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[ncytiri]

if you keep swallowing the anger back, it's going to choke you

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[harryspet]

bambi eyes (6) r.cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, DUBCON, dd/lg, sugar daddy rafe, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression. little editing, barry doing barry things 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: Enjoy!

word count: 4.5k

In which your Daddy finally takes you to the country club.

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You were reading—slowly but surely. You took each sentence of the chapter book word by word, sounding out each syllable until it made sense to you. With a pink highlighter, you marked over every word you didn’t know the meaning of. You’d ask Rafe about those later or spend some time flipping through the dictionary. You flipped around in the cloud of linens you called a bed, attempting to find another comfortable position. You were reading about a girl with cat-like superpowers and the adventures she went on with her pet cats. 

Lana had told you about all the stray cats she feeds out by her house and how a lot of them will let her pet them once they’ve been around her long enough. You’ve been doing your absolute best to stay on Rafe’s good side, knowing the next thing you’d ask him was if he’d let you get a cat. You knew there were plenty out there that needed good homes, just like you did at one point. 

You didn’t ask him to take you anywhere unless he invited you. And after that lady had that outburst at the grocery store with him, his invites became less frequent. Every week, he took you to ballet practice and straight home. You reminded yourself to be grateful even for that experience since it kept your boredom at bay. When your Daddy called, you came straight away. When he told you to stay in your room, you stayed. When he held your wrist so hard that they bruised, you kept tears from escaping your eyes. When he brought you a present, you thanked him with your words and happily with your mouth. 

A knock at your door caused you to sit up straight. You didn’t ever need to respond with “come in,” as the knock was just a warning that he was coming in, not a request. Rafe eyed you, the crinkles in his eyes letting you know he needed sleep before he looked down at his expensive gold watch. “If I’m not mistaken, I was invited to a one-o’clock tea party and lunch, and my host has yet to retrieve me.”

You palmed your face, your cheeks heating up. “I lost track of time, sorry.” You closed your book, stood, and straightened out your short gingham dress, “Everything should be ready though. Bunny is dressed. I just need help carrying all the guests.”

Before you could leave your book on the bed, Rafe said, “Bring it. I want you to read me somethin’.”

You agreed although the idea made you nervous. You grabbed Bunny, who was dressed in a matching gingham outfit, and then directed Rafe over to your mountain of stuffed animals. Impressively, he grabbed the six stuffed animals in one fell swoop, “Got ‘em, let’s go.”

Now that it was starting to get nicer outside, Lana suggested turning your tea parties into picnics on the front lawn. She’d laid out a floral linen sheet and placed a beautiful flower centerpiece in the middle, along with a wicker basket. You took your stuffed animals one by one from Rafe’s hand, placing them perfectly along the edge of the sheet, “And you sit here, Daddy,” You directed him and waited for him to get comfortable, “I’ll go get the sweet tea and finger sandwiches!” 

“Don’t run!” Rafe shouted after you as you hurried back into Tannyhill. As soon as you were out of his line of sight, you picked up your speed, looking to find Lana. 

You found Lana in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the array of desserts, “These look beautiful, Lana!” You exclaimed as she finished piping pink icing onto the cupcakes. You opened the fridge to grab the pitcher of sweet tea. “Did you make sure to add extra lemons? He really likes extra lemons-“ 

“Yes, I did, I know,” Lana responded, “Don’t be so worried, it’s just Rafe.” 

You set the pitcher on the counter, taking a deep breath, “He wants to hear me read my book, Lana.”

“So? You’ve been doing so well in our lessons! You sound great to me when you’re reading and you’re only going to get better. The long, fancy words will come later,” She lifted the tray of sandwiches and desserts and you took it into your hands, “You’re a smart girl.” 

“I am?” Lana smiled warmly, making sure you were carefully holding both the pitcher and tray. 

“Yes, you are,” She assured you, “Go enjoy your lunch. Afterward, you’ll help me with the laundry, right?”

You beamed back at her, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” 

When you made your way back to the front lawn, Rafe was where you left him but his phone was pressed to his ear. As soon as he saw you, he said, “---Everyone has dirt. Everyone has a weakness. Find it. I gotta go, I really don’t want to hear about this shit again.”  You carefully set down the tray and pitcher, Rafe having intense conversations over the phone having become very natural to you. 

Rafe let out an annoyed breath, setting his phone down, “Doesn’t it look delicious, Daddy?” You asked, cutting through the tension. 

Rafe nodded, “It does. This is the highlight of my day,” He admitted, “You’re the highlight of my day, Bambi.” 

Your nervousness slowly turned into eagerness as Rafe looked at you. He always looked at you like you were something precious, even if you felt the opposite, and you found that you could easily be yourself around him. Although it seemed you were figuring out who you were every day that you were at Tannyhill. 

You poured Rafe’s drink into an antique-looking glass, one that Lana had entrusted you with taking care of, “Made just how you like it,” You handed it to him and promptly began to hand out the rest of the dishware, making sure Bunny and your stuffed animals had tiny replicas of them. With small tongs, you carefully placed sandwiches on your and Rafe’s plates, “I like pickles now. They aren’t so bad.”

“Oh, thank God,” Rafe responded with his mouth full, already halfway through his first sandwich, “I was really worried there for a second.”

You giggled, “You were worried?”

“I was as soon as you tried one and said you didn’t like it,” Rafe said, which made you laugh more, “This just confirms you’re perfect. And open-minded. And beautiful.”

“Me liking pickles means that I’m beautiful.” You were trying to follow his logic, your cheeks heated in embarrassment, but he interrupted you with a messy kiss.

As you finished up lunch, you found yourself entangled with Rafe, your legs over his lap and leaning against his chest as you opened up your book. You hoped starting with chapter one would make it easier, knowing you’d read it at least five times this morning. Luckily, you now had someone who could tell you the meaning of the words you had the most trouble with. Rafe used the strategy of not only defining the word but using it in an example sentence. 

“Ill-u-min-ate.”

“Every time you walk into a room, you illuminate it with your beauty.” 

“Haz-ar-dous.”

“It would be very hazardous to get between me and my Bambi.”

“Fuh-ruh-strat-ed.”

“Seeing you naked gets me extremely frustrated.”

“I thought you said it meant to angry,” You countered, and you could feel him grinning. 

“Words can mean different things,” He spoke cryptically, “Hey, you know, I’m really impressed with your reading, Bambi.”

You straightened up and turned to look at him, “You mean it?”

“I’m really proud of you,” he nodded. “I wasn’t sure if Lana could help you all on her own, but I think you’re making good progress.” 

You wrapped your arms around him, immediately needing to physically express your satisfaction, your weight effectively toppling the two of you over. Pride was a new feeling that you were getting used to. “Does this mean I could go to a real school? Like in the movies? Maybe law school? Like Elle Woods?” You straddled Rafe, his hands gently exploring the backs of your thighs.

“Are you talking about Legally Blonde?” Rafe’s eyebrows raised, his eyes undoubtedly flashing to a past memory, probably related to his sisters, “Did Lana show you that?”

“It was really good,” You nodded, “How far away is Stanford?”

“Far,” Rafe stated, and you got the feeling he wasn’t explaining as much as he could, “Let’s not  — uh, let’s focus on just reading a chapter book. Once you’re reading like Shakespeare and shit, we can talk about college.” 

“Okay,” You agreed, pressing your nose to his, “How many books do I have to read before we get a kitty cat, Daddy?”

“I see what you did there,” Rafe stared you down. You gave him a mischievous look as you pressed your lower half closer to his. “I think Daddy’s going to need a lot of convincing on that idea as well.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Rafe’s fingers trailing over your panties, “What can I do to convince you, Rafey?”

You saw the lust in his eyes. That was one nickname he seemed to like even more than Daddy. “Slide those panties to the side and take Daddy’s cock out.”

“But the guards–” You rushed out, and Rafe’s grip tightened on your thighs. 

“You didn’t seem to mind when you climbed on top of me,” Rafe countered, “C’mon, you have to finish what you started, little girl.”

After those words, you tried to ignore the idea of one of Rafe’s men catching a glimpse of what the two of you were doing. You did as Rafe said but as timidly and covertly as possible, sliding your panties to the side and then undoing his zipper. Like Rafe had taught you before, you spit into your hand, rubbing the liquid against your hole and using the rest to lubricate his tip. 

You looked Rafe in the eyes before he could command you to, and Rafe gave you the same proud look that he had on his face when he complimented your reading skills. Rafe sat up on his hands, and as you placed him against your entrance, you made sure the skirt of your gingham dress was fully covering your ass. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slowly enveloped every inch of him. 

You whimpered into his ear, already feeling overwhelmed. Your thighs burned as you tried to move up and down his length, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were doing it wrong. You and Rafe didn’t often have sex in this position, and if you did, Rafe would just end up pinning your hips in place and thrusting up into you. In this position, you were almost in complete control, and it made each sensation feel even more heightened. 

“Grind into me,” Rafe spoke huskily, “It’ll feel better that way.”

You started to roll your hips against him, and instantly you felt something building within you. With that motion, you could feel your clit rubbing against him. As you controlled the speed and how deep he was inside of you, you adjusted it entirely to your liking, and it surprised you how good you made yourself feel, “You gonna make yourself cum on my cock, Bambi?”

You gave him a shaky nod, “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

You whimpered into his ear, suddenly burning up even though you were directly under the sun. “Thank you, thank you,” you muttered breathlessly. “Thank you, Rafey.”

“Look at you,” Rafe said, “My grateful little girl is squeezing me so good. Keep going, baby.”

Rafe squeezed you tightly in his arms like he was hugging you as you felt him fill your insides. “Fuck,” Rafe grunted in your ear, “Didn’t know you were so good at that.”

Rafe was doing something he promised himself he’d never do. 

Maybe this would’ve been an option at the beginning of their relationship when he wasn’t so attached. The idea of doing this now … every fiber of his being was telling him that this was wrong. “Everybody has a weakness. You told me that, right? I did some digging. Some super fucking deep digging,” Barry had started. 

Atlantic Crest Properties is one of Cameron Development’s biggest rivals both on the island and the mainland. Nathaniel Sterling, the CEO, was one of Ward’s closest friends, but since his death, Rafe had struggled to maintain Nathan’s favor. In fact, he disliked Rafe so much that he was purposely starting to poach Cameron Development’s construction laborers and spreading misinformation about the company’s financial status. 

Rafe had worked hard to dig the company out of debt, and Sterling was preventing future investors from giving the company a chance, “There’s this high-end bar on the mainland that he always visits, placed called the Platinum Parlor. This guy is there every weekend, at least. One of my boys tells me that the place is basically a front for a swingers club. They won’t let you in unless you’re a member, and there’s like secret codes you use to, you know, get access to what you’re looking for.”

“Get to the point, please.”

“Basically, he’s a freak. He always asks for a girl named Venus. My boy was telling me this, and I realized I knew that girl; she used to buy from me. I rode over there looking for her before her shift started, and I offered her some powder for some information. She couldn’t tell me everything, but he’s shown her videos of him doing some stuff, and he always asks that she wear pigtails, a plaid skirt, glasses, the whole school-girl look …” Rafe listened as Barry delved further into all the debauchery he’d heard. 

“...what are you implying, Barry?”

“I’m trying to say you have the perfect tool to solve yo’ problem. This is the only thing the dude gets off on, and I know his wife ain’t home dressing up for him. You have the most innocent girl in the world, and she actually likes wearing her hair in pigtails.”

“I know you’re not telling me I should let him fuck her–”

“No, no, Rafe! I’m saying that you can let him think that he can for as long as you need him to. That’s your in.”

“Fuck, I don’t wanna do that.”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing you’ve ever done, country club.”

Barry was right about that. 

You liked the way the Kooks dressed, and they all seemed to exude happiness. They matched and coordinated every piece of their outfits, and even the ones playing sports had at least one piece of expensive-looking jewelry on. 

Rafe’s black polo and khaki shorts were nicely pressed, and he looked every bit like a seasoned golfer. He also gripped the golf cart’s wheel in one hand, carefully and quickly navigating the expansive green course. 

After you made your first stop, Rafe started by showing you the basics of acting as his caddy. He pointed at the clubs he would most likely be using and made you practice grabbing them. He also placed you in charge of keeping up the scorecard, slowly explaining all the numbers you were meant to help keep track of. You quickly learned this was a more complicated game than you imagined, and you weren’t sure how much fun it would actually be to play it.

Still, you were overjoyed that Rafe had even invited you out of the house to the country club, of all places. You spent a total of two hours deciding what to wear that morning until Rafe ultimately made the decision for you, choosing a short-sleeve, collared white dress. He also helped you tame your hair into two high ponytails wrapped in pink bows. As soon as you saw how cute you looked, you made sure to ask Rafe if they made golf dresses in Bunny’s size. 

You watched intently as Rafe stepped up to the first tee, positioning his feet and adjusting his grip on the club with practiced ease. With a smooth swing, he sent the ball soaring through the air, landing neatly on the fairway with a satisfying thud.

“Wow,” Your mouth hung open as you watched, “That was amazing, Rafey!”

“You wanna try it?” 

Hands behind your back, you nervously stepped closer, “Relax,” Rafe said, “I’m gonna help you.”

The actual golf club was much heavier than you were expecting and probably too tall for you, but Rafe adjusted your position accordingly. You felt him pressed against your back, his strong arms enveloping your frame and his hands wrapped around yours. “You’re always going to start with a tight grip, and then it’s all about your stance.” Rafe placed his leg between yours, kicking your feet apart until they were about shoulder-lengths apart, “Bend your knees for me, sweet girl.” 

“This feels … hazardous,” You tried and you felt Rafe’s chest vibrate as he chuckled. 

He stepped back from you, “Try bizarre,” You nodded, mouthing the word quietly, but kept your stance, “But you look great. Now, for the backswing. When you swing, you’re going to keep your arms straight and shoulders relaxed, and I want you to turn your upper half until the club is all the way back.”

You tried to follow his list of instructions, but Rafe ended up grabbing ahold of you again to demonstrate the motion, “You’re going to let the club flow naturally through the ball,” He guided you until you were ready to entirely give it a go, “You got this, Bambi.”

You obeyed Rafe’s final instruction and were surprised that you actually hit the ball, although it landed about five feet in front of you. “Look!” you jumped from excitement. 

“You did it,” Rafe grinned, “Wanna try again?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice trailed off as another golf cart approached. Instinctively, you closed the gap between you and Rafe. 

“Mr. Cameron!” An older gray-haired man, maybe in his 50s, approached, grin hidden partially by a thick mustache, “So lovely of you to grace this fine club with your presence after so many years.”

His deep and commanding voice soon matched his stature as he climbed out of the cart. A shorter, younger man was riding in the passenger side. A gold name tag was pinned to the left side of his chest. “Mr. Sterling,” Rafe greeted back, and you looked up to see a tight, slightly painful grin on his lips. “From what I’ve heard, you frequent this place a little too much. Do they have a reserved parking spot for you yet?”

Mr. Sterling let out a pinched laugh.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” 

It was then that the tall man made deep, soul-searching eye contact with you, “Bambi, this is Nathaniel Sterling. He owns Atlantic Crest Properties, which operates here on the island. Nathaniel, this is my girlfriend, Bambi.”

Nathaniel reached out a hand, and you officially felt you’d been thrown into the spotlight. You hadn’t interacted with anyone outside of Tannyhill or your ballet class. Rafe nodded slightly, signaling that it was okay to accept his hand. The man’s grip was strong and calloused.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bambi,” He greeted you. 

“Hi,” You spoke softly, “You do work like Rafe does?”

“Oh, yes, and much better, sweetheart,” You smiled, believing he was trying to make a joke, “I saw your swing on the way up. With some more practice, I can see you becoming a pretty good player.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened. 

“Rafe’s gonna have to get you your own set of clubs,” Nathaniel smirked. “Or maybe you can have my daughter’s since she only uses them sparingly anymore.”

“That would be–” The words came out faster than you could stop them, “That’s a really kind offer, Mr. Sterling.” 

You looked up at Rafe, excited by the offer, “I’m sure I can afford a new set,” Rafe stated. 

“Anyways,” Mr. Sterling coughed to clear the tension, “If the two of you aren’t too exhausted after your game, you should join me at the Steakhouse for an early dinner. Why waste the opportunity for us to catch up.”

You got a similar feeling to when you were around Barry and Rafe, like the two of them were having a conversation with their eyes. Mr. Sterling seemed intimidating, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to see more of this place. 

“Sound good,” Rafe agreed, which you were grateful for, “We’ll see you there.”

After playing a few more holes and Rafe finishing your crash course on golf, he started showing you around. There were two Olympic-sized pools, a spa, daycare, and gym, and they even offered horse rides along the beach on special occasions. The two of you explored a women’s boutique—well, you explored it while Rafe had a conversation over the phone with Barry. You noticed Mr. Sterling’s name come up a few times but became distracted when you saw the perfect dress. 

Although you thought Rafe might say it was too fancy for dinner, Rafe immediately called the attendant over so you could try it on. It was princess style, with short sleeves tied with cream-colored ribbons and a skirt flowing out in three tiers. The attendant helped you into the corset, and you were practically locked in by the time you showed Rafe. 

He was already leaning against the payment counter, black card in hand. “We’ll take it; she’s going to wear it out,” he said as you twirled around. “You want anything else?”

“No,” You spoke breathlessly. “This is perfect. Thank you, Rafe!”

Rafe entwined his fingers with yours and held your hand throughout the entire walk to the restaurant. You found Mr. Sterling waiting for you at a table in the corner of the restaurant, with large windows on either side of him that looked out onto the beach. As he waved you over, Rafe leaned down to whisper to you, “You don’t have to say anything or answer any question you don't want to.” 

“Okay,” You said softly, knowing he was just looking out for you. 

“Rafe, Bambi,” He said as the two of you approached. You took the seat closest to the window after Rafe pulled it open for you, “How was the rest of your game?”

Despite the words he just told you, Rafe looked at you first as if he wanted you to answer, “It was really good,” You replied, trying to maintain a certain level of confidence, “I learned a lot and, uhm, the weather was just really perfect today.”

