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“Echo’s on it.”

THE TRUST HE HAS FOR THEM AGAIN

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they are great prompts! I might write another at some point!

But I'm gonna love you anyhow

(Nathan Bateman x F!reader)

A/N: Inspired by a Prompt by @gingersforeverbox

Words:679

“So that's the new girl that he’s dating?”

“They’ve apparently been going out in secret for months”

“She looks…” Like what a whore? A Bitch? A floozy? A Gold digger? She almost dares them to finish the sentence as they talk behind her back. “Nice.” Ugh that was worse than an insult. She could do without all these fake niceties that this kind of crowd always seems to rely on. She took the champagne flute from one of the servers with a polite smile. She sips at it and looks around for a moment, trying to spot Nathan in the crowded room. She understood the importance of going to these charity galas occasionally to keep him in good graces with the public eye, but after several months of spending all their time together out in his home in Alaska, all these people was almost overwhelming. She didn’t belong here, among the upper crust, with the press outside hoping for a glimpse, she felt out of place, even if she was perfectly dressed and styled like every other person in the room.

She finally spotted Nathan across the room, he looked nice in a suit, he was so often dressed in casual lounge wear that she had honestly been shocked that he even owned one. She watches as Nathan laughs at something the guy he was talking to said, she knew him well enough to know that was a fake laugh, the way the smile didn’t reach his eyes, it was obvious to her, but to no one else. She smiled slightly at the thought, the idea that of all the people in the room, she was the only one who truly knew him. As she watched him he eventually looked over at her, a genuine smile crosses his face. He turns to the people he was talking to and appears to dismiss himself before walking over to her.

“You look amazing Honey. How am I so lucky to have you?” He asks cheekily while wrapping an arm around her waist, she feels the nerves and irritation from the evening wash away as she feels his hand gripping her side firmly, with a gentle possession.

“I don’t know, you’re kind of an asshole, I’m not sure why I stick around.” She teases as she leans into him. He looks down at her resting her head in the crook of his arm with mock offence.

“Oh my darling why- Why would you say such a thing?” He couldn’t keep up the fake hurt tone bursting in to laughter midsentence. “No, no you’re right. I deserve that no doubt. But I will say, you make me want to be better, but only for you. Fuck the others.” He kisses the top of her head before looking out on the party. As He scans the room he holds her close, and as he holds her she can’t help but feel emotions surging in her chest, to hear something so sentimental from Nathan was unusual, but she liked it. The Judgement of the others in the room was far from her mind now, the feeling of outsiderhood vanished. She could belong anywhere as long as he was with her. She looked up into his dark brown eyes. As long as he was with her, she could be anywhere, do anything, and be anyone. The options were unlimited.

"I don’t think I want you to change. I think that's what I love about you...you're just...you." She says with a smile and a turn, her back against his chest now, his arms still around her. Nathan chuckled. He was really the luckiest guy in the room. There was so much she didn’t know about him, but she was going to love him anyhow. And that was more than he could ever hope for. He leans down to whisper in her ear.

“I’ve heard there's some oddly phallic ice sculptures in the other room…wanna check them out?” He mutters. She laughs. There’s not a thing about him that she would change.

“I would love to see that.”

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I love this. So much.

Hello there! I absolutely love your writing, I often feel bad I’m constantly littering your notifications 👉🏼👈🏼

I’m not sure if you’ve done this but I would love a hunter x f!Jedi reader with spicy prompt “make me forget today” with either side being angsty.

In my mind the dynamic between the two is similar to codywan- really close but duty comes first. Could take place during clone wars or bad batch show, whichever you think would work best! Can definitely be NSFW, whatever you’re comfortable with.

And of course, feel free to pass if this ask isn’t for you. I completely understand! All the love! 💕💕

Conquest of Spaces

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: You and Hunter give in to one another, your hidden feelings set free. It’s something that you both know can’t continue, but when you meet again after Order 66, are you finally allowed to have what you’ve always wanted?

WC: 3600

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. PiV sex, angst, happy ending and Soft Hunter Bad Batch. Reader is a fem Jedi, looks not described and no pronouns used. Takes place before and after Order 66.

A/N: Never feel bad for spamming my notifications! Oh do I love me clone and Jedi angst. Thank you so much for the amazing prompt, I hope you enjoy it. It’s fluffy and angsty and hopefully kind of romantic? Lol 🥹👉👈

“Please make me forget today.” Those five words, spoken in broken desperation, sealed your fate. “Please.

You didn’t mean for this to happen, to allow feelings to bloom between the cracks. You tried plucking out the weeds, clearing those aggressively growing sentiments from your subconscious but they resurfaced stronger every time.

Your voice shook as you whispered those words in his ear, grasping onto his armor like it was a lifeline, you knew it wasn’t fair.

It was unjust to both him and yourself.

He could have said no, pushed you away.

You could have attempted to hold yourself together, to put on the in-control, strong Jedi facade one more time, though that mask was beginning to fracture.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it up before it would shatter completely into dust.

You were assigned to work with him and his brothers often, building trust with the team that few others had.

You and Hunter shared a strong camaraderie, a fellowship forged by mutual respect and dedication to your roles in the Republic. Your ability to understand one another with just a glance, how perfectly you fit together, could not be denied.

You tried to disregard the growing lingering glances, the way his tone would soften when he addressed you, or how he frequently invaded your dreams.

You could tell he was restraining himself, too. He knew the risks, the dangers of letting emotions divert you from your defined roles in this war.

Maybe in a different life, you could have more, but not in this one.

You locked those feelings away, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore them.

