#my house is dirty the dishes are dirty my life is dirty and A FUCKING EGGSHELL IS COMIFN FOR ME

[smutoperator]

How I Met Her Father

Jeon Somi x Male Reader, Somi's Father

Part 3 of 4 of All In Family

Tags: (lots of) big tits worship, bimbo, cum on tits, dirty talk, facefucking, full nelson, girlfriend, incest, living room sex, saliva, (lots of) spit-roasting, swimming, titfucking, wife duties, whisky

Word count: 4715

After years of focusing her efforts on her career, Somi wanted to settle down a bit. She had finally found the perfect guy for her, as you two had been involved in an increasingly romantic relationship.

But she needed one more thing before you two moved a step further.

"I want you to meet my father, I want to talk to him before we continue with our relationship," Somi said, still naked in your bed as you prepared to get to work. "Sure," you answered her. "Let's do it tonight," you continued, kissing her before you headed to work.

Somi went to her father's house, doing some dishes while waiting for you to arrive. "So you want to marry him?" her father asked. "Yes, Dad, I feel like the time has come, my career won't go much further than this so I need to start thinking about my life afterward," Somi answered.

The night came in as Somi set the table. You were greeted by her father as you two started talking about typical manly things, Somi just listening while washing the dishes as you two also talked about her, drinking some whisky in the living room while she started setting her plan up.

"Dad, do you want some more whisky?" Somi asked, serving both of you. "Sure," her father answered as Somi walked into both of you in a beautiful black dress that showcased her beautiful big tits with a nice cleavage, before heading back to the kitchen.

"My daughter, you know, I don't think she's really wife material yet, she's a little too wild, she goes flashing her boobs with her best friend in photo boots, and every time she goes out with Chaeyoung or Giselle she returns a drunk mess. She truly behaves like a bimbo who doesn't think about tomorrow. Sometimes it feels like she's just a pair of big tits on a stick," her father tells you, unaware that Somi is hearing everything you two are talking about.

"I need to take a little break," you told them, leaving Somi alone with her father. "Me too, I'll go to the bathroom, stay in there, Somi," her father told her. Somi sat in the living room, knowing she had to act if she wanted to get her father's approval for her relationship.

Somi's father returned to the living room but her daughter wasn't there anymore. He walked into the pool, drinking some more whisky and staring at the moon before Somi approached him.

"Big tits on a stick huh?" Somi asks her father. "What do you mean?" he asks her. "Don't try to fool me, I heard everything you said to my boyfriend in that room. You're really doing everything to convince him not to marry me. A bimbo? A fucking bimbo? Don't you have any respect for your daughter?" she angrily asks.

"You certainly don't do much to dispel this notion, do you?" Somi's father tells her. "Well, you certainly seem to like your big tit bimbo daughter," Somi says, taking her dress off as she starts swimming naked in front of her father, her boobs so big they stay above the water's line, before she finally turns around, her wet naked body in front of her father as she starts grabbing his pants.

"Big tits on a stick, let me show them," Somi says, crawling out of the pool and rubbing her father's crotch. He drinks another dose of whisky as she takes his belt off, kissing his underwear before unveiling his cock, softly sucking it. "Somi, be careful, your boyfriend is in the house," her father says. "Well, she's not the one I need to convince," she answers her dad.

Somi gives her father a very slow-paced blowjob, getting his cock harder and harder, maintaining eye contact at every second. "You seem to be enjoying your bimbo daughter sucking this cock," she tells him as she notices him groaning, moving her head faster against his shaft before going down to suck his balls. "Fuck," Somi curses as she licks his cock from the balls to the tip.

"Give me those big tits," Somi's father commands as she spits on his cock's head, offering her big pair of udders for his cock to rest on, before squeezing his shaft between her huge milkers. "Come on Dad, fuck those big tits from your bimbo daughter," Somi tells him as she starts moving them up and down his shaft.

Somi's dad quickly obliges, bringing his daughter's body closer to his and thrusting upwards into her big tits. "Oh my God, you squeeze my cock so good," he tells his daughter, kissing her as he bangs her big boobs. Somi moves her tits into his shaft as he pours some whisky into it, before saying a couple of words.

"Let's go inside," Somi tells her father as both of them return to the living room where you and her father were talking just some minutes ago. Somi and her dad share kisses, him grabbing her big tits as she strips him down, before he dives into her huge udders, kissing and sucking them.

Somi sits on one of the many couches in the room, going back to suck her father's cock as she bobs her head on his cock without using her hands. "Oh fuck," her father groans as Somi takes his shaft deeper in her throat. "Yes, baby, suck your dad's cock, " he tells her, unbuttoning his shirt as Somi keeps spitting on and twisting his dick.

"Take this saliva and spit on your fucking tits," Somi's father tells her as he sees a huge string of saliva coming out of her mouth after she sucks his cock. Somi obliges as her father gropes her big boobs, sticking his cock between them for a second round of titfucking. "Yes, baby, just like that," he tells her as he bangs her udders while kissing her, enjoying her throbbing tip popping out from time to time.

"Oh my God, you're such a good bimbo," Somi's father says as she spits once again on her tits, letting her father's cock slide with ease as he kept banging her tits. Somi took this shirt fully off, getting both of them naked. "Oh my God baby yes," her father groaned as Somi got on all fours for him to fuck her face while he reached to grab her ass.

Somi choked on her father's cock like the good bimbo she is, her boobs bouncing hard as he delivered deep thrusts into her mouth. He sat on the couch, letting Somi deliver him a no-hands sloppy boss-chair blowjob. Somi was enjoying bobbing her head on her father's dick, strings of saliva coming out of her mouth, until she turned her head and saw you entering the room.

Somi blushed as she got caught by surprise, the saliva still connecting her mouth to her father's cock. You looked at your slutty girlfriend, pretending to be angry. She didn't know you had watched her whole sequence with her father by the pool, but soon, her boldness would surprise you even further.

"Come join us, honey," Somi asked you, who felt shocked as those words hit your ears. "Didn't you hear me? I said come join us, honey," Somi repeated. You lowered her head just as Somi lowered hers to suck her father's cock, but you obliged, lining up behind her and eating her pussy while she kissed her father.

"Suck his dick too," Somi's father commanded as she turned her attention to you, kissing you with her cock filled mouth before you quickly unzipped your pants, Somi taking turns between sucking your cock and jerking her father's dick off. You grabbed her face and shoved down your meat while her father played with her big boobs and jerked his own cock off, before Somi turned his attention to him, rolling her eyes. "Such a good bimbo," he told her.

Somi got so sloppy that strings of saliva connected both cocks to her mouth. Both of you took turns fucking her face, making her big tits bounce. Somi gets ready to sit on the couch, only to get surprised by her dad's cock impaling her pussy. "Ahhhh," she moans but it gets muffled by your big meat pounding her mouth.

"Yes baby," Somi's father celebrates as he thrusts up her pussy, enjoying her muffled moans and her bouncy boobs as he fucks her pussy while she chokes on your cock. "Oh my God," Somi moans as she strokes your cock after gagging on it, her father grabbing her big tits from behind as they keep bouncing while she rides his dick.

"You like that, you fucking slut?" you ask Somi as she bounces on her father's cock. "Yes, fuck, I love that, getting taken by my dad and my boyfie at the same time," Somi moans as she jerks your cock off before getting spit-roasted. "Look at those big tits, they bounce so beautifully," her father tells you as Somi turns into exactly what he wanted, a free-use bimbo whose only purpose in life is to be a cockslut.

"Oh yeah, choke on this cock," Somi's dad commands as she turns your cock into a mess of spit. "My turn next," you tell Somi, lying her on the couch and drilling her pussy hard, punishing her for being a cheating slutty girlfriend while her dad feeds his cock full of her pussy flavors for her to taste.

Somi takes a good pounding, her tits bouncier than ever as you relentlessly attack her cunt. Even after her father stretched it out, it's still the same tight pussy that made you fall in love with her. "Fuck me, fuck, me, fuck me," Somi moans as her body shakes, you are barely able to hear her moans as she chokes on her dad's cock.

Somi's dad gropes her tits as he fucks her face, you still pounding her pussy as Somi gets spit-roasted hard. You open her legs further, her pussy turning into a fleshlight for your cock while her father grabs her tits, bringing them together and sucking her big pair of milky udders. "FUCK," Somi screams as she gets overwhelmed by her dad licking her nipples and your hard thrusts in her cunt.

"AHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Somi screams, her father licking her tits harder than ever, you plowing her cunt harder than ever. "We're just starting, you fucking slut," you tell her, your thrusts making loud noise hitting her hot tall body, her father now with his face completely buried between her big boobs. "OHH, OHHH, OHHHH," Somi moans. "Bounce those boobs for your boyfriend," her father says, watching his daughter get turned into your cocksleeve.

You keep fucking Somi hard, fingering her pussy as her father slapes and worships her tits. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she moans, kissing her dad which only makes you push harder into her pussy, spitting on her body and massaging her cunt with both your hands and your cock, making her boobs bounce harder at each thrust you give her.

"Good girl," Somi's father tells her as she chokes on his cock. "Oh it feels so good, don't stop fucking my pussy," she tells you in between kisses from her father. "Bounce those tiddies," he commands again, sucking Somi's jiggling udders as you keep pounding her tight wasian cunt. "YEAH, YEAH, AHHHH," she moans as you clap her cheeks hard, Somi quickly loses her breath.

"Lemme get her," Somi's father tells you as he tosses her daughter's hot body into the main couch, putting both of them sideways as he slides inside her pussy. "Hmmm yeah," Somi moans as she presses her tits, you quickly come to stuff her mouth. "Oh baby, your pussy is so tight," her dad says as he grabs her waist and starts thrusting inside Somi's fuckhole.

Somi grabs her tits, preventing them from bouncing as you fuck her face and her dad fucks her pussy in perfect sync. She looks at you as you smile at her, loving to see your girlfriend turned into a bimbo. "Your father was right, you are just a bunch of tits on a stick," you tell her.

Somi's dad continues the destruction of her daughter's cunt, pushing her legs up as she thrusts hard inside her, pushing her to choke on your cock while doing so. "OH FUCK YES YES YES" Somi moans as her dad reaches from behind to grope her big tits, loud clapping sounds come out of his thrusts into his daughter's pussy.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," Somi moans loudly as her dad picks up the speed, you also increase the speed and fucking her face hard. "Open your mouth," you tell her, spitting on it before sliding your cock back in. "Fucking stupid bimbo," you talk dirty with her, just as her father attacks her pussy even harder. "YES DAD, DESTROY MY FUCKING PUSSY," Somi begs as her dad's balls clap hard against her clit.

Somi's dad stops the pounding as he dives to eat out his daughter's stretched-out cunt. Somi tries to breathe but you quickly shut her mouth, fucking her face as you play with her tits, before letting her freely moan and grinding her hips in her father's mouth. "Such a hungry slut," you tell her as Somi gets back to being spit roasted, her face covered in saliva as her father drills her from behind and gropes her tits. "YES, YES, YES, AHHHH," Somi moans, her father spanking her ass.

"Turn around," you tell Somi as her dad lets you take your turn fucking his daughter. Somi soon was bouncing on your cock, her big tits jiggling in front of her father as he looked at his slutty daughter work on your big cock, riding it to perfection as you reached to grope her boobs.

As soon as Somi started moaning a little louder, her dad shut her mouth with his big cock, Somi now moving her hips even harder up and down your cock. You met her move with hard thursts and some slapping in her tits. "AHHHH FUCK," Somi screamed as you pumped her cunt up, her father now diving to suck her boobs while she got pounded hard. "FUCK, YEAH, YEAH," Somi moaned, riding you even harder, you quickly countered by fingering her pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Somi moaned as she looked like a complete slut in front of her father, her big tits bouncing more than ever while her dad punished her by slapping his hard cock in her milky udders. "My fucking bimbo slutty daughter likes her boyfriend's big cock a little too much for my taste," he said.

"Damn Somi, you're so hot, my best creation," her father told her, slapping her thighs and telling her to sit on his cock next. "OH MY GOD," Somi moaned as she grinded on his dick while sucking yours, her father making her big tits bounce from the get-go as he thrust into her while you shoved your cock down her throat. "Take it all," her father commanded as Somi gagged on your cock while he groped her tits.

"FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," Somi screamed as she kept getting drilled by her father. You two kept passing her around, as after a short but rough pounding session, her father quickly handed your girlfriend back to you, ordering Somi to get on all fours as you took her from behind next. You grabbed her waist and got back to fuck Somi harder than ever. "OHHHHH," she moaned.

Somi's father lay on the couch, enjoying his daughter's bouncy boobs hitting his face as you thrust deeper and deeper inside her pussy. "OH MY GOD," Somi screamed as you spanked her ass and your cock hit her deep in her cervix, her father making motorboating sounds between her big boobs. "FUCK YES, YES, YES," Somi screamed as you pounded her so hard you knocked the air out of her.

You kept pounding Somi nonstop, her father jerking his cock off while Somi's big tits hit his face. You couldn't stop using your girlfriend's tight pussy, getting heavily turned on the more you fucked Somi in front of her father. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she kept moaning as you showed no signs of slowing down, clapping your balls hard against her clit.

"Please, Dad, let me suck your cock," Somi begged as you pounded her hard, driving her head against her dad's cock as she performed a family 69 with him while you kept pumping her cunt furiously, watching Somi's moans get muffled by her dad's dick. "AHHH, AHHH, AHHHH," Somi moaned as you drilled her so hard she couldn't hold her father's cock in her mouth.

"Stroke those dicks," you ordered to Somi as you took a break, her taking turns bobbing her head in your cock and her father's, getting both of them harder for the next rounds. "Such a nasty bimbo," her father told her as Somi sucked his dick.

"Let me fuck those big tits," you ordered to Somi, getting on top of her and banging Somi's big boobs really hard. "Is that what you like, you fucking slut? Getting those big fucking tits banged in front of your father?" you ask her as you squeeze her tits in your cock and pound them, her father fucking her face as Somi's head falls down the pouf while she gets spit-roasted.

"This is the only thing those big fucking tits are worth, being a sleeve for my fucking cock," you tell Somi as she now jerks her father's cock and sucks his balls, smiling with you like a dirty whore as you slap your cock in her boobs. "Gag in that fucking dick," her father commands, you fucking her tits and him fucking her face at perfect sync, treating Somi like what she truly is, nothing but tits on a stick.

You move down back inside Somi's pussy as her father continues to pound her face. Your thursts are still very intense, her father massaging Somi's boobs while you spread her legs. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, OH FUCK I LOVE THAT," Somi monas as she gets drilled, completely spit roasted in the middle of two hungry cocks. You finger her pussy while her father sucks her boobs. "OH MY GOD," Somi moans as she squirts a little, unable to cope with the pressure you two put in her erogenous zones.

"OH FUCK, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, OH MY GOD, AHHHH, YEAHHH," Somi moans as you finger and spit all over her pussy, her dad kissing and worshipping her big boobs. You put her under a mating press, her dad leaving you all by yourself as you destroy his daughter's cunt in an intense one-on-one. "I see that's what she likes," he says. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, "Somi moans out of breath.

Somi's dad can't resist the urge and quickly shoves his cock back in his daughter's mouth, fucking it at a straight angle, his ass almost hitting Somi's doll face while you keep obliterating your girlfriend's needy cunt. "Fucking slut spitting all over my cock, looks how much she loves being spit-roasted," her dad says, spitting on her tits and sucking them again as he finishes fucking her face.

You and Somi's dad team up on her big tits, one sucking each of her udders. Somi grabs your head, pushing you in the direction of her left boobs, moaning softly as both of you worship her boobs and lick her erect nipples. "Taste your pussy, suck his dick," her dad commands as Somi raises her head in the direction of your cock to taste her juices. "OHHHH," Somi moans but it gets muffled in your dick as her father comes from behind to shove his cock back in his daughter's cunt.

"Come on baby girl, suck his dick," her father commands as he thrusts into her pussy, you grabbing Somi's head and pushing your cock towards it. "You look so sexy," her father says as his thrusts make Somi's hot body bounce, saliva falling all over her tits as she now dives into your balls with her father pounding her hard. "So fucking good, choke on his dick," her father commands, gagging sounds coming out of Somi's mouth as she does just that.

Somi looks into your eyes as you sit on the floor, letting her choke on your cock as you thrust up to her face while her father thrusts down into her cunt in a prone bone position. "Such a hungry cock slut," her father says as Somi gets sandwiched between both your cocks. "Yes, yes," her father groans as Somi gets her face down and ass up like the good slut she is, taking both your cock in her holes as deep as possible.

Somi gags on your cock as she deepthroats it. "You got it quite wet, now sit on his cock," her dad commands as he leaves the scene a bit, Somi moving towards your body on the floor and impaling herself on your big pole, bouncing her hips on it and giving you a naughty stare as soon as she starts feeling it reach deep in her pussy. "OHH FUCKKK," Somi moans, you give her ass a little spank and thrusts upwards. "Take that cock, you fucking bitch," you tell her, Somi's father back to spit roast her while her big tits keep doing what they do best: bounce, bounce and bounce.

A string of saliva comes out of Somi's mouth as she chokes on her dad's cock. "YEAHHHH," she moans, elated as you keep pounding her tight pussy nonstop, her father slapping her bouncy boobs as Somi looks sexily at him, both of them kissing each other before she drops down to kiss you.

Somi crawls over the room, you grabbing her head and shoving your cock deep in her mouth for her to taste her pussy one more time. "She's still hungry," you say as Somi deepthroats it enthusiastically. "Ohhh," you groan as she does so.

"You want more?" you ask your girlfriend. "Yeah," Somi answers with a soft, baby-esque voice. "Yeah?" you ask her, Somi getting your cock further wet with another deepthroat. "Then get your face down and ass up," you tell her.

Somi does as you ask, her messy hair covering her pretty face as your cock penetrates her pussy once again. Somi's father takes a backseat, enjoying his daughter getting pounded as you spank her butt. "Spread that ass for me, you fucking slut," you tell Somi, using all your strength to destroy her pussy. "OH YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM," Somi begs as you turn her into a fleshlight, her pussy sore after so much pounding.

"Work this fucking cock," you tell Somi as she spins on your dick, giving you a big smile. "I"m the perfect slutty girlfriend, ain't I?" she asks you, moving her hips against your crotch. But as soon as you two start having more fun, Somi's dad suddenly intervenes.

"Lemme shows how to fuck a slut properly," Somi's dad says as he grabs his daughter's body into the couch, placing her under a full nelson as he destroys Somi's pussy as hard as possible. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Somi screams as her father drills her cunt and gropes her big tits. "Take that cock you fucking slut," he tells her, fingering her pussy and then pressing her big tits against each other while she clings to your cock in her mouth.

"OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD," Somi moans as she keeps getting plowed by her dad. You feel a little jealous, watching her father imprint the shape of his cock in your girlfriend's cunt at crazy speeds. "YES, YES, YES, YES, AHHHH, OH FUCK," Somi moans as her body gets turned into a fleshlight.

"Suck your juices, nasty slut, like that," Somi's father tells her as she throats his cock. Taking advantage of her weakness, you two team up on her to use Somi further, her father pumping his cock up her mouth while you take her pussy from behind, seizing the opportunity as Somi gets on all fours.

You two pump Somi in perfect sync once again, the big tit bimbo getting stuffed hard in her mouth and her cunt, gagging all over her dad's cock while her ass recoils with your hard thrusts. "Yes baby, gag on that cock, oh my god, such a good slut," her dad tells her as Somi bobs her head on his dick. "Oh fuck," he groans while you spank her ass and run your hands all over her body.

"I want to see him cumming on you, two lovebirds enjoying themselves until they burst," Somi's dad says as she hands his daughter to you, Somi lying on the couch as you take her in a missionary position, her dad jerking his cock off in enjoyment. "Come on Somi, show me how much you like being a bimbo for your boyfriend," her father says.