“I agree, it’s a beautiful day, and let me also say how beautiful you look in your dress, Bambi,” You had to glance away, a reflexive gesture to hide the embarrassed gesture that reached your face. You smiled despite the fact that your face was trembling, “It’s new?”

“Y-Yes, thank you. That’s—" You remembered the menu sitting on the table in front of you, and then you realized you were far too nervous at that moment to try to read it. “Do they have ice cream here?” you blurted out. 

Rafe’s lips parted, but Nathaniel interrupted, “I think you’ll be quite happy with the dessert selection. Order whatever you like,” You felt Rafe’s hands suddenly on your thigh. He was trying to hide how tense was, but it wasn’t working. 

When the waiter approached, Rafe ordered for you, which you were grateful for: chicken fingers, mac and cheese, and apple juice. He then went ahead and ordered you a dessert called strawberry crunch ice cream cake. 

Rafe and Nathaniel bantered for a while about business and things related to Kildare that you didn’t fully understand. For the most part, you focused on enjoying your food and addressing Nathaniel whenever he addressed you. Some of your nervousness washed away because the man seemed to smile and laugh in reaction to every word that you said as if you were the most amusing thing in the world. 

Halfway through the dinner, you leaned over to whisper in Rafe’s ear. 

“I need to go potty.”

Rafe nodded before pointing across the restaurant where he knew the bathroom was, “It’s over there. Go straight there and come back, please,” Rafe felt you squeeze his hand before you got up from your seat. 

Usually, he’d love to watch you walk away, but his eyes were entirely fixed on Nathaniel, who was watching you intently. 

“She’s quite … cute,” the man said sincerely, as if he were thinking deeply. “She’s so pure … hard to believe she was a whore when you found her.”

Rafe squinted, nodding his head, “She was never a whore, Nathaniel.”

“She knows how to fuck, doesn’t she?” 

“She comes from unfortunate circumstances, yes, but I’d appreciate it – greatly – if you didn’t call her that,” Rafe tone was sharp as he leaned closer, elbows on the table, “I really want to work something out with you, Nathaniel, but you’re not going to treat me like I’m just Ward’s son. I want something from you, and you want something from me. I’ll respect you if you treat me the same.”

“You’ve grown attached,” Nathaniel seemed to brush off Rafe’s intensity, “I apologize. Really, I’ve spent a short time with her, and I’m already quite enamored. I admire you, Rafe. You’ve trained her quite nicely.”

“She’s a good girl,” Rafe tried to set his emotions aside, and the feelings he had about you that seemed to make him go crazy. He needed to be cold. He needed to be the Rafe who’s able to pull a trigger and not feel any remorse, “She’s under tight lock and key. She’s under my watch, and I know exactly where she is 24/7.”

“Cameras?” Nathaniel’s interest peaked. 

“In her playroom,” Rafe shrugged.

“Huh,” The man’s jaw clicked, “I want pictures and videos, at the very least.”

This is what Rafe wanted but he couldn’t help but feel pause. The man in front of him was desperate. He could own Nathaniel with the knowledge he was giving up and the secrets that you could probably draw from in. It was dangerous involving you, but what Barry said was true, you were going to open doors for him. 

“At the very least?”

“Yeah, everything after that we can negotiate.”

Rafe could only think for a minute because you were happily skipping back towards the table. Your hands were cradled together, open towards him and holding peppermints, “Look, Rafe, they had a whole bowl of free mints in the bathroom,” You chirped, “I’m going to save some of these for Lana if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s fine.” Rafe smiled at you. “I was just telling Nathaniel about the amazing tea parties you like to throw.”

As you plopped down in your seat, your princess-style dress puffing up and then deflating like a balloon, your eyes widened. “It’s really fun!” you added. “Next time, I want to paint tea-cup handles. You should come, Mr. Sterling. Is that okay?”

The two men exchanged glances before Nathaniel narrowed his eyes back on you, running a hand over his face to smooth down his mustache, “That sounds delightful, sweetheart.”

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[lumberrobot]

Floral Sentiments

pham hanni x fem!reader

notes: found this random prompt on this site so might as well try to write something with it 'cause I was too lazy to think of an actual plot oiaiwdiwd (adv happy birthday hanni :DD)

warning/s: first post wapondiwnf

genre: fluff

prompt: person a owns a flower shop and person b comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “how do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”

Hanni was used to quiet mornings in her flower shop. The soft hum of the shop's speakers, mingling with the subtle fragrance of fresh blooms, always put her at ease. Sipping her tea, she glanced at her to-do list—rearranging vases, watering the orchids—nothing out of the ordinary. She figured it would be a slow day. No major holidays loomed on the horizon, aside from those quirky ones no one really celebrated. Who the hell buys flowers for No Pants Day?

Mid-rearranging a vase of sunflowers, their golden petals glowing like tiny suns, the familiar chime of the doorbell broke her tranquility. She turned to see a girl, about her age, standing by the counter. Dark eyes, arms crossed, a scowl softening as she took in the shop’s surroundings. Hanni removed her gloves and walked over, curiosity piqued.

The girl slapped a $20 bill on the counter without so much as a greeting. “How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flowers?”

Hanni blinked. Did I hear that right? She tilted her head slightly, unsure how to respond.

"Uh, excuse me, what?" Hanni asked, her voice tentative. She tried not to stare, but the girl's unexpected beauty and intensity threw her off balance.

“Did I stutter?” the girl snapped, though the sharpness in her voice softened. Her shoulders relaxed, and a small, awkward smile crept across her lips. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”

Hanni let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “No worries,” she said, grinning. “Just... I’ve never had that kind of request before.”

The girl chuckled, her posture loosening even more. "Yeah, I figured. Thanks for not kicking me out. I’m Y/N, by the way."

“Hanni” she replied, still amused by the oddness of it all.

Y/N nodded, then sighed, frustration flickering across her face. “Long story, trust me.”

“Well,” Hanni said, glancing around the empty shop, “lucky for you, I’ve got all day.”

She gestured for Y/N to take a seat, and the girl hesitated before pulling out a chair from the corner of the small shop. As Y/N settled down, Hanni caught a glimpse of the tension in her face—something deeper than just the initial shock value of the request.

“So,” Hanni began, “what’s the story behind the flower-inspired ‘fuck you’?”

Y/N leaned back, exhaling as if she were about to confess a deep secret. She stared at a bouquet nearby, eyes narrowing. “So, there’s this guy…”

Hanni raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, letting Y/N explain. Flower shop drama wasn’t new to her, but Y/N didn’t seem like the type to send a bouquet for a simple apology.

“He’s my co-worker. Always making these little comments—like, pretending to compliment me but really putting me down,” Y/N muttered, frustration clear in her voice.

“Backhanded compliments,” Hanni said knowingly.

“Exactly. So, I want to give him something subtle that says, ‘I’m not as dumb as you think I am, and you should really watch yourself.’” Y/N smirked, her intensity returning.

Hanni’s eyes lit up with a playful glint. “Oh, I can work with that.”

She moved around the shop, scanning the flowers and tapping her chin in thought. A few minutes later, she started rearranging various blooms, carefully crafting a combination that would carry the perfect passive-aggressive undertone. Y/N watched as Hanni worked, her frown melting into curiosity.

The bouquet slowly took shape, flowers layered in ways that would seem beautiful at first glance but carried hidden messages for those who knew what to look for. Hanni worked in silence, fully focused, occasionally glancing up to see if Y/N approved. Y/N, for her part, seemed content to let Hanni work her magic.

After what felt like a short eternity, Hanni stepped back, admiring her creation. “There you go,” she said, giving a small, satisfied smile. “This should get your message across.”

Y/N inspected the bouquet with a satisfied smile. “This is perfect. Thanks, Hanni.”

As she reached for her bag, she paused, as if considering something. “Hey, one more thing…”

Hanni, still basking in the satisfaction of crafting such an unusual bouquet, looked up. “Yeah?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, an almost shy look crossing her face. “If I wanted to, you know, take someone out on a date… What kind of flowers should I get?”

The question caught Hanni off guard. A small, inexplicable pang of disappointment bloomed in her chest. She forced a smile, her thoughts racing. So she likes someone already?

“Oh, well… I’d say something simple, elegant. Something that shows interest but not too over the top. Maybe…” She trailed off, resisting the urge to let her emotions show. After a brief pause, Hanni quickly pulled together a response that was vague but safe. “Something that makes a good impression, but leaves room for more.”

Y/N smiled, clearly liking the idea. “Got it. Thanks again, Hanni.”

With that, Y/N turned and left, bouquet in hand, the bell above the door chiming softly as she disappeared into the street.

Hanni stood there, watching her leave, a strange heaviness settling in her chest. She shook her head, trying to brush off the disappointment. It was silly.

Y/N was just another customer… right?

=========

The next day, Hanni arrived at her shop early, her thoughts still swirling with the remnants of her encounter with Y/N. As she approached the door, ready to unlock it, something caught her eye.

On the doorstep lay a beautiful bouquet, a gorgeous arrangement—simple, elegant, just like she had described, wrapped delicately in brown paper and tied with twine. A note was tucked among the flowers, and Hanni’s heart raced as she crouched down to pick it up.

Opening the note, she read:

“For you. Hope you like them. - Y/N”

Below the message, Y/N’s number was written neatly in her familiar handwriting. Hanni stared at the flowers, a warm smile spread across her face as she took in the arrangement. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what had just happened.

As she finally unlocked the door and stepped inside, the sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over the flowers. She placed the bouquet on the counter, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest.

Maybe Y/N wasn’t just another customer after all.

[atomicladytimetravel]

Mirror Mirror

Summary: No Outbreak AU. After an upsetting encounter with a young girl at Sephora, Joel has to show his wife just how beautiful she is. Established relationship. No physical description of the character, just that she’s female and has hair long enough to gather into a ponytail. She = You. I just wanted to try a different format. Inspired by the many Sephora brat TikToks I’ve seen and my own depraved imagination. There may be a sequel later.

Warnings: Dom!Joel, Daddy kink (slight dd/lg vibes), throat fucking, choking, fingering, squirting, oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, spanking, mirror play, unprotected sex, creampie. So…just general depravity. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.

Word count: 3,692

This has been edited. I realized I missed a whole chunk of text 😩

“Joel, have you been using my good shampoo? I just bought this bottle and I’m almost out.”

Joel Miller’s wife appears behind where he’s sitting on the couch, shampoo bottle in hand. She walks around to stand in front of him, brandishing the mostly empty bottle.

“Oh…yeah,” he admits sheepishly. “I like the way it makes my hair look.”

“No wonder you’ve been extra irresistible lately,” she giggles, tousling his very soft hair. “I’m gonna make a run to Sephora to get more. I’ll just get a bigger bottle.”

She grabs her purse, gives Joel a swift kiss and makes her way out the door.

When she enters the store, she heads straight for the shampoo. She picks out the biggest bottle of Living Proof Perfect Hair Day they carry and starts to walk towards the checkout counter. She passes a Drunk Elephant display and notices that exactly one bottle of the coveted drops is available. She’s been wanting to try them and decides to grab one while it’s there. She reaches for the bottle, and her hand is about to close around it when another slightly smaller hand snatches it.

“Ha! Got it!”

She turns to see a girl who could’ve been no more than twelve holding the drops with a triumphant and smug grin.

“Wow, uh, okay. I was gonna buy that.”

“Looks like you’re not now,” the girl says. Before she struts away, she turns back and says: “By the way…no amount of makeup in this store is going to fix the ugly on your face.”

She’s taken aback by the girl’s unsolicited insult. She waits to see if the girl meets back up with a parent (or adult of any kind) but she doesn’t - she buys the Drunk Elephant drops and exits the store alone.

“Jesus, kids just do whatever the fuck they want now I guess,” she thinks to herself. She buys her shampoo and thinks about the interaction for the entire twenty minute drive back home.

Upon her arrival home, she kicks off her shoes in the foyer and makes a beeline for the bedroom.

“I’m just gonna put this away, I’ll be right back,” she tells Joel. She does put the shampoo away, but she can’t help but hold onto what the girl at Sephora said to her. Before meeting Joel, her confidence level was near zero. He spent a lot of time convincing her that she’s beautiful, but this little girl obviously saw something Joel doesn’t.

She stands in front of the beautiful antique mirror Joel had gotten her as an anniversary gift after she fawned over it at an antique store. She picks herself apart in the full length mirror, pinching skin between her fingers and looking for any sign of aging, no matter how subtle. The longer she looks, the more she hates what she sees. Her nose isn’t right, her skin isn’t clear enough, her pores are way too fucking big. Her bottom lip trembles and tears spill from her eyes. Defeated, she shuffles to the bed where she buries her face into a pillow to stifle her sobs. This is how Joel finds her. He rushes to her side, kneeling beside the bed and rubbing her back soothingly.

“Whoa, hey…what’s wrong love?”

She tearfully recounts what happened to her at Sephora and Joel’s face turns stoney. All the work he’s done to make her love herself, to see herself the way he does was all undone in an instant - and over a fucking bottle of overpriced skincare.

“It sounds like you’ve forgotten everything daddy taught you, huh little one? Maybe you need a reminder.”

She sits up on her elbow and looks at him incredulously through her tears.

“Does it really look like I want to fuck right now Joel? How can you even want to fuck me anyway? Look at me!”

“I always want you baby girl. Always,” he replies earnestly. Then, he lowers his voice and his tone becomes dominant. “And now, you’re gonna be a good girl and let daddy show you. Right?”

She can’t deny him when he speaks to her this way. His dominant affection for her never fails to get her going. She sits up fully and wipes her tears.

“Yes daddy,” she responds. He gets to his feet and takes her hand in his, leading her around to the foot of the bed. He stands her in front of the mirror and, standing behind her, slowly begins to undress her. He starts with her top, placing his hands at her sides and pushing the fabric up her body. She raises her arms so that he can pull the top off and he discards it somewhere to the side.

Next is her bra, and he makes light work of unclasping it. The straps fall off her shoulders and she lets the bra slide to the floor. He cups her breasts in his large hands, kneading them and pulling gently on her nipples. She moans softly, arousal overriding the self pity she’d been feeling. Joel’s eyes meet hers in their reflection and the look of pure adoration and love on his face makes her feel silly for her insecurities.

“Look how fuckin’ gorgeous my wife is,” he tells her, his lips right next to her ear. He kisses just below her earlobe and she tips her head to the side to allow him to nuzzle her neck. She shivers as he sucks her skin, leaving red splotches behind that will surely be purple later.

He hooks his forefingers into the waistband of her leggings (and, simultaneously, her panties) and drags them down around her feet. She steps out of them, kicking them away with the toe of one foot. He straightens up and admires her naked figure in the reflection.

“You see this body, hmm? I love this body.”

He brushes his fingertips up the curves of her hips and the sensation elicits another soft moan from her. He takes her jaw in his hand and turns her head for a kiss, his other hand dipping between her legs teasingly.

“Mm, wet already? And I’ve barely touched you,” he muses. He walks the two of them backwards until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He sits and scoots back far enough to give her room to situate herself between his legs.

“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I play with your pretty pussy, okay?” he instructs. “I want you to see what I see.”

He rests his chin on her shoulder and she meets his eyes in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, not at me.”

Her eyes, which are still puffy from crying, shift back to her own reflection.

“Now, say ‘I’m a pretty girl.’”

She hesitates and he smacks one of her breasts. The action catches her off guard and she gasps, but an unmistakable pang of arousal follows the stinging and she whimpers quietly.

“Say it,” he commands harshly in her ear and this time, she obeys.

“I’m a pretty girl.”

“There’s a good girl,” he praises, now massaging the breast he’s just smacked. Soft, sensual kisses are pressed to her neck as his free hand squeezes the flesh of her inner thigh. “Spread your legs for me now.”

She opens her legs and he begins rubbing her clit slowly, teasingly. Her eyes flutter as pleasure takes over and he whispers a reminder to keep them open in her ear. She lets her eyes focus on her reflection and, to her immense surprise, she kind of likes what she sees. Her mouth is parted to let her breathy moans escape and her pupils are lust blown. Her eyes flit to where Joel is rubbing circles on her clit; his hands are beautiful and watching his long middle finger trace the sensitive bundle of nerves makes her eyes roll back.

“That is actually so hot,” she moans. He grins satisfactorily.

“I know it baby. Got me hard as a rock back here.”

He slides his finger into her slowly and she begs him for another. She attempts to watch as he fingers her in earnest, but her eyes eventually slip closed. It’s hard to keep her focus on the mirror when he’s making her feel so good.

“Keep those eyes open,” he warns. “Don’t wanna miss the best part.”

“S-sorry daddy. It just feels so good.”

“Mm, I can tell. You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside her that would’ve made her eyes fly open if they weren’t already glued to the mirror.

“Oh fuck,” she swears breathily. “Please keep going like that.”

He can see on her face that she’s almost at her peak. He brings his other hand to her throat and gives it a light squeeze. She likes how she looks with his hand around her neck and his fingers inside her. It makes her cunt throb that much more.

“Oh god…daddy I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

“Got no intentions on stoppin’,” he says in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. She feels the pressure building and with just a few more curls of his fingers, the coil snaps.

“Fuck!” she shouts. “I’m cumming…oh my god!”

He removes his fingers and a spray of fluid comes out of her. She squirts so hard that it hits the mirror. Her eyes roll back in spite of the effort she’s putting in to keep them open and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Joel rubs her clit furiously and doesn’t stop until she clamps her thighs around his hand.

“Jesus Christ baby, I love it when you do that,” he tells her before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. “Did you see how pretty you look when you cum for me?”

She had, briefly. And she had to admit, it was pretty hot.

“Yes daddy,” she answers. She’s a little sheepish as she admits: “I kinda liked it.”

He chuckles at this.

“As you should baby girl.”

He kisses her and she reaches her hand behind her to squeeze the bulge in his sweatpants. He groans and she squeezes him just a little harder.

“Fuck, get on your knees for me,” he says. The two of them shuffle off the bed and she drops to her knees in front of him. He rids himself of his t-shirt and she yanks his sweats down. He’d forgone underwear and his cock springs free when the sweatpants go past his waist. He gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hand while she teases the tip of his cock. She drags her tongue along the vein that runs on the underside of his shaft and he hisses.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me woman.”

