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Put Me to Sleep (NSFW)
First Lady of Private Garden Blurb
AN: um this was supposed to be a Blurb, but I think it's a little longer than that lol
Synopsis: You can't sleep and you quickly ask your husband to fix that for you
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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"Babe?" You called out to Jack as the time on your phone said 3:26 AM. You had been tossing and turning for a number of hours now with no relief. Usually all you needed to go to sleep was to have Jack laying next to you, but not even that had worked.
You hated waking him up in the middle of the night since it seemed like he would be having nightmares majority of the time so when it looked like he was in a peaceful sleep, you wanted to leave him be.
However, the next morning the first thing out of his mouth would be why didn't you wake him up.
"Hmm? What's wrong baby?" He asked while turning over to look at you and was wondering when you had moved away from him.
"I can't sleep. I've just been laying here for hours." You quietly said while pouting and all Jack did was stare at you until he got an idea and knew the perfect way to get you to sleep.
"You need me to do something for you?" Jack asked as he leaned over and started to kiss down your neck.
"Umm…."
"You tell me any other time what you want, so what's so different now? Come on baby, say what you want me to do to you. Don't tell me my girl is getting shy on me.”
"Eat me out." You softly said and all Jack did was smirk before pulling you closer to him as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"Lay on your back then. And you are wearing way too many clothes. Since when do you go to bed like this?" He asked while tugging at your shorts.
"I was cold." You answered as you shrugged.
"That's a first. Since you said that you can't sleep and you woke me up so obviously me being the amazing husband that I am, I'm about to put you to sleep. But first we need to lose these clothes."
Jack gave you another swift kiss before pulling your pajama top over your head and noticing that you weren't wearing a bra underneath, immediately started placing kisses all along your breasts.
"You better not run from me either. You asked for this so you better lay there and take it.”
"I'm not going to!"
"Sure, we'll see." Jack responded before he simply shrugged and made himself comfortable between your legs, but not before leaving a trail of kisses all along your body.
All he did was simply run his fingers across your folds and smirked when he took notice of how wet you were and proceeded to put them in his mouth as you let out a quiet moan.
“Mmm, my baby always tastes so good. You ready for me?”
“I'm always ready for you.”
“Then spread your legs to give me some room and act like you want it.”
You did as you were told and quickly felt him take one long lick that was painfully slow and he could tell that you were getting impatient.
“Babe…” You breathed out wanting him to speed up the process. You were growing desperate at this point.
“Patience, princess.” Was all you heard before he dived back in. He had a tight hold on your legs to make sure you didn't move away from him.
“Oh fuck.” Was the only thing you managed to say before he quickly slipped two fingers into you as he still kept his mouth on you.
Your hands quickly went to play with your pierced nipples as you were rolling them between your fingers while trying to do your best to keep quiet since you knew Urban would be pissed if you woke him up for the third time this week.
“Look at that pretty pussy creaming for me.” You heard Jack say as you peeked your eyes open to see that it was all over his fingers and he quickly held them up to your mouth so you could taste yourself.
“Open up for me baby and see how good you taste.”
You complied and felt some escape out of the side of your mouth which Jack quickly leaned down and grazed his tongue across it before taking his fingers out of your mouth and kissing you.
Jack moaned into the kiss as he could still taste you before pulling away from you and taking one of your pierced nipples in his mouth and sucking lightly. As he was doing this, he slipped his fingers back into you as he added another one and you were getting close to hitting your peak by the second.
“Got damn. Are we sure that there are only seven seas because I definitely found number eight between my wife’s legs. Who gets you wet like this, baby?” Jack asked and all you did was stifle a laugh as he added another finger.
“Only you do.”
Jack then leaned down to suck on your clit and you knew right then and there that you were about to lose it.
“Oooh fuck, oh fuckkkkk.” You whispered before your hands quickly went to Jack’s curls to pull him even closer if that was possible.
Between him having four fingers in you and sucking on your clit, you were caught off guard when you released all over his face, but he still wouldn’t let your legs go as you were whimpering and he kept pleasuring you.
“Mmmm, baby.” You said while attempting to move away from him, but he quickly pulled you back.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going? You asked me to put you to sleep so that’s what I’m doing.”
Jack then crawled up your body while placing kisses as he went before laying next to you and you looked at him confused.
“We’re not anywhere near done and you need to get up here and sit on my face.”
With your legs still shaking you did as you were told and felt him slap your ass before he positioned you where he wanted you.
It was now close to 5:45 in the morning when you glanced at the clock and you had now lost track of how many times you came and your husband didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. He had now been eating you out in different positions close to two hours and you felt as if you could barely keep your eyes open.
“Come on baby, you can give me one more. You can’t go to sleep yet because I have to change the sheets anyway so you might as well let me make you cum one more time.”
“Only on one condition.” You quietly answered while looking up at him.
“Name it, princess.”
“I want you in me.”
“Your wish is my command.”
As soon as you said that, Jack quickly slid off his boxer briefs and his dick sprung free making your mouth water as you saw the precum leaking from it. He started to lightly stroke himself before sliding into you and bottoming out, making both of you moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby.”
All you could do was moan in response as Jack quickly placed your legs on top of his shoulders and you knew from that point on that he wasn’t about to show you any mercy.
And sure enough you were right as he quickly pounded into you.
“That’s it, take all of it, baby. You’re doing such a good job. Keep those legs spread for me.”
You put your left hand over your mouth in the hopes of muffling your moans, but at this point you had no idea if any sound was coming out. More than likely it wasn't as you felt yourself getting close again.
Jack then quickly slid out of you leaving you looking at him with a confused expression on your face but all he did was look down at you and smirk before gently stroking your face.
“I need you on all fours. Face down ass up.”
When you woke up, you had no idea what time it was as you reached for Jack and saw that it was empty when you had finally opened your eyes.
Pouting at the empty space, you rolled over to look at your phone and saw that it was around 2 in the afternoon and you simply laughed to yourself.
He put you to sleep, just like you asked.
You heard the door open and turned back around to see that it was your husband and you reached your arms out telling him that you wanted a hug which he gave to you.
“Mmm, good morning or should I say good afternoon my princess. Did you sleep well?”
Just then Urban barged his way into the room and rolled his eyes before sitting down on the bed and then quickly jumping back up with a disgusted look on his face.
“Don't do that. I changed the sheets.” Jack said as he rolled his eyes at Urban.
“Well to answer your question, I didn't sleep well unlike the princess over here. Because all I heard was you two going at it.”
“I…. well….” You started to say, but was immediately cut off.
“No. Save it. I don't know how the hell you aren't pregnant yet.”
“Because I….”
“Yes, swallowing is your birth control. Anything else you want to add?” Urban asked as his arms were crossed and Jack stifled a laugh.
“There is actually. We need to get you a girlfriend.” You responded as Jack pulled you onto his lap and kissed you.
“I couldn't agree more.” Jack whispered into your ear as Urban rolled his eyes.
“You two make me sick.”
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Angel by the Wing - Thirty-One
A/N: no this isn't an April Fool's prank lol. I take the LSAT in 10 days and I want to throw up!!! :)))))
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Chapter Warnings: emotional abuse (we find out why Angel is Like That)
“It’s not great,” Penny admitted.
“But it’s not horrible either,” you pointed out. The two of you sat at one of the rustic wooden picnic tables outside the bar. A plate of fries sat untouched between you as you looked over the quarterly profit margin. Everything was down and your sales were drastically decreasing from last year.
“Even if you and I took on more shifts, we’d be screwing over the others by cutting their hours. It’s a no-win situation,” she sighed. The bar was losing money and you could see it was starting to take a toll on her. This was supposed to be one of the busier seasons thanks to the warm weather and the proximity to the beach, but aside from a random tourist here and there, you rarely saw anyone other than military personnel come by and it was hurting your profits.
“We could raise the price of food? Or decrease the menu,” you mused. “Less options means less cost for products.”
“Just keep appetizers and stuff. Maybe let go of one of the cooks.” You could tell she didn’t want to relieve anyone, but you were going to have to if the numbers kept getting smaller. Penny stared at the pages spread out between you two in hopes that they would magically change. She looked out onto the ocean and pursed her lips in contemplation.
“This place is one of the longest standing Navy bars in the whole city,” she said quietly. “And everyone is going to know me as the woman who couldn’t keep it open.”
“Hey, no.” You covered her hand with your own. “First of all, you are not the one to blame when people aren’t coming. We’ll figure out why traffic is falling. Second of all, you are not going to sit here and shit on yourself. That is not the Penny Benjamin I know. We will figure this out, Pen. I promise.”
Her lips quirked up into a small smile and she squeezed your hand. “I knew I hired you for a reason.”
“My amazing personality and brilliant mind?”
“Actually it was the fact that you told Hangman to fuck off instead of sleeping with him.”
“But I did sleep with him.”
“After you told him to fuck off, though.”
You opened your mouth to retort but your phone, seated on the table in front of you, began to sound. Noticing who it was, you ignored it without a second thought. You let the phone ring until it went to voicemail, ignoring Penny’s pointed look. A two-word text flashed across your screen and you read it with a creeping sense of dread filling your gut.
“Who was that?” Penny asked.
“Hmm? Oh, just a spam call, I think.”
She shot you a warning glare but you didn’t have it in you to fight today. You also didn’t want to burden her with more of your problems.
“I have to go pick up Amelia from school but hey, we weren’t going to figure this out in one day.”
“And we will figure it out, Pen. I promise.”
The older woman flashed you a sad smile and sighed. “I hope so, kid. Have a good night off.” The two of you gathered up all the papers and Penny stuffed them back into the binder she had brought with her.
You waited until her car pulled out of the lot before you picked your phone up again and studied the text. Might as well get it over with now.
She picked up on the third ring and you braced yourself. “Hi mom.”
“Janie Sue from church was in San Diego visiting her nephew and guess what she saw?” Her tone was bored, but you sensed the anger underlying her words.
“The USS Midway museum?” you offered up.
“She saw you bartending at some rundown Navy bar and said you were hanging all over two men the whole night.”
“And no one is questioning why Janie Sue was at a bar with her underage nephew and her alcoholic husband?”
Your full name met your ears with a blistering crack and heat spread across your cheeks as the brunt of her anger flooded through the phone. “I figured your little voicemail was your idea of a prank, but now I know for a fact that you have wasted every opportunity your father and I gave you to end up as a whore.”
“Mom, it’s not like tha-”
“It is exactly like that! You are brilliant. You had so much going for you. And now you’re knocked up like some two-bit prostitute who spread her legs for any sailor who tipped you well.”
Shame and rage pooled in your chest and pressure built in your eyes. You bowed your head and shielded your face in case anyone who would recognize you walked by.
“Mom, I’m happy,” you interjected with a shaky voice.
“You don’t sound very happy! You could have been anything you ever wanted to be and this is what you chose? If they’re so willing to share you, do you really think those two boys give a shit about you? How many girls are they sleeping with when you’re not around?”
“Mom, they’re not like that! Seriously, they are good men.”
“Oh, that’s what they all say. He’s different, he’s special,” she mocked. “Do you hear yourself right now? It’s pathetic. Honey, your father and I can come and get you. You can move back in with us and we’ll support you and the baby until you can get back on your feet.”
“No, I don’t need you to come get me. San Diego is my home. I have a life here. I have my life here. I’m not leaving.”
Your mother let out a deep, heavy sigh laced with frustration. “If you keep going down this path of wrong choices, one of these days you’ll learn to regret it. We’ll be here when you realize how much of your life you’ve wasted trying to prove a point to me.”
“Why didn’t you call when I first told you?” You finally spit out the question that had been eating at you since you saw her initial call. “Why now? Is it because others know and are talking about it? You just can’t be anything but the way you want people to view you, can you?”
Tears were dripping down your cheeks and mingling with the disgusting, snotty sob that rose in your chest. Your mother let out a bitter laugh.
“And this is always how it goes. Now you’re going to be mean to me in some attempt to make yourself feel superior. You don’t know everything so stop acting like you do. Now, I’m going to hang up before you start yelling at me. Stop being so dramatic, honey. You chose this life.”
The line went dead and you had the urge to launch your phone into the ocean. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Double triple flying fuck.
You swiped at the tears that dripped down your cheeks with the back of your hand and clambored off of the bench before anyone saw you. Jake was visiting his mom and Bradley had flown back to Virginia two days ago and was currently on a road trip back to San Diego. He kept sending selfies to the group chat the three of you shared. You were saving all of them.
Good. That would give you privacy to sob all the bullshit out without anyone worrying.
You knew she wasn’t right. You knew this. But at the same time, years of her words crowded your mind and consumed your body. Was she right? There was nothing special about you. Were the boys staying simply because you were knocked up? Your body went cold at the thought of that and you wrapped your arms around your stomach, guarding it from the world.
Fuck it. Fuck it all. If that was true, then you would figure it out all by yourself, just like you had your entire life.
You approached your clunky old car and fumbled for the key, your hands trembling as you tried to unlock it. Just as you slipped the key into the lock, a soft sound caught your attention. You paused and waited, but didn’t hear anything else. Opening the door, you prepared to slide in when there was that damn sound again.
You kneeled down and came face to face with the sad, pitiful eyes of a cat that had clearly seen better days. It let out another weak cry and you felt tears well up in your eyes again.
“Oh my god,” you whispered aloud at the pervasive nature of your hormones. The cat blinked up at you and slowly slunk forward. It investigated your outstretched hand and then gently twisted its head to rest in your palm, begging for any kind of attention.
There was no fucking way you were leaving this little baby all alone in the parking lot.
That’s how you ended up stumbling into the townhome with sticky tear tracks on your cheeks and a scruffy, malnourished cat curled up in your arms. You had sent a text to Sofia when you were at a red light because you knew she grew up with all sorts of animals and the Trace household had three cats. She would know what to do.
“Baby?” Jake called when you tumbled through the front door. You froze, not expecting him to be home. He was supposed to be at his mom’s.
As if summoned, Jennifer and Jake appeared around the doorway to the kitchen and found you looking like an absolute mess. Your clothes were rumpled, your makeup was destroyed, and a clearly malnourished and homeless cat meowed pathetically from your arms.
“I didn’t…” you stammered out. “I couldn’t just leave him there. A car could have hit him or a dog could have attacked him o-or…” Tears welled up in your eyes again and you hugged the cat a little closer to your chest.
“I’m sorry,” you said in a quiet voice that was so unlike yourself. “But I couldn’t just leave him.”
Jake moved past his mother and approached you. He wiped some of the tears off of your cheeks and then studied the cat in your arms. “We can’t keep him, baby.”
“I know,” you hiccupped out a little whimper. “Sofia gave me the info for her vet and I set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. Can he please just stay the night?”
Jennifer watched her son with a close eye. Jake was a dog person through and through. She remembered how he would beg her for a dog every Christmas and every birthday, but she could never deliver. He always said cats were too aloof, too mean, not cuddly enough, and more. He was a clean person who loved order in his home.
But one look at the tears in your eyes had Jake Seresin caving.
“He can stay the night,” Jake conceded.
A brilliant smile lit up your face and you hugged the poor cat even tighter, but the feline didn’t argue. Instead, it tucked its little head under your jaw and started to purr.
“Thank you, Jake. Is now a good time to tell you that Nat and Sofia are already bringing over some stuff for him?”
He rolled his eyes but kissed you on the top of the head. Jake even kept the comments to a minimum when the couple showed up armed with a litter box, fresh litter, food, and a few toys. You cordoned off the laundry room for the cat and started to set up his space when Jake casually moved you out of the room.
“You can’t change litter,” he warned. “Nat just told me.”
“Yeah, I can’t change the litter that he’s used, Einstein,” you retorted but he leveled you with a stern glare and pointed away from the laundry room.
“Out. I’ll call you back when it’s ready.”
You sighed but kissed his cheek in thanks and made your way outside where Sofia and Nat were, luckily not making out, but chatting next to their car. Sofia grinned at the sight of her friend and slung her arm over your shoulders.
“Hangman won’t admit it, but that cat’s staying forever,” Nat said. “Have you texted Bradley yet?”
“Nah, I’m gonna surprise him with Skipper when he comes home.”
“Skipper?” Sofia chuckled. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely staying.”
Jake poked his head out from the front door and Nat pushed away from the car to go chat with him about something. You took that as your chance and burrowed in closer to your best friend’s side.
“What’s up?” Sofia had an incredibly discerning eye and always seemed to know what you were feeling before you did.
“‘S nothing. I, uh, I got the paternity results back.” Sofia was the only one who knew you even got the test done. As a medical receptionist on base, she was the one who helped coordinate your test thanks to the potential fathers being naval officers.
“Hey, whoever it is, the three of you are locked together,” Sofia assured you. You nodded, but your mother’s words ran through your mind over and over again.
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Upon Arrival
OK, I really have issues. This was another <100 ask, and I clocked in at 1600 words. I think I need to change that to 1000 if I ever do it again! lol Anyway, this is based on this ask from my friend @icecoffee90! I hope you enjoy it, Z... Tobias/Jackie/Airport... it was a little challenging. 😉
Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Featuring: Jackie Varma Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 Summary: Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Go for a ride day. It may not have been a planned or desired ride, but it was a ride nevertheless. lol
Tobias bopped into the Diagnostic Team’s office with his usual effervescence, and why not? His shift was almost over, and it had been a banner day. Not only did he solve a case that had left the nation’s top doctors baffled for months, but he saved a young child’s life in the process. If that weren’t enough, his favorite patient, Mr. Ortega, went home after two months at Edenbrook, but not before his husband hand-delivered a dozen of his incomparable empanadas as a thank-you. Now, he was about to go home to the most precious little angel ever created with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. Sure, he knew the last part was strictly his opinion, but he also knew he was right. He had every reason to be happy.
He lit up when he saw his wife seated behind her desk, but one look at the expression on her face and he quickly dimmed.
“What do you need?” He asked before she could say a word.
“What?” Casey answered defensively, “Who said I needed anything?”
“That look on your face did. Do you need me to take care of a difficult patient?”
“When have I ever asked you to pick up a difficult patient?”
“Never,” he agreed. “Is it Ramsey? You had rounds with him.” Thinking he got it right, he snapped his fingers. “He’s constipated again, isn’t he? And taking it out on you? I’ll go spike his coffee with Fiberlax...”
“No,” Casey laughed. “Ethan’s fine. Please don’t go medicating him illegally. But...”
“But?”
“But he needs me to stay on a little later tonight. Amanda Chou is coming out of surgery in an hour, and we agreed we should assess her as soon as she’s done.”
“That makes sense. Don’t sweat it. I’m more than capable of caring for Samantha until you get home. We’ll both be eagerly waiting for you.”
“Yeah, about that,” she winced.
“What? You don’t think I can take care of Sammy?”
