#LOVE THE WAY HE JUMPS AND KEEPS SHAKING THAT DAMN CUP

[milksnake-tea]

aven im sorry for posting sunday i love u i swear

[bananagirly]

(CW: P in V, slightly rough sex (no BDSM), Husband!König x reader, hardcore smut, “you” pronouns, .)

(Overview: Königs back home from war after a few months and you’re both a little sexually pent up.)

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You hear the knock at your door and you jump up almost immediately to answer it, with pure enthusiasm in your movements. König, your husband had been gone for nearly four months at this point, and today was the day he’d be coming home. Your heart flutters with so much pure anticipation that you almost feel anxious while opening the door to greet him.

When you do open the door and see him you get ready to sprawl your arms out in offering of a big, rather wholesome hug, but before you're barely able to he’s already stepped in, smashing his lips into yours, taking you by surprise. He cups your face in his hands, allowing the kiss to go on until you’re out of breath.

“I missed you, mein kleiner Engel” he says breathily between a rapid array of kisses he’s planting wherever he can on your face and lips. You’re not even able to get a word in before he’s shoving his tongue down your throat again and letting his hands wander up your blouse. You grip onto his arms to keep yourself up as he forcefully rolls his tongue onto yours. You’re already feeling his massive hard on through his pants, pressed up against your stomach.

Before you know it you’re being grabbed up and tossed recklessly onto the sofa by König, who’s quick to get right on top of you, straddling you with his big, toned thighs, not even separating his lips from yours during it all. The only time he feels the need to begrudgingly pull his lips off of yours is to utter a simple “May I?” Before you allow him to strip you of your clothing frantically, and he goes back to making love to your lips with his own.

He unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down halfway before taking his veiny cock out of the restraints of his boxers. you’ve forgotten how monstrously big he is over the past few weeks, gulping at the sight of his massive erection.

He bucks his hips to yours, sliding the shaft of his dick against your wet slit, but not penetrating you yet. You push your chest upwards very slightly, arching your back as you feel all his bits slide nicely against yours. He finally pulls his lips back from the heated lock they were in, a string of mixed saliva trailing from his lips to yours when he does, then he grabs the thick width of his erection, guiding his dick so his cockhead lines up with your desperate little pussy before abruptly ramming into you, not holding back whatsoever. Your body shakes with how vigorously hard he’s fucking into your guts at this point.

He roughly hooks one of your legs around his shoulder for deeper penetration. Treating your body like a little rag dolly beneath him, behavior that you couldn’t be more accepting towards. His hands glide to your back, gently rubbing his calloused fingers along the soft skin there, caressing you as his dick jerks in an in-and-out motion within you. The slick noise of your skin slapping together is almost louder than your actual screams and moans at this point, which are dying down from how purely hoarse your voice has become, replaced with heavy breathing and whimpering. You can feel his pubic bone bump up against your swollen, almost sore clit, and boy does it feel so fucking good. His body is faltering above yours, while his baby blues glare into your eyes, half lidded with love and consuming pleasure. He mumbles something in German you couldn’t make out even if you understood the damned language, followed by a slightly more coherent “Meine Liebste” as he vigorously moves back and forth, looking dizzy and dazed, the way you engulf his cock with your warm, fleshy walls sends him into a euphoric state of mind, especially being gone from you for so long, he’s extra sensitive and receptive.

With one last hard thrust up into your sweet entryway, you feel frisson throughout your body and already hit a hard orgasm as you lay beneath his rugged body. Your bottom lip is quivering and you’re trying to keep your eyes open. You continue letting him pound into your achy cunt sloppily until he’s also reached his release. He leans down just slightly to rest his forehead on yours before he finally ejaculates inside of you, hard, letting out all the built up tension he’d accumulated over the last few months, before pulling out and cumming once again on your tummy, which is all rosy with a slight blush. As soon as you feel his warm cum seep into you, you feel a calm wash over you, it’s a warm, cozy and fuzzy feeling. He exhales and dips his head down to kiss your tender lips ever so softly, before leaning his face into your collarbone and nuzzling into you, both of you feeling flustered with afterglow.

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Welp, I feel like I need to take a shower after writing all that

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you have a great day ahead of you ⸜₍⁽ˊ꒳ˋ⁾₎⸝

[joonieskinks]

She's it For Me (f)

Simon (Ghost) Riley x reader | fluff | around 900 words. short, cute.

AN: I know this isn't BTS, so you can feel free to ignore if that ain't your thang. It was just a little piece that finally got me back into writing after a busy couple months here. Enjoy some Simon Ghost Riley if he's your cup of tea too lol <3

Simon Riley threw his back against the wall for cover, hands manically preparing his gun to unload the next set of rounds. This was supposed to be an easy going mission, a simple fetch and return of some intel. No one was truly prepared for the ambush that came and unexpectedly landed right in the 141’s lap. Especially not Simon. 

But you certainly were. 

And that certainly was a surprise for the masked Lieutenant when you came whipping up to the wall he was against, blood splattered on your face, your arms brushing.

He knew you had a background in the field, some stealth operations… At one point you were a sniper for a couple missions here and there when a substitute for a man was needed - like today -, but you transitioned into the medic role pretty naturally. It was always your gift, tending to people and caring for their wellbeing. Not that you were getting any younger either, medic was a safe, secure position in the military and you enjoyed it. It was tamer than being out with the boys in action of course, but it had its close calls and moments. It just stuck, earned you the nickname “Stitch” and you made your way into the squad’s hearts. Took some warming up though, especially Simon. Of course him. 

You thought he hated you for the longest time, but Soap convinced you otherwise and you eventually learned that he’s just like that. And with almost everyone, but you appreciate who he is more now. The man you’ve come to know and love, much to his obliviousness. Even when you’re practically straddling him in his hospital bed trying to close a bullet wound to his shoulder, holding your breath at the proximity of you two. You’re shaking, you’re sweating, you’re looking into his eyes, his bare face for the first time, at his lips, he’s gripping his hands around your thighs and squeezing when the pain stings too much- Yeah, you think he still doesn’t get it then. 

But you can see he certainly does now looking at you in the heat of battle. Your hair’s pulled back into a ponytail, which flows into a braid. You’re in your tactical gear, a little bit of someone’s blood splattered across your cheek. You look up at him, watching him stare at you and your eyebrow quirks up. 

“You good, Simon?” He loves when you use his real name, gets him every damn time. He thanks God that he has his mask on or else you’d see the red blush overpowering his cheeks.

“Y-Yeah. Are you?” You smile at him, and all he can think about is how hot you look. Simon has always been attracted to you. He would jump at any excuse to touch you, to ogle you if he can, to be with you - especially when you were fixing up his wound. The image of you above him, legs spread over his abdomen, that’s something he will never forget.

It’s just now that he realizes nope, no one else can have you because you’re his girl. He thinks he’s felt this way for a long time, but seeing you like this when you’re normally the one doing all the healing instead of shooting - Well, he thinks this side of you has sent him over the edge into territorial mode. And you can sure as hell read him like a book right now, his body language and eyes practically begging you to let him touch you. 

“Simon, I think we should talk after this”, you touch the side of his mask slightly, looking up into his eyes. He’s not looking away and moves to bring his fingers under your chin, keeping your gaze on him. 

“I think we should do something other than talking too, love”. You let out a laugh at the implication. You can only bite your lip and nod, your hand dropping to his chest and eyes to where his mouth would be. He knew what you wanted, and he let his head bow down until your foreheads met. Simon tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek, your jaw and down to the back of your neck. He moves to bring his mask up just enough to expose his lips-

“God!” You screamed at the surprise, a bullet cracking against the wall just behind the two of you. Simon hadn’t even realized he had brought you against his chest, his arms wrapped around your body and bringing you two as close as you could with all your armour on. 

“We’ll continue this later, okay?” He said sweetly, before kissing your temple and moving around the corner, gun up and aimed. 

You smiled and gently touched the spot where his mask had brushed your skin, the kissing noise he had ever so slightly made echoing in your ears. You felt like a 10 year old at the playground, smiling after a boy again. But honestly, it filled your heart up with hope and even more love for the Brit. 

Maybe you should join them in the field more often if it means Simon Riley will swoon at the sight of you. 

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[holybibly]

i love sub!idol with sub!reader bc the idea of two desperate bunnies just wanting to fuck is so tempting. like sub!wooyoung and sub!reader being constantly horny and always rolling around his bed with their tongues in each other's throats and bucking into each other. it's just a whole mess.

it gets messier when the rest of dom!ateez ahem seonghwa catch them in the act one day

The hard / unholy hours will continue for the rest of the week. So plan your questions. After that, I'll write again. I want all my bunnies to have a chance to express their desires and thoughts.

I really like the way you think. Bunnies, right? Let's triple the mess, then.

You and Wooyoung just couldn't seem to keep your hands off of each other. It was a constant, burning need for kisses, for touching, for sex that could not be satisfied. You were so desperate that you were fumbling all over the bed, licking each other's mouths greedily and hotly. You two moaned and squealed as your hands tore off clothes and underwear, scratching and squeezing, leaving traces of forbidden marks. Wooyoung teased you pretty hard. He drooled all over your chest as you sucked on his fingers. At one point, you pinned Wooyoung down on the bed, straddled him on his hips, and rubbed your pussy against his deliciously hard cock.

You shouldn't do that. Definitely not. The boys would be back from dance rehearsal soon, and if they caught you in this position, you would both be in big trouble. But damn, it was too good a feeling to stop—the way the wet, swollen head of his cock rubbed so nicely against your clit with every movement.

"Please, please, Y/N, I want to fuck you. Fuck me, just put it inside." Wooyoung was whimpering and writhing underneath you, all sweaty and dishevelled, but you were not looking any better. "Just the tip, please; we don't have to go any further; I'm so in need of you."

"It's a no-no." You let out a loud moan as the thick, dripping head of his cock stretched your sweet pussy.

Your whole body trembled from the amazing sensation. It was as if every inch of your body was on the verge of pleasurable ecstasy. In fact, you can do just that.

"A little more, just a little, I'll promise you." Wooyoung pushed himself deeper and deeper, moaning loudly, throwing his head back, and rolling his eyes as your hot walls tightened around his dick. He was only half way inside of you when the orgasm began to shake his whole body. "I'm cumming, oh God."

You moan as you feel the hot pulsation of his cock, squeezed tightly against your silken walls, releasing thick streams of cum. His beautiful face streams with tears.

You claw at his chest, constantly brushing against his hard, sensitive nipples and desperately jumping up and down on his cock in pursuit of your own pleasure. Wooyoung's hips rise up in convulsive thrusts as he rides out his orgasm. His cock is still throbbing inside of you in the most painful and pleasurable way possible.

Spilling your juices around his cock and onto his thighs, you come with a long, breathless moan. As you slide off him, your cum mixes and leaks from your used pussy.

Wooyoung immediately pulls you closer to him, his lips curling around yours and his hands gently massaging your firm buttocks. You are both absolutely filthy, but oddly enough, the feeling of arousal begins to return with renewed force as soon as you feel the tips of Wooyoung's nails brush against your cum-stained folds.

"And what have we here? What a cute sight, two lecherous bunnies who can't seem to control themselves." Your hole instantly tightens at the sound of Seonghwa's voice, so dark and sexual. You are overwhelmed by a new wave of lust.

Wooyoung continues to plant sloppy kisses all over your face. You watch as Hwa crawls across the bed like a big cat. Oops, you are in trouble now.

"I just need to teach you a lesson in obedience, huh, bunny?" He cups your chin in his hand, turning your face towards him. Wooyoung whimpered at the loss and immediately planted her lips on your neck.

"I asked you a question, baby." Seonghwa's thumb slides into your soft mouth, and you immediately lick it.