It wasn’t until you returned to Kamino after a disastrous mission that you left that hidden chest of feelings unlocked, whether you did it purposefully or not.

You had lost most of your squad. It wasn’t your fault, but you were bearing the burden.

You had known Hunter was on Kamino for a short leave, and comm’d him to meet you. He was the only one you could talk to.

Hunter met you, knowing immediately something was wrong. Hunter listened to you speak, your words quickly coming out as quiet sobs, feeling lost. You were supposed to be a protector, a peacekeeper. You felt as if you were failing. You told him of all your uncertainties about the war, and how you didn’t feel like a protector when all you did was fight for something that seemingly had no purpose or end.

You don’t remember the exact timeline of events, but after you breathed those words, his arms were around you, pulling you into a firm embrace as you leaned against his armor.

He murmured that he understood, and the burdens of being a leader weighed heavy on him, too.

You had looked up at him, locking on to his honeyed eyes you often found yourself lost in, almost too gentle to belong to a born and bred warrior such as him.

Hunter’s face was so close to yours, that you could see the speckles in his cornea and edges of his tattoo where the ink had bled into his skin.

His musky, spicy scent overtook your senses right before his lips met yours.

Hunter’s lips were warm, his stubble lightly scratching your face as his tongue slid against your own, your previous tears now long dried.

He pulled away, giving you the chance to say something.

“If I’ve gone too far-“ He started, but was cut off as you pulled him back in, your body buzzed with a craving you didn’t realize was possible.

This kiss was more fervid, and desperate as he wrapped his gloved hand in your hair. You were weightless in his arms, your mind spun with excitement, guilt, desire, and regret.

You shouldn't be indulging in this, letting him whisk you off your feet as he carries you into a nearby weapons closet, his mouth nipping and licking at every pressure and pleasure point on your neck.

The door slid shut, mouths crashing together again, tugging off armor and robes alike as everything that had been built between the two of you was finally set free. The thin, fraying tether that was keeping your professional relationship and what you truly desired apart had finally snapped.

It was a moment of weakness for you both.

But neither of you stopped.

You didn’t know where either of you began or ended, bodies burning with need as he slid into you, his mouth leaving marks along your collarbone.

Hunter’s pace was rigorous, knowing you didn’t have much time. Even as he desperately pounded into you, his touches were generous and worshipful, almost like you’ve done this a million times before.

He knew exactly where to feel you, he knew exactly what you wanted and when you wanted it. He rasped between strained groans about how beautiful you were, and how long he’s been wanting this.

You didn’t respond, knowing if you did, it would make this situation even more complicated than it currently was.

All you could do was gasp his name, pulling him closer and closer to you, wishing that you could stay in this weapons closet for the rest of time, just you and him.

Afterward, as you lay sweaty and messy, awkwardly perched on a weapons locker, there was so much you wanted to say.

Instead, the words hung in the air with your heavy breaths as you quickly dressed.

You could feel Hunter’s eyes boring into your soul, not knowing exactly what to do next. Hunter broke the silence, speaking the words he knew he shouldn’t say, the utterance like blades piercing your heart.

“I love you.”

You bit your lip which was now trembling, tearing your eyes from his, unable to look at him.

“Hunter…”

Why did he have to say it out loud?

Guilt weighed in your gut, as heavy as durasteel, knowing you shouldn’t have given in.

You wanted to cradle his face, kiss him, run your fingers through his locks, and tell him you loved him too.

Of course you loved him. You’ve always loved him.

You wanted nothing more than to just be with him, but you both knew that was a fantasy.

The war was only becoming more devastating, more clones and Jedi were needed by the day to keep the peace.

Hunter was the one his brothers looked to for leadership. He couldn’t leave his squad, his family.

For you to be the perfect Jedi the Council wanted, you needed a clear conscience and a pure heart. That meant no selfish attachments to cloud your mind.

Hunter placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin, seeing your face darken at his words. He tilted your head toward him.

“I know you can’t say it back. But I want you to know.”

His lips met yours once more, chaste and restrained, before exiting the closet without looking back.

You almost called out to him, to return the forbidden words. Instead, you let him walk away.

It was the last time you saw him before the galaxy erupted into chaos a few short weeks later.

Everything you once understood, once thought to be true, was burned and spread with the ash of the Jedi Temple.

You narrowly escaped, losing contact with everyone and anyone, hiding on remote planet after remote planet, not staying in one place too long.

You thought of Hunter, nausea wrenching your gut. Was he alive? How many Jedi has he killed? Was he with the Empire now?

The thought of him pointing his blaster at you, his viroblade at your throat, the tender glint in his deep, brown eyes replaced with bloodlust made your stomach lurch.

It made you sick, wishing so desperately you would have told him you loved him, said it out loud. You wished you had not been afraid, tethered to the Jedi Code that now meant nothing.

As you wandered and hid, you found yourself holding your comm, wanting to contact Hunter.

You knew you couldn’t, but not knowing whether he was alive, dead, or worse, ate at your soul.

Whether it was The Force, cosmic fate, divine intervention, or pure coincidence, you would see Hunter again.

You caught wind of a smuggler offering credits for jobs on Ord Mantell, in desperate need of work.

When you saw Hunter and his brothers sitting at the bar in Cid’s seedy establishment, you thought you were dreaming, or stepping into a trap.

They just stared, just as shocked to see you.

You whipped out your blaster, memories of clones pulling their own blasters on you, firing without mercy as you begged them to stop as you barely made it alive out of the Temple.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you!” You stood your ground, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening!

