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Cutthroat Challenge: Just Desserts

Written: Jan 23 2020 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.5k

Prompt: Netflix and Chill

Sabotages: You have to work in Bucky howling like a wolf.  No sentence can be longer than fifteen words.

Warnings: 18+ Fluff & Smut

The fire roared, dry wood crackled breaking apart. It sent sparks into the smoky air drifting around the shallow pit. Bucky stepped up next to it, long silver flask in one hand. In the other a log which he tossed into the amber fire licking the air. He stumbled back with the gray smoke billowing in his face. He tipped back the flask, full of Asgardian whiskey and sprinkled his mouth with it.

Steve shoved into him, drunk. Well, as drunk as Steve could be. He grabbed for the flask, sloshing a bit down the side of Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky gave up and let Steve have it. Dark eyes stared over the fire with a hiccup. You were there, smiling with the glow of liquor and the warmth of the flames.

Steve, Bucky, Sam and Clint decided on a casual night out. But the four of them, tired of crowds settled on the woods instead. You tagged along. The compound could be so quiet without them. And you really didn’t want to be left with your own thoughts. So when Bucky urged you to come, you didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation.

At first you felt out of place. You worked accounting, administration mostly, and bumped into them often enough. But really you out in the woods with heroes, seemed out of your element. The trip there quickly changed your mind. You settled in around them. Each with their big personalities brought out yours. Sort of.

And after dinner all of them sat outside trading stories. You joined, flopped down in the big comfy wooden chair and curled up. Whiskey in your hands. Your eyes shifting and rocking from Steve to Sam, occasionally to Clint. But mostly, you caught yourself staring at Bucky.

Dark hair cut short, patchy beard. His eyes would glimmer in the flames. His short bursts of laughter would leave you smirking. The whiskey spread leaving you light headed and free, somewhat. So you indulged in observing your friend.

Suddenly Clint stood, swayed too, and tilted his head back to the full moon. Bucky’s eyes danced with silly uncertainty, his cheek bones scrunched into a wince. Clint billowed a long howl into the heavy night air. Sam, catching what Clint was doing started to bark. Still Bucky sat there as Steve too stood, put his hands on his hips and howled.

The guys descended into chuckles, sporadic yelps and growls. And you chugged the last of your drink as you giggled into the empty tumbler. After a few seconds of continued howls and barking you went back into the cabin. You were passed buzzed, drunk but you made another drink. The thought of going back out there sloppy wasn’t your idea of fun.

You slightly staggered into your darkened room. The small room moved around you ever so slightly as you headed to the bed. You sat the cup down on the end table. You bounced and jiggled while you peeled down to your shirt and panties. You dug out the laptop, tossed it at the head of the bed. And soon you followed.

Belly first, your feet hanging off the edge. Your shirt riding up passed the band of your underwear. You pulled at the laptop, put it on a pillow. Flipped it open and put on Netflix. An often repeated favorite was already there: Zumbo’s Just Desserts.

Your drink forgotten in the haze of influence you watched the competition unfold. You were enthralled in the making of gateau. And the sound of boots on a wooden floor never crossed your ears.

A giant flop later your laptop slid off the pillow. You scrambled for it. And your eyes swirled from light to the dark of the room. Looking over your shoulder, there was a large mass behind you.

It didn’t move. You lifted the laptop shining light upon the figure. Dark hair stuck out the top of his jacket ballooned around him. He moaned turned his head to the light and grinned. Bucky.

Suddenly he sat back on his knees. Foolery, lightness of spirit, whatever it was he stared at you. His eyes crinkled as he yanked his jacket off.

He howled, piercingly, it rang in your ears at its loudest.

You flinched and nearly dropped your laptop. So you rolled onto your back pulling it with you.

“Bucky!” you called and then giggled.

He was silent, still eying you, still grinning playfully. He tossed the jacket, the wind was a quick reminder of your bare legs. Haphazardly you tugged at the hem of your shirt, moved the laptop lower. But Bucky grabbed the laptop while he leaned back unlacing his boots.

“Food?” he asked sluggishly. “I liked that one flick about the inn.”

Your mind muddled to figure out what movie he was talking about. He came back down, kicking off his boots one at a time with a toe.

“The one with the city girl, goes to New Zealand,” he said. Coming closer, with laptop in hand, he crossed over your shoulders. You rolled to your side as he sat it back on the pillow. “Meets a guy, he helps her rebuild this inn.”

Your heart started to race. “A rom-com?” you asked breathlessly.

You tried not to pay attention to just how close he was. But the heat from his body surrounded you. His breath stinging with whiskey filled your nose.

“Ya, it’s good.” He chuckled softly.

His hand dropped around your waist pulling you in nearer to him. It felt like an act he had thought of for months. You sank back into him, disbelieving Bucky Barnes was cuddling your body. Propped up on his elbow, he dipped his head into your hair.

“I thought it was sweet, warming. Like you,” he whispered.

You shut your eyes tight. You fought the swimming in your head. Twitching, your hand glided from the comforter to his metal arm firmly wrapped around you.

Bucky’s breath hitched and then released it near your ear. His prickly beard scratched across your jaw. His arm unfolded underneath your head as you fell back into it.

You were face to face. Pale digital light casted shadows across his face. But blurry eyed as you were there was still gentleness in his gaze.

“Did you hear?” he asked.

You simply shrugged not knowing what he was talking about.

A smirk curled in the corner of his mouth. “I said you’re sweet.” he repeated.

Somewhere in your drunken stupor you missed the motion. The slow descending dip of his head towards your face, the seriousness in his eyes. He kissed you.

Your eyes widened and then fluttered shut. He covered you. Heat and his heavy body began to spill to your legs, your hip. His metal fingers steadily worked their way up between the bed and your ribcage. The nook of his other arm cradled your head. Soon desserts were the last thing on your mind. 

The knot in your stomach loosened but the muscles in your thighs tightened. Bucky’s lips slipped from your mouth trailing kisses and sucks down your neck. He was on top of you. Grinding his want into your pelvis. His knees wedged in and then spread your taut legs a part. He pressed his groin to yours.

He couldn’t get enough of your petal smooth skin. Nor could he ignore the light scent of smoke in your hair. Or the vanilla warming in his nose. You are beautiful to him. Squirming underneath, caught between softness and him. And he can tell you haven’t been touched in some time. You cling to him, your moans send tingles down his spine urging him to rub harder. He wanted to see how long you could last with just well intended touch.

He smiled into the skin of your breast. You were shaking all over. Legs trembled around his hips, clenching to close but struggling to stay open.

His jeans scraped across the skin of your thighs. He shifted a bit, rocked his hips, pressed in harder hitting your clit faster.

“Oh, my god. Bucky!” you panted.

Your hands fumbled to his shirt and balled your fingers into the collar. He wouldn’t let you pull him from nibbling your nipple.

“Feel good, baby?” he muttered against your skin.

You nodded your head feverishly and shut your eyes. Bucky barely pulled away from you he kept his hardness jutting across your clit. He brought his metal hand to your face. His other arm still cradling your head, he enveloped you close. His metal fingers sunk into your parted mouth. The act turned into your undoing.

Suckling two at a time you crumbled underneath him sending your body into jelly. His metal fingers slipped from your lips. And with a satisfied sigh, your fingers loosen and fell to your chest. Weakly your eyes opened, Bucky was watching you tuck your lips between your teeth. Slowly he met your eyes, grinning lightly as he spoke.

“You still wanna watch Netflix?” he asked.

Leisurely you shook your head no against his arm. Bucky smiled and reached over toward the laptop. He shut the lid as his lips pressed against yours.

In the dark, his cool metal arm reached between your legs fiddling with your panties.

“Wanna feel the sweet I have for you?” he mumbled into your mouth.

You nodded wordlessly.

“Well,” he said unzipping his jeans. “I’m gonna to make sure you get it.”

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

ERIK STEVENS | KILLMONGER (the mcu)

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“Mirror Image” (Erik Stevens x Fem!Reader)

| Erik only just came to visit you last night; now you have some catching up to do.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, descriptions of the Reader-Insert’s naked body -chubby!reader/curvy!reader

| Gif source: Black Panther (2018)

| 2k+ words

Song lyric prompt #TWO:

I walk around the house butt-naked

And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior

(Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion)

You look at yourself in the mirror and dance a little. Booty popping as you move around.

There’s no music playing in the house outside of your own head, but you’re just really feeling yourself right now.

There was nothing of any note going on at the moment but after you’d used the bathroom you couldn’t help but pause as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since things were calm enough for you to admire yourself in this way. Erik was busy a lot and his whirlwind life tended to throw your own into a tizzy, so to be able to take just a little time out of your day for something as simple as this felt nice.

Erik had legitimately kept you busy over the last year and half. He hadn’t been shy about his big plan, even if he’d sugar coated the hell out of the fact that his plan was to usurp his cousin for the throne of a hidden technological empire, so that meant when he disappeared you’d had to live with the extremely high possibility that he’d left you for good. You had never once in your life heard a man talk so much shit as him when he knocked on your door four months ago though.

And boy could Erik talk. Man could convince you your own Mama was your Auntie after you just watched yourself come out the womb, and it was because of that that you had nearly laughed him out of your house when he’d started really explaining. There was no way he thought he was going to make a clown out of you after you’d seen him do the same to other people before.

But then the gold necklace around his shoulders had turned into a whole power suit and your doubt hadn’t been feasible anymore.

You’d wanted to knock him when he ended up laughing at you instead. He still made fun of the bug eyed look you gave him. The only thing stopping you from doing just that, vibranium suit be damned, had been your own shift in thought.

All of a sudden without the worry of whether he was coming back or not, you were reminded of all the reasons you’d been more scared for Erik than you had longed for him.

During the duration of your relationship in college he’d never once been bad to you. Not like you knew he could be, the man was ruthlessly motivated on an easy day. But you couldn’t say with full confidence that you and Erik’s relationship had been good.

Certain facets of you and his personalities complimented each other and other facets kicked your asses frequently. There were multiple times in college that you’d left his dorm in a fit with barely any clothes on during the winter.

He would do or say some sly shit that would piss you off and then you wouldn’t talk for a week. You because you were stubborn as hell and Erik because he didn’t bend for nobody. And while you could see how your immaturity had put a strain on your relationship that didn’t mean the space between y’all was souly on you.

Erik was a mean son of a bitch even when he liked you and back then he seemed to make a game out of getting on your last nerve. Erik was also demanding, and you weren’t a dog. So every time you didn’t move mountains when he asked you to with half an explanation, you’d fight.

Erik has only gotten the chance to pull some crazy shit on you once and for good reason.

The second he hit you with a “Where the fuck you at?” you had just about left his ass entirely.

It was quite literally y’all having graduated the next day and then him leaving for his self proclaimed mission that had kept you from officially ending things.

So yeah, as all that came back to you you hadn’t exactly been jumping into his arms when he knocked on your apartment door. Over the time he was away you’d grown up. Shit, you didn’t even live in New York anymore. Couldn’t wait to leave it behind for something less chaotic once you earned your degree.

You’d gotten a well paying job, a condo, and Erik Stevens had slowly but surely faded to the back of your consciousness. That was until he knocked on your door that month and you’d gone from halfheartedly hoping he was okay to the man taking up every inch of your mind.

A half a year from then and here you were.

With his plan ruined but part of his goal still well into execution Erik had mellowed out significantly. He was by no means not still angry, which you got completely, and anger like his didn’t dissipate so much as it shifted anyway.

What you’d needed from Erik was for him to learn the source of that anger and repurpose it better than trying to take it out on you. And he’d been doing that too. All he asked from you was to try with him and to “Stop doing that uppity shit. When you mad at me, tell me so we can work through the problem.”

So the both of you had started working on your communication, and it was an uphill battle, but you weren’t losing.

Recently whenever Erik was relieved of his duties as Wakandan royalty and the Golden Jaguar he’d taken to visiting you for as long as he could. And that came with complimenting you about the most random shit whenever you were down. Your body being no exception.

As you think about Erik you turn and shake your ass, watching the way the mirror catches the bounce. You can’t help but giggle. Call it vain or whatever but damn you still had it.

You’re in an old t-shirt and shorts and you still couldn’t help but stare. So if that wasn’t having ‘IT’ you didn’t know what was.

Over the last few years you hadn’t exactly thought you were ugly, fuck all of that you’d been pretty good at keeping the self deprecation firmly in the past of your adolescence, but you hadn’t exactly thought you were the shit either.

Erik let it be known often enough how much he loved your figure. Your curves and soft rolls constantly caressed in his hands. And you didn’t think there was a damn thing on earth that could keep that fucker away from your stretch marks, he loved running his hands over the more raised lines and pressing his lips to them. So in that department you certainly weren’t lacking in reminders of how attractive you were. You just hadn’t consciously been thinking about it.

Until now that is.

You shift your body in the mirror some more, watching how the light casts shadows on your melanin; the dimples and dips in your chunky thighs. Fuck. You chuckle to yourself, no wonder your partner was always all up underneath you.

Just then some burning curiosity compels you and you start to undress. You showered earlier in the morning so you’re fully aware that if Erik catches you you won’t have much of a cover story that didn’t sound at least a little conceited, but you couldn’t muster the shame to give a fuck.

You’d just have to resolve yourself to the fact that his annoying ass might tease you.

But it was your body. If other people were allowed to admire it, you think after all the work you put in to cherish it, you should be able to admire it too.

Your clothes, underwear and all, land in a heap beside your feet on the floor and you take in the new view.

You remember a time in your life when the sight made you embarrassed and it makes you kind of giddy to see that quite the opposite is happening right now.

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Not everyone would agree (no duh) but that wasn’t any sweat off your back. As far as you were concerned they were missing out.

You stick your tongue out and snicker as you shake your ass facing forward in front of the mirror. You watch as the excess parts of your body jiggle and honestly if you could visibly blush you probably would be.

“You shaking all that for me?”

You scream, you hadn’t noticed Erik come into the hall, let alone stand to watch you take in the varying browns of your skin. You whip around a moment later, prepared to chew him out about sneaking up on you, but at the sheer intensity of the look he’s giving you y’all just end up staring at each other.

He’s in his work out clothes, you hadn’t gone with him to the gym today, opting instead to get some work done and try out a new recipe you found online and he’d clearly come back while you were…um… distracted.

You don’t have time to be embarrassed by him catching you, not that you would be if you did, due to the way his eyes are eating you up on the spot.

He licks his lips, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You gon answer me?”

You humph quietly, confused as to what he means before you remember what he’d initially asked and smirk.

“I wasn’t, no,” you give his glistening body a once over of your own. “But I can be.”

Erik’s eyes light up and your heart stutters.

“Oh? How do I make that happen?” He starts to move towards you.

You both lock eyes again and you sigh as you think of an answer, backing up more into the bathroom unconsciously.

“Hmm. You could go to that dance class I’ve been begging you to do with me?”

You watch as he makes a big show of thinking it over before shaking his head.

“Hard pass. I already told you once a month, and we went together last week. Give me something else so I can get my hands on you.”

Your tongue presses into a spot behind your teeth on the roof of your mouth as you glance behind him. His jaw ticks when he picks up on the action.

“Another plushie and a massage?”

His response is instant.

“You’ll get a massage regardless, but I’ll get you a damn stuffed animal.” He grins shark-like at you. “You finished playing now? Over here taunting me with all this.”

“Oh?” You mouth, head tilting as you watch him stand in the doorway. Your calves hit the tub softly and you shiver, tongue pressing into your tooth gap again. “All of what?”

His eyes travel back to your mouth.

There’s a chuckle, it sends anticipation racing through you as he shakes his head.

“You like torturing me don’t you?” The grin that stretches across your face at his words squashes whatever claim of innocence you might have tried. He scoffs. “I’ll get back at your ass for it though, don’t worry.”

He gestures to you as you continue giving him a confused look, loving teasing Erik like nothing else. Riling him up like this always led to something fun, whether it involved sex or not.

You raise your eyebrow,

“But I haven’t even done anything.”

Erik glances away, hand running over his mouth before he looks back at you.

“Don’t act slow. I don’t get to see you for weeks, and when I come home you look like this. What do you expect me to do when I find you practically eye-fucking your naked body in the mirror, huh?”

Your smile turns a little more manic at that. You kind of want to cackle.

“Awww, did I accidentally make someone hard?” You coo, his eye twitches.

What can you say? You’ve got a mean streak too.

“Yes, baby,” he licks his lips again as he watches the dark planes of your skin. “You’ve made me hard. Now what you gon do about it?”

You fight the urge to shrug, play blight to your own obvious affect on the other. Part of Erik’s life being so crazy that it often disrupted yours was that it left little time for you both to just be together. Romantically or casually, recently being with him was always a treat and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t craving Erik just as much as he was clearly craving you.

“I’m getting my plush right?”

He nods. “Promise baby.”

The smile that breaks across your face is unabashedly giddy and you can tell from the way his stance relaxes and how he rocks back on his heels that he knows he’s got you.

You move forward in a few quick strides and press yourself up against him, hands resting lightly on his abdomen. His chest is heaving as he stares at you.

“Then let me shake my ass for you.”

He’s on you in seconds, hands reaching for your ass and pressing your groins together, his lips crashing into yours.

You groan, allowing your own hands to explore his chest as you devour each other. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for his touch until you finally got it after so long of being too on edge for the next problem to make a move.

You break apart to breathe. A line of spit connects the two of you as you stare each other down. He slaps your left ass cheek, you feel the impact in your toes, and then he squeezes. You can’t help the startled whimper that pulls from you and Erik chuckles, breathy and low. He holds the flesh in his hand and jiggles your ass like that. You let out an airy moan as the movements spread your pussy lips apart.

“Fuck, I missed this ass,” he groans into your neck, clearly watching the skin ripple and the pink of the inside of your vagina that you know he’ll be able to just barely see at his angle.

He presses a kiss to your neck and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his waist to press him even closer to you. You roam your hands along Erik’s back and eventually to his own defined ass.

“Mmm, you only missed my ass?”

You can feel his grin spread across your skin.

“Nah, I missed some other things too,” his hand lets go and this time slaps your right cheek. You squeak a little.

He pecks you on the lips. “I miss how your body feels against mine like this. Too needy for me - for my dick - to worry ‘bout anything else.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you shiver, moan falling unbidden from you. You're so close that he feels the movement and his chuckle makes your insides melt even more.

“Mhm,” You whine.

“Mhm what?” He murmurs.

“Mhm, I’m needy.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands stay rubbing all over your curves and folds. “What you want me to do about that?”

“Fuck me, please,” you whisper.

The second the plea falls past your plush lips he bends down to pick you up with nothing more than a soft noise and then carries you to the bedroom. You don’t react outside of a small giggle. More than happy to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

He doesn’t let you go while he collects something from the bedside drawer and dumps it on the bed. Moments later you’re next as he lays you both on the mattress. You go to unwrap your limbs and he slaps your thigh with a shake of his head.

“Uh uh,” he grunts, laying your back against the cool sheets. He kisses you on the jaw. “I want you around me while I fuck into this pussy.”

You moan and he presses a kiss into your plump cheek next, beginning to rock the length of his hot dick against your equally needy pussy. The tip spreads your lips and you throw your head back at the stimulation it puts on your unfurling clit.

“Yeah, I want you in me,” you pant out.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, rutting increasing. “I missed you.”

He kisses you on the lips and kneads your stomach between his big hands.

“Missed all of this,” his sentence stutters on a moan and you whine.

“I missed you too.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’m not too confident about how I write Erik yet, so be gentle. I will take any feedback though.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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Besties get Banged

Angel Dust x MaleReader Smut

➽─❥Angel Dust x FemaleReader Smut version

You didn’t think Angel liked you the way you did him, how could you? While sharing a profession, he was nothing like you. He was the star in every room he entered. After being booked on a shoot together, you find maybe Angel wasn’t so ignorant to your existence.

Warning/Promises: Angel x Reader do not fuck but they do get banged, Val is going to ruin shit but I ain’t writing that part, Foursome but no one cares, handjob, cum countdown 💦, masturbation, making out, porno, vaguely threatening ending from Val

minors dni (👁️👄👁️🔪)

When Angel Dust slipped into the dressing room of Val’s ‘sex dungeon’, you struggled to keep your smile down. You’d never actually worked together. The two of you had attended the same awards shows, frequented the same clubs, danced the same stages. But never graced the same screen. Every encounter left you more and more enthralled. Always the life of the party, but when the crowds would die down Angel would become so sweet, talking with an emotional intelligence many sinners seemed to have lacked or intentionally abandoned at death.

Angel threw himself at many people, sometimes jokingly, sometimes not. But you’d be lying to say it didn’t sting he’d never propositioned you.

“Mornin’,” he plopped into the make-up chair beside you, hand lazily combing through his bedhead.

Angel hoped you hadn’t seen him pause when he saw you. He didn’t get butterflies often, but you always managed to make his stomach flutter. He felt so silly, a kid with a crush.

You knew Val wasn’t going to let it be just the two of you. He enjoyed watching you both get fucked too much. ‘Besties get Banged’ was written on the clapperboard. Angel gave you a wink, “Ooh besties! Is this work or just another Friday night?” His elbow hit a soft spot in your ribs, making you laugh.

“Stop— st-stop that. Get on the bed.” Val used all four arms to separate you, “Bitch number 1 on the left side, Bitch number 2 on the right.” He sat in his chair, arm angrily motioning for the large demons to enter the set already.

It was a standard enough shoot, until you and Angel found yourselves both on your knees, eye to eye from across the pink heart shaped bed. One yellow and one black eye looking back at you, hazy with pleasure as he was fucked dumb by some piece of muscle with a dick attached.

He looked so beautiful when he felt good. You reached out your hand to him, then the other. Fingers laced together, you both moaned into the space between yourselves. Angel’s eyebrows rose up, tongue coming out. His face was so flushed, cheeks pink. You weren’t sure it was an invitation, but you pulled yourself to him and ran your tongue over his. The demon behind you followed your body, trying to maintain contact.

