#again I’m not complaining I’m just so incredibly curious as to the HOW

[age-of-moonknight]

Phases of the Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2024), #3.

Writers: Yuji Kaku, Justina Ireland, and Chris Giarrusso; Penciler and Inker: Daniel Bayliss; Colorist: Dee Cunniffe; Letterer: Cory Petit

[cinnamostar]

blind date

pairing : changbin x gn!reader

summary : when you’re set up on a blind date and it turns out to be your ex boyfriend from two years ago

wc : 1.6k

cw : nonidol!au, they’re exes your honor, fluffy, cutesy, not proof read that much idk what else

a/n : wrote this on my phone again so sorry for any mistakes! i don’t really know how to feeeel abt this fic, not my best work but i hope you like it!

you let out a nervous sigh as you enter the restaurant, a cold shiver traveling down your spine as the hostess leads you to your table, one your friends reserved on your behalf. you were starting to regret agreeing to this blind date your friends, hyunjin and felix, set you up on, but they were so insistent on it and said they found the ‘perfect’ match for you. you weren’t sure if you could trust them that much, but you knew at the very least, whoever it was wouldn’t be some creep like your other unfortunate dates.

hyunjin and felix were some of your best friends, ones you made in the last two years since you moved to the city due to a new position you got in your company. you met them by chance through a few coworkers, and since then, the three of you have been inseparable. they were incredibly supportive people, but they were tired of hearing you complain about shitty dates every weekend, so they decided to take matters in their own hands, stating they know this really cool guy through some other friends who was ‘totally’ your type. and apparently this new guy just moved to the city a few months ago too, so you would be the perfect tour guide for him too.

regardless of your nerves, you decide to put your trust in your friends as you patiently wait for this mystery man to arrive. you were curious to know what those two boys believed your type was and what made them so hellbent on making you go on this date, but perhaps curiosity killed the cat.

“hey, sorry im late!” a voice you were all too familiar with rings in your ears, the man before you rushing into his seat across from you with an apologetic smile as your mouth hangs open in utter shock and surprise, goosebumps making themselves known all over your body.

once he sits down, he looks up to meet your flabbergasted expression, the smile on his face falling once the realization hits him. his faces pales, almost as if he just saw a ghost appear right before his very eyes.

“changbin?” you ask incredulously, still not able to accept the ridiculousness of the situation.

“y/n?!” he mirrors your tone, except he was far more boisterous than you, causing a few heads to turn as he flashes a sheepish and apologetic grin to the other patrons around you two.

“i… uh, you’re my blind date?” he questions in a lower volume with raised eyebrows.

you sigh, an astounded chuckle escaping you, “i guess so…”

“i see… since when did you move here?”

“uhm, a little bit over two years ago. i ended up taking that promotion my company offered me,” you respond, a hint of anxiousness trembling through your words.

“oh, so, basically after we broke up..?”

“mhm,” you hum in confirmation, your body feeling tense due to the awkwardness that hung in the air between you two. “felix and hyunjin told me you just moved here, right?”

changbin nods, “yeah, one of my old friends needed a roommate and i just kinda wanted a fresh start, so i took my chances. how do you know hyunjin and felix?”

“coworkers,” you reply shortly, not really sure what to do in this situation.

“oh, cool! they’re old high school friends of mine, we only reconnected recently,” he smiles gently, biting his lips due to his nervousness, “i’m sorry if this is awkward.”

“ah, no, it’s okay. it’s no one’s fault, this is just some crazy coincidence,” you reassure him, “we don’t have to go through with the rest of the date, it’s okay to end it he-“

“no, no!” he interrupts, a dusting of pink appearing on his cheeks, “if you’re okay with it, we can just use this to catch up, no? it’s been awhile since we last spoke.”

you let out an uncertain sigh, “i’m fine with it, it’s just that we really didn’t end on the greatest of terms, did we?”

changbin’s face grimaces as he reflects back on the last months of your relationship, ones that were filled with constant fighting and disagreements over the littlest of things, which ultimately led to a very over dramatic break up since you both had become sick of each other over time. “no, definitely not,” he chuckles, “but we can catch up like old friends, no? unless, you wanna miss out on a lovely time with me, then that’s your decision,” he teases, the old changbin you once fell in love with slowly peaking through.

you roll your eyes playfully, “right, it would be a shame if i missed out on something like that,” a smile breaks out onto your face, a sudden wave of butterflies and shyness overtaking you. “sure, let’s catch up. i don’t mind.”

“great,” he clasps his hand almost as if he was celebrating this small victory, an embarrassed smile taking over his features, “well, i guess hyunjin and felix weren’t lying when they said this ‘mystery date,’” he lifts his hands to do air quotes, “would be my ideal type.”

you shake your head, laughing at his statement, “right, they weren’t wrong at all. maybe they were a little too spot on.”

somehow, those two hit the nail on the head and somehow paired up two former lovers through some miraculous twist of fate. there was no denying that your heart still had room for changbin, a piece of it feeling empty since your relationship with him ended. at the end of it, you had chalked it up to right person, but bad timing, as each of you were far too engrossed in each other’s career goals that inevitably took time away from the other. it wasn’t the right set of circumstances for either of you, as nether of you were at a stage of life where you could nourish a healthy relationship. he was once the person you imagined to spend the rest of your life with, but at that time, you thought if you weren’t able to bear hardships with him, then maybe he wasn’t meant to be that person. it was easier to accept you two were never meant to be, but your heart knew better than that. your heart knew he was the one, but that life just cruelly got in the way of your relationship with him.

eventually, the waiter came around to take down your orders, briefly interrupting the flow of conversation you and changbin were having. in some strange way, talking to changbin against was incredibly refreshing, as you missed the sense of safety and familiarity he brought with him. he was still the same sweet and endearing changbin you once fell in love with all those years ago, and maybe those feelings of love never truly left your heart as each time he would giggle, your heart would thump out your chest. you found yourself having to resist the natural urge to hold his hand, or to reach over and pinch his cheeks like you use to do back when you were together.

you missed this, and you missed changbin more than you could’ve ever imagined. his very appearance was enough to rekindle old flames of affection you once held for him, ones you never thought you’d be able to experience again. you both were enjoying every moment together, laughing and poking fun at each other as if nothing had ever changed, and before you knew it, two hours had gone by in the blink of an eye.

changbin insisted on walking you to your car, matter-of-factly informing you it’s what chivalrous men like himself do, which sent you into a small fit of giggles.

a gentle breeze bellows through you both, a comfortable silence filling the air, the awkwardness from earlier no longer to be found. you look up to the night sky, taking a chance to admire the full moon that glistens above you.

“you know, whenever i look at the moon, i still think of you,” changbin confesses in a hushed whisper, a longing look in his eyes as if he was looking off into some distant memory. you turn to him with a quizzical expression, urging him to go on. “you use to always tell me to look how pretty the moon was nearly every night. even if we weren’t together, you would text me to go outside and look at it,” he reminisced fondly.

“you always looked too,” you smile.

“honestly, i didn’t really get it at first,” he laughs, “but i loved you and it always made you happy whenever we looked at it together, so i made sure to look at it every night. even if we were fighting and weren’t with each other. even now, i still look up and think of you.”

your face grows hot as his words fluster you, the unexpected vulnerability catching you off guard, “thank you,” you respond gently, “for doing that for me. it always made me feel very loved.”

“i still do it. i think part of me will always love you no matter what.”

your breath hitches, your eyes widening as he looks away bashfully, not expecting or planning for those words to ever leave his mind. you let out a soft exhale through your nose, a shaken smile taking over your features, “i feel the same way too.”

quietness returns, neither of you sure how to continue the conversation as you reach your car, “well, this is me,” you break the silence, pointing to the car next to you, “thank you for today, it was… fun. i had a lot of fun.”

he nods, “me too,” taking in a deep breath, “do you… do you want to do this sometime again?” he asks meekly, fearing your response.

“yeah, i’d really like that, changbin.”

“okay, great. it’s… it’s a date?”

“it’s a date.”

[atomicladytimetravel]

Employees Only

Summary: No outbreak AU. Joel Miller owns Miller Contracting and you are his assistant. When Joel gets the bid from a huge client, he celebrates by doing what any sane man would do…banging the assistant.

Warnings: Porn with very little plot. Drug use (marijuana), Boss/Employee relations, Smut/Explicit. Contains sex under the influence of marijuana, nipple play/stimulation, oral (f and m receiving) light gagging, fingering, Joel’s a little cocky about his dick (pun intended). Joel is a simp for you. No physical description of reader, other than female.

18+ only - MDNI

Friday. Fucking finally. Not only is it the end of your work week, but it’s also the end of you spending longer evenings than usual helping your boss put together a bid for one of the biggest clients he could ever hope to acquire. You can’t do any real complaining though - Joel made sure you were well compensated for your extra time and (let’s just face it) he sure is fun to look at. Not to mention the, you know, huge fucking crush you’ve had on the man for…well, for probably about as long as you’ve worked for him. Suffice to say, you’d do juuuuust about anything Joel asked you to do.

You’re making your way to your favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, the air conditioning in your car blasting to combat the sweltering Texas heat. You have to pass the small office building that houses Miller Contracting on your way to get to the Chinese place and, even though it’s damn near ten o’clock, Joel’s old pickup truck still sits in its usual parking space. Curious, you pull out your phone and select his name from your recent call log. He answers on the first ring.

“Now why are you callin’ me this late darlin’?” he drawls. His speech is raspy and a little slow; he sounds so fucking sexy.

“Oh no reason really, just wondering why I see your truck parked at the office,” you respond. He chuckles a little.

“You stalkin’ me or something?”

You smile and roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“In your dreams, Miller,” you retort playfully. “I’m on my way to get some food and I just so happened to pass by.”

“Well, I was gonna wait until Monday and tell you in person, but…Avalon Premier Hotels accepted our bid.”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you hear yourself gasp.

“Joel, oh my god! That’s incredible news!” you squeal excitedly. On the other end of the call, Joel thinks to himself that he would very much like to hear those first four words again in a much different context.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel has been smitten since you stepped foot in his office for the first time. He internally cursed his HR department that day for hiring the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But they had done just as he’d asked and hired the best damn person for the job. Joel has told you on more than one occasion that he has no idea how he made it without you.

“I’m just over here celebrating a little. The sound system Tommy insisted we put in the employee lounge outdoes mine by a long shot and I wanted to hear some music,” he explains further. “You should come join me. You know I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You look down at your outfit - a tank top, no bra and a pair of what are quite possibly the shortest shorts you own - and contemplate the offer. You remember you’re off the clock and think, “the hell with it, he can’t dress code me now.”

“Sure,” you accept. “You want some Chinese food?”

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When you open the front door to the office, you’re immediately hit by the pungent aroma of marijuana. Ah, now his slow, raspy speech makes sense. When you enter the employee lounge, you find Joel manspread on the couch, a fat blunt dangling from his lips. He’s changed out of the button up you had drooled over all day and into a Miller Contracting t-shirt that hugged his delicious biceps. Nirvana is playing loudly over the sound system and he doesn’t realize you’re there until you plop the food down on the coffee table. His eyes rake over your body unashamedly and you find yourself blushing under his gaze. He reaches for the remote and turns the music down.

“God damn sugar, I didn’t realize I’d be gettin’ dinner and a show.”

“It’s like 103 degrees right now Joel. Besides, I’m off the clock,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing,” he winks. You eye him suspiciously, but he just smiles innocently. He pats the couch cushion next to him and when you sit down, he holds the blunt to your lips. “You deserve t’relax a little, too.”

You take the blunt between your lips and inhale the smoke, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling through your nose. You’re not exactly a stranger to pot, but it has been a while since you’ve smoked any. It doesn’t take long at all for the foggy feeling to take over, your body feeling weightless. The munchies kick in soon after, and you and Joel practically inhale the Chinese food. As you eat, another blunt is passed back and forth and you’re soon the highest you can ever remember being.

Joel cleans up the remnants of your dinner and you sink into the couch cushions, your fuzzy brain content to just stare at nothing. When he returns, he sits so close to you that your thighs touch. He leans back and throws his arm around the cushion behind you. You’re close enough to smell his cologne and that plus the fact that he’s so close makes you want him, bad.

“This may have been a bad idea. Weed makes me so horny,” you say. You had wholeheartedly intended for that to be a thought and not something you said aloud to your boss. You’re mortified when you realize that the words actually came out of your mouth. Before you can even attempt to apologize, though, Joel responds.

“Oh yeah? You want some help with that?” He looks down at you expectantly and you stare back at him blankly for a moment before answering.

“I…y-yeah, yes,” you stammer. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled onto his lap; the fabric of your shorts is thin and you can feel just how hard he already is beneath the denim of his jeans. He kisses you with the passion of someone who’s been starved of affection. He holds you tightly close to his body, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Please tell me this is real,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“It’s real,” you giggle, resting your forehead against his.

“You are so pretty. Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says softly. You kiss again, open mouthed and tongues swirling together. You grind your hips onto him, trying to relieve the aching between your thighs. He puts his hands on your hips to stop them.

“Ain’t gotta do all that now. I’ll take care of ya soon, understand?” he says sternly. You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper but nod in agreement. He shakes his head and uses his pointer finger to tap your lips.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I understand,” you tell him.

“Yes what?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, I just knew you would be. You want to be my good girl, hm?”

The whole time he’s been talking, his hands have been roaming farther and farther under your tank top. His fingertips brushing against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Yes sir,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper.

He’s cupping your breasts now, thumbs swiping repeatedly over your nipples. The urge to grind on him again is overwhelming, but you hold still. You whine softly when he removes his hands and he shushes you.

“Relax sweet thing. I just want to get this shirt off of ya is all.”

He pushes the shirt up your torso and you raise your arms to let him pull it over your head. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your breasts and pushes them together before burying his face between them.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. He puts his mouth all over your breasts, sucking and nibbling and making you want to rock your hips so badly you can hardly stand it. You gasp softly when he latches on to your nipple, sucking until the bud has hardened. When he switches to the other side, you can’t help but roll your hips, craving some sort of relief.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes, his hands holding onto your hips firmly. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I just need you to touch me so bad sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He pinches both nipples between his fingers gently. “How’s this?”

“It feels good, but I need more sir.”

“Hmmm…no, I think I’ll see if I can make you cum like this first.”

No one has ever tried to make you orgasm this way, and you’re not even sure it’s possible. You tell him this, but he just shakes his head.

“Can I try? If it doesn’t work for you, we can move on, I promise.”

“Yes sir, you can try.”

He smiles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to squeeze a little harder, just let me know if you start feelin’ anything besides good.”

It feels amazing. Pleasure surges through you and you tip your head back, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to keep you steady. He alternates between pinching and rolling and you concentrate on the throbbing between your legs. He squeezes just a bit harder and it feels so good that a drawn out moan passes through your lips.

“Yeah sugar? How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Good. R-really good,” you respond breathlessly. “Maybe a little harder.”

“How’s this baby?” he asks as he pinches a little harder. There’s a little pain this time, but it’s a delicious kind of hurt.

“Oh!” you gasp, surprised to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. “Don’t stop please, it feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good baby,” he praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your throat. He keeps the pressure and rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your eyes flutter and your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“You’re close aren’tcha? What a good girl; go ahead and let it go baby.”

With his encouragement, an orgasm washes over you and you hear yourself shouting his name. With one hand still tweaking a nipple, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you shake above him. When you come down, your eyes open to see Joel looking at you with a mix of awe and adoration.

“That was the most beautiful god damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He sets you gently back on the couch and stands above you, squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans.

“God damn, I swear I stay hard for you,” he groans. “You know how many times I’ve shot my load thinkin’ ‘bout you?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.”

“You mean we coulda been doin’ this all along?” he asks, still palming himself through his jeans. You lean back into the corner of the couch and press your middle finger to your clit over your shorts while you watch him; something about the action turns you on so much.

“You’re my boss Joel,” you point out.

“I also own this company doll. I can do whatever I want,” he reminds you. He pulls his shirt over his head and you finally get to see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long. His shoulders are broad and his arms are thick. His midsection is soft, but you can still see v-lines disappearing into his jeans. He undresses down to his boxer briefs and you watch, mesmerized, when he slowly pulls his belt through its loops. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more turned on. He kneels in front of you and taps your hip, signaling for you to lift them.