“No! I know you can do that! But did you forget? It’s Wednesday... I was supposed to pick Jackie up at Logan tonight.”
“Oh, right!”
“So, I was wondering... would you be able to get her for me?”
“Casey....” he groaned.
“I already cleared it with your Mom, and she’s happy to stay with Sam until I’m home....”
“Would she happily pick Varma up at Logan for me instead?”
“Tobias, you know she doesn’t drive at night. Besides, she barely knows Jackie.”
“I hardly know her either. But it’s no fault of my own. She hates me.”
“She does not hate you! She’s just... Jackie.”
“No. She hates me.”
“Well, then this is the perfect opportunity for you to get a little one-on-one time with her to work whatever it is out. Come on, baby, do it for me?” She looked at him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes, batting her lashes adorably.
“That’s not fair! You know I can’t deny you. Especially when you give me those eyes.”
“I know, that’s why I do it. Come on, T,” she pleaded as she sat on his lap. “I promise you, she doesn’t bite.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he scoffed. “I’ll do it, but if I end up needing rabies shots, I’m gonna be pissed.”
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The sun had almost set, but its light was still bright as Tobias waited in his car for Jackie. He adjusted the sunvisor to shield his eyes, then looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed since she told him she was five minutes away. He double-checked the gate to ensure he was in the right spot when he saw her walking his way with two large suitcases in tow. He jumped out of the car with a grin.
“Hey, let me give you a hand with those!”
“Thanks,” Jackie half smiled. “But I managed to get them from my apartment in Los Angeles to Boston. I think I can manage throwing them in the trunk.”
“Suit yourself,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Just trying to be nice.”
He considered attempting small talk as Jackie settled into the passenger’s seat and strapped herself in. But he decided to let her take the lead instead.
Years before, when he came into Casey’s life, every one of her friends was skeptical. After the chemical attack, each warned that he’d meet his fate in unique and painful ways if he dared to hurt her. But if memory served, Jackie’s method of ridding the world of him was the most frightening of all. Most of her friends had come around. After all, they were a disgustingly happy married couple with a little girl of their own. He was obviously in this for the long haul. Casey was safe. He now considered her friends, their friends... except for Jackie, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.
They sat in awkward silence for several more minutes when Jackie caved.
“So... how’d you get stuck coming to get me.”
“Casey’s working late,” he answered, palming the wheel to turn onto the highway. “So, I’m being a nice husband and stepping in.”
He was doing his best. But the neutral expression he had plastered on his face began to crumble when a loud snort escaped Jackie’s nose. Maybe Casey was right; perhaps he should use this time to finally clear the air.
“What?” He asked, annoyed. “What did I say that was so funny?”
“Nothing. But it still blows my mind a little that words like ‘nice husband’ are used to refer to you.”
“OK... but they fit now, right?”
“I guess,” she shrugged. “Casey’s nauseatingly happy, so you must be doing something right.”
Just like that, the smile was back on his lips. “That’s good to know.”
But silence descended upon the car again, and Tobias had to ask. “Jackie... do you have a problem with me? I know you thought I was an asshole in the past, but that’s a distant past now. Why the hell don’t you like me?”
Jackie’s eyes lit up, her lips pursing to prevent a telltale grin. She could have some serious fun with this, and her mind spun with fantastical stories that would have Tobias sweating the whole way home. But something happened. She wasn’t sure if it was the borderline fear she saw in the 6’1” man’s eyes or her own worry over the reprimand she’d get from Casey later, but she relented.
“What? Does everyone in the world have to succumb to the charms of Dr. Tobias Carrick?”
“I didn’t say you had to love me, Jackie; it’s just....”
“Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?” She interrupted. “I acknowledge your existence. I talk to you on occasion. I eviscerate you on social media. I was at your wedding, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah, but those could be categorized as obligations because you’re a friend of Casey’s... well, save the social media part.”
“Ah, you don’t know me very well, Carrick. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t do any of those things. If I truly didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be married to my friend. I would have locked Casey in a closet before your wedding out of moral obligation. But no... I was there.”
“So, you weren’t there solely for the free food and open bar?”
“Well, those were my top two reasons. But I was a freaking bridesmaid. I wouldn’t put myself through that torture if I didn’t like you.”
“So you do like me.”
“You don’t suck... and you make Casey happy, which is all that matters to me. But you really thought I hated you?”
“Well... you always looked at me with disgust...”
Jackie waved her hand, “No, that’s just my face.”
“Ninety percent of the time, if you’re speaking to me, it’s pure sarcasm... and you never call me by my name. It’s always Rico Suave.”
“The name is fitting! Not for nothing, but your mother should have changed it legally before you started school! You’re far more Rico Suave than Tobias.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s meant to be an insult,” he smiled.
“Only a baby one. You really thought I didn’t like you? Have you not seen me with Bryce?”
“I have. I assumed you didn’t like him either.”
“Theoretically, I hate everyone, so I understand the confusion. But Bryce is one of my best friends. Tell him that, and I’ll make sure there is no way you can ever procreate with your wife again.”
Tobias shook his head with a laugh. “So, the first time you admit that you like me, you also threaten violence. Does this mean we’re best friends, too?”
“Don’t push your luck, Rico.”
Tobias pulled the car into the carport of his townhome, and he and Jackie looked up to see Casey at the window with Sammy on her hip. She held the infant’s hand as they excitedly waved together. Tobias watched Jackie break into a rare, genuine smile as she waved back.
“I’m so telling your wife,” she said as they exited the car.
“Telling my wife what?”
“That you’re a wuss. I may have to consider a new nickname for you if you were actually afraid of me.”
“I was never afraid of you! I didn’t want one of Casey’s best friends to hate me. But now I know I have the Varma seal of approval, so all’s well.”
“Hey, slow your roll. If you want an official Varma seal of approval, there will be a fee involved, money bags. Either that, or you could hook me up with your brother. Either will do.”
“Sorry, I think my brother has his eye on Raf.”
“That bastard!”
“As to the fee... how about I treat to dinner tonight?”
Jackie nodded thoughtfully. “Dinner tonight, and I get to tell everyone you feared me.”
Tobias sighed wearily. “I wasn’t afraid of... you know what, if you want to tell a limited audience that I was afraid of you, go for it.”
“Good,” Jackie grinned as Casey opened the door, “Now I know what I’m telling Sammy for a bedtime story!”
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Cyber Tag
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Part 2 of the Games We Play
For some reason, getting on at the same time lately had been difficult. You’d be logging off, just to see his name pop up, and vise versa. Sure, you would have loved to stay and chat, but you had work to do. So, you left each other little in game presents and notes.
Theinastus- Haven’t seen you on lately. I miss our flirting. Did you replace me with someone real? *gasps* I bought you a pie. I hope you like it!
-K
It wasn’t much, but it was something to let him know that you were thinking of him. You waited a few more minutes before calling it a night.
Dean groaned as he rolled over. “Remind me never to do that again.” He told his brother without opening his eyes.
Sam chuckled. “Which part? Going shot for shot with half the damn bar? Accepting drinks from a few hot chicks? Or getting up on stage and singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun. Which, by the way, I have on my phone.” He grinned.
“God, you suck.” He yawned, getting up. “Any new cases yet?” They’d just finished up in that town- hence the active drinking last night. None of which he remembered after the first hour. Which was probably a good thing.
“No, but I’m looking.” He shrugged, his eyes never leaving the laptop.
Finally, that evening, Dean felt well enough to keep his eyes open and logged on. He smiled softly at your note and sent you one in return.
Kanestinia-
You spoil me. I love me some pie. Did you know they make apple pie moonshine? Good stuff. Two birds with one stone. Anyways, I miss it, too. I’d never replace you! Did you replace me? I hope not. I bought you a rose, until we chat again.
-T
Hitting send, he went off to work on some quests.
This went on for three weeks until you finally saw him online. You were about to click his name when he sent you a message.
Theinastus- MY CYBER LOVE! Kanestinia- My cyber husband<3 Theinastus- I’ve missed you :( Kanestinia- And I, you. Theinastus- Busy life, I take it? Kanestinia- You have no idea. A lot of traveling- like 4 states or something? I lost track… Theinastus- We did a lot, too. What states?
That was brave. Neither of them ever discussed locations they were in before. But, he was feeling brave.
Kanestinia- Cali, Washington, Oregon, etc… that area. You? Theinastus- Holy shit. We might have passed each other! Or even spoken. How crazy is that? Kanestinia- That’s insane!!!
You stared at the screen, wondering what were the possibilities that the two of you were in the same states, at the same time, and had spoken? Slim, right?
Theinastus- Where are you headed next? Kanestinia- Nevada. Theinastus- …Boulder City. Kanestinia- How’d you know?!? Theinastus- Lucky guess. Care to dress up like your character so I know it’s you if I see you? Or a sexy school girl? Kanestinia- You wish lol :P Theinastus- More like dream ;) Kanestinia- Awe, shucks, you’re making me blush.
After a couple randoms together, you forced yourself to get off and get some sleep. You wanted to leave first thing in the morning, and that wouldn’t happen if you let yourself stay up flirting all night with him.
Dean had a silly smile on his face as Sam came out of the bathroom, hair wet from a shower. “She send you pictures or something?”
“No, nothing like that.” He grinned. She’s going to be in Boulder City.”
Sam’s eyebrows went up. “Really? Did you ask her out?!” He grinned, as his brother deserved to be happy.
With a sigh, Dean shook his head. “No. I’ve told you, I won’t.”
“They why are you out here grinning like a love-sick teenager?”
“Because, she’s been in the last few places we’ve been, and she’ll be in the next one, too. For a bite, we’re under the exact same sky.”
Sam stared at him. “Are you sure she isn’t a hunter, too?! And I think you should go find someone to go home with. Let them deal with you like this. It’s weird.” He teased.
When you realized how long it had been since you brought a man home from the bar, you sighed. You’d been so focused on your virtual man, that you neglected real life. It was your last night in Boulder, and you decided to have a couple drinks.
You walked in wearing a black t-shirt, cut off shorts, and sneakers. No need to doll it up too much. Your hair was left out, and your makeup minimal. You went straight to the bar and ordered a beer, and a shot.
“Two beers, please.” A tall man with hazel eyes ordered from a couple seats down.
Your eyes ran over him and you smirked. Taking your shot, you winked at him.
When he grinned, all you saw were pearly whites, and dimples. “Hi, I’m Sam.” He moved over and held out his hand.
“Y/N/N.” You shook it. “Nice to meet you, Sam.”
“Can I get you another shot?” He offered.
You sipped your beer, your eyes still on his. “Only if I get a dance out of you.” You countered.
“Why don’t you join me and my brother at our table? We can have a couple beers, and I’ll dance with you as much as you’d like to.”
Sliding off your stool, your body brushed against his. “Lead the way, handsome.” You chuckled, grabbing your beer.
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A couple years ago, maybe 3, I don’t remember the exact year, when Israel attacked Gaza and it made national news, that specifically lead up to Oct 7, it was Memorial Day and I was visiting my mom with my sister and my BIL who is Muslim.
My mom’s fiance brought it up and a huge fight erupted. My sister had been learning about the conflict and was very much on the side of Israel is a western imperialistic entity that needs to be stopped. I didn’t know anything about it because my whole life I was told “it was complicated” and I had no reason to look into it more. I just knew a government shouldn’t be killing civilians en masse.
The fight turned into my mom’s fiance standing over my sister and screaming in her face, making her cry. My mom hardly did anything besides some yelling, none of which was anything near “don’t speak to my children like that.” She would just sometimes say he needed to calm down, which he ignored, and then complained about how Fox News was always on and “look what I have to live with, Victoria.” While I sat there in shock.
I kept asking if we could leave because I didn’t drive myself there. And I still wish I had because I would have walked out of the house and not looked back if I had.
This fight went on for hours. I really wish I was exaggerating. They’d calm down every time I’d ask to leave and then he (mom’s fiance) would start up his belligerent screaming. I realized that day that I was going to have to not visit again for a while lol.
Afterwards, I talked with my therapist about it. Which I was already a little nervous about because she is Jewish and has mentioned Birthright and how much fun she had and how much fun her kids had on their trips to Israel. I brought it up anyway, trying to avoid my own opinion on the situation.
My therapist was not only friends with my on Facebook (which I have since learned is Not Okay) but she was also friends with my sister and mom. I figured this would make working through my issues easier because she knows my family and could see for herself how they talk about me and to me.
She ended up saying that my sister’s posts about Israel were upsetting to her. And that the country is really beautiful and there isn’t an apartheid and that she has many Muslim patients and met many Muslims while she was in Africa and no one judged her. Which had nothing. To do with anything.
I left not really feeling better. The only breakthrough I got during that session was that the fight was similar to all the fights I witnessed when I was a kid and that my mom was picking a drunk man over her children. Again.
I also left that session knowing I could never go to my therapist about this specific rift in my family again because she was not going to give me unbiased advice.
Oct 7 happens and I started seeing the massacres, and I start seeing videos of children dead, hanging from apartment buildings that have been blown up by the IDF, masses of people running for their lives, whole neighborhoods being demolished at the same time. The list goes on. So then I start reading about the actual conflict, when did it start, why did it start, who started it. And I start realizing it’s not complicated at all.
My sister and my mom start fighting on Facebook now. My mom’s no husband posts the scariest, most violent Facebook statuses I’ve ever seen. My mom tries to get my sympathy, I try to explain to her that Angela is Muslim, why don’t you care? Why are you even taking a side? Why are you fighting with her? I start explaining to my sister that this is what I’ve always dealt with. How mom is speaking to her is how she’s always spoken to me.
My birthday happens, I’m trying to have a good day, even though many of my birthdays have been bad. I wake up to a voicemail from my mom, saying she KNOWS today must be hard for me (I still don’t know where she got that idea from.) and that she’s praying for me. Something she’s never said to me before. We’re Buddhist, we say “we’re chanting for you” so now I’m like “wtf is going on?” Decide I’m not dealing with that because I wanted to try to have a good day. She texts me around noon telling me I obviously don’t want to speak to her and she’s turning off my phone. So I had to spend the next few days saving my number, finding a new plan, and getting set up with my roommate so I’m not spending more money on a plan than I need to.
I haven’t said much more to her since and I won’t unless she gets help. I can’t be the emotional punching bag for her anymore.
Since then, she has tried to get my dad involved to no avail. He’s on my side, thankfully. And because of him, I found out that my therapist has sent texts I sent to her saying I didn’t want her services anymore to my mom. WHO knows why! And my mom sent them to my dad, who showed me and was like “I don’t know why she sent these to me.”
On Mother’s Day, my uncle texted ONLY ME, asking to text my mom happy Mother’s Day because her heart’s broken. I promise you, that one text will not fix anything. She’d think I was open to communicating and then just get more upset when I never reply again. I asked my sister if he asked her to text mom and she said no.
My family is extremely normal and well adjusted.
Anyway, I haven’t been in a good mood all weekend because of this situation. It keeps replaying over and over again in my head.
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What happened last night? I went to dinner with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. We got salad and pizza and talked for a bit! Then I came home and talked to a friend on twitter before I fell asleep.
Who is the last boy you hugged? My husband.
What was the last thing you thought? About how the person before me put “my dad” as the answer to the question about and I was going to leave it but then I remembered I definitely hugged my husband after that lol.
What are you thinking about right now? Still that really.
Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? That was my husband, so yes.
Would you consider yourself spoiled? Yes, but not in a bratty way.
What was the last text you sent? I said “yes” to a question Mark asked me.
Do you break things when you are mad? I have in the past.
Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? Mark’s, years ago.
Did something happen today that made you angry? I woke up and had to go to work.
What did you do today? So far just work and this. It’s only 8am.
What did you do Friday night? Mark and I went out for sushi.
Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? I mean, it’s not something I’m actively terrified of, but I would be completely devastated and heartbroken if I did .
Are you lying to yourself about something? No.
Is your bed comfortable? Sure.
Does it take a lot to make you happy? Nope. I find happiness in a lot of little things.
Your best friend says to you now, “let’s go to a party and get trashed!”? They wouldn’t say that.
Who knows mainly all of your secrets? My husband.
Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? Well, that would be my husband since I just mentioned him. I don’t think I could go a day without thinking about him in some capacity.
What were you doing at 1 in the morning? I was sleeping.
If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? Pillows, blankets, a bat squishmallow, likely a cat or two.
Were you single over last summer? No.
Has anyone ever told you, you have pretty eyes? Yeah.
Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Yes.
How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? A couple.
When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? A literal rainbow.
Is the person you last texted single? No.
Was last night terrible? Not at all!
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Fake It Till You Make It? 🥴
My aunt and my uncle said to me before “I’ve never seen anyone love someone so much as your husband loves you” 😭😭😭😭 I was thinking in my head “I just don’t see it or believe it” BUT WHY CANT I????
The first year of marriage I got cellulitis in my blood stream at Christmas and had to be hospitalized for 4 days hooked up so many I.Vs all full saline and antibiotics to basically cleanse all that stuff out of my system. I was all swollen and exhausted. You can not rest in a hospital. My husband only left my side one time ever to rush home and take a quick shower and change his clothes. The antibiotics they gave me, made me extremely nauseous so they had to give me a separate shot to cure the nausea but then THAT shot made me drowsy to where I couldn’t keep awake. Yet they kept waking me up every hour to check my vitals and make sure I wasn’t getting worse. I would say to my new man “go home and play your video games, I’m just laying here sleeping anyhow. You are probably bored and uncomfortable sitting there.”
My husband refused to leave my side… Now, I was grateful and trying to trust him with all my strength. I felt close to him somewhat but not completely. Even after Christmas, I pushed and pushed to feel close to him. I was planning our future. Our kids and old age. My husband has even talked about “when we’re older” and it almost makes me cringe 😫 ugh it sucks!!!!!!!
This morning even, before the alarm went off. I purposely laid my head over on his chest so he could wrap me up 🥺❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹 I told myself “this is what you want. This is real. He loves you and he IS trustworthy.” God please I want to believe it and feel it. I’ve been so disconnected and frustrated in my heart. My husband has been the most real and genuine guy I know. When he talks about his job, I feel like he really wants to be a good employee and make his boss look good. When he talks about his family, I sense he truly has their back and puts them first. When he talks about other people, I NEVER hear him say a bad word about someone unless he thinks they’re a really bad person…. Like, he’s sooo real.
Every time my husband has made any mistake tho, I’ve jumped into the overthinking, over analyzing and worrying, that, “oh what if he’s been pretending just like Andrew did?? What if he’s been lying all this time??” 😖 it’s miserable to live like this!!!! I HATE IT!!!!!!
