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i-cant-sing · 27 days

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To that one thought about the different monarchs YES TO ALL

Ahahaha im so glad so many people liked that idea (OG post here), so ive decided to work on it. So, lets set the story okay? (also btw do not @ me with historical inaccuracies and dates because i simply dont care about all of this that deeply). This AU will have multiple parts, where reader gets to travel through different time periods (and some of them will be real historic figures, others would be created by me).

Reader is a scientist, was working on her time machine (which is just a small box with time/year slots on it), and decides to travel to the past to solve some mysteries, or perhaps simply for the love of history.

So, where does reader travel to first?

1180. Landing right in the kingdom of Jerusalem. And who does she meet?

King Baldwin IV- the leper king.

Reader wanted to see how leprosy, a deadly disease at the time, had affected the king, who despite his conditions, still managed to possess great military strategies and IQ. And how even though his people knew about his outcome, still pledged their loyalty and unwavering support.

You, a scientist of the modern time ofc brought along futuristic gadgets with you. Knowing how youd look in your present era clothes, you wore a watch that allowed you to change into clothes of old times, to blend in easily. All of your gadgets were concealed easily because of their "invisibility cloak" feature.

You made your way towards the castle, making sure to not let awe be apparent in your face as you took in your surroundings, thinking of all the questions youd like to ask the wise king. Of course, you had to make sure you dont do anything to disturb the historic timeline, because then it just might lead to disastrous results.

Getting into the castle was easy, after all you had equipment to sneak you in undetected. You looked around as the servants rushed around, talking about making the arrangements perfect for the feast. You figured out that the feast was probably for another victory the king had gotten, which meant that everyone would be too busy to notice you snooping around.

With everyone engaged downstairs, you had your way up to the king's study, where you opened the door only to be met with a tall burly man standing there, looking surprised to see you.

"Who are you?" He barked, and you got the worst vibes from this man.

"Uh- Im a servant!" You said,backing up a little, just in case you needed to make a run. The man narrowed his eyes as he looked you up and down. "A servant? No servants are allowed in the king's study!"

"The king sent me here." You lied. "And why are you here if servants are not allowed?"

The man's eyes widened in rage before grabbing you by the neck. "Because Im not a servant, fool! I'm his brother in law!" He shook you hard. "And I dont think youre a servant, if you couldnt recognise me! I will have your head, spy!"

"GUY!" Someone yelled from behind you, making Guy look up as his grip around your neck loosened. "Let her go!"

"Your majesty, she's a spy-"

"She's a servant. I sent her up to retrieve my papers." Guy let you go, as you quickly turned around to see him- King Baldwin. You bowed to him as you gave him a glance, noticing his piercing gaze through his iron mask. His gaze shifted from you to Guy. "And what were you doing here, Guy?"

"I was looking for Sibylia, your majesty." He said.

"In my study? My sister is waiting for you downstairs. Go." Guy scrambled away with his tail tucked between his legs, while you watched as the king made his way into his study, leaving you outside.

You took a step back, about to leave-

"Well, come on in." He called you. You ponder over it for a second before walking in. Look, how many times can you meet a historical figure like him?

Baldwin was sitting in his chair, his eyes looking at you through his mask. "So, who are you and what were you doing here? And dont bother lying, unless you want to be tortured for attempted assassination on the king."

You bit your lip before sighing. "Im Y/n L/n." Clasping your hands together, you took a deep breath. "I came here because... I wanted to know about you."

He rested his chin on his palm. "Why? Do you not know about the king of Jerusalem? Where are you from?" He's not vain, but he knows that his numerous victories have made him popular over the years. So why do you not know of him? Or his brother in law, Guy, who is very vain.

"Im from nowhere. For as long as I can remember, Ive been travelling from place to another. Of course, Ive heard about you, but... I crave to know more." You said, partly telling the truth because you do want to know more about him.

His eyes remained on you, the same intense gaze. "And why should I allow you to know more? Do you mistake yourself to be worthy enough to even be in the presence of a king?"

Shit. He was trying to put you in the corner. You had to play this smart.

You smiled softly. "Of course not. Then again, none of us are worthy of anything God blesses us with." You paused, letting the words settle. "Your majesty, I only wish to know more about you because I like to write. I like to write about history, and when one day, God forbid, you succumb to your illness, wouldn't you like to be known for more than just your victories?" You'd read about how Baldwin IV was a fan of history and stories.

His eyes stared at you- no, through you. Unmoving, he replied. "Man shouldnt be so narcissistic to have someone write about his deeds."

You gave a nod. "Jesus wasnt a narcissist. Neither was Mary, nor Abraham. Muhammad wasnt a narcissist either, yet theyre mentioned in books- holy books, nonetheless."

The room fell silent for a few seconds, before he spoke. "True. But why should I have you write it, instead of using one of my scribes?"

"Precisely for the reason you just said." You raised your head a bit. "They'd write never ending praises for you, portray you as this omnipotent ruler, make you look like a narcissit even. I have a keen eye, your majesty. I like to look at what there is beyond the surface. If you let me be your scribe, I could write about details you dont even know. Id write about your strengths as well as weaknesses, for the generations to read and learn from you."

Baldwin remained still for a few moments before finally standing up, walking directly towards you until he was face to face. His blue eyes shining bright under his iron mask.

"I will let you write, under two conditions. First- I approve what gets to be in the book. And second... you spy for me."

"Wait, spy?"

He hummed. "Well, not a conventional spy. You wont have to leave this castle and penetrate enemy territories to eavesdrop. I still dont trust you enough. No- you- you will spy on my court. I want to know what is happening, when, where, and who says what." Under his mask, he raised a brow. "Do you accept?"

You pretended to hesitate, when in reality this was the exact situation you wanted to be in. "Hmm... yes. I accept."

"Good." He walks back towards his desk. "I expect that it goes without saying- complete discretion." You smiled. "Of course, your majesty."

Months passed by as you worked for the king. He let you in on details, allowed you to ask personal questions, and in return you kept an eye on everything that happened in court. Listening on to what the servants whispered to eavesdropping on "secret meetings" of the nobles- of course, headed by Guy. Oh how you loathed that vermin's guts. No- he had no guts. A spineless creature, who blatantly talked of the king's eventual demise and all the ways he'd make the kingdom flourish again, how he'd show "no mercy to Salauddin and his muslims". You have no idea how Sibylla was attracted to him- a man who plans her brother's demise openly.

As for the king, working with him- or for him, wasnt all bad. In fact, it was quite fun. The amount of stories, the secrets youve been able to discover- none of it could ever be found in any history book. Most of all, you respect Baldwin on a whole new level now.

His struggles, ever since he was kid- not being a legitmate ruler, his parents being forced to separate, then being diagnosed with leprosy but forced to keep it a secret, the competition with his other sibling to be the heir, and of course, even when he did become the king, he still had to prove his mettle- his worth that he's worthy of ruling even with his disease.

With his life expectancy being uncertain and a huge amount of responsibility being shovelled onto him, he had to learn a lot and master various skills in very short time.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Y/n could only imagine how isolated he must feel. Not being able to touch anyone, to have a significant other, to constantly win battles and do everything in your power to help the kingdom flourish, just for him to not even be alive to enjoy the fruits of his efforts. And worse, he's forced to give it away to his brother in law, that useless piece of shit.

Its one thing that confuses you about Baldwin. You know how persistent he is, how when he sets his eyes on something, he does everything in power and BEYOND to achieve it. For example, when he was only a child and had started to lose the ability to use his hands, he quickly learned to use his thighs to steer his horse. He did not let his disease hold him back, so how does a person as motivated as him simply allow his kingdom to be left in the hands of someone as incapable as Guy?

Then again, you suppose he's doing it for the sake of his sister. Baldwin adores Sibylla, and you could see why. Sibylla was his older sister, she took care of him, and she was forced to marry early because the court would only allow Baldwin to be king IF she were married, so that when Baldwin dies of leprosy, her husband could take care of the kingdom. Baldwin views it as the ultimate sacrifice, so even though he has tried to separate his sister from Guy, she has refused because she's in love with him.

God knows how. You wondered. Guy does not have any redeeming qualities, then again youre thinking like a 21st century woman. Woman of this time had the bar for men set below the deepest level in hell.

"So, what do you have for me today?" Baldwin asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sighed, shaking your head. "Nothing new, really. Your brother in law, pardon my language your majesty, has been spewing shit about how he'll make the kingdom great again when you die. But when those nobles ask him how, he either has no answer and tries to cover it up by saying its a secret, or he'd say something so ridiculous- his ideas are bound to not only fail, but actually destroy the kingdom even more. I am surprised he doesnt give himself a headache by his own voice. God knows i get one whenever he opens his mouth." You complained, rubbing your temples making the king chuckle. Baldwin seemed to enjoy how informally you spoke.

"Guy is... something else. I apologise on his behalf." You could sense him smiling under his mask. You gave a small smile, but truthfully, your head was actually hurting a lot. You could only hope this was not a migraine developing.

"Would you like tea? Or wine?" He asked as he called in a servant. "Just water for me, thank you." You said, closing your eyes for a few moments as the sharp ache in your head increased.

Baldwin's eyes remained on you, a calculated gaze. "Are you alright? Should I call in the physician?" You shook your head. As if you could trust physicians of this time. "No, I'll be fine after I sleep." You have some medical potions with you that could heal your basic diseases and pains. A gift of modern medicine. But you'll have to use it discreetly, lest someone from this era discovers it and calls you a witch.

The servant soon brought in a chalice filled with water for you and you immediately took a sip of the cool water. Baldwin stood up as he walked over to the window, looking out into the dark night.

"Can I ask you something personal?" You asked. He hummed. You stared at his back, the white cloak he was dressed in. "Do you think if you never had this disease, would you still be a great king? A king who is so motivated to make his kingdom as successful as he can before his time is up?"

He looked back at you, and for a second you wondered if you had slighted him. But these past few months, you've learned to read his body language, despite how hard he conceals both himself and his thoughts.

"No." He said, turning back to the window. "I probably would've been a spoiled brat, I don't think I would've even been chosen to be king. I would've lost it to my half brothers." He tilted his head as he looked at a particular star in the sky. "I suppose my disease is a blessing. God blessed me with it to humble me. Had He not, I probably wouldn't be religious."

"And is that how you see your suffering? A blessing from God?" You asked as you pulled out the medical vial from your cloak and poured it in your chalice. Your headache had started to pulsate now and you needed this.

"I do. I have to serve my people, and my suffering has brought me closer to them and to God. And even with my disease, I was made a king. Isn't that divine intervention? My purpose on earth?" He said almost monotonously, as if he's had this conversation a thousand times.

You took sip of your medicated water, headache immeadiately reducing in intensity. "So... if you had the chance, would you still be the leper king? Or would you be healthy but... not a king? Just a man who gets to experience life like the rest of us, eat normal food, play with others, walk without having to wear a mask, or even fall in love?"

He remained silent, but his shoulders dropped ever so slightly. Tired? Or defeated?

"I prefer not to think about things I have no control over, Y/n." He finally turned around and his blue eyes looked at yours, though this time, there was something else swirling in them. "Finish your water and head to bed. I don't think you're well enough to tell me a story tonight." You smiled gratefully. Over these past few months, the king had enjoyed the modern world stories you told him. Some were literature classics, like Romeo and Juliet, others were straight up fanfic plots with details missing because he wouldn't have understood them anyways.

You were about to pick up your chalice when suddenly Baldwin fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!" You rushed over to him, watching him tremble on the ground as he struggled to breathe. You dropped to your knees and attempted to remove his mask, only for him swat your hand away.

"No! You'll get it too!" He said, his eyes screwing shut in pain. He was worried about you contracting leprosy.

"Just- trust me." You pursed your lips as you moved his hand away and removed his mask, before removing the white veil underneath it, which was there to prevent his peeling skin and sores from sticking to the iron mask.

You didn't gasp when you saw his disfigured face. No, you'd seen it already when they constructed his face using modern technology. You touched his forehead with your palm, noticing how warm it was. This was one of his leprosy fevers, it was serious and quiet painful. But you already know he doesn't die until 1185 and it's still 1180.

"I'll go fetch the physician-"

"No!" Baldwin yelled, struggling to breathe. "No- just-" He suddenly whimpered as pain shot through every fiber of his body, making him dig his heels into the ground. Your heart wrenched at the sight.

"Its- too- hot- i-" you looked around before grabbing your chalice and bringing it to his lips, holding his head in your lap, you helped him drink the water. He drank it all, his forehead now covered in sweat and his face still contorted in pain. You held his hand and squeezed it.

"Its okay, Baldwin. I'm here. I'm right here." You whispered, his head resting in your lap as you gently wiped his forehead with your sleeve.

Baldwin stared up into your worried eyes, and that was the last thing he saw before he passed out.

Baldwin woke upto screaming. Opening his eyes, his blurred vision slowly cleared upto watch you and Guy screaming at each other, the latter had his hand clawed into your hair.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOURE TALKING TO, YOU WENCH?!" Guy yelled as he shook you harshly.

"A SPINLESS BEING NOT WORTHY OF BEING CALLED A MAN!" You spat back, eyes red with rage.

Guy's eyes widened at the insult before he raised his hand to strike you, but was stopped by Baldwin.

"Guy! Let her go!" Both of your heads snapped towards the king.

"Y-your Majesty?" Guy couldn't believe his eyes. He survived?

"I said- let. Her. Go!" Baldwin commanded as he stood up and walked over to them, making Guy immeadiately let you go and bow to him. Baldwin's eyes landed on you, and you gave him a small bow.

"Leave." Baldwin commanded, eyes fixed on you.

Guy looked up from his his bowing position. "Your Majesty, I'm so glad you're well-"

"I said, LEAVE!" Baldwin's voice boomed, his eyes never leaving yours. Guy scrambled put of the room quickly, and you started to leave as well, but Baldwin grabbed your wrist.

"Not you." He said, those blue eyes piercing into you. "I- how long was I out?"

"2 weeks." You replied.