“Up,” he commands. You lift your hips and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He drags them down your legs and is pleasantly surprised to see your lack of panties.

“No bra, no panties? What a naughty girl,” he tuts.

“Told ya I was dressed for comfort.”

He doesn’t respond, just tosses the shorts aside and admires your naked form.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says, shaking his head. He showers your body with kisses, sucking occasionally on your most sensitive places. You’ll be covered in hickeys later, splotchy red and purple reminders of how Joel worships your body. He places his palms on the insides of your knees and spreads them, giving himself a view of your glistening pussy. He spreads your lips with his first two fingers to admire what he considers a work of art.

“Look how pretty,” he murmurs. Before you can utter a response, he leans in and licks you from opening to clit. He alternates between this and kitten licking your clit and you have to fight yourself to not start riding his face.

“Fuck, you got the sweetest little pussy darlin’,” he groans into your center. He hooks his arms behind your knees and begins to eat you out with fervor. He swirls patterns on your clit with his tongue, dipping it into your entrance every now and then. You’re enjoying it too much to notice that he spells “J O E L” on your clit with his tongue, silently claiming your pussy as his.

“Mmm, fuck Joel, it feels so good,” you whine. You feel two thick fingers slide into your entrance and you buck your hips at the sensation. He flattens his free hand over your belly and pins you to the couch cushions. He curls his fingers into your g-spot as his tongue continues to flick over your clit and your moans mix with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Joel, oh my god!” you shout, your head falling back onto the arm of the couch. And there they were, those four words he’d wished to hear just over an hour ago. He’s never heard anything so beautiful in his life. You hear him moan and you lift your head to watch him. His eyes are hooded and his free hand is in his boxers stroking his cock. It’s undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m so close,” you moan. He sucks your clit once, twice and on the third time, you come apart for him. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he watches you tremble, his name tumbling from your lips like a chant. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spend. He spreads them apart and a string of fluid connects them.

“Look at the mess you made for me baby,” he marvels. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open for him; you suck his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. You hear him moan softly when you swirl your tongue around the digits. He stands and you can see how painfully hard he is through his boxer briefs. You can’t help but stare at the outline of his cock, wondering how he walks around with that thing between his legs. He sees you staring and smirks.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you nod, blushing a little at being caught staring. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his underwear down, cock springing free and practically smacking him in the stomach. Your eyes widen when you see his size. He’s thick and probably around eight or nine inches. He wraps a hand around it and strokes a few times.

“Think you can put it in your mouth for me? I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock,” he says, smoothing his other hand over your hair.

“Yes sir, wanna make you feel good,” you respond obediently, sitting up from your reclined position.

“Oh, what a good girl,” he praises. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck the precum seeping out.

“Oh fuuuuuck baby girl,” he rasps. You hollow out your cheeks and slowly inch him in your mouth. You put your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth. His hand flies to your hair when you pull all the way back to his tip before plunging him down your throat. You gag a little bit and pull back some, tears prickling at your eyes. You repeat the process until there are tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Shit baby, you give such good fuckin’ head,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look at ya, chokin’ on my cock.”

He lets you gag a few more times before he pulls your head back gently. He looks down at you sweetly and wipes the tears from your cheeks before offering his hand to help you up.

“You did so good f’me baby, gaggin’ on this big cock like a pro. I wanna stuff that pretty pussy now, though. Get on your knees f’me.”

You settle onto your knees, resting your palms on the back of the couch. A stinging smack lands on your right ass cheek and you moan.

“There’s that gorgeous ass I love to look at,” he says, squeezing it appreciatively. He lays his palm flat on your lower back, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He pushes the tip into your entrance and your walls stretch around him. He’s a bit bigger than anything you’ve taken before and it stings for just a moment, making you whimper.

“I know it’s big baby girl. I’m gonna go slow,” he coos. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your hips as he inches himself inside.

“You’re doin’ so good, takin’ me so well,” he praises.

“Oh fuck, I’m so full,” you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Yeah baby? You like bein’ full of my big cock?”

“God yeah, it feels so good.”

He squeezes your hips affectionately as he sets a languid pace. He’s only been inside you for a minute and you know that no other man will be good enough ever again.

“Fuck, this is the best god damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he says, as if reading your mind. “Like it was made just for me.”

You begin to push back and meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in sync. His grip on your ass is so tight that you’re sure half moon shaped indentions will be left behind from his fingernails.

“That’s it baby, bounce back on my dick,” he grits out. He smacks your ass and groans appreciatively as it ripples underneath his palm. “Does it feel good baby, hmm? Tell me how good it feels, lemme hear you.”

“F-feels so good. You’re making my little pussy feel s-so fucking good.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you up so that your bodies are flush; he moves your hair aside and puts his lips to your ear as his thrusts become faster and more aggressive.

“I’m gonna destroy your pussy this weekend baby,” he says in a gravelly whisper. “I’ve been waitin’ so long. Might have to carry you into work Monday.”

“Oh god, please,” you mewl in response.

“Yeah baby? You’d like that huh, takin’ this cock all weekend?”

“Yes, oh god yes, your cock feels so good!”

He reaches around to toy with your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you pant. He rubs your clit faster, pressing a frenzied kiss to your lips.

“That’s it, give it to me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”

You grab onto his forearm to steady yourself as you cum hard around him. He talks you through it, whispering lowly in your ear.

“There ya go baby, let it go. Doing so good f’me darlin’.”

Once you’ve come back to earth, he pulls out gently and sits down on the couch. He takes you by the hand and guides you to straddle him again.

“I wanna see you baby,” he explains. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

You sink onto his cock and he rests his hands on your hips. He guides your hips back and forth slowly and it feels so good that you attempt to speed up.

“No baby, let’s go slow,” he says, looking into your eyes. “Just enjoy this with me, yeah?”

You smile softly, saying, “yes sir” before grabbing his face and kissing him. His arms wrap around your torso and he holds you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I want you to be my girl. Tell me you’ll be my girl baby.”

You respond without hesitation, “I’m yours Joel, all yours.”

The two of you share another kiss; Joel can no longer hold back and he plants his feet firmly on the ground so that he can thrust up into you.

“Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he pants. “My pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh god,” you whimper as he pounds into your g-spot. “Joel, fuck baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby girl. Should I pull out?”

“No! I want you inside me. Fuck, I want to feel you cum inside me so bad.”

“God damn, dirty little thing,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this little pussy so much.”

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” you announce, clenching around his cock. A chorus of, “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck YES,” comes from your mouth. Joel makes a deep, guttural sound and spills inside of you, hugging your trembling body tight.

“Shit,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Yeah? Good?” he asks hopefully, just as breathless as you are.

“Good? Amazing. Incredible.”

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could actually go again. How about you let me take you back to my place and I’ll put you in my jetted tub, hm? We’ll take a nice bath, maybe smoke a little more and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

It’s your turn to grin and you give him a long, burning kiss.

“Sounds like an offer I can’t pass up.”

[herrscherofinsanity]

Anything for you

Summary: Nayeon would do anything for her girlfriend, even getting over some of her biggest pet peeves.

Fluff

Im Nayeon x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is me being kinda back. In honor of Twice's 8th anniversary I wanted to write something for my ultimate bias; I'll be back simping for the aespa girls soon, I have lots of ideas... I just need to find time to write them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and also thank you for reading!

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“Hey can you pause the movie for a second? I really need to go to the bathroom”, Momo whined as she got up from the couch making the other girls groan.

“You always do this!”

“It was just getting to the good part!”

“Can we kick her out?”

“Is one night of peace and quiet too much to ask?”

You chuckled, watching the chaos unfold; a warm feeling spreading through your chest when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hold. You turned your head towards her, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You find this amusing?” Nayeon whispered, not wanting to draw unwanted attention towards the two of you.

“I do” you whispered back, a playful grin on your lips, “you girls have quite the bond, I’m jealous”.

“There’s no need to be jealous, babe” she said, kissing your cheek “you’re my favorite anyway”.

Before you could reply, another voice cut you off. “What do you mean she’s your favorite?!” Chaeyoung complained, wanting more drama to unfold.

“Jihyo, the couple is being annoying… again”, Tzuyu said.

“Oh, leave them alone” Sana said, your girlfriend sent her a grateful smile, but Sana’s sentence wasn’t over yet. “Nayeon can’t help the fact that she’s whipped”.

The members laughed, teasing the two of you relentlessly. Your girlfriend shot you a defeated look, so much for spending a relaxing time together without any interruptions.

“What are we talking about?”, Momo asked as she made her way back from the bathroom.

“Nayeon being stupidly in love with y/n” Jeongyeon replied nonchalantly; your girlfriend silently sulked behind you.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you two something?”, Mina looked towards you, a curious expression on her face.

You sent her a gentle smile, encouraging her to ask her question.

“When did you realize you were in love with each other?”.

An innocent question, but you felt as if you were about to go into cardiac arrest with the way your heart dropped. Nayeon wasn’t that far behind you, she felt as if the living room started spinning. On the other hand, both of your reactions left the girls feeling clueless. Why were you being so awkward? Surely you two had already… wait.

“W-well, we haven’t-” Nayeon began.

“Actually, I know the answer to that question!” Jihyo exclaimed, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“What could you possibly be talking about?” Nayeon hissed, shooting her fellow member a suspicious look; the whole interaction caught your attention.

“I would also like to know” you cleared your throat “…please”.

Nayeon looked at you with what you could only describe as pure panic, “baby, I really don’t think-”.

“Jihyo! What are you stalling for?” Jeongyeon exclaimed.

“Yeah! Go ahead and tell us!”

“Okay!” Jihyo exclaimed, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Gather ‘round kids! This is the story of how I realized Nayeon was without a doubt, head over heels in love with y/n!”.

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Two months ago.

"You can't be serious".

"I swear! They kept calling us 'wig group', Sana was about ready to lose it" your girlfriend, Nayeon said, her tone full of amusement.

You laughed at her story, not fully believing it, but still amused by how creative her fans could be.

Im Nayeon, better known as Twice’s Nayeon, but to you she simply was Nayeon; the same girl who nervously asked you to be her girlfriend 3 months ago.

You two were introduced by your mutual friend, Yeri who had spent weeks going on and on about how she knew the perfect person for you to go out with.  You were incredibly hesitant, but you eventually caved and agreed to give Yeri’s friend a chance.

Nayeon surprised you in the best of ways; after your first date, you couldn’t help but agree with Yeri, she really was the perfect person for you. The loud girl carved a permanent place in your heart for herself and nothing could come between the two of you; not the hate comments, not your companies, and definitely not the malicious rumors surrounding your relationship. Being with Nayeon was definitely worth it.

“We should get going, babe”, she said with a sad smile “you have a photoshoot and I’ve got an interview; we can’t stay any longer”.

As if to mock her, right in that second it began to pour. Nayeon looked at you in shock, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the troubled expression she wore. You knew perfectly well you would have to find a way to leave the small café you were currently hanging out at, your schedules depended on it, but still, a few extra minutes with your girlfriend couldn’t hurt.

“We’re going to have to make a run for it”, you sighed, the responsible part of your brain outweighing the not-so-smart one.

Nayeon looked at you with a frown on her face, her gaze kept moving between your frame and the raging storm outside. “You’re not wearing a jacket, y/n”.

You hummed, “it doesn’t look like this rain is stopping any time soon, we can’t afford to wait”.

“You’re going to catch a cold”.

“Maybe, but you know the deal, our relationship must not interfere with our careers” you rolled your eyes as you recited the same speech that had followed you around for the past month.

“Stay here”, she said sternly, “I’ll be right back”. You frowned, but followed her instructions. Not even five minutes later, Nayeon was back with a black umbrella in her hand.

“Where’d you get that from?” you asked her, she definitely didn’t have an umbrella when you got here.

“I just bought it” she grumbled, “I’m not going to let you get sick. Now come on, we really should get going”.

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Jihyo was currently waiting for the rest of her members to finish getting ready, they had an interview lined up and who knows what else might get magically booked along the way.

In an attempt to entertain herself, the leader unlocked her phone and tapped on the Twitter app. She mindlessly scrolled through her timeline, nothing truly catching her attention; that was until she came across two familiar figures.

Several pictures of her fellow member and her girlfriend greeted her. Now, Jihyo wasn’t surprised by the pictures in general; Nayeon, despite the countless warnings, was always going out of her way to show off her relationship. What truly surprised the group’s leader was the fact that the eldest member had an arm securely wrapped around you, her other hand too busy holding an umbrella in an attempt to shield you both from the rain.

An umbrella?

Before Jihyo could think about it any further, Nayeon made her way into the dorm.

The first thing the oldest Twice member did as soon as she got home was throw the umbrella somewhere far away from her, a sour expression on her face. Jihyo let out a loud laugh, not believing the sight before her very eyes; the leader’s laugh finally catching the other girl’s attention.

“You’re such a simp, Im Nayeon”.

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Loud laughs bounced back and forth across the Twice dorm and Nayeon wished she could disappear. What would you even say to that?

 “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Why did that make you realize she loves me?” the members gave themselves whiplash with how fast they all turned to look at you.

“You mean she never told you?” Dahyun asked.

“Told me what?” you asked nervously, Nayeon whined, wrapping you in an even tighter hug.

“Nayeon absolutely hates umbrellas, y/n” Jihyo explained. “She hates them so much, back when we were trainees, she used to wear a box on top of her head whenever it rained”.

“Even to this day!” Sana continued, “whenever our managers try to help her out with umbrellas she runs away” she giggled.

“But somehow all of that goes out the window when it comes to you” Jeongyeon smirked, “you have her wrapped around your finger, y/n”.

“Nayeon can’t have her princess getting sick” Momo teased.

The girls kept throwing jabs here and there, but you tuned them out, trying to focus your entire attention on your blushing girlfriend. You sent her a soft smile, she returned it immediately, feeling absolutely at ease once she saw that sparkle in your eyes.

“Do you really hate umbrellas that much?” you laughed.

Nayeon groaned at your question, feeling embarrassed all over again. “I do, I really really do”, she paused to steal a quick kiss from your lips, “but I love you way more”.

You beamed at your girlfriend, feeling on cloud nine when you finally heard her say those words you had been longing for.

“I love you too, Im Nayeon” you said, pressing your lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

“Jihyo! The couple is being annoying again!”.

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A/N: Everytime I think of a one shot I always have the idea that it will be roughly 500 words, and somehow I always end up going past 1k, oh well.

Thank you so much for reading! If you have any requests or anything like that feel free to let me know :)

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Donna has been leaving unsigned letters and little plushies she’s sewn for the reader for quite a while now. One day, the reader manages to find catch her in the act and is surprised that her secret admirer is a Lord. From there on, their relationship progresses until they eventually have their first time (And the reader pegs GP! Donna).

Yes!!!! thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

Your beautiful secret admirer

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut (at the end), Minors DNI, fluff…

Word count: 5,554

Summary:  Who was she? Who was sending you those beautiful love notes?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I love you all!!! :))

“You had a great idea, Donna,” you said, smiling before taking a sip of wine from your glass.

The woman in black smiled back, blushing in the candlelight.

“It's a great night for an outdoor dinner,” she explained, with a shy whisper, as you were used to.

“Oh...” You sighed, feigning disappointment. As expected, that sigh made Lady Beneviento frown in confusion.

“What? What’s wrong?” She asked, cautiously studying your gestures.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“You could have said something more romantic,” you joked, crossing your arms, but with a tender look.

Donna blinked repeatedly, looking for something to say. You knew her. You knew she had gotten nervous.

“I... I...” She stammered.

“I’m just kidding,” you said, tapping her nose with your finger, bringing her back to reality. She laughed softly, offering you a small piece of chocolate cake. You raised your eyebrows.

“Would you like a dessert?” The lady in black asked, clearing her throat for that awkward moment.

“Sure,” you said enthusiastically, dipping the spoon into the cake. “Hey, how did you know I liked this cake?”

Donna shrugged with an innocent look.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the sweetness that put the finishing touch to that romantic dinner on the grounds of the estate.

“Did you make it?” You asked curious. She nodded proudly. “Wow, it's spectacular.”

After a romantic moment of silence, of looking at each other by the candlelight, you sighed, looking up at the stars.

“You know what? It still seems incredible to me how we met,”  you murmured, leaning against her shoulder and leaning on it, ready to wander through your memories, to remember how you ended up in that situation, madly in love with one of the village Lords...