Hunter was the first to stand up slowly, your name leaving his lips in quiet surprise.

You gripped your blaster, waiting for the moment he drew his.

Tech stood up slowly next, raising his arms.

“We won’t hurt you.” Tech said. “The chips did not activate in us.”

“Chips? What chips? What are you talking about?”

Your blood was ice, stepping backward toward the exit.

“Please I don’t want to…“

Your finger hovered on the trigger, not knowing if you’d have to fight those who you once called friends, the man who you once loved, and still did.

Hunter examined you, as if not believing what he was seeing was real. Maybe you were a ghost. You sure felt like one.

Your eyes darted between them all, none of them reaching for their weapons.

Your body shook, tears in your eyes, never expecting to see anyone you knew ever again, especially not them. You slowly lowered your blaster as Hunter approached you, placing his hand on your wrist as your legs almost gave out from the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Is it really you…?” You choked out, your blaster clattering to the ground. Hunter nodded, pulling you in close for an embrace, saying your name with such profound relief you could have fainted.

Hunter pulled away, his eyes swimming with emotion, as were yours. Before you could say any more, the rest of the squad were surrounding you.

You hugged them all, too, happy to see them alive, and not trying to murder you.

It was a bittersweet reunion, catching up on all that had happened once they convinced you they weren’t dangerous.

They explained everything.

The chips, the conspiracy, Crosshair, Omega.

Your mind spun, trying to process it all.

All the while, Hunter’s eyes never left yours in all the hours you sat at the bar.

There was so much you wanted to say, but it had to wait.

They invited you on their next mission with Cid, even offering a small cut of the credits when the job was completed.

You agreed, having no other option than to say yes, though it made you nervous to join them, especially since the Empire was already on their tail.

Adding an (ex) Jedi to the mix could make things messy.

They didn’t seem too concerned, as long as you didn’t make yourself obvious.

Hunter gave you a small smile, a knowing look in his eyes flashing momentarily, his hand coming to your shoulder as you stood up from the bar to head to The Marauder.

“I’m happy you’re coming with. We’ve…I’ve missed you.” Hunter spoke quietly.

“I’ve missed you too, Hunter.” He nodded, wanting to say more, but Echo was gesturing to him to go over the mission details.

He squeezed your shoulder. “See you on the ship.”

You stepped onto The Marauder, and not much had changed, besides Crosshair’s absence and Omega’s new corner of the ship that she proudly gave you a tour of.

As you took off from Ord Mantell, watching the planet get smaller as you ascended into the atmosphere, it felt like before, when things were more simple.

Eager for your next assignment, ready to serve the Republic and make the Council proud.

You sat in a blast chair, watching the boys talk and Omega peering over Hunter’s shoulder as he set the hyperspace coordinates.

It felt like old times. Almost.

The job was simple, at least that’s how Cid described it. You were to retrieve a package from an arms dealer who was expecting you in a small village of the heavily forested planet you were heading for.

You weren’t to meet him until the next day, so you had downtime the evening before.

Tech landed the ship in a small clearing on top of a hill, most of the planet thick with old-growth trees. A lake was nestled amongst the trees down the sloping hill a few klicks away.

The water reflected the sun that was almost set as two moons drifted into the sky to replace the star in the sky.

Tech and Echo were busy looking at the map, deciding the best way to get to the village the next day while Wrecker and Omega played a game of Dejarik. Hunter was quietly and diligently cleaning his blaster, sneaking glances at you as he did so.

Hunter was respecting your boundaries, not wanting to push you into anything too quickly. He wanted nothing more than to kick everyone off the ship, wrap himself around you, feel you against him, proving that you were indeed real. He assumed you were still weary of clones, which he didn’t blame you for. He was just happy you were alive, and safe. That was enough for him, if nothing else.

You knew he was looking at you while you were organizing your things. You desperately wanted to talk to him alone, about the last time you saw one another.

Did he still love you? Did he mean what he said? Could you even pick up where you left off, after all that’s happened?

You peered at the clones you shared the ship with, tears filling the sides of your eyes, memories flooding back to you of your time with them. It seemed so simple back then. But now…what were you? They were still clones but now untethered by what they were bred for.

You were free as well, though the Jedi Code still burned into your skull, finding it hard to forget. If you weren’t a Jedi anymore, then what were you?

“Are you okay?” Omega noticed you, your hands trembling.

You sniffed, quickly wiping your eyes. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, especially Hunter’s.

“I…just need some air.” You stood up, shoving your pack under a blast chair. “I’ll be at the lake if you need me.”

You smashed the button to lower the ramp and headed out before it even touched the ground, before anyone could say anything to you.

Intense emotions swirled in your chest, briskly walking toward the serene water. The cool air of the evening calmed the ache in your being slightly, your hands still trembling.

The man you loved was in the ship behind you, and yet your footsteps led you further away from him. It was almost too much, suddenly being back with them, with him.

You roamed silently to the lake, sitting down near the edge of the water.

You closed your eyes, trying to meditate, focusing on your emotions. You honed in on the water lapping at the shore, the breeze rustling through the leaves, and the distant call of a nocturnal predatory bird.

You knew Hunter was there before he spoke.

“Everything is different now.” His voice was low. “It’s…still hard for me, too.”

You nodded, biting your lip, your eyes still closed.

“I tried to find you, to see if you were alive. But I didn’t want to risk endangering you.”

You slowly opened your eyes, focusing on him. He was looking right at you, his form illuminated by the glow of the moons.

