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#26 for the Cassian thing where reader is an IC member too and maybe them and Cassian have been seeing each other in secret for a while but Cass doesn't wanna tell anyone yet because he doesn't wanna mess up the dynamic or make things awkward for the rest of them but then all the stuff happens and Nesta comes along and reader's just sad and pissed because they're worried Cass is in love with Nesta now and secret plot twist oh no reader knows them and Cass are mates but it hasn't snapped for him yet so reader is losing it inside but obviously they can't tell any of their closest friends because Cassian still wants it to be a secret

even if you don't want to write this I hope you're having a great day/night ✩

Forever Tied - Cassian x Reader

Hello hello 🥰

The original prompt list I reblogged has disappeared for some reason so now I have no idea what #26 actually was but I did my best with the request you sent me so hopefully this still works, sorry Anon! I've made it extra long to make up for it!

Hope you enjoy!

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Rhys was trapped Under the Mountain and there was nothing you could do to help. You had crumbled upon hearing his voice in your mind that last time, having no idea what this meant for your friend, your court, or even for Prythian. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen to your knees until a familiar, warm body had knelt next to you and pulled you into their shaking arms.

Cassian had been in the city centre of Velaris when he had heard, all plans for the day disappearing as the realisation of what had happened hit him full blast. Without thinking, he flew back to the House of Wind, unable and unwilling to process this alone. Although, subconsciously, there was really only one person he wanted to be with in that moment. Azriel would have distanced himself upon hearing the news, Amren was at her apartment, and Mor was at the town house, leaving only you in the House of Wind.

He stumbled in his rush as he landed on the balcony and raced inside. His heart broke even further at the sounds of muffled sobs that echoed towards him. In a blind haze he followed the sounds and found you on the ground, as though your legs had completely given out, unable to bare the weight of what had occurred. Without thinking, Cassian was beside you, pulling you into his arms as he rubbed soothing circles across your back, despite the way his own hands shook as tears threatened to burn at his eyes.

Your breathing eventually evened out, the only trace of your tears were the tracks along your cheeks and the redness of your eyes. Turning in his arms, you looked up at Cassian as though only just properly noticing that he was the comforting, warm presence that brought you back from your distressed state.

“We have to do something,” Your voice was a croaked whisper, “I know he said he put up a shield, but there has to be something we can do to help.”

The shaky inhale of Cassian’s breath told you enough. He didn’t think there was anything that could be done. Truthfully, you didn’t either.

You looked at your friend in awe as a singular tear streaked down his face, followed by another, and another. In all the centuries you had been friends, the sight of the male in front of you crying was one you had very rarely witnessed.

“Cass,” You lifted a hand to his face, gently brushing away his tears. Cassian was always the one who held everyone and everything together, and if this was the one time he openly showed he needed someone else to keep from falling apart, you would more than willingly be that person for him. “It’s going to be okay, alright? We’ll figure something out. And Rhys… well, it’s Rhys. He’s going to be just fine.”

The watery smile you gave him didn’t quite meet your eyes, the expression quickly replaced with alarm as Cassian’s breathing quickened, eyes screwed shut as though trying to compose himself. This you had never seen. Cassian completely losing control, his body shaking against yours as sobs escaped his throat.

“He’s gone,” The strangled sound that came from him had your heart splitting in two. “Amarantha, she will…she’s already…” He couldn’t seem to find the words, or couldn’t bear the thought of saying what was running through his head with Amarantha being involved.

“We’ll get him back.” You soothed, hands reaching up as you guided his head into the crook of your neck, fingers running through his dark wave of hair.

But he wasn’t calming, if anything, Cassian found himself spiralling further and further out of control, the emotions and the ‘what ifs’ sending him into a state of panic where even your comforting presence could do nothing to sooth his hyperventilating breaths, the tears, and the shaking that racked through him.

“Cass?” You pulled back, trying to force him to look at you. “Cassian? Hey, I need you to open your eyes, just focus on me, okay? There you go. Now just take in one deep breathe, alright? Just one, that’s all I need you to do. Okay, and again. You’re alright. We’re alright.”

Cassian’s hazel eyes stared into yours as you talked him through his breathing, your hands soothingly moving up and down his arms as you knelt in front of him and offered a comforting smile as you watched his panic slowly ebb away.

“Y/N, I—" Cassian started, eyes wide as he gulped and continued staring at you. Before you could blink or react in anyway, he was surging forward; one hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, the other was gently placed on your thigh, and then his lips were hurriedly pressed against yours. You stilled and tensed in his grasp, it was all too much after everything else that had happened, but still… Maybe a distraction is what you both needed. So instead of pulling away, you leant into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him even closer, and kissing him back with such an urgency that a moan sounded in the back of his throat.

“Y/N,” he muttered against your lips, forehead resting against your own, his breath brushing across your face as it came out in heavy pants.

You just shushed him, also refusing to move too far away. “I know, it’s fine. Just a distraction.”

He looked at you for one more blink and then hungrily pressed against you, this time lowering you to the floor, his muscled body hovering over yours as you lost yourselves in the moment, desperate to forget what had happened and all that was yet to transpire.

*****

Afterwards, you lay on the floor next to one another in the, now dark, room. The combination of your heavy breathes were the only sounds that broke through the silence.

Cassian let out a sigh followed by a chuckle, “Well that was one hell of a distraction.”

You turned your head to look at him and let out a quiet, breathless laugh. Yes, it had been a momentary distraction but now what had happened to Rhys, to Prythian, hung heavy in the room. Cassian turned on his side, leaning up on one arm as he faced you, taking in your still flushed, blissed out expression that now had something akin to pain creeping across it.

“Hey,” He gently grabbed your hand and soothed his thumb across the back of it. “Like you said, we’re alright. And we will get him back.”

You nodded at him then pulled yourself up, tugging your shirt back on before throwing Cassian his discarded clothes.

“Come on, we should find the others. Try to figure something out.”

*****

And that was that.

There was no mention of what had happened between the two of you. No comment on the fact that it had been, without a doubt, and despite the current situation you found yourselves in, the best sex either of you had ever had.

No, even when it happened again three weeks later, and then one week after that, and four days after that, again, and again, and again, it remained an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That momentary distraction where you could lose yourselves in the pleasure of one another and forget about the mess you were left to deal with.

That was how it worked for the next few years. You and Cassian falling into a routine of comfort that you were unable, unwilling, to get from anyone else. You had no idea if the rest of the Inner Circle were aware of what was going on; in terms of your friendship, nothing had changed, there were just additional benefits that came with it now. It didn’t mean anything more.

That is, of course, until your routine had morphed into something that felt like it was on the precipice of something else.

The sex was just as mind-blowingly passionate, however, there were now some instances where it was a bit slower and less frantic, more whispered words and lingering touches. Where the two of you used to chat afterwards, an arm’s worth of distance between you as you slipped back into your normal friendship until the other one left to return to their own room, you now found yourselves wrapped up in each other’s arms, hands softly caressing skin until you both drifted into a restful sleep.

Which is where you now found yourself; wrapped up in Cassian’s arms as he softly snored against you, hand tightly holding onto yours and legs tangled together. You eased out of his grasp, careful not to disturb him and lent against the headboard with a sigh. Usually, you would wake the next morning, offer a small smile, then get on with your day, Rhys’ absence still a clear focus for you all. However, lately you had found yourself letting your mind drift more and more, especially in moments like these where Cassian was still beside you and the bubble you lost yourselves in was yet to be broken.

Each and every time you hated yourself for it, guilt taking over until you forcefully pushed the thoughts away, but you couldn’t help but think that, at some point, you all needed to continue your lives and break away from the standstill existence you had been in since Amarantha took over.

You would never say it out loud, but as the years went on, you had lost all hope of ever getting Rhys back. And if that were the case, and as much as you wished it weren’t, at some point you had to start living for yourselves again. Deep down, in the dark and quiet moments when you awoke and the house was fast asleep, you knew exactly what you wanted that life to look like.

You let out another sigh and looked at Cassian, softly brushing some stray hair away from his face and taking the time to really study his sleep-softened features. You hadn’t meant for it to get this far, but after centuries of friendship, and now the years of intimacy you had shared, the love you felt for Cassian had grown and taken form into a whole different avenue of affection. You were in love with him. You loved him and your heart ached at the thought of it because if you allowed yourself this one bit of happiness into your life, the solidarity and support that Cassian provided, then you couldn’t help but think of it as forgetting about Rhys and the torture he had been enduring whilst you were slowly and deeply falling head over heels with one of your best friends.

The worst part of it was that you were certain Cassian felt the same way about you. The way he held you and touched you, the words he whispered into your ear as you were both tangled, panting messes and then the dazed murmurings that were uttered into the silence afterwards, the longing glances he would give you when the others weren’t looking…

What had started as a desperate distraction and pure, physical need had grown into something so much more meaningful and intimate. And yet you both refused to acknowledge that it was anything other than sex as a means to cope with the instability in your lives.

“Hey,” You hadn’t realised Cassian had stirred, his gruff, sleep-filled voice tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Y/N?” Your expression pulled in confusion at the sudden worry in his voice as he sat up and grasped your hand. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

It wasn’t until his fingers were reaching up to brush away the tears on your cheeks that you realised you had been silently crying.

“I… I don’t know.” You said with a slight sniffle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cassian pulled you into his lap, your head resting on his chest as he pressed kisses to the top of your head and rubbed soothing patterns across your back. The unfairness of the situation had you stifling a small sob, Cassian’s embrace reminding you of exactly what you were missing.

“Want to talk about it?” He murmured into your hair, followed by another kiss.

Whether it was the build-up of emotions or your complete and utter exhaustion, you didn’t know and didn’t care. You sat up in Cassian’s arms, desperately looking for any form of confirmation that what you were about to say wouldn’t ruin everything, then took a deep breath.

“This…whatever this is between us, I can’t keep doing it. Not how it is now,” You were too caught up to notice the heartbroken expression that flashed across his face.

Cassian had willingly fallen into this arrangement and would happily continue to do so if it meant he could pretend, even for just a few hours a day, that you were his, and he was yours. There had always been a part of him that had been completely and utterly in love with you. And then when he found out Rhys had been trapped by Amarantha, his emotions had been a surging mess, so he acted on instinct and a selfish need for the upmost form of comfort and risked it all by kissing you. Now the thought that this one bit of joy he allowed himself was being ripped away, another thing he would be losing, sent his heart racing as he waited for the final blow of your words.

“It hurts too much.” You continued, looking down at your intertwined hands before pulling away.

Cassian looked up at you in confusion, “What hurts too much?”

“This. Us,” A shaky laugh escaped you as you gestured to the empty space between you, throwing all caution to the wind as you said, “I can’t keep pretending that this isn’t anything more than a distraction. Not when I have fallen so deeply in love with you that the thought of never…”

You were cut off by Cassian all but picking you up and kissing you with such passion that you couldn’t stop your toes from curling or the small whimper that escaped your throat.

“You love me?” His voice was breathless and gravelly, barely above a whisper. You opened your eyes, his forehead rested against yours, eyes squeezed shut as though trying to hold onto the moment.

“Yes.”

A joyful laugh sounded from him and reverberated through you as his lips found yours again, tongue trailing along your bottom lip before you parted them for him.

Your mind was racing yet you couldn’t form a coherent thought, pulling away in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

“Good.”

“Cass?”

“Good. Because I have loved you since we first met and I can’t lose you, not now.”

You grinned at him before pulling his face down to meet yours and slamming your lips to his. You had thought that maybe, just maybe, he had been starting to feel something that was more than friendship too. But the idea of him loving you for that long made your heart skip a beat and had butterflies fluttering up a storm in your stomach.

“I feel horrible,” You admitted, quick to clarify at the affronted look Cassian gave you. “It just feels wrong, like we’re betraying Rhys. We don’t…we don’t even know if he is alive, Cass. I want this, with you, more than anything. But it doesn’t feel right while everything is so…” You trailed off, unable to meet his gaze as Cassian watched you with a look of contemplation.

“So we don’t say anything. We can keep it between us, at least for now. We’ve gotten this far without the others asking questions. I love you, so much, and as much as I want everyone to know, I get what you mean. So we don’t say anything until we get him back. And we will get him back, I know we will. Alright?" You nodded; eyes wide as you grasped his calloused hands in yours.

“Besides, I basically sleep here every night anyway. Nothing will really change between us, just that I can now tell you and show you that I love you, instead of having to force the words down every time you so much as look at me.” A blush spread across your cheeks at his words and the wink that followed, but you didn’t care to hide it, instead simply giving him a dazzling smile that sent his heart racing.

He pulled you in for another kiss, murmuring “I love you” as he guided you back down onto the mattress.

“I love you too—" But a loud yawn escaped your mouth, cutting off the rest of your words and sending you into a small fit of giggles.

“Alright, we’ll continue this tomorrow,” Cassian now laughed with you. “Come on, it’s late. Get some sleep.”

You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his chest, the comforting and familiar scent had you drifting off in a matter of minutes.

*****

Cassian had been right, not a lot in your dynamic had changed over the years after that night, other than the giddying comfort of knowing that he was yours, and you were his. You weren’t foolish enough to think that the others hadn’t picked up on the slight shift, especially when Cassian had waltzed out of your room one morning only to come face to face with Azriel. You just assumed that they thought you were sleeping together, nothing more.

Then when Rhys returned, you had been, obviously, overjoyed. Not wanting to bombard him with too much on his first night back, you and Cassian had decided later that night once you were back in your room, to hold off on saying anything about your relationship until Rhys had settled back in.

Then everything else had happened.

The arrival of Feyre and her sisters. Hybern and the cauldron. The war and near fatal injuries spread throughout your tight-knit group. It was all too much.

You and Cassian had been discussing back and forth for months: do you tell them or keep hiding it. Ultimately, keeping your relationship secret is what you always landed on. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were just finding excuses at this point to keep yourselves in your happy little bubble when so much threated to burst it.

Initially, you hadn’t wanted to rub your relationship in Rhys’ face when he was so clearly pining after Feyre who wanted nothing to do with him. Then their mating bond clicked, and you didn’t want to take away or overshadow their happiness with your own. The threat from Hybern felt like you would be playing with fire; if the King of Hybern found out… it was too great a risk when your enemies could use it against you.

Between it all, you still found time to be together; not once did the love you felt for one another falter. But with each excuse, and with each passing month, the decision wore on you more and more.

And then Rhys asked Cassian to take on Nesta.

You felt for her, you really did, but the time and energy Cassian put into helping her had a pit forming in your stomach. At the end of each day, when you were tucked tightly into his chest and his sweet nothings were whispered across your bare skin, you felt silly for ever thinking that he was losing interest in you. Yet, that feeling lingered just that little bit longer with each passing day and with each moment spent away from him when he was, instead, occupied with her.

*****

You had been away in the Summer Court the night that Nesta had hallucinated about being back in the cauldron. After you finished reporting to Rhys upon your return the following night, he had told you what had happened with her silver flames and how Cassian had managed to bring her out of it. With worry for all of them, you got back to the House of Wind as soon as you could but couldn’t find Cassian, Azriel, or Nesta anywhere. It wasn’t until later when you were getting ready for bed that there was a knock on your bedroom door. What you didn’t expect was to find Cassian on the other side of it, you weren’t sure why he suddenly decided to start knocking on the door to the room you had shared for the past 50 years.

With a quizzical look you pulled him inside the room and lent up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips that had him instantly wrapping his arms around your frame to pull you in tighter against him.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your skin, trailing lingering kisses down your neck that had a soft moan escaping you.

“I missed you. Rhys told me what happened here, are you alright? Is Nesta?”

Cassian pulled back, pressing another kiss to your lips then the tip of your nose before grabbing your hands and leading you to the couch by the fireplace.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” You remained silent, your doubt erupting in you as you waited for him to continue with bated breath. “We moved her to a closer room, next door to our, your, room, so that if something like that happens again one of us will know straight away.”

Cassian pulled back slightly, studying your features as though waiting for a reaction. You expression remained impassive; you could feel the other shoe about to drop and wanted him to tell you without beating around the bush.

“But,” He sighed, lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss to it, “I think, just for now, at least until things calm down a bit, I should go back to sleeping in my old room.”

“No.”

“Y/N – “

“No, Cassian,” You were shaking your head at him, not caring if you sounded needy or whiny or any of it. “This is the only time we can just be us. It’s already hard enough with keeping it a secret from everyone, I can’t lose this.”

“We decided, together, to keep this between us, there’s too much going on. And I don’t think Nesta will appreciate hearing us through the walls…” You cut him off with a scoff.

“Are you fucking serious, Cass? Are you worried about everyone finding out, or are you worried about Nesta finding out?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I never get to see you because you’re always with her. And now, because of her again, everything that our relationship is needs to go on hold? It’s not fair that after 50 years all I get is a few hours at the end of the day and to be kept your secret from everyone we care about.” You spat the word, all your emotions and fears finally bubbling over, however irrational they may be, but you had had enough.

“Sweetheart, we agreed that it’s for the best that we keep this between ourselves – “

“Well, I don’t agree anymore, Cass. I don’t want it like this. And don’t condescend me.” Your voice had a sharp snap to it. You needed something. Needed something other than the heartbreak that you could feel fast approaching; and a fight sounded like the next best thing.

“I’m not being condescending,” You could sense Cassian’s temper rising. “You can’t suddenly be angry because you’ve changed your mind without saying anything to me. And Nesta has nothing to do with this, it’s for...”

But the rest of his words became a blur at the sudden, incessant tug that pulled at your chest; that pulled you towards the male in front of you.

He was your mate.

Cassian was your mate.

You couldn’t do this, not now when you were in the middle of a fight. Not when Cassian didn’t even seem to be aware – or seem to care, a small voice taunted – of what had just happened. You needed to get away from him, to calm down and think before it could get even more out of hand.

“Cassian, just… Whatever, it’s fine. I’m tired, so just go back to your room, okay? We’ll figure the rest out later. I’m just…tired.” You finished lamely, voice cracking slightly as you watched him look you over, his frustration still evident, before walking out and loudly shutting the door behind him.

You slumped down, holding your knees to your chest as the sobs began. You had thought, had hoped, that Cassian was your mate. But this wasn’t how it was meant to go. Not mid-fight, with him having no idea of the bond’s existence while telling you he no longer wants to share your bed.

Having been so caught up in your thoughts and the overflooding emotions, you missed the flickering of shadows that darted around you. Moments later there was another knock on your door. Wiping your eyes, you called out in a chocked voice, “come in,” assuming it was Cassian.

Instead, Azriel quickly opened the door, closing it just as fast, before taking in the sight before him and making his way over to you.

“Y/N?” You could only sniffle in response, gratefully leaning against his side when his arm wrapped around you. “You alright?”

You remained silent for a few minutes, focusing on Azriel’s comforting hand brushing up and down your arm as you worked to control your breathing and halt your tears.

“I’m fine.” Your voice was hoarse and not at all convincing.

“Want to try that again?” You sent your elbow into his ribs, making the Shadowsinger chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

With a sigh he asked, “This has nothing to do with the fact that Cassian is suddenly sleeping in his room for the first time in, what? 50 years?”

You gaped up at your friend in shock and at a loss for words.

“You knew?

“Of course I knew. I live here too, remember? As subtle as you might think you’re being, I’ve got these,” His shadows danced around, reminding you that it was stupid to even entertain the idea that Azriel wouldn’t know.

“Oh,” A fresh set of tears filled your eyes and you stared intently into the flickering fire.

“Can you please take me to the town house? I don’t… I can’t be here.” Despite the late hour, you knew he would do anything for you in a heartbeat. While you and Cassian had been friends for decades before anything more had happened, you and Az had been close from the start, instant friends as soon as you had met.

“Of course.”

He waited for you by your bedroom door as you pulled together a small bag of your belongings, not knowing when you would be back.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

You didn’t turn to give the room that held so many memories a final glance as you shut the door behind you and followed Azriel out onto the balcony.

*****

Thankfully, the town house was dark and empty when you arrived, giving you the space and silence to process your thoughts and feelings. You had thanked Azriel for flying you over and had said a quick goodnight before you walked inside and headed upstairs.

Sitting on your bed, you vacantly stared at the wall, lost in thought as the minutes ticked by. You jumped at the sudden dip of the mattress beside you, only to find Azriel sitting there fixing you with a look of concern, a steaming cup of tea extended towards you.

“Thanks,” You murmured, taking a sip and revelling in the slight burn as the liquid went down your throat. “I thought you went home.”

“Not yet. Didn’t want to leave you alone like this.” There was a beat of silence before, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,”

You let out a weary sigh, content on sitting in silence but your thoughts quickly became too much, and you found yourself blurting out, “He’s my mate.”

Azriel whipped around to face you, shock coating his features.

“What? They didn’t tell you?” You gestured to the shadows that skittered around him with a sad smile.

