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qrrieterisunnq · 2 months

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How It All Started

jack!hughes x amara!james Summary: Amara is playing her meeting with Jack in her mind, while she’s watching him play his first game after injury on TV. requested: yes/no Warnings: Jack being cute and caring, fluff, fighting in a bar, alcohol, handsy drunk men, something like a flashback? A/N: Welcome to our very first fic in Strawberry Girl au! I hope you'll like it just as much as I love it writing, not edited, if you find any error, let me know!! Big thank you to Faithlynn for beta reading this!! Thank you love! 🫶🏼🤍 likes are good, reblogs are better <3 gif not mine word count: 2,0K PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

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“Baby I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you at home after the game. I love you much.” Jack's voice comes from Amara’s phone, which is lying in her lap as she’s crocheting her new top.

“Okay, I’ll be watching you, I love you so much!” Amara sends him a kiss and ends the call, still crocheting the top. Esmeralda is lying next to her tail sliding over Amras leg.

With a smile, she reaches over to the table for the remote so she can play the game today. She loves watching her man play the sport he loves so much together with her brother. Today, they’re playing against Anaheim, so all the boys gather at their apartment.

She has a solid three hours to make something to eat before the boys come home. All day she was thinking about what to make for the refreshment. She came up with bananas in chocolate, vegetables, fruit, canapes, and other food.

As soon as the game started, Amara put down her crocheting watching the game with a smile on her face as the camera showed Jack’s handsome face.

She has no idea how she managed to get this man. She doesn’t understand how a handsome and famous man like Jack, would want someone so simple like her.

She doesn’t doubt the love Jack has for her. She knows how much Jack loves her and she loves him too, she just doesn’t understand, how she manages to get his attention, when there are other, more beautiful girls than her, that are more than willing to be with him.

Amara knows she is no model, she’s not skinny or beautiful, she’s just herself. She knows that Jack loves her the way she is, even though she has ADHD.

Her ADHD was and is the biggest insecurity in their relationship together with her body.

She remembers the day she and Jack met. It was right after their game they won, Nico invited her as his plus one, because he knew that she had some problems with her family at that moment.

She came in one of Nico's jerseys, he got her for her birthday, which was long enough for her to wear like a dress with black shorts and a pair of Nike's. It wasn't her normal style to go out in, but she felt so confident that night that she decided to wear that.

As soon as she got in the bar, Nico was already waiting for her at the entrance walking her to the box they all were sitting in. That night she met most of Nico's teammates including Jack.

The night was filled with alcohol, laughter, and a lot of jokes. After two hours they spent getting to know each other, Amara decided to enjoy the night and dance for a while.

She bends down to Nico so he can hear her. “I'm going on the dancing floor!” she says ready to leave but his hand on her wrist stopped her, she looked down at him, cooking her brow in confusion.

“Be careful! I'll be watching you!” he shouts at her. Amara just nodded, knowing that Nico had taken her like his sister, and left to the dance floor.

She didn't go far in the crowd, knowing, that she could get dizzy any time. She swayed her hips to the rhythm of the music for a good fifteen minutes when her bladder decided it was time for relief.

She pushed herself from the crowd and quickly walked to the hall with doors to dome offices and doors to the toilets. She steps in the girls, groaning at the sight of the long line of girls waiting in here.

“Oh god,” she groaned stomping on the place.

“I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes maybe you should try the men’s.” a girl's voice came from in front of her.

“What?” Amara looked at her eyes wide open.

“I said, you should use the men’s,” she repeated herself. “I’ve been waiting here for a good ten minutes now, so if you really need to go, use the men’s. I’ll go with you; I need really bad, and I don’t want to wait any longer.” She chuckled lightly, pointing towards the doors.

“Yeah, sure,” Amara cleared her throat getting out of the room, waiting for the girl to follow her. “I-I think that’s a great idea.”

Little nervous they both stepped into the men’s quickly making their way into the toilet cabin.

“This is so embarrassing!” the girl giggled from her cabin. “Oh, by the way! What is your name? I completely forgot to ask the second I talked to you.”

“Oh, my name is Amara!” she said pulling her panties on and flushing the toilet clean.

“That is so cute name! My name is Ainsley!” She giggled before she walked out of the cabin to the sink to wash her hands like Amara.

“Oh, look what we have in here,” a deep voice sounded through the room. The girls’ heads snapped in the direction finding there standing two tall men. “Did you lose sweet girls? The ladies are on the other side of the hall.” They walked over them standing only a few inches from them. Amara takes Ainsley’s hand in hers trying to squeeze between the two guys to get out of the room.

“Oh, oh, oh,” one of the guys shook their head while grabbing Amara’s forearms and backing her back where they were standing for a while. “You ain’t going anywhere.” He says stepping even closer to the two of them.

“We’re really sorry, we just needed to use the toilet and the ladies were full,” Ainsley says in a shaky tone, clinging onto Amara's arm. “But now, we really, have to go.”

“No, I don’t think so,” they shook their heads. Each one of the guys stepped closer to one of the girls their hands making their way onto the girl's waists just in time when the door opened in swift motion revealing fuming Jack and Nico.

As soon as Jack’s eyes found Amara’s teary ones, he pushed the guy from her pulling her in behind him. The same happened with Nico and Ainsley, who pushed her slightly behind him, the girl clinging onto his forearm.

“He, back off, we found them first!” one of the guys said towering over Nico and Jack, probably not knowing who they were.

“Well, too, bad, they’re our girls, so get lost!” Jack said, lacing his fingers with Amaras, squeezing it tightly.

“Yeah, we can say the same. Prove it!” The other one says looking at them chalangely.

Amara’s eyes grew wide when the words left his mouth. She knew what they meant, but she never kissed anyone. Jack turned at her, looking in her wide eyes.

“Just one small kiss, okay!” Jack whispered, cupping her cheeks lightly.

“But I never…” Amara whispers as Jack leans her head on hers.

“’S okay, Berry, I’ll guide you!” he says in a sweet voice.

“Okay,” she nodded her head looking into his beautiful eyes. Jack pulled her closer to him by her waist pressing his lips lightly over hers in a small peck. He looks at her face, smiling at her expression. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted while her hands rest on his chest. He bent down again pressing his lips over hers this time in a more passionate kiss, that made Amara's limbs feel like jelly.

“You look beautiful,” Jack whispered on her lips when he pulled slightly away from her. “So beautiful, Berry.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks were flushed red when they pulled away from each other, looking into each other's eyes.

“Oh, okay, sorry guys!” the two of them walked away with their heads turning over their shoulders to make sure they were really couples.

The familiar sound of a siren interrupted her thoughts about Jack. She takes in a deep breath getting up from her seat to make the snack before guys come in.

“Baby! We’re home!” Jack's voice sounds through the apartment while she’s standing at the counter, her hands dirty from the food she was preparing.

“In the kitchen, Jack,” Amara shouts over your shoulder, licking her finger clean. In a second, Jack shows up in the doorframe with a smile on his handsome face. “Hi baby!” she says happily, a smile lingering on her red lips.

“Hey, my pretty Berry.” He coos, sliding his back from his shoulder and making his way toward Amara, who’s already waiting on him.

“You played amazing!” her hands make their way into his hair as she speaks. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” She lied a bit, but not that much the first intermission she couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Yeah?” he teases smirk on his face as his hands make their way on her tights trailing up her ass and her back.

“Oh-okay! We’re here too!” Nico says making them turn their heads at him, smile on his lips just like at the others.

“We know, Nico, we really know you are here!” Amara chuckles pulling away from Jack to take ahold of the plates full of food. “That’s why I made this.” she raises them slightly but not that much so she won’t spill them.

“Oh, you’re amazing, Ara, really the best!” Luke groans walking over to her and taking one of the savories with tuna and grape.

“I know, that’s why your brother loves me,” a sheepish grin on her face. Jack looks at her with adoration. He shakes his head approaching her and squeezing her side, making her squeal. “Okay, okay, grab the food and go to the living room, I have to get out the fruit in chocolate I made.” She smiles at them pointing at the food.

“Okay!” John says this time walking over there taking two plates in his hands, just like Luke and Nico. Dawson just stands there with a smile on his face until Jack looks at him with raised brows and asks him, “Something on your mind?” he asks.

“No, sorry, I was just thinking how Amara still keeps up with your moody ass!” he laughs at his own words, earning a slap from Jack on the back of his head.

She laughs at them shaking her head at his childness. She takes the two plates of fruit in chocolate making her way in the living room to the guys.

“Here you go,” she places the two plates on the coffee table in front of the guys. “You want something to drink?” she smiles at them as she’s standing there looking at the tv.

“Yeah, some cold lemonade would be awesome.” Nico nods his head looking up to her.

“Okay, I’ll do some. Lemon or strawberry one?” she looks down at him with a big smile. She’s so grateful for him. She loves him like a brother.

“Jack, can you help me, please?” she shouted at him a few minutes later as she was making the lemonade.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” she heard some shuffling before Jack’s head popped in the doorframe. “What’s up, baby?” his arms snuggle around her waist his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Can you, please, hand me the pitcher and ice?” she looks over her shoulder, placing a peck on his full kissable lips.

“Yeah, sure my love.” He pulls away from her, walking over the counter for the pitcher before he hands it to her. He walks over to the fridge getting out the ice.

“Thank you, J.” she smiles at him, kissing his cheek.

“Everything for you, my love!” he kissed her cheek, looking over her shoulder. “I’ll help you.” He gets the knife standing next to her, helping her cut the strawberries.

“Thank you,” she leans her side in his, she continues to cut the fruit. “I love you, Jack.”

“I love you too, and always will.” He whispers in her ear kissing her neck. “My beautiful berry.”

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i-starcreamed · 1 year

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Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!

Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈

HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N

[ cybertronian!reader CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it

post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]

(can you tell i like this gif?)

RODIMUS

The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.

“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.

That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain

As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.

Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.

By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you

“You have to help her, you have to help her!”

The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means.

He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve.

SWERVE

It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.

Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.

After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.

Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.

The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully

“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.

“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore.

“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.”

The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.

TARN

You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable.

So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory

“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”

Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”

“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.

Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.

"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."

Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.

Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists.

RATCHET

He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened

Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.

Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.

You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.

You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.

Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems.

Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky.

“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."

He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning.

He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come.

#mtmte #maccadam #transformers #transformers x reader #swerve x reader #mtmte swerve #mtmte x reader #mtmte tarn #tarn x reader #ratchet x reader #mtmte ratchet #rodimus x reader #mtmte rodimus #lost light #angst #cybertronian reader #romantic headcanons #are these even considered HCs...i went too overboard I think

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romanreignseater · 11 months

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That Slow Burn.

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: The usual smut of course.

A/N: Shout-out to my sis @harmshake for giving her little PowerPoint presentation as to why Roman was the man for this fic 😭💝!! Honestly… I want this in real life with him 😏. TRICKED Y’ALL!! I wasn’t gonna post during SmackDown, this has been ready for sometime, just haven’t gone around to posting it 😭.

GIF: @romanreigns

Slow and methodical.

The way he talked…

The way he acted in the ring…

The way he wrestled…

And… the way he fucked.

Roman Reigns seemed like such a fast paced beast, but was really a slow-bearing creature.

He enjoyed beating up my pussy at a snails pace.

And here we were. My legs held by my man’s tank arms; knees by my ears and toes nearly touching the top of my head.

His beats, his thrusts, hard, yet slow. Powerful, yet weak.

My brows in a continued furrowed state. My lips sopped in his saliva, bruised, beaten, and red, just like my sweet cunt.

A night of wining and dining quickly turned into a heated sex session. Foreplay was barely included as I was thrown onto the bed and my red, slip-on dress mere trash in the eyes of the Tribal Chief. (He promised to buy me a new one 🙄).

My lace panties slowly unraveled themselves from my butter smooth like legs and were placed into the beside table of Roman. Mountains of my other panties still covered the entirety of the drawer.

A couple of chaste kisses were placed on my soaking cunt, that’s been begging for his attention. He craved my pussy daily, yet was ready to hop right on top of me.

My nipples hardened at the sight of him undressing. First, the shoes. Next, the belt. Soon, every last button on his shirt. Then, his pants.

Finally… my favorite part.

His boxers.

Bitch I should start my own collection of his undergarments, since he wanna take mines. But, I’ll save that for a later date.

My position changes as I become eye level with his cock and the prepping of his member begins.

His pre cum touches my tastebuds and his grunts commence.

“Unhh… right there mama.”

His cock his taken further into my mouth as it’s coated in my saliva. Lubing it for its arrival in my cunt. My head was pushed away and I was soon laidback into my previous position. My feet were crossed right in front of my cunt, blocking the Tribal Chief’s view.

“I gotta see it baby, open up.”

His commands, followed and my legs, spread.

Thank goodness for my history of gymnastics. My legs were spread in nearly a 180 degree angle before they were pulled together by my ears.

My knees touched the pillow behind my head and my toes were curled right beside each other at the top of my head.

Shaking before the sex could start, and a huge smirk plastered on the face of Roman. “Hold your legs up baby.” My dainty manicured hands gripped the middle of my calves as Roman lined himself with my cunt.

Sliding his dick back and forth from my hole to my clit. My saliva a perfect use of lubricant.

“So gorgeous mama, I gotta get in now.”

Both of us moaned in unison as he entered me slowly. “Ah - baby - you’re so fucking tight for me.”

He pushes my knees back as far as he can - peeling me open as my cunt parts around the length of him.

All of me on full display. Bare and stretched and wet. Roman’s eyes drift over my face, admiring my already seemingly exhausted expression. My eyes fall at half-mast as he lowers his face to mine and his thrusts begin.

My cunt contracting sharply at the slow drag of his cock. “Oh shit.” My words had yet to fail my exact thoughts, but any other want to speak was shut down.

Roman’s plush pink lips surround mines and engulf in a wet and sloppy kiss. Our tongues fighting one another and our saliva painting each others lips.

His thrusts turned into a grinding motion. His grinding actions led his cock to completely bury itself into my pussy. Hitting my g-spot with tremendous perfection.

My moans muffled by his lips and my toes curled as tight as can be. My fingers graced the planes of his cheekbones, deepening our kiss even further.

Roman completely split me on his cock. His hands left the safety of the back of my knees and touched the pillow behind my head. His shoulders overtook the place of his big hands and pulled my legs back even farther.

Even though some may differ, the passion of slow sex is just as intense as the roughness of fast sex.

His muscular body flush to my ample breasts, riddled with goosebumps. Our lips leave each other after what seems like an eternity. Both of us breathless wanting to be even closer than we already are.

“He should do this more often mama.”

“Yes si-r, I can shake on that.”

My face contorted as the pressure mountain soon rose higher and higher.

“You about to let go?!”

My head could only be nodded as my words chose to fail on me.

“Me too baby.”

His manly grunts turned into almost feminine like whimpers as his dick hit the bottom of my pussy.

My legs began to shake as it felt like the ceiling was about to come down. His grinding changed into hard beats, balls beginning to slap my pink little hole as we came together.

Roman’s seed completely coated the inside of my walls and my pussy was beaten down red.

He collapsed on top of me as we listened to each other’s heartbeat. His hair tangled in between my fingers and his eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m gonna need my own underwear collection of yours.”

You could feel his breath hitch against your chest.

Giggles filled the once sex filled room.

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THE END!!

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fyrewcters · 1 year

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Hi I saw you're taking request *_* Can you please write a comfort story for Alicent x Reader. Perhaps Reader taking care of Alicent after Larys leaves her and she is obviously shaken and just wants someone to care for her and not expect anything in return.

Thank youuuuuu :)

a queens comfort - alicent hightower x fem!reader

summary: the queen requests the presence of her longtime “companion”

warnings: mentions of relationship between the reader and criston cole. mentions of larys strong. smut.

a/n: (wc - 3467) i got a bit carried away. oh well. also sorry for the bad smut I’m not that good at writing it yet. I do not allow anyone to repost or translate my work onto any other platforms. gif credit: vanessacarlysle

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y/n sat within her chambers reading a heavy book filled with texts of the history of Dorne, a kingdom she had admired due to its diversity in customs and culture and for its beautiful views and architecture. She had left very few candles aflame and allowed the scent of wax as well as oils and fragrances from the bath she had taken previously to cloud within the room.

She was perched with her legs placed beneath her and had already changed into her nightly sleeping gown, something other noble ladies of the court would consider quite scandalous due to the amount of skin visible, especially considering it had been a well-spend purchase whilst in Dorne, a kingdom well-known for its openness in most things, including clothing.

Suddenly as her head began to fall and she began to give into her slumber and faraway dreams a knock was heard at her door. Her head lifted quickly, giving her head a small ache at its swift rise. She set the book aside on a nearby table and quickly approached the door. It was opened to reveal a member of the kingsguard, recognizable by the white creme-white cloak. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the knight began to speak.

“Lady y/n,” he bowed his head in a respectable manner to acknowledge a noble and highborn woman. “The Queen has requested your presence within her chambers.”

y/n both sighed and then gulped as she nodded to the knight, “allow me to grab something modest to cover myself with, Ser.”

He nodded his head and stepped away from the door as she gently shut it and let out a breath. Alicent was requesting her presence and she didn’t have the slightest clue why. She and Alicent had become quite close when she was brought with her father to King’s Landing during her younger years. After the relationship between Alicent and the Princess, Rhaenyra Targaryen, ceased to exist Alicent became hard and stern. It was only but a few months after the Princess’ wedding to Ser Laenor Velaryon, the son of the Sea Snake, did y/n and members of her house arrive.

y/n was only six-and-ten when she had first visited the Red Keep. She had arrived with her mother and father as well as her brothers. Her father had been called to the Capitol after a raven had arrived at their ancestral home bearing an offer of becoming a member of the small council, replacing the late Lord of Harrenhal. Lyonel Strong after he had been lost in a tragic accident involving flames erupting the cursed castle of Harrenhal.

Two of her brothers, Finnick and Mikael, had also been sent ravens informing them of the opportunity of becoming knights of the Kingsgaurd. So, they had set about on their journey to Westeros’ Capitol. y/n was ecstatic when she had first arrived at the new setting she could explore and maybe even find a husband in, suitable to the liking of her lord father. She had roamed the Red Keep for weeks, finding solace within the gardens or her chamber’s balcony where she could read without interruption. It was unbeknownst to her that the Queen had taken a secret liking to her. It had begun when she learned of the girl’s taken liking to her sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole.

y/n had often become visibly flustered in the presence of the Queen’s sworn shield within her time of the Red Keep. She tried not to let the beautiful Dornish knight distract her from her duties as both a maiden and a Lady, but even then the flame of her fancy struggled to be snuffed out, especially when he had begun to indulge her. Sweet and innocent kisses here and then, words whispered within the shadows of the castle, gentle hands held as one whenever they could escape their duties. It was both blissful and exciting to y/n, until the Queen had become aware.

The Queen had developed an unspoken and secret infatuation with the girl who had reminded her so much of herself. Enjoying reading in solitude, rather than having to face Lords and Ladies of the court, enjoying the sweeter desserts rather than soured like lemon cakes, taking an interest in the gardens filled with endless flowers and plants. She had often found her eyes straying to y/n whenever in her presence and enjoying the calmness that would wash over her when simply watching her.

She had witnessed the small glances between her sworn shield and y/n but thought nothing of it, especially considering Ser Criston had swore that he would never take any interest in another woman for the rest of his days and solely devote himself to her, after she had prevented him from taking his life and offering him a pardon from his sins and a fresh start to become her sworn protector.

She felt a swell of an unknown feeling erupting within her chest when she learned of the secret relationship between Ser Criston and y/n. She thought of confronting them, but that would lead to consequences, consequences she didn’t wish for y/n to ever suffer. So, she simply offered y/n a position that would always keep her within arms reach and would allow Alicevnt to always know of her whereabouts.

When the Queen had offered her a chance to become one of her ladies-in-waiting she was in disbelief that she, a clumsily silly ordinary girl, in her opinion despite being a proper and highborn lady, had been offered such a thing by the Queen herself. She immediately accepted with a large smile erupting on both women’s faces. y/n, at the offer and high position with the Queen, and Alicent at the fact that y/n would be hers, not Cristons.

Their relationship had been strictly professional within the beginning, well professional from y/n’s part, Alicent was aware of what she had done the second y/n had said yes to her. y/n was often confused by the Queen’s behavior considering it was more intimate than most between royal women and their ladies-in-waiting, more intimate than girlfriends if she was being honest. Hugs that often lasted longer than ordinary one, hand holding that would go on without letting go for hours, late night chamber visits, and so on.

It wasn’t until a few years later that y/n had understood and finally could grasp just how deep the Queen’s feelings for her were. The small relationship had somewhat evolved between y/n and Criston had evolved to intimate and passionate kissing and when Alicent had found out she had done what she didn’t before, she confronted y/n.

y/n was brushing out the Queen’s hair, assisting her with getting ready for bed and taking out the intricate braids done by servant girls in the earlier morrow. y/n was smiling as she recalled her day to the Queen and informed her of her day spent with Aemond in the library, reading of Targaryen histories. Alicent hesitated with the comfronation when she heard of y/n’s spent time with her son. Aemond had told her of his deep affection for the women who treated him no differently from Aegon and Helaena despite not having a dragon and often choosing books with y/n rather than mischievous adventures with his brother. But she decided to go through with it nonetheless.

“What have you been doing when the hour of the owl strikes? Once all maids and servants have retreated to their chambers? What is it you do?” Alicent suddenly asked as she looked at y/n through her vanity mirror. y/n’s face paled and she paused in brushing Alicent’s hair before she gulped and continoused.

“Usually I simply read. Sleep often evades me and I spend the night on my balcony with a book, it’s most relaxing.” y/n replied and hoped the Queen couldn’t see through her lies. Alicent smiled at her, and hope swelled within y/n until she continued speaking.

“You are good at many things, my sweet y/n, but lying was never your strongest talent,” the sickly sweet tone and nickname made y/n want to leave the room in fear and embarrassment. “So, it is true what they whisper amongst the maids and servants of the Red Keep.”

“What is true?” y/n whispered after struggling to reply.

“Of this relationship between you and Ser Criston,” Alicent sneered at both the referral to the relationship and when mentioning the knight, a man she wished she had let reap his punishments years ago.

“I-” tears had begun to cloud y/n’s vision as she dropped the brush and backed away from the vanity. Alicent stood and began to walk towards her, like a predator stalking towards its prey.

“Have you let him touch you? Have you allowed him to sully and soil you? Have you allowed him to take what he, the mere son of a steward, doesn’t deserve? Have you allowed him to take your maidenhead?” Alicent’s continuous questions made the tears fall from y/n eyes as she continuously shook her head in denial.

“No, no, no. We’ve done…things, but I remain a maiden, my Queen,” she whispered as best she could through the sobs. Alicent quickly wrapped her arms around y/n and allowed her sobs to calm as she stroked allowed her hand to stroke y/n’s hair.

“Shh, shh. It's alright, my sweet. No need for any more tears. If what you say is true and despite still being a maiden, you allowed a simpleton man to touch you, a privilege he does not deserve. There is only one person who should be allowed to touch you. Do you know who that is?” She asked as y/n’s breathing had returned to normal. She shook her head in confusion of who was only allowed to touch her.

“Me, your Queen. The only person who should be allowed to touch you is me, just as I only ever wish for you to touch me. For to indulge in each other, to confide in each other.” Alicent admitted as she lifted y/n’s head into her line of sight. She looked down at her lips and suddenly couldn’t deny herself any longer. “May I kiss you?”

y/n hesitating in answering. She had always been taught that it was a sin for women to do anything sexual or imtimiate with other woman just as it was a sin or a man to be with another man. But y/n had never thought it that way, she never saw what was wrong with simply loving or having desires, whether it be a woman with a woman or a man with a man, it didn’t really bother y/n. So, with a shaky breath she let out a small, “yes.”

At that small and simple word Alicent crashed her lips against y/n’s. Her kisses were like a woman starved as her tongue demanded entrance. Alicent’s hand grazed over y/n’s covered womanhood causing her to gasp and at that opportunity, her tongue slid into her mouth. It tasted of the wine they had drank while breaking their fast together within her chambers causing Alicent to moan into her mouth.

y/n, having never been kissed with such passion and desire, moaned into the kiss as Alicent led them towards her large bed, only having realized as her knees hit the edge causing her to fall backwards. She gasped as they broke apart and Alicent continued to look at her hungirly. y/n looked at Alicent through hooded eyes as the Queen began to slide the elegant green dress off of herself. y/n gulped as the Alicent, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, mother to several Targaryen children, stood bare before her. Though she still had a similar appearance as her younger self, marks had embedded themselves to her belly from her several pregnancies and all y/n wished to do was kiss all her scars and remind her how beautiful she was.

“I don’t expect for anything to happen tonight, per say, especially considering I am severely inexperienced and clueless in the art of pleasuring a woman. I simply wish for us to lay together and for activities of desire to occur once we are both ready and actually know what to do in performance.” Alicent admitted as she attempted to hide her belly once noticing y/n’s stares.

y/n suddenly stood up and removed her own gowns, including her undergown meant for even more modesty. She too stood bare as she removed Alicent’s hands that hid her scars and led them to lie upon the soft bed. y/n pulled the blankets up to cover their bare bodies. y/n’s fingers grazed Alicent’s perfect face, as she thought it to be, and placed gentle kisses all around her face causing the Queen to giggle, a childish giggle that caused y/n to smile. She wished to always hear that sound and if she could find a way to preserve it, she so desperately would.

And so, they did just that lie and sleep together, with the comfort and warmth of each other's arms. More had occurred throughout the years they spent together after y/n had chosen go educate herself. She often snuck away to the Street of Silk where she learned how to pleasure not a man but a woman. She often paid whores for their teaching and sometimes, though rarely they would teach her by pleasuring her body, visual and physical teaching they called it. It was something Alicent later forbade from happening once she learned of what whores were doing to her sweet y/n.

Though the knowledge she had gained had made their nights all the more pleasurable. y/n would display her leanings on her Queen and would spend the night making her cry out and throw her head in indescribable pleasure. That was their relationship for years, even up until the death of Viserys Targaryen, the King. The secret relationship between the Queen and Lady y/n had been a secret amongst solely themselves with the expectation of Ser Criston Cole who had been threatened with the sentence of torture then death by Alicent once he had learned of their relationship, should he ever seek vengeance against y/n who had broke off their secret arrangement.

As Ser Henrik, as she had learned to call him, led her to her lover’s chamber she contemplated what had happened for her to be called especially considering Alicent had informed her of her wish for a night in solitude, leaving y/n slightly saddened by an occurrence that hadn’t happened in years. She stole a breath as she approached the door of the Queen’s chamber.

“Thank you, Ser Henrik. But I presume your assistance is no longer needed,” she dismissed the knight as he slightly bowed and walked away. She knocked upon the door and waited until she heard a ‘come.’

“Alicent what’s happened?” y/n asked as she approached her lover, or more so, the love of her life and sat on the cushioned bench beside her. Alicent quickly latched on to her and she noticed how tightly Alicent had embraced her as she took her within her arms. “What's wrong, my love?”

“It was needed, it was necessary,” is all she mumbles and suddenly y/n understood and anger flared through her body as she cursed Larys Strong.

“I’m going to kill him or have him killed, I don't care which one it has to be. As long as he is dead and removed from our lives for good. He cannot carry on using and taking advantage of you through the threat of exposing us,” she seethed as she brushed away the stray curls from Alicent’t perfect face.

“I’m sorry, my love. I’m so sorry,” y/n apologized as she placed a gentle kiss on Alicent’s forehead and continued stroking her hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Lord Larys is simply a sickly man who enjoys preying upon my only weakness, you.” Alicent mumbled as her head lay between y/n’s breasts, basking in the warmth and comfort her love brought compared to the overbearing gloominess cast over her a moment ago.

“Would you like to take a bath?” y/n asked as she continued her movements.

“No, no I simply wish for the comfort that is you,” she shook her head as she looked up into the eyes of the love of her life, the woman who had stood beside her though everything. The woman who had comforted her when she had needed it, who had raised children she considered more her and y/n’s than the king’s. y/n had loved and raised her children like a second mother, more than their father ever had. The woman who would kiss her cuticles and fingers and would clean the blood whenever her anxiety got the better of her.

Alicent placed her boney palms upon y/n’s cheek and let her lips lead them into a passionate kiss. Alicent quickly made work on removing her dress without breaking the kiss until y/n placed her hand upon Alicent’s backside and began to remove the gown for her. They stood and y/n made a quick and practiced haste to undo the laces, something that she had seemingly done hundreds of times already. Once her green gown pooled at her feet Alicent turnt y/n backwards to in turn remove her gown, though this one was much easier considering it being only a nightgown.

y/n led them towards the bed they shared almost every night and layed Alicent upon it. As y/n hovered over her queen she placed sweetly wet kisses on Alicent’s jaw and moved down to her throat. Alicent’s hands entangled themself in y/n’s hair once her kisses reached her breasts. y/n took one of her nipples within her mouth and swirled her tongue around the hardened bud as Alicent released a desperate moan. The ache and wetness in her cunt grew as y/n groped the breasts that weren't in contact with her mouth.

