#She can come into my bed any time she wants

[luveline]

so i had this silly thought the other night while i was doing a mud mask of jack stumbling upon reader (could be bombshell r, hotchner r, or whoever u would like <3) doing a mud mask and not quite understanding what it is (although r tries to explain it to him), and later on jack’s teacher tells aaron that jack and/or his friends were trying to apply mud to their faces at recess to ‘help their skin’ 😭 so then r has to clarify that u can’t just put any mud on ur face haha and maybe she offers to get some face masks for her and jack (and maybe aaron?) to try together <3 i know this is a bit of a silly idea and it may be too specific so ofc no pressure at all if this doesn’t inspire u!! u write aaron (and jack!) so well and i love everything u put out jade thank u for sharing ur writing with us <333

-💫

“Y/N, what the heck are you doing?” 

You wrinkle your nose at him. “What kind of language is that, babe? What would your daddy say if he heard you saying that?” 

Jack doesn’t even pretend to act chastened. If there’s one thing Jack Hotchner knows about you, it’s that you’re wrapped around his little finger, forever and always. It’s all you can do to keep your arms to yourself as he crawls into bed next to you. 

“Is that cucumber?” 

“Want some?” you ask. 

Jack takes a piece of cucumber and munches on it with a wet snap. “Your face has mud on it.” 

“It does.” 

“Why?” 

You peek at him through one eye. “It apparently draws out the impurities in my face. I’m not sure how it happens, but it makes my skin feel really soft when I wash it off.” 

“Oh. But it’s mud.”

“Yeah, it is, I don’t know how it happens. Must be magic.” You love Jack’s little face. He’s cute. His hair is still blonde at the ends, last bits of summer clinging to him, a tan on his pert nose. “Would you wanna try it?” 

“How long does it have to be on?” 

“About ten minutes. Or before it dries. We wash it off with a face towel.” 

“Okay. But just a little bit.” 

“Sure, babe. You can tell me if it’s too much.” 

Jack sits in front of your lap. You unscrew the pot of clay mask and use the small spreader it comes with to scoop up the mask. Cold, you whisper, but Jack giggles anyways, startled at the feeling as you smooth it over his forehead, his cheeks, and his round chin. You use your fingertips to connect the sections, colour in his nose, and smooth it out. Jack lets his eyes close in little-kid bliss, like he might fall asleep. 

“Do you want the cucumbers on your eyes?” you ask. 

“For relaxing?”

“Yeah, they’re cold too.” 

He lays back on Aaron's side of the bed and you plop on his cucumbers. Fifteen minutes later you encourage him into the bathroom to wash it away, holding his chin, warm, clay-stained water running down his neck. He insists on returning the favour, which ends in you squeezing his cheeks to tell him you love him, which makes him fluster like his father at the receiving end of a good compliment. “I love you too,” he mumbles, looking down at the floor. 

“Feel how soft your cheek is,” you say. 

“I think you have to wash your face,” he says back. “Sorry.” 

It’s great. By the time Aaron’s home from work you’re both super soft and while you don’t offer any explanation, he seems to notice, lackadaisical finger against Jack's cheek prompting an inquisitive, “Jack, have you been in Y/N’s shower stuff again?” 

“No.” 

You and Jack decide to keep your relaxing afternoon a secret. You think nothing of it for a while. The next time you use your clay mask he’s sleeping at his Aunt Jess’, and Aaron asks why you’re smiling, so you tell a half truth and say you’re thinking of Jack, which makes Aaron so smiley he tries to kiss you despite the mud.

Another few days and you get Jack back, only to give him over to school. Evil school. You and Aaron go to work. It’s some time nearing 1PM when Aaron steps out of his office, buttoning his coat around his neck. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask over Emily’s head. 

Morgan copies your frown. 

“Hotch?” 

“Jack is in trouble at school. Apparently he got into a play-fight and everyone needs a change of clothes.” He gives you a look, as if to say, you gotta love him. And you really do. “I’ll be back before the end of lunch.”

“I can go?” you offer. 

“I’m already wearing my coat.” He leans over to kiss your cheek and bids you goodbye. 

You don’t see your partner again. When he fails to turn up after lunch, you figure he’s taken Jack home —Jack tends to get upset when bad stuff happens at school even if he was just having fun because of his astounding guilty conscience. Aaron texts you not long before you’re due to start worrying with a simple, Sorry, not going to make it back in today. Jack was a bit upset. 

Your boss isn’t there, so you take a session with your coworkers, standing up at your desk and clearing your throat. “Because my boss is my boyfriend and also not here, I’ve decided to bring my query to the court.” 

You wait. Your team looks at you expectantly. 

“Go ahead,” Derek says. 

“Jack was so upset at school that he had to go home. Do I, as his almost step mom and number one fan, have the group's permission to go home now so I can get him cookies from Ben’s?” 

“Aw, he was upset?” Emily says, frowning but also cooing. 

You hold your heart. “I know. He’s such a sweetheart. So, can I go?” 

“You want us to do your consultations?” Spencer asks. 

“No!” you say, tucking a stray curl behind Spencer’s ear and delighting in the way he shoves you away. He’s laughing as he does it, used to your affection. “You can if you want to, handsome, but I was just gonna finish it tonight on Aaron’s computer.”

“Just go,” Morgan says, rolling his eyes. 

“Family emergency,” Emily agrees. 

“Don’t really do my consults,” you tell Spencer, grinning when he waves you off. 

You make a pit stop at Ben’s for praline filled cookies and smile despite yourself the whole way home. You’re not worried about Jack, he has his dad, and it was only dirt, you’re just excited to see him and to ditch work and to maybe, maybe, lay your head in Aaron’s lap sometime soon. He strokes the skin behind your ear and leans down to kiss you whenever he feels like it, which means you can amass upwards of five kisses an hour. It’s elastic. 

“Babe?” you call, knocking open the door with a clatter. Shoes wait for you at the entryway. You leave your kitten heels by light up sketchers and dress shoes neatly lined. “Honey? Angel?” 

“Are you talking to me?” Aaron calls from the door of the kitchen, suddenly in view. 

“Am I in trouble?” you ask. 

Aaron checks his watch. “Oh, definitely.” 

“Personal paid time off?” 

“Sure. What’s in the bag?” 

“Oh, you know, just something special for the baby. Is he okay?” 

“He’s unhappy with me, truth be told.” 

“Why’s that?” 

Aaron holds your gaze. “Weirdly, I think you might have a better idea of the situation than I do.” 

You follow him back into the kitchen, confused and eager for an explanation. Jack’s at the door that leads to your backyard, sitting on the stoop, looking stroppy and tired and relieved to see you, which is nice. “Hey,” you say, “what’s with the frowny face, beautiful?” 

“Dad doesn’t believe me.” 

“Doesn’t believe you about what?” 

“Me and Adrian was putting mud on our faces at school because it makes us soft, like we did, but dad doesn’t think we did it.” 

“We did,” you say immediately, giving Aaron a soft, honest look, not mad at anyone and not sure where the confusion is coming from, “you’ve seen my masks, honey.” 

“Your clay mask is blue,” Aaron says. 

“Is not!” Jack says. “It’s red just like mud!” 

“Well, when me and Jack did a mask together a couple of weeks ago, it was the red one, but it was a new one. I usually use that blue one,” you say, relieved when Aaron begins to look amused rather than slightly annoyed. “It’s my fault, babe.” 

You turn to Jack. “Baby,” you say, trying your best to look serious and kind at once, “the clay mask we did together is called a mud mask, and it does have mud in it, but it’s not like the mud at school, okay? It’s probably not a good idea for you and Adrian to rub it on yourselves.” 

Jack crosses his arms in front of him, slouching. “Well, how was I s’posed to know that?” he asks, sounding about as angry as he ever gets, which isn’t much. 

Aaron sighs deeply. You’re sure you’re in for it, you’ve wasted half of everyone’s day now ‘cos you didn’t explain a simple concept, but then he says, “You love to exclude me, the both of you.” 

“What?” you ask, gasping through a laugh. 

“Doing things together and not telling me!” he insists. “If you’d let me join in, I wouldn’t have upset Jack today because I’d know why he was playing in the mud.” 

You hold his gaze, refusing to break as his smile grows and grows despite the effort he pulls into staying straight. 

“So I’m not in trouble?” Jack asks. 

Aaron smiles. “Don’t think so, Jackers, not unless you did something I don’t know about.” 

“I didn’t!” 

“Then consider yourself innocent. I’m sorry I didn’t understand you.” 

“I’m sorry for not explaining the difference,” you add. 

Jack looks at both of you, all sunny-eyed, ready to be coddled by somebody and without a favourite. “Okay, thank you. It’s not your fault you didn’t know, dad. And it’s okay about the explaining,” he says to you seriously. ”Explaining is hard.” 

Jack encroaches back into the room now he’s believed, reaching for Aaron’s legs, markedly pleased when his dad bends down to hug him. It’s an apology cuddle, but it also checks for resentment or sadness alike. Jack closes his eyes, alright with how things have worked out. 

You feel ever so slightly excluded, but you do your best to stay still, loyally waiting your turn, and rewarded handsomely when Jack finishes hugging his dad and crowds you instead, arms held up insistently. There’s no protesting when you lift him onto the counter for a better hug. When you say sorry again for technically getting him into trouble, he shakes his head. 

“Just an accident,” he says, in the tenor of a practised line, one of Aaron’s mantras sinking in. 

“Can I make it up to you? We won’t exclude dad this time.” 

Jack gets lifted from one counter to another. You let him eat one of his cookies in the bathroom (and despite his face mask) but wrinkle your nose at the idea, his dad beside him, leaning back, tie undone and t-shirt unbuttoned to the third. The slice of undershirt on display makes your week. 

Completely still as he is, you raise yourself up to draw the face mask onto Aaron’s cheeks and forehead. He laughs like Jack did at the cold, more of a giggle, but he doesn’t move. 

“It does feel like mud,” Aaron says. 

“I told you,” Jack says. There’s cookie crumbs stuck in the mask around his mouth. 

You kiss Aaron chastely. 

“Just wait for how soft this is gonna make your skin,” you say. 

“I think my skin is as soft as it’s going to get, but thank you, honey.”

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Weekends With You

Agatha Harkness x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Notes: Requested, fluff, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding

Summary: You and your wife, Agatha are busy women with jam packed work schedules. It's rare that you just have time to be lazy. However it seems like fate is on your side as you both have the weekend off.

An: Another post this week, I honestly don't know what's taken over me. Hope you guys have a lovely weekend 🫶.

Masterlist | Masterlist 2

An entire weekend alone together was almost a foreign concept at this point in your relationship. Agatha was a busy woman and so were you. Even if both you managed to snag a weekend alone, it would be filled with social gatherings hosted by family or friends.

There was truly little time for just you and your wife. However, the stars seemed to align this weekend.

When you wake up on Friday morning, you are surprised to feel her arms wrapped around your waist. You turn in her hold to find her already staring at you.

“You don’t have work?”

She shakes her head, “Not until Monday.”

Your eyes widen, “Me either.”

A smile tugs at Agatha’s lips, “Do we have any plans? Parties, dinners, hangouts?”

You mirror her expression, “The calendars clear.”

She closes her eyes, relief washing over her features. Her hold on you tightens, “Fucking finally.”

You snuggle closer, resting your head on her chest, “I know right.” You reach for her hand intertwining your fingers, “I’ve missed just being lazy with you.”

Agatha kisses your forehead, “Me too, sweetheart.”

You yawn a bit, “Is it early enough for me to go back to sleep?”

“Does it matter?”

You meet her eyes, “Depends on if you’ll be here when I wake up again.”

Her eyes soften, “Won’t move a muscle.”

You settle against her mumbling, “Don’t let me sleep for too long.”

Before she could get a response off, you were out like a light. She relished in having you close like this. There were too many mornings that you didn't get to wake up next to each other.

As Agatha took in your figure, she started to believe no job was worth missing this view. Perhaps she could cut back some on her work hours. She wanted more time for just this.

True to her words, Agatha didn't move until you stirred again a few hours later. It was late morning. As soon as you began to wake up, the woman bolted straight for the bathroom.

You chuckled a bit, “You could’ve moved if you had to pee.”

“I’m a lady of my word,” she calls back to you.

When you two make it out of bed, it’s only to go to the living room. You’re comfortable in one of Agatha’s shirts and some shorts. The other woman ops for a T-shirt and some sweatpants.

You cuddle on the couch while watching tv. You basically lay on top of her, but she enjoys your body weight on her.

“Hungry, we can order something?” Agatha suggests as she plays with the hairs at the base of your neck.

“We should cook something,” you respond.

She laughs, “Babe, I love the enthusiasm, but you know we can’t cook.”

You look up at her, “Let’s try.”

Agatha rolls her eyes, “Try not to burn down the kitchen.”

You slap her arm playfully, “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“What would we even make?”

You think for a bit, “Friday feels like a burger day.”

“Burgers aren’t too complicated,” Agatha admits.

“Perfect, I’ll order the groceries.”

Agatha raises a brow, “We can go to the store.”

“I’m comfortable right here,” you insists.

“Of course you are,” Agatha says flatly.

You challenge her, “I can get up if you want.”

Her arms tighten around you, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You turn your attention back to the TV, “That’s what I thought.”

You stay in that position until the groceries get there. Finding a quick and easy burger recipe was not hard.

While Agatha was rigid in the kitchen, you were more fluid. Though you both were equally clueless. She saw you making educated guesses regarding the seasoning to the ground beef, and was going to step in. However, you redirected her to chopping the vegetables.

“I could cut them and you can take over the seasoning if you want?”

Agatha shook her head, “Not a chance. You and big knife, not happening.”

You sigh, “That was years ago.”

She gave you a pointed look, “You nearly lost your finger.”

You shrug, “They sewed it back on.”

“And if they hadn’t, you would’ve had one less finger.”

“You only care because it’s one of the fingers I use to-”

“Focus on the task at hand,” Agatha cut you off.

You made a couple of patties out of the beef, before heating a skillet to cook them. Agatha demanded to be in charge of the cooking, scared that you would hurt yourself. While she focused on the patties, you toasted and prepared the buns.

“Fuck,” you say in an exasperated tone.

“What?”

You pout, “I didn’t get fries.”

Agatha smiles, “That’s fine, we have some chips. A potato is a potato."

You love the way she looks standing over the stove, spatula in her hand. Her words instantly placate you. Truthfully, you loved how Agatha always had a fix for your problems. Her solutions were simple and highly successful. She regularly saved you from stressing over the minute details of life.

You go up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist and resting your head on her back.

“I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Agatha has a blush creeping on her cheeks, but she keeps her composure, “Because I said we can eat chips instead of fries?”

You don’t let her escape the compliment, “No, because you’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever met.”

Agatha’s demeanor softens, “I love you.”

You kiss her, your hand rests on her cheek, “I love you too. Don’t forget the cheese on the burgers.”

Agatha chuckles, lightly pushing you away from the stove. You passed her the slices of cheese from the fridge. She put a lid on so the cheese would quickly melt. In no time the burgers were ready.

You assembled them for the both of you, with some chips on the side. As you guys sat and ate, you shared conversations about your weeks. The parts that you hadn’t got a chance to share with each other. The meal was surprisingly good, it warmed both of you.

You wouldn’t say it out loud because it was corny, but you knew that anything that you and Agatha made together had to be good. It just made sense to you.

When you were done the two of you cleaned the kitchen. You washed and she dried the dishes, in a comfortable silence.

“Well now what?”

“You smell like burgers, so a shower maybe,” you point out.

Agatha smirks, “Care to join me?”

“Those were my intentions,” you wink at her.

“Any other intentions I should know about?”

You act aloof, “What ever do you mean?”

“Uh huh, let’s go buttercup.”

Though you had been teasing each other before nothing nefarious happens in the shower. In fact everything has a lighthearted kind of softness to it. There’s a shyness between the two of you. You're stealing glances at the woman you've seen naked more times than you can remember. Agatha eyes ask for permission before helping you wash your body. It’s all very innocent.

When you get out, you decide to put on your sleep shirt. You figure that you’re retiring to the room, so you hop in bed. Agatha follows your lead plopping in the bed next to you.

You both lay, scrolling on your phones. Agatha lays on her side while you’re flat on your back. She tugs your hand and you shimmy closer to her, throwing one of your legs between her’s. The motion is thoughtless as you continue to look at your phone.

You don’t expect it when Agatha snatches the device out of your hand.

“It’s going to cost you to get it back.”

You reach for the phone, failing miserably as you try to grasp it, “And what will it cost me?”

“A kiss.”

You let out an amused huff of air, “Just one?”

Agatha pretends to ponder, “A few.”

