#but how can i say no to my girl climbing up on a stool asking if she can chop onions with me?

[obsidiannebula]

Kiddo asked if she could help with dinner tonight and I was really down and it was already late and I wanted to hurry and get it done myself but I value her learning life skills and helpfulness and spending time together so I said yes. And after dicing onions and zesting a lime and peeling and grating garlic and browning beef and folding tacodillas together. I did not regret it even a tiny bit. In fact, it helped me remember why life is worth living. Because sometimes, you get to spend a little time in the kitchen making delicious food with your favorite person in the whole world. And THEN! You get to eat the delicious food together. And your body and your heart are nourished and everything feels a little more bearable, at least for now

[whimsiwitchy]

Controversially Young Girlfriend (part four)

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Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes, fighting (verbal).

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: I don’t have much to say other than enjoy! Please leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments or message me! I’d love to hear what you have to say <3

part four: friends for now?

Hugh let you drag him through the club by your intertwined hands. The crowd seemed to be never ending as you walked through, trying to make it to the bar. A few people stopped you along the way to congratulate you and give their praises, but the night no longer felt special. It didn’t even feel like these people were here for you. They were just strangers attending a random party. Most of them already way past tipsy and probably wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. When the bar was in sight, you did a quick scan of the area. In the right corner, you saw a small, tall table that had two tall stools, perfect. 

“Heyyy y/n! I’ve been looking for you!” Ashley yells over the music with a big smile on her face. You don’t miss the way she glances back at Hugh. “Where have you been?” She asks and you can hear the accusation that’s hidden behind her words. Hugh squeezes your hand and it makes you realize just how close he is to you, the front of his body a whisper away from touching the back of yours. “I’ve been making the rounds. I was looking for you but kept getting stopped along the way.” You���re yelling back at her, trying to sound alive and bubbly by letting a laugh out at the end. You weren’t sure if she bought it. Ashley gives you a look that tells you she doesn’t. “We were gonna grab a drink, you wanna come?” You offer her but she shakes her head. “No, I have one over there.” She points to a group of girls sitting at a larger table that sits on the left side of the bar. “I’ll see you later okay?” She leans to give you a quick hug and she notices the point of contact between Hugh and yourself. “Don’t be stupid y/n.” She whispers in your ear and leans back from the hug with a smile. “Love you!” She’s yelling this time as she walks away. Her comment made your chest burn. You could tell that she thought something more was happening between Hugh and yourself but he saved you. He helped you get away from Pedro and she had no right to be accusatory. 

This night kept getting worse, the only thing keeping you from going home and leaving your own party was the warmth of Hugh’s hand. The warmth suddenly vanished, Hugh letting go of your hand for the first time since he helped you off of the couch in the backroom. He pulled back one of the stools for you and offered his arm to hold as you climbed up to sit. Your foot faltered slightly, causing your leg to buckle, but Hugh was quick to grab your waist to stabilize you. “Thank you.” You say again. 

“Do you want a drink?” He asks julting his thumb towards the bar behind him. 

“Oh! I'll take a pop my cherry margarita please.” You smile, voice full of excitement. Hugh lets out that rich man laugh that you haven't heard since the day you met him. 

“A WHAT?” He’s still laughing, it’s so contagious that your own laughter slips past your lips unexpectedly. 

“Pop my cherry margarita. It’s a real thing!” You explained to him that you wanted to create a drink menu that matched the album song titles. It was the one detail you really had a say in. “I thought they were handing out pamphlets at the door that explained that. Did you not get one?” Hugh’s eyebrows furrowed but they relax just as fast as he pulled a folded up pamphlet from his back pocket. You gasp dramatically. 

“You didn’t read it?” Your voice held a joking tone but you couldn’t help but feel a ping of hurt within your chest at the thought of him not taking the time to at least skim over the silly little paper. 

“I was looking for you when I first got here.” He admits shyly, an emotion you didn’t know Hugh was capable of having. He was always so confident and loud, never shy. It was cute. 

“Well in that case, you are forgiven.” His words made your heart swell. 

“I’ll be right back.” He gives your shoulder a light squeeze and walks over to the bar. 

Taking a look around the room, you’re glad that people are enjoying themselves. Your album only has three more songs to play before you’d have to go back on stage to give your thanks again. The club was booked all night, meaning that everyone was welcome to stay until it closes at two am. You didn’t plan to stay that late and after the events of the night, you weren’t sure if you’d stay any longer than your second ‘speech’. You glance back over to Hugh. He’s leaning on the counter, making conversation with the bartender. He was so charismatic, easily falling into conversation with anyone he met. You were certain that there wasn’t a person in the world that disliked him, he was the definition of likable. The reality of the situation was starting to settle more clearly now that your mind wasn’t clouded by the brief altercation with Pedro. Hugh hadn’t left your side since the moment he found you, he helped you collect yourself, and now he was ordering you a drink. You weren’t sure what this meant for him- you knew exactly what it meant for you. All of his acts of kindness were starting to overfill the file in your head labeled ‘big fat crush on Hugh Jackman’. 

“Here you are, one pop my cherry margarita.” He slides the glass in front of you and sits in the stool across from you. The drink is a bright red with a silver shimmer throughout. Two cherries sat on the top of the ice with a lime hugging the sugar lined rim. You took a sip, the tequila a little too strong for your liking, but the sweetness of the cherry and the slight hint of lime was refreshing.  “Mhmm that’s good. What'd you get?” You ask while squinting at his drink. “Slut me out martini?” He says unsure. You laugh. “Hm. Slut me out is probably my favorite song off the album, a good ‘ol dirty martini fits the vibe of the song.” He takes a sip and nods. “Hey.” You say to catch his attention again. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to actually listen to the album. You’re probably disappointed, given you’re such a big fan and all.” You’re mostly joking, the only sincerity being behind the fact he didn’t get to do what he came here to do. What you invited him here for. “Stop apologizing sweetheart.” He grunts out giving you a pointed look. 

“I did hear the first few songs, they were really good.” He says, taking a sip of his martini. 

“Just good?” You question. It looks like he thinks for a moment before speaking. 

“They’re surprising.” He says slowly. “How so?” You’re quick to respond. 

“Just… didn’t expect it. It’s different from your other stuff, it’s seductive.” 

“Hm..are you seduced?” His eyes lock onto yours. Your tongue darts out to pull the straw that sits in your glass to your lips. You can see his eyes move down towards your lips as you suck on the straw. When his eyes match yours again, he’s repositioning himself on the stool and lets out a low chuckle. “You’re something else y/n.” He shakes his head and you hum in satisfaction. 

You glance over to the dancing crowd, eyes moving over the groups of people. You meet Stacy’s eyes and you can hear the buzz of the last song fill your ears. She started making her way towards you, disappearing every few seconds as she weaved through people. “Shit.” You mumble as you try to think of ways to get out of getting on stage and thanking everyone again. “What’s wrong?” Hugh’s voice was filled with concern, the same tone he had used earlier in the night. “Stacy..my uh.. my assistant, I guess, is making her way over here right now and I like really, really don’t wanna go up on that stage again.” You frown. You were being stubborn, you knew that. The smart side of your brain tried to tell you that it wasn’t professional to just leave your own event. 

“C’mon.” Hugh is standing up quickly, offering his hand once again. “Huh?” You asked him, confusion written all over your face. “I’m getting you out of here. Let’s go.” You look around the room one last time. Stacy is about ten feet away, stress present on her face. “Okay.” You grab his hand and he helps you down, his other hand instinctively meeting your waist. “Y/n! I needed you on the stage like three minutes ago!” Stacy yells across the lowering distance. Hugh tugs your hand and you follow. You’re trying your best to keep up with his long legs as he walks swiftly through everyone. He pushes open the door and flashing lights blind the both of you. Covering your face, you tried to block the paparazzi’s cameras, completely trusting Hugh to guide you through this all. Once you reach the small parking lot that sits on the left side of the building, Hugh is opening the passenger door for you and helps you in. He hurries over to the drivers side and drives off as fast as he can, escaping the leeches that are trying to take as many pictures as possible. “Oh my god, you’re literally a life saver.” You say, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Pulling out your phone from the small purse that’s been draped on your shoulder most of the night, you sent a quick text to Stacy, responding to the endless texts and calls you’ve received from her in the past five minutes. 

You: I’m sorry Stacypoo. I’ll explain later. Love you <33

You knew work Stacy would be mad at you for some time but once you explained everything, friend Stacy would understand. “Do you want me to take you home?” Hugh asks. “Yes please. I’m pooped.” You huff out and he chuckles. You connect your phone to the car bluetooth and set your address on the GPS. The silence in the car calmed your body down at a rapid rate. Exhaustion took over your body and you could feel the ache in your feet from the heels. You were only at the party for an hour, yet it felt like you had been there all night. Looking at the time, the clock read 11:30pm. Hugh was quiet and you were afraid you might have caused too much trouble for him. That he wouldn’t want to be around you again after this. “Thank you Hugh. Really, you totally made this night so much better.” Your head is leaning against the headrest and you roll it slightly to look over at him. The faint light coming from the street lights shined on his face dimly. He was so handsome. You wanted to tell him. “You don’t have to thank me. I enjoy your company.” He glances in your direction with a smile. The silence fills the space again.

 “Did you purposely wear a gray shirt to match my outfit?” You asked curiously. You meant to ask earlier but it slipped your mind. “What?” He’s smiling. “You heard me. Did you?” Your tone was teasing. “Maybe.” 

“Yes or no Hugh Jackman.” His name rolled off your tongue in a joking matter. You could've sworn you could see a slight blush but it was too dark in the car to tell. “Is this it?” He asks, pointing to your house. “Yea that’s me.” 

He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park, cutting the engine. Hugh opens his car door to get out. “Oh! You don’t have to get out, it’s okay.” He ignores you, walking over to your side of the car anyways, closing the door once you’re out. You awkwardly walk up to your front door and search your purse for your keys. When you find them, you turn around to face Hugh. “Thank you for driving me home Hugh.” “No problem sweetheart.” He smiles warmly and you take a moment to take it in. Your eyes rake across every wrinkle in his face, showing the life he’s lived. His smile lines set deep into his cheeks and you can’t help but think how perfectly they suit him. His facial hair was just past a stubble but not quite filled out into his full beard yet. “I should get inside, don’t wanna keep you out any later.” Your voice is soft and you want to invite him in but you couldn’t. “Okay darling.” 

This crush on Hugh was something that felt deeper after tonight. If anything were to happen with him, you wanted it to be right. No rushing. The feeling was mature. Hugh was someone you didn’t want to lose, no matter how he fit into your life. It was a little scary to think about- how much you wanted him in your life. 

“Goodnight Hugh.” 

“Goodnight y/n.” 

You turn to unlock your door and just as you're twisting the handle, Hugh wraps his large hand around your arm. He gives you a small tug, urging you to turn around. “Y/n…” He speaks softly. “Yes?” He doesn’t say anything. “Hugh, are you okay?” His hand releases your arm, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His hands are rough. You can feel a few calluses along his hand, undoubtedly from the gym.  He’s searching your eyes but you're unsure what he’s trying to find. “Can I kiss you?” 

Oh. 

“Yes.” It’s barely audible, the only confirmation that he had heard you came from his lips meeting yours. The kiss was slow, soft, like he was afraid to move too much. Hugh’s lips melted into yours perfectly, dancing together in a rhythm that felt natural. He was bent down slightly to match your height, your heels aiding him. He was the one to break the kiss, you weren’t sure if you would have ever stopped kissing him if he didn’t pull away. You wanted to ask him so many questions, get into his head. You always had this impeding urge to know everything but you wanted to live in the sweetness of the moment. Hugh’s hands dropped from your cheeks and a small smile rested on his face. “Goodnight gorgeous.” He kisses the top of your head for the second time that night. “Goodnight..” You walked inside, standing half way out of the door, waving at Hugh as he drove away. 

You: text me when you get home so I know you got home safe! p.s. ur a good kisser.  

Walking around your house, you slowly stripped from your outfit, gathering your things to start your nightly routine as you waited for Hugh’s text. You hopped into the shower and thought about the crazy events that had happened in just a few hours. The kiss was something you hadn’t expected and it was killing you to not know what it meant for your relationship with Hugh. When you were brushing your teeth, your phone lit up on the bathroom counter. 

Hugh <3: Just got home. You’re not half bad yourself lol. 

You: really though, did you try to match my outfit? 

Hugh <3: Goodnight y/n… 

You: fine. I’ll get the truth out of you one day!! 

You: goodnight hugh! <3 

When your head hits the pillow, all you can do is think about the feeling of Hugh’s lips on yours, his hands on your face. You fell asleep with a smile on your face. 

—

The constant buzzing of your phone woke you up. It’s been going off for close to an hour and you tried your best to ignore it but the vibration under your pillow was starting to give you a headache. You winced at the brightness of the screen as your eyes adjusted to the light that invaded your eyeballs too suddenly. Squinting at the name, you let out a sigh. “Oh fuck me..” 

“Hi Stacy…” You say it sweetly, hoping it would ease whatever was coming your way. “Y/n, I need you to explain why the fuck you decided to run away from me last night.” Her voice is eerily calm, you’d prefer if she was yelling at you. “Oh yea…” You clear your throat. “So you know how when we started to plan the event, Pedro and I were still very much together?” You ask and she gives a short ‘yes’. “Well, when we had the last meeting, I completely forgot about him being invited already and forgot to take him off the list.” “Y/n, can you get to the point please, the label is on my ass right now trying to clear things up.” “Sorry…he uh.. Pedro showed up last night and he was mean Stacy. He kept saying how he wanted me back and he kept trying to grab me.” Your voice falters slightly. You couldn’t understand how Pedro, who was once so sweet and loving, had turned so cruel. “I’m so sorry y/n… I didn’t know, nobody knew.” You can hear the sympathy in her voice. “It’s fine, it’s over. I tried to stay, but I really wanted to leave. I’m sorry Stacy.” “It’s fine.” She sighs.

 “Have you been on your socials yet?” 

“No…why?” 

“Look at what I sent you.” 

You put her on speaker and open the text thread between Stacy and yourself. There were at least a hundred texts from her between last night and this morning. You click on a link she had sent and when you opened it, there was a picture from last night of Hugh and yourself leaving the party hand in hand. There were articles upon articles questioning if Hugh was your ‘new older fix’. There were also pictures of Pedro leaving the party with rumors of you cheating. It was all one big mess, but every single article seemed to agree on one thing:

Y/n L/n was a slut who liked older men. 

They weren’t completely wrong, you loved being with an older man, but you weren’t a slut, or a cheater, or a gold digger, or any other names they had called you. The rumors and name calling never bothered you but it always had a negative effect on the men in your life, even if they never got the shit end of the stick. It was why Pedro broke up with you and why everyone before him never wanted to make anything official, or even be seen with you. You felt so stupid for not telling Hugh that you needed to go out the back way, that he shouldn’t be seen leaving with you. Your dating life brought nothing but a bad reputation and you didn't want Hugh’s name involved in it. You're thankful that this article was centered on dragging you down and not Hugh. 

“Shit..” You whisper. “How mad are they?” You ask, referring to your management team. 

“They’re pretty pissed off. They keep nagging about how they warned you with Pedro. They’re worried about your image.” 

“God, I wish they would get over that already. It’s literally not that big of a deal.” Your irritation grew. It had always been something you hated about the industry, that they cared so much about minor personal details. As long as you were making music, making fans happy, and making them money- why does it matter who you’re seen with. You hated how much everyone ‘cared’ about what you did. 

“I know y/n, it sucks. I’ll try to get them calmed down and prevent any unnecessary meetings. I want you to focus on whatever you need to. Don’t stress yourself out about this.” “Thank you Stacy. I really am sorry if I got you into trouble last night.” 

“It’s okay. I understand why you did it and I’m glad you did something for yourself for once.” 

The rest of the conversation is short and ends with Stacy complaining about Mark, the guy from the meeting, was blowing up her phone. 

You needed to talk to Hugh as soon as possible. There were so many things that needed to be discussed: the paparazzi pictures, the kiss, what we are, can he handle being your controversially old boyfriend- if that’s even what he wanted. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had already seen the headlines, if his team was just as mad as yours. 

You: hi hugh! could we meet up and talk sometime today? 

Hugh <3: Of course darling. Just tell me a time and place and I'll be there. 

You: 3pm at my house? 

Hugh <3: See you then. 😀

The emoji he attached made you laugh, Hugh texted like your parents and it should make you cringe but it does the exact opposite. You sent him your address, not expecting him to remember where you live, and started to prepare for his visit. You had a few hours before the agreed upon time, allowing you to clean up around your house and get presentable. Not wanting to go overboard, you decided on a pair of black flared leggings and a dark green crew neck that had ‘New York’ across the chest. You could feel your nerves working up as the time ticked away, each minute that went by increasing your heart rate. You were sitting on the couch, when there was a knock on your door. Taking a peek through the peephole, you could see Hugh standing there. You opened the door wide and gave him a tender smile. “Hi sweetheart.” He greets you with his own warm smile. “Hi Hugh. Come in.”  You open the door wider and he slips past you, waiting for you to close the door. “You can take your shoes off here if you want, but you don't have to.” He slides them off and you lead him into the living room. You take a seat on the couch, smacking the cushion next to you with your hand, urging him to take a seat as well- he does. You don’t speak right away, trying to find the right words to say, what to talk about first. “You okay y/n?” His expression is full of worry.

“Have you seen the pictures or anything about last night?” 

“No…?” You can tell he’s confused and you don’t say anything. Instead, you open your phone to the link Stacy sent and hand it to him. His eyes are moving back and forth slowly as he reads and scrolls through it. When he's done, he hands the phone back to you and sighs. “This is what you wanted to talk about?” He asks. “Yea…and other things.” 

He sighs. “Y/n, I already told you I don’t care what other people say. I don’t think what these people are saying about us should matter.” 

“I don’t want to drag you into this mess though, Hugh. It’s not fair to you, especially when everything they’re saying are lies.” 

“That’s just the way those people make a living. It won’t matter in a week, everyone will forget and move on, so don’t worry about me baby, worry about yourself. They said some nasty things in there, don’t let that get to your head kid?” His hand rests on your thigh and scrunch up your face at the nickname. 

“Hugh, for moral reasons, you can’t call me kid when you kissed me just last night. It's weird.” Your voice switching from the previous unsure and scared to serious. He lets out a laugh and a quick sorry. His hand still rests on your thigh and you reach out to place your hand on his, fingers slightly intertwining at the awkward angle. “Why did you kiss me last night?” Your doe like eyes look up at him. “I wanted to.” His answer is too brief for your liking and you can tell he’s teasing. “Why did you want to?” You ask further. “You looked really pretty in your sparkly little outfit last night sweetheart. You always look really pretty, truthfully. There’s just something about you that draws me to you.” He confesses. “Yea?”  “Yea…It’s a little scary if i’m being honest, how drawn to you I am.” “I’m scared too, Hugh.” You admit. “I’m terrified that whatever this is or whatever it leads to is going to get taken away from me.” Your willingness to be this open shocks you, but this needs to be done right. You would put your fears behind you for him. He squeezes your hand. “What do you mean?” 

“I just feel like every time I get something good that makes me happy, it’s gone faster than I can enjoy it. I mean..with uh…with Pedro, everything was going great, I was so happy…and he just.. left. All because things got hard, because he cared too much about everything else. I was getting attacked consistently, but he couldn’t handle it. My happiness got shattered. I don’t want that to happen again, especially not with someone like you. It sounds insane, we only just met, but Hugh, I really like you.” 

“I really like you too y/n.” He smiles and leans forward. His lips are getting closer to yours and as much as you want to kiss him, you can’t, not yet. “Wait..” You put the hand that isn’t holding his hand on his chest, stopping him from moving forward. “What’s wrong baby. You don't wanna kiss me?” there's a cocky smirk on his face and it was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. His voice was smooth and seductive. “As much as I want to shove my tongue down your throat right now, I really wanna do this right.” His eyes widen slightly at your words. “Right?” He questions. “I wanna get to know you more and take it slow. I like you too much for this to be rushed and ruined.” “Hmm. I can work with that, but just to be completely sure, you don’t want to kiss me?” The smirk is back. “God..you’re too hot for your own good.” You grab his neck and pull him into you. You kiss him with as much passion as possible, it would be the last one for a while, until time passes and these feelings are certain. His tongue slithers across your bottom lip and you pull back from the kiss. “You’re really testing your luck Jackman.” You laugh and he shrugs. 

“Is waiting okay with you? I don’t want you to feel pressured or tied to me in some way.” You’re playing with his long fingers. “That’s fine by me baby, I'll wait for you as long as I need to.” He leans back into the couch. 

“Friends for now?” You ask. 

“Friends for now.” He nods.

Thank you for reading <33

part five

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Desire

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader (uncle and Neice) Reader - Y/n (Neice) Rating - 18+ Fondling/ fingering / nipple play/ nipple sucking / nudity/ incest/ forced orgasm/ Word Count - 1550

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Anonymous asked: can you please write a fic with reader x gwayne. reader is alicent's four daughter (daeron does not exist) and she was sent to old town. reader is now a grown woman, and uncle gwayne say he need to keep track of changes in her body. he need to watch her naked body everyday and touch it to make sure she's growing correctly, especially her breast that he grope and suck everyday. ofc reader let her beloved uncle do everything he wish 😩

Gwayne made his way through the Tower at Oldtown, taking the route he took most every morning. He arrived at her chambers and quickly opened the door heading in and closing it behind him.