Some time ago…

“In life…” You repeated with a tired voice, at the same time as the rest of the villagers, but perhaps, with less enthusiasm. “…And in death we give glory… Mother Miranda. Damn, it’s so boring...”

“(Y/N), don't say that,” your friend snapped, nudging you.

“It's always the same, Elena, I'm tired of coming here to fool around every Sunday,” you whispered, sighing boredly.

“It's what we have to do. She protects us,” your friend said, making sure no one was listening to your words.

“Yes, yes, yes...” You said, shaking your head. “Are we leaving now?” You asked amused, when the rest of the villagers stood up from her seats, bowing respectfully at the priestess and her companions.

“Today's sermon was fantastic, don't you think?” The girl asked, accompanying you to the exit. You closed your eyes and swallowed another profanity.

“Hey, if you like Mother Miranda so much, just marry her,” you joked, amused. She looked at you with an offended expression.

“Someday they are going to punish you for your lack of faith,” Elena said. Fortunately, she was already used to your attitude.

“Oh yeah, who? The almighty Mother Miranda or one of her creepy minions?” You asked ironically.

“You should respect them, they take care of the village,” your friend protested, stopping walking. You rolled your eyes, looking towards the old church.

“But they're creepy,” you said with a dark tone, feigning chills.

“Stop complaining and let's go to Luiza's house, I heard that she bought those pies again.”

“That's definitely the best part of attending these sermons,” you said, reaching out to where your bag was supposed to be. It was not. “Oh…”

“What's wrong?” Elena asked, still upset by your comments.

“I forgot my bag, wait for me here,” you said, running back to the old chapel.

You couldn't help but feel a bit afraid. You knew that Miranda and her Lords were still there. Just because you didn't believe the winged woman's word didn't mean that deep down she terrified you.

“Intruder!” A shrill voice made you shrink in place, a voice that came from that creepy doll that was always with one of the Lords, with Lady Beneviento. The terrifying eyes of all of them fell on you.

“I'm sorry, it's just that...” You stammered, standing in place, intimidated by all the eyes on you.

“Out! Out!” The doll squealed again, jumping in the arms of its owner.

“I Just, I just came to get my bag...” You said, closing your eyes and regretting having joked a few minutes before.

You could hear a disinterested murmur and luckily, those bright eyes stopped landing on yours. One of the terrifying figures, the lady in black, owner of the doll, approached slowly, walking among the wooden benches.

Your body trembled when that black shadow walked close to you again. It was time to repent of your sins, surely.

“I didn't mean to interrupt, I...” You said with a broken voice, closing your eyes to avoid a painful death. Nothing happened. When you opened them, that mourning lady was in front of you, mysterious, with that black veil covering her face.

In her hands was your bag, and after a tense and strange moment, she extended it towards you.

“I... Well... Thank you,” you said, taking the bag from her pale hands. The lady nodded slightly and turned, walking away from you again.

Just before your legs were able to move again, you could see how the lady slowly turned around, looking at you again before rejoining her siblings.

“Okay...” You said relieved, seeing the sunlight above your head again.

All your days were a horrible routine. Work, pray, eat, sleep. For a girl like you, without family for a long time (suspiciously related to the lack of faith that you yourself inherited) you couldn't ask for more in life. Your years of wondering about the outside world passed. Surviving, and doing it in the best way possible, was your true priority.

You had friends, good friends, in the village you were one more girl, and well, you could say that you were happy in your own way.

One day, one morning, you woke up, had breakfast and looked out the window of your small cabin. Snow, wind, an extremely well-tended orchard, everything seemed in order, at least until you opened the door, tripping over something.

“What?” You asked. You bent down to pick it this thing up.

It was a rose, a bright rose that stood out beautifully on the snow. It didn't seem like the wind had blown it right to your door, and even more so when you found a small note tied to the stem. You smiled in amusement and looked around for the possible prankster. Nothing, no one, you were alone.

You shrugged and curiously untied the note, opening it slowly, with trembling hands.

Sono pazza di te

You read it over and over again, but you didn't understand it. You frowned and looked at the rose, then to the note again. You shrugged, sighing in surprise and confusion. At least that day didn't start like all the others. You spent the morning trying to decipher that message, thinking about who could have such elegant handwriting so different from your friends'. You might not have cared, maybe you thought it was a joke, but deep down, you knew it wasn't.

“Well, I'm going to prepare the tea,” Luiza, the most cultured woman in the village, but also the kindest, said.

“Wait, wait,” you said hurriedly, clutching the mysterious note in your pocket. “Let me help you.”

The woman nodded gratefully and you followed her into the kitchen.

“Hey, Luiza...” You said while she boiled the water. You were embarrassed for having to ask her for help, and for showing that note that seemed so private, but, if you wanted to know what exactly it said, Luiza was your only solution. “You… You  know languages, right?”

The woman looked at you smiling and nodded, instructing you to grab some cups from a nearby cupboard.

“Well, saying that I know languages ​​is overestimating me, (Y/N). We could say that I have read a lot,” she said with that kind and reassuring tone.

“Could you…?” You asked in a lower tone, preventing the people in the next room from hearing you. “Well, I found this note in my house and...” You whispered, taking out the paper wrinkled by nerves. “I don't know what it says.”

“Mm, let me take a look,” the woman said, taking the note from your sweaty hands.

“I think, I think it's Italian but...” You murmured, observing Luiza, who seemed to be cracking a smile.

“Yes, it is,” she said amused, returning the note to you. “You say you found it in your house?”

You put that paper back in your pocket and rubbed your hands, searching the corners for any prying eyes.

“Yes, well, yesterday morning it was at my door...Next to...” You thought before revealing in detail what you had found. Luiza wasn't going to judge you. You wouldn't lose anything by telling her. “Next to a rose.”

“Oh..." the woman sighed, laughing softly. “That makes sense.”

“Why do you say so? What does it say?” You asked nervously, confused by the woman's attitude. She seemed to have fun at your expense.

“I'm crazy about you,” Luiza said with a seductive tone, raising her eyebrows and with a strange smile. You shook your head, even more confused. “It seems like someone really appreciates you, (Y/N)...”

“What? Oh, I…” You said, scratching the back of your neck. “But who? It’s not signed.”

“I don't know, honey,” the woman said, putting the cups on a tray. “I think whoever wrote that had no intention of telling you its name, don't you think?” She said, as if stating the obvious.

You blinked, taking out the note again.

“Great, a secret admirer...” You sighed, feeling something strange in your chest. No one had ever told you something like that.

“A female admirer, (Y/N). Pazza is feminine,” Luiza corrected, confusing you even more. Obviously the entire village was aware of your preferences. It could be a sinister place, but given the strange things going on there, no one was fazed by your interest in women.

“A woman... A woman who writes in Italian...” You thought out loud.

Luiza crossed her arms, delaying taking the tray to your friends a bit. She seemed quite interested in the conversation.

“Do you know who she could be?” She asked, with amused curiosity.

You shook your head, after reviewing all the inhabitants of the place one by one.

“I have no idea,” you said defeated, lowering your head.

“Wait, maybe it's...” The woman said, her expression changing into an intriguing one, as if she had just had a revelation. You looked at her expectantly.

“Who?”

In an instant, Luiza shook her head, making a gesture with her hands and smiling innocently, as if she had regretted what she was about to say.

“No, no, what a nonsense. Forget about it, (Y/N),” she said hurriedly, grabbing the tray. “Come on, you don't want to keep your friends waiting any longer, do you?”

You nodded resignedly.

Well, having a secret admirer was an extra point for your self-esteem, but this wasn't how you thought the week would start.

It could have been an anecdote, a bad joke. You thought about your friends, maybe Elena. Nothing, each option was less likely than the previous one.

The days went by and you started to feel the need to look down every time you opened the door. There were no more roses, no notes. At least until 4 days later.

“Oh, what the…?” You said, unable to help but smile. Yes, that day there was something at your door, something different. It looked like a doll. It didn't look purchased, it looked handmade. “A doll?” You asked yourself, amused.

Next to that doll's hands, there was a closed envelope. The tone of the paper was the same as the previous note. The same person, the same woman, without a doubt.

I hope you are pleased with my gift. Your eyes, your hair, your smile... I can't forget them. I remember them every day, every night. In everything I think, in everything I do, I look for your beauty

“Wow...” You sighed, pleased to read that phrase in your language, feeling a sudden nervousness, the need to discover the identity of that woman who said she thought so much about you. Nothing, there was no initial, no clue to that person's identity. You only had one doll, one you had barely noticed.

You placed it on the table where you used to eat, plopping down on one of the chairs. When you looked closer at that toy, you noticed something curious. Looking down at your dress, and then at the doll's, it dawned on you.

“It's me...” You said with a frown, checking that each of the motifs on your dress matched the doll’s in a disturbingly exactly way.

The vase where you put that rose was increasingly full of flowers and the drawer where you kept the notes was already chaos.

For weeks, you had been receiving roses, gifts, dolls, plushies… All of them accompanied by notes of love, of admiration, by notes without a signature, without an owner. You were excited and nervous. You just hoped it wasn't a joke. You wanted it to not be a joke.

“In the darkness of the night, I no longer look for the stars or the moon, I only look for your eyes,” You commented to Elena, sitting on one of the church benches, repeating the last note you had received.

“Wow... It seems like whoever it is is completely in love,” your friend said, nudging you, pretending to listen to Miranda's sermon.

“It's incredible, don't you think?” You whispered, confused, looking at each and every one of those present villagers, looking for a clue that would tell you who the culprit was.

“Who can it be?” Your friend asked.

“I don't know...” You sighed, noticing how the villagers' gazes focused on you.

“(Y/N), the offering,” Elena said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“What? Oh, sure,” you said, shaking your head and taking the box of vegetables that served as a contribution to please the priestess.

Little by little, you approached the altar, but not before glancing askance at all the people you passed. You climbed one step, then another, breathing nervously. You didn't like getting close to that group of creepy people at all, much less to Mother Miranda.

“Mother Miranda, I offer you my work. I hope my offering is to your liking,” you said half-heartedly, making a false bow.

“Thank you, your work makes me happy,” the priestess responded, putting a hand on your shoulder to get you up.

You nodded and did so, but not before feeling a chill, a cold sweat on your back that forced you to turn your head towards one of the chairs where the Lords sat. On it, there was that woman in black, Lady Beneviento. Despite the veil that covered her face, you could feel her gaze. You could feel her eyes on yours.

When you looked at her too, walking more slowly, the woman looked away, pretending to reassure her excited doll. Something strange, that made your heart race. You didn't give it any importance. You were still worried about your secret admirer.

When you returned home, you realized that this whole situation was beginning to overwhelm you. The doubt, the mystery, that was fine for a day, even a week. But you had been receiving gifts, love notes for too long. You wanted to know who she was, and you wanted to know it right then.

Drawing logical conclusions, knowing that all of that stuff couldn't arrive at your door by magic, you decided to make a sacrifice and give up your dream, just for one night, in the hope that your admirer would appear.

You stayed alert, without putting on clothes to sleep, looking from the bed at that collection of dolls, flowers and plushies you had accumulated.

Just when you thought your eyes would close on their own, a rustling sound coming from your garden startled you, making you subtly slide out of bed.

“There you are...” You whispered.

It could only be your admirer, but you also knew the beasts that roamed the village at night. It would be better to be ready. Carefully, and trying not to trip over the furniture, since you were in the dark, you grabbed one of the garden tools, in the unlikely event that you had to defend yourself.

Slowly, and without making a sound, you left through the back door to go around the cabin and catch the person you were hearing walking. You peeked around a corner and your whole body started to shake.

The full moon revealed the culprit. That woman, Donna Beneviento, Lord of the village, fearsome servant of Mother Miranda, was crouching right at your door, leaving a note on top of one doll.

“It can't be possible,” you said with a mixture of surprise and curiosity “You?”

You had imagined a villager. You even thought that Luiza had something to do with that. But no, it was her, it was Lady Beneviento. She was a Lord who had fallen in love with you, or had worked for weeks to make you think that way.

You couldn't be still, you needed explanations. You needed to know what she was playing at, if she was torturing you, if... If what her notes said was true.

Taking advantage of the darkness, you crouched in the corn plants, trying not to be seen. The lady in black sighed sadly, and she slowly turned around to make her way back.

“Hey!” You shouted, unable to contain your curiosity, leaving the small corn field. The lady panicked, looking you and turning around, running away when you started chasing her. “Hey, wait, wait!” You called desperately to the woman, who was fleeing from you in a somewhat ridiculous chase.

The woman in black gasped when, in one of her steps, she tripped, falling to the ground comically.

“Oh...” You said, braking, trying not to trip too. “Hey, hey, are you okay?” You asked, crouching down next to her and slowly turning her over.

The veil on her face had moved. What no one was able to do in so many years, you did in a few minutes. You saw the true face of Lady Beneviento.

Her beauty amazed you. It made you feel a prick in your heart. You never imagined she was so beautiful, not even her horrible scar could make you look away.

The woman, gasping in fear, retreated, crawling back with a look of fear, of genuine terror. Funny, she must have been the one scaring you.

“Hey, hey, come on, calm down,” You said, grabbing her wrist and pulling it so she would stop dragging on the floor. “Don’t, don't be afraid.”

A sob made you realize that your words had been of no use. The lady in black shoved you with an angry gasp, making you fall to the ground and getting up to flee again.

“Ah, no... You're not going to escape,” you growled, getting up and running after her again.

In a last ditch attempt to stop your now well-known admirer, you grabbed her waist, knocking her to the ground again and pinning her against it. You were too nervous. You weren't even thinking about who you had just tackled.

“Okay, okay, that's enough,” you said, breathing hard, fighting against her erratic movements, which were desperately trying to separate you from her body. “It was you…”

She shook her head, breaking out of your hold to put on her veil. Too late. In one swift movement, you grabbed her wrist again, stopping her from covering herself.

“Be still, come on... I just want to talk,” you said, looking at her only eye shining with the midnight light. She was the beauty, not you. Those notes were wrong. “You… You sent me the notes, right? It was you…”

She stopped moving, sobbing in shame, finally nodding.

“Well... Hey, those things you said... Do you really think that way about me? You?”

Donna nodded again, stopping resisting.

“Okay, I'm, I'm a bit confused...” you said, relaxing your posture too, but staying on top of her. “You are Donna Beneviento. You are... You are a Lord...”

She didn't respond, her expression becoming more and more broken.

“You can't feel something for me. You don't know me...” You said nervously, brushing your hair away from your face. “I don't…”

“I don’t need to know you. Your look is the light that illuminates my darkness,” she said, whispering in a low voice, confirming again that she was the one who gave you those things.

“Wow, I... I don't know what to say,” you said laughing, blushing at the compliment. “Well... Donna, right?” You said, clearing your throat. “Why don't you come to my house so we can talk?”

“Why would you want to do that?” She asked, with a cold look, doubting about your intentions.

“Well because... I think, I think I would like to know you...”

That was the way it started. Some love notes, some gifts, a feeling that little by little became mutual. Over time, you abandoned your cabin, only to want to live in Donna's arms. A dangerous Lord, dangerously in love.

You sighed intoxicated by her perfume, by her illuminated beauty in the light of the candles. She just caressed you, kissed your hair. You didn't know how long you had been remembering how you got there.

“(Y/N), you're shivering, are you cold?” She said with a tender voice, rubbing your arms and taking you out of your memories.

“Maybe...” You said, being aware of how quickly the temperatures had dropped. “But you know what? I think if I get a little closer...” You whispered, adjusting yourself to kiss her, to kiss her tenderly, but also with passion, with the recent emotion of remembering how your romance had started.

“Whenever I remember those notes...” You said, making her back rest on that small picnic blanket, climbing up her hips. “Ugh, my heart beats very fast.”

She laughed amused, but with a strange gleam in her eyes. Maybe it was because of the position you were in, or maybe it was because, after saying that phrase, you couldn't stop kissing her, caressing her.

After a few moments of gasping and a considerable increase in temperature, you opened your eyes in surprise, noticing something that began to press between your legs. When you realized it, you smiled, in a mischievous and seductive way.

“Wow... It seems like you like my kisses so much.”

She realized what had happened, what was happening, and she crawled for you to get off her body.

