#plus size OFC

[wolvieispunk]

Ezra x full- figure/plus size OFC wip, you shall be so very indulgent. There will be so much belly and thigh worship, you don't even know.

[nerdieforpedro]

Lunch is happening right?

Part two of Two Hearts by the Ocean

Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC)

This part is for general audiences - rating will depend on individual parts. Overall will be 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx 2.1k

Warnings: Javier being a sweetheart, anxiety, overthinking, more fluff! 🥰

Summary: Our kind pair meet up and go for lunch…eventually. Once they do, they finally eat and it leads to an important question that Javier needs answered.

Notes: Nerdie is fully in her soft fluffy marshmallow era. This fic so such a joy to write. I’m glad people are enjoying the softness. Some of you may be surprised to know that I do enjoy the fluff at times. ☺️ Hehe!

Main Masterlist/ Javier Gutierrez Masterlist/ Two Hearts by the Ocean Series

Javier returned to his compound and checked in on the chef who kept it simple by making grilled chicken, a blue cheese salad and sliced some bread he bought from the market in town with garlic butter. Javi requested for regular butter instead, just in case. Not an expectation of course, but it never hurts to plan for these things. After squaring things away with the chef, he returned to his quarters and undressed, showered and put on his favorite red relaxed button down shirt with tan slacks and brown loafers. He checked on the chef once more and went to inquire what was for dessert when he saw a chocolate cake coming out of the oven. The question of whether to frost the cake or not was put on hold as Abigail texted Javi that she was ready. Gutierrez left it up to the chef as he headed to his golf cart, replying that he was on his way to get her.

Abigail stood in front of the resort where Javier had parked the golf cart not too long ago. Her excitement was matched by her anxiety over putting herself out there and agreeing to lunch with a man she didn’t know. But it was fine, right? Treat it like a date, at his enormous compound, villa house that has a private beach. That happens every day. She did text her girlfriends and let them know that she wouldn’t be at the beach or resort. That she was out exploring, which was as vague as she could be. She thought about it and added that she would be touring some of the buildings and architecture of the island, she might be back late. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She brought a smaller tote back which she stuck her sunscreen, a bottle of water, her phone, wallet, charger, her notebook and a few pens, hand lotion and sanitizer. Javier appeared to be a sweet man who was kind enough not to kick her off his beach and was inviting her to lunch, things should be fine. Great even, when’s the last time she had lunch with someone who wasn’t a friend, family or for work?

Pulling up to the curb, Javier spotted Abigail holding her brown tote back in front of her. She was wearing the same yellow wide brimmed sun hat from earlier but this time, she wore a strapless blue dress that was the same light shade as the cloudless sky above. Her red matching nail polish on her fingernails and toes stood out against the quiet blue of her dress. She wore simple brown thong sandals and waved when she saw him. He returned her wave as he slowed the golf cart to a stop and practically beamed, “I have come back for you Abigail. I take it you have an appetite for lunch now?” He asked as he got out of the cart and rushed to the passenger side to ensure she was in all the way along with her dress that rose above her knees when she sat down. Once settled in, she nodded and smoothed out her dress, patting her thighs softly to remain calm. Javier was back behind the wheel, but didn’t take off yet.

“So you did Javi. I certainly am hungry. Um, what are we having for lunch?” His hand covered her left one and squeezed, her patting stopped. Javier could tell that she was nervous, he didn’t want her to be. His cousin’s frightening one, not him, though they do not know each other and hopefully never will. The smile he had on his face waned a bit as he turned toward her.

“Abigail, are you sure you still want to have lunch with me? You do not need to feel pressured into doing so.” The woman’s head shook quickly and she placed her right hand over his hand that held hers.

“No, no! It’s not that I don’t want to have lunch with you. I’m just nervous. I tend to anticipate the worst, but I know you’ve shown me none of that. I’m learning to let go and relax. I find it difficult. Please, let’s eat lunch Javier.” Her face still showed some reservation to Javi, but he would see how lunch went at the very least, she appeared a little less anxious than when she first got in the cart. With a nod, he released her hand for a moment and started the golf cart, then held it again.

“Alright Abby, but please, if you feel uncomfortable at any point let me know. You are going to be my guest in my home so it is my job to make sure you are at ease. Yes?” His face was serious as he informed her of his expectation. The view of his home was even more impressive from the front given the long driveway and lush greenery. She wondered how many landscapers it might have taken.

“Yes, I’ll make sure to let you know, I-I think I should be okay now though. Sorry about that.” Abigail apologized again, she may not have needed to, but it was very clear that he was much kinder than even she initially thought and understanding. He added that she didn’t need to apologize for how she feels, that it’s alright.

“I must confess that I feel nervous as well. I’m going to have lunch with an enchantingly gorgeous woman this afternoon. My day has improved greatly.” Javier pulled to a stop near the bottom of the steps that lead to the front door of his home. The heat to Abigail’s face was not from the sun. What had he been nervous for? He’d be able to convince a leopard that they would look perfect with stripes. Should I be concerned with my lack of concern? Might have something to do with the fact that I can see nearly all his teeth in that pretty smile he has on his face. I might be staring…that’s rude, but I also feel like he knows how attractive he is.

“…And that makes him all the more alluring. Such a stunningly warm man.” Her thoughts spilled from her lips. Javi’s smile turned to a grin.

“Do you mean me Abby? You find me alluring? This makes me swell with joy and relief.” He stepped out of the cart and walked over to the passenger side where he extended his hand. “I suppose I did take to you rather quickly. It may have been the work of your polka dots and red bathing suit at first, talking with you is a delight.”

Keeping further thoughts on any swelling he mentioned, Abby placed her hand in his. “Yes you are Javi. I believe you know that though.” She chuckled, stepping out of the golf cart and walking up the stairs with him to meet two towering cherrywood doors that a butler opened. “I enjoyed seeing you in your speedo too and I like the burnt orange against your skin. You look amazing with and without clothes.” They stepped across the threshold and her grip tightened on his hand. That was way too suggestive, we haven’t even eaten yet. That’s not the impression I wanted to give him.

“You have quite a way with your words Abigail.” Javier added a playful rasp to her name and brought her hand closer so he could hold it with both hands. “I understand what you meant. Do not fret. Tranquilízate (calm down) Abby.”

Javier gave Abby a brief tour on the way to the dining room to which her head turned in every direction to marvel at the house itself, the artwork, the hardwood and marble. Arriving in the dining room, Javier pulled out the chair for her, which she was momentarily confused by but sat down. His seat was set on the far side of the long table, but Javi picked up his place setting and moved it to the chair next to Abby.

“It appears to be a bit silly to be all the way over there. This is much better, do you agree?” He took his napkin and placed it in his lap as she nodded giggling. This is good, Javier thought to himself, she almost looks as she did on the beach. Ella está tranquila (She is calm).

The chef and a maid brought out the meal and served the pair. Abigail complimented the chef and thanked both him and the maid before starting in on her chicken. She was actually hungry and if she chewed a bit slowly, she may not say anything else embarrassing to this nice handsome man. Just act like you’ve spoken to another person Abby. It’s not that hard. Small talk was made over the meal about the food, the beauty of the house and beach. Her throat cleared when Javier asked how long she would be in Spain. She hadn’t been expecting the question, but it wasn’t a strange one, especially since it seems like he wanted to get to know her. “We arrived this week, Sunday, so we’ll be here for the next rest of this week and two additional ones. It’s a miracle we were actually able to coordinate our schedules.” She explained, it sounded like a joke but it wasn't. The group, half thought they were imagining things when everyone had the same block of time available.

“So Javi, I take that to mean you’d like to have other lunches?” Setting her fork down after finishing her chicken and half her salad, she was curious.”With me?” She maybe didn’t mean to add that last question, that was out of her own shock. They hadn’t finished lunch yet.

Javier took a few sips of his water and used his napkin to wipe his mouth though Abby didn’t see anything on his lips. She had been keeping track, and trying to be subtle about it. Not that she was quite sure what that looked like. The man has these beautiful strands of chocolate-cinnamon swirls that match his facial hair along with his large nose that fits his face. Though, where else is it supposed to fit? Focusing on another part of Javier didn’t work so well either, his neck has a vein that kinda jumps out at times when he’s chewing and-

“I am unsure who else I would be having lunch with Abby.” The soft chuckle matched with a mischievous look in his eyes had her palms flat on the table near her plate. She was more aware this time so she didn’t move them. “I do have a question for you, it is of the utmost importance.” Javier clasped his hands together and set his chin upon them, pausing for dramatic effect. “Have you seen ‘Paddington 2’?” Blinking, she tilted her head to see if he was going to say he was kidding. The man across from her did not appear to be, he was waiting for her to answer.

“I have not. Is this a dealbreaker Javi?” Her mind is still trying to catch up. She knows of Paddington, she hasn’t seen either movie, her nieces had been into Monster High and the Bratz so she didn’t take them so see it.

“Not if you are open to watching it with me.” His eyes remained trained on Abby, curious to her answer.

“I haven’t seen either Paddington movie. Should we watch one today and another one another day?” She proposed, if he wanted to watch a movie or two, that was more than fine with her. She might even suggest a couple herself. She wasn’t prepared for Javier to pop up from the table and knock his chair back. He took both her hands into his and planted one kiss on the back of each.

“You would be willing to watch both of them with me?! My enjoyment of this day has increased tenfold! Vamos al cine! (Let’s go to the movie theater)!” Abigail was up on her feet and with Javier’s arm around waist before she realized her point of view had changed. He was guiding her out of the dining room as she looked up at his bright face.

“Espera (wait) Javi! ¿Qué pasa con la comida?! (What about the food?!)”

“I can tell them to bring whatever you like! Estoy muy contento porque voy a ver la película contigo (I’m excited to watch the movies with you)!”

Moving quickly down the hallway, all Abigail could do was mutter to herself with a soft smile that Javi missed in both his explanation of why he enjoys the movies, especially Paddington 2 and hurry to make it to his private theater.

“Eres un cielo (You are very cute) Javi. Estoy metido en un lío (I am in trouble).”

Part One Part Three

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[biggirllifestyle]

The Red Wedding.

Summary: Weddings are times for Celebrations, but this wedding takes the cake.

Pairings: Mafia!Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Violence lots of violence, and Peggy Carter.

A/N: It's been a while and I'm super excited to post this. This is based on a scene from a movie I watched today that just made my jaw drop super different but has the same premise.

When one is young there is always that time when you picture the perfect wedding, the perfection in every detail from the large venue with the gorgeous view to the smallest ribbon that would be used. Everything was methodical. Yet here you stood blood splattering your beautiful pearl white dress, hair in disarray, mascara smudged and running, and a loaded gun in your hand.

  Guests were frantically running around trying to find some sense of what the hell had just happened. From across the room, you watched your husband face you taking a step forward and then another until he was only a few feet away, you raised the gun pointing it at him, but not once did he flinch at your action.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the trigger.

-         3 Hours Earlier       -

The ceremony had been beautiful, Steve had gone all out on expenses never once asking anything from your parents. This had brought much joy to your father as he acted like the cat that ate the canary, every time he showed a hint of smugness you couldn’t help but roll your eyes sharing some meaningful glances with Steve.

In a sense yes, your father was earning a lot with your marriage to Steve, by having his business be administered by the biggest mafia boss in Brooklyn and if his price was to let him have his only child that was a sacrifice, he was willing to make. Well, not much of a sacrifice since you and Steve had been together for quite some time joined to the hip since he was a sickly kid until he rose in ranks and his abrupt puberty where he grew three times his size and could plummet anybody who looked at you funny into the ground.

With how long you both had been together it was almost inevitable for your engagement to be announced, everybody knew and everybody important was invited. With Steve and you deciding to keep the ceremony private (much to the chagrin of your father), with your parents, Bucky Steve’s best friend and righthand man, and Sam Steve’s other best friend present everything went smoothly just like you had always pictured.

The ride over to the venue was filled with heated kisses and touches that made you lose your breath; you could feel his smug smile as he kissed your neck. Everything was going as planned your entrance was greeted with big cheers and applauses, at some point you and Steve were separated he was being taken by Sam and Bucky to join the other boys while you took the liberty of greeting your other guest trying to make time before the real festivities began.

Half an hour later, after removing yourself from a painful conversation with your Tia where she went on and on about her newly installed backyard grill, you were able to meet with Steve again who looked a little disheveled but otherwise unharmed. He was grinning a stupid smile marking his face as he pulled you close, giving you small kisses and finally bringing you into a big hug, burying his nose into your hair.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me by tying yourself to me indefinitely.”

You huffed out a laugh hitting his chest at his remark, “Menso, I married you because I love you don’t be calling our marriage me tying myself to you.”

You gave him a small smirk, “I mean I can still get rid of you at any time.”

Steve let out a deep growl pulling you flush against him; you give a small yelp at his roughness trying to look around and see if anybody noticed, noting that most people were avoiding looking or walking toward your area. Steve jostled you again forcing your attention back to him, you knew Steve like the back of your hand and at that moment, you knew that if it would have just been the two of you Steve wouldn’t have hesitated to throw you over this table and fuck you into oblivion.

“Baby you really do know how to get me going, I can’t wait until we get home so I can fuck you into every surface that I can get you on.”

Bucky, who was the only person who was brave enough to come near you cleared his throat, he motioned behind him where several people had congregated to talk. Steve’s face turned stormy pulling away from you fixing himself to a proper state, he gave Bucky a nod who turned back towards the group, Steve looked pissed, and this worried you because you knew Steve and he would never let his emotions show especially in such an open venue where most of his competitors were present.

Whatever this was it was serious.

You grabbed his hand giving him a brief squeeze to let him know that it was okay, he gave a soft huff giving you a brief kiss before heading over to Bucky and the other men. You didn’t want anybody to see you worried, raising a glass to the DJ a soft cumbia started that got many people to join the dance floor keeping many busy and others distracted.

You watched Steve and the men as they talked in hurried hushed tones, you could see the tension building as one of the men who you knew was Tony who was from the Manhattan district showed something to Steve that made him madder. The music drowned out most people and they left you alone, just as you were beginning to relax you hear the tell-tale sign of your ringtone you knew you should have kept it silent, but you were waiting on a particularly important phone call from your firm for a recent case.

You grabbed your phone ‘UNKOWN NUMBER’ displayed across the screen, it confused you, so you let it ring not bothering to pick it up. The ringing stopped but soon after it started again, you knew you couldn’t ignore it any longer if they were going to keep insisting.

“Hello?”

“Finally, I get ahold of you!” A deep feminine voice answered through the line, “Congratulations on the wedding! You’re a lucky girl today.”

“Who is this? What do you want?” You looked around the room trying to see if you could spot anybody with a phone.

“Calm down kid, I just wanted to give you a little information on the man you just married,” The lady on the line laughed and you couldn’t help the annoyance that brought on you.

“Look lady I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

“Oh, sweetie I was just trying to make conversation, I just wanted you to know what your husband was doing or who he was doing just a few days a few days ago or specifically last Thursday.”

That stopped you cold, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Last week Steve had gone out early in the morning saying that he had an important meeting with a buyer, and he stayed out late almost coming home until early the next morning. You remembered since you had stayed up to wait for him and to finish working on some case files before you had to head out on your honeymoon.

“He worked me out all night until early morning, it was an amazing goodbye gift he gave me before he tied himself to you.”

At this point you were shacking both in anger and in sorrow at what could be the truth, you looked to where Steve was still preoccupied with his friends at that moment he looked up and caught your eye his face melted into something lovingly and you couldn’t help the choked sobbed that worked its way out your throat. You heard the lady on the line laugh at your sob and you knew that she was a sadistic bitch who was enjoying your pain.

“Quien chingados eres? You fucking bitch if you have the balls to call me on my wedding day and tell me all of this you should also have the balls to tell me your fucking name.”

She laughed again loving the fact that she was able to get you to this state, “You should ask him who Peggy Carter is and you’ll know in an instant that I’m not lying to you.”