Angel’s eyes rolled closed, tongue pushing into your mouth. The kiss interrupted again and again as the repeated pounding into your holes pulled your lips apart, your entire bodies moving in rhythm.

“Hey!,” Val yelled, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Angel smiled at you, “Whats the matter Val?” He strained forward, capturing your mouth again.

“Stop kissing! You’re ruining it!”

“You never kissed a bestie? Awww,” Angel kept his lips near yours. “Val’s never had a real good friend before.”

Val’s antennae bristled, “Pull em apart, they’re making googly eyes at each other. Killing my fucking hard on. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

Your bodies were slid away, fingertips still reaching out to each other. You were flipped onto your back, pacing brutal as if making up for lost time.

Angel watched you, mouth lonely. His cock leaking from just a kiss. Reaching down, he began to stroke himself while enjoying his own personal show. Your body bouncing with the thrusts, dick swinging against your stomach, eyes watery. He arched his back, looking across to where your body connected with the other demon. You looked so wet, so inviting.

“Angel!” Val seethed.

Angel closed his eyes, imagining you fucking him, not whoever that was behind him. His eyes shot open when he felt hands on his face. His fear dissolved into relief as he saw you had scooted back towards him, pulling him down for an upside-down kiss. Breath hot, he moaned into your mouth.

“Uh Boss, should we stop em again? It’s kinda hot.” The shark demon behind Angel slowed.

Your fingers slipped through his hair, bringing him deeper into your kiss. There was nothing else in the room anymore but you and Angel. Tongue rolling over tongue, breathy moans exhaled and inhaled.

Val shook his head, “Let the little sluts kiss. If they wanna ruin my shoot so badly, be my guests.” His eyes aglow, Valentino exhaled his toxic smoke throughout the studio, sinister grin spreading across his face.

The demons continued as directed, you and Angel not having noticed the interruption you had caused. Angel’s mouth left yours, head resting on the mattress.

“Val’s going to kill us,” you tried to remember the name of the wolf demon pounding into you, knowing you had some sort of lines.

Angel’s teeth nipped your ear lobe, “He’s gonna do that anyway.”

You moaned, “Feels good when you do that.”

“Yeah?” The wolf asked. You wanted to kick him in the neck.

“Uuh, yeah. You… fuck me so good, Daniel.”

“Donny.” He corrected.

Angel got back on his elbows, “Literally no one cares, David.” Whispering now, “Roll over and come ‘ere.”

Douglas didn’t seem bothered, you using your feet to stop him and twisting around his cock to get back on your knees. The demons whose names neither of you cared to learn followed you again. Angel was pressed into you, two arms holding you against his body, one arm on your cheek, a fourth finding its way to your half hard erection.

You gasped, Angel licking up your neck and chin as his hand expertly jerked you off. Regaining some bit of your brain, you reached down a hand to his cock. It was slapping against this stomach in time with the thrusts. Your hand only need to grip him, the other actor basically fucking him into your grasp.

Angel’s head craned down, sucking bruises into your collar bone, “I want you to fuck me so bad, it hurts.” Another whisper into your skin.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” your words faded in and out, volume jumping as your hole took hit after hit. Angel’s hand was electrifying every part of your body.

Angel pulled you as close as he could, bringing your hand from his cock to hold in his. Now him and his pre-cum were rubbing along your stomachs, slipping past your member, bodies pressed together tightly. “Wrong. So wro-uh.” Eyes rolling back, Angel’s words fell apart.

“You close?”

He nodded.

“Want me to count you down?”

A more frantic nod.

“Five”

You leaned in to kiss at his neck.

“Four”

A long drag of your tongue up to his ear.

“Three”

A kiss to his cheek.

“Two”

You bit at his lip, pulling it with you before letting it go.

“One”

Angel clenched his eyes, grip on you tightening as he came across your stomach, thick and hot. You heard the other actor moan, Angel’s ass tightening with his release.

You took the chance to kiss Angel again, lips soft and swollen from the long shoot. His cum dripped down your stomach and onto your throbbing cock, adding more lubrication to your slippery stomachs. Angel’s fingers eagerly used his seed to slip and slide over you.

The feeling pushed you into your orgasm, legs shaking as you tried to stay up. “For fuck’s sake,” Val could be heard shouting just past the studio lights.

Drawing him in for another kiss, less deeply now, lips sometimes on lips, and sometimes the chin and the cheek.

You stayed, holding each other, through the shoot. The other actors finishing their parts, cumming and making some puns about bosom buddies. When everyone else left the scene, and you two broke apart your hungry mouths to consider getting cleaned up and dressed, the air grew thick around you. Heads swimming now, a horny haze fell on set.

“Bravo, bitches. You ruined my shoot, only fair I get to ruin something now.” You both turned to see the lights gleaming off Val’s glasses. “Where should I start?”

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[arcielee]

Taste of It

Summary: Modern!FemaleReader has a delightful sex dream. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Modern!FemReader Word Count: 2406 Warnings: Smutty smut, fingering, choking, language, p in v. Author's Note: Hey, this is my first Reader fanfic I have ever written. I am open to all criticism, because it will help me be a better writer and is definitely not a degradation kink. This was inspired by the story you can pretend it's not meant to be (but you can't stay away from me) by @themotherofhorses​. I just loved the idea of a lucid dream with Aemond Targaryen. ♥ Thank you @f4ll-for-you​ for being so kind to read this over! Series:  Call It Dreaming 

“What are you doing here?”

His voice is low, lethal, and somehow familiar to you, despite the unfamiliar setting you find yourself in. Your hands wash over your body, feeling your favorite oversized shirt, an old David Bowie print that was comfortable with age and just long enough to cover your ass, with the hem touching the peaks of your bare thighs. There is a coldness to your surroundings, which was all the more apparent on your bare feet and the skimpy, cotton underwear you wore beneath your nightshirt. 

You remembered being cozy on your couch after a long, hot shower that peeled away the stress accumulated from both work and schoolwork, partnered with a mask to exfoliate your pores. You remembered the scent of your new lotion, a mixture of vanilla and brown sugar, while you admired the reflection of the black underwear and matching bralette on your figure before you decided to put on the oversized vintage top before you crawled beneath your blanket to rewatch House of the Dragon. 

“I asked you a question,” his voice repeated, his tone sharp. You could hear the sound of a book snapping shut that caused you to jump and turn on your heel. Your eyes flit over your new surroundings; you were in a room with tapers lit that added to the warm, amber glow emitting from the hearth and its embers, highlighting the meticulous placement of furniture and its grim vibe.

You nearly choke on your heart when your eyes finally find who the voice, the one that was both low and lethal, belongs to. 

Aemond Targaryen was seated in a leather chair by the fireplace, one hand holding a closed book by its spine and his brows knitted above his gaze, one lavender eye and one sapphire eye, focused on you with a look of sheer annoyance. 

You could scarcely react when he pushed himself from his seat, his long legs allowing long strides to cover the distance of the room, and you could feel the heat from his body as he pinned your back against the door. His large palm was on your neck and he slowly squeezed the sides.  

You can still breathe, but your vision begins to fog and he pushes closer, his nose pressed against the side of your head with the hot whisper repeating his question, “Who are you?” 

This is a dream, your mind rationalizes. A sexy dream you guess from the heat that pools in your lower abdomen and melds with the heat that exudes from the prince. His scent is intoxicating; he smelled clean, mixed with a woodsy musk and the hint of smoke. It was a dream, you decide, and gods be damned if you would not utilize this subconscious interaction. 

“I have been sent for your pleasure,” you finally manage to say, your mind spinning from the lack of blood.  

Your words release his grasp, but his hand remains rested on your collarbones. “Another one of my brother’s whores?” He asks with the curl of his lips. Perhaps he tried to sound annoyed, but you hoped instead for him to be intrigued since your modern garb was hardly the fashion of the Streets of Silk. “You may show me what you have to offer and I will make my decision.” 

This is promising, you smile at him. Aemond takes a step back but you note he remains within arm’s reach, thinking you may try to flee but he is completely unaware you have no intention to leave this room. With slow breaths as your vision clears, your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it overhead, dropping it at your feet to show him your black cotton bralette and matching cheeky underwear. 

You watch his eye roll over you, pupil dilated, from your head to your polished toes and back again. You hold your breath and only relax when you hear his hum of satisfaction. 

Aemond moved to grab you, perhaps he meant to drag you, but you are quick and willing to follow his direction towards the bed, gleeful when you feel his large hands rest on your hips and bring you around to push you back against the mattress. 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him bending at his slender waist, his arms caging you and the curtain of silver hair spilling on both sides. His head tilts slightly to peer at you and you stare back with blatant admiration of the sharp angles of his jawline, the gleam of his sapphire eye that you did not notice the dagger he held until the glint of the blade caught your attention. 

Your breath holds as he presses the dagger flat beneath the front of your bralette and it hitches in your throat with his fluid motion to twist the blade and bring it upwards, tearing the fabric. 

“Hey!” You gasp, pressing up to your elbows to face him as he falls back a step, holding the torn fabric in one hand and sheathing his blade, all while admiring the natural slope of your breasts. You feel a slight burn and look down to see a red line and beads of blood forming from the sliver. 

“I only wished to see if you were real,” his words were not an apology, but more an explanation. 

You push to sit upright, your hand grabbing his own to bring his palm to your breast. “I assure, I am very real,” your eyes are glassy with your bold words and actions, but it works and he moves to press on top of you. You fall back and mold against the mattress, his tongue burns as it trails the cut and there is the smear of blood as his mouth moves to find your nipple. 

Your back arches in response from the touch of his tongue that flits over the peak of your nipple and rolling circles around your areola. His hot mouth closes, suckling and his teeth nipping the soft flesh of your breast before he moves to give equal attention towards the other. 

A soft moan spills from your lips and he moves to capture your mouth with his own. His tongue presses to explore your mouth and you welcome the softness of his lips and the copper taste of your own blood. Your hands move to comb your fingers through his silk locks, your nails scratching his scalp and you feel the vibration of his hum of approval. 

Aemond presses closer and you can feel his hardness, his hips rolling to rub against your cloth cunt. He grabs onto your hip with one hand, large and warm to the touch, and his other moves flat against your chest; his tongue slows with languid movements, relishing your taste before he breaks away. 

“You taste like a sweet wine, but with chocolate and mint?” His brow quirks with his question. 

Ben and Jerry’s, you think to yourself but he does not need an answer, instead bringing his lips to bruise against your own and his fingers trailing lower to cup your cunt. He seems pleased with how you are drenched with your anticipation, pressing his lips against your throat with the growl of, “Sīr lōz syt aōha dārilaros.” 

So wet for your prince.

You burn with how his tongue rolls the words. Gods be praised, you think when you recognize the words that made your core ache, your annoyance for the Duolingo notifications vanish and you respond with a breathless, “Kirimvose, ñuha dārilaros.”

His brow raises in response and his look makes your heat roll over your body. “You also know High Valyrian,” he says and, again,  it was more a statement than a question. 

“Mērī mirrī,” Only a little, you admit to him, the heat flushing your face from his brazen stare. You chew your bottom lip as you bring your feet to the edge of the bed and lift your hips, peeling off your underwear. 

You note the curl of his lips and he moves to mold against you again, his teeth grazing the pulse of your pounding heart. His touch is gentle, his fingers just grazing your hip bone and moving towards your center, his slender finger trailing your soaked slit before it curled inside of you. 

You cannot help but mewl his name as he adds another, moving to massage your walls, his palm cupping you and allowing his thumb to stimulate your clit. The warmth in your lower core begins to boil with his ministrations and your breathing grows erratic, which quickens his motion.

“Jurnegon nyke,” he commands, Look at me, and you bring your eyes forward to see him leaning over and bracing himself above you with his free arm. “I want to hear you,” he breathes.

His breath, his words partnered with the sinful curl of his fingers within you allows your orgasm to crash into you, drawing the air from your lungs with your pitiful cries of release. Your skin is aflame and you had not noticed he pulled away until you heard him cleaning his fingers with his mouth, standing over you, the bulge of his breeches unmistakable.  

The sight of him cleaning his slender fingers emboldens you to grab his waistband and bring him against you, desperate to taste yourself on his soft lips. The grace of your tongue is not matched with your hands that fumble with the latches of his tunic, but you feel his smile as his hands guide your own. You peel his layers off to reveal his hard chest with faded scars of silver that decorated the rivets of his toned abdomen, the moonlight mixed with the low flames giving the prince an ethereal glow to his lithe body. 

Aemond gives a hum to claim your attention, his lips curling as he is adamantly aware of the hunger in your eyes, and his hands reach to grasp the peaks of your thighs and pull you closer to the bed edge. You push yourself to your elbows and watch rapt as he unlaces to remove his trousers, curious to see if the Tumblr assertion of his genitalia was accurate, but his hand pushes you back against the bed and trails to your neck. 

“Open,” he commands and your mouth relaxes, your tongue pink and drowning in saliva from seeing him almost bare. 

He presses two fingers into your mouth and you close to suckle, tasting the remnants of your release and his own saliva from his clean up. You coat them and there is a string of spittle that follows when he pulls away, eventually breaking and wetting your chin. 

His hands move to lube his cock and you feel the press against your cunt, the undeniable stretch as he pushes into you. Your hands grasp at the bedding on each side and your back arches as he pushes to split you in half. “You take me so well,” he soothes, but does not allow you time to adjust and presses further still. 

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Oh, fuck me,” you gasp at the mixture of pleasure and pain. 

Aemond pauses for a moment, reaching to clasp your jaw and bring your eyes to look at him, “I intend to.” 

You shudder when he bottoms out in you and his hands move to clasp onto your hips, pulling you to meet his each thrust, his hip bones digging into the underside softness of your thighs and his cock reaching into you further still. Your hands move to grab above you, twisting into the sheets, and you arch your back into each powerful thrust.

His pace pauses for a moment, his hands wrapping around your ankles and bringing your feet to rest onto his shoulders, canting your hips to angle you as he slips back into your warmth. Your heart flutters when his hands return to your hip bones, admiring his side profile and the scrunch of his brow. “Your toes… is that glitter?”

“Kostilus, ñuha dārilaros,” Please, my prince, you cannot help but whine. You are on the cusp of your second release and the fear of waking up looms over you. “I must have you.” 

The High Valyrian renews his attention, as you hope it would, and he pushes to fold you in half, the new angle allowing him to slip into your cunt deeper than before. His arms hold himself on each side, caging you in, and his soft, silver tresses spill onto your bare chest with a tickle. You moan in abandon from the stretch of him reentering you as his hips rut against you. 

It rolls in waves, gooseflesh rippling over every inch of your body and your nipples taut from the pleasure, clenching at his cock. The tears spill from the corners of your eyes as you repeat his name, “Aemond, Aemond-”

His thrusts become sloppy and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you; you open your legs to allow him to fall forward against you, a damp brow to your own. You steady your breath, savoring the mixture of his scent combined with the scent of sex, wanting to savor your unconscious a moment longer. Your sex dreams never ended so satisfactory before and you knew it would not be much longer. You bring your hand to his defined jawline to tilt his head up, bringing your lips to his with a slow, lingering kiss. 

But you do not wake up, instead Aemond drags you beneath the covers and pulls you flush against his chest, which is hard and warm and molds perfectly with the softness of your backside in the most delicious way. 

“You may leave me in the morning,” he murmurs in your ear as he nuzzles into the back of your neck and hair. 

When you wake up, you are back on your couch and nestled beneath your blanket, the menu music of House of the Dragon playing on repeat from your television. Warmth envelopes you as you remember the vivid dream you had and you push to sit upright. 

I will always fall asleep with you on, but your thoughts are cut short from the cold that touches your bare chest. Your hands wash over your body, naked, and you wince when your finger touches the gash in between your breasts. 

Your eyes widen in disbelief.

Where the fuck was your Bowie shirt. 

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[curlyfries967-blog]

Vamos A Bailar

Word Count 10.0+

WARNING NSFW THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY SMUT.

FemaleReader, BreedingKink, BDSM, Shibari, RopePlay, Blindfolds, Edging, Facefucking, Primal Play, PraiseKink, Toys. If it's not your cup of tea then please find something else to read.

Plot: you haven't seen Miguel in a month and a half because he's been busy with work. But tonight is your date night together at a Salsa Social and he's going to make it up to you.

Light chatter and upbeat passionate music fills the air as you enter the large dance hall room. Your new heels gently click on the marble floor as you navigate about. Your black dress flowed with ease as it danced around your thighs just above your knees. Your kind gentle eyes search the crowded hall for your missing partner. The one who swore to you that he would be here on time tonight. You have not seen him in almost an entire month. Maybe you wouldn't see him tonight. A disappointed click escapes from your mouth and tongue, realizing that he wasn't here at all. Your shoulders slump disheartened looking down at your watch. Miguel was late to your date night. He gave his word that he would be there for you. 

The man was always late to everything. He never meant to be a disappointment, but he’s so focused on his work that sometimes he doesn’t even realize what time it is. 

He does always make it, though. He’s reliable that way. 

You see a familiar tall, muscular man with dark brown eyes and curly dark hair. His large figure made him stand out from the crowd around the two of you. He's wearing a black button up along with charcoal gray ripped jeans. When he spots you he smiles and walks up to you. His biceps bulge effortlessly as they hold up two glasses of wine in his possession. 

"I'm sorry I'm late," he apologized quickly, leaning in, placing a kiss on your cheek. He handed you a glass of wine. Making up for his lateness with some sweetness. 

"What happened to being on time?" You asked, feeling crossed with him. 

"Hobie happened," he groans in disdain, rubbing the bridge of his nose,  before taking a sip from his glass. 

"Oh?" You laughed while drinking from your glass. You knew the teenager enjoys giving Miguel a run for his money. But as long as you knew Hobie, he was always respectful and kind towards you. But whenever Miguel had his moments of ranting or venting about him. You could have sworn he was describing another person or talking about somebody else completely different from the Hobie you knew. 

"What did he do this time?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, placing a hand on your hip and turning towards him. 

"He messed up the inventory again," he replied, shaking his head and letting out a big sigh. "I swear that boy lacks basic skills." 

You couldn't help but laugh at his rant, knowing how much Hobie's actions bothered him. But despite his complaints, there was a warmth to his attitude towards his younger coworker, and you knew that the two of them had a special connection despite their differences.

"Work is like a daycare. It's like trying to manage a bunch of kids and it's damn near impossible." He's beginning to get worked up and catches himself before it ruins his evening.

He changes the topic not wanting to talk about the frustrating teenager nor his job, "You look absolutely stunning, Cariña," he successfully distracts you with a compliment and his rare mesmerizing smile. His dark brown eyes soak up your beauty. Your hair was in a braided bun, lips were ruby and enticing to look at. His eyes lingered longer looking at your welcoming full lips. 

Flustered by his kind words, you can't help but smile back. You had always been conscious of your looks but his attention made your confidence skyrocket like never before. You can't help but look around, seeing if anyone was watching, though a part of you didn't care. There was something in his eyes, in the way he was staring at your lips. Feeling your heartbeat accelerating, you took a drink of your wine, hoping to ease your nerves. As you swallow, you felt a pair of strong hands slide along your sides, causing butterflies in your tummy.

"You're not so bad yourself," you gestured to his clothes with your free hand. 

"I really didn't think ripped jeans would look good on me," he confessed, giving you a slow threesixty of his outfit that you had laid out for him on the bed, "You have good taste." Absolutely, the clothes you picked highlighted his assets. If you left it up to him; he would have dressed as comfortably as possible in sweats and a hoodie. Not that you had an issue with his outfit choices, but tonight was Salsa night and he promised you a romantic evening together. 

"You'd look good in anything," you said coyly. You had picked out a pair of clothes for him, and you were right: they did compliment his physique. His arms bulged as he waved around his glass of wine, causing him to flex his biceps. He even looked handsome in ripped jeans. What can't this man get away with? He was charming, kind, and incredibly sexy. How did you get so lucky?

"Why thank you, gorgeous," he responded, turning to you with a grin, his eyes twinkling from your compliment. His confident smirk was enough to make you want to bite that cocky bottom lip, but you didn't let yourself go out of control. As your gaze traveled down his body, you saw how those ripped jeans accentuated his muscular frame, making your heart sink a little. How was he so ripped and so attractive at the same time? He was the ultimate tease and you just couldn't get enough. 

Letting out a long breath, you took a sip from your wine, feeling your thoughts wander. This night was promising to be a good one and you were looking forward to a bit more than salsa.

A guitarist on stage played with passion, his fingers moving deftly over the strings as the singer's voice soared above the music. Emotion of the music washes over both your bodies. The couples that were there on the dance floor, spun and moved around each other. The sounds of trumpets filled the room, along with a cowbell, other chorus of instruments that the Banda played. He listens to the beautiful music as he then wraps his arm around your waist as he starts to move to the beat of the music.

You lean against him as he guides both of you towards the dance floor. As the music takes over you, feeling his body rhythmically rocking against yours, you feel yourself giving in to the passion of it all. Dancing like nobody's watching, you let yourself enjoy the moment, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist and your smile stretched across your face. You were in your element and you didn't care if people were staring. This was your night and you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

You love it when Miguel dances with you. Not that he's a professional at it, but there's something about holding him close that makes you weak in the knees. You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Tonight is perfect, and you feel a little better about Miguel being late. You're lucky to have a boyfriend like him.

"I love the music here," He says as he then pulls you closer to his side while still moving to the beat of the music.

"I do too," you replied, turning slightly towards him and placing a kiss on his chiseled cheek. "It just screams romance, doesn't it?" You raised your glass in a toast, and he clinked his own against it, his fingers lingering in yours. "To a perfect night," you said, before taking another sip. 