“y/n, I need you-” she trailed off with a moan as y/n’s knee rubbed against her soaking cunt.

“What do you need, my love? Tell me what you need,” she asked as her fingers trailed down to the hair that covered her mound and gently rubbed.

“I need you to touch me. Please touch me,” Alicent begged as her fingers pulled at y/n’s hair.

“I would hate to make my Queen beg,” y/n mocked as she kissed down her belly to her mound and kissed over the dark hair. And then finally her mouth reached the spot in which Alicent was most desperate for causing her to let out an obscene whine.

Alicent’s face contorted into one of pleasure as y/n licked and latched on to her clit. She arched her body in response as her head fell and eyes rolled back in pleasure. y/n continues to lick and such at her clit until Alicent voiced her impending orgasm. “I’m- I’m close-”

y/n smiled as she continued her ministrations and quickly encouraged her. “Let go, my sweet.”

Alicent let out a loud moan as pure euphoria washed over her as she came. y/n drinking in her orgasm and she softly licked around her sensitive nub. She sat up after watching Alicent's body shake at the overstimulation. “So sweet, just as always, my beautiful Queen.”

Alicent’s face is soon replaced by a lazy smile as y/n crawls up the bed to lie beside her. y/n holds her within the arms as she brought the sheets up to cover their bare bodies. Alicent mumbles from the comfort she’s found within y/n’s breasts. “Thank you, for being here with me, for being with me always.”

“There’s no need, my love. I’ll always stay with you and I will always be there when you need me.” y/n dismissed her sayings of gratitude as she wrapped her arms around her tighter. “Sleep, my Queen, rest. You deserve it after all the exhaustion you’ve been caused from today’s events.”

Alicent nodded as she fell away into the relief of slumber and y/n followed soon after. Both dreamed of lives consisting of just the two of them, happy and forever in love without the burdens of their responsibilities and disapproval of society and the people at the love shared between two women. They’d always be together, as they had promised each other, together in both life and death, bound by the instastiable and flaming love between them.

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Ok ok ok so I've been sitting on this idea lately. I wasn't sure if I wanted to request it or actually (yipes) try to write it myself. But like, will I actually ever write it? Probably not. So it should get shared with my tumblr bestie! Fair warning--this is much more fluffy rather than smutty. Think I've just been in that mood lately. :)

I mentioned this idea a bit ago—basically it’s friends to lovers with Steve + the shared bed trope! Here’s what I’m thinking:

You and Steve are best friends, and you’re very touchy with/attentive to one another. You’re often nestling into his side when you sit next to one another, he’s grabbing your hand, pulling you onto his lap, looking at you first for your reaction to stuff, etc. Maybe we see some of this dynamic at a game night or like the group goes to Hawkins’ new skating rink?!

Afterwards, when you go to the diner for a late dinner, you order your meals as a single entity, editing each other’s orders etc because obviously you’ll be splitting everything and pulling food off each other’s plates, speaking in your shared shorthand (that frankly your friends find baffling—almost like you’re reading one another's minds). You’re basically codependent, and it’s all fun and games…

At least it was, until the gang goes on a road trip, and through some mix up you step into the hotel room the two of you booked, and it doesn’t have two full beds… it has one.

You can’t remember the last time you felt shy in front of one another, but you definitely are now. Steve’s like it’s ok I’ll sleep on the floor, already making up a “bed,” and you’re pulling him up, reassuring him, saying don’t be silly, it’s not… weird… and maybe there was a little moment when you saw each other in your PJs for the first time, but you shrug it off, and the first night you start sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, but when Steve wakes up in the middle of the night, he sees you’ve slung your leg over him and he… kinda likes it (and ok, he likes that thin pajama top you have on, too). Then on night two, you wake up to find Steve’s reached over and has an arm across your waist and it’s… nice. Maybe the third night something happens… someone gets cold or there’s a nightmare with sleep talking or they hear a noise and Steve’s gotta go into protector/comforter mode? I’m not sure what exactly but I just feel like there’s opportunity for a *moment* there. Anyway, on the last morning you wake up to the best smell and when you open your eyes you’re fully spooning one another, and that smell is your best friend… who ok, yeah, maybe you like more than a friend because his smell alone is so comforting and he knows you better than anyone else and actually there’s no one you’d rather be sharing a bed with.

When you gently wake Steve up at first he springs off you and profusely apologizes, making wild excuses, but the only reason he needs to apologize is because he stopped the cuddles (plus now you’re cold). Cuteness ensues where they both cautiously admit that their feelings have changed over the last few days and then… tender first kiss and (sexy) cuddles?

Bonus… maybe Eddie makes some suggestive comment towards them at breakfast and reader/Steve are just like oh nothing, just had a really good night’s sleep…

I included so many ideas here, please don’t feel like you need to include everything (or even write this at all)! You are more than generous for writing so many of our (and my) requests, Erin! You’re the sweetest and we’re not worthy! 💘☄️💘

Okay I’m loving this idea. I’m LIVING for the fluff, I’m telling you. Funny thing is, when I was reading this, I instantly thought of a title and now I’m just so excited to write this. I hope I can do it justice!

(Note: Reader is Robin in this gif, this isn’t in any way a romance between Robin and Steve.)

Twin Flames

Steve Harrington x Reader

MASTERLIST

You and Steve were a packaged deal, no ifs, ands or buts. Wherever you went, Steve was almost guaranteed to be with you and vice versa. You were practically joined at the hip in that way.

You’d been close to Steve since the beginning. It’d only been three years since you first met Steve in senior year history class, but you became fast friends. You told each other everything and were practically always with one another. It wasn’t something either of you tried to do, it just came naturally in your friendship, it always had. In fact, you were closer to him than some of your girlfriends. He truly was your ride or die.

You didn’t exactly have a normal friendship either. To the outside world, it appeared you and Steve were something more due to the fact of your closeness and intimacy. It wasn’t uncommon for you guys to hug, cuddle or hold hands, it was just something that happened because you were so comfortable with him. But you really and truly were friends.

It wasn’t any different tonight when you’d been invited out by the group of kids to visit Hawkins’ newest roller rink that had just opened. Steve was relentlessly teasing you for having to wear skates a size too big for your feet due to the fact that they’d run out of your size.

“Come here,” he laughed, pulling your legs into his lap as he tied the skates as tight as he could.

“If I fall and break your neck, it’s your fault,” you grumbled.

“I’ll be sure to send the prettiest bouquet of flowers for your funeral then,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder as you stood. You wobbled unsteadily as you hit the rink, it having been a long time since you’d roller skated. You felt a hand take yours a moment later and turned to see Steve next to you, holding on tight.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t fall and break your neck,” he smiled warmly.

“My knight in shining armor,” you replied dryly, but he knew you were relieved about the extra stability.

You heard laughter as the group of kids whirled by the two of you, barely more than a blur of color as they were off again. You grabbed a hold of Steve’s forearm, squeezing tightly in attempt to stay on your feet. He laughed boisterously at your struggles, much to your dismay.

“You look like Bambi taking her first steps,” he noted.

“I told you, it’s been years since I did this,” you grumbled.

“Well I believe you now,” he smirked, taking your other hand, “Just follow my lead okay?”

“How are you good at this anyway? I’ve never seen you on roller blades before yet you’re gliding around like Tinkerbell.”

“What can I say? I’m good at just about anything I put my mind to,” he playfully winked at you, his grin growing to flash the stunning smile of his.

You stifled a groan, rolling your eyes. This was something you often did in his presence, although never in annoyance. More like in endearment, even if he was intolerable sometimes—in a loveable way.

“Insufferably so, I’d say,” you muttered, watching his feet as you tried to mimic his movements.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he faked, tilting his ear towards you.

“Nothing,” you smiled innocently.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

It took a few tries and a few times falling straight on your ass—much to Steve’s amusement—before you finally managed to skate better, albeit still pretty clumsily thanks to the loose skates.

“You go ahead and have fun okay? I think I’ll just watch on the sidelines. These aren’t doing me any favors,” you scowled down at at the offending skates.

“No way. I can’t be responsible if you crash and burn from here to the edge of the rink,” he shook his head, skating circles around you.

He bent and scooped you up, making you squeal loudly.

“Steve!” you shrieked, gripping onto him for dear life.

He laughed, skating the both of you to the sidelines, all while he held you bridal style in his arms. Yours and his laughter mixed as he finally put you down when it was safe.

The noise captured the younger teens’ attention who watched you both intensely, though you and Steve didn’t happen to notice.

“I sometimes wonder if they’re actually secretly dating and just haven’t told us,” Max mused, twirling in circles as she watched the pair with her friends.

“Doubtful,” Lucas argued.

“What makes you think that?” she queried.

“I feel like we’d be able to tell if they were dating,” Will pointed out.

“Yeah, they’d be insufferable,” Dustin said.

“But they act like they’re dating. Like look at them,” Mike motioned to you and Steve.

You had your foot in Steve’s lap making him untie the skate for you; Mike turned back to his friends with a raised brow.

“But they’re just friends,” El said, “Can’t girls and boys be just friends? I mean, I’m just friends with you guys,” she shrugged, motioning to Dustin, Lucas and Will.

“Yeah, but you don’t do things like that with us,” Lucas said, gaze flicking in the direction of you and Steve.

After he’d untied your skates and you’d put on your normal shoes, you’d settled next to Steve, slouching into his side, leaning against him.

Steve saw the group congregated, staring at you and him and he flipped them off causing them to scatter.

“Shit, we’ve been caught,” Dustin said, scattering with the others.

Max shrugged, peering over her shoulder once more before calling out to the other five.

“Either way, it’s incredibly amusing.”

•

Trivia night was always loud, chaotic and incredibly fun.

Tonight, it was being hosted in Mike Wheeler’s basement, the group being split up into two groups: older teens vs. younger teens. You, Steve, Robin, Eddie and Nancy made up one team and you competed against Will, Mike, Max, Dustin and Lucas. El had offered to keep score and Jonathan was in charge of the trivia questions.

For this game, it was current pop culture questions, mainly music and movies, which surprisingly the younger teens had done great at getting answers. So far, it was a landslide with the kids leading by 8 points.

“How do you guys know half this stuff? You were practically babies at the start of the decade!” Robin huffed.

“One, we were only eight or nine. Hardly babies,” Dustin argued.

“We also have older siblings too, so we know things,” Mike said, giving a pointed glance at Nancy.

“Okay, round 2!” Jonathan called out.

“We gotta catch up,” you groaned to your teammates, “They’re making us look bad!”

“Hey, it’s not our faults you screwed up the Back To The Future question!” Steve poked your side, making you squirm, “Everyone knows the car used as the time machine was a DeLorean!”

“Apparently not everyone,” Eddie mumbled.

“You make one mistake,” you sighed, flopping back against the couch, dramatically.

“It’s okay, we got this,” Steve nodded, reaching out and pulling you into his lap.

It was something he did so often that it never phased you anymore, though you did try to avoid the curious stares from your friends it always elicited. It might not be normal for most friends, but you and Steve weren’t most people.

“Alright! First question!” Jonathan announced, holding up an index card like a game show host, “Which comedy-drama film features a group of high schoolers spending detention together?”

“The Breakfast Club!” you shouted, milliseconds after he finished the question.

“Correct! Point for Team Steve.”

Jonathan motioned to El who added another tally on the white board. The score currently showed Team Steve with 9 points and Team Lucas with 16.

“It’s one of her favorite movies,” Steve rolled his eyes at your teammates, chuckling when you hit his chest.

“Hey, at least I got it right!”

“Yes, you did, Y/N,” he grinned, squeezing your waist playfully, “Would you like a cookie?”

“Asshole,” you mumbled.

“Next question,” Jonathan pulled out another index card from the deck—he was clearly enjoying the trivia host role.

“Which movie features Dan Ackroyd, Bill Murray and Harold Ramis?”

“Ghostbusters!” you and Robin hollered, only seconds before Dustin did.

“Ah, Team Steve got it out first,” Jonathan tutted, “Sorry, Team Lucas.”

“It’s your fault for making Y/N watch that so many times, Steve!” Dustin grumbled.

“What can I say? My girl here is smart,” he grinned.

“Yes, I am,” you stuck your tongue out at Dustin.

“Oh very mature,” he shot back, making you laugh.

“Love you, Dustin!”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” he waved you off, also giving you the finger at the same time.

You grinned, delighted that your team was starting to score more.

“What music product did Sony release in 1980?” Jonathan asked next.

“Walkman!” Max yelled, hardly giving any chance for you or your teammates to open your mouths.

“Damnit,” you pouted, “We we’re doing good.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them,” Steve said and you turned sideways in his lap so you could ruffle his hair.

He groaned.

“Must you?”

“Yes because you’re a great team captain. So positive!”

Nancy, Eddie and Robin just laughed at your antics and Steve’s sour face at having his hair messed up. But they agreed, he was definitely great at encouraging the team.

“What is the name of the van that Scooby Doo and his friends travel around in?” Jonathan read.

“The Mystery Machine!” you and Steve called out in unison.

“Point for Team Steve!” El called, marking it.

You and Steve high-fived one another.

“We’ll catch up, don’t you worry,” Steve called to the other group.

“Keep dreaming, Harrington!” Lucas called.

Between you, Nancy and Robin, Team Steve earned five additional points, leaving you guys one point behind.

The next question, you knew Eddie had in the bag before Jonathan even finished asking it.

“Who played the guitar solo in Michael Jackson’s hit, Beat It?”

“Eddie Van Halen, of course,” Eddie shrugged as if it was obvious.

“Alright, that’s what I’m talking about man!” Steve grinned, high-fiving the other male over your head.

It was now a dead tie, the last question, worth five points would decide who would be the winner of tonight’s game. You’d stood from Steve’s lap where he’d been keeping you locked right in his arms for most of the game, now leaning anxiously against the arm of the couch. You took your competitions seriously.

“Which movie features creatures that should never be fed after midnight?” Jonathan read the last question.

“Gremlins!”

It was a blend of yours, Steve’s and Robin’s voices that hollered the answer at the same time.

“Oh come on! Not fair!” Mike yelled, “Of course they’d know that. They work at a video rental store.”

“Perks of the job, kid,” Robin shrugged.

“I answered it, I don’t work there, so that means we win!” you grinned.

“Congratulations Team Steve for winning with 21 points to Team Lucas’ 17 points. Better luck next time,” Jonathan announced in his best game show host voice.

Your team cheered, excited to finally win a game. Usually, it was the kids who won. Steve swooped you into his arms and spun you around in excitement.

“I don’t see him twirling any of us around,” Robin muttered to Nancy, who had to disguise her laugh as a cough.

“No way in hell is Harrington twirling me around,” Eddie retorted causing both girls to burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, once Steve set you down.

You pushed the hair that had flown into your face out of the way as you peered at Nancy and Robin. You saw them exchanged a glance.

“Nothing,” they said, a bit too perfectly in time.

It was definitely curious and something told you that you’d been the topic of their discussion. But you didn’t give it much more thought when Dustin spoke up.

“All that trivia has made me hungry.”

“Same. I’m starving,” you nodded.

It’s as if your stomach heard you because it let out an angry growl just then, loud enough for the entire room to hear.

“Was that your stomach or a fire breathing dragon in there?” Steve laughed, patting your belly, “Better feed this one before she gets grouchy.”

You swatted his hand away, feeling your face heat in embarrassment.

“How about we hit the diner for a late dinner?” Nancy asked, already heading toward the stairs to grab her car keys, “I can take the majority of you guys and Steve and Y/N can take the rest.”

Steve looked at you as if to gauge your reaction before he committed to anything. You nodded.

“Sounds good to me. Come on losers, we’ll take you three,” you said, motioning to Max, Lucas and Dustin.

“You’re never letting us live this down are you?” Lucas asked.

“Well if it’s going to be our only win, I might as well celebrate it for as long as possible,” you countered.

“So, never?” Dustin asked.

“You heard the girl,” Steve said, slinging his arm around your shoulders as he fished his keys out of his pocket, “Never.”

•

“I’ll have the cheeseburger with lettuce, mayo, pickles-”

“Extra pickles by the way,” you cut in on Steve’s order, “Oh and tomato and onion on the side please. He doesn’t like them but I do.”

The waitress cocked a brow, but wrote it down.

“Fries with that?”

“Yes,” Steve nodded.

“Crinkle cut and seasoned,” you piped in.

The waitress nodded, turning to you so you could order.

“I’ll have the turkey club please,” you ordered.

“She’ll have extra Pepper Jack cheese on that too, light on the mustard. Oh and no fries, the homemade chips for her,” Steve added.

“With an extra serving of ranch for the chips. Thank you,” you smiled politely at the waitress who was eyeing you both.

Since you were the last of the group to order, she took the stack of menus you had gathered from your hands, walking away while muttering under her breath. You turned to Steve with an amused smirk.

“Does she think-”

“Most definitely,” he answered.

“How bad?”

“Eh, 10. You think-”

“Yep,” you nodded, cutting him off mid-sentence, “Do we-”

“Nah.”

“‘Kay,” you answered, turning back to the rest of the group, who looked completely baffled.

“What was that about?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, we figured the waitress probably thought we’re crazy with the way we ordered for each other—which makes sense to us because all we do is eat off one another’s plates and split food all the time—and Steve said he figured it was on a scale of 10 for how crazy she thought we are,” you explained.

“And that she probably thinks we’re a couple and we’re not even going to bother to correct her,” Steve finished.

All you both got were blank stares and a few blinks.

“You mean you communicated all of that with about a dozen words?” Eddie asked, amazed.

“They practically finish each others’ sentences,” Robin said, “It’s creepy.”

“And impressive,” Max mused, “Maybe we need to up our communication skills,” she said, nudging Lucas.

“Y’all are weird,” Dustin said, shaking his head.

You laughed, looking over at Steve.

“That’s just what normal is for us.”

•

Normal had lasted for three years of friendship.

Now, nothing seemed normal. All because of one road trip.

After talking about it for months, you, Steve and the entire gang had finally embarked on the road trip now that the kids were on summer vacation. You’d all been planning this road trip all year leading up to this week, mainly to take the trip to the Indiana State Fair. It was opened for 18 days each summer and the kids had been begging you, Steve, their parents—whoever would drive—to take them.

After the long drive to Indianapolis, the entire crew had made it and were ready to fall into the hotel beds. Between the twelve of you, there had been five hotel rooms booked. Nancy and Jonathan obviously shared one, Eddie and Robin taking another, you and Steve taking the third. The fourth and fifth rooms were split up between the boys and girls—Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike sharing two double beds and Max and El in the last room. You were sure the amount of rooms and arrangements had challenged the hotel when you and Nancy made the reservations—there was no other explanation for what you were looking at.

Somehow, there had been a mix up and instead of there being two beds like you’d booked, you and Steve had gotten one double. You hadn’t even dropped your luggage yet, you were still standing in the doorway in horror.

“Nancy and Jonathan got one bed like they booked and Eddie and Robin got two doubles,” Steve said, coming back in after checking with the others.

“So it’s only our room that they messed up?” you sighed, “So much for switching with one of the others.”

You sighed, setting your bags down next to Steve’s.

“It’s not big deal,” he shrugged, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you frowned.

He waved you off, dismissing your politeness.

“Go ahead and go get changed, you’re dead on your feet.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the only thing that came out was a yawn. You decided to accept defeat and pulled out your pajamas, heading to the bathroom.

It was only when you came out of the bathroom with your pajama shorts and thin top on that you suddenly felt shy and awkward for the first time in your entire friendship. It didn’t help matters that you caught Steve just pulling off his shirt and you averted your eyes quickly, as if he’d need the privacy.

It didn’t stop you from getting an eyeful of his tanned back, a constellation of moles scattering over it. Enough that they mesmerized you and made you want to touch them all, tracing any kind of pattern you could over them.

In all the years you’d been friends, you’d done a lot of intimate things, but sleeping in the same bed was not one of them. You had no idea why it bothered you now, you’d cuddled with Steve many times before. But this, this felt different somehow.

“Oh hey,” he said, noticing you were back in the room, turning as he pulled a shirt out of his bag to put on.

You had more self control than you thought as you tried your best not stare at his bare chest. The front was as nice as the back, the map of beauty marks spread over onto this side as well. A thin layer of dark hair covered his pecs and tapered into a happy trail that led to places you did not need to be thinking of right now. Or at all, period.

He was just a man, with a body. It was Steve, for God’s sakes. You had no reason to be acting like you were.

It took a minute for you to realize what he was doing as you saw him drop one of the pillows from the bed onto the floor next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, climbing into bed.

“Making my bed,” he said, “I told you, I’d sleep on the floor.”

“Come on Steve, don’t be silly. No one ever sleeps well on the floor.”

You saw him hesitate for a beat and you jumped at the chance before he could say anything else.

“Come on, you can sleep in the bed,” you said, “I don’t bite.”

He chuckled, picking the pillow up and tossing it back on the bed.

“I know.”

You curled up on your side, practically on the edge, giving him as much room as possible. You couldn’t pinpoint why exactly, but something about this almost felt dangerous.

If Steve noticed, he didn’t say anything. He stayed a safe distance away on his side too. You were both exhausted and needed to get some sleep for what was sure going to be a long day tomorrow.

“Night Y/N,” he whispered.

“Night Steve.”

•

He wasn’t sure what woke him, whether it was a noise from the hotel hallway—which sounded oddly busy for the middle of the night—or something else. But the thought faded when he realized you’d moved closer to him sometime through the night.

Your leg was slung over his hip and oddly, he doesn’t mind one bit. He smiled to himself, knowing how embarrassed you’d be if you were awake and realized.

He watched you for a moment, the peaceful expression on your face as you slept, your lashes flush against your cheeks, your chest rising and falling with each breath. Something about the sight made his heart do calisthenics in his chest.

When did you get to be so beautiful?

Logically, he knew that was a dumb question. You’d always been attractive and although he’d been with you through crushes on many guys, he couldn’t actually remember why you never really dated. Sure, he’d dated around and had fun, but you were always loyal to him in a way.

He tried to shrug off the thoughts and what it could possibly mean, especially since it was in the middle of the night.

His eyes fell to your torso even though he’d tried to force himself not to look again, not after you’d first emerged from the bathroom. He couldn’t help but notice how thin your pajama top was—so thin he could see the delicate curve of your breasts.

God, he should not be having these thoughts about you. You were his best friend and deserved better than him leering at you.

But was it only that? Just physical desire? He couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to think more about it.

When you sighed in your sleep, moving your leg off of him and turning over with your back to him, he took it as an opportunity to distance himself from his previous thoughts and fall back asleep.

But as he drifted off again, a little part of him couldn’t help but miss the warmth of your body against his.

•

You were just as exhausted by the second night.

After a day filled with tons of festival rides, games and food, all topped off with endless walking, you and Steve practically fell into bed with barely a mumbled goodnight before falling asleep.

It was around 2 am when you woke, according to the clock on the bedside table and you needed to pee. You felt a weight on your waist and looked down; Steve’s arm was slung over your waist.

Just the tiniest—subconscious—action did funny things to your stomach. It felt like a herd of butterflies had been set loose in there, their wings flapping in sync. You hated to have to move from his embrace because it was actually rather nice, but you really had to go to the bathroom.

Sighing quietly to yourself, you accepted your fate and gently moved his arm from you, praying he wouldn’t wake. Thankfully, he stayed sound asleep. You sat at the edge of the bed, just for a second, watching him sleep.

Even in sleep, he had the cutest, tiniest curls of his hair that brushed his ears and the nape of his neck. A few pieces fell over his forehead, making it look intentional instead of sleep tousled. He stirred in his sleep, one arm reaching out to your side as if searching for you even in sleep.

You quietly got up and padded to the bathroom. It was only after you’d flushed and washed your hands that it hit you as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.

Somewhere, somehow, when you hadn’t even expected it, you had fallen in love with your best friend.

It was too heavy of a realization for the dark hours of nighttime and you pushed the thought away, promising to get back to it at a later date.

It was only when you slipped under the covers that you reached over for Steve’s arm, gently putting it back around you before nestling back into sleep.

•

Despite being a humid July night outside, the hotel room was freezing the third night and of course, neither of you could figure out how to control the temperature.

You grumbled as you climbed into bed, covered with goosebumps. You weren’t sure which was worse—being too hot or being too cold.

“Don’t be such a grouch,” Steve chuckled, “Here, come on. I’ll keep you warm.”

You gave him a skeptical look and he pretend to look wounded.

“Oh come on, we’ve cuddled plenty of times before and now you’re hesitant to?”

You knew it wasn’t his fault of your late night realization last night, but in the light of day, everything became so much more real. But you didn’t have the power in you to say no so you agreed.

“Don’t let me die of hypothermia now,” you mumbled as he pulled you into his arms, though keeping a close distance.

It was just enough to provide you with his body heat and you felt yourself melting in his embrace, all while slowly warming.

“I doubt that’s a real possibility,” he snorted, “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll always protect you. You know that.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that his words elicited. Thankfully, he couldn’t see your face.

“You’re too good to me, Steve Harrington.”

“As I should be.”

“Night,” you yawned.

“Night, Y/N.”

When you woke, sun was streaming in the window on the opposite side of the hotel room and your nose was filled with an alluring scent. Between spicy, earthy and what you feel like sunshine would smell like, you couldn’t place where it was coming from.

That is, until you opened your eyes and found yourself fully pressed against Steve, spooning him. Your body fit against his perfectly as his curled around yours. The sunshine smell was coming from him—the only man to ever make your heart do cartwheels in your chest.

You must’ve smelled his scent a million times, but why was it now that it stood out?

Because it’s comforting, your mind told you.

Everything about Steve was familiar to you, in a way—well almost everything. He’d been a constant in your life for so long as your best friend that it was hard to imagine him as anything else, but at the same time, you couldn’t ignore the warm and fuzzy feelings that being so close to him caused within you.

You were pretty sure there was no one in this world that knew you better than he did and yet that thought wasn’t scary. He’d seen you at your highest and your lowest and stuck with you through the hardest challenges. He’d helped celebrate your successes and turned to you when he needed someone. In a way, it truly was like he was your other half. So why had it taken so long for you to realize you had feelings for him that expanded past friendship?

Maybe because your friendship wasn’t as conventional as most, you were able to disregard any feelings you might’ve had as just a fluke. But no sweeping under the rug would change what you were feeling in this moment. One fact that changed everything.

There was no one else you’d rather be sharing a bed with than Steve.

“Steve,” you whispered, a hand on his forearm, shaking him gently.

“Mm?” he mumbled, still half asleep.

There was a rustle of sheets and a hoarse curse from behind you.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!”

He sprang off of you like he’d been cuddling a hungry tiger. You frowned as you rolled over to face him.

“I’m so sorry. I must’ve been dreaming or yeah, sorry I’m a cuddler, I’ll cuddle anything in my sleep,” he waved his hand dismissively, his cheeks a deep scarlet.

He had actually jumped out of bed after he disentangled himself from you and now was standing on his side of the bed looking thoroughly embarrassed. It was adorable, but you decided to have mercy and put him out of his misery.

“The only thing you should be sorry about is the fact you stopped cuddling me. Now get back here because I’m cold again,” you pouted.

He practically melted at the sight of your cute pout. Your shirt had ridden up exposing the bare skin of your belly and side and he wanted nothing more than to put his warm hand on your skin while he kissed you.

The fact that the thought didn’t startle him made him realize just how far gone for you he was. There was no denying what he probably knew deep down all along. Now, he just wanted to kiss those lips that were pouting so sweetly at him.

“Can’t have you dying from hypothermia now can we?” he joked lightly as he slid back into bed, pulling you close.

His hand immediately went to the bare strip of skin, half resting on your clothed hip, half against your skin. His fingers stroked your skin absentmindedly and he swore he almost went breathless when you looked up at him, seriousness and sincerity in your eyes.

“Steve, I think I need to tell you something,” you whispered, bringing your bottom lip into your mouth between your top and bottom teeth.

It was a nervous habit of yours, something he knew well. But in this moment he really wished that you’d stop doing that because it made him want to silence you and just kiss the life out of you right then.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “And don’t feel like you have to spare my feelings or anything when I tell you this, I just want you to be honest with me. Okay?”

“I’ll always be honest with you,” he promised, eyes searching your face.

You took a deep breath, ready to plunge into this head on. It was a huge risk and you were scared, but you never lied to Steve. You had to be honest about how you felt for him, even if he didn’t return those feelings.