She smirks, looking up at him and batting her lashes.

“Sorry daddy,” she giggles.

“Don’t let your newfound confidence get ya a punishment, princess,” he warns. Heeding this warning, she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock and takes him in until her nose touches skin.

“Ohhhh yeeeah,” he sighs, gripping her hair just a little tighter. “Love that mouth baby.”

She bobs her head back and forth a few times, pushing him a bit deeper down her throat each time. She gags just a little when he starts fucking her throat, but she’s able to recover.

“God, fuck yeah, swallow my cock baby. You’re so good at this.”

He thrusts forward a few more times before tugging on her hair and making her look up at him.

“What are you?” he demands.

“I’m a pretty girl,” she gasps, voice horse from having his cock in her throat. He taps her lips with his tip and she opens obediently, allowing him to continue fucking her throat. Tears spill down her cheeks as she gags.

“That’s right; and whose pretty girl are you?”

He takes his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to answer, “Yours sir!” before shoving it back in.

“God damn right. Good girl,” he praises as he continues to fuck her face. The ache between her legs becomes too much to bear and she slides a hand between them to play with her clit. Joel doesn’t miss this and he moans at the sight.

“You like getting your throat fucked, huh baby girl?”

She manages to make a sound akin to “uh-huh” and he chuckles through his nose.

“My good fuckin’ slut.”

She gasps for air when he pulls his cock out of her mouth, drool connecting her lips to his tip. He runs his thumb across her puffy bottom lip and smiles at her affectionately.

“Fuck baby, that’s a stunnin’ sight: red swollen lips and tears runnin’ down that pretty face,” he compliments. He bends down and kisses her roughly before helping her to her feet.

“I want you to come sit on my face,” he tells her. This is his favorite position to eat her out in and he insists on giving her multiple orgasms before even considering giving her (or himself) a breather. Not that she’s complaining.

“Don’t you dare hover,” he reminds her as he lies flat on the mattress. She straddles his face and lowers herself onto his outstretched tongue. He wraps his arms around the tops of her thighs, holding her in place as he flicks his tongue over her clit.

“That feels so fucking good,” she moans. Joel’s eyes are glued to her face in anticipation of the moment she falls apart. That moment is going to come sooner rather than later; it only takes about a minute of him swirling his tongue around her clit to make her cum. He doesn’t stop there, cleaning up one orgasm and reveling in the taste while simultaneously leading her to another. He laps at her pussy while she unashamedly rides his face, chasing her next orgasm.

“Oh my g - fuck, please I’m cumming again!”

He moans into her pussy and reaches a hand down to wrap around his cock. He’s so hard he can’t stand it any longer. He strokes himself as she writhes above him, being anything but quiet. She falls forward and grips the headboard to steady herself. Joel sucks on her now swollen clit relentlessly and she orgasms again. He feels an immense satisfaction as she ruts against his face, babbling about how she can’t stop cumming. After three consecutive orgasms, she feels that familiar pressure building and she knows she’s about to soak him down.

“G-gonna squirt,” she manages to warn him. She lifts off his face in enough time to not completely waterboard him with the spray coming out of her. She shouts profanities, her thighs trembling, and she hears the telltale signs of him jacking off furiously.

“God damn princess, you are so fuckin’ sexy,” he compliments through gritted teeth. She collapses onto her back with her legs squeezed together, trying to catch her breath and recover from the intensity of the last several orgasms.

“Are you good?” he asks, panting a bit himself.

“Yeah, I just need a few seconds,” she replies breathlessly. He sits up and rubs her leg soothingly as she recovers. When she’s ready, she relaxes her legs and lets them fall open. He settles between them on his knees and rubs her pussy with the tip of his cock. Her hips jolt upward, clit still sensitive. He does this a few times until she’s rubbing herself on him in desperation.

“Please put it in daddy, I need to feel you inside me,” she whines. He’s as desperate as she is and he fulfills her request without hesitation.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re soakin’ wet. My cock went in so easy. S-so good, so tight, fuck,” he babbles. She loves how vocal he is and it gives her a confidence boost to hear him whimpering because of her pussy.

“You feel how fuckin’ hard I am inside this little cunt baby doll?”

“God yes, you’re stretching me out so good.”

“That’s what you do to me - make me so hard it hurts. Why do you think I’m always pawin’ at ya, huh?”

The way he’s snapping his hips into her renders her unable to answer. All she can provide are pathetic moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She registers a smack across one of her breasts; the sting is delicious but the smack is still enough to get her attention.

“Answer,” he growls.

“Be-because…I - oh fuck - cause I’m a pretty girl,” she manages to answer.

“Atta girl. My beautiful…sexy…fuckin’…bombshell.”

He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips and she cries out each time. He fucks her harder and harder and she knows he’s determined to make her squirt again. She holds her legs back so he can go deeper and he leans in for a sloppy kiss.

“C’mon sugar, squirt all over me. Gimme that fuckin’ cum,” he says into her ear, his voice low and gravelly.

“Now, gonna cum now,” she pants in warning. He pulls out and she explodes, fluid coming out of her like a fountain and splashing against his chest. He rubs her clit with four fingers to prolong her orgasm while she writhes and shouts underneath him.

“Oh yeeeahh” he grits out when a few more spurts of fluid come forth. “Gimme all you got baby girl. Such a pretty little mess for me.”

When her hips still, he spreads her legs open once more and stuffs his cock back inside, going at it full force. He holds her under the crooks of her legs and grunts wildly as he chases his orgasm.

“You ready for my load baby? Daddy’s gonna fill this sweet little pussy so full.”

“Oh god yes, please fill me up daddy! Wanna be so full of you.”

“Oh fuck, here it comes. You’re makin’ me cum so hard,” he moans. He stills and shoots his load inside of her, groaning and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. She feels his cock pumping ropes of cum into her and his orgasm lasts for what seems like thirty seconds. When he pulls out, she doesn’t fail to notice he’s still hard. He flips her over on her stomach and pulls her hips back toward him.

“You see baby?” he says as he slides his cock back into her. “I’m still so fuckin’ hard. You make me crazy.”

He gathers her wrists behind her back in one hand and smacks her ass repeatedly with the other. All she can do is whine and whimper while he pounds into her relentlessly.

“Fuck yeah, take this cock. Daddy’s pretty slut,” he mumbles. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling slightly as he fucks into her forcefully.

“Who’s it for baby, huh? Who does this little pussy belong to?”

“Y-you daddy, belongs to you.”

“Damn right darlin’.”

Her hands grip the sheets beneath her hard enough to pull them off the corner of the mattress as he brings her to yet another orgasm. She’s lost count of the orgasms at this point.

“Look at how fuckin’ good we look baby,” he grunts, directing her attention to the mirror once more. She looks at their reflection and the sight is erotic. Joel’s body is flush, sweat droplets forming at his hairline. One hand is in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Her breasts bounce with each of his thrusts forward and both of their eyes are wild with lust.

“Oh fuck…so hot,” she moans.

“Yeah? Does my pretty wife like watching herself take daddy’s cock?”

“Yes sir!”

“And you take it so well, too. God, you’re so pretty with me inside.”

“D-daddy,” she whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Nu-uh baby, wait for me this time.”

“Daddyyyy,” she whines.

“Don’t you cum until I say so,” he growls. As he chases his orgasm, his thrusts speed up and make it almost impossible for her to obey him.

“Look at me,” he commands. She lifts her eyes and meets his in the mirror and it’s all she can do not to cum right then.

“Please daddy, please! I need to cum, fuck, please!” she begs.

“I know baby, I know. Doin’ so good for me. Just a little longer, you can do it.”

He lets go of her hair and grips both hips so that he can pull her back to meet his thrusts. He can’t stop watching his gorgeous fucking wife take his cock in the mirror. She’s biting her bottom lip, her expression a mixture of pleasure and concentration as she attempts to stave off the orgasm she so desperately wants to have. His cock twitches inside her and she knows that he’s close.

“Cum for daddy now baby. Oh god, let me see you cum.”

She relaxes and lets the coil snap. Her vision goes white as her eyes roll back. She cries out and she hears Joel saying filthy things while he pumps her full of cum again.

“Yeah, that’s right, take this cum. My little cum slut. Fuck, I’m cumming so much.”

When both their orgasms subsided, he pulls out gingerly, his cock sensitive and spent. Her pussy is the same, red and puffy and still throbbing. They both fall onto the mattress, breathing heavily. She flips so that she’s facing him and gives him a soft smile.

“Thank you,” she says. He returns her smile and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“For the confidence boost or the dick?” he jokes. She giggles.

“Both.”

“You always have been, always will be, the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he tells her sincerely. He places his hand on her cheek and kisses her sweetly. “The only thing I can think of that would make you even more beautiful is if you’d let me put a baby in here.”

He pats her stomach and looks at her hopefully. Her face breaks out into a grin.

“You wanna have a baby with me, huh?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“It’s settled then,” she says, snuggling into him. “We’ll try for a baby.”

[hyunluvbug]

show me how to love | two - please stay

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab reader

content warning: mentions of vomiting

“Hyunjin.” 

He looks into her eyes, she feels a funny feeling in her stomach. Butterflies? No. 

Her eyes widen and she stands up quickly to run for the bathroom. She pushes through people with her hand covering her mouth. She gets to the bathroom and pulls up the seat. Her knees meet the cold tiles and she hurls into the toilet bowl. Her hair is pulled out of her way. His hand runs over her back to let her know he is there for her.  

“Get it all out. It’s okay.” He whispers soothingly. 

She continues until she no longer can. She flushes the toilet and closes the lid. Her hair is released from his hands and Hyunjin sits down beside her on the floor. 

“Whose smart idea was it to get you drunk for the first time tonight?” Hyunjin asks, pushing her hair behind her ear. 

She pushes his hand away, “Han’s”. 

“Why so grumpy?” He pouts and she gives him the side eye. 

“You’re just annoying.” She tries to stand up but still feels dizzy. He grabs her hand and helps her sit back down. His hand on hers sent chills down her spine. 

“How am I annoying? I just held your hair for you. I am like the bestest friend ever.” 

Best friend. That’s all we’ll ever be I guess. 

The sound of the party is muffled as they sit on the floor. Hyunjin couldn't care less how dirty the floor was. He had to be here for her. She is always there for him. Of course he had to return the favor. 

“Why were you crying?” 

“Huh?”

“You were crying, remember? When I found you? Right before you almost projectile vomited on me.” Hyunjin chuckled. 

She stares down at her nails to avoid his eyes. 

“I guess getting drunk gets me sentimental. Who would've thought?” She jokes. 

“Hey.” Hyunjin places his hand on her chin to make her stare at him. 

Dammit why is he so beautiful? 

“Be honest with me Y/n. Who did something? I will kill them.” Hyunjin stares into her eyes seriously, no longer joking. 

She almost laughs in his face. That person is you dumbass. How is he this much of an idiot? 

“No one Hyunjin. Don’t worry. I am just over dramatic I guess.” 

Hyunjin nods and drops the subject. They sit in silence again and she lays her head on his shoulder. He grabs one of her hands and laces his fingers with hers. Her heart rate picks up just as it does everytime he does it. The liquor was still in her system making all her feelings and sensations more heightened. 

His hands feel so warm and soft. 

“What happened to your chosen groupie for the night?” She breaks the silence and Hyunjin laughs a little.

“Chosen groupie?”

“Y’know. The tall gorgeous brunette girl who was practically riding you in the corner of the room.”

Hyunjin is surprised by her bluntness, never did she ever mention anything remotely about his sex life. 

“Well, she’s gone. She was boring anyways. Didn’t have the chance to accomplish anything.” 

“Gross. I might vomit again.” 

“Hey. You are the one who asked.” 

And why did I ask? So stupid on my part. I don’t think I could listen to him ever describe all of his hookups. Just that one comment hurt a little. 

A knock echoes onto the door, “Hey! Hurry up in there, I have to pee!” Felix yells on the other side of the door. 

“Fine! We’re coming.” Y/n yells back. Hyunjin stands up first and helps her up. She wobbles a little and he steadies her. He opens the door and Felix bursts inside. He is already unbuckling his pants and Hyunjin covers her eyes. He shuts the door quickly behind them and uncovers them. 

She looks around and notices a lot of people have left already. She notices the time that reads 1:37 a.m. “Holy shit it’s late.” She exclaims and Hyunjin looks down at her. 

“Do you need me to drive you home? I didn’t drink tonight. I was the DD for Kurima but she left with someone else.” 

Kurima must be the groupie. Cute name. 

“Sure. I just have to tell Han. So he doesn’t worry.” 

Han is in the corner playing Mario Kart with Changbin and Lee Know. 

“Hey. Hyunjin is going to take me home.” She catches his attention and he looks at both of them. 

“Okay! Be safe!” He yells at them and turns back to the game. 

“WHO SENT THE BLUE SHELL?! FUCK YOU WALUIGI!!!” Lee Know yells which makes them both giggle. 

Hyunjin and Y/n leave through the front door. The air is now filled with silence, her ears finally don’t feel like they’re bleeding. She hops into the passenger of Hyunjin’s car. 

She nuzzles up into the seat and put on her seatbelt. Hyunjin shuts the driver side door and settles beside her. His car always smells like his natural scent and cologne, both scents she adored. 

Something about being drunk made her feel super comfy and cozy. She wants nothing more than to sleep in the comfort of her bed. The car ride did not feel long at all. The car was filled with straight silence, Hyunjin didn’t bother to turn up the radio. 

Y/n’s apartment comes into view and he parks into a spot just outside of it. He looks over to her and sees her fast asleep. Her hands are folded in her lap and her head rests on the side of the door. How can she even sleep in this kind of position? Hyunjin unbuckles his seat belt and puts his hand on her shoulder. 

“Y/n.” He says quietly. 

“Baby, you need to wake up. We’re here.” He says a little louder and moves her shoulder gently. Her eyelashes flutter and her eyes open, staring back into his eyes. 

She opens her mouth to let out a big yawn. “We’re here already?”

“Yep. Do you need help getting inside?” 

She could still feel little bouts of nausea in her system. She was beginning to feel more needy and affectionate. “Yes please.” She pouts. 

Hyunjin smiles sweetly at her, he could not deny that she looks absolutely adorable right now. “Okay. Hold on.”

Hyunjin opens his door and shuts it behind him. He comes over to her side and opens up her door. “You have the keys?” He asks and she gestures to her back pocket.

He grabs her hands and helps her out of the car. She grabs her keys from her back pocket slowly and hands them to him. He leads her down the sidewalk and up the stairs. Her apartment was just up one flight of stairs but it felt like a lot to her at this moment. 

His hand is secured around her waist causing butterflies to develop in her stomach. He puts the keys inside and pushes the door open with a swing. 

The door shuts behind them and he locks it with a click. He kneels down and unties her Converse, he removes them from each foot. She whines impatiently above him, “Hey, you’re okay. We’re going to your bed now.” He sets her Converse by the door and shakes off his own shoes. 

He leads her down the hall into where he knows her bedroom is. She leaves his grasp and plops down into the bed. “Do you need pajamas?” He asks, looking down at the jeans and crop top she is wearing. 

“Yes. Check that top drawer over there.” She replies, laying amongst the plush covers and pillows. 

He opens the drawer and pulls out a top and pajama shorts. He hands them over to her, “Do you need help or?” He smirks and she hits him in the chest.

“I am not that drunk Jin.” She giggles and he smiles at her. “But could you just turn around?” 

“Oh! Sure.” 

He turns around. The soft rustling of clothes fill the bedroom. 

“Okay.”

He turns back around and she is already under the covers burrowing herself into the pillows. 

“All settled?” 

She nods. 

“I am going to go now then.”

“You can stay if you want.” She pleads with glossy eyes. He looks into those eyes and almost caves. 

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

He shakes his head with a smile. “On the couch?” He questions and she nods happily. 

“Please stay, I wanna see you when I wake up.” She pleads even more. 

His heart picks up a bit from the statement but chooses to ignore it. This time he is convinced. 

“Fine. Now please sleep. It’s almost 3 a.m.” 

“Yes sir.” She smiles happily at him. Hyunjin heads for the door and turns off the lightswitch. 

“Goodnight Y/n.” 

“Goodnight Hyunjin.” 

He closes the door behind him and finds comfort in her living room couch.

[waywardnerd67]

I Trust You

Title: I Trust You Summary: A chance meeting leads to midnight confessions and overcoming your deepest fears. Main Characters: Glen Powell, Reader Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: RPF/Fluff/Angst w/ mentions of: touch deprivation, touch aversion Word Count: 3103 A/N: Trying to work out some feelings.

The party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking and making out throughout the house. I happened to find a secluded corner in the backyard that no one seemed to notice. Still nursing the original beer I grabbed when I arrived hours ago. Watching all the celebrities and models mingling had me sinking further back into my little corner. I didn’t belong among the rich and beautiful, but my best friend insisted I come with her. Taking a look around, I found her sitting on some guy’s lap with her head thrown back in laughter. She belonged here.

I pulled out my phone to see if I could order an Uber home. It wouldn’t have been the first time I left a party without her. She meant well, trying to pull me out of my shell. It had been over a decade since I last felt like the woman I once was and going to some Hollywood party wasn’t going to change me back into her. I had been broken completely and beyond repair.

“Planning an escape?” A low, smooth voice said beside me.

Looking up, I was taken back by the handsome man standing there. Living in L.A. you get use to seeing movie stars walking down the street, but he happened to be one of her favorites.

“I’m Glen, by the way.” He held out his hand.

“(Y/N).” I said, taking his hand and willing mine to stop trembling, “And yes, I think it’s kind of obvious that I don’t belong here. Plus, I’m sure my friend will be taken well care of.”

His bright green eyes followed her pointing finger, “Ah yes, it looks like she has one of my friends wrapped around her finger. He’s harmless and won’t do anything stupid with her.”

“That’s good to know. She’s also a big girl and can take care of herself.” I forced my eyes to look away from him and back to my phone.