“Y/n… Y/n? Where is my little princess?” He cooed,

The sound woke her, and Y/n sat up in her bed with a yawn.

“Ummm…. Good Morning,” She cooed,

“Good Morning My little princess,” he smiled,

Gwayne moved swiftly across the room and plated himself on her bed at her side, he took her hand as his eyes trailed to the thin white nightie biting back his desires.

“How did you sleep, Sweet girl?”

She nodded, “Very well, I had a dream,”

“Oh? Do tell,”

“About dragons,”

“Humm as you often do,” He chuckled squeezing her hand, “Come, come now, Y/n. We need to get you ready for the day don’t we?”

She nodded with a cheery smile,

“Come on then Little princess,” he smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead,

Y/n happily climbed out of bed and moved over to her dressing area beside her balcony doors. She stood on the little stool of a well-stained wood with green fabric cushioning, planting her feet on the stool firmly. Leaving her stood with her wooden changing screen behind her and three floor-length mirrors in front of her.

Gwayne went to the balcony opening the doors to let the morning air circulate before he came up behind her pushing the changing screen a little as he did almost sealing the area between screen and mirror to almost form a little room.

“You remember why we must do this?”

She nodded,

“Tell me,”

“We must check how I grow,”

“Yes we must little princess,” he cooed, “One day… soon I’m sure. You will be wed to a very high-ranking important lord. And if we want our little princess, to wed the handsomest, strongest, richest lord. We need to make sure every single man in the seven kingdoms…” his tone fell to a whisper, “Desires her.” He growled in her ear, “Every day we need to check and make sure you are… as beautiful as possible. Every inch, every hair, every mole. So we can make sure you’re desirable.”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“Now, let's have a look shall we little princess?”

She nodded without question,

He began with her hair, he slowly pulled the ribbons from her hair letting it fall, running his fingers through her locks as he undoes all the braids done the night before,

“Humm very beautiful, silky and smooth, perfect.” he cooed, “Good girl,” kissing her temple,

He moved to kneel in front of her his sly smile wide as he looked up at her, he rose one knee and tapped his thigh invitingly,

She nodded and moved her left foot up and onto his thigh,

He ran his fingers from her toes slowly and seductively up to her knee,

“Very smooth,” He cooed, “Very smooth indeed, you remember to scrub your legs in the bath every day my little princess?”

She nodded,

“Good girl,” he cooed, tapping her foot,

She changed over resting her left foot back on the stool and sitting her right on his thigh,

Once more he ran his hands over her from toe to knee, briefly brushing over a bruise on her ankle,

“Shh shh… another day or so and that’ll be all better,” he cooed, “Good girl little princess,” he cooed tickling her foot before he stood again, he looked very closely at her face caressing her cheek, “Very beautiful, lovely and cute.” he kissed her nose, But his sly smile grew as he circled her stopping behind her and nuzzling her neck, “Now… let's have a nice look,” he said as his fingers toyed with the string that laced up her nightie,

“Yes Uncle,” She nodded,

He bit his lip before he pulled at the string, slow and seductively unlacing her dress, he pulled it off her shoulders and pushed it from her hips letting it pool around the stool on the floor. He looked at her, in the mirrors his hands cradling her waist, “You… get more beautiful everyday little princess,” he growled, He began to slide his hands across her skin, over every inch, stroking her thighs, her hips, her arms, her stomach measuring her with his hands, constantly muttering compliments in her ear calling her beautiful between kisses, “Now this is a body, that a god would desire.” he barked in her ear, his hands stroked her thighs delicately slipping up to her hips and he took a step back to admire her ass, “Bend.” He demanded,

She nodded and bent over showing off her ass far better,

He tried to hold back his groan as his hands cupped her cheeks and smoothly fondled her ass, he chuckled a little and growled, “Touch your toes.”

Y/n obeyed “Yes uncle,” And bent over touching her toes leaving her completely exposed to him,

He bit his lip hard and spread her cheeks baring her utterly to him, “Beautiful little princess, a very pretty ass, good for a good smack,”

She giggled slightly but jolted as he smacked her hard on her ass, “Ooh-”

“Your husband will want that, he’ll love to spank and slap your pretty ass when you walk with him, and you’ll barely leave a room without a good smack,” He chuckled, “Stand up, nice and tall.” He cooed,

Y/n stood tall once more,

Gwayne wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his fingers under her breasts, his breath hot against her ear as he slipped up to cup her breasts in each hand, “Ohhh yes… so beautiful little princess… so very very beautiful,” he growled, “Any man in the seven kingdoms would adore to come home after a long ride and cup these, massage them in his hands and relax,” He groaned as he began to grope her breasts squeezing them and juggling the weight of each in his hands, he licked his lips as he watched her nipples get hard from the cold morning air and his relentless attention, “There we go, nice and perky,” he cooed tugging on her nipples a little to make them as hard as possible,

Y/n gasped,

“Umm, that feel nice?”

She nodded, “Yes Uncle,”

“It should now let me hear you.” he cooed as he rubbed her nipples between his thumb and index finger rolling them between them,

“Ughhh!” She gasped her hips arching up,

“Ummm good girl,” he growled kissing her neck rather aggressively, he was holding back the burning desire to give her a hickey, But he broke away and moved in front of her, “Let’s test them,” he growled kissing down her neck and taking her left nipple between his lips, he began to suck and lap his tounge against the tender skin,

“Ughhhh! Uncle!” She softly moaned,

He sucked harder groping her right breast as he worked, swirling his tounge around her apex and suckling on her like a babe

“Ughhh ughhhh! Uuuuhhh!” She threw her head back as she moaned,

He finally released her nipple but not for long, “You need to practice little princess, for when your husband and your little babies want to enjoy these, you need to learn not to be so… sensitive.” as he simply moved to her right nipple and did the same licking and sucking,

“Uhhhhhhh! Uncle! Please!” She squealed,

He finally pulled back and smirked down at her, his hand slipping down from her breast and sliding down her stomach dipping between her legs, he ran his fingers over her folds and sunk deep inside her,

“Ughhh! Uncle!” She screamed as his finger slid inside her,

“Very good princess,” he cooed, “Very wet, very warm, just as it should.” he nodded as he began to thrust his finger inside her,

Y/n moaned and screamed dripping down her legs,

Which only made Gwayne chuckle smugly, his other hand came to rub against her clit leaving her utterly at his mercy as she moans and screams, her toes curling as he gets faster and faster, he slowly adds more and more fingers until his left hand is fingering her knuckles deep on three fingers and two fingers rub her clit hard and fast, her juices dripping off his fingers as he works,

“Uncle… uncle… please I-” she begged but it was already too late,

Y/n came screaming his name as she squirted down his hand,

Gwayne slows his hands letting her ride out her orgasm as long as he could before he slips his hands away and licks his fingers clean in front of her,

Y/n gasps and struggles to even stand after all that,

But Gwayne takes her by the hand and pushes her palm to his hard bulge, “You see that little princess? Do you feel how hard it is? Feel how it throbs?”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“That is what you do to a man,” He cooed, “Any man who sees you feels like this, they desire you… as do I.” he growled, “Go get dressed now Little princess, we’re all done for this morning.”

“Yes Uncle,” Y/n nodded as she moved off her stool to begin her day as always.

[artsninspo]

COUNTERFEIT - one

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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🍒 author's Note: back with another story! this is a multipart story. formerly known as cherries. it's a mix of the drinks series and forgiveless. Rio's more 'gang-friend' in this one. Enjoy ♥️

🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.7K

🍒 summary: bad days lead to bars, friends, drinks and strangers.

🍒 one ~ cherry margaritas

If one more person calls me ungrateful I don't think I'll ever stop screaming. I shoot my sister a glare and her voice catches in her throat leaving her mouth open with words that will be left unsaid. Traitor. My anger is clear as day, and Char knows better than anyone that I've reached my limit. Amber, our ‘friend’ stops too looking up at me as I stand. I didn't invite Amber over for an earful, I invited her over for support. For fucks sake. The stare down comes to an end when Char closes her big mouth, swallowing.

“Faith” her tone is what it should have been all along but its too little too late. The call comes again but I'm halfway down the hall and to my bedroom. I walk into my closet angry at myself for thinking my sister would back me. I grab a coat and slip into a pair of baggy jeans. I kick my pumps from this evening's date night aside and grab a monogrammed bumbag.

“Faith” Amber says, wearing on my thinning patience.

“What?” I respond, casting a look over my shoulder.

“It’s not that we don't think you're great - I mean of course we do your the life of the party, you're so smart and funny”

“I’m glad I provide entertainment for you Amber” I respond and she places a hand on her chest. I brace for the perpetual state of victimhood that follows nice-nasty and outright mean.

“I didn't mean it like that!” Amber says. Whether it's fact or fiction makes no difference to me - my goal was to shut her up and when her nostrils flare I know I've achieved my goal.

“Don't be like that Faith, Jason is – being bored isn’t a reason to leave him. He literally worships you” Char continues. I wish her position was disappointing or surprising but it’s what I expect from Char now that she's been fully indoctrinated by our mothers social climb. Years of private school, country clubs and tennis lessons have her disillusioned.

“It’s fine, I don't expect you to understand” I snap, pushing past the both of them. 

“Where are you going, do you want me to come?” she asks, eyeing my casual attire.

“No, finish the wine and talk about how ungrateful I am” I respond slamming the front door to our condo. I rush to the elevator hoping they won't follow me and call a cab once I'm in the lobby. The wait is less than a minute. I turn off my location, blocking my sister, Amber and Jason for the night.

I’m too young to be so stressed, I've felt like I've been drowning for weeks as Jason turned the intensity up in our relationship in all the wrong ways. Trying to become bffs with my mother and Rick. Talking with the future, talking about expectations and children and houses. Why would anyone think I would sign up for a lifetime of the one I didn’t choose. The one Ma laid on her back and threw away everything she knew and held dear for. I’d never so eagerly trade my autonomy. I rate the driver five stars for the much appreciated silence and smile as my feet touch the pavement. I smell cigarettes and weed as patrons partake outside the bar. I can see it’s busy when I head in. Unlike anything in the heart of the city D’s place is truly one of one. Traditional wood counters, stools, a pool table, a jukebox, booth seating on one side, open space in the middle and a few table configurations for those who want to sit and talk. Everywhere is full tonight and it makes me happy for my friend as I head to the bar a man getting up to give me his stool. I look around for Diego smiling when I find him.

“Hey” I wave, and he comes over with top shelf tequila.  Smiling at my presence he makes a show of making my favorite drink a cherry margarita and tops it with five cherries. “Thanks” I beam saluting him before my first sip. “Perfection” I wince and he laughs.

“What’s up?” He asks and I chew on one of the cherries pushing the rest of them into the liquid in the hopes they absorb some of the liquor.

“Nothing much, I can help you bartend if you drive me home…” I suggest.

Diego dries a glass. “I don’t get off until three” 

“It’s fine” I shrug while having another swig.

“Doesn’t Jason usually get tickets to the big games? I was looking for you court side” He asks, looking up at the mounted TV in the bar.

“We broke up” I confess and he frowns, pausing his task.

“What’d he do? Do I need to fuck him up for you?” D asks, ready for war.

“Nothing, it just wasn’t going to work.” I admit taking another cherry. D gives me an unsure look before manning his bar. I watch the clock run out and drain the liquid from my glass, then I get behind the bar and get to work. Diego and I grew up together on the same block as kids. He spent a lot of time with me and my sister before the whispering started. People thought it was poor parenting to have him sleeping in a room with two girls. D would’ve never laid a finger on us. He moved away when I was ten and we reconnected after college. He became the big brother I never had. Now, he has his life together and I’m the wreck.

Time goes by when you’re having fun and D and I are an excellent team. Working, being busy, accomplishing something and being around D is grounding for me. There’s nothing we want from each other or hope to gain from our association and honestly it’s refreshing. D really has put everything into this place and it’s a pleasure to help him keep his patrons happy with good drinks and excellent customer service. It’s a sausage fest and the flirtation is harmless. Almost all of them are regulars and regular guys here to drink a few beers and watch the game. I make a show of eating the cherries from my glass gaining an audience, extra tips and looks of disapproving amusement from D. It's harmless rebellion, the kind of thing that Jason would spend hours scolding me for - not understanding I’m just joking around. Having a bit of fun. D’s bar is the kind of place that would make Jason itch. There’s no VIP seating, back room or slipping someone extra money to get better service. Honestly that behaviour may lead him to a black eye and pressing assault charges for his uppity ways. The thought makes me smile as the patrons file out,  I have so many tips there's no more space in my pockets so D gets me a jar. 

 By the time it’s three AM I’ve forgotten all about my breakup. D and the security clean off the tables and put the chairs up. I get the mop ready and clean the floors to save them from sticky floors when they come in later on today. The bell rings and the door opens to three men walking in. I wait for someone to tell them we’re closed but no one does. The tall slim one in all black sits at the bar and the other two go into the back. My heart rate slows as I look around for D, when I don't see him I keep my head down mopping until D comes from in the back. He greets the man and pours him something top shelf.I continue mopping until I see Diego motioning for me to come over. I do and he looks nervous. He hands me his keys. “Go wait in the car” he says handing me his keys.

“My coat” I remind D, and he nods, getting it from behind the bar for me.

“I don’t remember hiring you,” the guy drinking at the bar says, stopping me in my tracks. His voice is smooth and his eyes are too easy for him to be anything but trouble. The tattoo on his neck tells me he’s bad news, as well as how rigid D’s posture is behind me.

“She’s a friend, came to help me out” Diego says, being oddly submissive. I look up at him confused. He has at least a hundred pounds of muscle on this guy and he’s afraid of no one. The guy turns to face us and his hands go in his pockets as he gives me a slow once over. He’s hard to read.

“I didn’t know we needed help and I don’t remember getting a text that you’d have someone else closing with you” he adds. His speech is slow and calm which adds to the sense of danger about him.

“I was headed home, came by for a drink and it was getting crazy in here. I just wanted to help out” I explain and the man gives a half smile but it only makes me more uneasy.

“There are health codes, forms, certifications and things we need in case something comes up or a by-law officer stops by.  I need to know who’s behind my bar. Who’s serving my customers.” he doubles looking at D.

“I said she’s a friend,” Diego grits in response. The man’s jaw clenches but he turns around.

“Shit hits the fan, you’ll have to deal with it, not me” he says going back to his drink and I hurry out of the bar. I have a million questions but I don’t ask any the entire ride home. My mind goes to a hundred scenarios, landing on one every time if D needed money why didn't he ask me for some. If it was for protection didn’t he know better than to get mixed up with men like … whoever that was? The car slows to a stop in front of my condo and he puts it in park handing my tips.

“Take care, and if Jason needs a clue let me know” he says before kissing my cheek.

“Thanks” I smile and he hands me another jar. I smile when I realize they’re tequila soaked cherries. “Sorry for the trouble” I apologize.

“My cousin is OCD about people,” he shrugs.

“Ok” I nod wondering why I don't know this one of Diego’s cousins or that he was the bar owner. I don't push, instead I hug my friend and trust our bond before heading into the building, into the elevator and into the apartment I share with my sister.

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[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, bestfriends to lovers (one bed trope)

~ “Don’t turn this into one of those crappy films I hate.”

summary : After a cozy dinner at Dino's, Paul and her head upstairs to their room, only to find out they've been set up for a surprise. A playful banter ensues as they navigate their unexpected situation, settling in for the night with a quiet, comfortable vibe.

“I’m full to the brim,” Dino said, sitting on the couch of the house he had rented in Italy after eating the carbonara that Paul had decided to prepare with the girl sitting next to him.

“You’re always so dramatic, it was just a plate of pasta!” she scolded him, sitting on a stool and sipping from her glass.

“He lives off chicken and zucchini, so I’m not surprised,” Elvira laughed, clearing the table and tidying up from dinner with the Estonian, who was whistling a popular tune while loading the dishwasher.

That evening, the two Swedes had invited them over for dinner before they left the next day to visit their families, while Paul planned to go see his sister in Rome.

Paul and the other girl loved visiting Dino, even though she wasn’t a big fan of sleeping away from home and hated being an inconvenience. Somehow, every time they stayed over, they’d find themselves awake at two in the morning, revealing parts of themselves that never seemed to surface during the day when their brains were alert and logic prevailed.

“Just admit you love her cooking,” teased the blond as he washed his hands, wearing the slippers Dino had lent him.

“You can’t talk while wearing those,” retorted the DAMS driver, running his hands through his hair.

Paul scoffed, walking over to the two girls and noticing how late it had gotten. Since they had to wake up relatively early the next morning, he suggested they get ready for bed, stretching his arms to loosen his shoulders.

“You’re no fun,” his friend said, pouting playfully as he grabbed his backpack and asked her if she needed hers.

“The bathroom upstairs is yours,” Elvira said, addressing the two of them as she sprawled out on the couch next to Dino, who was idly fiddling with the TV remote.

So the Estonian and the girl climbed the spiral staircase leading to the loft where they’d be spending the night, walking past the hallway to reach the bathroom.

“You won’t freak out if I change in front of you, right?” he asked.

“I’ve seen your chest more often than my books,” she joked, setting her makeup bag on a small cabinet and standing in front of the large mirror.

The driver laughed, pulling off the black shirt he was wearing, leaving himself in just his sweatpants. He managed to get stuck in the neck of his t-shirt, flailing his arms as he freed himself, messing up his curls in the process. She shook her head slightly, amused, while she brushed her hair and tied it into a soft braid to protect it overnight.

“I love them,” she said, referring to Dino and Elvira.

“They’re a bit too ‘oh, she’s the love of my life’ if you ask me,” the blond said, imitating his former teammate’s voice from their Prema days.

“But they’re still cute.”

“Am I wrong, or are you softening up?” the Estonian asked, leaning against the wall behind her, crossing one arm over his chest while running some oil through his curls, which looked so soft they seemed to beg for her to run her hands through them.

“You can say it if you want a boyfriend; I can get to work.”

Paul always joked about that, threatening to use his connections and friends all over the world to find her someone who could make her feel loved. But she always maintained she was fine without it, didn’t want anyone, and was perfectly content with her life as it was.

“Stop it. I don’t want some stupid guy chasing after me,” she said, crossing her hands at the hem of her shirt, about to pull it off.

Paul turned around, giving her space, shoving his hands into his pockets as he thought.

“If anyone would, obviously,” she added, taking off her shirt and carefully folding it into her backpack.

“Even my brother would,” the driver joked, using the moment to swap out his sweatpants for a clean pair to sleep in.

“Was the pasta good?”

“Promise you’ll kill me if I ever say no,” the Estonian laughed, turning back only when he was sure she was dressed and comfortable. He looked at her reflection in the mirror, noticing how different she seemed without her glasses, her hair tied back softly, and her tired eyes revealing the end of a long day. She wore a faded, oversized pajama set that seemed to be the most comfortable thing Paul had ever seen, even though she was practically drowning in it.

“You should cook it for Karl sometime.”

“Estonia’s not exactly practical to get to,” she smiled, picking up Paul’s shirt that he’d abandoned on a chair.

“Do they allow dishes on planes?”

“I’ve never tried sneaking my grandma’s lasagna onto a Ryanair flight.”

He smiled at her, grabbing his toothbrush from the glass where he’d left it the night before when he arrived alone, hours before she joined them that afternoon.

In doing so, he leaned against the sink, brushing past her back slightly before sitting on the closed toilet lid to brush his teeth.

“What?” she asked, turning toward him, her voice muffled by toothpaste foam.

“Nothing,” he replied, looking at her through his blond curls. “You look like a gnome.”

“Screw you!”

But then she looked down, noticing the heap of fabric pooling around her ankles, covering part of the slippers she had hastily grabbed from home before catching the train.

“Shut up,” she said, turning back to rinse her mouth while Paul laughed like an idiot.

“Are you ready?” The Estonian dressed and headed for the bathroom door, watching her as she organized her things and hummed the tune he’d been whistling earlier.

“Let’s go,” she smiled, feeling refreshed.

But when they reached the loft bedroom, a surprise awaited them.

“Do you seriously want us to sleep in a double bed?” they both asked in unison, leaning on the railing and looking down at the couple watching a TV show on the couch below.

“I figured you’d be comfortable,” Dino replied, hands clasped behind his head.

“Maybe if you’d asked first,” Paul said, worried that she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing a bed with him.

“It’s okay,” she shrugged, putting her makeup bag and other belongings into her backpack, which she left in a corner of the room.

Paul turned, pleasantly surprised, offering a sweet smile. His short sleeves covered part of his toned biceps.

“Are you sure? I could sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t turn this into one of those crappy films I hate.”

“We’ve got a higher budget,” the driver joked, staying beside the bed.

“Can I sleep by the window?” she asked, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked into his striking blue eyes.

“Are doors scary for you?” he teased, climbing onto the side of the bed she didn’t want.

“None of your damn business, Barbie,” she shot back.

They settled in, plugging in their phones and arranging the pillows to get comfortable, noticing how much the bed felt like a cozy den.

“Don’t snore,” Paul said, turning onto his side, thinking she might want to sleep back-to-back to maintain a bit of distance.

