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HI, I'm Marie. Thank you for taking the time to check out my masterlist & read my works. I took a much needed and longer than expected hiatus, but I'm SO happy to find my spark and get back to writing. Like every talented writer, I do NOT give permission for any of my works to be translated, rewritten, copied and posted on platforms other than my own accounts. Be mindful to trigger warnings listed prior to each story as most will be 18+ MINORS DNI. x
Not all of the people reading your x reader fics have white skin
Just a gentle reminder before you write characteristics that assume whiteness and exclude your black/indigenous/poc supporters-specifically in 'x reader' works.
I love and appreciate writers, but this is a recurring avoidable issue (going on for decades now).
"your dusky pink nipples" "your face turned just as red as his" "he could see the blush on your face" โyour cheeks furiously blushedโ โyour ears burn bright redโ โThe look in your reddened faceโ โyour knuckles white with effortโ โbruised purple against your light skinโ
Describing the physical feeling instead of the visual change helps include your readers while also elevating your writing IMO.
Anyone can say "Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment" or "Your face flushed" but wouldn't you rather say "A burning heat rushed across your face, from your neck to the tip of your nose, prickling right underneath the surface. You look anywhere but him, hoping your newfound interest in the buildings ceiling tiles will ease the fire tightening beneath your skin" And instead of the other character pointing out that the readers face is red, they can point out the obvious flustered facial expression/body language.
If you want your reader insert to have white/fairskin, then just label them white!reader or put the mention in the warnings/summary.
โชI have reached out to writers I favored/supported before and sometimes I have been met with severe hostility and defensiveness. I often wonder if people are doing this purposefully or for some reason think only white people read their fanfics (?)-if that's the case then be upfront and label your reader inserts as white!reader or something PLEASE. Itโs gotten to the point where I feel like black women and other POC arenโt wanted or considered in these fandoms because it comes off like that in your writing. If you need a different motivation, just know you're missing out on more interactions, reblogs, and a bigger reader base. I donโt know why white is the default for so many writers in unspecified x reader/reader insert fics-the people on your blog following, reading, and supporting you arenโt all white and fair-skinned.
I am not talking about OC fics or fics where race/skintone is x specified in summary or warnings. This is specifically about unspecified "x reader" where whiteness is assumed as the default
Put in the comments good replacements for writers to use!
Obsessive!Aemond who wonโt stop until he gets you, even when heโs ill.
โThe tea, Your Grace.โ Your voice came out quieter than intended as you carefully lowered the silver tray onto the carved table beside his bed. The porcelain cup rattled softly against its saucer. You felt it before you dared acknowledge it.
His gaze.
It clung to every movement you made, following the brush of your fingers as you straightened the tray, the rise and fall of your breathing, the nervous way you smoothed your skirts. Even bedridden with fever, Prince Aemond watched you like a starving creature denied its meal.
"Stay." The single word rooted you to the spot. "I'd like to see you beneath the candlelight."
Heat bloomed across your face. "Forgive me, Your Grace," you answered, forcing your voice to remain steady. "I must retrieve the rest of your medicine before you retire." You turned before your resolve could fail.
Two steps. Three. Then came the rustle of heavy blankets. Footsteps. Despite the fever that had confined him to bed for two days, they were predatory. The hairs along your neck rose. You barely had time to turn before he was upon you.
A chair scraped violently across the stone floor, sent skidding aside beneath the force of his foot. You startled with a sharp breath as his hand caught your wrist, guiding, then pinning you against the cold wall of his chambers. The candle above you flickered. A single bead of molten wax slid down its side. It landed against the bare skin near your collarbone and you hissed.
His visible eye darkened. Slowly, almost absentmindedly, his gaze followed the tiny droplet cooling against your skin, as though nothing else in the room existed. "Poor thing," he murmured.
