#Alternate Universe Fan Fiction

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[innerenigma]

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[ka3trv]

“W-where are we?” The brunette questioned as all eyes landed on him.

(This is a scene from my fic)

[oddshroom]

[sacredthefran]

Cream & Sugar 8 (2/2)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader 

Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Smut, Riding, a little bit of spanking, a minute of some unease,a little bit of girl x girl, nothing to crazy happens. If I missed ANYTHING please let me know. Also, this is a 18+ blog so minors DNI  

Word Count: 6.7k

Authors Notes: Here ya guys go :) hoping to have part 9 up by New Years. Enjoy my loves!

Previous Part

“You’re taking me to a dinner where Mr. Costello the leader of the fucking mob is hosting?” 

Jake gave you a blank stare before the corners of his lips turned upward. 

“What’s wrong? You sound a little scared.” He teased you before jumping out of the car - walking leisurely over to your door, opening it with a grin that could give the Cheshire Cat a run for his money.

“I’m not scared.” You scoffed at him, waving away his hand that was stretched out towards you. 

“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?” You jumped out of the car, landing with a soft thud. 

Jumping as you felt two calloused hands grabbing at your hips, spinning you around so your face was met with the base of his neck - forcing you to crane yours backwards so you could make contact with the coffee irises that were peering down at you over the bridge of his nose. 

“What’s a little mob boss going to do to me?”  Jake parroted back, reaching down to palm at your ass cheek, making you jolt forward even more into him. Feeling a blush starting to rise on your cheeks as you felt his dick starting to harden against your stomach, cursing to yourself that you were out in public when you wanted nothing more than to drop to the gravel and suck his cock right then and there. 

Your eyelids fluttering shut as you felt the his hot breath hitting the side of your neck, his tongue making a line to the bottom of your earlobe -  him creating a small distance between his mouth and your ear to whisper in a menacing tone “I could list all the things he would want to do to you…..sucks for him though..because you’re mine, you’ll always be mine, won’t you baby?”

Fuck.  He knew he had you right where he wanted you. Trying to even out your breathing, you took in a deep breath - which backfired. New Cologne? You thought as you took in the scents of what he was wearing, he was clean smelling but had a hint of Vanilla to him with the smallest note of cigar smoke on him. Normally that would turn you off, give you an ick. But on him? On him it turned you on even more - thinking about him sitting in his office, chair pushed away from his desk, legs opened wide, but not too wide, just the perfect distance for you to fit right in between watching him wrap with plump lips around the end of the cigar. His eyes closed as he inhaled the smoke and slowly exhaled.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Jake teased you, placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your lips as you felt him starting to add in a sucking motion. 

Taking a final deep breath - trying to engrave the smell of him into your brain. Raising both hands to his pecs, you gave a gentle tap before pushing him away from you. 

“Can we go now?” 

“Not until you answer my question?” Jake raised an eyebrow up at you, tilting his head silently telling you to go on and answer him. 

“Of course I’ll always be.”

“You’ll always be what?” That cheeky bastard. 

“Jake…”

“Y/n.” 

“I’ll always be yours.” You mumbled, staring down at your black pumps. 

“Huh? What was that?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. 

“I’ll always be yours daddy.” 

Turning abruptly on your heels, you started to make a beeline for the glass doors that are holding paradise behind them - before you could get too far, a strike was delivered to your left ass cheek and a arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

“That’s what I thought.”

Jake mumbled against your head and giving a quick kiss to the top of it. Not that you were complaining, but Jake has been more touchy since the two of you had left Greenville - it didn’t matter what you were doing or where you were going but he always had to be touching you. At first you noticed it with the way he always loop his pinky finger around yours when the two of you would be walking but then it started becoming more obvious with the way how he would always pull you in tightly beside him, pressing himself against you - almost as if he wanted to live in your skin or vice versa. 

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You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been in the mall - but you would assume it had been at least several hours, based on the fact that Jake would drag you into every store that crossed your path. He didn’t care about the protests and whines that would leave your mouth, instead he would just tug on your hand with a smirk each time mumbling ‘It’s not going to kill you’. 

An eyebrow arching everytime he would check out and the total amount was always in the high hundreds or low thousands. Even though you knew how much the man in the cream colored shirt was worth beside you, it never failed to send a shock to your system. As you watched him swipe his black credit card you could hear that singular sentence he would always state everytime you would protest on how much he was spending, ‘It’s just money…I’ll make it back”. 

The thing that really got you going? It was always the look on the cashiers face when they realized who it was standing in front of them. Either a look of fear or desire would grace their faces - the first time it happened you were embarrassed but by the second time, it gave you a power trip. Now you completely understood why Jake is the way he is. Afterall, it is his world and we just live in it.  

“C’mon.” 

While you were in your own little world you failed to see the store that was up ahead - Agent Provocateur . The lingerie store that haunts your dreams. Jake absolutely loved putting you in the provocative undergarments, but you on the other hand? You absolutely hated it. At first you loved the idea of it, knowing that he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. Of Course your curiosity got the better of you, so you looked up the catalog online and all you saw were women that you envy. They were everything that you wished you could look like for Jake, scratch that, they were just the women that you wished you looked like in general. 

“I don’t want to go in there.” You mumbled, pulling back on his hand when he tried to move you towards the store's opening. 

“Stop sulking. I’ll buy you a cookie when we’re done.” 

“And a milkshake?” 

“And a milkshake.” Jake smiled at you, feeling on top of the world as he finally pulled you into the store. 

You could feel your breath tightening in your throat as the overwhelming scent of jasmine and rose filled your nose. Or maybe it was due to the fact that the store was covered in a promiscuous lighting, the dark gray carpet with black lines swirling around it, or the mannequins being placed all throughout the store covered in scanty clothing. 

“Hello, welcome to Agent Provocateur. I’m Tara. Is there anything I can help you with?”  

Oh for fucks sake. You rolled your eyes as you took in the sight of the women before you. She looked just like them - just like the women in the catalog. Of Course she does. 

“We need one of the suites.” Jake smiled at the short blonde, turning on his charm. 

“Of course Mr. Kiszka. I’ll take you back to your usual. Would you like a bottle of Dom Perignon as well?” 

Jake pulled you along beside him as he followed her towards what you assumed was his usual suite. Your stomach was turning a mile a minute as you thought about all the girls that he had taken to the store. How many women were there before me? Your stomach was turning even more when you saw the looks that Tara was giving Jake. The eye contact was intense, the way she giggled whenever he spoke. He’s not that funny. 

“Here we are. Is there a certain set you had in mind Mr. Kis-”

“Please call me Jake.” 

“Sir, that's against policy, you know that.” 

“No, I insist. I prefer it.” That smug bastard. You weren’t sure what he was up to but you knew he had something planned - the gears in your head going a mile a minute. 

“Jake…” She paused for a second looking deep into his eyes before blushing “Is there a certain set that you would like me to bring back here?” 

“Not really. I do happen to love seeing y/n in purples, reds and greens. Obviously I want support but the least amount of clothing. Thank you.” 

Jake dismissed her while pulling you further into the suite. Clearing his throat when you took the liberty of walking away from him, examining everything in the room - the plush black couch, the sleek black table sitting beside it with two champagne flutes on top, a door that was left slightly ajar, to what you assumed was where you were actually supposed to change. 

“Yes?” You turned around after feeling the heat from his stare on the back of your head for a couple of minutes.

“You okay?” He arched an eyebrow at you before taking a seat on the couch - placing his elbows on the back of the couch and making a show of him spreading his thighs, lifting his hips gently before setting them down. 

“Peachy.” 

“Drop the attitude. I’m doing something nice for the both of us.” 

“And how exactly is this fo-”

You were cut off to the sound of a knock on the door, silently cursing at yourself for not closing the door after Tara. 

“Sorry if I’m intruding, I have a couple of items for you to try and I have the champagne. Where would you like me to put it Jake?” 

Jake smiled wickedly at you before turning his head to face her. 

“Actually, could you pour me a glass?” 

“Of course.” Tara finished wheeling in the rack of undergarments, closing the door in the process and practically skipping over to the table to crack open the bottle.

 Anything to please Jake. Your cheeks were turning red as the situation pissed you off even more. She was practically undressing him with her eyes when she brought the flute over to him. 

“Would you like one as well, Y/n?” She then turned her attention towards you, her green eyes sparkling in the light. 

“That won't be necessary. Pour yourself a glass. Y/n here, is going to try on a couple of outfits for us.” 

“Ja-”

“Try the purple one’s on first.” 

Tara’s lips started to turn upward as her eyes flickered in between you two. With an exaggerated flip of your neck, you made your way over to the rack of clothing grabbing every hanger that had an article of purple clothing on them and made your way to the dressing room - making sure to slam the door shut behind you. Sinking down to floor and pausing for a second, all of this starting to become overwhelming. You knew that Jake loved flirting with every women that came across his line of sight, but this? This was horrible. 

You couldn’t quite make out what Jake and Tara were saying out there but you could hear the different voice octaves and it made your heart start beating harder than it ever has before. Fuck. Rubbing a hand over your face and taking a deep breath, you decided that enough was enough and you needed to get the show on the roll. The quicker you put on your lingerie, the quicker this day would be over.

Looking at the pieces in front of you, you sighed, grabbing the set that would cover more skin then the other pieces that look like they would barely cover a nipple. Stripping off your clothes slowly, you paid attention to every detail that you could see in the mirror - the stretch marks on your thighs, how soft your tummy looked, how your right breast was slightly bigger than your left. Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t help but compare yourself to the woman on the other side of the room sharing laughter with your sugar daddy. 

