had been best friends since university, so it was obvious that once the two of them had children, it was bound that we would be best friends.

I remember the first time I saw her, back when our dads introduced us at one of their weekend get-togethers. She was this bright, confident kid, always ready with a smile and a laugh. I, on the other hand, was the shy one, the one who'd rather dribble a basketball in the corner than join in on the games she loved to play.

Even then, I was drawn to her. I couldn't quite place why, but there was something about her that made my heart race and my palms sweat. She was always so kind, always so patient with me. As the years went by and we grew older, our dads' friendship meant we spent almost every weekend together. It was in those moments, watching you from the sidelines, that I realized I wanted to be more than just friends.

I couldn’t help but be a little envious when she got her first boyfriend, I mean why couldn't she see that I was right in front of her? I listened to all the heartbreaks, all the tears, and it made my heart ache knowing that she doesn't realize how much I truly love her.

Throughout highschool, the more time i spent with y/n the more my feelings manifested into something i could no longer control, everything she did and said made me nervous. The way her eyes sparkled under the dim lights of the basketball court after practice, the way her laugh echoed in the halls, the way her smile made me weak in the knees. Everything about her was magical, as if a drop of the heavens fell from the sky and somehow adorned her complexion, mesmerizing me every time I saw her.

Which is why when we both made the commitment to uconn, i knew i was eventually going to have to come clean to her. I couldn’t stand to watch the love of my life slip away between my fingers, and I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I never told her.

My confidence on the court has soared, and I've found my place here, but when it comes to you, I still feel like that shy girl from our childhood. I wonder if you even notice the way I look at you, the way my breath catches when you laugh, the way I can't help but gravitate towards you whenever we're in the same room.

It was just me and you, in awkward silence.

I mean how hasn't she noticed how I get quiet when there's no one else around?

But what's a girl to do? Lying on my bed, staring into the blue..

My love for her is driving me a little bit insane, I have to get this off my chest.

I'm telling you today.

Readers POV :

Paige has always been a part of my life, a constant presence that I sometimes take for granted. Our dads' friendship meant that we were practically inseparable growing up. I remember her as the quiet one, always a bit nervous, always clutching her basketball like it was a lifeline. I liked having her around, though. There was something comforting about her steady presence.

Being at UConn together has been amazing. Watching Paige on the court, seeing her confidence bloom, has been incredible. She's become this powerhouse player, admired by everyone. I'm proud of her, and I make sure to tell her often.

What I don't understand is why she always seems a little flustered around me. I mean, we've known each other forever. There's no reason for her to be nervous, right? I chalk it up to her being busy with basketball and school, but sometimes I catch her looking at me with this intense expression, and it makes me wonder if there's something more.

Paige’s POV :

Tonight, we're having one of our usual study sessions in my dorm room. I try to focus on my notes, but my eyes keep drifting towards you. You're sitting on my bed, textbooks spread out around you, a determined look on your face. It's moments like these that make me wish I could just tell you how I feel.

"Paige, you okay?" Your voice breaks through my thoughts.

I blink, realizing I've been staring. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

You give me a curious look. "About what?"

I hesitate, the words on the tip of my tongue. "About... us. About how long we've known each other."

You smile, a soft, nostalgic smile. "We've been through a lot, haven't we?"

"Yeah," I agree, my heart pounding. "And there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

You tilt your head, eyes bright with curiosity. "What is it?"

Before I can lose my nerve, I take a deep breath. "I've had feelings for you for a long time. Since we were kids. I was always too scared to say anything, but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

Readers POV :

I'm stunned. Paige's words hang in the air, and for a moment, I can't believe what I'm hearing. Paige, the girl who's always been there, who I thought I knew so well, has had feelings for me all this time?

"Paige," I start, my voice barely above a whisper. "I had no idea. I..."

Her face falls slightly, and I realize how much this confession has cost her. I reach out, taking her hand in mine. "I never noticed, but now that you've said it... it makes sense. The way you've always been there for me, the way you look at me."

She looks at me with hope in her eyes. "Does this change anything for you?"

I think about it for a moment, then smile. "I think it does. I think it's something we should explore."

Paige's face breaks into a relieved, joyful smile, and for the first time, I see her confidence shine through, not just on the court, but here with me. From the start, we've always been there for each other, and now, we have the chance to turn our story into something even more beautiful.

Paiges POV :

just thinking of you...I know ive loved you from the start.

a/n : mighttttt make a part 2 to this....THIS HEALED MY DEPRESSION WHFBQEHR!! as always, thank u sm for reading !

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thir10th · 2 days

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clothes-emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: a slow morning with Emily when you've just started dating tw: make out, no smut, just domestic fluff w Emily A/n: i was just in the mood for a little drable, what can i say

You feel a paw lightly patting your face, the soft fur tickling your nose

"Serge, please, 5 minutes" you groan at the cat that has already set on your pillow, wrapping himself in a little black ball, you'd find it incredibly cute hadn't he just woken you up an hour before your alarm went off.

You decide it's a lost battle and move to leave him occupy your pillow, burying your face on the other one, it smells like Emily's shampoo.

The woman feels your body pressing against hers, and she turns around to meet your face, her naked body pressing against yours closer now.

Her eyes still closed, she's still half asleep but she gives you a soft peck on your lips "mh-morning" she mutters.

Her silky black hair tickles your face, but you don't move, you let it cover your forehead and you inhale the scent.

"why doesn't he wake you up? he's technically your son"

"because you spoil him too much" she twists around trying to grab part of the sheet falling off the bed due to last night's activities.

Her nose scrunches in comfort, you think it's adorable and can't help but to kiss it. She barely reacts, which makes you think she's probably still too asleep to correspond.

Last night had been your 3rd real date with Emily, the familiarity you already felt being the result of the time you had spent being "just friends" until you finally gave in on your attraction to each other. You wouldn't have it any other way.

It had been Emily's turn for last night's date, after getting back from work, she cooked, opened a bottle of wine, and you ended the night making out in the coach, and the bed, and the shower, and then the bed again. You felt exhausted in the most perfect way.

"so what, i give him a little too many him treats, he deserves them" you sigh, giving up on sleep coming back to you.

You stand up, unwrapping your body from Emily's strong grip around your waist, she whines, but ends up giving it up and wrapping herself around the pillow.

You scratch Sergio behind the ears, and move to pick up something to put on so you can go make breakfast

you grab the blue shirt that she wore yesterday, and a pair of her boxers, both were laying on the floor, scattered around along with the rest of both your clothes.

You follow the trail that was left on the corridor, you find your pants and Emily's, your bra, your shirt, all the way to the living room. You pick them up, leaving them on the couch, then following to the kitchen.

You secure your headphones in your ears and pull up a favorite playlist. Coffee percolating. Music going. You hum along and gather the ingredients you need to make pancakes, the easiest recipe you could ever memorize.

You crack the eggs carefully, making sure no shells fall into the mixture, you swing around to the music in your ears, dancing to it as you cook.

One by one, the stack of pancakes gets bigger until you run out of mix, you sip on your coffee, turning around to set the table, but when you do, you jump.

"Jesus!" Emily leans on the wall, she watches you with a grin on her face "How long have you been standing there? You almost killed me"

"just enough, are you making pancakes?" she asks, you can't help but to feel embarrassed, she says she's been there enough, which probably means she's seen all your musical number, at least most of it

"Yes, you can get this there until I'm done here" you tell her, turning around to finish up, but instead of doing what you asked, she comes around you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

"you smell so nice" she whispers, her head rests on your shoulder, she kisses you there, and on your neck, leaves a trail of small, sweet kisses along your shoulder.

Her hands caress your waist, "you’re wearing my shirt" she says, pressing her lips against your pulse point which makes you chuckle "i am" you say.

Her fingers slowly brushing the bare skin behind her boxers "and my boxers" she nibs at the soft skin on your neck, the smile on your face doesn't fade, you turn to face her, surrounding her neck with your arms

"do you mind? that- that i wear your clothes- I mean"

"no, no, of course not" her hand moves to take a couple of hair strands off your face, placing them behind your hear in a loving gesture

"in fact- you look really good in my clothes" the bright smile on her face turns into a devilish one

her lips crash against yours, lips and tongue, the wetness in her soft lips making you groan on her mouth, she swallows your sounds, her hand grabs your face, yours wrapping around her waist, gripping the flesh.

You separate you lips from hers to much of your distaste "let me just finish this ok? can you wait just a second?" you ask, but she doesn't let go off you, her hands on your waist lower to get your ass, giving a light squeeze

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Emily chuckles, the intensity of her kisses and touches increasing now, tugging you back into her chest. Emily kisses the side of your head, and groans about having to wait to have you.

You finish all up as fast as you can, trying to ignore the woman-koala that's wrapped around your waist, kissing your shoulder where the shirt keeps falling off.

"ok, I'm all yours now, try not to burn me, the stove is still warm" she lets out a devilish laugh

“mh, I like how that sounds, mine”

she loves hearing you’re hers, and you know it. She bites at your earlobe possessively.

she presses you into the counter, her kisses get heavier, hotter, deeper. "Ems-" you say breathlessly "mh?" she asks, her lips back onto yours.

"don't start something you can't finish" you say taking a moment to get away from her lips, but she's back at it in no time

"who says i'm not finishing this?"

Before you can even react, she lifts you up to the counter, you wrap your legs around her waist, your ankles pressing on her ass.

"I let you in my pants a couple of times and now it's all you can think about, who would've said SSA Prentiss was such a needy woman" you joke, her lips still kissing your neck, she snatches at you and kisses you again, biting your lip a little harder than usual

"well, i guess i just can't get enough of you" her lips crashing against yours once more "you're just lucky you're so cute, or i wouldn't let you get away with something like that"

Her words have an immediate effect on you, making you whine aloud "oh, please, don't let me get away with it"

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I can write a thousand of this if you like them! I’m a sucker for intimacy and domestic Emily!!!! 😭😭😭

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rainylana · 2 days

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“Just say that one day you will.”

Dad!Eddie Munson x mom!reader

summary: a short fic about eddie and reader as parents to patty munson:)

warnings: allusions to eddie having a “past life”, mentions of having self doubts as a parent. i think that’s it?? let me know if i missed anything!

He’s covered in food, spit up. Probably pee, too. His head hurts from his hair being pulled. His stomach aches from not having time to eat. He’s exhausted. He never realized how much you had taken on being a mother until you went back to work at the newspaper office. He didn’t know how you did. How flawless you made it look. Motherhood suited you, and as much as he loved his baby, he wasn’t sure if he looked as graceful handling it all like you did.

“Come on, baby, eat something for daddy, huh?” His voice is soft, eyes wide and whimsical, hoping he can trick his daughter into taking her bottle. “If you’re cranky when mommy gets home that means mommy will be cranky. Mommy’s scary when she’s cranky, yes she is.” His using his baby voice, putting the top of the bottle to little Patty Munson’s lips.

It’s clear to him that she’s not hungry, even though it’s past her time to eat. She’s refused to go down for a nap, crying every time he’s put her down or left the room to use the bathroom. Eddie sighs, putting down the bottle on the table and leaning back into the couch. He holds her on his lap, the seventh month old staying upright by his arms. She smiles, making him laugh.

“Yeah, you think it’s funny watching me struggle, huh?” He wiggles his brows at her. “You just want held, don’t ya?”

Patty was going through another one of her phases where she couldn’t be alone, never wanting to be without mom or dad. She always needed to be in their arms, preferably mommy’s. “Well, I don’t have a problem with that.” He lifts her up and gives her a kiss on the nose.

She’s the carbon copy of him. Dark curls and brown eyes, pale skin and a birthmark on her right shoulder, same place as her dad’s. He worries one day she’ll be just like him. His older now, and when he looked back on his childhood, he felt guilty for worrying Wayne the way he did. He hoped he could raise his daughter to have more sense than he did growing up.

When five o’clock rolled around, Eddie had managed to get the house moderately straightened up. It was difficult with a baby attached to his hip. The dishes were done and the bed was made. Halfway through he had put her in the playpen, only to take her out when she had a meltdown. He nearly broke his neck running back to her.

“Oh, baby.” He nearly fell to his knees when you walked through the door.

“How’s my baby!” You smiled, running to lift your daughter from his arms. She was flailing her little limbs, squealing and laughing joyfully at the sight of you.

“I’m okay.” Eddie’s arm relaxes from the absent weight, the numbness running down his arm that he tries to shake out. “A little tired.”

You laugh at him, giving kiss after kiss to Patty’s cheeks. She’s giggling, drooling all over her red and white dress that was covered in food stains.

“Hi, baby.” You smile and turn toward him, kissing his cheek lovingly. “Rough day?”

“What makes you say that?” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “House is still standing, isn’t it?”

You sit on the couch, holding Patty on your lap. Eddie sits down beside you, relaxing into the couch cushions.

You smile affectionately, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Honey, are you sure you’re able to do this? I can take off work for a few more weeks if you need me to.”