His thumb tilted your chin upward, you had no choice but to meet his eye. Even sick, he was beautiful. Even sick, he was terrifying. His forehead glistened faintly with fever, loose strands of silver hair clinging to damp skin, yet none of it softened him. If anything, the illness only sharpened the hunger behind his gaze. It made him seem less like a prince and more like a dragon denied flight.
He stepped closer. Close enough that the warmth pouring from him swallowed the chill of the stone at your back. His breath ghosted against your ear, hot from fever. "You flee," he whispered, his voice rough and low. "Every day you flee."
His fingers loosened around your wrist only to brush lightly over the pulse there, where your heartbeat betrayed you. "And yet," his lips curved into the faintest smile, "you always come back."
His thumb traced beneath your jaw with unbearable slowness before he leaned closer still, until there was scarcely enough space to breathe between you. "Do you have any idea," he murmured, his voice dropping to little more than a rumble, "what you do to me, รฑuha genesฤซtos?"
warnings: smut, oral (m!receiving), semi-public (in the car), spitting in mouth, Dean begging, swearing, use of pet names
summary: in which Boyfriend!Dean does reformer pilates with you in exchange for whatever he wantsโฆ
wc: 1445
a/n: not proof read, please bear with me. had get it sexyy on LOOP while writing this.
โAnd hold! Fiveโฆ Fourโฆ Almost there!โ
The best part of doing pilates with Dean was when the instructors started counting tortuously slow.
And you swore Dean was so close to losing his shit. His right forearm was laid against the reformer platform, left leg stacked on his right as he balanced himself through a side plank.
โBaby,โ he huffed, โI swear this is a form of BDSM.โ
Since you did the opposite side of the movement, you could see him as he spoke. Sweat beading on his forehead, trailing down his neck and to the arm laid on the platform.
You wanted to lick it all up.
โAll that muscle and you canโt even keep up?โ you teased.
He gave you a pointed look and you knew you were in for it at the end of the session.
โAnd we are done!โ the instructor boomed over the speakers, breaking your train of thought.
Dean sagged onto the reformer carriage, lying on his back, gazing at the roof. He turned his head toward you and gave you a crooked grin, โYou hungry, baby?โ
You were grabbing two sanitised wipes for each of your reformers before your response came, โUgh. I could go for Mexican right now.โ
He only let out an amused huff as if you missed something. You thought nothing of it.
Once you two had finished cleaning your respective stations, you made way to the reception, grabbing your belongings on the way. You thanked the instructor for the session, mama raised a polite girl, and walked out the building towards Deanโs black BMW.
Dean held your door open before saying, โLetโs get you fed, hm?โ
Getting comfortable in the black leather interior of Deanโs car, you pulled the sun visor down to reapply your lippiy.
Dean pulled his door open, got into his seat and sat there as he watched you adoringly.
In the confined space you share together, his smell finally hit you. You think youโd be used to it after all his hockey matches, but nothing ever beats the smell of Dean after a hard workout.
You realised the car hasnโt started yet, and glanced at him. โWhatโs up-โ
You didnโt feel the air shift in the small space you share as Dean crashed his lips onto yours.
The slow and soft kisses you two had shared this morning before you left for pilates was nothing compared to what heโs giving you now.
He was absolutely overwhelming, and not in a bad way. He consumed everything around you, drowning out the sounds from outside as theyโre replaced with his heavy grunts.
Every sound that came out from Deanโs mouth sent shivers down your spine and heat straight to your pussy.
Your hand, desperate to find anything to hold, found his damp hair, running your fingers through and raking your nails against his scalp. The other held onto his thick bicep, which you indented with small crescents from how hard you were gripping him.
Deanโs hand found the back of your head, softly fisting your hair, and tipped your head to the side.
He bit the bottom of your lip and said, โOpen that pretty mouth.โ
And without hesitation, you looked at him through your thick lashes, you opened your mouth.
Deanโs grip on your hair tightened ever so slightly. His free hand found your face, grabbing your cheeks to spread your mouth further, making your pussy clench on nothing. You saw the movement of him drawing spit from his mouth before he spat into your mouth.
