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muiitoloko · 1 month ago

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hey, will you write a fic themed around a woman suffering a emotionally or perhaps verbally abusive relationship with her parents, she has too much respect and clings to the good to ever cut them off, but when she settles down with Frank, her parents are mean about it but only to her, he doesn't know, so he comes home from work mad, they get into a fight, he yells at her, and she just retreats. she doesn't cry because she knows better than to make it worse, but Frank eventually gets her to open up, because all along hes noticed the snarky remarks or her coming home from visiting them and being in bed for two days. I would totally appreciate this as it hits home quite closely, I just need some comfort from my favorite Lieutenant General.

P.S. some smut may be nice, I do believe I am ovulating 😭

Title: Daddy’s Got You

Summary: Old pain resurfaces, new tenderness blooms. Frank offers more than comfort—he gives you the safety you’ve never had.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst

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It had been one of those long, grey afternoons where the light from the windows looked tired and the walls of the house seemed to press in a little more than usual. You’d lost track of time, not because of laziness or neglect, but because your energy had been sapped by a call from your mother earlier in the day.

She hadn’t said anything overtly cruel—she never did, not when anyone else could hear—but it was the tone, the subtle digs, the way she could make your accomplishments sound like inconveniences, your happiness like a delusion. You’d spent the rest of the day curled up on the bed, silent, thinking maybe, just maybe, if you stayed very still, it would all pass.

Frank came home late.

You heard the door open and close, keys dropping in the dish near the entryway, the familiar sound of his boots against the floor. He was always precise, even in the quiet rhythms of domestic life. But tonight, something was off. His footsteps were heavier, sharper. The baritone of his voice when he called your name from the kitchen had a bite to it.

You didn’t answer right away. You’d been in the bedroom, halfway between getting up and giving in to the ache in your chest. By the time you joined him, his coat was still on, and he stood stiff by the fridge, eyes scanning the counter like he expected dinner to have magically appeared.

“You didn’t cook?” he asked, voice low but edged.

You blinked, mouth opening slightly. “No, I… I didn’t have the energy today. I forgot.”

Frank exhaled sharply, the sound more tired than angry, but when he turned, the tension in his face was clear. “You forgot? Jesus Christ.”

You froze.

His voice wasn’t raised exactly—but louder than you’d ever heard it. Sharper. And when you tried to explain, something in you hesitated. That same old instinct. You never defended yourself well. Not to your parents. Not now.

“Just once,” Frank snapped, “could you maybe think ahead? I’ve been on my feet for thirteen hours, I haven’t eaten since six this morning, and I come home to this?”

You flinched.

It wasn’t the volume. It wasn’t even the words. It was the tone. The tone that mirrored your father’s. That familiar, hollow ring of disappointment. And something inside you recoiled, not with defiance, but with the quiet ache of an old wound reopened.

You opened your mouth, trying to explain—not to defend, just to give him context, to tell him about the call, about how the day had drained you dry in that quiet, invisible way only your mother could manage. But the moment you started to speak, Frank raised a hand—sharp, dismissive—and his baritone cut through the room with unexpected force.

“No,” he snapped. “No excuses tonight. I had a shitty day. A long, bloody miserable day. I dealt with back-to-back meetings, a broken comms system, and a fucking briefing that went in circles for three hours because no one can give a straight answer anymore. And the one thing I wanted—just one thing—was to come home and have something hot to eat.”

He took a step toward you, not threatening, but large and solid and tired. “But what do I find?” he continued, hazel eyes flashing. “Not even a takeaway box. You didn’t even bother to order anything. You were ‘out of energy’? Christ.”

You shrank back before you even realized it, your spine retreating an inch, your mouth gone dry. You hated how natural it felt—how easy it was to collapse inward when someone’s voice hit that particular register. How instinctively your brain whispered: don’t push, don’t argue, don’t make it worse.

“I’m—” you tried, but your voice barely left your throat. “Frank, I’m sorry, I—”

But he was already turning, already walking away, muttering under his breath, “Unbelievable,” as he pulled open a cabinet with more force than necessary. “Absolutely fucking unbelievable.”

You stood there, frozen in the center of the kitchen, the cold air from the open fridge brushing your arms, your chest tight. You didn’t say anything else. You didn’t know how to say anything else.

Instead, you moved silently toward the stairs, your steps slow, careful. Each one felt heavier than the last. You didn’t look back. You knew the look on his face. Knew what came next if you pushed.

Upstairs, the bedroom felt too big. The silence too deep. You crawled into bed still dressed, curling up on your side without bothering to turn on the light. The darkness was easier. Quieter.

You pressed your face into the pillow, willing yourself not to cry. You knew it would make it worse, not with Frank maybe, but with yourself. With the voice in your head that still spoke with your mother’s cadence, the one that always said you were being dramatic, selfish, impossible to love when you weren’t smiling.

It wasn’t always like this. There had been good moments. Birthdays when she surprised you with books you actually liked. Mornings when your father cooked too many eggs and called it love. They weren’t monsters. Not all the time. That was the hardest part. You’d learned to cling to the scraps—to the seconds of kindness like they were proof that it hadn’t all been cruel.

But now—tonight—you felt small again. Like that kid who used to tiptoe around dinner tables, who flinched when the sarcasm cut too deep, who laughed when it hurt just to make sure no one noticed the bruise under the words.

The pillow was warm against your cheek. Too warm. You turned it over and stared into the dark, breathing through the ache.

You didn’t know how long you lay there, but you didn’t move. You didn’t speak.

And you didn’t cry. Not yet.

You just waited. Like always.

Downstairs, Frank stood in the kitchen with the fridge door still hanging open, the cold air brushing against his uniform pants. His jaw was tight, his hands fisted on the edge of the counter. He didn’t feel angry anymore. Not really. What he felt now was something far duller—and far heavier.

Hunger had twisted in his gut all day, but now, with a hastily made sandwich in hand and the first few bites swallowed, that pressure was beginning to lift. His headache dulled. The tight coil in his chest started to unravel. He chewed in silence, leaning against the counter, the bread dry and the ham slightly off, but at least it was something.

As he finished the last bite, the silence around him grew louder. He looked at the empty kitchen—no music, no humming from the hallway, no footsteps from above. Just stillness.

Frank sighed, setting the plate in the sink with a quiet clink. He reached up, loosening his tie with one hand, the thick fabric pulling stiffly against his collarbone. He hated that tie. Wore it because the uniform demanded it, but right now it felt like a noose.

He rubbed his temple, then glanced toward the stairs.

Christ, he thought. What the hell did I just do?

A few minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open.

The light flicked on with a muted click. The overhead bulb bathed the room in a soft, almost apologetic glow.

And there you were—curled up on the bed, still fully dressed, your form small beneath the quilt. You didn’t stir. Not even at the sound of his boots on the hardwood.

Frank’s mouth tugged downward at the corners. Quietly, he shrugged out of his military coat, folding it with practiced care and placing it over the back of the chair. His tie followed, then his shoes, each one set neatly beside the other as he moved slowly, deliberately—like he didn’t want to spook you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. He just looked at you. Your back to him. Still, silent.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his baritone rough around the edges. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

You didn’t respond. Frank sighed, the sound low and worn. He shifted closer, sliding onto the bed beside you, the mattress groaning faintly beneath his frame. One large hand came to rest against your hip, tentative.

He bent his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder.

“I was hungry,” he murmured, lips brushing against fabric. “You know how I get. Bloody grumpy and half-useless when I haven’t eaten.”

Still, you said nothing. Just breathed—steady, but shallow.

Frank’s brow furrowed. He reached up, his fingers brushing over the edge of your sleeve. “Sweetheart…”

“It’s fine,” you said at last, your voice faint. Measured.

But Frank stilled. He knew that tone. Knew what “it’s fine” really meant. It was never fine. It was something you said to end conversations before they could begin.

“No,” he said softly, but firmly. “Talk to me.”

You were quiet again.

His hand slid to your back. “Did your parents call you?”

Your whole body froze.

You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, surprise flickering across your face. “How do you know that?”

Frank didn’t smile. Didn’t gloat. He simply lifted a hand and cupped your cheek, his palm warm, thumb brushing the edge of your jaw.

“I’m not stupid,” he said gently. “I notice things.”

You blinked, unsure.

“The way you come back from their house and spend the rest of the day in bed. The way your shoulders stiffen during family dinners when your mother speaks. How you look at the floor more than your plate.”

You swallowed hard.

Frank’s eyes softened, though the line of his mouth remained grim. “I’ve heard her. The sarcasm. The way she wraps insults in compliments. She might think she’s clever, but she’s not subtle. Not to me.”

You looked away, but not fast enough to hide the welling in your eyes. You blinked furiously, but it was there—the sting.

Frank shifted closer, wrapping one thick arm around your waist, tugging you gently against him. You didn’t resist. Couldn’t. Your body folded into his like you’d been waiting for it.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” he murmured, his voice low and steady against your hair. “I came in like a bloody freight train without stopping to ask if you were alright. And you weren’t.”

Your breath hitched, barely audible. But it was enough. Frank pulled you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other pressing firm against your spine.

“You’re not weak,” he said. “You’re not dramatic. You’re not selfish. You’re human. And no one—no one—has the right to make you feel smaller than you are.”

That did it. Your body trembled once—and then the tears came, slow and silent. Not sobs. Not hysteria. Just quiet ache, finally given room to breathe.

Frank held you through it all, his lips against your temple, his breath steady in your ear, grounding you. Not speaking anymore. Just being there.

And in that quiet, wrapped in his arms, you finally let yourself believe—for the first time in a long time—that maybe you didn’t have to be strong all the time. Not with him.

The tears didn’t stop right away. They came in waves—silent, then shuddering, then silent again—until you were limp in Frank’s arms, your cheek pressed against the soft cotton of his undershirt, your fingers curled loosely around the fabric like it was a lifeline.

Frank said nothing. Not yet. He just held you. His broad chest rose and fell slowly, the beat of his heart steady under your ear. His hand moved gently along your spine, the calluses of his fingers warm and grounding. The room was quiet but for your breath and the occasional creak of the mattress as he shifted to keep you close.

When your breathing evened out—when the sting behind your eyes dulled to a manageable throb—you spoke.

“I don’t know why I’m like this,” you whispered.

Frank didn’t respond. He only brushed a thumb across your back, patient.

“I try to be good,” you murmured. “I really do. I try not to ask for too much, not to need anything. I try to be quiet and helpful and easy to love, and still, she finds a way to make me feel like I’m some sort of... failure. Like I’m a burden.”

Your voice cracked.

“I got a promotion last year,” you said, shaking your head against his chest. “And she told me it was nice—‘if that’s the best you can do with that degree.’ I bought a car with my savings, and she said, ‘You know, most people your age already have a mortgage.’ Every time I bring something up, she twists it. Makes it sound like I’m lazy. Selfish. Never enough.”

Frank’s jaw flexed beneath your cheek.

“She always does it with a smile,” you said bitterly. “She never yells. Just… pokes. Cuts. She says things like ‘you’re so sensitive’ or ‘I was only joking’ when I flinch. And if I ever try to explain how it hurts, she turns it around. Says I’m ungrateful, crazy. Says I’m imagining things.”

You lifted your head then, blinking at the ceiling. “And I believed her for so long. I still do, sometimes. Even now, when I know better, it’s like this voice in my head—her voice—is always there, picking me apart.”

Frank was silent, but his grip on you tightened.

“I thought maybe if I was successful enough or pretty enough or quiet enough, she’d finally be proud of me. Finally say, ‘That’s my girl.’” You gave a hollow laugh. “But even when I got everything right, it wasn’t enough. It never is.”

You swallowed hard. “And I hate that I still want her approval. I hate that I feel guilty even talking about this. Like I’m betraying her, somehow.”

Frank cupped your face gently, his fingers brushing your temple, his thumb catching the tear that escaped before you could stop it.

“And my dad…” you went on, voice barely above a whisper, “he never said anything. He just sat there. Let her do it. I think he thought staying quiet was the same as staying neutral. But it wasn’t. It never is.”

Frank's eyes were dark now. Not with judgment, not with pity, but with fury. But his voice, when he finally spoke, was soft, measured, controlled.