“I didn’t know…I was afraid…” You stammered. “I wanted nothing more than to know if you were alive…I’m sorry that I never…” Your next words were caught in your throat as Hunter’s lips met yours, soft and loving. You were transported to your first kiss, all that time ago.

That ache in your chest was suddenly gone, replaced with a weightlessness only he could make you feel.

He pulled away almost as quickly as he leaned in.

He silently gazed at you, a hand coming to caress the side of your face.

You leaned into his touch, bringing your hand over his. “I never stopped thinking about you.” He whispered, his thumb tracing your cheek.

“Can I kiss you again?” He murmured.

“Yes.”

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Soon, you laid out underneath him, your clothes a makeshift blanket under you on the shore of the lake.

Instead of in a cramped weapons closet, you were free in the evening air, the endless sky above you.

You took your time re-exploring each other’s bodies, relishing in languid pleasure as the moons hung heavy in the night sky.

Hunter did not leave an inch of your body untouched, bringing you to your peak over and over again with his hands and mouth, making up for the lost time.

When he was satisfied you were ready for him, he positioned himself on top of you, his hair hanging from his headband, haloing his face above you.

He slowly entered you, moans leaving both of your lips, your hands coming around his shoulders, welcoming the stretch as he sank into you. It was mind-melting pleasure, feeling him so close and real.

Hunter stopped once he was fully seated in you, dropping his head to your side.

“I still love you.” His lips were right at your ear, deep inside you, but not moving. Not yet.

You cradled his face, just as you wished you did all that time ago as he searched your eyes for an answer.

Part of him worried you had just made the same mistake as before, giving into your carnal desires when there was still so much uncertainty.

Was this something you should be doing, was it selfish to want one another when others were still suffering?

You kissed him gently, tears catching on your eyelashes, his worried thoughts evaporating with your touch.

“I’m sorry I never said it back.” You traced his tattoo with your fingertip, his eyes closing, relishing your touch.

“You couldn’t. I knew you couldn’t.” He muttered, his brows furrowed. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position…”

“We can now. We can say it.”

Hunter’s eyes opened, a gentle smile on his face. “Then say it.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Hunter. I always have.”

He smiled as he nuzzled the side of your face, the world melting away as he began to move, bodies entwined as one.

You were boneless and safe in his embrace as his fingers and lips molded to you perfectly.

His thrusts were slow and purposeful, his eyes never leaving yours.

Hunter touched you like before, like you’ve been lovers for 100 years, mapping your body so lovingly, so exquisitely, so perfectly.

He was afraid if he didn’t intricately memorize every curve and soft swell of your body, you might slip away again, and he wouldn’t get another chance.

You locked your ankles around his waist, changing the angle. Hunter let out a low whine, his head falling to your shoulder as your pleasure grew.

You were thankful for the slight breeze coming off the water, sweat forming on your bodies as your passion intensified.

You lightly tugged at his hair, his name leaving your lips in breathy mewls, his baritone moans thick with longing, dropping an octave as you clenched around him.

Hunter brought a finger to your clit, drawing tight circles, his thrusts hitting you in such a way you couldn’t discern the stars in your vision from the ones in the sky above.

Your fingernails dug into his muscled shoulder blades as your body arched toward him.

Hunter was drunk on your smell, your body, his senses absorbing every small sound.

Your intense arousal filled his nostrils, tasting your sweet skin as he left open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your body was on fire, overwhelmed by his tenderness, his devout passion, wordlessly telling you how much you meant to him.

“I’m right here, I have you.” Hunter rumbled, pressing his lips to yours, feeling your body tremble as you teetered on the precipice of your final orgasm. “I’ll always have you.”

He swallowed your pleasured sobs as you came, constricting and trembling around him, sending him over the edge.

Hunter let out a shuddered groan, pressing his hips into yours one final time, filling you with his release, his lips still on yours.

Your hands delicately roamed his back, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as he rested his weight on his forearms around you.

Your bodies stilled, trying to catch your breaths, the only other sound the tranquil waves splashing on the shore behind you.

You held on to one another, not wanting this moment to end. Hunter left feather-light kisses on your jawbone, leading to your lips, sliding his mouth to yours for an immensely passionate kiss.

The future was uncertain and unmapped, just as it was back when you were Jedi and soldier. You may have to take up your old roles once again, putting duty before all else.

You made peace with that, knowing how you felt for one another would only make you stronger, having something real to hold on to as you traversed into the unknown.

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Little fucking guy alert!!

[ID: two photos of a porcelain triceratops from different angles. The triceratops is very small and has blue floral designs on its crown and body. Its three horns are painted with gold luster.]

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After 21 failed, and/or thrown away design attempts, i present the popo 👮🏻‍♂️🚓 I struggled a lot with this one, and words cannot truly express how much i hate how it turned out, but it is what it is, so moving on lol

You can check out the models from a closer look here

3rd poster in the line, 3 more to go ✨

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But I'm gonna love you anyhow

(Nathan Bateman x F!reader)

A/N: Inspired by a Prompt by @gingersforeverbox

Words:679

“So that's the new girl that he’s dating?”

“They’ve apparently been going out in secret for months”

“She looks…” Like what a whore? A Bitch? A floozy? A Gold digger? She almost dares them to finish the sentence as they talk behind her back. “Nice.” Ugh that was worse than an insult. She could do without all these fake niceties that this kind of crowd always seems to rely on. She took the champagne flute from one of the servers with a polite smile. She sips at it and looks around for a moment, trying to spot Nathan in the crowded room. She understood the importance of going to these charity galas occasionally to keep him in good graces with the public eye, but after several months of spending all their time together out in his home in Alaska, all these people was almost overwhelming. She didn’t belong here, among the upper crust, with the press outside hoping for a glimpse, she felt out of place, even if she was perfectly dressed and styled like every other person in the room.