“No, no, I’ve got it, babe.” He puts his other hand over yours. “I do. Promise. You did your part. Carried her for nine months and spent another six taking care of her. You need a social life to, y/n. It’s time I do my part.” He smiled at you lovingly, meaningfully.

“We’re finally at a place where money isn’t a problem,” He continues. “I want you to be happy and have a job you love. I don’t mind taking off work for awhile. Wayne and Gareth got the Job okay.”

Your emotions are flooding through you, causing you to get choked up inside. You sigh, laying your cheek on the dark curls of Patty’s head. “I am happy, Eddie. You have no idea how happy I am.”

He always chuckled when you said that, because he did. Eyes flickering between his now sleeping baby, cuddled into your chest, he rolls his eyes. “Now, she wants to sleep. I’ve been trying to get her to nap all day!”

You pat her back and smile happily, kissing the top of her head. “God, I love her so much.” You say quietly. “Isn’t it crazy? Loving her as much as you do? Sometimes I think my hearts going to explode.”

He never knew he could love someone as much as his daughter. When he met you, he never thought his love could go any further than that, but it was like his heart grew and made room for the both of you. It connected you, having Patty together. It made you closer than you could’ve ever imagined.

“I know what you mean.” His fingers squeeze her socked foot. “Sometimes I lay awake at night and just worry about all the things that could happen. I think that’s why I’m tired all the time.” He chuckles softly.

You understood that, too, nodding as you lean back into the couch pillow. He moved over to you, careful to not wake up Patty, and lays his head against your shoulder. “Thank you for giving me this life. I don’t deserve either of you.”

“Yes, you do.” You blink tiredly, looking down at his bushel of curls. “You deserve happiness, Eddie. I wish you believed me.”

He truly believed he didn’t. Though he was not the same man he once was, he had gone through his life a thief and cheating man, a liar and a conman. The things he had done haunted him at night, but you assured him he had done the things he needed to do to survive.

“One day,” He looks up at you, nose barely an inch apart. “I’ll make you my wife.”

You start to blush, eyes prickling at the sides. God, you were so happy. “Really?”

“Just say that one day you will be.” He whispers, glancing at your lips briefly. “Promise me you’ll be my wife.”

You sniffle and choke on a sob, smiling at him through your lashes. “I promise.”

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princekeerys · 2 days

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omg i saw your requests are open and could you do something fluffy with lucifer? maybe like you see something and want to buy it, but can’t and so he surprises you.

i genuinely think i suck at writing for lucifer but will that stop me? nope!

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lucifer was the sweetest boyfriend ever. always asking to hold your hand (though, you tell him he never has to ask), always making sure he’s walking on the outside of the sidewalk and you on the inside, always making pinkie promises with you. he was so unbelievably… perfect.

you were the first person he opened up to about lilith and the ideas he had had for heaven that made him fall into hell; and you listened with an open mind and a heart that you decided would beat solely for him.

it was now your fifth date, walking the streets of pentagram city. the day had gone beautifully with your arm linked around lucifer’s, the sky painted different shades of red. you followed in each other’s steps as fellow sinners were beginning to close up shop for the day.

there was one place in particular that caught your eye — ellie’s pride boutique. so good, you’ll double die! with the white lettering on a red sign, lights flashing all around it. it surely caught your attention. and lucifer noticed as he watched you with so much adoration in eyes as you went up to the big glass window, putting your hands beside your face to get a better look inside.

it was a beautiful dress, one that looked like it came out of the many fairytales you’d seen when you were still alive, a kid.

“see something you like, lovey?” lucifer’s beside you now, also taking a turn in looking through the shop’s window. “wow! that dress is amazing! i-i think it’d look really good on you… erm… know it would” he nervously laughs. “don’t you think?” you laugh at his awkwardness. it’s cute.

“i think it’s a very pretty dress, luci”

you’re putting your hand out to lay on lucifer’s chest, only to feel the soft material of his duck-patterned sheets. blinking your eyes open, rather confused, you sit up in your shared bed wondering where your doting boyfriend was.

and then you hear commotion coming from the living room.

was he creating more rubber duckies?

slipping out of bed to where the noise was coming from and just peaking your head around the corner, you see lucifer rushing around like a mad man.

and then you also see a mannequin… and that dress you saw yesterday in the window.

oh, you felt really bad.

“this has to be perfect! oh gosh, i hope she hasn’t woken up yet, i haven’t even made the tea ye- oh hi, dear!” his blonde locks are a mess and his coat is off, leaving you to see that striped shirt that you think he looks oh-so handsome in; your heart does flips on the spot. “hi, luci. what’s all this?” you point to the elephant in the room — or more-so, behind lucifer.

“oh! r-right!” he clears his throat, making sure his hair is back in order. “my dear, i saw the way your eyes lit up when you saw this dress in the window, and i couldn’t help myself. so… i woke up early this morning to go and make quick purchase of it”

you step closer, completely in awe over the fact that lucifer would do something like this for you… and the dress, of course.

“lucifer, it’s gorgeous… but you didn’t have to do this for me. i-i could’ve saved up money”

“and have you wait a year or a few months? honey, we both know you suck at saving… and spending”

“you have a point”

he takes the dress off the mannequin — with shaky hands and a bunch of nerves as to not ruin the dress. he puts the beautiful piece in your hands.

“here! go try this on! i’ll make us some morning tea!”

you make your way to the washroom and you have to admit, the dress suits you so well — you feel like a princess. your eyes keep focused on the mirror, not truly believing that such a beautiful piece of clothing was adorning your body and made you look like what fairytales were written about. you feel slightly nervous walking out to show lucifer.

he’s sat on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand as he sips from it and one resting on the coffee table in front of him.

“your highness”

lucifer looks over the rim of his cup and as soon as his eyes meet yours, he spats out his drink and becomes a coughing mess.

“oh my golly! darling! you look…” you giggle at his blushing face, curtseying as both hands hold the bottom fluff of your dress. you can’t deny, you’re a flustered mess yourself, wearing something so elegant in front of the king of hell. sure, you’re together, but his title still had that effect on you.

“yeah? how do i look?” you ask shyly. lucifer gets up from his spot, setting his tea cup gently beside yours. he now stands in front of you, his hand coming up underneath your chin, his palm soft against your skin.

“you look as beautiful as the day we met”

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 13 hours

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5 minutes (Art Donaldson)

Description: Y/N tells art she’ll be back in 5 minutes but he gets concerned when she’s gone longer

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,542k

Author’s note: Send in Challengers request please!

When Art divorced Tashi he didn’t have a place to stay so his best friend Y/N offered to split a house payment with him. Art and Y/N have been friends since college. She was there when Tashi and him began dating, when they got married and when he divorced her. Y/N had her thoughts about the relationship but never said anything to him until after the divorce. “She was like using you because she couldn’t play.” “She never loved you, she loved Tennis. You deserve better.” “She was always so bitchy all of the time.” It made Art laugh.

He agreed with her and was upset that he couldn’t see it before. Another thing he couldn’t see before was how in love he was with his best friend. She never showed interest in him like that so he thought it was off the table and even now living together she still didn’t show interest. He wondered if she thought of him as just a bestie and nothing more. He also wondered if she was hiding her feelings because she always had to because of Tashi. Tashi was never jealous of their friendship. She thought it was sweet that Art had someone to talk to that wasn’t her.

A part of Art thinks that this is what Tashi wanted. He watched as Y/N ran around the kitchen trying to cook dinner. “Are you sure you don’t want help?” He asked, she nodded and took off her apron. “Positive. Now let me go change.” She said and ran out of the kitchen. He laughed as she did so. It would be 5 minutes until he started to worry why she wasn’t back yet. He got up and walked to her bedroom door. He knocked on the door before he decided to enter it. She didn’t answer so he decided to open the door. “Y/N?” He called out but still nothing. As he entered her room he noticed that she was in the shower.

He took a minute to look around her room. It was filled with nerdy stuff that she liked and was painted purple. It was so pretty. He sat on her bed and admired how comfortable the mattress was compared to his. He didn’t hear the shower stop and when she opened the door they both gasped. She drops her towel to reveal herself to him. It was the perfect cliche moment between them. He just stared at her, he didn’t even look away or apologize. “Art?” He snapped out of it. “Yeah?” She gave him a look. “Is there a reason you’re in my room?” “I was worried you only said you were changing.” He said. She nodded and cleared her throat picking up the towel. His eyes still weren’t looking away from her.

She walked up to him, noticing that his eyes were glued to her boobs. “Art are you okay?” She asked. He looked up at her and it made her melt. The look he gave was one of lust and need. His breathing was a little heavy. She cupped his chin with her hand. He didn’t stop her nor flinch. “Do you want me Art?” She asked in a soft voice. He nodded against her hand unable to speak without whining. She pushed him back on the bed so he was laying down. She crawled on him and straddled him. Her body was still wet from the shower making him wet as well.

But he didn’t care not when he had her on top of him. She leaned down and kissed him. His hands went to her back as he kissed her back. Her wet hair covered their faces. Her hands were cupping his face as they made out. Once she needed to breathe she pulled away but he followed her lips wanting more. “I’ve always wanted you Art.” She whispered against his lips. “Really?” He asked. She nodded and her hand traveled to his PJ bottoms. He felt himself shake as she reached into his pants and touched his hard dick. Her hand felt amazing.

His hips bucked up into her touch as he let out a loud moan. It was pathetic. He was already falling apart and she was barely touching him. She kissed her way down to his dick. “These are in the way.” She said talking about his PJ pants. He nodded in agreement and she pulled them down. She looked up at him with a smirk as she grabbed his dick again. He hissed out and bucked his hips. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes were closed. She licked the base of him, making him take a sharp breath. Her hand was still on him making him beg. “Please.” He whined softly. His whines were so pretty she wanted to hear more.

“Please what?” She asked, well knowing what he wanted. “Your mouth.” He begged. “You want my mouth here?” She said and took him in her mouth. “Oh yes fuck!” He moaned. She hummed against him and took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. His hands went to her still wet hair. His hips bucked up, almost making her gag around him. She pushed his hips down so he couldn’t do that and she proceeded to give him the best blowjob he’s ever gotten. He wasn’t quiet about anything. Not that he had to be but he was very loud. The poor man probably never had anyone focus on his pleasure. It only took him 2 minutes before he was begging her to let him cum. She pulled her mouth off him and replaced it with her hand. “You wanna cum?” She asked, he nodded.

He couldn’t form words. “I wanna hear you say it.” She tells him. “Please baby let me cum.” He babbles. “Cum for me Art.” She said and replaced her hand with her mouth again. His hips bucked again and all his cum went down her throat. He whined her name as she let him ride out his high. She swallowed and pulled off him looking up at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was hard. “Holy fuck. That was amazing.” He breathed out. She chuckled and straddled him again. “You’re so pretty when you moan.” She whispered in his ear and bit it playfully. He looked at her with all the love and adoration in his eyes. “I wanna taste you.” He says. She puts her finger against his lips, “another time. I need you inside of me.” She says. He got excited at her saying another time. She positioned herself right above his already hardened cock again.

He placed his hands on her hips to steady her. She slowly slid down on him causing them both to gasp. For both of them it’s been a while since they’ve had sex. Her pussy was tight, squeezing him in. He loved every second of it. “Fuck Art. You’re so big.” She whispered as she sat on him, fully taking him in. He looked at her as she adjusted for a second. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells her, she felt her cheeks heat up. She started slowly moving her hips taking her time. He threw his head back and little pleasurable sounds filled the room. She started moaning too and looked down at where they connected. “Art baby, look at how perfect you fill me.” She moaned.

He managed to open his eyes and look at where they connected. It made him whimper. She was taking him so well and looked so hot while doing so. “It’s so hot.” She moaned. His hands gripped her hips, definitely leaving bruises as she sped up. She let her eyes close and her head fall back. The bed started rocking with them making noise. It turned them on even more. “Art, do you think you can take over?” She asked as she felt herself get weak. Without answering she flipped her over and started pounding into her.

Her moans got so much louder as he started hitting her g spot. His name fell from her lips like a prayer. His mouth was right by her ear whining. Her legs wrapped around his hips pushing him in deeper. She felt herself getting closer and closer to her release as he pounded into her. “Art, I’m so close, baby.” She moaned out. He hummed, acknowledging her but not being able to respond. He’s been on the edge this entire time but he wanted her to cum first. Her pussy clenching around him didn’t make it easier.

Her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life as she let herself go all over him. He sighed in pleasure and relief as he let himself cum as well. Her moans were extremely louder as she rode out her high. Art pulled back from her neck to watch her. Her eyes were rolled back and soft moans fell from her lips. He stared down at her as she came down from her high. She gave him a soft tired smile as her high subsided. “Wow.” She said. He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. “Oh my gosh Art.” She pulled away. He looked at her confused. “What?” “Dinner!”

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raya-hunter01 · 3 days

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WIP Wednesday-Bad Habit pt. 2

WIP Wednesday Continued....

While on vacation after his WrestleMania loss, Roman comes to Smackdown looking to talk to Savannah, who he hasn’t heard from in three weeks. Upon arrival, he sees Carmelo at the show with Savannah and makes a point to remind her just who has her heart.