“For how long? I thought you were just sleeping together.” He trailed off, giving you an uncharacteristically sheepish expression as you let out a somewhat bitter laugh.

“It started that way, when Rhys…left,” You whispered, revelling in finally telling someone even though it may well be over. “It was a distraction from the shit show that was going on, but then it just kept happening.” Azriel remained silent, letting you talk.

“A few years in, I realised I had fallen in love with him,” you voice cracked but you kept going, “Then he told me he loved me too. Said he had for a while.”

Azriel chuckled lightly, “That’s an understatement. He was infatuated with you from the moment you met. I knew something was going on or something had at least happened when he suddenly stopped talking to me about you whenever you weren’t there.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks at his words, but with a look and a comforting squeeze of his hand, you let out a shuddering breath and continued, “That was five years into Rhys being gone, and we’ve been together ever since.”

“Five years into… But Y/N, how? That means for over 45 years, the two of you have been…” You sniffed as he put the math together and watched as his eyes widened at the realisation. “How come you never told us?”

“We felt guilty that we found some type of happiness together when Rhys was trapped – “

“He wouldn’t have cared. He would have been happy for you; for both of you” Azriel interjected.

“I know,” You smiled sadly, “But it just didn’t feel right. And then he got back, and everything with Feyre and Hybern happened – it was never the right time.”

You could tell he was still confused, hurt even, about the two of you keeping your relationship private for so long, but he didn’t push you.

“I don’t know how I missed it.” He said, seemingly to himself.

“You only half missed it,” You joked, nudging his arm to try to ease the tension in the room. “We tried to act the same, things were just different when we were alone.”

“When did you realise you were mates?” You inhaled sharply, your earlier fight rushing back to you.

“Tonight. We were arguing and I just felt this tug and knew. He doesn’t know – at least I don’t think he knows.” You voiced your doubts, the weight of them getting the better of you.

“If he knew, he would refuse to leave your side. It just hasn’t snapped into place for him yet.” You gave your friend an appreciative smile and lent your head on his shoulder.

“I’m so tired.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll come back in the morning to check on you. You’re alright here?”

“Thanks Az.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room; leaving you alone to finally mull over the fight, your emotions, and the fact that Cassian was your mate.

*****

“What’s up with you?” Mor plopped into the seat beside you, handing you a glass of wine that you gratefully took.

“Nothing,” You quickly murmured as the others traipsed into the dining room. You were aware of Cassian edging towards you and held in a sigh of relief when Azriel suddenly appeared in the seat on your other side.

It had been a week since you left the House of Wind to stay at the town house. A week since your fight with Cassian when you realised exactly what he was to you. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eye. Despite his best efforts to get you alone over the past few days, you conveniently managed to slip away every time. Tonight’s family dinner was the closest you had been to him all week, the realisation only making your longing for him even more dire – especially now that you were aware of that insistent tug that pulled you towards him.

Dinner was no different to how it usually went, except for the fact that you hardly said a word, opting to keep your eyes focused on the food in front of you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice that Cassian also didn’t utter a single word throughout the meal, the only difference between you both was that his eyes were fixed on you, not his plate.

You jumped up as soon as everyone had finished eating, wanting to help clear the plates so you could get out and go home as soon as possible, not wanting to prolong the night for any longer than it needed to be. Too bad for you, Cassian was acutely attuned to your movements and jumped out of his seat seconds after to help in a desperate attempt to have at least one moment to talk to you.

Filling the sink with hot, soapy water, you sensed, rather than saw, Cassian follow you into the kitchen, body tensing up as he silently walked to your side. You worked in silence, scrapping dishes, washing plates, drying, and putting away. Cassian’s eyes were fixed on you, brows furrowing further with every passing moment you continued to ignore him.

“Y/N,” His voice was quiet, unsure. So different to his usual tone that it had you involuntarily turning to face him. Your heart stammered in your chest, the longing and hurt and confusion that had been tearing you apart in your time away from him threatened to burst as you finally met his hazel stare. “Are you… Are we okay? You just left and I had to find out from Az that you’re staying at the town house and now you can barely even look at me.”

His words came out hurried, frantic, as though if he spoke any slower you would disappear. Guilt flooded you at the hurt you found in his eyes, but your anger was still very much present, the lingering fear of him choosing Nesta over you held too strong for you to succumb to those feelings of guilt.

“I just need some time.” Voice barely above a whisper, you inwardly cursed as your vision blurred over with tears.

“Time for what? Y/N I don’t know what’s going on–”

“You both okay?”

Neither you nor Cassian heard Azriel approach, both turning to gape at your friend who hesitantly stood in the doorway.

“Fine. Just fine.” You pushed past him on your way out, not giving Cassian a second glance as you entered the spacious loungeroom to say goodnight to everyone. A few moments later the pair walked in after you, you missed the loaded glances they shared, not privy to the hurried conversation they had after you left the kitchen where Cassian had all but begged Azriel to intervene, to allow him the chance to finally talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N?” You turned to look expectantly at Azriel. “Did you still need me to fly you up to the House of Wind for that book?”

“Oh. Yeah, if that’s alright?” In your rush to get away the night you left you had forgotten to pack the next book you had been planning to read.

“Does tonight work? If you’re just about to head off…”

“Sure, I was just going to go…home.” Your voice trailed at the end, willing the blush away as you kept your head held high. You felt as though you didn’t know what home was anymore.

“Great, Cassian was just about to leave as well. He’ll take you up there.” With a clap to Cassian’s shoulder, Azriel sauntered over to where Rhys and Amren were talking, brushing off their questioning glances as he pointedly ignored you, allowing no room for dispute.

“Oh…”

“Is that alright?” You tensed at Cassian’s voice, glancing over your shoulder to find his wary eyes on you. It wasn’t like you could say no, it was not alright, without making a scene. You would be having words with Azriel the next time you saw him; judging by the slight smirk he was wearing, he seemed to assume just as much.

“Erm, yes. If that’s okay?” Cassian simply nodded before gesturing to the front door and, after another quick goodbye to everyone, you found yourselves outside. Another fumbled moment, then you were held tightly in Cassian’s arms with the rush of the crisp night air and an uncomfortable silence engulfing you both as he flew you towards the House of Wind.

You couldn’t stand the awkwardness. It had never been like this between the two of you and you hated that this is what it had come to. The relationship you shared, whether that be friendship or more, it had always come so naturally. Now you were faced with a stilted, tense atmosphere, not quite knowing what to say or where you stood. Then there had been the fight. Sure, you had argued before, after decades of knowing each other, you were bound to come into some disagreements along the way. But you had never had a fight like this, where you had both been so riled up, fuming at the other to the point where you had both stormed away and then not spoken for days. You hated it.

So caught up in your thoughts, you missed the slight detour Cassian was taking you on, only noticing once you were placed back on your feet and found yourself in the middle of the training ring, rather than the usual balcony that led into the house itself.

“What…”

“We’re hashing this out. Right now.”

“You want to…fight?”

“What?” Cassian did a double take, as if just connecting the location with why you would think that. “No, I don’t want to fight. That’s the problem, we are fighting. This just seemed like the most private place to work things out.”

You eyed him hesitantly, not knowing what you wanted your next step to be, especially when the urge to wrap your arms around him and inhale the scent that was so him, the scent that had become home, was so strong.

“So, words or swords?” Your eyes snapped to Cassian as he fiddled with the one of the discarded swords you usually sparred with.

Words

You wanted words. To talk this all out and be done with it, whichever way that turned out to be. But then an image flashed across your mind; an image of Cassian standing up here with Nesta, hands guiding her into the correct form, fingers shifting along her own to straighten her hold on the blade…

Without a single word, you walked to where Cassian was and hauled your own blade up.

“Okay then.” There was a slight smirk on Cassian’s face as he followed behind you into the centre of the training ring. The quirk of his eyebrow was all you needed before you were moving towards him, swords meeting with a clash that pierced the night.

You didn’t think about the moves you were making, giving way to centuries of refined and well-practiced instinct. Cassian was stronger, you knew he would hold out for longer, but you were well matched for now. Both of your foreheads started to sheen in sweat, pants of exertion echoed alongside the clank and clash of swords, and as you moved around and against one another, you finally let out all of your pent-up emotions until you had nothing left.

“I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” You gasped before dropping the sword and falling to your knees, tears streamed down your face at the sudden emotional outlet. Cassian was by your side in an instant, his sword dropped to the ground in a ricochetting crash.

“Y/N,” His voice was alert, on-edge, eyes dancing over you as he tried to work out what was wrong. “Are you hurt?” The frantic tone now had sobs racking from your chest, shaking your head you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cried and cried and cried. Without a second thought, Cassian had his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he softly caressed your back and whispered soothing words into your ear.

He stayed silent, giving you the time and space to calm down and filter through your thoughts. Not once rushing you or demanding answers after a week of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, Cass. I’m so fucking sorry, for everything. I just…” At least you managed to get a few words out before you were overcome with tears once again. You weren’t sure what they were for at this point with so many thoughts and scenarios racing through your head: the fight, Cassian being your mate, Cassian getting close with Nesta, Cassian leaving you, Cassian leaving you for Nesta, and then you being forced to watch them be together, knowing you couldn’t stand the thought of him not being in your life, in whatever capacity you were granted.

“Shhh,” He soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he softly rocked you back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

With a deep breath, you nodded against his chest in an attempt to compose yourself. Noting in the position you were in, you could have laughed if you weren’t feeling so empty and deflated; this is how you had both gotten into this in the first place, all those years ago when you thought you would never see Rhys again – both of you with your arms around each other, crying and saying everything was going to be okay. Only this time, you weren’t so sure if the strength of your relationship would hold.

“Please, talk to me, Y/N. What’s going through that head of yours.”

You couldn’t take not knowing what was going to happen any longer. So with a final sniffle, you leant back, sitting on the ground beside him and pulling your knees up to your chest as you held your arms tightly around yourself.

“I don’t know where to start…”

“What about when you decided you wanted the others to know?” There was no malice in his voice, only gentle concern that prodded you to continue.

“I’ve always wanted the others to know,” You ignored Cassian’s slight indignation, “But it was never the right time, what with everything that was happening then, and everything that’s happened since. It felt like the right decision at the time, it felt safe. It was nice knowing that this was just for us when so much was going wrong. But I want to be with you outside of our room. I want to be able to hold your hand and walk through Velaris, kiss you in front of our friends, not pretend that you don’t mean the world to me, because you do Cassian.”

He remained quiet, letting you talk and giving you the space to get everything off your chest but the lingering presence of his hand drawing soothing circles across your back had you feeling grounded. “I love you and the thought of losing you has been tearing me apart.” You winced at the tremor in your voice, gaze fixed on the ground in front of you.

You didn’t dare mention the fact that you were mates. Not yet. He deserved the chance to properly say what needed to be said, without the cauldron’s interference tying him down if he did, in fact, want to leave.

“Why do you think you’re losing me?” Cassian’s voice was quiet and contemplative, as though processing everything you had said but not quite connecting the dots. The kiss to the side of your head had you inhaling a shaky breath and you forced yourself to will away the tears that threatened to spill.

“We’ve been so distant lately; we never get to see each other. And, look, I know it’s for Rhys, but I’m away all the time, and you’re always with Nesta. Then the other night when you said you didn’t want to share our room anymore, and that you were afraid she would find out… I don’t know, I guess it all just became too much.” You could feel his eyes on you but the blush burning your cheeks had you refusing to meet his gaze.

A moment later, Cassian softly said, “I never said I didn’t want to share a room with you, believe me, I want to spend every moment I can with you–” You made a noise of protest, but Cassian gently shushed you before continuing. “But Rhys and Feyre need Nesta to be okay and he’s given that job to me. I should’ve spoken to you about it first or explained it better when I said I was going to sleep in my old room. But you saw what Nesta was like before we got her up here, I didn’t think her seeing, or hearing, us together would be all that helpful – especially when she was using sex as a way to cope with everything.”

“Oh…” You felt stupid. Stupid and selfish and completely undeserving of the amazing, considerate male beside you.

“And,” Cassan continued with a playful nudge of his shoulder, “You have no idea how much I want everyone to know about us. No idea how hard it has been to not tell everyone that this amazing, brilliant, strong, kind female is mine. And just how hard it has been seeing other males so much as look at you without being able to say anything to them.”

You still couldn’t tear your eyes from the ground in front of you, but Cassian noticed the soft smile tugging at your lips.

“Cauldron, if you want, I can fly us back to the River House right now. We can tell everyone exactly what’s been going on, you can kiss me in front of all of our friends then we can go into Velaris, I’ll even let you hold my hand as we walk around.” Another playful nudge had you softly chuckling, eyes finally darting over to look at Cassian. Your heart faltered at the expression on his face, the complete love and adoration that laced his features as he watched you, his own mouth pulling into a smile at the laugh he managed to pull from you.

“Yeah?” Your voice was still slightly hoarse from your previous tears, but it was a touch lighter. You felt lighter.

“Yeah.” Cassian stretched his legs out in front of him, wrapping one arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, leaning back on the other.

Still, some doubt lingered. It couldn’t be this easy. Things were never this easy.

“So, you’re not going to leave me?” You couldn’t remember the last time you felt shy in front of him, and you hated yourself for asking, hated that he might think you weak, needy, pathetic – the words raced around, threatening to send you into a panic.

“Never,” That one word had you relaxing immediately. “You would have to force me to leave you, and even then… I’m not going aware, Sweetheart.”

You could have melted at his words. You swore you did as you leant against him, letting out a small sigh of relief, a breath you had been holding for days, weeks, months.

“Y/N?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the words whispered into your ear as his breath fanned across your skin. “Can I please kiss you now?”

You tilted your head up to face him, a small smile gracing your features as he slanted his lips over your own and you immediately felt as though you had returned home.

Pulling away all too quickly, your lips desperately chased his, only to receive a playful peck in response before Cassian was helping you to your feet.

“Come on,”

“Cass?” You laugh was laced with confusion, yet you followed him anyway, watching as he picked up the discarded sparring swords and placing them back alongside the others.

“What? We’ve got some news to share,” He stole another quick kiss as he laced your hands together.

“Now?”

“Yes now,” He mocked with a playful grin, “I don’t want to waste another moment, especially when it has you feeling as though–”

The abrupt stop to Cassian’s words had the smile slipping from your face as you took in his wide eyes and startled expression.

“Cassian, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N… You’re…” He let out a disbelieving laugh as he continued to stare at you, drinking in every feature, every miniscule detail and expression that crossed your face. Turning your head, you tried to look around for the cause of his sudden change in demeanour, only to be met with gentle, yet calloused, hands cupping your face, urging you to meet his gaze before his lips were pressed over yours again.

Despite the confusion, you gratefully accepted and leant into the kiss, relaxing as his arms draped around your waist and as you let your fingers travel up his neck before tangling into his hair. Cassian was breathing heavily when he pulled away, you could hear the pounding of his heart as he pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes remained tightly shut, the feel of his lashes fluttering across your skin sent your own heart fluttering in response.

Then he mumbled something incoherently; too quiet and smothered for you to even begin to comprehend.

“Hmm?” You asked, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Another murmur had you pulling away, eyebrows furrowing as you took in his dumbfounded expression and the way his eyes were still tightly shut. But there was now a smile tugging at his lips.

“Cass?”

“Mate. You’re my mate.” His eyes snapped open, revealing complete, utter joy as he stared at you with wonder and bewilderment.

Oh. Right.

“And you’re my mate.” At least you didn’t have to keep this to yourself any longer.

Cassian tilted his head as he processed your reaction and the way your lips spread into a soft, loving smile.

“You knew. You already knew.” Although his voice was laced with exasperation, his face held nothing but love and giddy excitement, eyes bright as he met yours. You sent a wave of affirmation down the newly linked bond, watching with joy as Cassian’s eyes lit up even further at the sensation. You knew you were grinning just as stupidly back at him when you felt a tug of your own filled with nothing but love.

The two of you stood there grinning and staring at one another as though seeing the other in a new light. Then you were both moving, arms a flurry as they desperately wrapped around the other, lips meeting in a loving and passionate kiss that only intensified with each tug that raced down the bond, igniting the need for more, so much more.

A gentle tap from Cassian and you were quick to jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms held you tightly against him. Through the kisses and moans and soft sighs, somehow Cassian found himself moving, walking the two of you to the door that would lead you inside and to your room.

“Wait,” You pulled back, gasping for air as you leant your forehead against his, legs still tightly wrapped around his middle. Cassian was panting just as heavily, waiting on your every move and word. “Kitchen.”

The suggestive grin he shot you went straight to your core, the feeling only amplified as he attached his lips to your neck. “I think I like where this is heading,” A soft moan sounded in the back of your throat as he tugged on your earlobe, then he was walking again, albeit very quickly, towards the kitchen, his lips back on yours.

“No, idiot,” Another moan had your breathless words halting immediately. “Food.”

Now Cassian pulled away, looking at you through the haze of love and lust, now tainted by a hint of confusion.

“Food,” You continued, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing along his jaw and returning the favour with a tug on his earlobe. “For the mating bond.”

You felt Cassian’s body tense against you, “You’re going to accept it?”

“Yes…” you said tentatively, not quite understanding the need for his question because what other answer was there?

The intensity in which he kissed you had him stumbling back a few steps, arms wrapping even tighter around you to keep you in his arms.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Your gaze softened as you took in his uncertain expression, as you felt it through the bond.

“No, I don’t know. I just thought… I mean, you’re… Do you really want to be tied to a bastard-born Illy…” You cut his words off with a sharp look and a deep kiss that conveyed exactly what you thought of what he had just implied. Then you were sending every ounce of love and affection that you could muster towards him, heart melting as his expression changed and with the way he looked at you whilst processing the raw, vulnerability of the emotions surging down the bond.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, barely more than a lingering peck before saying, “Please can you let me give you some food now? I’ve been keeping this in all week.”

“All week? You’ve known about this since…”

“It snapped during our fight,” You shrugged, not wanting to relive it now that you had finally reached this point.

It was Cassian’s turn to pull you into a tender kiss before you found yourself overwhelmed by the new sensation of his emotions landing right above your heart.

“I think we can hold off on telling the others for just a little bit longer.”

“I think you’re absolutely right,” You tapped his arm gently and he placed you back onto your feet. Lacing your fingers with his, you pulled him into the kitchen and made him take a seat while you went about putting a plate of food together.

“Besides,” You continued, suddenly remembering Azriel’s involvement, “Az already knows. So I’m sure the others have put the pieces together by now and will steer clear for a few days.”

“A few weeks more like.” You grinned at the slight growl in his voice and the hunger in his eyes as his gaze remained fixed on you.

“Here,” Your voice was almost breathless, stomach fluttering with excitement and nerves as you pushed the plate towards him. Cassian briefly glanced down at it then, with a look of well-honed restraint, he slowly stood and walked over to you, pulling you in for a kiss as he murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Without tearing his eyes away from you, Cassian reached across the table for the plate, eating everything on it as you remained transfixed on one another, basking in the feeling of the bond you shared growing stronger and stronger until, at last, everything felt as though it had finally fallen into place.

***** Thanks for reading 🥰

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #azriel acotar #rhysand acotar #cassian x y/n #marley writes

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beybaldes · 5 months

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Karma is the guy on AFC Richmond, coming straight home to me!

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent × gn!famous!reader (loosely inspired by Taylor swift and Travis Kelce)

summary: “kisses with a height difference” requested by two anons <33

an: okay you can actually thank the queen of my heart @onceuponaoneshotfanfic for my sudden (although potentially one night only we’ll see if I get my uni essay done lol) return because she reposted a celebrity prompt list and it got my mind whirring oops love you tally thank you for breaking my writers (and reading) block <33

“Hot.”

One simple word had sent your 68 million instagram followers into an absolute frenzy, and half of them, you were pretty sure, didn’t even know who Roy Kent was.

“‘So nice of them to put this football player on the map?’ They do know I was famous long before you ever were, right?” You only laughed as Roy grew more frustrated, allowing him to scroll through your Twitter account while you made the both of you some breakfast.

“Hey, maybe they have a point?” You tried to stifle your laughter, knowing Roy’s eyes would be sending daggers into your back, though only for a moment so he could continue winding himself up over the things people were tweeting. “I mean Richmond tickets have now sold out for the rest of the season.”

Roy knew you were only joking. Well, kind of. The two of you had been together for just over a year now, recently celebrating your one year anniversary, but besides the odd article about each of you potentially seeing someone, no one knew you were together - let alone that you even knew each other. Keeley had been blowing up Roy’s phone since she saw the comment demanding to meet you, her favourite superstar, and you’d woken up to 37 missed calls from your dad, furious you hadn’t told him you were dating Chelsea legend Roy Kent.

Above everything, you’re still in disbelief Roy tried to hard launch your relationship in the comment section if your most recent instagram post on a random Tuesday evening.