“You’re not crazy,” he murmured. “You’re not imagining it. And you’re not wrong for feeling the way you do.”

You closed your eyes, his voice pouring over you like warm silk.

“She hurt you,” he continued, “in the quietest, most corrosive way possible. She made you doubt your own worth. Made you think love was something you had to earn. Something you could lose if you spoke too loudly or wanted too much.”

You bit your lip, nodding, your throat tight again.

“But she doesn’t get to decide your value,” Frank said. “She doesn’t get to rewrite the truth. Not anymore.”

His thumb traced the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “I see you,” he said quietly. “All of you. And you are not too much. You are not a burden. You are not hard to love.”

You stared at him, trembling.

Frank leaned in, his baritone low, steady. “You are mine. My girl. And I take care of what’s mine.”

You let out a broken breath, your body finally beginning to let go.

“I’ve got you now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Daddy’s here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The words struck something deep. The warmth in his voice, the unshakable certainty of it—it unraveled you all over again.

Frank held you through it.

“Come on,” he said after a moment, guiding you gently up from the bed. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

You moved without protest as he undressed you slowly—carefully—like you were made of something precious. He peeled off your sweater, unbuttoned your jeans, never rushing, never letting his hands leave your skin for long. When you stood bare before him, he wrapped you in one of his softest shirts—oversized and warm, smelling like him.

He helped you into bed again, then stepped away briefly, only to return with a warm washcloth and a fresh glass of water.

“You need anything else?” he asked, smoothing the blanket over your legs. “Tea? Something sweet?”

You shook your head. “Just you.”

Frank climbed into bed beside you, gathering you into his arms like you belonged there—like you always had. His skin was warm, his chest solid and soft beneath your cheek.

You tucked your face against him, your breath evening out. “I’m tired,” you whispered.

“I know,” Frank murmured, stroking your hair.

“You won’t let her hurt me anymore?”

“No, sweetheart. Never again.”

You sighed, melting into him.

And Frank—your steady, sharp-edged, impossibly gentle Frank—just held you, whispering low promises against your skin.

“Sleep now,” he said, his baritone thick with something tender. “Daddy’s got you. My good girl. My brave, good girl.”

His hand moved slowly along your side, grounding you with every pass of his palm. You felt safe. Warm. Seen.

But not tired.

Your eyes blinked open in the dim light, your fingers curling gently around the hand that rested against your belly. You stayed like that for a while, quiet in his arms, letting the warmth of his body anchor you—but eventually, you shifted, just enough for him to feel it.

Frank’s baritone rumbled low. “Hmm?”

“I don’t wanna sleep yet,” you whispered.

He didn’t ask why. Didn’t press. Just adjusted his hold, pulling you a little closer, his nose brushing the shell of your ear. “That’s alright,” he murmured. “We can stay awake.”

You hesitated, teeth worrying your bottom lip. Your heart beat a little faster. You weren’t sure why you felt so shy all of a sudden—after everything tonight, after all the ways he’d seen you unravel—but still, the question caught in your throat like something delicate.

You turned a little in his arms. “Frank?”

He looked down at you, his hazel eyes soft, patient.

You swallowed. “Can we... could you—” You faltered, cheeks warming. “Could you make love to me?”

Frank blinked once, his brows lifting just a hair, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. His hand came up instead, fingers brushing your hair away from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. His voice dropped low, quiet, velvet-smooth.

“My girl needs Daddy, hm?”

Your breath caught.

The endearment never failed to melt something in you. And the way he said it—calm, assured, a little possessive—it sent a shiver through your belly that had nothing to do with fear.

Still, you hesitated. “Only if you want to. I know it’s late. I know it’s been a long day. We don’t have to—”

Frank cut you off with a soft, quiet laugh, his forehead resting gently against yours. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice laced with fondness and something far darker underneath, “you really think I’d ever say no to that?”

You flushed, suddenly shy again.

But Frank didn’t tease. Not cruelly. Just chuckled again, low and warm, his lips brushing your cheek. “That’s the point, isn’t it? I’m always hungry for you.”

He shifted then, rolling you slowly onto your back, his body settling over yours with careful weight. His hand cradled your face as he looked down at you, white hair falling slightly forward, his hooked nose casting a soft shadow in the lamplight.

“You could wake me in the middle of the night,” he whispered, “barely dressed, barely speaking, and I’d still find the strength to fuck you slow and deep until your eyes rolled back.”

Your breath hitched.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You could be crying like you were earlier, small and shaking and needing something only I can give—”

A kiss to your temple.

“—or smiling like the devil, pulling me down by the tie.”

A kiss to your cheek.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll always want you.”

And then finally—his lips on yours.

Slow. Warm. Certain.

When he pulled back, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered. Like you always had.

“Let Daddy take care of you,” he whispered, baritone thick and sure. “Let me make love to you the way you deserve.”

You nodded, breathless.

And Frank—gentle, dangerous, unshakably yours—began to undress you with reverence in his touch, like he already knew how to rebuild every piece of you he hadn’t broken but had always sworn to hold.

He started with your collarbone, warm mouth pressing reverent kisses to the curve of it, his white hair brushing against your skin as he lingered. The tip of his tongue traced the dip where your pulse beat, slow and steady, and he hummed low in his throat—like you tasted better than anything he’d ever earned.

“Such soft skin,” he murmured, dragging his mouth lower, kissing down the center of your chest through the fabric of his t-shirt. He tugged the hem up, exposing your bare stomach, and his hands spread possessively over your ribs, thumbs brushing beneath the swell of your breasts.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with something close to awe. “Always so good for me. Always mine.”

He kissed your belly, slow and deliberate, lips soft against skin. Every press of his mouth built the tension low in your stomach, your breath hitching just a little more each time his warm mouth passed lower. He slid his palms down your thighs, guiding them open again, his body shifting between them with practiced ease.

When he looked up at you from between your legs, hazel eyes dark and steady beneath his white lashes, your breath caught.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Open. Waiting. Letting me do this right.”

You swallowed, your fingers curling into the sheets, body already humming with anticipation.

He leaned down, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Daddy’s here now.”

And then he kissed you. Right there—soft and warm and patient. Just one long, deliberate stroke of his tongue along your folds, slow enough to make you twitch. He moaned softly at the taste, and the sound alone made your back arch.

“Fuck, this cunt,” he groaned. “You’re already so wet for me.”

You whimpered, hips rising instinctively, but Frank pressed one firm hand against your belly.

“No, baby. Let me lead. Just lie back and take it.”

His tongue returned—this time faster, more focused, flicking your clit in slow circles before sealing his mouth around it with obscene pressure. You gasped, a high sound caught somewhere between a sob and a moan, your legs trembling as he licked and sucked with devastating rhythm.

Your hand flew to his head, fingers tangling in the white strands. “Daddy—oh—fuck—”

That made him groan into you, the vibration of it sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. His tongue moved faster now, greedy, practiced, pushing you higher with each breathless flick.

And then—his fingers.

Thick and slow at first, just one sliding into your soaked heat, curling deep until you cried out. Then another—two of them now, pumping inside you with that unrelenting pressure that made your hips rock against his face.

“There you go,” he growled against your clit, never stopping. “Taking my fingers so well, baby. God, this pussy’s perfect. So tight. So wet for me.”

You were writhing now, tugging his hair, your thighs shaking as he fucked you with his fingers and sucked your clit like he wanted to keep you pinned to the edge forever.

“Please—Frank—Daddy—I—” You were panting, words falling apart.

He pulled back just long enough to whisper, “Come for me, sweetheart. Let Daddy taste it.”

And you did—loud, desperate, full-body trembling, your fingers yanking at his hair as the orgasm ripped through you, hot and heavy. He moaned into your cunt, licking through it, his fingers still moving gently inside you as you rode every wave.

When the tremors finally eased, when your body sagged back into the bed, boneless and dazed, Frank withdrew his fingers with a slick, satisfied sound. He kissed the inside of your thigh, then up your belly, his body dragging slowly over yours.

You blinked up at him, lips parted, dazed. “I… I wanna touch you, too.”

Frank’s smile was slow and dangerous, the weight of it curling deep in your gut.

“Oh, you will,” he murmured, baritone dropping like a stone into your chest. “But not until I’m sure you’re not done screaming my name.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your open mouth.

“Let Daddy work, baby,” he whispered against your lips, fingers trailing between your legs again. “You’ve still got more in you.”

And you did.

So much more.

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friendly-neighborhood-biderman · 5 months ago

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Make It Up To You

Matt Murdock x reader

(MINORS DNI) 18+‼️‼️

TW: porn with little plot, angst, smut, unprotected pinv (don’t be silly, cover your willy), oral (f!receiving), aftercare, slight blasphemy, body worship

Summary: Matt and you haven’t had any time alone in a while. You are fed up and plan a nice night in and Matt blows you off. Now he has to make it up to you.

This is the first fic i’ve ever written… If it sucks don’t tell me, i’ll cry-

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Matt had a bad habit of working late. It was already difficult for the two of you to get any time together as it was. As soon as he got home, Matt would either leave to go out on patrol or pass out in the bed.

It’d been weeks since you last fucked. You were aching for him. Every look he gave you would have you breathing heavily. All you wanted to do was show up at his office and ride him in his desk chair. Or… have him bend you over his desk. Anything to just get him back inside you.

It was Friday night, and you’d had enough. You called Matt earlier that day and made sure he was planning on coming home on time. You had everyone set up perfectly. A simple dinner date in the living room. Candles being the only lighting, and releasing a delicious aroma into the air. You put on Matt’s favorite dress; A little silk body con that left little to the imagination.

This was three hours ago… Matt should’ve been home on time, and been balls deep in you. He had called saying something came up and that he was sorry. You put the candles out, and put the food in the fridge. Disappointed wasn’t the word, drained was more fitting. Did he not find you attractive anymore? Were you not as important to him?

You took a long shower to try and wash off the sadness. Even tried to get yourself off with your fingers, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Matt. The bed was cold without him. You shivered as you crawled under the covers. All you wanted right now was your lover.

A loud thump woke you from your sleep. Matt groaned as he stripped his suit off. The sounds making you have to clench your thighs together. He turned his head in your direction and grinned, “I know you’re not asleep, sweetheart.”

You scoffed as you rolled over to look at him. His clothes were discarded in the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. “What gave me away?”

Matt got on the bed and crawled over, “Well, your heart was racing, and I could hear you moving around.” He bumped your nose with his as he smiled down at you. You smiled back before a frown took over. You turned your head to avoid looking into Matt’s puppy dog eyes. “What is it, my love?”

“Nothing, Matty. Good night.” You rolled over and closed your eyes. Matt furrowed his brows as he let his surroundings sink in. Remnants of candle smoke and pasta hit his nose. The perfume you only wore on dates was the confirming factor. “That’s why you wanted to make sure I was home on time. This was supposed to be a date… Baby, I-“

“It’s okay, Matty. I just wanted to spend time with you. We hardly ever even see each other anymore.”

Matt slightly grabbed your shoulder and turned you back to him. “It’s not okay, I should’ve kept my word and been here. I’m so sorry I haven’t been the man you deserve. I’m sorry I haven’t been around, sweetheart. Will you let me make it up to you?”

Butterflies spread in your stomach as Matt leaned in closer. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips met. The rough stubble on Matt’s face was one thing you never thought you’d miss, but you did. It was a beautiful contrast to his soft and plump lips. He started to kiss deeper, his tongue moving across your lower lip. You allowed him access and he didn’t even have to fight for dominance. He never did.

His lips started to trail down your jaw. The incredibly intimate moment was exhilarating. He was like a professional when it came to pleasing women. Matt got to your neck and started to leave marks. Marks that you would wear proudly. Marks that you hadn’t seen in so long. He tugged on your, well his, shirt and you pulled it off. A smirk grew on the man’s face at his realization you weren’t wearing a bra. His thumbs hovered over the sensitive buds and you let out a shaky breath. His tongue continued to trace down into the valley of your breasts. He licked up onto your left nipple as started to lightly suck, as he worked the other one with his hand. Matt switched breasts, giving them the same attention.

You were panting and moaning at his slow movements. He knew what he was doing and he knew just how much it drove you crazy. Matt’s fingers slowly drug down your torso. The stopped at the waistband of your panties. His finger dipped into them as your back arched up into his movements. “Matty please, baby! Touch me, taste me, anything,” you breathed out. Matt chuckled at your words.