Taking another deep breath, you adjusted the lace fabric over your breasts one more time before turning towards the door and pulling it open. The conversation between Tara and Jake had ceased as you came into view - raising an eyebrow as you noticed her sitting on the couch beside Jake, legs crossed with a champagne flute in her right hand while her left hand was resting on his thigh. He was sitting with his back pressed against the couch with his face a light red almost like he just got done laughing. Great, here come the tears again. Blinking your eyes to try to rid yourself of them, you stood awkwardly, not sure how to position yourself. 

“What do you think Tara?” Jake kept his eyes on you as he directed the question to the woman who started rubbing her hand in a smoothing motion on his thigh. 

“You want me to be honest?” 

“Ofcourse, honesty is the best policy after all.” He mumbled over the rim of his glass. 

“I think she looks delicious.” 

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Air caught in your throat once again as you stood there wide eyed, realizing that you read the whole dynamic of the situation wrong. Now you were staring at the both of them, watching as they both turned to look at each other, Jake raising both of his eyebrows up at Tara, almost like the two of them had a secret language between them. Giving a final squeeze to his thigh, Tara pushed herself off the couch and slowly started walking towards you, swaying her lips a little bit, which you presumed was for Jake. 

Jake leaned back into the black couch, licking his lips before raising his right hand that was holding the flute to his mouth. His eyes zoned in on the sight unfolding in front of him - Tara circling around you, lightly tracing her pointer finger over your body, starting at your shoulder and as she went around, it dropped lower diagonally until it met the waistband of your panties in the front. Pursing her lips at you, she placed her pointer and middle finger in the purple band of the fabric, pulling back softly and then letting them snap against you. Tara smirking at you as you flinched at the action. 

“You’re a shy one aren’t you?” She leaned forward to whisper in your ear “Jake loves the shy ones.” 

Your body shuddering when her glossed lips met the side of your face. 

“I..” 

“Shh. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. Can I taste you?” 

Fuck it, why not? 

Tara slowly backed away from you, looking at your face for reassurance - a smile breaking out onto her face when she saw you shake your head yes. Placing her hands on the side of your hips, softly digging into your flesh before pulling your body flush against hers. Chest to chest - her hands starting to move slowly up and down your body, her finger tips pulling at the clasp of your bra in a teasing manner. Planting her lips on your shoulder, she started a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck before starting to suck on the one spot behind your ear that drives you crazy. Taking a final look at Jake to see him starting to slowly palm himself in his pants, your stomach started to turn. It wasn’t anything that Tara was doing to you that was affecting you this way. It was the fact that Jake was watching the scene in front of him unfolding. The thought of Jake staring at Tara was enough to make you ill, this whole situation was becoming too much for you. 

Closing your your eyes and placing your hands on Tara’s shoulders, gripping them firmly. Using what strength you had, you pushed her off of you. 

“I didn’t take you for being the feisty type.” The blonde winked at you, placing her hand on top of yours, trying to pry your grip off of you. 

“Tara stop.”  Jake’s voice pulled her out of the lust filled trance she was in. 

“But, I thou-” 

“She clearly doesn’t want this to happen. Stop.” 

Retreating your arms from her, taking a couple of deep breaths, you moved backwards so there was at least a six foot gap in between the two of you. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you crossed your arms, flicking your eyes back and forth between Jake and Tara - an intense stare down was happening. 

“Ja-.”

“Apologize to her. Then after you are done doing that, I want you to leave the two of us alone in here, you are going to put everything on my tab and make sure  that it gets delivered to my house. Do I make myself clear?” 

Jake raised a single eyebrow up at her when she didn’t listen to him. Instead, the woman opted out of just staring back at him, stomping her left foot when she realized he wasn’t going to budge. 

“Now.” 

Tara’s shoulders falling in defeat as she slowly turned towards you “Sorry.” 

“That’s not a proper apology and you know it.” You didn’t have to look at Jake to know that his eyes were shooting laser beams into the back of her head. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that you shook your head yes, and I took that as an indicator that you were okay with the situation, but I should’ve been paying to your body language to realize that you got timid and you weren’t really okay with me continuing.” 

You found yourself starting to feel bad for the girl in front of you, she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Well, Jake does have that effect on people. 

“Baby.” Jake called out softly forcing you to bring your attention towards him - he waited until the two of you made eye contact before speaking again. “Do you accept her apology or does she need to try again?” 

“I accept it. Thank you for saying sorry.” 

“You can leave now.” He addressed her in a stern voice. 

Without saying another word, Tara looked back at you before turning around and walking out the door - making sure to close it with a slam. Clearly pissed off about the plan the two of them had going south. 

“Are you okay?”  

“I’m okay.” Giving Jake a small reassuring smile, “If anything I’m embarrassed.” 

Now setting the flute on the ground, he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees, his head hanging low, seeming like he was lost in thought. 

“Why would you be embarrassed?” He finally spoke out after a couple of minutes. 

“You and Tara clearly had a plan of what you wanted to do to me and I couldn’t follow through.” 

“Look….Tara is an old friend of mine. I met her back when I was starting out at New Horizons. I was fucking people left and right back then…once I started coming into money, I started taking them here and figured that I could atleast buy them something as a way to thank them for letting me use them.” 

You let out a sigh as he was reminiscing about his life before he met you, jealousy starting to course through your veins, thinking about all the other women he had before you. 

“The first time I visited here with a girl, Tara was attracted to her. One thing led to another and I just haven’t broken that pattern. Well I haven’t broken it until today.” 

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked him, arching an eyebrow up at him, tilting you head to the side. A smirk gracing his face as he watched your ‘little tantrum’ as he liked to call it. 

“There’s my girl.” 

My girl. You couldn’t help the way you smiled - your heart swelling as he looked at you. 

“I’m sorry that I put you through that. You should know that I never want you to feel like you have to do something in order to please me.” 

“I thought you wanted me t-” 

“I want you to do what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t like the idea of me sharing you with someone else for a night, we won’t do it then.” 

“Okay.” 

“It’s a deal.” 

“Well….” You trailed off, breaking your eye contact from him to look towards the door.

“Well?” 

“I mean…I wouldn’t mind one with Danny.” Biting your lip trying to suppress a giggle, the air around the two of you felt tense, you were trying to bring it back to a joking manner. You didn’t like it when the two of you were having serious conversations - you liked the version of Jake that would laugh after everything you said. 

“You’re so funny. Has anyone ever told you that before?”  

“A couple of people have mentioned it.” 

“Well they’re wrong.” 

The two of you giggling before breaking out into full blown laughter. It felt so good to laugh with him. His cheeks slightly turned rosy, placing a hand on his tummy as he leaned backwards onto the couch. Jake ran his eyes up and down your body, before settling back onto your face. 

“Come here.” 

“Ja-”

“Just come here.” He patted his right thigh - signaling for you to make your way over towards him and sit there. 

You know he didn’t mean anything malicious with that action, but you couldn’t help how your mind went back to the vision you saw earlier in the mirror - the stretch marks, your tummy and your breasts. Crossing your arms even tighter across your body, trying to cover up as much as you can, you dropped your eyes down to your feet, trying to make it seem like you were interested in the white nail polish adorning your toes. 

 “Why are you getting all shy on me now? What’s wrong?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows, standing up from his previously seated position on the couch. Making his way over to you, brushing your hair behind your ears before cupping your jaw gently. 

“Don’t lie to me.” He whispered softly, using the hand he had on your jaw to push your head up. 

“I just…it’s stupid.” You weren’t about to tell him about all the insecurities that were rushing through your head right now. 

“It’s not.” Jake insisted, now taking both hands up to your cheeks and pushing them together, causing you to make a kissy face, before leaning down to place a kiss softly on your lips. 

“Just…..I don’t know Jake. I guess all the attention you get from every woman we pass is starting to catch up to me.” Jake’s eyes softened as he processed what you were saying, your cheeks were starting to get hot from all the attention he was giving you - closing your eyes seemed like a good idea, so you did just that. 

“I was stupid and let my curiosities get the best of me….so I did some creeping on socials….and I found what your exes look like.” The hot air from Jake’s mouth hitting your face as he let out an airy laugh. “I can’t compare to them.” 

As you spoke the last sentence, the air that was once filled with light suddenly was filled with tension again. He dropped his hands from your face, causing you to peek one eye open, finding him standing up straight and his head thrown back. Looking up towards the ceiling as he clucked his tongue. In a lightning fast speed, he jerked his head forward again and crashed his mouth onto yours. 

“Jump” He mumbled against your lips as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs signaling you to do so.

“Jake” You squealed when he lifted you up “Put me down!” 

Why would he listen to me you thought as he started walking towards the black couch. 

“Don’t drop me!” You jerked forward into him, locking your arms around his neck. 

“Oh, like this?” He smirked at you as he loosened his arms, mimicking the motion of dropping you. 

“Stop” You squealed even more - clinging onto him for dear life. Jake breaking out into a belly laugh, turning around sitting down on the couch with you straddling him. 

“You really think you can’t compare to them?” 

“I said it was stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid. Just answer my question.” 

“Yes.” You let out a large inhale. 

“Bullshit.” Jake whispered - cupping your jaw]. 

“It’s not.” 

“Yes it is. If I wanted them, I would be with them. But I don’t. I want you.” 

“You’re just saying that.” You rolled your eyes at him, of course he would try to use a line like that on you. 

“I’m not. Y/n I want you.” 

“Ja-” You started but then were cut off as Jake placed a single digit over your mouth. 

“You’re not listening to me. I want you. If I wanted someone else I could have them. I don’t want them. I want you. I want everything you have to offer me. I want you Y/n.” 

Your heart was swelling inside your chest - looking at Jake you could tell he meant every single word he spoke. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his finger away from your mouth, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a feverish way. Your lips fighting for dominance, Jake placing one hand around your throat to keep you near him and the other finding its way on your upper thigh, his fingers digging deep into your flesh. Even though the kiss was in a hurried manner, something about this felt different. 