“Hmm, and I’m sure your next tour is going to sell out 10 times faster now the world knows you’re with the great Roy Kent.” Roy had given up on reading tweets speculating about what his comment meant and if the two of you were together, instead choosing to press his bare chest agains your back, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you finished up breakfast. Fortunately you knew, Roy Kent or not, your next tour was going to sellout. Though you’d rather have Roy be by your side for it.

“Maybe if I’m lucky.” Putting down your fork, you turned in Roy’s hold to face him, standing on the very tips of your toes to press a lovingly slow kiss to his lips. Since dating Roy, you were certain early mornings were for breakfasts that take too long to cook and kisses that end too soon for your liking. Roy’s grip on you tightened and he dipped his head slightly, making the kiss as easy on you as possible. When you began to pull away, he only ducked his head further to press his lips back against yours. “Mmm, although I’d already consider myself very lucky.”

“That you are.” Roy murmured against your lips, immediately pressing them flush against yours when he’d said his piece. “And so am I.”

an: okay short and sweet but I’m hoping to get back in to writing and get up to date with my requests now that I’m settled at uni and with my new job. Missed you guys hope you all are well <33

#beybaldes writes !!#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#ted lasso x reader #roy kent x reader #roy kent one shot #roy kent imagine #another banger another banger by onceuponaoneshotfanfic from tumblr.com

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foreveralbon · 10 days

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lay all your love on me - cl16

in which you’ve never been one to tie yourself down, but charles might be the only man who can change that wc: 2.3k brief content warnings: jealous reader, oblivious charles, reader is a someone who sleeps around but you try to become a better person for charles’ sake, charles also sleeps around but they aren’t in an active relationship

this request was sent in, i think around late february, and i am so so sorry to the anon who sent in it because it's been so long that i’ve lost the actual request. but basically it was just the prompt "lay all your love on me" by abba + charles leclerc, so here you go, nonnie!! it probably didn’t go the way you were anticipating but it didn’t go the way i was planning on it either tbh

It’s difficult, you won’t lie, to live the kind of life you lead. There’s only so many strangers you can kiss and so very little hearts you can break. Committing to a relationship - to just one person - has never been for you, and you’re not sure it ever will be. You’ve always liked your freedom far too much to throw it all away for just one man, and the nights you spend with pretty nameless men prove that.

For most people, too many men make it complicated - they get attached too easily. One kiss and they’re practically addicted to you. Returning to your doorstep the next night, drooling, begging you for another taste. Just one more taste and they swear they’ll be gone. Each of them are worst liars than the last.

To you though, the chase is exhilarating. The more you give, the more desperate they become. Flowers, chocolates, love-sick messages, grand gestures, all in an attempt to woo you over. As sweet as it may be - well, sweet for you at least, because nothing is better than free expensive chocolate - you revel in their eventual defeat. After all, you almost always got what you wanted - a relationship with no strings attached, more attention than you could’ve ever asked for and you didn’t lose anything worthwhile in the process.

What you’d never expected though, was for the roles to switch.

But God, just one night with Charles and you were fucking hooked. Reduced to nothing but a mere beggar, seeking for his attention, ready to eat crumbs from his bare hands if that was all he was willing to give you.

Eventually, one night turned into two turned into a week turned into days on end spent holed up in Charles’ room.

Three months later and it still isn’t enough. You crave more than just sex. You want him, in all the ways imaginable.

Charles with his scruffy morning hair and sleep-ridden rasp. Charles, who slips a shirt of his on your naked body in the mornings he has to leave so that you don’t wake up cold. Charles, who’s set out a cup of coffee for you every day you’ve woken up beside him so far. Charles, who’s sat by your side for hours on end, listening to you blabber away with nothing but open ears and a sparkle in his eye. Charles, who’s fallen asleep in your arms far too many times to count now. The first time it happened you decided that you’d never fall asleep any other way again.

Charles, who’s become a far greater friend than fuck buddy, someone you trust and care about. Hell, he’s become someone you can imagine yourself loving.

Truthfully, realistically, it might not happen.

Because Charles sticks the unspoken agenda people like you have always lived by. Fuck around for a few weeks, don’t get attached.

Now you’ve gone ahead and placed half your heart in the hands of a man who’d probably rather sooner be holding another woman’s waist.

Your worry, however unwarranted it may seem, is confirmed one sunny morning, when a rustle from the corner of Charles’ room wakes you up.

“Good morning, cherie.” He says, shrugging the waistband of his pants up his hips. His white bedsheets fall from over your shoulders, bunching at your waist as you sit up, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. The side of his bed that you’ve claimed for yourself has started to smell strongly of your perfume and, mixed in with Charles’ cologne, it’s a smell that you’ve quickly grown accustomed to.

A quick glance at the clock beside you reads 7am, far earlier than either of you have been up in a while. You don’t miss the fact that there’s no steaming cup of coffee by your side. “Morning, Cha. Where are you going?”

There’s a brief pause from him before he clears his throat and mutters, “I was planning on meeting Alexandra.”

Oh. “Alexandra, the girl you were seeing earlier?” Before me?

His voice is muffled as he tugs his shirt over his head and down his toned stomach but you can clearly make out his confirmation. He moves to his dresser, rummaging through the drawers to find a belt.

An inexplicable noise emerges from your throat, confusion creeping over your features. There’s a wave of nausea that passes over you at the thought of Charles with another woman. You’d rather swallow a box of nails if it meant you didn’t have to think about Charles with someone else other than you.

“Really?”

Charles stops his searching for a moment, back straightening to turn to you. “Yes. Is there something wrong with that?”

“I mean, you’ve been spending a lot of time with me, I didn’t realise that you might want to see other people. I wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“Do you not want me to see her?” His face is scrunched adorably, skepticism lining his voice as he tries to make sense of your point. He rounds the bed to stand by you, palm resting on your head as he entangles his fingers through your hair. On any other the day, the gesture would be sweet, intimate. But now, you lean away from his touch. He doesn’t seem to take notice of it though.

“Not really, no.” The truth is blunt from your lips and Charles rears away, taken aback. It wasn’t the answer he was expecting and it’s not something he has a planned answer to either.

He coos softly. “It’s alright. I’m just meeting with her. Chatting. I’ll be back in the afternoon, and if you’re still here, we’ll have some lunch and I’ll be yours for the night.”

You nod reluctantly but uncertainty is still etched deep into your features. His promise cuts far too deep - a compromise really.

“I’m not looking to bring her home,” Charles reassures you, and you just swallow down all the words you want to say. “I like this version of us. It’ll be good for however long it lasts.”

This version of us as if it’s not the farthest thing from what you want you and Charles to be. Good as if it won’t leave you heartbroken by the end. But who’s to blame if not yourself?

It’s when he hooks his finger under your chin to press his lips against yours in a sweet goodbye kiss, that it takes everything in you to not pull him back down into bed with you, trap him there for as long as humanely possible. The only way you’re sure you could ever truly have him.

—

Charles, you quickly come to realise, is someone who keeps his word.

He’s home past midday, just as he said he’d be. He walks through his apartment door, jacket hanging loosely off his arm, and he calls out your name. Charles makes a beeline for the kitchen, and water splashes into the sink as he fills a glass for himself.

“Here!” You say back from your position on the couch, tilting your head back to take a good look at him. A flashed smile from him in your direction is more than enough to stop you in your tracks, make you weak at the knees.

The first thing you notice about him is the faint smudge of red that looks like it’s been rubbed off his cheek.

His already mussed up hair sticks up in all the wrong places, indicative of someone running their hands through it. His shirt is bunched up at the front, like someone spent a good while grabbing onto it.

You can feel the blood drain from your face, leaving you lightheaded at the image of Alexandra touching him in the same way you’ve been doing for so long now.

“Hi, chérie.”

“Good time?”

“Yes. We just talked. Caught up. I might see her again soon, I’m not sure yet.”

The words strike deep, like they’re arrows aimed straight at your heart. Charles clocks the change in your demeanour almost immediately, the way your face falls and your body tightens in on itself.

“Chérie,” he says softly. He drops down onto the couch beside you, wrapping his arms tight around your torso. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck and presses a kiss to your temple. The act is far too sweet, far too familiar for people with a relationship of your nature. “Is everything okay? You’ve been so down since we spoke this morning.”

“What changed, Charles? We were so fun together.”

“But that’s all this has ever been, no? Just for fun. Those other girls are just there, you’re the one that’s been here the longest and for good reason too. Because I like you more than them.”

He speaks with a tone of finality, one that gives you room to talk but without discussion.

“I don’t want to think about those girls with you. Anything you want, I’m here. If you need to talk, if you want someone to complain, I’m here.”

If you want someone to love, I’m here.

The words linger unspoken on your tongue, but when he smiles appreciatively, purposefully ignoring everything you’ve said, and when the trajectory of his hand slowly changes from your head to your waist and his lips trail kisses down along the side of your face and neck, you decide that you’ll just take what he’s willing to give you.

—

You’re not sure how you made it to the same club as him, but the second you step in, there’s a chill that runs down your spine despite the multitude of sweaty bodies surrounding you. You’d both agreed to stepping back for a few days - rather, Charles’d insisted on it after your attitude had apparently worsened.

Flashing lights and thumping music makes it hard for you to make out it his figure but the second his head tilts to look at the girl he’s talking to properly, you know it’s him.

He stands so close to her that you’re sure she can smell his natural scent beneath his cologne. Can she smell the remnants of you on him?

It’s as though your gaze has burned holes in the side of his head because one second his eyes are trained on the girl in front and the next, his focus shifts to you, wincing at your pained expression. He raises his arm and at first you think he’s about to excuse himself. But then he’s pulling her closer into his body, guiding her deeper into the crowd.

It’s stupid the way you immediately trail after him, manoeuvring your way through the crowd in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of him.

But suddenly he breaks away from her and you’re standing lost in a crowd of strangers. It lasts for a barely moment because you can feel him sidle up to you seconds later, his chest brushing up against your back as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“What are you doing here?”

You whirl around to talk to him, your faces so close that all it would take is for someone to bump into you for your lips to touch. “Tough finding someone out here, huh?”

He just sighs and turns his head the other way. “This again?”

You don’t miss the way that he doesn’t call you by your name, or chérie or the fact that he doesn’t even address you at all.

“Do you want something from me? I thought we agreed to do our own stuff tonight.” At that, his eyes dart over the girl he was talking to, who acknowledges you both with a flirtatious flick of her fingers.

“Come on, Charles. I can be the one for you,” you finally blurt out. The admission feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders but a groan from Charles is like the whole ocean has come crashing down on you.

He shakes his head. “What am I meant to do? Let myself fall in love with you, just so that you can leave me for the next bed like you do to everyone? No, thank you. If that’s an option for you, it’s one for me too.”

“You don’t need to waste your time with other girls, I’m right here.” The words leave your mouth faster than your brain can register what you’re even saying. Charles watches you with a pained look on his face, half-tempted to tell you to stop. “I’m a better person now. I haven’t touched another man, I haven’t thought of another man since I’ve been with you. I know everything about you. The way you like your coffee, the show you like to watch before bed even though you tell all your friends that you think it’s weird and you’d never watch it. I know that you give me your favourite shirts to wear - you always used to wear them around before we started this… this thing and now, I haven’t seen you wear them once.”

Charles murmurs your name softly, barely audible on his lips and you feel just about ready to cry of frustration if he’s not hearing you.

“These girls don’t care about you. They don’t want you. I know you better than these girls do and I’m sure as fuck that I could love you a whole lot better than they ever could, Charles.”

There’s a slow hurt that seeps through you, acid bubbling deep in your tummy. It traps your body in its fiery burn and for a moment you’d gladly let it take over you if it means you can finally lie in this grave you’ve dug for yourself.

“Love me.”

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deathbyathousandspiders · 28 days

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So imagine a fic based off the song "boy in the bubble" by Alec Benjamin where reader gets in a fight on the way home from school the one time she doesn't walk with Peter. Preferably have her father be Tony Stark and he'd take place of the mother in the story.

first, i wanted to say that i loved writing this and i love song prompts :) i hope you enjoy this !!

second, i want to apologize to the anon who told me i better not disappear for months because oops–

WARNINGS (18+ MDNI) — hurt reader, mentions of blood, mentions of pain/wounding, swearing.

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Typically, stepping into your downtown apartment on a Friday evening would be more exciting for you. It meant that your week of stuck–up students and nerve–wracking tests could be long forgotten. It meant that you had the weekend to live freely from academic cages. At the beginning of that day, you would’ve thought today would be like any other Friday; with Peter accompanying you and your father for dinner like every week.

But Peter didn’t walk back with you.

Your tired limbs ripped from the floor with every step, hobbling out of the elevator with as much grace as you had room to carry. That room was slim, making space for the array of bruises and blood tainting your clothing. You carried the last bit of dignity you could, and tried to replace the sinister words spat at you from your attacker:

“What a weak, pathetic excuse for a Stark.”

See, till now, you’d been grateful to be excused from the attention and popularity that accompanied your title. You didn’t care for followers or anything that catered to your birthright. Your father was your best friend, and you were lucky to be a Stark just to have his light in your life. However, there were some who weren’t like your classmates or peers — people who hated the Stark name, and wouldn’t rest until the family name died at their hand.

Tonight, you’d met the first of who knows how many. The thought alone sent a serpent–like shiver down your body.

And Peter wasn’t with you.

The fumes of Tony Stark’s cooking filled your senses as you limped further into your family room. You consciously knew you were late for dinner, but the pain throbbing throughout your body put that knowledge on the back burner. The sunset was just beyond the apartment windows, and it made you wonder whether Peter had beaten you to your own house or not. It was 6:48 after all, he was bound to be there.

You’d nearly forgotten that the subtle ping of the elevator doors announced your arrival. You heard your dad set down his spatula. “You kids are late.” He greeted, hollering from the kitchen. “I hope you two didn’t stop for Delmar’s on your way back!” You processed the undertones as your knees gave out, left hand pressing into the top of the sofa back.

White knuckles gripped onto your couch as you tried to gain your balance, wincing through gritted teeth. Your right arm remained hugging your abdomen, palm pressed onto a sore–spot on your torso. Every fiber in your body ached for some sense of relief. To sit down. You were a bit too stubborn for your own liking, trying to hike up the steps and get to your room without being spotted—

“Jesus Christ!” Your father cried from the archway of the dining room. You heard his hurried steps across the hard–wood flooring, almost too nervous to meet his eyes. He made his way over quickly, and the first thing you noticed through your periphery was the ‘kiss the cook’ apron he kept tied around his waistline. “Kid, what the hell happened?” Your dad crouched down beside you, finally locking eyes with you.

The cold air hitting your eyes made you realize just how quick the tears were welling. You swallowed the lump in your throat, whether it was sobs or embarrassment or dried blood from thrown punches. “I was jumped.” Your bottom lip trembled a bit before you mustered the words out.

Your dad scanned over your body, eying just how tattered your clothes were, and how much blood painted your outfit. His eyes glistened with a parental look— a look shimmering with something mixed of worry and sadness and anguish and apology. “And Peter wasn’t with you?”

That confirmed that your best friend, in fact, had not beaten you to your apartment.

And for some reason, it made things all the more worse. Your jaw clenched a bit, both of concern and frustration. Disappointment nagged at the corners of your lips as you shook your head. “No, he said he’d meet me here later.” Your imagination got the best of you, replaying your evening but if Peter actually had been with you. The thought alone made you shutter. “But it was probably for the best.”

“Did he say what he was doing?” The look in his eyes said something that he wasn’t communicating. They said something unspoken that made you feel like there were things that you weren’t being told.

You ignored it, feeling a surge of pain in your abdomen. A quiet hiss fought its way up your throat. “He didn’t. But it’s fine.” No, it wasn’t. “Peter can’t throw a punch to save his life.”

A laugh actually left your father’s lips. “You’d be surprised.” He muttered, his tone speaking the same tongue that his eyes were. There was definitely something that you didn’t know, but your intuition couldn’t place its finger on what.

It wasn’t your fault that you were oblivious to your best friend’s vigilante status. You were kept in the dark about what web–slinging activities Peter Parker kept behind closed doors. Tony and Peter kept it secret that you were best friends with Spider–Man. They hadn’t let the news slip yet, and Tony wasn’t about to. They both agreed it was in your best interest to keep you safe.

Apparently, their efforts weren’t enough.

Your eyebrow rose, trying to cut through the bullshit. “Are you kidding, Dad?” You asked, maintaining eye contact as your father rose from his crouched position beside you. “It’s Peter Parker we’re talking about here. He wouldn’t even kill a fly.”

Tony’s hands creased his hips, shoulders shrugging gently with his response. “I don’t know, hon. He told me May had him take Karate years back.” He didn’t leave time for a response as his eyes trailed back down to the developing bruises along your arms. Seeing the crusting crimson on his daughter’s body was a sight that made him lose his appetite. “I’ll go grab my medical kit. You’re lucky that Pepper taught me a thing or two before she got promoted.”

The room fell quiet as Tony put pause on dinner and soon rushed back over with a first–aid kit. You didn’t want to stain any furniture, so you managed to sit on a wooden coffee table until you were given further instruction.

It didn’t take long before your mind wandered off to worry about Peter, and what could be keeping him so long. He did tell you before you’d parted ways that he’d join you guys for dinner? Right? You swore that he told you he’d be there by 6:30, and even you were late. Thinking back to the details made you recall some harsh memories. Your wounds throbbed at the recollection of how they came to be, and the blood that was shed, and the words that were spat…

“What a weak, pathetic excuse for a Stark—”

“We should call Bruce.” Your dad’s voice of concern and reason brought you back to the moment. All you could do was stare. You hadn’t noticed that he’d started to examine your wounds, or just how defeated and pained for you he was.

The look made your stomach twist at the insults your own self–critic threw back at you.

Before you knew it, you were standing up, choking back a wince, fighting against yourself. “No! No– it’s just a few scratches. It’s fine.” Was it? Even though the pain was searing, and you wobbled as you stepped to the bathroom. Clearly your father was overreacting. He had to be. You weren’t weak.

Tony followed your footsteps, treading close behind in case you were to trip. “Hon, I’m serious! You look like you went through a paper shredder!”

You looked at him with a grimace, disbelief shone in your eyes. Almost as if he were calling you pathetic. “Don’t make it so intense! I’m sure it’s—” You halted. Everything froze. The air sucked right back into your lungs at the sight of your bloodied figure in the mirror. Flicking on the light, you couldn’t breathe.

The color palette that covered your body could’ve painted an entire canvas worth; the shirt you wore was hanging onto your shoulders with two threads and a miracle, not to mention the slashes at the thighs of your jeans. You’d nearly forgotten that your attacker had such a thick knife until you saw it— saw yourself. A shiver snaked down the length of your spine, leaving a splintering chill behind it.

It wasn’t until Tony turned off the bathroom light that you’d realized you were staring at yourself. He carefully grabbed your hand, leading you back into the living room. “We don’t have to call Bruce, but can I at least clean you up a bit?”

You didn’t have the words to respond to him. A nod was all you could muster before he sat you back down at the coffee table. “Should I– uh.. Should I shower first?”

Tony shook his head beside you. “Until I figure out if you need stitching, no.” He went to investigate the damage, but hesitated, trying to navigate an approach. “Sweetheart? You decent enough to take your shirt off? I could grab you a blanket if that would help–”

But before your dad finished his thought, you went to try and peel off your shirt. It was a lot more difficult than you thought. Painful, too. You were cold and hot and sweaty and sticky and pins and needles dug their way into your limbs each time they moved. You were grateful your dad didn’t even pause before assisting you. He grabbed his medical scissors, snipping off the sleeves of your top.

You and your dad were really comfortable with one another, so this didn’t bother you. You were more blinded by the burns and the harshness to each ache and blemish coating your limbs and torso. Daggers upon daggers of pins and needles sunk into your flesh, yet it hurt you the most to know that you had to present yourself so battered and bruised to your dad. It made you feel so…useless. So…pathetic.

A minute of silence passed, filled with nothing but pity and the sear in your eyes, holding back tears. You wanted to be strong. You needed to be strong. Showing weakness would mean that your attacker was right. Your throat burned, swallowing hard and pushing back your damaged narrative. The feeling of how feeble you felt.

The subtle ping from the elevator made your blood run cold. Your head snapped up to look at who entered the apartment, eyes wide and teary when they met the pair of Peter Parker. And the second he jogged out of the elevator, he stopped dead in his tracks. He gasped quietly, staring back at you with the same gaping eyes.

You didn’t see the way Tony glared at Peter from beside you, but you felt the way he’d stopped inspecting you. Peter walked closer, taking cautious steps as he minimized the distance. “What happened?” His voice was gentle, perhaps because he noticed the tears coating your cheeks.

Wiping your eyes, you realized your hands were trembling. Your whole body shook from the endured trauma, and you shivered like you were in the midst of a blizzard. Had you been shaking that whole time? You didn’t have time to overthink it. You felt like you were being whisked away into a whirlwind of panic.