This *invisible wall* in front of me, has me working harder than I’ve ever had trying to either get around it, jump over it or even go through it. HOW DO I REMOVE THE EMOTIONAL BARRIER???? I mean, I intentionally married my husband. I said yes to him and chose him. (Despite being trauma bonded to Andrew and forcing myself to block his number and walk away) I know I believed my new man was nicer than any of my exes and he could respect me more than anyone else!! Just…. I can’t feel it. I’ve tried to fake it till I make it. (Basically that’s awful but I mean, I couldn’t trust myself after Andrew.)
Some days I’ve cried inside so hard thinking Andrew and Cody stole my ability to feel love but that’s a lie!!!! I just know it is. They didn’t steal my ability, they broke my trust. I have to rebuild trust daily and I’m trying so freakin hard. I’ve talked to my mom in law a little bit about it and she said it was emotionally mature of me to recognize my problem and accept accountability for it. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
My husband sometimes treats me like he’s my “father” too even though I’m a lot older than him lol and he purposely gets over protective. Yet he buys me stuff as his way to “show love” and I have trouble accepting the gifts cuz I don’t feel like I deserve anything nor do I want gifts. I just want to feel good. I just always feel bad for my past. I’ve felt so much guilt and shame from Andrew. Andrew slut shamed me so much for sending him my nudes even though he’s asking for them and flirting with me. Lying to me that he loved me when he was just using me. 💔
I’m working to forgive myself too not just Andrew or Cody or Jake. It’s been a long road and so difficult but a learning process too. I am daily convincing myself my exes lied to me and that my husband is everything I’ve ever wanted and needed….. I’ve got so much to work on and do better at. ONE DAY AT A TIME ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
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It has been confirmed that I do indeed have a UTI. I figured something was going on with all that burning. I mean I was using the Replens and was fine for a while until I got sick. So I ended up peeing at home and then we went down to New Port Richey, gave the sample, chatted with the nurse for a few minutes, and then left. They tested the urine there, and the nurse asked who I used for labs in case Rhonda decided she wanted a culture.
We hadn’t been home long when a notification came in saying that a prescription for nitrofurantoin had been called in. I took my first dose before bed and my second a half hour after taking my levothyroxine when I got up (schedule has me getting up around midnight now). Then I ended up napping. The stuff makes you drowsy but it’s worth it if it’s going to kill my infection. My only concern is it triggering a yeast infection. I’m going to do my best to avoid sugar like the plague. Kind of sucks that I’ll still be in treatment on painting day.
Something Tom said made me doubt the existence of God even more. I told him I felt like something was picking on me because I just can’t get a break with my health and he said he didn’t believe there was anything up there much less something that would have the time to pick on billions of people. He’s got a point there! That would take a hell of a multitasker to plan all those people’s lives on a day-to-day basis. Even if you write out their life scripts in advance, well, when you consider that over a quarter million people are born each day, that would be a lot of scripts to write out each day. That leaves the only possibility of each person having its own God or devil or both planning their lives and I can’t imagine what could possibly hate me enough to allow half of the things that have happened to me to happen. So yeah, just random chance. That’s a good thing though because that means that the cookies certainly have to crumble in my favor eventually with my health.
I still happen to get some acid reflux and nausea for no apparent reason so hopefully that will happen to stop soon too.
My Temu order came yesterday and I’m happy with everything I got. The sitting fairy isn’t realistic looking but cute. The German Shepherd statue is very realistic looking, though, and very nice. I’m straightening out the purple flower sticker for the toilet because it was a little wrinkled. I’ll throw pictures on my second Facebook account later.
I dreamed we were in a building sitting somewhere waiting for something. A few feet away a woman sat with another woman as she was telling her she had RSV. I immediately began to panic and told her that I read that you were supposed to stay 50 feet away from others if you had that, lol, and worried Tom and I would get it.
In the next dream, Tom and I were in Hawaii. We were on a very small island which I’m not sure how we got to and I was taking pictures of fish swimming nearby in the shallow water. The water was actually quite shallow and calm in a way more consistent with the Gulf than Hawaii. I looked around me at the distant shores and said to Tom that it was funny how the only way to get out to where we were was from the island.
Then we decided to break into someone’s house either because we didn’t have the money to stay anywhere or because we wanted to save money when I realized I left my phone on the island. “So we’ll go back and get it,” he said but I assured him it would be long gone by now.
So we stayed in the cluttered house throughout the night and awoke early in the morning as the sun was rising. I told Tom I thought we should hurry up and get out of there in case the owner came back. As we were gathering our stuff, sure enough, I heard the front door open. An older lady stepped in and said hello and I said hello back. I went into the room Tom was in after I finally found my phone and was terrified that the woman and her husband were going to come running in with a gun or something.
During my nap, I dreamed I was at a large gathering and my parents were still alive. I had finished eating but they were still holding their plates as we stood in a corner somewhere. I spotted Stacey sitting on a couch talking with a few people. I debated whether or not I should introduce my parents to her just so I could talk to her and after they finished eating, I decided to do just that, explaining how much she helped me during my tougher times.
Then I had a dream I awoke tired yet Tom and I went out walking with me still in my robe of all things. The park looked nothing like it really does. I was thinking how small it was and when we passed the front of the office there wasn’t a street but a grassy area instead. To the side of it was a steep drop down where a stream ran through. Tom was suddenly down there in a split second but I remained above, annoyed by the music blasting from the speakers the office had outside their place. When he came back up I bitched about it saying it was the second park to do this although the first park never did in real life and this one only does it by the pool. He said, “You know that’s computerized, don’t you?”
I said, “Yeah, but I want to hear the sound of nature, not music. I only want to hear music when I’m at home and I choose to listen to it.”
We began walking again and I then noticed the sound of little kids around me. I glanced around and saw three or four of them running about.
We came upon the open door of a restaurant. We peeked in and found it was a fancy and formal restaurant and I said to Tom, “You know that any restaurant that looks like this we could never afford.”
We walked further on and I said, “Is it me or does it seem like there are more kids around lately?”
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With God's mercy and grace, He blessed me with a healthy baby boy. November, 25th, 2022, I found two pink lines on a home pregnancy test that started my rainbow baby journey. On 07/19/2023 I thought my water broke in the shower around 6 AM. Dad took me to Lodi Memorial hospital where the nurse confirmed at 7 am that I was only 2cm dilated and to go home and come back once the contractions are worse, and a contraction that lasts minute within 4-5 minutes of each other. I was really feeling the contractions and had to wait in the waiting room of the hospital for my husband since he had a doctor's appointment that morning. Every contraction I would stand up, rock myself, breathe, watch labour videos, and sleep. Eventually hubby came and picked me up around 11 AM, and went home. I decided to speed up the process by sleeping. Hubby and I napped until around 2/3 PM where I told hubby we need to go to the EDD office to fix my maternity leave. I kept breathing, bending over, rocking, and walking while waiting to be called and boy did it take forever. Everyone was getting nervous and ready to call the ambulance cause they said I was about to give birth in the office LOL. I persevered and went back home. Not even an hour or so later; after all different type of positions to relieve the pain, I finally broke down crying and begged hubby to bring in. At this point, I was shaking, crying, and bending over at the pain, discomfort, and contractions. I never cry so I can only imagine how my hubby felt when he saw as such. The nurse was even surprised because I was not my bubbly self at all; to come and find out I was already 6cm dilated. I quickly told her I am ready for an epidural. The anesthesiologist who inserted my epidural was impressed at how much I stayed still for him that the nurse was like "did he start yet?". (inner laugh at memory). Once medicated I was able to lay down and booooyyyyyyyy did the meds kick in and I was back to cracking jokes and laughing with my nurses. Doctor and anesthesiologist Doctor continued to come in and out checking on me and artifically broke my water. I was texting everyone and anyone who was loving me and my little family. Around 7/8 PM or so I FaceTimed my CMC friends and they were all excited to see the little man, but as soon as I started talking to them my nurse said I could start pushing since I was 10 cm dilated. I hung up the phone and with a couple pushes and 30 minutes later, Ricardo "Richie" Santos Cepeda Jr. was born: 8:36 PM by Dr. Escalona weighing in at 8 lbs 7 oz, 20 in length. Now he's a whopping 2 months old, holding in at 13.05 lbs, 22.5 inches long. I kept this pregnancy on the down low because I couldn't fathom losing this baby too (10/18/22). But definitely the love we received was nothing, but overwhelming and I couldn't be more thankful. Thankful to God for a healthy baby, safe delivery, and surrounding me and my lil family with people who love us unconditionally.
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iveanniversary; day two; bias wrecker: leeseo
#ive#leeseo#lee hyunseo#femaleidolsedit#iveanniversary#ivenet#kpop; ive#ive; leeseo#kpop#jgif*#i went a little over the hour i told my husband this would take lol#i'm so happy i could make it tho lol i'll be happy for the rest of the week
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RIO/MANNY x f!READER / SPRING PROMPTS
A/n: prompt list here —
using: #16. Working in the garden all day and curling up together that night on the couch
+ I’m combining Rio & Manny’s characters here if you don’t mind. It’s not too confusing, i promise! Something short and sweet for this Saturday night. Who doesn’t like domestic prompts?
Warnings: pregnant reader—if you don’t care to read about those then you can skip this one lol, language, and your man being kinda right about your well-being?
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Time got away from you and once you got wrapped up in your gardening, it was almost next to impossible to get you to relax—Depending on who it was, that is! It’s funny because you normally weren’t too much into plants when you were younger. You had grandparents that owned a floral shop in Hamden, that you spent countless hours in with your siblings while your parents worked long hours. Of course you learned a lot about time management and plant care but that all became a little careless to you once you went through high school and college.
Now look at you. Early thirties out in your yard at one of your vacation homes in Farmington Connecticut, tending to what the winter ruined. Not to mention you were about six months pregnant (with twins) doing this all on your own. You’ve been at it for hours and would have stayed out there non-stop if it wasn’t for your housekeeper, Jagoda…and your bladder reminding you to take breaks.
It was easily going on four pm with the sky turning orange and the air felt crisp and cold now. While you leaned back on your knees, you stared off into the distance enjoying the view until you felt a hand brush over your slightly stretched back. Briefly you closed your eyes, inhaling before tightening your grip on the trovel you had in your hand. Quickly putting the garden tool at an angle you went to swing your entire arm backwards at your attacker.
The fingertips that once gently touched your back, shifted to a colder touch as they twisted your arm behind your back which made you crouch forward with a slight wince.
“Easy, mama. It’s just me.”
Scoffing at your husband, he immediately let you go as you glared over at him.
“Why do you think it’s okay to sneak up behind me while I’m trying to enjoy my peace?” You huffed, using the back of your arm to wipe at your sweaty forehead.
The man sent his famous smirk at you as he remained crouched from behind, “I ain’t never heard you complain about that before?”
“Well times have changed man, I’m carrying double the weight now with your lollipop headed children.” You whacked at him, “and it’s all your fault.”
“Like I said, you ain’t never complained before.” Manny chuckled while you rolled your eyes, “listen…I think it’s time we head in don’t you? It’s been a long day for the both of us.”
Glancing at him you turned your eyes into slits, “it’s always long days at the club which is why I’m so surprised you’re back this early…”
“Yeah I bet, you didn’t want me to catch you out here any longer, right?”
“I don’t necessarily care if you did but I’m sure you had some sort of radar to know that I was still out here.”
“Nah, I just fired Jago.”
“Excuse me?”
Manny lifted his shoulders, “she’s been slipping lately and not following directions. Want to know what the main one was today? Not for you to be out here for more than three hours. I called to check on you, you didn’t return any of my calls or texts so I checked with Jago and she told me you’ve been out here for hours.”
“You did not have to fire the lady! Do you know how much work I put in? Cleaning bird feeders and their baths, preparing new beds, putting down fresh mulch—
Manny sniffed and held his palm out, “I knew I smelled something, didn’t believe for a second it could be my woman.”
“Analyzing the front yard,” you took a deep inhale before continuing, ignoring the man who’s eyes sparkled in humor at him trying to get on your nerves, “which needs so much more work than back here. I have to start a compost pile for the lawn and probably fertilize.” You rambled with a shake of your head, pressing the side of your forearm against your edges which were of course sweated out.
Manny pressed his elbows onto his knees and felt his thick brows furrowing, “Whoa. Whoa. Imma stop you right there, mama. We not doin’ all that. You not doing all that. I know people that can do that shit for us.”
“Who? the brothers your beefing with from Santo padre? They might fuck up my garden for fun since they don’t like Yuma’s asses.” You scoffed.
Manny laughed, “Relax, I got other connects. Remember my ‘ol boy, Mick? He got primos in Harlem that have their own business. I could always give them a call.”
“Please, I know how to manage my own garden, okay.” You groaned as you maneuvered your body by pulling your legs out from under you to lay flat on your back on a nearby blanket, “this gives me something to do while I’m out on maternity leave.”
Manny hummed as he silently watched you, noticing how you kept twisting your legs from side to side while keeping your palms down on the blanket. He moved to grip your ankles, catching your tired eyes as they flicked to his.
“Your hips are hurting aren’t they?”
“No.” You groaned at the aching that circulated your body, “it’s mostly my back.”
Manny pursed his lips, “yeah, you’re done. I already have the bath downstairs all set up for you. The food should be here in fifteen minutes and we’ll chill out on the couch for the night, yeah?”
“Sounds good.” You closed your eyes, “if only I felt like moving.”
“Uh huh, what happened to all that energy minutes ago when you were trying to stab me in the neck?” He flicked your lower leg meat.
He let you relax for five more minutes when he didn’t get a response, but of course he went back to slightly bugging you to get up. You leaned into him, waddling as he led you back into the house which he made sure was secure behind you soon to be four. Manny led you through the house, down the narrow hallway to one of the bathrooms.
While you yawned, manny tended to you after you took your bathroom break, helped you strip out of your clothes while feeling on your bump before guiding you into the tub, he brought your skincare to you and watched as you did that on your own before carefully dumping water over your face to rinse the residue off, then leaving shortly, he came back with cucumber and lemon water for you to sip on while he rubbed down your shoulders and upper back for a bit before truly leaving you alone to soak.
Sure you and Manny came from two separate lifestyles and had to adjust as a married couple. It was not always sunshine and roses, however when it tended to “be” you never took those moments for granted.
When he came back for you, you couldn’t help but to place multiple tender kisses to his plump ones in thanks, which he seemed to appreciate. The new tweaks in the night routine (which included bio oil and rightfully so saving your haircare for tomorrow) allowed you two to spend more time together; although it almost always felt brief in the morning once manny headed out for the day. He was also in loungewear now, smelling of fresh linen and vetiver as he led you to the sitting room at the front of the house, where dinner was already waiting at the coffee table.
Plopping down onto the leather sofa, you slouched down against the arm of the chair while manny handed over your meal before grabbing his own. He had to angle his body since you made yourself comfortable by placing your slightly swollen feet on his lap.
“This stuffed crab is hitting but you know what would really satisfy this craving?” You asked Manny, who tilted his head as he smacked on his smoked chicken.
“Lambis.” You mentioned, which was not what Manny was expecting.
Manny hummed, “oh so you craving your roots, huh mama? I’m sure I could find you some snails out in the yard tho…until we can actually take that trip to Martinique.”
“Ew, the disrespect. Don’t say shit like that to aggravate me when you’ve been doing so well since we got inside.” You scrunched up your nose while you glanced out the front doubled window.
The buzzed hair man laughed, “eat your food, y/n. Close your eyes and just imagine, that’s kinda what we have to do lately.”
“Oh I’m grateful, I just know the babies aren’t.”
“Must be from your side of the family, then.” Manny joked but stopped when you lifted your foot to kick his thigh.
A spasm went through your lower half in that moment, causing you to stop mid-chew and clench your pelvic floor. Manny sat up immediately noticing the discomfort in your facial expression and sighed. He placed his own food back on the coffee table and gently took yours from you, you started to whine in protest but clenched your fist as another spasm started to hit.
Manny licked his fingertips before he pressed his kneecaps into the noisy leather couch he loved so much. “Aight, y/n enough of the bullshit. I told you not to work so hard—
“Sorry but I really don’t want to hear this.”
Giving you a blank stare he suddenly ordered, “legs up.”
“What?”
“Look here, I’ve been trying to help your hardheaded ass since I got home and clearly Jody and sweetpea are kicking your ass from the inside out so please, ma. Just let me try something and when it works, you’ll be good to go I promise.” Manny told.
Sighing you began to lift your legs straight up but halted briefly, “I know you didn’t just up and decide to name our kids off some characters from a John singleton movie.”
Manny smirked but quickly shushed you and gripped your legs higher up into the air, as far as your body would allow you to stretch before he guided your hands to hold the tips of your toes backwards. He scooted forward to lock his arms around your thighs to help steady you, while you breathed and felt the pressure relieve.
“…you think this position is how I ended up like this?”
Manny snorted out a laugh as he shifted your thighs to get a good look at you, who had one eye open, “this is the only position I remember the instructor telling us about whenever you get spasms.”
“Yeah, I wonder why…” you teased with a shake of your head.
Manny licked his bottom lip before sending you a smirk and a kiss your way.
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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)
Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.
Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)
Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook
Word Count; 5.4k
Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.
Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.
Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.
The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.
The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.
Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.
He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.
This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.
Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.
If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.
But there was only one problem with this scene.
That was your husband, Jungkook.
And that woman in his arms was not you.
As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.
Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.
“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.
“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.
Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”
Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”
You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.
“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.
You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.
His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.
It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.
Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.
Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.
You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.
“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.
A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.
Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.
Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.
“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.
You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.
“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.
You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”
Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”
She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.
“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”
“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.
“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.
Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.
“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.
“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”
The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”
Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.
Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.
The ball was finally in your court.
Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.
“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.
“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”
Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.
He didn’t even spare you a glance.
You wanted to be angry.
You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.
But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.
Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?
Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.
Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.
Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.
Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”
You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.
“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”
You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”
Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”
And there it was.
The big question.
Did you truly even care about this marriage?
Well, let’s look at the facts.
One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.
Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.
Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.
Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.
But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.
The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.
Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”
Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.
You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”
You didn’t say anything.
Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.
However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.
You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”
“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”
Jin nodded but seemed unsure.
You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.
Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.
Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.
Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.
To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?
It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.
Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.
Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.
To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.
Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.
You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.
Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.
“Did you see her?”
“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”
“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”
“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.
You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.
It was Sana.
“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”
“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”
“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”
“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”
Cruel laughter from all of them.
The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.
“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”
Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.
A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.
Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.
“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”
Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.
“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.
They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.
“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”
Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”
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Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.
You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.
You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.
“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”
You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.
Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.
Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.
Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.
When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.
“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.
“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.
You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”
Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.
You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.
Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.
Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.
“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.
‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.
“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”
“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.
Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.
“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.
Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.
All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.
A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.
Should you expose your son to your future plan?
The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.
“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.
“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.
“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.
“Like a va-vayca-”
“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.
“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”
The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.
“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”
The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”
Your heart broke.
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.
