#Baby remember my name (The ladies)
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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do you think I would piss off chronically online people if I told yâall I almost had sexual affairs with a GILF once? đ (REAL)
#she wanted to try for a baby and thought I was nice but didnât want to go to a sperm back and wanted to feel the joys of intimacy just like#casually yknow? no strings attached kinda thing#my partner (now ex) at the time was unfortunately not on board with it so it never happened :(#missed opportunity fr#chronically online âpeople scream about adults with age gaps having hookups and or just healthy consenting relationships all the time now#like buddy I knew how old she was I was fine with it and I was on board!! it was gonna be gay as Hell unfortunately I lost contact with her#we both knew how old one another were and had a whole conversation and agreed it would be fine I just needed permission from my partner#now ex; this happened many years ago#the lady was from a Facebook polyamory group I was in#omg I just remembered her name- I wonât say as I donât want this being traced back to me irl#J if youâre out there and still kicking; Iâm DTF if my partners are cool with it đđđ#mine#OP#gay#sapphic#wlw#cw adult stuff#cw adult things#story time#story
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I wanna make it (so badly)
Art Donaldson x Fem Reader
Warnings/Contains: reader is AFAB with she/her pronouns, swearing, inappropriate employer/employee relationship, dry-humping, a lot of heavy petting, implied age gap, effective-infidelity (reader tested, tashi approved), oral sex (f!receiving), art is a bit of a pervert and mega-pathetic (endearing), references to religion (worship).
Word Count: 5.8k
i white knuckled the steering wheel on the way home from this film thinking about art donaldson- this is, essentially, an ode to that
Youth tennis lessons, $20/h, call for details
Finding work was hard, keeping work was harder.
Cleaning, baby-sitting, pet-sitting, pet-walking. There was virtually nothing you hadn't tried.
Odd jobs, odd hours, and the occasional odd employer.
You'd played tennis for the last couple years of college. Nothing remotely competitive but you and your friends had looked cute in the skirts and they'd give you whole hours out of class to play.
You were above average with a good arm and better patience.
Another odd job to add to your growing list.
You'd been particular about where you'd posted the ads, the neighbourhoods you'd chosen. Only the ones with manicured lawns and white picket fences.
Tacking the paper to boards in upmarket cafes, fancy supermarkets, ladies-only gyms.
The kind of people that want their kids playing tennis and could find their way to increase your pay- if you did well.
You always did very well.
So your little car looked a little out of place in this neighbourhood, fingers holding the scribbled post-it note with the address. Your scrawling handwriting detailing the "Donaldson's" were enquiring within.
Pulling up outside the house, you had a quiet inkling that you might've been out of your depth. Whoever owned this house deserved more than an above-average-ex-college-student that only learnt the sport to spend time with friends.
But they'd requested you, you'd have to let them come to that conclusion on your own.
Your knuckles only hit the door once before it was being swung open by someone that looked destined to be a security guard, like he'd come out the womb with his future decided.
What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?
He'd left you in the "formal lounge" to sit smack-bang in the centre of a couch that wouldn't even fit in the lobby of your apartment building- let alone the apartment itself.
As you admired a painting on the wall that you'd only ever seen in books, high heels on the stone floors made you jump in your seat.
The most beautiful woman you might ever see in your life appeared before you and said your name in a way that had you standing from your seat.
Your face faltered just enough that you hoped she didn't notice. There was something about her that told you she noticed everything.
Fuck me, that's Tashi Duncan.
If you know a thing about tennis (or even just watched the news) you know exactly who this woman is. You remember her more from your childhood but you remember her all the same.
The woman that once held the world by the balls.
She apologised for her husband's absence, that he was busy. It wasn't lost on you that the "husband" she casually referred to was Art Donaldson, US Open champion.
The Donaldson's.
Ah fuck.
Tashi went on the explain that they were wanting to begin lessons for their daughter Lily. You assumed this was the one you could hear running circles around the informal lounge.
"With all due respect, am I not the least qualified person in this home for that?"
You watched a perfectly formed cheekbone lift in what was nearly a smile. Strangely enough, something in the pit of your chest was dying to make her do that again.
There was something about her that demanded to be impressed.
You were no exception to the rule.
"My husband and I have seen some of your matches, we liked what we saw."
How? Your 'matches'- if you can even call them that, were nothing of note. You don't even think faculty bothered to watch them. You weren't quite sure why they'd even recorded them.
A silly part of you began to wonder how they'd even got a hold of them- until you remembered who they were.
The Hermes and Peitho of tennis.
"You did? I always thought of myself as more of a casual player."
"And that's what we liked, we know better than anyone how brutal tennis can become. We want someone to help Lily enjoy the game."
Oh, okay then.
You'd made a quasi-college-career out of purely enjoying the game. You were sure you could foster the same spirit for the six-year-old performing the entire 'Encanto' soundtrack in the other room.
Tashi laid down a tight schedule, Monday to Friday, 3pm to 6pm. You would teach Lily the wonders of the game on the court behind their home.
Their home you'd come to find out was a luxury rental when you'd complemented Tashi on another of the art pieces that'd apparently come with the place.
You'd also come to find out they typically live in hotel rooms, but they'd settled in this area for the time being as Art had a good thing going with a regular playing schedule and a sporting-goods deal.
You nodded along like you could begin to understand a life like that.
As she showed you back to your car (the one you suddenly felt humiliated for her to see you own), she called your name one last time from the doorway.
"You undersell yourself, we'll give you eighty an hour."
She left you choking on your tongue with one foot in the car and the other on an Italian cobblestone.
You were never going to walk or sit another dog again.
Lily was going to win her first Grand Slam by ten if that's what they'd pay you.
As your peeled your car from their turn-around area, you watched a Jeep Wrangler slow as it passed you. You couldn't see through the tint but you just knew it was him.
And you knew he was watching you.
-
The minute you'd told your roommate the situation you'd come into, she'd called bullshit.
A few texts from Tashi's now saved icon and a weird little photo you'd taken from inside the guest bathroom, it'd been enough to convince her.
"Fucking hell, are you God's favourite or something?"
You'd argue you were quite the opposite, she of all people should know. She'd seen some of the states you'd come home in after your other random jobs.
Felt good to be the winner.
Even just once.
In the air of some girlish fascination, she brought up a Youtube video of "Tashi Duncan Career Highlights" courtesy of "tennisguy779."
You'd protested it, rolling your eyes while feigning disinterest. No use, the minute you caught her out the corner of your eye- you were captivated.
It was entirely possible to imagine she hovered above the court, like there was a greater force placing her exactly where she needed to be, exactly when she needed.
It was even easier to believe she was just that good.
As you watched her play, listened to the sounds the game could draw from her- you wondered if this was how she and Art had felt.
Had they curled up in their informal lounge like you were right now? Had Tashi studied your every move meticulously like you assume? Had Art passed comment on your form? Did he think you were any good?
Tennisguy779's lineup changed quickly to "Art Donaldson Career Highlights" and you felt your chest constrict. An inexplicable feeling washed over you.
Like you'd been caught with God's forbidden fruit.
Your roommate had tried to question why you'd effectively flown off the couch, only to be met with a muttered 'goodnight' as you shut the bedroom door behind you.
Thin walls meant you drifted off to sleep that night with the rhythmic sounds of Art, grunting his way through an ATP Challenger.
It was no surprise you dreamt of him.
-
The Donaldson's tennis court was down a steep set of stairs, set back into an oasis of lush greenery.
Perfect for a 6-year-old's first lessons.
You didn't know if it was the grand balcony that overlooked the court or the fact a well-manicured Tashi stood atop it, but you felt positively observed.
Lily was in the midst of showing you how she could do a cartwheel (she couldn't) when the voice in the back of your head started echoing a promise of $80/h.
"Alright, lets channel some of that into your elbow."
Give a six-year-old a racquet half the size of her and she's going to blow effective chunks, but at least she has the spirit. Maybe it's her energy, maybe it has been a while since you've been on the court-
The kid's running you ragged.
Coupled with her height, you're spending more time bent over than you are up straight and it's all going to your head. All you can hope is Tashi isn't up there watching you stumble after the ball.
But you're sure there are eyes on your back.
Lily is a quick learner and you work out a tradeoff of one tennis skill for one spinning heel kick (mandatory that you watch).
Roll on 6pm and she's dog-tired, however, she's managed to hit the ball at least twice. Surely that's earned your keep. She lays star-fished on the turf and murmurs something about a piggyback.
You know you're about to earn your keep.
By the top of the staircase, you're more than happy to hand over a Lily-shaped-sack-of-potatoes to Tashi's mother. As you emerge from behind an ornate gargoyle, your suspicions proved correct.
Art Donaldson had been watching your every move.
Left alone on the balcony with him, you're acutely aware of the fact he's standing between you and your exit, and he's just had a full show of you bent over and flitting about his tennis court.
That and you still haven't said so much as 'hello' to the man.
You dwell on it for a moment and then there's that feeling back in the pit of your stomach, like any minute you'll be caught with fruit in hand- in throat.
The Original Sin.
Luckily, Art made the decision for you, crossing the space to shake your hand. If he noticed the way your hand trembled, he didn't seem to mind.
"It's nice to finally meet you."
You wished you had more to say to him, or maybe something more intelligent. Something better than a quiet "and you."
He was the better conversationalist, thankfully. Head motioning to the court, he looked down his nose at you when he spoke.
It should've felt condescending. It didn't.
"How did she go out there?"
"Yeah, really good- not a Disney character I can't name now."
He laughed.
Really laughed, like the joke was better than it was.
Like there was a preening little flutter inside you that said "do it again!"
You shrugged your shoulders like making him happy came naturally as you squinted up at him, as if he was the sun.
"You were watching? You must've seen her picking it up?"
Because he was the expert. Because he is the champion.
He hummed as he nodded, eyes skywards like there might've been something more important behind the clouds.
"Must've been distracted."
Within an instant- his eyes flickered to your own and you were sure he watched them change. He must've seen something he liked, the corner of his lip quirked up before he spoke again.
"Come on, I'll sort your payment and then we'll let you get home."
And for whatever reason, his hand fit perfectly in the small of your back as he lead you inside.
-
And how quickly did you become a strange piece of furniture in the Donaldson's home- in their life?
An ottoman for Tashi to rest her tired feet on.
An abstract piece on the wall for Art to admire when he passes it.
A projection of constellations across the ceiling to keep Lily bright behind the eyes.
At least you belonged- there was no doubt that this was where you belonged.
That wasn't to say your tennis skill had improved any, lesson after lesson you still couldn't wrap your head around why they'd even signed you on, let alone kept you.
"Ok, don't watch that one either- maybe just do what I say and not what I do."
You hadn't nailed a single one, at this point you couldn't blame Lily for skipping around pretending her racquet was a horse.
Wasn't like she'd be learning anything if she was paying attention.
"Ok, here we go just- ok right, when your parents ask how today went, please be kind."
"Your elbow is too low."
It was a miracle you didn't scream.
Art entered the court with a swagger that you could only assume struck fear when he was your opponent.
Right now it struck pure embarrassment and Lily wasn't helping.
"Daddy, she didn't hit a single one!"
"Alright, I don't think daddy needs to know that-"
"Daddy knows, daddy's been watching."
Daddy really needs to stop calling himself that.
Lily and her racquet took off for another tour of The Grand National as Art approached you with quiet determination.
It was like waiting for impact, his eyes never wavered off his daughter as he made towards you. At the last moment, he snapped his attention in your direction- with a smile that should've felt condescending.
It wasn't.
"If your elbow is too low you lose topspin and power."
If you deserved the $80/h you were earning, you might've known that.
As Art stepped up to you, the turn of the planets on their axis slowed down and it could've been entirely possible to believe it was only you two.
And Lily upon her trusty steed.
The gallops of her tennis shoes thinned out as Art placed one hand around your elbow, lifting it higher. His other hand held your waist as he pulled your back flush to his chest.
"Lily, go find grandma."
Then it really was just you two.
Your heart hammered against the shell of your ribcage, blood rushing around your ears as you felt Art's chin perch at your shoulder.
"If your elbow is high enough," His hand lifted it up and you let it stay there. "And your hip is turned."
He didn't have to say it with the gravel in his voice, but he did. He didn't have to hold your hips as he moved them, but he did. He didn't have to stay without so much of an inch between the two of you, but he did.
With one hand in the curve of your waist, he tossed the ball into the air with the other- then he whistled.
Like the obedient thing you didn't know you were, you raised the racquet and sent the ball flying through the air without even blinking.
As the streak of green hit the court and rolled away, you found yourself lying in wait, as if you were waiting for something- your next command?
"Good girl."
There it was.
Under the all consuming effect that Art Donaldson just seemed to have on people, you'd entirely forgotten you were in a position you could be 'caught' in. By his all consuming wife, of all people.
So, you should've moved.
Quite honestly you should've straightened up and cleared your throat and thanked him and told him it was time for you to go home.
You should've moved.
But Art wasn't moving. If anything he was staying purposefully still at your backside.
Obedient thing you seem to be.
"Show me that again?"
So,
You teach Lily the bare basics of tennis for three hours and receive $80 on the hour.
Then Art spends three hours of his spare time teaching you to perfect your swing- in a way that couldn't ever vaguely resemble professional.
A simple transactional arrangement.
Your tennis improves on a slow but sure basis and he gets the most off-court action he's seen since college.
Even if it is just heavy petting on astro-turf.
A hand under the hem of a tennis skirt. A pressing hip against your own. A deep breath as your hair brushes past him.
You figure Art will take what he can get.
And it's never enough to raise alarm. Sure, there's that fluttering in your chest that warns you might get 'caught' but you're never quite sure what one might 'catch' if they found you out.
It's undoubted who that 'one' is though.
The one who holds the cards- holds the throat, maybe.
Tashi, who's presence precedes her perhaps more than her reputation. Even when she isn't there, she's there.
So, when Art's hand lingers too long on the outside of your thigh and you think you can feel it verging into the territory that'll change everything- it's Tashi on your mind.
You're beginning to think your conscience sounds a lot like Tashi.
-
Who are you if not obedient to the Donaldson's?
Chasing Lily around a court.
Adhering to Tashi's every request.
Being Art's fantasy.
Being Art's.
Most of the time, anyway. Three hours a week.
Something to keep him bright behind the eyes, maybe. Something to keep him happy. Something to keep him-
Winning?
He tells you he plays better with you around. The way he says it makes you giggle, a girlish little noise that sort of just slips out. He serves the ball with his eyes on you and, sure enough, it lands smack where he wanted it too.
Everything where he wants it. When he wants it.
Shy and inconsequential touches and glances shared just between you.
Until, well- until they weren't.
"Would you like a coffee?"
Tashi's mother had taken Lily off to bed, leaving you and Art separated by an island. Kitchen island.
He braced both palms against it as he watched you watch the door, wondering if you should cut and run, wondering if someone else might come through it.
Talking yourself out of it. Whatever it might be.
"Yes please."
Even he looked surprised, brows raising an inch as he turned to the Nespresso machine. You took the moment to watch his back, the muscles moving under the cool-dry fabric of his shirt.
You spent all your time pretending not to notice him that actually allowing yourself the chance to study him made you lightheaded.
Had he always looked this captivating?
He broke your focus with a coffee cup, sliding it towards you as he rounded the bench. His eyes didn't even waver off you as he took a sip of his own.
It wasn't lost on you that he managed to tongue foam off the tip of his nose.
This was the longest you'd stuck around after a tennis lesson, longest you'd allowed yourself to be in his presence. You weren't quite sure how big this thing could get.
Your mouth was opening before your brain had decided it was a good idea.
"Mr. Donaldson-"
"Art."
"Uh, Art- I really appreciate the help you've been giving me- uh, you know- with tennis."
He placed his coffee mug down, nodding as he did it. "My pleasure."
Naturally.
That brain of yours was still firing off at a mile a minute. There was a very tiny voice right at the back that said it was up to you how this night would end- you had a choice to make.
Placing your coffee mug beside his, you scanned his face to find him already looking at you. Perhaps the choice was already set.
Maybe it was fate.
All he said was your name, it could've been the way he said it- but your whole body was losing the rigidity it'd formed when he first asked you to stay longer. When he'd made the choice.
Crossing the small gap between you two, Art was careful to keep one hand on the kitchen bench as the other hovered beside you. Not touching you,
Yet.
One step closer and the tip of Art's nose was touching yours. You think you might've been able to smell the coffee off his breath.
It thinned out- leaving you with his sweat. Musk. Art.
A sudden surge of morals overcame you, your voice broke out as a gasp.
"What about Mrs. Donaldson?"
"Actually, it's still Duncan."
You screamed.
Right in his face.
Tashi's voice made you jump out of your skin.
However, Art didn't move. As you turned your head to gauge the way his wife stalked across the kitchen, you felt his nose brush against your cheek.
Tashi retrieved a tall bottle of Pellegrino from the fridge, taking a poignant sip as her eyes flitted between the two of you.
What a fucking sight.
Her husband, eyes shut and face pressed pathetically to their daughter's tennis instructor- his hands itching to close around your waist.
You, young and bleary eyed looking utterly caught. Staring up at her like she might decide your fate.
It took all your strength to find your words.
"Iâm not here to teach tennis, am I?â
âNo, of course not. Youâre frankly terrible at tennis.â
There's the Tashi you were expecting.
Her words should've stung, but they didn't. They couldn't, not when her husband was laying his hands against your back and rubbing soothing circles down the length of your spine.
Not when his lips were mouthing wet kisses along your cheek.
Not when she was right. Spade's a spade.
"Why am I here?"
She snorted, a real dissatisfactory sound- like she hoped you were smarter than that. She was halfway to her bedroom before she cut you loose.
"Careful, he makes that sound before he cums."
-
And he had, just like she'd said.
Art had cum in his shorts, pressed up against your thigh with his face still smushed against your own.
And you'd taken it, obedience in spades.
You'd stood there and let him hump your leg like a bad dog and you'd even pat his head and whispered kind words in his ear after the mess he'd made.
Then you slipped out the front door to your car and you'd pretended not to notice that there were two bedroom lights on upstairs.
You hadn't even divulged the freaky details to your roommate when you got home.
But the showerhead knew all about them.
Visions of Art on the clouds of steam- replayed in your head the sounds he'd made right in your ear.
How he'd whimpered your name when he splashed his boxers like a fucking teenager.
It was no surprise you dreamt of him.
You even showed up next day, valiantly. You didn't run for the hills or even straight to a tabloid about how weird the Donaldson's really were.
And maybe that's why you hadn't told your roommate either.
Because telling someone what Tashi allowed? What Art liked?
That'd mean you'd have to admit your dirty little secret.
You loved it.
When you showed up, something was different. No usual chatter in the house, no shoes by the front door. You checked out the front window to see what you'd missed when you arrived.
Tashi's car was gone.
"She's taken her mom and Lily to the ballet."
At least you didn't scream this time.
You were lucky your back was to him, lest he see the self-righteous little smile that broke when the words settled.
"Oh, ok."
"I'll see you on the court."
Oh, ok.
Lest he see the disappointment that took over.
Following him close behind, you didn't know why you were effectively surprised that he still wanted to continue with your lessons. You'd half expected- hoped, he'd bend you over the kitchen island.
Tennis was fun too, you guess.
Thinking about it, something that bold didn't seem the style of the man who'd nearly blacked out rubbing up on you. Beckoning you onto the tennis court with two fingers and a wry smile did, however.
You fell into your usual position, hip turned and elbow curved on your side of the court. You waited for him to appear behind you, chest melding into the curve of your back.
It never came.
Art took long strides towards the net, vaulting it in one smooth motion. He ended up parallel to you, waiting with a ball and racquet in either hand.
The smile had left his face, a rather blank expression taking over as he sized you up. And there was that fear- knowing what it felt like to be on the wrong side of him.
This was going to hurt.
From the moment he pressed the ball to the neck of his racquet, it was all over. Your feet were never in one place for more than a second, your arms burned above you, your head permanently on a swivel.
Art didn't look like he'd broken more than a sweat.
You knew he had, you could see it in the neck of his shirt. But he didn't look it.
He looked calm, he looked in control, he looked-
Like he was enjoying himself.
For every rally that you managed, you thought you saw an inkling of pride set in his features.
For every serve that you missed, you knew you saw unbridled lust.
Not a point scored in your favour, you hit the ball towards him one last time before you collapsed to the turf. Flat on your back, reminiscent of your first lesson here.
You watched the clouds shift over your head, listening to your pulse thick and fast in your ears. Just underneath it, you could hear footfalls approaching.
No hurry, but impending.
Soon, the sun above you was eclipsed by Art Donaldson. His golden hair shone with the halo of light behind it.
Now this was God's favourite.
"You can't be giving up this easily?"
Forcing a laugh, you threw your arm up and over your eyes. "Wanna bet?"
Turns out he did- turns out Art struggled to do anything but win.
Somehow, you found it within yourself to stand back up. This time it was only a practice, you weren't brave enough to face off against him another round.
This was more your speed.
The hand that wasn't holding your elbow was curving around your front, the pleats of your tennis skirt lifting over his fingers. You felt a warm hand slowly moving across the front of your underwear.
Two fingers migrated south, pressing against the seam of you- he must've felt the pure heat radiating beneath his fingertips.
Turning your head even an inch, you found the curve of his nose pressing into your cheek.
"I didn't give up."
He hummed, the vibration rolled across your shoulders.
"Mmm, you didn't."
The hand sans-racquet dropped between your thighs to press his palm into your cunt. It was Art who flexed your fingers and cupped it.
"Where's my prize?"
There was no trophy, no podium, no medal.
But there was Art between your legs, slinging a knee over each shoulder like he might've been the real winner.
You'd never been inside the 'changing shed' behind the court, of course it was nicer than your actual home.
Your head made contact with the hard wood behind you, bench digging into your ass as you felt a hot mouth moving against the seat of your underwear.
Running your fingers through his hair, your gripped the ends of it- tugging him closer until you felt the flat of his tongue through the thin fabric.
Needy fingers tugged the ruined garment down your thighs, tucking him into the pocket of his shorts. You knew all too well that you'd never see them again.
You were sure Art would be seeing a lot of them.
His tongue ran up the split, one long stroke before you felt the curve of his nose press to your clit. The ridge of it moved as his tongue retreated back to your entrance.
With everything he had.
Your eyes had been rolling back in your head as you arched your back, the moment you were able to find a semblance of control- your gaze fell before you.
Naturally, Art was already looking up at you. Two hands splayed across each side of your hips as he pulled back to wrap his lips around your clit.
You couldn't help the hazy little smile on your face as you watched his eyes.
Utterly devotional.
The more you tugged on his hair, the hungrier he seemed. Pulling from the root seemed to spur him on, seemed to tell him 'good job' and he was responsive.
His tongue flicked beneath your clit, pressing it to his upper lip as he brought two fingers to your entrance. He stroked a couple times, making your hips twitch against him, before he sunk in to the last knuckle.
Turns out Art had a style about him. One he brought to the tennis court and, seemingly, to the floor of his changing shed.
The style was calculated.
Every move he made was engineered to get something out of you- a reaction, a whimper, a twitch. He was doing what he did best.
Playing a game.
Art struggled to do anything but win.
"Fuck- Mr. Donaldson."
"Art."
Even muffled against your cunt, you were good at following his orders. Even more so when he was the decider of your imminent orgasm.
You threaded your fingers in the sides of his hair, pulling his face flush against you so you could ride his mouth. Taking every last thing from him you could.
It drew the most pathetic moan you'd ever heard, straight out of his chest and hit you straight at your core. The burning coil tight within your stomach was unraveling quickly.
