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forzalando · 4 months

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Orange Theory

Charles Leclerc x best friend!reader (female reader)

summary: charles and his best friend do countless nice things for each other, but they're just behaving like any good friend would. right? wc: 2.5k author's note: ok guys so this is not the Charles fic i promised (she is still a WIP and i will finish her eventually. probably will have to be a multi-part fic with how long it's getting), but i hope you enjoy this one in the meantime! special thanks to @scuderiahoney for encouragement and inspiration. special thanks to @sof1shticated for reading and assuring me this doesn't suck. if you haven't read their fics, both Lee and Mel have some gems that i adore. HIGHLY recommend checking out their masterlists! warnings: none!

You loved summer break – Charles was home for at least a few weeks, days spent on a yacht, every afternoon and evening spent with friends either at dinner or out at some club until someone got too drunk to carry on.

Today was, in your humble opinion, the perfect day. All of your friends, courtesy of Charles, were sprawled out on the sun deck of a rented boat or splashing around in the water below. You could feel the heat radiating off of Lando as he laid next to you and whispered about how McLaren was making insane upgrades – according to him, they might just have a race-winning car in the second half of the season.

“Are you boring my best friend to tears, Norris?” The brutal sun disappeared behind Charles’ body as he stood above you – as if on instinct, he shifted slightly so that you could look up at him and not be blinded by its rays.

“She’s hanging on my every word, right, Y/N? In fact, she asked me how I’m feeling about Zandvoort and the rest of the season.”

“And?” Charles asked, a small smile on his face.

“Like I would tell you what’s going on with the car! I know Y/N can keep a secret, she would never betray me to a prancing horse. She bleeds papaya.”

You laughed along with Lando – the one point of contention that had always existed in your friendship with Charles. Of course, you became a Ferrari fan because of him, but you’d always been a McLaren and Mercedes loyalist. It was something that Lando, Oscar, and George relished in.

“Alright, alright, no need to rub it in, Norris,” you giggled. “What can I do for you, Charlie?”

“I just came to give you this.”

Within seconds, a perfectly peeled orange dropped in your lap. Lando’s eyes grew wide for a moment but a swift glare from Charles had his face back to normal in no time. You missed the interaction, jumping up from your seat in excitement.

“Aw, Charlie! You are the best friend a girl could ask for,” you chirped as you started separating the wedges of fruit.

“Ah, don’t mention it,” he sighed, waving his citrus-scented hand in the air. “There’s more in the cooler if you want! Freshly peeled!”

“Thank you, mon cher ami.” You quickly kissed his cheek, noticing as you pulled away just how red it was, along with his neck and the tips of his ears. “Charles! How many times do I have to tell you to put on sunscreen? Your face and neck are fried!”

“I don’t think it’s from the sun,” Lando mumbled, his eyes trained on the fruit in your hands. With Charles insisting he was fine, you could barely hear what he had said.

“What did you say, Lan?” You asked, turning your attention away from Charles for a moment.

Once again, Lando was met with a menacing glare and he laughed awkwardly before moving his gaze to the horizon.

“Nothing, nothing, Y/N. Just thinking out loud.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back to Charles and handed him the orange he had just given to you. With your now free hands, you rifled through your beach bag until you found the SPF 50 face cream you had packed that morning with Charles in mind.

“Here, I packed this for you. Please put some on so I don’t have to worry about you getting sun poisoning,” you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.

Charles stared without answering for far too long – anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask him and he’d do it. Even without you gazing at him with your wide, siren eyes, he would give you the world if you so desired it.

He shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of the daze caused by your pleading eyes. “Oui, ma fleur, I will put on the sun cream. Je promets.”

You smiled in triumph, taking the orange back from Charles and bidding him a “see you later” before laying back down in your lounger. Popping an orange slice into your mouth, you let out a contented sigh. Somehow, whether Charles was magic or he had some serious connections in the produce world, the fruit he picked out and gave to you always tasted better than anything you bought yourself.

“He peels your oranges for you?”

You hummed and turned to Lando – “what, Lan?”

“Does Charles always peel your oranges for you?”

“Well, no, obviously not always. Why?”

Before Lando could answer, Lily plopped down next to you and stole an orange slice from your hand.

“I swear,” she huffed, “Alex and George are competitive to begin with, but when they get together, it’s unbearable. They’ve been having a “who can hold their breath the longest” contest for the past thirty minutes! Rematch after rematch after rematch, I called in my favor with Oscar to get out of judging their little competition.”

“As if either of them could beat me, they probably didn’t ask me to join because they’re scared,” Lando bragged. “I’ll leave you ladies to chat, go show them how it’s done.”

As Lando walked towards the edge of the boat, you and Lily turned towards one another.

“Men,” you scoffed in unison, following it up with belly laughs and lingering giggles.

As the laughter died down, Lily ate the orange slice she had stolen from you and practically moaned in delight. “Where did you get this orange? It might be the best I’ve ever had!”

“It’s from Charles! I was just thinking about this, I don’t know how he does it but he always has the best fruit. Every time he brings me any I am both ecstatic and pissed off – my fruit is never as good as his and we shop at the same grocery store!”

“Well, does he have any more oranges? I could eat 20 of these.”

“He said he left me more in his cooler, let me grab them.”

A few moments later, you walked back to Lily with a bag of peeled oranges in your right hand and two bottles of water in your left.

“Are you a professional orange peeler? You were only gone for two minutes.”

“Oh no,” you giggled, “Charles peeled them for me. He knows I don’t like peeling them so when he can, he always does it for me.”

“Y/N,” Lily looked at you suspiciously, “do you know what the orange peel theory is?”

You wracked your brain but came up empty. “No, what is it?”

Lily went into a brief explanation – something about how it became a viral tik tok challenge, people asking their partners if they would peel an orange for them and how it was an indicator of true love, soulmates, a healthy relationship, and everything in between. “Well, that’s just silly,” you mumbled through chews, orange juice dribbling down your chin. “I think it just means someone is a good person – Charlie and I aren’t anything more than friends and he peels my oranges, among other things, because he has a good heart.”

“Among other things?” Lily pressed you, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“He slices my apples because I have never been able to master the apple corer contraption! And he takes all my grapes off the stems when he’s at my place because I never do – it’s too tedious.”

“What else?”

“Oh, when we go out to breakfast, he always brings me a tea when he picks me up. He’s an early riser and I take forever to get ready. He knows I never have time to make it myself when we have plans before 10am.”

Lily was smirking at you, no, smiling at you. It was a little unnerving, the way she was entirely amused at the information you were giving her. However, the moment was briefly interrupted by the arrival of Alex.

“What are we talking about, ladies?” He spoke cheerfully, a broad smile on his face which meant that he was most likely declared the best breath holder of the 2019 rookies.

“Y/N was just telling me about all the sweet things Charles does for her,” Lily gushed.

“Oh god, when is he not doing things for her? Did you see him buttering her bread for her at dinner last week?”

Lily burst out laughing while you playfully punched Alex’s arm. “I’m indecisive! He butters it for me while I read the menu since it takes me so long to figure out what I want to order. It saves time!”

“He does that on a regular basis?” Alex asked incredulously, looking at Lily with wide eyes. “My god, that man is head over heels.”

“Alex,” you protested, “Charles is not in love with me. We’ve been friends for six years, I think I would know by now.”

“You’re both impossible,” Alex groaned. “Come on, Lily, I just came over to get you so we could play water polo with George and Carmen.”

Lily sighed in defeat, though she had a smile on her face at the thought of spending time with Alex even if it meant another competition. “I’ll see you, later, yeah?” She called over her shoulder, waving goodbye as you teased her by dramatically eating another slice of orange and settling back in your chair. At the front of the boat, Charles was laughing with Pierre and almost as if he felt you looking, he turned around and met your gaze.

Even though you had just wholly denied anything more than friendship between you and him, you couldn’t help but think about your interactions with Lily and Alex.

Sure, Charles sometimes did things that were out of the ordinary for ‘just friends’, but he had the sweetest soul of anyone you’d ever met. He always sacrificed his umbrella or jacket for you, made sure you had fresh tulips in your apartment when he was home in between races, had your favorite meal delivered to you when you were having a rough day while he was away and you missed him.

You did things for him too – cleaned his apartment when you knew he was on his way back to Monaco, left him plenty of sticky notes with words of encouragement if he was coming back from a bad race, stocked his fridge full of his favorite things. Recently, you’d been gifting him annotated books because he mentioned he wanted to read more and always enjoyed listening to you talk about your favorite novels. Since you spent most of the year apart, you decided he could at least read your thoughts.

When you could come to races, unfortunately a rare occurrence due to your graduate classes and work schedule, he made sure Ferrari hospitality had your favorite flavor of sparkling water on hand. Anytime you saw a cute dog video, you would send it to him because they always made him smile.

You’d do anything to make him smile, just as he would for you, which is what a good friend would do. A best friend, it’s what a best friend would do.

But best friends didn’t linger in doorways and stare at each other’s lips when bidding each other goodnight. They didn’t cuddle close and fall asleep in each other’s arms on a couch while watching whatever movie you had chosen because he always let you choose.

They didn’t look at one another the way Charles was looking at you now – his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head and a dopey smile on his face. He waved to you and dramatically blew you a kiss, something he always did when he caught your eye across a room, no matter who was around.

You practically launched yourself to your feet, the last remaining orange slices in your lap falling to the lounger and staining the seat with juice. It was only seconds until you were standing in front of Charles but the walk over felt like an eternity with the way the world around you disappeared and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Est-ce que tu maimes, Charles?”

The question came out in one breath, your chest heaving in anticipation for his response.

“Of course, I love you, ma fleur,” he laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“No,” you panted. “Do you love me, Charlie? Est-ce que tu maimes?”

“Of course, I love you,” he answered again, his eyes shining and a small smile on his face that told you everything you needed to know. “Every time I think of you, I love you. Every time I breathe, I love you.”

“Every time you peel my oranges?” You whispered, holding up your orange juice-stained fingertips. He took your right hand in his and held it up to his face to kiss your palm, his eyelashes fluttering against you gently.

“Especially when I peel your oranges. Did you know that I hate doing it too? Like, really hate it. I don’t even peel them for myself.”

You gasped in shock, watching as he threw his head back and laughed jovially.

“I’d do anything for you, ma fleur. Mon soleil. Mon cœur.”

“Would you kiss me?”

“Maybe if Pierre would leave and stop gawking at us.”

This time you threw your head back to laugh, Charles soon joining you as Pierre protested the accusation.

“No, no,” he shouted, “you didn’t even give me a chance to leave. Just started declaring your love before I knew what was happening. Which, by the way, was so obvious it was starting to get annoying. We’ve all tried dropping hints to both of you so I don’t know who got through to you, Y/N, but – ”

“Pierre!” You shouted, eyes wide and arm gesturing him away from the two of you.

“Ah, désolé, I’m leaving,” he grumbled, almost tripping over his own feet to get away as quickly as possible.

You giggled again and Charles gripped your chin softly, pulling your eyes away from Pierre and back to face him.

He leaned in gently, as if he was afraid you would back away and regret taking the leap to go from friends to something so much more.

He tasted like salt water, smelled like sweet fruit and sunscreen – you smiled into the kiss knowing that he had listened to you and put it on, even though you knew he hated the way it felt on his skin.

His fingers gripped your waist and yours trailed up his chest – both of you slightly sticky from the citrus juices and sweat from the sun.

You pulled away and nudged his nose with yours, breathing him in and wishing that this moment would never end. Charles lowered you both to the sun deck, adjusting until you were sitting between his legs and his arms were wrapped firmly around you, the two of you facing the sunset and open sea.

After a few moments, you broke the shared silence. “You know, I would have happily peeled an orange for you if you had ever asked me,” you asserted.

Charles’ hold on you softened at your admission, the thinly veiled meaning not at all lost on him as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 x reader #forzalando #f1 fanfic #f1 fic

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fettuccin-e · 7 months

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Patience Long Gone

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding obviously, praise, dry humping (yeah that's right nobody gets naked), Jackson!era, Joel talks dirty yeah I said it (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: Ayo first Joel fic and it's during Kinktober ofc. I have been reading too many Joel fics to not partake in the old man thirst okay. And also have you seen this gif??? I want to ride that man's thigh like its a rodeo okay!! (For the month I have been following this list by flightlessangelwings!)

He can’t fuck you like he wants to, not right now. And God, Joel wants to, so badly. But there’s no time. There’s never any fucking time.

He hadn’t minded the hustle and bustle of Jackson when he and Ellie first arrived. He’d been grateful for the distraction, for the feeling of being useful again. He’d been grateful for the patrols, the odd repairs around town that didn’t require any socializing, content in his solitude with Ellie safe and sound within the town’s walls.

And then he’d met you. Sweet, soft, you, that doesn’t take any of his bullshit, forces him out of his shell with your sharp wit and endless patience. You, who Tommy introduced to him as the town veterinarian, until you became so much more. You, who asked him to fix your doorframe so, so sweetly, and not five minutes into his work, dragged him into your home and into your bed.

He never truly left.

But there’s no time to treat you like he wants to, fuck you like both of you need. There’s always something else, a threat at the border, an emergency in the stables. He hasn’t seen you cum in weeks, and the thought makes him shudder. He has the most beautiful woman in this entire godforsaken world, and he can’t even find the time to make her feel so fucking good.

It’s one of those few moments where you both are home, exhausted but not nearly tired enough to sleep. You’d crawled into his lap like a damn cat, planting yourself on his thick thigh, all languid grace and allure that has his cock aching in his jeans.

You curl two fists into his shirt, pulling him to your lips, and fuck, this is nothing like the stolen kisses you share in the spare moments you find with each other. This is water in the desert. This is life, not just survival. You’re so fucking soft against him, you scent invading his nose.

“Missed you,” you breathe between kisses, “Missed you so much, Joel.”

He groans, curling his fingers into your hair. He licks softly at your bottom lip, begging wordlessly for you to open for him. You do, without hesitation, and moan in a way that has his head spinning as he licks into your mouth.

“God, sweetheart,” he grumbles as you break apart for breath. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Missed you too, sweet girl, been missin’ you so fuckin’ bad.”