Maybe it was the passion in the air or maybe, just maybe, it was the two of you starting to fall into your feelings for eachother. No that can’t be it. You were quickly pulled out of your own thoughts by Jake placing both of his hands on your ass, the fingers on his right hand toying with the lacey purple fabric. Your skin felt like it was on fire. 

Deciding that you needed more friction, you started moving your hips slowly back and forth - you could feel his cock harden with every movement. Detaching his lips from yours, Jake found that spot behind your ear that Tara was sucking on earlier. Your eyes fluttering close at the contact - you were positive by now that you were soaking his brown suit pants. 

“Fuck”. You let out a breathy moan when the seam of his zipper rubbed against your clit. 

“You feel what you do to me, princess? My cock gets hard everytime you come into the room. Can you feel that?” Jake whispers into your neck, his lips brushing against it lightly, leaving goosebumps to break out all over your body. 

As you felt yourself getting lost in the slow rhythm that you and Jake were creating - a harsh slap was delivered to your left ass cheek. Gasping, you jolter up straight to look down at the long haired man underneath you. 

“Words, princess. I need words.” He gave you a wicked grin, grabbing your hips and pulling you down directly on top of his cock. “I won’t ask again…can you feel what you do to me?” 

“Yes..” You whine out. Fuck him. If you were being honest with yourself, you would admit how you loved the power he had over you - the way he made you soaking wet with just one look. 

Satisfied with your response, the brown haired man sits up straight, wraps his arms around the middle of your back, pulling in close to him, so your breasts were at his eye level. 

“Good.” He whispers against the cup of the bra, forming his mouth into an o-shape before placing it directly on the fabric of the right side where he can see your nipple pebbling.  Your hands making its way into his hair, pulling it lightly, resulting in a low groan releasing from his chest. 

“Daddy, that feels so good.”  

Your words changed him - the passion he was using on you before changed into a starving frenzy. Pulling back from you, Jake put his hands in the middle of your bra, right where the clasps meet and gave a harsh tug. Wasting no time he pulled the straps down your arms, wanting to free you completely of the fabric. Looking back down at him, your eyes met his lust-blown pupils, keeping direct eye contact with you, he put his palm in the middle of your back, arching it more, leading your left breast directly into his mouth - licking, flicking and biting. 

You were a moaning mess on top of him, moving your hips in a searching manner, hoping to just get a feel of his cock - but there was one problem. Every time your clit grazed his cock, he would wrap his arm around your waist, lifting you higher so it was almost impossible for you to do so. 

Judging by the way you would feel his lips curling upwards into a smile along your skin, he knew exactly what he was doing. He had you in the palm of his hand. Your eyes were threatening to close as he snuck his right hand was tracing your slit over the lace material. Hips bucking forward into him as a feather light touch circled your clit. If he couldn’t feel your juices soaking through the fabric before he definitely could now.

“Does my princess like that? Does she like it when daddy plays with her little pussy?” 

Knowing that his gaze was still focused on you, you gave a quick nod hoping that it would be good enough for him - but of course it wasn’t. A smack was delivered to your pussy, making your thighs stiffen and jolt upright, pulling your chest away from his mouth. 

“Answer me.” 

“Yes daddy…I do.” 

“Good, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Watching you try on these clothes, just for me to rip them off so I could see what’s mine.” 

While he was talking, your body dropped down further and further down into his lap. Thank you Jesus, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he used his pointed and middle finger to apply pressure on your clit while rubbing quick circles. 

“How long has it been since you’ve touched your clit? How long since you’ve made yourself cum?” 

“Since that one phone call.” You let out in shaky breath, feeling the white heat of your impending orgasm starting to wash over you. 

“That phone call from last month?” Jake slows down the pace of the circles, going at an impossibly slow pace.

“Yes.” You state while tilting your head to look down at him, A sigh leaving your mouth - the hot air hitting his face as he continues to stare at you. 

“Really?” Jake asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you. 

“I’m serious.’ You let out an agitated chuckle. 

Tilting his head to the side, he puckered his lips, sticking his bottom lip out as if he was mocking you.  “Oh baby, it’s been what? A month and a half?” 

“Ja-“ 

Smack.

An open palm landed against your left ass cheek this time - letting you know to correct yourself. 

“Daddy…please.”

“Please what?”  He clucked his tongue at you in a teasing manner. 

“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.” 

“Please…don’t stop. Please let me cum.” Jake parroted back at you, he was loving every minute of this. His lust blown eyes had a new sparkle to them as he watched you writhing on top of him - your hips jerking back and forth, tears starting to form in your eyes. The frustration of him not letting you get your release was doing a number on you. 

“Do you think you deserve it?” 

“Yes! Yes I do. I’ve been so good. Please, please, please.” 

Your sentence was starting to turn into a mantra as his pointer and middle finger were rubbing harsh sharp circles on your clit. Jake whispering ‘Don’t move’ into the valley between your breasts while you heard the slow antagonizing sound of a zipper being undone - taking the hand that was holding you up in a bruising grip, to take his cock out. 

With a sharp exhale against your skin, Jake took his left hand, moving the lace material to the side and ran his fingers through your soaking slit. Using those same fingers, he wrapped them around his hardening dick, giving it a few tugs, before removing his other fingers off your clit, pulling you down firmly against his lap. Your eyes widening in surprise feeling  his cock nudging against your entrance -  threatening to push its way in and divide you but there wasn’t enough movement for it to follow through. 

“Earn it.”  Jake growled into your ear, his hot breath fanning your face making goosebumps appear on your skin - placing his arms on the back of the sofa, letting you take the reins for once. 

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you lifted yourself up enough to wrap your hand around his cock, holding him steady, placing his tip against your slit. Sliding down slowly, every inch of him going deeper and deeper until he was nuzzled up against your cervix. Moaning softly when the familiar burn of him stretching you out was starting to wash over your body - your eyes turning into slits as you grabbed his shoulders to help you steady yourself enough to switch from your knees onto the balls of your feet. 

“Fuck.” Jake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting out a soft moan as you lifted yourself off him - going all the way up so just his swollen head was in you before lowering yourself all the way down again. 

As you bounced you traced a line from his shoulders to his neck and then back again before deciding to place both your hands on the back of his head. Holding Jake’s head straight so the two of you were staring at each other - both of your cheeks flushed, mouths parted slightly open, you breathing in his exhales as he breathed in your inhales. 

“C’mere.” He whispered out in a begging tone, practically begging for more contact with you.

Dropping your forehead onto his, your eyebrows were furrowed together when the waves of pleasure started to take over your body, your legs beginning to shake. The lewd sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy was filling the air. In a flash Jake moved his arms from the back of the sofa to cradle your head in between his palms. Tilting his chin up he met your lips in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth clashing - faces smashed against each other. You swallow his moans and in return he swallows yours. 

Jake pulled away to press his forehead against yours, tightening his grip in your hair so you had no choice but to look at him. “Fuck, princess. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

You nodded the best that you could against him, your legs turning into a trembling mess, the wild look in his eyes was the only thing that was keeping you from giving up on reaching your high. 

“C’mon baby, let me have it. I want to feel all of you.” Jake looked deep into your eyes as he spoke - suddenly turning the emotions in the room of a sexual frenzy into a loving atmosphere. 

“Let me help.” 

Untangling his hands from your hair, he moved them down to your thighs. Placing his hands under the shaking muscle, manually moving you up and down, trying to get you to relax enough to the point where you could succumb to the pleasure. It worked - you feel forward completely, your chest pressed against his, your mouth landing right next to his ear. The small pants leaving your mouth sounding like music to him. 

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” Turning your head to press your forehead into his hair as your vision started to become blurry. 

“I know…you can do it. I have you.” 

I have you, you repeated that sentence in your head a couple of times, trying to even out your breathing, trying to ground yourself, but it didn’t work. Every time Jake let out a grunt, you clenched around him involuntarily - he took notice of this. Holding your legs still, he used all the strength in his abdomen to start thrusting up into you, turning you into a moaning mess. Hot tears gathering in your eyes as he hit the perfect spot inside of you - drilling into it over and over again. 

“Stop being a brat and fucking cum for me.” 

That right there - that sentence caused the rubberband in the pit of your stomach to snap. Tears streaming out of your eyes as your vision started to blur. Pleasure taking over full reign of your body - causing every limb you had to shake. Hearing the sobs of you cumming was enough to make Jake reach his high too. Sitting up straight, he gripped your thighs and pulled you down harshly onto his lap - burying his cock the furthest it can go, moving his right hand up to tangle into your hair, his left hand sliding around your back, trapping your body against him. Jake’s hips thrusting frantically as he cum spilled into you. 

He collapsed back into the sofa taking you with him. Both of you exhausted, bodies shuddering against each other and breathing heavily. Jake tracing his left hand up and down your back before settling onto your hip, giving you a couple of reassuring squeezes. Lifting your head off of his shoulder, you took a couple of seconds to steal some glances at the man you were currently attached to. Smiling lazily as he looked fucked out. Sweat making a few strands of hair stick to his face, a soft smile spreading across his features as his eyes were closed and humming a little song to himself. 

“What?” He cracked one eye open, peaking at you before giggling. 

“Nothing.” 

“Mmmhm. Sure.” 

Fuck, you needed to put a stop to this moment - your heart was swelling with love with every second that you looked at him. Stop y/n. You can’t do this to yourself. 

“I just remembered I gotta be home early tonight. I told Landyn we could go out to dinner.” 

You tried to ignore the little dagger of pain stabbing you as you took in the look on Jake’s face. He looked hurt. 