“Alright then, deal. A few kisses then I can go back to doom scrolling on Tumblr.”

Agatha sits your phone on the night stand. There’s a gleam in her eyes. One that should let you know that she was up to no good.

You pucker your lips childishly at the older woman, “Ready for my kisses.”

Agatha doesn’t even give you a chance. She places a hand on your waist and begins placing kisses all over your face. Wherever she can get her lips, she kisses.

You laugh at her antics, your voice shrill as she attacks you with kisses, “Agatha!”

She doesn’t stop, instead she takes the hand that was holding yours and extends your arm out. She kisses down and up your arm before locking eyes with you. She has a playfully smolder on her face, “You light my soul on fire.”

You can’t help but let out boisterous laughter. There’s a few helpless tugs on your end, attempts of freeing yourself from Agatha. However, the woman has no plans of letting you go.

Your chest heaves up and down as you attempt to catch your breath. Your eyes shine as they look into hers, “You fill me with warmth.”

Her lips meet yours. The playful energy has disappeared. You feel the atmosphere shifting in real time. Her lips moves against yours, almost hesitating. You meet her tentatively, in no rush to break this bubble that you’re in.

Her breath is minty like your shared toothpaste. The coolness matches the tempo of the kiss. You shiver as Agatha’s hand begins to slide up your bare thigh.

Your breath hitches when her fingers slip past the elastic of your underwear.

“Agatha,” you mumble her name against her lips.

Her eyes open, and they’re loving as the meet yours.

“Can I make you feel good, pretty girl?”

You nod slowly. In a much more deliberate way, she kisses your chin, the base your neck, your collarbone. You pull your shirt over your head in one swift move. She kisses the middle of your chest, before cupping your left breast in her hand.

Your back arches when her mouth takes in your hardened nipple. At first, she’s lost in the feeling of the hard bud in her mouth. Her eyes closed as she licks, sucks, and nips, the sensitive area. It’s when she switches to the right breast, that she keeps eyes contact with you.

Your thumb swipes across her cheek tenderly, “Fuck, I love it when you look at me. Don’t stop, I want you to see how good you make me feel, Aggie."

Once she releases your nipple, she continues to kiss down your abdomen. She’s halfway down when you tuck your finger under her chin. You pull her back up to your lips.

Her tongue slips intto your mouth this time. You let a mewl travel from your mouth into hers, as she kisses you lovingly.

The kiss ends when you tug her shirt over her head. You find yourself staring at her perky breast, once they’re exposed. Agatha kisses your cheek, noticing your staring.

“They’re all yours baby,” she reminds you.

The heat on your face doesn’t stop you from grabbing her breasts in both your hand. You massage them, your fingers twirl her nipples. She moans at the stimulation. You can’t help yourself as your moth begins sucking at the swells of her breasts. She doesn’t stop you, as you mark her.

While you do that, her fingers travel to their original position between your legs. She can feel a small amount of dampness on your underwear It makes you gasp against your skin.

“So wet for me baby,” Agatha slides her finger oast the fabric.

She doesn’t say a word as her fingers drag through your folds. She moves them back and forth a few times, partially unable to believe how soaked you are.

A whimper from you, breaks her trance. She slowly pushes a finger into you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. She finds none, only your mouth slightly open as she slowly thrusts her finger in you.

The sound alone has Agatha pooling in her own panties. She lowers herself so that she has a better view of your pussy swallowing her finger.

“M-more.”

Agatha adds another finger at your request. She picks up the speed just a little. The breathy sounds that were leaving you, turn more solid. She loved hearing you moan because of her.

“Taking me so good baby,” she mumbles mesmerized by the sight in front of her.

“Your fingers were made to be inside of me,” you manage to squeeze out of your mouth.

“I feel you building up for me. I have to taste you before you cum,” Agatha licks her lips.

Soon her head is dipping down. While her fingers pump you, she guides her tongue down your pussy. The first thing she thinks as she taste you, is that she never wants to stop. You taste like heaven to her.

She’s tempted to remove her fingers and fuck you with her tongue, but she wouldn't do that too you while you're this close. Your hips rock into her fingers as your desperation begins to peek through.

“Agatha, I need to- please,” a plea falls from your lips.

Agatha doesn’t respond verbally. Instead she flicks your clit with her tongue before sucking it like a lollipop. She does it twice more using the hand that’s not inside of you to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck,” escapes you as you grip a handful of Agatha’s hair.

She sticks her tongue out just enough to feel tour clit pulsating against it. She’s eating it lazily as your high comes down.

“You’re so perfect,” you say to her, pulling her back up to meet your lips.

You don’t know when she took her panties off, but she did. She slick pussy was making a mess all over your thigh. You couldn’t find yourself to care as she began wiggling her hips as you kissed.

Your hands rest in the dips of her hips, “Let me help you.”

Rhythmically you guide her in riding your thigh. You tense the muscle and you watch her throw her head back. You kiss along her neck while she humps your thigh. You lick long stripes ending with delicate kiss.

“I’m going to cum all over your thigh, baby.”

You keep eye contact with her as you suck on her nipple. Your hands still dictating the swing of her hips.

“Kiss me,” she commands.

Your lips smash against hers. Her hand on the back of your neck keeps you kissing her. Her hips stutter and you feel her muscles go stiff then slack. Her falls into your shoulder. She leaves a light kiss there.

“I think we were supposed to do that before the shower,” you joke lightly.

“Shut up,” Agatha jokes back.

You kiss her forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she raises her head briefly to peck your lips.

The rest of your weekend follows a similar pattern. Both you and Agatha realize that you aren’t willing to give it up. Both of you changing your work schedules, so you can spend the weekends wrapped up in each other.

[nanaminxs]

Hi!!

I love your writing🥹

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a best friend!Dick Grayson x fem!reader smut where she comes over & complains to him about another bad hookup where she didn’t get to cum & he tells her he wants to make her feel good😩😩

eats her out and maybe fucks her slow & deep ,,

heavy praise😩🙏🏻

I’m such a slut for him I can’ttt . thanks for reading heh love ur blog🥹

Dick Grayson is always there for you. Has been since age 12. You go to him for everything, including every single bad hookup.

Most of the time you wouldn’t complain because at least the dick is decent, but the guy you were seeing was just too fucking focused on himself to care about your own needs.

Naturally, you sought out help from your closest friend.

“I just don’t get it,” You sulk, body slumping down into his couch wishing it would swallow you whole.

“He texts me to come over, I ride him til my legs are numb and he can’t even return the favor. I cannot count how many times he came just from a finger light touch. It was pathetic.”

Dick nods and occasionally lets out small hums in acknowledgment as he listened to you.

“Let me make you feel good then.” He blurts out, mentally face palming himself because—did he really just say that to you?

A beat of silence passes before you’re actually registering what he said to you.

“I’m..sorry?” Your head tilts to the side as it that’ll help you hear better.

“Let ME make you feel good.” He stands to his feet, cocking his head over to the hallway that stops at his room.

It’s so surreal. To him anyway—I mean he literally has the person he’s been silently inlove with for years in his bed while he ate her out like a man starved.

Your moans were like a lullaby to him, and he’d do anything he could to keep them going.

His teeth graze your clit, taking the small bud between his lips.

He lets go with a wet sound and his tongue darts out to cover your entire mound.

Your hands dug into his hair, back arching off the sheets you know you shouldn’t be on—but man does he treat you better than any prick you’ve fucked with before.

His thumbs spread your pussy lips and when you look down he’s staring right back at you with a pleading look that just screams ‘cum on my face’

You’ve probably never cum that hard in your life. Especially not from a guy.

Dick spits messily on your cunt, lips glossy and coated in the two of you.

He frees himself from his jeans and nestles right between your legs.

“I can take care of you. Better than everyone who hasn’t gotten a chance to worship you, pretty girl.”

His lips meet with yours. A mix of your slick and his spit mingling on your tongue. The head of his cock pushes into gummy walls and soon he’s burried balls deep into you.

Dick doesn’t shut up. But in that moment he found himself tongue tied—at a lost for words.

“Thereee you go. Jus’ like that. S’a nice fit, yeah?”

He pants out, eyes flickering from where u met to your face with a cheeky grin.

You scowl at him and he’s nodding in understandment.

His hips snap into yours at a slow pace, each stroke so deep his tip kissed your cervix.

“Fuck, Dick!” You moaned out, his lips found your jaw. Soft and simple.

“I know. Lemme take care of you baby—fuck! Let me be yours, let me fuck you how you deserve to be fucked.”

He’s so fixated on the way your cunt pulled him back in after he pulled out, and he’s wondering how on earth he’s managed to get your pretty ass into his bed.

“I got you—lemme feel you. M’right here.” He presses your thighs to your chest, smushed by his frame as he’s fucking into you slightly faster and with much more desperation.

He’d make you cum for the first time during a hookup, and it’s safe to say you’re stuck now because—who can resist a man who knows what he’s doing?

[thelast0fme]

Warm Whiskey & Calloused Hands

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI | Smut | Age Gap | Alcohol Consumption | Rough Sex | Dirty Talk | Praise Kink | Slight Degradation | Unprotected Sex | Creampie | Overstimulation | Soft Aftercare | If I missed any let me know!

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: This is my first one shot so keep that in mind when reading!

Joel was making sure everything was in order when the doorbell rang. He let out a small sigh, rubbing a hand over his beard before making his way over. Opening the door, he found you standing there—a good-looking woman, no doubt. His friends had called you hot, but that never seemed right. Gorgeous, though? Yeah, that fit better.

"Mr. Miller?" you asked, your voice smooth but polite.

"Just Joel’s fine," he said with a small chuckle. "‘Mr. Miller’ makes me sound older than I care for."

That got a smile out of you, and he caught himself staring a second longer than he should have.

"Alright then, Joel," you grinned.

Stepping aside, he motioned for you to come in. You walked past, and he couldn’t help but notice the easy confidence in your stride. He had to admit, for all the babysitters Sarah had burned through, you were certainly the most put-together.

"Alright, so here’s the deal," Joel started, crossing his arms. "I probably won’t be back ‘til ‘round midnight. You sure you’re good with that? Bein’ your first time watchin’ Sarah and all."

You met his gaze without hesitation, giving him a warm smile. "Yep. Can’t be too bad."

He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. "Famous last words."

"So, how long you been doin’ this babysittin’ thing?" Joel asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. His voice was casual, but there was that usual hint of skepticism, like he was sizing you up.

You tilted your head, thinking. "Since I turned eighteen. So… about six years now?"

He gave a small nod, eyes studying you for a beat. "Huh. Guess that’s long enough to know what you’re doin’."

A smirk tugged at your lips. "You havin’ second thoughts, Miller?"

Joel huffed a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "Nah. Just gotta make sure my kid’s in good hands, is all."

"She is, I promise," you said with a warm smile.

Joel studied you for a moment, his gaze steady, unreadable. Then, with a small exhale, he nodded.

"Alright," he muttered. "Guess we’ll see."

There was no malice in his tone, just the guarded caution of a man who’d spent years making sure his kid was safe. Trust didn’t come easy to Joel Miller—but something about you made him want to give it a shot.

Joel let out a small huff of laughter, shaking his head as he grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair. "Yeah, well, don’t go thinkin’ it’s all fancy paperwork and big offices. Mostly just a lotta busted knuckles and long days. But it puts food on the table."

You nodded, tucking your hands into your pockets. "Hard work, huh?"

He glanced at you, smirking. "Somethin’ like that."

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable—just a quiet moment where Joel seemed to take your measure one last time. Then he nodded, as if settling something in his mind. "Alright. Sarah’s upstairs, probably readin’ or listenin’ to music. She knows the rules, but you might have to remind her that bedtime means actual sleep."

You grinned. "I think I can handle that."

"We’ll see," he muttered, amusement flickering behind his eyes. He reached for the door, pausing before pulling it open. "Oh, and uh… she’s got a habit of sneakin’ snacks when she thinks nobody’s watchin’. So if she tries to tell you I let her eat cookies before bed? She’s full of it."

You chuckled, crossing your arms. "Got it. No midnight cookie runs."

Joel gave you a lingering look, something unreadable behind the rough edges of his expression. He didn’t trust easy—years of hard living had seen to that—but there was something about the way you carried yourself that settled some of his usual worry.

"Alright," he finally said, opening the door. "See you at midnight."

And with that, he stepped out into the night, leaving you standing in his home, a warm smirk still tugging at your lips.

"Well, I best get goin’. My brother Tommy’s waitin’ at the site," Joel said, grabbing his keys off the counter.

"Site?" you asked, curiosity piqued. "You do construction or somethin’?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Own a construction business with Tommy."

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. "Didn’t peg you for a business owner."

Joel smirked, tucking his keys into his pocket. "Yeah, well… gotta pay the bills somehow."

Joel let out a small huff of laughter, shaking his head as he grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair. "Yeah, well, don’t go thinkin’ it’s all fancy paperwork and big offices. Mostly just a lotta busted knuckles and long days. But it puts food on the table."

You nodded, tucking your hands into your pockets. "Hard work, huh?"

He glanced at you, smirking. "Somethin’ like that."

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable—just a quiet moment where Joel seemed to take your measure one last time. Then he nodded, as if settling something in his mind. "Alright. Sarah’s upstairs, probably readin’ or listenin’ to music. She knows the rules, but you might have to remind her bedtime means actual sleep."

You grinned. "I think I can handle that."

"We’ll see," he muttered, amusement flickering behind his eyes. He reached for the door, pausing before pulling it open. "Oh, and uh… she’s got a habit of sneakin’ snacks when she thinks nobody’s watchin’. So if she tries to tell you I let her eat cookies before bed? She’s full of it."

You chuckled, crossing your arms. "Got it. No midnight cookie runs."

Joel gave you a lingering look, something unreadable behind the rough edges of his expression. He didn’t trust easy—years of hard living had seen to that—but there was something about the way you carried yourself that settled some of his usual worry.

"Alright," he finally said, opening the door. "See you at midnight."

And with that, he stepped out into the night, leaving you standing in his home, a warm smirk still tugging at your lips.

A few hours had gone by without you seeing Sarah, so you decided to go upstairs and introduce yourself. You walked up the stairs to her room and knocked.

"Come in!" You heard Sarah shout from the other side.

You turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping inside to find her sprawled on her bed, flipping through the pages of a teen magazine. The glow of a small bedside lamp illuminated the room, posters of musicians and movie stars covering the walls. A pair of headphones rested around her neck, music faintly playing from them.

Sarah glanced up at you, curiosity flashing in her eyes before she set the magazine down. "Hey," she greeted casually, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "You’re the new babysitter, right?"

You nodded with a friendly smile. "Yep, that’s me. Figured I should come up and say hi since we’re stuck with each other for the night."

"So, what’s your deal? You gonna be one of those ‘no fun allowed’ babysitters, or are you cool?"

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Guess you’ll just have to wait and see."

Sarah grinned, clearly intrigued. "Alright, game on."

"Guess we’ve both had a bit too much, huh?" he muttered, half-smirking, though his eyes were steady.

You let out a quiet laugh, feeling the alcohol buzz behind it. "Yeah, but I think we’re still good." The words came out a little slurred, but you didn’t care. Neither of you cared.

Another beat of silence hung between you, charged in a way you couldn’t quite explain. You were close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him, close enough to see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. His gaze dropped to your lips again, and this time, neither of you pulled away.

Without thinking, you closed the space between you, leaning in as he did the same. The kiss was slow at first, a tentative exploration. Then, the alcohol took hold, and the kiss deepened, a mix of need and desire that neither of you had expected, but both of you had been too caught up in the moment to deny.

As the kiss deepened, Joel's large hands gripped your hips, pulling you tightly against him with a low, guttural groan. The warmth of his body, the solid strength of him, sent electric shivers down your spine. His fingertips dug in just enough to make your breath hitch, igniting a desperate need that curled low in your stomach.

He moved with slow, deliberate intent, guiding you backward until the edge of the kitchen counter pressed into the small of your back. His lips never left yours, devouring every gasp and whimper as his body caged you in. Then, with a teasing slowness, he trailed hot kisses down your jaw, lingering at the pulse point on your neck. His breath, ragged and heated, fanned against your skin as he sucked lightly, his tongue soothing the spot a second later.

"Goddamn," he muttered against your throat, his voice rough with want. One calloused hand slid beneath your shirt, fingertips tracing lazy circles along your spine before splaying wide against the bare skin of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. The friction between you sent a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your fingers tighten in his hair.

"Joel," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper. His name was a plea, a surrender, a need you couldn't contain.

His hips pressed insistently against yours, the undeniable evidence of his desire making heat pool low in your belly. But as his hand began to wander lower, the hazy fog of passion was interrupted by a single thought—Sarah.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, tugging slightly as you tried to catch your breath. "Shouldn't we go upstairs?" you murmured, voice shaky but insistent. "Sarah could wake up and come downstairs."