Baldwin let out small gasp as he let go of your hand and slowly walked towards the mirror in his room. It was quiet for a minute.

"What... happened?" He asked, looking at his reflection.

"Well, after you fainted, I called in the physicians and they took you to your chambers. They had prepared some medication but were hesitant to apply it on you, fearing they'd contract your disease. So, I convinced them to let me do it since I had already touched you. When I was done, your sister, princess Sibylla and Guy came. Guy asked the physicians when you would be dying, and the physicians said a few days and that this time- you may not wake up from your fever. While your sister broke down, and honestly I'm not trying to create problems for you guys, but you could ask anyone and they'd tell you just how much Guy beamed at the news. Anyways, they both left soon after that. Things were quite for a week, with the physicians coming in to give me the medication to apply on you. Then-" you paused trying not to show your frustration in your voice. "In the second week, Guy started fussing around and throwing tantrums since you didn't die yet. I mean, I was in your room but I could still hear him yelling at the physicians outside about how his coronation was being delayed because you were still here. It pissed me off, but you know me- I'm not one to get into family matters. So I didn't do anything. Then today-! Ugh, he came in while I was in your bathroom and I saw him grabbing a pillow and bringing it near your face. He stopped when I chucked your bible at him- so sorry about that but it was nearest thing next to me- and I just asked what he was doing. And do you know what he said? He had the nerve- THE NERVE to say 'I'm just trying to end his suffering, in fact you should do it. I can't risk contracting leprosy, I'm the future king!' And then I chucked your golden cross at him- again very sorry for that. And then we got into an argument and well- that's what you woke up to."

It was quiet again. You looked at Baldwin staring at his reflection, and for a moment, you thought he wasn't listening to you.

Baldwin nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Y/n. You may go to your room now. I will send in some physicians to check if you've contracted leprosy."

You frowned. "I havent-" but you stopped. How were you supposed to explain to him that you're "vaccinated".

In the mirror, his eyes shifted to you. "I know, but I'd like to know for sure. For my peace of mind."

You nodded. "Look, I'll go apologise to Guy right now-"

"No. There's no need. I'll talk to him myself. You've done enough. Please go to your room and wait for me." Baldwin gave you a small smile and watched you leave.

Moments later, he had a guard fetch the head physician in, who confirmed your story.

"Its true, your Majesty. Y/n risked her life to be with you for the past 2 weeks. She didn't leave the room and would apply medication on you herself, changed your clothes, wiped your sweat and even fed you some soup herself. She seemed very determined- almost as if she knew you'd recover. I'm ashamed to admit that I... I did not think you would." The physician even confirmed all the shit Guy had been doing, but Baldwin didn't need anyone's testimony to know that Guy was planning his downfall- and celebrating it. He wasn't surprised by that.

He was surprised by 2 things:

1. You hadn't contracted leprosy.

2. He was recovering from his disease.

"Its true. As you'd asked, I had done a check up on Y/n and I did not find any signs of leprosy... or any disease. She's as fit as can be!" The physician said in awe.

Baldwin smiled at that, looking at the mirror again. His own skin had begun healing. Many of his sores had already disappeared, and his complexion was returning to normal. And physical appearance was one thing, but Baldwin could even feel himself healthy on the inside. That constant ache in his bones was gone, the fatigue was gone, the suffering was gone.

But how? How could it just go away like that?

It's been 2 days since he woke up, and his health only seems to be improving at an exponential rate. And he's still trying to figure out how he got well out of nowhere. Closing his eyes, he tried to recall the events of that night.

All he remembers is falling down, fever enveloping his body so quickly, he felt like he was burning up, and then you were there and you helped him drink-

Baldwin eyes snapped open. It made sense.

He called in the guard and had him fetch his senior council members in his court room.

"I have 2 surprises for you." Baldwin said as he sat on his throne, looking over the members (Sibylla and Guy were also present), all staring and perhaps gawking at how well he looked now. "My disease is cured. I no longer suffer from leprosy." The court immeadiately fell into whispers and mutterings before going silent when he raised a hand. "I know it sounds impossible, but as you can all see, my health has not only improved but in fact I have become stronger. My body is no longer ridden with sores and boils. I no longer wear a mask, neither do I require assistance in walking. In fact, I am even able to use both of my hands to not only use a sword but also-" He pulled out a dagger and aimed it an apple he threw in the air, piercing right through it. "- I am no longer blind in one eye."

The court erupted in cheer, congratulating the king and praising God for saving Baldwin and the kingdom. From his throne, he could see Sibylla clapping in joy and wiping tears from her eyes as she smiled at him, while Guy looked at him in shock.

"Your majesty! What's the other surprise?" One of the members asked.

Baldwin smiled as he stood up.

"I have found a wife. She's the one who healed me."

He looked at the court that had once again erupted into cheer.

"Jerusalem has a new Queen."

"What do you mean I can't leave?" You asked the guard who was stationed outside your door.

"Ma'am, as I said before, the king has asked you to wait for him and ordered us to not let you leave until he comes." He said before closing the door again.

You scoffed. Can't leave? Why the hell not?

It's probably because I insulted Guy. He wants to punish me because of that. Will he throw me in the dungeons? Or will he just have my head chopped off?

You pulled out your time machine, the small box in your hands.

Well, I'm not sticking around to find out. Time to leave-

Just then, you heard the door open, making you hide the machine again. Is he finally here?

"Princess Sibylla." You bowed.

She chuckled, grabbing your shoulders. "Now, now. There's no need for that. In fact, I have to be the one bowing to you now." She said before kissing your cheeks. She's always been very humble and kind, and over the past few months, you've developed a good friendship with her.

You gave her a quizzical look. "What do you mean?" She laughed again. "Oh come on. You don't have to hide it anymore. Tell me, how did you persuade Baldwin to marry?"

"The king is getting married? To who?"

Sibylla raised a brow at you. "To-"

"Sibylla." A voice cut her off.

Baldwin was standing at your door. You bowed quickly, he looked at you before shaking his head at his sister.

"Will you leave? I have to talk to Y/n."

Sibylla nodded as she walked towards the door, but not before giving him a hug and congratulating him.

You two were alone now.

Baldwin had his hands clasped behind him as he walked closer to you.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, eyes shifting to his hands. Is he holding a knife? To punish you for insulting Guy?

"I'm well, all thanks to you." He replied.

"Huh?" You looked at him confused, but your mind was still occupied with his hands. What is he hiding?

I need to delay this and find an escape route to use my time machine. You thought.

"Um- I uh- I heard you're getting married." You gulped, eyes still fixed on his hands, trying to anticipate any sudden movements.

"I am."

"Oh um, congratulations."

"Thank you." Baldwin said, tilting his head slightly at your wide eyes fixed on his hidden hands.

Cute.

"Y/n." He called out to you.

"Look, if you- if you're still mad at me about what I said to Guy, I apologise. But- but just so you know, I- I DONT THINKS ITS GOOD OMEN TO MURDER ME BEFORE YOU GET MARRIED!"

"Y/n."

"I WILL HAUNT YOU-! IM SORRY BUT I WILL AND I WILL HAUNT YOUR WIFE AND YOUR KIDS-"

"Y/n!" You looked at him as he stared at you with amusement. "You're being ridiculous."

"Huh?"

With one hand, he cupped your cheek as he brought himself closer.

"Why would I kill my soon-to-be wife?"

What? Wait-

"What?!" You shrieked backing away. "What kind of joke is that?!"

Baldwin looked insulted. "I wouldn't joke about this. You're very important to me."

"No- I- what?!"

He sighed as he sat on your bed. "Well, it makes sense, doesn't it? You saved me from an incurable disease, clearly you're the Chosen One, sent to me by God, and now I'll marry you."

You looked at him perplexed. "What are you talking about?! Saved you? All I did was help you drink water, apply your medication and-" you paused.

Helped him drink water... from my chalice... the one with... the medicinal vial.

"No." You covered your mouth in shock. What have I done?! This would change history completely! Shit. Shit. shit shit shit-

"Yes. You dont have to be so worried. The council is actually quiet happy that Im marrying someone, and they agree that there is no better match than the woman who saved my life-"

"I did not save your life!"

"Of course, you did. You gave your chalice-" "How is that even possible?! It only had water!" "Water that touched your lips first. Of course, it mustve been your essence, your saliva that healed me-" "Ew, no. Do you even yourself?! This is all unbelievable!"

Baldwin furrowed his brows slightly. "Its... not. I mean, look at you. You spent weeks taking care of me, you touched me, and yet did not even show signs of any illness, let alone leprosy! Of course, youre the chosen one!"

"I am not the chosen one!" You yelled as you pulled at your hair frustratedly. How could you fuck up so bad? If Baldwin really is cured, then history will be changed- and it will have disastrous impacts on future-

Baldwin pulled your hands away from your hair, tutting at you. "Dont do that. Youre the Queen, you cant hurt yourself."

"I am not the Queen."

He nodded. "Yet. But you are a princess now." Baldwin said as he pulled out the box hed been hiding behind his back all this time. Before you could even react, he'd already pulled out the big gold ring with a sapphire that had tiny diamonds around it and he slipped the ring onto your finger. You gawked at the ring making him chuckle.

Baldwin bent down to kiss your forehead sweetly before tapping your cheek admonishingly.

"Now, no hurting yourself princess. I want my queen in perfect health." Your cheeks reddened at how close he was, making him laugh even more as he pecked your forehead again and turned to leave.

You couldn't even say anything, he'd left you speechless. He looked back once, a lazy smile on his face.

"I should leave you to rest now, before Sibylla returns and starts pestering you with wedding preparations. She told me that shed been looking forward to this day for a very long time."

so this is part 1. thoughts????

PART 2 here!

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reidsdaisies · 6 months

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hihihi !! i saw that you wanted requests and i will happily oblige 😭 i was wondering if you could do a like grumpy spencer reid x sunshine/bombshell reader !! i love the whole opposites attract trope. maybe its where like hes having a bad day and just kinda wants to go home but reader turns that frown upside down and flirts w him n stuff !!

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༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; grumpy!spencer reid x sunshine/bombshell!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ warnings; maeve doesn’t exist bc this is like right around the beginning of season 8 I’d say, slightly handsy reader ig?, use of pet names ‘baby’, ‘sweetie’, ‘hon’, mention of the one ‘sugar pie’, also I don’t think spencer would growl but i thought it was kinda funny and random. also he’d probably not not want to do a guest lecture but just imagine he’d had a rough week or something and that’s why he’s reluctant to go.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.6k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; i also love opposites attract but im not the best at writing it, so this one is like subtle ig and so reader is more of a flirt than a bombshell. but if you or anyone else has a diff request for bombshell!reader pleasepleaseplease send it in bc I’d love to try again and make her an actual bombshell lolz

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The day was already off to a bad start. You could tell from Spencer’s body language and whole demeanor that he just wasn’t having it.

Today, Spencer is supposed to be giving a guest lecture to Alex Blake’s class. So, here you stand outside the classroom, 10 minutes before he’s supposed to go in and prepare, pulling at his arm uselessly.

He’s planted himself to a bench in the empty hallway, head in his hands, hiding his face from you.

“C’mon, Spence, it’s just 30 minutes, a 1 and done thing.” You squat down in front of him at eye level, though it’s slightly uncomfortable even in your most casual heels. You’re currently trying to convince him that it really isn’t that bad, and that he’ll feel more relaxed once he’s gotten into the flow of things.

“It’s not like you’ve never done this before,” sighing, you give up trying to make him look at you and instead sit down besides him, your hand reaching over to rest on his left shoulder. “Didn’t you do something similar with Rossi a couple years ago? And you’re good friends with Blake, so this should be a piece of cake.”

“You say that, but you’ve never even had to think about doing something like this. It’s nerve wracking.” He mumbles into his hands, shaking his head.

When he finally pulls his head away, he’s pouting, giving you an annoyed stare. He shrugs your hand off him, hunching in on himself.

“Sweetie,” you start, taking a deep breath and choosing your next words, “remember the first time this happened? One second you were all frustrated— I mean like at one point I think you even growled at me— then the next you were fine. What did the trick that time?”

He scoffs at the mention of him growling, but he does stop to think about it. You can see him mentally searching for that last time, replaying the events of that afternoon.

He licks his lips in contemplation, opening his mouth before closing it. Taking another glance in your direction, he gives you a quick once over. “I-.. well, you..? I guess.”

“Well, what did I do, hon?”

“Uhm, I don’t know..” Of course you already know he remembers, there’s very few, if any, things he doesn’t, he’s just having a hard time saying it outright.

“C’mon baby, I know you know.”

Even after multiple months of dating you, he’s still getting used to all the nicknames you call him. You’ve called him things such as ‘baby’, and ‘sugar pie’, more times than you’ve called him by his actual name. He knows this for a fact. He counted.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he glances down with a soft smile on his face. “Stuff like that, like calling me ‘baby’ and whatnot. Flirting with me.”

“Aw, look at you smiling,” you tease, gently prodding his shoulder, “I knew deep down, as much as you try to deny, you actually enjoy my flirtatiousness.”

“Hush,” he rolls his eyes playfully, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well then, ‘baby’, what’s it gonna take this time, hm? Maybe a bit more of my flirtatious charm could ease those nerves.”

You wink at him jokingly, eliciting a chuckle from the man beside you.

After a few seconds, you push him to stand, about ready to shove him towards the door as well. “But in all seriousness, you better get your ass in there or I will tell Blake and all your other colleagues about the growling.”