Tony stood up, his expression crossed with some unspoken irritation. “I need to finish dinner.” His words were short. “Kid, could you help patch her up? She mainly just needs disinfectant.” There was no room for response from Peter before your father started walking. You didn’t see him leave, but you felt the gentle kiss he placed on your head before he left one final comment with Peter:

“And you and I are going to have a talk later.”

You weren’t sure what was going on with the two. Quite frankly, you weren’t sure what was going on in general. Shaking like this, being emotional like this, it was far from anything you were used to.

It felt like you were being violated, forced open, naked— and that wasn’t just because you were without a shirt. You felt exposed, and you couldn’t hide anymore. There was nowhere you could go and nothing you could do to shield from the fact that you were vulnerable right now.

Peter sat in front of you, kneeling so that you could see him. So that he could see you. “Hey..” His voice got soft, gentler, and somehow it broke you. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth to try and stop the way it shuttered. Metal lingered on your tongue and your throat felt hollow and thick with the cries you held back. But Peter was your best friend, and he knew you.

He knew how stubborn you were with your own emotions, and how guarded you kept yourself from showing that part to other people. He knew that you couldn’t hide forever, either. And maybe he’d figured that out when his right hand went to cradle your face, and the tears finally washed away the walls you’d been keeping up.

Somehow seeing him safe was your undoing. The downfall of the avalanche you’d been hobbling in attempt to support, but you couldn’t seal the dam anymore. The relief of knowing that Peter was unharmed, the ease to all your worries, it made you forget why you’d been trying to stop your tears in the first place.

Your body broke out into violent shivers the second you let it, and your shoulders shook with every sob. Peter didn’t say anything. He merely took you into his arms and held you to him, careful not to press against any wound. It terrified you to think about what would’ve happened had Peter walked home with you, unbeknownst to you that he probably would’ve protected you from any of this happening in the first place.

It took you a minute or two to cry it out before Peter set you back on the coffee table. It seemed effortless to pick you up, and that made you realize just how strong he was. Your dad was right, Peter did surprise you.

Peter knew exactly how to mend these kinds of wounds, too. Where did he learn? It might always be a mystery. Still, it came in handy now. He draped his zip–up jacket over your shoulders, before dabbing a cloth of rubbing alcohol against every cut on your torso. He was so focused. Tensed jaw and creased eyebrow, not wavering for a second until you gained the courage to ask him a question. You took a shaky breath.

“Peter?” You murmured, immediately grabbing his attention. Peter glanced at you, the cold glisten in his focused stare began to thaw when he did. He took a breath, perhaps needing to be broken from the train of thought he’d started to entertain. With his attention, you took another breath, nervous.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the coffee table with white knuckles. If you’d been any stronger, maybe you’d broken the table, or even your fingers. “Do you.. think I’m–” You had to suck in another chunk of air just to muster out that taunting, despicable word. “Weak?” Even in your efforts to say it straight, your voice broke in an instant.

Without a beat, his eyes met yours again and he stopped everything he was doing. “Weak?” He repeated back. “No.” The word was so instantly rejected, you’d almost felt stupid bringing it up in the first place. “You’re so far from weak, Y/N. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Your hands went to hide your face, too ashamed of how quickly you broke before him. From the solitude behind your fingers, you couldn’t see the way Peter also broke at the words. He wasn’t sobbing as you were, but he couldn’t help the sulking of his shoulders. Peter truly blamed himself for this. Setting down the rag, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrists. “Anyone who thinks you’re weak is blind to who you are. That, or they’re idiotically stupid.” He spoke softly, pulling your hands from your face.

“You’re the most courageous person. The amount of bullshit you put up with, and the reporters you call out– Fuck, I can’t even imagine walking away from a fight like you did tonight..” His words of endearment warmed your heart. “You’ve seen the unthinkable, are still going, and you think you’re weak?” He shook his head. “Impossible.”

You and Peter stared for a beat or two before he stood up, carefully helping you to your feet. “I think you’re all set to shower. Do you want me to walk you upstairs?”

Taking a breath, you took Peter’s words to heart. You got this. “I think I’ll be okay.” Ignoring the shakiness in your voice, you took paces to the stairwell. “If I’m not back in thirty, you have permission to make sure I didn’t pass out.”

Peter cracked a small smile at you, “Noted. Text me if you need anything!” He added the offer, to which he saw you nod to, and he caught a glimpse of your timid smile. He knew you’d be okay, but it still didn’t shake the weight of how to blame he was. The sound of Tony clearing his throat from the kitchen only seemed to remind him. And with a second clearing of his throat, Peter realized that Tony was trying to communicate.

Walking into the kitchen, Peter saw Tony leaned back against the counter, arms crossed with a cold stare. “Mister Stark, I–”

“Where the hell were you tonight?”

The tone changed the entire atmosphere. No amount of savory fragrances from the cuisine could take away from the fact that Peter was in trouble.

Peter’s shoulders squared at the intensity carried with Tony’s aggravation. He took a breath, pausing in the doorway. “Sir, there was an armed–”

Tony’s fist met the marble counter in a startle. “Damn it, Pete!” Kid couldn’t get a word in if he tried. “Damn it, you had one job!” His index finger went up to emphasize his point.

“What was I supposed to do??” Peter felt like he was fighting a losing battle. “I had no idea what was going to happen!” In the midst of his hushed defense, his voice broke a bit from the weight of his guilt. “Mister Stark.. I think it’s time we tell her.”

A scoff was what Peter was met with. A rush of air caught on Tony’s disbelief, throat, and dismissal. “We’d tell Y/N what? That you’re Spider–Man? That we’ve been lying for this long?”

It was a tough call, and Peter knew that. Peter also knew that Tony couldn’t keep this shit up any longer than he could. “She deserves to know!” He planned to plead his case. “Whoever attacked her tonight planned this. It wasn’t by chance, she was targeted–”

“You don’t know that—”

“And you don’t either!” Peter wasn’t about to get cut off again. He let out some of the steam he’d began to bottle. “The way she’s acting.. Something’s off about what happened. And I think she deserves to know why I wasn’t there to defend her tonight.”

As much as the two had raised their voices, or grown to anger, they let the reality of the evening sink into the space between them. The thickened air sat within the walls as they both took a breath and collected themselves. Tony’s expression melted, and he finally reached over to turn off the stove.

Dinner was almost ready.

The back of Tony’s hips met the marble countertop behind him, supporting his weight as he crossed his arms, looking at Peter sympathetically. “Look, kid. I don’t blame you for what happened tonight.”

A weight or two instantly lifted from Peter’s guilty–conscious. “I know.” He lied.

Tony’s lips curled ever so slightly at the hasty quip. “As much as I agree with your conspiracy theories on Y/N’s attacker, I don’t know if coming clean about everything will solve this.”

There was a subtle sinking to Peter’s mending optimism. “Then when do you plan to tell her?”

A pause. Tony sighed, releasing a breath he’d been holding since Peter’s spider bite. “I don’t know..” Genuinity. Tony’s paternal protocol kicked in, and he wasn’t sure how to navigate it entirely.

On the one hand, his daughter deserved to know the truth. You deserved to know the truth. His wisdom and knowledge was such a curse when it came to fatherhood, because while being honest was what his role as a father called for, logic came right back to remind him of just how many lies were piled on top of each other. What if there was no coming back from this?

Tony shrugged, appearing more open to the idea of being truthful. “I’ll tell you what.” He started, “You tell me how you’d suggest telling Y/N you’re Spider–Man, and I’ll consider it–”

“Peter’s what?”

Ice. The room turned to ice too quickly, both Tony and Peter snapping their heads to look at you in the doorway. They hadn’t noticed you’d been listening. You’d been standing there for who knows how long, considering that you hadn’t even showered yet.

Both of the men in front of you exchanged glances of sheer panic before Tony cleared his throat to get your attention. He held up the frying pan, looking you dead in the eyes with the most false–confidence you’d ever seen your father carry.

“Dinner’s ready.” His voice cracked.

Yeah, there was absolutely no coming back from this.

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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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ive got ideas for kinktober prompts for you! i was thinking of aphrodisiacs for solomon, you know cause hes a master of potions and making strange concoctions and weird magic ingredients, he could make a super strong aphrodisiac for him and reader (either accidentally or on purpose your choice!) so like maybe multiple orgasms too? and if you already have a prompt for solomon i was also thinking about mirror sex with asmo! cause he would love watching himself in the mirror and hes totally getting off on reader watching them both too!

Hi there, anon!

Okay so I didn't have another request for Asmo, so I did do mirror sex for him! And for Solomon, we have the aphrodisiacs. I decided to go with it happening accidentally because I think that's really funny. This one got away from me a little so it's kinda long, but hopefully it turned out okay!

To the other anon who sent in a request for Solomon - don't worry, I'm doing yours, too. :)

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Solomon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: aphrodisiacs, penetration (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, a lil bit of fingering (reader receiving)

You walked into Cocytus Hall, ready to be done for the day. You put away your things and took off your shoes. Then you went to the kitchen, anticipating that you would need to kick Solomon out of it so you could make dinner. To your surprise, the kitchen was empty. You checked a few other locations before finally going to see if Solomon was in his room.

You knocked on the door. "Solomon?"

There was a loud crash on the other side.

"Solomon! Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Was it locked?

"I'm fine, MC." Solomon's voice came from directly behind the door. His tone was as light as it usually was, but you could hear something beneath it that you couldn't pinpoint.

"I heard a crash," you said.

"Ahaha," Solomon's laugh sounded just a little strained. "I knocked something over, that's all!"

"Solomon," you said. "Are you… leaning on the door so I can't get in?"

Silence.

"Solomon?"

You heard a resigned sigh. The door creaked as he shifted against it. "You got me. I don't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?" you asked, a note of alarm in your voice that you couldn't quite suppress.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt or anything," Solomon said. "It's just that I… well, I don't think I could control myself if I saw you right now."

You frowned. "Solomon," you said, danger in your voice now. "Tell me what's going on. Right now."

The door shuddered. There was a brief silence and then…

"I was working on a potion, but I misread some of the ingredients. I tested it myself before I realized. Due to the mistake I made, it's become a powerful aphrodisiac."

He gave you this explanation in a rush, nearly stumbling over his words.

You took in this information for a moment, realizing what he was telling you. "I see," you said. "And now you don't want me to come in because you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself."

All you heard in response was a low groan.

You laughed.

"It isn't funny," came the protest from behind the door.

You put your hand on the knob. "Let me in, Solomon."

"MC, I don't think-"

"Now, please."

There was another pause. And then the door creaked as he moved himself off of it. You tried the knob again and this time the door opened.

Solomon's room was dark, only a single low lamp on in the corner, casting most of the area in shadow. You saw the table he used for making potions with ingredients splayed out across it and a half empty bottle of some bright blue potion that glowed faintly.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

The moment you did this, you found your back pressed against the door you had just entered through. One of Solomon's hands was already on your waist, the other on the door beside your head. His body was pressed close, heat rolling off of it, his lips brushing lightly against your cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly in your ear. "I-I can't…"

You were able to just barely see his expression in the dim light. His eyes were closed, his face strained, as though he was fighting every impulse that was rushing through his veins. As though he was afraid of what might happen.

You sighed and shook your head. You put your hands on his cheeks. "It's okay," you said softly. "You don't need to hold back. I'm here because I want to help you."

Solomon opened his eyes and the surprise in them caused your heart to squeeze. "But MC-"

You put your fingertips on his lips. "Do you really think I can't handle you like this? Did it really not occur to you that I would find this whole situation sexy as hell?"

Solomon sucked in a breath. "MC…"

"In fact," you said, ducking beneath his arm and moving around him to the table. You picked up the half full bottle.

"MC, no-" Solomon said. He reached out a hand to stop you, but it was too late.

You downed the rest of the contents in one long gulp.

It was fast acting. Your body began to tingle almost immediately, your heart beat descending to pound between your legs. You stumbled a little, catching yourself on the table behind you as you moaned.

Solomon was at your side in an instant. "I told you, it's powerful," he said.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to you. You needed to feel him, to press his body against yours. You gasped a little when you felt his erection against you.

You grasped at his clothes, pulling at the fancy fabric of his sorcerer's cloak. Your head was spinning, a reaction to the potion making you so needy so fast.

Solomon caught your wrists, which surprised you. You looked at him and saw concern in his eyes.

You smiled at him. "Don't look like that," you said. "I told you, it's okay. I want you to give in to it. I trust you."

It seemed you had said the magic words because Solomon's expression shifted from concern to desire. He pulled you into himself and kissed you, biting down on your lower lip, entwining his tongue with yours. The heat that rose between you was undeniable and you went back to tugging off his cloak.

In a whirlwind of passion and movement, the rest of his clothes and all of yours ended up on the floor. His lips were sucking on the hollow at the base of your throat, his fingers already inside you as he pushed you back onto his bed.

You grasped at his arms, feeling a heat from his skin that was more intense than you expected. You were sure that your body was hotter than usual, too. It was clearly a result of the potion, but you didn't care about that. You couldn't focus your thoughts on anything other than Solomon's lips on your throat and his fingers in your hole.

"Ah, Solomon," you gasped out, your hands twisting in his hair.

Solomon looked up at you and the way his eyes shone with lust made you shiver. "MC," he said, voice soft and lips swollen. "Please… I need you…"

The way his face flushed when he said this made you put your hands on his cheeks, just to feel them. Then you pulled him up so you could kiss him. His fingers slid out of you and you could feel his erection pressed against your stomach.

"Don't hold back, Sol," you said, letting your fingers run down his face, across his neck, around his shoulders and back.

Solomon made a strangled noise before pressing his face into your chest for a moment. Then he repositioned himself and sank his cock into you.

You arched your back, letting your fingernails dig into his skin.

Solomon seemed to lose any and all hesitancy he once had. You were more than prepared for the fast, hard pace he set, gasping and moaning and telling him to go harder, to go faster, that you needed him so badly - the aphrodisiac was making you crazy, causing every nerve in your body to tingle, every touch, every sensation more intense.

You cried out Solomon's name as you came, but he kept going, seemingly lost in you. It was only moments before you came again and then once again as the pleasure continued to shoot through your limbs. You were on fire, the sweet heaviness of multiple orgasms causing your muscles to tighten and your own liquids to drip down your legs. They were soon mingled with Solomon's as he came inside you, gasping.

"Ah, MC," he said, kissing across your chest.

The two of you caught your breath, limbs still entangled. It was only a few moments of rest before you felt something stirring inside you.

You stared at Solomon with wide eyes. "Are you…?"

Solomon blushed. "It might be some time before the potion wears off."

You smiled. "That's fine. I didn't have any other plans tonight, anyway."

As Solomon said, it was a long time before either of you felt satisfied. When you woke up the next morning in Solomon's arms, you smiled sleepily at all the marks left on his skin from your nails, lips, and teeth. You found yourself hoping he had kept track of the ingredients that created that potion because you wouldn't mind doing this again.

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libby-for-life · 1 month

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hi i'm the anon that sent the request about the rare pair!

okay so the request is alastor x adam or angelicradio: i would like to think that alastor would be obsessed with adam cause adam was able to beat him and no one has every done that before(besides lucifer, if they had ever fought🤷🏽‍♀️). And now that adam is a sinner, alastor would take the opportunity to 'woo' adam or like 1930s it and 'court' him. i'm aware that alastor would rather use adam in some type of twisted plan he would have, but let me dream lol. so adam start giving alastor a chance and they went on a date to test the waters and adam really enjoyed it, although he is a little hesitant, because of what happened with his first two wives and lucifer. so alastor 'shows' him..

tender/possessive sex, please!

sorry for the word vomit

No problem! The more detailed the prompt is, the more the one-shot can be made to your liking! Now, believe it or not, Adam and Alastor are not that rare of a pair. Check the ao3 tag!

Anyway, let us begin! This is not Lucifer-friendly. I will also try respecting Alastor being Ace. I have an idea of how it would work without having Alastor physically having sex with Adam. Hopefully, I do it justice.

Three months.

Alastor had no idea what he should do and that was something he wouldn't stand for. The Radio Demon would like to think he knew himself well. He knew his emotions and how to regulate them. He was the epitome of class and refinement, with a taste for other demons and danger.

But he didn't know how he felt about Adam. At first, when the man came into the hotel after making a deal with Charlie Morningstar, Alastor was determined not to be in the same room as the brash sheep demon. He could let go of Adam hurting him in public when he was dead for good. But now that he was alive and under the same roof as him?

It was insulting, to say the least. Well, for the first few months. Now? He couldn't help but secretly be impressed that Adam held his own so well against him. No demon in Hell could say that.

Adam was an enigma. A puzzle to solve. Alstor could read people well, but Adam had so many layers. Most could only see the first layer. A brash and fowled mouth demon who was under soul contract with Charlie. The second layer was harder to see. Adam reserved it for animals.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Extremely good. Any animal, no matter how dangerous, acted calmly or like an excited puppy near Adam. When he was alone with them, he had a softer voice and didn't swear as much. He cuddled them gently and took care of them with that of someone who loved animals.

His third layer was for when he was completely alone. When Adam was sure no one was watching, he looked defeated and broken. A shell of the angel who fought him so easily. He cried quietly. Not loudly like some would for attention. Adam cried as if he had no sound to give. Like someone had turned the nob of a radio to silent, and all you were left with was uncomfortable silence.

Alastor didn't know what to feel. So, he observed him from afar. Some would call it stalking but he was nothing like that infernal TV demon. He had class.

When he witnessed Lucifer make a snide comment about Adam's weight to his face, Alastor could feel the anger rolling off him. He could also feel, on a much smaller scale, how much it hurt him. Alastor watched as Adam ate less. It was enough where no one noticed unless you were looking for it, someone like Alastor for instance, but enough where Adam was losing weight.

Something in Alastor moved. Maybe it was the poor boy from the Bayou talking, but he didn't like the idea of anyone starving. Especially if they were doing it to themselves.

Without really thinking, Alastor had one day took Adam by the arm and teleported them to the kitchen alone.

"What the fuck, you freak!?" Adam yelled, his eyes darting around in anger. Alastor was sure that he was the only one who could see the fear in his eyes.

"Now, none of that!" Alastor laughed. "When was the last time you've eaten?"

A pause and then a growl. "None of your fucking business!" Alastor nodded. "That long. You must be famished then!"

He pushed the sheep demon into a chair and watched with some amusement as Adam fell into it. "How about some jambalaya? My mother's recipe is the best in Hell!"

"And what makes you think that I would trust anything you make for me?" Adam said with narrowed eyes. "How do I know you won't poison me or something?"

Alastor let out a chuckle. The idea of poisoning him was a funny way to kill him. But it wasn't the Radio Demon's preferred method. No, he liked to be up close and personal when choosing his victims. Adam wasn't even on his list if Alastor was being honest with himself. When did that happen? He shook his head. It didn't matter but he did have a reputation to uphold after all.

"Oh, Adam. You've been here for three months now? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already!"

He watched as Adam mulled over his words before shrugging. "Ah, fuck it. But why food?"

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Didn't I already tell you why? You're hungry, Adam. You're intentionally skipping meals. No one under this roof will starve while I'm here." And that was it. Adam didn't say anything else and neither did Alastor for the duration of the meal. But somehow, they both knew that something had changed. Any time Adam skipped a meal, Alastor was there to make sure he ate.

Four months

Alastor and Adam had begun acting differently with each other. Alastor wasn't sure when that happened, but they were...friendly with each other. They joked, they ate together, and they even sometimes took walks around Hell. Alastor didn't know how things had changed but the Radio Demon wasn't opposed to it.

Adam was good company when you looked past the first layer. No one seemed even willing to try to look past the tough exterior Adam put out to protect himself. A shell that Alastor finally seemed to be slowly chipping away with hard work. No good friendship was easy but the Radio Demon, weirdly enough, was willing to give it a go.

He was currently telling all this to his best friend, Rosie. Oh, and what a doll she was!

"Oh, Alastor! That's wonderful!" Rosie said with a warm smile. But that smile quickly turned into a playful smirk. "But you don't see it, do you?"

Alastor tilted his head. He didn't like to be on the outs when it came to information. Rosie knew this though, so she had better get to the point.

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Alastor, you're in love. Or at least attracted to him." Alastor felt something snap in him, like a record snapping in half.

He let out a laugh. "Rosie, you do say the most hilarious things! In love? Me? Preposterous! Why, perish the thought!"

Rosie just gave him a knowing smirk. "You haven't stopped talking to about him for an hour. That says a lot."

Alastor looked at his now cold tea. Him? In love with Adam? He couldn't be! He had never been even attracted to anyone when he was alive nor since he died. Why would Rosie even suggest this?

"Just think about it." Rosie urged. And so Alastor did. He thought about it when he did his broadcast. He thought about it when he and Adam ate dinner, the lamb conveniently forgot, and he thought about it when he was sitting in his bed.