“Sure.” He quickly wiped the frown off his face by replacing it with a toothy smile, throwing a wink in your direction. “I owe you a cookie.” 

Jake gave a light tap to your ass, signaling for you to get up and start getting dressed. Standing you up, your legs were a little wobbly when you turned around making your way to the dressing room that held your clothes. A deep chuckle stopping you in your place - looking over your shoulder you saw Jake watching you with a cocky smile. 

“Need help?” 

Scoffing, you faced forward and made your way over to the dressing room, stepping inside of the brightly lit area, placing your hand on the door. When you tried to close the door, you found yourself stopping in your tracks again as you watched Jake throwing his cream button up back on, only fastening the bottom two - stopping as he felt your eyes following his every move. Raising his head up, he gave you a cocky smile again before shooting you a wink. In return you made a scene by letting out a big sigh and slamming the door. Grabbing your clothes off the tiny shelf that was placed on the wall, the mirror caught your attention. Moving your hair to the side, you saw a tiny purple mark starting to show on your skin. Running your finger along it, you couldn’t help but to smile as you thought about the man who gave it to you. 

I’m so fucked. 

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idk how it’s gonna sound butttt… a new au where lance is single dad and nando is a stepdad 🥹 i’m dead every time i get to see nando with children GIVE THIS MAN A KID😭

TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST,, rn it's just a little blurb but I might make it a little more once i finish First Kiss 😭 (1.5k words)

Lance pulled into their new driveway, his daughter screaming excitedly behind him

"We're here, Lilah, wanna look at your new room before we take in groceries?" He said, not really meaning the we, a three year old girl wasn't much help.

"Yes, please!" She shouted, signing please on her chest. Lance had made sure to teach her sign language before she learned to properly speak, before she was born he had joined a "mummy and me" facebook group looking for help and that was one of the many things he was told to do.

Lance hummed, turning off the car and going back to take Delilah out of her carseat, helping her step out of the car before heading inside.

It was a gorgeous house in a safe neighbourhood, Lance figured as she got older living in a one bedroom apartment would get harder and harder so as soon as he had the chance he asked his best friend Esteban for help in house hunting and eventually moving the furniture in. Delilah's mom decided she didn't want to be in her life almost right agter giving birth to her, it had been scary, being a single dad at 22, but he had such a great support system and an even greater little girl.

"Come on, daddy" She spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts as she tugged on his pants leg

"Yes, yes, let's go baby" Lance smiled, quick to swoop her up and carry her upstairs to her bedroom, already adorned with all of her favourite things. The walls were painted a pale blue with cloud lights hanging from the ceiling, at the apartment they had before she was always sneaking out to play outside so he hoped making her room feel outside would limit that.

"This is mine, daddy?" She asked, looking away from all the toys, books, and stuffed animals to face her dad

"Yes, princess, all yours" He nodded, not able to help the wide grin on his face as hers lit up

"Thank you, daddy!" She signed again, holding her arms up to her dad to ask for a hug, he was quick to accept, squeezing her tight as she giggled

"You can play up here while I bring in groceries, okay? Then I'll make you lunch" He pulled away, the little girl nodding and running to the toy chest in the corner of her room to see what was in it as Lance made his way downstairs.

He finally finished putting away the gorceries, wandering back upstairs to ask Delilah what she wanted

"Lilah, are you hungry?" He spoke before walking into the room, startled at the emptiness "Lilah?" He called again, now beginning to panic at the absence of his daughter.

Delilah peeked past a tall white fence, eyes locking on a man who was laying down in the sun, he looked like he was sleeping

"Excuse me?" She spoke, the small voice causing the man to open his eyes

"Hello, sweetie" He spoke, sitting up and shooting her a puzzled look, wondering where she came from. He could tell by the change of her expression that she'd never head an accent like his before

"My daddy said laying in the sun causes you to get red and hurt" She spoke matter-of-factly

"Your daddy sounds very smart, where are your mommy and daddy now?" He asked, now a little concerned

"My daddy is in the kitchen, mommy left"

Fernando tried to hide his shock at the bluntness of the little girl, just nodding at her words

"I see, where is your kitchen?"

"In my new house!" She said with emotion for the first time "Me and my daddy just moved in, he painted my walls blue and i have clouds in my rooms sky!"

He couldn't help but smile at the talkative little girl, part of him worried at how quickly she was to be comfortable around a stranger

"Do you remember which house is yours?"

"Uhm..." She trailed off, tapping a finger on her chin before swiftly shaking her head and muttering a nuh-uh

Fernando nodded, standing up from his chair and holding out his hand "Let me help you find it"

"My daddy said I shouldn't go places with strangers"

The Spaniard couldn't help but laugh, this little girl wandered into his backyard and now that he was trying to return her she was worried about him being a stranger

"I pinky promise I'm nice, I just don't want your poor daddy worrying about you, sweetie"

"My daddy isn't poor! My poppy says we have all the money"

"Of course, Sorry for assuming" Fernando smiled down at her, crouching and holding out his hand "Now, how about we get you back to your rich daddy?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, her small thinking face was extremely endearing. She held out her pinky to the strangers hand "Pinky promise you're not mean"

He locked pinkies with her right away, shaking their hands a little bit before standing up "I pinky promise"

"Okay!" She smiled, grabbing onto two of the mans fingers as they walked, Fernando almost not noticing how she was just staring up at him

"You need to look for your daddy, not at me, sweetie"

"You're handsome, do you wanna meet my daddy?"

"Do I-" He laughed, shaking his head at the little girls comment as he picked her up "Let's focus on getting you home"

Lance was horrified, he checked every room in the house before realizing he didn't shut the door after bringing groceries in, leaving the house to see the white gate was open too

"Fuck, oh my god." He muttered under his breath, trying to stop himself from pulling his hair out as he look around the yards and sidewalks nearby. Delilah was smart, she was cautious most of the time so he knew she wouldn't have crossed the street without a hand to hold but he also knew she was way too friendly

"Daddy!" He heard a voice call after what felt like forever, his head turned to the voice and before he knew it he was scooping her up from the strangers arms, hardly acknowledging him

"God, Lilah, You can't do this now that we have a new house, I had no idea where you where."

"I met a nice man, daddy! He's just like those guys you call cute in the movies!"

Lance had to stop himself from covering her mouth, taking a deep breath before turning to the man

"I'm so-" Fuck. Delilah was so right. He was just like the guys he calls cute in the movies, he was gorgeous, Lance almost collapsed at the sight of the brunette man in front of him

"I'm Fernando" The older man spoke, holding a hand out to the young dad "I live two houses down"

"Hi, I'm Lance" He smiled, taking the (audibly) Spanish mans hand with no hesitation "Thank you so much for bringing her back, please don't think badly about me this doesn't usually happen" He tried to laugh it off to hide his embarrassment

"Is okay, she was great company."

"Are your kids older?" Lance asked, figuring that since the man was so amazing with Delilah right away he mustve beem a dad

"I wish, no, Is just me"

"Oh" Lance nodded, hoping his excitement wasn't visible

"Daddy, he's single!" The little girl whispered (very loudly), Fernando smiling at the pair

"Lilah, You can't just-" He began to speak

"Are you-" Fernando started, both of them pausing to let the other speak "Would you want to get coffee or something? Sometime, or not, is okay if no"

Lance laughed, something so charming about the comdination of the mans accent and flustered blabbering "I'd love to, I hope you don't mind if Delilah tags along?"

"Of course, could I have your number? To plan, of course"

"Yes, to plan" Lance smiled, taking the phone Fernando was holding out to him and putting in the numbers "Can't wait, Fernando"

He smiled, nodding at the two before stepping back to leave "I'll see you soon?" He half questioned half stated, Lance begining to respond before Delilah cut him off

"Yes! Bye bye, Nando!"

"Do you like him daddy" Was the first thing out of the girls lips once they got inside, her dads face flushing at the suggestion

"I think its bedtime" He teased, picking her up as she began wiggling in his arms

"Daddy, no!" She giggled, trying to squirm her way away from him "I'm gonna tell Nando to not go out with you if you make me go to sleep!"

"Fine" He groaned, a smile on his face right after, looking forward to whatever was to come with him and the Spaniard (and his little princess)

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jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good. 

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

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Types of Fanfiction as Canon's lovers-

Canon Compliant: Their soulmate, their one and only, pets Canon on the head and calls them 'honey'

Alternate Universe: Broke up with Canon by saying "It's not you, it's me"

Canon Divergent: Slashed Canon's tires, printed a note saying "fuck u" and nailed it on Canon's door, the crazy ex partner

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Arranged

Synopsis: What if Miyo had a twin sister? What if the Saimori's had three daughters instead of two? Miyo's twin was sent off to marry the only son of the Raiden family under the assumption that she would end up like Miyo and begging on the streets for money because of her lack of spirit sight.

Themes: Crossover, AU, My happy marriage, fluff, soft Scaramouche, hidden power, Time skips Husband scaramouche

Warnings: Depictions of trauma, Violence, depictions of depression. physical abuse

Word Count: 1,450

Note: My phone published this before it was finished I apologize readers for the double notification from this post.

It had been weeks since the meeting with your father. Miyo had been sent off to marry Kiyoko Kudou, and Kaya was to marry Kouji; you've been hidden from most people because your father was ashamed to have two giftless children, unknown to your father. You had a gift; you had been keeping it hidden to protect you, lovely twin sister, from being alone through the abuse. When she was sent off to marry, you were lost, no one to talk to you, no one there to comfort you when you were denied your requests to leave the Saimori home. One day, your father called you to a room for a meeting, and something inside you felt excited and scared.