He lets his hands explore you, roaming down your back, up under your shirt to feel that soft, soft skin. He paws over the curve of your ass, and he can’t help but smirk into your mouth as your hips buck forward.

“Needy,” he drawls, but he pushes on your ass again, making your hips buck forward along his thigh. Fuck, it’s good, the way you moan so pretty for him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he croons. You nod so hard he thinks your head may fly off, but you seem to think better of it far too soon for his liking, shaking your head, as if to dismiss the very thought of chasing your own pleasure.

“I’m supposed to help Maria- fuck,” you curse as he leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. “I’m supposed to help Maria with the horses, Joel.”

“She can wait,” he growls, and he pulls on your hips, dragging you up his thigh. You keen involuntarily, the seam of your jeans pressing so hard, so perfect into your clit. “Just want you to feel good, wanna make you feel good.”

His voice is dark, a rasp that has your pussy soaking through your panties. He’s so big, so broad, and his thigh is providing a kind of pressure against your cunt that you haven’t felt for so long. It’s too much of a temptation for you to ignore. You pull your hips back again in a slow, sure drag, before humping back forward. You tuck your face into the crook of Joel’s neck as you let out a high-pitched whine.

“Good fucking girl, sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs, “Don’t that feel nice?”

You nod frantically into his skin, hands fisting into his shirt so tight your knuckles go pale. You hump your hips forward, again and again and again, moaning as your clit throbs in your panties. Joel’s grip remains tight on your hips, helping you along, pressing you down harder. Your head swims, tears springing to your eyes.

“Need to cum,” you gasp, wriggling your hips in desperate little grinds. “Need to cum so fucking bad, Joel, fuck- I’m, I need it, ah-” You feel desperate, needy, unable to string together a sentence is you hump Joel’s thigh like an animal.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, grumbling and wonderful. “I’m gonna make you cum right now, okay sweetheart? And when you get home tonight, I’ll be here to do it again and again, right baby?” The thought has you aching, desperately humping into his jeans. You’re so close, you’re so fucking close.

“I’ll lay you down in our bed, sweet girl, and I’ll eat that pretty cunt out like you deserve, fuck, haven’t tasted you in so fucking long.” Joel pulls you along his thigh as he speaks, flexing the muscle underneath that makes the pressure so much more devastating. “And then I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, fuck you full of me, baby. I’ll keep stuffin’ you full, make you cum so much you soak the sheets through, and I’ll just keep goin’, right baby? God, I’ll make sure you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow,” he snarls his words, a violent, primal promise that has your body quaking in his hold as you cum against his thigh.

You sob with the force of your orgasm, curling into Joel’s solid body as he holds you through it, cooing into your ear how good you are, how gorgeous you look. It’s like you can’t suck enough air into your lungs, trying to get ahold of yourself again. Joel never lets you go, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally regain control of your breath, your body, you can only tilt your head to his lips to kiss him softly, gently.

“You didn’t get to cum,” you whine, and Joel chuckles at how forlorn you sound. His beautiful, perfect girl, so caring, so doting.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “When you get home tonight, I have plans for both of us that’ll have us wrung fuckin’ dry by mornin’.”

#you know what they say #save a horse etc etc #love you joel love you love you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #tlou smut

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motherjoel · 1 year

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arms tonite (joel miller/reader)

summary: basically its YOU who gets stabbed by the baseball bat. joel isnt good with feelings. david does not exist david cant hurt anybody. a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. also LOOSELY based on arms tonite by mother mother

a/n: yawlllllll it has been a MINUTE but i am back for some tlou cause i just really wanted to write for these characters i love so very much. i apologize if the timing of their travel is fucked, i truly have no concept of geography so we can ignore that.

wc: 3.5k

warnings: just general tlou gore, nothin too bad

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. But as you lay here, Joel's hands soaked in your blood as he attempted to stop it from pulsating out of your abdomen, you knew it was love that you were feeling. It was supposed to be simple. After your brief stay in Jackson, the two of you were supposed to take Ellie to the fireflies. Yet, nothing seemed to be simple these days, especially not around this girl.

In the amount of time the three of you had spent together, you developed an unbreakable bond. Ellie became a sort of surrogate sister to you- you’d lost your family when you were just a kid during the outbreak and you never had the chance to become a big sister. At least not for long. And then there was Joel. You weren’t quite sure what he meant to you yet, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t die for him. For both of them, really- a life without them wasn’t worth living. Of course, you never planned on telling them that.

The day started fairly nice- with Joel allowing Ellie to make her own decision about who would be taking her to the fireflies. Sure, you and Ellie would be fine with Tommy, but Joel had failed to consider the bond the three of you shared when making this decision. He was thinking of only himself and his fear- this is what you had told him last night after his fight with Ellie.

“What the hell was that?” you asked him after he stormed out of Ellie’s temporary room.

“It was nothin’. Doesn’t concern you,” he replied, brushing past you as he made his way to the couch where he decided to set up camp for the night.

“Um, it sure as hell does concern me, Joel. Are you seriously going to abandon us? After everything we’ve been through, after how much that girl trusts you, Joel!” you raised your voice a bit, trying to keep yourself from alerting Ellie upstairs. Those words stung him a bit. He didn’t see it as abandonment- he saw it as protection. After everything you went through together, he never once put himself first.

“She doesn’t know a thing about what this means,” Joel turned to you. “She- she’s just a kid, she-” he stopped himself, trying to gather himself. “I can’t bring her. I’m not capable, I’m slowin’ down and I just can’t. Do. It,” he exhaled, dropping himself onto the couch.

“Wow,” you replied, softly sitting next to him. “You’re really underestimating yourself,” you sighed, Joel, lifting his face to look at you. “I mean, not only yourself but me, Joel. In case you’d forgotten, I’ve gotten myself through some tough shit. And Ellie? Man, she's the toughest kid I’ve ever met. Hell, she's one of the toughest people I’ve ever met,” you said, observing Joel’s worn face. “I mean… don't you think she at least deserves a choice?” you asked, hoping to convince Joel to come to his senses and realize who he was.

“I’ll take the couch. Bedrooms down the hall,” he grumbled before turning his back to you and lying down. There was nothing left you could say at this point, so you decided to spare yourself and make your way to the bedroom. The bed was pretty big. It could’ve fit two people.

The moment you saw Joel in the stables the next morning, you could feel your heart soar. Before he said a word, you knew he had made the right decision. The three of you squeezed onto the horse, Ellie sandwiched in the middle, and you were off. You and Joel sat in peaceful silence for a while, occasionally responding to Ellie’s rambling to show you were listening. Before you knew it, you were arriving at the so-called firefly base.

“What the fu-” you started.

“Holy shit! Are those monkeys?” Ellie exclaimed, pointing at the crowd of animals before you.

“Must be from the old labs,” Joel muttered, a hint of interest in his voice

“Look at them go!” you giggled.

“First time seein’ a monkey?” Joel asked the two of you.

“First time seein' a monkey,” you replied in unison, both awestruck. A smile crept onto Joel's face at this- the togetherness he felt in rare moments like this is what kept him going.

You soon came across the fireflies symbol painted on a couple of signs, but no guards appeared nearby. You all dismounted the horse before making your way inside, guns drawn. You in the back, Joel in the front, and Ellie sandwiched between yet again. The building you came across was abandoned from the looks of it, with papers scattered about.

“They just left,” Joel said, coming across a packing list among the scattered supplies. You suddenly heard a clang from another room, drawing your attention.

“Maybe not all of them,” you replied as the three of you carefully moved towards the sound. Your heart picked up its pace- whatever was in that room couldn’t be a firefly. Maybe a raider, you thought, which didn’t help your anxieties. Joel put a finger to his lips before opening the door, signaling for your silence. Relief rushed through you as you saw the source of the noise was just a few stray monkeys. It was only moments later that you heard voices- voices that certainly didn’t come from an animal. Peering out the window, the three of you saw a group of men, presumably raiders.

“Shit,” you murmured, instinctively grabbing Ellie’s arm.

“Out the back,” said Joel, leading the way for the three of you to make your escape. You ducked behind some sandbags for a moment before making your break to the horse. As Joel untied the horse, you heard footsteps quickly making their way over to you.

“Joel!” Ellie screamed as the man swung his bat at his head, hitting it on a tree and breaking it in two. While Joel dodged his attack you jumped on the man and banged him into the tree behind him before he knocked you back on your ass, banging your head on the ground. You’ve had your fair share of concussions, and you knew that's exactly what just happened to you. Joel quickly recovered from the first attack before grabbing the man, a wave of anger in his eyes as you’ve never seen before. His arm tightened around the man's throat, unrelenting in its strength. Struggle as he may, it wasn’t long before his neck was snapped. You remain on the ground, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you look at Ellie, shakily holding her gun. Her eyes darken as they shift down to your stomach. Your eyes follow hers and you finally see what she’s looking at. When the man hit the bat into the tree, it must've snapped in half. One half was on the ground a few feet away from you, while, unfortunately, the other half was buried in your stomach.

“Shit,” Ellie said, lowering her gun and walking over to you. Your hand reached down, adrenaline still pumping through your body, and you instinctively pulled the wooden piece out of your abdomen. You barely even felt it. Joel was silent the entire time, and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking. You threw it aside before noticing three more men coming your way. As fast as possible, Joel hiked himself up onto the horse and grabbed you while Ellie pushed from the ground before pulling herself up, you now sitting between the two. Joel didn’t let himself focus on the anxiety in his chest that blurred his vision- he needed to get you both to safety.

“Fuck,” you sighed, adrenaline wearing off a bit and pain seeping in.

“Go!” Ellie yelled to Joel as you began to move. She grabbed her gun and shot backward at the men- she didn’t have the best aim, but it certainly deterred them from advancing anymore. Ellie kept peering over her shoulder, on high alert. If you weren’t putting all of your focus on staying conscious, you’d have noticed her slight tremble. You would have noticed Joel's body tense when your breathing slowed, his occasional glance over his shoulder. His erratic heartbeat as he tried to keep you talking.

“We’re gonna get back to Jackson and we’re gonna get some help,” Joel said over his shoulder. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice- he was excellent at hiding how he truly feels.

“No,” you uttered, using all of your strength.

“Sorry, no?” Joel questioned.

“Get her to the fireflies,” you whispered before your vision began to blur. Your lifeless body crumpled off the horse, Ellie attempted to hold on but it all happened too fast. The cold snow was stained red, the warm blood leaving your body melting the snow directly beneath you. Joel and Ellie quickly hopped down, one on each side of you.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Ellie panicked, hands shakily reaching towards your abdomen.

“Ellie,” Joel said, voice laced with panic. He motioned for her to grab his pack while he placed his hands onto the wound, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers. He had never felt so helpless in his life- at least, not since Sarah. That same shuddered breathing coming from a person he loves- he couldn’t bear it.

“Joel, what the fuck do we do,” she asked. Joel continued to silently work on packing your wound with an extra flannel he had in his bag.

“It’s ok,” you croaked. They immediately turned to you on the ground, almost stopping in their tracks. “Just help me to that house,” you said, motioning towards a house about 50 yards away. You were struggling to breathe under the pressure of Joel’s hands on your wound- it almost seemed useless, you were still losing blood like crazy. Joel tied the flannel around your waist to try to keep the blood from seeping out. Once he decided you were situated, he picked you up bridal style and led you to the house. When you arrived, they gently placed you at the entrance, Ellie staying with you while Joel made sure the house was clear. He returned to help you inside, lying you on an old mattress. You let out a small laugh as you got situated.

“What?” Joel asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. How could you be laughing right now?

“Don’tcha think it's kinda cute?” you asked as he fussed with your bandages.

“What’s that?” he asked gruffly, not exactly in the mood for your attitude.

“Oh, just that I might be dying in your arms tonight. I dunno, feels like a movie,” you said, your pale lips curling into a smile. He gave you a look, pausing briefly to peer into your eyes. You wordlessly pleaded with him to lighten the mood a bit, for Ellie’s sake. He didn't say a word.

“Joel, what the fuck do we do?” Ellie repeated herself in her panic.

“It’s ok. You guys go. Now,” you said. Joel's eyebrows furrowed at this. “You leave, go north. Go to Tommy.”

“Um, the fuck?” Ellie asked. “I don’t know what you think this is but we're not leaving,” Ellie said, frustration creeping into her voice. She looked hurt by this, and it broke your heart. Were you doing the same thing Joel had done just last night?

“The kids right,” Joel said as you turned to look at him. “You’re either comin' with us or we're all campin’ here for the night. No in-between” Joel finished. You pleaded to him with your eyes again, begging him to just give up on you. The two of them would be fine, you knew it. But you didn’t know the emotional toll it would have taken on the stubborn man in front of you. He was stubborn, but so were you. Only you didn’t get a chance to prove just how stubborn you could be before you couldn’t fight the darkness that crept into your vision.

You woke with a start the next morning. You often woke in a panic these days, but the feeling was only further cemented when you realized you didn’t quite recognize your surroundings. The only thing you could recognize was Joel’s eyes on you, which brought you some semblance of comfort. When he noticed you awake, he rushed to your side. As much as you could imagine Joel to “rush.”

“Hey, you uh, awake. You’re awake,” he said softly, trying not to wake Ellie asleep in the corner of the same dilapidated room you’d been in for a while now.

“It would appear so,” you replied, attempting to sit up a bit.

“Hey, hey, relax,” he put his hand on your shoulder, urging you to lay back down. “Your infections bad. We managed to trade for some penicillin but it's not gonna be enough. We gotta figure out how to get you back to Jackson,” Joel said, lightly lifting your shirt to look at the wound.

You cursed the heat rising to your face as Joel's fingers brushed your bare skin. You’d never been intimate like this before, though this was barely intimacy. He hadn’t ever touched your skin like this- with such delicacy. You were fragile to him at this moment, and you needed to be handled with care. You hated being a burden, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice to be taken care of for once.

You were too busy focusing on your own reaction to this gesture to notice Joels. His hands shook as he cared for your wound, wincing as he saw that it really wasn’t getting any better. He didn’t know what this meant- he wasn’t a doctor by any means, but he knew this wasn’t good.