“I'm sorry,” she said embarrassed, bringing her knees to her chest. “It was unintentionally…”

“Hey, come on, Donna, it's okay. I already knew about that. It's not the first time your body reacts that way...” You said, kissing her shoulder and looking at her affectionately, caressing her cheek.

“Did you know it?” She asked curiously, relaxing her posture, letting your hand rub her back. You nodded, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes and... Well, I was wondering if... If you would like to... Well...” You said, this time blushing, wishing you didn't need to finish the sentence.

“I...” Donna said, avoiding your gaze, her voice breaking. “I don't know if I'm ready for that. My, my body is different and you may, you may not like it. Besides, I never...”

You interrupted her with a kiss, letting out that desire that you had been coming with for a long time. Donna was gentle and respectful. She never made any reference to taking that step with you, and you understood why.

“I'm sure your body is beautiful,” you said seductively.

“But, but I have...” She said, nervous again.

“Come on, Donna...” You interrupted again, pulling her hand and blowing out the candles. “There is only one way to clear up doubts.”

Slowly but nervously, you returned to the Beneviento estate, without speaking, without saying a word. That night was going to be special. For you, and for her. Saying it was also your first time would only make things worse. You needed Donna to be calm, and that's what you wanted.

After turning on the light in the dark bedroom, you sat on the bed, sighing, looking at the shy woman in front of you.

“Come on, honey, I want to see you,” you said in a soothing voice.

“Do you mean that you want me to get naked? In front of you?” The lady in black asked strangely, grabbing her dress tightly, containing all her emotions, all her nerves.

“Yes, Donna,” she agreed, taking her hand and caressing it gently. “Let me see how beautiful you are.”

“I... I...” She said, even more nervous. After that, she closed her eye and nodded, bringing her hands to the buttons of the black dress.

You realized that maybe it was too much for her and you stood up slowly, gently grabbing her shoulders.

“Hey, hey, you don't have to do it. I can wait until you're ready,” you whispered in her ear. She thought about it, but she smiled slightly, shaking her head.

“No, (Y/N)... I... You're right, I... I want to love you,” she explained. “But I'm afraid…”

“Don't be, Donna,” you said softly, giving her one last kiss before sitting down again. “I want to admire the beautiful woman you are…”

She nodded, taking a deep breath and finishing off her buttons, getting rid of the sleeves and checking every once in a while to see how you were looking at her. You couldn't do it any other way. Your eyes expressed just love.

Then, her bra disappeared, falling to the floor next to her dress. She was almost a goddess. If you could choose who to worship, it would be her. Not Miranda, just her, just Donna.

“You're so beautiful...” You sighed, running your gaze over her body. Her nerves were still evident, but little by little she was gaining confidence, surely increased due to your gaze.

Donna smiled, bringing her hands to the last piece of clothing covering her body. Closing her eye and suppressing her embarrassment, she removed her underwear, leaving herself completely exposed to your gaze.

You stood up, caressing her cheek, continuing to memorize every corner of her body.

“Can you help me with this dress?” You asked seductively, kissing her slowly, keeping her body very close to yours. Donna nodded, undoing the knot that kept your nakedness hidden.

Then it was your bra, then your underwear, then nothing.

Nothing separated you anymore. The kisses only warmed your naked bodies. The caresses explored each of their corners, the sensation of being skin to skin made you feel her desire to have you against your humidity again. You weren't going to make any comments, nothing that would make her nervous.

You just wanted to kiss her, caress her, tell her with your actions how much you wanted her, how much you wanted to know how she would feel inside of you, loving you fully,

Walking backwards, you fell onto the bed, dragging Dona with you, always keeping her attached to you, her body with yours, sharing the same warmth, the same desire.

Her kisses became uninhibited, moving down to your neck, to your chest. Her hands remained respectful, staying around your breasts almost without caressing them, as if it were an impure act, something that could tarnish her feelings.

“Touch me, Donna,” you whispered in her ear, running a finger along her back, causing her body to tremble, making her erection even more noticeable against your leg. “I want to feel you on my whole body.”

She didn't say anything, she just gasped as your ungodly hands thought first, running over her chest, grabbing, caressing every inch of her pale skin, with less shame, at least that's what it appeared to be.

She obeyed, throwing herself at your neck again, kissing it desperately, repressing the involuntary impulse of her hips that made them move making contact with your skin in her most intimate area.

“You are the love of my life...” The brunette whispered, sitting up to cup your face in her hands. Her body rested on top of yours, calmer, but anxious, almost as much as yours.

“You are too, Donna...” You said, making her smile widen, making he to share with you the most beautiful and sincere smile you had ever seen.

“I want to make love to you,” she said with a nervous tone, with the movements of her hips beginning to get out of control. “There is nothing else I want to do at this moment…”

You nodded, moving into a more comfortable position, spreading your legs so her erection was aligned with your wetness. She moaned at the sensation, letting herself be guided by her instincts, playing at your entrance, seeking approval in your eyes.

“Be gentle. It's my first time,” you said, when a sudden nervousness began to cloud the pleasure you were feeling. You supposed to feel that way was logical.

Donna looked at you confused, but she nodded, leaning down to kiss you before slowly introducing the tip, making her almost grunt in pleasure.

“It's... It's incredible...” She murmured as she felt your body so close to hers, beginning to merge into just one body.

You also moaned from the pleasure of her heat in yours, from those impure caresses that her body made in yours. Fear turned to desire, making you move to feel her more, just a little more inside of you.

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly as she moved deeper and deeper into you, causing that little sting you feared so much, the pain of having lost your innocence. You couldn't help but wince.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, tesoro,” Donna said, unable to pull back or stop moving. Her desire was already unbearable and so was yours. It was what you expected, you didn't want to stop.

“Don't be sorry, Donna...” You said, relaxing your body so it could move, letting your walls adjust to this unknown intruder. “It's... It's... Oh...” You moaned, when she finished entering you, moaning and closing her eye due to the pleasure.

Your wetness was enough that, after a few seconds, your body asked Donna to move.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked worried, fighting with all her might not to move, to respect your wishes.

“No, no... I think, I think you can move now...” You said nodding now grabbing the sheets, forgetting about the pain, exchanging it for an overwhelming pleasure.

She obeyed, moving slowly, traveling your walls in a hot, sensual, slow but intense dance.

Your body forgot about worries and began to follow her movements. Your moans began to sound along with hers and your hands released the sheets to cling to her, kissing her as she took you carefully, lovingly, as only Donna was capable of doing.

“It feels so, good... Your, your body is perfect...” Donna said, confused by all those new sensations, grabbing your legs with her hands, lightly digging her nails into your skin while her hips moved faster.

“Donna…. You are... Oh, Gods... I love having you inside of me,” you said, embarrassed by that involuntary rudeness, which only made the brunette laugh, going down to your neck, kissing your lips, letting your bodies hug each other, your legs wrap around her waist so this feeling wouldn't dare to leave you.

In a short time your breathing became agitated and the pleasure you felt became unbearable, eager to get out, to take you to heaven itself. Her movements also changed, becoming erratic, trembling as she felt your walls tightening due to your imminent orgasm, your first orgasm, at least in company.

“I'm so close, (Y/N)...” Donna murmured, lifting your legs and placing them on her shoulders, accentuating the movements of her hips. “I think I'm going to…”

Her eye opened suddenly and a loud gasp filled the room. Her movements ceased, holding herself inside of you as a wave of heat began to fill you. That was what made your own body tense, defeated by the feeling of her seed, of her release taking over your insides, claiming your body as hers.

“Donna...” You whispered, caressing her cheek, moving her head away from your shoulder. It was there just before she released, wanting to hold you, to feel you while she was filling you.

“(Y/N)...” Donna whispered, breathing still heavy, looking at you with admiration and some fear. “It, it has been…”

“It has been wonderful...” You finished the sentence, moving so she came out of you, noticing how the humidity left your body shamefully. Donna nodded, lying on top of you, letting your arms protect her body from any bad thoughts, from the shame of her first time.

“Do you know what I'm remembering?” You asked after a few minutes of relaxation, playing with her hair with your fingers.

“Mm?”

“That first rose you sent me...” You said with a smile, relaxing your body completely. She looked at you and smiled shyly, kissing you on the lips.

“I would send you thousands of roses, (Y/N)...”

[dadhurtmemore]

I've seen you around, I've been thinking of cornering you into an empty alley and forcing my cock into you, leaving a couple loads in until you stop crying and begging me to stop (or pass out)

You knew my Friday night routine. I’d head out to the bar, have a few too many drinks and then stumble around the block until I remember Uber exists around 2am.

A couple of weeks ago you even passed me in my drunken stupor and suggested I bring a friend with me next time. You let me lean on you while you showed me how to order the ride share and then waited with me until it came.

All of that to see how close you could get to me. You had your hands all over me as you helped me out and you never even gave me your name. I babbled on and on about a lot of things, but the most important thing you heard was me talking about having to take my T-shot that morning and it makes you really horny. Acting curious, you asked how that worked. I happily droned on and on about how I had to take the dose once a week and all sorts of other irrelevant information. As you got me in the car you noticed how easily you could have dragged me away. But now your suspicions were correct. I was a boy who had a pussy and was horny as hell on Fridays.

Two weeks later and you’re following me again. I’d had an extra drink tonight and complained to the bartender about my ex cheating on me. The streets were dark and mostly empty, wet with rain from while we were inside the club.

You stepped up behind me right when I was passing the alleyway you had noticed before. I yelped but your hand muffled the sound as you pulled me away. You’re much bigger than me and you easily overpower me, pinning me to the wall.

“I told you not to come out without a friend,” you growl as you pull off my pants and undies all at once. I cry out into your hand as I struggle drunkenly.

Then you bend me over, leaving my pants around my thighs to keep me from running. You line up and push your way right into my wet hole. The liquor mixed with the shot has made me incredibly horny.

“Yessssss…” you groan deeply as you sink further into my pussy.

My pathetic pussy cums instantly around you as you enter me and I try to beg you to stop, but all that you can hear through your hand is some garbled mumbling.

“What’s that? Fuck you harder?” You ask mocking me as you slam into me hard.

I scream and start to sob. You slam into me with one deep thrust after the next. Moments later I’m cumming again and you sink balls deep into me. I can’t stop cumming on your cock as you r@pe me.

Soon my legs are shaking so you lay me down on my back and slam your cock right back into me.

“Please stop! Please!” I whimper.

“You’re enjoying it way too much. I can feel you cumming as I fuck you.”

You push my legs to my chest and start pounding away at my dripping pussy once more. I can hear myself as you r@pe me. I just stare up at you, my mind breaking.

I quickly become a drooling mess as I can’t stop cumming on your r@pist cock. You press your cock deep until it slams painfully against my cervix over and over. Then you cum, fucking your cum into me even deeper.

Just when I think you’re done, you pull out and flip me over only to put your cock back in my pussy. You press on my back and ram your cock into me deep. I can hear how wet I am from cumming and from your cum inside me.

I black out once, maybe twice, as you continue to fuck me. My pussy relaxing as I’m unconscious so you can get even deeper, feeling your cock start to press into my cervix.

After nearly another hour of r@ping my slutty cunt, you finally cum deep inside me once again.

You leave me there, passed out in the alleyway for anyone else to use.

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Rocking Around the Christmas Tree 🌲 (pt.1)

Jake Lockley x female reader

Summary: When decorating the Christmas tree, things take an interesting turn.

Jake hated how cold it got when it neared Christmas. Frankly, it was a wonder how you seemed to enjoy it so much. The snow was his least favorite about the holiday, seeing how easily it stuck to his clothes and suit.

He crossed his arms, sitting by the fireplace. He was huddled in blankets, looking like a ball on the couch. Jake was a little annoyed to be honest.

The little gleams of red and green did have him a little curious. But he didn’t move from his spot.

Meanwhile, you were decorating the tree.

“Come on, baby! We are supposed to do this together”, you giggled softly.

Jake groaned in response, rolling his eyes. Not that you could see it through the several layers of blankets.

“You’re too excited. It’s just a bunch of Christmas bullshit, and the snow is only going to get worse.”

He complained as he was buried in the pile of blankets.

“But it’s our first Christmas in our house together.” You begin to get insecure. “Am I making a big deal over nothing?”

Jake took note of how your voice softened, and he let out another heavy groan. Seeing you look insecure because of him made him feel horrible.

“Hey, hey, no. Come here.” He opened the blankets he wrapped himself in like a burrito, gesturing for you to come closer.

You stay standing near the tree, thinking he’s just trying to be nice.

Jake caught onto your hesitation and rolled his eyes lightly.

"¡Ven aquí, mami!” He patted the spot next to him. He was using the nickname that he knew you loved.

You blush and giggle before he brings you into his lap, covering the two of you with his blanket.

Jake wrapped both of his arms around you, holding a tight hold. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be an ass. I just get grumpy in winter.”

Jake mumbled into your ear before he planted a few kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry for making a big deal. It’s just… since we moved in together, I’ve been excited to start traditions together.”

Hearing you apologize even when you didn’t need to just made him feel even more guilty. He let out another sigh, resting his head on yours.

“No, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have been so short with you. You haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just grumpy about the cold.”

Jake let one of his hands snake under your shirt, his hand resting on your stomach to give it a gentle rub.

“Aye! Your hands are cold. Maybe you do need to stay in the blankets for a bit to warm up. Or get mittens…”

He chuckled lightly as you pointed out how cold his hands were. He nuzzled his face into your neck, letting his hot breath make contact with your skin.

“I just need you to warm me up,” He mumbled before giving your neck another kiss, this one a little more rougher before his fangs grazed over the sensitive skin.

You giggle. “Hard to believe a guy like you lives for the cuddles of his girlfriend.”

Jake pulled you closer into his chest. He could easily wrap his arms all the way around you. He’d always be fascinated by how much smaller you were in comparison. You fit perfectly in his arms.

“Hey, can you blame me? You give the best cuddles.”He joked as he squeezed you. “Plus, you let me hold you like this. It’s really comfortable.”

“I love our cuddles too. I’m just saying that when we first got together, I never pictured you’d be into me the way I’m into you.”

Jake let his hand gently rub your stomach, his fingers tracing small patterns onto your skin.

“I could say the same as you, you know. Never thought a chica as incredible as you would want a grumpy bastard like me.”

Jake gave your neck another kiss as he continued to mumble into it. “Yet here we are.”

“You’re not a batard. Though you are a bit of a grump from time to time.”

Jake chuckled a little, his teeth grazing over your neck again. He was having a hard time keeping them under control.

“Yeah, and I’ll keep telling you that you’re too good for me.” He mumbled, his breathing growing a little more ragged from being all over you. He was almost tempted to get a little more handsy on you.

“I think you are an amazing boyfriend.”

Jake chuckled again as he kept his face nuzzled into your neck. His other hand, not on your stomach, was rubbing up and down your arm.

“Mm-hm. You better believe it.”

Jake gave you another kiss on the neck before his fangs gently sunk slightly into your skin as he began sucking on it.

You giggle, your fingers beginning to run through his dark hair.

Jake let out a stifled groan as your fingers ran through his hair. He couldn’t help but shiver, leaning into your touch. He nipped at your skin once again before parting his lips from your neck to glance over at you.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he huffed, referring to the way you were playing with his hair. “You know that turns me on, mami.”

“I can’t help it when you do the same to me.”

“Oh? So you like it when I do it?” He asked, feigning innocence, before running his tongue over the marks he left on your neck to soothe the skin.

“Do you like it that much, mami?” He asked again as he gave your stomach a gentle squeeze before pulling you flush against his chest. “You’re always making noise for me when I do it.”

“I imagine what it would be like if you marked me as yours in all the ways that matter.”

A low, stifled growl escaped him as you mentioned the prospect of you being his in every way possible. He pulled you closer to him, and he started planting kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

“You’re already mine, mami. Every last bit of you belongs to me. I just want the world to know that you’re mine.”

Jake started nipping at your skin a little again, wanting to leave some more marks on you.

“Not yet. You haven’t filled me with your child yet…”

You had no idea how badly that statement affected him. He let out another low, deep growl before starting to kiss over your neck a little more harshly, occasionally running his tongue over the skin as well.

“You keep saying stuff like that, I’ll give you a child. Is that what you want, mami? Want me to fill you with a baby?” he teased as his hand started rubbing over your stomach again.