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affected // jude bellingham x reader

summary; jude never realizes how you’ve affected him and his life.

word count; 4k

warnings; angst, situationship, playboy! jude, smut, slapping.. unprotected sex, fingering, missionary..

a/n; once again.. not proofread! for a friend of mines & for my jude girlies, anything in bold is flashbacks &&&& sorry if this is bad..this is also based off my experiences im still going through.. anywho..enjoy! 🎀🐾

aching, that’s how it felt the day you saw him hanging out with a lot of girls after he kept coming back to you everytime and you would take him back. you had enough of him but something in you always craved for him, no matter what it was. anything you used to do that you did with him, you found yourself stopping and breaking down, your heart would ache, it even ached your hands and all over your chest. anytime you would open up the social media you’d see recent events of jude, him with a new girl maybe at least a few times a week or seen walking out of their homes. it upsetted you in so many ways, you didn’t know what to do, you stayed home avoiding everybody. even text messages and calls from him. you always took him back, after every little mistake he did, after playing with your heart & using you for when he didn’t have anybody around that time. small glimpses of any memory you two shared would hit you, no matter where you were or how you were feeling, it always ruined your day. it hurt you when you realized you weren’t his world, you were his side piece, only something he needed when he was desperate and much more you could never explain. you were the other woman, because he knew you fell in his trap so many attempt’s because you were in love, a love that you somewhat never experienced but with him. a love that had you in awe from head to toe, a love that had you attached. he knew your weaknesses, he knew the things you thought about with him. he knew the things you did for him and threw it away like nothing mattered because there was always other women throwing themselves at him, and he enjoyed it. you cried for days & days.

that was now a month ago.. without him but his text messages would return, even his calls.

you were now in the couch sitting down criss cross reading your book, it was a cloudy windy day and you had gotten back from visiting your mom at her home for lunch as she had promised. your phone was slowly getting tons and tons of messages, nobody but jude himself and you managed to avoid them. you stared at the vase of flowers he had gotten you, you sighed as you put ur book away before walking over to the island counter, there had been a card next to the flowers but you never opened, afraid that you’d burst out in ears and you’ll be begging back for him. you sighed, ‘fuck it’ you thought before you grabbed the note slowly before opening it, your heart already racing as you felt your heart thumping in your ears, you slowly read the note as tears started to form in your eyes. what were you thinking, why would you do this in the first place. you put the note back next to the card as you wiped your tears before making your way to your coach, you laid down before grabbing the blanket. suddenly you closed your eyes and there you were again.

“jude! did you really get me this!?” you said as your eyes were widened looking at the vase of the flowers, purple and baby pink. just like how you loved those colors, “yes i did, do you love them?” he said as you smiled nodding your head at him, “what for?” you said putting them on the isle as he chuckled, “because i love you so much sweetie.” he said as he stood behind you, hugging you behind. his hands wrapping around your waist befofe you turned around, “i love you a lot..you know that..” you said as he smiled slightly, “me too.” he said as you giggled booping his nose before he picked you up, you bursted out giggling as he smiled. “you’re so pretty..” he said, a pink tint brushing over your cheeks before your hands cupped his cheeks. he looked at you as you admired the color of his eyes, you were still blushing before he kissed you, you kissed back giggling before he kept kissing you, he laid you on the couch as you were still giggling before he fell on top of you, “i love you so much..” he murmured in your ear as you looked at him.

you woke up as you were panting for some reason, tears streaming down your face before you got up walking to your bathroom, you washed off your makeup as you sobbed in between washing your face. why would you pick the note up, why did you overthink it a lot. you wiped your tears constantly, your eyes puffy and pink. you walked back to the living room as you sat back down, you kept crying and your chest was hurting. your eyes widening as you looked at your phone, tons and tons of more messages from jude. you sobbed out again before the door knocked, you choked on your breathing as you wiped your tears, “c-coming..!” you said as you wiped your tears again before walking to the door as you opened it, you stood there as your breath hitched. you swallowed down as you felt your eyes water up again, why was he at your door. did he want you for more pleasure? did he want to toy around with you again? did he only want you in his trap again? what did he want. so much was going through your head you attempted to process it in one second. “i kept messaging and messaging you, why didn’t you pick up?” jude said leaning closer to you as you shook your head, “g-get away from me..” you murmured as you looked down not wanting to let him see your teary eyes. “why? what’s wrong now.” he said harshly as you looked up at him, “nothing..just sick..” you said with a tear slipping out of your eyes, knowing you were lying. he looked at you as your hands began shaking, “y-you can..come i-in tho..” you said as he nodded before he walked in to your home.

you looked at him as he looked at you back, “hm?” he said as you shook your head, “why are you..h-here?” you said trying to control your breathing, attempting to calm down knowing this time things get settled and get fixed or you take him back in as nothing happened and fall into his trap. “just wanted to talk to you..” he said as your eyes widened again, more tears slipping out. “n-no..” you murmured shaking your head, “n-no..not this t-time..” you said choking up on a sob as he held your hand, “i promise we can work something out this time..” he said as you shook your head, “we can’t! everytime i take you back, you do stupid stuff! stupid fucking stuff that you think you dont know what it is but you know what you’re doing! it’s not fair!” you said as you slapped his chest, “i-i’m always your stupid option! you only need me when you’re looking for sex.” you yelled out sobbing as you looked at him, your vision blurry from the tears building up. he looked at you, “that’s not me, i promise darling..” he said as you shook your head, “it’s a cycle. you hang out with a girl and suddenly when i try and hang out with somebody you’re onto me, it’s like this every fucking damn time jude! it’s not fair for me!” you said as another tear slipped out again, he looked at you cupping your cheek. “that’s not me it isn’t y/n.”

“you knew what you were doing in some of these things.. you cheated the first time we got back together. you don’t get what i felt!

you said crying again before he glared, “i never cheated. she was all up on me and i was drunk. you obviously don’t get what i tried doing for us neither.” he said as you shook your head, “that’s not fucking true! it was all over the media! are you fucking stupid!?” you said crying as he grabbed you, “that’s not true. quit saying fucking assumptions.” he said as you pushed him off, “assumptions that are true. you fucking dick, it happened TWICE. TWICE JUDE. and yet you don’t give a single fuck about my feelings!” you said as he looked at you again, “i did. i gave you everything you could possibly ask for.” he said before standing up as you stood up, “what i want was a boyfriend. somebody that could love me, not manipulate me and make me feel guilty for the girl i was!” you said before getting up yourself. “just admit it, you don’t know how to love someone properly and you only want sex.”

“even after the second time you cheated. you only needed me around for sex. you’re never wiling to change for me or anything in general, even the media knows it itself. so do i.” you spat out as he chuckled.

“or maybe because i’m the only guy with a better dick, you can’t even get enough of it, after all..” he said leaning close to you, “i fuck you better. and it’s proven.” he whispered as you pushed him off, “get off me!” you said as he smirked, “you’re fucking hilarious y/n. believing all this bullshit your mind comes up with, you’re such a idiot.” he said as you looked at him tearing up, “what?” you said as he looked at you, “here you go crying yet again..” he said rolling his eyes as you bursted out crying one more time, “why can’t you just understand me for once! why can’t we be in this together!” you said as he looked at you, “i do. i understand you. you just don’t get it yourself. i’m telling you, i’ll do whatever you want me to, starting now.” he said crossing his arms as you sobbed out. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest as you sniffled.

there it was again, hearing his heartbeat against your ear. you suddenly felt your heart flutter..there was your love coming back for him.

“i promsie, i’ll change. i’ll be willing to do whatever it takes, i don’t want to loose you sweetheart, i want you. only you, you taught me things nobody else has as well, deep inside i want you, my heart wants you. i need you in my life.” he said as you shook your head, “don’t lie, you’ve broken promises. promise after promise.” you said as he shook his head, “that wont happen again, i’m willing to try one more time.. you’ve impacted on my life..” he said as you looked at him, he cupped your cheek caressing it as you looked at him. “what are you..” you said softly and confused before he kissed you passionately, you kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck before he held your waist. he laid you down against the couch as your head hit the cushion, you held onto the back of his neck, slightly caressing his skin softly his fingerpads drawing lines on your waist as you hummed in between the kiss before he picked you up.

“take me to the bedroom..” you whispered between the kiss, against his lips as he nodded his head.

he held you before walking to your room as he closed the door, still kissing you..he placed you down as your hands cupped his cheeks, before he tugged on the side of your jeans, you pulled his hand off as you giggled in between the kiss before you bit his bottom lip, a soft wince mewling out his mouth as your tongue slid inside his mouth, exploring every inch of him before he picked you up again. you wrapped your arms around his neck still making out with him so..sloppy & passionately.. as he then placed you on the bed before he slightly towered over you before his hands made their way down to unbutton your jeans, pulling them off before he pulled away from the kiss. both of you breathless and lips all plumped, he took his shirt off tossing it somewhere around the room, you sat up slightly before he pulled the hem of your shirt to then over your head tossing it to the side, he leaned in one more time yet again kissing you deeply. you kissed back before his lips traveled down to your neck as he began to paint wet kisses on your skin, you closed your eyes as you felt his bulge slightly poke your clothed core. you whimpered softly as he bit your neck, he puled away before caressing your cheek. you removed the hairtie holding your ponytail as you let your hair fall down, he chuckled before towering you yet again. your arms placed on the bed as he lowered down, “don’t move..” he said as you nodded your head before he lowered down to your core.

he slightly opened your knees before he kissed your abdomen, “i love you..” he murmured holding your hand as you looked down at him, your cheeks turning pink the second his free hand began pulling down on your panties as they wrapped around your ankle, he chuckled against your core, a soft moan coming out of your lips. “please don’t..” you said whining before he pulled them off your ankles as he burried his face into your wet core, a whiny noise coming out of your throat, his tongue licking long stripes sucking around your clitoral area as your head slowly leaned back, he continued with his mouth sucking around your slit. you whiny moaned again, “o-oh my god j-jude..” his tongue licking your pussy ever inch before his tongue slipped inside your tongue. you gasped as your back slightly arched, your hand gripping his hand as his fingerpad rubbed your hand, your knees slightly closing just a bit, his face covered deep in your cunt. he looked up at you watching your facial expression, your moans being soft and whiny just like how he remembered, your chest rising up and down slowly, as he continued working his tongue all over your pussy, your fingers tangling his curls before he groaned.

you were moaning uncontrollably nearly on the edge of your orgasm, you felt his fingerpad rub the knib of your clit, tears forming into your eyes as your orgasm approached quicker, “j..i’m gonna c-cum..” you said moaning as his finger began pacing up.. you sat up on your elbows chasing your orgasm, throwing your head back your free hand gripping the sheets as your knees began shaking the second you released yourself. you moaned loudly at his tongue, he never stopped..he continued. that’s another thing that drove you crazy, he was wayyyy too drunk in your pussy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he chuckled at your emotions. he caressed your abdomen before you looked down at him, you blushed before he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your wetness all over his lips.

he chucked before wiping his mouth as he hovered above you again, “one more time then you can have me..” he said before placing his lips on yours kissing you deeply, you kissed back with a small mmph your hands finding his jaw, caressing his cheek before he held onto your back noticing yoh were sitting up, you continued kissing him deeply, feeling his tongue nearly slip inside your mouth meanwhile being distracted by being kissed.. judes finger slowly roamed down to your cunt again before pushing his two fingers into you. you moaned softly into his mouth as you cupped his cheek, eyes closing..feeling his finger slowly pump in and out of your walls, soft moans spilling in the middle of the kiss as jude swallowed your noises holding onto your back still as his free hand unclipped your bra, letting it loose off your chest, his fingers doing the work by curling up inside you as you leaned your head back, trying to catch your breath yet you were moaning uncontrollably.

you were breathing heavily and moaning in between your sounds, your head rolling back to look at him, a small chuckle coming out of him, “you want more? hmm?” he said, your head nodding slowly up and down before he leaned his forehead against yours. you whimpered looking away, a smack to your boob as you whined, “don’t look away from me baby..” he said before you looked at him, tears building up from your previous orgasm. his fingers thrusting quicker into you, looking up at him. he kissed you again as you kissed back, moaning messily into his mouth..your free hand holding onto his bicep, “close again aren’t ya?” he said before you felt his thumb rub your clit in circles, you moaned loudly as your thighs began shaking, “i-i’m gonna come..” a moan corrupting out your mouth, his thumb increasing his circular movements before you gripped onto the sheets, you moved away from the kiss as you closed your eyes before finding your release, chasing your orgasm, tightening around him. your back falling on the duvet, closing your legs rubbing your thighs as a few noises slipped out your mouth.

you were on the bed, legs shaking and breathing heavily trying to recover from your last two orgasm. suddenly you heard jude pulling his pants down, you looked over at him before you blushed heavily. “shhhh..i’ll be careful..not unless you tell me to move..” he said as you nodded your head, he crawled on the bed placing his hands next to your head..his hand stroking his shaft slowly as he groaned. you looked down whining, your eyes watching him stroke himself as you felt yourself get wetter. he looked up at you, before he chuckled at your reaction..his hand lining himself against your entrance, “look at me.” he said as you nodded your head, you felt him push himself into you. your eyes rolling back feeling his cock stuff you inside, his thick veiny length slowly stretching you out, “..so..big..” you said as he chuckled, leaning his head against your forehead..nearly almost cupping his cheek he held your hand placing it next to your ear, “let me prove it to you..okay?”

he said as you nodded your head, your legs next to his hips before he began to rock his hips slowly against your walls, you and jude already getting noisy, it had been awhile without feeling each other. both of you letting out soft sinful noises, especially you. it felt so good..so so so..delicously. your knees slowly jolting with judes thrust, small groans escaping judes mouth, “look at me..f-fuck baby..watch my cock slip out of..fuuuckkk..you..” he whispered as your eyes rolled back, slowly feeling himself increase his speed. your head leaning back before jude grabbed your chin, “nuh uh..watch, pretty girl.” he said as you whimepred in response before you looked down watching him slip out of you, so easily..

you moaned uncontrollably before resting your head into the duvet, “so wet and tight..” jude murmured before nuzzling his face into your neck, his moans near your ear driving you insane. you felt yourself get wetter and wetter. his thrusts so deeply and slowly.