“I don’t know how it happened, or when, but at some point along the way in these last few years I think I fell for you Steve. I don’t know how the hell it took a hotel bed for me to figure it out and I’m sure there’s some euphemism in there somewhere but I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Steve. I don’t think I can be. I realize that probably just put you on the spot and I’m sorry, please don’t feel like you have to respond now or-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off.

You winced, realizing you were babbling.

“I hope you got the gist of that,” you murmured.

“I did,” he smiled.

You were silent as his gaze broke from yours and he looked up, as if trying to find the courage to say whatever he had to say next, up on the ceiling. You tried to prepare yourself for whatever it was—good or bad, thought you expected the worst. What you didn’t expect was what he said next.

“I’ve fallen so fucking hard for you, Y/N.”

His voice was tentative, but his words were sure. His eyes lowered back to yours and you saw the earnestness in them.

“I guess we’ve been too stupid to realize it all this time, huh?” you joked half-heartedly.

“The important thing is that we finally did.”

His hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he whispered, “And I don’t want to. You know there’s this term called a Twin Flame.”

You watched him, listening intently.

“Technically it means one soul split across two bodies. But it kind of feels like us. You’re a part of me in so many ways and you truly have half of my soul.”

He said nothing else as he brought your face to his and pressed his lips softly against yours.

You finally knew what people meant about seeing fireworks when kissing someone because it was truly like seeing them going off in your head all while feeling them in your heart. It wasn’t weird to be kissing Steve, it felt right. It felt like Christmases and birthdays rolled into one. It was like a freshly fallen snow, before any tracks were made. The kiss was serene, but like it was meant to be.

You also learned that he was able to take your breath away with a single kiss.

When you’d parted, he looked as dazed as you felt. You were sure you had an identical expression on your face.

“Was that okay?” he asked, hesitantly.

“More than okay,” you smiled, lacing your fingers through his, this time holding his hand for a much different purpose.

He pulled you into him and your head nestled against his chest, much closer than you’d ever been. You could hear his heartbeat beneath his shirt, feel the warmth of his body against yours, experience the tingles that his light touch on your bare skin under your shirt was giving you.

His legs were tangled with yours, your hips pressed closely to his abdomen. It elicited other feelings within you and it made you realize there was still so much more of Steve to learn and experience—but that was for another day.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered against your hair, “It’s just barely past 7 and everyone else won’t be awake for hours.”

You nodded, eyes slipping closed before you could even get another word out. Within minutes you were fast asleep in his warm embrace, Steve slipping into slumber not long after you.

•

You and Steve were all smiles at breakfast and it didn’t take a genius to know your friends were suspicious.

“You look chipper this morning,” Eddie smirked, gaze darting back and forth between you and Steve, “Anything you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”

You and Steve shared a smile before you got up to refill your juice glass.

“Nope. Just had a really great night’s sleep,” Steve said.

“Is that what they’re calling sex now?” you heard Robin mutter.

You about spilled your glass of juice, trying to cover your laughs as you brought a hand to your mouth.

“It’s about time though, dude. I always knew you guys were soulmates,” Eddie was saying as you returned to the table.

You sat down and Steve wrapped his free arm around your waist, giving your side a loving pat. You reached over, stealing a piece of bacon off his plate and adding it to yours before you resumed eating.

The dynamic may have changed between you and Steve, but some things would never change.

He was your best friend, soulmate and twin flame all rolled into one. You were pretty damn lucky, if you did say so yourself.

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hate II

summary: seeing each other for the first time, you don’t know what will happen rating: 18+ words: 4.9k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this is a long one, a little degradation so let me know what you think, would appreciate thoughts and feedback! cred for gif @l8tof1 read part 1 here

ever since the party you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about lewis, he had left you with hickeys every day you’d look at them and it’d transport you back to that night. you had succumbed to signing onto your finsta to watch his insta story not that he would’ve noticed if you were watching from your main but you didn’t wanna take the risk. you were curious as to where he was, what he was doing not because you cared - you still very much despised the man but you needed to know when he’d be back in town when you’d see him again and you couldn’t ask your mutual friends, they’d think it’s weird you care about his coming and goings.

you didn’t have to wonder for long tho, getting an invite for a dinner hosted by him. now you might think it’s weird but even though you couldn’t stand each other you both were civil in front of your mutual friends and invited each other to whatever was planned that included the group. you thought about what you were going to wear, you wanted to look sexy but not like you were trying too hard. this was the first time you were going to see each other since that night you let him degrade you, you were annoyed at how submissive to him you had been - he had the upper hand and you weren’t gonna let him. it was the night of the dinner and you arrived fashionably late, knocking on his door you fidgeted oddly anxious.

‘hi, you’re late’ he opened the door with a smile that could melt the coldest hearts but not yours, it was irritating.

‘you gonna let me in?’

‘idk, why should i?’

‘lewis!…’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance, pulling out your phone. ‘i guess i’ll just text the group chat that you won’t let me in’

‘damn, are you always such a brat?’

‘stop calling me that!’

he leaned down to your ears whispering ‘why? does it turn you on?’ you slapped his chest, shoving him, you couldn’t believe the audacity. finally stepping aside he let you in walking you to the bar, dinner hadn’t started yet. you greeted all your friends before walking over to the bar where lewis was.

‘what can i get for you?’

‘i can make my own drinks like i’d ever trust a drink from you?’

‘what do you think i’m gonna do? spike you? if i remember correctly i don’t need anything to get you to spread your legs for me.

you took in a sharp inhale, trying not to explode. what really angered you was the fact he wasn’t wrong and he was gonna rub it in your face.

‘fuck you’

‘you already did like a desperate slut’

he chuckled making you a pornstar martini throughout this interaction, he knew it was your favourite cocktail even going as far as to buy passion fruit for the dressing. why he made this effort he didn’t know, you certainly didn’t deserve it.

‘here’ handing you your cocktail, you took a sip how did he know your favourite cocktail?

‘how do you know i like a pornstar martini?’

‘because i know you’re basic and predictable’

‘sure or maybe you’re obsessed with me and watch my every move like a stalker freak’

‘you would like that wouldn’t you, you think you’re such hot shit’

‘yeah, i am’ and with that you walked away, joining your friends.

finally, time to sit and eat, he’d placed a name card for seating and for whatever reason you had ended up next to him. you sighed internally, ‘pull yourself together!’ you thought to yourself, you can’t let him know how much he pissed you off. you weren’t the only one caught by surprise, your friend pointing it out.

‘i didn’t place y/n next to me, someone has clearly rearranged the name cards’

your friends giggled, ‘you were so civil last month at my party. think of it like exposure therapy soon enough you’ll stop hating each other’ your other friends laughed, the notion ridiculous. you don’t know why but i bothered you that he didn’t want you next to him.

surprisingly you both remained civil for most of the night, you ate, drank and shared laughs with your friends till there was a lull in the conversation. he turned to you as you picked at your dinner, you didn’t mind eating vegan food but you were a picky eater.

‘are you a child? stop playing with your food’

‘stop watching me eat’

'don't play with your food then.'

'shut up.' without thinking you kicked him.

‘ouch! such a child' you wanted to kick him again but he already had your leg caged in with his.

‘let go of my leg’

‘will you behave?’

‘fuck off’

he let go but you weren’t done, you slipped your heel off, lifting your leg you pressed your foot into his crotch. his eyes widen choking on his food, you suppressed your laugh bringing your foot down. you ran your legs up his multiple times, pressing your foot into this crotch every time he spoke. he shot you a deathly glare but you didn’t care, when you start to knead his crotch that’s when he lost it, grabbing your foot to still you, his hold too firm you couldn’t escape.

he leaned in whispering, ‘you get me hard and you’re gonna have to take care of it’

‘oh shut up, if you want me to suck on your cock ask nicely’

you giggled at the annoyance on his face, maybe you shouldn’t have been rubbing his crotch but now that the line had been crossed, you just saw it as another way to mess with him. he let go of your leg allowing you the chance to slip away, heading to the bathroom. hearing a knock on the door you shouted out, 'just a minute!' you opened the door to find lewis.

‘ugh’ he grabbed you by the waist pushing you back into the bathroom.

‘you think you can get me hard and get away with it?’

you swallowed hard, he had you pinned against the bathroom wall his hand holding your chin, your pussy already throbbing.

‘fuck off’

‘not answering the question’

‘do i need to fuck the brat out of you again?’ he held your chin tracing his thumb over your lips, opening your mouth slightly lewis slipped his thumb in. sucking on his thumb your heart was racing, breathing shallow, the tension thick he pulled you in for a passionate kiss his hands on your ass you wrapped your arms around his neck jumping into his embrace. he walked over to the bathroom countertop sitting you down. he unzipped his trousers pulling out his hard cock pushing aside your panties he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, you moaned against his lips gripping the counter as lewis thrusted into you. opening your leg wider you arched your back as his pace quickened. you snaked a hand between your bodies seeking out your throbbing clit, lewis had decided he wasn't going to let you cum a punishment for being a brat, grabbing your wrist.

'oh you don't get to cum, this is about me and like the slut you are you're gonna let me use you'

'fuck lewis!'

'turn around, i want you to watch me fuck you like the whore you are.'

pulling out, you turned around facing the bathroom mirror he pulled your dress up slamming back into your soaked pussy, you couldn't help it but you let out a load moan.

'you want everyone to hear what a fucking you are? just a fucking hole for me to fill up'

you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back your moans, lifting one of your leg onto the counter giving him the perfect angle to get nice and deep, grabbing your arms he pinned them behind your back as he continued to slam into your pussy. he had complete control of your body now watching as he used your hole it turned you on, it felt almost primal, his thrusts soon becoming sloppy as he groaned into your ear you knew he was close to climax.

'fuck, i'm gonna cum!'

with one last thrust he released his hold on your arm and gripped your hips letting out a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside your warm hole, he held himself inside you for a few moments as he caught his breath. slowly pulling out he watched as his cum leaked out moaning at the sight. you twisted around clenching your pussy as you pushed out his fluids, running your fingers through your folds you swiped as much as possible as you licked his cum off your fingers.

'fucking hell'

you smirked at his reaction as he grabbed a wash cloth he cleaned the rest of the cum you had missed and pulling your panties back into position.

'get on your knees and clean me up'

you fell to your knees taking his still hard cock into your mouth licking off your mix of juices, he groaned as your tongue swirled around his cock.

'always such a good girl when my cock is in one of your holes, no attitude just a good little whore'

you rolled your eyes before standing back up, he chuckled as he tucked himself back.

'roll your eyes at me all you want, i'll put you in your place again or maybe that's why you're more annoying than ever, you're just a desperate cock slut.'

grabbing your face and he pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him hard and angry biting his bottom lip and tugging as you pulled away.

'we've been up here for too long, wait a few minutes before coming back down.'

he was taken aback by your casual behaviour but he's not sure what he expected, for the rest of the night things went smoothly, once dinner was over everyone headed into another room for more drinks with music playing now everyone was letting loose. you and lewis didn't interact for the rest of the night other than stealing glances at one another, you very frustrated having not being allowed to cum in the moment you didn't care caught up in watching lewis fall apart as he filled you up but all you could think about was how he had made you cum before and how good it felt but you said to yourself this couldn't happen again.

now home time everyone started ordering ubers home unfortunately for you, you lived in the opposite direction of your friends so you’d have to get an uber separately. that’s when the idea popped into your mind, this was a chance to be alone with lewis you hated talking to him but things needed to be straightened out about the last hook up, boundaries re-established. the last of your friends about to leave, you have them a hug goodbye.

‘don’t kill each other, now we’re not here to meditate’

you laughed, rolling your eyes ‘we can behave for the few minutes i have to wait for my uber’

‘okay good! bye sweeties’

you waved off your friends feeling slightly guilty for lying. now it was just you and lewis.

‘when’s your uber coming?’

‘it’s not, we need to talk first’

you headed into the living room sitting on the sofa.

‘look we we’re not fucking again and we’re gonna chalk it up to a drunken mistake’

‘i wasn’t drunk and i’ve seen you drunk plenty of times, you were tipsy at most.’

‘okay, who cares tipsy or drunk, same difference! so no more of the bathroom thing’

‘and what about you rubbing my crotch trying to get me hard?’

‘whatever that’s not happening again. now let’s go back to hating each other’

‘i don’t hate you’ you rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement.

‘you don’t hate me!? so being a dick to me is what then?’

‘you started it!’

‘no i didn’t’

‘the first time we met, you were so cold to me like my presence inconvenienced you’

‘that’s not true! i’m just socially awkward! and anyways, even after that, i tried to be nice but whenever i spoke to you, you acted like you didn’t wanna speak to me! and then you started with the unnecessary jabs about anything and everything! you put on this nice guy facade but you’re not a nice guy, you’re rude and irritating!’

lewis sat there taken aback by your outburst, processing your words. he thought back to the early days of meeting you, maybe you were so cold as he thought but then he remembered a comment you made.

‘you said ‘you don’t buy my nice guy act and that you thought i was a fuck boy’ you didn’t even know me and you were already judging me!’

‘well don't eavesdrop them! and i said I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt anyways! you’re always pictured leaving clubs and hotels with random women so me thinking you were a fuck boy is not out of this realm! and if it really bothered you should’ve said something at the time, you’re a grown man act like one.’

now he really didn’t know what to say, he should’ve just confronted you at the time but instead, he brought his walls up with you and pushed your buttons whenever he could.

‘i’m sorry, you’re right i should’ve spoken to you at the time instead of holding it against all this time’

‘thanks, i’m sure it was really hard for you to not have a woman drop to her feet for you’

‘see why do you do that! i was being sincere and you just jab at me’

‘the apology doesn’t change anything’

‘why not?’

‘because you can’t undo years' worth of hatred with one apology, when you’re consistently nice to me i’ll believe it’

‘you need to apologise too!’

‘no, if you hadn’t been eavesdropping you would’ve not known what i said and then we wouldn’t hate each other’

‘okay fair enough so how about an act of kindness right now?’ he leaned in close ‘can i kiss you?’ you nodded and with that, he placed a hand on your face as he closed the gap kissing you deeply. you fell back on the sofa, wrapping your legs around him as you continued to kiss. you rocked against each other practically dry humping, you could feel yourself get wetter when you felt his erection against your core. finally tearing himself from your lips he pressed his forehead against you, he pushed your dress up snaking his hand under your panties where he felt how soaked you were.

‘fuck you’re soaking wet, i haven’t even done anything. are you sure you hate me?'

you couldn’t hide your face and the sheer embarrassment you felt, he could read it all with him so close.

‘what happened to being nice?’

‘baby, i’m just stating facts and asking questions’

he slipped his fingers into your hole before you could say anything, instead letting out a moan.

'you're a lot less annoying when the only noises that come out of you are moans'

he dragged your juices up your folds, rubbing your clit. you wanted to say something but the pleasure was distracting, you kissed him hard and rough biting his bottom lip. unbuttoning his shirt, you ran your hands up his torso feeling his tight muscles. when you ran your hands down to unbutton his trousers, lewis pulled away from the kiss.

‘right now, i just wanna make you feel good’

he stood up pulling you up with him, turning you around he pressed kissing along the back of your shoulder and the nape of your neck as he unzipped your dress letting it pool at your feet. he unhooked your bra, turning you back around to face him. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply.

‘why am i naked again and not you?

pulling off his unbuttoned shirt he chuckled as your hand reached for his trousers.

‘you really want my cock? who knew you were such a cock slut’

you rolled your eyes, letting go of his trouser zip. ‘you know what let’s keep your trousers on’

he chuckled, he couldn’t help pushing your buttons and yeah he said he’d be nice but what’s a light poking? he pushed you back down onto the sofa, kissing along your neck leaving little nips.

‘stop that! i was covered in stupid hickeys last time’

‘good, i don’t want anyone touching what’s mine’

‘i’m not yours’

he leaned back up to face with smug look, ‘you let every guy fuck your like that?’

‘like you said i’m a slut’

‘i think you’re only a slut for my cock’

‘this arrogance is why i find you deeply annoying’

he ignored your insult noting the lack of denial but he chose not to bring it up too distracted by your tits in his face. he took one in his hand pinching your nipple and the other in his mouth, sucking and biting the nipple. you cried out in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips your rocked your hips against his hard cock which only made you moan louder.

‘lewis…fuck!’

he smirked at the strain in your voice, how desperate you sounded. he continued to press kisses down your body, one hand still on your chest. soon enough he was in between your leg.you lifted your legs as he pulled your underwear down, before you could bring them down he held your legs.

‘fuck you look so good like this’ he ran his fingers through your folds

‘you could fuck me like this’

‘you know if you actually begged for my cock i’d give it to you but for now you’ll have to settle for my mouth’

he released your legs opening them wide and pinning them down. he leaned down licking up your folds, taking your clit into his mouth. you arched your back, one arm thrown back digging into the sofa arm and the other digging into the sofa cushion.

‘oh fuck lewis’

your cries further encouraged him, pressing his tongue into your hole before dragging his tongue back up your folds and sucking on your clit, he sucked on it hard pulling on it lightly. he leaned up, plunging his fingers into your wet hole as he thumbed your clit. he grabbed your face kissing you roughly swallowing your moans. your pussy throbbed as you tasted yourself on his tongue, he started to pull away but you bit his bottom lip and your hand grabbed the one on your face leaning up with him not wanting the kiss to end and like he knew he curled his fingers inside you hitting the g-spot, it caused a jolt through your body collapsing back onto the sofa. seeing your body writhe like this fuelled him even more, slowly coming undone due to this actions.

‘open your eyes baby, watch me make you cum’

you lifted your head forcing your eyes open, it was hard to not let the pleasure consume you but watching lewis devour your pussy was worth it, making eye contact your moans encouraging him, sucking on your clit with his fingers inside you. he watched your every expression, that’s when he found the right spot on your clit - combined with the finger fucking your body stiffened.

you tried to get the words out, ‘i—i’m—fuck—yes!—right there!’

you let out a primal scream as he drove you over the edge, your body convulsing as the orgasm washed over you. he didn’t let up though, still in between your legs your pussy clenched around his fingers your clit throbbing in his mouth, your legs still pinned down.

‘lewis…’

he finally let up pulling his fingers out, releasing your clit and letting go of your legs. ‘you just taste so delicious’ he lapped up your juices and with every lick your body writhed, wrapping your leg around him.

‘lewis please...i can’t’

you were overwhelmed, your pussy too sensitive. your body out of your control, shuddering without choice. lewis finally pulled away.

‘you sure about that?’

he leaned down, sucking on your clit, you shuddered letting out a small moan. ‘maybe i can pull out another orgasm’ he licked a stripe through your folds, you cried out your legs tightening around him, you wanted to say no but it felt so good even if it felt too much.

‘i know you’ve got one more in you baby’

he circled your clit with his tongue, his hands ran up your body, you had one hand digging into his sofa and the other free he grabbed your hands intertwining it with his. you arched your back, rocking your hips against him and squeezing his hand hard. he found your sweet spot again, you were sure you were gonna collapse from the intense pleasure. this time you didn’t bother telling him you were about to cum, you were sure he knew with you how you moaned his name and let out a bunch of incoherent words. pushed over the edge again, your legs untangled from him falling to his sides limp. again he lapped your juices as you rode your orgasm but you really couldn’t handle it this time, with your free hand you pushed on his head trying to escape him.

‘fuck you taste so fucking good’

he pressed light kisses up your body till he was eye level giving you a soft kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue you moaned against his lips deepening the kiss. lewis settled beside you thankful the sofa was wide enough for both your bodies.

‘you okay y/n?’

‘yeah, just a little wiped out. you know cumming twice kinda takes a toll’

he chuckled stroking your hair, ‘what can i say, you taste delicious it’s hard to not want more’

you laid in a comfortable silence, feeling your energy level bounce back you leaned in to kiss him, soon enough you were making out till you were both out of breath.

‘you really can’t get enough of me huh?’

‘shut up’

‘why don't you stay over?’

‘i can’t, i have plans tomorrow morning’

‘cancel and let’s see how many times i can make you cum in a night’

'who says my plans don't include someone else who’s made the same promise'

‘do you always have to be so annoying?’

‘yes, pissing you off is so much fun, i mean why are you even pouting right now?’

‘i’m not’

‘just shut up and go back to kissing me, i’m losing the desire to reward you for making me cum twice’

with that he grabbed your face kissing you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him upright with you. kissing down his neck you sucked and nipped, if you were gonna be left with marks by him it was only fair he was too. trailing kisses along his shoulder, your hands roaming his body. you lifted yourself off his lap, dropping to your knees in between his legs. understanding what was about to happen he shimmied forward, undoing his trousers you pulled both his trouser and boxers down.

‘so much precum leaking, poor baby i know you’ve been hard for hours. maybe i should leave you like this…’ you grabbed his cock, swiping the cum with your thumb smearing it all over the head.

‘y/n…’

‘beg, tell me how much you want me’

‘fuck baby, i need you so so much’

‘what do you need from me?’

‘i need you to put that mouth to good use for once’

begging was not in his nature especially to you, you licked up from the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip. you sucked on the tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. he let out a grunt, stroking your face grabbing the loose strands of hair hiding your face pushing them back - he wanted the the perfect view of your mouth wrapped around his cock.

‘baby you carry on teasing me, i’ll make you gag on my cock’

wanting to tease him some more and push his button, you pulled yourself off his cock taking his balls into your mouth as you slowly pumped his cock. lewis grabbed a handful of your hair standing up.

‘always a brat, you forget you’re just a hole for me to use’

he pushed you down his cock, making you gag like you wanted. his pace was relentless literally fucking your face your eyes watered, drooling from the side, you were a mess but all lewis could think about was how well you took his cock.

‘this is what your mouth’s fucking good for’

you hummed against his cock in agreement, feeling his body tense you hummed some more.

‘fuuu—'

the vibrations pushing him over the edge, he held you down gagging as he cum sprayed the back of your throat. releasing your hair you pulled yourself off his cock slowly as he came, letting a little cum dribble out of your mouth swiping it back into your mouth which earned a groan from lewis.

‘that was…fuck’ he fell back down onto sofa, ‘come here’ he pulled you back onto his lap, wiping your tear stain cheeks.

‘do you really have to go?’

‘yes’ you smirked ‘actually i should order my uber’

you untangled from him, walking over to your purse which held your phone. lewis noted how casually you walked around naked, how good you looked naked in his space, he could get used to this. he shook his head at the thought, you were well you and you weren’t interested in him like that and nor was he, the orgasmic bliss you’d brought him too was clearly confusing him. straddling him again you scrolled your phone booking an uber home.

‘let me drive you home?’

‘you don’t like driving unless it’s an f1 car’

‘how do you know that?’

‘i may not like you but i know a thing or two, do you just tune out when i speak?’

‘yes’

‘of course, you’re incredibly self absorbed it makes sense’

‘you’re right you should go home’

‘are you mad i called you self absorbed?’ you teasingly spoke, mocking him by pouting.

‘no’ leaning up you pressed a gentle kiss but when he didn't kiss you back you rolled your eyes.

now you were offended which is exactly what he wanted. he chuckled grabbing your phone and tossing it aside. wrapping his arms around your body he flipped you under him. you squealed as he manhandled you, slapping his chest.

‘i’ll show you—’

you giggled silencing him with a kiss, a kiss he happily accepted.

‘lewis i need to get dressed before the uber arrives!’

getting up he gave you a hand, grabbing your underwear and dress lewis grabbed his boxers, both getting dressed. you looked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your smudged mascara and fixing your hair. lewis stood there watching you, he wanted to come up behind you and kiss you some more but this was all feeling a little too domestic.

‘do you have a hair band? my hair is fucked’

he pulled the one holding his braids. ‘here’

‘thanks’ you tied your hair into a bun, ‘now i look half presentable’

you ran your hands through his braid. ‘it’s cute all out like this’

‘uh, thanks’ he was surprised by the compliment, he was pretty sure you’d never paid him a compliment, yet you did so casually.

you grabbed your phone, the uber was a minute away - perfect timing.

‘well my uber is arriving…’

you both walked to his door, opening it for you.

‘text me when you get home?’

‘okay’

‘bye’

you were going to just walk out but you impulsively turned around in the doorway, pressing a quick kiss but lewis grabbed you deepening the kiss. you stroked his cheek as you pulled back.

‘bye…’

you ran to the uber jumping in all you could think about was that goodbye, why did you kiss him, why did he kiss you like that!? why did you stroke his cheek!? you sighed, maybe you shouldn’t hook up with him again.

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[∞\ Irresistible /∞]

top!dom!Lucas x bottom!sub!male reader

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credits to the gif owner!!

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Categories: male femenine reader, top Lucas, bottom male reader, bratty reader, semi-public sex, size kink, anal sex, blowjob, rimming, various sex positions, long fic, smut with story, cockwarming, fingering, degradation kink (use of slut, whore, hoe, etc...), dirty talk, multiple orgasm, coming inside...

Reader is shorter and has a tinier body than Lucas. Descriptions of reader body includes him being "curvy", "tiny", having a big butt, etc.

Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI.

WC: 7,4k

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Made with love for @cherubsandswans ❤️

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"Shut up, or do you want them to know?"

A soft, hot breeze starts to hug your body. Cute flowers bloom everywhere. Spring has come! And what season would be better to do a trip out of the city with your friends?

Your phone starts ringing in the morning. The groupchat with your best friends quickly fills up with messages about going on a trip together.

"We should go to the beach! It's the perfect time to go!", Yangyang says. "Why don't we go to the countryside?", Xiaojun suggested. "I have a better idea: the mountains!", Hendery replies.

"Dat sounds great", Lucas says, answering to Hendery. "I haven't been to the mountains in a whiile", Ten follows. Soon, all of the eight members of the chat agree on going on a trip to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun took the time to book the plane tickets and some nights at a cabin on the mountains. Meanwhile, you start organising your luggage, selecting your best clothes and all the items you need for the trip.

"Am I forgetting something? Toothpaste, toothbrush, razor, shaving foam...", Hendery asks in the groupchat. "Remember bringing perfume!", Winwin replies. "How many underwear are u guys packing?", Kun asks. "I'm bringing one pair for each day", you answer

"y/n, don't forget your thongs!", Lucas replies. "Lucas, let's not be like that!", Xiaojun argues. Hendery sends a laughing sticker. "I'll bring the pink one, don't worry rofl", you reply.

Of all of your seven friends, Lucas is the one who you get along the most. He also seems to be the one who likes you the most in the friends group. But your friendship is kinda weird; he does a lot of out-of-tone jokes with you, even when you are with the rest of the group. He's sexy, for sure. If you had the opportunity, you would fuck with him; but he seems interested on looking for a girlfriend. Although, grabbing your big butt cheeks, slapping your bulge and making sexual remarks of you often makes you think he wants to fuck you so bad.

The weekend arrives. It's time to take the flight. The eight of you get into the airport and check in at the counter. When you get your ticket, you reunite with the rest of the guys to check who sits with whom.

"A7..." Hendery says. "I'm B7!", Yangyang comments, excited. "C7... so the three of us sit together", Ten says. Kun and Winwin sit together on D7 and E7 respectively.

"Let me check your ticket", Lucas says while getting near you and putting his hand on your shoulder. He's very tall in comparison to you, so he does that pretty much all the time. "Oh, so we sit together. F7 and G7". "I'm H7, I'll be next to you", Xiaojun follows. "Great, then! I brought food so we can share it", you say, laughing. They two laugh too. "It's gonna be exciting", Lucas tells.

All of you pass through departures and get on the plane. Hendery, Winwin, Lucas and Xiaojun got into first. You walk through the seats, trying to find yours.

The row where you, Lucas and Xiaojun have to sit is on the left side. When you reached your row, you had to pass through Lucas, who's already sat, to get to your place. As Lucas' long legs shortens the path, you struggle doing that. With your body giving your back to him, you try to walk to your seat.

Suddenly, a big slap lands on your butt. "Lucas! Behave!", Xiaojun loudly whispers. Apparently Yukhei couldn't resist spanking your ass, having it in front of him. "It's too round! I had to do it!", he says. You just smirk and finally have your seat.

The plane takes off. Like the brat you're, wouldn't be a good idea to keep him addicted to you during all the flight? "I have to go to the bathroom!", you say, standing up from your seat. You pass through Lucas again, making sure your butt stands out so he can react.

As you expected, Lucas slaps your butt with both of his big hands. "Lucas! Stop doing that!", Xiaojun yells at him. "If he keeps showing me his butt, I won't stop!", he says, making Xiaojun to roll his eyes. You leave a sassy smirk and walk to the bathroom. There, you kind of do nothing. You just make sure your pants are making your butt stand out enough.

Back to the seats, you walk again in front of Lucas' seat. Again, he slaps your ass; this time, stronger than ever. In fact, it made you leave a low gasp. "Lucas, what's wrong with you?! Y/N, try getting here with your butt not facing him", he suggests. "Do you want me to touch his crotch?", Lucas says, laughing. "Yukhei!!", Xiaojun yells at him, tired.

