#stayed up all night on a getaway job. knows I stayed up all night having nightmares and being unable to sleep again

[frecklystars]

Me cooking dinner for everyone (all my Ryan F/Os) Ken has to come by with another plate and I’m like “didn’t I just give you an entire burger” and Ken says yeah but he needs another because K took his food and then Luke says “yeah he ate my food too” and K is at the table in tears shoving spoonfuls of fresh veggies and meat in his mouth openly weeping “I’ve been eating nothing but instant protein-grub noodles and rice for my entire life Please just Let me Have This I Beg of You”

[bau-muffin]

“Live Mas”

Word count: 6343

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader, dbf!Hotch if you squint

Content warning: oral sex, fingering, p in v sex

Summary: you had a bad week at work, and Aaron suggests you go on a cabin trip. What could possibly happen?

Author’s Note: this is for my friend’s (@rivnxm) birthday! Happy birthday darling, and I hope you have a WONDERFUL day <3 xoxo

“Oh my god, thank you for letting me crash here,” you said, half gratefully, half apologetically, with a bottle of wine in your hand. Aaron raised an eyebrow at you with a half smile from where he was sitting in an oversized armchair, beckoning with his hand for you to set your things down.

“You’re lucky you caught me on a day where I actually got to go home at a decent hour. Jack’s at Jessica’s until Sunday night, and this house sounded a little hollow.”

You sat your bag on the floor unceremoniously beside the couch, the wine on the coffee table, and yourself on the couch, flopping a bit.

He eyed you, and you almost rolled your eyes as you felt him “profile” you.

“Rough day?” Aaron asked.

“Rough week. JD is giving me issues and I can’t stand him! He said my article was frivolous. Frivolous! Can you believe the gall?”

“Isn’t this the same guy who said your use of the word “persnickety” in an editorial was entirely too casual?”

“The one and only bastard.”

“If only he was the only bastard. It would make my job easier.”

You rolled your eyes, “you know what I meant.”

He reached for the wine bottle and pulled out a bottle opener and popped it open, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, I do.”

Of course, your friendship with Aaron Hotchner was probably a bit strange. He was in his 40s, a father, and a widower who had been through a divorce, and you were… well, quite a bit younger and not as jaded or cynical.

You were acquainted with him through your father, whose expertise was consulted for a case as a favor to Aaron, and somehow you two clicked and became better friends than he was with your father. You’d met him after your father invited him to a barbecue, and you realized you’d never met a more stoic man, nor one who could wear the hell out of a quarter zip shirt like he did. Did you form a small crush on him? Yes. Did you dare utter it aloud? Hell no. You suppressed the snot out of it.

“You know what I need? I need a vacation. Just… to relax. Maybe become one with nature, let the moss grow on me like a rock.”

Aaron got up to get wine glasses from his wet bar, and came back, sitting down in his chair as he poured the wine in the glasses. “What would your ideal vacation be?”

“Gosh… I love the mountains,” you said dreamily, your chin propped up on your knuckle, “I haven’t stayed in a cabin since… I don’t know, since I lived with my parents.”

He handed you a glass of wine. “I see.”

“You sound awfully pensive, what’s ticking in that head of yours?”

“I was thinking… maybe, we could take a vacation. Just you and me and a cabin in the mountains. A retreat, if you will. Jack’s at Jessica’s, and I have an overstock of days off.”

You took a sip of wine and leaned forward. “Where were you thinking?”

“West Virginia. I’ve rented a cabin before that was about four or five hours drive from here- easily doable for a weekend getaway. We could leave tomorrow after work, Friday, and come back Sunday evening.”

“Why would you come?”

He shrugged. “Keep an eye out on you. Plus, I need a break too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do you not believe I can take care of myself at all?”

“I don’t doubt that you can,” Aaron insisted, “I just… I don’t know, I don’t want to risk anything.”

You were aware of his overprotective tendencies, partially because of the horrors he saw at his job, and also because of what happened to his wife. Your eyes and lips softened a little at the layer of concern in his voice. “Well… I guess it’s always more fun with friends.”

The corner of his lip quirked. “You could bring some board games.”

“Are you telling me Super Special Agent Aaron Hotchner is fond of board games?”

“That is not what SSA stands for, and you know it,” he said with a laugh.

And so, that’s how you found yourself in the passenger seat of Aaron’s SUV after work the next day. He had loaded up your bags, snacks, and cooler of drinks into the trunk without much complaint, which surprised you. You were sure he would make the typical sarcastic “traveling light?” comment that most guys did, but it was nothing from him.

“I guess I’m the passenger princess,” you said with a laugh before you popped a gummy worm in your mouth from the bag between your legs.

His eyebrows raised in bewilderment as he looked over at you. “I- if you mean exactly what the term sounds like, yes, I guess you are.” Aaron looked at the road before looking back at you. “Gummy worm, please?”

“I’m surprised Penelope hasn’t taught you more internet slang,” you said as you handed him a red and green gummy worm.

“She taught me what “rizz” and… um… “slay” means. That was too much for me.” He popped the worm into his mouth. You studied the side of his face for a second before he glanced over at you. “What?”

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a gummy man.”

“I love gummies. If Ronald Reagan ate jellybellies to concentrate on ruining our country, then I eat gummies to help save it. It’s not so great for my physique, though.”

“I like your physique,” you blurted.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn’t say anything as he turned his attention to the road, though even your view of the side of his face didn’t hide the small smirk.

“You’re smug,” you said, teasingly accusatory.

“I don’t get many compliments on my physique nowadays- give me a minute or two to stew in it.”

“It- it kind of reminds me of Atticus Finch. You know- from To Kill a Mockingbird?” You said ramblingly.

“Are you saying I’m Gregory Peck?” You didn’t have to look at him to know he had that damn smirk on his face.

“I-“ you paused for a moment before lifting the bag of gummy worms comically, inspecting the back of it. “What level of alcohol content is in this anyways?”

“Hopefully none, considering I’m driving us, and you gave me one.”

“You’re a lightweight if all it takes is a gummy worm to get you tipsy- but there is none, you are very astute, Aaron.”

By the time you guys drove up the winding lane to the cabin, you were exhausted. You planned on taking a nap as soon as you hauled your luggage in, and you had told Aaron as much about fifteen minutes before the estimated arrival time. It was nightfall anyhow.

“I’m the one who drove, and you’re exhausted,” he mused with a smile as he carefully set some luggage on the porch.

“You’re more than welcome to take a nap too, if you’d like,” you said with a soft scoff as you waited by the door for him to open the cabin, “I’m sure there’s more than enough space for you to lay your weary head.”

“I’m sure there is,” Aaron said with a small smile as he opened the door to the cabin, with the instructions that the owner had given. When you lugged the cooler and snacks in, the smell of wood met your nose.

“This makes me so nostalgic,” you said breathily, carrying your load to the kitchen.

It was a medium sized cabin, so the living room, which featured a nice fireplace, and the kitchen were all in one open space. You didn’t study it much further as you began loading your drinks and food onto the counters and into the fridge, and Aaron began pulling in suitcases and toiletry bags.

“I’ll check the layout, and you can decide which bedroom you want to stay in,” he explained.

“Be quick about it, I need to get my blanket and pillow,” you said lightheartedly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said sarcastically before venturing further.

You cleared your throat when you realized the formal address made you feel something low in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You continued putting things away, then you turned and Aaron was standing there, his brows creased.

You rolled your eyes as your hand landed on your chest by instinct. “God, you scared me.”

He ignored you. “We have a problem.”

“What is it? It’s not a leak, is it?”

“If only. I could fix that. No, it turns out I booked a cabin with only one bed.”

“Oh-“

“However, I can probably sleep on the couch. If it makes you feel better, we can take turns.”

“Aaron, no, take the bed. Not to make you feel old, but your back-“

“My back is fine,” he said gruffly, “I sleep on my couch at home all of the time.”

“Aaron…”

“Don’t ‘Aaron’ me,” he said with a tiny smile, “I insist. Besides, you’re tired, and it’s almost time to go to sleep for the night anyway.”

“You damn smooth lawyer fbi agent,” you muttered as you moved to carry your stuff to the adjacent bedroom, “you make a good argument.”

“I know I do. Now, go get some rest. We can start planning the itinerary tomorrow morning.”

“What makes you think I won’t just sleep in until lunch time?” you asked sassily.

“Then I suppose that’s your prerogative.”

You moved to give him a hug, setting your bags down. “We’ll see. Good night.”

“Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“I hope they do,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Good night.”

You thought you heard an amused hum behind you as you tote everything to the bedroom. It was cute- a queen sized bed with a nice quilt on it that had an adorable design featuring bears, a large dresser that looked hand carved, and side tables with rustic lamps that had antlers for shades.

The bathroom was a decent size, and you found that the shower looked like a dream. But when you looked out of the sliding door where there was evidently a deck… you were surprised to see a hot tub. A hot tub, but not two bedrooms, you mused.

Then you saw the mountains, lit faintly by moonlight, and you gasped, awe filling you as you studied the range, your eyes tracing every pinnacle.

But after you put on your cotton pajamas and brushed your teeth and showered, you slid under the covers, the weight of the quilt settling nicely on you, and you realized- you can hear every damn scampering and skittering creature in the woods. The crickets that once seemed to be a comforting constant now sounded more ominous, and the frogs that were croaking innocently seemed to take on an edge.

You scrolled on your phone for a while, all of the lamps turned off and your face illuminated by the screen. But your brain was not winding down, and you were not sleepy. You set your phone on the side table, and turned from the window, your face towards the door, and closed your eyes.

No bueno. Those critters and the chirping and the croaking and various skittering wouldn’t let you sleep.

It took about two hours before your resolve melted and you got up out of bed.

As quietly as you could, you padded to the kitchen- you had not made it to the fridge well before you heard Aaron’s groggy voice saying your name and then, “are you okay?”

You could barely see his head peeking over the back of the couch, pointed away from the kitchen.

“I couldn’t sleep and thought I’d get some water. Go back to sleep, I’m fine.”

“Why can’t you sleep?”

You paused, wondering if you should admit the embarrassing truth. “The noises outside.”

“Someone’s not accustomed to the great outdoors and being away from highways and interstates,” he said a tad bit teasingly.

“I’m not,” you admitted as you filled a cup with water.

“C’mere.”

You sipped the water. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to try to help you go to sleep.”

You set your cup on the counter. “And your method would be…?”

“Stop asking so many questions and just c’mere,” he said, a tad bit exasperated.

“Okay dad,” you said sarcastically as you ventured towards the couch.

Aaron was half laying on the couch, his elbow propping himself up. His legs were covered by a thin blanket, but he was wearing a slightly tight green t-shirt with the Schweppes logo on it that made you bite your lip. You could clearly see an outline of his chest and the small chub of his belly even only lit by the moonlight through the window, and it was… well, he was an attractive man and you’d never felt a greater impulse to bury your head into someone’s chest before. You ignored your baser instincts.

“I’m here,” you say, almost sounding annoyed, your hands on your waist. You didn’t miss the way his eyes flitted over your pajamas.

“Sit on the couch with me. Maybe we can watch something until you fall asleep.” He sat up and patted the seat next to him.

“Were you not asleep when I came in?” You sat down beside him, and he threw part of his blanket over your lap.

“I’m a light sleeper because I’m constantly listening out for Jack. Or my phone, for the bureau.” He put his arm behind your head on the back of the couch. “You can lean into me, if you want, you know.”

Your head instinctively laid on his shoulder. “Aaron, I’m still befuddled why you would ask me to go to a cabin with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… our friendship is so unlikely anyways. You’re… frankly, middle aged. We’re in totally different areas of life. You have more… experience.” You cleared your throat nervously. “In life I mean.”

His eyebrows raised but he said nothing as he turned the TV on. Of course it was George Lopez.

“You make my life feel a little lighter,” Aaron said finally. “I love having you around and…” he studied his lap for a moment. “I would probably consider you my best friend. I’ve told you things I… I hadn’t told my team for… for a while. Maybe ever.” He looked up at you with a small smile. “You drag it out of me without saying a word.”

You stiffened a little at being called best friend, but you felt his eyes studying you keenly.

“And what do you want me to say? Call you my father figure?” You said teasingly.

“God, no,” he said almost a little too emphatically, cringing, “We’re definitely two adults. I don’t want that sort of… dynamic. Besides, I am way too young to be your dad.”

You grinned a little, but your eyes started to droop closed.

Aaron shifted so that you could lay more comfortably, but soon, despite the canned laughs from the TV, he too drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, you did not expect your pillow to feel so warm or firm. Your hand patted around, and you felt a moment of panic course through you.

You opened one eye to realize that your pillow was none other than the chest of Aaron Hotchner. Your face was buried into his chest and your cheeks flushed at the thought of it. You patted one more time to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Somewhere in the night, you guys had laid down, and your legs were tangled with his, your back against the back of the couch and Aaron facing you, kind of… pinning you.

“Having fun there?” His voice said softly, though a smile was evident in his tone.

“I’m sorry-“ you scrambled to sit up but he shushed you gently.

“Don’t worry about it, we were asleep. It’s not like you could have helped that.”

“Still-“

“I am not going to tolerate you blaming yourself for something so innocent and harmless,” Aaron said sternly, his voice deepened by the morning grogginess. It was too early in the morning for you to need to clutch your legs together. Your resolve or the lack thereof was embarrassing, really.

“Is this how you talk to your agents?” You asked teasingly.

“Yes,” he admits, “I have had to remind my agents that sometimes things don’t go as planned on missions, and it’s not always their fault. Some of them take it hard.”

You leaned your head back against his chest, and his hand moved to the small of your back.

“Do you think…” you started but then hesitated.

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think it would be inappropriate if we flipped so that I’m… you know, on your chest?”

No words were spoken; you felt his strong arms move you, and you were laying on his chest.

“I take that as a no,” you murmured. His chuckle rumbled within his chest underneath you.

“We’re friends, we can take it, right?” Aaron said, almost cryptically.

You attempted to sit up, but when you realized how… intimate that felt, you laid back down. “I really don’t think you’ve been telling me the whole truth,” you said daringly. You looked up at him and you could see his arched eyebrows.

“Oh?”

“We have some sort of tension, and I need to know if you feel it too.”

“Tension?”

“Don’t play dumb, Aaron.”

He said your name, and it was followed by a second of hesitance.

“Aaron. We’re both adults here,” you said pleadingly.

He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours. You couldn’t explain what you saw in those dark eyes of his, a vulnerable yet guarded fortress that you could occasionally peer into like a dollhouse. He looked so… conflicted. Like he wanted something that was well within reach, but fear or uncertainty was holding him back.

Aaron easily could have leaned down and kissed you. He knew that.

But instead he said, “do you want coffee? I brought the coffee beans you said you liked and a grinder.”

You could have pushed further but you didn’t. “I do, yeah. I probably need to change for the day anyway.”

After you awkwardly scrambled away from him, you sat in the bedroom on the bed for a couple of minutes after undressing down to your underwear to stew on what could have happened. Why didn’t he kiss you? You could have sworn he was going to but stopped himself. Why was he forbidding himself from something he wanted, that he could have enthusiastically?

When you did finally reemerge (dressed of course), you smelled the coffee perking in the coffee pot provided by the cabin owners.

“Did you sterilize that thing?” You asked him worriedly, sending a look to where he was leaning against the counter, texting on his phone.

“I did, don’t worry,” Aaron reassured you, looking up at you from his phone with a smile, “I know how you are about sterilizing kitchen items.”

“I am not risking a brain eating amoeba even for you, Hotchner.” You sat down at the kitchen bar with a sigh.

Stealthily, you scanned his outfit- a brown and orange plaid flannel shirt, rolled up to the forearms, and khaki pants. God forbid he wears jeans even away from the office, you smiled to yourself.

“Apparently everyone at the office is making bets about why I went on leave.” Aaron slid his phone into his pocket as he began pouring coffee into a mug.

“What are the reasons given by them?”

“Morgan is saying that I sprained an ankle and didn’t want to risk mandatory leave. Rossi says I’m finally gaining my wits and letting loose for a weekend and getting ‘shitfaced.’ Garcia is saying I’ve eloped and went to Paris. Emily and JJ have decided not to bet but are keeping up with the money.” He placed the mug in front of you on the bar. “Prepared just the way you like it.”

You sipped it, holding the mug with both hands. “This is perfect.”

“As many times as I’ve picked up your order from the cafe, I ought to know it by heart.” He picked up his own mug and sipped on it, his strong hand wrapped around it as though he could crush it, and you felt something filter through you. The curvature of his hands, the strength evident in the veins and his fingers- but the way they were holding the fragile mug, carefully and cautiously picking it up and placing it down again.

The way his lips rested on the rim, his throat gulping slightly with every drink- there was something so vulnerable and intimate about watching him drink, even though you’ve seen each other drink a million other times. And yet, you began feeling a little green.

Aaron lowered his mug to look at you.

“You look like you’re a million miles away. Not to mention you’re staring.”

“Mm? No, um… I’m okay.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He was a profiler. Why bother hiding anything from him.

“I’m jealous,” you blurted.

His eyebrows raised until his forehead wrinkled. “Jealous?” he asked.

It was like a floodgate opened.

“I’m jealous of the coffee mug because you willingly put your lips on and take tender sips from it. I’m jealous because you wrap your hands around it protectively. I’m just… downright envious of the way you hold it, Aaron. Because I know you refuse yourself me.”

After you had said it, you covered your face with your hands. This cabin was way too small for such a confession.

And yet, you felt his hands, still warm from holding the coffee mug, tug your hands away from your face.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Aaron said softly, “you’re… right that I refuse myself.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re young. I’m so much older than you, I would be holding you back. I have a lot of baggage, for crying out loud, I don’t want to haul that into your life just for you to…” his voice trailed off. It struck you.

“You’re afraid of me leaving you.”

“I know you’re ambitious,” he admitted, “and you should be with someone equally as ambitious. I’m in the phase where I could retire from the FBI to be home with Jack. I’m in my career because it’s… it’s my passion.”

“You’re still thinking about Haley,” you said softly.

“Yes,” Aaron admitted, “I won’t lie and say that what all happened with Haley doesn’t affect how I go forward with relationships.”

“I’m not so ambitious that I can’t appreciate a good man, Aaron. That’s not to say I would quit my job or my pursuits for you, but I don’t think you’d want me to either.”

He took your hands in his. “I wouldn’t. I like you just as you are. You and your work drama, the way you’re so finicky about certain things but carefree in others- driving you to the mountains may have been the highlight of the trip because as soon as ranges came into view, your nose was stuck to the window, and I’m almost certain you’d still see your nose print on the glass. The way you adore people and the little things in life… I’ve never been able to master that, but it comes so effortlessly to you.”

The revelation hit you like a nerf bullet to the forehead out of nowhere. “You notice those things?”

“I do.”

“You know… the drive up doesn’t have to be the highlight,” you said a little teasingly.

“And what are you suggesting?” A small smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m suggesting we either get this out of our systems and forget it ever happened, or we start something that we can’t finish without one of us breaking our heart.”

“Are you sure?” Aaron said quietly.

You didn’t have to think before you pulled him closer by his unbuttoned flannel, and your lips wavered half an inch away from his. His eyes flitted down to look at your lips before gazing into your own eyes.

“I’m so sure,” you said breathlessly.

That was the only cue he needed before he closed the distance between you, his lips landing on yours softly before they sought your lips like he was scouring for water in a desert. His arms pulled you out of the bar stool and onto your feet, his hands settling on your back on and around your waist. The old man had it in him, anyone would have to admit it.

Not too old for surprises, apparently, as he gripped you and hoisted you onto the counter. You squealed a little, and you could hear him chuckling. Your hands went to his shoulders, and your legs hooked around his waist.

His hands held your face on either side and pulled you in closer. If he could inject himself into your skin, you know he would.

You playfully nipped, pulling his lip between your teeth and sucking on it, eliciting a groan from Aaron that made you grin as you continued kissing him.

Your tongues waltzed together in intricate circles, and you felt his hands ease to your bottom as they splayed out to support you.

“What do you think you’re doing,” you murmured. He grinned like a cat who got the milk.

“I’m about to take you to the bedroom, and we’re about to make love. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

“Carry on,” you said lightly, your lips against his neck as he toted you to the bedroom.

It wasn’t long before your back hit the mattress as he laid you down carefully.

“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for,” you quipped with a smirk as you looked up at him. Aaron chuckled as he tugged off his flannel and threw it to the side.

“I have to be at least a little fit to be in the FBI. Besides, I’m not that old. Now, Rossi…”

“You are not about to mention Rossi before an intimate moment,” you interjected, half incredulous and half amused.

“Sorry, sorry. But point being, I’m not exactly ancient, and my muscles haven’t completely disintegrated.” His T-shirt was soon discarded, and flung it to who knows where.

Your eyes roved over his muscles, and the sight of them made you want to salivate. He wasn’t what most would consider “ripped,” but his muscles were defined while also having a little bit of a tummy. You wouldn’t change a thing about him.

“They haven’t disintegrated,” you agreed with a small smile.

Aaron leaned down over you. “Do you mind if I relieve you of your clothes?” He asked teasingly.

“Be my guest,” you murmured lazily.

He took his time, pulling your sweatpants down and disposed of it, tugging off your baby tee shirt next. You could see him visibly gulp as he studied your bra and panties.

“Now, before we go forward…” his finger was hooked on the waistband of your panties, playing with it, “are you sure you want this? Absolutely sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure, Aaron, I swear.”

“At any time, if you want to stop, please tell me,” he said earnestly, “it’s absolutely necessary for you to know that we can stop if you don’t want to go any further. I don’t care how far into it we’ve gone, if it’s any less than enthusiastic then we timeout.”

“You’re precious, you know that?”

Aaron almost looked horrified. “You better tell me this isn’t the first time you’ve heard this from a partner.”

You nibbled on your lip. “You’re just very thorough about it. Usually a simple “uh huh” suffices.”

“Sweetheart, like I said, I want nothing less than enthusiastic consensual sex. It’s just important to me.”

“Then you’ve got it,” you smiled up at him.

His hand fished under your back to unhook your bra, and when he pulled it away from your chest, you swore he was in awe like some people are of a sunset.

“Fuck… you’re beautiful, baby,” he said breathlessly.

You felt yourself flush and it traveled well into your chest area, and he chuckled, amused, as he kissed the nipple of your left breast, feeling the heat against his lips.

“You’re adorable when you blush like that,” Aaron said warmly.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and freed you of them. The cold air hit you and you squirmed, but he surged into action, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. The noises he made, almost sounds of desperation, turned you on almost as much as his mouth on your breast.

His hand began kneading your other breast, and you breathed heavily.

“Fuck,” you muttered, a shot of lightning down your back, “you’re so good at this.”

Aaron moved away from your nipple and smirked at you. “Oh, do you mean that I’m… experienced?”

“Shut up and suck a tit,” you groaned, your hand going to your face in embarrassment as he chuckled.

“Did you really think I missed that earlier?”

“Not really, I was just hoping.”

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

Your hand went to your clit, and you began rubbing it in soft circles with your index and middle fingers, and Aaron resumed sucking your breast, transitioning to the other one. Of course you’ve masturbated before, but the combined sensation of him on your nipples and your own fingers was sending you over the edge as you lifted your hips to ride them, moaning in his ear.

When you felt that sweet release, your head tilted back, and you relaxed. Honestly, you could have slept, but Aaron clearly had different ideas.

“My turn, pumpkin.”

“Pumpkin?” You asked in surprise.

“Listen, I was trying something,” he said a little defensively, “but the point being that I want to make you feel good. You’re already so wet.”

He took your hand, pulling it away from you, and he sucked the cum off your fingers, his larger hand engulfing around your hand. He finally pulled your fingers out with a loud “pop.”

“Sweet- just like you, actually,” Aaron said smugly.

“And I’m sure you’ve got a sweet tooth in your head somewhere,” you replied as you watched his head approach between your thighs.

If only you could tell the version of you that had seen Aaron at the barbeque and thought he was handsome “for a man his age” that eventually his black hair would be seen bobbing between your legs with his tongue delving into your pussy. That version of him that had been wearing his brown quarter zip, looking down at you while your dad introduced you two. Who would have thought?