"Yes, Daddy, teach us good behaviour."

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:04 am] 

Renjun hated waking you up. You looked so peaceful asleep, even when you had drool dried on your cheek. He hated to be the one to shake your shoulder and have you startle awake. And it was like that anytime anything interrupted your sleep, your alarm going off, a shake of the shoulder, Renjun calling your name quietly. Every single time, without a doubt, you’d wake up like you just heard someone screaming your name at the top of your lungs or heard a storm alarm blaring. But more than he hated waking you up, was spending so much time alone when it could very well be spent with you.

Today was a day that Renjun finally had free and he had already been up for two and a half hours. He spent one hour in bed hoping that the following minute would result in you waking up like a character straight out of a Disney movie. The following hour resulted in Renjun eating breakfast and drinking a coffee keeping an ear out for rustling sheets or the sound of footsteps.

After the next half hour, Renjun stopped being patient. He turned on the air conditioner to a temperature that you would really only use on the hottest days of summer. A temperature that was very much not needed now that it was cooling down to the fresher fall weather, especially in the mornings. Then he snuck back into the room and slowly tugged the blankets away from you. Any move you made would mean the blankets would no longer do their job of keeping you warm and covered up.

He tiptoed back to the living room and wrapped himself up in a warm blanket and his steaming hot cup of coffee. Any minute now you would be waking up and seeking his warmth, he felt himself getting excited at the thought of your sleepy cuddles.

Sure enough within 10 minutes of the air being cranked down and the blankets being stolen from you, you were quickly making your way to Renjun. You pulled the blanket from him and jumped on top of him before you pulled the blanket over the both of you. He had to school his face so as to not appear too excited to have roused you from your sleep.

“So cold this morning Jun,” he heard you mutter into his chest as you nuzzled as close as you could. God, you were so cute it was nearly impossible to keep his smile at bay.

He didn't even try to fight it when your freezing hands slithered beneath the back of his shirt to warm them, not even when they eventually came up to steal the still steaming mug of coffee from his hands.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and let his lips linger there while he mumbled quietly about how cute and needy you were when you were so sleepy in the mornings.

Then the damned air conditioner had to kick on right as he said that. Renjun closed his eyes in frustration as your head perked up at the sound and feeling of the now cooler room.

"Did you turn on the air?" you questioned. Renjun merely hummed in response, acting like he hadn't heard you, so you repeated yourself and got the same response.

"I know you can hear me Renjun. Did you turn on the air?" You questioned again, no longer laying on his chest but rather leaning up to make eye contact.

His voice raised in pitch to a whine, "Baby, I didn't want to wake you up! I was getting so lonely without you."

You huffed out a laugh before you went on about how turning on the air was a waste of money, "and don't think to even call me needy again when you're sneaking around and messing with me to get me to wake up. I mean, seriously, when have I ever slept so crazy that every piece of fabric on the bed ends up on the floor?"

He paled, he thought he had gotten away with that one. "I love you?" he offered in response.

"That's not always going to get you out of your messes, but I love you too. Now, go turn off the air and bring me my coffee how I like it," you replied with a sickly sweet smile.

[blueicequeen19]

Making Up

Warnings: unprotected sexy time - creampie

I stand at the base of the waterfall on the bank, overlooking the small pool area as I try to cool my temper. JJ Maybank was infuriating. I loved him more anything but he was so goddamn stubborn. He didn’t listen. He was impulsive and reckless. His disregard for danger and consequences terrified me. Everyday I was constantly worried about him getting arrested or fired because of his explosive temper and smart mouth.

I hear the crunch of leaves and know he’s behind me. Our peaceful camping trip took a sour turn because of our fighting. Neither of us were one to let things go. We always fought until we were red in the face while never backing down. Some would call us toxic but passionate was more like it.

“Are you done being mad now?” JJ asks in a playful tone, grabbing a handful of my ass as he presses against my ass.

“Are you done acting stupid?” I retort, turning my head in the opposite direction of his when his chin comes to rest on my shoulder. His warm hands find my waist and he trails them down my hips then back up. Over and over again. Like he can’t stop touching me.

“You like the way I act.” He murmurs, trailing is lips along my neck as his cock starts to grow hard against my ass. I shiver, keeping my head turned and my back straight to maintain the ruse. This is what we did. Fight and fuck. And with the way his hands were stroking my body.. I was on the verge of fucking.

“Not when you’re being reckless.” I manage to bite out.

“I’m not afraid of risks. I can’t help it.”

“Well, it scares me. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” I start to melt against him, craving what he’s teasing me with.

“I’ll try to be more mindful of your feelings.” His hands come up to pinch each of my hard nipples, making me bite down on my lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of my sounds.

“You could just check out the bottom of a cliff before deciding to run and jump. I thought you were dead.” I choke out, the terrified emotions start rushing back and my anxiety spikes. When he didn’t immediately resurface after making the ridiculous jump, I almost collapsed.

The teasing hands turn comforting as he pulls me firmly against his chest, wrapping me in a hug as he kisses my neck.

“I’m sorry. I got excited and I just reacted. I’ll be more careful, baby.” He says with sincerity, tightening his arms around me. I nod, willing the emotional tears away before turning in his embrace.

“It scares me watching you fight.” I admit softly.

“You don’t seem scared afterwards when you’re patching me up and easing the pain?” He’s smirking at me, that dimple shining through and making me want to kiss it. And that damn backwards cap.

“Fine, I don’t like seeing you get hit.”

“I’ll dodge better.” His hands finds my hips, pulling me flush against his bare chest. I sigh, shaking my head as I smile up at him. He was infuriating.

“Now make it up to me.” I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Yes ma’am.” JJ drawls. His hands slide down my back to cup my ass in my string bikini, a moan slipping from his mouth and into mine. I reach up on my tiptoes, plunging my tongue into his mouth as his hands slide up my back to tug on the strings of my bikini top. The scraps of material fall to the grass beneath us as he fucks my mouth with his tongue while I cup him through his swim trunks. That fire inside me was burning hotter and I couldn’t wait another minute.

“JJ..fuck me. Right now.” I plead, making him groan as I palm the hard length through his shorts and suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

“Need me to take you to your knees? Bend you over on these rocks, and fuck you until I’m sorry?” JJ growls against my mouth, untying the strings on my hips and letting my bottoms join my top.

“Yes. Show me how sorry you are.” I plead, almost pathetically as I thrust my hand inside his waistband and palm the hard flesh that throbs for me. Precum weeps onto my hand and I use it to jerk him off, a sexy moan from him making me shudder.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum in your hand. Get on your knees.” JJ rasps, shoving me to my knees a moment later and pushing me to bend over so I’m on display for him.

“Baby.” I whimper as his hand slides between my thighs, spreading my lips wide, and pressing on my clit.

“So wet for me. You’re dripping down your pretty thighs. Fighting gets you all hot and bothered, huh?” His voice is taunting, playful, before shoving two fingers inside me.

“Oh god.” I cry out, his fingers moving in and out at a rapid pace, shooting sparks up my spine as I’m blinded by the pleasure. Sloppy wet sounds echo between us as I cry out, my body jerking with his rough movements until he stops, replacing his fingers with his cock.

“Fuckkkkkkk. So goddamn tight, darlin’.” JJ groans long and loud, his hands tight on my hips as he sinks in balls deep with one go. My hands cling to the grass, practically digging into the dirt as he fucks me slow and deep.

“You take me so well. Your poor pussy all stretched for my cock.” JJ sighs, his grip becoming bruising as he slams over and over against my ass.

“I could live and die in this pussy.” JJ pulls out, flips me onto my back before plunging back inside me. I keen, feeling him everywhere. His cock, his hands, his mouth. I can hardly catch my breath as I cum with a shout, my entire body practically convulsing as he fucks me through it, fisting my hair as he slams in harder. Deeper.

Suddenly, he rolls us, manhandling me on top even though I can barely hold myself up. I sway, trying to brace myself with my hands planted on his chest as he continues to fuck me.

“Come on, baby. Make me cum. Fuck me.” JJ groans desperately, his knees bent as he thrusts into me. My nails bite into his skin as I start to bounce up and down as hard as I can then grinding forward and back. Over and over again.

His hair sticks to his forehead, his nostrils flared as we chase his release. I cup the front of his throat and squeeze gently until his eyes roll back and he stills, only jerking slightly as he finishes inside me.

“Fuck, that was hot.” JJ pants as I slump on his sweaty chest. His arms wrap around me as he presses his lips to my forehead.

“You forgive me yet?” He murmurs, rubbing my back as the sun sits high in the sky, making us both sweat more. The sound of the waterfall and the birds in the trees becomes soothing and I could almost take a nap.

Instead I sit up and press my lips to his, tasting the sweat on his lip and the beer from earlier. His cock twitches inside me and I smirk, rolling my hips to get him ready for round two.

“Jesus fuck.” JJ groans, palming my ass as I grind my clit against his pelvis.

“I think you need to keep apologizing.”

[hobies-princealbert]

Could you do an imagine of Fontaine and a plus-size reader and how he would be when it comes to having sex (specifically face riding)? Also, I just found your blog and love it!! ❤️💋

as a plus size person myself, thank you for the ask

ヽ(*´＾｀)ﾉ(*＾3＾)/～

(Sorry for the abrupt ending)

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fontaine x plus size! reader | ( sfw + nsfw )

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♤ when it comes to a partner, taine wasn't one to really have a preference. he was the kinda nigga that would just shrug his shoulders and say "if she bad as fuc', then she bad as fuc', " anytime some one asked his preference.

♤ at first you thought it was just all talk, probably he wanted to prove something by implying he'd be into plus size women. or he wanted to just get into your panties. either of the two would surprise you, you've experience it one too many times.

♤ but as always, taine did surprised you. whenever he'd talk you up, it never felt forced or try hard. he was just cool, and never dug where he wasn't wanted. he made his interest clear from the beginning, and he wasn't shy about it. if it wasn't the hard stares. the light touches. offers to give you a ride anytime, anywhere. or the obvious suggestive compliments. taine wanted you. bad.

" ight ma, I gotta head out to get some shi' done. oh and you real good in that top today. damn good. see you later. "

♤ your first kiss with taine was spontaneous as ever. and frankly even more surprising, initiated by you. you went for it. you just went for it. it took you so long to accept the fact that taine liked you. and even longer to admit that you liked him too. but once you did, you couldn't shake the thought of pressing your lips to his.

♤ that feeling became so overwhelming everytime you saw him. till one day, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his. it took a while for him to kiss you back, probably cause he was taken aback by the sudden boldness, but hell he was happy to see you take the reigns this time.

♤ his lips were soft yet coarse against yours. his motions were slow at the start. his hands began to roam and whimpers were heard, the kiss became all the more heated. his hands started to grip at any part of your body he could reach. sides, love handles, thighs, upper arms.

♤ you were getting worked up by the second, and if the tent in his jeans were an indication of anything, was that he was too. you loved that whenever you pulled back for air, you'd catch a glimpse of his grill. he looked so good with them. he kissed along your jaw, collarbone and down to your breasts. god the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable as this point.

♤ and as if he read your mind, you watched as the keys were slipped out the ignition. he leaned back a bit to take a good look at his work. if his smug ass grin meant anything, it was that he was satisfied.

♤ next thing you know, your back pressed against your front door. taine's body was pressing against you, keeping you from moving too much. one hand was up your shirt, pulling the cups of your bra down, and the other groped at your ass. with the position he had you in, you could feel his print pressed against your low stomach.

taine suddenly pulled back and just looked at you. "jump."

it took you a while to register what he just said. he repeated himself again, make no mistake you heard him this time. you froze.

sure the idea of taine carrying you to the bedroom was hot, but what if he hurt himself. you weren't exactly manageable, and you didn't want him to go out his way to try an-

your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden grips at your thighs. in one quick move he had lifted off the floor. "wrap your legs fo' me".

you were so quiet as he made his way your room. he kissed at your next to try to calm you down, he could tell by the way you tensed up in his arms.