he cupped your cheek before turning to look at you. a whiny noise coming out of your mouth suddenly coming back to your realization from your frenzy, “hey baby..” he said as you giggled softly in between your moans his hand cupping your cheek..you leaned in before he kissed you hushing your moans. you kissed back, your hands cupping his cheek as well..his cock hitting so deeply making you shut your eyes at some point, you moaned non stop wrapping your legs around his lower back. your free hand scratching his back with your nails, he moaned in between the kiss as his hand placed next to your head massaged around your boob. you bit on his lower lip, french kissing him..his tongue running along the side of your lips. your tongue and judes tongue sliding on each others, both of you matching the energy as you whiny moaned feeling the tips of his finger pinch your nipple. he pulled away as he breathed heavily, a string of saliva breaking the connection before he chuckled, “my favorite thing to do..” he said before thrusting sloppily again.

your wetness coating his inner thighs, sounds of your wetness squelching making you whiny moan in between. you cupped his cheek again, “i l-love you..” you sighed out before kissing him again, he kissed back yet again..his lips were on you before he gripped onto your boob again, his speed increasing at your tightening. you felt yourself at the same state, your orgasm approaching “jude..jude,jude,jude..” you moaned out as he looked at you, “i know sweet girl..i know..” he said a whine coming out your mouth before he began pounding mercilessly into your skin, “o-oh my g-god!” you screamed out, his tip hitting your g-spot. “k-keep going! r-right th-“ you moaned out before jude slightly pressed on your throat, you choked on your moans before he looked down at you, “you’re mine. understand that from now on..and after this..fuck. after this moment..” he said moaning out, your eyes rolling back..his cock perfectly stuffing your pussy.

you let out a cry the second he let go of your throat, you felt your lower stomach slowly starting to burn and warm up your body, more warmer than the hot air sorrounding you and jude, your breathing insanely being heavy as your chest rose like crazy.. the over sensitivity hitting you quickly as the delicous pain felt so so so..good.

you were in heaven, on edge from the intense pain and pleasure roaming your body. your moans getting louder and high pitched, “jude!” you screamed out his name before you gushed all over him, your tightness causing jude to moan loudly just a tad bit before he came inside of you, his cum shooting deep inside you. painting youe walls as you milked him empty from inside, you scratched his back.. your nails deeply caved into the skin of his back.

his head falling on your boobs breathing heavily as you played with his curls, his breathing ragged before you tapped on his shoulder. “hey..l-look at m-me..” you said before he raised his head up looking up at you, “so..did i prove you wrong?” he said chuckling before you giggled with him, “no silly..i want you with me forever..” you said as he smiled, “i love you with all my heart y/n..” he said kissing your lips before you kissed back, “come on now..let’s get you cleaned..” he said.

he sat up before standing up, you sat up as your body felt wobbly. he held you bridal style before walking to your bathroom, he sat you down on the counter before he started the water on your bath, you giggled watching him. “you’re so cute..already doing these stuff for me..” you said before he walked over to you, he kissed your forehead as you smiled. “come on now..” he said smiling before carrying you again, he held your hand helping you get in the tub as you sat in the warm water before he sat in as well behind you.

you leaned your head against his chest as he smiled looking down against you, “can’t get enough of you..” he said kissing your cheek before you giggled.

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tadpoleteef · 26 days

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gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x reader smut

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Roy and Jamie sharing a cold peach on their front steps on a hot summer day. (On the intimacy of sharing fruit)

this has been in my inbox foreverrr thank you for sending it because ive been thinking about it literally constantly. i wrote this and im so tired so im sorry if it's terrible hope you enjoy though!

Roy doesn't know how he ended up here, staring at Jamie, who's laughing with him on his front stoop. They had finished with practice, and grabbed some fruit from Roy's kitchen before walking outside to enjoy the weather as it cooled in the evening. They were talking about Jamie's stint on Lust Conquers All, and now Jamie is laughing at a comment Roy made about one of his costars.

"You know, people still come up to me to tell me they think me and Amy shoulda gotten married," Jamie and Roy both laugh at the absurdity. "I don't think I even have her number. I don't know her last name."

"The yoga mums always said that. They're always going on and on about how you and Amy just clicked. I never understood any of that shit, they told me it was- what is that dumb fucking-"

"Body science?" Jamie finishes for him smugly.

"Body science." Roy growls. "I don't understand what the fuck that means."

"Well, I'm fucking fit right?" Roy sees Jamie extend his arms in a questioning movement, and for a moment Roy doesn't realize Jamie is looking for a response. Roy glares at him. He doesn't answer seriously, too afraid of revealing something he shouldn't.

"You know what I think of your looks." Roy says, and Jamie laughs. It's a fucking lovely sight. Jamie's laugh is loud and unabashed, just like the man it belongs to. Roy feels his own lips lilt without his permission. Roy looks down at the soft peach in his hands, and murmurs something about Jamie's ugly hair. He doesn't mean it. He knows he doesn't.

"Everyone thinks I'm fit, you're just contrarian." Jamie nudges him, his eyebrows raised, and Roy looks back up at him. The sun catches his eyes and Roy notices flecks of yellow he's never seen before. He freezes slightly, something in Roy's body taken off guard. The skin of the peach is molded under the pressure of his hand tensing.

"Big word for a prat like you." Roy snipes back, hand relaxing, the marks from his grip left behind in the ripe fruit.

"Fuck off." Jamie says it offhandedly, without hesitation, and he fucking smiles too. Roy wonders when they got to the point that they both know he doesn't mean it.

"Anyways, body science. No matter what your dark-ages gecko brain tells you, I'm fit as fuck, and so was Amy. That's body science. Two fit people existing in the same room." Jamie illustrates his point with a nod at the end of his sentence, and a half serious look, like he's really educating Roy on something.

"That cannot be it." Roy almost laughs at the absurdity.

"Nah, it is mate. Isaac explained it to me." Jamie assures.

"I've heard Isaac talk about it and he did not fucking say that."

"Okay maybe that's my explanation of it, but that's what body science is on a show like Lust Conquers All. The whole show is based on body science."

"Do you mean sexual tension?"

"No, that's different, I have that with everyone." Jamie grins at him, and Roy rolls his eyes.

"You're a right twat." Roy says.

"You still have me around." Jamie tells him, like they're not sitting around hanging around even though their practice has been done for over an hour.

"I'm not sure why." He says it, but he does know why.

"Who would you take your anger out on every morning?"

"Some other dickhead who deserved it."

"Aw, don't say that, I thought we had something special." Jamie makes eyes at him that would look somehow more in place on a puppy, but also somehow fit Jamie.

Roy just looks at him, and shakes his head. Jamie takes a bite of his own peach, undented and orange and ripe.

He takes a big bite out of the side of the peach, and Roy watches him chew for a moment before he notices everything about Jamie and has to look away.

"Fuck, that's good." Jamie basically fucking moans and Roy isn't a strong enough man to not look back.

The juice of the peach drips down Jamie's well sculpted jaw as he takes another bite. It almost drips off entirely but instead falls on his jawline. Roy's fingers crave to reach out and wipe it off. They don't. Instead, he runs his fingers over the indents in his own fruit.

Jamie takes another bite, and notices Roy just watching him.

"This peach is fucking lush, you should have yours." Jamie advises through a mouthful. It does nothing to help the situation on his chin and his lips, suddenly shiny and sticky with the juice of the fruit. Roy can't find it within himself to look away, or to stop holding his own peach too tightly, damaging the skin ever so slightly.

It takes him aback, how much he notices the juice on his face.

Jamie hums after his bite is finished. Roy looks away when Jamie almost catches him staring. He looks down at the peach in his hand and the marks he's made in it. Holding it up to his lips, he takes a bit. His face scrunches. It's too soft, and slightly sour.

"Mine's no good. Overripe." He turns the peach over in his hands, the deep marks from little pressure making sense. The fruit is almost mush in his hands. He sets it on the concrete knowing he can't eat anymore.

"Shit. Try mine." Jamie holds his peach out, and Roy can't look at it. Why would he? Jamie is right here in front of him.

"I'm not eating your half eaten scraps."

"No, you don't get it, it's the best peach I've had in my life, you gotta try it." Jamie insists, shiny juice still coating his lips and chin. Roy wants to lick it off.

His brain goes fuzzy, the way it does when his body overrides his ever working mind, and does something stupid. There's one thought in his head, and it's Jamie.

"Okay." Roy murmurs. His hands move of their own accord, and one finds itself cupping Jamie's chin, pulling him closer to Roy. Jamie goes with his hand.

"Tell me to fuck off again. Tell me you don't want this." Roy tells Jamie, their breath mingling from their few inches of space, their noses almost bumping.

"I want this." Jamie says, and Roy is gone. He kisses Jamie like he's trying to consume him whole, trying to taste him. He bites Jamie's bottom lip like it's the fruit itself. Jamie smiles against him. It's so good he doesn't think the fruit could possibly be better. His thumb rubs Jamie's chin, and he pulls away. Jamie instinctively chases him, and Roy smiles.

Roy's thumb collects the dripping juice from Jamie's chin, and he tastes it.

"Mm. Good."

Jamie stares at him, shaky grin occupying his face, and he holds up the peach.

"Try it." Roy takes a bite, and it's good but he was right. It's not comparable to the taste of Jamie.

"Good. Not you though." He murmers though half lidded eyes, diving in for another kiss.

#royjamie #mine #asks #fics

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ceilingfan5 · 8 months

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it's gotta be arcade carpet, I will start a fight and I do not care if I win that fight, even though I will win that fight. I want to draw blood, and Taako

"I hate him," Taako says, with feeling. "I hate him so bad. I want him to be naught but purple viscera traumatizing onlookers. You get me? Like, am I being clear enough?" He dips his pretzel passionately into the communal cheese and gets that succulent plastic nacho sauce all over the tray and his hand. He scowls and sucks his fingers loose and Kravitz thinks, not for the first time, him, huh? This is where I've laid my affections?

"For sure," Kravitz says calmly instead. He slides Taako a napkin.

"His strategies are garbage from a toilet, he has no flair, he cheats, I fucking know he does, I don't know how but I Know he does-" Taako huffs and chews his pretzel. Kravitz props his head up on his hand, looking at the jewelry store behind them, and the poster in the jewelry store with the deliriously happy gay couple, and he like, knows, okay, he knows all the diamond things and the capitalism things and the marriage things. And targeted advertising and rainbow bank icons. But listen. What if, is the thing.

"You could find another place to play?" Kravitz suggests, already knowing the answer. But Taako is in a ranting mood, and wants to get the magma out of his system. Kravitz is happy to divert the flow. It's certainly more interesting than going back to work in fourteen minutes.

"Obviously I'm not going to run, Krav," Taako scoffs, mouth still full. Nasty <3. Kravitz has it bad. It might be infectious, how bad he has it. Limbs falling off. In twenty years they'll be like how did the zombie apocalypse start? And no one will answer, because everyone will be gone of zombieism. The end. "I'd rather kill him."

"Noo," Kravitz says, laughing. "Really?"

"Yeah, really!" Taako almost manages a straight face. Usually he's so good at locking it down. Perfect stupid asshole. "I'd kill him good. I'd uh, I'd. Uh. If he beats me at Dance Party Castle again, I'm gonna start a fight."

"A fight? With what, your beefy fists?" Kravitz laughs. He knows Taako could hold his own in a scrap. But also.

"I will start a fight!" Taako declares, maybe a bit too loudly, but the empty food court just echoes dimly about it. "I will start a fight, and I don't care if I win, but I will win. I will win that fight. I wanna draw blood."

"Blood on the dance floor?"

"Boooo!" Taako breaks up into giggles. "Blood on the arcade carpet!"

"Oh no! Think of the blacklights!"

"Think of the Jenkins meat getting fed into the- what's the- Polybius!"

"You said Jenkins meat out loud with your mouth and now you have to go to the Phantom Zone forever." Kravitz shakes his head so sadly. What a loss. Taako cracks up.

"Noooo, I wasn't thinking!"

"That's it, you never think." Kravitz folds his arms, and gets cheese sauce on his suit jacket. "Wait, aw, fuck…"

"Are you sure you don't want to watch me defeat Dance Party Castle one mo gain?" Taako teases. He slides the nakins back over. What a loss!!!

"Only if there's an arcade massacre."

"Beb, I'd commit all kinds of crimes for you."

"Murder?" Kravitz pretends his cheeks aren't heating up, even after all this time. The classic Ken doll of a dude proposing to the slightly more racially ambiguous Ken doll in the glossy jewelry store ad almost winks at him.

"Easy."

"What about tax evasion?"

"Peasy, even."

"We got 'im, boys! Lock him up!"

And as Taako pretends to get dogpiled by a number of invisible undercover tax assassins, he has at least gotten less righteously incandescent about the fucker ruining his favorite thing. So Kravitz wins.

Just not at Dance Party Castle.

#taz #taakitz #tazb #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #taakitz fic #thank you!!#guess who had a long day

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And Then?

im still SICK so if you see any typos, no you didn’t tw: blood Uhm, yeah, here’s the next part of the other drabble! If you’re lost, you should probably read that one first. [doc] —

This must be what divine intervention feels like, was the first thought that passed through Aelium’s mind when he woke up, not on the floor, but in a bed softer than anything he’d ever laid on.

For a time that felt like eternity he was surrounded by vast nothingness that even swirled through him at times, if he made a sound in that nothingness it did not reach his ears, nor did his lips move. Eternity was not enough time for him to catch his bearings, because before he knew it he was awake, in this bed, with a blanket thrown over his head.

Didn’t he die?

There were two voices murmuring with each other somewhere else in the room, but he refused to pull the covers up from his head to find what fresh hell Persep’d sent him to. He died, didn’t he?

“The fuckin’ puppet broke my phone, and I think he did something to my other connections, I can’t really call anyone that can deal with this.” Was the first voice, it was one he’d never heard before, but it sounded more annoyed than anything about the situation.

“I don’t even think I know anyone that has half an idea how to deal with something like this.” Came the response, a voice crowned by the grogginess of someone that deserved to be brumating peacefully, not being bled for however many days and nights that he was. Areios sighs. “Zeke, none of it makes any sense. Can’t we just burn the body?”