The line went dead after and all you could focus on was the dial tone, you were fuming not just at this Peggy lady but at Steve for making you a fool. At this point you weren’t in control of yourself everything seemed so loud and too quiet as you made your way to Steve and the other men, pushing past them not caring who they were until Steve was the only thing you could see.

“Who the fuck is Peggy Carter?” Steve’s eyes widened at the name and all the other men in the group began to murmur amongst each other, but your focus was only on Steve who seemed to have lost all color.

“Baby how do you know that name?” His answer was enough to set you off as you punched his chest slapping the phone onto his chest, your only goal was to get answers from him and hurt him as much as you were hurting. Bucky tried to grab your arm, but Steve shook his head no and that just made you madder.

“Te la cogiste verdad hijo de puta? You fucked her a week before our fucking wedding, how could you?”

Steve was holding onto your arms trying to stop you from hitting him but also from hurting yourself, he pulled you forward until you were squished against his chest but that just felt like you were suffocating so you pushed him away.

“Answer me you fucking coward, did you fuck her?”

“No baby I would never do that to you, you know how much I love you.”

“Don’t lie to me Rogers or I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”

Just as Steve was about to answer a few gunshots ranged out across the room, Steve pushed you down until he was covering around you, and people began to run around as glass shattered and screams went around the room. Steve pushed you towards Bucky telling him to get you out of there as more shots were fired Bucky handed Steve a gun as he began to pull you towards the exit.

“Bucky let me go,” You screeched as you fought against him, he ignored you keeping himself close as he walked you towards the exit. From your position you couldn’t see much, just people running from every exit that they could find. Just as you were reaching the door you spotted a brown-haired woman walking towards where Steve was, seeming to ignore the chaos around and strolling towards your husband as if there was no care in the world. Her lips were painted a deep red matching her dress and something in you just knew.

This fucking bitch was Peggy Carter.

“Bucky you have to go to Steve, you have to tell him that Peggy is here.”

Bucky seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he watched Peggy making her way to where Steve was fighting some goon oblivious to her presence.

“I’ll be fine just go to Steve, give me a gun,” He whipped his head towards a conflicted look until he reached into his inner pocket and removed a gun for you.

“You better not make me regret this,” Were his last words until he was sprinting towards Steve dodging men as much as he could. You turned to the exit running towards the kitchen where you knew you could lose someone or find someplace to hide. Just as you reached the doors to outs you were yanked back by a strong force, slamming you onto the floor stealing your breath away.

You knew you only had seconds to react, you shot up a few rounds hoping something would hit. A grunt, and then a thump as the man fell over. There was blood and a lot of it, most of it had missed you but there was still a rogue spray that hit you. You got up shakily, you knew how to shoot a gun, but never had you killed someone like this.

Your insides felt loose and firm and you couldn’t help but throw up everything from that day until you were dry heaving. You must have taken too long because as soon as you steadied yourself somebody was already grabbing you. You tried to struggle against your grabber but stopped as you felt the barrel of the gun being pressed against your head.

“Don’t try anything sweetheart, now you and I are gonna take a little trip back into the reception” he started shoving you forward, “Can’t have you leaving your own party early now, can we?”

You grunted as he pushed you hard enough that your foot gave out a little, it wasn’t extreme, but it did cause you to start limping much to the annoyance of your captor. He pushed you towards the doors leading to the reception, Steve was bound to a chair Peggy was on his lap Bucky and Sam were surrounded by men keeping them from doing anything without getting killed. The moment the doors had slammed open everybody turned to you, Steve’s eyes seemed to widen as he looked at all the blood and your limping state, he began to fight against his restraints jostling Peggy out of his lap.

The gun being pressed to your temple stops him from doing anything else. Peggy huffs motioning for the man holding you to bring you forward. You didn’t have your gun anymore; Steve was incapacitated, and Bucky and Sam had every gun on them you knew that this looked like you had lost. The moment that you were close Peggy drew you into a hug, you recoiled trying to get away from her but a gun to your back stopped you.

“After our heart-to-heart through the phone, this is how you’re going to repay me?” Peggy pouted at you, and this made it clear she was crazy.

“Yeah, well I just saw it as some crazy bitch trying to ruin my perfect day, how would you see it?” That must have been the wrong thing as Peggy’s face became enraged, she swung her hand at you a sting running from your cheek where she struck you.

“Get the fuck away from her Peggy or I swear,” Steve yelled at her fighting to get himself off the chair, Peggy ignored him tooting in disagreement.

“Baby if you don’t stop trying to get out of that chair, I’ll start hurting your little bitch.” Steve seemed to be having a fight with himself trying to find a way to get out of this and get you to safety. Peggy walked towards Steve leaning down to whisper something in his ear that made him mad but made no move to fight.

“Now baby, how about you tell your wife about the wonderful time we had, how you told me how much you loved me and how the only reason why we couldn’t be together was that you were getting much more from the deal.”

Bucky, who was still on the ground, whipped his head towards you ready to say something but was stopped as the man behind him pressed the barrel into the back of his head stopping him.

“Just let her know baby, tell her what we did, and I promise you I’ll let her go.” Steve seemed to contemplate before dropping his head in defeat.

“It’s true, we were together last Thursday,” Steve made a face as if he was in pain, almost as if the words he was spitting out hurt, “I was having second thoughts about getting married, I didn’t know if you were the right person for me.”

Steve’s words hit you hard, all the pain and rage that was inside you was brewing and at this point, you were unsure if you were about to scream or throw up.

“Peggy she was there, and I took my chance to figure it out if you were what I wanted.” He lamely finished, his face twisted into a grimace but all you could see was Peggy’s stupid grin and that just made you angry. You slammed your heel into your captor and threw your head back until it collided with his face, and he released you with a yelp. Bucky and Sam seemed to have taken advantage of the distraction as they flew back against their own captors wrestling them into the ground. Steve slammed himself back smashing the chair into pieces to free himself. Your captor tackled you down, slamming your head into the floor obscenities flying at you before Steve practically ripped him off from you.

Peggy began to rush away but you took the chance from everybody’s distraction to go after her, you were unsteady, but she did not get far as you tackled her. She began to throw punches at you, one of them catching you in your cheek, the other splitting your lip, but you weren’t far off as you also landed your own blows.

“You fucking Perra, you ruined my wedding and I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Peggy reached around her trying to find a way to get you off her, her hands grazing the floor until she latched onto a shard of champagne glass from the earlier altercation. She lashed up cutting your arm and making you retreat as she tried to keep slashing at you. She rushed over trying to stab you screaming her head off at you as she did.

“He was mine; he was always mine and you fucking took him away you fucking bitch. He loves me not you.” She cried as she slashed your arms. You pushed her away as she stumbled back and fell just as she was going to get up, she was stopped by Bucky who had incapacitated everybody else.

Steve walked towards Bucky looking down at a struggling Peggy, “Take her somewhere else, we’ll deal with her later.”

You walked away, your leg was starting to hurt and the cuts from the glass were stinging, this wasn’t your fight anymore and you were done. People were rushing around, reinforcements from someone else, and at this point, you really didn’t care, you knew you would have to call your parents and check on them, you knew they had gotten out but still.

You reached down to collect a bottle of champagne that was still intact and an abandoned gun. You knew you still had one thing to deal with and you could finally head home and relax, but this would just have to be a priority. You turned back to the scene; your husband was still directing people trying to clear out as much as he could.

You watched your husband as he pointed at things around, he turned towards you, taking in your running mascara blood-covered dress, and messy hair, and all he felt was deep love at how strong you were in all this. He walked towards you trying to get as close as he could stopping short as he saw the gun in your hand, you raised it aiming at him but that didn’t scare him, the only thoughts that came into his mind were how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Steve didn’t move and felt the bullet graze his arm, but he didn’t care as the rage melted off you, and concern was all he saw. You rushed forward discarding the gun and bottle, you grabbed at his arm trying to see the damage you caused but instead met a firm chest as Steve held you close.

“Chingate Steve, dejame ver, let me see your arm you fucking asshole.” You pushed away from him as you removed his suit to look at his arm, he began to caress your face you ignored him as you ripped away at his shirt.

“This doesn’t change anything you know, I’m fucking pissed at you asshole,” You looked up at Steve who only showed love in his eyes, “You’re lucky I don’t file for an annulment.”

Steve felt the breath being squeezed out of him, just the idea of you not being with him scared him.

“Baby, I promise you with all that I have and to my last breath that I was never with her, I’ve only ever loved you and I promise you that everything she said was a lie.” Steve was outright begging at this point trying to make you believe him, and you knew Steve you’ve always known Steve.

“Of course, I know, don’t be a pendejo about this I know you, Steve, I did doubt you, but I know that disrespecting me and us like that is not in you.”

You looked away seeing Bucky pick up the gun you had used on Steve as he pocketed away, he caught your eye and nodded at you and Steve as if to ask if you were okay. You knew he wasn’t asking about your injuries, so you nodded at him, he inclined his head and turned to Sam slapping him in the back which made the other man yelp and punches him back.

“Steve yo te amo, and I know you, I’ve always known what type of man you are,” You pushed up, your foot complained against it, but you brushed your lips against his which made him melt at your touch, “I love you.”

Steve let the tension out, kissing you passionately as if he were trying to engrave your memory into his brain.

“I love you too.”

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the spare // chapter forty-four // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 5.2k

warnings for this chapter: dubcon-ish, bodily/cum fluids

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Forty-Four:

I’ve missed you.

We’re panting. The back of my head is pounding. His hips flex, pushing himself impossibly further inside my dripping, cum-soaked pussy. I squirm, my body feels heavy where it’s being held up by him. His face is buried in my neck.

“I didn’t go anywhere,” I breathe. I close my mouth and audibly swallow. In my ear, I hear him swallow, too, the sound dry.

Dread is starting to seep its way into my pores. My heart’s racing, but not from the post-orgasm haze.

Thomus slips out of me, letting my legs and dress drop. I stretch, my toes barely touching the ground. He tucks himself away and fixes his pants, then his hands are on my waist when he pulls his face away from my neck, the side of his face nestled against my temple. My eyes flutter open, but I don’t look at him.

Over his shoulder, I can see a handful of people standing around us. One of them had their dick out, hand swiftly moving over it. Kyle is among them, but I only graze over him. Especially once my focus lands on Fenrir Greyback. He’s close enough I can see his nostrils flaring, upper-lip curled, revealing his sharp row of fangs. When we make eye-contact, he takes an intimidating step closer.

Nervous, I squeeze Thomus’ shoulder before pushing at it. He doesn’t move. His breathing is deep and even in my ear.

Greyback tilts his head, his black eyes raking in my bare legs before staring at my face again. He shifts and the torch light on the castle wall highlights the tent in his pants.

My eyes jump to Kyle, the only other familiar face. He’s standing back, further away than the others. His face is serious as he watches, and I get the vibe he’s not here for the peep show. He’s… curious. Testing. He wants to know how I’m going to handle this.

My throat is tight, my breathing coming in even faster now as I take in our audience. I push at Thomus’ shoulder again, but he doesn’t budge, his hands holding onto me tighter. Fear and anxiety are taking the reigns right now.

Greyback takes another step closer. He’s silent, stealthy, and looking at me like I’m mouth-watering prey.

What the fuck can I even do? Why is Thomus ignoring me? Did he forget we aren’t alone?

Closer than the others, Greyback crouches and reaches a hand out. I catch a flash of long nails that are so yellow they look orange in this light. I feel the pads of his fingers, strangely hot and sticky, draw a line up from my calf to my thigh before fully placing his palm on the back of it. A low growl emits from the back of throat as he watches his hand on me. When he squeezes my thigh, I feel his nails pressing into my skin. My hands grip Thomus’ shoulders tight, desperately trying not to make any sudden movements.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy, you going to let us have a turn before the wolf sinks his teeth in her?” someone huffs, annoyed. “There’s not going to be much of her left, if that’s the case.”

I can’t hold it back anymore and my leg tries to jerks away from Greyback’s touch. He gives what I assume is his version of a smile, full of teeth as he growls louder, pleased by my fear.

Finally Thomus moves. His hands slip from my waist and he turns away, calmly shoving his wand under Greyback’s chin. His black focus shifts only briefly before settling back on me again.

“Hands off, Greyback,” Thomus orders.

The werewolf’s hungry eyes drag up my legs, tongue coming out to noisily lick his chops. His hand is so high up my thigh that I feel his nails along the curve of my ass. A cold breeze blows against this side of the castle and his face twitches upward, nostrils flaring again. He emits another low growl, “Her cunt smells delicious.”

Someone snickers. “Like pork?”

I can hardly be still as Greybacks hand continues its sly exploration. My thighs tremble and press together while my fingers grip onto a rough lip on the wall. Thomus’ tough expression doesn’t budge as he glares down at Greyback. My eyes jump up to Kyle, who’s got his arms crossed, casually leaning on a half wall that leads to a steep plunge down the rocky hillside.

“I will not warn you again,” Thomus growls, pressing his wand harder against his neck.

 Greyback finally turns his head. “I don’t fear you, Malfoy,” he snarls. Then he pauses and smirks. “I guess the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?” Thomus demands.

When no one answers, he says it again, louder and to the rest of the small crowd. Still, he’s only met with silence. His eyes meet my wide ones and in the brief few moments he looks at me, I see his face harden. Sharp, unforgiving lines of hatred and anger, all towards me.

An unexpected gasp rushes out when Greybacks other hand grabs my ankle, trying to pry my legs apart.

No words come out of Thomus’ mouth, but a fiery red light emerges, causing Greyback to go flying backward. Several yards down the wall, his back hits a jutting corner of the castle. Thomus turns his wand towards the rest of them, his back to me.

“Shows ov – “ Thomus gets cut off as he ducks, an orange light shooting mere a mere inches from my face. It hits a torch by the door, exploding the light upon impact. I close my eyes from the brightness and feel the flame’s heat.

I open my eyes to the sound of missed curses being flown towards Greyback. Thomus advances on him, silently focusing on keeping aim as Greyback swiftly dodges them. He shoots a spell out that Thomus manages to block before diving around the corner. Thomus bolts after him.

It’s surprisingly silent in their wake. I suppose I expected to hear more fighting echoing off the walls. But instead, when my eyes sweep back to the small crowd staring at me, there’s nothing. A dark haired man steps forward, his eyes bouncing from where Thomus disappeared to me, his breath coming in quick.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Felix,” says another, who’s worryingly wringing his hands as he stares at his friend. “Malfoy’s gonna come back.”

Felix pulls out his wand and magically undoes his belt before reaching into his pants. He points his wand towards the corner. “I’ll be ready for him when he does.”

A few of the men have start to leave. The man talking to Felix holds the door open. “Come on, mate, does it have to be her? They’re a dime a dozen in there,” he says.

Felix shakes his head, taking another few steps closer. “I’m bored, Tate,” he says, rolling back his head. “They’re all the same.” He comes closer, close enough that I can kick him.

I hold my skirt down with my fists as another breeze blows through. A shiver visibly runs through me as I cross my ankles.

Felix chuckles and winks. “I can warm ya up, love.”

Tate shuffles his feet. “Warm her up herself. I’m gettin’ a Carrow.”

“Suit yourself, they’re both pissed by now anyhow,” Felix calls as the door slams. He turns back to me. “You’re quite the novelty, aren’t you?” The arm leading to his pants starts moving, clearly touching himself. “Malfoy would be swimming in Galleons if he put you on the market.”

My eyes jump to Kyle again, but he’s just the same, calmly watching. Fuck.

Felix gets a little closer and without hesitating I swing my crossed legs up to kick him right between his legs. Unfortunately, because his hand was down there, he’s able to mostly block my attack. He curses and the hand in his pants is out, now grabbing my ankle. He lifts my legs and pushes, bending them at the knee. I try desperately to yank the dress down, but I can’t reach far enough.

Felix whistles with a satisfied grin. “Look boys, she don’t got no knickers!”