And fuck, that man was talented with his tongue. Was tying cherry stems with your tongue mandatory in the FBI? If it wasn’t, it should be. But otherwise- that G-Man knew his way around the G-Spot.

He made your insides feel like they had been melted down, sitting low in your stomach as the coil tightened. If this was just his tongue…

Aaron lapped at your depths, making those same desperate noises he had been making earlier. You moaned, your hands searching for something to grasp, and they found his shoulders. Your hold was so strong, it left red marks behind on his pale skin.

Your own guttural noises, some you hadn’t been sure you ever made before, melded with the sound of the wet noise of him eating you out, and you were suddenly so glad that you were in a cabin on a winding road.

“Aaron,” you said breathlessly, your chest heaving beautifully, “I’m ready, I think I’m ready for… for you.”

He lifted his head up at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, although… um… I didn’t bring lube.”

“Mhm… What about protection?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Well… to put your mind at ease, I’m clean, I just got tested a few months ago as part of a physical, and it was after I broke up with Beth. I haven’t… had sex since we broke up.”

“I’m clean too.”

Aaron kissed the inside of your thigh. “Good.”

“Is it… do you think I could…”

He kissed from your belly button up to between your breasts. “Say it with your words, darling.”

“Can I ride you? Please?”

“Far be it from me to withhold pleasure from a princess,” he said smugly. You flushed.

“I’m not a princess,” you protested weakly, not even sounding convinced of your own statement.

“You absolutely are. You’re my princess, at least.”

“Then do the princess a favor and remove your bottoms,” you said coyly.

With a laugh, he stood up from the bed and began unbuckling his belt, and slipped off his pants. You hadn’t taken him for a boxer guy, but you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised. The outline of his dick was visible through his boxers, obviously hard, but when he slipped them off, your mouth gaped a small bit.

You saw the size of his shoes and his nose, you knew what the chances were of him being well endowed. But you didn’t ever really think you’d get to see for yourself. He didn’t look like he was too big, but he certainly wasn’t too small- not terribly long, but certainly girthy.

Absent-mindedly he stroked it, smearing the precum on the head. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Aaron, if you put this off one second longer-“

“Patience,” he stifled a laugh as he laid down on the bed beside her, his hands patting his thighs in a beckoning motion.

You moved to straddle his thighs, and carefully, you lined his dick up with your entrance, and sunk yourself onto it, inch by inch, taking deep breaths as he stretched you. When you fully sheathed him, he groaned as he held your hips, his hands splayed to support you, and your hands on his chest with small soft splatters of hair under your palms.

“Baby, you take me so well,” Aaron breathed. You clenched around him and he groaned again, his head tilted back.

Every time you moved your hips, every time he felt your ass bounce even slightly, he felt he had to fight from finishing right then and there. He truly wasn’t as young as he was, but… you had exceeded his expectations.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, his hold on your hips tightening as you rutted against him.

Your face held sheer determination, but Aaron could see when you were hitting a sweet spot by the look on your face- your eyes would glaze over slightly, and your lips would fall agape. He wished he could capture your likeness and hang it up beside the Mona Lisa- it was art, a wonder of the world.

“Baby, make some noises for me,” he urged, “I need to hear you.”

Your breasts heaved, and you whimpered as you moved up and down on his dick. His hips bucked, and you squeaked at the sudden shift.

“I’m almost there,” Aaron warned you apologetically.

“That’s okay,” you said in between panting.

True to his word, he painted your walls with his cum, and you felt like you were so soaked.

At one point, you stopped bouncing and thrusting, and panted, looking down at him and him looking up at you for what seemed an eternity, his dick still inside of you.

You slipped off of him, and rolled over to lay beside him. He pulled you against his chest, spooning you from behind.

“We really need to clean up,” he murmured against your neck, “but… I could lay here with you for so long, darling. You feel so right in my arms.”

“Ditto,” you said lazily.

Despite the urge to not get up, you both cleaned up and did the usual post sex hygienic stuff. You guys dressed again, and you sat in his lap on the couch, his arm circled around your waist.

“Mm… pretty good for an old man, wasn’t it?” Aaron teased you.

“Shut up, cradle robber,” you muttered, though a wide grin was on your face.

He pinched your thigh as he chuckled.

You both fell silent, the only sound coming from the AC unit whirring on. But there was a tension of a different kind between you two now, a silent undertone of questions.

“Aaron…”

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said slowly.

“If we could DoorDash Taco Bell?”

Aaron’s face visibly fell and you chuckled as you kissed his cheek. “It is getting close to lunch, but I’m joking. What do you think I’m thinking, hm?”

“The… the ‘what are we’ question.”

“Maybe I was thinking of asking if you would be my sugar daddy,” you said with a straight face. He rolled his eyes, clearly caught on to your sense of humor now.

“It…” he paused. “I know there’s a large age gap between us. But you are… I can’t imagine not being intrigued by your mind. You’re intelligent, and beautiful, and…” Aaron’s eye somehow meandered to your lips, “one of the sweetest women I know. And I would be honored if you would consider being my girlfriend.”

“There’s no consideration needed. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“And my job… my job doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. Obviously this is a relationship we would have to take one step at the time,” you reminded him, “but I understand your job takes you away sometimes. I understand that your situation is unconventional in a way.”

Aaron kissed your forehead. “Did I ever tell you you are so sweet? When you’re not being a snark, that is.”

You blushed, remembering him calling you sweet earlier, after tasting you. “Perhaps once or twice?”

“And Taco Bell?”

“Live Mas, baby.”

“I don’t remember the terminator ever saying that.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that DoorDash would probably take forty minutes to an hour to deliver to you- you had checked this morning. But… What could you guys possibly do to pass the time?

[absurdthirst]

Property of Dave York {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.2k

Warnings: Voyeurism, video surveillance, masturbation, kidnapping, threats of violence, coercion, dub-con, derogatory language, gun play, spanking, oral sex (male receiving ) rough sex, choking, guilt, forced cuckolding, cream pie, anxiety, break up texts, murder, fingering, pussy slapping, sex toys, anal fingering, anal, double penetration, aftercare, forced imprisonment

Comments: Carol's offer of the York family cabin for a romantic weekend away for you and your boyfriend turns dark and deadly when Dave shows up. Unhappy with how you are being fucked and deciding to take you for himself.

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“Are you sure?” You ask Carol, eyes wide as she offers to let you use the family cabin for the weekend. 

“Absolutely. I'm heading out of town to see my mom with the girls. Dave will be here and we want to reward you for all of your hard work. You’re so good with the girls and do so much above and beyond. We want to reward you.” Carol offers you a sweet smile. 

You shake your head, “I don’t know what to say.” You admit and Dave smiles, “just say yes.” 

You nod, overwhelmed by how good the Yorks treat you, “th-thank you.” You reply and they both smile. It’s a reward beyond your dreams to get to spend the weekend in the woods with your boyfriend at the York family cabin. Little do you know that Dave hates the idea. 

You were hired about a year ago to be the live-in nanny to the York family. At first, they seemed like any other suburban dream but you began to notice small details that tipped off the fact that maybe Dave isn’t the man he says he is. The blood stained clothes on the floor in the mud room late one night and he told you he cut himself yet that was too much blood for an injury you couldn’t see. Then the random calls which meant Dave would disappear for days on end after. 

The weirdest thing is the man’s internet history. When trying to search the computer for Molly’s schedule, you accidentally came across a page that detailed the internet history of the house and you, being curious, clicked on some of the links. Porn. But not your average vanilla stuff. This was bondage, it was BDSM. It was rough. Fuck, that must be Dave. The time stamp was the middle of the night and you know Carol can’t survive without her sleep. 

You hate to admit it but you touched yourself to thoughts of Dave treating you like that. He’s so sexy, authoritative, and secretive. Maybe that makes him sexier. Well, certainly when compared to Johnny, your sweet boyfriend who won’t even so much as spank you. Still, you can’t get involved in any way. This is your boss and you’d be risking your job and home and a mortifying rejection since you know Dave doesn’t want you like that. No, you’ll enjoy the cabin this weekend with Johnny and maybe you can get off thinking of dirtier things while your boyfriend sweetly goes down on you.

The smile on Dave’s face is a very practiced one. One that doesn’t show the anger, that only flashes for a brief second in his eyes before he blinks it away. Carol hadn’t talked about this with him and he wants to snatch the keys away from you as his wife holds them for you to take. Instead, he smiles. “Just say yes.” He watches as you sputter and take the keys to the cabin he had bought and was normally a weekend getaway from him and the girls. Often when he needed to recuperate from a rough mission or a job had gotten too close. Why the fuck had Carol decided to give his fucking cabin to the nanny for the weekened ot use as a fucking sex room? That dipshit you were dating wouldn’t know what the fuck he was doing. Could he even build a fire? He scoffs to himself and grinds his teeth, furious as he thinks about that fucker touching you. It’s bad enough when you have weekends off and you come home smelling like sex and cheap ass beer like you were at some frat party. Probably had been. “You know how to get there, right?” He asks you, knowing he hasn’t told you where the cabin is although Carol might have. 

You nod, “Carol gave me the coordinates. Johnny is pretty good at navigating so we shouldn’t have a problem. It’s okay if I take him, right?” You ask, biting your lip. Fuck, Dave wants to say no but he knows that won’t help him. Carol can’t get suspicious of his desires otherwise you’ll be gone and he can’t allow that. “Of course you can take Johnny.” Carol promises and you grin. 

“Thank you so much.” 

Carol nods, “don’t think anything of it. It’s all set, right Dave?” 

He swallows down his annoyance, “it’s all set.” He offers you a sickly smile that has your stomach knotting and Carol pats his hand, “excellent.” She winks and you grip the keys, eager to tell your boyfriend about the weekend away.

****

“You girls be good for your mother, and grandma and grandpa, okay?” Dave winks at Alice and reaches out to tug on one of Molly’s pigtails. 

“Daddy!!!” Molly shrieks, batting his hand away as she giggles and he chuckles. 

“I mean it.” He raises his eyebrows at them before moving up to the driver’s side window where Carol is already behind the wheel. “Drive carefully, honey.” He urges, knowing that while he might not love her like he probably should, she is important to him. Plus he wants his girl’s to be safe. While he feels like there is something missing inside him, not able to really connect with his wife, he loves his children. “Call me when you get to your moms.” He leans in and presses his lips to hers quickly before he pulls away. His plans for the weekend have changed and he needs his wife to leave on time, so he had helped her pack up the Mercedes. 

**** 

“Wow. This place is sweet.” Johnny grins as you enter the cabin. He’s carrying your travel bag and you admire the decor of the cabin. It’s simple but rustic and you love it. You love being out in the woods, the sound of nature, and of course, being there with your boyfriend. He’s sweet and kind and everything you should want and this weekend you’re going to try and remind yourself of that. Johnny sets your bags down, reaching for you to pull you close, his hands squeezing your ass. “And the best thing is not having to sneak around. We have the whole weekend to do whatever we want.” Johnny kisses along your neck and you smirk, knowing he’s eager to touch you. Has been since you left the York house.

The rustic charm of the house hides the sophisticated camera system. Hidden discreetly in areas that won’t be noticed by anyone who isn’t a trained operative. Carol had never noticed. Now, Dave watches you, glaring at the screen of his laptop as your boyfriend gropes your ass and slides his hand up to cup your tit as he tries to steer you back towards the sofa. “Asshole.” He hisses, jealous that you let this fucker touch you. His cock twitches, making him reach down to palm himself through his pants as he imagines himself with you on that couch. Showing you what getting fucked should be like. 

You let Johnny lay you down on the sofa and he’s quick to remove your shirt, tossing it down and you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, exposing your tits unknowingly to Dave’s gaze until Johnny takes your nipple into his mouth, making you moan. “Fuck. That’s good.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he sucks but it’s not hard enough, not rough enough.

“Fuck.” Dave hisses, reaching up to slide the end from the belt buckle. His cock throbbing in his pants and he’s already decided that he’s going to jerk off, watching you get fucked by this pathetic excuse for a boy. There’s nothing really wrong with Johnny, Dave hates him solely because he wants you. Wants to use you and show you what you really want when you look at him with those searching eyes. Pulling his hard cock out, Dave spits in his hand and starts to smear it over the sensitive head. 

When Johnny slides inside of you, he’s asking if you’re comfortable and you want to roll your eyes. “Fuck.” He hisses in pleasure at how wet and tight you are and you want him to squeeze your throat. You want him to fuck you like it’s your last day on earth. You want him to ruin you but he won’t. You wrap your legs around him, trying to push him deeper. “Fuck baby. You’re so wet.” Johnny groans and you want to be spiteful and tell him you were thinking about Dave being in this cabin, imagining him fucking you, wrecking you.

Dave strokes his cock, hard and fast as he imagines how tight you would be. The squeals he would pull from you would be much better than those damn fake moans you are putting on for him. “You would cry for me.” He grunts, watching you wrap your legs around him. He wonders if Johnny actually buys your moans, if he believes that you are actually enjoying yourself. His cock is slick in his hand, gripping it harshly as he jerks off. 

“Oh my God, I’m cumming!” You cry, throwing your head back as you grip him inside of you, faking yet another orgasm. You moan, glancing up at the ceiling, letting out another fake moan as you wait for Johnny to cum inside of you. He’s grunting, his face buried in your neck, and you whimper, “cum for me baby.” You try to egg him on, squeezing his cock in your walls and you moan his name. 

“Gonna cum. Gonna cum.” He groans, thrusting into you a half dozen more times before he cums.

Dave grunts, holding his breath as he starts to cum. Ropes of his sticky seed coating the towel he had covering the steering wheel of his car as he cums. Stroking himself through the high and watching you as you lay under Johnny limply, helping him ride out his orgasm while very obviously not experiencing your own. He wouldn’t let that happen. Milking the last drops of his release before he sits back in the seat and pants, making up his mind on what he will do next. 

You are cooking when you hear the noise. Confused by the clicking sound and you turn the stove off and on again, wondering if that’s the noise. “Johnny?” You call out, wondering where he is. He isn’t usually this quiet. He’s usually annoying you by now, wanting to incessantly talk about his video games or the latest thing he read on Reddit. You turn off the stove, the pasta sauce is cooked anyway, and you will probably find Johnny lounging on the sofa. “Johnny, baby. I-” You scream, finding Johnny tied to a chair and a gag in his mouth.

A hand comes around your mouth, covering it and hot breath washes over your ear. “Ah ah ah, no screaming baby, not yet.” Dave hums in your ear, grinning at the furious expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Your boyfriend didn’t even lock the fucking door. Anyone could have wandered into the cabin.”

Your eyes widen at hearing Dave’s voice in your ear. Your heart pounds in both fear and arousal. His body is pressed against yours and you shiver against him. Your hands are gripping his wrist but it’s no use, he’s stronger than you. “Be calm and nothing bad happens.” He coos and lowers his hand from your mouth. 

“Please. Let - let us go. We will leave. I- I am sorry Mr. York.” You promise, aware to an extent of what he is capable of.

“What are you sorry for?” Dave asks you, “fucking on my couch? Or faking your orgasm.” He shakes his head. “It was pathetic, watching you moan like a whore when we both know you were counting down the seconds until he came and rolled off you.” He tuts and watches Johnny huff and tug against the ropes tying him to the chair in amusement. “So I decided I’m going to show him how you should be fucked.”

Your eyes widen even more and you step away from Dave. “Wha-what? I- Dave. I- don’t understand.” You shake your head and step towards Johnny. “I- I swear to you baby I had - I don’t know what he’s talking about.” You try to assure your boyfriend who is tied up and Dave chuckles, reaching for your wrists to grip them in his. 

“Don’t lie, baby. That’s not nice. You gotta tell him the truth. He doesn’t make you scream. He doesn’t make you writhe. I’ve seen it. I know it. You don’t soak his cock with your cum.” Dave declares and your cunt clenches at the deep words, the truth you’ve been too scared to say. Johnny laughs around the gag again and you wonder how the hell he’s so oblivious. 

“He’s not wrong.” You confess in a whisper.

Dave smirks and looks over at Johnny smugly. “Strip off your clothes.” Dave orders, squeezing your wrists before letting go. “First, I’m going to punish you for letting this boy touch you. You could have just asked and I would have bent you over my desk every night after Carol and the girls were asleep. Or maybe the washing machine in the basement. That way you don’t wake them up with your squealing.” He chuckles as he steps back and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “You cleaned his cum out of your cunt, didn’t you?”

You nod, knowing this is so wrong. It’s so wrong. You can’t fuck Dave in front of your boyfriend. “I- I showered.” You confess and swallow harshly at the sight of Dave shirtless, several scars litter his skin from his past and it attracts you to him even more. 

“I told you to strip.” Dave orders and you shake your head, “I can’t do it.” You choke, knowing this is wrong. Dave shakes his head, reaching into the back of his pants to pull out a gun. 

“If you don’t strip, I’m gonna spread your boyfriend’s brains over the carpet and no one will ever find him.” Your eyes widen, looking at Johnny’s frantic, scared look, and you know Dave doesn’t fuck around. You reach for your shirt, starting to strip off with shaking hands.

Dave watches as your plain bra is revealed, smirking when you reach behind you and shakily unclasp it. “Those are nice tits.” He hums. “Your boyfriend should have sucked on them more. Bitten them and pulled on them.” His cock twitches in his pants and grunts, “I will. Maybe I’ll get some clamps out for them. Make them really sore.”

You whimper at his words, avoiding the glare from your boyfriend who is shaking his head. He never sucks on your tits, always gets right to fucking you. Sometimes he will go down on you but it’s too sweet. It doesn’t make you gasp and writhe. You toss your bra down and hook your fingers in your leggings, pushing them down and kicking them aside so you are left in your panties. 

“Ah ah ah. All of it.” Dave tuts as he pulls his belt through the loops. You look at Johnny as you push your panties down, the gun is still in Dave’s hand so you kick the underwear aside to stand bare before Dave.

“You don’t deserve her.” Dave turns his comment towards Johnny. Shaking his head in disappointment. “She shouldn’t be able to walk, let alone make dinner after you fuck her.” He slaps the belt against his palm and smirks. “Shouldn’t be able to move.” He flicks open the button of his pants and motions to the couch. “Bend over. I’m going to spank you for fucking on my couch.”

You shake your head, glancing over at Johnny and Dave tuts, pointing the gun at the younger man. “Do you want me to blow his brains out?” You shake your head frantically and move over to the sofa, kneeling on it as you shiver in anticipation for what Dave is going to do to you, knowing it’s so wrong to already be turned on.

You shake your head, “please Dave.” You beg and he smacks your ass again. 

“Call me sir.” He demands and you nod, “sir.” He hums in delight and rubs your ass, making you arch your back. 

“Fuck. I need more.” You tell him, finally letting your desires escape, the ones you’ve concealed for so long.

He pauses for a second, grinning in triumph. “I knew you were perfect.” He groans, pulling his hand back so he can whip your ass with the belt, “you need me. Not some pussy.” He hisses, striking your ass every other work in quick succession.

You cry out. arching your back at the pain, but fuck if your cunt doesn't clench at the sensation. "Oh shit." You pant, trying to catch your breath while Dave caresses your ass. You inhale deeply. ignoring the pained look on Johnny's face as he helplessly watches.

“You like it, don’t you?” Dave asks as he draws back for another slap of the belt against your ass. “Don’t lie.”

“I love it.” You confess, unable to lie to him. He’s tearing you apart and you are unraveling for him, telling him your deepest darkest secrets. You cry out when he hits you again with the belt, your skin is on fire and you pant, trying to catch your breath.

Dave groans, smirking as he flicks the belt against your ass again. “Knew you would love it.” He hisses, his cock twitching in his pants. “You’re fucking dirty, my little whore.”

You collapse forward onto your elbows, ass aching. And you struggle to breathe, knowing it’s true. You’ve always been his. “Yes, I- I- fuck. I’m your dirty little whore.” You whimper, closing your eyes to ignore the hurt look on Johnny’s face, concealed by the gag.

Dave chuckles and drops his hand, reaching out and caressing the welts that are on your ass. “Get on your knees.” He orders you rightly, “I want you to suck my cock. Show you me how much you regret him touching you.”

It’s getting impossible to deny him, the guilt pushed aside by arousal as you shift onto your knees and hiss at the sting when your thighs press against your ass. You look up at Dave as he fumbles to pull his cock out, gun still in one hand, and when he manages to get his hard length out, your eyes widen. Fuck, he’s huge. Your mouth falls open in shock and he grips his length, playfully swiping the head along your lips until you take him into your mouth.

Dave groans as you take him deep, rolling his hips forward. “Fuck.” He hisses, watching as your lips stretch around his cock. He loves it, your eyes starting to water slightly as he pushes himself deeper.

You choke but he doesn’t pull back, continuing to push his cock down your throat, and he grabs the back of your head to stop you pulling off of him. “Take it all.” He demands and you gag but inhale deeply through your nose, concentrating on taking all of him.

You swallow and struggle but you manage to press your nose against the curls above his cock. Making him groan happily as he holds your head there for a long moment before he pulls back. Wanting to fuck your throat, use you for his pleasure, although he’s not filling your mouth with his seed. No. He’s saving that for your pussy. Wanting to replace your loser boyfriend’s seed with his and watch it drip from your folds.

You choke on your breath when Dave pulls his cock back, barely able to catch it as he pushes deep down your throat again. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” He hisses and you are dripping onto the floor as you watch him with watery eyes, loving the way he clenches his jaw. The gun is still in his hand. He looks deadly and that turns you on more than anything Johnny has ever done.

He can tell this excites you. The way that you lean into his thrusts into your mouth and the way that your thighs spread tell him how much you love this. In a few minutes he will be able to see your cunt drooling into the floor, your arousal leaking out of you and dripping down like the little slut that he knows you are.

You whimper around him, saliva dripping down your chin, and when he hisses your name, you slide your hands up to caress his thighs. He allows it, watching you with those dark eyes you’ve dreamed of far too often and you whine when he pulls his cock from your mouth after several moments.

“Get up and bend over the couch.” Dave growls, slapping his cock on the side of your cheek. “Want to cum inside you. after you’ve screamed my name so much that your throat is raw.”

You scramble onto the sofa, desperate to feel him inside of you, to get fucked the way you desperately want to get fucked. You look over at Johnny who has tears in his eyes and you mouth “I’m sorry.” It’s useless but you still want him to know how sorry you are. You’re an eager whore for Dave but he didn’t deserve to get caught in the mess.

Pushing his pants down, he kicks them off and kneels behind you. The barrel of the gun slides up your drenched slit and he chuckles when you stiffen. “I could fuck you with this gun. Click the safety off and shove the barrel in your cunt,” he coos, loving how you whimper. “But I’d rather feel you around me first.” He pulls the barrel back and presses it against your puckered hole. “Maybe next time.” He guides himself to your cunt with his other hand and only pulls the gun completely away when he snaps his hips forward and fills you up.

Your gasp echoes in the cabin, shocked at the abrupt way he fills you, stretching you out, and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Equal parts painful and pleasurable. It’s all you’ve ever wanted. “Oh fuck.” You choke, unable to breath as he doesn’t give you a chance to adjust around him before he’s pulling out to set a harsh pace, pounding into you like it’s the last thing he will ever do.

Dave hisses at how tight you get, pressing his hand on your lower back when you arch it up. “Fuck, that’s it. God, you love this don’t you?” He chuckles and glances over at where Johnny is sobbing in the chair. “This is what you should have done. You should feel how fucking tight she gets every time I rock into her.” He smirks. “But you won’t, because you can’t fuck her like I can.” He slaps your ass and thrusts harder into you, the slapping of his hips against your ass filling the cabin.

You cry out, his words shouldn’t turn you on but they do. It’s true. Johnny has never fucked you like this. It’s animalistic and you’re fucking breathless, panting as he slams his hips against yours over and over again, gun still in hand as he runs the barrel along your back.