“Can’t you imagine it? A little one conceived from a night of love and passion we share…”

Jake let out another low growl at the thought, and he could feel himself get excited as he thought about the prospect. He had to fight to get that under control for now.

“…I’d love it if you had my baby, mami. We’d have such a beautiful child together, dios mio…” he murmured lowly into your ear, biting down on it.

You smirk. “Help me decorate the tree and I’ll let you breed me…”

His hand on your stomach froze as you made that proposal. He was suddenly very eager to get to work on decorating, and he began to unwrap the pile of blankets he was cuddling you under.

“Mm.. yes, ma’am. I’ll get started right away.”

Jake tried to keep his voice even, but you could definitely hear the excitement in his tone.

“If we’re going to have a little one by next Christmas, we need to develop traditions for him or her to take part in with us. Like decorating the tree, Santa, and so on….”

Jake began to get up as you mentioned having a child by this time next year. A child that was the product of the two of you. He couldn’t help the small grin that had spread across his lips.

“Yes, I think our child will enjoy that… They’ll get to experience their first Christmas with the two of us here, and-“

Jake paused for a moment as he looked over at you.

“How many kids do you want?”

“As many as you want and that we are able to be blessed with.”

He chuckled. “Such a good girl.”

His hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before he finished getting up. He began to grab some of the ornaments.

“Let’s get started on the tree, huh? The sooner it’s done, the sooner I get my reward.”

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Hours of having fun decorating the tree and making love, you and Jake are naked in bed together—drinking hot chocolate.

The two of you were snuggled under the blankets again, sipping hot chocolate from mugs while you were sitting on his lap. You could still feel certain soreness all over your body from the “fun” you had to earn this reward.

Jake had an arm wrapped around you and he was leaning back on some pillows by the headboard. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up.

“…You’ve been quiet too long, mami . What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking how much I love and can’t wait to share our lives together.”

His arm gave you a gentle squeeze, pulling you against his chest again. He gently nuzzled his face into your head, placing a kiss against your hair.

“Me too, preciosa, me too. I can’t wait to experience everything with you.”

Jake took a sip from his own hot chocolate, thinking for a moment as he placed the mug down.

“Actually… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

He pulled you a little a closer before he began to gently rub your arm, his hand running up and down it absentmindedly.

“I’ve been… thinking about the idea of asking you a question.” He mumbled, glancing at you for a moment before he looked down at you in his lap. “I’m not sure if I should ask it, though. I’m not entirely sure what your reaction would be.”

“Ask me… you know we can talk to each other about anything…”

Jake was quiet for a moment as he thought of the appropriate way to ask. How would you react?

“Right.. Yes, you’re right.” He exhaled heavily, looking down at you and meeting your eyes.

“I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about… a certain kind of commitment with you.”

“Oh yeah? We are already happily living together.”

“Right, yes, I know.” He paused for a moment, fiddling with his fingers a little as he began to grow somewhat nervous.

“But, uh… I’ve been thinking about… how permanent our commitment should be…”

“I hope it will be.”

He chuckled, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as he grew a little more comfortable again. He knew you loved him, but he was still nervous about your reaction.

“Yes… I’d want it to be permanent as well. That… is actually part of what I’ve been thinking about. Commitment that’s more.. concrete than just living together.”

You wait for him to continue.

He took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as he braced himself to ask the question he’s been thinking about for some time now.

“I’ve been… wondering… how you’d feel …if I asked you to, uh… to marry me?”

His heart was starting to race. It was very out of character for him to feel so nervous at the thought of something like this.

You’re at loss for words. “I… I… what?”

Jake chuckled again, still trying to stay calm as he noticed your reaction. He wasn’t sure if your reaction was one of surprise or not.

He was quick to try and elaborate on the question, feeling a little sheepish.

“Yes, uh… y-you heard me. I’ve been thinking about- I’ve been thinking about asking you to be my wife.”

You put your mug of hot chocolate on the side table before taking his face into your own. “Jake, you mean that?”

He couldn’t help the shaky grin that spread across his lips as you placed your hands on his face. It was such a sweet gesture, and he leaned into your touch, bringing his own hands up to rest on your forearms.

“Oh, yes… of course I mean it. I wouldn’t joke about something like this” he spoke, his voice a little shaky from nerves. “Is… is that something you think you could want?”

“Yes… I’d love to be your wife, Jake. Though, are you prepared to be with me for life?”

He let out a short laugh as you mentioned him being with you for life. It was such a silly question for you to ask.

“Of course I am… I’m pretty damn certain I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He spoke, moving to wrap his arms around your waist again and pulling you even closer to him.

“Good to know my future baby daddy well be my hubby. Hopefully we’ll be married and with a baby by next Christmas.”

He grinned as you mentioned that. He brought one of his hands to rest on your stomach again and began lightly rubbing it.

“That’s the plan.” he mumbled against your neck, before placing a kiss there. “Having you as my wife, and our child to spend Christmas with. I can’t wait, mami...”

You nuzzle into him, excited for the future ahead of you two.

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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 2x01 Capital R Rake (Part 4)

Welcome back, Gentle Readers, to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!

For previous issues, follow tag : The Lady Whistledown Papers

Portrait of the Featheringtons

Lady Whistledown is particularly vicious -- going after Anthony (Pen and Anthony don't really get much interaction, it makes me wonder what their dynamic is like) and then continues to goad the Queen (which, girl is getting incredibly bold). Meanwhile, we cut to the Featheringtons lounging around -- and I feel like is this what they do most days? It seems like a very boring existence.

While reading LW, Finch giggles and snorts as Penelope has made another plant pun in her writing, to which he appreciates. I kind of love that he is a LW fan, and really, he seems to enjoy Penelope in general. I kind of love that. Penelope is thrilled as his amusement, and is glad someone appreciates her cute, little plant puns.

But maybe more importantly, the juxtaposition is that at the ball, she's being clever and witty, while being ignored not only by suitors but by literally everyone. Meanwhile, as LW, everyone is reading her, and enjoying her. And, I should say -- the usage of the same kind of plant pun humor is also a reminder that Penelope and LW are the same person.

Btw, I love her little smirk and book snap as she jumps up at Finch's compliment. She must really enjoy when her family actually appreciates her.

Penelope might be in good spirits, but Portia is not -- and begins asking Varley if they can get anything for the candlesticks, as she's now starting to sell anything she can to get some income.

Penelope notes this - and while her sisters aren't alarmed, she is, and she is well aware that her family needs some good fortune and quickly.

Also, side note -- I want to know what Penelope is reading!! We get no good shots of the book. Though it looks like the book she was reading at the very beginning of the episode.

[I just want state that the scene in between this one and the next is a delightful Bridgerton family scene -- I still adore all the family dynamics, as it remains one of my favorite parts of the show. Also, Anthony is a great main character.]

Letters

Can we take a moment and appreciate how beautiful Pen looks in this scene? Like, seriously, look at this girl. There's a reason they show puts her in ugly dresses and has her hair in weird configurations -- because it'd be hardly believable that anyone wouldn't notice her if she looked like this at the balls.

Anyway, Penelope's in her room when she hears Prudence's irritating singing coming down the hallway. (Omg, I love the throwback to Season 1.) She just knows Prudence is going to be a nuisance, so she has to act quickly, as she's doing some LW things. She scurries to get the floorboard closed and covered again.

And... this makes me curious. Did the house just happen to have a loose floorboard there, and little Penelope discovered it one day and uses it for her secrets? Or did she make an effort to cut the floor open to have herself a hiding spot? Yes, these are the kinds of questions I think about.

So, Prudence does barge in and the first thing she asks is why Penelope is being so quiet. And... it's a very weird question. How could Penelope be loud? I realize Prudence probably spends a lot of her time singing badly, but there are only five of them in that very big house -- it's hard to believe there's any way that any of them could be making that much noise.

But anyway, Penelope tries to ignore her and states that she is reading. Prudence continues being invasive, stating that Penelope is incredibly boring, and then goes on to why she's really there -- she wants to complain about how Phillippa is now preoccupied with Finch -- and I have to imagine that Prudence isn't really thrilled that she's losing the sister she's bffs with.

Also, the look of annoyance on Penelope's face when Prudence says petrified wrong. Like, the levels of her sisters' stupidity grate on her ever last nerve.

Prudence then decides to snoop on Penelope's desk, and finds that there's a letter there she's amused by. I kind of wonder if the show wants you to think that Prudence has found a Lady Whistedown column? But I mean, Penelope is pretty smart and would never leave that writing out for her sister to read.

It is interesting, however, that she leaves her letter to Colin out in the open, however. But I suppose that is less scandalous? (Though it's pretty scandalous -- as unmarried men and women who weren't related to each other and aren't courting don't write letters to each other. Just another example of the two of them breaking the rules.)

It's also interesting that -- Penelope has been writing him for months now, and no one in her household has noticed. I'm guessing that Penelope is always jumping for the mail first, because he's definitely writing her back, and there's no shortage of letters there, and she must be getting the mail every day, because I'm sure someone would be suspicious that Pen would be getting so much mail.

I also kind of love that this is such a sister moment with Prudence taking the letter and Penelope crying for it back. Idk, it just reminds me of the times I've fought with my siblings like this.

The noise brings Portia into the room (and, lol, Portia looks like she's got a constant headache these days) and wants to know what the fuss is all about. Prudence spills the beans about Penelope writing Colin.

Portia's reaction is... fascinating. She isn't really that alarmed by it, and the first thing she notes is that all the letter writing has gotten her hands dirty. And then she kind of eye rolls about it -- as though she doesn't understand why Penelope would be wasting her time and energy.

Penelope defends herself -- exclaiming that Colin is her friend (which is kind of an extraordinary statement for the time period).

But, I mean, I love LOVE that the show made sure to add this piece of their relationship. The correspondence that Penelope and Colin have been doing while Colin's been traveling is so important and so special. (And I kind of wonder who started writing to who? Did Colin think to send her a letter as something reminded him of her while away? Or did Pen start writing him after Eloise grew bored of giving responses? I'm so curious as to how this all happened.)

The letters, however, are integral to their story. It's a place where the two of them can be themselves without the confines of what society allows. It's a chance for Penelope to be her clever and witty self and express the person she is without fear. And ironically (?) it's the same voice that she probably uses for Lady Whistledown.

And I'm of mind that through these letters are how Colin really fell in love with her. And it's somewhat fascinating that he unknowingly fell for her and Lady Whistledown at the same time. It's clear that he never reads the column, because how could he not pick up on the same phrases and the same sense of humor and the same writing style. She probably does not mask her writing as her Lady Whistledown persona is a reflection of her true voice, and undoubtedly her letters to Colin would be the same way.

Anyway, these letters are something that is very important to her. If you watch how she clutches the letter as her mother scolds her about it, how she has it close to her as she defends herself, and calls Colin her friend. The fact that Prudence is making fun of her and the fact that Portia is completely dismissive of it is incredibly hurtful to her. This relationship means everything to her.

It's interesting that Prudence rolls her eyes -- thinking that Colin would waste time on her, because clearly she doesn't notice the amount of mail that Penelope is getting back. But also doesn't notice that the only one who does pay any attention to her is Colin Bridgerton.

And another side tangent though - I do wonder what Prudence and Phillippa's opinion of Colin is, especially after the whole Marina thing. I mean, I don't think it's much -- but they are aware of how much Penelope spends time with the Bridgertons. And I can see them thinking it's hilarious that Penelope seems to be infatuated with her bff's brother. (I'm guessing, too, that Eloise didn't spend too much time over at the Featheringtons -- and encouraged Pen to spend time with her family instead.)

But, I mean, again while Portia is a bit blind to it -- she becomes completely distracted, asking if she could sell the books because the money issue is way more an actual thing to be concerned about, I do wonder if Penelope's sisters picked up on her feelings towards Colin. At least as so far as her being enamored when he was around would be another thing for them to make fun of her about.

Anyway, Portia scolds Penelope for wasting her time with 'silly letters'. And declares that if Colin is her friend -- then she is, in fact, Catherine the Great. And, I mean, that's the saddest thing. Her own mother doesn't take her seriously. In any other context, this would be seen as a scandal, but Portia finds it frivolous. She doesn't believe that her youngest daughter would find any kind of connection with a man and that's just... sad.

And poor Penelope is just deflated. She had been riding high on all the success of Lady Whistledown, but the reality is that in reality, she is just a girl clinging on to what little stability she has while those who should love her the most mock and ridicule her. It's incredibly disheartening.

Portia leaves by telling Penelope to clean her hands because how dare anyone think she would be a commoner. It's like the finally needle into Pen's side, like Portia has to take one last jab before she leaves. And, oh, how Penelope just has to stop and take a deep breath to reorient herself. She has survived another day of torment.

Penelope uses writing as a way to escape her life, and as a way to deconstruct the world around her. It makes me wonder what she does next -- write a scalding LW column to release her anger? lose herself in fantasy writing to Colin? Or does she have a journal for thoughts too private to even share with anyone at all.

[delusinaldreamer19]

Vent/Rant incoming. Feel free to disregard.

(But also maybe don’t, idk)

Something that’s become apparent to me as I’ve posted more frequently on Ao3 is just how disheartening it can be to feel like I’m performing for a silent crowd.

Dgmw, it is very much that I am just a sensitive & insecure person by nature. (I’m incredibly embarrassed abt posting this, but again, just venting.) And its not that I’m trying to directly beg for ppl to read and comment on my works, but I am sort of…indirectly doing that.

I just can’t help but feel a bit like ‘what am I doing wrong?’ I’ve both intentionally and unintentionally written a decently wide verity of fanfics for Kuro, whether it’s shorter oneshots or longer multi chapter fics, as well as tonally with things being funny, sad, mysterious, contemplative. I try and pay attention to what gets the most interaction so that I know what people are most interested in reading. But even with doing that, I can’t really tell. Like I want to write stuff that people enjoy reading, but it sometimes feels impossible to tell if I’m doing that.

(Pls excuse me, I’m about to start very much complaining)

I don’t even know why I tend to feel that way, I’ve got six stories posted and half have over 1000 hits (two that are over 2000 hits). But again, I’m a horrifically insecure person with an adhd brain that never shuts up.

I know that I’m doing nothing but preaching to the choir when I say ‘authors really want you to comment on their works!!’ And it’s not that I don’t ever get comments (and I swear that I am extremely thankful for each one despite how what I’m about to say sounds), but I just feel like the nature of them is what gets to me sometimes.

I put a lot of time and effort into my stories (despite how quickly I’ve been updating), and I work really hard to write things that are well thought out, interesting, and while I don’t write smut (as of now), mature. I’ll look in other stories comment sections to see what other ppl have said about works that I’ve enjoyed, and I’ll see questions and commentary about specific things that happened in the chapter, and my works just���don’t tend to get a lot of that.

It could very well just be that my neurodivergent brain is upset about not getting that instant gratification, I get that. But I just wanna like- talk to people about my stories. I wanna have discussions about things in Kuro or things that I’ve written. I wanna hear when something I’ve created has garnered any sort of reaction. And because I don’t get a lot of that, my cursed neurodivergent and insecure brain translates it as meaning that I didn’t truly make anything that warranted a reaction.

I’m just incredibly prone to growing obsessive over things like this. I didn’t really ease into writing fanfiction over time, I sort of just hit the ground running and took off. For reference, I quite literally wrote all of my stories (a collective 146,000 words (I added it up cus I was curious)) in JUST this past year.

I’m kinda not sure what I should do. If I need to “work harder” and “do better”, or if I just need to wait for this influx of self doubt to pass. Or even take a small break from writing, which I don’t necessarily want to do since it’s still something that I greatly enjoy. But if that’s advice worth giving in regards to my predicament, then I suppose it warrants being considered.

(inhale) BUT ANYWAYS, that’s the end of my little vent session. As I said in the beginning, feel free to disregard, or don’t. I could probably use some advice tbh, but don’t want to beg for it. I haven’t had much of an active presence in fandom spaces (or really just active internet presence) for most of my life, so dealing with this sort of thing is still very new to me and I’m not really sure how to navigate it😭.

[arom-antix]

Hello. Granted every anon here has said this but I’m going to assume I’m a coward? Or that I’m maybe a little concerned about people knowing my identity. I’ve been in the fandom for a long time, I’ve known a lot of the people here and this could stir more trouble than this person deserves. 