After some hours, the plane lands on the airport's ranway. All of you leave the airplane and wait for your luggages. The view from the airport windows is amazing: beautiful, green mountains and a bright sky. Finally, you left the airport and wait for the bus that will take the eight of you to the cabin.

The bus arrives and all of you left the airport. Gorgeous valleys with flowers surround the way to the cabin. Finally, the bus stops in front of a medium-size wooden cabin, with a nice view to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun did a great job booking it.

"It's beautiful...", Winwin says, fascinated. "It is", Hendery follows. Kun and Xiaojun met the cabin's owner to obtain the key. After that, the eight of you enter the house.

A big and comfy living room unveils as you enter the cabin. There's a nice hearth on the side of the room, along with a big kitchen and picturesque couches that are in front of a giant TV screen. At the other side, there's a glass sliding door that leads to the garden, where a pool is located.

But, apparently (and honestly, by common sense), it's impossible to build a cabin big enough to house eight people in different bedrooms. So, the owner's solution was to put on some "premium sleeping bags" on the floor, near the fireplace. They have a temperature-regulating technology; but that's useless, as you would be near a source of heat. The bags are organised in rows and have a medium size.

"Wow... Such a pretty cabin!", Winwin says. "It's so big!", you say. "Like my dick!", Lucas replies to your comment. Nobody laughed. "Well, I think we can leave our luggages here and go hiking, don't you guys think?", Kun suggests. "Sounds like a great idea, we shouldn't waste our time", Xiaojun replies. "I rested well at the plane so I'm all ready", Yangyang says, excited.

You leave your luggage near one of the sleeping bags and wait for the rest of the group at the main entrance. When all of them finish organising their things, you start walking to a hiking trail near the cabin. The eight of you follow a rocky path, surrounded by tall and bushy trees. Some of the members are taking some pictures, while others just enjoy the peace and nature of the place.

Some long minutes later, you reach a viewpoint that's at the middle of the hiking trail. There, there are no trees blocking your view anymore. A beautiful scene of green valleys, vast mountains, pretty flowers and cute animals unveils. "It's beautiful...", Ten says. "I can't believe my eyes", Hendery follows. "I could be here all day long...", you say, fascinated.

You take time to rest while taking some pictures of the landscape. After that, all of you start walking through the trail again. The path doesn't have any trees at this point; on your left, there's a wood fence preventing people from falling over the cliff. On your right, the rocky wall of the mountain. The path is very wide so there's no chance of suffering of vertigo at all.

While walking, you noticed that your shoelaces untied. Taking advantage of a big rock at the side of the trail, you decide to put your foot there to tie them. "You guys keep walking, I'm gonna tie my shoelaces", you say, while walking to the rock. "Okay!", some of the members reply.

Putting your foot over the rock, you start tying your shoelaces. Suddenly, you feel something pressing towards your bottom. It's kind of obvious who could it be. How can Lucas be horny over you all day? But, at the end, he always gives you more and more opportunities to have him falling head over heel for you. Mischievously, you move your ass up and down on his crotch, with subtleness, while still tying your shoes.

It's surprising how his cock got hard in a matter of seconds. You can even feel the shape of his clothed tip pressing your butt. But that's enough. With your shoelaces tied up back again, you coldly walk away from the spot, not giving any look to him. You can hear a low sigh leaving his mouth, thirsty over getting more of you.

All of you keep walking down the trail. The path goes around the mountain, so, some minutes later, you're right back where the trail starts. The eight of you walk back to the cabin. The sun sets, making a beautiful landscape as it hides itself behind a mount. Soon, the night falls, and it's time to have a nice dinner.

Someone rings the door. It's the delivery guy! Hendery ordered some food for all of the group. Pizza, chicken wings and some salads are soon put over the table, along with some sodas and juices. All of you quickly set up the table and take a seat.

"Hm... this is delicious!", Yangyang says, filling his mouth with food. "It is... I would eat dozens of these!", Kun says, grabbing a slice of pizza. "After having that gross airplane food, this feels like heaven", you say.

"Talking about the flight, did you guys enjoy it? There was a little turbulence", Winwin says. "Oh, yes, I noticed it. Although, I got more annoyed by that baby crying", Kun says. "What annoyed me the most was Lucas. Fuck! He didn't stop smacking y/n butt whenever he stood up to go the bathroom!", Xiaojun says, complaining.

Lucas bursts in laughter. "Haha, it's just that it is so round! I can't hold it!", he says. "We were in a public space, you shouldn't joke like that!", Xiaojun replies. "Take it easy, man! I'm pretty sure y/n enjoyed it", Yukhei says. "Well, I would've enjoyed it being more rougher, haha", you say, trying to take the wind out of Lucas' sail. Some of the guys laugh.

"y/n, isn't Lucas' strong enough?" Hendery asks, laughing. "Hm... I don't think it's enough for me", you say, smirking. "Yeah? You think that? I can be rough, you know", Lucas asks, with a bold smile. "I know you, Yukhei. You're the kind of guy that talks a lot, but does nothing!", you tell him, smiling. "Ooh, y/n! You're gonna make him sad!", Yangyang says, laughing. Some of the members also quietly laugh. Lucas leaves a shy smirk and continues eating. "Yukhei has a lot of girls falling for him, I don't think he cares about what y/n says, anyways", Winwin says.

"He's joking a lot with y/n that I might actually think he's into him!", Yangyang says. While some of the guys laugh, Ten only leaves a quiet smirk. He has been awkward during all the conversation. All the members kind of suspect Lucas is into you, to greater or lesser extent. But Ten appears to know more than that.

Then, you remember. When you went hiking and tied your shoelaces midway, five of the guys kept walking down the path. And, if Lucas got behind you and pressed his bulge towards your bottom, that means... Ten was walking behind both of you. And saw it all. Even when you moved your ass up and down on it.

Well, who cares anyways? It doesn't change anything. Lucas looks frustrated that you're being bratty with him. But you already know him. That's only increasing his desire for you.

All of you finish dinning. It's time to go to sleep; tomorrow you'll be hiking to the lake, so you need to take good rest. You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change your clothes; then, you go directly to your sleeping bag. Kun turns off the lights and is the last to head out to sleep. You're in the middle of the sleeping bag row. At your side, there's Ten and Yangyang. Lucas went to sleep on the bag that's farther from you. After all that happened during the diner, he clearly doesn't want to be seem as he's desperate for you.

The room is kind of warm because of the fireplace, so you decided to not cover up with the integrated blanket. You use the bag as if it were a plain mattress. All the guys are already sleeping, but you started to scroll your Instagram for some minutes.

Then, you set an alarm and put your phone at your side, finally heading to sleep. That's what you thought, until you feel someone hugging you from behind.

Although some quiet snores resonate on the room, you could clearly heard what that person was whispering to you. "So... you say that I'm not enough for you...?". It's clearly Lucas. "I talk but do nothing, babe?", he continues, caressing your thigh, right below your shorts. "Well, you can prove me what you can do...", you tell him. Then, Lucas grabs your hand and puts it on his bulge. You can feel how his bulge is already so hard. And it's such a big cock, fuck. Exactly how you wanted, Lucas is desperate for you. Now, he doesn't want to do anything but doing what he desired during all the trip. Fuck you.

"That's what I'm planning to do", Lucas says. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, so his bulge presses on your ass. His tall and hunk figure traps your short and curvy body. He slides one of his hands down your shorts and underwear, searching for your tight bussy.

"Babe... you're wearing a thong...?", he says. You really are. You packed a cute pink thong, expecting that this would happen. "Don't you like it?", you reply, smirking. "Fucking slut... You were behaving like such a brat but you actually wanted to be fucked, don't you...?", he whispers to you. Some of the guys are quietly snoring of deeply sleeping, so none of them can hear what you both are talking.

"I guess I'll have to punish you... that's what you want right?", he says, inserting a finger down your bussy and starting to fingerfuck it quickly. You didn't expect he would be going fast that early; but, at the end, you know that he's discharging all his frustration on you, as you were so sassy and brat with him during all the trip. "Ah~ Lucas~ Fuck~ Ah~", you moan whispering. It's so hard to not be able to moan out loud because of the other guys on the room.

"You like it, don't you, whore?", he says, still rough fingering your hole with his long finger. You feel how your bussy quickly stretches for his long finger. After some minutes abusing your hole he inserts another finger. You feel how his both finger rearrange your insides, thrusting back and forth in your rim. "Y-Yes, ah~", you moan.

Minutes later, your bussy is already stretched enough, spasming as it got open wide because of how rough Lucas fingerfucked it. Trying to keep it quiet, he slowly slides down, positioning himself right in front of your ass. He takes off your pants and your thong. Soon, he starts licking your gaping hole. You feel how his hot, trembling tongue swirls your rim and tastes your insides, entering deep inside of you. It just feels so good. His tongue tickles and satisfies your bussy so good.

He keeps eating your ass during some minutes. While he does that, he massages your big butt cheeks, twisting them as he shoves his face in between your buttocks, to eat your hole as much as he can. "Oh, fuck yeah~", you whisper.

Lucas spits on your gaping hole. His saliva enters all the way down your inner walls, lubing them. He spreads it with his mouth, making sure that your bussy stays stretched an wet.

He goes back at fingering your hole, while eating it. With his fingers, he does a scissoring motion inside of you, stretching your bussy. Everytime he takes his fingers out of you, he sucks them, tasting your insides.

The way his big muscles immobilize your tiny frame and his fingers and tongue thrust in and out on your hole already gives you an gigantic amount of pleasure, making you wanna moan out loud like a bitch. It just feels so good, having your hot friend making you feel so good. Even hotter is the fact he's punishing you because you've been so bratty with him. You're so glad of that.

He's being so merciless with your hole. He fingerfucks your gaping bussy so quick. It just feels so fucking good. Some slow gasps comes out from your mouth as you're so aroused right now. Lucas quickly notices it. The fun has just started; it would be a shame if everyone in the room woke up because of your moans and have to stop the action. With his long fingers impregnated with his saliva and your hole scent, he takes them to your face and introduce them on your mouth, silencing you.

You love how his fingers taste, all wet with his delicious saliva. You can also notice the taste of your insides. It's so fucking hot. Yukhei doesn't hesitate on using his other hand to keep fingering your hole while still licking it all. With your bussy gaping that much, he can't resist spitting inside of it repeatedly. "Fill me up~ Yeah~", you whisper.

Some minutes later, Lucas goes back to his original position. Cuddling and trapping you with his muscle figure, he moves your tiny and curvy frame so you're now facing face to face.

Lucas quickly grabs you by your nape and shuts your exhalations with a kiss. His lips, so impregnated with the flavour of your insides, feel so good. He's so rough too; he loves biting your lips. It looks like he wanted to do this since a long time. The lustful kiss makes both of you so horny that you quietly moan inside of his mouth. Your tongue meet his, your salivas dancing between each other mouth.

Lucas pulls out from the kiss. "Now, you will taste what you fucking wanted, babe", he says. "You better choke me with it", you whisper, smirking. Yukhei grabs your head and pushes you down, so your face now is facing right in front of his crotch. Then, you start giving soft kisses on his clothed bulge.

With his hand on your nape, you start licking his bulge up and down. You can clearly feel where his length starts and where his tip is. And yes. It's so fucking huge.

"Fuck, babe...", he says. He takes off his pants and boxers. His huge cock unveils right in front of you. It's thick, long and a little bit darker than his skin tone. Lucas starts hitting your face with his cock, rimming your mouth with his tip. "Open wide", he whispers. "Make me", you reply, shameless.

Lucas' hand slides down to your chin, raising your face a little, so you can now stare directly at his eyes. Then, his fingers go to your mouth, softly grabbing your lips and opening your mouth. Right next, he aligns his cock right on your lips. It didn't take long before he shove his dick on your slutty mouth, making you suck it as he pushes and pulls you by your hair. "Fuck yeah", he says.

You start giving head on Lucas huge cock. He supports by slowly thrusting into your mouth. Hi veiny, thick dick goes in and out on your mouth, leaking his precum over your tongue. It's so delicious. You can taste the flavour of his skin and his tip, along with the spicy of his precum. Your slutty lips retract his foreskin, so his tip touches the back of your throat.

You put one of your hands on his cock, so you can jerk him off while sucking him. As you masturbate him, his precum milks on your tongue. His pace goes faster over time, kind of already fucking your mouth. "No gag reflex? Such a fucking hoe...", he says. And he's right. Having his tasty cock inside of you, why would you mind on gagging? That would wake up the rest of the guys and make you stop the action.

As he fucks your mouth so rough, you drool. Threads of saliva falls on Lucas' balls, then dropping on the sleeping bag. Lucas keeps fuckingg your mouth during some minutes, his tip abusing the end of your throat. Your palate is gonna have some bruises after this. "Fuck yeah~ Such a hoe for me", he says.

Lucas takes off his wet cock out of your mouth and hits your face with it. His huge, delicious dick travels around your face. His tip paints your cheeks and forehead with precum, while the rest of his hot length lays on your face. "Yeah, yeah~ So good~", you moan. After hitting your face with his cock, he goes back to fucking your mouth, thrusting in and out in it. "Suck on my cock, yeah~ Just like that", he whispers.

After some minutes of giving head on Lucas tasty cock, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you back at your previous position, with your butt laying on his cock. "Be prepared", he whispers. "I'm gonna fuck you like nobody ever fucked you".

"You believe you can?", you say, smirking. "Fucking bitch", he says, fingering your hole again with a insanely fast pace. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. He's being so rough. His fingers repeatedly hit your prostate, not letting you even breath correctly.

Now that your bussy is gaping enough, Lucas aligns his big thick cock on your entrance. "It's going all in, like you surely want, my slut", he says. Slowly, he starts introducing his dick inside of you. "Oh my god.. oh my god~", you moan whispering. It's already so huge; and he's only halfway through it.

His tall figure hugs your tiny frame. Your bussy opens wide on his cock, that he's introducing deeper and deeper into you. Your hole stretches to make way for his dick. His veins massage your inner walls, while his tip reaches deep inside of you, passing through your prostate on the way. His balls smack on your big booty as he inserts all of his cock. "Oh yeah~ That's it~", he moans.

Grabbing your curvy bottom with his big hands, he starts thrusting into you, fucking your bussy in a slow pace. You feel how his cock slowly pulls out of your hole, then impaling you with a powerful thrust. He just started fucking you, but you already can't hide your moans anymore. You stop biting your lips, now you just try to moan your pleasure out the quietest you can, hoping that the snores the rest of the guys does covers them.

It feels so fucking good having Lucas fucking you; your bussy is so satisfied by his enormous cock. You feel how a hot pool of arousal builds up on your back, spreading pleasure all oee your body. Both of you start sweating, as both of you are so horny right now. The heat from the fireplace just helps to keep both of you aroused during your steamy sex.

Lucas starts fucking into you faster, but still with a normal pace. His cock goes in and out on your stretched bussy, stimulating your sensitive point; your prostate. Every time he hits that point, you just want to moan out loud from the pleasure. And Lucas fucking know that. He know how he has to thrust to hit that point. Yukhei fucks you with a regular pace, but he makes sure to do precise movements to stimulate you. He just fucks so good, no one ever make you feel like that.

With his big cock rearranging your insides, it's getting obvious that you cannot resist your moans anymore. "...f-fuck~ it feels so good~ ah~", you moan, whispering kinda loud. "Babe~ Don't moan~ Otherwise I would have to stop fucking your bussy, do you want that to happen?", Lucas says, whispering. You keep being fucked so good by he, unable to shut up your moans. "I~ I can't~ You fuck me so good~", you moan low.

"Fuck, you're such a slut you're not even able to shut the fucking up?", he asks, grabbing his dirty briefs, wet with some precum and sweat. He puts them right on your mouth, shutting you up. It smells so good, his masculine odor right on your nose, while his fratboy-like body keeps pounding on you. You're on heaven right now

"Hm~ hm~". Silent moans leave your mouth as Lucas keeps thrusting into you. His large and thick cock enters all deep on your bussy; his tip abusing your prostate as it goes in and out. "You do so good to me babe~ Taking my cock like that~", Yukhei says.

He pulls out and gets his head right behind of your ass again, licking your so fucking gaping bussy. He tastes your insides, impregnated with the flavour of his cock. You feel his tongue playing around your rim, and inserting in on your hole. He's so good at eating your ass; he truly loves it and was so desperate to have it on his face.

After some short minutes, he goes back to fucking you. He aligns his cock with your now more lubed hole and starts thrusting into it, with the same pace as before.

Lucas has a lot of stamina; he keeps fucking you over some long time, not giving any sign of being close to come. Although, you're already a mess. His big cock repeatedly penetrating your hole makes you want to come without even touching yourself. But, everytime he feels you're reaching your climax, he pulls out or sets a slow pace. Sobbing, you murmur inside of Lucas' brief, in order to make him take them out of your face. He does so.

"Y-Yukhei~ Fuck me rough, please. I wanna feel your cum inside of me~", you ask him. "Hm~ You were being such a fucking brat all this time, do you think you deserve my cum?", he whispers. "Well... Do you think you deserve my ass?", you ask, smirking at him.

Such a nice play. "Fucking whore, now you got be mad. Be ready to feel all my fucking milk, slut", he whispers, heavily breathing. Lucas starts pounding on your ass frenetically. His cock is getting in and out your bussy so fucking fast.

"Ah~ Ah~ Yeah! Just like that!", you whisper, moaning. "I told you to shut the fucking up", Lucas says. He pulls out his huge cock out of your hole, and inserts two of his fingers down your bussy. He does some scissoring motion with his fingers inside of you before pressing them upwards, then taking them out of your hole.

Lucas puts his fingers right on your mouth, while he goes back to fuck you rough with his thick and long dick. "This will shut you up for a little, make sure to taste yourself", he whispers. And you do so. You lick Lucas' long fingers, tasting his delicious precum and flavour of his skin and your inner walls. "Hm~".

Lucas keeps drilling your hole. Your bussy is so fucking stretched at this point, his jock body thrusting frenziedly into your tiny and curvy frame. His angry red tip reaches all the way down your hole, abusing your now overstimulated prostate. Your whole body twitches everytime he hits that spot. And he does that repeatedly; you're so messy right now.

The sound of your butt cheeks being hit by his thrusting waist resonate on the cabin. Good thing the guys' snoring cover them, so Lucas has the freedom to fuck you as if there's no tomorrow. His pace goes faster and faster. His fucking large, thick and veiny cock feels so good inside of you. Some tears leak out of your eyes as the big amount of pleasure you feel pools all over your body, making you so happy.

Long minutes later, you feel Lucas pace faltering. He keeps thrusting into you fast, but his movements are getting messier. He takes off his fingers out of your mouth, and puts his hand on your butt, with the other one on your shoulder, in order to take all the control of your small body. You ass jiggles as Yukhei fucks your like that. "Ah~ Yes~", you moan, whispering.

"I-I don't think I can last longer", Lucas tells you, fucking into your buddy rougher and rougher. Some soft moans leave from Yukhei's mouth, arousing your ears. He's reaching his climax; in a matter of seconds, he would come inside of you.

Lucas body starts trembling as the hot pleasure pools on his crotch, ready to fill you up. His pace is so fucking fast and messy right now. You do your best to not moan out loud, but you can't. "AH~ Fill my fucking bussy~!", you moan. "F-Fuck, I'm so close", he says. He gets near your face and grabs you by your chin, pulling you to kiss you in a passionate way. Your moans suddenly shut into sexy screams inside of his mouth.

Lucas can't take it anymore. His body convulses, and his hot cum quickly fills up your insides. You feel how his jizz flows out of his tip, drenching your inner walls, also wetting your prostate and all his length that's still deep inside of you. In fact, his cock twitches inside of you, his veins pumping at the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Yukhei rolls his eyes back as he milks every last drop of his seed inside of you. Your small body convulses as you feel all the thick cum getting inside of you. You're so fucking happy right now, it just feels so good having his milk flowing past your prostate, heating up your body.

It feels so fucking good having his hot seeds inside of you. You were wanting that since a lot of time. And Lucas has been desperate for filling your hole. He has been wishing and flirting with you during months, looking up to finally get the chance of fucking you. Both of you leave some breathy moans, so horny as he reached his climax and you got filled up.

After the electric feeling of his orgasm ends, Lucas hugs you and leaves some passionate kisses on your neck. "Lucky thing, apparently no one woke up, babe", he whispers. "You moaned so fucking loud, such a slut for me~", he continues. "L-Lucas~ You make me so good~", you quietly whimper. "Hm... Don't think he have finished here... Now that I finally get to fuck you, I will fill you up so fucking much", he says. That "warning" turns you on a lot. It already feels so good having his big load inside of you, how would it feel if he keeps coming inside?

Lucas takes off his cock from inside of you. "Bend over and suck it, babe~", he whispers. You move so you're now facing towards him, and bend over to suck his cock. You grab it with one hand and start sucking. It's a explosion of flavours: the taste of his cum, his sweat, his flesh and your insides all combine on your mouth. So fucking delicious. You give head on him on a fast pace, as you just want more and more of his big thick cock.

You swirl your tongue all over his length, sometimes licking his balls. He grabs you by your nape and slowly thrust into your mouth. Combined with your head movements, it makes you take almost all of Lucas' cock in your mouth. It's so fucking tasty.

With Lucas cock all wet again, he takes off his cock again, desperate to insert his cock in your bussy again. "We're gonna change position now, I want to see your cute face while I fuck you~", he says. He grabs your body with his big hands and makes you lay on your back, over the sleeping bag. Then, he gets between your legs, raising them a little so you show him your already abused bussy.

Lucas swirls his tongue on your gaping bussy, tasting his own cum and the flavour of your hole. He looks so happy and desperate doing that. He eats your ass with so much passion; he clearly loves ass. Your ass, to be specific.

You feel how his tongue almost reach your prostate, as he doesn't have any trouble at introducing it deep inside of you as your bussy is so stretched right now. He seems to be licking off his own cum, but in fact; he just mixes it with his saliva inside of his mouth and spits it inside your hole. He's making sure you keep being filled with his fluids.

Lucas insert two of his fingers inside of you. They didn't even struggle to make its way inside of your bussy as it is already gaping enough. He whips the cum and saliva that's inside of you as he fingerfucks your hole. It feels so fucking good, such a pity you can't scream out loud.

After some minutes of Lucas fingerfucking and rimming your already stimulated bussy, he slides himself above your body and aligns his cock on your entrance, being in a missionary-like position. He then introduces his big thick cock again on your hole, starting with an already fast pace. He's so fucking horny and desperate for you. All his frustration for not being able to fuck you before is getting discharged right now. You feel his cock whipping the cum that's already warming your prostate, making you feel so fucking good. A hot pool of pleasure spreads all over your body, making you enter a state of euphoria.

You bite your lips in order to not moan out load; but some quiet whimpers exit your mouth. Lucas, who is quietly growling as he fucks you so rough, shuts your mouth with a passionate kiss, so both of you are now moaning inside each other's throat.

Bad thing is... apparently your euphoric state forgot about taking care of your surroundings. You can hear someone whispering, in a tired voice: "Wh-What's that noise...?". It's Ten voice. Fuck.

The rest of the guys keep snoring, so it's surprising he can hear you fucking. Lucas stays still, with his cock inside of your bussy. He quietly grabs a sheet that's integrated with the sleeping bag to cover both of you.

"I swear I thought someone was moaning, with some femenine voice...", Ten whispers to himself, standing up from his bag. He wips his eyes while walking to the bathroom to refresh himself up. Lucky thing, he's so tired he didn't even noticed both of you.

Lucas does slow movements, fucking you quietly but with precisse thrusts, so his tip does all deep inside of your bussy, brushing your prostate with his pumped veins. So fucking good. He keeps kissing you, trying to shut your quiet moans, softly biting your lips.

Ten comes back from the bathroom. You can't truly see something as you're all covered with the sheets, but you can hear his footsteps, walking towards his bag and going back to sleep. Fuck, it was so close. Ten is so nosy, he would have probably tell everyone about what's going on or even interrupt both of you.

Yukhei goes back at fucking you frenzically, his big cock impalling your tiny figure. He thrusts his hips in and out, his balls clapping against your ass. You can't get enough of him fucking you, fuck. You could fuck with him all day long. He would do that too, honestly. He's just so fucking crazy over your ass.

He bends over to lick your nipples, while introducing one of his fingers on his mouth to keep you silent. You feel how your nipples get stimulated by his mouth. It's so good, he's clearly an expert. Like a sex god. And his fingers taste so good; they're the ones that fingerfucked you long minutes ago, but they still have the flavour of your insides and his cum.

Lucas starts leaving deep breathy moans, his back kind of arching and his thrusts faltering. He's reaching his climax again. After some minutes fucking you with an insane pace, he surprisingly takes off his cock out of your hole and crawls over you, so his cock gets right in front of your face.

"Give me all your cum, please~", you whisper. "Be ready, fucking slut", he replies. He jerks off right in front of your face until he reaches his orgasm. He shots a big thick load of cum over your face. His jizz milks out of his tip at the pace of his heartbeat. Some threads landing on your mouth, others on your cheeks, over your nose, forehead, etc... Soon, most of your face is warm wet with his cum. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

As you open your eyes, you can't just stay still with Lucas' hard cock in front of you. You grab it with one hand and start sucking it, swallowing the cum that's left on his tip. His cum has a spicy flavour, thick texture and warm, that feels so good inside of your tongue and going down your tongue. You give Yukhei a blowjob, his tip reaching the back of your throat, kindly thrusting inside of your mouth making sure his cum actually gets all swallowed.

Minutes later, he takes off his cock out of your mouth. "I still have a lot of cum left... And you didn't even come once. I'm gonna keep going, I know you want that, right bitch?", he whispers. "Y-Yes, Lucas... Keep filling me with your cum, I love it~" you reply, trembling as you're already overstimulated by his cock. "That's what I wanted to hear".

This time, Lucas lifts you up over him, so he's laying on his back over the sleeping bag and you're laying on him, with your head right in front of your cock and your butt over his face. None of you said a word, but already know what's the job of each one. Yukhei starts rimming you yet again, in order to lube your bussy, although it's still wet from his cum and saliva from the previous rimjob he did. You start sucking his cock, with your face still covered with his thick cum.

It tastes so fucking good. You think you can explode from the pleasure right now, having your ass being eaten and your mouth being fucked by Lucas' big thick cock. Long minutes later, all his length is wet with your saliva and the remains of cum that are left from his recent orgasm. Your bussy keeps being filled with cum and saliva, that Lucas whips with his tongue, as he also makes out with your rim.

Minutes later, Lucas grabs your tiny body by your waist and moves your ass so it gets right over his cock. In this position, you're facing at the opposite direction of Lucas' face, bending over so if someone wakes up doesn't easily see that you're riding him. Yukhei keeps laying on the bag, so you're now in charge of action.

Lucas grabs your tiny waist, making you sit in his cock. Soon, your ass is bouncing on Lucas' crotch as you ride his cock. Your bussy gets so fucking stretched in this position, as his cock enters all deep inside of you. Your inner walls soon get abused by his lenght, your overstimulated prostate already giving you shockwaves of pleasure again.

You ride his cock as if it were your favourite dildo, but in fact is bigger and thicker than that. Fuck. It feels so good, you could be bouncing on it all day long. Some heat starts pooling on your belly. Your orgasm is near. It's already a good time to come; your bussy is filled with cum and your face is drenched with it too, with your prostate still being abused.

Lucas starts trembling again. Fuck, yes, he's reaching his climax again. You can't see him, but he's having his best moment. All he sees is your big ass and part of your back bouncing on his big cock, satisfying him. He enjoys so much fucking you, it's natural that he's gonna come again inside of you.

Yukhei grabs your back and pulls you, so you're now laying over him entirely. He starts kissing your neck, leaving hickeys that will stay there during some time. There's no time to think about covering them right now. All you can think right now is Lucas' cock making you feel so fucking good. Your back touches Lucas' rock hard abs, making you even more aroused.

Your orgasm starts building up. As Yukhei freneticly thrusts into you with his big thick cock, your prostate sends waves of pleasure all over your body. Soon, your already hard cock starts twitching. You reach your climax, shooting thick loads of cum over your own body. Now, not only your face is covered with cum, you chest and tummy too. You're so overstimulated that you didn't even moan out load, you just leave deep broken breaths as you feel your cum flowing out of your dick.

Lucas got so turned out by what just happened, that his back arches while doing a powerful thrust inside of you, coming again inside of your bussy. You feel how another load of cum fills your insides again, meeting the cum from his first orgasm. The feeling you've right now can't be defined; you just feel how you're becoming more and more filled by him. "Fuck, fuck... I love fucking you so much, fucking whore... I swear, I need to keep going~", he says. "Keep going... please... I can't get enough of you, I fucking love your cock so much~", you reply.