“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”
“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”
“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”
“Like spies?”
You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”
You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.
“Promise.”
Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.
Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.
And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.
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'Tis the damn season
Natasha Romanoff x Reader || Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Masterlist | Library Blog
Summary: Life is made of choices and following the paths to which they lead. Natasha has always been a complex variable in your life, just as you are in hers. This holiday, however, a final decision must be made.
Warnings: angst (the happy ending depends on what you were expecting from this story lol)
Pronouns: not used || Word count: 6.433
Texts in italics are memories
This is the first time I write for two characters at once. It was fun, I should try it more often. I hope you enjoy it!
You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)
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Things are looking up for you lately.
Unlike a few months ago, you have finally found yourself in your job. Getting up early in the morning is no longer such a martyrdom, and you're even hoping to get a promotion next semester.
After so many years of avoiding your friends, you have finally allowed yourself to reconnect with them, even if the memories of a certain redhead still burn in the back of your mind.
Talking to Yelena again was the hardest of all. But the blonde understood your troubled history with her sister well, all the conflicting feelings that bubbled up inside you.
But you managed that too, and before you knew it, things were almost as they were before. Almost.
And if we're talking about the good things that happened to you, you had her. Wanda Maximoff.
The circumstances that brought you two together were not the best, far from it. After Vis's death two years ago, the redhead was devastated and lost. Amidst the pain and grief, however, she still had to take care of her children and support the household, and you admired her greatly for this.
You and Wanda shared the same group of friends at school, but the two of you were not exactly close. This changed with the death of her husband, however.
Both working for Tony's company, you and Vis grew closer over the years, and with his death, you felt like it was your duty, as a friend, to take care of his family as much as you could.
You started spending a lot of time with the Maximoffs after that.
Billy and Tommy were very young when it all happened, only four years old, so in a way, it was easier to deal with. Whenever the boys asked where their father was you told them a nice little story about how he was in a better place and, soon, things were back to normal.
The one who suffered the most was, of course, Wanda. The redhead tried as hard as she could to act like everything was fine and normal, but you knew that behind that facade she was broken inside. You just tried to follow what she was doing.
Countless times, though, you found her crying in the corners, and you would hold her for long minutes, even hours, until she stopped crying. Sometimes she would fall asleep before that happened, and you would carry her to her bed before you left.
And as the months went by, the friendship grew into something more.
You remember like it was yesterday the first time you slept together, a few months ago.
You were at a party with some of Wanda's work friends, Billy and Tommy were sleeping over at Pietro's house, at a slumber party with Luna.
When you arrived at her place to drop her off, the redhead kissed you on the front porch. You, with your senses blurred by the alcohol, didn't stop her.
The next morning, you both felt terrible and guilty, and you left before Wanda even had to ask you to do so.
The truth is that it wasn't the first time you had thought of Wanda in that way, but you never did anything, not only because you didn't know if it was reciprocated, but mainly out of respect for the memory of your friend.
But you caught yourself falling in love with her, and Wanda felt the same way. And after a lot of dealing with guilt and overcoming it, you started to elevate your friendship to something more. But it all in baby steps.
So yes, things are looking up for you lately.
But as they say, all good things are short-lived.
You and your friends are together at Tony and Pepper's house now, celebrating Christmas in a small gathering of friends.
Things are good. You are sitting on the sofa, a glass of wine in your hand and Wanda beside you, your arm around her as her hand rests casually on your thigh.
You all laugh at the story Carol excitedly tells about when she and her wife went on vacation in Chile, a rather embarrassed Maria Rambeau beside her. But then the click of the front door is heard and not long after Tony joins the group again, accompanied.
It's as if you're seeing a ghost.
Natasha joins the group with a small shy smile, her eyes lingering on yours for a few seconds before they dart away again. You watch her completely frozen, your mind burning with thoughts.
What was she doing here? You don't remember anyone saying she was coming. Maybe they had hidden it from you after all. But wouldn't it have been fairer to tell you beforehand? You could have prepared yourself. Maybe Wanda-
Suddenly your skin burns everywhere you're touching the redhead. Like you shouldn't be doing it, like it's not allowed. Luckily, she pulls away before you have to.
When Tony announces Natasha's arrival to the group, everyone stands up to greet her, and you feel you should do the same.
You would like to say you don't have your eyes locked on her since she arrived, but that wouldn't be true. You would also like to say you didn't shudder completely when her hand met yours in a handshake, but that wasn't true either.
But you needed to keep calm, letting the feelings you had hidden even from yourself show at a moment like that was not a good idea.
So you sit back down on the sofa, and as you watch Natasha interact with your friends, your mind travels to the past.
Eleven years ago
"Go talk to her!" You've lost count of how many times you've heard that phrase today, but it's a party, so you wouldn't stress yourself out.
The thing is, Natasha Romanoff is the prettiest girl in school, period. All the boys and girls wanted to date her. Of course, you were part of this group.
Since the beginning of the year, when you started to notice her in the corridors, your eyes were always looking for her. It's not fair, really. It's as if some kind of instinct immediately drew you to her, making you sweat and stutter whenever she was around.
The fact that her eyes met yours so often didn't help your gay panic one bit. Your friends pestering you only made things worse.
"I don't even know if she wants to talk to me." You grumble grumpily, taking a sip of your soda, and Tony and Maria roll their eyes.
"Of course she does, she's looking at you the whole time!" The girl argues, discreetly nodding to where Natasha was standing with her group of friends. You shyly look over there as well, and when the redhead's eyes meet yours, you look away immediately, your cheeks getting warm.
"See?!" Tony says as he nudges you lightly, smiling encouragingly. When you return your eyes once more to the other side of the party, you feel your cheeks burn as you see that Natasha was already looking at you.
"Okay," you let out then, taking a deep breath to build up the courage, "okay, I'll go." You say, as determined as you can say it. Under the approving comments and encouragement of your friends, you put your feet to work.
It's only a few steps to where the girl is, but the walk seems to last for hours without end. When you finally get there, however, Natasha's friends not at all discreetly move away from the two of you.
"Hi." You say timidly, your heart beating heavily in your ears and your knees weakening as she smiles back at you. "Hi."
"My friends think you were looking at me." You tell her with an awkward chuckle, mentally muttering every swear word you can think of for saying something so stupid to such a pretty girl.
"I was." The redhead confesses with a slow nod of her head, and it's as if all thoughts have been ripped from your mind at once. "Oh."
"Wanna walk around?" She invites you next, well aware that you are unable to do anything right now, and you nod perhaps too eagerly. "S-sure."
Natasha holds your hand then, and as she drags you out of the party, you can't help the silly little smile that has taken up residence on your lips.
Ten years ago
"Steve and Bucky broke up." You comment distractedly, looking at the group chat on your phone, and Nat hums in amused agreement.
Today is Friday, and just like every other Friday, you were in your girlfriend's room, lying side by side on her bed after doing your homework.
"They'll get back together soon, it's not the first time." She comments in a slightly snide tone, and you let out a chuckle, agreeing. The next moment, however, your amused expression turns to one of concern.
"Do you think we would get back together if we broke up?" you ask hesitantly, turning sideways to face Nat, and the redhead frowns as she mimics your movement.
"No." She answers and has to hold back a smile at your disappointed expression before adding, "because we'll never break up. I love you too much for that." A passionate smile accompanies the statement and you feel your heart warming inside your chest.
"I love you too." You respond without hesitation, and when the redhead's smile widens exponentially, you lean forward, capturing her lips on yours.
As Nat deepens the kiss, you try not to think too much about her parents in the next room.
Eight years ago
You cried all night last night to keep from crying now, but holding back the tears seems almost impossible.
From the beginning, you knew that Nat would move away when school was over. Her dream had always been to join the military. But to do so, she would have to leave her hometown.
You knew this, right from the start. It didn't make it any easier.
In the small city airport, you have your arms around your girlfriend's waist, her hands on the sides of your face as she kisses you intensely. Normally you would never do this with her parents standing right next to you. Today, however, you don't care.
"Call me when you land, okay?" you ask, your forehead resting against hers, and, with your eyes closed, you just feel her nodding. "Okay."
You didn't want to cry today, Nat made you promise you wouldn't. But seeing the watery eyes of the girl you love most in the world, you can't help but have tears form in your own.
"I'll miss you so much." It is she who breaks the silence, her voice trembling as she strokes your face with her thumbs, and you smile a sad smile, the tears running down your cheeks. "I'll miss you too."
"This isn't goodbye." The redhead assures, her eyes locked on yours to emphasize the promise. With the amount of time she will spend away, it does feel like goodbye. But, not having the strength to defend that argument right now, you decide to agree. "I know."
"I'll see you at the end-of-year vacation." She says, forcing a smile to cheer you up, and you reciprocate as best you can, humming in agreement.
When Melina, Nat's mom, tells her she needs to go or she'll miss her flight, the redhead kisses you one more time in farewell.
As you watch your girlfriend walk through the gate, it is impossible not to feel your heart screaming for her inside your chest.
Five years ago
"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?"
You had barely woken up that morning, and the sound of luggage and things being moved were already being heard.
You weren't exactly proud of what you had done last night.
Years after promising she would be back "on the end-of-year vacation," Nat showed up. You wish you had been angry with her. In fact, you were. But not angry enough not to give in. Just enough to complain and cry, and then to believe her apologies and lie with her in your bed.
After you had killed the longing in the way you had dreamed so much of doing, you couldn't tell if you were feeling better or not.
"I can't, I'll miss my flight." The redhead says softly, stroking your hair and pushing all those thoughts away for a moment. When you close your eyes, breathing heavily at the touch, she smiles. "I'll be back for the Holidays."
"You said that the first time you went and never came back." You mutter bitterly, sitting up straight on the bed and putting on your t-shirt, that was dropped on the floor, as you feel the cold air of the room greet your bare torso.
"What do you mean I never came back? I'm here now." The redhead comments with amusement, sitting down next to you on the bed, but you don't smile as you retort, "Three years later than when you promised."
"I'm here. Isn't that enough?" she asks, her hands gently resting on the sides of your face, keeping your eyes on hers. With a tired sigh, you place your hands over hers, taking them away from your face, but keeping them safe in your lap.
"I don't know, Nat. Not when I don't know when the next time you'll be back." You say honestly, and the redhead looks at you with guilt written all over her face. "Our friends are already talking about moving in together, Wanda and Vis are getting married next spring. And us..."
"This is all temporary." She assures, squeezing your hands together for emphasis. "As soon as I can I'll ask to be transferred back home and then we'll be together forever."
"You promise?" you ask, uncertain, but the redhead smiles broadly. "I promise." She answers easily and you smile, deciding to trust her.
You lean forward then and Nat meets you halfway in a sweet kiss. Not long after, however, she pulls away.
"But I have to go now. See you next year." She says against your lips, and it takes you a while to process the words due to the closeness.
"See you next year. You answer finally and the redhead smiles, pecking your lips briefly before turning away for good.
Nat looks at you one last time before leaving the room, and when the door closes, you throw yourself back on the bed.
Four years ago
The beep of the call waiting almost burns your ear as you walk back and forth across the living room of your apartment, your heart heavy with a bad feeling you'd love to ignore but can't.
The damned beep finally stops, and as soon as she answers, you say. "Hey."
"Hi."
The dry response makes you stop. With your eyes squeezed shut, you ask the question for which you fear you already have the answer. "You're not coming, are you?"
"I'm not, I'm sorry," Nat says on the other end of the line, but your blood begins to boil in your veins. "Are you really?" you ask angrily, not giving her time to answer before adding, "I talked to your parents today, they were all proud about you buying a house to live in Washington."
"Y/n-"
"You even have a roommate, huh? Maria? Sounds nice." You interrupt, anger and betrayal clouding your mind. Nat is silent then, and you check to make sure she hasn't hung up on you. But her name is still on your screen, the picture you took years ago that always made you so happy, making your stomach turn the wrong way.
"It's not what it sounds like." She finally answers, and you scoff. "And what is it then?" You ask harshly, and Nat once again takes a moment of silence before answering. "It's complicated... Things are working out here! It's my dream job, the city is amazing. I've never been happier."
"Ouch." You let out in bitter sarcasm, and hear Nat sigh on the other end of the line. "Y/n, I love you. But I love my job more... I'm sorry."
You feel the fight being drained from your body at her words, your body immediately seeking support on the couch a few steps away.
Your mouth goes dry as your eyes become more watery, but you refuse to cry now. Not with her listening to you.
"Don't be." You finally answer, your voice much lower and hurt now. "I'm happy for you, I always wanted you to be happy no matter what. I hope you find what you're looking for."
Unable to continue that conversation, you hang up the phone the next moment, giving the redhead no room to say anything else.
In the silence of your apartment, you close your eyes, the phone clenched between your hands and the tears running freely down your cheeks.
The party continues as normal as it can be.
Eventually, people disperse around the house: Wanda, Pietro, and Monica in one corner; Steve, Bucky, and Carol in another; and Tony, Maria, and Pepper around you on the couch, engaged in a conversation about some news story that was in the paper recently, but that you can't pay much attention to.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Natasha walking alone into the kitchen, and before you can help it, your feet are dragging you there.
In the kitchen, all your senses become hyperaware of you being in a room alone with Natasha after so many years. When she looks at you, her beautiful face taken by uncertainty, you feel that you're about to melt. Instead, you struggle to speak. "Look, I... I don't know if I should talk about this or not, but... Me and Wanda, we-"
"If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would've asked you." She interrupts you harshly, and before you can sketch any reaction, she is leaving the kitchen, back into the living room.
Alone there, you fight not to be consumed by irritation.
What are you doing? She left you. You don't owe her any explanation. If she cared, she would have shown it. Or rather, if she cared, she would have stayed.
Trying to contain your thoughts and feelings, you pour two glasses of wine. Sighing deeply, you return to the party scene.
Your eyes immediately search for Wanda, and as soon as you see her there alone, fiddling with her phone near the window, you make your way over to her.
"Hey." You greet softly, and the redhead lifts her green eyes to you. When you offer one of the wine glasses to her, Wanda smiles in appreciation but soon returns her gaze to her phone. "Checking on the boys?"
"Mhm," she replies, tucking the device into the back pocket of her jeans, "Kate said they're already asleep." She tells, and you snort. "That's impressive." You respond amused, and Wanda smiles, nodding.
"How are you?" she asks softly, her eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern, and you shift your weight between your feet awkwardly. "You don't have to pretend to be fine, Y/n." She scolds, but her tone is tender, so you smile in appreciation.
"Seeing her again is... It's weird." You let out in a breath, having to control yourself enough not to look at Nat across the room, and Wanda nods slowly, offering you an empathetic smile as she says, "I can imagine."
"You should go talk to her, catch up and all." She suggests, but you shake your head, smiling as you take her hand in yours. "Nah, I'm here with you. You're the one I'm staying with." You reply promptly, but the redhead frowns. "Y/n-"
"Unless you don't want to of course-" You begin, letting go of her hand in embarrassment, but her sweet little giggle interrupts you. "It's not that, silly. Of course I do." She says fondly, taking your hand back in hers and intertwining your fingers.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" she asks uncertainly, shifting her gaze between your eyes in search of some sign of hesitation, but all you offer her is a tender smile.
"I am." You say wholeheartedly, and the redhead smiles broadly in genuine relief.
With Wanda at your side, you walk back to your friends.
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You drum your fingers on the shopping cart as you walk down the aisles of the supermarket, the shopping list that Wanda prepared for you this morning firm in your hand so that you don't forget anything.
It's been a few days since you met Nat at Stark's house, and you would say you're coping well. You haven't been able to sleep properly, but that's beside the point.
The truth is that, even with your feelings for the woman, there was nothing you could do. You both made your choices, and even if you loved her still, life goes on. Love is not enough when it comes to a relationship, and you were old enough to know that.
As if the universe wanted to play with you, however, while you pick up some olive jars, you hear your name being called by the voice you would recognize anywhere.
"Hi, Natasha." You greet her politely, never failing to keep a safe distance between the two of you.
"So," the redhead begins casually, her hands being stocked in the back pockets of her jeans, "you and Wanda are close." She comments knowingly and you scoff. "I thought you didn't want to know."
"I was being bitter, and childish." She says, her expression showing regret. Knowing that that is the closest you will get to an apology, you sigh.
"We weren't. We got closer after Vision died. I've been helping her out. With the kids mostly." You reply, shrugging, but internally hating yourself for minimizing what you have with Wanda. The effect Nat has on you should be studied by the best scientists.
"And with other things as well I suppose." She accuses suggestively, a small fake smile plastered on her lips, and you huff. "We're not together if that's what you're implying." You retort, but knowing that's a big lie, you hasten to add, "I mean, we're taking things slow."
"Does she make you happy?" she asks out of the blue, catching you completely off guard. You just stare at her in silence, but noticing that she clearly expects an answer, you sigh. "Nat-"
"It's just a question." She interrupts amiably, her eyes gleaming with something you can't exactly decipher. "Yes." You reply, your muscles relaxing at thoughts of Wanda. "Yes, she does."
Natasha just nods slowly in understanding, watching you intently, and you look around, uncomfortable with having this conversation in a market aisle. "If you had to choose between her or me, who would it be?"
"Are you still leaving on the 1st?" The question comes past your lips before you can contain it and you clench your jaw tightly in rebuke. Natasha's expression slumps for a millisecond before returning to the impassive facade from before. "Yes."
"Her."There's no hesitation in your answer, and you wonder where all that certainty came from. You think that maybe if Natasha asked you back, even if she did leave again, you would accept it. You prefer to push the thought away.
"I see." She says, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but you can sense a hint of hurt in her voice and need to swallow away the lump in your throat. "See you around, Y/n." She says eventually, and all you can do is flash her a weak smile as you nod in farewell.
You watch the redhead walk away then, disappearing into one of the aisles of the small supermarket.
With your head heavy with thoughts, you go back to your shopping list.
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Today is a quiet day at work.
On any other day you would be grateful for that. Today, however, what you wanted most of all was piles and piles of paperwork, anything to distract your mind from the two redheads competing for a place in your mind in your every waking minute.
Before you can sink further into those thoughts, you hear knocking on your office door, and gratefully ask the person to come in.
"Pietro!" You greet cheerfully as you get up to hug your friend, and the man smiles fondly as he hugs you back. "What brings you here?"
"I need to talk to you. It's important." He replies, his usual tender expression being blended with a serious one, and you frown in apprehension. "Okay... Have a seat." You say then, pointing to one of the seats for him as you return to yours.
You both sit down then, an anxious silence surrounding you as the blond man keeps his eyes on yours. He seems to ponder what exactly he is going to say and, despite the growing apprehension, you don't press.
