#but i also have like 20 other aus that i need to be working on
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what if i rewrote high school musical and made it gayer
#hear me out ive already made a reprise for âstick to the status quoâ but ryan#bc you cant tell me that being gay in high school and hearing everyone sing about how you need to âbe normalâ and âstick to the status quoâ#wouldn't affect you negatively#and make you feel like its unsafe to come out#this is actually an idea that me and @theeviltwinduh had like two years ago that we talked about for a while#and its returned to my brain and i wanna do it#but i also have like 20 other aus that i need to be working on#(looks at beyond the kira investigation which i need to finish ch 4 of)#but you know what i might just add it on as a side project#because why not!#ryan is gay obviously#sharpay is a closeted lesbian (probably with some internalized shit going on)#troy and gabriella are the person metaphor for being bi/multisexual fight me#chad is also bi i fear#and a trans man#i have no explanation for that one but he is just trust me#my friend (who is aroace) said that taylor is giving somewhere on the aroace spectrum#âstop making things gayâ too late im making everything more gay
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actually im kind of thinking abt how all the main players in the AU are probably way more mentally Not Great than it may appear at first
#like Alex is constantly worrying she isn't doing enough for her family and pushes herself way too hard physically and mentally bc of it#no one expects it out of her but she kind of just got herself into that mindset and ends up hurting herself by pushing too hard usually#(Rana is working with her to help break the habit)#Herobrine lived in caves for like 7 (I think. im too lazy to go check the rough timeline rn) years straight#like i already dont have to explain why thats bad on its own but hyperfixating on a dead civilization that long#to the point where you almost entirely forgot your first language is Worse.#he's had so many spider bites and eaten parts of spiders that he's literally just immune to the venom now#Rana you'd think would be better off since she's like the traditional happy cheery character but I guess that's also why she's Not#being happy is a choice to her. she's lived through some of the worst shit but she keeps persisting because the world needs more love in it#she's going to be happy out of spite despite all the odds and she wants to give that to others as much as she can#this girl walks in and out of the Nether every other month for potion ingredients like how 'okay' can she actually be really#Steve is probably like the most normal by comparison#but im not really sure how sane you can realistically qualify yourself to be when you've previously done DIY top surgery with a sword#that was not a fun day for neither Steve nor (pre transition) Rana but it worked! please dont do that again#no one else do it either neither of them would recommend it#he's not traumatized from that or anything but ill be damned if the gender dysphoria didnt win that day#but at the same time so did he. via the use of like 20 healing potions#thanks Rana#minecraft au mastertag
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good evening. im regressing <3
#its sooooo funny how i have one (1) night thats awful in such a specific way. and here i come crawling back 2 this blog#at least i know it will always be here for me. sigh#like dont get me wrong i loooove selfships i love selfhsip content but i dont always feel like i Need it u know#like its such a big coping mechanism that when things are good im like! yes! its so cute but i dont think about it as much#and then i get some news that crushes my heart and soul and suddenly im like. oh ok. my fake boyfriends will help me feel better about this#laying on the floor. it's so dumb#not. this blog. the thing im upset about#its fine. like its cool. its not a big deal#but the specific fucked up way my brain works is like.#a solif 80% of my mind is like oh its the end of the world you should kill yourself actjally#while the other 20% is over in the corner like.#no like this isnt even bad news. theres no logical reason you should be upset about this even a little bit#aughghghhh. anyway. ive got like 6 chapters of sl to catch up on and also i watched hannibal clips yesterday#and also ive been rewatching bfu and ghostfiles so . prepare for me tobe absolutley fucking insufferable#oh and im thinking abt fish a lot so naturally that means im also thinking about merm/subnautica aus . wooohoo
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thatâs the way road dogs do it || one
joel miller x f!reader
a/n: this one is a little wild; part two is already shaping up to be even more wild. many smooches to my beloveds: @pedrospatch for all the reassurance and support and for betaâing this bad boy for me, and to @dinandwhiskey for screaming with me about this idea many many moons ago <33
pairing: ex-boyfriendâs dad!joel x f!reader summary: on a night out with friends, you run into someone from your past. warnings: [no-outbreak au], big girthy age gap [reader is in her 20âs, joel is 50âs], alcohol consumption, allusions to cheating [not by joel or reader], no sarah or ellie but joel has a son, joel has tattoos and is a biker, pet names [darlinâ, baby, kiddo], sexualization of the term kiddo [from the deepest darkest pits of my soulâŠidfc], a little bit of humiliation, panty sniffing, a teensy bit of fingering, a little manhandling, pervy!joel [heâs also a little fucked up and really unhinged but so am i so whateva], pussy pronouns, dirty talk [umm it gets weird lol], daddy kink, degradation, semi-public sex, rough unprotected p in v sex, mirror sex, hair pulling, dubcon [joel takes pictures of her that she doesnât verbally consent to], smidgen of angst [ofc bc itâs me], creampie, body marking/writing [use of a pen], soft!joel, reader wears a skirt, has hair, wears makeup, and has two tattoos that are described within the story word count: 8.6k
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Bad Habits is the bar where you spend every Friday night after work with your friends. Itâs always too loud and too bright for your liking. But they serve good booze for a reasonable price and itâs on the way back from your office. Your Friday night usual; stopping at the bar with some friends from work before you bore yourself to sleep by looking over briefings and finalizing notes you need to send over to your boss in time for Mondayâs nine am meeting.
You excuse yourself from the booth and head for the bar, plopping yourself on the velvet cushion of a creaky bar stool as you set your purse on the sticky bartop, ordering yourself another drink. Your phone chimes, and you sigh as you pull it out of your purse along with a pen and notepad, knowing itâs an email with a list of requests from your boss. He did tell you heâd send it to you before the end of the night.Â
Itâs when one of your hands is pressed to your temple, the other scribbling down your bossâ requests on paper when you hear it â a low, gravelly Southern drawl, a voice laced with honey â that you thought youâd never hear again.Â
âThis seat taken?â
Your pen freezes for a moment; you could pick that voice out of a suspect line-up. It never left you. But you willingly ignore him and decide youâre going to have a little fun of your own with him, so you continue finalizing your thoughts on paper as he situates himself beside you and orders a glass of whiskey while heâs at it.Â
âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doinâ sittinâ in a place like this all by herself?âÂ
âIâm not alone. My friends are over there,â you throw your thumb, pen in hand, over your shoulder, jutting to your booth. âJust needed another drink,â you say, your eyes never leaving the notepad.Â
âWhy wonât you let me see your face, darlin?â he asks, head tilting to the side, assessing you.Â
You snort. âWhy. So you can decide whether or not my face is pretty enough to fuck â Mr. Miller?â Your voice drops an octave at the end of the sentence.Â
You finally turn your head so youâre face to face with the man beside you, the father of your ex-boyfriend.Â
Surprise flashes across his face; his mouth hangs agape briefly before he shuts it tightly. You watch as the Adamâs apple bops slowly in his throat. For once, the father of your shit-eating, cheating ex-boyfriend doesnât have a comeback. He clears his throat as he attempts to recover.Â
âDidnât realize it was you, darlinâ,â he says gruffly, a hand coming up to scratch his beard.Â
You chuckle to yourself a little. âOf course you didnât. The last time we saw each other was what? A year ago? Maybe more?â you quip.Â
âYou look different,â he says matter-of-factly, eyes glossing over your figure so quick you almost miss it.Â
You raise an eyebrow at him; the corner of your mouth kicks up as you tilt the rim of your glass to your lips, hiding your smirk behind a sip.
âGood. I mean â you look good,â he tips his glass on its heel, eyeing it as he toys with it.Â
You tilt your head in a shrug, âI needed a change.â
After Joel Millerâs son cheated on you and broke your heart, after you let the hurt linger for a few weeks and told your sob story to your friends who happily listened, you took their advice.Â
You need something new, something fresh, babe.Â
It really does help.
Youâll feel like a whole new person.Â
Trust me, itâll be good for you.Â
You dyed your hair a few times, until you found a shade that felt more you. You got yourself a whole new wardrobe, something a little less fucking prudish and a little more slutty, and despite the clichĂ© of it all, their suggestions did help to leave that shy, agreeable girl in the dust. The breakup was the last push you needed to leave it all behind.Â
And now here you are, a little over a year later, sitting beside your exâs father, whom you once hated to admit to yourself â no, you never really admitted it to yourself, but you found him attractive. Fuck. Who were you kidding? You didnât just find Joel Miller, the father of your ex-boyfriend, attractive; you found yourself wanting to open your legs for him more than you did for his son, whom you had been dating for eight months.Â
His eyes fall to your chest, trailing down the low cut of your top, and fixating on the peaks of your nipples beneath the tight fabric, and your heart stutters. âQuite the change,â a hint of a glint swimming in his hazel eyes.Â
You canât say the same for him.
You take him in now; he looks almost exactly the same, apart from a few more wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes. Still, heâs somehow more handsome.Â
His tousled salt-and-pepper hair still sits messily on his head, though his beard is lined with more silver than you remember.Â
Fuck.Â
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes trail down his body, thick shoulders and thick arms deliciously clad in his black leather jacket, and beneath that, his white t-shirt pulls taut across his broad chest. Â
 And oh.Â
Joelâs head turns, peering over his shoulder at the sound of glass breaking. Your eyes flick back up and catch a curl of black ink on the tanned skin beneath his collar. Thatâs new.Â
When he turns back, he raises the glass to his lips with a scoff, clouding the inside of it, and the dim light from above the bar catches on the square face of a gold band on his marked pinkie finger. Thatâs also new. Your eyes donât miss that his fourth finger still remains devoid of a wedding ring.Â
âI have your son to thank for that." You drop your phone, pen, and notepad into your purse, giving him your full attention.
A muscle in Joelâs jaw ticks. Flicks his tongue across his bottom lip before he bites it. Is it a show of anger? Disappointment? Youâre not quite sure.
But there is one thing that you are sure of: Joel Miller liked having you around. You knew it. You were aware that his eyes lingered whenever he saw you. You caught it from the very first time. When you showed up at his house, in jeans that clung to you like skin, how you bent at the waist to fish your keys out of his sofa cushion, and in your periphery, caught the subtle tilt of his head to get a better look at how the denim hugged your ass just right, feeling his eyes boring into you, your skin sizzling with heat.
If youâre being honest, you didnât care. You didnât feel guilty or shameful for how Joel looked at you. You basked in how he made you feel; you certainly werenât getting that kind of attention from his son. He had his eyes (and his dick) on someone else.Â
You liked how that very last night you spent at Joel Millerâs house â a fortnight before you broke up with his son â you padded down the hallway to the bathroom in an old skirt that you had outgrown (wearing it only because it was the last of clean bottoms before laundry day), and you overheard Joel Miller in his bedroom, fucking his fist and coming with a gruff groan of your name on his lips. Â
You just werenât sure if he knew that you knew. Â
His body twists, props a leg up on the footrest of your bar stool. âWhat happened between you two? He never talked about it,â he inquires.Â
You scoff. âHe gets that from you, you know, not talking about things. Think he knows it too.âÂ
Confusion floods his features.Â
Your eyes drop to the inside of your glass. âYour divorce. Jason complained all the time about how neither of you talked about it.â
âThere was nothinâ to talk about. She left,â he quips.Â
âShe cheated on you,â you retort.Â
âHow didââÂ
âHe knew, and he watched when you didnât fight it. Think thatâs why he did the same to me.âÂ
âThat kid. Always fucking trouble,â he huffs, then takes a short sip.Â
 âHey, you raised him,â you joke.Â
âI didnât raise him to be a piece of shit,â he bites, shakes his head instantly, eyes meeting yours, and thereâs something behind them that you canât quite place yet.
âIâm not saying itâs your fault, I justâ" You sigh exasperatedly, âI think seeing how you didnât fight for your marriage, for your wife, messed with him. And as much as I hate him for getting his dick wet in another girl, I think... well, now I know why he did it." Right shoulder tips in a slight shrug.Â
Joelâs eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.Â
âWhat?â you ask.Â
 âNothin'âI didnât expect Iâd ever hear you say that.â
 You look at him pointedly.Â
 âGettinâ his dick wet,â he repeats. âIâm not used to hearing you say things like that sâall,â he says with a breathless laugh, shaking his head a little.Â
You sigh. âTold you, heartbreak is a hell of a thing.âÂ
âYou didnât deserve that darlinâ, Mâsorry,â he soothes. He leans towards you, a heavy hand dropping to your bare thigh, fingers wrapping tightly around it. It takes everything in you not to squeeze your thighs shut at his touch.Â
You avert your eyes, scanning the crowd in the bar, your eyes eventually landing on your friends all crammed in the booth before looking back at Joel. âEverything happens for a reason, I guess.âÂ
His head dips, eyebrows go up in surprise, his expression a slight mixture of shock and guilt. âYou really believe that?âÂ
You flash him a soft smile. Youâre not sure that you do, but selfishly, itâs easier than the truth, and whatever it was, youâre not concerned about it anymore. âItâs fine, Mr. Miller, honestly," you clarify.Â
His calloused thumb rubs small circles on your thigh; heat radiates there. âHow many times, I gotta tell you, itâs Joel,â he insists.
Your eyes roll, âalright. Joel, itâs fine. Iâm much happier now.â
âOh yeah?" His hand releases your thigh; your body feels like itâll wilt without the heat of his touch. His arms cross over as he leans forward on the bartop. The cuff of his left sleeve raises, revealing ink curling around his wrist. Did he complete his sleeve? You swallow thickly, your eyes lingering.Â
"Got yourself a new boyfriend?ââ He asks.Â
You finally peel your eyes away, arching your brow. âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
His boot brushes against your bare ankle as he turns towards you; electricity sparks up your leg and up the base of your spine, awakening a long-dormant need. âNothinâ, just reckon that a pretty thing like yourself has a new stupid college fella.â
You chuckle. âI donât date, it's not worth my time anymore.â You take a swig of your drink, swallow the tang down, and it mixes with the lick of heat, slowly spreading its way into your veins. Youâre trying to tame the surge of energy zipping through your body, but itâs so damn hot beneath the lights lining the bar. And the chatter buzzing around the room, coupled with the weight of Joelâs gaze, isnât fucking helping. Itâs overwhelming, the nerves and arousal taking over, lacing with the alcohol in your system.
âThat so?â His voice is a low rumble, dangerous. The corners of his lips twitch; your eyes dart down to them.Â
You set your glass down on the dark wood with a clink, and your fingers begin tracing the rim of the glass. âAnd you?â Your body is warm and humming, something churning deep in your core.
His hazel eyes slowly rake down your body, a hint of hunger in them as they pause at the hem of your skirt, barely covering the place where you need him most; your skin is on fire under the heat of his gaze, and for a moment you have to resist the urge not to pounce on him right there in a bar full of people.
His voice cuts through your reverie as he answers. âNot in the cards for me, darlinâ,â his eyes crease before he tips the glass to his lips.
âGuess we got one thing in common,â you sigh and mirror him.Â
His eyes never leave yours as he takes a sip, and your chest blooms. Black takes up the hazel hues in his eyes, full of lust, and you think back to all the times youâve had his attention; only now itâs worse because you can act on it. And maybe itâs the liquid courage in your blood. Maybe itâs some stroke of desire for revenge. Maybe itâs just that â desire. Maybe itâs because you know him. Know by all those times you racked up in your brain of longing stares and fleeting tugs of every nerve of your body.
So you think, with the very obvious throbbing in your core, with desire turning molten and pooling between your thighs that you can no longer ignore, that now is your chance; youâve got nothing holding either of you back this time.
âYou want to get out of here?â Your eyes fall down his body and bite your lip as you take in his broad form again.Â
He chuckles darkly. âCanât leave my crew, sweetheart,â he juts his chin towards an area behind you. Your body twists, and laughter threatens to bubble in your chest when you spot them. Three men, all silver-haired and scruffy beards that cover surly faces, all clad in tethered leather jackets, sit in a corner towards the back of the bar.Â
You turn back to Joel with a hint of smirk on your lips. âArenât you getting a little old to still be biking around? Shouldn't fossils be encased or padded up or something? You know as they age they don't hold up very well,â you tease.Â
He bares his teeth with a crooked grin; the corners of his eyes crease. âCareful, kiddo,â voice a low warning, but thereâs a hint of playfulness behind it.
You knock back the rest of your drink swiftly, ignoring how it burns the back of your throat. âWell, thatâs too bad,â you start. Driven by the alcohol coursing through your burning veins and the painful ache at the apex of your thighs, your left hand grabs his, rested beneath the bar, and guides it under your skirt and towards your dripping sex. He stiffens, inhaling sharply through his nose as he feels the way the wet fabric clings to the lips of your pussy. You bring your lips to the shell of his ear and drop your voice to make it more deep and velvety â more enticing. âSheâs already wet.â
You drop his hand and hop off the barstool and onto wobbly legs, your right hand looping your crossbody over your shoulder, and before your leg even brushes past his, his hand snaps out and wraps around your wrist, dwarfing it in his grasp.Â
Without another word, he tugs you behind him, past your table of friends, all too loud and too drunk celebrating the end of another work week to notice the two of you sauntering by. He drags you down the dimly lit hall, and youâre biting your bottom lip, containing the smile that threatens to spread across your face as he shoves you into the bathroom.Â
Within seconds, heâs on you, pressing into you so your back slams into the tethered wooden door. Your hands find his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands streaked with gray.
And with his mouth flush with yours, the taste of whiskey and cheap cigars is warm on your tastebuds, and you cannot get enough of it. You've dreamt of what he'd taste like for so long, and it's everything you've ever wanted. His tongue is heavy and hot as he pushes it into your mouth, swirling it around and cutting across your gums, leaving no inch of your mouth uncharted. Itâs all rushed and sloppy and hungry, and very quickly does it become clear to you that heâs wanted this â wanted you, just as much as you had from the very beginning.Â
Somewhere in the heady haze, you manage to remove your left hand from his dark curls, drifting it south behind your back to slide the greasy lock shut behind you, sealing your fate.Â
The sound of the lock clicking in place has Joel maneuvering you towards the sink, your heels scraping against the tile as the both of you drift backwards, tongues still intertwined.Â
Your hands fumble with his belt, and at the same time, your mouth skates down his neck, tongue darting out and lapping at the inked skin there. You hum at the taste of warm, salty sweat. As you try to drag the leather out from his silver buckle, you move to drop to your knees. You donât even get halfway before heâs reaching for your wrists, pulling you back up to stand. ââS much as Iâd like that kiddo, I've been waitinâ too long to get inside this cunt,â he says bluntly, and then heâs taking a step forward, trapping you against the cold ceramic. âIf mâgonna come, s'gonna be inside o' her.âÂ
Your stomach flips at his words, and you canât deny that the use of that word again makes you want to drop to your knees for him twofold. Instead, Joel drops to one of his, grunting as his denim-clad knee hits the cold tile, and itâs what he does next that manages to shatter all essence of confidence you had tonight.
Joel flicks up your skirt with one large hand while the other grips the back of one of your thighs, and one of your hands finds one of his shoulders, fingers already clinging onto him for dear life as you try to anchor yourself. Youâre throbbing for him as his hand drifts north to cup your sex through your damp panties; he tears his gaze away to peer up at you. âHow many dicks has this pussy taken since my son?âÂ
His words strike you hard, and your blood runs as cold as ice. Your breath kicks out of your lungs. That was the last thing you expected him to say. Despite the fact Joelâs eyes often lingered and his breath often wavered in your presence, he always managed to compose himself. You never imagined he'd act on those impulses.
âIâI donâtââ you blink a few times, your brain malfunctioning, trying to find the words.Â
âHow many,â he taunts, his fingers prod at your lace-covered slit, his thumb applying pressure to your clit through your underwear.Â
âIâ I donât know. I canât remember,â you whisper.
Joel sniggers. âI figured. Sheâs just a little pocket pussy for us, ainât she?â A shiver runs up your spine, and he watches you, hazel eyes glimmering in the soft yellow glow of the bathroom, gauging your reaction for a tell, a tick, something, thatâll give him a reason to stop. When you donât, his head dips down between your thighs, and his strong nose presses up against the damp stain on the front of your skimpy black thong, which was doing a rather poor job of covering your cunt. His eyes close slowly, and he inhales. Long and hard, so hard you can feel his nostrils contracting against you as he breathes in your scent. And itâs not your fault a measly whimper spills from your lips when he does so.Â
âThis all for me now?â He coaxes, his fingers strumming up and down your slit through the lace. Words fail you as you look down and find his eyes already on yours. You nod once for him.Â
âWords, darlinâ,â his voice dark, thick fingers shifting your panties aside, exposing you to the cold air and spreading your soft folds apart, toying with your wetness.Â
Oh fuck, sneaks past your lips in a whisper, and one of your arms snaps out behind you, hand wrapping around the edge of the sink. Â
He tilts his head up, and your eyes fixate on his middle finger that reads, clutch, as the tip pokes into your aching hole. "Sâthis what you wanted? You oughta ask for it, pretty girl.â
âI want you. Fuckâ I want you to fuck me, Joel.â You choke out.Â
âAttagirl,â he starts, knees cracking as he stands. âBend over ân let me see her up close this time,â he says with a smirk.Â
You obey, and turn to drop your purse beside the sink before placing your hands on the wet countertop. But your eyes donât find your own reflection in the mirror. Instead, they fall on Joelâs movements behind you and gulp down the near-pathetic excitement and nerves sizzling over you. Joelâs too entranced by the sight before him to pick up how your breath hitches in your throat when his calloused hands push your skirt over the curve of your ass and up to your waist. His sly smirk kicks into a low chuckle as he catches sight of your tattoo on your left ass cheek that reads, daddyâs girl.
You go perfectly still, and a firm hand between your shoulders pushes you forward, your upper body now parallel to the dark countertop. Your heartbeat thrums loudly in your ears, but you can still hear the low whistle he sings from behind you. And thenâ
âJesus,â he breathes as he pauses and marvels at you, his gaze shifting up and down your form, goosebumps erupting across your skin as the knuckle of his index finger traces down the small of your back, cold metal from the ring on his pinkie grazes the meat of your ass by happenstance. âPretty little thing, ainât ya?âÂ
And itâs almost like he canât believe heâs here â with you, thirty years his junior, and his sonâs ex-girlfriend, in a bar bathroom, about to ruin not only you but every other woman for himself for the rest of his life.
The liquid courage mustâve kicked into overdrive because you donât know what compels you to do it, but before you can stop yourself, you call out his nameâ
âJoel.â
His dark eyes flit upwards to meet yours in the mirror.Â
âYou gonna stand there and stare all night, or you gonna fill her up?â But the tone of your voice doesnât make it sound at all like a question, and you donât mean it to be.Â
That seems to pull him back. He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. âFuckinâ Christ, I didnât think youâd be this filthy.â
His reaction manages to bring back your confidence, and your lips curl in turn.Â
Joel doesnât waste anymore time. You feel the rough drag of denim against the back of your thighs and hear the metallic clang of his belt and the buzz of his zipper as he frees himself from the confines of his jeans. When he hooks a thick finger underneath your panties, tugging them to the side and over one cheek, you canât help but clench, and Joel definitely doesnât miss it.Â
He tuts. âNeedy little thing too,â he grips his length, thick and heavy in his hand, and lines up the blunt cockhead with your throbbing hole; it winks at him. âTiny holeâs begging for me to fuck her, ainât she? Look at her flirtinâ with me,â Joel gloats.Â
And the sane part of you wants to cringe at that, but your cunt betrays you and clenches around terrible emptiness again. Joel doesnât wait for you to respond; his eyes flicker back down to your hole, pushing the wide head of his cock inside, and that spark from earlier ignites.Â
âOh, Christ,â he exhales, his jaw falling loose and eyes going hooded as he enters your warm, wet cunt. You gasp as your own eyes fall shut at the stretch, your face twisting upwards at the sharp sting. You didnât get to look at it before, but you can feel him. Heâs big. Bigger than anything youâve ever had, and for a second youâre not quite sure heâll be able to fit. But Joel being Joel means heâs a stubborn bastard. He makes it fit. He pushes himself in, in, in, and you whine, and he groans as your pussy wraps perfectly around every inch of his thick length, sinking in like a dream.
He bottoms out inside your cunt, his tip kissing your cervix, and youâre gripping the edge of the sink so tight that if it werenât for Joel fucking you, youâd be worried if your knuckles would break the skin. âFuck, thatâs good,â he breathes, ragged and hard.Â
And it is. He feels so good. Stretching your cunt out and carving a place for himself after all this time. All the wanting and pining. Shared glances and stolen moments that you believed to be over the moment you broke up with that bastard of a son have finally led you here with him.Â
âDaddy,â pours from your lips involuntarily. Your eyes snap wide open, and you freeze. Joel draws his hips back, cock pulling out from your gaping hole and catching onto itâs head, and before you can scramble your brain for a pathetic excuse of an apology, his lips curl into a snarl, and he slams his hips forward, cock ramming into you full throttle. The force of his thrust so hard, your body jolts forward, and your pelvis collides with the sink.