You heard the murmurings of words, among the blood rushing in your ears. Easing up just enough, you let him pull back to speak.
"Tell me this feels good, please."
Your chest thumped, the sight of Art helpless between your legs was one thing. Hearing him beg?
You might black out.
"Art- you feel so fucking good," Dragging him right back where you needed him, the tip of his tongue drove against your clit. "You're gonna' make me cum."
He whined.
A heady drawn-out sound that quite literally sent you over the edge. Your hips lifted off the bench, the heel of your foot digging into his back and making his whine turn into a whimper.
Your orgasm broke you apart until it felt like white-hot flame licking up your sides. Of course, Art never relented, drinking in everything you could give him- literally.
The moment you felt the peak begin to subside, the urge was ramping right back up. Like he knew what he was doing, his eyes locked back onto yours as he sucked at your clit.
He was going for gold.
A quick second orgasm hit, seemingly out of nowhere. Your thighs clenched around Art's head, his hands coming to each of them.
You relaxed yourself a bit, feeling like it might be too much- until you felt him pressing your thighs even harder to either of his ears.
Oh, ok.
Art Donaldson knew what he liked.
You physically had to push him off you, watching him fall back on his outstretched palms as you let yourself breathe for what felt like the first time.
Wet eyes, wet chin, chest rising and falling like he'd run a marathon- Art sat sprawled out before you like he'd stumbled upon an alter (he had).
Breathless, you gestured towards him. Your hand dropped a little as your eyes fell between his legs, wordlessly offering a deal.
A deuce.
His cheeks flushed, more so than they already were. His eyes fell an infinitesimal amount before he spoke up.
"Uh- I already have."
Of course he had. He makes that sound before he cums.
Instead, you heard him shuffle back onto his knees as he all but crawled towards you. He draped his upper half into your lap, head resting against the soft cotton of your skirt.
Coming off the other side of a high, the reality of your situation began to settle for you. Why they'd really called you here- what purpose you really served.
All you could do was gently stroke a hand across Art's head, feeling him go limp against you. Boneless, but not spineless.
He must've known you were going to speak, he must've heard the intake of breath or just felt you shift. He cut you to the chase- beat you to the punchline.
Art nuzzled his face further into your lap as you felt him mumble against your thigh.
"I can't lose- you."
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Brooklyn Baby - G.S.
Synopsis. Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesnât want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldnât give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rock star! AU, fwb-to-lovers, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), Suguru is sinfully sexy and in l*ve with you, Satoru is a menace, pet names (darling, my girl), Suguru has tattoos and piercings, swearing.
Word count. 3.2k (DAMN I got carried away)
A/N. Happy Valentineâs day! *throws somewhat-fluffy smut at you and leaves*Â
Art by @_3aem on X.
Also, wild west! AU longfic with someone dropping on Sunday night (EST), keep your eyes peeled yeehaw.
Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.
You did. Your fans did. Hell, youâve even caught your overworked band manager sneaking a few too many glances.Â
And, you conclude, the groupies currently batting their lashes at him definitely did.Â
You watch as they swarm to him during open rehearsal, giggling at his pretty smiles.Â
Whatever, part of the job anyway.
Itâs not like you two were dating. Yeah, a few fucks here and there throughout the years - but whatâs one to do when on the road and in such close proximity with a guy thatâs practically walking sex?Â
Trying not to scowl, you turn away from the commotion, continuing to tune the strings of your trusty Fender. Youâve had your fair share of die-hard fans, so lately why did it bother you so much when Suguru entertained their thinly-veiled advances?Â
âOhoho~ Quite a look on your face there, why donât you go and caress his biceps too?~â you hear idiot brigade member #1, Gojo Satoru, cackle from beside you.Â
If looks could kill, Satoru wouldâve been 6 feet under and rotting already. âI thought you stopped writing band fanfiction, Satoru.â you raise a brow.Â
âTHAT WAS ONE TIME.â he whines dramatically, clinging onto you and shaking you back and forth as if to knock the memory of his Wattpad tendencies out of you. âWHY ATTACK ME JUST CUZ YOUâRE JEALOUS? CâMOOON ADMIT IT.â
You were not jealous.Â
Suguru knew you were jealous.
Sneaking a glance, he had to fight the urge to coo at the adorable little furrow of your brows. How unprofessional would it be if he walked off mid-conversation to kiss that pout off your lips?
He knows itâs just sex for you. But - foolishly - every time he held you he could only hope that he ran through your mind as often as you did through his. It elated Suguru to know you were getting that worked up over him.Â
That is until, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Satoru draping himself all over you, whispering god-knows-what into your ears.Â
The rational part of Suguru knows Satoru is a very touchy person, but why was he soâŠclose? And why werenât you pushing him off?
Smile tightening into something a little more artificial, he turns to the girls fawning over him. âWell, ladies, Iâm sorry to say Iâve gotta go practice before Shoko yells at me again. Iâll see you all in the front row, yeah?â he lies smoothly, disappointed whines following him as he makes a beeline for your figure.
âWell! What have we here, Satoru, are you done tuning?â Suguru pops a head between yours and Satoruâs overly close ones, interrupting whatever conversation you were heatedly whispering. What was so important that you two needed to be that close to talk anyway?
He narrows his eyes at Satoruâs surprised ones, an invisible conversation taking place between them before Satoru cracks a smug grin. âAlright alright. Iâll go tune my guitar.â he rolls his eyes, heading for his electric blue Gibson.Â
Your confused gaze meets the twinkling eyes now boring down at you. âDone with the meet-n-greet already?â you question, eyes darting to the group now watching you two like hawks.
The smile on Suguruâs face grows, âYeah, remembered I didnât do my pre-concert rituals right.â
âOh?â
âWanna help me with it?â
He doesnât give you time to answer. Quickly setting down your guitar, he drags you out into the corridor - hand tightly in yours and pointedly ignoring Satoruâs wolf-whistles.Â
Hallway sex is overrated, Suguru believes - which is why he heads for the dressing room.Â
âPre-concert ritualsâ his ass, Suguru just thinks he might pass away if he doesnât get his hands on you right now. Make you feel like his.
Itâs not long before the door is locked and he has you bent over the vanity, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.Â
âS-Sugu! Why now? The concert- Hah-â You gasp in pleasure as two long fingers probe inside of you, ruthlessly searching for the spot that Suguru knows would have your toes curling and eyes watering deliciously.Â
âFuck the concert, darling. Barely even started and already so wet fâme.â he drawls out over your whimpers. âWanted you to come over yâknow? And save me from those groupies trying to get in my pants.âÂ
In your lust-hazed mind, you find the words to respond to him, âYou s-seemed to - hah - be enjoying that.â
âOf course not.â he leaves a trail of kisses down your back, âWasnât my favorite girl.â he whispers into your heated skin.
Heâs being rougher than usual, he knows. In the back of his mind he wonders what it was that he was so pissed at. But all thoughts of that are thrown out the window once he presses into that plushy spot inside your wet core, drawing a sinful whine from your mouth. There.
Pulling back to tease your folds with your own slick, he plunges into your swollen pussy once more, easily hitting that spot over and over.Â
âHngh- Suguru, more!â you grind your hips to meet his merciless rhythm, clenching around his fingers.Â
You feel as if youâre losing your sanity when he adds in another finger, walls burning as your cunt stretches around his thick rings.Â
Suguru was definitely losing his sanity.Â
Anyone could walk by. The concert was about to start any second now. But he couldnât give less of a fuck, too focused on how his fingers were being sucked back in every time he pulls out, your pretty pussy dripping all over his numerous bracelets.
He has to hold back a moan at the way your ass jiggled every time your hips buck to meet his fingers.Â
Leaning down over you, he hums lowly into your ear âSo desperate for me, hm?â. Pressing the erection straining against his trousers against you, he huffs out âIâm the same, darling. You drive me absolutely mad.â
He feels the way you squirm in impatience at the large outline of his dick, raising your ass in an attempt to get more friction. Eyes crinkling in satisfaction, he pushes down on his girlâs slutty hips, cold rings digging into the small of your waist.Â
âNow nowâŠnot yet.â he tuts mockingly.Â
âPlease, Suguru. Please let me cum.â
Increasing his pace, abusing your g-spot relentlessly, Suguru knew by your breathy moans of his name that you were getting close.Â
His hand moves from your waist, leaving behind purple marks to remember him by. They wander the expanse of your body - groping your curves, and pinching your nipples through your thin top - delighting in your mewls.
God, you were perfect. He really needed to take his time with you later.
Suguruâs hands, nail polish chipped and fingers calloused from years of playing, finally rest on your face. He pushes your cheeks together, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and forcing you to look at him through the vanity mirror in front of you. Your dazed eyes meet his darkened ones.Â
Suguru was so feral. The man that was usually the personification of grace and poise was falling apart at the seams. His eyes wild and grin spread devilishly as his fingers abuse your cunt never-endingly.
âLook at me when you cum.â he murmurs raspily into your neck, teeth ghosting over your rapid pulse.
You donât know what it is that sends you over the edge - maybe it was his lustful words, or the way his fingers quirked just right inside of you. All you know is youâre cumming all over Suguruâs fingers, hands clutching the vanity table and eyes locked with Suguruâs in the mirror, mouth dropping into a gasp.
âFuck! Suguru- Suguru!â you whimper.
Suguru watches in wonder as you ride out your orgasm, using him. He couldnât give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Let them see how beautifully you fall apart because of him.
Finally pulling out, Suguru inspects his fingers. âNow now. That wonât do.â he purrs.Â
His tongue erotically licks up your juices covering his rings, still holding eye contact with you through the mirror. He catches the way your thighs press together at his lewd act. âOh? Want some?â he teases.Â
Before you can retort, heâs bullying his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.Â
The way you moan around him sends blood rushing straight to his cock. Fuck, he has to steel himself from cumming in his pants right then and there - that wouldnât be very âsex iconâ of him.Â
You have no idea what you do to him.
Not willing to wait any longer, he leisurely takes a seat on the spacious vanity sofa. You whine at the loss of contact before catching the predatory look in his eyes. Suguru was going to eat you alive.Â
âCome on, darling. Show me how badly you want me.â he grins, legs spreading and prominent bulge on display.Â
You take a second to admire the view. Tousled black hair falling enticingly along Suguruâs muscled shoulders, tattooed dragon peeking through where his shirt was messed up. His eyes lustful, and locked on you.Â
He was devastatingly handsome. Your mouth waters at the chance to get what so many people would kill for.
Suguru chuckles as you struggle to unbuckle his belt - did rock stars have to always wear such complicated trousers?Â
Finally, you pull them down along with his boxers to expose his creamy thighs. Suguruâs throbbing erection lays on his abs, flushed a delicate pale pink.
Your pussy quivers with excitement as you press wet kisses to Suguruâs leaking head, precum dripping down his length to where youâd gently grasped him. A strangled hiss leaves his mouth as you swirl your tongue around the slit. You find yourself lost in his heady taste - he tastes so good.
âHaving fun, darling? Câmon now, use me the way you want.â he murmurs, need laced into his voice.
Youâve never gotten used to how big Suguru is. Soft groans leave his mouth as you flatten your tongue and take him in inch by inch, eyes locked with his blown-out ones.
Suguruâs back arches as the heat of your mouth envelops him, hands bunching your hair into a messy ponytail. His pornographic groans echo across the dressing room as you suck on his cock, tongue swirling in just the way you knew he liked.
He canât even catch his breath with the way you bob your head so heavenly, sucking the soul out of him. It drives him wild to think about how heâs got his lead guitarist on her knees, choking on his cock as your fans wait outside.Â
Suguruâs eyes roll to the back of his head as you pop off his cock to take his heavy balls into your mouth, moaning around them as you suck on both erotically.
Shit, he was really feeling it today.Â
Through the bangs now sticking to his forehead, he makes out the way your thighs grind against each other for relief.Â
You were, too.
If this keeps up he really will lose his sanity.
âAs much as Iâd love to paint your pretty face with my cum, I think we both prefer it inside, no?â he grits out, cock twitching at the strings of spit and precum connecting you to him as he pulls you off.Â
âNeed you inside me so badly.â you nod, brain foggy and filled with only Suguru.
Heâs quick to lift you into his lap, resting your ass against his pulsing cock, sly grin spreading at the way youâre already so fucked out.Â
Suguru feels like he could cum just from the sensation of your juices smearing all over his length, pussy dripping and aching for his throbbing cock.Â
âOh yeah? How bad?â he purrs, eyes half-lidded and already knowing the answer.
âPlease. I want you to fuck me so badly, Suguru.âÂ
âBadly enough that youâd fuck me out there - where everyone is? Show âem who I belong to?â
âYes.âÂ
At your whimper, Suguru thrusts fully inside you, a moan of relief leaving you both as you finally get what youâve been craving for.Â
âShit, so tight. Always so good for me, darling.â
Once you start, itâs hard to stop, Suguru finds.Â
It happened when he first fucked you in high school - in his car after your first show, running on adrenaline and teenage hormones. And, years later, itâs happening now as he sheathes himself in your wet cunt.Â
He just canât get enough.
He fucks you animalistically, cock ramming in and out of your hole in a way that makes it feel like youâre missing something without him. Nothing in the world other than your two connected bodies. He feels you clamping down on him deliciously, ego growing at you struggling to accommodate his size.Â
âF-fuck, darling. Hah- Itâs sâtight. Take it like my good girl.â
âHngh- Suguru, faster!â you groan, fingers delicately playing with the nipple piercings peeking out of his barely-buttoned shirt, euphoric at his drawn-out moans.Â
Unlike Satoru - who takes off his shirt every chance he gets onstage - Suguru was one to shy away from showing skin, slutty piercings and tattoos hidden to the world. It just makes it all the more satisfying as you lick a long stripe along the dragon on his shoulder.Â
Feels like your little secret. You wanted to be the only one to see this ethereal sight.
âAh- So good, darling.â Suguru leans back, allowing you more room to play with him as you please. Cock twitching - so close - as you bore into his eyes, sucking his flashy piercings.Â
He ramps up his pace, bouncing you on his cock in a way that was carnal. It was so feral, the way his balls sting as they smack your ass, a ring of spit and precum forming around his base.Â
His cock aches for release, but he wants to see you cum first. His pretty girl, cumming all over his throbbing cock.
You pull yourself off his swollen nipples and attach your mouth with his, tongues swirling sensually as he kisses you like he needed you to breathe.Â
Heâs almost as unforgiving with his mouth as he is with his cock. Almost.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
âYOOO I donât know if âpre-concert ritualsâ was a code-word for something else but weâre on in twenty minutes.â the unmistakable voice of Suguruâs best friend - and occasional bane-of-his-existence - made you two jump apart.Â
âThe ultimate cockblock.â Suguru sighs out - his pace, however, does not slow down. Each harsh thrust makes it difficult to muffle your yelps of pleasure from Satoru, who was still calling for you two from outside.
Noticing your predicament, Suguru grins dangerously. âOh? My poor girl finds it hard to stop her moans? Aww, better try harder unless you want dear Satoru finding out.â he mocks in your ear.Â
Both humiliated and turned on by his words, your dripping pussy clenches around his cock. He lets out a choked-up groan, biting hard into the crook of your neck to stop it.
A satisfied smile spreads across your face, âWho should try harder now, Suguru?â
Ah, perfect. You were perfect, perfect for him.
As Satoruâs yells about âcutting a chunk out of Suguruâs payâ disappear across the hallway, both of you let out exhales of relief.
âDangerous game you played there, mister.â you raise a brow, teasingly.
He chuckles out, before pulling you to him closer by the waist. Lips ghosting over your own, he whispers âOnly with you, my darling.âÂ
Slightly more clear-headed but still dripping with lust, you meet the bounce of Suguruâs hips with your own. Eyes still locked with yours, he stuffs you with every inch - tip kissing your cervix so painfully good.Â
The steady slapping of skin and synchronized moans fill the room, blocking out the cheering of the audience awaiting your band.Â
Yet, the air crackled with something different this time. For the first time, it didnât just feel like just mindless fucking.
Bite mark on your neck stinging, you could feel Sugurus heartbeat thundering under your touch - synchronized with your own.
In this moment it felt like just you two in this world.Â
You wanted to be the only one in his world. Not his fangirls, not some manager, not anyone else.Â
Maybe that was the reason for your courage, feeling like everything has finally come to a boiling point.Â
âS-Suguru.â you breathe out as you feel yourself getting closer.Â
âMhm?â brows furrowed, he looks up at you with a tenderness in his eyes that does not translate to the merciless cadence of his hips.Â
âBe mine.â
And thatâs all Suguru ever wanted.Â
With a final hard thrust of his cock, he pulls you into a searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. He cums in hot spurts, thick ropes of seed filling your quivering cunt. It was feral - and it made you feel like his.Â
Suguruâs seed drips down the side of his length, forming a white ring at his base as he fucks it deeper into you, letting you ride out your highs together.
As your climaxes bate, he buries his face in your neck, kissing softly over the mark from before. âTo be yours is everything I could ever want, darling.â he breathes out, hugging you closer as if to hide this vulnerable moment. But you feel the heat of his cheeks on your skin.
Embracing him, you gather his beautiful black locks in your hand, fingers deftly taking the hair tie around your wrist to tie his long hair into a messy ponytail.Â
Pulling back, you admire Suguruâs angelic features. Face flushed, lips swollen, and dark eyes half-lidded as he stares up at you in surprise.
âWanted to see your pretty face.â you huff out a low laugh.
The expression on Suguruâs face is indescribable, such pure adoration in his eyes.Â
Voice low, he murmurs words meant only for you, âIâŠIâm in lov-âÂ
âHEYYY Iâm serious, stop doing the devilâs tango and GET THE FUCK OUT.â Satoruâs voice bellows once again through the door, shattering the little bubble you and Suguru had found refuge in.
âAh- um-â
âYou-â
Both of you stammer out at once, chuckling at how shy you were acting with one another even after all that had transpired in this room.
âWe should probably go, before Satoru and Shoko pop a blood vessel.â Suguru jokes. You laugh out in agreement as he carries you tenderly to the washroom, his interrupted words weighing heavily on both your minds. Itâs okay, you have time.Â
Rapidly cleaned up and dressed, Suguru stops, a hand on the dressing room doorknob. ââHey..â he starts almost-hesitantly, âAfter the concert, would you maybe want to-â
âYes.â you interrupt, excitement lacing your voice.Â
Chuckling in pure euphoria as you both exit, your smiles turn more sheepish as youâre faced with a bored-looking Shoko and an impatient Satoru tapping his foot. âYou horny lilâ fuckers almost missed the show, think of my poor fans~â he exclaims, though the glee in his eyes at your intertwined hands was very evident.
âHope the sex was good at least.â Shoko drones out, eyes flitting over your guilty flushed faces.Â
âOh yeah, and Suguru - next time you dump your fangirls on me, I chop your balls off.â she chirps out, pointing her drumsticks threateningly at his neck as you all head back.
Blinding lights.Â
Deafening screams.
Hair pulled into a messy ponytail, he was fatally beautiful onstage.
Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.Â
But he only wanted to fuck you.
A/N. MMMMM long-haired men.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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KENJI SATO â° 10:43
âWorking overtime really doesnât suit you, Sato.â The teasing sentence made Kenji grunt in disapproval, slumping against his couch.
âWow, I didnât notice. Thank you for that valuable input, [Name],â he says, rolling his eyes at you.Â
He canât help the sarcastic reply. Kenjiâs schedule was all over the place. His life has been all over the place ever since his return to his home country, Japan. And now he not only has to take care of himselfâwhich, in his defense, was fairly simple when he just had to worry about himselfâhe has to worry about an infant Kaiju!
What a wonderful (not) icing on the cake.
âKen is really appreciative that you made time to fulfill his request, or, shall I say, cry for help, [Name].â Minaâs familiar voice flurried from a distance, closing in to your right in a breeze.Â
âHey! It was not a cry for helpâitâs more like a... Asking a friend for a favor,â Kenji says, trying to ease his brain with whatâs coming out of his mouth (like it was on autopilot, scrambling to defend himself and the pride he had left).
âUh huh. And the favor is? I donât really think thereâs anything I could do to her containment unit or any repairs thatâre needed in this place.â
âI just need someone to watch over her.â
(âI just need someone to talk toâ is a much fitting phrase.)
âDoesnât Mina already do that?â
âThereâs only so much a supercomputer like me can do to entertain a living being, [Name].â
On cue, Emi croons at the video of you singing on stage. A part time career of yours, because when youâre not developing new tech that boosts the economy, you might as well indulge in your hobbies.Â
Kenji wouldnât admit it, but he has a vinyl or twoâor even a whole collection of themâthat he considers as priceless as his one-of-a-kind sports car displayed in the basement.
âWould you look at that? She likes your singing.âÂ
He watches as you take a step closer to Emi, observing how she delightedly squealed at the soft melody being played on the holograms. This 20-foot-tall baby Kaiju reminded you of the time you took care of children at the daycare center.
âI just...â he sighs. You didnât even notice that Kenji was already beside you, offering you a canned drink.Â
âHow do you do it? Juggle everything?â He murmurs. âYouâre the busiest person I know. Working on your thesis, performing at various concerts, taking on charity work, and whatnot. Hell, if you could run for president, Iâm sure Iâll be seeing you in the elections, too.â
A quiet laugh was returned. âItâs not easy, thatâs for sure. But within time, youâll learn just what you need and what you can handle.â
âMm. Donât you ever just want to run away from all the responsibilities people place on your shoulders? I can barely take care of this young lady,â he chuckles, though it doesnât hold even the slightest ounce of humor to it.
âI wish, but then Iâll remember the kids who're so happy to see me whenever I drop by,â you say. âThey may be a handful at times, but youâll be surprised to know just how smart and caring they are. How they take in their surroundings and attempt to figure out who they are. Weâre all what they have. The least we could do is give them our time and love all the same.â
Kenji lets your words sink in. Simple and touching. The kind that gets the gears in his head to start twisting.
âYou really are a charm with your words; did you know that?â Â
âThanks; I try my best.â
The night continues with Kenji and Emi playing baseball on a simulated field with you by the shed, cheering on from a safe distance. Kenji doesnât remember the last time heâs been this genuinely happy after his return to Japan. Itâs a refreshing feeling that he wants to get used to again. To see the baby Kaiju successfully hit the ball with a swift swing after watching after him is a sight that tugs at oneâs heartstrings.
Just like a proud father.
âCome on, girl! We gotta run the bases!â
And as the two celebrate their moment of triumph, the baby Kaiju stomps toward you and giggles happily as she hoists you in the air without much warning. You took it all in you not to shriek and absolutely lose all composure, but when youâre up in the air and are being held to a bear hug like some sort of teddy bear by a Kaiju that could probably crush your bones if not careful, itâs hard to not just scream for your life.
âOh, okâok. Baby, put me down gently, please,â you chuckle nervously.Â
âIt appears that the little one sees you as her other mother,â Mina adds.
Kenji laughs at the sight, pulling out his phone to take a picture. This is definitely a memory heâd want to remember.
âThis is not funny, Kenji. Tell her to put me down.â
âAw, is Baby not listening to her Mommy?â
âAgain, not funny. This is like an out-of-the-blue co-parenting a child with you. With you being my annoying ex-husband.â
âSpecific, eh?â
âShut!â
When youâre just about to leave for the night, Kenji suggests that you sleep over. Thereâs a lot of spare bedrooms in their manor, he reasons. He also doesnât understand what came over him to offer, but he doesnât take it back.
But it could be because heâs missed you. And heâs somewhat afraid that this may be the last time you see each other in a while due to your clashing schedules.