He gets closer and I try to get the flat of my feet against his chest. With the wall, it’d be easy to push him away, but he’s smartly tucked my ankles beneath the arm holding his wand out for Thomus. With his free hand, he starts to feel around for my core. I thrash my legs and ball my right fist, hoping I’ll be able to get some power into a swing without being able to move much.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I grind out, my throat scratchy.

The man snorts. “Like that’s going to work, love – ow!” He grabs my hand that had just hit him and throws it against the wall. “Oi, can I get some help here?”

His wand goes flying from his hand and I look over, hoping it’s Thomus. That corner is empty still and I’m startled when hands clomp down on Felix’s ears, making him yelp.

“You heard the lady,” Kyle says.

Felix drops me and turns around. My eyes widen when I see the other men who’d been watching have been stunned.

Felix sees this, too, and shakes his head. “Fucking Americans,” he mutters. He buckles his belt and bends to retrieve his wand on the ground on the way to the door. “Think you have a right to everything. Just as bad as the Malfoys.”

Kyle doesn’t lower his wand until the door slams shut again.

“Why didn’t you help me sooner?” I whisper loudly. The breeze attacks again, forcing me to keep my hands on my dress once more.

He shrugs. “Just wanted to see what would happen.”

I jaw drops in anger. “What would have happened?!” I hiss. “I would have been raped.”

“But you weren’t,” he dismisses. He steps closer to me, closer than the others had gotten. I put a hand against his chest to stop him, but he just covers it with one of his own and ignores my attempts. “Honestly, I really wanted to see you use your magic. I’m curious to see what it looks like without a wand.”

I glare at him. “He gave me the suppression potion this afternoon! And even if I did have it, there’s no way I’d been able to use it here without getting caught.”

“I thought you said you had a way around the potion?” he asks, his tone a little demeaning.

“Right now it takes a minimum of four days for its affects to wear off or for me to overpower it. There’s no way I can do it in a day.”

His hand comes up to palm my cheek and just holds it there. I’m assuming this is for show, just like last time. My chest and heart are speeding away in dread. He considers me for a moment, then looks up and back to me.

“I guess we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?” he says. “How often does he give it to you?”

“Uh, about once a week if he’s around, but if he catches me with it, it’s right then and there.”

“Do you think you’re becoming immune to it or is it just wearing off?”

I sigh, my head falling back to the wall. My eyes nervously bounce to the empty corner again. I can feel myself start to ramble in my nervousness. “A bit of both? I don’t know. Days really blur together sometimes. The last couple times I’d really counted it had taken 5 days to come back and then it was 4. But even then, I’d had to concentrate and really try to get it back.”

“How do you try?” he asks quickly.

“Um, trying to use familiar spells?” I sound silly when talking about this out loud. “M – my emotions – they can fuel it if it’s strong enough. It’s a similar vein of concentration I’ve always had to do to use wandless magic.”

“Are you feeling something now?” he pushes. “Anything Professor Higgins used to say to get you in the right headspace?”

I blink and shake my head. “No, I – I, um, I’m too anxious right now. And how do you know –“

“We all went to Ilvermorny, Alder,” Kyle tuts. “You know he’s the only professor even capable of training anyone for that.”

I take a deep breath and huff out a small smile. “It’s his never-ending patience.”

He chuckles. “Did he still force his students to use that fake wand with them as a bathroom pass?”

“The one that starts to scream when you’re gone longer than 15 minutes?” I smile fully now. “Yes. One time someone –“

“Goldman!” Thomus barks, suddenly appearing around the corner. His wand is still drawn and looks furious as he approaches. Kyle drops my hand and takes a step back. “I thought you were an ally, Goldman. Or did you come three thousand miles just for some American cunt?” Thomus stops right in between me and Kyle, his back to me. “Or are you just desperate for some sloppy seconds?”

Kyle simply smirks, undeterred by Thomus’ words. “From what I hear you love sloppy seconds, Malfoy. Especially Lestrange’s.”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops, quickly mouthing, What’re you doing?

Thomus takes an angry step forward, but I clamp my hands on his shoulders, yanking him backwards. He steps back with my direction and doesn’t shake off my hold.

“That’s none of your business,” Thomus snaps.

Kyle’s smile vanishes, replaced by a stern gaze. “It is when you keep putting her in danger. She’s far more valuable to the Dark Lord than anyone you could ever track down.”

I’m only confused by what Kyle says. Thomus seems taken aback as well because he doesn’t respond, only shifts his weight.

“This plan with my property has been brewing for a while, has it?” Thomus sneers. “Was I going to be informed you were presenting her to the Dark Lord or was it meant to be a surprise?”

Kyle’s gaze slides to mine. “She’s not ready yet.”

“No,” Thomus says, “and do not expect her to ever be.”

I stare at the back of Thomus’ head. If only he knew what we were really talking about.

The side door opens and a stocky woman stumbles out. She takes in the scene and points her wand at us. Kyle quickly backs away, his empty hands up.

“Get off my property, Malfoy,” the woman says. She sounds drunk, but is really trying her best to be menacing. “I don’t want to see you ‘round here for a month!”

Kyle slips past her as she speaks.

“It’s not your property, Carrow,” Thomus grumbles as he turns and finally unsticks me. “It’s property of the Dark Lord.”

“My brother and I are keepers of this castle, so it’s as good as!” she spits angrily. Thomus grabs my arm and makes for the door. She holds her wand in our way. “No Floo. You can hike down the hill to the Apparition spot for makin’ me clean up your mess.”

The door slams shut and she bustles behind us, making her way to the stunned men. Thomus swings his cloak from his shoulders and places it around mine, securing the clasp at the neck himself. He pulls the hood up over my head as I grab the edges of the cloak, pulling it closed in front of me.

I glance at his face once only to see anger still stiff in his jaw and on his brow. Gone is the man who whispered ‘I miss you’ in my ear.

~*~

The trip down the hill is silent. I’m not trying to hide my huffing and puffing like when we go up. Not that I really have much to say, anyways. I’m clutching the inside of his cloak like I’m hanging on for dear life. At the top of the hill we’d heard werewolf howls and their threatening echo is not lost on me. My mind is still processing everything that happened, but I know who to be afraid of.

We get to the Apparition point under the bright white streetlight. I have my left arm out from under the cloak before he can ask for it.

The moment we land in front of the cottage, he doesn’t let go of my hand and leads me to the front door. He doesn’t bother to kick off his boots or allow me to take the cloak off, just marches up the stairs. I’m fully resigned to being locked in my room when he surprises me by veering right towards his.

Thomus pulls me in and closes the door behind me. He pulls me toward the bed and finally lets go of my arm. He clicks on the lamp at his bedside. I pull at the cloak even tighter than before when I see him shrug off his jacket and toss it on the bed, his tie next. He comes around to the foot of the bed and sits, unlacing his shoes.

“Take it off,” he says, not looking at me. When I don’t answer, he continues. “The cloak. Take it off.”

Trembling fingers release their hold on the fabric and come out to undo the clasp. Of course he wants his cloak back. I step over to his wardrobe, slipping it off my shoulders, and mourn the loss of his scent as I hang it on a hook.

“Come here,” he says. I hesitate for a second too long before he reaches across the small space to grab my hand and pull me towards him. He puts me between his legs, my back to him, knees pressing into my thighs. He’s fiddling with something on the back of my dress and it’s not until he pulls the zipper down that I gasp and shove myself out of his hold.

My arms across my chest are the only things holding the dress’ bodice up. He shoots to his feet, following me with his hands on my waist. I face him and his hand finds my cheek before he presses his mouth to mine.

It’s soft, but demanding in its own way. It tries to coax and ease the present surprise and tension within me. It’s nice, but doesn’t really work. I go along, trying to pretend like my mind isn’t going a million miles an hour.

His hands glide up my arms where my sleeves have fallen off my shoulders and he pushes them down further. Holding my upper arms, he turns us and walks me backward until the back of my legs hit his bed. I pull my mouth away from his, trying to conjure up the right words to say. They’re momentarily lost on my tongue as his lips trail down my neck, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses.

Thomus tugs on my arms, trying to loosen their hold, but I don’t budge. His mouth meets mine again as his arms go around me, fingers deftly unclasping my bra. It’s just something else for me to cling to, even as he tugs on it. He grabs the straps still on my shoulders and pulls them down and lifts. His attempt to get me to release my hold doesn’t work. My arms cradle them, holding them in the cups.

“Come on, darling, let me see you,” he whispers against my lips. My chest shudders with my uneven breaths and I shake my head. Confusion rattles around inside. Shouldn’t his post-nut clarity have kicked in by now? His moment of madness should be long gone.

Lost in my head, I don’t notice his hands have traveled down to my thighs, to grasp the hem of the dress. Next thing I know, he’s pulling the dress up over my head and pushing me back onto the bed. I sit heavily, stunned and wide-eyed. Now the only thing between me and nakedness were my flats and this dress that I’m clinging to.

As if reading my mind, he kneels, grasping my ankles to pull off my shoes. My knees were pressed firmly together, but this movement pushes them apart. He takes advantage of that and crawls between them.

Thomus kisses me again. It’s deliberate. Coaxing still. It’s trying to be sweet. Maybe it is. Maybe I’m just broken tonight.

His hands are on my hips, fingers digging into the bare flesh before moving down my thighs. He pushes at the inside of them, spreading them wider. His tongue sweeps over my bottom lip before delving inside my mouth and this time the familiar sparks start to build inside me. The sparks that have me kissing him back with similar, but dimmed want.

It’s only dimmed because of how terrified I am.

His fingers send tingles to my core as he nears it. I gasp when he touches it directly, tracing my outer lips before pushing a finger in at the top. There’s no lubrication on my clit right now, so his touch is over stimulating and I shift my hips, trying to ease it. His finger drops, sliding down my slit to my core where wetness remains from earlier. He pulls the wetness back up, pressing in more firmly on my clit as he rubs. He rubs it until my hips start moving with him.

He breaks the kiss and pushes hard on my shoulder, I fall back onto the bed with a gasp. I lift my head enough to see him staring between my legs. I try to pull my knees together, but he shoulders between them. My last attempt to shield myself from his gaze is letting the dress fall over it. He merely chuckles and lifts it away.

Then I whimper and try shifting away, but he’s much faster than I am. He puts his a palm flat on my thigh, pushing at it, and his mouth descends. I feel his tongue prod between my lips and I gasp. It pushes into my hole as far as he can reach, swirling. It retreats only to come back again, lapping up the mixed evidence of… us. I keep my eyes shut tight, trying to lose myself in the pleasure.

His tongue finds my clit and his lips latch around it, suckling while his tongue runs slow, hard circles over it. It makes my breath catch and I let out a moan. I’m wet all over again by the time two of his fingers slip inside me and curl up, pressing against my g-spot. My hips move, finding further pleasure grinding against his face. When I feel my orgasm about to hit, his mouth pulls away so he can gasp for air before diving back in.

That brings me back to reality. In order to have his mouth on me like that, he has to press his nose into my public mound. It’s because of the way my body is shaped that he has to struggle for air just to eat me out and the guilt flashes through my chest. My orgasm is lost and I try to control my shuddering breaths, tears flooding my eyes. My hands, still covered in the sleeves, come up to hide my ugly crying face.

Thomus tries to continue, but notices the change. He pulls away and stands, soon I hear his clothing fall to the floor. I close my knees and turn my hips so my legs lay curled on the bed. While keeping my torso covered, I turn my face to the side, still hiding it.

He puts a knee up on the bed, leaning over me. He tugs at my sleeves and I quickly try to steel my expression as it’s revealed to him.

“Merlin, why are you crying?” he asks. He sounds genuine, like he doesn’t know.

I shake my head. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I breathe. Talking about it would mean being vulnerable with him. It would mean talking about my insecurities. Being more open than I already am with barely a scrap of clothing between us.

“Alright, don’t talk,” Thomus murmurs. He buries his face in my exposed neck. “I don’t want to talk either.”

His hand comes to the side of my face, turning it so he can kiss me again. His fingers feel the wetness of my tears and his lips follow it, lapping up the salt until it’s gone. Then his kisses trail down my neck and shoulders, gently pulling at the dress. I feel my pulse in my ears and my chest still heaves, especially when I give in and let go. He pulls the dress and my bra away until every roll, every dip and curve of my body is exposed to him.

I want to believe that this is real. That this is the Thomus who won’t hurt me once this is over. The Thomus I thought he was before he suddenly wasn’t. I hope this is the one who said he missed me.

Everywhere his hands go, his lips follow. Cupping my breasts and cradling my stomach like he had earlier tonight. He shows my curves gentleness and wordless praise that I don’t think I deserve.

Okay, I know on some level that I deserve to have a partner who loves my body the way it is, but this isn’t love. I shouldn’t pretend it is, no matter how much I want to. No matter how much it might fool me into believing it. Any moment he could change his mind, come to his senses, and throw my vulnerabilities right back in my face.

He’s moved down off the bed, standing between my legs. I have a fist curled on my waist and the other gripping the comforter. He tugs on my hips until I’m positioned on the edge. He leans over, tip prodding at my entrance. His hands rub down my arms to my hands, pressing at my knuckles to ease the tension in them. Slowly I release them, and let him put my hands on his shoulders. His tip slips out as he bends further to kiss me.

“Do you really not want this?” he whispers. I can hear the uncertainty in his voice.

My hands slide up from his shoulders to his face, his jaw, his hair. He plays pretend really well.

“I’m just scared,” I breathe against him. Cheek against mine, he nods.

I get my heels on the edge of the bed and push my hips up, grinding my core against him. After his lingering touches, I’m ready for more.

He pushes himself back, his breath coming in quick, and realigns himself. He slips his cock inside with a single thrust and both of us jolt and moan at the sensation. I didn’t realize I’d be sore from earlier, from being stretched out like that, but soon he finds a steady rhythm and the pain fades away.

He’s already found the perfect angle for my clit to rub against him. It has me whimpering while I try to refrain from babbling nonsense into the space between us. I have one heel on the bed and my hand flat on the bed underneath my hip, pushing my pelvis up to meet his thrusts. As I get closer to my orgasm, my body starts to writhe under him. My other hand is running laps between his jaw and shoulders, even going down to his chest, brushing the light smatter of chest hair between his pecks.

I feel him shudder above me, his thrusts becoming more erratic. His body strains under the effort to keep from giving in.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moan when I can’t take it anymore. My hand had been on his cheek and his mouth quickly captures my thumb. He sucks on it and fucks me harder. He moans around my finger when he feels my cunt start to spasm around him.

The moment my body sags once the tension drains from me, is the moment he’s pulling back, standing up right. He pulls his cock from me, groaning as hot wet splatters land all over my chest and stomach, the final drips on my pubic mound. I stay there for a moment, waiting until our fast breaths subside.

My eyes are still closed, and I wait for the post-nut clarity to sink in, to take over and make him realize what he’s done. Blindly I reach out for the dress, wanting to hide and clean myself off.

“No, not yet,” he murmurs. I feel him still standing between my legs, so I peek up at him, my hand stilling.

He’s staring down at me, at my body. The one that’s covered in him. His expression is relaxed, mouth parted, eyebrows pushed up together like he’s about to cry. That doesn’t make any sense. I push myself up onto an elbow, reaching out for him.

Thomus ignores my hand, his own reaching down to my chest. He places his palm and fingers flat against it, and slowly starts moving it around. It’s only until his other one joins him, that I realize what he’s doing. He’s rubbing himself into my skin, massaging it in like it’s lotion.

His lips move, murmuring low something I’m too far away to hear. He repeats it, whatever it is, over and over again.

His eyes follow his hands as they work over my body once more. They pay particular attention to the scar on my side from Bellatrix’s knife and the scar over my abdomen from the IUD.

Our eyes meet and he seems to remember himself a bit. It causes my chest to twist with worry and I bite my lip to keep it from curling.