She yawned, rubbing her eyes. “I could talk, but I don’t usually snore,” she smiled, brushing short strands of hair away from her face as she turned toward the driver and touched his arm to make him roll over.

“Talk?”

"Forget I said anything"

“I wanted to play cards, but this bed is making me sleepy,” the Estonian whispered, watching her pinch her arm beneath the pillow while propping her head up with the other hand.

“Right?” she agreed, finding the warmth, the fabric softener’s scent, and the idea of waking up to breakfast with her friends lulling her eyelids shut.

“If you’re a good sleep buddy, I might bring you to Abu Dhabi,” Paul said as if he didn’t already have the tickets and passes ready on his computer.

“I can’t,” she chuckled.

“After a night of sleeping next to me, you will,” he replied, sweetly closing his eyes as he reached out to turn off the light. A few cookies dipped in milk, an avocado toast. Her body near his, carrying that unmistakable scent her skin took on from the perfume her mother had gifted her.

“Good night,” she said, adjusting herself one last time.

“Sleep well,” he smiled, his mind already clouded by sleep.

“And you were the one who wanted to play. God, you’re like a baby,” she teased.

“Shut up and sleep,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest so she could feel the soft fabric of his pajamas and tangle her legs with his athletic ones.

A croissant, a nice cup of honey tea.

Paul’s hands on her back, covering entire portions, and his arm holding her shoulder and face as if to protect her.

Dino and Elvira had planned it perfectly.

Because between one caress and the next, that night would not be easily forgotten.

~ not proofread or anything, but it's just out of my need of having a Paul, and I wanted you to read it as well :)

(I'm so so happy for his first win I'm becoming annoying)

[fvckingwolfstar]

Keen Eye

PART TWO

pairing: service top! Hozier x afab! plus size! reader

summary: You meet him at a club and you take him home.

genre: smut 18+

word count: 1699

cw: smoking, unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, p in v, kind of come eating?, he’s tall asf

author’s note: I told you I was taking matters into my own hands, and I DID!! don’t be surprised now! I also got my plus size babes, i see you and i love you 🫶

masterlist

smut under the cut

You saw him from across the room, sat at the bar and making small talk with the bartender. He wore an oversized coat with his hair tied back behind his head. You made your way over to him, fixing your dress as you went.

“You’re not from around here,” you say, sitting in the stool beside him.

“Keen eye,” he chuckles, sipping his beer.

“I’m intrigued, tell me more,” you said, smirking.

“I’m here on tour with my band,” he hums. “Andrew,” he says, sticking out a hand.

“Y/N,” you say, shaking it, “how long are you here?” you ask, ordering a drink.

“I’m leaving the city in two days, the show’s tomorrow night. Just exploring today.”

You lean on the bar, your head leaning on your hand, “So you’re just at a bar? Not at some big party?”

He mirrors your actions, head leaning on his hand against the bar, “I’m not much of a partier.”

You lean in close to him, “Wanna split a smoke outside? It’s too loud in here.”

He nods, standing up and offering a hand for you to take. You look up at him, taking in how he towered over you, “You’re tall as shit,” you say, taking his hand.

He laughs and walks you outside. He leans on the balcony and pulls a pack of smokes from his pocket, putting one between his mouth. You pull out a lighter and stand on your toes as he leans down to be eye level with you. You light the cigarette while gazing deeply into his eyes, “Thanks, love,” he says, his voice gravelly as he inhales.

You smile as he passes it over for you to inhale. He steps back quickly, and looks kind of awkward, “You nervous, Andrew?” You ask, stepping in to fill the space he made.

“Kind of, I’m not usually picking up girls from the bar,” he laughs, inhaling from the smoke, “not really my scene.”

“So you were here just for the drinks?”

“You could say that,” he thinks for a moment, “but you do have a charm about you.”

You laugh, “A charm? You really have a way with words,” you say, reaching up to push a strand of hair from his face. “You’re too tall, I can barely touch you.”

He smirks, “If that’s a problem, I can just” he leans down again, not leaving much space between you, “come down here for you.”

You hum, “Yeah, that’s nice,” I smirk, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back for a moment before you pull away. He leans in and kisses you again, putting his hands on your waist to pull you in. You hold the cigarette out as to not burn him. “We should probably finish the smoke and get out of here.”

He nods, taking it from your hands and taking a drag, “Good idea.”

You hum as you pass what’s remaining of the cigarette between you, “so mine or yours?”

“Well mine is a hotel shared with another guy, so probably yours,” he chuckles at his own joke. You nod, stubbing out the cigarette and throwing it into a nearby trashcan. You lead him to the front of a bar and wave down a taxi.

He opens the door for you and you crawl in, leaning into his side when he’s settled. He places on of his large hands on your thigh, rubbing the side of it with his thumb. You arm is wrapped around his as your breathing picks up from the simple touch.

Arriving at your place, he once again opens the door for you and you climb out, leading him into your apartment. “Sorry for the mess,” you hum, sliding out of your heels.

“It’s okay, it’s lived in,” he says, coming in behind you, almost crowding you with his presence.

You turn to face him and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. He kicks his shoes off as you drag him down the hall.

“Is this okay?” you ask, sitting him down on the edge of the bed.

“This is perfect,” he breathes out as you straddle him. You connect again in a kiss. He licked across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth allowing his tongue to explore you.

His hands slide up your tight dress, fiddling with the zipper on the back of it. You nod, giving him permission to free you from it’s confines. You stand, letting him slide it off of you easier. When he does, you’re left in nothing but your panties and fishnet stockings. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the curves and stretch marks of your body.

You bite your lip, becoming nervous for the first time that night. “Uhm,” you say softly, bringing your arms to cover your stomach, “all good?”

He nods quickly, pulling you closer to him again. “You look like an angel,” he says, kissing down your neck to your chest. He grips your breasts in his large hands, and they fill them out. “Marvelous,” he mumbles into your skin.

You giggle and look away, “Okay, I get it!”

His hands grip your ass and bring you incredibly closer to him, “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he almost begs, looking up into your eyes.

You think for a second, taking in the pleading expression on his face, “I want your hair down,” you say.

“Done, what else?” he asks, pulling his hair out of it’s bun, shaking it as it falls on his shoulders

“I want your clothes off,” I say softly, pushing a hair behind his ear again.

“Of course,” he says, sliding out of his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. As he slides them off of his gangly form he asks, “And?”

“I want your mouth on me,” you hum, imagining his beard tickling between your thighs.

“Anything else?”

“I want you to fuck me after.”

“Done,” he states, lying you on your back. He kisses down your chest and stomach, leaving hickies and bite marks down your torso. He praises every curve with his mouth and tongue, bringing you closer to the edge already without even meeting your core. He sucks marks onto your thighs between the holes of your stockings. He hooks his fingers into the fishnets and pulls you closer to him. Your breath hitches as his mouth makes contact with you over your panties.

He kisses your clit softly over your panties and grips your hips. You let out the softest whimper of “please,” and he melts into you. He pulls your fishnets and panties down at the same time, allowing them to become twisted on the floor. He kisses your clit again, looking up for your reaction. He sucks it into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. You arch your back and moan breathily as his mouth works on you.

He reaches his hand up and pushes one finger inside of you, rubbing your g spot as you pant above him. “Andrew,” you whine, gripping his hair tightly, pushing him more forward. His stubble scratches the inside of your thighs with a sweet burn. “More,” you let out, your voice shaking.

He pushes another finger inside of you and quickens the pace of his tongue. He pulls back and licks a stripe over your pussy with his tongue. You arch your back as he moves with you.

He continues his ministrations for what seems like ever before you finally fall off the edge, shaking and moaning like putty in his hands. His groans against your core sent shock waves up your spine as he ate you through your orgasm. He pulled away and kissed your thighs sweetly as you came down.

He crawled up beside you and stroked your hair, looking into your eyes, “Was it good?” he asks, almost sheepishly.

“Mhm, so good,” you pant, “Now fuck me,” you say, running your hands through his hair. He smirks and kneels in front of you. “This position?” you check with him.

“Yeah, I wanna see your face,” he says, kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes and smile softly.

“Corny,” you whisper, kissing him back. He laughs softly before kissing you deeper, your tongues exploring eachother’s mouths openly before you felt him position himself at your opening. You whine softly as he pushes inside of you.

He threads his hand with yours as he bottoms out, “Fuck, heavenly,” he breathes. You moan softly and wrap your free arm around his back, digging your nails into it.

“Big as fuck,” you pant, ignoring his praise. He chuckles against your neck quietly and begins thrusting into you. You moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure as he continued.

As he thrusted, you took the hand that held yours and guided two of his fingers into your mouth, humming around them. He let out a pant at the sight, “Fuck, baby.”

You moan around his fingers as he picks up the his thrusting. He grips the headboard as he watches you jerk with each of his thrusts, “Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he groans, pulling out of you and coming over your thighs and pussy.

Without being asked, he climbs down the bed and licks a stripe up your core again, not caring if he tastes himself. He slides his tongue inside of you, pressing against your g spot. He brings his hand up with rub your clit with his thumb mercilessly. Your thighs begin to shake with the force of his actions and he wraps his arms around your hips to keep you pinned to the bed.

You moan loudly, gripping his hair tightly as you come again. You push his head further into your core as you ride out the sensations. He moans against you, as he cleans you up with his tongue. He swipes away all of the come and liquids from your core and leaves a small kiss on your sensitive clit. He climbs out of your thighs and goes to kiss you softly.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he says softly into your ear. He wraps you in his arms and soothes you to sleep, kissing your head

[sunnysidevans]

One Summer In San Diego

Summary: After being left at the altar by who you thought was the love of your life, your father talks you into coming back home with him to San Diego. All it takes is one summer to change the face of your future.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Kazansky!Reader

warnings: 18+, swearing & some violence but mostly fluff nation.

authors note: I obviously can never write something short and sweet so please enjoy this novel of a fic.

The chapel was quiet. The once full pews just a few hours ago are now empty. You sniffle, surrounded by white, the bouquet of flowers sat in your hands. You really couldn't believe this had happened, you had your suspisions but never thought you'd be left at the altar on your wedding day. The doors open as you look up, mascara running down your cheeks.

There stood your father, a sad smile on his face as he took off his cap, making his way down the aisle. “I know baby” you sob, looking up at him as the tears flow freely. “What am I gonna do dad?” you whisper as he shakes his head, crouching down in front of you. He reaches forward, cupping your cheek and wiping the smudged mascara.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” he whispers with a sad smile.

Something about California was different. The sun was hotter and the people were in abundance. You sigh, standing on the sidewalk looking up at the house. How embarrassing was it having to fly back home as an adult and move in with your parents?

Rolling your suitcase up the walkway, the front door flies open. “You get your butt in here!” your mom yells from the top of the steps. “Honey!” she yells back to your dad as you pull the suitcase up the steps with a shy smile. Your father makes his way down the steps, smiling wide. “My little girl” he whispers, wrapping you in his arms as you sigh, falling into his chest.

He wraps you in his arms, watching as your mom shuts the door behind you. “Hi Admiral” you mumble into his chest, snuggling deeper into his cardigan. “Hi baby” he kissed the top of your head as you tried so hard to hold back your tears. “You are gonna find someone so much better than him” he mumbles against your hairline as you sigh.

“Thanks dad” you pull away with a smile as he nods, cupping your cheeks. “You are gonna thrive here I promise” he holds his pinky to you, wrapping your own around his, “thanks dad”. 

The childhood bedroom hadn’t changed from when you first moved to San Diego at 17. You stand in the doorway, looking at the posters that littered the walls. Pulling the suitcase in and kicking the door closed after you, falling into the bed with a heavy sigh.

“(Y/N)!” you groan into the pillow as your mom’s voice travels up the stairs. “We are having company over, come say hi!” you lift a hand and give a thumbs up even though you knew she couldn’t see you.

The opening of the front door and the muffled voices flow up the steps. Climbing out of bed,the smell of your fathers famous ribs seem to meet you at the end of the steps, you can't help but smile.

You take a deep breath and make your way to the kitchen. Maverick looks up from his drink with a grin, “(y/n)?”. You smile at your uncle with a sad smile, “hi uncle mav” he stands from his bar stool and walks around the counter, wrapping you in a hug.

“Good to see you kid” he mumbles, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“Who’s this?” A female voice asks, making her way in with your mother. “Oh, Penny, this is (y/n)” Maverick moves to the side, smiling at Penny who smiles at you. “My oldest daughter” your dad speaks up from the patio doors. “Hi Penny, nice to meet you” the two of you shake hands as she smiles. 

Sitting on the back patio of your parents home, the thoughts are running wildly in your head. “Hey” you look over, Maverick stands beside you. “Hi uncle mav” you whisper, pulling your knees back to your chest. “What’s goin on?” he asks, sitting on the edge of your chair, arm around your shoulders. “Talk to Uncle Mav” you laugh, leaning into his side as you sigh.

“I’m surprised dad didn’t tell you” looking up at him, his face couldn’t hide his lie, “nope”. The two of you chuckle as you shrug, “Luke cheated on me, so much for a wedding as he left me there” you whisper, the engagement ring still sitting on your left hand.

“Sweetheart, if you want the truth” he says, sitting the beer bottle on his knee as he looks down at you. “Luke did not deserve your kindness and didn’t deserve the title of your husband” you chuckle softly, “your father and I both felt that way from the moment we met him” you nod. “I know, it just hurts a bit”. He nods, motioning to your hand, “I say you pawn that or even yet, I’ll take you to the beach and throw it in the ocean” you laugh, nodding.

“You think?” he nods, kissing the top of your head. “I think it’s a good idea, let me know” he smiles, standing and making his way to the doors.

“Don’t think I missed the band on your left hand either Mav” he grins, “Penny has put up with me a long time kid, you’ll find your person”.

Friday nights in Fightertown were big. Everyone made their way to the bars surrounding the base, including yourself. Penny invited you to the hard deck to get a feel for it as she then offered you the bartending job on the weekends until you found your feet.

The jukebox was soft as it flowed through the bar, it was still early in the evening. Pushing through the door, you hold the purse strap closer to your shoulder and make your way through the grabby hands and prying eyes. “You made it!” Penny yells with a smile, you nod, walking to the bar with a shy smile. “I did!” she grins, motioning you back as she takes your purse and places it under the bar.

“Penny!” you turn at the sound of the voice, a smile breaking out on your face as Bradley Bradshaw stands with a confused look on his face.

“Bradley Bradshaw?” you whisper, hand on your hip as his brows furrow. He tilts his head as the smile of realization makes its way to his face, “(y/n) Kazansky?”. You move around the bar, hugging him tightly. He laughs, hugging your body to his chest. “Last I knew you lived in Nashville?” he questions as you shake your head, “uh” you shove your hands into the back pocket of the jean shorts with a shrug. “I did'' you trail off as he raises his brow, "My fiance left me at the alter so dad packed me up and brought me home" he gasps with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry to hear that Kaz '' you smile with a shrug, “As mav has told me, my person is out there” he nods, giving you a squeeze as his eyes fall to the pool tables. “My team is here, join us if you’d like! If I can steal her?” he questions, looking at the woman who was practically his step-mom.

“Go ahead” she grins, setting two beers in front of the two of you. You take the beers by their neck, following behind Rooster. “Rooster!” Phoenix is the first to acknowledge his presence, a smile on her lips. You follow behind with a shy smile, “hey guys!” He greets them, taking his beer.

“This is (y/n), an old friend” he introduces you to the squad. With a wave, you shake the hands of everyone.

“Oh, Married?” Phoenix questions, the bar was now brought to life, it had been hours of conversations with people you now can call friends. She notices the band on your left hand. “Oh uh” you look down at the engagement ring, “I was supposed to be..” you chuckle, looking up at her as you sip from the beer bottle, “I was actually supposed to be on my honeymoon right now, not back home with my parents”.

Her eyes widen, you stop her as her lips part, “do not be sorry, I should’ve expected it with the ring” you slip it off your finger slowly. She nods, “I am sorry, you seem great!” she encourages as you smirk, noticing the end of her drink. “Want another?” you ask as she nods eagerly “If you are buying” she smirks as you laugh, standing from the chair with a shake of your head.

“Obviously!” moving through the crowded bar, you make your way to the edge with a smile to penny. She smiles, giving you a one minute with her finger as you shrug. “What’s a beautiful thing like you doin up here by herself?” you cringe at the voice, looking over at the man who leans beside you. He was tall, dark hair with warm eyes.

“I’m not alone don’t worry” you mumble, smiling again at Penny.

She watches closely, “can I at least buy you a drink?” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “C’mon” he moves closer brushing his fingertips along your bare shoulders.

“Hey sweetheart” you jump at the warm arm making its way around your waist and the southern accent attached. Looking up at the man to the opposite side of you, he smiles down at you with his green eyes. “Hey babe” you grin, leaning into his body slightly, looking at the man beside you.

“This guy bothering you?” he asks, you chuckle as the man now shrinks in on himself, looking the two of you up and down. “No” he mumbles, walking away from the both of you. You turn to face the blonde, looking at him ready to tear into him.

He smiles, holding his hands up in surrender. “I come in peace, Trace sent me” you look over his shoulder, Phoenix  waves. “Are you in the squad?” he nods, holding his hand out with a smirk, “hangman, at your service madam or you can call me Jake” he brings your connected hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you for saving me.. Hangman” you smile at the grin that breaks out on his lips. “Of course, I love saving a damsel in distress"

The Hard Deck was always peaceful in the hours leading up to opening. You pick up the case of beer to set onto the shelves. “So” You look over at Penny's voice with a raised brow, smiling. “I noticed you got rescued last night” you chuckle, turning to face her. “I did by Jake?” you question as she smirks. “Hangman” she nods, following you out the swinging doors to the bar.

“I saw the smile on your face” she comments as you giggle, looking at her. “I was grateful that he helped me out” she nods, eyes falling out the window. “I know Hangman, he is a true southern gentleman” you nod, chuckling as the bar door opens. “Pen!” Rooster’s voice can be heard from the bar deck as his face is peaking around the door.

“Hey Kaz” you smile, looking over at him, waving. “Yes, Rooster?” Penny asks, pushing off the bar to walk towards him, “can we have some beers out here? We would come in but we’re covered in sand” he smiles sheepishly as she has her hands on her hips.

She chuckles, ‘yes darlin” the grin breaks out on his face as he turns and shuts the door. “Would you like to take some beers out to them?” she asks as you smile, nodding.

You pull out seven beers and pop the tops off all of them, carrying them by the necks as you pass a smirking penny. Pushing the door open, you stop short at the group of Aviators sitting on the back deck of the hard deck, panting and covered in sweat. You think you’d be used to it growing up around the Navy but they take you all by surprise. 

“Kaz” Rooster’s voice pulls you from the daze you were in, smiling wide at the group. “Sorry” you chuckle, walking to them and setting the beers down at the table. “Hey gorgeous” Phoenix pipes up from her seat, reaching out to give you a squeeze. “Hi” you chuckle, giving her a side hug.

“What did I miss?” you turn at the voice, the words on the tip of your tongue are gone.

Jake stands at the edge of the table, shorts low on his hips and aviators perched on his nose. “Hey” he nods to you with a grin, you smile back at him slightly.

You hadn’t felt the flutter in the pit of your stomach in years, a feeling you didn’t expect.

“If you guys uh- uh need anything let me know, i’m inside” you quickly move from Phoenix’s side and make your way inside. Penny is standing at the bar with a smirk on her face, she can see the flush of your cheeks from where she stands. “Penny!” you scold moving over to her at the bar, she holds her hands up in defense. “I know a crush when I see one” she whispers, as you look up at her through your lashes.

“He’s very handsome that’s all” you grin, turning around to walk back towards the coolers. “Whatever you say young lady!” she yells back, smirking as she looks out the window, Jake’s eyes following your movements behind his aviators.

“Tread lightly” Rooster says beside him, Jake turns to him with a raised brow. “Why’s that?” he asks as Rooster grins, “let's just say… hurt her, your military career is over” Jake nods slowly, looking back into the bar as you stand beside Penny.

The back door opens again and you turn to face a smiling Jake. Taking the glasses off his face his eyes land on your own. “Hi” you smile, looking at him as he makes his way in front of you. “Hi again” he grins, leaning on the bar with his aviators in hand. “Can I get you another beer?” he moves closer then and that's when you get the fresh smell of beer and you couldn’t pick up what his cologne smells like but it was almost intoxicating.

“Actually,” he grins “I was thinking maybe a date” you raise a brow, setting the rag down on the counter with a grin matching his own. “A date huh?” he nods, “if you want to, that is” he adds with a raised brow. “I think” you pull the quarter out of your back pocket with a grin. “That's a deal but on one condition” he eyes the quarter and nods slowly watching the smile grow on your lips again.

“Heads or tails?” you ask and he chuckles, watching the look of seriousness on your face. “I mean it, heads or tails” he thinks slowly and nods, “tails”.

You flip the quarter off your pointer finger and grin as it lands on the back of your hand. “Heads' ' you show him as he nods slowly, “means I get to pick our date” you smirk grabbing a napkin from beside you and scribbling on it delicately to not rip it.

“Here” you hand it to him as he smiles at the small heart attached to the 10 digits. “Text me yeah?” you grab the rag and make your way into the back office with penny. Stopping in the doorway of her office, she grins and looks up from her paper. “What?” she asks as you are standing there wide eyed, “am I crazy or did I just agree to a date?” she laughs, setting her pen down.