He squatted down beside me, “You know if you want to leave, I’d be more than happy to take you home. I haven’t been drinking tonight so consider me your DD.”

I smiled, “That’s kind of you, but I don’t want to pull you away from your own party. That would be kind of rude of me.”

Realization shined in his eyes as he chuckled, “So you do know who I am.”

“Oh yes. You’ve had quite the year with three major movies coming out. Hitman was in the running for my top movie this year until I saw Twisters. Can’t resist a tornado chasing cowboy.”

His laugh covered my skin in goosebumps, “I like that though you could just call me the Tornado Wrangler.” He let his full Texan accent come out, making me smile.

“I prefer cowboy to wrangler. Anyway, I should probably finish ordering this Uber and head out front. It was nice meeting you, cowboy.” This time I held out my hand to him.

He shook it, “Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me drive you home. It would be no problem and then that way I don’t have to worry about you ending up on the ten o’clock news kidnapped by a serial killer.”

I laughed as he still held my hand in his, “Are you sure? I live about thirty minutes away.”

“Let’s go.” He pulled me up from my spot and led me back towards the house.

I sent a text to my best friend letting her know I was heading home. I left out the part that it was Glen Powell who was taking me home. She replied with her usually be careful and talk tomorrow.

Glen handed his phone to me, “Type in your address.” I did, handing it back to him and he took off towards the highway.

It was a beautiful night for it being in August. The cool night breeze felt wonderful after a scorching day. Looking over, I found myself taking in every inch of Glen driving beside me. He had on a Texas Longhorns hat backwards, black tank top and orange colored swim trunks. One arm was resting on his open window while the other held onto the steering wheel. His long fingers kept beat to the song he was playing.

There was a comfortable silence between us and for the first time in a long time I felt relaxed in the presence of another person. Even with my friends or co-workers there was always an underlying layer of anxiety. The need to run from people always being my first gut reaction. Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol I had in my system or a miracle but I found myself drawn to Glen. Or it could be I had fantasized about being with him for years and my inner fangirl was showing herself more than ever.

“Everything okay?” He asked, glancing over at me.

I realized he must have caught me staring, “Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry if I was staring. Sometimes my inner fangirl shows more than I want her to.”

His smile was breathtaking, “Quite alright. Not everyday I can meet a fan who isn’t screaming, crying, throwing up.”

We both laughed, “Has a fan actually thrown up in front of you?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No. Just trying to keep up with all the cool sayings the kids say.”

“You make it sound like you're old and you're not.”

He touched his hand to his chest, “Why thank you for thinking I’m young. I will have you know that I’ll be thirty-six this year.”

I scoffed, “Meh, been there and done that.”

Glen took the exit for my house, “What? There’s no way you’re older than me.”

“Afraid so, cowboy. I will be turning thirty-eight this year. So respect your elder.”

His laugh filled the car, “Wow, I would have never believed you were older. What the hell is your secret?”

The answer was out of my mouth before I could even think about it, “I have no children and no spouse.”

It was the answer that I always said inside my head but never out loud. People asked me all the time how I could still look like I was in my late twenties. I always told them I had a baby face. The real answer was I lived alone and didn’t let anyone close to me. Hence, the no kids or spouse.

“So, no kids and no spouse. Does that also include no boyfriend/girlfriend?”

His question sent a shiver down my spin, “Uh… yeah. There’s no one except for Winchester, my maine coon. He’s all I’ve needed these last few years.”

Why was I being so open with him? I always avoid questions about my personal life with everyone. I looked over to see my house coming into view. A brief moment of relief swept over me knowing I would be safe inside my four walls of security soon. Then a sickening feeling pooled in my gut as Glen pulled into my driveway and shut off his car.

“Thank you for the ride. I appreciate you leaving your own party to take me home.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and placed my hand on the door handle.

“(Y/N), can I tell you something?” He asked, placing his hand on top of mine resting on the seat.

I tried to control my body flinching, but there was no use in it. Touch was always the one thing that set my nerves on edge. If he had noticed me flinched then he didn’t let on to it.

“S-Sure.”

“I’d been working up the courage to talk to you all night. The moment I saw you walk in, I asked my buddy who you were. He told me about your friend being a model and asking about bringing you to my party. Your friend told me that you were shy and to be aware that you don’t often talk to anyone outside your core group of friends.”

My heart was hammering in my chest, “She told you that? What else did she tell you, huh? That I’m a recluse and avoid all social interactions. That my ex completely broke me as a person. That I can’t stand to be around people or to be touched. That I’m all kinds of fucked up and damaged.”

I got out of the car and headed to my front door. My heart shattered into pieces from my best friend telling my darkest secrets to someone, especially to a man like Glen Powell. I made it to the door before I realized my keys were still in her car back at his house.

“Fuck!” I yelled, sliding down to the ground.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I swear that’s all she said to me.” He sat down in front of me, “What’s wrong? Other than the obvious.”

I sucked in a shaky breath, “My keys are back at your house in her car. Now not only am I completely embarrassed in front of one of my favorite actors but I’m completely locked out of the only place I feel safe.”

“Do you have an alarm system?” He asked.

“What?” I looked up at him confused, “No, why?”

“I promise I’ll pay for the repairs.” He said before he took off his tank top wrapping it around his fist and sending it through the window next to her door.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled watching as he cleared out the glass then reached inside.

The familiar click of my deadbolt unlocking then Glen pulled out his arm twisting the door knob. It swung open freely and I could feel the tension in my chest release. Standing up, I noticed the blood dripping onto the ground.

“Shit, you’re hurt. Come inside and I can clean you up.” I said carefully walking over the broken glass on either side of the door.

I went into my bathroom to grab the first aid kit while Glen was sitting down at my kitchen table. Unwrapping his shirt from his hand, I found small knicks and shards of glass in his tan skin. The bleeding was coming from a gash on his arm from when he smashed through the window.

“You might need stitches.” I said, cleaning the cut on his forearm.

“You know, it looks way easier and cooler on TV.” He chuckled, “Ow.”

I wrapped his arm with gauze only then realizing he was sitting there shirtless. His well toned chest and abs on full display making my body ache in ways it hadn’t for years. The overwhelming desire to touch him nearly made my knees give out.

“Are you okay? You look like you might pass out.” He asked, grabbing a hold of my hips to balance me out.

A second realization hit me harder than the first. He had touched me and I didn’t flinch. I didn’t jerk away. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

“(Y/N), you’re scaring me.” He whispered, his grip on my hips tightening.

“Y-You’re touching me.” The words were barely above a whisper.

He reached over to grab another chair and guided me onto it, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall.”

I shook my head, unable to put the correct words together, “I… It’s just… I don’t know how to explain.”

His hands were resting on top of mine, “Whatever it is you can say it. I won’t take offense or have any judgments.”

I had no idea what kind of spell the man in front of me had casted but I found myself wanting to explain everything to him. Looking into his concerned eyes, I just knew I could trust him. Suddenly, I had tears falling down my cheeks.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to tell me anything. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” His thumbs were rubbing against my knuckles sending waves of heat over my skin.

“When I got divorced, I swore off dating. I wanted to work on being on my own, rebuilding my life and not focusing on a relationship.”

He smiled, “That’s smart. I’ve been doing the same thing these last few years.”

“One year turned into two and before I knew it a decade had gone by. No relationships. No kissing, hugging, cuddling, and definitely no sex.” He nodded, continuing to rub my hands as I continued, “What turned from learning to live alone became being alone. I desire to have someone in my life and have even tried to date, but it always turns out wrong.”

“How so?”

I took a deep breath, “Any time I thought about going out on a date I would have a panic attack. The thought of trusting someone to be with them that would lead to touching and that would send me into a complete spiral.”

Glen looked down at our hands, “Is this okay?”

I nodded, “Yes which is why I’m having a deliriously happy and panicked moment right now. I haven’t been touched by anyone in years. Sure, I will half heartedly hug my friend or family but it is always at some kind of distance. Hugging to me is the most intimate form of touch that isn’t sexual.”

His eyebrow arched curiously, “Go on…”

“Think about it. When you hug someone, you are trusting them with your whole body. Their arms wrapped around your body completely. Their whole being being pressed against yours. A hug is sex with your clothes on.”

He smirked, “I have honestly never thought of it like that. I don’t think I’ll ever see hugging in the same way again.”

“Humans need that intimacy. They need to feel that trust in their very soul and act it out physically. I…” I paused, looking into his eyes, “I haven’t felt that in over a decade. My therapist calls it touch deprivation that has formed into touch aversion. I’m desperate to touch someone and be touched, but my brain simply won’t let my guard down enough to allow someone in.”

I watched as his bottom lip disappeared beneath his teeth in deep thought, “The fact that you haven’t flinched or moved away from me is a big moment for you?”

I nodded with a fresh batch of tears flowing down my face, “Yes. I don’t know if it’s because you genuinely seem like a good person from all the interviews I’ve watched or from the good guy characters you’ve portrayed. It could very well be my fangirl delusion masking the pure panic waiting to come out. I don’t know. All I do know is I feel safe around you.”

I looked away feeling my cheeks burning. I had practically told my whole sad truth and ended with a lame love confession. Slowly, the panic was starting to seep through the joy and my hands began to tremble within his.

Glen squeezed my hands then stood up, pulling me up with him, “You feel safe?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Do you trust me?” He asked as I nodded again without even thinking twice about my answer.

He lifted my hands up behind his neck, interlocking my fingers. I knew what was coming and the rope around my chest began to tighten. My breaths were coming out in rugged puffs as his arms wrapped around my waist. They tightened around me as his head buried into the crook of my neck.

“I got you. I’m not going to let go or let you fall. I’ve got you.” He whispered and a strangled sob escaped my lips, “I’ve got you. I promise nothing will happen to you. I’ve. Got. You.”

My grip around his neck tightened and I pressed my face into his chest. He kept repeating his mantra that he had me and I could feel the rope around my chest being cut away. Finally, I took in a long breath feeling all the tension vanish from my muscles. Glen pulled back enough to look down at me with a brilliant smile on his lips.

“How was that?” He asked.

I could feel my lips spreading into a wide grin, “I… I hugged you. I actually hugged you. I can’t believe it.”

He scooped me up, picking my feet up off the ground and spinning me around. A loud giggle erupted from my lips that surprised me.

“That giggle is music to my ears. Proud of you! I know that must have been a big step to take and I’m grateful you trust me to take it.”

Seeing how happy he was for me stirred up a new emotion, a new line to cross and I found myself pushing myself up on my toes and kissing him. I felt his body tense up and immediately I backed away.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I got caught-”

Glen pressed his lips firmly against mine once again. The kiss was simple, sweet and ignited an ember of passion within me. When he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine I knew he was holding back.

“You never, ever have to apologize for kissing me. I’m honored you trust me with your hugs and kisses.”

“I’m really scared I’m going to wake up tomorrow and find this all to be a dream.” I whispered.

He leaned in kissing me once more, “Tell you what. I will sleep on the couch and when you wake up tomorrow I can remind you that this was all very real.”

I knew I shouldn’t push myself any further, but the thought of him being on the couch while I was in my bed didn’t sit right with me. I bit into lip fighting with the urge to lead him upstairs to my room or to agree with him, leaving him downstairs.

“What’s the battle going on in your head?” He chuckled.

“I’m taking a leap of faith.” I said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the stairs.

Glen stopped us at the bottom step, “(Y/N), are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. I’m fine sleeping on the couch.”

Standing on the step, I was equal height to him, “I’m not saying that there will be cuddling or anything more. The thought of you sleeping down here doesn’t feel right.”

He leaned in, kissing me briefly, “Okay, but I’m going to apologize now if I happen to cuddle you in my sleep. I’m definitely a cuddler.”

“It’s okay. I trust you.” I laced our fingers together and continued walking up to my room.

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[darlingsfandom]

dd/lg relationship with lenny miller?? 😍

Bless you ✨

The sun was rising high into the kitchen as you sat the dinning table poking at your plate.

"What's the matter Doll?" Lenny sipped on his coffee while flipping the paper before he looked over at you. A soft sigh left your lips. You held your head up and pushed the plate away from you. Lenny raised his eyebrow at you as pouted your bottom lip. He put his paper down on the table as folded his hands before he got up and walked over to you. He stood over you as he pulled out your chair. You stood up slowly as he ran his finger tips over your cheeks.

"Come on darling, you can tell daddy." He gave you a soft smile before you just sighed again. Lenny was use to seeing you happy and spoiled. He loved spoiling you because you had the prettiest smile and always gave him the sweetest kisses that they were almost tooth rooting.

"You..." is all you got out before a tear dared to fall from your eyes.

"I... what baby?"

"You've been gone too long and now you have that blonde girl here and there! She's prettier and smarter ..." Lenny kissed you hard to cut you off. His hands cupped your face before pulling away too look at you lovingly.

"I will not stand for that! You will not stand here and degrade yourself like that in front of me. You know that you're my baby! Anna has nothing on you. She's just someone in CIA care. You my beautiful baby, are smart, kind, caring... I mean look at that charity event you hosted last month! Only you could do that! Are you really that worried that I'd leave you for her? That's so silly of you baby. I'd never leave you." Lenny stroked your hair softly as you sniffled. He wrapped his arms around you tightly before giving another kiss. The kiss turned heated as his hands found their way under your babydoll nightgown that Lenny bought you last week.

Your knees felt week as your lips trailed from his down his neck and made sure to suck a bruise into the side of it. Lenny gripped your ass before pulling down your pink cotton panties and stuffed them into his pocket. Both of you looked at each other full of love and passion as he set you on the edge of the kitchen table, spread your legs and bit his lip while running his thumb over your clit.

"Who's my good girl?" Lenny asked as he rubbed your clit faster .

"Me! I'm your good girl daddy!" You yelled out as he slid a finger inside of you while still thumbing your clit. Your hips started bucking forward. "Daddy, I need you inside of me! Please! Use me! Breed me! Please!"

"Breed you hmm?" He raised his eyebrow before pulling away his fingers and thumb. "Is that what you need hmm? For me to get you pregnant ? Or do you just want me to fill you up with my cum??"

"Both daddy! Please ! I'd look so cute stuffed with your cum!" Lenny pushed you back on the table as he undid his pants. You whined at the sight of how hard his cock was. "Next time baby! Right now I just need to fuck you so you remember that YOU'RE my baby!" Lenny lined himself up and slowly pushed into you. He waited a few seconds before thrusting into you slowly. Your hands wrapped around his tie so you could pull him in by it and kiss him hard which made him crazy. Lenny squeezed your hips making sure to dig his finger prints into you as he fucked you hard. Your whines echoed off the walls just in time for Anna to walk in on you two.

"Lenny are you... OH MY GOD!" Anna stood there frozen as Lenny was balls deep inside of you. You gave her one of those satisfied looks but mixed with a bit of "it looks could kill" .

"Not now Anna! I'm busy fucking a baby into my pretty baby!" Lenny grunted loudly while you clung onto his shoulders. Anna quickly walked right back out as Lenny looked into your eyes. "I told you baby! You're ! MY! GIRL!" Lenny groaned as you felt him cum deep inside of you. Your own orgasm chased after his as you creamed on his cock. He pulled you close and kissed you hard.

"Don't you ever forget that you're my girl and if you EVER compare yourself to another woman again... you will be punished! Got it?" He cocked his eyebrow at you while pulling out slowly to look at the cream ring on his cock. He used your panties to clean himself off before putting them back in his pocket.

"I love you daddy!" You smiled brightly at him as he kissed your head gently. "Now be a good girl while I'm gone today and if you're good I'll buy you a new toy when I get back."

[drewsbuzzcut]

a blurb of Dallas trying to make nick break nnn?

The Breaking Point

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: underage drinking, almost fight, being inebriated, minor angst, smut!!

This was a blurb request, but I just ran with the idea and now it’s over 3k words!

During the process of Dallas picking her outfit ahead of the frat party she is attending with Nick, she makes sure to bring her A game. She picks out her shortest skirt and the sexiest top that will still keep her warm, but one she doesn’t need a bra for. She’s locked and loaded, waiting for the perfect time to tease Nick until he caves. She is beyond tired of Nick conforming into the bizarre challenge that is no nut november. Supposedly there is a bet going with the rest of his teammates, but Dallas thinks she will go crazy if he doesn’t touch her. That’s another thing, because of her incessant teasing and attempts to get him to break, her boyfriend has been dodging her. Today is the first day in a week that they will be spending more than an hour together.

She lets herself into his room, fixing her lipstick through the camera of her phone when Nick finds her. He has to contain himself from pinning her to his bed, too much pent up sexual tension filling his senses. When Dallas notices him in the corner of her eye, she jumps off the bed to make her way to him.

“Hi, baby. You look so handsome. You smell good, too,” she whispers, arms wrapped around his waist as her lips press soft pecks on his jaw and lips.

He paws at her sides, his hands feeling the soft material of her sheer, black long sleeve. His eyes take in her light makeup and dark red lipstick that he loves so much. His eyes start to wander down, taking in her tiny skirt before quickly going back up. He just realized she isn’t wearing a bra, her nipples tight and visible through her top. He goes back down to her black skirt and bare legs. Her skin is soft as he lets his hands cop a feel. His eyes go back and forth for a little bit before he clears his throats.

“You look beautiful, June bug. I missed you this week,” he mutters against her temple.

Dallas holds back her scoff and smart remark. How dare he say he misses her when he’s been the one staying away. Whatever, she’s going to put it aside for now.

“Thank you, Nicky. I was thinking, for tonight I can be the dd so you can drink all you want. You’ve had a long week, you should let loose,” she suggests, twisting some of his hair in her fingers.

She subtly leans her body into his, his hands going to the small of her back. He’s missed his girl, truly.

“Are you sure? I want you to have fun.”

“Don’t worry, Nicky baby, I will have fun,” she states, kissing his lips in a way that brings him to his knees.

“God, you look sexy. This skirt, to die for. If you get cold, everyone will see your nipples,” he growls, nosing at her neck and leaving small love bites in his wake.

“Good thing you’re the only one who can touch me,” she sighs, bringing his hand up to cup her boobs.

“You’re a minx, and as much I want to suck your pretty little nipples into my mouth, we need to head out already. Only a week and a half until I can have you,” he whispers in her ear.