You fuck Somi and make her big tits bounce one last time, her father jerking off to the scene of his daughter getting destroyed, you fingering her cunt to the rhythm of the jiggle of Somi's boobs. Your balls clap hard against her skin, Somi looking at you with needy eyes and fingering herself. "Do you want our cum?" you ask her. "Yes, please, give it all to me, OH FUCK," she moans as you relentlessly attack her pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES," Somi moans as you hit her deep in her pussy, her father strokes his cock harder and harder. "Oh yeah you're gonna make me cum baby," he tells her. "Oh yes cum for me, daddy," Somi legs.

"I'm gonna cum, HOLY FUCK," Somi's father groans as he ejaculates on his daughter's left boob. "Holy fuck, that's so much cum," he groans as he covers Somi's boob full of his seeds. Watching her boobs covered with cum makes you push extra hard, you drilling her harder than ever. "Cum in her too," her father tells you.

"OH FUCK, OHHHHH," you loudly groan as Somi brings her boobs together. You shoot a massive load in her right tit, some of it spilling to her face and her midriff as she gets covered by both yours and her dad's love custard. Somi smiles, enjoying draining the balls of both guys, looking at you with sexy eyes as she milks the last few drops from your cock, rubbing the cum all over her body in front of you.

"I'll be upstairs if you need me," Somi's dad says. You and her stay in the room, contemplating the full moon whose lights bathes the room. But as things cool off, Somi starts feeling a little insecure.

"I don't think he's fully convinced yet," she tells you.

"Then what can we do?" you ask her.

"I have a last card in my hands, come with me" she answers.

You follow Somi as she climbs upstairs in the direction of her dad's bedroom. She notices some moaning sounds come out of it, looking through the keyhole and watching her dad masturbate himself to a porn movie with a tall girl with big tits serving two cocks, before opening the door and catching him red-handed.

"Oh hi Somi, what do you need?" her father asks, quickly switching the TV channel and acting like nothing happened.

Somi then pulls out her final card.

"I need you to stuff both those cocks in my pussy at the same time," she says.

"Alright, come here, just keep in mind I won't take it easy on you," her father says

"That's exactly how I want it, stretch my pussy until it's sore, I want both of you cumming inside me at the same time," Somi answers.

Soon, both of your cocks are in her pussy, and Somi is screaming.

"FUCKKKKKKKK," she yells as her cunt gets stretched out.

"Don't back off, let us fill your pussy and I'll let you marry him," her father tells her.

And this is how Somi's night ends, trading off a sore cum-filled pussy for a wedding ring.

[sutorus]

BAD IDEA RIGHT? BEST FRIEND'S DAD!TOJI for KINKTOBER 2023!

DESCRIPTION: you and megumi are old friends, but a recent development (called growing up) has made you aware of just how hot his dad, toji fushiguro, really is. you sit on your desire for years until one night, you get an idea. 

PAIRING: best friend’s dad!fushiguro toji x reader

WC: 5.1k whoops!

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORDS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, age gap! power dynamics, slight daddy kink, degradation, spit (like a lot it's a Thing here), oral (m! receiving), unprotected relations, slapping, gaping, size difference/size kink, creampie, toji is Nasty and a pretty bad dude lol 

A/N: this is nasty and very descriptive i’m so sorry i really sinned here. anyway enjoy!

you and megumi have been friends since school. after all, it was inevitable that a friendship would form between the only two kids whose parents consistently forgot to pick them up after class. 

nods of acknowledgment quickly developed into trading pokémon cards, sharing samanco waffles, cheating off each other during tests. 

it was the most meaningful relationship you had in your life, the one other person who really got you and the situation you were in, and before you knew it, you two were being admitted to the same college, like you’d talked about all those years ago. 

in the meantime, megumi’s dad had… mellowed out. from what you knew. 

sure, he was still gone for weeks at a time, neglectful, irresponsible and womanizing, but one final falling out with their family seemed to have lifted a big weight off his shoulders, and he became more present in megumi’s life, less resentful. you knew he wasn’t a good guy, but you also knew he was trying, in his own way. 

besides that, you also couldn’t help noticing other things about the man. you first started paying attention when you were in high school, always hanging out at megumi’s place to play video games or study. 

toji would come home sometimes, smelling of smoke and sake, tonguing the scar on the side of his lip. plopping down on their shaggy sofa, legs spread wide, thick thighs straining the fabric of his pants. you would give megumi some excuse about getting something from the kitchen and just watch toji, lazily browsing channels with one hand inside his sweats. 

it wasn’t a big deal. but it never quite went away, your infatuation growing with your desperation the more the man hung around. you did everything you could to get his attention. 

you wore the frilliest, shortest skirts, left dirty dishes on the sink, showed up too late at night drunk and stumbling “looking for megumi”, acting out so you could try to get some reaction out of toji. but he never seemed to give you a second thought, annoyance being the closest thing to an emotion on his face every time your eyes met. 

but you were no quitter. you knew one day you would get what you deserved. maybe not today, but… eventually.

you approach the fushiguro household’s front door, fishing out the extra key megumi had given you from your backpack pocket. you two had a study session today but he’d texted you telling you he’d be late and to just let yourself in, so that’s what you do. 

with a sigh, you set down your laptop on their coffee table and sit down on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. before you can finish getting comfortable, a tall, broad figure is looming over your face and you almost jump out of your skin. 

“what the f—oh my god,” you laugh in embarrassment. “you scared me, fushiguro-san.”

he doesn’t react, his eyes boring into yours. “me? you’re the one breaking into my house.”

you roll your eyes, pulling your legs up below your body. “megumi gave me a key. we’re supposed to study today, do you know where—“

“he’s with that itadori kid. don’t think he’s coming back tonight,” toji moves to sit down on the loveseat, turning the tv on. the old, boxy thing crackles to life, a boat race playing on the screen. toji adjusts his body in attention. “so you can fuck off back home.”

“um,” you start, but nothing else comes out of your mouth. you let your eyes wander all over his lax form, and you can faintly make out his abs below the raggedy shirt he’s wearing. it makes your stomach turn. 

without taking his eyes off the screen, he addresses you again. “you know where the door is.”

an idea starts to form in your head. a really, really bad, tempting idea.

you discreetly take off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your undershirt, no bra. you hope toji can scent the whiff of perfume you exude when you move, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa. 

“nah, i think i’ll just study here. my parents are home today and they’re too… y’know.”

“not my fuckin’ problem,” he picks at his teeth, spreading his legs wider. your desperation is growing with each second he spends not looking at you. 

you lift up your bag, something clinking inside. it's a bold move, but it's now or never.

“i brought booze. we could just share some and then i’ll go.”

that at least gets a reaction. the man snorts, finally glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes. you instinctively push your chest out, feeling eager. 

“is that what you do with my son under my roof? get shitfaced in the house that i pay for?”

“well i paid for the vodka so i don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you make a point to pull out the bottle from your bag, swinging it around. 

toji’s expression hardens, his jaw clenching. you know he doesn’t like to be challenged, absolutely hates smart mouths. you should be in for a treat. 

“who the hell do you think you’re talking to, kid?” he stands up and snatches the bottle from you, turning it around in his — big, veiny, deliciously calloused — hand and laughing. “vanilla flavored? fuck, you really are a kid.” he says it like the realization excites him. 

you can feel your face flush.

“are you gonna turn down free alcohol, toji?” it’s risky, dropping the honorific. you know he doesn’t like it, can see it in his face, but he doesn’t say anything. 

instead, he unscrews the top with ease and takes a swig, grimacing at the taste. you watch as his throat works, adam’s apple bobbing.

his arms are huge, you can’t imagine he was ever shaped like megumi is nowadays, slender and frail. toji is tall and broad and big, with a permanent 5 o’clock shadow on his defined features. 

he grabs two whiskey glasses and sets them down on the coffee table — no coasters —, pouring some vodka in both of them. it was most definitely not your idea to do straight shots tonight with megumi, but you will not go through the humiliation of asking for a soda to mix it with. 

you’re desperate to have toji view you as the adult you are, no longer megumi’s awkward middle school best friend. you know you’ve grown up well; all you need is for toji to see it too. 

you drink in silence for a bit, the only noises coming from toji being his disappointed grunts as the boats he bet on fall behind. you type away at your laptop, not really being able to focus with the heat rising within you. 

he refills both your cups a couple more times, but makes no effort to talk.

you slowly but surely start to get antsy, your determination wavering and giving way to a funny feeling one can only experience by drinking with their best friend’s dad who they’ve wanted to fuck for like, ever. 

so you bite the bullet and with the liquid courage flowing in your veins, you strike up conversation. 

“y’know, toji, i’ve always wanted to ask,” his head lolls on his shoulder to look at you lazily and disinterested. “what happened to megumi’s mom? he doesn’t talk about it.”

“yeah, well. me either,” toji replies. you take a deep breath. 

“you’re gone a lot. megumi is alone a lot.”

toji scoffs.

“thought that was what you were here for, hmm? megumi’s done well for himself,” he finally, probably for the first time in your life, gives you a proper look over, his eyes traveling all over your frame, tucked into the armrest of the couch. “scored himself a nice little bitch.”

you let out a strangled noise. you’re fighting laughter when you exclaim, “i’m sorry?! you think megumi and i have a—like, a thing?”

toji just shrugs, stretching one leg out in front of him. “i figured. why else would you loiter around my house so much?”

oh, if he only knew. 

“no, no. it’s never been like that. megumi’s not really my type.” toji hums inquisitively, and you take that as a sign to continue. “i’m into more… mature guys.”

toji eyes you knowingly, but seemingly amused. 

“that right?” you nod. “fuckin’ kid like you even know what to do with a man?”

you raise an eyebrow. you’re a sophomore in college, well into your twenties. he can’t be serious. “surely you know i’m not a kid anymore. surely you d—“

“surely my ass,” he exclaims and oh, he’s a little terrifying like this. toji downs however much was left in his cup and turns to you, pointing with the hand holding his glass. “you’re a full of shit, foul mouthed, rude brat. get the fuck out of my house, you’re pissing me off.”

you’re used to toji’s outbursts, not because you know him well but because every time you see him, seldom as it is, he always loses his temper, sooner or later. 

“i think,” you take another sip, feeling loose. “your old ass wouldn’t be able to handle sex. like, actual sex, not those rich hags you who just lay there for you and give you money in the end. if you had to put in any real work i bet your heart would give out you slimey pi—“

you can’t finish your sentence because you can’t breathe, suddenly. your eyes widen, chest spasming as your oxygen gets cut off mid-sentence. toji has one of his huge palms covering your nose and mouth.

you look up at him with watery eyes but he’s not looking back, he’s chugging vodka straight from the bottle again.

he puffs his cheeks and moves his hand to cup your jaw, smirking around a mouthful of alcohol. 

you catch your breath quickly, the hand that was clawing at his falling limply on your lap. toji holds your face, his grip unforgiving as he leans over you. his form is so, so much bigger than yours, towering over you completely, and all you can do is look up at him with a blank expression. 

his thumb pries your mouth open with ease, the digit hooking behind your bottom teeth as toji’s face gets closer and closer. on instinct, you close your eyes. 

soon, hot, stinging liquid is pouring steadily into your mouth. toji swishes the rest of the vodka between his cheeks — on purpose, you’re sure — before spitting it directly on your tongue.

it’s disgusting, everything about it makes your stomach churn, but it also makes you squeeze your legs together, chest rising and falling rapidly as you swallow without having to be told to. 

“ya talk too fuckin’ much, brat,” he grumbles. ironically, you’re at a loss for words. “someone needs put you in your place already.”

“you,” your voice cracks and nearly fails you, but you’re determined. it surprises him, that you’d have something to say. that you’re still game. you can see it in his face, in the way his hands come off of you. “i want you to.”

toji’s expression is hard and unchanging. his fingers go back to your face, two of them slipping inside your lax lips.

your breath stutters as you inhale, instinctively sucking the digits and working your tongue around them.

toji grabs his cock through his pants pointedly.

“fuckin’ slut… that what you want?” you nod. he takes a step forward, knees hitting the couch. “is that why you walk around my house looking like a fucking whore?”

a whine dies in your throat at the sweet, sweet recognition.

he noticed.

he noticed and it bothered him and you really couldn’t bring yourself to care that he was your best friend’s father right now because he was tenting his sweatpants and your mouth was watering at the sight. 

“please…” you paw at his waistband, pulling on the drawstrings. toji laughs at your desperation, voice growing gruff. 

he buries a hand in your hair, fingers closing around your locks tightly and making your eyes sting with tears. slowly, he pushes your face into his crotch, so close that you can feel it pulsing, can feel every ridge, can feel that he’s not wearing any underwear.

god, you can smell him, and it makes your head spin, your mouth huffing out hot breaths and wetting the front of his pants. 

you hook your fingers in the back of his sweats and pull until they’re down tight around his thighs. you have to maneuver the fabric over the head of his erection, earning a hiss from the man towering over you.

his dick springs up, slapping you in the face and leaving a smear of pre across the bridge of your nose. you think toji snorts at that but you can’t be sure. you’re too mesmerized.

he’s so, so big, the skin darker and flushed, tight, heavy balls and the head, angry red, peeking out from the foreskin.

your throat goes dry at the thought of it inside of you, inside any of your holes, because you know it’ll destroy you forever. and you want it. 

toji doesn’t have the appeal that most men his age do to most girls your age. he doesn’t make you feel safe, he doesn’t offer financial support, he doesn’t care about your well-being, he doesn��t have his shit together. and to make matters worse to you, he’s your best friend’s dad, who your best friend doesn’t even like that much, whose presence has been totally indifferent to megumi for most of his life. 

it makes you burn in shame to know you’re about to have a man 25 years your senior in your mouth.

you readjust your position on the couch so that you’re sitting on your knees, angling your face with his cock. it’s curved, pointing up, and you wonder how much of it he’s gonna wanna stuff down your throat. judging by the pure evil glinting in his eyes, it’s gonna be as much as possible. 

you take a deep breath, steadying a hand around his length. it’s concerning that you can just barely close your fingers around him, but you put that thought aside to focus on pulling the skin down gently so you can wrap your lips around the tip. 

toji sighs in relief, his grip in your hair tightening.

you begin to work your head up and down, licking the underside of his cock to gather up saliva. 

“thaaat’s it, what a good little bitch. got a sweet little mouth on ya,” he whispers, hips thrusting slightly to work his cock further into your mouth. “yer gonna take all of it? or are ya all talk?”

you whine, gripping the base and sliding further down his length. he’s already hitting the back of your throat, making your eyes water and your stomach seize. you pick up the pace, twisting your wrist rhythmically as you suck him. 

“don’t swallow,” he threatens, forcing his cock deeper into you, the head sliding into the opening of your throat. “lemme see how messy this slutty face can get.”

you choke audibly, eyes smarting with tears, makeup smudging. you look up at him with furrowed brows in a silent plea of mercy. 

toji’s having none of it.

he puts one foot down on the sofa, next to your legs, giving himself the leverage to start fully fucking your face now. he wraps both hands around your throat and thrusts his hips violently into your mouth, his thumbs pressing down to feel his length in your throat. 

“ahh, fuck,” he throws his head back, reveling in your desperate gurgles. you feel like a fucking ragdoll, like a fleshlight, unable to control the noises you make or how much dick you take. “takin’ me so well. who taught you to squeeze your throat like that, huh? so fuckin’ slutty.” 

you sob around his cock, nose buried in his pubes. he’s impossibly hard, impossibly wet as thick strings of spit and pre hang from your lips, dripping down to his balls, falling to the floor.

toji keeps fucking your throat relentlessly, granting you mere seconds between thrusts to inhale a desperate breath that immediately starts to burn in your lungs. 

he’s a fucking sight though, above you. chin tucked into his chest, veins bulging and biceps flexed, nostrils flared as he watches you devour him. 

he pulls out suddenly, leaving you choking for air. tears stream down your face, spit bubbling out of your nostril. you look all wrong, like you’d been put back together by someone after being utterly demolished.

“open your mouth,” toji orders. you obey and he grabs his cock, slapping the head against your tongue a few times. he slides his length in and out for a bit before he starts jerking himself off. “suck my balls.” 

you take that moment to swallow down the saliva that had pooled between your teeth, tucking away the wet strands of hair that frame your face.

toji’s lifting his cock towards his belly, fisting the head and flicking his wrist. he looks at you expectantly, and you understand it’s time to prove yourself once again. 

you place a gente thumb right below his shaft, where his sack hangs. your tongue dips in between his balls, shyly at first, just slightly tracing the shape of them before you pop one into your mouth. 

toji groans, the hand on his cock gaining speed. you squeeze your thighs together; you’re so wet that it makes you uncomfortable. you lean forward on your knees, steadying yourself with your palms planted firmly on his thighs. 

you’re sucking his balls earnestly now , one then the other, then both at the same time, angling your head up and working your tongue up and down the wrinkled skin.

toji’s loving it, maybe more than the blowjob, and it makes you feel like a toy all over again, in an even more humiliating way because now you’re not even allowed to touch his cock, he’s just getting to use your mouth anywhere he wants. 

it’s so fucking hot that it makes you dizzy. you hollow your cheeks, giving his nutsack a good suck before gingerly lifting his balls. you sneak a glance up at toji, hoping to catch him by surprise when your tongue dips even lower, approaching some pretty controversial territory. 

it works. his breath catches in his throat and his knee kicks out instinctively.

he grabs your hair immediately, pulling you away from him. 

“fuck,” you look up at him smirking, lips smeared with saliva and snort. but you don’t even care how debauched you look right now, as long as you can keep the upper hand. “you’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t ya?”

he leans down to kiss you deeply, messily, inhaling loudly through his nose. toji finishes stepping out of his sweatpants and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing what you’d been imagining for so many years. 

you run your hands over his chest, his abs, down his hips, his v-line. he’s so fucking hot, got bulging muscles you didn’t even know existed in the human body, and scars you can’t even fathom the origin of. 

he stares at you, looking bored. “get up.”

you do, legs shaking and prickling with pins and needles. now you can fully feel the scope of your arousal, how your panties stick to your core uncomfortably, how the wet tops of your thighs rub together. 

toji sits down on the sofa and you waste no time getting on his lap, clawing at his chest and leaning in for another kiss. he’s unforgiving even like this, so much bigger than you, his hand on the back of your neck and his mouth on yours. 

“arms up,” and when you comply, he’s pulling your tank top off. “good girl.”

you shiver, instinctively wrapping an arm around yourself. toji tsks at that, easily taking both your wrists in one hand and pinning them behind your back. he grabs your tit with the other, popping as much of it as he can in his mouth. 

you groan, fighting against his grip to get your hands on his hair, his shoulders, anywhere. toji relentlessly sucks on your nipple, nibbling and circling it with his tongue.

when he pulls off, he lands a swift slap across your boob, ripping a groan from you. 

“such a good fuckin’ slut, look at that body.”

he slaps your ass, this time, tugging your shorts over your butt. you help him get it off of you and then, finally, you’re straddling toji’s cock, no layers in between you two, just your dripping core on him. 

you think, belatedly, condom, but then toji is pulling you in for another kiss and for all you know megumi could come home any minute and you wouldn’t want to waste time like that. or so you tell yourself. 

his hands guide your hips to grind over him, soft mewls coming out of you and being buried into the crook of his neck. 

“pretty little girl, gonna ride me? hmm? gonna ride this old man’s cock?” you whine, nodding.

you press your front against his so you can lift your ass up and guide the tip into your entrance. you don’t expect to be able to take it all, but at least like this you can control the pace and how much of it is going into you, the only thing keeping you from panicking at the sheer size of him. 

the head of toji’s cock doesn’t slip inside so much as it pops inside, the ridge locking just past your opening.

it’s too big, and even though you’re soaking wet, it’s still a stretch. you both groan in unison and you realize, this is it. this is your fantasy, you’re fucking toji fushiguro, megumi’s dad, your best friend’s dad. 

your legs tremble as you hold yourself up, too soon to sink down more on his cock. toji’s playing with your nipples but you have a sneaking suspicion his patience isn’t going to last much longer. 

you give it a valiant effort to take more in and it feels like being ripped in two. you clench your jaw, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. 