“With Hangman?” you nod as she grins. “Oh I can’t wait to tell Pete” she sits back in the chair with a grin. 

The closing shift was never bad at the hard deck, usually quiet with the soft stroll of the jukebox. You locked the door behind you, not alarmed to see the truck still parked, assuming someone took a cab home after having one too many.

Until the engine roars to life and you can hear the gravel under someone's boots. “Woah woah” The southern drawl is almost comforting as you face Jake at the bottom of the steps. “You scared the shit out of me” you whisper-yell as he grins. “I’m sorry beautiful, I just thought maybe you’d need a ride home” you smile, adjusting the bag on your shoulder as you look him up and down.

He stood in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that practically was stretched to its limits over his arms, “I uh, I do actually” you whisper, looking at him through your lashes. “But, I was actually thinking” you mess with the jacket in your arms as you walk down the steps to meet him at the end. “Wanna take a walk with me on the beach?” you raise a brow as he grins, holding his arm out to you, “lead the way”.

Linking your arm around his, you smile and slide the sandals off your feet and walk through the trail leading to the beach beside the Hard Deck.

The silence was comforting with Jake, he held you close as your arm stayed linked with his own, his other arm now carrying the sweatshirt you had brought with you. “What brought you to San Diego?” he looks down at you and immediately notices the shift in your shoulders. “It’s a long story” you admit, looking over to see his green eyes. “I have time” he grins as you stop in the sand, looking up at him, “then we may want to sit down”.

He sits beside you, leaning back on his hands as you sit tucked into his side, “I was supposed to get married two weeks ago”. Jake’s shoulder tense as he looks from the ocean over to you. “Luke, my ex-fiance, '' he nods in understanding, watching the way the moon lit up your features. “He cheated on me with a woman in his squad, left me at the altar. My dad found me and offered me to come home, so I packed up my life and moved back home with him” Jake grunts with a shake of his head.

“I can’t believe he did that, can I ask, is he Navy?” he asks as you shake your head with a laugh. “Weirdly enough, he’s Air Force” Jake scoffs with a smirk, “I should’ve known, those are the ones you gotta watch out for '' you giggle, head falling to his shoulder.

“I should’ve listened to my dad and Mav, they told me and I just thought” you trail off, looking out at the water, “thought maybe they were wrong but they weren't and that hurt more” he nods, resting his head on top of your own. “I understand. I can’t say I’m not happy this happened, then you would’ve never met me” he smirks with a confident smile as you laugh, nodding. “That is totally true” you smile, thinking back on it.

Just in the week you’ve been in Fightertown, you have met old friends and made new ones so maybe Luke’s mistake was your gain.

“This was a perfect first date” you say, looking over at Jake in the driver's seat. He smirks, “does this mean I get to pick the next?” he asks as you nod slowly. “I think so” you lean over, kissing his cheek and climbing out of the Chevy.

“Thank you for the ride” you say, leaning against the door frame as he grins, “anything for a pretty lady, that's what us Navy men do” he smirks as you giggle and look away from him, under the early hours the blush creeps up your cheeks. “Let me know when you have the time and we’ll” you shrug with a smile, “go on another” he grins as you wave and shut the door behind you.

Jogging up the steps of your parent’s home, turning back as the Chevy sat on the curb. You shut the door behind you and push the curtain aside and watch as Jake’s truck pulls away.

“You are home late” you jump at your fathers voice, turning to face him as his face remains stone. “Dad, I’m an adult” you add, moving to the end of the steps as his face breaks out into a grin, “I know, just like to give you a hard time” he holds an arm out towards you as you make your way up the steps. “Who brought you home?” he asks as you link your arm with his outstretched one, “uh” you hesitate as he smirks. “You can tell me” he adds, looking down at you with a raised brow. “Jake?” you question as he nods, face almost stone.

“Hangman..” you add, looking up at him through your lashes. “Jake Seresin?” he adds as you bite your lip and close your eyes. “I don’t like that you know his whole name, makes me think he is bad news” he shakes his head stopping outside your bedroom door, cupping your cheeks.

“He is an exceptional pilot. I think that’s nice” you nod, reaching up to hug him tightly. “Makes me feel better my dad might like this one” you whisper as he laughs, giving you a squeeze. “Go to bed” he laughs, nudging you to the bedroom. Laying back on your childhood bed,the phone buzzed beside you. You felt like you were in highschool again, smiling at the bright screen.

unknown : I had a nice time tonight, but don’t you worry I am sweeping you off your feet for the next one ;) 

You giggle, saving his number quickly to your contacts. Maybe coming home to San Diego wouldn’t be so bad.

+

Jake knew your second date had to be perfect. He had planned everything down to the minute. He took a deep breath and made his way up the steps of your home, knocking on the front door. Stood in a pair of jeans and a black button up, the bouquet of wildflowers in his hand as the door swings open, his mouth goes dry.

“Lieutenant'' He looked like a deer in the headlights as your father grinned from the front door.

Admiral Kazansky was your father.

Rooster's words finally made sense, “Admiral Kazansky '' he breathed. Iceman was a well respected man in the Naval Academy, Jake even looked up to him when he first enlisted. “Call me Tom '' he grins, motioning him in the house.

Jake nods slowly, walking into the foyer as he looks around the home. He couldn’t believe he missed all the clues of who you were or more of who your father was. “Honey!” Iceman yells up the steps as he turns to Jake. “Now” he crosses his arms over his chest and Jake can feel the fatherly chat coming. “I’m just looking out for my little girl okay?” Jake nods eagerly looking at your father. “I completely understand, sir" Jake is smiling at him, which takes your father by surprise.

“I know what she’s gone through and why she's here in San Diego. I also know how hard it was for her to agree to this date” Iceman nods as Jake continues. “I just want to show her how a real man is supposed to treat a lady, sir” he coughs slightly looking up at him.

You smile at the top of the steps, Jake proved himself so far almost perfectly, prove to dad. Taking a deep breath, you make your way down the steps, signaling both men to end their conversation. Jake makes his way to meet you at the end of the steps, holding a hand out to you. Taking his awaiting hand, you smile at him “hi” he grins, as he holds the flowers out to you.

“These are for you” smiling, you take the bouquet looking over at your parents as your mom now stands beside your father. “I’ll take those, I have a vase, '' she smiles,taking it from your outstretched hand.

You turn to Jake with a furrowed brow as he looks you over, “Jake?” he blinks, smiling. “Sorry, you look.. So beautiful” he whispers as you blush. “Let’s go” you smile, opening the door and leading him outside.

The sun was setting over the ocean, leaving soft pink hues in the sky. Sitting beside Jake on the small blanket as the breeze was slowly picking up. The restaurant he picked for dinner faced the ocean as the sand seemed so inviting.

Jake proved to you that it didn’t take much to make you happy, a simple meal and listening. “What’s goin on up there?” he asks as you look up at him with a raised brow. “You seem awfully quiet” he notes as you smile nodding. “I didn’t expect this. Not in a bad way but dates with Luke were… I paid for dinner and I made the plans” you lean into his shoulder, head falling into that space between his shoulder and jaw.

He scoffs, moving his arm to wrap around you. “I can’t get over this man. The more you tell me the more i hate him” you giggle with a shrug. You wanted to tell him he didn’t compare to him, in the few weeks you’d known Jake he didn’t ever compare to Luke. “Thank you” you look up at him, sitting up. “You’re welcome gorgeous" you blush, looking back out to the ocean as you stand. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore Jake” he nods with an understanding smile.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks as you back up towards the shore line. “Skinny dip” you admit with a grin, pulling the shoulders of your dress down as you soon let it pool into the sand.

Your back is to him, you don’t see him make his way up behind you, a smirk on his lips as he grabs you by the waist running to the water. You squeal, holding onto his arms tightly. Gripping his shoulders, you push his now wet hair out of his face. “Jake?” you whisper, legs wrapping around his waist as his arms link under your thighs. “What’s on your mind?” he asks as you smile, “you are the handsomest man I think I’ve seen in a long time” you admit as his smirk grows. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have seen in forever” he grins, nudging your nose gently. 

The sun was now set, cupping his cheek you can’t help the smile that matches his own. “You’re proving to me how a man should treat a lady” you whisper, his eyes widening “you heard that?” he looks away from your face, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Are you blushing?” you gasp as he shakes his head, “no I am not!” he laughs. “Oh my god Jake Seresin is blushing!” you squeal as he pulls you closer to his body, leaning in slowly. “Fine” he whispers against your lips, eyes looking from your lips to your face. “I was, you bring out the best in a man I suppose” you giggle, leaning down to connect your lips. 

The sun was peeking through the curtains as you groaned. The bed was comfier and the comforter seemed softer than the one in your childhood bedroom.

The weight of the arm across your waist brought you to the night you spent with him. Jake groans, rolling over onto his back. “For a man who wakes at a moment's notice for the Navy, you can’t for me?” you grin at the smile on his lips, kissing his jaw gently. “For you, anything” his voice was deep and full of southern drawl. You knew at that moment you wanted to hear it forever.

“Sleep okay?” you ask, head resting on his shoulder as he grins, “I did, how did you sleep?” he turns his head, lips resting on your hairline, hand seeking your own. “For the first time in a few months, almost perfectly” he grins against your skin.

The room fell silent in a comforting way as you snuggled closer to his body. “I can’t believe you got me in bed on our second date” you mumble with a smirk as he laughs. “I’m just that smooth gorgeous” he can’t help but to laugh as you giggle.

After your morning with Jake, you knew you were making the right choice. Standing at the shoreline behind the hard deck, you twirl the engagement ring around your finger slowly.

“Hey sweetheart” you jump, looking behind you as Maverick makes his way down the sand, “don't be mad” he says as you smile at him. “Why would I be mad?” he smiles “penny sent me down here with you” he admits as you shake your head. “I actually am glad she did, I-I need your help” he moves beside you. “Uncle Mav, I went out with Jake” you look over at him as he smiles, nodding slowly.

“How’d it go?” he asks, standing beside you as you turn back out to the water, “perfect”. He smiles, nodding slowly “so why do you need my help?” he asks. “Am I making a bad decision?” he bites his lip, “do you want the truth?” he asks as you nod eagerly.

“Complete truth” he nods, “Hangman is similar to your father. He’s cocky and a bit arrogant and I can say this about him, your father because he’s my best friend” he points out as you giggle, nodding. “But he’s also kind and gentle and takes care of the one he loves, when your father met your mother I saw a shift in him and I have seen a shift in Hangman”  you smile, moving closer to the other pilot as you take a deep breath.

“Okay” you smile, walking closer to the sand and taking a deep breath. “You got it!” maverick yells as the metal slips from your fingers and makes a small plop in the ocean.

“Luke is your past, I see Hangman as your future” Maverick smiles at the smile on your face.

+

It had been months since you landed  in San Diego.

Jake made it his mission to continue winning you and your father over. Jake always made his presence known at the Hard Deck so you knew he was always watching. “Gorgeous" You smile at the sound of his voice, looking over your shoulder as he stands in his service khakis. “Handsome” you grin, grabbing him two beers, one for him and one for Rooster.

He grins as you set them in front of him, “on me” you grin as he leans over the bar, kissing your forehead gently, “thanks beautiful”.

Turning back to the bar you lost track of the time, a usual occurance with a Friday night in the bar.

In seconds the atmosphere can change in a bar and within a millisecond, it did. The door opened and your eyes locked on his, Luke stood at the door with a few members of his squad.

Jake’s shoulders tense as he looks up from the pool table, he notices the tension in the bar as his eyes then fall to you. “(Y/N)?” Penny questions as you look at her with wide eyes. “Its really bold to be an Air Force pilot and walk into a Navy bar” you mumble as her eyes widen. “You okay?” she asks as you nod slowly, taking a deep breath. “He’s always been kind of an idiot, '' you mumble, turning to the customer in front of you.

“What’s goin on?” Rooster asks, standing beside Jake as he huffs slightly. ``I'm guessing, and this could be a long shot. I’m pretty sure that’s Luke'' Jake puts a hand on his hip as his green eyes follow the pilots. “That’s kinda stupid  to come into a Navy bar…” Rooster notes as Jake nods slowly. “Yeah, well it’s really stupid to cheat on your beautiful fiance but yet he did ''.

You don’t notice the brunette at your side, the woman who held a grin on her lips as the squad surrounded her. “Excuse me” she asks and your head snaps to her, her face falls at your face. “(Y/N)..” she breathes as you smile, watching the face of every other pilot around her. “Hi Katie” you smile, “what can I get you?”. Penny tries to hide her laugh as you put on the most bull-shit smile ever.

“Oh uh- Titos and soda please” you nod, turning to grab a glass. The whispers weren’t subtle as the rest of the squad realized who you were by the time Luke made it beside his now girlfriend. “Your tito’s, opening a tab?” you avoid his brown eyes as she nods slowly, handing a card over. “Perfect” you set it beside the register with her name, walking to penny.

“I need some air” you whisper, tossing the towel aside and making your way past Jake and the Dagger Squad, ignoring the voice of both men. “(Y/N)” you could throw up at the sound of his voice. It was almost as deafening as nails on a chalkboard. “What do you want?” you turn to face him, your face almost as stone. “What are you even doing here? Don’t you know this is a Navy bar?!” you seeth, as he holds his hands up in defense.

“I heard great things.. I thought i’d check it out” he looks over your shoulder as Jake makes his way out the door, beer in his hand as he stands behind you. Luke chuckles, “need a guard dog?” you follow his gaze, looking at Jake with a small smile as he watches your face almost shift.

“I don’t need a guard dog no, but it’s good to have someone who cares about my well being, someone to protect me” you mumble, head snapping back to Luke.

“You don’t need protecting from me (Y/n)” he says as you almost seeth at his words. “Oh? I don’t? I don’t need protection from the man who left me at the altar for another woman?” you question as his gaze falls. “I know you slept with Katie almost every single mission you flew, every deployment” you spit.

He raises his eyes as he smirks, “but yet it didn’t take you long to crawl into someone else’s bed” he eyes Jake who stands taller behind you. Moving closer to him, you let out a deep breath. “It didn’t. He fucks me better than you ever could, Katie can have you all to herself” you smirk at the raise of his eyebrows. “I suggest you leave” you chuckle as Luke shrugs, “why? What are you and the sea boy back there gonna do?” before you could think your hand connected with his jaw.

The doors fly open then, Rooster is moving in front of you as the rest of Luke’s squad makes their way outside. “I suggest you leave, now” your voice is almost deadly, dripping with venom. He looks at you, holding his cheek as you grin. “I always knew you were twisted. '' Laughing, you move from behind Rooster. “Don’t you know you never fuck with an admirals daughter! Cold as ice, Bitch” you spit as Katie is pulling him back.

“Go running back to your bitch” you walk back to Jake, who can’t help but grin behind his beer bottle, waving to the rest of the squad as they are helping Luke down the steps. 

“That was stupid” Jake looks up at you in sympathy as he applies the bag of ice onto your knuckles. “It gave me so much closure though” you smile, looking up at him as he stands between your thighs. “It was hot” he admits with a grin as you giggle. “I hope I didn’t upset you” he furrows his brows as he pulls the ice off your knuckles to look over the busted skin.

“Upset me?” you shrug, looking down now at your knuckles. “Saying I didn’t need you to protect me..” he shakes his head, “you’ve had to protect yourself for a while, I understand'' he admits as you nod, “You have your very own Doberman who will always protect you. If or when you need him” he winks as you laugh.

“I hope you know, I will always protect you. I vowed that the moment I met you” he admits, kissing your hairline gently as your eyes fall closed. “I will always protect you my love” you whisper back, looking up at him with a grin. “My love huh?” he smirks as you laugh,slapping his chest gently. “I like that one” he admits, leaning down closer to your lips with a smirk.

“Get over here” you smirk, pulling him into you by the collar, kissing him as if he’d slip away. “Let’s get you home my big bad lioness” he smirks, picking you up and over his shoulder.

+

Three years later.

The church was perfect. You stood outside on the sidewalk as you heard the motorcycle pull up. Looking over your shoulder, mav is dismounting the bike and pulling the helmet off his head. “There’s my girl” he grins as the tears well up in your eyes. “Uncle Mav” your lip quivers as he’s wrapping you in his arms. “Dad’s on his way, needs a moment to compose himself” Mav says with a laugh as you smile. “I know, he’s a big ol softy” he grins as the escalade pulls up to the curb and your father steps out.

“Are you waiting out here for me?” you smile, holding a hand out to him with a nod. “I need my dad to walk me down the aisle don’t i?” you ask as he grins, taking your hand. Walking inside, the two of you stand by the two double doors.

“It’s different this time,” you whisper, looking up at him. “It is, you are marrying a good man” he smiles, kissing your head as the doors open and music begins. “And i can’t be more proud of you” he smiles, facing the end of the aisle where Jake stands.

Jake’s lip is quivering, looking down to avoid more tears but his eyes fall back to you just as quickly. “Dude” Coyote whispers to him as he looks over at his best man, “You can cry '' Coyote adds as Jake nods, a sob falling from his lips. By the time he looks back down the aisle you are almost in front of him.

He looks over at your mom, who sits proudly waiting for the two of you. “Hangman” Iceman grins as he is handing you over to the pilot, who smiles at him in a nod of thanks. The ceremony was beautiful, the soft hues of orange sat along the venu.

Everyone made their way to the reception as you sat down on the end of the aisle. This time, Jake stands at the end at the double doors with a smile on his face. “What is my beautiful bride doing in here?” he asks, hands in his pockets as you smile, looking up at him.

“Thinking” you admit, standing to meet him halfway down the aisle. He smiles, making his way down to you and wrapping you in his arms. “Thinkin about what?” he asks as you smile, running your hands along his arms. “How I saw myself here three years ago except, it wasn’t this beautiful, wasn’t this perfect” you smile up at him as he grins. “Three years ago you were expected to marry a boy,” he says as you giggle.

“Yet, I married a man who showed me the right way to love a woman” he grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead as your eyes fall closed. “I am just a man who wanted to give the beautiful woman the world” you smile as his forehead falls against your own.

The day your father picked you up from the altar floor played in your mind. His kind words and his encouragement to come back home with him to San Diego would've never had you end here, in the arms of someone who made you his world.

You couldn’t be more thankful for that summer in San Diego.

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[luveline]

Lovely Jade maybe you could write something about Roan finding a kitten on the street and hiding it in her backpack

🧡.

thank you so much for your request! eddie and roan —roan's acting suspicious. you and eddie investigate. stepmom!reader, 1.5k.

Roan comes in through the front door with a sweet smile. Living in your cul-de-sac has meant you don't mind too much if she wants to go out to play alone, where before Eddie would insist on sitting on the porch of the trailer, worried someone would come barrelling down the road seventy miles an hour. 

"Hi, princess," you say, leaning down with your arms propped on the counter. You're putting the finishing touches on a drawing using the sunshine. Nothing special, just a sketch for fun. 

"Hey, mommy." 

You preen at the title. Being a stepmom is awesome, especially when she feels comfortable enough to call you mom. "Is it home time for Georgia?" 

"Yeah, she's gone home for dinner." 

"Are you hungry? Daddy's still at Uncle Gareth's, so I'm in charge of food."

You turn around when you get no answer, waving your pencil at an empty kitchen. "Roan?" 

"I'm coming back!" She shouts from the top of the stairs. 

You raise your eyebrows. "Okay!" you shout back. "I get to choose dinner, then? What's that, you want chicken pot pie?" You smile. Eddie loves chicken pot pie, especially when you make it. 

You put your sketchbook and pencil case on the kitchen table and spray down the countertops. The motions of cooking are well worn now; you know how to make every recipe for two and a half people. You wash your hands, grab the canned puff pastry, and get to work. 

Roan appears again as you're spreading a little bit of flour over the counter, running to the sink. She kicks her stepping stool to the counter and climbs up to wash her hands. She looks cagey.

"Anything I should know about?" you ask.

Roan squirts dish detergent into her palm, strawberry scented rivulets running between her little fingers before she's had time to rub it in. You set aside your rolling pin and pick up the soap to put a small dollop of it in her other hand.

"Say?" you ask, stroking her bedraggled hair away from her face. 

"Nothing for you to know about." 

You turn her head to yours, water spitting at your shirts as she washes her hands hurriedly. "Hey." You frown, gaze narrowing on a bloody scratch that's caught the bottom of her right cheek. "Aw, bubby, what happened?" 

"It doesn't hurt," Roan says flippantly. 

"You're gonna have to let me wipe it clean, still. Okay?" 

"Yeah, mommy. Whatever you want." 

You bite the inside of your bottom lip to tamp down an embarrassingly huge smile. "Okay. Good girl on the hand washing, you gonna help me make dinner, huh?" You kiss the top of her head. "I'm so lucky, my girl's so helpful." 

"Can I go get changed first?" she asks. 

"Yeah, bub. Want help?" 

"No!" she shouts hopping down off of stool. She'll probably have to wash her hands again when she returns, but you're too happy to care. She's gorgeous, she's a sweetheart, and she loves you like a mom. 

You turn back to the pastry and roll out the bottom of the pie. You'll refrigerate it while you make the chicken filling and the roux. Which one to make first? You might have done things in the wrong order. 