Reaching the door, you gently knock on the shoji. "Father, it's me, Y/n." Your voice is soft and quiet, your father responds, allowing you to enter. You sit on the floor, your ankles tucked underneath you as you use your left hand to open the door; you bow gently before standing up and stepping over the edge of the tatami while turning to close the door before waiting on instruction. "Y/n, do not just stand there. Sit." You jump a little before gently pulling out a pillow to sit on, sitting the way you were when you opened the door. When you have the chance, you look at your surroundings. You see an unfamiliar woman with soft purple hair in a thick braid cascading down her back, her purple kimono nicely complimenting her hair and sparkling lavender eyes.

"Y/n, this is Raiden Ei. You will leave to meet your fiance, her son, in three days." Your soft eyes widen; you are leaving this awful place. It was still a form of freedom even if you were marrying someone you had never met. You nod politely at Ei before excusing yourself to pack your things. Outside your room, you can hear Kaya and her mother celebrating that the second useless child would now be gone; luckily, you were celebrating that you could finally use your gift freely and have it documented for the first time. You never once used your powers in the Saimori home, didn't want to be separated from your sister, and didn't want to be married off because of your abilities. As you finish packing, you open the floorboard and place a beautiful pink braided cord with sakura flowers your mother had woven for you before she passed. You then place your belongings to the side, ready to go to bed, before a servant comes and hands you a lovely purple kimono lined with gold, telling you to wear it the day you leave.

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Sitting in the back of a car, you watch the trees pass by you. You had never been this far away from the saimori house, and you hoped that your new fiance liked you because you had nowhere else to go if you were rejected, but your father and his mother had already signed a betrothal agreement. Like he did for your sister, your father gifted you a fresh kimono suited for meeting your new fiance without putting the saimori household in a bad light. You smile softly at the trees and farmland you pass, knowing that even if you were kicked out, you would be happy to work. Anything would be better than the abuse from your stepmother and half-sister.

The car slowly pulls to a halt, and you are greeted with a gorgeous home, with large cherry blossom trees everywhere, touching your heart as it reminds you of your sister and mother. A young woman dressed in a servant's kimono helped me get out of the car and offered to carry the small luggage. You politely declined and asked to be shown to your new room for the afternoon before meeting your future husband. You place your stuff in a drawer and explore your new home. Stumbling across a small kitchen, you smile softly, reminded of how much time you spent with your twin learning to cook.

You and Miyo spent much time together, but she focused more on surviving. You honed your homemaking skills just in case you were to be married off to be a housewife; like your sister, you knew how to cook and sew, but you also spent time learning flower arrangements, caretaking, and calligraphy. You wanted to be prepared to have a middle-class housewife's responsibilities instead of a noblewoman's. You were lucky that your father even agreed to marry you, especially with how well hidden from the public eye and other people you were. When the saimori house had visitors, you would stay in the kitchen or your room. You assume that Lady Ei was there for Kaya under the presumption that Kaya had not yet been engaged, but when you got summoned by your father, you knew you were bound for freedom.

You familiarized yourself with the household, your new maid following you quietly. You had already gotten acquainted, and she was kind enough to ensure you wouldn't get lost while exploring your new home. You've heard from some of the staff whispering that your Fiancé is blunt, with a heart of ice, but my maid, Aki, Reassured you that he was kind at heart, much like Miyo's fiancé Lord Kudo. As you venture around the house, you hear soft but upset footsteps from a hall just ahead. Not paying any attention, you pause with Aki behind you to look at the cherry trees that lined the property.

You begin to venture back to your room, but your path is blocked by a simple, pale purple kimono with a white haori resting atop it. You gasp softly and bow your head, apologizing profusely for not paying attention before the taller male huffs. "Do not apologize. You have done nothing wrong; I was the one who blocked the path." You keep your head down but stop apologizing as ordered, scared you will be punished by the man in front of you; his attitude and how he carries himself are intimidating. You slowly lift your head, observing the male before you; he has jellyfish-cut indigo hair and sharp violet eyes. You could tell he got his looks from his mother, but you couldn't say about his personality.

The male grabs your chin and inspects your face before letting go and huffing, "So your Y/n Saimori?" Your eyes widen in shock as you bow gently, being briefed by Aki on how to greet your new fiancé. "It's a pleasure to meet you, lord Scaramouche; please treat me well." Scaramouch rolled his eyes, pulling you out of your bow and making direct eye contact. "You are to call me only Scaramouche, understand? None of that Lord crap." You nod softly as he releases you and starts walking. "It's almost time for dinner. Are you joining me or not?" His tone was stern, but you could hear the curiosity and concern. You follow him quietly, dismissing Aki to the kitchen.

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Months had gone by; you and Scaramouche had gotten married before the incident with Miyo and your father, and you had learned of your Usaba bloodline through your now husband after the incident with the Saimori's. It was interesting being Lady Raiden Y/n, especially with how long it takes for you to even sit next to your husband when having tea. You had grown relatively close to him after your wedding. You had spent a lot of time together. Over time, you had learned how to control your telekinesis, and you had even informed Scaramouche of it, but something seemed off lately; it was becoming irritated when you called his name.

That evening, you couldn't seem to sleep and were staring out at the cherry blossom trees and their falling leaves as the fall season grew close. You feel a pair of arms wrap around you, and you melt softly; all those rumors you had initially heard before meeting him had disappeared quite a bit ago, shortly after your marriage. "Scara-" "Its Kunikuzushi, I just go by Scaramouche. I should have told you sooner. I've been annoyed that my wife wasn't calling me by my actual name, but god knows why my mother named me Country Destroyer." You try to hold in your giggles, but they spill through. Kuni looked at you with a strange look before you turned and kissed his cheek. "Better late than never, I guess." You both smile softly.

You both walk back to Kuni's room; tonight, he invites you in, and you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other presence and company, and you talk until you both doze off in each other's arms.

END.

[megamindsecretlair]

Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 1

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some unresolved tension, mutual voyeurism, cursing, mentions of female and male parts, Part 1 of ? Not sure how long this will take to resolve. Age gap, reader is mid 20s, Nomad Steve is mid 30s.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the Army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. You and your mom have gone over to introduce yourselves.

Word Count: 1,857k

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A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics so decided to try my hand at another. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But this was fun. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help writers!

Fuck, your neighbor was hot as hell. You sat on your window seat gawking at the tall, sexy neighbor as he picked up huge boxes and carried them in the house as if it weighed no more than feathers. 

Muscles rippled in a dark blue muscle shirt as he moved and bent over. And that ass. You bit your lip as the neighbor bent further down to lift a chair. Oh and those thighs. You sighed. The Lord took His time with this one. 

The man was at least six foot tall, dark blond hair and a full trimmed beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans and boots. All week, you had watched him go in and out of the newly bought house next door. He carried lots of boxes but none of them gave any clue to his story.

Was he married? Was he expecting? Surely someone that damn fine had a wife heavenly pregnant and ordering him about. You weren’t sure how he didn’t have eleven rugrats running around. There were no other movers and the neighbor had rented a small truck for his sofa and dressers. 

You also saw the neighborhood crones using any excuse in the book to talk to him and be nosy. If he thought someone that looked like him was going to move here without raising any alarms, he was sorely mistaken.

You gasped as he stopped to stretch, moving his body beyond his limit. You just wanted to lick him. Just once. You fanned yourself as you watched him. You imagined all kinds of filthy things when it came to him. 

You imagined him grabbing your fleshy thighs and shaking them before slapping them. You imagined him in between your legs coating that full beard with your juices. You imagined him breaking your back. Like, literally breaking your back. Because he could put you in the hospital and you’d say thank you.

He disappeared into the house. His curtains were thrown open so you could still watch him moving around the house. The downfall to stock houses was that they were lined up just so. The houses were nearly identical. Your bedroom window faced his bedroom window on the second floor. The angle you had was just enough to see his kitchen sink. It’d be possible to see his arms and hands as he washed. 

You spent plenty of nights this week just watching his hands work over his meager dishes. If he was married, she didn’t live with him. You never saw anyone coming or going from his place. He didn’t have a second car. 

Your mom called your name. “I’ve got this cake for the neighbor, let’s go introduce ourselves,” she called. 

You rolled your eyes. Yes, your mom was very much just as gossipy as the neighborhood crones. Everything you’ve heard of the neighbor was through her and probably had twisted from its original message. 

You weren’t dressed yet. You had made watching him your dirty hobby. But you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Sometimes, you got the eerie feeling as if he were watching you too. You had taken to keeping your curtains open and your light on. 

You never saw him look over here. The random times he was in his room and moving around, he never gave any indication that he knew you were looking. Still, you pranced around in your bra and panties every morning or before hanging with your friends as you decided what to wear.

Sometimes, you even faced the window as you decided between two shirts or two skirts. You pretended that he was picking your outfits, telling you what he likes seeing you in. That he would imagine ripping it off of your body all day and it would drive him crazy. Knowing you’d be capable of making him hard and uncomfortable all day turned you on so badly. 

You stood and did just that. You faced his bedroom window even though he was probably still on the first floor. You held up a red, frilly shirt and a light ocean blue plain shirt. You flipped back and forth, imagining what he’d like.

You put the shirts on your bed and then flipped between jeans and white shorts. You held up the red shirt and white shorts. If you were going to meet him, you might as well show him what you’re working with. You turned around and imagined him at the window, getting dressed for him. 

You bent low and shimmied into the white shorts as slow as you could. Then you slipped on the red babydoll tee. It made your breasts look good. Plus it was hot as sin outside. 

You ran down the stairs and sat on the steps as you slipped on your shoes. Your mom floated into the room holding a small box. “I went with chocolate,” your mom said. “Everybody likes chocolate and those who don’t are lying to get attention.”