"don't worry bout me, i got you"

♤ you expected taine to throw you on the bed once you guys reached the room, but instead he gently let you down. you paused and wondered if you did something wrong. he pulled you to stand in between his legs as he sat on the bed. "ever sat on a niggas face before ma?" he smirked at the way your eyes widen, well that answers that.

♤ your breath hitched as you felt him pull at your hips till you were seated on his chest, well hovered. once he finally coaxed you to his face, you felt him pushing the flesh of your inner thighs and pulling your panties to the side. you knew he finally got what he wanted when his grills flashed from his smirk. finally got a good view of your pussy. "fuck there she is. fucking gorgeous baby. com' on sit her down for me."

♤ you didn't even know how long you were sat on his face for, you were too fucked out to care. his tongue pushed and parted at your folds, and even dipped into you at times. all you did was grip onto his twists and pulled his face further into you. he sucked hard at your clit, and laid a slap on your ass whenever you got too quiet on him. soon you became too light headed to sit up right and that's when you fell forward.

♤ in one swift move, taine rolled you onto your back. his mouth still sucking at your folds. fuck was this nigga ever gonna let up. soon you felt him let off your cunt, with a slight pop. you took a minute to catch your breathe, was he done?

♤ nope, instead he decided he wanted to finally feel yow wrapped around him. with how swollen and puffed up you were, you could definitely take him in one push, right? wait, just to make sure. your eyes went wide once you saw how his fingers spread your lips even further, and you watched as he spit at your cunt. you couldn't believe he just did that. you couldn't even cuss him out, he looked at you like he dared you to. smug ass nigga.

♤ he soon shut your thoughts up by pushing his shaft into you. it was like the air was forced out your lungs. his length wasn't anything hard to take but the girth was fucking ridiculous. not to mention the curve in him, hit right onto your sweet spot. you writhed and squirmed under him, all you could focus on was the sudden stretch in your cunt, and push against your g-spot. "ma, breathe. calm down fo' me, can't move till you do, ok?"

♤ when you gave him the go ahead, you saw the instance the relief on his face. he was really fighting the urge to dick you down. the man could even pace himself, he just began to rut into you. he loved how he heard how wet you were. and that was all because of him. "you got a good fuckin' pussy on you. real fuckin' easy to fuck into".

♤ you two spent what felt like hours fucking. he was really worked up, even when he came less than a couple seconds ago, all he had to do was look at how gone you were and how you'd hug your thighs to your chest as you pleaded with him to come back. that shit almost made him swear he'd cuff you one day. "damn you look really good like this. damn good"

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thanks to @r3yr3ysworld for helping with some inspo for this fic.

[milliesfishes]

Request! Reader tries to put herself in danger to help/protect Billy and he’s like ABSOLUTELY NOT

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 *based a little on the series finale because omg*

Love means supporting each other. Love means protection. Billy knew that better than anyone.

He kept his gun close and his loved ones closer. How else was he guaranteed those he cared for wouldn't be taken away from him? Like pages from the book of his life his family had been ripped from him. He wasn't going to let it happen with you.

You, whom his soul loved. You, soft and sweet and good, you who were everything he believed he lacked. He kept you like you were a firefly cupped in his hands, still letting you glow and breathe and fly if you so choose, but still close.

Billy had made his fair share of mistakes, but he wasn't going to screw up this time. Not with you at stake. Not with his girl, his sweetheart, his baby. He needed you like water, craved you like air.

Firmly, he kept his work and home life seperate, building a tall wall that kept you out of the dirt and grit of his gunslinger side. He made sure you never needed to know about anything he did to earn a living, smothering you with kisses and cuddles and distractions; pet names whispered in a honeyed tone, soft touches and extended time spent together. He spoiled you so you’d never have to know about the details of how he made a living.

Much to his frustration, he couldn't keep everything from you.

When you walked in on a discussion him and a few of the Regulators were having in the back room of the saloon about proceeding forward with an attack on a rival gang, his protection came in full swing.

He immediately jumped up, gently putting his arms around you as if he hadn't just been promising to exact revenge on those who'd wronged his men.

"Honey, what're ya doin' back here?" he asked, smoothing your hair with one of his rough hands. Maybe he babied you, maybe you made him soft, but he didn't care.

You looked up at him with the sweetest baby doll eyes he'd ever seen. Every time you looked at him, he thought that, but it made it no less special. "What are you talking about?"

Shaking his head lightly, he gave you an easy smile, thumbing your cheek as if smoothing it. "Nothin', baby. Just man's talk. Ain't nothin' important."

"But you were saying you were going to do something to someone," your pretty brow was furrowed, and he tried to smooth it out with his words.

"Darlin', ya don't need to worry 'bout none of that," he assured you, both his hands coming to hold your head. "Why don't ya go back in the other room, hm? I'll be over in justa minute."

His lips found your forehead in the hopes that it would convince you to leave, but you didn't. Instead, your hands came to his elbows. "Why are you talking about an attack?"

Damn. You'd heard more than he thought. Thinking there was no harm in giving you a little bit of information, he said, "We've just got somethin' to take care of, that's all."

"Can I come with?"

"No." The word was out of his mouth before he could regulate it, the tone harsher than he would have chosen. Seeing the slight surprise in your face from his suddenness, he tried to soothe it. "Sorry, baby. Just ain't a good spot for ya."

"Why not? I can help," you insisted, looking up at him determinedly. It was true that you could ride and shoot like the best of his men, better than some even. But There was no way in hell he was risking you like that.

"Sweetie, I ain't gettin' ya in trouble for nothin'," he said, gently but firmly. Billy's hands guided your head to his shoulder, holding it there.

"But you're gonna be getting in trouble," you tried to look up, but he was unmoving, and you felt his lips press to your hair and his nose dig into your part, inhaling softly.

"That's different and you know it," he muttered. One of his hands fell to your back, rubbing it softly.

"But I want to help," you tried, and his heart warmed at how earnest you were. Always such a sweetheart, wanting to shoulder his burdens.

Billy pulled you back so he could look you in the eye. "You stayin' safe is helpin'. Eases my mind." His thumb found your cheek again. "'m not puttin' my baby in danger when she don't needa be."

You seemed to see how unyielding he was in his decision, and so you gave him a nod. Exhaling in relief, he pulled you in for a hug. "Thank ya, sweetheart."

Obediently, you went back into the other room, and Billy turned back to his men, more determined than before. Your interruption had reminded him of what he was fighting for, and why he needed to come home safe.

Unfortunately, that wasn't in the cards.

The law caught up with him, setting a trap even the intricate circles of his gang couldn't have seen coming. He was behind bars before he knew it, in a cold cell faced with charges he couldn't even argue, because most of them were true. All he could think of was you, and how he wouldn't be coming home to your warm bed and snuggling up to you between the sheets.

Here he was stuck staring at the wall in an isolated cell, hoping the rest of his men had been able to get away.

It surprised him when after dark he heard keys jingling intermingled with footsteps, more than one set. He didn't think he'd be carted off to the next jail until morning. The door creaked as it swung open, and his surprise multiplied tenfold when you followed the deputy in.

"Got a visitor, Kid," the deputy grumbled, flipping through keys and sticking one into the lock of the cell. "Pretty one, too."

You held your head high as the door was opened, and Billy stood to greet you. He didn't know whether to scold scold or kiss you for coming to see him so late at night. "Baby-"

The decision was made for him as your lips came smashing against his, hand climbing to the back of his neck to pull his head down. His body responded immediately, holding your waist as his lips moved of their own accord. Once, he tried to pull back to say something but you cut him off with another urgent kiss.

Hands gripping his suspenders, you pushed him back to sit on his cot, climbing on top of him and sitting in his lap. All the while you were still kissing him like you never would again, your skirt bunched against your stomachs.

The deputy chuckled, and you turned around, giving him a longing look that almost made Billy laugh. Those baby doll eyes. The man turned back to his newspaper and you to Billy, pressing yourself close as your lips claimed his again.

It was a little jarring that you wanted to do this right in front of a stranger, but he was so glad to see you that he hardly gave it a thought. Instead, he focused on kissing his girl, making up for nearly a full day of not being able to do so. That was the real crime in his opinion. Lock him up for some other thing and throw away the key, so long as you were straddling his lap like this.

You removed his hand from your waist and his other arm immediately wrapped around it to keep you steady. He nearly gasped when you pressed his hand to your breast, his fingers immediately splaying over it.

After he held you there for a moment, you dragged his hand across your cleavage, and he felt something there. Something...hard.

Frowning in confusion, he reached under your blouse, but you stopped him, gesturing to the deputy with your eyes, leaning in and pecking his lips lightly. Billy got the message and moved his lips against yours sloppily. You let go of his hand and it continued its journey up your shirt, closing around that metallic, hard thing between your breasts.

Pulling it out, but keeping it hidden between your bodies, he kissed down your neck and opened his eyes barely. He would have recognized the feel of it anywhere, but of course he wanted to make sure.

A revolver, slightly warm from being pressed against your skin for who knows how long.

Looking up at you, Billy couldn't help the smile that spread over his face. He kissed you once more, pouring all his love and gratitude into it. I love you, I love you, I love you.

The deputy rapped on the bars, and you quickly took the gun, your hand dipping between his legs to hide it. The gesture made him grunt at where you accidentally brushed. Billy's knees closed the best they could to hold it there, and you stood, facing the jailer. "I'm ready."

He smirked, and unlocked the door, shaking his head as he did. "Young love..."

You grabbed the door by the bars and slammed it into the deputy's body hard. The sudden action sent him backwards and left him on the floor, unconscious.

Billy knew a signal when he saw one, and he leapt up, the gun in his hand. You knelt and stole the deputy's pistol, looking up at him with the same innocent eyes he'd always known.

When you stood, he took your arm and pulled you close for a deep, searing kiss. Your lips parted with a pop! and he said in a low voice, "My girl...bustin' me outta jail..."

"I told you I wanted to help," you breathed, and his lips found yours again.

"Told ya to stay outta danger," he muttered between kisses, his hand holding the gun tightening on your waist.

"I'm not made of sugar," you nudged your nose against his and he smiled.

"I beg to differ." Billy kissed the corner of your mouth. "M' baby's sweet as could be."

"You know what I meant," you giggled, and he nodded, kissing your chin.

"I know," he whispered, and he meant it, in every way possible. "Oh, I know."

You understood- he knew it from the look in your eyes. Your starry, bright eyes. Billy took your hand and pulled you out the door, sneaking past night guards and patches of moonlight to freedom.

Once you were past the walls, he pulled back to just look at you. His beribboned, badass sweetheart who'd thrown caution to the wind just to get him out.

He'd scold you between kisses snuggled up in bed later, but for now he was in awe.

Gun in hand, he pulled you into his arms, feeling his two worlds merge. With his chin on your head, he thanked his lucky stars that you'd seen how he'd been shrouded in darkness and embraced it while pulling him out.

[tallulah477]

A Little Motivation

Day 12: Fingering

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Avatar!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Vaginal Fingering, Slight threat of getting caught 

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I might finally have a day off tomorrow and I'm so excited to catch up on all the fics that I've had to put off reading. Fingers crossed that stays the plan!

Summary: Neteyam tries to teach you how to use your new Avatar body to climb a tree and you both get a little sidetracked on one of the branches.

Translations:

Skxawgn - Moron, idiot

Iknimaya - Rite of passage

Tsaheylu - Bond, neural connection (between animals or one’s mate)

Yawne - Beloved

Tìyawn - Love

Life on Earth was rough. 