“fuuuuck, so fuckin’ tight,” toji spreads your ass cheeks with both hands, rubbing the thin skin where you two are connected. he thrusts up, feeding your poor pussy more of his cock, and you let out a scream. “take it, c’mon.”

“unghh—can’t, toji, hang on—“

“‘course ya can,” he fucks up into you again and you sob, nails raking down his chest. he hisses and slaps your ass in punishment. you realize you might really cry.

“i can’t, it’s too big, too much—“

“shhh,” in an uncharacteristic display of affection, toji kisses the furrow between your brows, snaking a thumb between you two to rub your clit. 

you throw your head back, body torn between seeking more pleasure and running from the pain. you can hear how wet you are as toji fucks in and out of you, your plush walls hugging him so well, weeping around him. 

he speeds up and you bury your face in his chest, moaning wantonly into his skin. toji lets out staccato grunts, working his cock further into you with each thrust. 

“any scrubs your age givin’ it to you like this?” he breathes out, grabbing your ass hard and moving it up and down his length for you. you whine, drooling on him. “yeah, that’s right. fuck, take it, that’s a good girl.”

“ahh, toji—“

“that’s not my name, whore,” he fists your hair and drags your head back until your eyes meet. “try again.”

“fushiguro-san—“ that earns you a hard slap on your ass. you yelp — wrong answer. 

“toji-sama—“ another slap, and this time he grips the reddening flesh viciously. you whine, squirming in his grip. 

“little braindead cumslut,” he wipes a tear with his thumb. “who’s fucking this tight pussy right now? huh? tell me who's ruining this slutty cunt.”

“d—daddy?” 

toji smiles, humming, his grip on you softening as he leans in for a kiss. “that’s right, sweetheart. show daddy how much you want it.”

it’s amusing to toji, you know it. he just wants to humiliate you because he’s aware of how badly you’ve wanted this. but it does something to you, it’s serious to you, it’s so fucking depraved and sexy to you. 

he lifts you up with ease and lays you back down on the couch. you feel so empty suddenly that it makes you want to cry, like toji has already carved a home inside of you for his cock that no one else will ever be able to fill. 

he wastes no time getting on top of you, hooking a hand under your leg and lifting it up onto his shoulder. your eyes widen immediately, a protest dying in your tongue. this position… his cock… it’s, god, it’s gonna be—

toji plunges in in one violent, perfunctory thrust. you let out a scream, your heel kicking toji square in the back as your body rises up from the couch. he’s all the way inside now. 

you can feel him bruising your cervix, his balls, wet with a mixture of the two of you, slapping against your ass, his hip bones drilling into you. 

“you’re so deep,” you look at him with panic in your eyes, chest gone cold at the overwhelming pleasure. “you’re so deep.”

toji laughs, pulling out to spit on his cock. he grabs your ankle and sets it on his shoulder. “yeah, baby, daddy’s all the way inside now. feels good, doesn’t it?” 

“fuck. oh fuck,” you let out shaky breaths, allowing toji to lay more of his weight on top of you. your knee is by your head now and somehow in this position his cock seems to hit even deeper, to curve up exactly in the right spots that have you struggling to breathe. “you’re gonna break me.” 

“takin’ me so well. just a natural slut aren’t ya,” he’s fucking you so fast now, wet, slapping sounds resounding across the whole house. 

there’s a thick creamy ring at the base of his cock, frothy and bubbly with how much you’ve been gushing for him. toji presses a thumb against your clit and rubs tight little circles, making you squeeze against him like a vice. 

he grunts, speeding up his movements.

“so sensitive, this cute little pussy. you a virgin?” he slaps it a few times, your wetness sticking to his fingers with every pat. “gonna cum soon, whore?”

you whine, nodding. you wrap both arms around toji’s neck and pull him closer, open mouth awaiting expectantly.

toji grins, spitting onto your tongue before leaning in to suck it. 

“toj—daddy,” you moan against his mouth, “daddy, i’m close.”

you don’t recognize your own voice. it’s slutty, desperate, pitchy, juvenile. it's too far gone.

toji works your clit over and over again, fucking you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. he splays a hand over your stomach, kneading the place where his cock is nestled inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you lose control of your body and words. 

“ah, ah, ah, oh god toji fuck daddy make me cum, please please can i cum—“

“oh, fuck,” his thrusts start to become erratic and you know he’s close too. you clench around him, one leg wrapping around his hips to make sure he stays inside until you're done. “cum on daddy’s cock, come on. make a mess, little girl.”

you throw your head back, burying it into the pillows as your entire body thrashes with your orgasm. you clamp around him so hard that you can't even tell where he ends and you begin. 

toji takes no mercy on you, his messy cock plunging in and out of you fast. 

“gonna fill up this pretty pussy, yeah?” you shake your head desperately, one hand punching his chest. he can’t finish inside of you, right? but why do you want it so bad? “no no no, don’t fuss now baby. you want daddy’s cum inside you, don’t you? wanna give megumi a baby brother? fuck yeah i know you do fuckin' take it whore fuuuuck, fuck i'm coming—”

he thrusts once, twice, three more times, knocking all air out of your lungs and the most ridiculous moans out of your mouth before he’s spilling into you, locking your legs like a fucking pretzel and biting down your neck. 

you can feel it pulsing, spurting inside of you. you can feel both your heartbeats in your abused cunt, both of your juices combined and oozing out of you. 

once you catch your breath, toji pulls out of you languidly, with a yawn. you two made a fucking mess, a sticky puddle on the couch right below your ass. 

toji eyes it disinterestedly, much like how he’s eyeing you right now. your sweaty, messy, fucked out self, nearly melting on the fushiguro household’s sofa. 

“ah. are ya on the pill or what?” he asks, like he just now remembered. after a few seconds you nod, a little incredulous. “heh. good.”

you slowly sit up, reaching for your sweatshirt to at least cover yourself up. you sneak a hand down to your cunt, fingers sliding through the mess there to dip inside you. 

fuck, you’re gaping. toji well and truly ruined your pussy. it makes you panic a little bit, but it also makes pride swell within your chest, knowing you took it, all of it. 

toji finally addresses you. 

“i’m gonna go take a shower,” he looks behind his shoulder, sighing. he points at you. “we left the fuckin’ tv on. if this shit racks up my bills you’re gonna have to pay me back.”

you guffaw. “me? pay you how?”

he smirks. 

“got one more hole i haven’t wrecked yet, dont’cha?” he flicks your forehead. you just sit there, incredulous, trembling legs, halfway to horny again. from the bathroom, toji calls out, “let yourself out. oh, and leave the vodka.”

A/N: lmfao! i got nothin to say in my defense. reblogs r very much appreciated

[witerh]

To have. To hold. To breed. || husband re: vendetta!leon

NSFW!

warnings: fluff, soft/dom, reader!housewife, kisses, on the table, pussy eating, hole inspection, fingering, mating prees, deep fuck, ovulation, impreg, aftercare

notes: i admired asmr and my imagination was not enough to come up with another name, lmao (my one of the drabbles on dirty stories with leon for women's day, other drabbles can be seen on my ao3)

rating: mature

summary: leon step through the front door, he accosted by his woman. the smell of your cooking, the sound of your moving about in the kitchen. he have no choice but to follow his senses. when he sees you, all sweet and lush and prettied up for him, every ounce of tiredness in his body fades and the only thing on his mind becomes...

It's already sparkling outside, darkness fills the horizon and the noise and smell of cooking fills your home. You were standing at the stove, preparing dinner in the form of chicken and a side dish.

The muffled roar of a motorcycle distracts you, because most likely…

It is your husband coming home from work.

Leon’s life as a government agent was full of danger and chaos — his missions took him to the darkest corners of the world, and it often felt like he was married to his job, not to you.

The traumas were already in his brain dented with nightmares and memories as if for the first time. Every mission weighs on Leon more than the last. He hasn’t been the same since Raccoon City, and every year seems to put more strain on him than the last.He’s getting older now. His line of work has never given him the opportunity to settle down and start a family — not that any girl would want a guy who drunk himself half to death.

But you are like someone else and despite the obstacles of his work you were able to become something more than friends.Now you and Leon have been together for many years, not counting the year of your marriage. There were hard times and pleasant things, but you always got through it together.

He tries to spend more time with you, to be closer and more open, to communicate more with friends and acquaintances. This attempt to get rid of the burden of the past helps.

The smile has begun to appear on his face much more often when he is in your pleasant and cozy company. He is already on the mend and may be able to get rid of his nightmares.

Thanks to the psychologist.

Leon was coming home from work after hours of nonstop reports and paperwork, the younger recruits dumping all of their mess onto the old man. He fiddled with his keys before opening the front door to his house, huffing to himself as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.He quickly stripped off his jacket, hanging it up before going further into the not quiet house. All faded away as he saw his precious little wife cooking on the kitchen; this gorgeous view from the back along with a fitted apron and a cute bow at the back, this hand stirring something (which he is always sure of it) delicious in a frying pan.

Wrinkles appeared on his handsome face when he smiled and you immediately noticed his steps.

Familiar arms wrapped around your waist, his broad chest pressed against your back while he inhaled your scent against your neck. “Well aren’t you a beauty standing at the stove… beautiful as a picture for me”, he whispers into the crook of your neck.

“Hey, Leon”, he doesn’t see your smile but you are very happy to see him. You turned your head towards him to catch a glimpse of him melting in your presence. “You should take a shower and then you can hug as much as you want.”

“I know I’m all dirty, but let me hold you for a moment.” He breathes deeply and fully. “I just need my girl in my arms.”

But despite your words, he doesn’t leave you, just sighs deeply and hums. Finally, he can relax from all this paperwork.

“I missed you, princess”, he surrenders in your arms, his shoulder muscles relaxing. “The work was hard, I had to take on all the work myself… These recruits can’t be relied upon.”

“All this time I could only think about how I would return home to my sweet wife.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, swear on my heart”, he confesses to you. “I knew you’d be here, beautiful, sweet smelling, with something on the table to fill my belly. Remind me why I work so hard…”

He falls silent again, closes his eyes and breathes calmly while you work over the stove. But something catches his attention, causing him to open his eyes and move his head off your shoulder, but not pull away from your back. He tilted his head to the side, and damn, a smile appeared on his lips at the sight before his eyes. His eyes were already sparkling with joy and it seemed like the fatigue had instantly fallen from his shoulders.

“Hold on now, what is this?” He laughs deeply, grinning toothily. “You’re already trying to push your fat ass against my cock, like if you’re hungry for it… Are you desperate yet, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you bites bottom lip and your back arches slightly. You’re sure he’s noticed it too. “Yes, I am. I need you so much, Le—…”

“Yeah?” he asks again, interrupting you mid-sentence and you were left with your mouth open in bewilderment. “Here’s how… I need to see myself make sure my sweet wife needs «help» as much as she says.”

He pulled away from you, turned and looked around the table set: lace tablecloth with plates and forks and this is for you both this evening. You always set the table for your dinner or breakfast. Everything has to be perfect, right?

“Every night you set this table so pretty, even when it’s just you and me sitting at it.” he moans in pleasure looking at all this beauty. “As much as I want to ruin that, I need something to lay you down on.”

He admired and still admires this, that you bring everything to perfection, but now it interferes a little with his plans. He pushed the plates away with his hand, making a dull thud as the dishes smashed against each other, causing you to look back at the sound.

At one point he grabs your hand and gently pushes you onto the edge of the table that he cleared especially for you. “Mhmm… There you go.” he guides you, helping you to sit more comfortably. “Lie down right here, precious.”

“Keep your legs over this table, push your butt against edge…” He nods, watching as you try to do as he asks. “There you go, good girl…”

“Now spread those pretty thighs open.”You spread your legs, looking puzzled at Leon and his face as he examines what’s under the apron. And you’re there without panties: as strange as it may seem, you were already wet. That's nature.

“Look at this delicious little pussy,” he notices teasingly, leaning closer to your core. “You’re already hungry for it, aren’t you?

”His breath touched your sensitive skin and it was pleasant — you could admit it but with great defeat. If only you knew that you had already lost...

“Oh!” you sigh and blush at his words. You can’t just give in to your husband and tell him that you missed him all day. “What are you talking about?…”

“You know what am i talking about right now. It’s all juices on your thighs… they flow down right on your ass on…” he notices, looking up at your face and then back between your legs. “Let me give my hands under knees to open you up.”

You didn’t object, you just spread your legs even more for him to make it easier. Your fingers tightened on the edge of the table, your knuckles even turned white.

His strong hands grabbed you under the knee, the other placed on his shoulder as he brought his face closer to your pussy. His hot breath fanned over your lower lips.

“God damn, sweetheart… she’s so pretty that I just wanna…”

Lips pressed against your pussy, wrapping them around your clit, kissing and licking, giving and encouraging attention to this pearl. He heard your surprised cry with pleasure and pushed him to go further, but your legs reflexively wanted to squeeze together, to which he looked up at you.It was hard to resist locking his legs together and he chuckled because of it.

“Ohh… Nah-huh, baby, they stay open for as long as I want it be,” He pouts weakly, pretending to be offended. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

“Don’t pretend you just accidentally forgot to put on panties this morning.”

“Damn, you found me out,” you laughed. “Okay, I won't. Just don't stop, okay?”

He nods with satisfaction at your answer. “Mhmm, good. So keep those gorgeous thighs open for me…”

The tongue flicks at your clit, sucking and lightly touching it with his lips, but quickly replacing the pain with his lips. He changed and played with the clit, using his tongue first and then his lips, making you go crazy.

He explores your vagina, giving it his time and attention, for which you are so grateful to him. He is already skilled at this and it is not difficult for him to go down a little lower… and, oh, your humming encourage him as his tongue penetrates you, so full of your juices.

Leon enjoys your excited sighs, even a little proud that he can satisfy his little wife like this.The tip of the nose does not forget to replace his lips and presses enough while he works a little lower and wets his bristles which gently tickles you.

“Fuck, you are just flowing,” he is breathing heavily. “…I swear I can do this all day… all night.”

“Oh my God, Leon”, you grip his hair tightly, guiding him with a strong grip. “I feel so go-o-od… Please don’t stop..”

“You like it, huh?” he smiles weakly and does not resist your fingers, allowing herself to be your puppet. “Of course you like it when I run my tongue over your needy clit…”

Based on his words, he lifts his head and again his tongue attacks your clit, circling it with the tip and lubricating it with warm saliva. From your clit he moves down again, painfully slowly, making your body shudder with need.

“Fuck, I love the way your pussy looks after I run my tongue all over it,” He moves his face away a couple of centimeters to see what he has done to you. “…What if I just run my thumb over this littlе clit just like…”

And your “ahh!” reaction makes him laugh deeply and keep his thumb pinched a little longer for fun. “Tha-at’s, baby…”

His hands were getting tired of holding your hips, and as much as he wanted to explore you with his tongue, he had to use his fingers to do it. You don't mind, do you?

“Put your hands behind your knees, keep your legs open for your husband, sweetheart,” he still leaves your pussy unattended in order to remove his hands from under your knees. “so that he could carefully these holes looking over…”

“Yes…” you nod and as quickly as possible replace his strong grip with your weaker one.

Pulling his face away a little, his fingers came into play. His index finger began to circle around your vagina, collecting all your moisture and his saliva. “This little pussy looks so tight…”

“It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck her, right?” he raises an eyebrow at you and then at your pussy before carefully starting to enter inside. “She always hugs me, good and tight.”

“Damn.. yea-ah,” You grit your teeth, feeling all the moisture surrounding his long finger. “She was made for you.”

“Ohhh, look how it flows…” He draws your and his attention to this, already noticing how the juices have moved to his knuckles. “Is this pussy really desperate for my cock, sweetheart?”

“That’s little hole beg me to hurry up and come inside?” At his next tease, you nod desperately, asking for the little he can do for you: “Please don’t stop looking me over.. and hurry up, I want your dick.”

“Okay, baby, okay. I’m not giving you dick yet, i’m don’t stop looking you over.” he comforts you, running his hand over your cheek. “I have to make sure my sweet wife is okay, right?”

“Yes, you are right, Leon,” You nod, looking at him and agreeing, because he can’t leave his wife desperate and needy on their kitchen table.

“Safe and ready to breed up, nice and full…” he ponders, looking again at your dripping pussy. “I can give you something… how about the finger?”

“The finger?” you ask him again with interest.

“Maybe one of your thumbs will help cool this hot pussy down a little?” he looks up at your face and asks you because he wants you to enjoy. “Howdo you think?”

“Yes, I want your finger,”

“Let’s see…”

His finger penetrates into the hot place inside you, where it is so hot and wet. Your walls squeeze his knuckles so hard that he can only breathe deeply.

“Damn it, precious, did you follow all the rules for me?”

“Make sure nothing gets in that pussy until daddy gets in there…” he praises, his finger begins to pump inside you, starting at a slow pace and touching your vulnerable spots so that you bend over on this edge of the table. “No wonder you’re so eager for it.”

“Uh-huh, I was only waiting for you…” you hum with ragged breaths as he tortures you with this tempo and those blue eyes right on yours. “I need you.”

“You are here alone, in this house, all day, and you have nothing to feed on except thoughts and memories”, he assumes and now gives you what you wanted all day while he was not in your cozy corner. He is already trying to correct your situation with his finger. “I guess it’s clear now why you crave my dick every time I step foot in the door everyday…”

The pace suddenly quickened, your juices flowing down your thighs and further down to your ass cheeks. His face leans closer and he kisses the tip of your nose, blowing his hot breath on your hot face: “Damn, you’re too wet today, baby.”

“Just look at your ass… it’s all wet too.” he thoughts and pulls away from your face still continuously stretching you before stopping and returning her gaze to you. “Speaking of…”

He pulls his finger out with a wet pop and he immediately hears your whine through clenched teeth. The emptiness inside you didn’t suit you at all. “Hush, hush, hush, don’t cry, sweetie. Daddy will be inside you again soon.”

“You have one more hole I need to check on,” he consoles you with assured words. “Even if I don’t use it today, it’s my husband’s responsibility to make sure, that his wife is in top shape… and that includes her tight little ass.”

You choked. Your walls gripped him tightly and he sighed heavily. He hasn’t fucked you in the ass for a long time, so now you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“Fuck… looks like this cute little hole is hungry too,” He puffs and moves his finger back and forth. “I might have to make an effort to use it more often… to make sure she gets as much love as your little pussy.”

The finger began to move more actively inside your hole, to stretch you and tease you enough to hear “aghh” of yours in response.

“Your juices are everywhere. Atta girl.” he remarks with a cheerful tone, looking at how your pussy is oozing more and more. “On me, on you, on the tablecloth.”

A light trickle of your arousal flows right down your ass and he enjoys watching it. So wonderful. But he had to let your holes rest for a moment because his patience was running out.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he announces to you, hearing your whining, because he left you empty. “I need in.”

His fingers unfasten his belt with a loud thud, followed by his fly. His trousers are slightly below his knees. He bares his cock, grabbing the base and using his fist to stroke himself a couple of times, even though precum has already appeared on the tip.

“Are you ready, honey?” he asks to which you nod and say the cherished “yes”. He accepts your answer and, gripping the base, enters you with a heavy sigh.

He allow himself to run the tip of his cock over your wet folds, down and up, and then along before gently entering. He sighs feeling you squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck… that’s it, honey, I’ve got your legs.” With a strong grip, he replaces your hands and does not allow you to twitch. “Mhmm… thank you for holding on to them for such a long time.”

“Time to do all the work for daddy”, he sighs. “Just let me pull your knees up by your ears and stick this dick deep…”

He does as he said, pinning your knees between the table and his strong hands to increase the pace inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, you can take it”, he praises you and strokes your hair with his free hand tenderly despite his careless thrusts. “Do you like it when I’m so deep inside you?”

“Yes, yes, I like it…” moan. and another moan flew from your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Don’t stop…”

“I didn’t mean that, darling”, he grins at you, baring his teeth in a toothy grin. “Tell daddy he owns you, baby,” sigh “Tell daddy that you belong to him,” sigh “Tell daddy that your little holes are meant for him and him alone.”

“You own me, I belong to you, all my holes are meant for you and only for you”, you gasp and swallow hard as you try to think. “This is just for you.”