You laughed as you shook your head. Your mom was gorgeous, with flowing locs and a great figure. She wore loose tan pants and a cream shirt. 

“Isn’t this a little Southern of us?” You asked. You lived in Suburbia with the white picket fences and neighbors who’d gone to high school together. It was capital boredom and should be labeled as a torture method.

“Best way to meet your neighbors. They associate you with good food and are less likely to be rude to you by throwing loud parties and orgies,” your mother said.

You snorted. Your mom never had a filter and would often say the first thing that comes to mind. Your dad hated it but you caught him smiling more than a few times. 

You trudged over the manicured lawn, over the small concrete divider, and onto his property. The door was closed. He was probably taking a break from moving things. Your mom rang the doorbell and you waited.

The door finally opened and you gasped silently. He was even more gorgeous in person. Fuck, it had to be illegal to carry those arms. They looked big enough to crush a coconut in one grip. His hands were large and his fingers were long, like a musician's fingers.

He smirked at you and your mother. Your mom stepped forward. “We wanted to introduce ourselves, we’re your neighbors on that side,” she said and pointed to your house. 

She told him your names and all about the chocolate cake, including her joke about people lying. He threw his head back as he laughed as if it were that funny.

“I’m Steve,” he said. He shook your mom’s hand and then moved to yours. His grip was firm but not crushing.  

You looked down at your combined hands, loving the way that your copper skin contrasted with his creamy skin. He held on a second too long before turning his attention to your mom who asked him a million questions.

“If I heard all of those, I’d say I moved here for work, not married, and I work for the military. Did I get it all?” He asked.

He had a bit of an accent. You guessed somewhere on the East Coast. Your mom giggled. You looked at her as if she grew a third head. She widened her eyes at you and then smiled back at Steve. She prattled on about her career, that fact that you were in college for your master’s, and that you were always available if he needed you. 

Since his attention was on your mom, you took the opportunity to study him up close. His blue eyes were sharp, giving one hundred percent of his focus on the person speaking. He had a prominent vein on the side of his neck and you imagined licking it. 

“Oh, I have to take this, excuse me,” your mom said. She answered her phone and stepped off of the porch. 

You turned to Steve who had his eyes trained on you. He barely blinked and did not look away. 

“So, military huh? That explains that,” you said. You waved at his figure and he laughed. It was deep and made you tingle.

“Thank you. I’m not active duty anymore, I’ve transitioned to the state side and do boring office work now. You home for the summer?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Taking a break so no work, no homework, just time to decompress. Usually in the pool. This is one of the worst summers ever,” you said and fanned yourself.

Steve slowly perused your body. There was no mistaking that look in his eyes. He faintly smirked as he took in your outfit, your wide curves, your generous hips, and your thick thighs. 

He slowly dragged that gaze back up until he reached your face. “Make sure you stay cool, then. Dehydration is nothing to play with,” he said. 

Your mouth went dry under the intense heat of his gaze. You were aware. You were aware of him and aware of his focus. You bit your lips and his eyes zeroed in on it. His eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You shifted your footing, trying to find some relief. The heat outside had nothing on his face. 

Your mom’s scuffling shoes took you out of the moment. He winked at you before your mom joined you. Though it was Saturday, her job needed her to come in and solve an emergency. She waved goodbye to Steve and told him not to be a stranger.

You waved bye, unable to speak at the moment. As you turned to leave, Steve grabbed your hand. He ran his fingers over your wrist as he leaned in.

“My favorite color is light blue. And you should get more of those garter things. They look divine on you,” he said. Gravel skated over ‘divine’ and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t catch that. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and his eyes narrowed again. 

Your heart thundered in your chest. He knew what you had been doing all along. Your skin heated for entirely different reasons as you thought of all the different lingerie combinations you tried on in front of the window. It somehow made it filthier that he was getting naughty glimpses of you. It made you horny all day thinking of wearing the lingerie and that he didn’t know it was for him. 

It had gotten so bad, that you didn’t care if your parents were home. You had to get off on thinking that he helped select the combos. And those were some of the best orgasms you ever gave yourself. 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered and licked your lips. He smiled and nodded his head as if he were dismissing you. As if he had any right to order you around. 

Yet you left the porch and nearly skipped across the lawn like he told you. Before getting in the house, you looked back. He stood on the porch, facing you, with his hands in his pockets. You smiled and went inside, thinking of how many blue outfits you owned.

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[smackthedevilwrites]

CARNAL, KENTUCKY

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 14

Word Count: 39,459

Jared Padalecki always had a questionable taste in men. At eighteen, he had no qualms about dating older guys and even less when it came to taking everything they offered. College wasn’t in sight, nor even a real job but Jared knew what he was doing okay? During the first summer after graduation, Jared and his family did their annual trip to Kentucky to spend a two-week vacation with his maternal grandparents. Despite being in the middle of nowhere, Jared always enjoyed the yearly vacation out in the sticks and made the most of the time away. However, Jared tended to make his own fun while away from home and fun that year came in the shape of a hot, hopelessly romantic very senior ex-Navy vet called JR.

🚩Caution advised - really MASSIVE age gap - if it's not your thing please mind the gap as you're getting off at the next station.🚩

This fic has broken past the 2 million word mark on AO3 - 2,007,912 to be precise! All I can say is that every single word has been an absolute joy to write!

[vanimelda4]

For who follows my writing.

Both my original Sherlock AU ghost story "Light" and its sequel "Storm" are now completely done!

You can find "Light" here:

And "Storm" here:

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First page of a mini comic of an AU im working on

Idk when the rest of this will be done I have a deadline sooooon

[that70sshowgoldencouple]

NEW CHAPTER OF THAT ‘70S SHOW FANFICTION

Title: Strangers in the Night Chapter 19

Chapter Summary: Red and Jackie have dinner together and discuss his sleeping arrangement and budding relationship with Kitty.

Story Summary: After suffering the loss of each their spouses, neighbors Red Forman and Kitty Halpert come up with a sleeping arrangement so that neither one of them have to face a lonely night in their empty houses again.The arrangement causes quite a buzz in their small town as well as within their families.

Red’s daughter Jackie claims she’s never seen him happier. However, Kitty’s son, Eric who is going through his own marital troubles, does not like or trust Red because of Red’s darker past. And though Red gets the approval of Eric’s son, as well as Eric’s best friend and Kitty’s adopted son Steven Hyde, Eric’s dislike for Red does anything but lessen.

Still Red and Kitty continue to spend their nights-and their days-together, and as they learn more about each other their bond grows stronger. Could an unconventional sleep arrangement lead the way to a second chance at love?

Alternate Universe, give it a shot, but please be kind!

Pairings: Red/Kitty, Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Rating: K+ 

Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38122501/chapters/140024452

Author’s Note: No, it is not your imagination, the new chapter of Strangers in the Night is here! FINALLY! It's a long one too and mostly Red and Jackie focused but lots of mentions of Kitty and maybe someone else too...Think it's also a nice little recap chapter in case you don't feel like going back to refresh your memory of the previous chapters. Sorry it took so long to update next chapter is in queue and ready to do when you all are! Tagging a few people I thought might be excited by the new chapter if you're not in the tags and want to be added, just let me know for next time! @thatseventiesbitch @crimsinsky @tht70sblog. @70s-show-diary. @queenbookbuff @hydesjackiespuddinpop @randomwriter23 @those70scomics @fandoms4lifesblog

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I Wanted to Be Angry | AU - Sagora & God!Gale One Shot

I was super in my feels a while ago, and started writing this. Finally finished it, and decided to share it here. It's also on AO3 if you'd rather read it there. While these are the same characters as my The Weave and the Vines Series on AO3, this is an Alternate Universe ending for them. It's sad. Get tissues...or hug a pillow. Tags: OC death, major depression, very angry Astarion, minor mention of blood, and Astarion is rather foul with Gale at one point. Like I said. Big Angy. Snippet: “I need to be more than ‘fine,’ Sagora. I could be great. A perfect being to guide others in their ambitious pursuits. There’s far more out there for me. I know it. I’m sure Mother and Tara will understand.” Word Count: 3,089 Fic below the cut

He just…left.

Walked away. - - -

“Sagora, My Love…I’m sorry. But, if I don’t do this – I’ll never know what could have been.”“But, Gale –”“– If I am fortunate enough to succeed, I’ll come back for you. I promise.” His demeanor was cavalier, smug even. As if his action was as simple as taking a stroll to the market, and choosing a loaf of bread. These trifles of mortal life seemed all too beneath him now.“Come back?? Gale, what about Waterdeep? Your mother? Tara?? What about me? I don’t want what you want. I told you that. You’re fine as you are.”“I need to be more than ‘fine,’ Sagora. I could be great. A perfect being to guide others in their ambitious pursuits. There’s far more out there for me. I know it. I’m sure Mother and Tara will understand.”“They won’t. I don’t. After all that we’ve been through? The plans we made…you’d throw it away just like that?”

“No, Darling, of course not!” He braced his hands on her shoulders. “I’m just paving the way for even better plans, that's all.”She stood there. Blank. Her mind was a blur of all the words he said in an incoherent fog. Gale gave her a small pat on her arm, pulling her out of her daze. All she saw next was him walking away. No kiss goodbye, nor a hug…not even a wave. He simply took a step and vanished, everyone staring into his direction in disbelief.

- - -

Sagora punished herself by traveling to Waterdeep without him. His mother and Tara deserved to know, though with what little she knew of Tara, she imagined that the winged feline was already well aware of Gale’s decision. Still, she felt responsible to his family somehow.

By the time she arrived there, it was clear Tara already shared the news. Sagora would have been surprised if she hadn’t. Morena wore black, her face veiled as if Gale had been deceased. Though, the way he left felt so abrupt he might as well have been. They all grieved the loss of the man they knew – the son, the friend, and the lover. 