The planet was dying and resources were extremely hard to come by. There was barely any green left anywhere, large metal buildings as far as the thick black smoke coming from the various power plants would let you see. The oceans, the ones that you read about when they were beautiful, shining and vast in their untamed beauty, were now filled with waste, not a single wave crashing along the shoreline without trash in it. 

It was no place to live. 

So you jumped at the chance to leave it. Being part of the cleaning crew for the RDA was obviously not ideal. Mankind is messy, destructive, wasteful - and you loathed having to go behind the ungrateful bastards as they tried once again to colonize an environment that they didn’t appreciate. But at least you were there, away from the depressing tatters of what’s left of Earth, and in a place with real beauty and life. 

When the war happened, you were spared from the Na’vi’s wrath. The Na’vi don’t like humans by default, but they don’t kill the innocent. Jake Sully offered you and a few select others a home with his science guys, in exchange for your loyalty to the clan. 

“The best way for you to be loyal to the clan, is to be a part of the clan,” He had said. You didn’t know what he meant back then. But now, as you stare up at the huge expanse of the biggest fucking tree you’ve ever seen in your life, you know exactly what he meant. 

“I can’t do it.”

Neteyam nudges your shoulder with his as he stands beside you at its base. “Yes, you can,”

You shake your head, heart pounding at the thought of climbing this fucking thing. “Nope. I will fall and break my neck for sure. This really expensive and long incubated neck that the science guys created for me? Yeah, no, snapped like a damn twig,”

Neteyam rolls his eyes, not even phased by your antics. “You’re so dramatic,”

“Your dad’s gonna be pissed when he sees what you’ve done to me. You’re supposed to take care of me,”

“I’m supposed to train you, skxawgn” He laughs. “How can you expect to be one of The People if you can’t even climb?”

You smirk at him, raising your eyebrow in a playful arch. “You could just keep carrying me everywhere,”

Neteyam turns to you, eyes alight with a wicked gleam as his lips stretch into a grin. He steps close to you, pressing his body against yours and cupping your cheek in his big hand. Immediately, your body relaxes into him, sighing in pleasure as your now wide amber eyes meet his, your tail curling gently around his thigh.

Neteyam had become your guide when you joined the Na’vi. First, it had been as another reluctant responsibility for him - another body to watch over and keep out of trouble. But he accepted the responsibility with honor, always wanting to prove that he was a good leader and deserved his role as the future Olo’eyktan. 

His reluctance didn’t last long. You got closer, personalities meshing so well together that the only word you think could be close enough to what you feel for him is soulmate. He’s your other half. Your best friend. Your protector. And, more recently, something more. 

He’s going to mate you. He’s told you as much. Promised it in a soft murmur against your lips as you laid together under the soft bioluminescent glow of the forest at night, whispering praises of how beautiful you are, how he loves you in your human form just as he’ll love you in your Avatar, and how he can’t wait for you to be his completely. As soon as you pass your Iknimaya and become one of The People, he’ll take you to the Tree of Souls and mate you properly. 

And you can’t wait for that day. Can’t wait to finally be with him - mind, body, and spirit in the sacred bond of tsaheylu. Can’t wait to finally keep up with him as you run through the forest, to join him on hunts, and not need him to carry you on his back like a baby monkey just to get up to Hometree. You’re so lucky that you even get this opportunity. But first…

…you have to learn how to climb this damn tree. 

“Baby, as much as I love feeling your gorgeous body pressed against mine,” Neteyam says, voice low as he presses his forehead against yours. “I really need you to start climbing,”

He shows you how to tackle the tree as best as he can - where to grip and how to find the grooves to dig your fingers into, where to place your feet. It’s slow progress as you inch your way up the trunk. You feel like you’ve been climbing for hours, the rough bark of the tree digging into your too delicate hands and feet. You have splinters, you’re sure of it, and you want to cry from the frustration of it all, desperate for a break.

“Come on, y/n,” Neteyam calls from a little higher than you. He’s so patient, calmly scaling up the tree and throwing out praises, telling you that you’re doing a great job and to not get discouraged. He’s so sweet and you hate him just a little bit. “Stay focused. Just a little higher,”

“You said that forever ago!”

“We aren’t even that high,”

You pause at his words, doubt written all over your face. You’ve avoided looking down so far, terrified to see how high up you are, but curiosity is getting the better of you now. You grip the bark a little harder, anchoring yourself to the tree before looking back over your shoulder.

A sharp gasp escapes you as you quickly turn back to face the tree. “Fuck that! You’re a liar!”

When you steal a glance up at Neteyam, he’s got one arm hanging at his side so he can twist his upper body to look down at you, and his face holds an expression of pity. “We’re not,”

Your eyes fall on the large tree limb just to your right and start to shimmy your way towards it. Neteyam watches you silently, eyes bright with humor and playful judgment as you hug the tree trunk, leg stretched out trying to reach the limb.

“Shut up,” You tell him, and he laughs, turning to face the tree again as he starts to climb down towards you.

“I didn’t say anything,” 

When you’re finally close enough, you land on the tree limb, out of breath and pouting at your cut up hands as you try to ignore looking down over the side. Neteyam lands beside you, long limbs confident and sure even despite being up so high.

“Are we taking a break?” He asks, and you glare at him, listing off all the reasons why yes, you are, indeed, taking a break on your abused fingers.

“My hands hurt, my fingers are all cut up, my feet feel like they're bleeding, my thighs are on fire, and for some reason my back hurts,” You exclaim.

Neteyam tries to hide his smile behind his hand, and sits down with his back pressed up against the tree trunk. He motions for you to come join him, and you do - fitting yourself between his spread thighs and settling against his chest. 

He takes your hands in his, gently massaging your fingers and running the pads of his thumbs across your cut up palms. He brings one of your hands up to his face, gently blowing on your fingers to soothe the sting before pressing his lips against each one gently. 

“You’re doing a great job,” He murmurs, voice low and soothing in your ear. “It is difficult, I know. But you will get better in time,”

You don’t answer him, you just close your eyes as his hands leave yours and slide up your arms. His hands are like magic on your skin, pushing in and releasing your tense muscles rhythmically as he moves up your body. His fingertips dig into your shoulders and you whine as you feel the sore muscles there unfurl at his touch. His palms drag down your back, urging you to lean forward slightly as his hands spread along either side of your spine, practically spanning your entire back as he carefully digs in and down. 

“Hmmh, trying to make up for your crimes, I see,” You joke, voice coming out more as a moan than intended.

He chuckles and pulls you back against his chest, hands moving to massage your overused thighs. “Relax, yawne. Enjoy your break while you can,”

His large hands squeeze your thighs, expertly massaging the sore flesh, starting lower towards your knees and kneading his way higher and higher. Your legs unconsciously fall open wider the higher he gets, and the new loincloth that you were gifted the same day you received your Avatar is getting soaked through from his warm and sensual touch on your skin. 

“I hope you find a man one day that will give you massages instead of just demanding them,” Your mom had said when you were younger, a direct dig at your father who sat uncaringly in his old beat up recliner chair reading the newspaper. 

You don’t think she meant with a 9 foot tall blue alien in a tree the size of a skyscraper, but honestly, this reality was way better than anything she could have possibly meant. 

Neteyam’s breathing is heavy in your ear, and you can feel the hard press of his erection against your lower back as his hand slides between your thighs, fingers dipping just slightly under your loincloth. 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” He whispers, running a gentle finger along your slippery folds.

You shake your head, hand gripping onto his forearm. “Don’t stop,”

His fingers tease along your slit, long digits light as a feather as they run down the length of your pussy before dipping into your folds. They collect the wetness there, dragging up and down, just barely skimming past your leaking entrance before they move back up to circle your clit. They rub against the swollen nub with the expertise of a man who knows you. He knows you, knows your body, knows how to touch you, where to tease, how hard to press, and how to circle your clit in a way that has you moaning loudly - the sound echoing through the forest.

“Shh,” He says, biting his lip as he drags his fingers down again, rubbing over your wet hole. “Not too loud, tìyawn,”

You bite back a gasp when his long finger pushes inside of you, fingernails digging into his forearm as you try to keep from moaning. He’s so big inside you already, long thick finger stretching you so good and you want more, want so much more.

“Nete,” You whine, and it’s like he can read your mind.

Another finger presses in beside the first and you can’t help the pleasured groan that escapes your throat as he stretches you even more. Your leg tilts to the side, hanging off the side of the branch to spread yourself more for him, and your pussy clenches around his fingers like a vice, fluttering around them when they curl inside you and rub against your gummy walls. 

Your hips rock into his hand as he thrusts his fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in motion with his thrusting and making your eyes roll back in pleasure. The sounds coming out of your mouth can’t be controlled, whimpers and moans and sighs of his name over and over again as he plays with your pulsing pussy.

“Teyam! Teyam, f-fuck, plea–”

Suddenly, his hand is over your mouth, pressing tight against it to keep you silent and you can’t help the disgruntled groan of frustration when his fingers stop their movements.

“Shh,” He says again, but this time it's more urgent. 

You peek up at him and notice that he’s looking down at the forest floor, eyes following something as it moves below you. You look down as best as you can, eyes widening when you see the group of hunters walking back towards the village, their hunts slung over their shoulders or dragging behind them with a length of rope. They’re talking, chatting loudly, clearly excited by their success. You must not have heard them coming, distracted as you were by Neteyam’s perfect fingers, but thankfully he did. 

“You have to be quiet, don’t want someone to hear you.” He says, and your body jolts when his fingers resume their thrusting from where they’re still buried inside of you. You moan, but the sound is muffled by the secure press of his hand. “If we were higher up the tree, we wouldn’t have to worry about it,”

Your eyes roll in annoyance this time even as your hips grind harder against his fingers. 

Whyyyyyy couldn’t you be further up the tree?

When they pass and are safely out of earshot, he takes his hand away from your mouth, sliding it down your arm and linking his fingers with yours.

Your head tilts back against his shoulder, blissful as you edge closer and closer to your orgasm. You look up at Neteyam, admiring his side profile, his beautiful hair as the braids sway in his face whenever he shifts, the way his mouth is slightly parted, plump lips shining from where he’s just licked them. 

His eyes are looking down at where his hand has disappeared in your loincloth. You whine, wanting his attention on you, wanting to kiss him and taste him as he drags you closer towards that perfect jump into oblivion. His head turns to look at you, pretty mouth inches away from yours, smiling at your fucked out expression. 

“You going to cum for me, yawne?” He asks, warm breath fanning over your face.

“Yeah,” You whimper. Your hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, a silent plea for him to kiss you. “Yeah, Nete. Make me cum,”

Your eyes close as he leans in and you cum at the first touch of his lips on yours. He kisses you through your orgasm, swallowing your moans and soft cries as you explode around his fingers, drenching his hand and your loincloth in your sticky release.

He lets you have your moment to come down from your high, taking the time to pull his fingers from you and pop them into his mouth, sucking your sweet juices from his hand with a deep groan. 

“You taste so good, y/n,” He says. You smile and try to cuddle more into him, but he gently maneuvers you off and stands, readjusting his still evident problem in his own loincloth before placing a ready hand on the tree.

“Um, excuse me,” You say, eyes wide and suspicious. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Come on, baby. We have a whole lot of tree left,”

You scoff in disbelief. “I know you’re not still trying to make me climb this tree,”

He smirks, eyes dark and wicked. “If you make it halfway up the tree, I’ll fuck you,”

You shudder at his words, desire ripping through you despite the fact that you just came not two minutes ago and you look up at the ridiculously tall expanse of the tree, a mournful cry escaping your lips at seeing how much further you have to go.