“As much as I love to listen to you beg, sweetheart, I love the taste of you more.” Matt slowly slid your panties down your legs and tried not to laugh as you squirmed. He laid down in between your thighs and pulled your legs over his shoulders. He nudged your mound with his nose. His hands came up and held your thighs against his head. Matt licked all the way up your slit, collecting your wetness. Your head was burrowed in the pillows. It had been so long since he touched you like this. You both knew you wouldn’t last long. Matt’s tongue prodded your weeping hole. His nose rubbed your clit as his tongue fucked you.

Your world almost ended when Matt’s long fingers took his tongues place. His long digits reaching much further than your own could. His plump lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves. Matt sucked on your sensitive nub and you started to see stars. Your fingers gripped Matt’s fluffy dark hair, needing something to hold on to. He groaned at your movements, and started to dry hump against the end of the bed. To avoid hurting him, you moved your hands to tangle in the sheets instead.

Matt pulled away from your core, chin and nose glistening with your wetness. “Don’t pull away. It felt good, baby.” He guided your hands back into his hair, and dove back into your pussy.

It wasn’t much longer until you started to thrust your hips up into Matt’s movements. Your breath got more shallow, and your grip on your boyfriend’s hair tightened. Your climax crashed against you, back arching off the bed, moaning spilling out, thighs squeezing Matt’s head. He helped you ride out you high, and patted your hips. He pulled back to place gentle kisses on your thighs.

“Baby, I missed you so much. You always make me feel so good. I need more. I need your cock.” Matt took his time crawling back up to hover over you. He leaned down to kiss you, you could taste yourself in his tongue. You moaned into his mouth and rubbed his back as he traced your sides. Your hand slipped down to palm Matt through his boxers. A quiet whimper left his mouth.

Matt quickly slid his boxers down and went back to attacking your mouth. You gripped him at his base and started to move his tip along your slit. More whimpers fell from Matt’s lips. He took your hands held them above your head. He slowly started to push himself inside. It’d been so long, you had forgotten how big he was. The stretch was sinful the way it mixed pain and pleasure. Matt groaned into your ear as he sunk deeper.

Once he bottomed out, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You pulled against Matt’s hand, wanting to touch him. “If you start touching me this won’t last very long, and I have a lot of apologizing to do,” Matt breathed into your neck. Right then, he pulled back and slammed his hips back into yours. It was even better than you remembered. He fit perfectly with you like God had sculpted you for each other.

Your moans got louder as Matt picked up the pace. He removed his hold on your hands, and placed his hand on your throat. One of your hands moved to take down his back and grab onto his ass. The other threaded into his hair. Every time you pulled on the sweaty strands Matt choked out a moan.

Every little sound Matt let out, had you clenching around him. His rhythm got more sporadic, you could tell he was getting close. He could tell too, so he moved one of his hands down to rub small circles in your clit. It wasn’t long after that when stars overtook your vision. Matt’s grunts filled your ears as he finished inside you. His warm seed filling you up.

Matt had his head resting between your breasts as he came down from his high. Your fingers rubbing his scalp nearly sent him to sleep right there. He placed a kiss on your sternum before getting up. You whined at the loss of contact and Matt chuckled. Next thing you knew, Matt was back pulling your legs apart to clean you up. You winced as he placed the cloth against your sensitive cunt. “Sorry, angel..” Matt trailed off as he continued.

After you both were cleaned off, Matt crawled back under the covers. He curled into your side, laying his head upon your chest and gently rubbing your stomach and sides. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much, sweetheart. You don’t deserve that. From now on, you just say the word and I’ll come crawling home to you.”

“I love you, so much, Matty,” you whispered into Matt’s hair.

“I love you more than anything else in this world, angel.”

#matt murdock #fanfic #daredevil #smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #daredevil born again #marvel

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artssslut2 · 1 year ago

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It’s Perfect

Art x reader x Patrick

Summary: you and Art are finally finding out the gender of your baby.

Previous Part: Not What Hes Made For

You were six months pregnant with you and your husbands Art’s first baby. You were feeling so much better now than you did in your first trimester Art was very relieved. You had some pretty intense mood swings though and every time you saw Art you wanted him more than ever. Art was exhausted from how often you needed him to fuck you, but he wasn’t complaining. Today was finally the day you were gonna find out the gender of the baby, you would’ve found out earlier but you had been so busy traveling with Art on tour. Art had one month of the tour left than you guys could get into full baby prepping mode because he would mostly be training and going to a few close matches and tournaments. You both were dying to know the gender of your baby, you were sure it was a boy and Art was sure it was a girl so did Patrick. There was a lot of competitiveness in your relationship but only fun stuff never serious.

You were standing at your full length mirror finishing your makeup before the appointment, Art just got back from training. He came into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek and putting his hands under your growing bump. As you suspected Art could not keep his hands off your belly, he was even more protective of you now then he had been in the past. Always holding you close to him at events, matches, interviews. Art would talk to the baby every single night before bed telling them about his day and how excited he was to meet them.

“Art your all sweaty! Go shower” you laughed pushing him away playfully,

“I can’t stay away from you it’s too hard you’re just so sexy” he said desperately, he had definitely been obsessed with you since he got you pregnant. You kissed him before he went to take a shower.

You and your husband sat in the waiting room hand in hand waiting to be called.

“Are you nervous?” He looked at you smiling, his leg bouncing with anxiety

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” You blurted out unsure of how you felt. Art chuckled,

“I’m nervous. I don’t know why but I am. I really don’t care what the baby is.” He admitted, you smiled at him giving his hand a tight squeeze when the nurse called your name.

“Y/N Donaldson” you loved hearing Donaldson at the end of your name, you always smiled after someone said it.

The nurse squirted gel on your stomach as you leaned back still holding Arts hand

“Are you two finding out the sex today?”

“Yes” you both said in unison.

The appointment felt so long, all routine stuff then finally the doctor came in and asked

“Ready to find out what your baby is?” You both just nodded eagerly. You could feel how nervous Art was. The doctor moved the wand around your growing belly for a minute, she smiled to herself before looking at the two of you

“It looks like the two of you are having a little… girl.” She said smiling. You felt your heart pounding, you couldn’t help the huge smile on your face. You laughed with joy then looked up at your husband. He has the biggest smile you had ever seen him have, big tears welling in his eyes falling down his face. He leaned over you to hug you.

“Oh my gosh” you said now your eyes tearing up too. Art kissed your head then your lips. You didn’t notice the doctor had left the room. Art was still wrapped around you crying.

“Thank you.” He murmured,

“For what?” You asked pulling him up to look at you.

“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted” he told you. You kissed him while smiling.

You both sat in the car on the drive home,

“You were right you know.” You told your husband moving some hair from his forehead,

“About what?” He glanced at you

“It’s a girl, just like you thought.” You smiled stroking his arm

“Oh yeah I guess I was right. It’s kind of a pattern lately.” He teased, you laughed bumping his arm playfully.

As you pulled into your driveway you saw a familiar car already there, Patrick’s. You’d always find Patrick at your house even if he wasn’t invited, neither of you minded though he was family. Art ran around to your door opening it and helping you out of the car. You didn’t really need help but art didn’t want you to have to do any extra work when you were carry his baby. You walked into the house seeing Patrick bent down by the fridge rummaging through it.

“You guys took forever. What is it, do I have a niece or nephew?” He asked hurrying towards you two. You and art shared a loving look

“A girl.” Art smiled proudly, Patrick’s face lit up

“No way! We were right?” He nearly jumped into Arts arms, you laughed watching the two

“Yes we were right!” Art cheered. Patrick came over to you and carefully pulled you into a big hug, the best he could at least due to your bump that was a lot bigger than the last time he saw it. This was the first time Patrick had seen either of you in months since you left for tour.

“Jesus Christ your huge, fuck!” Patrick said pulling away and looking at you.

“Patrick!” Art pushed him, then you all broke out into a laugh knowing Patrick didn’t mean any harm.

“Hey let’s all go out to eat and celebrate you have no food here. On me!” Patrick said pulling you both out the door “I’ll call y/f/n she can meet us there” Patrick said trying not to make a big deal. You and Art shared a smirk knowing it was getting serious between them. Patrick never brought girls around like this.

Dinner was so much fun it felt so good to be home for a few nights, seeing your friends updating them on the baby and life lately. Them doing the same. It was very obvious that Patrick was in love with y/f/n he had never been like this before. So touchy feely and affectionate, making sure she was having fun and happy. It was really sweet. Art always had a hand on you, most of the times on your little girl. He was so in love with you and all you were doing to give him a family.

Later that night you and Art were laying in bed watching tv, Art was rubbing your feet as he did every night even if you didn’t ask.

“I was thinking about names.” You told him making him look back at you curiously.

“Yeah?” He asked coming up to lay by you.

“I want to name her after someone special” you said stroking his bicep “I was thinking since your grandmothers name was Lilian what if we name the baby Lily?” Art just looked at you, for a second you thought he didn’t like it

“I’ve always really liked the name. And I thought it would be nice since you know it’s not exactly the same but it’s still similar and I-“ you rambled like you did when you got nervous

“Really?” Art asked looking like he was gonna start crying again “you would do that?”

“Of course. I mean I loved your grandma too and it’s a beautiful name but if you don’t like it-“

“No I love it l. It’s perfect.” He said in awe of you, placing a hand over your belly. Now you were crying at least you could blame hormones.

“Lily Donaldson.” You said processing the name,

“Lily Donaldson.” He repeated smiling happily.

“It feel so much more real now” you said to him,

“Yeah it does, I can’t wait to meet you Lily girl” Art said kissing your belly. That is where he fell asleep. That’s where he slept more often than not nowadays. Your little girl already had her dad wrapped around her finger.

#art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #challengers fic #patrick zweig #art #art donaldson fluff #tashi duncan #challangers

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katnisspeetaprim · 2 years ago

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Lost Keys and Soaked Clothes

Warnings: angst, being cold from rain, swearing, established relationship Hope this is good for you! I've been finding inspiration hard recently so I tried my best!

Word Count: 1130 M.list

Your little Fiat that you’d had since you passed your test had finally clonked out on you, so you were currently down a car until you found a new one. That’s why you found yourself in a pickle when you had an important doctors appointment, and no way to get there.

Being the amazing boyfriend he is, Jungkook didn’t even bat an eye at offering you the keys to his shiny new Mercedes Benz. Needless to say, you were hesitant to accept the keys from him.

‘Just take them, I trust you!’ He laughed as he jangled the keys in front of you and you just stared at him with a frown.

‘Can’t you drive? You know how I feel about driving such an expensive car...’ You trailed off at the end. When he first got the car, he was excited to show off the fancy machine to you and insisted that you test drove it with him. He neglected to tell you how much it actually cost until you were driving down the road, causing you to slam the breaks on and demand he switch back to driving. Luckily the street was deserted.

‘Come on, you’re being dramatic.’ He rolled his eyes and basically forced the keys into your palm. ‘Besides, you know I would, but I have important meetings today.’ He smiled apologetically and turned to wonder down the hallway, before speaking over his shoulder as he walked.

‘I don’t know why you’re worrying so much. You’re a good driver.’ Jungkook laughed as you sulked to the front door and mumbling under your breath,

‘This is going to be the slowest I’ve ever driven...’

Turns out, Jungkook’s car was a piece of cake to drive, much smoother than your own car, so now you felt silly about the way you reacted earlier.

It was dark and pouring rain by the time you returned home. The car park for the gated community was in a covered lot, but unfortunately you would still have to brave the elements to get to your apartment complex.

You sighed in relief as you all but fell into the warm building reception and pulled down your soaked hood. You brushed the droplets of water from your bag, before beginning to dig through.

Ok. You had your elevator pass... But where the heck are Jungkook’s car keys!? Your eyes widened and your heartbeat accelerated as you practically dumped the contents of your bag out to no avail. You had them a moment ago... How could you loose them!?

‘Crap! What am I going to do?’ You whispered to yourself, ignoring the strange look the building caretaker shot you. You couldn’t go back to the apartment without the keys, Jungkook trusted you after all.