âYouâre such a girl dad, Kenji,â you tease.
âHaha, good one,â he says, rolling his eyes at you. He took a couple of blankets from the closet and placed them on the bed.
âJust saying.â
âWhatever you say, Mommy.â
âOh hush, Daddy.â
That ringed out a laugh from him. âBleh, that sounds so embarrassing coming from you.â
You shrugged. âHm? Donât you think youâre embarrassing too?â
âIâm not.â
âAre too.â
âAm not.â
âAre too. I will not be going back and forth like this with you anymore, Kenji Sato. Good night!â
Kenji canât hide the smile that appears on his face. Yeah, he definitely missed this.Â
Definitely missed you.
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It's so sad that I have some stories I don't talk abt on here because I wanna keep them in the "I might do smth with them" vault. Y'all would love Barry B. Barry, rip
#rat rambles#oc posting#idk I might let him and the others from his story out of the vault if I ever draw them all enough#barry is great tho hes a bartender who has never prepared alcohol in his life he just think bartenders are sexy#he gets away with it by abusing the fact that no one has any ids or anything due to the nature of how they all got there#just him going id? and the main character groaning for five minutes straight realizing this guy will never budge#the main character does have a name I just cant remember it rn#shes cool too shes like if a cafeteria lady got thrown down a flight of stairs through a hot topic and like 5 abusive relationships#shes also fighting with the fact that everyone in this god forsaken town think shes 14 when shes almost the oldest one here#shed not that old shes like 37 but still old enough to feel old next to all of these babies#barry is like 23 and also her bestie/baby brother figure#idk I might try drawing them for yall but I wont be posting too much abt the actual story for now I think#not that I post that much abt most of my stories these days but yknow
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Propaganda
Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)âMy friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?
Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)âLook. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?
This is the final poll of the Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
THIS POLL LASTS FOR 24 HOURS.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Eartha Kitt:
"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."
"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."
"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! Sheâs an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her âthe most exciting woman in the world.â
"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."
"Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist."
Hedy Lamarr:
"The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!"
"Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)"
"Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous."
"One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more."
"Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part."
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In some other news the cupboard under the stairs keeps spontaneously opening and I know itâs just because of draughts and old wood that doesnât settle right and etc etc, but itâs disconcerting
#the cupboard under the stairs has an opening maybe 2ft by 2ft and the space inside is not particularly big#i (6â1 and 200lbs or so) could cram myself in it if i really felt like it but it wouldnât exactly be comfortable#especially as itâs full of shoes#shoes and bags we donât wear/use day to day. and probably so many spiders#so i know thereâs not like a grown man in it or anything but itâs still weird#every time i hear it and iâm like âwhomst??â#i remember one time it opened and really spooked the post lady out. i was at the front door accepting a delivery#and the cupboard opened right behind me and i nonchalantly slammed it shut with my foot and she was like âuhhh what was that?â#i was like âoh ignore it. the lock doesnât work and the door swings open whenever thereâs any air into the houseâ#she just kind of laughed nervously and proceeded quickly to the next house#i realised after i didnât clarify that thereâs nobody living in the cupboard or anything. thereâs nobody living in the cupboard!!!#just frederica the house spider and her spawn. i named her fred before i realised she had to be female to have that many babies#personal
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Daddy Can Fix It
handyman!Joel Miller x fem!plus size!Reader
Word count: 5.4K
Summary: All the housewives in your neighborhood rave about the local handyman. And with very good reason.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Reader is plus-size, wears dress and lingerie, has hair and body hair, and manicure. Reader's age not mentioned so there is only as much or as little of an age gap as you'd like. TW - fat shaming, food shaming, infidelity (by reader, and it's technically warranted) Pet names (daddy for Joel; sugar, darlin', baby, sweetheart for reader). Housewife/trad-wife vibes. Totally a bored housewife fantasy. Mention of female masturbation. Breast/nipple play, oral (f & m receiving). Fingering. Body worship. Pussy pronouns. Unprotected piv (Joel is snipped, but still.. this is fiction). Light spanking. Rough sex. Creampie. Joel's kind of a big ol' slut for the lonely housewives but is also really useful around the house, so you're definitely getting a good deal đ ïž
Author's note: it's been a hot minute since I've written a one-shot for Joel but it was impossible to resist. It all started because of this pic:
so yeah, Pinterest strikes again. How could I not write a Joel fic based on this? I hope y'all enjoy đ
JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST
"He can come clean my pipes anytime."
Raucous laughter erupts from the group of ladies huddled near the cupcakes at the latest book club meeting. You listen from the other side of the room where one of the older members is asking you to help her with her Kindle. "I never know how to keep up with all this fancy technology," Marion huffs, adjusting her bifocals.
You're trying to be patient with her, but the conversation across the room is far more intriguing. "It just needs to be charged. Your battery is low," you say three times before Marion can even hear you.
When you've managed to extricate yourself from her, you go up to the ladies and, with a friendly smile, join in. "I couldn't help overhearing."
Some of the women exchange glances, as if deciding to let you in on their convo or not. "Becky's just showing us that she got her kitchen cabinets redone," someone finally pipes up.
"That's not all she got," another starts to crack up.
You look at Becky's phone screen. The before and after shots of her cabinets are nothing short of miraculous. "That's great, Becky! I know you've been asking Gerald for a renovation for awhile," you tell her, hoping she'll be pleased you remember the plight she droned on about for weeks.
"It is great," she says, eyeing you with something like suspicion. "I have a very good handyman."
"He does everything," a nicer girl, Isabelle, chimes in.
"Boy does he," another mutters, hiding her smirk behind her cup of lemonade while the others giggle behind their hands.
Amirah adds, "He varnished my dining room table, power washed my driveway, helped organize my garage," she counts on her fingers. "He's good for little things around the house, and his prices are decent."
"It's like he's just giving it away," Becky says with a smirk and this gets the group laughing again.
"Maybe you can give me his information later," you say politely. "I have a laundry list of things that I need help with now that Wesley's working so much overtime."
The women eye one another, and it's Amirah, the leader of the group, who gives the definite nod. "Of course, sweetie. After the meeting."
"Great!" Smiling, you try to make your way through the group, saliva pooling in your mouth at the tower of red velvet cupcakes on the table spread. You reach for a couple more.
"You've already had three," Becky reminds you, casting a not-so-subtle glance at your body. Her voice sweet as honey but her words carry poison. You know you're not as thin or as glamorous as the other women in this room. You dress the same as them, wear your hair perfectly coiffed and your nails are always manicured, but just because you're not a size zero they deem you unworthy to truly be one of them.
You hold your head high with what little courage you have in the face of Becky's bitchiness, your sinful little cupcake in your hand. "I actually had three. And right now I'm about to make it five," you say sweetly, licking a swipe of cream cheese icing before putting two cupcakes on a china plate and going back to your seat.
That night, Wesley doesn't ask about your book club. He doesn't ask how your day was. He doesn't do much except pour himself a drink when he gets home and sit in front of the TV to watch the news.
You're dressed for bed, a modest robe over a red silk babydoll chemise, a purchase you'd made on a whim in the hopes that you could spice up your sex life with him which, truth be told, has never been more than lukewarm from the start.
"Do you think we should.. go to bed?" you suggest, a naughty tone to your whisper.
"It's early," he grunts, barely giving you a glance.
"I just thought we could spend some time together.." you brush your hand across his knee but he impatiently swipes it away.
"Please, darling, it's a weeknight," he looks at you as if you'd just suggested a threesome with him and the milk man. As he leaves the room he looks back at you, but the hope that rises in your chest is soon shattered when he shakes his head upon seeing your lingerie. "Red is for streetwalkers," he tells you before he goes into his study.
Daddy Can Fix It
You run your finger over the business card Amirah gave you, with all the handy man's information. The card shows his white company van with the logo emblazoned on the side: Joel Miller, Handyman At Your Service so it says in black lettering. There's a phone number and a website as well.
You dial the number, expecting to hear a secretary's voice, but you're greeted with a rich, baritone "Good mornin', thanks for callin' Daddy, what can I fix for ya today?"
Jesus, the voice alone is enough to get you flustered. And Daddy? You weren't expecting that. "Um, hi, I got your number through a friend and I'd like to see if you're available to come mow the lawn today." You peek out your curtains, seeing how the grass has grown taller than you'd like since the last time Wesley has cared enough to cut it.
"You got a lawn mower, sugar?"
"Yes, I do, um.. daddy.."
You hear him chuckle on the other end of the line. "You can call me Joel."
"Joel. Yes, I do. Is there anything else you'll need?" New to the housewife lifestyle, you're still unsure of how to make such appointments. Before you met and married Wesley, you just mowed the lawn yourself, but your husband refuses to hear of his good and proper wife performing a menial act.
"Got any bushes that need trimmin'?"
You aren't sure why that particular sentence makes you feel the blood rush to your face. "I typically keep up with it on my own, when I'm tending to my garden."
Joel gives a small chuckle and it warms your insides. "That ain't no problem. Today around eleven good for ya?"
"Eleven sounds perfect."
"Pricing'll be about fifty, but we can come to an agreement once the job is done."
"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you." You give him your name and address, hanging up with a sense of accomplishment.
His van appears in your driveway just a minute before eleven. You're impressed with his timeliness. What you don't expect is the gorgeous stranger on your doorstep.
Joel Miller is tall, broad-shouldered, skin bronze from working out in the sun, and his dark brown hair is greying handsomely. If you had to guess his age you'd say fifties. He's in a grey tee shirt and work jeans. What stand out to you the most are his eyes: almost black in color, appraising you as you wait in the doorway, prim and proper housewife, lips parted, eyes wide.
He asks for you by name and you nod, chuckling slightly.
"If you can show me where the lawn mower is I'd be happy to get started," he offers, and the voice you recognize from the phone makes you melt.
You lead him outside to the garage and he takes out the mower, filling it up with some gasoline first. "Is there anything else you need?" you ask politely.
"No ma'am," he looks over his shoulder at you as he pushes the machine to the front yard. "Get inside and get outta this sun. I'll handle it from here," he smiles and it makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl.
From inside you watch him through the window, deftly maneuvering the lawn mower over, trimming the grass to a neat, short length. It's not yet the hottest hour of the day, but you see him sweating, and when he stops a moment to remove his shirt, you suddenly feel your pulse in the deepest part of your cunt. You wonder what it would be like to lick up every drop of sweat off his chest.
Like a slow motion scene from a movie, you watch the motion of his arms, the rippling of his back as he guides the machine over the lawn. Biting your lip you take in the sight of him, the determination on his face redirecting your thoughts to how he would look above you: hot, sweaty, hard, plunging into your drenched pussy.
How long has it been since you've had a man? Wesley prefers his Saturday nights like clockwork. But you want more. Stupidly thinking marriage was the best way to be treated right and fucked properly, you realized it was not the title but the man, and the particular man you chose was lacking in all area which mattered.
You aren't even sure you love him anymore.
But right now, watching Joel is a treat, and fantasizing about him is a little secret you'll harbor for later in the day when you'll inevitably find yourself using the showerhead attachment.
He finishes the front and back yards, and through the blinds you peep him putting his shirt back on, running a hand through his wavy curls before putting the mower away and coming to your door.
You answer it before he knocks. "Thank you!" is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. "Please come in and we can settle payment."
He cleans the bottoms of his boots on the welcome mat before stepping inside your home and following you to the kitchen. "You have a very nice home, ma'am."
"You're too kind," you're modest about his compliment, but it's thrilling to have someone say something nice about the hard work you put into keeping house. "Would you care for some iced tea? I've just made it fresh."
"I won't say no to that," he chuckles lightly, and you're happy to fill a glass with some of the fresh-brewed tea over ice.
Joel leans back against the sink, pouty pink lips pressed to the glass as he tips it back, opening just enough to take a sweet sip. You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, and you wish you could lick a stripe up along his the length of his delicious-looking neck to collect all the sweat that's beaded there.
"Is there anythin' else you need help with today?" he asks, his question carrying a hint of something more.
You blank for a moment, getting lost in the depth of his obsidian eyes, still caught up in your little fantasy. "No.. no, I don't think so." Taking a look around your eyes dart to every corner, taking mental stock of the upstairs rooms as well. "No," you finalize with a smile.
"If you're sure.." he says in that same low tone.
You give him fifty dollars and chat a little while he finishes his drink.
"If there's nothin' else I'll get goin'. Feel free to call me again if you need somethin' done, or looked at. Ain't nothin' I can't fix," he winks at you on your doorstep and you feel a waterfall in your panties.
Isabelle calls later in the day. "So? You had Joel over today, right? How'd it go?"
Dinner is in the oven and there's about an hour before your husband gets home. Phone on speaker, you start peeling potatoes. "It was fine. He did a great job. I'm sure I'll use him again."
Over the line you hear Isabelle sigh. "Isn't his dick beautiful? I swear, just thinking about it gets me so wet!"
You nearly slice a finger off, shocked by her words. Even though you're alone in the house, you pick up the phone and take it off speaker. "What are you talking about?"
"I think it's at least eight inches, and the way it curves at the end," Isabelle sounds like she's moaning.
"Okay, I'm lost. I hired the handyman that you and the others referred. That's who came over today."
"Exactly, dear! Did he fuck you? You don't have to give details of course."
Your brain is put on pause as only silence fills your throat.
"Oh dear," Isabelle continues. "You didn't know?"
"Know what?"
She sighs, possibly settling herself on her chaise longue out by her pool she's so proud of. "Joel Miller is a handyman, yes. But we also pay him a little extra for other services."
"Oh." You sink onto the living room settee, the closest thing to you.
"Mm-hmm. Mind you, it's not an all-the-time thing. But we've all had him. It's just something fun. You get some help around the house with your honey-do list, and then a good fucking after. Or whatever pleases you."
"And you.. you've.. slept with him?"
"I wouldn't call it sleeping, honey, but yeah I've been with him. It's all for fun. Nobody really takes it seriously."
"And everyone else at the book club?"
"Pretty much. Do you really think any of our husbands could compare to that god of a man Joel Miller?"
No, no you doubt any man could hold up to the stud who'd just helped you with the lawn.
He's on your mind constantly, but as tightly as Wesley keeps his wallet to himself, you can't validate having Joel's help every day. You make the choice to wait until the following week.
And what a long wait it is. Jealously you wonder whose house he's going to. Jackie down the street? Bitchy Becky with her face like a rat, no tits and no ass?
You consider calling Isabelle to beg for the details (which she'll probably give you without a fuss anyway). But a sordid part of you wants to find out for yourself. You already know he's well-endowed. He's at least twice as big as Wesley, who wouldn't know what to do with a big cock if he was blessed with one overnight.
A week to the day since he made his last visit, Joel comes back to replace the batteries in your smoke alarms. It's a job you've done yourself, perching on a stepladder, but it'll be more fun to have Daddy fix it.
The phone call to schedule him was practically foreplay. That smooth-as-chocolate voice had your panties drenched. When he's finally here, inside your home, inside your needy little cunt.
Your eyes rove over his form as he uses your stepladder, only needing the first rung. It doesn't stop you from staying right there with him, holding it steady on the other side. You hear his little grunts as he gets to work, watch his thick, strong fingers handle the batteries with a delicacy you can imagine he uses in other things.
Licking your lips, you realize you're face-to-face with the faded blue denim crotch of his jeans, those Levis hugging him tight in all the right places.
"I'm 'bout done here," he says, putting the smoke detector back in its place. "Anythin' else you need help with, lil' darlin'?"
Your hand presses to the bulge in his jeans, and you're delighted when you feel him twitch in response. "As a matter of fact, I do need your help with something else.."
"That right?" he murmurs, pressing your hand against him, letting you feel him grow hard under his palm. "Been waitin' to see if you'd ask.."
He steps down, keeps his dark eyes on you. "Pretty lil' thing like yourself don't get enough attention, huh?" he whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheek.
Softly you sigh, unashamed at how needy you've been for a simple touch. "No.. but I'd like you to help with that."
"That's what I'm here for, darlin'," he smiles, his thumb tracing your soft plump lips. "What do you want me to do, baby?"
"Everything," you answer quickly. "I'm not.. really sure what the usual is.."
His smile is kind as his hand traces down your neck, leaving goosebumps to rise on your skin. "You want me to fuck ya, give ya somethin' nobody else is doin'.. that it?" He places your hand back on his bulge and you respond by rubbing him, your own cunt pulsing around nothing in excited expectation.
"Yes.. I need to get fucked," you agree emphatically, pulling him into your bedroom.
Now he's here, in your room, and you think you're dreaming. He's letting you take the lead, completely at your service. All the women in your book club were probably more open with their desires, knowing immediately what they wanted and how to get it. All the fantasies about Joel you've created and harbored in the deepest part of your heart are now as impalpable as gossamer.
"You tell me what you want, honey," he drawls in that molasses-rich voice of his. His hands gently trace your waist, smoothing down your dress as he moves towards your curvaceous hips. "God damn, I bet you look fuckin' gorgeous outta this dress. Wanna show me?"
Biting your lip, you nod, tugging off your apron and dropping it to the floor. Not gonna be a damn housewife while he's with me..
A tiny smirk on your face, you gently push Joel back onto your bed, and he rights himself with an equally mischievous smile as he watches you. He palms his hard cock through his jeans as you do a little striptease, tantalizing him as you slip your prim flower-print dress off your shoulders.
"There we go, baby," he growls as the dress falls down to your hips, your scarlet satin bra revealed, your breasts practically spilling over the cups, making Joel's mouth water. You turn around for his help in unzipping the bottom part of your dress, finally feeling free as it falls away, pooling at your feet.
Joel lets out a wolf whistle as he takes in the sight of you in your ruby undergarments, the same you'd tried to seduce your husband in. Now they're finally being put to good use. "Red's your color, gorgeous," he mutters, his hands on your hips, mapping out your generous curves and the soft rolls of your belly.
You've almost forgotten what it was like, this power to entrance a man and make him see you as the only woman in the world. Marriage to an uncaring and unfeeling idiot had left you cut off from your sexuality. Now you're reclaiming it.
Joel's hands travel back up to your waist, fingers deftly unclasping your bra. He unwraps you like you're the goddamn Christmas gift he's been begging for for months. His tongue wets his lips as your plump breasts are revealed. With one hand on your lower back, the other palms your tit with a rough hand. Your nipple rises to his touch and he dips down to swirl his tongue around it, gently coaxing it further with his teeth. Your head falls back as the sensation zings straight to your cunt. "Fuck, Joel.."
He smiles against the softness of your skin. "Sensitive here, huh? Bet these ain't been properly played with in awhile. Gonna change that right now." And with that he gives another hard suck, his dick already leaking when he hears your needy moan. He treats the other breast with the same attention. You take one of his hands and lead it to the drenched front side of your panties, but he stops you.
"Not yet, baby. Want you to see yourself before I fuckin' ruin ya."
You lay on your side on the bed as you watch Joel undress. It's a sight you won't soon forget: skin tan from working outdoors, with a smattering of chest hair that's also showing some grey, chiseled arms, and a happy trail that leads from his navel to the front of his boxers, which are tented. He wears a little smirk as he pulls them off and your reaction is priceless.
Joel is fucking hung.
You've taken big cocks before, but his is formed of pure fantasy, like a dildo from your favorite sex shop. Isabelle wasn't exaggerating about his size. And his cock is so beautiful you want to cry. Watching as he gives it a couple strokes, all eight thick uncut inches, the rosy pink tip glistens with precum, the veins and ridges prominent. Even the curve Isabelle mentioned is sexy, bound to hit all the right places inside you. His balls, rounded and heavy, move with his motions.
Thank God I did my yoga this week.
You beckon him to you, pulling the boxers away completely and dipping your head to taste him. Your tongue laves across the salty slit of his tip, and you relish the hitch of his breath. He's not here for you to please him, but it gets you wet wrapping your lips around his cock, suctioning your mouth and stroking upward from his base. When you start to massage his balls he stops you. "Don't wanna shoot too soon, baby," he says breathlessly.
He pulls you up off the bed and into a kiss, his hands playing along the edges of your panties as his tongue tastes yours. His cock, still wet from your mouth, nudges against your soft belly. "You deserve to feel good," he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his tongue tracing the outline. At last he pulls your panties down, a rumble in his throat when he sees the sweet glaze between your thighs, glistening in your triangle of hair.
"Sit on my lap, baby. With your back to me," he orders in a soft growl.
His flesh is warm beneath yours, and god it feels good just to be touched again, to feel desired by someone. You haven't known it in so long. He sits back against the headboard, moving the pillows on either side. His arm instinctively wraps around your waist as he leaves soft, feathery kisses across your shoulder.
"So soft," he murmurs. "C'mon, baby, look at yourself," he nods to the mirror in front of you.
When you catch your reflection you're exhilarated at the sight: you, naked, with Joel behind you, kissing your neck, fondling your tits, thumb brushing over them and lightly pinching them to hardened peaks. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he whispers, getting started by brushing his hand from your knee to your petal-soft inner thigh.
It's lascivious, watching all this unfurl before you in the mirror. You're spread open, on full display. Your pussy is gushing over with need, and you trace your folds with your fingers.
Behind you, Joel's cock twitches, and he rubs himself lightly against your back. "Lemme do that.." he whispers, gently pulling your hand away, bringing your fingers to his mouth and sucking your juice off them. "So sweet," he murmurs, and your belly is hot with lust.
His touch is soft and careful at first, exploring you and figuring out what you like, what you need. It feels like he's memorizing every inch of you. His thick fingers glide over your lips, circling, teasing you so you'll beg him for more.
"Joel," you whine, lifting yourself to him, trying to get his hand to position itself where you need it most. But he evades you, a dark chuckle emanating from deep in his throat. "You're payin' me to do a job and I wanna do it right. Not fair to rush me."
Your eyes close in frustration. "Joel, please.."
"Nuh-uh. Daddy."
"Fuck," you whimper. "Please, daddy."
"That's more like it." His touch finds your clit, throbbing and needy, and you nearly see stars at the feeling. He presses once again before sliding two fingers into your warm, welcoming cunt. "Christ, she's really suckin' me in there," he grunts, shifting behind you as his dick becomes nearly impossible to ignore.
"Yes," you moan at the sweet intrusion, the easy glide of his fingers in your drenched pussy. "Just like that."
"So fuckin' tight," he says through gritted teeth. And Jesus, his fingers are thick, the calloused thumb swiping over your clit, making you twitch and your hips arch up for more. "She's pulsin' around me," he mutters, his rich voice in your ear, lips brushing against your lobe. His fingers glide in, stretching you as you coat him.
"Ah, she's gettin' all creamy for me," he coos as he pulls them out a moment, licking off one finger and giving the other to you. You taste yourself, salty and sweet, humming in appreciation as you release his digit from your mouth with a pop.
He returns to his work, his hand pistoning against your folds, the squishy sounds of your soaked cunt beautifully obscene to your ears. Your voice trembles as you cry out, a sweet vibrato that resounds throughout the room as Joel's fingers curl in on your g-spot. He adds a bit more pressure to your clit as he tries to get you there. Moaning, he nuzzles his face into your neck.
It feels like you break open under his touch, hips arching up, swallowing his delving fingers deeper inside you as you spasm uncontrollably around him, a string of curses falling from your lips.
You barely have time to recover before he's on you again, moving in front of you as you lay against the pillows, like Venus in a Titian painting. His hands lift your thighs, softly kneading their thickness as he plants kisses on either side, trailing up to your cunt, your scent all around him.
"My husband never goes down on me," you whisper, heart racing as quick as a hummingbird's wings.