“You sure you can’t just fuck me here?” You ask, leaning forwards so you're on your hands and knees, back arched and ass in the air tantalizingly, hoping to convince him.

He smiles ruefully and shakes his head. “No, tìyawn. Let’s go,” His fingers grip into the trunk as he pulls himself up, restarting the climb. “We need to be farther up, so you can scream allll you want for me without anyone hearing you,”

Oh. Gulp.

**Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

Taglist: @eywaite

[carcarcraziiv2]

hi!!!i wanted to do a request (im shaking as i write this bc this is my second time ever doing a request-) about Kayn having a crush on a reader that's part of Pentakill.Reader looks super mysterious and scary but in reality they're just shy and also have a crush on Kayn and both of them confess at the same time.Take your time and have a good day!!!

I am so glad you requested it! It's okay to be nervous! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I LOVE YOU AND I APOLOGIZE <//3

I LOVE THIS PROMPT- especially for someone who is in Pentakillllll like that is so exciting. I am so hyped for this! I hope you enjoy <3

Content / Warnings: Mature language (the 'b' word lol), Alcohol consumption. Not much else really....

Word Count: 1883

Kayn was never one to show his fanboy nature, even though everyone in Heartsteel already knew Kayn had a secret obsession- Pentakill. Specifically, the bands mysterious, cold and ominous bassist; you.

You on the other hand, although already being the bassist in a rock band, had somehow gained a reputation for being the "dark" or "moody" bandmember in comparison to Sona or Kayle. In reality though, you just liked keeping to yourself, rarely being the first one to speak, often sitting alone on the stage speakers or out back of the concert houses having a smoke before or after a show.

Regardless of the publics opinion of you, you loved your bandmates. You were just shy, so when Kayle approached you notifying you about a possible collab with your personal favorite band Heartsteel, you couldn't help but be incredibly anxious.

"What do you mean we are 'meeting' with them tomorrow," you inquired, glancing up from your book to see Kayle lean against the kitchen counter and take a drink from her cup.

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't you like... oh which one was it?" She pauses and you take in a deep breath before letting out a sigh. "Kayn, right?"

You sit up from your spot and set your book down. Arching your brow and rolling your eyes at the winged woman, you chose to ignore her inquiry.

She scoffed before saying a little quieter, "Well Yone said Kayn likes our bassist. Guess it's not that big of a deal. I'll tell him we will pass on the meeting."

She began reaching towards her phone on the counter, causing you to pause mid-stretch and jump up to stop her.

"Wait!" you shrieked, cringing at yourself immediately thereafter.

"I knew it," Kayle smirked. "Our meeting is at noon by the way." As she walked away, you slumped back onto to the couch and let out another dramatic sigh.

~~

Kayn was going to kill Yone. Rhaast on the other hand was threatening to constantly break through at any moment with sheer excitement.

They were meeting Pentakill today. They- more specifically- were meeting you today. He was terrified. What if you hated him? What if you thought he was weird, or worse- what if Rhaast made an appearance and said something outrageous or out of pocket?

Kayn shook his head and rolled his eyes before splashing his face with water. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, silent dialogue only heard by him plaguing his mind.

Do not do anything brash, Rhaast.

Oh, I would never, Kayn.

~~

The meeting wasn't long. There was clearly some sort of friendship history between Yone and Kayle. Beyond that, everyone chatted like long lost friends aside from you - always silent and observant, and Kayn who sat at the large meeting table across from you.

You didn't fail to notice how he consistently stared at you. You were lowkey jealous because you wished you had started first. You weren't about to have a staring contest with him now.

You hadn't realized you were dissociating into the wall next to the large bay window until you were snapped out of it by Kayle's voice.

"Y/N, did you hear me? We are going to partner up for our song collab." Her lips rose in an evil knowing little smirk. "You and Kayn will be working together." Damn her for playing teacher right now.

A blush immediately erupted on your skin as you glanced at Kayn and gave him a shy smile. He let out a dramatic sigh and you were ashamed to think you were actually excited to have a real excuse to talk to him for an extended period of time.

"Alright everyone, let's start today and you can all figure out arrangements for your individual meetings. We will have our group meeting biweekly. Once we have a song, we will figure out our practice schedule and all the other details!" Yone smiled politely and everyone began standing and walking to their partners. As you observed, you saw both sett and K'Sante give looks to Kayn as they passed by him, almost teasing.

You couldn't help but be mortified by their social ques. Had Kayle spilled the beans about your silly little crush on Kayn? Oh Gods, what if Kayn knew and was staring at you because he was wondering how the hell he got stuck with the quiet freak from Pentakill as not only his partner, but his crush.

You sighed inwardly as you walked slowly towards him, looking anywhere but his direction. He was more confident than you thought, looking straight at you as you could see through your peripheral and starting the conversation.

"Hello, Y/N, right? I guess I should introduce myself- I'm Kayn," he reaches out a hesitant hand. You smile politely, shyly, in response.

"I'm Y/N- well you already know that anyway, heh..." you stutter, flustered due to the close proximity between the two of you. You give another awkward smile, and then let out an exasperated breath before continuing. "So, when and where would you like to meet up for these brainstorming sessions?"

Kayn seems to pause for a moment, putting his hand under his chiseled chin in a thinking pose. His gaze leaves you for a moment, before returning to your own.

"Dinner, you pick where you want to go. I will schedule if you send me the name of the restaurant. Here, put your phone number in my phone," he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not even second guessing the dinner suggestion. There's no way he could be asking you on a date, right? No, you're not delusional.

You input your number and quickly bid your farewell as Kayle waves at you from the door. You hadn't realized everyone was gawking at the two of you as they waited to leave for the evening.

~~

"You know you don't have to do this at dinner Kayn? May as well have asked her out at that point," Sett smirks at him from his seat on the couch.

I told you, Rhaast hissed in Kayn's mind. It's too obvious now.

"Nah, don't worry. It is just a lunch between colleagues to brainstorm for a song. Nothing more, nothing less." Kayn glares at Sett, before walking into the bathroom to spray on some cologne for the first time in a very long time.

~~

You were so nervous. Even more nervous than you had been previously. And when you get nervous, you babble.

So before leaving for dinner with Kayn that evening, you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror.

"Do not say anything stupid." Yeah, right.

"Do not be a clumsy mess as per usual." Will probably stumble trying to sit in the chair.

"Do not be ominous and awkward." Can't change your nature, baby.

Gods, your inner dialogue was a bitch.

You had chosen to wear casual yet flattering attire to your dinner, sticking to your usual all dark fabric and accessories. After getting ready and checking yourself out in the mirror once more, you went outside and got on your motorcycle with your backpack slung over your shoulders.

Letting out a shuddering breath, you began the not so long journey towards the restaurant. You had suggested one close by that you did enjoy, although the nerves in your stomach suggested you probably wouldn't be doing to much eating.

Upon arrival, you hung your helmet on the handle of your bike and stepped off. Before heading inside, you spared a glance at one of the windows only to see Kayn openly gawking at you stepping off of your ride.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thrilled to see you on a motorcycle. It was a thing with him, something about being rebellious or dangerous compared to the norm always caught his eye.

Quickly averting your gaze you let out a deep sigh to ready yourself and walked into the restaurant- ignoring the hostess and walking the corner to seat yourself in the booth across from Kayn.

Placing your backpack on the bench next to you, you let out a breath.

"Hi, Kayn," You smiled politely, your voice quieter than you had intended.

"Hi, Y/N," He smiled back. This evening his expression was eager, his eyes alight with dare you say- mischief. And you couldn't help but notice the slight blush that caressed his cheeks under the yellow lighting of the lamp above.

"So, do we want to order first or get right to business?" The question tumbled out of your mouth casually, and it took you a moment to realize that you actually felt quite comfortable sitting across from him in this moment.

"Well, I already ordered us both a drink. I hope you like Gin and soda," A gulp audibly escaped his throat and your lips twitched up in an almost smile.

"Actually, one of my favorite cocktails. Thanks, Kayn."

Gods, he liked the sound of his name on your lips.

The evening went on without a hitch, the two of you talking casually. By the time a few hours had passed, your food long since finished on the table in front of you, you realized you hadn't actually gotten to any brainstorming.

The drinks had started getting to you, loosening up your nerves. Before you knew it you were blabbering on and grabbing your backpack to pull out your notebook.

As you were looking down, Kayn was staring at you.

Just tell her, you coward. Rhaast was yapping again, but the booze had Kayn tuning him out. He was planning on it anyway.

"Sorry, I knew if I spent this much time with you I'd end up talking too much. Must be because of how much I like yo-," you paused. Were you saying this out loud?

You heard Kayn pull in a sharp breath, before softly saying,

"That's interesting. I was just trying to hype myself up to say that I have had a crush on the cute bassist from Pentakill for awhile now. Please tell me I didn't hear you wrong..." Kayn's eyes were wide, one eyebrow raised as he bit his lip.

Your jaw fell open, before you promptly closed it and blinked a few times.

"Wait, really?" You smiled. You couldn't help it. And as Kayn looked at you, he knew all of the assumptions the public made about you being dark or ominous or mysterious were bullshit. You were like starlight shining in a dark sky with that smile.

"Really. I swear it. Yone and Kayle I think did this specifically to set us up, actually. Everyone else on my side has known I've liked you for awhile. Lucky for us Kayle and Yone have... a friendship." He grinned sheepishly, running a ringed hand through his pink hair.

You laughed out loud then, having had made the same assumption yourself. "I thought the same thing!"

And as the night waned on, the restaurant eventually closed and the waitress was forced to kick the two of you out. The drinks had worn off over the time you had been there, opting for water instead.

As the two of you walked down the steps back to your motorcycle, Kayn looked at you and pulled you in for a hug. You melted into him momentarily before he released you.

"So, I have a request," he stated. You nodded for him to continue, your brows scrunched in question.

"Can I have a ride on your motorcycle?"

~~

The End! I hope you LOVED IT AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I have basically been AFK irl lately lol. Thank you for the lovely request!

[riofann]

4. tempestuous

Authors Note: I am trying something new. I like this story line please give me your feedback. Only reposts and likes please don't steal my work. XOXO Rose

Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Monday October 28, 2019

“Is it all in there?” Alejandro asks

“Seriously? Why am I risking my livelihood for you to question me?” You go to snatch the duffle bag back

He moves his hand away “It was only a question senorita” 

“Well it’s in there now go!” you look around looking for lurkers

He nods, “Carino, I told you we will take care of the Serrano’s!” 

“Uh huh”

He touches your shoulder “I’ll keep in touch” 

“I want my cut in 2 days” you demand

“Por supuesto la jefa” he chuckles before walking away 

Sunday November 10, 2019

You look at the clock as you pass it by on your way to open the door. It was 10:18am in the morning. Who would be at your door now? As always with gun in hand you peep out the peephole and find Rio standing with his hands behind his back

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugs stepping in “I was in the neighborhood”

“Your lovely penthouse loft is on the east side of the city, what can possibly be on the west side that brings you close to my house?” 

“You” he smiles boldly

“What do you want, money or something?” you were irritated you didn’t want to decipher riddles or anything. The expansion had you stressing out and Rio being here wasn’t helping anything

“Nope, it's Sunday. Don’t you go out on Sundays? ” he says taking in your outfit, pajamas with rollers on your head (you were doing your best to stretch out the blowout/silk press you just got)

You roll your eyes “I don’t always go out on sundays plus its too early for that, plus you didn’t come all the way here just to spend a Sunday with me again” 

“Maybe I did”

“Why?”

He shrugs and takes a seat by the kitchen island you sigh and proceed to pour him a cup of coffee “creamer sugar spoon, scones if you want them, bagel if you want cream cheese in the fridge” with that you walk away 

He assumes you’re going to change but when you don’t return for 30 minutes and he realizes he hasn’t heard you moving around he gets up from his seat to find you. He hears the clacking of a key board and follows the sound to your office. 