He doesnât give you time to recover; Joel sets a fast, unforgiving pace, and with every strong, expert roll of his hips, the edges of your vision begin to blur. And it doesnât matter how fast he bucks into you; the size of his cock never fails to fill you up to the hilt on every long, punishing stroke. Heâs fucking loving it. And so are you. Letting him use you and yanking you back onto his cock by the thin material of your thong, hips snapping back into his like a rubber band. The air quickly fills with delicious wet sounds of your skin slapping against his, your moans and his, and the sharp clink, clink, clink, of metal rattling against you as the movement of your bodies colliding increases.Â
âDirty fuckinâ girl,â he says, voice rough with arousal. âBeen dreaminâ of this pussy since the first time I laid eyes on ya,â he pants, eyes never leaving where the two of you are connected.
Desperate whimpers and breathy moans spill from your lips, his left hand bruising on your hip. âCaught a glimpse of that pretty young pussy under your skirt. Couldnât get it out of my damn head. I thought about you nâ fucked my fist every night to that image of you in your slutty little skirt. Too fuckinâ short to cover anything.â Your cunt drools with slick with every word that spills from him; you can feel it on the tops of your inner thighs. The wet suction of your cunt around his cock getting louder and louder and louder. Itâs borderline pornographic.Â
His voice cuts through the lewd sounds. âSome nights I heard those sweet sounds you madeâfucked my fist then too. Were you fakinâ it, baby? Huh. Were you fakinâ it with him? My son ever fuck you this good?â He rambles, grip smarting your flesh.Â
Your stomach jolts. Scratch that. Thatâs the last thing you expected him to say. If your ex-boyfriendâs father fucking you wasnât going to send you spiraling, then him bringing up his own son while he fucks you dumb certainly will.Â
Your mind is abuzz; your brain has gone completely blank. Thereâs no way you could form a proper word in response, even if you tried. There isnât a single thought inside your head. Itâs too much. Too many things are happening at once. For one, heâs never been this talkative; you were lucky if you got two sentences out of him a year ago. And now heâs asking you if his son fucks as good as he does.Â
You donât answer. You canât. And heâs not expecting you to. All you can do is whimper and moan while he fucks you with abandon, the way you should have been fucked all those times by his son.
âYou donât gotta answer. I know he didnât. That boy didnât know what was good for him if it hit him til he was blue in the face.â And you moan in agreement, still not able to think of a response while his tip jabs at your most sensitive spot.Â
âSâokay, you were made to take my cock,â he grits, his ringed finger digging into your skin by the unrelenting grip on your waist. âMade to take mine, not his. Tell me, my cock bigger than his?âÂ
âDaddyââ you gasp, your cunt flutters around him, and Joel laughs a little at you, a low mocking sound that fuels the fire roiling low in your belly.Â
âCourse it is,â he murmurs. âYou were made for me. So fuckinâ pretty nâ perfect nâ â fuck â so goddamn tight. Tighter than a fleshlight, baby.â He hisses in between sharp thrusts.
âN-â you choke on your words, fresh tears pricking your eyes by the force of him fucking you so hard.Â
He clicks his tongue. âYou donât like that, baby? You tellinâ me if I say it again, she wonât fuckinâ squeeze the hell outta me?â
Your cunt answers for you, giving him exactly what he wants and fluttering around him in response.
âSâokay, you can like it. You oughta. This sloppy cuntâs gonna be my new cocksleeve. Gonna blow my load in ya, pump you so full oâme.âÂ
You squeeze painfully tight around him again and bite your bottom lip to muffle the obscene, broken moan that escapes you. You canât help but picture what Joel looks like thrusting himself into the toy. Was he using it that night? When you heard him coming with a groan of your name, was he pretending to paint your cunt instead of the inside of faux flesh? Or did he pull out and imagine covering your face in his cum? Your back arches as you push yourself up by the heels of your palms on the ceramic, your head topples back onto your neck, eyes rolling back into your skull, the walls of your cunt tensing at the thought.Â
His fingers unhook themselves from your panties and his hand finds the back of your skull, and with a firm grip, he angles your head, so you are face to face with your own depraved reflection. âLook how fuckinâ sexy you look takinâ me,â he growls.
And you do; your vision refocuses on the wrecked girl in the mirror: hair wild yet pulled back by Joelâs tight fist, lipstick stained around your swollen lips, mascara smudged by wet tears at the corners of your eyes, temples glistening with beads of sweat as youâre split wide open, perfectly filled to the brim by your ex-boyfriendâs fatherâs cock.Â
Joelâs fist tightens on your makeshift ponytail, pulling you back into him, and with your back now pressed flush to his chest, he brings his lips to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, eyes watching each other in the mirror. âYouâve got a velvet cunt, kiddo, sâdamn shame my son didnât know what to do with it.âÂ
You squeak, your body jostling and rolling with pleasure on every shift forward, the edge of the countertop bruising your hip bones. Youâre blissfully unaware of the spit drooling from your lips and dripping all over the sink faucet until Joel points it out.
âLook at you, wanted it so bad youâre fuckinâ droolinâ fâme, naughty girl,â he pants, hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. âWanted me to use you like this, huh?â
âMmm,â you mewl in response, everything beneath your navel tenses while his cock grazes the opening of your cervix on each harsh thrust.
He tuts. âAww, poor baby, you were all talk before. But you canât talk back now, huh? You all cock dumb, sâthat it? Daddy, fuckinâ ya stupid?âÂ
"So â good â Daddy,â you force a choked moan. Your cunt clamps down around him, and it burns, flames running wild, scratching away at your nerves as the fat head of his cock brushes against your g-spot again. As if he can feel it too, the snap of his hips grows more desperate. Faster. Harder. Deeper.Â
âKeep doinâ that, doinâ so good for me, kiddo. Just a little more, give it to me, come on daddyâs cock, câmon,â he rasps. Your stomach twists and your chest tightens, his cock hitting you so deep each time his hips swing, and the weight of his balls slapping wetly against your clit has you hurtling full speed towards your release.Â
âDaddy â oh fâ fuck,â your voice all broken and hoarse. Your entire body goes painfully tight, thighs quivering, and something deep within you snaps. Your eyes screw shut as the energy thrums through your blood. Your mind is a dizzying blur, white light streaking behind your eyelids, and thereâs a low ringing in your ears as your orgasm fully engulfs you.Â
"Yeah, thatâs it. Thatâs it, kiddo, there you go, let her soak me,â Joel praises as he fucks you through your high, cunt throbbing while your hips move lazily back and forth on him.Â
As your orgasm settles, your body goes limp, and your head begins to dip, but Joel tightens his grip on you, shifting your body like a ragdoll until youâre on your tiptoes, the perfect angle for him as he fucks relentlessly into you.Â
And with the blissed-out daze of the afterglow and the roaring music from the otherside of the bathroom door getting louder, you can just barely make out Joelâs low rambles of obscenities â almost like heâs mumbling to himself â and the quick, wet, smack, smack, smack of his hips against the plush of your ass as he pummels your cunt, desperate for release â as if his life depends on coming inside you.Â
He grunts and through bleary eyes, you watch him through the mirror. He looks wrecked as he chases after his high. He must feel your eyes on him because then his eyes lock with yours in the mirror, and your cunt squeezes him unconsciously. That sends him overboard. His movements become sloppy, and you feel him twitch inside you. His jaw slackens, his eyes pinching shut while his head lulls back, and a breathless chant of, oh shit, fuck thatâs it, fuck, escapes him as he comes undone.
His hands clamp, hips finally stuttering, a deep groan slipping past his lips, and then you feel the heat spreading inside you as thick spurts of his seed spill deep inside your cunt. His body falls forward over yours, his sweaty forehead falls into your shoulders, and you let him stay there as his cock continues to pulse, hips lazily rutting into you and pumping you full of his load. Your spent cunt spasms around his throbbing cock, and your wet and his, gathers at the base of his girth and trickles down his balls.Â
His hips finally come to a stop, but he doesnât pull out. Instead, his hand drops from your hair and begins rummaging through your purse. It only takes him a few seconds to find what heâs looking for. Your pen. You watch through watery lashes as he pops the cap with his thumb and brings the tip to the small of your back; your body flinches at the feeling of the cold tip.Â
As the ball of the pen drags and tugs across at your skin, for a brief moment you try to surmise what heâs writing, but it takes him too long, and the intensity of your orgasm finally catches up with you. You drop your head on your hand and wait for him to finish whatever the hell heâs drawing on your skin.Â
You feel his body shift behind you again, but itâs not until you hear the familiar sound of a low click that has you snapping your head up to the mirror.Â
Joel Miller has his phone in his hands.Â
And heâs not just doing anything with it. Heâs not scrolling through it. Heâs not opening up the contacts app. Heâs not typing on it.
You catch a bright white flash in the mirror. Heâs taking pictures of you. But not just of you. Heâs taking pictures of your wasted cunt still plugged full of his cock.Â
And for some reason â you donât move. You donât stop him. You donât turn around and snatch the phone from his grasp and call him a dirty old dog. You stay perfectly still, and you let him do what he wants. Letting him take a series of pictures.
But itâs the last few that have his lips curling into a smirk, and he begins mumbling under his breath, gawking at the mess he made of you.Â
With his phone poised in his right hand, his left drops to your left ass cheek, his fingers splay across your flesh, pulling your cheek back, and the shutter sound goes off. "Fuck, sheâs so pretty like this.âÂ
Heat blooms in your chest. No oneâs ever made you feel like this. But thereâs no room for shame when he makes you feel this warm and beautiful... and so fucking sexy.Â
And then it hits you.Â
No oneâs ever made you feel like this. Thereâs a sudden pang in your heart, tears stinging in your eyes. Youâve always known it. But you never admitted it because it never mattered. How could it? When youâve never had someone who made you feel worth their time. How could you know what you were missing out on if youâve never had it to begin with?Â
Your head tips back between your shoulders, forcing the tears back into your skull, and to keep them at bay, you redirect your attention on Joel; watch him as he presses his hips flush to your ass so heâs filled you to the hilt. With your body still trembling, you wince and close your eyes in overstimulation. Your body sags forward on the cold surface, melting into submission.
You hear a series of shutters coupled with Joelâs mutters of, Jesus, look at her, the prettiest little pussy, look at this messy little hole swallowinâ up my cock, while you feel his hand moving along the small of your back, no doubt getting different angles of the place where the two of you become one.Â
It feels like hours have passed by when Joel seems to have gotten his fill. One of his hands finds your hip again; you shiver and gasp in unison as he slowly slips himself out with a wet squelch. He pumped you so full of his release that you already feel it beginning to trickle out. You didnât think thereâd be that much of it for a man his age.
When his cockhead fully slides out from your hole, you have to fight the urge to whine at the loss of it â of him. But itâs what he does next that stops you from reveling in that; his hand quickly reaches down between your bodies, and two thick fingers catch the cum dripping out of you and push it back inside. You whimper tiredly.Â
You stay bent over the sink, and suddenly, for a very brief moment, you feel the heavy weight of his cock slap wetly against your left ass cheek, and for the last time, the camera shutters.Â
He quickly pockets his phone, and then heâs pulling your panties over the ache between your thighs, and his hands tentatively pull the skirt back down over your ass, smoothing out the rumpled fabric. You can hear the low rustling behind you â the buzz of his zipper and the clang of his belt buckle, tucking himself back into his pants.
And then Joel Miller surprises you again. He leans forward over you and places a chaste kiss to your clothed shoulder before his hands are on you, gently tugging your body upright and turning you around to face him as he murmurs a low, Let me look at ya.Â
His eyes scan over your face, grinning immensely, like he canât help being proud of himself for ruining you. And you smile bashfully in tandem as you bring a weak hand up to your face. Joel shoos your hand away and rubs his thumb under your eyes, gently wiping away your tears and smeared mascara, then doing the same to the smudged lipstick at the corners of your mouth.Â
Heâs always been rather soft with you, but itâs a stark contrast in comparison to his earlier behavior; it almost gives you whiplash thinking about it. How he fucked you so full you could feel him in your chest, the stream of profanities he cursed under his breath, moaning the dirtiest things â comparing himself to his son while inside you, taking filthy pictures as evidence of what the two of you have done together, then cleaning you up like itâs second nature to him. All of it was filthy. Heâs filthy. But there was always a softness to him, and thereâs no doubt about it in this moment.
You take the opportunity to mirror him and caress away the lipstick that stained his lips from your kiss, you smile and he sighs at the contact. His thumb swiftly pads over your bottom lip, his gaze lands on your lips, a sort of hesitance, perhaps deciding if he wants to kiss you again. Then, his thumb catches on your plush bottom lip. Joelâs lips twitch, his eyes go dark as he drags the flesh of your bottom lip down, eyeing something he knows he almost missed. He scoffs slightly and shakes his head in near-disbelief. You smirk knowing exactly what heâs reacting to.Â
His entire face blossoms with cherry red as he does another once over on the black ink inside your mouth.Â
âAngel, my ass,â he mutters under his breath before wetting his lips. Already hungry for more.Â
He tilts your chin upwards and leans forward to kiss you. Itâs softer, slower this time, but of course, he still nips gently at your bottom lip, and at the same time, he slips his free hand down between the two of you once more. It moves beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers shoving your panties to the side, the pulp of his middle finger pushing through your puffy folds and into your dripping hole, until the black ink that reads, brake, is entirely sheathed inside your worn cunt, making sure his come stays where it belongs. You whimper against his lips, bucking into his hand.
âKeep that in there, fâme,â he mutters, his hot breath fanning over your lips. âWant you thinkinâ oâme when it drips outta ya tonight.âÂ
You whine faintly when Joel removes his hand. He brings it up to his face, and his tongue darts out to glide across the tip of his digit, licking his finger clean of your wet and his, all while keeping his eyes on yours the whole time.Â
Thereâs a long beat of silence between you, and then he drops his hand, pulling away. Your heart falls, already missing the warmth emanating from his touch.
âWe oughta get back before people start looking for us,â he murmurs as he steps back. You smile softly and nod. Youâre not sure youâll see him again. And you donât have the heart to ask him, nor do you have the strength to handle it if he rejects your offer. You have nothing else to give.Â
You love how he made you feel, but your chest twinges â one that twists deep. And no matter how much you try to quell that deep-seated fear, it never truly leaves you. A little voice in the back of your mind that repeats on a loop like a broken record, telling you: Heâll break your heart. They all do. But he canât hurt you if you donât let him. You resist the urge to turn and run. And instead, you turn to glance back in the mirror, sure to tame your disheveled appearance, giving Joel a chance to leave before you, slipping back into someone from your past.
He makes his way to the door, sliding the lock open; his hand curls around the handle but pauses before pulling it open. He turns to face you. âYou okay?â he asks.Â
It shocks you. Itâs more than his son ever did. Certainly means more to you after heâd ask, Was it good, after coming in you before you even got started. Everything Joel did tonight is more than his son ever did; asking you questions all night and listening attentively while you answered them â whether it was with the hope of fucking you or not â doesn't matter. You fought tooth and nail for a sliver of his sonâs attention, but with Joel, he just fucking gave it to you.Â
You do your best to ignore that gnawing feeling of fear, clawing its way up your chest by the only way you know how; you press your lips to Joelâs, pushing your tongue into his awaiting mouth, and licking along the rim of his teeth. A strong hand curls around your jaw, fighting for dominance over the kiss, but you donât let him for long, though. Reluctantly, you pry yourself off him, but not before Joelâs teeth softly graze your earlobe, nipping the flesh there.
You flash him a quick smile, looping the strap of your purse over your shoulder. âPerfect.âÂ
He smiles softly at that, eyes dancing across your face. âYeah,â he whispers and moves to the side, letting you step out first and following you out.Â
You head straight to the booth where your group of four awaits you, but not before peering over your shoulder and seeing Joel stalk towards his crew. You smile to yourself and tuck a lock of hair behind your ear as you approach your friends. As you shimmy in beside one of them, they ask where you were, and their brows pinch when you mumble, I was feeling a little dizzy. Which isnât a total lie, but no one presses you for more, and youâre glad they donât.Â
Itâs not until your friends start collecting their belongings and announce they want to check out the new bar a few blocks down the street when you feel the weight of tonightâs actions sinking into you. Youâre about ready to call it a night; your eyes are heavy, your brain is still fuzzy, and your body still has not recovered from Joel railing you.Â
You mull over sitting in the booth until the car you plan to order shows up to take you home. But the thought of waiting around in Joelâs presence makes your chest tighten. You donât want to find out if heâll be like the rest of them. Something to scratch an itch, and then wiping you from memory. That urge to flee loops back, and your legs force you to stand.
Collectively, you amble through the bar, still bubbling with energy, and as you make your way to the exit, you can feel the heat of a stare on you. You donât need to turn to know who it is; his broad form ghosts along the edges of your periphery.
You walk against that pull you feel towards him, ache festering, skin burning, and bones grating with every heavy step, your eyes locked on the door like a missile to a target, not letting your eyes wander over to his booth, trying to keep whatâs left of your dignity. Resisting. Resisting. Resisting.Â
Lucas steps out first, holding the door open for another group of younger twenty-somethings as they saunter into the bar. While you hang back, you quickly mumble over your shoulder to Nell that youâre thinking of heading home. Worry cuts across her face, and she extends an offer, At least let me drive you home, hun.Â
Your answer is cut off by the chime of your phone in your purse. You still and fumble for it and see a message from Mr. Miller. You had forgotten you never deleted his number.Â
Holding your phone close to your chest, cautiously away from your friendâs curious eyes, you click on the notification.
Heâd sent you two of the pictures he happily took at the top of the hour with a message that reads, Look damn sexy on my cock, kiddo.Â
Your mouth falls open in a gasp, and pride swells in your chest as you glance at the first picture: Joel plugging your used cunt full of his length, his graying pubic hairs drenched and the base of his shaft gleaming with a white ring of creamy release. Your eyes flit upwards, and you finally get a chance to read the dark permanent lines heâd written on your skin.
Joel had crossed out the latter half of your tattoo on your ass cheek. It now reads, daddyâs fleshlight, in sloppy penmanship. With his grip porcelain white, the cross on his thumb makes an appearance as his digit digs into your hip at the corner of your tattoo. Your eyes drift further north, and above the globe of your ass, the small of your back reads, mine.Â
Your thumb swipes across the screen to the second picture. With his cock poised in his hand, he had pressed the swollen mushroom head, only a hairsbreadth beneath the ink on the plush flesh of your ass â black ink shiny with a pearly film, he had smeared it in your mixed juices. Your cunt clenches at the images â at his absence, missing the warm, thick stretch of him. And suddenly, you feel his cum beginning to dribble out of you and pool into the gusset of your already ruined thong.Â
When you donât answer. The message bubble appears.
A beat, then two, and thenâ
Thereâs a place for you here.
You swallow down the twinge, the ache, press your thighs shut around emptiness, and feel another slight trickle escape your lower lips when your pussy releases more of his cum. You lock your phone and look back up at Nell in front of you. You feign nonchalance and wave her off, telling her you canât go home just yet. Tell her that you received a few more requests from your boss and you, Donât wanna take work home.Â
She asks how youâll get home, you lie, and swiftly mention that you just saw Mr. Miller across the bar and that heâll drive you home. Another tiny white lie. Your place is a solid halfway point from the bar to his house. And when she asks if youâre sure youâll be okay alone, her hand gently squeezing your arm, brows furrowed with worry, bless her heart, your gaze follows that pull like a magnet and lands on Joel.Â
Heâs already watching you.Â
Your eyes lock with his, one hand resting to the side while the other tips the glass heâd been nursing towards you, winking as he takes a short sip of amber liquid.Â
And thereâs no pang in your chest. No urge to flee. Just the warmth of his gaze that in any second now will radiate through his touch, turning your bones to ash.Â
You flash Nell a smile. YeahâŠYouâll be fine.
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gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]
in holy matriphony ch4. in a motherâs eyes
á° pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)
á° summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, and have been taking care of your sick mother ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket to more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance plan in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.
á° genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity, mentions of cigarettes, depression/anxiety; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s
á° warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!
á° chapter. 4/x
á° words. 10k (omg a whole number...very sexy)
a/n. hellooo my ihm friends! hope you're all doing well. ahh i'm glad to finally be posting this chapter lolol. it's a littleee off tangent from what happens in ch3, but still has some important plot developments. it does dive into feelings of depression & anxiety, so just wanted to give a warning on that! but yea other than that i hope you enjoy and see you at the bottom!! :) also so sorry if there are errors i only had time to skim through it once :((
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âJust go ahead and sign right here for me.â
You take the pen from the hospice nurseâs hand. Itâs cheap black plastic with a pink fuzzy pom pom attached to the end of it with peeling glue.Â
Your eyes briefly flit across the paragraphs detailed in printed ink until your gaze lands on the highlighted lines at the bottom of the page. Your signature. Spouseâs signature.
âWeâll need to have your husband come here to sign the paperwork as well, since heâll have to add your mother on his list of dependents, but we can certainly get started on expediting this process for you since the insurance has already been pre-approved,â the nurse tells you as she accepts your signed paperwork and then neatly tucks it into one of the compartment holders.Â
The afternoon goes by smoothly, with your mother surprisingly patient as she sits in the waiting room while you wait for the nurses to formally show you to her new room.
You thought that you could put off putting her in hospice for a little longer, because in all honesty, you werenât prepared to let her go just yet. You werenât prepared to not have her in the house anymore. But lately, sheâs been putting herself in lots of danger, like attempting to take her own medications when she does not know the correct dosing, and forgetting things on the stove when she attempts to cook.
But the last straw was when you came home from a very brief run to the grocery store at night a couple days ago to see a handful of your neighbors out on the front lawn with your mother at their side. She had apparently gotten out of the house and walked down the neighborhood, then fallen on the sidewalk but was unable to get up. When your neighbors had found her, a miracle as they were just coming home from dinner and caught sight of her in the illumination of their headlights, they tried to help her get up but she couldnât. She couldnât even tell the firefighters that came by to help her what her name was, or what year it was, or where she lived.
It was when you realized you couldnât even keep her safe anymore that you had to let go.
âIs that a wedding ring?â your mother asks, pointing a trembling finger to it as she lays tucked inside her new hospice bed, âare you married?â
You glance down at the ring Gojo gave you in the courthouse, almost surprised to find that you were still wearing it in good faith. âYes, mom. I am.â
âWhy am I here?â she asks you, âI donât want to be here.â
You stiffen a little. Although you were mentally preparing yourself to answer these questions, the preparation didnât make it any easier. âI know. Iâm sorry. Itâs just for a little short while, okay? The doctors want to run some tests on you.â
âWho are you married to?â she asks.
âTo Satoru,â you tell her, âour neighbor.â
She lets out a small gasp. âThe sweet boy who fixed our A/C?â
You roll your eyes. not sure why your mother has hyper fixated on that memory with Gojo when most days sheâll look at you like youâre a stranger. âYes mom.â
âOh, I like him,â she tells you with an affectionate nod. She hesitates slightly, wearisome of some other thought that flashes through her mind. âHow long have you been married?â
You let out a small sigh. This is already a conversation you had with her a couple days ago, and it doesnât feel good to lie to her. It was hard enough to do once, but to have to constantly lie to her over and over again over all the smallest things just so that she stays calm and safe and happy seems to drain you of all your energy and happiness you had left in your bones.
Little white lies, thatâs what they are. Harmless ones. Thatâs what you tell yourself to absolve yourself of the guilt.
âIâll come back soon, okay? Iâll tell you more about him some other day,â you say to her, speaking gently in the way an adult would speak to a child. The way she used to speak to you. You could never exactly pinpoint when those roles became reversed.
You finish discussing some more insurance matters with the front-desk nurse as she puts together a small folder of documents for you. While she works, you glance at the little counter shelf that includes a plethora of pamphlets on how to deal with the complicated feelings that arise from putting a loved one in hospice care, and dealing with the emotions of having a relative with advanced stage dementia. They are pretty brochures, lovingly creased at the folds as if looked through multiple times by people who walk in and out of this facility, but seemingly only few take them home. You slip one of each into your folder when the nurse hands it to you, manage the best smile possible, and then turn on your heel to head out the hospice doors.
The sun is setting outside as you take the walk back to your car, which was purposefully parked a half mile away to afford you the luxury of a melancholic stroll. Somehow, you feel like youâve left a piece of yourself back at the hospice. A feeling you canât quite shake from your bones.
Your feet stop walking somewhere along the sidewalk on their own, the street lights above you flickering brighter into life as the sky is now a dusty gray with only streaks of purple. Thereâs a liquor store you spot across a small parking lot to your right, and youâre guided towards it, but not without a sickening feeling in your chest.
When you open the door, the bell at the top jingles, and you glance to the right where you see a lanky young man playing some sort of shooter game on his phone by the cash register. You grab a bottle of vodka, a bottle of white wine, some packs of skittles, one of the mini pizza boxes at the hot food station, and then dump it all onto the counter.
The young man scans all your items without even so much as sparing you a glance, but does take a look at your ID, then says, âTotalâs $68.65, cash or card?â
âCard.â
Just before you tap your card, something displayed behind the cashier counter catches your eye. Something familiar, something tempting, something you weigh in your head about twenty times within one millisecond all due to the cortisol coursing through your veins and you eventually say, âUh, and could I get one of those, too?â
The cashier looks behind himself to what youâre pointing at before turning around. âSure.â
The same jingle is heard on top of your head as you leave the store, now with a burning hot mini pizza box in your hand as well as a plastic bag that carries your candy and the two clinking bottles of alcohol.
âOh!! omg, y/n,â you hear a feminine voice call out and youâre instantly wincing. The last thing you wanted was to be bothered right now. You just wanted to go home and get drunk and then pass out on the floor of your living room. But alas, the world is small.