โSwallow, pretty girl,โ he commanded. You obeyed.
Your mind was genuinely on autopilot as everything about him dominated you, and it felt liberating.
He returned to attacking your mouth with kisses, tugging at your bottom lip in silent request. You obliged, opening your mouth ever so slightly that his tongue slips through.
Tongues dancing together, he sucked onto yours, soft moans escaping your mouth which made Dean twitch painfully in his tight gym shorts.
A string of saliva connected you two as he pulled away. โI know what I want,โ he whispered as his heavy breath fanned your face.
You, completely dazed, looked at him for a good second until it registered.
In return for doing pilates, he could get whatever her wants.
You dragged your thumb over your swollen, kiss-ridden, bottom lip, โOh?โ
His hips lifted as he adjusted himself on his leather seat, his eyes looked at his very obvious hard-on.
He looked back at you and you raised a brow, two can play that game, โUse your words, Deanie.โ
โPlease,โ his hips lifted as he started pulling his shorts down, torturously slow, just like those instructors counting.
Your eyes followed the movement and you involuntarily swallowed, mouth growing dry at just the thought of taking him in your mouth. The dusty blonde hair that trailed from his stomach continued downward. Until his length finally sprung free.
โPlease suck me, baby,โ he stroked himself once, precum beading at the tip. โโm begging you.โ
Thatโs it, Dean will be the death of you.
You gave him a sultry look before leaning over the center console, replacing his hand with yours. Deanโs size never fails to impress you, with your fingers barely touching as you wrapped them around him.
You stroked him slowly, earning a hiss from Dean. Looking up at him, one hand was gripping the head rest of his seat, bicep bulging while the other held onto the back of the center console. He looked absolutely delicious.
You brought your attention back to the star of the show. His tip was so red and precum started to drip down his length. You traced the precum all the way up to his tip, giving it small kitten licks, savouring the salty taste of him.
โBaby, donโt tease, please,โ he said with a strained voice.
You smiled to yourself before taking him into your mouth, his length immediately hitting the back of your throat, gagging around him. That hand on the centre console settled on your hair, fisting it. He groaned, then bit his lip to muffle himself, as your throat clenched around him, making your pussy melt.
The hand you had wrapped around him tightened as you fisted the remaining length you couldnโt fit into your mouth. You started twisting your hand around him and you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue on his tip and length.
You heard smacking against leather, and assumed Dean was hitting the head rest struggling to maintain composure. From the sounds he made, he was definitely losing it.
Your other free hand cupped his balls, weighting and fondling them. The action forced Dean to lift his hips and buck into your mouth, activating you gag reflex, eliciting a choked moan from him.
You increased your pace, hand twisting, mouth sucking and his hips thrusting. The hand on your hair was fisted tight, guiding your head up and down. You moaned, sending vibrations through the hard length filling your mouth. Dean responded with thrusting harder, sounds of pleasure escaping him.
โThatโs it, baby.โ He stroked my hair with the hand that fisted it, โSucking me off in the car where anyone could see us.โ
His hips thrusted and you felt him twitch in your mouth, with your lips parted around him, Dean has the sexiest view of you. His dick swelled and you knew he was close.
โHarder, baby. Please suck me harder.โ
And you did, you worked in tandem with your tongue that licked a stripe along the vein of his length. Wrist rotating, increasing your grip ever so slightly to send him over the edge.
โFuck,โ he tried to pull you off his dick, โbaby, baby, baby. โm gonna cum, please.โ
Heโd be a fool to think you wouldnโt wanna taste him, even after working so hard at pilates. You wanted to drain him. Suck him dry. Savour every drop.
Deanโs body shook, his hips bucked upward, both hands gripping your head this time, forcing your head onto him. He tossed his head back, audibly hitting the head rest, releasing himself in your mouth. Your name left his lips, like a prayer. You stayed still as he spilled every remaining drop into your mouth before swallowing it all.