He doesn’t do anything to justify this reaction, though. My eyes widen when he takes my hand a places it against my cunt, pushing at my fingers. I don’t understand what he wants until my fingers are soaked and he brings them to his muscled abdomen, the closest place I can reach, and starts rubbing my wet fingers against his skin. When they’re dry, he repeats the process, tugging at my arm until I push myself up. He wipes my hand over his chest, smearing my arousal as far it could go.

He has me do this until the well has run dry so to speak. He tries to encourage me to withdraw more from inside, but I quickly shut that down, simply pulling my hand away and saying “sore”.

He cups my face in his hands, turning it up to kiss me.

I’d avoided his gaze during this. I didn’t want to see his expression as he looked at me, at my body. Terrified that he’d somehow turn this into a cruel joke.

When he pulls back and my eyes flutter open to meet his, he has that same expression on his face from earlier, but the word that comes to mind to describe it can’t be true. I have to be seeing things, I have to be crazy.

He’s looking at me with reverence.

[sergle]

felt like styling a couple of girls with my skirt!! i had fun doing these ones

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More To Love

Daemon Targaryen x Plus-size Wife

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Smut! Minors do not engage! NSFW

Summary: His wife y/n Stark is beginning to feel insecure as she continues to gain wait with each child she bares him. He is the only one who can comfort his sobbing wife when they are forced to return to Kings Landing for a name day celebration for the princess.

Authors note: I suck at summaries. I wish I could just put “Daemon fucks the sad away. Like the good husband he is.” From one big girl to the next I hope you all enjoy this <3

Warnings: smutty smut smut, oral female receiving, p in v, Self degradation, Minor spelling and grammar errors. Semi edited

Word count: 2,280

Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, wielder of dark sister, rider of Caraxes, father to Baelon II, Aenar, Naerys, Aelor, Rhaena and Elaena. Husband to Y/n Stark. He married you when his brother ascended the throne, while it was no secret your family, house Stark, supported Rhaenys is claim to the throne. Your father had you marry Daemon to hopefully stop any retribution from there vote against Viserys. While your marriage was one of political duty it didn’t stop you from loving him nor he loving you. You left the north to join him in Kings landing, where you were to wed. You were just as wild as him, nothing was ever gonna stop him from falling in love with you. You had the distinct Stark characteristics of long brown hair and grey eyes. He could stare into your eyes for the rest of his life 8 years of marriage and already the two of you had 6 children and possibly another on the way. The two of you had decided it would be better to raise your children at Dragonstone without the input of others after having your first two, as well as the murmurs and rumors. You received much judgement for choosing to nurse your children rather than a wet nurse do it. It also didn’t help that you allowed your children to share the bed with you Daemon. People of the court were constantly murmuring about your family and they way you and Daemon are raising your children. They thought it repulsive that your children sleep in marital bed. It’s not as if you perform marital acts with your children present, they were far from any of that when it occurred. Then you became pregnant with Naerys, once you began to show the murmuring became worse. “How could they let there children sleep in such filth, now this child will have to sleep in it to.” “And the king allows this to happen in his castle.” “Have you heard, the dress makers had to make her new gowns again.” “How could the prince lay with someone so large.” “I suppose he has no problem lying with someone of her size when he lay with whores.” “I would not be surprised should he return to the pleasure houses, one could only lay with cattle for so long.”

Once you told Daemon what you had heard the two of you were gone to Dragonstone taking all your belongings and staff and you left. You and Daemon made sure the lust for one another would never die as you two continued to grow your family. Taking you on caraxes to Essos, leaving your children in the care of their maids. Or simply slipping into other bed chambers of the castle (empty ones, you two weren’t one to fuck on other people’s beds), or the beaches of Dragonstone to spend alone time together.

The king called for a feast to celebrate Rheanyra’s 13th name day. Daemon decided to leave for Kings Landing on Caraxes to ensure your rooms were prepared in time for your arrival with the children. Naerys is the oldest of your girls and most stubborn, like her father, refused to go on the ship with you and her siblings. Both you and Dameon felt it wasn’t a good idea for a child of only 5 years to fly on her own on via dragon back. Ultimately you and Daemon decided to allow her to fly with him on Caraxes. You knew your husband would protect your daughter with his entire life. He strapped her to him to ensure if she fell asleep she was still safe with him. He made sure to help you and the children on to the ship and to see you all off before leaving himself with Naerys. Your children loved seeing there father leave on Caraxes, they flew a bit to close to the ship causing it to rock knocking your boys to the floor, they laid there for a moment causing you to laugh as well as you held on to the knight your husband had assigned to you for the trip, Ser Ander.

Once arrived at the Kings Landing port you were met with your husband and daughter. Your daughter ran into your arms and told you how amazing flying on Caraxes was. Your boys told their father how much they enjoyed Caraxes rocking the ship and how they can’t wait for there dragons to be able to rock ships. You all left in a carriage to the Red Keep, and once arrived you were greated by Viserys, Aemma and Rhaenyra.

“Y/n, we are so glad you and the children have arrived safely.” Greated Viserys with a smile as he hugged you.

“Thank you your grace, we thank you for your invitation.”

“Please Y/n, you are my good sister, call me Viserys.”

“I will try my best, Viserys.”

“Aemma, how are you?”

“I’m quite lovely. Your self?” She asked as she rubbed her bump, you hadn’t known she was with child again.

“Lovely as well. Rhaenyra, how have you been as of late? Are you excited for the celebration?”

“I am, thank you.”

The exchange between Rhaenyra, Aemma and you felt strange in whole. You feel them judge you from their looks. You had put on a considerable amount of weight from the last time you were in kings landing and you could tell they judged you for it. While Aemma had been with child just as many times as you, you had the weight gain to show for it as she did not.

“Come let me show you to our rooms.” Daemon must have felt your unease as he thankfully interrupts the awkward exchange. The twins were to sleep with you and Daemon and the boys and Naerys in the chambers next yours and Dameon’s. Once alone you began to speak freely to Daemon.

“She’s with child once more? Poor Aemma, I pray that this babe is healthy.”

“Yes it’s quite tragic. I remember the two of you always being with child around the same time.”

“Yes, and that’s why it saddens me because we have 5 beautiful children they have one.”

“I know my dear-“ Daemon was interrupted by your children running in. Your youngest boy running behind being only 3 years of age.

“Kepa! Look they have it here! Aenar show him!” With that your second son hands his father his favorite Valyrian dragon book. All your children loved when Daemon would read to them.

“Yes there are plenty of books, perhaps we can go to the library on the morrow.”

“Yes!” Your children were so excited. They loved their father so much and it helped that he was a good one at that. Always reading to them, taking them to tend to there dragons and teaching them how to wield a sword (wooden sword).

The day had turned to night and you were nursing both twins when your husband had entered the room after seeing your other children to bed. “They are all asleep.”

“Oh good, thank you my love.” You thanked your husband and he walked over and kissed your forehead before sitting in the chair across from where you sat on the bed. He watched as you nursed his children and something began to stir inside him. Once done he took one babe and you the other and placed them in the children’s bed the maids had put in the room for the twins to sleep with you and Daemon. You had both drifted off the sleep, your head on Daemons chest and his arm around your shoulders holding you to him.

You woke the next morning feeling bloated and nauseous. The fact that none of your clothes were fitting quite right didn’t help either. You had not bled for two moon cycles now. A part of you suspected you were with child once more but you wanted to believe it wasn’t true. Daemon had entered the room after taking the boys and Naerys to the training yard, finding you sat on the floor crying.

“What has happened ñuhon dōna ābrazȳrys?”

(My sweet wife)

“Daemon.” You choked out in between sobs. He went to the floor with you holding you into his chest. “I’m with child. Again.”

“This is amazing!” Daemon said kissing your forehead.

“Tis not. I’m going to get wider, my skin will have more marks.”

“Yes but you always get smaller again. And I have scars on my body do you not love me?”

“Of course I love you, but your scars are from battle, mine are from the stretching of my skin.”

“Your skin that covers your body. Your body that grows our babes. Our children.”

“Daemon admit it. I do not get smaller, with each babe I birth I do not shrink back down in size. I will never be the size I was when we wed.”

“That is perfect for me. 6 children you have given me, soon 8-“

“There are no more twins growing in my womb.”

“We will see.” He says with a smirk. “I do not care for your size. Just means there is more to love. You are my wife, my wolf, my life and I love you. I love the marks on your skin, it’s proof that you birth my heirs, my children.”

“My marks can be hidden with gowns Daemon. With each child I birth I go up in size. I have birthed 6 children, soon to be 7 and I’m already in need of larger garments. I am huge, I’m ugly.” You sat on the floor crying into your husband’s chest when he speaks up. “I will not have you talking about my wife like this.” He picks you up with ease from the floor and toss you on to the bed. “Daemon!” You shout his name. “No, this is my wife you are discussing. Mother to my children. I will not have you slander her so.” He rips your night shift off you and you lay there bare before him. He is now on top of you and you begin to cover your growing breast when he grabs your wrist and pins them above your head, he holds them there with one hand. He kisses the palms of your hands,” these hands care for our children, they care for me, massaging parts of my aching muscles.” Kissing down both your arms. “These arms hold and comfort our children. They wrap around me at night with love, and sometimes pleasure.” He then takes one of your breast in his mouth, flicks the bud of your breast with his tongue while his free hand massages the other, he then repeats the same releasing you from his mouth to say,” these breast that kept and continue to keep our babes fed, these breast that I worship so, I thank the gods every time they grow larger.” He covers your growing abdomen in kisses,” this, this is where our babes grow, you keep them safe inside you. Our proof of the love we have for each other, proof of my love for you in the children we create.” He lowers his head between your legs and flicks your pearl with his tongue. He licks a big stripe up your core as he stays between your legs for quite sometime your a moaning mess when he releases you,” this cunt that squeezes my cock tight, that births our children,” he kisses down your legs, his hands now gripping your thighs, “these I love to hold apart while I have you screaming with pleasure while I devour you, to prevent you from squeezing my head with them. Your legs though that run to our children at the first cry. I love every part of you, small or big, you are my wife and I will worship every part of you.” With that he brings his mouth back to your pearl and uses his fingers to thrust in and out of you, his free hand massaging your breast. “Daemon please.”

“Please what my sweet wife.”

“Your cock, please.”

“As you wish ābrazȳrys.” With in second Daemons fingers were replaced with his thick, hard member thrusting into you at a pace that had you seeing stars, you moaned in pleasure as he fucked into you. “Keep moaning my sweet girl, let the whole castle know your husband makes you feel this good. Let them know how I worship you so.”

“Yes, Yes! Daemon.” You screamed and moaned for him, giving yourself away to the pleasure your husband gave you.

“Yes my dear, release your self on my cock, my good girl.” With that you were a moaning screaming mess as you reached your release, your nails clawed at his back, as you wiggled under him in pleasure, he fucked you through your release eventually reaching his own from feeling your cunt flutter around his cock. He growled into your shoulder as his seed filled you. He pulled out of you after a moment and layed next to you pulling you into him. His hand grabbing your ass and striking his palm to it,”I almost forget, this,” he grabbed,”this I absolutely love, I love to feel my stones smack against it as I fuck your sweet cunt. Or when I take you from behind I get to watch it shake as I pound into you.”

“Daemon!”

“What! It’s true! I love every part of you y/n. You are my wife, no matter your size i will worship you till I draw my last breath.

“I love you too.” You kiss his chest and he speaks once more. “Truly I thank the gods everyday for your growing tits and ass. I suppose it’s true what they say, you don’t know that something is missing from your life until you have it.”

“I assume in this case it’s tits and ass?”

“Not just any, your tits and ass my sweet wife.”

[drewharrisonwriter]

Donor (Series Masterlist)

Status: Complete!

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC

Summary: You ask (beg) your best friend, Henry to donate--sperm.

A/N: Individual warnings will be written for each chapter.

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Part 1 Part 1.5: Not Dad Enough

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Drabbles:

They finally tell Hank's family

Feather Toy Fights - A glimpse of how Kal and the cats getting along

IG Official - You and Hank make your relationship IG official

Dirty Dancing - You found Hank's dancer doppleganger

Superman - Your kids find out that their father played Superman.

[ash5monster01]

Not Just The Books

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, no use of Y/N, smut, nudity, language, fluff, friends to lovers, minors DNI.

Summary: Steve catches you reading a smutty book and before the embarrassment can settle in you realize he is more interested in doing the stuff in the book with you.

word count: 3.5k

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It was not uncommon for you and Steve to be able to sit in silence comfortably. Sometimes having the presence of a friend while you did different things was so much better than being alone. So you both sat comfortably in his living room, you in the easy chair, lamp on to illuminate your book, and him in the center of the couch, slumped down, as he watched whatever was on TV. The sound didn’t bother you as you read, you normally were in another world, not noticing the things around you. So even though Steve had the TV blaring with the hearing of a Grandpa, you didn’t even mind, the TV could explode and you wouldn’t notice. Thing was Steve always noticed you, even if his favorite movie was on TV.

So when he spotted you uncrossing your legs it peaked his interest. You still hadn’t torn your eyes from the book to see he had noticed your movement. Steve had almost turned away until he saw you had pressed your legs together, your teeth capturing your bottom lip. His heart accelerated slightly because he knew that kind of movement. He had caused many of girls that kind of movement, so when you started to shift in your seat, your breaths coming out in smaller pants he realized there was something more to the book you had tightly gripped in your hands. You still didn’t even flinch as Steve stood and walked over to you, in fact you couldn’t even tear your eyes from the page as he quite literally did it for you.

“Steve!” you screeched and he quickly noticed how dilated your eyes were, how fast your chest rose with each breath. You looked like a woman starved.

“Since when do books make you act like that” Steve teased, eyebrows raised highly and you felt the embarrassment burn through you.

“Please give me my book back” you begged, hand out, waiting for him to hand it over.

“You know, normally I would” and the panic started to set in as he turned the book towards himself. Steve never attempted to read your books. Why now?

“Please Steve!” you we’re quick, lunging towards him, but he was quicker. Your voice was rough, all worked up, and no one had even touched you.

“It’s always Steve you need to read more, when was the last time you opened a book, and now you don’t want me too?” he knew he was getting under your skin and you just prayed he woundn't read the page you were on. If there was some higher power out there they would keep him from reading that page right now.

“Just not that book, I was enjoying it” even Steve could hear how uncomfortable you sounded as you said it. It was as if you were trying to get him to cough it up without knowing what was so interesting about it.

“Well, I want to see what’s so good” and just like that his eyes dipped down and you launched for him. Yet Steve escaped your grasp, running across the room, and leaping onto the couch where he stood. Book now face open and you got to watch him read it in real time, like he was on a stage.

Claire panted out heavy breaths, skin on fire everywhere he left a wet love bite and blew on it. She tried to steady her breathing but as his wet kisses trailed down her stomach, finishing on the waist band of her shorts, she couldn’t quite seem to stop the breaths that came out.

Slowly his fingers curled into her waistband and she lifted her hips to make it easier, a silent conformation that what he was doing was okay. As the cool air of the bedroom hit her dripping core she couldn’t help but whimper over the thought of him burying himself between her folds.

“So perfect” he spoke, his tongue darting out to take a small taste. “And sweet”

Then just like that he was devouring her completely. So fast her back arched without her knowledge, pressing into him as he deliciously lapped up everything he could. Eating her out better than anyone ever had, and as his nose nudged against her clit she couldn’t help but begin to feel the coil tighten in her stomach. He had barely done anything and she was already ready to cum.

“Holy shit” Steve muttered, dropping his arms that held the book as he looked down at you from the couch. Very much unable to meet his eyes as he realized exactly what you were reading.

“Can I have my book back now?” you nervously asked, arm rubbing up and down your other one. Steve jumped back down to the ground. Trying to regain your gaze.

“Want to explain this to me?” he asked, holding it over and you quickly snatched it back.

“Not particularly” you now hyper aware of exactly how alone the two of you were right now.

“You like to read dirty books” he chuckled like a little kid and finally you dared to glance up at him only to see a smug look on his face, like he obtained information he was going to hold over your head for years to come.