She finally spotted Nathan across the room, he looked nice in a suit, he was so often dressed in casual lounge wear that she had honestly been shocked that he even owned one. She watches as Nathan laughs at something the guy he was talking to said, she knew him well enough to know that was a fake laugh, the way the smile didn’t reach his eyes, it was obvious to her, but to no one else. She smiled slightly at the thought, the idea that of all the people in the room, she was the only one who truly knew him. As she watched him he eventually looked over at her, a genuine smile crosses his face. He turns to the people he was talking to and appears to dismiss himself before walking over to her.

“You look amazing Honey. How am I so lucky to have you?” He asks cheekily while wrapping an arm around her waist, she feels the nerves and irritation from the evening wash away as she feels his hand gripping her side firmly, with a gentle possession.

“I don’t know, you’re kind of an asshole, I’m not sure why I stick around.” She teases as she leans into him. He looks down at her resting her head in the crook of his arm with mock offence.

“Oh my darling why- Why would you say such a thing?” He couldn’t keep up the fake hurt tone bursting in to laughter midsentence. “No, no you’re right. I deserve that no doubt. But I will say, you make me want to be better, but only for you. Fuck the others.” He kisses the top of her head before looking out on the party. As He scans the room he holds her close, and as he holds her she can’t help but feel emotions surging in her chest, to hear something so sentimental from Nathan was unusual, but she liked it. The Judgement of the others in the room was far from her mind now, the feeling of outsiderhood vanished. She could belong anywhere as long as he was with her. She looked up into his dark brown eyes. As long as he was with her, she could be anywhere, do anything, and be anyone. The options were unlimited.

"I don’t think I want you to change. I think that's what I love about you...you're just...you." She says with a smile and a turn, her back against his chest now, his arms still around her. Nathan chuckled. He was really the luckiest guy in the room. There was so much she didn’t know about him, but she was going to love him anyhow. And that was more than he could ever hope for. He leans down to whisper in her ear.

“I’ve heard there's some oddly phallic ice sculptures in the other room…wanna check them out?” He mutters. She laughs. There’s not a thing about him that she would change.

“I would love to see that.”

~

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Sure!

Puzzle cube (Steven Grant x F!reader)

A/n: Requested by @summonthesoups A while ago, Finally got it how I wanted it. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut under the cut Cock warming, Orgasm denial, edging, PinV Praise kink, sub!Steven,

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“Come on Baby, you can do it.” She softly coos as she sat straddled on his lap, His cock buried deep inside her as she stayed absolutely still, Holding him hostage as he whines softly trying to focus on the puzzle.

“Lovie….Please this…Ngh…Its…bloody hell” Steven babbles as he tried desperately to solve the colorful cube, he turns the cube and grunts, his cock twitches inside her, he lets out another whine as he figures out that the next step was right in front of him. “Damn cube. Just…ah. That’s…oh gods” Steven couldn’t help but mumble out loud. She looks at him with a devilish smile on his her face, Just as He was starting to figure out the puzzle she started to rock back and forth, drawing a soft moan from Steven.

“Look at you baby. Such a mess. You wanna fuck me baby? You want this? Yeah?” She teases and taunts him as she moves on his cock. Rolling her hips into his. Steven can’t resist, he thrusts up in to her as he whimpers and moans. She stops moving and pulls away slightly hovering over him as she tuts disapprovingly. “Ah, finish the puzzle baby.”

“P-please, Love I-I can’t its…I need you please.” Steven whines and tried desperately to move back into her, frustrated as she pulls away.  

“C’mon Steven I know you can do it, Look you’ve almost got it already.” She comforts him, reaching over to touch his face, tracing his pouty lips with the tip of her finger. He looks at her with those dark eyes, letting out a frustrated moan.

“A’right. I can do it, just, can you sit on my cock again. want to feel you ‘round me love.” He pleads with her. She gives him a smile and sinks back down on him. He sighs, slightly more satisfied and focuses back on the cube in his hands, a few more twists and… “There! I got it! look!” Steven shows her the solved cube with glee. She gives him a smile.

“Good boy.” She starts to move and Steven sighs in relief, putting the cube aside and grabbing her hips as he starts to thrust in to her, moaning as he chases his release inside her. after nearly an hour of teasing and holding back it doesn’t take long at all for him to coat her insides with his spend, his mouth open in a silent cry as he sakes slightly. She leans over and leaves a trail of kisses on his jaw, all the while praises leave her lips in a whisper soft voice “That’s my good boy, So good for me, you waited so long, so good Baby. So fucking good.” He couldn’t help but feel excited as she praised him, his cock starts to harden again. He looks into her eyes and whimpers slightly, he starts to buck up into her again, eager to go again.

“Please, Lovie. I want you again. Want to cum again, Please.” He begged. She sat up and gave him a mischievous look. Grabbing the cube and mixing it up again before handing it to him. “Again”

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Room's On Fire 12: Love the Way You Lie

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna lets herself believe the lies

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Meltdown, gaslighting and manipulation. Madonna has sensory overload and has a whole meltdown. Lots of people manipulating Madonna. Brief physical violence but it's minor. To be clear, Madonna thinks Iris is willingly having sex with Ben

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"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie" ~ Love the Way You Lie Part 3, Skylar Grey

Iris stood before you, eye intent and alight in your room. She had convinced Reyansh to step away, and after some concerned disagreement from her lover, he acquiesced to her request, and Iris confronted you.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

Despite the tears in your eyes, you guffaw at her audacity. She had no right to ask anything from you after you watched her be bent over and fucked by your husband.