"Ain't he a waste of fuckin' space," Joel grunts, a wicked gleam in his eye as he dives in, flattening his tongue to lick a stripe upwards to your needy, throbbing clit. Your hands grab at his hair, pushing him forward as his groan is muffled by your sweet, saturated pussy.
"God.. damn!" you gasp at the delicious feeling of his tongue on you, lapping up every drop, tracing your lips and tickling your clit. He's relentless in his pursuit of making you come, switching up the tempo, adding a finger and then another, praising you when you cry out again. "Squeezin' so hard on me.. she's just about ready, ain't she?" Before he finally suctions his lips around your puffy clit and sucks, humming around it.
It's as if your soul leaves your body for a precious few moments, muttering monosyllables in sweet relief. You've never come so hard before, ever. And when you look up at Joel you wish you could worship him.
"Like the sweetest tea I ever drank," he says, licking his lips.
"Fuck me, Joel," you whine, still not fully come down from your climax.
"C'mere," he growls, putting you on all fours so you're facing the mirror again. You look at your reflection: hair mussed, eyes shining bright, skin glowing from your orgasm. Joel lines himself up behind you, smiling as you watch yourself. "Got every right to look at yourself, darlin'.. someone as fuckin' hot as you, with these hips, this ass?" He grabs one cheek and gives it a slap. You gasp, jolting forward, then wiggle your ass at him, wanting more.
"You a naughty lil' thing," Joel smirks, teasing your folds with his tip. "Wanna get this pretty lil' pussy ruined?"
"Yes, daddy," you moan, pushing back on him.
"Fuck me, I like the way you say that." He bites his lip as he continues teasing you. "Once I fuck you, you'll never let that limp dick husband of yours touch you ever again, I promise you that."
Your reply is cut off when you feel him nudge inside, your walls breached by his thick cock. "Oh god... yes!" you exclaim, clutching the bedsheets. "Fuck.. your cock is so huge.." You can feel the tip just kissing your cervix.
"Yeah, you like it? Like gettin' fucked by this big cock? Gettin' stretched out? Gonna leave a big ol' gapin' hole for your husband to come home to."
He bottoms out, grabbing your ass cheeks with both big hands, watching the smoothness of your skin as your cunt clenches onto him. "God damn what a pretty sight.. you oughta see this. Pussy's barely fittin' me as it is. Only tighter thing would be your little ass.." and he pulls out all the way to slam back in, glorying in the way you scream his name.
"There she goes, gotta get 'er used to me," he grunts, eyes on your swollen pussy lips wrapping his cock in a vise with each steady thrust. "Jesus, sweetheart. So tight I gotta try not to blow my load."
The sound of his name on your lips, the way your body reacts to him, is like gasoline on an already raging fire. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Say my name, baby. I wanna hear it." He quickens the pace, pressing deeper inside you.
"Daddy! Daddy!" you shout in time with each delicious snap of his hips. "My god, you're so fucking deep.." you moan.
"That's it, take all of me. You like the way I fill you?"
"Yes daddy!" Your fingers clutch the sheets as the bed rocks with your movements. "So full of you.."
He presses a hand to your abdomen. "Feel me there, baby? All up in your guts. No one else is ever gonna fill you the way I do. No one's ever gonna come close. This needy lil' cunt's gonna be cryin' for me every day until I come back and give her what she needs."
His dirty talk is getting you wetter, your juices running down between your thighs, making his cock all sloppy, the sound of it making you feral for more. "Fuck me, Joel.. fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.." you mumble, face down, ass up, slack jawed as you drool on the sheets.
He speeds up, hips slamming against yours, balls thwacking under you. "Yeah? Want me to fill ya up, blow all this fuckin' load inside ya? Got snipped years ago, baby, 's up to you."
"Fill me up, make me dirty and messy," you groan.
"You want daddy to give you everything he's got, baby?" he repeats. "You want me to fill you til you're all messy and drippin' with me?"
"Yes.. yes please," you're barely able to get out.
"Fuck," he growls, grabbing hold of your hips as he pounds into you ferociously. Once he has control he places one hand on your back, keeping you pressed down as he angles himself to hit that delicious little spot inside and he knows he's hit it when you cry out, cursing and shivering, clamping down on him like a damn vise right before he lets go, streaming jet after jet of his hot come inside you. There's so much it's already leaking out while he's still inside you.
The rest of the week you make a list of things for Joel to do next time: perhaps check out what's going on with the washing machine, or maybe he could regrout your bathroom, or help you rearrange your living room furniture right before he rearranges your guts again.
Even Wesley notices the bright and cheery mood you're in, and how attractive you've become since taking on some of the home improvements. That weekend he does you a huge favor, and sits back in his armchair as he waits for you to discover it.
"Wesley? What were you doing in the garage for so long? I heard a lot of noise," you tell him, arms crossed, a look of suspicion on your face.
He looks pleased with himself. "Well honey, you've been so agreeable these past few days that I thought I'd cross off some little projects on your to-do list."
"Like what?" you ask slowly.
He lists off everything you've had planned for Joel to do in the coming weeks. Small things, of course, but Wesley has done all of them, leaving you with nothing for daddy to fix.
"I thought you'd be happy," he says, his face cloudy now that you're unhappy again.
"Happy? Not quite." You leave a moment and return with a hammer, heading towards your husband.
He cowers, ducking as you completely pass him by and swing the hammer into the drywall of the living room wall, over and over again. When you've let your anger out and Wesley is rightfully afraid of your next move, you simply smile sweetly, holding the hammer pressed to your apron with your well-manicured hands. "Looks like I'll have to call the handyman after all!"
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ౚৠâ summary | request -> "paige x iowa!reader (pre-relationship) on game day where maybe r is mic'd up the whole time so fans hear how they flirt, joke around, etc so they start shipping them? the other uconn/iowa girlies always tease them abt it and one night they all go out to a bar tg and someones on live and accidentally catches p and r against a wall kissing or smthn đ«Ł" for my lovely disco nonnie!
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â warnings | teasing, lots and LOTS of teasing, mention of injuries, so much flirting, teasing, slightly suggestive, kissing.... oh and did i mention teasing????
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"OKAY, HEY LADIES and gents. It's your favorite, me. Y/N L/N," you tried to whisper into the mic secretively as you looked around. Before you could continue talking, you felt Caitlin grab your shoulders and shake you, eliciting a yelp from you.
You sent her a glare as she giggled and walked away, causing you to roll your eyes. "Anyways, sorry for that stupid interruption. It's game day here at Iowa and we're going against... I don't even remember their names."
You were obviously joking, you had plenty of friends on the UConn basketball team and it was running joke that you didn't like them. You smirked into the camera, knowing full well that your faux ignorance would rile up some competition.
"But hey, who needs names when we've got game, am I right?" You grinned, your enthusiasm showing. "So, while we prepare to show those other guys what real basketball looks like, let's talk strategy."
Leaning in closer to the microphone, you adopted a more serious tone, though the mischievous glint in your eye remained. "First off, we gotta dominate the boards. Rebounds win games, folks. Then, we'll run those fast breaks like there's no tomorrow. Speed kills, baby."
You paused for dramatic effect, pretending to adjust an imaginary headset. "And of course, let's not forget about defense. Lock 'em down, make 'em work for every shot. That's how we do it here at Iowa."
You turned around to see some of your teammates giggling at you, causing you to roll your eyes. "I'm getting bullied again, guys. Remember amazing, hot and very cool players have feelings too, okay?"
"Can you shut the hell up and come stretch with us?" You heard Caitlin shout from the court, causing you to sigh dramatically.
With a playful wink at the camera, you turned away, joining your teammates on the court for the pre-game warm-up. As you stretched and bantered with them, you saw the opponents walk in. You couldn't help but bit your lower lip as you averted your gaze from a particular blonde whom you've gotten close to these last couple of months.
After last year's game, Paige followed you on Instagram and you began talking more. However when you two got injured around the same time, it caused you two to talk more and form a closer bond. Eventually, it turned into Paige texting and calling you every single day and now, it's like you two have known each other your entire lives despite you guys seeing each other face to face three times.
You couldn't help but steal glances at her as you stretched, a small smile playing on your lips whenever your eyes met. The familiar banter and teasing between your teams seemed to fade into the background as you found yourself drawn to her presence.
But amidst the closeness, there lingered an unspoken tension â a delicate balance between friendship and something more. You couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach whenever Paige's eyes met yours, or the way your heart raced whenever she flashed you a smile.
Caitlin's voice broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. "Yo, Y/N! Focus up, we've got a game to win!"
"Oh my gosh, look it's serious Caitlin I'm so scared," you spoke into the mic quietly, hoping that she wouldn't hear you. Unfortunately, she did and she got up, holding up her hand as you put your hands over your head. "No, I'm sorry!"
Caitlin laughed at your antics, her laughter infectious as she waved off your dramatic apology. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, Y/N," she teased, giving you a playful shove before turning back to the team. "But seriously, let's focus up. We've got a game to win, and I don't plan on losing to those guys."
"Yeah, me neither." She helped you get up from the floor as you walked to the bench. "Thanks, Cait," you said with a grin, falling into step beside her as you made your way to the bench.
As you settled onto the bench, you took a moment to mentally prepare yourself for the game ahead. The familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, the echoing noise of the crowd, and the anticipation building in the air all served to fuel your determination.
You rose to your feet, eyes fixed on the court ahead. With a quick glance at the UConn's lineup, you immediately spotted Paige among their starting players. Your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized the task at hand â you needed to guard Paige and shut down her scoring opportunities.
In any other situation, it would be easy. Even if the person you were guarding was someone you were friends with, you always made sure to stay professional but this was slightly different. Paige had been the theoretical shoulder you'd been crying on for the last year about your injury that you'd just healed from.
As you stepped onto the court, Caitlin's words from earlier echoed in your mind. You couldn't afford to let Paige get the better of you, not today. You made your way toward Paige and as she met your eyes, she gave you a small smile. You could still talk to her, right? She held out her hand for a quick dap-up and you accepted it gratefully.
"Bro, me and Nika were just talking about how your hair is probably gonna be perfect. You have the best game day hair," Paige spoke finally as you laughed nervously, your gaze momentarily averting to the floor then back to her.
You felt yourself blush under her gaze as you playfully brushed off the compliment. "Oh, you think so, huh?" you smiled, trying to keep the mood light despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Well, what can I say? Gotta look good for the cameras,"
Paige smirked in response. "Oh, trust me, you always do," she teased, her words laced with a playful flirtation that made your heart skip a beat.
You looked into Paige's eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that washed over you. There was something about her presence, her easy smile, that made you feel at ease, even in the midst of a game.
"Says you, with your cute braids. You gotta teach me how to do those one day, you know." You playfully nudged Paige's shoulder, a smile spreading across your face."Now you're just showing off," you teased, your tone light and playful as you admired the braids that framed Paige's face.
Paige chuckled, a soft sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Or I can just do them for you once you actually visit Connecticut, like you promised."
You just realized that you were mic'd up, as you glanced down at the mic. You laughed nervously, shaking your head. "Alright, alright, you've got yourself a deal," you replied with a playful wink.
You then felt Kate's hand tap on your shoulder, motioning for you to come to the bench with her. Paige gave you a small smile as she did the same, your heart fluttering at the sight of her smile. With one last glance at Paige, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you followed Kate to the bench.
"Are you gonna lock in, Y/N?" Caitlin's voice rang out as you glanced up at the tall brunette. You saw the slight smirk on her lips as she gazed at you, teasing you without saying anything. She was practically screaming "you're whipped!" as she did.
"Yeah, I'm locked in," you responded as you averted your gaze, laughter echoing in between your teammates as a blush covered your cheeks.
"You know, cus if you're not, I can guard Paige while you go shoot-"
"Oh shut up, Caitlin I hate you." You groaned, causing her to laugh along with the rest of the team. Caitlin's teasing banter was a familiar part of the pre-game ritual, and despite your protest, you couldn't help but smile at her antics.
"Hey, just looking out for you, Y/N," she teased, her tone lighthearted as she flashed you a grin.
As the referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, you shook off any lingering distractions and locked into the moment. This was it the moment you had been waiting for. With a deep breath, you blocked out the noise of the crowd and zeroed in on the game plan.
At one point, as you and Paige push for position under the basket, you couldn't help but let out a laugh as Paige jokingly accused you of stealing her post moves. "Hey, imitation is a form of flattery, right?" you quipped, earning a playful shove from Paige in response.
But perhaps the most memorable moment came when you and Paige found yourselves face-to-face during a heated confrontation for the ball. With the game hanging in the balance, you couldn't help but exchange a playful smirk with Paige, feeling a slight warmth on your cheeks.
Iowa had ultimately won the game but there was no bad blood between the two teams (thankfully), players from both teams exchanged handshakes and congratulatory words, acknowledging the hard-fought battle that had unfolded on the court.
Sure, some of the players were a little hurt but it wasn't like it was the end of the world. However, you knew at some point the two teams would have to play against each other during play-offs but you didn't let yourself get too worried right now. Right now, it was important to savor the moment, to celebrate the hard-fought victory with your teammates and bask in the camaraderie of the game.
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"You looked good," Paige spoke as she leaned against the wall of the bar. Some of the girls on the team wanted to go out and celebrate and the UConn girls wanted to join. And that was how you found yourself standing next to Paige, a little tipsy as you leaned against the wall beside her, a warm flush spreading across your cheeks at her compliment.
"Thanks, you too," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. You felt yourself shy away from her gaze, a stark contrast to how you usually were â teasing and outgoing.
Paige noticed that quickly, a small smirk appearing on her lips as she took a tip of her drink. "Aw, look at you, all flustered," she teased, her tone light and teasing as she nudged your shoulder gently.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," you replied, rolling your eyes in mock exasperation. "Gotta stay humble, right?"
Paige laughed, the sound sweet and infectious as she leaned closer to you. "Don't worry, I think you can handle it," she said with a smirk, her words sending a shiver down your spine.
She gazed at you for a little longer as you looked away, only for her to grab your chin and hold it so that you kept looking at her. With a soft chuckle, Paige leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "You're cute when you're flustered,"
"I never thought that you could be shy, you know... with all that shit-talking on and off the court." Paige remarked as she let go of your chin, her gaze still heavy on you. "It's kinda giving me an ego boost,"
"Oh shut up," you mumbled as you took a sip from your own drink, Paige's gaze following your lips. There was something about the way she looked at you, the way her eyes seemed to linger on your lips, that made your heart race.
As you lowered your drink, you met Paige's gaze once more, a playful glint in your eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, you know," you replied with a smirk.
Paige chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears as she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I know," she teased, her voice low and teasing as she leaned back slightly, a playful twinkle in her eye.
She wasn't usually ever this cocky, sure she's had her moments but never to this extent â she didn't know if it was the alcohol or just you. There was something about her self-assured demeanor that was both enticing and captivating, drawing you in with each exchanged word and shared laugh.
"Well, aren't you just full of yourself tonight?" you teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned in closer to her.
"Can you blame me?" Paige replied with a grin, her confidence unwavering as she met your gaze. "I mean, if you had a pretty girl getting flustered over every word you say, even after her beat team yours, you'd be feeling pretty confident too," she continued, her playful tone tinged with a hint of desire as she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath grazing your skin.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you replied with a grin, your tone light and teasing as you leaned back slightly, a playful twinkle in your eye. "But just remember, I'm not one to stay flustered for long."
With a playful smile, she leaned in closer to you. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to enjoy a challenge."
Her eyes kept flickering down to your lips as she downed her drink, putting it down on the table next to you. She leaned in closer, as if to test the water, grazing her lips against yours as your breath hitched.
She took your reaction as a yes, her hands finding your hips as she pushed you against the wall. She pushed her lips into yours in a hurried kiss, the intensity of her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
You responded eagerly, your hands finding their way to her shoulders as you pulled her closer, the world around you fading away as you lost yourself in the moment. With a sense of urgency, Paige deepened the kiss, her hands exploring the contours of your body with hunger.
The taste of her lips was intoxicating, a heady mix of alcohol and longing that left you breathless. You forgot all about your teammates and who might see this and recognize the two of you, because neither of you really cared anymore.
Jada drank her water as she kept skimming through the comments of the live, reading them and chuckling at every remark toward you and Paige. Kate was behind her, momentarily blocking from everyone seeing what you two were currently up to.
Kate heard someone call her name as she quickly got up from her spot, turning to respond to the voice. As she moved away, the brief obstruction she provided from prying eyes was gone, leaving you and Paige momentarily exposed.
As Jada's gaze flickered to the screen, she froze, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected sight before her. "Oh shit- I mean, shoot." She quickly moved her phone as she glanced at the sight, giving the camera a shocked look as she thought about what she should do.
She had basically just outed the two of you but to be completely fair, it was on you two for making out in a very public bar. "Guys, don't worry that wasn't Paige that was just some other blonde. Sorry guys, you know how Y/N has a thing for blondes."
She sighed as she locked eyes with Kate, who gave her a shocked expression as she looked down at her phone. Kate gave her a look before Jada looked down at her phone, laughing as she waved.
"Looks like we are gonna have to end the live, sorry guys. Love you, bye, mwah mwah."
Paige finally broke the kiss, leaving the both of you to catch your breath. She smiled as her finger swiped your bottom lip, tracing the outline of it gently. You couldn't help but catch your breath, the taste of her lingering on your lips like a sweet memory.
"You're fucking beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips again.
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Breakfast
Husband!Joel Miller (no outbreak) x afab!Reader
Summary: Your usual Saturday morning routine with your husband takes a turn, for the better. W/C: supposed to be 1k as per my celebration rules, but... it is now 2k... Oops... Iâm sure yâall donât mindđ. 18+ MDNI: Implied age gap (8 years per request hehe<3). Feminine pet names. Oral sex (reader recieving). Implied domesticity kink. Slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms. Soft Dom!Joel. Dom/sub undertones. Joel being a check-in king (safe word system in action, we love good communication). P in V unprotected. Breeding kink (y'all should expect this from me from now on LOL). ONE (1) USE OF "DADDY" (I had to, I'm not sorry). Sweet sweet aftercare.
A/N: This is in response to this request made by @survivingandenduring for my 1k follower milestone celebration. I remember you being one of the first to accompany me on my journey, and now that we're here together celebrating something I'm so humbly honored to experience, it feels so surreal. I love and appreciate your existence so so very much. Thank you.đ I hope y'all enjoy!! (Pics for aesthetic purposes only)
MASTERLIST || L'S 1K CELEBRATION
Saturday mornings are your favorite. Theyâre lazy. Theyâre warm. Theyâre spent wrapped completely in the arms of your husband, Joel Miller. Whether itâs your lips or your limbs tangled in between the sheetsâSaturday mornings are for you and him.Â
So when you woke up this morning to the other half of your bed colder than usual, you woke up with a frown. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you pull yourself to the restroom to brush your teeth and wash your face, not bothering to change out of your sleep clothes since you made Joel promise you that you guys werenât going anywhere today.
âDarlinâ?â His Southern twang calls out.Â
âIn the bathroom, baby,â you respond, rubbing in the last of your face cream.Â
With a soft knock to your door, heâs entering, a crooked grin at the sight of you. You canât help the grin that breaks across your faceâno matter how long you two have been married, the bashfulness of two teenagers crushing on each other will never go away.Â
âGood morninâ, beautiful,â his gruff voice rasps, walking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his lips ghosting the sweet spot below your ear.Â
âGood morning, handsome,â you reply, leaning your body into his large, warm form.Â
âCome back to bed,â he whispers, his face burying itself deeper into the crook of your neck.Â
âWhereâd you go?â You ask, not particularly liking the fact that you didnât wake up with him this morning.Â
Joel turns you in his hold so youâre facing him now. âIâm sorry, my love, I thought Iâd be quicker than I was,â he tells you, catching the tone of disappointment in your voice. âI went to make you some breakfast,â he admits. âNothinâ fancy, I just- I wanted you to eat.â
You narrow your eyes at him, flashing him a small smirk. âWhatâs your motive, Miller?âÂ
âUh-â he stutters, not expecting that from you. âNo motive, baby. What, a man canât make sure his lady eats?â An exaggerated offensiveness evident in his inflection as he speaks.Â
âPlease,â you giggle. âEvery Saturday, like clockwork, I either wake up with your tongue, cock, or fingers inside of me,â you state matter-of-factly. âWhy breakfast now?â you ask, your eyebrow quirked up, his signature look. You cross your arms over your chest for good measure.Â
Damn, youâre good. And damn, heâs so fucking in awe of you. âFine,â he relents. âThe last few times⊠after weâre done⊠you get super jittery and lightheaded. Like your blood sugar is low or somethinâ. I dunno, I just, I donât wanna be pulling so much energy from you, especially on an empty stomach.â
Your jaw would be on the floor right now if it wasnât attached to you. Oh. My. God. You knew what you were getting into, marrying a Southern gentleman and an older one at that; and you knew just how considerate a lover Joel Miller was, but it never fails to leave your heartâand your pussyâfluttering at how attentive your man is. You are so damn lucky.Â
Going back to the room and settling on the bed, Joel climbs up beside you and feeds you your breakfastâone of your absolute favorite combos: a greek vanilla yogurt, your favorite granola, and chopped up fresh strawberries. You make this almost every morning, but something about him making it just makes it taste a thousand times betterâleaving your body energized for what was next to come⊠because shit, did you need it.Â
âJoel,â you sob, tears falling from your eyes as they fight to stay open.Â
He lifts himself off your cunt, bottom half of his face shiny with your arousal. âGimme one more, darlinâ, then Iâll give you my cock,â he tells you, his heavy breath fanning across your spent center.Â
âJoel, I-â you whimper, âI canât.â Your hips bucking into his face says otherwise. He taps your hip three times. Safe word? He silently asks. One tap for green, two taps for a yellow, three taps for redâan immediate stop. Your hand nearly ripping his curls out of his head softens, tapping his neck once as you attempt to gain your breath back, soft whines blessing his ears.Â
He nips the inside of your thigh before he speaks again. âYou can,â and then heâs diving back in, tongue breaching your entrance as his nose rubs perfectly at your clit, hurtling you towards your third orgasm of the morning.Â
âOh, fuck-â you nearly scream, head pushing into your pillow with your eyes clamped shut, back arching off the bed. Joel throws his arm across your lower belly, keeping you down and open for him as he licks you through your high.Â
Finally, he relents with a satisfied smile, placing a chaste kiss to your clit. âKnew you could give me another, my darlinâ girl.â
âMmm, baby, please,â you say, reaching for his jaw to bring his face to yours. Not yielding to your touch completely, he brings himself up slowâthe tip of his nose dragging up your naked body, Joel placing open-mouthed kisses up your belly, up your sternum, all the way to your lips, your arousal lingering with his own flavors in a deep, needy kiss.Â
âTell me what you want, baby,â he says into your lips, nipping your swollen lip before pulling away to let you speak.Â
âN-need you,â you breathe, desperate. You bring your hands down to his boxer-clad bulge, your fingers causing him to twitch.Â
Joel tuts, pulling your hand away and bringing it up to the side of your head, his large hand holding it down. âAnd I need you,â he says, biting your lip again, âto use your words, baby. Câmon,â he urges. Outside of the bedroom, you are very outspokenâthis morningâs interaction as evidenceâyet, when you find yourself a writhing, moaning mess underneath him, all words are stolen from your brain, all the breath is stolen from your lungs.