You pulled off him, proud of yourself.
His hands fell to his sides as he sat there, completely spent. His breathing was still erratic, youโd think he just finished a hockey match. He tilted his head, looking at you with a smirk, โWhen are you doing pilates again?โ
The points of your boots tapped together, subtly moving on a melodic movement, counting a silent metronome along to the beat of Fuego by Pitbull.ย
one two three four, two-two three four, three-two three fourโฆ
Eyes followed each dancer moving along a wall, a mini version of yourself subconsciously swinging her hips and turning in synchronized rhythm among the other dancers.ย
It was a Saturday night nearing 2 am, only 30 minutes to closure, about 10 from the bartender's last call, possibly an extra fifteen considering it was a dead night in town and the typical usual traffic wouldnโt return until the nights following.
Saturday Night's Main Event had taken place 2.5 hours the big city over and anyone whoโs anyone in town took it upon themselves to flee and make it to the event. Theyโd drive upon ends if it meant supporting the small towns local L.A Knight in one of the biggest paper views of his career.ย
At one point in time, that wouldโve been you. It was you, once. You promised yourself never again and unlike another, you truly managed to keep your promise.
Half of downtown had closed early enough to ensure they could make it to either the stadium or home to not miss a second.ย
Fords Bar was the one and only saloon in your hometownโ one that never closed down. Open seven days a week, the decade-family owned bar and dancehall bellowed music from brunch to late night early mornings.ย
Benson Ford was the fifth generation to take over from his father, his youthfulness of mid-40s ensuring he flocked in everyone by any means. Hosting fight nights were a given considering their small town boy was now a big time wrestling super star, and there wasnโt a night where Fords wasnโt hosting an event specifically to watch L.A Knight.ย
Typically, the saloon would be jam packed. However, considering it was a short drive, your favorite weekend hangout was almost empty for the few stragglers who stayed behind to watch the main event from the comfort of bartops in between the live house band and dancing.ย
You were there for the dancing and the beer, a few shots here and there, and unlike everyone else, you didnโt give a flying rats ass to the fact L.A Knight had finally won the menโs champion belt.ย
Okay, so maybe you did, but rather than celebrating amongst the others, you took a double of tequila and slid your way to the dance floor until you were out of breath and needed a break with another shot and a bottle of beer.ย
one two three four, two-two three four, three-two three fourโฆ
Your eyes traveled the pairs of boots on the floor, the neck of your beer toying in between your fingers before meeting your lips to take one long swig.ย
Cheers erupted while Pitbullsโ voice continued to rattle the hall and you shook your head, lightly chuckling to yourself as you knocked back the remaining of your drink and signaling to the cocktail waitress for another beer and shot.
Managing your liquor was in your forte and though you had a slight buzz, you werenโt beyond your wits end of imagination and hallucinations.ย
It was more of a surprise that he had even made it after his big win to this stumpy olโ bar. After all, why would he want to bring it back to his roots when he had it all and more to gain elsewhere?ย
Maybe this was why he had called you four times and texted you six.
If only you had actually responded instead of leaving him on read and hitting clear voicemail without listening to a word.
You were the one who actually kept your promise.
Your head remained fixated upon the dance floor to the stage, listening to the house band now take over for the dj, ending the night with sweet songs and two-steps. Not once had you turned to give your attention to the drawn crowd, your ears twitching and doing all the following as you heard chants and various โhelloโs, itโs about damn time, round of shotsโ as he made his way around acknowledging everyone.ย
At least, for the last two shots, you didnโt have to pay for them due to the complimentary of L.A Knight himself.ย
Minutes had passed and though you had hoped heโd ignore your presence completely, his palm grazed your bare shoulder, slowly traveling down to your elbow. From your peripheral, he held a chaste grin, eyes beaming as he pulled out the empty stool, placing himself right beside you.ย
โIsnโt this a nice night,โ he angled his head towards you, his gaze trailing yours outward. His right hand gripped his glass of whiskey while his left pushed another full glass to youโ an olive branch.