You were in and out of sleep throughout the next day or two, letting the dull, throbbing pain lull you into sleep. It hurt to watch Joel and Ellie worry about you, especially because there was nothing you could do to help. Your days felt numbered- the amount of penicillin was scarce and you weren’t feeling any better. You barely had the strength to keep your eyes open, much less speak.

“Joel,” you managed to croak- you couldn’t even spare the energy to seethe at the pain pulsating throughout your body.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he replied, kneeling next to you. He only called you sweetheart when he needed something- what did he need from you now? To live? “Whatcha need?”

“You’re special, you know that?” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“And why is that?” he asked, wiping the tear.

“You really know how to make a girl fall in love,” you smiled- this isn’t something you ever planned on telling him, but as you lie there, vision blurring around the edges as the darkness caved in on you, there was nothing else you wanted to say.

Joel felt panic consume him when your eyes closed.

“Hey, hey darlin’, wake up for me, okay?” he pleaded. Ellie stalked over, panic heating her chest. “Ellie, grab her legs,” Joel said. It was like he was kicked into a new gear- he was going to do whatever it took to keep you with him.

You didn’t know where you were. The walls were unfamiliar and white- stark and sterile. The first thing you noticed was the couch in the corner of the room, occupied by your two favorite people. Joel sat upright, arms crossed and eyes closed. His brows were furrowed like he was having some sort of nightmare. Ellie’s expression mirrored his, as she lay on her side with her head resting on his leg, arms curled into her chest. Your heart warmed at the sight- he was becoming a father figure to her, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. You tried to sit up, failing immediately as pain shot through your body. You winced, perhaps a little too loud, as Joel’s eyes shot open. Ellie remained in a deep sleep on his lap.

“You’re up,” he acknowledged, almost like it was too good to be true. He carefully shifted his body so he could move Ellie from his lap and onto the couch before he stood to walk towards you. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep, be best not to wake her,” he said, leaning down to brush a hair from her face. Seeing him be this gentle with her melted your heart.

“How, um, how long was I out?” you asked, lifting the sheets to see your wound. It was covered and clean, but you knew it was there from the way it throbbed.

“About a week. Scared the shit out of… the kid,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. He bit back what he truly wanted to say- you scared the shit out of him. But he wasn’t going to admit that you had that much of an impact on him. The second he lets others affect his life is the second he gets weak. There wasn’t a place for vulnerability in this world. “It was, a, uh, miracle that you lived.”

“Oh yeah?” your eyebrows raised. “Shit. I’m sorry for worrying… her,” you glanced at Ellie again as she snuggled into the couch. “How did I, um how did you guys get me here?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse from lack of use, but you tried to remain strong.

“We, uh, we gotcha back on the horse. Ellie led the way, I made sure you were safe, I mean, I just made sure you didn’t fall,” he replied, looking at his feet. “Took us awhile to get back, I… I didn't think you were gonna make it,” he replied, coughing to cover up the break in his voice. He was still in disbelief that you even woke up.

“Well, it looks like you’re stuck with me,” you laughed weakly. Then it was silent for a few moments, the two of you stewing in your thoughts. “You know, I think if it had been anybody else with me, I would’ve just died,” you remarked. Joel shook his head.

“Well, that’s not true. You’re strong” he said quietly.

“Well, yeah, sure I’m strong. But I can choose not to be. I honestly would’ve been fine to die if it was in your arms. But I couldn’t do that to you. Not… not again,” you paused, gathering your thoughts. “It’s just… you’re it for me, Joel. You and Ellie- you guys are it. And if I can’t have you guys, well, let's just say I wouldn’t mind staying asleep,” you confessed, avoiding eye contact.

“Ahem…” you heard Ellie clear her throat from her position on the couch. “Sorry, I have a habit of snooping, but holy shit you’re awake!” she squealed, bouncing over to you and plopping herself onto you in a hug. She knocked the wind out of you, and you may have cared if you weren’t so happy to see her.

“Hey, hey, easy on her now,” Joel said, pulling Ellie back from you a bit. He was still quiet, processing what you had just said to him.

“Ahhh, my sweet Ellie girl, how I missed you so,” you smiled, pinching her cheeks.

“Bullshit, you were definitely just dreaming about Joel the whole time. Must’ve been nice, sleeping that long,” she laughed. You ignore the first part of her sentence.

“Yeah, I guess I’m pretty well rested,” you smiled, ruffling her hair and pulling her into another hug.

“I’m gonna go get someone, a nurse,” Ellie excused herself from the room, leaving you with Joel yet again.

“I’m sorry if that was too mu-” you started before Joel cut you off.

“No, no, don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he said softly. It wasn’t a whisper- it was just soft. He’d been so soft with you. “I… I can’t say I don’t feel the same,” he looked down at his shoes.

“Oh, uh, you do?” you blushed. You felt so childish, like you were admitting you had a crush on him, but it was more than that. It was a partnership, a dependency- a loyalty to one another that didn’t need a label. Only, you couldn’t hide the way you felt anymore.

“Gosh, I can’t even tell you how it felt to see you like that. It should’ve been me, you know,” he said, disappointment evident on his features.

“Um, no, it shouldn’t have. Besides, how would we have gotten your big ass back to Jackson?” you giggled, grabbing his hand. His expression changed then as he looked down at your intertwined hands. “Joel, what does this mean?” you asked.

He chose not to respond with words- they were never his strong suit. Without a word, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. It was soft and it was sweet and it was like nothing you had ever experienced before- not from someone you loved. You reciprocated, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer.

“Yeah, they’re just in here-woahhhhhhh!” Ellie yelled, giggling and running out of the room. Joel quickly pulled back and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“That little shit,” he sighed.

“Well, she was gonna have to find out somehow,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles.

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verstappen-cult · 4 months

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ouuu, imagine getting a new pet with the f1 grid! like, whether it be just recently moving in together and wanting a new addition or whether it be just a small present, your choice ofc! 💖

GETTING A NEW PET WITH THE BOYS | F1 GRID

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

one day you came home only to find lando laying on the floor with a tiny cat sitting on his chest, talking so soft as if he was speaking to a child, hands caressing behind his little ears. “hey, i got you a present!” he was lot more excited than you, and you were the one that actually wanted to adopt a cat. you named her with a little bit of help from lando, and soon became a crucial part in both your lives. every time lando is away, which is most of the time, he’s always asking for pics of his two girls. you’re pretty sure he loves the cat more than he loves you. and vice–versa.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

it was always a plan. even when you had been dating for just a couple of weeks, you two always wanted to have a dog together. and that’s why the moment you move in together, you go to one of the shelters in the city to adopt one. it’s hard. there are so many dogs waiting for someone to take them home that it is impossible for you to not cry. eventually you take home a little one that kept following charles everywhere he went, and the moment the dog starts running and sniffing everything, making you both laugh, you know he’s the perfect addition to your life.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

oscar knows you grew up with a lot of dogs and cats, and that you miss them every day. he also knows you are pretty happy living with him and traveling when you can, but living away from family is hard. it’s no secret that you are the most important person in his life and he will always want you to be happy; that is why one day you wake up with a slight pressure on your chest and two big brown eyes looking at you. you’re very sure everyone in the building heard your scream when you realized it was a rabbit. oscar had the biggest smile on his face, and felt like a very proud boyfriend, as he saw you play with him.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

you and max weren’t looking to adopt a new cat, you really were more than happy and done with jimmy and sassy. but then one day you’re walking back to your hotel after lunch and next thing you know, you are inside a pet shop. you were just thinking about getting the cats new toys and maybe a cat tree when you saw her sitting at the counter, looking so soft and tiny. when max went to pay, the owner told you she was a stray cat and the rest was history. there was a lot of paperwork to be able to get her out of the city and back to your home, but it was all worth it.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

you’re always looking to adopt new pets. or members of the family as alex likes to call them. you know who you’re dating, so it’s all part of the relationship. not that it bothers you; you’re really happy with the zoo you have at home. the newest addition is a little more big than the rest of the pets, and it doesn’t surprise you, nothing does with alex anymore. and you always wanted a horse growing up, it’s a win for everyone. every time alex has free time you’re traveling to visit alex’s parents where the horse lives and it’s hard when you have to say goodbye but you know alex is already looking to adopt a new cat, or a dog, or another horse, and that makes it a little easier.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

daniel just comes home holding a guinea pig one day and you don’t even question him. he said he found it near the park where he went to run and couldn’t leave it there. just like that you got a new pet. neither of you had a guinea pig before so you don’t really know how to take care of him. or her? so the next morning you take the little one to the vet and then to a pet shop where you buy everything you’re going to need. and some other things that aren’t necessary but daniel saw and fell in love. if you had to drag him out of there before he brought a fish, well, that’s no one’s business.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

you were cuddling on the couch, mick with the most awful cold ever known to men when you got a call from her mom, and before she even got to say hi your boyfriend was already asking for the family dog. it was so cute seeing him say how much he missed him and how he wished he could be there to cuddle and feel better (rude!); that was the exact moment you knew what to do. it was a little hard trying to find a shelter, and then complete the form and interview they asked for, but in just a couple of days you were standing in front of a blanket-covered and almost crying mick cuddling with his new dog.

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 grid x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc fluff #alex albon x reader #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris fluff #f1 imagine #mick schumacher x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo blurb #max verstappen fluff

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savannahsdeath · 6 months

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hii i love ur work!! id love to read about chess player!ellie x chess player!reader hate fucking the shit out of each other after one of them wins the tournament 🤭🤭

"You're not as boring as I thought...

...you are not as bright, either."

warnings: 18+!! edging, brat!reader, slight mean!ellie, dom!ellie, sub!reader, yeah js.. smut

writers note: i never told u guys before but pspsp.. i play chess !! so surprising right🤭🤭 and yes i used dominiques quote because . and . also ...,.

"what the fuck was that, huh?" she asked with a serious, cold tone. and maybe you'd even bother to answer, if she wasn't about nine inches deep in you. you rolled your eyes with a quiet whimper. "what? gonna throw a tantrum? i'm the one who should be mad. shit— i am fuckin' mad."

"see, el— maybe..." you hiccuped, managing to fully open your half-lidded eyes for a second. "maybe i'm just... better."

"better?" her eyes widened in shock, because even though she knew how much of a brat you can be she wasn't expecting that.

at some point, you were right. on the other hand, you didn't have to rub it in her face like that.

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you could tell she had studied the art of offensive chess for quite some time. she would frequently sacrifice her pieces to gain control of the center of the board, relying on her opponent's hesitations to gain a positional advantage. however, her tactics had limitations.

as you continued to play defensively, her attacks became more predictable, and you were able to counter them. while you wondered how she had reached this level, you had to admit that her strategy would work perfectly against a not patient or uncertain opponent. time didn't matter to you, not as much as to your rival, so you easily took advantage of it.

she looked either bored or amused most of the time, keeping the atmosphere more relaxed than it should be. "...so those girls like chess players, y'know? they're just so easy-"

"focus." you cut her off in an indifferent tone. the fact that she wasn't paying much attention to your moves, busy with talking, was good, but her rambling also distracted you. you clicked the little button on the clock, signaling it's ellie's turn. "i get it, people like smart girls." you mumbled, leaning back in your chair. "are you one of them, though?" you continued in a doubting voice, unintentionally insulting her.

her usual smirk didn't leave her face but you could see her bite the inside of her cheek in slight annoyance or even frustration. "i'm gonna show you." she nodded, as if to reassure herself with a silent 'yeah, just you wait!' which you couldn't help but laugh at. well, maybe not laugh, but chuckle under your breath. your comment must really bother her, to the point you ruined her offensive tactic.

"you're not as boring as i thought..." you scanned the board through your firm gaze, searching for any potential threats. you straightened up, propping your elbows on the small table and laying your head on your hands, impatiently tapping your cheeks. as soon as she clicked the little knob you already knew what'll your move be, so you quickly extended your hand. "you're not as bright, either." you picked up your knight, tauntingly pattering it through the squares, mimicking a real horse. finishing the L-shaped distance seemed to take you ages, though it was really less than four seconds. you let go of it, making a muffled knocking sound as it hit the wooden board. "checkmate." you whispered, folding your hands and tilting your head.

you took a moment to take in her reaction, which, much to your disappointment, wasn't an interesting scene. in fact, her smirk only widened as she looked at the clock and saw what led to this - her reckless haste. she hummed and shook your hand, what showed that she agreed with the score.

"how could i not notice that?" she smiled, letting you know it doesn't matter to her. you started to wonder about her strange behaviour, which seemed weird compared to the known, easy to piss off ellie williams. and just then, you understood everything's how it should be. her grip on your hand painfully tightened, as if to prove that your suspicion is correct.

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you felt her strap slid out of you, leaving your cunt hopelessly clenching around nothing. you raised your head, letting out a needy whimper and hoping to see what was she's up to. "els—"

"shut up." she murmured as she parted your thighs, revealing herself between them. she leaned down to have your slit at her eye level, with a quiet growl. "you're such a—" her tongue ran up and down your lips, collecting most of the slick you have accumulated. she looked up at you with a proud smirk. "fuckin' slut."

your fingers uncontrollably tangled with her hair, tugging on it while your free hand gripped the bed sheets. your cunt was still sensitive after being filled with her strap, so her soothing tongue felt comfortingly painful. she lightly sucked on your clit, forcing a desperate moan out of you.

"so you're the smart one? is that right?" she asked, her voice interrupted by either your little gasps or her breaks to plant another kiss on your core. "why don't you say something smart then?" her mocking tone echoed in your head as you tried to form a sentence. before you could, she stuck her tongue in your throbbing hole, making your thighs snap shut. she quickly helped them regain to their previous position, not pulling her hands away for longer than needed as if she wanted to make sure her fingers will leave a reminder, in form of at least reddening your sensitive skin or, most likely, giving you some bruises.

you felt your climax approaching so soon it felt embarrassing, truly embarrassing. you started babbling nonsense as your cunt clenched around her tongue, which continued to fuck in and out of you.

the amazing feeling suddenly left, replaced by her thumb roughly circling your clit. you watched as she sat up and smiled down at you, licking her lips in a temptingly slow way. the brat living inside of you was the first one to speak up, huffing out her name in an obviously annoyed gesture.