He thought about Adam in general. He was pleasing to the eyes. Anyone could see that. Big brown eyes, all soft curves, and a throat he just wanted to bite—

"Shit," Alastor said when he realized it. He guessed Rosie was right after all. He glanced at his lap. If he gave this a try, would Adam be okay with him not having sexual intimacy with him? Sex didn't gross him out, but he just never felt the need for it. His body wasn't made for something like that and Alastor had come to accept that. It was no skin off his nose in life or death.

But from Alastor's experience, nobody was satisfied with that. They always wanted more than what he could give. A certain annoying television came into mind making him growl. Would Adam be the same?

He sighed as he flopped into bed. He would think about this tomorrow.

Four months, two weeks

Alastor gave it enough thought. He was well and truly in love with Adam. He watched his lamb, for he was his and his alone, sitting on the hotel's roof with an animal he didn't care to know the name of. It was a cross between a chicken and a rat with a beak full of razor-sharp teeth that wouldn't hesitate to bite your shins if you weren't careful.

Adam, of course, was the exception to it all as he petted the thing on his lap as it slept. He murmured soft things to it and looked at peace.

Alastor was holding a bouquet, one that held meaning. It consisted of red Roses, peonies, tulips, amaryllis, and American Cowslip. It was hard for even him to get flowers such as this, they didn't normally grow in the Pride Ring, but Alastor wanted to pull all the stops.

He sighed to himself, why was he so nervous, as he walked up to the lamb demon. Alastor cleared his throat to get his attention and Adam turned to him with a lazy smile. "Hi, Alastor. What do you got there?"

"I know exactly what they mean." Alastor interrupted. "I picked them out especially for you." Adam let out a shaky breath, his warm brown eyes flickering from the flowers back to the Radio Demon.

Alastor bowed to Adam and presented him with the flowers. "For you, mon ange~" The sheep demon gently moved the sleeping creature before gingerly taking the bouquet in his hands. "Alastor, do you know what these mean? Because—"

"Adam, would you do me the magnificent honor of allowing me to court you?" Brown eyes widened. It was filled with fear, hurt, hope, and intrigue. Adam was always filled with so much emotion.

"I—I, you have to know about my failed marriages. I don't want to fuck up what we have because I want more." He said softly. This was the most vulnerable he had ever seen the demon. Alastor realized just how much trust he was putting in him and he couldn't help but feel even more love.

"No relationship, friendship or romantic, is easy." He placed a clawed hand on the taller demon's cheek causing him to gasp softly. "But I want to try." Alastor then added, "If you feel uncomfortable with the idea though, we can forget this happened. I am more than happy being friends with you."

He watched so many emotions flicker in his eyes before Adam timidly smiled. "Let's do it. Let's fuckign do it."

Four months, three weeks.

Alastor brushed through his hair with a comb. This was it. He had a date with Adam. Their first ever date was tonight and everything had to be perfect. For the past week, they have been keeping their relationship a secret. Alastor was fine with that. He wanted his lamb to be comfortable with everything they do.

They had sweet nights together, just talking about everything and anything. Food prepared especially for Adam that Alastor tried to replicate from when the man was alive. He also had fun showing him his own roots. Adam was a fast learner, taking all the information like a sponge. Sure, his vocabulary was sprinkled with curses and his music was less than desirable, but they both respected each other and that said a lot.

Alastor took one last look in the mirror and smiled. He was never fully dressed without one.

Walking out of his room, he made his way to Adam's room where they agreed to meet up before heading to the restaurant. As he prepared himself to knock, he heard a voice he recognized immediately and it made his hackles rise.

"What's wrong, Adam? Where's that furious spirit you have?" Lucifer. He hated that man. Not only was he a neglectful father, but he was also a pitiful man who moaned about his ex-wife all the time to those who could hear it. Especially when he was drunk. He threw his power around with Adam because Charlie had him under contract and he wasn't allowed to hurt anyone in the hotel. Lucifer used this against him a lot.

"Let go! Fucking let go!" Adam yelled angrily but Alastor could hear the fear tinged in it. With a furious growl, he manifested into the room and took in what was in front of him.

Lucifer had a leash around Adam's neck, holding it harshly to the point he was wheezing. A heeled boot was digging into his lower back and Alastor knew it would leave a bruise.

"Well, what do you have here?" Alastor growled out menacingly. They both looked up. One with a carefully blank expression and the other with a fearful yet hopeful look.

"Run along, Bambi. This doesn't concern you." Lucifer said before he yanked the chain again. Adam, like the good lamb he was, refused to let out the whimper Alastor could see bubbling up.

"Charlie is looking for you. What should I tell her about what I'm seeing?" Lucifer growled out as well. Pure demonic energy filled the room, neither one seemingly ready to back down. Alastor supposed the fear of losing whatever family he had left was enough for Lucifer to back down after awhile. With a final yank, the chain disappeared along with the King of Hell.

Alastor helped Adam up and brought him into a hug. "My dear, it's alright now. I won't let him do that anymore."

Adam was shaking, trusting that Alastor wouldn't make fun of him for being so shaken up. As if the Radio Demon would ever do such a thing. "Adam, it's going to be okay. I'm here to protect you now." Adam finally allowed a few tears out and gave a shaky smile. "You always are. Thank you, Alastor. I hope this doesn't ruin our date."

"Of course not. And might I say, you look beautiful!" With a snap of his fingers, the dirt on Adam disappeared from his clothes leaving him in the nice dress shirt and pants he had dressed himself in.

"Should we head for the restaurant now? We do have reservations if you're still up for it."

"Fuck yes."

The date was splendid. The food was excellent. Adam seemed to have had a wonderful time and they were now in Alastor's bedroom.

The Radio Demon smirked at his lamb, who was sitting on his lap with a blush on his face. "Now, before we do anything, I must confess something." Alastor knew this was truly the moment of truth. Would Adam accept him for who he was?

"I can't have sex with you." He said bluntly. Adam tilted his head, blush fading as he listened to Alastor. "I just never felt that way before. Never. Even now, when I'm holding you and want to bite you, I'm not aroused in the slightest."

Adam nodded as if he just explained everything. "You're asexual. That's fine."

"I'm what now?" Alastor asked, completely confused by the term.

"Asexual. Someone who doesn't have a sexual attraction to anyone. I mean, there's a whole ass spectrum and I'm not the best fucking person to explain everything, but yeah. That's perfectly normal. There are plenty of people in Heaven who are asexual and who are still in healthy relationships. We don't have to have sex. I want to be with you because I love you."

Alastor chuckled. Who knew there was a word this entire time that explained why he was the way he was? "Oh, Adam. You really are the best thing to Fall into Hell."

Adam was back to blushing now, flustered by the compliment. "But I believe you misunderstood me." The sheep demon looked delightfully confused. "While I might not be doing anything, doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Alastor grinned wickedly as he summoned his shadow and picked Adam up. The sheep squeaked in surprise at the sudden motion. "Let me show you just how much fun we can have." The shadow directed Adam and had him turned around but not before stripping him naked. He was dropped back onto Alastor's lap who was quick to grab his wrists and pin them above with a tentacle.

"A—Alastor!" Adam moaned out when the Radio Demon licked up his neck. His lamb smelled delicious~.

"Yes, my dear? I hope this is to your liking." Adam moaned when his shadow twisted his nipples gently. Alastor didn't know that he would be so sensitive!

Adam rocked in his lap and Alastor watched fascinated as he got aroused. This was something that he caused and for some reason, it gave a possessive and obsessive need to be the only one to cause this. No one would ever be allowed to touch Adam this way. He would sooner burn all of Hell down before he would allow someone to touch what was his. Alastor's mother always said he never liked to share.

"More, please!" Adam begged. Alastor loved it when his lamb begged. He sounded beautiful. "More? Oh, but our first time should be gentle." He teased into the crook of his neck, knowing that would drive someone like Adam insane.

"I can take it! Please!" Adam begged.

"Now, don't be a brat or I might have to spank you like one. Your first time with me will be gentle and loving." Alastor's word was law and Adam could tell because he nodded pitifully.

While his shadow was busy deep-throating Adam, the Radio Demon licked and bit his way through Adam's neck. He tasted divine! A true delicacy! Experimenting, Alastor bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood. Adam moaned loud and low, his dick twitching in his shadow. Ah, so he liked biting? That was something they had in common.

Adam was thrashing in his hold so Alastor held him down by one hip while his shadow held him down on the other. The Radio Demon was stronger than Adam but the fact that his lamb didn't fight back when he was held down showed Alastor how much trust he had in him. Trust that he would take care of him.

It was a heady feeling. More tentacles appeared and each caressed exposed skin as Adam writhed in his grip.

To seal the whole thing, Alastor watched as he drank some tea. The sounds of begging and crying from pleasure were lovely. He folded a leg over his left and watched as his lamb moaned looking at him. Perhaps he was turned on by the fact that Alastor was watching and not actively participating. He could work with that.

Alastor watched as he ejaculated in his shadow, who gobbled it up with a smirk. "And now for the main event!" Adam was held aloft, tentacles holding him in the air. His shadow, equipped with the necessary parts, stretched the pent-up Adam.

His chubby body was on full display and it delighted Alastor to know that his lamb was plumping up. It means he wasn't starving himself as much.

"Look at you! All tied up for me to look at. I just want to put you on display, you're so beautiful!" Adam moaned, his voice muffled by a tentacle in his mouth.

"You looked stuffed, lamb. Do you want to be my feast?" Alastor asked as he casually sipped his tea.

His shadow seemed done prepping him and was now gently thrusting into him, just like Alastor ordered him to. Nice and slow. Gentle. It was sure to drive Adam mad with pleasure.

Adam moaned, his body rocking in the grip of his tentacles. "I love this look on you. A drooling mess. But it's mine, understood? I don't like to share, my lamb. If we are to do this, you must only do it with me." The tentacle in his mouth was brought out of his mouth and it turned Adam's head in his direction. "Well, Adam? Do you want to be mine? To hold? To love? To be partners in every sense of the word?"

Adam had just enough sense left in his brain to yell out, "Yes! I want you!" Alastor watched as he climaxed on the floor as his shadow finished inside him. Adam was gently placed in Alastor's arms and the Radio Demon took him to the bathroom. Yes, this lamb was his alone.

Hope that was good! Again, I tried to keep Alastor as canon as I could. Love you, anon!

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the-little-ewok · 9 months

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The Little Spoon

Poe Dameron x G/N Reader

Rating: M

Wordcount : 1600 (ish)

Warnings : Fluff, mentions of getting caught during sex/heavy petting, rife with teasing innuendos, soft softness, spooning, brief mentions of food, Poe being an adorable menace.

Prompt / Summary : Burying your face in their neck, listening to their heartbeat, spooning at night. / After a difficult day you and Poe try something new in the bedroom.

A/N : Anon who sent me the prompts - i dont know if fluffy was what you really wanted but… i kinda went pretty fluffy cute with this. If you were hoping more for a NSFW request please send me an ask and i’ll do an alt fic for you :)

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"Stop!" You half whine, half laugh, burying your face in Poe's neck.

"I don't know if he'll ever be able to talk to you again without blushing!" Poe laughs, clearly finding the fact his newest squad member walking in on you both in a, well, compromising, position, hilariously funny, and your embarrassment even funnier.

Since then poor Leru had been unable to look at you without his cheeks lighting up red, and losing all ability to speak.

"Take it as a compliment it affected him so much," Poe shrugs, taking the whole situation in his stride, as usual. "You can't change what happened, and besides you can't hide out here forever."

'Here' was the grassy bank outside the, what now seemed all too small, base entrance. You had escaped out into the humid night air as soon as your shift was over, convinced everyone you encountered knew the story and was staring at you.

Of course, they already knew that you and Poe were close, but perhaps not quite how close. There had never really been time, during the middle of a war, to consider what you were. And now you were together, both of you wanted to enjoy it without too much fuss. At least while you settled into a new routine, and Poe to his new role as General. So really, getting carried away in what should have stayed an empty office, after Poe had returned from a long mission, was not the best of plans.

But oh, he had been so distractingly hot. The way he'd smiled, his eyes flickering up and down your body, the way he'd pulled you tight against his chest, the way his lips had brushed against your skin.

It was hard to regret what happened. But you did regret getting caught.

"I can stay here as long as I like," you challenge his statement, folding your arms.

"I could just order you back inside," he shrugs with a sigh, making out it would be a huge inconvenience for him to do that.

"You wouldn't dare!" You twist to glare at him in challenge, as Poe leans back to look at you, a serious expression creasing his brow. He slowly raises one eyebrow, before he finally gives in, bursting into laughter.

"No, you're right. I like continuing to live without a vibroblade in my chest, so I guess orders are off the table!" He pulls you back into his arms, holding you tight against him.

"How about I very politely request you come back inside? We can grab some food and get an early night?"

"I don't want to go to the canteen,” you mumble, picking at a loose thread on your trousers, unable to remove the idea that everyone would be judging you.

"You know, I don't think anyone else knows? And even if they did, firstly, it's not like they saw anything personally, just second hand, and secondly, if anyone says a damn word I'll have their ass hauled in front of me faster than they can blink!" Poe states passionately.

"That's sweet. But we agreed on no special treatment."

"Not special. I'd do that for anyone talking inappropriately about anyone. You get absolutely no special treatment. I've never given you any special treatment." Taking your chin he tilts your face towards him before he places a soft kiss against your lips.

"Hmm, so you offer that to everyone, do you?"

"Well, everyone is a little broad. More like a select group. You, Finn, Rey, Snap, BB, that really cute medic we met in Yavin," he shrugs with a teasing smile as you roll your eyes. “Now stop overthinking.”

Poe was right, you were over thinking, and as annoying as his teasing could be, you know it comes from a good place in his heart. He simply wants you to see that it's not all bad. Nothing you could do now would change anything that already happened. All you could do was, as Poe does, make the best of the situation.

Still, the embarrassment gnaws a little at your thoughts, though quieter, still there for now.

"Can we eat in your room?"

"Only if we are naked," Poe grins, making you dissolve into laughter.

"Stop that, right now!" You warn through giggles.

"I've been away for almost a month! I've been storing it all up. You are in for a lonnnnnng night, baby," he winks, and for a moment, you`re laughing so hard you forget anything had gone wrong at all today.

"I'm sorry," Poe offers later that night, his fingers trailing up and down your back as you lay in his bed, curled up against his side, his heartbeat drumming in your ear as you lean your head on his chest, half asleep.

You hum in question, wondering what he's talking about.

"Earlier. It was my fault we got caught like that. I should have waited. I was just excited to see you and being impulsive. I’ll try and keep my hands to myself for a little longer next time.”

You lean up on your elbow to look at him, frowning in confusion and feeling the tendrils of guilt in your own belly that he feels he's somehow to blame. The last thing you wanted was for Poe to feel he couldn't be his usual, affectionate self.

"There's nothing you need to apologise for. We were both willing participants. I was excited to see you too. You’ve no idea how much I missed you."

Poe's hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you down to him as he mumbles, "I missed you too, baby," against your mouth before he kisses you.

When he finally lets you go, you have to take a moment, feeling a little giddy, whether with love or lack of oxygen, you aren't sure.

"Anyway, I like you being impulsive," you assure him with a soft smile.

"Then I rescind my apology," Poe chuckles as you snuggle back down against his side, trying to get comfy again.

Except now you have a problem. No matter where you place yourself, you can't quite get comfy enough to fall asleep. Something just feels wrong.

You let out a noise of annoyance, sitting up.

"Turn over," you instruct, laughing as Poe raises a questioning eyebrow, his lips upturning in a familiar grin.

"Is this going a sex thing? Because you know I can stay awake a little longer. I'm sure I can help tire you o-"

"Get your mind out of the gutter," You laugh, cutting him off and pressing your hands against his arm, trying to manually roll him over, onto his side.

"So it's not a sex thing? I'm disappointed," Poe sighs over dramatically, ignoring your pathetic attempts to move him.

"I want to cuddle you!" You explain with an exasperated sigh.

"Oh, that's what we are calling it these days? Okay, well, we can 'cuddle' as much as you like," he grins, eyes crinkling with amusement as he makes air quotes at you. You make a show of dramatically rolling your eyes in response.

"No, Poe! I mean I want to hold you!"

"Hold which bit?" He wiggles his eyebrows as you try and bite back your laughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, telling yourself you are grateful he's home and he just needs to get this out of his system.

When you open them again you fix him with a stern look.

"Alright, alright!" Poe holds his hands up in surrender, clearly deciding he might be pushing too far now. "You want me to be the little spoon?" He asks, obviously having known exactly what you wanted from the first time you asked.

"I want you to be the little spoon." You nod in confirmation. Poe's expression softens from teasing into something that makes your chest ache with love. It's as though the seriousness of the last few years of war drop away, and the boy Poe used to be, stares at you with hopeless adoration.

"I like that idea better," he says simply, before he rolls over with his back to face you. "But I'm still open to the sex thing." He adds, making you snort as you try to contain your laughter, knowing it will only encourage him.

Once Poe is settled, you curl up behind him, wrapping an arm over his chest, tucking your legs in behind his, cuddling up close to him as you press your face between his shoulder blades.

"Don't think I've ever been the little spoon before. I like it," Poe sighs contentedly, his hands resting over yours wrapped around his chest, holding you in place.

You smile and press a soft kiss to his back, "I like it too."

A near silence settles over you both, the only sound in the room your steady breathing as you hold each other. You can feel your eyes finally starting to drift shut, but you also know Poe is not asleep yet, as his fingers continue to gently caress your arm, almost distractedly.

“What are you thinking, Flyboy?” You mumble sleepily against his skin, not wanting to fall asleep if he has something on his mind.

"I was just wondering," he mumbles quietly, “if you think Leru is thinking about us right now?"

"Go to sleep!" You sigh against his back, feeling him shake with barely contained laughter.

"I definitely think he enjoyed it a little bit."

"Sleep!" You hiss, refusing to play into his teasing again.

There's a moment of silence, one in which you think that he's given up with the teasing and finally decided to get some rest. That is until -

"Do you think he wants to join us sometime?"

"POE!"

You can't help but smile as his laughter fills the room. Insufferable, infuriating, pain in the ass. You had missed him, so very much.

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aeoncss · 21 days

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hihi! just came across your blog during a fixation trip on mike from fnaf. i love how u write the hcs, it's endearing (i don't make sense rn, sorry). could i request a fluffy with just a hint of nsfw with an olderbf! mike? like the reader is early 20s while he's in mid/late 20s..? the au thingy has me in a chokehold i don't wanna get out of anytime soon.. if you're not comfy, it's alright!

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and i love her | olderbf!mike x fem!reader

an: anon, i was at work when you sent this and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since. because it also wasn’t specified, i’m using fem!reader for this prompt but i will gladly do a gn!reader version if that’s what you wanted instead <3 thank you so much too!!

cw: nsfw (18+!), hints to a unstable home life, mentions of insecurity.

the two of you first met while working at the local mall. you worked retail in one of the clothing shops mike used to frequent, and soon enough through time, the two of you began having breaks and lunches together. they were short and 9/10 times were always interrupted by somebody needing mike, but the time spent together was enjoyed nonetheless.

mike, honestly, didn’t think much of it until he brought abby over one day on his day off, needing to get her some new clothes for school. he stopped by your shop, saying a quick hello and allowed abby to look around for a minute while you two conversed.

after a bit, abby turned back around and skipped over to her older brother — standing beside him as her eyes glanced up at you from behind the vendor counter.

“are you my brother’s girlfriend?”

the panic that instantly flew into mike’s body left him speechless. wide eyed, lips parted, stuttering so hard he could barely speak. not to mention, how fast his cheeks grew red.

he couldn’t lie to himself, there was a growing reason why he started enjoying kept away moments with you. mike was slowly developing a crush, but the thought of it absolutely terrified him.

you two weren’t far apart in age, but he still had some years on you. you were in college, slowly beginning to make a name for yourself and a future worth working towards — while mike? he was using every second taking care of abby and attempting to keep their lives afloat just for her sake.

he didn’t have a support system, and truth be told, he was more than just down in the dumps. rock bottom was stirring in hot.

you deserved someone more stable. more capable than him, and god knows you would never look at someone like him.

however, a smile graced your lips rather than a shocked expression at abby’s question. you leaned over the counter, grinning as you dropped a dum-dum into her hand.

“we’re just good friends,” you chuckled - eyes flickering between mike and his little sister, “but who knows? fate is a funny thing.”

“what’s fate?” abby replied back, beaming at the lollipop now resting in her palm.

mike’s heart was fucking pounding. he couldn’t even hear you responding back to abby, all he could focus on was how his heartbeat echoed inside his ears and how hard his stomach fluttered.

soon after that, the two of you began dating. it only took one date and a late night kiss at your doorstep to make things official.

the dynamic of your relationship is different than anything mike has had in the past.

you keep him up to date with things he normally doesn’t pay attention to. what celebrity is dating who, what new fashion trends are in and out. things of that nature.

he absolutely fucking loves it when you start rambling about topics regarding that. he’ll sit and watch you, a quirked smile on his lips as he nods and hums along.