"I love seeing you feeling so well by me... I think I also love you...", Lucas says, blushing. "... I think I love you too, Yukhei... you make me feel so well...", you reply, softly smiling.

Lucas and you spent some more time having sex until both of you fell asleep as fucking so much got both of you tired and sweating. Both of you ended laying on your side, with Lucas cock still inside of your bussy, cockwarming it. You obviously didn't think about what's going to happen the next morning. But, honestly, you don't care. Fuck it.

You wake up, with nobody around. There's actually no one in the cabin. The sunrays strike over your body, waking up Yukhei too. As you slowly start processing what's happening right now, you see a note right beside of you.

"Guys... we've nothing wrong with both of you (...) doing those things... but you can keep in private... we can book another room or ask a local for a near motel... please don't disturb us again... - Kun.

I can't believe it... y/n... I thought Lucas was annoying you... now you're doing nasty things with him... =( ... I'm so dissapointed... Lucas... you're so disgusting... - Xiaojun.

I actually saw both of you fucking, do you think you're ghosts? That covering yourselves would make me not see you? Althought, had a great time jerking off while seeing both of you ;) - Ten."

Well, at least now you have more time to fuck with him.

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

*Spoilers for Wakanda Forever if you haven't seen it yet. You have been warned*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

*Part 2 of @ackroxia Your The Only Friend I Need. Go to Part 1 if you haven't already

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This gif above isn't mine. It belongs to @melodykisses

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It had been one year since Y/N had moved to Wakanda and everything has changed for her. Including her feelings toward Shuri. Y/N had been holding it in thinking Shuri won't feel the same for you, but little does she know, she does. Will one of them confess their feelings before it's too late of war?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Shuri Udaku x Avenger!Fem!Reader with Super-Powers

𝐖.𝐂: 1.6k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mutual pining, overthinking,

𝐚/𝐧: This is part 2 of 'Your The Only Friend I Need' Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader fanfic. hope you enjoy it! Also please note that I'm very terrible at writing fight scenes 😭✋ also idr a majority of Wakanda Forever so I'm gonna edit when it comes out in HD

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It has been one year since you moved into Wakanda due to the Queen's request to comfort Shuri. And you never thought where you ended up now. Due to you being mildly enhanced with powers. You were seen as a hero in the eyes of the people of Wakanda.

You also noticed your feelings strated to change. Those feelings were for Shuri, your best friend. It seemed like whenever you guys interacted with each other or touch skin to skin it sparked a flame in you.

You thought you were feeling a bit under the weather and the feeling would at least go away in a day or two. But it didn't. You desperately tried to get rid of those feelings, in fear and avoiding humiliation that she wouldn't feel the same about you.

But little did you know...she did in fact. Shuri started having feelings for you too but also afraid of being the first to speak up.

You both hadn't realized that your feelings for each other was just a butterfly wanting to be free from it's cocoon. One day you were training your powers in her lab.

"Ok Y/N," Shuri said as she finished setting up the dummies for practice. "Your goal is to try to beat these dummies, pretend these are bad guys in under 2 minutes. Think you can do that?"

"Yup. Can do it."

"Ok let me know when you're ready."

"I'm all set."

"And your time starts now."

You used your forceful wave powers to knock down the dummies one by one. You did a little tuck and roll on the floor to get one. Now you are off to just one dummy and you easily knocked it down."

"Oh my god. 28 seconds. That's amazing. Maybe you wouldn't survive 28 seconds if you did quicker."

"Oh shut up Shuri," You laughed and so did Shuri.

"Now we gotta test your combat skills."

"Combat skills? I have powers, pretty sure that's enough."

"Well, what if one day you can't use your powers, just your hands, and feet to fight for your life?"

"Ok fine."

You both went to the training room to go practice your combat skills. Both of you got ready in stance with arms up ready to fight.

Shuri came charging at you and you dodged quickly. You came at her and hit her in the side. Although you felt bad that you were hitting her

"You're doing great." Shuri panted as she held her side.

You try to get rid of your feeling bad for Shuri and continue on training. You went charging at her and she missed completely and hit you in the leg. She also felt bad for having to hit you.

"That's cute." You said while smiling

Shuri smiled too and went straight for you but you grabbed her and put her on the ground. You went on top of her and locked your knees in place so she wouldn't move.

That's great. But if this was a real fight, you woudln't stand a chance. You winked.

Little did you know the trick Shuri had up her sleeve. She swiftly grabbed you and turned you onto the ground. Now she was on top of you.

Your hands were on the ground as you were about to raise them up but she hold them to stop you.

Now it was just silence. Neither of you knew what to say in this position. Your heart was beating fast that you swore Shuri could hear it. But Shuri was too busy with the beating of hers.

You looked down on her lips. Oh you could just kiss them. Shuri closed her eyes and leaned down to kiss you, and you closed your eyes as well.

As she was close to your lips, a voice called out.

"Shuri!"

You both snapped out of the trance and got off of each other to see Okoye walking in the training room.

"Shuri"

"Yes Okoye what is it?" Shuri cleared her throat of what just happened.

"We have no time to waste with Namor and his army threatening Wakanda."

Right. You forgot about the whole situation with Namor approaching Queen Ramonda and Shuri on the night of their ritual to burn their clothes moving on the death from T'Challa.

Shuri left the training room to do research on her in her lab and you followed her too. You just can't get out of your mind of what happened. You took almost kissed. Unless she wanted to kiss you or you wanted to kiss her. You put those thoughts away as the three of you went into the lab.

Shuri searched up the Riri Williams and saw her full documents of where's she from, her birthdate, address, etc.

"4.5 GPA student, straight A's and highly advanced in mechanical engineering and building."

"Namor and his army are gonna do something way bigger if we don't do something quick Shuri." Okoye said.

"Yes yes I understand that."

"What are we going to do?" You asked.

"We're going to have to go to America to have her come here."

"Get that girl to come here? I don't think the chances of her saying yes would be possible Shuri."

"You said yes when you were asked to come here. Maybe we could convince her."

Convincing is one thing.

"Go prepare the ship. I'm gonna change."

"I'll do the same." You said as you were going to your room to change to go along with Shuri and Okoye.

"Y/N, you're not going with us."

You thought you had misheard Shuri.

"What? Why not? I can help you guys."

"Wakanda needs their hero. Okoye and I got this."

"But what if something happens and I'm not there?"

"Nothing will happen, Okoye is a great fighter and I'll contact you if anything happens."

You have taken a deep breath and tried to stay calm. Shuri asking you to stay has made you worried but you didn't say anything else to upset her, because mainly you were in love with her.

"Ok, I trust you. I'll help you get ready." You said with a smile and Shuri returned with one too.

You and Shuri walked into her room helping her get ready. The silence was just unbearable. You wish you could just say at the moment how you feel and not knowing Shuri wanted to as well.

After everything was set and ready to go. Okoye, Shuri, Ramonda and you saying goodbye to each other.

"Y/N," Shuri said turning to you. Your heart beat fast as she approached you.

"I will be back, I promised." Shuri wish at that moment she could kiss you but held it inside. Same with you.

You give her a big hug. Hoping she keeps her promise.

"Please come back. We need you here."

The correct term would be I instead of we but you let it go in the back of your mind.

After you pull out of the hug, Okoye went and hugged you too.

"I didn't take you as the hugging type, Okoye." I smile laughing.

"Only around people I tolerate," She laughs and you do too.

"Be safe both of you please."

"I'll let you know when we landed." Shuri said as she was going into the ship. She looked back and saw you standing there, so beautiful she thought.

She turned back to inside the ship and then it took off. You went inside back the citadel and try not to overthink and that Shuri and Okoye were fine.

-Time skip-

It had been 10 minutes and you had a message from Shuri that they made it. Your heart beat in relaxation as you were glad they were ok. You had nothing to worry about.

You around the city to helping people and ended up playing kickball with one the of the kids in which you had a excellent time.

A day later

You had woken up to people panicking to what was happening. Soon you found out that Shuri and the girl, Riri Williams, she went to retrieve were missing in a attack from the same man that threatened Wakanda.

Your heart even sunk more in fear and panic.

You were there when Okoye lost her status and you felt guilty for her. You know she's one of the best fighters in the Dora Milaje and she gave all your best.

You knew nothing can be done unless there's change. You decided to go to Nakia in hope she can help you.

"But Y/N, they already said they'll wage war if any of us go farther."

"But this is Shuri's life we're talking here. In our hands. We need to do something quick or they'll keep her hostage not knowing what they might do to her."

Nakia sighed for and pondered for a moment.

"We lost T'Challa, I don't wanna lose Shuri too."

"Neither do I"

"Then help me please Nakia."

She thought about it then nodded her head.

"I'll help you but we'll need a plan."

"And I got one." You smirked.

This was it. You both were going to save Shuri and Riri from Namor and bring her home. You pray nothing goes wrong, can it?

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The Photoshoot -Part 44

Cillian Murphy

Series Master list 2014, 2015

In a non cocky way, but I Loved how this part turned out 🥰♥️✨ I hope you like it as much as I do!

As usual, I include readers/mutuals names in chapters here and there, this one is for you guys @cillixn @scorpiussage @cillmequick

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📸 Photos by Willy Vanderperre for Another Man Magazine Autumn/Winter collection

Cillian flicked another page of the script he was given for his role as Thomas Shelby, the poor man would go down the hill after dealing with one of the hardest things a person could go through, having his son kidnapped.

Knowing Tommy the way he did, the man would lose his mind, as if he hadn’t already for what happened to his wife.

The door to the cottage opened and Yael stepped in wearing the brightest smile he had ever seen, she was radiating happiness and it took her mere seconds to sit on his lap. Before Cillian could ask what was the reason for the smile, she planted a loud kiss on his lips while Scout tried to get her attention after spending most of the morning without her.

“Woah, that’s some hello.” He joked squeezing her thighs. “I love it when you’re all over me.”

Cillian closed his eyes at the comfort of her hands running through his hair, her nails scraping lightly at the scalp.

“I’m SO happy!” She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, her legs firmly around his waist. “Got a call to say our adoption form has been accepted!”

The world stopped spinning just as his heartbeat. “What?” Did he hear her right?

“We’re formally accepted to start the adoption process.” Yael explained planting her feet back on the ground. “We still need to do an interview and a lot of paperwork, an appointment with an specialist to help us… adapt, are you okay?” She asked eventually, after noticing his gaze was lost in thoughts.

Cillian shook his head slightly. “Yeah… I just can’t believe this, is it really happening?”

Yael couldn’t believe it either, his hand sneaking around her waist made her skin tingle. “I think, finally… things are starting to look better and I don’t wanna jinx it, but I’ve a good feeling about it.”

An overwhelming feeling took over him and words left both his mind and mouth, so he could only hug his wife once more in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. They hugged each other tightly for a while in silence, letting the news sink in.

“Oh, no, don’t cry.” He asked his wife and pulled her against his chest.

“I just… this is like a little light of hope after all we’ve been through.” Yael wiped away a tear from the corner of one of her eyes.

Cillian ran his hands up and down her back, he felt relieved. “Let’s focus on the good things yeah?”

“Why does it feels like the best news ever?”

Cillian pulled her towards the stairs. “Because it is, let’s just take it day by day.” He proposed, rocking her body from side to side.

And in that moment, Yael heard how the rain started falling, providing some kind of comfort and a lovely smell, it was somehow reassuring even. She loved it, specially when Cillian’s arms were around her. It had been definitely a good day and that’s when she remembered another great thing that happened. “Lee-Anne helped me earlier, we were scouting for locations for the photo shoot and we found the perfect place.”

Cillian cut the trail of kisses he started at the base of her neck. “Really? That’s great.”

“I had never been there before, it’s your favorite place on earth.” She raised her eyebrows playfully.

Cillian caught a rebel lock and tucked it behind her ear adoringly. “Yeah? Here?”

“No,” she bit her lip, “it’s an ancient church, it’s ruined actually.”

“Lee-Anne took you to a church?” He asked squinting his eyes.

“It’s a long story, doesn’t matt-”

“No, I want to know how the hell did she ended up in a ruined church.”

Yael sighed,he was always full of questions. “Dean took some photos of the place and when I told her my idea for the shooting, she thought it was the perfect match, happy?”

He seemed to think about it for a second. “You’re the only person who could make me step into a church.”

“Yeah because I’m the boss.” She heard her husband chuckle and decided that she needed to ask him one more question. “Cill… are you sure you’re fine with the idea of adoption? I know you broke up with your ex because she didn’t want to have kids and then she suggested a surrogate.”

Cillian let her break their contac to look firmly into her eyes. “I realize now how the process is irrelevant when it’s with the right person, I want this as much as you do.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not really giving you much choice to choose from…”

But he cut her with a finger on her lips. “The kid we’ll adopt might not have grown in your womb, but it’s been growing in our hearts for a long time.”

She loved the meaning behind his words, so she chose to keep them close to her heart. Finding in his lips the comfort she needed.

****

What a difference from one photoshoot to another, everything had changed, the attitude, their connection was undeniable, the energy was on point. Cillian looked utterly handsome with the look she chose, Yael couldn’t simply stop snapping photos. When she asked Cillian to give her a cocky look, she wasn’t expecting that look.

It was petty, the death stare mixed with a pinch of insolence, the sparkle in his blue eyes was something a camera wouldn’t miss. She moved to the side to capture him from another angle. She was so tempted to run a hand through his hair to give him a disheveled look, his curls were perfectly combed, so much for her own taste.

The suit was perfect, the accessories were captured perfectly, the lights were illuminating him beautifully and he, well he couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried to.

Her heart skipped a beat when Cillian looked at her through the lenses of her camera, he had this unreachable energy.

“There, hold it for me one more time.” She clicked on the shooter like a maniac, too excited to be able to get it. “That’s the bad boy look my mother warned me about.”

She didn’t know how, but Cillian kept the stoic face, she could feel his eyes devouring her as the rest of the staff let out a loud laugh.

Alex, the one holding the interview for the magazine article used the small break to ask him about the film In the heart of the sea, soon to be released, she had been requesting an interview but until now their agendas hadn’t match. Luckily she had a good sense of humor and made Cillian feel comfortable.

As her husband walked away to change into another outfit, Luna the stylist approached her.

“I’d be terrified to talk to him like you do, you seem to be so comfortable around him.”

Letting out a small chuckle, Yael looked away from the screen of her camera. “That’s easy after sleeping with him.”

Luna’s face was a poem after letting Yael’s words sink in. “You’re having an affair with him?”

This time, her laugh was so loud that some of the staff looked in her direction. “Oh no, well yes and no, he’s my husband.”

Luna blushed as she was running through the outfits photographs they would be doing next, she had to prepare them between shots. “Woah that’s incredible, therefore the good chemistry you have.”

“He totally understands what I want to get, he just sits there and delivers you know?”

“This is the best photoshoot I’d ever been seriously.” She praised before walking away.

Yael thought how lucky she really was to have this quality of team at each position, the final work would be amazing, she thought while giving Cillian instructions for the next photos.

“Can you run your fingers through your hair, please? Both hands.” Yael snapped the shooter again. “Yes!”

Cillian looked down, his wife had demanded minimum eye contact as she swore he made her forget about what she was doing.

“Now let’s move over there, down the windows, I want to catch the light while he have it.” He followed instructions professionally, surprised even of the way she thought about every little detail, he loved to see how dedicated and focused was Yael.

“Hang on, let me fix this.” Sage the hairstylist approached Cillian, his hair was all over the place and she was a perfectionist. “This is on fire!” She expressed out loud in an optimistic tone.

“Look up to your right,” she mumbled something and placed the camera on the tripod to adjust the angle of his face, he found a small wink on her way back. “Hold it for me, there… now cross your arms.”

After a quick change of clothes, he found his wife arranging a chair while someone else tried the lights.

“Look at this place, I can’t believe its beauty.” Yael placed her hands on her hips while taking a look around, the walls had some kind of manuscripts, it was clean, well look after, and there was even a magic vibe around. “I want to try some shots from afar, you can sit here.”

Cillian smiled pleased to see she was back to her usual self, the sparkle in her eyes, giving away instructions of what she wanted, sharing the idea she had in mind, she particularly clicked with a couple of members of the staff; Luna, Alex and Sage, they’ve been chatting between shots or while the staff adjusted the lights.

“I’m so excited for this men’s clothes, specially the mesh top.” Luna squealed.

“He’ll make it look like a million dollar shirt.” Sage replied marveled at the shooting.

“You know… we could hang out after the photoshoot.” Cillian winked at the photographer. “What d’ya say?”

“I say that you’re lucky.” And she did a little cheering sound as she walked towards the camera again.

Click.

“Fucking bastard.” Yael murmured getting lost in the stills she was getting.

Everything was perfect; the darkness, the place, the exquisite clothes the magazine got for the shooting. It had been hours and she could keep going if it depended on her. But her favorite part was to capture her husband’s essence. The persona he was portraying.

“We still have lots of clothes we haven’t use yet.” Luna informed her.

“Oh damn, it’s getting late, I’m not sure I can book a studio last minute, but we could take them at home there’s lots of space.”

“Are we done?” Cillian asked surprised by the time, he didn’t feel it, but it surely was a long shooting.

“For today, yes.” She looked proudly at the images in the screen of her laptop. “I can take the clothes home and bring them back so you guys don’t have to carry everything with you.”

That seemed like the greatest idea and while the rest of the team got the things ready, Yael packed her camera and lenses. “Thank you for today, for giving me back what I love the most.”

She showed him one of the photos she captured.

“I knew you still have the magic touch.” Cillian placed the strap of the case over his shoulder and approached the magazine leader to say his goodbyes.

As they arrived to the cottage and Scout gave them the warmest welcome, Yael had an idea.

“What if we do some photos right now? If you feel up to it.”

Cillian knew that look of hers, he knew everything, her energy, the flame in her eyes.

“I don’t know… how will you pay me for the extra hours?” He arched an eyebrow and gave her a cocky look.

“Look at me like that again and I’ll give you a surprise I did for you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

But before he could finish, Yael was handling him a beautiful leather jacket.

“You can keep your jeans, I just want some good shots from the chest up.” While he changed into the shirt and jacket, she moved a table to have the place free. “I found this while I was packing the stuff they sent over, it’s a nice collection and a subtle necklace.” He pouted at her. “Trust me, this is giving me the rockstar vibes you have inside.”

“I trust you that’s the problem.” He added playfully, but allowed her clasp the necklace around his neck.

Using the black background she had at home, she asked him to half sit on the high chair from the kitchen so one foot was planted on the ground. Yael arranged the fringe over his forehead and sat on the floor.

“Look at me.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Cillian dragged his eyes from the side to his wife.

“That’s a visual orgasm.” She confessed, making Cillian run his tongue over his lower lip.

As she took some more headshots of him, she eventually moved to the rack to get the mesh shirt she had been eyeing since the beginning.

“I absolutely love this sweater, would you try this for me?”

“What the hell is this?” He placed the see-through shirt in front of his wife’s eyes.

“Something very expensive, so treat it with extra care.” She chuckled.

“Looks like I’m about to go fishing.”

“You’d get lots.” She brushed her lips briefly against his.

As Cillian got rid of the previous item he was wearing, she couldn’t stop her eyes running up and down his torso, his broad shoulders and muscles flexing, there was no doubt he had been lifting more weight for his Tommy Shelby role, the veins in his arms caught her attention, his toned chest… her mouth was watering, she needed to hurry up with the shoots.

Yael helped him put on the cozy sweater. “I like this.”

“Not something I’d usually wear.”

She raised her hand and carefully crunched down. “Alright, give that insufferable look one more time babe.”

Cillian cleared his throat and slowly looked down at her, turning his head like in a slow motion until he was totally facing his wife.

She moaned and captured the single photo simultaneously, she could feel her insides getting warmer by the second.

She walked backwards a few steps to get a complete shot.

“This is a fucking piece of art.” Then she requested her husband to lay down on the floor and take off the sweater.

“No. Why are you looking at me like that?” He shook his head firmly.

“Because I have to take these stills of you in that mesh shirt and wearing only that, I promise these will be part of my private collection, I won’t give them to the magazine.”

“Cill, babe if you do what I’m asking you to, I will give you in this very moment the boudoir photos I took of myself.” She gave him her best puppy eyes.

“Show me a sneak peek first.” He demanded, but losing the sweater immediately.

And Yael showed him the intimate stills she took first of the outfits she choose to shoot those photos of herself.

“I really liked how the session turned out, thought it would be a nice detail for you.” She added showing him another one. She did a boudoir shooting quietly one day while he was out, thinking how nice it would be to give him a piece of her, so intimate, so unique just for him.

His eyes sparkled with lust and desire for her.

“How do you want me?” He asked getting impatient.

Yael knew the mesh shirt would look amazing by itself, so she asked him to lay on his back on the floor, while she planted a feet next to each side of his hips, that way she would capture him from above.

“Arms ups, let me see your chest, place your wrists together.” She instructed.

“As if you had me tied up.”

“Just like that.” She loved how easy he was.

“You can use this shirt in the bedroom to tie me up.” He suggested casually staring at her through the camera.

“Who says we’re going to make it to the bedroom?” She placed the camera in a safe place away from them, didn’t want to risk breaking it.

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A/N: Thumbs up to Mrs Murphy on Instagram for the colored photo from this session! It looks amazing! Also big shout out to @heidimoreton for helping search for the location of the photo session, I swear I saw somewhere it was some ancient church and in my mind this how it went… I loved writing this part and I hope you guys enjoy it as well xx

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Flirting with Danger 4

Ramon x f reader

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Warnings: some violence, a gun being drawn and mentioned, a death that occurs off screen/ page, sexual content and mention of sexual activity. (Ps ppl should not wear fur, it’s wrong so know I’m not supporting that) | if you are a minor please don’t read! Or follow. This is an adult 18+ account. I don’t have time or energy to check everyone’s accounts.

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3 weeks later

Waking in a cold sweat, you stare blankly at the ceiling. This is the fifth nightmare you've had. Minus the nightmares, the last three weeks have been amazing. Twenty-one days you’ve enjoyed way more than you should have. Not just because of Ramon, but because of his family. You've progressed to having more moments with them and continue to grow closer to his sisters.

Enedina talks to you a little more than she ever has before, and Benjamin becomes warmer, in his own way. He strikes you as the type that only let's his blood family in, and his wife who he's very much head over heels for. As for everyone else, including you, family friends, and someone like Barron who was always around - you were all held at arm's length. Even if showed to be trustworthy. Not that you were, not really.

You’ve heard stories of agents going corrupt, agents getting compromised and now, here you are, now you’re one of them. You knew sleeping with Ramon in the first place was a grave mistake and maybe, maybe one slip up could be forgiven. But how can you forgive yourself when you keep doing it? When you keep going on dates, accepting his gifts, hanging out in his house when he insists you come over- having meals with his family?

Minus a few days you’ve spent alone or when Ramon was off doing whatever the hell he was doing, you were sleeping with him every chance you got. Prior to this, you never thought of yourself as someone who could get blinded by sex, but having a taste of Ramon, you’re hooked, same as he’s hooked on you. You know you’ll have to put a stop to this soon, you must, but you don’t want to - not yet at least.

Kicking your legs over the bed, you glimpse at the window. You can already tell todays going to be a hot one and decide to save your errands for later in the day, before your shift at Roxanne.

...

Later that night

Something about moving through Roxanne, while you wear a very expensive bra and panty set from Ramon feels - powerful. At first glance, you just have on your uniform but underneath, you’re wearing one the sexiest sets you’ve ever owned. On your own, you would never spend that kind of money on just underwear. But it was Ramons treat, a treat you happily accepted.

Tonight's busy at Roxanne, and though it’s one of those nights the family isn’t in, you have plenty enough going on to keep busy. Roxanne makes some serious cash and was full most nights, on the weekends it was bursting at the brim. The family had other establishments to, but your focus remains on Roxanne.

The place is overflowing, and you spot some key players enjoying VIP service. It wasn’t rare to see important people, or their kids here, but the crowd today is extra special, and you know you’ve just struck gold, again, for your report. Since there were a lot of things you were omitting, for personal reasons, you made the rest of it as juicy as possible. Though, you were losing your battle with honesty more and more each day in this investigation.

You know a huge part of your job is reporting what you see, all of it. But you weren’t exactly doing that. At least not for the last month. You could feel and see yourself getting deeper into the grey area and though you know it’s wrong, your inner moral compass just doesn't seem as strong as it used to be.

You make a promise to yourself that if something serious want down, you would put it in the report. You had to. No matter how found you’ve become of the family and how welcoming they’ve become to you, for the most part.

Then there's the dilemma of Ramon. You felt like a rat, but in essence, you are, as an agent. You didn’t want to tell on him, but at the same time, Ramon, no matter how much you like him, was a bad person who did some bad shit. Is doing bad shit. He’s violent, unpredictable, moody, a psycho. And you imagine, he’s done even worse that you and your superiors don’t even know about.

Ramon is also attentive, gentle, funny; he’s contagious and easy to be around when he’s in a good mood. Then there's quiet Ramon. The side of him that goes deep within himself and shuts everything else. In that mood, he slips on his headphones and listens to cassette tapes. He doesn’t say much. In that mood he's like a pensive soul lost within himself, or he does crazy shit like that park incident a couple of years back.

Ramon is complex. At first, as you studied him and the family from a distance and heard the stories, he was just a criminal, a crazy bad guy. Now, everything is - your fantasy about Ramon only grows with each moment you spend with him. The little fantasy in your mind of a world in which Ramons is just his best parts minus the worst ones, minus the criminal and violent behavior. In that world, you and Ramon could be together, openly, without any regret.

Maybe that’s why you’ve let yourself walk on the dark side, why you gave in to temptation. Just to have him, to have this, for a little while.

Even so, the fantasy verion of Ramon and you is just that, a fantasy, nothing more. You push that thought to the front of your mind. You have to remember this, at all times, so you can save yourself from fucking up even more than you have. So you can save yourself from feeling more for him than you already feel.

…

You don’t see or hear from Ramon again until two days later, after the last nightmare. Fresh out the shower, you barely started to dry off when the doorbell rang. All it took was one look out the window and you knew who it was, Ramon. That loud flashy car of his giving him away.

Wrapping yourself in a bathrobe, you let him and unlock the door. Ramon instantly covers you in kisses and pulls you against him when the door opens.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled. You love how excited he is to see you and even with everything you know about him, the way he looks at you and greets you makes your heartbeat faster, it makes you want to spend time with him.

Ramon goes on about something and you notice him make a signal with his hand. A man comes into your apartment behind him, he’s holding four bags.

“Ramon, what is that? The bags?”

“For the wedding.” He steps back, not so much to give the guy space to bring the stuff in, it’s more like he’s watching him, making sure he does it right, and quickly.

Ramon points to the living room table. The guy places the bags there. The guy is evidently taking too long, and nervous as shit. Ramon then processes to rush him out of your apartment.

You watch as Ramon closes the door, his serious expression instantly lights up with a smile as he strolls over to you. “You’re my date.”

“Dina’s wedding?”

That's huge. Really fucking huge. Being around them, you knew it was coming up soon, even though they never explicitly dropped a date in front of you. Nonetheless, you knew it would be within the next week so based on the signs. To be invited, you didn’t imagine that. Sure, you and Ramon are fucking and he’s showering you in gifts and showing you off like some kind of Narcos princess, but a family wedding? That's’ big time. For so many reasons.

Ramon must sense your surprise because he draws you into his arms and plants kisses on your face, “didn’t think I’d ask?”

“No, not really.” You look up at him and runs your fingers through his curls. As you share a moment, gazing at each other and in his arms, you realize you don’t feel as nervous as you did the last time he showed up here.

Maybe you were getting too comfortable, or confident in your skills. You were good at hiding any proof you weren't who you said you were. You planned to do that anyway in this place, but when he showed up the first time it made you extra concerned with hiding any scrap of proof.

You even developed a system where you work on your reports and instantly get the stuff out of sight, hidden deep in the place where no prying or curious eyes could find them. No predictable file names on your computer, nothing. You made 'the real' you a ghost. You feel so much like the pretend version of you now, that her name feels like your name.

You made this place so that if Ramon dropped by unannounced nothing would be found to give him pause. And you were proud of that. It wasn’t easy and you sure as hell almost pulled your hair out and quit just trying to fail-proof your fake apartment. Your reports remain the hardest part, but so far, your routine is working.

You knew you had to think of the worst. Sure, right now he popped by post shower, but what if comes while you’re in the middle of writing a report? That very thing is what your nightmares have been about. The idea sends a shiver down your spine, you shove it back, and decide to think about that later.

Ramon steps away from you and gets comfortable on the couch. “Well, are you going to try it on or not?” He kicks his feet up on the table.

“Oh, you want a fashion show.” You move over to the bags and peek inside the first one.

Ramon nods enthusiastically.