“I never get tired of hearing this”, he moves his hand lower and grabs your wrists, trapping them in “shackles” from his strong grip. “But your body is fucking happy to let me know that.”

His hips snap against yours as he claims you on the kitchen table. The room filled with the obscene sounds you both made in the haze of lust.

His head dropped down and he began kissing your neck, watching as your head fell back and your eyes closed as he thrust especially deep.

“Shh”, he sighs between kisses on your skin. “Don’t forget to breathe.”He licks your full skin, wrapping his lips around it and leaving a light hickey on your skin before pulling away again and watching his mark before looking back down at your connection. Your cheeks are red.

“Mhmh… clings to my cock every time I pull it out, covering everywhere with juices”, he notices with a grin, watching how your pussy absolutely doesn’t want to let him go from her grip. Just like you. “It’s fucking impossible to just get out of you. Atta girl.”

A small growl escaped his lips as you hugged him tighter due to his teasing. You panted beneath him, chest rising and falling. He knocks hoarse moans out of your throat.

“Please, don’t stop, Leon..!” you hiccup, your slick hips jerking in response, creating a pleasant friction between you both. “You won’t pull it out when you cum, right?”

“Please, don’t pull it out!”

“Hush, darling. Don’t worry, don’t cry. Daddy won’t pulling out.” he consoles between kisses. “You forgot that I have access to the calendar on your phone too…”

He leans closer, lowering his voice: “I know you’re ovulating.”

“Ahh?!” you sigh and get annoyed because he hid it and now he uses it as a tease. He pulls away with a laugh, hearing your gasps and grinning toothily.

“I’m going to impregnate that pussy, baby”, he promises, almost putting his hand on his heart. “I gonna fill you up so that in a few months you will be bare and pregnant in this kitchen… with proof of my love for you growing in this pretty little belly…”

His promise hangs in the air and you, knowing his tenacity to follow through, already know what he will actually do. But you don't mind. You've long dreamed of children, of that family from glossy magazines or movies..."

“Yes... get me pregnant Leon, please.... I need in this so-o-o ba-a-ad-d...”

you're pulling the letters and it's a fat hint that you're so desperate in your own words. You really need that pregnant belly. With the thought of pregnancy, your walls contracted around his cock as if by reflex and he sighed with sensitivity.

“I feel you tightening around me, darling,” he notices. “Is my dick rubbing against your precious place?”

“Mh-mhmm,” you nod to him in mute agreement. “Is that so, precious?” he raised an eyebrow though he knew it was true. He just wanted to hear your words, not your mooing. “Use your words.”

To accurately get his point across he clicks his hips against yours, reaching almost to the cervix. He didn't hurt you, but it made you shudder.

“Y-yes... you're rubbing against my place...!”

“Let me play with this soaked clit,” he offers you teasingly, releasing your hands from his grip to pay attention to your pearl. “Let’s see how long it takes you to …—”

“That's what you need to cum, isn't it?" It was the last straw for your patience: your back arched, your thighs clenched desperately as you trembled and squirted onto him. You finally got your discharge for that excruciatingly long evening of combined teasing and research. You really walked a thin tightrope, at the risk of getting lost in your own hands of pleasure with your husband (as it happened).

“Leon!” you moan his name with stars in your eyes and a dryness in your mouth. You need air and he slowed down so that his sweet wife wouldn't suffocate under him.

“Fuck..” he clenches his teeth. “You’re still fucking clinging me.”

He could feel your spasms inside, the way your walls desperately hugged his cock as you came on top of him.

"I can't help it, honey", you exhale and cool down under the symphony of his thrusts, you're getting aroused again.

“Milk all the cum out of me”, he orders softly. “Make me make you have a baby!” He needed you as much as if he were the last man in the desert and you were an oasis.

The thrusts became uncontrollable, a growl escaping his lips.

Leon enjoyed these just as much as you did; he needed to be buried inside you to death, he wanted to feel your squeezing walls around him forever. Those dirty thoughts drove him to orgasm.

One more push and he exploded inside you, making another push.... a push, and one more push. The force was exhausted, but the power of wanting to make your family with baby (or even two) more was stronger. He would be glad to see everyone.

“Nah-huh, don’t move”, he mumbles to you, noticing your movements. “I need to fill you with cum deep…”

In a couple minutes that seemed like moments to both of you, he was able to catch his breath enough and freeze inside you to make sure every drop got inside of you. He brought his face closer to you and finally let your knees off his hands only to hug your face with the palms of his hands

“I’m going out, precious”, he whispers in your ear, allowing you to relax a little. “But don’t move, I’ll carry you to the bed, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t move.”

With a wet pop, he pulled his soft cock out of your depths and semen began to spurt out of you right onto the kitchen tablecloth. You rest in his arms as he lifts you up with ease and holds your knees and back, holding you close to him. Your arms wrap around his neck. When he carried you to bed, you lay there while he started looking for some napkins to take care of you. “Will there be a second round?”

“No, the second round will be later”, he laughs. “I’m going to run you a bath and then make you take a nap.”

“You know, I love it when my wife looks well-rested and well take careful.”

“Will you join me?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side.

“My hunger for food can wait, you know?" he laughs deeply running a napkin over your genitals "Of course I'll join." You just laughed tiredly and kissed his cheekbones, hugging him and bringing his face closer so that your breath burned each other faces.

"What do you wanna choose: bubbles or a bath bomb?" He is thinking and needs your help in choosing. "I want..." you think before you answer him: "both."

"Both? My spoiled girl..."

thanks for reading!

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Bf!Sukuna makes you cum after you argue with him!!!

tags: smut, fingering, hatefuck (kinda), angry sukuna, you love making him mad, fem reader

Let's be honest. You love irritating Sukuna. The way he raises his voice at you with that stern expression isn't especially delightful, but the attention is. You just couldn't help but love it.... the tension, the attention. It was all just delectable <3

However, it's just been too long since the two of you had a really good fight. You ponder, rolling over on your mattress. What will make him completely loose it? You could 'accidentally' break something, but no, that's so cliché. Maybe leave your dirty dishes on the table? Well, even that ploy is embarrassingly overused....

Frustrated, you decide to get up and wash some laundry until an absolutely legendary idea strikes you.

There it is!!! His favorite black robe, lying over the dryer. Sukuna wears this thing like a second skin--he'd be devasted if something happened to it. A downright devilish grin spreads across your face.

Reaching for the bleach, you unscrew the cap and carefully pour the tiniest bit of liquid onto the garment--enough to anger him, but also not so much that you couldn't pass it off as a 'mistake'.

Patiently, you lie in wait in the bedroom. Soon enough, you hear the unmistakable noise of Sukuna's keys in the lock, and you feel almost giddy. Making his way to the bedroom, Sukuna greets you, then heads to the bathroom for his routine after work shower.

Listening to the gentle patter of the water, you're practically teeming with excitement. He's going to be so, so angry. Eventually, the water stops and Sukuna steps out the shower. Absentmindedly, he reaches into the small linen closet for his robe. He doesn't even notice the stain at first, but once he turns towards the mirror, he's already fucking livid.

"Woman, what have you done this time?" His voice has an uncomfortably cruel chill to it.

"Oh 'Kuna, don't be mad. I was a bit clumsy earlier today when I was doin' the laundry."

He just glares at you. So, you decide to push further.

"I did you a favor though, honestly. It's time for you to toss that tacky rag."

And just like that, he's roaring to life.

Storming towards you, his voice fills the room. "Do you find it amusing to tarnish my belongings?" His eyes are wild, and you can tell that he's had a long day.

Stepping so close to him that you can feel his breath graze your neck, you whisper, "Of course I do, baby."

In one swift motion, he's grabbed your hair and pinned you to the wall. Hastily, Sukuna pulls your tiny shorts down, along with your panties. "Unless you want me to throw you out of the house like this, you're going to behave for me. Am I clear?"

You nod greedily.

Deftly, he pushes two of his thick, rough fingers inside of your dripping cunt. "Already fuckin' wet. Whore." You mewl sweetly, clearly enjoying yourself. His fingers feel so much better when he's angry. Sukuna starts pumping his digits into you, maintaining an unsettling amount of eye contact. When his fingers brush against those sensitive nerves in the back of your pussy, your legs quiver. Taunting you, he mutters, "You like this so much, don't you? Nasty girl."

Just when you're about to hiss out a salty response, he speeds up. As if his fingers slamming inside of you weren't enough, his palm is also slapping up against your sensitive clit. Messily, you groan, "More, Sukuna, I need more--"

"My fucking bad girl wants to cum?" Eyes bleary, you eagerly shake your head yes. So, Sukuna picks up the pace to a relentless speed, all while managing to circle his thumb around your clit. Back arching against the wall, you buck your hips wildly into his fingers, just to get a little extra stimulation. And, as the sounds of his fingers plunging into you grows louder, you feel yourself growing so close.

Observing your erratic bucking, Sukuna lowers his head to your neck. Roughly, he bites and presses sloppy kisses into your skin the way he only does when you anger him. "If you don't cum right fucking now, you aren't gonna cum for a very long time."

And just like that, your orgasm hits you like a truck. Blissfully unaware of just how loud you're being, sultry moans spill from your lips while your pussy quivers around Sukuna's fingers. He hums in satisfaction, still fucking his fingers into you a bit. Coming down from your high, your hips stutter and you become acutely aware of how fatigued you are. With a sigh, your legs give way, and Sukuna scoops you up.

"Oh poor baby," he mocks. "Good thing I'm here to pick you up, huh?"

"Thank you," You whisper weakly. In the back of your mind, you wonder if Sukuna knows you do all this shit on purpose just for things to turn out this way.

He definetley does, and he likes it just as much as you do

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a/n: feedback is appreciated! hope you enjoyed :P

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D9/ Navamsa chart observations - Part 4

Sun in 3rd shows that your spouse will either have a business of their own or even if they work for someone else, they'll be in a managerial position. As a result of this, your spouse will be focused more on their career than the marriage, and it could make you feel a bit lonely. (Jupiter in fire and water signs can balance this out)

Moon in 7th is a really good placement, i have seen this in the charts of female celebrities who have a handsome husband. so if we're going just by looks, then it's good. Your partner can be emotional and sensitive but they can also be moody, this placement is better if you have more earth signs in your chart. (i know a woman with this, and her husband is like okay but he can also be quite whiny sometimes, and also he acts like his hands are gonna fall down if he puts them inside the dirty dishes water, so, i just find him very annoying, so just make sure that there are planets in earth signs)

Mercury in 1st... I love it. A lot of "happily" married couples have it. This is a placement that makes you address the issues in your marriage. If you guys feel like there's something wrong, you're gonna approach your partner and talk to them about it. (i think that even if the conversation ultimately leads to divorce it's still better than just staying in a dull and loveless marriage, and if the problem gets solved, then great). I really have a soft spot for this one because a lot of strong women in my life have this and i just love the fact that they were brave enough to go against the society's rules, so if you have this placement, you're very very lucky and you'll have a good marriage, you know what you want and that's great. (this can also cause late marriage)

Venus in 1st, this one is not for your partner but for yourself, the number of celebrities that have this is just....shocking. If you want to work in the entertainment industry and you have this, go ahead, seriously, just give auditions, put videos on youtube, make reels, do it, you WILL be famous. (talking about the people that i know personally that have this placement, they're really creative as well, one of my sister's friend has sun conjunct Venus in 1st house and she's such a charismatic speaker and like really persuasive, this is helpful to her in regards to career, so even if you want to work in some other field, this placement makes you the best in that)

Mars in 4th.. I love this one as well. This makes your partner really protective of you and your kids (if you wish to have them). I used to think that this would make your spouse more protective of their parents (especially mother) rather than their partner, but I've been proven wrong, many many times. I have seen it play out right in front of my eyes, a lot of times, so I'll give examples. (if you're a woman, and your husbands family is talking shit about you, he won't like it at all and in some cases, may even move out of the house cuz they can't stand seeing you being humiliated. Another example, if you're being harassed then.. They're gonna get physical, and not because, someone touched THEIR wife, but because someone touched YOU, there's a huge difference. And if you're a man, you are LUCKY, your wife's gonna be like 5'1, but if someone's hurting you, she's gonna stand in front of you and be like "stop hurting my man, get the fuck away from him" and having that kind of support in your life is really rare)

Jupiter in 5th... DUDE, every person i know that has this have more than 2 kids, if its well placed then you're gonna be great parents and your children are gonna love you. Your partner is gonna love kids and that's why... More kids. If you're a woman, then please make sure that you marry someone who loves you just as much, because this is one of those placements that can cause "good parent but bad partner" thing. (I've also seen this placement in a lot of men's charts, who only marry a woman because they think she would make a good mother, which is not good, so be a little cautious of men with this)

Saturn in 10th, now if you're a woman and you have this, then please please marry a man who's okay with having a wife who's more career oriented (every woman should marry a man like that) but sometimes you'll see that a woman is forced to become a SAH wife and she's unhappy but she does it (even though she shouldn't) but women with this, they won't, they'll just get divorced instead, they DO NOT like staying at home (valid), a partner who encourages you to pursue your dreams will be the best. (i know a couple where the wife has this, he's a house husband but a good one, he actually does all the household chores and doesn't just laze around while his wife works, and they also love each other, and i love them 🥹)

Venus in 9th, i read on a lot of websites and books that these people should marry after 30 and i agree. An early marriage with this will lead to separation or an unhappy marriage. (i also noticed this to be true, but i couldn't find out WHY, like the reason). This is also an indicator of marrying someone from a different culture or background. Even more so if Venus is in movable signs.

Saturn in 5th, (bro my memory is so bad, i feel like I've already written about this but i can't fucking remember 😭😭), okay so this placement also delays childbirth, or you may end up having just one kid (which is not wrong), you may also have a kid after 30, Ranbir kapoor, priyanka chopra and deepika padukone have this. Even if you have ketu in 8th, this will happen because saturn has a stronger effect.

Mars in 2nd, this placement is like a double edged sword, your partner is gonna be a spendthrift but they manage to earn back that money just as fast, but here's the thing, it's like, you have to pay your rent on the 1st of a month, your partner uses that rent money to buy something for themselves, now you're stressed AS FUCK and on the 31st, out of nowhere, they're gonna give that same amount to you. I've seen this happen a lot. So you're just gonna be constantly stressed out. (this works well for people who themselves are spendthrifts, cuz none of you give a shit, so whatever)

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House of Feanor | When You Fake Your Orgasm

Request: Hi! I’m so happy you opened the request again!☺️ I wanted to ask if you could do the “When you fake an orgasm” with the Feanorians, the one for the Ainur was amazing!! Thank you and have a great day💖

A/N: I didn’t include the twins in this because I was unable to write smut for them. I don’t know why, but I can never envision smut for them, it doesn’t click for me. Sorry, but I also hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, rough sex, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, oral sex (male and female receiving), manhandling, restraints, dirty talking, pet names (kitten, little one, bunny, good girl, princess), punishment, reader being mocked

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Feanor — I don’t know if I should clap you on the back and say, “Great job for challenging a man like him,” or be concerned that you chose to challenge a prideful man like him. Because baby, he’s not letting that slide on his pride. Verdict? Punished

He sensed it, the minute you tossed your head into the pillows and released the most ear-aching groan you attempted to have sound believable, he stopped. There was no shouting, no groaning or fuming like he usually did—he simply pulled out with a loud slick, the look of pure dissatisfaction on his face, and climbed off the bed to stand at the foot. There was a sharp gleam in his eyes the longer he looked at you, contemplating what punishment to dish out—so many options, a lot of time to execute them all, which one came first. He chose to say nothing, instead grabbing you by your calves and dragging you to the foot of the bed.

Before you could properly react, he snatched you by the arm and spun you around, planting your face into the mattress with a hand gripping the back of your neck to firmly keep you rooted. A high-pitched squeal left your throat, but it wasn’t from the sudden roughness of his actions, it was from the loud crack of a hand across your ass, followed by the immediate dragging of his fingers through your folds to harshly rub your clit. “Feels good doesn’t it? So good you could cum all over my fingers right now,” he muttered in your ear, pressing more weight against your sweet spot once he found it, causing a string of gibberish to leave your lips. “Then why don’t you cum right now. Fake another one if you dare.”

“F-Fea…nor—shit—was just a—ngh—joke,” you cried out as you wiggled your hips against the thrusting of his thick and calloused fingers.

“A joke,” he gasped lightly with humour in his tone before continuing, “then I too should give you one as well.” Then, he withdrew his fingers an inch away, listening to you crying out from the loss of pleasure. “Let me give you the best joke in the history of the Noldor—so good, that you’ll remember it forever and even learn a lesson from it.”

Maedhros — what can I say. Best rough fuck of your life? This man had his own sense of humour, and he was about to display how funny he could be during a crucial act since you wanted to play games.

The moment your lips parted to gasp, fingers digging into his biceps and legs tightening around his waist, he smirked. The hands on your waist slid downwards to grip your thighs and curl them into your chest, flush against your breasts while pressing his weight upon you, essentially pinning you beneath him. The new position had his heavy cock pressed deeper within your walls; you were scrambling to find purchase along his sweaty back. “Nggh, fuck—too deep, Mae,” you whined with a pout, brows furrowing and lip biting as he doubled the pace, making the bedframe shake.

“Hmm, I’m as deep as I should be,” he purred against your lips while one hand from your thigh reached up to grip your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact. He chose to roll his hips, his flared tip rubbing against your sweet post, prompting your eyes and walls to flutter as you genuinely came around his cock, a warm gush of your juices coating his length. “That’s more like it. That’s how you should look when you’re about to cum all over my cock,” he grinned and pecked your lips swiftly. “All fucked out, not that phoney performance.”

“M-Mae…please, ’s too much.”

“Uh-Uh.” He was having fun with this, giving your face a small shake while his grip on your jaw tightened. You could feel him deep in your stomach—getting deeper—and the loud squelching sounds of your cunt gushing around his length telling you that he didn’t plan on stopping. “I’m having just as much fun as you faking your orgasm, melda. Why should I stop when all you have to do is lie there and take my cock?” he whispered cynically with a wicked grin. “Or do you want to fake another orgasm again?”

You shook your head, struggling to keep up as another orgasm was approaching after he fucked you through the recent one.

“Good,” he hummed and lifted his body slightly off you, releasing your chin. “Now be a good girl and cum for me again.”

Maglor — the gentle poet isn’t always as gentle as everyone considers him to be, you know? Kano has his tricks up his sleeves, and one of them is ensuring that you’re not leaving this bed unsatisfied, no matter what it takes.

He didn’t even wait for you to finish before he came to a complete halt, staring at you with all the restraint and disbelief. And then, ever so slowly, he broke into a smile—a cunning, wicked smile. “My, my, my, princess. You didn’t tell me that we were performing. Had I known—” he growled and suddenly pulled out to flip you onto your knees, pushing your face into the pillows and sinking your back into a beautiful arch. “—I would have put on an equally, captivating performance as well.”

Whimpering, your excuses falling short when you felt his fingers trail down your spine to dip between your folds, spreading your wetness around to rub lazily circles around your clit. “I hope you know how great of an improviser I am—one of the best. So, I hope you can keep up. It would be a shame—a real shame if you were unable to…” That was all Maglor needed to do to have you falling apart under his touch. Those skilled fingers, working you to the brink and bringing you back down, edging you as if he was playing his harp and plucking strings of cries with each pinch or flick.

His other hand rested at the centre of your back, applying just enough pressure to warn you of his warrior’s strength underneath while his fingers ran through your fold, circling your clit and then down to your entrance, doing everything but sinking inside. The needy whines you released only fuelled him to continue his ministrations as you begged him.

“Kano, quit playing—please, put it in,” you groaned, voice muffled as you pushed your face into the pillow to swallow your needy cries which he revelled in.

“Kano quit playing,” he mocked, laughing at the end as he pulled his fingers away to give your ass a solid smack, jolting you forward. “How demanding? What are you, a star actress who can’t play her part correctly?” In an instant, just as the response was at the tip of your tongue, his cock plunged into your cunt and immediately started moving without an inch of reprieve. “Why don’t you leave the improvising to me, sweetheart, and just do what you’re supposed to. Cum for me when I fuck you.”