“That’s it, taking it like the little slut you are.” Dave growls, enjoying the way you clench down around him. “My slut. Your cunt needed a real cock inside it. A man who isn’t afraid to hurt you, wants to hurt you.” He groans when you squeal and concentrates on that angle as he plows into you.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushes deep inside of you, making you fall forward onto your elbows as you can’t remain upright on your hands anymore. “Yes. You. Needed you.” You know it’s wrong but you’re lost in the haze of lust and you can’t see Johnny’s heartbroken look as you wantonly moan for Dave.

Dave growls, loving how you just admitted that in front of your pathetic boyfriend. “You look so good.” He pants out, “split open on my cock. Be a good girl and cum and then I’m really going to make you squeal.”

You can’t hold back, even if you tried, you cry out when he smacks your ass again and you cum, clamping down on his cock and soaking him. You bite your lip, trying to smother your moan because you know Johnny is still watching you.

Dave growls, pissed that you would try to muffle your moans, and he reaches back to grab your shoulder, pulling you back against his chest. “Don’t you fucking bite your lip.” He huffs. “Or I’ll shoot your boyfriend and the last thing he will ever see is you cumming on my cock,”

You hate that his words make you clamp down even more on his cock. He’s so commanding, it makes you soak him, and he grabs your jaw, forcing you to release your lip. “I’m sorry.” You gasp, to both Dave and Johnny. The fact that you are getting fucked by another man in front of your sweet boyfriend has your heart breaking but your body is aching for Dave.

Dave huffs. Sliding his gun hand down as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the barrel nudging your clit and he smirks when you gasp and your body reacts. “No you aren’t. You love this. You wanted my cock for so long.” He tells you. “You don’t think I didn’t know you searched my history? Saw what I was into? What I imagined doing to you?”

You would be mortified that he knew you’d seen the videos but he’s making your fantasies come true right now and you can’t stop yourself from enjoying the way he fucks up into you, the cold barrel of the gun nudging your clit enough to make you moan again. “I- fuck - it was so filthy. The - the choking. The spanking. I- I want that so much.” You admit, knowing Johnny wasn’t capable of giving that to you.

“You’re gonna get it.” He promises, feeling your cunt start to relax and he pulls out of you to turn you on your back. Throwing your legs back up into his shoulders, Dave wastes no time slamming back into you to start pounding you into the couch like he imagined when he was watching Johnny fucking you, folding you over to make sure he can plunge deep.

“Shit. Oh shit.” You squeal, he’s so deep inside of you. You feel like he’s in your guts. “Fuck baby. Oh fuck.” You sob, sounding authentic, not faking it like you did with Johnny. “Oh my God.” You whine, cupping your tits as he fucks you like it’s his last day on earth.

“That’s it, fuck, you’re so slutty.” Dave hisses, loving the way your cunt just floods his cock with your juices, every time he thrusts into you more coats him. It’s dripping down his thighs and his balls. Reaching up, he slaps your cheek lightly, not enough to hurt you. “My whore.” He growls, grabbing your throat and squeezing like he had imagined so many times. He could never do this to Carol, she didn’t like anything but basic lovemaking, but you are different. You will give him what he needs.

You grip his forearm as he fucks into you, making you moan and writhe. He grips your neck a little tighter and it cuts off some of your air, making you choke but your cunt squeezes his cock. You love this. It’s filthy and everything you’ve ever wanted.

“You love this.” He coos mocking, grinning over at where your boyfriend has his eyes closed. “Open your fucking eyes.” He orders, pointing the gun back at Johnny and his pace falters slightly. “Watch her get fucked. Every second of my cock inside you, you watch. Knowing you can’t give her this.”

You gasp, hating that you’re so turned on by his authority, and you whimper when he hits something incredible inside of you. Johnny opens his eyes, the look in them is heartbroken and it kills you to know that it’s over between you. He’d never want you now and you don’t know if you would want him after experiencing Dave. “Shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum.” You squeal, feeling how close you are.

Gritting his teeth, your squeal just makes him rock into you harder. Wanting to see how hard you cum, Dave holds the gun up to your head and pulls the trigger.

Fuck, it’s wrong. It’s so wrong. But you cum when he pulls the trigger. The way your life flashes before your eyes as you wonder if he’s just killed you only to hear the click of the trigger and nothing else. It’s the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to you and you gush, soaking him with your cum as you sob his name.

Dave groans, feeling your cum soak him. Making him hiss, flexing his finger and dropping the gun as he lunges forward. Folding you over as he presses his lips to yours and buries his cock deep as he can get it, coating your walls in hot ropes of his seed.

You pant against his mouth, hands wrapping around his shoulders, and you pull him even closer, “Dave. Dave. Dave.” You whine into his mouth, his cock twitching inside of you and he pushes his cum out of you with each rock of his hips.

He practically grins against your lips in satisfaction. Feeling you pull him closer is his personal triumph, getting you to admit that you need what he gives you. Riding out his orgasm before he pulls back to see your body just sag into the couch as he admires his cum starting to well up in your abused pussy.

You open your eyes, looking up at Dave as he shifts off of you, leaning back to admire his cum after pulling out of your cunt. “That’s how you’re supposed to fuck her. That’s how she should look. Wrecked. Ruined.” Dave tells Johnny who is crying, blinking to stop himself from closing his eyes, fearful of Dave despite the gun being set aside.

Dave stands, starting to pull his clothes back on and picks up his gun. “You drove up here, so I’m going to take Johnny down to the bus station.” He tells you. “Safe to say he won’t be staying.”

You are too dazed to really think about it. You nod, knowing you will have to call Johnny and break up formally but you doubt he will ever talk to you again. "I'm sorry Johnny." You whisper, watching Dave untie him from the chair but not ungag your boyfriend who looks equal parts disgusted and scared. You know Dave will send him on his way and then you have no clue what will happen next. You can only hope that he fucks you again.

“Stay here.” Dave shoves Johnny towards the door but doesn’t give him a chance to stop and look at you. Opening the door and pushing him outside before locking it behind him. “Don’t worry.” Dave chuckles quietly as the other man starts to struggle against the rope around his hands. “I won’t leave her alone too long.”

You sigh, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa. The guilt is creeping up on you but the ache in your body pushes it aside. You’ve never been so satisfied and you’re eager for Dave to return, wondering what the next steps are. Part of you worries if he will kill you. You know he’s capable of it. Part of you wonders if he will simply leave you out here to make your way home.

Dave drives Johnny five miles away from the cabin, turning down an old dirt road that leads to an abandoned property. “You don’t have to worry.” Dave chuckles as he parks the car. “Everything will be fine.” He gets out and rounds the car, pulling an increasingly frantic Johnny out. “Shut up.” He hisses, pushing him up against the car and searching for his phone. He smirks when he pulls it out of his left pocket. “You are going to break up with her. Tell her that you never want to see her again.” He chuckles and puts the now loaded gun up to his temple and urges him away from the car. “Let me show you where I’m going to dump your body.” He taunts. “There’s a very nice, dry well. Perfect for you to rot in.”

Johnny cries, sobbing as Dave pushes him towards the well and he knows he has one chance to fight. He spins around, trying to knock the gun from Dave’s hand and he succeeds, deciding to run. He sprints, his hands still bound, and he can barely breathe with the gag in his mouth. “Fucker.” Dave hisses, scrambling to pick up the gun to run after the younger man. When he catches up, he aims and shoots him in the head, watching the body fall to the ground. “Had to make it messy, huh?” Dave huffs as he drags his body to the well. No one would find Johnny.

After he’s unlocked Johnny’s phone with the Face ID, he shoves the body into the well and smirks as he flips through your texts. Frowning slightly when he sees the exchange where he had been trying to convince you to leave your job with the girls, wanting you to move in with him. “Asshole.” He hisses, angrily typing out the breakup message to you, signaling the end of your relationship permanently. After he sends the message, he blocks your number and shuts the phone down, throwing it into the well, along with his body and hums to himself as he walks back to his car. Now he just needs to deal with you.

You stumble from the bathroom, having peed and cleaned up, when you hear your phone ding. Picking it up, you frown when you see the message from Johnny and open it. 

I’m sorry. I can’t do this. Knowing you’ve been his whore and let him fuck you shows what kind of person you are. You are disgusting and I never want to see you again. I hope he satisfies your slutty needs and he’s gonna break your heart. Good luck. 

The message makes you tear up, not able to refute his claims that Dave will break your heart. You know that. He’s probably on his way back now to do just that. You pull on your shirt and panties and sit on the sofa, typing a message back. 

I’m so sorry, Johnny. I do love you. He just gave me what I needed. Can we please talk? I don’t want to end things like this. You hit send and the message never says delivered. He’s blocked you. That makes you cry, mourning the safe, yet boring relationship you had with Johnny.

Pulling back up to the cabin, Dave is happy to see your car still there. Scoffing to himself because Johnny had been happy to let you whisk him away rather than him doing it to you. Knowing it’s slightly sexist, but he doesn’t give a shit. You need a man to take care of you, and Dave is going to be that man. “I’m back.” He announces, walking back into the main room and frowning when he sees you crying. “What’s wrong?”

You sniff, wiping your eyes when you see Dave. “Johnny broke up with me.” You gesture to your phone and Dave wants to roll his eyes. 

“And that’s a bad thing?” He asks and you bite your lip. 

“I- I don’t know. I feel guilty. I- I fucked you in front of my boyfriend and now he’s - oh God. Carol. And the girls. I- shit.” You start to panic, realizing how wrong this all is.

“Don’t.” Dave shakes his head, sitting down and reaching out for you. He doesn’t care about what you are feeling but he has to pretend like he does. “Fuck that loser, or- don’t fuck him. He couldn’t make you cum. And Carol isn’t going to find out about this.”

“How do you know? I - I can’t look her in the eyes when we go back home. She- she’s gonna know. I can feel it. Oh God. This was so wrong. You shouldn’t have done this. You were supposed to be at home and now I- fuck.” You cling to him, soaking his shirt with your tears.

“Hush.” Dave insists, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. Some people just can’t have a poker face and you are one of them. Not that it matters. His hand slides down into your panties and he pinches your clit. “Don’t think about it.” He growls. “Think about what I’m going to do to you right now. In my bed.”

You choke on your sob, his fingers rubbing your clit has you whimpering. The alternations between pinching and rubbing make you moan and your tears run down your cheeks but you stop sobbing. “Fuck. Dave.” You whine, turning your head to kiss his neck.

“That’s it, concentrate on how much you want it.” He groans, his flaccid cock twitching. He always has wanted to fuck someone after he’s killed and he’s going to get to, the gunpowder still fresh on his skin. “You need it. You need what I’m going to do to you.” He bites down roughly on your shoulder, sure that his teeth will leave impressions through your shirt.

"I do. I really do." You gasp, grinding down onto his fingers. He smells like smoke, something you can't put your finger on, but you love it. It smells like Dave. "More. Need more." You whine and cry out when he slaps your cunt with his palm. 

"Patience." He demands and you whimper, "please Dave."

Dave smirks, enjoying how eager you are for him. He pushes a finger deep inside your cunt and curls it up. “When I am here, you are to wear nothing.” He orders harshly, pumping his finger before adding another. “You will be ready to take my cock in whatever hole I want to fuck.”

“Yes. Yes. I’ll be ready. I’ll be ready. I’m yours. Have been yours. Just - I need more.” You beg, lost in the pleasure to really take note of his words. You reach out to squeeze his cock through his pants, wanting more of him.

Dave growls, rocking his hips up, “take your fucking shirt off before I cut it off.” He demands, wanting to bite and suck on your tits. Eager to leave his teeth marks on your skin. To make you feel him when he leaves tonight. He pushes his fingers deep and rough. “Now.”

You scramble to follow his order, pulling the shirt over your head to expose your tits to his hungry gaze. He surges down to bite down on your nipple, making you cry out in both pleasure and pain. His fingers curl deep inside of you and you’re so close. He unravels you impossibly fast until finally, you clamp down on his digits, his teeth buried in your breast.

Dave groans in delight, feeling his teeth break the skin and the coppery tang of your blood floods his taste buds. Not enough to really do damage but from the way you clench around him, you love it.

You pant as he slows his fingers, letting you enjoy your orgasm and your eyes are still closed when he tells you to look at him. “You’re mine now.” 

You nod, “I’m yours. I- I always have been.” You tell him truthfully.

“Good.” Dave pulls his fingers out of your cunt and shoves them into your mouth, nearly gagging you. “Now, your going to go into the bedroom and spread yourself on my bed, I need to get the toy you will have in your cunt while I fuck your ass.”

You shouldn’t shake with anticipation but you’ve never done anal before. None of your boyfriends were interested in the prep work and you wonder if Dave is the same. If he’s gonna just try to stick it in. You stand on shaky legs and make your way to the bed, kneeling on it and spreading your knees to display your cunt and puckered hole.

When he had come into the cabin, he had dropped a duffel bag near the door. All the supplies he needs inside, he unzips it, removing a toy, a bottle of lube and the handcuffs. The collar and chain are left in the bottom, along with the padlocks he had brought to secure the cabin. Taking them into the bedroom, he grunts in satisfaction when he sees you kneeling. “Has anyone every fucked your ass?”

You shake your head. “No. No one has.” You admit, hissing when he smacks your ass over the welts that are still sensitive from his rough treatment earlier. “You can. I want you to. Just - just be gentle.” You plead, knowing he won’t but maybe he will consider it.

He snorts, pulling your hands behind your back and slapping the cuffs on them. “Depends on how good you are for me.” He won’t be too rough, he wants you to anticipate him fucking you rather than trying to shy away. Leaning over and grinning, Dave spits on your puckered hold and reaches out to massage it into your skin.

"Shit." You hiss at the new sensation. No one has done this to you and you already fucking love it. "Fuck Dave." You pant when he pushes his finger a little deeper inside of you.  "I'll be good." You promise, arching your back and your abused cunt clenches around nothing.

“I know you will.” Dave coos, pulling his finger out and coating it with lube so he can push it back inside you. “You know what I’m capable of. What I could do to you.” He chuckles when your tight hole clenches around his digits. “You like that I’m a killer.”

You can’t deny it. It turns you on to know what he’s capable of. “Oh fuck baby. Yes. Yes I do.” You confess, “I love it. I want you to be the one to fuck my ass.” You tell him breathlessly and you gasp when he adds another finger to stretch you out.

The sounds are slick and you aren’t pulling away as he starts to pump and scissor two fingers inside your ass. Making him groan at the sight of your clenching cunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are nice and filled up.” He grins, picking up the dildo he had formed from his own cock using one of those kits. “My cock will be the last one you have inside you. Even a toy.”

You hear him squirt lube onto the dildo and you gasp when you feel the silicone press against your cunt. You moan when he starts to push the toy inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You squeal, trying to relax around the girth and you realize that the toy is as thick as Dave.

He chuckles, admiring the way your lips stretch around the toy. “You look good like this, even better when my cock is in your ass.” He taunts.

You pant as he works the toy in and out of you, his fingers scissoring your ass open and you collapse forward, resting your cheek on the sheets, your fingers flexing in the handcuffs. “Please, baby. I need you inside of me.”

He chuckles again and pulls his fingers out of your ass. “You’re ready to be full, huh?” He slaps your ass, leaving the toy inside your cunt as he slathers his cock in lube. He wants it to be slick, for himself and for you taking his cock in your ass for the first time. 

“Yes.” You whimper, making him smirk as he slaps your ass and shuffles closer.

You pant as he presses the head of his cock against your puckered hole and you hold your breath as he starts to push inside of you. It hurts, but you can handle it. His hand caresses your back, “breathe.” He orders and you exhale shakily, inhaling deeply on the next breath. He’s so thick it stings but you want this. You try to relax so you can take as much of him as possible.

Unlike the first time he pushed inside your cunt, Dave takes his time. Works himself an inch at a time. Aware that this is new, plus you still have the toy filling up the other hole on the other side of the thin skin. He can feel the ridges in the silicone and he groans as he rocks into you. “Fuck- fuck you’re going to be so good for me? Taking this cock and a toy aren’t you? You’ll let me do anything I want to you.”

You nod, “yes. Whatever you want. I love - I love it.” You tell him, groaning when he starts to move inside of you. “Yes. Oh yes baby.” You pant when he starts to move faster and he’s gripping the toy, working that in and out too. It’s more than you’ve ever felt and you are already on the edge.

“Fuck, fuck you’re so-“ Dave groans, gritting his teeth and biting off his words when you spasm around him, close to cumming already. “Shiiiit.” He hisses, rocking his hips faster, slapping them against your ass as he works up to a frantic pace.

You squeal when he picks up the pace, pushing into you over and over again. “Yes. Yes! Keep - keep going. Keep going. I - fuck. You’re gonna make me - Dave. Oh Dave!” You clamp down on the toy, squeezing it inside of your walls and you squeeze Dave, shaking as you sob into the sheets at the intensity of your orgasm.

“God, you’re such a perfect little slut.” Dave groans, slowing down and rocking his hips a lot slower than before. He wants you exhausted by the time he is done with you. He needs you to sleep while he closes up the house. “That’s good baby, fuck, you’re so tight.” He praises, caressing your spine. “Want you to cum again. You’re gonna come for me again.”

You recover against the bedsheets, trying to catch your breath while Dave caresses your spine, until he starts to fuck you again. This time, he’s slower. Not as rushed as he rocks his hips, and you try to grind back onto him, arms aching from the handcuffs but you daren’t ask him to remove them.

Looking down, he watches his cock move inside you. Aware that he is recording this very moment on the camera system to keep and watch back whenever he wants. “Gonna fuck you every week.” He groans, twitching inside you. “First you’re going to suck my cock. Kneel down and take my cock down your throat while I finish up work.” He tells you, like he’s explaining how things will go. Because he is. “Then I’m going to fuck your cunt full.”

"Oh God." His words make you burn and you want that, you want him. Every fucking day. "Yes. Yes. My pussy is yours, Dave. I belong to you." You promise, tears stinging in your eyes as your wildest dreams come true. "I need you. I need this."

“You are mine.” He groans, rocking his hips faster and he reaches around you to slap your clit and rub it harshly. “Forever. You’re mine. Mine. You’re going to give me more kids.”

You wonder if he’s just babbling or if he means it. It’s hard to not give into the fantasy. You want him to knock you up, claim you in every way. But you know that if you were lucid, you would be terrified to get knocked up by a married man. “Yes. Yes. Gonna have your babies. As many as you want.”

He snarls, closing his eyes and gripping your hips harshly as he starts fucking into you harshly again. Rubbing your clit in a desperate effort for you to cum again. His control slipping at your acceptance of what he has planned for you. “Yes, fuck, yes, cum for me.”

You can't deny him, clamping down on the toy that is still inside of you, while his cock pushes deep and his fingers play with your clit. "Oh my - fuck!" You scream, almost blacking out from the pleasure. This is what you've wanted, what you've craved since you started working for the Yorks. Now you've got it, your entire body is on fire.

He feels your body give out, collapsing against the bed and flattening out so he just follows you. Still fucking into your ass like a man possessed and his hand trapped between you and the bed, rubbing your clit. He growls out your name, burying his cock deep and filling you with another load of his cum, pulsing deep inside the other hole he had claimed.

You can't open your eyes, you can't move. Knowing he's cum inside of you again, and the way he growled your name, it's more than you can bear. "Fuck. I- I love you. I love you. I love you." You sob, knowing he won't reply but you want him to know.

He doesn’t love you. He can’t. Not when he has the girls and Carol and all the shit that he does. But he does want you. You’re his. He rides out his high and starts to slowly ease out of you once he’s done.

You sigh when he pulls out of you, slowly removing the toy too and you feel so empty. His cum drips out of you, and you want him to take the handcuffs off and cuddle you but he won’t. He will probably uncuff you and then send you on your way. “Thank you.” You murmur, knowing how good this was and you know you’ll need him again soon.

Dave caresses your ass for a moment before he moves towards the bathroom. He needs to clean you up. “I’ll uncuff you in just a second.” He promises, grabbing the toy and bringing it with him.

You watch him come back in with the rag, hissing as he cleans up your abused holes, and you sigh when he unlocks the  cuffs, rubbing your wrists. “Did you enjoy it?” You ask him softly, wanting him to have loved being inside of you.

“Obsessed.” Dave answers with an honest smirk. He knows that you are going to want reassurance and intimacy so he motions for you to get under the covers and pulls them back to get into the bed with you. “I’ll be thinking about it when I’m not inside you.”

Your eyes widen as he slides into bed beside you and you are surprised when he wraps his arms around you. You smile, shifting back to snuggle into him, breathing him in. You don’t know what tomorrow will bring but you have him tonight. He strokes along your stomach and you are lulled into sleep, exhausted from the sex and the events of the day.

He waits until you are softly snoring, slipping out of the bed and picking up your phone to type out another text message, one that would be sent to his phone. Smirking to himself as he hits send, removes your SIM card and erases it. He’s had your password for a long time and now he’s used it. Redressing and stepping out with the bag and padlocks to start shuttering the cabin windows. With you inside.

****

You blink as you wake up, confused by your surroundings until you remember that Dave had fallen asleep beside you. You sigh and turn over in bed, frowning when you feel the cold sheets beside you. He’s gone. You knew he would leave but a small part of you hoped he would stay. You get out of the bed, shrugging on your robe that you’d brought with you, and you frown when you see the cabin is in darkness. You walk over to the window to open the curtains and you gasp when you find it shut up. Starting to panic, you go through each window, finding each one boarded up, and you rush over to the front door. Screaming when you find it locked, you tug on the handle with no use. You’re locked in. “Dave! Dave! Dave!” You shout, praying he’s still here and this is some kind of joke. You rush around the cabin but he’s nowhere to be found. “Oh my God.” You panic, chest heaving as you come to realize he’s locked you in.

Watching the screen, Dave sees you panicking. He picks up his cell phone to dial the cabin. He’s set it up so that only he can dial in, there are no outgoing calls to be made. He watches you jump when the phone peels and you rush over to it. “Dave! What- what is going on? What - why are you doing this?” You cry, making him exhale slowly, keeping his patience for now. 

“You said you’re mine.” He reminds you quietly. “You didn’t want Carol to find out. So this is perfect. You will stay here, I’ll be up to see you every couple of days and bring you supplies.” He rasps into the phone. “I can see you on the cameras and I’ll call you once a day. Tell me if you need me to bring you anything. And when I come, you can have me just like you said you wanted.”

Your hands shake as you look around the cabin, trying to spot the cameras and you think you see one in the corner. “Please don’t do this. I- I wouldn’t tell Carol. It would be our little secret. I don’t - please Dave. I can be a good girl. I won’t tell anyone. Just - just come and let me out. Please. I - fucking let me out of here!” You shout down the phone, losing your cool as you start to have a panic attack at the fact that he’s locked you in the cabin.

“Ah ah ah.” Dave tuts disappointedly. “A good girl wouldn’t yell about her situation.” He tells you. “I’ll be back in three days, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll bring those cookies you love. And you don’t have to worry about Johnny.” He decides to tell you the truth. “I killed him. And you texted me, telling me that you were quitting to move in with him. So Carol won’t wonder where you’ve gone.”

You sob, hearing the truth that Dave killed Johnny. He didn’t deserve to die. He was a good man. You nearly drop the phone, covering your mouth to smother your sob but know Dave can see it on the camera. “Don’t be sad. Now we can be together. When I want. I’m gonna have you forever. You’re mine now.” Dave declares and hangs up the phone. 

You frantically try to call back on the phone but the line is dead. You press the numbers over and over with no response so you finally slump down onto the floor. Dave killed Johnny and now you are his prisoner. Your selfishness has ruined everything, Dave has destroyed everything. You cry for Johnny, for your future, and you know you won’t make it out of here alive. Dave won’t let you go now. You’ll be his. Forever.