You look up at him and resume your activities, glasses reflecting the blue light film you had on them. He takes a seat on the chair in the corner of your office and takes it all in. His mind begins to wander.... fantasizing but before he gets too carried away you hear the doorbell ring you and Rio both exchange glances. No one visited you like that. It was only Rio et al and family that visited you and very rarely your friends as you were all busy with life. 

You jump up from your seat and rush towards the front door gun in hand. It's only when you hear your dads voice is when you hide it, stuffing it on the waistband of your pajamas before you open the door. 

Theres a small scream from your mother as the door flies open “AH! Y/N you scared me!”

“DAMN!” your cousin comments  

“Language” your dad scolds 

“We wanted to surprise you were looking for the key and all” Your mother explains 

“You guys, what are you doing here?” you ask as you watch them flood into your home carrying multiple items

“Well honey we want to make sure you’re okay, we are your family and we love you!” 

“Right” you smile, your heart begins to race as you try to figure out what you were going to tell them about Rio

“Oh who’s this?” You hear your dad say as you close the door when you look around the living area Rio stands by the hallway waving his hand

You rush towards them “Oh uh this is Ri-Christopher!” you correct yourself 

“Christopher my father Daniel, mother Francesca, sister Alicia, and older cousin but basically sister Gia” you introduce

Rio goes around shaking their hands before returning to stand close to you. There’s an awkward silence you couldn’t come up with a reason fast enough before Alicia asks

“Are you guys dating?”

“Oh uh...” you rapidly look to Rio for guidance but all he has is this shit eating grin that makes you want to grab his lips and twist them hard “Yes!” how else were you going to explain him being in your home on a Sunday while you had on pajamas and rollers in your hair

“Oh well why didn’t you tell us!?” Gia asks 

“I wanted it to be a surprise you know for Christmas....and all”

“Ohhh well nice meeting you Christopher, we ruined the surprise but now we get to welcome you into the family, Y/N, Alicia, Gia warm up the food we brought while we speak to Christopher” Your mother speaks grabbing Rio by the arm and pulling him towards the couch 

“Oh uh he has to go he was stopping by to drop of something for me I forgot” 

He looks back at you and smiles “Its okay mama, I got time to meet your family, I was wondering when I was going to meet your family so this is perfect” 

“What about Marcus?” You throw out his son, 

It’s quick no one else would catch it a warning sign to you before he resumes smiling “his with his mother he’s okay”

“Oh you have a son? Do tell!” 

You groan internally and turn to go into the kitchen. Alicia and GIa were busy making another pot of coffee

“Let me get dressed, I'll be back.” Thank God you were almost done with admin work for the bar or the next week would have been a nightmare. You quickly email out the schedule and ask the staff at the restaurant to post it in the area it was supposed to be. You send everyone a group message mentioning the schedule was posted and if anything was wrong you would address it tomorrow because today was out of the question. You quickly undo your hair and throw on the clothes you were going to wear while you were doing your sunday reset shopping. 

When you return to the kitchen you find everyone was surrounding Rio taking in all he was saying

“So how did you two meet?” Gia asks

Rio looks at you then smiles “at the bar”

Your mom looks at you then back at him “Oh her bar how lovely you must be a regular!” 

He nods “I am. I love the food, love the bar”

“How long have you two been dating sis?” Alicia asks now all eyes were on you and God that shit eating grin 

“Since the beginning of this year” you keep it vague  

“Almost a whole year and you don’t tell me?” Alicia fakes offense

“I wanted to make sure it was serious you know” you blush looking away

“Girls go help your sister” your dad commands

“Yes sir” they both say in unison 

All the thoughts were running through your head this couldn’t be happening 

“He’s cute” Gia whispers to you as she walks by 

You smile “what did you guys bring” hoping to change the subject you could feel a nasty tension headache brewing 

“You know mom she made potato salad, dad brought ribs for the grill” you nodded “no seriously why didn’t you tell me? Did he know you were missing too?”

You nod “he did and i got a tongue lashing from him too”

“So what's up with that tattoo? I wouldn't picture you to be a businessman if I am being honest” You hear your dad ask 

You freeze 

Rio clears his throat “I got it when i was young, being dumb in the head you know” 

Your dad nods “ever thought of removing it?”

“I have” he glances at you, they have already established what he does for a living? How long did it take you to get dressed? 

Alicia and Gia laugh “this is why i wanted to wait till christmas i would have forced him to wear a turtle neck” you comment

“Its harmless you know how dad is he just wants to show that he is the boss around here” 

You roll your eyes “yea” 

“Is that his G Wagon outside?”

“Yea that is”

Gia whispers “Wow! cha-ching!!” 

Throughout the day you and Rio come up with lies on the spot, sometimes having to step in and support each other in selling the lies. As the day continues it turns to night your adrenaline remains high because at any moment Rio could decide to reveal the truth and you were waiting for that to happen expecting the worst out of him. During dinner he sits by you draping an arm over your shoulder,  at first it shocked you but you played into his hands being cold. 

“You know when Y/N wanted to come here we were so worried about how she was gonna make things work Detroit doesn’t have the best economy but we know that the city is fighting to keep things alive.” your mom comments 

“Yea we thought she should have opened up a fine dining restaurant, that's what she always wanted after graduating college,  she’s good at what she does has she cooked for you” your dad pauses briefly  “I’m sure she has”

“Yea she has talent” 

Your dad continues “We were a little disappointed that she chose the bar route but things seem to be doing well business is always booming” 

You smile 

“Actually she’s thinking of expanding, right mama?” 

You look at Rio stunned 

“Oh really?” Alicia comments

Rio smiles at the group and pulls you in closer “Yea I didn’t know that fine dining was dream of yours mama you can make the second space that and I can help you”

“Oh that sounds wonderful Christopher!” Your mom celebrates loving that you had the support of your very successful boyfriend

“Y/N is that true?” your dad asks noticing the unease in your body 

“Uh yeah! But it's just a thought I’m not sure about logistics managing a bar and restaurant just thinking about it. I was just gonna make another bar but I think I can look into making it a restaurant” 

“With a good team anything is possible!” your dad encourages 

Lifting his glass for a toast Rio adds “Amen to that!”  

“Honey I hope you don’t mind it's late we’ll spend the night then you leave tomorrow is that okay?” your mom asks 

“Oh yea thats fine plenty of room the guest bedrooms are ready for you guys and there’s spare clothes for you guys to wear as well.”

“Great well it’s late I'm sure we are all tired we have caught up on everything met your lovely boyfriend now it's time to sleep”  

You smile at your mother “yea I’ll grab some towels and your clothes for you guys” 

“Dear we should invite him to our Christmas party” your dad comments standing up and going to grab a glass of water from the kitchen 

“Oh right! Y/N You mentioned bringing him around christmas did that include the party?”

“Ohh uh I was just gonna bring him a few days prior so he could be with his son on Christmas” 

“Oh that's right, Mark? Marcus! sorry tired and I’m old” your mother jokes 

“Yes Marcus” he smiles “I can figure something out mama don’t worry about it” 

“Oh are you sure? We don’t want to ruin the tradition you have with your son” Alicia adds 

He smiles at the group “I’m sure” 

There's a comfortable silence before Rio stands up. “Well it was so nice meeting you all its getting late tomorrows a working day” 

Ironically Rio goes around the room giving hugs and saying his goodbye

“I’m gonna walk him to the car” you say as you follow him out the door 

“FUCK!” You exclaim silently  when you two are far from earshot and close to his car 

You hear Rio chuckle

“This is not funny Rio, why did you show up today?” 

“Told you i was in the neighborhood mama” 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

He opens the door and stands in the space “Alright well goodbye” you couldn’t think of anything else to say your brain was exhausted from coming up with lies 

In a high pitched tone “Our little butterfly just wanted to fly and leave us in Ohio” he repeats the story your mother 

You groan “Shut up”

He smirks looking at you opening his arms “Give me a hug”

You take a step back offended “Why?” 

“Well darling we got an audience so unless you want to go in there and say everything they’ve heard from this morning till” he looks down “11:21PM was a lie I suggest you give me a hug"

You look back and see curtains moving indicating that they were indeed spying on you “Fuck me”

He chuckles and pulls you in by the waist. “It's just a hug I don’t bite”

Your heart races, as you wrap your arms around him, he rocks you both from side to side it makes you hold on tighter to keep your balance. He pulls away slowly “I’ll keep in touch yea?” He whispers close to your ear before leaving a light kiss on your cheek 

You nod “Yea” you take  a step back. You stand back and watch as he pulls away waving one last time when you turn your mother, Alicia, and Gia are all standing by the door

“AWWWW” they say in unison 

“Don’t!”  You scold them as you walk back in

“Your father is in the shower come on we need to have girl talk before im summoned to bed too” 

“Ouch!” You complain feeling the sting of the pinch your mother left “I am your mother why didn’t you tell me you're dating someone?!”

“Yea seriously Y/N” Gia adds

You look up, exhausted from all the questions “You guys I  told you I wanted to make sure it was a serious thing!” you stress 

“He is different from the guys you dated” your mother comments most of the men you dated resembled finance bros 

“I know but change is good, right?” you ask

“Your grandmother will flip over that neck tattoo” she adds 

You groan “I know thats why I was only going to bring him the week before Christmas” 

“Noo he’s so lovely she’ll get over it” Gia comments her fiance had to go through the same thing 

“He treats you right?” Alicia asks 

“Yes” you smile to sell the lie 

“Whats that face” Gia asks knowing you all too well 

“I mean it's a relationship there's always ups and down but yes he does” 

“Okay good!”  

“Does he have a brother?” Alicia asks 

“A cousin but he’s married” 

“Have you met his son” 

You think back to the one occurrence at the park and smile “Yes he’s a cute boy” 

“Nice!” 

“I hope he can make it for Christmas!” Alicia comments 

“Yea so all the aunts can shut up finally” your mother adds 

You all laugh before you hear your dad summoning your mother to bed

She rolls her eyes “gotta go”

Tuesday November 19, 2019 

“So what you wanna talk to me about?” He asks responding in person to your we need to talk text

“Why is my cut short?" You ask standing by your car in the parking lot of your bar

“You keep lying to me I’m gonna start taking cuts till you tell me the truth”

You look at him incredulously “What are you talking about?”

He chuckles “Nah, I’m not playing these games with you Y/N” 

You swallow uncomfortably, it had been a few months since doing business with Alejandro. You should have known it would be too good to be true that Rio had yet to find out. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

He nods looking around and in the blink of an eye you feel the back of your neck being grabbed and a gun pointed directly under your chin. There's an immediate sting of pain to the back of your neck your attempts to loosen his grip failed. “I told you for this to work you have to be honest with me hmm?” he speaks with gritted teeth

You look up at him eyes wide not knowing what to say, shocked from how quick his mood changed “I thought I was showing good faith, I’m playing fake house with you while you fuck me over and do business with my enemy?” You say nothing still and feel the grip tighten on your neck you instinctively go to grab it “You better start talking Y/N”

“He thre..” before you can finish you both hear a branch creaking to the woods on the side of you. You both look to the sound and see Alejandro along with his goons stepping out guns aimed at both of you. Immediately Rio lets go of you and aims the guns at them

“Cristobal amigo, it doesn’t have to be like this”

Rio scoffs “You really wanna do this?”

“Carino come” he says with an extended hand

You look to Rio then Alejandro “I don’t want this to happen there's plenty of bars you guys don’t have to do this” you plead with both men

“For the best the Guerrero family is willing to go to war”

Rio laughs “You want a war?”