Celegorm — gosh, you’re giving his man a game. A thrill. A chase. He’s a hunter—this is the type of game he’s into. Make him work for his prize, and you, my dear, were so kind to delectably present him with the best challenge ever. One neither of you would ever forget.

Coming down from your so-called orgasm, had you trembling in Tyelko’s hold. Ankles locked around his neck, nails curling into his meaty biceps and jaw slackened as you mimicked the expression of ecstasy, but that was never enough to fool the hunter. For in an instant, he leaned into you further, pressing more of his weight against you, squeezing your thighs against your chest, caging you in like some prey with those gleaming, green eyes. “Little bunny wants to make me work to earn an orgasm from her, huh? Acting as though I wouldn’t know what this pussy feels like around my cock,” he taunted with a sickeningly, sinful laugh.

“T-Tyelko, don’t—” Your attempted words were immediately cut off by an abrupt tumble as he rolled over to place you on top, adjusting your legs to straddle his hips, yet pulling you down, chest to chest.

“Shh, kitten. You don’t need to speak—you’ve told me enough.” His cock still buried deep within, started moving sluggishly at first—just for a few strokes to get you relaxed—while he gingerly took both your wrist and bound them with one hand behind your back. As slowly as he moved, it was enough to make your stomach flip. And like the predator he was, his feet planted into the mattress and instantly thrust upwards with much more force jerking you forward, save for the strong arms around your waist.

A loud crack of his hand followed against your ass, groping the flesh before sending another, matching the intensity of his thrust. “Just like that—feels so good doesn’t it? Nice and deep enough to fake another?” he growled, increasing his tempo for the sound of sweaty skin clapping against each other to ripple around the room.

“T-Tyel–…ko—fuck! ’m s-sorry…slow down—ah!” Sputtering his favourite chorus of gibberish, he merely grinned and sunk himself deeper into your cunt, purposefully rubbing his cock head against your sweet spot which had your nails digging into your palms and more juices dripping down his cock.

“Not at all kitten. I’m right where I need to be,” he purred and cracked another hand across your ass. “Chasing as many orgasms I can get all night long.”

Caranthir — he doesn’t do anything half-assed, so why would you make him feel like he wasn’t performing up to standards, huh? Don’t you think that you’re about to be reminded to never test his skills?

A hand pinning the back of your neck to the polished desk while the other torturously dragged its fingers through your dripping cunt—if you thought Moryo was about to let it slide with a fickle excuse of ‘I was just tired,’ you were fooling yourself. He didn’t appreciate the gesture and was fixated on ensuring that you never thought about attempting your foolish jest ever again. And judging from how his fingers glided so smoothly through your cunt, your juices coating his palm and wrists, and the obscenely loud echoes of your thirsty walls sucking him back in, he was making a point. All of this when it was your umpteenth orgasm for the night, and he wasn’t letting up. No amount of, ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘Please don’t tease me,’ or ‘It was just a joke,’ could reduce the number of times you’ve cum all over him.

“Have you learnt your lesson yet, melda?” he questioned with such authority, yet a distinctive quietness in his tone. His question was followed up by a sudden contracting off your walls, spasming around his fingers as they remained still and pressing against your sweet spot. Within seconds, another gush of your arousal oozed out, making his rings and bracelets glisten under the lamps. “Hm, not yet it would appear.”

“Moryo—”

“Silence. You had your chance to answer and missed the opportunity. It is clear to me that you still crave more, so I shall give you more. Enough that you will not attempt such foolishness again.” There was a faint smirk in his tone as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the centre of your back, the same time his fingers regained their pace and continued to fuck you through your orgasm, into the next one. The tremble of your legs as shivered with oversensitivity made him laugh airily, not slowly or increasing his pace, keeping you right there, and giving you want you clearly desired from the start. “You’re doing so well, darling.”

Curufin — nothing misses his eyes. Nothing misses his focus, and you thought it would be a brilliant idea to test the man who was cunning, perspective and undoubtedly harsh when it came to dishing out punishment? Good luck.

“Open—wider.” Just as swiftly as the command came, your mouth was filled with the sliding of his thick cock between your lips to rest heavily against your tongue. He wanted to silence those nasally cries you emitted earlier, calling it the regular sounds you made when you orgasmed, and listen to you gurgling on his cock, rethinking your options. “Just like that. You sound much better.”

All you could do was look up at him through your teary lashes while he tossed his head back, hands tightening in your hair as he held you still. He didn’t move too slow or too quickly, just at the right pace to satisfy him and leave you clenching around nothing in anticipation. A soft, muffled whine escaped your throat when he pulled back, leaving his tip to rest against your lips, causing him to finally open his eyes and look down at you—with disappointment. “What’s wrong? Finally ready to apologise so I can make you cum for your ridiculous stunt?”

You nodded, pouting up at him with your teary eyes, knowing the effect it always had on him. “I’m sorry…won’t do it again.”

Instead, he scoffed. You were so shameless. Fake your orgasm and then had the audacity to be wet while he fucked your throat, wanting his cock to quench your heat. If anything, it made him more irritable. “I’m not so sure that you are sorry,” he corrected, biting his lower lip. “You just want me to stuff you with my cock like the needy little thing you are.”

“You can do whatever you want,” you pleaded. “I just want to cum.”

Rolling his eyes as he tapped his cock head against your lips, signalling you to open up, he pushed into the warmth of your mouth again, exhaling deeply at the welcoming of your heat and wetness. “I am doing whatever I want, darling. And that’s making sure you don’t cum like you wanted from the start.”

Celebrimbor — okay, why would you even try this stunt on this pookie wookie? He’s trying his best to bring you the best pleasure you ever had in your life with passionate precision and you of all things to do…fake your orgasm. Go stand outside in the rain, for making him feel like his performance wasn’t good enough,

His hips stuttered the minute you started vibrating and clinging to him, giving him a world-altering performance of you orgasming. There was a look of sadness washing over you as he continued to observe your shaking figure under him—you were so caught up in acting to notice that he had stopped and slackened his hold on your hips, slightly sitting on his hunches. The way his brain was calculating what to do in the face of such an event he never thought would occur to him. Then, he recalled—a conversation between two of his Lords he overheard speaking about their wives pulling this same stunt.

So, it was a thing. Just you attempting to trick him. He was still saddened deep down, but with a fervour.

Gingerly, he pulled his cock out and shuffled off the bed, noticing how you watched him with curious eyes. “Where are going? You haven’t finished?” you worried, sitting upright and frowning as he slipped back into his trousers, keeping it loose around his waist.

He said nothing as he reached into the drawers for a pair of handcuffs, designed just for you. A little something he was working on for a while to surprise you with, and what a joyous occasion it was for him to introduce them to you because, in mere minutes, your hands were cuffed to the headboard and left sobbing—begging for release, overstimulated. Tyelpë’s mouth worked so fervently against your pussy, giving you all the orgasms in the world so you would never test his abilities again.

A languid drag of his tongue against your clit, followed but a sharp suck had your toes curling, yet, unable to move from the iron grip that held them apart. You were beyond sensitive, unsure if he could milk another orgasm from your thoroughly wracked body.

“Hmm, do you think you can give me one more?” he peered up at you through those gorgeous emerald eyes. How could you say ‘no’ even when this was punishment? And yet you found yourself nodding slowly. “Lovely, let us see if this would be the one to remind you to never try that trick again.”

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sam & darlin headcanons 🤠🐺

"my big bad wolf..."

darlin and sam were the only people who’ve seen the other cry (aside from gabe for darlin’) for the longest time 

sam calls darlin’ sexy on a regular basis. darlin calls him handsome

sam has a hard time containing himself in the sense of not blurting every inappropriate thought that goes through his head about darlin’ in front of other people (so does darlin’) 

sam is the only person in the world darlin allows to drink their drinks and share food with

darlin literally never accepts people’s help and/or doting on them, they get physically and verbally aggressive when people even offer so imagine the pack’s surprise when they walk into a pack meeting with sam fussing over their every move and they let him 

darlin's favourite hobby is jumping into sam's arms and he catches them with utmost care every single time

darlin is borderline obsessed with sam (david says every other word they say is sam)

they are always always touching

sam loves darlin being in his lap

their song is flaws & sins by juice wlrd

they argue pretty often but in a "couples who argue often have a really strong relationship" and they make up very quickly (half the time they forget what they're talking about and just move on)

sometimes they try to pretend to be mad at the other but it never works because they always end up laughing

darlin has a few piercings and sam's favourite is the piecing on the left of their bottom lip. he thinks it’s really hot

every single time sam sees darlin in even semi-formal clothes, he loses his ability to do anything but stare at them

they go on walks on the beach at night

darlin has been so used to pretending to be strong around others for most of their life and finding someone they're so comfortable with all the time makes them cry around sam very easily

darlin sleeps on top of sam most of the time because sam likes rubbing their back. sometimes they sleep shift and sam just has a large wolf on his chest

darlin gets noticeably more irritable the longer they’re away from sam (and no one would say it to his face but sam does too)

darlin owns a motorcycle (along with their car) and sam nearly has a heart attack every time they drive it

darlin has tried to get him to ride with them but they remain unsuccessful

sam and darlin pretend they're not together for fun

"ooohh, do you wanna date me or something sammy?" "oh no, darlin, neverr"

darlin loves wrapping their arms around sam’s neck

darlin and sam slow dance around the house all the time (in the kitchen when sam’s cooking, in their bedroom right before they go to sleep, after they wake up, in the hallways etc.)

darlin coloured their hair green (it's sam's favourite colour)

sam subconsciously doodles darlin when he's bored (he has a dedicated sketchbook for them)

darlin is the only who calls sam "samuel" as an endearment

sam throws darlin over his shoulder multiple times a day

sam loves cupping darlin's cheeks and just looking at their face. darlin has grown used to sam doing this but it still flusters them a little, they let him do it though

whenever sam says anything remotely nice about darlin, they get so fucking flustered and shy (they straight up just hide their face away from him or look away)

sometimes sam shamelessly and blatantly flirts back at darlin and darlin absolutely cannot take it. they’ve had to full-on hide their face because their face was literally crimson red

“what, you can dish it out but can’t take it, darlin?”

darlin cracks all the crackable joints in their body (back, fingers, neck, ankles etc.) and it drives sam insane because he can hear it so clearly

sam and darlin both give dirty looks to anyone who so much as talks to the other (anyone outside of the pack ofc)

an empowered friend of darlin's tried to hit on them and sam damn near snarled at him before they ran their friend off

they spend the entire summer solstice sleeping on each other

sam and darlin don’t let anyone touch their hair other than each other

darlin's touch starvedness came out five months after they started dating sam and they didn’t let go of him for a solid month (sam didn’t mind at all)

sam always always sits on the armrest of their couch that is closest to the door (and whichever armrest is closest to the door) to be in front of darlin in case of any danger

darlin lets their brain turn off when they’re around sam. they take pride in their independence a lot but at this point they enjoy letting sam take care of them

darlin does whatever sam tells them without thinking when it comes things like “go sit down” and “come here” and “can you..”

they are still very much a brat because they love teasing him and pushing his buttons

darlin loves sam’s hands on their face

contrary to popular belief, darlin gives sam puppy dog eyes in the comfort of their home both with or without their own acknowledgement (they bite their lip sometimes too and it drives sam fucking insane)

darlin sings romantic to explicit song lyrics to sam and he always gets red when they do

darlin has little things that are reserved for sam and sam only (like the little smile they give him when he tucks their hair behind their ear, their little pouts, little noises they make when it’s just the two of them, their clingy behaviour)

darlin is insanely ticklish but the only one knows is sam bc no one else would dare get that close to them (sam comes up behind them and pokes their sides while they’re not paying attention and they flinch hella hard) ((he also tickles them when they’re in bed together or whenever they’re having little couple quarrels))

sam and darlin's immediate trauma response being making out (canon)

whenever sam is mad, at darlin or otherwise, they joke saying, “i’m getting it good tonight” (it's not a joke and they're never wrong)

sam calling darlin ”baby” drives them fucking crazy /pos

sam has little mannerisms (his nose scrunches when he's trying not to laugh, his eyebrow quirks slightly when he lies etc.) that go unnoticed by almost everyone except darlin

 sometimes darlin and sam just talk about their traumatic experiences at night when they can’t sleep. they just recount them without worrying about feeling pitied or judged

sam kisses the top of darlin's head a lot

darlin (and others) catch sam just staring at them quite often and he loves to pretend he’s not

sam gets more jealous than darlin does and that’s saying something (they both get jealous over literally anything) 

sam barely tolerates darlin touching any one other than himself. he's hyper aware of anyone touching them anywhere because he knows they hate being touched most of the time if it’s not by him (and he’s very smug about it ty) and he refuses to admit he's jealous

darlin however is very vocal about their jealously and ownership over sam (they’re very territorial, as are most wolves) they hate when other people compliment or touch him too much. they say, “you’re mine” frequently and sam thinks it’s hot

darlin calls sam baby girl sometimes as a joke and he hates it 

darlin gets so giggly and smiley around sam. sam had half a mind to think it was normal for them but he sees the way they interact with literally anyone else (sam’s darlin & the pack’s darlin are entirely different people) 

sam texts so slowly, darlin doesn’t bother texting him with intent for a response, they call him instead

sam teases darlin just as much as they tease him

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 8

((Major TW: Katsuki gets mean, body dysmorphia, abusive triggers-this isn't gonna be a pretty chapter. Discussion at the end from author.))

Katsuki hated today.

He had worked a double patrol shift. A morning into the night, and half a morning shift. He was pretty sure his blood consisted of coffee and energy shots.

His stupid new sidekick couldn't do paperwork to save her life, and his student intern was a pain in the ass the whole time-questioning everything he did.

And of course, add to the fact he had to file a few insurance claims for...well, explosive damage done by his truely-it all was adding up.

All he wanted to do was go home, eat some delicious homemade cooking, kiss his wife and baby and sleep.

He was over it all.

As he stormed into his office, he slammed the door shut behind him with his foot. He heard something rattling in one of his gauntlets and looked down.

Shit.

He shook his right gauntlet. Something was loose inside.

Great.

Another thing to add to the list.

Meanwhile, you were having an off day yourself. Your head kept pounding, and Katsumi hadn't slept well. At now eight months, her teeth were coming in rapidly, and every remedy you could think of wasn't cutting it. Cold washcloths, teethers, frozen foods in a special pacifier...not to mention her refusal to feed off your breast. She didn't want to eat, she didn't want to sleep, all she did was scream.

You even called her doctor, who just chuckled and said, "Ah, that's definitely teeth! Just keep doing what you're doing! Oh, and baby aspirin!"

You wanted to punch him.

By the time you finally got her to nap, it was 4 pm. The house was in dissaray, laundry piled on the couch. Dishes weren't done, and the floor hadn't been mopped or vacuumed yet. The bathroom was a mess, because Katsumi had to also have a huge blow out as well. And dinner? Well...not even a thought. You were still in your pj's.

And you couldn't remember if you ate.

All you wanted to do was sleep.

You sunk into the couch, not caring how you were sitting on a pile of onesies and Katsuki's boxer briefs.

You felt disgusting.

You hadn't bathed in 24 hours, you noticed your 'mommy tummy' was showing and yanked down your sleep shirt. You were pretty sure your had a double chin, too.

"If you ever feel like your body isn't in the greatest condition," you remembered Naomi saying, "take a few deep breaths, and remember what your body did, and continues to do!"

Right.

It gave birth. It makes food for Katsumi. It made a whole ass baby.

...Okay, so none of those affirmations were helping when you saw the stretch marks.

When you looked at your sagging breasts.

When you felt the tightness of your pre-pregnancy pants, hugging your hips in a not so sexy way.

The dark thoughts were winning out today, it seemed. You began to doom scroll on your phone, finally relaxing after noticing Katsumi had settled on the baby cam.

You heard the door to the apartment open, and a small, "what the fuck?"

Katsuki was home.

He looked around, his eyes cold. You gave him a small smile.

"Hey, welco-"

"What did you even do today?" He asked coldly.

Huh? Oh. The mess.

"Oh, yeah. Katsumi was-"

"Did you even get dinner goin'??" He asked. "And you're sitting on my clean clothes??" His voice got angrier. You balked.

"Sorry, jeez-"

"Why is everything a mess?!" He suddenly asked, picking up a dirty rice bowl from the sink in disgust. "Shit like this breeds vermin."

Where did this come from??

"I'm sorry, it's just-"

"Just what? You sitting there all day doing jack shit?" He hissed, his voice laced with venom. You stared at him.

"Katsumi-"

"Katsumi can't always be your damn excuse for everything!" He suddenly shouted. "Did you even-" he looked around. He suddenly shouted. "Why did you even take a maternity leave if you were gonna do the bare minimum!? You don't do shit while I'm out there busting my ass! Who the hell puts food in your mouths!? Who pays the bills now!? Its all fuckin' me! Meanwhile you sit on your fat ass-"

"I'm sorry!? I don't know what crawled up your ass but-" you got in his face.

"What got up my ass was your INCOMPETENCY!" He shouted, and suddenly Katsumi screamed. You yelled back.

"Whats your problem!? You know I'm on my own with Katsumi-"

"Then call my fucking parents!"

"I can't always rely on them! They have their own lives!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Spare me! Just fuckin' spare me!" He yelled. "I bet you just did shit all..up in your stupid baby blues shit-"

"Its not stupid and no, I haven't! Just because you had a bad patrol-"

Katsuki suddenly rounded on the baby's nursery, Katsumi's screeching getting to him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He shouted out, and you immediately pushed past him to run to the nursery.

You slammed the door behind you, grabbing the wailing baby. You tried shushing her with a shaking voice. Katsuki slammed the door open.

"Oi! I wasn't done talking!" He yelled, his hands sparking. You stared at them, then at him.

"Put out. Your hands. Now." You said, holding Katsuki protectively. He didn't miss that. He scoffed.

"You act like I'm gonna hurt her-"

"You just screamed at her!" You interrupted. He snarled.

"And now you're using her as a fuckin' shield!" He pointed a finger at you, accusingly. "Don't try to get out of this! You haven't been pulling your weight since she's been born! You've done the bare minimum around here and I'm sick of it!" He cried out, Katsumi still wailing in your ear. You found yourself trembling.

Everything in your body was telling you to run. Protect. Kick. Scream. Katsuki had a temper, but it was never directed at you. Not like this.

Not ever.

"I'm trying to figure it all out!" You hissed. "But it doesn't help when the father of my child values work and glory over being a father!"

A low blow.

You heard the door crack before you could even stop him. His hand had blown a fist sized hole in the wood of Katsumi's nursery door. You stumbled back, landing on your butt. Katsumi screamed harder, your grip on her shaking.

Katsuki looked at the door. Then at you. His eyes wavered. He reached out, "...Oi, don't-"

"Get out. Get the fuck out." You flinched back, your brain on fight. His angry look came back.

"You don't get to-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" You screeched, your quirk activating. He stumbled back in shock.

Your nostrils flared, your eyes held such anger and fear-something he hadn't seen since the war way back when.

He didn't say anything. He turned sharply, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

You sunk to the floor, leaning against the wall-staring at the hole still smoking in the door. Katsumi was hiccuping as she cried.

And suddenly, you started crying, too. You held her as you sobbed, thinking in the back of your head what kind of damage this would do to her.

To her psyche.

And what was that? Did Katsuki carry those thoughts in his heart the whole time?

You didn't know. Your own heart was racing too fast, and you trembled.

Katsuki wouldn't hit your or the baby.

He wouldn't.

Right?

Then what was the hole in the door? Could that have been you?

....or Katsumi?

You looked over at your phone, which had still rested on the couch. You adjusted Katsumi, still shushing her as you scrambled for your phone.

You needed someone to talk to.

Anyone.

You scrolled through your contacts.

No, not Katsuki's parents.

Not Kirishima.

No, not Kaminari.

Sero neither.

All his friends were your friends.

You didn't know who to talk to until your thumb hovered over one person.