Joel stilled for half a second, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he exhaled sharply. Then, with a chuckle, low and wrecked, he pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips. "Yeah," he rasped, voice thick with restraint. "You're right."

But as he stepped back, his dark, heated gaze locked onto yours, promising that this was far from over.

"Let's go."

As Joel took your hand, leading you toward the stairs, his grip was firm, his body still radiating heat from the moment you shared. Each step felt heavier, anticipation thrumming between you. The house was quiet except for the occasional creak of the wooden stairs beneath your feet, the air thick with unsaid words and lingering desire.

When you reached his bedroom, Joel pushed the door shut behind you, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse race. He stepped closer, hands finding your waist again, thumbs brushing slow circles against your skin.

But before he could kiss you again, you tilted your head, meeting his gaze with something teasing and sharp. "You sleep with all your babysitters?"

The question made him pause for a beat, then his lips quirked into that signature smirk, half amused, half dangerous. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as his fingers tightened at your waist. "Nah," he said, voice deep and rough. "Just the ones I can't stop thinkin' about."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, but before you could react, he closed the distance, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss, one that left no room for doubt—this was different. You were different.

And neither of you had any intention of stopping now.

With a possessive hunger, Joel claimed your mouth, his lips demanding, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with yours in a kiss that left no room for breath. His calloused hands gripped your waist, rough fingertips digging into your skin as he pulled you flush against him. You felt the hard press of him against your stomach, his body heat searing through his jeans. With a low grunt, he slid his hands down to your backside, squeezing firmly before hoisting you up with ease.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed, your dress riding up your thighs, lace panties on full display. Joel’s gaze darkened, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you sprawled across his bed. His chest rose and fell heavily, his fingers already pushing the fabric of your dress higher, exposing more of you to his hungry eyes.

“Damn,” he rasped, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “Look at you.”

He climbed onto the bed, bracing himself over you on his forearms. His lips ghosted over your jaw, your throat, his scruff scraping against your skin. You shivered at the feeling, at the deep, gravelly murmur of his voice against your ear.

“You wear this for me?” His fingers trailed over the lace of your panties before dipping lower, teasing at the wetness already pooling between your thighs. “Knew what you were doin’, didn’t you? Dressin’ up all pretty, lettin’ me see just how bad you want it.”

A rough hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look at him. His dark eyes burned into yours, filled with raw hunger. “You want this?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” His lips curled into a smirk before he tugged your dress up and over your head, tossing it aside. His heated gaze roamed over your nearly bare body, lingering on the black lace barely covering you. “Jesus Christ.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your thighs at an agonizing pace. When you were fully bared beneath him, Joel let out a low, appreciative growl. He reached down, palming the bulge straining against his jeans.

“Spread those legs for me, baby.”

You obeyed, and he groaned at the sight of you, dragging a hand through his hair like he was barely holding himself back. He made quick work of his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping before shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. His cock stood thick and heavy in his hand, and he stroked himself once, twice, eyes fixed on the slick heat between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Gonna ruin you.”

He moved in, positioning himself between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock through your wetness before pressing forward, the stretch forcing a gasp from your lips. Joel’s jaw clenched, his fingers gripping your thighs as he sank in inch by inch.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he gritted out, pausing to let you adjust. “So fuckin’ tight.”

You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. That was all the encouragement he needed. He drew back and thrust forward hard, knocking the breath from your lung.

The pace he set was brutal, deep and unrelenting. Every powerful snap of his hips drove him to the hilt, filling you completely. Joel’s hands slid beneath your knees, hiking your legs higher, letting him sink even deeper.

“Fuck—there,” you gasped, your back arching.

Joel smirked, sweat beading along his forehead. “Yeah? That’s the spot?”

His thrusts became merciless, driving into you at just the right angle, over and over until you were trembling beneath him, until you could feel yourself falling apart.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with effort. “Wanna see that pretty face when you come on my cock.”

Your release slammed into you hard, your body clenching around him as you cried out. Joel groaned, his grip tightening on your thighs as he fucked you through it, chasing his own end. A few more deep, punishing thrusts, and he was right there with you, spilling deep inside with a guttural moan.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Joel pressed his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. Slowly, he pulled out, his spend dripping from your wrecked pussy. He groaned at the sight, dragging his fingers through the mess before bringing them to your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed, taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Joel cursed under his breath, shaking his head with a breathless chuckle. “You’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

You exhaled a shaky laugh. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Joel smirked, brushing a hand down your thigh, tracing the marks he’d left behind. “Think you can walk after that?”

You started to sit up, but your legs felt like jelly. “Might need a minute.”

He chuckled as you stood, your legs unsteady.

You met his gaze. “I should call an Uber—”

“Stay,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm.

Before you could protest, he rose from the bed, pulling you into his embrace. He tucked you beneath his chin, his body still radiating warmth. His hand moved in slow, lazy circles over your back—grounding, soothing.

“Ain’t lettin’ you go just yet,” he whispered.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you melted into him. Maybe, just for tonight, you’d stay.

[arc-misadventures]

The Little Girl in the White Coat

Ruby: Ahh?!

Summer: What's wrong, Ruby?

Ruby: I burnt my marshmallow...

Tai: Give it here, Ruby. You can have mine, mine is dice, and brown!

Ruby: Yay! Thanks, Dad!

Qrow: How's yours coming along, Firecracker?

Yang: It's great! If Mom stopped stealing my marshmallows!

Raven: What?! I take offence to that! I did not steal my daughters marshmallows!

Tai: I can see the chocolate on your cheek from your last smore, Dear.

Raven: Ahh crap...

Qrow: Hahaha!

Tai: Alright girls, it's getting late, we best head to bed.

Ruby: What?!

Yang: No!

Tai: Come on girls it's late.

Ruby: Not until you tell us a story!

Yang: A scary ghost story!

Qrow: Well... we are around a campfire, and it is late at night. Its a perfect time for scary ghost stories!

Summer: Okay, but only one ghost story then off to bed with the both of you.

RY: Yay!

Tai: So, who has a scary ghost story. Ray, you got a scary ghost story to tell?

Raven: G-Ghost story?! N-N-N-No! I don't have anything to share!

Summer: Is, Raven...?

Qrow: Afraid of ghosts? Absolutely!

Summer: Oh? Oh that's good to know~!

Tai: What about you, Qrow?

Qrow: The clan didn't really tell scary stories. What about you?

Tai: Dad, never told me any stories around the campfire.

Summer: Well, looks like it's up to me then.

Ruby: You have a ghost story to tell, Mom?!

Yang: Is it scary?!

Summer: Mmm... It is a ghost story, but it's not a scary ghost story.

RY: Nawww...

Summer: But, it's also a story of a hero!

Ruby: A hero?!

Yang: A ghost story about a hero? That doesn't make sense.

Summer: Yes! This is a ghost story about the, Rusted Ghost!

Yang: The Rusted Ghost...?

Ruby: Can ghosts get rusty?

Summer: No, this is just the name of this particular ghost. Now then, you've all heard of the, Rusted Knight before?

Yang: Yeah! From that, Ever After book you read us!

Ruby: The Rusted Knight is the coolest!

Summer: Well, what if I told you a story about how the spirit, the ghost of the, Rusted Knight appears in this world too!

Ruby: What!

Yang: Is that true?!

Summer: Yes! Now then, this is a story about a young girl, no older than you, Yang. A young girl traveling through the woods, she was dressed in her favourite white coat, caring loafs of freshly baked bread to give to her loving grandfather!

Ruby: Bread? Why not smores?

Tai: You can't have another smore, Ruby.

Ruby: Nawww...

Yang: Keep going, Mom!

Summer: Well, as the little girl in the white coat was making her way through the woods, a pack of, Beowulf's jumped out of the bushes surrounding the little girl in the white coat!

Yang: Ahh?!

Ruby: Beowulf's?!

Summer: Yes! Beowulf's! They had come there to steal the little girl with the white coat basket! The evil, Beowulf's wanted all of her freshly baked bread for themselves! But, as the little girl in the white coat was cowering away from the, Beowulf's clutching her basket of bread in her hands. A rustling from the bushes was heard, and out from the bushes emerged, the Rusted Ghost!

Summer: The Rusted Ghost wore stunning pale white armour, he wore a helmet with slit groves in it. The ghost wore an off white cloak billowing in the wind. The ghosts armour was covered in gold that filled crevices in his shattered, and broken armour. The gold bled off across the armour, giving it the appearance of rust! He had a longsword, wrapped in a faded deep blue cloth along the hilt rested against his hip.

Summer: As he neared the monsters he pointed at the monsters, he spoke in a silent yet booming voice demanded that these monsters leave her alone! The Beowulf's all pointed, and laughed at him, they said they weren't going to do anything. That they were going to take the little girl in the white coat bread, and eat it all up!

Summer: But, the Rusted Ghost merely sighed as he drew his sword! And, as the Beowulf's saw this, and they charged him!

Ruby: No?!

Yang: They attacked him?!

Summer: Yes! They charged at the, Rusted Ghost! They bared their fangs at him, but the, Rusted Ghost stood it's ground! As the first, Beowulf lunged at him, his rusted blade flew through the air with a white, and golden blur as it sliced through one, Beowulf after another!

Summer: And, as the last, Beowulf fell, it's body fading into black smoke, disappearing, and blowing away before it even reached the ground! The Rusted Ghost looked around before sheathing it's blade, it walked along the ground with heavy, yet silent steps as it came closer to the girl in the white coat. The Rusted Ghost knelt before the girl, and ask if she was alright.

Summer: The Rusted Ghost asked the little girl in the white coat if she was alright, she said she was fine. The Rusted Ghost asked why she was alone in the woods, she said she was on her way to give this bread to her grandfather. The Rusted Ghost said it would protect the little girl in the white coat all the way to her grandfathers home.

Summer: So, the little girl in the white coat walked alongside the, Rusted Ghost. They walked towards her grandfather's home, as the little girl in the white coat saw her grandfathers house in the distance she ran towards it. She knocked on her grandfathers door, and her saw his dear grandfather. She leapt into his arms as she told him the story of her encounter with the, Rusted Ghost.

Summer: But, as the little girl in the white coat pointed towards the, Rusted Ghost, she pointed towards an empty path that lead out of the woods. The Rusted Ghost was gone! The little girl in the white coat cried out that it was just there, but the grandfather just laughed as he rubbed the little girl in the white coat hair, and brought her inside into enjoy some strawberry jam on a slice of freshly baked bread.

Summer: And, while the little girl in the white coat was sad that the, Rusted Ghost left, the Rusted Ghost was needed elsewhere. For there were other little girls, and boys out there in the world that needed the help from the, Rusted Ghost.

Summer: And, that my girls is the story of, 'The Little Girl in the White Coat, and the Rusted Ghost.' What do you think?

Ruby: That was an amazing story mom!

Yang: That was a great story mom!

Ruby: Another! Anoth... yawnnnnn... another story...

Tai: I don't think so, Ruby, looks like your body is saying it's time for bed. Come on, let's get to bed.

Ruby: But, I don't wanna... Zzzzz...

Qrow: Haha! And, she's out like a light!

Raven: Come on my little dragon, it's time for you to go to bed too.

Yang: Alright, Mom. Goodnight, Mommy.