Feeling his warm breath on your cheek, you couldn't help but smile. This was the kind of evening that made you feel alive inside. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company, it almost felt out of this world…

"Let's dance," he takes you out to further into the dance floor. 

"You lead, love," you say, allowing him to take charge. Miguel is much more of an extrovert than you are, and he loves being the center of attention. You have no problem letting him take the lead, and he happily obliges. He takes you out on to the dance floor, and soon you're swept up in his arms. You dance together for hours, losing track of time and the rest of the world. Your mind is only occupied by Miguel and the way he makes you feel.

You're his yang to his yin when you two danced together. He steps towards and you mirrored him opposite. And vice versa as you step towards him, smiling up at him. He held your right arm up with your left hand and gently made you twirl on the floor. He loves to show you off in front of jealous eyes. He tugs you towards his body. His large hand resting on the small of your bare back, his touch sent goosebumps running down your spine. He knew exactly what he was doing, giving you such a devilish sultry smile. A nervous giggle escapes your lips, "Miguel!"

"Tu querias a bailar." He snickers, drawing you closer. You were so close to him now that it was impossible not to blush at each touch. You were still a little nervous around Miguel; but he made you feel safe, and that's what mattered. You felt yourself relaxing in his care, and your smile grew. 

"I love you, Miguel," you said, looking into his eyes. You meant it, every word. You had never loved someone as much as you loved Miguel.

"I love you, too," he replied, pulling you in for a kiss. 

His large body towers over you and he ever so slowly kisses you. Your head felt fuzzy, you weren't sure if it's the wine or  if it was the effect he had on you. The kiss made you stumble in your sparkly high heels, causing you to accidentally roll awkwardly on your ankle and step on his toe. Mortified, you gasp. You were so embarrassed that you wanted to curl up and die. 

"Are you okay, Amor?' Miguel asked, he caught your arm just in time preventing you from falling. He kissed you on the forehead, and you could feel your cheeks glowing red from his affection. He made you feel comforted, even when you felt like a total fool.

"I'm sorry, Love" you mumbled looking down at your heels while the music came to a steady halt, "Did you still want to dance?" The back of your heel stung a bite but you ignored it, you're only focused on the man before you. 

"Always. Let's keep dancing," he replied, taking your hand into his and leading you back onto the dance floor. You were still embarrassed, but you knew that Miguel had already forgiven you and forgotten your clumsiness.

The music was at a lively tempo and the crowd on the dancefloor moved faster. Leads turned and twisted their followers to the rhythm of the beat. Miguel was experienced, he held both your small hands in both of his large ones. He guided you and spun you around. Loving the way you dance  and move about your body. There was nothing else like dancing with Miguel. It didn't matter what moves you did or how you did them; as long as you had his large hands as your guide, you knew you'd be okay. You trusted him above anyone else and knew he'd take care of you. He always did.You turned and twisted and twirled, following his lead. He was like a magnet, making you feel at home in his arms. This was where you belonged, and you were never going to let him go.

A tap on the shoulder from a gentleman on the floor catches Miguel off guard.

"Can I dance with her, next?" He inquired peering at you.

You weren't thrilled by this other guy tapping Miguel on the shoulder and asking to dance with you. Your boyfriend seemed a little taken aback by the man's question, too. In your opinion, Miguel was the only one allowed to touch you, let alone dance with you.

He shoots the man a look of annoyance, even though it wasn't the man's fault at all, but the simple fact that he has to share this woman with *someone* is enough to cause him some degree of annoyance, however brief it may be. 

"Sorry, she's taken," he says simply, almost sounding a little possessive. 

"Thanks anyway," he adds quickly as if to soften the blow, just so he doesn't give the poor man the wrong idea about them.

The man gives in and Miguel whisks you away to the sound of music. "My sweet," you said, "My feet are a little sore. Can I sit down for a bit?" You bat your long lashes at him. Truth be told, your new high heels are killing you. And to break them in on the dancefloor was a completely dumb choice on your part. 

"Of course, love," Miguel said, nodding. "Let's sit down and get some ice water or something." He led you off the dance floor and into the seating area, where he ordered drinks for the two of you. He sat you down in a chair, making sure you were comfortable, and then sat down next to you. He put his arm around your shoulders protectively, and you were safe in his embrace. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, worried. His brows furrowed scanning your face. You seemed in pain, and he was anxious to help you.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, "Yes, Love" A waiter dropped off your drinks at the table for the two of you. Miguel drinks a dark amber liquid from a short and stout glass. You had another tall glass of wine. You moved your feet to get a better look at your sore heel. You noticed a red, burning, sore forming right at the back of where your heel strap was touching. You figured it was from the constant friction of the strap digging into your skin. 

"Do you want me to take a look at your feet?" Miguel asked, putting down his glass. He looked concerned as he looked at your heel strap, his brow furrowing deeper. He seemed worried about you, and as always, you could feel his kindness radiating through you. Even if he acted indifferent around the others; he would always let his guard down around you. 

"No,no, " you waved it off trying to downplay the discomfort, "I'm going to take a small break from dancing." You didn't want him to worry about you.  You didn't want to ruin salsa night. However, your feet were killing you and aching terribly. 

"Are you sure?" Miguel asked, looking at you sympathetically with soft chocolate eyes. He didn't want you walking around with pain in your feet. If going home earlier meant you didn't have to deal with that, then it was worth it. He put down his glass of whiskey, and his hand was still on your shoulder. 

"I'll drive us home," he stated firmly, not wanting to hear you protest. There was no point in arguing with him once he's concerned about your well-being. 

You stand wobbling unsteadily on your feet. You were unsure if it was the wine or exhaustion overcoming you. "Miguel, would you please be a dear-" you wince from placing too much weight on one of your feet. "Ouch!" You cried softly. 

"Let me get you out of those shoes," Miguel said quickly, kneeling down and unstrapping your heels. As he took off your shoes, he carefully inspected the redness forming on your heels. "Dios mio," he sighed grimly. "You can hardly walk. Let me help you." 

He picked you up in his arms effortlessly and carried you out of the club.

Your face burns a bright beet red as onlookers watch him carry you out. "This is embarrassing," you mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck, refusing to look at any more people. His cologne was pleasant and soothing. You inhaled slowly through your nose and exhaled out, not aware that your breath brushed just under his earlobe. 

Miguel chuckled softly, but he didn't disagree with you. Your lover just kept walking. He didn't care if other people were watching him. All that mattered right now was that he made sure his girlfriend (you) were safe and comfortable. He brought you to his car and opened the door for you, helping you get inside before walking around the front. After climbing in himself, he started the car and carefully backed out of his parking space.

He looked into your eyes as he drove, smiling warmly. "Almost home, love," he comforted you.

You loved to watch him drive. His corded muscles showing off as he navigates the steering wheel. His brown eyes focused on the road.  His right hand rested on your thigh giving you reassuring strokes with his thumb. You squirm rubbing your thighs together. Goodness, you couldn't collect yourself to save your life. You felt a familiar ache form. A sense of neediness.

"M-Miggles-" you mumbled softly, "How much longer till we get home?"

You gripped both of your hands on top of his hand which rested on your thigh, squeezing in hopes that he would get the message. Your stomach slowly filled with butterflies as you imagined what else he could be doing with his hand. 

Miguel quickly glanced at you then returned his gaze on the road, and he could read your thoughts just by the look on your face. He knew exactly what you wanted him to do, so he gave you even more than what you were expecting. He squeezed your thigh in the way he knew you liked it, and his fingers brushed against your skin. You could feel a tingle running through you, and you grew hotter with every passing second. 

"Home's just five minutes down the road, Hermosa," he chuckled. He smelled your excitement. And knew you were getting hot and bothered. He shifted in his seat a little bit to relieve his forming hard-on. 

"Five minutes?" You grumbled pouting, "I don't think I can wait that long." You traced your fingers tantalizingly up and down his forearm. He was built. Absolutely strong. You admired his muscles.  Your fingers moving up and down and further up to his biceps. 

"I can make it two minutes, if you prefer," Miguel said playfully. You were teasing him by tracing your fingers over his arm, and he loved it. He felt his heart beating faster the more your fingers grazed over his muscles. He drove a little faster than usual, and it wasn't long before you got closer and closer to his house. 

When he pulled into the driveway, he turned to you. "We're here," he said.

Eagerly you wrapped your arms around his right arm and pulled him towards you. Your lips finally meet. It was hot, sincere, and needy. 

He pulled you close, loving how eagerly you kissed him. You were both in need of this, and it felt so good to finally be in each other's arms again after not being around each other a whole month.

"I love you so much, Cariña," he whispered into your ear. "I never want to go anywhere without you." There was a lot of truth in his words. You were his world, and he never wanted to be apart from you. He hated being away from you. 

When you broke apart, he rested his lips on your cheek. It was a soft kiss, filled with love and affection.

"I love you, more." You giggled as he pulled you closer. Your elbow accidently hit the volume button unmuting the radio. Loud music blared throughout the vehicle startling you both. A fit of laughter escapes from Miguel as he quickly turns off the radio. 

Miguel laughed with you, and soon the pair of you couldn't stop giggling. It was the little things that made you laugh with each other, and you both loved that. 

"Shall we go in?" The handsome man asks after a few more minutes of laughter. He looks at you, giving you a playful wink. Even through all the laughter, he still looks dashing, you thought to yourself. How was he so good-looking?

"Only if you take me to bed," you quipped playfully. You couldn't take your eyes off him only because everything felt like a dream. You didn't want to take your eyes off him. If you blinked you were scared he would disappear. 

"I'll take you in bed while I'm at it," Miguel teased, his eyebrows raising suggestively. Your eyes were already glued to him, and his question only amplified your attraction to him. He laughed at your reaction to his words, and you could hear a little excitement in his voice. He knew that those words would get a reaction from you, and he wanted you to say yes.

"Absolutely, my sweet," you chimed. He gets out of the car and makes his way over to your side of the door. The tall Hispanic mixed man opens it, taking your hand and pulling you up to him. In a blink of an eye he throws you over his shoulder. You squeal, laughing dangling over him. His hands securely warped behind your thighs; careful to make sure you don't slip from his grip. It's some miracle he's not out of breath. He made you feel weightless. It was a strange feeling, but it was also exhilarating. And with his hands wrapped around your thighs, you knew you were safe in his arms.

"Miguel, you're so strong," you said with admiration thinking about how easily he could spin you around on the dancefloor or carry you anywhere he wanted. Impulsively you smack his bottom as you face his back upside down. It's only fair if he could carry you like that. You had the privilege to smack his toned glutes. So firm. You burst into another fit of laughter as you felt the blood flow to your head. 

"Did you just smack my ass?" He was perplexed and annoyed by your sudden impulsivity. The muscular guy was still able to walk and navigate the walkway to his driveway, but he was laughing so hard at your reaction that his face was a bright red. The keys jingle in his hand as he unlocks the door. 

"It was right in my face," you lilt. "Again those gray jeans do you so much Justice." He shrugs his broad shoulders and nods agreeing with you. He guided you to the bedroom. 

You're a little dizzy as he led you to the master bedroom where it was far more intimate. He gently closed the door behind the two of you. You could feel that he wanted you, and you wanted him just as badly.

"Ready for tonight?" He throws you over on the mattress. 

"Oof-" you plop on the Bedding and he manages to dishevel your hair from throwing you there. 

Smiling and teasing you move away from him by crawling off the bed, "What's gonna happen tonight?" You played dumb.

You waltz to the other side of the bedroom, away from your loving partner, undressing yourself without a care in the world. Your dress dropped pooling around your feet. Your hands reach up into your hair and unleash the braided bun it was in. You were bare. You felt his eyes follow your every move.

He swallows thickly "Oh, you already know..." He grinned at your teasing tone of voice, finding himself becoming more and more excited as you undressed in front of him. He could clearly see how much effort you had put into your hair, and he loved it. 

"Are you trying to get a raise out of me?" Miguel said softly, a lilt in his voice. "Because it's working."

His eyes were locked onto you, and he hadn't looked away since you began to take off your dress.

"Is it working?" you quizzically pondered, You exposed yourself to him, just for a moment in panties and all. Making sure your back was arched just right.

"Oh, definitely." Miguel's voice was husky and low. "It's definitely working. I don't think I've ever seen you look so beautiful," he continued. 

And you looked absolutely stunning. Everything about you was perfect, and this was the first time in a while Miguel had seen you like this. He was always cooped up at work, working with the other spider people.  He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and his hands were shaking with anticipation. He had never felt so excited before.

"Hmm…" you drawled amused, "I wonder if I should just go to sleep, already? It is past our bedtime."

"In your underwear?" Miguel replied with a smirk. "I think you know that's a bad idea." He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, grinning cheekily at you.

"What do you suggest I should do, sir?"

He loved the way you addressed him. He felt something tingle inside of him. He slowly licked his bottom lip, his tan fingers raked through his dark curly hair. His brown ravenous eyes carefully regarding you. He knows the woman before him is pushing for a chase; a little game of cat and mouse. He might give in just a little bit.

"I suggest you undress all the way and come back," Miguel said with a satisfied grin. "Or I could just come over there and make you do what I want."

He was teasing again, but it wasn't without a little bit of truth to it. Miguel was more than happy to make you do what he wanted; he just wanted to know whether or not your intentions were to play hard to get, or if you really were going to get changed before sleeping. 

That's Exactly what you wanted to hear, "Make me then,"  you  challenged him. Miguel was only too happy to oblige. Before you could even blink, he had caught you in a firm grasp. One of his hands was wrapped around your waist, while his other hand gently caressed your neck. His forehead gently touched yours as he looked into your eyes; they were like the sun, warm and radiant.

"You really wanna play hard to get?" Miguel said, a smirk spread across his lips. His voice was low and raspy, and you could see that he couldn't wait to play along with you.

"Absolutely..." You said squirming away from his laxed grip. You managed to escape from his hold, and dart across the bedroom attempting to get away from the superhuman you have as a boyfriend.

"Are you really doing this?" Miguel said annoyed as he caught up to you.

This time, he pinned you against the wall as he leaned into you. "You have nowhere to go," he whispered into your ear. His tone was suggestive but not too revealing, and his hand still caressed your neck as he leaned in to you.

"I guess not, huh?" Your eyes flutter relishing in the fact that you felt his full weight pressed against you. His chest pressed up against your bare soft mounds. You reached out and cupped his jawline ever so tenderly admiring him. You loved to touch his stubbles. His full lips were just centimeters away from yours. You felt his hot breath brush over your cheeks, nose, and lips. Miguel didn't let you speak. When you reached up to his face, he leaned in and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It was deep and soft, yet there was a spark behind it that let you know how eager Miguel was.

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, and he pulled you in even closer to him. One of his hands went to the small of your back, and you felt a tingle run down your spine. His kiss became firmer as the moment went on, and he became more and more eager.He leans down, pressing his warm lips against yours again. His tongue slips past your teeth, exploring the wetness of your mouth. He tastes your sweet nectar, savouring the flavor. He moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to your hips as they grind together. You push your hands into his hair, holding him close as you press your bodies together. You could feel your nipples hardening, and you could practically taste the need between both of you. Your dainty arms snake around his big shoulders and neck.

"I want you," you  breathlessly murmured against his now bruised lips, "Please, please, please…"

"What do you want me to do, Cariña?" Miguel asked as he broke away from you for a moment and stared into your eyes.

His eyes were full of love, longing, desire, and passion as he stared into you. When he kissed you again, there was so much longing that it was overwhelming. You had never been kissed with this kind of love, and it felt incredible. 

Miguel was experienced in rigging up ties. It came along with his superhero responsibilities since he developed spinnerets in his arms. He sat back a little bit rubbing his fingers along his stubbles lost in thought. And wondered what kind of ties would suit the woman before him. Knowing you well now he knows you loved to be chased and tied down. You loved surrendering yourself to him. Granting him permission to anything to your body, as long as you were safe and comfortable with it.

"What are you waiting fo-" you blurt out loud pulling Miguel out from his train of thoughts. He stuck his fingers in your mouth before you can even finish your sentence. Dark brown eyes were looking down at you, "How are you so pretty and impatient?" His gaze darkens admiring how well you suck his fingers down.  He chuckled at the way you looked at him in disbelief when your sentences were interrupted.

"I'm just thinking," Miguel said with a smug smirk and paused for a moment before adding, "I have an idea for us now."

Your boyfriend is right. You were a gorgeous woman, but sometimes you could get a little impatient. You couldn't help it though it's because you missed him terribly. You couldn't help but blush as he complimented you about your beauty and your impatience. It felt as though you were always impatient when it came to him; he simply ignited a primal drive in you that you could never ignore.

He withdraws his fingers reluctantly from your mouth. "Oh, yeah?" you said with a grin. "What exactly were you thinking about? You definitely have me curious." You had an inkling of suspicion you knew what he had in mind; you could see it in his eyes.

"Stay." He orders you.

And you happily obliged laying back in bed stretching out your body as he shifted his weight off of you. He stalks towards the toy box that was at the foot of the bed. And retrieves some special toys in his possession. You stayed where you were, looking up at him as he retrieved the toys. You were curious as to what he was planning, but you couldn't help but keep your eyes on him as he walked to the toy box. His strong body was on full display, and no matter how many times you saw him, there was always something about his body that you couldn't help but stare at.

"Should I be scared?" You teased with a grin.

Miguel couldn't help but start chuckling as he looked at you. He looked down at you, amused by your comment. "Only a little," he chuckled, looking down at you with a grin. "Or maybe a lot." He gave you a kiss on the forehead, and he looked down at you as he gently grabbed your shoulders.

"I'm only kidding," he said with a smirk. "I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to." He was always trying to take care of you, and he always wanted you to feel safe and protected.

You couldn't help but laugh at this. "Am I allowed to move now? Or do I have to be a good girl and stay put?" You teased, your eyebrows raising. You could see something in his eyes, and he definitely had something planned for you. You hadn't had this much fun in a while, and you couldn't wait to see what he had planned.

"Ven aquí," he motioned you to move to the edge of the bed with a finger curling in his direction. You bite your bottom lip sitting up immediately and scoot to him. Your bare legs dangling off the bed as you stay up looking up at his big clothed body with Doe eyes. "Good Girl," he praised. In his possession he had a black silk blind fold. Your heart pounding loudly against your ribcage, as you watched him lazily roll up his sleeves. You watched a sin unfold before you. He could hear it. The anticipation and discomfort he was causing poor little you. With his super hearing he smirked at the increased heart rate he caused you. He reached over your shoulders, his breath deliciously near your ear you squirmed, rubbing your legs together. He inhaled slowly through his nose, your scent tainting his senses. The man standing before has you absolutely riled up.

"We're going with the Traffic Light system," he promoted you, "Green means?" 

"Good," You chimed in a little too quickly, "Yellow means easy. And Red is Stop." You blurted out the rest ready to get to the best part- him fucking you.

His chest rumbles as he chuckles, "Good Girl." He ties the fabric over your eyes, taking away your vision. You had to rely and solely depend on him. 

He pointed his spinnerets at you and craftily tied you up in his crimson red web. You felt constricted and secured. The red web wrapped around your shoulders and bare chest, forming a star. And along and between your thighs he weaved and wrapped the silk web several times, where it stopped up just above your belly button and wrapped around the small of your back. You felt the web gently tug into your skin as you wiggled. "The more you move the tighter it gets" he reminds you, "Behave yourself." The rope also becomes loose if he tugs and twists it a certain way. 

He tied you up so effortlessly, just like Spider-Man would do with his foes. You sat there, all tied up, your blindfold on, unable to see what he was doing. It was a rather unique experience; all you could do was sit there and let him do whatever he had planned for you.

"I'll be a good girl," you said as he finished tying you up. You were happy to play along with this little game, and you couldn't wait to see what he would do to you next.

"Excelente," he mused regarding his masterpiece with half hooded lust filled eyes. You felt him shove you back by the shoulders, and you flop back, your hair cascading around you on the linens. A nervous giggle escapes from your lips. 

Miguel was so good at this. He used his powers to tie you up, and now you were completely vulnerable. You were still so attracted to him, even after all the times he had wrapped you up like this.

"You enjoy tying me up don't you?" You couldn't help but chuckle. You loved it when he dominated you in many different ways,  and you wanted him to keep going. You looked forward to whatever he had planned next, and you would happily let him have the reigns.

"You look beautiful," you heard him say.

Your boyfriend had a way with his words. "Oh, thank you..." you said softly as you heard him give you that compliment. It always meant a lot coming from him, and you could tell he meant it when he said it. You both knew how much he meant it when he complimented you, and you loved him for being so genuine about it.

You could already feel those lustful feelings boiling over, and you knew he had something special in mind.

He reached over and grabbed a large white Wand. He kept it out of sight from you purposely when he received the blindfold. You hear an audible click followed by a buzz coming to life. 

You could feel goosebumps slowly rise up on your skin as you heard the click and the buzz, and you weren't quite sure what exactly was going on. You couldn't help but notice a little bit of fear mingling within your excitement. What was he going to do to you? You couldn't wait to find out; you were eager to see what he had planned.

He tactfully places the vibrating wand on the outside of your thigh. You jerked from the sensation. "Gah!" You gasp wiggling away feeling the web grow snugger on your skin. You were quick to stop the movement, stilling yourself. 

Miguel laughed at your quick reaction as you were distracted by the wand. He was surprised by how quickly you caught on to what he was doing, and he was impressed at your ability to follow his direction. You were definitely doing well so far.

"I'm very impressed," he said, smirking a little bit as he saw how well you were able to do as he directed. "You seem to be handling everything very well."

Lazily he glides the wand up and over your perky mounds. The web tied around your torso made them look more pronounced. You breath hitches and a small delicious whimper escapes your lips. 

"Oh?" Miguel was surprised by the sound you made as he dragged the wand all over your body. He continued to drag it around, making the webbing tight every time he did. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable, and you could feel every inch of your skin feeling it.

"How are you doing?" he asked, smirking at the sound you made. It wasn't a good sign, but he enjoyed your reaction as he tormented you.