“Most girls do Steve” you hissed attempting to hit him with the book but he quickly stopped you, his head coming to a shake.

“Whatever you say, it just looked like you were really enjoying it. I’d never seen you so…” he paused, trying to think of a word, and your heart accelerated. Thumping quickly against your ribs and you prayed he couldn’t hear it. “Worked up”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he said it and the air around you turned heavy. This had gone from embarrassing to mortifying because not only did you get caught reading about sex but you got caught for it turning you on. Steve had noticed you were turned on and now you wished he didn’t notice you even existed. “Can we not talk about this, I was acting like I always do”

“That’s a lie, you wouldn’t move while reading even if a tornado came through here but you couldn’t even sit still. You were needy and I know it because I’ve seen it a hundred times” now you were red as a fire truck and Steve was enjoying this way too much. Yet he was also getting turned on which he shouldn’t have because it’s you. His longest and oldest friend, the one he can be completely comfortable with but now he wanted to know exactly how wet you were from that stupid book and he wanted to see if he could get you wetter.

“Ah yes, King Steve, ruler of sex. Can’t take a hint but knows when a girl is turned on” you told him sarcastically, annoyed he insisted on embarrassing you further.

“So you admit to being turned on?” he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes with a groan.

“My God give it a break, yes I was turned on, is that what you want to hear?” you asked him and as you let out heavy breaths and waited for him to give a sarcastic answer it never came. Instead he stared you down, like you admitting this suddenly made you a four course meal. Steve had never looked at you like this and now you were nervous all over again but about an entirely different thing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you nervously asked, attempting to back away from him because now the foot and half between you two was way too close.

“I’m not doing anything” he told you, stepping towards you to shorten the distance again and you wished he hadn’t of done it because now Steve was replacing the guy in the book for you.

“Yes you are, you’re looking at me like you want to kiss me” you said, trying to make it sound like a joke but even to you is sounded nervous. Steve just tilted his head, eyeing you up and down completely.

“It looks like that because I do want to kiss you” how was he so comfortable talking to you like this? You had never crossed this line before and now you wanted him to touch you and stay away all at the same time. “So can I kiss you?”

“I uh, I I..-“ you stammered, unsure how you went from peacefully ignoring each other to the edge of the line. If you say yes you would give him a reason to cross it and that was a lot of responsibility for a person.

“I need an answer sweetheart, because I really really want to kiss you” he spoke slowly and you swallowed hard, still turned on from the book and now a little turned on by him.

“Uh yeah, I-I guess” you told him and a grin cracked across his face and before you could say anything more his hands were on your face and drawing your lips near his own. He waited a minute before pressing them to yours, whether is was hesitant or savory you weren’t sure. But after a steady breath he pressed against you, mouth hot and slotting between your own lips perfectly. He was a good kisser but you already knew that.

It took only seconds for it to get heated, his hands tugging lightly at your hair and tongue grazing your lip. You parted in an instant, letting his tongue tangle with your own and then it was over. He had you backing up all the way to wall, your back thumping against it, and his knee wedging between your legs. Against your better judgement you started to grind against it, unable to stop your self considering how worked up you had been. “Getting yourself so turned on without any release, seems like torture sweetheart”

“There was going to be release, later, when I was alone” and your response had Steve’s head tipping back as he let out a groan.

“Still unfair, why don’t you let me take care of you?” Steve coaxed and you involuntarily ground down on his leg, knowing release was right around the corner if you just let him. Was it worth it though? To cross this line just for some sweet release? For a touch that could unwind you more than your own hands could? You knew Steve was a good lay, had been legend among the Hawkins High halls because of it. Should you even find out for yourself with risk of ruining the friendship? Fuck it.

You didn’t even have to answer based on the way your lips smashed back into his own. He met your pace in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to lift it above his head. Even needier at the sight of his bare torso you began to ride his leg like your life depended on it. A deep chuckle left his throat as his hands dug in the doughy flesh of your hips, slowing your movements against him. He wanted to take his sweet time with you and if he went any slower you were going to be a whining mess.

“What do you need baby?” he asked against your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot there and you were in no position to care that he probably gave you a crimson hickey.

“Take off my shirt” you told him with a groan, keening as he licked the sore spot of your neck. He obeyed, removing the baggy T-shirt you had worn over here just to be met with the sight that you had forgone a bra. You watched as his eyes turned almost black at the sight of you, swallowing thickly before cupping his hands around both your breasts. The minute he began to knead the flesh your head was hitting back against the wall, fighting from grinding on his leg again. Something about Steve needily groping your chest ignited a fire within you and you had been doing good until your nipple was sucked into his warm mouth and involuntarily you bucked your hips on his leg so hard you felt your hips bones hit his own.

"Such a needy girl" he teased before moving to suck on your other breast. As much as his words turned you on you still found yourself needing to feel more in control. Steve would be too cocky knowing he got you to so desperately fall apart like this. So in a moment of courage you took some intiative. With his eyes still closed, mouth littering your breast with hickeys, you dropped your hand down and grasped his hard on through his sweats. You felt the squeak from his throat on your breast as you began to stroke him through his pants and just as the girls had said in highschol, Steve was intimidatingly big.

“Looks like the book turned more than just me on” you teased, a sly smile on your face and Steve removed his mouth from your breast, tongue grazing up the skin of you neck till he was face to face.

“That’s not the book, that’s you” he told you and these words gave you the rush of confidence you needed for your fingers to slip below his waist band and grasp his cock right at the base. He hissed at the feeling of your cool fingers and the attention you were giving him.

“Stevie is needy too, what does he need?” you hummed, eyes wide and innocently looking up at him. He squeezed his own eyes shut as you slowly stroked him, prepared to ease him out of his pants.

“Baby this is about you” he told you, trying his best to back away but you had a grip on him that he was enjoying way too much.

“I know, that’s why I want to do this” and you were spinning both of you around, pressing him against the wall he previously had you caged in. He groaned as you dropped to your knees, breasts swinging as you finally pulled his sweat pants down. His length stared you down but he looked delicious as ever. If someone had ever suggested you’d be sucking your best friends cock tonight you would’ve told them they were lying but now here you were, taking him into your mouth. You hummed at the saltiness of his skin, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. He grabbed your hair without even realizing, trying to ease you to take more of him. Slacking your jaw you allowed him to glide in and out of your warm mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, humming against him which made him writhe against the wall.

“Okay, stop I’m going to cum” he pulled you off of him, arms easing under your own and lifting you to your feet as if you weighed nothing. You smiled deviously at him, chin slick with spit and he didn’t waste two seconds before pulling you into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn to get a taste now”

He was mumbling against your lips, arms wrapped around you as he carried you over to the couch he had been watching TV on. Once he had you laid gently across it he was removing his own pants and dropping to his knees to remove yours. He made sure to take his sweet time, pulling the soft material down your legs, memorizing the cream color of the lace panties that had been soaked against your mound. You tried not to whine out as he touched you everywhere but there. You were on the verge of begging until he finally moved to pull the cream fabric off of you. You went to close your legs but his arm stopped you, keeping you wide open for him.

“So perfect” he said and you groaned out.

“Don’t tease” and Steve knew you meant both about the book and about how he was taking care of you. So he just grinned before dipping down and licking a long stripe through your folds.

“And sweet” and you didn’t have any time to yell at him because he was devouring you whole. Your stomach jumped as he sucked harshly at your clit, back arching and pressing your pussy straight into his face. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, more than likely leaving bruised finger prints but you hoped they did. You wanted to remember the mind numbing head Steve Harrington gave you. You almost didn’t expect him to be so good at eating you out. You should’ve thought because your heels were digging into his back, hands tugging harshly as his curls, and you were moaning unapologetically because he was just that good. You could feel the coil begin to tighten in your stomach and you were grinding against his tongue, movements getting faster indicating you were right there. It wasn’t until his lips wrapped around your clit did you find yourself begin to snap, shaking as your body seemed to leave earth and come back to you all at once.

“Hope you’ve got another one in you baby” he cooed, kissing up your stomach and breasts. He finally met your mouth and even though you were already half worn out you found yourself gripping his cock in your hand again. He winced due to holding his own orgasm off and your thumb gently rolled over his tip.

“Show me what you’ve got Harrington” you were telling him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before sucking on his neck. Steve hoped you were leaving your mark and soon enough you were lining him up between your legs. You shuttered as he ran himself through your slick.

He couldn’t wait any longer and finally he was pushing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as you fully sucked him in. He knew not to move as your mouth froze against his neck and he moved to kiss your lips, an apology and promise that it would stop hurting soon. He was in his own pain of needed relief until your hand was grazing down his bare back.

“Please move, I’m begging you” and he didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled back and slammed into you again. You moaned loudly and he quickly found his pace, moving in and out of you as best he could. Swiftly you grabbed his hands, placing them on your breasts which he didn’t hesitate to grip. He used them for balance as he slammed in and out you, massaging them and loving them as best he could. The way you were reacting made him realize this was what turned you on most, attention to your breasts. Needing to have his release soon he dipped down, removing one hand to suck at your nipple as hard as he could, hips still slamming into you. The wet heat of his mouth had you keening in seconds and you gasped out, trying your best not to yell.

“I’m coming Steve, fuck cum in me please” you begged and he almost came right there as he heard those words. In moments you were pulsating around him, clenching tightly and milking him for all he was worth. The tightness of you made him follow right after, thick ropes shooting into you. You panted heavily as you gripped his shoulders, indicating him not to move.

“I want you inside of me a little longer” you told him and he slowly eased down onto you, trying his best not to move and overstimulate you.

“Where the fuck did this behavior come from?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to the hickeys he had littered your breasts with. He was trying his best not to get hard over the fact he was still inside of you.

“I’ve always been like this Steve” you told him, feeling him twitch inside you.

“This dirty, why haven’t we been fucking sooner?” he chuckled, mouth kissing your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I don’t fuck around Steve, and I always told myself that if we did this it had to be real” and the weight of your words hit him with surprise. Yet it wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected.

“You mean to tell me you liked me this whole time too? Then what the fuck have we been waiting for?” he groaned out and your eyes widened as you reached for him.

“You like me too?” you hopefully asked and he smiled, lifting to press his mouth to your own. You winced as he slipped out of you, no doubt a mess all over the couch that now had to be cleaned.

“Hell I love you, I’ve always loved you” he told you after a beat and you smiled up at him, realizing you should’ve read dirty books around him sooner.

“We’ll in that case, let’s do this again”

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[celtigxr]

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Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size!Celtigar!OfC Slow Burn - Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Theres so much bad blood between these two, but there is also longing... for what they used to have, for what might have been, had it not been for Aemond's betrayal.

Alternatively: First loves. Heartbreaks. Betrayals. Jealousy. Revenge. And repeat. The feud between former friends, Aemond and Valeana, sends a shockwave of social chaos for the Seven Realms as all gather to King's Landing for the Royal Conclave. A season of peace, intended to forge alliances through courtships and marriages, only for it to become a war of a different kind.

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Disclaimer: AI is not used in the writing of this story. It is primarily used to generate images when needed (for dresses, mostly), and to help with unique bard like songs, since I am terrible at writing songs and poems. Other than that, rest assured every word is written by me. I will clarify in each chapter when AI is being used and what for.

General Tags: MDNI, AemonxValeana end game, other ships, AFAB, PlusSize!OFC, Celtigar!OFC, Disabeled!OFC, Jealous!Aemond, Angry!Aemond, Healthy!Viserys, Enemies to Lovers, Aged Up characters, Fix It AU, The Dragons Do Not Dance, Eventual Smut, Redemption Arc for Aegon, Slight AegonxOFC, Slow Burn, pining, longing, angst. More may be added along the way. Genre: +18/MDNI, Romantic Comedy, Angst, Young Adult Drama, if Bridgerton had dragons. TW/CW: The story will contain realistic mental health themes. To avoid tumblr taking this post down, they will be coded:

Things such as E. D." Unalive Ideations, B0dy Dysm0rph!a, Blatant Fatph0bia, P T S D, descriptive trigger-induced anxiety attack due to P T S D, and a brief S A (By all definitions, it is, but... You'll see).

Other tw: Typical themes you find in the asoiaf universe. TW will be posted for individual chapters as we go. More may be added here.

Author's Note: Val and Aemond are end game in this, but the other ships are a surprise. I've got spreadsheets n shit.

Credits: Story cover made by me, divider found on pngtree

Prologue: With Friends Like These Chapter One: Return of the Crabs Chapter Two: Familiar Strangers Chapter Three: A King's Command Chapter Four: Unforgiven Chapter Five: Aegon's Doom Chapter Six: Aegon's Delight Chapter Seven: O, Brother Chapter Eight: Still Falling For You Chapter Nine: Protector Chapter Ten: What a Pity Chapter Eleven: Peace of Mind Chapter Twelve: High Horse Chapter Thirteen: Girl's Night (September 27th) Chapter Fourteen: The Will of Man (September 30th) Chapter Fifteen: Restless (October 4th) Chapter Sixteen: Eggs & Bacon (TBA) Chapter Seventeen: The Daring (TBA) Chapter Eighteen: Hydrangeas (TBA) Chapter Nineteen: Pyres & Proposals (TBA) Chapter Twenty: Family Matters (TBA) Chapter Twenty-One: Green & Black (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Two: Maiden's Day (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Three: A Clash of Princes (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Four: The Black Dread (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Five: ( to be written ) More chapters to come...

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Coach Syverson

Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!

Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!

High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC

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I was locked in a trance,  typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student.  The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.  

“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly.  “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”  After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his. 

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher! 

I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately. 

I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress. 

I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”

“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.

“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it. 

“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded. 

“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t  know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly. 

“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”

 We were fast friends from that point on!

Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk. 

“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now. 

“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear. 

“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.

“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue.  “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off. 

“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”

“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in  today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second. 

“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled. 

“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no. 

“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”

“I know,” 

“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting

“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath. 

“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him. 

I just leaned back in my chair and groaned, 

“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled 

“You don’t!” I scoffed 

“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked 

“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked. 

“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush. 

Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise.  Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far. 

“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile. 

“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head. 

“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him. 

“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder. 

“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled. 

“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled. 

“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway. 

“Don’t start!” I warned her. 

“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated. 

“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.

“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her. 

“Get back to work!” She laughed. 

“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work. 

The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again. 

With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond. 

(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer. 

“You know me so well!” I smiled at her. 

“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged. 

“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass. 

“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it. 

“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”

“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said. 

“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look. 

“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said. 

“I know but if..”

“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned. 

“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!”  She just laughed.

“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass

“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine. 

“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said. 

“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second. 

“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”

“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing. 

“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table. 

“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier. 

“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows. 

“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional. 

“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face. 

“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked. 

“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled

“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.”  I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me.  I heard skyler squeal.

“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!”  She bounced in her seat. 

“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine. 

“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked. 

“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left. 

“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it

“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked. 

“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed. 

“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to  object but Hayley cut me off. 

“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”

“Because if…”

“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated. 

“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”

“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed. 

“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends. 

I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled. 

“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”

“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard. 

“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment. 

“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile. 

“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second. 

“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes. 

“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk. 

“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow 

“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin. 

“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway. 

“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be. 

“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look

“Sorry coach!” they said in unison 

“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head

“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze. 

“It was one time!” He stressed. 

“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded. 

“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking. 

“They adore you,” I said. He smiled 

“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed. 

“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked. 

“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it.  He slid in next to me and started the engine. 

“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly. 

“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin.  I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk. 

“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. 

“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest. 

“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt. 

“Ow!” He pouted. 

“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile

“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted. 

“We’re not married Sy!” 

“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.” 

“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break. 

“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!” 

“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile. 

“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again. 

“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled. 

“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo. 

“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly. 

“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.

Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy. 

“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled. 

“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress. 

“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.

“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something. 

“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now. 

“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”

“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”

“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”

“What else would they be….oh”

“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”

“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”

“ALAYNAAAAA”

“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”

“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”

“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”

I held back a smile and shook my head. 