You turn around to see Hana come running across the sidewalk lot towards you, and when sheâs about a few feet away, she glances down at your hands and all the things you were carrying. You quickly shove your last-minute purchase into your jacket pocket with a shameful conscience, and try to hide the plastic bag of liquor behind your calves. There was no hiding the pizza box, but at least that was the least incriminating.
âOh, Hana, wow! What a coincidence seeing you here,â you say to her, pressing your lips into a small smile.
âYeah, I um,â she points over her shoulder towards the hospice thatâs standing tall in the darkness of night, cells with windows illuminated with light. If you didnât know any better, you would think it was a prison. âRemember I told you my friendâs mom is sick and sheâs at this hospice?â
âYeah,â you say.
âI was just visiting her mom with her,â she tells you.
âAw,â you comment, âI see, I see.â
You adore Hana, you really do. She was there for you when the whole Yuna and Choso thing went down, picking your shifts up for a good week when you couldnât stomach going into work when your ex-best friendâs stupid face was gloating in the halls over how she stole your boyfriend. Hana was there for you when you were a new hire and all the doctors were being bitchy about a ânewbie in the EDâ, but she stood up for you, even cussed the fuck out of one of attendings for the whole hall to hear when you were being disrespected by one of them. Sheâs someone you can beam about how hot the EMT and Firefighter men that stroll into the ED are, too. A priceless companion.
And even though you two have hung out after hours sometimes, it was still always a little awkward to see a coworker outside of work.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asks.
âI actually, um, was going to tell you at our shift tomorrow, but I just admitted my mom to the hospice too,â you say, âandâŠthanks a lot for telling me about it. I really appreciate it. It seems like a wonderful facility.â
Her eyes briefly widen with surprise before they soften once again. âOh, thatâs wonderful, love. I hope all goes well. And your little insurance scam worked! Good for you!â
âShhh,â you hiss at her, looking around yourself with paranoia, âthe feds are everywhere.â
She laughs, sweet in the air, before the sound settles and she looks at you with something reminiscent of well-intentioned concern. Her eyes flit to the plastic bag you were still holding behind your legs. âHeyâŠum, ifâŠif you ever want some company when you come to visit your mom, just let me know. I hope you know you donât have to do everything alone.â
You blink at her, sucking in a short breath to respond, but it only leaves you as a slight puff of air. Thereâs a silent gratitude that you give her, because itâs hard for you to express any feelings with words, but youâve found that the people in your life who know you best can always read you without them.Â
âThank you, Hana,â you manage to say with a slight croak to your voice because you were fighting back tears.
She smiles at you. âTake care, okay? And see ya tomorroooowwwwww,â she coos at you, coming up to you to give you a small hug, a squeeze of your upper arm, and then she heads back towards the direction of the hospice.
You watch her walk away until you canât see her anymore. And then you head towards your car.
When you arrive at your neighborhood, you park in front of Gojoâs house. You have a feeling that you wonât be able to bear the vast emptiness of your home now that your mother is elsewhere, and so you drag your feet up the stone stairs of his house with a heavy heart instead.
The spare key that he gave you weakly pushes into the keyhole with about as much force as your fingers can manage, and you realize they almost feel atrophied.Â
The house is dark when you step inside, spare for the ambient street lights shining through cracked open blinds on the windows, and the curtains rustle gently from the draft of the AC, a chill that reaches you too by the time you make it to the staircase.
It doesnât seem like Gojoâs home. A glance at the clock tells you itâs close to 8pm. You briefly consider texting him to ask where heâs at, why heâs out so late, when heâll be home, and whatâs for dinner, but you canât even bring yourself to pull your phone out of your coat pocket.
Weak legs manage to take you upstairs and youâre about to pass through to your room when the slightly open door to the master bedroom taunts you, like a peephole into some other wordly dimension. Like the wardrobe in the chronicles of Narnia. A portal into your fake husbandâs life.
With a palm pushing on the door, you slowly crack it open, and you know the anxious voices in your head are getting worse by the day when the creaking of the door hinges sounds like a lullaby to you.Â
Was this an invasion of privacy? And did you really care if it was?
The room is big, with a king sized bed off to the left, sheets neatly made and duvet primly tucked under, like the way hotel beds are set up. You feel a slight flush of embarrassment when you remember you havenât been making your bed in the mornings for the past couple days youâve been living here so far, and you wonder if Gojo would judge you for something like that. If heâd think you were a messy or undisciplined person. If he would think less of you.
Truthfully, in a lot of ways, you still felt like a child. You barely weathered a lot of your formative adolescent years when dealing with your parentsâ divorce, and youâve had to put so much of your life on pause to take care of your mom ever since she got diagnosed. So here you were, in the body of a 29-year-old woman, yet still feeling so painfully juvenile. One that forgets to make her bed in the mornings, and on most nights canât seem to stomach anything other than cereal for dinner. It was like you were still at a party that everyone else had left, except all it ever was is hell. Your life was such a stark contrast to the lives of other adults youâve come across. The ones that wake up at six to go on runs, the ones that have paid off mortgages with five figures in their retirement accounts, oh god, the ones that meal prep, and the ones that, all things considered, have their lives together. The ones that donât spend at least an hour of every day, in fetal position on their bed, sobbing until tears soak through the sheets of the pillow down to the feathers like bone, because youâre so overwhelmed with stress and preparing yourself for the grief of losing your mother which you know that, no matter how hard you try to save her from, will inevitably one day come.Â
You used to cook dinner every night, make your bed every morning, and go to pilates on the weekends. Back when you were a little younger and healed and excited to live life. But now, you barely get by. Your priorities are with your mother. You canât remember the last time you did anything nice for yourself, including something as simple as the luxury of getting to come home to a clean house because you hardly ever had time to clean it, not with all the doctorâs appointments you were driving your mother to, not with all the extra shifts you were picking up at the hospital to pay off your debt, not with all the times you felt too depressed to even get out of bed.Â
But your mother is in hospice now, so youâve made time, right? Youâve made the decision that everyone in your life has been begging you to finally do. So why do you still feel so empty inside?
By a quick survey of the room, you notice Gojo doesnât really have many framed photos hung up on the walls or perched up on surfaces. None, actually. Only a contemporary painting above his bed frame and then a faded vintage horror movie poster plastered up near his desk. Not terribly odd, since in your experience most men donât really do the whole âcluttering the house with millions of photos of their familyâ thing until they at least have a couple of kids and some purebred dog. The thought of Gojo someday setting up a little portrait photo at his desk with his wifeâsâhis eventual real forever wifeâs, pretty face in it, posing with their two beautiful kids, makes an oddly melancholic feeling waft through you. You wonder if he would keep a two-by-two in his wallet, too.
Your feet move one in front of the other as your finger traces the surface wood of a dresser cabinet, something that looks a little vintage and oaky, in stark contrast to the modern minimalist vibe Gojo has set up in the rest of the room. A family heirloom, maybe? Thereâs no dust that coats your finger, which surprises you. If you were to run your finger across your dresser at home youâd have collected enough dust to snort down your windpipes like a recreational drug. But Gojoâs a real estate agent, making a living off of dressing houses up in perfect cosplay so that monetarily stable middle class families feel inclined to buy them. So youâre not exactly surprised heâs invested in keeping his own house in pristine condition too.Â
There is a little bit of chaos, though. Like the shirt he has haphazardly hung over his chair at his office space over to the right. Thereâs a coffee mug sitting there too, porcelain and reflecting the moon light off, but upon peering inside you see that itâs half empty with stale coffee. Heâs got pens sprawled across the desk, in a fashion that suggests he accidentally knocked them over in a rush, and slowly, like some grounding exercise, you place them one by one back into the paper mache pencil holder. It briefly occurs to you that he has a lot of paper mache containers of sorts around the house. You lift up the pencil cup, turning it in your hand until your eyes catch something written on it with glittery pink gel pen.
i luv u unkle toru! -yur BEST FREND 4EVUR juno!!! :D
A small smile makes it onto your face. The handwriting was messy, more like scratches than smooth lines, and nothing less than what you would expect of a child. You remember making paper mache and clay trinkets at preschool for your mom and dad when you were younger. And youâre sure if you were brave enough to open the box of memorabilia that sits in your attic some day, youâd see your own scratchy scribbled handwriting on them. An innocence that is long gone and buried, never again to be delicately placed on desks or counters for all the living.
The draft from the AC reaches you once again, brushing over your skin and causing a chill to shiver down your spine. It kicks at the curtains as well, causing them to ruffle up towards you, baring the dark outside world into the streets. And you notice in that momentary glance that thereâs a roof just outside the window that overlooks the backyard. A roof? Spotted by a depressed woman going through a quarter life crisis? There was nothing more tempting than that.Â
The window was easy to open, which only caused unease over the revelation of how easy it would be for someone to rob this house. You make a mental note to tell Gojo to get a ring camera or security system of some sort since he doesnât seem to have one, but you can already picture him telling you something about how statistically low the crime rates are in this neighborhood compared to all the other neighborhoods, and then youâd tell him that itâs just for your peace of mind. But whether heâd compromise or not after that, youâre really not sure.
You take a seat on the roof, a little scared as you sit because of the slight slope, but itâs comfortable once youâre settled. You sit criss-cross-apple-sauce, staring out into the neighborhood of perfectly lined up suburban houses. Youâve got a better view into some neighbors' backyards, noticing that a couple of them had pools while some of them have big gardens. There's a cat resting up on a fence in the distance. A car drives by with headlights illuminating everything in its proximity briefly before zooming off. You glance up at the sky, and notice the full moon, but itâs too cloudy to see any stars. Or perhaps it was just the light pollution from the lamps making it difficult to see.
On instinct, your hand reaches inside your coat pocket for your phone, but your knuckles hit something else instead. A moment of brief confusion flickers through your head, but then you immediately recall the last-minute purchase you made at the gas station.
Your hand pulls out the object, and then you stare down at it. Squinting your eyes a little, because itâs a sight that feels familiar but also one you havenât seen in so long: a pack of twenty Marlboro red cigarettes.Â
Youâve tried a lot of things to manage your stress over the years. Excessively working out, eating a lot of sugar, going on six hour hikes to touch grass, flirting with random men at bars, fucking Choso until he was rendered speechless, multiple types of antidepressants, you almost tried smoking weed once with your roommate in college but you wimped out last second. But the habit that had gotten you through the years of 21 to 24 is held loosely in your hand right now. Itâs been five years since you quit, but resolve was often a fickle thing. As the saying goes, once an addict, always an addict.Â
Thereâs a brief moment of hesitation as you slowly peel the plastic off of the back, but then it all comes back to you like a reflex youâll never forget up to where you slide a cigar up out and then pinch it between your two fingers. Forgetting to buy a lighter with the cigarettes is definitely something you would do, but because you remembered it was something that you would do, you remembered not to do it. The flick of the flame coming to life is ASMR you didnât know you were painfully nostalgic for, and you balance the cigarette between your lips in that sort of movie-star way people used to obsess over back in the day. But just as you bring the lighter up to the end of the cigarette, and just before you can light itâ
A hand shoots out in your periphery, grabbing your wrist and entirely stalling the movement.
You gasp, lips parting enough for the cigarette to fall from them and into your lap. The hand wrapped around your wrist is large and masculine, and you briefly consider screaming, but when you snap your neck to look at the perpetrator, you see Gojo crouched down next to you on this roof. You notice heâs wearing a black suit, a tie that was loosely secure hanging from his neck into the space between his spread thighs as heâs crouched, and whatever gel he had in his hair from earlier only barely remains as strands fall over his forehead haphazardly. He looks like heâs on the other end of a long work day.Â
You blink at him, expression plastered with surprise, but his is only earnest. With breathtaking blue eyes that you realize he could easily use to surrender a person just by looking at them, like the way heâs looking at you right now. His lips are pressed together into a firm line, as if to suppress some emotion, but the slight crease to his brow makes you feel like youâre in trouble somehow. Like he was silently scolding you for something.
âIââ you stutter.
He lets go of your wrist and discreetly pulls the lighter out of your hand. And then his hand reaches for the pack of cigarettes you were balancing on your knee, but on some reflex that you donât even think about, you try to snatch them away from him, and now youâre both tugging at the same pack of cigarettes.
ây/n,â he says, âlet go.â
âNo,â you say stubbornly.
He sighs and tugs a little harder. âGive them to me.â
âButââ you stammer, voice becoming softer to see if thatâd work on him, âIâmâŠâ Your grip on them tightens. âIâm stressed.â
He raises an eyebrow at you, then finally loses his patience and snatches them right out of your hand. He stands up from his crouched down position to toss the pack off to the side onto the roof somewhere. Youâre surprised when he lets out a sigh and sits down next to you on the roof, as if he felt the obligation to. His legs stretch out in front of him, but still bent slightly at the knees, and he leans backwards with his body weight braced on his palms laid flat on wood paneling behind him. âThere are better ways to relieve stress,â he tells you candidly.Â
âLike what?â you ask, and just when he opens his mouth to speak, you clarify, âand donât say sex.â
He shuts his mouth and his eyes flit up to the sky for a brief second. âDamn. I didnât have a back-up answer.âÂ
You roll your eyes, releasing a deep breath, then draw your knees to your chest before resting your chin on top of them.Â
âI didnât know you smoke,â he says after a century-long minute.Â
You wince a little, because you were half hoping he was going to just drop the subject all together.Â
You bite your lip nervously and hug your knees to your chest tighter as if to hide yourself from him. âI donât. Well, I havenât. Um, not for a while.â
âHuh. I see,â he says.
Another silence passes, and as he shuffles next to you, the fabric of his suit brushes against the fabric of your coat, and youâve become entirely too aware of the feeling.
âSo,â he says, breaking the awkward silence, âyour momâs in hospice now?â
You nod, enthusiastic enough to where you wonât look like youâre entirely depressed about it.
âThatâs good,â he says, âno issues with the insurance?â
You shake your head. âThey need you to sign some papers by the end of the week though,â you tell him. âWeâll have to go in person.â
He nods slowly to affirm heâll make time for it. âI really hope things get better for your mom,â he says, voice soft as he stares off into neighbors homes like you had been doing ten minutes ago. You see the cat that was resting on the fence get up, do a big stretch, and start walking along the length of the fence. Your eyes briefly glance at Gojo, and you notice his gaze is tracing the catâs path.Â
âMyââ you start, hesitant all of a sudden by the vulnerability you already feel swelling within you, most definitely due to sitting with someone on a rooftop late at night, but you decide that youâll be nice to him for once, ââŠmy mom seems to remember you a lot. More than she remembers me.â You let out a small humoring laugh, as if that fact doesnât completely destroy you. âShe was blabbering to me again for the seventh time about how you apparently fixed our AC.â You try to bite your tongue, but canât help it when you say, âalthough Iâm pretty sure you just pressed a bunch of buttons until it started working again.â
âYup. Thatâs exactly what I did.â
You roll your eyes and sigh.
Another awkward silence.
âCan I ask you a question?â you say.
âSure.â His voice sounds deeper, like heâs sleepy.Â
âWhy did you agree to marry me? Thatâs not something people just do out of nowhere.â
He glances over at you, and you flicker your eyes to him. âWhy? Having regrets?â he teases, with a slight nudge of his elbow to your side.Â
âJust answer me.â
He lifts his palms up from behind him and leans forward, placing his hands on his knees instead. âI donât know. If something I could do would help someone out that much, I wasnât going to say no.â
You hum quietly, still confused by his intentions. But youâre too jaded to question them.
âIt costs nothing to be nice,â he adds.Â
You run soothing circles over your thigh through the fabric of your jeans. For some reason, your mind wanders to Choso. Thinking of all the years you wasted staying with him even though you knew his affections were long gone, just because you didnât want to break his heart. Only to realize that you never had that privilege in the first place.Â
âI think,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you draw your knees closer to your chest, âthat sometimes it does.â
A gust of autumn wind breezes by, ruffling the trees that the two of you are at eye-level with at the moment. You're pretty sure youâve completely lost Gojoâs interest at this point, where heâs finally too tired to deal with your oddly cryptic attitudes and overall generally displeasing vibe, assuming this based solely on his prolonged silence beside you. Youâre ready for him to get up and abandon you here on this roof, left to ponder every single thing youâve done wrong in your life. It was any second now.
âSometimes,â he instead speaks up, and itâs so surprising to you that you jolt a little bit, âyou can do everything right, and people will still find a way to fuck you over. But I donât think thatâs any reason to stop being nice to others.â
You glance over at him, your eyes widening slightly, but he just continues to peer off straight into the night. His blinks are slow, lingering on being closed for a moment before he opens them again, and youâre mesmerized by the sight. The skin under his eyes is slightly dark from exhaustion, heavy with character that makes you aware that heâs just a person too. And for what feels like the tenth time this week, you realize that heâsââŠhandsome. And for what feels like the tenth time this week, your heart flutters in your chest.
He scoffs suddenly and dusts his hands off. âI sound like a fucking youth pastor.â He lets out an exhale before suddenly standing up onto his feet before you can think more on it. He looks off into the night again and lets out another exhale that sounds more like a sigh this time. âGod, itâs getting a lot colder these days. Might have to start running the heater.â
You blink up at him with no commentary to add.Â
He looks down at you. His face is relaxed, but you can tell those eyes are distracted. A shimmering blue ocean in its own world while he attempts to stay present in this one.Â
He holds his hand out to you, and you stare at it blankly like youâve got no clue what he intends for you to do with it. But you finally take the hint and curl your hand around his palm so that he can pull you up onto your feet too.
You stumble a little, falling forward from the sudden blood flow to your brain, but he holds you steady by the strong grip of his hands on your elbows. Heâs close to you, close enough to where you can smell the faint lingering scent of his cologne. Something different than that expensive one he wore to the courthouse, but itâs comforting somehow. A fragrance thatâs more him. And you feel nervous as you look up at him underneath pale moonlight.Â
He lets go of your elbows. You feel cold from the loss of his touch. But his right hand moves to gently hold your left hand in his palm, holding it curled as his thumb barely grazes the stone you wear on your ring finger; the one he gave you.
The way his thumb prods at the silver band is like heâs inspecting its quality, as if it has to pass some test to be worthy of sitting on your finger. Or maybe just any finger, if you were to quell the delusion. Youâre not sure if heâs satisfied with his inspection.
âWhere did you get itââ you blurt out.
His gaze flickers up to your face briefly before heâs back to examining the ring. âIt was my momâs.â
Your mouth gapes slightly in shock, heart dropping a little in your chest, and all of a sudden you feel guilty. Guilty that he put his motherâs ring on your finger for something that was fake, something that was essentially a business deal, something exchanged to you out of fraud when it was a precious family heirloom that should be exchanged with love. And maybe he didnât care about it much, some people donât care about the sentiments of objects. But your mind thinks of the oaky vintage dresser in his room, so out of place in the aesthetic of its surroundings, a decision you can only imagine him of all people, mr. âeverything in this house has to look like an IKEA catalogâ, would do if the dresser held some importance to him that was more than meets the eye. And so youâre compelled to think that maybe this ring did, too.Â
âWhy would you give me this?! You couldâve just gotten a cheap fake diamond ring from a pawn shop and called it a day,â you ask him, suddenly feeling burdened by it.
âWell I wasnât exactly given much time to think of other options.â
âButââ you start, only to realize you have no counter arguments for that.
He lets out a huh noise, like the sound someone makes when theyâre pleasantly surprised by something, as he looks down at your hand that he still held in his. âItâs kinda crazy that it fits you perfectly. I wasnât sure.â
Your mind wanders to when he slipped the ring onto your finger in the courtroom, followed by the kiss. Soft, sweet, the lingering warm sensation of his palm on your cheek as he cupped your face, the same way those heartthrob actors do in all those romance movies and kdramas that you watch on Friday nights while snuggled up in a blanket, wondering when anyone will ever kiss you like that. You remember the ghost sensation of his hand hovering over the small of your back, fingers lightly grazing the nape of your neck, his frame blocking out everything around you as he kissed you, just to pull away and for the two of you to then pretend like it never happened, as if it wasnât one of the sweetest kisses youâve ever known.
You slowly pull your hand out of his, the moment feeling too tender for your liking, and you clear your throat before flitting your eyes up to his.Â
âRule #1,â you remind him with a soft whisper, âno touching.â
You purse your lips, watching his round eyes blink once, then twice, before he shoves his hands in his suit pockets. He rocks back and forth on his heels for a few seconds, nodding slowly in submission, and then he turns on them to head back to the house. Youâre standing a little stunned from the abrupt ending to this trance of a moment on the roof, and youâre also a little surprised with how your chest is heaving a little bit with fast breaths, but you eventually snap out of it to follow him inside too.Â
You two make it back inside the house, with little words exchanged. You pretend to not notice the way Gojo tilts his head at his desk, like heâs confused about why it looks tidier than when he left it. Youâre prepared to feign innocence or ignorance, but he doesnât press you about it.Â
âYâknow,â he says from behind you, his chest briefly brushing against the back of your head as he pushes the bedroom door in front of you open so that you can head out into the loft, âthose oversized 1800s-esque nightgowns youâve been wearing around the house kinda make you look like a less-hot version of Ebenezer Scrooge.â
âGo fuck yourself.â
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âSign right here for me, sir.â
You watch as the nurse slides the papers across the high-raised counter of the hospice nursing desk towards Gojo, his eyebrows narrowing as his eyes skim the words on the paper and land at the highlighted lines where heâs been intended to sign. You feel nervous for some reason, as if heâd suddenly find something disagreeable and refuse to sign, then take you to the courthouse first thing to finalize a divorce and send you off to prison while claiming he was blackmailed into the whole marriage in the first place.
Instead, he pulls a pen from the chest pocket of his suit jacket, clicking the end of it and scribbling his signature onto the paper with some jet black ink that looks like it takes a second to dry. How pretentious of him. The pink pom-pom pen was right there.
The nurse behind the counter continues to chat with him about something, blah blah dependents, blah blah tax claims, blah blah youâll receive an itemized bill in the mail. Youâre trying your best to eavesdrop in on the conversation, but most of your senses are being occupied by examining all your surroundings. When you dropped your mother off at the hospice, your feelings were at the forefront of conscience, but now that youâve had a couple days to come down from that overwhelming emotional high, youâre here to scope out the quality of this place youâve just dumped your mom at.
The facility is clean and sleek, with a color theme of red and an ocean blue across the signs, the furniture, even with the paperwork they hand out. All the workers had color-coded scrubs based on their occupation or specialty, and none of them had stains on the fabric. You take a glance down at the modest leather pumps you were wearing past the creases of the long skirt, and notice that the floor was shimmering off their reflection in a perfect polish. It wasnât bad, this place.
âThanks, you too,â you hear Gojo say to the nurse behind the counter. He has a professional smile on his face, but still kind and genuine, which makes the woman at the computer something bashful and unable to make eye contact. He folds something that looks like a receipt into his chest pocket before tucking his pen back in there too and then turns to face you. You make a mental note to pay him back for whatever he just paid for, at least once you move some money around.Â
Your eyebrows lift, feeling a little dazed as you blink at him blankly.
âAlright,â he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, the sound of his shoes on the polished hospital floors satisfactorily tapping in your ears as he took a couple steps towards you, âwhereâs your momâs room?â
âHuh?â
âWhatâs her room number?â he asks you.
âY-You wanna go see her??â
âOf course I want to,â he says, âsheâs my mother-in-law.â
You roll your eyes and pet the fabric of your skirt to smooth the wrinkles out. âYouâre getting a little too invested in this role of fake husband.â
âI get to annoy you all day and ride the adrenaline rush of committing a federal crime,â he says, âof fucking course Iâd get invested.â
You sigh, tossing some of your hair to behind your shoulder before glancing up at the signs, squinting slightly to locate the ward where your motherâs room is, before you hear an extremely high-pitched and somewhat catty feminine voice call out from behind you. You glance at Gojoâs face as he peers off to whoeverâs behind you, and you see him visibly stiffen a little.
âIs that Dayton countyâs sexiest realtooorrr???â the voice purrs, and you turn on your heel to see a blonde bombshell of a woman clacking her kitten heels down the glistening floors of the hospice, with another brunette bombshell just a few paces behind her. Bombshell #2 sighs something like âit issssâ before they walk right up to your fake husband and take turns at giving him a playful squeeze of his bicep. You have to physically stop your jaw from dropping at the sight.Â
âWow! Ladies, soâ...so great to see you two,â he says out of polite obligation, and you immediately clock the fact that he doesnât address them by name.
Bombshell #1 turns to look at you, all of her hair moving as one solid entity with the motion from all the hair spray thatâs probably holding it up, and she points at you with a long slender finger that narrows into a french-tip. âOh whoâs this?? Another one of your clients??â
âOh, no, sheâs myââ
âIâm his wife,â you interrupt him, irritated for some reason.Â
Both the women chirp something out like oh! before their faces twist with confusion.Â
âI didnât know you were married,â Bombshell #2 says in a thick New Jersey accent.
Gojo lifts his left hand up, the silver band on his hand glimmering under fluorescent hospice lighting. âVery happily,â he says, as if someone was holding a gun to his head.
Bombshell #1 crosses her arms, and you try not to stare at how nice her boobs look in the low scoop-neck jaguar print top she was wearing. You were no better than a man. And now youâre pissed off at the idea of Gojo glancing down too, but a flick of your gaze up to his face tells you heâs safe. For now.Â
âYou werenât married when I asked you if you were a month ago,â Bombshell #1 sneers at him. Itâs true, the math wouldnât make sense, but in his defense, this marriage was a fraud.