Without even pulling your hood back up, you rushed back out into the chilling rain. You had to have dropped them between the parking lot and the front door of the complex, so all you had to do was re trace your steps... Simple.

No, not simple. You’d been frantically searching the ground for about an hour with no luck. You were shivering and your hands were scratched up and numb, due to you digging around the gardens, just in case.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed out in frustration. You couldn’t take it out here anymore. You were drenched in rain and your coat was definitely soaked through. You also began to feel unwell because of how cold you actually were.

You dejectedly trudged back into your building, trying not to cry. You didn’t want to face Jungkook, but you knew you needed to warm up, before you made yourself any sicker. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Jungkook was immediately on you, tightly gripping onto your upper arms.

‘Where were you!?’ You gasped out and stared up at him wide eyed and mouth hung open. You weren’t expecting to come face to face with him as soon as you opened the door, let alone be grabbed like that.

‘I-I-‘ He cut you off before you could even get your words out.

‘I’ve been calling you none stop! I thought something happened to you!’ He shook you slightly as he screamed at you. You hadn’t even heard your phone ringing, having been too preoccupied with searching for his keys.

His grip on your arms was so tight now, that it was starting to hurt. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, he was just worried about you, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

‘Ah! Kook you’re hurting me!’ Jungkook instantly snapped out of whatever state his mind was in and his face softened as he immediately backed up.

‘I-I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, I was just scared something happened...’ You rubbed your arms when he let go and you unconsciously took a step back. Jungkook was hurt that you felt the need to back away from him, but he also understood why you had.

‘It’s fine.’ You sighed and took a step back towards him, reaching out to take his hand. ‘I should have been paying attention to my phone.’

‘Where were you anyway?’ He sighed as his eyes met yours, but you couldn’t keep the contact and stared down to your feet. Your shoes had made a muddy mess on the wooden floor...You couldn’t hide it from him.

‘I uh... IlostyourcarkeysandIwastryingtofindthem!’ You suddenly blurted out, taking him by surprise.

‘Wait... What?’ He stared at you, eyebrows raised in confusion. You took a deep breath and spoke slower this time.

‘I dropped your car keys and I tried to retrace my steps but I couldn’t find them and then-‘

‘Babe!’ Jungkook cut off your ramblings and grabbed your arms again, but much more gently this time. He let out a short laugh before shaking his head.

‘I don’t care about some stupid keys! I can replace keys, but I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me...’ You nodded with a sad smile as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You sighed out in relief when his warm skin made contact with your frozen form.

As soon as he Jungkook made contact with you, he jumped away just as fast, almost as if he’d ben stung by something.

‘Shit you’re freezing!’ It was just now that he’d calmed down that he noticed the state you were actually in. Soaking wet.

‘You need to get out of those clothes before you get sick!’ He gently grabbed your wrist and led you to the bathroom, where he proceeded to run you a warm bath, and pamper you for the rest of the night.

If you knew this is how he’d react to you loosing his keys, you would have done it way sooner.

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #smut #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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writingwhimsey · 8 months ago

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Hey! I just loved your earlier hc of Hideyoshi and Yukimura 🩵🩵. They are my favorite ikesen suitors.💓✨. Can I request another where we can see Hideyoshi and Yukimura as dad and taking care of their newborns ✌🏻✨

Thank you for the ask! This was fun to write! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff Headcanon: Suiter taking care of their newborn baby

Suitors: Hideyoshi Ikesen & Yukimura

Warnings: Uh...mentions of poopy diapers? But mostly just fluff.

Hideyoshi

It’s the middle of the night and you’re being woken up once again. It’s time for another feeding. “I’ve got the baby. You go back to sleep.” Hideyoshi tells you, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “You’ve already done enough.”

You smile, grateful for how attentive Hideyoshi is and how much he wants to be involved. “Thank you.” You then lay back as Hideyoshi gets up to tend to your newborn. Even though Hideyoshi had told you to go back to sleep, you couldn’t help but to watch him.

Hideyoshi scoops your newborn up into his arms, cradling them to his chest. “Shh, shh, it’s alright, Papa has you.” He speaks soothingly to the baby.

You watch as he delicately feeds and changes the baby, taking care to be so gentle with each action. He doesn’t complain as he changes what appears to be a particularly nasty poopy diaper. Once he has your infant fed and changed, he’s cradling them in his arms and sitting down, gently rocking the baby.

He hums as he rocks the baby, a gentle smile on his face, a loving and warm look in his eyes. You can’t help but to have a similar smile on your own face as you watch him with your newborn. You slowly drift off to sleep while thinking about what a wonderful father Hideyoshi is.

Yukimura

It had been weeks since you had given birth. And it had been just as long since you’d gone into town with friends. Yukimura had volunteered to stay home with the baby while you went out with your friends for a few hours. You’re hesitant, but he insists he can handle the baby.

“I’ve got this. I’m a parent, too.” He assures you.

“Alright.” You agree and leave, giving Yukimura a kiss on the cheek and pecking your baby on the forehead as they rest in his arms.

“Alright, a day with, Papa.” Yukimura says, looking down at the sleeping infant. Within minutes, the baby begins to cry. Yukimura starts rocking the baby in his arms. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” He tries to soothe the baby. It takes a bit of effort, but Yukimura manages to soothe the baby.

While you are away, Yukimura tends to your child. The baby gets fussy at times and sometimes…. He gets a little overwhelmed. When those times happens, he’ll seek the advice of Shingen or Sasuke…Shingen is the most helpful.

When he has to deal with a particularly nasty diaper, Yukimura is gagging and holding his kimono up over his nose. “How can someone so small poop so much?!” He exclaims as he cleans up the baby.

Yukimura then tries to settle the baby down for a nap. Every time he sets the baby down, they start crying. But instantly settles when resting on his chest. Yukimura sighs as he settles against a wall, cradling the baby to his chest. He looks down at the sleeping infant and a smile comes to his face. “You and your mom really are the best thing to ever happen to me.” He whispers to the baby.

When you return home, you find Yukimura sitting leaned against the wall, your baby cradles to his chest and both of them sound asleep. You can’t help but to smile as you look at them. This life was better than anything you could have imagined.

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#400 follower celebration #whimsey event #ikesen #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen yukimura #hideyoshi toyotomi #yukimura sanada #ikemen sengoku #headcanon #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series #fanfic #otome boys #cybird #fanfiction

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rivetgoth · 6 months ago

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do you have any not so great club nights you wouldn't mind to share? i'm referencing the nowhere post you did

This is such an auspicious ask because I was literally JUST earlier thinking about reblogging that post and sharing one specific story, this gives me an even better avenue to do so :)

One of the most hilariously bad club nights of my life—maybe even the all time worst?—was this night that we went to years back that was the first time I ever did molly lol. It was a newer night and Angel and I had gone once before to feel out the vibe and it had been pretty fun at the time so we thought it would be fun to get a group of friends to all go to the next one. The theme was gonna be medical kink which alllll of us were into so we were really hype. I had the cutest outfit put together for it; since I’m a puppy I wore my pup gear but I bought a doggy cone online to wear with my gear like I had just gotten surgery, it was really really cute. I’d never done MDMA but at that point basically everyone I knew had and had reported having a great time and so I thought it would be a fun environment to do it.

But dude it was SO bad. From beginning to end. Angel and I bought our tickets in advance but our friends didn’t and we didn’t realize it was FIFTY DOLLARS at the door to get in. For reference the majority of events here range from free to like. $15 max unless there’s also a show or something (there was not). Nobody was there. When we went the first time the VIP tables were packed but this time they were literally completely empty. Music was not lit. Staff was really weirdly rude; I have NEVER been to a club prior to or after that where I felt like I’d be in trouble for being on drugs there lmao. Cheap liquor+mixer drinks were $25 and my friend got fucked over and they accidentally charged her like $60 for a single drink and then told her they couldn’t manually refund her and she’d have to dispute with the bank later. Worst part is that our friends ON ME AND ANGEL’S RECOMMENDATION had invited a group of THEIR friends who had NEVER BEEN TO A GOTH NIGHT BEFORE 😭

Then that same night I found out that molly really, really doesn’t agree with me 🥴 I’ve tried it in better environments and can confidently report this was actually unrelated to the bad vibes of the club itself; it would’ve happened no matter what. It turns out MDMA has the opposite effect on me that it has for others and when I take it everything gets sluggish and slow and I get really introverted and don’t want to be around people, and since I’ve never done this substance before I start freaking out thinking I’m like dying, I’m like in the bathroom with Angel and she’s trying to reassure me I’m fine while I’m there having a panic attack half naked in my puppy gear and cone and this group of people we don’t even know who paid $50 to get in are getting their first ever impression of a goth night this way LMFAO. Angel and I ended up leaving before midnight that night!! That’s how bad it was. We just drove home and spent the rest of the night laying in bed listening to music while I waited for the high to end. It was so terrible in the goofiest way possible. A friend says her most vivid memory of that night was just seeing me in the corner in my cone with my pupils blown out looking like I’m going crazy.

The reality is like, when you go out often you are bound to have bad club nights. And “bad” is very broad here. That might mean the vibe itself is dangerous or weird, it might mean it’s just not very fun, you get into an argument, something out of your control goes wrong… I’ve had club nights where I’ve ended up crying on the smoking patio, where the plumbing system in the building broke down and they had to kick everyone out in the middle of the night with no warning, nights where the vibes were just super off and we left ASAP because it didn’t feel safe, nights where the music is just really not good, where the wrong people show up, where I’ve gotten a migraine out of nowhere… it just comes with putting yourself out there into the world and embracing the multitude of possibilities that comes with being in the nightlife. For every weird / unpleasant night there’s going to be completely transcendent euphoric nights that remind you of what the whole point of being alive is. And best of all, even the bad nights often become funny or memorable or even sweet and nostalgic stories. The night I cried on the smoking patio I remember it was early January and freezing and a stranger let me borrow his jacket. “You look like you need it more than me but you have to promise to give it back.”

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thesolaireslawyer · 11 months ago

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Not Fair

TW - Cursing, If You Look Hard Enough Slight NSFW,

WC - 1072

AN- well here it is the long-awaited part 2 of David Shaw was paying attention! I hope it was worth the wait{ I couldn't remember if the cat was male or female- mb.. like a slight David x Asher type thing- matching word count was not intended}

It’s not fair. You should be here with me. You should be here. Smiling, laughing, and gossiping with Asher. You should be here! You should be annoying the shit out of me. You should be here. Angel.. I miss you so fucking much. God theirs so much I wish I could say..

But I'm reduced to say it right here. Over a gravestone with your name on it. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come here. Every day is harder than it needs to be. Waking up without you in my arms hurts. My mind likes to convince me that you’re in the living room playing Minecraft.

Funny enough.. I’ve been playing Minecraft more. I wanted to see what you loved about that game so much… angel the last thing I expected to see when I opened the world biome I started on. Was an entire pack of wolves..

I would have been offended to see the name, Davey.. But now the only thing I want is to hear you say it one more time. Run my hands over your body.. Had I known..God.. I just miss you so much.. Things are so much harder without you.

I haven’t spent the night in the house since your passing. It's too quiet.. The pack has taken to watching over me. Or sleepovers is what they’ve taken to calling it. I'm not the world's smartest man. But I'm not stupid either… even when you’re not here..

Talking to you is easy. It's a bit funny.. You get to meet my mom before I ever did. Micheal stopped by earlier, he couldn’t bring himself to come to the service. And he felt bad about it.

I'm sure you wouldn’t have minded.. But he did drop off your cat.. The one I said I wasn’t going to take care of. His new partner is allergic to cats.. Originally he was going to give her to us after the trip.. But you know how that turned out.

So he gave her to me. And I’m starting to see why Milo keeps a cat. Though she’s a gremlin just like you…. Were… it’s nice having a reminder of you.. But the main reason for today's visit.. It will be the first day I'm spending the night alone back in the house.

Of course, asher is trying to come over. He wants to make sure I eat. As if he could properly cook something. The last thing I'm going to let his ass do is burn the damn cabinets again. Though he’s been the biggest help.

He’s even been getting into fewer arguments with Christian.. However, I feel that's more of them building a good relationship. But I don’t know.. I haven’t been focusing on my alpha duties. I took a break from some of the jobs. Milo and Amanda have been covering for me.