"c'mon." she cooed in a mockingly sweet voice, making sure her thumb is doing a good job. good job at torturing, ruining and making you even more desperate, if that's even possible. "what would a smart girl say in your situation?" she clicked her tongue, making you feel all the control you had slid out between your fingers and sink into the bed sheets. no matter how much you didn't want to admit it, someone finally managed to make you feel hopeless.

"but, ellie, look—" you whined, trying to take as much satisfaction from the touch she was giving you, but it only seemed like a pathetic version of what you could have. you could have way more. you needed way more.

"i don't want to hear any buts." she stopped her thumb, hardly pressing it against your clit, staring at you with stern and serious eyes which you weren't used to see from her. "we both know what a smart girl should say, yeah? aren't you one? are you admitting you're just a slut?" she sighed as if she was disappointed in you.

you shook your head, closing your eyes from the mix of all possible emotions; from embarrassment to proudness. "please, need— need you and... oh, please, ellie..." you broke, begging for more in the most miserable way imaginable.

she bitterly laughed, murmuring an amused "god, you're really a slut" under her breath. her thumb left your clit and both of her hands found their place on your thighs, making you hiss at the touch of your earlier irritated skin. you whined, the sound of your rambling slowly drifting away and getting replaced by just as beautiful moans. you heard her voice but you didn't really understand what she said, nor paid any attention to it, as your mind went blank. your hips kept waving up and down, trying to add to the feeling. your miserable attempts earned either a chuckle or scoff from ellie, but she didn't even try to stop you, enjoying this as much as you.

hooking up with bimbo's might be easy, but making a mess out of a girl smarter than her was way more satisfying.

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twola · 1 year

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Two words: messy blowjob.

Teehee, let’s go.

Also, s/o to @revolversandlace, who mentioned writing a possible 1k+ scene literally describing a blowjob, so obviously, I had to give it a try myself. 😉

Convalescence

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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Feelings are realized as you nurse Arthur back to health after his run-in with the O’Driscolls. Actions, however, are a bit limited during his convalescence.

Everything hurts. From the searing pain in his shoulder to the overall ache of his muscles, this definitely ranks as one of the most painful experiences of his life.

Regards sent to Colm O’Driscoll, of course.

He opens his eyes and a shadowed figure slowly comes into focus, a small, feminine frame seated on a stool next to his cot.

It’s you, but your normally tressed hair hangs limply in a ponytail, your eyes bloodshot and puffy, and it was obvious that you’ve been crying as his vision clears up.

“Wh- why are you cryin’ there, sweetheart?” He hoarsely whispers, voice rough from disuse.

You rub at your eyes, but it is mostly in vain as you can’t stem the flow of tears tracking down your cheeks. “When y-you fell off your horse when you came back, I-I thought you were d-dyin’.”

Your voice cracks on the last word.

Arthur frowns, “Sweet girl, I ain’t worth them tears. Save ‘em for a good man.”

“You - you’re such a fool,” You grit out, teeth clenching, “You - you are a good man. The best of them, Arthur Morgan.”

“C’mon now, darlin’. Stop your lyin’.”

“I’m not lying.” You move to sit on the side of the cot, hovering over him, “Why can’t you see what a good man you are? Why are you so blind to it?”

He remains silent. Silly girl. You haven’t seen what he can do - what he does - to other men. The blood on his hands. You’d be far less likely to be praising him, far less likely to be…

…leaning in closer to him.

A pang sears through Arthur’s chest, sharp as a whip, when he realizes you aren’t pulling away from him.

“You’re by far the best man I’ve ever known.”

“Reckon you haven’t known many men then, little miss.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, and in that moment, you lean completely over him and press your lips against his, a move he’s not completely surprised by.

His good arm, unburdened with the wound on his shoulder, winds around your shoulders as you press against his chest gently, still hovering so as not to put too much weight on him.

Arthur allows it all, from the first timid press of your lips on his to the far less timid pressing of your tongue, demanding entry into his mouth. He groans in response as he lets you in, and a mewl works its way up your throat.

It's only then, with you hovering inches above his chest, lips, and tongue working against his own, that he realizes that this is quickly turning into a predicament. Of course, it is, considering the view he’s gotten down the front of your blouse.

Someone, god, hopefully not you, stripped him of his bloody union suit, which probably did need to be burned, but failed to re-dress him. He was nude as the day he was born underneath the blankets, and it became increasingly clear as he felt his blood rushing toward his groin.

Of all the times to act like a damn teenage boy-

He cannot help the groan that wells up in him as you shift, the curve of your waist at the flare of your hip pressing against his own - pressing against his hardening member.

He internally curses when you slowly pull away.

But your eyes are lust-blown, a red blush settling on your cheeks.

“Darl-”

“Let me take care of you.” You say, slowly sitting up and reaching for the edge of the blanket with your small, thin fingers.

He wants to tell you to stop, that you don’t have to do this, that you don’t have to do anything, that he’s been smitten with you since you rode in half-starved and doe-eyed on the back of Davey’s horse all those months ago.

But silent he remains as you slowly draw the blanket down his body. Your nose crinkles as your lips turn downwards as inch by inch of his chest is revealed to you - bruises and lash marks and signs of the torture he received at Colm’s hand.

“Oh, Arthur.” You sigh sadly, eyes watering over again.

“ ‘m gonna be fine, sweetheart. Just a little uglier than usual.” He tries to lighten the mood with self-depreciation, but the deepening of your frown tells him that’s not working. You blink the tears collecting away and continue to pull the blanket downward, revealing his navel and the trail of dark, wiry hair leading downwards.

He sucks in a breath as the collecting fabric brushes against his ramrod-hard cock.

Finally, finally, your hand slowly pulls the blanket over his hips, first over the curls at the bottom of his pelvis, to expose his cock, leaking from the tip and laying heavily over his thigh.

You look back at him, and he’s wide-eyed, biting his lower lip, looking down at you hovering over his hips. You can see his chest expanding with his breathing, speeding up as he stares at you.

You lean down and Arthur’s good arm swings over his head to block his vision, because if he sees this, he’s sure to make embarrassing noises loud enough for the whole damn camp to hear.

He feels your small hand wrap around his cock, and he bites his lip not to make a sound as you gently pull it upright.

But he is not able to stifle the noise he makes when his cock is enveloped in something wet and warm - his arm flies upward and he cranes his head to watch you take him into your mouth. An embarrassingly needy whine escapes his mouth, but that’s better than the shout he wants to let out as you suck gently at the head, your tongue pressing against the weeping slit of his cock.

“Jesus Christ.”

You let go of the head of his cock with a pop, and he bucks up slightly, as if to follow your warmth as you look up at him.

“You alright? Need me to stop?” You ask, one hand still wrapped around his length.

“Oh, darlin’, please, please don’t ask me that.” His forearm slides across his eyes again as his other hand.

“So you want me to keep goin’?”

“Jesus fuck, of course.” He replies incredulously, flabbergasted that you could doubt this felt amazing.

You smile for a moment before turning back to his length, enveloping him once again in the velvet warmth of your mouth. His head hits the pillow as he loudly sucks in a breath.

You slowly, deliberately, work your way down his length, bobbing up and down, sucking on his skin gently as you take more and more of him into your mouth.

It feels like years you’re doing this, inch by inch of velvety skin warmed by your wet cavern.

Finally, you gag slightly as your nose touches the chestnut curls at the base of his cock, saliva dripping down from your lips and slowly running down toward his heavy, full testicles, and he has to actively clench the sides of the cot to stop himself from bucking upward.

“Oh, oh god, woman.” He mutters as you slide back up, fingers once again grasping the base of his length as you suck in a breath, looking up at him with a hint of a smile, your lips and chin shimmering with your spittle. His cock shines against the oil lamp’s yellowed light, absolutely dripping wet from your mouth.

You lean back down again, but instead of taking his length into your mouth, you run your tongue down its side, all the way down where you nuzzle against the globes at the base of his cock, gently sucking one into your mouth. He whines, whines, this gunslinger, this outlaw, this hardened mountain of muscle beneath you. All being torn apart as you suckle on him.

After several moments, you pull back, and he’s panting, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat developing over his clavicles, and the bandages wrapped tightly across his pectorals and shoulder.

Your thumb presses gently on the underside of his cock, and he closes his eyes and lets out a low, long moan. You smile, rubbing at his hip affectionately.

“Christ alive, woman, you’re killin’ me.”

“Ain’t done yet, Arthur.”

And with that, you resume, leaning down and retaking him, sucking harder than you have before, leaving him squirming beneath you.

You suck, and bob, you squeeze his balls and rub at his thighs. Lord almighty, he must have died at Colm’s hand - this had to be heaven.

The burning in his gut reaches a fever pitch, and he knows he’s not long to last.

He tries to sit up, but can’t with his shoulder bound, and finds that he just has to make enough noise to tell you to get off of him.

“Darl- darlin’, I’m gonna come- you- you need to move-”

His sentence goes unfinished as you look up at him, mouth full of his cock, and slowly, deliberately, slide all the way down, saliva dribbling out of your mouth again as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.

Arthur’s eyes go as wide as saucers, and he audibly swallows before his head hits the pillow once again. You slide up and down, sucking, tongue working around his length, the gentle suction of your mouth causing him to whimper.

He grunts, hands clenched around the wooden sides of the cot, hips moving despite his attempts not to. He is completely at your mercy - each lick and suck of his cock sends him further down that road of unabashed pleasure.

“Sweet- oh god, oh - fuck - I’m -” Arthur cannot finish his sentence before he trails off into a groan, his hips bucking up as you press down, and he shoots his spend down your throat, you pull back, gagging slightly, and as you sit up, Arthur can barely believe his eyes as he watches a dribble of his white, milky spend drip from the corner of your mouth. Christ, it makes him want to come again.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, clearing your throat, and pull the blanket up to Arthur’s chest once again, where he just looks at you, stupefied.

You cock an eyebrow at him as you slide up the side of the cot, sitting next to his chest. “You alright? That wasn-” You frown, “God, I hope that wasn’t bad.”

Arthur’s good hand grabs the collar of your shirt and yanks you down, where he presses his mouth to yours desperately, not caring at all that he can taste the bitter tang of himself on your tongue. You draw away after a moment, and Arthur tucks a strand of your hair that escaped its braid behind your ear.

“Woman, you’re the only one takin’ care of me from now on.”

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multific · 7 months

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Adore You

Astarion x Reader

Summary: Your daughter has a specific toy she loves the most.

Tessele loved playing around the house.

She had a love for animals.

Those poor chickens and squirrels that stumbled into your garden, unsuspecting.

She loved chasing them around but more than anything, she loved horses.

You blamed your husband for her love.

When she was just a little baby, Astarion decided one day to carve a toy for her. He thought long and hard as to what animal to choose.

He ended up with a simple horse and Tessele fell in love with the wooden toy the second she got it.

She adored the gift so much, she always had it in her hands, she even lost it a couple times, leaving you and your beloved to search for it.

It was honestly so heartwarming to see just how much Astarion adored Tessele.

You remember the moment you told him about your pregnancy, he barely wanted to believe you.

“Are you joking? It’s a rather cruel joke, My Love.” he said.

“I’m not! It’s the truth! I got confirmation today. I am with child!”

But the disbelief never left his face.

Only once your belly began to show did he really believe you.

“You weren’t playing jokes on me.” he said as he watched you caress your stomach, a small baby bump showing as you smiled at him with pure love.

He placed his palm against your belly and let out a small laugh.

“I’m going to be a father.”

You often feared he wouldn’t want to be a father. That he would reject the idea of a child with you, but as his gentle fingers massaged your back to ease your discomfort or the way he would so gently kiss the exact place on your skin where your child kicked, his actions proved you wrong.

And you were glad he did.

You thought nothing could top the happiness in his eyes during your pregnancy, but then you were proven wrong.

The moment she was born, Tessele became the center of your world.

The beautiful little girl looked much like her father, but had your eyes.

You often caught Astarion standing in her room, watching her sleep at any time of the day.

He just stood there, careful not to wake her as he looked at her with nothing but adoration.

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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whenever you have time, i NEED you to write something based on that ask you got about vhagar being super attached to aemond's girl 🥺

These requests are from November, so yes I am still working on the messages I have received! Thank you for them :)

I would love to expound more upon Vhagar bonding with the reader (you) especially after you and Aemond get married. The idea of dragons being intelligent enough to feel/recognize the bonds their riders have with other people is something I'd love to be canonized.

When Aemond could not find you within the walls of the Red Keep or honing your body in the training courtyard, he knew by now you were well outside the confines of King’s Landing, spending quality time with your newest best friend.

“I thought I would find you out here.”

You looked up with a smile at Aemond’s familiar velvet voice. Your back was pressed against the iron dragonskin of Vhagar’s neck, a book of Targaryen history propped open upon your knees as you had been regaling the dragon with tales she would’ve been well familiar with.

“I needed to escape the stuffy sitting room for a while.” You agreed, feeling the rumbling purr growing within Vhagar as she acknowledged her rider’s presence.

You scooted into Aemond’s embrace as he took a seat on the soft earth beside you, peering briefly at the book you had been reading. “And what does Vhagar think about today’s reading material?”

You looked sideways up along the endless expanse of Vhagar’s neck to where her yellow eye watched the two of you. You caught Aemond’s eye with a smirk. “No complaints so far.”

“Hmm.” Aemond took the book from you, closing and setting it aside before taking your hands in his. He leaned into your space, brushing his nose against yours before finding your lips in a chaste kiss. “One day I’m going to seek you out and find you’ve taken her out for a ride.”

Your heart stuttered in mild fear at the very thought. “That’ll be the day.” You laughed as Aemond breathed a soft chuckle, tucking your head beneath his chin, his warm breath rustling your hair.

He held you for many moments as you basked in the warmth of his body and the continual rumbling of Vhagar as she shifted slightly at your back.

The three of you were alerted to the sound of many hooves thundering upon the earth as several riders cleared the hill. Upon seeing the massive island-sized dragon laying before them their horses reared in fear, nearly sending several soldiers toppling to the ground. Vhagar’s head became visible from your periphery as she growled low and deep, moving to position her snarling teeth in between where you and Aemond sat and the newcomers.