âOr when you took me out for dinner last week after I bought my house,â Bombshell #2 snarls with an undertone of hurt.Â
Gojo clears his throat beside you before pointing at Bombshell #2. âHow is that, by the way?â he asks in an attempt to change the subject, âthe half acre down on Maple Ave, right? You, uh, enjoying the pool?â
The woman let out an offended scoff andâwere her eyes sheening with tears?? She puts her hands on her hips. âNo. Mine is the three bedroom house with the cedar gazebo on 14th street.â
Her friend next to her rolls her eyes and smacks her gum between her cheek. âIâm the one that bought the half acre down on Maple Ave, jerk. Ugh!â She grabs her friendâs arm with a high-pitched hmph noise leaving her throat, and you can hear the other one sniffling subtly as she wobbles on her heels with her friendâs pull of her arm.Â
Right before leaving the two of you alone, Bombshell #1 turns to you and says, âI hope you find someone who treats you better,â and then they storm off together down the hallway, their perfectly blow-dried hair bouncing in sync with each stomp.
You blink at the sight, a little flabbergasted from the interaction, and then flit your faze up to Gojo. You see him awkwardly scratching at the back of his head with a grimace on his stupidly handsome face.Â
âThatâs what you get for being a manwhore,â you tell him.
âIâm not a manwhorââ
âYou went on a date with another woman while you were maaaaarrrieeeddd?!â you coo as you let out a fake gasp and slap your cheeks with your hands, âdespicable, really.â
He lets out some disgruntled noise, the source coming from deep within his throat. âNo. We werenât fake-married yet,â he vindicates himself, âand it wasnât a date. I just bought her dinner as a congrats for buying a house. Not a big deal. I do it for all my clients.â
âSatoru. You do realize youâre leading these women on, right? I mean, Iâve seen the way you talk to them. Even if you think youâre just being friendly, please know that your definition of friendly is most peopleâs definition of flirting.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âItâs true.â
He raises an eyebrow as he glances down at you. âAlright, how come this flirting in disguise of friendliness hasnât worked on you then?â
You scoff in disbelief before crossing your arms. Maybe you did deserve a better fake husband. âYouâre never friendly with me. Youâre always rude to me.â
âWhat? Iâm not always rude to you.â
âWell, youâre certainly much more rude to me than you are to other women,â you say, tapping the tip of your shoe with irritation.
âCan we not do this right now? Weâre in the middle of a hospice.âÂ
âGod, youâre such a cop-out,â you mumble as you forcefully push past him towards the hallway thatâll lead you to your mother. You can hear that Gojoâs on your tail, following you down one of the more dimly lit hallways, and you can tell he needs to stall the strides of his Daddy Longlegs to not overtake your pace.
âWhat the fuck is a cop-out?â he asks you from behind.
âLook it up on urban dictionary, Grandpa. Unless you donât know what the Internet is, either,â you spat.Â
You waltz right up to your motherâs room just in time to see a nurse making her way out with a clipboard in her hands. She glances over to you when she sees you approaching in her periphery.
âHi! How can I help you?â she asks.
âIs it alright if we visit my mother?â you ask her.
âOh! Sure, let me just clean her bed pan really quick.â
Your brow furrows. âB-Bedpan?? Why is she using a bedpan??â
The nurse stops in her movements. âWell, yesterday and today, thatâs just what she has decided to use.â
You immediately become hostile. âThatâs not right. She never needed to use one at home. Why is she suddenly using one here? Is that not a clear sign of deterioration? The restrooms must not be kept well enough here if she doesnât want to use them.â
The nurse becomes something meek, her eyes widening as her mouth gapes slightly. âMaâam,â she squeaks out, âwe see this commonly with patients as they begin to adjust to hospice life. Weâll urge her to use the restroom, but as of right now, we need to prioritize what she finds most comfortable.â
Your expression softens, your shoulders relaxing from their tense position, and you duck your head a little with guilt. âRightâŠIâm sorry.â
The nurse presses her lips together with a well-meaning smile before shuffling into the room and closing the door behind her. You sigh and lean your back against the wall next to the number plate, cheeks flushing slightly from the confrontation. You have no idea how loud your voice was or who heard you. But you try to convince yourself that youâre just stressed and trying to look out for your mother, although the guilt still sits.
You glance up to see Gojo staring at you with slightly wide eyes, his hands shoved into his pockets, and he tilts his head to study your expression.
âWhat?â you snap at him.
âAre you doing okay?â
âJust fine, thanks.â
âAre you sure?â
âSatoru,â you cut his questioning off by raising a palm into the air, âjustââŠjust stop.â
His brow furrows together slightly, but before he can show any further concern, the nurse exits the room and holds the door open for the two of you.Â
âAll set!â she chirps, and Gojo moves to hold the door open in her stead, and then the nurse bolts down to disappear somewhere down the hallway.
You hear Gojo let out a small huff of a scoff as he stares down in the direction the nurse ran off in. âGlad to know Iâm not the only one thatâs scared of you.â
You roll your eyes and walk into the room through the open door.
Your mother lays in her bed, looking out the window with her hands resting on top of layers of white linen sheets, her skin looking slightly paler than usual. You approach her bedside slowly and she finally turns her head to look at you.
âHi mom,â you gently greet her, sitting down on the stool beside her bed, âhow are you doing?â
Her eyes dart across the features of your face, and you briefly glance towards the wall to the right where you see Gojo standing from a slight distance.
âOh, hi dear,â she says with a smile, and relief washes over you.
You match her smile with your own. âMom, I brought someone here to see you.â You glance over at Gojo, who starts to close distance now as he approaches the foot of the bed, âthis is Satoru, my husband.â
Your motherâs eyes widen, âOh! I know him,â she scoldingly swats a hand at you, like youâve embarrassed her somehow by assuming that she doesnât know who he is, âheâs my neighbor!â
You sigh, âyes mom, the one that fixed the A/C?â You attempt to finish her sentence for her.
She looks confused for a moment, but slightly nods as if to avoid any further confusion for herself. âButââŠbut, whyâŠâ she trails off and then looks at you, âIâm sorry, are you my nurse?â
Your shoulders drop slightly. âNo, mom, itâs me. Your daughter. Do you remember?â
Her face scrunches before it entirely relaxes to keep some image of composure despite the haze you know she feels in her head. âOhâŠyes, yesâŠmy little girl. I remember you, of course!â
Your eyes become layered with a slight sheen of tears, âIâm glad.â
âWhereâs your father?â she asks, âhe said heâd bring me someâŠoh dear, whatââŠhe said heâd bring me tea. Iâve been waiting.â
âMom, dad isââ you pause for a moment to think on your feet. You could either tell the truth, or a little white lie. You never know what to do. And either one comes with either guilt or sorrow. âWell, heâll be here soon, I just wanted to come see you.â
âOh okayâŠâ she trails off, her eyes squinting at you once more with that same look of confusion on it, but then they drift towards Gojo. âOh youâre a very handsome young man! You look just like my neighbor.â
Your eyes flicker up to Gojo, and he walks up to your side by your momâs bed. âYes, Mrs. l/n, I am your neighbor.â
âWith the lemon tree!â
âThe avocado tree,â you correct her with a small sigh. âAnd heâs my husband mom. And also our neighbor.â
âOh I see I seeâŠâ she says, looking up at him, and in a moment that shocks you, she holds her hand up for him to take.
Thereâs a slight moment of surprise on his face too, but he accepts her frail hand in his, and you glance over to your mom to see her look at him with some look of peace on her face.
âOh, sit down here, wonât you?â she tells him, and you both blink at her in a moment of hesitation.
He pulls a stool up to the side of the bed right next to you and takes a seat down onto it. Your mother holds his hand with both of hers now, soothing her palm over the back of it before she taps on it lightly.
âOh, my little girl is very sweet. She would bring me flowers from the garden when she was,â she glances at you, confused once more, âwell I remember her when she was so little but she looksâŠa little older now. Ah, but she would bring me such pretty flowers.â
Your heart aches in your chest. You never knew what version of you your mother would remember. Some days, youâre still supposed to be an angsty teenager that shuts doors in her face, some days you were just as you are right now, and other days, you were just her little girl. And it confused her, the image of not seeing you in the way that she remembers. In the only way she knew how.
âYouâll take good care of my sweet girl, wonât you?â she asks him.
And it knocks the wind out of you.
It drops your heart to the center of the earth.
The thought that, after so many moments where she doesnât remember you, she still knows that youâre someone she wants to keep safe.
Your mouth gapes slightly, tears welling in your eyes and you try your best to blink them away, but you see Gojoâs hand slip out from being held by your motherâs hands, to instead use both of his to hold hers. Your eyes snap to his face, and you see that same earnest expression youâve been growing used to seeing these days.Â
âYes,â he responds, eye contact level with hers, âI will.â
A small puff of air leaves your lips, a single tear streaming down your cheek and you quickly swipe your trembling fingers to remove any evidence of it before you huff out a shaky, âexcuse me.â And then youâre standing up off the stool, and in a few hurried steps across the room as more tears continue to stream down your face, you make it to the door to push out into the suffocating air of the hallway.
Itâs hard to breathe, huffs and puffs barely leaving your lips as you struggle to pull air into your lungs while you storm down the hallway at a fast pace, your heels clicking underneath you in a way that only sets you off further. Suddenly, all the sounds around you make you sick to your stomach, a wave of nausea washing over you, and your nose burns with the intensity of the tears that continue to stream down your face. A few hospice staff look at you with concerned expressions, and you eventually reach a heavy-duty door that leads you out into a secluded staircase hallway where the dim lighting serves to relax at least some of your senses, but you still feel like youâre about to pass out.
Even in the haze of your emotions, thereâs this glimmer of a memory that comes to mind. One from when you were younger and you were pushed on the playground at school. You cried and cried and cried in your motherâs arms, but even then, you didnât want her to baby you. You would say to her, Iâm a big girl now! in that same way a child knows nothing of what it truly means to brave the world.Â
That little girl had no idea that one day, there would be moments where she wouldnât be remembered as her motherâs little girl anymore.Â
No matter how old you grow, you will always be my little girl, your motherâs voice echoes to you, the feeling of her squeezing you in her arms as she holds your sobbing little form in hers casting a ghost sensation across your skin.
In a motherâs eyes, youâll always be her baby.
And thatâs why it hurts.
Because itâs all fake.
Itâs phony.
Itâs not real.
This arrangement you have with Gojo.
And if your mother were to die tomorrow, there would be no one to take care of her little girl anymore.
Not in the way she believes there will be.
Of all the white lies, this one pierces you straight through your heart in a way that leaves you gasping for air.
Amidst your whirlwind of thoughts, you hear the door push open harshly, and when you glance over, you see Gojo standing in this dimly lit hallway as he turns his head quickly to the left and sees you standing there.
âHey,â he says, catching his breath as he lightly jogs up to you, âhey, hey, hey,â he repeats with more concern now when he sees the state youâre in, and he seamlessly pulls you into a hug, your cheek pressing against his chest that feels warm even through the fabric of his suit jacket and shirt, and that familiar scent of him completely engulfs you.
You sob quietly, wiping your snot on his tie and your tears on the felt fabric beside it, your hands balled into tiny fists at your chest, squeezed between the two of you. You feel him tuck your head under his chin and his arms wrap around you tighter. You donât even realize it at first, but suddenly, it has become easier to breathe.
Then, you wail, and you cry, and you sob, because you donât have the words to even explain how you feel, about not just this, but with everything, a buildup of everything that has been suffocating you in your life that just comes crashing down on you all at once.
âI know,â he says, his palm resting on the back of your head as he holds your face to his chest, his voice soothing in your ears while you sob until thereâs nothing left to cry. âI know.â
You two stay like this for another minute or so as you come down from the cries, your remnant sniffling echoing in the hallway while you wipe more of your snot on his jacket. You make the first move to pull your face away from his chest, but he still keeps his arms wrapped around you when you look up at him.
With your gaze darting across his face, you take in the blue in his eyes. Eyes that are looking at you so softly itâs suddenly hard to breathe once more. And when those eyes flit to your lips, your mouth parts slightly as you two breathe in unison.
Itâs possible that you could have dreamed the moment you saw him lean down slightly towards you, his eyes still set on your lips, but it didnât matter because youâre pushing him away with strong fists before you can even register the thought in your head.
He lets go of you entirely, his eyes wide once more, and you glance down at your feet.Â
A tender moment, just like on the roof, broken just because you canât handle thatââŠthat way, that intense way that he looks at you. New rule, no looking at me longingly like you want to kiss me. I wonât allow it.
âI want to go home,â you whisper, still examining your shoes. And you suddenly feel embarrassed that he had to see you this way. Heâs supposed to be scared and intimidated by you, not holding you in his arms while you cry.Â
Heâs silent for a moment, but you can tell heâs searching for things to say. âYou donât want to say bye to your mom before we go?â
You swipe your palm against the wetness on your cheek. âNo. I just want to go home.â
ây/n,â he tried to convince you.
You finally look up at him. âPlease.â
He breathes in a few breaths as he studies the features of your face in a way that makes you feel so seen that itâs frightening. But he slowly nods, then says,
âOkay.â
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[end of chapter 4]
a/n. hi friendsss i hope you enjoyed :'') yea like i said at the a/n in the beginning, this chapter is a slight off-tangent from last chapter, but ch5 will continue with a lot of the stuffs that were brought up in ch3. but yea i wanted to explore the whole process of emotions reader would go through putting her mom in hospice, since it kinda felt like a big thing, hence why it got its own chapter. aaa i hope to see you in the next one!! much love from me :''0
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max verstappen - team principal au
cw: smut/pwp, team principal au, driver!reader, bikinis, age gap (20/45), yachts, teasing, protective!max, objectification/misogyny, max makes it all better, praise (kink), power dynamics
a/n: happy birthday max verstappen and happy ten years at formula one!
a big part of formula one was to get sponsors, very few people could pay for a team on their own. thus, the hefty logos across the racer's jackets. and while teams like ferrari had decades long sponsors, a new team like verstappen racing had to get what they could get.
and that max having to put his best media smile on and dazzle any prospective sponsors. but, max also needed your help. so when he asked you join him on his boat during the mid-season break you happily smiled and said, "of course."
you learned early on that a lot of men liked you because you were young, pretty and knew a lot about cars. but, you never thought that it would get to this level. while you thought you'd be sitting beside him over drinks.
not the one serving them. in a bikini.
"mister verstappen." you said as you picked up the bikini from the bed in one of the rooms on the boat. it was white and looked like it would cover very less.
max came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, "i know... a little unconventional. i promise, i'm not whoring you out. just serve some drinks and that'll be it."
"it feels degrading."
max kissed your neck and replied, "don't worry. no one will try to touch you. i'll make sure of that." while he wanted the sponsors, you were still his. so he'd make sure that you were protected, that was a promise.
you turned your head to look at him and he kissed your forehead. before you went for his lips. you held onto the bikini tighter, "will this be good for the team?"
max nodded, "of course, it means we can get those upgrades for the second half of the season. also their company will make us seem more legitimate."
"then let's do it." then smiled at your boss, a little more assured. you could handle the leering, you were used to it. but with a promise from max about your safety, you felt more assured that it'll all work out.
a white bikini with your hair back a little, paired with heeled sandals and the chain around your neck that had max's logo on it. you were more quiet than usual, letting your boss talk business. you knew these men were from italy, and while they eyed you while you were at the bar getting their drinks, you kept any words to yourself.
this was business, as max once told you. you raced, he did all the behind the scenes work. that was what a team principal did. you brought the drinks over on a platter and gave max's his first.
you bent over to be closer to your boss and he patted your face with his rough hand which made you smile. he whispered in your ear, "good job, did you make the drink a little stronger for them?"
you looked at him and smiled. you looked almost proud of yourself. max had to plaster a smile on his face to keep it together. you were eye candy right now, and even max was feeling the effects of it. when you pulled away, and tried to give the other drinks to the men across from max, one of them stuck their foot out a little bit.
you tripped, but didn't spill a drop of liquor on the floor. you caught yourself even in the heels and made a loud yelp noise.
"she's a better server than a driver." one of the men spoke in italian. impressed that you didn't see the drinks get spilled. he did almost see your ass spill out of the bottom of the swim suit.
max's eyes stayed on you as you tried to compose yourself. he could tell that almost tumble made you a little shaky, "i assure you, she is a lot better on the track." he smiled.
"is she... for sale tonight?" the other man asked as you handed him his drink. max knew you didn't speak italian, so you had no idea what was being said about you. the man continued, "she's beautiful and would be a fairly good ride for the evening. what do you say mister verstappen?"
max relaxed against his seat and chuckled, "my drivers are not whores." then took a sip of his drink then looked to you. he said in english, "she is one of the best racers i know." and you looked at him.
you beamed at your boss as you held the platter to your chest. when you went to put it back at the bar and come back to the three men, max adjusted his posture and allowed you room to sit on his lap. you took it as him eager to be close to you, but in reality he was staking an ownership.
no, max wasn't going to whore you out to these businessmen. firstly, he had too much respect for you, and secondly, you were already his.
"i do not like when those touch what is mine." he spoke in italian as he got an arm around your waist, "she is a driver for verstappen racing, not a street walker. do not refer to her as such."
one of the businessmen laughed, "always stubborn, verstappen. but i am impressed that you managed to find someone so young. look at how she is in your lap. trained like a puppy."
you looked to max in the hope he'd translate, but instead he rubbed your head. you rested up against. he had his drink and chatted, he shifted the topic from the beautiful woman in his lap.
but yet, the curl of jealousy stayed in max's gut. he hid it well and when the other men tried to make comments, he brushed them off. he already made his position known. even if throughout the afternoon, he wanted to punch these men in the face. but, that wouldn't look good on him. and it would scare you. you've seen max get loud during races, but never, even get violent.
he kept himself composed through two gin and tonics that you happily served to him. but when he waved the men off the boat at the end of the afternoon with a promise of a healthy sponsor contract, max's gazed turned to you.
these men were talking about the entire afternoon like you were a piece of meat on sale. and maybe max invited it by dressing you up like that. but, it still didn't make it right. max soon had his arm around you and you looked up at him with a smile.
he kissed you on the lips and pulled you closer to him. "you did so well." he said before he gave you another kiss, "but i want you out of this now. i think this will be for my eyes from now on." his hand dropped to your ass where he gave is a good squeeze.
you both ended up in the bedroom once more, your kicked those stupid sandals off and before you could get the bikini off. he stopped you. you looked at him and he looked back at you.
"i want to take it off."
take it off of you was like unwrapping a gift, your skin warmed from the afternoon sun as you smiled at him warmly. oh, you were divine. but, he bet you knew that. he got you naked save for the necklace.
you laid out on the bed and smiled at him, "we did good today."
he took off his button up shirt and took it off his shoulders. he could feel your hungry gaze on him as he got undressed. he smiled a little, "you did excellent." once he was naked, he got into bed with you and took your face in his hands, then pulled you in for a searing kiss.
you squirmed against him a little before you melted a little in his touch. your heart beat picked up and you moaned against his lips. you were so naked and vulnerable for him.
"my prize driver." he remarked as he pushed hair out of your face and chuckled, "you are perfect. turning heads wherever you go." he laughed a little, "you make me proud."
and you felt something bloom in your chest as you said, "thank you sir." then yelped when he got on top of you and rested on his heels. his cock stood at proper attention.
he thought about how he took your virginity. you had admitted one night that you had never slept with someone before and your best friend was a rabbit in your suitcase. so even now, as he rubbed his cock up against against your wet slit, it still excited him.
of course he wasn't going to whore you out, not when the only cock you had was his. he took you by the hips and then guided his cock into your sweet sex. he shuddered a little as he pushed all the way in.
you really were the prettiest thing at the paddock, with your darling smile and cute laugh. you knew how to have a good time and while you were stubborn at times, you melted into your boss' grasp like honey. you were painfully sweet, even when max told you to put on your winning face before you raced. max was fortunate that he got a hold of you before anyone else.
"you did so good for me, schat." he spoke to you softly as he held onto your highs and rutted against you, "you played the part so well. i hate what those men said about you. they treated you like meat, took everything in me to not kill them."
you pouted a little as you held onto the covers under you, "what did they say about me?" you knew the conversation was animated, but you could only pick up a few words. but their gazes on you were intense.
max pushed into you further, making you rest on your tailbone, "they're dogs, my little racer." he said with hate in his tone, "they're dogs who deserve nothing. for men that rich, they are stupid. they should know that you're mine."
"did they want to fuck me?" you asked as you tried to reach for his shoulders. his cock hit against the softest parts of you and your back arched a little from the feeling.
max nodded, "but, i'd never let them do that." he assured you, "no, no, no, never. that was why you were so close to me for most of the afternoon. i didn't want them alone with you."
you looked at him and nodded, "my hero."
max smiled a little as he leaned forward, hiking your hips up more to hit at just the right angle. his lips captured yours as you moaned against the feeling. it all felt perfect. and while you felt a little objectified, it was hard to do so when max made sure that you felt special. that you were more than just a sex object.
"you did good." he said, "you did excellent. thank you for putting up with them. i promise i won't make you do that again." he kissed at your jaw with love, "no one can touch you the way i can. alright? you're mine."
you nodded, "of course, sir. always sir!" you held onto him a little tighter as the pleasure swarmed your gut. the kissed got hotter as your bodies moved together. you didn't realize what max meant by being 'his', you thought simply it was that you were part of his team. that sex was just an added bonus.
but that wasn't what max meant, he wanted you in every way he could have you. you were the subject of his fantasies, he had seen you in every way a man could. the dinners he took you out to, the better car he put you in. the way he held your lower back while you walked through the paddock. you assumed it was because you were a good driver! not that max wanted you carnally. silly little driver.
"you're so special." he said, "you knew how to turn heads and make anyone fall in love with you." he was talking like he hadn't staked a claim on you. like he hadn't taken you under his wing to be the best driver you could be. you were cute, sweet, max didn't want any bad men to hurt you.
you whimpered against his movements, getting louder. but thankfully no one could hear you. you knew of the rumour mill surrounding you and max. what people had said both in the tabloids and in the garage. it wasn't hard to draw conclusions when max was constantly with you, his hands on you that could be seen as romantic. but, when others asked about your relationship with max verstappen, you simply smiled and said, "he's the best boss ever."
even when he was bruising your sweet pussy. his cock nudging up against your g-spot which made you whimper and squirm. it was cute, you were cute. most team principals didn't bed their drivers daily, but there were always exceptions.
"please, sir." you said, "it feels good!" you clung to him a little tighter and he responded with heavy kisses.
max could feel his heart hammering in his chest. he could feel your nails into his shoulders as you held onto him. his cock was perfect inside of you. he knew if he got your knocked up by next week, there would be no surprises. except maybe for you. even though he frequently finished inside of you. you loved the feeling and who was max to deny his superstar.
he felt something run up his spine as he continued to move against you. when he broke the kiss and looked at you with those blue eyes of him. he soaked in the sight of you, on the verge of climax.
his beautiful driver.
with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, you squirmed further and climaxed around his cock. you clenched onto him and almost bit into his strong shoulder as you felt your heart beat pick up. a strained moan left you lips before you relaxed on the bed.
max drank in that sight, he kissed your cheek and said, "perfect. like always." because he pushed you up further, almost bending you in half to really work his cock into you. even with the dull throb in his knee (which made him briefly think about the age gap), he continued to bully his cock into you.
it didn't take long before he finished inside of you as well. he tensed up for a moment as he held onto your hips. he hissed through grit teeth as the pleasure came down on him. only you could make him lose control like that.
"good girl." he said as he put your bottom half back down on the bed and pulled out of you. you laid out in a heated mess on the bed and he laid down beside you.
he kissed your neck and shoulder as you settled down. he praised your silently with kissed along your heated skin. next time he wouldn't put you in that bikini, but if it was just you two on the boat. then maybe he'd put you in it for his eyes only.
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by the time the season started up again, you were all smiles with a new logo on your uniform. the updates to the car were made to both yours and your teammates. and when you held the trophy over your head for the following grand prix, max couldn't help but beam as he clapped.
"we did it, sir!" you chirped as you pulled him into a hug. your joy at winning warmed him, just as you were going to warm his cock come evening as a thank you for getting you closer to the wdc. <3
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âšShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 20/09âš
Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then youâll have to check the whole post if itâs answered here, if itâs not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
@funnybadger868 ha chiesto:wait so if mk can hear macaques past can he hear wukongs for example the circlet and the spell
Yeah he could. It's now just a matter of if he wants to use this power ever again
@cryptic-theseus ha chiesto:you're paying for my therapy btw, the bill is on the way
Blame it on the gay monkies not me. It's bc of them that my life is ruined/hj
@ayrza ha chiesto:Hey!I have an important question, where do you get your sources for the AUđđ»đđ»p? I mean, I just recently entered the LMK fandom and I see that there are parts that are not mentioned much in the series and it frustrates me because I feel like I only watch the anime but I'm missing the manga đ« I love your art and your work, it's amazing đ«°đ»âš
Hi! Well I' finishing to read Journey to the West (im at chapter 80) and if I need extra info or just check I go to the fandom wiki.
@feyqueen91 feyqueen91 ha chiesto:A question for your Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (btw, I just saw your recent post for More Than A Successor Arc & I thought something light hearted was needed to even out the Angst), is Macaque able to summon something like what Red Son did with the Samadhi Sprite, and he teaches MK to do it too?