[seonghwaddict]

EYES DON'T LIE — ii. room 323.

synopsis. you've always resented jeong yunho, and you were positive that the end of high school would've marked the end of your rivalry and hatred. yet now you find yourself in the same crappy hotel as him. assigned to be right next to each other much like the good old times. pairing. jeong yunho x fem! reader. genre. mini-series, fluff, slice of life, mature, academic rivals to lovers, non-idol au. chapter warnings. mentions of infidelity, heartbreak, angst, swearing. word count. 1k

chapter i. chapter ii. chapter iii.

after high school, you never once thought about yunho.

that was a lie.

you did for the first few weeks into college but soon enough, you outgrew the childish tendencies and pettiness of teenagers and focused on your own life. you went to a top college and graduated at the top of your year you didn’t have to share the number one spot this time. somewhere in the four years of college, you met min daehyun.

on the surface he seemed like a very average person. but as you got to know him and learned about the inner workings of his personality, you found yourself getting more and more interested in him. and it seemed that he felt the same way because only a few months after you had met, he asked you out.

after graduating, the two of you stuck together and even moved into an apartment together in busan. and then, when both of you found good, stable jobs, he popped the question. he proposed to you under the starry night as the two of you lounged on a picnic blanket on the sandy beach of busan. and you said yes.

because you love him.

you love loved him.

loved.

weeks ago, your fiancé left for a three-week-long business trip in seoul. he’d been working awfully hard for the past months and neither of you had much time to yourself. so you took the opportunity to surprise him.

in the final week that he’d be gone, you booked two tickets to fly to jeju island from seoul, a weekend-long romantic getaway. just the two of you. once the tickets were booked, you packed your stuff and hopped on the next train, excited as you imagined the surprise on his face when you sauntered into his hotel room with your surprise.

and surprised he was.

so much so that his dick immediately slipped out of the woman he had in his bed. of course, as any fiancé does when caught red handed in the act of cheating, he rushed over to you, pulling on his clothes and spewing excuses faster than he could shatter your heart.

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear!” he cried as if you hadn’t just seen him balls deep in a random woman—who was currently glaring at him, though much less intently as you. once your mind caught up to what was happening and processed the utter betrayal, you slapped him across the face and stormed out, riding the painfully slow elevator back down. when you saw the woman in the lobby later, she made sure to apologise profusely and swore on her mother’s life that he said he was single.

you stayed just long enough to assure her that you didn’t blame her at all you weren’t sure if she could understand you through your sobbing and promptly left the hotel. unsure of where to go, unfamiliar with the big city. without many options, you stayed at the nearest hotel you set your eyes on. completely unaware of what you’d find.

it wasn’t anything fancy. quite the opposite, really. the paint on the walls looked like it was chipping off, and the floor creaked with every step you took to get to the front desk. the place smelled odd, though you couldn’t quite name the scent. looking around, you spot some worn down couches next to the elevator on the left, you supposed they were for guests who had to wait for a long time to get to check in or out, and a bar a little ways to the right. it didn’t seem occupied at all, the only people in sight being the bartender and two older men conversing over drinks by the window.

the man at the front desk was nice enough. he asked about the basics—how long were you staying (undecided), how many people (t- one), cash or card (card), become a member to get bar discounts (no, thank- actually, y-yeah, yes please). he made quick work of typing you into the system and arranging a room for you, handing you your room key as his furrowed eyes looked you over. you thanked him quietly and made your way to the elevator.

it took a couple minutes for the elevator to arrive, but you didn’t expect quick service in a place like this. after hitting the button to the third floor a dozen times and standing in silence for another couple minutes, the metal doors finally slid open to the floor you were meant to stay on.

slowly you passed by the doors, rubbing your eyes and squinting when your vision wouldn’t focus through the tears. 318, 319, 320, 321 and then finally your room, 322. it was the second to last door at the very end of the long and narrow hallway, beyond the next room was a window that led to the fire escape, cracked up just a bit to provide ventilation.

it took you several tries to get the key into the key hole, a fact that had you so frustrated you nearly gave up and threw the key out the window, but you succeeded eventually. as you pushed your door open, the door of the neighbouring room opened and your temporary neighbour stepped out.

after a second of consideration, you decided it would only be polite to greet the person, especially since you were standing right next to each other anyway. so you looked up, planning to bid him a good night before disappearing into your room. but as you opened your mouth to speak and he looked up, your breath caught in your throat as you and the stranger the man stared at each other.

because it was none other than jeong fucking yunho standing right outside room 323.

[ lilo's notes . . . ] oh me oh my!! who would've thought they'd end up in the same hotel, right next to each other?! *gasp* this is what i meant with i'm sorry for what i was about to do to yn </3

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[rhettabbotts]

smut prompt 139 with rhett??

you give me fever - rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: you did a little shopping for your weekend getaway with rhett and you can’t wait to show him what you bought.

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only. smut. afab reader. age gap (reader is mid 20s, rhett is late 30s). unprotected sex (has been discussed beforehand, wrap it up folks). dirty talk. daddy kink. oral (m and f receiving). riding. breeding kink. creampie. i believe that is all.

prompt: “i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

a/n: surprise! here’s the dilf rhett fic i promised months ago! if it sucks you didn’t see this.. a big thank you to jo @mayhem24-7forever for looking this over for me love you mwah!

“I’ll meet you at 6.”

You sucked in a deep breath as you read the text repeatedly. Four hours until six and you were already a trembling mess. Rhett had suggested going out of town for the weekend one night a couple of weeks prior as you laid in his arms. You were ecstatic about being with him for a full weekend. Since the beginning of your relationship you had never had an entire weekend of uninterrupted time together.

Rhett had been divorced for nearly three years by the time he hired you as the babysitter. He had two beautiful girls who you adored like your own. His wife had left him unexpectedly, running off with his best friend who she had been secretly sleeping with for a year before leaving Rhett. It broke Rhett’s heart and his girls were young, almost too young to understand why their mother moved away. He tried it on his own for a while but once they both started school, he knew he needed the help.

His mother suggested you to him. She knew that you were in between jobs after finishing grad school, returning home for a while. You didn’t think babysitting was in your cards but when you met Rhett and then met his girls, you knew you were meant for the job. Rhett felt the same way. There was something about you being there with them that just felt right. His girls were laughing everyday and you even had him smiling - a lot more than he has the past few years.

Tensions were rising between you and Rhett as the months passed by. Flirtatious comments were exchanged on the daily but you never dreamed anything would come from it.

You weren’t sure how it happened, you weren’t planning on it to happen but one night when you stayed for a glass of wine you kissed him. It was an innocent kiss, a small peck to the lips that was barely there but you couldn’t deny the spark you felt when you felt his stubble brush against your skin.

Rhett had set his wine glass down and you were afraid he was going to tell you off, tell you to leave and never come back but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed your face with both of his hands, his palms warm and callused. He looked at you in a way you have never been looked at before. It sent chills over your entire body.

“Honey…” Rhett whispered deeply. His nose knocked against your own before pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

He was kissing you, months of want seeping out through the rough kiss.

From that moment on, it was hard to keep your hands off each other. It had been nearly six months and you were both still insatiable.

So, when Rhett suggested a weekend away with just the two of you, you couldn’t resist.

Your room looked like a tornado had torn through it with the copious amount of clothes you had strewn all over the place. You couldn’t decide what to pack, knowing clothes weren’t going to matter. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t leave the room the entire time. You settled on one nice outfit and comfortable loungewear for the rest of the time. One thing you made sure to pack was the small black shopping bag you had sitting on your dresser.

You went shopping on your day off, picking out several new pieces of lingerie to surprise Rhett with. You bought a baby blue matching set. Flowers embroidered on the mesh material of the bra and panties, complete with a see through negligee. You felt beautiful in it, sexy even. You knew Rhett would love it.

As you drove to the hotel an hour outside of Wabang, you tried to calm your nerves. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, but you couldn’t stop taking in shaky breaths the closer you got. As you pulled into the parking lot, Rhett was leaning against the side of his truck. His arms were crossed over his chest and the shirt sleeves of the black tee strained over his biceps.

His lazy grin puts you at ease. It was just Rhett, there was nothing to be nervous about.

You parked beside him and hopped out of the driver’s seat, barely shutting your door before making your way towards him. He pulled you into him the second you were within reach, strong arms enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“Missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me, Rhett.” You joked, poking his side with your index finger.

He shut you up with a firm kiss, hands sliding down into the back pockets of your jeans. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your throat, which led to his tongue teasing your bottom lip.

“We should- we should go check in.”

He held onto your hand the entire time, thumb gently rubbing the back of your thumb as the front desk employee checked you in.

“Here are your room keys. Breakfast is served from 7-9 in the mornings. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott.”

“We’re n-“

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a night evening.” He muttered, hand keeping slight pressure on your lower back as he ushered you out the front door and to your vehicles to collect your bags. You were silent on the elevator ride to your room, your fingers tapping on the handle of your duffle.

Mrs. Abbott. You couldn’t deny the way those two words caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. How they caused your heart to contract and your palms to sweat. Rhett didn’t correct her. Why? He probably didn’t want to be rude - but it still made your mind wander.

The elevator dinged to signal you had arrived at your floor, shaking you out of your thoughts. Rhett flashed you a smile, grabbing your hand once more for you to follow him down the hall. You glanced at the numbers plastered on the cream colored doors, taking note of the plush carpet that lined the floor. This place was nice, but you didn’t realize how nice until you made it to your room.

Room 435.

Rhett pressed the key to the detector and the lock clicked open. Inside, you were met with the most beautiful room. The layout was spacious, looking more like a small apartment rather than a hotel room. There was a king sized bed that stretched out into the middle of the floor, a couch and large flat screen television. A small kitchenette was to your right as you walked through the door and there was a big window with a breathtaking view.

“Rhett, you really shouldn’t have,” you began but he stopped you before you could continue by pressing a finger to your lips.

“I wanted to treat my girl,” he stated, taking your bags and sitting them in one of the chairs at the small dining table. “How about we order some room service and relax?”

All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed with how he was treating you. Your mind started wandering again, thinking maybe this was more than just temporary. You had already established your relationship, knowing that you wanted to be together but you were still keeping it on the down low, not disclosing it to anyone but those close to you. But his lack of response to you being called Mrs. Abbott… you couldn’t help but think about what your future with Rhett held.

Rhett smiled softly at you as he called the front desk, ordering a spread of food for the two of you to enjoy. You ate in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. You fed him some of your dessert, rolling your eyes as he moaned dramatically around the fork.

“So… I have a surprise,” you said, chuckling at the way Rhett straightened in his seat across from you.

“What is it?”

“I, uh.. I bought a few new pieces of lingerie. You want me to model them for you?”

His eyes darkened almost instantly, lips quirked up at the corner.

“You wanna put on a show for me?” His voice was husky, thick with desire already. You smiled sweetly at him, moving from your chair and over to stand in between his spread legs. Placing a small kiss to his cheek as his hands traced up the backs of your thighs.

“Wait on the bed for me, daddy.”

You plucked the bag out of your duffle, making your way into the large en-suite bathroom. You placed the delicate material out on the counter before touching up your makeup. Your heart was thrumming in your chest in anticipation. After you slipped the lingerie on your body, you ruffled your hair to give it a little volume. You shook your hands a few times to get rid of some anxiousness and opened the door. The entry to the bathroom faced the end of the bed and Rhett’s eyes dragged over your body, devouring you with his stare.

“Goddamn, baby. Look at you,” he spoke, sounding winded. His thighs spread wide as he looked at you. Your cheeks felt hot, not knowing what to do with your hands or how to stand. “Did you buy that just for me?”

“Mhmm.”

“Come closer. Let me see you.”

You moved towards him slowly, fingers playing with the hem of the short negligee as you stood in front of the man before you. He raised his hand, index finger pointed to the ceiling as he gestured for you to spin for him. You did just that, twirling without hurry, wanting him to take it all in. When you faced him again, his hand scrubbed over his stubbled jaw. Tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Even in the low lighting you could see the greys that lined his temples. You felt like a gazelle caught in the line of sight of a hungry lion. The way he was looking at your body made your thighs clench. Your heartbeat quickened as he beckoned you over with the crook of his finger.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Getting all dolled up to surprise daddy.”

His rough hands rubbed over the backs of your thighs once more, this time without any barrier. Rhett massaged the meat of your legs, roaming under the lace to grab two handfuls of your ass. He pulled you close to him, head resting against your stomach as he let his fingers trace the edges of the panties. He pulled back to look up at you from under his lashes, blue eyes pinning you in place.

“The things I want to do to you right now, honey.”

“Let me take care of you, daddy.”

You kneeled between his legs, the carpet providing a slight cushion. Your hands hastily fiddled with his belt, wanting your mouth on him as soon as possible. He took pity, seeing as how you couldn’t quite get the buckle undone in your rush. He did it so easily it made you huff out of slight annoyance. You sat back on your heels and waited patiently, hands folded in your lap. Rhett tugged his jeans off, tossing them to the side. There he sat in front of you in just his black boxer briefs and black t-shirt, both clinging to him in ways that made your mouth water.

He palmed himself through his boxers a few times before discarding his shirt, joining the ever growing pile of clothes. You chewed on your bottom lip as it was your turn to look over his body. His broad shoulders and chest were on display. His soft stomach and the love handles that you adored so much were begging to be touched. You reached for him, fingers gripping the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down his thick thighs. His hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and you wasted no time in licking a line from the base to the tip, collecting the droplet of precum on your tongue.

Rhett inhaled sharply as you continued with small kitten licks on the head. You wrapped your lips around it, bobbing your head to take more of his length into your mouth. He felt heavy in your mouth, the weight of it causing you to gag slightly. His hand pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

Having him in your mouth like this gave you a sense of power. Rhett was putty in your hands when you sucked him off.

Your short nails scraped along his thighs, smirking around him as you felt him shiver. His thighs were extremely sensitive, just one of many things you had learned about Rhett since you started sleeping together.

The grip on your hair tightened as you took him deeper into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat just barely. You spread your knees and arched your back, causing the negligee to slip up and put your ass on display. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as Rhett lightly thrusted his hips up into your mouth.

He tugged on your hair until he slid out of your mouth with a slight pop. A spit trail followed in its wake and you whined in protest. You had wanted him to cum in your mouth, pouting up at him. Rhett’s chest heaved as he looked down to you, fingers still tangled in your hair.

“As much as I love coming in that sinful mouth, I think I should take care of you. I know you’re desperate for it.”

He hauled you to your feet easily. You always forgot how strong he actually was. Years of working on the ranch giving him the strength of an ox. A giggle escaped you as he manhandled you to the bed. He towered over you, kneeling above you as he traced his thumbs across your bent knees.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“Want you,” you replied quietly.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that.”

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the lingerie above your hips. He thumbed the thin waistband of your panties, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he spread your legs wide and noticed the wet patch through the scrap of fabric.

“Oh, honey. You’re so wet for daddy, aren’t you. Just dying for me to play with that pretty pussy. C’mon, tell daddy what you want him to do.”

You moaned at his words, canting your hips towards him, silently begging him.

“Want you to- want your mouth on me. Please.”

“Now, was that so hard?”

He slid down the mattress until he was on his stomach, mouth mere inches from where you craved to feel him. Pressing your thighs back towards your chest he moved towards your heat.

He placed a light open-mouthed kiss to your cunt through the panties, tongue starting at your hole and licking a long stripe to your clit. You keened loudly, bucking your hips against his mouth as he sucked on the sensitive bud over the fabric. You could feel his spit cooling on it and you so desperately wanted him to tear them off and get his mouth on you properly.

“Daddy,” you whined out, fingers gripping his greying locks.

He knew what you wanted and who was he to deny his best girl?

You heard it before you felt it, a tearing of thread hit your ears before you felt the sting of the panties being ripped from your body. A gasp emitted from your lips as he threw the shredded underwear over his shoulder and mouth attached to your wet pussy, tongue delving into your dripping hole. The action caused your back to arch off the bed and a shattered breath to escape you, leaving you no time to be upset over your now destroyed underwear.

Rhett’s nose bumped against your clit as his pointed tongue circled your entrance. He shook his head slightly, moving side to side to stimulate the bundle of nerves. You raised your head from the pillows to look down at him and was met with him staring into your eyes. At that moment, his gaze trapped you. You couldn’t look away even if you tried.

He moved to wrap his lips around your clit, suctioning onto the bud. You moaned loudly, not caring who heard you. Your thighs clenched around his head as he sucked hard. His middle finger slid inside, curling up and immediately finding that spongy spot.

Between his attack on your clit and g-spot, you were coming on his mouth. A flash of white-hot heat washed over you as you released onto his tongue. He helped you come down from your high, placing one last kiss to your oversensitive clit before pulling away.

Your thighs ached and you could already feel the beginnings of stubble burn. Rhett rested his head against your stomach, fingertips tracing against the red spot on your hip bone. Your fingers threaded through his hair to pull his head up.

“Come up here, please,” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

He crawled up your body, groaning as you pulled him down into a kiss. Your tongue slid into his mouth, moaning slightly at the taste of yourself on him. You stayed like that for a while, kissing each other and barely pulling away for air. Rhett’s hands groped at your breasts, roughly grabbing at the mounds which caused you to arch up into the touch.

“Want you to ride me while you’re wearing this pretty lingerie. Can you do that, baby?”

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. C’mere,” he said, rolling off of you and moving to press his back against the headboard. He maneuvered you into his lap, his waist spreading your thighs. You felt his cock slide between your slick folds, the tip nudging against your clit as you grinded against him.

“Stop being a little cocktease,” Rhett growled, hands gripping your hips to stop your movements. You grinned at him before taking him in your hand, lining him up to slide inside your heat.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his cock as you were fully seated on him. You stayed like that for a minute, adjusting to his size in this position. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, nails digging into the bull tattoo on his right pectoral.

“Feel s’full,” you slurred out, mustering up all your strength to stay upright.

“Yeah, baby. I can feel you clenching around me. Ride me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you want it.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, giving you the leverage to raise your hips. His tip was barely inside before you seated yourself down on him again. You continued this speed for a bit, getting into a comfortable rhythm. You started bouncing faster, the head of his cock bumping against your g-spot deliciously. Rhett’s hands kept a bruising grip on your thighs, eyes hooded as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that. Look so perfect riding daddy’s cock.”

You slowed down to a grind, wanting to drag it out as long as you could. Your hands roamed across your own body, groping your breasts and pinching your hardened nipples through the baby blue negligee. He knocked your hands away to replace them with his own, leaning forward to wrap his lips around one nipple.

“When the lady called me Mrs. Abbott, oh, fuck.. you didn’t correct her. Why?” You’re not sure why you brought it up at that moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Kind of liked the sound of it… Did it make you uncomfortable?”

“No… I really liked the sound of it, too” you said in a hushed tone, like you were exposing one of your deepest secrets. Turns out, you were.

“Oh, yeah? Like the thought of being my wife?”

You nodded as you picked up the pace again, wanting to chase that feeling from earlier.

“You want me to make you Mrs. Abbott? Fill you up and have you full of my baby? Everyone would know you’re mine,” Rhett said.

He gripped your hips and braced his feet onto the mattress, thrusting up into your pussy. The force of it caused you to collapse forward, burying your face into his neck and whining loudly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him as his brutal thrusts continued.

“Wanna give you that, honey. Wanna give it all to you. Wanna make you an Abbott. Wanna make you a mama, god. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I want it so bad. Give it to me, Rhett. Give me everything,” you whispered into his ear, nibbling on the earlobe as he moved inside you.

His hand snaked down to your clit, making rough circles against it with his thumb and you were clenching around him before you knew it.

Placing your forehead against Rhett’s to look into those captivating blue eyes as you reached your peak. Your scream got caught in your throat as you came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as Rhett came right after you. His hot release filled you, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling away and looking down at where you were still connected. You could feel him leaking out of you and it made your head spin. You lifted off of him, gasping when some of his cum trailed down your inner thigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before getting up and heading to the bathroom to give a wet washcloth. You jerked as he touched your sensitive cunt.

“Shhh, that’s it. You did so good, sweetheart. Always so good for me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He helped you under the covers after you finished in the bathroom, wrapping his arms tightly around you to pull you close.

“Rhett?”

“Mhm?”

“Did you mean it? About giving me everything?”

He lost out a sigh before pulling you impossibly closer. His nose brushed along your neck before he spoke.

“I would. I would give you anything you wanted. Honey, you make me so happy. You make my girls happy. I love you, and I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. I want it all with you.”

You couldn’t help from tearing up at his words, fingertips grazing along his forearms before turning to face him.

“I love you, Rhett. I love you so much.”

Your noses knocked together once again, something you noticed that was becoming a habit. You let out a wet laugh as a tear fell and Rhett caught it with his thumb. He kissed your forehead and you snuggled closer to him, throwing a leg over his waist.

“If this whole weekend is gonna be like this, it’ll be hard for me to leave.”

“You’ll miss the girls too much. And besides, I wanna see the town anyways since you dragged me all the way out here. I even brought that dress you love.”

“Woman, you spoil me.”

You fell asleep in Rhett’s arms that night, having a much brighter outlook on your future together. And if you dreamed about Rhett carrying a baby boy on his hip that looked just like him, with a gold wedding band adorning his ring finger… well, you couldn’t control yourself.

tagging those who might be interested: @hangmanapologist @sebsxphia @beachbabey @thesluttyarchivist @lt-natrace @lt-bradshaw @bradshawsbitch @buckys-estrella @withahappyrefrain @basiccortez @therebeccaw @rae-gar-targaryen @nobody7102 @mothdruid

[neverevan]

2023 Writing Round-Up 💫

• 15 fics / 138.6k words posted; out of which 8 fics / 67.8k were buddie

Phew, it's been such a productive year, especially the second half, thank you for everyone who tagged along for the ride!! 🤗

(also I'm doing it in reverse order because... well if you know, you know 😪)

•December•

we’ve got something permanent (i mean in the way we care) [buddie, 7.1k, Explicit]

Buck has baby fever and it’s Eddie’s job to give him what he wants. Kind of.

Keep My Heart Warm In Yours [buddie, 18.5k, Mature]

Christopher decides that he wants to go skiing, Buck makes it happen and the cabin at the foot of the mountains turns out to be quite the romantic backdrop for their little getaway.

Of Love, Hospital Jitters And Christmas Lights [buddie, 6.3k, Teen + Up]

Eddie and Buck end up in the hospital waiting room a few days before Christmas.

You Ring, I Drool [buddie, 8.6k, Explicit]

5+1 times Buck reminds Eddie of a dog // alternatively; the one in which Eddie accidentally conditions Buck to beg for treats

If This Is What The Season Is Bringing [buddie, 2k, Teen + Up]

Buck and Eddie made a promise after Eddie decided to leave the 118 and they finally make good on it this Christmas.

•November•

Out Of Order, Still In Line [buddie, 6.2k, Explicit]

When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

'Cause I'm still seeing colours that are red (If I close my chest and let it take me) [steddie, 11.4k, Explicit]

Ever since they came back from the Upside Down, Steve has been struggling on rainy days, but Eddie’s there to provide support and a maybe even a little more than that. - Project #182 of Steddie Bigbang 2023

How It Was Meant To Be [steddie, <1k, Gen]

Steve's casually calling Eddie 'baby' all the time, without even registering what he’s doing.

•October•

I Was Betting On Forever (But Forever Comes And Goes) [buddie, 4k, Teen + Up]

Eddie gets a call from Buck in the middle of the night and it’s about as bad as one would expect.

It gets better, it gets worse [steddie, 52.7k, Explicit]

Steve tried to tell Eddie how he felt, only to get shut down immediately. Now meeting for the first time in a year, they have to figure out how to be around each other.

Coming On Ever So Strong / Coming Off Ever So Soft [buddie, 14.7k, Explicit]

They get drunk, Eddie makes a move and then there is the next morning.

•July•

But where they lay, they cannot stay [radskier, 4.3k, Explicit]

Jaskier comes to Tretogor and meets Radovid for the first time in months, but their reunion is bittersweet given how much everything has changed since they’ve last seen each other.

•May•

Helping hands (are better than praying lips) [steddie, 5.5k, Explicit]

Eddie breaks his arms and Steve is on nurse duty. [cw for watersports]

•February•

Who we are in the dark [steddie, 3.4k, Explicit]

It's their first anniversary and they go to the cinema.

•January•

It might walk like a duck [steddie, 10k, Explicit]

Eddie Munson is a busy man, busy enough to have a planner. Steve misses his friend so he hijacks said planner, learning something unexpected in the process.