"You're a nice person, Y/n," Pietro finally begins, and you watch him with your full attention, "I really like you. That's why I feel I don't need to tell you this. But being the only family Wanda has that isn't a preschool, it's my duty to ask." He says in a slightly playful tone, and you laugh through your nose softly, already knowing the direction that conversation is going to take.
"Don't hurt my sister. I know about your history with Nat, we all do. And I don't judge you for being shaken by her return. But you and my sister have started something, and I hope you will think carefully about your decisions before you make them." His speech, though warning, carries the warmth of a friend, so you smile slightly as you nod.
"Wanda is one of the best people I've ever met, Pietro. I imagine you don't want to hear me talk about how I feel about your sister," you say knowingly and smile as the man grimaces in agreement, "but what I can tell you is that she has always treated me with kindness and respect, and that is what I intend to offer her in return as well."
Your words are loaded with all the honesty you have in you, and Pietro seems to notice this too because he smiles reassured when you finish.
"Good. I'd hate to have to fight with you." He comments playfully, easing the tension from the conversation, and you smile amusedly, nodding in agreement. "Me too."
"Well, since the lecture has been given, I have to go. The Maximoff New Year's Eve party is only going to be a success if I plan it." He says as he stands up, and you giggle as you do the same. "Of course." You comment amused, walking over to hug him.
"See you tomorrow, Piet." You say goodbye then, and the blond smiles as he nods. "See you tomorrow." He repeats, making his way to the door. "Pietro." You call out to him as he opens it, though, and when the blond turns to you curiously, you smile.
"You're a good brother." You say, and the man smiles in appreciation. "Good luck." He says wholeheartedly, and you smile in gratitude.
When you are left alone again in your office, you feel that the thoughts are beginning to organize themselves in your mind.
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After the conversation with Pietro, it is as if all things gradually make sense to the point where you form a solid decision in your mind. Maybe this is not the best decision of all, but it is the one you had chosen to make.
Now came the hardest part: actually making it.
Wanda is an understanding and sweet woman, she would comprehend your motives. At least that's what you kept repeating to yourself in an attempt to build up the courage to talk to her. You knew that she would not hate you for your decision. However, there was a part of you that hammered that maybe she would, making it hard to breathe.
"You're absent-minded." The said woman's voice startles you as you arrange the food for the guests at the New Year's Eve party, and the redhead giggles at your little jump.
"What? No! I'm-" You start to babble a lie, but faced with the woman's disbelieving gaze, you give up, letting out an embarrassed giggle. "Okay, I am." You admit then, and Wanda smiles amused.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asks, pulling you away from the living room where Pietro is playing with Luna and the twins for more privacy. "I feel like you already know it too." You reply with a halfhearted chuckle, and Wanda smiles assuredly.
"We can still talk about it if you want to." She assures, taking your hand in hers and stroking it with her thumb. With the redhead looking at you expectantly, you feel your heart about to break out of your rib cage.
"I like you, Wanda. I mean, not in a friendly way." You say finally, and swallow dryly when she widens her eyes in surprise. "And I get the impression that maybe you feel like this too." You hazard and relax as you see the redhead smiling at you. "I do... But?"
You smile softly at how Wanda can read you so well, and your heart weighs heavy with what you are about to say. Taking a deep breath and hoping she doesn't hate you, you say. "But Nat and I have a very intense and complicated history together, and my feelings for her are equally intense and complicated... I want to be yours, entirely yours. I will be, if you want me."
"But you need to be hers one last time." She completes cautiously and you nod, watching her expressions intently for any sign of anything whatsoever, but she just looks thoughtful. "If it's okay with you."
"I just want you to find your peace." She answers in a heartbeat, her tender expression carrying nothing but truth. "If that's how you're going to get it, I'm happy for you." She adds, taking both your hands in hers, and you smile, feeling lighter than you had felt in a long time.
"Thank you." You say wholeheartedly, and when the redhead smiles fondly, you can't stop your eyes from going down to her mouth. "Can I kiss you?" you whisper distractedly, the question coming out without you even thinking about it. Wanda's eyes widen slightly in surprise.
That is the first time you have talked about this since the incident a few months ago in which you two ended up sleeping together. She knows you didn't do anything about it out of respect for her. Even though you two have decided to go through with it, you have always given her the power to decide when to take the next step, and she couldn't feel more grateful for that.
"Only if you'll also kiss me at midnight." She replies softly then, her eyes descending to your lips, and you let out a contented giggle, feeling your whole body warm with the presence of the woman before you. "I will."
With the promise, the redhead bites her lower lip in a smile. After admiring that mesmerizing scene for a small moment, you lean forward, connecting your lips to hers softly.
Wanda sighs heavily at the touch, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks, and you smile, pulling her closer by the waist.
"Urgh, gross!" Billy's voice is heard not long after, causing you and Wanda to break apart amidst giggles. "Yeah," Pietro agrees, pointing at you and his sister as he asks, "don't you have anything better to do?"
You and Wanda raise your hands in playful surrender then, and go back to organizing the party amidst chuckles.
When everyone has gone back to their chores, you risk a glance around and smile. You could get used to this.
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When the party is over and you and Wanda finish cleaning up the mess, you decide to go home. It doesn't seem fair to you to sleep with her and then go after another woman. The redhead understands this, and gives you a lingering kiss before you leave.
Driving back to your small downtown apartment, you wonder how things will work out tomorrow. What you will say to Natasha, how she will react. So many possibilities... But they are all erased from your mind when you see a figure sitting in the doorway.
Nat watches you get out of the car with her heart pounding in her throat. Getting up, the redhead thinks about all the things she planned to tell you when you arrived.
About how the roads not taken looks real good now, how they all lead to you. Or about how she stood for long minutes in front of thе school that used to be yours, remembering all the moments that life was good and happy because you were there. About how she not only understood your choice but also respected it, but that out of pure selfishness she wanted you to call it even, even though she's leaving, and she'd be yours for the rest of the trip.
All that turns into scattered thoughts when you march up to her and connect your lips to hers roughly.
It takes less than a second for the redhead to respond to the kiss, but when she does, her hands come up to your shoulders, squeezing them hard.
All the way to your room, you don't let go.
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You wake up the next day with the sun's lights bothering your eyelids, and a warm body comforting yours.
When Natasha notices that you are awake, she rises quietly from your chest, bringing her lips to yours and leaving there a soft kiss to which you smile as you reciprocate.
When she pulls away, however, you notice tears in her eyes. You frown then, concerned, but before you can ask, she answers. "It's hard. To leave the warmest bed I've ever known."
"You chose this." You retort, the words coming out harsher than you'd like, and the redhead smiles a sad smile. "It's my job." She argues, shrugging weakly, and you nod. "I know. I'm not saying it was a bad choice, just that it was the choice you made. We can't have everything."
"I suppose not." She agrees softly, smiling at you one last time before standing up.
The two of you then get dressed in silence, a different silence this time. The silence that has often been uncomfortable or angry, now carries the seriousness of closure. That's why her next words don't surprise you.
"I'm not coming back anymore," Natasha says, looking at you with a determined expression. In the face of your silence, she continues. "It seems to me that we have both set up our lives and there's no more room for each other in them." Not having anything to say, you just nod in agreement, lowering your gaze to the sheet below you.
"Wanda is nice." Nat breaks the silence once more, drawing your eyes back to hers, and you clench your jaw as you see the tears building up in them. "She seems to make you happy. She... deserves you."
"You deserve to be happy too, you know." You retort promptly, your tone soft, and the redhead smiles, nodding slowly. "I know. I am." She assures, and you smile a small smile in response.
"It's just that sometimes I think..." Her sentence dies slowly as she looks at you intently, her eyes shining as they travel all over your face. You frown in confusion, but she shakes her head dismissively. "It doesn't matter." She says with a sad smile and you nod, deciding not to prolong the subject.
"Do you want a ride to the airport?" You offer, not knowing exactly what would be most appropriate for that situation, and Nat smiles amused. "No, I'm not that strong." She says and you smile back, feeling your heart break inside your chest once again.
Once again you would watch Natasha leave. Once again you were not ready for it.
"I'd better go now." She finally says and you nod. "If you say so." You reply, not being able to disguise the dissatisfaction in your voice, and the redhead smiles amused. "I do."
You stare at each other for a while, green eyes that once represented your world locked on yours, eyes that now represented your greatest sadness.
"Goodbye, Y/n," Natasha says the next moment and you can't hold it in any longer. "Goodbye, Nat." You reply softly, the tears streaming down your face without you even trying to contain them because you know you won't be able to.
The redhead leans in one last time, connecting her lips to yours gently as if they were the most precious thing in the world. To her, they were.
A moment (too short for your liking) later, she pulls away. When you open your eyes again, she is already on her feet.
Just as you did so many years ago, you watch the redhead walk to the bedroom door. Nat looks at you one last time before leaving the room, and when the door closes, you throw yourself back on the bed.
Alone now, you in your room and Natasha going home, you allow yourselves to cry freely.
It is finished. The closure you both so desperately needed has arrived. But instead of relief, all you can feel is pain and longing. What's left now is to hope that this pain would be temporary, even though what you feel for each other has proven not to be.
And in this damn season, all that is left for you to do is heal.
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#Day 31: Midnight kiss (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)
And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ
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Moon Elves x Female!Reader
Hiya! Not dead, but my laptop is/has been by the time this gets done lol
I might do an orc next because I like orcs, but whatever I decide, hopefully you guys will join me!
Warning: This story contains SMUT! If you’re not keen on this sort of thing, scroll on.
Content: Cunnilingus, Group sex, breast sucking, all the good stuff I suppose.
Enjoy - may the Darkmoon watch over thee.
“This was a horrible idea.”
For winter breaks, you and your family would head to a home you had in the snowy forests. Not far from civilization but far enough for quietude, it’s a good mix of lively and serene, if those two words could even coexist in one sentence. This home’s been in your family for a good while, since your great grandmother, and has since been given sanction for any needed remodeling. Nobody really liked the prospect of losing this place to the elements.
Hell, even your grandfather said, “If we so rich, dadgummit we are gonna make this house actually bearable.
So why are you here, trodding off into these dark woods with only your flashlight?
Well, your little sister was playing ball with you, and said ball bounced into the woods. Never having seen it land within sight, you told her to wait at the house. Putting on your warmest clothes and grabbing a flashlight, you assured her and your parents you’d be back soon with the toy. Though mom protested, saying that it would be dark soon, you told her it wouldn’t take long, and you’d be perfectly fine.
Now something interesting about these woods that nobody really talks about around the dinner table: People would report strange things happening deep within. There’s been talk over the years - Lord knows how many - of people going missing, returning with strange conditions or the immediate healing of a sickness. Here is where your aunt told you a tale of her husband, your uncle, heading in there with only a shotgun and his cane: an addition to his life with thanks to bullets in his hip. After hours of her waiting for him, he showed up at eleven, buck over his shoulders, no cane to be seen and his body seeming as though it’d never been injured.
When she checked, the surgery scars were gone, just as with any evidence of that crossfire even happening. She claims not to know what he was talking about when she demanded an explanation, saying he was making the most whimsical, outlandish stories she’d ever heard, but when you would ask him yourself, he would lean in and whisper,
”These here woods got magic in ‘em, lassie. Ya find it, and you’ll see I ain’t no liar.”
So, here you trod, the cold seeping through your clothes, with only your flashlight and a knife in your inner pocket in case you ran into wolves or something. What made you decide that it was a good idea to come looking for that stupid toy when the sky’s beginning to turn pitch black?
You swallow, stepping over frosted mushrooms.
”Could’ve brought some hot chocolate...” You shudder, adjusting the thick fabric over your face. “It’s so damn cold...”
Trudging along, you change your hands for your flashlight, putting your free one into your arm to get it warmer. Though, the one begins to tremble, the cold biting through your sleeve at last. Biting your lip, you hurriedly change hands again, pulling your freezing arm in as a cold dread seeps into and stiffens your spine. As your legs threaten to lock, your teeth chatter at the very sound of snow falling from branches mimics a bear or wolf in your growing paranoia.
You hate guns as much as you hate traps, and as such you never went to go hunting to at least learn how to use them. The most you can do right now, matter of fact, is shoot cans with a BB gun: something you’re actually comfortable doing. Now, though, you don’t even have that, and as such you’re practically inviting a bear or a pack of wolves to rip you a brand new face. That is, if this terrible cold doesn’t get to you first.
Did you just condemn yourself to hypothermia? Is this how you’re about to spend your last minutes? Going out into the woods, only for someone to find your freezing corpse, standing or no, and have to go through explaining to your dear sister - she isn’t even seven yet! - that you died to get her toy back.
This is not how you wanted to die...
Graduation from college, your first date, your sister’s sweet 16th-! You wanted to see all of it happen!
“Huh?”
Blinking, you shine your light at a... large circle made from branches? Like something you’d see in a fantasy movie, or even a horror movie. Can’t possibly be man-made; surely nobody has the time or skill to make branches into a perfect circle. With every instinct - birthed from peeking at your parents watching said horror movies - telling you that even going near it is a bad idea, your instinct to just trudge on from possibly being near-death overrides every fear.
Shining your flashlight through the circle, you step through it and press forward. Curiously, as you go forward, the snow sinks from your knees down to the middle of your shin, to your ankles, finally to the soles of your boots. Once you notice this, you also realize your clothes becoming warmer again, until your body is able to sense that you’d have been just fine with a jacket and jeans. Blinking, you brush snow off your shoulders, glancing up at the light poking through the sleeping trees.
Where the sky was pitch black it’s now lighting up with aurora boreal is as far as the eye can see, stars glittering just beyond, seeming to greet you like a long lost friend. Just as sweetly, the crescent moon emerges from a single cloud.
A hallucination, perhaps? A sweet dream to relieve you of the terror of breathing your last breath in unforgiving cold?
It’s... pleasant.
Looking back forward, you blink as fireflies emerge from the snow and trees, illuminating a path for you as the trees begin lighting up themselves. Cracks in the bark illuminate as if veins full of glowing blue blood, translucent white leaves appearing on the branches. Swaying in the cool but forgiving breeze, they too say their wordless greetings as you find no more need for your flashlight, your legs ceasing to tremble as you go forth. Swallowing, you look around, remembering the wayward tales of fairies and princes from when you were a child.
What...?
Swallowing, you find yourself in front of possibly the biggest tree you’ve ever seen. Having to lean back all the way just to see it properly, the very height and width of it reminds you of your brief visit with your dad to the Washington Monument. It’s really that huge and then some, and when you look closer...
Nordic runes? Or are those Celtic? Not really being that skilled in differentiating even with you passing interest in mythology, you frown at bot being able to translate any of them. This is more your own shortcomings as opposed to them being sort of faded for whatever reason, but it would indeed suck either way.
”I’m feeling incredible...” You murmur. “Is this the magic that uncle was talking about?”
Blinking, you flinch as the runes begin to glow one by one, not with the blue aura of the other trees, but rather a vibrant purple. The energy about pours into your body, wrapping gently around your bones and sinking into your blood. Inhaling softly, you close your eyes as you’re enveloped in the purple light, lifted into the air by the tree’s magical embrace. It doesn’t threaten your life, rather it seems to cradle it, filling your senses with the calm serenity and enveloping you in the scent of grandfatherly love.
It feels... incredible.
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You awake to the sound of a waterfall, oddly calm, and occasional movements like animals wading in the water. Reaching up, you rub your eye as you turn onto your side, opening your eyes - and in that moment you wonder if you are indeed dead.
It is indeed a waterfall, pouring into a basin of sorts - occupied by the most ethereal creatures you’ve ever seen.
They‘re human in shape, but with pitch black skin fading into white at their hands and feet. Starlight hair falls perfectly over their skin, styled in different ways that they can be told apart aside from their runic tattoos. One, hair falling straight without any ties or braids, is washing himself under the waterfall, rubbing his neck, looking almost like a model. The other three are either sitting about or wading, equally as beautiful and yet just as strange.
But what sticks out most is their ears, pitch black and... pointy. Long and pointy, in fact, almost like...
”Elves?”
You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but the moment the word pushes past your lips, you get their attention at the same time. Tensing, you bite your lip as the one comes out from under the waterfall. He tilts his head for a moment, as if trying to make sense of what - or who - you are. eventually he does relax, beckoning his kin to stand.
Then, he gives you a smile, extending a hand towards you.
At that moment you realize: All you’re wearing is your bra and underwear. Your instinct would be to cover up, to frantically search for your clothes, but a glance at that elf’s eyes is calming. Forgetting any fear you’d ever had entirely, you stand, glancing down at the water. It more resembles milky dew, or rather just milk, with how translucent it is and how it reflects the lights of the trees.
You softly dip your foot in it. It’s warm, unlike the air around, and goosebumps rage through your body. Clutching your arms, you inhale sharply through your teeth, your legs trembling slightly from the shock.
Blinking, you glance back up, that same elf standing just before you. His expression hasn’t changed from that welcoming smile, his eyes, almost exactly resembling pearls, crinkling slightly. Noting that you’re having some trouble, he reaches his ombre arms up, hands out so you can climb or jump into them. Considering the water is warm and the air is cold, as well as the basin being a bit of a drop into the water as evidence by him being at his hips in the water, he appears more than happy to help you.
Nodding a bit in acknowledgement, he steps closer to the edge, guiding you to kneel so you can put your arms around his neck. Even like this the size difference between you two is prevalent, and he knows this as well. Carefully he pulls you forward, tugging you into him, one arm around your waist and the other under your butt. Breathing in, you cling to him, hurriedly wrapping your legs around his waist as he turns, carrying you further into the basin.
Eventually, as you begin noticing the other three elves moving closer, the one sets you onto a rock, softly stroking your arm in reassurance. Lifting your chin with his index, he leans in slightly, face falling into calm serenity. Turning, he cups his hands, collecting some water and moving to hold it over you. Gently pouring the water over your shoulders, he slightly snickers at how you shiver at the clash between warm and cold, repeating the process until your underwear is soaked through. Moving your legs off his hips and into the water, he softly swishes the water onto your skin, momentarily glancing up at you as he kneels down.
His touch is kind, his treatment caring, and he shows all of it without a word.
Sliding his hands up your legs, he gives you a coy smile and finds your soaked panties. Poking your tongue out to moisturize your lips, you nod, lifting your legs so he can pull them off. His lips stretch to show slightly pointy teeth as he does, hanging your panties on a nearby shrubbery. Getting back upright, he leans back in, nose to nose in you. Becoming lost in his milky eyes, you absentmindedly wrap your arms around his neck, and needing no more of an invitation he cups your face with one hand, kissing you with the same sweetness his hands have treated you with thus far. In moments his tongue softly pushes into your mouth, sliding across and underneath as though in a delicate dance.