Wait what exactly? I haven't understood what you meant by sprite.
@og-glitch-punk ha chiesto: Honestly I expect this to be hidden but i also love your work on both comics, keep it up!! I forgot their names but dude- how would the lotus prince and our moon chef feels about wukong and Macaque being MK's parents? HELL. WHAT ABOUT THE TRIO? YELLOW TUSK, PENG AND THE LOIN (CANT REMMEBER HIS NAME EVEN IF HE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD/GONE). Hell even this chaotic snake man may even use MK to his advantage with the fact he is the child of Wukong and Macaque. So many possibilities and guesses, so many twists and turns we will never know bro
Oh he absolutely woud. Also about the others. They would probably act like protective aunt/uncles to that poor traumatised boy.
@thenerdnico ha chiesto:Oh my GODS that last bio dad's chapter broke me, your expressions are always amazing. I'm going to assume that at the end of Wukong's and Macaque's fight, Wukong realised Macaque wasn't moving and ran up to him, and ended up sobbing and screaming when he realised he was dead??? If that is the case, do you think MK listened to it long enough to hear that as well?
Oh for angst reason yes. He did.
@shadowpeachera ha chiesto:AHHHH YOUR SHADOWPEACH BIO AU IS SOO GOOD!!!! I SCREAMED AT THE LAST UPDATE!!! I have a question though. You know in the series i think season 3 epsiode 5 where Wukong goes into a deep mystic monkey meditation, yeah. Well i was wondering if Mk has ever tried that but got disrupted and lost his memories or started acting strange infront of his monkey parents. It would be hilarious i can imagine him shouting, âTUDI, TUDI!âKEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, no pressure though! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
Lmaooo ok ok I don't think I'll go witha small amnesia arc in the AU but this doeĂ sound adorable.
@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto:It will probably be quite heavy, but I suggest that after Wukong saw the monkey like that he had a huge attack of guilt and anxiety and ended up injuring his left eye with his claws
Poor baby!! Nono don't worry his eye is fine.
@raylamoongirl ha chiesto:question for macaque: what was the hardest thing to teach Mk?Lmk bio parents Q&A
Mmmm so they tried really hard to teach him shadow teleportation, but he seems to not be able to do it.
@lmkobsessedmoth ha chiesto:For the Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU What if macaque and wukong go on a date and wukong doesnât know itâs a date because heâs as dense as the rock he hatched out of
He truly would be. May the gods give him a clue or smt otherwise we wont end up nowhere here
Anonimo ha chiesto:Hey!I love your Shadowpeach bio Parent's AU But I Wonder,Does Wukong and Macaque already dance together before?
Danced??? I think so?? When they still were lovers friends I think (i think i m missing something)
Anonimo ha chiesto:I am on my knees, heart giving out, HOW IS BABY MK SO CUTE AND SHADOWPEACH SO ALLERGIC TO JUST KISSING ALREADY LIKE COME ON YOU TWO Anonimo ha chiesto:When I read the other part where swk and mac where talking about wanting MK to view them as parents at first I thought swk was proposing having another kid with Mac and I went âWOAH HEY- HOLD UP FOR A SECOND THERE U NEED TO GET UR SHT TOGETHER FIRSTâ and thank god it wasnât that I thought swk was JUMPING AND ACCELERATING THEIR PROGRESS LMAOOOSo Iâm actually glad they are taking baby steps, they need them
This slowburn is gonna be so slow-burning you all are gonna die when they actually kiss (will they kiss? Oh that's just for me to know ahah)
Anonimo ha chiesto:Since macaque is called mama by mk does that mean macaque is like a mother figure to mk in your au mama macaque is adorable and he gives off motherly in his character
Anonimo ha chiesto:Whos mom if there is considered a mom by MK or only dads? Is it Wu or Mac? My headcanons is Wukong basically the mom cuz he gives off mom and dad vibes together and Macaque just gives off dad vibes to me
He gives more motherly vibes, yes (Mamacaque and DadWukong forever)
Anonimo ha chiesto:Hi in you bio parent au for monkie kid how were monkey king and macaque as teenagers when they had a good relationship were like they a romantic couple or had secret crushes on each other and never told each other or were they just friends love this au it's amazing
Oh I think they were definitely lovers once. And that makes their past and what happened even more tragic honestly.
@ayrza ha chiesto:I don't know who is more adorable: Baby MK or Macaque and Wukong blushingPsd. I love your AU and your art đ
Both. Both is good
@diamondwolf23 ha chiesto:THOSE TWO BETTER KISSSSSSSSSSS-Iâm gonna miss Baby Mk ;-
Me too. Me too.
Anonimo ha chiesto:You could say Wukong is a...... simpian?(like simian but yknow >>)
LMAO YES
@scififeather21 ha chiesto:You can't believe how much I love your Shadowpeach AU comic series that last part made me grin so much. Mostly because my husband and I have done that exact thing when our kids were small babies and the looks and smiles were the same too. OMG it such a nice thing to see after a long day at work yesterday. :)
THAT'S THE- SWEETEST THING?????? LIKE IM SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO MAKE IT A SIMILAR EXPERIENCE???? TO HEAR IT'S THE SAME THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER
@snsp6 ha chiesto:I love ur bio dads au! I wanted to ask what would happen if smth similar to the baby mk incident happened to the immortal monkeys.Like either they were de-aged to their youth or had an amnesia rules type of situation!(I am in love w the world building in this!!! And ur art is delectable!)
I don't thing the world would be ready for non-reformed Wukong#like-#not really reformed but the guy killed so many people bc of impulsiveness#until he learned that murder is not fine
Anonimo ha chiesto: This might be a stupid question, but for your bio parents, AU is MK just always in his monkey form, or is this just how he permanently looks now?
He's on his monkey form when he trains / stays at the weekends at FFM or when he friendly duels/train with Mei and Red Son.On weekdays he's constantly in his human form
@meisawkwardashecc ha chiesto:Is Wukong potentially shorter than Macaque? đđ„șAvatar
Yes
@miraclecactus ha chiesto:Can you show us what's going on in the Freenoodles house? I'm looking forward to knowing how they manage to calm MK down :( Puedes mostrarnos que es lo que sucede en la casa de Freenoodles? Estoy ansiosa de conocer como ellos manejan el como calmar a MK :(
They used Wukong and Mac advices until he feel asleep.
Anonimo ha chiesto:I like how Wukong asks Macaque how he knows MK won't hate him after this. Like my guy, you literally killed Macaque, and he still hangs around I think he knows a thing or two
True. Although let Wukong be the dumbass he is.
alizardonfire ha chiesto:I love the idea of macaque being wukongs *rock* if that makes sense? It gives so much character to him.
Aaaahh ty! Yeah I feel like he's pretty good at understanding when he s just out of his mind and bring him back to earth.
Anonimo ha chiesto:If this isn't to much spoiler will the next lmk comic be angsty
This will be answered too late but I will always warn you in advance if there s angst coming.
Anonimo ha chiesto:I love your art! Lighthearted question since your about to bring the pain- do you think Mac and Wu fight over who gets to be little spoon/big spoon or are both of them 100% happy with Mac as big spoon and Wu as little spoon every night
So as for now, they are good with Wukong being the little spoon. Both bc Wukong is the the one who constantly craves for touch amd bc Macaque feels more comfortable in a position of "control" let's say. He can decide how much closer or not to get to Wukong.
Then in the future they would be more comfortable to switch (and the bicker about who should be the big or small)
@sallyvanna ha chiesto:HAIII FIRST OF ALL I LOVE YOUR BIO PARENT AU it makes my day every time I see a new page postedI was just wondering, why was macaque kinda nervous when he summoned rumble and savage? He was like 'ah shit I didn't want that-' đ
It was because the kid would be afraid of them! Of course he wouldn't. But I guess Macaque still feels like his powers are a threat to him.
@redwrathroit ha chiesto:Hey, note this is something you can completely ignore but I wanted to know if you had a ref sheet for your monkey Bois, I'd love to take a try and drawing them plus I had made an Oc character of my own but I did it once and then art block hit me like a train and said; nah, never again. So it would really help me out if you have a ref, if not ignore this and have a nice day/night
Unfortunately I don't. I have a lot of panels where you can see them full body in various stances though.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Wukong being the little spoon is too cute, he spends years being the big spoon platonically to everyone that someone finally gave him what was needed, to be protected instead of being the protector
Yesss he iss!!!!!!
@froggyofdeath ha chiesto:Question abt Shadowpeach bio parents! Sooo, who kills the spiders, who screaming abt them, who the one who picks it up and try to scare the screaming one?đ« âšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâšïžâïžâïžâïžâïž
Mk is screaming, Wukong picks it up, Macaque kills it.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Can we see exactly when they decided to prepare the courtnapping room? Like when exactly did they know oh we need to prepare that our son has apparently followed in our footsteps
Unfortunately in this AU for now I don't plan tp draw a full spicynoodle arc as well. There will be moments for the ship as well but more like extras and side stories.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Your shadowpeach bio au reminds me of something..... I remember you saying to someone that they should Read a Son of Two Dad's. Have you read the entire thing? and the sequel?
Yes I did! Also the sequel, but i think it s in hiatus.
Anonimo ha chiesto:In you newest update for the shadowpeach parent au, that one scene of Macaque looking at Wukong as MK holds his finger kind of reminds me those flashback scenes in movies of the dead lover/wife that is looking at the main character from under a flowing blanket. I have no clue why but the image popped up in my head when I read that part of the comic lmao
I bet when they are back together they will re-create this exact image eventually
Anonimo ha chiesto:I love that Macaque is initiating contact with Wukong. Hugging him, holding his hands, cuddling with him. It makes my heart melt đ„čđ„° And Wukong is giving him opportunities to do so
He is opening the door for Mac to come closer, so that it's his choice how much he can get closer. The last thing Wukong wants is to rush things or do something that would make him more uncomfortable.
Anonimo ha chiesto:Omg! I love your art especially your shadowpeach parent bio au, it's adorable! Although I'm terrified for the next page. Anyway, my question is, why won't you let the monkey trio breathe from the trauma? đ
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doodle request on relativity falls - id love 2 see ur vers of fiddleford and where he stands in the story!! :DD
Of course!!!
Oh Fiddleford, my dearly beloved Fiddleford, heâs just a little guy who makes machines that hurt people and I love him for that <3
In my Relativity Falls AU Fidds is a kid from Tennessee who moved to Gravity Falls pretty recently, like in the past year.
Heâs still really handy with mechanics, like a genuine prodigy, but heâs so riddled with anxiety that itâs a battle to get him to share any of his projects outside of his robots he makes to get revenge on those who wrong him!
He really does like hanging out with the twins, he thinks their both fun and is very happy they actually wanna be his friend, however their constant âGetting into weird and magical troubleâ is so stress inducing to him heâs going to get gray hairs by the time heâs 20 (Dipper can relate-)
I donât have a lot of things solidified for him yet, other than I want him to be EXTREMELY tempted to use the Memory Gun on himself, to forget a lot of the horrifying things heâs seen over the summer, but is stopped by Candy (The inventor of the gun) at the last second. You see, Candy didnât spiral like Fiddleford did in the show, she only ever used the memory gun on herself once. However, she used it to erase every bit of knowledge she ever learned about the weirdness of Gravity Falls, and Candy had spent YEARS of her life dedicated to it, she was arguably more curious about the weirdness of Gravity Falls than Dipper was. He was only curious out of morbid curiosity, she saw the whimsy and wonder in it all. So when Candy used the Memory Gun on herself and erased such a huge chunk of her memory it cracked her psyche, not leaving her a rambling and insane kook like Fiddleford, but more oblivious and unaware to everything around her while also being a liiiiittle ânot all thereâ.
Between the two of them Candy definitely got the better end of the stick. Fiddleford was deemed insane and used the memory gun over and over again until he couldnât even remember who he was anyone, his life falling apart. Candy used it once to make sure no one could ever use her research to hurt anyone after she learned her lab partner was literally working with an otherworldly being who could go into peoples heads and it cracked her mind because her research WAS her entire life, leaving her oblivious and dazed. However, Candy managed to find people who cared about her and were willing to care for her despite this. Sure she lives in the dump, but whenever a storm comes through or she gets hungry she can always go up to her friends Grenda, Mabel Mason, or even Pacifica at some point to help her out. Fiddleford had no one.
I want Candy to give Fidds a little pep talk, convincing him that despite those memories being scary and uncomfortable heâs going to need all of them because theyâre what will help him grow as a person. He canât just pick and choose which ones he wants because one day heâll realize he doesnât have any memories left to burn.
Maybe there could even be a moment where Fidds tries to use the memory gun on Candy because he convinces himself he NEEDS it and doesnât want to deal with the consequences of hating choice, but freezes up when he realizes it does work on her anymore. The realizes what he just did because of how badly he wanted that memory gun seconds after he did it and starts to tremble, dropping the memory gun as he begins uncontrollably crying that he âdidnât mean itâ and heâs sorry. Candy wouldnât hold it against him, just seeing a scared kid who was so desperate to make the mind numbing anxiety that he would do anything, and sheâd hug him and tell him itâs okay before leading him back to the rest of the group.
Fiddleford makes me soooo ill I love him <3
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Fox demon sy au, except more demon and less uwu.
After dying due to expired food, SY wakes up as a fox demon with a natural affinity to poisons and poisoning. He is unamused at the irony, thanks, but at the same time... he IS kind of in some chaotic demon realm adjacent like place and needs all the help he can get, so ... thanks?
His transmigration even came with a subspace for drying and preserving herbs and ingredients, and an encyclopedic manual of all the possible tinctures, ingredients, and handling procedures installed into his brain.
Pretty adequate, although the subspace can only take medicinal ingredients and can't be used for growing/raising ingredients, and the manual is so massive SY feels like it will take decades to read. (Spoilers: it does take decades to read)
Cool, SY thinks, I can be a wandering apothecary and stuff - but of course things don't turn out like that, because why wouldn't this world be full of poisonous plants that require... um ... *alternative* methods of healing.
After the fifth time someone tries to force SY to cure someone with papapa, he says fk it and, unable to escape in more conventional ways, he poisons his way out of the demon lord's castle.
SY is also beginning to understand which world he's been transmigrated to and is cursing a "Master Airplane" under his breath nonstop as he stomps angrily away from rando demon lord's territory, almost no guilt in his heart because the dude and his vassals eat people and are *assholes*.
SY starts using the direct method (aka poison) in refusing persistent inquisitors that want help he's unwilling to give (whether it's papapa or just a matter of principle) and slowly becomes known more for poisoning than cures. Doesn't help that SY has evolved from death-poisons to poisons that would make you wish you were dead.
Soon SY is known as a fox who would rather kill you than speak to you.
At first SY feels upset about this, because after all that work curing people, killing people is what he's known for? But eventually he's like, whatever gets people to stop bothering me~.
After decades, SY has embraced getting his way with his pretty face and poisonings, becoming a bit of a naughty foxy, and is enjoying his life away from the plot and with much less harrassment by the demons.
He's gained the title of Poisonous Shoutao (longevity peach), and his reputation as a venomous fox demon who could cure whatever ails you but would rather poison you has grown far and wide (as well as his foxy bewitching ways as he gloats over poisoning you).
SY has a long list of admirers and haters alike, including those grateful for his healing and those who want revenge for his poisonings, but what good demon *doesn't* have an enemy or 20?
And then one of his haters sets him up to be the scapegoat of a rash of poisonings in some human communities, and suddenly SY is the target of some pony-tailed pretty boy head disciple from Cang Qiong with a mole, who hasn't realized that the Poisonous Shoutao is outside of his capabilities... after paralyzing the boy, SY thinks about just ending the kid but... well, SY has used his pretty face to sway others before, but this is the first time he's been swayed by a pretty face.
B-besides, it's probably better to avoid making enemies of Cang Qiong, no matter where in the plot they are right now! So SY just teases the kid until the kid's practically steaming (out of anger? or...), reveals he's NOT the culprit, and disappears into the night with a faint scent of nightshade lingering behind.
Expecting it all to be done and dusted after that, SY is surprised to find out that the pretty boy now has a vendetta against him and has sworn to take him down.
Cue cat-and-mouse interactions all over the two realms with a poisonous (and slightly flirty) fox demon chased by a serious (but easily flustered - at least when it comes to a certain fox) young cultivator.
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comfort crowd
boyfriendâs mom!abby anderson x fem!reader
- summary: youâve been dating your boyfriend for 2 years now, until all of a sudden he starts to act differently around you. one night, you come over to his place to see him, only to discover that heâs out cheating on you with another girl. as a result, you receive comfort from the person youâd least expectâhis mother.
- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, older/milf!abby, age gap (reader is 20, abby is 38), reader is in college, owen (he is mentioned a lot but does not make an appearance), mentions of past teen pregnancy, abby and owen are divorced, infidelity/cheating, reader has her first intimate experience with a woman, kinda softdom!abby, oral & fingering (r!receiving), squirting, scissoring, slight edging, and i think thatâs it but lmk if i missed anything else
- authorâs note: itâs finally here, sorry this one took me so longâŠiâve been a bit nervous to do this pairing but it did win the poll i posted a while back so yeahâŠi also have to say that this fic took a lot of work and effort for me to write out, so i really hope yâall enjoy it đ€
You were wishing that your suspicions about your boyfriend werenât true.
A little over two years ago was when you first met Andrew Anderson-Moore. It was during your senior year of high school and your family had just moved to the city as a result of a job offer that your father had received. Having to start over at a new school was scary for you, but meeting Andrew made that experience a little better.
The two of you connected instantly, and it didnât take long for you both to start dating and make it official. On your first month anniversary of being together, you two decided to introduce each other to your families. You brought Andrew to meet both of your parents first, and he brought you to meet his dad first before meeting his mom a week later.
Now youâre in your third year of college, still maintaining your loyalty towards him, and you still keep in touch with his parents as well, preferably with his mom, Abigail.
You enjoyed being with Abigail just as much as you did with your boyfriend. She was always so attentive and caring towards you, she treated you as if you were her own. Ever since Andrew had introduced you to her, youâd always make sure to be formal towards her no matter what, even though she could truly care less about it.
âHi, Ms. Anderson, itâs nice to meet you,â you tell her kindly, removing yourself from your boyfriendâs embrace to shake her hand.
She flashes a smile back at you as she shakes your hand. âItâs nice to meet you too, sweetheart, thereâs no need to be so formal though,â she tells you.
âOh Iâm sorry, Abigailââ
âAbby.â She corrects you. âAbby is just fine.â
You simply nod at her in response.
âAlright then, Abby.â
After dinner had passed that day, and you were bringing all the dishes to the sink to wash them, you ended up overhearing Abby say this to her son:
âMake sure you treat her well, Andrew. Sheâs a sweet girl, definitely a keeper.â
Even though you figured that Abby would be nothing more to you than your boyfriendâs mother, the way she said that to Andrew made you feel unusual insideâŠBut you figured that you were feeling that way simply because it was just a genuine compliment from her.âŠright?
Since that day, youâve been close with Abby since then, and Andrew has managed to treat you like royalty.
That isâŠuntil a couple of weeks ago when he arrived back from a guyâs trip with his father. You began to take note of the suspicious behavior heâs been having towards you lately. The way heâd hide his phone when heâs around you, how heâd avoid eye contact with you when you ask him about things, and how heâd leave every so often without telling you. It eventually got to the point where you needed to go and address it to him.
And thatâs how you got here right now: sitting in your car in the driveway of his momâs house on a gloomy Saturday night.
You muster up the courage to grab your bag and exit your car before locking it and walking the few steps over to the front door. After taking a deep breath, you step forward and knock on the door. Hoping it would be him answering the door, youâre quick to see Abby answer it instead. âHey sweetheart,â she says to you. âWhat are you doing here so late?â
You look up to see Abby looking down at you with a soft smile. She was still in her scrubs with her white coat in her other hand, and with a bunch of little blonde flyaways sticking out of her hair. It looked like she had just gotten back from her shift at the hospital.
âOh, Ms. AndersonâŠI was wondering if Andrew was here, by any chance? I need to talk to him about something.â you ask her, praying the answer would be what youâd expect it to be.
Abby let out a sigh and shook her head. âIâm afraid not, sweetheartâŠOwen dropped him off this morning and he left the house right before I was about to leave for work. I honestly thought heâd be spending the day with you today.â
Although Andrew was an adult now, he still managed to make visits between his mom and dad. Abby and Owen have been divorced for years now, but at the very beginning, they were once dating as high school sweethearts. It wasnât until Abby had gotten pregnant from him during her senior year, and as a result, heâd figured the best and most traditional way was for them to get married after graduation.
Things were good for the couple so farâŠuntil one day, shortly after Andrewâs first birthday, Abby had gotten home early from school only to find her husband in bed with another woman, which instantly led to them getting divorced with joint custody of their son. She felt like she shouldâve been hurt and heartbroken about that, but for some reason she justâŠdidnât. It was almost as if she was falling out of love with Owen anyway, and his cheating was just the sign for her to divorce him.
Even though Abby was the victim in that situation, she didnât want to tell Andrew about it so as to not damage his relationship with his father. Instead, she made sure to raise him to be a loyal, trustworthy man, just so he wouldnât end up turning out to be just like his father.
She raised him to make sure that he wouldnât end up hurting you.
You let out a sigh, looking over at your car before back at her. âAlright, um, Iâll just head out, thenâŠâ
As you were about to leave, you felt Abbyâs hand gently grab your shoulder, causing you to turn around. âHold on, umâŠwould you like to come inside? I canât have you driving around in this awful weather, maybe you can just wait for him in the meantime, yeah?â
You hesitated for a moment, but to be fair, Abby did have a point. Itâs been storming so much these days, and based on the few drops you felt land on your shoulder, it seemed like it was going to happen again tonight.
You give Abby a nod, accepting her offer. She steps over to the side, clearing the way for you to enter inside before closing the door behind you.
âHave a seat, sweetheart,â Abby offers, gesturing you towards her couch. âIâm gonna take a quick shower and order some takeout if youâd like? I uh, donât plan on doing anything tonightâŠâ she continues, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
You nod back at her and set your bag down on the couch before sitting yourself down. âThatâs alright with meâŠThanks again, Ms. Anderson.â
âAbby, sweetheart,â she replies, correcting you.
âRight, thank you, Abby.â
You watch as she turns around and heads upstairs to her room. Once the shower turns on, you canât help but get a feeling of deja vu passing through you, remembering that certain day like it was yesterday.
Now, the thought of being with a woman never really crossed your mind, but for some reason, you couldnât help but find Abby to be soâŠattractive. You assumed it was just a silly little crush and set it aside because there was no way that Abby would see you as anything more than her sonâs girlfriend.
But it wasnât until about a month ago, that you decided to spend the night at Andrewâs place. It was around 1 am, and you had left Andrewâs bedroom to use the bathroom. As you were just about to go in, you couldnât help but peek into Abbyâs room as you were passing by.
The door of her bathroom was creaked open, the shower was currently running, and while Abby was undressing herself from her scrubs, you couldnât help but keep your eyes fixed on her figure. Her back, her arms, her handsâŠyou were feeling so attracted to her, to where a wave of arousal was hitting you instantly. You were getting so turned on by her in the way that you should be feeling towards her son instead.
Your gaze kept lingering on her, but once you noticed her blue eyes locking with yours, you quickly rushed back to Andrewâs room. This led you to have to wake up your boyfriend just to have sex with him, all with the sinful thoughts of his mother on your mind.
And even though neither you nor Abby brought up that incident the next morning, she had a strong feeling that those sounds that you were making that night were meant for her.
The sound of thunder startles you. You look out the window to see that it has already begun pouring outside. You were definitely going to be here for a while now, but you didnât mind it. Abby always provided good company to you anyway.
You watch as the rain keeps pattering down, hitting the glass of the window. Your hand feels the vibration of your phone followed by a chime, causing you to look down at your screen and check the notification you just received.
Abby shuts off the water in the shower once sheâs finished, making sure to keep it quick so as to not leave you waiting for so long. She then quickly changed into a shirt and sweatpants before shutting off the lights and leaving her bedroom.
As Abby began to head downstairs, she could hear a faint sniffling sound coming from the living room. It sounded like you were crying. This led to her rushing even quicker now to the living room, walking in to see you quietly crying, your dimly lit phone in one hand while your face was buried in the other, collecting all of your tears.
Concerned, she slowly began to approach you. âHey, hey sweetheartâŠwhatâs the matter?â she asks calmly, sitting down next to you on the couch and placing a hand on your shoulder.
All you could do was shake your head in response. You were so choked up on your tears that you couldnât even speak. You felt Abby get closer to you, trying to take a look at what was on your phone. You quickly hid it away from her, but it was too late. She had already caught a glimpse of the familiar figure that was on the screen.
Her hand makes contact with yours, trying to get ahold of your phone. âLet me see,â she tells you in a commanding, yet gentle tone.
You couldnât help but give in, slowly loosening your grip on your phone, now letting her have it in her possession. Once the phone was in her hands she took a closer look at the screen, eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She couldn't believe what was seeing right now.
It was a picture of Andrew, her son, out at a party, with his lips attached to another girlâs, that clearly wasnât his girlfriend.
Abby was just as shocked as you were. But she wasnât just shocked. She was enraged, enraged at the fact that her own son had gone behind your back and hurt you like this. You were the sweetest, kindest soul sheâd ever met, how could he, or anyone manage to break your heart with no remorse whatsoever?