Summer: Goodnight, Yang.

~~~

Tai: Okay, the girls have been put to bed.

Raven: And, since the kids are asleep, the drinks are out!

Qrow: Yes! Toss a can here!

Raven: Here ya go little brother. Tai, you want one?

Tai: Sure toss it here.

Raven: Here you go. Sunny?

Summer: Hmm?

Raven: You want a beer?

Summer: Oh? No, no thank you.

Raven: Suit yourself.

Qrow: Ahhh! Now this is how you finish a night: Sitting by all your friends around a campfire, drinking a beer under the stars!

Tai: It sure is.

Raven: Ahh~! That hits the spot... So, Summer?

Summer: Yes?

Raven: 'The Little Girl in the White Coat, and the, Rusted Ghost...' You know, I've heard plenty of stories about the, Rusted Ghost, but I've never heard that one before.

Tai: You've heard ghost stories about the, Rusted Ghost? I thought you bandits would tell horror ghost stories around the campfire, not stories about the, Rusted Ghost.

Qrow: No, we've heard quite a few stories about the, Rusted Ghost. but, I've never heard that one before either.

Raven: Did you just make that one on the spot?

Summer: On the spot? No... Well... I... I just tweaked it.

Raven: You 'tweaked it?'

Tai: What do you mean by that?

Summer: Well... The little girl in the white coat, doesn't sound so different than the little girl in the white cloak.

Qrow: The little girl in the white cloak?

Tai: The white cloak?

Raven: Wait, was this story about you?

Summer: Some of it, the real story is actually rather... dark.

Qrow: What do you mean by that?

Summer: ...

Summer: This story takes place when I was fourteen. I was in a small town with my grandfather, I was training to become a, Huntress, and my grandfather took me to this small town dealing with, Grimm attacks.

Summer: While my grandfather was talking to the mayor, two men came to me panicking, they told me they saw some, Grimm. Not thinking about it I followed them, but as we got deeper into the woods, three more men came out of the trees, and jumped me.

Qrow: They what?!

Tai: They jumped you...?!

Summer: Yeah... Two of them forced me to the ground holding my arms as I struggled in vain to get them off. Another kept there hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream for help as another man loomed over me...

Summer: He said I was stupid little girl... A wanna be, Huntress falling for such a simple little trap. Wanting to be the hero, not thinking about running straight into danger.

Summer: His companion... one of the men who tricked me into coming into the woods told the man to shut up, and get on with it already...

Summer: The man standing over me laughed as he told him to shut up, that he was just, 'savouring the moment.' After that, he ripped up my corset, then he tore off my skirt, next was my undershirt... Then lastly... he ripped of my bra...

Summer: Three men were holding me down, another was standing by watching, and the last one was kneeling over me, stripping me naked... In that moment... even after years of facing down hordes of, Grimm, I've never been more scared in all my life. Even now, just talking about it sends chills down my spine...

Tai: Summer... Y-You don't need to continue if...

Summer: No... No, you three are my family... You deserve to know this story. Besides... as scary as this all was, it ends on a somewhat pleasant note...

Raven: How the fuck does a story about almost being rapped end pleasantly?!

Summer: Because I wasn't rapped.

Tai: Oh thank gods...

Qrow: Gods... You scared the shit out of us, Summer! Gods, Raven hand me another beer, I'm going to need it.

Raven: Okay, but I get the other one. Hell, I think I better break out another six pack.

Tai: Good idea...

Qrow: I hate to saying this, but... can you please continue, Summer?

Summer: Okay... Well as I was struggling in vain to break away, there wasn't much a fourteen year old could do to get four fully grown men off of her. A voice, a voice as silent as the nights sky, but boomed with the echoing roar of a thunderstorm spoke up.

Summer: It asked what was going on, the man standing by the side told the man to go fuck off. The voice spoke again, asking what they was doing with that girl, to me. The man laughed as he said that they were going to have some fun with me. In a quiet yet commanding voice I heard the words, 'I see.' I then heard the sound of shuffling of metal as heavy, yet light footsteps neared me.

Summer: The voice said one thing, 'Let the girl go, or die.' The man laughed, and told the man to fuck off. Then, I heard the sound of the drawing of steel, then I heard a small thud, followed by an even heavier thud. The man who tore up my clothes then got up, he pulled a dagger from his waist, and told the man he had fucked up. He then screamed, and fell to the ground clutching the severed stump where his hand once was. Then I heard another sound, the sound of a mans throat being cut.

Summer: As I saw that man's body fall, dead upon the ground, I finally saw my saviour... It was just as I described him to the girls...

Summer: Dressd in full plate armour as white as bleached bones... Antique gold running around the trim of the armour, and filling in the cracks of their broken armour, fading off the white giving it's rusted hue. A long sword with a white blade, and golden antique pommel, and handguard, with a faded deep blue leather around the hilt. He wore a matching bone white cape with gold bleeding off of it that flapped in a calm breeze.

Summer: What stood out to me the most was it's helmet. It was a faceless, emotionless, and yet... I could feel an intense gaze, a silent rage, that held an absolute authority, and control over this situation.

Summer: I had heard stories, even heard rumors, but in that moment all of them were true. That the, Rusted Ghost, no... that the spirit of the, Rusted Knight was real.

Summer: One of the men that was holding me down let go, and charged at the, Rusted Knight. He fell after the brush of one swing of it's sword. The other two men let go of me, pulling out their knives, and charged him. The first one fell when a sword was thrusted through his chest, his body fell onto the ground the, Rusted Knights sword still buried in his chest.

Summer: The last man was grabbed by the throat, and hoisted into the air, turning his body around before slamming his body on the ground. He cried out in pain, and then in fear as the, Rusted knights armoured boot slammed down, crushing the mans skull into a pile paste...

Tai: He crushed his head with his foot?!

Qrow: Damn... talk about a brutal takedown...

Summer: The Rusted Knight's back was facing towards me when it did this, but I distinctly remember the sound, and the way the mans blood splashed about...

Summer: After this mans... execution. The Rusted Knight pulled out it's sword from the dead man's body, flicking the blood off it's blade before sheathing it. It walked over to me, and knelt down in front of me. I covered myself the best I could with my cloak to give myself a modicum of dignity.

Summer: His voice was so calming, even though it felt so cold... But, it said to me... 'Little girl in the white cloak... are you alright?'

Summer: I said I was fine. Well, mostly fine. I was almost rapped just then... But, the Rusted Knight asked if I could stand, and I did after I steadied my nerves. The, Rusted Knight then it said it would guide me back to the town. The Rusted Knight never spoke another word. and yet, despite this intimidating, and commanding aura that the, Rusted Knight had, I've never felt more safe with the, Rusted Knight more so than in all of my life.

Tai: What? I thought you felt safest in my arms?

Summer: Oh, don't be so jealous, Dear~! There is a difference in filling safe within your lovers arms, and a knight in shinning armour. Much less one of myth, and legend.

Tai: Still bet you feel safer with me... You feel safest in my arms don't you, Raven!

Raven: Are your arms my wife's arms?

Tai: N-No...?

Raven: There's your answer.

Tai: Ohh...

Qrow: Pff! Hahaha! Suck it, Tai! You're not your wife's knight in shinning armour!

Tai: Shut up...

Summer: Hahaha. Well, after we reached the edge of the forest to the village, the Rusted Knight stopped, and gestured towards the town. That this was as far as it would go. I saw my grandfather, and I ran towards. My grandfather saw me, and came running towards me, grabbing me, and then screaming at the residents of the town as he say the condition of my clothing. I told my grandfather that despite my appearance I was fine, I told him that I was saved, saved by the spirit of the, Rusted Knight.

Summer: My grandfather said that was ridiculous, but as I pointed to the woods where I came from, the Rusted Knight was no longer there. And, while my grandfather didn't believe me about the whole, Rusted Knight bit, he was forced to believe that someone did save me when he found my would be rapists mangled corpses. After that we went home, and that's the end of my story.

Tai: Whoa... That's... That's a hell of a story...

Summer: You believe me?

Tai: Of course I do, we all do, right guys?

Raven: You're my wife, Summer. I know how good of a liar you are.

Qrow: Or, more correctly, how bad of a liar you are.

Summer: I'm not that bad! R-Right...?

TQR: Ahh-hahaha!

Raven: No, you're worse than that.

Summer: Hey!

Qrow: So, did anything happen after you were nearly... Uhh...?! A-After you met the spirit of the, Rusted Knight?

Summer: Well, I never strayed far from my grandfather, or my teammates after that. But, one day when I was on another mission with my grandfather. I saw this old lady at a shire, it was a shire dedicated to the, Rusted Knight. I told my story to the old lady about my encounter with the, Rusted Knight, she was one of the few people who believed my story about my encounter with the, Rusted Knight.

Tai: Did this old shrine lady believe in your story?

Summer: Yes. She was one of the few people to believe my story wholeheartedly. After that she gave me this charm.

Raven: Oh, so that's what that pendant you hang around your neck is.

Summer: Yep, it may be nothing more simple than a simple copy of the, Rusted knights helmet, which bars a striking resemblance to the real thing, Rusted Knight's helmet.

Qrow: Does it now?

Tai: It is a nice design...

Raven: So, it's a good luck charm of sorts?

Summer: It certainly is to me. I was wearing it when I was made team leader. I was wearing it when the three of us became a couple, I was wearing it when we got married, and when I gave birth to my adorable little rosebud! To me, this charm, meeting the, Rusted Knight has been the greatest possession I've ever been given. Well, second only to my wedding ring~!

Tai: Pff... Now you're just saying that to butter me up.

Summer: Is it working~?

Tai: ...

Tai: Yes...

Summer: Hehehe~!

Qrow: Well, looks like we got our scary ghost story after all...

Raven: I would have preferred a scary monster story than that. But, it's still a hell of a scary story...

Tai: I'll say...

Summer: Well, even after all that had happened, I still wish I could see the, Rusted Knight one more time. I never got to say thank you to him for saving me. I was so in shocked over everything that had happened that it never crossed my mind.

Tai: Wait, did you say, 'Him?'

Summer: Oh, yeah I did.

Tai: What makes you think that the, Rusted Knight was a guy?

Summer: W-Well... The body's shape, and the voice were certainly a mans voice. But, what mostly stood out to me was the, Rusted Knight's eyes...

Qrow: Eyes? The Rusted Knight has eyes?

Raven: And, you saw them?

Summer: I did. When the, Rusted Knight knelt before me, he was at eye level with me. I saw the most beautiful blue eyes~! They were a deep cerulean blue that glowed with an ethereal beauty that was captivating to behold... I fell in love with men having blue eyes that day onward~!

Tai: Oh, so that's why you fell in love with me, because I have blue eyes?!

Qrow: Damn talk about being jealous.

Raven: Even I'm a little jealous... Oh well, maybe there is still a chance you'll see the, Rusted Knight in the future, Summer. In one way, or another.

Summer: One way, or another? What do you mean by that?

Raven: One of the stories we were told is that the, Rusted Knight exists on a whole another plane of reality.

Summer: Wha...?

Raven: They say that, Rusted Knight existence on a whole different plane then ours. Sometimes they appear as a child, an old man, or the knight we all know. They say as a child the spirit of the, Rusted Knight brings joy, and happiness. The old man brings wisdom, and knowledge to those in need. And, the Rusted Knight is the warrior that protects all those that are in need. They say that there are even more forms than that.

Qrow: Yeah, I've heard a story that, Rusted Knight is a spirit that reincarnates into a new body every generation. So who knows, you may meet your, Rusted Knight in another way in the future.

Summer: Oh well, considering the circumstance under how I first met the, Rusted Knight, I would prefer that's how I meet them again.

Qrow: I'll say...

Tai: Well, if by some miracle you do meet again, do let us know how it went.

Summer: Will do. Now then, let's all head to bed, It's getting late, and the girls have school in the morning.

Qrow: Damn... I'd like to stay up more, and chat. But, Sunny's right, we best get to bed. Dealing with the girls antics is already hard enough with a hangover. I don't want to imagine dealing with them when I'm sleep deprived...

Raven: Now that sounds like a nightmare, and a half.

Tai: Well, you heard the little lady: Off to bed everyone!

Qrow: Sweet dreams guys. And, Summer, don't dream too much about knights in rusty armour saving you. You don't want your husband, and wife getting jealous now do you?

Summer: I don't have that many dreams about the, Rusted Knight saving me!

TR: Say what now...?

Summer: Uh oh...