Three Weeks Later

Roman’s Pov

“I can’t believe she is here with his ass,” I hissed watching Savannah and Carmelo backstage.

“Well, he is her man, what do you expect? I’d be around too if my lady’s ex was still tryin’ to get with her,” Jimmy said as I shot him a look.

“Ain’t no tryin’ to get wit her, Savannah knows what time it is and I have no problem reminding her,” I said confidently watching the couple walk over to talk to Paul.

“You know he’s getting drafted to smackdown with us,” Sefa said as I frowned at him.

“Excuse me? What the hell you talkin’ bout?”

“You heard me, Savannah told me they were drafting him to smackdown. So, when you come back from this well needed vacation, be an adult,” Sefa said a little bolder.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the so-called happy couple and it made my blood boil.

Now, I gotta deal with seeing this motherfucka every week following Savannah around like a lap dog.

“I ain’t gotta do shit but get my girl back,” I said looking at the photo on my phone of Savannah and I.

“Uce, you had your girl, but you were chasing something else.” Jimmy said as I growled.

“I wasn’t ready then and we both agreed to the breakup. I mean we stayed friends,” I said as Sefa rolled his eyes.

“Oh, so you ready to be in a relationship with Savannah now?” Jey asked as I nodded.

“Yea, I am. I know what I want and that’s Savannah, it’s always been her.”

I heard Savannah’s laugh and looked back and saw Carmelo kissing her on the neck, making her blush as our boss looked on in amusement.

“Melo! Stop,” I heard Savannah laugh he scooped her up in his arms stealing a kiss as she caressed his face.

What the fuck in she is doing with this clown? There is no way he is pleasing her like I can.

I felt disrespected watching them, I mean a couple weeks ago she was in my bed, screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

“Aye, we gotta get ready for the show, stay outta trouble,” Jimmy said as I smiled.

“Oh, I’m good fam… I’m about to head to my dressing room to watch the show,” I said still eying Carmelo and Savannah.

“We’ll see about this shit,” I muttered pulling out my phone shooting Savannah a text.

Savannah’s POV

“It’s really good to have you on board,” Paul said as Carmelo smiled, completely on cloud nine that he was finally on the main roster.

“I just want to say thank you for the opportunity and I won’t let you down,” Carmelo said as my text alerts went off, the familiar tone letting me know Roman was near.

“Who is it bae?” he asked as I nervously cleared my throat, quickly responding to Roman's message, with a question of my own that he didn't take it too kindly.

“Uh, just Trin letting me know she would be home tomorrow, and we could go shopping,” I said feeling horrible about the white lie I just told.

I mean Trin did text me that about thirty minutes ago, so it wasn’t a complete lie.

“I’m up soon so I’m going to go get my mind right,” Carmelo said as I smiled truly proud of him but those texts from Roman had me on edge.

I almost felt guilty for Kissing Carmelo before he went off into gorilla to prepare for his match.

Knowing I was playing with fire, I started toward my office ignoring Roman’s request.

Just as I tried to open the door, Roman wrapped me up in his arms holding me close, dropping a tender kiss on my neck.

Damn him….

"What are you doing?" I hissed as he chuckled at my attempt to flee from his arms.

“You just refuse to follow directions, don’t you?” Roman whispered as I looked around to see if anyone was watching us as he caressed my stomach.

“Roman, why are you following me? Someone might see you,” I said in a panic removing his arms from around my waist as he shrugged.

“I don’t give a damn what people think Savannah, but how you gon’ ignore my text and sneak off,” Roman said as I ignored him and went into my office, hoping he would get the hint but to no avail.

“I’m not doing this here with you Roman,” I whispered as he followed me into my office, slamming the door and locking it.

“You have been avoiding me for three weeks. Your gonna talk to me, 'cause this shit is getting stupid now.”

“Don’t be slammin’ my damn door! I told you I’m not doing this with you here, I’m working! I hissed as he scoffed.

“Oh, but we are doing this here. You can’t talk to me, the man you love, but you really like out here in front of our coworkers, and family with this motherfucka.

“Don’t do that..... Acting like I’m doing something to you or I broke your heart. You ended it, not me!” I screamed losing my cool.

“So to punish me you paradin’ him around, throwin’ it in my face, letting him kiss all on you n shit,” Roman hissed as I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“I didn’t parade nobody around; he has a match tonight!” I hissed pissed off at his assumptions and the pure nerve.

“Stop playin’ with me Savannah, dump the pretty boy, and let's start over. This shit has gone on long enough, I’m sorry, ok.”

“I don’t belong to you Roman; you can’t tell me what to do. We aren’t toge-” his lips crashing against mine stopping my rant.

“You do, and I belong to you,” he panted as we clawed at each other’s clothes.

It has been three weeks since we’d seen each other and we both were feenin’…..Bad.

“I’mma show you who you belong too and it ain’t him,” Roman growled, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carrying me to the couch.

“Show me then,” I taunted as he growled. Ok, maybe I took it too far. This was dangerous, we were at work, and anybody could walk by and hear us, but we didn’t care.

After he laid me down on the couch, I watched him with bated breath as he went to the counter and grabbed a towel.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he laid the towel out it out beside me.

“Take the dress off, lay on the towel, and don’t make me tell you again.” His powerful sexy voice made me clench my thighs together.

“It’s going to get messy, and I don’t wanna waste a drop. Cause I ain’t stoppin’ till you cum in my mouth, and all on this dick,” he declared with a groan.

Tingles began to wander throughout my entire body as I slid over onto the towel, taking my dress off, knowing he meant business.

The look of pure hunger in his eyes as he eagerly sank to his knees, ripping my panties before burying his face in my welcoming center as I groaned in pleasure.

He was always this way, eager to please me, and to prove a point.

What was the point you ask?.......I belonged to him.

“Roman, we can’t keep arguing and keep ending up like this,” I moaned as Roman devoured my pussy with his mouth without a care in the world as I tried to catch my breath.

“I told you I ain’t stoppin’ till you cum in my mouth,” he moaned caressing my thighs, gently lappin’ up my juices as my body arched up against his mouth.

“We gotta stop this!” I yelped closing my eyes as he continued his assault on my wet and tender pussy, working me into a frenzy as I fought to surrender my all to him once again.

“Savannah, look at Daddy,” he moaned as I willed my eyes to his, seeing that familiar gleam of pride gracing his handsome face.

Proud that he had me at his mercy, proud of the fact that he could have me any and every way he wanted.

Proud that he could have me whenever or wherever he wanted.

“Roman, wait a minute,” I whimpered pushing at his head as he raised his head slightly, replacing his mouth with two of his fingers. Though giving me a breather, he was focused on getting what he came here for.

His passionate gaze held me captive as his fingers curved against my g-spot. I gasped at the new sensation as he licked his lips watching me in awe.

“Yeeaa, you talkin’ all dat shit, but you know Daddy knows every inch of his pussy and you love it,” he moaned as my body trembled in gratitude.

“Now what do you need to tell me?” he asked, his voice deep and mesmerizing.

“Thank you, so much Daddy!” I exclaimed gripping his hand as he went deeper.

My earlier thoughts long removed; this was dangerous but so fuckin’ good.

“Your welcome baby, I love pleasin’ you,” he whispered as my body moved against his fingers. My body betraying my mind as I licked my lips.

Seeing the remnants of my essence dripping from his beard and lips was stirring something deeper within me and he knew it…

He knew it because he knew me, and he loved that shit.

“Mmhm, you see it don’t you? You love to see all dat good, good, drippin’ from Daddy’s lips and beard, don’t you?” He asked.

His fingers masterfully thrusting against my g-spot. “Yes! I love it, Daddy. Oouu, I do.. So much!” I cried.

“Uh huh, you love it cause’ it means Daddy been puttin’ in dat good work, don’t it?” Roman groaned licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come.

“Yes! Fuck, yes! “I screamed as I felt my body beginning to ache with need.

“You need Daddy’s mouth, and fingers don’t you?” He whispered as my body trembled with need as a strangled cry escaped my lips.

“Tell me Savannah, will that make my pussy cum for me?” he asked as I fell deeper under his spell and didn’t want to be rescued.

“Uh! Yes!….Roman, yes! Please…. Make me cum!” I cried, not too proud to beg nor care who could be walking by as he growled in satisfaction as I bent to his will.

“All you had to do was ask… Stop fightin’ it, Savannah. Let me give you what we both want.”

“Which is what?” I gasped, wanting to hear him say it as he smirked, nipping at my inner thigh.

“Me makin’ my pussy cum,” his deep voice confessed as he went back to work, his mouth devouring pussy whole as I screamed in pleasure.

“You’re going to cum in my mouth,” he moaned as I gasped feeling the end near as his words exciting me even more.

“ Mmm, I plan on it.”

“And then…..You gonna Cum all on dis dick,” he moaned against my sex, as he continued to lap up my juices eagerly.

His passionate gaze burning a hole in my heart and soul as he took me to the edge.

“Roman, shit!” I gasped grabbing the back of his head, as he continuously swirled his tongue around my clit, sucking, and nibbling on the sensitive nub. His fingers teasingly curving in and out of my hot wet center at a steady pace.

His mouth sending toe curling vibrations down my spine.

Suddenly he wrapped my legs around his head, going even deeper.

Shit, he ain’t playin’ right now.

“W- Wa- Wait, it’s too much…Mmm, Roman!” I screamed clawing at the back of his head as his grip tightened around my thighs.

His strong arms holding me over his mouth as he quenched his thirst.

“Shhh…….. Don’t fight it, I know just what you need…..And trust me, it’s never too much,” he moaned.

Gripping the sheets, I looked at him in awe, biting my bottom lip trying not to scream so loud as he took me higher and higher.

He looked so fucking sexy on his knees pleasuring me selflessly as I finally relaxed my body, surrendering all and welcoming all he had to give.

“Yea, that’s it…… Relax and give in to what you need,” he moaned as I writhed beneath him unable to think straight. My moans getting louder and louder.

“Oh! Fuck! Roman...Mmm, baby!.”

“Mmhm, dats it… Give dat shit some sound, 'cause’ I know it feels good,” he moaned, on a mission to blow my mind.

Carmelo who? What was this hold Roman had over me that I couldn’t resist.

“Mm, oh, Roman! I….I.. Mmm!” I screamed as he growled knowing I was close.

“I know it baby, my princess is doing so good, you almost there,” he praised as I cried in pleasure falling apart in his arms as a satisfied primal growl escaped his lips.

“Yes! Fuck!” I gasped as my body arched of the couch from the intense pleasure as he snatched my hips back to his mouth.

“Mmmhm, don’t run….. This is all for you, enjoy it.”

“Yes! Oouu, fuck!” I screamed as my orgasm continued to wash over me.

The slurping sounds coming from his mouth as he drank my essence turned me on even more as I moved against his tongue.

“Mmm, Fuck! I’m so proud of you, givin’ Daddy all dat good good.”

My state of euphoria intensified as he moaned welcoming my waterfalls, sopping me up whole as my body trembled, trying to come back down to earth.

I was emotionally and physically spent, and he loved it. His moans as he cleaned me up will definitely be etched in my mind for all eternity.

Fuck, he was so good, and he knew it.

“You’re such a good girl, fuck.” He praised wiping the remnants of my essence from his beard with a sly smile.

“I can’t believe you,” I gasps as he chuckled, pleased with himself slightly lowering his sweatpants.

“What, you looked so good, I couldn’t help it. It’s been weeks,” he said slowly gripping his dick and rubbing it along my sensitive slit.

“Roman! We don’t have…..Ah!” I gasped as he slowly guided himself inside me inch by glorious inch.

“Yess, that’s my girl, look at you takin’ it all…. Fuck, yea…Take what’s yours….Take all dis dick,” he praised as I ran my hands down his chest meeting his thrusts.

His grip on my hips tightening as he thrusted in and out at a moderate pace as I purred beneath him.

“Does he dick you down like me?” Roman asked sinking deeper as I clawed at his chest moaning in pleasure.

“Don’t ruin it, please not now,” I gasp not wanting to discuss Carmelo at the moment.

“I know he don’t, you know why?”

“Why?!” I gasped as he angled his hips hitting my A-spot, a spot only Roman has been able to find.

“Cause’ this pussy mine, and she only gets this wet for me…Yea….She only squirts for me,” Roman gloated as tears weld up in my eyes from the amazing pleasure.

“Roman, I’m close,” I gasped as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

“I know, so am I, but I need something from you first.”

“What babe?”

“Tell Carmelo it’s over and marry me,” he whispered against my lips as my eyes snapped open at his request.

“Wh..What?” asked unsure if I heard him correctly as his mouth overpowered mine as we shared a deep kiss. Only parting to catch our breaths.

“Marry me, Savannah,"” he moaned wrapping my legs around his waist as he began thrusting with wild abandon rendering me a writhing mess as I melted into his powerful embrace.

“Roman!” I cried as our lips met in another passionate kiss. “Fuck, I love you so much, Savannah,” he rasped, his declarations of love making me fall even deeper in love with him than I already was.