Morena handed Sagora a tarnished key with silky purple ribbons attached to the end. “Here, my dear. Stay as long as you like.” She asked Tara to guide her to Gale’s abandoned tower as they embraced and parted ways.

***

It was a picturesque front step with iron railings, ornate wooden doors, and wispy, overgrown vines clinging to the stonework. She slotted the key into place, and with a click she opened the heavy door. Immediately, the smell of parchment, dust, and sandalwood wafted in her face. Tara quietly walked beside her as she slowly perused each room, only speaking up to give information or guidance on her stay. The last room at the top of the stairs was the only room she knew – the room Gale showed her on their first romantic night together.

“Thank you for your help ,Tara…but – I think I need to be alone now.”

“Of course. Use this should you need anything.” She pawed at a sending stone that sat on a nearby table before flitting her wings, and leaving the tower through the terrace. Sagora sank to her knees, and wept. Everything smelled like him. He was everywhere within these walls. Every book, decoration, and piece of furniture had been touched by his gentle hands. It was as if she was touching a fragment of his soul left behind. By the time she reached his bedroom, seeing the very real bed of the illusion he once conjured for her, she collapsed into the mattress, moaning and whimpering with no more tears left to cry. It didn’t seem possible after all this time, but somehow, his scent still lingered on his sheets. There was even a stray hair on his pillow. She pulled the pillow against her, cradling it the same way she would hold him with her head on his chest. She clutched it tighter, breathing him in, and finally drifted into a deep, grief-stricken slumber.

***

Astarion arrived in Waterdeep about two months after Sagora’s arrival. Gale had mused about his tower enough on their travels that he was able to find it without too much trouble. A dull, brassy name plate embossed with ‘Mr. Gale Dekarios’ was the confirmation he needed of his successful arrival. The delicate vines were now thick, and burrowed into the cracks of the masonry, damaging the once pristine tower. Astarion found it odd that some of the vines had thin tendrils sneaking their way past the gaps in the door.

He knocked. No Answer. Again. Still nothing. 

The lock on the door resisted his attempts at first, but his usual finesse with locks made it easy enough for him to covertly wiggle the mechanism free, and invite himself in. He stepped inside, shrugging off his winter coat, and scanned the room before him. The scene was nothing like Gale had described on their adventures. The floors, walls, and everything between had been shrouded in leafy vines. Some thick, and hardened, clinging to the floor. Others were newer, but devoid of any vibrancy. Not a single flower in sight. Thorns pricked into the delicate pages and covers of his books, papers strewn about, and decorations displaced. Not surprisingly, a statue of Mystra lay crumbled and broken beside Gale’s desk. What was once Gale’s sanctuary, had now become an overgrown forest – sad, and abandoned.

“What in the bloody hells…Sagora??” She mindlessly walked through the room. She was pale, gaunt, her shimmering auburn hair now a dull and matted tangle. No longer was her hair beautifully braided. It hung lifelessly, overgrown and unkempt, like the vines that choked out the walls and books they hung on. Out of her flesh, grew more vines that dragged along the floor with every step she took. Fresh and dried blood congealed around the roots that protruded from her body. In all his years, he had only read of this phenomenon. The Decay. It was merely the stuff of legend, but here he was, standing before a druid who had renounced her magic and her god, allowing shadow and grief to consume her before she painfully succumbs, and returns to the earth. She didn’t even regard Astarion when he rushed to her side, abandoning his coat to the floor. There was horror in his gaze, his words caught in his throat, rendering him speechless. “I’ve got letters.” she croaked, still never looking away from the path she made in the floor from her pacing. She strayed mindlessly to the desk, retrieving a small bundle of sealed letters addressed to each of their friends.

Astarion grasped her shoulders, and angled his body to look in her eyes. They were milky, and glazed over, drained of almost all of their color. “Sagora, where’s the cat? And Gale’s mother? Why haven’t they come for you!?” She stared blankly beyond his form. “Dead. Tara first. Morena next. Too sad.”

“Why in the fucking hells didn’t you come back then?! You idiot!” 

“…Sorry.” He sighed. “We need to get you out of here.” He tried to tug at her arms, but her feet planted firmly to the ground beneath her. “Sagora, come on. We need to get you help.”

“No.” She slowly walked past him, almost disregarding his presence, and stepped out onto the terrace. Astarion followed close behind, afraid she might jump. Instead, she sat in Gale’s favorite spot as twilight set into the sky above.

“Everyone’s got a letter.” Her words were painfully slow, and forced. “You got two.” Astarion looked down at the bundle, and found two envelopes addressed to him. One, was a beautifully written ‘goodbye’ outlining their time together, and how she cherished their friendship. The other was a set of instructions for her inevitable end. He was not often one to get emotional, but knowing the cause of her consuming grief was enough to bring forth hot, angry tears that brimmed his crimson eyes.

“Can you see the stars?” Her willingness to speak surprised him a little, but it was better than her staring blankly into the void in silence. “Yes.” He spoke softly, more gently than before. He sat beside her, a book the only thing creating distance between them except for the tangled foliage that hung from her body. ‘The Art of the Night,’ etched in gold leaf along the spine, was one of the few books in the tower that hadn’t been consumed by the decay she created.

“I’m glad.” They sat in silence for a while, Sagora still staring blankly at nothing. While winter raged outside, the terrace remained warm – a lingering enchantment Gale had left behind.

“Astarion…”

“What is it, Darling?” “Thank you."

He took one of her hands into his, she was icy to the touch, colder than even himself. Hastily, he searched the tower for the warmest blanket he could find, and draped across her shoulders, though something deep in the pit of his stomach told him it would be for naught. He pulled her in close, arms protectively encircling her wilting frame. His breath hitched as he noted the sound of her weakening heartbeat as it progressively slowed to a dangerous rhythm.

“I’m glad…you came.”

“Of course.” He whispered, wanting to hear her fragile, shallow breaths, his only assurance that there was still some sign of life deep in her bones.

“A–sta–rion?” “Yes?” “Can…y-you…still s-see…t-the stars?” “Yes. I can.” He nodded, his lip quivering trying to bite back his tears.

Sagora’s lips curled into a faint smile. “G-g-ood. I’m so gl-aad. Th-thank you.” She rested her head on his shoulder, and released a gentle sigh as the life that remained slipped away. Astarion shifted, cradling her head so he could gaze at her, but there was little to see. Her soul was gone, and all that remained was an empty shell of the woman she once was. She was gone.

***

The party was meant to be a celebration, a way for the heroes to gather, and share stories of their lives after the absolute. While they did their best to celebrate Sagora’s life with drink in hand, and a song in their hearts – something they knew she would have wanted – a thick cloud of grief and anger hung in the air. As everyone threw back one drink after the other, sharing tales of her heroism, and friendship, a radiant light materialized from the heavens. A familiar figure descended before them, shimmering, his silvery exterior almost reflecting the moonlight.

“Ahh, what a quaint gathering! Though, I’d forgotten just how many different smells there are in the material plane.” The ethereal figure gazed around at the decor and celebration.

“Gale…” “Astarion! How good of you to recognize me! Though, I’m a bit surprised you could handle my intimidating presence so easily.”

“It’s not that fucking intimidating…” Karlach’s gaze was hot, and her infernal engine flared. “Oh, well, perhaps not for one as foreboding as you, Karlach. Lovely to see you’re back from the hells.”

“Wish I could say the same.” She scowled, as did the others, all gazing at Gale angrily.

“Hmm. I’m sensing some hostility. Surely, my presence isn’t that commanding. We’re here to celebrate, are we not?” His smug grin was the last straw for Astarion. Every word Gale said was pompous, and brimmed with arrogance.

“Gale, do us alllll a favor, and fuck off will you?”

His brows furrowed. “I hardly think I am deserving of such hostility, but no matter. I can see how my new appearance could make you all ill at ease. I’ll leave as soon as I find Sagora. Is she here yet?” Astarion clenched his fists hard, his eyes widening, and breathing ragged. “Ohh…Oh, she’s here, alright.” He reached for a large, potted tree sapling that sat on the table, and one of the envelopes Sagora had left with him. With a hard shove, he thrust the sapling into Gale’s shimmering chest.

He held the plant, examining it for a moment, puzzled. “Very funny, Astarion. Where is she?” “She’s there…in your hands. I hope you can find a sunny fucking spot to stick her in.” Gale sighed, his tone increasingly more irritated. “You’re a lot more childish than I remember. If she doesn’t want to see me, then just say so, so I can leave.” “SHE CAN’T SEE YOU, YOU FUCKING TWAT! SHE’S DEAD!” Gale’s face went blank. If the color could have drained from him it would have. The words rang in his ears, and he hoped he heard them wrong. “She’s…what?” “Dead. She’s dead. Died in YOUR tower, by the way! By the time I made it to Waterdeep, I found her just in time to hold her in my fucking arms as she drew her last gods damn breath. Left alone to her grief after your mother and cat died.” Gale breathed in sharply. Before he could utter a sound, Astarion continued his rage-filled tirade. “Every book, every surface, all of it consumed by her vines! Her grief LITERALLY grew around her! They grew out of her body, draining the fucking life from her! YOU KILLED HER!” He stepped closer to Gale, nearly pressing against him, and an angrily pointed finger in the face of the God of Ambition.

“I hope you’re happy with your choice. Now you get to live with it. For eternity.” Astarion gritted his teeth, his breaths shaky and wild. As he started to walk away, he spun on his heels to face Gale once more. “Don’t you dare spill a drop of that soil. Her ashes are in there. You did this to her, now you can be responsible for her. For some fucking reason, she still wanted to be with you. Now she can. Don’t forget to water her, either.”