Getting lost in his kiss too, your one hand goes to the back of his neck as you feel one of the others going behind you. His minibraids tickle your back as his hands unsnap your bra, your arms lowering and letting him slide it off. Gasping a little into the one’s mouth, you moan as your breasts are kneaded like dough and your tongue is sucked on slightly.
Oddly, this is where names are shot into your head.
The one kissing you is named Eli‘vah; the one fondling your breasts is Mih’qua.
Eli’vah’s one hand slides down your body and between your thighs. Gasping slightly, you spread your legs completely, and he smiles against your lips, sucking in your tongue again as he pushes his fingers inside you, already just barely finding your spot. Leaning back slightly, your arms fly up and onto his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as his fingers pump inside you. Curiously he moves to your side, your head turning with him, and you whine as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.
Swallowing, he momentarily parts and you pant, face flushed as he places soft kisses on your face. Mih’qua moves one hand below your leg, the other on your back, and lifts you with Eli’vah’s help. They loop your arms around their shoulders as two more approach, taking their places as Eli’vah moves back in front of you, kneeling down and supporting your thighs. Leaning, his tongue slithers out and into your folds, licking you out with the same care, but hiding a hunger yet to burst from him and bring him to consume you. Before long he latches on, tongue pushing even further than his fingers - and consequently finding your spot. Gasping, you throw your head back, moaning loudly as you’re licked out with fervor, the other two elves - Tri‘vae and Qua’lit - latching onto your breasts like babies.
Mih’qua, back behind you, is the one to hold your head now, kissing you upside down as his kin suck you up as though intending to dry you off with their mouths. Trembling slightly you hand onto Tri’vae and Qua’lit’s shoulders as they strengthen their suckling. As if vying for your milk, they use their free hands to knead, as if to get you to make some for them. Feeling an unfamiliar hotness in your legs, you arch your back, Eli’vah sensing what’s coming and sucking harder, holding on tightly.
Momentarily breaking from Mih’qua, you cry out in orgasm, all sucking and manhandling pausing to let you calm down from the aftershocks. They put you back down on the rock, keeping close so you don’t slip. Once you relax again, it’s Eli’vah that returns to your middle, rising a bit and reaching down. Before you know it, he rests possibly one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen - proportionate to his large frame of course - on your belly.
This place is feeling more like a dream, in how light you feel and how you don’t feel any fear even knowing what the five of you are doing. You’re not afraid of the pain of sex anymore; they’ve taken great care to prepare you, even giving you the opportunity to shoo them away. That you’ve invited them, allowed them this much, and they’ve accepted whenever you’ve felt uncomfortable and acted accordingly. It’s almost too perfect, and yet it’s far from fictitious. How they embrace you, giving you soft kisses in places you’d never known were tender; how they adore you even without speaking a word.
Your hands on Tri’vae and Qua’lit’s shoulders each, you use your hips to guide Eli’vah’s cock, his chest bouncing with a chuckle as his large hands move to hold them. Gasping as the head pushes inside with ease, you lean your head back, relaxing your body as he slowly slides forward, watching you envelop him completely. This time, he touches your spot the first time, hardly even trying, only moving when your body adjusts to him. Once you nod, he moves your legs to his shoulders, slipping in deeper from the very action.
Voice erupting in a moan, you tug Mih’qua down to your lips. Accepting your invitation with courteous enthusiasm he wraps his tongue around yours, cupping your face as the other two return to your breasts. As Mih’qua about conquers your tongue, they nibble and knead, as if attempting to encourage your body to make milk for them.
“A-aah!” You squeak, Eli’vah beginning to thrust.
Holding your shins expertly in his hands - far from mishandling you, it‘s simply how big he is - he moves just right, not drilling you or being too careful. Hair tickling your chest, he leans forward to move his hands on either side of you, softly smiling down at you as you break from Mih’qua, needing to breathe.
It’s not drawn out, not catching you by surprise by suddenly changing positions, rather it’s gentle and not meaning to sap you of your energy. Not yet, anyway.
”C-cum with me...” You breathe, feeling him swell inside you as well.
Leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss, he briefly loses control, speeding up slightly before cumming once; twice; three times. Feeling it seep down your body and onto the rock, you pant lightly as he softly pulls out, beckoning Mih’qua.
Now the one preparing to make love to you as Eli’vah had, he prepares you by kneeling down slightly, fingering you as Tri’vae and Qua’lit part from your breasts, holding your hands and waiting patiently for their turn.
They’re going to take turns, and this they do with finesse, until your belly swells from their seed, and you tire. When you do, they move you to dry land, where they embrace you, warming you with their bodies, hands on your belly, as you drift into slumber with a serene melody sung by the voices into the gentle winter breeze...
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You don’t quite remember the events from then on, but the story you heard from your dad is that your uncle went looking for you at dawn and found you fast asleep in front of the very same circle of branches. When both of you looked, your belly was still swollen, now with a rune, harmless in nature and protective in magical energy, above your belly button.
That’s when you understood, as did he: The two of you witnessed firsthand the magic in the forest.
You’re back at the house now, resting in your room, still thinking back to the night you had with the elves. Even when you eat you can’t seem to dismiss the lovemaking as but a dream, for why else would your body be like a water balloon, and your mind racing by the hour?
By the time night fell again, uncle advised you to stay in, having heard a pack of wolves, and so you resign yourself to doing just that. With a black shirt and flannel pajama pants neatly folded on the bathroom vanity, you sigh, hand falling to your belly. Wordlessly watching as the steam blurs your naked image in the mirror, you turn and step into the shower, breathing in and closing your eyes.
When you fall into bed to slumber, you feel the familiar hands welcoming you, guiding you into the sweet landscape of ancient dreams...
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Dulcis (Part I)
This is my formal submission to The Pit™️ (so much filth)
This is going to be a two part series! It doesn't end here
(I know this might not be everyone's cup of tea since it is about infidelity. Reader is engaged and David is married. Please feel free to skip this if that doesn't interest you!)
Dave (Murder Daddy) York x F!Reader
Pairing: David York x F!Reader
Word Count: 12K (are we even surprised at this point)
Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** NSFW 18+ INFIDELITY! (reader is engaged, David is married) language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk, **daddy kink** oral (m receiving / mentions of female receiving) vaginal fingering (in a public space), praise & aftercare, guilt?- let me know if I missed any!
Masterlist Part 2
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“Alright who’s up first?” They all looked away from you, they always do this when they have to present their projects. It’s understandable, you could remember doing it when you were in school.
“If no one volunteers I’ll have to pick someone.” You smiled sympathetically. You saw a couple of your braver students raise their hands. Once the first student went the others saw that like always- it wasn’t so bad.
You managed to get through all of them before lunch which, as a second grade teacher, was a miracle.
They were a little rowdy during the lunch hour but that was to be expected. You used the much needed break to gather your things for the math work that had to be done after recess.
You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you checked your messages- there were two from your fiancé Charlie.
Can’t we just elope?
Hi by the way
You could have killed him, you sighed, smiling as you quickly responded to him.
No, hi! Don’t make me say I told you so while I’m at work, I take it your hunt for the tux isn’t going so well?
You had suggested eloping right when he’d proposed, a big wedding wasn’t something you needed. A trip to the courthouse and a nice dinner after would have been just fine with you.
It’s bullshit, lol I fucking hate shopping - I’ll figure it out, have a great day at work, love you xo
You quickly put your phone away at the commotion in class.
Two of the kids were arguing, it was getting intense and you had no idea what caused it.
“Okay you two settle down, finish your lunch - recess-“
One of the students suddenly punched the other square in the face. It was a practised, precise thing and it shocked you.
“Alice! We do not hit.” You didn’t yell it but you used a tone that silenced all the children. You quickly made your way over to them, Jacob was bleeding from the nose and you called the school nurse to come get him. Calling the principal after to let her know what happened.
“Alice, you’re staying inside during recess with me, that was unacceptable. I’m going to have to call your parents. You know we don’t fix things by fighting.” You spoke to her in a neutral tone, trying to keep the anger out.
“But he-“ you cut her off.
“No, none of that. We’ll discuss this with your parents.” You didn’t want to hear it, you looked through your desk for the contact sheet to call while the kids played outside. She sat at her desk quietly, watching you through sad eyes.
“Hi, I’m looking for David York? I’m Alice York’s teacher and I need to speak to him please.” The receptionist sounded wary, she asked for your name and the name of the school and you provided the information. You waited for him to pick up but the receptionist came back and informed you that Mr. York was currently away from his desk but that she would leave a message. Hopefully Mrs York would pick him.
“Hi is this Carol York? Hello Mrs York, yes I’m calling about Alice? Yes that’s right, no she’s fine there’s no emergency but I do have to ask you and your husband to come in for a meeting with me tonight. Well there’s been an incident…” You explained what happened and she was very apologetic, agreeing to come to see you right after work.
You quickly texted Charlie to let him know you’d be late.
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Alice didn’t give you any more trouble for the rest of the day, Jacob had a bit of a bloody nose but overall he was okay.
The day went smoothly and as all of the children went home you had Alice sit and colour while you both waited for her parents. You didn’t have to wait long.
Your head lifted at the soft knock at your door, you saw an apologetic looking woman and her very bored looking husband.
“Hello, we’re so sorry! I’m Carol and this is my husband David, Alice come here and explain yourself.” She walked over to your desk to shake your hand. David followed reluctantly.
“What happened kiddo?” He asked her as she approached.
“Jacob took my notebook and wouldn’t give it back.” She looked at her mother ashamed.
“We don’t hit you know that! I’m so sorry about this - we’ll have a talk with her when we get home.” She sat at the chairs you gestured to - you noticed David’s face as Alice spoke. A sly smile, quickly wiped away to look stern. Was he proud of her?
You agreed with the need to stick up for yourself but taking a notebook was hardly a reason for two second graders to resort to a brawl. He saw you looking at him and he nodded sagely.
“We’re very sorry about this.” He wasn’t sorry.
You took him in as Carol spoke to Alice in hushed tones on her lap, he was an imposing man, tall and broad. He wore a suit and for all the world looked like a professional but there was something about him that made you blush. You had the vague sense that he was undressing you with his eyes and it made your heart race. He was very handsome, but in a sinister way.
“Never again right Alice?” You spoke to her before turning your attention to her parents. “She’ll have detention for the next two days, no recess, but I won’t keep her after school.” You spoke as neutrally as you could with Mr York's eyes boring into you. You could almost feel them burning you.
“Yes of course, that’s not a problem. We will talk about this when we get home, young lady.” Carol spoke half to you and half to her daughter. David continued to stare.
You were thankful this would be it and were just getting ready to guide them to the door when he spoke.
“How are her grades otherwise? Is she doing well?” He said it in a low tone.
You could learn to crave that voice.
Get a fucking grip
“They’re good, she’s a great student otherwise, got an A on her book report today. Just have to remember to keep our hands to ourselves right?” You smiled warmly at her, doing your best to not look him in the eye.
“That’s great to hear, thank you so much for reaching out - please feel free to contact me for anything.” Carol started gathering Alice’s things.
David continued to stare at you, you saw him boldly look you up and down as you walked around your desk to see them out. Carol was too busy getting Alice into her jacket to see him.
He looked at you like she wasn’t even there.
He smirked as he swiped his thumb across his bottom lip, his gaze focused on the length of your dress. Your eyes widened at the nerve of him, absolutely no regard for his wife or his daughter.
He was devouring you with his eyes and you did absolutely nothing to stop him. You flushed - whether from disgust or excitement you’d never know but it did not deter him. He clapped his hands together and thanked you for your time.
Your heart hammering even after they’d left.
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The music was blaring when you walked through the door to your little apartment. You could hear Charlie singing along as he pulled something that smelled absolutely divine out of the oven.
“Hey babe! I made dinner, I got home a bit early.” He kissed you hello as he put the lasagne on the table.
“Oh god that smells good.” You smiled as you all but dropped everything to sit and eat with him.
You both discussed how your respective days had gone, about what you both had to do and like almost every conversation you’d had during the past seven months- it ended up on the wedding. If you were honest the whole thing was starting to grate on your nerves.
You’d always known the two of you were going to get married. From the first time you saw him, he was so handsome and sweet and he seemed to live his life in order to make you happy. The wedding however, it seemed all wrong. The both of you were simple, you were the kind of people who didn’t make a big fuss.
This wedding was a big fuss.
“My mom says she’s paying for the flowers, I insisted that it wasn’t necessary, that it didn’t matter but she pushed- and you know my sister wants to help with something.” Charlie was notoriously easy going so you took his ‘insisting’ with a grain of salt.
“Your family would pay for the whole wedding if we let them.” You prodded gently, his family seemed to want this wedding more than you did. It was overwhelming.
“They just want grandchildren, they think the faster we get married the faster I’ll get you pregnant.” He laughed, you’d talked about children before and you both wanted them but you’d decided to wait a little bit. You both wanted to enjoy married life.
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While showering after having cleaned up, your mind curiously wanders to a place you didn’t expect.
You were thinking about Mr York. You didn’t even really know why - yes he was handsome but it was more than that. He was intriguing, he seemed dangerous somehow.
That was surprising, why should he be dangerous? Charlie pulled back the curtain pulling you sharply out of your reverie, and scaring you half to death.
“Sorry!” He laughed as he got in with you. You felt guilty, like you’d been caught but he mistook your guilty look for fear.
“You scared the fuck out of me!” You tried to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest as you stepped into the water, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair.
You felt Charlie’s hands circle your waist as he laughed.
“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to.” He kissed your shoulder as he joined you under the hot spray, his hands roaming over the soft skin of your belly. They slipped over your soapy skin, up towards your breasts. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers as they pinched and plucked at your nipples the way he knew you liked.
He continued with his exploration, running one hand down under it, spreading your folds and honing in on your clit. Gliding over it over and over until you were panting, the other hand still on your breast. You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder - your hands finding themselves in his hair.
“Faster- please” You were almost there, it was so good and the thought came to you out of nowhere. You imagine for a split second that it was Mr York in the shower with you instead of your fiancé. His fingers between your legs, his cock rubbing up against your ass and you came harder than you had any right to. Your fingers clutching at Charlie’s hair almost painfully tight.
He kissed your shoulder and turned you around to kiss you on the mouth to take it further but the guilt wouldn’t let you. You needed a few minutes to get your shit together.
“Babe, let’s wait until we’re in bed- I’m not really feeling shower sex right now.” You kissed him softly and pulled away.
“Okay honey.” He smiled at you, complacent even though his dick was hard and leaking precum, weirdly this annoyed you.
Charlie was a sexual guy, he enjoyed it. That you knew, and you couldn’t exactly complain about your sex life. He was attentive and he did his best to make you cum, he took direction well and you had no complaints about his size.
The problem was, Charlie was vanilla.
Sex was three positions if that and he barely talked at all. You had tried to get him to be a little more open and adventurous but he always reverted to his regular routine. Most of the time it was fine, you both got off and you loved him.
Sometimes however, you wanted more. You wanted excitement, you wanted passion. You wanted filth.
Charlie was sweet. You could live with sweet.
He was snoring beside you peacefully, he’d coaxed another orgasm out of you once you both got into bed. The guilt kept you awake though, because you’d imagined Mr York the whole time.
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“I need all of the information you can find on this woman.” David gave your name to his contact, he had to know.
He asked Alice a few probing questions but didn’t want to push it. He didn’t need her telling her mother offhandedly that he’d been curious about you.
He had your name and place of employment, for his line of work - that was more than enough. You were a pretty thing and he was intrigued. He knew you’d seen him, he’d made sure of it. He’d also noticed you looking at him, as much as you tried not to. Saw the gorgeous flush creep it’s way up your neck when he stared at your legs.
He had to get close to you, see if his instincts were right.
He had a full report on you within the hour, he saw that you’d been teaching for about five years. That you were a few years younger than him, engaged, parents on the other side of the country, decent credit score.
All he had to figure out now was how to make his move.
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“Remember to show your parents your agendas! We have a trip coming up and I need everyone’s parents or guardians to sign the forms I put in them. Please do not forget. Have a great day and I’ll see you tomorrow.” The kids were frantically packing away their things as the bell wrung, you still watched them as you packed up your things. You had to remember to ask for volunteers in their agendas tomorrow- maybe you could call a few of the more friendlier parents.
A knock at the door made you jump what felt like a foot off the ground. Turning around and seeing who was there did absolutely nothing to calm you down.
“Mr York, what can I do for you?” You tried to speak as calmly as possible. Willing yourself to sound natural and nonchalant.
He walked over to you and it vaguely felt like you were being hunted. His quiet made you uneasy and your anxiety pushed you to fill the empty air with conversation.
“Everything okay with Mrs York? I hope Alice isn’t still in trouble?” He was in your personal space and it was difficult to breathe. He was so big, so tall, his eyes impossibly bright with what looked like mischief.
Never in all your time together has Charlie ever looked at you with this kind of intensity.
Annoyingly, it made you wet.
“They’re fine.” He licked his lips as he stared down at you, the bottom one was full and you had the wild urge to bite it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
You kept backing away from him slowly and he kept pressing forward, you didn’t know what to do or what he wanted but he was overwhelming you.
“I know you saw me looking at you.” He watched your mouth as he spoke and you felt like you couldn’t get your thoughts in order.
“I - I’m engaged…” You blurted it out but either he didn’t register or he didn’t care.
“And I’m married.” He got a little closer, there was a crackling of electricity between the two of you and the tingle of it seemed to be focused on your nipples and your clit. He brought his hand up and traced his thumb over your bottom lip boldly and the act shocked you into complacency, it grounded you on the spot. He saw the shock and excitement in your eyes and he probed a bit to see how far you would go.
“I thought about you. When I fucked her.”
You short circuited, your brain was a puddle and your cunt clenched. You involuntarily let out a gasp at his confession and it brought to mind the thoughts you’d had while with Charlie. You were dripping into your panties.
He pushed his thumb into your mouth a fraction and it was like a damn broke, without even knowing why or stopping to consider the consequences you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked. Hollowing out your cheeks prettily.
He groaned, bringing his thumb back out and spreading your saliva onto your lips.
He came close and you prepared yourself for a kiss but he licked your top lip, so fast you would have missed it. You gasped and he let go. Walking out the door as you caught your breath.
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The shame followed you like a shadow, it surrounded you as you drove home in silence.
Charlie’s face haunting you as you felt your arousal soaking your panties. You tried to justify the unjustifiable as you pulled into the parking garage of your building, telling yourself that it was a weird hallucination. You hadn’t actually sucked this man's thumb at the school like a whore. No.
Charlie was sitting on the couch going over the seating arrangement when you walked in. You dropped all of your things and walked over to him, you needed to rewrite your excitement somehow. Transfer it onto Charlie.
“Hey babe-“ you cut him off by plopping down onto his lap, and kissing him silent. He was momentarily stunned but he dropped everything and held onto you.