“I love you too,” I cried, his thrusts becoming more frantic as I blushed, hiding my face in his neck, holding onto him like a lifeline as the sounds of him swimming in my welcoming ocean filled the room.

“Uh! Shit!” I gasp in shock as I felt him smirk against my neck.

“Uh huh…. My pussy talkin’ to me real good, you bout to cum for Daddy, I know it?” he groaned, nipping at my neck as I heard a knock at my office door.

“Savannah you in there?” I heard Carmelo say as I froze.

“Roman, stop,” I whispered as he grasped my chin making me look at him.

“I already told you I wanted you to marry me. You think I’mma stop just cause’ your lil boyfriend is outside?” he asked, never stopping his deep thrusts rendering me speechless.

“Savannah, I ain’t stoppin’…. I want him to hear,” he whispered as I gasped at his words.

“Yea, I want him to know….I want him to know who you belong to,” he groaned going deeper as my back arched against him in shock and pleasure, painfully biting my lip trying to keep quiet.

When Carmelo finally stopped knocking, my phone began vibrating and it bout scared me out of my skin as I saw Carmelo’s picture on the screen.

“Look at me Savannah,” Roman demanded caressing my face bringing my attention back to him as the panic began to sit in.

Did he hear us? Did he leave? Is he waiting outside?

“Hey, I heard him leave, it’ ok. Just focus on us,” he groaned running his thumb across my bottom lip as I felt the room spinning, my head thrown back in pleasure, gasping for air.

“That’s it, there’s my beautiful girl. Let go baby,” he whispered swallowing my cries as we came together in an earthshattering orgasm.

How do we keep ending up here?

As we came down from our high, the guilt began to set in as Roman tenderly reached up and wiped my tears.

“Savannah, I want you to know as much as I wanted him to hear us, I would never put you in a situation that could hurt or embarrass you.

"I know," I whimpered as he kissed my forehead caressing my arms.

“I meant what I said, I want you to be my wife,” he said with conviction as I nodded trying to control my tears knowing I would eventually have to make a decision.

I was thankful our secret was safe for now, but I couldn’t keep going on like this.

Damn, I just kept digging myself in a deeper.

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Hilton Garden Inn

Savannah's Room

Carmelo’s POV

“Where you goin’ baby?” I asked knowing exactly where she was trying to run too…The shower….

“I’m going to take another shower,” she said casually trying to pass me as I stood up blocking her path to the bathroom.

“You don’t need another shower, especially since I haven’t even got you dirty yet,” I whispered taking her in a passionate kiss as she whimpered against me.

“Mmm, babe, I need to shower,” she moaned as I pulled her closer.

“Aye, I love the smell of you, not soap,” I moaned moving my kisses to her neck knowin’ it would drive her wild.

“Carmelo, babe,” she trembled against me.

I knew she slept with Roman tonight, and I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t….

Why?

She was never mine to begin with, she was his. I knew it from the beginning but tried to make her mine anyway.

Working her into a frenzy I pulled away, admiring her beauty.

“Why did you stop?” Savannah gasped as I caressed her face.

“I can smell him,” I whispered as Savannah stilled in my arms, fear adorning her beautiful face.

“W- Wh-What are you talking about?” she asked dumbfounded as I sighed.

“You took a shower at the building trying to hide it, but I can still smell his cologne on your dress," I said as the color drained from her beautiful face.

When were you going to tell me you slept with him?” I asked, as Savannah's eyes instantly filled with tears as I confessed my knowledge of her secret.

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buzzinrusso · 16 hours

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Erin cuthburt×reader🙏

I WOULD NEVER //ERIN CUTHBURT

Genre:angst/fluff at the end

Prompt:you and your long term girlfriend, Erin, get into a very heated fight which results to her walking out of your house and you misunderstanding the situation.

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"You don't get it! you never will! " Erin yelled in frustration as she paces around the room looking at a very irritated you.

"Okay! I get that but you are my girlfriend! I can't see you bury yourself with all the training sessions, workouts, photoshoots and more! " your eyes welled up with tears as you spoke. "So you know how embarrassing it is to be stood up by your own girlfriend in front of your family?! "

You're talking about the incident that occurred earlier today.

You and Erin were supposed to meet your parents and siblings for lunch, Erin had 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 you that she would show up, not wanting to stand you up another time.

Obviously that promise was broken, which lead to the heated argument you were currently having.

"How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry! I've apologized a million times already!" She said with her thick accent that came out when she was angry.

"Erin, that wasn't the only time you've stood me up. I'm your girlfriend for God's sake! You can't keep doing shit like this! You broke your promise, you said that you would go but you didn't! And you didn't even text me to say that you're not gonna be coming! I had to sit there like a fool with my family, assuring them that your were probably late! "

"Oh my gosh! So what if I broke my promise? Get fucking over it " she let out a sigh of irritation and started walking away towards your shared room.

"Don't you walk away from me! We are having this conversation now! " you started fully on crying.

You were sick of getting g stood up, you were sick of being embarrassed whenever Erin promised to show up but didn't, but in the end, you love Erin with your entire heart, too much to leave her as you fully believed that you would never have survived your dark days without her.

That's why you panicked when you spotted Erin getting her shows from the closet.

"Are you leaving? " your voice quited down a little

"I cant fucking do this anymore! " she yelled before she stormed out of the house.

Your heart stopped as you watched the scene unfold. Did you just lose the love of your life? Did she just walk out on you? She probably won't be returning.

Your mind immediately went to the worst possible answers. You didn't know what to do as sobs racked through your body, you didn't mean to lose Erin. You really didn't.

In reality you hadn't lost Erin, you just misunderstood the situation, but you didn't know that yet.

Your body involuntarily slipped down the white walls of your shared-not shared?- house.

The thoughts of her moving out, breaking up with you and dating someone else intoxicated your mind. You hated it.

Of course your mind went to those places. Whose mind wouldn't when their significant other yells out that they 'can't do this anymore' after an argument and walks out?

After about 45 minutes of sobbing, Erin finally went back to the house. With flowers in one and and her phone in the other, Erin went into the house only to be greeted by eerie silence.

Only did she hear the sounds of your muffled sobs coming from the bedroom did that silence break.

She quickly sprinted up to your room and when's he opened the door, she was greeted by you lying face down on the bed sobbing your heart out into the tear stained pillow.

She immediately raced to your side, making you flinch at the sudden contact and jolt up from the place where you were lying down.

You sniffles quieted down when you saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with a concerned look on her perfect face.

The sight of her made you calm down slightly.

"Why are you crying? I'm so sorry for making you cry baby, I swear I didn't mean to my love. I'm so so so sorry. " her words were rushed out as she pulled you into a hug that you melted into, but were clearly filled with concern for you. Her eyes proved that.

"I thought you broke up with me. " she barely get out because of your strained voice.

"I would never. I don't think k I'd ever survive if not for you. I'm so sorry I'm made you think that way but I assure you that I will never leave you. Not now nor anytime in the future. " she said as she began to tear up too. She couldn't handle seeing you cry, whenever you cried she did too.

It was the same way that some people had contagious smiles that you had a contagious cry.

"Then why did you say that you couldn't do this anymore and walk out? "

"I meant that I couldn't stay in the house anymore, I'm sorry baby I should've worded better, and as for the walking g put part, I. Needed a break so I walked around the area a little and got you flowers, ready to apologize. " she explained to you and to say that the new revelation was reliving to you would be an understatement.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm should've been more considerate , I should've never stood you up all those times and I'm sorry for every single thing that I did to make you upset. From now on, I swear that I will keep all of my promises and with that, I promise you to never ever purposely let a tear she'd form those pretty eyes of yours. "She then wiped the tears off of your eyes and proceeded to place kisses all over your face, making a slight smile breakout on your face.

And she did. Erin kept her promise in the future.

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tomssexdoll · 2 days

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Heyyy I love your writing

can you please write a smut about highschool basketball player tom x cheerleader girlfriend where he just had a game and their school lost so to make him feel better she gives him a bj and lets him do all the stuff he likes in bed

YUH

Get your head in the game

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Tom keeps losing his basketball games and his school is in danger to not go to finals, Tom is really upset, worse then usual and y/n decides to cheer him up...

A/N: ily all

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, teasing, eating out, sucking d, fingering

"Fuck!" I heard Tom yell, their school had lost yet another basketball game. Tom would usually carry the team but he was lacking lately, not shooting properly, tripping over his own feet.

We've been dating for a couple of months, I thought it was because of me but I realized, even when we started dating and I showed up to his practices and games he never acted like this.

Me and my cheer squad sighed, the other team and their cheerleaders cheering and jumping up and down, Toms team cursing the other players and running off court.

I turned around to pack up my pom poms and grab a drink of water when I felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around my waist, I smiled to myself "yes tommy?" I called out, rummaging through my bag.

"We lost another game..fuck..if we keep losing we won't be able to play finals," he sighed, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I know schatz, let's just go home ok?" I grabbed my bag and took his hand, leading him to the changing rooms.

I changed out of my uniform and into some comfy sweatpants and one of his hoodies, meeting him outside, his shoulders slumped and mood not any better, "liebe don't be so sad, you can just work on your skills for like 50 minutes and you'll bounce right back to your old self, you're overthinking it" I caressed his cheek, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

He nodded and held my hand, walking back to the car and driving back to my place. He was still moping when we got home, slouched on the couch, watching TV.

I was in the kitchen, just making a snack, my mind filling with worry seeing him like this. Usually he'd let it out and bounce right back to his normal self, but he needed something better to cheer him up.

I ditched my food and walked over to him, sitting down and caressing his cheek, looking up at him, "don't be sad baby.." I kissed him softly, rubbing his arm, "y/n you're a cheerleader..you don't understand how important basketball is to me..if we lose then it'll set us back so far" he sighed, burrying his head into my neck.

"How about I cheer you up, hm?" I ran my hand down to his crotch, palming his cock. His head shot back up and eyes lit up, nodding eagarly, "please.." he whined, bucking his hips up.

I giggled and got onto my knees on the floor, moving in between his legs, a tent forming in his pants, "luckily my parents won't be home until after 10pm" I smirked, grabbing onto his pants and boxers, shoving them both down at the same time.

His cock sprung free, throbbing and needy, I started off by kissing his tip softly, pumping his cock a few times. "Ohh baby.." he groaned, his hand slithering to the back of my head, holding onto my hair softly.

I lowered my head onto his cock, engulfing every inch. "Oh my god..s'good.." he groaned, guiding my head up and down his cock, I started to pick up my pace, bobbing my head up and down, his tip hitting the back of my throat and making me choke a little.

"Yeah..choke on that cock.." he grinned, staring down at me as my mouth went to work. He grabbed one of my hair ties from my wrist and tied my hair up, grabbing the ponyhair and pulling on it, "fuckk.." he grunted, throwing his head back.

Saliva started to build around my mouth, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth, wet, sloppy noises coming from my mouth. "Such a good girl.." he mumbled, his cock twitching inside my throat, signalling his release.

"Don't stop baby, so close.." he whined, his grip on my hair tightening as he started to thrust himself into my mouth, making me gag on his cock, "fuckk!" he cried out, shooting his thick cum deep into my throat, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to calm down from his orgasm.

I slowly pulled away, swallowing his cum and sitting back on the couch, my legs slightly wobbly. "I'll let you do anything to me baby, cmon" I whispered in his ear, getting up and guiding him to my room.

I layed down on my bed, slipping my pants off, leaving me in a baggy hoodie and my bright pink panties, a patch of wetness stained on them. "Fuckk.." he smirked, climbing onto the bed and hovering over me, pulling the hoodie off and setting it aside, hands coming to my back and clipping my bra off, my perky breasts spilling out.

He growled lowly and dove his head into my tits, sucking sweetly on my nipples, biting down to tease me. "Oh tom.." I moaned softly, my fingers tangling in his dreads, taking his cap and beanie off, throwing them across the room.

He pulled back, tying his dreads into a bun on top of his head, a few pieces sticking out. "Let me eat that pretty pussy," he smirked, peeling my panties off and moving his head in between my legs, admiring my wet cunt, glistening in the light.

I bit my lip, his tongue latching onto my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body, "oh fuck!" I cried out, my legs closing in on his head, "mm..you taste so good.." he grinned, slipping a finger inside my pussy as he ate me out.

"Tom! Ah!" I whined, bucking my hips up, his tongue flicking at my sensitive nub. His fingers pounded into me, slick coating them. "Cum for me baby.." he groaned, the vibrations on my clit sending shivers down my spine.

He sucked and nipped at my clit, removing his finger, exploring every inch of my pussy with his tongue. "You like that baby don't you?" he growled, sucking harder, knowing that he was driving me crazy.

I nodded, moaning loudly and tugging on his dreads, he chuckled, returning to his task with even more enthusiasm. His cock twitched in his pants, he loved hearing your sweet moans, it was like music to his ears. He quickened his pace, determained to make me cum hard and fast.