“I think you should wait until the wedding. It’s more exciting that way.” you pick one of the bags up and sling it over your shoulder.

“Oh, come on.” Ramon pouts.

“Nope. You will see me in this on wedding day. When you pick me up. You’ll just have to be patient and wait.”

Ramon sighs and jumps up from the couch. He grabs the smallest bag and pulls out a lacy piece of lingerie. “How about this one?”

You smirk and stand before him. Ramon grins down at you as you study the lingerie. It’s nice, you’re impressed. “Okay, you get this one today. Sit.” You point to the couch and grab the lingerie.

Grinning wide, Ramon does as he’s told and sits on the couch. When you disappear down the hall, he forces himself to sit still, bouncing his leg in anticipation to see you, his princess, in the delicate lacy thing he just bought for you.

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Enedina’s Wedding - two weeks later

This wedding is like a pot of gold. This place is full of important people, money people, people who make moves and decisions, politicians, pop stars: it's the most impressive guest list this town has ever had. You even see some faces you didn’t know were aligned with the family. It’s an investigator's dream.

It takes everything in you to enjoy the wedding while in the back of your mind, working the wedding. It wasn’t easy doing both, not by any means, but you’ve developed a good act and feel confident no one can tell you’re taking notes in your mind. You just hope you can get home soon and have some alone time, so you don’t forget anything important. The last five days Ramons has kept you closer than ever and you haven't had time to visit your place.

In a situation like this, there’s no notepads, no voice recorders. You had to rely on your mind and your memory. Over the years you developed some tricks, including new ones during your time with the Arellano Felix family.

The wedding is more than an investigator's dream, its’ beautiful, grand, luxurious. You can’t even phantom the dollar amount on this thing. And the family themselves went all out, the women look beautiful, the men handsome; Enedina looks like a queen in her big flowy white gown. And Ramon, Ramon is as handsome as ever. However, Ramon wouldn’t be Ramon without an extra accessory, something that turns his outfit up louder. This time it’s one of the puffiest fur coats you’ve ever seen.

When he picked you up earlier in it, you nearly fell over laughing. It was so ridiculous, but somehow, Ramon made it work. He continued to tell you through the day how beautiful you looked in your dress. Either Ramons taste for women's clothing was improving, or one of his sisters, maybe even Enedina picked this one because its literal perfection. You feel like a million bucks in it and never want to take it off. Even the accents, the earrings, the bracelet on your wrist, the necklace…it's a dream.

The wedding also sets off your alarms. Not because you feel in danger, but because you realize just how fond of this family you’ve become. Tears came to your eyes as Enedina walked down the aisle, with Benjamin escorting her. You were even seated in the row behind the family, and that proximity made you feel important. It made another part of you feel terrible, like a traitor. Here they were, letting you sit right behind the family, and you were secretly working against them.

After the wedding ceremony, the reception takes place at Club Bertana. The good vibe is contagious, drinks, laughs, smiles, dancing. At some moments, you forgot you’re working. It's like you’re really here as the person you’re pretending to be, with no mission, no goal, no secrets.

When you arrived at the reception, Ramon pulled out a seat for you at his table, where he sat with the Narcos juniors and their dates. Its wild, sitting here, being this close. In the thick of it all. It's overwhelming in a way.

You look around, taking in what you can. Even among all those having a good time, you can see the ones who aren't. The ones who didn’t benefit so much from the Arellano Felix families rise to the top. The bottom of the narco trafficker pool. The ones who didn’t like them being the boss. There’s a simmering tension present in the room, one that many may not notice, but you do. It's a power move, and Benjamin, and the family, were flexing.

As Ramon and the Narcos juniors talk and joke, you sit beside him. He has one hand resting on your thigh or around your shoulders most of the time, unless he lifts it to smoke, drink or move about. You feel like one of those cartel wives in this moment, sitting next to him like this.

Even though he’s engaged with this equally as rowdy crew, Ramon looks over at you frequently, flashing smiles at you with his lips and eyes. Though you have nothing to contribute here, Ramons makes sure you feel included and seen, and his attentiveness only makes you like him more.

At one point, you reached out and tugged on his bow tie. “It’s cute. I like it.”

Ramon compliments you and seals it with a kiss. It’s hard to not feel like his girl, even though you’re just playing a role. All of this feels so real, realer than all the months you spent sitting at that dusty ass desk shoveling paperwork around. You realize you feel alive, the most alive you’ve felt in a long time.

Ramons peck of a kiss leads to a longer one and by time it breaks, your mind starts to drift to other activities. He'd make out with you on the spot and didn't care who was around, you are his, and he likes to show off.

As Benjamin makes his way over to the table, Ramon rests one arm over your shoulder, while welcoming his brother with his other hand.

Benjamin stands near Ramon and says one thing. “Keep an eye on that one.”

You follow their line of sight, while taking a drink. Don Guerra. They're talking about Don Guerra. The Gulf’s table.

Putting your drink down, you rub Ramons thigh and pretend to be paying attention to the other conversation happening at the table. You can hear Benjamin say something else before walking away. As Benjamin walks away, Kitty grabs Ramons attention. The Narcos juniors now have their eyes on the table across the way, Don Guerra’s table.

“Show that old fucker those Jordans, bro!”

Never one to shy away from the spotlight, or an opportunity to show off, Ramon slides back in the chair and kicks his feet up. Extending his long legs as he rests his feet on the empty plates, proudly displaying his new Jordans he’s very happy about.

The Narcos Juniors cheer him on and respond with excitement. Your eyes move over the sneakers. You never really saw the hype or got why people went so nuts over sneakers. But when Ramons brown eyes meet yours, you smile at him and tell him they look great. In return you get one of your favorite looks of his, that cute almost boyish smile that almost makes you forget he’s a criminal.

Even with the tension from the unhappy guests, everything goes fine until the toast happens. Rayo, one of the Sinaloa guys, took it upon himself to make some obnoxious comments. Not just once, but twice.

The moment he did, your eyes darted to Ramon. You held your breath. The proud grin of a brother watching his newly married sister on her special day dropped to a tight-lipped scowl. His brown eyes go dark.

Palma finally forces Rayo to sit and apologized to the room, but it's too late. From the way Ramon and the family are staring at him, you know this man is about to pay the price. Your eyes darted to Dina, you feel bad, today is special for her, and she was having the best time, you’ve never seen her smile and laugh as much as you did today. And now, her eyes are dark too, like if she had a knife hidden under that dress, she would gut Rayo herself.

Oh, you fucking idiot , you say to yourself, as you look back at Rayo. You watched as Benjamin, Enedina and Ramon communicated without words, sealed by a small nod from Ramon. He stands and heads away from the table as Father Biaz takes the mic again, calling the attention of the room.

You and Kitty turn your heads at the same time, following Ramons tall figure, draped in that fur coat. The music starts back up after Father Biaz makes a joke. You can barely hear it, your adrenaline shoots through the roof as Ramon yanks Rayo up from his seat leads him out of the room.

The agent in you wants to get up, to follow, but you can’t. You know you can’t. Grabbing your drink, so you have something to do with your hands, you bring to your lips. Two of the narcos juniors leave the table as well, you’ve noticed they are Ramons main guys, the top tier of the juniors.

As Ramon passes the dance floor, to get to the entrance/ exit, Rayo drunkenly says something else to Enedina and is quickly shoved harder by Ramon. Though you can’t hear it from where you sit, you can see Ramons lips move.

Whatever went down outside, happens in less than 10 minutes. Ramon strolls back in with his guys behind him. No signs of Rayo. And no one dares mention or ask about it either. Not even the Sinaloa crew who is steaming and anxious. Chapo looks like he's ready to burst.

As Ramon struts over, and flashes a smile at you, it’s like watching a proud lion. He likely just killed someone, yet your body is acting like a fool. Raised body temperature, tingling sensations; he looks so good, good enough to eat and his smile works like some damn hypnotic command.

Ramon stands behind you and rubs your shoulders. It feels good when he touches you, it always does. But these same hands likely played a role in a death minutes ago. Even with that cryptic thought in mind, as he leans down to kiss you, you let him and melt into it.

When the wedding reception ends, you and Ramon head out to his car. He has the blue one tonight, his favorite one. Once you’re inside, he’s still in good spirits. The next stop is Roxanne. You rather go home, get some sleep and take care of your business. But you know if you say no, it may raise some red flags, especially after you’ve been a guest to Dina’s wedding. So, you smile and pretend to be excited.

...

On the car ride to the club, a rock forms in your stomach. It feels like something is going to go south, but you just don’t know what. You didn’t know it at the time, but the joyous day of celebration had a little more violence in store.

Everything takes a turn when some asshole makes the grave mistake of honking at Ramon. Before you could deescalate his mood, Ramons stopped the car and climbed out, gun in hand.

Everything happened so fast. Shouting quickly turned to Ramon attacking the guy. Before it could turn to more, because you know with every bone in your body Ramon would shoot him on stop, you interject and pull on Ramons coat, begging him to stop.

You were dancing hard in the grey area these days, but you could not let an innocent man die on your watch. You couldn’t. Sure, Ramon was driving way too fast, and you even asked him to slow down, so the guy was in his right to be annoyed, but you weren’t going to watch the guy get shot in the face. Part of you suspects the only reason Ramon didn’t shoot him yet is because of you.

“Ramon, baby, please, let’s just go. It’s not worth it. It’s not.”

The worry in your voice brings his eyes to yours, and he finally lifts the gun from the guy's face.

Pleading with him, you tighten your grip on his arm, “I just want to go dancing with you. Let’s get out of here.”

The dark death bearing look in his eyes quickly changes over to something lighter, something more playful. A wide grin brightens his entire face as he turns to view you fully. “Anything you want, Princesa.”

When he kisses you, your eyes stay open, you gaze stuck on the gun in one hand, as he cups your cheek with the other. You grab his hand from your face and lead him back to the car.

At first, Ramon followed you. Then your heart sank as he suddenly pulled away. Before you could turn around, you heard a gunshot, then another. Quickly whipping around you expected to see a dead man on the road, instead you just see two of his tires blown out as the man curled up in fear, shaking.

“Oh fuck me - “you mutter under your breath. You rushed back over, past the scared onlookers and dragged Ramon to the car.

...

At Roxanne it’s impossible to calm your nerves. Your heartbeat so fast in your chest you thought you were having a heart attack and your pulse was through the roof. No amount of drinking, forced laughs, and halfhearted dancing was fixing anything.

Each time your eyes drift over to Ramon, you find yourself amazed at how much fun he’s having. It’s like what went down on the road, and what occurred at the reception never happened.

You knew Ramon is a killer, that was no secret, you’ve seen the news, heard the stories, seen crime scene photos - but you’ve never been this close, this face to face with it. You are sure Rayo was dead, definitely dead, even if Ramon just had one of the eager Narcos Juniors do it. And that guy on the road, he’s only alive because you were there, Ramon 100% would have killed him too and smirked while doing it.

The happiness and joy from earlier today is gone, now you feel like shit, you feel like you are drowning and even worse, you feel like your vow to protect and lock up the bad guy is forever tainted because in 3 months' time you didn’t just like Ramon, it's so much more than that, much more than you’re willing to admit aloud because it means you have those kinds of feelings for a walking, living, breathing monster. If you admit the extent of your feelings, you have to ask yourself, what kind of person does that make you? Maybe you were never good in the first place. Maybe you were on the edge of good and all it took was something like this to turn you bad.

Overwhelmed and unable to deal with all the raging emotions and clashing feelings inside of you, you drink too much, and try to bury the feelings. After a while, it starts to work. You start having fun again and enjoying Roxanne, enjoying Ramon. Until the poor guy bumped into him.

It happens. It happens all the time. People bump into each other. It’s a common occurrence. Once that 99.9% of the time does not lead to a beat down and being dragged out like garbage and most likely killed, or if the guy was lucky, just beat up. The moment Ramon looked down at his new sneakers, you stopped breathing. You knew what was going to happen, as unreasonable and insane as a response it is, you knew. So did everyone at VIP because they know Ramon, they know this is what he does.

The agent inside of you wanted to intervene, to stop it but you froze. You literally froze in horror as it went down and nearly threw up your drinks. No amount of training or experience, even if you had double as much, prepared you for being this close to the lion's pit. There’s regular investigations and regular bag guys, then there’s this. Its’ a huge fucking difference. And you are learning the hard way, in person.

After the Juniors took the guy, Ramon sat down next to you, legs spread wide and took a shot of whiskey. You can’t see the expression on your own face, but it’s enough to gain Ramons attention. He reaches out and grabs your hips, easing you into his lap.

“Hey,” Ramon studies your eyes, “you okay?”

“Just tired.” You lied.

Ramon’s gaze softens. This is the look that fucks you up. The one the temporarily wipes your memory and makes you forget about the bad stuff. It's a glimpse of the parts of Ramon you’re falling so hard for. Ramon leans in and kisses you gently, so gently it takes your breath away.

He may be who he is, but he’s always looking out for you. Checking on you. Making sure you're comfortable, which in reality is impossible for what's actually going on, but he tries. Ramon even snaps out of his crazy moments for you, the sound of your voice, your hand on his arm, the way you look at him. Over the last few months, you’ve even seen others be surprised at how you’re able to do that, to tame the beast, albeit temporarily.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Ramon whispers against your lips before kissing you again.

…

When you get back to his house, Ramon is on top of you the moment the bedroom door closes. There’s a war going on inside of you. You want to be home, in your fake apartment, wallowing in the mess you’re in alone, in private. Another part of you wants to be back home, when life was simpler and less complicated, before you took on this massive job and dug yourself a grave, before you fell for a fucking murderous and charming criminal. The other part of you, a much larger part, wants to be here, despite everything. It's like you’ve fractured into three different parts and they all clash with each other.

You don’t know what it is, but Ramon is on fire that night. The hot and heavy make out tops all the others you've had, and the sex tops every single experience you’ve already had. Every time you thought you couldn’t take anymore, or go one more time, Ramon kept going, kept staring into your eyes and flashing that smug smirk at you.

Afterward, Ramon takes care of you with gentle kisses and affectionate whispers. He even kissed the tears of pleasure from your cheeks, as he soothed you. Though the events of the day are burned in your mind, you lose yourself in him, in this, in this version of him.

At some point you fall asleep. And to your surprise you don’t have the nightmare. You sleep quietly, peacefully next to him. When you shouldn’t at all. It's like your bodies and hearts were meant to be together and you’re mad at him for who he is because if he wasn't this person, if he wasn't the unstable criminal he is, then some healthy real-life version of this could exist.

When you wake in later in the night, close to sunrise, you lay on your side and watch him sleep. The part of you that's head over heels for Ramon must be sleeping too, because this time you look at him with clear eyes, and the events of the night reply in your mind.

Investigating is one thing, being a witness to murder is another. Sure, you didn’t hurt those guys, but you were there and maybe you should have stepped in. But that's hard to do when you’re surrounded by narcos. You against them? In what scenario could that possibly work in your favor?

As you watch Ramon sleep, it’s hard to see the devil, the bad Ramon because he looks so angelic. If you were smart, you’d end this, leave before it got worse. And as much as you head supports that idea, you know you can’t because your heart wants to stay, it’s not ready to leave him.

You feel closer to Ramon than you have any of your other boyfriends, normal non-criminal boyfriends. You feel more attached. To leave him would be to abandon him, and you don’t have the heart to do it. Especially not when he’s so crazy about you, and he shows you in so many ways. You feel it in his kiss, the way he holds you, the way he takes care of you. Ramon needs you.

And maybe you need him, too. As fucked up as that sounds.

Ramon’s eyes move under his lids. He stirs in his sleep and reaches for you. “Can’t sleep Princesa?” he asks in his cute drowsy voice.

“No.”

“Come here.” Ramon pulls you closer and positions your head on his chest. He holds you tight, he’s so warm it calms your anxiety just a little. Ramon kisses your forehead.

There’s a devil in Ramon, a very dangerous one. But there’s also an angel. The devil scares you, he’s sinfully exciting, he reminds you why you do what you do, and why you took this job. But the angel? The angel you want to love and protect, you want to keep the angel close. Still, you know you can’t do that because the angel and the devil are the same person, they’re both Ramon. You can’t change his fate, who he is, what he’s done, even if you do lo -

Ramon caresses your back and kisses the top of your head. You can feel his breath on your scalp. “ I love you.” he whispers.

Your half-closed eyes fly open as you stiffen in his arms.

Did you just hear that correctly? Did he just - say - that?

Slowly rising yourself up, you steady your weight and meet his waiting sleepy gaze. A sweet innocent smile draws on his lips.

Like waves under a full moon, emotion thrashes inside of you, knocking all sense from your brain and bringing tears to your tired eyes. “I - I love you too.”

Your voice is so soft, so low, your eyes so beautiful and wide with emotion that Ramon loses it. He needs you, he needs you closer to him, under him, he needs to be inside of you even if you’re not having sex this very moment. He needs your bodies to be one.

Ramon sweeps you under him and presses his lips to yours as he gets you in position. With your legs securely behind him, he keeps kissing you as he slides his cock inside your warmth. He could stay inside of you forever. He loves you, and you love him too, and right now he feels like the luckiest man on earth.

Next * takes you to A03 (fic continues there)

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Hey there, I was wondering if you could please write a threesome smut with Carmelo Hayes and Ricochet? The plot can be that both guys are trying to seduce the reader and she can’t decide who she wants more and then a threesome ensues. I also have a gear kink. So if somehow Carmelo Hayes gold trunks and Ricochet’s latex pants can be included. Thank you!

Carmelo Hayes x f/Reader x Ricochet (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Three some. Anal, p in v. Double Penetration. Oral sex (m receiving) slight gear kink. Unprotected sex. Remember to wrap it. Minors do not read.

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I hope you like it.

Summary: f/Reader is stuck between Carmelo Hayes & Ricochet, who are both vying for her attention. She can't pick, but does she really have too?

Trevor - Ricochet ☆ Christian - Carmelo Hayes

YN's POV:

Twenty Days.

Twenty long days of receiving gifts from two of the most gorgeous men I have ever laid eyes on.

From flowers and chocolates to shopping trips on them. Getting free massages and free meals, and at first it was flattering, but enough is enough.

I have to put a stop to it.

I text them to let them know that I have made my decision as they have been pestering me to pick between the two of them.

But how can I?

They both have pros and cons to dating them but the main con was that I would hurt the other one and I just can't have that.

I couldn't imagine losing even one of them as a friend so I informed them that I will not date either one and that I hope we can still be friends.

I tossed my phone on the bed as I grabbed my workout clothes to head to the hotel gym.

I had to clear my head and work out some of the stress as I thought about losing possibly both of their friendships.

But that didn't help. I left the gym after 40 minutes and headed back to my hotel room and I should of known that the two of them would be waiting there.

I wasn't expecting them to still be in their ring gear though. I knew were practising with it on to get the feel of the movement with the new moves they were trying out.

But I have one tiny little kink that no one knows I have and the two of them are not helping right now. It is like they both know I have a gear kink.

Christian is wearing gold trunks. My favourite pair he has and he is wearing them right now and fuck me, Trevor is wearing his latex pants.

"There she is. Just the woman we are looking for." Trevor said once he noticed me. I cleared my throat and tried to regulate my breathing as they both smiled at me.

"I have already made up my mind you two." I said to them as they parted so I could open the door.

"We know and that is why we are here." Christian said. "We have an idea and I, well we are hoping you will be okay with it."

Now they have me intrigued. I allowed them to enter my room.

"Okay what is this idea?"

They both looked at eachother and then Trevor started to talk. My eyes going wide as I listened to their idea.

"Well, what do you think baby girl?" Christian asked me, but I didn't say anything. I was actually too stunned to speak.

I get to have both of them? Us together? The three of us in a relationship?

"Yes." I breathed out as I knew that my dreams were coming true.

"Excellent. Now let us go change and we can go out and celebrate." Trevor said, but I didn't want to leave this room. Not yet anyways.

"Or, we celebrate a different way." I said to them. They looked at one another and then back at me.

I could clearly see their cocks getting hard and I gasped as I saw them twitch in their gear.

"You sure you can handle us baby girl?" They said at the same time.

"Yes."

My vision was blurry as I was gagging around Trevor's cock, but I didn't dare tap his leg for him to pull back.

"Fuck, could live forever down your throat."

"You should feel her pussy." Christian groaned out from behind me as he continued to pound into me.

His hands were gripping my shoulders as he fucked me as hard and fast as he could. Every thrust seemed to push Trevor's cock deep down my throat if that was possible.

The two of them were moaning loudly and I am loving every single second of this. I ready to swallow Trevor's cum as I knew he was close, but he pulled out of my mouth.

They didn't even speak to one another as Christian pulled out of me and laid on his back and pulled me onto his lap, thrusting deep inside of me once more.

Christian pulled me down against his chest and I felt Trevor's hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks.

I placed my head in Christian's neck as I felt Trevors cock at my entrance. Christian was kissing my shoulder and trying to sooth me as Trevor slowly entered my ass.

I shivered when he was completely inside of me. I never felt so full in my life. "Move." I cried out.

"Not gonna last long." Trevor groaned as he pulled out back and slowly thrust back in.

"I don't think our girl minds. She is gripping me so tight. You're gonna cum again aren't you baby? Yeah you are. Need to feel you cum again." Christian moaned as he thrust up into me.

The two of them slowly got faster and faster until they had me screaming put each orgasm they gave me.

Our bodies covered in sweat, I could barely talk or think clearly. A few hard thrusts and Christian groaned as he came deep inside my pussy.

I gasped at the feeling of him filling me and then I gasped again when Trevor followed quickly after.

I cried out when Trevor pulled out of me and he groaned loudly as he watched his cum leak out of my ass.

Trevor leaned down and kissed my back between my shoulder blades. He gently lifted me off of Christan and laid me on the bed.

"You doing good baby girl?" Christian asked me as I haven't talked yet.

"Never better." I hoarsely said, with a dopey smile on my face.

"Sleep well gorgeous. I'm not through with you and I know he isn't either." Trevor said to me as he curled up behind me.

The three of us falling asleep. Me knowing I will once again be filled with cum in the morning.

Hopefully they will finish in my mouth this time.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Unexpected/ 3

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 4.3k

Includes- fluff, shower sex, sex from behind, wall sex, brief handjob, missionary sex, rough sex, Dom Jongho, dirty talk, use of slut and whore, multiple orgasms, so much fluff at the middle and end

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 4. Part 5

Six months later

J POV

"Jongho", I call his name, pleasure running through me

His arm tightens around my waist as he moves slowly, his pretty lips against my shoulder blade

I keep my hands against the wall, feeling his hard wet chest against my back

Shivers run through me as his other hand plays with my nipple, the warm shower water adding to everything

"My baby's gonna cum again?", he softly asks in my ear

I nod

I don't know what this has become with Jongho

But I have feelings for him

Real feelings

Love feelings that I'm trying to figure out how to tell him

After the second time we slept together, he came back to my apartment a week later, wanting to talk about what happened

We didn't talk, having sex again

When we were laying down after, I told him I don't want to stop being with him

He was quiet for a few minutes, then said he didn't want to stop either

We agreed we'd continue...whatever this is and we'd only sleep together while this goes on

And I've slept with him so many times over the last six months

It's gotten to the point where we both know what the other likes, we know how to get the other to cum fast or how to make it last long

He mostly comes to my apartment

I've only been to the dorm a few times, him sneaking me in when the guys were gone

I gave him keys to my apartment.

Because of his schedule there's certain times he can come

Sometimes it's while I'm in class, so he stays in my apartment until I get there

Today though I was already in the shower when he got here

I didn't hear my phone go off

I only knew he was here when he came in, his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder

And here we are, with him fucking me from behind against the wall

I mean we talked for a few minutes before we started having sex but we couldn't keep our hands off each other

Hence how I'm up against the wall, taking his massive cock over and over and loving every second of it

"Please for me baby. I want to feel it"

His voice is all it takes and the next plunge in has me coming, leaning against the wall and calling his name

"Good girl", he moans

He's gotten more vocal during sex although he's still the quietest guy I've ever been with

But by now I know how he shows me that it feels good

It's the way he breathes harder, the way his hands tighten on whatever part of my body he's holding, when he closes his eyes and bites his lip

When he kisses me

And when he softly calls my name

He does every time he cums, whispering it, moaning it

Only I can hear it and it makes me feel proud that I can make him feel that way

His cock leaves me and before I can say anything, he spins me to face him, his lips pressed against mine

He bends down, lifting me up easily, my legs moving around his waist as he leans me against the wall

He holds me with one hand on my ass, his other hand moving his cock to me

He knows now to push harder to get in and he does, filling me up inch by inch

Both hands on my ass now, he starts moving again

I've come to realize that Jongho likes to fuck slow

Likes to take his time and really likes to make me cum a lot before he does

He likes to kiss a lot during sex although it doesn't always have to be my lips

He's fine kissing anywhere on my body

Thing is I had no clue I love it this way until him

Yeah I miss it hard and fast sometimes but I absolutely love how I can feel everything so much more this way

And I really like kissing him too

Anywhere on his magnificent body

His so strong and it's a huge turn on

My arms move around his neck, kissing him harder, my tongue against his

His arms move around me, pressing his body against mine, one hand on my ass, pushing me down on his cock as he moves in and out

"Fuck you feel so goddamn good", he whimpers, just as I pulse faster and harder on him

He's continuously pressing against my spot, pure pleasure burning through me

"No baby, you feel so good", I murmur, "So fucking good"

His constant slow movement stretches me out so fucking good, just enough to hug him tightly and I can feel every part of it

Every part of his cock, every part of the thrust

He's completely amazing

"You're so wet princess. So tight for me", he says softly

I fucking love the names he calls me

Its only during sex but it makes me happy

"I want your cum all over me", he whispers in my ear, then kissing my cheek, "I want you to cream my cock so fucking much that it leaks all over"

"Oh god Jonghie", I whimper, tightening on his cock while my legs tighten around his waist

"Baby", he pleads, "Fall apart for me"

He hits my spot, stars blinding me as I fall over the edge again

I press my body as close as I can to him and he doesn't stop moving, fucking me slowly through it

The pleasure just keeps coming and I know he's going to give me another one right away

He's done it many many times before

He turns around, leaning against the wall

"Hold my arms jagi", he whispers, his hands moving to my hips

I sit up as much as I can, one hand on each of his upper arms

He moves me up and down his length a little faster than normal, making me take him all in with each bounce

His arm muscles move and I can feel them bulging, his chest and stomach muscles are tight and wet from the water hitting us

He is moving me ridiculously easily and I'm so fucking turned on

"Fuck Jonghie, you're so fucking strong baby", I praise him, "God it's so hot how strong you are"

He smirks, "Yeah aegi? You like it?"

I nod rapidly, right there again, "Yes Jonghie"

He keeps the smirk on his face, bringing me down on him again, and I yell his name, releasing on him again

"Fuck, Joanne, fuck", he moans quietly and I feel his cock move inside as he cums

"Jonghie", I groan, feeling his warm cum fill me up so fucking good, "Jesus, feels so good when you cum"

"Not...as good as you", he gets out

When he finishes, he turns us back around, pulling out but still holding me

He smiles at me, moving my wet hair out of my face, "How are you so beautiful?"

I blush hard

He always says I'm beautiful and it makes me ridiculously happy and I feel like a dumb school girl with her crush

"How are you so beautiful?", I ask him

Shock enters his eyes, "I'm not"

Now I'm surprised at what he's saying

He has to know that he is

That ATINYS all over the world think he's beautiful

"Yes you are", I tell him, then pull him to me and I kiss him

He kisses me back and I let myself feel it

The love I have for him

All too soon, we pull away

I look at him, water falling down his body, his wet hair back off his face, a small smile on his face, his beautiful brown eyes looking at me

I softly touch his beautiful face, my fingers trailing down his cheek then brushing over his lips

His hand comes up, holding my wrist, kissing my fingers

"I love you", I whisper, finally saying it

His eyes widen instantly, disbelief on his face

I know he may reject me but I don't care

I love him, so much

I'm not afraid anymore and now was the right time to tell him

I was scared when I first realized I love him

I didn't want to be in love, terrified that he would do what Wooyoung did if he knew

That he'd leave

I figured if I never told him then I never had to be worried right?

But every time I see him, the feelings just increased, got deeper and I can't hold it back any longer

I can't pretend I don't love him

I don't want to

And I know he's not Wooyoung

Jongho's not like him

I trust Jongho and I know he won't hurt me

"I love you", he says so softly, it's almost like I didn't hear it

"I love you. So much", I tell him

"I love you so much. I...you're not joking right?", he asks worriedly

Cupping his face, I shake my head

"No Jongho, I'm not joking. I love you. I don't know how it happened or when but I fell in love again. With you"

A huge genuine smile bursts on his face, "I love you so much. You have no idea Jo. You don't know how long I waited for you. I never thought you'd ever love me"

What does that mean?