“Vhagar, gida.” Aemond calmed the dragon with a word, though Vhagar did not move her head from its defensive position.

Aemond gave you a strange look which you mirrored right back at him. “Has she acted like this before?”

You shook your head, glancing to where you could see the sun glinting off dragon teeth the length of a man’s body.

“My prince!” The leading rider called, unwilling to come any closer. “The king requests your presence at once!”

“Duty calls.” Aemond sighed, rising to stand and brushing sand off his clothing. “Would you like to remain here or accompany me back to the city?”

You took his proffered hand and he helped you rise to your feet. “I’ll come back with you.”

At your movements Vhagar grumbled another deep sound of displeasure, her tail this time slithering around to block your path forward, even separating you from where Aemond stood.

“Vhagar!” Aemond said almost reproachfully, looking to where Vhagar’s gaze was still fixated on the soldiers. He shook his silver head in annoyance. “Seems she has become incorrigibly possessive of you overnight.”

“Vhagar.” You called to the ancient she-dragon gently. The yellow eye flicked briefly to you. “Nyke ȳgha.” She seemed to relax at your Valyrian reassurance, allowing you to take Aemond’s hand again and proceed closer to where the soldiers waited.

“I haven’t a clue what’s gotten into her.” You muttered to your husband.

Aemond shook his head in agreement as he glanced back toward where Vhagar still was growling low. “Perhaps she decided to take you on as a sort of dragonling…” He stopped mid-stride, color draining from his face as he turned to face you. “A child.”

“I am hardly her child, Aemond.” You snickered, your smile dropping when his expression remained serious. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you…” Aemond shot a look to where the riders were obviously trying to listen in, he lowered his voice and leaned closer to you. “Are you with child?”

Your stomach swooped as shock coursed through you. “I-I don’t know.”

“Let’s pay a visit to the maester after dealing with whatever my brother wants.” Aemond squeezed your hand briefly, unable to keep an excited grin off his angular face. He looked again at Vhagar, this time in mild wonder. The grumbles and groans of the dragon faded away as the riders escorted the two of you back to the Keep.

Nine months later the kingdom welcomed the birth of their newest Targaryen princess.

She grew to be very much like her father, in mannerisms and visage. When she was old enough Aemond didn’t waste any time in introducing her to Vhagar.

The old dragon seemed to already know who she was.

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lady-ashfade · 7 months

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Day 2 Of Fictober

Poison

Yandere! Rhaenrya Targaryen x Daughter!Reader.

Ask: Can you write a platonic yandere mother Rhaenyra fic where she secretly gives her daughter non fatal doses of poison so that she is to sick to leave Dragonstone when its time for her to marry her betrothed.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Over protective, over bearing parent, being poisoned. Poison, family full of yanderes, daemon being included because it fits.

The day you were born Rhaenrya swore she could hear the gods sing in harmony together. Your cries sounded like heaven to her ears, the little girl who belong to her. Y/n, the first daughter of Rhaenrya Targaryen. “Beautiful,” she brushed the hair and blood off of your forehead and placed a kiss.

“My sweet girl.”

You had stoped crying when you came into contact with her skin and warmth, she was safe and familiar. Rhaenrya had blessed with a boy and she was grateful to have two beautiful children. But her first born had dark hair and fair light skin, you had her features of paler skin and silver hair. Your mother knew she needed to protect you from the darkness of the world and keep you innocent.

Each day you were at the queens side or in your own room. She would take her younger son to see you and get you both comfortable with one another. Jace couldn’t stop smiling and clapping when he saw you, he’s such a good older brother. As the years passed by you grew to need your mother or your brothers, being dependent on her. Where the princess went you weren’t far behind in a small dress and coping her.

But now it was the day she had dreaded for your whole life. You being betrothed to a lord far away and not with her.

“But mother, I need silver.” You huffed as you pressed the dress to your body. A smile on your cheeks as you swing yourself from side to side in the mirror. “Silver will match his clothes.” She cringed at your giggling and delighted to be married off, to leave her behind. A daughter should want to stay with her mother as long as she could, even cry when leaving her mother.

“You are stressing dearest,” her hands stopped your hands and looked at you through the mirror and smiled. “No need not to change for a man, not when you’re already perfection.” Her lips met your cheeks and you laugh at her sweetness and affection. You turned around and took her back into your arms and hugged her close.

“Only because you’re my mother and taught me every I know. I will make you proud, mother. This marriage will help our family with the whispers,” a hushed tone of the mention of rumors spreading around the realm of you and your brothers birth. “Promise.” Her chest loved how you smiled and wanted to help her, her sweet girl.

But it was foolish to think she’d let you go. And that’s why she needed to keep you by her side since you were so naive.

She watched as you laughed with your brothers at the table and ate your favorite meal. How could she let this go? As soon as you lifted your cup to your mouth she was ready for the moment to happen. Daemon by her side keeping a eye on you too as he help with the poison, a maester waiting outside the door. A few seconds later you began to cough and play it off for a few seconds until it became hard for you to breathe.

“Someone help her!” Rhaenrya acted the part of a scared mother and it wasn’t all a lie. Seeing you so panicked and scared, grabbing ahold of her as if it was the last time. Of course she hated it but this was for the best. No one would ever expected the woman who loved her children above all else to poison them. Daemon had a “search” for the person who did it, and a servant was kill for the crime. A innocent life was worthless to them when it came to you.

A few days later you awaken from your rest and saw your mother beside your bed as she hummed. “Mother?” You called out with a horse voice and she jumped up to take you in her arms. The relief spread on her face as she kissed your head repeatedly and whisper prayers to the gods. “I was so worried.” You held onto her but she got a cup and lifts it to your lips. The first thing was to clear your throat and get it back.

Sipping the drink you smile and lean back down, looking at her loving. “Please tell me I wasn’t out to long, Sir Roderick will be saddened at my lack of letters.” It went unnoticed that she gripped the sheets and a quick smirk that she turned into a smile. He will have to find another bride to have because you’re never leaving the castle.

“I’m sure you will recover soon.” The cup was set back down as she smiled at the bottom where a powder was seen. Rhaenrya kept you on a small amount of poison every week to keep you from getting around on your own or to long. Something to make your body weak without her help.

“Now rest up, my sweet girl.”

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Good morning Miss Winnie. (Part II)

Part I

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Rating: Gen.

Summary:

Two weeks after Dean became a father, it's time to jump back on the hunting horse. But he's hesitant.

Notes: Non-canon, no time line. And I don't ever want kids. But I just became an aunt and I sort of need to get this out of my system! Short and I'm not promising that I won't continue this. Who knows really. Finally this was written after I'd taken my usual nightly gummy.

“Bonnie?”

You shot Dean a look across the kitchen. He was cooking eggs on the stove while you were nursing. Castiel was the only other member of the bunker awake at six a.m. and, fortunately, occupied the library. It wasn’t that you cared about the other men seeing you breastfeeding, it was how they reacted to it. Both became very awkward and outwardly attempted to look anywhere but at your breasts.

“You can’t accept Winnie, but you pick Bonnie?”

Dean shrugged.

“I was just thinking if we had a boy we could call him Clyde. We’d have our own little gang.”

“Firstly, I’m not doing this again. And secondly, Bonnie and Clyde were felons.”

“What do you mean ‘you’re not doing this again?’ Don’t most women go crazy for more kids? They smell the baby's head and some hoo-doo helps them forget about the pain and bodily fluids.”

“Yeah, well. You try being in labour for damn near forty eight hours and shitting yourself in a room full of people. Including the man you love. Then come back and tell me you’ve forgotten about it and wanna do it all over again.”

“Point taken.” Dean laughed, plating up eggs and bacon for them both, “And you didn’t shit yourself by the way.”

“I didn’t?”

“I think I’d remember.”

You smiled at the plate of food and carefully lifted the baby from your breast. She’d long since stopped feeding and was instead squirming, ready to be winded.

“I can take it from here.” Dean reached down and lifted the little girl up into his arms. He held her upright against his chest and began rubbing circles into her small back, “There we go kiddo. Get it up.”

“Be careful.” You warned.

“I’m not taking any chances.” Dean gestured to the polka-dot muslin cloth on his shoulder.

You watched as he gently walked your daughter around the kitchen, her little body squirming while he cooed into her ear. She made several little squeaking noises, threatening to cry, only to be brought back to earth by her father’s tender voice.

“Come on now, no tears. I’ve got you.”

Your eyes locked with Dean’s for a moment, both reflecting a soft smile. He was proving to be an excellent father, not that you’d doubted him for a second. But Sam had. He’d been very vocal about Dean knowing nothing about babies and how, despite the fact that he was happy for you both, he thought this whole ‘raising a family thing’ was a bad idea.

“You guys are great together! But I don’t think this is the right environment for a kid.” Or something along the same bullshit.

Dean had been adamant about her though. He damn near refused to speak to Sam until he stopped with his questions and logical answers. Sure you both had been sceptical about bringing a child into this life, but neither of you had actively prevented it. If it happened, it happened.

Speaking of the devil. Sam groaned and stretched his arms above his head, stumbling into the kitchen. He dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, drawing them down his face afterwards.

“Morning. Coffee’s in the pot.” Dean said, his voice shifting from Dad to brother by just an octave.

Sam poured himself a hefty mug before offering more to the kitchen. You declined but insisted that he fill up Deans.

“He’ll need the caffeine for your hunt.”

“Oh so you’re back on the job then?” Sam questioned, his eyebrows rising.

Dean’s brow furrowed as he shifted the little one on his chest. He searched her face, the cogs visibly turning in his head.

“I’ll get back to you on that one.”

“What? I thought you’d be happy to get back on the horse.” You’d assumed that after being out of work for almost two weeks that Dean would be craving a hunt, but his face said otherwise.

“Yeah. I mean I am. But she - “

“She’ll be right here when you get back.” You interrupted, “It’s a simple in and out job. Right Sam?”

“Sure. Run of the mill ghost in the attic for some old friend’s of Bobby’s.” Sam took a lengthy sip of his coffee, “And it pays too.”

“See? And we could use the cash for Winnie.”

Sam scoffed, barely holding onto the coffee in his mouth. He looked between you both and then to his niece.

“Winnie?”

“Short for Winchester but not her name. Just a placeholder until we find the perfect one.” You inform, “But what’s so wrong with Winnie anyway? It’s a perfectly acceptable name.”

“Nothing wrong with it at all. It’s just not what I pictured you both to come up with.”

“Fortunately it’s not.” Dean added, shifting the baby from one arm to the other as she reached up with her little hands, “As for the hunt, I’m not sure.”

He offered a finger for her hand to close around, eyes never leaving her. the features on his face softened, lips almost pulling downwards into a frown.

You exchanged a knowing look with Sam.

“If this is about Win- her- you don’t need to worry. I can cope fine on my own for one night.” You offered

“Yeah but what if it isn’t just one evening?” Dean answered, his voice doing nothing to disguise the concern he was feeling.

“It’s only a few towns over. We’ll be home by four am - ”

“But what if something goes wrong? Huh? Then what? I’ve left my wife without a husband, my little girl without a father. And -”

You jumped to your feet at the distress in his voice and rushed to loop an arm around his middle.

“Don’t say that. It’s a run of the mill job, something you guys have done one thousand times over. Nothin’ bad is gonna happen other than a few bruises.” You laid your head on his shoulder, eyes coming to settle on the little lady in his arms, “I can deal with those. And she’ll not know any different.”

With a deep sigh, Dean kissed you gently on the head. It was an uncharacteristic display of affection, especially in front of his brother, but you hadn’t the heart to react. You knew he was feeling vulnerable, that much was clear in his reaction, and to draw attention to it would only make things worse. Instead you settled against him and allowed his warmth and the soothing sounds of your baby to still your own anxiety.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that some part of you was fearful of your husband walking out of the bunker and never coming home. Hunting was a dire job, one which had claimed the life of many of your comrades. Dean may be an experienced hunter, renowned in his own right, but he certainly wasn’t immune to unfortunate outcomes. That much had been proven time and time again.

Lost in thought, the only sounds in the kitchen were the gentle fussing of your daughter and the whirring of the circulation fans.

Finally Castiel broke the silence with his sudden entrance. He appeared in a flurry of feathers, one coming to land on the table top by your abandoned coffee cup.

“We have doors, Cas. Use ‘em.” Dean warned, pulling your daughter closer to his chest as she began to fuss.

“I’m sorry, Dean. It’s a force of habit.” Castiel answered, taking a seat next to Sam, “I startled her.”

“You think?!”

You moved to take the baby from Dean but he shook his head, whispering a small ‘I got this’ back to you as he started to rock her from side to side. But it was no good, her cries grew louder and more furious. You began to wonder how those big sounds could even come from such a small creature.

Before you could offer your help again Castiel brushed past you.

“I didn’t mean to scare her.” He said, coming to stand in front of Dean “Is there anything I can do?”

“Here” to your surprise, Dean held your daughter out towards the angel, “You can settle her down while I grab her diaper bag.”

You lean in and quickly sniff.

“I don’t think she needs changed, D.”

“Well I don’t know what else to do. She -”

Castiel reached forward and lifted the infant from Dean. He brought her to settle in the crook of his arm, offering up his fingers for her to grab at. Gradually she began to quiet, her hands reaching up for Castiel’s and her eyes wide, staring into his face.

You and Dean watched on in outward confusion. Castiel, to your knowledge, had never handled a baby before. At least not in recent years.

“How did you do that?” Dean asked almost aggressively, “She was cryin’ up a storm seconds ago and you just took her and nothing.”

“Did you use your grace?” Sam suggested.

“She’s much too small to handle my grace in any capacity. It would kill her.”

You considered jumping in and taking her from Castiel but stopped yourself. She was settled and happily holding onto the angel's fingers. No sense in ruining it. Beside you Dean was tense, clearly struggling with something along the same lines. His face was etched in hard lines and you could see his brows furrowing.

Gently you looped your arm through his and guided him to his long forgotten coffee cup. He moved but his eyes never left you daughter in the angel’s arms.

“So,” Sam cleared his throat, “About this hunt.”