"I'm great," you huffed trying to resist the urge to pull your bud away from his torturous touch. 

"Oh," he said playfully. "I doubt that you mean it." He knew you were enjoying his torment, of course, and he was happy to be able to have this much power over you. He couldn't help but smile with a chuckle as he continued his little torture session, loving every second of it.

It accidentally drifted over your core. Miguel watched amused.

Miguel laughed. "Where did it move off to?" He was trying to tease you. He had been teasing you all along, but this was the first time he had teased you in a way that could be interpreted as a threat. He was glad that he had found this new way to torment you, and he was looking forward to watching your reaction.

Miguel was trying to make you break, but would you finally have the strength to do it? Or would you give into the pleasure?He managed to elicit several pretty noises from your mouth. The wand rested near your slit. "Miguel-" you plead desperately, withering away. Your face contorted in pleasure 

Miguel leaned into you. He couldn't help but chuckle at you as he looked at you as you pleaded with him. He leaned in even closer and whispered into your ear, "What is it, Amor? Is something wrong?" He looked at your quivering body.

"I'm going to cum" you cried out to him, "Can't do this." 

Miguel's eyes lit up, and he felt an air of excitement building within him. "Oh, are you sure?" he whispered. "It looks like you were having so much fun..." He smirked, giving you one last taunt. He was so close to finally getting a reaction from you.

You heard a loud click just between your legs. And all hell broke loose. The buzz grew louder and was stronger. Much stronger. Your back arched up feeling the web press tighter into your skin. 

Miguel smirked as he watched your reaction. "Having fun, yet?" He watched you fight through the pain and the pleasure, and he loved seeing you react this way. He couldn't help but laugh as the tension between you two built and built. 

"I think you should just give in," he said softly.

"But you're going to punish me," you wailed, breathing harder with every moment that passed. You don't have to see him to know he had a condescending shit eating grin on his face. You could hear it in his voice as he coaxed you to give in. It was a trap and you knew better. Your body kept tensing up, you carefully try to move your body in a way that didn't trigger the webs to constrict you. Miguel noticed and pressed just a little bit harder on to your core.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk; he was loving the way you were reacting to his little punishment. He enjoyed tormenting you, and he could tell that you were getting a kick out of it. Even if it hurt a little, you were clearly having fun.

"Oh?" he said, taunting you. "Are you scared now?" he laughed. "I can be much worse if I wanted to. Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes, please" 

Miguel smirked. "Oh, is that so?" he asked. He continued to drag the wand all over, enjoying the reaction he was getting from you. Every time you squirmed, he knew he had found something that worked. He would give you a little more of it, enjoying your reaction as the web tightened around you and the wand continued to tease you.

"Is this better?" he asked. "Or should I give you a little more?"

Your tears pricked the corner of your eyes darkening your blindfold. You felt a small lump form in the back of your throat feeling it get tight. Maybe you shouldn't have begged for more. The handsome devil who taunts you watched in amusement. Miguel knew if you didn't want this you would have said a color by now. He leaned over your tied up beautiful body. His dark chocolate eyes devour the carnal sight. The web tightens in just the right spots. You didn't hear it but you definitely felt it. The wand abruptly stops its little sadistic ministrations gone.  His calloused rough palms caresses your quivering body, his fingers tracing along the web. He made sure it didn't cut off your blood circulation. You jumped at his sudden tender touch. 

"Better?" he asked. "How are you feeling?" Miguel was getting some sort of pleasure out of watching your reaction, and he couldn't help but smile at you once he stopped. He continued to run his hands over you, his fingers moving softly along the web. He leaned in, as his lips brushed against your ear and he whispered into it, "I love watching you struggle."

Miguel was happy that he had managed to push you this far; you were so easy to torment. He loved having this much power over you, and he loved using it to test every limit you had. He knew that he had pushed you to your limit, and he was curious to see whether or not you would reach it.

Your body trembled slightly as he touched you, and you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a few moans. You weren't quite sure why you were reacting this way, but you knew that you were enjoying it. You were happy to play whatever games Miguel wanted you to, and you could already feel yourself getting wetter.

"I want to make you feel good," you confessed, feeling guilty that he was tending to your desires. You hadn't done anything to show him your love and appreciation. You strained your ears to hear him, the echoes of the wand still lingered in your eardrums. "Hermosa," His rough fingers curled around your chin holding you in place. Even though your vision was robbed from you; you certainly felt his gaze on you. And you were right Miguel's breath brushed over your lips his eyes fixated on 

"I love it when you call me that," you admitted, your voice breaking a little bit. He could tell you were trying to stay strong, but he could also tell that you were close to breaking. Was that his goal this whole time? To push you just close enough to break you? You would definitely learn a lot about yourself if your boyfriend managed to get you to scream for mercy again.

As Miguel held onto your chin, you could hear his voice come close to your ears. "What do you think you deserve, my love?" he whispered.

"I deserve you." You whisper back so quietly you were unsure if he heard you. Your body shook in waves sending small tremors to your hands and feet. 

"Oh, do you now?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement as he held your chin. "Do you think you truly deserve me?" Miguel was going to make you earn his affection, and he was looking forward to the challenge. He was certain that you wouldn't be able to keep yourself together much longer.

He couldn't help but smile as he spoke, knowing exactly what it meant to you. He enjoyed knowing how much power he had over you. "How would you prove it?" he whispered.

"I want you in my mouth," you sobbed tears begin to stain the blindfold, "I want you to feel good too, Miguel."  

Miguel smirked. It was clear that you were close to breaking, and he couldn't help but continue to push you further. He was enjoying himself, and he couldn't help it. It was almost as if he couldn't help himself from tormenting you in this way. Miguel was loving every second of this.

You begged for him, and he laughed in excitement. He looked forward to punishing you in more ways to get you to beg for him. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, his smugness obvious.

"I guess it can't be helped," he sighed. You felt the bed shift and he was no longer near you. The sound of jingling metal could be heard. The bronze being slowly removed his belt and along with his jeans. His package stood up loud and proud, clearly triggered by your pleas. He then rid himself of the black button up by tossing it away. He stalked back to you a little disappointed you couldn't admire his body but that was fine. He tossed his brown locks back with his fingers and crawled back to you. His tawny lips trailed from your toe to your heels. Apologetically kissing the sore that formed from dancing earlier tonight. He worked his way up to your ankle and shin reaching your knee. He nipped at your plump thighs, careful not to puncture you with his fangs. You felt blissful. 

As Miguel leaned in, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure. His touch was so delicate, and he seemed so concerned with you. You could feel every part of yourself begin to relax, and you could feel every inch of yourself come alive with pleasure. It was a stark contrast to the pain you had felt just a moment ago. You were so happy that he was touching you.

Miguel was surprised that you were already falling for him again, but he didn't hold it against you. He continued to move up your body, taking his time and being as careful as possible. 

Ever so slowly he worked his way up to your breasts. Admiring how you melted under him. He kissed your puffy sensitive mounds. His full lips tantalizingly traced up from your collarbone to the crease of your neck. He fingers tweak at your peaks earning more pretty noises from you.

"Hermosa, a donde mi quieres?" He huskily groaned in your ear.

"M-my mouth," you meekly answer.

Pleased and satisfied with your answer, he crawled up your body, both knees rested on both sides of your head caging you in. He placed your arms above your head and shifted enough to pin them down with his knees. He grabbed his gifted package with its crimson, angry, big tip. He traced it around your lips. Precum coating your mouth like lipgloss.

"Are you going to suck me off like a good cumslut?" He coos cruelly to you. 

"Yes, Sir," you part your lips, your tongue out desperately waiting for him to stuff your mouth full.

A low groan escapes from him. "Open your fucking throat," he hissed. He forced his heavy cock all the way to the back of your hot warm mouth. "Mierda, is this what you wanted?" he was going to remold your throat to his size once again. He hated having to do this to you, but he did work a lot and now he was going to make up for the loss of time. His hips rock steadily, finding a rhythm suitable for both of you. 

You happily obliged, gagging down and slurping him up. Miguel chuckled. Was this really it? It was what you wanted, but he was expecting you to keep going. He was expecting it to get louder. He was expecting to be able to hear you scream just a little more, but he could tell that you were already broken. Miguel growled deep in his throat as you opened your mouth wider, allowing him to slide deeper. You loved the feeling of having him fill your entire mouth, and you did your best to swallow every inch of him. You felt his girth stretching your cheeks, and you loved the sensation. It made you feel powerful and sexy, and you didn't mind one bit.

"Maybe we should move on to something else," he said.

Desperately you lapped at his thick cock, you had already memorized where his veins were warped decoratively. In hopes that he would keep cock there for you to enjoy just a little bit longer. Drool and precum ran down your chin. 

Miguel chuckled. He stopped thrusting into your mouth. You were so eager to please him. He couldn't help but be amused by you as you continued work on his cock, enjoying the pleasure. He enjoyed seeing you beg for him, and he was happy to have power over you.

He wanted to push you beyond your limits, and he was going to do it. "Do you really want my cock in here?" he asked. "Or do you want something more?"Your mouth was stuffed full with him. 

At this point you didn't even care anymore. He had your arms pinned above your head. Your head is trapped between his muscular thighs. You just wanted him and whatever he gave you you would gladly accept it.

"Answer me." He withdraws his cock.

But you moved your head up stubbornly trying to take him back into your mouth. Oh no, he wasn't having that. He wrapped his entire hand around your pretty neck and forced you down, choking you. 

"Ahora," he growled. 

Miguel couldn't help but laugh. Your response was expected, but he had been hoping for an answer that would lead him down a different route. He couldn't get over how easily you were willing to bow down to him. It was like he was the king, and you had to bow down to him. He enjoyed feeling that way, and he was certainly going to utilize it more.

Miguel leaned in close to your ear, and he whispered to you, "I want to make you feel good. How can I do that?" he asked softly a stark contrast of how he handled you. 

"Do whatever you want, Love, please" you cried "I just want you." And with that a sinister light bulb went off in his head. He retrieved the white wand while turning slightly and placing it on your puffy clit. He aimed a spinneret at your thigh causing the wand to stick there. Miguel couldn't help but smirk. You were an easy woman to please. He continued to enjoy pushing you, and he liked testing your patience. He got an air of smugness about him, and he couldn't wait for the next step.

The man leaned back slightly. He got an excited look in his eye as he realized what the wand would allow him to do. He couldn't help but smirk, looking forward to seeing your reaction. Miguel loved watching your reaction as he turned on the wand, but he did feel a little guilty. He didn't like to see you in pain, but he loved seeing you struggle. The wand was just the right mixture of the two, and he had gotten you right where he wanted you. You were trapped, unable to escape, but you could still feel all the pleasure the wand was giving you. 

Miguel watched you continue to squirm and moan, and he smiled. He loved that he was able to do that to you. It only made him want to torture and pleasure you more. 

You felt a familiar knot form in your stomach. " I'm gonna cum." You sobbed, "'nna cum. Just fuck me."

"Oh, are you?" he asked softly, looking down at you in amusement. He had been hoping for a reaction, but he didn't expect this. He smiled at how easily you had taken to his plan. Miguel loved that he could turn you on so much. His smirk grew, but he didn't say anything back, just kept on looking down at you. 

He knew exactly what you meant, and he had the power to give it to you. He loved the way he would keep you on your toes; it made him feel powerful and in control. 

You squeezed your eyes closed. The vibrator was the end of you. Your body slowly arched up on its own even with him pinning you down with his weight. Miguel quickly caught on and slipped his large swollen cock his back into your mouth. He thrusted it down your throat along with your air. And the coil in your belly finally snapped. A heady,  broken moan wraps around his dick struggling to move past your stuffed mouth. Your eyes rolling back as you trashed from the fierce orgasm ripping through you. 

"Take it, take it," he growled, pounding balls deep against your chin.

The way your throat tightened around him sent them over the edge. He dumped his cum all in the back of your poor throat. That's all you could do just take his length as you convulsed in pure pleasure. His cock was halfway out and his hand moved around it to pump more out.

"Keep that mouth open and Don't fucking swallow it." He spat warning you fangs on full display. The shiver that went down your spine from the way he barked his order was surreal.

Your mouth was filled with his white creamy relief. And you weren't allowed to consume a single drop. He was mesmerized admiring his handy work.

"Swallow it, Hermosa."

You did.

"Don't waste it or I'll fuck it back into your throat." Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, feeling his cock rest against your wet cheek.

"Show me." He ordered. Your mouth parts wide open showing him what a good girl you are for him. You swallow every last drop he gave you. Miguel smirked to himself, very content . You were such a good girl for him, and he couldn't find anyone else that would suit him like you did. You were the perfect girl for him, and he would treat you the way you deserved. He turned off the wand strapped to your thigh and pressed up against your pussy. 

"You're such a good girl, my little Hermosa," Miguel purrs, pleased with you. "I'm so proud of you." 

"You are?" 

"Of course I am," he smiled. "There isn't anyone else I'd want but you." Miguel's smirk grew. You were amazing, and he could barely hold back his grin. "You're everything I've ever wanted."

Miguel loved you so much. He would do anything you ever asked. But now wasn't the time to talk about his love for you, as he was going to keep pushing you. He was still hard and ready to go.

Miguel rolled you over on all fours, putting you in a vulnerable position. You couldn't escape now, no matter how hard you tried. He had the power, strength, and he was going to use it. This was a different kind of pleasure, and he was going to enjoy it. Miguel looked forward to seeing just how far he could push you.

"I haven't even fucked all your holes yet," he snickers. Miguel grabbed hold of you by the red web and pulled you towards him. Your bottom up in the air, and your arms holding you up. He flipped on the wand that was still attached to your leg. "Ah-" your arms gave out. Your breasts fall to the bed making a deep arch for him. 

"I can't take it," you wailed from the overstimulation on your poor swollen clit. You huffed anxiously unsure if you were ready to do this. Maybe you're in over your head. You should have just changed into your pajamas and gone to bed.

He coos tenderly, "Shh..." He pulled you out from your unfocused and chaotic cluster of thoughts with his deep voice. You feel his rough calloused palms caress your rear in soothing circles.

"Cálmate, you're doing so well for me." He pressed a kiss on your plump ass cheek. As soon as you settled down some more he gave you another reassuring kiss on your cheek. He lined up his large hefty package with your drooling entrance. "Take a deep breath for me," he coached. He plunges into your vibrating slit. "You feel so fucking good, Hermosa." Miguel groans. 

He felt his self control slowly drift away. You winced at the sting in your lower belly hurting as he sheathed himself all the way inside. The tip of his enormous length kissing your cervix greedily. He peppered kisses on your shoulder blade to distract you from the pain. Your folds clenched him tightly, sucking him in deeper.

"Fuck Miguel-"

"I know, I know. You can handle it. This is why I don't like being away from you," he says, "Cause now I have to stretch you out all over again " He told lies.

He loved the way you felt. His favorite part was retraining your body to take him again. He pulled out gritting his teeth as your walls desperately clung to him.

"You're sucking me back in," he hissed, withdrawing his dick.

He thrusts back harder into you starting a rough pace for you to take. He repeatedly pulled your ass by the red web back to meet his hips. Your blind fold loosens  from his fervent movement and friction from your cheek rubbing the bed under you, finally slipping off your eyes. Tears fall out the corner of your eyes landing on the sheets. Your vision was absolutely blurry; you could see nothing but stars flooding your space. Your fists gripped the cover for dear life while your lover indulged himself. 

He made you cum for the Umpteeth time. "Que Rica estas," he growled pounding away at your vibrating pussy.  Skin on skin echoes throughout the bedroom. The large white wand is still buzzing away at your poor throbbing cunt.   You lie there a moaning mess with broken sobs. Drool pools out your mouth soaking the sheet. Miguel's crimson red eyes lock fixated on where you two were connected. He was mesmerized by the way your cunt swallowed him whole. He loves the white frothing ring you created on his slick covered cock. He adored your fucked out expression as his heavy balls pat aggressivly against your pussy's lips.

"Dame una mas," he grunts, snaking an arm around your waist to get between your legs, feeling for your clit. He starts spelling his name on your clit, as if to remind your body who it belongs to. Him. Your lower belly feels full, a knot forming as Miguel summons another oragasm with his cock and fingers. He grabs a fist full of your hair forcing you to look at him. "Look at me," 

You looked at the feral sex god who fucked you from behind. His hair was a mess. Strands of his dark curls were sticking to his forehead. His sun kissed body glistening in sticky sweat. His fangs were visible and holy hell his eyes were red. This is the other version of him that you also loved and cherished dearly as well. His primal and animalistic side that he tried so hard to hide around you. When he was caught in the heat of the moment this version of him would come out. Miguel felt an overwhelming sense of pride. He had you right where he wanted you - a shivering mess on the bed, broken yet wanting more. He couldn't stop leering as he watched your tear stained face twist in pleasure, and he laughed. This was his element, and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could.

Miguel looked down at you in amusement, his smile growing even larger, he rubbed against your vibrating clit. He felt your walls around him squeeze tighter and tighter with every thrust. "Look at me when you fucking cum." He sent you over the edge once again, muscles spasming uncontrollably around his length. Your eyes rolled back, as more tears ran down your face. He loved your cock drunk face. It was that expression alone that sent him over the edge with you. He slams his pelvis into your ass with a wet audible smack. His chest sinks into your back pressing you further into the mattress. His low groan fills your ears with filthy Spanish profanities. He painted your cunt white and filled it up more. You felt a steady stream of liquid squirt out from you and run down your thigh. Every orgasm you have will be associated with him. The man knew how to condition your cunt. He sloppily kissed your tears as you cried out squirming under him.

"No more. I can't take it anymore." You wailed to him. 

Miguel kissed your tears away as you squirmed. He couldn't stop himself now; he had to push further. He wouldn't stop until you broke, and this was just another step he was going to take. He would put you back together again after you broke as he has done many times before.  He smiled down at you as you cried, taking satisfaction in his work. Miguel sighed slightly. He wasn't ready for you to give up yet. He wanted to push you, and you just gave in so easily. Miguel wanted more. He wanted to make you beg for him, and now you were just giving up. Miguel sighed again and shook his head as he flipped onto your back.

Miguel sat up. "Are you sure?" he asked. A smile grew on his face. "Are you sure you're done with this?" His voice was soft and sweet, but his eyes had that intense fire behind them, ready to push you further. He huffed and shook his head down at you as he laid you on your back under him.

"If you want me to stop then use your safe words." He challenged you. He knew you. If you really wanted him to stop you would have already called out a color. Miguel called you out on your bullshit. He leans down burying his face in the crook of your neck gently sucking at your sensitive skin.

"Say a color." He coaxed into your neck.  You bit your bottom lip. Miguel's voice was so close to your skin. He couldn't help but smirk as he leaned into you more, his teeth just barely touching the soft skin of your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, and it felt so good. Miguel enjoyed himself as he took in the aroma of your body. His eyes closed, and he loved what he had done to you. 

Miguel pulled away, and smiled at you. "You still want me to stop?" he repeats. "Use your safe word if you really want me to."

You felt your face heat up once again. "Green." You moaned as he returned to nip on your breasts now.

"That's what I thought." He  replied smuggly. 

Miguel continued to look up at you with a mocking smile, knowing what you wanted him to do.

"So what do you want me to do?" he asked innocently.

Miguel knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to be specific. You had said the word, but he wanted to hear you ask him. Miguel loved making you beg.

"Keep going," you snapped at him, obviously annoyed with Miguel, your patience now gone, feeling too worked up.

"Hey, are you giving me attitude?" His brows furrowed and eyes narrowed down on you.

Your heart skipped a beat in fear of dealing with more intense treatment from your lover.

"Please, please, please," you punctuated with kisses on his lips desperately trying to convey your wishes to him, "Keep going, please. I need you." Your dignity and pride was nowhere in sight.

"That's my Good Girl," Miguel praised you. Miguel watched you, and he felt a wave of satisfaction run through him. You looked so cute right now. Your hair is a mess, your lips bruised , and your neck pink and purple with hickies. He enjoyed seeing you beg for his attention. Miguel had you exactly where he wanted you, and he would never let you go. Once you begged him, there was no taking it back. He felt powerful, and he enjoyed every second of it. He ripped off the wand from your thigh and flipped it off. 

Miguel's smile only grew as he watched you try to appease him. You really wanted him to keep going, and he was going to give it to you. He kisses each of your knees as he places them over his broad shoulders. Miguel's heart was racing. He enjoyed this so much. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had you completely ruined and it would happen eventually. But for now? He would enjoy this moment. Miguel couldn't stop smiling down at you as he continued to press kisses into your knee. You looked so beautiful under him. Your legs parted nice and wide for his eyes only. Your juices mixed with his slowly pour out your sore cunt. "So wasteful" he mutters, stuffing the liquid back inside with his thumb. Miguel kept grinning while watching you writhe and squirm. There was no stopping him now. He had control over you, and he wasn't about to let go. He plunges back into your warm depths. Reaching deeper than before. A heavenly sigh parts from his lips, his half-hooded eyes lock on to yours.

You whimpered pathetically under him, "You're going to be the death of me..."

And soon he begins to move as one with you. Miguel's smile grew broader. He was in control, and he enjoyed every second of it. You would always be his. He didn't want anything besides that. He didn't want to let you go, and he didn't deserve to let you go. Miguel just kept pounding away.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

He kisses you as hard just he fucks. Both of your teeth messily clack against each other. 

Miguel felt alive as he kissed you again. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like you. No one else could compare. Miguel's eyes closed, and he kissed you with everything he had. He wanted to feel as close to you as he could; he was finally in the heaven that he deserved. Miguel knew this was what he wanted, and he would never let it go. Your pussy was soaking wet accepting everything he gave you with ease.  He had you almost folded in half knees touching your breasts. You're a sight for him to cherish and ruin.