The one person who could make Katsuki break. The one person who knew Katsuki just as well as you.

Izuku Midoriya.

It was a risk. They were better off than they were in high school, sure. But there was still that lingering animosity on Katsuki's end, small as it was.

But you didn't know who else to talk to. And he knew about Katsuki's anger.

You pressed the call button, swallowing back tears. You adjusted Katsumi over to your chest to feed her.

"C'mon....pick up...."

A click.

"Hello?"

((Ugh. Don't hate me. But again, I wanted to explore a good chunk of parenthood-and this was one I...unfortunately had experience with. (Minus the door breaking stunt.) Parenthood is tough. And it can be cruel. Especially when it changes things like family dynamics drastically. Make no mistake, that's no excuse for the actions taken by Katsuki, but it shows how it can manifest. Reader isn't the only one struggling with parenthood-but it's definitely manifesting differently for Katsuki. Thankfully, there's help out there. Couple therapy has been a godsend for me and my husband. It let's us talk with an unbiased person weighing in. Turns out, your spouse can also suffer from Post partum issues, even if they haven't given birth. But! If you ever feel unsafe in your home with your spouse, don't feel like you should bottle that up. Get help. Get out if you have to. A broken vase is better than a broken face, horrible as that sounds. Dont ever be afraid to get help. And dont be afraid of outcomes, you and child come first. Love you all, and be safe!))

[jkwrites-m]

Another Time (3)

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: soulmates, past life, thriller, smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary: When Y/N and Jungkook begin sharing vivid dreams of each other, their connection feels too real to ignore. When tragedy from a past life begins bleeding into the present, they’re forced to unravel the mystery of love, betrayal, and fate.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, fluff, angst, emotional child abuse, shitty ass parents, cursing, fighting, sexual tension, hurt, alcohol consumption, cigarettes, mentions of wounds, mentions of death, smut explicit: lots of praise, oral (giving & receiving), riding, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl! this is fiction!) 

Notes: majority is written in jungkook's pov

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Her voice cracked, not just from anger, but from exhaustion, weeks of bottled-up frustration leaking out in sharp, hurt syllables.

The apartment felt like a pressure cooker. Even the air between them crackled like a live wire. Y/N stood in the middle of the living room, fists clenched at her sides, her eyes sharp as glass. Jungkook, halfway through taking off his coat, froze at the tone in her voice.

“You left the fucking dishes in the sink again, Jungkook,” she snapped. 

Jungkook exhaled slowly, dropping the coat over the back of the couch. “I got home late. I was exhausted. I was gonna get to it this morning.”

She turned away, blinking fast, not wanting him to see how much it hurt to be the only one holding things together.

“You always say that. But you never do.”

He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his cool, but the way she looked at him (like a stranger) shattered something in him.

He rubbed his face, already tired, the stress of the day sitting heavy on his shoulders. “Can you not come at me the second I walk in the door?”

“I wouldn’t have to if you actually pulled your weight around here!” she shot back. “I cook. I clean. I fold your laundry. I’m tired, Jungkook. I’m fucking tired.”

He bristled. “I’ve been under a shitload of pressure at work. You know that. I’ve told you.”

He stepped forward instinctively, then stopped himself, unsure if his presence would soothe or spark more fury.

“You’ve told me, sure. But you haven’t shown me that you care about anything going on in this house,” Y/N hissed. 

He crossed his arms, voice lowering with tension. “You think I don’t care? Seriously?”

“I think you care more about playing babysitter to your new coworker than helping your fiancée at home,” she bit, pacing now.

 Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “His name’s Jimin. He’s new, and he’s shy. I’m the only one who makes him feel welcome. That’s not a fucking crime.”

For a moment, the silence between them grew so loud, it drowned out even the ticking clock above the kitchen counter.

 “You’ve spent more nights out drinking with him than with me lately,” she spat. “So yeah, maybe it feels like you’re not trying.”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook muttered, taking a step closer. “This isn’t just about chores, is it?” 

“No,” she whispered, eyes watering now. “It’s about feeling like I’m doing this alone. Like I live with a ghost of someone I used to feel close to.” 

Silence fell between them, sharp and jagged.

Y/N turned on her heel and stormed toward the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

For a while, the apartment stayed quiet. Jungkook sat on the couch, head in his hands, replaying the argument like a broken tape. Eventually, he stood, walking to the bedroom door. He paused, his hand on the knob, eyes closed as if choosing his words carefully. 

The door creaked open

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I woke up with a jolt, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. For a second, I thought the echo of Y/N’s voice, sharp and heartbroken, yelling at me over dirty dishes and a forgotten trash bag was still ringing through the room. But it wasn’t. It was just the quiet hum of the morning Seoul traffic far below my apartment window.

I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, my heart pounding as if I’d actually fought with her, like I actually stood there in that kitchen with guilt clawing up my throat. The weight of the dream lingered, like steam refusing to fade from a mirror. And the worst part was… I had been mean. Cold. Defensive. And now, even though it was just a dream, the aftertaste was sharp. “Shit,” I whispered to the empty room, throwing the covers off. My feet hit the cold floor with a thud. “I need to make it up to her.” Without even thinking, I grabbed my phone and fired off a text.

Jungkook: Are you awake? I had a weird dream and I kind of want to see you. Can I pick you up? I’m taking you to breakfast.

I didn’t wait for a reply. I just moved, brushing my teeth, throwing on one of my softer oversized hoodies and grey jeans. I didn’t try to look too perfect because I wanted to be comfortable, sweet, and non-threatening. I wanted to see her laugh, maybe roll her eyes at one of my dumb jokes. I needed her close, even if I didn’t fully understand why the dream had rattled me so much. By the time I pulled up in front of her apartment, she was already standing by the curb. Her hair was pulled up in a casual ponytail, and she was wrapped in one of those oversized scarves that made her look extra cuddly in the fall breeze.

She slid into the passenger seat, cheeks slightly pink from the wind. “Hey.”

I smiled instantly. “Hey you.” “You okay?” she asked, eyeing me. “Yeah. Better now.” She raised an eyebrow but didn’t press, and that alone made my chest ache. She was always like that- giving me space, even when she didn’t have to. It made me want to pull her into a thousand hugs and never let go.

We ended up at a quaint little diner tucked away in one of the older neighborhoods I liked to drive through at night when I needed to think. The place smelled like maple syrup and coffee, with worn red vinyl booths and a jukebox humming a soft tune from the corner. It felt like a memory neither of us knew we had until we walked in and sat across from each other.

“You look really pretty today,” I said, casual but my eyes lingering. Y/N blushed and rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping onto her face. I grinned, satisfied.

Our conversation drifted from small talk to little flirtations with me reaching for her hand across the table, gently teasing her when she got syrup on her chin. I wiped it away with my thumb and then licked it without breaking eye contact. “Sweet,” and she nearly choked on her orange juice.

After pancakes and shared laughter, Y/N leaned back and crossed her arms with a thoughtful look. “Okay, now what?”

I shrugged. “Whatever you want.”

She tilted her head. “There’s this arcade a few miles away. I passed it last week. It looked retro.”

My eyes lit up. “Say less. Let’s go.”

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I tugged Y/N gently toward the neon glow of the skee-ball lanes, fingers laced with hers like we had been sewn together in another lifetime. The air was thick with a buttery blend of popcorn and prize dreams. She rolled her eyes at the way I kept stealing glances at her lips, but her cheeks betrayed her, flushing, rosy and warm, flushed by more than the arcade’s flashing lights. “You know, if I win, you owe me a kiss,” I grinned, already lining up my first ball. “Fair warning.” “Excuse me?” she raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight to one hip. “That’s not how skee-ball works.” “It is when the prize is you.”  throwing the ball with a dramatic flick that landed me a perfect 50. “Oh my god,” Y/N muttered, laughing as she turned to her machine. “You’re insufferable.” “Hot and insufferable,” you corrected. “Your favorite combo.” She ignored me (horribly), grinning as she focused on her own throw. But I know she could feel my eyes glued to her, trailing from her jawline to her shoulder and lingering at her waist. I stepped behind her after her second throw, gently placing my hands on her hips. “Let me show you a trick,” voice low, by her ear. “It’s all in the angle.” “Jungkook,” she hissed, blushing, “we’re in public.” “Yeah, and I don’t care,” I whispered. “You’re gorgeous. And I want to be close to you.” Our eyes locked, breath catching in my throat as her back pressed lightly into my chest. For a heartbeat, the sounds of the arcade melted away. Déjà vu slammed into me so hard, making me jolt, causing her to nearly drop the ball. I turned her around quickly, eyes wide. “Did you just- did you feel that?” She blinked. “You too?” I reached for her hand instinctively. “I don’t know what’s happening, but being with you like this... it’s like I’ve done it a hundred times. Like we’ve played this game before, in another life.” “Exactly,” Y/N said, breathless. “This place, you, me... it’s like I’ve lived this moment already.” Our faces inched closer again, too much, too fast, until she pulled back with a gasp. “We should probably go,” she said, barely able to meet my eyes. I nodded, jaw tight, heart racing. “Yeah. Let’s go.” We left our game unfinished, ticket count forgotten, our hands clasped tightly like a secret.

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When she slipped into the restroom to freshen up, I waited by the change machine. That’s when my phone buzzed. An unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Jungkook?” Madame Lillian’s voice was urgent. “I’m sorry to call you like this. I had to. I saw something. Something terrible.”

I froze. “What do you mean?” “I can’t say much. I’ve already broken too many rules. But it involves you and Y/N. I don’t want to scare her, but you need to look into the year before you both were born... and the date of the day before you met. Something happened. Something tied to your past lives. Look into the Seoul National Library archives. And Jungkook...” I swallowed, hard. “Yes?” “Be careful. Some endings have endings worse than the first.” Y/N returned moments later, smiling, completely unaware. I slid my phone into my pocket, putting on the best smile I could muster. “Ready?” she asked. “More than ever.”

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I sat down on the couch putting something mindless on the tv, my heart still thudding from the call but when I turned and saw Y/N, everything else quieted. She stood barefoot in the middle of my living room, wearing one of my oversized shirts, sleeves swallowing her hands. Her damp hair was tucked behind her ears, and her skin glowed under the soft apartment light like it had been kissed by moonlight. I stood up and crossed the room slowly, like if I moved too fast she might vanish. “You’re really trying to kill me, huh?” I murmured, eyes roaming her figure with reverence. “You have no idea how good you look right now.” Y/N smiled, shy but knowing. “I think I have a feeling.” I reached for her hands sliding around her waist, thumbs brushing the hem of her shirt resting on her thighs. “I’m serious,” I whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss someone this much.” “So why aren’t you?” I didn’t need to be told twice.

The kiss started slow, gentle, searching. But quickly, I pulled her closer, one sliding up her back, the other fisting lightly in the fabric at her waist. Her fingers found my jaw, then tangled in my hair. When I pulled away to catch my breath, my lips grazed her ear. “You’re so soft, baby. So perfect.” Y/N whimpered quietly at the praise. I kissed her again, deeper now, and stumbled backward until her calves hit the edge of the couch. She sank down and tugged me with her, my knees hitting the cushions on either side of her as our mouths met again. “You always this flirty when you’re tired?” she teased, breathless. “Only with you.” My lips traveled to her neck, my voice raspy against her skin. “I’m trying to take my time. You deserve to be worshipped.” Her thighs squeezed around my hips in response. The moment grew thick with heat and sweetness- nothing rushed, just the slow burn of something inevitable. Fingers exploring, lips mapping memory. 

They had all night. And I was going to make every second count.

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The soft glow of twilight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm amber hue over the cozy bedroom. 

I sat in front of her on the bed, my hair tousled from a day of playful banter and flirtatious glances. 

Across from me, Y/N leaned against the headboard, in one of my shirts that clung to her, hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. The air between us crackled with anticipation because tonight was the night we would finally explore the depths of their desire for each other.

My deep brown eyes locked onto hers, lips curling into a mischievous smile. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” My voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made Y/N’s heart flutter. 

She blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, and bit her lip, her playful nature shining through. “Only if you think so,” she teased, her voice light and teasing.

I chuckled, rising from the bed to close the distance between us. “I don’t just think it,” I murmured, fingers brushing the sleeves of the shirt. “I know it.”

With gentle hands, I took off her (well technically mine) shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N’s skin was smooth like porcelain, her full breasts rising and falling with her quickening breath. My gaze lingered on her, admiration evident. 

“Perfect,” my thumbs tracing the curve of her hips. Y/N shivered under the touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into me. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

Our lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, a dance of tongues and soft moans that deepened the connection between us. My hands roamed her body, worshipping every inch of her slender frame causing her to moan quietly. 

“You’re so responsive,” I murmured against her neck, breathing hot and heavy. “Such a good girl for me.” 

Y/N gasped at my words, her body arching into my touch. “Jungkook,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. “You’re making me-”

“Making you what?” I teased, lips trailing down her collarbone, my hands cupping her breasts. “Tell me, baby.” Y/N’s head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the sensations. 

“Making me want you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. I smirked, my thumbs brushing her nipples, watching them harden under my touch. 

“Good,” I growled. “Because I’ve been wanting you for far too long.”

I knelt before her, my hands sliding down her thighs, pushing her legs apart gently. Y/N’s breath hitched as she realized my intent, her hands gripping the sheets. 

“Jungkook, what-” Her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as my lips pressed against her clothed cunt, my tongue teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re- you’re so good - oh my god.”

I hummed against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. “You taste amazing,” I praised, my hands gripping her thighs as I pulled her panties down slowly. 

“So wet for me already. Such a good girl.” Y/N’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as my tongue delved deeper, fingers joining in to pleasure her. 

“Jungkook,” she cried, her voice breaking. “I- I can’t- ”

“Shh,” I soothed, pulling away just enough to look up at her. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” My words must have been the push she needed, as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. “Fuck, Jungkook,” she panted, her hands tangling in my hair. “That was- ”

“Perfect,” I finished, rising to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself. “Your turn,” she whispered, her hands guiding me back onto the bed. I layed down, relaxed but, honestly, really eager. 

Y/N straddled me, her hands tracing the contours of my chest, her lips brushing against mine. “You’re so handsome,” she murmured, her fingers drifting lower, unbuttoning my pants.

“You’re going to make me blush,” I teased, watching her move down the bed as she slid my pants down, revealing my cock. I watched Y/N’s eyes widened, her breath catching. “Wow,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around me, staring at me. “You’re- you’re so big.”

I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I praised, my hands guiding her mouth down. I saw Y/N hesitated for a moment, before leaning down, her lips brushing the tip of my cock. 

My breath hitched, hands immediately tangling in her hair as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around me. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re amazing. So fucking good.”

Her moans vibrated against me, the sound sending me over the edge. “Baby, if you keep that up- ” my words were cut off by a sharp gasp as she deepened her rhythm, her hands gripping my thighs. “Such a good girl,” I praised, voice thick with desire. “Taking me so well.”

After a few more moments, Y/N pulled away, her lips swollen and glistening. “Let’s both feel good,” she whispered, positioning herself above me, her hands guiding me to her entrance. 

My eyes locked onto hers, hands gripping her hips hard as she lowered herself onto me, taking me inch by inch. “Fuck,”  I groaned, my head falling back as I filled her completely. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

Y/N moaned, her hands bracing against my chest as she began to move, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “You feel so good inside me,” she panted, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensation. “Jungkook, I- ”

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I praised, my hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her movements. “Such a good girl for me. So beautiful” My words must’ve fueled her desire, her movements growing more urgent, her moans filling the room. “Jungkook,” she cried, her body trembling on the edge. “I’m- ”

“Let go, baby,” I urged, my voice hoarse with need. “Come for me.” My words were her undoing, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching around me. 

I groaned, as I started thrusting upward to follow her, spilling into her. “Fuck, baby,” I panted, my hands pulling her down into a kiss, feeling our hearts pounding in unison.

As my breathing slowed, I pulled her into my arms, pressing my lips against her forehead. “You’re incredible,” I murmured in awe. Y/N smiled, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my skin. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her voice soft and content.

I chuckled, my arms tightening around her. “First time’s always special,” I warmly said. Y/N looked up at me, her eyes shining with love and desire. “I can’t wait to see what’s next,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine.

As the last rays of twilight faded, we lay entwined, our hearts beating as one, the promise of more nights like this lingering in the air. Our first time had been everything I’d hoped for: passionate, intimate, and filled with praise and adoration. And as we drifted off to sleep, my arms tightened protectively around her.

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The morning sun streamed through the gauzy curtains, painting the floor in soft gold as Jungkook stood in the kitchen, apron on, hair messy but determined. In this dream, everything felt warm, not just the lighting, but the intention behind each movement he made. 

He’d been up since dawn, cleaning every corner of their shared home with a kind of desperate affection: vacuuming, scrubbing, folding, polishing like each task was a word in the apology he couldn't say out loud.

The house sparkled by the time he placed a vase of orchids (her favorite) on the kitchen table. The breakfast he’d made was simple but heartfelt: toast, eggs, fresh-cut fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee brewed just how she liked it. He stood back and waited, the anxiety bubbling in his chest as he heard the bedroom door creak open.

Y/N stepped into the clean space, blinking in surprise. The scent of lemon cleaner mingled with buttery toast, and her eyes found the flowers first, then him. “What... is all this?” she asked, soft and guarded.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said instantly. “I’ve been a shitty partner, and I know it. You didn’t overreact. I’ve been checked out, selfish, and caught up in work and not paying attention to you, or to us.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. He stepped forward.

“I need you to know it won’t be like that anymore. I want to show up. I want to be better. I even told Jimin I’m going to pull back on going out after work so much. It’s not fair to you.” His eyes searched hers. “You were right to be upset.”

A tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away, embarrassed. “I might’ve... overreacted a little too.”

“No,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “You didn’t. You were honest. You deserve someone who listens and carries the weight with you. Not someone who makes you feel alone in your own home.”

She let out a trembling laugh. “You really cleaned the entire apartment?”

He nodded. “Even behind the fridge.”

That earned him a real laugh, and then her arms were around him. He held her tight, feeling the tension ease from both their bodies.

They kissed, slow, forgiving, grateful, and the dream softened into warmth, not from the sun this time, but from the deep, mutual promise unspoken between them.

This time, he’d do better. And she knew he would.

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I stared at the ceiling, the faint sunlight leaking through the blinds of his apartment doing little to ease the heavy pressure in my chest. Y/N left about thirty minutes ago to go home and shower. My fingers twitched where they lay on the sheets, the eerie fragments of the dream still latching onto me like shadows. The memories weren’t fading this time, they stuck to my skin, my bones, like truth. Raw. Real. My gut had told me for a while that the dreams were more than dreams. And Madame Lillian’s warning had only cemented it. Something terrible. Something old. Something me and Y/N hadn’t yet faced. I threw on a hoodie, grabbed my keys, and left the apartment with barely a sound. My fingers trembled as they gripped the steering wheel, the weight of inevitability coiling in my chest. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but I just couldn’t shake the pull toward the one place people went for answers no one had asked in decades: the library. The drive there was nearly silent save for the soft hum of tires against pavement. My heart beat loudly against my ribs. I tapped my fingers restlessly along the wheel at every red light, thoughts racing faster than my car. What if this was all real? What if there was a reason for their connection? Something tragic? Something unresolved? The library was a looming, solemn building of stone and glass that reminded me of an old cathedral. I paused before going in, chest heaving with nerves. For a second, I considered leaving. But Madame Lillian’s voice echoed in my mind: “Look into the year before you were born. Look at the date of the day before you met.” I had to know. Inside, the air was sterile, quiet, reverent. A young woman sat behind the information desk, glasses perched on her nose. She looked up and smiled politely when I approached. “Hi,” I said, voice low. “I’m… I’m looking to research newspaper archives. Um. From 1996.” The woman tilted her head. “Is there something specific you’re looking for?” “Murder cases,” I bluntly said, surprising even myself. “From the Seoul area.” Her eyes flickered with mild concern but nodded. “You’ll want the microfilm archive room. Down the hall, second door on your left. I’ll bring you what I can.” The archive room was dimly lit, the hum of the old machines filling the silence. I sat at one of the viewing desks, heart hammering in my ears. Within ten minutes, the librarian entered pushing a cart with multiple cases of reels. “These should cover all of 1996.” “Thank you,” I murmured, already rolling up my sleeves. What followed was two grueling hours of slow, exhausting scrolling. My eyes burned from the faded black-and-white text, my heart dipping every time I paused on a headline that wasn’t what I was looking for.