“You okay?” He asked smiling as he pulled away, you didn’t answer, you hastily pulled up his shirt - trying to get him to join you in your urgency.
“I want you, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me and I want to ride your cock, right here on the couch.” You lied into his ear, poisoned honey dripping from your mouth. You heard him gasp and felt him hardening beneath you.
“Jesus Christ…” Charlie wasn’t much of a dirty talk kind of guy, you wanted him to be but he always said it felt awkward. You usually didn’t push it but today Mr York’s words were branded into your brain.
“My pussy is so wet for you baby.” Another lie, but never mind that.
He groaned but didn’t say anything and it was frustrating, you needed the release however and you let it pass. You imagined Mr York saying some truly filthy things in your ear and it made you feel guilty but you couldn’t help yourself.
He let you work out your excitement and after you both hit your peak you got up and headed for the bedroom. You saw him sitting on the couch, half naked and blissed out as you walked away.
You prodded him gently when you were curled up in bed.
“Charlie, did you like what we did today? On the couch?” You wanted to ease into it.
“Yes, we’ve had sex on the couch before, I always enjoy it with you.” He kissed your forehead.
“Did you like the things I said?” You drew little patterns on his chest as you laid in the dark.
“They were pretty intense, I didn’t not like them?” You could almost feel him blushing, you tried hard not to sigh. You were going to spend the rest of your lives together there was no need to be shy.
“Why don’t you ever talk to me like that when we fuck?” You could feel him trying to retreat but you didn’t want to let him. “There’s no need to be shy around me, we’re going to get married, we should be open.” He wasn’t having any of it.
“I don’t know honey you know I get awkward, just not something I’m comfortable with I guess.”
“Maybe we could get some books or take a class or something? So many different things we could try and I want to try them with you.” You were trying to open him up, you didn’t want to imagine a life of predictable repetitive sex - no matter how much you loved him.
“Maybe, let’s revisit it again at some point. Goodnight honey.” He kissed your forehead again and turned so you were spooning him. You tried to be understanding, you tried to think about respecting his boundaries but all you came up with was Mr York’s thumb in your mouth.
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“David- David!” His head snapped back to the sound. Carol was standing in front of him with an exasperated look on her face.
“David what is going on? I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes.” He was thinking of you.
“Sorry honey, my head is still at work. What's going on?” He gave her his most convincing smile and she shook her head, amused.
“Dinners ready, the girls want to tell you about their day. Come on, I made your favourite.” She smiled sweetly as she left his home office. The smile disappeared as fast as it’d been conjured.
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“How was school today girls?” He couldn’t ask about you outright, had to dance around it.
“It was good, learning about the solar system.” His eldest, Molly. He smiled and asked her how she liked it, she talked about it excitedly and he enjoyed her enthusiasm.
“What about you Alice, how was school today?” His youngest was shy, but he could see his personality in her. A little more intense, a little more reserved.
“Good, we have a field trip next week.” There it is.
“That sounds nice, where are you going?” A field trip - this could do nicely.
“Museum, I have the form in my bag. I need you to sign it.” So many shadowy corners in a museum.
“Go get the form sweetheart, I don’t want to forget.” Carol prompted her.
She came back with it a few minutes later and David held it in his hands. He saw a little note on the form that made him smile despite himself.
Chaperones are always needed - please call to volunteer.
“What do you think about me volunteering for this? I could take a day and it would be nice to take some interest.” He took her hand in his and smiled warmly, looking for all the world to be a devoted father.
“Honey, that's a great idea. I’ll call tomorrow and let them know.” She was happy, and David was happy.
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The night before a school trip always made you nervous. So many variables - it was hard enough to control a class full of seven and eight year olds in a classroom let alone in a museum. At least a couple of parents had volunteered, you saw Mrs York on the form and it made your heart skip. You imagined she’d be able to see every thought you’d had about her husband on your face.
You fell asleep thinking about him.
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“Okay kids, let’s settle down. The bus will be here soon and I need to make sure everyone has their buddies. What’s the rule?” You asked over the excited din.
“Stay with your buddy!” They all said it in unison.
“Exactly! Now we will be there all day, we have a lot to see, you can leave your backpacks here. We’re going to have lunch there and we’ll be back in time for those of you who take the bus home. You can have a little free time while we wait for the buses.” They instantly grouped together to chat excitedly while you made sure you had everything in order. There were a couple of parents and you gave them wristbands to put on the children.
“Sorry I’m a few minutes late.” Mr York was walking into your classroom in casual clothes. What the hell was he doing here?
“Hello Mr York, you’re right on time. Where’s Mrs York? I thought she had volunteered?” You tried to ask the question neutrally but he could see the panic in your eyes.
“It was always me, whoever took her phone call must have made a mistake.” He spoke gently but it did something to you. You felt his eyes roaming your body and you flushed.
Great, this is going to be just great.
You did your best to centre your breathing while you led the children down the hall and to the buses. You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way down the hall. You did your best to ignore it.
The students lined up in front of the bus in pairs and you quickly went over the rules again - making sure to look at the three parents who were going with you. You noticed David talking to Alice, telling her to behave today and that he’d be helping you take care of the class.
Two of the parents got in first to sit at the back, Mr York waited until you got on, you were trying to focus but you couldn’t. You could feel him standing close to you and you were beginning to sweat.
You meant to sit alone but he followed closely behind you and pushed his way to the same seat as you. He took up so much space and you didn’t want to make a big fuss in front of the kids.
The bus driver closed the door and you were on your way. It would be about forty-five minutes to an hour until you got there and it hit you then how absolutely fucked you were.
The kids were excited and chatty and the din of them talking and laughing drowned out everything. You decided to focus your attention on the window and the scenery. You did not want to focus on Mr York. He was having none of it though.
“I like your dress.” He spoke into your ear and you shivered.
“Look Mr York-“
“Call me David.” He looked down at your slight cleavage and you sighed angrily.
“Look David, I don’t know what it is you think is going on but I am engaged. I am engaged to be married and you are the married father of one of my students. I would appreciate it if you could keep your interactions with me strictly professional.” You whispered angrily, trying to sound serious. He smiled pleasantly at you as if you were old friends catching up.
“Is that what you would call sucking my thumb? Professional? It seemed like you wished it was something else you’d been sucking.” His words went directly to your cunt. You saw it then, him sitting with that amused look on his face as you kneeled in front of him, with his cock in your mouth like a good girl.
Charlie.
You were in love with and about to marry Charlie.
He saw the look on your face and he smiled-
“What’s your fiancé’s name?” How dare he?
“His name is Charlie and I love him.” Why did you feel the need to explain this to him?
“That may be true, but I get the feeling that Charlie doesn’t quite know how to fuck you. Or you wouldn’t be licking your lips at the thought of my cock in your mouth. Is that it baby? You haven’t been fucked properly? I can fix that.” His words had you dripping. Charlie had never spoken to you like this and it made you so angry to compare them right now.
You closed your eyes and let the words pass over you, you had to focus. You couldn’t let this admittedly handsome, intimidating man come into your life and lay waste. He took your silence as a sign that he was right.
You felt his fingers ghost over your thigh and you felt like you’d been struck by lightning. Your eyes shot to his hand and to your shame, you hoped for something forbidden. He watched you closely.
“I think about you all the time and something tells me that you think about me too. Think about what I could do or say to get you wet enough for me to glide right in. Have you ride my cock, have your tits bouncing in my face.” His hand gripped your thigh and you whimpered slightly, involuntarily angling your body towards him.
“He doesn’t know what you need.” He hand travelled up up up ghosting along your seam, just enough to drive you insane through your panties and you put your head onto his shoulder. He stopped then and took his hand away and you came back to reality.
The guilt hit you like a tsunami and you squeezed yourself closer to the window, trying for all the world to make yourself smaller, and in turn the distance between you bigger.
He smiled and sat quietly for the rest of the ride to the museum.
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The relief you felt when the bus pulled in was astonishing and you had to hold yourself back from barreling over David to get away. You felt him chuckling as you struggled to get away and you held back the urge to slap him across the face by the grace of god.
“Okay class, let’s get together with our buddies and head over to our first exhibit. If you have any questions please feel free to ask our helpers or myself. What’s the rule?”
“Stick with your buddy!” They yelled it out again.
“Exactly, that means even if you have to use the restroom you go with your buddies. Please ask one of the parents or me before you go.” You were back in your element now and it felt better. You were back in teacher mode and you told yourself that you could do this.
The morning went by relatively smoothly, you had all of the children wrangled and you made your way through the exhibits without issue. You were thankful that David kept his distance from you, he helped the children and you saw him doting on his daughter.
You had decided to block out what happened on the bus. It never happened.
By noon the kids were getting feral, you guided everyone up to the cafeteria and had them sit so the adults could grab everyone their food in shifts. All in all it went pretty smoothly and you had managed to put the whole incident out of your mind.
You let one of the parents know that you were going to sneak away to use the bathroom while the kids were all in one place and she told you to take your time.
You can do this, you told yourself as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.
You were blindsided when you came out of the bathroom, a hand covering your mouth and pulling you away into a closed off exhibit. The panic shot through you like lightning and you tried to fight your attacker off - visions of Charlie flashed through your mind, of the wedding, of your family; your students. His voice didn’t calm you.
“Stop fighting, it’s just me.” His tone suggested that this should have calmed you. It did not.
It pissed you off and once you regained your composure and stopped squirming, he loosened his grip. It gave you the opening you needed and you slapped him across the face - or you would have, but his hand shot up cat-quick and grabbed your wrist before your hand could meet its target.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You were seething, the audacity of this man to put his hands on you. You were trying to hold the anger close- bringing it to the forefront of your mind so as to eclipse the excitement. That had no place here... right?
Why are you so fucking excited?
Why does it feel like you’ve never known this kind of excitement until now?
Get it the fuck together, think of Charlie.
“I am going to make you cum.” Those words were thrown out into the air like they meant nothing. Like it was simply a chore to be completed off a list.
He was getting closer. His movements brought to mind the wildlife documentaries that Charlie liked to watch, you could see the big jungle cat slowly stalking towards the gazelle. If you were home and watching this scene unfold on the screen, you would be yelling at yourself to run.
You couldn’t make your legs move, worse still - you didn’t really want to.
Instead you stood there, silent and unmoving. Waiting for the jungle cat to pounce on you, waiting for him to crush your neck with strong jaws and long claws.
Why were you so wet?
“I’m going to pull that short little dress up, and I’m going to make you cum with my fingers. Would you like that baby? You want me to make that little pussy cum?” He was in your space now, towering over you and you couldn’t look away. Your breath was coming hard at the filth pouring out of his mouth.
Charlie never spoke to you this way.
You felt the wall and you realised he’d been herding you, exactly where he wanted you. You looked up at him through your lashes- god he’s so tall, so broad - and his arms came up to rest on either side of your head, essentially caging you in. The heat was rolling off him, was it heat? Or was it your own excitement? You’d never be able to tell, all you knew for certain is that you were dripping. You were feral and you couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. He smiled as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your neck as he spoke right into your ear.
“Do you want me to? Do you want me to make you cum baby?” the low tone, the proximity, the wrongness of it. You would never admit it after but you nodded, almost imperceptibly. His smile for you then was genuine.
It felt like his hands were charged with electricity, those wands that they had at science centers that made your skin tingle. You felt it, as his fingers softly skimmed your thigh as they travelled up to your soaked center. He touched the damp spot on your panties and chuckled, then moved them aside swiftly to part your folds. You gasped when he glided his finger over your clit, over and over and over, the pressure far too light.
Your own hands found their way up to clutch at his shirt, you didn’t want to admit that you were holding him close to you. That you didn’t want him to pull away.
“Open up for me baby.” he bit at your ear as he lifted your leg to wrap around his hip, you were spread open for him while he wrapped his arm around your waist to grab at your ass. He was doing this to you during a school trip. This was a low you never thought you’d sink to.
“Just as I thought, look how wet you are - and how tight-” He slid two fingers into you and you moaned, they were thick and you were so turned on it hurt. “Don’t worry baby I’m going to take care of you, make you cum, fuck this tight pussy with my fingers - have to cum fast for me okay? We have to get back. Can you do that? Can you cum for me?” He was kissing your neck and licking your pulse point.
“Answer me, or I'll stop, be a good girl for me.” His fingers pulled out and you whimpered - grabbing at his forearm to pull it back because you needed to cum. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you looked into his eyes as he rubbed your arousal onto your lips. Your knees almost gave out at the depravity of it, in public. While your students and the other parents waited for you. He was expecting an answer.
“Yes.” Your face was beet red and flushed and the word sealed your fate. He kissed you, rough and fast and it took your breath right out of your lungs. His tongue licked your slick off your lips and plundered your mouth while he fulfilled his promise. His fingers diving back into you, this time with the addition of his thumb on your clit.
You could vaguely hear the wet squelch of your cunt as he sped up. It was so good, it was everything and all you needed was a little push to finally leap into the abyss.
“Come on baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. I think you can take another finger.” The noises were obscene and the stretch was so good - he curled his fingers and touched something white hot and it made you cry out a little louder than you should have. His hand came up and clamped over your mouth and the filth came again. “There it is- that’s what you like right baby? Come on, cum for daddy.” You fell apart then. It was disgusting and you’d never cum this hard in your life.
You were vaguely aware of him fixing your clothes, of him licking every drop of your slick from his fingers.
You were blissed out as you walked back to the table on shaky legs, the guilt creeped in though as you slowly drifted back down to reality, you’d been gone for longer than you thought.
“Sorry about that - we got completely turned around, this place is a maze huh?” Dave spoke, quelling the annoyed looks from the other parents and smoothing it out with practised charm.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look anyone in the eye.
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It was hard to focus for the remainder of the trip. You could feel his eyes on you as you wound your way around the different exhibits.
The turmoil between your brain and your body threatened to drive you into madness - you could still feel him inside you and it caused your heart to race, to excite you. Your brain was scolding you. How could you let him do that to you?
Oh Charlie
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The bus ride back to the school was a bit better, one of the other parents sat beside you and it was as if you could almost pretend that everything was normal. Or you would have been able to - had you not been able to feel David's eyes boring into the back of your head. It was a long ride home.
The school busses were waiting when you pulled into the school and you had to hurry to get your kids to your classroom to get their things. After you made sure they were okay and on the bus you went about getting ready to go home. There was a text from an unknown number in your phone - you didn’t have to guess who it was from.
Be a good girl, and free up a couple of hours for me this Sunday. I will come and get you.
You answered before you could even contemplate what it meant.
Okay.
You didn’t even bother wondering how he would know where to go.
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You sat in your car, in one of the parking spaces you and Charlie had. You could see his car next to yours and you had no idea how the hell you were going to walk in there and pretend nothing had happened. How could you have done this, moreover how could you have agreed to see David again?
I’ll tell him it has to stop. Whatever it was that we did it was a horrible mistake.
Your heart was racing as you got off the elevator, every step down the hallway was another lump of stone settling in the pit of your stomach. Charlie was in the shower when you got home - you could hear the water running and all you could think of was how you were sure he’d be able to see what you did written on your face. Another stone.
“Hey babe, how was the trip?” he was all smiles and the accusatory pointed finger in your face never came. Instead he walked over to you and hugged you tightly, little beads of water dripping from his hair onto your shoulder.
“It was good, how was your day?” His voice lulled you, made you want to forget everything you’d done and it was easier trying to put the whole thing out of your mind than think about it in front of Charlie. It was a stupid mistake and it wasn’t even worth remembering. On Sunday it would be fixed. You were going to tell David to fuck off and then everything would go back to normal.
“It was good - I was thinking we could go out for dinner tonight. What do you think?” He was all smiles, all sweetness.
“Sure babe.” You tried to be happy. You tried to focus, but you could still feel the stretch of David’s fingers when you moved.
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I’ll be there in an hour, wear something pretty for me.
The text came in and your heart started racing. You had told Charlie that you were going to the school to prepare some work for tomorrow and he had just smiled and nodded. Told you to take your time - that he loved you.
You were determined to tell David that this was not going to become a thing. It was not going to escalate. You conveniently ignored the fact that you wore your cutest sundress, your sheer panties, the matching bra. It was a confidence thing. Nothing to do with David.
I’m here.
You practically ran out the door. It was to end things, you were in a hurry to end things. There was a big SUV waiting in the visitors parking lot and you saw him sitting, looking at his phone. He smiled when he saw you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach as you got into the front seat. He gave you a once over, the shortness of your dress, the fact that your hair was done - and smiled as he drove away from your building; from your life.
Tell him, tell him to turn around and to take you back home. To leave you alone forever.
“Where are we going?” Was what came out when you opened your mouth.
“Somewhere we can be alone.” Was all he said, his hand moved and rested on your thigh as he drove. You stared at it and to your shame and excitement, you didn’t move it away. He gripped your thigh possessively, stroking the inside of it and it made you ache.
Do it - move his hand away, tell him - go on.
You put your hand on his, but you couldn’t move it away. The heat from his big palm was seeping into your skin and instead you just pressed his hand with yours.
Pathetic.
You were in an abandoned parking garage a little while later and he parked in a far corner. Your blood was pumping and you were nervous. He unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat all the way back, so he was far away from the steering wheel.
“David, I don’t think-” You started speaking but he cut you off.
“Come over here.” He tapped his lap and your stomach dropped, you wanted to crawl over there so bad. You stared at him and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to be a brat? Come over here, if I have to ask again you’re going to be punished.” You felt the wave of arousal wash over you. What could he possibly mean? You didn’t want to find out - not yet anyway.
You crawled over the console awkwardly and sat in his lap, straddling him. He smiled at you and settled his hands on your thighs.
“Such a good girl for me, did you think about me?” He lifted your dress slightly and grabbed handfuls of your ass. You couldn’t help but groan, you could feel him hardening underneath you and you didn’t even register your hands coming up to wrap around his neck. They seemed to play with the hair at the nape of his neck on their own. How could he excite you so much? “Answer me baby, when I ask you a question you need to answer me.” He was kissing your neck, and slowly undoing the buttons of your sundress.
“Yes.” You breathed as he exposed your bra, the lace so fine it was completely transparent. He smiled as he studied you. Face flushed, dress bunched up around your thighs, lips parted.
“What did you think about?” He runs the pads of his fingers across the tops of your breasts as he speaks and you can’t even begin to rationalise why you’re doing this.
“I thought about you…” you tried to be coy but you knew he wouldn’t leave it there.
“What about me, did you think about me touching you? Tell me.” He separates his body from yours, you can see that he wants you to answer before he continues. You can feel your face getting flushed.
“I thought about what we did at the museum, your hands…” you unconsciously tried to get closer to him and he smiled. He smelled so good, you could feel his cock and it made you ache.