“What about it?” Dean glared at him over the rim of his cup.

“Are you in or -”

“He’s in.” You answer before the question could even be finished.

“Wha - I -”

“Oh come on. You got this. I can handle her and Cas will be here if I need any help. Right Cas?” The angel gave something akin to a positive response, “You have to get back out there at some point.”

Dean’s gaze flickered from Sam to you, finally coming to land on Castiel. He watched the angel gently swaying the little girl in his arms and the lines on his face began to soften.

“Hmmm. You’re sure about this?” He asked.

“Positive.”

“If there’s any trouble, anything at all, you call me.”

“Sure.” You smiled, “But I doubt Winnie will be as much of an issue as your malevolent spirit.”

Dean chuckled, accompanied by Sam.

“God, we’re really going to have to talk about her name when I get back.”

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tachibubu · 1 year

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Hello again!

Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)

∆ WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).

NOTE ; I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)

Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.

He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.

His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."

"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.

You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.

He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."

"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."

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Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.

Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.

He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.

"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.

He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.

His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."

"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."

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Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.

He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.

"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.

He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"

Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before —"

The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.

However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.

When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.

"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."

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husbandhoshi · 3 months

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[3:36 PM]

you don't think there's a better couch in the world than vernon's.

it's blue-gray and you think it's been through several world wars even though you remember the exact moment you picked it out at the local ashley furniture two years ago. there's a hole in the right-most cushion (from when vernon tried to kill a spider with a pen), and mascara stains (yours) you haven't quite figured out how to remove yet, but it is one of your favorite places in the world.

and quite frankly, it's the only place you want to be sometimes—especially now.

"vernon," you wail. "i think i'm destined to die alone. i'm going to adopt a million cats, move out of the city, and die alone."

you watch him fumble with his phone as he attempts to text the doordash guy the apartment code while juggling a box of tissues and your favorite four dollar trader joe's wine.

"hey," he says, as if attempting to calm a wild horse. "you know that isn't true."

he dumps his armful of crisis objects on the coffee table before taking a seat on the couch next to you.

this is the usual order of things.

somehow, you, local disaster, had befriended vernon, the most normal person in the world. and this—the wine, the doordash, the sad sza playlist he made you the week you met—somehow became a familiar ritual of yours. (even one you look forward to, seeing as you don't seem to run out of disasters.)

"he's an asshole," vernon supplies unhelpfully. "don't let it get to you."

"it's getting to me. it got to me. i've been gotten." you bury your head in your hands.

"you really deserve better." he takes some tissues out of the box and pats you on the shoulder, visibly searching for the right words to say.

quite honestly, vernon has never handled these situations with ease. he doesn't get worked up like your girl friends, and he doesn't throw his arms open for a long cry like your mom would. but he handles them, and you, with more patience than you ever think you deserve, and you think that's why you love him so much.

"who gets stood up on a hinge date?!" you snort into a tissue. "we had been talking for weeks!"

vernon shrugs as he wiggles the wine cork out of the bottle. "it just means you guys weren't right for each other."

you wad up your kleenex stack and vernon hands you another.

"i'm deleting hinge. and tinder. and bumble. and then i'm getting a cat."

"okay," he laughs. "i'll go with. i'll get one too so they can be friends."

"deal," you croak as you watch vernon stand up to get the delivery. "please tell me you got nacho fries."

"i got you two. with extra cheese sauce."

for the first time today, you laugh. you laugh big and loud because no one in the world knows you better than vernon, and you don't even think he knows it.

he looks at you, head tilted and eyebrows knit together like you've started speaking in tongues. you think he gives you that look at least once a day, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

you laugh again.

#this is actually an autobiography #local girlfail content #and vernon is my bff (REAL)#mine #vernon #vernon fluff #vernon x reader #vernon x you #rq

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Thanks for sending this lovely surprise in, Cia! 🥰 this gif tho…🥺🥺🥺 it immediately made me think of my mini-series, Girl Dad.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Loud Sounds

Tommy Shelby x Reader (from the mini-series Girl Dad)

Warnings: ptsd fueled episode (brought on by sound)

Tommy and his daughter, Thea, are out on Arrow House’s grounds. Thea asked if her father could take her fishing for the day and Tommy, surprisingly, agreed. (Y/N) was rather pregnant with their second child, and Tommy knew she needed a rest.

With their rods in hand, Tommy still managed to get Thea’s favorite horse, Sammy, out of the stable and the two rode him to the pond that was on the property.

Things were going well. Tommy had shown Thea how to properly cast the line and the little three and a half year old was more than happy with reeling in lily pads and soggy sticks. Tommy was happy that he was able to spend some quality time with his daughter; he’d been guilty of thrusting himself fully into his business these past several weeks.

But the baby was coming soon, so Tommy decided to cut back on the hours in his office. He even found that the more time he spent with his family, the less he was trying to find ways to quiet his mind.

He was usually ok with loud sounds, bangs in particular, and horses getting startled, so having this happen truly scared him. Afterwards he reasoned that maybe it was because the two sounds happened together, but in the moment he shutdown.

There was either a car that misfired, or someone in the woods shot their weapon. The loud bang that came from it startled Sammy to the point where he was rearing back and whinnying loudly.

Hearing these sounds made Tommy hit the ground; his mind transported back to France. He slid down the slight slope of the pond, flattening his body as best he could against the mud as he covered his head with his arms; waiting for the imending gun and canon-fire. He squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for it once again.

But it didn’t come. Instead, the sweet voice of his daughter filled the silence that returned after the horse had calmed down. “What’s wrong, daddy?”

Her voice made Tommy open his eyes and look around. He was breathing heavily, adrenaline still coursing through him and he was still able to hear his heart beating in his ears, but that was the only sound. Removing only one of his arms from his head, he checked his surroundings. It quickly became apparent that he wasn’t in France. Then he saw Thea. She was looking at him with an expression that was a mix of confusion and worry.

“Daddy?” she asked again, her head tipping to the side as she made her confusion even more clear.

“Noth…nothing, sweetheart. Nothing’s wrong,” he told her, not trusting his voice enough to sound confident at first.

“Mumma’s not going to be happy that you got your shoes and pants wet,” she pointed out in a warning tone, making Tommy realized that the lower half of his legs were now submerged in the pond.

“I don’t think she will be,” Tommy agreed with his daughter, taking a few more steadying breaths. He hated that he’d reacted like that; especially in front of Thea…but it was thanks to Thea that he was able to snap out of it. She quickly made him realize that he was no longer in France.

“I can help you up, daddy,” she then said to him, extending her hand out as she crouched down next to where he was laying.

Tommy’s heart instantly swelled at her offer, wondering how he managed to be blessed with a child who had such a pure soul. “I’ll get up on my own, love. Thank you though,” he politely turned down her offer, pulling himself up, out of the water then so that he was standing again.

“All better?” Thea asked, looking up at him now.

“All better,” Tommy nodded, sending her a smile, making one form on the little girl’s face.

The creaking of the door made Tommy glance up from the paper he was reading over. He decided that he’d take some time alone in his office after the incident that happened at the pond. He brought the newspaper down to his lap when he saw that (Y/N) was in the doorway. He smiled at her, silently waving her over.

(Y/N) listened, moving into the room and shutting the door behind her. She waited until she was a step or two away from him to finally speak. “Thea told me about what happened at the pond today,” she said softly, testing the waters to see if he wanted to talk about it or not. Tommy was always hit or miss when it came topics such as these. She didn’t want to push him if he didn’t feel comfortable with it.

“She told me about my pants and shoes then, eh?” he asked, chuckling slightly he rubbed the back of his head. He looked down at his lap as his smile faded, thinking back to what had happened earlier. “It was just loud sounds, love. They happened at the same time and…” he trailed off, exhaling the rest of his breath as a sigh.

(Y/N) sent him a sympathetic smile, knowing how tough it was for him to express these types of things. The fact that he even began talking about it was a rarity. “I know,” she began, catching herself before continuing, “well I don’t actually know, but…”

“I know what you mean,” he cut her off, seeing that she was getting ready to talk herself into a circle. “I’m fine now…got over it pretty quickly once I realized Thea was there. She helped me,” he told her, sending her a closed-mouth smile.

“She didn’t think much of it,” she informed him, smiling back, “just thought it was funny that you got wet.”

Tommy chuckled at her statement, waving her over to sit with him. (Y/N) obliged, happily taking a seat on his lap. “Thanks for checking on me,” he mumbled against the skin of her neck before he pressed a kiss to it.

“Of course, love,” she smiled at him before she rested her head against his shoulder.

They sat in the comfortable silence for a few minutes before Tommy spoke again: “maybe I ought to go take Thea fishing again,” he mused, his hand brushing lazy circles against her swollen abdomen, “she really seemed to like it.”

“You should,” (Y/N) answered, nodding the best she could with her head rested against his shoulder, a smile forming on her lips.

“Maybe I’ll even take this one out there too,” he continued, referring to the child that would be born any day now.

“Even better,” (Y/N)’s smile grew as she lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his lips.

So I got a but carried away with this one 😅 I hope you enjoyed it!

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neesieiumz · 9 months

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𓆩☆𓆪 | 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚁 ⸺ ⚞ 𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽 𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙶𝙴𝚁 ⚟

⸻ synopsis ⫸ despite working together for a long time, eren and yourself cannot be in a room together, too bad the two of you are stuck at the office late at night.

⸻ warnings ⫸ sm*t. minors do not interact. p*rn with plot. part iii of the gold rush anthology. frenemies. coworkers. secretary!reader. officer!eren. eren calls you angel in this. slight-pervert!eren. erwin is your boss. female reader. afab reader. black-coded reader. reciprocal jealousy. mikasa and connie are in this but have no major significance. slight hate sex. storage room sex. mating-press position, regular and reverse cow-girl position. eren and reader are both in their early twenties as well. hickeys. you may or may not get pinned to the floor. they fight a lot for dominance as well.

⸻ writer's notes ⫸ currently my second longest fic to date, nothing has yet to top my choso one but yeah, yeah I know… this is late asf… I made the last part in may and it's currently july...but in my defense, I was dealing with bad Miguel brainrot! But hope you enjoy this, and to that Anon… HERE! Damn 😭 next is Jean, Armin and finally Zeke!

⸻ word count ⫸ 7.4k

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A change in life, a change in pace was what your mother called it the moment you had moved out here.

It was completely different from what you were expecting of course. "Being born with a silver spoon in their mouth," is what many would have called you. Your father was a rich man from the city, and so you had once wanted for naught, believing every single word that fell from your father’s mouth. Surrounded by the shiny things, expensive items, balls, and parties, the “oohs and wows” of your friends. You believed that your life would continue down that familiar, wealthy path you believed your father had laid out for you.

At least that’s what you thought until you suddenly found yourself being whisked away by your mother in the middle of the night, bags barely packed. She was hysterical, unable to say full words to you as she basically shoved you into a carriage along with your bags. Sixteen, and dressed in a barely thin nightgown, the night was cold, the wind blowing very harshly as The two of you rode into the heavenly midnight. Your body, still heavy with sleep, could barely keep up with the hysterical babblings your mother was making. She wouldn't answer all your questions, all you knew before sleep overtook you once more, was something about your father.

Later, you learned your father had effectively abandoned the two of you, moving his new, younger family into the place you had once called home.

Your mother’s family was once from the country, a decent-sized farm town called Paradisia. They all moved to the city when your grandfather struck gold and became a very rich man. Unfortunately, he was also a fervent gambler and drinker and effectively had given and drank away the money he was supposed to use to sustain his family. It caused your mother to be pushed into your father’s arms and yet, all it did was bring back to the place she was born, but a place she never knew. Soon that’s where you found yourself, in the house her family had left behind. The two of you didn't adjust well, your father had paralyzed the two of you, made you used to having your every mood and need to be picked apart and waited on by others.

It was hard, and your mother's accident didn't make things better. Someone, who we later learned was someone who had a rise against your grandfather, still remembering your mother after all these years. They had pushed her into the road, just as a horse was racing through the path. Everyone said she was lucky to have lived after such a tragedy. She, however, was bedridden, and all the housework, along with bills and other things that needed to be paid soon fell on you.

You needed a job, and you were lucky to have met Erwin, the town’s sheriff, who was also the responding officer to follow up after your mother’s brush stroke with death. He needed a secretary for the sheriff’s office, someone to file papers and file out extra reports, to conduct budget plans and present them to the mayor. Luckily, you were decent with papers and organization, for the most part, everything else you learned on the go. It was good pay, amazing pay even, just enough to get the fancy medicines from the pharmacy for your mother’s chronic back pain as well as pay all the bills. It was a win-win, and most of your co-workers, officers working underneath Erwin as well, were very nice to you, most of them at least.

You pushed open the door, walking into the almost bare office. It had been like this for a matter of weeks, this town was not very much riddled with crime. However, the recent bandits and break-ins have put everyone on edge. Many of the officers were mostly out on patrol, as the recent bandit problem became a top and main priority for the town. There were only a few around, walking around papers in hand, possibly discussing one of many cases happening around the town. You waved and greeted a few, as you made your way to your desk right near the front door.

“Only five minutes late angel… a new record.”

You nearly stopped in your tracks, pushing down the red-hot feeling of annoyance that rose the moment you heard his voice. Glancing over, you made eye contact with deep olive-green eyes gleaming with a jeering look. He was leaning back against his desk, legs raised up, wearing the same uniform many of the officers wore during their shifts. His hair was pulled back in its usual bun, hands clasped together on his stomach as he eyed you, watching you swing yourself around into your chair and desk, lacing your bag right beside you on the floor.

You sighed, pushing yourself underneath the desk, “shut up Jaeger, no one asked for your opinion.”

“Lucky Erwin isn’t in right now, he’d be disappointed that you were late again.”

“Just like he was disappointed when he found out I did the Kirstein report instead of you? Oh yeah, real disappointed.” You mused, sending a small smirk over to him.

He rolled his eyes, “yeah whatever, laugh it up.” he mumbled out, “got me stuck on this desk for the next week that’s for sure.”

You rolled your eyes, still unable to hold back your smirk, “should have actually done the report then Jaeger.”