But I know I’ll have to get back to work soon. As much as I wished the world would stop so that I could permanently sit here and cry like I want to. I can’t.. I know I can’t.. I’m an alpha let alone the alpha of one of the strongest packs in Dahlia..

I’ll have to go soon..but I want to say sorry.. I know I wasn’t the best partner.. I was an ass, a prick.. Any name really. It’d probably fit. These words don’t mean much now that you’re gone. But I still needed you to hear them.

But do I remember the things you have taught me. You’ve taught me things I needed to know. Things I’ve needed to grow. Angel, you still teach me things while you're gone. Your cat teaches me things too. I brought her a bed. But she likes to sleep in our bed..

Or well mine now. I think the reason I’ve been so scared to be alone in the house is because we got it together. It was supposed to be our forever home. But without you it’s quiet. And doesn’t feel like home.. Or at least our home anymore.

Your memory haunts the place. Everywhere I go in that house. I get reminded of what I lost… what the world lost. I still remember the nights I had to force you to get off of that damn computer. You did so much for me. And yet I can’t return.. The favor… Angel something I’ve come to realize, as time passes..

Yes, I still think it’s not fair you got taken away. From the people you loved and cared about. Yes, it will be hard to live life without you. But.. what you’ve taught me is things will get better.

I will keep opening up more.. I will keep living. You will never not be on my mind. But your memory has and will make me stronger.. And the pack has my back more than ever.. Sometimes I wonder if that's the influence you had on them..

They most definitely see through my bullshit now. I know that's something you taught them.. You and Ash.. learning to accept you’re gone hurts. It hurts a lot.. But..i know things will get better. Angel.. I love you. And I always will.

David stands, brushing off his jeans and wiping the tears off his face. It was getting late and he needed to get home. His furry friend would be upset if he was late. He took one long look at the gravestone. Forget-me-nots were growing around it. He laughed a little as another tear rolled down his face. And made his way to his car. As got in the car and went to adjust the rearview mirror.

He saw a familiar face.. With a matching smile.

‘’ Good job Davey ‘’

And that moment he couldn’t help but break into tears.. And laughs. His angel would do something like this. Or find a way to do something like this. They’ve always been like that. He started the car and that face stayed for most of the ride. They even had a conversation.. Before he had to say goodbye for the final and last time.

His angel was floating with the angels. And probably telling his mom all about him. As well as gossiping with his dad. Time will heal this wound. But for now, he’s allowed to grieve.

#you can fight me on this one but angel most def has a collection of wolves named after everyone in the pack.#even a memorial for Gabe #redacted audio #redacted David #redacted angel #redacted Gabe #they even have a wolf for sam that they keep locked up all day and let him out during the night #yes this is in the same directive as my sam story idc- it my favourite way to write.#anyways if i feel up too it I'll probly write an inversion piece - but this turned out better than i thought it would #THE FLOWER CHOICE WAS SPECIFIC

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pmak2002 · 5 months ago

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Shelter from the storms of life.

Joan is shocked when she finds Bob on the other side of her door at five o clock in the morning. He’s covered in vomit and his eyes are red and tear stained. He appears drunk that’s what she believes

Its when he whines “Joanie.” And steps back to puke on her porch and almost stumbling backwards down her porch steps. That she scrambles to steady him as he throws up. As soon as he’s done. She yanks him inside. She had noticed panic in his voice and his words aren’t slurred but she knows something is wrong.

“Goodness Bobby what the hell where you doing out there?! It’s five o clock!” She snapped once he was dripping wet and shivering in her foyer. “Are you hurt? What happened?” She’s says worry laced in her voice. She immediately looks him up and down. She doesn’t notice any sign of physical injury.

“Sick, hurt all over, can’t sleep.” Bob says panting.

“And you walked here?”

He nods. She guides him straight to the bathroom. He shivers and coughs. She’s not used to Bob saying outright what’s wrong so hearing him admit it so fast worries her a bit.

She strips off his wet clothes and tosses them aside. Then starts a warm bath for him.

Bob whines and coughs.

“Bobby.” She says softly. Not wanting to scare him off. “What happened? Please tell me what made you walk here?” She asked gently.

“I don’t feel good Joanie i feel bad really bad. Everything hurts.” Bob starts to cry. She’s not used to him being upset but she quickly uses her thumb to wipe the tears.

“Oh you really are sick!” She cooed worriedly

She helped him into the tub. He sighed heavily as he sat down in the warm water. Joan helped him wash up then she grabbed him some clothes he kept over at her place when he stayed over.

Once she had a clean pair of boxers and pjs for Bob. She went back to help Bob change into the clean clothes.

She helped Bob change into the clean and dry clothes. After she finished helping him she kissed his nose.

Bob’s stomach started to gurgle and bubble. Bob rushed over to the toilet and opened the lid in time for him to vomit. Joan rushed to his side and rubbed his back.

Bob began to cry and shake with panic in his glassy fever eyes. He whimpered and coughed. “There’s nothing left Joanie why am I still getting sick? It hurts!” He wailed.

“Oh Bobby it’s ok.” She rubbed his back and grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. “Want to be carried?” She asked. Bob was often clingy when he felt sick and when he was in pain or too tired to walk. Joan would carry him to bed.

Childish? yes but Joan wanted to help him in anyway she could. She loved the idiot why wouldn’t she want to be there for him.?

Bob nodded and reached up for Joan to pick him up and carry him to bed. He almost fell asleep in her arms.

“Joan don’t feel good.” Bob whined.

“Shh I know Bobby here.” She got him comfy under the blankets and kissed his feverish forehead. Then went to get him water even though he’d probably puke it up she wanted to avoid him getting dehydrated.

“Stomach hurts Joanie.” He whined when he was offered the water.

“Small sips ok? I want to avoid you getting too sick. It’ll feel better I promise.” She says to him.

He sits up in bed bleary eyed and somehow looking more ragged than he had earlier when he had been puking on her porch in the rain.

He carefully sipped the water testing to see if his stomach could handle it. He was relieved when he didn’t cough it up.

Joan left to grab something for him to use as a puke receptacle. She found a bucket and grabbed a towel to put it on the floor by his de of her bed.

“I’m sorry your stomach is all messed up Bobby.” She said as she placed the towel and the bucket on top of it.

Bob shrugs “I don’t know why I’m sick Joanie. Ever since I’ve gotten home my head has been swimming and my stomach hurts.”

He begins to cry and shake. Immediately Joan crawls next to him and immediately wraps him in her arms. Forgetting he has to initiate contact first. But instead of pulling away or turning away from her. He’s melting into her arms. She kisses his head and lets his tears coat her pajama shirt.

Seeing Bob like this is scaring her and she hopes the emotional outbursts are from his fever which is probably causing him to get upset.

Joan starts to sing as she holds Bob against her. Bob settles down a little and she watches as he lifts his head up a little to hear her better. She uses her thumb to wipe his tears. She helps him rest his head on her chest.

She sang to him until he fell asleep. She stayed up watching him. His face of panic was gone and he seemed settled.

She hated seeing her good friend suffer like this. Whatever had caused him to walk all the way to her house in the middle of the night as it down pouring.

She realized he must have started panicking feeling so sick and alone. So he had left to find her. She was grateful to be his comfort person. She cuddled him close and kissed him. She would always be there to help Bobby through the storms of life.

The tour had clearly beaten him down and she was glad he could get the rest he needed with her help.

#bob dylan #bob dylan and joan baez #joan baez #a complete unknown #Bob Dylan fanfic #Bob Dylan sickfic #real person fiction #hurt/comfort

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imstarlostt · 2 years ago

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“Surprise ?”

Hwang Hyunjin x (Insecure) Idol Fem.reader

Playlist: at the bottom

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(Reader’s POV)

Everything felt wrong.

Like I couldn’t breathe anymore like I couldn’t even live anymore.

I worked all day in my studio trying to cheer myself up ever since I hadn’t slept all night. My members were all back at the dorm, we had a day off but I still decided to spend it here at the studio. I wanted to work but my mind was clouded by some troubled thoughts.

I had recently posted a picture on my Instagram account, it was the first time I posted something ever since me and the other members had our own accounts. I thought I looked pretty in the picture, for once. The people in the comments didn’t think the same way.

I had recently been all alone, ever since Hyunjin left for the tour. I was alone at home, the bed felt cold and no one was there to comfort me if I needed help. The fact that there was no laughter, no one talking. It was just me & my thoughts…I felt worse than ever. All these comments didn’t help, last night when I came back home, I didn’t eat. I felt so bad…

I went to sleep or at least tried to sleep and I ended up pulling an all-nighter. This morning when I woke up, I looked so pale and my eye bags didn’t help my state. If Hyunjin would’ve been there it wouldn’t have happened. He would’ve soothed me.. but unfortunately you cannot always get what you want in life.

People were writing things like “You’re fat” or “🤮🤮”. I felt nauseous, I never thought a single picture could make people feel this way. They were probably right… I was fat..

Now I felt like I didn’t deserve Hyunjin, I had always been insecure about my body and he always had let me know that he loved me and my body. He always said I was perfect just the way I was. But there was a part of me that still didn’t believe him completely. And that part of me has grown a lot in the past few days. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I felt like breaking up with him would be best…

It would be best for the both of us, he could find someone better, prettier, and I could work on myself. So when he would come back from the tour I would tell him, tell him how I truly feel about us.

For now, I will stay here trying to write songs for our next comeback. I needed to focus on something else.

When the evening came I walked back home listening to “K” by Cigarettes After Sex. Ever since winter had come, the sun was getting low earlier and the dark took place earlier. It made me feel weird but it was comforting. I had my coat on and every time I breathed from my mouth fog was created.

I got to my front porch, my hand shook as I unlocked the door. I felt sad suddenly, the fact that I was finally home and I could cry if I wanted to, made me feel overwhelmed. I opened the door and I took a shaky breath in, as tears formed in my eyes. I let my keys fall to the table next to the stairs as I put my coat on the hanger next to the front door.

Suddenly I could feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. As I pulled it out I saw the contact name, it was Hyunjin, he was calling me… but why ?

Isn’t he busy ? He doesn’t have time for me…

I answered the call as I put on a smile on my face trying to ignore my sadness. “Hi ?” Hyunjin’s voice answered, “Hi angel” I smiled at the tone of his voice as I leaned on the wall. “Are you okay ?” I asked, “Yeah, I got a surprise for you..” I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. “A surprise ?” I asked, “Yeah a surprise… Can you do something for me angel ?” I hummed, “Close your eyes for me okay ?” I closed my eyes “Great now relax..”

I relaxed my shoulders as I kept my eyes closed.

I suddenly felt arms wrapping around my waist as the line of my phone beeped, indicating the call had ended. “Hey angel” I heard Hyunjin whisper in my ear as my eyes opened. I backed up against the wall, as tears filled my eyes. “Hyunjin…” I stared at him with glossy eyes.

“Angel.. what’s wrong ?” He stepped back as he took a look at me. “Why.. why are you here..?” Hyunjin frowned. “To see you… I came back from tour an hour ago.. thought I’d surprise you” I stuttered. “I-I…” Hyunjin wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled me towards him. “Shh.. it’s okay.. I’m here baby” I cried in his arms.

“I know… I know why you’re like this and you shouldn’t.. it’s okay baby” I cried harder “I saw the comments..” I felt like my walls had come down. “You’re so beautiful… my baby” I tightened my grip against him not wanting to let go.

“I don’t deserve you..” Hyunjin let out a small sigh. “No… I don’t deserve you” he sighed softly, “You know…” he pulled away. “I get these comments every time I post something too.. I bet you didn’t even notice the ones telling you, you were pretty… you only focused on the bad ones” He smiled softly as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You’re so beautiful my love, it's not because five people said the opposite that it means it’s true…”

“They’re probably jealous anyway” he hugged me back again. “I’m here… I’m here now and I’m not leaving for a good while alright..?” I nodded against his chest. “Everything will be alright..” I closed my eyes as I felt his heartbeat ringing in my ears.