Aaand that's all, folks! 💛 Now, here are some tags:

I was tagged by the lovely @wikiangela and @jamespearce9-1-1 thank you~ 💛

(these guys went in so early and I left it for the last minute lmao but just in case you missed their round-ups, you can read them: here and here)

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[archangeldyke-all]

pls more about bodyguard!sev !!! them going public !!! the public loving them !! the wedding !!!!! help !!!

help is on the way babe <3

men and minors dni

funnily enough, your fans were the first people to suspect that something was happening between you and sevika-- only they suspected it months before you OR sevika even realized you had feelings for each other.

once you publicly announce your relationship, your fanbase goes crazy, absolutely ecstatic that you two managed to get your shit together.

sometimes, you and sevika will scroll through your #shipname on social media, watching corny edits of the two of you interacting. it always makes you both a little sappy and weepy-- you guys really are a cute couple-- even when you didn't realize you were a couple yet.

sevika keeps her position as your personal guard, but you add an extra personal guard to work with her on her shifts, to cover her watch when she's distracted by admiring you, or take over as first when you ask her to attend an event as your date.

of course, the media loves your relationship. sevika's comfortable with the cameras when she's working, when she's not the star of the show, but she absolutely hates the idea of all eyes being on her.

so you do one joint interview on night time television to address your relationship, and that's it.

sevika grips your hand the entire time, shaking in her boots. you answer most of the questions for her, and she spends the interview lovingly watching you effortlessly charm the crowd.

there is one question she takes though.

"when did you know you were in love with one another?" the old woman behind the talk show desk asks. sevika perks up with a smile on her lips and speaks without hesitation.

"first time i saw her sick." the audience laughs, but you don't-- you've never heard this before. "i'm serious. i knew i liked her for a while, but i thought it was just because she was always dolled up and on her best behavior when i was around. it's her job to be likeable-- i thought she was just good at her job. and she is, don't get me wrong. but the moment i knew, we were staying in thailand and she'd gotten horrible food poisoning. i remember coming to her hotel room to check on her. she answered in her pajamas, barf dried on her mouth, her eyes crusty from the nap she was taking-- she looked horrible. and when i saw her, i still felt that exact same relief and excitement i always did. and i felt it the rest of the night, too. even when she threw up on me." the audience 'awwww's. sevika smiles.

you promised her you wouldn't do too much pda in public-- it makes her uncomfortable to have so many people watching. but when you hear this, you just have to lean over and press a firm kiss to her lips. she doesn't seem to mind. the crowd goes wild.

your manager insists you have a big wedding. it's not sevika's thing, and it's not yours either. but you're a star, and sevika's the love of your life-- the people want a wedding.

so you plan something big. something wild and extravagant, with hundreds of paparazzi out front of the venue, and the most prestigious of your collages in attendance. your cake is taller than sevika, your dress is more a sculpture than a dress. it's all a lot. neither of you want it.

so the week before your wedding, you take sevika on a little getaway. you pack her favorite black suit, and your favorite white dress, and you drive her out to a small little retirement town where no one recognizes you.

you elope.

you marry in a tiny courthouse in the middle of nowhere, your witness being a grumpy old man who'd come to city hall to pay a parking ticket.

you both cry when you exchange ring pops (your real rings in your manager's possession until the wedding) and your kiss gets so nasty that your witness nearly has a stroke.

you spend the rest of the week in 'honeymoon' bliss-- fucking in the tiny hotel room you rented out, only leaving to hit up a greasy diner and nourish yourselves before returning to your love nest.

by the time your real wedding comes, you and sevika are both so fucked out and drunk off love for one another that you don't even notice all the fuss surrounding you.

it's just sevika, looking gorgeous as she stares at you on the altar. that's all you see that day. just. sevika sevika sevika.

the media notices. there's an article published about how there's only a handful of photos from your wedding and the following reception where you and sevika aren't lovingly gazing at each other, like you're the only two people in the whole world.

there's no photos from your real honeymoon... but there is a small gossip article where one of the housekeepers who was working in the hotel you both stayed in claims that you and sevika were, 'goin' at it like fuckin' rabbits.'

your manager tries to get it taken down, but you don't really mind... it's not like the kid was lying...

taglist!

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[ageofbajabule]

Dawn of Love | Chapter 3

Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 7.6k (They might continue to grow, or stay around the same…)

Warnings: Fluff, (BOTH ARE 18 & OF LEGAL CONSENTING AGE IN THIS CHAPTER HERE ON OUT) 18+ content including: Protected Sex, Losing Virginity (Josh is an absolute sweetheart😭), Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Anxiety

Series Masterpost

If you haven’t read Chapter 2, please do so! And if you want to join my taglist fill out this form!

Author’s Note: I know its been a while since the last update! And I apologize, I was just so busy with my Greta Bender. And I’m so sad that my Starcatcher run has come to an end, but I had so much fun with all my friends and I miss them so much and Greta of course. My writers block also took a toll on how long this took to put out. But rest assured, you will love this chapter!! I’m not sure when the next one will be out, but hopefully sooner than this one.

June 2014

Your 18th birthday was finally here. It was the end of June, when summer started to pick up with its heat waves in the day and cool nights. You were going to take a summer job this year, but your parents insisted that you take the summer off before starting college in the fall. You were grateful for them, of course. They have been more supportive ever since you graduated high school.

Josh and yourself had been spending almost every night together this summer already. Whether he would practicing with the guys, or simply relaxing at home. He was insisting on taking you away for the weekend for your birthday. That it was a ‘Nice getaway.’

Of course you couldn’t say no to such a pretty face. He was so excited to take you away, he wouldn’t tell you where the two of you were going. But to pack your bathing suit, and one nice dress for a night out for dinner. After finishing packing you brought your bag downstairs, waiting for Josh to arrive.

“Have fun this weekend sweetie!” Your mom came up to you, hugging you tightly.

“Please use protection…” She whispered only for you to hear.

“Mom…” You groaned.

“I just want you to be safe is all.” She giggled softly, rubbing your shoulder.

Then saved by the bell, Josh was knocking on the front door. To which your dad answered it, opening it swiftly.

“Josh!” He pulled him into a hug.

“Hey Mr. Y/L/N.” He chuckled softly, hugging him back, patting his back.

“You two have fun this weekend, but don’t do anything reckless.” He pointed his finger at the two of you.

“Don’t worry dad, we won’t get into any trouble.” You smiled, pulling him into a hug.

“Happy Birthday pumpkin! Have a fun weekend.” He smiled at you.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to update you guys when we get there.”

Josh and you then walked out of the house, throwing your bag into the backseat of his car followed by getting into the passenger side in which he had opened for you.

Once you were settled in the car, he got into the driver’s side. He then turned the ignition on, and turned towards you smiling softly.

“So, where are we going?” You smiled at him softly.

“Well you know the lake house my parents own?” He chewed his lip nervously.

You nodded in response.

“I was able to get permission to just have it to ourselves this weekend.” He smiled softly.

“How exciting!” You smiled, kissing his lips softly. Josh kissed you back softly, caressing your cheek before pulling away.

“Although, I do have dinner reservations for tomorrow night for us.” He rubbed your arm softly, facing forward putting the car in gear.

The drive to the lake house wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. Josh kept going on about the courses that he had picked for the fall semester at Michigan University, although the two of you practically had the same degree. You weren’t going to have all of the same classes, so he was informing you of his schedule as you filled him in on yours.

He also finally let you take charge of the aux in the car, and said that it was ‘Birthday privileges’. You jokingly slapped his arm, playing not only your favorites but his as well. The weather was beautiful for the day, and the weekend was going to be nice as well for whatever Josh had planned.

After driving for some time, the two of you arrived at the lake house. Stepping out of his vehicle he grabbed both your bags, walking behind you to the entrance. He unlocked the door, pushing it open softly letting you walk in first.

He followed behind you, closing the door behind him. “So, upstairs to the right is where our room is. Strangely enough here we all have our own rooms.” He chuckled softly, making way upstairs.

You followed behind him, to help him settle in. When walking into his bedroom you smiled softly seeing all his old projects of film posters around the walls.

“I’m assuming you used to film a lot up here?” You giggle softly, running your hand across the one poster.

“Yeah, a bunch of our friends would come up for the weekend. And we would just shoot non-stop. It was fun, I don't really know why we stopped…” He shrugged.

You nodded, unpacking your bag and placing your clothes in the dresser. Grabbing your toiletries you placed in the bathroom across the hallway. Coming back to the room you see Josh, laying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Lying down next to him, you nuzzle into the side of his body. “Whatcha thinking about?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Life…” He chuckled softly, rubbing your arm.

“Are you nervous about college?”

He turned to look down at you, nodding slowly. You smiled, stroking his cheek gently.

“It’s going to be fine, we have each other.” You kissed his lips softly. In return he kissed you back.

After a minute the two of you broke away from each other. “So, I was thinking. We grill some burgers and have a fire tonight, yeah?”

You nodded, smiling softly, “Sounds perfect.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent hiking the trail that surrounded the lake house. And after coming back the two of you had started prepping for dinner. You opted in making a side of salad, while Josh took charge of the grill.

He had also managed to get two bottles of wine for the weekend. Jake had a fake and would do favors for Josh. He opted to pick out a white wine, considering it was your favorite wine to drink. Your mother let you indulge once in a while with her.

After being satisfied with how the salad turned out that you made, you placed it in the center of the table. Josh returns back into the house, placing the plate of cooked burgers onto the table. You grabbed the buns and condiments from the kitchen bringing them back into the dining room.

“Looks good Joshy.” You smiled, kissing his cheek softly.

“Well, I'm no master chef. But I do grill a pretty mean burger…” He laughed softly. The sound that made you swoon over him even more. You loved his laugh, and the infectious smile that paired with it.

“Come on, let’s eat.” He pulled the chair out for you to sit down. In which you sat, as he pushed it back in for you, then proceeded to sit across from you.

You clapped your hands together, smiling softly. Grabbing the salad first to put some onto your plate, as Josh put a burger together for himself. The two of you then handed off, so you can make yourself a burger. Once your plates were situated, Josh stood up.

“Ah, the wine!” He chuckled, grabbing a bottle, opening it and finding two wine glasses in the cabinet. He proceeded to pour the wine into the glasses for the two of you, sitting back down he handed you a glass.

He then raised his glass to make a toast.

“Happy Birthday to my beautiful Sunshine…” He smiled as his cheeks turned a rosy shade. He tilted his glass to clink with yours.

“Thank you…” You blushed, then took a sip of your wine.

After that, the two of you began to eat your dinner. Talking about your plans for summer before starting college. What plans the guys had for gigs, and living arrangements for your dorms. Josh and you were both nervous about college, scared you weren’t going to like the courses, and terrified that you had chosen the right degree.

While eating and getting tipsy off of the wine, the two of you had finished eating. You opted in taking care of dishes, as long as Josh agreed to start the fire. Although you worried about him potentially burning the house to the ground. After cleaning and drying the dishes you returned them back to the cabinets, grabbing a light jacket and blanket. Carrying them in your arm, while walking out with the opened bottle of wine and glasses.

Josh finished up building the pit, and letting the fire start. The sun had finished settling, as you sat on the wooden log bench. Josh had s'mores set up to make for the two of you. He shuffled over to you, sitting beside you as the fire finally blazed to the setting Josh wanted it at.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, rubbing your side lovingly. “Are you having fun on your birthday weekend so far?” He started to draw circles on your back.

“I’m having a great time.” You smiled softly, your cheeks warming up from the wine.

“I know it’s not much, but I wanted to escape from reality for the weekend.” He moved his hand to caress your cheek.

“Josh, this is absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t want anything else… Being with you is just. That's all I want.” You sighed happily.

Josh then inches closer to your face, feeling his breath on your lips. You move closer to close the space by pressing your lips against his, moving in sync. He kept his hand placed on your cheek, as you placed yours on his neck, running your hand through the tips of his hair.

He swiped his tongue against your lips, guiding him as you deepened the kiss. Getting the minty taste off of his lips, he pulls you onto his lap. You blushed giggling against his lips. As you sat in his lap, lapping your tongue with his. You felt him harden beneath you, you gasped quietly from your core sitting on top. The only thing keeping you apart from one another is your clothes.

You were becoming wet as the minutes went by. The two of you then separated to catch your breath, panting slightly as you blush looking Josh into his eyes.

“Sunny… I want to. I really do, I just. I don’t want it to be like this…” He sighed softly.

You moved off of his lap, and sat beside him nodding slowly.

“No, not like that! I meant…” He put his head down.

“No, I understand Josh. We both had a bit too much to drink tonight.” You rubbed his cheek.

He smiled softly, pushing your hair back. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so much…” You giggled softly.

The remainder of the night the two of you sat there telling childhood stories. Giggling by the fire all night, and making s’mores. After spending most of the evening out by the fire, it finally died out and the two of you cleaned up heading inside. You turned the lights out, making way to Josh’s room changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth.

Josh was already in bed, fastly asleep snoring slightly. Leaving enough space for you to crawl in next to him. You got under the covers laying beside him, kissing his cheek softly before snuggling into him and falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke up and Josh was missing from his place next to you. You reached over to feel and all that was left was a cold space and a note.

Ran out to grab us coffee! I didn’t realize there was none here. I’ll be making the two of us breakfast before spending the day at the lake.

Love, Joshy

You smiled softly, getting up you changed into your bathing suit and put on a light sundress. Making way downstairs you hear the door click, sensing Josh had come back already.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep alright?” He came up kissing your cheek. Handing you a coffee.

“Slept wonderfully. Did you?” You smiled, taking your coffee and sipping from it.

He nodded, humming softly. “I did. I’m gonna make a big breakfast. Because dinner tonight is going to be filling, no lunch today as we’ll be on the lake all day.”

You nodded smiling softly, “Sounds great. Do you want help?”

He smiled and nodded, grabbing the pans, “Do you want to help with the pancakes?”

“Of course!” You giggled softly, grabbing the pancake batter and eggs.

Josh turned the bluetooth speaker on, beginning to play his playlist he created for the two of you. It involved all of your favorites. The first song to start playing was Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel by Tavares.

The beginning notes Josh started dancing around the kitchen making you break out into a giggle. He shimmied past you grabbing the other things to make breakfast as you started working on mixing the pancake batter.

Heaven, must be missin' an angel

Missin' one angel, child

'Cause you're here with me right now

Your love is heavenly, baby

Heavenly to me, baby

Josh twirled you around, kissing your lips softly.

Your kiss, ah, filled with tenderness

I want all I can get, of your sexiness

Showers, your love comes in showers

And every hour on the hour

You let me feel your loving power

“Alright lover boy, we’re supposed to be making breakfast…” You giggled softly, pulling away from him, continuing to mix the batter. Then setting it to the side. He continued on his way of dancing and singing along.

You shook your head as you continued to giggle, pulling the butter out as well as the syrup. Josh chuckled softly, as he started frying the bacon up as well as the eggs.

“Scrambled?” He looked over his shoulder.

“Yes, please.” You smiled softly, as you started to fry the pancakes.

You added chocolate chips to some pancakes whereas the others you left plain. Once they were finished you put them into stacks on a separate plate as Josh finished cooking bacon and eggs. He turned the stove off, putting everything onto dishes, setting up the table for the two of you.

Following behind him you grabbed glasses of water for the two of you. You smiled sitting beside him, kissing his cheek softly. He smiled, loading both your plates up with eggs and bacon. You then put a couple pancakes on his plate, then put some on yours.

“Everything looks good.” You grabbed the syrup and put some over your pancakes.

“Well I did have some help…” He kissed your cheek, as he took the syrup then and applied it to his pancakes before cutting into them and eating.

You nodded giggling softly before digging into your food. The two of you just continued to eat your breakfast, not saying much to one another. Just enjoying the company of one another was good for the both of you. After your belly was full to your heart's content, Josh started to clean up after the two of you.

“I would’ve helped, Josh.” You sighed softly, trying to catch up with him on the dishes left behind.

“It’s okay Sunny.” He smiled brightly, finishing up cleaning.

“I’m gonna change into my swim wear and then I’ll be right back down.” He kissed your lips softly.

After breakfast the two of you walked down to the dock, setting down your towel to sunbathe. Josh had already ran and jumped into the lake from off the dock, he didn’t even give it a second thought. He tried to get you to join him now, but you had reassured him you would be joining him soon.

He had set up his bluetooth speaker to play music while the two of you were outside. You could hear him swimming around as the water splashed against the dock.

You had removed your sundress, revealing your emerald green bathing suit. Josh loved when you wore green tones and blue tones. So of course you opted in wearing a green tone suit that made all your features stand out to him. You sat upright, looking out at the lake smiling at Josh as he swam over to you.

“Mama…” He came up by the dock, looking at you.

“Yes?” You looked down at him giggling softly.

“Why don’t you come join me? Cool off…” He grinned mischievously. You shook your head giggling softly. You could tell he had a thought going in his head.

“You better not even think…” You started to scoot away from him. He chuckled softly, inching closer, lifting himself up onto the dock.

“What? The water’s great, not even cold.” He stood up, chasing after you. You started running from him

giggling. He was quick on his feet running right behind you.

“Joshua, no!” You giggled screaming, but he swept you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He started walking towards the end of the dock.

“Any last words?” You could tell he was smirking by the tone of his voice.

“Joshua Michael. Put me down.” You smacked his back.

“Okay…” He then threw you into the lake, swimming back up to the surface you shot a glare at Josh. As he stood there laughing softly at you, while you shuddered a bit from the shock in temperature change. The water wasn’t freezing, but it was cold enough to make you shiver. Eventually your body would adjust to it.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” You splashed water at him. In which he chuckled, jumping into the lake, swimming up to you. You splashed at him again, but with his strength he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. He kisses your lips softly, pushing your hair back.

You kiss him back, humming against his lips as you caress his cheek. You pull away slowly, looking into his honey brown eyes. “You’re still a jerk.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Yet you’re still with me.” He smirked softly, kissing your cheek.

The rest of the afternoon was spent floating around the lake, while having an occasional race with Josh as well. Where he ended up winning as he was stronger with his strokes when he swam. After gathering your things off the dock, the two of you headed back to the lake house.

“I’m sure you want to take a shower before we head out for dinner. So you can take the master bathroom to get ready, I’ll take the guest bathroom.” He smiled softly, placing your things on the small table in the mud room.

“Are you sure?” You looked over at him.

He nodded, walking up to you he kissed your lips softly. “Positive, Sunshine. Now go on, get ready. Do whatever you have to do, just be back down here for 6:30pm sharp. No later. Our reservations are for 7.”

You smiled softly, cheeks turning a shade of pink. You nodded and made your way upstairs to get into the shower and clean your body and hair the smell and feel of lake water.

After stepping out of the shower, you started to blow dry your hair. Then brushing it out leaving it lay naturally, before heading to the bedroom to start changing into your dress you brought along. Before slipping into your dress, you had put on your blace lace undergarments.

You weren’t expecting anything to take place tonight, but it offered you a sense of confidence. Josh and you had fooled around a little bit, but never crossed the line of sleeping with each other just yet. Something would always prevent it, whether it be Sam walking in on the two of you or your sister asking for help with a project.

It wasn’t easy, but you thought to yourself ‘Maybe it wasn’t the right time.’

Once putting on your undergarments, you slipped into your violet floral dress that rested at your knees. You then grabbed your sandals, slipping them onto your feet. There was some music playing from the living room’s vinyl player. You smiled to yourself knowing that Josh put it on, you put earrings on then a necklace Josh’s parents had given to you as a graduation gift.

You made way downstairs, to find Josh dressed in khaki pants, and a white button up shirt tucked into his pants. He heard your footsteps as he turned towards you smiling brightly.

“You look breathtaking.” He walked up to you, extending his hand out for you to take. You took a hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He kissed your hand softly.

“Thank you… You look handsome.” You blushed, smiling softly.

“Shall we get going?” He pulled you close to him, grabbing his car keys. You nodded, as he led the way out to his car. He opened the door for you, letting you get settled before making his way over to the driver side.

The two of you arrived at the restaurant 5 minutes prior to your reservation time slot. As Josh said he didn’t want to hit traffic, in which could you really blame him? He helped you get out of the car, walking up to the entrance of the restaurant he led you inside, following right behind you. He walked up to the hostess letting them know that the two of you were there for your reservations.

The restaurant he chose looked elegant, and pricey. You were worried that he might’ve chosen a place that would be out of your budget. The hostess led the two of you to your table, there were candles set up, for a nice candlelight dinner. Josh pulled your chair out, helping you sit then he sat across from you.

“Josh… This place is-“

“Expensive?” He chuckled softly, reaching across the table to hold your hand.

“Yeah…” You put your head down embarrassed.

“Hey… It’s okay. It’s not a big deal, I checked this place out before making a reservation. They had really good reviews, and I saved up from the gigs we’ve been playing recently.” He rubbed your hand softly.

“I’m sorry… I just don’t want you to be spending all your hard earned money on me. You worked for that…” You gave him a pouty lip.

“And I do what I want with it, and I want to treat you to a nice dinner. You’re my girl after all…” He kissed the top of your hand. You nodded blushing softly.

“Good evening, what can I get the two of you started on?” The waitress smiled at the two of you.

“Can I get water with lemon please?” You smiled softly.

“I’ll have the same.” Josh chimed in, the waitress nodded.

“I’ll be back with those and to take your order.” She smiled walking off, leaving it to be the two of you again.

“Order whatever you want, sunny. My treat.” He smiled, looking over the menu. You nodded and opened the menu seeing all the options, it was an elegant italian restaurant. The prices seemed outrageous to you, but you figured the food must be worth it.

You just opted in picking the safest route of ordering Tortellini with Vodka Sauce. Whereas Josh ordered Rigatoni pasta with the House Red Sauce. Dinner between the two of you was filled with laughter and bashful glances. Josh made you feel on top of the world at dinner, constantly telling you how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was.

The waitress then brought over a small dish with a piece of cake on it. With a note written out on the plate saying ‘Happy Birthday to my lovely, Sunny!’ You smiled looking over at Josh, mouthing a thank you as the waitress and other workers sang a happy birthday.

“Remind me to take you out to dinner for your birthday next year, and have that done to you.” You giggled softly, as you reached for a fork to take a bite of the cake.

“It wasn’t that bad!” He laughed softly, scooting closer to you. Leaning in for a bite of cake. You shook your head playfully.

“Are you worthy of a piece?” You raised an eyebrow as you held a forkful of cake.

“It’s my favorite and yours, so I think I am…” He smirked softly, you giggled playfully and placed the fork in front of his mouth in which he opened to take a bite.

“I do have a gift waiting back at the lakehouse…” Josh wrapped his arm around your waist as the two of you sat at the table in a food coma.

“Josh…” You whined, “I thought I said no more surprises or gifts…”

He placed a finger over your lips, “I will not take no for an answer. Besides, you'll like it.” He chuckled softly, the waitress returned with the bill as Josh immediately paid for it, not even allowing you to see it.

He rushed the two of you out of there before you could even get a glance at it. You rolled your eyes, as he helped you into the car.

Once the two of you arrived back at the lake house, he was walking with you in excitement, fiddling with the door to open it as quickly as he could.

You slipped your sandals off, leaving them at the door as Josh ran off to the kitchen. You made your way to the living room sitting on the couch. Josh came back with a small box, placing it in your hands to unwrap.

“It’s nothing crazy… But I saw it at the thrift store, and it stood out to me…” He smiled nervously.

You smiled unwrapping the tiny box, opening it slowly and it revealed a vintage sun shaped ring. You smiled at it then looked up at him. “Josh… it’s…” You smiled, slipping it onto your right ring finger. “This is beautiful.” You grabbed his face softly kissing him.

He kissed you back, placing his hand behind your neck softly. Pulling you closer to him, he pulled away slowly. “You like it?” He chuckled softly.

“Like it? I love it, Josh! This is so beautiful, I’m shocked someone let this beauty go…” You giggled lifting your hand up admiring it.

“You’re my sunshine… and I knew it had to be with you…” He caressed your cheek softly, taking in your features. You blushed resting your forehead against his. You kissed his lips again, placing your hand on his chest as he moved his hand to caress your cheek.