âPlease,â you start, more determination this time. âI need you inside me, Joel, please fuck me.â You hike your legs higher up, your thighs hugging his waist as you shift your hips, your wet center rubbing against him.Â
âSuch a good girl fâme,â he praises, sitting up to guide his boxers down, leaving you with a complete unobstructed view of his tanned and toned naked body, his soft tummy turning the pupils of your eyes into hearts. Heâs so fucking sexy, and, well fuck, you just said that out loud.Â
Joel blushes, leaning back over you to kiss your forehead and your lips before heâs lining himself up with you, his sensitive tip breaching your entrance at a slow pace, his girth thick enough to stretch you every single time in all your years of marriage.Â
Your eyes slowly shut as he kisses at your neck. The depth heâs able to reach as he slowly pumps in and out of you, the pubic hairs at his base rubbing against your clit, his deep groans making butterflies erupt in your bellyâeverything is utterly consuming your body, forcing your already sensitive body to your fourth orgasm of the morning fairly quickly.Â
Joel is rocking at a steady pace, one hand underneath your lower back while his other cups the back of your head, his fingers rooting themselves into the base of your hair and applying a slight pressure, knowing the sensation drives you absolutely wild. The moan that floats through the air is enough for Joelâs cock to twitch inside of you, threatening to release at any moment. With all his strength, he lifts his head up from your neck to hover above your own, reveling in the furrow of your brows and the needy gasps coming from your throat.Â
âDarlinâ,â he rasps.Â
âMhm,â you squeak, unable to form any words.Â
âLook at me,â he tells you, hips speeding up. He knows heâs only making it harder for you.Â
Your eyes slowly peel open, but your eyes immediately roll back, the pleasure making your mind go numb.Â
At your action, Joel is slowing, his hips coming to a near halt. That gets your eyes open. âJ-Joel? Baby?â you call, your voice quivering with frustration. You were getting close.Â
âNeed those pretty eyes on me, darlinâ,â he explains, his hips only starting back up because of your eye contact.Â
âY-yes, baby, okay,â you reply shakily, wanting to do anything for him to continue.Â
He moves in and out of you again, incorporating a delicious slow grind with every push in. The pleasure is too fucking much, and your eyelids are slipping again even though youâre trying with every ounce of your strength to keep your gaze fixed on him, you fail.Â
Again, his hips come to a painful stop. âDarlinâ,â he warns. âYou stop, I stop.â
âI-â you cry. âJoel, I canât.â Tears pool at your waterline.Â
His hand comes to your face, his thumb catching the runaway tear. âYou can, baby, and you will.â It isnât a request.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping Joel as close to you as possible, his breathing keeping you grounded as you attempt to keep your eyes on his. Satisfied with your attempt so far, Joel starts moving, and this time, he completely lets go. Thrusting into you not too fast or not too slowâand heâs going hard, every push would make you slide slightly up the bed if he werenât holding onto you the way that he is.Â
Your eyes flutter, not shutting completely but not staying open, and Joel makes a warning sound, his mouth spewing filth to keep you focused on him.Â
âNeed to see those pretty eyes while you flutter âround me.â
âDonât you wanna be filled? I know you want itâcrave it.â
âKeep them eyes on me, babygirl. Iâll give you what you want, just lemme see you.â
âFuck, Joel, please-!â you scream, your hips thrusting on their own accord, your climax shattering throughout your entire body.Â
âThaaatâs it, baby, atta girl,â he moans out, the sensation of you sending his eyes nearly to the back of his head. âFuckin- give it to me, baby, just like that.âÂ
âSh- shit, baby, fuck-â you cry, âplease, Joel, please.âÂ
âPlease what, baby? Use your words,â Joel rushes, chasing his own release as he pushes you through yours.Â
âPlease- please cum inside me, daddy, fuck- needa feel you,â you sob, your fingers gripping onto his back muscles, leaving bright red scratches in their wake as he rails you into the mattress.Â
âYeah, baby? Iâll- oh, fuck-â he whines, his balls pull taut, his tummy muscles clenching, and within seconds, heâs cumming inside you, the sticky warmth covering every inch inside of you, leaking out of your entrance as he continues his movements, slowing himself down to a stop.Â
You two lay there for a moment, your chests heaving against each other. Joel places a kiss to your nose, then your lips, then heâs lifting himself off you, heading to the bathroom. You hear him start a bath.Â
He comes back after a minute, guiding you to sit up and make your way to the bathroom. He kisses your shoulder. âYou alright, darlinâ?âÂ
You nod your head yes, a content smile across your features, eyelids heavy. He pulls your chin between his thumb and his forefinger, making you look at him. His signature scowl, the playful version, is on his face. Those damn words, baby, heâs telling you.Â
âIâm more than alright, baby,â you finally verbalize. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you more, baby,â he kisses your cheek. âMy darlinâ girl,â another kiss to your forehead. âMy beautiful wife,â your other cheek. He continues on like that until heâs peppered your face in kisses, consuming your body with a love quite like no other. Youâre a giggling mess by the time itâs over, begging for him to give you a second to breathe.Â
Only then when you two settle against each other in the warm, bubbly water, does he ask his burning question.Â
âDid, uh⊠did the breakfast help you?âÂ
You take a moment to register how your body feels. It feels light. Not light as in lightheaded or weakâlike previous weekends. No, you feel light, warm, contentâyou feel energized, like you can take on the world right now despite the fact that your legs are still made of jello. You feel good.Â
âYeah,â you say. âHelped a lot.âÂ
âGood,â he replies in success, kissing the top of your head before he starts massaging every part of you he can reach.Â
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think about things â fushiguro toji.
âI donât want to mess this up, babe.â he finally admitted, the words coming out in a low, almost reluctant rumble. âI donât want to mess him up. I donât want to be like my father, babe. I wanna be a good father to him. I want to love him so much and I justâŠ.â Your heart ached at the rawness in his voice, at the vulnerability he rarely let show. You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your cheek against his chest. For a moment, he stiffened. He always did, as though he wasnât quite used to comfortâbut then he relaxed, his arms circling around you. âYou wonât mess him up, baby.â you said softly. âYou love him. You wonât end up like your father. You love Megumi, he is our treasure. Thatâs why you love him. Thatâs what matters most. And youâre trying. Thatâs more than enough.â
GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence;
WARNING/S: intense fluff, romance, mild-angst, pet names (baby, babe, treasure etc), love, humor, light-hearted, parenthood, married life, healthy relationship, newborn baby, being in love, slice of life, domestic life, family, anxiety, emotional trauma, emotional suffering, self-doubt, encouragement, depictions of anxiety, depiction of healthy relationship, depiction of married life, depiction of parenthood, depiction of self-doubt, depiction of emotional trauma, mention of familial issues, mention of childhood trauma, mention of emotional suffering, mention of breast-feeding, husband! toji, mamaguro! reader, baby! megumi, normalize having a proud house-husband and father at home, ladies, gents and non-binary friends!;
WORD COUNT: 7k words
NOTE: after writing so much sad stuff, i knew i had to write something really cute and something relatively happy, for the most part. i asked my beta reader what they wanted to see from me - toji or gojo and they said toji. and well, here we are. the song this is based off from is called think about things by daĂ°i freyr.
also what megumi accidentally said was ăŽă which expresses waste/garbage, encompassing things made by human acts. precious little megumi intended to say ăăŸ which is sesame. megumi is still only a few months old!!! he's still learning how to speak!!! in any case, i hope you enjoyed this. i love you all!!! see you in the next one <3
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FUSHIGURO TOJI THINKS HEâS NEVER BELIEVED IN WONDER. From the moment he was born, such a thing did not exist. Not even his mother believed it. Not even when he was born. But he thinks that after her sufferings, he wouldn't doubt it that he too inherited such grief and pain too.
Even having grown up in a sorcerer clan, where he saw things that could make anyone go in awe â nothing about it had made him feel like there was anything worth the thought. Nothing about being a Zenin was worth wondering or for that matter, worth remembering.Â
But everything after that, especially when you came into his life, did he think they were possible. That wonders did exist in this life and he could have it. He was worth having. He was worth giving such wonders to.
And everything about wonder, he had learned from you. Every sense of the word, the texture, the taste, the feeling. Everything started when he met you. Every good thing sprung into life, like spring, when he met you.Â
Fushiguro Toji believed that each person has only truly had three special wonders in their lives, nothing more and nothing less. It was almost something out of a genieâs lamp. Three wishes, three gifts, three wonders.
And Toji likes to think that heâs used up all his three wonders. But he was alright with that. He liked to think that he was content with having used it up. Because everything about his life now consisted of those three wonders.Â
The first was when he first saw you, and then smiled at him so warmly. The second was when you agreed to marry him and spend the rest of your life with him. And the third? Oh, nothing could ever beat the third. That day when you made him a father, the day when your precious son Megumi was born into this world.Â
Toji couldnât help but stay there for a moment, his large frame silhouetted against the soft light spilling in from the hallway. He didnât dare move too quickly or too loudly, worried that even the smallest disturbance might wake his precious son Megumi. And yet, despite the quiet, his mind was anything but still.
He had fought the worst of the worst in life, faced death more times than he could count, and lived a life dictated by survival. But none of that had prepared him for this: the weight of fatherhood.
Not the kind of weight that came from responsibility or the logistical burdens of raising a child. No, this was heavier. This was the realization that he was holding the entirety of someone elseâs future in his calloused, scarred hands.
When Fushiguro Megumi had first been placed in his arms at the hospital, Toji had frozen. The baby was impossibly small, a bundle wrapped in a soft blanket that felt foreign against his skin.
Toji had stared down at the little face, this precious little face and saw that little face be endlessly red and then pale. He saw that face turn red again as the features scrunched up and echo into those heart-wrenching fits of crying.Â
For a split second, all he could admit to was his heart racing so fast against his chest. He was nothing but panicked. Toji never thought he would ever end up finding himself terrified of something.
He was terrified that he couldnât stop his baby from crying. He was terrified of how small he was, and how big his hands could be to hold something as precious as this little boy. Just as fast, Toji had ended up thinking about all the things he didnât know: how to soothe him, how to feed him, how to even hold him properly.
He didnât know how to. How does a father look tenderly at his baby son and tell him itâs going to be alright? How does a father let his voice be the calmest and quietest comfort in the world? How does a father have soft kind hands with such scarred, brutish hands?
Toji couldnât help it but he stood there, holding the most precious wonder in life and had just as quickly thought of all the ways he might fail â panicked and afraid, wondering if there was ever going to be a chance that heâll end up doing well. That heâd end up doing right by this precious wonder, this precious treasure.Â
But now, almost eight months later, Fushiguro Toji stood here watching his son sleep, something shifted.
His little Megumiâs tiny fingers twitched again, his expression relaxing into something peaceful. He was so precious in this way, Toji thinks. The world stops and becomes a bright wonder for his son.
Tojiâs lips quivered into a crooked smile, a tender warmth spreading through his chest that he hadnât known ever existed before heâd had his little boy, his precious treasure. He crouched down, resting his forearms on the edge of the crib, and let his voice drop to a murmur, as though speaking too loudly might shatter the moment.
âYouâre so small still, hm?â he said softly, almost as if confessing to the baby. âSmaller than I thought. And yet you are growing so much. Even bigger than back at the hospital, when you were born. But... I guess itâs cos youâre a big boy already, arenât you? Our Megumiâs already growing, huh? Doinâ everything you could to be stronger.âÂ
For a moment, he couldnât help but hesitate as his fingers brushed against Megumiâs back. His little son moved slightly, against the touch. He must know his father was here. But Toji felt weary about waking his little son up.
He was up for a while, and only just fell asleep a while ago. But Megumi went back soundly to sleep. And Toji felt some relief. His precious boy is going to get some rest tonight.
âHey âgumi. Iâm gonna be here, okay? Not like my father.â His voice felt thicker at those words, despite the fact that Every step of the way. I donât know if Iâm good at this... but Iâll try, kid. Iâll always try.â
The words came out unpolished, unpracticed, but there was a rawness in them that surprised even him. Toji never thought of himself as the sentimental type, but Megumi had a way of drawing things out of him that he didnât even know were there.
Maybe it was the way your little son had come to look like you, or maybe it was the undeniable fact that your precious treasure named Fushiguro Megumi was part of himâa part he didnât know he could love so much.
As he continued to watch, Megumi stirred again, this time letting out a tiny sound that made Tojiâs chest ache. He reached out hesitantly, his hand hovering over the crib for a moment before finally brushing against the babyâs blanket-covered chest. It was a small, tentative gesture, but it felt monumental.
âI donât know what youâll think about the world, or me one day, you know?â Toji murmured, his voice almost a whisper now. âBut I want to know. Someday, when youâre big enough to talk, Iâll listen. To every little thing. And until then... Iâll keep trying to figure this out.â
The babyâs breathing deepened, a soft sigh escaping him, and Toji let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding. He straightened, glancing down at Megumi. The truth was, Toji had never expected to live a life where someone else depended on him.Â
Heâd grown up in a world where strength was currency, where attachments were liabilities, and where survival meant keeping your guard up at all costs. That was how it was when you were born a Zenin. No ifs, no buts.
He had lived in the shadows of loss and anger for so long that the idea of something so beautiful and uncorrupted and pure, something as delicate and innocent as his precious treasure Megumiâfelt almost impossible to comprehend. And for that pure existence to be born from him, because of him.Â
Toji couldnât help but feel like it wasnât real. That something with such a cursed existence as him could ever have something like happiness. And yet, here he was. His precious son, born out of love between you and him. And he could see him.Â
Even now as heâs standing outside that room, chest tight with a strange combination of fear and determination â he convinces himself that his son was here, his precious son was here, because he loved him. Because he loved you. And he deserves this. This was the life he deserves. He always will.Â
For a moment, he closes his eyes and takes a breath. Before long, he whispers a good-night to his little one and flees to the living room, just near his sonâs room. If Megumi gets hungry, heâll bring him some of your milk stock from the fridge. There was no reason to wake you. You still had work later. Â
He goes to the couch and closes his eyes again. He had to go and get some rest here. If he comes back to bed, he might be too loud when he gets back in. And heâd want to be there quickly if Megumi needed anything. Thatâs what he was here for, as your loving house-husband. But he finds that he canât sleep.Â
Even now, he still canât help but feel restless. What if he gets too much sleep and he doesnât wake up? He had to make you and Megumi breakfast in the morning too. He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling before a soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.
âToji? Baby?â
It was you, standing a few steps away, wrapped in the oversized robe you always wore around the house. Your hair was slightly mussed, your face soft with the haze of sleep, but your eyes were sharp, focused. You must have noticed the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched as though he was wrestling with himself.
âIs everything okay?â you asked, voice gentle but edged with concern.
Toji turned to look at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with a small, almost sheepish shrug, he nodded. âYeah. Heâs asleep.â
You stepped closer, your hand finding its way to his arm. Your touch was grounding, and Toji found himself leaning into it without realizing. âYouâre sure? You look... tense.â
He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âTense, huh? Guess thatâs not wrong.â He glanced back at the door, his voice dropping to something softer, more vulnerable. âI was just... thinking.â
âAbout?â
âAbout him.â His blueâgreen eyes met yours briefly before flickering away, as though the weight of his thoughts was too much to share directly. âI donât know what the hell Iâm doing, you know? I look at him, and... heâs so small. So... breakable. And Iââ
He stopped, biting back the words, his brows furrowing. You squeezed his arm gently, waiting for him to find the rest of his sentence. You knew that your husband has had a lot of concern about being a father.
Heâs told you some of what heâd experienced as a child, and sometimes about his father. But not everything. So, this was the first time youâve heard things from him personally, this loud and this vulnerable. Your face contorts at his pain.
âI donât want to mess this up, babe.â he finally admitted, the words coming out in a low, almost reluctant rumble. âI donât want to mess him up. I donât want to be like my father, babe. I wanna be a good father to him. I want to love him so much and I justâŠ.â
Your heart ached at the rawness in his voice, at the vulnerability he rarely let show. You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your cheek against his chest. For a moment, he stiffened. He always did, as though he wasnât quite used to comfortâbut then he relaxed, his arms circling around you.
âYou wonât mess him up, baby.â you said softly. âYou love him. You wonât end up like your father. You love Megumi, he is our treasure. Thatâs why you love him. Thatâs what matters most. And youâre trying. Thatâs more than enough.â
He let out another shaky breath, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. âTrying doesnât feel like enough,â he muttered. âNot for him. He deserves... more.â
âHe deserves you, baby.â you corrected, pulling back just enough to look up at him. âThe you whoâs here, whoâs holding him, whoâs promising to be there. Thatâs all he needs. Thatâs all we both need.â
For a long moment, Fushiguro Toji just stared at you, his blue-green eyes searching your own bright orbs as though trying to find something he couldnât quite name. Finally, he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible dip of his head. His face looked a little bit more relaxed, with your reassurance.
âYeahâŠ..â he said quietly. âOkay.â
You smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. âCome on. Letâs get some rest. Youâll need your energy when he wakes up in the middle of the night.â
âBabe, I should stay hereââ
âNo, no. You have super hearing, baby. You can get up when he wakes up. Come on, stop being a helicopter parent already and let our son sleep.â
Toji groaned softly at your words, but there was a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he let you guide him down the hall. For now, he would take things one moment at a time. One step at a time.
Because for all the uncertainty, for all the fears that lingered in the back of his mind, one thing was clear: he had a family now. A real one. And for them, Fushiguro Toji would do anything.
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YOUR MATERNAL LEAVE IS FINALLY OVER. So in a way, the house was quieter now. Quieter than Fushiguro Toji had expected it to be with a growing baby around, though the stillness wasnât something he disliked.
And with how youâd gone back to work today, leaving him to take care of Megumi for the first time on his own. So Fushiguro Toji was certain, he was going to have all hands on deck.Â
Heâd joked about it before you left, tossing off some comments about how hard it could be. But now, standing in the living room with his tiny son in his arms, he was realizing it was more daunting than he let on.
Heâd had you around the house for a long while and he had gotten used to it. He had become a rusty houseâhusband and more so, an already rusty father.
Fushiguro Megumi couldnât help but fuss a little, with his little face scrunching up in that telltale way that meant a cry wasnât far behind.
Toji sighed a little, looking softly at his precious boy as he shifted him gently, cradling him against his chest and bouncing on his heels like heâd seen you do a hundred times before.
âHey, âgumi. Easy, okay?â he murmured, his voice low and soothing. âI gotcha. No need to get all worked up.â
Megumi quieted, though his tiny fists still curled and uncurled against Tojiâs shirt. Toji looked down at him, his expression softening. Tired as he was, he was always content when he looked at his son. Everything pays off.
It wasnât often he let himself feel thisâthis quiet kind of contentment. But when he was holding Megumi, feeling his warmth and hearing his little breaths, it was impossible not to. Everything Toji does, everything you both do; itâs all for Megumi.
âToji?â Youâd asked that morning, lingering by the door as you prepared to leave. âAre you sure youâll be okay?â
âMe?â heâd scoffed, smirking. âIâve handled worse than a baby, you know. Iâd be fine with our son, babe. Trust me.â
But now, hours later, Toji found himself pacing the living room, humming softly under his breath to keep Megumi calm. A melody came to him,something his mother used to sing. It was very rare for his mother to hold him for that long, that heâd remember. But sheâd held him enough to hum melodies to him. Those were Tojiâs first memories.
They werenât overcomplicated tunes, if one was to hear it. If anything, they were the kind you donât think about too hardâsomething simple, warm, and steady. But sometimes, heâd remember the lyrics. And Toji would find that those words would stir something in his little son, as much as they do for him, remembering his own mother.
Toji didnât know if his voice was good enough to be heard, or to be enjoyed in a song. But Megumi seems to not mind his voice. If anything, little Megumi seems to be fond of his voice. And Toji relished that thought. He might not be the best in the world in singing, but heâs glad that at the very least, it comforts his son.
âWhen we are togetherâŠ.â he sang quietly, his deep voice surprisingly tender. âThere isnât anywhere that I would rather be.â
Megumi stirred, his dark blueâgreen orbs tiredly blinking up at his father, and Toji couldnât help but smile softly at the sight. He kept rocking his little boy gently, the words of the song coming easier now, as though they belonged to this moment.
âThree birds of a featherâŠ..â he continued, his lips quivering in a half-smile, memories of his mother flooding his mind. âI just hope you enjoy our company.â
His little son couldnât help but gurgle softly at his words, and Toji took that as a good sign, his confidence growing. He walked to the large window overlooking the bright flourishing garden he had planted and let the beckoning sunlight spill over them both.
âItâs been some time and though hard to define, as if the stars have started to alignâŠâ He continued to sing softly. Toji looked down at Megumi again, his expression uncharacteristically gentle. âWe are bound together, now and forever. And I will never let you go.â
His little baby boy cooed, his little hand reaching up to grasp at the fabric of Tojiâs tight shirt. Toji stilled, staring at the tiny fingers that clung to him as though Megumi understood every word heâd just sung. He couldnât help but snicker.
âYeah, you and me, kid.â he murmured. âAnd mama, too. Never forget your precious mama, hm? Weâre always going to be three birds of a feather, okay?â
The quiet stretched on as Toji carried Megumi back to the couch, easing down into the cushions while keeping the baby close. He thought about you, about how hard it must have been for you to leave this morning, even though you tried to hide it. He thought about how much you trusted him to take care of Megumi, how much faith you had in him to do right by your son.
And as the baby drifted off to sleep in his arms, Fushiguro Toji felt it againâthat strange, overwhelming sense of belonging. It wasnât something heâd sought out, and it sure as hell wasnât something he thought he deserved. But as he sat there, holding Megumi, he realized that this was it. This was everything.
When you returned home later that day from work, you were tired. But you couldnât stop smiling. As you got closer inside you found them both on the couch. Your husband Toji was leaning back, his head tilted to the side, dozing lightly. Your treasure, little Megumi, was nestled against his fatherâs chest, his little hand still clutching at Tojiâs shirt.
You stood there for a moment, your heart swelling at the sight, and whispered. âThree birds of a feather, all three of us. Just like you said, huh, baby?â
And though Toji didnât stir, a faint smile tugged at his lips, as if heâd heard you all the same. You stepped closer, the quiet creak of the floorboards barely stirring the peaceful scene in front of you. Tojiâs chest rose and fell steadily, his broad arms wrapped protectively around Megumi.Â
Your heart swelled as you watched them, a moment of stillness in your otherwise chaotic world. It wasnât a sight youâd ever imagined when you first met Toji, but now, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Careful not to wake either of them, you crouched by the couch and reached out, gently brushing your fingers through Megumiâs soft hair. His tiny face was relaxed, his mouth slightly open in the kind of sleep only babies seemed to achieve. Your gaze shifted to Toji, his sharp features softened by the faint glow of the setting sun spilling through the window.
âToji, baby.â you whispered, keeping your voice low. âIâm home.â
His bright blueâgreen eyes cracked open, the colors of his irises catching the light. He blinked slowly, as if pulling himself out of a dream, and then his gaze landed on you. He processed the world and it stopped when he looked at you. Like when he met you. A small, lazy smile crept onto your husbandâs beautiful lips.
âHey, babe.â he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. âYouâre back. Welcome home.â
You nodded, your fingers still brushing over Megumiâs hair. âHow was it? Your first day as the primary stay at home parent for the first time?â
Toji huffed a quiet laugh, shifting slightly without jostling Megumi. âDidnât burn the place down, did I?â
You grinned, leaning your chin on the edge of the couch. âI donât see any scorch marks at all, baby. Iâd say thatâs a win.â
He snorted softly, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his expressionâsomething vulnerable. âHeâs⊠a lot quieter than I thought heâd be. Iâd always thought that young kids would be like that butâŠ.Megumi spent most of the day just watching me like I was some kind of puzzle he was trying to figure out.â
âThatâs Megumi for you, you know?â you said, your smile softening. âHeâs always been observant. Like someone else I know.â
Toji raised a brow, but he didnât argue. Instead, he looked down at the baby in his arms, his hand shifting to rest against Megumiâs back. For a moment, he was silent, and then he spoke, his voice quieter this time.