"Ro, are you almost done?" you shout, blinking back to attention. "Let me look at that scratch, babe!"

Arms around your waist. You thought you heard the door. 

"What scratch?" Eddie asks, dipping his face down to the juncture of your neck, where he plants a warm kiss. 

"On her cheek. I let her go out with Georgia, I hope that's okay. Only in our street." 

"That's okay," he assures you. He hugs you with kind arms, not squeezing like he tends to, completely and utterly loving. You can't hug him while your hands are covered in flour, leaning back instead to soak in all his affection. "What's the scratch from?" 

"Yet to be determined." 

Eddie hums and holds you. You cave in to dirtying him, painting his forearm with white fingerprints as you hug it to your ribs. You let your head flop back, tickled by his exhales where they kiss your neck. 

You and Eddie stand there in quiet bliss. Then, from upstairs, you hear a strange sound.

"Is Roan back in her cat phase?" 

Eddie tilts his head away from you. His hand retreats from your abdomen where it'd been resting, braced on your hips. "Ro…" He groans. "Not again." 

"Eddie?" 

He takes your hand. "She has a cat in her room." 

The meows become clearer the further Eddie leads you up the stairs. You wipe as much of the flour on your hands onto your pyjama pants as you can, but it's a mess. Eddie can't complain —how often does he get car grease on you? 

"Roan Ayla Munson," Eddie says through the closed door. "I better not find anything in there that I'm not supposed to."

You startle at the use of her middle name. You didn't even know Roan had a middle name until a couple of months ago; you always thought Eddie skipped giving her one. Apparently he thought Ayla was the same as Aella, an Amazonian fighter who wielded twin axes. Ayla, in contrast, means a few things. Bringer of light, in Finnish. Circle of light around the moon, in Turkish. Oak tree, in original Hebrew. You love all three definitions, but bringer of light feels most accurate. 

Bringer of cats might be more astute at the moment.

"I don't have anything, daddy!" 

Meow. 

"I think you're lying to me. Last chance, bubby." 

A vehement shushing noise, a meow, and a defeated sigh sound through the door. Weight hits the floor, footsteps creeping closer. You and Eddie wait in apparently very different moods for her to open the door. 

Roan holds a wriggling kitten in her small hands. She's wearing a nightgown over her sweatpants like she'd started changing and forgotten. Her arms are covered in red scratches. The kitten yowls when it sees you and Eddie, likely finding you both to be more intimidating than your poor girl.

"Oh, babe," you fret breathlessly, "Eddie, take the cat." 

"Dad–" Roan starts. 

"Look at your arms," he interrupts with a tandem worry, taking the kitten from her.

You pick Roan up with ease, careful not to touch her pale arms. She tries to explain herself as you carry her down the stairs, "I found her behind Old Man Michael's house, she looked so sad and you said we should be nice to everything we meet, even if we don't like the way they look," she says. 

"I meant about spiders and ants and stuff," Eddie says, holding the angry cat in front of his chest cautiously. "You know, we don't have to kill little creatures if we don't have to. I didn't mean you should kidnap kittens." 

"She looked hungry." 

You put Roan on the clean bit of counter between the stove and the sink and frown at her arms. "Sweetheart," you murmur sympathetically, "don't these hurt?" 

"Well, I…" 

You shoot Eddie a look. He stares the kitten in the eyes rather than meet your own, seemingly distracted. Fine, you'll try parent by yourself, even if you're no expert yet. 

"What?" you ask patiently. 

"I was hiding her in my backpack, but she didn't like it. She thinks it's too small." 

"I bet so." You're thinking, Eddie, what are we gonna do? And, Ouch, these are going to hurt. "Ro, is this how you got the scratch on your cheek? You're lucky he didn't scratch you in the eye." 

"I think he's a girl," Roan says. 

This is less important to you than the scratches, but you amend yourself anyways. "She could've blinded you." 

"I think you're in trouble, Ro. We already talked about this before, didn't we? No stray cats in the house," Eddie says.

"I already told you, dad! Rufus and Steve let themselves in, I didn't used to do that." 

You wash your hands swiftly and grab the first aid kit from under the sink, pulling out the blue disinfectant spray that Roan hates. She winces at the sight of it as you expected, pulling her arms against her tummy. 

"It won't hurt anymore than the scratches did when the kitten did them," you say gently.

Roan shakes her head. 

You put the disinfectant between her knees and lean in. "I'll make daddy make cookies, yeah? You be brave and let me clean your scratches and we'll have warm cookies and ice cream."

Eddie breaks out of his stare off, taken aback. "It's her own fault," he says, though he's smiling. 

"She was trying to do a good thing. And look at her little arms, Eds, hasn't she been punished enough?" you ask. 

The kitten kicks its legs weakly. "What the heck are we gonna do with her?" Eddie asks. 

"We could keep her," Roan says. 

"Don't push your luck, Roro." 

You lift the disinfectant spray. Roan seems apprehensive still, so you look her head on and wink. "I'll try my best," you whisper.

Roan holds out her arms with a grin.

[novashelby]

Evie: The Nativity Disaster

Summary: Tommy Shelby is excited his little baby girl is the star of the play. Unfortunately for everyone, it doesn't go too well...

This was the first ever Evie thing I wrote and posted. Until now, it was only available on Ao3 and Wattpad. To start off the Christmas spirit, I am posting it on here! Please enjoy. :) Thank you strangergraphics, again for the divider.

Evie was an oddity. Everyone knew it, but just sort of accepted it. If attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder was a thing in the early 1900's, doctors would have slapped that label right on her forehead. But unfortunately, she was just a “rowdy kid”. Despite that, she’d been the only light in Tommy’s heart since the war. Despite just nine being abandoned by her mother, it was her who always happened to take care of him. In the oddest of ways, honestly. “Evie,” Tommy said, climbing down the stairs for breakfast. “Can you tell me why my window is open in my office? And bird feed is just…glued with honey on my desk?” He thumbed back up the stairs. If it was anyone else, he’d be a bit miffed. But with Evie, he needed to keep an even, calm tone. 

With a mouth full of porridge, “you said you liked the birds, daddy.”

“Yes, Evie, but not in the fuc-not in the house,” he sighed. Polly poked her head out of the kitchen, eyes bewildered. Tommy caught a glance, sighing, “I got it out, Pol.” He cupped the girl’s chin, tsking as he wiped the porridge from her mouth. “You need to think a little better, hmm? Now, have you got your costume for the play?” 

It was 1920 Christmas Eve. Evie had just turned ten years old two months prior. Lucky for her, Mother Superior had chosen Evie for such a big role. Mary. The Mother Mary. Mary of Nazareth. Such a commitment for a small girl. And lucky for Finn, Polly volunteered him for the role of Joseph of Nazareth. It was in effort to get more involved in the church and Evie’s school activities. 

And lucky for all the babies in the world, Mother Superior decided on a doll to play little baby Jesus. But not so lucky for everyone sitting in the Saint Anne’s children’s theater that Evie’s best friend, Martha O’Connell, was playing an angel holding a candle. A real candle with a flame. But we can’t put all the blame on poor Martha who was doing the job she was not being paid for. 

And how lucky for Grace, who for the first time, was joining a real family function that had nothing to do with business. 

It was a beautiful evening, really. Christmas Eve, when everyone could have been home, shoving their faces with whatever it was, were graced with such a show. Evie awkwardly walked out, looking stiff as ever. “Oh for fucks sake, Esme,” John hissed, opening the back door and pushing her and the four children in. “I told you we had to leave at six. Next time, start your bloody hair at noon.”

Tommy didn’t even need to look back to know who was making the ruckus. “Always my fuckin’ family, eh?” he cursed, annoyed as he gave a lengthy lecture the night before on how no one better ruin his baby girl’s performance. It’s her eighth function this year, Tommy, Arthur groaned, but agreed…unwillingly…to go. Poor little Evie, up there with stage fright, joined all the glances looking at John. Polly hissed for him to sit his bloody arse down. 

Nervously, poor Evie sat on a stool, listening to Jennie Joyce say, “ A long time ago in a town called Nazareth there lived a young woman called Mary and a young carpenter called Joseph. They loved each other very much and they also loved God very much. Mary of Nazareth was very special because God had chosen her to be the Mother of His Only Son. God sent the angel Gabriel to ask Mary if she would be the Mother of God.” That’s when Martha entered, a candle shaking in her hand. 

“ Mary, you are the chosen one. Soon you will have a baby boy. He will be very special. He will be the Son of God and you must call him Jesus,” Martha said, wincing as she tried very hard not to burn the place down. She slowly exits and pauses, giving Evie a look. “Exit,” she mouthed. Finn sighed, and waved to her. Poor Evie, not being able to read lips, squinted. “Exit the stage!” 

“She forgot to exit,” Tommy sighed, trying to catch her attention. Evie looked at the audience. “ EXIT!” he mouthed, trying to be discreet, pointing to the right stage exit. Huh? She mouthed. “Oh bloody fuckin’ ‘ell,” he rubbed his temple. Grace winced trying to help him, standing and pointing with both fingers. That is when Finn walked on stage and grabbed her arm.

“ Come on, wife ,” he said, hooking his arm with hers. “ We must leave now . ”

Evie whined, pulling her arm back. “That isn’t the line,” she whispered.

“Yeah, well you forgot to exit,” he grumbled.

She panicked and gasped, “oh, shit!” When she realized she said it far too loud, she covered her mouth and said, “sorry!” The audience started to laugh. She ran off and Finn quickly followed, his fake beard falling from his face. The play went on, but not any smoother. The church was lended a donkey for the show under the conditions the children didn’t feed it. It was on a special diet. Let’s feed it! Was what they all said when Mother Superior left backstage. 

“ Mary rode to Bethlehem on a donkey, with Joseph walking by her side. Remember, Mary was about to have a baby, so it was a very long dangerous journey. Mary and Joseph were very grateful to their faithful donkey who carried Mary so bravely and so carefully ,” Jennie went on. 

Arthur, half dozing off, squinted and looked at his flask then back on stage. “Fuckin ‘ell, is that a real jack arse up there?” 

“Evie,” Finn whined. “Your lines…your lines.”

“Oh, right,” she nodded. “Thank you, Donkey….” She slid off, her blue scarf getting disheveled. As she slid off, she got a whiff close to its behind. “Jesus….Too many cheese cubes for you, Arnold.” 

From the back, one of the other children shouted, “no problem!”

“Oh my god….” Finn was about to blow a gasket! “Does anyone here actually remember their bloody lines, but me? No problem. No problem!? You’re supposed to say ‘you’re welcome!’ No one in bloody Bethlehem said no problem, Duncan!” he shouted and poor Aunty Polly was mortified. 

“No one spoke English in Bethlehem, Shelby!” he shouted back. 

Finn threw up his fist, but Evie grabbed him, “Finn, your beard…Arnold’s eating your beard.”

John tapped on Tommy’s shoulder, “and what were you saying last night? About us ruining your baby girl’s performance?”

As life, it went on and on and on. “ During the night Mary gave birth to Jesus. She wrapped him in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger full of hay. ” 

Before putting the doll on the hay bed, Evie with her fumbling hands, dropped the doll. “Oh, no!” she cried, as it fell and everyone gasped as baby Jesus lost his head and it rolled down and off the stage. Mother Superior nearly died! She cried and held her chest. How could her performance go so wrong?! Evie quickly scrambled and grabbed the doll's head, shoving its mangled body in the bed. That’s when Martha entered again with that damn candle. Candles and hay don’t mix very well, and so when she dropped the candle and hay lit up like everyone’s tree, people started to panic. 

“Right,” Tommy said, smacking his hands on his knees and getting up. “I’m going to get the car, I’d appreciate it if everyone just followed.” 

Finn was done. He was completely done. Rage quitting, he took off his cloak and half eaten beard, and threw it on the ground. “I quit!” 

“Finn, my linens!” Polly cried. He stormed off stage while the other boys poured water on the hay bed. Poor Martha was never allowed to hold a candle again, and Evie? She would best serve not as a lead character. Evie followed after Finn. In one car, six people were shoved. 

“I think it went rather well,” Arthur said.

“Yeah, Arthur,” Tommy said. “Things tend to go rather well when you’re drunk, don’t they, eh?”

“Things go better when certain people can remember their lines,” Finn grumbled. He glared at Evie who just pouted. 

“Don’t listen to him, baby girl,” Tommy said, smiling at her through the mirror. “You were the best one up there.”

Giggling, she stuck her tongue out and said, “thank you, daddy.” Her eyes traveled down to Finn’s shoes, and pinched her nose. “You stepped in Arnold’s shit.” Out of everyone, poor Finn had the roughest night. That was for certain.

[sh0ek0]

midnight love (part 4)

please find the other parts via my masterlist in the pinned post on my blog!

pairing: megumi x f!reader summary: after surprising you on your 21st birthday, you ditch your friends to be with Megumi and finally talk. How will things be between the two of you, after everything that happened? genre: angst, but there's smut in the end heh content warning: !aged up characters!, college au, abusive/toxic relationship and dynamics, dark content, euphoria inspired dialogue (the part in the car is heavily inspired but I just love that conversation), mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking/cigarettes, explicit smut I guess lol word count: 6.7k

a/n: honestly, even if one person likes and comments on my writing it motivates me to keep going so thank you @denkisupremacist ily. also thanks to everyone else that commented/liked/reblogged the other parts. if u want to be tagged just dm me <3

recommended songs: midnight love - girl in red / I THINK - Tyler, The Creator / Altitude - Montell Fish / Exscape - Montell Fish

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ! MDNI ! 18+

It wasn't that you liked lying to your friends. But as soon as you stepped back into the bar and slipped the necklace Megumi had just given you into your pocket, you knew you had to come up with an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"There you are!"

Yuji and Yuta were standing in front of you. They had both put on their jackets and looked at you with relief as you walked through the door.

"We came to check on you, you've been gone for almost half an hour," Yuji says, and you see Yuta's eyes follow your hand as you stuff the necklace into your pocket, but he says nothing.

"Uh—sorry, guys I could’ve texted one of you," you mumble, "my mum, she, uh, just had a lot to talk about." 

Yuji’s is about to return to the others and take you with him to complete his mission as you link arms with him, when suddenly you both hear Yuta clear his throat. You spin around, feeling caught as you see the tall boy still standing there, frozen in place, his expression telling you that he didn't buy your story. 

You hesitate for a moment, but then you give Yuta a questioning look.

"Really? Did something happen? I mean, it's late, why didn't she call you earlier if she wanted to talk?", Yuta asks and you let go of Yuji's arm, who oblivious to the suggestiveness in Yuta's voice. You watch him make his way back to your table before turning back to Yuta.

"No, everything's fine," you start as Yuta avoids your gaze and looks outside through the large windows in the entrance, as if he expected someone to be waiting there, "I guess my mum just misses me.

"Are you waiting for someone or shall we go back?" you finally ask him with a smile on your lips as he turns back to you.

"The texts that popped up on your phone earlier weren't from your mum, y/n." 

You flinch, barely noticeable, as you hear what Yuta says to you. You had already turned away from him to join the others, deciding that if he wanted to investigate any further, he could do so on his own.

"Yuta, please…", you groan and look at him, rolling your eyes.

Now you really wanted to avoid him, so instead of going back to the others, you made your way through the people towards the bar in the back.

"No, stop avoiding me, I know he texted you." You heard his voice from right behind you. Great, he followed you.

"What do you want to hear now?", you ask him, turning to look him straight in the eye. He holds your gaze, towering over you as he takes off his jacket. You climb onto one of the stools by the bar and cross your arms like a stubborn child.

"I want to hear that you're not only getting older but also more mature, y/n," Yuta sighs, plopping down on the bar stool right next to you.

"How long have we known each other now? Three years? Four years? You were already Maki's best friend when I met you two."

"What’s you point, Yuta? Is it because of Maki? I don't think he'll do anything to her, I can assure you..."

"No, y/n, he won't do anything to her, but he will do something to you, and you don't want to realize that."

"Yuta, he said he’s sorry, he was drunk and he saw me with Choso, that was kind of my fault, I-", you protest, "I triggered that reaction." 

You could see the spark of desperation flash across Yuta's face. It wasn't your fault, you didn't provoke him, you didn't trigger his reaction - but you weren't ready to admit that. 

"He would never hurt me on purpose, I think he just needs... help," you added, "I can help him."

Yuta pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a tiny moment. His sigh was clearly audible, he rubbed his temples as if his head hurt. 

"None of us can protect you," he admitted, before taking a deep breath, "and I can't bear to hold my girlfriend in my arms over and over again while she cries because her best friend wakes up next to her from a panic attack five nights in a row, because she was assaulted and almost strangled by a guy she thinks loves her."

His words force you to look up at him and your eyes widen as you realize what he had just said. Maki has always been so strong for you, you don't remember when you last saw her crying, and now you realize how selfish you have been. You were only able to put up with everything Megumi had done to you because your friends were there to catch you.

"And I'm afraid of the day I'll find out that this guy has gone too far and I'll never be able to see my friend again." Yuta takes one of the two beers he ordered for both of you and takes a sip.

You swallow, amazed at how quickly this conversation had turned.

"Yuta, you know Megumi, you know what his problems are, I can't leave him, I love him," you blurt out, "I can't leave him."

"I haven't really known him for a while now, and I think he needs therapy before he's allowed to ever come near you again."

"You're not his personal punching bag, fuck, y/n, I've seen that before with my mum and my - my dad." 

Your heart starts beating faster as you listen to what he reveals. He's never told you that before.

"He won't change," he mumbles, taking another sip, his gaze averted from you.

"That," his eyes were on your neck now, making you want to turn away from him, "you can still cover up. Next will be the black eye and the broken nose."

"If you’re lucky," he adds quietly. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

It was just like the conversation with Yuji, you just couldn't argue, you had no arguments. You could justify everything to yourself, but to Yuta? To Yuji? To Maki? Of course they were right, but you didn't want to hear it. You didn't believe that you could be alone and you didn't believe that you could ever love another person the way you loved Megumi. What could you say to your friends, your friends who had been worried from the beginning? 

Megumi had once belonged to this group, until he changed more and more and your relationship grew more difficult. 

So you wondered what you should tell your friends in the future. Right in this moment, you couldn't even look Yuta in the eye, especially him, he had been the first to notice…

"Let me go, Megumi, you’re hurting me," you begged, pressed up against the wall. It was dark, of course it was, you went out tonight with all of your friends and you were far away from the dance floors upstairs. It was so dark that you could barely make out his face, only occasionally did a few lights flash across his features.

He had one hand on your hip, his fingers digging into your bare skin, while the other had a firm grip on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. 

"What was that, huh?", he spat at you, he was nearly fuming, his body pressed up against yours in an attempt to keep you in place, "Were you flirting with him? I saw the looks you gave him."

"'Gumi he’s in one of my seminars, it was noth—ow!" You grimace in pain as his hand leaves your hip and grabs your upper arm instead, pulling you along with him. He walks a few steps until you are at the foot of the stairs leading up. Megumi rears up in front of you, towering over you as he forces you a few more steps backwards into the cramped space between the stairs and the wall.

"No, stop, what are you doing, I don’t-", you protest, but you have no chance to escape, "Stop this nonsense, Megumi, nothing happened, let me..."

"You’re dressed like a fucking hooker for what, hmm? For him?", he growled, the tone of his voice silencing you in an instant, "Wanna show me what you wanted to do to him?" He pushed you against the wall. You groaned as you lost your balance for a second and hit the back of your head.

"Come on, don’t be so shy now." 

You stared up at your boyfriend, trapped between him and the wall behind you. His hands were groping all over your body, and you felt his right hand move up to grab your chin again, but this time it didn't stay there. Instead, his fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly, but none of that seemed familiar. He had done this before, in another setting, he knew you liked it, but this time was different. Even though it was dark, you could see the lust in his eyes, but there was none in yours. And you could feel how upset he was, he was angry and rough and you knew that he didn't care what you wanted at the moment.

"Stop, I—I don’t want this, let me go," you sobbed and tried to wriggle out of his grip, "Megumi, please, let me go…"

"What the fuck, man, leave her alone."

You looked up to see Yuta rushing down the stairs, grabbing Megumi by the shoulders and pulling him back without waiting for any more context. He read the situation right, so he didn't need you to confirm anything for him. 

He heard you the first time.

"Fuck, man, what was that supposed to be? What's wrong with you?", he shouted at him, pushing him back, further down the hall. Yuta actually was a bit taller than Megumi and was able to keep him in check, even if he fought back. You had probably never seen Yuta this upset and Megumi seemed to think the same, but you had no intention of staying to see what they would make of it. 

As soon as Megumi was busy with Yuta, you gave him a thankful look and hurried up the stairs, right into Maki’s arms. She quickly realised what was going on and sent Yuji to separate the two. 

After that, you left with her and Nobara and that was the first of many nights you spent in Maki's bed, instead of your own.

"Hey, guys, there you are," Maki interrupts the two of you as she walks over to her boyfriend and puts her arm around his waist.

Noticing that the others have also gathered around you, obviously ready to leave, you look in the other direction and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes. 

"We've decided to move on," Yuji says excitedly, "we'll either go to another bar or back to our apartment, what do you think?"

"That's actually a good idea," Yuta chimes in, standing up and grabbing his jacket before taking Maki's hand, "let's go."