"I'm gonna fill this pussy up," He growls at a quickening pace. He heavy balls scrunch up with each harsh rut.

"Tómalo, tómalo, toma todo lo que te doy." He's slurring up his words in a heated frenzy state.

His cock burst filling you up even more. He curls in forcing his sperm further up your cervix. Miguel swallows your cries messily with his hungry mouth. Your legs trembling over his shoulders, your eyes glassy with new tears. He gently removed your legs from up his shoulder down to his waist.

He refused to remove his cock from your full pussy.

"I want you to be mine," he urged, "All mine. I'm gonna knock you up," He leaned down and kissed your forehead. Images of you with a large swollen belly flash through his head. He could have you waddling around his workplace letting everyone know you were off limits. Breasts spilling out as you breast fed his baby.The one you both created together. But the idea of one child isn't enough for him, maybe two or four little ones running around the house. He could have his own kids and rub it in Peter B Parker's face. 

You could tell that Miguel had been thinking about what your future together might look like, and you were happy to hear that he wanted you to be a part of it.

" I'm yours," you answered softly, feeling overwhelmed with happiness and adoration. You wanted your life to be tied to his in every way. You wanted nothing more than to be the woman who gave him children and made him happy. The thought of having his babies filled you with joy, and you wanted to do anything and everything to make that happen.You had never felt this way about anyone before. You couldn't imagine a life without him, and the thought of starting a family together was intoxicating. You wanted to give yourself to him entirely, and you were ready to surrender to the passion and emotion that you shared. You wanted to be his perfect partner and the thought of having his child was an incredible concept. You were willing to do anything for him, and you wanted him to know that.He finally softened and removed his cock from you. He ripped the red web off from your body effortlessly like tissue paper. 

You had been through a lot with Miguel, and now it was time for some after care. After all, you had both pushed yourselves to the limit and it was important to take some time to relax and enjoy the pleasure you had just shared. He cradled you in his arms, gently kissing your head and face. He stroked your hair and held you close, wanting to provide comfort and reassurance. You could feel his heart beating, and you felt safe and secure in his embrace. You knew that he would take care of you and protect you, and that made you feel even more loved.

"Amor don't fall asleep," he murmured into your locks. "I'll get the bath started." He gets out of bed and stalks to the bath. The water roars to life filling up the tub. Steam could be seen escaping from under the door frame. He came back into the bedroom and lifted you up in his arms. He carried you to the bathroom and placed you in the bathtub. He held you close, supporting you in the steamy, warm water. You were still feeling the effects of everything that had just happened, and you were glad to be held and taken care of. You felt safe and secure, and you appreciated the love that Miguel was showing you. You felt like you would never want to leave that bath tub, and you hoped to always be kept in a bubble of safety and comfort.

"Hermosa, how do you feel?" He asked carefully massaging soothing circles into your shoulders. His fingers work their way along your body. You felt the tension start to leave you as Miguel's hands began to rub your shoulders, working away the stress and muscle soreness. The hot bath had helped ease your sore muscles, and you finally began to feel calm after everything that had happened. Miguel was there for you, holding you close and comforting you, and you were grateful for his presence.

"I'm fine," you choked back fighting tears. 

"No,no, sweetie give me more," he pauses as he wraps up you with his arms pulling you back into his chest. "What's on your mind?" He sensed something was troubling you, but he wasn't sure if it was the sub drop from the intense session you two had together. 

"You want to have kids with me?" You quietly questioned him. 

Your question made Miguel startle, but he didn't hesitate to give you an honest answer. "Of course," he said. "I love you and I want to be with you forever. I want us to start a family together, and I want us to build a life together. I want us to have everything that we could ever dream of." His words brought a smile to your face, and you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders. You felt hopeful and optimistic, and you were glad to have such a loving and supportive partner by your side.

Part two is out!

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[daisybianca]

pairing: max verstappen x femalereader

summary: your boyfriend always makes sure you feel loved and beautiful.

warnings: pure smut, cursing words, female pleasuring

YOUR HAND GRIPPED the bedsheet tighter, while your other hand gripped Max's light-colored hair, as he continued sucking harder.  

Wrapping your legs around his head, you pulled him closer. Max hummed against your wet heat. His alluring eyes locked on you.

Head tilted back, your hair splayed out on the pillowcase and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. As pleasure rippled through your body in intense waves your toes curled. Your senses went into overdrive, your body couldn't help but tremble.

“Fuck,” You moaned out, raising grinding your core against his mouth.

Making Max wrap his arms around your waist, he pinned your hips down, but you continued to grind your core against his mouth.

Your boyfriend felt his bulge grow bigger in his pants, and he wondered how this could even be possible. He thought he already was at his limit because of you.

"You keep surprising me, baby." He mouthed between brief breathes. "Didn't know I could be so passionate about something that isn't my sport."

You melt at his words.

He was truly a miracle in your life, and you felt blessed every single day for having him by your side.

Max knew you were close to releasing. He unwrapped one of his arms from your waist, bringing his thumb down to your clit and rubbing the spot there.

"Fuck, (y/n)." He gasped for air between a kiss. "You're going to be the fucking death of me."

His words made you arch your back, body writhing. You let go of the bedsheet and gripped his hair, your fingers lacing through his hair. You pulled him closer to your wet heat.

“Maz,” You gasped out, as a familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm took over you.

Body trembling as pleasure coursed through your body, black spots formed in your vision, fingernails digging into his scalp, as you released into Max's mouth.

Your sweet moans were music to your boyfriend's ears.

Precum dripped from his tip.

Max continued to eat you out, lapping your cum up, as your body was still trembling.

You looked down at him, staring at you, making you let out a tiny whimper. Then, you took your bottom lip in between your teeth as he glided his tongue up between your folds, then pulled his mouth away from your heat.

The cold air nipping at your sensitive area. Max licked his lips, cleaning your juices off his lips.

He leaned down towards you, making your heart rate speed up. His eyes filled with lust.

“You look so beautiful,” He cooed, running his thumb slowly across your bottom lip, making your breath hitch, and your heat ache…

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[jenna-ortega]

history of man

pairing - joelmiller x femalereader ratings - 18+ word count - 4k warnings - arranged marriage AU, dubious con(the whole arranged marriage against readers will thing), angst, brat!reader, softdom!joel, kidnapping, jumpscare!david, salt lake but a very different salt lake than the games (aka no cannibalism) , panic attack authors note - thank you for waiting for this! i really hope you enjoy it, no smut in the first chapter :( (ik boooo) but there will be smut to come. cause you know joel miller is nothing if not a seducer of woman. comment, and let me know what you think! lets have a discourse.

SUMMARY - You thought coming to silver lake would be better than your previous QZ living situation. Come to find out, you had more than freedom waiting for you on the other side of the wall. You had Joel Miller, whether you wanted him or not.

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Fuck this. Fuck him. They hold you hostage then offer you food and water? This shit doesn’t feel right. Your whole body turns away from him. Pushing the glass further from you as you pout.  “Drink.”  “No.”   “Now. The growl in his voice startles you. For someone who swears they aren’t going to hurt you, it feels a hell of a lot like he is. Your eyes find his, now dark with a scowl on his face.  “I’m not gonna tell ya again, girl.”  You scoff. “What…you’re gonna force me?” 

Nothing you’ve been through thus far could have prepared you for this. 

It’s dark. So, so dark. 

“Get off me!” you screamed while trashing your body in the man's arms. Earning you an elbow to the side that made you groan at the harsh hit. Your body trembling, wishing you could see through the pitch black area ahead. 

You arrived at Silver lake only a short time ago, not realizing how much of a mistake this stop in your long journey would be. You only made it a few hours into nightfall trying to observe the town from the far woods when a bunch of men caught you from behind. Now dragging you across the snowy town and making a scene of it. 

“I will KILL you!” Your empty threats made the man dragging your left arm along laugh, causing you to turn your head and give him a nasty look. 

“Hear that, ted?” the mystery man nodded his head to the man on your right, “we caught a feisty one. Know just who’d like this one…” the men disregarded your attempts at kicking, laughing as they went back and forth as if this was just another day. 

You made it to what looked like some sort of run down restaurant, your brain working over time to think of every possible scenario that could happen here. Worst is you’re dead. Best is they feed you, cloth you, and tell you this was all a prank. But you doubt it’s the latter. 

You huff out a small ouch as you’re being thrown into a makeshift jail cell at the back of the place you surveyed earlier, hitting the grown so hard dust particles float in the bright white light casting above you. 

“Don’t move.” the taller man shouts down at you, 

Your eyes roll at the request, “Nowhere to go in here, jackass.” you cross your arms and death glare at him from below. 

“Fucking bitch,” his hand grabs your hair from in between the bars and drags you to it. Your whole body moved to follow his hand, trying to shield yourself from the pinching pain, 

“HEY!, get off her, man. You know they’ve gotta be in one piece.” the other man warns, thankfully giving your scalp a break from the pull. 

“Whatever.” he scoffs, turning to walk out with his buddy. Both of their backs towards you. You slap the cell bars and scream in frustration. Quickly realizing you needed to figure out your next move. You need to stay alive, you need to get the fuck out of here. Your body pushes itself against the wall, head falling back as you begin to silently cry. Nobody here but you and your thoughts for the foreseeable future. Your head falls against the wall, and your eyes close. Forcing yourself into slumber. 

—

Drool begins to dry on your face before you are suddenly awakened by the loud slam of a door. You gasp, waking up and forgetting this is now where you have been staying. A cold, dirty cell floor. You look up quickly and your eyes find a taller man, one you haven't seen before; walking slowly towards you. You instinctively crawl to the further edge of the cell.

“Stay back.” you warned, as if you had any upper hand in this situation. 

“m’sorry to scare you” the strangers hands raise in defense as he stopped walking towards you. “Just wanted to check on you.” He stands with his arms to his side now. Waiting on your next move. 

“Check on me?” you begin, voice dripping with malice. “I was just kidnapped and thrown into this fucking cell.” his eyes follow your body as you kneel to stand up. Wiping down your pants to get the dust off. Fully standing, now closer to his height. 

His face is flat and stern as he begins to observe how you are acting. Deeply in his own thoughts as he looks down at the ground, only to be brought back by your incessant nagging, 

“HELLO! Can you even hear me?” 

“I want to help you” 

You’re confused by his bold statement, but accept his help by nodding slowly as you walk towards him in your cell.

“You’re not leaving this cell until they think you’re calm enough…and you’re not leaving this town. At least not alive, I’m sorry.” 

“What does that even mean? What do you guys even want from me?” 

“It’s not the right time.” the man turns on his heels and begins walking out, leaving you more pissed than you originally were.

“Please, please don’t leave yet!” you whined,

He turns his head over his shoulder slightly to acknowledge your plea, his back still to you.There is a comfortable silence until he breaks it, “What’s your name?” 

You go back and forth with yourself for a little while, wondering if you should be honest. You have to get out of here, and maybe he is your best bet. If you play nice with him, maybe you can bring his guard down enough to get released and escape. You’ll play this role for now, and you tell him your name in a silent whisper. 

He nods in acknowledgement, and you throw his question back to him. Another silence looming before he breaks it, 

“Joel.” 

—

It’s been hours.

The metallic clang echoed through the dimly lit room as a new man fumbled with rusty keys. You squinted at the sudden sound as he swung the creaking cell door open. His average figure standing at the opening of your cell, beckoning you to come with him.  

“About time," you muttered, rubbing your eyes and standing up.

The man flashed a wry smile, his reddish beard framing weathered features. "Apologies for the delay. We don't get many visitors here in Silver Lake, and security is tight." 

You stay silent as you give him a shy smile. Following him out of the room, and close on his trail as you walk an appropriate distance away from him as he brings you outside. It’s an oddly calm vibe, and you begin to overthink. Is this your chance to run, he’s giving you so much freedom…would he be able to even catch you? He does look kind of older, skinner than the other men you’ve had the pleasure of interacting with. As if he reads your mind, he breaks your thought pattern, 

“Sorry about my guards. They can be protective of this place.” he eyes your bruises, 

“What is this place?”

The man gestured for you to follow again as he led you through town. "Silver Lake is more than just a town. It's a haven for those who survived the apocalypse, a place where people from different walks of life came together to rebuild what was lost."

As you walked, you noticed families huddled in makeshift homes, the sounds of children playing echoing through the air. The aroma of cooking wafted from a communal kitchen, and people greeted you with nods as you both passed.

"It's been a tough journey, but we've managed to create something special here," the man continued. "We have families, we have friends, we’re a community"

“A community that throws people into dark dungeons and leaves them there for days?” you bite back, causing him to stop in his tracks, turning to you. 

“I am very sorry about that. Let’s start over.” he holds his hand out for you to shake, “I’m David. And who might you be?” 

You give him a funny look, face scrunching in disgust, not wanting to do whatever this is. But you remember what Joel had told you. Remember your plan to play along. 

You shook his hand and told him your name, earning a smile from him, “It’s very nice to meet you.” 

The air was thick with a sense of uncertainty the rest of the walk. You both ended up at a rather small house, the look of it just like every single other one. As you approached the house, the wooden boards creaked beneath your feet. The windows, covered with tattered curtains, revealed only glimpses of the dim interior. A sturdy figure with a graying beard stood on the porch, his eyes scrutinizing the surroundings.

"David," Joel called out, a tight smile breaking through the gruff exterior. "Wasn’t expectin’ you so soon." 

“Thought I’d bring her here, have her rest up by you. Get acclimated to the community.” 

You’re confused by David’s words. Was Joel one of his guards? Like the other two men who had caught you? You have so many questions you wanted to ask, but you were insecure. Didn’t know if these were people you could really trust or not, and you just wanted to make it out of here. You had to push through, had to endure whatever the hell this was. Just until you were able to make it out. 

David begins to introduce you both, but Joel raises his hand stopping David’s words– “We’ve met.” 

David looks at Joel in a peculiar way, a way you couldn’t quite decipher yet. Then back at you, grinning widely, “Glad you’re taking this so well, Joel.” he walks back off down the stairs, turning back just once to shout, “You’re in good hands!” 

You sway back and forth slowly, hands crossing over the other as your gaze is glued to the ground. You don’t know what to think, what to do, what to say…

“You can come in.” 

—

You’ve been sitting in silence for the past 30 minutes while Joel is simmering something on the stove. His kitchen table is small, and placed in the corner of his modest sized kitchen. It all looks so..normal. So much like how it was before. You watch Joel as he stirs the big pot, banging the spoon handle on the side to watch the sauce drip back down into the pot. He brings the spoon back down onto the counter, turning towards you to sit. You rip your gaze away from him, pretending you haven’t been observing his every move.

“You’re nervous?” His voice is soft. He is still standing at this point, noticing you flinch as he goes to sit. You get the feeling he isn’t bad…but at this point, you don’t know what to think. You look up at him, biting your lip as you stay silent. 

“m’not gonna hurt you.” he reminds you. Joel grabs a cup from his counter, turning on the faucet and pouring you water. Water. You haven’t seen a stable source of water in…oh god it’s been long. 

Joel takes note of the glint in your eyes as he pours you a cup, taking a deep breath in relief. Seeing you nervous only makes the seed of guilt in his stomach grow. The soft look of fear you’ve had plastered on your face since he’s seen you makes him angry. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t have to do this. 

“Here.” He sets the water down in front of you, sitting in the seat next to you. 

Fuck this. Fuck him. They hold you hostage then offer you food and water? This shit doesn’t feel right. Your whole body turns away from him. Pushing the glass further from you as you pout. 

“Drink.” 

“No.”  

“Now.

The growl in his voice startles you. For someone who swears they aren’t going to hurt you, it feels a hell of a lot like he is. Your eyes find his, now dark with a scowl on his face. 

“I’m not gonna tell ya again, girl.” 

You scoff.

“What…you’re gonna force me?” 

“f’i have to.” 

“Then go ahead.” 

You hear him grumble to himself, words that resemble “fucking stubborn.” as he pushes out his chair, pushing it back in roughly. He slams a bowl down on the counter, causing you to gasp. You watch as he scoops a few spoonfuls of food into the bowl, turning abruptly to slam it down in front of you. Rushing off after he does. Leaving you to ponder your own thoughts. You’re looking down at the steamy bowl of what looks like a stew as you hear the front door slam open and closed. He’s left you. Has he gone to tell David about your interaction? Shit. You should have listened to him, you wanted to play this smart. Now for all you know this will be the last bowl of food you’ll have in a while. Will they bring you back down to the cell? Your thoughts frighten you into eating scoops of the food, taking huge gulps of water. Your belly burns from the nutrients you’ve been neglecting yourself for weeks. You sip the last remnants of liquid from the bowl and get up to set it down into the sink. With Joel gone, you were free to roam the house. But you just felt like a scared little mouse, too afraid to disturb anything not familiar. 

You’ve decided against your better judgment to take a look at the place. Just until someone eventually comes back to take you away. 

You look around the living room first, a small brown couch, enough to fit three bodies comfortably sits directly across from a fireplace. A mantle with nothing but dust lays atop of the fireplace, not homey at all. You inspect the room, finding nothing that tells you about the man who left you here. You decide to move on. 

There are 4 stairs that lead up into what looks like a small wing of the house, the last square footage you have left to survey. To your left, a small bathroom. A large tub, one that reminds you of yours from home. Bubble baths and candle lit nights fog your memory. You surprise yourself as you feel water run down your eyes. Tears. Shit. This is all too much. 

Just a few feet down, there’s an empty room with nothing but the sunlight of the open window shining through. Directly across, there’s another room. You break through that doorway and find a bed, a nightstand, and what looks to be a 6 drawer dresser filling the room. So empty, yet you wonder how he lives. You walk towards the drawers, opening up the top left one to find a few pairs of flannels. Of course. You open the top right and find it empty. He must travel light. 

You get bored and begin walking to the bed, sitting atop of it to feel how soft the sheets are. You haven’t sat down on a bed in forever. So comfortable. The sheets stretched over the bed softer than you remember sheets being. The pillows are fluffier than you ever felt. The blanket is so warm…so…inviting. Your body does it before your brain thinks of it. Crawls under the covers. Your head hits the soft pillow, and you feel your eyes closing and your brain settling down. Your shoulders relax into the mattress, and your breathing evens out. You’re gone before you know it. 

…You feel a thump on the bed that startles you awake, darkness engrosses the room and you thrash in bed to find your bearings. 

“Joel?” you rub your eyes and see him standing in front of the bed, you look down to see fresh clothes lying next to you. 

“Take a shower. We got somewhere to be.”

—

You are trying to catch up to Joel as he’s walking ahead of you, “Slow down!” you shouted to him, stumbling over your feet as you grabbed his arm to stay up.

“We’re already late,” 

“For what?” 

He huffs, but begins walking slower for you. Both of you now silently walk into the same restaurant you were kept at just a day ago. Your body goes rigid as you think of all the things that will happen. You fucked up. You did this to yourself, you didn’t follow the—your thoughts pause as you see the place crawling with people. Like a huge get together, chatter and laughs bounce off the walls. It’s so…alive. 

The crowd of people part, and all eyes are now on you and Joel. David at the forefront of the room. “Welcome, Welcome! We’ve been waiting for you two.” he laughs as he walks past the sea of people to you both, grabbing onto Joel’s shoulder and smiling widely,  “Hopefully you were late for a fun reason,” he winks at you two and you shudder, what the fuck was this guy assuming? You rip your hand off Joel’s arm, patting down your dress and making note of all the faces in the room. Your eyes catch the two men from your capture, hand and hand with ladies. How the hell did they land those girls? They were absolute dicks to you. But as you rip those men apart in your head, you notice everyone is coupled up. Kids in the mix as well. Maybe the community wasn’t terrible…seems family oriented at least. 

You follow Joel to the front of the room, wanting to stick by him and not venture off too far. He seemed to be a rigid asshole sometimes, but he was an asshole that didn’t hurt you yet. You stand close to him, arms bumping as you look up at him. He looks down at you, smiling with his eyes turned down, a worried look etched on his face. Maybe he was as anxious at public events as you were. 

“Please, everyone welcome our newcomer into silver lake!” David introduced you by name to the room, the whole room saying hello directly towards you in a cult like manner. 

“Uh–Hi everyone?” you stuttered, heart beating so fast the pounding began to overtake your hearing. 

David’s speech began again, mentioning new updates and new hunts their men had succeeded at. You zoned out again, only brought back to the present by Joel nudging you gently, your head batting to look towards David who had beckoned you to stand on the other side of Joel, sandwiched between the two men. You smiled and nodded, doing as you were told for this one instance. Put on the spot as you got comfortable in your new position, David called upon you, 

“She has been a wonder, ladies and gentlemen. An absolute prize. That’s why I think we should all welcome her with open arms.”

You stood by David's side, feeling the curious eyes of the community upon you. Joel, a stern figure with a rugged exterior, stood nearby. The unease in the room was palpable as David continued his introduction.

"And this, my friends, is a crucial time for us. Unity is our strength, and it's my pleasure to announce that we have a new bond to forge. In the days to come, our friend here will be joining hands with Joel."

Your heart skipped a beat, panic creeping into every fiber of your being. You exchanged a wary glance with Joel, whose expression remained stoic. David's words echoed in your ears like an impending storm.

"Joel," David continued, "our only hermetic guard, will stand as a pillar of strength for our newcomer. Together, they will contribute to the resilience of Silver Lake and ensure the prosperity of our community."

A lump in your throat formed, the weight of the announcement settling in. Arranged marriage—a relic of a bygone era—now thrust upon you in the midst of survival. Your eyes darted between David and Joel, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"Survival often demands sacrifices," David said, his tone filled with conviction. "And in this new chapter, we come together to build a stronger, more resilient future."

The room buzzed with whispers, but you could only hear the thudding of your own heart. Joel's gaze met yours, and you saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, as if he, too, had been thrust into this against his will.