Along with that, Abby couldnât help but feel disappointed either. She spent the past twenty years raising her son to not be a cheat like his father was. But at that moment, after seeing that photo and the state you are in right now, she felt like she failed as a mother.
At that moment, she wanted to make things right.
Not only thatâŠshe wanted to make you forget about her son and make up for how he treated you.
Abby sets your phone down and reaches for her own that was on the coffee table. You try to stop her from doing so, knowing that she is going to call her son right now. âI-I tried calling h-him,â you choked out, grabbing at her forearms. âH-He didnât respond.â
Abby gently shakes your hands away from her arms and grabs her phone before quickly unlocking it. âHeâll respond to me, sweetheart, trust me,â she tells you sternly, getting up from the couch and making her way back upstairs to her room before closing the door.
She was definitely right about that. It didnât take long for you to hear the muffled shouting coming out of Abbyâs room. Even through the thick walls of her house, you could hear her clear as day:
âAndrew, what the hell were you thinking?! Your girlfriend is here in my house, worried sick about you and youâre at a fucking party cheating on her with another girl?! I didnât raise you to be like this. If you wanna keep this act up, then go stay with your father, Andrew. I donât want you coming back here until I say otherwise.â
Despite that Abby was in your defense about this, you couldnât help but feel so overwhelmed. You honestly wished you hadnât come here in the first place. Even though it was storming harshly outside, you felt like the best thing was to just go home. This was the last place you wanted to be at right now.
Once Abby had finished talking on the phone, she then went back downstairs to the living room, only to see you heading towards the front door to leave. She quickly stops you before your hand grabs the doorknob. âHey, where are you going? I told you itâs too dangerous for you to drive out there right now.â
You ignore her and make the effort to push her away and get to the door, but her strong figure wouldnât budge at all. âI-I need to go, Ms. Anderson, I canâtââ Your words get cut off as Abby begins to wrap her arms around you, enclosing your surroundings into a hug.
You couldnât help but give in to her embrace, burying your face into her chest and sobbing into it, instantly staining the soft cotton of her shirt with your tears. The way you were acting right now was hurting Abby inside. It hurt her to know that her son was the one that caused your heart to break into a million pieces, especially knowing how much you loved him. She was willing to do anything right now to take that pain away from you.
âListen, sweetheartâŠâ She says, slightly pulling away to get a look at you. âI told Andrew to stay at Owenâs in the meantime, okay? You donât have to worry about him coming here.â she takes another deep breath before continuing. âI didnât raise my son to be like this, sweetheartâŠIâm sorry.â
You look up at her and shake your head in response. âI-Itâs okay, Ms. Anderson, itâs not your faultâŠâ
The warmth from one of her hands reaches your face, wiping the tears off of your cheeks âIâd like you to stay here for a bit, okay? I donât want you going out in that storm and getting hurtâŠI canât afford to lose what my son couldnât keep.â
It was clear that Abby didnât mean for that last sentence to slip, and she didnât notice that she was thinking out loud until she saw your eyes widen in shock. You couldnât help but wonder if Abby was having those same feelings towards you as wellâŠ
Your gaze shifts away for a second, and you quickly wipe the rest of your tears before looking back up at her. âAs much as Iâd like to, Ms. AndersonâŠI really donât want to be here right nowâŠEverything here just reminds me of himâŠâ
You notice Abby hesitate for a moment. âDo you, uh, want to go to my room instead? Will that help?â she says, practically trying not to sound desperate. She resisted the need to beg for it, but if that was convincing enough for you to stay with her, she would be on her knees in an instant.
âYeahâŠThat would be a lot better, actuallyâŠâ
Abbyâs arm moves down to the small of your back before keeping you close to her side as you follow her upstairs to her bedroom, which was at the end of the hall. Before you go in, you couldnât help but turn your head at the room you had just passedâAndrewâs bedroom. You were already thinking about having to eventually go in there and take your things out of his room. The thought of it was already making you sick.
Abby places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to get slightly startled before looking up at her. âYou know you donât have to go in there yet, right?â she assures you, squeezing your shoulder. âI can even get your things out of his room if you need me to.â
You simply nod and smile back at her as a silent âthank youâ before turning the knob of her bedroom and letting yourself in.
Upon entering, you realize how much Abbyâs room differs from her sonâs. Her room was painted in a shade of light blue, her bed was neatly made just as she had it in the morning. On your left, there was her dresser followed by some weights next to it, and on your right was the entrance to her bathroom. That same bathroom you had peeked into not that long ago.
âYour room is nice,â you tell her, your eyes still fixed on your surroundings. âDefinitely a lot nicer than Andrewâs.â
Abby lets out a chuckle from behind. âYeah, I know, heâs always been so unorganized.â she then hesitates for a moment before continuing. âHowever, thereâs always been something in his room that mine doesnât haveâŠâ
You slowly turn around to face her, noticing her starting to approach you. âWhatâs that?â
She stops in her tracks once sheâs in front of you, gently placing her hand on your chin and lifting it up so you can see her.
ââŠyou.â
A smile crept up on your face in reaction to her words. âIs that so? WellâŠâ
You pause for a moment, looking at your surroundings before looking back up at her and leaning in, just close enough to where your lips were just inches away from hers.
âI like it better here anyway,â you whisper back to her.
And with that, Abby gives in and seals your words with a kiss, and you just canât help but kiss her back. The both of you knew that this was wrong, Abby was your boyfriendâs mother for Christâs sake.
But if itâs such a bad thing, why did it feel so good for the two of you?
You feel Abbyâs hand in front of you, slightly pushing you back so you can sit down on her bed. Once you land on her bed, she drops down to her knees to your height, still maintaining her lips with yours before pulling them away momentarily to strip you down.
Her hands first meet with the hem of your shirt, gently tugging it upwards to get it off. You bring your hands up as she fully discards you from your shirt and toss it to the ground. As she now works on getting your jeans off, you unhook your bra and slowly remove it before tossing it next to your shirt.
Abby looks up for a moment, only for her gaze to linger at the mere sight of your topless self. âMy godâŠâ she says in awe, moving both of her hands to your tits. âYou look so beautifulâŠI canât believe he gets to see thisâŠgets to touch thisâŠâ
With her hands still cupping your tits, she leans in to kiss one of them, causing a moan to escape from your mouth. One of her hands moves back to the button of your jeans, and she instantly gets them undone with just a single hand. Her mouth is soon off of your nipple followed by her other hand, now hardened just from the contact of her lips and fingers. You were easily getting so turned on by her, and she knew it.
However, now that your jeans were gone and your underwear was shifted to the side, you couldnât help but stop her once she was about to dive in between your legs. âW-WaitâŠâ you said, gently pushing her head away from your soaked cunt.
Abby paused her movements immediately, pulling her head away and looking up at you. âWhat? What is it?â she asks with some slight concern in her voice.
You hesitate for a moment. You genuinely donât know how youâre going to be able to confess this to her.
âYou, umâŠyou donât have to do it, i-if you donât want toââ
âBut I want to,â she replied firmly, instantly cutting off the rest of your words. âDo you not want me to?â
You shake your head quickly in response. âN-No, I do, I really do, I just thoughtââ
âThought what? What did you think?â she asks you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
It didnât take long for Abby to get the message. She knew why you were being so hesitant about this. To her, it felt like she was one step away from finally being able to not only taste you but to give you the pleasure that you deserved. But to you, you couldnât help but simply feel like a burden to her, just like how it was with her son.
âWait a minuteâŠHas Andrew not been doing this to you?â
Your gaze drifts off to the side, and she takes your lack of eye contact as a yes to her question.
Each of her hands was on your knees, and you could feel her tighten her grip on them a bit, but not to the point where it would hurt you. And even though you were looking away from her, you could see her shake her head in disbelief from the corner of your eye.
âI canât believe himâŠâ she mutters to herself with a sigh. âHe really is just like his father.â
The warmth of her hand makes contact with the side of your face, tilting it back forward to face her. âIâm so sorry, sweetheartâŠplease let me make up for my sonâs actionsâŠlet me give you the pleasure that you deserve. Will you let me do that? Please?â
You hesitate once again. The thought of having Abby give you even the slightest bit of pleasure felt overwhelming to you, but the fact that she was quite literally on her knees begging to do it to you turned you on even more. If anything, Abby was being more desperate than you were right now.
So you give in this time.
âY-yesâŠâ you whisper out quietly to her. âGo aheadâŠâ
And with that, Abbyâs hands meet together at the waistband of your underwear, fully pulling them down and off of your legs before spreading them even farther than before.
Her lips gently brush over your sensitive clit to kiss it, and the sudden contact causes you to involuntarily jerk back. You didnât mean to do it, but itâs been so long since youâve been touched before, that even the slightest touch on your pussy already makes you feel overstimulated.
âHey, itâs okay,â Abby coos, gently squeezing your hips and bringing you closer to her face. âIâve got you, just lie back and relax for me, sweetheart, okay? Nice and slowâŠâ
You try your best to keep your cool right now, and even Abby tries to as well. Itâs clearly taking everything in her to not just quickly dive into your pussy and devour you alive. But she knows how long itâs been for you. She knows that your body hasnât been worshipped the way that it should be.
âGodâŠ.you taste so goodâŠsweetest little thing Iâve ever hadâŠâ she murmurs into your pussy, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers.
You couldnât help but watch in awe at the sight of Abby right now. Andrew was never willing to even put his mouth near your pussy, while his mother here was on her knees eating you like a woman starved.
âMmmh, g-go faster, pleaseâŠâ you quietly whine out to her, grinding your hips against both of her thick fingers that were inside you.
You didnât need to say anything else for Abby to instantly obey your command. Her fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy even faster than before. They were going in so deep to the point where the tip of her middle finger easily tapped into your g spot, and you absolutely loved it.
Before you knew it, Abbyâs fingers and mouth were going at an extremely rapid pace inside you, so fast to the point where you were gripping onto the edge of the bed to hold yourself down.
That feeling was quickly building up inside you now, you were going to cum at any moment. However, something about that feeling felt unusual to you. It was almost as if you needed to stop what she was doing to you.
So you do. You try to warn her, even grab at her wrist to slow down.
âA-Abby, waitâoh Godâfuck!â
As much as you tried, you couldnât warn her in time. Your body had already done its deed, your pussy uncontrollably squirting into her mouth and on her fingers as you reached your peak. The rest of your body felt limp, and your brain was feeling slightly fuzzy from your orgasm.
You felt Abby shift around in between your legs to stand back up, which led you to muster up the energy to sit up on the bed. Your eyes widen at the mess youâve just created. EverythingâAbbyâs face, her clothes, her sheets, your legsâwas all soaked with your release.
You couldnât help but feel a little embarrassed by it, quickly closing up your legs and bringing your knees to your face. âA-Abby, Iâm so sorry IâI didnât mean to do thatâŠI tried toââ
âHey hey, itâs okay sweetheartâŠDonât feel badâŠâ she murmurs out to you, gently caressing your face with one hand while bringing both of your knees back down with the other. âDid it feel good?â
You nod slowly as she looks back down at you. âYes, it didâŠBetter thanââ
âBetter than him, right?â
âYeah. Better than him.â
A smile flashes on Abbyâs face as she leans in to kiss your lips, letting you taste a bit of yourself in the process. âThen you shouldnât be sorry, sweetheart,â she tells you as she pulls away. âLie down on the back of the bed, princess. I'm not done with you just yet.â
You simply oblige, sitting yourself up and scooting to the back of her bed, lying your head down on top of her pillows that were stacked in front of the headboard. You watch as Abby wipes her face and licks her fingers clean before stripping herself out of her clothes. Just like last time, you couldnât help but admire her broad, muscular figure. And it wasn't just her figure, it was just everything about her. Her bright blue eyes, her freckled skin, her luscious blond hairâŠYou just felt so mesmerized by her. You felt an attraction to her that just couldnât compete with Andrew at all.
Your eyes follow her movements as she leans down over her bottom bedside drawer and opens it for a moment before shaking her head and closing it. It didnât take much for you to be able to see the strap she owned, alongside the few other toys she had in there.
The weight of the bed soon shifts down as she hovers herself over you. âAre youâŠare you not gonna fuck me?â you ask her quietly.
Abby nods her head as she adjusts the pillows on the back of your head to make you feel more comfortable. âIâm gonna fuck you, sweetheart, just not with those,â she says as she shifts back and begins to position herself in between your legs. âI'm gonna fuck you in a way that no man, not even my own son, could ever do with you. Would you like that, sweetheart?â
You nod quickly, eager to find out how sheâs going to do this. However, you didnât know what to do about it either. âWait, but how do Iââ
âYou donât have to do anything, okay princess? All you have to do is just look pretty for me while I do the work. Lie back and relax for me, just like before, yeah?â
You nod again, resting your upper body back on the bed as Abby continues to maneuver herself over you. She lifts up one of your legs and places it over her shoulder, and then brings her free hand down to her pussy and spreads her lips open with two of her fingers. You could easily see that she was just as wet as you were right now.
She then places her wet pussy on top of yours and you easily gasp at the newfound feeling of it. The way her lips molded perfectly against yours, along with how her arousal was practically dripping on top of your tight hole had you reeling.
âOh fuck,â Abby mutters out, further pressing herself down on top of you. âYour pussy feels even better against me like this.â
Abby begins to grind her pussy against yours, causing you to moan over the friction. You understand that Abby wants to take her time with you right now, but God was she being so painfully slow with this. You were desperately craving for some more friction already, but you felt too shy to tell her. So you end up weakly grinding your hips instead.
âWhoa there,â Abby says, placing a hand on your hip to keep you steady. âLooks like someoneâs eager for moreâŠYou want me to go faster, princess? Is that what you want?â
âY-Yes, p-please AbbyâŠg-go fasterâŠâ you whine out to her, continuing to grind against her pussy.
âNeedy girlâŠâ she mutters as she increases her pace. âNot even a minute with my pussy and she already wants moreâŠI bet it feels better than any cock youâve ever had, hm?â
All you could do at this point was babble and whine in response. The feeling of Abbyâs wet cunt against yours was getting you easily drunk. You look down and watch Abby place a thumb on your hood, lifting it to expose your throbbing clit to her. She then placed her clit right on top of yours before grinding even faster than before.
The sudden overstimulation caused your eyes to flutter themselves shut and your head to tilt back in pleasure against the stack of pillows behind you. Your body soon starts to feel limp again and the familiar fuzziness in your brain soon returns again. At this point, Abby was practically using your pussy to get herself off. But as long as you kept feeling the delicious friction of her clit rubbing against yours, you didnât mind at all.
Abby suddenly tightens her grip on your leg, leading you to open your eyes and look back at her. Her brows were furrowed in concentration with her gaze fixed on both pussies. You could hear her quietly whimpering to herself while the muscles in her abdomen were contracting and tensing up as she kept quickly grinding herself against your pussy.
At first, you couldnât tell what she was trying to do with herself. But it didnât take you too long to realize why her body was doing these things.
Abby was waiting for you to cum first.
You were at a loss for words at the moment. Andrew never cared about that. He would always be done the second heâd finish, meanwhile, Abby was sacrificing her own pleasure just to make you cum a second time.
âA-Are you close, sweetheart?â Abby moans out to you, keeping her hands firm against you as she continues to rub her pussy onto yours.
âY-Yes, fuckââ you whimper back as you begin to quickly grind your hips against hers. âD-don't stop, AbbyâŠmâso closeâŠâ
At this point, the noises that the two of you were making right now were borderline pornographic. Between your moans and whines with Abbyâs grunts, along with the wet squelching sound of both of your pussies rubbing against one another, it's honestly surprising how you havenât woken up the neighbors by now.
âFuck, Abbyâ'm gonna cum, fuck!â you tell her as you grip the bedsheets while continuing to rub your clit with hers.
Within seconds, your pussy began to quickly clench around Abbyâs while instantly cumming right on top of it. Once Abby felt that you were emptied out, she soon let her body relax before cumming onto your pussy as well with a broken moan.
Once the both of you have recovered from each other's climaxes, Abby presses a soft kiss to your ankle before gently getting your leg off of her shoulder and setting it back down.
Feeling drunk from your orgasm, you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment, hardly feeling the movements of Abby cleaning you up and tucking you into a fresh set of sheets. Your eyes open back up again once Abby has her arm wrapped around you from behind. âAbby, that wasâŠthat felt amazing..â you whisper out to her.
Abby lets out a chuckle before gently kissing the back of your shoulder. âIâm glad I could make up for it, sweetheart,â she whispers back to you.
You turn your head around for a moment to face her. âAre you sure I can spend the night here with you?â you ask her shyly.
Abby smiles at you, giving you a quick kiss on your lips before responding. âOf course you can, sweetheartâŠyou know I told him not to come back,â she reassures you, gently caressing the side of your face with her hand. âYouâre in good hands with me, I promise.â
You smile at her before turning back around and pressing yourself closer to her as she keeps you tightly wrapped in her embrace. The security that Abby was giving you right now was more than enough to make you instantly drift off to sleep, secretly wishing that the night that youâd spent with your boyfriendâs mother could now last a lifetime.
And little did you know, Abby was also wishing the same thing too.
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ⳠIndex [Day 20 - Findom]
Pairing:Â Soft Dom!Yoongi x switch f.Reader x switch!Jungkook
Genre: Vampire!Yoongi, Vampire!Jungkook, Magic!AU, Polyamory!AU, established relationship!AU
Kinks:Â findom in this story = Yoongi having a spending kink on them, neck kisses, clothed sex (nipple play, nipple sucking over shirt), handjob, dirt talk, sensory play with a necklace, temperature play with spit, but also! casual nudity & skinny tipping in private pool where they flirt and tease and are so hot, Kook is very Dom with her during those moments, as they prepare for Yoongi they play with each otherâs nipples, maybe this isnât even a findom story but a nipple story fbasdbf, they call him Daddy once cause he is into that, it's not a huge part of the story though, loving aftercare
Wordcount:Â 6.4k
a/n: listen. the vision of the person was handjob + sensory + temperature + nipples and somehow this came into my mind? like obviously doing it to kookie would have been the most logical thing to do with their dynamic but what if they decide that rich sugardaddy lovebug boongie deserves to be pampered for all his efforts? what then? then this smut happens and we can all scream together <3
That Yoongi was rich was just as much fact as the sun being warm was. That he uses these riches to treat you and Jungkook to absolute everything you desire was just as certain. You and Jungkook have to be careful how you talk in front of Yoongi because if you just so happen to mention in passing that you want something, rest assured that you will have it in your possession mere days later. So when he overheard you and Jungkook talking about a vacation somewhere warmer, mere weeks later you found yourselves in a plane to your private paradise. You werenât even serious. You and Jungkook were in the back gardens of the estate, sharing the shadow of a willow tree as you enjoyed the mild autumn day. You talked about many things; from nature, art, the universe and your hobbies and as you talked, Jungkook dared to slip his dream of going somewhere warmer. You agreed, coincidentally timing it with Yoongi coming around the corner and hearing everything.
âDo you mean that?â he asked and sat down next to you.
âYou are not going to plan anything now, are you?â
âWell, did you mean it?â
âYoongi, stop it. You donât gotta spend so much money on us.â
âThatâs ridiculous. Give me a week.â
And you knew that no matter what you said, you wouldnât be able to stop him.
Jungkook regrets asking for a vacation somewhere warmer. Yoongi kept his word, but at what cost? Jungkook is sweating his butt off and that means a lot because the only thing currently covering him, is a small piece of cloth on his crotch as he is lying in starfish position on the stone floor of the holiday mansion. Above his head, the ceiling fan is working without end, casting dancing shadows on the red paint. Jungkook swears that the air it moves around is hotter than the sun herself. The wind carries the sound of the outside into the room. The busy street, the trickling of the waterfall pool and the lively bazaar with its music. You and Yoongi went to said bazaar. Jungkook could have come as well, but didnât want to leave because he was just way too hot. He is not regretting his decision of staying back. If he left, he most definitely would have melted into a puddle.
Just this moment, the front door opens and the conversation between you and Yoongi reaches Jungkookâs ears. He doesnât move, eyes zoned out on the ceiling fan and mouth agape in exhausted pants. You will find him eventually, there is no need to make any unnecessary movements.
âIâm sweating my ass off, seriouslyâ, you tell Yoongi as you walk to the living era of the mansion.
âWe can take a swim, thatâll cool you off. Where the fuckâs the brat off to?â Yoongi says.
Jungkook knows that he is meant by the brat and that Yoongi says it with love and adoration.
âI donât know. Maybe outside? Kookie, weâre home!â
âCome get your snacks, bub!â
âOh?â
âCareful, almost walked into you. Why did you stop?â
âFound him.â
Jungkook lifts his head. You and Yoongi are standing just up the three stairs. Yoongi is carrying all of the shopping bags while you point at Jungkook.
âUrghâ, Jungkook groans, dropping his head again.
âAre you feeling alright?â you ask him in a chuckle.
âNo, Iâm dying.â
âAre you still hot?â
âYeah.â
âPoor boy. I get you though. Did you take a swim already?â
âYeah.â
âAnd that didnât help?â
âNo.â
âWell, that sucksâ, you say and take the three stairs down. You pull the dress over your head and take off your bra. Yoongi follows you with his eyes. Jungkook doesnât at first until you naturally pass him on your way outside and he gets a glimpse of your naked chest. He lifts his head, eyes now glued to you as you get entirely naked. You take the stairs into the pool, looking over your shoulder once your lower body is completely submerged.
âYou guys can join me, you know?â you say playfully and submerge yourself into the water completely. You even go underwater, diving up again after a few seconds. You feel their eyes on you. Itâs kind of exciting, you have to be honest. But you act oblivious, wiping the water out of your face in an angle that gives them glimpses of your chest in the sunlight.
Jungkook glances at Yoongi. Yoongi glances at Jungkook. They are thinking the same thing. Jungkook rolls to his stomach and gets on all fours before he jumps to his feet. You hear the naked pitter patter of his soles and in the next second, water explodes next to you as he jumps into the pool.
You laugh, shielding yourself as best as possible. Jungkook dives to you, coming up for air in a way which allows him to pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instantly, hands wiping the water from his face. Your upper body is out of the water like this, tits pressing against his huge pecs.
âI thought you were hotâ, you say, soaking up the feeling of his naked skin greedily. The way he holds you allows you to feel his abs against your middle. You would be lying if you said that you werenât affected by it.Â
âI amâ, Jungkook answers you, fingers digging into your buttocks.
âAnd this is helping?â
He nods his head. You chuckle, scratching his undercut. He smiles lazily, eyes glued to your lips.
âHold your breathâ, he whispers.
You follow his orders. Jungkook takes a deep breath as well and goes underwater with you in his arms. He stays like this for three seconds then dives up again, gazing when you naturally wipe the water from your face and it makes your back arch. Shit, if he wasnât such a gentleman, he would be sucking on those pretty nipples of yours by now. They are so wet, dripping water, and are just inches away from his lips. He moans inaudibly, parting his lips hungrily.Â
You look at him again, âwhat?â
âJust having thoughtsâ, he rasps.
âThoughts?â
âMhm, thoughtsâ, he purrs, eyes flitting to your tits.
You tingle, having to gulp. This look is enough to let you know every single filthy thought he was having.
âWater bomb!â
Water explodes next to you, hitting you and Jungkook without warning. You screech while Jungkook drops you in shock. You look at the side of impact. Yoongi dives up with a shit eating grin and his sunglasses completely tilted off his face.
âYou didnât expect that, did you?â He teases playfully, paddling to you even if the pool is only chest height for him. With his hair sticking to his face funnily, he looks like a wet cat trying to swim.
âNo we didnât, you doofusâ, you say, fixing the glasses for him. Next you wipe his hair out of his face.
âI got you goodâ, he coos and hangs himself onto your back.Â
âYou did, yeah.âÂ
He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving kisses on your heated skin.
âMhm, thatâs niceâ, you sigh, rolling your head to the side.
âMhm, and youâre softâ, he whispers, biting your shoulder gently.
You enjoy his touch with a tingling stomach. His body is just as hot as Jungkookâs. Judging from the fabric against your skin, he isnât naked however. That explains why it took him a while to jump into the pool. He had to change into his swimming clothes.
Yoongi ends the little munching session with a kiss to your earlobe, wrapping his sculpted arm around your neck in a gentle headlock. You can feel his muscles tense like this, back pressed against his torso.
âYouâre a temptressâ, he speaks in a normal voice and because it is naturally so deep, you feel it vibrate in his chest.
âWhat did I do?â
âYou know exactly what youâre doing.â
You smile, agreeing with a hum and a cock of your right brow. Yoongi growls, tilting your head to the side with his fingers around a bundle of your hair. Like this, your neck is on complete display to him and he claims it in a gentle bite. The kind which would never harm, but which still makes you arch your back in bliss. The bite ends as quickly as it began, the sensation however lingers on your neck even long after.
âFucking temptressâ, he rasps and breaks away from you so he could submerge himself in the cold water. You try to regulate yourself in the time he is underwater, gulping vividly.
âHah.â
You glance at Jungkook.
âWhat?â
âItâs what you getâ, he says and turns his back to you so he could swim to the other end of the pool.
âWow, you two are awful.â
âYou started it. Donât think we arenât aware that you were posing.â
âI wasnât posing!â (You were).