Addressing the elephant in the room and acknowledging my part in the matter, I do feel complicit a little. It’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened: someone being bullied, and nothing being done - then the people who are the real victims are fed up with the fandom and leave. This is such a shame because in some cases were people who indeed contributed with great content. I’ve also seen cases of friends and people I still follow on social media that now state “I don’t have any fond memories of Yuri!!! on Ice, thanks to the fandom and the people in it.” Again in most of those cases were people making incredible art, writing and creating headcanon metas, etc. Surely it’s more the number of people who just gradually moved on, but this percentage of people who were pushed back, too, is real.

After saying this and first saying it from a personal perspective and taking responsibility, here’s the deal:

We're all complicit in feeding this person's behavior. 

I get it. In a way, there is no shame in accepting we all can relate a little to the need to protect the underdog. To support people who most need it. And if you are an artist or creator here or in your personal/real life, you know how important it is to have support and have an audience showing up. But by now it was, for me at least and perhaps for some of the other anons and users who had spoken up, a methodical pattern for this person to execute. And I think I started to be aware of this person in 2022, if I can remember correctly, it was maybe by October of that year when I started reading their novelization of the anime, so I have a broad analysis by this point.

Even though now I’m like an ancient dormant statue, by then I was very active here on Tumblr and also twitter still. At that time, on twitter the community was so active and this person seemed to have a conflict with how other people enjoyed it and so understandably wanted more content that MAPPA themselves (and the other production companies involved) had promised. There was the account of YOINation that advocated for MAPPA to give visibility to the fans about the status of the movie -which I think it’s commendable- but this person always complained about how people hated the studio or pushed them. It went on until this person (I’m going to call her TGWRLAS) blocked the fan account to because of this, with no virtual explanation, and I know the people behind the account and they told me about TGWRLAS strange behavior. 

And as time passed last year when Ice Ado was cancelled this discourse got worse. Yes, yes I get it…Yuri!!! On Ice was more than just a movie. But people can have their feelings about it when they have been waiting so long for stuff, right? People can cling to other media created by fans and say things like “Is this going to be like the movie” or “This is incredible! FUCK MAPPA for taking the movie away from us!” — however for TGWRLAS this was a major offense. Once they published a snippet of a young Viktor story they were working on (which is a whole different topic, because being in the shadows I see a lot of things and one is that a regular whining is that “there would be a lot of stories like this by the time she finished working on it” but to be honest there was only one and it was by the person who sent you the first ask and that was falsely accused last week. How curious, right?) and someone commented something along the lines of that “FUCK YOU MAPPA for taking it away from us” and what did TGWRLAS did? Oh yes, whined about how she didn’t feel safe of posting snippets because these haters will link it to the movie. My way of seeing it: You have effectively reduced your audience. That’s why people don’t want to interact with you.

The next topic I wanted to discuss: Disengenous. 

I did mention that I cross-platform in the fandom. And by doing that I see people in both of them, and for the most part when you have a character limit the way you write things may vary. But with TGWRLAS it’s another level…her tone is a little different depending the platform. The condescending, pretentious tone can be considered consistent, but in here is like there is a layer of honeycombed sweetness that feels fake. Here TGWRLAS always refers to twitter/X like a “Hellsite” and toxic. And also read a lot of times how she blamed the twitter algorithm for her lack of better engagement, which may be true, but also if you are the toxic hater of your own target audience then perhaps it’s not all to blame the algorithm. And it’s so curious, but on twitter, TGWRLAS had more of this toxicity combined with the victim complex in her words (yes, the one she complained about? That one) while in here it was more towards catering sympathy for the victim. 

And don’t know about what you all think, but that’s disingenuous. And people notice. 

I noticed, and I noticed the pattern. So I stopped reading her sometime last year, but the case was so curious to me so I kept looking at it because whenever TGWRLAS whined about their engagement, of their writing not being fun enough, of not having the skills as other writers to keep people reading their stories…there was a line of people reassuring, throwing flowers, picking her up after TGWRLAS purposefully threw herself on the ground. Most of the time it was the same people, but again…so curiously funny and DISINGENUOUS. For me it is as if she just wants to have little fans around, and people just keep biting at this patterns.  A thing that I've also noticed is how TGWRLAS ask for support of her work, but...I really haven't seen her supporting other YoI fanfiction writers. Has anyone got any comment from her on your works? Any other thing that she asks from you all? Asking because I honestly don't know, but I bet I'll be met with silence. Perhaps it's not necessary, idk. Maybe it's not a rule that authors must interact with each other. However it does seem kinda weird. At the very least try to give support. Going through her social media she never mentions other works besides one from banana fish. Combined with other things cited by other anons, I dunno...feels kind of selfish. For real seems like she only wants her fan work to be the most important, without 'weird takes' and other preachy bullshit, and have massive support but it's not willing to do the same. You want to know what I've indeed seen? TGWRLAS comments towards other more 'popular authors' and their of having 'more engagement'. Again: DISINGENUOUS.

However, there’s more. Some undisclosed sources that ask me to remain like this, mentioned that it may not be the first time TGWRLAS gets in a similar situation this in the fandom. Again, I’m an ancient dormant statue, and something I have zero knowledge is Discord, but this person mentioned they had seen them in a Discord thing. There was an issue with people there, the admins of the community didn’t liked her tone and were very open about it and TGWRLAS did what she always does and play the victim. The constant is that this is not the first time. There is no recollection of this because as my source stated, this happened and according to my source TGWRLAS went to the extreme of doing new social media pages and of course people there noticed. My best guess is that the situation was similar and people called her about her behavior, but whatever. I wasn’t there, but I can share what was shared with me.

For the people feeling bad about the alleged “dogpiling” I ask you: Do you think that this number of anons would come forward if TGWRLAS was as innocent to not deserve being called out? Do you think it’s fair to let people remain scared of speaking up in a space where only freedom of sharing should be garnered? Do you think it’s okay for people to be afraid of knowing TGWRLAS will whine about stuff, gaslit them and make them feel like is their fault? Do you think this is something we as part of the fandom would want?

I link this questions to what happened on bluesky last week (because I get her posts on the “as similar to the people I follow” tab) I can say this: we’re all complicit of this behavior. It was bullying, plain and simple. And no one said a thing. People were even celebrating and giving their likes at TGWRLAS towards this made up aggression that in reality had only been that someone openly disagreed with her beloved, precious and self-inserted headcanon. These people that I had been following for a lot of time, in some cases, joined hands towards this acephobe which they had no prove of actually did commit these crimes and ''marginalized'' the ace community. This has happened time to time here on Tumblr too, I've seen some great YoI fans, content creators, artist, fan fiction authors just stopped being in these spaces because of hate towards them or situations like this.

And let me be clear: I don’t want for TGWRLAS to stop being part of the fandom. But please, don’t make other people want to quit either with fucking shitty behavior. I gather it was not the first time, and I’m glad people spoke up because then it would have not been the last time. 

And I thank you @arom-antix for platforming this, because if the fandom is small as it is, it must be imperative not condoning, perpetuating and feeding destructive ways.

Thank you very much for this ask. You're no coward. Not wanting to put yourself in harm's way over fandom drama isn't cowardice, and I don't mind being the channel through which you and others speak at all. If anyone is wondering why we're all so upset about TGWRLAS/Samurai's behaviour, read this ask. It outlines a lot of the key points of how insidious the behaviour of Samurai's type is. People don't like accusing others, we like giving the benefit of the doubt, and unfortunately there are people who will take advantage of that. They'll even fool themselves into thinking they're some kind of saviour of the community.

And while yes, everyone (me included) who has encouraged this person now or in the past has partially contributed to the problem, most people aren't aware of when people like Samurai do bad things. That's how they play. They lead people to believe they're not problematic, just a misunderstood underdog to the point where we start doubting our own judgement even when we see an issue. We're also social creatures, and we can be equally afraid of ending up as the target of someone like Samurai. So we fall into line and go about our lives to avoid drama and distress. It's human nature.

So anon, I wouldn't beat yourself up about it too much. You've already separated yourself from this person and aren't encouraging their behaviour. All you can do is move forward. You clearly recognise how problematic Samurai's behaviour is and don't condone it.

And for anyone who has only just started to realise who Samurai really is or have looked past their behaviour before or even encouraged it: no one is ever a lost cause. It's never too late to change your views or choose to do better. Everyone can change. Your choice to not support this behaviour anymore isn't disingenuous just because it's a new choice. Admit to yourself that there's a problem and take steps to rectify it and remove yourself from the bad influence. It's never too late, and I personally wholeheartedly support anyone who wants to do better.

And if you're afraid, I get it. I've been in a similar situation. It's scary to put your foot down and stop letting your friends get away with bad behaviour. It's hard to say no to being a part of it. And don't fall victim to the sunk cost fallacy. You haven't spent too long in this to back out now. Think of it the opposite way. Every second you spend not making the choice to do better is shortening the amount of time you get to be better. Every second of doing your best counts and the past is the past. It's what you do now that matters later, and whatever you've done or been part of before, you can always do better. And despite this being directed at those who are or have been close to Samurai, it also applies to Samurai. As I've said before, I don't want Samurai to suffer. I want them to do better to the benefit of everyone.

Thank you for the ask, anon.

[katvaramell]

Okay so I’m just live blogging my jjk experience now. You can see the first part of my jumbled thoughts here

Im at Episode 34 now and jeez this is a ride!

Geto is possessed by some brain thing??? Is it a cursed spirit? Because it said its technique is to possess bodies, but I thought techniques were something only sorcerers used? (Although I do have to admit I don’t really understand the magic system anymore. Any recommendations for good explanation videos?) I’m also incredibly curious when it went into his head, because he didn’t have the scar at the kfc break up as far as I remember, so it had to have happened afterwards. That means that him starting his killing all humans mission was before the brain possession. So 1) how did get get into the situation for the brain thing to get into him and 2) what does it mean for him that he made those choices on his own? Does the brain thing have the same goal??

Also gojo killed geto? But also not? I would love to get more information about what’s happening in between episodes and also in the past (just complaining about pacing again)

I also love that they sealed gojo but he does not care, just chilling in his little box

@dam-mess told me to watch the prequel movie so I’m gonna do that next, maybe I’ll get some answers and context there 🫡

But so far i love it and cannot believe how much they’re pitting geto and gojo against each other (also if these two aren’t canon in the end im gonna riot. Gojo saying „my senses and six eyes say it’s you but my heart and soul know that you’re not geto“ ?????? Kill me now the gays are too painful)

Also forget itadori being the main character this season lol

But I can’t wait to see how the shibuya incident continues!!

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 12: Handle With Care

"Watch your head, little man.” Wainfleet said cheerfully as he ducked under the low entry into the MRI room with Spider clinging to his back like a little spider monkey. The boy laughed in a way that made Quaritch and Ja pause and stare at how happy he looked. None of them had seen Spider crack more than a sarcastic smirk, let alone a genuinely happy smile. 

Quaritch couldn’t help by let the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile as he observed, “Not sure who’s happier, Lyle.” 

“I am!” Spider said, pulling himself further up on Wainfleet’s broad shoulder so he could point himself in the chest, “I’m so tall right now!” 

“He wanted to know what it was like.” Wainfleet said with a shrug as he playfully wrangled the kid off his back to stand on his own two feet. The scrappy teen was clearly enjoying the bit of playful roughhousing. 

Quaritch looked down at the very innocent alter that was MJ as he was distracted by looking around the room. The boy had curious eyes on everything he saw where Spider would have just rolled his eyes at the thought of another brain scan and complained it was taking too long. He was no stranger to labs and machines and brain scans growing up around avatar drivers. The boy may not understand how it all works but at least it wasn’t as scary as the colonel expected it to be for him. 

“Am I getting an avatar?” Spider asked, excitement growing in his voice as he looked up at Quaritch. 

“No...” Quaritch said then continued quickly when the boy visibly deflated, “I’m sorry, MJ, it’s not that easy.” 

The colonel reflected on the fact that he was in this giant, blue hybrid of a body because his old one kicked the bucket; he had no choice in the matter. But the boy looked and sounded like that would a gift from God if he were to have one. 

“Is it because I’m too little?” Spider asked in a quiet voice. It was incredibly strange hearing that come from a sixteen-year-old with a physique that put most soldiers in the RDA to shame. Ja and Wainfleet exchanged a look but hearing and seeing Spider’s current behavior was useful to the medic. 

Quaritch got down on one knee to talk to Spider on his level and patted his hair while saying, “You’re somethin’ alright. MJ, this is another friend of mine.” 

Spider’s big, brown doe eyes moved to Ja, and he just stared at the new recom in that eerie way young children seem to stare into one’s soul. He tensed slightly, starting to fidget with the hem of his shirt again. Quaritch glanced down at his hands to watch the nervous behavior then snapped his eyes up to Ja. 

“Uhh...” Ja started before he also crouched down and smiled, “Hi, MJ, my name’s Johnny.” 

“Hi...” Spider barely managed to mumble out, eyes dropping to his feet as he suddenly grew shy in the presence of another adult. 

“I asked Johnny if he could take some pictures of you. Up here.” Quaritch explained, gently tapping Spider’s forehead. 

“Am I sick?” Spider asked, tilting his head slightly as his eyes darted back up then shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He quickly glanced at Ja then back to the kind man he’d spent the day napping with on the couch. 

Quaritch paused, his ears going back. The motion did NOT go unnoticed by Spider, who responded by biting his lower lip and looked around while tightening his grip on the fabric tangled in his fingers. 

“No.” said the colonel with an affirmative but kind tone, “I don’t think you’re sick, MJ. But I wanna make sure. Is that ok?” 

Wainfleet’s brows rose as he stared at his oldest friend of two lifetimes. He’d NEVER seen Quaritch act so gentle with someone before. Even though he could remember the colonel having a soft spot for Paz, she could take care of herself and some of the arguments he’d overheard between the couple had him worried about the man’s safety. He didn’t remember much about when Spider was born...maybe the colonel went once or twice to see his son? But that was also during the time Jake Sully was infiltrating the Omatikaya so Quaritch was preoccupied those days...what a waste. 

“Come on, you’re a tough kid, right?” Quaritch asked, a challenging smirk on his face. 

“Mr. Sully says I am!” Spider blurted out joyfully. 

Dead silence. 

Wainfleet cursed silently as Ja just closed his eyes as he waited for the blowback. Spider shrunk in on himself at the sight of Quaritch’s ears plastering to his skull and his tail flicking with a slight wrinkle of his nose, indicating a desire to snarl angrily. The boy moved his hands up to his chest, clutching the fabric there like he couldn’t breathe, and backed away a few steps. 

“I-I-I'm so-sorry...” Spider stuttered out as he tried to blink away tears that were coming to his eyes, “Mr. McCosker doesn’t r-really like Mr. S-Sully either...I didn’t mean to make you mad, I’m sorry!” 

Quaritch snapped back to reality when he realized he had a scared little boy in front of him and not the traitorous cripple in a genetically grown body. He growled to himself, quickly realizing that did NOT help his situation, and reached his hand towards Spider to give him a comforting pat on the head again. 

The boy did not wait to be touched and dodged the colonel’s hand before bolting past Ja to hide behind the MRI machine. Normally, he would climb something high up so the human adults couldn’t reach him, but the recoms wouldn’t have that issue so he squeezed himself where they couldn’t fit instead. 

“MJ!” Quaritch said firmly as he sighed frustratedly. He could feel that headache from before he slept coming back as he stood and headed towards the machine. His voice betrayed his intention when he said in a gruff tone, “I’m not mad you, MJ, come on out.” 

Spider managed to really wedge himself behind the machine, completely unaware how solid his build was. It was like his young mind didn’t - or couldn’t - recognize the size of his body. When the colonel managed to get an angle where he could see the kid, he was facing the wall with his eyes closed and hands over his ears to block everything out. It made something cold trickle through Quaritch’s body at the sight of the boy like this. 

“Boy, come on out now.” Quaritch repeated. He sighed and extended a long arm to easily grab onto the kid’s arm. 

“KEHE!” Spider shrieked at the top of his lungs, “Ngaytxoa! Rutxe!!!” 

Quaritch immediately pulled his hand back. Partly because the boy was absolutely terrified but also because he had no idea what he was saying. He had no fucking clue what to do. 