Again, she has to resist the scoff wanting to leave her mouth. Here she is thinking that her outfit would be enough, but no. She has to commence plan b.

“Let’s head out then,” she says, piquing Nick’s interest because it has became rare for her to not berate him for partaking in no nut november.

At the party, the couple split up, Dallas waving him off to go have fun while Dallas goes to dance with her girl friends. Every now and then Dallas will steal a glance of Nick, seeing him laugh and drink while talking to his buddies. It’s actually really nice to see him relaxed.

The girl makes her way to him, weaving between the group of guys he’s with. Nick pulls her body into his, hands settling on her hips.

“Hey, Dallas. Want a drink?” Rutger asks.

“Sorry, I’m sober tonight. Promised Nicky here that I’d drive back so he can have fun,” she explains, giggling at his over dramatic pout.

“What about you, D? Shouldn’t you be having fun, too?” Luca says, playfully shoving at Nick.

“I am having fun, for your information. Plus, I came over here to steal my boyfriend, so if you’ll excuse us,” she says, laughing when everyone starts whistling and hollering at them.

She drags her boyfriend to a hidden corner of a room that barely has people in it, not that they’d be paying attention to them anyways. Nick softly pins her to the wall behind her, not wanting anyone to see his hands go up her skirt. Dallas pushes her tongue into his mouth, feeling content when she can feel the thrum of his moan. As his hands go up her skirt, he starts squeezing the soft flesh of her ass. The girl can feel the longing and lust start to bubble in her stomach, her tongue going deeper into his mouth as her hands end up under his shirt. Pulling away first, Nick’s lips chase after hers, drawing a seductive laugh from the girl. Her lips start to kiss on his neck, her hands moving up his chest in the same pace. With every nip and suck at his neck, her fingernails dig into his skin. His low moans only spur her on further.

She lifts her leg to wrap it around his waist, and even though he’s wearing jeans, he can feel the heat of her pussy- especially when she starts to rub against him. He pushes on her hips to pin her back into the wall. Thumbing at her nipples, her head leans back and Nick takes the opportunity to kiss at her neck. He goes straight for her sweet spot. Dallas swears she could orgasm just from his attention alone. Her hands go under the back of his shirt, a zap of electricity going through her fingertips when his muscles flex under his skin. Her hands don’t stay too long in their spot- they soon start to palm the front of his jeans. She can feel him harden behind the zipper which makes her that more confident with what she’s about to do.

The girl connects her lips back to his, this time it’s his tongue coming to tangle with hers. Dallas subtly reaches under her skirt, pulling her panties down her legs- Nick would notice if he wasn’t too busy sucking on her tongue. It’s when she shoves the dainty material in his front pocket, he pulls away and gives her a confused frown before he pulls out her panties from his pocket. She has a devilish smirk on her face as he holds up the undergarment in between his two fingers.

“C’mon, we should head back before someone comes looking for us,” she whispers out of breath.

“What about these?” He asks, dangling her underwear.

“Keep them,” she says, giving him one last kiss before she’s pulling him back to the crowded room.

“Stay with me,” he whispers against her temple when she moves to go back to her friends.

“My friends are waiting for me. You stay with the boys. I’ll see you later, or when you let me know you’re ready to go,” she pecks his jaw, walking away leaving him wanting more.

The rest of the time, Nick is sporting an uncomfortable hard on and watches Dallas from where she is with her friends. He’s barely holding himself together and he wants desperately to take her home. She spots him and flashes a smile, continuing talking with her friends when a guy walks up to her. Nick watches as the animatedly talk and laugh together. As time passes, the guy is still lingering vying for Dallas’ attention- even when she’s to busy looking over at Nick while he and the guys shotgun beers.

It just so happens that the next time Nick looks in his girlfriend’s direction, she and that guy are posing for a photo. The guy has his arm over her shoulders and she smiles next to him. Nick loses his shit when he sees the guy lean down to whisper in her ear. Nick charges towards them, ripping the guy’s arm away from Dallas and pushing at his chest.

“Nick!” Dallas gasps, shocked at the way her boyfriend is acting.

“Back the fuck away from her,” Nick says although his words are slurred.

“We’re just talking, nothing more,” the guy claims.

“You had your fucking hands on her,” Nick responds, moving towards the guy again.

“We were taking a picture. We’re friends, you know? If you’re that worried about June, maybe you shouldn’t leave your girlfriend by herself,” the guys say with a cocky tone.

“Don’t call me June,” Dallas warns him. It’s not that she wouldn’t let anyone call her that because of Nick, it’s because she didn’t like to be called that by anyone besides Nick. There’s a big difference.

“Fuck you! She’s my girlfriend and only I can call her June,” Nick shouts, pushing at the guy once again.

Before Nick or the other guy can throw a swing, Luca and Rutger come hauling ass, pulling Nick away from the other guy. They all end up outside on the front lawn.

“Dude you need to calm down. You’ve been drinking and you need to go home,” Rutger says to the angered boy.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Dallas shouts at Nick.

The hockey player is at a loss for words, not having ever heard his girl scream like that.

“Why are you trying to start fights? I thought you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your spot on the hockey team?” She berates him, but Nick feels like she’s taking the other guy’s side.

“Because of you!” Nick shouts back.

Dallas mouth closes, forgetting what she was about to say as her shoulder sag. She can’t believe he’s blaming this one her. It’s hurts.

“How could you just let him be all over you?”

“It wasn’t like that. You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” she mutters.

He shakes his head, his eyes red and Dallas doesn’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or tears.

“He was still all over you,” Nick brings up the guy again.

“My boyfriend, who’d rather be part of a pointless challenge, than touch me is mad. Mad that I was hanging out with some other guy. He’s just a friend and we were taking a damn picture! Let’s talk about how you’ve been ignoring me because you can’t have sex with me, or you’ll lose this damn challenge. How did I end up being the bad guy?” Dallas is practically in tears. Her whole face is red and her voice is starting to grow hoarse.

“You should be supporting me!” Nick has the audacity to say. His arms flail at his sides as if he’s so surprised that his girlfriend isn’t supporting this immature challenge.

“It’s a bullshit challenge! I’m the one feeling neglected and like you don’t even want me anymore, yet you want me to support you. Fuck off! And you know what, find your own damn way home!” She yelled, discreetly wiping away a few tears. She’s angry and wants him all at the same time, but she leaves without him. However, before she leaves, she makes sure Luca- who is sober- can take him home. She’d never put him at risk.

The next morning Dallas wakes up to a soft knock on her front door. She waits a couple minutes in bed, her head pounding from last night’s crying session. When she finally opens her door she comes face to face with Nick who wears a worried and saddened expression. She can see the darkness around his eyes and the way his lips are chapped. He clearly didn’t have no one to get him water last night. She feels bad, being that she’s usually the one nursing his hangover. He’s holding a takeout bag and a separate bag with Red Bulls, because he knows that she prefers that over coffee. Dallas moves to the side, allowing him to enter the door.

“Dallas, I’m sorry. Shit, I have been such a terrible boyfriend to you. I can’t take back what I did, but I am sorry. I brought you breakfast and an energy drink. I’m gonna head out, but I just needed to tell you that I’m sorry,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his wrist getting caught in his girl’s hand before he could walk away.

“Don’t call me Dallas ever again and don’t ever try to start a fight when you’re drunk. You have a lot of important things you can lose,” she whispers, her forehead resting on his collarbones.

“I know and I don’t ever want to lose you,” he admits, truthfully.

Dallas hides her shy smile, her hands rubbing up and down his back.

“I was talking about hockey.”

“You’re more important than hockey. I think I’d be able to live without hockey, but I know I wouldn’t be able to live without you,” he says.

“I’m sorry for flipping out on you. I was acting a little crazy,” she giggles, kissing his cheek.

“I deserved it.”

“Why didn’t you get yourself breakfast? Did you drink water last night?”

“Didn’t feel like eating and no. I didn’t even sleep,” he picks her up and lays them on her bed.

“Don’t do that to yourself. Now you have to stay here and nap with me. I’ll eat my food later.”

Dallas throws a leg over his waist, her hand caressing his cheek and she finally gives him a kiss on the lips.

“I want you,” is whispered against her lips, Nick’s lips trailing down her neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He flips them over, Dallas on her back with him on his side but facing her. He pulls her lip between his, sucking a nipping at her. His fingers trace her collarbone, chills forming on Dallas’ skin as her breathing starts to get heavier. His hand trails down, pausing to massage her boobs then continuing down to her heat. He softly pulls her panties to the side- two fingers spreading her open and collecting her arousal. When he sinks his two fingers into her, her hips shoot off the bed, not having felt such pleasure in a while.

His thick fingers continue to push at her sensitive spot, spending waves of fire throughout her body. She tightens around him, hips softly and slowly bucking up to meet his thrusts. Everything starts to get hazy when she feels her orgasm crash down on her. Nick’s fingers wet and glistening. He brings his hand up to her lips, watching as she takes them into her mouth. If he wasn’t hard already, twirling her tongue around his digits would’ve done the trick. He pulls away, moving to be in between her legs. He kisses her like he’s trying to breathe her air. A soft moan bubbles in his throat when he gets a taste of her off her tongue. Pulling away once more, he rips off all his clothing before he’s pulling off her cami and ripping apart her panties.

“I missed you, missed you touching me,” she confesses.

His lips go back to hers, tugging on her bottom lip when her hands start to scratch at his back. She can feel his swollen, red tip poke at her entrance. Nick starts to kiss down her neck, sucking and flicking his tongue against her sweet spot. Her hands reach out to connect at his back just as her hips shoot off the bed, searching for any ounce of friction. Moving further down her body, his lips start to smatter kisses all over her chest until he finally decides to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Dallas can feel her body tingling each time his tongue laps at her or when his teeth gently tug on her nipple. He can feel the vibrations of her every moan rattling in her chest.

He grabs ahold of his cock, stroking himself before he’s gliding through her folds.

“Don’t tease me,” Dallas groans, her body wanting to arch up into his due to her lack of patience.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he says, head and shoulders sagging in disappointment.

“Screw the condom. We’re both clean and I want to feel all of you, please,” she begs, her hands pulling his body closer to hers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He finally thrusts inside of her, Dallas letting out a deafening moan at the way he stretches her. His pace is slow to begin with, letting Dallas get used to his width as he can still feel her clench around him. Dallas can feel herself grow wetter whenever Nick starts to roll his hips into hers, his fingers tracing the slight outline of his cock that appears in her lower abdomen. Her heat contracts around his length just at his soft touch.

“You see that, baby? That’s me fucking you so deep that you can feel me in your stomach,” he whispers in her ear, sucking her earlobe in between his lips.

“You’re mine, body and soul,” he whispers into her skin.

“And you’re mine. Mine, mine, only mine,” she chants, her body buzzing.

Dallas moans, her hands splaying over his entire back, her nails starting to dig deeper into his skin. She looks down, watching the way he sinks into her. The absurd sounds of her sopping pussy whenever he plunges into her, and the sight of her wetness collecting at the base of his cock. It’s enough to douse her in ecstasy. She feels like he’s touching every single one of her nerve endings.

The way his mushroomed tip catches onto each ridge of her slick walls, stimulating the muscles with each drag of his hips.

“Nicky, harder. Fuck me harder,” she begs in her raspy voice.

He moves his hands to her hips, lifting them off the bed as he starts drilling into her. Her mouth falls open, silent moans sitting at the seam of her lips. His tip repeatedly nudges her spongy spot until Dallas’ vision starts to blur. Her walls flutter around him and the knot in her stomach tightens. She starts to move her hips, meeting Nick thrust for thrust.

“Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock,” he instructs her, her hips still in his hands.

She bucks her hips up, her tight cunt sucking him in deeper. Nick grunts, feeling his orgasm start to seep into his bones. His pace speeds up, his hips pounding into her as she arches her back, head tilted back and hands fisting the sheets. She writhes around as sweet whimpers and mewls claw their way out of her throat.

She can feel the veins of his cock pulse inside of her. Her walls throb in reaction. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as the knot in her stomach unwinds, her body stiffening as she cums around him. Her body jumps when his finger circles her clit, his hips still moving as he fucks her through her orgasm.

Nick feels the familiar heated coil collapse, tipping him over the edge as he pulls out and jerks himself until his cum is landing on his girl’s stomach. Dallas reaches out for him, pulling his body on top of hers as they lay there boneless. She can feel his body shake even as they make out like horny teenagers.

“Wow,” she chuckles, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that hard before. That was intense. Are you feeling okay?” He brushes some of her hair away from her face, nuzzling his nose into her cheek.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. How are you feeling? You’re still trembling,” she cards her fingers through his hair, pecking wherever she can reach on his face.

“I feel sleepy and content. You did so good,” he kisses her lips.

“Thank you for not going through with your no nut november,” she giggles, her body melting into the mattress and Nick following.

“I’d do anything for you, June bug,” he says, eyes shutting and his breaths evening out.

Dallas smiles, finally feeling satiated. Yeah, she’d do anything for him, too.

a/n: This was fun and hard to write, so I hope y’all enjoy it!!!

[thecommunityfridge]

Diapered da Vinci

cw: ABDL, MD/L, DD/L, Diapers

The moment she walked in all the air went out. There she was in all her beautiful, naked glory.

“How was your nap, little one?” she cooed, not acknowledging her state of undress, “Did you fill your diaper for me?”

“I-bu-wha-wh…” you stutter incomprehensibly.

“Awww, you really are Mommy’s babbling baby, aren’t you, sweetie!” she sings as she prods your swollen diaper. “I think that diaper can make it through arts and crafts.”

“A-arts and crafts,” you manage to mumble.

“Yes, dear, you’re Mommy’s favorite artist! So creative! And today, you’ll paint your masterpiece!”

Mommy unlatches your crib, her hand extended to guide you out. Your diaper droops comically below your t-shirt as you waddle behind her, absolutely bewildered, but consumed by her beauty.

And her body that she’s denied you from the moment she taped you into that first diaper.

As you get to the living room, you see an assortment of paint on the table. But you can’t help but notice the absence of brushes and canvas.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, little one! You’re gonna finger paint today? Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“F-finger p-paint?”

You shudder at the contrast. At you wife, beautiful and naked—and the infantile activity of finger painting.

“Yes, silly! It’s been so long since you saw Mommy like this, hasn’t it? So long since you felt my body in your hands. Traced my curves with your fingers.”

Your legs nearly buckle at the thought of touching her. It has been forever.

“Well, Baby, now’s your chance! I’ll be your canvas! Doesn’t that sound nice! Paint me like one of your French girls, little one!”

You take a tentative step forward. Desperate to touch her. Yet, even this feels…silly.

“Go on, little one. It’s okay. Dips your fingers into some paint and make me your masterpiece,” she said without a trace of sarcasm.

Consumed with unrelenting desire, you shove two fingers into the red paint. As you reach out towards your wife—Mommy now—your arms tremble.

Two shaky fingers dripping with paint touch her, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through your body. You hesitate, looking to her for guidance.

She only smiles. “It’s alright, baby. This isn’t a trap.”

Your other hand finds the blue paint, this time tracing the area just above the breasts you crave.

The process repeats itself over and over. You feel every curve of her body, barely able to stand in your desperation.

You don’t even notice Daddy walking into the living room, home after a long day of work.

“Wow! Look at you go, little one!” Daddy cheers, “Daddy’s Diapered da Vinci!”

You shake in shock, your hand smearing the paint on Mommy’s back.

“Hey, hun!” Mommy says, “Just in time! Did you get it?”

“Of course!” Daddy responds, showing a massive canvas, “I wouldn’t spoil our baby’s masterpiece!”

“Thanks, babe,” Mommy says to Daddy before turning to you. “Are you ready to see your art come to life, little one?”

“I..what?” you mumble.

“Oh, sweetie! We want to capture your genius forever! You just sit there and watch us finish making your masterpiece!”

With that, Daddy undresses, grabbing Mommy and meeting her for a deep, sexual kiss. Daddy guides Mommy down to the canvas, laying her on her back.

“Watch, little one!” Daddy says as he takes Mommy, paint spreading on the canvas with each thrust.

The next day, Mommy leads you into the living room to show you your masterpiece. There, hanging over the mantle, is the canvas.

“Isn’t it beautiful, little one? Mommy’s little artist!”

lovely! I was wondering when we were gonna get some cucking content in here!

[randomfoggytiger]

I don't want to shame or be age-ist, but why did they bring in Mimi Rogers as Diana? She looks so much older than both Scully and Mulder. Was she hot and in the market in the 90s? I can see that her assertiveness and self-assuredness could be attractive, but she just didn't seem to "fit in". It's almost as if Mulder went for her because of mommy issues and looking for an older woman like Scully did with Daniel and her daddy issues.

I don't know anything about the actress. My issue is just with the casting and that she fit more in line with being an older character that came across, to me, more like a wicked step mother than a potential mate.

I don't think the question is ageist. :DDD It's a reality that she does look older than Mulder-- but that really works for canon.

Actually factually, they hired Mimi Rogers because DD acted with her before (The Rapture); and he likes to bring his friends forward into new projects. But her casting also enabled David and Mimi to take their characters' interactions in a slightly different direction than the script dictated.

I get you completely, Anon-- and I agree. That angle worked for me, however: it underlined Mulder's personal growth over the past five years (and showed how glaringly unimportant Diana had become.)

Diana Fowley: the Definition of Manipulative Comfort

(Credit to: @iddoitforfreebaabe)

In the script, CC wrote Diana as a knock-out who subtly wielded her sexual prowess to draw Mulder's attention away from "the truth" (and to make Scully jealous, ahem ahem.) There was a sneering, preening quality to her that isn't present with Mimi Rogers. And I like that change; because five years and a thriving partnership have changed Mulder as a person-- not completely, but enough. Sneering, preening superficiality would repel, not attract, the person he's become.