“If you say he died before and came back, I don’t think we should try to leave it to a simple burning.”

Areios groaned.

Poor thing. They must be talking about Persep, though Aelium couldn’t fathom why Persep would be the one that died. He was very clearly not the one that was stabbed in the heart.

At that thought, he reached up to touch his chest and found only the memory of having been stabbed; A fresh scar. The movement caused his hand to throb something awful, and he was reminded also that he’d broken thumb. His thumb was still broken, but the wound over his chest was closed up.

That didn’t make sense either. He did not enjoy playing in Persep’s world.

“Looks like your friend is up.”

The movement must have gotten the attention of the owner of the unknown voice and what came next was the sound of Areios lumbering over to his side, before he knew it he was wrapped up in his arms.

“Aelium, are you okay?”

He only nodded into his chest as the blanket was removed from his head. Then he caught a glimpse of the blue haired human that stood over his twin, now bound where Areios was.

“This one is breathing, too.” He said without turning to see the reunion of the two purple bloods. “Let me figure out what to do here.”

“I can call our ancestor.” Aelium whispered with an impossibly small voice, unsure.

Zeke laughed.

“Great, more Lycaons. It’s not like we have much of a choice here. Call ‘em up.”

—

By the time Thanat arrived, Persep was definitely awake. The unperturbed human had the foresight of blindfolding him before he woke up, “So he’s not tempted to do anything funny,” Zeke’d said as he did it.

Bound and blindfolded like that, Aelium found that he was much less intimidating. He didn’t seem fit for a conversation though, so silence was what he, Areios, and Persep sat in when Zeke walked into the room with their elder.

Thanat wasted no time crossing into the room and stopping directly in front of his blindfolded descendant, the scowl he sported was mostly obscured by his hair, but Aelium’d spent enough time with the pair of them to know it was there.

“Hey there, Embalmer. You’re late.”

“You must have forgotten to send out my invitation.”

“I figured you’ve been busy enjoying the company of The Evocator. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Even Aelium knew this was a sore subject, but what he could not anticipate was what came next. A growl ripped out of Thanat’s throat, and he snatched Persep up to his feet by the hair. The usual serenity their ancestor carried with him was swept out of the room as the growl increased in intensity.

Persep has a way of bringing out the worst in the other Lycaons, it seems.

“So,” Zeke interjected, leaning around the growling reaper to get his attention, as though this was all nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Areios said that he stabbed Aelium in the chest and then fainted. That’s weird, right?”

The growling stopped almost immediately. “Is that so?”

There was no answer, and in the sudden silence, Thanat leaned over to grab the previously discarded knife from the floor.

“Is that so?” He repeated when he didn’t get the answer that he was looking for, then he shook Persep by the hair to indicate from whom he’d expected the answer. Persep only tried, fruitlessly, to pull himself free instead of answering. “Very well.”

In one clear stroke, the knife that ended Aelium’s life once again found itself spilling Lycaon blood. A darkness draped itself over the Embalmer and from the angle Aelium and Areios watched him slit Persep’s throat, it was hard not to see the resemblance the two held. Dark eyes, and a smug sense of satisfaction crossed his features.

Aelium and Areios watched in stunned silence, but Zeke laughed, a little hysterical.

“Fuck, I mean, you’re kidding right? Aren’t there rules to this shit?”

Perseps head lulled, only held firm by the hold Thanat had on it, and for all intents and purposes, he seemed to be well and truly dead. A second later he gasped for air and seemingly regained his faculties.

Once again, Aelium found himself touching the new scar on his chest, and once again fear started to cloud his thoughts, tugging at his resolve.

“I actually died?” He mumbled, so small that only Areios could hear him. The behemoth responded by pulling him in close. Nothing in Persep’s world makes proper sense, he wanted so badly to wake up from this nightmare.

“There are rules,” Thanat mused, ignorant to Aelium’s question, as he carelessly dropped Persep to the ground. “He already broke one.”

“Congratulations, pest.” He spit down at the troll down by his feet. “You’ve tethered your immortality.” The statement was accompanied by a kick to the ribs that no one in the room was expecting.

Persep swallowed something that sounded like a mix between a laugh and a cry, mutated by the new slit in his neck. The slit that, with the sickening sound of skin squelching against skin, seemed to be mending itself.

Aelium and Areios held each other tightly, or as tightly as they could given the exhaustion the day’s events left behind. Aelium noted the way the giant’s arms quivered around him.

“He’s a reaper, then?” Zeke clarified, not for himself, but the two in the room that’d been forcefully thrusted into this world. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.” The Embalmer echoed calmly, with his attention now on someone other than his disgrace of a descendant, the clear animosity that poisoned his features melted away. “I really do not know how he did it.”

“That’s really fucked up.” Zeke mumbled.

An uncomfortable silence settled around the five of them, leaving them all to stew in the gravity of what this all meant. Aelium struggled to understand the nuance of what being a reaper meant. And why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as though any of this made even a lick of sense.

Persep died sweeps ago, he should still be dead.

Aelium himself was just stabbed in the heart, and there was clearly no medical intervention, he should be dead.

He groaned at the headache that started to throb stronger and stronger, this caused Areios to attempt to tighten his hold on him. Selfishly, he drank in the fact that Areios didn’t seem to hold any of this against him.

Maybe he’d never held anything against him after all.

“Can you spell this out for those of us present that have no idea what being a reaper means?” He asked, voice partially muffled into the chest of his giant friend.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, Leli.” Persep said as he brought himself to his feet, his blindfold now undone and slipping to the ground, with a saccharine smile and smugness that made him sound much too happy. “It was not exactly how I planned, but it just means I’ll be here for a while.”

“Yeah, that’s what immortal means. Thanks.” The human, that Aelium wished he had half the backbone of, said in a voice that dripped with sarcasm. “Basically, he found a way to break his bind to a very powerful God — Thazilis must be pissed off by the way — and the universe reconciled that by tethering him to itself.”

Aelium strained to look at Thanat for confirmation, who only nodded along solemnly.

“That doesn’t sound like good news.”

“It’s not good news, it’s like, medium news?” Zeke responded, also turning to look at Thanat, he nodded again. “It means he can’t hurt or kill people anymore, which I guess are his main hobbies?”

Perseps silence was starting to get to Aelium, so he turned his troubled gaze to his twin. Persep was standing at his full height, the chains that offered Aelium the peace of mind that held him together, were undone and pooled at his feet.

Though Thanat seemed unbothered by this, his hand immediately held firm in the younger man’s hair again, keeping him in place, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous that his twin was no longer so thoroughly restrained.

“That’s why he passed out when he stabbed you in the heart. Killing a mortal is the biggest no-no for a reaper, and the universe was correcting his misstep.”

The human kept droning on about rules and reaper responsibilities, but the only thing that throbbed louder and louder in his ears was the confirmation that he did, in fact, die. For a few moments, just a few moments.

He died for a few moments.

His head started spinning, the smell of the blood on his shirt finally started to suffocate him.

When’d the room get so hot? Why couldn’t he make sense of anything Zeke was saying about Persep’s new lot in life? He screamed for everything to stop, for everyone to shut up, but the sound just rattled around in his skull instead of leaving his lips.

For the second time this evening, Aelium passed out, this time his fall was broken by the behemoth that held him so securely.

#aelium #coko writes sometimes #long post #persep #zeke #thanat #rubs my eyes

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lostinlewis · 10 months

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Are you in the mood for angst/cheating tonight?? 😭

Im currently listening to moth to a flame and the lyrics “does he know you call me when he sleeps, does he know the pictures that you keep..” is so stuck on my head. Could you try to base something on that.. lmao?😭

Baby, you know I am always in the mood for angst hehe...I wanted to make this toxic but instead it is just filled with angst.

Mature.

Words: 2.2k

It had become quite the ritual that as you sat across the dining room table from a man you considered to be the great love of your life, the man who brought you peace in a life built from chaos, a man who let you escape from it all and gave you the shelter to really be you, that your phone would be a distraction that neither one of you could ignore; your husband had a knack for knowing when to ruin the mood.

“Answer it, it might be important…”

There was an annoyance in Lewis’ voice that you couldn’t ignore, a tone that was quite the contradiction to his words. Sure, he was telling you to answer your husband's call but he was also telling you that if you did, it would come at the cost of his happiness. The great battle you fought constantly, keeping your lover happy whilst also playing the role of someone's wife too.

“Sorry, I’ll make it quick I promise.”

You left your seat in a hurry, waiting until you left the room before you answered what was now the fifth call of the hour, careful to not let your husband even so much hear Lewis’ breath in the same room as you, should it raise suspicions.

“What’s wrong?”

It was silent in the background of the call and for a moment you wondered if you had been caught, if he was calling to confront you about your illicit affair, or even if the man you were legally tied to was doing the same as you, standing in the house that wasn’t his own as his lover sat in a room nearby, not that you even cared.

“The babysitter called, she has to leave in an hour, can you make it home in time?”

You felt a sunken feeling in the pit of your stomach, you had been so looking forward to this night having not been able to get away for close to a month now, the need to be alone with Lewis for the night, for the whole night, had become quite overwhelming recently.

“I don’t know, can’t you?”

Your words were pathetic really, of course you could make it home in time but you didn’t want to, not a single part of you wanted to go home, to go back to your normal life, you had only just gotten a taste of freedom, a reminder of who you were when you weren’t mum and when you weren’t someones wife, surely you deserved a night off too?

“Babe I am at a work function you know how important my job is-”

Your husband hadn’t stopped his sentence short, Lewis’ hands on your hips from behind forced you to stop listening. As you held the phone loosely to your ear now, you felt his lips tease the nape of your neck, ever so softly placing kisses on every inch of your bare skin whilst his hands began to roam across the material of your dress, cupping a breast with one hand as the other drew lines of seduction across your midriff.

“Hello? Are you still there?”

It was your husband's voice that brought you back to reality harshly, no longer had the touch from the man standing behind you kept you hostage in his world, you were given such a harsh reminder of the world in which you actually resided, a world in which you had grown to resent.

“Sorry, yes…The signal is bad I think…Do I really need to go home?”

There was an element of desperation in your voice now, pleading with him to grant you permission to escape for just a little longer despite how awful what you were doing was, you felt it was the least you deserved.

“Tell him you’re not leaving…”

Lewis whispered the words into your free ear, barely audible yet it scared you all of the same. Pulling away from him, you turned to face him instead and saw the look of darkness in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let you leave easily.

“Okay fine, I will say my goodbyes and head home…yeah sure, see you tomorrow.”

There were no niceties, no signs of affection when it came to your husband, that had long since disappeared if it was ever really there at all.

“I’m sorry Lewis, I-I-”

Not allowing you to finish the sentence, he pulled you to him once more, resting both hands on your hips as he kissed you with a passion you had only ever felt with him.

“Do you want to go?”

His words tickled against your lips as he dared you to leave him when he could taste how desperately you wanted to be with him.

“No, but-”

“Baby we don’t do buts around here, come with me…”

Lewis took you by the hand and gave you no option but to follow him down his seemingly never ending hallway, a silence only broken by your footsteps and weighted with anticipation breaths.

“Sit with me.”

Inviting you into his body with an outstretched arm, Lewis laid back on the corner of his sofa, space enough for two.

“But I have to go…”

His smile was unwavered by your admission, still he asked you to join him on the sofa with his open body, how could you ever refuse?

“When you are here with me there is nothing you have to do, everything is a choice baby…”

Lewis welcomed your body against his warmly, wrapping his arms around your entirety, he pulled you closer to him somehow.

“...Give me ten more minutes with you and then I will drive you home myself.”

He wasn’t waiting for permission, not now that his time with you had been cut so short. Lewis unwrapped his arms from you as his lips met your neck once more, his hand dancing down the inside of your thigh to so carefully pull them apart.

“I hate that I have to share you with him…”

Your eyes were closed and your breath was laboured as you felt every single nerve in your body stand on edge, your senses driven mad by the touch of his soft lips against your neck and his fingers gently stroking the outside of your panties.

“I hate that I only ever get to love you in secret…”

A gasp left your lips as you felt the pad of his finger tease through your folds with the aim to find the spot that always made you putty in his hands, and he found it with ease. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he stroked circles that told of how much of an expert he was in your pleasure, no longer could he multitask with kisses, he could now only watch your face contort with deep satisfaction, he looked on with pride mixed with love, knowing that in that very moment in time you were his, only his.

“You know I will wait for you as long as it takes…look at you, so beautiful…I will wait for you always.”

His words felt like a soft poem being read to keep you teetering on earth whilst his touch dared you to rise above it. You were never one to care for religion, nor were you particularly spiritual, but in that moment, when you were at your most vulnerable with Lewis, you felt he was a God, it was the only way to explain how a man could know your body and know how to make you feel better than even you could.

“I don’t want to let you cum baby, I want to keep you here for as long as possible…”

It still amazed you that he knew when orgasm was close without you ever telling him, but he knew, he always knew.

“Please…please…oh my-please…”

You begged him for release, you begged him to make you feel like only he could, but at the same time you were begging him to let you go.

“I want to let you baby, I really do…but I don’t want you to go, I want you here with me…always.”

The moan you let out as you felt his words penetrate your skin was born from pleasure but mostly frustration. You needed a release, sure, but most of all you needed him to know that there was not a single part of you that wanted to leave him too.

“Please…”

It was that plea that did it, the singular plea that was more of a whimper than a word. Neither one of you were sure who exactly you were asking for more, the orgasm or the permission to go home, but either way, Lewis knew he could keep you no longer.

“There you go baby, there you fucking go…”

His voice was husk with admiration now, the weight of his desire to be inside you made the words catch in his throat as he watched you fall apart right there in his lap, the ability to both make you lose control and to provide you shelter to do so unabashed made him burst with pride.

“Thank you, Lewis.”

Your voice was nothing more than a tired whisper now, words you forced yourself to speak through sheer emotional exhaustion as you stayed wrapped in the loving arms of the man who promised you a world you would never be able to live in.