"So close! Fuck!" I cried out, "that's it, cum for me baby." Tom growled, feeling me getting closer and closer. He added his fingers back in me again, thrusting into me in time with his tongue. He suckled harder on my clit, wanting to push me over the edge.

"Cum for me baby, I want to hear you scream he name" he smirked, eyes darkening as he continued his attack on my pussy. His fingers pumped into me faster, flicking his tongue on my clit at an inhuman pace.

"Oh fuck!" I whined loudly, cumming all over his face, my juices coating his fingers. He removed his fingers, licking all the cum off it and diving his tongue into my sopping cunt, slurping up every last drop, making sure I was completely satisfied.

"Fuck baby..that was amazing" he chuckled, licking his lips clean and hovering over me, wiping away the sweat beads on my forehead and flipping us over, letting me rest on his chest.

"You did so well baby..made me feel better" he kissed the top of my head softly, rubbing my back.

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cultofdixon · 1 day

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Relapsing back to old habits

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Youngest Dixon Sister!Reader • It’s been years since the world fell and Daryl thought you would tell him anything that bothered you. But here you were finding out your brother found your stash • ANGST/SFW • TW: Relapses / Marijuana / Scars / Injuries

Requested by: Anon

“Y/N?” Daryl called out when he entered the house after taking his morning watch. “I could use a hand with the snares around the gates”

Nothing. Which…was weird for his sister. But even then, she’s not the excited little girl that would come running at a full sprint to greet her brother anymore. She still would greet him with her presence minus the bone crushing hug.

To be honest with you, Daryl wished she didn’t grow up in the conditions that she did. Let alone grow up in an apocalypse. The end of the world changed everybody.

Daryl decided to make his way to her bedroom to see if she was in there. The Dixons stay with the Grimes given Carol moved to the Kingdom. The two help with the kids, ever since Rick’s disappearance.

It was a lot.

Whoever didn’t feel for Michonne, was just an asshole. Imagine finding out you’re pregnant while your husband explodes.

Then there’s Daryl, you’ve lost so much in this lifetime that the closest thing to a brother just is gone with zero remains…who knows what’s he’s battling internally.

The last thing he’d want is to lose his sister in all this mess. He wanted to spend time with her in that moment but not finding her was irritating him.

“Where is that girl” Daryl frowns knocking on her bedroom door only for no reply so he decides to open it.

He likes to remember when they used to live in a one bedroom apartment with Merle.

During arguments Y/N would storm off and close her door in Daryl’s face that it annoyed him to where he’d tell her “don’t make me remove this door”

But he never did. Hell, he added a lock to the door because of Merle’s high escapades getting more aggressive

Daryl checked around the room for any signs of her leaving but even if Y/N is an adult now and doesn’t need him to know where she’s at 24/7…it’s a security thing for her for him to know. Her calling card is leaving her lucky rabbit’s foot that he got her during their prison days on her night stand to tell him she’s still around. She doesn’t leave the community without it.

As he went to pick it up, he kicked something under her bed and while part of him shouldn’t check it. He decided to do so anyway.

To Daryl’s surprise…a rather unpleasant one

“Fuck…” Daryl frowns opening the box to find her stash. It was two boxes of smokes, a baggie with what he assumes to be weed, and the obvious lighter. I thought she quit he only started to feel worse.

The fuck you have there?!

U-Uhm. Weed?

Y/N. You didn’t get that from Merle did you?! His shit is always laced with something! Please fucking tell me—-

No! I didn’t! I got it from a friend…I wasn’t going to smoke it

For the love of whatever god out there. Don’t ever.

Daryl it’s not going to kill me…

“C’mon Dog, gotta grab my gear before Daryl comes” Her voice echoed the hall causing Daryl to freeze in his place knowing damn well he won’t be able to escape.

Dog nudged the door open with his snoot and stared directly at Daryl. He found a Mal pup in the woods and thought Y/N could use a companion when he was gone looking for Rick.

All the eldest Dixon could do was stare directly at Dog and wait for his sister to shortly come in to notice the staring contest. More importantly the box where she keeps her stash being open in Daryl’s lap.

They’re just cigarettes, bubs. You smoke them

Yeah, don’t mean by baby sister should

As much as I appreciate you being the father figure in my life over Merle. You gotta realize it’s the end of the world. Once the pack is gone, I won’t do it anymore.

You promise?

If it helps you sleep at night, Dar. I promise

Y/N was now the one staring blankly at Daryl as she shoves her hands in her coat pockets not uttering a word. But also not freaking out either. She didn’t want this to become an argument so she walked toward him taking the box from his hands and setting it on the nightstand. Next to be grabbed was her rabbit’s foot as she attaches it to her belt loop on her pants.

“My bow is downstairs, I gotta pack my bag. Mind waiting down there?” Y/N knew what his original intentions were, given Aaron was informed what he was doing and when he saw her walking the community he informed her of her brother’s whereabouts.

The eldest Dixon decided to listen and leave to meet her downstairs.

Soon the two were walking the woods tracking a deer, Y/N glances every once in a while toward Dog who happily trotted beside her in a sweater she made for him. Ignoring the worry filled silence coming from her brother. She seems to have to break the silence more nowadays.

“Any news? On Rick?”

“Nah…was thinking of expandin’ my search. Go further up the river”

“Mm.” Y/N frowns turning away from her brother to check some damage done to a tree to see if it’s a walker or something else.

Daryl watches her carefully noticing her saddened expression after telling her plans about heading further away in the search for Rick. He only snapped out of it when they heard the snap of twigs and spotting the deer.

Before Daryl could even ready his crossbow, Y/N stopped him which he then noticed the two babies with the deer.

“You promised”

“So did you” Y/N frowns walking away to go further into the woods without disturbing the deer and in hopes of finding something else.

You said you’d stay this time

I am gonna stay. Michonne just had RJ and the community needs help.

Is that all?

What do you mean?

The end of the world took a lot from me too Daryl. The last thing I’d want is to lose you too

You won’t ever lose me, bug.

You don’t know that.

Y/N…what do you want me to do? To reassure yea that I’m not going anywhere.

Please just stay. Go out until nightfall, come home at the end of the day. Just so I know you’re alive and not…

Okay. I promise.

You better not be telling me what I want to hear.

Bug, I promise.

The arrow pierced right into the raccoon as the squeak it made only hurt Y/N. But meat is meat nowadays. As she went to retrieve her arrow and her catch, Daryl couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Why’d yea hide that stuff from me?”

“Because I’m an adult. I’m allowed to have some privacy with my belongings”

“Fine. But you said you stopped smoking. Hell—-You’ve got weed! Where the fuck do you come across that?!”

“That’s none of your damn business!” Y/N snapped at him as she felt the regret, she felt the pain she’s been internalizing—numbing. “I can handle myself, Daryl. I ain’t an addict like Merle. I ain’t gonna go crazy and tear myself apart just because of some marijuana and cigarettes”

“How can you be for certain?”

“Because my brother never coming home does the job” Y/N felt the tears come on as she quickly turned away to try and stop them. Daryl tried to rest his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away. “You ain’t the only one to lose Rick, but why does losing that man mean I have to suffer and never see the only blood I have left”

“Y/N…”

Y/N tensed to the sound of crunching as Daryl quickly readied his crossbow and shot at the sound. One of many squirrels they’d be getting out there. As he passed her to grab his catch, her tears fell.

“When we found the prison, you promised then you’d always be there for me.” Y/N formed fists to contain her anger and slow the tears. “Then Merle died and you were wrecked…so I took on a lot because I couldn’t process my feelings. He was a dirtbag. But he was my brother. It killed a part of me that I wanted an escape that wasn’t harming myself directly. I couldn’t find shit then so I suffered. Then you got kidnapped and I destroyed Carol’s house in Alexandria. I tore off the wallpaper, broke all the dining room chairs, threatened to kill Spencer and broke all the glassware…I thought I had lost you then and I couldn’t escape that old familiar feeling…then the day after Rick died, you left and I cried for days. I lost someone important to me permanently and temporary at the same time. He meant a lot to me too, Daryl. He saved me countless times and I will forever be in the Grimes’ debt. But why did you have to go back on your promise all the fucking time?” She pulled herself away storming off in a sense as Daryl quickly picked up his catch and followed her.

“Y/N—-I was—-“

“Nah. None of that “I was doing this for more than me” crap. Because Michonne would understand if you took breaks and shit. But you never did. Never even bothered to check on me when you did come home…”

“Y/N…”

“I was 15 when this shit started. Now I’m in my 20s and I want the whole fucking world to just burn because of how many times it’s burned me…” Y/N frowns, tripping on an outgrown tree root resulting in Dog quickly sniffing her and Daryl rushing to her side being pushed off of her at first. “Why did you leave me? You’re my big brother and you left me” she sobbed leaning into Daryl as he wrapped himself tightly around her feeling the tears wet his eyes.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to…I thought I owed him something. I do owe him my life and just…I’m sorry I stopped trying for yea. I should’ve done better”

Y/N simply continued to sob and latched onto her brother feeling him tighten his hold.

“Please don’t leave me anymore…take me with you or just stay longer”

A few hours passed since then and Y/N found herself on the porch steps with Dog laid by her feet while she took out one of her cigarettes and her lighter. She struggled a bit for the light and it felt like a sign when Daryl handed his zippo to her after stepping out for his own smoke.

“Supporting my bad habits?”

“Nah, joining” Daryl brought himself to sit beside her causing Dog to stir and bring himself to rest his head on his knee. As Daryl starts to pet the pup, Y/N lit her cigarette smoking it a bit before sharing with her brother. “So I have a proposal”

“You leaving again and trying to butter me up with something?”

“Nah. I want yea to come with me.” Daryl stated watching the confusion write itself on her face. “Two sets of eyes are better than one…and Dog”

“…if you have something of Rick, maybe Dog can pick up something” Y/N suggests taking her cigarette back. “We could make camp out there”

“Exactly. Even visit the other communities.” Daryl started, watching her light up slightly and give him a more curious look. “See Carol and Zeke”

Her smile that he’s missed for so long returned from something as simple as seeing old friends. But she was also happy to have her brother back…

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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ytmanzwhore · 3 days

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She Knows

Anthony Bridgerton x ofc!

Warnings: none. Straight up fluff lol

Anthony sighed heavily as he slumped further into his desk chair, the late hour evident throught the study as the moon shone in the window and the candles flickered low. The Viscount looked at his watch, frowning as he internally grumbled over having to finalize the months accounts rather than the numerous other things he could be doing at this hour, like sleeping.

With a sigh, he picked up his quill again, tracking the numbers on the leaf of paper in front of him when he heard the floorboards shift in the hall. When the door creaked open, his annoyance melted away as he saw his wife peek around the door.

“What are you doing awake my love?” He smiled and gestured her into the room, her form moving swiftly across the study as she made her way to his chair. Anthony had already pulled out his chair, preparing for her to come and perch on her thigh as she often did when she found him in her mate at night.

“We woke up and you were no where to be seen,” she pouted as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead. “You should come to bed.”

“I am almost done darling,” Anthony reached up to press a kiss to her neck, one of his hands drifting up to rest gently on her swollen stomach, where he could immediately feel a hand or a foot swat at him. “Are they giving you much trouble tonight?”

“Only because they want both of their parents in bed,” she gently scolded with a smile as she raked her fingers through his hair. Anthony let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped a bit in relaxation.

“I have to finish this ledger, and then I’ll be up,” he promised as he stroked his hand over her stomach again.

“I’ll sit with you,” she declared then, moving up and across the desk to a seatee Anthony had placed in the study barely a month into marriage when he realized his bride was content just spending time with him, even if it was in silence while he wrote letters and she read a novel.

“You’ll be asleep in a minute,” Antony teased as she got comfortable, picking up his quill to get the ledger finished.

“And then you’ll wake me up so we can both go to sleep,” she smiled at him, leaning her head against the cushion as he looked down at the paper in front of him. It took him a mere ten minutes to complete his task, and as suspected, when he stood up to head upstairs, she was snoring softly on her bench. With a soft smile he walked over to her, reaching out to gently cup her cheek.

“To bed my love,” he said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her pouting lips before grabbing her hands and guiding her upright. The two slowly made their way from the study and upstairs to their room. Anthony was too busy making sure his wife got her shoes off safely to notice the three forms in their bed.

“Papa,” a little voice whined sleepily, calling out for her father as Anthony stood from his crouch.

“And what are the three of you doing in here, hm?” Anthony asked as Aurelia reached out her hand for him.

“Mama said we could sleep in here,” Benjamin said with a yawn as he turned onto his tummy. “Cal got scared so he woke us up and we got mummy.”

“And mummy went to get daddy so we could keep all of our little ones nice and safe,” she said with a soft smile, leaning in to press a kiss to each of the children’s heads. “Back to sleep with you, mummy and papa are putting on their night clothes and then we’ll be in bed.”

Aurelia, Ben and Cal needed no more invitation as the three of them cuddled into one another, Cal’s little snores almost immediately filling the room.

“Did you ever think this would be us five years ago?” His wife mused to Anthony as he stripped from his day clothes. “Three babies, another on the way, happily in love?”