“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back. 

“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye. 

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked. 

“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned. 

“Well we should change that,” he said.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound. 

“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“How?” It was my turn to be confused. 

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly. 

“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.

“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!” 

Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed. 

“What's wrong?” He asked. 

“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in  the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted. 

“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively. 

“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said. 

“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled. 

“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip. 

“Looks good on ya,” He smirked. 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded. 

“Yeah, we better get going.”

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

【Synopsis】 : You find out your Super Soldier Boyfriend has a kink that also happens to be right up your ally.

『Word count』 : 300 

Pairing : Beefy!Steve x Reader

[Warnings] : Spitting, bodily fluids, pet names.

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How could you possibly even begin to think of such a dirty act? You had simply made a joke upon the matter, never considering the sin-filled fantasy would come to pass. You never even batted an eye that your boyfriend could have such a fetish, yet here you are. Waiting ever so patiently for him to do what he promised. He asked you to sit between his legs while he sat on the couch. You rested your head on his large thigh, feeling his muscles tense when he began to lean forward. His fingers grip your chin, pulling you ever so slowly and softly. His eyes were intensely glued to yours, a sly smirk growing on his sunkissed and tainted skin.

"You ready, Honey?" His lips were so close to yours, yet so far. You were becoming desperate, and the need for his touch grew stronger. You nodded like a ridiculous kid wanting their favourite food.

"Open wide. Tongue out." his voice was deep, husky, barely above a whisper. You followed his orders swiftly, your fingers digging tightly onto his clothed thighs. "What a good baby." His hand that held your chin caressed your cheek sweetly, even though you know there is a sadistic tension behind it.

"My beautiful..." His hand gripped your chin sharply, tugging you upwards. "...Beautiful, baby." And just like that, he spits directly into your mouth, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Like electricity crackled through your veins. You've never felt so turned on, so exhilarated. You needed more. Pulling yourself up, your nails dug into his skin while you chased his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle with sin crawling from his aura. He had you wrapped around his fingers, putty in his hand. And he was going to abuse his power until his last breath.

[wri0thesley]

thinking about chubby reader in their historical formal clothes, corsets and stays and stockings and low necklines and ribbons, and them being absolutely lusted after and desired and fantasised about by whatever character you want….

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Six - Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)

Word Count: 406

Warnings: domestic fluff, children, some feelings

Notes: An Oscar Isaac character has joined the spring prompts! I recently read Santiago being a dad in some fics by @reallyrallyauthor who also had the Delta boys being babysitters. I highly recommend them for fluffy and comedy value. Then I kept trying to figure out what to do with flutter. Enjoy!

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge

Every spring, Amalia requests that he stop by the Home Depot on his way home from work “when he thinks about it” but Santi is a smart enough man to know what his wife means within the week she told him about it. He’s checking out three of them, feeders for hummingbirds. She prefers a certain kind because it matches the soft yellow of their front and back porches. He always promised himself he was going to paint over the yellow with white or gray - a more neutral color but the bright color had grown on him now. 

Unloading the feeders and carrying them to the back was an easy feat for him, maybe not his knees though. His wife Amalia greeted him with a warm smile and took one of the feeders from him, setting it down on a table that was soon joined by the others. “Mr. Garcia, you’re a devious man.” Her hands were on her hips playfully, Santi wouldn’t deny that he is sometimes, well more than sometimes but he just got in. What did he do? His wife tilted her head toward the backyard he had worked on a project with their children and Frankie’s daughters. A small mason jar that had four tubes sticking out of the bottom hung from the large tree that provided about a third of the yard with shade.

Their three children were gathered around watching as an elegant turquoise hummingbird was gathering nectar out of one of the tubs. Small, bright and excited eyes were trained on the bird seeing its wings flutter until they were nearly invisible. They remained quiet so as to not spook the bird and were content to watch, their giggles barely heard by their parents.

“Something Catfish and I put together for the kids. I wasn’t sure if it was going to work. I taught Grace how to use the hot glue gun to plop the flower Luis made with Diego.” Amalia’s arm wrapped around Santiago’s waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. 

“If I knew, I wouldn’t have fussed about getting the feeders. And yes I know I did, I just did it silently.”

“It’s fine. Who knows how long it’s going to last anyway? We’ve got backups now, Mrs. Garcia.” He matched his wife’s playful energy and she bumped his hip with her plush one. Gentle moments like these made Santiago Garcia’s heart flutter with warmth.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart XX

Jaenara stare out the window in daze, her mind muddled and scrambled with various scenarios of her husband whereabouts, it had been two days since he last been back and Jaenara was beginning to go a little stir crazy.

She start pacing around the room, it was late, she came back from spending another dinner alone.

Jaenara's emotions were split, she was angry and worried about her husband, as much as she grown find his existence annoying, she needed him still. She needed him here with her, with their child, he been gone for so long that Jaenara took to crying herself to sleep.

If she founds out that he was with Rivers this entire time, she was leaving him and killing her and that bastard in her stomach. She wasn't going to let him humiliate her or their child, not again not ever.

The sound of the door opening made jaenara turn so quickly it made her dizzy for second, she look towards the door to see Aemond walking in with one hand behind his back.

He closed the door behind him and stood in front of it with a nervous look on his face.

"Where have you been." Jaenara hiss after a minute of tense silence between them, her hands balled into fist by her side, "Do you have any idea the hell I been through without you here."

Aemond look at her with apologic look, he was relieve and a little happy that his beloved was thinking of him while he was away.

"Hello! Idiot. I asked you a question." She  snapped making Aemond snap out of his thoughts to look at her just as jaenara was stalking towards him.

Aemond dropped his arm from behind him clenching the object in his hand tight out of nervousness, as jaenara stop just a couple of feet in front of him and glance over him before notcing how hard he had his fist clench.

"What's in your hand?"

Aemond swallow the lump stuck in his throat before clearing it.

"Well, I know you been feeling...stress, so I thought I'll get you something to lighten up your day." He said softly, Jaenara looks from the necklace to her dense husband.

"If you wanted to "brighten up my mood", Aemond. Maybe, you should have fucked me two days ago rather than leaving  to get me some stupid jewelry, you know I will never wear, you should have come back home and fuck me like you promise." She snarl, Aemond deflates before bowing his head. 

"I thought--"

"I don't have you around to think, you dope, you are here to pleasure me." She jeered, "And to keep an close eye on you, I know how weak...men are when they miss their mommies and past lovers. " She sneer before turning away from to walk towards the bed.

"Your right, my love--"

"I know I am," she sassed, "Now, throw that thing away and do what your good at." Jaenara fall flat on her back on the bed, she move her legs up so her feet is planted on the mattress parted.

Aemond stayed frozen by the door, he knew he couldn't keep his love waiting for too long so he slowly drag his feet over to the bed before stopping in front of Jaenara's parted legs.

"Well? What are you waiting for." She asked agitated.

Aemond frown a bit, before he looks down at the necklace in his hand.

"Can I make a request, my belove?"

Jaenara exhale before dragging her elbows to push her up to look at Aemond.

"Does it still involves you fucking me?" She asked annoyed.

Aemond nodded his head, jaenara gave a eyeroll before giving a nod. Aemond moves his hand in front of him, and opened his fist to take one end to display the necklace fully.

"I would like to put this on you...while we make love." He looks up at her when he said the last sentence, Jaenara raise her bow curious before sitting up as her legs hang off the bed to get a closer look at the necklace.

Jaenara glance at the beautiful blue jewel, it's stone reminding her of Aemond's sapphire eye.

Jaenara looks back up at Aemond before moving off the bed, she turn around moving her hair aside for her husband to the necklace on. It took a second before jaenara felt aemond's fingers ghost along her skin on her neck, she felt the cool metal of the chain rest against her warm skin.

Soon lips press against her neck before he move to peck along her collarbone before moving to the other side of her neck as he put his hand on her stomach rubbing the round belly of his belove, Jaenara closed her eyes and lean against him, he press his lower half against her rocking his hips slowly as he suck on her neck causing her to let a small mewl.

The slow pace was not feeding the fire inside her, she pulls away quickly and turns towards Aemond catching by surprise as she grab his cheek and pulled him down to kiss him. Aemond made a noise during the kiss, Jaenara maneuver aemond around so he was now standing front of the bed without breaking their kiss. She slides her hand down his cheeks to his chest and start unbuttoning his vest before shoving it off his shoulder, she move to do the same for his shirt but forgot about it leaving the tunic to remain open. 

Jaenara pull her lips from Aemond and push his chest making him fall onto the bed, she climb on top of him to straddle his hips before leaning back down to peck kisses along his neck as her hands work to unbutton his pants.

"We need not need to be quick, my love." Aemond says, but jaenara ignore him as she shove her hand down his trousers.

Aemond's hand was quick to shot out to grasp her wrist making her stop from pulling him, Jaenara pulls back to look at Aemond with a scowl.

"What! What is it now, Aemond." She snaps, Aemond look at her with parted lips as he stare at her unsure.

"...I want us to go slow, I wish to make love to you...it feels like forever since we made love and I want to take my time...to make you feel good--" Aemond speaks as his hand moves from her waist to grasp her cheek, but jaenara was quick to slap it away and interrupt him.

"Does it really matter? Your getting your cock wet one way or another," she snarked, "So, lay down, shut up, and enjoy." She roll her eyes before snatching her hand out of aemond's grasp to go back to pulling out his cock.

Aemond didn't say anything, he drop his hands to his side and lay his head back like his wife's demanded.

Jaenara lick her hand before pumping Aemond's cock making the young prince moan and whimper as he clench and unclench the sheets, jaenara bite her lips getting wet from the small noises her husband was making. Once Aemond was fully erect, jaenara lift up her skirt while her other hand kept up her motion before she rub his cock along her folds.

Jaenara and Aemond moan in unison as she lower herself, Jaenara's eyes was closed in bliss, feeling like she haven't felt a cock in her in years. She didn't waste time before she start moving her hips up and down his cock in a slow pace to get use to him again, after a few minutes Jaenara was rocking her hips as she digs her nails into Aemond's chest causing a wince to come from the man below.

Nothing but grunts and moan filled the room, both enjoying the feel of each other after days of not touching. One was more happy than other, which confuse the latter since sex makes everything better. Right?

Jaenara peel her eyes opened and look down at her husband as she still moves on top of him, she take him little by little. Her eyes gaze over his big hands on her hips, before moving her eyes to look at his hard and muscular ivory chest that was glistening. She put her hand on his chest, digging her nails into him again hearing him grunt, not sure from the pleasure or the pain, but she enjoy seeing his muscles tighten when his fucking her.

The dragon princess begin to slow down as she slowly start to get close and tired as she does all the work, she flick her eyes to Aemond's features, her brow twitch as stare at her husband close eyes and scrunch up face. It was a familiar look that she seen before, the way he tilt his head back and how he squeeze his eyes closed really tight, it look like he could be thinking about something...or someone?

Before she could stop herself, Jaenara's hand flew out and smack Aemond across the cheek.

Aemond yelp in shock and look at his wife in disbelief, Jaenara stare back at him equal shock and disbelief. She was so in disbelief that it soon turn to anger as the feeling suddenly took over her bosy and mind, before she even realize it she was hitting him again.

"You...bastard." she hiss under breathe as her hits switch between hitting him in the face and his chest.

Aemond block his belove wife's hits with his arms blocking his face, he didn't want to grab her and hurt her, he knew she tire herself out eventually.

The one eye prince let out a groan when Jaenara's hand hit the side of his head with great force, the hit was harder than any of her others making Aemond squeeze his shut again and hope that she stops.

Jaenara look down at Aemond out of breathe, she blinks as her vision clears up. She sees her husband with his arms up and blocking his face, his chest heaving too from everything that happened. Jaenara looks down at her throbbimg hands before glancing at Aemond, when she put two to two gather, she slide off him and stumbled off the bed putting her back to him.

As Jaenara stumbles away in a daze, Aemond slowly gets up and look over at his wife as she fell onto the couch and hunch forward putting her hands in her hands in distress.

Jaenara couldn't stop shaking, she didn't know what was going on with her. She didnt understand where all this anger was coming from, she never had that feeling before in her life not even when her mother would leave without her to visit her Rhaenys and Corlys. She was never like this, she never lose control. Everything felt confusing and she felt like she was beginning to act like her mother.

"Jaenara."

The young princess flinch when she heard her name, she pull back and look up to see her husband. The redness around his left cheek made her heart clench in her chest, she look up to face his anger and wrath. But, she was only meet with was Aemond soft lilac eye as he gaze down at her with a concern look.

Jaenara had to turn her eyes away before he could see any tears spill out, she didn't understand how he could look at her after what she did.

"Jaenara, please don't cry." He beg as he take a seat on the cushion next to her.

He move his hand to put on her mid back but she just move away from him, making him frown.

"Why." She whispered as she stare vacantly at the fireplace before them.

"Why, what, my love."  He ask, moving closer to be by her, his hand went to her own on her lap and squeeze.

Jaenara sniffs and moves back so her back could be resting on the couch, before she looks over at Aemond with a meek look.

"Why did you do this to us?" She asked with hint of defeat in her tone, Aemond sat frozen taken back, "Why? We could have been happy with different people, we could have spare each other the heartbreak, and  the tears, and the lonely nights--"

"My love, I know I have made mistakes, too many to even allow me in your graceful presents." Aemond moves to kneel in front of Jaenara, looking up at her with desperate look, "But, I am trying to atone for it, my love. I am trying to undo my foolishness, and show you that you are the only one for me." Aemond says, but he could see the doubt in her sweet eyes.

"How can I think I am the only one, when your first love is now carrying your child." Jaenara says in distress, making aemond cast his eye down, "How can I feel secure in our marriage, when all I can think about is...is the fact that she's carrying your true son."

Aemond look back at her.

"We still are not sure if that child is mine, and if it is than I will not claim it to be." Aemond put his hand on Jaenara's belly, he look at at it for a moment before looking at his belove, "I made a promise to you, did I not? This child is mine and nothing or no one can tell me or make me think otherwise."

Jaenara sigh, even through his words brought assurance in one part of her heart, the others parts were still so doubtful of his words.

"As much as I appreciate your your words, Aemond. They still do not make me feel like we are good for each other."

Aemond frown and his hand slide off her stomach as he leans back to fully take her in, Jaenara could see the heartbreak in his eye at her words but she knew it had to be said.

"That is not true." He whispered.

"Isn't it?" She asked, "Or did you forget what happened not five minutes ago, it is obvious my emotions are not in order right now and I fear I am turning into my mother." Jaenara admitted sadly, "I have made a grave mistake bringing us here, I thought being away would bring me solace but instead i have made our life here miserable, yours mostly." She said lowly.

Aemond shook out of his heartache at Jaenara's pain and brought his hand to Jaenara's hand to hold.

"It is not your fault, it's just the baby growing inside you." He reassures, but Jaenara only shook her head.

"Or maybe, it just us."

Aemond's heart clench in his chest again, he could see that he was losing her. All this time he thought the worst was over, he thought after all the games he played and pain he caused his belove. That the gods finally was giving him a chance to redeem himself, but he sees that is not the case.

"You know that's not true, we were meant to be together." He breathed, "I always known it, it was written in the stars." He lean his head against his entwine hand with hers.

Jaenara put her other hand on his head, she slowly start to caress his hair.

"I wish that was true."

Aemond lift his head causing Jaenara take her hand from his head, he looks up at her with misty eyes.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew the dreams I had." He said, making Jaenara look at him confuse, "Dreams that you could see and remember clear as day, dreams that showed you what could of been if you made the right choice in the beginning." He bluster on.

"Aemond--" Jaenara starts with conflicting emotions.

"I dreamed of you every night, I was young when I realize what they were telling me," Aemond confessed, before his demeanor change from fondess to regret, "But, I...I made a choice that lead me to lose my eye, to you hating me...and getting hurt, and all I did was blame you and your brothers for what became of me."