You stand up as well and take your chance while you can.

"Guys, I would love to come with you, but I have to retake an exam on Monday and I think I really need to catch up on some sleep," you explain, and you're not even lying, "Shoko offered to drive me home, she's already waiting for me outside, so I think I should go."

Well, that was a lie.

Your friends protest, but you ignored them - you had already put on your jacket and were about to give each of them a big hug.

"Thank you for the surprise," you say and wave goodbye, "Honestly guys, it was so much fun with you, thank you."

You smile and did your best to avoid their glances, trying not to look at Yuta, Choso or Maki, who had probably already seen through you as well.

"See you," you mumble and turn around, taking your phone out of your purse to text Megumi before you had even left the bar.

You grin to yourself, eyes glued to you phone as you push open the door, your other hand fishing the necklace out of the pocket of your jeans. You put your phone back in your purse before you put your necklace back on when you hear another notification.

Megumi had sent you his location, so you followed the map on your phone screen without looking back. You were already quite far away and out of sight, but if you had turned around, you would have seen how your friends left the bar. And then you would have seen how Gojo and Getou were standing outside with them, with Shoko in their middle, waiting for the others. 

Shoko, who, as you told them earlier, was supposed to drive you home.

You are just about to get into his car as a call from Maki appears on your screen. Instead of answering it, you reject the call, and you lean over to Megumi to kiss him. Then you turn off your phone.

***

I know I don’t want to Be the one that you run to When you got nowhere else to go When you need some love

You watched as Megumi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, while you were silently listening to the music playing in the car. He had one hand on your thigh and while he was driving the two of you sat in comfortable silence. The setting was much too familiar for you to be nervous around him.

"Why did you not even hesitate for a second when I texted you earlier?"

I know I’m the last one You try to call but I always give in To give  you  it  all

"What?", you ask after a moment. You understood what he said, but still.

"I know I hurt you, I mean-" He looked over to you, before turning back to the street.

"I mean, not only physically but also.. emotionally." 

Yue. 

The images of him being all over her came back flooding to your brain and you just shook your head as if you were trying to get those thoughts out of your mind. 

"Can we not talk about that?", you ask and try to smile at him, while you feel his hand squeezing your thigh.

I can’t be your midnight love When your silver is my gold

Megumi stays quiet after that. You sink deeper into the seat and think about the last time you sat here, think about what you said to him.

"Sometimes I feel like you've ruined me forever," you say after a while, staring out of the windshield in front of you. You let your head fall back against the headrest, before turning to look at him.

In this light, I swear I’m blind In this light, I swear you’re mine

"Well, it does sound romantic when you say it like that," Megumi replies after thinking about your words for a little while.

"I still love you, you know that?" He looks at you.

"Yeah, you said that, after kissing me goodbye earlier," you mumble, not taking your eyes off him,

"But why, though? Why do you love me, when you do all this?"

You can see that he thinks about your question for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s probably not quite what you wanted to hear. Rather, you wanted to hear why he hurt you so much, again and again, when he said he loved you.

"'Cause you’re smart. And cruel, in a way, but not really. You’re so beautiful I don’t ever get tired of looking at you."

"Not really smart?", you ask.

"Not really cruel," Megumi says.

You nod and you don’t say anything after that, at least not for little while. Instead, you watch the lights go by as the car pulls off the highway and slows down after another few minutes, eventually coming to a stop and you realize you're in the parking lot in front of Megumis dorm building. 

You look over at him, once again.

"You know, it’s funny that you say that," you observe, "it’s funny because that’s something I didn’t really realize until after you broke up with me."

"That you’re the cruel one, and not me."

You swallow and feel his hand leaving your thigh to turn off the car.

"Did you know that I loved you?", you ask, without taking your eyes off of him, "Of course you know that, I’ve told you often enough."

You told him right in this car, a few weeks ago. The exact same thing.

"I’ll probably sound like a broken record but I’m not talking about obsessing over you, or fighting or fucking," you declare and your hands start trembling, "I’m talking about love."

"Did you feel loved by me?" The question rolls of your tongue so easily but the minute you asked, you were afraid of the answer.

"I don’t know." He says, almost to quiet for you to hear him. That’s what you were afraid of.

"I don’t know if I feel anything, really," he adds,

"I just know that I love you. And I haven’t stopped, ever, since the moment I first saw you."

I hope that the right time one day arrives So I’ll be willing to let this die Able to look you right in the eyes Say I’m not your consolation prize

"You wanna stay the night?", he then asks, one hand still on the steering wheel, as if he needs to hold on to something. 

"I’d love to," you reply immediately.

***

You hadn't even made it into his dorm room as you were already pressed up against him, the two of you tightly entwined, one of his hands roaming your body while the other one was trying to unlock the door. As soon as you stepped into the building together you'd closed the distance between you, pressed your lips so gently to his, and he didn't stop kissing or touching you since, the way up to the second floor taking longer than expected.

You couldn't even begin to describe how good it was to feel him, to taste him, to smell him, to be pressed up against his body, to feel his breath on your skin as you heard the small pants he released into your mouth.

When Megumi finally manages to open the door, you almost lose your balance and you interrupt the kiss to catch yourself from stumbling. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he was able to catch you, his arms already wrapped around your body anyway. You noticed how content he looked, his eyes never once leaving yours, instead he seemed to get lost in them as he maneuvered you backwards into his apartment.

"What abou—mhmm," you try to ask, but you're quickly interrupted by Megumi pressing his lips to yours again as he closes the door behind you. 

"What about Noritoshi?", you try again as he pulls away.

"Hmm?", he asks, and you can almost see the question marks popping up above his head. 

Not a second later it dawns on him. 

"Ohh, no, he's still out of the country," he says, kicking off his shoes, before locking his lips with yours again.

Right, his roommate's semester abroad, you almost forgot that he’s living alone at the moment.

"Thank God," you murmur against his lips as you slip your hands under his hoodie and t-shirt, pushing them both up and feeling the goosebumps on his skin as you touch him. He grins at your words and you help him out of his clothes, which he tosses carelessly to the side.

Standing with your back to the door, you had already slipped out of your jacket, it had found its place on the floor next to his clothes. Your noses bump together in the heat of the moment as Megumi pulls your shirt over your head, his lips so desperate to find yours again after being separated for a moment. 

It causes both of you to giggle.

You look at him in awe, and even though you noticed earlier tonight that he must have lost some weight, he still looked so good. You reach out to him and touch his chest, your fingertips ghosting over his skin, tracing the outline of his abs down his stomach until you hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans, and you manage to open them up with the help of your other hand. 

You don't get much further than that, as Megumi presses you up against the door slightly, his hands roaming your body before opening up your bra in a swift motion, tossing it to the side just like he did with your other clothes. His lips were on yours again and he relaxes into the kiss, supporting himself with his left hand next to your face, while his right caressed your waist, squeezing the flesh of your hips and tapping your thigh once, then twice, signaling you to wrap your hands around his neck, so you did. He picked you up with ease, his lips never leaving yours even for a second while your legs wrapped around his waist and he carries you through the room, over to his bed.

Megumi sets you down carefully on the mattress, pulling back for a moment to get rid of his jeans and pulling yours down as well before crawling after you. He hovers over you, supporting himself with both hands next to your face, taking a good look at your body before pressing his mouth to yours and forcing his tongue inside, making you moan against his lips.

His lips trail up your jaw, then down your neck to suck on your sensitive skin. You were lost in thought and the sensation made you flinch for a split second as you were still afraid of any kind of touch to your neck. You did your best not to show it, but of course he noticed.

"'m sorry, baby," Megumi mumbles against your skin, kissing up to the corner of your mouth, while you assure him that everything's alright. 

"It’s okay," you breathe, cupping his face with one hand as you look into his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, but you can see a smile tugging at his lips.

"What?", you ask, brushing a black strand of hair out of his face.

"You look so pretty," he sighs. After all, he was the only one that was able to make you blush like that.

"Oh, stop it." You loved it when he talked like this.

"No, I missed your pretty face," he insists.

"Missed those two pretty girls," he continues, as his lips trail down your chest, kissing your soft skin and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipple, while his hand began to play with the other bud. He drew a few soft moans from you, your fingertips grabbing at his messy hair. 

After giving some attention to them, he released your already swollen nipple with a lewd pop! to move his lips further down your body, peppering your stomach with kisses, his nose brushing over your skin and the cold air hitting your wet buds sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t help but whine as he kissed down the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart with his large hands while his fingertips were digging into you skin, revealing the damp fabric of your panties. As he kissed the wet patch that was already starting to form you had no other response for him than the needy moan that escaped your lips, and when you felt his teeth grazing at the seam of your underwear, you grew impatient.

"'Gumi, please," you whimper, your fingers still buried in his dark hair, now slightly tugging at the ends.

"Missed my pretty pussy," he groans, before pulling your wet panties to the side, making you shiver once again as the cold air met your slick. 

"Fuck, you’re so wet for me," Megumi hisses, swiping his thumb over your clit and through your folds, gathering your juices.

"All for me," he muses, looking up at you as you lie there, looking so pretty for him, with flushed cheeks and those lewd moans that you couldn’t stop from escaping your throat.

"Megumi, please," you plead, again, wriggling your hips downwards in his direction, "n-need you, now."

But he ignored your begging, savoured this moment to the fullest while he inspected your pussy, admiring how wet you were just from making out with him.

"Stop being such a fucking tease," you whimper and close your eyes, throwing your head back in a stubborn attempt to grasp a single, clear thought, while your mind was already growing so dizzy with him taking his time.

"Mhm, won’t let me enjoy the view for a moment, huh? So needy already", Megumi groans with a sly grin on his lips. He pulls down your panties in an agonizingly slow motion, keeping them in his hands before coming back up to press a kiss to your lips, which you return hungrily, causing him to chuckle. 

He pulls away, while staring deep into your eyes.

"Open your mouth," he orders while you just stare at him through glassy eyes. You’re perplexed for a second, looking at your panties in his hand.

"I said," he coos, lowering himself down to your ear, "open your mouth."

You finally obey, parting your lips and showing your tongue. Without another word he stuffs your dampened panties into your mouth, the sensation of your own taste on your tongue drawing a muffled moan from you. 

"Next time think twice before giving me orders," he growls into your ear, his low voice making you rub your thighs together in anticipation. You nod, moaning against the fabric as Megumi returns to his original position, and hooks his arms around your legs. Without another warning he licks a thick stripe along your dripping cunt, swirling his tongue through your wet folds, but never quite hitting your clit. He was still teasing you, not giving you what you wanted just because you acted up.

You let out a desperate moan, even though it’s muffled by the soft fabric stuffed into your mouth. A fat tear rolls down your cheek while you’re squirming beneath him, desperate for some attention on your swollen bud. 

His tongue circles your entrance, licking through your folds while he’s eager on not giving your clit too much attention. You whimper and whine, your body trembling underneath him as your hands let go of his hair, moving up your thighs towards your core when you couldn’t wait any longer for him to finally give you what you wanted.

The vibrations of Megumi humming against your slick left you wanting for more, and just as you were about to let your own fingers dive in, giving yourself some kind of release and rubbing at your clit, he grabs both of your wrists with one of his large hands and holds them tightly while he continued to lap at your sweet pussy. You’re left whining and begging, most of your sounds being inaudible, but he could hear how desperate you were. 

You almost choke on your own spit as you suddenly feel him sucking hard on your neglected clit, your hips bucking up towards him made him release your wrists from his tight grip. He dug his fingers into the plush of your thighs to force them back open and keep you from suffocating him between your legs, after they clamped down around his head at the unexpected sensation.

Those deep groans he was releasing into your sopping pussy made you even wetter, and it felt like Megumi wanted to drown in you, his tongue pushing in and out of your hole, circling your clit and sucking on it, while you were only able to roll your eyes back and whine in desperation, your moans getting swallowed as your mouth was stuffed full. 

You throw your head back again, breathing hard through your nose, while hot tears kept flowing down your cheeks, you couldn’t take it, it was just too much for you. 

Megumi glances up at you, watching you squirm and wriggle under his grip, enjoying every second of your struggle, while you felt your core tighten with every swipe of his tongue against your cunt. 

"Oh, I really fucking missed this pussy," he growls, with a grin on his lips, while all you could do was moan so desperately in return.

Your body tenses up as he flicks his tongue against your clit, and just when you thought that you were about to lose your mind, he brings a hand up to push a long digit inside of your clenching hole, sliding in a second as a response to your loud moans right after, pumping them in and out of you slowly, and stretching you out as your walls squeeze down on him. 

"Hnnngh," you whimper, everything else getting swallowed by your soaked panties. You were so close and he knew that, picking up the pace at which he was pumping his digits in and out of you, curling his fingers into your core, while his tongue was relentlessly drawing circles on your sensitive bud. 

"What was that?", he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips, "Speak up." 

You whine and squeeze your thighs together, when finally he pulls the fabric out of your mouth, a string of saliva still clinging to it as drool trickles down the corner of your mouth. 

"So nasty," he grunts, tossing your panties aside, "you’re close?" 

You nod with your eyes closed. "Mhmm," you whine, "’Gonna cum, please, make me cum." 

"Fuck, you look so hot," he groans lowly, "gonna cum for me? Go ahead, baby."

"I’ve got you, cum on my tongue." 

And just as he pushes a third finger inside you, tongue still relentlessly lapping at your wet folds, you let out a loud cry and your head falls back against the mattress. You can feel your cunt squeezing down against his fingers as your orgasm washes over you and your thighs start to shake as he pulls his fingers out, lazily rubbing your throbbing clit through your high, leaving you shuddering while seeing only stars behind your closed eyes.

It takes a while for you to come down again and you peel your eyes open to see Megumi hovering over your body, admiring the fucked out expression on your face. He kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips, a small whimper falling from your mouth in return. You cup his face, almost too weak to reach your arm out for him, while he soothingly brushes his thumb over your cheek.

"Did so, so good for me, baby," he coos, you enjoy his praise, and having his warm body pressed up against you felt so familiar.

You’re too overwhelmed as you watch him pull off his briefs, the sight of his cock making you dizzy once again. It’s not like it’s the first time you see him, but every time he manages to make your mouth water just at the sight of how big he his, so big that you can already feel the sting he would cause while stretching you out.

"Tired?", he asks with a smirk on his face, and without waiting for an answer he grabs you by your hips and pulls you towards him. 

"Let me take care of that," he groans, helping you up to place a pillow underneath your hips, "Just relax for me, baby." 

Your face was still so hot, and your cheeks still flushed a deep shade of pink. Your head lolls to the side, exhaustion pulling at your heavy eyelids, as Megumi grabs your chin and turns your face towards him.

"Hey, look at me, babygirl," he chuckles, "'Wanna see your pretty face when my dick’s buried deep inside of you." 

Megumi wastes no time, smearing pre-cum that leaked from his tip along your still completely soaked cunt, and lining himself up with your entrance. You can’t do anything else than let out a helpless gasp as he presses the head of his dick into you.

"Fuck," he hisses, "'Been thinking about this since the last time I’ve got to fuck you." 

He pushes himself in slowly, the stretch of his girth still giving you a stinging sensation, even though his fingers were already trying to prepare you earlier. You can hear your own desperate whines bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, and as he grabs both of your legs to throw them over his shoulder to bottom out completely, a high-pitched moan escapes your throat.

"Fuck, y’feel so good, 'Gumi," you whine, "S-so big, stretching me out so well."

"You’re still so fucking tight," Megumi huffs, kissing your ankles while his hands grab onto your legs for support, "I won’t last long if you’re squeezing me like that, fuck."

All you could hear was the sound of his wet skin, coated in your juices, slapping against your ass, while he pushed into you, increasing his pace with every thrust, fucking you senseless. There was nothing there to muffle the lewd moans that left your lips and you were so fucked out that you didn’t care about his neighbors anymore, you weren’t even able to hold back your sounds.

He hit your cervix a few times in a row, causing you to see stars and desperately search for anything to hold on to. Those whimpers and whines that fell from your lips were in sync with his thrusts, and soon you were nothing but a crying mess beneath him.

"F-fuck, M-megumi," you sob, trying to catch your breath, your fingers digging into the sheets, "S-slow down, it’s too—nnghh." 

"Slow down?", a low groan escapes him as he rolls his hips into yours at a steady pace, "already got lost in this pussy, you better hold on tight." You look up at him, your eyebrows drawn together, and you see sweat trickling down his temples.

"Oh god," you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, while he fills you all the way up with every snap of his hips against yours. You feel like losing your mind for the second time tonight, your walls clenching and throbbing around him, sucking him in so deep that you’re wondering how he’s even able to thrust in and out of you at that pace. 

"Shit," Megumi curses, and you’re so close that you nearly cum again with one harsh brush of his pelvis against your swollen clit. He had already fucked you dumb, tears stinging in your eyes and when he leaned down, pushing your legs up to your chest, you knew that he was close too. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him made him falter and he had to support himself by clutching onto the headboard, to not completely crush you while leaning onto your body. 

You can feel how your walls tighten around his length and hearing his low, breathy moans against your ear made your second orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Megumi notices how you grab tighter onto the sheets, so he moves the angle of his hips just a bit to hit your sweet spot and it immediately does it’s magic, you’re left sobbing when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

"You gonna cum with me, baby?", Megumi pants and while you’re unable to form any logical sentence, all you’re able to reply is a drawn-out moan as he pushes you over the edge a second time tonight. You feel his thrusts getting sloppier with every stroke while your second high washes over you and then he practically collapses on top of your body. His body is trembling as he releases thick ropes of his load deep into your abused pussy, and you hold him while he curses and whines 'Fuck, you feel so good' and 'Shit, I was so afraid I lost you for good this time' 

and also 'I love you so much'.

He almost crushes you with his weight as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, drowning in that afterglow. You're too exhausted to say anything, so you’re just stroking his back soothingly, listening to your heart beating in sync, while you’re coming down from your high.

After a while he slides off you, not without planting another kiss on your temple, and grabs the blanket at the foot of his bed to pull it over you both, his body pressed up against yours behind you, one arm draped over your waist. You both lie in silence for a while, just enjoying each others warmth.

"I didn’t hesitate because I missed you so much I couldn’t even think straight," you mumble, answering the question he asked you in the car earlier.

"The moment you left the room, I knew I wouldn't see you again for a while."

"You do this every time, do you know that?", you swallow when you feel him pulling you in against his chest, "You treat me like shit, then we make up and you say you’ll stay, and then you're gone."

"Y/n…" You hear his raspy voice against your hair.

"No, we have to work on this," you insist and turn around to face him, your hand placed flat against his bare chest, "I don’t wanna lose you." Your voice sounded brittle, almost fragile.

Megumi sits up again, resting his back against the headboard, while you stay in your position, scooting over to him a little bit to lean your head against his side. "I promise you we’ll work this out, y/n." You were naive enough that this was sufficient for you. After all, you had no other choice but to rely on his words.

You climb out of his bed to put on your t-shirt and search for your underwear until you remember what happened to it. How convenient that you left some clothes at his place a while ago, so you go over to his wardrobe to find something suitable. You cringe a little at the sight of the white thong embroidered with the words 'Lucky You'. 

You bought it when you were like eighteen and you have to chuckle while putting it on. Well, you weren’t so wrong back then.

Megumi looks up after hearing you giggle and you throw him a pair of grey sweatpants and his black hoodie, which he puts on, but not without taking another look at you.

"Mhmm—guess I am," he rasps, lifting the covers to motion for you to come back to him, "Come here."

You grab your phone and walk over to him, cuddling up to his warm body while turning your phone back on. You wanted to know what time it was, and you remembered turning it off earlier when Maki tried to call you. 

Your phone screen turns white before you see your lock screen, a picture of you, Maki and Nobara, and as soon as it gets a signal, several notifications pop up all at once. You had about six missed calls from Maki and Yuta, even Shoko had texted you and right at the bottom of the screen were three messages from Choso.

'Are you with him?'

'Text me if you’re alright'

'I swear to god, y/n, if he hurts you, I’m gon…'

You weren’t fast enough to hide the texts from Megumi.

I can’t be your second best Close but not your favorite I keep going back for more Where there’s nothing from before

[harrysmimi]

Kids In The Kitchen

Synopsis: One where Harry walks in on his girls jamming to Taylor Swift songs whilst making cookies. Later he has a nice chat with his daughter with loads of snuggles.

More of my work

Harry never knew how big of a Swiftie his wife was up until their wedding preparations started.

She didn't had to convince him much to make a playlist of just her songs to be played at their reception. Well, to feed into her obsession he invited Taylor to their wedding and YN had lost it that day. Their wedding night was also the night they both found out they're gonna have a baby.

Yeah, he dated Ms. Swift but his missus could careless. She's in fact jealous of him, her words.

It was inevitable that their children are going to be big Swifties as well. Even her cats seem to be smitten, who are named August and Archer.

Moon, their daughter has been listening to Taylor's music since she was still in womb. Harry knew it was going to happen.

He'd just returned home from gym to find The Man playing on a blast. Little Moon was jumping and dancing with her mother, which is nice. She's fallen sick last night, high fever and cold had made her all drowsy and sleepy. She wasn't herself all day. Both of the girls were dressed in their sweats and matching Lover hoodies.

Harry still doesn't know where YN found that tiny hoodie.