Inching closer to him this time, you shifted into his lap. Just like last night. He took his time with you, kissing your lips softly then moving his lips toward your jawline, trailing sweet kisses along it then kissing down your neck softly. A breathy whine left your lips, causing you to blush from slight embarrassment but Josh kept working on you.

You could feel the familiar heat travel to your center, feeling your panties soak from your arousal. You also felt Josh try to situate himself as he started to press against your core. He was feeling it with you, you moved your head to capture your lips with his again as he licked your bottom lip. In which you gracefully let him in, exploring one another for a bit feeling your body get hot from the intensity of the moment.

Josh pulled away, catching his breath for a moment.

“Josh… I’m ready…” You smile softly, running your hand through his hair.

“Are you sure?” He said barely above a whisper, but loud enough for you to catch it.

“I’m more than sure…” You nodded softly, caressing his cheek. Standing up from his lap, you put your hand out for him to follow you.

“Baby… We don’t have to, tonight…” He smiled nervously as you led the two of you to the bedroom.

“Josh, I want to. As long as you want this as well.” You smiled as you stepped into the bedroom.

“I just don’t want to hurt you…” He sighed softly, caressing your cheek. You giggled softly, kissing the palm of his hand.

“You’re not going to hurt me Joshua. It’s okay to be nervous, this is both our first time…”

“No… I just-“

“Josh I’m okay…” you trailed off, pulling him back in for another kiss, moving your hand slowly down his body until you reached your destination, palming him over his pants, your eyes widened in surprise at the size.

Josh could sense your hesitation pulling back to see you staring back at him. “That’s uh…that’s what I was nervous about.”

“We can go slow…” You took a breath, relaxing into him as you continued to palm him slowly. Feeling him throb under your touch. Sure you were nervous, but the first time is always going to be nerve wrecking.

“Let me take care of you…” He whispers against the shell of your ear. He kissed your neck softly, running his hands up and down your waist.

You nodded slowly, feeling your breath hitch, as Josh lifted your dress a bit, his fingers dancing along your thighs. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He looked into your eyes.

“I will…” You nodded slowly, going to undo his belt. He moved your hands away slowly, shaking his head softly.

“This is about you…” He chuckled softly, and began to bunch your dress up in his hands, just above your waist.

“May I?”

You nodded in response to his question, lifting your arms up he pulled your dress the rest of the way off. Leaving you in your matching set. You placed your hands on the sides of yourself. Josh then rid himself of his clothes leaving him only in his boxers. You could see him straining against the thin fabric.

He moved closer to you, stroking your cheek softly. He walked back with you until the back of your knees hit the mattress in which you then sat down onto the bed, crawling back until Josh was above you. He kissed your lips softly as he one hand was placed beside your head, and the other placed on your waist.

You moved your hands to cup his face as you deepened the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He hummed against your lips, before separating and kissing down your neck slowly. Working his way down your collarbone he kissed a top of your breasts that were still covered by your bra.

Your hands found their way into his hair, running through them slowly and softly. As he continued to kiss down your sternum to just before your navel. He shot a look up at you, before continuing on. You gave him a nod and smile of encouragement for him to continue.

With that reassurance, he used both his hands to slide your panties off leaving you bare to him. You blushed putting your hands over your face.

“Y/N…” He said in a quiet tone, reaching up for your hand to move from your face.

“You don’t need to hide. You’re beautiful.” He smiled softly, kissing your inner thighs making goosebumps rise.

He slowly worked his way closer, he used his two fingers circling then slowly over your swollen clit. Your breath caught in your throat as he warms you up. Josh licks a languid stripe over your clit, causing your body to arch. “Shit!” Your hands go to grip his hair softly.

“Relax… I got you.” He looked up at you with loving eyes, as he went back to licking with slow languid stripes. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the feeling. He took his time paying close attention to your clit sucking softly as his tongue swirled. You gasped softly when he slipped a finger in pumping it slowly.

“Josh… feels s’good.” You moaned out quietly. He continued to work on you, keeping a hold of your thighs pulling you closer to him. His nose brushing over your bundle of nerves, he continued to lap his tongue over your entrance and clit as he added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers from the feeling.

You felt a knot like - feeling forming in your belly, your body heating up. Josh kept his motions going, licking you feverishly. “Oh god… I- Josh…” Your body arched again as you gripped onto his hair.

He moved his mouth for a moment, “Come on mama…” His honey-like voice encouraged you. He reattached his mouth to your clit, with another swipe of his tongue you were coming undone. You felt a burst of waves through your body, as he helped you come down.

“That’s my girl…” He pulled away slowly, licking his fingers clean. You were breathing heavily, lying there running a hand through your hair. You sit up a bit, going to reach for the hem of Josh’s boxers but he moves your hand away.

“Ah, I told you tonight is about you…” He caressed your cheek. You melted into his touch. “Next time…” He ran his thumb over your lip, in which you wrapped your lips around it softly. Earning a groan from him.

He pushed his boxers off, revealing his achingly beautiful and hard cock. You felt your cheeks warm up, he chuckled softly looking down at you. “I’ll go easy… I’m nervous…” He blushed, grabbing a condom from the pocket of his pants. He ripped the packaging open and slid the condom onto himself. Pumping himself a bit before lining himself up.

“Are you ready…?” He breathed nervously, as if he was asking himself but you knew he was asking you. You nodded slowly. “Ready as I’ll ever be…” You giggle softly, cupping his cheek with your hand rubbing his cheek softly reassuringly.

He nodded, hiking your legs up around his waist and you rested them around him, pulling him closer to you. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance as you suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He takes his time slipping in, going as slowly as he could, and you whine quietly, face scrunching up at the feeling.

Josh immediately looks down at you. “Is it too much…” His voice was soft and worried. As he stays stilled inside of you.

You shook your head, “Keep going…” You breathe out, as you feel him stretch you out. He nodded, pressing in further as he bottomed out, you let out a small yelp. He places a hand onto your waist. You look up at him nodding slowly to keep going.

He smiles softly, taking your hand in his kissing it softly. You smile softly using your other hand to try and unclasp your bra. He sees you struggling and helps you remove it. Once it was off he started to move at a slow pace, until you could adjust to him.

Josh went at a slow pace, dragging out slowly and thrusting back in. The discomfort was slowly dissipating, as he leaned down to rest his arms on either side of you, leaning down to nose as your cheek before dipping his head down to press a few kisses against your neck.

He nuzzled himself against you, letting one of his hands come down to rest against your hip, gently rubbing soothing circles against your skin. “You okay…” He said quietly against your cheek. You nodded slowly.

“Can you move a little faster?” You let out a small whimper as you started to feel the pleasure from his hips circling into you. He nodded, kissing your cheek softly, “Anything for my sweet girl…” He started to pick the pace up. You let out a moan, as your back arched lifting off the bed. Josh kissed down your chest.

“You’re doing so good for me…” He hummed against your skin, his kisses leaving you breathless as he kept thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace now. You felt his pubic hair brushing against your clit, causing you to let out another airy moan.

“Josh… you feel so g-good…” You couldn’t help but let out whimpers of pleasure. Hearing him groan against your ear as you tugged on his hair gently. Pulling him closer to you, even though your bodies were already pressed together. Sweat forming as the two of you stick together.

This moment is all you ever wanted, with the person you loved most. No other person you could ever imagine to be with.

Josh lifts himself a bit, as he pushes your legs back to rest on his chest. Allowing himself to hit your spot deeper earning a primal moan rip from your chest.

“You like that?” He moans out as he continues to thrust into you.

You nod your head as another whimper slips from you. “I’m so close…” You felt the familiar feeling from earlier creeping up.

“Me too…” He places his hand above your navel, pressing lightly. As his hips start to falter, he snaps faster into you. You reach for his hand intertwining them, as your second orgasm comes over you. Your back arches this time, shaking beneath him. His hips then stalled as he came to his release.

The two of you are panting, as he slowly pulls out. He stands up removing the condom, throwing it in the trash. He comes back to you with a washcloth to clean you up. He then grabbed your underwear and a pair of pajamas to change into.

He then slipped into a pair of boxers and shorts, crawling into the bed beside you after you had changed. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his chest.

“I love you Y/N.” He kissed your head softly.

“I love you too, Josh…” You smiled nuzzling into him.

August 2014

July went by quickly, Josh had joined you and your family on a trip to Florida for the holiday. Where he got to meet some of your other relatives, at the beginning of August Josh’s family invited you to join them on their family vacation to Nashville. In which you happily agreed to go.

The trip with the Kiszka’s was nothing but fun, they were a happy and fun family to be surrounded with nonetheless. Even if his mom had a little too much wine, she was still so lovely to be around.

People probably thought that you and Josh were annoying for how much time the two of you spent together. But you didn’t care, he was your person. He made you happier than anyone ever did before. He was a ray of sunshine, as his mom would say and it was true.

But today it was move-in day for Michigan State University. Josh and you had packed up everything you would need for the next couple months. This would be your new home for until the school year was over. Josh and you decided on packing everything into one car, and driving to campus together.

The goodbyes to your family and his were sweet and heartfelt even though the two of you wouldn’t be too far from home. It was nice to finally be somewhat on your own, starting a new chapter of your life.

Once the two of you arrived on campus, you found out the two of you would be staying in the same housing, just one floor apart from one another. The two of you met up with your roommate for the school year and started to move your things into your assigned dorms.

Move-in was stressful as it was a complete cluster with all the new students arriving and current students arriving as well. You felt a little overwhelmed and Josh could sense it as the two of you finished bringing everything in.

“Hey… You alright sunny?” He grabbed your shoulders, rubbing them softly.

You shook your head, “Just nervous, a little overwhelmed I guess…” You sighed softly, leaning into him wrapping your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he rubbed your back.

“Everything’s going to be fine. It’s normal to feel like this.” He chuckled softly.

You nodded, “Yeah… I’m just scared of starting this chapter. What if it isn’t what I’d hoped it would be?” You looked into his eyes.

“Sunshine… College, not even college. Life isn’t going to be perfect. Things are going to happen, your views may change on what you want to pursue. Shit, who's to say that Jake wants to continue on with music…”

The two of you locked eyes, laughing uncontrollably. “Yeah, Jake would never stop his music career. He is so passionate about it.” You smiled, “As I am with film…” You giggled softly.

“I’m so excited about this fall course. Did you know that they are going to be showing A Clockwork Orange?” He giggled softly. You shook your head smiling softly, man did he love that film.

“I wasn’t aware, did you somehow bribe the professor to showcase it?” You playfully jabbed at him.

He rolled his eyes, pulling you close to him, kissing your lips softly. You kissed him back, humming softly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Get a room…” You heard a wanderer say, making the two of you break out in a giggle.

“It’s late anyways… We should probably head to our dorms and get ready for our first day of classes tomorrow.” You patted his chest lightly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t want to be late…” He chuckled softly.

“You, late? Never…” You giggled softly.

“This time around I can’t be late, as it’s my money paying for schooling now…” He sucked in a breath. You nodded, smiling softly.

He walked you to your dorm room, standing outside of your room with you. He pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “I love you, sunny…” He smiled softly, kissing your lips softly.

You kissed him back softly, running your hand in his hair before pulling away slowly. “I love you too… Goodnight, Josh.” You pecked his lips softly, before entering your dorm to get a good night’s rest for classes tomorrow.

September 2014

It’s been a month since Josh and yourself have been students at Michigan State. The classes were relatively easy for this semester, the second semester is normally what became a little more challenging for most students.

Josh however was making a killing in the film class the two of you were in together. Everyone in class wanted to partner up with him every chance they could take, but he would turn them down to partner up with you. You always told him that he should consider working with others to help expand his creative mind. But he always reassured you that he felt more comfortable working with you.

You guys had a fall break coming up in October, it was only for a week, but it was still nice nonetheless to be able to go home and see family for a little while and get a break from classes.

While attending your classes here, you started to find a love in your photography more. Some days Josh and yourself would take walks around campus taking pictures of the trees that surrounded and heading back to your dorm to edit pictures testing your ability to see how much you’ve learned.

But nothing ever came close to making your short films with Josh. It was still one of your most favorite things to do, in fact the two of you had planned to work on a short film over winter break. Already had the cast lined up that you wanted present for your next project.

“Sunshine!” Josh saw you outside sitting on a bench fiddling with your tote bag.

“Hi, Joshy!” You smiled softly, as she took a seat next to you.

“And how is my beautiful girl doing today?” He chuckled softly, kissing your cheek.

“Great! Just finished my math exam… But I think I did well. At least I hope so, you weren’t very helpful last night with studying.” You poked his chest.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one getting handsy last night.” He smirked, making you blush as you were reminiscing from last night’s rendezvous.

“I can’t help that I’m attracted to you. It’s human nature…” You giggled softly.

“All things fuck…” He chuckled softly, as you slapped his arm playfully.

“Play nice Josh.”

“So, we’ve got exciting news. Jake got us booked a newer dive bar somewhere around campus here.” He smiled softly.

“Wow, that's great! Are they offering to pay more?” You always wanted to make sure the guys got paid for what they were worth. You started making money for yourself by taking clients for photoshoots.

“Yeah, he even said that if we put on a good enough show we can become a regular monthly gig…” He smiled nervously.

“Josh, that's amazing! I’m so happy for you guys.” You smiled softly, pulling him in for a hug.

“It’s really all Jake’s doing. He’s the mastermind.” He shrugged lightly.

“And you as well, you have a beautiful voice Josh. Don’t ever forget that!” You kissed his lips softly.

The guys had started to pick up more gigs to perform at on the weekends. Practically every other weekend Josh would be out at a local bar performing with the guys to try and get their names out there. Jake was very serious about trying to get somewhere, he was positive that one day they would be assigned to a label to start working on a record deal.

You showed up to every show they would have, being present to show your support for not just your partner but your friends, family to say the least. You looked up to Jake, Sam and Danny as brothers. The one local bar tried to get scouts to come in to see the guys perform to try and help jumpstart a process for them. As they had hope for them.

Of course you believed in them, you never once doubted them. But part of you also worried that Josh might perhaps give up on his film dream. And that’s what crushed you… You wanted to see him live out his passion, little did you know music was slowly becoming his passion too…

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To be continued

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[pitinthelanepages]

we need more Juan Manuel imagines !! the one you wrote was so good i loved it💗💗

summary: it's hard for your boyfriend, juan manuel correa, to focus on the movie. especially when you're wearing glasses.

genre: suggestive! fluff

a/n: i am back to keep jm nation alive, again 🤓

here's another jm oneshot i wrote, if anyone wants to read!

As an IT engineer, you have always been passionate about technology and enjoy the challenge of solving complex problems. You met Juan Manuel Correa, the F2 driver, at a social event and hit it off instantly. Despite your busy schedules, both of you decide to pursue a relationship and try to make it work.

Your job involves long hours of programming, testing, and troubleshooting software systems. You often work late nights and are on call for technical emergencies, which can make it difficult to plan activities with Juan. Meanwhile, Juan spends most of his time travelling around the world for training and races, and also has to maintain his physical fitness to stay competitive.

As a result of both of your demanding careers, you struggle to find time for each other. You try to stay in touch through video calls and messaging apps, but it's not the same as being together in person. You often miss each other's calls or have to cancel plans due to last-minute work commitments or travel arrangements.

Despite the challenges, as a couple, both of you  remain committed to making your relationship work. You prioritise quality time when you can, such as planning weekend getaways or attending each other's events whenever possible. You also make an effort to support each other's careers and interests, whether it's by attending a race or sharing updates on the latest tech trends.

Today is one of those days you finally have time for each other so you planned it to be a movie night ahead. As you prepare for the movie, you make some popcorn while Juan sets up the TV. You had decided to watch a classic action movie that you had both been wanting to see for a while. Once everything is ready, you snuggle up on the couch and start the movie. The opening credits roll and you both settle in, munching on popcorn. 

However, you notice the subtitles are too small for you to see them clearly so you disappear into your bedroom before appearing beside him with a set of glasses perched up on your nose. Initially, Juan doesn’t notice it as he is too immersed into the intense action scenes playing on the screen before you two but when he finally takes a glance at you, only to steal a couple more within a minute. 

Though you two have been dating for some time, somehow he has never noticed that you wear glasses. The way they perch on your nose, the lenses magnifying your eyes, make you look even more beautiful than usual.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, noticing his gaze.

Juan swallows hard. "Yeah, everything's great. I just... I didn't know you wore glasses."

You chuckle. "Yeah, I'm near-sighted. I usually wear contacts, but they're bothering me today."

Juan can't help but stare. The glasses make you look somehow vulnerable and sexy at the same time. He finds himself imagining all sorts of scenarios involving you in glasses, and his heart starts racing as he finds himself beginning to sweat in the comfort of his living room where the temperature has relatively been cold.

"You look amazing," he blurts out, his gaze intense yet lost in thoughts.

You raise an eyebrow. "What, in my glasses?"

He nods, feeling his face flush. "Yeah. I mean, you always look amazing, but there's something about the glasses that... I don't know. You look very cute. But don’t worry, I swear my thoughts are platonic."

You laugh. "Okay, now you're just teasing me and platonic thoughts, really?"

He shakes his head. "No, I'm serious. I can't believe I never noticed before. You should wear them more often."

You smile, and Juan feels a jolt of electricity shoot through him. He knows that this is going to be a long night, but he doesn't care. 

What he doesn’t know is that you have been his girlfriend for long enough to notice something is up with him but you choose not to mention it.

Later that night, you get ready for bed, slipping into your favourite pyjamas and running a brush through your hair. As you finish up your nightly routine, you feel Juan’s arms wrap around you in a loving embrace.

"Hey there," He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Hey yourself," You reply, smiling at the warmth of his embrace.

He tightens his arms around you, and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. You close your eyes and lean into him, savouring the feeling of his body against yours.

"I know I swore they were just platonic thoughts," He says softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I have to be honest with you. Seeing you in those glasses tonight really turned me on. I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time."

You’re surprised by his confession, but you also feel a sense of excitement and intrigue. You turn in his arms, facing him and looking up into his eyes.

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Juan nods, his gaze intense. "Yeah. I just can't help it. You look so sexy in glasses."

You feel a blush rising in your cheeks, but also a spark of desire in your belly. You had never thought of glasses as something sexy before, but the way Juan is looking at you makes you feel a rush of heat.

"I had no idea," you murmur, feeling suddenly shy.

He leans down and kisses you, his hands running through your hair. "Well, now you do," he whispers against your lips. The glasses are long forgotten as you explore each other's lips, the warmth of your embrace taking over.

"I love you," Juan whispers, pulling away from the kiss. "And I always will."

"I love you too," you say, your heart swelling with joy and anticipation. "And I can't wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me."

[to-thelakes]

Luke planning a romantic getaway for him and reader so they can have a nice relaxing weekend/week where he can do nothing but pamper reader like they deserve. (He plans it with the help of Penelope, Emily and JJ ofcourse)

okay, i have been thinking about this for a little while and the thought of this is so fucking cute to me, luke would absolutely do this and would literally bend heaven and earth to make it happen. here's some thoughts (no nsfw, just fluffy thoughts);

okay, like the original idea of a romantic getaway would probably be some like offhand comment made while you're working a case, like you mumble something 'god i need a vacation' or something and luke knows that he does too and wants to take you on one

at first, he doesn't think he's gonna be able to make it happen, at least not on his own, he doesn't know where to take you, what to do, any of it, he is a little stuck

everyone is staying late one night and garcia (bc she is nosy and we love her for it) spots luke looking at places that you and him could go stay

SHE BLOWS UP HIS PLANS SO BADLY and you obviously hear her asking what he is looking at and become suspicious

so his first attempt at a relaxing weekend away that was meant to be a surprise turns into both of you planning a little retreat for a long weekend in like upstate new york

it was a cute cottage in nature, away from people, it's nice, calming and you don't really have to worry about stumbling onto a case

but during the weekend you are stressed and mid-way through the getaway, you get a call for a case in new york city

so the relaxing and romancing quickly comes to an end, luke is frustrated but understands (it is both of your jobs after all)

BUT the second time that he plans a trip, he knows what to do, rather than trying to hide it from garcia, he ropes her in to help

garcia asks probing questions, looks at your search history (and she has also known you for years) and reluctantly helps luke with planning something

emily and jj quickly end up getting involved, he needs to ask emily for the time off anyway but when he is asking her about it, jj overhears and asks what he's planning, jj then begins to give ideas

and it quickly devolves into the women basically planning the week for both of you (tara included because ofc she overhears emily, jj and garcia discussing and wants in)

emily had approved the time off, she suggests places to go, luke kind of just sits there and approves any ideas or disproves anything that he knows that you would hate and he is obviously excited, he's also glad for the help

his vacation committee decided on you guys going to california and visiting the vineyards because you always talked about going to italy

however with the job, europe was a little too far away (and expensive on short notice) so the californian vineyards at the closest that they've got

emily has some friends in california that help them find a good place

garcia also has family there so reminds luke that if anything goes wrong, her siblings can help them, though she also reminds luke that she's only being so nice for you not him in typical garcia fashion

honestly, luke is just glad the surprise doesn't get ruined

and when you wake up on a monday, expecting to go to work but instead, luke presents you with the plane tickets, you are ecstatic

it is the first time you've been truly relaxed in WEEKS

the team did their best to make sure that you avoided any familiar haunts in california since both you and luke wanted a relaxing week and they only texted you if it's an emergency or if they just wanted to check in to make sure everything was going okay

and the week the two of you have away is amazing, you indulge in food (and each other) and for the first time in months, you feel truly relaxed

luke was always able to make you feel relaxed but this is another level

and when you come back from the trip (luke confesses that the team knew on the plane ride back home), you have a glow to you that they all point out and they giggle and you thank them all for helping plan such an amazing week, you just feel so grateful for them

luke (despite his lack of actual planning) also gets plenty of praise but you showed most of that to him while on the getaway ;)

[clone-anon]

Coming Home for Life Day (Hevy x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 1049

Warnings: None, just fluff and a bit of making out

A/N: This is a little continuation of the fic I wrote for @sinfulsalutations for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange because I saw a comment from @anxiouspineapple99 and thought "I need to do something with that." This is a Hevy lives AU.

Happy holidays to all my readers! It's been such a great pleasure to write for you all and read as many fics around here as I can. I hope you know that even if you are alone or struggling this holiday season, your favorite clone will always hold you in their heart.

Your heart dropped when Hevy sent you a message to say the 501st wasn't going anywhere for Life Day and he wasn't yet sure how he could see you. You'd been looking forward to your first Life Day together, but were happy to hear he was still going strong with the physical effects of the explosion on Rishi seemingly behind him. A lot had happened since you saw him last. Kamino had been attacked and he'd been made an ARC trooper along with Fives and Echo. It was something he always wanted and you were so proud of him, but not being able to be with him made it bittersweet.

You decided to plan a trip for yourself and the next morning and headed to Naboo. It was few days before Life Day. Things could get hectic on Coruscant and you wanted some quiet time. A few rotations away from it all seemed like just what you needed. That night, you sent him a message and told him where you were, still hopeful you might be able to meet up on a nearby planet. You stayed at a little hotel in the foothills of the mountains. You'd been with some friends before and had always loved it. You described it in detail, pointing out the scenic spots that brought you peace, and describing the excellent food from the local bakery and cafe.

"I wish you were here," you added at the end.

"So do I," he replied to himself out loud as he read your message. He was already thinking about how he might get there. He wrote back, "I wish I was there too. I'm looking at our star."

Two troopers looked over his shoulder, read what he'd wrote, and started chuckling. Hevy turned around to look at them and pointedly replied, "Something that this di'kut and the one giggling next to him wouldn't know about."

Hevy wasn't afraid for his brothers to know he was in love. Even when they gave him a bit of a ribbing, he had good humor about it, but also knew when to set them straight. You messaged each other a quick good night. Hevy said he had a lot to do and you wanted to make sure he could do his job. What you didn't realize was that the work he was about to do was finding a way to get to Naboo in time for Life Day. The 501st had two rotations off. The GAR didn't see the point in sending them anywhere, so they were told to stay put, and they'd be shipped out to the next battle in two rotations' time.