“angelina jolie and who? tell me more, hun.”

adores calling you pet names. prefers babe, baby, and honey.

when he’s sleepy, he is clingy — super clingy. doesn’t want to sleep without you because now he’s so used to having your weight against him and in his arms.

likes to sleep with his head on your lap or stomach, especially when the two of you are laying on his couch, but in bed he prefers being the big spoon with his head either on your shoulder or pressed against your back.

breakfast in bed MASTER.

loves, loves waking you up on a day off with some freshly made breakfast and a smoothie, if he has the groceries for it, and always admires the sleepy smile that stretches across your lips when you realize what’s happening.

mike also loves it whenever you go to him for advice. needing help with something rumbling in your car, needing to figure out how to send in a specific document or form, really basic and mundane stuff. but it makes his heart soar, knowing that you trust him enough to seek that from him.

absolutely knew he wanted to marry you the second abby began asking around for you more often, wanting to do girls-nights together and sleepovers.

the fact that abby loved you and trusted you enough as well — that was all mike needed.

the three of you try to have nights where you all go out or do something for abby at least a few times a week, if your work schedules allow it.

most of the time, it’s taking abby to the nearby park and watching her play around with her friends for a few hours before walking back home. or heading to a nice restaurant to have dinner together.

nsfw —

he was hesitant on being intimate with you for the first few months. not because he didn’t want to — trust me, he wanted to — but because it had been so long with his previous relationships that he was afraid of even bringing the topic up.

during a late night drive, wanting to look at some christmas lights being put up before the holiday, mike was going to bring it up..

however, it never exactly did — when you pulled him into the backseat after parking in a secluded area and riding him after.

now he’s not afraid lmao

mike is a fucking sucker for eating you out. man is a munch, all day every day.

with given consent, will absolutely wake you up by eating you out. groans into your pussy when you stir awake, slowly and tenderly rolling his tongue between your folds as you’re struggling to keep yourself quiet.

he’s not insanely dominant, but he has his moments, especially after a long day at work, where all he wants is to fuck you into the mattress.

hand on your head, moans being muffled by his pillow as he thrusts into you from behind — biting onto his shirt to keep himself quiet while he watches his cock sink into you over and over.

tries not to have rough or fast sex on his bed. it’s fucking squeaky.

if you’re going to take a shower, he’s coming with.

likes slowly thrusting into you while pushed up against the cold tile wall, fingers intertwined with your hands above your head as he moans softly into your mouth. goes at a steady pace, slowly dragging himself in and out between your walls until his head drops into the crook of your shoulder, a whimper falling from his lips as he fills you up.

lots, and i mean LOTS of praise. always when you’re riding him or if you’re in missionary together.

“that’s it— fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good..”

“yeah? you can take it. just a little bit more… just like that..”

aftercare always. even after a quickie right before work, he’s kissing you sweetly before getting dressed (all with a little bit a wobble to his legs), grabbing you a little snack and some water to get yourself going again.

or he’ll happily cuddle you in bed, bathing in the afterglow as you two settle your breaths and relax into one another.

will always love a bath together if you suggest it. whatever his baby wants, his baby is gonna get. mike will sit behind you in the tub, doesn’t even matter if it’s cramped or he’s sitting awkwardly, and will let you relax against him as he gently combs throughout your hair or helps you wash yourself off.

#fnaf movie mike #mike schimdt x you #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #fnaf mike #fnaf mike schmidt #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

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bookofbonbon · 1 year

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gif credit: @damatheirin (X)

pairing: Osferth x Reader.

warnings: None.

word count: 757.

a/n: Finally getting around to the Osferth requests!! One of the five prompts sent in by the same anon from the celebration prompt requests I did a couple of weeks ago - I’m breaking some of them up (like this one) into seperate fics.

You stand at the end of the dock, looking out across the vast ocean that spans as far as your eyes can see. The water ahead eerily still, the only indication of its movement being the boats rocking every now and then from where they’re anchored beside the dock.

You play with the cross around your neck, sliding the pendent along its string anxiously. You had arrived in Runcorn almost 3 months ago, your family passing through on the way to Mercia. It was only meant to be a short stay but, you hadn’t expected to run into someone very dear to you from your past – your beloved Osferth.

A few nights after docking, when your family was prepared to carry on in their journey to Mercia and you were faced with a decision – stay with Osferth or leave with your family, unsure if you would ever see him again. You chose the former. The novelty of being reunited and in each other’s arms initially strong but, beginning to wear off and now, you were faced with wondering if you had made the right choice.

The sound of your name being called from behind you pulls you from your thoughts and, you turn towards the voice of your beloved, Osferth. His tall, lithe figure jogging towards you at the end of the long dock.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. What are you doing out here?” he calls when he gets closer, a heavy woollen cloak in his hand. “Each night grows colder than the last, you should not be out here and by the water of all places.”

You allow him to fuss over you, bringing the cloak around your shoulders and tying the strings for you. You say nothing, allowing yourself to take in his features. Of course, you were always afforded the privilege of being so close to him but, under the moon’s light, he appeared ethereal and other worldly. How much he had grown and changed not only in looks but, in who he was.

Osferth’s hands pause from where they fix the cloak, noticing the spaced-out look in in your eyes. Calling your name softly, he places a hand on your cheek to bring your focus back to him.

“Hm?” you smile gently at him.

“Hm?” he repeats mockingly, endearingly but, concern evident in his eyes.

You had been acting strange lately, slowly shutting him out and, he couldn’t figure out why – his increasing worry causing him to lose sleep as thoughts of losing you plagued his mind.

“What is it? What’s going on in that head of yours?” he whispers.

“I-,” you hesitate, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Please, tell me,” he pleads, searching your eyes desperately, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek.

“You have…” your mouth opens then closes, trying to find the right words. “The longer I am here, the more I am realising that you are so different to the last time we were together… You have grown and changed-”

A worried looks becomes Osferth, his hand falling from your face at the words coming from your mouth and the very real possibility that maybe you didn’t love him as much as he loves you anymore but, you’re quick to reassure him.

“In a good way!” you rectify, taking his hand in yours and squeezing. “You have changed and matured; a man grown compared to the boy I once knew that I- I guess I just… I worry that perhaps with all these changes there may not be room for me in this new life you live.”

Silence hangs in the air between the two of you as Osferth processes your words, the silence broken only by his soft laugh.

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at your beloved in bewilderment.

“What is so funny?” you demand, unable to stop the small smile that pulls at your lips.

“Oh, my sweet love,” Osferth grins, gathering you in his arms and touching his forehead to yours. “You are the blood in my veins, the air in my lungs and the beat of my heart. So long as I live, there will always be room in my life for you.”

Your heart skips a beat, tears welling in your eyes at his words as an embarrassed groan leaves your lips that you would ever doubt his love for you.

“I’m sorry,” you sniff.

Osferth shakes his head, wiping at the tears that fall when you blink.

“Do not be sorry. Just come back inside, my love.”

All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#osferth tlk #osferth #osferth x reader #osferth imagine #osferth the last kingdom #the last kindom fanfic #osferth fanfic

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slimthicksonnett · 1 year

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After Six Years (Alexia Putellas)

Prompt from an anon who had a plan that I loved!

Word Count: 2,290

Warnings: Unedited

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International windows had been particularly tiring this year.

You blamed the travel mostly, dismissing comments about your mood and blaming it on the time differences and “this damn American air”.

But you knew what it truly was.

While getting to play for your country was always an honor, it hurt your heart to think how much your partner would kill to do the same.

“Would it kill you to smile? Just once?” Trinity poked, jabbing a finger playfully into your cheek as you scowled down at your breakfast.

Lifting your eyes, you couldn’t help the mischievous spark that ignited within you when you looked at the team’s wonder kid.

“Well it might not kill me, but you on the other hand…” You whispered in a low voice, leaning closer to her as her eyes widened and she fumbled backwards.

“Y/N, leave the kid alone.” Sonnett snipped, smacking you lightly on the back of the head as walked past your table to her seat beside Hatch who was struggling to hold in a laugh.

“What are you, her mother?” Rubbing the back of your head, you sent the defender a glare.

While you had only been joking, Sonnett seemed to consider your comment seriously before shrugging as she settled down to eat her fruit.

“Well someone has to be. And it obviously can’t be you now that you’ve been whisked away by your beloved to Barcelona.” She countered innocently, popping a grape into her mouth as you nearly choked on your oatmeal.

“My what?!?!?” Sputtering in surprise you looked at her with wide eyes as a familiar cocky grin crossed her features.

“Your phone is ringing.” Sonnett simply stated.

Before you could even turn to grab your phone off the table where you had unknowingly left it face up, Sanchez was snatching it up.

“Estimada?!?” The young midfielder exclaimed as she read the contact name off your phone screen.

But you knew it wasn’t the name that would interest her for long.

Not once she saw the picture behind it.

It wasn’t something you had thought twice about making her contact photo when you had taken it. It was beautiful, simple, and secret. A picture that certainly surmised your relationship.

You had taken it on a lazy Sunday, something the two of you had found many of since her injury last July. Having been lounging in your apartment all afternoon, Alexia had migrated to the floor in front of the couch to roll out her legs. However, her touchy nature wouldn’t let her go far from you whenever she could help so she’d ended up sitting leaned back between your legs.

It wasn’t a sight you were entirely unfamiliar with but the domesticity of that particular moment had warmed your heart. And of course you needed a memento of the moment so you’d snapped that picture quickly to immortalize it.

And immortalize it you had.

Because now many of your teammates had flocked to your phone and were peering desperately at the messy bun and exposed skin of the faceless woman.

Thankfully your former teammate came to your rescue as she plucked the phone out of an unsuspecting Sanchez’s hands.

“That’s enough.” Andi reprimanded as she placed the phone back in your hold.

You didn’t stick around to hear the young players' complaints.

Instead, you excused yourself as you answered the call.

“Bon dia estimada, et trobava a faltar.”

You could hear her chucking on the other end of the line, knowing full and well that if you were daring to string together a sentence like that then your nosey teammates were surely close by.

“Sof! Translate!” Pinoe shouted, waving the other woman over frantically as you laughed.

“Do I look like I speak Catalan?” Sofia scoffed as she took a long sip of her coffee while she gave her teammate a pointed look.

“She did that on purpose! Dammit!” Sanchez cursed as she withheld a laugh of your own.

“Hey baby, I’ve missed you too.” Alexia practically purred, making your heart warm.

“GUYS! SHE’S SMILING!” Frantically trying to draw the others attention, Trinity pointed at you as she jumped up and down in place.

But when they looked over, the team wasn’t greeted by your smile.

They were instead met with you holding your middle finger up at them as you walked out of the room to enjoy your phone call.

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As much as you loved your national team teammates and winning trophies, you were overjoyed to be back into Barcelona's welcoming arms.

It was a bit later than expected when your flight in from Texas lands meaning that the girls were certainly already enjoying themselves at the gathering Alexia had planned in your absence. She had been insistent and you had been supportive, knowing what it meant to her to make sure that the other Spain players were kept busy during the break from league play.

What you hadn’t quite accounted for was that this meant that when you were coming home, beaten up and bruised from the weeks of competition, that you’d be greeted by a houseful of mildly intoxicated Spaniards to contend with.

“La Llama Blanca RETURNS!” Someone, you’re almost certain it’s María, as you let yourself in the front door.

“Wasn’t that locked?” Someone else, Sandra it seems from the shocked look on her face, questions at the same time.

You decided your goalkeeper was easier to contend with than the clearly intoxicated defender who hollered at you.

“Nope, you guys should probably be more careful about that.” You lied through your teeth, shrugging innocently as you set your bags down in the entryway.

They had absolutely locked the door but you hadn’t bothered to put on a show by knocking, instead simply using your key to let yourself in.

But to them, this apartment was Alexia’s.

Not yours.

So maybe they didn’t need to know that.

“Nice to have you back.” That voice you’d recognize anywhere greeted you.

Looking up, Alexia wore a smile on her face but it was the blue hoodie she wore alongside it that caught your attention the most. The older woman held open her arms in greeting and you quickly forgot about the stolen article of clothing as you stepped into her embrace.

“Nice to be back.” Sighing deeply, you melted into her, letting your head bury in the crook of her neck for a moment.

After a while you stepped back, smiling at her softly as she stared down at you. With familiar ease, you fell into the process you normally followed when you got home.

Shoes off, hair down, straight to the kitchen for your favorite mug and a cup of tea.

“Sure knows how to make herself at home!” Patri giggled and you realized then that maybe you should’ve been a bit more careful before letting yourself relax.

“I’m just properly preparing myself to greet the rest of you losers!” You jabbed back, sticking your tongue out childishly as you placed the kettle on.

“Missed us that much?” Marta teased, smiling at you with a level of knowingness that never failed to make you feel seen.

“Actually yes, yes I did.” You admitted as you made your way out of the kitchen and over to hug your captain who happily accepted the affection.

“Oh come on, you know you were having fun getting your trophy!” Mapi teased as she wiggled her eyebrows to draw a tired laugh from you.

“I have plenty of trophies, María! Besides, I didn’t even keep the medal.” Joking back, you made your way back to the kitchen to finish making your cuppa.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, Ale will let you take one of hers as a replacement! I mean she’s got enough to give the whole team at least one, don’t you Capitana?” Claudia teased, causing Alexia to blush warmly as she stepped into the kitchen in an effort to partially obscure her embarrassment.

“I do not.” She protested but earned a chorus of boos from the team.

“Come onnnnn, I bet you don’t even know what all of these are from!” Claudia doubled down, pointing at the trophies that lined the various shelfs of the apartment.

“I do too.” She pouted, and you barely restrained the urge to run over and hug her.

Instead you focused on pouring your water as the team decided to grill their captain on what trophy was from what.

“What about this one?” Patri pointed as you finally reentered the living room with your tea.

“Patricia. That is literally the Ballon d’Or.” Alexia deadpanned and the entire room burst into laughter.

“I knew that. I just didn’t know if you knew tha- wait. Is that an Olympic medal?” Patri interrupted herself, going from embarrassed to intrigued in a matter of seconds.

You, on the other hand, nearly dropped your cuppa. Your eyes widened, frantically flitting over to Alexia who also looked at least mildly alarmed through her carefully placed mask.

“IT IS!” The young midfielder explained as she reached out for it.

“Hey! Hands off!” Crossing the room, you gently smacked down Patri’s before she could reach your precious medal.

“Oh? Is that yours, Y/N?” A tone of intrigue interjected and you turned to see an incredibly interested Mariona staring you down.

“Does anyone else in this room have a gold medal? Or any Olympic medal for that matter?” You challenged, looking across the room of suddenly embarrassed professional athletes.

“No, we don’t. Which is why I’m sure everyone is curious as to how Alexia has one in her possession.” Sandra grinned, eyeing you carefully and you genuinely considered cutting all allegiances to the goalkeeper in that moment.

But, you were used to worst. You don’t win a GOLD medal at the age of 18 with the USWNT without having taken worse.

“Well that’s easy! Someone had to remind her that there’s some trophies she just won’t ever have.” You retorted sweetly.

The room stared with their jaws on the ground because no way did you just say that.

But you definitely did and you grinned successfully in getting them off your back.

Or so you thought.

“Oh? Interesting! Is that the same reason she’s wearing a USA sweatshirt? Or maybe it’s the reason your boot bag and ID lanyard are hanging up by the door where you dropped off your bags.” Marta smiled even sweeter as she took a swig of her beer and you realized you’d just been beat at your own game.

“Oh shit.” Alexia whispered, snapping you back to reality as you burned with both embarrassment and maybe a little bit of anger.

After six years, that is what unraveled it all?

Your gold medal and a stupid Team USA sweatshirt?

“Marta Torrejón Moya!” You growled, launching yourself over the back of the couch and knocking the other woman to the ground.

A surprised oof is all she let out before she laughed loudly and wrestled back, the two of you rolling across the apartment floor.

“Y/N!” Alexia reprimanded, crossing the room, effortlessly snatching you off the ground and away from Marta.

“Wait, so are you guys fucking?”

“María!” Nearly the entire team shouted at once as Mapi just shrugged innocently.

“What? I’m just asking what we’re all thinking.” She defended as Alexia rolled her eyes.

“Yes, we’re fucking. Is that all you wanted to know?” The midfielder stated bluntly as she looked at her longtime friend with what might very well be distaste.

“Ale!” You hissed, cheeks sufficiently flushed by this point.

“So when's the wedding lovebirds?” Patri teased as the whole room laughed and you looked over at Alexia for help but she just shrugged again.

“After the World Cup. Depends on how long her Victory Tour takes.”

And that sufficiently silenced the entire room.

“Wait, what?” Patri gasped and the whole room seemed to echo the sentiment.

Still mildly dumbstruck you nodded at Alexia who was looking at you for permission to explain further as it was the only answer you could provide.

You really weren’t expecting this to be how your night went.

“We’ve been dating for six years, well before she even came to Barcelona. We got engaged before the Euros which I had intended to win for her like she won the World Cup for me but I suppose the world had other plans. And I already told you when the wedding is and yes you’ll all be invited. Now, anymore questions?”

And the room burst into chatter. Everyone overlapping. A million words and your head felt like it was going to combust.

“ENOUGH!” You yelled, and everyone listened. The room went silent for you.

“Enough. This wasn’t meant to happen tonight so can I please propose we talk about my proposal later? Tonight I would really like to take my promesa to bed. It’s been a very long month.”

And they listened again.

Slowly the team stood up, still clearly processing the information they’d just been given, and gathered their things to go. They all came up individually, offering hugs and congratulations and little teases and promises to talk about it all later. And you felt the warmth of it all right in your heart.

But you did still feel a very sweet relief when the last of them had filed out of your doorway.

“I told you we should’ve put the medal in the bedroom.” You sighed, looked over at her in a mix of adoration and exhaustion.

“And you were right as always. But right now the only thing I want in our bedroom is you.” Alexia smiled softly, holding out her hand.

And just like every other time before, you took it and let her lead you away.

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #barcelona imagine #woso imagine #espwnt imagine #espwnt x reader

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jewbeloved · 9 months

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hi hi!! your fics are great!! if you don’t wanna do this you don’t gotta ^^

kyle, kenny, heidi and tweek with an albino s/o?? only if you want to!!! :D (also this is just a question but do you do fics too?? or just headcanons?? thanks!! love your works btw :) )

🎨 anon

Kyle, Kenny, Heidi, and Tweek with a albino s/o🤍✅🎀

Note: To answer your question, I do both. But I prefer to do headcanons more often.

Warnings: none

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎀

Gotta be honest, nobody has seen an albino person in south park before aside from the ginger kids.

Kyle thought you were unique and interesting, you have clear pale skin and pure white hair. He wanted to know more about you.

Kyle would be glad to help buy you clothes to keep your skin protected from the sun! That is...if your skin is sensitive to the sun.

When he saw your eyes, he was flabbergasted. He never saw someone with blue, hazel, or brown eyes before (We don't talk about that time he got possessed by the Christmas spirit)

But that's only if you do have blue, hazel, or brown eyes. Man is still learning about albinism please help him out 😭😭😭😭

Cartman would say that you look like the ginger kids except you have white hair and look like a ghost.

Kyle would deck him like always, he could careless on what his s/o looks like.💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍖

Kenny thought you were a ghost when he first saw you and then apologized right afterwards for assuming.😭😭

He has also never seen an albino person before either so he is very interested in you and your appearance.

Kenny would lend you some of his parkas if you needed something to protect yourself from the sun.

He will also buy you some sunscreen, but probably only the cheap ones since he is poor. But you'd help him pay for the ones you need.

But besides that, he loves hanging out with you! He probably might play with your hair and put it into different styles (If you let him).

He didn't understand why people were weirded out by your pale skin and white hair.

He'll get more aggressive if they continue to make you feel bad about being an albino.

Being different is fine because it makes Kenny interested in you <3🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💚 Heidi Turner 🎀

Oh my god, she absolutely loves you! and the way you dress (If you're into fashion or not).

She didn't understand why you always wore sunglasses on a sunny day until you told her that your skin is sensitive to the sun.

She'd buy you a whole pack of sunscreen and other sun protection clothing if you need them.

Although your appearance did get her attention for a min, she still saw you as a normal person to hangout with.

You both would talk for hours (If you're talkative) and she would get to know more about your albinoism.

She wouldn't admit it, but she likes holding both of your hands in hers. She likes the feeling of your soft skin <3

She is still happy to have a s/o who isn't a manipulative sociopath like her ex...💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Tweek would probably stare at you for like an hour, but he would stop once he realizes he's making you uncomfortable. Has anybody in south park ever seen an albino person before?????