"If I was a man, the I'd me the man!" Moon sang the last lines. Surprisingly hitting right notes.

Why wouldn't she, her mum is a music teacher and her dad is a singer. Music runs in her blood. But for a two year old (soon Three!), her vocabulary is very developed, so is her pronounciation.

"Mummy!" She gasped when Love Story came on jumping and clapping her tiny hands together. "We were both when I first saw you..." And he sang along.

"Jesus, you know all the words?" Harry was surprised.

"Papa!" She ran towards him and hugged his legs excited. "Mummy and I making biscuits!"

"That sounds so delicious!" Harry gasped in amusement as he picked up his princess and walked back in kitchen, he greeted his wife a kiss.

"'cause you were Romeo an' I was scarlet let'er and my daddy sai' stay away f'om Juliet..." Moon sang looking at her Mummy who joined her and they sang the entire song together she clung onto her dad.

"Yeah, daddy is going to ask them to stay away from Juliet. You're too young for a Romeo." Harry squinted his eyes.

"Silly Papa!" Moon chuckled as she cuddled his side.

"You feeling any better now princess." He placed a kiss on her cheek and checked for her temprature with the back of his hand. She was still a little warm.

"Lil." She shared.

"Alright, Papa needs to shower." He placed her back on her feet carefully, but she was quick to climb back on her little step stool to help her mum. And eat the rest of chocolate chips.

Harry glanced at YN once before, she looked very tired. Fair enough, she's had a long week at work and Moon kept both of them last night. Whilst he got to get in some sleep she couldn't because Moon wanted her last night. He was going to force her to take a nap right after he's showered.

"Mummy I do it?" She looked up at her mum wanting to pour in the melted butter.

......................................................................

The chocolate chip biscuits were being put into oven Harry came back out. Moon stood afar. She's a very obedient baby, she knows the real oven is dangerous for her to use just yet. She can still play with the pretend kitchen her dad bought for her as she was throwing a tantrum at the toy store.

She absolutely loves it!

Harry's sure she's going to be a Chef when she grows up as she's always after him or her mum during meal prep. It is always a nice sensory play for her, playing with the food of different textures, eat some too, and wear most of it.

But yesterday she wanted to be a Superhero and help people out when she's grown up. So who knows!

Now even Moon looks tired and drowsy with her medications making her all sleepy. She could use a nap too.

"Baby, do you want to go take a nap?" He asked hi wife, "you look very tired."

"Oh yeah!" YN agreed. Harry was proud of her for saying that.

It has taken her a long time to adjust and take time for herself. Coming from a very conservative family (Moon being born just six months after their wedding stirred up some family drama from her side) and growing up with her mum around most of time, all she knew was it was her sols job to be there for Moon.

Harry had done everything possible to tell her he's there by her side, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. So seeing her agree for taking a nap in a heartbeat, melted his heart.

"Moo-moo do you want to take a nap as well?" He asked.

"Ummm..." She put a thought to it, her chubby pointer finger on her chin, "No!" She announced, "I wan'o watch Miss Amewicana Papa?" She made a puppy face at him.

She knows she's not allowed screen time more than a few minutes, she's also learnt that her puppy face works on her father. He of course agreed.

"Okay, let's go lay on the sofa, yeah?" He suggested, "Mummy can rest in her room and we can have a lot of fun!"

"Yay!" She squealed. "Mummy, go sleep!"

"Okay, your highness." YN chuckled, "you sure you can be alone?"

"Of course." He assured her.

"Okay, please take out the biscuits when the alarm goes off on my phone. I'm going to leave it out." She shared.

"I will baby," he nodded. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

Harry and Moon got all cosy on the sofa. Her dad spooning her as she was buried under her Blankie.

Yeah, she's got a Blankie now!

They were halfway through the he documentary, he remembered to take out the cookies. Harry never in his wildest dreams ever saw watching a Music documentary of his long time Ex with his daughter. But here he was. Moon looked up at him, "Papa is that real?"

"What is real princess?" He was confused, watched her point her finger to the TV.

"That." She said, "Is she real?"

He chuckled, "of course baby." He answered.

"Mummy and I love her swongs!" She smiled, "she's very cute too. I have hair like her!"

She talked half sleepy, realising she's got blonde hair too which were slowly starting to get darker. She takes up a lot after Harry in that aspect, she's bis copy print, except few of her attributes and habits like her mummy.

Moon is perfect mixture of both of parents!

"You do, don't you?" He hummed, "you know when Papa was your age, he had same hair at yours."

"You were small?" She looked surprised.

"Yes!" He nodded, "everyone is small and they grow up. You're going to grow up too."

"I want to be like Papa when I grow up then!" She grinned, showing off her tiny teeth, "I want to be this tall." She raised her hand as far as she could to show how tall she wants to be, "just like Papa!"

"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by the little girl, "you can be whoever you want to be. Papa will love you no matter what!"

"I love you!" She reciprocated and got back to watching her favourite documentary.

"You know Papa does that too?" He asked. She's yet to be at any of his shows.

Harry wants to keep her out of media and lime light. She can always get a private concert from her dad, he could play all her favourite Cocomelon and Taylor Swift songs at home.

It wasn't expected, but Harry has grown too protective of his little baby. When she's old enough, she can decide for herself. He'd take her everywhere she asks him to. Because no matter how hard they try to keep her away from cameras, there are those slight chances of all their efforts failing.

People hate on his wife enough already. He doesn't want that for his daughter who really did not chose to be born to a famous parent.

"Yeah! Mummy said you go an' play your music for your fwends." She nodded, "you have a lot of fwends?"

"Yeah, a lot of friends." He agreed.

"Does Taylor do that too?" Her questions kept coming.

"Mhmm!"

"Can we go?" She gasped.

"You want to go see Taylor Swift concert?" He was surprised what for he didn't know.

"Mhmm, is it somewhere we can go?" She asked, because the other day she wanted to go where Dragons from Dragon Tales live. She was left disappointed as it is not a real place.

"Yeah it is somewhere we can go, darling." He assured her, "you want to go?"

"Mhmm!"

"Papa will see what he can do then," he wasn't going to let his little princess down.

The Princess gets what princess wants!

"Can Mummy go too?"

"You know she will go with us baby." He shared. No way YN is going to be skipping a Taylor Swift concert!

"When can we go?"

"Umm... I'll let you know a month before, so you and mummy can plan your little outfits, yeah?" He suggested.

"You can dress up?"

"Of course you can." He chuckled at her amusement, "you can do whatever you want to."

Moon's questions kept coming as they talked. She got distracted many times during her favourite songs playing in the background.

She talks a lot. She's also very curious about every little thing he sees. The talking alot, she gets from her dad. Harry sometimes doesn't know how to answer her questions the way her two year old brain would understand. And he honestly doesn't know how his wife and people around him bare with him as well.

He never knew a lot of talking can be frustrating sometimes. But he isn't complaining, he loves hearing Moon talk. Her little babbles sometimes make no sense but she's adorable so she can have a pass on it.

She finally fell asleep after and hour of talking and singing along to the documentory. So did Harry.

With a thought of how he's going to take his little baby to see her favourite person perform live. He's going to have to put a lot of effort into getting the VIP tickets. Which he's willing to do.

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N O T E :

This is in honour of The Eras Tour starting. Ik I'm late. But it's a good time for us Swifties. *Cries ferociously in India*

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Casey Novak x Reader x Alex Cabot (Overwhelmed)

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Reader is Alex’s younger sister; Casey is Alex’s wife. Reader lives with them after a challenging time with her parents and Casey and Alex look after her and make sure she has all the support she needs. (Reader is autistic and struggles with sensory overload. TW: Mentions of SH and Anxiety).

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Background - Y/n was always a smart kid, clearly following in Alex’s footsteps, striving to attend law school once she graduated. In some ways y/n reminded me of Alex, her mannerisms, her work ethic, and her stubbornness, after all she was the child of two lawyers and an ADA for her older sister, so she knew how to argue. Y/n was a quiet girl though, she’d always been this way and Alex saw it as her role to protect y/n. When y/n reached high school she became even more anxious, something she was previously good at masking, but soon it became unmanageable for her, and Alex, and I noticed as it began to get worse. It became apparent that the transition into high school was a huge worry for y/n as her routine had changed significantly. Both Alex and I stood by her side no matter how hard it became; we knew after y/ns autism diagnosis that she would need all the support we could give her when substantial changes came her way.

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Casey POV (Present Day)

I turned over this morning, waking up early to get organised for today's trial. I could see my wife's face smiling softly in her sleep as she lay content, sound asleep, her blonde hair sprawled across the white silk pillowcase. Getting up I left her to sleep, making my way along the passage peering into y/ns room. Y/n moved in with us a few years ago as her and Alex’s  family were very unsupportive of them both and Alex had had enough of the way they treat her sister once she had left home to move in with me. There was a large age gap between the girls, so Alex often took on a motherly role over her sister when she was growing up. This often included me, so y/n and I bonded well too, and she'd come to us with anything she needed help with, whether that was her homework or her health. Peering around the door I could see her y/h/c sprawled out across her pillow. She was just like her sister; they were so similar it was almost as if they had been cloned. I left her to rest, and I made my way downstairs into the kitchen, preparing myself a coffee and dragging my court paperwork with me to prepare.

After a while, y/n emerged into the kitchen dragging her blanket with her. Yawning, she climbed onto the bar stools in the kitchen smiling at me and laying her head back down on the kitchen counter. I couldn’t help but laugh at her antics as Alex came through the door wrapping her arms around me, kissing me.

Y/N: "Eww guys...it's way too early for that." Y/n grumbled, rolling her eyes at us.

Alex: "Ohh shush it's not like I didn't catch you that time making out with that girl, suspiciously under your covers..." Alex laughed and raised her eyebrows at y/n who had now turned a deep shade of crimson.

Casey: "Anyways...Olivia and Rollins are coming over soon to prepare for the trial I have later, so Alex get your butt into the shower right now cause need to wash your hair and y/n why don't you shower too and put on some comfy clothes so you can relax on your day off. If you give me your hoodie I'll put it in the wash for you and it will be ready for you to wear again later, okay?"

Alex: "I need to shower, why? Are you trying to insinuate something about me Miss Novak?" Alex asked raising her eyebrow and crossing her arms. Y/n interjected sarcastically.

Y/n: "I mean you do! I can smell you from here."

Alex: “Oh shush you can’t say anything!” Alex and y/n began their bickering back and forth.

Casey: “Will you too stop being so childish! Go and do as I have asked please?” Casey laughed, taking control again.

Y/n: "Okayyyy I guess soooo ADA Caseyyy Novakkkk.” Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed mocking Casey. Casey raised her eyebrow challenging y/n, and y/n decided to be quiet knowing she wouldn’t win the argument.

Casey: "Okay, now give me your hoodie and I'll wash it for you. Now both of you go shower." Finally, Alex and y/n walked towards their separate bathrooms to get ready for the day. Casey took a deep breath. She loved the two women so deeply, but living with them was chaotic.

Y/N POV

I showered and decided against wearing makeup today as I was already feeling overwhelmed. I could feel every little thing touching me. The tag in my t-shirt, the strand of hair touching my face and the seams of my socks touching my toes. I hated that my hair had got slightly wet in the shower, now it was sticking to me and making the back of my top wet. I just wanted everything to be quiet but soon the silence was broken as the squad turned up. I went to my room to find my headphones, to help cancel out the noise, but I couldn’t see them anywhere, realising I must have left them in Casey’s car, so I ran downstairs to find Casey to get them for me. Everyone was sat down around the table studying the case notes for their up-and-coming trial when I went in interrupting them.

Y/n: “Umm hi guys…Casey I’m really sorry for interrupting I umm think I left my headphones in your car, and I really need them right now, can you please get them for me?” I was worried she would be mad at me for interrupting but as usual she had more patience for me than anyone else and just smiled reassuring me I had done the right thing.

Casey: “It’s okay honey, of course I’ll go and get them for you now. I’m sure these girls are old enough to handle this on their own for a minute, aren’t you?” Casey laughed.

Olivia, Amanda, and Alex nodded and laughed as Alex moved towards y/n knowing she was becoming overwhelmed giving her a tight hug, rocking her from side to side. Something which helped y/n to release the stress from her body and regulate her emotions. Y/n was still tense, and Alex could tell but luckily Casey came running back with her headphones passing them to y/n who put them on quickly trying to connect her music. As they turned on they quickly turned back off again, needing to be charged.

Y/n: “Casey they died! What do I do now?” Y/n whined out becoming overwhelmed. Tears began to gather as y/n’s eyes gazed over and she began to shake.

Readers POV

I was already feeling so overwhelmed, and I just wanted everything to stop being so loud so when my headphones died I couldn’t take the noise any longer. Amanda smiled at me, pulling me into her embrace as she listened to Alex talking through the trial preparation with everyone. Amanda let me go, offering me a warm smile as Olivia gave my hand a reassuring squeeze knowing that until my headphone were charged I was likely to become more anxious. The sensory overload was becoming too much and with the new shirt I had on, Alex mustn’t have had time to cut the tag out for me because I could feel it scratching at the back of my neck, making me unable to focus on anything else. I began to feel really anxious, knowing I had to get rid of it I went to the cupboard for the scissors to cut out it out. I hadn’t thought about how I had been banned from that drawer to keep me safe after Alex found out about my old coping mechanisms. As I grabbed the draw Casey stopped me, grabbing my wrist, pulling me away, and shutting the cupboard, whilst giving me a concerned look.

Casey: "Y/n you know you're not allowed in there, only Alex and I get things from in there to keep you safe. Remember Alex and I will help you, but you have to talk to us. What do you need from in there and why?" Casey looked over at Alex waiting for my response before she knew how to handle the situation. From across the room Alex looked concern and so did Amanda and Olivia, knowing of my past and how badly this situation could go if it was as bad as it looked, yet Alex could see I was in a more rational state then when I was banned from that draw. Alex allowed Casey to talk with y/n first, not wanting to overwhelm the situation and to trust y/n with making the right decision.

Casey: “Y/n honey, I asked you a question? What did you want and why?” Casey shot you an inquisitive look, hoping for a safe answer.

Y/n: "Scissors please?" y/n replied clearly agitated.

Casey: "You know you can’t have them. Why do you need them?" Y/n began to get upset pulling at her t-shirt.

Y/n: "Please I just need them to cut out the tag out of my t-shirt, I can't stand it touching me. Everything's touching me, and I hate it so much, it’s so itchy I can't stand my clothes, there not soft. My hoodie is still damp because you washed it this morning and I really need something soft and comfortable to wear! I can’t stand the seams in my clothes anymore and it’s so noisy in here and I can’t even wear my headphones because I was stupid and left them in your car and now they’re dead." At this point I was hyperventilating, and I dropped to the floor pulling off my socks, typing up my hair and trying to pull the tag off my t-shirt. Casey got down to my level as Amanda and Olivia moved away and Alex came to find me on the floor sat with Casey, holding me tight. Alex cut the tag out of my t-shirt and gave me one of her oversized hoodies, which was so soft and fluffy. I still felt overwhelmed and anxious, cupping my hands over my ears, and pulling my knees up into my chest. Alex pulled closer to me gently rubbing my back and Casey tightly squeezed my arms. I started to come around, and Alex and Casey looked relieved.

Alex: “That’s it sweetie, you’re okay, you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.” Offering you a reassuring smile.

Casey: “You’re doing really well honey, we’re here for you. Can you look at me?” Y/n shook her head, not ready to make eye contact yet as it overwhelms her. Casey and Alex gave each other an understanding smile, knowing she wasn’t read for that yet.

Alex: “Hey my love, lets get you up so we can all cuddle on the sofa and relax for a while, okay.” Y/n nodded not uttering a word but allowing Alex and Casey to guide her up and towards the living room.

Alex POV

Casey and I helped y/n up slowly, walking her through to the sofa where she curled up with her blanked. Amanda and Olivia gave us a sympathetic smile before quietly making their exit, knowing that we could discuss the trail plans later. I sat down with y/n allowing her to  curl up next to me as Casey rushed to the kitchen for her headphones, which were partially charged. When Casey came back, y/n was wrapped in her blanket allowing me to apply deep pressure to regulate her with a hug. Casey came and sat with us, cuddling into my embrace too, and allowing y/n to hold her hand. Y/n quietly muttered a thank you and smiled at us both, clearly exhausted from the anxiety. Y/n and I had always been so close. Until Casey I had been the only person to care for y/n the way she deserved. I always wished I could take away her pain, but I couldn’t, all I could do was stay with her, hold her tight and never let her go. Soon her breathing settled, and she drifted off to sleep after her exhausting day.

[hockybish]

what is the family’s reaction when they find out that lola ran away!? & the process of returning her home pls (:

more of Buggy

Lola didn't get very far.

The plan was to go back to Canada. Jack had told her many times before thats were she belonged, so why not go back? It not like they would miss her since life seemed to revolve around Jack at the time.

It was very well thought out yet though. She didn't really have an idea how she was getting to Canada. When she left the house in the middle of the afternoon she climbed on a bus and traveled to Ann Arbor. From there she figured she would keeping bus hopping until she got to her destination or at least close to it.

After that? No idea. Nonetheless, she'd figure it out on the fly. But for right now she was on campus in Ann Arbor. Wandering around, trying to figure out where her brother was so she could give him goodbye gift, much like she had given Buggy back to Jack and she returned Luke's hat.

"Honey, can I help you find something? You look a little lost." A friendly voice called from behind her. Lola knew better than to talk to strangers, but she was so lost right now.

"I uh." Lola's mind went black trying to think of what to saw next. She never really thought of what she was going to do when she had eventually arrived at Yost. "I'm looking for my brother."

"Oh? Who's your brother?" The stranger pressed further.

"He's um um" His name was on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason she couldn't form the words to say his name. Her eyes darted everywhere until they landed on a familiar face. "Josh!"

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"Lola come on we gotta go!" A stressed out Ellen called out from the kitchen. Expecting some sort of snooty response, but there was nothing.

"I told you before mom, I don't think she's here." Jack piped up. He had been sitting at the counter eating a sandwich. He had checked all of her regular hiding spots earlier when he was trying to five back buggy but couldn't find her.

That sent Ellen into a bit of panic mode. Lola was gone and she had no idea where to start looking for her. Does she start calling around to see if any friends or family had seen her or does she go straight to the police?

She chose the first option. She started calling people and recruited Jack, Luke and Alex to drive around and look for the missing girl.

"What did you do?" Luke squinted at his older brother. His immediate reaction to hearing his baby was missing was to get mad at the guy who made her disappear in the first place.

"I didn't do anything." Jack put a little more emphasis on the do. He was pretty positive he hadn't done anything more than normal this time.

"You always do something, you fu-" "No I dont!"

"Will you guys shut up? Your sister is missing and all you two idiots can do is argue." Alex piped up from the backseat. "Find her first, argue later"

"Fine, where do we start?"

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Quinn was just sitting down with his precious piece of pizza. He had a long day with a test, a paper due, and a tough practice. He wanted to eat and maybe play some video games.

He had just taken a bite when Josh entered the house with his baby sister, who shouldn't be there at all.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked her. He had just gotten a txt from his mother and could feel the table vibrating beneath him with responses to what he had just told her.

"I have something for you" Lola placed the package on the stool next him. There she was done with her business at the hockey house and could be on her way to her next destination.

"And this couldn't wait until next time I came home?"

"No"

Lola gave her older brother a quick hug and asked to go to the bathroom. She slipped out the back while he wasn't looking, continuing on her way.

With her back to him Quinn finally had a chance to look at his phone. There were multiple messages from his mother, all alluding to one thing Lola was missing and he knew where she was.

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[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

[haydsriddle]

𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ~ 𝓣.𝓡.

Hey Lovelies! This is my first story and chapter of the Tom Riddle Obsession series. Let me know you guys feel about it and if I should continue!

I am also up for requests! Don't be afraid to send some in!

T.W: none other than this might be poorly written

765 Words

Tom RIdde x Y/N Berkshire

Third Person 

The eleven-year-olds were gathered outside in the hallway before to the sorting ceremony. As Draco, your brother's friend, introduced himself to Potter for the first time, you stepped off to the side. You stood alone, and all the other typical Slytherin boys stood alongside Draco. 

“...Dont want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” Draco extends his hand out to Harry, the rest of us watching.  Harry glances down at the pale skin and his face twists slightly," I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” 

In the hallway, silence reigned. As usual, Tom just stared blankly at Harry and his companions. Theo, Blaise, and Lorenzo merely regarded the Golden Trio with scowled expressions. I kept to myself, keeping my arms crossed and wearing a gentle expression.  

Draco wipes his palm on his robes with an ugly expression on his face as he brings his arm to his side. "Why are you standing over there?" he asks after glancing at the gang and turning to face me.  

I shrug, and Tom snatches my robes and hauls me to the group's standing position, then releases me just as soon. I swallow and keep quiet, listening to the group talk. I look up at Tom. He is listening in on the discussion while gazing into the gathering.  

"You have to stay with us," he replies stoically, not casting a sidelong glance at me. His voice is firm and unaccountable. I slowly nod. "Well," he responds. "You need to be cautious because none of us can watch over you at all times." 

——————————————————————————————————    "Berkshire, Lorenzo." Professor McGonagal raises her voice. You watch as your brother gets up, settles into the stool, and puts the sorting hat on his head.  