Moreover, Mulder is a man so haunted by his past that he sees his sister in every little girl-- or, to the point, he sees the love and security he lost in childhood in every feminine, devoted, almost nurturing brunette. (He's drawn to women who promise love, companionship, and ease up front, only to be duped by their intentions and strung along with breadcrumbs of affection later.) I don't think he's looking for other sisters or other mothers in his selection process; just that their standard of beauty has been normalized since childhood. Importantly, we see his own distinct sexual preferences separate from his traumas: Mulder is attracted to intelligent, outspoken women, be it Pheobe Green or Diana Fowley or Dana Scully (or Bambi Berenbaum, etc.) This trait doesn't define his on-screen interactions with Tena Mulder-- a very passive, emotional woman when around him-- nor distinguish Samantha in his memories. They weren't idiots, certainly; but that's not how he selectively remembers them.

Back to Diana.

THE NATURE OF DIANA AND MULDER'S PAST RELATIONSHIP

Diana Fowley is the perfect archetype of a person who latches onto potential-- for intelligence and companionship-- and stays until she decides to leave (cutting loose ends cleanly, and purposefully parting friends.) Relationships are for advantage, positive or negative.

We know this because of her reappearance: in The End, Diana expects to waltz back in and turn Mulder's affections back to herself with the snap of her fingers; in The Beginning, she chastises Mulder for doubting her dedication and loyalty to the files (read: him); and in One Son, she foists a kiss on Mulder when he is at his lowest point.

She's not a mother figure but a dangerous second thing: a prey animal who locates the wounded boy in the man and weaponizes that to her advantage-- hence, her full name (Diana meaning 'goddess of the hunt'; Fowley, a spin on the word fowler or snare.) (It's not until The Blessing Way that Mulder began to question his own mother's involvement in the conspiracy, posts here and here; which provides ample proof of the lengths his ex would have been able to twist him about without his suspicion.) Diana knows how to mask her control through silky "Fox, I know better; and you know I know better" language that skirts his animosity and detection. While Phoebe is cruel and callous and careless-- getting caught-out both times she and Mulder engaged in a relationship of sorts-- Diana is circumspect and calculating and careful. Diana exploits his weak spot-- self-punishment and a desperate need for love-- by disguising her attentions behind loving, near-maternal guidance and protection... something she would have known he lacked after Mulder unveiled his backstory. While Phoebe is reliant on relationships and adoration and praise to feel superior-- unable to face or accept rejection-- Diana doesn't rely on anyone or anything except herself (hence why CSM came to depend on her, too.)

DIANA, THE (PURPOSEFULLY) NOT-SO RAVISHING

All that logic and canonical consistency aside, the beauty in Mimi Rogers's casting is that she isn't a ravishing beauty to Mulder.

Mulder isn't head-over-heels for her like he was Phoebe Green or Bambi Berenbaum or (later) Scully. In the magazines and tapes that aren't his, in his dreams, in his Kill Switch illusion, Mulder fantasizes about larger-than-life sexuality: the Jersey Devil, Phoebe, Bambi, the blonde bimbo nurses, Jade Afterglow, Scully in sci-fi gear, etc. The exaggeration in their presentation captures his imagination and attention. (We see hints of Diana as a wanton, sexually deviant temptress here and there: namely in Mulder's vision of her in Amor Fati-- post here-- where he is not surprised to see her in aggressive, sexy lingerie-- but is surprised to hear she suddenly wants to settle down and have children, post here. And, again, "settling down" is framed as "It's time to grow up, Fox"-- another maternally slanted manipulation.) In casting Mimi, their dynamic changed from Phoebe-Green-enraptured to old-wound-manipulation.

Mulder himself wasn't gutted over their breakup-- telling Diana, without a shadow in his eyes pointing to past hurts or wounds or pain he'd overcome, "I've done okay without you." It was Diana who walked and Diana who returned; but it's Mulder who didn't ask her to stay either time. She was his partner: not in the "wildly understood definition of that term", but a literal partner who discovered the X-Files alongside him, who spent five years of her life with him, and who left-- without regrets, from either side-- for greener pastures. It had been a comfortable, not passionate, relationship. Afterwards, Mulder was content to burrow down in the basement, alone; and resented any intruder into his sanctum after she left.

And when Diana returns, he's stiff, tense; and takes a while to warm up to her presence. Yes, because of his past with her, yes because he hadn't informed Scully of said past; but mostly because he knows Diana is there for a reason. And, profiler that he is, Mulder suspects he's the reason. And he's right.

DIANA FOWLEY V. DANIEL WATERSTON

How does Mulder's draw to Diana differ from Scully's draw to Daniel?

Well, firstly, we have to discuss the similarities. Both Diana and Daniel are older partners, and both put down the instincts of their lovers (or would-be lovers, in Scully's case) to assert their own interests and end goals. ...The similarities largely end there.

The differences, however, point to the nuance of their situations.

Mulder isn't drawn to Diana because she was "his mother"-- he was attracted to her because his inner porch bug is drawn to the promise of a light at the end of the tunnel; and always coaxes him into the dangerous dark and straight towards the beam of a bug zapper. In this case, he got caught in the window screen, peering into the glow of a house but unable to advance towards or retreat from it. Diana and he had good times, comfortable times that they could remember fondly later; but their reminiscing consists of her helping on the files, not the years of their relationship beforehand. In essence, they have "the work"-- in whatever current form that was-- between them and nothing more (in contrast to his bond with Scully, which transcends Mulder's search for "the truth.")

Scully is drawn to Daniel because he is "other fathers"-- a man who not only understands her expertise and passion but rewards it with devotion and pride. While Diana left Mulder and was, apparently, perfectly content to be single as she carried out the Syndicate's aims (or because she left her options open to exploit CSM's interest), Daniel mourned and pined after his loss, letting his cracked marriage dissolve completely and abandoning his daughter to-- hopefully, maybe-- run into Scully someday. Diana and Mulder coasted five years-- another sign their relationship didn't healthily benefit either person-- before they decidedly separated. Daniel and Scully had a stormy (near) love affair, and split after the tempestuous blowout.

(By the way, Mulder and Scully, carry out those patterns with their ensuing relationships: Scully moving fast and strong with Jack and Jerse before they separate; and Mulder coasting on from case-to-couch, phone to his ear when he gets lonely at nights. Their partnership ultimately breaks each other's pattern, posts here, here, and here.)

Diana does fall in love with Mulder, though: by One Son, we see she truly has lingering feelings for her ex-- that take a backseat to her Consortium calling (and lack of characterization)-- and by Amor Fati, her affection has grown enough to manifest guilt, shame, and change-- that results in her death. However: the series portrays this as new emotional growth, not a symptom of their past relationship. Mulder doesn't expect that depth of feeling from her in The End nor The Beginning; nor even Two Fathers and One Son (hence his consternation with Scully's "jealous" suspicions, post here.) Again, "I've done okay without you" speaks volumes-- especially with the twinkle Mulder sports to show Diana that, for the first time in his life, he's found a spark: that his current "relationship" isn't comfortable or stagnant or in the past. (Which is why she reads between the lines and plans to break apart the partnership as deftly as possible.)

CONCLUSION

Hopefully these thoughts helped in some way or form. :DDDDD But what do you think, Anon?

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

**Note**: Here's the interview mentioned in the tags.

[wcbbfics]

WILDFLOWER pt 3

summary - sophia and paige had been close friends for a long time but now they both have a secret. sophia is hiding something from paige about her past. and paige is hiding her real feelings for soph.

paige bueckers x uconn student

warning- angst, car sex, fingering

an: please send me request for ideas for other fics, open to writing for emily, diana, and kate!

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saturday night (4 days after the fight)- paige’s pov

“PAIGE, get up” kk yells as she walks into my room uninvited

“leave me alone” i groan out, i’ve been cooped up in my bed all week feeling bad for myself.

“girl if you think i’m going to let you lay here all sad you best not know me” kk states with a stern face

“kk im fine i just am tired”

“you’ve been tired all week, i know sophias ignoring you has been hard but you need to find a new girl to be with”

i sit up with a displeased look on my face “i can’t find a new girl.” the days after our fight i’ve been in a constant battle with myself about what to do about our “fight”. i truly have no idea what she is so upset about. but ruining this friendship is the last thing i want.

“paige just come out with us, it will make you feel better”

I groan but give in because i know kk doesn’t ever give up. i get up and put on black baggy jeans and a vintage uconn sweatshirt.

We walk into the frat house and the smell of sweat and alcohol is making my head pound. I walk over to a group of uconn athletes and start making conversation my head is still pounding but i preserve through the pain. the conversation with the guys gets boring and i glance out the door to see nika outside by the pool talking to some girl that has her back turned to me. I abruptly stop my boring conversation with the random guys and walk over the back door. ice grabs my arm and pulls me over to the bar.

“i think we should stay inside” ice tells me

“why, i want to talk to nika” i state confused

“i’ll tell nika to find you” ice walks away leaving me more curious. I linger by the door waiting for ice to get distracted and start walking back over to nika. i now have a better view of the girl nila’s talking to. her skin is tan and her body is lean and beautiful. she’s wearing a white cropped shirt and a tiny little black skirt. maybe kk was right i do need to find someone else. so I walk up to the pair

as you start walking closer you feel like you recognize the girl nika talking to but you ignore it.

“hi paige” nika said groggily glancing at me

the girls long black hair whips as she turns to face me and our eyes connect. her big beautiful brown eyes are now locked on mine.

“paige” she breathes out.

she looks just as beautiful as the last time you saw her, now there were no tears streaming down her face.

“hey” i whisper back trying to not mess anything up.

“i’ll leave yall to talk” nika says as she looks at me knowingly and walks away

“how are you” i ask with concern

“fine”

“soph, i don’t want to do this small talk. can we please talk about what happened last weekend?”

“i don’t want to talk about it here”

“i’ll get us a uber. we can talk at my place” i almost beg i need to know how to fix this, fix us.

“fine”

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sophia’s pov

there was no available ubers so we get in a mini van with abunch of the guys basketball team. they promised there dd hasn’t drank anything so we got in. paige goes into the van first her tall frame hobbling to the back of the van

“what the fuck, yall said there were 2 empty seats” paige yells to whoever the driver is. he yells something back at her but i can’t hear.

“it’s fine paige we can just share i wanna to go home”

paige sits down and i walk over to her. we’re in the very back of the van, the row has two seats but one of them is filled with crap. as i sit down on her thighs i feel her muscles flex as her arms wrap come up and wrap around my torso. the action immediately makes me feel safe. being tangled up on top of each other feels so natural and right.

“you good” paige whispered concerningly in my ear. her hot breath tickles my skin as she breathes out.

“ya” i feel so shaky. like any movement could ruin this moment.

one of her hands snakes out to rest on the inside of my thigh. i turn my head to look her. she is peering out the window her eyes flashing back and forth. we are so close and i don’t know how long i can stay like this. the guys in the front are all drunkenly laughing and i don’t think they even remember we’re here.

paige’s hand is absentmindedly rubbing up and down my inner thigh. i can feel my mind screaming at me to tell her to stop because the rush of heat going to my core is unnerving.

my breath halts as she goes even high this time “paige” i whine. almost telling her to stop.

“what” she whispers back unknowing of the amount of pressure building

“your hand” i say and she stops moving it. “dont stop” i plead. i can feel her smirk as she inches her hand closer to my panties. i gasp at the warmth. she keeps going, looking at me for approval. i nod.

“you want me to fuck you in the back of this car” she asks surprised.

i nod my head again

“use your words ma”

“yes, please paigey”

paige takes a long deep breath. her mind racing with the though of what she might do to you. her mouth starts peppering kisses up and down my neck. one hand coming up to tilt your neck to the side. she connects her mouth with demand as she starts sucking on my sweet spot. i groan at the sudden aggression she has.

she continues kiss my neck as slides her hand under your panties. the wetness coating my pussy is dripping out soaking my entire underwear.

“this wet for me” she moans out. her fingers gather the wetness and she starts circling my clit.

my moans are breathy and quiet as she continues to rub her long fingers along my clit. she inserts her finger in and i can’t be quiet anymore. i yelp in response at her filling me. as soon as the sounds leaves your mouth her other hand come up and covers my mouth.

“paige” i moan into her. i feel my core tighten as i lean back into her. she gets a better angle and i close my eyes focusing on every single movement she makes.

“open your eyes” she mumbles. i listen opening them to look at her. she’s biting her lip, focused on what she’s doing.

“i’m almost there” i moan out. her eyes lock with mine. my breath stops as i release all over her fingers. her hand that was on my mouth is now digging into my hips rocking me back and fourth. she takes her hand out of my folds and bring it up to my face. she leans her head on to my ear. i can feel her lips brush my ear as she demands “suck”. i oblige as she puts her fingers into my mouth. i lick and suck all my juices off her fingers. i turn around so im straddling her waist. our eyes meet. she’s looking at me with such heat in her eyes that i might melt.

“you did so good for me” she whispers. and i lay my head on her shoulder as her hands and wrap around her waist. sleep is creeping up on me so i close my eyes and rest

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paige’s pov

we get to my dorm after 30 minutes of the driver getting lost. i carefully pick up sophia and walk into my room. i wish i could just stay with her wrapped around me. but i need to shower the smell of frat off me so i lay her down on my bed. my body goes cold with the loss of her body heat.

“paigey” she whines when i put her down.

“i’ll be right back” i assure her

i showered as fast as i could. when i opened the door she was still fast asleep. she looked like a angel laying there with her hair spread around her like a halo. i walked over to the bed gently laying my purple blanket on her and get under the covers. she immediately scoots towards me so i wrap my arms around her and hold her there.

i wake up to sophia still sleeping on top of me. her head is in the crook of my neck and i can feel every breath she takes. i just sit there and look at her. I am so down bad for this girl. i would do anything she asked me too. then my mind is racing with the thoughts of her being mad at me and not talking to me for a week. we need to have a serious conversation when she wakes up.

[loveephia]

Anon that asked this here, I am SORRY FOR ASKING THAT I GUESS I DIDNT FULL CHECK THE TW'S... But can you do headcannons for kuroo x fem reader that's the manager for another team? Shinzen maybe, and they met at the training camp

Take your time!

kuroo with a small crush on shinzen's manager.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a speck of angst, kuroo trying to get your attention, you're doing your manager duties like a good person would, bokuto being a dense sweetheart.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: NOOO DW ABOUT IT!! WHEN YOU SENT ME THAT QUESTION, I DECIDED TO ADD IT TO MY "NO'S" FOR FUTURE REFRENCES. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST!! :DD i'm so sorry that this is late. 😭😭😭

you both met when you were first years from the summer camp held two years ago.

kuroo is undeniably a pro at hiding his little crush on you, but he becomes more of a show-off when you're around. 😭

like, y'know how he's athletic, intelligent, and handsome all in one? yeah. he knows he's all that.

now that you're both third years, when he sees you at the summer camp again, he feels more on edge.

because this is his last chance of ever seeing you again unless both of your schools make it to nationals.

he wants to confess to you as soon as possible, but with all the busyness ahead, it's almost unlikely for him to be given an opening.

almost.

when you both meet at the entrance, you give him a small bow of recognition and walk right by him.

and oh my gosh have you gotten cuter??

KUROO IS READY TO RISK IT ALL FOR YOU BC BRO'S GOT THAT DESPERATE RIZZ!! LMFOAO

in the evening, you're about to go to the girl's bathroom to brush your teeth, when you notice kuroo getting out of a classroom too (a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste in one hand, and a plastic cup in the other).

since you're both headed the same way (the male and female bathrooms are near each other), you decide to talk to him so that it wouldn't be awkward.

"hello, kuroo. how's the summer camp been treating you so far?" you ask.

kuroo stutters in his step since he didn't notice you. "oh— it's been a bit hellish since bokuto keeps bothering me for practice,"

and kuroo doesn't know why, but he felt a little bolder than usual, "but i don't mind, since i get to see you afterward."

this brought a peachy blush onto your cute cheeks. what a smooth talker he is..

"a- ah.. really?" you ask, a bit flustered as you weren't expecting him to flirt with you.

kuroo nods with no shame as he makes his way over to you. "gonna brush your teeth, too?" he asks, and this time, it's your turn to nod. "mhm. i need to make my smile as pearly as possible."

"i've always liked your smile." kuroo admits as your blush deepens. "you're flattering me, kuroo." you hide the creeping smile behind a hand to kuroo's dismay.

he gently brings your hand down to see the beautiful smile he oh, so, loved.

and you let him. because there's something about kuroo that's just so—

"LET'S ALL PLAY MARIOKART! I WANNA BE PRINCESS PEACH BECAUSE SHE'S COOL— oh." bokuto's exclaims are quickly cut off by the sight of you and kuroo in the middle of the hallway, looking like you were almost about to kiss.

"woah, i didn't know you two were a thing!" bokuto quickly jumps to conclusions as you try (emphasis on the try) to tell him that he has it all wrong, your frantic arms waving back and forth. "n- no! it's not like that!"

it's hard to sway bokuto otherwise when your face is as red as apples right now.

kuroo finds it amusing since he didn't know he had such an effect on you. how cute!

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Where to buy lingerie?🥀 Girlhood Tips #1 🥀

Whatever happened to wearing beautiful undergarments while prancing around our rooms? One of the staples of being youthful is now seemingly dead and gone. I love to whine down in my fabulous undies and sway to my favorite songs.

Hopefully we can bring this tradition back! To help kick start this, I’ve compiled a list of size inclusive lingerie brands from cheapest to more pricier items.

(If you guys want more options or help please let me know! I'm a chronic online shopper😭)

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(1-20 USD per set/item)

AliExpress

Ali express stores is the absolute cheapest option for both price and size…yall already know it's fast fashion most times but some reputable brands from them are (IEUHIA, Wriufred, ChenFa Store, and Aiangelaquin official store)

Not much to elaborate here but they usually have a XXS-XXL

Cannot link the stores but just search up by the shop name.

FreetheFrillies

Handmade undergarments shop based out of the United Kingdom, features both religious and Victorian imagery on their clothing.

Sustainably at a reasonable price is one of their main concerns and they take pride in hand sewing each and every one of their items before they are shipped to you!

Material includes cotton, satin and elastics.

Sizes ranges from UK8/10 to UK16/18

ShopCryBunni

Small indie early brand ran by a student in Salt Lake, Utah! Very simple designs usually solid color or floral garments with a small bow or a flower on top. Very affordable.