As the community welcomed you both with a mix of cheers and polite applause, you felt the walls closing in. The air grew heavier, and your breaths quickened. This was worse than the cell. This was worse than your impending death. This was something you could have never seen coming. 

As David's words lingered in the air, a suffocating tension settled over the room. The weight of the announcement hung over you like a dark cloud, and you couldn't bear the collective gaze of the community any longer. Without a word, you turned on your heels and bolted from the room, breaths coming in erratic gasps.

The cold night air hit you as you stumbled into the open, the dim glow of lanterns casting long shadows over the uneven ground. Panic gripped you like a vise, and you ran blindly through the narrow pathways, seeking solace in the darkness.

"Wait!" Joel's voice echoed behind, his footsteps closing in. You refused to stop, the desperation to escape overwhelming reason. But he caught up, his hand gently gripping your shoulder. "Stop."

You whirled around, chest heaving, eyes wide with fear. "I can't do this, Joel."

He stepped closer, his gaze softening. "None of us asked for this. But we're survivors, and sometimes survival means making tough choices."

You shook your head, the panic escalating. "I won't be someone's pawn. I won't let them control my life."

Joel's expression softened, and he pulled you into a hesitant embrace. "Shh, babygirl, calm down. Running won't change anything."

The unexpected term of endearment caught you off guard, but the gentleness in his voice began to chip away at the walls of panic. You trembled against him, the tension in your body slowly dissipating.

"We can figure this out," he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You're not alone here. We'll find a way out. Told ya I wouldn’t hurt ya."

You took a shaky breath, the warmth of his embrace offering a strange comfort in the midst of chaos. The reality of your shared predicament began to sink in, and you reluctantly nodded. "I don't want this, Joel.."

He pulled back slightly, locking eyes with you. "I know. You gotta smarten up if you want to survive. No more being stubborn."

You wipe your tears from your cheeks, sniffling as you nod at him. “Okay.” 

“If we want to get out of this together. There are some rules ya gotta follow.” Joel began, surprising you with how fast the gentleness in his tone shifted into something more stern…

“This is not a fairy tale. It's about survival. Our survival."

You nodded, a bitter taste settling in your mouth. The harsh truth of your situation echoed in Joel's words.

"First rule," he continued, his eyes piercing through the darkness. "We stick together. There's safety in numbers, and in this world, trust is a luxury we can't afford. You stay close, and you follow my lead."

You swallowed hard, the gravity of the arrangement sinking in. "Fine," you mumbled, my defiance momentarily subdued.

"Second rule," Joel continued, unfazed. "We present a united front. Whether you like it or not, we're bound by this arrangement. Any sign of discord, and it puts both of us at risk. We can't afford internal conflicts."

You bristled at the demand,  frustration bubbling to the surface. "I didn't sign up for this, Joel. I won't be some indentured servant."

He narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "You're not the only one dealing with shit. I won’t touch you, I won’t make you any kind of servant. You follow my rules, and you don’t fuck with our chance at getting out. Understand me?"

Reluctantly, you nodded, conceding to the harsh reality that enveloped you.

“I said, do you understand me?” he repeats, expecting an answer from you. 

“I understand,” you whispered to him, lips curving down as you felt tears swell in your eyes.

You met his gaze, defiance flickering. "I won't play house just to appease the crowd."

He sighed, the weariness in his eyes suggesting a history of battles fought and lost. "You don't have to like it, but you have to do it. It's the only way we make it out of this mess alive."

As Joel's rules echoed in the silence that followed, you couldn't shake the feeling that your autonomy had been sacrificed on the altar of survival.

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Switched Sides 2 - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x former Hitman!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N L/N quit her job as a hitman to take care of her nephew after her stepbrother died. It’s been a year since she became a good aunt to her nephews, and she wants to keep it that way. But her quiet life got disturbed when her former boss asked for her help.

Warning: Nothing.

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Disaster. 

That's the perfect way to describe the situation. Today is supposed to be the first day of the school's anniversary celebration. 

Every participant for the bazaar was scattering around to pick up all their stuff and set up their tent back to the correct position because a strong force of wind flew all their property, including Y/N vegan brownies cake. 

A helicopter suddenly landed in the middle of the football field near the food bazaar. 

Every parent, teacher and student was shocked by what happened, and they were even more surprised when people that came out wearing black suits like a secret service approached Y/N.

"Y/N L/N, we need your help." The person standing in front of her is her former colleague Bruno. His code name is 'Poison'. 

She knows the only person who will use this method is Lloyd Hansen. 

"Y/N, you're not in trouble, right?" A trembling voice came from Jenny, who stood behind Y/N, along with others who were confused with the situation in front of them. 

–Flashback Starts–

Everyone was busy setting up their tent, including Y/N until a strong wind and loud sound approached the school.

"Is that a helicopter?

"What happened?" 

"Oh my god, are there terrorists at school?"

"No, the decoration is ruined because of the wind!!!"

"Catch the flower buckets!!! That flowers are imported!!!"

–Flashback Ends–

"No, ma'am, the country needs her help." Bruno fixes his aviator, acting friendly towards Jenny. She would never believe this man is dangerous because he uses hazardous chemicals to finish his target.

Jenny grabs Y/N's hand. "If you ever need help, call me. My father knew a few senators."

Lloyd knew a few senators too, and he kept them like figure dolls. He's far more powerful than senators. 

"Thank you." Y/N tapped Jenny's hand to assure her that she was okay.

"Give me your car keys; my subordinate will drive your car back to your home."

Y/N gave him the car keys. She doesn't need to tell her address. They have known it beforehand.

"You could bring your…" Bruno pointed at the little human underneath him. "Nephew's with you."

With Kendall in her arms, and her other hand holding Mark, she entered the helicopter quickly so they could leave the school as soon as possible. 

"Wow, this is so cool, Aunty." 

The helicopter starts to go up, and everyone is in their seat. From the window, Mark saw his classmate look jealous. He lifted his middle finger towards them, but his aunt lowered his hand. "That's rude."

Mark felt embarrassed and lowered his head. "Sorry, Aunty." Y/N shook her head and then checked on the little one who sat on her lap and wore a cancelling headphone noise. 

She thought Kendall would be scared, but he's enjoying it. His short legs keep moving up and down. 

Bruno sat near her, surprised to see her being gentle, "You've changed, Y/N."

Y/N looked at Bruno, not amused; the way he picked her up would ruin her cover as a regular aunt, and people at the school will ask questions. 

"Was it necessary to make an entrance like this?"

Bruno chuckled. "If you didn't ignore him, today wouldn't have happened. Every cause has consequences."

She scoffed, "He must be desperately asking me for help."

"Oh, he is. And we need old Y/N to come back."

Mark clenched her shirt, and she felt it. He must be scared thinking about her old job. Her fingers gently brushed his hair, and she said, "It's gonna be alright."

They have arrived at the top of the building. Y/N knew this place was one of their headquarters, and the location was in the same city. It's better this way than their usual hideout place inside the forest; kids will get scared. 

"Wait here", said Bruno and left them.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the owner of the building appeared. He was standing tall with a well-built body. He'd wearing a black shirt, a leader jacket, beige pants and black shoes. 

Lloyd smiled. "Hi, pumpkin, did you miss me?" 

Y/N does not answer because she is pissed. Lloyd understands her anger. So he wants to mess with the tiny little guest by saying, "I'm your father."

Kendall, who was silent this whole time, suddenly cried, "Waaa…not daddy." 

Y/N clicked her tongue; she rubbed his back to calm him down. "Thanks, Lloyd. It took half an hour to stop his crying."

"Uupss." Lloyd chuckled; he didn't feel sorry even one bit. 

"What do you want?"

"I need your help since you are the best tracker in the team."

"You said my method is old-fashioned."

"Here's a thing, since I ruined a tourist attraction in some European country, the Big Boss boss banned me from doing any damage."

When Y/N is still working with him, they always argue about how to get their target. She preferred quiet but deadly, while Lloyd chose loud and messy. 

"Who do you need to catch?"

"You agree to help?" Lloyd raised his eyebrows, and he was surprised she quickly agreed. 

"If I don't do it, you will bother me again until I say yes. What will I get if I do you a favour?"

"A medicine for him." Lloyd looks at Kendall.  

"I know you have the money for his oral medicine, but you must wait a year. If you help me, I will give you the medicine tomorrow."

"How?"

"Let's just say there's a patient that doesn't deserve it."

That's a sign she should stop asking. 

"Aunty." Y/N looked down at Mark, who wanted to cry. 

"I'll be alright. Could you watch Kendall for a while?"

"Nooo." He shook his head and stomped his foot. 

Lloyd doesn't want to hear a kid crying in his place. "Bring him, he won't understand anything."

They moved to another floor. On their way to the control room, Mark saw a sports car inside the building. How did they get the sports car into the skyscraper? 

He looked up at Lloyd with adoring eyes. Lloyd felt this kid was watching him, so he just smiled back. 

*****

"So, who is this?"

"An accountant of the drug cartel."

"He picked the wrong enemy?"

"Yup, and the CIA want to use him to put the drug cartel to jail. But the problem is, he's good at hiding."

"Give me his profile."

Y/N read the profiles thoroughly and picked maps. Her fingers traced the map, then picked a red marker to make an 'X' sign "He's here."

"How did you know?"

"He's a loner, and doesn't have many friends, so I saw his GPS history, sometimes he always visits the area around his university. He felt safe in a place that was nostalgic to him. So that means…"

Y/N pointed at the 'X' sign on the map. "He's here."

"You heard her; send the team around that area." Lloyd gave an order to his subordinates.

"Can we go home now?"

"No, stay here until we find him. I don't want to go back and forth to pick you up. The gas for the helicopter is expensive."

"Ugh, fine."

******

While waiting for the result, Lloyd ensured three of them got comfortable. He notices Y/N's nephew doesn't feel scared, perhaps because they know her aunt is there to protect them. 

"You haven't put him down since you got here. Your arms don't get numb?"

Kendall rested his head on her chest, sleeping while his mouth opened. For Y/N, looking at Kendall is this calm, and her tiredness is gone. "No, he's not heavy."

"Hmm, I understand why he loves being in your arms."

Lloyd leaned his head on her shoulder and hugged her left side. "Because I felt home every time I rested my head on your chest." He winked at her. She pushed him away, but he won't budge.

He wants to move away from her, but because of the little kid, she smells like a baby, and he likes her new smell. 

Mark looked at this man acting close to Y/N. He whispered in her ear, "Aunty, is he your boyfriend?"

Lloyd smiled at the innocent question. "Yes, yes, I am." He has this proud look on his face and gives a peck on Y/N's cheek. 

His moustache tickled her, so she pushed him away. "Don't give him any ideas."

"Mister, why did you call aunty Y/N pumpkin?"

"Because that's her favourite food."

"Really?" He doesn't know his aunt's favourite food, while she knows their likes and dislikes. 

Mark's eyes sparkled, this man had a helicopter, and cars, owned many computers, and he knew Y/N's favourite food. He's cool.

*****

After 4 hours, she finally got the news. 

Lloyd wears a big smile on his face. "They caught him. I knew I could count on you."

Y/N, while carrying Kendall and Mark, they immediately stand up from their seat. "Great. So send us back home."

"Eh, I want to invite you to have dinner together."

"Lloyd, you don't like kids."

"I could tolerate them as long as I'm with you."

"My patience has its limits." Not just her but the kids too. She could sense her nephew getting bored and exhausted. If they don't go home, both boys will start their tantrums. 

"Alright." He offered a handshake when she wanted to shake his hand. Lloyd suddenly pulled her into his arm and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lloyd wasn't kidding. The next day he visited her at her house to deliver medicine for Kendall. 

She doesn't know I'd the medicine worked well or not, but it made Kendall sleepy. At least this time, he's not crying in pain. 

Since Kendall fell asleep, she couldn't pick Mark up at school. That means she needs to ask a favour. "Lloyd, could you get my nephew at school?"

"Am I a chauffeur now?" 

She didn't answer. Instead, she gave him a killer gaze at him, which made Lloyd nod. "Alright, but I want to have dinner with you tonight."

******

Never in a million years would Lloyd think he would step into school again.

While he walks around looking for Mark, every mother and nanny who waited for their kids is looking at Lloyd. It's easy to spot him since he's the tallest person in the area. His style is also modest and stylish. 

Then he heard a bunch of kids surrounding one kid; he knew who it was. 

Mark is standing alone while his classmates are in the group. His cheeks were red because he was frustrated. "Why can't I join the marathon tomorrow?"

"That's because you don't have a father. It's a father-son marathon."

"What if you team up with our gym teacher? Everyone knows he likes your aunty."

Mark stomped his foot. "No!!!" He doesn't want his gym teacher as his running partner, that would be cheating, and Mark doesn't want his teacher to get close to Y/N. 

Then he felt a shadow covering him, and he saw his friend stepping back while their eyes looked up. 

He raised his head and saw the person he met yesterday, Mister Lloyd. 

Suddenly he got an idea; with his little body, he clung to Lloyd's leg like a koala and looked at his friend. "He is my aunt's boyfriend, and I will join the marathon tomorrow with him!!!"

It's not just Mark's friends who were shocked but also Lloyd. This will be the first time an 8-year-old kid dumbfounded Lloyd.

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Witch’s love. Chapter 1. A long time ago

Pairing: Morpheus x Witch FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2770

Warnings: Can be spoilers for Briefly lifes and Kindly Ones

Summary: When Lyta Hall and Furies are coming for Morpheus, he received unexpected help.

Notes: For everyone who asked why I write Morpheus x OC instead of Morpheus x Reader

“Why do I come here?” you asked yourself. “No one even paid me any attention. It was silly to think that my former fiancée regretted his decision”. He was already too preoccupied with his new victim to pay attention to me. So you want to punish him so much. You wanted to spell love charms on him. For him to love again or to never love anyone. But then I changed my mind. You don’t need artificial love. You can’t cast on him any dangerous charms as well. It was against our rules. So You decided to bring him nightmares. And now you watched him tiredly trying to flirt and court another woman. “Shall we dance?” suddenly a stranger in a black suit, and mask, and with black hair appeared right in front of you. “What?” you asked.

“You did come to dance here, little witch, did you?” he whispered with a deep voice that made you goosebumps on your skin. You froze because this stranger knew that you were a witch. What if he was a witch hunter or a demon and came for me? “I’m neither of them”, he said, as he read my thoughts. “Now let’s dance before you start to get attention from people around you”. And you let him lead you into the dance. His one hand was on your waist and the other held your hand. You dared to look into his eyes. They were blue and the stars were shining in them. “So who are you?” you asked.

“You sent this mortal into my Nightmare realm”, he replied. If you weren’t dancing, you would be frozen again. Oh god, is he an Endless? You are so in trouble. What should you do? “You are an Endless”, you said. “Hush, little witch”, he whispered. “I’m Dream of the Endless. And you need to take away your charms of this mortal”. “I think not”, you said even though you were afraid of him. “This mortal betrayed my trust and abandoned me. Do you know what you know what it feels like?” “I know”, he pouted his red lips. “And still you need to undo your spell”. “Why?” you asked. “I heard you, Endless, cursed people for less”. And then you froze and don’t know what got into you. He for sure can curse you too for your disrespect and disagreement. And you ran away from the dance floor. Of course, he followed you. It was stupid to try to escape from him.

But you understood that you are not afraid of him. He followed you and don’t try to stop you anymore. You looked at him. “It will pass away”. She said. “In time”. “I don’t think it will teach him a lesson”, he said. “Nor it will help you. I know something about it. As you admitted”. “Oh alright”, you sighed. “I will release him of your realm”. “Very well, Y\N”, he said. “It is a wise decision”. And he disappeared. I decided that I didn’t have reasons to stay anymore. I didn’t want to see Nathaniel again, so I told my aunt that I had a headache and returned home, where I broke the spell. I didn’t expect to see Dream of the Endless again.

But you met shortly after the ball. A few days passed when someone came to your aunt and she called you. And you were shocked to see a familiar figure. Now he was without the mask and you could see white skin and a sharp nose. He was quite handsome. He was more handsome than Nath. He smirked when he saw your reaction. “Miss Y\N”, he nodded.

“I did what you asked”, you said, trying to calm down. “Why do you come here?” But deep inside you felt flattered that Dream of the Endless bothered to visit you.

“Do not be worried”, he said. “You are not in trouble. But I may need your help. I need the help of a witch”. “And you decide to come to me?” you asked. “Yes, as for now you are the only witch I know”, he replied. “I doubt it, Dream of the Endless”, you dared to smile. “Morpheus”, he said. “What?” you asked confused. “You can call me Morpheus”, The Endless said. “Morpheus”, you repeated. “As a god of sleep”. “Exactly”, he nodded. “It’s one of my names”. “So, what help do you need, Morpheus of the Endless?” you asked. You understood if he doesn’t threaten you anymore, then you are not on his bad list. But you still need to be careful.

Turned out that he needs some potion or spell. Someone needs to wake up. And then he appeared in your life more often. He needs some witchy stuff and then you understand that he makes up the reason to come. Even though you caught yourself liking him eventually. He was silent and serious most of the time. But when he smiled, it was like the sun came out of clouds. And it made your heart beat a little faster. “Wait a minute”, you say after another visit. “You are the Endless. You don’t need the help of a witch to wake people up or to put them to sleep”.

“Do you want me to leave you for good?” he asked seriously. Yes, if you are planning to make him confess that was the wrong move. He is definitely not used to confessing feelings easily. “No, I don’t want you to leave”, you replied. “I just really am interested in why you came. I didn’t think you liked me after the ball”. “I am interested in you”, he came closer to you and your heart started to beat faster again. “Actually I want to court you”. “What?” it was a surprise. “I want to court you”, he repeated seriously and then suddenly he took a bouquet of flowers from somewhere. It was beautiful red roses.

“Is it for me?” you asked confused and delighted at the same time. “Of course”, Morpheus gave me flowers. “Do you like them?” “Of course”, you smiled. “It’s unexpected, but it is a pleasant surprise. And I…you can court me I think…” He was too close to you now. You can sense that he smells like rain and coffee and something else. Something mysterious.

He returns in a few days. He brought another bouquet of flowers and jewelry made of rubies. “You will spoil me”, you smiled. “I haven’t even started yet”, he smiled. “I want to invite you to the lake”. “To the lake?” you asked surprised. “Yes, if it’s alright with you”, Morpheus replied. “And also, this necklace is not just jewelry. It can help you to come to my kingdom anytime”.

“Oh”, you said. “I’m flattered. And the lake is totally alright with me”. It was a surprise for you. But you keep falling for him, even though you feel shy around him. You didn’t expect the Endless to fall in love with you. And you still wait for it to become a dream or some cruel joke. Yet, you feel thrilled and anticipated. And you dream about him before sleep. You dream of his touch and kisses. All other men are nothing when he is around. And you almost forget about Nath. “I will look forward”, you smiled.

He smiled and disappeared. You were very busy before your meeting. “I hope, you will take me with you”, said your aunt, while you were looking for a suitable dress. “Everyone already is talking about you and his man. I trust you because you know what beast for you. But witchcraft won’t save you from gossip and the aftermath of it”. “I don’t think he will marry me”, you said and sighed. “If that’s what you mean. And I won’t stay here forever. I will leave eventually”. “Why then are you courting you, if he doesn’t want to marry you?” she asked.

“I don’t know”, you shrugged. “Perhaps, he was just intrigued by fancying the witch. Who knows what men like him think?” “I think he likes you”, she said. You hope that he likes you too. Because you start falling for him. It’s hard not to fall for this mysterious and handsome man. “I hope you forgive me”, you said when he came for you. “My aunt insisted on going with us, because of my reputation”. “There is no need for that”, he turned to your aunt. “I will take care of it. And nothing will happen to Y\N reputation”. “How?” you asked.

“No one will see the two of us”, he said. “There are two options. First, I will make an illusion. The second we will make it, but in the Dreaming”. “You want to court me in my dreams”, you said. “If I must”, Morpheus nodded. “No”, said your aunt before you could answer. “You need to court her in reality too because people know, that you came here”. “Aunt!” you sighed. “At least a few dates”, she added. “Very well”, Morpheus was too serious. “First, we come with your aunt. And then we decided. Are you ready to go?” “Yes”, now you have the chance to answer first. “Are you ready, aunt?”

“Yes, let’s me take my book”, she smiled. “Do you want to visit the Dreaming?” he asked when your aunt left the room. “I do”, you replied. “But she makes sense”. “You want everything to be appropriate”, he admitted. “I do”, you smiled. “Fine”, he smiled again. At that moment my aunt returned to the room and you can go to the lake. You need to admit, that he knows how to court. He was very gentle and attentive. When he touched your skin, it was covered with goosebumps. His fingers were cold, but his touch was like silk. Even with your aunt nearby, you were trembling with emotions.

“Are you still scared of me?” he asked. “No”, you replied. “It just…like a dream”. “It’s never just a dream”, he smiled. “So what do I need to do to appear in the Dreaming?” you asked. “You just want it”, he replied. “I can show you everything. To make the date beyond yours or other’s people imagination”. “Sounds tempting”, you smiled. “You just need to wish”, he whispered.

You wished it to happen. To meet in a place where you won’t be bound by people’s expectations. To have him without even other people looking. You can even kiss him here. So you waited for this more even than your date in the real world. “You are going to take his invitation”, admitted Aunt when you returned home, “Yes”, you smiled. It will be the place where you don’t need to think about propriety.

“You need to be careful”, she said. “He is a powerful creature. Now he is fond of you. But that may not last forever”. “I’m aware of it”, you reassured your aunt. And in the night you appeared near the castle. Morpheus came to meet you. He was even more stunning than ever. He wore a long black robe and his hair was unruly. “So, that’s the Dreaming”, you said. You tried very hard not to look at him all the time. Even though he was so beautiful. He just smirked at your casual voice. “Only the small part of it”, he replied. “I can show you everything. Actually, I prepared something”. “The lake?” you smiled. “No, something else”, he smiled. “Wait and see”. He brought you to the beautiful meadow with butterflies and the lake and many wonderful trees. Such a marvelous place to visit in the dream.