âMhm sure, thatâs why you made sure that the silhouette of your boobs was on full display and the sunlight hit them just right.â
He reached the end of the pool, disappearing behind the waterfall. There was an era behind it where one can sit on a natural stone and overlook the pool. You swim to it.
âFine, you got me. That still doesnât give you guys the right to be like that.â
Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back as he spreads on the stone cockily. When he sits like this, with his legs spread and his muscular arms open, he looks so masculine and sexy. You just wanna fucking sit on him.
âTell yourself that.â
âTell yourself what?â Yoongi dives up next to you, keeping his distance so you wouldnât kick each other as you swam.
â___ is complaining because we teased her.â
âYeah, not happening. You lost the right to complain when you undressed like thatâ, Yoongi says.
âWow, Iâm surrounded by horndogs.â
Yoongi chuckles, ânot horndogs. Ripper, weâve got the tendency to have a short fuseâ, he flirts, flickering his eyes red in sync with Jungkook showing off his fangs in a lopsided smirk and a little growl.
âJesusâ, you let out, diving under the water so they wouldnât see the utter flusteredness they make you feel. You hear their laughter above water. It reaches your ears distorted.Â
Once you dive up again, Yoongi is sitting next to Jungkook, spread out just as masculine and sexy. They are ravishing you with their eyes, genuinely making you feel giddy.
âWe left you a seat between us, princessâ, Yoongi says.
âJoin us, babygirlâ, Jungkook adds, patting the stone where your back will rest.
âShut upâ, you mumble and claim the spot between them. You have one arm of Yoongiâs and one of Jungkookâs behind you. One thigh of each of them touches your legs. You squirm a little, heart racing in your chest.
âYouâre so cuteâ, Jungkook chuckles deeply, relaxing back with his head falling against the stone.
âMhm, the fucking cutestâ, Yoongi agrees in an amused purr, mirroring his position with closed eyes.
Their pointer fingers rub your shoulders mindlessly, making you shiver.
âWhateverâ, you mumble, trying your hardest to relax. It is really difficult at first, but gets easier when time passes and they limit their touches to the soft caresses of your shoulders. It is perfect and addicting to be together. You can flirt and tease each other, follow it up with moments of relaxation and both states will be as addicting as the other.
The flirting lasted the perfect amount of time, making the relaxation which follows all the more wonderful.
Like this, you cool off, sheltering from the bright sun. You stay in the water until your teeth begin to clatter. Yoongi and Jungkook could stay longer, because their temperature regulation works differently.
âIâm gonna go, Iâm chillyâ, you tell them.
âIâll join youâ, Yoongi says, pushing himself off the stone.
âWait for meâ, Jungkook joins as well.
He leaves the pool first, waiting by the stairs for you so he could hold your hand.
âWell, thank youâ, you say.
âAnything for youâ, he says, giving your hand a kiss when you are outside.
Yoongi places a towel over your shoulders.
âOh? Wow, thanksâ, you chuckle.
âOf course, princessâ, he says softly, kissing your shoulder before he takes a step back and hands Jungkook his towel.
âNo thanks, I need to take advantage of the water on my skin. Itâs so cooling.â
âAlright, Iâll take itâ, Yoongi says and wraps the towel around his torso instead.
Jungkook rests his weight on one foot, making his hip stick out naturally, and runs his hands through his hair.
âWhat did you get at the bazaar?â he asks.
âMany things. Lots of snacks for you.â
âNice, snacks.â
âAnd jewellery and clothes for me.â
âOh nice, can I see?â
âYes of course.â
âSheâs beautiful in all of themâ, Yoongi says, walking back inside. You can still converse because only curtains separate you from the courtyard and the living room.
âI can imagineâ, Jungkook agrees, following him inside.
âYou guys are so sweetâ, you say, right behind them.
âDid you get something too, hyungie?â
âJust ingredients for dinner.â
âThat doesnât count. Did you get a treat too?â
âThe only treat I need is to spoil you two. Excuse me for a moment, I need to change and put the groceries in the fridge. Fuck, I hope the heat didnât spoil themâ, he says and disappears in the inner area of the mansion.
âI think he has a kink for spoiling usâ, you say, sinking into the comfortable floor pillows.
Jungkook lies down next to you on his side and with his head supported by his propped up arm. You feed him a grape and eat one yourself.
âI think so tooâ, he agrees.
âWhat do you think of it?â
You feed him another grape, enjoying one yourself. He chews and swallows it before he answers you.
âYou want my honesty?â
âYeah.â
âI think we should play into it.â
You scoff, âwhat do you mean?â
Jungkook looks over his shoulder to make sure that Yoongi isnât listening in. He sits up and closes the distance, whispering sweetly against your neck.
âHeâs a tease and he knows it. He buys us all this stuffâŠâ He dances his fingers over your thigh. ââŠtakes us on these expensive tripsâŠâ His hand disappears under your towel. ââŠfeeds us the highest quality foodâŠâ He moves his fingers through your folds.
âKookâ, you gasp, chasing him instantly but he pulls back and licks his fingers in his flirtatious attempt to showcase the high quality food he gets to eat because of Yoongi. You moan softly, gazing at his lips.
Jungkook purrs and slips his fingers free, dancing them on your thigh again. You are face to face, so close to kiss.
âI think we should do something for him. Show him that weâre grateful.â
âAnd you had to tell me your plan like this, because?â you get out.
His lips curl into a flirty grin, his eyes lower playfully. He shrugs his shoulders, scrunching his nose.
âYouâre worse than Yoongiâ, you mumble, looking away because otherwise you might get lost in his eyes forever.
Jungkook chuckles and kisses your shoulder before he rolls away from you and stands up. He struts to the shopping bags confidently and bends down to rummage through them. You roll onto your stomach, watching him. When he bends down like this, every inch of him looks delicious, but your eyes are naturally lingering on his muscular thighs and sculpted butt. He is already completely dry by now, except for his hair. Shit, you could eat him up. He is so handsome. To think that he is yours.
âWow, the stuff you got is so pretty.â
âRight? Do you wanna see it on?â
âJust a few things.â
âOkay?â
Jungkook stands up with a few things in his hands, strutting back to you.
âKook, did you get the bikini?â
âJust the panties.â
He hands them to you. He squats down, looking down at you with darkened eyes. Your crane your neck, gulping. He is so big, so muscular and his cockâŠitâs just there, so ready to be devoured. Still soft and relaxed, tempting you to work it until he is hard.Â
âPut them on, babyâ, he tells you in a rasp.Â
âWhat?â you get out, looking into his eyes.
âThe panties. Put them on.âÂ
âOh. Okayâ, you can only whisper, scrambling to your feet as quickly as possible. Ever since Jungkook has control over his instincts, he has become the biggest and sexiest flirt ever. Sometimes being in the same room as him and Yoongi is like torture. âFuck, I canât believe weâre doing this.â
You put them on just as Jungkook slips into his own small, oh so tight briefs. They hold his cock in place in such a mouthwatering way. Once dressed, he reveals his open palm to you and the jewellery he has in it. He is sitting again. You sit down as well.
âMay I?â
âYeah.â
He climbs behind you, kneeling. He touches you with his empty hand, kissing your shoulder as he feels you up all the way from your hip to your chest. You arch into his touch, hoping that he will take these last few inches and touch your nipple.
But the touch never comes. Instead, he guides it to your back and pulls away so he could place the necklace around you. It sits perfectly between your tits, accentuating the curves of them. Jungkook traces it, claiming your neck in a kiss in sync with his fingers pinching your nipple.
âShit, ahâ, you let out, shuddering as a bolt of pleasure shoots through.
He doesnât let the touch linger for long, crawling to the front and kneeling right between your legs. He presents a second necklace to you, pleading you with puppy eyes.
âPlease?â
âYouâre so hotâ, you get out and rip it out of his hand, getting on your knees as well so you can place it around his neck.Â
He rolls his head back, closing his eyes. You canât resist. The necklace is on his body, but you canât stay back. You connect your tongue with his abs and drag it all the way up to his neck. You make sure to include his nipple and end it by tugging on the piercings on his ear with your teeth. Your fingers are spread on his pecs, thumbs rubbing his nipples.Â
âFuck, babyâ, he purrs, grabbing your hips possessively. Your skins collide in a naked, loud slap.
âMineâ, you rasp, putting distance between your bodies. He should feel how it is to be teased.Â
He looks at you, eyes hazy and head tilted to the side in an almost predatory way. As if he was a hunter waiting for its prey to make the wrong move. You practically fuck him with your eyes, entire body tense from holding back.
âAh crap! My braceletâ, Yoongi curses loudly somewhere in the mansion, ripping you and Jungkook out of your trance.
You and he blink your eyes.
âSo uhm, what were we doing exactly?â Jungkook asks, breaking some of the tension this way.Â
You laugh, he reciprocates.Â
âI think we were trying to show Yoongi our gratitude.âÂ
âYeah right. Fuck ___, I might need to bend you over tonight. If you let me.â
âEver since you are spending more time with Tae, you are saying the worst things for my mental health.â
Jungkook laughs deeply, âTaeâs shocked just as much as you. You should stop underestimating me. I know what Iâm saying.â
âKook, please.â
He chuckles and stands up, offering you his hand.Â
âCome, letâs find Yoongi.â
You take it gladly, letting him pull you to your feet.
He claims you for just a second. Arm around your waist and hand on your ass, he leans down to kiss your neck sensually. You sigh, leaning into him with your hands on his chest. He flexes it just for you.
âMineâ, he purrs, squeezing your butt.Â
You swear that your knees actually buckle. He steps back and takes your hand.
âNow seriously, letâs find Yoongi.âÂ
âWhatâs your plan anyway?â you ask, trying to follow as best as possible. Heâs got you a little wobbly.
Jungkook tells you his plan as you look for Yoongi and needless to say, it leaves you dizzy.
You find Yoongi in the bedroom. His back is turned to you as he is busy sorting through his jewellery collection.
âYoongi bear?âÂ
He lifts his head.Â
âYes, babygirl?â he acknowledges you, turning. His face falls, his eyes widen. âWhat the fuck?â
You and Jungkook close the distance in sensual steps. Yoongi is lost for words, eyes switching between your barely clothed body and Jungkookâs equally as bared body.Â
âWeâve been thinking. Youâre always treating us so well, but weâve never really shown you how grateful we actually are.â
You stand before Yoongi while Jungkook rounds him. He snakes his arms around him, lips claiming his neck and hands tracing his clothed stomach.Â
One might think that Yoongi would be tense at first, but that is not the case. Yoongi rolls his head to the side and closes his eyes halfway. They lower even more when you touch his chest.
âCan we show you how grateful we are?âÂ
âYou donât gotta show me. I do it gladlyâ, he rasps.
âI know. Youâve got a kink for it, donât you?â
He tenses up, grabbing your wrists. Bingo. You smirk, Jungkook smiles against Yoongiâs neck.Â
âWeâve got a kink for it too. Look at the diamonds on our skin. We dressed each other.â
âYou did?â Yoongi rasps, breathing heavily. His grip on your wrists falters.Â
âWe did and it made us so needy. You treat us so well, Yoongi love.â You giggle as you think of your next words, speaking them with a flirty sparkle in your eyes, âthank you for treating us so well, Daddy love.â
âBabiesâ, Yoongi moans, eyes rolling back sensually and body melting into Jungkook. âFuck, donât call me that.âÂ
You exchange a triumphant look with the latter, holding hands for a brief second. You got Yoongi under your spell. Now all that is left to do is make him feel good. Not just emotionally but physically too.Â
âWanna get somewhere more comfortable?â Jungkook suggests, rasping the words against Yoongiâs ear.
âWhatever you want, babyboyâ, Yoongi speaks in his Domspace voice. Itâs one of his sexiest voices.Â
âLetâs go to bed, yeah?â
âYeah okay, babyboy.âÂ
Yoongi lets you and Jungkook lie him down in bed. The three of you have been sharing it ever since you came here. Yoongi gave each of you your own bedroom, but he forgot that he is basically dating two catch weeds of people who are stuck to him as much as possible. Not that he minds. He made sure the beds were big enough for three.Â
He lies down in the very middle of it, eyes switching between your face and Jungkookâs. You and he are kneeling on all fours, looking down at him. The necklaces are tangling, your tits look so sexy like this and Jungkookâs pecs look huge. Yoongi doesnât think about labels, he doesnât define himself as a sexuality, but he knows whatever he is, itâs this right here. Pretty girl tits and muscular boy tits. Thatâs his sexuality. You and Jungkook with your pretty tits and expensive necklaces around your necks.Â
âThank you for treating us so wellâ, you say and lower your lips to his neck.Â
Yoongi purrs, rolling his head to the side. A necklace traces the side of his face while your soft lips worship his neck. He opens his eyes, coming face to face with Jungkookâs pecs as the latter guides the necklace over Yoongiâs features. He shivers, letting out a breathy sigh as his long fingers close around a bundle of the sheets.
âIs this nice?â Jungkook asks, tracing Yoongiâs cheek.
âYeahâ, Yoongi croaks, tilting his head and parting his lips.Â
âI feel so handsome with the jewellery you buy us. You treat us so well.â
âSo well, so fucking wellâ, you agree, lips nibbling on his most sensitive spot.Â
Yoongi moans softly, eyes going hazy. He knew that he was feeling a certain itch ever since the morning, but didnât think he needed it scratched so fucking bad. You and Jungkook might joke around with him a lot, but youâve got one thing right. Yoongi has the biggest kink for spending money on you. The bigger the purchase, the better. The wider your smiles, the deeper the satisfaction. The brighter the sparkle in your eyes, the hotter burns the fire in his stomach.Â
Yoongi has been burning ever since he took you on this insanely expensive trip and fulfilled your every wish. Waking up this morning to the sounds of you and Jungkook having breakfast in the courtyard, chatting about how much you loved this trip almost made Yoongi want to jerk off to your conversation. But he held back, forced his cock to stay soft and joined you, acting as if everything was alright.Â
He canât hold back anymore. You and Jungkook smell like the expensive scents he got you, the sounds of the necklaces moving are in his ears and your words are paradise. He canât hold back anymore.Â
âFuck, you feel so goodâ, he gets out, arching his back once.
âYoongiâŠâ you mewl, teeth nibbling on his pierced ear. Heâs got a thing for that.Â
Jungkook guides the necklace down to Yoongiâs jawline, tracing the curve of it. Goosebumps follow in its wake. Yoongi is hazy.
He ogles Jungkookâs nipples hungrily. The latter understands instantly, scooting closer so Yoongi could lick him.Â
âBabyboyâ, Yoongi croaks, claiming what is his.Â
âAh, yesâ, Jungkook moans, dropping his head to the front.Â
You lift your lips from Yoongiâs ear, wanting to check what was happening. Yoongi uses the freedom to put his arm around Jungkook and pull him closer. His lips close around his nipple, sucking eagerly.Â
âOh godâ, Jungkook croaks, scrunching his face.Â
âYou two are so sexyâ, you get out and sit up. You canât reach Yoongiâs neck like this, but that is okay. He has a body to explore instead.Â
You put your hands on his torso, guiding your touch over his stomach. He follows it with an arch and a deep purr in his chest. He changes nipples with Jungkook, pressing out a raspy âfuck.âÂ
You learned that Yoongi likes it when you touch him over his clothes. His skin is sensitive enough for it. When you or Jungkook run your skilled hands over his clothed body, Yoongi is a goner. Today it is especially bad. He is shivering like crazy, soaking up the sensations greedily. Your hands are so hot in temperature, he is fucking burning up.Â
âYouâre so strong, my love. God Kook, isnât he just perfect? Heâs treating us so well and heâs strong so he can protect us.âÂ
âYeah, so strongâ, Jungkook agrees in a breathy sigh, face glowing in pleasure. His voice is just a little submissive. You tingle because of it. Look at him getting subby because Yoongi is sucking his nipples. Granted, you know how sensitive his nipples are, so you arenât particularly surprised.Â
âOur strong, perfect Yoongiâ, you purr, slipping your fingers to Yoongiâs nipples. The latter arches into your touch, lips slipping from Jungkookâs swollen nipple because his head rolls to the front as he gasps in surprise.
Jungkook feels edged, needing a few deep breaths to collect himself again. Once he does, his eyes instantly flit to your hands, wanting to see what makes Yoongi react like this.Â
You are pinching and rolling his nipples over the shirt. Hungry eyes gazing at his sculpted chest.
âFuck, babygirlâ, Yoongi gets out breathily.Â
âDoes that feel good to you?â
âYeahâŠâ
Jungkook scoots closer and lowers his head. You let him, watching in delight as he wraps his mouth around Yoongiâs nipple, clothing and all.Â
âKookâ, Yoongi moans, grabbing a bundle of his damp hair. âShit, thatâsâŠahm fuckâŠâ
Jungkook mewls around him, sucking and licking eagerly. His thighs rub together needily, searching for any kind of relief.
âFuckâŠKookâŠâ
You canât do this. You have to join. You lower your lips to his other nipple, taking it inside, clothing and all.Â
Yoongi arches his back, grabbing a bundle of your damp hair as well. He growls, but ends it in a soft whimper, back dropping again and hips rolling against nothing.Â
Yoongi had an itch this morning, which he didnât know he needed scratched so bad. That much he was aware of. But he wasnât aware of how much he needed that scratch to be attention. Of course a quick, rough jerk off session could have done the job just fine, but fuck, this is so much better. The sensations are insane, the play with temperatures is leaving him dizzy. Your mouths are so wet and hot, leaving his shirt soaked and whenever you pull back for air the wet spot cools down. Sometimes you even help with it by blowing on it, forcing his body to shudder and his nipples to swell.
You tap Jungkookâs shoulder. Yoongi is too far gone to notice, eyes closed and lips parted in breathy moans.Â
âHm?â Jungkook lets out, lifting his eyes to look at you.Â
You demonstrate what you were doing and how Yoongi reacts in shivers. Jungkook understands instantly, doing what you did. He blows on Yoongiâs soaked shirt and you do the same. Yoongi arches his back, hands slipping from your hair to instead grab your butts.Â
âBabies, youâŠurgh fuck.âÂ
âThatâs nice isnât it?â
âSo fucking niceâ, Yoongi sighs, following it with a purr when you and Jungkook take his swollen nipples back into your warm mouths. You suck on it, while Jungkook licks. The play with different sensations makes Yoongi scrunch his nose in bliss. Your hands on his stomach do the rest. You are so eager in exploring him. Yoongi feels alive.Â
It took him a lot of time to built trust with you and Jungkook. It wasnât your faults, but his own. He has issues with touch, that much has been clear since the very start. You and Jungkook worked around it at first and slowly, oh so slowly, made him comfortable. These days, Yoongi couldnât imagine any other reality. To feel your touch, to experience every sensation and change of temperature is what he lives for when he is with you and Jungkook.Â
âCan I have more?â he asks raspily.Â
You and Jungkook lift your heads, exchanging a look. You are sharing the same thought. Yoongi is so hot.
âMore?â You scoot up and lay down on your side, draping your arm over his chest. âWhat are you thinking? Mhm?âÂ
Yoongi is lost in your eyes, hazy and foggy and so turned on.Â
âTouch my cock.âÂ
âFuck, youâre hot.â
âI canât help it. IâmâŠ.â He lowers his eyes shyly. â...Iâm horny.â
âMhm goodâ you say, biting his neck gently before sitting up. Jungkook mirrors your position, waiting with a tingly chest for you to pull Yoongiâs pants down. You make sure to take the briefs as well.
Yoongiâs swollen cock springs free instantly, leaking on his shirt.Â
âUrgh fuckâ, he gets out through gritted teeth, writhing on the sheets.
âYouâre so hardâ, Jungkook moans, eyes widening in hunger.Â
âYou drive me insane.â
âWe do?âÂ
âYeah, every fucking second. Shit, Iâm so into spending money on youâ, Yoongi finally confesses, almost whimpering the words. âIt turns me on so much.â
âOh Yoongiâ, you say, wrapping your hand around his cock to pump it slowly.
â___ babyâ, Yoongi moans loudly, throwing his head back and gripping the sheets.
âIs that doing something for you?âÂ
âYeah, holy fuck.âÂ
âYouâve got the sexiest cock. Remember all the times he made us cum on it, Kookie?â
âI do, yeahâ, Jungkook gets out, gulping hungrily.Â
âRemember, Yoongi?â
âFuck justâŠtouch me, stop teasing, you temptressâ, he gets out in a hiss. He means no harm in it. He just gets too sensitive when you talk about how good he treats you in bed because his kink for showering his two babies in anything you want goes deeper than just material goods. He wants to see you satisfied in every aspect of your lives. That includes the bedroom.Â
You giggle, fluttering your lashes at him. You slip your hand to his base, signalling Jungkook to take over as well. He wraps his hand around Yoongiâs tip, pumping it in a smooth rhythm.Â
âFuck, thatâsâŠ.â Yoongi resorts to moaning and kicking the mattress, fingers tugging on the sheets. There are no words to describe the amount of pleasure he feels. It infects his entire body, feeling strongest in his cock and his legs.Â
Your hand is playing with his balls while Jungkook is working his cock. There is no difference between the softness of your palms but there is in strength. Jungkook is touching him with so much pressure while you handle his balls so carefully. Jungkook is rough, you are tender. Yoongi loves every second of it.Â
âHyungie, youâre leakingâ, Jungkook says, picking up the translucent droplets to spread them.
âHe is? Wow, yes. Look at it. Do you like it that much, love?â you coo, squeezing his balls gently.Â
âStop talking pleaseâ, Yoongi begs, cock throbbing in Jungkookâs hand and leaking all over his fingers.Â
You chuckle, exchanging a playful look with Jungkook. It is so fun to work up Yoongi. You know how high he currently feels. His head is definitely pounding and each second feels like too much. He is so into this. You and Jungkook feel so proud of it.
âMore Kookie. We should give him more.âÂ
âYouâre right. He deserves to feel as good as he always makes us feel.âÂ
Jungkook wraps his other hand around Yoongiâs heavy cock, jerking off him like this. You slide your other hand to his nipple, playing with it over his shirt. The fabric is still wet, sticking to his chest. The touch is so easy like this.Â
Yoongi yelps out an ecstatic âah!â and lifts his hips off the sheets. Throaty but pitched mewls follow, his hips just kind of stay in the air as he chases Jungkookâs two handed touch.Â
His balls tighten in your hand. You squeeze down on them, thumb rubbing circles with just enough pressure to send hot pleasure down his legs and up his cock. Jungkook times it with skilled touches. He keeps his right hand around his tip, circling it slowly while he pumps his left hand around his shaft vigorously.Â
âIâm cummingâ, Yoongi gets out, following it with a desperate growl.Â
âDonât hold backâ, you encourage him, pinching his nipple.
âPlease cum for usâ, Jungkook says, massaging his tip.
âBabies!â Yoongi yelps, breaking in your hands a second later. He shoots his white cream up his own chest, ruining his shirt with it. His moans are deep and drawn out, you and Jungkook moan with him, doing your very best to give him the best fucking orgasm he had in a long time.Â
And oh how successful you are, how Yoongi is shaking and trembling. The itch is finally scratched and fuck it hits so goddamn hard, Yoongi swears that he can see new colours behind his closed lids.Â
The comedown is electric. You and Jungkook are so eager, overstimulating Yoongi to the point he laughs panickedly, fingers grabbing your hands.
âStop it, enough.âÂ
âSorry, we just love to touch you so muchâ, you say, releasing him of his torture. You lie down beside him, kissing his heated neck while your fingers play with the cum on his chest.
Jungkook lies down on the other side of Yoongi, playing with the cum on his stomach and sucking on his neck slowly.Â
Yoongi enjoys the affection with closed eyes and his hands running along your hips and butts. His palms are sweaty from keeping them clenched around the sheets for so long. His heavy rings feel rough on your skin in comparison to his soft palms.Â
âHow was that?â you ask him, chasing his touch in slow rolls of your hips.
âBetter than anythingâ, Yoongi lulls his words as if he was drunk.
âDid you like it?â Jungkook asks.
âSo fucking much.âÂ
You and Jungkook giggle, snuggling closer. Yoongi smiles fondly, soaking up the sound. He is so happy when he is with you and Jungkook. There is no other life for him. Only what he has with you and him.Â
âCan I just fucking ask what kinda devils possessed you to do that to me?âÂ
âDoes there have to be a reason for us to wanna make you cum?âÂ
âI guess not.â
âMhm, correctâ, you nibble on his ear playfully, âbut if you really wanna know. Itâs because we wanna thank you for treating us to all of these nice things.â
âIt makes me happy.â
âMhm and turns you onâ, Jungkook adds, biting his jawline gently.
Yoongi gives his butt a warning spank, doing the same to you as well when you snicker mischievously.Â
âAnd if it does?â he challenges.
âNothing, we like it.âÂ
Yoongi chuckles, âfuck, you two. Iâm done for. I wanted to start with dinner.â
âDinner can wait. Youâre getting cuddledâ, Jungkook says, slipping his hand under Yoongiâs shirt to feel up his stomach.
âIn this heat? Are you surviving that, bun?âÂ
âWe can take a swim later.â
âRight and tease ___ again.â
âRight, we could.â
"Hey, not cool. Donât gang up on me.â
Yoongi and Jungkook chuckle. You join them a second later, snuggling into Yoongi. Yoongi sighs happily, pulling you and Jungkook closer. He relaxes his body, melting even more when both you and Jungkook drape one leg over him. He is completely buried under you and Jungkook and itâs heaven to him.Â
âShit, you two. What would I do without you, mhm?â
âMhhhm, probably not lie in Morocco with your stomach messy from an orgasm because of a super epic handjob.â
Yoongi scoffs in amusement, smiling to himself.