Shipping is quick and punctual usually taking 2-3 days on average inside of the US. Internal customers can take up to 2-3weeks.

Sizes range from xxs-L US standard and does not make custom sizing outside of that at the moment.

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(30-70 USD per set/item)

AKAMYDINH

Small fashion label based in Saigon, Vietnam. They repurpose factory scraps and excess to make their brand as sustainable and ethical as possible! Their lingerie is simple solid colored bikini style sets with a frill finish. Occasionally with a cherry, bow, or floral embellishment.

XXS-XXL is the sizes offered with a additional custom sizing upon request!

70% of their items are made to order while the other 30% is made by fairly paid seamstresses.

Quick and helpful customer service with an outstanding 4.8 stars. Definitely recommend if you’re looking for simple yet ethical clothing.

Besos Biquinis

Famous tik tok brand that is known for their super cute vintage day of the week panties packs!

Their other items are more expensive like the 100+ range but most of their undies are $40-70 USD

Sizining is XS to XL usually. However, only going up to L in bottoms. Biggest cup size is C-DD cup without band specifics.

Unsure about custom sizing but I’d assume not? It’s always worth it to email! :)

Cute packaging and great customers service from what I’ve hear they also send out PRs soooo….if you have a big following definitely worth checking them out

ShesArMermaidCat

An absolute classic in the coquette community! She makes Dolores haze inspired garments with bloomers and cupcake style tops. The sets are usually solid colored or gingham! Perfect for the more modest Americana girlies.

She’s a gem and has amazing communication. You can also request a custom piece or size.

Each and every set is made to order and is handmade right out of California. 10/10 definitely recommend this shop for every Lolita!

FeelingVaugeVintage

Exotic dancer style lingerie brand. This is for the girls who are secy workers or love that style of lingerie. Much more form fitting, skimpy and trashy which I love and I know there's girls who love it too!

Handmade brand based off of esty who is always running sales. Currently offer 20% off when you buy two and 30% off when you buy three! Great deal an already cheap brand.

Sizing is a standard S-L but with any handmade brand just message the seller and ask if they can make a custom size just for you ;) they are a very sweet and punctual seller and they have well over 16,000 sales and a 4.8 star! Definitely recommend!

PurrfectPineapples

Cruelty free lingerie brand based out of Chicago, Illinois. The underwear is all pinup, vintage rockefeller style. Using vintage prints and designs. The embellishments are simple and usually lace or bows. Most sets include bra, panties, and a garter belt for about 60ish USD which is amazing tbh!

This brand is handmade to order and does take custom orders/sizing. The wait time is anywhere from 2 weeks to a month at most for an order.

Great customer services and many ways to pay including klarna payment plans.

(80-100+ per set/item)

$$$

Malicious designs

Handmade sustainable brand that sells tons of babydoll and lolita style clothes. This business is ran by Sheana Hinesley and is a fairly popular place to shop both on Depop and Etsy! They use standard sizing US S - L and is open to doing custom sizing

I do own an outfit for them and well made and I do think it’s worth the price! Fair warning is that shipping takes. 3 months to a year….. And at times their communication is less than the standard.

Would mainly suggest either buying second hand or through their Etsy for the best experience possible!

International shipping plus esty allows payment plans soooooo

Buttress and snatch.

A handmade and sustainable brand that sells 60's american style lingerie with beautiful craftsmanship. Most of their items have bows, rose, or lace embellishments which are a must for any lolita! They are based in the UK with international shipping. The cup sizes goes all away up to a. 36E/40DD and the bottoms up to a size UK18!

For the more adultish sexy girls they do have see through and fully lace garments. For the girls love the environment they have a line of items that are all made out of 100% recycled cotton shirts! How cool.

The brand also has great customer services and can do custom sizing if needed. If you’re ever worried about size conversion please shoot them an email.

They also have a one cup bra for support for anyone that needs that which I think is absolutely amazing. Definitely worth a look.

Love for lemons 🍋

Extremely well known sister brand of Victoria’s Secret that has absolute gorgeous pieces. Their pieces are packed with laces, frills, and florals! Perfect for a more mature, classy coquette.

Unfortunately not as size or comfort inclusive as our last pick but they do have sizes ranging from. XXS-2X and the cups can go up to a big as 38DDD but unfortunately that’s usually for select items such as teddies :/

One the bright side items such as garters, shoes, skirts, and swimwear is available compared to other brands. International shipping is available as well as sales and discounts. P.s. there’s a sale going on for $30 USD on select items.

Good customer services with no custom sizing however you should always mail before buying if unsure! I’d still pick lemons over Victoria’s any day! Tea.

[minniebbang]

within the forest | chapter 1

Pairing: fairy!chan x princess!reader word count: 1.4k words Summary: While wandering in the forest, someone caught your eyes a/n: this series is written in 3rd POV :DD

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"Princess, where are you?!" The butler shouted through the thick forest but to no avail, the figure he was searching for didn't answer. A sigh of frustration escaped the old man's lips as he wiped his sweat off with his black sleeve. Glancing at his wristwatch, he returned to the palace without the young little princess he was searching for. Surely, he will be punished for the mistake.

The bushes rustled against each other as her small figure carefully jumped out from it. She stifled a giggle with her hand from being heard, causing it to come out as a muffle. Observing around, she ran through the quiet meadow, with butterflies following from behind. Pollen from the flowers stuck on her plain white skirt as she ran across the colourful flowers.

Exhirilation burst inside her as she rarely experienced freedom. She realised staying inside the huge palace with only dolls and plushies as companies in her room was tiresome. The descriptions and sketches of the outside world always managed to pick her interest. Varieties of flowers, butterflies running around and birds chirping. It was the same as she imagined it would be.

Her steps came to a halt when a low snore entered her ear. Curious, she followed the sound, eventually leading her to a stone with a pair of huge black wings..? She cocked her head to the side and slowly took a step approaching it. Arriving far enough, she saw how the wings moved in the movement of someone's breathing. Her hazelnut brown orbs widened seeing a hand peeking out of the wings. A long and beautiful hand, its nails were painted black like a woman but up close it appears it has visible veins popping out.

"A man in a forest..?What are you doing here alone, mister?"

She asked the figure as if it would reply. She settled in front of him and gently caressed his gigantic wings. The hand under the wings began moving, startling her a bit. The figure sat up on the flat stone, rubbing his eyes with his fingers to get rid of the sleepiness. The figure stares at her, eyes filled with confusion and interest in the young little princess.

"W-what are you doing here, little girl? It's dangerous." He asked with his hoarse voice. His wings folded on his back as he stretched, revealing a young man with a loosened white shirt and old black pants. His black hair was messy and covered his greyish eyes.

"Your wings are gorgeous, mister."

"My wings?" He stated in disbelief and turned at his wings, a small smile tugged on his pale pink lips. He touched the wing, mumbling 'thanks' to the girl. The girl came to him, sitting on his lap which caused the man to flinch at her reckless action but to think of it, she was a little girl after all. Her tiny hand tried to reach for his hair but to no avail, she kept grasping the air. Giggling at her attempt, he bends his head forward, allowing her to touch his hair. His cold heart melted at her doing. Rarely for him to have a soft spot for children mostly for curious girls like her.

She ruffled his hair with both of her hands, removing the grass stuck in his black hair.

"Done! Now, your hair looks much cleaner, mister,"

"Thank you again, little girl. Now, answer my question, what are you doing here, all alone? In a forest?"

She stayed silent for a moment, resting her finger under her chin, thinking of an answer.

"I'm bored living in the palace with my stuffed toys every day! Mommy never let me meet someone because she said it was dangerous for me to know about outsiders."

A palace she said..? His eyes widened as realisation hit. It's the king's daughter he was holding on to. Unconsciously, his wings spread widely, causing some of the fallen leaves around them to fly away. She clapped her hand in awe. He turned to the girl.

"You're bored. Want to visit my house, little flora?" She nodded and in a blink, they were up in the sky, heading far from their early location. The man landed on the ground after arriving in front of his cottage, telling the girl to unfold her eyes. In front of them was a small cottage made out of wood and yarn as the roof.

"Come on."

He entered the house and she followed him inside. The inside was simple - a kitchen, a living room with a fire chamber on the wall, an old teak door leading to a bedroom, and some portraits of someone hanging on the walls. All of them look aged.

"This place is awesome!! Can I come here often?" She asked, tone hinting full of hope. He sighed as he brought two cups of tea in his grip, placing one in front of her and sitting across from her. She carefully took the cup, blowing it slowly before sipping the tea.

"You can, only if your mother allows you."

Hearing his answer, she immediately sulked.

"Mommy certainly wouldn't allow it. She's too strict and busy with Daddy too."

She crossed her arm across her chest, lips pouting. Again, the man couldn't resist her cute charms and it was still incredible for him how this girl could break the ice in his heart.

"Then, sure. You can come here. Do you like reading perhaps? I have tons of books left unread on the shelf."

"Yes yes!! I love books and the smell of them."

The man emerged. He grabbed some books that might be suitable and handed them to her. She gasped and started flipping through the pages, engrossing herself with the story. Minutes passed and the man just stared at her reading through each sentence in the book. A few giddily giggles escaped her lips.

"Reading books is the only way I can forget being alone, stuck in the palace. I feel like I'm not in that dim room when I read." She blurted out, raising her gaze and meeting his eyes.

"Me too. It helps me forget my pain."

"Glad I have someone who thinks the same as me."

She laughed and continued reading. Hours passed and the sun began hiding behind the horizon, welcoming the moon. He who noticed the change quickly spoke up

"It's getting late, little flora. Let's go home, yeah?" She nodded vigorously, shutting the book close, hugging it tightly to her chest.

"Can I borrow this book, mister?"

"Of course, you can. Let's go, your parents must be worried."

She smiled and hugged his legs. The sunset shone on his wings, revealing a big scar on them. She noticed it but didn't tell him about it. She closed her eyes and instantaneously, they arrived at the palace. She let go of his legs, thanking him.

"By the way, Mister, what's your name?" He sent the small girl a sweet smile and crouched to her level. He pinched her nose softly

"My name is Chan, Bang Chan. If you want to meet me again tomorrow, pick up the black feather, okay little flora? Goodbye."

After the last sentence, he disappeared into thin air, leaving only a black feather. She picked it up and heard heavy footsteps coming toward her. Spinning her body around, she was greeted by the guard, her dad and her mother. Her mother rushed to her, taking the small girl into her arms as tears flowed down. She just smiled at her father.

"Daddy! I found a new friend today! He's so kind!" She uttered cheerfully, showing the book and the feather she was holding. The king's face furrowed at the sight - no, not the book but the black feather. He knew who it was from.

[obsessedelusional]

Trigger Warning

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x Reader

summary ✦ A friend ship with Robin leads to a crush on Eddie Munson. One drunken night changes everything, suddenly Munson has a girlfriend. The group can’t help but assume it’s you. It’s not. Contains Smut

authors note ✦ Feedback and reblogs appreciated! Thank you for all the love!!!

A year ago you befriended Robin which quickly turned into you being integrated into her friend group, you fit right in. Eddie took a certain fondness to you, which you never fully understood. You considered your self plain and boring while Eddie was the complete opposite. But you couldn’t help but feel like he gravitated towards you whenever the group got together, flirting with you so outwardly. You never minded forming a crush on him shortly after meeting him.

You thought maybe you were over thinking the way Eddie acted around you but when Robin noticed it too, that validated your feelings. She was determined to make it happen, getting Steve in on it. Those two were constantly trying to push you two together. According to Robin the whole group shipped you two together. She had to explain that one to you not understanding what shipping two people together meant.

Robin begged you to come to a house party that the girl she liked was attending. You didn’t go to parties so you politely declined. Until she brought of the fact that one of the attendees would be Eddie.

“Fine I guess I’ll show up.” You whine pretending to be annoyed.

“I had a feeling that would work. Steve will pick you up at 10!” She says before before hanging up with no goodbyes. You chuckle at how excited she is.

—

A text from Robin letting you know they’re here puts a smile on your face as you run out the door straight to his BMW. You let your self into the back seat, Robin turns to face you, “You ready to get drunk?”

When you don’t respond fast enough Steve chimes in, “Why am I always the DD? When is it my turn to get drunk?”

“Never. You’re permanently my own personal driver. Suck it the fuck up.” She laughs as Steve starts the ignition and drives off, doing as he’s told. You’ve never drank before or got high before joining this friend group. Most of the time only participating because Eddie would be the one initiating it. Thinking it’s sad you’d do anything that boy asked of you.

Doesn’t take long before Steve parks in front of the house, just down the street from your home. Robin is the first out of Steve’s car. Steve and you follow far behind her. Once inside Steve says, “I wonder if Jessica’s here yet.” Then taking off to find his most recent situationship. Another term Robin had to explain to you.

You walk around hoping to bump into a familiar face. Eventually finding your way to the kitchen. Drinks and snacks lined up on the counter. You grab a beer, deciding if your gonna make it through the night you’re gonna need a little liquor in your system taking a big swig. Walking into the living room you see no one you know, you curse yourself for being so damn shy. Sitting down on the nearest empty seat, pulling out your phone to look busy. Sipping on the beer you found in the kitchen.

The weight of someone sitting to damn close to you pulls your attention away from your phone. Looking up you’re greeted by a guy wearing a letterman smiling, “Hey I’m Andy.”

You introduce yourself to with he responds, “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“Thanks.” You can’t help but blush, he’s attractive.

“What’re you doing all alone?”

“My friends ditched me.” You laugh taking another sip, some how your first drink is empty.

“That’s a shame. I would never ditch you. We should do shots.” You contemplate your choices, deciding taking shots with Andy sounds better than sitting alone. Before you can answer he stands up and drags you into the kitchen. He starts pouring some liquor into two shots before passing one to you. He doesn’t hesitate shooting it back, you follow in his lead. He yells as you cringe at how bitter it tasted.

Before you know it you’ve had several shots, definitely feeling it. Knowing you’re going to regret this is the morning. You nearly trip but Andy catches you in his arms. Looking up at him was a mistake because he kisses you hard and sloppy, making your need to vomit ten times worse then before. You push away from his grip and run towards the bathroom, running inside, kneeling in front of the toilet to throw up.

As you’re vomiting someone lets them self into the bathroom. Whoever it is sits down with you holding your hair for you. You quickly recognize the voice, it’s Robin.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Andy happened.” You whine, wiping your mouth off on the sleeve of your shirt.

“Yeah we saw that.”

“Who’s we?” You groan sitting back, the room spinning.

“Eddie and I.”

“We were enjoying the show of you taking shots. That was until Andy started getting touchy. You should’ve seen Eddie, absolutely fuming.” She laughs, handing you a water bottle, you drink it.

“Then when he kissed you he stormed out.”

“Was he mad?” You ask between drinks, trying desperately to rehydrate yourself.

“Yeah. You need to go talk to him.”

“I’m too druunkkkk.” You cry, slurring your words.

“A drunk mind speaks sobers heart.” You roll your eyes at her statement, “He’s drunk too. You’ll be fine.”

“Fuck it.” Robin cheers because the liquor is giving you the courage you never had before.

“Wait!” She rummages through the bathroom cabinets finding some mouth wash, passing you the bottle. You look in the mirror wiping away the tears before taking a swig of mouth wash, spitting it into the sink.

“Go get your man!” She yells as you walk out the front door.

“Eddie!” You yelp as you notice his van sat across the street. Music playing loudly, you laugh remembering giving Eddie shit cause he’d be deaf soon if he didn’t stop listening to music so loudly. Drunkenly you walk up to his van stopping at his window, suddenly not as confident as you once were. You can’t help but laugh at how upset he looks, startling Eddie in the process. Now that he knows your here you let your self into the van.

“What the fuck? You scared the fuck out of me.”

“I had to find you. Robin said you were mad at me. Can’t have Eddie mad at me.” You pout your lip before sitting close enough to rest you head on his shoulder.

“I wasn’t mad at you.”

“I didn’t want to kiss Andy. He’s a shit kisser anyways.”

“That’s a shame.” He says flatly.

“I want to kiss you.” You say in a whisper, surprised at the words coming out of your mouth. Wondering when you got so bold. Looking up to see his reaction, he’s staring off not daring to look down at you.

“That’s the problem. You shouldn’t want to kiss me.”

“Why?” You ask.

“Because Y/N you’re smart as fuck, you’re going places. You’re gonna do something with your life. If you get caught up in my bull shit I’ll only drag you down with me.”

“We’ll I don’t care you can’t tell me who I should want to kiss.” He groans, rubbing his eyes. A silence falls over the two of you, irritating your drunken self. You sit up so your face is level with him.

“Guess I’ll just have to go kiss on Andy.” You let out a loud sigh, teasing Eddie in the hopes he’ll stop you. He finally looks at you, trying hard not to smile. He can tell your only trying to make him jealous.

“Please don’t make me Eddie. I only want you.”

“You have no idea how badly I want you.” He laughs. That’s more than enough for you because you crush your lips into his. This kiss more passionate then the one you previously shared with Andy. You can sense Eddie’s hesitation but that quickly fades when your hands find their way to the back of his head, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. Eddie can’t control himself a low husky moan leaves his lips mid kiss.

You’re the one to pull away eventually panting, “I live down the street. Walk me home won’t you?” You smile and Eddie agrees. You two get out of his van and start the short walk.

“Where are you shoes?” He laughs. Looking down at your feet you shrug, can’t remember the last time you seen them. The looking down almost causes you to trip but Eddie catches you. So you hold onto his hand the rest of the way.

At your front door you ask Eddie to come inside. “What about you parents?”

“It’s only my mom and she leaves every weekend to go visit her boyfriend.” Eddie can sense the sadness in your voice but doesn’t say anything.

“Are you coming?” You whine, he nods, and follows you inside. Still hand in hand, you lead him upstairs. Once in front of your door Eddie starts kissing your neck from behind. You turn to face him, Eddie hoists you up, and carries you into the bedroom. Gently setting you down but you don’t let go pulling him down with you.