“I love you.. more than anything in the world” I smiled as I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “I love you too”, he kissed me softly, everything felt just right… just like it used to be. He was home and it felt like home at last…

Word count: 1k

Playlist:

-Here With Me by d4vd

-K by Cigarettes After Sex

-Daylight by David Kushner

-The Beach by The Neighbourhood

-Space song by Beach House

-Creep by Radiohead

-Never Felt so Alone by Labrinth

#hwang hyujin imagines #hyunjin #sadnees #skz hyunjin #skz fluff #kpop imagines #skz imagines #skz comfort #stray kids #skz reactions #skz x reader #skz x you #skz hwang hyunjin

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gx-gameon · 1 year ago

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I just read Jaden in 5DS era AU and I want to know if that is part of the Yugi adopts Jaden AU or Canon Jaden.

Also about BBT in the Jaden Muto AU, what is Jaden feeling the entire time? It isn't everyday you team up with the younger self of your dad XD

The 5Ds era Au will probably be cannon Jaden.

I want it to be approachable to any reader. The Yugi Adopts Jaden au is going to have a lot going on in it already.

I also haven’t decided if Jaden will go home at the end of that Au. I think Jesse will come forward in time and they will join the 5Ds crew going forward. And if that is the ending, Jaden gaining new friends and now the “Robin” of the crew. Then I don’t know if I want to connect it to Yugi adopts Jaden since Jaden won’t come home. He’d miss having like 30 years with his dads and that’s super sad.

But let’s focus on your second question.

In the Yugi adopts Jaden Au the bonds beyond time movie is wild.

Because Jaden is currently traveling the globe. Helping out where needed and just finding himself again. He hears that Zane/Syrus’s cyber dragon has been stolen and he’s looking for it, when Jesse calls. Rainbow Dragon has been taken. That is not something Jaden can allow to happen.

Personally I love the idea that Jesse actually met up/ran into Jaden in Venice. Maybe he was looking for his friend. Maybe he was there for a tournament and bumped into Jaden. Maybe they arranged to meet there or Jesse was surprising his friend. (I’ve read some great fics like this)

Either way Jesse is with Jaden when Rainbow Dragon is stolen. Jaden watches as Jesse loses a member of his family and swears to get it back, rushing off before Jesse can follow.

By the time Jesse catches up the square is already destroyed and Jaden is already with Yusei.

But back to topic.

In this au Jaden mets Yusei and everything goes according to plan, until they travel back in time and met Yugi.

Holy cow is this weird for Jaden. That’s his Dad!! But he’s young and the millennium puzzle hangs around his neck and Jaden knows what that means. This is back when Yugi and Atem shared a body.

But Yugi is crying because Grandpa is dead? And the whole square blew up. Jaden’s head is spinning. Gramps can’t be dead! No that’s not right. Gramps had just called him not even a week ago and the old man was still as sharp as ever. He couldn’t be dead.

Worse this is Yugi before he adopted Jaden. Jaden didn’t know it at the time, but now that he’s the same age that Yugi was when he adopted him Jaden understands how much Yugi sacrificed to take him in. To be his dad. And he knows a lot of that was only possible because of Gramps. Sure things changed when Oto-san and Dad got married but earlier on it was Yugi and Solomon taking care of him. Atem to after he adjusted to living in the modern era.

If Gramps died then would Yugi even be able to take Jaden in? Would they even meet? And he feels awful for think it. After all he shouldn’t be thinking about himself right now. But his whole reality depends on this one going right.

Plus he hates seeing his dad cry.

Paradox had stolen Jesse’s family member, killed Jaden’s great grandpa and made his dad cry. Jaden’s going after him with all he has.

The duel itself is awesome. Dueling along side Yugi and Atem when they shared a body is so weird yet also one of the coolest things ever because he can see both their strategies at play and how they seamlessly blend them.

Yusei is an amazing duelist to and Jaden is honestly having the time of his life fighting beside them. He’s going to have to make it a goal to meet Yusei again.

They win and Jaden gets returned to his time (successfully) and says goodbye to Yusei. (They will met again)

He mets up with Jesse to return Rainbow Dragon and tell him about his adventure. While doing so he realizes he needs to call to people. He calls grandpa first just because he wants to make sure the old man is alright. (He’s just fine and over joyed to hear from Jaden) second he calls his dad and Uncle Atem.

He tries to dance around it but the both just laugh and say that they remember him. It’s really weird. They didn’t have these memories before today. But whatever alternate reality Jaden and Yusei had stopped from happening by meeting up with Yugi must have merged with their own.

Yugi didn’t seek Jaden out because of their duel against paradox. Their meeting was complete accident or fate depending on how you want to see it. But now that he has those memories he, Jaden and Atem can all discuss the duel and Yusei.

#yugi moto #yugi mutou #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #dad yugi #spiritshipping #bonds beyond time #yusei fudo

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foxes-that-run · 2 years ago

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do you think Hits Different is haylor coded?

Hi, to me it is, though I think it is ambiguous as I think Taylor's feelings might have been. Aaron indicated it was an earlier song on Midnights. It was possibly written not very long after Renegade.

Timeline

Aaron mentioned it as one of the songs they wrote together, he mentioned it when saying they wrote High Infidelity in L.A. after Taylor saw Harry at the 2021 Grammy's. He mentioned The Great War also. (31 mins in Broken Record podcast)

I guess this somewhat depends on one's view of the Joever timeline and the Haylor aspects of Folklore. At that time Harry wrote As it was and LOML which are about moving on and there was a lot of reporting around OW.

Video

In this pretty unsettling short she wore an Opal, Taylor's worn Opals since 2014 including the Cardigan video and says 'Opal eyes' in Ivy.

Lyrics

I washed my hands of us at the club You made a mess of me I pictured you with other girls in love Then threw up on the street Like waiting for a bus that never shows You just start walkin' on They say that if it's right, you know Each bar plays our song Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Taylor has been a mess in:

All You Had To Do Was Stay: I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: I’m a mess but I’m the mess that you wanted

Illicit Affairs: Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Also the only other bus lyric is The 1: I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn’t, though.

Bars feature a lot on Reputation, so many associate them with Joe, (who she started dating after a lot of the album was recorded.) however to me most of those songs are Haylor.

Oh my, love is a lie Shit my friends say to get me by It hits different It hits different this time Catastrophic blues Movin' on was always easy for me to do It hits different It hits different 'cause it's you ('Cause it's you)

The Catastrophic blues, to me are most similar to Peace: "If your cascade ocean wave blues come." but I hear the lyric as Taylor is depressed.

'Movin' on was always easy for me to do' indicates Harry to me because, he is someone she hasn't been able to move on from because of the cyclical nature of it:

End Game "We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't" and "And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul"

DBATC: "Chandelier's still flickering here / 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not"

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw Freedom felt like summer then on the coast Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings And I never don't cry (no, I never don't cry) at the bar Yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious) I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car I stopped receiving invitations

Taylor has also described Harry is irreplaceable, not a switchable Ken:

Question..?:"Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A color I've searched for since" and "Does it feel like everything's just like / Second best after that meteor strike

Ready for it: "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor / Every lover known in comparison is a failure"

Gold Rush: "And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it"

Finally the drunk, slurred name lyrics, (hard to slur Joe), and

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I get drunk but it’s not enough ‘cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat Cursed the space that I needed I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' You were the one that I loved Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief In the good in the world, you once believed in me And I felt you and I held you for a while Bet I could still melt your world Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Joe's worn a few baseball caps, though Taylor has also referenced Harry's hats before. In early interviews Niall said he wore them to hide his hair in public, so he wears them a lot. Including this green beanie in the 22 MV.

Bleeding is a Haylor Theme

Trace the evidence / Wrinkle in time reminds me of Right where you left me, "They expected me to find somewhere / Some perspective, but I sat and stared"

Hair, Stare and Sense of belief describe Harry well:

Hair (Style: long hair, Shake it off: hella good hair, Gold Rush: Hair falling into place)

Stare (Style: daydream look in your eye, Delicate: look into your eyes, Exile: eyes add insult to injury, Gold Rush: Twinkling eyes)

Harry has a belief in the good in the world, Joe may too, we don't really know him.

Finally the Argumentative, antithetical dream girl - reminds me of Gold Rush "At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit". Harry describes Taylor in Sweet Creature "It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know" Kiwi "Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect" and Woman "I told you, but I know you never listen."

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway Is that your key in the door? Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away? To take me away

Finally, hallways and doors both feature a lot in Haylor songs, here the muse has a key. I guess this also depends on a perspective of the pandemic time, I don't find it a stretch to think H had a key to Taylors home. As far as I wonder if she even has a literal key anymore...

Have they come to take me away reminds me of:

Wonderland: And in the end in Wonderland, we both went mad

Say Don’t Go: The waiting is a sadness fading into madness

Don’t Blame Me: "For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind" and "Don’t blame me, love made me crazy"

I Wish You Would: This mad, mad love makes you come running

Blank Space: Magic, madness, heaven, sin

#haylor #midnights #taylor swift #song analysis #Lyric analysis #hits different

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surftrips · 2 years ago

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butterflies — part nine.

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: after returning home from college for the summer, y/n runs into rafe cameron and the two form an unlikely relationship.

word count: ~900

a/n: this is the last real chapter of this series! part ten will be an epilogue unless i change my mind lol. thank you all for bearing with me! series masterlist.

“Y-you’re what?”

“I love you,” you repeated.

“No, that’s not what you said. You said you were in love with me,” Rafe corrected.

“Both of those things are true.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“You said, ‘Who am I to tell you anything?’ Well, you’re my best friend. Do you remember when you held me in your arms that night? The first time you ever saw me cry?”

“Yeah,” he responded. He had made you cry one night in his backyard after talking about your exes. One moment he was saying something about thinking he was a horrible person and the next there were tears in your eyes. He had never meant to make you cry, but he also never would have expected for you to care so much.

“Well, I think I’ve been in love with you ever since then. Just hearing you talk about your ex and how you liked her more than she liked you, the whole time I was thinking how can anyone not like someone as wonderful as you?”

“Y/N, be serious,” he mimicked your words from earlier.

“I am, Rafe. It broke my heart to hear you speak about yourself like that, because none of it is true. You’re the least-horrible person I know,” you said, earning a chuckle from him.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Y/N.”

“And listen, I know this is probably a lot. I mean, we haven’t seen each other in a few months, let alone properly talked. You obviously don’t have to feel the same way, but I just had to tell you,” you sighed heavily before continuing. “I care about you so much, and I am totally okay being the one that likes you more.”

Rafe smiled, “Y/N, I don’t know why you have this idea that I don’t like you. Yeah, sure you got back together with your ex and gave me a concussion, but I still like you. I care about you a lot, too.”

“Even after everything?”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I was dreading this summer because I thought I was going to be all alone, and then, out of the blue, I met you. And I fell for you.”

There it was. The confirmation that you had been waiting for. You couldn’t help but smile.

“I can’t even remember who I was before you, but when we started hanging out, I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. It sounds cheesy but it was like I was floating whenever I was around you,” he nervously scratched his head.

“No, it’s not cheesy,” you rushed to reassure him. “I know what you mean, Dylan was always pulling me down with him. But all you’ve done since the day we met is lift me up. I barely knew you in high school, but I didn’t know me either, not until we met again,” you began to sniffle. “I don’t want to know what it’s like without you again.”

“Oh, come here,” Rafe pulled you into his arms and gave you a long-overdue hug. You took in his familiar scent and savored every moment, not wanting to let go. “You’ll always have me, sweetheart. Even if we’re not talking or miles apart, I’ll always be yours.”

“Mine?”

“Yours.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You two stayed like that for a while, lying in comfortable silence. After a while, you spoke up again.

“Rafe?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“I used to think that love was out of reach for me. I’ve liked you for so long, but I didn’t want to take a risk and ruin our friendship. But you are worth the risk, you’re worth everything to me. So thank you, for showing me that love is still out there.”

“I should be thanking you.” He smiled, “I’m so glad you weren’t around me right after Emma. I was insufferable.”

“Still are sometimes,” you joked.

“That’s bold coming from someone who hit me with a vase.”

“Too soon, Rafe. I said I was sorry a million times!”

“I know, I know. Apologies. You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

You beamed. Sure, Rafe had given you compliments in the past, but always in teasing or friendly tones. This time it felt different, better.

“And you’re lucky I love you,”

“I sure am,” he grinned. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“Oh, thank god. I said it so long ago I was sure you were avoiding saying it back.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly.