“Um, huh. An Berkshire. I haven't seen any of you in a long time, do you think? SLYTHERIN. The Berkshires are sorted first in the friend group when the sorting hat appears, and you see him take a seat at the table.  

"Berkshire, Y/N."  

After swallowing, you move to the stool and leave the line. Particularly Tom and Lorenzo's, you can feel the gang watching you. There have been occasions when you've heard the males chatting, wondering what kind of house the young, quiet girl will be in.  "What if shes not sorted into Slytherin?" You overheard your brother tell the boys one night from your bed. 

Silence.  

"Why wouldn't she?" Blaise asks, breaking it.  

"Do you know her personality? "She's too sweet and innocent."  

"We can't just keep making predictions," Blaise explains. "We just have to wait and see."  

You take a deep breath as you feel the hat being lowered; "SLYTHERIN," the sorting hat exclaims before it even reaches your head. You gaze up at the throng and your friends. In addition to the applause from the Slytherin table, the gang can be heard making a hesitant, perplexed clap. You notice the males looking at each other as you slowly climb off the stool and seat by Lorenzo, receiving applause from everyone at the table. You smile pleasantly and thank the others.  

"Congratulations," Lorenzo adds quietly. You nod at him as you wait for the others to be assigned to the same house.  

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The crew walks out of the Great Hall and follows the Prefect down into the dungeons. Y/N stays by her brother, clutching onto his arm.  

“Oh, Y/N, don't be so scared.” Mattheo says from Tom’s side, pushing his messy brown hair out of his face. 

You respond gently, "I'm not scared, I'm just not used to this place,"  

"Ragazza carina, you got us, don't worry." Smiling, Theo responds, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

With a nod, you turn back to face Theo. How the wall opens to the common room is demonstrated by the Prefect.  

As the first year students—roughly thirty of you—pour in, you gasp, "Wow." Gripping Enzo's arm no longer, you turn to face the room, taking in everything. Additionally, the boys scan the area and make observations. Tom, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "Tommy, isn't this great?" you ask, giving him a little tug on his sleeve.  

"Don't call me that," he says, pulling your hand away from his robe with a swift whip of his head, his expression still stoic. 

You swallow and take a step back, retracting your hand," okay...."  

Lorenzo pulls your arm so you face him, "Would you like to sleep in our dorm tonight?" I nod, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders as we walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.  

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Tattoos and other stuff. (Arber Xhekaj)

Discovering your tattoos had better consequences than he thought. Note: This is p*rn with little plot. Tattooed!Reader. Warning: +18. Arber. Fingering. Penetrative s*x (p in v). Oral s*x (both receiving)<.

"I didn't know you had tattoos" You heard behind you.

You turned around in your chair and looked at Arber sitting with his legs spread and his back against the wall. He had been in silence for ten minutes, waiting for you to fix some stuff for him.

"Surprise?" You giggled. "Which one did you see?"

"That corner down there. Your ankle"

You smiled and lifted your trouser. "Slaf loves this one"

The lines crept up your shin and calf drawing shapes that guided his eyes higher.

"Slaf?"

"Mhm" You turned around and kept working on your computer. "He saw it some weeks ago"

Why did Arber feel jealous? You were just the media girl, he had no say over you. Not that he should. But there was literally nothing tying you.

You picked a piece of liquorice gummy.

"Do you have more?" He asked while playing with the edge of his shorts and eying his own.

"Yeah. A couple." You shrugged it off.

Arber found himself obsessed with the idea. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see more. He needed to. He was constantly trying to get a peek at the ink in your leg. He needed to know why Juraj was so fascinated.

.

.

.

"Here" A huge hand presented itself right in front of your face.

You looked up and smiled sweetly before taking it. "Thanks, Arber" You said as you climbed out of the cab.

"No problem"

"Guys! Hurry up" A very excited and vibrating Cole called for you.

"Cutest kid out there" You giggled and walked in his direction.

Arber rolled his eyes and wondered if Cole had seen them too. You seem a bit closer to him. He was actually the one that had begged you to go out with them. The other kids and I are going out and you have to come too.

Your trousers were long and wide-legged and you were wearing a turtle-neck crop top. Your arms and most of your body were covered by your black clothes. But there was that part of your belly that the fabric couldn't hide. Is that another one?

"Hey. Wake up" Juraj slammed his shoulder to his when he walked pass.

You danced and laughed with the boys for hours. You were truly having fun but your feet were staying to get tired of the heeled boots.

"Never ever wear heels, Sheriff" you said sitting on the stool next to him.

He peeked another tattoo on your wrist and smiled to himself.

"Not on my plans. Plus... Do they make heels for big guys?"

"I hope not." You giggled.

"I'd look fabulous"

"Never said the opposite" You teased back.

He laughed and moved so he was standing closer to you. "What do you drink? It's on me"

"Some soda, please" You answered with a sweet smile. You weren't going to deny a drink from a pretty boy.

He smiled. "Keeping it easy tonight?"

"I always do"

He leaned forward the bar and asked for the drinks before turning to you.

"How's work?"

Like that, you started a long conversation that made you both forget about time. It was so easy to talk to him, to joke, to tease,... You weren't sure why you hadn't done it before.

"Hey" Juraj appeared out of nowhere and hugged your shoulders. "We should go back home and end the night in there. Jordan said they are closing soon"

Arber felt again that jealousy tickle on his belly, but his smile distracted you.

"That's great." You said. "I just hope you guys are paying my Uber later. I live on the other fucking side of the city"

"You can crash there." Arber said. "I'll drop you tomorrow"

You smiled with a funny feeling in your belly.

"Perfect then"

Back at theirs, everyone flopped in the sofas. You had lost half of the group, some saying they were tired, others just sneaking hand in hand with their partners.

But there you were, barefoot and getting yourself another soda. "I'm gonna be so bloated in the morning." You said patting your belly.

Arber laughed. "Better bloated than hangover"

"Wise words"

He was so fucking gone for you. He couldn't stop looking at you. He had even found himself fighting Kaiden for the place next to you. Kaiden didn't mind, he didn't thought mcuh of it and was pretty happy to have the armchair for him and his girlfriend.

"I can't even pronounce that word" Juraj complained while trying to read the Trivia card.

You chuckled at his frustrated state. Cole was nice enough to help him.

You turned your face to look at Arber and found he was closer than before. His arm was over the back of the sofa and you were basically tucked on his side.

"Hi" He whispered.

"Hi"

"All good?"

"Would you be nice enough to lend me some comfy clothes? This jeans are fabulous but I'm tired."

Arber chuckled and nodded. "Hey guys, we'll be back in a second. I'm gonna give her a pijama"

You both walked down the corridor unaware of everyone's looks. You missed the wiggle of Juraj eyebrows and everyone else trying to not laugh.

"Okay. Um... A shirt... And now... Maybe shorts?"

You leaned against the back and watched him search around the drawers. His back muscles looked tight under the cotton t-shirt and wow... You'd kill to run your nails down there.

"YN"

"Mhm" You snapped back and your cheeks warmed.

"These?"

"Yeah. They are fine. Thank you very much"

Arber nodded and passed you the clothes. It was quick, but your fingers brushed and you felt a wave of electricity run over you. Arber swallowed the thick lump on his throat and tried to not think about you on his clothes.

You walked to the bed and he walked out, but just as he turned to close the door, you were taking the tight top off. He gasped. Arber loudly gasped when he saw your inked figure only covered by that pink bralette and black trousers.

You turned around with the top pressed to your chest.

Arber was frozen. You said you had a couple more tattoos, not your whole skin covered by them. Your arms had different tattoos over them. Then he could see something on your belly and those he had seen in your back. You were beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had seen.

"Arber..."

"I-I..." He started saying without even thinking of the words. "Wow."

It was genuine and you smiled. He nervously laughed and you chuckled.

"They are amazing. You look beautiful, YN" He confessed.

His fingers were white due to the pressure he was putting on the knob.

"Thank you" You softly said. "Do you want to see them?"

Arber nodded and walked back in. From outside, Kaiden laughed when he saw his friend going back into the room.

The sound of the door closing sent chills down your spine and encouraged you to left the top aside. Arber swallowed when he saw your pink lace claded chest.

"I thought you said you had a couple" He smirked when he was right before you and towering over you.

"Well..."

"Has Juraj seen these too?"

You bit your lip and devilishly smile. "Are you jealous, Xhekaj?" If he only knew how unfounded his little tantrum was.

He rolled his eyes. "Not really. At the end you are here with me, aren't you?"

Fuck... He had no business being that hot.

"Sure I am"

He lifted his hand and his fingers met the tattoo on your shoulder. The black ink draw shapes in your skin, a flower.

"It's a magnolia"

His fingers kept traveling down your arm, more plants, a butterfly, words... He was truly fascinated. You felt like floating. He was stanstanding so close and he was so tall and strong. It made you dizzy and you couldn't ignore anymore the throb between your legs. You wanted nothing more than this. Whatever it was. He had you on the palm of his hand.

His eyes swifted to your chest, there were no tattoos in there yet. It didn't mean they didn't look fabulous in the pink lingerie. But he didn't want to be disrespectful and he skipped to your left arm. This time, his warm hand grabbed you by the elbow and he moved your arm to get a look in your inner bicep. "A mermaid" He said with a smile.

"Do you like it?" You muttered.

"It's beautiful" He smiled and looked at your eyes.

There was something in them that got his attention. Desire. You wanted him. You were looking at him with desire in your eyes. Your lips were half open and wet. Arber's trousers already felt too tight. It's going to happen. But he wanted to play. He needed to hear you beg at least once.

His big hands delicately moved over your arms as he closely observed your tattoos. "You are really pretty, YN"

You smiled and took another step closer. "Am I?"

Arber nodded. His eyes yer moving between yours and your lips.

"You can do it. I won't complain"

He chuckled and cupped your cheeks. Arber took a moment to run his thumb over your skin, which made you shiver and step forward. With a smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

His mouth was sweet like his drink and warm and he moved his lips slow. You already loved it and needed more. So much more. So you hooked your fingers on his jeans and pulled him flush against you. Obviously, the height gap was there, but who really cared? He was quick grabbing your ass, a handful of it that made you moan on his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers found the dark strands of hair and gently pulled them. On your tip toes, your balance wasn't the best, but one hand on the back of your neck and another under the curve of your ass were enough to keep you in place.

But he pulled back and licked his lips. "Fuck Arber. You must be the hottest guy out there" You groaned.

He chuckled.

"I'm flattered" He brushed your wet lips with his thumb.

"You'd be hotter in your knees, tho"

He rolled his eyes and stole another kiss. He knew you had a pretty loose tongue. He had seen you chirping his friends like no one else. But this? It made him painfully hard.

"Is that what you want?" He wouldn't let you win so easily. "Beg for it" He said grabbing your chin with his fingers.

You surprised him. He thought you would be... More bratty? He didn't even know.

"Please" You said with a smile.

He laughed and kissed your lips. "A bit more?"

"Could you pretty please get on your knees for me?"

He dropped to the floor making you laugh. Then he realized that more than beg you had simply asked nicely. He was putty in your hands and that was a fact. But he couldn't care less. He would do anything you asked him for.

"Cute" You whispered.

He shook his head in disbelief and reached to open the button in your trousers. He wasn't ready for the matching lace panties that you were wearing. They barely hid anything but hugged your hips so perfectly. Plus... The fucking tattoos reached everywhere.

"Fuck..."

"Did you lock the door?"

"They know better than to come and bother."

You bit your lip and clenched your thighs at the thought. Anyone could walk in. You knew the guys and they were just a bunch of idiots. But also the way Arber spoke... They wouldn't dare to come. Arber had that smirk of his on his lips and it was driving you insane.

"Wanna see something else?" You teased.

"Whatever you have to show me"

So you took your bra off and Arber gasped. "Those too?" Little metallic piercings adorned your nipples and made them look perky. "Fuck, you want to kill me"

You giggled and leaned forwards slightly to grab his hands. He swallowed and observed how you guided his movements. You were already trembling. Your nipples were really sensitive against his palms and his hands were big enough to grab the whole breast. Arber followed your lead and touched you just how you were asking him to do. You never let go of his hands, though.

"Is that how you like it?" He asked with his eyes on yours. You nodded and closed your eyes. "You are perfect."

He pulled you even closer and planet his lips on your belly. Slow and wet kisses, moved up to your chest and he sucked one of your nipples between his lips.

You moaned so sweetly and felt your panties dampening. "Oh Fuck"

Arber took his sweet time savouring your skin. He tasted the moth tattoo in your belly, the rose on your hip, the hydrangea in your upper thigh, the finch in above your knee, then back up to the ivy in your inner thigh, the love written in your other thigh, the little fish in you inner wrist and the song lyrics in your rib cage. You forgot about anything else, closed your eyes and focused on his lips. You focused on how they felt as he sucked marks on your breasts and his tongue played with the metal buds in your nipples. You were barely conscious of him taking your pantie off until he attached his mouth to your centre.

You had to cover your mouth to not moan loudly. Arber was looking at you and he would never forget the face you made. Fuck. He got really invested in it, he wanted you to feel good. If he could, he would ruin everyone else. He wanted you only for him. He couldn't let you go after this.

But to be honest, it was uncomfortable. He was a big guy and the posture was awkward. So he didn't even thought twice. He turned you around and you yelped. Then a big hand pressed on your lower back and you bent forward.

"Oh wow..." It was quite a picture to remember. Even more when you leaned and laid face down on the edge. "Fuck baby... You will end me"

You bit your lip and wiggled your ass and he looked at your ass cheeks and smiled. "Well, your wish is my command"

You felt his teeth sinking and you smiled while whimper left your lips. Bite me was written in bold capital letters.

"I fucking love this" He whispered against your skin before grabbing both ass cheeks.

"P-please..." You were already desperate to feel his wet mouth again.

Arber dive in again and it was even better than before. His mouth was everywhere. You were desperately grabbing into the sheets and biting down your hand to not be loud. But it was impossible. You were a whimpering mess as his tongue played with you and his lips sucked on those sensitive spots. He was eating you out like a starved man and his hands kept you in place, pressed against his hard and letting you know you wouldn't be done until he wanted to.

At some point, he leaned back for air and decided that he wanted it for longer. One of his fingers ran over your entrance.

"Arber... Please... Do something..." You weakly whispered. The pleasure had you shaky and you could barely move. You needed to come. It was coiling in your belly and you felt like you would explode.

two of his fingers quickly entered you and you whimpered against your hand. As he moved them slowly, Arber leaned forward and kissed your head. "You make the prettiest sounds, baby" He pressed another kiss on your cheek and then nibbled your earlobe.

His fingers were thick and stretching you so nicely. "T-he other w-ay" You choked out.

Arber obeyed and moved his finger in the opposite way.

You gasped for air and pushed your ass back against his hand. He bit his lip. He had you basically against his thighs, naked and shaky, not being able to form a single word. His fingers were moving exactly in the way you liked them the most, pressing against your sweet spot and making the pleasure grow faster than ever. "A-arbie..."

He kissed the curve of your back where a tattoo of a bird looked up at him. "Tell me, baby"

"I...I... Your mouth"

"You want my mouth again?"

"Y-yes... Please..."

With another bite in the Bite me tattoo, Arber pulled his fingers out and you took a deep breath. "Such a good girl"

You looked back at him, who had a smug smirk on his lips. "The best" And then you threaded your fingers on his black hair and pulled him closer to your centre. A low laugh grumbled on his chest as he grabbed your ass cheeks again and resumed his work.

"Fuck, you are so good at this" You told him.

Arber started thinking about how he maybe had a little praise kink because those words drove him crazy.

It was a matter of time before you came undone. Your sweet sounds were muffled by the sheets and your and, but your breath was loud filling the room. Arber lapped at you until you let go of his hair and tried to pull away.

His initial plan of eating you out until he got tired of it would need to wait because his need to be inside you was actually bigger now.

When he pulled back, you whined. You didn't even know why. You just did. Probably it was because of the relief you felt.

"You are so sweet, baby" He said and kissed your shoulder.

Arber picked your chin and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. The kiss was slow and deep. His tongue was roaming around your mouth.

When he pulled back, he let you sit in the bed before grabbing you and throwing you to the centre of it. "Fuck, that was hot" You chuckled out of breath.

Arber looked down at you as he undressed. He knew well what it was doing to you. On your post-orgasm haze, your eyes looked hungry for more. Your finger was drawing patterns in your belly as you concentrated on his moves.

"You are so... ugh" You groaned and leaned back on the bed. "You have to look like that and be that goo with your mouth and...AH!"

With a smooth move and a smile, Arber flipped you so you were now on your belly. "But I want to see you..." You pouted looking back. "Shit"

Perfect. That's how he looked.

"I also like your tattoo, by the way"

He smiled and climbed over you, one big hand tracing a path up your side and to the back of your head. He kissed you deeply once more and laid his weight on you. You huffed a bit.

Arber blindly reached into the drawer and pulled a condom out of it. He outted it on and caressed your cheek.

"Ready?"

"I have for the last half an hour"

He laughed and kissed your shoulder. Then, he positioned himself between your legs and...

"A pillow" You remembered. Clumsily, you put a pillow under your hips and wiggled your ass. He couldn't contain himself and spanked it.

You gasped and heat crept to your cheeks.

"You like it..." He teased.

"Shut up"

He spanked you again and you groaned.

"Are you going to fuck me or should I call Slaf?"

It was quick, he slid in you with no resistance and you choked on your breath. He closed his eyes for long seconds, needing a minute to get used to the feeling of your walls around him.

"Don't have anything to say now?"

"F-fuck you"

He couldn't stop kissing your face. He was fucking you deep and hard, strong thrusts of his hips made the whole bed move, but his hands were gentle and sweet with you and his lips kept you grounded with a soft kiss. Until at some point, your sounds were getting dangerously loud and he had to cover your mouth with one big hand..

It was hot. Probably the hottest thing you had done. And you took notes to ask him to put those hands around your neck instead the next time. When your friends weren't outside and probably heard the bed slamming against the wall.

But who really cared? Not you. You hadn't even realized that there was now music sounding outside because they had been more clever to muffle the sounds even before they could hear them.

You could only think of Arber, of his weight and strength as he pushed deep in you and the sounds he made.

"You feel so good... fuck..." He panted in your ear. "You are too good for me... shit... I think I'm going crazy..."

You moaned against his hand and closed your eyes. Did you want to cry? You did. It was so intense and the prior orgasm was still present. You knew you wouldn't last and Arber knew it too. He had already learnt your sounds. He had them all memorized.

And when you did, your fist clenched hard around the pillow and your other hand on his hip when you grabbed back into him. He hissed when he felt the sharp pain of your nails digging into his skin.

"Shh... Want them all to hear you?"

You came down your high with breathy moans but Arber kept moving against you until he felt his own orgasm building. "I'm going to..."

"Let me" You whimpered.

Arber pulled out and watched you get on your fours. You were tired but you wanted to make the last effort. He felt proud of himself when he saw how you were shaking. Then you took him in your mouth and he was gone. You didn't need much to have him coming. A delicate hand kept you in place but free enough to move back if you needed to.

"Shit..." He groaned when you pulled back with teary eyes and your lips wet with saliva.

You were both kneeling now in front of each other out of breath and what felt like the best sex in your life.

You cleaned your mouth with your hand and smiled at him.

"Fuck..."

Arber cupped your face and kissed you deeply. You grabbed him and crawled close. You gave yourself the pleasure to caress his body. The slow make-out session was enough for you to relax. When you pulled back, Arber smiled.

"That was..."

You giggled and nodded. "Yes"

"Not a one-time thing, right? I will hate you if you disappear now" HE said still cupping your face.

"I'd be crazy if I do that" You said with your hands on his waist.

"I like you" He confessed in the softest tone. It felt great to say it.

You bit your lip and your heart went mad. "Take me out" You said.

"Now?"

"No, not now, idiot"

He laughed and kissed you again.

"Saturday?"

"That's perfect" You pecked his lips and pushed his sweaty hair back. "Can we shower?"

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest. And yes, you had another round in the shower before sleeping like two babies.

In the morning, you kissed his shoulder and cheek before getting the clothes he was supposed to give you last night. Outside, you found Slaf sleeping on the sofa.

You moved around the kitchen and looked for the things you needed to start with breakfast. Until you heard heavy steps behind you.

"Morning"

"Morning, Juraj"

"It's nice to see you standing this morning, YN"

You showed him a finger and he laughed.

"Dickhead"

"I told you he would like those them. What did I say? They will drive him nuts"

You laughed and nodded. "You were right, kiddo"

"Not a kid, YN"

"Yeah, whatever"

Arber found you two laughing in the kitchen but he didn't feel that jealousy anymore.

"Hey"

You turned to look at him and smiled to yourself when you saw him only wearing sweats.

"Good morning"

"Indeed" He said and walked to you before side hug you and kissing your head. "Smells good"

"Yeah. Juraj, wake Jordan up and tell him breakfast is ready"

"Mum and Dad need alone time, understood"

Arber and you laughed but as soon as he was out, Arber cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet good morning kiss.

"What were you laughing at?"

You bit your lip and winked at him. "A secret of ours"

You wouldn't tell Arber that when he had been dying of jealousy, Juraj had been encouraging you to talk more to him and had convinced you that Arber actually liked you.