Without telling you, he found a way to spend a night with you and get back in time to leave with the rest of the 501st. Rex had given him leave to take a civilian transport to Naboo from the nearest city. Once there, he got directions to the location you described. Apparently it was a favorite getaway for locals. He paid for transport and found himself standing in front of the hotel he was pretty sure you were staying at. He was really hoping he hadn't misunderstood what you'd told him.

You had been to the bakery and were just returning to the hotel. As you walked inside, you stopped and there he was.

"Hevy! It's you!"

You hurried up to him and practically threw yourself at him. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, relief and joy washing over him.

"What are you doing here," you asked him. You didn't know what to do. It was the first time seeing him in his new kit. It had been too long since you'd seen him, since you'd been able to touch him, to kiss him. He looked so handsome.

"I came to see you." He hugged you and kissed your forehead. "I have about a day before I have to go, but let's make the most of it."

You brought him up to your room and invited him in. You watched him take off his armor before shuffling into bed next to you in his blacks. It had been too long since you saw him last. All he wanted to do right now was hold you.

"I wasn't expecting this," you said. "If I'd have known I would have planned something. Brought more. Made reservations for dinner..."

"Don't worry about all that," he replied. He kissed your hand and held you. "You're all I want. Wherever we are, I'm always home when I'm with you."

You kissed him sweetly. He pulled you into his lap and took his time kissing your cheeks, massaging your back and hips, and pulling you as close as he could get. Your tongues gently danced together and you hummed at his familiar taste. You ran your hands through his hair, feeling the dryness brought on by the use of GAR issue shampoo and made a mental note to get him some conditioner while he was here. You pulled away just enough to search each other's eyes as you left little kisses on his face. He let out a deep breath, his body relaxing under your touch.

"So what else do you want for Life Day," he asked with a grin.

You gave him a look, but beamed back and replied, "I've always watched a holo in the afternoon while snacking on some treats. Actually that's why I was at the bakery earlier."

You set out the food and both got cozy in bed. You turned on a holo and watched together while munching on the variety of baked goods and dried fruit. It was perfect.

That evening, after getting some dinner together at the cafe across the way from the hotel, you laid in bed together, watching your star from the window. You put your head in his lap and Hevy carded his fingers through your hair. Moments like these were why he did all he could to see you with even the shortest amount of shore leave. Whether it was just for a few hours, a few nights, or a few weeks, he loved the feeling of you laying on him, resting, breathing slowly, as he ran his hand through your hair and soothed you to gentle sleep.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

between unsteady fingers and stuttering heart

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 959 | Read on AO3

You are peeling potatoes in the kitchen while Mark runs through plans for the next heist, and you mentally make a note of everything you'll need to pack as he does so.

The date of the job is set for next week and in all honesty, was a rather abrupt decision, but sometimes you just have to take the windows of opportunity when they arise. Money has been tight as of late; this is essentially your equivalent of a quick cash-grab.

This particular heist required minimal planning and effort, but the location is some ways away, so the pair of you would be staying somewhere to lay low overnight once you get away with the goods, before making your way back home the following day.

‘— so we'll have a couple possible exits to work with, but we should be able to make a clean getaway no problem.’

‘That's good.’

‘Oh, and I managed to book a room for the night but since the whole thing was kind of last minute, they were pretty limited on what they could offer us, especially with our current budget. Bed's pretty big though. We can share.’

Your eyes widen at that, mind briefly unfocused just long enough for the blade to slip too far.

‘Ah–! Shit—’

Mark's head shoots up at your pained exclaim, rushing to the counter where you are standing as soon as he catches a glimpse of the blood trailing down your hand.

‘Oh shit, how'd you manage that?’ he asks, voice littered with concern.

He grabs and hands you some tissues to soak up the blood, and you cradle them around the cut on your thumb.

Moving to the sink, you run it under the water.

‘It's not too deep but the bleeding isn't stopping…’ you say, turning off the tap.

‘You're gonna need to wait a couple minutes for it to clot. Here, let me see.’

He holds out his hand and you instinctively give him your injured one to inspect the damage. It's minimal, really. More of an inconvenience than anything.

Mark hums with a concerned frown. ‘Better take care of it.’

He reaches out to flip open the door to one of the kitchen cabinets, rifling through various shelves.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Looking for the first-aid, duh.’

‘Mark. I don't need first aid, it's not a big deal.’

‘At least put a Band-Aid on it.’

You sigh. ‘Fine.’

He takes out an antiseptic wipe and a plaster and once again holds out a hand expectantly.

‘I can do it myself,’ you say blankly.

‘Well clearly not,’ he retorts. ‘You can't even handle a knife without hurting yourself right now, apparently.’

‘Oh, please, I was just… distracted.’

‘Oh yeah? What was so distracting?’

You sigh in frustration, not having a response (or at least no truth you care to give) and give him your hand defeatedly.

He guides you to sit down opposite him, resting your arm on the table, and you keep your hand steady as he wipes the surface of the cut.

‘You're being extra.’

‘I'm being safe, do you want it to get infected?’

It stings a little, making you wince slightly, and he mutters a small ‘sorry’.

You can't help but take note of how gentle and calm he is as he handles you. Mindful and delicate. Your eyes drift from your connected hands up to his concentrated gaze, where they stay for a moment, watching the slow movement of his dark eyes.

You know for sure he would try to play down his own, actually serious injuries; it's happened before — and in the midst of your worry you didn't hesitate to give him a mouthful for his recklessness.

This is such a simple task in comparison, and yet the care with which he patches up the small, insignificant cut makes your stomach flip.

He finishes wrapping the plaster around your thumb, smoothing down the end.

‘All done! That wasn't so hard, was it?’

You mumble your thanks, looking down at your hand still in his.

‘Y'know, for someone so good with knots, grappling guns and all that jazz, it amazes me how clumsy you can be sometimes.’

‘...I told you, I just wasn't paying attention for a second,’ you say with a huff.

‘Mhm. You can't even use my distractingly handsome face as an excuse, you were facing the other way!’

You roll your eyes indignantly and he chuckles, tracing the smallest circle into your palm.

With a small quirk of a smile, he suddenly brings your hand up in front of him so his lips just barely brush your thumb over the plaster.

‘Need me to kiss it better?’ he teases, gaze flicking upwards to meet your own.

Your breath catches. There are a solid few seconds of you staring: eyes, lips, hands, before you quickly pull your hand away to your chest, flustered.

‘I– I'm good,’ you utter, vision averted to anywhere other than his smirking face.

‘Alright then. Do you need me to take over, or…?’ he asks, gesturing to the half-peeled potato on the counter.

‘Oh! Thanks, but I've got it now, don't worry,’ you reassure, with a small, appreciative pat on his arm as you get up to make your way over to the counter.

Your skin still tingles ever so slightly with the warmth from his palms. You spare a moment to wonder whether he realises the effect he has on you, before quickly shaking those thoughts from your head.

Mark goes back to his plans, marking out paths and points on his diagram and listing off escape routes, when it occurs to you what had sidetracked your attention in the first place.

Oh no.

It is going to be a long couple of days.

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Your au makes me happy. Do you have any little tidbits of information that are unlikely to be used for anything, but remain in the back of your mind regardless? Kinda like the TV preferences thing. I'd love to hear anything you're willing to share.

I’m glad you like it, this au and it’s versions of the characters are my children I love them so much!

- FazMike is able to hack into just about anything due to Freddy being connected to the internet.

- Jeremy was kicked out for being trans and was in the process of looking for a place while working at the fnaf 2 location. Freddy did a background check and then Mike invited him to live with them and Evan.

- Mike hates talking to people because he twitches and stutters due to being fused with Freddy. Freddy usually takes over and it’s very disconcerting to the person they’re talking with because they go from Mike’s strange mix of American-English accent, to Freddy’s more “customer service” way of speaking.

- It’s pretty easy to tell the two apart if you know them. Freddy still talks close to his animatronic form and is kind of a mother hen, while Mike is looser with his speech and basically a gremlin like Greg.

- Michael’s mother, Carmen, called him Miguel as a fuck you to William before she left.

- Evan’s special interest is true crime and he quickly gained the title of Gregory’s cool uncle after infodumping to the 9 year old.

- Freddy is very weirded out seeing his animatronic self when FazMike takes a job at the Pizzaplex.

- Evan’s Fredbear plush sits on his desk at his fnaf 1 job, the rest of the time it sits on his bed.

- Evan used the name Mike Schmidt for his job and Mike isn’t sure wether he should feel honored or insulted to be used as an alias.

- Jeremy will tell increasingly strange and unbelievable stories about the scar he got from Mangle. The kids at the beach believe he wrestled a crocodile and lost.

- Mike treats Freddy like an Alexa after learning he’s connected to the internet. (this one my gal thought of)

- Freddy is the actual dad while Mike is the fun dad and lets Greg get away with arson and other crimes.

- Gregory has like 4 dads. Animatronic Freddy, FazMike, and Jeremy.

- Jeremy is the only one with an actually stable job, staying away from Fazbear Entertainment. He’s Mike’s getaway driver whenever his boyfriend commits arson.

- I don’t have much on Helpy yet, but he’s definitely there, kinda like a parrot who knows advanced physics.

- Freddy made Evan a snack every night when he worked night shift.

- Mike is missing most of his internal organs after the scoop, but Ennard never used him as a meat suit because Freddy being fused with Mike confused them. Mike is not purple, but he’s got a gaping hole in his stomach for over a year while it heals up. No one actually knows how he’s alive, but they assume it’s something to do with Freddy being there.

That’s all I can think of so far but I’m sure there will be more in the future. I love these asks!

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Queen Ramonda x Reader Let's Tell The World

Summary: Your relationship with the Queen has been flourishing behind closed doors, and you want to keep that way. But as Christmas approaches Ramonda decides she wants nothing more than to have a real relationship with you. One where the two of you don't have to hide anymore, but you're hesitant to the idea.

Ramonda was more than happy with the direction her relationship was going with you, but as she was brought out of her slumber for fiftieth time. Since you and her started to see each other, and you started spending every night in her bed chambers. She couldn't help but think what it would be like if the two of you didn't have to hide your love for each other anymore.

No more would she be startled awake by the sound of you trying to get decent again, so you could slip out of her room and out of palace. Unseen and unheard only to return a few hours later for early morning Dora Milaje drills. Despite you doing your best to move in silence as to not wake her. You were never successful.

"Have you always been such a soft sleeper my love? You asked her pulling your shirt over your head. You made your way over to her side of the bed to lean down and press a goodbye kiss to her forehead.

"Not always I became a soft sleeper after having children as you know a mother's job never ends" she murmured in a sleepy voice. Not quite fully awake but still managed to smile at the feel of your lips on her bare skin. Her hands pushed their way free from the covers to reach up and cup your face. Ramonda pulled your face back down to place a real kiss upon your lips.

"Ramonda I have to go plus I have morning breath" You protested with a laugh. After she finally pulled away only to kiss the side of your mouth.

"I don't care my love I wish for the day you didn't have to sneak out of my room like some harlot" Ramonda replied.

You shook your head trying to mask the disappointment on your face as indifference. While keeping your relationship a secret didn't bother you as much. You did wish you could stay with her a bit longer during the early morning, and had more time with her besides the secret getaways. The two of you managed to go on whenever you accompanied her on trips outside of Wakanda. You were assigned as one of her main guards for travel alongside Ayo.

"Unfortunately my love if the truth was to come out that's exactly how most of the country would see me. But don't worry about that I'm happy with where we are. I never thought this day would come, so I don't care if we have to hide. This is still a dream come true now go back to sleep." You pressed one last kiss to her cheek before turning to leave the room with a soft smile. The sun wasn't even peeking out from the sky yet. Instead it was the moonlight shinning through her giant windows illuminating your face.

The Queen let out a sigh in annoyance wanting nothing more to call you back into her room, and discuss revealing the relationship to everyone. She wanted to promise you that she wouldn't allow anyone to call you such a thing, and if they did. Ramonda would have them dealt with immediately. She wanted to tell you that she was proud to call you hers, and wanted everyone else to know as well.

But you counter all that with worries about your career and image. While she could do her best to reassure you that nothing would change. She knew she couldn't promise to keep people from talking behind your back, or the hushed whispers and side looks that would you have to deal with. Whenever you went out without her by your side. No one would dare disrespect you in front of her, but without her you would be fair game.

Ayo went easy on the Doras the next morning, and made the announcement that everyone would have the night off. A younger woman who was new to the army asked what was the occasion? There had to be one if she was granting all of you the night off.

The occasion was Holiday festivities while Wakanda didn't really celebrate the Christmas holiday as most people in the world did. The country did throw a few parties and have parades on the eve of the holiday, and the day of. It was a way of celebrating life, and another year of good fortune. And everyone in the country was granted with the opportunity to partake in the event. So for the next two nights all of you would be free to have fun, but guarding duties would be resumed the next morning.

The General wasn't worried about the royal family being protected considering. Every year the royal family would host a private dinner with the council, close friends, and other important figures in attendance. Of course the personal guards for the Queen and Shuri would make the list. So they would still have plenty of protection as the army stayed ready for anything. Not to mention everyone coming through those doors would be patted down, and questioned.

Ayo, Okoye and Aneka all assumed you would make the list this year as well, but surprisingly your name was missing from the guest list. You were catching up on some last minute training when Okoye approached you on the subject.

"So do you have any exciting plans for the night?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm going to one of the parades with a few of the girls. Then I might stop by a party or two you know show my face, mingle a little bit and leave." You told her watching her movements carefully to anticipate her attack.

Okoye gave her a spear a lazy spin as she studied you with a slight frown at your answer. "Are you sure that is wise?"

"Why wouldn't it be" You questioned in confusion. Your grip on spear relaxed a little bit as you pondered her sudden interest in your holiday plans. You did the same thing every year why would this one be different?

Without realizing it you left yourself open for an attack, and Okoye took full advantage lunging forward bringing her spear down hard on yours. Knocking it free from your hands and before you could retrieve. She slammed the blunt end of her spear until your chest making you stumble back a few feet with a groan. Okoye followed going low and throwing her leg as she spun sweeping your feet out from under your body.

You went down on the floor hard on your back, and your groans filled the air. As you rolled over to your side but you ended on settling on your back trying to process the pain. "Well I see losing your position hasn't affected your fighting skills at all. What was that for?" You complained wincing as your fingers grazed the rising bump on your chest.

"We were sparring" Okoye answered in a nonchalant voice, but the fire burning in her eyes gave her away. You had said something wrong.

"Really because all that just felt a little personal too me" You pressed her propping yourself up on your elbows. Giving yourself a better view of her face.

"Come on let's go again" she tried to deflect holding out her hand for you to take.

You just stared at her with a raised eyebrow, and shook your head. "No I'm not getting back up until you tell me what's going on Okoye.

Okoye let out a sight of defeat then opted to just take a seat beside you. She laid her spear down on the opposite side. "I thought you would be attending the royal family dinner."

Immediately you let out a bark of laughter but stopped when she shot you hardened look. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, and turned so your body was facing hers. "I'm sorry but what gave you that impression. I've never been invited the previous years. Why would this year be any different?"

"I assumed after certain events led to some change in circumstances. Queen Ramonda would want you there personally" Okoye said with a knowing look.

It hit you right then that she knew the truth about your relationship with the Queen, and fear flared up inside of you. If she knew then how many others were able to guess. You thought maybe you could deny it. "I don't know what you're implying Okoye but there has been no change in circumstance between me and the Queen."

"Don't be stupid usisidenge" she exclaimed in return leaning forward to flick your forehead. "I was the General of the Dora Milaje for many years do you think I did not notice your growing feelings for the Queen. And now as the General of the Midnight Angels I've been spending even more time at the palace listening to Shuri's constant ideas for upgrades. I'm still a guard at heart and old habits die hard. Do you think I didn't take note of everyone coming and leaving the palace during the late hours of the night. Especially someone making the journey from the royal wing night after night."

You rubbed your forehead your eyes filled with irritation. You thought you were being careful obviously you weren't. "Who else knows?" You asked her.

"Ayo and Aneka know but no one else to my knowledge" she told you.

You were getting ready to let out a sigh of relief, but it turned into a groan when she interrupted you to throw in one more thing. "I believe Shuri suspects something between you and her mother, but I can't confirm if she knows."

"Why didn't you kick out me out of the army if you always knew how I felt about the Queen from the start?" You were asking out of genuine curiosity but also in a serious matter. When you joined the Dora Milaje the Queen was married and her husband was alive.

"Your feelings only guaranteed you would surely protect her to the best of your ability, and you knew your place" Okoye answered without hesitation.

"You don't think I've lost sight of my place" You pressed her further trying to garner rather or not she was judging you.

"If the Queen wants you by her side and warming her bed then that is your place. I won't question her seeking out happiness she deserves after everything she's been through. It doesn't matter who she finds it with as long as it is true and real." Okoye showed no sign of deception in her words, and a warm approving smile formed on her face at the end. She was truly happy and fully supported you and the Queen.

You felt as if a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders with her approval. You knew the biggest challenge with revealing the relationship would come from your fellow sisters losing some respect for you, and it wouldn't be easy to navigate. Knowing that Okoye, your General, and her lover already knew and were in line with it brought you some comfort. But not enough for you to feel comfortable enough to want to bring the truth to the light.

"Well all of this is good to know but I'm not attending the party tonight. The Queen didn't send me an invite plus it would look weird if I'm there" You said.

"Not necessarily after all you're the hero who saved her life just a month ago. Its believed the Council wanted to award you. She could use that as a cover" Okoye countered.

She made a good point but you weren't about to budge. "Someone might notice something between us, and the whole thing could implode. I won't risk it Okoye."

She opened her mouth to protest further but you held up a single hand shooting her a firm look. "I'm not going to step out on her tonight I promise. I love that woman with every fiber in my being, and would never do anything to jeopardize that. Now please drop it."

Okoye knew there was nothing more she could say and letted it go like you requested.

Later On

When you got home an hour later and found an gold envelope on your doorstep. Dread filled your entire body as you guessed what it was before opening it. The contents of the letter turned out to be a literal nightmare for you.

It was an official invite to the royal family dinner tonight, and as much as you wanted to be a no-show. You knew that wasn't an option. It turns out Okoye wasn't lying when she said the Council wanted to present you with an award. The invitation as it turned out was from them, and not the Queen. If you didn't show your face they would see it as a sign of disrespect.

So you instead of dressing up instead of keeping your outfit fun and casual. You went with something a bit more formal a sleeveless gold dress that went just past your knees with some black heels. You threw on a simple golden chain.

The party was in full swing when you walked through the huge double doors. Aneka had patted you down at the entrance and gave you a wink once she was done. You were starting to wonder if this was a setup, but knew it couldn't be. No one would try and get those three in on something like this. They would be the biggest obstacle in your relationship.

Queen Ramonda was busy in conservation with M'Baku and Okoye when you made your appearance, but as if she could sense your presence. Her eyes darted in your direction in what was just a quick glance, and just one quick look was all it took to get her blushing. She did her best to hold her composure and managed quite well. The only one who noticed a change in behavior was Okoye.

You made your way over to Ayo believing it wouldn't bring any suspicion.

Ayo greeted you with a tiny nod which you returned. "Please tell me the plan is to ignore her all night. She will be presenting the award after all." Her voice was a hushed whisper so no one else could hear.

"The less we interact the better don't you think" You replied.

"Too much caution and people might still suspect something. Go over and speak with her" Ayo demanded.

You didn't move right away causing her to take you by the arm with strong grip. "I'm still your General which means you have to listen that was an order y/n."

You turned to her with a look of disbelief that she was actually using the rank card. Ayo just smiled in return nodding her head in Ramona's direction who was now alone.

She was standing off to the side giving everyone who passed her a courtesy nod and hello. The Queen was dressed in a simple but beautiful black gown with a black headpiece. In your eyes she made simplicity look like elegance with ease. You hurried over stopping right in front of her. Your words stuck on your tip of your tongue as a radiant smile graced her lips at your appearance. That smile was usually reserved for private moments between you and her only.

"You look stunning sthandwa" she said quietly

"As do you my Queen" You whispered as your eyes scanned the room to catch any change in the surrounding guest's behavior. You were able to catch the subtle smirk on Shuri's face. Of course she could hear the interaction with the power of the heart-shaped herb. How could you forget, but the Princess seemed to remain unbothered.

"I'm surprised you showed up I heard that you had your doubts about attending." Queen Ramonda said wanting nothing more to brush the hair strands out of your face.

"I did but I figured not showing up after the Council invitation would look even more weird." You told her moving to stand beside her.

"Would it really be so bad to tell everyone the truth tonight?" she asked. She sounded a little too hopeful for your liking. You didn't want to disappoint her.

"Your Highness you and I both know that's not a real option."

"I don't see why it not" she scoffed.

"Because no one here would accept it" You whispered your tone becoming a bit harsh.

"A few already has" Ramonda insisted.

"Your daughter and most loyal guards don't count" You argued.

Queen Ramonda let out a sigh of frustration before going to turn away, but you caught her by the wrist and led her behind a wide pole. It was able to hide both of you from view.

"I want nothing more than us to have the freedom to be out in the open entle" You started bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. She leaned into the touch closing her eyes with a hum of satisfaction. "But now is not the right time now with everything that just happened. Just give Wakanda a bit more time yeah" You finished.

"There will never be a right time y/n" Ramonda countered.

"I know I know" You agreed leaning your head up against the pole. "But there can be a better time my love please."

Queen Ramonda gave you a slight nod and while you wanted to kiss her more than anything. It was way too crowded for that but with an adoring look in your eyes you slipped away back into the party. She watched you leave with a saddened expression. She was Queen and had given everything for her country. Why couldn't she have this one thing without such hardships? Perhaps you were overthinking it a little too much.

You actually enjoyed the rest of the party talking and laughing with your fellow friends, and when it came time for the feast. You did end up seating beside the Queen and usually the General would sit there. But Ayo chose to sit with Aneka just a few chairs down next to her on the other side was of course Shuri.

The award took place after the ceremony and just as promised Queen Ramonda was the one to present it. She stood in the center of the dinning room at the very top of the stairs. A member of the Merchant tribe stood by her side with a medium sized flat squared black box in his arms. "May I please have everyone's attention?"

The entire room was silenced upon her request, and you watched as the Council members moved a bit closer to the stairs positioned in a horizontal line.

"Before this night comes to a close I would like to take this time to honor one of Wakanda's greatest warrior with a medal for. A great act of bravery and sacrifice as she nearly gave her life to save my own, and a young girl. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be standing here right now, and this is the least we could do to show our appreciation for her dedication." She said her voice loud and clear. It was filled with pride and a hint of love but so subtle that most wouldn't pick up on it.

Ayo clapped you on the shoulder shaking you a bit, and you couldn't hold back the nervous smile.

"Could y/n daughter of Wakanda please come up here to receive her medal" Queen Ramonda called out to you.

The crowd burst in a round of applause as you made your way to the stairs. Each member of the Council congratulated you in the mother tongue while reaching out to pat you on the shoulder as you passed them. You paused on the step right below her and hung your head low. Queen Ramonda took the medal from the box and slipped the black chain holding it around your neck.

There was no concealing the love in her eyes as you lifted your head up to make eye contact. While crossing your arms over your chest as she returned the gesture. Everyone else repeated it back as you ascended the last step to stand beside her. All of your fellow guards regarded you with a proud look. They would tell stories about you and that very day where you rescued the Queen and Riri despite being on the verge of bleeding out from a severe injury.

"There is one more announcement I would like to make" Queen Ramonda said out of nowhere.

All the cheering came to a halt instantly, and your head snapped in her direction with worry. Her words caught you off guard because what else could they be. You could feel it in your bones what she was about to say. Her eyes flickered to yours in a brief second, and her smile softened in the way that it did. Whenever she told you how much she loved you, whenever she had to reassure you there was nothing inappropriate about your relationship.

She opened her mouth but in a split second decision you beat her to it. "I will be taking on a new position as the Queen's personal bodyguard." You spoke up with fake smile. "After the events with Talokan I spoke with the Queen and came to the conclusion the royal family needs their own personal guard. Warriors who will not leave the royal family's side even if the city is threatened."