“I want you, Eddie.” You whisper before Eddie kisses you this time allowing his hands to explore your body, finding their way to under your shirt. Pulling it over your head, Eddie takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your not too fond of wearing a bra, so your tits are out.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says kissing you again, his bulge pressing into your crotch. He’s hard and the friction feels so good.

“Do you have a a condom?” You ask when his kisses start to move lower, down your neck. He nods before pulling his wallet out and finding the condom that’s been collecting dust for a while now.

“Can I?” You ask grabbing it from his hands. He takes his jeans off so you follow, taking your shorts off. Eddie helps you remove your panties before laying back.

You make your self comfortable between his legs. You can see the entire out line of his dick in his boxers, turning you on even more. You caress it through the thin layer of fabric, feeling Eddie twitch under your touch. You decide you can’t wait any longer pulling the hem of him boxers down, his dick springs out hitting his stomach.

“Fuck it’s huge.” You take his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly trying to imagine this giant thing fitting in you. Eddie can’t believe what’s happening right now, have imagined this hundreds of times.

“I can’t wait I need you now.” Eddie whimpers at your words. You rip open the condom, pulling it out of the package. You slowly roll it down his shaft, painfully slow driving Eddie crazy. As soon as your done Eddie flips you over so your the one on your back. Aligning his dick with you dripping wet pussy, dragging the tip between your folds. Just barley grazing you clit, you moan needing more.

“Eddie please.” Your whine turns to a moan when Eddie slowly shoves the whole thing in before withdrawing it again, teasing you.

“Beg for it.” He hums, letting the head of his cock drag between your folds.

“Please,” you cry out, frustrated.

“What do you want? Use your words, princess.” He smiles, still teasing you cunt with only the tip.

“I want your dick, please.” With that Eddie slams his full length into you, giving you only a moment to adjust to being stretched out. You moan under Eddie’s control, feeling so full. He starts pumping in and out of you, picking up the pace your moans fill the silence.

He leans down so his lips meet yours, kissing you deeply. A moan coming from your mouth allows Eddie access to slip his tongue between your lips finding your tongue. He continues to make out with you as his thrusts become stronger. Just before he pulls out completely you frown at sudden emptiness.

“Flip over.” You listen rolling over onto your stomach. Eddie pulls your hips up so your face down ass up. He fills you up completely and doesn’t move. Taking a moment to appreciate the view in front of him. You can’t take it much longer so you begin rocking back and forth on his cock. Eddie throws his head back in pure bliss. A few short moments pass before Eddie’s grasping your waist and forcefully pounding into you, your moans getting louder.

You reach under yourself finding your clit quickly rubbing at your nub. Feeling your self coming closer to your end.

“Eddie I’m gonna…” You grunt your words trailing off as you climax on his dick. The sensation of your pussy pulsating as you come is just enough to send Eddie over the edge, he cums inside the condom.

You let your self fall flat on the bed. Eddie gets up and you roll onto your back, slipping under the covers. You watch as he removes the condom throwing in into a bin. He bends over and grabs his boxers, slipping them on. Then goes to grab his pants to put them on.

“Leaving already?” You whisper barley audible. Eddie stops what he’s doing and looks over to you laid in bed.

“I thought you’d want me to.” He mumbles, dropping his clothes back to the floor.

“I want you to stay.” You smile reassuringly. Eddie listens and crawls into bed with you. As soon as he lays down you rest your head on his chest and tangle your legs with his. Doesn’t take too long for you to fall asleep.

—

You wake up with the biggest grin and a fat ass fucking headache. Feeling around the bed, reaching for Eddie only to find an empty bed. You shoot up in bed and scan the room, there’s no sign of Eddie being here anymore. You groan annoyed and in pain, finding your phone laying on the floor. It’s nearly dead but you have nothing from Eddie. A few messages from Robin but that’s about it. You find the energy to get out of bed, still naked and sore. You go straight to bathroom and hop in the shower, letting the hot water run through your hair and down your body.

The events of last night replay in your head, at least what you can remember. You definitely remember Eddie being jealous so you tried to make him more jealous, your threats not so serious. Eventually convincing him to come over, where you two fucked. You can feel yourself greeting worked up remembering the details. Then remember the fact that he was long gone when you woke up.

It’d be one thing if he had left a note or maybe a text, but he left no sign that things were okay between you two. You sigh while hopping out of the shower. Several months of flirting lead up to this moment and you had imagined it going a whole lot smoother. You can’t help but let your mind consider the worst possible outcome. You didn’t regret it but if Eddie did things in the friend group we’re about to get real fucking awkward. As your brushing you teeth you phone rings from your bedroom. Toothbrush still in hand you run to grab it, you face drops when it’s only Robin.

Robin: did you go home with eddie I need to know dying to find out

Robin: you still coming tonight? You have to so you can tell me everything

You: ill tell you everything tonight

You sit for a moment and contemplate wether or not you should message him. You settle on a simple hi and almost immediately you see his little text bubble pop up and then disappear.

Fuck.

-

Movie night at Steve’s house was something you guys did regularly, most of the group usually attended. Eddie was there most nights so you expected to see him there. He has yet to respond to your message, that was sent several hours ago. You drive yourself to Steve’s house and let your self in, part of you hoping Eddie would be there. He’s not here, of course not.

“Please never let me drink like that again.” You say grabbing Robin who’s sat on the couch and leading her into the empty kitchen.

“Did you go home with Eddie?” Damn Robin always straight to the point.

“He went home with me?” You say like it’s a question.

“Did you two ya know?” You laugh at her inability to say the word sex but then you can’t answer so you’re just as bad.

“You did didn’t you? You don’t seem too happy about it.” Her face riddled with concern.

“Because that motherfucker was gone when I woke up. Left no note or anything. Has yet to respond to my text message and now he’s not here. Clearly he’s avoiding me.” You sigh defeated.

“He is a motherfucker. I ought to show up to his trailer and fuck him up right now.” Robin says seriously causing you to laugh.

“No I’m serious, he’s been pining for you for months now and finally gets what he wants. What you wanted. Can’t even fucking respond to you.” She says pulling out her phone and typing away before pressing send on a text.

“What was that?” You ask.

“Just telling that motherfucker he’s a mother fucker and a lil bitch.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” You pull her phone out of her hands scanning the screen.

“I did.” She wasn’t lying there you sat reading the text on her phone causing you to cringe.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You say already embarrassed. She agrees not to tell anyone, even Steve.

-

Eddie never showed up to movie night. Never responded to your text or Robin’s text. Was his plan to ignore the whole group until you moved on? It’s been almost a week since the two of you hooked up and still nothing from him. You’d see him in the hallways at school, avoiding the fuck out of you.

The entire group was talking about you two, wondering why Eddie wasn’t around as much. Only knowing that the last he was seen was leaving the party with you. Trying to connect the dots on their own.

When Robin made plans to hang out Steve’s Friday night you weren’t expecting to see him, just sitting there like nothing had happened. Your phone goes off and it’s Robin.

Robin: trigger warning he’s here

You look up from the text and she’s mouthing ‘too late I’m sorry.’ If Eddie wants to act like nothing happened you could do exactly that. Sitting as far away as possible you start talking with Robin about a unrelated topic.

All things are going okay, chatter between everyone fills the room. Of course your ease dropping trying to hear Eddie’s voice, trying to not make it too obvious. That’s when Steve asks how’s he’s been, where he’s been hiding.

“That’s actually what I wanted to tell you guys.” He says loud enough for everyone to stop talking and give him their full attention.

The last possible thing you could of ever imagined to comes out his mouth, “I have a girlfriend.”

Everyone’s eyes fall on you assuming it must be you. Which makes absolutely no sense because you were not Eddie’s girlfriend. All they know if you left the party a week ago with Eddie and now he has a girlfriend, no wonder they think it’s you. Now your angry, trying so hard to keep your mouth shut. Steve turns to you, “I’ve been waiting for the two of you to-“.

“What the fuck does that have to do with me?” You snap at Steve, standing up. Irritated by this entire situation, grabbing your car keys to leave. Tears start flowing down your face.

“You’re an asshole.” The sound of Robin going off on him is the last thing you hear before leaving Steve’s house. Making the sad drive home upset at the entire situation. Upset how you went off on Steve for assuming you were Eddie’s girlfriend. Upset because a week ago you Eddie was fucking you and now he has a whole ass girlfriend. Once home you run straight up stairs and lay in bed, tears still running down your face.

Your phone dings ands it’s Robin asking if your okay. You respond telling her you’ll be fine. Before texting Steve apologizing for snapping at him because he obviously didn’t deserve it. You make your self more upset when you realize things will never be the same. You’ll never be able to just exist in their friend group again without things being different.

—

You had cried yourself to sleep. The soft sound of glass being tapped on getting louder and louder wakes you up. You rub your eyes trying to gain consciousness. You look to your curtained window, a large dark figure it outside.

“I’m calling the cops right now.” You scream at who ever it is standing outside your window. You reach for your phone only to see several missed notifications. A few from Robin and Steve but the rest from Eddie. He’s begging you to let him in, he’s the creep outside your window.

“Go away Eddie!” You yell louder this time.

“Not until you hear me out.” He says loud his voice muffled through the window. You don’t respond hoping he’d go away but he is persistent.

“I’m not going away till you talk to me.” You sigh giving up and making the slow walk to the front door. You unlock it and open the front door, greeted by a sopping wet Munson. Apparently it had started raining at some point and he was was sat out her for who knows how long. He’s stood there looking like a sad puppy but you’re not about to let him get what he wants so quickly. He’s looking down at you, you can tell his brain is trying to figure out what to say.

“What do you want?” You spit.

“Can I come in?” He asks, rain dripping down his whole body.

“No.”

“Fair enough.” He laughs, when you don’t find it funny he stops laughing.

“I want to apologize.” You look at him waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I just said that because I don’t want you to want me. I thought maybe if you thought I moved on you would do the same. Only the complete opposite happened, everyone gave me shit for doing it that way. Which just solidified how terrible I felt for doing what I did.” He explains.

“You’re smart enough to make it out of this shit hole town. You’re going to do so much with your life. I don’t want to fuck that up for you.”

“Oh my fucking god. Who are you to tell me what’s good for me?” You groan annoyed.

“I care about you enough to know I’m no good for you.”

“If you cared about me so much you wouldn’t have fucked me and disappeared.” You say barely audible because of the tears begging to come out from your eyes.

“I was drunk and kept telling myself it’d be a one time thing. Then I went to leave and you asked me to stay. Which absolutely broke my heart because I knew I really fucked up.” When you don’t respond he continues.

“I fucked up cause I promised myself I wouldn’t let you get dragged into my bullshit but it was too late. You wanting me to stay scared me because no one’s ever wanted me to stay. Always getting kicked out immediately after. When I woke up next to you I was scared so I ran.” Eddie huffs, trying his best not to cry. His wet hair sticking to his face.

“I am scared.” He says this time quietly. You step out into the rain, arms wrap around his waist hugging him tightly.

“There’s no need for that.” You pull away so you can see his face.

“I like you Eddie. Like a lot. That’s all that matters.” You smile as an attempt to reassure him.

“I like you too much.” He smiles softly, looking down at you. You can’t help but roll your eyes letting out a small laugh.

“Just promise me you won’t pull this shit again.”

“I promise.” He says before leaning down to your level to kiss you. He pulls away sooner then you wanted.

“This is amazing but I’m freezing.” He says bringing you back down to earth.

“Shit.” You laugh leading Eddie inside your house, straight to the laundry room. You start undressing, ripping the wet clothes off your body.

“What’re you doing?”

“Hang your clothes over there to dry.” You explain motioning to the clothing drying rack struggling to peel your leggings off, he hesitates for a few moments. At this point your only in your bra and panties, headed towards your bedroom.

“You’re not gonna need them anyways.” You tease. You can no longer see Eddie but he doesn’t waste any time the sound of wet clothes being thrown around.

“Wait!” He hollers back before you hear a loud crash. Next thing you know he’s joining you in your room.

“What happened?” You ask laughing as he’s applying pressure on his shoulder. He’s only wearing his boxers now.

“I ate shit trying to hurry and undress.” He sigh rubbing his shoulder.

“Ohh poor thang.” You coo approaching him.

“Need a kiss to make it feel better?” You tease. He grasps his shoulder and nods yes, his lips pouted. So you do exactly that.

[kairiscorner]

Hi!!! I absolutely LOVE ur writings. Not sure if ur requests r open but do u mind if I request a spider noir x reader where they have a daughter together and one day when y/n walks in to check on noir and their daughter they see their daughter putting a bunch of makeup and accessories on him 😭😭😭 I think it would be so cute and funny!! I love the way you write spider noir btw, he’s my fav and ur fics are amazing!

HI ANON !! yep, my requests are open :DD sorry i'm super slow and easy to sidetrack though 😭😭😭BUT THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS AND IDEA !! I LIVE FOR DOMESTIC PETER PARKER AAAAAAAA @thecoolerdor i hope this is to your liking boo <333

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you trusted your husband peter with all your heart, so much so that you agreed to have a family with him. you could still remember that day when you announced to peter you were pregnant. oh, his little sequences of jumping up and down from happiness, the tears of irrefutable joy falling down from his eyes as he picked you up, spun you around and kissed you all over--his smile... oh, his charming, loving smile that you hoped your little one would have once it'd be born.

and nine months passed, nine wonderful, peaceful months passed, and your little bundle of joy was brought forth into the world; she was a girl. you could remember the moment when peter held your little girl in his arms--he choked on his own tears of love and unbridled joy, hearing her coos and her reaching for his glasses as he looked down at her with the brightest smile on his face.

"i promise you, my love... i'll keep both you and our daughter safe. i'd risk my life to see her grow up happily and normally. i... oh, i... i love you both so, so much." he said with a soft, genuine-sounding voice as he looked at you with glistening, teary eyes as his daughter grabbed hold of his glasses, and you both chuckled as tears came from both of your eyes, celebrating your new chapter in life as parents, as a family.

three years passed, and peter has since spoiled his little princess rotten. she has your hair, and his beautiful gray and brown eyes. she has his smile, which makes you melt when they both flash a smile; their dimples evident on their cheeks as the curves of their mouths become more prominent at the sides. peter's always loved his little girl more than anything and anyone. and of course, he always lets her know he's there for her; that daddy will protect her and keep her from feeling sad, hurt, or lonely, or anything bad. he's her light in the darkness, her superhero, literally and figuratively; he set the standard for her who a man should be in her life, and she loves him to bits.

you never felt jealous that your daughter preferred peter sometimes over you, you couldn't be, seeing as how, despite being spider man and a working man, he was always her father and he always delivered and did his job to the very best of his ability. though you trusted peter so much and believed in him, you were still worried if he knew what to do when you, the only one keeping the house together when peter's gone with no other adults in the house, would be gone for the whole day to run some errands.

"oh, you'll be out the whole day?" peter asked you as he held his daughter in his arms and sat her down on his lap as she played with her dolls. you nodded. "yeah, i have a lot on my plate today, i can finish them up by tonight." you explained. peter smiled up at you as you spoke. "that's okay, you gotta do what you gotta do." he said with a chuckle as he tickled his daughter, blowing a raspberry against her cheek, making her squeal and laugh, with you and peter laughing, too.

"are you sure you two will be okay while i'm gone...?" you asked with a concerned tone in your voice. peter smiled up at you and carried his daughter in his arms as he put a hand on your cheek. "hey... it'll be okay, we'll be okay. i'm peter parker, spider man, and i'm your husband, you don't have to worry. i can try doing what you do for a day and survive. at least i hope i can, but we'll be alright, love. i promise." he said as he leaned over to plant a sweet, soft kiss on your lips. you kissed him back, and it was in that kiss that you felt as though peter was emphasizing to you that he's got this, that you don't have to worry about a thing.

you pulled away soon and peter's hand found its way to your cheek again. "alright, then. i trust you." you said as you put your hand on the back of his that held your cheek, and you leaned over to kiss your daughter and say goodbye to her. "bah-bye! i wub you!" your daughter beamed with a flying kiss notion that you taught her, which made you and peter giggle at her cuteness.

they'll be okay. right?

you soon came home after 7 hours of running errands and buying groceries for dinner, thinking of your dear husband and darling daughter back at home. you headed home and opened the front door, all expectations of them being in the living room gone as they were nowhere downstairs. "peter? loves?" you called out for them as you put away your coat and kicked off your shoes by the entrance.

you climbed up the stairs where you heard faint giggling in your daughter's room and the air filled with high pitched laughter from your daughter and low chuckling from your husband. you smiled and sighed to yourself in relief as you entered the your daughter's room after knocking a few times. "loves?" you called for them as you peeked your head in through the door.

there, you bore witness to the sight of peter being slathered on with your makeup; your lipstick, mascara, blush, and eyeshadow were not spared. your necklace and earrings were on peter, dangling on him all lopsided. "oh, dearest!" peter called out with a crooked smile, with lipstick streaking down past his lips as he smiled up at you.

your daughter greeted you with a hug and asked you to come over and sit down at her little makeup parlor. you chuckled instead of getting mad, how could you when your daughter was so... talented at beautifying her own father?

you looked at peter as you sat down with him on the floor as your daughter took the rest of your makeup, with peter wrapping his hand around your waist and smirking at you. "don't i look absolutely irresistible, love?" he asked in a low voice as he adjusted his glasses and wink at you with the mismatched eyeshadow on his eyes and such exaggerated eyelashes from your mascara.

you couldn't stifle the laugh any longer, and out it came as you erupted in peals of laughter as you rested your head against peter's shoulder at how ridiculous he looked. peter chuckled low as he put his other hand under your chin. "i get it, you're wishing i could be as pretty as you..." he said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss on your lips, your lips now two different shades of lipstick as you kissed him back.

"i wish you just gave her crayons instead of my lipstick, but seeing you like this..." you said as you rested your hand on his chest as he leaned his head against yours. "it makes me remember just how much you love her, so willing to let her do anything with and to you, like a good father does." you said as you pulled him in for another kiss. your daughter soon came back to do your makeup now, and you pulled away from him, giggling still at how exaggeratedly beautiful he was like this.

a/n: THIS SHIT MELTING MY HEART FRRRRR

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