How long he waited?

"What do you mean Jonghie?"

"I fell in love with you the second I saw you Jo. The second you walked into the dressing room and led us to the room the fan sign was in"

My mouth drops as I take in what he's saying

"Wooyoung liked you when he saw you. He beat me to it and talked to you first. Back then....I was scared to talk to girls. I was trying to get the nerve to talk to you but he got there first. He asked for your number first. Then you two were together and I couldn't say anything. I could only be you're friend and I took that but I never stopped loving you. That day I came to check on you, I really was just coming to see how you were. To make sure you were some semblance of ok."

I nod, "I know Jonghie. I know you didn't come to do what we did"

"I just, I couldn't leave when you were so sad. That's why I stayed when you wanted to sleep. And when we woke up and you kissed me, I was so happy even though I knew it didn't mean anything. That's why I was with you that night even though it didn't mean anything to you"

I shake my head, "It did Jongho. It did. All I could think of was you. That's why I wanted to talk to you. That's why I was with you again and again and again. It did mean something and I fell in love"

"With me", he says softly

I nod, assuring him, "With you"

"Please Jo, tell me you're mine", he asks hopefully

I nod, "Yes Jonghie. And you're mine"

"I always was Jo. Always"

Then he kisses me softly and I'm finally happy again

----------------------------------------------------

"Hard again Jonghie?", I tease

After we made our love confessions, we showered and got out

He let me brush and style his hair

Which I moved back off his face

Then he made me let him brush my hair which I secretly loved and he is surprisingly good at

Clothes were not an option and we've just been laying in my bed, kissing and touching each other

"Well yeah. My girlfriend is hot", he smirks

I snort, "Right, not compared to you"

He rolls his eyes, "Are we on this again?"

I push him on his back, moving on him, straddling him

"Yes we're on this again", I tell him, "Because my boyfriend is fucking sexy. And drop dead beautiful"

"You really think that?", he says, his eyes on mine

I nod, "I really do"

"Why?"

I hate how unsure he is of himself

How he thinks he's nothing special when he really is

Moving my hands I gently touch his chest, "Because you have these muscles"

I move my hands down to his abs, "And these"

I spend a few minutes touching them then slide them up to his arms

"Because you have these. Because you're so strong"

I lean over him, softly touching his face, I continue, "Because you're face is beautiful, your cheeks are adorable, your jaw is strong, your lips are perfect to kiss. Your eyes are beautiful, a deep dark brown I love to get lost in. Your smile is stunning and it makes me so happy."

He looks at me in complete disbelief but I'm not done yet

"Because you are hard working and do everything for your fans. Because you're a great friend to your members. Because you are the sweetest. The kindest. Loving. Caring. Funny. Because you're strong inside just like you are outside.", I tell him, "Because I love you. Even without your muscles, your abs, your physical strength, I love you more than anything and that's not going to ever change."

He looks at me with so much emotion in his eyes, like he didn't know someone could see these things in him

But I see them

I saw them before I fell in love with him, when he was just my friend

"I don't care about those things baby. You having them are a nice surprise but I don't care if you have abs or muscles. Who you are is why I fell in love with you. And that's why you're beautiful Jongho. That's why I love you. Don't ever forget ok?"

He nods, running his fingers in my hair, "I won't aegi. I love you so much"

I smile, "Well I am pretty amazing"

He laughs loudly, "You're more than amazing Jo. You're perfect. You've always been my perfect everything"

I smile, blushing hard again, happy he loves me

He lifts his head, pressing a kiss to my lips

I fall into the kiss, not wanting to be anywhere but right here with him

He rolls us over, moving on top of me, deepening the kiss

His hard on pokes into my leg and I move my hand around him, slowly jerking him off

His breath hitches, a moan escaping

"Still hard?"

He nods

"So sex?"

He nods again, "Sex"

"Be rough Jonghie", I whisper

He looks down at me, his eyebrow flying up

"Rough?"

I nod, "I love the way we have sex Jongho. Like really, I didn't know I'd love it that way"

"You uh didn't with uh-"

"Yes but not much. But it didn't feel as good as it does with you. And I know you can do it that way. I wanna know if you can be rough and wild too"

"I don't want to hurt you. I'm scared I will"

I didn't know that and it's so sweet that he thinks about that

"You won't hurt me Jongho. I trust you baby"

He looks unsure of himself and I decide to drop it

I don't want to force him

We can try another time

"It's ok Jonghie. Don't worry about it", I assure him, "Kiss me"

He doesn't move, looking down at me with a look I can't place

"Jongho?", I call, worried

"Open your legs", he says, his voice deeper

"Uh Jonghie?"

"Open your fucking legs", he growls

I look at him in shock

"You want rough, I'll be rough", he answers, making me dripping wet

Oh my god

"So open your fucking legs before I do and then you'll be sorry"

I immediately open my legs for him, his hands gripping so tightly on my hips

I cry in pleasure as he barrels into me, bottoming out in one stroke

He starts moving almost instantly, not giving me a chance to think, thrusting in and out at a speed I didn't think he could move

Pleasure tidal waves over me as I feel him force me open again and again

I can't clench on him fast enough, that's how fast he's going

My hands move, gripping his arms hard

He pushes my hands off him, grabbing them and slamming them above my head, then holding my wrists in one hand, holding me down

"This is what you want right", he smirks, "You want me to hold you down and fuck your brains out like my you're my personal fuck toy?"

Holy shit

He did a complete 360 from the Jongho that he usually is during sex

It's so fucking hot

"I can do that baby. I can hold you down and fuck this tight cunt, splitting it open on my cock again and again", he growls, "I can throw you around, make you scream until you lose your voice, fuck you're cunt until you're numb"

"Yes Jongho, please, fuck, do it!", I cry

"Look at you, begging like a slut for my cock. You're going to get it baby. I'm going to destroy this pussy"

He puts one of my legs on his shoulder, his cock going in so fucking deep and smashing my spot

My body shakes on its own from the massive pleasure of being hit there

"Found baby's spot", he laughs, "And I'm gonna break it"

He pounds his cock in and out so hard and I can't think anymore

All I can do is feel him, feel his length drag along me, my pussy barely able to throb on him

He's holding my wrists so tightly, a little pain sparking but it mixes with the pleasure, adding to it

I feel my orgasm coming and it's going to be massive

He slams in again and I'm done

"Jongho!", I scream, white blasting in my vision as I release on him

"Yes fuck. Good girl. Gimme all that fucking cream baby"

He doesn't stop, letting go of my hands, hooking his arms under my knees and pushing them towards my chest

He leans over me, fucking me roughly through my orgasm

"You're going to cum again and again until I tell you you can stop"

I just moan, taking him, the pleasure astounding

"Answer me", he demands

"Yes Jongho. I will"

"Damn fucking right"

I'm so close already, pulsing hard on whatever part of his cock I can grip

"Gonna cum already jagi? Pussy throbbing so hard?"

I nod, moaning

"Good"

He thrusts hard a few times and I'm thrown into another orgasm

"Jongho", I moan, feeling so good

"Louder", he demands, "Scream my name"

"Jongho!", I scream, his cock working my spot so hard that another orgasm takes over immediately after the other ends

I can't think, there's nothing in my brain except pleasure, nothing in my vision except him, his chest and stomach muscles tight as he fucks me through my orgasm, sweat all over him

He's everything

When I finish, he pulls out and easily picks me up, throwing me on my hands and knees

He lifts my ass up, shoving his cock back inside

"Oh my god", I whimper, my hands grabbing my sheets tightly

He moves at lightning speed, going in so much deeper from this angle

Pleasure clouds my brain and I can only concentrate on how his hard cock feels inside me

"Love this tight cunt. I can stay inside you all day"

I nod, babbling, "Yes baby, stay. Don't leave"

He laughs, "My little slut wants more?"

"Yes Jongho. Yes", I cry

God I want more

I don't know how but god I do

"You like having your pussy wrecked?"

"Yes Jongho. By you and your huge cock baby. Only by you"

I'm so wet, feeling it leaking around him all over my thighs

It's amazing how he can make me this wet, this horny, wanting only him, wanting to cum so many times

The sound of his skin hitting mine is fucking pretty, his breathing fast

"Baby girl's not going to be able to walk tomorrow when I'm done with you"

That sounds amazing

I didn't know that's something I wanted

He slaps my ass, the sting pleasurable as he demands me to cum

"You're taking too long. I want this pussy coming now"

He spreads my legs more, the force at which he's fucking me makes me move up the bed and I hold my hands out so I don't hit my head on the headboard

The speed, force and angle has me in pure bliss and I'm blinded as I'm thrown over the edge, screaming wordlessly

"Yes baby, fuck this cunt is amazing", he chokes out, "You're cream looks so fucking good on my cock baby. God it's so much"

I feel his hand on the back of my neck and he shoves me down, holding me in place, jackhammering his cock in and out as I cum

I hear a thudding sound and I realize that it's my bed slamming hard against the wall

That sound is fucking heaven because he's giving it to me that good that the bed is moving

"Need another", he demands

I don't know how I'm able to take more of him, how my pussy is able to take more

Want more

But I do

His head smashes my spot repeatedly and I lose it again, screaming, my body shaking, pure ecstasy seizing my body as I cum around his perfect cock

He keeps his cock fully inside, letting me ride it out on him

"Feels so good baby girl", he chokes

Yes it does feel fucking good

When I finish he tells me, "Let's go baby. Fuck my cock. Make me cum"

I immediately move back and forth on him, taking him easily because I'm so fucking drenched

"That's it baby. Go faster. Impale that tight cunt on my cock", he urges, spurring me to move faster like he wants

I take him deeper, his head smashing my spot, my ass slamming against his hips, bottoming him out with every stroke

"Fuck, you're so pretty fucking me desperately. I love watching this hole open for me, these pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

My god his words are adding to the mind blowing pleasure I'm feeling

"My creamy cunt soaking me. I love watching you baby"

My arms are shaking, I'm sweating so much but I won't stop until he cums

Even if I cum, which is likely going to happen, I'm not stopping

I want him to feel as amazing as I am

"Tired baby?", he teases

I nod

"Wanna stop?"

I shake my head, "No Jonghie. Want you to cum"

"Oh do you?"

"Yes baby, want your cum inside me"

He laughs, "This cunt loves my cum huh?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes baby. I want it in me all the time. I love being full of your cum"

"Shit", he groans

I'm not lying, I love feeling his cum inside

I love feeling full of him, knowing it's his cum leaking out of me

"I need you to cum", he pants, "You're so close"

"But-"

"No baby, I need your orgasm to cum. I need to feel it. It makes me cum"

Oh god that's amazing

"Please cum", he pleads

The next move has me doing just that, screaming his name in pure bliss as he sheathes his cock inside me

I feel him twitch as his warm cum fills me up, him yelling my name

When we both finish, he pulls out and we both collapse on the bed

I close my thighs, feeling his cum dripping out

His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against him, my back against his chest

"Guess that shower was for nothing. We're sweaty again", he murmurs, kiss my shoulder

My skin trembles against his lips and he laughs softly, "My jagi's sensitive?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"I like that", he teases, his fingers moving across my stomach, sending shivers along my skin

"Jonghie", I whine playfully while he laughs, burying his face in the back of my neck

We lay together in comfortable silence for a little and I love being in his arms

All too soon, he says, "Princess, I have to go"

"Already?", I ask disappointed

I know he can't stay because no one knows about us

We agreed to keep us a secret for awhile especially because of Wooyoung

So he can't sleep over, I can't sleep at the dorm and he has to leave after an hour or two

Today was an exception that he stayed longer than normal

It was a day off and he told the guys he was going to do some errands or something so they wouldn't be suspicious

"Yeah jagi. I don't want to go. I want to stay with you"

I turn around to face him, "I know baby. It's ok. I know you can't stay. Don't worry about it ok?"

He nods, "It's only for a little bit ok?"

I nod

I know

I'm not going to rush him to do or say anything about us

I know it can throw off the dynamics of the group because of Wooyoung

I kiss him softly, loving the feel of his lips against mine

After, we both get up, him getting dressed, me putting on PJs

I walk him to the door, so not wanting him to go but refusing to make him feel bad about it

He leans down brushing his lips against mine

"I love you", he whispers

"I love you", I answer softly

He smiles, kisses me deeply again, then he's gone

I sigh, going to the living room and plopping down on my couch, remote in my hand

I put on a movie I've already seen a few times to get my mind off of him being gone

I don't have the attention span to process a new movie right now

A little while later, I get a text message from Jongho

"I miss you jagi"

I smile to myself and tell him I miss him too, then turn back to the movie, feeling better

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Part Six of the Signs of a Lifetime Series

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC / fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings/Tags: language, hurt/comfort, confessing feelings!!, mild violence, minor descriptions of blood

A/N: thank you for reading! more smut is on the way for these two i promise ♡

entire work is on AO3 if you want to show some love there!

Chapter Summary:

The aftermath of her and Mando's last conversation has Alya reeling. Months later, she's in trouble, and the last person she expected to see again shows up at just the right time, leading to Mando and Alya's feelings for each other coming to a head.

Alya ran through the dense expanse of trees surrounding her, one hand holding her blaster and the other attempting to stop the blood coming out from her side. She could feel the warmth of the blood starting to soak her sleeve where a blaster shot had grazed her there as well.

“Fuckers,” Alya growled, continuing her chase, adrenaline pumping through her and allowing her to run this quickly, despite her new injuries. She could see bits and pieces fleeting through the trees of several of the assholes who had ambushed her, including her quarry - a flash of clothing here, a few blaster shots that completely missed her. She shot a few of her own, but she was too far away, too panicked - the element of surprise had been on their side, and she missed each one. At the least she had them running since she’s put up a hell of a fight already, but she was quickly running out of steam.

“Come on, Alya, come on,” she urged herself, picking up speed. Finally, she caught up close enough to one of them, aiming her blaster at his legs and shooting. It barely grazed him, and she cursed as she saw him going in for retaliation, lifting his own blaster and shooting back. Alya quickly stumbled, then fell to the ground, rolling slightly, caking dirt onto her knees, arms, and hands as the beam of —- hit her leg. She cried out, not loud enough for her new enemy to hear, and she stayed down. Anger pulsed through her as she realized this wasn’t a fight she could win, quickly turning to a desperate, hopeless feeling as she took stock of her injuries. Alya had barely noticed the many scrapes and cuts from the forest’s brush, let alone just how deep the blaster wound on her side was. Blood was coming out at an alarming rate, and she knew it wasn’t an option to continue this battle she’d found herself in.

Alya stood up carefully, now feeling the full weight of her new injuries as the adrenaline wore off just enough to bring her back down to earth. She stumbled, limping on her wounded leg, trying to reorient herself to which direction she had come in.

“Sh-shit,” she stuttered, her teeth chattering as her body shook - she wasn’t certain which direction she had come from, but she had to follow her gut. She just needed to make it back to her ship, close the wounds, and then plan how to get back at these fuckers. That didn’t include figuring out how she was going to fix her ship to get off the planet afterwards, but she’d tackle that problem when the time came. Everything hurt like hell, and each step became increasingly more difficult as she knew she had lost a good amount of blood. She couldn’t tell if the moisture she felt on her face was blood or tears coming down involuntarily. Had she been crying? She used the back of her hand holding the blaster to try to wipe her face, and saw what looked like a mixture of both.

The sun was starting to go down - she knew her time was limited to get back to her ship before it was too dark to see. The forest was thick and overgrown, roots twisting up out of the ground just asking to trip her every step. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, panic threatening to rise up. She cursed herself for breaking one of her rules, which was to never lose sight of her surroundings, and in her rage filled panic chasing this quarry and his crew, she had somehow lost her way. Alya admitted to herself that this has been happening more frequently, that she was losing control, taking unnecessary risks, putting herself in more danger than ever. She stopped for a moment to take a shaky, steadying breath, and in that silence she heard a branch snap somewhere nearby. Her body stiffened, ears on high alert while her eyes scanned her surroundings but saw nothing. She waited a moment, and the eerie silence of the woods had returned. She began walking again - this time faster, as fast as her broken down body could take her.

Another snap, and Alya held her blaster up at the ready, continuing to walk as she swept her arm side to side, looking for a target. Something was emerging on her left from the growing darkness in the trees and she whipped her blaster in that direction. Her heart was in her throat - she was surely dead, there was no way she had it in her for another fight.

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Four Months Earlier

Alya flew through space slowly, in silence, as she had for… Maker, she’d honestly lost count of the days. It didn’t matter anyways, she thought to herself, sitting back in her pilot’s chair, staring out the window of her cockpit as the endless black dotted with stars passed by. She wasn’t typically one to wallow in self-pity - with everything that she’d been through, she got tired of pitying herself relatively early in life. She’d gotten into a habit of enduring everything and acting like none of it really mattered or bothered her until she actually believed it. She let it turn into a coldness to the world, a hard anger that kept everyone away from her the way she’d wanted. But this time felt different - she was having a hard time moving on to the phase where she stopped caring.

Several nights ago Mando had said those words that she was hearing constantly echo through her mind since then.

I don’t think we should be calling each other like this anymore.

Alya wracked her brain, ruminating over every interpretation of it until she felt like she could go crazy, until each word in that sentence didn’t even sound like a word anymore. She had really lost it, hadn’t she? Maybe he really did mean it - Mando had never not been true to his word, he was a man of morals, of a code, so to make a decision like that… it seemed so final. Alya poured over that final conversation, trying to figure out what she’d done wrong, what had pushed him away.

Had she been too enthralled, too passionate? Mando had seemed to match her enthusiasm the entire time, never indicating that it was going too far for him. Maybe they were talking too much, and he needed a break from her. Or maybe was like her, and afraid of the closeness they were building with each conversation. And maybe… she thought with a heaviness filling her chest, he simply just didn’t feel the way about her that she had thought. She had built up this image of their relationship over the months, thinking that while they were friends, it was this hard for both of them to try to keep things less complicated. It was fully possible that telling her those words was as easy and natural to him as putting on his armor in the morning. Those thoughts threatened to crush her completely, leaving her unable to leave that conversation, despite coming no closer to a conclusion on any of the reasoning behind his final words to her.

She was hurting, and this hurt wasn’t anything like she was used to. She was trying to play the apathy card, but could only fool herself for so long. The past few months had changed her life dramatically, and that sudden change, that unexpected joy that had been Mando coming into her life had gone in an instant, leaving her… empty. Alya reached and reached and couldn’t find a better word for it, so she went with simply empty, as she sat motionless in her cockpit again, one hand on the communicator. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to try and send a commlink message to Mando the last few days, and knew she wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to in any of the coming ones, either. This was as close as she could get to him now, feeling the remnants of those last moments they shared together as if they could jump out of her communicator and bring him back to her. She slowly, reluctantly pulled her hand away, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time she did this.

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Six Weeks Earlier

Alya needed something to do, something to distract her, and that was how she ended up back on course for Nevarro to pick up some new bounty pucks courtesy of the Guild. She’d been unmotivated, slow on her work lately, and found herself running lower on credits than she would’ve liked. The job market had also not been in her favor, with the Guild having a slower influx of new bounties coming in these last weeks. She was hoping any quarries she could pick up would be a bigger payout, and she was more than willing to take the risks associated with a job like that. Before leaving her ship, Alya passed the mirror in her refresher, catching her reflection and staring for a few moments. The dark circles under her eyes accurately depicted the sleepless nights she’d spent battling her running thoughts and nightmares alike. Her hair had become overgrown, the waves cascading down her shoulders and back looking more unruly than usual. She looked as dull as she felt, she thought, rubbing her eyes and quickly turning away, stepping out into the bright daylight on Nevarro.

Greef Karga was seated in the cantina, already ready to talk business with anyone in the Guild who needed him. Alya walked in, eyes down, and approached the empty seat across from Greef.

“Ah, Alya, good to see you, what’ve you got for me?” Greef said genially, leaning forward on the table as she sat down. Alya pulled the two long overdue pucks from her pocket and placed them on the table and slid them across to him. Greef eyed her curiously, as she’d been silent throughout their interaction thus far - it wasn’t completely unusual for Alya to be the less talkative one, but she knew the energy she was radiating these days was downright abysmal. She had a steady, simmering anger that was just under the surface, and she knew that she wasn’t hiding it well.

Greef produced a handful of credits, placing them on the table. It was barely enough, she thought to herself. She started mentally plotting ways to save fuel in the meantime, until she could find a job with a bigger payout. The pressure of those thoughts mounted more quickly than usual, as most things did lately - she felt like she could explode at the most minor things, and not having fuel wasn’t minor for her. Alya quickly tried to tuck away the looming anxiety of her financial state and look for a solution.

“I need work. Something with good pay,” Alya said simply as she pulled the credits towards her, cutting right to the chase.

“No Mando with you today?” Greef asked with a smug grin that Alya didn’t return in the slightest as she sat blinking at him, unsure of how to reply. She knew that Greef wasn’t aware of her history with Mando that now plagued her mind, her waking moments and sleeping ones too. He was trying to lighten Alya’s clearly awful mood with his chatter, but she didn’t need another reminder of him. “Just saw him a few weeks ago, you know. Seemed to be just as grouchy as you are today,” Greef added with his typical jesting tone. Alya tried not to let it show, but she knew a look of surprise and intrigue had flashed across her face, her eyes quickly darting from their cold stare as she processed his comment. She tried not to immediately become overrun with the thoughts that threatened to burst into her mind, analyzing what Greef had said about Mando.

“The pucks?” Alya asked, putting on an unimpressed smile and raising her eyebrows at him.

“Alright, fine, no small talk today then. Look,” Greef replied, his face becoming more serious as he leaned closer across the table, “This is all I have for right now. It’s a big one - multiple avoidances of hearings, bail jumping, the works.” He pulled out a tracking fob and puck, placed it on the table and it lit up, a tiny hologram of the quarry's face staring back at Alya now. She quickly grabbed the items, getting ready to stand up.

“It’s far. Kashyyyk,” Greef added, as if that could deter her.

“Perfect,” Alya said, sliding out of the seat, ready to get the hell away from all the places that reminded her of Mando. She turned to face Greef one more time, knowing that despite her sour mood she could still at least try to be polite. “Thank you,” she told him, trying to smile again but finding it coming out half-hearted. Greef smiled back, despite the concerned look on his face, watching as she walked out of the cantina, her head held slightly higher than when she came in.

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Present Day

The figure emerged from the trees, quickly coming towards her. “Alya,” they said, “It’s me, it’s me.” Her bleary eyes focused and she saw before her the only person that she wanted to see. She lowered her blaster, her mouth hanging open and eyes wide with shock.

“M- Mando…?” she choked out, feeling dizzy. If she wasn’t on the verge of passing out, she thought she might be angry to see him. This couldn’t be real, Alya thought. She had lost too much blood and was hallucinating. She fell to her knees, and Mando rushed over and crouched down next to her.

“Who did this to you,” he growled, and she could feel the deadly tension radiating off of him. He wanted to hurt someone, and badly.

“Fucking… quarry… had friends,” she grimaced, trying to get the words out. Mando let out another grumble of anger in response as his eyes scanned her and their surroundings, assessing the situation

“You’re in a bad way, let me help you,” he said, softening his voice and trying to reign in his anger. She nodded, unable to do much else, and he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her head onto his chest and he rubbed her back soothingly but carefully, unsure if she was hurt there. The feeling of Mando’s chest, the cold armor, the familiar fabric of his shirt, the smell of him, all cut through the current cloudiness in her mind. She still didn’t know if any of this was real, but it felt so right.

“Come on, we have to go. I need to get you fixed up.” He took her under the arms and pulled her up to her feet. She winced in pain from her blaster wounds and leaned into him as he helped her walk. They didn’t get far before she was stumbling over almost every step, complete exhaustion overtaking her along with the pain. Mando stopped her and turned to face her.

“Will you let me carry you?” His voice was strained with concern for her, his hands clearly itching to move towards her, to hold her.

Alya tried to protest - she absolutely despised the feeling of needing anybody to help her. “No, no, I can -“ she started to say, before Mando quickly placed his arm under her knees and swooped her up, supporting her upper back in his other arm. She yelped as a searing pain shot through her in several spots from the sudden movement.

“Wasn’t really a question, sorry freckles,” Mando apologized, beginning to walk quickly through the forest. “Just try to relax as much as you can, we’ll be there soon.”

Alya obeyed, burying her head into his chest. She tried not to whimper from the pain and lingering fear from what she had been through today. She was safe with Mando, she reminded herself, and that made the tears come even quicker.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispered, rubbing her back with his thumb as he held her. He continued murmuring quiet comforts in her ear the rest of the way back every time she felt another sob threaten to come out. She mainly kept her head buried in his chest, ignoring their surroundings - she couldn't say how long they even walked for.

She finally lifted her head to look around as Mando slowed down and she saw them approaching the Razor Crest. Relief flooded her - it felt like coming home, even though she had only been inside his ship twice. Mando hurried them in and laid her down gently on his cot, which was pulled out from the alcove it was stored in. It still hurt like hell, even if he was trying his best not to jostle her. He rummaged hurriedly through a cabinet across the room and pulled out a medical kit.

“This is… going to hurt. Do whatever you need to do - scream, yell, grab me, kick me - the last one isn’t preferable but…” he said, bringing over tools, gauze, and bacta spray. She instantly recognized the cauterizing tool and winced audibly. “You’ve got this. I’m going to take care of you, Alya,” Mando said with his gaze locked on her fearful expression, his tone confident and unafraid.

Alya took a deep breath and nodded, closing her eyes. Consciousness had been threatening on and off to leave her, and closing her eyes right now wasn’t helping. “Alright, just do it,” she finally said weakly, letting out a shaky breath.

Mando started on her side, the deepest wound. He sucked in his breath when he lifted her shirt enough to see how bad the wound was. It was still actively bleeding, immediately soaking the gauze that he placed there. He brought over a wet cloth and tried continuing to clean around the gash before getting to work. This wasn’t the first experience Alya had with a cauterizer, but she had forgotten just how much it hurt.

She curled her fists up so tight it ached, every muscle in her body tensing and screaming at her as the searing hot pain of the cauterizer slowly closed the wound. She ground her teeth together and tried not to yell, but found a pained groan escaping her lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she repeated through her gritted teeth, her body instinctively trying to curl up with the pain. Her arm reached out and she grabbed at Mando, balling the fabric of his shirt into her fist now. Warm tears slid down her face without her even realizing she had started to cry again.

“Almost there…” Mando mumbled, concentrating hard. In one quick moment, the pain subsided, replaced by a duller ache from the wound and raw skin. Realizing she had been holding her breath, Alya breathed out long and slow, trying to relax her rigid muscles. Mando then applied the bacta spray, which she was grateful would help her heal much faster than normal.

“Two more to go. Do you want a break?” Mando asked.

“No… just… keep going.” Alya laid back, a layer of sweat, tears, and blood now covering her face, and closed her eyes again. She wanted to give up - today had utterly defeated her, and Mando felt like the only thing she could hold on to to keep herself from sinking right now. She suddenly felt gloved hands on either side of her face and peeked her eyes open. Mando’s helmeted head was looking down at her, and she could feel his intense, worried stare through the visor.

“You’re doing great,” he assured her before removing his hands and picking up the cauterizer again. The next minutes were a blur of going in and out of consciousness - Mando cleaning her wounds, cauterizing them, and bandaging her up. She would slip and fade away only to be brought right back by the fierce pain of Mando closing up another part of the wound. She held onto his free arm for most of it, and he allowed her to grab on as tightly as she needed, digging her nails into him.

“All done,” he finally said, setting down the cauterizer. Alya acknowledged him with a grumble and felt herself unable to open her eyes, feeling a complete exhaustion overcoming her.

“Just need to take care of getting a bandage on your face.”

“My face?” Alya grumbled, not even recalling that she’d gotten an injury there, nor having much energy to care right now. She waved a hand weakly as if to say “go ahead” to Mando.

“Looks like a blaster graze or something,” he replied as he looked closer at her right cheek. He dabbed at it gently with the wet cloth, and Alya winced slightly, inhaling quickly at the stinging but didn’t move.

“Is it bad? Am I gonna be ugly now?” she slurred, half whining, beginning to feel even more loopy from all the pain and exhaustion. Mando couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at her question.

“Never,” he said with such conviction that Alya tried to open her eyes to look at him. She blinked heavily and slowly, seeing that he was close by, sitting on the edge of the bed near her head, still dabbing the cloth along her cheekbone. She wished she could see his face, see the look he was giving her, but she settled on interpreting the tilt of his head as he put some bacta spray and a bandage onto the wound.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself, just get some rest,” Mando said, stroking her hair for a few beats as Alya’s eyes fluttered, not wanting to lose sight of him. Before she could even protest, she slipped out of consciousness, relief coursing through her that it was all over.