“MJ, please come back out here...” Quaritch said, forcing himself to be calm, “I’m sorry I scared you. You’re right. I don’t really...like...Sully.” 

The understatement did nothing to calm Spider down. Quaritch was grateful when a hand landed on his shoulder and Wainfleet nodded with an ‘I got this, boss’ kind of look. The colonel gladly backed off as the corporal took his place close to the hiding child. 

“Hey, MJ, who’s your favorite Spider-Man again?” Wainfleet asked in a curious voice. 

Quaritch wasn’t sure what this was supposed to do until he heard a small sniffle and the name: 

“...Miles.” 

“That’s right! Miles Morales! Why do you like Miles so much?” 

“Cuz...he’s a superhero...” 

“Well, yea. Of course he’s a superhero. What makes him a superhero?” Wainfleet cooed with a chuckle. 

“He’s got powers and...and he helps people...he’s...he’s brave.” Spider said more coherently instead of just sniffling and mumbling. 

“So is Peter Parker, right?” Wainfleet said, giving Quaritch a knowing nod. 

“Yea...” Spider said then turned his head to face Wainfleet, “But he’s not my favorite. Miles is.” 

“K...so why Miles and not Peter?” Wainfleet asked. As Quaritch watched his second pull Spider mentally out of his state of fear, he was in awe. The colonel only slightly turned his head in Ja’s direction when he tapped the back of his hand against his upper arm, unable to look away from Wainfleet’s magic with the kid. 

“Young kids, or in this case a young mind, can get easily emotionally overwhelmed but giving them a task can help them focus and calm down. Asking questions like that is making MJ divert his attention off his panic.” Ja explained quietly. 

“Miles has the same name as me.” Spider said as he poked his head out from behind the machine. 

Wainfleet put on an exaggerated look of confusion and asked, “Well, what does that mean?” 

“It means that...I can be a hero too.” Spider answered quietly as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Yea! That’s right, buddy! And all the stuff that goes with it! Like being brave!” Wainfleet said like some grand revelation had been unearthed. The recoms were relieved to see a smile come back to Spider’s face and start to emerge from his hiding place. “Johnny’s going to take some pictures of the big, awesome brain of yours while I run to the mess and get you one of my favorite meals when I was your age. Deal?” 

"Ok, Uncle Lyle.” Spider said as he fidgeted with his hands before scratching at his right temple. The headaches, the head jerks, now the scratching...all to the right. Quaritch’s eyes ran over the boy’s facial features for any other sign of discomfort then cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention. 

“Alright, MJ, let’s get it done then some food in that belly.” Quaritch politely ordered. 

“I’ll meet you in your secret base, Spider-Man.” Wainfleet said with as he held up his giant fist towards him. Instead of recoiling, Spider smiled brightly and bumped his own fist against the corporal’s before he stood and departed. 

Getting Spider into the MRI machine was easy, at least until Quaritch tried to leave with Ja so he could start it. 

“You’re leaving?” Spider asked, sitting right back up after Ja spent the last ten minutes trying to get him to lay down still while explaining what the machine was going to do. 

“I need to start the machine from out here, buddy.” Ja answered, genuinely sympathetic towards his young mental state. 

Spider looked at Quaritch and bit his lower lip again. The boy looked afraid to ask as he stared at his feet, rolling them back and forth and tapping his toes together. 

“It won’t be long, MJ, just kinda loud.” Quaritch reassured him and received a weak nod in response from the boy. The colonel waited for the boy to speak since clearly there was something else, keeping his mind calm and patient so not to scare him again. It didn’t take much for the kid to run. Hell, he wasn’t even sure WHAT he did exactly to cause it aside from putting on a mean face... 

“Um...” Spider said, tapping his feet together one last time then looked up as he held out his hand to Quaritch, “...will you stay?” 

The kid might as well have stabbed a dagger right through his heart. And here Quaritch thought he’d be asking Wainfleet to be his new roommate after the unintentional scare. He knew this young child was a grown teenager. A young man, really. But the way he held out his hand, looking so small compared to his own blue replacement, and looked at him like Quaritch was the only person in the universe... 

“Yea, tiger.” Quaritch said softly, his ears rolling down and back in a way that Spider didn’t seem to mind, “Always.” 

[virgo-mess]

Silver Thread- Chapter 5

TW: Fluff, Sexual references, mentions of abuse and domestic violence, make out sessions, love bites

Terry’s Pov

By the time their food arrived Veda had let Terry kiss her a surprising number of times. Terry was over the moon that she had initiated most of them. Kissing seemed to be what she was most comfortable with; Terry couldn’t bring himself to complain. Finding that his imperative desire to be with her even in the simplest form outweighed his sexual readiness to make her his. Her willingness to show him affection assured him that she wanted to be his as much as he wanted to be hers. That she was definitely more open to letting him take her completely and that was more than enough for him right now. Terry smiled when she finally pulled away from him after a particularly long kiss. Her cheeks were tinted the cutest shade of pink as she gazed up at him with beautiful innocent brown eyes.

“Are you Okay, I know I can get a little carried away sometimes.” he cooed, tracing soft patterns on her back. Veda nodded with a reassuring smile on her face.

            “I’m fine, that’s just the most kissing I’ve ever done” she admitted sheepishly. Terry felt a little smug at the confession, loving that he claimed one of her firsts so quickly.

            “You’ve never made out with someone before” Terry said feeling incredibly giddy. Veda blushed shaking her head her eyes still adorably shy.

            “Not like I just did with you.” She said coyly. Terry couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he let one of his hands stroke her cheek softly. Loving how she quickly leaned into his touch.

            “Really, you’re pretty good at it for someone who’s never done it before. Have you never had a boyfriend?” he asked genuinely curious. Veda stiffened in his lap breaking eye contact as she became visibly uncomfortable. Terry switched into comfort mode quite quickly letting his arms pull her into an embrace.

            “Are you okay, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he cooed softly, resuming the reassuring patterns he liked tracing on her back. Veda relaxed a bit.

            “It’s okay Terry, it’s not you. I’ve had a boyfriend he just…” Veda trailed timidly, still looking away from him. Terry quickly got the sense that this boyfriend was the root of every insecurity she’s ever had. Terry felt a silent rage brewing in him at the thought.

            “What did he do?” Terry said, trying to hide his growing anger as leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Veda finally met his gaze bringing her hand up to his cheek, drawing reassuring circles on it. Terry leaned into her hand, his heart fluttering at the fact she picked up on what he was feeling again.

 “I don’t really like to talk about it.” Veda smiled at him softly, Terry let his eyes soften.

“You can tell me anything Veda. If you need anything or have a problem, I’m here for you no questions asked and no judgement on my part” Terry said reassuringly. Veda gave him another sweet smile.

“He just didn’t treat me well. I mean he cheated, he lied, he was verbally abusive…”  Veda said softly. Terry gritted his teeth tightening his grip around her waist slightly taking deep breaths.

“Did he ever hit you?” Terry managed to get out, trying not to sound angry so he didn’t scare her. Veda only nodded slowly in response. “When did this happen?”

“It was months ago, don’t worry about it my brother’s mentor put him back in his place already” she said with a reassuring smile. Terry forced a smile on his face as he looked at her, still feeling a great deal of rage. Veda reached up to cup his as she returned his gaze.

“He hasn’t bothered me since then but if he does. I promise you’ll be the first to know Terry” she whispered placing a soft peck on his lips. The action had Terry’s anger melting away instantly.

 Terry felt his heart warm, to Terry a promise was the equivalent to binding oneself to another person for a period of time. A vow, and a vow coming from her meant so much to him. Terry smiled at her feeling that swell of adoration overtake him again.

“Thank you, that means so much coming from you. Let’s not let our food get cold” he said kissing her shoulder, he could feel the gratitude she was radiating at him for changing the subject. A blush sweeping across her cheeks.

“I’ll move so it’s easier for you to eat” she said, ready to take a seat next to him. Terry smiled loving how thoughtful she is, tightening his left arm around her waist.

“You don’t have to move baby girl” he said moving them both closer to the table, Veda giggled.

“I mean because we’re both right-handed, silly. I don’t want to elbow you in the chin. You got a taste of my right hook last week” she said with an amused smile on her face. Terry chuckled.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to let me feed you then. I need to teach you how to punch someone properly because that definitely was not a right hook, doll” he said smirking as he spooned some of her Cavatelli con Ragu onto a fork. The blush on her cheeks darkened as she looked at him with shy eyes, Terry brought the fork up to her mouth. His heart fluttered when she shyly submitted to him accepting the food, a content smile spreading across her face.

“You like it” Terry said a smile making its way on his face. Veda nodded frantically; cheeks still rosy as she gazed at him. Watching as she shyly grabbed the other fork with her left hand.

“You’re turn” she cooed scooping up some of his Risotto di Funghi, Terry eagerly met her halfway not wanting her to have to turn too far. Veda let out a soft giggle still blushing as Terry let out a pleased rumble.

“You’re so sweet, angel” Terry said softly, peppering her shoulder with kisses. He felt Veda lean down placing a kiss on his temple.

Veda’s Pov

            They spent the rest of breakfast cuddled up and feeding each other like they were in a cringey romance movie. Veda couldn’t bring herself to care as she sat comfortably on Terry’s lap exchanging stories between bites of food and sips of wine. Which Terry insisted on purchasing even though Veda wasn’t 21, her 19th birthday was quickly approaching. Mrs. LaRusso never care too much about drinking anyway, wine being one of the integral elements of Italian culture and all. Veda wondered what her mom would think about her dating a much older man, Terry strangely didn’t look like he was in his 30s if Veda didn’t know his real age, she probably would’ve assumed he wasn’t older than 25.

“Here’s your bill” the waiter said, Terry handed him his credit card without even looking at it.

“What are you doing for your birthday?” Terry asked, still looking at her like she was the best thing to ever grace the planet. Veda blushed with a small smile on her face, she hadn’t mentioned her birthday to him at all when he ordered the bottle. She wondered how many times he read her employment file to have such a detail memorized.

“Probably working” she said teasingly taking another sip of wine. Terry chuckled at her rolling his eyes with an amused smile on his face.

“Don’t you read the newsletters I drop on your desk every week? Dynatox is closed that Friday” Terry replied in the same teasing tone. Veda cocked her eyebrow at him.

“You didn’t close the whole office just for my birthday, did you?” Veda asked catching the slightest trace of a blush grace his cheeks.

“Yes, I very much did” Terry said nonchalantly “So, what are your plans?” he repeated. Veda looked at him in disbelief.

“I’ve got nothing planned on the actual day, but I’m going to dinner with my mom and brother that Sunday” she said with a shy smile.

“Well, that won’t do, beautiful women should always have plans on their birthday. How about I throw you a party?” Terry said pulling her closer to his chest. Veda blushed.

“That’s very sweet of you but I don’t really like parties. I’ll go if you really want to throw one” Veda admitted, now it was Terry’s turn to cock an eyebrow at her.

“Wait, really?” Terry asked, Veda couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face.

“Yes really, I don’t know why everyone is so surprised to hear that. I crunch numbers, read books, and go to boring lectures for fun. I’m a nerd, Terry.” She said still laughing “My parents loved it though; I was way more into books then I ever was guys.”  Terry couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“Oh my God, you are a nerd.” Terry said teasingly. “I adore that about you though, we have real intellectual conversations and debates. I like that I can take you to a museum or immerse you in the culture of another country and you would actually enjoy it as much as I do” he said more seriously, Veda felt another blush spread across her face at the compliment. Her heart filled with an overwhelming amount of reverence as she looked at him this time. Veda found herself pulling him into a hug, peppering his cheeks and shoulder with kisses. Terry wrapped his arms around her nuzzling his face in her neck again, Veda had grown to really like him doing that.

“Can we go to the museum for my birthday?” Veda asked shyly, Terry removed his face from her neck to look at her with soft eyes.

“Which one?” Terry asked, Veda leaned back so he could cup her face. Their waiter came back some time ago standing by the table awkwardly for the third time in the last hour and a half.

“As many as we can, we have two days to fill. I don’t really care as long as you go with me” the last part coming out above a whisper. Terry gave her a dazzling smile before placing a soft kiss on her lips which Veda passionately returned without hesitation. Terry pulled back to reply.

“I’d love to go with you Veda. I’ll happily go anywhere you ask me to.” Terry breathed out; Veda smiled at him again. Their waiter cleared his throat, catching their attention.

“I’m really so sorry. You guys are ridiculously adorable, I just need a signature from you, sir. How long have you guys been married?” He asked handing Terry the bill again. Veda let go of Terry quickly, trying so hard not to burst in to a fit of laughter as Terry signed the bill. A real blush graced his face.

“How old do we look?” Veda asked, genuinely curious since no one seemed to bat an eye at them being a couple.

“Him mid-twenties, you early twenties.” He said honestly, Veda smiled and nodded. Finding it funny he didn’t think twice about answering her weird question.

“We’re going on three years married, together for five total.” she said with a mischievous smile on her face, watching Terry’s cheeks flare an amusing shade of red out of the corner of her eye. A look of disbelief on his face as he looked at her with eyes as big as saucers.

“That’s really great, you guys look so happy together, I know your kids will just be breathtaking. Thank you, sir, that’s very generous of you. I hope both have a wonderful day.”  The waiter said giving Terry a grateful handshake. Terry just nodded with a polite smile. Veda waited until he was out of sight and earshot before she burst into a fit of giggles.

“Veda, do you know how old you were five years ago” Terry said exasperated, still red faced as he looked at her in shock. This only made her laugh harder, her eyes a watery mess.

“I can’t believe you said that. This is only our first date” Terry said pulling her into his chest as he shook his head. Veda bit down on her lip to try to keep some laughter in.

“You said you were all mine, that you’d go anywhere I asked you to, and that you’d never let anyone hurt me all on our first date Terry Silver.” Veda replied teasingly. Terry looked down at her with a shy smile.

“I meant every word too” he said sincerely, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Veda felt that twinge in her chest again leaning up to kiss him for a moment.

“I know it’s only our first date but I kind of feel like we’ve been together forever. Is that weird?” Veda whispered; Terry’s eyes softened before pulling her into another kiss.

“Not at all.” Terry said placing a kiss on her forehead “I feel the same way.”

            Veda blushed feeling self-conscious, when they finally pulled up to the office a full forty minutes late. Having spent a lot of time sitting in the booth just talking and sharing a great number of kisses. Veda loved seeing how happy Terry was when she opted to sit pressed up against him for the short ride to the office. It seems sitting on his lap for two hours impeded whatever qualms Veda had about letting Terry pamper her. Allowing herself to be touchy-feely with him was a big step for her and she was grateful Terry wasn’t pushing her for more.

            “Do you want to walk in together?” Terry asked, Veda blushed finding it strange they could sense how the other was feeling so easily now. Was being lovey-dovey in a romantic restaurant all they needed to end up on the same wavelength?

            “What do you mean?” Veda asked with furrowed brows, Terry drew some reassuring circles on her shoulder.

            “I mean do you want to walk into the office at the same time or different times. The only person in there that knows anything about where we’ve been is Margaret.” He said with a soft smile. Vada nodded.

            “Oh, Zoe and Rob are the only ones that are going to be hounding me. They’ll do that regardless of whether we walk in together or not. So, I think it’s safe we can walk in together, maybe just get the kissing out of the way in the elevator” Veda said in a teasing tone, Terry chuckled.

            “Get it all out of my system, huh. Oh, babydoll you might regret that” he said winking at her, Veda rolled her eyes just as Larry came around to open the door.

            “Thanks Larry, you’re the best driver I’ve ever had” Veda said, Larry let out a chuckle.

            “Aren’t I the only driver you’ve had little one? How much wine did you give her Mr. Silver” he joked; Veda let out a giggle in return.

            “Technically, my mom was my driver before you. At least when her car was working” she joked waving a goodbye before following Terry into the building. The pair stood waiting for the elevator in a comfortable silence, which Terry broke when the doors flung open.

            “Come here baby girl” Terry bit his lip, beckoning Veda with a finger as he backed into the elevator. Veda a blushed feeling that warm bubbling feeling in her stomach, wondering how he was able to do it without even touching her. Veda looked up at him with shy eyes walking up to him, Terry looked down at her with dark lustful eyes.

            “You told me to get it out of my system and we have 14 floors to go. Are you ready?” he said huskily leaning down to place soft kisses on her neck. Veda felt her breathing change as a familiar wave of arousal washed over her.