âSuper epic handjob?â
âYeah, obviously. We made you arch your back.â
Yoongi laughs, squeezing you and Jungkook.
âYeah, I definitely wouldnât do that.â
He isnât a clingy person, but with his two loves he canât get enough. This is truly heaven.
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Hello! I have another requestđ„șđđ»đđ»! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?
Wilting Wisteria
Ubyashikiâs daughter dies before the hashira who fell for her could confess. How will they react?
(So, Kagaya is around 40ish in this AU and the daughter is around 20. His sickness progresses extremely slowly, meaning heâs sick but alive. The daughterâs sickness progressed faster for some unknown reason, leading her to an early death. Also, the hashiraâs crushes are seperate <3)
Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyu, Kagaya (familial) x fem!reader
Sanemi Shinazugawa
He canât get the image out of his head. You, just laying in your futon, looking peacefully asleep. It looked like youâre going to wake up just in time to have your daily hang-out with the wind hashira. The day before, Sanemi promised you to make some ohagi, his favourite dish. He worked on that dessert all evening before heading out for his patrolling, making sure that every single ohagi ball looks perfect. Sanemi has been noticing that your condition has been worsening, and he was extremely worried. Much to his own dismay, he has been starting to grow attached to you and your enchanting aura.
Youâre calming him with your mere presence, similar to his master, but⊠he canât put in words what exactly heâs feeling, Sanemi just feels so safe and secure around you. Sometimes you encourage him to speak up about the things he experiences while out on missions and how he feels about them. Sanemi would lay down on the tatami beside you, and just talk. You make him open up, confront the things heâs seen. Sometimes he fantasises about him resting his head on your chest with your sickly coloured hand running through his hair. He would hold you close by your waist, gripping onto your robes as strong as he can, never wanting to let go. Sanemi should probably open up about these feelings to you⊠That what he planned on doing after eating the ohagi.
But now, itâs all gone. Those feelings were just replaced with anger and grief. He should have told you sooner, Sanemi should have noticed the signs that your time was approaching.
It doesnât matter anymore. He never shouldâve let himself get attached anyway.
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro tried visiting you as much he can, encouraging you to eat. You have to eat at least two meals a day, and he will make sure that you are eating those meals! Especially since you are so sick, you need those important nutrients! He always brings you either homemade food, a bento box Senjuro made for you or bring take-out from the village nearby. Kyojuro excitedly watches while you eat your meal, him sitting nearby and munching down on his own bento box. But perhaps thatâs not the only reason he comes to visit.
He feels guilty when be thinks about how much he want to see you again. Is he hogging your attention for himself when he wants to see you just because? He likes being around you so much. Your smile brightens up his whole day and week, making him forget about his duties for a moment. A single genuine laugh of yours makes him feel like he archived some kind of life goal, making him beam in pride. Would it be selfish of him to want to court you?
Kyojuro still remembers the sight before him clearly. You reminded him of his mother, how she succumbed to a sickness. And now youâre gone as well, forever out of reach. The other hashira noticed how gloomy Kyojuro has gotten. Normally, no matter what, he always sees the good things in life. But perhaps not today. Or tomorrow. Or the next week and month. Kyojuro needs time and should probably stay away from Sake for now. He wouldnât want to follow his fatherâs footsteps this far.
Giyu Tomioka
He had never the guts to talk to you much. His missions and his insecurities prevented him from visiting you much. Besides, why would you want to hang out with the (in his eyes) weakest hashira? So he didnât even bother trying.
Yet, Giyu felt something for you. He gets nauseous and nervous around you, even though his face remains indifferent. He wants to reach out and touch your discoloured hand evey time your near. How will your skin feel like? Is your body warm or cold? If youâre cold, he wouldnât mind warming you up. Giyu sometimes fantasises about what could be, what if he would get courage and confess to you. Youâd probably reject him, but if you didnât, how will your lips feel like on his? Would he be your first kiss? Youâd be his first. But now itâs too late anyway.
Giyu was one of the last ones to receive the news about your death. He reacted with expressing his condolences, before quickly disappearing in his estate. Giyu stopped leaving his bed, only getting up for missions and meetings he has to attend. The thought of training was clouded by his grief for you. Why even bother getting up at all.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki (familial)
His girl, his sunshine. Youâre gone now, succumbed to the same illness that has been plaguing his family for centuries. Kagaya was the first who discovered his body. Before getting Amane or any Kakushi to get help handling your body, Kagaya wanted to say his last goodbies. He pulled your head onto his lap, placing his hand on your beautiful eyes. He took the time to take in all of your features, tracing and caressing them with his slim fingers.
Kagaya had a soft smile on his face while small, salty tears slowly rolled down his face. You look so much like your mother, so beautiful despite the purple discolouration and sicker body. When you still had your eyesight, did you ever look in the mirror and saw yourself for who you truly were? An intelligent, gorgeous, ambitious young woman, or just a sick, bedridden burden to others?
Your death reminded Kagaya that his time is running out as well. If he wants Muzan to fall within his generation, he has to work harder, faster, be multiple steps ahead of that man. He promises you that the demon king will succumb to mortality soon. You will be Kagayaâs greatest motivator and reminder to continue to fight.
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Why would you hurt me this way? Why would you do this to me? Angst with no comfort? đ You are truly cruel.
Jk, I really loved writing this!! Your requests and kind words always brighten my day! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this!
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
Take care of yourselves <3
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Pirate AU!! Thank you @stringofturtles for watching OFMD S1 with me and re-igniting my Pirate Emotions so I had the motivation to finish this. The first sketches have been sitting in my files for months so please forgive the fact that they look different skdfjh.
More fleshed out AU details under the cut !! :D
- The kids are a little older than canon - the third years in their early 20s - but the story still starts with the second and third years as an established crew who then pick up the first years and the coaches.
- Daichi as a Captain is of course very much like he is in canon. He works very hard to take care of his crew and takes on a huge responsibility for providing for them (as well as making sure they donât die in idiotic ways). Suga is First Mate so itâs his job to make sure DAICHI is okay and not worrying himself to death. He also has a good handle on morale/the emotional state of the crew.
- Asahi is the first line of offence when dealing with other ships. He doesnât like actually hurting people, but heâs good at breaking ranks and barrelling through defences to get hold of whatever Karasuno needs. He was âoff the teamâ and out of commission for a little while after he lost his hand (not seeing combat while he was in recovery, and needing to build up his courage again). Noya played a huge part in helping him back onto his feet, and has been kind of protective ever since.
- Noyaâs job is to make sure the ship isnât boarded, so he very rarely leaves it.
- Ennoshita and Kiyoko work together as navigators and managing the little money the crew has. Ennoshita is the only crew member in the beginning who can kind-of read (Kiyoko can only read a little), and they work a lot with maps and planning out journeys.
- Tanaka is great at intimidating opponents. His eyepatch is totally for show - he thinks it makes him look cooler and scarier. His parrot doesnât often co-operate with him.
- Narita and Kinoshita take care of maintenance and supplies and making sure there isnât gunpowder anywhere there shouldnât be, as well as things like fraying rigging and rotting boards/canons secure and the like. Of course, things like that are everyoneâs responsibility, but these two consider is theirs particularly. Itâs thankless work but the boat would definitely have burned down by now if not for them.
- Enter the first years!
- Kageyama is a prodigy swordsman with a huge reputation as a lethal pirate, although most people who spread those rumours donât realise heâs as young as he is. He was marooned by his previous crew for being a controlling Captain (who should never have been captain in the first place, having only his fighting talent as the real reason).
- Hinata recently ran away from home to âbecome a pirateâ without much of an idea what that actually entailed, and ran into Kageyama without knowing his reputation. All he knew was that this guy was incredible fighter, and he demanded that he teach him to fight! He now wonât leave him alone.
- Tsukishima ran away as a very young child in an attempt to find Akiteru, whose sailing ship was attacked and lost at sea. He fell in with pirates along with Yamaguchi (who was picked up after surviving a shipwreck), and the pair ended up sticking together as they bounced from ship to ship, ready to run whenever it seemed like tensions were getting high. They (read: tsukki) are going to need to break this habit, if theyâre going to be a real part of this new crew.
- Tsukishima and Yamaguchi canât sleep if theyâre not in the same hammock. Embarrassing. The reason Yamaguchi was so tiny as a little kid is that he didnât get enough food. Tsukishima still tries to sneak him extra (and gets in trouble with Daichi).
- Tadashi ends up as a sharpshooter, one of the few kids whoâs confident using a pistol
- Hinata and Kageyama spar together all the time. Itâs GOING to end in a make-out the first time Hinata successfully beats him.
- Neither of them have noticed that Tanakaâs eyepatch switches sides.
- Yachi is picked up when the crew stop in a bar in her town. Sheâs a better-off girl, about to be talked into an politically advantageous marriage, and desperately wants to get out of her situation. âRunning away with piratesâ was admittedly pretty drastic, but anything sounds like a good idea when Hinata suggests it so sincerely!!
- Ukai is a washed up older pirate, without a crew. Takeda is a very unlucky literature teacher who just happened to be on a sea voyage. They both ended up taken as hostages by the same (meaner) pirate crew, who were then stolen by the Karasuno kids. Although, itâs kind of unclear at this point whether theyâre actually prisoners⊠Theyâre being treated very nicely (especially Sensei) and are in danger of getting attachedâŠ
#pirate au#haikyuu#karasuno volleyball club#kagehina#daisuga#asanoya#tsukkiyama#ukatake#sawamura daichi#sugawara kĆshi#azumane asahi#nishinoya yuu#ennoshita chikara#Shimizu kiyoko#yamaguchi tadashi#tsukishima kei#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou#kinoshita hisashi#narita Kazuhito#artists on tumblr#digital art#haikyuu!!#procreate#haikyuu fanart#hq!!#fanart#kinonari#pirates#tw knives
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Billard pose ref here
Most recent brainrot is putting Kiwi and Oz into a modern AU. Monkey See, Monkey Do
Started out with Destined One frequenting the same bar to practice billard, while Oz is the resident pianist there and it just snowballed from there and now I have some backstories for those two idiots
đ„ Kiwi / Destined One
5th year medicine student. 25 years old, he started with his study when he was 20, took two years to travel around
Lost his parents and older brother in a car accident. He barely survived and was hospitalized for a long time. Selective mute since then
Uncle Shen Monkey then took him in and raised him
remembers the nurses and doctors fondly hence, why he also wants to study medicine and become a doctor later
Uncle Shen Monkey owns cocktail lounge / fancy bar called Flying Monkeys . Shen Monkey is also the barista also, and there are few pool tables available.
Kiwi spent a lot of his teen years playing billard, hence he is VERY good at it. Still goes to play and practice
Kiwi participates in local tournaments
also helps out at the lounge from time to time
Seems to be very popular among his peers despite being an introvert and loner??
his fellow students like him because when they ask him for help he gives it to them
the type that seems like a cold douche but will not hesitate to step in when he sees a woman being uncomfortable or being harrassed
kinda popular among the ladies, plus the fact that he looks really good when playing billard adds to it
probably gets asked out a lot, or phone numbers slipped into his bag
always rejects them because he got his sight set on someone else hehe
frequents @maiden-of-the-waters cafe a lot to study there
Avid comic collector. Wanted to be a comic artist as a kid....
đ Oz
Med student drop out during her practical years. 26 years old
parents divorced when she was super young. Dad moved away and remarried and has a new family. She has two half-siblings
occassionaly talks with the half siblings, but has not much contact with her father. Mom had full custody and essentially raised her as a single mom
typical tiger mom. Loves her mom but has a strained relationship with her at the moment. low contact
Did not have many friends as a kid, mom had a tight grip on her and her time and education. Started making real friends once she moved out for university. Met YĂč @marcu-bug, Birdie @dunanana, Liyu @s0rr3l and Beike @maiden-of-the-waters and they are pretty much her only friends LOL
Started having piano lessons as early on. Had good promises to be a concert pianist, but ofc that is not a viable career path as per her mom
Studied medicine only because her mom wanted her to. She was VERY MISERABLE during her time as a student. Dropped out during the practical years because the pressure was just too much for her and she realized being a doctor was just not what she wanted to do. She wasn't happy with it, hence also why her relationship with her mom is strained, cause Oz was THIS close to finishing and then decided to ""give up""
Also her then-boyfriend cheated on her she caught him in bed with another person
And her great-grandfather passed away
overall not a good year on her mental health. Realized all she did was just doing what other people wanter her to do. Dropped out to take a break and just figure out her place in this world
works as a pianist at Flying Monkeys after dropping out. Shen Monkey pays really well and she also gets very good tips because. Helps out at the bar on days when they are short staffed to make some more extra cash
Gets hit on few times at work, but luckily a certain monkey is always there to look out for her....
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Kiwi bumped into Oz during his first year in univeristy. Probably when both needed to submit some paperwork for the univerity, Oz for dropping out. She noticed him carrying the newest comic issue of The Monkey King, and asked him about it
Learned really soon that he is a selective mute, but didn't treat him any differently and just carried on the conversation with him as usual, which he really appreciated
I wouldn't say it was love at first sight for him, more like the feeling you have when you're sitting in the plane and it is landing soon and you see the lights of your city below you and you know you are this close to home? Yeah it's that feeling.
anyway months passed and he hasn't seen her since then but she is always like there in the back of his mind
Uncle Shen Monkey telling him one day that he hired a new pianist which is nice cause they haven't had one in a while and that he wants Kiwi to be there to show her around the lounge a bit and stuff
Kiwi, not very happy about that because he doesn't really enjoy meeting new people, is then surprised to see that Oz is the new pianist his uncle hired.
Oz.... vaguely remembers him LOL. Probably takes her like a few weeks to go "hey.... have we met before???"
Suddenly Kiwi has a lot more time to be around his uncle's lounge again. Uncle Shen Monkey know what is up there. probably tries to play wingman
Enter the "and they were roommates" arc
Oz moved back to her mom but things are NOT good. lot's of fights
Kiwi overhearing one day how she asks Shen Monkey if he knows about any free rooms for rent to let her know
and whatdya know Uncle Shen Monkey does happen to know someone who has a free room
Kiwi. it's kiwi who has a free room that is sort of used as a storage at the moment. he doesn't mind Oz moving in there. Gives her a really good rent deal, where she is basically paying all the bills and that's it
Kiwi owns the apartment. His parents left a good amount of assets behind which he sold and then bought his own place
Oz is very grateful for the deal, because it helps her to save money and put aside to eventually move out and find her own place
spoiler alert that's not gonna happen lmfao
This is the apartment layout:
Oz has the room closes to the bathroom because Kiwi is nice like that. He'd move in an old piano in too for her to practice and play
at first Oz was very shy about playing because she doesn't want to disturb him when he is studying but he likes listening to her practice and play when he is studying
I think that before Oz moved in, Kiwi barely decorated the apartment much. The embodiment of only had the bare neccessaties in it. But once Oz moves in, it started to feel more like a home than just a housing for him to come back and pass out. I think the only real personal belonging he has is a good decent The Monkey King comic collectiona and collectibles
Definitely have a vinyl record player, something that Oz always wanted to have. She movied in with like five records in her collection, and Kiwi then gifted her a player, and the collection just grew from there
both are very much introverts, so they prefer to spend most of the time just chilling at home, on the couch together playing games or reading books
Oz does sometimes have her friends other to hangout
because both work crazy hours sometimes, Kiwi would go Flying Monkeys after his shift to pick Oz up and then they go home together
Kiwi doesn't know how to drive, never learned too traumatized from the accident. So Oz is the one who rents a car and drives when they decied to take trips together
Have a rule to put a sock on the door handle and text the other person to let them know when they have special guests at the palce
spoiler alert none of them ever bring any hook ups home lmfao
Oz does go on few dates but never brings anyone home because it just doesn't feel right
and Kiwi well, his heart belongs to only one person hehe
have weekly movie nights. Kiwi takes it personal if Oz binges a whole season without him
there is a lot more for me to share but then I'd have a massive essay so I will stop here.
anyway great chemistry as roomates. wink wink nudge nudge
#the ham talks#black myth wukong#sun wukong AU#sun wukong#oh yeah they get a corgi together at some point lmfaooo#just decided to raise a dog togher yknow#platonically#as friends#just picture them with the vinyl record playing a slow waltz and Oz teaching Kiwi how to dance the waltz in their living room..............#decides to build a pillow fort in the living room and sleep in there too#they are very comfortable aroudn each other.#so comfortable that Kiwi walkes aourn shirtless most of the time..........#I feel like at that point everyone just assumes they are dating LOL#âwait have been dating?â â.... we have for the last year thanks for noticingâ#also also kiwi becomes a children's doctor and works in the children's ward at the hospital#Oz.... haven't figured out what she would do later on#but I imagine if she actually worked in the medical field#it would be in the morgue as a forensic medic#sun wukong x oc#sun wukong x reader#cepheus baskerville#monkey see monkey do
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havin thoughts.
au where grunkle stan has a prosthetic leg, he lost it in his 20s and has been using a range of (usually very bad and/or possibly stolen) prosthetics, and he never changes to better ones until the old one breaks beyond repair.
especially after taking over the mystery shack, because Stanford never lost a leg on record, so it'd be weird if Suddenly he had a decade old amputation randomly.
when the twins visit for the summer, they only find out after arriving. the Mr. Mystery persona hides his leg, after all, and sure, he walks around with the 8ball cane, but that's just for the persona, right?
wrong. Stan needs a cane, but only uses the 8ball one (it's not very good for him), and his leg is Old. it's like bordering on ten years old, and the foot is all worn out, plus the knee joint stops working randomly. so. he needs a new one.
Mabel and Dipper devise a plan. at first, their plan is to "fix" Stan's leg. regrow it or whatever. they end up almost doing some kind of witch deal, but it doesn't work out (and also they almost get eaten or smth)
stan explains to them that he's not looking to Regrow his leg. he's spent longer Without it then he ever did With it. he's spent like almost forty years with only one leg, he's used to it. they don't need to worry about him. and he ruffles their hair.
but Mabel and Dipper manage to convince him to at least get a new prosthetic and cane. ones that are actually good for him. Stan doesn't want to go to the doctor, but they find a way. probably mcgucket, he happily cobbles together a leg and cane. it might have lasers and Such in it, but he removes them when asked.
it's not perfect, but it's Leagues better than what stan had before, and the twins decorate it for him. stickers, some glitter. yknow.
very sweet I think. also this would slightly change Stan's usual outfit of his white tank top and his boxers, because he is hiding his leg from Gravity Falls, or at least trying to. the entire town probably knows already and just don't comment on it (it'd be rude if they did) he probably wears sweatpants or something.
also Ford Doesn't Know stan only has one leg. he's in for a shock. he's still mad about a lot of things, but like. cmon stan. that leg, while better than the others, isn't good. it's made of scrap metal stan. probably tries to get him an actual proper medical prosthetic. from a certified place. ford's gonna be short with him and grumpy but he's not gonna let stan screw himself over like this. also that hearing aid is just as bad. go to the doctor Stanley.
#stanleg au#teehee the name for this one makes me giggle#also to be clear the new prosthetic leg isnt a magic cure all and doesnt work like a organic leg.#stans still got problems and bad days and such. but hes dealin with it. and hes got family there to help him through it.#also also Soos has definitely been on his case for a good while about his leg and cane. wendy too prbably.#but stan is very much susceptible to the mystery twins double puppy dog eyes. :( he cares them so much. he cant say no to them.#damien speaks#soup speaks#crow cackles#riot rambles#ask to tag#gravity falls#gf#stanley pines#gravity falls au#gf au
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â the wrong way to hard launch (1) | OP81
summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au
pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc
a/n hello, this is called welcome to part 1 of a fic no one will read :) also i have a taglist now (yay?) so shoot me a reply if ur interested in being added <3
masterlist | prologue | part 1 | next part
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lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h omg my f1wags debut??? y'all i've really made it đ«¶
EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h us when our frontwoman decides to hard launch her relationship that we were scrambling to denounce: đđȘđ©· âł camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 1h the EB Bar admin working overtime bc lina insists on stoking the flames of this ridiculous rumour âł lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h media literacy where? this is a fucking confirmation bestie
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selinabui me when i lie to myself and go date yet ANOTHER athlete đ€ đ this one goes vroom vroom in expensive cars (p.s. dear news sites, pls stop using my old photos)
cameliazzz all that expensive media training chucked down the drain i see
eb_jonno the orange jumpscare holy shit lina it's like u hate him or smth âł selinabui @eb_jonno wdym he's very cute đ«¶
landonorris Oh hello there âł oscarpiastri @ landonorris đ âł mclarwins @ landonorris OMFG LANDO WHAT âł selinabui @ landonorris bro why are you acting like we've never met or smth âł pi4str1 @ selinabui there's something about her that's so đ
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đŻïžmanifesting EB3 đŻïž@ linabelles · 5h ok i fear we need to start weighing up the pros and cons âł oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 5h pros: WE'RE FREE FROM AMERICANS, he's actually cute, we already follow f1 bc of guanyu, he's aussie <3 cons: white, he's another fucking athlete, orange âł đŻïžmanifesting EB3 đŻïž@ linabelles · 4h 'free from americans' SO TRUE we were in the trenches with t*mmy
piaaâžÂč @ papayaeightyone · 3h everything i find about this girl is just đŹ âł piaaâžÂč @ papayaeightyone · 3h oscar, get the FUCK away from that girl âł clovie @ luvyouvie · 2h omg why, what's up with her?? âł piaaâžÂč @ papayaeightyone · 3h kinda the classic rockstar shit and her ex is tommy howard (nfl running back)
liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 18h SELINA WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS??? WHERE DID THIS ENERGY GO đđđ
Ⳡemme @flowersforcami · 18h as smo with a footballer ex, the comment on massive egos is so true T_T
ⳠRyan Forrest @ryanforrest93 · 17h Every time that interview pops up on my TL, I just get reminded of how YOUNG she was going through all of that nonsense. She was barely 20 and totally being gaslit by that arsehole. Ⳡliv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 17h ^^THIS!! yes!! it was crazy that ppl gave her so much shit about staying with tommy even after the cheating but it was her first real relationship and it fucked her up massively
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zhouguanyu24 Went to go check on the baby sister đȘ
selinabui my personal photographer fr (good luck tmr đ)
emptybottlesbar Always stoked to have family stop by for a listen! Best of luck on the track đȘ âł selinabui @emptybottlesbar he doesn't need luck. he needs his team to fix the pit stop problem. he needs divine intervention
zhouguanyu_br piastri is dating zhou's sister?? âł jemma.wren @zhouguanyu_br cousin actually, in chinese culture they refer to paternal cousins as just siblings
stakef1team Looking forward to seeing Lina in the garage âł selinabui @stakef1team oh lmao that's not happening đ„° âł pastry81 @ selinabui IJBOL she said you ain't SHIT see you in the papaya garage
cameliazzz thanks for dropping by on ur race weekend <3 hope it was worth your while (and family-friendly đ€«) âł zhouguanyu24 @ cameliazzz Thank you for keeping her alive âł selinabui @ cameliazzz why has it taken you over 20 minutes to go get pizza đ€Ą âł cameliazzz @ selinabui why are you asking in ur cousin's comments đ€Ąđ€Ąđ€Ą (they need to cooka da pizza)
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from the phone of selina bui
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emme @flowersforcami · 34m walk with me here... if zhou went to friday's show, do you think oscar did as well? and if so... did they just watch empty bottles' almost 2 hours set of lina and kas flirting đ âł kayla @luna_apocolypse · 22m i literally can't think of anything else now :) do you know what the encore song was? âł emme @flowersforcami · 21m kaslina duet of we don't talk anymore (og by charlie puth) âł kayla @luna_apocolypse · 20m oh how do we even defend them
EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 1h whole team in shambles... @EB_selina we hope it was worth it
oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h every linami realising they need to defend her stage persona to piastri fans... âł oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h WE SWEAR ON OUR HONOUR THAT THIS GIRL IS A TOTAL LOOOOOSER. SHE'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT THE MEDIA WRITES HER AS. HER ONE HOBBY IS SUDOKU. SHES A COMPLETE DOORMAT đđ âł lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h ok well, hang on... i think they get the point
piaaâžÂč @ papayaeightyone · 5h after a literal night of deep-diving, i take back everything i've ever said about selina bui bc she's such a cutie honestly i get it, i kinda want her now
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oscarpiastri Finally got the green light to 'hard launch'
selinabui sorry i needed to be vetted so hard :/
logansargeant Oh so we're keeping secrets from each other now #fakefriend âł oscarpiastri @ logansargeant Sorry, did i forget the bit when you were there when we met or something đ
2cami4lina oh she let him in the studio, we're fucking done for
ausgp Some extra Aussie luck for the home race âł pi4str1 @ ausgp she's australian??? âł emptybottlos @pi4str1 do a simple google search first - the whole band is australian đ€Ą they all grew up in sydney
piastri_lina but wait, the way i lowk manifested this... âł emptyb-aid @piastri_lina lock ur doors i fear i'm coming for you
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#f1#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x oc#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri smau#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 smau#f1 fic#f1 smau#f1 imagine#f1 social media au
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