~~~

Years Later

~~~

Summer: Now then... Where are our girls?

Raven: This place hasn't changed much since we attended, Beacon.

Summer: Considering, Ozpin is as stagnated as a mountain, it's not a surprise it hasn't changed.

Raven: There's certainly a lot of people here. I didn't know that many people came for parent visiting day.

Summer: That's only because you, and Qrow hid in our dorm room because you don't have any parents to visit you

Raven: Oh shush you! Now then, let's go find our ki...?!

: Mommmm!

Summer: Hmm? Ooph?!

: Mom! It's so good to see you!

Summer: Ow... Oh, Ruby? Oh it's good to see you too my little girl~! You've gotten stronger, you nearly knocked me down with your semblance.

Ruby: I've been training really hard! Me, and my teammates are doing really good!

Summer: Oh, and where are your fellow teammates?

Ruby: Oh, well, my partner's older sister came today so she's spending time with her big sis. Yang's partners mother came by so she's speaking with her.

Raven: Speaking of, where is my little brat?

Ruby: Oh, she's talking with her partners mom, getting gossip so she can tease her with later. They're in the cafeteria.

Raven: Ahh, that's my girl. Now then, I'll go see what my little brat is up to. I'll see you girls later.

Summer: So, besides your teammates have you made any other friends?

Ruby: Oh, yeah I have! I've made friends with a fellow team, Team JNPR! I'm especially close with their team leader! His name is, Jaune Arc!

Summer: Oh, how close are you two? Can I expect him to visit us all at home any time soon?

Ruby: Mom?! I'm not... We're not like that! Besides... his partner already has dibs on him...

Summer: Oh~? Well, maybe you can share him, just like your mom, and Raven.

Ruby: Mom?!

Summer: Ah-hahahaha!

Ruby: Ohhh!

Ruby: Hmmm? Oh there's dad! DADDDDD!

Summer: Whoo?! My, she’s gotten faster! Well, I'm glad to see she's enjoying herself here.

: Hmmm? You look like an older, Ruby. Are you perhaps, Ruby's mother, Summer?

Summer: Hmm? Why yes, I am. My name is Summer Rose who are... you...?

: Hello! I'm a friend of, Ruby's. My name is, Jaune Arc! It's a pleasure to meet you!

Summer: L-Like wise...? White armour... A longsword with a golden guard, and pommel wrapped in blue leather... And, glowing deep cerulean blue eyes...

Jaune: Is something wrong, Mrs. Rose?

Summer: N-N-No! Nothing's wrong, it's just... your armour, and weapon... It looked similar to someone I knew...

Jaune: Oh really? Anyone I'd know?

Summer: Not likely. The person I knew existed long before my daughter, or you were born.

Jaune: Oh, that's a shame. Ahh well, if there's nothing to be done about it, then that's that.

Summer: Did... Did anyone ever tell you that your eyes... That your eyes seem to glow?

Jaune: A few people have actually. I just think I have bright blue eyes that just makes them look shiny.

Summer: Ohh... that makes sense... Hmm? Oh, your bracer, was it broken?

Jaune: Hmm? Oh yeah, it was broken. Well, cracked would be a more appropriate description. My fellow classmate, a brute with a large war hammer crashed down on my bracer during a training bout, cracking it. But, as you can see, I repaired it.

Summer: But, how did you repair it? Normally when you repair armour that's been cracked you reforge it, right?

Jaune: Normally yes. But, my ancestor learned about this technique in, Mantle called, Kintsugi. It's usually used to repair broken pottery, and the like. But, my ancestor figured out a way to use it to repair armour, and weapons. Despite how it looks, it actually makes my gear stronger than it originally was.

Summer: Oh my, that's an interesting technique, I would love to learn it.

Jaune: Sorry, I'm afraid I can't tell you, Mrs. Rose. It is a family secret after all.

Summer: Then perhaps you could marry one of my daughters, and have one of them tell me?

Jaune: I doubt that would work. Ruby is more likely to ask me to marry her for my families chocolate chip cookie recipe.

Summer: Ah-haha~! Now that sounds like my little girl.

Jaune: Yeah, a lot of our bets are, Ruby demanding cookies from me. I'm getting a little tired of baking cookies, but it's not as bad as my teammates pancake obsession, so I'll take what I can get.

Summer: Well, there's always that one teammates with food obsession. My husband has this strange obsession with pickles.

Jaune: Pickles? Never really cared for them myself, but to each their own.

Summer: Yes, that how things...?!

Tai: Qrow?! No picking fights with the, Schnee girl!

Raven: Fuck her up little bro!

Summer: Haa... I best get going, the last thing I want is my teammates being called to the principles office, especially since we've all graduated already.

Jaune: That'd certainly be funny as hell though.

Summer: Yeah it would be... Well, I best get going, it was a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: It was my pleasure...

Summer: Okay what are they up...?!

Jaune: Little girl in the white cloak.

Summer: Wait, WHAT?!

Summer: How do you know that... Name...?

Summer: ...

Summer: What...? Where did he...?

Ruby: Mom! Come quick! Uncle Qrow is tearing up the courtyard fighting my teammates big sister! You got to stop him!

Summer: What, but... Where did, Jaune go?!

Ruby: Oh you were talking to, Jaune?

Summer: Yeah, he was just here. But, I turned my back to him, and he was just disappeared...

Ruby: Oh yeah, Jaune does that sometime. Honestly I think it's his semblance, or something.

Summer: D-Do you think I could talk to him again?

Ruby: Yeah, sure! But, why do you want to do that?

Summer: I just... I just wanted to say thank you...

[nashusglasses]

3. snakes in the wild (m)

+ based off nsfw prompts: 18.  “I don’t care if it’s wrong.” + 57. “I won’t stop until you pass out.”

note: thirsty thursday was going strong until i took the plot too seriously oops. thirsty friday it is :P these prompts are from this list. send me two prompts and a lads man for next week if u wanna!

note 2: uh oh. saw college AU zayne and caleb by @akiisks and my brain immediately rewired itself. if i say fratboy Caleb three times in front of my mirror will he appear in front of me? also, caleb is nawt a virgin in this story. i know there was some discourse around this on twt so i'm warning you now! SUMMARY.

“Can you stop treating this like I’m your teacher? And don’t call me sir.” You narrow your eyes down at him. “Then would you prefer master?”

or, fratboy!Caleb and a lesson on riding

PAIRING. caleb/reader GENRE. college AU/friends with benefits AU WARNINGS. penetrative sex, squirting, the awkwardness and insecurities of learning sex in general WORD COUNT. 2.9k

“Please don’t look at my dick like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen.”

You try to school your face into something more placid, but it can’t be helped. Every time his boxers come off you’re reminded that he’s hiding a third arm under his pants. He flicks the spot where your eyebrows are furrowed. “I bet you’re into that,” you goad. 

“Into what?” Caleb adjusts where he sits at the top of his bed, teetering into what looks like the urge to hide. A habit borne from your intense staring, because it’s hard not to. You like making him nervous when you sit half-naked on his thighs. 

“You know. Condescension. You ever seen that video where the girl jumps on the guy’s dick?”

He gawks at you. “Wha–no!”

“And it’s like–there’s a hole for his dick to come out of a piece of wood so that she’s literally jumping on it.”

Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose. “You need to stop talking before I go flaccid.”

The threat hangs empty. You don’t think he could be any harder with the pre-come leaking down to his bellybutton. You almost want to praise him for letting you bear witness to such a lewd sight, but you know every compliment you give him will go straight into feeding his ego. 

“Prude,” you sneer instead. He looks like he’s about to insult you back, but you slide your shirt off as concession. He immediately goes for a fistful of your tit, and your throat swells with a grateful moan. “Mm. I’m ready for my lesson today, sir.” 

“You–can you stop treating this like I’m your teacher? And don’t call me sir.”

You narrow your eyes down at him. “Then would you prefer master?”

Caleb looks like he’s about to cry. He pinches your nipple in retaliation till you whine. “Stop trying to psychoanalyze me and come over here.”

He doesn’t wait for your initiative, grabbing you with both hands by your ass to get you level with the warmth of his cock. You blush at how much you enjoy the visual: coating the entirety of his length with the slick he’d coaxed through the most brutal fingerbang he’d ever subjected you to five minutes ago. (It’s a testament to how far you’ve come in this relationship, because you’d cried the first time he’d gotten one finger inside you. One. Damn his thick knuckles.) It’s tempting to forgo lube, but Caleb’s a stickler for good condom etiquette, and you don’t want to spend the rest of the evening with an ice pack stuck to your mound.

Which reminds you:

“Will we ever do a creampie lesson?”

You feel Caleb’s dick twitch. “I am this close to sewing your mouth shut,” he croaks. You feign ignorance, grinding down just to hear him hiss through clenched teeth. “Oh. You’re so wet.”

You think you like this version of Caleb the most. Mouthy, a little desperate – like you’re the one commanding the spotlight and he’s following your every move. For a second you convince yourself the roles are reversed. The innocence of discovering hot pleasure in the girl sitting pretty on his cock, pleading with too-wet eyes to let him make her feel good.

But you know you’ll never have the upperhand, and that’s what gets you shivering with every drag of your hips. “Do you like it?” You’re timid in the question.

Caleb forces a deeper curve, bucking up to your downstroke and your clit snags into heat in the most delicious way. “More than you realize,” he confesses. “You’re hot like this.”

Something in you sings. You know you’d never come from grinding alone, but Caleb makes you want to try. The sounds he makes are enough to get your blood rushing fast. 

“Haah–” You whine when you pick up speed to chase his pleasure, and he gives your ass a squeeze in thanks. “You r-really tried to tell me you’d go flaccid on me.”

He’s too breathless to respond to your jab. “Fuck. If you – ngh – keep going like this, I’m coming.”

In other words: lesson’s over. It’s tempting. Getting him fucked out first just to gloat about your god levels of stamina. But you came to his room today on a mission, and you refuse to let him tap out now.

You stop all movement and you almost groan from the loss. “Condom.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Caleb reaches over to his bedside stand, ripping open a pack. He juts his chin out to the bottle of lube. “Want more?”

“If you don’t want me bleeding out all over your sheets, then yes.”

You watch his ears turn red. Rolling a condom probably doesn’t rank that high on the list of sexiest moves, but damn if you aren’t mesmerized with the way Caleb fits it over his dick. “It’s not that big.”

“It’s not that big,” you mock. “This thing is a pole. God. Looking at it is making me sweat.”

“Why are you always so crass?” But he goes for the lube regardless, squeezing out the gel on his palm. He shivers when he fucks his tight fist. You almost sigh from the show, greedy for every sign of pleasure he’ll give you.

“I like watching you jerk off,” you say next.

Caleb sighs like he’s defeated. “Y-You’re such a pervert.” 

“You like it.”

“I do.” He takes his sticky hand, dragging wet heat on your aching core to get you prepped. You’re spreading your knees before you even think about it. Anticipating the feel of his fingers inside, but he only teases with a shallow thrust. He rubs your clit in apology when you whimper. “C’mere, pretty.”

He beckons with his other hand, lifting up to meet you for a quick kiss. “You nervous?” He asks. There’s no bite to his tone, just a softness that bleeds into genuine concern. 

“Maybe.” You clutch at his shoulders, anxiety melting into the numb feeling he’s massaging into you. “Ah… Just–don’t laugh if I get it wrong.”

Caleb rewards your honesty with another kiss. Swipes the hand playing with your clit on his bare thigh to clean the shine of lube off. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. Do what feels good to you.”

You don’t know what that’s supposed to entail, and that disconnect between your knowledge and his is what pisses you off the most. You almost wish porn could be a symbiotic thing, a literal watch and learn. Your thighs are already starting to burn. “Oh my god. What if I snap your dick in half?”

That gets a hard laugh out of him. “You said it yourself. It’s a pole. Poles don’t break that easily. And you’d know once I start screaming in pain.”

“Don’t say that.” It’s an awful thought – one you don’t dwell on because Caleb just laughs again, taking a hand you have on his shoulder to guide down to his dick like a silent invitation. You at least know this much: squeezing a fist around the head the way you know he likes, dragging a stroke down slowly. 

His chest shrinks with a shaky exhale. “You’re killing me.”

Caleb always does this, you think. Letting you set the pace at the expense of his patience.  Chivalry died and came back to life as the man shivering from you pumping his dick. 

You don’t care to announce it. You shift on your knees, position the tip of his dick where you’re leaking. Dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you watch yourself try to sink down. 

(Your cheeks grow hot, thinking back to the very first time Caleb tried to fit his dick inside you. You’d kept squeezing him out with every threat of a push, and he had to pin you down by your hips to stop you from squirming so much. “You can take me,” he’d whispered. “You’re my good girl, right?”)

You let that feeling wash over you now; a pull of reverence like somehow you’d sinned and he’d bring you salvation. You roll down till the stretch burns too much for you to comfortably pace yourself on. 

Caleb suddenly claws at your hips, and you look up to see his head tossed back, groaning deep.

It’s dangerous, how downright erotic he looks. You hide the thrill racing down your spine with a quip you know he can barely hear from how hard he’s breathing. “You good there big boy?” 

“Ne-ver better.” His voice cracks around the edges. “Yeah. Yeah. You good?”

“It’s–” you still struggle with the feeling, like your pussy is computing the pleasure of the angle just as slowly as your brain is– “okay.”

You think. It’s not bad. If anything, Caleb’s reaction is enough material for you to fantasize about for the next fifty years. He gathers his bearings quickly, though, twitchy with embarrassment, still gripping hard at your hips. (As if you’d ever laugh at such a show of vulnerability. You’re not that cruel.)

He says nothing. You rock into the gravity of his pelvis, hiss with every additional inch you bury into until you’re down to the hilt. “O-Oh,” you whimper. The ache blooms into something else now. Better. Heat that swells and swells into your ribs, and you realize you’ve never felt so full before.

Caleb hugs you close, kissing you in place of verbal praise. “Need my help now?”

You nod, stuck in the wrong-right headspace of feeling impaled, barely finding the will to hinge at your knees to ride him properly because you’re still so clueless. He does it for you with ease. Lifting your ass just to get that delicious upstroke, and when you come down his balls smack a lewd noise on your skin. 

“Caleb,” you hiccup. “That’s–oh fuck.”

He’s red down to his chest. “S’okay?” 

“Mhm–!”

It’s a bit easier to settle in the rhythm, finding a bounce in your own movement that makes Caleb’s hands deadweight. The only guidance is your shared pleasure, and you coax him down to his back with a push to his chest to test a better angle.

It works. Sort of. You choke with the heavy drag of your cunt squeezing him raw. “Oh, this–oh. This. Feels…” 

“Good?” He asks. You can’t decide. You try again, tensing at your knees when a downstroke pinches too tight on your walls. “Lean into me. Take what you need.”

You keep up with a stilted rhythm, clenched fists over the beating of his heart. You try to match every pulse. Up, down, swiveling into the roiling feeling in your core, but it’s not enough.

He teases clammy hands up your navel to your breasts, squeezes in time with your next downstroke to steal your inhale. “Fuck–I’m–already out of breath,” you complain. 

“You barely started.” At least he has the decency to look sympathetic. “Does it still feel okay though?”

“It does. I think.” The burn lingers, though it comes second to the way Caleb arches into you with every mini-stroke you offer on tired knees. You’d be happy without coming, you decide, if only to see him fucked out like this.

He blinks. “Think you can keep going?”

It’s almost hurtful, his doubt. But even you can’t deny you’re starting to quiver with frustration, all the bravado of finding purpose in your ability to fuck going straight out the window the longer you hover. 

You watch him. Dilated eyes, lips chapped, shining forehead. Pulsing wet inside the deepest he can be. He won’t buck up for his pleasure, not unless you answer him truthfully. 

“I want to,” you say weakly. God do you want to. You get the sudden and overwhelming urge to keep him here forever. “Fuck. I wish you could just – tell me what to do.”

Caleb shakes with quiet laughter. “I just want you to feel good.”

“That’s the thing. You keep saying that. I don’t – it feels good and then it doesn’t and it’s so – like – do I look sexy? Do I – feel good to you? For you?”

You’ll probably laugh about this later. His cock is lodged inside you and you’re asking him if he thinks you look good like you’re showing him a cute outfit for a date. 

Caleb just pulls you down by the nape of your neck. Hovers his lips over yours when he whispers: “You’re right where I want you to be.”

Your core blossoms into a pure, needy ache when he jerks his hips up. Hard.

“Let’s end the lesson early then.” He kisses you, and you melt into the sweetness. “I’m proud. Try to keep up now, yeah?”

He’s done easing you into it. A part of you was done a while ago, you think.

“Lesson number two,” he grunts. “Just let me make you feel good.”

“Oh–Caleb–ngh–!” 

You yelp with the borderline carnal pace he sets, hands barely finding leverage on his sweating chest. All that stored energy from his patience releasing with every wet thrust he bucks through. Your thighs go numb.

One hand grips your ass, the other seizing the roots of your hair to keep your eyes on him. He grunts: “You like when I fuck you hard?”

You’d nod if his fist wasn’t so tight on your head. “Uh–uh huh,” you breathe, trying hard to angle your ass back in a way that feels nice. There’s no guarantee of an orgasm like this but the sound of such thorough fucking has your head already clouding into a faux-high. 

“I like it too baby. Love the way you feel on my cock.”

Your insides squeeze at the confession. There. You steel your knees, the tip of his dick finally hitting a spot you can grind into and you urge with wet eyes, “Keep talking.”

“Yeah? Fuck. You just squeezed me so hard. You’re so good for me, baby. So wet. So hot. You’re so perfect for me, you did such a good job. Let me take care of you now.”

Your clit pulses with every dirty word, and you’re near-desperate to blackout with your fingers rubbing heat into it. It’s not enough. You sob. “I wanna–ugh–”

“Hm? What does my pretty girl want?” 

You don’t know how he can look so calm when you’re being fucked fifty ways to hell. You shake your head till he lets up on his hold, and with the extra space for movement, you immediately shoot a hand down to where your cunt weeps. “Shit,” he says. “You wanna come?”

“Please–”

If you gloat about stamina, Caleb has drive. You feel him shift in his heels, digging into the mattress for the extra leverage he can drill up inside you’re dripping. “There you go,” he moans, watching your fingers slip on your clit and you whine with the attention. 

“Oh god,” you say through clenched teeth. Your brain relaxes into that floaty state indicative of a mind-numbing fuck, like it knows you’re well on your way to nirvana if you just give in already. Caleb’s good at that. Rendering your body so useless all you can do is take what he gives you.

“I won’t stop till you pass out,” he threatens, nails digging moons into your ass. You sob at the thought. “You want that? Fuck you so good all you can do is take it. Like. A. Good. Girl.”

There’s nothing for you to do. Your fingers numb to the motion of stroking your clit till you’re wailing, letting every word soothe your muscles into lax pleasure. “C-Close,” you squeal.

You feel Caleb’s abs tense under your belly, chin tilting up to swallow your groaning. He kisses you like he’s parched. And you don’t ask, but somehow he already knows you’re waiting for his command.

“Come on, baby. I’ll take you there. You’re so pretty when you sound like that,” he whispers, breath stilting into exhaustion. “Can you show me how you come for me?”

Your body answers for you. The heat curls out from your gut at such frightening speed you almost teeter off out of his arms, burying your forehead into his shoulder as you come hard, clit taut against your spasming fingers. 

You blank into white-hot pleasure, throat dry from your crying, and something–something is wet and sticky against your mound. You don’t know. You think Caleb’s coming too, stuttering with heavy strokes and he holds you so tightly you stop breathing for a second.

Your hearts race in tandem. You’re sweating in every awkward crease of your body, and you begin the feat of pulling off from his softening dick. “Ugh,” you groan, core fighting with a squeeze to keep him in, “stupid fucking fat dick, ow.”