“How dare you.” You spat. “How dare you ask anything of me! How dare you think I owe you anything!”

You saw a look of confusion on her face that softened for a moment. “You think we’re having an affair, don’t you.”

It was you who was confused now. “What else am I supposed to think?!”

Iris simply shook her head, then settled back into her determination. “Just… fuck, you can’t tell Reyansh or Jonah, please?”

“You’re more concerned about me telling them than Santi or Will?” You laugh. 

“Yes!” Iris’s voice cracks, the building emotion in her tone, the desperation that was so clear… you soften your voice.

“I can’t… Rey… he’s my friend…”

Iris closed her eyes and sighed. “I know… I know it looks really bad just…” she scrubbed her face. “I know I haven't always been nice to you, I haven't been welcoming and you care more about Jonah and rey and you have no reason to care about me- ”

“That’s not it!!” You shout, frustrated. How could she think that? “Of course I care about you! All I fucking wanted all these months was for everyone to like me and it feels whenever I finally get someone figured out, something else happens! You, Jonah, Pope, Frankie, Ben! It’s so fucking confusing and it fucking hurts! I just wanted you to love me like I love you! I love everyone in this house, I love everyone in Delta and for some! Fucking! Reason! I could never figure out how to make friends and then my dad had to mess up everything! I came here and I thought-” Your voice cracks under the weight of your feelings, and you close your eyes to not have to look at the pity of her face. You were over the pity. “I thought things would change. That I was divinely chosen and things would get better but… I never fucking does.”

There is a long silence, you could only hear the sound of your own heart beating, the world seeming to fold in on you. All you ever wanted was to not feel so alone and no matter what you did, you just couldn’t seem to push the pieces together.

“Please.” Iris whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Just… give me some time.”

*

You’d agreed not tell Rey or Jonah for now, then told Iris to get the fuck out of your room. As the door closed, you saw the confused eyes of Rey, clearly worried about you and her. Listening through the door, you hear him desperately trying to get Iris to tell him what’s going on while she keeps saying it's fine, it's fine, it’s fine. Their voices trail off as Rey abandons his post, because Iris is the most important thing to him. You couldn’t blame him for that.

The next day you search out Will. All of your men had different temperaments that were suites for different things, different needs and wants and moods.

Pope was fire and ice, emotions that shifted with the wind but intense no matter what. Pope held the passion and it showed in the way he preached to crowds, controlled a room, even those small moments while he watched you paint his eyes were alight.

Francisco was your calm intelligence, attention to detail that was valuable to the community. When you presented him with your cross stitching, he ran his fingers over every stitching, noticing every thread. He memorized your body the same way, with quiet determination.

Ben was your fun, your adventure and joy. Ben was good at destruction, whether fucking you on a rooftop or taking you out for a high-speed horse race, Ben was always abled to clear your mind. His bright-eyed joy and boyish wonder for the world around him was always more important than whatever else was happening.

Will was logical, patient, clear headed. Will could soothe you and provide you with answers, talk you through your feelings, reassuring you on that golden tongue of his, that tongue that made you cum over and over again and made your heart swell with his sweet words.

Will was who you needed right now.

What you weren’t expecting was for Will to not be surprised.

When you come to him, trying your best to hide the tears blurring behind his eyes, hearing.

“I thought Iris was a strange choice.”

He was surprised by the fact it was Iris. Not that he was sleeping with someone that wasn’t you, Pope, or Francisco.

When you question what he means, Will goes on to say. “Well, Iris and Frankie were going to be engaged at one point, and seeing as her dad was sleeping with my fiance, it seems a bit of a mess, but” He shrugged. “That’s Ben for you.”

What did that mean? Iris and Francisco were together? Had she slept with two of your husbands? Fuck, had she slept with them all? Did Iris have everything you didn’t, fucking your husbands, Rey, ever loyal at her side, a dad that was good and loved her? Beauty and confidence that you felt you could never achieve? Your  hand goes to your stomach. She didn’t have a baby. “You… knew Ben was sleeping with someone?”

Will goes back to organizing his medical books. “Well I mean I figured he had someone, especially after him and Frankie, well, you know.”

You didn’t. “They what?!?” You stand there, feeling dumb. You were dumb.

Will waves his hand behind him, not looking at you. “It’s just them, you know how they are.”

Again, you didn’t. “Will…” Your voice cracks his name. “What’s going on?”

He stops, turning to look at you with a frown and when he sees the tears in your eyes, his face falls. “Oh, princess…” The pity drips from his mouth, smooth as honey but a hint of something else. “Did you not know we could see other people?”

You felt… stupid. Heat rose up at your neck, ears burning. You were angry and felt humiliation. “He wasn’t ‘seeing’ other people, he was fucking my friend up against the wall!”

In surprise, but remaining calm, Will raised an eyebrow. Immediately you feel childish for your outburst. Talking like that, saying ‘fucking’, it was not becoming of the Madonna. “She’s your friend now, is she?”

You were certain you looked like an idiot standing there. “Well, yes, she-”

“Because yesterday you said you weren’t friends”

“No! No that’s not what I-”

“Did you not say you had nothing in common?”

You… you did say that… Had you said you weren’t friends? You didn’t feel like that’s what you had meant to say… Had you misled him? “Well, yes but I just meant-”

“It’s no matter. The point is, Madonna…. My darling wife…” Will steps forward and takes both your hands. “How many wives did Isaac have?”