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Alya couldn’t be sure how many hours, or even days later she opened her eyes again. Her whole body ached, feeling stiff and bruised from the inside out. She laid there, staring at the ceiling with heavy eyes for a few moments, not wanting to sit up and feel the pain she knew would come. The bacta spray had helped monumentally - she knew she could feel much worse than this. She tried to recount as much as she could of what had happened before she lost consciousness, leading her to remember where she was, and that Mando had not been some blood loss induced fantasy of hers. He had saved her… but how? How did he know where to find her? Or that she was even in trouble? Her heart ached at how well he’d cared and been there for her in one of her darkest times.

She slowly propped herself up on her elbows and looked around, breathing through the waves of pain. She saw Mando, sitting on the floor across the room, his body propped up against the wall behind him, legs splayed out in front of him. He didn’t react, so Alya figured he must be asleep. She quietly scooted her way off the bed, trying not to wake him, and sat on the edge of the cot, glancing around. Her mouth felt desert dry - she needed to find some water. Dizziness threatened to overcome her as she stood up - how long had it been since she’d eaten? She kept her hand anchored on the wall to shuffle her way to the small bathroom where she hoped there would be a sink to drink from.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mando’s voice suddenly came from behind her. She froze and slowly turned around to look in his direction.

“I’m thirsty,” Alya replied plainly, continuing her walk to the bathroom.

Mando got to his feet, grunting with the stiffness of sitting on the floor for so long, and quickly made his way over to her.

“Not so fast,” he said, gripping her arms and guiding her back to the bed. She obeyed and sat back down, watching as Mando grabbed a canteen from across the room and brought it over to her.

“I’m not sure this is what I’d call fast,” Alya said dryly.

“Joking already? There’s the girl I know,” Mando’s voice filled with amusement. She drank hastily, not able to get the water down fast enough. Once she’d had more than enough to drink, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set the canteen aside, then turned to Mando.

“Thank you for helping me. I'm still not fully convinced this isn’t some dream or hallucination, but thank you.”

Mando chuckled slightly, then sat down on the bed next to her and took her hands in his and squeezed them. “See? I’m really here,” he reassured her.

“But how…?” Alya’s concerned eyes searched his helmeted face for answers.

“Greef had mentioned that you hadn’t been by in your usual time to make any drops, and even several weeks past that. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I pressed him for information about your current jobs so I could just check in. I didn’t expect to find…” his voice wavered slightly, “I’m just glad I came.”

“I guess I’m one of the few lucky ones on the receiving end of you being so good at hunting people down,” Alya said, lazily resting her head on his shoulder in her utter exhaustion.

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asked, reaching his hand up to cup the other side of her face that wasn’t on his shoulder.

Alya sighed. “I had it on good authority that my quarry was here. I did a bit of surveillance and it seemed like he was mostly alone. A few people came and went but I didn’t know he had a whole fucking crew of guys ready to fight. Must have been paying them pretty well to be out in the middle of nowhere like this. They must have caught wind of who I was, or something, because they ambushed me completely. I tried chasing them down to give them a piece of my mind, but there were too many… they left me to die without realizing their aim is pretty shit. On top of that, my ship… something short circuited or something, I don’t know, it’s an old junky vessel - has problems all the time. I’ve never seen or fixed anything like this issue before, so I’ve been stuck here. And now here we are,” she held out her palms as if to gesture to her current surroundings.

Mando had listened intently as she recounted her hectic days on Kashyyyk, but didn’t respond. She could feel him tensing up - he had dropped his hand from her face and sat up straighter as his fists curled up at his sides. He slowly stood up, walked across the room to his armory on the wall and began loading up his blaster belt and rifle onto his back.

“Wh- what are you doing?” she tentatively asked him, even though deep down, she already knew the answer.

“I’ve got something to take care of. Just get some more rest, you need it,” he replied, not looking in her direction as he stood next to the door to the hull, opening it.

“Mando, you don’t have to-“ Alya felt panic rising, knowing what he’d be walking into. He was certainly capable, but she’d also thought she was before facing them. She couldn’t have him getting injured or worse because of her.

“I do. It’s the only thing I can do right now,” he said, his tone now cold and lethal - his hunting voice, Alya realized.

“Please… I can come with you, I can help -” Alya begged, before Mando faced her and cut her off with a raise of his hand.

“Rest. I don’t want to hear another word about it.” There was a quality to his voice now that urged her to listen, to obey. So she did. Alya laid back down on the bed as she heard Mando leave and close the door to the ship behind him. She was exhausted, far too exhausted to lay awake worrying about Mando right now. Her entire body began to fill with a tingling warmth that she couldn’t quite describe as she thought about how deadly he had sounded, how transfixed on his mission. And it had all been… for her. He was doing it for her.

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Alya stirred from a sudden noise and awoke to a dark room. The sound of the ramp closing back on the ship filled the space and she sat up and moved to the edge of the bed again.

“Mando?” she called out tentatively. A dim light flicked on and she saw Mando walking in, looking slightly more haggard but still in one piece. She sighed in relief, although she had never doubted he’d make it back to her. He set his pulse rifle against the wall and opened the armory on the wall back up, hanging one of his blasters before closing it. He was carrying a satchel that he brought over and set on the bed next to her.

“I brought some of your things - a change of clothes, that kind of thing” he said tiredly, and seeing her confused reaction he continued, “I found your ship. I can track footsteps, remember?” He pointed to his helmet, which Alya now recalled had that technology.

“Oh… that’s very thoughtful, thank you,” she held the bag on her lap, rifling through the contents. He had brought a simple gray linen tunic and matching pants with fresh socks and underwear. She smiled at the idea of him thoughtfully picking out this comfortable ensemble for her.

“You should eat something,” he said, pulling out an instant instant bread packet and beginning to prepare it for her with warm water. “I… have a shower if you want to use that. I’m sure it will help you feel better,” he suggested.

“Yeah, uh, that would be nice. Can’t even imagine how I look right now… and smell,” she made a disgusted face at the thought of all the dried blood and dirt that was currently still stuck on her.

“Alright, let’s go then, you dirty girl,” he teased, helping pull her up. She shoved him, poking a finger hard on his arm in retaliation as he walked her over to the bathroom, keeping a close eye to make sure she was steady on her feet.

“I’ll leave this here,” Mando said, setting the bread and a few other snacks on the bed for her, including her favorite, dried fruit. She wondered if it was a coincidence or if Mando had noticed that when they were on Tatooine together. “I’ll be up there, in the cockpit,” he pointed to the small ladder and hatch just across the room. “Just take your time, you’ll know where to find me,” Mando said, turning around and climbing up to the hatch to give her some privacy.

Alya studied herself in the mirror for a few moments when she got inside the refresher. It was small and cramped, but did the job - she almost was able to laugh thinking of Mando’s large form attempting to do anything in here. She touched gently at a small bandage Mando had put on the cut on her face - a straight line right at the top of her cheekbone. She looked like hell, she thought, even with the cleaning up of her scrapes and wounds that Mando had tried to do for her.

The shower felt like heaven after the initial sting of the hot water on her still fresh cuts wore away. She inspected her wounds, and they already looked so much better after the bacta spray had done its magic. She watched the dirt and blood circle down the drain and she scrubbed her body, her hair, every inch of her needed to be clean from these hellish few days.

As the water continued to pelt into her, she reflected, still reeling from Mando’s sudden arrival. They hadn’t spoken for months after Mando had abruptly left their last commlink call, and she’d spent that time intensely grieving their friendship, what could have been between them. She had thrown herself into her work, doing everything she could to forget him, but could never stop finding herself at her ship’s communicator, wanting to reach out to him. The self doubt he’d planted from their final conversation was lingering too heavily, letting her believe that she’d done something wrong, that what she feared really was true - she was simply unlovable. Why had she expected Mando to stay when everyone else in her life had done the opposite?

But now things had been completely turned upside down - he had saved her life the other day, hadn’t he? He had shown up for her when she needed him the most, so maybe they could go back to how things were, she thought with hope building in her as she dried off and got dressed. She quickly ate the food Mando had left for her, realizing how starving she had been by the speed at which she consumed everything in front of her. She found her way up to the cockpit to see Mando sitting there, fiddling with some project on the dashboard of the ship.

“Good as new,” she said, announcing her presence to him with her hands on her hips.

He turned around to face her, and Alya noticed his helmet dip down slightly and then come back up again, giving her a once over as he studied her flushed skin and damp hair hanging over her shoulders and back. “How are you feeling?” Mando asked.

“That bacta spray works miracles, so I’d say pretty damn good. Thank you again - for saving my life, for the shower, the food, for… whatever it is you did today. Can I ask…?” She approached slowly, then sat gingerly on the armrest of the copilot's chair.

“They got what they deserved.” He didn’t elaborate any further, so Alya just nodded.

“And maybe more, knowing you,” she smirked a little bit. He let out a wry chuckle, confirming her suspicions.

Alya suddenly felt the weight of his presence again after all these months. She’d been stuck in survival mode since he had saved her, and now in the wake of the comedown of that, she realized they were alone again. Together again. She had so many questions to ask him, but couldn’t find the words now that she looked him over properly and found that all she could do was melt, her heart feeling ready to burst with the care she had for the man in front of her. Why she hadn’t just immediately chewed him out for the end to their last conversation, she couldn’t say.

“I… missed you. A lot…” Alya said sheepishly, instead of all the angry, frustrated comments she had wanted to say to him for months.

“Make that two of us,” Mando replied, beginning to match her shy energy.

“You missed me?” Alya’s face lit up a bit. Maybe she had been wrong about him, maybe he had a good reason for their lack of communication these last four months. Maybe… she hoped silently to herself.

“What a ridiculous question…” he replied with a small, exasperated noise. She continued to look at him expectantly, so he sincerely said, “Of course I did.” Alya looked down at the floor, unable to bear looking at him after that blatant admittance of care. Quiet filled the room for a few moments before Mando slowly got up and drew closer to her.

“Alya…” he said, and her heartbeat picked up in her chest. Her hands suddenly felt clammy at the way he had said her name, and she felt the urge to avoid looking at the visor where she knew his eyes were intently watching her as she got ever closer to her. “When I saw you out there, when I didn’t know how bad or good it was, or what had happened to you, I just snapped. I can’t,” he spoke, sounding exhausted. “I can’t be friends with you. I never could, and I’ll never be able to.”

“Mando, I… I can go, then. I don’t have to be here, I can…” she stuttered an automatic response, trying to avoid everything as a low roaring filled her ears and she tried not to panic. What was he saying? Fuck, she knew what he was saying but…

“No, Alya. You know what I mean. I can’t be your friend because I’ll never be able to stop… this.” He took another step closer to her, and Alya rose from the arm of the chair to meet him. He gently put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She leaned her weight into him, a silent signal that she returned his desire.

“Why… why did you cut me off… if that’s how you feel?” She finally got the courage to ask, and she gazed with wide, pleading eyes up at the visor on his helmet, wishing she could see the way he was looking back at her. “I’ve been… miserable. Maker, it sounds so stupid to admit, but I was. I questioned everything, I felt like giving up, Mando. I… just fucking missed you,” she confessed, feeling some of the anger now rising to the surface as she rambled.

“Alya, I… the way I feel is exactly why I had to cut you off.” He gently leaned his head onto hers, pulling her closer. “I wanted to give you what I thought you wanted - to not get involved. I knew if we kept talking, kept seeing each other… there was no turning back for me. I broke that promise to myself because somewhere inside I knew… you were in trouble. I didn’t realize you felt like that, I would have never done that to you if I knew you’d be so hurt. I thought… you might not care.” His tone was so quiet and controlled, but Alya knew he was holding back - she could practically feel the energy buzzing off of him.

“Mando… of course I care. I- I don’t want that… anymore. I realized that I want… more,” she managed to admit, not able to find any more words as she was feeling completely undone by the way he was so close to her, pressing his body against hers. His strong hands were gripping her waist, sliding around to her back as she spoke those words to him. All the months of thinking about this moment of them seeing each other again, all its possibilities, and the real thing was already beyond anything she could have imagined. “I need to be part of your life,” she added quietly, feeling unsure of her words being out there in such finality, but needing to speak them in case she never got the chance to again.

“You… you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me,” he said, his head now close to her ear. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed lightly. Hearing him echo the same words she had thought to herself about him for months on end gave her a wave of relief and turned her the fuck on. He wanted her, and she wanted him, Alya realized. Why was there any use pretending otherwise anymore when they could have everything and more?

“Tell me then, what have I been doing to you?” Alya touched his arms and slowly traced her hands down them, feeling the metal of his vambraces and some of the cloth material peeking out in parts. He shuddered, and she looked up at him with her best innocent look, knowing full well what he was implying.

“Driving me crazy - I can’t get your beautiful face out of my mind. Your laugh. Just being near you. Everything. Can’t get the feeling of you out of my mind… the way you felt so perfect on my cock,” he hummed a low moan into her ear and pressed his hips into her even more. His words were spilling out, his tone insatiably hungry, unable to help it after all of this time of being tortured by these thoughts.

“Fuck, Mando,” she said, practically breathless after his confession, feeling tears threatening to fill her eyes with the emotion of this moment. “I never knew if I’d get to see you again, be able to feel you again.”

“You… thought about me too…” he said, half a question and half him continuing to realize that she shared his exact sentiments, a concept he seemed to have not believed possible until now.

“Of course I did, you have no idea,” she tilted her head up and placed a light kiss on his helmet. “I could barely do my fucking job, could barely live without you, you bastard.”

Her words seemed to ignite something even further in him as his hands slid lower and squeezed her ass tightly. He buried the helmet close to her neck, breathing harder now. “I need to taste you, fuck you, be with you. Make you happy. You’re all I can think about,” he said, his voice as low and seductive as ever, rumbling right next to her ear.

“Do it then,” she dared him, knowing there was no turning back from this moment. A strange, anxious feeling mixed with desire arose in Alya’s body and she suddenly had no idea what to do next now that she had decided to completely give in to this. Mando decided for both of them and slowly backed her into the wall, placing his hands on either side of her. His hands moved to her shoulders, and then moved down her arms, finally reaching the bottom of her shirt. He snaked his hands under the fabric, reaching around to her bare back. Her breathing hitched at the sudden touch on her bare skin, but she realized it was missing something.

“Take your gloves off,” she commanded. He held his hands up obediently and offered them to her. She pulled the gloves off, finger by finger, truly seeing this one bit of his skin for the first time. Their initial meeting in the alley had been dark, quick, and completely head spinning, so she hadn’t stopped to appreciate the showing of bare skin enough then.

His hands quickly went back into her shirt, pulling it up more and more, hungrily touching her skin. He pulled it over her head, revealing her breasts and he took them in. “So perfect,” Alya thought she heard him murmur to himself before he started tracing his now bare fingers on the skin there - she inhaled sharply and arched into him as his fingers gently rolled her nipples, eagerly watching her reactions to him touching her. She wanted more and more of him so much that she could barely stand it already. She tried to return the favor, by touching any part of him she could, but there was so much damn armor in the way, she thought with annoyance.

“Can I…” she said, breathless, pulling slightly on one of the pauldrons on his shoulder. “Not the face, just… I need to feel more of you.”

“I want you to watch,” he replied, taking a step back, putting enough room in between them that he could start to remove his armor. She stood, her top half entirely exposed to him as he watched her watch him take off his armor, piece by piece. With more of him uncovered, she could more clearly see his arousal pushing against the pants he wore underneath all of the metal. Her eyes lingered there for a beat too long, and she could tell that Mando noticed.

“We’ll get to that, impatient girl,” he said with a low, devilish voice. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he was making her, so as he continued to remove the armor, she slowly put her hand on her waistband and let her hand slip underneath, touching herself. She breathed in sharply and moaned slightly at the touch in her intensely aroused state.

Mando froze. “What are you doing…?” His tone was dark, warning her, and it turned her on even more.

“Enjoying the show,” Alya purred, giving him a smirk as she continued, her hips moving slightly with her hand now as she stroked her clit. “By the time you’re finished with that, I might not need you anymore,” she teased, her voice flowing with an alluring drawl.

She heard Mando let out an irritated grunt of disapproval as he sped up removing the armor. Alya felt an intense satisfaction at making this composed, hard-ass bounty hunter squirm a bit. The last piece of armor clanged to the floor with the exception of his helmet, and he quickly but gracefully grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand out of her pants and deftly replacing it with his own all in what felt like one swift move. She cried out at the feeling of him finally touching her where she wanted, the comparison between his rough fingers and hers so clear as he gently rubbed her clit, feeling how wet she already was.

“So ready for me…” he murmured, sliding his fingers through her folds and teasing her entrance with one of them. She let out a small whimper when he pulled his finger back instead of pushing it deep inside her where she wanted it most. Just as she thought she might go crazy, her body squirming under his, Mando stopped and pulled his hand out, kneeling before her and beginning to undo the buttons of her pants.

“I need to taste you or I’ll go crazy,” he murmured against her thigh.

“Please, Mando,” she begged, feeling so out of it with desire that she'd do anything in this moment for him. She hadn’t even thought of the large, beskar obstacle in their way.

“You want me to taste you, beautiful? Tell me.” He looked up at her from where he was kneeling, his fingers slowly moving their way to her waistband to pull her pants down.

“Yes - Maker yes,” she gasped out as his fingers slid into her pants and found her clit again. “I need you to taste me.”

“Wait here,” he suddenly said, standing up and walking a few feet over to a shelf and grabbing a piece of black cloth. Alya blinked hard, trying to focus her spinning mind on what he was doing.

“Will you wear this? So I can take this off?” he asked with a serious tone when he walked back over, holding up the cloth. Alya suddenly understood and nodded. If this meant she could feel his lips on hers she would give up being able to see in the moment. He carefully placed the cloth over her eyes and tied it around the back of her head.

“No looking. Keep that on until I tell you, no matter what happens.” He urged her, gripping her by the shoulders and stroking his thumb over her bare skin.

“I will, I promise,” she said, trying to sound as sincere as possible through her desire. She knew this was more important to him than she could ever comprehend.

Alya heard another clank of metal on the ground, and thought with exhilaration that he was now completely open, exposed to her right now. She felt privileged that although she wasn’t being given permission to look, she could touch and feel the face that he hid from everyone else. Her body practically shook in anticipation of feeling his face, his hair, his lips, and how they could now kiss every inch of skin on her body.

He was pressed close against her again, and she tried to slowly reach her hands up towards his face, trying to hide any of her trembling. He grabbed one of her roaming hands and guided it to rest on his cheek. She felt scratchy facial hair along his strong jawline, and traced her fingers over his cheekbones, making her way inwards to his nose and eyelids. She tried to get a full picture, feeling her way around his features, but it was impossible to imagine just yet as she soaked it all in. She then raked her hands through his hair, feeling a thick, wavy head of hair much like her own. Soft, almost heartbreaking sighs had escaped from him during her exploration - she imagined that nobody had touched his face in a long, long time.

“You’re… beautiful,” she said, unable to help the wide smile that crept onto her face as she continued to caress his cheeks under her fingertips, unable to get enough of the feeling.

“That smile drives me crazy, freckles,” he murmured, and Alya nearly gasped in shock at hearing his unmodulated voice, rich and deep as she had heard it before but so clear now, right in front of her. It reached to a place deep inside her, awakening a part of her that was long gone, or maybe never existed at all. She felt… alive.

“Kiss me,” she said, tilting her head upwards, lips parted and waiting for him.

And so he did.

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On March 6th of last year I posted a collection of discarded drawings called DUMPSTER DUDELZ on deviantART, my way of making sure abandoned art would be seen. It hadn't been the first time I had compiled all of my leftovers together, 2013's Sketchapalooza ULTIMAtE acting as the original Clarktoon sketch dump before I made Sketch BOOMs a thing. The only difference this time was that all the artwork was original, Sketchapalooza including fan art of Queen La, Mickey Mouse, and Blue's Clues. With all the projects I start then never finished, I figured a compilation like this would be a perfect way to show what all doesn't make the final cut. Now with it being the dawn of a New Year, I decided to bring the idea back with a vengeance! That is until I saw how many scrapped scribbles I actually had. Unlike the previous DUMPSTER DUDELZ, which had amassed years worth of rejected content, this one comes at the end of a single year where most of my ideas managed to make it online. Heck, one of the sketches seen here actually was posted to deviantART before now. You know what I say to all that though? Screw it, let's post it anyway! Hopefully my posting all of this will usher in the beginning of a full, productive year of artwork. If not, I at least got to humiliate my good friend Volts48...

1) SPOOKY SCARY SEXY MASKED MANIAC Halloween is always a rough time for me, artistically. With Christmas taking up all of my focus I'm left unavailable to post anything for the second best Holiday of the year. Not that I ever stop trying, mind you. My goal for 2022 was to post a specially themed Sketch BOOM themed around the month of monsters, even managing to get one of my ideas down on paper. Said idea being my buddy Alec genderbent and dressed in a Virgin-Killer sweater as revenge for all the times he paid other artists to draw me with massive boobs or in frilly outfits. To any artist that has done that, rest assured I don't actually take any offense to it, I appreciate any fan work based of my characters regardless of how ridiculous. Besides, you at least draw she-me with clothes on, so there's that. This was just a silly excuse to put my friend in the exact same situation he puts me through as well the culmination of an old inside joke that even he forgot about. Back when I first started my Discord server I was very strict about what could be posted, so Alec made a big stink when my college buddy Alice2Rose posted a picture of one of these sweaters, my ignorance showing when I didn't even know what it was. Leave it to an anime weeb to detect a virgin killer a mile away. In any case, here's hoping the aftermath of my friend's long forgotten stink brings you some Halloween fun on this New Year's Day.

2) POLKA PUP, DOO DOO DA DOO DA DOO Yet another joke that culminated on my server, this time from my friend Void-Android. All throughout the last year the mechanized man was obsessed with posting comics and GIFs of puppy sharks, their precious lil' faces flooding my server like the world's cutest Sharnado. Seeing as my friend Finjix and I semi-frequently collaborate ideas for our own shark character Polka Shark, I figured it'd be fun to draw the fantastic, frantic fish as one of those peculiar house pets. The end result is an adorable abomination that'll annoy the carp out of his friend Striped Starfish.

Striped Starfish: Just what I needed; Polka with legs. There goes my plans of washing ashore and dying of heat stroke.

For those wanting more of Polka Shark's absurd under-sea antics, go check out SIM-N's gallery on deviantART. For now though I hope you all enjoy Polka Pup more than the Starfish did.

3) The Mummy of 3K, Queen Emoteph Like I said at the beginning, I had completely forgotten about having already posted this sketch of ERN-E's girlfriend and Yas Queen of the year 3000 EMIL-E as a Mummy. The idea comes from my repeated attempts to bring back the Monster 3K Pin Ups that SIM-N and I used to do for Halloween, Emoteph being brought back from our initial run from 2015. Alas, all that came from this was this admittedly awesome sketch. Fingers crossed I get to take this idea to its fullest extent next year, ERN-E opening a tomb to find the hottest Mummy ever found by man or machine.

ERN-E: That is one fresh-looking corpse... EMIL-E: You're not too bad looking yourself, big guy.

4) ERN-E X EMIL-E Speaking of the Clarktooniverse's first couple, here we have ERN-E and EMIL-E in some slightly updated designs. After years of making his eyes one big screen, I finally decided to give ERN-E more human-like eyes for ease of expression. Em herself didn't get much of an upgrade, but a sketch of ERN-E alone felt naked without his best girl by his side. Here's hoping I get to draw more of these two together in the future.

5) LET'S DANCE AT WHIMSYLAND Okay, this one's definitely needs an explanation. 2022 saw me make my fourth pilgrimage to Disney World to meet up with my friend @the-pale-servant / @agathe-the-smol, despite my vow to not visit the park until Bob Chapek was fired. I have made it no secret how much I despised the bald-headed, brain-dead, creatively bankrupt loser in charge of the Disney during his tenure, his treatment of the Disney Parks being a key factor. Whereas most people saw the parks as a magical wonderland always ready to be expanded and improved, Bob saw it as a money-printing machine he could run raged without a break. It was disgusting. This was most evident when Jart and I got stuck on four different rides, often times more than once. Though to be fair, we still had an amazing time while there! Still, my continued cynicism against the state of my favorite place on Earth wasn't getting any healthier, so I decided to express my contempt creatively. Welcome to Whimsyland, a theme park opened in 1962 by Matt Whimsy as a celebration of the human spirit and endless imagination. Here you could meet Fred Fox, the company's cartoon mascot currently exiling himself to the Park in response to how the CEO's handling Matt's business. Fred is my Mickey stand-in, though unlike Mickey he makes it clear he hears fan complaints and hates being depicted as the villain. Dancing the charleston beside him is Fiona Fox, cartoon fashion icon that the current CEO keeps exploiting, though Fiona at least uses this to her advantage by continuing to inspire young girls. Along with the rest of my currently in development cast, Whimsyland might become the most perkiest place on the planet once more. Until then, we can at least enjoy these two characters dancing to this.

In case you're wondering why I never posted this, you can thank my questionable coloring choices for that. The orange coloring on Freddy feels fine, but the same can't be said for Fiona's fur color nor for their attire. Like I said, this idea's still a WIP.

6) SOMETHING IN THE WAY, OWL DUDE IN THE RAIN Poor Owl Dude, I don't draw him nearly as much as I should. Luckily, the new story ideas I have in mind with him should help fix that. And no, SIM-N, none of them involve a stove!

7) SAURA, EXPERIMENTAL SKETCH If any Clarktoons dominated a majority of my thoughts this year it would be Fred Fox and Saura, my teenage heroine with the power of transforming into a hyper-evolved dinosaur warrior. Helping matters was the fact that Alec got interested in the idea, collaborating with me on certain elements of her story while also commissioning our friend @zernna to draw her every chance he got. For the record Zerna, I plan on releasing a colored reference of Ms. Bosewick here sometime this year, so if we pay you to draw her again you'll know exactly what she looks like. But first I decided to experiment a little, adding details to Saura's design that ultimately won't be a part of her end design. A rule with character designs in cartoons is that the more lines and details you add, the older a character looks, which is what I felt was the major problem was here. With any luck, Saura's finalized design will look plenty bad@$$ without making her look like an actual fossil.

8) POST-BUMPER: ORIGINS Earlier this year I decided to make myself some mailing labels with Bumper on them, quickly drawing Crocie's adorable little ghost buddy as a mailman. The end result looked mighty cute, ignoring how the post officer used another mailing label to cover up mine. Turns out there's somebody in the world who doesn't find the floating marshmallow cute after all. Weird, right?

And for those of you wishing to see what the end product looked like:

9) FRED FOX Surprising as it sounds, it took me a few tries before settling on Fred Fox as the Whimsyland mascot. My goal was to create a rubberhose character in the same vein as Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Felix the Cat, Bendy, and the Cupheads, while also making it unmistakably my own. So at first I tried a turtle, only to quickly realize that wouldn't be as cute or charming as intended. Next I tried an elephant, which admittedly looked better, but for whatever reason that didn't work with me either. Finally I settled on a fox with a Boston accent named after a running joke from the Angry Video Game Nerd and the rest was history.

10) CHIBIZOWA What you're currently looking at is not the Clarktooniverse's answer to King Ghidora. At least, not at the moment, anyway. All throughout 2022 I had intended on drawing birthday pictures for my friends online, including Zerna, someone who has very kindly drawn a lot of my characters over the last few years. What I had planned for her birthday was a sketch of her girlfriend murd3r3r being dragged to the mall by my mechanized mercenary Candy Banger to find the ultimate birthday present, Coco not being accustomed to the violence Candy brings to any situation. In the end, thanks to some advice I got from Alec, a worn-out Coco gets Zerna a three-headed dragon plushtoy named Chibizowa with Candy giving a thumbs up from the window so the two could have a cute moment together. Now for all of you wondering why I didn't end up making this adorable-sounding gift pic, there's a lot of factors that went into it. The first being time, something I am terrible at managing. The second was not knowing enough about Coco, having to go off what I saw in the pics posted in Zerna's gallery. I didn't want to assume what her personality was like, I'm terribly shy by nature, and matters weren't helped by her own lack of art depicting her aliensona. It's why I'm jumping on Zerna's band wagon by telling you gremlins to hound her for sona designs/more art!! >:'0 For now though, I hope you all enjoy this sketch. Who knows, maybe on day I'll end up making the planned present a reality.

11) ONE LAST FRED FOX And that's all she wrote.... OR IS IT!?

Not included with the DUMPSTER DUDELZ were these two random sketches based on the musical Twisted, which my friend Alec finally convinced me to check out this year. I enjoyed it immensely, even buying the soundtrack and digital recording of the show before drawing their Jafar in the same style as the original Aladdin. Turns out you can make this character look sympathetic. No doubt he'll have a good 2023 as will all of you! That is if you keep dreaming a little harder...

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