“You gave me everything,” Anthony said heavily as he reached out to wrap his arms around her, bringing her in for a long kiss. “I never could have imagined what marrying you would bring me. I wouldn’t change this for the world. You’re the love I never saw coming, but it’s like the universe knew what I needed.”

“She knows,” his viscountess said softly, cupping his face. “She provides, even when you don’t know what you need. She does.”

#anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #Anthony bridgerton imagine

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iceinwhb · 1 day

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Dark headcannon II

﹅ contains ;; what in hell is bad, Leviathan, sensitive content, violence, explicit content.

﹅ warnings ;; Dark headcannon, insane descrptions, abuse.

His fingers gently stroked the hair, slowly abstracting in the sensation of softness, even soft breathing, and finally, his touch ended on the cheeks.

The body shuddered under his gaze, which needed to memorize every crease and form, before it all ended hopelessly wrong.

Silence was evident, but he could still feel the slight uncertainty in Foras. That worry I always hate to death, but he could do nothing but bite his tongue every time and avoid sentimentality, on his own.

At least that was the case when Solomon's descendant was in hell, she was a danger and above all an imposed weakness. But he constantly made it evident that she was not to leave hell. Too many times to count on his hands.

And it was absurd that she would have preferred to go back and stay with a human, clearly inferior to anything he could offer her.

But he didn't bother to reflect his constant anxiety about it. In fact it was just the opposite, he hoped she make the decision to end up there.

For by then there would no longer be anything that could take her away from him. There was no longer a king she could miss, and he was, by far, far better than a mere weak mortal.

He lifted her gently, even knowing the kind of sensitivity she managed when she slept, and went back to hell. It was even easier to take each step as she slowly opened her eyes, and realized she was being robbed.

She seemed to feel the fury itching under his skin, and looked for the tiniest crack to push itself outward, but he was no longer even capable of using a rope to hang her. No, that time, he had something he should have done from the beginning.

“Who are you?” His eyes did not lower, but continued to be fixed on the path, as his fingers buried themselves more firmly into the body that was beginning to twitch annoyingly. “How did you get into my house? Where are you taking me!”

“Foras.” He made barely a simple gesture, but it was enough for Foras to stop following him and stand halfway down the hallway, knowing exactly what Leviathan wanted.

As the deeper the path he stepped on became, where not even a single bolt of lightning was able to reach him. The trembling increased, rather than the resistance, and the only salvageable reaction was how the breathing began to move with excessive force.

“What are you doing. With me.” There seemed to be a flicker of a voice, too small to compare to the first time she teased him. He would have found it boring, and would have left her there, except that it would still be obvious that she was in hell.

“Learn to control yourself.”

A tentacle slithered under the bed in the room he had entered, and lifted the furniture, moving it out of his way, even lifted the wood off the floor, opening a more secret door, and intruded into the deep darkness, as if to lead the way.

He descended the steps, ignoring even the fingers that tried to make it out of the force he implemented.

“Please, please, stop.” He paused only when the body stretched, struggling not to enter the darkness, as if there was something there, that gave her the message of danger. “I'll do anything you want, but don't do this.”

She didn't have a clue that there was a chance, and she blew it completely. He knew there was the slightest risk, and if he gave her the benefit of the doubt, it was like handing her the perfect weapon to assassinate him.

He stood, halfway up the stairs, enjoying the fear, feeding on the trembling as the torso and part of the chest pressed against his nose.

He did not insist on forcing her by his own hand, but simply watched as a groan of surprise came from her, before her body fell on the hard stairs and she was dragged down by a tentacle that clung to her throat, similar to a necklace.

He followed the body, as his attention continued on her and the way she writhed, as her hands struggled against the apostle's grip, but it was in vain, because five minutes later the body turned livid.

He smiled, as they finally reached the room, made solely for the purpose of being inhabited by the last descendant of Solomon. He almost laughed, as the apostle curled up on every limb, as a reflection of the obsessiveness to take her completely.

His eyes kept boring into her, unable to forgive her. That was just one more reason to quit hiding what he wanted, over the poor selfishness she aspired to achieve.

He refocused on the hoarse moan, and the slow movements, regaining her consciousness. The gasp that followed was just the beginning of a long process, which she took immediately into practice.

“Stop it, please, stop it.”

“Does it matter now?” He held the dirty cheeks, as the eye contact grew heavier and denser, but what was in every feature, there was fear. “You can't leave hell even if you die. You knew that, but you still made your decision.”

She opened her mouth, barely a few moments, trying to get words out that were interrupted when he held her neck and pressed down.

The windpipe was even soft, mallugged by the apostle's strength, but that didn't mean Leviathan should trust in it. He held the nape of her neck, as his fingers dug in hard, drowning out the sound that vibrated in his hand as a bone broke.

“Just a moment longer.” Another crunch filled the space, but this time, with more perpetual intent. The thyroid glans twitched even lowered the pressure, perhaps hurting itself from the sudden movement and finally he released it.

A scream came after a long deep breath, she coughed and screamed again, all mixed into a whimper that was clear right after. The cry rose, and though he must have stirred his chest, he felt nothing but anxiety.

For it was not enough, he would not have enough, and at that moment, though pain clouded the human mind, soon, the only thought she would have would be him, every moment of every day and every night.

She turned, trembling, and he allowed her to for a second, before he held her arm and stand over her body, never letting his attention leave her.

“Leviathan is the only name you must call out. The only thing you will think from now on, and the only thing you will have until your death.” Lips trembled, tears fell, and yet, though she must have been frightened, all he saw was fury. “You must hate me, to the end.”

And that was fine to him. The purest, and most mammoth hatred that blossomed with injustice, and overcame any human limitations.

“Let go of me!” She hit his jaw hard enough to make him pull away. She didn't even wait another second before she returned to lace another blow across his face, breaking his lip. She climbed over him, clearly angry.

He laughed, as he wiped the tingling, rather than stinging, blow.

“Your worthlessness transcends your own reason. Weak human.” Inevitably he yearned for more. With the same unwarranted manner, he sought to compete with his role as abuser, and take the consequences.

Not only did she hit his stability, again and again, pressing the dangerous spots, but he got what he needed.

He held her hips, even as the furious scratches snapped into his face, and he felt the raging desire again. For he wasn't capable of having her only one way, but wanted to hog every part.

And like the first time, she tried to choke him, because there was nothing she could use as a weapon. He pushed the erection to the center of her legs, knowing exactly how it would end when he clamped her wrists and tightened his grip. She gasped, sharply enough to bristle his skin, and his eyes moved immediately to the apostle's arm, which was pulling her toward him, more closer.

There were tears instead of fury, again, as if she couldn't be consistent with her feelings, but he didn't care, as long as he was the only for her. It was fine even if he pushed himself over the edge, as long as they just stayed that way.

The sobbing didn't stop, perhaps because she was finally realized that the darkness was going to drown her at any moment if she didn't cling to him, and fight for her life.

The creaking in her limbs did not stop. Nor was it going to stop, until every muscle and bone became a useless mass of flesh.

And only then, only after realizing that he was all she had to survive, would it truly be just him.

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I'll be honest… The writer side of me wants to drag it out even a little longer, and give it some closure, because it has potential to be a good novel… I guess, since it's a short story, it's not pleasant because it bores.

And I know you can't imagine it, but yes, I write. Do I make it pretty? Do you like it? lmao. If you see mistakes, again, I apologize. I was never good at editing, but I was good at writing unintelligible. (For some reason I always end up writing this at night and you know…My brain is already on its full.)

I'd like to say that Leviathan is a poor little bb looking for love, BUT that baby is already like 2000 years old breathing, so he doesn't count anymore.

And I apologize if I can't give you something that these crazy (demon) men would really give, I have a lot of respect for people who don't like this content. (And even for those who did want to, I spared them a trauma, believe me. I made a “WTF? WHAT IS THAAAAAAAT” face as I was reading, and I cut the text and redid it twice out of indecision, lmao. I don't think I'm sure about some parts either because I find the reading slow, not shocking.)

But anyway, in case you didn't know, you can write me and ask me whatever you want (requests). I am always there, I want to listen to you.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #pretty busy #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#leviathan x mc

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lau219 · 2 days

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Take It Slow

This was inspired by the reblog below that I saw from the lovely @beastofburdenxo a while back. After reading it, my mind immediately went to my OC Lauren and Cillian from Red Carpet. I hope you guys enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

***!!!Mature sexual content. Minors, DNI. 18+ readers ONLY!!!***

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Finally entering the house after what felt like much longer than five days, Cillian tried to be as quiet as possible, uncertain if Lauren was still awake or not. Squinting at the clock on the stove as he walked into the kitchen, he saw that it was 2:00 a.m., three hours behind what he’d adjusted to over the last week.

Lauren had had to unexpectedly leave Cillian in New York after the first of his interviews there five days ago. They’d flown over together, and she’d ran the day for him. She watched the recording of his video interview, and then they’d had a lengthy afternoon as he’d participated in a podcast interview at a nearby studio, shoddy equipment causing the whole process to take much longer than they’d expected. Then he had an interview for a magazine at the publication’s offices across town.

Afterwards, they’d coordinated a meet-up with Maeve’s jewelry designer friend, who’d come to New York on a trip of her own and met them back at their hotel. She’d been thrilled, at long last, to meet them in person and also see the ring again, this time on Lauren’s finger. They’d spent a couple hours happily chatting in the hotel bar before finally discussing the plan of her making their wedding bands, which was the reason Lauren and Cillian had arranged to meet with her in the first place.

Lastly, the two of them had managed to go out to dinner at a quiet, secluded restaurant they’d found before they finally headed back to their hotel room for the night, ready to shut everything and everyone else out.

Other than the first day, the whole trip was meant to be a chance for them to get away, spending some quality time alone together and also visiting a few friends in the city after a busy few weeks for both of them. The commitments of that day were supposed to be the only interruptions of the trip.

However, Sharon had contacted them on their way back to the hotel from dinner, prefacing the conversation with total and complete apologies. She then revealed that she had agreed for Cillian to participate in two other interviews while in New York over the next two days, claiming the publications were too respectable to pass up. She’d followed it with reiterated apologies and swore to them that neither he nor Lauren would have to show their faces anywhere else for the next two weeks if he just agreed to the interviews. After ending the phone call, Cillian had taken a deep breath and forced himself to count to ten. This was the first break he and Lauren had had in weeks, and if he didn’t love Sharon like a second mother, he would have had a few choice words for her.

So, there they’d been in their hotel room, but instead of them sharing a bath and then tucking themselves under the blankets like they’d planned on doing, they’d spent the last two hours on the phone with Sharon and then coordinating a new schedule to accommodate for the interviews. Once they’d finally finished going over everything, Cillian had flopped down on the bed beside Lauren and let out an exaggerated groan before rolling against her and burying his face in her chest. He was already exhausted and had just wanted to stay in that bed with her for the next few days.

“Poor baby,” Lauren had said, giggling as he’d laid atop her.

She began to rub Cillian’s back, sliding her hands under his shirt and massaging his skin while she kissed the top of his head. As her hands roamed higher and pushed up his shirt, Cillian lifted his head from her chest, their eyes meeting before he pushed himself up on his forearms and then sat back on his knees, looking down at her.

Reaching up, Lauren placed a hand on his chest before sliding her palm up and slipping her fingers below his neckline as Cillian kneaded her hips.

“I don’t think you can wear shirts like this anymore,” she’d said to him. “At least not if I’m with you.”

She spread her fingers as she stroked his chest, unable to any longer resist the enticing display of chest hair that had been peeking out of his shirt and calling to her all day.

“Yeah?” Cillian replied, still kneeling above her. Her fingers sensually exploring along his chest caused his cock to stir immediately. “And why’s that?”

Lauren lightly shook her head as she continued to touch him.

“It’s too sexy,” she’d answered simply. Then she blushed before she spoke again, her voice quieter. “All I’ve wanted to do all day is touch you.”

The lust in Cillian’s eyes intensified at her last statement, noting the adorable blush on her cheeks. He raised his hands and grabbed his shirt, pulling it off quickly before shucking it to the floor. He then reached down and lifted the hem of Lauren’s shirt, pulling it off her just as quickly as she lifted her torso from the bed to allow him to remove it. She then reclined again beneath him, clad in a delicate light pink bra.

Cillian took a moment to take in the amazing view of her beneath him before he’d then immediately leaned back down, covering her mouth with his as she’d continued to stroke his chest, craving more of her touch as she moaned into his mouth.

“Always so bashful,” he’d affectionately teased her as their lips parted, his voice husky. He moved his mouth to her neck, just below her ear, before he’d continued. “But such a good girl, telling me what you want.”

He then stroked her nipple through her bra, and Lauren whimpered and squirmed beneath him.

“Cill...” she whined, her chest rising against his as she inhaled.

“You know what a distraction you are?” he’d finished as he pulled away from her slightly. “My little publicist, being all pretty and proper. Driving me crazy all day.”