You could hear him mumble under his breath but he soon quieted down, allowing you to focus on the piles of papers Erwin and other officers around must have put on your desk for you to continue working on. The silence rang in your ears but it was nothing you weren’t used to by now, usually the office was bustling with different walks of people, people with complaints, and petty drama that entails the slow life of the country. Neighborly feuds, and whatnot, but now it was empty, everyone putting their efforts out there—

“How do you even do this?”

Your thoughts were soon cut by that familiar deep voice, inhaling sharply as your eyes turned towards him. He was no longer leaning back, instead, a paper in his hands lifted towards the light illuminating the open windows.

“Jaeger. Shut up.”

He leaned back up, narrowing his eyes at you, “How are you even able to do all of this? How many of these do you even do in a day?”

You sighed, lifting your head back up to fully look at him, “way more than yours Jaeger, now get to it.”

He groaned again, before focusing on the papers once more, as well as picking up his pen. You couldn’t lie, the pile of your work on your desk definitely felt thinner than usual, glancing over at the struggling cop currently typing letter-by-letter whilst glancing at a packet of sheets on his desk.

As you worked, your mind faded, paying attention to your work but your mind also ran through errands you needed to complete either today or sometimes this week. Picking up mom’s medicine, there’s been a shortage and you really need to stock, she’s miserable without it. As well as grocery shopping, cleaning the house, laundry, and pre-cooking lunch for your mother.

Every so often, you would hear Ere complaints, his “woe is me” as he flipped through the stapled stacks. You finished your own pile a few hours later, the day creeping into the afternoon, your lunch break in a couple of hours. Unable to hold yourself back as you snuck glances over at the struggling brunette situated in his chair. His desk was still stacked with papers, with his long hair no longer in the sleek bun he always came in with. His eyes were wracked with frustration. You glanced over at your-now clean desk, before glancing over at the clock once more.

With a heavy resolve, you stood up, before walking over to his desk. Eren, eyes shot with exasperation, only glanced up at you as you held your hand out towards him.

“Give me half, Jaeger '' you compromised, gesturing for him to hurry up.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “last time I did that, I got stuck with this pile.”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah and it’s painful to watch you agonize over this, my brain’s hurting from watching you.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his hands moved towards the piling, picking up one of the stacks before handing it over to you.

“You better not get me in trouble again, angel.”

“How many times do I gotta tell you not to call me that, Jaeger?”

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Nothing but the light of the window, along with the flickering light hanging above you, and the lantern Erwin graciously provided you right before your lunch break, surrounding you as you dug deep into the old storage room. He had finally mentioned this storage room after offhandedly bringing it up in conversations with you. The storage was reaching its peak, according to him, with files, transcripts, court documents, and papers from decades of cases, both solved and still cold to this day. With the recent expansions, the mayor wanted everything as organized as possible, and with the sheriff's office so overwhelmed with the recent events, it fell upon you to get the huge storage room in check.

Past your lunch break, with all your main work completed, you found yourself finally beginning to dig through the boxes of old reports and evidence from decades of cases over the years. The room was stacked high with old evidence boxes, almost reaching the ceiling. In hindsight, for a town of that size, it wasn’t as big as many would make it. This was a relatively safe community, but with this expansion, crime was inevitable. Sighted by the obvious thief problem running through the town. As people found it easier to live a country life than city life. People wanna slow down, and in turn, many people of different walks come through. However, longtime residents are very abhorrent against seeing new-dangled city folk coming in and messing up their ways of life.

Throwing out old, moldy evidence boxes and replacing them with fancy metal filing cabinets Erwin and the mayor had ordered. You sighed, before breaking out in a violent cough as dust suddenly entered your lungs.

“Oh I am so asking for a raise after this,” you mumbled angrily, as you dropped the box on the one free table in the room.

The sudden slam overwhelmed the already-breaking box, the flimsy cardboard bottom giving out, causing the files to spill out of the dusty-filled container. The sudden spread of dust caused you to break out into another coughing/sneezing. Cursing to yourself as you cover your nose, eyes watering as you navigate towards the box of tissues you brought with you. Once the dust and dirt dissipated, you continued on your journey, mumbling under your breath as you did so.

‘‘Fuck,” huff “this,” huff “shit!” You let out a final huff as you recognized the files.

On the table where you worked, mark the folders alphabetically before placing them in the piles you had made. You glanced at the small pile, before gazing over at the still-tall piles of boxes that you still need to get through. Once the files were out of the way, you turned around, sighing as you walked towards the stepladder, mind still overrun with anger as you stepped up to grab another box. In a fit of your anger, the moment you yanked one of the boxes off of the tall stack, you must have missed a step, heart dropping as you felt your foot hook onto nothing, feeling yourself beginning to slip.

Your mind was racing, fear overtaking and grappling you, as you felt your hands let go of the box, flailing, and reaching out to grab something. You let out a short shriek, closing your eyes as you braced for impact. However, all you felt was your body landing on something much more softer than the wooden floor. Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring into familiar deep-green olive eyes. Mouth was slightly agape, as your hands unusually wrapped around his shoulders and arms. Your breath quickened slightly as your heart continued to race.

“That was really close, angel.”

His voice snapped you out of your trance, relaxing where exactly you were.

“Let me go Jaeger,” you grunted out, squirming in his hold.

The taller man looked down on you, a slight mischievous smile appearing on his face, “nah, think I like you right here.”

“You are in eye-stabbing distance Jaeger, let me go.”

He hummed, still not letting you go down from his arms, “how about you thank me for catching you? Instead of acting like you got a stick up your ass all the time?”

You grumbled, looking away from him, “rather swallow glass than do that.”

Eren hummed, shrugging his shoulders, “guess you’re stuck here.”

As he said that, his grip on you tightened, his arms pressing you right against his uniform-clad body. Underneath the rough material, you could feel his abs pressing through. The longer you stayed in his arms, the more aware you became of his large hands wrapped around your arm and leg. You could feel his chest moving up and down beneath. Your hands were on top of his shoulders, as the two of you locked eyes.

However, the door suddenly flew open, surprising both of you. Eren’s, ever the graceful person he is, hands suddenly flew up and inadvertently dropped you onto the dusty, old, wooden floor. You landed with your loud thud, letting out a short shriek as your boss, Erwin Smith, popped his head into the room. The tall blonde glanced between the two of you.

“...Did I interrupt something?” He called out, seeing you wince, rubbing yourself on your back, trying to relieve the sudden sharp pain.

Eren let off a nervous giggle, beginning to bend down slightly to help you up, “Ah, no sheriff, nothing at all. Just helping her out with some things.”

The tall blonde man only hummed, glancing between the two of you once more, before looking around at the boxes and new filing cabinets in the room before looking back down at the two of you. He narrowed his eyes at the two of you, not saying a word before slowly backing out, closing the door. The light dimmed, the room once again being illuminated by the singular light and the lantern. Eren looked back down at you, his large hands beginning to wrap around your waist. However, you smacked his hands away, reaching out and using the table to push yourself up. Shuddering, leaning back against the table to catch your breath as parts of your back and butt throbbed with white-hot pain.

“So…”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Get out Jaeger, before I murder you with this lamp.”

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The next day comes around, with you still organizing the storage room, and Eren still on desk duty, now taking on your pile of reports to do, while you were in the storage room, organizing the filing cabinet. According to Erwin, the reports had to be put into their respective new cabinets by the end of the week, as the mayor was coming to inspect them. With Eren still on desk duty, you had no choice but to delegate your tasks to the tan brunette, as Erwin, once again, literally trusted no one here but you to get these files into their new homes. Which most likely meant you would be stuck here overnight, continuously rummaging through these boxes. Erwin could only show off a face of pity as he gave you the task, luckily raising your pay to make up for the turmoil he was bringing upon you. Fortunately, you had a friend of your mom’s to help her for the next few days while you finished these tasks at work.

You felt your stomach twist, a loud rumbling sound echoing through the room, as you placed the file into the drawer before closing it. Reaching down you turned down the lantern until it dimmed out, before walking out of the room. Walking out of the room, wiping away the slight drip of sweat along your brow, pushing back the bandana you wrapped on top of your hair. You walked down the short hallway, on your way to your desk to head off for your break. You grabbed the bottle of water you had left on top of it, taking a sip as you glanced around the station a little more. There were a few more people in here than usual, ambling about. Your eyes couldn't help themselves as they gazed over to a certain brunette, watching him hunched over the desk, hair frenzied, but that wasn’t the only thing you saw. Standing right near him, hovering over his desk as well, was your other coworker. Mikasa, when it comes to strength within the station, was probably there, on par with Levi, and he didn’t officially work as a cop here. She and Eren go way back, his family taking her in and the two of them becoming officers at the same time. She was bent over the desk, their faces so close together as they spoke in low voices to each other.

You felt your heart constrict for a moment, but a voice pulled you out of your slight trance, turning your head as you made eye contact with gray eyes and a matching buzzcut. You finished your water bottle, screwing the top onto the empty bottle before placing it right on your desk.

“Connie? What’s up?”

When you first arrived in town, Connie was one of the first friends you’ve ever made, along with Jean, his wife, and Sasha. The four of you were basically inseparable all through your last two years of high school and would be the ones to help you out when your mother had her horrible accident.

Connie smiled before holding up a bag, a lunch bag, holding it out to you, “Mom made too much food, already dropped some off with Jean and his lil wife, and Sasha, though she almost took yours but thought you’d like the last of it.”

Your eyes widen, gracefully accepting the bag, and opening the folded top before the savory, rich smell of tomatoes, pasta, cheese, and spices hit your nose. It was a concoction you had smelled all before, memories of eating her lasagna after school whilst your mother was working her two jobs.

You squealed, “I haven't had her food in so long!” Your excitement overtook you, as you jumped towards Connie, wrapping your arms around him.

The man caught you easily twirling you around with laughter and a smile on your face. Neither of you didn’t notice both green and black eyes staring at the two of you, standing in the middle of the station. The two of you began to be wrapped up in your own conversation, walking away with Connie’s arm around you, towards the small break room in the back. Mikasa could only glance at Eren, his eyes glowering, and seeing the pen in his hand being squeezed to their death. The two of you were gone from his sight, but before she could focus him back on the papers, he stood up abruptly, mumbling something about taking his lunch break outside, before stomping out of the station.

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The same day but late at night. Barely anyone would stick around at the station, those on nighttime duty would usually go out and patrol, only coming in for small breaks. Even then, they would go to their own homes before they would come to the station to do that. So, there was no one at the station.

Well until now.

The pile of paper was less, but Eren still had a few more to get through, the light of his lamp illuminating his desk as he continued to scribble across them. Erwin was clear on these being done on his desk by morning, with a harsh glare on his face before he headed off for the night, his girl standing outside the station waiting for him. In the distance, he can hear muffled thuds, the sounds of boxes hitting the floor and being torn apart. Eren’s foot tapped faster as his mind slightly drifted to you, still stuck in the storage room, sorting everything that has happened in this sheriff's station. You were still sorting through everything, spending overtime to be able to get it all done for you in time. The pace of his foot quickened, and his mind slowly descended into shambles. He dropped the pen on the desk, leaning back with a loud groan as his mind faded back to this afternoon, the last time he really laid eyes upon you.

Glancing over at the small hallway leading to the storage/evidence room, Eren stood up, his chair scooting back abruptly. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he made his way to the storage room. The door was slightly ajar, the sounds of papers being shuffled, boxes being ripped apart, and disgruntled huffs getting louder and louder. Eren stood outside the doorway, opening the door a little further, allowing his eyes to lock onto your figure, bent over as you picked up an overstuffed file. You wore a black skirt, paired with a short green top. His eyes could leave your form, watching as you slowly stood back up, walking towards the filing cabinet standing against the wall. He watched as your bottom and thighs moved with every step you took. You bent over once again, opening the drawer, before placing the file into the drawer.

Eren swallowed some spit, coating his dry throat as he felt his pants tighten up. His hand shifted down, adjusting his pants as best as he could to hide the growing hard-on, before raising a hand. With little resolve, he knocked on the door, inadvertently widening the cracked space. The slight knocking and the squeaking door caught you off-guard as you turned around, gasping a bit as you made eye contact with him. Luckily, you weren’t holding anything, as you would have probably dropped it as Eren entered the room, stalking closer to you. You couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on your face as you took in his disheveled appearance.

“Come for help, Jaeger?”

He shook his head, tilting his head as he looked over at you, “...I’m all good over here.” He lied, the pile of papers still hauntingly high on his desk.

“With all these heavy boxes, you might need some help. Wouldn't want you falling to your death, right?” His tone took on a more vexatious tone, bending down slightly to be face to face with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, the two of you barely an inch apart from each other’s faces, your noses barely grazing each other. The smell of his forest green cologne hit your nose, with the after-smell of mint, you held back a shudder, your thighs unconsciously rubbing together. You broke the stare first, taking a step back, scoffing, and turning your head.

“I have a lot to do tonight Jaeger, I don’t need your arrogance around me. Go finish those damn reports before Erwin yells at you again, and neither me or Mikasa can help you.”

You don’t know what got into you, it was as if her name slipped out of you, your heart racing as he took a few more steps towards you.

Eren narrowed his eyes at you, “not like you're any better off, looks like Connie can’t come give you a hand this time.”

You glared right back at him, “and what the hell does Connie have to—” you suddenly interrupted yourself, “you know what, I don’t have to explain myself to you. Get out. Can’t do any work with breathing down my neck.”

Eren’s glare never let up on you, only watching as you walked away from him, pulling the papers out of the file lying across the table. He shook his head, turning around before walking back towards the door. He reached out, grabbing the handle before pulling. It didn’t budge. Eren’s expression turned into one of slight confusion as he pulled on the door once more. The sound of the wood hitting against the doorframe had you lifting your head up, turning around, and seeing Eren struggling with the door. Your eyes widened, as your eyes landed on the smaller, sturdier box. Through your turmoil, you didn’t notice Eren accidentally kicking away the box that had kept the door propped open.

“You locked us in here! You idiot!” You screamed at him.

“I didn’t know!”

You scoffed, pushing him away, before pulling at the door. No dice. It didn’t budge. You were stuck in here, with Eren of all people. You took a couple steps back, hands on your waist, breathing heavily from the struggle of getting the door open. Eren was a couple of steps away from you, arms crossed as he looked over at you.