You blink. “Two…”

“And king David?”

“Three… But they were married! They were holy unions, like me being married to you 4?”

A slight smirk on his face. “Do you think you’re King David in this scenario?”

Once again, you felt stupid and embarrassed. “Oh… sorry, I misunderstood the analogy…”

“It’s alright, come here, beautiful…” Will pulls you in, his strong arms making you feel safe, secure… It was going to be okay. “Since the dawn of time, men have always had multiple partners. As God’s, we have needs that can’t be filled by one woman.”

“But I thought… I guess I thought you were with each other too, and that was enough…”

Will rubs your back, his fingers massaging into your tense skin. “It is for me, Madonna, don’t worry… You, Pope and Frankie are enough for me. Ben just has a strong sexual appetite. It’s a part of his energy, you know how he is. He just has mistresses. You didn’t know he had mistresses Madonna? Kings and Gods, we always have mistresses and lovers. It’s a part of our nature. Surely you know this, Madonna…”

Of course. Of course you did. How stupid of you to think they didn’t. “Does it… does it have to be Iris?”

“I’ll talk to him, okay? No guarantees, but I’m sure someone else will be suitable.”

You felt better. Will always made you feel better. Your questions have been answered…. So why did you still feel confused?

*

What you didn’t know was that after Ben was done with Iris, the clarity hit him. He fucked up. And who does he count on to fix his messes? Ben ran to Will, who concocted the mistress defense in an instant. Then smacked Ben upside the head for being so stupid.

*

Frankie’s head lay in your lap, his unbuttoned shirt showing off curls of hair. He was beautiful like this, gazing up at you as you placed small flowers and bright green blades of grace in his hair. His cock was hard inside where your legs were spread over him, your white dress covering you both, just how you two liked to hang out in the meadow; sometimes fucking, sometimes not. Always together and connected. Frankie’s mouth was occupied with a joint.

“Can you grow flowers?” You ask him, distracted. You’d been distant all day, mind busy reconciling the fact Ben was sleeping with another women. Perhaps you were overreacting, naive, selfish. You got to sleep with 4 handsome men, it was wrong of you to expect them not to sleep with other women, right? How could you be jealous where Ben’s dick went when you were sitting on Francisco’s right now?

“Hm? Oh, no, I wish. That’d be cool.”

You hum in acknowledgment, absentmindedly twirling one of his curls against his forehead around your finger, looking at the red, blue, yellow and white flowers in his hair, brown locks in a bed of green grass. You liked the smell when he smoked. You never liked it before, but now it reminded you of him. 

“You okay, beautiful?”

Your lip quivered. “Yeah.” You wish he hadn’t asked that. Tears began to burn behind your eyes.

A deep crease appeared between his brows. “I don’t think you are.”

That was enough. “D-do you have a mistress?” You manage to get out, then begin to cry, and Francisco pulls you down onto his body, the thick joint put out in the dirt. 

“Sweetheart, hey! Where is this coming from? Of course I don’t… why would you ask me this?”

“Ben does!” You don’t know when you became so emotional… You felt stupid. You always were easily frustrated, people not making sense to you, sounds being overwhelming… but you weren’t a cryer, not anymore. As a child, you were prone to meltdowns, something that was disciplined out of you. You learned to shut down, not act out, as a good and holy woman should… the tears must have come with pregnancy.

“Oh baby… what do you know?”

You explain it to him. Not how you found them, not how Ben wanted you to participate, but that you knew he was sleeping with Iris.

Francisco’s eyes widened at that, tone just a tad darker than you knew it to be. “He’s sleeping with Iris? Really?”

“Yes!” You sit up and smack his chest in the low-buttoned shirt; it wasn’t hard, but he flinched. Guilt washed over you, but you couldn’t stop. “And you were going to be engaged to her! You’re probably sleeping with her too!” You smack his shoulder again, but when he catches your wrist you begin to scream. It was all too much: him inside you, the wind on your skin, grass itching your legs, the smell of the burning joint and that deep-seeded something deep down inside you threatening to boil over. There had been no outlet for you, no where you could turn to feel anything happening and not feel the things that were constant irritants. You had no mouth, and yet you must scream. So you did.

Francisco watched in horror and you broke down, screaming and crying and pulling at your hair and scratching your legs.

“Madonna, hey, Madonna what's going on? Talk to me, please, your… you're scaring me…” He keeps his distance when you climb off him, but it doesn’t seem to help.

You don’t want to feel the grass or your dress or the wind and you don’t want to feel the pain deep in your heart, the anger and hurt and fuck the grass feels awful. You scratch and scratch and it hurts. You tug at your dress. 

“It’s too much!” You shout, crying as he watches you. “My dress, the grass it’s too too fucking much!”

Every second feels like forever, but you are soon aware of Francisco’s hands on you, You try to smack him away, not wanting more touch as you melt down on the damp ground, but what he does surprises you. Fransco pulls off your dress, which initially makes you fearful of the grass texture on more skin, but soon enough you are pulled onto his lap, your naked body curled up on him and he’s squeezing you, he’s squeezing you so hurt and fuck, it feels good. You stop screaming, beginning to calm down but still crying. He pulls a blanket over you and at first you aren’t sure why. He makes sure the blanket doesn’t irritate your skin more, still holding you. 

When you hear the sound of horse footsteps, you realize why he covered you.

“What the hell happened! It’s she okay?” Jonah tore up the ground when he heard you screaming while doing circles around the open meadow. The sound of you in pain echoed down the valley, and Jonah feared the worst, and he shouted your name when he saw you.