Lewis had given you a moment to freshen up alone, allowing you to fix your hair and your dress in the bathroom shielded from his view, knowing that you always took a while to readjust to the ‘other’ you once you had been with him but also knowing how crucial it was that you did.

It took you by surprise that he was still sitting in the state you had left him in, typing away on his phone, not in any way looking like he was ready to leave the house.

“Did you change your mind? Should I call a cab?”

It was then that Lewis stood, it was then that you noticed it was your phone he had in your hand not his, and there was a look of intent on his face as he handed it to you.

“No need, I spoke with your husband, you’re not leaving.”

You felt your world crash down around you as his words registered. What had he done?

“You what? Lewis, fuck…why would you do this?”

You saw the look in his eyes that told you he was toying with the idea of letting you stew a little longer, like there was a little part of him that enjoyed your distress, as if it was akin to revenge for how often you put him last.

“Relax, I messaged him as if I was you. I told him you had car trouble and that the mechanic wasn’t going to be able to get to you until morning and so you had to stay the night with a friend…”

The smile on his face was smug, like he was ahead in a competition and the prize, you, was closer than ever to being his.

“You have no right to do that.”

Shocked by the annoyance in your voice, Lewis screwed up his face as he looked at you.

“Well it was the only way I could get you to stay here, I thought you’d be happy, I thought you wanted to be here?”

“I do…of course I do…just, you’re not like him, you don’t try to control me, what if he guessed that it wasn’t me that was messaging him? What if he found out about you?”

Lewis rolled his eyes ever so slightly as he took you by your waist once more.

“Then I guess I would finally have you all to myself…”

“It’s not as easy as that, you know it isn’t. I have a life, I have kids…I can’t just leave that all behind because I am in love with the man who I happened to meet last.”

“I would never ask you to leave any of that behind baby, what you have is what you are and I would love and accept your life and your kids as if they were my own.”

“I can’t leave him, Lewis…I can’t…”

Pulling you into a hug the very moment he saw the upset on your face, not allowing the tear that slid down your cheek to land anywhere but on his shirt, Lewis held you as if the words you had not yet spoken weighed you down terribly.

“I know you are not ready to leave him, I know. I told you I would wait for you and I will, I will wait for you forever if that is what it takes, but just know the moment you are ready, this…all of this…”

He signalled to the house that you were both standing in as he spoke, a symbol of all that his world really was.

“...will be ready to welcome you home. I have so much space for you, for your kids…I have so much love to give too. And maybe you will never be ready to leave him, maybe the thought of it is a little too scary, but I will wait for you nevertheless. I will wait for you right here, ready for the chance to love you how you truly deserve, finally.”

#LHex

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estrellami-1 · 3 months

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Hey love, I’m so sorry about your friend, if we lived close to each other we could be grieving buddies and watch cute movies and hang out so we didn’t have to be alone but even from all this way away I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. I’m also totally down to see what you do with a part two of when the world ends but also if you don’t feel like writing any more of that one because it’s such a relevant topic right now I completely understand. I don’t have any suggestions for how that fic can be made all better either because I haven’t gotten to the all better part yet but I know you could work your magic with it. Also feel free to ignore this and never think about that fic again if it’s not something you want to think about because of everything. Just do what’s best for you 💜

Thank you my love. I’m doing alright for now, but you know how grief is. I typically process through writing, and hopefully this will (eventually) help you, too. ❤️

When the World Ends - Part 2

Eddie lays with Steve until he’s sure he’s fast asleep. His breathing is slow and deep, his hand—which had been curled tightly around Eddie’s own—is lax, fingers curling inward towards his palm.

Eddie wants a painting of this moment.

Not of the context; not of Steve, so wracked with grief, he gets sick from it. Not of Steve so frazzled he’s shaking and can barely finish a sentence. But this moment, here, now, where Steve is calm, has a minute to breathe, to dream of a world that doesn’t disappoint him… Eddie would pay for a commission of this moment. Something to have, to look at and know that the world—if only for one brief moment—isn’t entirely awful. That maybe it can be okay.

He sighs. It whiffles across Steve’s face, stirs his hair. He gets up after another moment, pads downstairs to the kitchen phone. Calls his trailer. “Hey, Uncle Wayne.”

“Eddie,” his uncle greets. “Y’ran off in a hurry.”

Eddie huffs a humorless laugh, leans against the wall. “Yeah. Sorry. Steve called.”

Wayne hums. “He okay?”

He sighs. “I think… I think he will be.” Wayne hums. “Y’know his dad?”

“Knew ‘im in high school. He was a dick.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah. Still is. But his parents are good. Or… his mom is. His dad was.”

“Ah,” Wayne says. “How’s he holdin’ up?”

Eddie sighs again. “Got stressed enough to throw up. I got him in bed and asleep, but I’m kinda at a loss here, Wayne.”

“You’re a smart kid with a good head on your shoulders. You’ll do the right thing,” Wayne reassures him. “All he needs right now is a friend to support him.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“You stayin’ the night?”

Eddie hums. “Dunno yet. Probably. Imma wait till he wakes up, see what he wants.”

“Good kid,” Wayne agrees. “Lemme know what you decide. And lemme know if you need a change of clothes or your toothbrush.”

Eddie smiles then, the first real one in a while. “I will. Thanks, Uncle Wayne.”

“You’ve got this,” Wayne assures him. “Love you, kiddo.”

“You too. Bye.”

The line goes dead, and Eddie leans against the wall, looking through the kitchen door, through the wall to the backyard, through existence itself.

He stands there for a few minutes, thinking, contemplating, before shaking himself out of it. He’s here for Steve, so he heads back upstairs, slips back into bed, and follows Steve into sleep.

He wakes up later to find Steve watching him. He smiles blearily. “M’rn’n,” he mutters, pushing his face into the pillow with a yawn before continuing, less sleep-slurred. “How’d you sleep?”

Steve’s still watching him, wide, dark eyes wetter than they should be. He nods, and Eddie smiles softly. “I’m glad,” he whispers. “You thinkin’ you wanna get up anytime soon?”

A hesitant shake of his head. Eddie soothes a hand down Steve’s arm. “That’s okay. Want me to stay?” Steve looks away. “Steve,” Eddie says, gently catching Steve’s chin and turning it back towards him. “I’ll stay if you want me to. For as long as you want me to.”

Steve’s bottom lip trembles. He blinks, and a tear slips out, running over his nose. He nods, a small, hesitant thing. “Okay,” Eddie promises. “I’ll stay, Stevie. I’ll always stay. How d’you feel about maybe having some food?”

Steve shakes his head. Tears are slipping from his closed eyelids. Eddie wipes some of them away. “That’s okay,” he says, pulling Steve into a hug. Steve lets out a choked sob into Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” Eddie murmurs, rubbing his back. “It’ll be alright, Steve. You just get it out now.”

Eddie’s own eyes start to burn, and he sniffles, looking up. This isn’t about him, it’s about Steve, and he’s going to hold it together for as long as Steve needs him to. “I’ve got you,” he promises, “and I’m not letting go.”

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samarecharm · 5 months

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Bouncing off my bi ryuji awakening post, im gonna add these tags from it: (separated to make it easier to read)

[#anyway. akira is the guy ever. and ryuji is exploding#‘i have died. badly’#i like thinking of akira like this; hes ryujis first exposure to nb ppl and gnc adjacent stuff#even if akira is p masc by most standards hes still got a bit of. aloofness. about his gender stuffs#ryuji is just really into the way akira carries himself#and it takes him a while to go oh. oh i think its cause i like this dude#um.#😳.

#also i wanted to clarify#but ryujis mom just doesnt know Who akira is in that picture#and in my head hes like. looking down at mona and petting him (while sitting)#(AND hes with ann and theyre both kind of a distance away from the camera)#so at a quick glance; hes just Some Girl#and even though shes wrong; it kicks off the mental chaos olympics in ryujis head#‘what hes not a girl’ to ‘where would she even get that from’ to ‘well akira said himself he didnt rlly care what ppl thought about it’#to ‘well. where DID she get that from?’ to lookin at what his homie does a little closer to ‘aw fuck. man.’#but i love that for him

#ALSO. RYU/GORO IN TAGS…..#but ryuji going oh my GOD oh my godddd 😨😓😓😓 when something clicks in his head about goro#his voice is so practiced and naturally softspoken and his public facing persona is very demure#and once he gets past the initial anger over goro being a pompous prick who shittalks about the thieves. hes like. god fucking dammit.#There Is A Pattern and A Type He Has and Its Killing Him To Realize it.#hes literally sitting in his room w his head in his hands]

Ryuji definitely finds Conventionally Attractive Girls pretty, but he realizes around postgame that he genuinely formed crushes on THREE people; Akira, Makoto, and Goro. And all three of them are people who carry themselves as a bit Soft and Delicate (akira and makoto w their personality and mannerisms, goro w his appearance) while also being deceptively strong. Yusuke WOULD fit into this but hes only strong in the metaverse. Also if u tried to argue that he still finds yusuke pretty, Ryuji would just say ‘yeah duh? Of course???’ and would not elaborate further.

I just think. Its cute 👉🏾👈🏾 Ryuji loves someone whos pretty and capable of knocking him flat on his ass lmao He LOVES a challenge and he likes that they can all challenge him in different ways.

Akira is way stronger than he looks; hes very toned and he used to be quite active before being shipped off to tokyo. And after fighting in the metaverse, hes gotten way better at using an enemies mass and momentum against them. Yeah he can properly knock someone down, but its way easier to let Ryuji charge him and use that momentum to sweep and pin. Which Ryuji remembers vividly for Weeks. Akira is not allowed to spar w him and Makoto for awhile after that.

Makoto is just strong as hell. But shes very defensive, and extremely patient. ‘Ill wait and see before I decide What to do’. Shes got good reaction timing and its hard to catch her offguard. Its very difficult to disorient her so oftentimes, his spars w her are more about endurance. And if he ASKS her to do so, she’ll actually fight him back. He never wins 😭 but she is very patient w him and she doesnt treat him like an idiot. She likes to give him tips and redirect his strengths to make up for his weaknesses and it makes him a bit warm in this chest

Spars w Goro are just fun. Theyre fun! Goro is way more aggressive and reckless than Makoto and Akira. He is looking for openings near constantly and Ryuji has to either keep up or tank hits. Its very. Engaging. For him. Sometimes he loses and Goro is giving him a look so smug, Ryuji wishes he could kick him in his fucking teeth (something he clearly couldnt do bc hes already been knocked flat on his ass). And sometimes he wins, and hes so shocked and HAPPY about it; he doesnt miss the way Goro looks away from him pouting like a brat (‘no fucking way are u POUTING man, what a sore loser 😭’). Goro and his uptight personality is thrown out the window completely and its so fun and refreshing to see. Hes tall and imposing w broad shoulders and toned arms and if Ryuji is staring, he finds himself immediately distracted when Goros cheerful, softspoken voice asks if hes willing to go another round.

I love it 👉🏾👈🏾 Ryujis got a complicated relationship w violence but it helps to have people he trusts engage with it in a way that doesnt make him feel like some brute. Theyre all kind of itching to beat the shit out of things for multiple reasons, but instead of taking that out on each other, they spend time training one another so that they can beat the shit out of OTHER things better. Its an efficient system 😊

#chattin #i dunno how to tag it; dont wanna add ships in here bc theres not alot of NonPego/ryu fans in the pego/ryu tag lol #but ye. ryuji likes a pretty face and he likes getting his ass whooped sometimes #i mean he likes to fight and WIN; he is not trying to roll over like a defenseless tortoise #but he likes the deception a little bit….#what do u mean ur shitty shirt or sweater is hiding those arms ??? what do u mean u can bench more than ur own weight????#its insane.#its a little 😳#also oops i am writing essays in tags again. i will continue to do this im sorry #i just have so many thoughts that dont feel like they fit in the body lol #my approach to the thieves is . they are very angry and prone to violence and violent thoughts #and they have an questionable outlet w the metaverse #BUT #if the metaverse was to poof away; where does that outlet go?#and thats the foundation for my idea of their ‘found-ish family’#i HATE the actual family stereotype but i am thinking of like #they are bonded in a specific and unique way #and they stick together because of it. no one will understand them as much as they understand each other #i know i mentioned only the four of them #but i am thinking of ALL of them #they are a little gang of their own now lmao if u mess w one u mess w the rest of the hounds #and they all have some warped perspectives on good and ‘evil’ and justice #maybe the others arent as readily capable to physically hurt someone. but they are more than okay with bad and cruel things happening-#-to bad people.#anyway. this post was about ryuji having a thing about getting roughhoused bc hes a rowdy boy #i can see it being something ann teases him about #and definitely as they get older its something that just doesnt leave him. his brain has already made the Connections #i love my homies they beat the shit out of me when i ask them to and vice versa 😊#naw theyre not really HURTING each other that bad #but its the idea of it 👀 like look at me bearing my weaknesses to u so you can make me a better person

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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blue hour | 70s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: you get the opportunity of a lifetime to write an article on elvis for his first MSG appearance, but there's just something about that blue suit .

WC: 3.4k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI one tiny mention of the colonel, smut, smut and more smut, oral(m.receiving), protected sex(because i finally remembered to write it in this time!), riding, idk im missing tags

notes: based on this, this is my favorite look on elvis like. Ever. he looks so good yall. i'm having like the worst week so i wrote this to cope lol also i know he had two shows that day but for my own purposes he only had a night show. may contain inaccuracies or mistakes as always. enjoy!

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although you loved working at your little newspaper job, it'd been a rough last few weeks. your boss only allowing you to write the most boring articles you'd ever written. local woman celebrates her 100th birthday, it rained yesterday, the price of milk went up by one cent, it wasn't enough. you needed more, a challenge. so when the awful, loud coworker that you hated oh so much got the piece for elvis presley's upcoming show at madison square garden, allowing her to attend the press conference, you were about 5 seconds away from quitting.