“Wow, that’s really marvelous”, you smiled, amazed. “Thank you”, Morpheus smiled. “It’s Fiddle’s green. The heart of the Dreaming. And now we are going to have a picnic”. “A picnic?” you smiled wider. “Really?” “Yes”, he looked satisfied with himself. “I know that you wanted one, but you were afraid of other’s people opinions”. “You are so attentive”, you smiled. “Everything for you, my little witch”, the basket with different food and wine appeared on the grass. You blushed at his words. “Why you were so surprised when I started courting you?” he asked and poured wine for you.

“I didn’t expect the Endless to be the fancy ordinary witch”, you said. “I’m nothing special really. Even my magic is not very powerful”. “You are charming”, he said. “And you dared to argue with me, even when you knew that I could put you in nightmares”. “Who would think that you like when someone doesn’t obey you”, you smiled and took the glass of ruby wine. “I glad, you took my invitation”, Morpheus smiled. “You look more…free”. “No other people's expectations”, you smiled. After you tasted wine and some other delicious food, you found yourself closer to him. He was too close, but you didn’t mind. And at the next moment, he kissed you. That felt like really the beginning of something even more beautiful.

Nowadays You remember about it even now. You were sure that when Sleepy sickness began something happened to Morpheus. You tried to find him but failed. Now the Sickness is gone and you stop trying to contact Morpheus. Until the bird knocked into your window. “Hello, birdie”, you said, opening the window. “My name is Matthew actually”, said the raven. “But hello to you too”. “Oh no”, you sighed. “You are his raven, aren’t you?” “Yes, and you are Y\N?” he asked. “Yes, I'm surprised he remembered about me after all this time”, you admitted. “Did you fly here on his behalf?” “He had never forgotten actually”. The bird replied. “And no, Lucienne sent me”.

“Lucienne sent you?” You were surprised. “Yes, because you know boss…He would never ask for help, even when he was…” he said. “Captive, I assume”, you said. “Yes”, he almost sighed. “But now he is in danger again. It’s a long story. And Lucienne said that you may not agree to help him after your history, but I decided to give it a try”.

“What happened?” you asked, feeling anxious and scared. Yes, you were still mad at him, but you didn’t want him to be hurt. Or worse. You couldn’t help him when he was captive, but you can help now. “Someone haunts him”, he said. “Furies. The woman who lost her child wants to avenge him and now they are coming because he did something”.

“Wait, what?” you asked. As far as you know, Furies punish someone who spills the blood of his relatives. But they wouldn’t come just because someone asked them. Especially, for vengeance. Morpheus didn’t tell you much about his family, but you doubt he would kill his own blood. “Boss killed his son”, the raven said and it terrifies you. But also make everything so much clearer. That’s why the Furies are coming for him.

“He didn’t want to kill him”, Matthew continued. “It was his son’s last wish. And now the boss should pay”. “But why do you come to me?” You asked. “I couldn’t stop Furies”. “You can stop the witch who protects the woman that woke Furies”, he said. “Perhaps, that can help him”. “Another witch?” you asked. You didn’t meet any witch for a very long time. “Who is she? And why she is doing it?” “Well”, here comes awkward silence. “He called her Thessaly. And they also have a history”. “Well, that’s explains a lot”, you said. “If he breaks her heart…” “Actually, it was the other way around”, he said.

“Oh”, you said. It was an unexpected plot twist. This witch broke his heart; he should kill his son, now this. It was difficult for him. “I will help you, but I need to meet him. And…I need to prepare everything. I should know what spell the other witch did”. “I don’t know if the boss will meet you”, the raven said. “But just know that we don’t have much time. Something else?” “I should know, where she is”, you said. “And it would be easier to do from the Dreaming. Perhaps, I can enter her dream”. “Not the best idea”, he said. “Boss won’t be happy. And I hope that you don’t tell him”.

“Do you want to save him or not?” you asked angrily. “I can’t help if I don’t know all the details. She can block me as well”. “Alright, that makes sense”, he sighed. “I will tell Lucienne and the boss”. “Good”, you nodded. “So tonight I will visit you in my sleep. I still have a necklace Morpheus gifted me”. The raven flew away and you sighed. Time to meet ghosts from the past and to be a real witch.

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Inconsolable

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32

Tags : physical therapy, self-doubt, Thrawn POV, reader is disabled

It's the aftermath of your hot and heavy evening and you want only one thing : your boyfriend affection and love again

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You shiver. 

Why are you so cold? 

You roll in the hope of finding Thrawn’s warm presence and… fall off the bed entirely.  

You rise trying to get up with your dignity and look at the empty bed. Thrawn is awake already. That’s the moment your alarm clock decides to start screaming in your ears. You turn it off with a growl. 

You purse your lips. 

Why didn’t he stay with you? You loved waking up in his arms, looking at his peaceful face observing you lovingly. You took care of taking out some covers for him to be more at ease… 

You enter the bathroom and put on your makeup. No need for Thrawn to see your ugly ‘right-off-the-bed’ face. You apply your cream and powder conscientiously, hiding all of your defaults and exalt your gaze with some discreet eyeliner. 

You have to be beautiful for your man after all. You sniff, thinking back at your mother's comments about how you’d need good makeup techniques with a face like yours... 

You don’t know Thrawn’s preferences for your makeup yet so you choose a natural look. 

You yawn passing on your gown and enter the kitchen to find him, deeply focused on his caff cup between his hands, like he’s lost in his thoughts.  

You creep behind him, ready to jump on his back and steal a kiss, remembering yesterday’s... passionate evening. 

“I know you are behind me.” He says almost uninterested. 

Crap. 

“Will I ever be able to surprise you one day?” You embrace him and kiss his cheek from his back. 

Did he shudder? 

You take his chin to tilt it towards you and meet his lips but he gets ahead of you and kisses your cheek swiftly. He gets out of your hug and finishes his cup, laying against the counter. You’re left arms empty.  

“I made hot caff for you.” He says lowly. 

“Oh thank you! I will need it this morning!” You pour yourself a cup and sit down. 

You look at him and smile, devouring him with your eyes.  

He’s so handsome… 

He’s so intelligent. 

He’s so gentle. 

You giggle to yourself, nose in your cup. 

“I’ll be absent this morning.” You warn. 

“I know, you have a session at the hospital for your legs.” Thrawn tonelessly completes, “I am coming with you.” 

“Oh… Really? You’re not obligated to, you know. I can go by myself.” 

“I am coming.” He closes the conversation, leaving his cup in the sink and heading to the shower. 

You look at the closed door, speechless. Is it you, or was that conversation… quite cold? 

He’s usually warmer and more touchy, holding you close, peppering kisses… He hardly looked in your direction. 

You sip on your cup with little sips, head fuming with thoughts. 

Yesterday he refused to sleep with you and this morning he didn’t bless you with a single glance. 

What did you do? 

Did you anger him when you received meat at the table? Was he embarrassed by your reaction? Did you displease him in another way you can’t recall? 

Did you… 

“I am ready.” Thrawn exits the room, rubbing his hair in a towel, already dressed. 

He opted for white pants and his black tank top that he usually wears under his Grand Admiral jacket but took a simple, anonymous white jacket you bought together to complete the look.  

“I’m almost done!” You quickly gulp down your caff, dress, finish your bag, and enter his speeder. 

He silently drives, but the silence is… heavy. You do not dare utter a word like he would explode in your face. Which is ludicrous, Thrawn is a model of patience. You slowly turn your head to observe him, his eyes focused on the road. 

“Say what you want to say.” He hits you with, not giving you a single side glance. 

“I… Why did you want to come with me today?” You try, forcing an innocent joyous tone out of your mouth. 

“I want to be present for your remission. Is it a problem?” Thrawn cuts dry. 

“No, no, no! Not at all!.” You immediately temper, “On the contrary, it pleases me. It’s just…” 

“It is just?” 

“Are you… feeling good?” 

“Yes. Why this question?” 

“Nothing… It’s just that… You’re usually more cuddly?”  

“Really? I did not notice.” 

“Like I said, it's good! Don’t worry, it’s probably just me…” You try not to rub him the wrong way. 

Maybe it really is just you. 

And like that, the conversation ends, with you having more questions than answers. You dig your nails into the fabric of your bag, remaining silent for the rest of the trip. 

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“Another lap.” The droid orders. 

Your mechanical legs have been readjusted and screwed tight and now you’re aimlessly walking in the gymnasium of the hospital. Those are your final sessions, you’re seeing the end of the tunnel. 

Thrawn is silent, standing next to the droid looking at you walking for a long hour, he occasionally takes your hand to walk with you and encourages you on the final meters of the lap. 

That’s when you notice something. 

“You are really warm.” You say looking up to him. 

“I am naturally warmer than humans.” He tells you, eyes fixed straight ahead. 

“No. You are really warm. Are you feeling well?” 

“I am good. We are here for you.” He shuts you down, letting your hand go. 

You take the stab. You almost want to stop dead in your tracks and demand explanations, but you are in the middle of a gymnasium with other patients, not the best place to start a heart-to-heart or an argument. 

You finish your lap alone, holding on the handrails. 

“Very good!” Praises the droid, “How about some running?” 

Arf! You hate running with those legs! 

And you hate to admit it but you lost a lot of your stamina during your remission. You didn’t have the occasion to follow your usual training routine and your records suffer from it. 

“Ready? Set! Go!” 

You sprint down the track as fast as you can, almost slipping when you reach the end and go the other way. You focus on your breathing and having spaced steps, you already entangled your legs and fell. It was painful enough, no need to do it again! 

“Good! Continue, another lap?” The droid encourages. 

You feel Thrawn gaze on you. 

And something tells you it is not praise he has in his eyes. 

“You are on good tracks! Your remission is complete!” The droid chants. 

You breathe deeply, hands on your knees, Thrawn takes a look at the timer, and his eye imperceptibly twitches. 

But you saw it. 

“You will need to resume your training.” He tells you. 

The tone is not angry or cold but detached like he doesn’t care. Aloof and distant. You raise your gaze to him, panting. 

“I was in bed for several months.” You remember him, drinking from your bottle. 

“Your results are not up to the Empire standards. You still have work ahead of you, we will need to take care of that.” 

You wince.  

Okay, okay, you know it, no need to drag you down. 

At least he said ‘we’... 

“Maybe it is a motivation problem?” The droïd shims in. “It is quite usual after several months of remission.” 

Thrawn looks at him with a raised eyebrow. If someone doesn’t have motivation problems it’s him, this is such a foreign concept for him it didn’t even cross his well-ordered mind. 

“Motivation, you say.” He’s dubious, “Do you think it would drastically change her results?” 

“Surely! Why not try to put yourself at the end of the tracks?” 

“Me?” He asks, even more dubious, “I hardly see how it would change anything.” 

“I saw children make immense progress trying to reach their parents. Reaching a loved one seems like a motivational factor for social beings.” 

“We can try.” You add. 

You’re sure you would run faster if you could throw yourself in Thrawn’s arms at the end of the lap! You had no hug yet today and you want some tenderness. But he doesn’t seem really convinced by the idea. His face is stern, as per usual, but he has this strange stiffness to him today. You thought training with him he would be more supportive of you and your progress but he barely spoke during your session, remaining behind. 

He looks at you in the eyes for a second before agreeing. 

“If you judge it will do good.” 

He’s not happy. 

At all! 

Behind his usual stern expression, you came to know the man and he is not pleased in the slightest... 

But he places himself at the end of the tracks nonetheless, you take your position and launch yourself forward. Your eyes don't leave him for a second, sprinting full speed towards him like a missile on its target. It is surprisingly easier to run with Thrawn’s embrace as a reward at the end of the track!  

He takes a step back to brace himself and you percute him full force with open arms and a laugh. You hug him tight, pressing your cheek against his broad, warm chest. He squeezes you lightly and detaches your arms from around him. You look at him walk away speechless, arms dangling. 

Is he downright avoiding you? 

He speaks to the droids about the timer while you look at him dumbfounded and frustrated. 

What did you do for fuck sake? 

The one thing you pick up on is that he is definitively hotter than usual. No question asked, you were right earlier. 

Is he sick? 

Maybe he has a fever… 

Maybe you shouldn’t try to impose yourself on him like that. 

“Your time is better.” He turns towards you, hands clasped behind his back like he is commanding the bridge. 

But he is not commanding a bridge, he is supposed to support you in your remission and be here for you. But you only received the cold shoulder this morning. 

Maybe he truly is sick… 

You lower your head a bit. 

“Good. That’s good news.” You placidly respond. 

--------------------------------------------------- 

He sighs. 

He enters the stall and runs the cold water on his face. 

He is sweating despite not making a single notable effort. He has been sweating since yesterday, his body uncomfortably hot and… Tense. 

He already fought this urge before, so why is it so hard today? This primal urge exciting his instincts and reducing his body to a bundle of nerves, painful and irritating.  

He is a Chiss, a warrior, a trained man with a resolve rarely seen among other beings. 

So why? 

But maybe it all comes down to being a Chiss and all the benefits and downfalls of his species. It hurt so bad when your arms embraced him. And it hurt as bad if not more to reject you. A part of him hoped for you not to notice or give too much thought to his behavior, but you're not an idiot. You noticed, he knows you did. You know him better than everyone else. 

He saw the pain in your eyes when he evaded you, he didn’t miss the tension in your muscles when he escaped your grasp, the sadness in your tone when he didn’t humor you in a conversation. 

The water slowly warms up and he sighs, trying to calm down the palpitations of his heart. If only he had his medicine.  

But how could he have known? What were the odds? 

He steps up the shower and dresses back up still drenched. He hopes the cold of the water will soothe his pain.  

At least for a bit… 

He takes a deep breath and braces himself to join you again. 

May the Warrior be with him for this trial. 

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𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter One

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day, and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: None. 

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone. 

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Mother Night and Father Time created the seven Endless to personify life within the known universe. Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium. They did their jobs admirably, and well, for eons. Destiny personified a life journey. Death, the end of life. Dream oversaw the dreams and nightmares. Destruction, so that creation may happen from ruin. Desire embodied the darkest secrets one held. Despair embodied a feeling that all lifeforms felt at some point in their life and the youngest of the Endless? Delirium, the epitome of chaos and previously known as Delight. All was well within the universe, millennia going by in harmony. Then a life-sustaining planet came to be and it quickly became abundantly clear that the new race of sentient life was lacking in one last personification. So Mother Night and Father came together to create one last Endless. You. 

You were created on a bed of lavender and stars, swathed in blankets of shimmering ebony. Against your naked breast lay a morning dove whose wings were of grey and pink. You had been woven from stars, oceans, and daffodils to culminate the very essence of what you were to represent: hope. You would rise and fall with the sun and moon, come and go like the great tides of oceans, and feel with the crescendo of the tallest waterfall. The capacity in which you were created to understand and feel human emotion was like none of the previous Endless before you. Eyes flickering open, you saw the inky black of the universe, touched with stars, planets, and dust. You had the knowledge of the universe, but the sight before you still took your breath away. 

Rising from your cradle, dove fluttering into space, you felt the blankets that had been covering you, travel and drape across your body until you were dressed in a simple onyx shift. Your eyes gazed out at the universe in wisdom and innocence, enraptured by the overwhelming beauty and life that stretched out before you. Your dove fluttered in front of you and holding your hands out, you let her land on your joined fingers. She was your companion your creators had gifted to you, she would represent you, be your sigil, be your closest friend. Cradling her light body in one hand, you stroked a finger over her head and down her soft grey back speckled with black. She cooed at you and leaned into your shift, her black eyes closing in contentment. Already you could feel the bond you shared with her. While you stroked your companion, you felt a shiver run across your shoulders. You looked up into the vastness of space, feeling Mother Time and Father Night. 

They did not need to speak physical words to convey their message to you. You had a job that they were entrusting you with, the entire reason for your creation after so many eons of on seven Endless. You were to personify the one natural force that life could not exist without. It was a daunting task but you, in your newborn state, were ready to take on such a task. As your creators drew back to return to their duties, you felt a ripple of energy and then the blossom of seven powers much like your own. Your predecessors had arrived. Holding your dove close to your body, you slowly turned around, your bare feet sliding across space rocks and rubble. The seven Endless, eons older than you, were lined up in order by creation. The oldest, Destiny, spoke to you first. 

“We welcome you, sister,” Destiny had a kind voice and was draped in cloth, his face covered. You knew he could not see but he still had sight and saw the possibilities of everything. “To the beginning of the endless and all that you may bring to creation.” He was wise and all-knowing, a heavy burden you could feel.

“Come now brother, you don’t need to be so formal and mystique,” Death interjected, kind brown eyes looking at you with softness. She held so much life behind her eyes, despite the very task she was made for. 

“Mystique? It’s rather amusing, actually,” Desire cooed, their golden eyes washing over your form and to the little dove you held against your bosom. “Our parents appear to have made such a fragile and innocent Endless, how are you to help creation?” You remained silent to their provoking words. “Will you not speak little dove? Surely we aren’t that terrifying.” Your head tilted to the side in curiosity as the older siblings proceeded to chide Desire for attempting to pick on you. Desire merely rolled their golden eyes. 

“Dawn has been made as Mother Night and Father Time bid, Desire,” Destiny called out, shifting his grasp on the book chained to his wrist. “We shall leave our new sibling to her new realm.” The siblings bid their farewells, giving you curious last looks for your lack of speech. As Desire prepared to return to their realm, a voice broke the silence in a sweet almost intangibly beautiful lit. 

“Tell me, Desire,” You spoke, your eyes focused on Desire as the rest of the siblings turned around in surprise. Gently, you moved your hands away from your body and held out the one holding your dove within. “What is life without hope?” Your dove soared from your hands into the blanket of deep space, speckled heather gray wings stretched out. As flower petals started to swirl around the skirt of your shift, you gave Desire the briefest of smiles, your eyes glowing with the embers of your true power. Then you disappeared in a swirl of flower petals and stardust, leaving behind the nest of lavender and stars you had been born in. 

To the surprise of their siblings, Desire let out a genuine laugh and smiled deviously. 

“Well, what do you know? She has a backbone after all. What fun she’ll be,” They mused with sly rhetoric. A red shimmer surrounded Desire. “I like her already, I wonder what other surprises Dawn holds behind those innocent eyes of hers.” Destiny, Death, and Dream were the last to leave and the three oldest siblings exchanged looks. 

“It is troubling that Desire has taken a liking to our newest sibling.” Death commented softly, looking to Destiny. Destiny did not immediately reply, his mind absorbed in the endless futures of the newest edition to the small family. 

“Hmm, sibling, I do not believe… not purpose, hope…” He trailed off, his mind fully entranced in the future and possibilities of Dawn of the Endless. Dream and Death watched as he walked away disappearing in a fade.

“Do you think that Desire shall tempt her?” Dream asked, addressing his remaining sibling. Death considered what she had witnessed and what she could feel from their new sibling. 

“I believe that it is far too early to assume anything about Dawn, for we do not know who she is as an Endless, what she is like, or what she is capable of. We all could feel the immense power Mother and Father placed within her… only time shall tell.” A troublesome thought, Dream considered as he returned himself to his realm, questing the intersection of dreams and hopes. He was sure that out of the siblings, you would have the most interaction with him. After all, what was life, what were dreams, without hope?

Your realm was called The Gardens, but unlike the eldest Endless, yours was not a labyrinth. No, your realm was the epitome of all beauty found within a garden. Lofting waterfalls, endless woodlands, lakes, rivers, and oceans, and homes made from the trunks of trees. At the very heart rested the citadel, your home. It was a sprawling stone fortress that looked overgrown with trees and vines… but make no mistake, the flora was the very lifeblood of your home and was the brick and mortar that held the space together. In total, your realm housed a culmination of mythical creatures from those that took shelter within the tallest of trees, to those that slept in the deepest depths of the ocean, only surfacing when the moon was at its peak. You rather liked having the creatures mortals only dreamed of, inhabiting your realm, it made it extra special. 

You had surrounded yourself with dryads to take care of the living gardens that popped up sporadically within the citadel, and they also helped you keep track of the growing count of hopes that appeared within your library. With each passing year, the numbers grew exponentially and you were well busy. The hopes that the precious humans had were Endless. You supposed that is what gave them their charm. 

“… remind you that the spring flooding in the Flowering Wetlands has, once again, displaced several Will-o'-the-wisp families, three Naiad families, and—“ Rita passed to look at the scroll in her hand, her green finger running down the list. “Ah, yes, the Jengu has decided to make home in the papyrus again, farming has been… difficult. Bezia, I think her name is?”

Pausing in your efforts to prune the over-growing vine of ivy vines within the heart of your citadel, you looked at the stressed Ruta, your head handmaiden. 

“Take a group of handmaidens to reconstruct the flooded homes, I’ll talk with Bezia. I’m sure there is something we can do about her residency” You told her, returning your pruning clippers to the basket of garden tools. The skirt of your dress swirled around your bare feet as you approached Ruta and looked at the scroll in her hands. The spring floods caused mayhem each and every year, but the residents of the Flowering Wetlands refused to live anywhere else. You had no issue with that and were glad to help rebuild what got ruined every year… but Bezia the Jengu, or swamp mermaid, repeatedly used the flooding to take residence in the papyrus fields. You couldn’t have that because it impeded parchment production for the library… but you couldn’t exactly remove Bezia from what made her happy. 

“I see that you have a plan, my lady?” Ruta questioned with a knowing smile. You smiled back and looked up at the sky that shone in the open courtyard

“I’ll be back soon, expect the realm to tremble with change anew,” You spoke over your shoulder, flower petals and stardust swirling around you. Your dove cooed overhead seconds before you and her disappeared. Your journey to the Flowering Wetlands only took seconds and soon you were standing knee-deep within muddy waters, floating plants and flowers surrounding you. Your dove cooed and fluttered down to your shoulder. Scanning the papyrus around you, you spotted a glimmer of a green tail before it disappeared beneath the water. “Bezia?” You called, slowly walking towards the Jengu. 