“Please.”

He leaned in and his lips connected with yours effortlessly. It was nothing like Dylan or any of the people you had kissed in the past. It felt like your entire life had been leading up to this very moment. A kiss full of color.

If someone had told you everything that happened to you this summer a few months ago, you would have laughed in their face. Y/N pre-summer was so focused on fitting in at college and into her boyfriend’s life. Now, you know that none of that matters, the only thing that matters is love, real love. Not the toxic-manipulation you believed was love. No, Rafe had shown you what it felt like to come out of your chrysalis and fly for the first time. You were on cloud nine.

When you two pulled away, you whispered “I think you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

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TAGLIST: @holy-macncheese-balls @everythingmarveltopgun @maybankslover @totallynotkaibiased @allsmilesreally7 @kys4-20 @golden-tangled-earphone @siesie2 @palmwinemami@madelynie@drewsandsebastianswife @missamericanablog@loveu-always@one-sweet-gubler@winterrrnight @ihatemyexs @augustlikesdeath @ijustwanttoreadlols @obaex @pbs-theundeadmaggot @gillybooboo

a special thank you to those who have been here since the beginning :')

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x you #butterflies fic

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ask-a-w · 4 months ago

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Absent Mind Chapter 11: Return To Normalcy

AO3

FF.net

Previous chapter: Chapter 10 - Like Old Times

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Author's Note: This is the last chapter and it begins with smut. ;)

Snaking his hands around his wife’s waist, Leon brought Ada flush against him as he thrusted into her repeatedly. They were supposed to get ready for work but seeing her bent over the sink stirred his primal lust.

Ada was more than happy to acquiesce as she planted one hand against the mirror to steady herself. “Oh, Leon…” She moaned as she gripped onto her husband’s arm with her other hand.

He was close and could feel Ada’s tell tale tightening around his shaft as she was nearing her climax too. There was a shiver down Ada’s spine as she trembled and both of them let out a cry of ecstasy, tumbling into the abyss of orgasmic bliss. He seared her with his heat as the excess trickled down her thigh.

Leon panted hard against her shoulder before kissing her neck, inhaling her sweet scent that she had spritzed on.

“You are insatiable,” Ada said teasingly.

Ever since his recovery, they were copulating almost daily, with occasions of fornicating multiple times a day.

“And you love it,” he murmured huskily in her ear before pulling out slowly. The blonde then grabbed a washcloth to help her clean up.

“Perhaps I need to set my alarm earlier if we keep doing this on a work day,” his wife replied coyly as she put on a touch of lipstick.

Both eventually got dressed and ate a simple breakfast of peanut butter on toast along with a side of berries.

Ada picked up her tea cup and took a sip, “Are you looking forward to your first day back to work?”

“Hmm…” Leon hummed as he chewed his toast. “Now that the policy has been implemented, I’m predicting there’s a mountain of paperwork at my desk. I’ve been scheduled for meetings and briefings too. It’s not going to be a walk in the park…” He leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

The blonde reached over to grasp his wife’s hand. “But at least I get to come back home to you every day.”

“Don’t strain yourself, handsome,” She replied with a smile. He had cleared his final medical examination a week ago and all the scans indicated no permanent damage in his head.

They then washed up the dishes and headed to the garage. Instead of walking to his own Cadillac, Leon followed Ada to her Lexus. She raised an eyebrow at him and he responded by gently cupping her face and planting a long, searing kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Ada. I'll see you tonight.”

His wife grinned back. “I love you too, Leon. Have a good day.”

He had never been shy about displaying his devotion towards her but ever since the accident, he had been a lot more affectionate. Not that she was complaining. It was a refreshing change that she enjoyed.

The couple got into their respective cars and drove on mostly the same streets before pulling off into separate routes as they approached downtown.

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Despite spending time doing a morning activity with Ada, Leon managed to reach his workplace twenty minutes earlier than the official start time. With his briefcase and a small paperbag in hand, he quickened his steps when he saw an elevator door closing in the lift lobby.

“Wait up, please!” He called out and the occupant inside must have heard him as the doors swooshed open.

The blonde stepped in to find a familiar face with long brown hair smiling at him, “Morning Leon, it’s been a while.”

“Good morning, Helena,” Leon replied as he pressed the ‘close’ button.He then eyed her sports attire with a look of curiosity. “Did you just finish a gym workout?”

The doors closed and the elevator cabin slowly rose up. “Haven’t you heard about the new fitness tiers that rolled out last week?” She asked and Leon nodded, grateful that Helena seemed unaware that the whole fitness tier policy was related to him. “Field agents have been scheduled to take the fitness tests first.”

“That early in the morning huh…”

“Yeah…” Helena exhaled a sigh. “But the good thing is we get to knock off an hour early as compensation.”

He smiled, “Sounds like a fair deal.”

The elevator arrived at their floor and both of them stepped out but angled their strides in separate directions.

“Just wish they would give us more time to freshen up. I can’t go meeting people smelling like this.” She gestured to herself.

In Leon’s opinion, she did not smell at all but who was he to police one’s personal hygiene? “Don’t let me keep you then.”

“Thanks. Let’s catch up over a coffee break next time,” she gave him a wave before she sprinted off to her locker, leaving Leon alone in the lobby.

They were frequently assigned as field partners after Lanshiang and he was proud of how Helena had matured into such a capable agent. Even though he had transitioned to a trainer role and their interactions were far and few between, they still got along well like long lost friends.

It was a quiet, uneventful journey to his office and he winced slightly at the musty odour upon opening the door. Stifling a cough and waving a hand in front of his face to fan away the smell, he set his belongings down on his chair and opened a window for ventilation.

The blonde then surveyed his desk. There were two neat stacks of items on it. One was bigger than the other. Someone must have come into his office to arrange them. Hunnigan was the most likely culprit.

He picked up the first envelope from the smaller pile and tore it open.

Get Well Soon!

A little blush of embarrassment crept onto his cheeks. He quickly sifted through the greeting cards and boxes of snacks. They were mostly from immediate colleagues. At least the whole department did not know about his medical leave. He placed the items aside and proceeded to tackle his paperwork.

At the top was a clipboard with his schedule for the day. The first was a short discussion with Hunnigan followed by a series of meetings with various staff. There were no training sessions that he had to oversee for today. Guess he needed to be brought up to speed first.

With the clipboard in one hand, he grabbed the paperbag from his chair with the other hand and headed out for his first appointment. The window was left open to air out the room.

He headed to the FOS’s floor, a place where he had not stepped into for a long time ever since he became a trainer. Despite that, the environment was still familiar to him and Leon’s feet automatically carried him to Hunnigan’s office. The light was on and he rapped his knuckles on the door.

“Come in.”

The blonde tugged the handle and stepped inside. He surveyed the room with a sense of nostalgia. Her desk was neat, as always. With her coffee mug to her left, the giant computer monitor in the middle, and a set of stationery on the right.

“Glad to see you back. You’re punctual today,” Ingrid spoke without looking up.

“Might as well get an early start with the stack of paperwork on my desk. You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?”

She glanced up at him. “Someone had to make sure you didn't get too lost on your first day back at work.”

Leon cracked a small smile. “You have my thanks as always, Hunnigan. Never knew what I'd do without you.” He extended the hand that held the paperbag. “By the way, Ada insisted on giving this to you.”

“That's… generous of her,” she replied politely and took the bag which had some heft to it. They were certainly not the best of friends but there was no doubt this incident had brought both women a little closer.

“With that aside, I'm sure you are wondering why I'm on your schedule,” Ingrid said as she set the bag beside the coffee mug.

Leon wagered a guess, “A briefing of some sort?”

She nodded her head. “You already know about the new fitness tier policy. But I just want to tell you that Director Martin approved it albeit reluctantly.”

Hunnigan remembered the deep frown lines on the older man’s face as he read the policy’s document in the final meeting when various members put it to a vote. Thankfully the majority were in favour of it and he had no choice but to give his stamp of approval. The hard look he shot in her direction at the end of the meeting was branded into her mind.

The brunette quickly shoved down that memory and continued, “And there are some agents who are fussing about waking up early for the fitness assessment so I wouldn't mention that this started because of you.”

“I see,” Leon could see Hunnigan’s visage was a little downcast. “Has anyone been making things difficult for you?”

She looked up and gave him a small smile, “Thank you for your concern, Leon. Truthfully, they're just talking behind my back. It'll pass.”

After more than a decade of being his support agent, they had built a solid rapport with each other and both knew they would do anything for a friend.

“I noticed I don’t have any training scheduled for today even though I cleared medical,” Leon spoke, changing the subject to work matters.

“There has been a backlog of meetings for you to attend when you were away. You need to settle those first,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Afterwards, you’re responsible for your own schedule. You’re no longer a field agent and there’s no reason for me to continue giving you support.”

Leon clutched the area above his heart in mock sadness. “You wound me, Hunnigan.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes, “I will still be here for you as a friend. I hope you see our relationship as such.”

The blonde grinned, “Of course. I better get going then, see you around.”

Hunnigan gave him a quick wave as he left the office and when his footsteps faded away, she glanced at the paper bag. Curiosity got the better of her and she peeked in.

A navy blue box was within and she took it out. There was a bit of weight to it and she carefully tugged on the ribbon. Gingerly opening the cover, she found a thank you card at the top, followed by an envelope of vouchers for some spa and massage sessions.

At the bottom was a golden box of artisanal chocolates and a silver tin of gourmet coffee beans.

There was a cylindrical object wrapped in paper that was sandwiched between the snacks. Hunnigan unfolded the paper to find a lavender scented reed diffuser.

She returned her attention to the greeting card and flipped it open. Her eyes perused Ada’s elegant cursive writing.

Thank you for watching out for Leon after all these years. Please enjoy these.

A small smile graced Ingrid‘s lips. Ada was really spoiling her. Despite the short note, who knew Leon’s wife could be so sweet? Ingrid pulled out her phone and fired off a quick text.

[txt] Thanks for the lovely gift. I’ll make sure to pamper myself.

Her device buzzed moments later and she read the reply on the screen.

[txt] You’re most welcome.

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Leon Kennedy opened the door to his office with an exhausted sigh and he tossed the clipboard on his desk before loosening his tie and draping his jacket over his chair.

Finally, he was done with all the exhausting but necessary discussions. It took up much of his day and the blonde was relieved that he could make it back to his little sanctuary before the last hour of the workday.

There was not much time left to tackle the paperwork but he could plan out his schedule for the next few days. He fired up the workstation and checked his emails. Mostly internal company circulars. His eyes scanned through the couple of training sessions he was assigned for the week; one for knife work and another for close quarters combat.

He was in the midst of blocking his calendar when the bookcase on the wall began to slide open. Leon could only pinch his nose as he felt a headache coming on.

There was only one man who had access to the secret entrance and he did not want a repeat of what happened last time. Still, he left his pistol on the table in plain sight.

A bespectacled older gentleman with greying hair stepped into view and made a beeline for him. Not wasting any time, Leon immediately said, “Can I help you, Director Martin?” His voice was a little clipped from displeasure and he hoped it would go unnoticed.

Reginald was unfazed and cast a quick gaze across the room, “Just looking around.” He then carefully eyed the younger agent, “And hoping you could change your mind.”

Agent Kennedy crossed his arms, “I’m afraid my decision is final.”

Both of them stared at each other in silence and the tension was thick. Leon kept posture and continued to maintain eye contact. They were not going to strongarm him into going back to the field now, would they?

“What a pity,” Reginald replied a few seconds later, “You were our top operative.”

There was a shrug from Leon, “I’m sure I’ve been surpassed by others. Agents Harper and Birkin have shown stellar performance on the field too.”

“Indeed, they have. But you are still unmatched, after all. You are able to single-handedly accomplish what is typically done by a small team.”

Leon wondered if it was a blessing or a curse to have such a reputation. Before his marriage, he was going on never ending missions like clockwork and his apartment was kept spartan as he hardly lived in it. It was a miracle he had not suffered a mental breakdown.

“We’ll have to ramp up recruitment,” Director Martin interrupted Leon’s train of thought and the blonde could only stare at him in slight astonishment. The older man’s words indicated that he was dropping the issue and that was a huge relief.