Gale stood, frozen, staring at the small sapling in his ethereal hands. He was too busy becoming a powerful god to concern himself with the trifles of mortals that he even disregarded the ones who loved him the most.

He grazed his fingers along the top of the soil. Its earthy smell was strong, stronger than he expected it to be. He set the sapling down on the nearby table, and opened the letter. He rubbed the parchment between his fingers to remind himself what it felt like. The texture was familiar, but fleeting, unable to truly recall the sensation he used to know so well. His mind buzzed as he tried to find focus on the words in front of him while he felt the hot stares of those who he once regarded as friends.

Gale,

If you’re reading this, it means I am no longer among the forest and the wolves. The day you left was the day I pronounced you dead. It was the only way I thought I could cope with how you walked away from me. How cold you were. How very misguided.

I traveled to Waterdeep, hoping to at the very least apologize to your mother for failing her…for failing you. She was dressed in black when I arrived, already informed of your folly by your dear friend, Tara who thankfully took pity on me instead of clawing my eyes out.

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to hate you. But, I just couldn’t let you go. My heart wouldn’t let me. Your mother handed me the key to your tower, and allowed me to stay there as long as I wished. I only meant to stay for a day or two, but something held me within these walls.

I wanted to forget you…to move on. I wanted to return to my grove. But, I just kept crying. It didn’t help that Tara had disappeared. Days went by before we found her curled up in a hiding spot she must have made for herself under the porch. She went there to die. No goodbye. Losing her and you so closely was all too much for your mother though. At least I got to say goodbye to her, and beg for her forgiveness. It’s my fault you left. I didn’t say the right things to make you stay. Maybe I didn’t love you enough. I wasn’t convincing enough. Perhaps I could have tried harder. I filled my days with endless wondering if there was more I could have done to keep you.

I miss you. Your smell, your laugh, that adorable smirk you always gave me. I miss the way you touched me. I miss your hands, and the way they explored my body when we made love. You were always enough for me. I only wish I had been enough for you.

You were right about one thing though. The gods don’t care about us mortals. Mystra showed you that, and then you showed that to me. I gave up Silvanus. I refused to give him more of my power. Power he doesn’t need. He’ll just take it from another unfortunate soul. He doesn’t care about me. I don’t know if he ever did.

It’s getting harder to see now. Perhaps he’s punishing me for abandoning him, or maybe it’s The Withering. It doesn’t matter now. It’ll be over soon.

I hope you got what you wished for…that Godhood was all you wanted it to be.

I hope you know that I’ll miss you. That you still hold my heart. Even as I succumb, and condemn myself to the Wall of the Faithless.

I love you. Always.

- Sagora

Gale’s hands trembled as he held the parchment in his ethereal hands. His composure was slipping, the veil of his foreboding stature was falling away, and there was little to stop it. He briskly gathered the sapling with a hushed apology to his former companions, and blinked away, returning to his realm, which feels heavier…emptier than it did before Withers sent for him.

The odds of reclaiming her from The Wall were insurmountable. For as formidable as Gale was, he was no match for Kelemvor, and would surely cease to be if he were to dare enter The Death God’s realm, and disturb the balance.

So this is it. ‘Gale’s Folly.’ The God of Ambition, doomed to grieve for an eternity, and suffer the consequences of his actions.

He gazed sorrowfully at the sapling before him, carefully rolling one of the leaves between his fingers.

“Forgive me…my love.”

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 2)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.4k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys]

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Quali came to an end once again, the feeling slightly tamer than the first time as Lance pulled back into his side of the garage, Nico not far behind.

He was slightly disappointed he qualified p10 but it'll be fine as long as he can actually finish this race (and hopefully get points for the team this time.)

He heard Nico talking to his engineer on the other side of the garage and decided to go over, not having much to do on his side.

"Seriously, the wheels locked up like twice. You were watching and I know you noticed so the fact that you're ignoring the issues is bullshit-"

Maybe not the best time to stand around.

He decided instead of hanging around with Nico he'd just walk around the paddock, his race suit hanging by his hips as he walked by the other teams garages, seeing how busy everyone else on the paddock was. He could tell some people were quick to go home but he wasn't ever in a rush to get back to his hotel room, it was usually boring anyway.

"Ah, Lancito, I was just looking for you" There it is. The voice Lance looks forward to hearing as soon as the race week starts, and most likely the reason he decides to stay back as late as he does

"Nando, Hi" He flashed a smile at the long haired driver, stoping in his tracks so they could walk together

"Nando?" The shorter man echoed, catching up to Lance as they both continued walking, steps in sync as they made their way around the paddock

"Well, I figured it was only fair for me to give you a name since you gave me one" Lance nodded as he spoke, afraid the older man had a problem with it, it was quite childish, he wasn't sure why he even called him that, Fernando worked just fine, it was a silly nickname

"I like it, Sounds good coming from you." Fernando smiled up at Lance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him down to his level "Guess we are friends now, eh? Coworkers do not usually have special names for eachother"

Lance nodded again, he supposed Nando was right. He turned to look at him as he continued to speak, rambling about many things but all Lance could think about was how good he looked. He'd never really examined the Spaniard like he was doing now, sunglasses propped up on his head, holding his hair out of his face, it seemed like he had just shaved that morning, the shadow of his facial hair barely visible, his lips curved slightly upwards as he talked, his hair curling in every direction but somehow he made the messy look seem intentional

"What hotel do they have you staying at, Lancito?" Was the first thing Lance really heard after spending god knows how long just staring at Fernando. How embarrassing.

"Uhm- Mövenpick? I think, Otmar has my keycard somewhere." Lance hummed, having lost the keycard to the hotel in Bahrain Otmar had decided it was best to put Nico and Lance in the same room and "look after" Lances keycard until they headed back.

"Ah, I see. I didn't realize they'd put drivers in different hotels."

"If you miss my company so much you're welcome to come along, you know I get special priviliges because of my dad" Lance joked, at this point he was so used to people belittling him to just being his fathers son that he had started to do it as well

"Ah, don't say that Lancito" Fernando almost scolded him, moving his hand to tap the back of his head "You forget I'm world champion, I could buy another hotel ticket if I wanted to."

Lance laughed, nodding in agreement, there wasn't anything stopping Fernando from doing anything really, after he left the paddock he could go wherever, do whatever, it's not like he signed away his soul to F1 so moving hotels wouldn't be a big deal "I know, I know, but if you ever want free stuff, Mr. World Champion, you know who to ask" Lance hummed, taking his turn of having his arm around Fernandos shoulder "These are the perks of being friends with a nepotism baby"

"I'll take your word for it then" Fernando laughed, accepting the change of positions, it wasn't very comfortable reaching up to drape an arm around Lances shoulder anyways.

A comfortable silence fell over them, neither feeling the need to add anything more, it was odd, how well they had clicked. They got along better together than either of them did with their teammates but no one was complaining. Lance liked having someone to go to outside of the Racing Point garage and Fernando liked having someone he felt like this towards, whatever "this" was. They were snapped back to reality when Otmar finally found Lance

"God kid, I was looking for you. Nico's about to head back so I figured now was a good time to give you the key" He pulled out a think black card and handed it to Lance "Don't lose it this time, alright?" He asked, not letting to just yet.

"Alright, I'll attach it to my arm, okay?" Lance joked, turning back to Fernando "Think about it, really, if your hotel gets boring you're more than welcome at mine." He said before making his way out of the paddock, catching up to Nico so they could leave together

Odd was all Otmar thought, he didn't realize his driver had gotten so close to Fernando, he'd thought maybe it was just press, or maybe some plan the Spaniard had, but he had nothing to gain from staying late and just sitting next to him.

Lance tried not to be disappointed when night came and went and Fernando had decided not to come, it was silly, but a part of him was looking forward to seeing him outside of the paddock, outside of the blue and yellow.

They were so busy before the race that Lance hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard let alone talk to him, before he knew it interviews were over and he was in his car, lined up in the fifth row, Nico barely behind him.

Fernando was right in saying Malaysia was going to treat him better, he had managed to make up three places and actually get points for his team in his second grand prix.

It felt great, even though it wasn't a podium like Fernando had gotten getting points waa a big deal for the rookie (driver and team).

The debrief went smoothly considering how both Nico and Lance finished the race with no major problems, as they gathered their things and the team started to leave the garage one by one Lance couldn't help but notice the blue in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and smiled when he confirmed it was in fact Fernando

"Good-" Lance started, trying to beat Fernando to congratulating eachother was proving to be difficult

"You did great, Lancito" Fernando commented, walking into the garage now that it was practically empty "Your overtakes are pretty decent for a nepotism baby, eh?"

Lance laughed, hitting Fernandos arm "Guess you did pretty good for a world champ then, huh?" It was nice, the banter they had, if anyone else joked with him jow Fernando does he was sure he'd take it the wrong way but with how Fernandos treated him since they met he had no doubt in his mind that every jab he made towards him was lighthearted.

"Any plans before Australia, Lancito?" Right, Lance had forgotten there wasn't another race for two weeks

"I'm not sure, I always end up somewhere though" He laughed, leaning on the counter behind him, using his hands to prop himself up "How about you, where are you going, Nando?"

"Me and Mark, Mark Webber, were planning on spending the break in Australia together"

Right, he forgot Fernando was close to Mark, the driver who's seat he took.

"Could you tell him I'm sorry?" Lance hesitated to speak, wondering if the Australian was mad at him for ending his career early

"He doesn't mind, trust me, if he wasn't okay with ending his career he would've signed with someone else." Fernando consoled the younger, patting his shoulder after he finished "Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"

Lance laughed, shaking his head at the comment in efforts to ignore the pink tint covering his face "Alright, Nando."