You spotted the mischievous Jengu watching you from the shallow waters, swimming between the papyrus plants and never staying in one spot. 

“Bezia, I wish to speak to you, will you not pause in your mischief merry-making?” You called out. There was another splash, and you saw her tail flick a couple of plants before she popped out of the water in front of you. The dark-skinned Jengu eyed you wearily, her tail swishing about in nervous energy. “You can’t keep taking residence among the papyrus fields, Bezia, we need them for the library.” Her facial features scrunched in distaste.

“The papyrus fields are the best home to have, my lady, the salt water chafes my skin and the freshwater doesn’t feel right on my fins,” Bezia replied, flashing you her pointed teeth. Your eyes flickered around you, observing the papyrus fields.

“Which is why I shall make an extension to the Flowering Wetlands to provide you with a home you may take residence in year-round.” You explained to her, a kind expression on your face. “I do not wish for the residents of my realm to feel not at home, that includes you Bezia.” 

The Jengu regarded you carefully, assessing to see if you spoke the truth. Then she nodded. With your eyes sparking to life, you looked to the heavens of your realm and raised your arms, shifting and molding the nearby landscape to stretch and bend, expand and reform. Muddy water sloshed against your dress, staining the white fabric as you worked. When you were done, there was a winding path through the papyrus fields that led to a new grove. In that grove were twisting vines and flowers that wove halls and rooms, a perfect home for any Jengu that further sought home. Bezia’s eyes glowed with happiness, and without a thank you or word, she swam her way to the newly made grove with the excitement of a child. 

You smiled, knowing that she would be much happier now that she had a place to call her own. Raising your eyes to the heavens of your realm, you spent a moment enjoying the nice breeze breaking through the heat of early summer. While you were closing your eyes and feeling the soft gales caressing your body, you felt a summons. 

Dawn, I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil. I request permission to visit your realm to speak with you on a matter regarding recent dreams. 

You blinked and your lips parted as you exhaled. You could see in your mind's eye that he held an ivory dove in his hands, his starlit eyes staring down into the carved sigil. 

As long as my gates remain open, Dream, you are free to visit me however you shall design. My gates welcome you, you may meet me in my courtyard, I will be but a moment. 

You felt Dream acknowledge your words and enter your realm, his presence emerging within your palace walls. His presence always made you feel more connected to the Waking World. While you carried their hopes, Dream carried their dreams, and together you made dreams come true. Blinking out of your inner thoughts, you looked down at your soiled dress. It wasn’t completely ruined… so gripping the part of it that was mud-stained, you began ripping the hem. Your dress hem was torn to your knees by the time you decided you were satisfied with your work. Wiping your damp palms on the skirt of your dress, you focused on transporting yourself back to the citadel. Ruta will be happy to know that Bezia would no longer be a problem among the papyrus fields. 

Walking barefoot down a hallway you spotted Ruta speaking with Zinnia, the dryad who was in charge of keeping the rooms tidy and neat. In other words, making sure that the plants that intertwined with the castle didn’t get overzealous in their growth.

“My lady,” The dryads echoed as you approached them. Ruta peered at you with a knowing look. 

“I take it out papyrus problem is no more?” You smiled and bowed your head.

“A minor adjustment to the realm was all that was needed, Ruta. There was no malignancy behind Bezina’s actions.” Ruta bobbed her head and drew a line through a point in her checklist. 

“I thought so, I have a few more items to sort out within the Forest of Songs… but I can do that by myself. I believe Lord Dream is waiting for you within your courtyard?” 

“Yes, we have business,” You confirmed, your eyes lifting to the hall that led to the inner sanctum of the palace. “Please contact me if you run into any more problems, Ruta.”

“Of course my lady,” Ruta replied before she and Zinnia bid their farewells and departed. You resumed your course to your courtyard, walking beneath the curtained waterfall that flowed at all four entrances of the open space. At your footfalls, Dream, who had been standing and observing the pond in the very center of the courtyard, turned around. His eyes met yours, then widened when he took in your state. 

“Apologies for my state of dress, I was assisting with the spring floods within the Flowering Wetlands and it gets… muddy this year,” You said in a soft explanation. Dream’s lips twitched at your words. “You said you had a matter of recent dreams you wished to speak of? How may I help you?” 

Date Published: 1/16/23

Last Edit: 1/16/23

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[mbakuwife]

I’m not gone lie , I’m so ready for everybody to start back writing stories when the black panther movie in nov 💖

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[castawaycat]

One Bite at a Time

Wandanat x FemaleReader

Request: [Hi! Can I ask a wandanat x reader where the reader faints because she forgot to eat or something like that and her girlfriends become worried and protective? Thank you so much]

(So, I went with what you requested but I added that the reader struggles with an underlying eating disorder. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to bring comfort to those who struggle with eating. I hope you still enjoy this story. Thank you for requesting me to write something. I had a great time writing this short story.)

Trigger Warning: eating disorders, ARFID eating disorder, mentions of emotional abuse, mental illnesses

You got home from work completely exhausted. You had turned down dinner with your girlfriends. Sure you felt bad, but you had been around so many people today that you needed time to recharge from social interactions.

Your favorite way to distress was to play Animal Crossing on your switch and get lost in doing your everyday island tasks. It always made you happy to check up on all your island villagers.

Your stomach growled as you finally looked at the time in the corner of your game. “Shit.” You mumbled as you realized that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday. It was so easy to dissociate and forget about your needs.

Life was so stressful at times. Between working and being in a relationship with two amazing women, it was easy to just put your needs on the back burner.

Your phone lit up with several missed calls from Wanda and Natasha.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, oh god are you okay? Detka, we’ve been so worried about you.” Natasha asked. Her voice was full of concern.

Instantly you felt guilty for not answering your phone. When it came to you your girlfriends were very protective. They weren’t controlling in a toxic way; they just had a habit of worrying about you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear my phone. I’m okay… it’s just been a long day. How was dinner with Wanda?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“It’s okay. Are you sure you’re okay? Hey listen, we’re coming by to bring you dinner. Wanda and I went to your favorite restaurant and got you your favorite dish.” Nat said into the phone. She could hear how exhausted you were through the phone.

“It’s okay. I’m just going to head to bed. Thank you for thinking of me though.” You said as you began to fidget with the necklace that they had gifted you for your birthday.

“Detka, we’re coming over. No arguing. We’re pulling in right now.” Wanda said in her stern voice. She could tell that you weren’t in a healthy headspace.

You knew better than to argue with Wanda. “I’ll see you in a little.” You said before hanging up.

It wasn’t until you got up that you began to feel shaky. Your vision felt blurry but you shrugged it off; it was probably just from being tired and from playing hours of Animal Crossing.

You went to your front door and unlocked it for your girlfriends.

“Baby, you look pale. Are you feeling okay?” Wanda asked as she immediately felt your forehead to check if you had a fever.

Natasha instantly started to plate the food that they had brought for you. “Love, what do you want to drink?” She turned to ask you.

“I’ll have water. Wanda. Baby, I’m okay.” You said as your vision started to darken. You didn’t even believe your reassurances as you started to feel your legs give out and your vision turn black.

“Y/n!” Wanda yelled as she tried but failed to catch you. She watched in horror as your head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

Natasha ran quickly to you as she had watched you faint from the kitchen. She sprung into action as she carefully picked you up and placed you on the couch. “Wanda, I need you to prop her legs up on some pillows.” Natasha said as she checked you over to make sure that your head wasn’t bleeding.

Wanda worked quickly to get your legs propped up. She looked at you worriedly as your face had lost so much color.

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It had taken you five minutes to finally wake up. You let out a pained groan as the pain of hitting your head sank in. You tried to sit up but were pushed down by Wanda.

“Easy detka. Take it slow.” Wanda said as she helped you slowly sit up. She noticed how glazed your eyes looked. “I think you may have given yourself a concussion.”

You closed your eyes as you still felt dizzy. Your stomach betrayed you and growled loudly. Eating has always been difficult for you.

When you were younger you struggled with eating disorders. It never really stemmed from your weight. Instead it developed from food aversions and disliking the sensory of certain foods. Growing up your family would get onto you and say that you were just picky; so you had found it was just easier to avoid eating all together. Sometimes your eating disorder would casually creep back into your life.

You didn’t know how to tell your girlfriends just how badly you were struggling to eat; you didn’t want them to worry even more than they already did about you.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you got lost in the thoughts in your head. Thoughts of feeling like a burden.

“Detka?” Natasha moved closer to you and gently wiped your tears away. “Y/n, what’s going on?”

“I… I need to eat… but I just can’t. I can’t do it.” You said in a shaky voice. Your whole body shook like a leaf as even more tears fell down your face.

You felt a panic attack coming on. You had told Nat and Wanda a little about your food aversions; but you never talked about what happens when the eating disorders come back.

“Take a deep breath for me detka. You’re not in trouble. We’re worried about you; but we’re not upset with you. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Wanda said as she held your hand and gave a gentle squeeze. She hated the thoughts that were radiating off of you. She wanted you to feel safe and loved.

“Why can’t you eat detka?” Natasha asked as she helped you settle your breathing. She could tell that you were struggling to open up to them.

You took a shaky breath as you hung your head low. “I have a eating disorder called ARFID which stands for Avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder. I’ve had it ever since I was little. At first it started out as me not liking the sensory of certain foods. So basically texture, taste, and smell. Then I became restrictive about what foods I ate and when I ate food. It’s really easy for me to forget to eat or I will have a low appetite. This disorder isn’t due to fear of gaining weight or because of poor self esteem. Some days I’m just terrified to eat. I know it’s wrong. I need to eat, but it’s so hard. None of my safe foods feel safe anymore; and now I’m burdening you by making you worry about me and my stupid brain.” You said in a huff of emotions. You had started to rock back and forth as you did everything in your power not to look your girlfriends in the eye.

“Oh detka, you are never a burden to us and your brain is definitely not stupid. You’re so brave for opening up to us about this. We know it must’ve been scary and hard for you to talk about.” Wanda said as she gently pulled you into her warm embrace.

You couldn’t help but let out the sobs you were holding in. “I really am trying to get better.” You said in between sobs as you held onto her tightly.

Natasha rubbed your back soothingly. She was slightly alarmed when she felt how thin you had become. You always wore large sweatshirts, so it was hard for them to gauge your actual size. She could see the worry and concern in Wanda’s eyes. “Baby, do you think you can try to eat a little tonight?”

The fear of eating gripped your chest, but you pushed past it as you nodded your head. “I can try.”

Natasha brought the plate of takeout over to you. “Would you feel better if we shared the plate with you?”

You smiled and nodded your head. No one had ever offered to help you eat a serving of food before. Eating everything on your plate has always given you anxiety. Especially when your family called you wasteful and would make you stay at the table until you ate everything on your plate.

Wanda put on your favorite Disney movie and the three of you began to eat off of the plate.

You took one bite at a time and pretty soon the plate was empty; and for the first time you felt safe and full.

Wanda and Natasha gave you the proudest and warmest smile before they wrapped you tightly in their embrace.

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[araaaa-bella]

Joseph Quinn x femalereader¡

Warning: smut

Joseph's age: 19 years old

Arabella's age (y/n): 17 years old

“Honey, could you tell me what time it is?” asked your boyfriend Joseph.

“Sure” you said turning on your cell phone. “Shit, time goes by so fast. It's almost twelve o'clock in the morning”.

“Hell, then I guess I have to go home now” he said getting up from your bed.

“Why in such a hurry?” You said confusing him. “It's too late for you to go walking alone, it's better that you spend the night with me” you said giving him a nice smile.

“Maybe you are right. But I didn't bring pajamas or anything to change into…” You didn't let him finish.

“It does not matter. When my brother moved, he left a lot of clothes, there may be some pajamas out there” you answered quickly, he looked at you with a suspicious face and his eyes narrowed sarcastically. “Okay, I can't say no” he said, then walked over to you and kissed you on the lips.

He sat on the bed and you sat on his lap, making the kiss deeper and more passionate. Joseph stuck his tongue in your mouth and you mimicked the act, causing a war of tongues in his mouth and his body temperature to rise.

“Daughter, your father and I...” said your mother entering the room without knocking on the door. “Damn! Sorry I should have knocked on the door!” your mother said, closing the door again.

“Shit” you whispered instantly separating yourself from Joseph, both cheeks very flushed.

You left the room for your mother to tell you what she had to say.

“What did you want to say to me?” you said without making eye contact with your mother.

“Your father and I are going out for a couple of hours, we'll be back at dawn, I just wanted to leave you the keys to the house” your mother said, embarrassed by what she saw, then she gave you the keys.

“Thanks, have fun” you said heading back to your room but your mother stopped you.

“Wait. Arabella, I know you're at a stage where you want... to have sex with your partner, but please don't forget protection, I don't want to be a grandmother yet”.

“Mother! What nonsense you say! I'm not giving you a grandchild yet, I'm not even 18”.

“That's why I say it, it can come unexpectedly” your mother said, letting out a laugh when she saw your face of confusion and amusement at the same time. “Now if I let you go with your boyfriend”.

“Okay” you answered, then went to your room and finished what was left pending.

“What happened?” Joe asked lying on your bed.

“My parents are going out, so we'll have the house alone for at least 4 hours” you said and a smile appeared on your boyfriend's face and he kissed you again.

They heard the front door close, making it clear that your parents were gone. They returned to an intense and passionate kiss, with many feelings together: love, desire, passion and lust.

They continued with their lips together, while Joseph put his hand under your blouse touching the straps of your bra, then he took out your blouse and you took out his shirt. They formed a kiss again as Joseph touched your breasts and then kissed your neck making you let out small gasps. Joseph made a path of wet kisses from your neck to your breasts, to kiss them on the thin fabric of your bra, then he unfastened the bra to kiss you again, during the kiss you unfastened his belt and threw it somewhere in the room. They were both almost naked, only their pants remained, Joe left you under him while he removed your pants leaving you only with your panties.

“Shit, you have to know that you look very sexy in black lingerie” he said huskily.

You didn't answer, you just let him continue. As he now removed your panties, he spoke again.

“You're so wet, honey, is this all for me?” he said with a seductive tone that killed you, while you felt that each time he got closer to your intimacy until joining his mouth with her.

You let out a loud moan while he played with his tongue in you, he sucked every part of your vagina but not abruptly but desperately, you were a sea of ​​moans while Joseph made you enjoy. Your boyfriend stopped to insert two of his fingers into you, while you asked for more, it was such a pleasant and satisfying feeling for you that you did not want it to end. Joseph's fingers went in and out of you, while he continued licking your clitoris reaching your G-spot, after a couple of seconds you came to orgasm in his mouth.

“Open your mouth” he said, pulling his fingers away from you as you obeyed and he put his fingers in your mouth. “Good girl” he said kissing you desperately and biting your lower lip.

He separated from you to take off his pants and then his boxers, leaving his erect penis before your eyes.

“Joe, wait” you said, controlling your breath. “Do you have a condom?”.

“Shit, I almost forgot” he said looking in his pants pocket for a small silver package, he opened it and put on the condom and then entered you.

A loud moan came from both of their mouths, Joseph stayed still for a couple of seconds so you could get used to the size, Joe was not a small man so at first you felt pain, but after that pain comes a lot of pleasure. Joseph followed up with slow thrusts so that they both felt the same pleasure.

“Joe... faster” You begged for more.

“As you say, Miss Bella” he responded, obeying your orders. He continued to penetrate you quickly and hard, both of you were about to climax. Joseph placed his hand on your clitoris causing you double the pleasure and making you reach orgasm first, after 3 more thrusts Joseph came and they both let out a loud moan of pleasure that probably sounded throughout the house. He stayed still for a couple of seconds and then he came out of you to remove the condom and throw it in the trash can on your desk. They both lay down and covered their bodies with the sheets of your bed.

“I love you Arabella” Joseph said in your ear, and you turned around to face him.

“I still love you” you replied to give him a kiss before sleeping. You fall asleep on his chest and he hugs you around the waist.

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[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: once a week, you and your boyfriend organize a boarding-games-tournament. today, however, things have changed. because you don't compete in a funny strategy activity, but a sex game.

warnings: mentions of sexual activities

(a/n): I didn't have time to write a longer chapter due to exams, so please leave a comment if you liked this one shot and want a second part (because you will surely realize it is needed if you proceed on reading) <3

SATURDAYS WERE UNDOUBTEDLY your favorite part of the week because of the fact that you got to spend it solely with your boyfriend, spending your time together while devouring delicious pastries, laughing your buts off, and enjoying your limited but precious time together.

Lewis took a sip of the orange juice that he made for the two of. Then, he gestured you to do the same, as well.

Bringing the glass an inch away from your nose, you turned to the man standing beside you on the velvet carpet. "Is drink poisoning a thing? Google it just in case you have to mention it to the doctors later."

Lewis flashed on of those wide, astonishing smiles and emptied the liquid out of the glass in a matter of seconds. "I guess that I'll have to koin you as well," He placed the empty glass on his side, a little further just in case he does a fast moment and drips it over. "If something happens to you, it happens to me too." He grabbed the glass and pressed it to your lips. "Drink it, (y/n)." He instructed, and you did as you were told, but the liquid failed to pass to your stomach as his brown, intense eyes were fixed on your. "Shallow, my love. Shallow." Lewis whispered, making me shiver for some kind of reason.

He loved to tease you more than anything else.

You weren't sure if you hated or adored it.

You swollen the tiny sip, realizing that it's more tasty than anything you could've imagined.

"Hmm...?"

"It's good. I like it," you placed the glass down and a small Christmas bag appeared out of nowhere in Lewis' hands.

"What's that?"

You leaned in to grab it, but your boyfriend clicked his tongue unapprovingly. "No, not so fast." He growled and looked at you.

"You're going to make me beg for it or...?" You joked and laughed to yourself, but for the very first time, Lewis didn't join you.

And that freaking terrified you.

"Not yet, my love." He opened the red and white bag widely and pulled a wide box out of it.

With a very first glance, it looked like a boarding game. However, the moment Lewis placed it on the carpet in front of you, you realized it was more than just that.

It was a game. Not exactly a boarding one, but still.

It was a game for couples.

And the cover read 18+ in red letters, making your heart roar in your chest.

"Every Saturday, we have our boarding games tournament, right, my love?"

"Yes." You replied, forcing the air that couldn't escape from your lungs.

"Tonight, it's going to be a little different." He smiled and scratched his neck. "I saw this online, and the first thing that came in my mind was you."

"The weird thing would be not to think of me..." You exclaimed and you both laughed for a brief moment.

"So, we have a few challenges that we may or may not accept. Some of them are tricky, others are quite ordinary..." He struggled to find the correct words for a second. "... and there are also some spicy ones. Okay?"

Locking eyes with him, you nodded positively.

This is going to be interesting...

Lewis unwrapped the thin layer of protection that guarded the box and opened it, revealing a few cards. Some of them were red, others were hued white, while other were a deep shade of green with white letters.

They all had a similarity, however. On the one side of them, they were all black so that we could not detect a special category of them.

Setting the box away, Lewis set the cards and mixed them up a little. Afterward, he turned them around in order to not be able to read the questions on them, even though you tried glancing over them for a moment.

"So... who's first?" You questioned, despite the fact that yoy already knew Lewis was going to let you upon it first.

"All yours, baby." His thick accent echoed like a temptation calling your name, as he montioned to the cards.

Closing tour eyes tight, you placed your hand on the pile of cards and picked the second one.

The paper was hued green, therefore it was a tricky one.

You read it aloud, and you could feel Lewis' eyes fixed on you the entire time. "Reveal the first two people you last called."

Lewis smiled. "Damn, that's a tricky one? Baby, you don't have to do that if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay." Bringing your phone from the kitchen's table, you opened the phone app and hand the mobile to Lewis.

The first two were him and your father.

You had nothing to hide. He trusted you and you trusted him, too.

A freaking game wasn't going to change that, for God's shake.

Lewis picked a second card, which was also green.

"Explain the two favorite things of your partner's body and face." He laughed and groaned. "That's too easy, my love. The guy who made these didn't even try."

Laughing, you crawled to him, embracing his massive body. He glanced at you and placed you in his lap.

"I need an answer, Mr. Hamilton."

"Well," He touched tour cheeks and moved to your lips. "I like yours lips. I have told you that before, haven't I, my love?" He muttered, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes, many times, baby."

"Apart from that, your eyes were always my favorite, though." He placed a small peck on your lips, and you went in for more. "You know how much I adore eye contact." He added, and you instantly knew what he meant.

That was why he said he needed eye contact while having sex. It was one of his favorite parts of the whole thing. He had admitted to it before.

"Shall I continue, Sir?" You asked and he seemed to bite his lips for a second as his strong hands cupped your whole body.

God knew how much he loved it when you used the word sir while talking to him.

It could be funny when other people called him that way, but with you...

It was very, very different.

He got hard just at the thought of your tongue pronouncing this exact word.

After his nodding, you went for the next card.

You pulled slightly away from him so that he couldn't read it.

The color of the card made your heart stop in your chest for a moment.

It was red. Just like the blood turning ice in your veins at that moment.

You read that. But not out loud.

Lewis' expression grew concerned. "What is it, my love?" He tried to take a look at your card, but you pulled away from his lap. "(y/n), read it out loud. You are freaking scaring me. It's just a game, and--"

He didn't get to finish as you interrupted him. "Have your partner seated and make them watch you pleasure yourself in front of them. They must not touch or do anything else that includes physical touch between the two of you. If they give in, you get to choose a punishment for them and apply it on them anytime."

Lewis' face remains frozen while you read, but as soon as your gaze rose and fell upon him, his eyes widened.

He knew that the next minutes were going to be the very death of him.

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