"I was already the black sheep because I didn't have a dragon of my own, after I lost my eye and gain the biggest dragon that lived, I was a monster. If they didn't fear me because of my dragon, they avoid me like the plague because of my hideous scar." He huffed as a look across his face before disappearing, "I never felt more alone than I did that day at Driftmark, and the only person that never made me feel that way again was Alys, she was my first and only, when I was with her I wasn't thinking. I was just...there."

Aemond frown his brows in thought at what he just said, Jaenara stare at her husband in disbelief. She never knew that Aemond knew Rivers for that long, she always assume they meet a year or two before Jaenara came to King's Landing to marry Aemond.

"Is that why you never wrote me? Because you were in love her."

Aemond shook his head at the misunderstanding.

"I did not think you wanted to talk to me after what i did to you that night in the cave," His eye downcast in regret, "...hitting you with that rock destroyed me, but seeing you not moving killed me inside..." he confess with tears, jaenara move her hand so her index finger can brush over the scar on the side of her temple.

She remembered that night vaguely, everything happened so fast and the last thing she remembered was hitting one of her cousin in the face with her elbow.

"...and I was so angry with you, I felt like you betrayed me when you chose your brothers over me and I hated your brothers for being the reason you hated me. I was too angry and too full of hatred to try to rekindle, so I went with aegon to fleabottom and I meet Rivers."

Jaenara looks away from him, she knows what his saying ahouldn't make a difference on how she feeling, but it's hard to ignore what is in front of her.

"Jaenara, please know that I am sorry, I never meant to allow my affair with Rivers to drag on longer than it should have over the years. Once i stop dreaming of you, I assume that was a sign from the gods that I made my choice and I lost you forever." Aemond expressed, as a last ditch effort to get Jaenara to see the truth about them.

He wanted to know that they were always meant to be together, he always believe in the dragon dreams that was told to him when he was a boy. He made sure that in every dream he sees Jaenara, he would make sure to look for a dragon, because than that when he knows that him and her still had a chance.

Aemond felt a warm hand on his cheek bringing him out of his throat to look at his belove wife in front him, Jaenara smile a little, before she pull her hand away to wrap her arms around his shoulder pulling him to her. He was caught of guard that he had to shift on his knees to hug her less awkwardly, he put his hand on her back and rub, she buried her face in his shoulder inhaling his scent before turning her head to the side facing away from his face.

"I think im ready to go home now."

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter forty-three // death eater!tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary:  While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

word count for this chapter: 5.2k warnings for this chapter: smut, dub-con, dirty talk, exibitionism

Notes: I've fancast Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Rodolphus 😉 if you get it you get it

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Forty-Three:

My face heats even more when I realize Caelan was just witness to all that. I pull the quilt back up my shoulders and glance at him over my shoulder. He’s just on the bed, watching.

“What?” I say in his direction, embarrassed.

“We’re going to Edinburgh tonight,” Thomus says, startling me a little. I guess I never did hear his bedroom door click. He thought I was talking to him.

“Whatever,” I reply.

Fuck fuck fuck. I know I don’tneedmy magic to deal with things, but it helps control my anxiety. In a place like Edinburgh I can’t afford to slip up again.

~*~

The main hall in Edinburgh is buzzing with people. From what I could gather the Death Eaters had been dealing with the aftermath of Voldemort’s attempt to spread control internationally. Rioting in Spain and attempts to break through France’s Apparition Line has kept everyone busy. So tonight they’re relaxed and trying to have a good time with the Lots.

As if I’d be anywhere else, I’m right at Thomus’ side as he’s talking to Mulciber. My eyes have scanned the room already and now I’m just mindlessly staring. The only person of note nearby that I recognize is Kyle, but unless we were alone, it didn’t really matter. If he needs to walk to me I’m sure he’ll arrange it. Thomus’ hand grips the end of the leash, but I don’t bother with folding my arms around his, instead keeping my fingers twisted cross my middle. It makes me too anxious to touch him, even for show.

“Oh, I just have Chang working for me in the Lounge tonight,” Mulciber says. He has one of those aristocratic British accents that just makes me want to punch him in the face the more I listen to it. “Your nephew has her all booked up.”

“Is that so?” Thomus says. I can’t tell if he’s genuinely surprised or only politely interested. “I guess Granger’s finally starting to bore him.”

Mulciber chuckles. “How about your house pet? Is she –“

“Oh, don’t worry,” Thomus says, giving a single tight tug on the leash that makes me lurch forward. I catch myself on his arm. “I’ve gotten every Galleon worth.”

My jaw clenches. What an asshole.

“Chang wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t care,” Mulciber continues. “I favor those Oriental types.” He doesn’t give Thomus a chance to respond because his eyes jump up to someone behind us. “Ah! Lestrange! Haven’t seen you around in a few weeks!”

My face pales and without thinking I grip Thomus’ suit jacket sleeve.Pleasetell me it’s not Bellatrix. Thomus’ head turns quickly, looking over my head at the Lestrange. Thomus immediately tenses.

“Mulciber, how are you?” an unfamiliar baritone says as the man comes to a stop between myself and Mulciber. Relief sweeps through my chest that it’s not her as I take in the tall man. He’s got a familiar shade of sandy hair that’s greying at the temples, pushed back from his face. Good thing, because it’s a handsome face. Square jaw dusted with a 5’oclock shadow and steely grey eyes. If I’m being honest the weathered lines on his face just add to his appeal.

The man eyes Thomus with a mischievous smirk. “Still fucking my wife, Malfoy?”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

“Rodolphus,” says Thomus through his teeth.  

Oh, Rodolphus?Thisis Bellatrix’s husband? Holy fuck. Looking at him now, I can see the resemblance between him and his brother.

Rodolphus’ attention turns directly to me and I quickly wipe the shock from my expression. He faces me full on and grabs my right hand, bringing it up to his lips. His hot breath fans across the back of my hand while he speaks.

“This must be your Lot, Malfoy,” he says, his eyes on me. “What shall I call you?”

“Alder,” Thomus snaps.

I try pulling my hand out of his, but his grip tightens and he smiles. “What’s your name, pet?”

“Melisa,” I say quietly.

He kisses the back of my knuckles and straightens, releasing my hand. “A pleasure to finally be formally introduced. We’ve met before you know.”

“We have?”

His eyes crinkle as he chuckles. “Well, I certainly saw you, but I do not believe you saw me.” He finally takes his eyes off me, looking at Thomus. “Quite remarkable really. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone Apparate onto the back of a dragon mid-flight.”

Rodolphus’ remark has all three men’s eyes on me. Thomus’ sour expression turns into one of confused surprise.

“Wait, what?” he says.

I wait for Rodolphus to go into detail, but he doesn’t, so I let out a small sheepish grin. “I – I mean, it didn’t feel quite so impressive in the moment.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, pet,” Rodolphus chides, softly elbowing me. “When I’d discovered that she was a mudblood, I was even more impressed.”

“You were at the break in?” Thomus asks me.

“I – um,” I hesitate. Is it okay to talk about this now? Harry’s dead. They know what we took by now. “Waited outside. Had a Portkey. Getaway driver.”

Thomus’ looks like he has more questions, but has to keep them to himself because Mulciber pipes up.

“Oh, look at the time!” He starts stepping away, his hand on Thomus’ arm. “We best be off.”

“There’s not a meeting tonight,” Thomus says. “That’s tomorrow.”

“They changed the date this morning. Didn’t you get his owl?”

“Then why didn’t you question why I brought my Lot?” Thomus hisses. “She’s not allowed in.”

Mulciber shrugs. “Thought she might’ve been booked for tonight as well.”

Thomus sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“Malfoy, why don’t you leave her with me?” Rodolphus cuts in. He holds out his hand for the leash and smiles. “I promise we won’t leave this room.”

“Perfect!” Mulciber says and looks at Thomus expectantly. “Well?”

Thomus is too busy to notice because his eyes are throwing daggers at Rodolphus. Then he sighs heavily and lowers the end of the leash into his waiting palm.

“I’ll see you keep your promise,” Thomus says and it’s a poorly veiled threat.

Rodolphus’ smile turns cheeky, but he doesn’t say anything. His fingers simply close around the leash as he steps closer, his hand on my lower back. Thomus can only glance at me before Mulciber is turning him away.

As we watch them part through the crowd Rodolphus bends to whisper in my ear. “Wait until we’re out of sight.”

Wait for what? I’ve barely had time to register what the fuck just happened. Looking down, I follow the leash to his hand. I know I should be nervous, especially without my magic, but I’m actually feeling… excited?

Calm, but brisk, he turns us around and begins pushing our way through the crowd, heading right for the Lounge. It’s not as busy in there quite yet, so it’s easy for Rodolphus to locate a quiet corner. He sits on one side of a loveseat and pats the opposite cushion. I take a steadying breath and sit towards the edge, angled towards him.

“I’ve been looking forward to talking to you for quite some time,” he says. He shifts himself closer, our knees touching.

“Oh?” I say politely. I have no agenda for this, nothing prepared. I’m just going to talk to see where the conversation goes and what information I can get from it.

He leans an elbow along the back of the loveseat behind me and plays with the leash between his fingers. “I nearly died of shock when I’d heard young Thomus had purchased a Lot.” The arm behind me starts teasing the ends of my hair and his eyes drop to my dress. “Based on your reaction, you didn’t know about the affair, I take it?”

I snort. “My shock had more to do with your audacity than surprise about the fact.”

“Ah, so you’ve met my lovely wife?”

The neckline of my damned green dress is square across my chest and runs just under my shoulder blades along my back. The top of the long puffy sleeves barely stay up on my shoulders, so the feel of his fingers casually brushing my skin as he plays with my hair is distracting. “Unfortunately.”

He chuckles. “An appropriate response, I’m sure.”

Playing with the chain must have bored him, because he slides the loop over his wrist and starts slowly running his hand up my arms. First my right, then my left. It feels nice to be touched like this, so I don’t stop him.

“And why is it you wanted to talk to me?” I ask.

Rodolphus tilts his head. “Do you have any idea how long the affair has been going on?”

I press my lips together, quickly deciding to lie by shaking my head. His fingers now dip under my sleeve, pushing it back as it runs up my skin.

“So long that I don’t recall him showing interest in any other – what’s this?” The pads of his fingers find the scars on my arm and with his other hand, pushes back the sleeve until it stops at my elbow. There’s a torch on the wall above us and it’s enough light for the words to easily be read. His eyes widen and he shifts, his breath coming more quickly now.

I try pulling my hand back, but he grabs my wrist and doesn’t take his eyes off it. “Courtesy of your wife,” I say dryly.

“I’d only heard about the one –“ his eyes go from my arm to my waist and he runs his hand along my side “ – here somewhere.”

I don’t know how to respond. It takes him a moment to recover from his excitement about… whatever the fuck got him riled up. He releases my wrist and sits back in the seat, knees spread. He tugs on my leash.

“Why don’t you sit in my lap, pet?” he suggests, back in control again.

My focus shoots down to his thighs and back to his face. What is it with these guys wanting me to sit in their lap? It stresses me out to think I might make them uncomfortable with my weight on them.

But no, what am I thinking? That’s what I’m worried about? I should be worried about Thomus catching us. I have no idea if his threat to put me in a literal dog house was real. Rodolphus’ suggestion implies I probably shouldn’t trust his intentions. And I think I’d feel… bad, guilty if we’re caught. A part of me feels that way already for just considering it.

I shake my head. I must really be fucking losing it if I’m hesitating over the very opportunity I’d wished for. He could be the someone else that gets Thomus out of my head.

He tugs on my leash again, harder this time. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”

“But Thomus –“

“Is quite used to sharing, pet. Especially with me.” He sounds angrier now, impatient. “Do not make me ask again.”

My chest pounds with nerves as we stare at each other. Then I square my shoulders and straighten my back. “How do you want me?”

Rodolphus grins wide. “Truthfully, on your back, but straddling me will do for now.”

My insides are at war with my mind as I stand, hike my dress up enough, and slide onto his lap, hands on his shoulders. His words make me blush from my ears to my chest. He grabs my hips and slides down the seat, settling my core right over him. His hips flex, pushing up, and I can feel him hard there.

No, I shouldn’t feel bad. Thomus and I aren’t in a relationship. I’m a sex slave, and right now the idea doesn’t repulse me. This stranger’s hands on my body as they slide below the dress, up my thighs to grip and knead my ass feels fucking good. There’s no threat of him hurting my feelings. He hasn’t taken a lust potion… that I know of. It feels like revenge.

He flexes his hips up again and instinctively I grind down against him. A deep satisfied noise comes from his throat.

“I’m starting to see the appeal,” he says huskily.

Suddenly his hand grabs my left wrist again, and he angles it so he can stare at the words. His breath goes ragged and he brings it to his lips, his tongue coming out to trace the lines. His eyes flutter open to see me staring and he yanks on my arm. I lose my balance and I’m leaning against his chest now, his breath in my ear.

“I’d love to give you some scars, too, pet,” he rasps.

My breath catches in my throat and I don’t know how to process that. Fear sends chills down my spine, but get quickly overridden by want as he grinds against me again. I whimper when he pushes right against my clit and I can feel I’ve already started getting wet.

He chuckles. “Hm, so responsive when I’ve hardly touched you. Tell me, pet, does he fuck you properly or does he waste his attention on my wife?”

My face is buried in his neck, my nose taking in his natural musk. He smells so fucking good and I can’t even name what it is he smells like. I focus on that instead of his question because I don’t know how to answer it. I don’t know anything about Thomus’ habits with Bellatrix. For all I know he could’ve been going to her this whole time, but the only evidence I really have is that hickey I saw on his neck once. It’s something I hate thinking about.

As for the first question, the truth is more embarrassing than any lie I could come up with. He fucked me once so to cover his own ass. He doesn’t really want me. He’s said so himself.

I must’ve taken too long to answer him because his hand is clutching the back of my hair, pulling back. I’m forced to sit back with a whimper.

“I don’t know,” I gasp. “I don’t know if he’s still seeing her.”

He gives a wicked smile. “Maybe I ought to return the favor then?” His hips push up again and I grind down in return, my teeth sinking into my lip as pleasure shoots up from my core. “It’s only fair after all.”

His hand pushes at my hip and I keep rocking against him. His fist in my hair is still tight and he starts turning and twisting my head as I move.

My eyes are closed, but I still try to flirt with a smile on my face. “Yeah, we seem compatible.”

“Compatible?” Rodolphus lets out a cruel chuckle. “Well, aren’t you sweet?” His hand releases my hair and wraps around my throat over the collar. “You better hope there’s still some of that sweetness left by the time I’m through with you.”

I grind down on him harder, pulling his hands from my neck and hip. I press his palms against my sides and run them up along my body, over my stomach and to my breasts. If I wasn’t starting to become so mindless I probably wouldn’t have done that. Somehow he’s got my insecurities taking a back seat.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my breasts, and he easily finds my nipples and pinches them. A quiet moan slips through my mouth.

“Do you like pain?” he purrs. The physical pain takes away from my emotional pain, so yeah, right now I do. But am I telling him that? Fuck no.

Suddenly he pulls himself up until his lips are at my ear again. “Ilike pain… I like to give it. Imagine being tied up, cunt fucked raw, body so tired you can’t even move. And then the most unbearable pain imaginable, the mostunforgivablekind, forced onto your body while you take my cock once more.” He groans as he pushes up, his hands back down on my hips to move me against him. “Oh yes, I think you’d enjoy that just as much as I.”

“You don’t know me,” I murmur, almost a whine.

He bites my earlobe. “No, but I know Thomus.” One of his hands starts sliding under the dress again, this time towards my core. “And you mustreallybe a good fuck if he’s not obsessed with my wife any longer.” His fingers push my undies aside and they plunge inside my hole. I grind my teeth to keep from crying out. He grunts in surprise. “Tighter than I expected. Let’s have a taste.”