âHeâs a good kid, our little âgumi.â he said, almost to himself. âHe doesnât even cry much. Just stares at me like heâs waiting for me to say something smart.â
You laughed softly, careful not to wake the baby. âAnd did you?â
âCourse not, babe.â he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched. âBut I⊠I talked to him. Sang, too.â
Your eyes widened slightly. You slowly smiled. You loved your husbandâs voice too. And you were certain that your love for his voice was transported to your son too. âYou sang to him, baby?â
Toji rolled his eyes, though a faint blush crept up his neck. âDonât make a big deal out of it, babe. He seemed to like it, thatâs all.â
Your heart melted at the thought of Toji singing to Megumi, his deep voice wrapping around words meant only for his son. You reached out, your hand covering his where it rested on Megumiâs back.
âYouâre doing great, baby.â you said softly. âYou know that, right? Iâm so proud of you.â
He glanced at you, his expression guarded for a moment before it softened. âIâm just⊠figuring it out as I go. Donât wanna mess this up.â
âYou wonât, baby. Iâm certain about your success.â you assured him. âNot with how much you care about him.â
Toji didnât respond right away, but his grip on Megumi tightened slightly, as if to anchor himself. After a moment, he nodded, his gaze dropping back to the sleeping baby. He lets out a relieved sigh before letting a small smile echo on his lips.
âYeah, I guess so.â he murmured. âWeâre figuring it out. The three of us.â
âThree birds of a feather, you told me before.â you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could think about it. âWeâll figure it all out.â
Tojiâs lips echoed into a bigger smile, and he glanced at you, his green eyes warm. âYeah. That sounds about right.â
As the sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the room, you stayed there by the couch, your hand resting over his. It wasnât perfect, and it wouldnât always be easy.
But as you looked at the two of them, your husband and your son, you felt the stars aligning. You were bound together, now and forever. And none of you would ever let go.
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TODAY WAS A DAY OFF. So Toji had let you doze off for a little while longer. He thought that with how you were trying to still settle with balancing life as a new mother and also a career woman, it takes a toll on you.
And more than anything, you deserve a chance to have some chance to just relax. So, you hadnât noticed how long you had actually slept until you saw the clock by your bedside table. 10:30 am. You sat up immediately.
The moment you stepped out of your room, you tried to be as quiet as possible. A smile echoes across your lips as you find yourself stopping and listening for a moment. You could hear Tojiâs deep voice coming from the living room.
It had that playful lilt he used only with Megumiâlow and teasing, with just a hint of childish mockery. You smiled to yourself as you moved toward the source of the commotion.
In the living room, you found the two of them on the floor. Your two boys had a little bubble of their own. And you suspect that they've had that bubble since before dawn. Megumi gets angsty and wakes up at that time, wanting some milk.
Your husband Toji was sitting cross-legged, Megumi perched in front of him on a soft play mat. Your sonâs little face was scrunched up in what could only be described as a glare, his tiny fists clenched at his sides. Your husband Toji, still rather oblivious to the budding storm brewing in his child, was grinning like an idiot.
âMegumi, hey..... kidâŠ.whatâs that look for?â Toji was saying, leaning down so their faces were at the same level. âWhatâs with that intense focus, huh? You pooping or what? You gotta let papa know, so he can prepare. Your poop goes nuclear, you know that? Papa smells it on his hands even after he washes, hm?â
Megumi let out a frustrated sound, his little glare intensifying, which only made Toji laugh harder. âYeah, youâre definitely working on something, arenât you? Whatâs it gonna be, huh? A big one?â
âGomi!â Megumi suddenly blurted, his little voice sharp and determined as he glared daggers at his father.
Fushiguro Toji couldnât help but freeze up. He found himself blinking in surprise. For a moment, the world stood still as he tried to process what his little son just said, as perhaps â his very first word. Â
âWhat?â he asked, tilting his head like heâd misheard. âDid you just call me gomi?â
You couldnât hold back your laugh anymore, clutching the wall for support as you doubled over. The absurdity of the situation, paired with Tojiâs stunned expression, was too much.Your son was always so full of surprises.Â
âOh my god, babyâŠ..he called you trash!â you managed between laughs.
Toji turned his wide-eyed gaze to you, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to figure out how to defend himself. âHey, wait a minute! I donât think he meantââ
âGomi!â Megumi said again, louder this time, pointing a tiny finger at his father. His glare hadnât wavered in the slightest, his baby cheeks puffed out in sheer indignation.
âI swear to the heavens aboveâŠâ Toji said, now more flustered than youâd ever seen him. âIâm not gomi! What the hell, kid?!â
Still laughing, you finally found your balance from the laughing fits. You walked over and lowered yourself as you scooped Megumi into your arms, kissing his head as his tiny arms flailed indignantly. Your husbandâs frown was evident frustration.Â
âI donât think our sonâs not calling you trash, baby.â you said, wiping a tear from your eye. âHeâs trying to say goma. Sesame. Heâs been seeing it in TV commercials when I feed him some milk these past few nights. He might have caught up with it and babbled it andâŠit just didnât end up as translated.â
Toji stared at you, then at Megumi, who was now nestled against your chest, still glaring at him like heâd committed the ultimate betrayal. âSesame?â Toji repeated, frowning. âWhy the hell is he glaring at me, then?â
âMaybe because you keep asking him if heâs pooping, baby.â you said with a grin, bouncing Megumi lightly to calm him down. âHonestly, baby, would you want someone to do that to you?â
Toji groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âGreat. First real word he says to me, and itâs calling me gomi, babe. Kidâs already taking after you.â
You snorted, pressing another kiss to Megumiâs cheek. âDonât blame me because heâs got taste, baby. Our son takes after his mother well!â
âYeah, yeah.â Toji grumbled, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. He reached out and ruffled Megumiâs hair, despite the babyâs continued glare. âFine, kid. Iâll let it lose this time okay? You win this time, hm? But papa is not a gomi, got it?â
Megumi didnât respond, but the glare softened just enough for Toji to let out a relieved sigh. âThatâs what I thought. Just like your mama.â he muttered, before looking back at you. âAre you laughing at me the whole time?â
âAbsolutely, baby.â you said with a grin. âAnd Iâll be telling this story forever.â
Toji groaned again, but you caught the corner of his mouth twitching upward, unable to hide his fondness as he watched Megumi settle back into your arms. Even when his son thought he was trash, Toji couldnât help but adore him.
As the laughter subsided and your little Megumi relaxed in your arms, you couldnât help but keep grinning at the ridiculous scene youâd just walked in on. It was like your husband found himself in outer space. And he was still debating whether aliens were real.
Fushiguro Toji sat back on his hands, still looking flabbergasted as his blue-green eyes darted between you and Megumi. HIs eyes narrowed for a moment and then a short breath releases from his lips. He shook his head, muttering under his breath.
âUnbelievable.â he grumbled, though there was a clear hint of amusement now in his tone. âFirst words. Gomi. What are the odds?â
You chuckled, bouncing Megumi lightly on your hip. âOh, donât be so dramatic. Heâs been trying to say goma all week, and you just happened to push his buttons at the wrong time.â
âPushed his buttons?â Toji said, straightening up. âAll I did was ask if he was pooping! Thatâs fair game when someoneâs giving you that face!â
You couldnât help but laugh again, glancing down at Megumi, who was still sporting a little frown but had mostly calmed down. âMaybe heâs tired of you questioning his dignity, baby.â you teased. âHeâs got standards, you know.â
âStandards?â Toji repeated, narrowing his eyes at his son. âThis coming from a kid who tried to eat his own foot this morning?â
âGomi!â Megumi declared again, his little finger pointing accusingly at Toji, as if to double down on his stance.
You burst out laughing, nearly stumbling as you tried to hold Megumi steady. âOh my god, Toji, baby. It's rough! youâve been officially labeled. Thereâs no coming back from this now!â
Toji let out a long, exaggerated sigh, dragging a hand down his face before flopping dramatically onto his back. âThis kidâs out to get me. This is just....ugh.â he mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. âFirst itâs gomi, next thing I know, heâll be telling his teachers Iâm a garbage dad.â
âYouâll survive, baby.â you said with a grin, moving to sit beside him on the mat. Megumi squirmed in your arms, reaching out toward Toji with his chubby little hands. âSee? He doesnât mean it. He loves you, trash talk and all.â
Toji sat up just enough to take Megumi from you, holding the baby in front of him at armâs length as if inspecting him for further insults. âYouâre lucky youâre cute, Megumi.â he said, narrowing his blue-green eyes towards his little boy.
Megumi stared back at him, his lips twitching as if he was trying to form another word. For a moment, both you and Toji held your breath, waiting to see what would come out next.
âGooooo-ma.â Megumi finally said, his voice softer this time, and he clapped his little hands together as if proud of himself. "Go-ma!"
Toji blinked, his expression shifting from stunned to triumphant. âThere it is! Goma! Thatâs what you meant, huh? Not gomi. Goma! Great job, âgumi!â
âGood job, my little treasure!â you cheered, clapping along with Megumi.
Toji puffed out his chest, grinning at you like heâd just won a major battle. âSee? I told you the kid doesnât think Iâm trash.â
âOh, donât act like you werenât sweating there for a second, baby.â you teased, nudging him playfully.
âWhatever.â he said, pulling Megumi closer and nuzzling his cheek, much to the babyâs delight. âThis little guy knows his old manâs the best out there, hm? Donât you, kid?â
Megumi giggled, reaching up to grab a handful of Tojiâs hair. Your rather contently resigned husband snickered, taking a deep sigh and letting his son do as he wished.
You let out a small laugh, your heart warm. Life was great like this. And you were truly grateful, as much as you know Toji was, that this was your life day to day.
âYeah, yeah, baby.â you said with a fond smile, watching them. âFor now, at least. Just wait until he starts picking up on all your bad habits.â
Toji shot you a playful glare, but there was nothing but warmth in his eyes as he cradled Megumi against his chest. âBad habits, huh? Iâll teach him the important stuff. Like how to dodge a jab andââ
âAnd maybe not how to taunt people until they call you garbage.â you cut in, smirking at your husband.
Toji groaned, but the sound was filled with affection. âFine, fine. You win this one. But just wait. Next word he says is gonna be dad. Calling it now, babe. Third timeâs the charm!â
âWhatever you say, gomiâkun.â you teased, unable to resist one last jab.
He shot you a look, but the soft laugh he let out was enough to tell you he didnât mind. In fact, you could tell he was enjoying every bit of thisâyour teasing, Megumiâs growing personality, the quiet chaos of your little family.
And as you watched him hold Megumi, the baby now giggling uncontrollably as Fushiguro Toji playfully poked his chubby cheeks, you knew there was no place any of you both would rather be.
Especially your beloved husband. Even if Megumi decided to call him gomi again tomorrow. That all didn't matter. As long as you were together, happy and content.
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epilogueÂ
The next morning, after breakfast and while you were doing the laundry, the air was thick with anticipation. The kind of anticipation that only a determined father can have when his child is on the verge of accomplishing a great featâlike calling him "oto-san" or "dad".
Toji, sitting on the floor cross-legged like he was preparing for a life-altering event, had a ridiculous amount of hope in his eyes. Megumi was seated in front of him on the playmat, his big bright blueâgreen eyes wide and serious, as if he understood the gravity of the moment.
âOto-san.â Toji said, his voice impossibly soft, practically dripping with encouragement. âSay it with me, Megumi. O-to-san. You can do it, little man.â
Megumi, who was sitting cross-legged just like his dad (it was adorable how he tried to copy every little thing Toji did), looked up at him, his tiny face scrunched up as he processed the words. He was staring at Toji like he was decoding some ancient language, his eyes darting from Toji's mouth to his eyes, clearly focused.
Toji waited, leaning in a little closer as though the two of them were sharing a secret. âOto-san. Come on. Say it.â Toji repeated slowly for his little son. âO-to-san.â
Megumi blinked once, twice, and you could practically hear the little gears turning in his mind, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was exaggerated. âGomi!â
You couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. The way your Toji looked completely deflated at the sound of the wordâagainâwas too much. He had been trying so hard to do what he could since this morning and so far, Megumi hasn't been cooperating.
He slumped back onto his hands, shaking his head in mock exasperation, though you could see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite his best efforts to act annoyed.
"Not again, kid!" Toji groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. âIâm not gomi! Iâm Oto-san! Youâre really gonna call me trash again, huh?â
Megumi, blissfully unaware of the comedic frustration he was causing, grinned up at Toji. His tiny face lit up like a lightbulb, pleased with the attention, clearly proud of himself for having mastered the art of taunting his father in a single syllable.
âI swear, kidâŠ..â Toji muttered, but his voice was full of affection. âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â
You leaned against the doorframe, watching the whole thing unfold, utterly charmed by the two of them. Toji, the intimidating figure who was capable of single-handedly taking down enemies twice his size, now reduced to a pile of goo over his sonâs simple interactions.Â
And Fushiguro Megumi, with his wide, innocent eyes, staring at his dad like he was the most important person in the world.
âLetâs try again, okay?â Toji said, his tone shifting back to encouragement. âCome on, Megumi. O-to-san. You can do it.â
Megumi was still focused on Toji, his big eyes narrowed in thought, like he was really going to work for this one. And for a moment, Tojiâs gaze softened, watching his son struggle so seriously with something as simple as a word. There was no trace of impatience on his face now, only patience and quiet joy at being in this moment with his son, who was so determined.
âO-to-sanâ Toji repeated slowly, the words rolling off his tongue like they were sacred, full of meaning. âO-to-san.â
Megumi blinked again and then, just as you thought the whole thing was going to repeat itself with another triumphant âGomiâ â your little treasure of a son did something that was rather unexpected, even for his own father.
He looked down at his little hands for a moment, and then, in a burst of focus, he looked back up at Toji. This time, his little mouth formed the word slowly, with effort. âO...to...san.â
Toji froze. His entire body stilled, as if the universe itself had shifted. He blinked, then blinked again, his eyes wide with disbelief. âDid... did you just sayââ His voice was breathless, almost as if he couldnât believe what he was hearing. âDid you just say... Oto-san?â
Megumiâs face lit up with an innocent pride, a mischievous little grin spreading across his face as though he knew heâd just done something monumental. He reached up, patting Tojiâs cheek, as if confirming what had just happened.
Toji, his heart swelling with emotions you didnât even know he was capable of, immediately scooped Megumi into his arms. The baby squealed, giggling in surprise as he was lifted up, and Toji held him close, pressing his cheek against his sonâs own chubby ones.
âYou did it, kid. You really said it. O-to-san.â He repeated it like he was relishing every syllable. âDad. Otoâsan.â he whispered, almost in awe. âYou said it.â
You couldnât contain the warm laugh that bubbled up from your chest, a soft, happy sound that filled the room as you walked over to them. You bent down, brushing a hand through Megumiâs soft hair as he clung to his dad, who was still holding him in a vice grip, clearly elated.
âOh my god, Toji, baby.â you said, grinning from ear to ear. âYou did it. Youâre officially Oto-san.â
Toji looked up at you, a grin breaking across his face, his eyes shining with joy. âYou hear that? Oto-san! He said it!â His voice was practically vibrating with excitement.
You leaned in to kiss Megumiâs cheek, and he responded by beaming up at you, his tiny arms reaching toward both of you as if he was basking in the love that was flooding the room. "Heâs got his first word," you said softly, holding him gently. âOto-san.â
Tojiâs expression softened, his hands tightening around his son as if he were trying to hold onto this moment forever. âMan, I never thought Iâd get to hear that. First âgomiâ and then âOto-sanâ... Iâm already getting my father of the year award.â
âDefinitely, baby.â you teased, sitting down beside them. âFirst he calls you trash, now heâs calling you dad. Youâre on a roll!â
Toji grinned widely, holding Megumi up like heâd just won a trophy. âYeah, well, Iâm Oto-san now. All the âgomiâ in the world canât take that away from me.â
Megumi, as if he understood the gravity of the moment, raised his hands in a victorious gesture, causing both of you to laugh. Tojiâs joy was practically radiating off of him, and you could tell that, for him, this moment, this small, perfect momentâwas everything to your husband.
As you all sat together, with Megumi snuggled between you and Toji, you couldnât help but smile at the scene. Toji might have started this whole "Oto-san" lesson with a bit of desperation, but now, he was on top of the world.Â
The way Megumi had slowly figured out the word, and the way Toji had been so patientâthere was a deep love in the room. It wasnât just about the word itself; it was about the bond they were building.
âI think heâs got it, baby.â you said, watching as Toji continued to whisper the word to Megumi. âOto-san... your first real word. Heâll be saying it a lot from now on.â
Toji, still holding Megumi close, sighed happily, a sense of peace settling over him. âYeah.â he said, his voice full of warmth and affection. âOto-san. Iâm good with that.â
And in that moment, with the three of you together in the warmth of your home, everything felt right.
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-My wife-
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader
Gender:SMUT, hurt.
Warnings: Witchy SMUT! Strap on use, magic, insults. Spoilers from the series.
Summary: after loosing your wife, you beg the witch to take you to the road to find her.
An: Thank you @neverfindmegone for the icon babyyyy â€ïž I love it so much
-"Agnnes... Love... Wake up baby..."-a soft voice sounded on the ears of the woman, that voice was sweet, inviting, peaceful-"Please wake up Aggy" - The soft pet name made her smile in her dreams, soft hands caressed her arms-"I'm begging you, wake up, I need you..." - The voice distorted, making her frown on her peaceful dream-"YOU ARE FREAKING ME OUT, COME BACK! WAKE UP AGATHA!!" - a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and shook her, a high pitch scream made her wake up, sitting straight on the bed, her heart beating like a drum. She looked around the room scared, everything was empty, quiet, dark. Her chest raised along with her scared breathing. She tried to remember the sweet face that pronounced those soft words in her dream, but she couldn't quite place it. She looked at herself and she was completely naked and confused, she felt like she where slepping for 3 years straight.
She remembered something about a case, founding a dead body... Then a girl slipping into her house and interrogating her, getting her arrested. Also another detective talking to her... Something about a morgue and she reliving all the stages that Wanda made the hex live through... Fuck! How long she had been trapped there?
She got up from bed and ran outside still naked, talking to her neighbors she found out that she had been trapped on that fake reality inside the hex for 3 years and she didn't remember anything from it.
She went back to the house and tried to use her powers but nothing happened, her house was a normal home and the only thing she recognized there was her rabbit.
From the basement she heard noises inside the house, grabbing a spoon, she went to investigate. She pinpointed the surce of the noise from a closet, ready to strike, she open the door, only to find you there, a girl she didn't knew but that she remembered from the night before when she "arrested" you. You were on your knees tied up and with tape on your mouth, your eyes showed a little fear and something else behind them
-"Ah, so that arrest was less like an arrest and more like a kidnapping" - she said looking at you-"But if you are real and not an invention of my prisoned mind, that means..."-at that moment the door bursted open, a girl in black that you have seen at the house the night before, attacked Agatha using a knife and her powers, she was clearly winning, but Agatha was incredible persuasive with her words and she managed to convince Rio to wait for her to get her powers back so they could have a fair fight. The scene was brutal but sexy at the same time, full of passion and sexual tension that made you feel sick on your stomach.
When the lady in black went away, Agatha payed attention to you again
-"Oh right..."-she left you there and went to change muttering a few nonsenses and worries. You started jumping trying to follow her- "The house is yours random girl, make sure to tell the revenge seekers that I said hi"-she said without any intentions to untie you before leaving. With your tongue you manage to unstick the tape on your mouth
-"Take me to the road"-You yelled at her and she stoped on her tracks walking to where you were
-"Come again?" - she told you getting closer, taking the tape from your mouth
-"Take me to the witches road" - You repeated-"Please?" - You smiled at her
-"The witches road doesn't exists..."-she spoked with a anoying face
-"You are lying" - You knew she was
-"Am I?" - she played dumb
-"That's just what real witches say to keep the amateurs out"-she seemed surprised to hear that-"The road will give you what you desire most if you make it to the end... And I can. I will" - You said surely and she looked you up and down, but after a few seconds, she left you behind again
-"The road is no place for a teen" - she told you without looking at you
-"I'm in my latest 20!"-You screamed but she didn't seemed to care
-"I don't know where you heard from the road..." - she began to explain
-"Books, the balad, legends, lore, my wife..."-you tried to explain but she continued talking
-"But it will kill you" - she assured
-"It didn't kill you" - You replied
-"I'm exceptional" - she said arrogantly
-"That's my point... I know a lot about you and that's why I came here last night... To break that spell you where under..."-You confessed and she seemed impressed
-"Well, if you can break a spell made by the Scarlett witch, why do you need the road?" - she asked and you sat on her couch, jumping so much around made you tired
-"I don't seek power... I seek someone... The road promises that what you are missing, will wait you at its end... She is what I'm missing..."-You said honestly and she thought about it for a second, but then she stood and walked away
-"Nope, too risky, no time" - she left you behind again
-"This people that are seeking you are dangerous, do you think you can outrun them with no power at all?"-she turned around after hearing you. That seemed to convinced her, because she brought a par of scissors and told you that you were driving.
She explained that you needed a coven to get to the witches road and that you could find one practically close.
You ended up finding the first one on a pretty cheap store that could tell your future. After some very good tactics of Agatha, you found out that she truly was a witch and she ended up joining her coven, also she gave you the names of the next witches and you found them all, convincing them in different ways, mostly blackmailing them or making them feel shame, but at the end all of them appeared on the house ready to walk the road.
You had a near death experience but at the end you all finally found the road and used it to escape the Salem seven.
The road felt weird, the constant fog and the dark sky, felt like if someone was constantly following you or watching you and it made you act weird too. You decided to say close to the only person that you knew following Agatha every where, and that didn't went unnoticed by the others.
As soon as Sharon or Mrs Heart began to talk, everyone started bickering about each other, about being followed by creepy people, about what trials were about to happen and about how everyone was powerless
-"She is here and clearly she isn't even a witch" - One of the youngest members of the coven spoke pointing at Agatha's neighbor
-"You just need to be a witch to open the path, but no to walk the road..."-you murmured without stopping walking
-"Talking about no witches, who are you anyway?" - one of them asked, you weren't sure what they names were yet because you had only known them a few hours
-"I'm *blurred words*"-for you, what you just said was clear as water but they weren't able to hear you
-"My oh my, someone put a sigil on this girl" - Lilia, the older one said and you looked at her with confusion
-"A what?" - You asked confused and they all turned to look at Agatha.
-"Don't look at me, I didn't put that fancy glam on her, sigils are beneath me" - she said with a disgusting face
-"Is sigil a spell?" - You asked them
-"It's a redaction spell to hide something, in this case you from witch folk" - Now it made sense why when you told all your life to Agatha while you were on the car, there was no reaction at all from her part. -"Looks like Agatha brought a little mystery with her, probably trying to get her all to herself" - The one with the punk vibe said and you suddenly felt threatened but Agatha covered your body with hers, protecting you from them
-"Look, we don't know why someone put that sigil on her, she could be something special or she could be a pest that a cranky witch tried to hide under a rock, we can crack her open later. The real value lies at the end of the road..."-she tried to get their attention away from you
-"What are you trying to find at the end of the road? "-one of them asked looking at you
-"My wife..."-you whispered
-"The road can't bring dead people back" - all of them said at the same time
-"She is not dead. She is just... Lost" - You confessed
-"Do you ever think to talk to the police about a missing person instead of risking your life here on the road?-the tallest spoke and you signed
-"Nobody believed me, her body was there, but someone else completely different was inside, she doesn't even recognizes me... I just want her back" - You talked looking at Agatha sideways and Lilia's noticed but she said nothing-"Wait, where is Mrs Heart?" - You asked at the same time a scream was heard, leaving you subject behind and running to find her.