It was a great night. Sort of. You could have done without the reminder of your ex-boyfriend on every television screen and towns cry of how proud all the townsfolk were and just enjoyed a night of dancing and drinks. You most definitely could have done without his presence.
One year apart wasnโt long enough and the breakup was still fresh in your mind.ย
The whiskey was strong and you could smell it straight from the glass. Your fingers twitched towards the drink and you refused to fully give him your full attention.
Knight was treading light waters and he knew how to play his cards right. Fuck, he always knew.
Nodding your head, a hum left your lips as you willingly took the glass and brought it to your mouth, licking your lips as a slight burn welcomed your throat.ย ย
Thank you L.A. Knight, you sarcastically thought.ย
โYa know, I fought tonight.โ
His body angled yours, his left hand finding rest on your chair behind your back. You took another sip, your focus not once wavering from two steppers and the lead singer.ย
One-two three four, two-two three fourโฆ
โOh?โ your brow arched, and you took another sipโ gulp. As if you didnโt see his match on the five televisions spread throughout the place.ย
The glass of whiskey was definitely going to be treated like a shot. There wasnโt time for nursing or babysitting.ย
Fords was now the last place you wanted to be.ย
Knight was inches apart from your frame, so close you could smell his fresh aftershave and whiskey on his breath. โI wonโฆthe menโs world championship.โ His fingers lightly traced the exposed skin of your lower back and you squared your shoulders, strengthening your upper half from molding to his caress.ย
About damn fucking time.
You bobbed your head, shaking your alcoholic beverage before taking another sip. A fake smile coiled your lips and for a brief second, your eyes met his, โcongrats.โ
Knight let out a breath and licked his lips, his eyes sharply holding your face. โI called,โ he said, taking a sip, โand texted.โ
โI didnโt get anythiโโ you began only to be met by his palm leaving your back to grip your side. The barstool creaked along the wooden floor as he pulled you closer to him.ย
He turned your chair, so you fully gave him your attention. His hands laid upon the top of your knees, sliding them up to your thighs. โNow,โ his eyes narrowed, โthatโs bullshit.โย
Your eyes lingered from the top of his freshly gelled hair, to the tightness of his black t-shirt, his even tighter in the groin denim boot jeans, to the points of his boots and back up.ย
He was still handsome as hell. Even with tired crystal blue eyes and a light purple bruise under his eye to go with it.ย
Still, it didnโt matter. Regardless of time, his big win and the fact he made the drive to his hometown, made the time to come see you, you werenโt going to do this with him.ย
Another hum left your mouth while your eyes fluttered. You leaned forward, threading your fingers in between his, โif you say so.โ For a split second, there was a spark, familiarity of the way your fingers were once perfectly twined to his.ย
Now, wasnโt the case.
You watched his eyes drift to your locked hands but before he could make any movement or utter a sound, you pushed his hands off your knees and stood. Turning your back towards him, you killed the remaining whiskey in your glass then shot him a grin as you side stepped around him.
โWhere are you going?โ
The answer was obvious. Too obvious to where you ignored him as he also down his whiskey in order to follow you.ย
The lights above the dance floor dimmed darker, signifying the last two-step of the night. Ella Langleyโs, Last Call For Us, began to play and you surveyed the remaining cowboys lingering nearby, debating which one you were going to grab for the last dance of the night.