"oh, they're definitely fucking." another coworker whispered to you, leaning on your cubicle. you scoffed. "no way, i just think she's good at kissing his ass." you turned your head to the side, watching as she let out a squeal as she hugged your boss tightly. "yeah, if sucking dick counts as kissing ass. you deserved that piece." they said to you, walking away after giving you a slight pat on the back. it was true though, you deserved to write about it. that should have been you screaming and thanking your boss. you put in more effort into your work than she did, it wasn't fair. apparently your other coworkers thought the same, inviting you out to drinks after work. you raised your glass, "here's to hoping somethin' very very bad happens to her-" you slurred. "-so the article goes to me!" everyone laughed and raised their glasses along with you. obviously you didn't want her dead or anything that crazy, just something enough to let your boss hand it over to you.

it was almost as if the gods above you heard your prayers. you had the day of the press conference off and had slept in a few hours later than usual. the phone rang, waking you up from your deep sleep. you answered groggily to your boss who asked if you'd be able to attend in your coworkers place as she'd gotten the flu and could no longer go. you couldn't turn the offer down, it was a dream come true. not only would you be seeing elvis up close and in real life but this piece could have people taking you more seriously. now all you had to do was come up with questions to ask him. this was supposed to be his first large show in new york and you had the honor of being there, you needed to have good questions but you also needed to look good.

after a shower and rushing the office to get your press pass, you finally made it to the hotel for the conference. you'd never been so nervous for anything in your life, you were practically shaking when you showed your pass to get in. there were people everywhere, cameras everywhere all over the floor. you still managed to get a spot near the front, right in front of the table where elvis would be seated. you pulled out your recorder and notepad from your bag. it was such a surreal moment for you. it got more real once his father was brought out , followed by vernon waving and taking a quick seat right as the same man who introduced him announced "mr.presley brought a friend with him!". the room filled with claps and cheers as elvis walked out, smiling and standing proud next to his father, hands on his hips and nodding towards everyone. he looked incredible, wearing the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen that goes well with his tan, the undershirt was gorgeous. a white and blue floral-dotted pattern with the collar up. not to mention the dark blue cape supported by his collar.

"first of all, i plead innocent of all charges!" he joked as he took a seat.

him and vernon took a second to adjust their seating. "we love you elvis!" a woman yelled from the back. "thank you dear, love you too. thank you" he said loud and proud, leaving you melting. elvis was so lovely, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh but always giving everyone a real answer. you hadn't spoken up though, the nerves were getting to you, still starstruck by the fact elvis was right in front of you. you just couldn't get over how handsome he looked, that shade of blue against his tan skin was doing something to you. if you had been sitting down, you'd definitely have to cross your legs or keep your thighs tightly squeezed together. you made the mistake of wearing a skirt as well, everyone else was dressed casually while you were dressed like it was another day at the office. the way he stood up to unbutton his blazer and show off his gold belt definitely made those feelings of yours a lot worse.

a little later into the conference, elvis finally took a glance at you, giving you a soft smile. "you hadn't said a word this whole time, cat got your tongue?" you turned slightly red as his words, truth is, you didn't really know what to ask him. "a-ah-mr.presley, you'll have to excuse me.." you stuttered. "elvis." he corrected. "-elvis, i'm just a little starstruck that's all." he let out a small laugh. "um-so-how are you enjoying new york? has anything caught your eye? you must be very excited to play tonight."

elvis moved his eyes up and down on you, grinning. "oh, something has caught my eye, alright." your mouth dropped, leaving you speechless. "i've been enjoyin' new york, real excited for tonight. it's gonna be a good show."

there were a few more questions, a couple towards vernon along with a few photos being taken. the colonel finally came out, saying they had to wrap it up. you almost felt sad, only keeping your eyes glued to elvis and the suit he was in till he left the room. as you got up, you were quickly approached by someone on his team asking for you to stay behind. your nerves getting the best of you once again, were you in trouble? everyone cleared out, taking their cameras and such out of the room as you stayed behind, taking a seat on the edge of the stage.

"hey darlin', sorry to keep you waiting." if you had turned your head any faster, you could have easily broken your neck. there he was, the most beautiful man to ever walk on this earth, walking towards you with that famous lip curling grin on his face.

you got on your feet, pushing your skirt back down to an appropriate level. "oh my-mr.presley! it's an honor to meet you!" you held your hand out for him to shake, to which he took and placed his lips on the back of your hand. "thought i told you to call me elvis, hon."

"right! sorry, mr-ah-elvis." you replied awkwardly. "what can i do you for?" you asked, trying to not look down at the rest of him. you couldn't help but stare.

"i'm supposed to go back and rehearse for tonight, but i think there's somethin' better i'd like to do instead." he moved his face closer to yours, the smell of his cologne and aftershave filling the inside of your nose.

"and what would that be?"

"why don't you come with me and find out?" he said under his breath. he took your hand and scurried you to his room, trying to avoid more of the press and his manager.

clicking the lock behind him, he began to shimmy off his blazer before you stopped him. "can you leave that on? just for a minute?" he raised an eyebrow at you, pulling you closer to him. "you like the suit mama? saw you eyein' me down in there" he had you pressed against him with his arms around your waist.

"thought you looked so pretty up there," you ran your hand over the soft fabric of his bright blue blazer, adjusting his collar slightly. "matches your eyes."

a shiver went down his spine as you touched him, aching for you more and more. "well, aren't you sweet?" he chuckled, placing a hand on your cheek.

"here's what's gonna happen baby, you're gonna suck me off then you're come to my show tonight and let me fuck you afterwards, sound good?" he explained, your own arousal was growing more and more as you felt him against you.

"yessir." he pulled away from you, chucking the gold plated belt that he had shown off earlier onto the bed then untucking his shirt from his pants. you kneeled down, the rough carpet hard on your knees. you'd definitely be feeling that later. you ran your hand over the swell on his pants and scanned his eyes for permission as you reached for the zipper. "go on, baby."

you unzipped the bright blue pants and carefully dragged them down to his thighs, being met with with his leaking, hard cock. you almost wanted to comment on his choice of wearing no underwear, but the clock was ticking. you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking along the angry, protruding vein on the underside of his cock. you slowly took him in to give your throat time to adjust. taking him all in, he let out a soft groan and placed a hand in your hair.

he watched as you took him in and out of your mouth, fingernails digging into his thighs. "gonna let me fuck that mouth of yours?"

you moaned in response, his cock twitching at the vibration from your noises. he moved his hand to the back of your head, gripping at your hair as he fully thrusted himself in you. you were pretty much swallowing him whole, gagging slightly causing tears to fall from the corners of your eyes. "you should look at yourself hon, lookin' so fucked out. goddamn, you're gorgeous."

your throat relaxed around him, glassy eyes locking into his lust-filled ones as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. "yea baby, just like that." he gasped, throwing his head back as his movements went faster.

"not gonna last--where do you want me?" he shakily asked.

you gave his thighs a squeeze, groaning around him as permission to cum down your throat. the last thing you wanted was for him to ruin and make a mess of that pretty blue suit of his. your noises sent him shooting right down your throat, the taste both salty and sweet, swallowing all of it right up and not missing a single drop.

he panted heavily as you slowly removed him from your mouth, licking his tip one last time before carefully pulling his pants up and shoving him back in. "wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" you said hoarsely, zipping him back up.

he helped you stand back up, gently fixing your skirt for you. "oh, i'm gonna have some fun with you tonight." he teased. "hate to leave you like this but the colonel's gonna be knockin' on my door any minute." he brought his face close to yours, pulling you in again with a arm around your waist. "wanna see you front row, wait after the show and someone will bring you backstage." he said softly. "gonna treat you real good." he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, tasting himself on you. "leave five minutes after i leave, got it?"

"yes, mr.presley." you nodded, purposely not calling him elvis just to rile him up. he pulled away, growling slightly. "thought i told you to call me by my name, but i guess you don't wanna listen." he shook his head and opened the door. "brace yourself, little one. watch yourself." elvis warned before leaving and exiting his room, letting the door slam behind him.

you were front and center for his show that night, just as promised. it was hard going home and resisting the urge to touch yourself, to give yourself some sweet relief after the events from earlier. even during the show, you were practically dripping. it wouldn't be a surprise if you'd left the seat a mess. you had to remind yourself that you needed to pay attention to not just how elvis looked that night, but how his performance was. after all, you had an article to write and unfortunately, you can't exactly have 'i gave elvis head and he fucked me later after his concert!' as the headline, although it'd definitely be eye catching. doesn't really roll off the tongue though.

just as elvis said, someone came for you not long after the show, bringing you to elvis's dressing room where he was sitting on the couch in his white jumpsuit with gold stones decorated around it, zipped down past his chest. you muttered a quick thank you as the man shut the door behind you. "lock the door." he said straight away.

"no hello?" you scoffed, doing as he said then standing awkwardly.

"pft. sorry darlin' c'mere, take a seat next to me." he pat the empty side of the couch for you to sit, giving you a soft smile as you took a seat next to him. "enjoy the show?"

"oh, of course. you were amazing!" you replied quickly. "you really do know how to put on a show, mr.presley."

he tsk'ed at you, shaking his head once again at you not calling him by his name. "you really don't listen, do you?"

elvis pulled your legs over to his lap, causing you to slightly lay flat on the couch. "you know, i don't like when people don't listen to me." he lifted up your leg slightly, throwing your shoe off and trailing kisses from your ankle and down your leg then doing the same to the other.

"guess i need to be punished then?" you teased. "oh mr.presley, please don't punish me!"

elvis took in a sharp inhale at your obvious-fake tone, setting down your leg and crawling over you, one knee in between your thighs and touching slightly at the wetness under your skirt. "no underwear, huh? how dirty." he dug his knee deeper, smirking slightly at the small whine coming from you. "so goddamn wet, you're gonna make a mess of the whole couch."

you slowly pushed yourself onto his knee, begging for any sort of friction on your arching core. you pulled him down to you by his collar, kissing him deeply and opening your mouth slightly for him to slip his tongue inside. you ran your hands over his dark-haired chest up and down as you moaned into his mouth, his knee rubbing up and down your folds. "please-"

you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm just by rubbing yourself against the fabric of his suit, breathing heavily under elvis. he removed his knee, sitting up slightly. "elvis!" you groaned.

"oh, now you wanna say my name?" he ripped your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere, running his hands under your bra and gripping your breasts, squeezing them as he placed kisses everywhere. you unhooked your bra, allowing elvis to toss it to the side and bite around your sensitive areas. "fuck!" you shouted. he was definitely leaving marks that you'd have to cover before returning to work tomorrow, there's no way you were going to be explaining how elvis gave you those marks in the first place.

elvis sat up again, pulling down your skirt and throwing it then bending back down, trailing kisses from your breasts to your dripping, wet pussy. he licked up the wetness, tasing your juices before using his fingers to tease at the bundle of nerves. "you touch yourself today?" he asked, giving your clit a slight pinch.

"n-no, saved myself for you." you stuttered, squeezing your thighs slightly around him.

"good." with no warning, he inserted two fingers inside you, the feeling of his long, calloused fingers you saw him use to play his guitar earlier sending you waves of pleasure. he curled them both, moving them in a fast pace before finally hitting deep enough to make you clench around him.

his eyes met yours, feeling his own cock twitch at the sight of you. "god, you're beautiful." he pulled his fingers out of you right as you were about to climax again.

you let out a soft whine at the emptiness, "elvis-" he unzipped his jumpsuit, shimmying out of it and allowing his fully-hard cock to slap against his stomach, red and dripping with precum. "i know, baby. hold on."

"need you so bad." you creeped a hand down to touch yourself as you watched elvis undress and tore open a small condom packet.

he slipped it on and swat your hand away. "sorry mamas, can't be too careful." you flashed him a quick smile. "unlike most men." you joked.

elvis laughed in response. "well, i ain't like most men am i?" you shook your head. "hell no."

he let out another throaty laugh, slowly pushing himself inside of you, groaning at the sudden tightness. "god, you feel so good." he let you adjust a moment, not hesitating to look into your eyes for approval to move.

it was a shame this would most likely be the only time you'd ever see him, you adored him. in love with how gentle he was with you. "elvis, fuck me. please."

"just because you said please." he purred, thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. you loved the feeling, you felt so full. it had been so long since any man in your life had made you feel this way. he moved faster, pulling you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he kissed you again, breathing and taking you all in. his arms snaked around your waist, enjoying your warm embrace as he fucked you into oblivion. you let out loud moans into his mouth as you continued to kiss him. "oh elvis, elvis-" the position allowed hit against your g-spot again, the feeling more arousing than before. "oh my god, elvis."

his hips moved faster under yours, panting heavily into your ear. "yeah baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream it, c'mon." you pushed him slightly against the armrest of the couch, allowing yourself to bounce up and down on his lap. you were sure everyone outside his dressing room could hear the lewd noises coming from the both of you, but you could tell elvis didn't care. "takin' me so good." he groaned. you felt him suddenly twitch as his thighs tightened, he gripped your hips tightly as he came, sure enough to leave bruises later.

you came shortly after, screaming his name as you tilted your head back, moaning and making noises you never thought you could make. your legs shook as you rode him through your own orgasm, gripping onto elvis for dear life.

"good lord." he panted. you laid yourself on top of elvis to catch your breath, him still inside you. "i don't-" you breathed. "i don't think i've ever orgasmed like that in my whole life." you said in a breathy laugh.

"you and me both." he said, letting out a sigh. "think you can sit up for me?" you slowly got up, your body starting to slowly ache as you got off of him and winced at the emptiness. "think i might have to call off of work tomorrow." you threw yourself back on the couch as he stood up to throw the condom in the trash. "you gonna write a good article on me?" he tied a robe around himself and grabbed an extra one for you before walking to you to clean you up.

"no, i'm gonna write a piece on how terrible you are." he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, tossing the robe beside you. "after all we've been through?" he fake-cried. you slipped the robe on, not bothering to tie it. "oh shut up, you big baby." elvis took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around you and lighting a cigar in the other. "listen baby, you say what you wanna say. but if you're nice enough, maybe i'll let you see me again."

you did write a good piece of him, mentioning how great he was on stage and how everyone should see him live at least once. but it was the way you wrote about the press conference and the blue suit that had people swooning. and yes, he called you a few days after the article came out.