“We want what is ours”

“That aint Detroit”

“Quien dijo eso (who said that?) we will take what we want” 

Rio nods “remember I gave you a warning” 

He turns to you and leans down and whispers in your ear “goodluck” you feel a chill going down your spine. 

Saturday December 7, 2019 

“Good morning Detroit on this lovely Saturday! We at Channel 4 news hope you are all enjoying your Saturday morning getting some coffee, maybe bagels, eggs, bacon, maybe even a nice cup of OJ right Sharon?” 

“Absolutely Zack I’m enjoying my coffee that's for sure.” 

“Alright! At the top of the news City Counsel.....”  You phase out till you hear 

“Body parts have been found in Lake Superior, authorities say that local fishermen in the town of Ontonagon pulled up what they suspected to be a fish but instead it was the hand of a deceased person. The local fishermen alerted the authorities who responded swiftly. We have our news anchor  Ashley on scene now. Ashley to you” 

“Thank you Zack! Investigators have launched a search of the lake here in Ontonagon. As you mentioned, local authorities have indeed responded swiftly, you see police cars right behind me. What you don’t see is that cadaver dogs have also been around sniffing to see if foul play took place close to the lake. From what I was able to get from the local police, this body part of the deceased appears to be a white male. The local police also confirmed that they searched the missing person reports for the surrounding areas with no success, at this moment authorities do not know who the deceased is but are committed to finding answers. The investigation continues and we hope to find answers for the deceased and their family. Back to you Zack!

“Such sad news to deliver on a Saturday morning, we at Channel 4 will keep the family of the deceased until answers have been provided.” 

“Police reported a shooting on the block of........”

Your heartbeat increases ever since that confrontation with Rio and Alejandro things had changed and you can’t decide if it was for the better or for the worst. As of now all business with Rio ended effective immediately after that night.

Wednesday December 18, 2018

You run up the steps as fast as you can when you find his loft you bang on the door. No answer. You bang on it again. No answer. 

“He’s not here moved out a couple weeks ago” You hear from behind you

“I’m sorry what?” you turn to face the older lady

“He moved out sweety, he’s not in there, no one is. Is everything okay honey?” She asks noticing you’re distressed 

“Its fine thanks” you didn’t want anyone calling the police on your behalf

Wednesday December 25, 2019

“You okay honey?” Your mother asks

“Huh?” you snap to look at her

“I said it’s a shame you and Christopher broke up”

You give a half smile “Oh yea, it is” 

“You okay? You’re jumpy all of a sudden, did something happen?”

You sigh “no just stress”

“Well come here” She opens up her arms  “a good nap will do you good” 

You smile and accept her cuddles.

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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Getting into an argument with Robb Stark and making up would include...

what and how you argue with robb most definitely depends on how long you've known him and what your status is

but the general theme would almost always be robb wanting to protect you and you thinking he's overreacting

like if you didn't know him that well and were of lower status, of course you would be much less likely to speak your mind

he was king of the north of course, from the stark family, there was protocol to follow

protocol being: keep your mouth shut and do as your told

but overtime as you became closer and more comfortable with him (or if you were childhood friends) you best believe this man would get an earfull

because yes this man is great in battle but my god can he make some daft decisions

the first time you raise your voice at him he literally takes a good 30 seconds to process it

it was after he'd run into a battle and attempted to sacrifice himself in his usual stark way

and he is so used to you being all sweet and gentle and now you're glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns

'well? do not just stand there and gawk at me! what do you have to say for yourself!'

'did you just call me a fool?'

'yes and do not make me repeat myself'

'i'm just more shocked at the use of the word 'fool' that's all'

'would you prefer fucking idiot then?'

after the shock finally seeps away he straightens up and fires straight back at you

because he is robb stark of winterfell and he will choose to do what he pleases when he pleases

and then he sees the way your tears well up and your voice cracks when you admit you can't bare to lose him

and he knows he should concede and apologise but he just can't do it

and by the time he realises his error you're out the door in tears and it's too late

you manage to avoid him for a good few weeks after that

which robb secretly finds quite impressive

until eventually he bribes one of your friends to tell him where you are

and when he finally corners you he can see you're preparing yourself for round 2

but the anger seeps from you immediately when he brings out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back

and a soft confession that he's completely in love with you doesn't hurt to achieve your forgiveness

and once you're together or married your fights are quite infrequent

there's the occasional squabble or lighthearted snapping if you're both grumpy

and you don't hesitate to tell him to pull his head in when you can tell he's jealous

which happens more often than you would think

'seven hells robb he didn't do anything!'

'i didn't like the way he looked at you'

'he was probably looking at the direwolf sitting at my lap'

robb has the tendency to pout too

which is not something most people would expect

if you know it was your fault, it doesn't take much to break him out of it

a pout of your bottom lip and the biggest baby eyes you can muster as you crawl onto his lap usually does the trick

because it is impossible for this man to stay mad at you for long

if he's done something stupid, like be jealous, some flowers or breakfast in bed is usually all it takes for your resolve to crumble

and he knows the second it does because you shake your head as a smile starts to spread across your lips

which makes him grin as he jumps on top of you and begins to pepper your face with kisses

'you're a fucking idiot robb stark'

'i know'

the big blow ups between you usually involve something to do with his family or whatever political war is going on

and they can get ugly because both of you have a temper and a damn strong will

like to the point the guards outside your chambers will exchange glances because your shouts are echoing through the castle

and it's always about one of you wanting to do something brave and stupid

but god can it lead to great angry sex

like bed breaking, cup and dish shattering when robb shoves everything off his desk type of good

and then the guards are glancing at eachother again because your growls and moans are bouncing off the walls

you both have learnt that sweating your rage out in this way is both satisfying and productive

and then you inevitably lie in bed, panting and tangled in each others arms, realising how stupid your fight had been

i love yous and i'm sorrys are whispered and loving kisses are exchanged

and then passionate and loving make up sex always follows

no matter what you fight about, it never lasts long

you both know that you are stronger together

a united front, a force to be reckoned with

an unbreakable bond

saying all that though... do you occasionally do things to make him jealous?

maybe....

but hey, you would to if you'd had sex with a jealous robb stark before

[rqgnarok]

request: jamie x actress reader!

love your writing 💚

this turned out to be more a lil angstier that i expected but y'all KNOW ME

"You're nervous."

Jamie jumps, bow tie unmade and tangled in his fingers. "I- no. No, what? 'm not."

"Jay," your voice drips with sympathy, tilting your head to the side as you put on your earring. "I told you, you don't have to come if you don't want to. We don't have to do this if we're not ready."

This being announcing your relationship to the world. Somehow you'd managed to keep it lowkey, this thing between you, only your families and closest friends (and the entirety of AFC Richmond, of course) aware of how happy you and Jamie were in a relationship with each other.

But now both your publicists have given you the green light and you've been sitting on the announcement for weeks, figuring out the best way to do it. It was a matter of luck, or maybe a little nudge from the universe, that the Emmys came around just before Jamie had to be back in England for preseason. It was all perfect, a little too good to be true.

Which is why you're threading lightly.

You still his shaking hands by taking them in yours, leaving the bowtie on the table, and kissing his knuckles. "You know, I still think an Instagram post isn't the worst idea. Have you gotten your password back from Keeley?"

"No," Jamie shakes his head firmly, expression determined even if some nervousness lingers underneath it. "No, angel, 'm ready. Promise. I wanna be there to snog your pants off when you win."

"If I win," you smile at his relentless faith in you and the picture he paints. You can't say you don't like the sound of that. "And I'm not wearing pants. And you haven't looked me in the eye since we started getting ready."

Jamie's jaw tightens in frustration, meeting your stare just to show you he can, even if he looks away too quickly. You say softly, "Baby, I'm serious. I know you support me whether you're there or not. Whatever you chose, we've got each other's backs. A hundred percent."

"'s not that," Jamie mutters, slipping closer so he can press a kiss to your forehead without disrupting your hair or your clothes. Your stylist would kill him if she saw anything out of place after it took hours to doll you up. "I want to, angel, 'course I want to. I just- you have to be sure."

"You frown, reaching for him when he goes to take a step back, keeping him close. "What, about coming out together?"

Jamie shrugs, small and dejected. "'bout us, more like."

Realization dawns on you like a horrible, cold splash of water to the face. "I am," you say slowly, hesitating. "...Aren't you?"

Jamie looks at you like you're insane. "Of course I am, that's not what I mean. But if- after we do this there's no going back for you. No more secrets. No more take backsies. Everyone'll know."

"Take backsies," you scoff, glam be damned you cup his face in your hands and get real close.

"Honey," you say, soft and fierce all the same. "Look at me. Are you looking at me?"

"Yes, coach," he teases, and you barely refrain from flicking him on the forehead.

"I'm sure," you say and mean it. Falling in love with Jamie happened effortlessly but it was every day that you chose to be with him, a decision you haven't even thought of regretting. "You were never meant to be a secret, Jamie. And if I did something to make you think that was my intention-"

He cuts you off with a kiss, his previous restraint gone. Some things are more important than composure, you suppose.

He draws back, breathless, holding your chin in his hand and thumbing at the corner of your mouth where your lipstick is probably smudged. "You're perfect. 'm just being dumb, baby, I know you love me. I want you to be happy, 's all."

You frown. "It's not dumb if it upsets you."

"And I promise to talk about it tomorrow," he says as solemnly as you know Jamie's capable of being before he surges to kiss you again with the energy you usually associate with him.

"But tonight we're celebrating you. And every single one of those statue things we're taking home with us. Let's go knock 'em dead, sweetheart."

[somewherebetweendisorder]

Good Morning

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff and badly written smut, oral (f receiving), Eddie cums in his pants

A/N: I do plan on editing this and hopefully making it less cringe later but we'll see if I get to that

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Eddie in a sweater has you melting for a sleepy sort of domesticity with the man before you. The sweater is yours, a dark mossy green, and it fits him nicely, snug across his shoulders. His hair is swept up into a low bun, bangs kissing his eyebrows, hands moving out of habit to start a pot of coffee for the morning. He hasn't seen you yet, sure you're still asleep where he left you in bed, hoping to make you breakfast before you wake. He hums to himself softly, something familiar.

He pauses, hums the same part, pulls a face when it doesn't sound quite right before starting over again. Sensing you, he looks up, finds you leaning against the doorframe, his tee shirt slipping off your shoulder, revealing the lovebites he left behind the night before. A smile brightens his face, explodes in his eyes, the birth of a star, happy as though he hasn't seen you in ages. He realizes his surprise is ruined, a frown crinkling the corners of his eyes, but he brushes it off quickly.

"Hi, baby. Good morning."

Voice still thick with sleep, eyes hazy, he crosses to you, arms linking behind your back, tugging you close. "Hi."

Your smile is sunny, brighter than the dewy light spilling through the slanted blinds, pooling on the thin, worn carpet, providing hot spots for Cleopatra to bask in. He smiles back, diving in to smack wet, little kisses across your neck, reveling in your breathy gasp, taking it as encouragement to keep going.

Of course, it's a plea to keep going, just like when you finger the loose baby hairs at the back of his neck, urging him closer, lips caressing the shell of his ear, whispering his name the way you do.

"Eddieeeee."

It's somewhere between a whine and a moan, a desperate cry to be closer, have more of him. You'd crawl inside of him if you could. The thought, honest as it is, is so bizarre and bordering disturbing it has you huffing a laugh into his skin, tickling the sensitive flesh, distracting him.

"What's so funny?"

You shake your head, hair soft as it strokes his cheek, catching his attention. One of his hands comes up to finger the strands, curling them around his fingers, tugging gently, eyes on yours, waiting for an explanation.

"I'd crawl inside of you." He blinks at the words, not a hint of judgment in the earthy depths, processing.