When you found her, the road was almost swallowing her but you managed to help her and took her out to continue down the road.
When the first trial arrived, you found a gorgeous house but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you. Everyone started to drink wine but you quickly refused
-"I can't drink, I... I was an alcoholic" - You lied, scared of them pushing you to drink
-"Who wasn't?" - Agatha jocked and walked away with her glass on her hand.
Soon you found out that they had been poisoned, but following the instructions of the potions witch, you could make the antidote, but it wasn't enough for your ex neighbor that sadly passed away.
Mrs Heart death didn't affected the purple witch, but you couldn't avoid feeling a deep pain on your chest, and rage because Agatha didn't even cared a little even though it was her fault that she got there.
The potions witch took you to a side after burring Mrs Heart to warn you about getting close to Agatha, but even though she was nice for doing that, you knew her a lot more than what they knew, even though she wasn't acting like the person you used to know.
As the time began to pass, you started to get a little mad at Agatha and her careless reaction to losses and pain. Also another thing that contributed more to your anger was the summon of Rio, when she appeared she started to hoard all the witch's attention. It made sense for them to feel attracted to each other, powerful witches, both had many years and they seem to have some kind of history together, but you couldn't avoid to wonder if Agatha really didn't remembered her past life at all. You didn't knew what would be worse, if she didn't remembered at all or if she remembered something and decided not to pay attention to it.
Your soul craved for her attention, for her touches, for her caresses, for just a love glance towards you, but you were getting none of that.
One particular night, after having a talk between you all around a fire, Agatha stood up and you thought it would be a good opportunity to talk to her alone, to see that even with that stupid sigil she could understand anything that you were trying to say. But the road was a tricky place and you got lost, and by the time you found her, Rio and her were about to kiss, thing you couldn't watch and decided to walk away with your clenching heart on your hands.
You were feeling so bad that you tried to stay alone for a bit to avoid crying in front of the others, but the loneliness didn't lasted long, because after a few minutes you heard something walking to were you were. You were supposed to be scared, but you didn't cared much about it at the moment.
After a few seconds Agatha sat beside you on the excluded part of the road, smiling like she always did
-"So... Why are you angry?" - she asked picking a little branch of the floor but you didn't answer to her or even look that way-"It's because you saw RĂo and I almost kissing?" - she asked and you looked at her surprised but still mad-"Yes, I saw you spying through the branches..." - she said in a mocking tone
-"And what?" - You asked trying to ignore the pain in your heart
-"Nothing, I just fund it funny... You know, you always get mad when I call you pet, but the moment that I turn my attention to someone else, you trow a tantrum like the little whiny pet you are" - she spoke with the same confidence that she always showed
-"I can't believe how disgusting you are" - You grumbled
-"You can't blame me, you are the one that got into my house looking for me. You always say that you are looking for your wife because you love her so much but I found it funny considering how obsessed you are with me. Pet" - she used that name again and your blood boiled, she was such a mean and awful person to you and all the people, that she deserved a punishment, she deserved to feel how painful it felt to be near her. You lifted your hand ready to slap her but she caught your hand mid air and pulled you closer, your face mare inches from hers-"See? You are not even trying to get away from me. You are obsessed with me and I bet that no matter how much you hate me, you can't stop thinking about me fucking you and making you mine" - she said in an arrogant and mocking way, pulling her lips out towards you. In your mind you kept repeating how she almost kissed Rio and how much you wished it were you, and before you could convince yourself how wrong this was, you connected your lips with hers. You always liked slow and full of emotions kisses, but with Agatha, that wasn't an option. Her lips were soft but her movements where rough, she sucked your lips, she bit them and when you opened your mouth, she easily slipped inside to declare dominance.
No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that this wasn't rigth and that you should stop, your body would react in the opposite way.
You wanted to run away, but your body keept releasing sinful low moans every time her teeth pulled your lip. You wanted to stop but your hands kept pulling at her coat trying to make her be close to you. You wanted for her to show you any little bit of affection before doing this but you could feel how ruined your panties were with how aroused you were thinking about she fucking you roughly.
Even though you were walking for a little while trying to get far away from the others, the road had a mind of its own and you knew you were close to the others no matter what you did and that in any moment they could walk where you were and find Agatha and you making out, but for some reason that only made it more exciting.
The witch lifted you from where you were sitting and placed you on her lap, making your legs fit around her waist. Even when she was powerless, her hands were still powerful. With incredible precision, in one pull, your entire blouse opened, leaving your breasts clenched by your bra in full view, your breathing was hectic and that only made the up and down of your chest just sexier. You could see how Agatha's mouth literally filled with saliva looking at you, she licked her lips and her hands squeezed your waist trying to control herself somehow. Her mouth opened and she started sucking your neck, biting it, marking you as her, your eyes closed and you let your head fall back just to give her more access.
Her nails scratched your torso, from the valley of your chest to the end of your abdomen where your pants made her stop, sending chills on your body. Her expert hand pulled your boobs out of your bra without having to unclasp it and started to squeeze them, making it a little painful but so good at the same time. Her mouth started to suck your other breast while murmuring something that you couldn't quite place, making a mess on your chest, letting her saliva drip down your body, making you feel sticky and more sinful that what you already were.
With great strength, she lifted you up a little from her lap and pulled your pants down, letting you only on your underwear. She seemed rushed but you didn't wanted her to stop so you didn't said nothing.
The air on the road made you have chills and your body shook with desire, thing that didn't went unseen from her and made her smile arrogantly again.
Still holding you up, with her other hand she opened her clothes and you were surprised to see a bulge on her panties
-"I still have a few tricks on my sleeve"-she moved her panties to one side and pulled out a big purple strapped dildo and you realized that while she sucked your boobs, she was conjuring a spell to get that toy. Still surprised and lost by that, she carefully touched your panties, she immediately could feel the pool that you had between your legs-"And you keep saying that you hate me?" - she asked and you rolled your eyes trying to not giving her the satisfaction even when she was right. She let you drop on her lap, making you feel preasure between your legs because of the big toy and a moan escaped your mouth, her hand quickly went to your throat grabbing it lightly-"Behave pet, don't roll your eyes or you will regret it" - she told you and you nodded, completely at her mercy. You thought about teasing her, but you were really neddy and you were scared that if you pushed her too much, she would leave you rigth there alone.
Her hand went from your neck to your jaw and she pulled you for another hungry kiss.
Your hips, with a mind of their own, started to move against the big toy that was between Agathas legs, making her groan this time too.
One of her fingers slipped inside your panties, between your pussy and the toy and began to expertly masagge your clit making you see stars. Her thumb manteined her pace on your clit but her longer finger found your entrance and began to tease it, testing how open you were and finding very little resistance when two of her fingers easily slipped inside your wet entrance, your body trembled in her arms, adjusting to the feeling. She made a few pumps inside you building that orgasm that you were so close to reach, but then she suddenly stoped, taking her hand out of your panties and sucking her fingers with the cockiest smile that you had ever seen and you whined for the lack of contact
-"You are fucking delicious, keep lying to yourself that you hate me, I've bet you had never been this wet for someone else" - she said and slipped her hand inside your panties again, moving them to the side so she could make the toy grind against your soaked pussy making it fully coated with your juices.
She easily lifted you a little and found your entrance again, slipping slowly inside you, grinning as the purple dildo desapeared inside you. It was surprising how big it was and how easy you were taking it inside.
As you completely sat on the purple dildo that now was inside you connecting you fully with her, you grabbed her face, making her look at you, looking for something deeper in her eyes than blind desire, for a few minutes you thought that her walls were coming down, but she shucked her head out of your grasp and hid her face in the crook of your neck close to your ear, slowly starting to move her hips
-"Will you be a good pet and make me hear your little whimpers that you were doing earlier and gets me this hard?" - she spoke in a deep voice, clearly aroused. You knew that toy inside you was part or of her spell, but apparently she made it possible for her to feel it too inside you.
You began to move your hips along with her following slowly every movement. You could clearly see the preasure of the big toy inside your lower on your stomach, making you moan lauder.
As the pace began to encrease, your movements became sloppier and you reached a point where you were completely riding her strap, with your boobs bouncing and your hands scratching her back hurting her but in a pleasure way.
Her arms find the depth of your waist and hold you, making your ridind easier.
While you climax was getting closer hers too, and you could swear that you could feel her pulsating inside you.
Her mouth went to kiss you again while you desperately ride her and in a few seconds you came, your pussy clenching so hard that it was difficult for her to keep moving any longer and she came with you too, with the toy inside you, feelings your every move, every clench.
You collapsed on her body and when you could feel your hips again, you lifted yourself from the toy and tried to put your clothes on sitting on the log that you were at the beginning.
-"F-Fuck Aggy, that was amazing" - You said trying to catch your breath beside her, but she frowned and stood up from where you were making the purple dildo desapear and closing her clothes again, looking at you confused and remembering that dream that she had before coming to the road, the one where someone called her name, "Please wake up Aggy"... She looked at you
-"What did you said?" - she asked a little mad and lost
-"I said that this was amazing... Are you okay Agatha, you seem pale"- You sat more straight watching her, not fully trusting your legs to stand up yet
-"Yes... I... I will see how the others are doing" - she left you there confused and alone.
After a few minutes you went with the other too.
As time began to pass (you weren't sure how time was inside the road but that perpetual night made you feel like if you were stuck on a loop) Agatha started to ignore you and put more distance than before and that hurt you, specially because you thought that after sex a spark of connection would revive, but nothing happened.
Trying not to let that affect you too much, you stayed near to Lilia because for some reason she made you feel safe, safer that what the purple witch made you feel.
-"So... How was your wife? Like was she a good woman?"- The older asked trying to make conversation and take you away from your sad place and you smiled
-"She is...was... The best. She always treated me with such care, she was always protective. Every morning she woke up earlier to make my favorite coffee before going to work. She always brought me flowers, the most gorgeous bouquets, always with some little purple flowers like lavender between the other bigger ones..."-when you mentioned the color, Lilia frowned, like trying to find something behind the original gesture-"... She held my hand in the most soft ways and she always hugged me when we watched movies together or to sleep, she always complemented my food and she always brought the dessert when I cooked..."-your voice was full of nostalgia and sadness and your eyes kept wandering off to Agatha every time you spoke and Lilia couldn't avoid but noticed that. She was about to ask something else but she yelled instead
-"You are pregnant?!"- You looked at her confused and everyone turned to look at you. After a few seconds Lilia's mind came back and she smiled at you - "She sounds so lovely..."-everyone keept looking at her "What?" - she asked unaware of what she said before
-"You are pregnant?" - Rio asked and looked at your belly, instinctively your hands went there in a protective way and everyone realized it was true
-"You ARE pregnant?! I mean, I knew my dick was pretty magical but I didn't knew it had that much power" - Agatha made fun of the situation and you frown feeling vulnerable, you didn't wanted them to find out that
-"Please don't give yourself too much credit, this happened before coming here" - You said avoiding looking at her
-"You two had sex here?" - Lilia asked and you didn't even dared to look at her-"Oh honey... What about your wife?" - she seemed truly concerned- "I didn't imagine you as the cheating tipe..."-she seemed disappointed and you felt sick about talking with them about this
-"I didn't cheat... I would never" - You said looking at her eyes, for some reason you cared for her approval
-"Keep telling yourself that but we both know what happened..."-Agatha said in a mocking tone and you roled your eyes
-"I'm not a cheater! Why you don't fucking remember me Aggy?" - You looked into the witch's eyes
-"Oh god..."-Alice said with the pieces falling into place
-"... You didn't cheat, Agatha IS your wife..."-Lilia said and Agatha opened her in surprise-"The stolen glances, the love in your eyes, the constant search for her attention..."
-"That... It's not true... I don't even know you, the first time I saw you in all my life it's when you broke into my house..."-she said no sure about her own words, she didn't remember anything from her last 3 years after all. When Agatha understood why you were there and why you went after her, even if she didn't belive you, you finally felt how a weight was lifted from you, the sigil was broken
-"I didn't broke into your house, it is our house! We lived there for 3 years! But the last days you went crazy and didn't recognize me and kicked me out... And I came back for my clothes when you started chasing me down the road yelling that you were a police woman and that you were going to arrest me... You worked at the supermarket for God's sake! That's how we met... "-you said mad at her
-"That can't be... You are a liar" - she insisted
-"Who do you think that made you food all those years when you couldn't cook even to save your life?! Who do you think that made you company and kept you safe an loved? You truly don't remember my hand holding yours? Many nights spend slepping together? The way how our bodies fit perfectly together?! Nothing?! - You yelled and her eyes went everywhere trying to stop the memories that were appearing on her head
-"All that reality wasn't me, wasn't real! I was just a puppet, a prisoner of my own mind" - Her voice trembled looking at you
-"It was real to me!" - You snapped back and you felt pain in your stomach, you knew you had to calm down
-"I... I'm not that woman and I'm not your wife... And I don't know how that baby appeared, but it isn't mine..."-the witch said standing firmly in front of you and you signed
-"The baby is yours even if you don't want to accept it, I even bet it will look more like you than me, but you are right... You are not my wife anymore... She is not longer there, the only thing I can see in your eyes is your selfinesh for power and I know you will kill anyone in your path to get it, even if it's your baby or your friend, like you had Miss Sharon killed... There is no point for me to keep going down the road when who I'm looking for is dead"-You said with hurt in your voice and started walking on the opposite direction when you were going
-"Where are you going?!" - Lilia yelled
-"To find an exit to this stupid place" - You yelled back and all the witches turned back to look at Agatha
-"She won't last a day alone..."-Jennifer said with consern
-"That is not my problem..."-she flipped her cape and walked on the opposite direction to were you went.
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after hours
mark lee x fem!reader x lee donghyuck, frat au
genre: mainly smut tbh
wc: 3.8k
warnings: afab reader, mark and haechan are frat bros, weed (smoking, edibles), unprotected sex (have safe sex plz), threesome, highkey switch!mark and switch!reader i guess, kind of dom!haechan, pretty heavy member x member in this, teensy bit of orgasm denial
The house is just as hot and sticky as you remember it to be. Thereâs people everywhere and you have to push around to get to the stairs. A pledge sits on the bottom step, eyes glued to his phone. He finally looks up when you approach. âYou have to be with a brother to go upstairs, maâam,â he drawls, boredom clear in his tone.Â
âMaâam? What am I? 30?â you ask him. âAnd Iâm here literally every week.â
He responds without looking back up from his phone. âYou still have to be with a brother to get upstairs.â
Youâre starting to get impatient now. At this rate, the whole frat is aware of you and Markâs âweekly weed timeâ as he calls it. Hell, half of them have participated at one point or another. âI am with a brother. Iâm here to see Mark Lee, just like I do every Friday.âÂ
The pledge looks up at you again, exasperation clear on his face. âThe brother has to be present. Like here with you right now.â Youâre starting to miss Sungchan and Shotaro. They would never do this to you.Â
âWell the brother Iâm here to see is probably as high as balls in his room right nowâŠâ you say, trying your best to sneak past him.Â
He puts an arm out and braces it against the wall to stop you. Your movements halt. âHe still has to be here,â he informs you, annoyed.Â
âOh my god,â you raise your voice a bit. âWhere is Taeyong?â you mumble to yourself, knowing the President himself would be able to get you out of this predicament.Â
As you fish through your hoodie pocket to find your phone, a voice from the top of the stairs calls your name. There stands Lee Donghyuck, leaning casually over the railing, a solo cup in his hand and a smirk on his face. âWhat are you doing down there baby?â You shiver at the nickname.Â
You shoot a pointed look toward the man on the last stair, who is now looking up toward the upperclassman. âIâm waiting for one of you fuckers to come find me, since your own pledge wonât let me upstairs.â
Donghyuck lets out a âtskâ sound, shaking his head at the younger boy. âCâmon man. Sheâs here every week, you should recognize her by now. And let her up, sheâs with me.â
Surprisingly, the pledge doesnât let you go right away. âShe said she was here for Mark,â he informs his brother.
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, leisurely strolling down the stairs. Once he reaches the bottom, he pushes the pledgeâs arm out of the way with his foot. âWell sheâs here for me too. Right baby?â You nod. âGo tell Sungchan to take over stair duty tonight for you, since you canât seem to do your job right.â The boy nods hurriedly and scurries off.Â
He smirks down at you, hand reaching to wrap around your waist. Leading you up the stairs, his fingers brush lightly against the bare skin that shows when your hoodie pulls up a bit. It sends electric shocks down your spine. âTell Johnny that the next pledge task should be to brush up on the frequent flyers list,â you mumble to him.
He simply laughs in response. âI can do that.â Once you reach the top, his hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, leading you through the crowded hallway. Finally you reach a door that you have become all too familiar with lately. A green street sign reading âLee Laneâ stares back at you. You still have yet to hear the story of how they obtained it. They refuse to tell you.Â
Donghyuck reaches out and opens the door for you, slightly bowing. âMy lady,â he says in an awful recreation of a posh accent. You roll your eyes and step through the entryway. Youâre immediately greeted by 5 familiar faces and a cloudy haze of smoke.Â
Jeno and Jaemin are slouched over each other on the couch, a little too handsy for what should be considered just friends. Nothing atypical there. Chenle and Jisung are sitting at Donghyuckâs desk, the taller man attempting to play some sort of game while the other eggs him on. Mark is lounging on his bed, blunt in one hand, phone in the other. âWhereâs Renjun?â you pout once you notice the blonde manâs absence.Â
You feel a familiar hand wrap around your waist once again. âHeâs got an essay due at 11:59,â Chenle responds, not looking up from where his eyes are glued to the monitor.Â
âDamn,â you reply. âReally wanted one of his edibles tonight.â With that, Mark leans down, starting to rummage around in the drawer of his nightstand, passing the blunt to Jeno in the meantime. Once he finds what heâs looking for, he raises his head, a dopey smile on his face. He waves a little plastic bag around excitedly.Â
All of a sudden, the smile drops from his face. His eyes are zeroed in on the hand circling your waist. âHey!â he whines, grabbing Hyuckâs attention. âI thought I said no touching. Sheâs my weed partner not yours!â Mark and Donghyuck usually have no problem sharing you, so you suppose this little comment is meant to keep up appearances in front of their friends.
The hand reluctantly leaves your side and Donghyuck crosses the room to jump up onto his own bed. âSheâs half the fratâs weed partner at this point, man!â He dramatically falls to his back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.Â
âTrue that!â Jaemin raises his head to shout from his spot on the couch. He looksâŠblasted to say the least. Itâs clear his head is spinning from the sudden movement. After a moment, he just says, âwoahâ and tucks his head back into Jenoâs chest, who hums in delight.Â
Mark captures your attention once again, patting the spot on the bed next to him. You jump up and join him. He offers the plastic bag to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. âGot this just for you.â
You reach for the bag excitedly, only for him to pull away from you cruelly at the last second. âMark,â you pout at him, a frown on your face.
He simply laughs, leaning down to put his lips on the shell of your ear. âGimme a kiss first, pretty girl.â You roll your eyes at his antics. A year ago, you wouldâve choked on your own saliva hearing those words. Now, theyâre like second nature to you. Leaning over the side of the bed, you pluck the blunt out of Jenoâs hand. The man in question hands it over easily, moving to pick Jaemin up and take him back to their own room.Â
Turning back toward Mark, you take a hit, leaning close with your hands on his shoulders, and then exhale. He inhales the smoke, his own lips inches from yours. When he finishes the shotgun, he presses a small kiss to the side of your mouth. âThanks baby,â he whispers.Â
âHey!â Hyuck calls out. When you turn, his eyes are locked on you and Mark. âCalling her baby is my thing!âÂ
A groan is heard from the opposite end of the room. âCanât you three get a room?â Chenle asks exasperatedly.Â
âWeâre in our room,â Mark says in the most deadpan way he can muster. Itâs not all that serious, the high leaving hints of that dopey smile on his face. Itâs enough to work on Chenle though, because seconds later heâs turning the PC off and dragging Jisung out of the room by the collar of his shirt.Â
As the door is shut once again, Donghyuck hops down from his bed, moving to lock it. âFinally some peace and quiet,â he mutters once he completes his task. You giggle a little at the statement. Youâre not quite sure it truly qualifies as peace and quiet if you can still hear the loud music and voices from downstairs.Â
The man moves once again, but this time approaches Markâs bed, tossing himself dramatically on the end and taking the blunt out of your hand. While he occupies himself with getting even higher, you turn your attention to the man next to you. âCan I get that edible now, Markie?â
He must have been lost in thought, because your words seem to startle him. Finally, recognition sparks in his eyes once he realizes what you mean. âOh, yeah,â he mutters, handing the plastic bag to you.Â
You take it from him and unzip it, popping the gummy into your mouth. Itâs strawberry flavored, one of your known favorites. You practically moan at the taste. âGod, Renjun deserves some fucking head for this,â you say.Â
Donghyuck snorts from his place at the end of the bed, eyes dazed but looking right at you. âNah,â he shakes his head. âMark deserves the head if anything. He practically got on his knees to beg Renjun to save one for you.âÂ
You look over at Mark to gauge his reaction. He has his head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed with his face tilted slightly toward the ceiling. His hand has drifted down to your thigh, fingertips running lightly over the bare skin where your shorts end. Thereâs no reaction evident on his face. Itâs likely that heâs completely zoned out, unaware of the conversation taking place before him.Â
âThat can be negotiated,â you finally say, swinging one of your legs around so that you end up straddling his lap. The sudden movement pulls him from his daydream, his head dropping to look you in the eyes. Youâre hovering slightly above him, not yet giving him the pleasure of your weight on top of him.