You collapse onto your side. Caleb is just as dead to the world, arms akimbo. “So mean,” he breathes. “What it’d ever do to you.”

“Fuck me till I squirted, apparently.”

You clench, seeing his abs practically shine. He tries to laugh, but it comes out like a sad wheeze. “Good job. A plus plus.”

“Man.” You don’t know how you’re even talking. It’s taking every bit of your consciousness to converse right now. “You have to tell me who taught you how to talk like that.”

It takes a while for Caleb to say anything. The air settles with your breaths trying to catch a calmer tempo. 

“Well.” When you open your eyes to look at him, he’s staring blankly at the ceiling. “You know I don’t say stuff I don’t mean.”

He doesn’t explain any further. You don’t ask. 

(You never do.)

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 22

Bruce and Selina walked into Wayne Manor

Selina: Tonight was nice Bruce.

Bruce: Glad you liked it.

Selina (running her hand down Bruce's chest): You know, I don't have any plans for tomorrow, I could stay the night.

Bruce: Sure thing, would you like a guest room or share my room?

Selina: I think you know that answer to that.

They kiss.

Jason: You're home late.

Bruce (after restarting his heart): Jason! You almost gave me a heart attack.

Damian: It is late father, and now you bring home your partner? If you two are to share a bed, please take the necessary precautions. Personally I see no reason to have an additional sibling.

Bruce (embarrassed): Damian!

Dick: Damian has a point isn't seven children enough for you?

Tim: Honestly, I don't know how much more Alfred can take.

Steph: Poor Alfred.

Cass (signing): We're looking out for Alfred.

Duke: We'll always look out for Alfred.

Selina (laughing): Well it looks like your kids object, I'll use a guest room.

Bruce: No, this is my house, and I'll do whatever I want.

Danny: That's what he said.

Bruce: Danny...

Selina: Danny!? Oh my, hi! It's so nice to meet you. Sorry for not coming by sooner, I've been off-world for a while doing- She looks at Bruce. Stuff that was 100% legal, and only came back last night.

Danny: It's nice to meet you too, can I call you grandma?

Bruce starts choking

Jason: Hmm, well we all do call Selina "mom" once in a while.

Damian: Well I call her Ms. Selina, I have a mother, but yes she is a good maternal figure, even if dad is too much of a coward to propose marriage.

Dick: Truer worlds have never been spoken.

Duke: Especially given this will they, won't they, is a more of a what don't they.

Selina (laughing): I like my relationship with your father as it is, though I won't be opposed to getting married some day. As for your question Danny, you may call me grandma.

Bruce (who currently wants to melt from embarrassment): Selina let's go, besides the children are up well pass their bedtime.

Batkids: Boo.

Bruce: Don't make me get Alfred.

Batkids: Bed, got it!

The kids disperse to their rooms.

Bruce: I'm so sorry about that.

Selina: Are you kidding? I love those kids, plus I'm a grandma now. And really, bedtime? Dick is 25, Jason is only here half the time, Cass is your second youngest and she's 19, I understand Damian given he's only 12, but I don't think you have jurisdiction over Danny's bedtime.

Bruce: My house my rules.

Selina: Fair enough. Selina placed her hand on Bruce's cheek. Now, where were we?

Bruce (resting his head on Selina's hand): I believe we were heading to my room.

Selina: Lead the way then.

(Master Post)

[midnightdevotion]

Not Real (1)

Hi Guys!! I mentioned writing this fic back in august??? anyways sorry for taking so long. I'm trying to have more balance with my creative hobbies and do them more regularly.

Description: Hangman, ever elusive and avoiding commitment finally finds the one. Except she doesn't think love is real anymore. Part 1

Warnings: Depression, Reader loses themselves, Slow burn, and I do use y/n so sue me ig

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female Reader

Readers POV

It's an uncharacteristically rainy day in Southern California. You heave a small sigh at the ever lasting grey clouds. To be completely honest, your life has felt like an everlasting grey cloud recently.

Heart broken one too many times, seemed to take the color out of life. You were someone who looked at fuzzy bumble bee's and grinned. Who felt the wind blow against her skin and let it relax any tension.

Now it was like nothing but grey existed in your mind. You didn't know how to escape the hallow shell you have turned into. It felt like the person you were is so far gone and yet you still vividly remember every thing. Every thing you loved about the version of you, you just can't seem to reach any more.

The easy laughter no longer came, the yellow sunshine your personality was described as now ashes and dull. The worst part of all of it was nobody noticed.

Nobody put together how your entire world was ripped away and nobody saw how it changed you. How you could barely get through the day, crawling back into bed as soon as you get home.

These endless grey days lasted months. A good thing would happen, you got a raise, and cried to yourself later that night. It was good, why didn't anything feel good, why didn't you feel like enough anymore.

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You could feel the change, not sure when it happened but it felt like it was so slow and then all at once. One day you couldn't imagine being happy ever again, and suddenly, one day you had your spark back.

You'd never wish on your worst enemy the 8 months you had just lived through, the thoughts that haunted you now just painful memories you can push to the side and leave behind.

You found friends you genuinely feel happy to know. Who have your back in every scenario. It started with meeting Phoenix, or rather Natasha. You first met Natasha after forcing yourself to go to the gym regularly. Hoping the endorphins that release from exercise would help your depression.

In ways they did, like the butterfly effect. You went to the gym, every day for a week and Natasha noticed. She noticed the empty eyes, and came up to you one afternoon. She introduced herself and asked if you wanted to be friends, In her exact words

"I'm sorry if this sounds weird but I work with all dudes and I genuinely need someone to talk to that doesn't rage testosterone, soooo brunch Sunday?"

And it sparked a real laugh out of you, a sound that use to be so common to you now unfamiliar to your own ears.

It's been six months since then, you and Phoenix have grow very close, She has introduces you to a few of her coworkers 'the safe few' she has dubbed them.

It was a usual Thursday night for you when you get a call from her, asking you to come to the hard deck. Which is unusual for her, she usually liked to keep her aviator life separate from her friendship with you.

It didn't bother you, her reasoning of pilots are assholes and your aversion to getting hurt again made it pretty straight forward to take her word for it.

So when you pulled up to the parking lot of the infamous bar she frequents with her navy friends. It feels a little like going into the lions den.

You roll you shoulders and sigh. An old version of you tickling the back of your mind that this is what you should be doing when you're young and single. Not moping because your heart got shattered beyond repair. Or so you believed anyways.

The loud ambiance of the bar was startling slightly, for a Thursday night the bar is packed. A sea of never ending khaki it takes you a few minutes to find your friend.

"y/n!" Rooster calls, one of the few 'safe friends' you have met. He has always been nice to you, and in fact regularly joins your girls nights.

"Hi rooster" you grin at the mustached golden retriever. Giving him a side hug, trying not to feel intimidated by the eyes on you. "nobody told me khaki was the move tonight" you laughed

Rooster shook his head grinning. "I know, it's bad isn't it" and okay it definitely isn't the look for some, but you will definitely attest that rooster and every in this area seems to pull them off well.

"oof" a grunt leaves your lips as you are suddenly hugged from the side, a slightly taller brunette almost taking you down with her on impact.

"Nat what on earth" you laugh.

"I-II knew you would c-come!" She slurred her words and her eyes looked at you unfocused. You furrow your brow and help balance her.

"uh phoenix why did you ask me to come? do you need a ride home?" there was a small part of you that was hoping she would say yes and you could leave the loud crowd, especially feeling like a sore thumb being one of the very few people in denim shorts and a tank top.

"No- No, si-silly. Hangman here said I didn't have any friends, so I bet him I did and that you would come here and prove it." you laughed because Natasha was always betting on things, especially when she gets tipsy. "he owes me fifty bucks now" she grins

"HANGMAN!!" you wince as she shouts in your left ear. You hear a slow drawl that sounds like he's somewhere from the south in reply.

"Yea yea Phe, I will get you cash tomorrow" You turn your head and notice the tall blonde man leaning against the wall. Clearly watching this whole interaction. He gives you a wide grin, one you can tell right away means he gets what he wants and has no problem breaking hearts.

"what I can't figure out is why phoenix has been hiding you all this time" his eyebrow raises when he notice you grimace, his clear attempt to be charming not impressing you.

"probably cause pilots are assholes" is your albeit maybe a little to monotoned reply. It's not that you wanted to be mean. You just had to shut down any attempt at flirting. You don't think any version of your heart could ever love again.

What you didn't expect was for him to cock his head a small smile playing on his lips.

"well Phoenix has always been smart that way" not offended that you basically called him and half the people in this bar an asshole. "I'm Jake though, or as you heard earlier, hangman"

You just nod, finally getting introductions to the rest of the group. Excluding bob and rooster, the only other pilots you had been introduced too.

Despite only being called upon to win fifty dollars (which phoenix is buying brunch for on Sunday) You found yourself enjoying the company and getting to know the people Phoenix spent most of her time with. Finally putting names to faces she has definitely complained about.

At a certain point rooster goes up to the piano, something you had heard he does before coming tonight. You exited the bar for a few minutes to breathe. Thinking about the past and how the old you would be relishing in the socialization, singing along with rooster and the others, no worried and unbroken.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you startle looking to the left and seeing hangman leaning against the wall to the bar.

"Trust me you don't want to spend a penny on those" you laugh, but it feels a little hallow.

"why not, I already spent fifty bucks to prove you existed" that laugh comes a little easier.

"why'd you do that by the way?" you question. he had to have known you were real.

"honestly because phoenix talks about you a lot, and rooster and bob started mentioning you and I was curious"

"curiosity cost the cat fifty dollars apparently" you throw a grin at him, walking out to the sand kicking your sandals to the side to feel the coldness of the sand touch your skin. You weren't surprised when he followed, you kind of expected it.

"it sure did... but I have a gut feeling it was the best money I've every spent" It makes something old and dead flutter inside you, and it scares the shit out of you.

"I don't know you ever spend fifty bucks on pizza when it's just you? cause that's some pretty good self care to me" you can't tell how he takes your evasion of his comment.

"that's pretty good too, but my gut feelings are usually right." in the past maybe heat would've rushed to your cheeks at his comment. Now though, fear rushed to your heart. You turned to look at him. No response on the tip of your tongue, and you were scared how awkward this interaction was going to get.

"well goodnight Darling, hope I see you again soon" and he smiled at you, then turned and walked to his truck. You watched as he pulled out of the parking lot, until his taillights faded. You headed back into the bar to say your goodbyes.

Later that night as you crawled into bed, mind blazing over everything that happened unexpectedly and knowing you'll be in for a tired tomorrow.

You couldn't get the thought of a certain blue eyed pilot out of you mind.

----

Jakes POV

He'd been hearing stories about you for months, Funny, sarcastic, kind, caring, every thing you could imagine in form of stories for months. At first he thought nothing of it, Phoenix having a girl friend is probably good when she deals with him everyday.

Then Bob started talking about you and funny stories with you and Phoenix. Then Rooster added into the group. It was safe to say Jake was feeling severe FOMO.

He had a plan. Get phoenix tipsy and she's pretty suggestible to anything, especially betting. So yes he planned on getting you to the bar, shamelessly flirting with Phoenix's friend and annoying Natasha the next day.

The universe had other plans, because when Jake laid eyes on you, it was like a spotlight was shining on you, he couldn't see anyone else. The bitter rage he felt at roosters hand on your side when you gave him a sheepish hug, burned hot.

So when he hit you with a flirty one liner, and you retorted, usually he wouldn't have given up. He saw it though, in your eyes, the cold dark fear. He became curious, what happened to make you so guarded, and why did he want to solve that so badly?

He sat in that bar and watched you laugh and joke, the smile never really reached your eyes though.

So Jake went home that night, focused on a new goal.

He wants to make you smile-- really smile.

[semihearts]

Flashbacks

Pairing: Nam-gyu x reader

Summary: Thanos and Se-mi help Nam-gyu understand his feelings, and in their own way, they made it work for you two.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you like this one, feel free to leave suggestions and opinions, sorry for any mistakes!

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When Thanos spoke to Namgyu about Y/n and his obvious crush, he just scoffed and ignored it. But when he caught himself getting out of his way to help you during Mingle, he knew something definitely wasn’t right.

During lunch time, Namgyu sat on the stairs close to his bed, trying to understand his feelings and deal with them. Out of nowhere Se-mi and Thanos popped up and invited themselves to eat together .

“Bro I didn’t know that saying that shit about Y/n would make you go mental” said Thanos who was already giggling like a high schooler with Se-mi. “Wouldn’t take you for the romantic type but I guess you’re full of surprises” .

‘’You fuckers, tell me at least one time I acted like I was into her or something”. Namgyu said.

“We could make a thread on twitter with all the moments, if I had my phone I swear I would do it”! Semi said, laughing along with Thanos.

“Well, lets start the flashbacks! I say one and then Semi says another”.

- Bro when you changed beds with her because she was afraid of heights and wanted to be closer to the ground.

- When you stopped being an idiot for once and helped her go to the bathroom after one of the guards were denying it during lights out.

- Man!! Remember when you gave her your coat in the middle of the night because she was feeling cold? I bet you thought we didn’t know about this one right?

- Uh lemme think… Oh you tied her shoes before Mingle started.

- Good one Se-mi.. that reminds me that you chose HER to be your duo during Mingle, I had to find someone else to pair up with!!

- Last but not least of our list is… last night you didn’t sleep so you could protect her during lights out. I BET you had no idea that we knew about this one too right? You’re cooked Nam-gyu!!

“ Enough shit heads, need to go to the bathroom, bro you comin?”

And just like that both of them went to the bathroom, the problem? They got in the feminine one.

“I told you bro, I don’t fall in love, how does that even work?’

“Nam-gyu my man, you don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it, you know?”

“good one bro- what the fuck-‘

Thanos ran into one of the stalls leaving Namgyu alone, confused he looked behind, and that’s when he saw you.

“ Uh… why are you here’’ ‘’ I don’t know I swear- we were just talking about you-“ “We? We who? And what were you talking about me?” “basically he’s in love with you’ a voice coming from one of the stalls said ( and you definitely knew who it was from).

“ Dude what the fuck?? Ignore him’’.

“ is it true?” “ I mean, I don’t know, they made like a flashback thing and they said stuff that I didn’t even realized, I never really loved someone before and I don’t know how it works-“ “ You don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it-“ “Shut up Thanos!”you both said in unison.

“ Look Namgyu, this isn’t the right place to fall in love but we can try to make this work, what do you think?”

Love is beautiful right? You were about to kiss him when you heard a loud bang coming from the stalls. You both thought that Thanos was leaving the bathroom, but when you looked at him, he went to wash his hands.

“ I swear i’ll be really quick”.

“Just fuck off bro!!”.

[cosmowgyral]

"Lover's Contract: A night of immoral deeds"

▪︎ Nica Schwartz

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken.

Since Nica is not yet out in the EN server, there might be terms that will turn out different than what I have used here when he is finally released. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Nica: Lover’s club has three rules.

Nica: One, never tell each other’s secrets.

Nica: Two, actively consider any proposal for an affair, even if it’s abnormal.

Nica: Three, if either of you gets a new lover, end the relationship.

Nica: What do you think? It sounds fun.

I lowered my eyes and sighed, unlike Nica, who had the corners of his mouth curled in laughter.

(Why did it have to come to this….)

A few hours back-----

As I crouched down in front of the flower bed and looked at the flowers, a shadow obstructed my field of vision.

Nica: What are you doing here?

Kate: Nica?

He was looking down at me, and didn’t somehow seem like his usual carefree self.

(He seems a bit grumpy…..)

He pursed his lips and looked at me with a dissatisfied expression.

Kate: Did something happen?

Nica: Oh yes, listen Robin.

Nica: I had the worst day today; a bird pooped on my clothes and then I stepped on fallen food.

Nica: On top of that, I was accused by a stranger and almost got punched.

Nica, who has been plagued by continuous misfortunes, tried to remove the bird poop from his clothes.

Wait a second, did he just say he was about to be punched by a stranger?

Nica: The misunderstanding was cleared but…..

The man who was about to hit him had mistakenly thought that Nica was his wife’s lover.

Nica had stopped in front of the house where his wife's lover resided.

Nica: So, when he was waiting to ambush the guy, I happened to stop there and he mistook me for him.   

It seems the man’s wife hadn’t been home for almost a week---.

(That’s actually a bit sad…..)

Seeing him with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly displeased made me feel sorry for him.  

Kate: How about doing something fun to relax?

Kate: I can go out with you if you’re okay with it.

Fortunately, he smiled at me.

Nica: Well, there is a place I want to go with you.

Kate: Where is it?

Perhaps he is feeling a little better now because there was a shift in his expression.

Nica’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

Nica: Love. People. Club. Fun.

He uttered some strange words.

The lover’s club is a club where you can spend time with your lover in secret.

It is apparently held only at night in a certain mansion as a place for people to spend an immoral night indulging in pleasure.

The man who attempted to hit Nica is now at his wit's end because it appears that his wife also frequents the club----.

Nica: So I thought I’d step in and lend a hand.

He leaned closer to me, his eyes sparkling.

Nica: Hey Robin, let’s sneak in together and find the man’s wife.

Kate: Umm….

Seeing that I was not showing any enthusiasm, his shoulders visibly slumped.

Nica: You were the one who said you’d join me for a change of pace.

Nica: I was really happy….but it seems like you don’t want to go with me…

(Oh cmon!)

Kate: Okay, but I’ll come back as soon as we’re done finding his wife!

Nica: As expected of the Robin, you get things done quickly.

And then, Nica gave me a broad smile----.

Nica: So from now on, you are my lover.

(back to the present)

(When I asked him to relax a bit, I never imagined that I would become his lover and sneak into a club with him.…)

Nica took out a photo from his pocket.

Nica: This is his wife. Her lover is a young man about the same age as us.

Nica: Apparently they’re known as the Queen and the Prince in the club. How funny.

This woman known as ‘Queen’ possessed an alluring aura, although it was unclear how old she was.

 Nica: Once we get hold of the woman, we hand her over to her husband. That’s our mission.

Kate: Okay, I understand…but why did you decide to cooperate with the man, Nica?

I asked him the question because I couldn't figure out why he would cooperate with a man who had nearly punched him.

Nica: Robin, we forged a bond of friendship between us men.

Nica: We were two unfortunate men, so we decided to help each other out.

He didn’t give me a proper reason.

(Knowing Nica, I doubt he’ll want to help out with only good intentions….)

I look at him suspiciously, unable to believe that a man who loved money so much, would cooperate without a compensation.