“Did you manage to plug the leak?” Leon changed the subject.

“Since you’re no longer a field agent, that’s classified.”

He had to stifle his chuckle, “Touché.”

“Enjoy your new role, Mr. Kennedy. I hope you train your successor soon.”

With that, Reginald turned around and strode off. When he cleared the entryway, Leon quickly thumbed a switch to close the bookshelf.

That went better than he expected and he could only thank his lucky stars.

Speaking of stars, an idea popped into his mind. Leon unlocked his phone and sent a message to Ada.

[txt] Do you want to have dinner under the stars tonight?

Her reply was instantaneous.

[txt] Sure ;)

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Ada was abuzz with anticipation for dinner and waited impatiently for the traffic light signal to turn green. Leon was usually not this spontaneous for their dates but she appreciated his efforts, nonetheless. He probably had a good day at work and was celebrating.

She found herself tapping the steering wheel and chided herself for this little tic. The lights flashed in her favour and she drove her car forward, heading towards the road that would lead them to their matrimonial home.

The shutters to their garage opened up when her car was within the transponder’s radius and she pulled her car into the garage. She grabbed her belongings before opening the door into the living room just as the shutters clanged shut behind her.

Ebony chirped a happy meow at her from the sofa and jumped off, running up to her owner and rubbing Ada’s legs eagerly.

“Hi Ebony,” the raven haired woman cooed at the black cat and saw Cobalt not too far behind. “Hello to you too, Cobalt.” Ada knelt down and gave them scritches between their ears and under their chins. Both felines purred loudly before they scampered off.

“Welcome home, gorgeous,” Leon called out from the kitchen where he was busy packing their food and utensils into a basket.

His wife walked in and eyed the items on the table with a playful twinkle in her eye, “That looks interesting. Are we having a dinner picnic in the backyard?”

He shook his head, “I want to check out a spot that overlooks the town and it also gives us a clear view of the sky.”

Ada walked closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “I suppose I should shower when I get back then. Do I need a change of clothes?”

The blonde took the hand on his waist and kissed the back of it. “What we’re wearing is fine.”

His wife hummed lightly in the back of her throat, “What brought this on?”

Leon turned around in his spouse’s embrace and gently touched foreheads with her, “I was feeling happy at work today.”

“I’m delighted for you, Leon, Ada leaned in for a quick kiss and he returned the gesture with vigour, sending a little tingle down her spine.

“We better get going if we want to catch the sunset,” he murmured against her dainty mouth and reluctantly pulled away, turning his attention back to the basket.

“Are we taking your car or mine?” She asked as she pulled off her jacket and draped it on the back of the dining room chair. Ada did not need it on this slightly warm evening.

He pondered on that question for a brief moment. Eyeballing the basket, he mentally calculated if it would fit into the trunk of Ada’s Lexus. His vehicle was roomier. “Mine then.” Leon then turned his attention to their pets, “You two don’t throw any wild parties when we’re gone.”

His words elicited a snicker from his wife.

Snapping the lid shut, he took the basket off the table and the Kennedy couple headed to Leon’s Cadillac. The blonde spent a moment studying the GPS as it was a route they were unfamiliar with. Satisfied that there were no challenging turns up the hill, he started the engine and moved off.

The ride was uneventful and they spent it chatting about a supernatural show they were currently bingeing, speculating on what would come next and criticizing the sometimes sloppy action sequences.

“Maybe they should hire us as stunt coordinators,” Leon mused out loud.

“And charge them more since we’ve been through hell on earth and have the experience,” came Ada’s response.

There was more laughter from her husband, “Something we can consider then…”

The car arrived at a flat clearing on a hilltop just as the sky began to turn into shades of oranges and purples. Leon killed the engine and stepped out, opening the trunk to retrieve their wicker basket. He pulled out a checkered picnic mat and set it on the ground just as Ada called out, “We can set up dinner later, the sun’s almost setting.”

Her fingers beckoned him over with a wave and Leon’s breath briefly hitched in his throat at the sight. Ada looked absolutely stunning against the sunset as a gentle breeze blew on her dark tresses and she had a small grin on her face.

He flitted over like a bee to honey and laced his fingers with hers. Both stood in silence as they gazed at the natural phenomenon happening in front of them.

“Come to think of it, isn't this the first time we admired a sunset together?” Leon said as he hugged his wife close to him.

Ada pursed her lips briefly in thought, “It seems you're right.”

“Do you wanna do this more often, beautiful?”

“Of course, handsome.”

Soon, they were blanked by darkness and the first pinpricks of starlight dotted the sky. Switching on the flashlight on his phone, Leon guided his wife to the picnic mat. They sat down and he opened the basket, pulling out a couple of solar lamps which quickly illuminated in response to the darkness. He deactivated the light on his phone and laid out their spread of food.

There were two small bowls of couscous salad, a tray of rotisserie chicken, a box of cookies, and a couple of bottles of sparkling cider.

“Interesting feast we got here,” Ada said as she popped the cider bottle and her husband followed suit.

They toasted their bottles as Leon replied, “It’s the easiest picnic food that I could come up with on short notice.”

His wife grabbed the bowl of couscous and began to dig in. She savoured the tiny granules that had walnuts, raisins, tomatoes, and cucumber in it. “I have no complaints about this, what about you?”

“I’m good too.”

The couple glanced upwards every now and then to admire the constellations. Their conversation turned to navigation using the stars.

“It’s a handy thing to know but useless on a cloudy or rainy night,” Ada concluded their discussion as she licked her spoon clean. Her hand went for the drumstick that was sticking out of the tray and she flinched when a bright white light suddenly shone on them.

Both of them tensed up and went into alert mode as they had a split second to decide on what to do next. How could they have gotten so engrossed in each other that they could be sneaked up on?

“Good evening, I’m just patrolling the area,” a male voice spoke out from behind the light before anything untoward could occur. The man angled his torch to the side and they could make out an officer in uniform.

Leon visibly relaxed his posture and greeted the cop, “Hi sir, we are just having a little dinner date.”

“That’s nice. Do clean up after yourselves when you’re done, alright?”

“Will do,” Leon replied cordially. “Have a good evening.”

“You too,” the policeman made his way to the trees that were surrounding them and swept his torch across the foliage. Satisfied with his inspection, he walked away from the hilltop and left the couple alone.

When they could no longer hear his footsteps, did Ada exhale a relieved sigh. “We must be losing our touch if we didn’t notice him coming up.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, hun,” he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s natural to have our guard down when we go on dates anyway. We can’t always pretend to be constantly on the battlefield.”

“You’re right,” she relented before returning back to the drumstick. A burst of juice and flavour exploded in her mouth. “Mm, the chicken is great. Quite succulent. Did you roast this?”

“Nah, it’s from the grocery store. But I could make some next time.” He took a bite of the chicken too and murmured with approval.

They leaned against each other, taking bites of chicken and sips of cider in between. There were some moments of comfortable silence as Ada nuzzled his neck, sneaking some kisses along his jawline. He returned her affections as they made out in the dark. A small part of Leon held some restraint though as they were on public property.

With the chicken finally demolished, it was time for dessert. “I know you prefer lava cake but it’s too messy for a picnic. So, I opted for cookies,” the blonde opened up the cookie box and the sweet treats were bigger than his palm. They were currently all the rage now in New York City.

“We’ll have to share these for sure. I won’t be able to finish one by myself,” she teased him and took a piece, breaking it in half and offering him the other.

Leon merely leaned in to take a bite of the food out of her hand. His lips brushed against her fingers and Ada felt a small spark in the depths of her belly.

“Well now you have to feed me,” Ada rasped sensually and dropped the remainder of the cookie into his palm.

“Here you go,” her husband said sweetly and Ada nibbled on the morsel, lightly sucking the melted chocolate off his fingers as she did so.

It was Leon’s turn to resist his arousal. “Seems you really enjoyed the cookie…” his voice was low and he cupped her chin, bringing their faces close together once more.

The blonde pulled away before his wife had a chance to deepen the kiss. Ada let out a small grunt of disappointment which did not go unnoticed by Leon. “Let’s finish the date at home,” he said reassuringly.

A plan was rapidly forming in Ada’s mind as they packed up. She would have to seize the opportunity soon.

Leon helped Ada off the picnic mat before folding it, draping the fabric over the crook of his elbow before they walked back to his car with the help of the solar lamps.

He popped open the trunk, stowing everything into it and he heard his wife start up the car.

“I need some help in the backseat,” she called out to him and Leon shut the trunk before opening the backdoor.

The blonde’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his wife in a state of undress. The buttons on her blouse were completely undone, leaving a red lace push-up bra on display.

He felt an uncomfortable strain in his pants and swallowed nervously. “What do you need help with, hun?”

“Help me fulfil my need for you,” she said sultrily and began to unzip her skirt.

It was getting hot and Leon tugged at his shirt collar. “The cop might return.”

“We both know he is done with his patrol for this area. I don’t think I’ll be in the mood when we get home…” she replied in a sing-song manner as she let her skirt drop to the floor, revealing matching underwear.

Leon knew he could not resist the allure of his wife. He threw caution to the wind and entered the car with a shit-eating grin. “It’s a good thing I’m in the mood now too…”

Ada smiled back, “Good.” She then practically lunged at him and pinned him against the seat as she positioned herself on his lap, right against his rising bulge.

A brief moment of surprise flashed through his blue eyes before his hands slid down to her curvy and toned bottom to support her. He pushed his pelvis up rhythmically, generating some much needed friction as his wife grinded against him repeatedly. Her moans got louder as her clit was stimulated.

Their lips came crashing together as Ada popped open the buttons on his shirt. The need to feel his bare skin against hers thrummed through her body and upon feeling his chest, she exploded with desire.

They pulled apart as Ada made quick work of Leon’s belt and pants. She reached through the slit of his underwear for his throbbing manhood and he felt a jolt of electricity shoot down his core.

“I need you…” His voice was a strangled whisper as he tugged at the waistband of her panties.

Not wanting to destroy good lingerie, Ada shimmied it off with one hand and left the scrap of cloth clinging against one of her thighs.

Without giving him an opportunity, she impaled herself on him easily, greedily taking his entire length into her.

She was hot and moist as always. His wife was always practically soaked and ready for him whenever they copulated. Leon’s hips began to undulate and Ada threw her head back with a contented sigh.

The pulse point on her throat beckoned him like a siren’s call and his mouth latched onto it, tenderly sucking the soft flesh as her sighs turned to cries of desperate need. Leon gave into his passions and marked Ada once more.

His hands slid up to her smooth creamy back, deftly unhooking the clasps of her bra. One palm quickly went to his wife’s chest and he caressed the mound, feeling her dark nipple pebble under his touch. It made him proud that he was the one that could repeatedly elicit this reaction from her.

Tonight, his heart was set on pleasuring Ada. It was the least he could after all she had been through in the past few weeks.

Leon was brought out of his thoughts when felt a squeeze against his shaft and he groaned. His wife was relentless in milking him, but he had to make sure she came before he did.

The blonde could tell she was almost there anyway, with the way she closed her eyes in deep concentration to focus on her impending orgasm. She had a tendency to tremble in the lead up to it and he felt a small shudder just now.

He moved his hand down to where they were joined, and he rubbed firm circles against the little bud that was her clit.

Ada’s body seized up in white hot euphoria, “Ah, Leon!” She leaned down and captured his mouth with her own, muffling her cries of ecstasy.

Seeing his wife climax brought him to the edge too and Leon continued to thrust upwards as he poured himself into her, over and over. His eyes fluttered shut from sheer pleasure as he scrunched his brow, concentrating on emptying every last drop.

After what seemed like eternity, they opened their eyes and Ada caressed Leon’s cheek lovingly.

He turned his head to kiss the fleshy palm of her hand, “What other public spaces should we try next?”

She let out a chuckle, “I never thought you to be an exhibitionist, handsome.”

“You bring out the best in me.”

Ada continued to smile at Leon as he beamed back at her, the sheer elation reaching his blue-grey eyes.

They were each other’s sun, thriving in each other’s warmth.

They were each other’s wind, soaring through the air when filled with their beloved’s strength.

They were each other’s rain, revitalising their souls after a weary day.

They were each other’s rock, anchoring them to reality upon which they would rest with bliss to the end of their days.

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