The Council gave each other questioning looks at the news, while most people in the room started clapping. They were surprised the Queen would make such an important decision without their input.

Ayo was shaking her head in disappointment while Okoye frowned at you, and Shuri was focused on her mother.

You turned to her trying to keep a happy face on, but the hurt was evident in her eyes. Nevertheless she did back you up.

"Well it looks like she got a little overexcited didn't you y/n" she joked with a smile that didn't reach her ears.

"How could I not my Queen" You replied.

After that the rest of the party was spent with you dealing with a load of questions about being the head of the royal family's personal guard, and people still congratulating you. Ayo and Okoye did speak with you but didn't hide the disapproval of your decision to blatantly lie. When they knew the Queen wanted nothing more than to tell the truth.

When it all came to an end you went home and changed into something more comfortable. A pair of black sweatpants with a matching hoodie to combat the chilly air that the night would bring. It didn't matter what transpired at the party you was still going to your love tonight.

As usual when you arrived at her door there were no Doras in sight as they were switching out. Giving you the two minutes needed to slip inside her room undetected. She wasn't waiting in her bed like usual instead Ramonda stood by the window looking out into the city.

"We need to talk my love" You said getting straight to the point.

"Why?" was her simple reply but that one word held so much power. She was asking so many questions with it and the hurt in her voice broke your heart.

"You know why we talked about a few minutes before you tried to reveal our relationship to the most important people in this country."

"I'm the Queen of this country am I not allowed to tell my truth?" She said whirling around to face you. "Who can defy me?

"The Council Queen Ramonda and you know they will. None of them would approve of our relationship. They would see it as a big scandal and disgrace to your marriage. Every single one of them is stuck in the old way of things." You reminded her running a hand over your smooth head.

"My word is final they cannot force us apart if I wish to be with you" Ramonda argued moving to take your hands in her own.

You wanted to believe her but you knew the Council held just as much power as the ruler did. Especially when it came to upholding decades of tradition. "They will fight you every step of the way. Why are you pushing this so hard?"

"Because I love you and I grow tired of hiding it. I want to be able to take you out into the city. I want you to be able to stay with me through the night and early morning. I have missed having someone by my side since my husband's passing, and I believed I would never find love again. But then you were there and revealed your feelings for me answering my prayers for Bast." Ramonda cupped your face between her hands making you look her in they eyes. "Am I wrong for wanting the freedom to declare my love for you openly?"

"Of course not my love I want the same" You said. "But you seem to forget that our love can ruin me if this isn't handled with delicacy."

It was as if you drove your spear in her heart with your words as she recoiled from you letting her hands drop from your face. The hurt in her eyes matched the look of betrayal in your own. "We agreed to give this more time ease everyone into it so I'm not forced out of my position."

"And what position would that be as a Dora, or the fake one you concocted up tonight" Ramonda fired back.

"You gave me no choice" You cried.

"I gave you the choice of telling our truth but you would rather hide behind more lies" She demanded.

"Ramonda the truth is I love you more than anything in this freaking world, and it would literally killed me if someone took away my ability to protect you. To be with you and that is what we risk if we rush this. So yes I'd rather hide our love behind a lie than face the possibility of a world where I can't be near you." You were shouting now and using her name without her title. You needed her to understand why the relationship had to stay a secret.

Queen Ramonda was silent for a while just standing there in shock at your outburst. Deep down she knew you were right, and she hated it. She had been through so much and was tired of keeping up with so many facades. "Y/N" she whispered your name softly.

"No I can see this is hurting you and I don't want that. I fear Okoye was wrong earlier about something."

She didn't like the tone of defeat in your voice. Her head tilted to the side with suspicion in her eyes. "What did Okoye say?"

"She said I always knew my place in your life but it would seem I forgot my love. It seems we both have" You told her pulling her into your embrace.

Your words didn't register in her brain but once they did. Queen Ramonda fought her way out of your grip. She searched your face for any sign of weakness, but you showed none. "My love we can't do this anymore."

"Y/N if you wish for us to stay a secret we shall" she insisted

You shook your head. "That's not fair to you."

Ramonda opened her mouth to continue the argument but you leaned forward to press your lips to her forehead with a tender kiss. You knew if you let her go on she would convince you to backtrack on your decision.

You pulled away and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I will never love anyone else" you swore, and just like that you had turned around and left her room after those words.

Queen Ramonda was rooted in that spot long after you were gone with her mind going crazy. She wondered if the past month with you had just been a dream. All the laughs, smiles, I love you's, and stolen moments. How were you able to walk away from all that so easily. Eventually she did make her way to her bed wondering if you would change your mind.

You didn't.

And for the first night in the a month and twenty-two days. Queen Ramonda found herself alone and unable to sleep.

[dailyreverie]

Hiii Jul! May I request #2 “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.” with Poe, please? 🥺 If it's not taken of course!

The holiday

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for requesting! second, I really really hope you like it, this is nothing ut pure tooth-rotting fluff.

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day #2: “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word Count: 675 words

Warnings: Sleepy cuddly Poe. Poe gets kind of steamy.

When you open your eyes and stretch your arms, you already know it was going to be impossible to get out of bed. It was not just because of Poe’s arm holding you so close to his chest - though it may have been a reason -, but because of the cold that could be felt all the way inside your room.

You had arrived at the sanctuary moon of Endor for a recon mission the afternoon before, just in time to avoid the freezing night rain that had turned into snow just a few minutes later. Poe had somehow managed to get a cozy cabin to spend the days you were going to be there, with a big chimney to warm your room and the coziest blankets thrown on the bed.

Waking up to the smell of smokey wood and to Poe’s shampoo felt more like a holiday than a mission, and the cold outside was not helping at all. The window had the perfect view of the forest, and of the fog that had covered it entirely, trapping an even colder wind in between the tall trees. You wanted nothing but to stay like that, forever in between Poe’s arms in a cold winter morning, still, you tried moving away from Poe’s grasp in an attempt to go and start your day.

“Where do you think you are going?” His voice, still full of sleep, was enough to stop you.

“We need to get ready to leave.” You reminded him, holding his hand to unhook his arm from around your waist.

He groaned, but eventually, a smile broke on his face. “Not really, we don’t.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t Finn waiting for you to send the intel?” As you ask, Poe successfully pulls you back under his weight, without any intention of letting you go.

“Nope,” He pops the p, kissing under your earlobe as he pulls the blanket over the two of you. “No one’s waiting for anything.” You should really keep asking, find out what he even is talking about, but then he starts kissing down your earlobe to your jaw, your neck, your clavicle… his job of distracting you working as a charm as you let out a little moan and curl into his chest, forgetting for a second how cold it is outside.

“Wait, wait… so the mission-” You push him away, trying to make sense of whatever Poe planned. He meets your eyes with his eyelids half-closed, looking at you without answering as you try and figure out the past 12 hours. “You made it up?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Poe admits innocently. “After the year we had, now that it’s all over, I figured we could use a holiday.” You have no words left to say, you can only look at him and hope your smile is enough for him to understand how thankful you are and how much you love him.

“So this means we don’t have to go out and freeze?” You cuddle closer to him, kissing him softly when you meet him in the middle again. “Or was all this just an excuse to stay in bed for a bit longer?”

Poe shakes his head with a small laugh, all while he manages to climb on top of you and cage you under his body. “No excuses, I’m being serious. Let’s just stay here, where it’s warm, and maybe we’ll see some snow falling today…” He kisses you again, slowly, your lips moving in sync and his tongue teasing yours as he speaks in between kisses “...turn the fire on, stay in bed all day, whatever you want to do.”

“This. This is all I want to do.” You finally let go of every other question about Poe’s surprise getaway, feeling his smile against your lips as he keeps kissing you over and over again, as if kissing you was the only thing that could keep the cold away - you figure out it may be working, since you are never cold again that morning.

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The Woods Are My Home

Summary: Lexa has spent months planning the perfect weekend camping getaway so she can propose to Clarke at sunset on a cliffside. But, just like her life, the universe seems to have other plans, and Lexa realizes that perfection cannot be planned.

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Lexa had always loved the woods. It was the mix of the petrichor and pine smells, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the calming colors, and the serenity of it all. Today, she was hoping to add “beautiful memories” to that list, if she could just get this damn tire changed.

“Do you need help, stud?” Clarke asked.

Lexa stood on the crow bar, attempting to loosen the lug nuts that were keeping the blown tire stuck on the truck. “I don’t know what monster tightened this so much, but it isn’t budging.” She huffed as she gave a small hop to add some extra weight to it, eventually knocking it loose. “Finally,” she said before looking up to the blue eyes she loved. “I got it, Clarke. Don’t worry, you’re supposed to be relaxing this weekend.”

“We’re supposed to be relaxing, this weekend, if I recall correctly,” she corrected. “Come on, let me help,” Clarke offered one final time.

Lexa gave in, asking her to roll the spare over, and the two of them were eventually on the road again. It took a few more hours before they finally reached a secluded site off a Forest Road. The roads were not maintained and required a high clearance vehicle. Lexa knew the roads from her job as a volunteer for the Polis Search and Rescue Team. She taught the specialized skills required for the job to those in Arkadia and other departments across the country after being medically discharged from her job as an Air Force Pararescue Jumper (PJ).

The site was perfect. Soft pine needles cushioned the small circular clearing. A few trees gave cover in case the 17% chance of rain decided to surprise them. And the sparsity of the trees allowed front row seating to the night sky. As she stepped out of the car, she could smell the fresh pine as the sun heated it, releasing the glorious scent. She took a deep breath, settling herself from the bad start to her perfectly planned trip and mentally preparing herself for what could be the biggest moment of her life thus far.

“You alright?” She felt her favorite pair of arms wrap around her from behind and place a kiss on her shoulder. Turning her head slightly, she gave a quick peck to Clarke’s forehead and smiled. “Of course, I am. I’m in my favorite place in the world, with my favorite person in the world. There isn’t much that could make this better.”

“What about your favorite beer as we sit by the creek for just a bit before setting up,” Clarke suggested, giving her one more kiss before stepping away to start grab drinks.

“You know me so well,” Lexa said in a mockingly dreamy tone as she placed her hands over her heart. “How’d a woman like me get so lucky?” she joked.

The creek had been rejuvenating. The cool water ran over their feet as they sat on the bank, holding hands, and drinking their beers. Clarke tried to pry details out of Lexa about the hike they were going on the next day, but Lexa was adamant about keeping it a secret. “I told you how I found it. That’s all I’m telling you.”

The remainder of the evening passed quickly. Between having to wait till after work to start the drive and losing time to the blown tire, there wasn’t much time to enjoy their setup. Although they did make sure to stay up by the fire for a while to just stare at the stars while in each other’s presence.

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A thunderous boom cracked from the west as they finished up breakfast late the next morning. “Of course, you would,” Lexa internally scolded the universe. She knew there was a small chance of rain, minuscule some would say, but in all her planning there had been no mention of thunderstorms. Rain, they could handle, even hike in if necessary to reach the cliffside in time. But Lexa would not risk their lives with lightning.

Not wanting to give away her disappointment in having something else ruin this special weekend, she settled her face before turning towards Clarke and standing. “We should go hang out in the truck until the thunderstorm passes.” She helped Clarke out of her seat and the two of them did a quick grab of the chairs, coffee, and trash before jumping into the truck. The huff she let out as she settled into her seat must have been louder than anticipated. A tender hand came and rested on face, a soft thumb stroking the side of her face.

“Hey baby,” Clarke whispered, calling to her. “I’m sorry our trip out here hasn’t started out so well,” she commented. “I know how much you were looking forward to getting away from life for a few days and just be.” Lexa hummed and nodded, letting Clarke know she heard her.

“Once this goes away,” Clarke continued, “we’ll start our hike.” She pulled her hand from Lexa’s face and reached into the glove box, pulling out the travel Cribbage set Lexa kept in the car.

“Until then, we might as well kill some time.” She waggled the set at Lexa, smiling. “It’s what it’s here for, right?”

The game was a good idea. Not only did it take Lexa’s mind off the storm, it also cheered her up. Playing games was one of the things her and Clarke loved to do together. When she was deployed, they would sometimes play Yahtzee together. Each had their own set and they’d play over Facetime. When together, Cribbage was their go to game.

They started playing the game when Lexa was stuck in the hospital after her helicopter had been attacked during a rescue gone wrong. She had been shot in the shoulder, and broke one of her legs jumping out of the it before it crashed down. The doctors were worried about infections due to the time she was stuck in the field, as well as the humid, sweat drenching terrain they had been stuck in. Lexa, active by nature, was going stir crazy laying in the hospital. Her wonderful girlfriend, her Clarke, had tried so hard to make sure she didn’t feel alone or bored. That’s when the suggestion of games came about, and thus was born their Cribbage addiction.

Three games and a short nap later, the clouds had departed and the sun was shining. It was as if the universe realized it had wronged them and was gifting a peace offering to Lexa. Trying hard to put the past events behind her, she prepped her backpack for the trip. Blanket, check. First aid kit, check. Water, check. Candles, check. Mini champagnes, check. And most importantly, ring, check. She opened the crushed blue velvet box to look at the ring one last time. It was a simple, white gold ring, with small diamonds inlaid into the band, and a small, raised, round diamond in the center. Clarke had mentioned long ago that she had no want for a large ring; she didn’t want it to get in the way of work or life. So, Lexa went with simple, small, but elegant.

Clarke popped her head into the tent, Lexa quickly shutting and palming the box in her fist. “You ready to go, Lex? I’ve got the food, my water, sweatshirts, and my first aid kit. Anything else I need?” she inquired.

Lexa shook her head and placed the ring back into her bag. “I’m all good.”

The hike started out great. The path was surrounded by the giant trees she loved, yet the rays from the sun were still able to sneak their way through the breaks in the canopy. Birds had come out of hiding, chirping away and playing in the water. Lexa’s hand was entwined with Clarke’s, the two of them enjoying the quiet walk and each other’s company. Quick glances and small smiles were exchanged as they climbed their way over the gravely terrain.

The storm had been more about lightning and thunder than rain, and the gravel made for easy walking. They were almost half way to the spot and making good time. Lexa would have to rearrange her plan slightly, but the most important part was still in place. By the time the sunset was over, she would hopefully be sipping champagne with her fiancé. A loud yelp brought her out of her thoughts. She turned around to watch Clarke struggle on a random patch of slippery clay and completely lose her footing.

She rushed towards her. “Shit,” Lexa bellowed, kneeling next to her. “Are you alright, Clarke?” She looked down, noting the woman grabbing at her ankle and the pain radiating over her face.

Lexa slowly lifted Clarke’s hands away, “let me take a look at it, baby.” Clarke nodded and gave Lexa free reign; she knew she was in great hands.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” Lexa said after careful observation. “It’s swollen, but there’s no sign of a break.” Lexa’s face showed only concern. Her proposal plans were definitely off now, but she was more worried about her love being in pain. “I’m going to press a little bit to see if it can take any weight.” She gave it a slight push, intently watching Clarke’s face for any sign of pain. A quick grimace told Lexa that Clarke should not be walking back down.

“I’m sorry, Lexa.” She heard Clarke say through gritted teeth.

“Please, Clarke. I’m sorry this happened to you.” She tried to give her an assuring smile but failed. “Let’s get this splinted and wrapped so we can get you back down to camp.” She left no room for argument.

Between the two of them, Clarke having been a paramedic for a few years, the leg was immobilized and they were ready to make their way back down the path. “I’m going to carry you down on my back,” Lexa told Clarke.

“Lexa, I’m not going to do that. It’s not good for your leg and you could slip with me throwing your balance off” Clarke argued.

“It’ll be fine, Clarke. We just started on the upward slope not long ago.” She rolled her eyes. “Plus, I’m cleared for rescues. Let me rescue you,” she pleaded. Lexa felt safter knowing most of the path down was embedded with gravel sized rock, allowing for great traction.

Lexa knew Clarke was fully aware there weren’t many options. It was either be carried, throw her arm over Lexa’s shoulder and hobble down together, or stay put. Finally, Lexa heard Clarke groan. “Fine.” Lexa smiled, lifted her carefully, and got Clarke settled on her back.

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Thanks to her job, Lexa was extremely fit. She had grown up playing sports, one being trail running. Her fitness level exploded when she became a PJ. The career field had been dominated by men for decades. When she started the pipeline to become a PJ, the Air Force had just started giving women the chance to attempt to join the elite force. The first woman through, Indra Groves, had finished fourth in her class and inspired Lexa to become a PJ herself. A fellow teammate from high school, Anya, had graduated second in her class from PJ School. When Anya found out Lexa was going attempting to become a PJ, she offered her any help she could so Lexa could finish at the top of her class. Which she did, with Anya and Clarke’s help.

That life had all came crashing down, along with their helicopter. They lost two of their crew that day. The pilot and co-pilot gave their lives holding onto the controls as long as possible, allowing the others a chance to bail. Anya, Lincoln, Lexa, and Roan had all made it out alive, but very much worse for wear.

Lexa’s leg started to ache shortly before arriving to their campsite. She didn’t lie to Clarke; she had been cleared for rescue missions. But she left out the part where the doc said it could still take a toll on her body and that she needed to weigh every rescue with the potential for days of pain as she recovered. Lexa had listened, but she would always put Clarke first.

Together, the two sat Clarke down into the tent as darkness started to cover the skies. Lexa grunted as she knelt down, causing Clarke to raise her eyebrow as she raked her eyes over Lexa’s body. “How’s your leg doing, Commander?” Crap. That nickname had been given to her by Anya after Lexa had become a bit too commanding on their first mission, especially considering she was the newest to the team. Clarke used the name sparingly, and normally as a tease, which meant Clarke was onto her.

Lexa could try to lie, but she didn’t want to. Not only that, but just like Clarke could read her body, she could also read all her subtle expressions. There was no way out of this. “Hurts,” she stated, nonchalantly.

“Uh-huh.” Clarke rolled her eyes. Lexa knew that look. She was in trouble. Clarke must have been able to see her distress because she let it go. But Lexa could no longer let it go.

“Let’s get your leg propped up on these,” she instructed while grabbing their pillows. “She reached into her bag, grabbed the ice pack, and activated it with a quick crack. “If you’ll be alright for 10 minutes, I need to clear my head.”

“I’m sure I can manage,” Clarke confirmed. “It’s been a while since my paramedic days, but I still remember the basics.” She winked at Lexa. “Go. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Lexa felt bad leaving, but she needed to pull herself together, and to do that she needed to let these feelings settle over her so she could deal with them head on. Lexa knew that no life was perfect, but she thought that her dues had been paid. Yes, her life was good. She loved her job, had great friends, and had found the love of her life. But it had in no way been perfect, personally, career wise, or in her relationship with Clarke. She traipsed through the woods as she thought back on her life with Clarke, and how they got to this point.

She had met Clarke while training in Arkadia to become a PJ. After making it through all the military training and testing, she had to learn how to save lives. They were taught to manage trauma patients prior to evacuation and provide emergency medical treatment. They practiced in simulated life or death situations, and were required to do an extensive number of hours as a paramedic in the city. On one of her first nights, she was dumbstruck by a beautiful, sarcastic, and wickedly smart woman who commanded the paramedic team. She had introduced herself as Clarke, to which Lexa’s dumbass could only respond with, “I was expecting a dude.”

Never had she felt so stupid. She avoided the team as much as possible that night, keeping to herself whenever they weren’t saving a life. At the end of the shift, Clarke pulled her aside to make sure Lexa was alright. “I know the first few shifts can be rough, but you’ll get used to it,” Clarke had told her, clearly misreading the situation. Lexa wasn’t scared, just distracted by the woman. She knew she had to pull herself together. She told her she would do better, and Clarke promised to teach her everything she knew. And she had. Clarke’s knowledge was extensive. She had started out in medical school but lost interest as time went one. However, she retained everything she’d learnt and had more saves than any other paramedic team in the city. Lexa’s military skills and the medical knowledge she learned from Clarke had her graduating number one in her class.

They were able to date for seven months while Lexa waited for her first assignment. Clarke and Lexa’s relationship grew and the two were inseparable, talking about their lifelong future. They met each other’s parents and made plans for the inevitable long-distance relationship. As luck would have it, Lexa was assigned to a base in Polis six hours away from Arkadia. Anya was also assigned to the base. Their unit, being so close to the coast, saved lives those the Coast Guard couldn’t reach, and led forest rescues, especially during fire season. Clarke had moved out there eight months later.

After the crash on her first deployment, Lexa’s life had been changed forever. She was struggling through physical therapy after the crash. The immobility and slow progress made her furious. Going from being a fitness guru to not being able to walk was soul crushing. Her anger was sometimes taken out on Clarke, who took it for a while before finally telling Lexa that she wouldn’t stay around to be her punching bag. Her therapist eventually suggested couples counseling, and just like her body, their relationship eventually became strong again.

Lexa sighed to herself. Her and Clarke had been through so much, but they always managed to heal together. She knew that if she wanted to finally feel better, she would have to lean on Clarke. But it would be a balancing act of being honest without giving away her intentions for this weekend. Looking at her watch, she panicked. It had been 45 minutes, much longer than Lexa had told Clarke to expect. What if something had happened?

As she ran back, she noticed an odd light coming from the tent. It wasn’t as bright at the lantern they normally used, and it had a flicker to it. Opening the tent flap, her breath hitched in her throat. “Clarke,” she awed. All around the tent, Lexa’s battery powered candles she had planned to use at the cliffside flickered. In the middle, on one knee with the other leg propped up behind her was Clarke. She wasn’t sure how she managed to get into that position. Lexa slowly made her way in, keeping her eyes on Clarke’s face. She watched as a watery smile appeared across her face. “Clarke, what is this?”

“Lexa, I can see how upset this weekend has made you, but I couldn’t figure out why some storms and a few accidents would set you off so much. But then, I realized why you were trying so hard for the perfect weekend.” Clarke adjusted a little, and Lexa bent down to help steady her. “Our life has suffered its ups and downs, just like this trip. But with you by my side, everything is perfect. Stranded in an airport, losing our luggage on our first trip, having to share a twin bed at my grandparents’ house; all those memories are precious to me because they’re with you.” She watched as Clarke pulled a small crushed velvet box out of a backpack. It took Lexa a second to realize that the box Clarke held was crimson though, not blue. Her heart started pounding as it settled in what Clarke was doing. “I have waited years for this moment, and months to get you here to the woods again. Because, while the woods are your home, Lexa Woods, you are my home. You will always be my home, and I would love nothing more than to marry you. Will you marry me, Lexa.”

Tears were streaming down Lexa’s face. Never in a million years had she seen this coming. Yet this wonderful woman had taken another shitty situation and turned it upside down. Lexa didn’t even care in this moment that she wasn’t the one to ask. The woman she loved had taken it upon herself to try to fix everything and in the process mended her heart with one simple question.

“Yes.” She couldn’t get the additional words out as she started to cry, but pulled herself together. “I would love to be your wife, Clarke.”

Clarke reached up with her free hand, wiped the tears from one side of her face, and kissed her softly. “I love you, Lexa. We are a team, always.” Clarke gently grabbed her left hand and placed the ring onto her finger.

Lexa nodded, and rested her forehead against Clarke’s. They took a few seconds to just breathe one another in. “We should celebrate,” she said after her heart settled. “But first, you need to sit back down properly or that ankle is going to swell up even more.” Clarke nodded her affirmation before Lexa settled her back down and grabbed a few things from her bag. She held the two small bottles of champagne in one hand, and the ring hidden in the other.

“Before we celebrate, I have one clarification to what you said.” She stroked Clarke’s hand as she spoke. “You mentioned that the woods are my home. And while they have almost always been a place of peace for me, YOU are my home, Clarke. A home I want to have forever.” She opened up her fist to reveal the ring. Clarke gasped upon seeing it. It was gorgeous.

“Always,” Clarke vowed before kissing her again.

The two toasted each other, and to their future. Drunk off their happiness, they started making outlandish plans for the wedding before spending the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms as they reminisced about their life together. It may not have been the perfect weekend Lexa had planned, but the weekend had ended perfectly.