"Like a parasite? Awww, that's so cute, baby girl."

"What? No, I mean, I guess it could be like that. But I mean how you just look so soft and warm and kissable and- I want to bite your face off and cuddle."

Eddie tries to keep a straight face to his credit, but your eyes are so serious, imploring, lips twisted into a little pout and he can't help but laugh, the sound deep and throaty, laced with the remaining edge of his morning voice. "I mean, fuck gorgeous, I'd be so down for that."

"Stop laughing at me. I'm serious."

"I'm not laughing at you! You're just cute, 's all."

The huff dancing past your lips ruffles his bangs, fans his face, has him leaning in for a kiss, despite your feigned struggle to pull away. "Don't even pull that with me. You know you love me."

You do, irrevocably. Up on tiptoes to meet his lips, hot and heady, his tongue swiping a bold line across the seam of your lips. The coffee maker beeps, dragging you both back down to earth, smiling like fools.

"You're a weird one, Y/N."

Rather than argue you cup his cheeks in your hands, studying his eyes, the honeyed brown, molten chocolate, and flecks of something darker. He smiles, cheeks squished together before you lick a bold, sticky stripe from his jaw to his temple.

"Damn right, Munson. You knew that from the jump. Now hurry up with the coffee so we can go back to bed."

You dance away to lean against the dinette, inching back onto the table until your feet dangle above the floor. It's cold against your legs, Eddie's shirt doing little to cover you.

"Someone woke up bossy this morning." He steps close, between your thighs, cupping the back of your head as he leans in for another kiss, his other hand dropping to squeeze the doughy flesh of your hip, dragging you right to the edge of the table.

"I wake up bossy every morning," you gasp, right against his lips which tip up into a smile.

"Mm. That's true."

Then there isn't much room for talking, his tongue licking into your mouth, a bit too wet, but entirely welcome, hot and sticky. His fingers are slowly creeping under the hem of his shirt, pushing it up your body, revealing an expanse of soft flesh. He's leaning forward, encouraging you back against the table, lips eager, mapping a hungry trail across your jaw, down your neck. He lingers here, teeth sinking into the tender column of flesh, eager to leave yet another sweet reminder.

You moan as his fingers brush over your nipple, back arching off the table enough to allow him to pull your shirt over your head. Eddie's hips buck into you at the sound, painfully hard in his pajamas, pressing right against where you want him most. Where you need him most. The swell of sensations has your eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling into his hair, releasing it from the confines of the hair tie.

"Eddie," you breathe, opening your eyes, meeting his gaze as his tongue flicks out over your nipple, the bud stiffening under the wet heat of his tongue. He places open-mouth kisses across your chest, laving away at your skin, spurred on by your breathy praise.

You're nearly unaware of his strong fingers tugging your underwear down your legs, distracted by the scorching trail of his lips down the valley of your breasts, across the sensitive skin of your stomach, placing a reverent kiss first on one hip, then the other.

He's on his knees, dark eyes blown with lust, appreciating the view before he dives in. Something in your eyes must give you away because he's leaning forward to place a sweet kiss right against your clit, and then there's nothing sweet left. He moves against you, eager and wet, until your fingers are knotting in his hair, voice pitching high in a whine, back arching off the table.

You ride out your orgasm against his face, nose prodding deliciously at your clit until you're tugging him up by his hair, intent on kissing him. The taste of yourself on his tongue is intoxicating, thigh slotting between his legs as he ruts against you. You know when he cums, a shudder rolling up his spine, arms stiffening around you, a low growl falling past his lips.

You stay like that, his body heavy atop yours, coming back down to earth second by second, his nose pressed into your neck, your fingers drawing lazy patterns across his back beneath the sweater.

"I think the coffee's done," he finally mumbles into your skin, his smile evident in his voice.

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't noticed."

His lips find yours once more, one last saccharine, searing kiss before he pushes himself up, once again trying to prepare breakfast. You follow him up, curling your arms around his chest, forehead pressed to his back.

"Good morning, Eds."

[starlightsearches]

Track 7: Eddie Munson on his wedding day.

I Got You, Babe

Track 7: Kiss on My List by Hall & Oates  - Give me a character and a fluff prompt (or give me free rein) and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons about it.

Eddie x Female! Reader

thanks for the request, my love, I hope you like it! Eddie seems like the kind of guy to throw a wedding together last minute so that's the vibe i tried to capture 💖

📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Warnings: not really, just a lot of fluff, and some language

Crying at your own wedding is sappy as hell.

In Eddie's mind, it's the easiest way to kill the vibe. Your wedding is supposed to be a party, for Christ's sake. So, even though he tears up at happy Christmas commercials and gets weepy every year on his birthday even though Wayne always makes him the same funny-looking chocolate cake he's baked since Eddie was a god damn seven year old, he is determined not to cry on the day he gets to marry you.

He's got a buzz all morning, though, and that makes him nervous. Like somebody's gonna jump around a corner and it's gonna startle him into tears—every emotion he's ever had bubbling right up to the surface while he tugs at all the layers, trying to make the suit he borrowed look right.

It's a relief when he finally gets to leave the trailer, walking down the path to the little field nearby. It's filled with all your favorite wildflowers, and everybody's managed to make it look as nice as you deserve. There's a makeshift tent for shade, a mix-match of patterned bed-sheets hanging like a canopy, all the chairs and tables anybody was willing to donate for the afternoon spread out around the dance floor Wayne and some guys from the plant put together out of old pallets and spare wood planks.

Eddie presses his sticky palms together, trying to keep his hands from shaking while he greets everybody, accepting all the congratulations and good lucks from trailer park friends and gentle ribbing from the Hellfire guys and the freshman chirping in his ear.

The wedding part hasn't even started yet, and his throat's already burning. It's not a big crowd by any means, but Eddie never realized there were this many people who cared about him.

Eddie's not gonna cry when the music starts and everybody shuts up, watching for you at the end of the sorta-aisle between all the tables. He might throw up though. Or die, maybe, with the way his heart is pounding. Wayne's standing behind him, a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and that's the only thing keeping him place.

Eddie thought all that might go away once he was sure you were gonna show, but it's actually much, much worse.

Tears are narrowly avoided once you appear. He figures out pretty quick that if he looks directly at you, he'll go off like a fountain, so he clenches his jaw and his hands and his ass cheeks, looking anywhere but your face. At the little bouquet of daises you probably picked yourself this morning, at the billowy sleeves on your dress.

He's not used to seeing you in white, but damn if you don't look stunning.

Eddie doesn't cry through the vows, but that's only because he's not listening. His head is full of static, holding both your hands in his in front of all your friends and family and friends you love like family. He'll make you repeat them again that night, when you're alone and he can bury his face in a pillow if he can't handle all the things it'll make him feel. Then he'll make you say them over and over and over again until it doesn't make him feel like he's drowning.

He kisses you when he's told, in front of everybody, and you cup his face in your hands and kiss him back.

You love him, god damn it. That shouldn't make his eyes sting, but it does. It's how much you love him that Eddie'll never, ever get over.

It gets easier after that, though. As long as Eddie doesn't remember that you agreed to marry him, and then you did marry him, and now you're married to him and he's married to you and you're his wife. If he ignores that, he's fine.

He doesn't cry while you're swaying under the Christmas lights hung around the edge of the tent, Journey's Faithfully playing through the amps he used to lug around for Corroded Coffin shows. Or at least, nobody sees the tear that slips down his cheek when he's got his face tucked into your hair, your cheek pressed tight against his chest, so wrapped up in each other it feels like you've only got one heartbeat.

Eddie almost makes it the whole day. Until Wayne.

He sneaks up on the two of you, sitting in a far off corner for a second of alone time, eating a slice of your wedding cake one of the neighbors baked from a box mix with your bare hands, laughing, and smearing frosting on each other's faces and then licking it off.

Eddie's got a few crumbs dangling from his bangs when he turns to look at Wayne, hands tucked shyly into his pockets.

"I was just wondering if my new daughter-in-law would wanna dance?"

You brush the frosting off your hands before Wayne leads you to the dance floor, swaying with you—old-school, with one hand on your waist and the other in yours—to a song his uncle played so much it's practically the soundtrack to Eddie's childhood. A song Eddie always knew was Wayne's his favorite, without having to ask or be told.

Fuck, if that doesn't already have him close to tears, lips quivering and his hands balled into fists. Eddie digs the toe of his shoe into the soft dirt, trying not to look, not to think about it.

Wayne walks you back when the song ends, hugs you tight a little ways away from where Eddie's staring at the ceiling now, willing the tears back into his head.

But he still hears Wayne say, "you're gonna take good care of my boy." Hears the tears in your own voice when you say yes.

And that's what does him in.

He's never gonna get away from all the love you have for him, all the love out in the universe pointed in his direction, saying you, Eddie Munson, are worth it. He's never gonna escape it.

And why would he ever want to?

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

Day 27: squirt (bubba sawyer)

"Bubba"

” His name leaves your lips in a whisper, almost as if it's the loudest you can speak. "Baby, don't, I want more."

He looks away from it and wants more, assuming you mean the words were put together. You've told him to stop before, and it wasn't on purpose, so it never hurts for him to check where you are, so to speak. "You are sure?" He murmurs, looking up at you while placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

You blink at him once, twice, or or three times before focusing on his face and responding, looking a little shy. “Yes. I just… I want more than your tongue.”

The way his lips curl into a smile is positively sinful and serves to remind you that, once again, the boy you left behind and who you told to break up with you has been left behind and has been replaced by this very confident man. He gets off the bed and starts crawling on top of you, his hand moving to pull at the foreskin before entering you, bottoming out as slowly as he can. His breath leaves your body with a sensation as you allow yourself a kiss on his lips, lightly tasting yourself as you do so. His thrusts begin to increase as he presses kisses down the column of your throat, your head lolling back to allow better access. You hear words coming out of his mouth, murmurs about how much he loves you, how accepting you are, and how lucky he is to have you. It makes his body heat up more than it already did, the praise going to his head, filling you with a burning fire that you hope he can continue to put out. His hand slides between the two of you, cupping your pubic mound for just a moment before sliding his fingers alongside your clit. You don't necessarily need stimulation, usually the brush of his dick against you when he thrusts can do the trick, but he seems to want to spoil you today. It seems like he wants to take all the pleasure out of you today.

He allows your hips to meet his thrusts, somehow keeping his fingers from playing so teasingly with your clit in a way that has you hanging on the edge of cumming as he chases you so high. His eyes closed at one point, too overwhelmed with the sensation of seeing him look at you with love and lust all in one. He grunts something that sounds like "curse,” and that's what makes you open your eyes and see his brow furrowed in concentration as he gives a particularly strong thrust that makes you jump over the edge. The coil in his abdomen snaps so suddenly that you barely have the chance to warn him, your brain just allowing you to say his name over and over again like a prayer.

“It's like a damn river down here, you're so wet. enjoying so much. He's muttering to himself, but you realize he's not wrong as it's sliding in so easily and you feel a wet spot forming beneath you. Oh. He did it again, bringing out of you that kind of orgasm he called a squirt. You'd be embarrassed, but the way it makes him go crazy, makes him thrust faster just to find his own release destroys any ability for you to be embarrassed, especially after he comes, his head falling onto your shoulder and biting into it. lightly, with a groan. He stays on top of you for a moment, both of you too fucked up to really worry about needing to clean yourself up and realizing that none of his legs are going to work right away. When you both catch your breath and get your bearings, Bubba nuzzles your nose, a small smile gracing his lips. He looks, if you had to guess, very pleased with himself. “You squirted again. Keep doing this and I'll get an ego for it.

His lips twitch as you shake your head. “As if you didn’t already have an ego.” You pause. “Keep doing what you have been doing, and I will try to make it happen every time."