            “Yes” she whispered, Terry didn’t waste any time lifting her up and pressing her firmly against one of the walls. Veda whimpered as Terry captured her in a fiery kiss, letting out a moan against her mouth. His large hands gripping her waist possessively, Veda found herself digging her nails into the back of his neck. Terry let out a groan letting his teeth nibble on her lower lip. Veda didn’t hesitate to open her mouth for him this time letting out a moan of her own as he eagerly entered her mouth. Kissing each other in a heated amorous frenzy for what feels like forever before they finally part for air. Terry placing opened mouth kisses down her neck and shoulder, a content sigh escaping her lips. Veda loosens the death grip she had on his neck settling to play with his ponytail. Terry lets out a pleased sound against her neck.

            “13th floor” Veda says breathlessly, Terry pulls back with a big grin on his face. Letting her feet fall back to the ground gently, bringing his thumbs up to stroke her cheeks.

            “Thank you for letting me do that baby girl.” Terry says leaning down to place one last kiss on her forehead. Veda smiles shyly at him still flushed when the elevator doors open. They both take a moment to collect themselves, Terry quickly fixing her dress straps and replacing a few of her stray face framing hairs. Veda smiles at the tender act of affection, gazing up at him as she moved to return the favor. She straightens his tie and smooths out his lapels, never breaking eye contact. Terry gives her one of his dazzling smiles in return.

            “Thank you, my sweet girl” he says in a hushed tone letting one of his fingers slide down her cheek affectionately. Veda beams at his use of a possessive pronoun in front of one of his growing lists of pet names for her. Finding she wants to give him a few pet names of her own.

            “You’re welcome, Romeo.” Veda said in the same hushed tone, her eyes searching Terry’s face for a reaction. Terry’s eyes light up looking a bit bashful as he places a hand over his heart.

“You like it” Veda says a triumphant tone in her voice, Terry nods at her looking positively giddy “Good” Veda says finding the courage to wink at him. Terry looks like he’s resisting every urge to pull her back in for another make out session. Veda represses a giggle as she quickly makes her way into the office, relieved to see no one seems particularly interested in why her and Terry were holed up in the elevator for so long. Veda catches sight of Zoe and Rob looking rather smitten with each other by her desk. Veda glances up at Terry shyly noticing that he's walking as close to her as possible without actually touching her.

“Veda, where the heck have you been?” Zoe asks quite loudly; Veda stiffens now feeling many of her coworkers staring at her and Terry as they walk closer to their section of the office. Veda doesn’t say anything when she finally makes it to her desk hastily setting her stuff down. Terry and her share lingering glances and coy smiles before he finally retreats back into his office pointedly leaving the door open.

“Hey Rob, how’s the first day back treating you?” Veda asks cooly, immediately getting to work on the files sitting on her desk.

“Hold on, are we not going to talk about what just happened here?” Zoe said arching an eyebrow at Veda calculating. Veda met her gaze for a moment maintaining a nonchalant expression on her face.

“What do you mean Zoe?” Veda asked, Rob looked between the two rather amused. Zoe scoffed slightly.

“The way you and Mr. Silver just shared lingering smiles and glances., after walking in here together forty minutes late for work” Zoe said crossing her arms over her chest. Veda shrugged playing up her clueless demeanor.

“I don’t understand, we just looked at each other according to you we do that a lot.” Veda said simply, Zoe’s eyes narrowed at her slightly as she approached her desk to look at her fully with calculating eyes.

“Are you wearing Oscar De La Renta right now?” Zoe said, Veda stiffened slightly surprised Zoe knew anything about designers. Veda shrugged again.

“It’s not new” Veda said, technically it wasn’t Terry bought it for her months ago. Zoe scoffed again.

“So, you just have 4,000-dollar Oscar De La Renta dresses and matching handbags sitting in your closet now. I’m assuming the 3,000-dollar 1 carat earrings and matching necklace were there too” Zoe said sarcastically. Veda found herself rather impressed Zoe knew exact prices.

“I didn’t know you were into fashion like that” Veda said truthfully giving her a smile hoping maybe she’d drop the subject. Zoe glanced into Terry’s office for a moment seeing him looking at them with an amused expression on his face. Veda followed her line-of-sight blushing when her and Terry locked eyes for a second.

“Veda! You guys are doing it again” Zoe said in disbelief, Veda jumped slightly at her volume. Rolling her eyes before leering at her.

“Do you have to be so loud” Veda said in a hushed tone through gritted teeth. Zoe let her eyes travel to her neck, a sudden look of realization crossing her face. Veda narrowed her eyes at her suspiciously. “What…” Veda trailed, not liking the smirk that crossed Zoe’s face.

“Oh my God, did he buy that for you” Zoe asked, clearly already knowing the answer. Veda shifted in her seat.

“No” she quipped dryly; Zoe shook her head. Veda saw Margaret enter Terry’s office out of the corner of her eye.

“Veda are you guys finally dating” Zoe exclaimed excitedly. Veda rolled her eyes again changing the subject.

“Rob you never answered my question” Veda said looking to find him still sitting on Zoe’s desk the same amused look on his face.

“It’s going quite well” he replied still amused. Zoe smirked again thinking she finally caught her in something.

“You didn’t look surprised to see Rob almost like you knew that he’d be here” Zoe said cooly, Veda let out a sigh remembering that she never told Zoe anything that happened yesterday.

“That’s what he called me into talk about yesterday” Veda shrugged returning to her paperwork. Zoe still looked down at her smirking when Margaret finally emerged from his office looking rather cheery.

“Veda, darling, how did breakfast go” Margaret asked a knowing smile on her face. Veda felt her whole face flush a deep shade of red.

“Margaret” she whined; Zoe beamed vibrating with excitement.

“You were late because you went to breakfast together.” Zoe said glancing back at Rob who was laughing under his breath. Margaret looked between all of them amused. Veda scowled at all of them before rolling her eyes.

“You guys are the worst” she grumbled, trying to focus back on her paperwork.

“I’m assuming it went well by the looks of your neck” Margaret quipped before walking away quickly. Veda furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“Wait, what?” Veda said looking up at Zoe who was stifling her laughter behind her hand. Rob came over to take a look with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, Veda” he said, Veda quickly brought her hands up to her neck glaring into to Terry’s office. He was hidden somewhere out of her eyesight.

“Honey, there’s a big ol’ hickey on your neck” Zoe finally said between fits of laughter. Veda’s eyes grew wide a gasp escaping her lips.

“Shut up there is not” she hissed digging through her purse for a mirror frantically, ignoring Rob and Zoe’s laughing fit. She grumbled to herself when she finally found it holding it up to get a clear look. Sure enough, there was a red purple welt the size of a quarter on the right side of her neck. Veda let out a small squeal rummaging through her purse for some cover up. Glancing up to glare into Terry’s office again, this time he was leaning against the doorframe. A small smirk graced his lips as he looked down at her with bright eyes.

“Sorry baby girl” he said, Veda narrowed her eyes at him dabbing concealer on her neck.

“Oh, you just wait until they see your neck tomorrow, Romeo” she hissed, Terry bit his lip at her.

“Is that a threat” he said with a teasing grin on his face. Rob and Zoe looked between the two, equal parts amused and grossed out.

“Absolutely” Veda replied in the same tone, looking up at him with a slight smirk on her face as she raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “I’m going to hold you to that one LaRusso. I’m not quite sure I got everything out of my system in elevator” Terry said flirtatiously backing back into his office. Veda blushed rolling her eyes.

“You know, I think I like them arguing better” Rob said shaking his head as he headed back to his desk.

[eddysocs]

One Sexy Sergeant (Catherine Cawood x OC)

Summary: Catherine comes home after a slow day and decides to play a little game with Esmé.

Word Count: 639

Warnings: Smut, uniform kink, fingering, little dirty talk

Catherine Cawood had just returned home after a long, slow day at work. She wearily unlocked the door and stepped inside. Esmé, hearing the knob turn, looked up expectantly at the doorway, and her eyes lit up when she saw Catherine. "Don’t you look dapper," Esmé flirted. Catherine barely reacted. "Long day," she asked.

"Slow," Catherine complained. "Never thought I’d mind a quiet day of crime, but it turns out to be rather boring."

Well for what it’s worth, the uniform really does you wonders," she purred, reaching out to touch the badge on Catherine's chest. "It's incredibly attractive." When they were both at work it was nearly impossible to get a really good look at Catherine in uniform. She couldn’t believe how attractive she found it now that she was able to get a proper eyeful.

"You really like it?" The exhausted boredom in her eyes turned to something more playful and Esmé decided to take advantage of the change in her mood. "The uniform does it for you?"

Esmé nodded, closing in on Catherine, her fingers tracing the lines of the uniform. "It makes you even more irresistible, if that's possible."

"Then I take it you won’t resist your arrest then?"

"Arrest? Have I been a bad girl," Esmé teased. Esmé had never been a bad girl in her life, but for Catherine, she’d be damn near anything she wanted her to be.

Esmé's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned in for a passionate kiss, but Catherine's lips were no longer within her reach. She’d pulled away, grabbing Esmé's wrist and turning her around with a firm and possessive hand on her hip. Catherine's slow day at work had suddenly turned into a very delightful evening.

Catherine bent Esmé over the dining room table, none too gently, but not rough enough to have hurt her in the process. Esmé felt Catherine's weight press down on her as Catherine leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I’m going to have to perform a cavity search."

Normally that thought wouldn’t have been a pleasant one, but since it was Catherine hovering over her like this, the words sent a tingle throughout her entire body. "Yes, officer."

"That’s Sergeant to you," Catherine corrected, pulling the layers of clothing off her arse so that she now stood half bared to her.

First one, then another digit was quickly added once Catherine found out how turned on Esmé had already become from their little roleplay. "You are a bad one, aren’t you," Catherine taunted, but with Catherine's fingers now filling her, she could no longer speak, too clouded over with lust to form a coherent response.

As Catherine worked her over, her free hand slid up under Esmé's shirt, cupping a breast into her palm. Esmé fought back the urge to let out a moan at full volume. It was embarrassing how much this little act was turning her on.

"Why don’t you be a good girl and come for your sergeant and I might let you off with a warning." That was enough to send Esmé over the edge, and she felt herself clench around Catherine's fingers. Her arms were the only thing holding her up once Catherine had removed her hands and backed off. Her legs had practically turned to jelly from the whole ordeal.

It was several minutes before she was able to stand upright again, but when she did the first thing she laid eyes on was the cheeky grin on Catherine's face. "You should see the state of yourself," Catherine commented, looking her up and down. "A right mess I’ve made of you. What do you say I help you clean yourself up before Clare and Ryan come sticking their noses about?"

"You might have to carry me," Esmé joked.

"That can be arranged," Catherine replied.

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[akechi-official]

Okay here’s my thoughts on the leaks.

P5T looks weird and I’m intrigued but I need more info. Mostly I’m glad for the confirmed English dubs, meaning Western release is likely going to be day to day with Japan release. Very cool.

Anyway so P3R-

A lot of people seem disappointed, and I don’t get it. I feel like Atlus fans are never satisfied. We’ve been demanding a full P3 remake for years, and Atlus delivered! It’s on P5’s engine and everything, what more do you people want? I’ve seen people call it “ugly” which I don’t get at all. It doesn’t look incredibly polished, but it’s leagues better than the original persona 3. I’m not making excuses for Atlus, but I’m not going to sit here and whine about a freaking full from the ground up Persona 3 remake. That’s heckin awesome.

The reaction feels very similar to like, everyone’s reaction to every announcement Atlus makes. It’s ridiculous. At least wait until the game comes out before you start complaining.

Secondly, some speculation: I have heavy doubts about FeMC being in the game. That is disappointing, but not unsurprising. Technically it’s still possible she’ll be there, but I don’t think so. If she was in the game, they definitely would’ve showed her in this trailer, and if they had plans to develop her she would’ve already been ready by now. So I don’t think we’re gonna get FeMC. I do think it’s likely we’ll get paid DLC later that let’s us play as FeMC, and I do think that if that were to happy everyone would complain again because “FeMC was available in the base game” despite that not being true. But I digress. We’re not getting FeMC, at least not upon release.

I do hope Atlus doesn’t release a second version of P3R. I’m not counting it out as a possibility, but I think it would be a waste of time, and it definitely wouldn’t be received well.

As far as the Answer, there’s still a chance that will be in the game. It’s post game content so maybe they don’t want to show it yet. I’m not counting it out totally, but I’m not holding my hopes up.

I think the most likely thing Atlus is gonna do is a completely new side story, with one or two new characters, right in the base game. I doubt they’ll just rerelease vanilla P3. Maybe I have too much faith in them, idk. If it’s not in the base game, they’ll definitely release paid DLC with new content, just like they did for Soul Hackers 2. And the new characters are gonna be extremely controversial and half the fanbase is gonna love them and half are gonna call them garbage.

Also, just as a side note, I am curious why no voice acting was shown in this trailer. I don’t doubt we’re getting an English dub, Atlus would be incredibly stupid to not give us one, but I am curious about it. Mostly because I’m wondering if they’re gonna recast Junpei or not. They didn’t for the rerelease, but that wasn’t a full remake. Odds are higher they’re gonna recast him, and if they don’t that’s gonna be another source of controversy for this remake.

My one hope? That they revamped the social links. It’s already clear they updated the gameplay to stay current, but we didn’t get much idea how the social links are gonna go. I really hope they introduce social links with the male party members, and allow you to friend zone the girls. If they just kept the vanilla social links, it’s going to be worse off for it. And if FeMC is never in the game, at least we’ll get new social links for MaMC with Akihiko, Junpei, Shinjiro, Ken, and Ryoji for the first time ever.

[hacked-by-jake]

Thoughts on the end of duskwood?🤨🎤

CW: mention of suicide

Oh, I could write a whole book about that. Hehe. But was it describes it best are probably some swearing words shouted out loud with a prize cell phone-against-wall throw. Joking aside, even if it’s pretty accurate. My main thought is of course sadness that it ended. And disbelief at this incredible cliffhanger Everbyte gave us with Hannah.

The end was incredibly dramatic.

But I must honestly say, that Richy killed himself in the fire... I find a little pointless (?) I know it sounds mean.

I can understand Everbyte’s decision because, I mean, it has made everything even more dramatic and emotional. But in itself I think it would not have been necessary. At least not for me, but maybe there was still a real boom missing, because so many already knew that Richy is the perpetrator.

I wish we had some answers to unanswered questions, because there are still many unresolved issues. I would also have liked to talk to the whole group again. Especially with Hannah, of course.

But there was immediately the information about the sequel, I was sure that we will hopefully get this opportunity and we will get some more answers. That’s why I don't want to complain. But if it doesn’t happen in the new game I have to say that I find it very sad and a little unfair.

But I’m only in the player’s position, so I think I should accept it the way Everbyte wants it. That’s okay with me.

The cliffhanger with Hannah when she suddenly jumps up is of course incredibly mean and I would eat a broom if Everbyte would tell me then what she saw.

I think we’ll get an answer in the new game, I’m sure she saw Jake, but the uncertainty and curiosity is too much and I would like to know right now!

As mentioned, I think it has to do with Jake. Maybe he was arrested by the FBI and Hannah jumped up when she saw that they were leading him out of the mine. If Jake is in the new game, then I accept and love it. But when he gets arrested and we doesn’t hear from him anymore, I hate it because it would break my heart completely. 🤧 I need more Jake. Much more.

Well, otherwise I can only say that I find it incredibly admirable how much effort Everbyte has put into the end. It really caused all emotions, especially shock and despair and confusion. But the video, the call between Richy and Jessy.

The last conversation with Richy, wow, a pretty heavy thing, but it made the end an incredible one. And the effort and the quality that Everbyte has put in there is just incredible: actors, costumes, filming, everything.

In my opinion, episode 10 was a very successful ending and I’m curious how the new game will continue. I’m scared too, but I can’t wait.

Thank you for the question, dear Anon, I enjoyed thinking about it again. And I hope I didn’t forget anything and that it was a bit entertaining for you, I’m very honored that you asked that. Duskwood asks are always a serotonine boost. 🤭

I hope you will have a fantastic weekend! Take care of yourself and stay healthy and safe! 💚

Well...

*mic drop*

😅.