If you never explained that you have albinoism he probably would have thought you were sent from the government uncover.

Like Heidi, Tweek probably likes holding both of your hands into his. It calms him down when he's having one of his constant twitches or panic attacks.

Tweek doesn't know much about albino people so he'll sit down and listen to you explaining it to him. (But he'll probably get distracted a little).

He volunteers to help pay for the clothes and accessories you need to protect yourself from the sun.

He really likes your hair so he'll probably also play with it as a stim.💛💛💛💛💛💛

I need to play some more music when I'm writing my prompts, it helps me focus.

#south park x reader #south park #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #heidi turner x reader #tweek tweak x reader #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #heidi turner #tweek tweak #albino #albinism #southpark blog #southpark sp #sp x reader #x reader #southpark x y/n #southpark scenarios #southpark headcanons

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ilyuu · 1 year

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Congratulations on your 400 milestone! May I submit Tighnari with the prompt "one talking to the other when they think they're asleep" for the milestone event? where Nari and gn reader are friends and he confessed this way, not knowing they were awake or something like that.

once again congrats on the milestone! i hope you have an awesome friday evening!

-cherry sprite anon

hi hi cherry sprite anon! (guess i’ll make a tag for you then, hehe)

i’m sorry so the long delay! it’s only until now and a bit of yesterday had i’d come around in trying to finish this and sent it out for you! i do hope that you’ll enjoy it, and thank you for requesting as well,, :)

warnings : a bit of angst at the start, confession.

he’d always knew how he felt about you.

when? he’s not sure; there are a many a moments he could choose wherein it could’ve been the start, a start.

you, the one who bandaged him whenever he came back with welts on his skin, even when he’s capable of doing do himself? (featherlight strokes that barely felt like anything, and with such consideration and care along with it.)

you, the one who tries and tries to follow in his footsteps, taking in every tip to improve your own salves? (there’s an eagerness in you, when he has some time to spare for a few lessons, that he finds himself attached to.)

(he soon finds out that maybe you take a bit more space in his thoughts than he’d, well, thought.)

he’s aware of how it crossed the confines of affinity, intimacy, whenever he saw (felt) you near him (his ears takes it all in - small streams cascading, a soft string of chirps in the air, rustling of leaves - and always hears your voice in the midst of it.)

why not tell them? he asks himself, too many times for his liking. it’s one of those questions that he cannot find an answer for, no matter how long he looks into it.

“of course. all those words of caution and it still had little to no regard for yourself.”

so he says - and yet, something that comes close to a softness of sorts sifts into his words, a bit sweeter, than he’d let on.

the sheets shrivel to the slight shuffling of the bed, leaving a wake of wrinkles - in a way, an answer in and of itself.

you’re sleeping, swathed in sheets as sleep has long held you in its arms.

the skies fell into nightfall a while ago, and the life around and within the forests started to still into a silence that he’s accustomed to this late. lights start to fade; voices an echo; and all that is left in the depths of the darkness is nature itself.

and his words.

“though unnecessary, it was at least a way for you to get some rest. it was bound to happen, sooner or later.” he sighs, shaking his head. “so, good for you.”

silence.

“…i’m not exactly the most skilled with words, though that goes without saying, so don’t mind the particulars of what i’m about to say.”

“it’s difficult trying to compose myself whenever you’re around. and that leads me to wonder whether you’re doing it on purpose - it’s not possible though, i doubt it, but… it has to be obvious, one way or another.”

“i say that because, if you hadn’t notice, which i doubt you haven’t, i have these unique features of mine,” he tugs at the tuft of his tail, “that react quite lively: i’m sure you saw it on occasion on how it reacts considering you.”

“i’m also sure where you know where i am heading with this and, though, i prefer to say it while i could gauge out your reactions… this is the best i can do for now.”

he sighs. his hand slowly settles atop of your head, running his fingers through your hair. unruly, he tries to untangle all the knots and, somehow, it did little to nothing to rouse you awake. if anything, you only found yourself closer to the unfamiliar (very familiar) source of warmth.

“i like you, [name],” he murmurs. his voice dips a bit. “i find myself tied to you by the hip, even when it feels like the other way. heh. always wondering, always asking myself where you are if not beside me. that’s really childish, and a bit cheesy, but that’s how i feel.”

“and it’s how i’ve been feeling for a while now.”

again, silence.

all that is a remnant of him is the phantom peck of left on your forehead, the space between your brows. (the way you scrunched your nose was… cute.) that spot of tepidness lingered, even after tighnari left.

(the light is put out this time.)

and even when you let your eyes open, the world now quiet.

even in the cold, the crisp puff of wind caressing in from the cracks, you feel your face heat up bit by bit within moments. the last few minutes had finally fell on you.

he likes you.

he likes me. he likes me. tighnari likes me.

those words - his words, his voice - is said over and over again in your head, reliving the moment if possible.

for you like him as well. a smile touches your lips, one that could counter the sun itself (was it awake.)

you know now. you’re now aware.

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Redemption

Prompt/Summary: Request from anon: can I please get a Carlos smut fic. I’d like him to be the complete dom in bed. Also for @brightsunflowersworld and @hnmaga-blog who both requested stuff on the same lines

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x Female Reader

Word Count: 8,300

Warnings: S M U T [as the ask suggests, Dom!Carlos, but it's still Carlos, so Gentleman vibes at all times]

forgive me father for i have SINNED

“Hey,”

Warm fingers wrapped around your elbow, stopping you in your tracks. Your stomach dropped and you cast a quick glance up to the sky in a silent plea that this would be quick, before turning around. You grasped the phone you were holding with both hands and hitched a gentle smile onto your face.

“Hi, Carlos,” he was stood too close, again, just enough that you had to crane your neck up to meet his gaze. “Congrats on today, by the way, it was a brilliant drive. You really deserve the win,” you meant it. Carlos had wanted a win for so long, and he’d worked so hard to get himself into a car and a team who could give it to him.

He positively radiated at your words, the beam that had barely left his face for the last hour growing wider still as he flashed you his teeth and then cast a shy look at the trophy hanging low in his hand as if he still couldn’t quite believe it was his.

“You’re coming to the team photo?” You tried not to bristle at his question. You didn’t want to be the one person annoyed at him today.

“Yes, Carlos, I am part of the team,” you sent him a tight-lipped smile and held the phone up. Any sense of normal conversation immediately vanished. He nodded awkwardly, mumbling an ‘of course’ and tilted his chin up at someone in the distance, moving past you to meet them.

The second he left you found yourself letting out a sigh of relief, turning the phone absentmindedly in your hands. You still had an hour to wait whilst he was on media duties to rally the team and collect as much evidence as you could before the photo. Like most interactions with Carlos, you put it to the back of your mind and tried your best to get on with your job. You knew a lot of people looked down on the jobs like social media admin, but it was still a role in the team. Besides, since the team had finally let you embrace TikTok and meme culture you knew you were responsible for a good hoard of new followers. Still, you found yourself not for the first time rubbed up the wrong way by Carlos’ throwaway comment.

You deliberately stood right on the edge of the group photo, even though your smile was genuine. The second it was over you were ducking out again. Luckily, Carlos was too busy surrounded by everyone wanting a piece of Silverstone’s newest winner for you to even see him. What you hadn’t anticipated, however, was walking directly into the three other women working as part of the race weekend team at Ferrari.

“Y/N,” Jessica, Charles’ PR manager stopped you.

“Don’t even think about it,” Megan, who was technically your boss at Communications chimed in.

“I’m literally standing here, what could I possibly be thinking about?” you grumbled, not sure what you could possibly have done to warrant such stern looks.

“Team drinks, tonight,”

“No,”

“See, I told you!” Carrie, who was just eighteen and new to the team piped up. “Please, Y/N, we’ve not been out with you in ages,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“C’mon guys, we can do something just the three of us another time,”

“Don’t you think sometimes it would just be easier if you were normal to him?” Jessica, who you’d known the longest as you’d both started working with Ferrari in 2017, sent you a knowing look. You could feel your face heating up in response and it became a battle to keep your expression neutral.

“Absolutely not,”

“He’s just won a Grand Prix, Y/N, don’t you want to celebrate?” You had to fight the urge to tell Carrie to shut up about things she didn’t fully understand. You knew from the way Megan was flipping through her clipboard of notes you were about to receive a threat, which made you laugh at least.

“Alright, fine! But only because I can see Meg looking for a punishment for me and I am not filming Charles moaning in an ice bath again,” Carrie looked like she was about to hug you, the younger girl virtually bouncing on the spot as she let out a small squeal of joy. “Text me the address and time will you, Meg? I’m going to need a taxi,”

You recognised the address the second you picked up your phone from where you were sprawled out in the hotel bath, a concoction of salts added to the water in an attempt to either calm you or kill you - you weren’t fussed which. You’d been before, it was a fancy cocktail place on the embankment in London, right on the riverfront. It made up the top floor of an old industrial building, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked right out over one of the most iconic skylines of London. The drinks were obscenely expensive but worth every penny.

You hoisted yourself out of the bath, wrapped a towel around yourself and started to flick through the limited wardrobe you’d brought with you. Typically, you hadn’t packed for such an event. The last time you’d gone to a work do… well, you knew how it had ended and had vowed you’d never get drunk with colleagues again. Your eyes lingered over a short red dress you took with you everywhere. It fit you like a dream and was the perfect last-minute-plans dress. As you pulled it off the rack you froze.

You could almost smell the cheap beer of the dodgy dive bar in Texas you were in. Max had just achieved a career-best and over at Red Bull proper, Daniel had brought home a win. You’d been wearing that dress. It was your second season with Toro Rosso, but first on the travelling team and it had been the first time you’d been invited out to team celebrations. You remembered the way Carlos had been staring at you all night and how you’d had a crush on him for most of the season. You’d filmed that stupid mechanical bull video earlier in the day, and it had been the only thing on your mind since.

You also remembered peeling that dress off the floor at four o’clock in the morning on your way out.

Cringing, you put the red dress back without hesitation. The same way you’d left Toro Rosso.

No, tonight was the night for moving on. It was not for silly little dresses and making the same mistakes you’d made at twenty. You instead settled on a pair of fitted trousers, a flattering, silky wrap top and light makeup to match. You found a pair of sensible heels and nodded at yourself in the mirror for being such a mature and sensible woman in her mid-twenties. And rewarded yourself with a gin and tonic whilst you waited for the taxi.

The group chat Carrie had set up named “The Gworls in Red” for the female Ferrari workers lived on mute, but you scrolled through the recent messages as you sipped your drink and took some entertainment from Carrie’s apparent breakdown over what to wear. It seemed she’d sent a photo of everything she owned, and you were glad that at least Jess was a good enough sport to have responded and helped her out.

The second you arrived at the bar you made a beeline for Jessica, who was already nursing a Sex on the Beach and was in deep conversation with a couple of the boys from Charles’ pit crew. You appeared at her shoulder with a quick hello for everyone.

“Did you hear?” One of the guys, you had a feeling he was called Marco, asked you with a gleeful look. “It’s an open bar,”

“Really?” You couldn't keep the excitement out of your tone. You were a sucker for a quality cocktail. You immediately excused yourself and picked up a menu, deciding to start your adventures off strong with a Negroni. Very mature, you told yourself again as you were joined by Carrie with a Cosmopolitan that was the same shade as her dress.

To be fair, the party was pretty great. You were off duty, though you couldn’t help but capture a couple of key moments for a post later. The drinks were exquisite, and the company was much more fun than Red Bull. Classier, and much less chaotic despite the thickening Italian accents piercing through the room. As much as it was funny, not having to worry about the destruction caused between a drunk Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen removed a layer of stress for you. At one point you’d even found yourself dancing with your friends and smiling. And, most importantly, not thinking about avoiding him the entire time.

You’d been doing well, too, until Meg announced she needed a smoke break and you figured there’d be no harm in getting another drink and accompanying her. The air was pleasantly warm as Meg made idle chat with you. She puffed on her cigarette and you sipped your drink.

“Why do you avoid him like the plague, anyway?” She asked, tilting her head inside. You didn’t need to look to know the older woman was talking about Carlos. You took another drink.

“It’s awkward,” she shrugged and blew a smoke ring.

“English people make so much drama,” she grumbled something in Italian “It was a one-night stand. If I acted like you I’d not be able to go in that room,” she jabbed a thumb at the party thriving behind you. You couldn’t help but snort into your drink and Meg laughed along with you.

“If it was just a one-night stand it would be fine, I’m not a total prude,” you decided to blame the alcohol for your loose lips because you’d never admitted to anyone what had really happened when you’d slept with Carlos. Megan stubbed her cigarette out and immediately lit another, gesturing for you to keep talking.

“He asked me on a date after,” she narrowed her eyes at you, clearly not satisfied with your response. You sighed, taking a big gulp of your drink and savouring the bitter way it burnt your throat for a second before taking a steadying breath and continuing. “And I snuck out,”

Meg inhaled hard and burst into spluttering coughs. You had to pat her on the back and let her finish your drink before she settled into wheezy laughs, gripping your arm to stop you squirming away.

“You…” she had to stop to wipe her eyes, shaking her head as she continued. “You ditched a Formula One driver? Stupid girl,” you groaned audibly, ruing giving away the last of your drink as you twisted the empty glass in your hands uncomfortably.

“Why did you think you got an application from me mid-season? I had to leave,”

“Leave who?” Jess had joined you two on the balcony. “What have I missed? Carrie is puking, by the way,” Meg snorted, but had an affectionate smile.

“Golden boy asked Y/N on a date and she never answered him. That’s why they make everything so awkward,” you dropped your head into your hands, muttering an irritable ‘thanks’.

“What!? Why!?” Jess sounded as gleeful as Meg had at the news.

“Love the support guys,”

“No come on you must tell us,” Meg piped back up, offering Jess a cigarette from her packet, who shook her head politely, Meg just shrugged and tucked it back into her jacket. You really wanted another drink.

“Was he that bad?” Jess always had been blunt. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, but your face said everything.

“No. Fucking. Way,” her voice was low, almost impressed. “So much for the ‘Smooth Operator’, ha,”

“We were like twenty,” you tried to defend, but they weren’t interested. They wanted details.

“No, no I have to know. How?” Meg was pushing, and Jess had disappeared for less than a minute and returned with a round of Mojitos. There was no way you were going to get away without sharing more.

“It was just a bit… sappy?” You told your drink. The other two women were staring at you in silence and you sighed heavily. Detail it is, then. “Like he asked if I was alright constantly,”

“Okay but skills, c’mon Y/N, stop sparing details,” you groaned loudly, making Meg bark a laugh.

“You two are like fucking vultures,” you shook your head “Fine. He was average, happy? I never came. And he thanked me after,”

Jess was looking at you like you’d just told her she’d won the lottery.

“Poor baby Carlos. Never pegged him for the clueless type,”

“Okay, I’m done. And I’m cold,” you lied, leading the other two inside before they could push you any further. The group dissipated again once inside. You decided two successive tequila shots were required to immediately forget that conversation, Meg resumed the role of the responsible adult and collected a glass of water to take to Carrie and Jess disappeared into the midst of the mechanics, where she was happiest.

You amused yourself at the bar, chatting to a couple of other team members you didn’t usually see and having a bit of a dance to some terrible cheesy music. Your head was starting to spin and you were feeling a little stupid, which to you was a sign you needed water and fresh air before you went down the same road as Carrie. Having said that, Carrie had clearly revived herself as she was aggressively snogging one of the apprentice boys in the middle of the dance floor.

Water collected, you found yourself back out on the smoking balcony, enjoying the five minutes of quiet to try and capture some aesthetic photos of London at night as you let the cleaner, cooler air do its job.

“I didn’t know if I’d see you tonight,”

You’d recognise the Spanish accent anywhere. Immediately trying not to tense you picked up your glass and held your hand up in apology. “Hi, great party, sorry I’ll just-”

“No, it’s okay,” you nodded at his gesture for you to stay outside. You sipped your drink to stop yourself from sighing once again. “I don’t hate you, you know,”

“Never said you did,” you shot back, immediately defensive.

“You look like you want to run away every time I see you,” he was leaning casually on the balcony, quietly absorbing the view. He seemed calm, much calmer than you’d ever seen him before. He had a contented smile sitting on those full lips, his hair combed back neatly and shining as the warm outdoor lighting caught it. He was wearing dark jeans and a shirt with a thin jumper pulled over the top. He didn’t look like someone who’d been going nuts on the podium celebrating his first ever F1 win a few hours ago.

“It’s just awkward,”

“Is it?” He turned his head to look at you, eyes holding yours with ease. After spending years avoiding ever looking at him, let alone in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit betrayed by your body as you felt a shiver run down your spine. There was a reason you used to have a crush on him.

“Look I’m sorry-”

“No apologies, please,” you tilted your head to the side, not quite following. He scratched his neck with a slightly awkward laugh. “I needed to learn the lessons,” you pulled your lips in on themselves, pressing your mouth into an awkward grimace and nodding.

“Did you leave Red Bull because of me?”

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.

“Um- Jesus Carlos, straight for the jugular,” You huffed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I guess. I was young and I didn’t have an idea of how to talk to you after and it felt like the right thing to do,” he nodded slowly.

“And when I came to Ferrari? You still didn’t know what to say?”

“Hey,” you bristled “This isn’t just me. You never made any effort either,”

“Okay, fine,” he nodded, admitting his own fault.

You turned back to your drink, turning your nose up a little as the water had gone lukewarm from sitting under the small heater chugging away in the corner. You tipped it into the plant pot beside you and turned to walk back inside.

“Alright, Carlos, this was weird. Congratulations on your win though, I am really happy for you,”

“Wait,” he caught your arm, his fingers warm through the thin material of your top. His voice was almost desperate as you raised an eyebrow at him, “Please,”

“What else do you want from me?” He let go of you, running a hand through his hair. You pretending you weren’t watching the intricate way the strands fell back over his long fingers.

“Clean start,”

“What?”

“I want to start again. Forget everything, forget Red Bull and that terrible night and my terrible clothes. Please, let me clear the air, I beg you,”

“Okay,” you agreed. The problem was, you’d never disliked Carlos. Although that night had killed your crush on him, you did like the guy. He was kind and attentive to those close to him, he made an effort to say hello to everyone he saw, and he was always the one worrying after everyone else. He would look at someone like they were the only person in the room when he spoke to them. And he was funny, effortlessly so. He had every right to be an arrogant bastard, but he was one of the most down-to-earth people in the sport.

He stuck his hand out, a small grin on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Carlos,” you shook his hand, rolling your eyes but there was a smile making its way onto your face.

“I’m Y/N, hi,”

“I would very much like to get you a drink,”

One more couldn’t hurt, right?

*****

“I was not that bad!” You collapsed into giggles at his indignant expression. Three more drinks and the balcony was still occupied by yourself and Carlos.

“You licked my leg at one point!” Carlos made a high-pitched noise that turned into a laugh, doing nothing to calm you down as he knocked into you.

“My God, why didn’t you say something to me?” He had his head in his hands, pretending he couldn’t look at you.

“Because you have these stupid great big eyes and it’s impossible to say mean things to you,” he immediately took that as an excuse to invade your personal space, crouching a little so he was looking up at you and batting his eyelashes like some kind of Disney cartoon with a little grin on his face that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Really?”

“Shut up,” you shoved his shoulder playfully.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, the noise of the party still babbling in the background. He was stood so close that your forearms were brushing against each other and it was making your insides warm pleasantly.

“I wish we’d done this sooner,” you hummed. “I forgot how much I liked you,”

Carlos shrugged. “Needed to grow up a bit,” you couldn’t help but agree.

He turned to you, a glint in his eye you hadn't seen before.

“If you want,” he started carefully, backing off to give you some space. “I can show you how much I’ve grown up,”

“He wins one race and suddenly he’s Mr Confident,” you rolled your eyes, playing hard to get. You couldn’t deny your interest was piqued.

“Hm, no, I’ve been confident for a while,” oh. Okay then. “Don’t you wanna congratulate your winner?” His fingers trailed almost lazily along your arm, watching the way goosebumps followed him. You felt like you were glued to the spot, only just managing to swallow around your tongue, which suddenly felt too big and dry in your mouth.

“This what you meant by clean slate?” Your attempt at a quip to break the tension was poor.

“It can be,” he paused, holding your gaze once more. “You look beautiful tonight, in case no one told you,”

“Oh fuck it,”

Luckily he understood what you meant, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling your body close to his as he leant down to kiss you. Any concerns you had for people inside seeing you immediately flew out of the window, along with any other rational thought. His lips felt better than you remembered. He used his nose to gently nudge your head to the side, allowing him better access to your mouth. One hand stayed on the small of your back, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh there, the other came up to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back further and causing your mouth to open a little. Carlos hummed appreciatively as he licked into your mouth, drawing a small gasp from you as you finally moved from his shoulders to grip his hair. The way he tightened his hold on you was addictive.