#part of me likes this but part of me doesn't #i just wanted to get something out this week #elvis #elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis smut

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The Cowboy’s Ice Princess ⛸ | Rhett Abbott Headcanon

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Takes place in the year 2021 (I know OR came out in 2022, but they more than likely filmed last year so im using that as the timeline). Also content warnings: light mentions of sporting injuries and misogyny/sexism by the press.

Rhett falling love with a Olympic figure skater would look like:

It all began when Rhett was asked by Cecelia to take Amy to her ice skating lessons. First off, the man didn’t even know his niece was enrolled in them. second, where the hell was he supposed to take her? After gaining the information —which was that Amy’s classmate had their birthday party at the ice rink in the city where she immediately fell in love with skating and begged for lessons—Rhett was giving the address and the two were on their way. “We’re gonna be really early, uncle Rhett,” she said when she saw the time, deep down it excited her-knowing that before her lessons were the training hours of a famous skater. Rhett, unaware of what the girl was thinking replied, “well, there ain’t no harm in showin’ up early. Better get you started now.”

When they arrived at the rink they were really early. Like Amy still nearly an hour till her lessons started. Only a few cars were in the parking lot so Rhett suggested they wait in the car until it got closer to the time, but Amy was like “no! Let’s go in! I don’t mind waiting inside.” “Well alright….” Walking toward the facility, Rhett missed how beneath the name of the building it said, “home of Olympic Champion, Y/n L/n.” Inside the lady at the counter smiled at Amy saying, “you’re early today Amy. The ice won’t be ready until they finish up down there, but i can get you your skates and you two can head on over to the bleachers.” Picking up her skates, since Amy didn’t have her own personal ones to bring, she carried them past the concession booth and locker room entrance to the stairs leading to the bleachers where music could be heard through the speakers.

As soon as the rink was visible, blue eyes landed on the figure gliding across the ice like she was a ballerina doing a solo on a the stage. Even from a distance Rhett noticed her beauty, which was only accentuate as she danced across the ice. She was dressed in a black turtleneck and leggings, white skates in her feet and hair slicked back into a tight bun. Rhett was pretty much frozen, captivated by the lone skater who was in her own element, unaware there were onlookers besides her coach who was off to the side. Each spin, each jump, each glide and Rhett felt like he was in a trance—until Any pulled him out by hissing under her breath, “stop being creepy and sit down, uncle Rhett.” When he did Rhett noticed a look of awe in Amy as she watched the skater, leaning in to whisper, “this why you didn’t mind waitin’ in her’ when you still got plenty of time?”

With a grin and not taking her eyes off the skater, Amy began to rant to her uncle, “That’s Y/n L/n—one of the best figure skaters in the world. Some weeks ago some of the girls I do lessons with told me ‘bout her after I asked about the little shrine dedicated to her when you first walk in. You didn’t see it but it’s on the other end of the counter if we would’ve turned right instead of goin’ straight,” Amy paused to watch the woman, Y/n, complete a triple axel, one of the most difficult jumps in the sport. “Anyways, Ruby told me Y/n’s trained at this rink since she was five years old and is one of few people from this city to make it big in the world. She’s competed on the international level since 2010–and went to the Olympics!! Three times!! She’s trainin’ for the 2022 Games in China happenen’ next year. Her trainin’ is right ‘fore my lessons but gramma always brings right on time so I never get to see her unlike some of the other girls. I heard people on tv call her the ‘Ice Princess’ —not ‘cause she’s a great skater, but ‘cause she’s rude to reporters—but some of the girls say she’s very nice and welcomin’ when they’ve gotten a chance to talk to her before class.”

Impressed and captivated by you, Rhett does a google search and finds your career stats. Whistling under his breath, Rhett reads that since your debut at the 2009 U.S Figure Skating Championships at the age of 14, you’ve gone on to become—in your discipline of the women’s singles— a six-time National champion, a four-time World champion, and are currently the reigning Olympic champion of the 2018 Winter Olympics. Rhett also reads you have three World silver medals, are the 2014 Olympic silver medalist & the 2010 Olympic bronze medalist as well as part of the 2014 & 2018 U.S Olympic bronze medal teams. Bringing a total of five Olympic medals in three appearances. Rhett even came across a YouTube compilation titled, ‘Y/n L/n being the Ice Princess & snapping back at reporters for 4 minutes straight.’ Curious, Rhett watches it and all he saw was you acting how anyone would when asked about their weight, diet, personal struggles, and that they were getting old in a sport known for young girls.

What made Rhett’s eyes gouge from his head was when your information read that you were actually from Wabang. “No fucking way,” he muttered just as the music ended. Lifting his head he saw you exhale and skate in the direction of your coach. He couldn’t hear what was being said but soon you were back in the middle of the ice doing spins so fast it made him dizzy. You continued practicing elements of your routine for the remainder of your training. When it came time for you to exit the ice, feeling bold, Amy jumped up and raced to the entrance of the ice to meet you there with Rhett calling out to her. The sound caught your attention, where you smiled at the sight of a little girl beaming up at you with awe in her eyes, “well hello.”

Introducing herself, Amy politely asked for a picture which you happily agreed to just as Rhett approached with an apologetic expression. Immediately you thought he was handsome and looked away when you connected eyes. Gosh they were the most gorgeous shade of blue you’d ever seen. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. We didn’t mean to bother you, Ms. L/n.” You brushed it off saying it was not a problem and you were enjoying Amy’s company, hoping Rhett couldn’t pick up on the fact you found him extremely attractive. Since Rhett had the phone, he quickly snapped some photos of you two before he and Amy thanked you for your time. Amy’s lessons were about to start so you wished good luck and to have fun before heading to the locker room to freshen up and change since you weren’t gonna be back in the rink till later that night.

Rhett could not stop thinking about you after that. Whenever Amy had lessons Rhett would offer to take her, making his mother confused, and, coincidently, would arrive 20-30 minutes before her lessons just to watch you train. Sometimes her friends in the classes were also there, so it worked out cause then they weren’t the only two being lowkey creeps. Finding it amusing—especially when Rhett tried to make it look like he wasn’t completely captivated by you—you’d wave to them and say hello when passing by on your way out. Rhett would tip his hat, giving you a smile that nearly knocked your skates off.

Amy had lessons every Saturday & Sunday afternoon so after a month of admiring each other from a distance, you made the first move by approaching him after changing into your hoodie and jeans, “This seat taken?” “Not at all. Please, be my guest.” You two talked the entire duration of Amy’s lesson. After finding out they were also from Wabang, and Rhett mentioning he read you were from there, you explained to him, “Yeah my ma worked as a nurse here in the city and would bring me everyday while she worked almost a twelve-hour shift. I basically grew up in the rink. My pops was a ranch hand ‘til he hurt his back and homeschooled me so I could skate. I moved closer to here when I turned eighteen—but my folks still live in Wabang and I visit every week.” Rhett then talked about his family’s ranch and bull riding and soon Amy’s lesson ended. While she was getting changed you and Rhett exchanged numbers after the cowboy asked if you wanted to get coffee the next time you were in town.

The feelings between you two bloomed over several weeks of texting, phone calls, and going on dates whenever you were in Wabang or having Rhett travel to the city. One of your dates actually was bringing him onto the ice after the days lessons were done and nobody wad there. That memory would go down as the funniest night of your lives with Rhett losing his balance, bringing you both onto the ice several times because you two were holding hands. “C’mon, cowboy, give me one lap without falling and I may just give you a kiss when the night ends.” Oh you bet your ass he did everything in his power to not fall on that one lap. When it was a success he immediately asked for his payment, and so your first kiss happened right there in the middle of the rink. From that moment on you were his and he was yours

When you came to the ranch Rhett would teach you to rope and ride a horse. His mother nearly had a heart attack when you met for the first time, obviously knowing who you were because she’d seen the shrine dedicated to you and your accomplishments at the rink. She couldn’t believe her son actually was in a relationship with you. Amy was over the moon and happy for her uncle. Royal and Perry were actually impressed but lowkey made bets on how long it would take for Rhett to fuck it up.

Rhett was head over heels for you and made the promise to never let you down. You were his woman and he became your biggest supporter. Even when Amy didn’t have lessons Rhett would come to the rink in his free time to bring you food or sit in on your practice. He saved up money just to travel and watch you compete, spent time on learning the different moves and jumps, and how the scoring works. You’d made it known to him that the upcoming Beijing Games were to be your last if you made the team so Rhett became your personal cheerleader to motivate you to do your best. “Baby, you’re gonna make that team—no doubt ‘bout it. Just keep doin’ what’re doin’ and that gold medal will be yours again. And I’m gonna be cheerin’ you on every step of the way.”

You made Rhett feel things he never thought he would feel. You inspired him, motivated him, was not only his partner but his best friend. With you he never felt like a disappointment. You made him laugh, held him when he cried after a bad day, encouraged him to follow his dreams. Rhett loved you so much he couldn’t picture a life without you. Even when he would rant about how you deserved better than him, you stayed by his side, kissing him breathless to show you were just as crazy about him as he was of you. “I don’t ever wanna hear those words again, Rhett Abbott. I don’t just open heart to anyone. You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met, and I love you so much and I’m going to make sure you know that everyday. You’re my cowboy, Rhett Abbott.”

You would attend his rodeos, cheering in the stands which has some of the locals shocked to see you there. Although you no longer lived in Wabang many of the residents knew who you were. Whenever the Olympics came around your picture was on the front page of the newspaper, detailing your accomplishments. Many couldn’t believe one of then had made it to the worlds greatest sporting stage and was recognized as one of the best athletes in their sport. They also couldn’t believe the notorious Rhett Abbott had managed to pull you—confirmed by the dropping of jaws when Rhett swooped you off your feet to kiss you when he finished his ride. He’d been up front with you about his reputation, but you assured him you’d never judge him by his past and as long as he continues to be the man he was to you then you were in for the long haul. “C’mon, cowboy, let’s show ‘em you’re better than what they perceive ya.” With his Stetson on your head, you had to hold back smirking at the disappointed looks from buckle bunnies.

Being a professional athlete working to defend an Olympic title was challenging. There were days you didn’t hit your routine as sharp or fell on a jump. About three month before the trials you lightly sprained your ankle when you landed wrong on your triple axel, putting you off the rink for two weeks for it to heal. During that period your stress and anxiety was high, worried that you were falling off your game and would miss your chance at winning a second gold. 2018 was the best year of your life, winning your first Olympic gold in your third Games. Since then the commentators have put a lot of pressure on you and have go so far as to call you the ‘Ice Princess,’ due to your stone cold attitude at the press when they’ve asked offensive questions you’ve called them out on instead of giving a sugar coated answer to remain polite. Only the media seemed to be your enemy because friends, teammates and even competitors had praised you for standing up to the press.

On those days that were hard Rhett would take you out on a nice date before settling down for the night by cuddling on the coach with the fire going and have a movie on the tv. Rhett would hold you in his arms, running his hands through your hair and murmur words of encouragement. “I know you had a rough day, baby. But just ‘member that each rough day is a sign to do better the next. Tomorrow is a new day. You just gotta rest tonight and put your mind at ease, so let’s talk about anythin’ ‘sides the ice.”

When the trials came for the 2022 Winter Olympic team, you were the #1 overall skater for your discipline securing your spot on the team. You were in tears, hugging your coach as Rhett, his family, and your family cheered in the stands. He even had to wipe his face, overcome with emotion and met you when it concluded with a bouquet of flowers and a passionate kiss. “I’m so proud of you, darlin’. So so proud,” he said in between kisses, “you were incredible—I knew you could do it.” Unfortunately Rhett wouldn’t be joining you in Beijing due to the COVID restrictions set in place, but he promised to be up every morning to watch you skate. It was a tearful goodbye at the airport with Rhett telling you how much he loved you and would miss for the next two and a half weeks, and after several kisses and promises to call everyday he finally let you go so you could get through customs.

Rhett and his family sat down to watch the opening ceremonies of the Games where you led Team USA as their selected flag bearer. You looked so adorable in your outfit that Rhett couldn’t help but take a picture if his tv when the camera panned to you. Not much of a social media person, he did however post it on his story with the caption, “That’s my Ice Princess♥️⛸.” The nickname you once hated ended up being your favorite whenever Rhett called you it. Only he could make you flustered when it rolled off his tongue. He was your cowboy, you were his Ice Princess.

Making through with his promise, Rhett got up at the ass crack of Dawn the days you were set to go on the ice. Qualifications, team finals, short program, free skate, he was on his couch watching it live. When it came back you were the #3 overall qualifier, Rhett was over the moon. Then he and Amy cheered together when the USA claimed the silver metal in the team. He watched you with beaming eyes on the screen medal yourself and hold it up with pride.

On the day of your free skate, the final segment of the women’s signals skate finals, Rhett held his breath and was on the edge of his seat when you stepped on the ice. The last to perform, becoming a two-time Olympic champion would be down to the four minutes ahead if you. All through the routine he felt that familiar skip in his heart like the first time he saw you. You glided across the ice with ease, like a ballerina on stage. Each twirl, each jump was perfection and you hit every single element, finishing the routine with a grin on your face. You knew right then, as did the small crowd of local spectators and members of team USA as well as Rhett and y’all’s families back home. They were already celebrating with Rhett having tears in his eyes the moment your name came up with the overall total next to the #1 spot.

Rhett never thought he’d find love—especially with someone as amazing as you. You were the definition of perfection, the most dedicated, inspiring, beautiful person he’d ever met and everyday he thanked whoever above to allow him the honor of being your cowboy. When the gold medal was placed around your neck, and you announced the closing of a chapter with retiring from the sport of figure skating, Rhett couldn’t wait to be a part of the next chapter. But no matter what you did on or off the rink, you would always be his Ice Princess.

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