Lauren’s heart fluttered as she wrapped her arms around him, and their lips met for a heated kiss. Shifting, Cillian had just reached down and hooked her leg around his waist when Lauren’s phone began to ring. They’d tried to ignore it, but when she didn’t answer, it rang again seconds later, and they’d both groaned simultaneously in annoyance as Cillian pulled himself off of her.

“It must be something important,” Lauren said, a bit breathlessly, her hand slipping from his chest as she turned her head and reached for her phone on the bedside table.

“Fucking better be,” Cillian growled as he laid on his back beside her, letting out an annoyed sigh as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Hello?” Lauren answered her phone. After hearing someone’s frantic, muffled speech on the other end, Cillian turned to look as Lauren suddenly sat up, one of her bra straps slipping down her shoulder as she switched the phone to her other hand and pressed it to her ear.

“Ok, ok, relax, we’ll take care of it. Don’t panic.”

Still laying down, Cillian turned his head to her at the same time she looked over to him.

“What?” he mouthed to her, his brow furrowed.

“Publicity crisis,” she whispered back to him before returning to the phone call.

For the next 15 minutes, Lauren had paced the room, talking down one of her clients who’d been caught in some uncompromising photos. She’d managed to get them calm enough to let her off the phone, but the situation was bad enough that she was needed back home as soon as possible to help diffuse things.

“Why did we even come out here again?” Cillian said as he stood with Lauren at the curb, getting ready to send her off to the airport in a taxi. “Can’t even have five fucking minutes with my fiancé.”

“Lucky girl. She dodged a bullet, if you ask me,” Lauren teased him in response.

At that, Cillian snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, giving her ass a smack as she squealed in surprise.

“You wouldn’t be getting away with that comment if we were still upstairs,” he’d said to her.

She’d smiled at him and then lifted a hand to run her fingers along his neckline as she’d done earlier.

“I’m sorry. If it was anyone else, you know I wouldn’t need to go, but...”

“Trip’s a bust now anyways,” Cillian replied, shaking his head. “I’m coming home after the interviews are over on Thursday.”

“Are you sure?” Lauren had asked. “I can fly back out here once this is taken care of.”

“You’re not doing all that back and forth,” Cillian replied with another shake of his head. “I’ll just come home and we can make some other plans a little closer to home. I’m holding Sharon to the two weeks off she promised us.”

“If you’re sure...” Lauren had said.

“I am,” Cillian replied, his arm still around her. He then lowered his voice. “But I’m also holding you to what you started upstairs, and when I get home, we’re picking up right where we left off.”

“Hmmm,” Lauren replied, leaning forward and placing a sensual kiss on his neck. “Hopefully I’ll remember. It’s already a little fuzzy to me.”

Cillian tightened his grip around her.

“You’ll get that little ass of yours in that cab right now, if you know what’s good for you,” he said lowly.

Giggling as she pulled away from him, Lauren’s eyes met his before she gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’ll text you when I land,” she said. “And once again when Sharon gives me the final details for your interviews in the morning.”

Cillian nodded and then released her. Opening the cab door, Lauren then turned back and gave him a final kiss.

“I love you,” she said when their lips parted.

“I love you,” he’d replied.

Then he’d closed the door after she’d climbed into the cab and waited until it was out of sight before heading back into the hotel.

That had been four days ago, but it had felt much longer. After the last of his interviews earlier that day, Cillian had originally texted Lauren to let her know that he’d be home around 10:00 p.m., but that had turned into a 2:00 a.m. arrival when his plane had been delayed. Cillian had texted her again, telling her not to wait up for him, and now that he was finally home, he tried to be as quiet as possible as he confirmed that she had, in fact, gone to bed.

Entering the kitchen, he flicked on the light above the sink and saw that Lauren had left a note for him on the counter.

Cill,

I’m sorry, I was so tired, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Just leave all your stuff by the front door and I’ll wash it tomorrow. There’s some (late) dinner for you in the fridge if you’re hungry. Then leave your phone in the kitchen and come to bed – you’ll be happy to know you won’t be needing it for the next two weeks; you’re stuck with that fiancé you mentioned...

I love you,

~ L

Cillian smiled to himself as he read her note, then placed it in his wallet before turning the light off once more. Foregoing the food she’d mentioned for him in the fridge, he headed straight for their bedroom, quietly opening the door and entering the room.

She’d left the closet light on for him, a sliver of light peeking into the room through the mostly closed closet door. As Cillian’s eyes landed on the bed, he saw Lauren among the scattered blankets, her hair fanned out around her and her legs slightly bent as she slept peacefully. She looked so beautiful, and, thinking about the wild road they’d been down to get here, Cillian’s chest swelled as he thought about how lucky he was to have her.

Stripping down to his boxer briefs, Cillian quietly walked to the closet and turned out the light before returning to the bed and carefully slipping in beside Lauren. As he settled next to her, she briefly stirred and awoke just enough to snuggle into him and mumble a greeting.

“Hey, baby,” she murmured.

“Hey,” Cillian whispered back.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He then placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and gently squeezed her. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmhmm,” she breathed out, rolling over.

Shifting and spooning behind her, the last thing Cillian felt before falling asleep was Lauren’s fingers lacing through his as he gently draped his arm over her waist.

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He wasn’t sure what time it was as he shifted in the bed, but the hint of stormy gray sky filtering through the curtains and the rain pattering against the window made Cillian even less motivated to roll over and check the clock. Awakening a bit more, he felt the warmth from Lauren’s body close next to him, and he slipped his arm across the sheets to her.

Still curled up on her side with her back to him, Lauren exhaled a hum and lightly stirred as Cillian’s palm rested on her hip, before then pulling her closer. Feeling his warmth, but still mostly lost in sleep, she pressed herself into him, unconsciously wiggling her ass against his crotch as his palm slid along her skin.

She had on only a pair of cotton boyshorts and a thin little cami, and as Cillian ran his hand over her again, he caressed the curve of her bottom, her cheeks barely covered by the boyshorts, as the hem had ridden more than halfway up her skin in her sleep. Feeling her plump bottom against him and also under his hand, Cillian’s cock stiffened, and when he allowed his fingers to trail from her cheeks up to her torso, he became even harder as he slipped his hand beneath her cami and gently cupped her breast, savoring the feel of the beautiful mound of flesh in his palm before lightly sweeping his thumb over her nipple.

Cillian heard Lauren’s breathing change, her inhale slightly sharper as his thumb toyed with her hardening bud.

“Cill?” she mumbled, still half asleep.

“Mmm,” he hummed in confirmation.

“Time ‘s it?” she mumbled again, her voice still thick with sleep. She wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming, or if Cillian’s hands had really just been on her.

“Doesn’t matter,” he responded quietly, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her even closer.

Now slightly more awake, Lauren turned her head back, her eyes still closed but seeking his lips over her shoulder.

“Missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed you, too.”

He moved his head slightly to meet her, their lips connecting in a soft kiss as Cillian gently grasped the column of her throat. After a moment, she registered the sound of the rain tapping against the window, and Lauren let out a small sigh of satisfaction as their lips parted.

“Let’s just stay here all day,” Cillian said quietly to her.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied as he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Rolling back over, Lauren scooted closer against Cillian under the blankets. She felt his arm wrap around her middle again, and she had just nearly fallen back asleep when she felt Cillian press a kiss to the back of her neck, and then another, and then another.

“Cill...” she mumbled to him as she squirmed at the tickle of his lips on her neck, her face half buried in her pillow.

Cillian squeezed her tighter, his erection fully evident to her as her bottom became flush with his crotch.

“Hmmm?” Cillian hummed, but Lauren only wiggled against him in response.

He then slid his hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down as he slowly ran his hand over her cheeks. Once the shorts had gathered between her thighs, he gently tugged them lower, encouraging her to part her legs so he could completely remove them. Once they were off, he quickly replaced his hand between her thighs, stopping her from closing her legs again and tucking his fingers into her. As Cillian felt her soft, warm flesh and gently stroked his fingers along her folds, Lauren released a quiet whimper.

“Cill...ahhh...” she gasped, and her body arched into him again when his movements became a bit more intentional. Cillian’s own arousal grew even more as, once he’d stroked her, he could feel the new wetness between her legs. He softly traced a finger around her clit, circling it but avoiding the exact spot, causing Lauren to wiggle her hips in search of the touch he was teasing her with. As she moved against him, Cillian felt even more of her wetness as he continued to touch her.

“Do you remember what you left unfinished a few days ago?” he whispered again, his voice deep. “Because I can remind you.”

“Mmmmmm,” Lauren moaned, rocking her hips back and forth against him.

Cillian then slipped his hand from her core and glided it up her torso, her arousal leaving a wet trail from his hand along her skin as he dipped below her cami and moved it up her body. He helped her shift enough for him to pull it off of her, keeping her tightly against him and cupping her breasts after tossing aside the shirt.

“I think you need a reminder,” Cillian said lowly.

He then reached down to remove his briefs, his cock immediately springing against Lauren’s ass as he pulled them off, then pressed into her.

“This is what you started, and I think you should finish it.”

Moaning at the feel of his warm stiffness against her, Lauren wiggled again, seeking him, but when he didn’t move or touch her, she whined.

“Cill, baby...”

“So wet already,” he urged her on, his fingers dipping into her again, but it wasn’t enough for her.

“Please, Cill, I need...I need...”

“I know what you need,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “And you know what I need. Are you gonna be a good girl and let me have it?”

Her pulse quickening, Lauren wordlessly nodded against her pillow, and then she tried to turn over, but Cillian stopped her.

“Uh-uh,” he said as he stopped her with a hand on her hip. “I want you like this.” He then cupped her breast and pinched her nipple as he kissed her neck again. “Just like this.”

His touch guiding her, Lauren lifted her leg, allowing Cillian to hook his arm under her knee and hike her leg up where he wanted it. Her legs parted and her knee bent, her pussy was now exposed for him, and she felt his fingers run through her wetness once more before he shifted each of them slightly. As he moved, Lauren grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and turning over her shoulder once more in search of Cillian’s lips. Her eyes still closed, she went totally by sense, something about this moment making her want to just feel lost in him.

Squeezing Lauren’s hand, Cillian met her lips, savoring the feeling of her against him and the lazy sensuality of the moment. They could get lost, go slow, and filter everything else out.

When their lips parted and Lauren turned her head to rest on her pillow again, Cillian adjusted her legs again, and then with intentional slowness, he guided his cock inside her from behind, her pussy taking him inch by inch until he was finally fully surrounded by her plush warmth.

“Ahhhhh,” Lauren moaned on an exhale as Cillian slowly entered her. He filled her inch by inch with warm fullness, and she gripped the bedsheet with her free hand as he finally became flush with her. Their legs interlocked as Cillian bent his own knee to meet the angle that allowed him to be as deep inside her as possible in this position.

“Do you know how much I love being inside you?” Cillian said lowly as he heard her exhale again.

“Mmmm,” Lauren hummed in response. “You feel so good. You just...you fill me up, Cill.”

Her words both surprised him and turned him on even more.

“Somebody’s gotten more vocal while I’ve been away,” he said in lustful teasing. But she just ground herself against him in response, wanting him to move.

With slow thrusts, Cillian moved in and out of her a few times, their bodies moving up and down in unison as the rain against the window made a lazy soundtrack for them.

“How’s that feel?” Cillian said after several more thrusts.

“Ohhh, so good,” Lauren moaned as she turned into her pillow more, the slow pleasure almost taunting her, feeling like she was being teased.

Cillian sensed her desperation, her hips rocking back and forth.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he whispered gently and gripped her fingers in his. “Just go slow with me and feel this.”

Together, they continued to move with deep, deliberate thrusts, Lauren dipping her hips each time Cillian entered her to meet him against her back. His chest was pressed firmly to her, and Cillian’s lips moved along her neck, Lauren reaching behind her to glide her fingers through his hair and tug it as he nipped her skin. They went back and forth, giving each other a touch, a kiss, or a whisper of something as they kept a lazy pace amongst the sheets.

As Cillian shifted them slightly again, his leg moved up higher along hers, and Lauren reached down to stroke his balls, her fingers tracing along his skin tantalizing slowly before then gently squeezing him, massaging and teasing him in her palm.

“Lauren...” Cillian groaned at her touch, his balls tightening even more as she fondled him.

Lauren turned her head and kissed his neck.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered.

Cillian could only groan lowly, moving his hand to cover hers, encouraging her to keep going. Her lips pressed to his neck again, and she continued to stroke him as he groaned deeply once more, savoring her touch while at the same time it drove him crazy.

Eventually, Cillian roughly grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together as he began thrusting into her again, Lauren gasping at the sudden shift. As their breathing gradually became heavier, Cillian released her hand and slipped his fingers to her center, finding her clit and circling it before then gently squeezing it between his fingers. Lauren gasped again when she felt the pleasure shoot through her as Cillian combined his thrusts with his touch.

“Cill, baby...ugghhh,” her eyes squeezed shut even tighter and she buried her face in her pillow as he pinched her clit again. “Baby, I can’t...I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can,” he murmured in her ear as he rolled her clit again. She bucked against him and moaned once more, and before she could press her face further into her pillow, Cillian lifted his hand from her core and grasped her chin, pulling her face back towards him and kissing her.