Until… There it was. The article was dated November 18, 1996. My blood ran cold. That was the exact date me and Y/N had first officially met. Engaged Couple Found Brutally Murdered In Their Apartment. Suspected Double Homicide. My hands shook as I continued to read. The article detailed that the couple had been engaged and set to marry in two months. Their names were eerily similar to our own, and the photos, though grainy, felt… familiar. The woman had been killed first, the article noted. Blunt force trauma and several stab wounds. There was evidence that the man was killed several hours later in a different room. Multiple stab wounds, signs of torture. As if he was being punished. The killer was never found. 

I sat back in the brittle wooden chair, elbows on my thighs, head in my hands. The library reel flickered quietly in the darkened microfilm room, but all I could hear was the thudding echo of my own pulse. Was this what Madame Lillian was warning me about? Was this really them? Were Y/N and I walking into the same fate, completely unaware? And why her first? 

A deep, aching sickness settled in my chest. My breathing turned shallow as my thoughts spiraled out in a hundred directions, each one darker than the last. Would I be forced to watch her suffer again? Was the universe sick enough to put us through the same tragedy twice? "I can’t lose her," I whispered to myself. "Not again." The terrifying thing was how real it all felt. Not like fiction or fear, but memory. A memory stored somewhere too deep to retrieve clearly, but heavy enough to shape my entire life. I’d spent so long wondering why no love ever lasted. Why I’d never felt truly safe with anyone else. And now the answer lay in front of me in dusty black ink: they were stolen from each other before they ever had the chance to live fully. Now, they were back, but time was ticking. My hands trembled as I stared at the date printed on the article again-  the same day we met. That couldn't be a coincidence. It felt orchestrated, planned. Like the universe trying to balance an old, unfinished equation. But what if it wasn’t just fate nudging them toward peace? What if something darker was chasing them to the same evil, reincarnated in a new form? “No one would believe this,” I muttered, bitterly. “I barely believe it.” I thought of Y/N’s smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, how natural it had felt being wrapped around her the night before. The way she always looked at me like I was worth saving. And suddenly the fear turned into guilt. How could I protect her if I didn’t even understand what they were up against? A strangled breath escaped me. “What am I supposed to do?” I pulled out my phone and dialed Madame Lillian, desperate for anything- advice, comfort, clarity. But it rang once before cutting off completely. My jaw clenched. No answer. I called again. Nothing. I stared at the phone, jaw clenched, eyes wet. “God fucking damn it!!” She was avoiding him. Why now? I climbed into my car and sat for a while, numb. Then I drove home on autopilot, pulling into my space and slamming the door harder than necessary. Inside, the apartment was too quiet. I poured myself a shot of soju. Then another. Then a third. By the time I collapsed on the couch, the bottle was nearly empty. A cigarette dangled from my fingers, forgotten. I was going to lose her. Again. I buried my face in my hands, unable to stop the tears. And all I could think was: How the hell do I tell her?

I would have to look her in the eyes. And lie. Or worse… tell her the truth.

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I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone in my hand. My thumb hovered over Y/N’s contact. I’d retyped the message three times already, each more vague or awkward than the last. Finally, after a deep inhale, I sent the text: 

Jungkook: Hey… can you come over? I really need to talk to you. It’s important.

The moment it sent, a cold sweat crept down my back. What if she didn’t come? What if she came and never forgave him? I hadn’t slept well the night before, the images of the article, of bloodstained carpet and headlines I never thought would connect to him, haunted him. Now all of it sat between them, and it was time. About twenty minutes later, I heard the gentle buzz of the doorbell. I jumped up, heart thudding wildly as I opened the door. Y/N stood there, bundled in a hoodie and jeans, looking slightly concerned. I stood next to the door, watching her with apprehension as Y/N stepped into the apartment, her arms crossed, brows furrowed. The energy was off, something heavy, solemn. "Hey," I said, voice slightly hoarse. "Hey," she replied, eyeing me. “What’s going on?” “Can you sit down for a sec? I really need to talk to you.” Y/N sat down cautiously on the edge of his couch, and I sat opposite her. The silence was unbearable. My fingers fidgeted, and I avoided her eyes. “There’s something I haven’t told you. I should’ve said it sooner. I just… I didn’t want to scare you or mess things up.” She blinked, confused and worried. “What do you mean?” I looked up, finally meeting her gaze. “That night at the arcade… When you went to the bathroom, Madame Lillian called me.” Her jaw tensed immediately. “She what?” “She called me. She said she saw something. Something bad. Something she couldn’t explain. She warned me not to tell you. But then she told me to look into something… Something about the year before we were born.” “Wait- wait. Hold up,” Y/N said, raising her hand. 

“You mean to tell me that the psychic called you with a warning, something about our past lives or whatever, and you didn’t think to tell me for WEEKS?” “I know-” “NO. Jungkook, no! Are you fucking kidding me?”

Y/N crossed her arms tightly. “So what did you find, then?”

I hesitated, then reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded printout from the article. I handed it to her, watching her expression change as her eyes scanned the words.

Her voice cracked. “They were murdered?” I nodded grimly. “Same day we met. And… the woman was killed first. Hours before the man.” She dropped the paper, backing away like it burned. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god, Jungkook.” “I know it’s terrifying,” I gently said. “But I need you to know, I’m not giving up. I want us to figure this out, to fix what went wrong in the past, together.” Y/N blinked rapidly, her eyes glistening. “You kept this from me. All of it. You let me walk around thinking everything was okay.” She stood up, eyes wide and hands trembling. “What the actual fuck, Jungkook?! That’s not something you just withhold from someone! Especially when it might mean something dangerous.” I stood up too, panicked. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared!” “Oh, YOU were scared?” she shouted, her voice cracking. “You’re not the one left out of something terrifying! You’re not the one being treated like she can’t handle the truth. Do you have any idea what that feels like?!” Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks. Her voice shook with a blend of anger and hurt. “I trusted you.” “I didn’t want to lose you,” I whispered, brokenly. “I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe if I didn’t say anything-” Y/N let out a humorless laugh through her tears. “If you didn’t say anything it would just disappear? That’s not how any of this works, Jungkook. You don’t get to keep me safe by lying.” “I’m sorry,” I said again, stepping toward her, but she backed away. “No. Don’t. I can’t even look at you right now. I don’t even know what to feel. I’m scared, and confused, and you- You were supposed to be my safe place.” The room fell into a painful silence. Y/N wiped at her tears, grabbing her bag with shaking hands. She didn’t say another word. She just walked out. I stood there, staring at the door she left open behind her, feeling like the world was crumbling beneath my feet.

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I sat slouched on the floor of my bedroom, the faint orange glow from the streetlight outside seeping through the blinds, casting shadows across the half-empty bottle of soju beside me. My shirt clung to my skin, sticky with sweat, and the ashtray in front of me was filled with the stubs of a dozen hastily smoked cigarettes. I clicked at my phone screen again. No new messages.

“Fuck,” I muttered, voice hoarse and bitter.

11:38 PM.

The clock taunted me. Every minute that passed without a reply from Y/N clawed deeper into my chest.

I had called her eight times in the past hour. Texted her double that. All left on read.

Jungkook: I’m sorry. Please just talk to me.

Jungkook: Y/N, please. I didn’t want to scare you.

Jungkook: I didn’t lie. I was just… terrified.

Jungkook: Please come back. Please.

Jungkook: Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.

I threw the phone onto the couch and let out a loud, guttural yell.

“FUCK!”

It echoed briefly off the walls of the apartment. My throat burned, from both the scream and the cheap soju. The tears were back. Of course they were. I didn’t even try to stop them now.

Taehyung stumbled through the front door just past midnight. “Jungkook?” he called out, toeing off his shoes. “Bro, what the hell? You look like shit.”

I laughed, empty and slurred. “Because I am shit.”

Taehyung wrinkled his nose at the smell of smoke and booze. “Jesus. You reek.”

“I fucked it all up, hyung,” I said, barely coherent. “I told her everything. The dreams. The murder. Madame Lillian’s call. She flipped out. Left. Just… gone.”

Taehyung eased onto the floor next to him. “You told her you think you both were murdered in a past life and are now cursed?”

“I panicked,” I whispered. “She was scared. I saw it in her eyes. I was so stupid.”

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair. “Man, you need to sleep. Let her cool down.”

Taehyung sat beside me, unsure of what to say, just letting me cry it out.

I clutched a throw pillow to my chest like it could ground me, my mind spiraling with visions, not of her dying, but of losing her. Of never getting to say sorry properly. Of her vanishing from my life like smoke.

"What if she dies, Tae?" I choked out, voice raspy. "What if all this stuff... what if it's real? What if something happens to her and I could’ve stopped it? I’m so fucking scared."

Taehyung exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. "You can't let fear eat you alive, man. She's not gone. She's pissed. She left. That means she's still here. You’ve still got a chance to make things right."

I buried my face in my hands, the weight of these mistakes suffocating. "I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve her. Maybe this just proves it."

Taehyung stood, grabbed a blanket from the hall closet, and draped it over me. "Sleep it off. Then figure out how to fix it. You’re not worthless. You’re just... a mess right now."

I sniffled, letting the alcohol lull me into a restless sleep as tears stained my cheeks. In the quiet apartment, the weight of my fear and regret pressed down heavily. I didn’t know how to win her back, or stop whatever fate was barreling toward them but I knew I had to try.

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y/n’s pov:

I stumbled down the steps outside Jungkook’s apartment, vision blurry not from the winter wind stinging my eyes, but from the storm of tears refusing to stop. My lungs burned as I finally reached my car, wrenching the door open and slamming it shut behind me as if it could protect me from the pain that threatened to swallow me whole. Hands trembling, I threw my phone into the passenger seat, unable to bear the weight of it just yet.

The engine turned over, and soft music filled the cabin. I turned it off immediately, needing silence. Needing space. Needing… Riley.

I swiped my sleeve across my face and reached for the phone, scrolling through contacts with shaky fingers until Riley’s name appeared. I didn’t hesitate. As soon as it began to ring, my body folded over the steering wheel, sobs already escaping grom my chest.

“Y/N?” Riley’s voice sounded groggy, confused. “It’s late, are you okay?”

I opened my mouth, but only sobs came out.

“Y/N? Babe? You’re scaring me. What happened?” Riley’s tone sharpened with concern.

“H-He… Jungkook—he didn’t tell me,” I managed between hiccuping gasps. “He knew, Riles. He fucking knew.”

“Knew what?” There was shuffling on Riley’s end, like she was sitting up, fully awake now. “Talk to me.”

My voice kept cracking. “After our date- the one where we went to the diner and arcade- Madame Lillian called him. She warned him. Said she saw something horrible. And he didn’t tell me, Riley. He didn’t say a fucking thing!!”

“Oh my god,” Riley whispered. “Wait, what did she say exactly?”

“She said- she told him- something bad is coming. That we have to look into the library archives from the year before we were born. That the universe gave us a second chance. He found a news article, Riley. A couple. They were murdered on the day before Jungkook and I met this year. And…”

I choked on my words. “He thinks it was us.”

The line was silent for a moment. “Wait. What?”

“He thinks that was us,” I repeated, trying to breathe. “That we lived a life before. That we died. And now we’re here, again. And he knew this for weeks and didn’t say anything.”

Riley sounded stunned. “Holy shit…”

“I’m so fucking mad at him,” I cried, pounding the steering wheel with my fist. “I trusted him, Riles. I let him in. I thought this was something magical, something fated. But he kept it from me. Why would he do that?”

“Maybe he was scared,” Riley offered softly. “You guys are basically in a real-life reincarnation drama. That’s heavy.”

“But it doesn’t excuse it!” I snapped, sobbing harder now. “He looked me in the eyes, knowing what he found. He touched me, kissed me, fucked me, like nothing was wrong. Meanwhile, he’s terrified we’ll die.”

“Babe, I’m so sorry.” Riley’s voice cracked. “I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”

“I feel like a fool,” I whispered. “Like… I should’ve seen it coming. He’s been distracted. Drinking more. That night we- after the arcade- I felt something was off. I thought it was nerves or lust or something… But he was just hiding this. From me.”

“He’s still the guy who dreams of you every night,” Riley said carefully. “The guy who’s been waiting to find you his whole life.”

I laughed bitterly. “And still didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”

Silence.

“I left, Riley. I left him there. Drunk. Panicking. And I just walked out.”

“Do you regret it?”

I hesitated, breath catching in my throat. “No. Not yet. I don’t know. I just- right now I need to feel like I matter enough to be told the truth. Even if it’s scary.”

“I get that.”

“Do you think he hates me now?” I asked, voice small.

“God, no. He probably thinks you hate him.”

“Maybe I do,” I murmured. “Just a little.”

My heart twisted at the thought.

We sat in silence for a long while, the quiet static of the phone line our only companion. Finally, Riley broke it.

“Listen, Y/N. No matter what this is- fate, past lives, ghosts of love lost- you still have a say in what happens next. You’re not doomed to some cosmic repeat. You can make choices. Right now, you chose to protect your heart. That’s valid.”

I nod, though Riley couldn’t see it. “Thanks, Riles.”

“Okay. Call me if you need me. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I ended the call and leaned back against the seat, limp from the emotional storm. I stare through the windshield at the blurred glow of the streetlight outside Jungkook’s apartment, chest aching.

I wasn’t ready to forgive him. Not yet. But despite everything, a small part of me, traitorous and stubborn, still wanted to believe.

Still hoped that love could be enough.

Even if it had to fight fate to survive.

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The soft crackle of a vinyl record spun lazily in the corner of the small living room, the familiar opening notes of a slow jazz classic echoing gently throughout. A warm amber hue lit the space, coming from an old floor lamp with a fringed shade. The smell of fresh coffee and faint hints of fabric softener from the laundry that hung folded nearby made the air cozy, lived in.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the shaggy carpet, wearing a thick knitted sweater and faded Levi’s. Across from her, Jungkook sat on the other end of their makeshift puzzle station, an old coffee table layered with hundreds of tiny cardboard pieces scattered like confetti.

He pushed his round glasses further up the bridge of his nose and furrowed his brow. “This piece definitely goes here,” he said confidently, fitting it gently into a section of the night sky on the puzzle.

“You’ve said that for like ten other pieces,” Y/N teased, grinning as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear. She leaned forward, her finger hovering over a piece. “Try that one for the corner—there’s a little blue in it.”

Their fingers touched as he reached for the same piece, sparking a familiar electric buzz that had become part of her. He looked up, grinning, his features soft and youthful, his mullet brushing the collar of his oversized flannel. God, he was breathtaking.

“You're really good at this,” he said, eyes fixed on her.

She tilted her head. “You mean puzzles?”

He shook his head, smiling. “No. Making everything feel perfect.”

Her heart skipped. A soft blush crept up her cheeks as she looked down.

They worked in peaceful tandem for a while, placing pieces and nudging each other when the other made a mistake. Occasionally, they’d laugh at how many coffee cups surrounded them, half-sipped and lukewarm.

Then she noticed him push his glasses up again, the movement quick and unconscious. For some reason, that tiny gesture turned something over inside her.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked, scooting closer on her knees.

He looked at her, eyes warm. “Of course.”

“You look really sexy in glasses.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, then he laughed. “Really?”

She leaned in and pushed the glasses back up his nose with one finger. “Really really.”

Y/N was close enough now to smell the cologne on his sweater, musky and sweet. Their puzzle was forgotten as she moved to straddle his lap, cupping his jaw and pressing a kiss to his lips. He didn’t hesitate, hands finding her waist as their mouths moved together.

The kiss deepened, languid and intoxicating, as if time was stretching around them. His tongue traced her bottom lip gently, asking for entrance, and she granted it with a soft moan. They kissed like people who had kissed a thousand times before, but each time was new. Each time was needed.

Her hands tangled in his hair as his thumbs rubbed slow circles against her back through the knit of her sweater. She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against his mouth, “I love you.”His eyes searched hers. “I love you too.”

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[knight-of-flowerss]

I am tooo addicted to Trucker Cregan being a dad, imagining you being really sick with the twins or later on it being a difficult pregnancy and him stepping up more and having to wrangle his crotch goblins as you put them lmaooo and he complains but lowkey bonds with them a ton and misses them more when he has to go back to work (especially gilly but dont tell her brothers)

OMG YESS AWEEE (and I'm loving how people are catching on to calling his kids crotch goblins 😭)

IM SO SORRY THESE ARE TAKING FOREVER TO WRITE IVE BEEN SO NOT MOTIVATED AND I HAVE TO GO INTO HOSPITAL AND STUPID COLLEGE AND LIFE SHIT 😞😞😞 I promise I love y'all these are just so bad they seem like I don't, I'm sorry 😖☹️

Dad!Trucker!Cregan Stark x Pregnant!Reader + Their crotch goblins

MASTERLIST

Cregan was less than happy about the idea of taking care of his kids while you were going through the last painful leg of your pregnancy.

He was miserable to say the least.

So the luck of him getting any action was already nearly out the window, but if he asked nicely you'd probably blow him. But now that he's got these four cock blocks hanging on his every move, yeah, that luck is six feet under.

Gilly loved him but maybe too much, she always wanted to be with daddy and do whatever daddy's doing. He loved her to bits but it was getting old real fast whenever he just wanted to drink a beer in peace.

Rickon was probably the easiest. The shy boy was always either sat next to Cregan on the couch watching whatever 'football' (I'm putting it in quotations 'cause fuck y'all Americans how dare yous call that football. ☹️🫵) show was on, Rickon didn't even like 'football', it was just the only time he got to sit with his daddy without his siblings interfering, or he was sat on the bed next to you and showing you how much he's learned in school and showing off how much he can read and write.

Ned was the most annoying. The little shit wouldn't give him a moments peace. Once, Cregan was kissing Ned's head as he tucked him in and the fucker launched himself up and bit down on his Adam's apple. Yeah, that shit hurt. He can't even go 'yeah, he's a pain in the ass, but I love him'. To Cregan, it's 'He's a pain in the fucking ass and my girlfriend said I have to love him so'.

And Denny. The fucking prick that loves his momma more. He's two, so you can pretty much assume how much Cregan hated that, especially with all the screaming and crying every time Cregan tried to pick him up.

He really didn't want to deal with them. Like, really. But he saw the condition you were in. He knew you couldn't handle them by yourself in the last leg of your already painful pregnancy.

The first few days were.. eventful..

Drawings all over the walls, dirty dishes everywhere, dirty clothes strewn across the kids rooms and toys thrown around throughout the house. Cregan even had drawings in felt pen all over his bare back since he accidentally fell asleep before the kids.

This carried on for a few days until he got used to them, learnt who liked what.

Gilly loved pancakes with honey and lemon juice but no sugar. Rickon waffles slathered in chocolate spread covered in sugar and a various assortment of fruits on top. Ned was the one that decided he wanted to be fancy and his favourite were blueberry pancakes with jelly on top. Denny just ate anything infront of him to be honest.

Gilly loved pink skirts but hated pink dresses. She'd rather have a green dress, weirdly. But no green top. And she adores her yellow, sparkly wellies, she'll wear them wherever she goes with whatever outfit she wears, no matter if it clashes or not.

Rickon, like everyone expects I suppose, loves those sophisticated shorts. You know, the ones that the rich kids wear on Easter with the button up striped blue and white shirt with a navy bow tie and suspenders. Yeah, he'd rock that whole outfit everyday if he could, much to Cregan's dismay.

Ned just wears shorts and whatever shirt you pick for him, the same with Denny, even though he'd shimmy off those shorts halfway through the day.

He learnt that Gilly was scared of thunder, so was Ned, Rickon was scared of rabbits weirdly and Denny was fearless, I think he's yet to develop fear. Wait, no, I guess you could argue he's scared of Cregan but even Cregan himself can't tell if Denny's scared of him or just hates him lmao.