“We’re stuck here, until Erwin decides to come in.” Sighing, walking past him towards the table.

Eren followed right behind you, “so what? That’s it? We’re just stuck here? No other way out? No key? No nothing?”

A rush of anger overtook you like a sea wave, your body swiftly turning around to face the man who put you into this predicament, “no, there’s no way out. It locks from the inside, unless you have the key which goes on the outside. Only way to keep it open is if the key stays in the lock on the outside.”

“What the fuck? That’s so stupid, why would Erwin do something like that?”

For “security reasons” according to him, "trust me, you're not the first person to complain about it.”

“So we’re stuck here until morning,” you stated, crossing your arms, leaning against n the huge filing cabinets.

“That’s so… fuck!” He yelled.

The brunette walked back to the door, lifting his leg before kicking at it, multiple times. The loud boom echoed through the room, along with Eren’s heavy grunts. You turned your head, watching as he struggled against the door.

“Kicking stuff is not gonna help our situation, Jaeger.” You sighed, bending your head back, the cool touch of the metal sending calming chills through your spine.

Eren stood up straight, stalking towards you. He stood right in front of you, leaning down, hands in his pockets

He narrowed his eyes at you, “and what the hell do you suggest? I don’t see you thinking on how to get out of here!”

“Because there is no way out. You think Erwin would make a way out of here without the key? No. There's sensitive information in here.” You said, lifting your head up to look at him.

Your noses barely grazed each other as you glared right at each other. You could feel your heart thundering in your chest, that heated feeling blooming within you. The smell of his musk-like cologne not doing you sorts of favors.

Your hands, slightly shaking, reached up, hoping to move him away from you to relieve you of the tumultuous mess you were slowly becoming, “get out my face,” you hissed.

Your hands only touched his shoulders before his hands came up and wrapped around your wrists, easily pinning them against the metal box. Eren leaned down further into you, seeing his chest move up and down, his breath breezing up against your face. One day, when you would think back on this night in the future, the two of you may argue about who actually initiated everything between the two of you. The two of you locked lips, hands moving around the two of you in a frenzy, your hands running wildly through his long brown locks, while his hands roamed around your body, his two hands finding solace grabbing at and squeezing your ass. With ease, Eren easily picked up you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you, your back hitting up against the edge of the table, easily dropping you right onto it.

You shrieked, internally hissing as a hot-white pain shot up your back. The pain dulled away as quickly as it came as you let out a choked moan as you felt his lips leave wet kisses along your neck, “fuck… god, you’re an asshole.”

His eyes narrowed back at you, “looks who’s talking,” is all he said before he bent down again, swallowing you into another kiss.

Another moan left your lips, muffled by the kiss as Eren pressed his body further into you. His hands wrapped up around your knees, pushing your legs further apart and back, allowing your skirt to ride up. Revealing your soaked panties, the sticky sound of your juices as one hand left your leg. Eren took two fingers, hooking them underneath the soaked clothes before pulling them up and away, revaluing your drenched cunt to him. You felt cold air brush along your private, causing you to slightly shudder in his hold.

By now your loose blouse has fallen from your shoulders, your bra straps following, revealing your titties to him. Your distressed locs, once piled up into a high bun, now falling from the hold, brushing along your shoulder blades and neck. The both of you let go for a moment, catching your breath as you glanced at each other. His lips wet with your saliva, hair messy from your actions. You could feel your panties becoming more and more soaked as the two of you dove back into your intense kiss. Your hands feel his shirt, stumbling with the buttons as you undid his buttons one by one. Once you got enough buttons off, you ripped the rest of it off, buttons flying all over the room, revealing his chest. Eren soon let go of the kiss, taking a short breath before beginning to leave kisses all along your cheeks and jawline.

“Fuck—” choking on your spit, head thrown back in bliss.

Eren’s hands slid up from your waist, his large hands taking up each one of your breasts, He gave each a tentative squeeze, and the two of you locked eyes for a short moment. Eren gave you a smirk, causing you to narrow your eyes at him. He returned his attention to your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. Your body lurched as he sucked, his lips wet with drool.

His attention soon switched to your other nipple. The heat of the dark room didn’t help you as you ground yourself between the edge of the table and his chest. Your hands flew up, pulling in his long hair, as you let out a noisy moan. Your legs hooked around his back, a tight heat building up within you.

With a cry, a premature climax washed over you, your body trembling as your already wet panties became soaked with your cum. Eren soon let go of you, staring up at you, no words but his haughty-like smirk speaking for him. You glared at him, and a flash of anger went through you. An idea sparked within you as you gripped his hair, suddenly pulling down.

“Agh, what the fuck are you doing—?” He yelled as you pushed yourself off the table, making him stand up straight.

With all the leverage in your hands, you pushed him right down to the floor. He grunted as he landed, eyes going up as he saw you towering over him. He made eye contact with your bunched-up skirt, along with your soaked panties. Slowly, you pulled your panties down. Eren could feel his heart pounding through his chest, and he knew his whole face was red as you hovered over him.

With no words, you lowered yourself completely, your wet cunt landing comfortably on his face, right against his nose and lips. Eren’s tongue was already out of his mouth as you began to grind against him, not bothering to muffle your moans. Your legs and hips moved up and down against him, keeping the pressure up against him. Then, as if he went into overdrive, his arms and hands suddenly flew up, curling around, reaching over from the back, wrapping around your thighs, locking you in place. Eren held you down as he ate away at you. He licked and sucked away at you, his eyes gazing up at you, seeing how you threw yourself into complete euphoria.

“Fuck–” you stuttered, covering your mouth, sweat and tears mixing together as they dripped down your face.

For a moment, you glanced down at him, at the same time he opened his eyes, the two of you locking eyes. You couldn't he;p the smirk that appeared on your face. Your hands reached down, your nails and hands weaving through his dark brown hair.

“Not half bad, for someone like you, Jaeger,” your voice was breathy, your body convulsing.

Eren’s eyes glowed against the low light, glaring up at you, a range of emotions flowing through them. With no sudden warning, you shrieked as you were suddenly flipped up and around, landing right on your back. Just as quickly, you felt his lips take you once again, his two hands pinning you down by your wrists. The kiss was deep, drool dripping down from both of you. Your hips moved, around, looking for any type of friction, something to ease this fervid ache within you. One of Eren’s hands let go of one of your wrists, reaching down to your thigh, before pushing it back. Your now-free hand flew eight back into his hair. You pulled on it, smirking as you felt him moan in your mouth, as he sucked away on your tongue. You could taste yourself all over him, sending He soon in-slotted his hips in between your legs, his abdomen and hips grinding right up against you, feeling the stickiness of your slick dripping up against him. His hard-on slipped in between your sopping cunt, his angry-red tip pushing up against your clit.

He soon lets go of your other hand, not letting go of the kiss as his hands slither down and around your leg, before easily pushing them back. The slightly-painful stretch only causes you to surge forward. He let go of the kiss, taking deep and heavy puffs as he guided his hard cock in between you. You could hear him mumbling under his breath although the sound of your heart beating, as well as your heavy breaths from the messy kiss you two just had, overtook most of what he was saying. He was slapping the tip against your clit, his hips grinding the rest of his huffing and puffing.

A flash of anger went through you, and impatience overtook your tone, “hurry up, and fuck me Jaeger!”

His eyes held their own flash of ire as they narrowed at you, and suddenly without warning, he pushed his cock into you, pulling a sudden loud shriek out of you. His sudden action knocked the wind out of you, gasping as your back arched up, taking in the sudden aftershocks. His hands landed right on the back of your knees, his hands gripping around them, giving him balance as he slammed into your pussy.

“Fuck, Jaeger, slow down–” you cried out, your hands dragging down from his scalp into his back, your nails digging into his back.

He said nothing to you, his pace only picking up more and more, the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other was speaking for him. His hair drooped all around him, obscuring his face but you knew deep down inside he wore that very intense look upon his face. Your pussy throbbed and clenched around his length, feeling reaching deep in you. He soon leaned down, his lips lining right up against your ear.

“Huh, still not half bad right, for someone like me? Right, Angel?” He whispered right in your ear, before taking a tentative lick at your ear and beginning to suck on it softly.

As if something snapped within you, you reached right back into his hair, pulling his head away from you. The sudden pull caused Eren to let out a loud groan, his body trembling, his thrust wavering for a moment. The moment awakened something in you, a sudden smugness going through you as you pulled on it again. Just as before his thrust wavered as he let out another loud moan, letting off a soft “fuck” as well. Taking advantage of his imbalance, gathering what little strength you could while in your second wind, you were able to push Eren right back on his back again. He landed with an oof as he opened his eyes, seeing you towering over him once again. You smirked down at him, before turning around, your back and butt facing him as you hovered right over his cock, soaking wet with your juices. Taking a deep breath, you let out a long hiss as you slowly lowered yourself right onto him.

“Oooh fuck,” he groaned, his hands reaching out and gripping the fat around your thighs.

You pushed your long locs to the side as your hips began to move up and down, using your legs as a balance. Soon getting into a rhythm, your movements quickened, the new position hitting new places within your soaking pussy. Eren’s incoherent moans invigorated you, your hips rocking in all different directions. You could feel his hands gripping bruises into your skin, his slightly long nails digging crescents into your skin. You glanced back at him, seeing his eyes clenched shut, a deep red blush running all over his face and neck. You lifted yourself up, a slight desolate emptiness going through you. Eren let off a gasp, opening his eyes and looking up at you. He narrowed his eyes at you as he let go of his grip around your thighs.

His breath was heavy, glaring at you but as quick as it came, it went away as you sank tight back onto his cock, facing him this time. With a smug look, leaning down as much as you could as you rode him, easily grabbing at his hair and pulling.

“Angel–, wait, fuck,” his voice was desperate, the slight whines only send waves of pleasure all through your spine and core.

Hearing Eren’s cries intoxicated you, your hips moving faster and faster, more and more sporadically as well. Your grip on his hair loosened, revealing Eren in the heated daze you put in. Seeing your dilemma, he grabbed your butt, squeezing it tightly before thrusting up roughly. You shrieked, your body flopping onto his, your hands on his shoulders for some balance as he speared his cock into you. You let off curses, the mixture of spit and sweat dripping down from your face and landing on your lips, tasting the salty mixture. As the heated knot within builds up more and more, Eren feels your cunt clench and pulse around him, only further pushing him over the line.

Your head landed right on his shoulders, unable to hold back your words, “I still hate you so, fuck— much,” you mumbled in his ear.

His erratic thrusts only turned sporadic as his own lips reached your ears, “yeah, you hate me? Show me how much you hate, come for me.”

His words, covered in spitefulness, only urge you, pulling a loud moan out of you as you shook in his hold, your climax spilling and ripping out of you. You dug your nails into him, breaking skin as you came all over him. Your orgasm overwhelmed him, the final push of him as he slammed into you for one last time, groaning very loudly. He didn’t bother pulling out, his seed spilling into you, mixing in with your clear juices. The two of you were breathing very heavily, your head flopping onto his shoulder as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist.

Eren glanced down, hearing soft snores as he saw you slumped, sleeping from the strenuous activity. He couldn’t hold back the smile on his face, slowly easing you off of him but still keeping you right on him as he grabbed his uniform, before pulling it over the two of you. A wave of tiredness overtook him as well, not saying a word, holding you close before falling asleep on the floor of the storage room.

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High-pitched laughter echoed through the ranch home, your head bent in shame as you sat at your friend’s home.

“I’m sorry for laughing,” she said, obviously not sorry at all, as she wiped the tears from her face.

You took a sip of the coffee she made for you, twirling one of your locs in between your fingers, “it’s fine, trust me. I’d be laughing if it was you in my situation.”

“Your situation? You fucked your co-worker in a storage room, and got caught by your BOSS of all people.”

You covered your face with your hand, letting off a very loud groan, “it was the most embarrassing shit I’ve ever experienced! But the fact that Erwin KNEW something like this would happen… I need to get a new job.”

Your friend snickered, covering her mouth and looking away from you. Before she could say something the back door flew open. Heavy boots hitting the ground, the two of you watched as a very sweaty Jean came through the door. His shirt was wide open, drenched with dirt and sweat, his hat shielding him from the outside sun. You glanced over at your friend, who was staring at her husband like a piece of meat ready to be devoured. You rolled your eyes, sipping down the rest of your lemonade.

“Hey there, haven’t seen you in a while,” Jean said, coming around to give you a short hug.

You smiled, hugging him back, “yeah, been busy at work but thought I’d swing by here while I have the rest of the day off.”

“Yeah, “been busy doing work”…” Your friend teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Jean’s eyebrows quirked up, looking at your playful glare towards his wife and his wife’s teasing smile. Suddenly, he remembered the conversations he had with his wife. His eyes widened, glancing between the two of you, before putting his hands up in surrender, not wanting to think of his friend any other way.

He walked around the table, grabbing the pitcher of lemonade she had left on the counter, pouring himself a big glass

“Leave me out of it,” is all Jean said, bending down to give his wife a sweet kiss on the cheek before on the lips.

He was about to walk away, but a soft hand stopped him, pulling him down. A surge of elation ran through him as he felt her soft lips on his own. He ignored the scoff from the other side of the table as he deepened the kiss, closing his eyes. His hand nearly slammed down onto the table, using it for balance as he pushed down. Just as his lungs were beginning to scream out, she slowly let go of the kiss, smiling as the line of spit connected her lips to his own.

“Not so bad, Mr. Kirstein,” she mumbled, her hand reaching up towards him, her thumb stroking his cheek.

Jean smiled, grabbing her hand, and laying a couple of kisses on it, “only learned from the best,” he said back, giving her one last kiss on her hand before standing up fully.

You gagged, looking away from the two of them, “ew, keep your lovey-doveyness away from me.”

His wife rolled her eyes, fulling face you once again, “you could get like me, you know. With you know who.”

You shook your head, grimacing “would rather work in the mines before I do that.”

Jean glanced between his wife and his friend, shaking his head before taking a huge gulp of lemonade. He needed to get back to the horses and cattle soon. A long day ahead of him after all.

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