Your answer was made for you when calloused hands enveloped your wrist. โDonโt you dare,โ Knight scolded, twirling you as he pulled you to him. His hands enveloped yours, fingers intertwining while his other hand snuck around your waist.ย
Your remaining free hand rested limp to your side, your lips down in a frown while you looked at him with an unamused, blank expression. Knight sighed, grabbed your free hand and wrapping it around his neck.ย
โYouโre only making this harder than it has to be,โ he said, securing his arm around your waist once more, pulling you in tight so you were flesh chest to chest. You couldnโt help but roll your eyes, sighing in defeat as you allowed him to lead.
quick-quick, slow-slow, quick-quick, slow-slowโฆ
You could feel his eyes boring into your face but you refused to look up, your eyes darting anywhere and everywhere, over his shoulder, the bandstand, other dancers, refusing to let your gaze fall upon him.ย
His fingers lightly traced your side while you guided to the music and you hated how with every soft twirl, your body would end slightly closer to him; and you hated it even more how much you wanted to so deeply wrap your arms around his neck and lose yourself completely in his embrace.ย
โYou knowโ he slowly twirled you, wrapping your arms across your chest like a pretzel while he pressed his cheek to yours. You swayed for a few minutes in place with your back leaning against his chest, โI couldโve been anywhere, yet here I am.โ
A scoff fell from your lips and you took lead, twirling yourself back around to create some space, pulling him as you began moving on the dance floor again.ย
quick-quick, slow-slow, quick-quick, slow-slow.
โWhat a waste of time,โ you admitted, slowing the pace. He chuckled lightly, his tone sounding more forced in annoyance. Pulling you to a stop, his hand upon your waist went to your cheek, โthereโs no other place Iโd want to be.โย
Between the caress of his hand on your face, your body betraying your mind as you gave in by slightly leaning to his touch and the way his blue eyes looked so longingly, matching the words upon his tongue, you didnโt know which burned worse.
Shaking your head, you pulled your hand out of his grasp and dropped the other from his neck. You swallowed the lump in your throat, quickly glancing around the room.ย
There werenโt any lingering curious eyes, mouths whispering wonders of why you had cut your dance short. The two of you together on the dance floor, at one point, hand in hand, had been completely normal.
This was home.ย
However, rather than feeling welcomed and at ease with him, you were anxious, feeling as if you were about to sink into water, reaching for a lifeline out of reach.
His hand grabbed your elbow, thumb caressing your skin while he softly spoke your name. He caught your attention and you shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat.
โNo,โ is all you said, eyes narrowing while prying yourself from his hold.
Your boots pattered among the wooden floor as you quickly made your way to the bar, signaling Benson to close you out. Regardless of how quick you were to retrieve your card and sign your tip, LA Knight had been hot on your heel. He leaned beside you, watching you as you thanked Benson for the nightโ Knight too closing out.ย
โYou shouldnโt be driving home.โ
You couldnโt help but roll your eyes as you dropped the pen and receipt atop of the table. โDown the road, Iโm fine. Night,โ you said to him then waved Benson adieu, making your way out of the saloon.
Knight continued to trail your every step, his voice lingering right behind as he continued to call you. Once you made it to your truck, you threw your hands in the air.ย
โWhat the hell do you want from me Shaun?โ You threw your arms up, letting out a breath of defeat. Tears began to prick the corners of your eyes but you absolutely refused, willed yourself to not give the man before you the grace of shedding a cry.ย
A mixture of emotions swirled your insides. Anger. Frustration. Sadness. Bitterness.ย
โCan you not take the fucking hint?โ you snapped. He was not going to get the latter of you, it was easier to push than to pull.ย
The both of you stared at the other, you waiting for him to give reason and him, waiting for you to simply give in. Licking your lips, you shook your heads and pulled your keys out of your pocket.
As soon as you opened your door, two arms entrapped you, hands pushing it closed.ย
โFor fucksake,โ you groaned, letting your forehead fall against the window. You softly banged your head on the glass then turned around to meet him nose to nose. โJust let me give you a ride home,โ he pleaded with his eyes, โplease.โ
This one shot turned into a two, possibly three part mini series . First bit will be up tomorrow. Itโs my first fic in over a year, maybe two. WWE girlies please be kind to me ๐ซถ๐ฝ