Nica: While we’re on the topic, let’s decide on a setting.

Nica: Wouldn’t it be okay if you were the wife of a company’s president and I was an employee working at your husband’s company?

Kate: But you look like the one with more money.

He appears much wealthier than I do because of all those pricey accessories he is wearing.

Suddenly, he sat down next to me, and began running his fingers through my hair.

Nica: I would want you to dress me up as your lover.

The lips that were resting on the ends of my hair make a soft sound.

Nica: Because I want to prove that I belong to you.

My heart started racing as I was stunned by the sudden kiss.

Then, my eyes met Nica’s.

Nica: Don’t be surprised by something like this, we’re lovers.

His captivating smile enthralled me, but then I gasped when the carriage came to a quick stop.

Nica: Looks like we arrived, Robin. Are you ready?

He held out his arm in front of me, and gave me a look that suggested I accept it.

I nodded slightly and wrapped my arm around his as instructed.

Nica: Well then, shall we indulge in a one night’s forbidden affair?

That endearing voice marked the beginning of a nightlong love affair.

[Masterlist] [Chapter2]

[littelovelunette]

SEVIKA FLUFF WE NEED MORE MA

I mean what about post!war Sevika being a concil member and meeting council!reader. What about about them working together to build a good future for Zaun and BOOM falling love. What about Sevika finaly being happy and safe in a relationship and finaly settling sown and enjoy life instead of fighting everyday ?

Please pretty please, our woman deserve a breakkkkk

Sevika's Little One (3)

Here's something similar, I didn't stick to the council!Reader thing because well, Sevika doesn't seem to have a lot of peers in there who like her, and it would be going against the original Sevika thing, so I combined it with another series, hope you like it!

Let me know if I should make more of these!

A few years passed ever since you'd given birth and Heather was now 4 years old. You were tired as it was dealing with your daughter's stubbornness which she most certainly got from your wife— Sevika.

You dusted the shelves, your daughter following you around as she imitated what you did with a small duster, hair in a hairnet and an apron a bit too big for her.

You straightened the photo frames, smiling at the one that reminded you of Sevika getting in the council.

Well, at least, things were sort of okay now.

“Mama!” Heather squealed, “When will mom get home?”

This was her way of acknowledging two mothers. Mumma/mama for you, mom/mum for Sevika.

“Soon, baby.” You replied, closing the shelf doors and walking to take the clothes out for the drier.

“Probably in an hour.” You added as you put the dry clothes in the basket and took them to the bedroom to fold.

“Mamaaaaaa!” Heather yelled in her tiny voice again.

You smiled at the sheer adorableness of your daughter.

“Can we have pasta for dinner?” She asked happily, pulling at the edges of her dress.

You pulled her hands away from the hem of her dress, “Sure, love.”

“Come help mama.” You said and put the clothes down on the bed.

Heather happily clambered over the bed and watched you intently, silently asking what you needed help in.

You started folding the dry clothes and Heather quickly followed suit however her pile of folded clothes were messier than yours.

A little messy would be an understatement. “Mama, look! Am I doing well?”

You looked at the pile of clothes, smiling a little, “Yeah, it's alright.”

“It's beautiful!” Heather urged indignantly. Your daughter was obsessed with the word ‘beautiful’— an adjective Sevika used to compliment her on a daily basis so now it was either beautiful or nothing.

“Yeah, baby, it's beautiful.” You laughed a little but before Heather could press any further Sevika's voice called out. “I'm home!”

Instantly, Heather made a beeline towards the door screaming at the top of her lungs, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

“There's my little angel!” Sevika gasped a little as Heather flew into Sevika's arms, jumping and bumping her head against Sevika's chin. “Little—”

“Hey,” you smiled as you walked up to her and pressed a kiss where she just got head bumped. “How was your day?”

“Just got better.”

Sevika walked into the dining room with Heather in her arms who was chattering happily, talking about how she did her chores and how she'd been a good girl.

“I was just about to get started on making dinner. Heather wants pasta,” you took the ingredients out.

“Pasta, huh?” Sevika smiled down at Heather. “She took a shower?”

“No, I've been too busy, today's her hair wash day.” You looked back at Sevika briefly. “Think you could help her wash her hair today?”

“Absolutely.” Sevika smiled and got up, Heather in her arms.

“Yayyy!” Heather squealed and squirmed around, climbing Sevika's bicep and onto her shoulder.

“Careful there.” Sevika chuckled and walked into the bathroom.

Loud squeals and giggles erupted from the bathroom where you were sure Heather was giving Sevika a hard time while she tried to shower her little princess. You smiled to yourself, preparing dinner.

"Mamaaaaaa!" Heather giggled and yelled out from the bathroom, "Save meeeee!"

You knew they were playing around so you just laughed, and continued to cook. A while later small footsteps echoed around the house and Heather ran upto you. "Mamaaaaa!"

"Yeah, Heather? Whats up?" You asked not looking down at her but once you did, you broke in a fit of laughter.

Heather's hair was molded up with shampoo to form a shark's fin, you were sure this was Sevika's doing. "Sevika! What did you do to her hair?" You continued laughing barely able to catch your own breath. Your daughter looked positively ridiculous, not to mention she was soaking wet and running around the house naked.

You could hear Sevika laughing from the bathroom. You turned the stove's heat down, picking Heather up and going to the bathroom to give her back to Sevika. "Complete shower, you both."

Sevika grabbed Heather, tickling her making the little girl squirm and jump into the bathtub with a giggle.

Sighing and shaking your head you left the bathroom, these two were menaces. But you loved them eitherway.

[c4tluver02]

Steve’s Sick Day

wc: 1.5k

Warnings: none!

Summary: Steve wakes up sick but of course he still tries to get everything done despite the horrible feeling. Thankfully he has you to take care of him!

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。☆。*。☆。

When Steve woke up he knew immediately that he was sick. His throat was sore, he had a major headache, and he was sweating despite it being winter. It’s moments like these when Steve wishes he had someone else in this big house with him. Someone to look after him. But today he had plans and he couldn't skip out on them. First he has to take Dustin to the arcade and then he has to pick you up from your house to go get your car from the shop. So this fever will have to be put to the side. 

He got ready to pick Dustin up and got into his car. Immediately he's coughing up a storm. He really feels awful. He honks his horn to let Dustin know he's here. When Dustin opens the door he's running to Steve's car while saying bye to his mom. 

“Why am I taking you to the arcade if your moms home?” Steve asks, already irritated.

“Because she's going to work in 10 minutes. That's why.” Dustin says matter of factly. 

Steve rolls his eyes as he begins to drive to the arcade. “So are your friends meeting you there?” Steve tries to ask as he coughs just about every other word.

Dustin looks at him “Are you sick or something?” He asks.

“Yeah I think it's just a cold or something.” Steve replies, trying to play it off.

Dustin makes a disgusted face “Okay well don't get me sick. Lucus, Mike, and I need to get ready for our game.”

“Oh your super fun game with your super new best friend Eddie? That game?” Steve can't even bother to hide his jealousy or sarcasm. 

“Aren't you like 30? Why do you even care?” Dustin replies half listening to a word Steves says as he is messing around with his hair in the car mirror. 

“Whatever we're here.” Steve sighs too sick to be putting up with Dustin. 

“Cool thanks. Also Mike's mom is gonna drive us home so no need to pick me up!” Dustin says

“You never even asked if I could pick you up.” Steve says but as he spits it out Dustin shuts the car door. 

“This kid.” Steve says to himself as he shakes his head. 

He drives home and changes. Ready to have a little nap before he has to do his next task: picking you up. Not that he didn't want to see you, but he really didn't want to leave his bed.

As Steve was getting in his bed he got a call “Hello?” 

“Hi baby, I got a call from the shop. They said my car wont be ready till Wednesday. Apparently they don't work over the weekends so it's just been sitting there.” You finish with a sigh.

Steve felt bad you wouldn't have a car but he felt even better it was one thing he didn't have to do. This fever was getting to him. Every bone in his body ached and all he could think about was a nap. 

“I’m sorry my love, let me know when it is ready and I'll take you no problem ok?” Steve

“Steve, are you sick?” You ask about hearing the congestion in his voice. 

“Oh um, yeah I just woke up with something I’ll be fine.” He responds trying to sound more normal this time around. 

“Would you want me to come over? I can take care of you, I could also make some soup or something to make you feel better.” You hope he says yes. You hate to be alone when you're sick so you could only imagine how Steve feels. 

“You really don't have to do that honey I don't want to put a stop to your day or anything.” Steve says.

“Steve, you're not putting a stop to my day. I want to come over and see you. Is that okay?” You ask not wanting to overstep your boundaries in case he actually wants to be alone. 

“Okay yes please come over.” This makes you smile. You love taking care of Steve in any way possible. 

“Alright Stevie i'll be there soon!” You say.

"Okay baby see you soon.” Steve responds, he can hear the smile in your voice as you say it. 

-

It's only 15 minutes till you're at Steves. You have soup and medicine in your bag ready for him. You let yourself in as you have a key to his house. Once you make your way up to his room you see Steve curled up in his sheets with his eyes closed. He looks so cute when he sleeps. His long lashes touching his skin. You knock on his door to let him know you're here. 

Steve opens his eyes and sees you with a bunch of stuff in your hands. “Baby you didn't need to bring all of this for me.” He says getting up and giving you a kiss on your head as he hugs you.

“Well how else are you gonna get better? And by the way that's why you have me. So I can heal you back to life!” You say giggling. 

Steve smiles, finally, someone who's here to take care of him. “Thank you for being here.” He says.

“Of course I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.” You say as you bring your face towards him to give him a kiss. But he pulls his head back.

“Woah I don't wanna get you sick.” Steve says.

“I don't care if you get me sick, kiss? Please.” You pout your lips out ready for a kiss as you blink your long lashes. 

“Okay but if you get sick I have to come take care of you, deal?” Steve says with his hands on your hips.

You press your chin against his chest and hum as if you were thinking about it. But immediately you say “Yeah okay I guess that's fair, deal.” 

Steve gives you a big kiss and brings you even closer. You two sit back on his bed. 

“Okay so what hurts? I need to know so I know what meds to give you.” You ask.

“Um my throat hurts, I have a headache, and I have a fever.” 

“Fever! Maybe I should go back home. Those sound like pretty bad symptoms.” You say with a fake scared tone.

Steve smiles at your antics. “Nope. Too late you're stuck here now.” He says grabbing onto your hand. 

You smile as you pick out the medicine to give him. “Okay take these three pills and then I'll go get a cup for you to drink this medicine from.” 

“Do I have to drink that?” He says looking at the bottle knowing it tastes awful. 

“Stevie do you want to feel better or do you want to have a fever forever and ever?” You ask. 

Steve sighs, knowing he really should take the medicine. “Ugh okay. Do you think you could get me some water to drink it with?” He says as he draws circles on your hand not looking at you. 

You smile at his request, “Yeah I can do that no problem I’ll be right back okay?” 

“Okay, be quick please.” Steve asks

“I will!” You say as you walk out quickly. 

When you come back Steve is fully under the covers snug as a bug.

“Are you a cold babe?” You ask handing him his water.

“It just got so cold out of nowhere.” He says putting his arm out of the covers to grab the water. 

“It's your fever, I'm sorry you feel so awful.” You say running your hand through his hair. 

He closes his eyes and hums at the nice feeling. “Nuh uh you can't go to bed, you need to take your medicine. Then you can sleep.” You know him like the back of your hand. 

Steve takes a deep breath and then chugs the medicine in the cup. You know it's an awful taste, you've had it before. But a little part of you can't help but smile about how dramatic he is. He follows the medicine up with a big sip of water. Trying to get rid of any of the taste.

“Okay can we cuddle now?” He asks handing you the little cup and water to put on his bedside table.

“Yes, let's cuddle, do you want to watch something?” You ask. The chance of him watching it is slim but you’ll still be awake. 

“Sure you can put on whatever.” He responds by giving your shoulder a kiss. 

“Okay, let me get a movie from downstairs and I'll be back.” You run downstairs trying to be quick and grab the movie. Once you put it in you get into his bed. He puts his head on your chest and his arms around you. Completely trapping you underneath him. But you don't mind a bit. 

“I love you.” Steve says in a mumbled tone, his face squished against your chest.

“I love you too baby, get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up.” You go back to scratching his head knowing it will put him fast asleep. And before the movie even starts he's already passed out.

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Arcane incorrect quotes AGAIN

Jinx: Pilties be wanting to fuck with Zaun women and be expecting paragraphs BITCH SHE CAN'T SPELL

Vi: Dassa fack

Viktor: Not my reincarnated ass forgetting desire is the root of all suffering lol

Jayce: That wasn't very "we're just friends of us"

Heimerdinger: But soft! What soulja boy through yonder window cranks

Vi: She's evil manipulative two sided and cold to YOU. To ME that's my wife

Caitlyn: She let me hit because I say stuff like goodness gracious

Jayce: "I can fix him" "I can make him worse" pathetic. I can love him so much that it changes the course of the entire narrative

Mel: I tried to tell my boyfriend he looked hot by saying "watch out he's a lady killer" and he got sad voice, made a frownie face and said "I don't do that I don't kill ladies"

Ambessa: I'm sorry I wiggled your skinny boyfriend like a sheet of metal *insert sheet metal sounds*

Jinx: I suffer everyday for what? Girlish whimsy

Sevika: You have something much more sinister going on

Silco: Are you being a good girl?

Jinx: No I'm chewing on electrical cords

Jinx: 🔨

Ekko: I don't think you understand how much I love you

Jinx: Hamber

Ekko: like... it is... Indescribable

Jinx: Your honor, in my defense who cares like omfggggggg who cares????????? Like. Come on.

Young Vi: Where are you hearing this what is your source?

Young Ekko: I lurk in a lot of places

Mel: His big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated me

Ekko: Shawty bad, like morally

Jinx: I wasn't loved as a child now I'm evil and don't go to bed on time

Mel: I'm definitely the disappointment of the family but I'm also the hottest so I can see why I got them pressed

Viktor: Sorry for being a dark sorcerer, as if that's my fault

Viktor: You know, my favorite kind of science is the kind that starts with "I wonder what happens if..."

Heimerdinger: What did you do

Silco: I'm a goth girl on the inside. On the outside? A father figure

Sevika: Would it be inappropriate to wear my combat boots with formal attire?

Viktor: I promise I won't make a pact with a demon

Jayce: I don't completely believe you but that's okay

Viktor: The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness

Mel: Any other diagnosis you'd like to share?

Viktor: Autism

Caitlyn: My plastic vampire fangs thay ON during thex!

[fictioninmyblood]

Back to Bed Pt. 3

Summary: Terry and Y/N had been married for just over 7 years with 3 beautiful children and a blooming self defense business they’d built together to show for it. Having started their relationship at the beginning of Y/N’s journey into discovering her submissiveness and Terry’s first stationing as an instructor - Terry had been her only dom and thus knew her like the back of his hand and Y/N has been the only sub to experience the harshest version of his dom giving her the same privilege over him. Having been pregnant with their baby girl upon coming home to the Sandy Springs situation, Terry has been using it as an excuse, too afraid to lean all the way into his dom personality the way he had with Y/N before his last tour.

After they get into an argument, again, about the events of Silver Springs and how even after the last few years of stitching their life back together, he still only talked to Summer about everything that happened and was handling her with kid gloves, Y/N separates from him best she can. Completely at a crossroads of what to do to feel like she’s still her husband’s wife and losing all the fight to try and figure it out, she gives Terry the silent treatment and isolates from him, doing her best to only be in the same room with him when the kids are. After weeks of her barely acknowledging him or the argument, Terry is tired of going to bed alone when his wife is sleeping in the guest room right below him. His plan? Let the dom in him handle it and finally confess his monsters.

WARNINGS: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, d/s themes, smut, angst

Tags: @kirayuki22 @blyffe @scorpiosaintt @kaylaahisthebestest- @captainwithoutmakingitlove @nayaesworld

A/N: Thank you to all the Terry girls out there that have created a monster in me for this man in literally less than a week. Story inspired by @megamindsecretlair ‘s “I Swear I’ll Never Leave” oneshot and @keyaho ‘s “R.E.L.L.S.” series.

A/N: There will be at least one more part. Kinda proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes.

A/N: My work is NOT to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

As Terry took in her look of pure pleasure he thanked whoever was out there listening for his wife and her natural gift of giving. Even in taking her own pleasure she poured out an overflow of her peace of mind that refilled him in a new way. After all this time holding back the worst of himself she was holding his hand into not being afraid of that part of himself. He hadn’t seen it before but she was doing exactly what he said they needed.

Y/N couldn’t see Terry processing all of his emotions about how things were playing out. All she knew was that one moment she was looking over her shoulder at him and the next she was straining to look up at him from the floor as he dragged her by her hair. The swiftness of his movements made it impossible for her to react just like before, but she didn’t want to be anywhere else. She struggled to be able to keep up on her hands and knees as he kept moving with purpose around the couch and up the stairs to their bedroom.

Although Terry was relieved in realizing his wife was responding the way he needed, it still pissed him off that she kept pushing his control. Being who he was, control was not only his bread and butter but his very breath of life. Even though she had always been the one to test the bounds of what he thought was fortified, he still was upset that he couldn’t even keep himself from playing right into her hands. She wanted to cum, he wanted to make her wait, but she pushed the right buttons and got exactly what she wanted. Even though he knew he hadn’t, not being able to maintain his disciplined restraint made him feel like a failure as her Dom. It was his responsibility to be and act reliably so that she could deviate as much as she needed.

As he half dragged her up to their bedroom, simultaneously fuming and fighting not to cream his pants from how things were unfolding, he looked down at her just as she said, 

“Big daddy, wait. I can’t keep up.”

Halfway up the stairs and even more determined to hurry up and get back to their room, he responded, “You better figure that shit out kitten.”

She moaned and fumbled trying to do just that, but the closer they got to the bedroom, the wetter she got and the fuzzier her brain became. At this point she was a fucking faucet for him. Despite the sting of the steps hitting her knees, the burn of the carpet against her skin, and the growing tension at the base of her skull, Y/N felt like she had found nirvana and it lay in her husband's hands. 

By the time Terry got them into the bedroom, Y/N had red knees and a sticky mess between her legs. Watching her wiggle in her kneeled position at his feet to try and create some type of friction stroked his ego. He was doing this to her, taking up the space in her mind, body, & heart, stroking her ego and satisfying her animal desires. Despite the bumps and bruises, she was wearing an expression of pure ecstasy that he put there. After so long since they played this rough, it was a welcomed familiar sensation that had been long overdue.