You didn’t answer, too exhausted and distressed. Frankie looked up to Jonah on the horse. “She’s alright, she just had a… had to get some feelings out. Could you please bring my horse?”

Jonah’s eyes darted to wear your dress lay discarded on the ground and back to you. He shared a knowing glance with Francisco, and went to fetch his horse, Cielo.

Francisco gentle kissed your forehead as you muttered an apology. “You have nothing to be sorry for, mi flor” He picked a wild flower out of the ground and placed it behind your ear. “Mi flor perfecta. You’re my wife, you’re the only one I need. I don’t have, need, or want a mistress.”

You sniffle. “And… Iris?”

Francisco sighed. “That was never my idea. I won’t lie to you, we’ve kissed, we’ve done a little more but… that was Bea- ahem, Divine Mother’s plan. She wasn’t the one I wanted.”

Jonah rode up with Cielo, and Francisco stood with you in his arms before handing you, bundled up in the blanket for modesty, to Jonah. As Francisco gathered your dress and the picnic quickly, Jonah held you close; firm chest a contrast to Francosco’s fluff. 

“Had me scared there, darl’n. Though someth’n happened to yuh.”

“”M sorry…” You mutter, tired. His deep, gentle voice was soothing. 

“”Salright… I’m still worried, so you come talk to me if yuh need to, okay? My doors open this time, I promise…”

Bags packed, Frankie got on Cielo.

You remember last time you came to Jonah’s room crying… he was letting you know you could this time, should you need to.

“I got her.” Francisco spoke quickly, practically taking you out of Jonah’s arms.

On the ride back, sun beginning to paint red over the land, you feel somewhat childlike. You’re naked under the blanket, feeling a bit like a burrito. You hope your baby is okay. Frankie assures you that baby and you will be okay, but he’ll take you to Will when you get home, let you rest.

“How did you know what to do to… to help me, I mean.”

A long pause. “Just…” He sighs. “I’m omniscient, all that.”

You nod against his chest. “It was Ben, wasn’t it? The one you wanted to marry instead of Iris? I see how you look at each other…”

Another sigh. “Yeah. It was. But don’t worry about that now, Madonna. Love’n Benjamin… it ain’t easy. I guess you know that now. It’s not like loving you.”

You spent the rest of the day in Will's dim lit bedroom, Will and Frankie making sure things weren’t too loud or bright or anything that might disrupt you and the baby. You would be okay.

When Iris brought you and your two husbands your diner, she couldn’t look you in the eye. You noticed the way Francisco watched her with wide, sad eyes. You wondered if he wanted her.

*

The next day, Pope found you painting, sauntering in the room with his wine. “What’s this one going to be?” He asked over your shoulder. He smelled fresh and clean, his growing beard tickling your face. 

“A maypole.” You point to the tall structure and ribbon’s you’ve painted so far. “I wanna do it with all our colors, red yellow blue green white.”

“Beautiful idea, my Madonna.” He took a step back, looking at you with concern. “Frank, he… told me what happened to you in the meadow.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m, Pope I’m sorry!” You begin to ramble, to panic again. “I’m so sorry it won’t happen again! I just- I was over reacting and being childish and I promise it’ll get it under control!”

You expected anger, or his disappointment. You couldn’t bare it if he cut you off again. Instead, he was gentle; his voice was soft and calm. “What are you apologizing for, beautiful girl?”

“For… for being…”

“Human? Madonna…” He steps closer to you again, his hair now long enough to tie in a bun but right now, the graying curls dance at his shoulders. His eyes are empathetic. “I use to… I used to struggle with… similar feelings. Emotions I felt out of control with… my mother, she…” Pope’s feet shuffled and he looked down, suddenly seeming 10 years younger. “Well, she obviously had a lot more to worry about than just me. I guess I wish she handled it differently. Ways that didn’t involve locking me in a dark closet or using a belt.”

Your heart sinks at that. You were raised to believe in corporal punishment; it was used on you, and every child in delta… you didn’t realize it was used on Pope. He was a child in Delta after all… but you had thought God’s were beyond it. You forget, sometimes, Pope was half human. It hurt you to know that he had been hurt.

“Frank was the only one who could calm me down sometimes.”

“Oh Pope, I’m so sorry” Quickly, you embrace him with a hug that he returns tightly. 

“It’s okay, just… don’t feel bad for having feelings. Get them out whatever way you want, if you wanna get out more, Saha can take you riding our walks or whatever. We’re here for you, Madonna. You took on the burden of baring the savior, we’re going to take care of you in return.” He tightened his grip on you, tucking his face into your neck.

You felt safe with him. You felt seen. “Thank you, Pope. I love you.”

“I love you too, Madonna. We all do.”

He held you like that for the while, your hearts beating against each other, safe in your own skin, pregnant belly pressed up against his softness.

“Oh, that one’s new…” 

Breaking away, you turn to see where he was looking and smile when you recognize the picture. It was the abstract piece you and Ben made. “Oh! Yeah, me and Ben made that!”

Pope’s back stiffened, but it went unnoticed by you. “You… made it?”

“Yes!” You laugh, walking over to it and smiling, admiring a particular spot you knew was Ben’s buttcheek. “We had sex with paint on our bodies. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Your heart was warm looking at the painting, remembering the good times with Ben. It was going to be okay. Your bodies made something so beautiful together, you loved him so, so deeply, it had to be okay. 

“It’s beautiful, Madonna.” 

Sarcasm was lost on you.

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