He withdraws his hand from between my legs and puts the two obviously wet fingers in his mouth. He’s pushed me back and made sure I’m watching. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth and smiles at me. “Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman. I’m going to eat your cunt before I fuck it.”

He sits back against the seat, keeping me up, his hand has found the end of the leash. “I think it’s time you show me how useful that mouth can be.”

Reluctantly, my hands go between us and I fiddle with his belt. “Won’t Bellatrix be upset?”

A sharp slap across my cheek nearly topples me. I gasp and rub the sore skin, my eyes wide.

“You will refer to my wife as the Lady Lestrange. Do I make myself clear?”

I blink away tears, my chest shuddering with my breaths as I nod. I get his belt loose and pop the button. I’m going to start hyperventilating any minute now.

“I could taste your fear,” he murmurs. “It was fucking delicious.”

I shimmy down his legs a bit to give myself more room to pull down the zipper. Maybe this will be a good thing. If he can get me to a state where I don’t feel anything. Fuck, I’m already not thinking as clearly as I should. Maybe the cruelty will be worth it. To get over Thomus, a man I never should’ve gotten swept up in to begin with.

As my hand slips into his underwear, a hand clamps onto my shoulder and yanks me back. My leash is let go and I fall onto my ass as someone shoves themselves between me and Rodolphus. Breathing hard, I focus on the pain from falling and the slap still stinging my cheek while Thomus blinks into my focus. I can’t see his face, but his wand is under Rodolphus’ chin.

Rodolphus smiles, his hands up. “I see why you like her. I think she’ll make a perfect addition to our little family, don’t you?”

“You arenotmy family,” Thomus seethes.

Rodolphus shrugs. “It doesn’t matter what it’s called. So long as you’re fucking my wife, I’ll be playing with your new favorite toy.” He leans into Thomus’ wand and smirks. “Which means she won’t be yours for much longer.”

Thomus slowly lowers his wand, his wrist flicks, and then its disappeared. I slide back further so I can get off my ass and as I’m getting to my feet, Thomus rears back and punches Rodolphus right in the jaw.

My hands latch onto Thomus’ arm to stop him from punching him further. Some other Death Eater, an on-looker, pulls out their wand and separates Thomus, until he’s on his back, pushing himself onto his hands. For the first time since this thing began, my eyes dart around the room. It’s filled out now, but luckily this fight didn’t bring much attention. I can only assume little fights like this must happen all the time.

I pull Thomus by his upper arm. He shoves me off when he’s standing.

“Don’t bother making your little threats, Thomus,” Rodolphus sneers, buckling his pants. “I’ve heard them all before.”

Thomus huffs angrily before grabbing my arm and yanking me through the crowd. Thank god, I hope we’re going home. I can barely look at him as guilt wracks through my body. Guilt, but also relief that I’m in his hands again.

Alarm bells go off in my head when he doesn’t take us to the usual fireplaces reserved for the Floo, but instead outside. He finds a side door and shoves me through it, the loud bang as it shuts makes me jump. The outside chill feels nice on my skin.

I can enjoy it only for a second before his hand is on the back of my neck and he’s shoving me against the castle wall. My right cheek digs into the rough texture as he crowds behind me, sticking my left forearm to the wall before doing same to the other.

“What’re you doing?” I gasp, confused.

“What am I doing?” he mocks angrily. His hands are on my hips and he kicks apart my feet, standing between them. “What’reyoudoing?”

“I – “

“Did you forget? How could you possibly forget?” He drags his short nails up the back of my thighs, pushing my dress up over my ass in the process. He pushes his hips against it, pulling at my hips.

“Forget what?”

“Whose name is on your arm?” he demands.

My eyes, instead of trying to strain to see him, slide their focus to my arm. My sleeve has fallen with gravity and the small dark signature has revealed itself against my skin.

“Yours,” I breathe.

Thomus runs his hands down the front of my hips, following my fupa and up my stomach. He kneads the flesh there and I feel his warm breath fan across the lower-than-usual back neckline. He cups my breasts and his hips flex against my backside, and he lowers his face until I feel his lips drag along my shoulder.

“I didn’t hear you,” he says. “Louder.”

“Yours.” I can only manage a whisper this time.

Thomus’ hands are back on my ass. He grabs the waistband of my undies and hikes them up. His touch is caressing, lifting and spreading my cheeks until he gives a sharp smack to one of them. My body jumps at the surprise.

“What exactly was your plan there?” he asks. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“No, I –“

He smacks my ass again. “You just didn’t care. You didn’t care about being caught. You didn’t care about the warning I gave you –“

“I headed your warning,” I snap. “I didn’t kiss him.”

“Do you think that really matters?” he goads dryly. “He was about to have the one fucking thing that’s mine.”

I swallow hard. “You don’t own –“

He leans in close, his breath near my ear. His hand presses on the back of my forearm. “That’s my fucking name, isn’t it? Hm?” His nose is in my hair and I can hear him breathing me in. The metal on his belt starts to jingle behind me and I shift my feet when I hear his zipper undo. “So wouldn’t that make this body mine?”

My own breath is coming heavier still. Confusion still soaks my mind when I feel his cock pressing along the crotch of my undies.

“But you find me disgusting,” I whisper.

His hips push himself back and forth between my thighs and his hands grip down my front again. “Absolutely disgusting,” he murmurs, kissing along my shoulder.

“But why?” I dare to ask.

“Why do I find you disgusting?”

“No, why’re you doing… this?”

He clears his throat, anger in his voice once more. “If you’re going to act like a whore, I’m going to treat you like one.”

When my breath catches again, it’s because I don’t exactly hate that idea. No, I really like that idea. I want him to fuck me like he hates me. I want it because I know it’s true. It means he’s not going to turn around and break my fucking heart again.

“Why… here?”

His chuckle isn’t just dark, it’s promising. “Because I like fucking in places I shouldn’t.” His hand caresses my ass again, his hips grinding against my covered core. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I close my eyes and push my hips back. “Yes,” I breathe.

Thomus’ hand slips between us, pulling my undies to the side and pushes his tip through my folds. His other hand jumps to the back of my hair and twists.

“Are you wet from him or me?” he demands.

I wish I could hide my face. I want to feel regret, but it’s lead to this, something I desperately wanted. I take a deep breath before answering.

“Him.”

With that, Thomus shoves himself completely inside me and we both gasp at the sensation. He pulls away from my shoulder, but I can still hear him panting behind me. It fucking hurts, but the pain feels so good. I feel so full and I can hardly think.

I rotate my hips, trying to encourage him to move. I need him to. He doesn’t and I whimper.

“Oh, what’s that?” he pants. He smooths a hand down my back, following the line of the zipper. I whimper again but it sounds more like a whine. I rotate my hips again, my feet shifting. He grabs the pliant flesh at my hips tightly, fingers digging in. “You’re going to have to beg better than that.”

This time I definitely whine.

“Aw, can’t you speak?” he mocks. “Did my cock steal the words from your mouth? Did you miss my cock that much?” He slowly pulls his hips back, almost all the way out, and snaps them back. I feel him along every part of my insides. He’s so deep and I love feeling him drag his way out before pushing himself back in.

“Good, because I’ve fucking missed this pussy,” he groans.

His hips start rocking against me, his cock sliding in and out in the most perfect, torturous rhythm. His skin slaps against mine and my toes curl as the absolute pleasure radiates over my body. I’m meeting his every thrust and I almost don’t care that my body’s still twisted against the cold stone of the castle. There’s no way I can come from this, but fuck if it doesn’t still feel euphoric. My body’s tensing, on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm while he fucks me.

At some point he unsticks my face, so he can tug and pull on my hair, his fingers twisted against the back of my head. The slap of our bodies is straight up pornographic, and I’m so wet the squelching noises echo against the wall and cobble floor. I’m so out of my mind with pleasure that I’m barely making a sound, my mouth just hangs open as I pant for air.

“Who does this fucking pussy belong to?” he grunts with a sharp tug to my hair.

I start to stutter his name, but then moan, “You. It’s yours.”

Thomus releases my hair and starts to fumble around my front, reaching for my fupa. He shoves his hand between my hanging belly and my thigh, fingers searching for my clit. But when he does get it, the angle causes him to slip out. My hips have to change their angle, and when he tries again, it only happens again, to his – and my – frustration.

“Release my hand, I’ll –“

“No,” he growls. “It’s my fucking cunt and I’m going to make it cum.”

He quickly releases my hands, pulls out and spins me around. Before he can do anything, I plant a hand on the side of his neck and bury the other in his hair, pulling him down to me. Our lips meet with desperation already mingling in the taste of our lust. I have to choke back tears because of how much I missed kissing him.

He bends his knees and I feel his along the back of my thighs. He only pulls his mouth away from mine to order me to jump.

I jump and he slams my back into the castle wall. I don’t know how high I am off the ground, but we’re at eye level. He’s stuck my back to the wall. I pull my legs up, spread wide, and he pushes them back down and closed so he can slide my undies down my legs. He vanishes them and then his hands are on my thighs, spreading them, stepping between them. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs circles around it as he lines up at my entrance again. I grip his hair and whimper when he swiftly slides back inside, still as hard as before.

He finds his rhythm again and pulls his hand out from between us, his pelvis rocking against my clit like it did the first time we fucked. My head fell back against the wall and my eyes almost rolled into my skull. His arms cradle my thighs and his hands are on my ass. I feel his breath at my ear.

“I’m allowing you to cum formypleasure only,” he growls. “I want your cunt to squeeze and milk my cock because it’smine, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “For you. Only you.”

My body rocks and jolts with every thrust, the pressure against my clit nearly sending me over the edge.

The only mistake I make is opening my eyes. My intention was to look at him, to make sure that this was real. But instead my eyes find others… watching us. I don’t know who and I don’t know how many because I quickly squeeze my eyes shut.

“Thomus,” I whisper in his ear. “People are watching.”

“Good,” he pants, louder than just moments ago. “Let them watch.”

I glance at them again over his shoulder before burying my face in it. I whine as I try to concentrate again. I’d been soclose.

I pull him to face me again, pressing my lips against his, drinking him in like I’ll never get to again. Because who knows? Maybe I won’t. This is just a moment of madness.

He moans when he kisses me back. He’s just as lost as I am. The euphoria of his fucking drags me back in and my hips strain to take as much as they can, trying to gain even the tiniest amount of pleasure.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmurs. I nod my head, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He sounds in control, but his thrusts are starting to become erratic and uneven.

“Harder, please,” I beg quietly in his ear. He gives me his all and fucks the orgasm right out of me.

I choose not to moan and whimper for our audience, but the orgasms strength makes me delirious. My head falls back with abandon and my head cracks against the wall. I feel dizzy but barely register the pain.

Thomus cums in response to my body’s orgasm. He thrusts one last time and holds himself there. My insides squeeze and pulse around him, he’s cum so much I feel the mixture of our pleasure being pushed out around him, dripping.

“Fuck,” he moans quietly into my ear, panting still. “I’ve missed you.”

Don't be afraid to let me know what you think! Even if its just nonsensical screaming. Comments are always appreciated bc i love to talk about my fic. Thanks for reading! 💕

[cryptickane]

Sand Dunes

warnings: suggestive no smut, female reader, reader is curvy and larger than average but nothing super specific, reader is insecure about her body, oberyn loves it, bad self image, body worship, short and sweet 1k.

Beneath the scorching sun of Dorne, you walked with short, hesitant steps, keeping your arms ahead of you as if to make yourself appear smaller. The unforgiving desert landscape seemed to amplify your sense of insecurity.

As you strolled through the Water Gardens, you couldn't help but steal glances at Prince Oberyn Martell, who walked beside you with his characteristic confidence. His dark eyes held an intensity that both unnerved and intrigued you, and you wondered what had drawn his attention to someone like you—a woman who felt like an anomaly in comparison to the many slender, elegant women of Dorne.

As you walked alongside Oberyn, you couldn't help but steal glances at the other women around you. They moved with a grace and confidence that seemed inherent to the women of this region, their lithe figures adorned in flowing silks that accentuated their every curve.

Your gaze lingered on them, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place among such beauty. Their laughter, their poise, and their effortless sensuality—all things you admired and, at the same time, felt painfully aware you lacked.In the presence of these women, your insecurities deepened. You glanced down at your own body, your curves more pronounced, your movements more hesitant. You had always felt like an outsider, an imperfect piece in a mosaic of perfection.

Oberyn, however, seemed to see beyond your self-doubts. His gaze remained unwavering, a hint of admiration in his eyes that made your heart flutter with a mix of uncertainty and longing. You wished you could see yourself through his eyes, to understand what it was about you that had captured his attention amidst the splendor of Dorne.

As the sun beat down upon the two of you, you continued to walk beside Oberyn, his presence both a comfort and a source of confusion. You couldn't help but wonder if he saw something in you that you had yet to discover—a beauty that went beyond the superficial, a charm that lay hidden beneath the layers of your insecurities.

Oberyn's gaze lingered on you, and you instinctively tried to make yourself smaller, your steps becoming even more cautious. The thoughts of your perceived imperfections weighed heavily on your mind, and you couldn't help but feel like an outsider amidst the allure of Dorne.

In the midst of your internal struggle, you heard Oberyn's voice, soft and soothing, breaking through the insecurities that had held you captive for so long. "My dear, there's no need to hide yourself. The sands of Dorne may be endless, but they hold no secrets from my eyes."

His words, though unconventional, carried a reassuring warmth, and for the first time, you dared to meet his gaze with a hint of curiosity. There was something about Oberyn's unapologetic acceptance that made you question the harsh judgments you had imposed upon yourself.

The golden sands stretched far and wide, mirroring the curves of your own body, which you had always regarded with a mix of admiration and insecurity. Oberyn, a man of both charm and confidence, had taken a particular interest in you, despite your hesitations. As you strolled through the gardens together, a warm breeze rustling the palm fronds, his eyes never left your form.

His words, like a gentle caress, had a way of making you feel both beautiful and desired, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way that defied your insecurities.

"Would you like to tell me what troubles your thoughts, my dear?" Oberyn's voice was laced with genuine concern as he continued to walk beside you, his stride matching your hesitant steps.

You hesitated for a moment, your gaze shifting from the distant horizon to the man beside you. Oberyn's dark eyes held an understanding that encouraged you to open up. "It's just... I can't help but feel unsure of myself. I'm nothing like the women here, they're so confident and graceful, and I..."

Oberyn stopped and turned to face you, his expression softening. "And you feel like you don't belong? Is that it?"

You nodded, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. "Yes. I've always been more curvaceous, but it is more visible here, I see the way men look at them, the way they never look at me. I can't help but compare myself to them."

Oberyn smiled, a reassuring touch to his lips. "Would you like to know what I think? You are like the sand dunes of Dorne—unique, with your own allure. The curves that you see as imperfections, I see as the embodiment of the desert's sensuality."

His words were unexpected, and they left you feeling a mixture of surprise and warmth. "You do?"

Oberyn nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Absolutely. Beauty comes in many forms, and it is not practical to confine it to any one ideal. Your uniqueness is what sets you apart, and it is what has drawn my attention."

You couldn't help but blush at his candid admiration. "Thank you, my Prince."

He extended a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a gentle caress. "You are a treasure, my love. Embrace your individuality, for it is what makes you truly beautiful."

As Oberyn's thumb traced the curve of your cheek, you felt a sense of acceptance and comfort wash over you. In that moment, you began to let go of some of the insecurities that had held you captive for so long, realizing that your uniqueness was something to be celebrated, not hidden behind meek posture or unfitted dresses.

Oberyn, ever the observant man, smiled as he noticed the change in your demeanor, his gaze smoldering as he leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a sensuous whisper. "Remember, my love, it's the curves in the sand dunes that make the desert come alive."

As Oberyn's warm breath brushed against your earlobe, your heart quickened in response to his intimacy. He slowly pulled away to look you in the eye. His thumb traced your lower lip with a delicate touch, sending a shiver down your spine. The intensity of his gaze, as he looked at you up and down, left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet an unfamiliar wave of desire washed over you, mingling with your newfound confidence.