“You thought about my hands? Be specific, baby. Tell me what you thought about.” He started kissing the tops of your breasts, slowly making his way down, kissing every inch he could reach through the fabric. You could feel the slick pooling at your entrance, you knew what he wanted. Your mind briefly went back to Charlie, to how he was intimidated by dirty talk.
“I thought about how I could still feel your fingers in my pussy when I got home. They stretched me so good.” Your face was beet red and your skin was on fire. This was what he wanted. He rewarded you by pulling your bra down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were hard and begging for his mouth and he obliged; pulling you close so he could wrap his lips around one. His mouth was hot and you could feel his teeth just a little. Just enough to make you moan.
“Such a good girl for me, now you get a reward for being so good for daddy.” He bit your nipple a little harder than you thought and there was a bit of pain but it felt so good you let out a breathy moan. You felt him sucking and in the back of your mind, you knew this would leave a mark. Warning bells were going off, he couldn’t leave a mark. Charlie couldn’t see this.
He let go of one nipple to give the same attention to the other - it was so good you had to clutch at the back of his head, you wanted him closer. All thoughts of the marks forgotten when his tongue felt so good.
“Does it feel good? How wet are you right now baby?” He honed in on your nipple again, holding your breasts in his big hands and alternating between the two.
“Yes, god yes - it feels so good. I’m so wet for you…” All you could do was watch, watch as he licked and licked and licked until you were dizzy from the pleasure. Until you thought you might faint, until your nipples were overly sensitive and you could see the hickeys and the little bite marks.
“Show me how wet you are.” He pulled off and let you scoot back a little, you pulled your dress up and he saw the wet patch on your underwear. It was so bad it had soaked through onto his lap. The bulge in his jeans- a little darker. He groaned and skimmed his knuckle against the damp spot at your core and you shuddered. You were so keyed up from the attention he’d given your breasts that it wouldn’t take much at this point.
He undid his jeans and pulled himself out - his cock was so thick, your eyes widened - momentarily nervous. This whole thing just became real. Touching and words could be justified as a temporary madness, you didn’t know what you were doing. Sex, letting him fuck you - that would be the final line to cross. He saw the hesitation in your eyes.
You watched his hand grasp his cock and slowly start to stroke it between your legs, a pearly bead of precum on the head before his thumb swiped through it. Using it to make the strokes more fluid. He let you watch - saw your tongue lick your lips and he let you make the choice.
He waited for you to make the choice, but he didn’t make it easy.
“You see baby? You see how hard you make daddy's cock? I think about you, about how pretty you would look with it in your mouth, in your throat. About you bouncing on it - fucking you deep. Fucking my cum into you until you’re full of me.” He was working himself up, you could hear the slick strokes and you clenched, you needed him inside you.
Wordlessly, you pulled your panties to the side and scooted closer.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” He didn’t stop stroking and you felt yourself getting desperate. You were about to let this married man fuck you in his car, in the middle of a parking garage in broad daylight. You couldn’t remember ever being this excited in your life.
“I want your cock, I want you to fuck me - please.” You were not above begging right now.
He was merciful - he pulled you closer and rubbed his cock through your folds once - then he slid inside. The stretch made you gasp. It hurt a little bit, even with how wet you were.
“Look how well you’re taking me baby, I know it’s a lot - so tight, god you feel so good.” He rested his head on your chest while he let you get accustomed. “Need to get you a little wetter, wet enough to take my big cock.” He focused on your nipples again, making you cry out. You were so full and your nipples were so sensitive you didn’t think you could take any more.
“Please - please move, please make me cum.” You were so overwhelmed you were on the verge of tears. He bucked up once and you gasped - he was pressed up against the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars and you were moaning, you rolled your hips and as he bucked up into you and you knew the coil was about to snap. He snaked his hand down - pressing his thumb to your clit. Your slick was drenching his lap and you told him i’m gonna cum and he gripped your ass to really buck up and when you came he bit at your breast again.
“God you’re pussy gets so fucking wet when you cum, fuck - squeezing me so fucking tight, I’m going to think about this cunt later.” He came with a groan - open mouthed kisses on your breasts. You could feel his cum dripping out of you and you gave a silent prayer that you were on birth control.
You were not a virgin. You’d had sex before - you’d had good sex before. This wasn’t good sex. This was great sex -this was otherworldly and it scared you with how good you felt. Even with the bites and hickeys on your tits. How were you supposed to hide this? It was hard to feel the guilt when he was rubbing your back like this, when he was kissing your neck and loving you like this.
“You did so good baby - such a good girl for me.” He pulled you down to him by the back of your neck and he kissed you - his tongue running along the seam of your mouth. You granted him entrance and it was consuming, your hands gripped his hair and you clenched around him. He rewarded you with a groan into your mouth. Even with the guilt you couldn’t get close enough. His praise was like a tonic - you needed it and his kisses. You whimpered into his mouth and he knew. He knew what you needed. “My best girl, my beautiful girl. Took me so well, made me cum with that pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck and rubbed your back lovingly and you felt like a cat in a bright patch of sun under his praise. Cuddly and satiated as you burrowed into the crook of his neck.
“A few more minutes and then we have to go home.” He spoke into your hair as he let you take your comfort.
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“You okay babe?” Charlie's voice startled you when you walked into the apartment, your tote bag full of school things, untouched on your shoulder.
“Yes - why?” You answered too quickly - you expected him to see everything written on your face. You could still feel David's cock inside you, his cum currently pooled in your panties. Could feel your breasts were a little sore from his attention and that excited you more than it had any right to.
“Nothing just looks like you’ve seen a ghost - did you get a lot done? I made dinner by the way - your favourite.” He smiled from the couch, he was playing video games which was good. Would mean he wouldn’t intrude on you in the bathroom. The guilt was hot and heavy in your gut but you plastered a smile on your face.
“Yeah, lots of activities planned for the kids tomorrow. Thanks babe- i’m going to shower quickly.” You smiled and came over to kiss him on the forehead quickly. Making sure not to linger too quickly. You had no idea if you smelled like David. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“Okay honey, I’ll wait for you to eat.” He went back to his game.
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This was not good.
You were staring at yourself in the mirror naked, your breasts were full of hickeys, little bruises. Your nipples were puffy from David’s mouth and the soreness between your legs was insistent. The tell tale heart only it was under your clothes instead of your floorboards.
How the fuck am I going to hide this?
The lips of your sex were sensitive when you washed, you kept replaying the whole thing over in your mind and you still couldn’t believe you’d done this. Not only had you done it, you’d enjoyed it immensely. His words, god his words.
You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but compare them, Charlie and David. Polar opposites, especially in how they made you feel.
Charlie was dependable, he was home - pure comfort and love.
David was excitement, sex and filth and he made you so wet you couldn’t stand it. When he called you his good girl something inside you luxuriated, something was fulfilled that you didn't even realize needed fulfilling. You knew though, you knew this had to be a one time thing.
It couldn’t continue - you ignored that thing inside you that slithered, whispered that you couldn’t stop now - it was too good. You were really good at ignoring things it seemed.
It could have been considered cruel that Charlie’s blind acceptance of your excuse as to why you didn’t want to have sex annoyed you. You ignored that too.
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David smiled at the wet spot on his jeans when pulled into his driveway.
You had been so responsive, so open to his touch. So receptive of his words and his actions.
The look on your face when he had your tits in his mouth had made him so painfully hard, he was rougher than he meant to be. His original plan had been to ease you into it - soft touches and soft words until he knew you were ready but that little dress, the sheer bra. You were going to be trouble and he couldn’t wait.
It was clear that whoever the jackass was you were engaged to - he wasn’t doing you justice. He wasn’t wringing pleasure out of you like he should be. He could see how much you had enjoyed his attention - even the roughness, the bites and the marking. Thinking about those marks and hickeys on your nipples excited him even now.
He was glad he was home alone - he could put his clothes to wash.
He had so many plans.
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You managed to put David out of your mind when you went back to work. Your kids took up so much of your energy and it was nice to feel normal, you went so far as to delete his messages on your phone. Not before you saved his name as D, but nevermind that.
After a few days with no contact, you could almost pretend that you had hallucinated the whole thing. Until you saw the -thankfully- fading hickeys on your chest. You had told Charlie that you weren't feeling your best, that you wanted to keep your shirt on during your coupling and as always he agreed happily.
Seemed he could sense your inner peace, a message had come through late in the week while you were on your lunch break.
Free up Saturday night, be ready by 8
Your heart was racing, you could feel it in your clit. You didn’t answer, you wanted to make sure you could actually get away before responding but he didn’t like that. Another text came through.
I expect an answer.
Okay.
You texted back quickly.
Okay what…?
Oh god - you knew what he wanted you to write and it felt so wrong, so dirty but it excited you so much.
Okay daddy.
You blushed and covered your face, almost embarrassed, needing to see his reply but not wanting to face it at the same time.
That’s my good girl. Saturday at 8.
His praise was everything, it made your heart sing, made you feel light and giddy. You like being his good girl don’t you? That slithering thing again - you ignored it. It shamed you that the only thing you could do for the rest of the day, was try to think of a way to get rid of Charlie for the weekend.
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Charlie seemed pleasantly surprised, you had -very sneakily- messaged his best friend Jack that he should plan a boys weekend. That you thought he needed to have some fun. To stop thinking about the wedding. Oh god the wedding.
Jack had told you that Charlie was lucky you were so cool and that he’d plan something.
“Are you sure babe? I don’t have to go- it’s just a weekend at Jack’s cottage but I’m sure it’ll be fine if you came or if I stayed here.” You could see he wanted you to be happy, you stomped away the guilt.
“No you go ahead, Jack will be happy to have the boys there without the girlfriends or fiancé’s.” You gave him your most convincing smile. He smiled, promising that if you needed anything he would come back at the drop of a hat.
Not likely. You stomped the slithering thing down too.
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Charlie left on Thursday night, Jack insisted they stay there until Monday morning and you talked Charlie into going. You relished the idea of being alone, pretending at least in some fucked up part of your brain that you were single. That David was single - just two single adults without families, without any responsibilities or commitments.
When Saturday finally came you were on edge, you had started getting ready a couple of hours before in your excitement. You didn’t want to delve too deep into what that meant but nevertheless.
You focused your energy on making sure your hair looked good, moisturizing your skin - meaningless things that took up your time and helped you conveniently ignore that you were prepping for sex with a married man while your fiance was with his friends.
I’m here.
Your heart leapt, you spritzed your best perfume and made your way out. You couldn’t help but smile as you made your way down.
He was serious when you got into the car and for a moment you were afraid you’d displeased him somehow, it should have worried you how much you craved his approval - his praise.
“Hi.” You said shyly - hoping he’d notice your dress but he didn’t. He drove without a word. What had happened? You thought back to how he had comforted you - held you close and rubbed your back. You wanted that, you wanted a little tenderness before the filth came. It seemed as though he sensed your panic and he placed his hand on your thigh- it calmed you more than it should have.
“Hi baby.” he gave you a little smile and the slithering thing stretched and luxuriated. Everything was okay.
“Where are we going?” You asked him - even though you knew he probably wouldn’t tell you but he surprised you.
“To my house - I’m going to fuck you in my bed.” He spoke casually, completely unphased. His eyes focused on the road, on the streetlights and signs. He couldn’t see how your heart leapt, how the heat spread from your face to your ears, leaving splotches of pink on your chest.
“But - what about?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, your wife.
“She took the girls to their grandparents - I have the house to myself for the weekend. So i’m going to take advantage. Going to take you home - spread you out on my bed and I’m going to do all of the things I’ve been thinking about this whole week.” He spoke as he turned onto a neat little street, full of spaced out homes. Houses that screamed soccer moms and wall-street dads. White picket fences and minivans.
The house both matched him and it didn’t. It made sense that he’d be able to afford this - your thoughts went back to the designer bag Mrs. York brought to your meeting. The SUV you were sitting in had leather seats, it was probably brand new, Carol probably drove a Mercedes. They obviously had money.
You noticed that the lights outside the house were off - didn’t want his neighbours to see him bringing a woman who was definitely not his wife home on a Saturday night. He guided you to the house wordlessly and the guilt reared its ugly head at the sight of two bikes, casually tossed onto the porch. This man was married; had a family and here you were - wet and itching to get underneath him.
It was worse when you got in the house, his wife very much present in all things. Her shoes at the door, her sweater draped over a tasteful sectional. Little avatars of his children were scattered here too - dolls clothes, the evidence of a school project you had assigned. Graded work and colourful pictures drawn by little hands held up by souvenir magnets on the fridge. Visible even from outside the kitchen. Evidence of his life which shouldn’t have had any space for you.
Tell him to take you home right this minute your brain berated you. Your conscience was begging you to take back your life- this could only end badly. You thought of your upcoming wedding, of your sweet fiance who doted on you. On the boring unfulfilling sex the slithering thing added.
You thought all these things and more, but your legs carried you wherever he led. Your pussy dripped for him, your mouth stayed shut. Instead you followed him dutifully up the stairs - passed rooms with colourful block letters, rooms his daughters slept in. The cream coloured carpet under your feet was plush and it cushioned the sound of your steps - steps that took you passed a home office. You could see him there, sitting and working while his daughters played. While his wife cooked dinner.
You had no business here and yet, you kept walking.
The bedroom was tasteful, it was decorated with soft colours, taupes and beiges. The bed was neatly made - piled high with pillows and cushions. You could see them on this bed, David and Carol here, fucking in this bed. It was a curious feeling, you weren’t jealous; you had no reason to be. You had Charlie and he had Carol, was he looking for the same thing in you that you had found in him? He didn’t seem like the kind of man to settle.
You were looking around; so lost in your thoughts you barely heard him approach you and before you knew it he was wrapped around you and the thoughts melted away. His hands burned a path across your skin wherever they touched you.
“I fuck my wife in this bed. I fuck her and think of you. I think about how wet you got when I got your tits out. How wet you get when you cum.” he spoke into your ear and you had to take a deep breath, the ease with which he spoke to you like this was astounding. He walked you toward the bed until you had no choice but to sit.
“You look so pretty when you blush baby.” he ran his hand through your hair, gripping it a little tight, pulling it back so your neck was craned up to him - it pulled a gasp out of your mouth.
“I keep thinking about you like this - looking up at me.” He was taking in everything about you - his gaze travelling the length of your body. “I don’t want to have to ask you things twice tonight. I know you’re going to be a good girl. Are you excited?”
“Yes, very excited.” You answered quickly and he smiled.
“Open your mouth for me baby, show daddy how excited you are.” He started undoing his pants and you unconsciously scooted closer to him. Everything about him lit a fire within you and the thought of his cock in your mouth was making you drool.
He was already hard, you looked up at him through your lashes; tongue out and ready.
“My pretty girl - look at you, so gorgeous like this. Mouth open ready for my cock.” He held himself in one hand while the other held your chin. You licked the bead of precum from the tip and almost moaned. “Tongue out.” He thrust into your mouth slowly- letting you get accustomed to his size, pushing a little deeper each time. You made to raise your hands but he pulled away.
“No baby, not yet, let me fuck your mouth, be good for me - get your tits out for me.” You moaned as you pulled your shirt and bra down. He groaned at the faint marks on your nipples from the last time you were together and continued.
You were so wet, you could feel your panties sticking to you. You sat there as still as you could while he repeatedly slid his cock into your mouth. He would push until he hit your throat and wait until you gagged and then pull out, until you felt the tears sliding down your cheeks. You felt depraved with his precum and your spit dripping onto your chest but the sounds he was making were worth it.
“Look at you, so fucking pretty like this baby, you’re being so good, such a good girl for me. I could cum just like this.” You moaned at his words, at his praise, at the taste of him. He switched your positions so you were standing between his spread legs on the bed. He slowly took your clothes off, kissing your stomach as he went.
“Look at that- look how wet this pretty pussy is. Is all this from having my cock in your mouth baby?” He ran his fingers along your lower lips, all pretty and glossy for him. He kept his touch feather light while he waited for a response.
“Yes, yes you make me this wet, your hands, your mouth, your cock - you.” You brought your hands up to touch his hair and he let you, his hand keeping that slow rhythm - driving you mad with want. He licked at your nipples again while you stood there, steadily gripping his hair tighter and tighter. He pulled away momentarily to take the rest of his clothes off, and when he was done you walked over to him again but before you could mount him he got up and walked around to the side of the bed facing a full length mirror.
You made to straddle him but he stopped you, turning you so you faced away from him; he wanted you to see yourself.
“Look at you, look at how pretty you look. You’re going to watch as Daddy fucks you. We’re both going to watch you bounce on my cock.” He kissed your hip, and bit at your asscheek playfully. You swallowed hard, thinking back to Charlie and knew he never would have thought of this.
He pulled you down and guided himself into your soaked center- the stretch of him making you groan and flutter around him. He spread your legs with his knees, you could see where you were joined in the mirror and the vision of you like that was dizzying. You could hardly recognize yourself like this, your skin was flushed, lips parted, hair dishevelled. You could still see your spit on your chest - you gasped when he bucked up.
“Look how well you take me? Look how well you're taking my cock, does it feel good? Do you like watching?” He moved his hands from their steady grip at your hips, up to grab your tits.
“Yes - god yes Daddy, it feels so good.” You were unhinged. Feeling his cock splitting you open was one thing, seeing it disappear into your body brought the whole thing to another level.
“My best girl, this is my pussy. Mine.” His movements were getting frantic and you couldn’t help but moan, your slick soaking his lap at his words. “Say it, tell me it’s mine.” He brought one hand down to rub perfect little circles at your clit and your climax raced up to hit you. You came with a god yes and he stilled his movements. Your cunt squeezing him so tightly he could barely move. He stood up quickly and put your hands up against the mirror without pulling out.
“Hold still for me, I want you to watch yourself get fucked.” You moaned, you were so wet the sounds were obscene, a wet slap against your ass. It was so dirty, the way he grabbed at you. The way he held your shoulder so he could fuck you harder than you’d ever been fucked and it was too much. You felt on the verge of tears at the intensity but he kept going, until you felt him cum inside you. Felt him dripping out of you and onto that lush carpet.
You couldn’t remember how many times he’d made you cum. All you knew was you were tired, your body spent, your cunt was sore, your tits were sore - your muscles. Everything - but still he wanted more.
He pulled you into the shower to wash your combined pleasure off, but he coaxed more pleasure out of you with his fingers as the water soothed you slightly.
You laid in his bed, maybe even in Carol’s spot with his head between your thighs. He told you how good your pussy tasted, how he owned it; and he did.
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Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??
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1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”
Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.
You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"
How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.
You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.
And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.
He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.
Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"
"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.
"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.
He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.
The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"
He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.
Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."
He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.
With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."
The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-
Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.
You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.
"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"
He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.
It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.
When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.
You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.
"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.
He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."
Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.
You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.
You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."
Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.
"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.
With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."
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