He pulled back slowly until his mouth was hovering just above yours, his grip on your chin leaving you powerless to move closer. He pressed light kisses along your jaw and down your neck, clearly enjoying the way you were already squirming helplessly in his hold.

“You already want me, hm?” His eyes blown wide, warm brown darkened, gave away that he wanted you just as much. You tried to lean forward to get him to kiss you again, but he just pulled away with a calm tsk.

“Use your words, Princesa,” whatever you were about to say died on your tongue. He clearly wasn’t satisfied with silence, swooping back down to nibble at the base of your neck, exactly where you liked it until you could feel your resolve fading.

“Yes, I want you,”

“Good girl,” you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you. That was definitely new, and it was hot.

Carlos called the taxi. You sidled up to Meg who was sprawled out on the chairs stacked around the sides of the dance floor, letting her know quietly you had a headache and would be heading out. She nodded sleepily, not really paying attention. You slipped down the stairs to the lobby where you had a clear view out onto the road. Carlos then made a show of saying a grand farewell to everyone, thanking them for the party and the free drinks and everything else winning drivers are supposed to say, you figured.

The ride back to his hotel was fairly quiet, but it wasn’t far away. You weren’t sure what to say. You figured cracking jokes and general chit-chat would ruin the mood, and the tension between you was already thick enough that you were surprised the driver couldn’t see it. You were grateful that he didn’t seem to recognise Carlos, and the two of you were able to get to the lifts without seeing another person. You ran into the same problem in the lift. Carlos was staring at you like he’d been starved and you were his favourite meal. It was making it difficult for you to stand still, constantly feeling the need to squeeze your legs together to keep yourself upright and to try and relieve some of the pressure he’d created by barely touching you.

When the doors pinged open, he didn’t say a word. Simply placed a hand on your lower back, barely making contact, and guided you forwards. The same happened at the door to his hotel room, he just silently held the door for you and invited you in.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

You were suddenly aware of how dry your mouth was and accepted gratefully. Carlos placed the small glass in your hand and watched you carefully as you finished it.

“I’m going to say this only once,” he had your full attention immediately. He was the kind of guy who didn’t need to be loud to be listened to. “Are you sure you want this?” You couldn’t help but smile, remembering last time, when you were asked if you were okay every thirty seconds, to the point where you’d told him rather abruptly to shut up.

You nodded. But he was frowning at you again.

“Need to hear you say it,”

“Yes, Carlos, you have my consent. I want to have sex with you,” he let out a huff of a half laugh, crossing back into your space. He held your cheeks with one hand, putting just enough pressure on to make your lips pout.

“Always so blunt,” he regarded you as if you were an insect he’d trapped, with mild interest as if he hadn’t quite decided what he wanted to do with you. “Might have to fuck that attitude out of your pretty mouth,” you gulped instinctively, knowing instantly that you were game for whatever he wanted you to do that night.

He let go of your cheeks, swapping to a gentle caress of your neck, the sudden change in tone enough to give you whiplash.

“You can tap out, whenever you need,” his brown eyes were fixed on yours imploringly. You nodded, but already knew you were putty in his hands. You could feel yourself slipping into a different mindset, one where you would go along with pretty much anything as long as it felt good. And you had a feeling this was going to feel very, very good.

“Take your clothes off for me,” Carlos fell back on his bed, gesturing for you to do as he said. You weren’t the type to pull a strip tease out of thin air, but you thought you made a decent show by simply slowing down your movements, dragging your own fingers across your skin as if they were his, by languidly dropping each item in a puddle on the floor one at a time. Once you were fully naked, Carlos just nodded approvingly and pulled his jumper over his head so that he could roll up the sleeves of the white button-down he had on underneath.

“Come here,” he gestured for you, so you made your way to the edge of his bed. He held your hand gently as you climbed up, and swang a leg over his hips so you were straddling him. He watched you for a moment, examining your body up close, hands running reverently over your skin.

Something in him seemed to break because with little warning he caught the back of your head and pulled you down to him in a feverish kiss. It was a little sloppy, in a good way, as you opened your mouth obediently against his, allowing him to take full control of you. You were already sighing and whining against his lips and you could feel his mouth curving up into a smirk in response. His fingers were digging into your hips, guiding you down so that your naked body rubbed against his jeans. You let out a high-pitched sigh as the friction hit you in all the right places, small crackles of electricity winding their way up your spine had your head dropped back and you repeated the movement.

You were settling into a rhythm, enjoying the way the material was almost too rough against you. A sudden loud noise made you jump, and it was only as your backside warmed and started to sting you realised he’d slapped you. His hand was resting on the throbbing cheek, rubbing gently to dissipate the sting.

“For making me wait so long,” his voice was gruff, deeper than it was a second ago. His hand left your bum, coming back down again, hard. You’d been a little more prepared this time, but the contact still made you jolt as the sound echoed around the room and the sting flooded back.

“For being a silly girl, avoiding me,” you whimpered, but not from pain. Carlos hesitated for a second to read your expression, his hand landing against your other cheek once he was satisfied, the untouched skin blossoming much quicker.

“For you to remember your manners,” You opened your mouth immediately to argue,

“But I haven’t said-” He immediately stopped rubbing the area and gave you another sharp smack.

“Manners, Cariño,” you just nodded silently, going limp in his arms in submission.

“Good girl, let me see,” he pulled you forwards, so your chest was pressed right against his as he peered down your back, examining his handiwork. The stinging sensation was subsiding into a pleasant warmth that was making you arch your back and keen for more. He hummed in approval, complimenting the shade of pink you’d managed to produce for him.

You pulled back, and he responded with a soft kiss, but you were too riled up to go back to soft and instead pressed yourself against him, trying to convey a silent need. Your hands were working at his belt buckle as he sucked your neck. Your fingers brushed against the bulge waiting for you and he hissed, sinking his teeth into your neck. He was making it difficult to focus as you finally managed to push his jeans away and slip your hand through his boxers.

He caught your wrist just as you were getting close to what you wanted.

“No, no. I have some work to do first,”

Carlos guided you onto your back, moving on top of you. You were immediately shifting your hips up, trying to regain some of that friction from earlier as he teased your neck, large hands playing idly with your breasts.

“Carlos, please,” that seemed to do something, because he hummed against your neck, one hand coming down to test between your legs.

“So wet for me already,” he mumbled against your skin, casually brushing against your clit and watching the way you jolted into him. “One minute, okay?”

He stood up, leaving you naked on his bed. Your whole body was humming, your skin felt like it was glowing you were so hot in your need for him. Carlos was rummaging around in his suitcase, something you were largely disinterested in, keening for him to come back to you. When he stood up to return, something was in his hands.

“You trust me?” He held up two silk ties, both with the Ferrari logo at the base. You fought the urge to laugh.

“Yes,”

He towered over you as he attached your wrists to the bed posts behind you with such gentle attention you were almost surprised he was tying you up at all. The silk was soft, and the ties had just enough pressure you could feel them keeping you in place but they weren’t cutting into you enough to hurt. Carlos trailed his fingers down the side of your face, and across your lips. He pressed two fingers against your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth on instinct. You watched his eyes widen on the spot as you sloppily sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them and sucking hard. You saw his demeanour falter for a second as his hand ghosted across his crotch.

“Dirty girl, thinking about my cock?” You couldn’t do anything but whine as he removed his fingers, watching the string of spit that followed with fascination. “Gonna make you feel so good,”

You’d hold him to that, you thought.

Using the fingers you’d just sucked he worked his way through your soaked folds, sliding into you with little resistance. You gasped at the feeling, it wasn’t anywhere near enough, but you were so desperate it felt good to have something inside you. The moan he ripped from you was enough to let Carlos know he was certainly making you feel good. He started to move his fingers slowly, experimenting with the depth and curl until you gave a strangled cry as he hit that spot inside you that made your vision white out for a second.

“Yes, there, please,” you were almost in tears and he’d barely done anything to you. His face furrowed with concentration as he moved slowly, making sure he hit the same spot a couple more times so you were writhing and pleading beneath him. He moved up to press a soft kiss against your lips, saying I know and you’re doing so well and just a little more without saying anything at all. His lips were burning against your skin as he left a wet path down the length of your body. Your arms were straining pointlessly against your ties, desperate to grab his head and put him where you needed most.

Without warning Carlos moved forward, licking a stipe from his fingers that were still seated inside you all the way up. You jerked involuntarily. And then Carlos dived into you like a starved man. He had all the enthusiasm of the last time he’d done this, except now he had the accuracy to have your eyes screwed shut as you were physically unable to stop the string of curse words and his name from rolling off your tongue as he targeted your clit, fingers working inside of you. You felt like you were on fire, flushing hot and cold alternatively as he built speed until you couldn’t even speak. Your body felt like it was going to explode, and you tried to relay that to Carlos but instead of stopping he pulled back, sucking on your clit.

Feeling his teeth graze against what felt like raw nerves was enough, your mind went blank as your back arched off the bed, every muscle in your body tensing as you came with a wanton cry of his name. Carlos stilled his head, allowing you to move your hips against his face until you were too sensitive and needed to stop. He kept his fingers inside of you still, just keeping them pressed up against your G-spot so the waves of pleasure crashing over you didn’t quite stop. Once your breathing had returned to normal, he pressed a kiss right against your clit, ignoring your trembling legs.

“Such a good girl,” he sounded strained. “Let’s try for one more, no?”

You shook your head, body already feeling heavy from the first. Carlos regarded you carefully. When you didn’t vocalise the no, he moved his fingers, much slower and softer, but enough to send sparks up into your belly; just poking the glowing embers remaining.

“Do you really want me to stop, Princesa?” He asked, pretending you weren’t moving your hips to meet his hand or whimpering quietly to yourself.

“No,”

“So good,” he grinned, kissing you quickly before diving back down between your legs. “Gonna make you scream for me,”

This time, he barely had to move; his mouth working you at a relaxed pace as he lazily played with your spent body. You were so sensitive that you could barely breathe, just his breath on you alone enough to have you straining against your bonds and writhing in front of him. Slowly, you started to pass through the haze of overstimulation, your mind falling back into place as the gentle licks he was working you with were not quite enough.

“Carlos,” he lifted his head at your voice, his lips and chin shining.

“What is it? What do you want?” His voice was careful and controlled, a far cry from your own as a broken moan fell from your lips. He curled his fingers inside you as he spoke. “You can tell me, Cariño,”

“More… please,” it must have been the cue he’d been waiting for, because a wolfish grin stole across his face.

“Of course,” you whimpered as he kissed your forehead, your cheek, your neck. Working his way carefully down your body, leaving no part of you untouched by his mouth. He was slowly picking up speed with his fingers as he did so, working you into a rhythm so that by the time he finally placed his mouth back on you, you cried out helplessly. He mumbled something, the vibrations moving straight through you as he focused all his attention on bringing you back to that tantalising edge. All his teasing paid off because again he’d barely needed five minutes and you were a mess.

“Please, Carlos, please,” you were calling his name like it was a prayer, your hips bucking up out of control as he flattened his tongue against you. Tears sprang to your eyes at the desperation of it all, the heat in the room almost stifling. You didn’t know exactly what you needed, all you knew was that you were blisteringly close to an orgasm and Carlos was the answer. He hummed against you as you clenched your legs together, calmly using his hands to wrap around your thighs and pull them back apart. It didn’t stop the way you felt him moan against you. He squeezed your thighs, targeting your clit at the same time and that was it.

Your head dropped back as your mouth opened and you did, actually, scream his name as you came, harder than before. Your eyes were wet, and you could feel tear tracks streaking down the sides of your face. Your whole body was blushing, the colour blooming across your cheeks and shoulders. It felt like the only thing keeping you on the planet was Carlos’ hands, holding you firm and keeping you in place as he slowed his movements to a slow kiss as you came down, positively trembling.

He pulled back, something akin to awe in his eyes as he looked at you, hands tied, legs trembling and sprawled out for him. He reached down to touch you once more, hushing you as you whimpered at the contact, the sensitivity making you shudder violently.

“Shh, you’ve been so good,” he murmured, voice soft. “Tidy up for me,” his fingers, coated in the mess from between your legs were back on your lips. You opened your mouth without question, watching the way he swallowed harshly as you licked your own juices off his fingers.

“Shit, Y/N,” you smiled through bleary eyes at the compliment, barely registering him pulling away and leaning over you to undo the ties. He caught your hands, placing a cooling kiss on each wrist as he lowered them.

“You okay? Need a break?” He was watching you, concern flashing across his eyes for a moment. You took a second to think about it, registering the way your body was already heavy and spent, but you could feel in the pit of your stomach that you weren’t done. You wanted more. You shook your head, sitting up. Carlos brushed a stray tear from your cheek, murmuring sweet nothings as he did so.

He pulled you into another kiss, his hand cupping an entire side of your face. It was easy to melt into him, the way he was so gentle with you but so commanding. He was kissing you like you might break, but at the same time, there was a searing intensity behind it that had you wanting more, again. You’d recovered some of your own movement, your hands finally had stopped shaking enough for them to become useful again. You moved up to play with the collar of his shirt, slowly working at undoing each button until it was hanging open. You ran your hands across his shoulders. He didn’t stop you, which you decided equated to permission as you pushed the material off, revelling in the solid warmth of his chest.

He’d put on a lot of muscle since you’d last seen him like this.

Your mouth was watering, Carlos’ lips reattached to your neck not helping. He pulled back, running a thumb across a spot on your neck that he’d been paying a lot of attention to, making you shiver.

“When you look in the mirror, I want you to see this and think of me,” you made a small noise at the back of your throat in response and dropped your hands to his open jeans, palming at him. He grunted, eyes fluttering shut for a second. You slid off the bed, dropping onto your knees on the floor. When Carlos opened his eyes to see you like that the noise he made was almost deadly.

“I know what you want, pretty girl,” his thumb was playing with your bottom lip, swollen from kissing. “You wanna congratulate me?” You nodded, your affirmation little more than a breathy sigh as you sat back. It gave you a small hit of satisfaction to watch Carlos move with haste for the first time that night as he stood to shimmy his jeans down his legs, followed by his boxers.

He sat back down, right on the edge of the bed, his legs spread on either side of your body. You couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him, already hard and straining against nothing right in front of your face. You looked up at him, blinking hard as you took in the sight. He looked like a god, watching you from above with a soft look in his eye, hair flopping forward due to the bend in his neck. All tan skin and smooth muscle. He stroked your face once more.

He sat back, watching you leisurely as you moved forward, wrapping your hand around him first. There was a lot of him, but you weren’t one to shy away from a challenge. You couldn’t wait any longer, dipping your head down at the same time you gazed up, taking his tip into your mouth. Immediately, you were rewarded with the sweet and salty taste of precum on your tongue. He hissed as you bobbed your head a couple of times before dropping your head down, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could.

“Go on, Cariño, whatever you want,”

“Shit,” he groaned into his hand, composure rapidly fading as you began to work. He let you move at your own pace for a little while, rewarding you with plenty of praise as you dragged your tongue against him and hollowed your cheeks to suck. His head dropped back as he tangled a hand in your hair, tapping your cheek to still you for a moment.

“Can I?” He didn’t need to ask the full question, you humming a ‘yes’ with as much of him still in your mouth as you could. He tightened his hold on you, and you relaxed your neck, allowing him to guide your movements on his cock. It was hot, there was no denying it as you closed your eyes, squeezing your legs together to try and ignore the heat building once more, relaxing your throat and simply focusing on breathing through your nose as you let him fuck your mouth.

“So fucking good,” he spat through gritted teeth, his accent as thick as you’d ever heard it. “Such a good girl for me,” you looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent as you nodded.

“So good for your winner,” you moaned at the same time as he pushed right to the back of your throat. The combination ripped a noise from him you’d never heard before, something primal and almost guttural.

He pulled you back a little, fucking more into the hollows of your cheeks as you sucked hard around him.

“Fuck, okay. Enough,” he released his grip on you, allowing you to pull off him. You looked up at him quizzically, not sure why he stopped you so suddenly when it was just starting to get good. He chuckled at your lost expression.

“Don’t look so disappointed, Princesa,” he pulled you back up so you were standing in front of him. He pressed a kiss against your mouth, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you down, rolling on top of you with ease. “Want to be inside you more,” he was stroking your hair, admiring the way you looked pinned beneath him.

“I want you,” you agreed, running a hand through his hair. “I want you to fuck me,” he groaned, head dropping into the crook of your neck, mumbling something in Spanish against your skin.

“You are incredible,” he praised, voice like honey. You raised your hips to meet his, a thrill of anticipation shooting through you as you felt him brush against your pussy. You were not above begging him, and he hushed you, unbothered and unrushed as he let his fingers trace down your body, before lining himself up with you.

It felt like someone had punched the air right out of your lungs as Carlos slid into you with little resistance. You could feel the stretch of him, it was making your mouth water as he filled you up the way you’d needed all night. He was still for a moment, catching his own breath as he gauged your face for a reaction. When you pulled him into a heavy kiss, mouth open and panting against him, he began to move.

Carlos dragged his hips back slowly, almost fully withdrawing from you before moving forward in one smooth motion. You could have sworn you could feel him everywhere, the pace tantalising. It was like you were laying on a bed of hot coals, not enough to burn you, but a steady heat that was stealing over your body and settling close to you. Your mind started to cloud, your only focus on the man above you and the way he was making you feel every detail of the moment.

“So tight for me,”

“Carlos,”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he all but purred, starting to increase his rhythm. Your nails were pressed into his shoulder blades. He moved with a little more force and your legs came up to wrap around his. Something in the angle he was hitting you changed, you cried out before you could stop yourself, your nails dragging hard down his back as you did so. Carlos gave a strained laugh.

“You like that, Princesa?” You were nodding weakly, as he continued to aim for the same place so the tension within you felt like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.

“Oh my god, Carlos,” he grasped one of your hands, tangling your fingers together and pinning it above your head, his face so close to yours you could pick out the gold flecks in his eyes. There was nothing smug in his expression, his brows knitted together in focus, eyes searching yours the whole time. You could feel the warmth of his lips he was so close, just hovering out of reach for a kiss.

“My name,” he paused to grunt as you contracted around him briefly, “Sounds so good from your mouth,” he was hitting you with a bruising point, the elastic band within you stretched so tight it was starting to fray. He finally ducked his head down, kissing you hard.

You all but screamed into his mouth, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you as your orgasm hit, your entire body shaking violently with the force of it. Spots clouded your vision, Carlos’ hips stuttering against you with a strangled cry the only thing you could think of. You let out a broken sob, his name the only thing on your lips as he held you, letting you ride out the moment as the pair of you tumbled into oblivion.

Carlos let you down carefully, his hand running through your hair soothingly as you came back into your body. He was breathing heavily with the effects of his own high, but his entire focus was on you.

“Hey, look at me,” you managed to meet his eyes through your exhausted lids, a weak but satisfied smile on your lips.

“Hey,” you murmured. He gave you a sweet kiss.

“Hi,” you carded his hair through your fingers. You’d never noticed how soft it was. “You okay?” You nodded with a noise of confirmation. “You did so good,” you nodded again, your whole body heavy and spent as if you’d just run a marathon. You didn’t even want to know what time it was.

“That was-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, a satisfied laugh replacing the words.

“Yeah,” Carlos agreed, finally satisfied you were well enough for him to move off of you. You felt the familiar tang of loss as he slid out of you, and made his way into the bathroom. Your mind was too hazy to form proper thoughts, so you laid there naked a little longer, thinking half-heartedly about where your clothes were.

Carlos reappeared in the doorway, his figure backlighted by the soft glow of the bathroom lights. He looked ethereal, and part of you couldn’t help but be furious with yourself for avoiding him for so long. You could have had this years ago. You hadn’t noticed Carlos was crouching in front of you again, watching you with a tenderness you’d not felt in a long, long time.

“Come on, Cariño,”

“Gimme a minute to call the taxi,” you mumbled starting to pat around pathetically for your phone. Carlos caught you, concern flashing across his face.

“Woah, no, no. I meant come for a bath,”

“Oh,” you giggled stupidly as he helped you to your feet, allowing you to grip his arm as you wobbled your way to the bathroom on jelly legs.

He sank into the water before you joined him. He pulled you so your back was pressed flush against his chest, gently scooping water over your skin. You leant back allowing yourself to revel in the feeling as he pressed kisses across your shoulder, the damp ends of his hair tickling you pleasantly.

“Don’t worry, Cariño, I’m not letting you go anywhere,”

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so this got...out of hand to say the least lol. but oh my god was it so much fun to write and got me out of the little blocky funk I've been in. flat spin fans don't panic I promise it is coming I've just been really struggling with this one scene and I needed something to keep the motivation going

AND NO IT'S NOT GETTING A PART TWO BEFORE ANYONE ASKS

also i had this idea about carlos being a previous one night stand and i just had to get it down

anyway, not much else to say from me. how do we feel about midday posts over nighttime ones??

lots of love <3

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