He quirks an eyebrow at you. âWhatcha doing pretty girl?â His hands move to rest lightly on top of your hips.Â
You lower yourself a little bit more, your skin brushing against his sweatpants. âHyuck said you deserve a reward for bringing me an edible,â you concede. âAnd I need something to entertain me until it kicks in.â
Mark simply hums in response, his eyes hazy but still somewhat focused on you. You hear shuffling at the end of the bed as Donghyuck moves to put out the blunt. Youâre not surprised. Ever since you and Mark invited him to join your little Friday night shenanigans, heâs been keen to be in on the action. Eager to ramp the energy up, you lean in and press a long kiss to Markâs lips.Â
Itâs sloppy, especially with the way heâs clearly feeling the effects of his smoke session. You pull back a bit, admiring the way your spit decorates his lips. His eyes look lazily up into yours and you smirk when they flutter close as you grind your hips down. âFuck,â is all he manages to say as he throws his head back.Â
You let yourself get lost in the movement, your own eyes finally closing. However, youâre startled when a pair of hands settle on your waist. Halting your movements, you turn to peek over your shoulder. Donghyuck has settled on his knees in between Markâs spread legs, his head tipped dangerously close to your neck. The grip on your hips tightens and he whispers, breath tickling the back of your neck. âDonât stop because of me, pretty.â
When you turn back around, Mark is watching you both, his eyes heavy with desire. His hands grip your thighs relentlessly as the bulge in his pants grows larger by the second. Remembering Hyuckâs words, you grind down on him once again. âAtta girl,â you hear from behind you, and it sends a rush of heat right down to your core.Â
Donghyuck controls the pace with the hands on your hips, purposefully teasing both you and Mark. Your ass brushes back against Hyuckâs own erection every few strokes. Meanwhile, the man under you starts letting out breathy moans. The longer it goes on, the more you start to feel the effects of your edible. Your senses heighten and everything feels ten times more pleasurable than if you were sober.Â
The hands on your waist start to move up, making quick work of removing your shirt. Donghyuckâs mouth meets the back of your neck as he removes your bra. Mark instantly groans as your chest is freed from the material. He doesnât waste a second, sitting up as much as he can and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.Â
Between him and Hyuck, who is now leaving marks on the junction of your neck, you are not going to last very long. You donât have to worry though, because Mark suddenly plants a hand on your stomach, pushing himself away from you. You are thrown backwards, falling into Donghyuckâs chest.Â
Confused, you look down at the man who is now leaning against the headboard, flushed and panting. âWhatâs wrong Mark?â you ask, your own voice a little breathless.Â
âIâŠâ the man stutters. âI was gonna cum,â he finally admits.Â
âAww,â Hyuck teases. âWas Markie gonna cum just from a little humping and sucking on some titties?â Markâs face reddens immensely and he visibly swallows, but doesnât respond. âI think he wasâŠâ Donghyuck teases again. âHow about that pretty girl? You were gonna make him cum in his pants.â
You understand Markâs embarrassment. Your own orgasm was not that far away. To be honest, you donât even know how Donghyuck is coherent enough to be doing all this dirty talk. It seems that both you and Mark are a little too gone for your own good. In more ways than one.Â
âSo selfish,â Hyuck continues, sliding a hand past the waistband of your shorts. His fingers ghost lightly over the seat of your panties, the wetness spreading uncomfortably. âLeaving our girl all wet and unsatisfied because you canât restrain yourself.âÂ
Youâve never seen Mark like this. The flush on his cheeks has spread down his neck and out to his ears. Pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving like heâs catching his breath. You can see his cock jump in pants at Donghyuckâs words. He even whines a little bit. Usually heâs more dominant than this, taking the lead but relinquishing control to Hyuck every once in a while. Tonight, itâs clear thatâs not going to happen. Youâre intrigued.Â
The man behind you taps your clit a few times, drawing you from your thoughts. You breathe out hard. âYou want this?â he questions teasingly. He moves his hand a circle, the friction so delicious you have to let out a moan in response. You hear him chuckle into your ear. âThen get naked. Mark too.âÂ
Markâs eyes snap forward at the mention of his name. Quickly, he makes work of your shorts, pulling them and your panties down in one swipe. You kick them off onto the floor somewhere. Then, you lean down and yank his shirt over his head. The action tussles his hair, which now falls into his face messily. You donât take the time to admire it though as you help Mark shimmy his sweatpants and boxers down. Itâs awkward and takes a bit of time, but finally, his cock springs free. Your mouth waters at the sight.Â
âGood girl,â you hear from behind you before you can move to touch it. Markâs hips buck up into the air and he whines. âOh did I forget someone?â Donghyuck teases. Mark nods relentlessly. âGood boy Markie,â he whispers. Yet again, his cock jumps.Â
You turn your head over your shoulder, looking for your next instruction. Hyuck clearly wants to be dominant tonight, so youâll indulge him for Markâs sake. He must have removed his shirt while you were busy stripping, because youâre met with the sight of his bare chest. You follow his happy trail down to where he has his cock hanging loosely out of his pants. He quirks an eye at your ogling. âYou getting eager, pretty?â he asks. You nod.Â
âOkay,â he tells you, head raising to look at Mark. âRide him,â he says, leaning back on his heels lazily. You follow his instructions wordlessly, straddling the boy in front of you once again. You line yourself up with him, preparing for the stretch. A finger running up your spine halts your motions and you shudder. âUh uh. Face me,â he demands. You hear Mark choke up a bit at the thought.Â
Hesitantly, you turn around, resuming your position. Your hands are planted on the bed next to the inside of Markâs knees, Dongyuck sitting right in front of you. You go to sink down once again, but right before you do, Hyuck grabs your chin harshly and forces you to make eye contact. âLook at me while you fuck him.â
You gulp nervously, but continue to look into his eyes. Finally, you start to sit on Markâs cock. The second his tip enters you, heâs moaning loudly. âHoly shit,â he breathes out. His hands grip your hips harshly, like heâs trying to ground himself. Meanwhile, youâre trying so hard to maintain eye contact with Donghyuck. The feeling of being stretched out makes you want to let your eyes roll to the back of your head. He looks back at you in amusement, like heâs getting off on both you and Markâs struggle.Â
âKeep going baby,â Hyuck tells you, leaving no room for argument. You resume your motions once more and Mark is no longer keeping his sounds at bay. The room fills with a cacophony of groans. As you continue your staring contest, you see Donghyuckâs hand move out of the corner of your eye. From what you can tell, heâs started to jerk himself off at the sight of you riding Mark. It takes everything in you to not look down.Â
You raise yourself up and down continuously, the pace slow, but not torturous. Mark is clearly loving it, from the way you can hear his breathing pick up. âSo good,â he slurs, grabbing a handful of your ass.Â
âYeah?â he teases, finally breaking eye contact with you to look back at Mark. âTell our pretty girl how good sheâs making you feel.âÂ
âSo good, Y/N. Making me feel so good baby,â he says, voice cracking at the end of the sentence. Youâre too preoccupied to really take his words to heart. Youâve taken the opportunity to let your gaze drift down to Donghyuckâs cock and the way he strokes it casually. Thereâs an obscene amount of pre-cum beading at the head, dripping down onto Markâs sheets. You moan at the sight.Â
You donât realize that Hyuck has turned his attention back to you. Suddenly, his fingers are back on your chin, slowly tilting it up. âWhat did I say about eye contact?â You look up at him through your eyelashes. âGood girl,â he whispers, and you pussy throbs at the praise. Mark must feel it, because he lets out an especially loud groan.Â
After a moment, Donghyuck shifts forward a bit, bringing himself closer to you. âGo faster,â he instructs, while his free hand snakes down to rub circles on your clit. You jolt at the feeling, but try your hardest to continue looking him in the eyes. âSo sensitive,â he coos while you finally pick up your pace. Between Markâs cock hitting your sweet spot and Hyuckâs hand brushing roughly against your clit, you feel the pit in your stomach rising.Â
Youâre not sure if your moans pick up or if Donghyuck just has a sixth sense for you approaching orgasm, but either way, he calls you out. âGonna cum?â he asks, a sick smile spreading across his face. You nod eagerly. âWhat about you Markie?â A mumbled yes is heard from behind.Â
âMmm,â Hyuck hums. âBetter tell her to get to work then, because neither of you are cumming until Iâve cum.â Your eyes flick down to his cock, and this time he doesnât scold you for breaking eye contact. You reach out and wrap your hand around him. He shudders a little and sighs. Slowly, you begin pumping him, trying your best to find all the spots that make him tick. You flick your wrist aggressively, your thumb coming up to brush at his tip every few strokes. Itâs got him going for sure, but not enough to send him over the edge.
At this point, youâre getting desperate. Mark clearly is too, because heâs egging you on pleadingly, like heâs dying to cum. âCâmon pretty, please get him off. Please.â
Finally, you run your thumb down the vein on the underside of his cock and his hips jerk. Then suddenly, heâs cumming, white spraying over your stomach, onto Mark's legs, and the sheets. You let him come down a bit, his chest heaving and his head thrown back carelessly. Once his eyes flutter open, you do your best to put a pleading look on your face. âHyuck, please let us cum.âÂ
He nods wordlessly and you take it as a sign to pick up the pace once more. Mark gasps from behind you and you gasp in response as Donghyuck flicks your clit over and over. Moments later, youâre finally hitting the edge. âIâm cumming,â you announce breathlessly, leaning forward to let your head rest again Hyuckâs chest.Â
The pulsations from your orgasm carry Mark to completion too, his cock twitching within your walls and painting them white. He lets out a guttural groan and you moan at the feeling of his cum inside you. As you come down, Hyuck has one hand on the back of your head, rubbing soothing circles into your hair. His other hand does the same thing on Markâs lower thigh.Â
He lets you both recover for a minute before speaking. âI may be high as fuck still, but we might want to sleep in my bed tonight,â he says, looking down to the spot on the sheets where some of Markâs cum has dripped down to mix with his own.Â
âYeah,â Mark says groggily from behind you. âThis is gross.â You tuck your head further into Donghyuckâs chest in embarrassment.Â
Mark laughs at your actions. âWhy so shy all of a sudden, pretty?â he mocks.Â
âYou have no room to talk Markie,â you tease back. Donghyuckâs chest rumbles as he laughs at your banter.Â
âOkay,â Hyuck finally concedes, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you off Mark. You whine as you become empty, spend dripping out of you. âLetâs get cleaned up. Then we can cuddle,â he declares, carrying you to the attached bathroom. Markâs footsteps follow behind you. You sigh in contentment, ready to relax with you two favorite boys.
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LITTLE ONES | Ningguang
PAIRING: Amab!Ningguang x Fem!Reader
CW: smut, angst, fluff, unintentional baby-making (or breeding) at first, unprotected sex, readers is ill but illness is unspecified only that pregnancy is a risk, a lot of pet names ig, bottom female afab reader
SUMMARY: Ningguang has been wanting children of her own, but she must hold her desires back during a night of pleasure, or does she?
A/N: I cringed and almost got sappy writing the fluff part but whatever, I barely do fluff for a reason. Also, this is my first post of the year :> I wrote and posted this past my bedtime, excuse my mistakesâŠ
WORDS: 1,928
(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)
There are rumors that Lady Ningguang had a soft spot for children. You can confirm that. The children of Liyue Harbor adore her just as she adores them. She had a motherly side, giving the kids irresistible sweets to see them smile. Of course, Ningguang gains something in return, but being around the little ones relieves her from her duties and the harsh business world.Â
Ningguang isnât the Tianquan of Liyue nor a ruthless businesswoman. She was merely a friendly elder sister who mingled with the common folk, and the children were the only ones who could give her that satisfaction without calculating moves â unless creating schemes to get the most sweets from her counted.
You can see joy in your loverâs eyes when she sees the children light up whenever they see her and receive delicacies. You remember the kids almost fighting each other for Ningguangâs head pats and praises for doing well in their missions (informing her about the latest news in the Harbor).Â
There was a time when one of the children accidentally called her âmomâ instead of âbig sister.â Ningguang wasnât fazed and instead responded as if she were their mother. It was such a wholesome sight that it brought you to your countless dreams of having her own flesh and blood where you lived as a happy family.Â
The conversation of having children has yet to be brought up, but Ningguangâs eyes say more than her lips can. Even if she mastered the art of putting on a perfect facade, you can see through her. There is a visible glimmer of longing whenever sheâs with the kids; it makes your chest ache.
Ningguang wants to have children with you. She does. She wants little versions of yourselves running around the floating palace and experiencing what itâs like to become a mother. But she holds back. She stops herself from painting your womb white, risking getting you pregnant. She doesnât want you to carry her child, even if a baby bump on your tummy would make her heart swell from joy.Â
You always blame yourself for preventing your lover from getting what she desires, for your weak disposition makes it a risk of surviving childbirth. You were already struggling with your illness. It was a gamble she didnât want to take. But she doesnât know you would gladly give your life to your little one because you have been wanting children with her as well.
It was a night of pleasure. Ningguangâs hips thrust into yours, her girthy cock stimulating your slick walls. Manicured nails created light crescents on your thighs as she gripped them for leverage, slowly losing herself in the song of your moans and whimpers harmonizing with the squelching created where you two are connected.Â
You were ravishing in her hooded eyes, clawing onto the sheets below you, and tears rolling down your cheeks as pleasure coursed through your veins. Only Ningguang can see you like this. But her eyes subconsciously dart to your belly, imagining something she mustnât. She longs to touch your empty womb â feel your skin on the pads of her fingers â but it will only indicate her want, and she doesnât wish to make you solemn in the midst of pleasure. Unfortunately for her, you knew everything a long, long time ago.
âI want to embrace you,â you say, albeit interrupted by grunts from the ecstasy between your legs and your loverâs pleasured disposition. Ningguang slowed her ruts, complying with your request and letting go of your plush thighs, opting to grip the soiled bed sheets as you wrapped your arms around her neck, her free hand holding your waist.Â
Your lover was a sight to see. Tinted cheeks and hooded eyes â a woman lost in pleasure â which juxtaposed her usual professional disposition. Ragged breaths and relentless pounding made her seem desperate to bring you to your peak as if she were a servant pleasuring her master â and she was because everything she did was for you, all for you, even if it meant denying herself something she wanted all her life.
Ningguang could feel herself at the edge of the newfound angle as she resumed her previous pace, ensuring you were comfortable. Her body tensed and shivered at how you moaned in her ear, bringing her senses into overdrive. But she must contain herself. There have been many times when her reasonings almost slipped between her fingers, but she always triumphed in gaining control.
Your bodies hugged every part of each otherâs skin, her chest against yours, erect nipples rubbing against each other. She held you close, kissing your forehead, down along your jaw, until they settled on leaving bruises on the crook of your neck as a form of gratitude for taking her so well.Â
Nails clawed against Ningguangâs back as you bucked your hips to meet her thrusts, back arching, and your throat now sore from your sinful noises. You were beginning to writhe under her, subconsciously wrapping your legs around her waist, your walls fluttering against her cock.
âIâm close,â you moan, your body trembling as if preparing for your upcoming orgasm. Fingers clutched into Ningguangâs hair, pulling her into a passionate kiss where your tongues languidly danced against each other. Her lips swallowed your sinful noises until a string of saliva stretched between you two as your lips reluctantly parted to heave for fresh air.
âMe too, my love,â she huffs, hips stuttering, her tip on the verge of spilling her load. Her open-mouthed kisses littered your neck and shoulders once more. A sultry, airy chuckle left her lips as she maintained her pace, guiding you to your climax. She dared not change her pace and edge you, not tonight.Â
The deep, moderate thrusts of her girth drove you insane as the veins of her cock pulsated against your walls. You felt so full. Ningguang's praises and constant rutting brought you to your peak with a high-pitched moan of her name. Her back would be displayed like a canvas the next morning from her dress, showing your love hold with scratches and brushed crescents.
Her free hand slithered from the soiled sheets to your sore clit, rubbing it with her thumb to elongate your orgasm. A flash of white clouded your vision as a white ring coated the base of her cock as you came, further lubricating your walls. You became a huffing mess as you recovered from your high, but Ningguang has yet to cum, and youâre overstimulated.Â
Ningguang became rather impatient now, she could feel her release edge on the tip of her cock. But she has to cum on your stomach. She tapped your thigh once â an indication for you to let go so she could pull out â but you refused. Another gentle tap soon turned into a slightly painful grip as she tried to unwrap your legs forcefully.
âRelease your legs, now, dearâŠâ she whines, grunting and fingers twitching from being denied of her high as she slows her thrusts. âI canât cum like this,â she says, but her heart says otherwise. The tone of her voice shows how much sheâs holding back.Â
âYes, you can.â You counter with a smile, arms unwrapping around her neck to cup her face, and soothingly rub her cheeks with your thumbs, feeling her porcelain skin under the pads of your fingers. A hearty, tired chuckle left your lips when she leaned into your touch. âWhy donât you indulge yourself just once, hm? Doing it once doesnât guarantee anything, Ningguang. Please?â
Ningguangâs thrusts slowly halted as she felt a change in the lustful atmosphere. She presses your foreheads together and closes her eyes. âI canât take that risk, we both know thatâŠâ she sighed and suddenly you see a pair of scarlet eyes pleading at you.Â
âBut you want to â to take that risk â and thereâs nothing wrong with that, my love.â You smiled but it didnât reach your eyes as Ningguang avoided your gaze, eyes now looking elsewhere. âHey, look at me,â you urge and gently tilt her face toward you. âIt pains me to see you like this, dearest. IâŠI shouldnât have brought it up, especially right now. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Guilt washed her features as you spoke. Was her longing so obvious? It didnât mean you needed to give her a child. But your face expressed genuine want, no fear or hesitation in your eyes. However, you were frail, and she didnât want to risk losing you and the baby. Ningguang can live without children of her own but she canât live without you.Â
If only she had an option to have both.
âNo, donât I apologize, my love. If anything, I should apologize for making you feel like you needed to give me children to make me happy,â Ningguang starts, giving you a sad smile, eyes downcast as she still ignores yours. âYou make me the happiest person in the world, and having a family is only a bonus. I canât force you to make any sacrifices. I donât want to lose you.â
âYou werenât forcing me to do anything, love, and I appreciate that. I want to start a family with you, dearest. Iâve always had. You would make the best mother in the world,â you hum, pecking her lips before resting your forehead against hers. âWhatever happens, happens in the future and we will tackle them together, alright?âÂ
âHow did I deserve you?â Ningguang says with a smile, her heart leaping from your words, still, her stomach churned from the unknown future. It was a bittersweet feeling. Scarlet eyes observed your tired face. You see hesitance in them, but they expressed want.Â
âYou deserve everything in the world, my love.â
Her smile widens and gently kisses you before holding your hips for leverage as she starts to pump her hips in and out slowly. âPush me away if you change your mind,â Ningguang starts, pushing the damp, stray hair from your face. âI don't wish to force you.â
âI wonât. I want all of you.âÂ
âMama! Mommy is being mean to me!â a child whined, pouting as tears of frustration were apparent in their scarlet eyes as they ran toward the bedroom. âShe doesnât wanna share Mama with me!â
Ningguang follows them, hiding an amused smirk with her hand. It was fun to tease them, even more now that theyâre in the âpossessive of mommyâ stage.
âNow, now, little one, your Mama might be asleep,â Ningguang said, but it was too late. The door slid open with so much force that you woke up. She grimaced, giving you an apologetic glance.
âTeasing them again?â You say groggily but flash a small smile as you lie on the bedâs headrest. The little one immediately clinging to your side with a smirk. âThis teasing is all too frequentâŠâ You pretend to ponder before your eyes light up. âAre you perhaps envious, dear?â
âI am not envious,â Ningguang said almost too quickly, but she narrowed her eyes at the cheeky child before her, clearly showing off by scrunching their nose and sticking their tongue out.Â
The audacity for them to mock her.
âYouâre cute when youâre jealous,â you chuckle before patting the spot beside you on the bed and cradling your belly. âWhy donât you two come here? I could use some cuddles.â
The child beams at your words. Nothing can be greater than cuddles. âMommy, can I be in the middle?â They say, looking at Ningguang for permission.
Ningguangâs heart swells and she smiles.Â
âOf course, my little dove.â
© shenachigans â do not plagiarise, translate, repost, or copy.
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Be warned. I wrote this at midnight. I have no clue what im talking about. Do you get it?
"Why doesn't this wolverine teach history? Other wolverine did"
Well, because THAT Wolverine had a Charles. Let me remind you just how fragile Logan's mental state is and just how quickly his brain can throw him into a temporary amnesia due to shock and / or panic that is triggered by his CPTSD.
The thing is, this Wolverine has a Wade. Not a Charles. Sure, Jean could probably do something to him if things got too crazy but you know just how dangerous of territory that would be. Yes, Charles doesn't have a healing factor but it was his confidence and perfect reassuring words that helped him, plus If something did happen Im pretty sure he wouldn't blame him much anyway. He knows what hes dealing with. This isnt to say that jean doesn't but I can see her panicking too much and Logan would feed off of that fear and panic and become worse.
Wade, on the other hand, is neither calm nor says the right things, BUT he can't die :D Which is a massive YES when it comes to dealing with a panicking 3+ time war veteran with knife hands. And is known to attack first ask later.
Trying to teach the kids about 'Nam, a thing sets him off. He stares off into space for a bit, Backs up and his breath gets heavy. The hairs on his arms are raised up and his pupils dilate, they widden and its as if he doesn't even remember he's a teacher.
When he starts the whole "Who are you? Where am I!?" Thing, a student (probably the oldest or one that's been dubbed most responsible) slowly just gets up and leaves to tell a trusted adult.
"Mrs. Munroe?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Howlett is acting funny again."
"Okay darling. Go fetch Mr. Wilson for me? There's a dear."
She, calm as ever walks into the class room, standing away from the door so not to make him feel trapped, and very clearly shows her hands as she gestures the kids to leave.
Backing himself into a corner, he watches them one by one leave, Gripping at the chalk boards ledge and the windowsil, trying to balance and ground himself.
"Come now children. Quietly and slowly please. Good job. Go next door to Mrs. Summers please." Sending them to the next class room so to leave this one empty.
She stands off to the side of the room. Hands in front of her, smiling softly. "Hello Logan."
"What? Who are you?" He almost hisses but can't help but to feel not so threatened. He always did have a sweet spot for women. Maybe its their scent difference, but like most reactive animals, he's a little calmer for women. A little more trusting.
"Im a dear friend of yours. My name is Ororo. You are in no danger here." She states this practiced sentence with the same whisper of a voice.
"Where the fuck am I. How did I get here!? Did you bring me here!?" At this point he's growling.
"Logan, I assure you that no one forced you here. This is a school. You're a teacher."
"A teacher..?" Just a tad he softens, as if you had just told someone who wanted to be a vet when they grew up that they actually would become a very good vet, except the look in his eyes was as if questioning why they would ever him do that. Be a teacher I mean.
"Yes. If you would like to leave that is okay." She slowly sits in a spare chair, her leg crossing, not knowing how long she will need to play baby sitter but she hoped someone soon would alert the other staff of this. It IS a safety risk after all and Ororo knew that if he hurt anyone at all he'd immediately regret it terribly so when he woke.
"You.. you told her to go get someone. Why? Who are you getting? For what!?" Another snap, as if he thought she was trying to trick him into letting his gaurd down.
She smiles. "Your husband."
"What the fuck do you mean my 'husband'!? What are you sayin' lady!?" The venom in the way he says this makes her giggle a bit. Oh, goodness. He really did lose all of his memories, didn't he? How was the same man who once was so dastardly in love with scott to the point of shredding his heart into a gazillion pieces and is married to the silliest man alive, so internally homophobic? The irony of the thought made her laugh.
"And that kids is how you slice someone into sushi. Rice not included-" His weapons tatics and saftey class is interrupted.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Oh hey, squirt! You wanna learn how to disconnect someone's joints without even leaving a puncture wound?"
"Maybe later.. uhm...Mr. Howlett's scared again..."
You just see Wade running out on these kids like "I'M COMING WOLVIE!"
"What, you think it's funny!? I ain't got a husband lady! Now, Im leaving! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" He goes to walk out the door only to run into said husband, who immediately hugs him.
"Babe!! Hi! They told me- OUCH- okay yeah I deserved that- no tocuhy I forgot."
And is stabbed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off me! Freak!"
"D'aawww!! Did you see that? He called me a freak! I hate to tell ya cupcake, but you're married to this freak. Now, what's wrOOW- Mad kitty are we? Woah there tiger! Easy boy!"
Logan looks at him, confused, stabs him again, and is trying to figure out why Wade's not dying. He goes to slash him in the head and wades like "WAITWAITWAIT NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS-"
Mrs. Munroe, by now, has gotten up and left, closing the door and letting out a big sigh, wondering what shade of red they were going to paint the room this time.
She does a little clicky on her walkie and infroms all the staff about the situation and so for the next half hour or so, Logan's kids get to skip class and said classroom now needs a deep scrub.
And this ladies and gentlemen is why this Logan doesn't teach history anymore.
P.E. is SOOOO much easier on his mental status, and sometimes Wade joins, and he puts the whole class against him to make them work on their team building skills. Plus- it's funny to watch your husband get slapped in the head with 20 dodgeballs.
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