Y/N was struggling to sit still and keep her hands in her lap as Terry kept an unwavering eye on her. The two of them taking in the silence before the storm with Terry standing and Y/N kneeling at his feet.

“As much as I wanna stuff that throat of yours until you can’t speak for the rest of the week mamas-”

Y/N couldn’t help but close her eyes and picture that hauntingly beautiful scene, moaning just loud enough for Terry to catch.

“-we both know that you love having me in your mouth entirely too much and you deserve a real punishment.”

When Y/N opened her eyes again to meet Terry’s, her pussy was clenching desperately at nothing from thinking about just how rewarding giving head was to her and what punishment he would eventually choose instead.

“Yes big daddy.”

“Do I have permission to control your senses lil mama? Can you handle that right now?”

“Yes big daddy.”

Y/N was stuck staring at his hands when Terry used one of those beautiful long fingers to tuck under her chin and lift her head to look him in the eyes.

“Do I have permission?” he repeated.

Focusing a little more, Y/N figured out what he was waiting for and said, “Yes big daddy, you have permission to control my senses.”

Terry smiled and gave her a quick peck with a ‘good girl’.

She couldn’t help the cheesy smiled that appeared from those words if she tried as Y/N said, “thank you daddy.”

Terry moved swiftly and efficiently like he’d mapped out the exact way to get what he was looking for. He started with taking her sight, tying a satin purple scarf around her eyes as a symbol of recognition of her status in his life. No matter their disagreements, spats, or periods of separation, she would always be his queen, the key to his royal bloodline. No other person was held in as high of a regard as she was and him choosing this particular color to take her sight showed her the exact vision she needed despite being thrust into the dark. Their dynamic hadn’t changed all that much and his chosen symbolism confirmed just that. No matter how much he tore her ass up in this session or any other again, his love and loyalty would always be true. 

Using his military training to his advantage, Terry moved soundlessly around the room, watching Y/N fidget from the anticipation of trying to figure out what was coming next. The longer he took the harder it became for her to keep her hands in her lap and her bottom on her heels. She was desperate to lift up from her kneeled position and play in her pussy, but after the last reaction she received from doing that she chose to behave though it took every ounce of practiced restraint.

By the time Terry had silently laid out all of the supplies he would need to execute the plans he had for the rest of the evening, Y/N was a mess. She was visibly shaking, vibrating with restless energy from the effort of keeping her hands exactly where Terry expected as she moved her head to catch the barest sounds of his movements, trying to guess what was coming. She knew she had pushed hard enough for a pleasurable punishment and if she tried anymore then she would be jeopardizing the delicate balance she had gotten them both to in this moment, but her million-miles-a-minute mind was toying with the outcome of every possibility. 

Her nipples were hard points and the sleep shirt she wore had turned almost painfully uncomfortable with every brush her slight movements made. By the time Terry made his presence known behind her, lifting the fabric off off her body after scaring Y/N into damn near jumping out of her skin from the sudden drop of his favorite rope to the sheets, she’d imagined too many scenarios. The weight of his presence immediately made her mind start to go blank again, offering a reprieve from her anticipation. 

As soon as she felt him start to bind her arms and hands behind her back she was able to lean all the way into the comfort of thoughtlessness. The pleasurable fog rolled in faster and faster as she began to recognize the comfort of the dragonfly sleeve knots Terry was making, a favorite method for them both. And when he added a ball gag to his masterpiece, standing back to watch his work turn her overthinking mind all the way off Y/N was grateful for this opportunity to reconnect with her husband. If the silent and deadly distance they’d been experiencing the last few years were the only way to get to this moment, she knew she’d do it all over again. She let a few tears slip and couldn’t even be mad they had escaped. This feeling of simultaneous peace, ecstasy, helplessness, and power could not be matched or replicated with anyone else nor did she want it to be.

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 16 Better than Medicine (Nayeon, Jihyo, Feat. Jeongyeon)

You laying on your bed, trying to settle your relationships, but it is too complicated, you just give up. You still can smell Nayeon's scent on your bed, you try to get more of it and slowly fall asleep.

'Oppa, wake up.' You open your eyes and see Dahyun standing next to your bed. 'Are you ok, Oppa? It's night already.'

"I'm fine Dahyun." As I look over to Nayeon's bags she left, I say "Let's take Nayeon's bags to her, when we get to her place you can bring them to her I'll stay in the car."

'You sure you wanna do that, Y/N?' Jihyo comes into your room, 'I don't think she need these clothes so urgently that you need to deliver back to her right now. You both need time to settle.'

'Perhaps we should have the dinner first?' Dahyun asks.

My voice is shaky, "N-no, I have to give them back to her. What's she going to do without them?" I get and start to make my way to the door.

'Oppa...'

'No, Dahyun, let him go, he is not going for the clothes.' Jihyo grabs Dahyun's arm and stop her.

You take Nayeon's suitcase and get on your car, ready to give back her the belongings.

I drive to her apartment not really thinking. As I arrive, I get a feeling of nervousness course through my body. I slowly make my way up to her door suitcase in hand.

You are so nervous that you just stand in front of her door before you could make up your mind to knock on the door.

Finally, you have the courage to do it, but what you hear makes you shocked. 'It must be the pizza, open the door please honey.' Nayeon is calling other as honey at her home? You never heard that Nayeon is sharing the flat with any man, is she cheating on you all along?

You can hear he is stepping to the door.

I just calm myself, I've already said everything I've had to.

The door is opened, but Nayeon's honey is not a man, instead, she is a woman with short hair, you feel your heart stop beating for a second.

'Who are you, how can you get in of the building.' The girl asks you.

I ignore her question, "I'm just here to return this bag to Nayeon. Can you give it to her?" I lift the suitcase, ready to hand it to the woman.

The girl does not take the suitcase, she shouts to flat. 'Nabong, there's a man wanna give you something.'

'OK, coming, Jeongyeonie.'

You and Nayeon just look at each other, having nothing to say.

I feel tears well up in my eyes, a simple "I'm sorry," is all I can muster before raising her the suitcase. "I thought you would need these. I packed them well." I say in a whisper. I place her bag down and take one last good look at her before turning around, waiting for her to close the door on me.

'Ya, you are the one who cheated on Nabong? You bastard!' Jeongyeon grabs your hand, forcing you to turn back.

Jeongyeon raise her hands to ready to slab your face hard, Nayeon rushes over to stop her. 'No, Jeongyeon, stop! What are you doing? Let him go.'

"I deserve it Nayeon. I don't deserve any kindness."

'No, what are you talking about, Y/N. We end it peacefully, we both have faults.'

'Stop protecting him, Nayeon. This bustard deserves punishment.' Jeongyeon free her hand and slaps you real hard.

'Y/N, are you ok?' Nayeon comes over to check you.

"I'm fine Nayeon. Don't worry about me anymore. I'm sorry for bothering you."

'Y/N, I...' Nayeon is speechless from your self-defeating.

'Nayeon, I love you, but I don't deserve you anymore.' You struggle to stand up and leave.

'Let him go, Nabong. He just want mercy that he does not deserve.' Jeongyeon grabs Nayeon back to the flat and close the door loudly.

Both of you don't know each other is crying, even you two are just separated by a door. The path of your life become different, no more parallel, no more contradictions, just two straight line heading different directions.

I head back home and immediately go to my room.

You drive back home and just hide in your room, don't wanna talk to others.

'Knock Knock'

'No, don't come in, I can't talk for this moment.'

However, the door is open. Jihyo enters with a bottle of wine. 'I guess you need this.'

Jihyo sits beside you, pouring wine for you. 'So, how is it, have you told her everything you want?'

"I told her everything before then, i just wanted to see her on last time." I take the glass of wine, and drink it.

You empty the glass and let pass the bottle to Jihyo, she immediately pour again for you. 'Just make sure you are not regret, Y/N. It's really heartbreaking.'

'Cheers, lets say goodbye to all these sadness.'

"Cheers Jihyo" I drown my sorrows out with her.

You and Jihyo keep drinking, soon the wine is finished, you try to go out to Kitchen for a new bottle. You lose balance when you stand up, and your fall on Jihyo, you head exactly fall on Jihyo's big tits.

'Seems you really need some treatment right, injured soul?' Jihyo smirks.

"Maybe we could heal each other" I say more than a little tipsy. My hands grab the back of Jihyo’s thighs. "What do you say?"

'You are my best medicine, Y/N.' Jihyo grabs your head and start kissing you. Her legs are crossing your back.

Maybe both of you are drunk, it’s also maybe you two lonely people just want a way to drive away the loneliness. You slowly fall into her lips, your hand goes into her lingerie, playing with her tits.

I knead one of her breasts with my hand while the other tries to get my pants down. I ask Jihyo if she could help me.

'How do you want me to help you?' Jihyo smiles seductively, she stops your hand and removes her pajamas, it's another sexy lingerie that different from last time.

'How many sexy lingerie you have Jihyo? It's look so good on you.' You are turned on by the view you are seeing.

'I can play with you for a month with different lingerie every day, Daniel does not have the fortune, maybe you can?' Jihyo smirks before she goes down to take care your cock.

"I can always play with you Jihyo." I caress her cheek. "Let me take care of you too." I help Jihyo move, her lower lips are a few inches from my face. I get in close and lick her, while she takes care of my cock.

You and Jihyo are in a 69 position, licking each other. Maybe Jihyo's breast is too eye-catching, you did not notice she has a fat ass too. You can't hold on and just spank her ass, Jihyo moans instantly after your spanking.

You are more turned on by her moan, you increase the pace of your tongue and hand.

I'm driving Jihyo to an early orgasm as I dig my tongue deep into her pussy. My hands squeeze her ass when I start to feel my own orgasm approach. My fingers drift towards her pussy and I start fingering her while I focus my tongue on her clit.

Jihyo cums before you, you can feel her body shivers when she reaches orgasm. You keep sucking her nectar, and your hand change from spanking to caressing her ass.

Jihyo stops her action while she is enjoying her orgasm, you desperately want to cum and you moan her name.

I thrust my hips slightly, the tip pf my cock just barely poking her chin to remind her to continue. "Jihyo please, I'm so close."

'Your horny boy can't just wait a second?' Jihyo grabs your cock inside her cleavage, her bra is a natural protection that fixes the position of her tits, preventing your cock from slipping out. Your cock is already fully lubricated by her saliva. Jihyo just moving her body so fast to pleasure you, you can see her ass is shaking right in front of you.

I spank Jihyo as she moves back and forth. "Aren't you the one who's been making moves?"

'You are the one who teased me last time Y/N.' Jihyo goes faster after hearing your provocative. She can feel your cock start to pulse in her cleavage, 'You miss my tits, don't you? I know you are staring it since we first met each other. Have you ever fucked other girls with a big tits just like me?'

"You know I haven't, otherwise I wouldn't have stared at them. I love your big tits Jihyo. Fuck I'm going to cum."

Jihyo continues to tease you. 'Show me how much you love you have for me tits.'

'Ah! Jihyo!'

Jihyo kisses your tips,' Is it why you take in me? Wanted to taste my big tits that your girlfriend does not have?'

"Don't you mention her." I spank Jihyo, plunge three fingers into her pussy and lap at her clit.

'Ah, Sorry, Y/N.' Jihyo moans loudly to your sudden assault.

'But isn't you take in me for my big breast huh? You think about my tits even you are fucking... fucking her. ah...' Jihyo's pace is slowing down as you as playing her clits at the same time.

I start thrusting my hips, while I continue my assault on her. I add another finger as I continue. "I took you in because I wanted to help you out of a bad situation. I didn't want to see you cry anymore."

'Ah, no! Please don't say something like this.' Jihyo cums instantly after hearing your confession.

You keep thrusting your finger, helping Jihyo to ride out her orgasm.

Jihyo turn back her head to look at you, you can see something shine in her eye, is it tears?

'Please, Y/N, I am happy to hear you say this, but... but I am not expecting it and I don't want you to say it again.'

'Is it that hard for you to admit you addict to my tits huh?' Jihyo breaks the tears and smirks and increases her pace again.' Or does seducing other's wife to be fucked by you make you horny?'

"I'm being honest Jihyo." I say seriously.  "I didn't want to see you cry like that again."

Jihyo definitely can hear you but she ignores you this time. After stopping several times, you really go going to cum.

'Jihyo, I am going to cum.'

'You know what I wanna hear, say it now.' Jihyo slow down her movements.

"I love your tits."

Jihyo satisfied by your answer and pick up the pace.

'You wanna cum on my face or in my mouth, I can fulfill your wish.'

Your whole body jerk and you just want to cum.

"Drink my cum Jihyo." I moan as I stay on the edge of my orgasm.

Jihyo swallows your tips and lets you cum in her mouth, her hands do not stop, her cleavage is milking you, and she is thirsty like she is in desert, keep drinking your cum.

Jihyo stands up and turns around to you around you finish your orgasm, she opens her mouth to show you she have finished all of them.

"I hope you enjoyed the snack, we're just getting started Jihyo" I position myself behind Jihyo with my cock pressed against her pussy. "Tell me how much you want it."

'You are the only man who can make me cum, now please help my husband finish his duty, would you?' Jihyo bends down her upper body, allowing you to fuck her from behind easier.

'Or you want me to call you my husband?'

I ram my cock into her before answering with a laugh, "Is that what you want Jihyo? To be my wife?"

'Just some calling on the bed which can make you more excited, right?' Jihyo smirks.

'Isn't you excited when you are fucking your neighbor's wife?'

'Oh, that's it, I miss this feeling so much.' Jihyo starts moaning as you thrust in.

I ignore her words and start thrusting, spanking her every so often.

Jihyo moan loudly when you spank her ass every time, her upper body laying on the bed, and she arcs her hip so you can thrust hardly.

'Ah, yes, just like this Y/N.' You spank Jihyo's fat ass until it turns red.

With Jihyo's help I impale her with every thrust. I grab Jihyo's arms and pull them back as I continue thrusting. "Fuck you're so tight."

'Because that trash's dick is so small, OH, faster...' Jihyo tries to move, but she can't as you grab both of her hands, she is locked in the position.

'Harder, Y/N. Fuck my pussy into your shape. He can't fuck me anymore. Ah.'

I start to piston in and out of Jihyo, "I'll make you my woman Jihyo." I moan as I focus on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

'OH, yes, I feel it's bigger, yes! Print my pussy in your shape.'

'I'm cumming, Y/N. I'm cumming!' Jihyo cums all over your cock, she nearly fall, but you still holding her hand to keep her balance, you did not stop your thrust. She is at your disposal now, she is too exhausted for any resistance.

As Jihyo's pussy got tighter I felt my own orgasm approach. I keep my pace, and tell Jihyo I'm going to cum inside her.

'Jihyo, you are so tight. I'm cumming, I gonna cum in you.' You feel Jihyo's pussy become tighter so you thrust faster.

'Yes, Y/N, cum in me. Give me a child and Daniel would raise him up for us!' Jihyo arcs her back and is ready to receive your cum.

"Fuck, have my children Jihyo!" I moan as I fill her womb with cum.

You flood Jihyo's womb with your cum, you two then collapse from the orgasm and fall on the bed.

'So full, Y/N. You make me so warm.' Jihyo play with your balls, draining your cum from your pocket. 'You really turned on by the idea that Daniel raise the children for us, huh?'

"Quiet, just enjoy the moment."

Jihyo kisses your cheek before she turns her back to you. She lays in your arms and puts your hands on her tits, you two keep silent for the moment.

I lower my hands to her stomach and kiss the back of her head. I feel the need to say something, but don't want to ruin the moment.

The silence continues, and both of you did not speak. You don't know how long you two are cuddling, Jihyo slowly gets away from you.

'I guess I should go now, Mina will come in the morning, don't want her mad at me for stealing her boss.' Jihyo wearing back the pajamas that you two throw on the floor.

"Why don't you stay for the night, it'll be fine." I say as I pull her arm gently.

'Really? You want me to stay?' Jihyo seems surprised by your reply, but she soon turns her head away. 'Well, it's no feeling right sleeping with others if we are not couple.'

'Goodnight, Y/N.' Jihyo kisses your forehead.

"Goodnight Jihyo." I give her a kiss and hold it for a few seconds before leaving her lips.

Jihyo is left, you are alone in your room, you look at all the mess on the bed and thinking about what Jihyo just told you. You are confused.

For now, I put the thought aside and just lay on my bed trying to sleep.

[turn3tifosi]

a family of three

pedri x gf!reader, pau cubarsi x platonic!reader

a lovely boyfriend that comes with a 6 ft kid in the relationship

You never expected to have a child this early in life. Especially not a 6'0" one with green eyes and a Barcelona jersey permanently glued to his torso. But somehow, Pau Cubarsí has inserted himself into your relationship with Pedri, and neither of you can do anything about it.

“Mi amor,” Pedri groans, flopping onto the couch beside you, exhausted after training. His head lands in your lap, arms wrapping around your waist as he buries his face into your stomach. “Please, I’m begging you. Tell Pau to stop acting like we’re his parents.”

You barely get the chance to respond before a shadow looms over both of you.

“Why do you sound so ungrateful, Pedri?” Pau says, arms crossed over his chest. You glance up at him and try not to laugh at the way he’s staring Pedri down, lips pressed into a firm line. “Do you know how many people wish they had a son like me?”

“You’re not our son!” Pedri sits up, glaring at him. “You’re my teammate!”

“And yet, I see her more than you do,” Pau retorts, jerking his thumb toward you. “She actually appreciates me.”

He’s not wrong. You do appreciate Pau. He’s funny, keeps you entertained whenever Pedri is busy, and—despite his dramatic tendencies—he’s kind of adorable when he clings to you like a lost puppy.

Pedri groans and turns to you, eyes pleading. “Please, mi vida. Don’t encourage him.”

You press your lips together, trying to keep from laughing. But then Pau leans down, lowering his voice as he says, “You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?”

Pedri swallows hard, eyes flickering to you before darting back up at Pau, who is, unfortunately, very tall and very serious. “Of course not,” he says quickly. “Why would I?”

“Good.” Pau pats him on the shoulder, satisfied. Then, he grins at you. “Want to go get ice cream? Pedri’s paying.”

“Why am I—?”

“Because you love us,” Pau interrupts. “Right, Dad?”

Pedri lets out a long, suffering sigh. You ruffle his hair before standing up and offering him your hand. “Come on, amor. Let’s go before your child throws a tantrum.”

He takes your hand reluctantly, muttering something about how this is not what he signed up for.

Pau, as usual, is sitting way too close to you, stealing choco chips off your sundae and giving Pedri a pointed look every time he tries to hold your hand. “You know,” Pau says, leaning back in his chair with a grin, “if you two ever break up, I’m keeping her.”

Pedri chokes on his water. “What? No! That’s not how this works!”

“Why not?” Pau shrugs, completely unfazed. “She’s basically my mom now. You’d just be the deadbeat dad who’s not in the picture anymore.”

You burst out laughing, because the look on Pedri’s face is priceless. He’s torn between being horrified and trying not to laugh himself. “You’re impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. But there’s a fondness in his voice that he can’t quite hide.

Later that night, as you’re lying in bed with Pedri, he turns to you and says, “You know I’m not going anywhere, right? Pau can threaten me all he wants, but you’re stuck with me.”

You smile, because you know he means it. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He can complain all he wants—at the end of the day, you’re both stuck with Pau, and Pedri wouldn’t trade either of you for the world.