“Such a good girl, I know you can take it,” he said to her as he returned his fingers to her folds and stroked her bud again. When Lauren’s face scrunched up in agonizing pleasure and she exhaled a small cry, Cillian’s cock throbbed inside her.

“Look at me,” he said to her.

When Lauren opened her eyes, she was met with his, her heart pounding as he reached up and cupped her breast, his look causing her heart to skip a beat.

“I love you,” he said to her.

Reaching up, Lauren curled her hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her for another deep kiss.

“I love you,” she said quietly as they parted.

Cillian then began to move again, thrusting in and out, gradually going faster and harder until they were both panting and Lauren was moaning into her pillow once more. Cillian’s hand was firmly gripping her hip as he felt her walls tightening around him, and he groaned when she snuck her hand down a final time to stroke his balls again. In response, he slammed his hips against her and held her tightly.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he said lowly in her ear.

Among a mix of moans and whimpers, they chased it together, Cillian thrusting as Lauren rocked her hips. Soon, their moans gave way to panting and gasps as they each felt the desperate closeness of a climax, and in a final push of urgency, Cillian sought her clit and stroked once more as Lauren’s velvet walls clamped around him. The sound of the rain was momentarily drowned out by each of them crying out as they came together.

Still wound tightly together, they sank deeper into the bed as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Lauren reached down and lifted Cillian’s hand from her waist, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it lovingly before intertwining their fingers. At the same time, Cillian tucked her more tightly under him, kissing the top of her head as she released a sigh.

“On second thought, there’s one reason I’d leave this bed today,” Cillian said eventually.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Lauren asked, Cillian finally allowing her to roll over to face him.

“To get you into the tub,” he replied. “What do you say I run us a bath?”

As Cillian ran a finger along her hip, Lauren smiled up at him, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his jaw.

“Sounds perfect,” she said.

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we play dumb but we know exactly what we’re doing • ttfd

chapter two of the tortured firefighters department

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cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, no descriptions of reader, banter (because i love it), mentions of food, bobby almost adopting brains, proofread by my bye-lingual ass (let me know if i forgot anything)

Your sneakers made funny noises while you walked up the stairs to the communal room — the mezzanine with a view for the ground floor — at the 118 firehouse. The fresh baked brownies — that you baked the night before, just in time to put it on the blue tupperware and take with you for your shift — jiggled as you approached the top of the stairs.

You checked the garage again, looking for Chimney’s ambulance, when you found the loft empty. Well, not that empty.

“Good afternoon, Captain Nash.” You greeted the man. As a dispatcher, your voice was your most recognizable mark, only giving out your name when necessary. And in your job, it was your responsibility to know the names of the captains. You wished Captain Nash was just an occasional contact, but lately he has been the one on the other end of the comms.

“Afternoon, dispatcher.” He was preparing some lunch for his team. “How can I help you?”

“Is Chimney around? I have something for him. Actually, it is for Maddie and baby Jee.” You motioned to the tupperware.

“He’s gonna be back soon, got stuck in traffic after delivering a civilian to the hospital. But if you are in a hurry, I can give it to him.” The captain was busy with the pans on the stove and chopping vegetables for a salad, you supposed.

“Just left my shift, I can wait. I don’t trust firefighters with carbs and sweets, no offense.” You pulled one of the chairs and took a seat, still watching the man moving effortlessly in the kitchen. “She called in sick and I need to deliver these to her before I have a kid on my doormat demanding more than just brownies.”

“None taken. Can I get you some coffee while you wait?”

“Tell me where to find a cup and I’ll get it myself, don’t wanna delay your lunch.”

“Second cabinet on the left.”

“Thanks, Cap.”

You stood up and walked into the kitchen. You have to admit: they were definitely eating well because it had all the appliances necessary for any recipe, and the smell was divine. Even the coffee had a unique aroma. Who could you talk to in order to get half of what they had in the firehouse?

“It’s the least I can do for the mastermind behind the calls after that huge traffic jam downtown last week.” He smiled. “How did you manage to divert the teams and the civilians so fast?”

“Just like ants follow patterns, so do the LA drivers. GPS apps can give up the fastest options based on their data, but it takes too much time when it comes to rescuing someone.” You explained as you walked back to your seat. “Glad no one was badly injured that day.”

“I’ve never got to an accident scene so fast. You’re really good with predictions.”

“I think my future could be bright if I used my superpowers for fortune telling and betting,” you joked. “I should be the one thanking you for all your work. And your team.”

“Bring us some of those,” he was clearly talking about the brownies, “any time.”

“Will do.”

As you finished your cup of coffee, you saw the ambulance entering the garage. Chim and Henrietta, his paramedic partner, left the vehicle and went straight for their lockers. A few more minutes wouldn’t kill you.

“Wanna stay and have lunch with us?” Captains Nash offered.

“Maybe another time. Thanks.”

It didn’t take long for Chim to show up upstairs. He looked surprised to see you in the 118 kitchen. You stood up and gave him the tupperware. “I told Maddie how many brownies I got her, so don’t fuck it up,” you warned him.

“Your package is safe and sound with me, Brains. Are you in a hurry?”

“Kinda. I have an important meeting with my bed.”

“Fair enough.” He patted your shoulder, acting like the big brother Maddie warned you about.

“See you soon, Chim. Thanks for the coffee, Cap!”

They waved goodbye, and you looked forward to spending the rest of your day sleeping. No calls, no traffic, no thesis: just you, your recently washed bed covers and fluffy pillows. The only thing in your way was a few miles to your apartment.

“I thought I’d hear you before seeing you again, Brains.”

It was scary how, after one meeting, you could recognize his voice anywhere.

“Guess it’s your lucky day, Buckley. Don’t get too happy, I’m already leaving.” You turned around to face him. The black firefighter uniform fitted him very well, even better than the white polo shirt and jeans he wore to the dinner.

“Is everything alright?” He tilted his head slightly, and kept his voice low.

“Yeah, just dropping off something for Maddie. Busy day?”

“Small domestic incident with light injuries, and a foundation problem.”

“So just a normal day in LA.” You knew about the banned Q-word, it was kinda a thing with every single 9-1-1 worker, including dispatchers. “Saved any cats from trees lately?”

“Ha-ha, you’re funny.” His voice was warm, but his face was dead serious. You were playing hot and cold, again and again. “Did moving go well?”

“My arms are sore, but it’s finally over. Thanks for asking.”

“You could start working out to help next time you move. Or if you decide to join the firefighters.”

Both are definitely bad ideas. Why would you need to add another activity into your packed agenda? You turned around and followed your way to your car. “I’ll leave the muscles for you, Buckley.”

“See ya, Brains!” He shouted on your back.

“Bye!” You motioned your hand in a goodbye, but didn’t look him in the eye.

Unbeknown to you, the rest of the crew was watching you both and placing bets on how long until one of you realized the banter was just the first step of something bigger.

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Alfons Sylvatica Chapter 2 - Semi-Summary

This is a fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a SEMI-SUMMARY of each chapter. I am roughly translating this with out much research other than specific lines from certain scenes. Why? Because it's a huge task to translate a main route chapter line by line. So, this is what we're working with, and I appreciate your understanding ♥︎ Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my summaries elsewhere. Minors: Please DNI or consume this content. CW: Dub-Con. Dividers: @/natimiles

Kate wakes up the next morning and finds a shirtless Alfons sleeping next to her in bed. She freaks out and wakes Alfons up in the process who says, “Oh, is it morning already? Good morning, Kate.” She recalls how he came to her room the night before, kissed her and then they went to bed, but no lines were crossed at this point because he knew her body was too tired, but even so did they do other activities that only “lovers” do….she wasn’t sure.

Alfons: Did you have a good dream last night?

Kate: W-wha……from where….

The blurry line between dreams and reality were a shock to her, the fear from last night and the pleasurable kiss they shared was so real, but it still felt like a dream and she couldn’t help, but feel upset. Alfons laughs at her in amusement, and his smile makes her back away from him covering her naked body with the sheet.

Kate: Wow, did you do something to me?!

Alfons: Yes, I did. I did a lot of nice things.

Kate: I didn’t mean that…..!!

She frantically tries to remember why she thought that Alfons was her lover, knowing there must be some kind of trigger. She has a flashbacks to him in her room and the mission prior to that:

Kate: Worried?

Alfons: Yes, isn’t it obvious?

Alfons: Because - you are my lover.

Alfons: You’re dreaming. You’re having a very pleasant dream.

Back to the present, she recalls him touching the nape of her neck and him whispering to her in both instances, and then recalls the pile of dead bodies before he touched her. She mentions that he used his ability on her, and surmises it’s the ability to use illusions. He admits to it and then commends her deductive skills while breaking out in applause. However, he clarifies that his ability is to rewrite perceptions by simply touching the nape of ones neck and whisper, and she asks why he did it to her?

Alfons: Why, because…..it’s fun of course?

Alfons: Poor little robin, thrown into a cesspool of evil.

Alfons: You’re the funniest toy I’ve ever seen.

Kate: …..!! (Kate slaps his cheek.)

Kate: Disgusting……

Alfons: I like your reaction, much better than last nights.

Alfons laughs without straightening his clothes and flutters off her bed, and tells her that if she ever wants to cry again then he’s there for her. She screams “No, thank you!” and throws a pillow at him. Afterwards, she heads to the dining room for breakfast and Alfons is sitting their nonchalantly. She wants to turn on her heel, but she resists and takes a seat. Victor starts talking to her about the mission from the night before, and she asks what happens after she was hypnotized. Did they call the police? William explains to her that in East End there have been many murders, arsons, abductions etc. and yet the police chalk it up to something that “always happens in the slums”.

Kate watches the expressions of those around her: Liam & Harrison listen quietly to the information, Elbert looks down melancholically at it, Alfons doesn’t seem interested in the subject at all, and then there’s those whose eyes sparkle with joy…….“That’s where Crown comes in,” says Victor. He explains that rumor has it that the administrators of the orphanage and poorhouse are responsible for the series of incidents. Last night’s mission was a little prelude to gather information. William says that they are trying to uncover the reason all the administrators are banding together; is it money, ideology, or pleasure? “What do you think”, he asks her.

Kate says she doesn’t know and she can’t of a single reason as to why someone would want to do that, as she recalls the scene feelings well up in her chest making her feel like she’s trapped in a dark place. Alfons chimes in, “Well, you don’t need to know. It’s a hassle.”

Alfons: Some children die in this world without anyone knowing. That means there are some who think they’re nothing more than rubbish to be cleaned off the street.

Kate is stunned by such a statement from him, is this a brazen dereliction of duty despite Crown being tasked with such cases? They stare at each other and he smiles.

Alfons: - It doesn’t matter.

(It doesn’t matter?!)

Alfons: Miss Kate, are you sure? You don't want to hide this.

He taps his own neck and Kate is like, “neck”? Hide what? Liam starts to ask, “Hey Kate, isn’t that….”, and Ellis follows up, “It’s a hickey.”

Kate: What?!

Ellis peeks at her from behind and she covers her neck with the palm of her hand.

Kate: Wh-wh-why....…

Alfons: Well, because……that’s what I did to you, isn’t it?

Kate: …!

Her cheeks flush and Harrison asks Alfons if he’s already touched her? Alfons laughs and asks Kate how he should answer that question, but she is so embarrassed that she can’t say anything. He taunts, “Aw, you can’t say anything?” But, it’s not possible of knowing what really happened last night, and while she is struggling as to what to say, Jude enters says, “What, ya already been devoured? I’m sorry to hear that,” and lets out a loud laugh.

Kate: I’ve not been devoured!

Alfons: That’s terrible…..that you kissed me so passionately, but you were just playing around with me……?

Kate: ….. Weren’t you the one who played with me?!

Liam: Ah.

Harrison: Ahhh.

Ellis: You just admitted it.

Kate: Huh—!?

Alfons: Pfft, ahaha! This is the best, Kate!

Alfons: Victor, will you make her my exclusive?

Kate: What do you mean my ”exclusive”?

Kate wants the situation from escalating any further and Alfons explains that they’d be partners, buddies, a tag-team or whatever she wants to call it. Victor thinks it’s a great proposal after their hot night together, and Alfons says that he must take responsibility for their one night stand, but Kate doesn’t sense any sign of sincerity in his voice. Victor says that he doesn’t care as long as Kate agrees to it, to which, she declines saying she hates the idea. Alfons threatens her with, “Don’t say! If you do, I don’t know if I’ll do that again or not.” She is upset, but it was also her fault for not kicking him out of her room last night as soon as he entered, and Victor warned her that many members of Crown were morally bankrupt.

William makes the suggestion that Kate only accompanies Alfons on his missions and outside of that, she doesn’t need to be around him. Kate still doesn’t like the idea, but it’s better than being with him 24/7, so she agrees and Alfons says it’s fine.

Alfons: Well…..I look forward to working with you, Kate.

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