He slowly started to realise why and how people actually love their kids. I mean, how can he not look at them after spending a month and a half with them and think not?

And after the twins were born, it was a plateful. Seriously. Taking care of two demanding newborns and three demanding kids alongside a weird little shy one who just kinda stands in the corner, it was a lot.

And when Cregan had to return back to work after a month since the twins were born, he was sad on the inside. He was going to miss getting jumped on and getting the wind knocked out of him each morning by Ned. Getting stickers placed on him to 'make him more pretty' by Gilly. Getting given evil looks by just existing from Denny. Rickon's side eyes whenever he sits with him, making sure his daddy was still happy and okay that he was there with him. He even missed the two newborns, the two pains in his ass, the two who keep both you and him up at night.

He secretly missed all his kids but he openly missed you, well, openly in front of his kids, never anyone else. He's still a fucking bastard at the end of the day. Your bastard.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood @velaryyon

[piningforstan]

Head-STAN-ons

Just little things I imagine about Stan’s life and if you were together with him

SFW:

• At night you’ll roll over and he’ll be scrunched up in some ridiculous position. Stan adapted to sleeping in his car and the habit still carries over. You always make sure to ease him out of it.

• He insists on fixing everything around the house in order to spare the expenses. Most of the time he’s able to fix whatever is wrong but on the occasions when he can’t or is too busy, you have to sneak a plumber or builder in while he’s not looking, then act surprised that it fixed itself

• Stan loves 80’s rock, obviously. Secretly, he’s a great singer

• Always loses his glasses. Mabel makes him a bedazzled, glittery chain that he cherishes

• Stan will routinely pretend like he doesn’t know you when you’re out and tries to pick you up. Lame pick-up lines ensue.

• they all work

• You try valiantly to sneak vegetables into his food. He always knows, but sometimes he acts like he doesn’t because it means a lot to him that you care about his health

• He’s always upset after the twins leave so you convince him to coach a coed flag football team. Stan played football in high school for a while before getting kicked out for too many fights. The team becomes his whole personality and he subsequently becomes the grandfather of almost every child in town

NSFW:

• He 100% has a specific shirt he wears after he gets laid, a lá Ron Swanson

• Everyone knows about it

• Stan definitely talks you through it, praising you the entire time

• He’s afraid of never measuring up, so he takes sex pretty seriously — learning everything about you, what you like, what precise movements it takes to hear you make that sound

• Stan loves it when you call him daddy

• Definitely has a breeding kink

• You fucked on the water tower once, bent over the rail, Stan holding a fistful of your hair while you appreciated the view and he appreciated his view

• In that same vein, he always likes to try and one up the craziest place to have sex. But he’s also a sucker for good ol’ lazy morning sex or fucking on the couch, you straddling his lap

• Smoking while he fucks you??? (This has consumed my every thought and I might have to write a oneshot)

• The smallest, strangest aspects of domestic life turn him on — he can’t believe that you’re real, that his life is real and he’s not dreaming. You could just be washing the dishes and he would press up against you from behind, his appreciation nudging into the back of your thigh

• Stan LOVES PDA. Sneaking his hand in your back pocket, kissing you, slinging his arm around your shoulders at all times, holding your waist and keeping you close to him. Wolf whistles. Stan loves pulling you into his lap, hand on your thigh, whispering his dirty thoughts in your ear

[swagyalastorwife]

Adam dating alphabet{ headcanons}

Author's notes : hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I hope you like it and sorry for the spelling mistakes

⚠️warning ⚠️: jerk off, mention of sex very often, sex life

🔝maybe I'm overdoing it a little but I prefer to warn⚠️

♡A affection:

He is not afraid to show you how much he loves you in private, in public it's another story, he has to keep his cool guy image but even in public he won't hesitate to hold your hand and slap your butt

♡ B His favorite part of your body:

He loves your butt and your breasts my god, he will never take his hand off your butt and when you cuddle he automatically puts his head in your breasts

♡C curiosity:

He is a very curious man and he will always ask you what your things are for, makeup, sanitary napkins, etc.

♡ D dirty secrets:

He secretly dreams of doing it in public...or that you have total control over him, you will tie him up with handcuffs and ride him all night long..

♡ E experience:

He has had a lot of bad relationships because of lilith and Eve so the day he saw you for the first time he understood very quickly that you were the right one! don't disappoint him he loves you more than anything

♡ F favorite moment with you:

In the evening after a long day of work he loves to snuggle up to you and complain about others Angel

♡ G generous:

For you he will do anything and he will offer you everything you want, he just wants you to be happy with him

♡ H home:

He does not clean the house but will do the tasks that you tell him to do. If by some miracle he puts something away without you asking him he will want you to congratulate him

"hey baby I cleaned the dishes"

"ha that's cool thanks Adam"

"is that all you have to say to me?? just thank you??"

♡ I intimacy:

He loves these moments of intimacy with you but not only sexual no, just being snuggled up against you makes him so happy

♡ J jerk off:

Well he will only do it if you refuse to fuck him, he will do it by looking at photos of you

♡ K keep your secrets:

He is your biggest confidant and he will never betray you he loves you too much for that and he will keep your secrets and he will never use them against you

♡ L language of love:

Touch he loves touching you and his biggest fear is losing you, even at night he holds you close to him because he is afraid that you will leave and leave him alone

♡ M motivation to get up in the morning:

0/10 he does not like being woken up and go to work these are the excuses he uses because in truth he simply loves being stuck to you and loves the warmth that comes off your body, he does not want to be separated from you, good luck getting him up

♡ N name:

He calls you baby, honey, sweet heart, killer boobs, slut in the hottest moments and many other nicknames

♡ O Oral:

As much as possible, and will do anything to hear you scream his name too

♡ P physical touch:

As I have already said everywhere! and at any time

♡ Q quality time:

For him quality time is when it's just the two of you and there's no one else, snuggled up on the couch and watching TV

♡ R rock:

When he sees you naked or just wants you he'll get hard as a rock

♡ S sex life:

Every occasion birthday, party, in the shower, and especially in every room of the house

♡ T tickle:

He likes to hold you down on the bed and tickle you just to hear your sweet laugh

♡ U ugly:

He'll never admit it but he's very self-conscious about his physical appearance and always thinks he's too ugly to be with you

♡ V voice:

He loves hearing your voice, he could spend years listening to you talk

♡ W weird habit:

When you're away too long and he misses you he'll take a sweater of yours or your perfume to smell your scent {it's so cute}

♡ Xmas:

He didn't really Christmas before he met you but he quickly realized how great a party it was

♡ Y you:

You are everything to him, he literally lives for you without you his life would be like a punishment for him ,you are his fucking reason to live so please don't break his heart

♡ Zzzz:

He loves to sleep and especially with you, he will snore and will surely take up all the space in the bed

Iiii hope you like it (^-^)/❤️

[seattlesellie]

i want bbf!ellie to hold me by the hips from behind with her strap poking against my ass under her sweatpants n whisper in my ear in her low n raspy tone asking me to see how im making her feel just from walking around the house in my pretty little slutty skirt :(

sneaking up from behind as you’re washing the dishes… at first, she merely hovers over you and pretends she needs to get something from the cupboard. as soon as her hand meets the glass she makes sure to bump her crotch into the fat of your ass so you know— that she’s been thinking about this all day. tightening the harness on her hips because she knows she’s gonna have to physically fight the urge to bend you over at one point of the day and fuck the shit out of you— truly, life’s too short to fight those urges, she thinks, so she gives in and just… wears it on all day, trying to hide the bulge from everybody except from you, obviously, as soon as she bumps it into your ass— you squeal, and the fork falls out of your hand. she coos a raspy “shit… sorry… made you drop something?”

when you start stuttering and huffing she mutters a small; “dont go shy on me now… i know you’re doing it on purpose, teasin’ me all fucking day n shit”, as she gropes your tits, (mind you— your brothers literally in the living room) twists your nipple so you cry out a small, squeaky “ah!”, and she earns herself a whimper thats a tad too loud, so she covers your mouth and starts grinding it into your ass, and i bet the base of it is so fucking wet when it bumps on her clit <3… keeps on whispering how much of a tease you are and how hard you’re making this shit for her… maybe she also takes it out of her sweats while turning her head left and right to check no one’s looking— hikes your skirt up and groans when she finally sees that thong poking through, gives your cheeks little slaps with the tip <3 makes sure the strap then caresses over your clit through the fabric just for a second, rubbing it on your slit just so she can hear that sweet little moan of her name, and then tucks it right back inside and backs off like she didn’t do shit. as soon as your brother walks in—

“that plate’s a little dirty, man, maybe y’should wash it again”

[hellishjoel]

slow shift

7k / pairing: linecook!frankie x waitress f!reader

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series summary: Tommy’s Diner is where dreams go to die and burnouts clock-in for work. Waitressing would be boring without the flirtatious distractions of line cook Frankie Morales.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), swearing, talking about w33d, alcohol consumption (not by reader or frankie, but discussions of alcohol), oral (f! receiving), discussions of periods and Plan B, frankie having a fat d!ick, slightly public sex, unprotected p in v (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), you know how I roll

A/N: welcome to the first part in my linecook!frankie series! It's all just going to be chaos!! enjoy dirty dishes, cussing, and decent food made by the hot linecooks. I’ll have a title as soon as I stop putting it off <3 enjoy! let me know what you think! also how LIT is the banner

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“Don’t-- mm -- don’t have a lot of time, Francisco.” You teased for dominance, using his full name made him muster up a dirty chuckle.  You were ready to turn around and have him fuck you into the wall, but his hand snagged your wrist, and he stopped you. Confusion screwed into your face. Then his mouth muttered the most filthy thing you had heard yet from him. “Wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He muttered, your body slumping into his. Fuck it, you were Frankie Morales’ tonight. 

Welcome to hell. 

A makeshift building somehow still holding up four walls that housed a small restaurant inside. 

This wasn’t some secret treasure that belonged on an episode of Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives or a hidden hole-in-the-wall five-star Michelin Restaurant. This was Tommy’s Diner. 

The locals had different names for the run-down dump you called your place of employment: the Hometown Heartburn Hut (true), American Pie ( ha-ha funny), the Rusty Spoon (some guy OD’s behind the place one time, and no one ever forgets), or Tumbleweed, your pothead coworkers liked to call it. It was a tumbleweed because the restaurant was barren, emphasis on the weed to accommodate the faded line cooks that lurked in the back of the restaurant. 

Don’t let today’s slow shift fool you; there were times when Tumbleweed was cram-packed. Friday night football games were busy with tailgaters, bustling with teens after a championship game. Other times, it was when a Greyhound bus or a similar cross-country vehicle drove through and took a stop for the passengers. 

The most popular time of year was in the summer. Tommy’s Diner hosted Saturday night Cruise Nights. The town would flood with classic cars and hot rods, and the diner would transform into a drive-in. Their engines revved through different cities from far and wide to be at Tommy’s. That’s when the place felt the most alive, bustling with people and their laughter, little kids running with their milkshakes and flipping quarters into the rigged claw machine. 

But it wasn’t a Saturday in August. It was a Monday. You were stuck with the misfit motley crew that did everything from dishwashing, cooking, bussing, running the register, being half-ass managers, and, of course, the token pretty waitress. You. 

You will admit that each character working at Tumbleweed had a unique story etched into their grubby hands or baggy-eyed faces. They’ve weathered years of late-night shifts and condiment, grease-stained aprons. 

Tonight there was Lou, the jaded by heartbreak teenage busboy. He walked with a shuffle, always sniffling about an ex-girlfriend. He worked slow and god damn, did that piss you off. 

Then there was Tina, the aspiring singer stuck in a small-town type. She was newer, still learning how things worked since she had never waited tables a day in her life. She had that fresh twinkle of stardom in her eye despite being in her late 30’s. You were training her and trying not to let her drive you up the wall whenever she started singing different songs on the jukebox. Note to self: Put a sticky note saying it’s busted every time you work together. 

Paul was the do-it-all guy. Toilet clogged? Get Paul. Dishes piling up? Ask Paul to do it. The cashier on a bathroom break? Paul can run the till. He was useful, just complained and grumbled a lot. 

Tommy of Tommy’s Diner hasn’t worked a day in years. He’s older, so it’s understandable. Last thing you heard was he was down in Florida, living out retirement in a cheap home with a gambling addiction. Sounded like he was doing well for himself.  But now his idiot son Rudy ran the place. Tommy’s picture was still on dusty display, toothy smile and all at the front door that people huddled in and out of—speaking of. 

Your head lifted to attention as the bell above the door chimed, sighing in annoyance as you leaned back onto the counter. It was just Frankie. 

“It’s fifteen after. You were supposed to be here on time today because we have to set up for Carla’s thing.”

Frankie breezed past you, aviators and stupid ballcap on, his smile lifted in a sneer. He was smacking on pink bubble gum as he neared your part of the counter and purposely shuffled past you with his hips against yours in an attempt to get into the kitchen. You couldn’t help but lean into him with a little smirk. 

“Tommy said it was fine I was late.” He joked once he ducked into the back, your arms crossed as you followed him aimlessly. 

You sigh and lean back against the locker next to his, watching him shuffle off his jacket.

“You disappoint me, Frankie.” Your face held a teasing pout. 

“Never meet your heroes, baby.” That stupid fucking cocky smirk painted his face. 

You opted to roll your eyes and look away as a defense tactic against Frankie’s flirty moves. Frankie calling you baby made your guts twist. 

He was an ass ninety-nine percent of the time, but you two were hired the same summer a few years back and were the only ones who stayed once summer had run its course. You supposed it was bonded trauma after that. 

New workers had come and gone, but you and Frankie were still at Tommy’s, still working crappy shifts on crappy hourly pay. Despite Frankie being a douchebag, he made the place bearable. He was comfortable. You knew each other. 

“Can you just meet me on the floor like you were supposed to fifteen minutes ago and help with the banner? Carla’s going to be here at five, and you still have to make her special-”

“Jesus fuckin’- yes, I’ll be out in a few.” Frankie playfully groaned, shoving the brim of his hat into his mouth to hold it, his hands busy as he tied a tattered red bandana around his forehead before he replaced the cap back on. Okay… hot. 

He took a deep breath once he finished, and leaned against the locker beside you, arms crossed, mimicking you as your shoulder brushed his bicep. You looked up at him, so many inches taller than you, as he looked down. Maybe too far down. He started at your eyes, but those eyes of his tended to wander right down to the cut of your shirt.

“Ugh- Frankie!” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, readjusting your top as he playfully threw his hands up on the defense. 

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous today, by the way!” He shouted as you exited the locker room, smiling and shaking your head with your back to him and throwing up your middle finger before the door swung closed with your exit. 

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You stood on the top of a dining table in your sneakers, attempting to hang a shitty banner you had painted for Carla’s birthday. You glanced down at the table and made a little face about the scuff you put in it. Oops. You can try and scrub it later. 

There was no other person you or Frankie would do this stuff for. But it was Carla’s birthday and she was a diamond in the rough at this dump. 

Carla's position at Tumbleweed is a mixture of human resources, accounting, decent management, and a mother figure to not just you but the entire staff. Besides Carla, we could all care less about everyone else's birthday. You were burning this ‘Happy Birthday!’ banner as soon as the clock struck midnight. 

You let out an exhausted huff as you attempted to tack the final hanging string into the wall, but it was just out of reach. That’s when you heard the smacking of his stupid pink bubble gum. You didn’t even have to look. 

“Are you gonna help me or not, Morales?” Your voice seethed in annoyance, not only to Frankie but also cursing your short legs and your just not long enough arms. 

He didn’t say anything. Just crossed the differential space between you and took the tack and string into his meaty fingers. 

You glanced down, watching his teeth capture his lower lip in concentration, checking to see if it was straight. Pushing the pin in, he backed up to where you stood on the dining table and crossed his arms in observance. 

It was incredibly crooked. But it was the thought that counts, right?

“Good enough for me. You?” You glanced down at Frankie, and he was biting back a smile. 

“What?” You pushed, narrowing your eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good.” Distracted by something else. “D’you paint this?” The warmth of his hand slowly crept onto the back of your calf, your chest tightening as he slowly skated it higher with no interference from you. 

You gently nod, avoiding his eye contact as you look at the sign. Now, his hand was on the back of your thigh, and you had to take a breath. A mhm was all you could muster up. 

His fingers delicately skimmed the skirt of your uniform, knuckles brushing against your backside. You used to hate these 50’s style waitress uniforms, but now they didn’t seem so damn bad because Frankie’s movements were making you lightheaded. Snap out of it!

“Need help down?” Frankie asked, hand at the ready on your hip. 

You shook your head despite using his assistance anyway. You squatted on the table, black lace panties peeking out as you used Frankie’s broad shoulders as leverage. You put one foot down onto the linoleum and then the other, wiping your hands cleanly down your uniform as you both returned to look at the lopsided sign. 

You hoped it was enough. You hoped she appreciated it, especially all that she’s done for you over the years. Covering your shifts, leveling out the register when you accidentally gave someone the wrong change, tucking extra tips into your apron when she knew your rent was coming up. Everyone needed a Carla, not everyone was lucky to have one. 

“She’s gonna love it,” Frankie seemed to sense your nerves as he lifted his cap to bring some air to his sweaty dark curls before putting it back into place. “I’ll start workin’ on her special. Mushroom Swiss patty melt?” He said before disappearing into the kitchen again, only leaving once you gave him your little nod of assurance. You liked that he remembered.

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“Happy birthday, Carla!” Uncoordinated voices cheered as Carla entered Tumbleweed right on time for her shift. 

Her face lit up, and she looked beautiful. She packed a little extra blush and eyeshadow to commemorate the special occasion. 

“Oh, shit- oh my- You guys! Thank you!” Carla made special eye contact with you, knowing you were the only one caring enough to orchestrate this shindig. 

Carla has this soulful charm about her. Raised in Louisiana, she loved to cook family recipes and bring the leftovers to work for you and Frankie to fight over. You remember she had three kids at home, so she had this curvy mom's body that put a proud sway in her walk. A playful and confident woman at heart, she was all the regular’s favorite to see. And she knew everyone. And she knew everything. She put Tommy’s back in business during the slower seasons. People would come to see her face on Sunday mornings over their coffee and runny eggs. 

“Oh, baby, thank you.” She cooed as she cupped your cheek and squeezed, making your face tick. “This the red velvet?” Her voice hummed as she observed the cake in your hands, pushing her finger lightly into the frosting to taste it. 

You had pulled one of the cakes from the display case and shitily piped it with chocolate sauce ‘HBD!’. 

“Of course, your favorite... Right?” You pursed your lips and snuck a nervous glance at Frankie before you set the cake down on the countertop. 

Carla looked beyond touched for something you’d consider a bit lackluster. “It’s my favorite ‘cause you made it. Thank you, baby.” 

You glanced around for the cake cutter, watching as Tina pushed a quarter into the jukebox and got the party started. Everyone was doing shitty dance moves, even the one or two customers that had filtered in for a cheap dinner. 

You sighed as you looked behind the counter for the cake cutter, grabbing the cake and its stand to haul it to the back. 

You thrust your shoulder blades into the swinging door, setting the cake stand on the counter as you started sifting through the different drawers to find the serving knife. 

Half a carton filled with cigarettes; Frankie’s. Matches from an old jazzy gentleman’s club; Rudy’s. Hair ties; yours. Where’s the fuckin’ cake cutter?!

The music from the jukebox was more faded in the kitchen. The serving window, professionally called the pass, was just big enough to see faces and hand plates through from the kitchen to the front. 

You made a face when you found the cake server inside a  large pot-- how, no, why? Jesus Christ. Fucking idiots. 

The swinging door to the kitchen wooshed in before slowly creaking closed, seeing Frankie coming to stand beside you in your peripheral. 

You carefully plunged the slicer into the soft sponge of the cake, carving a piece for Carla and setting it on a plate. You reached forward across the counter for another small plate, the short skirt of your uniform revealing the curve of your ass to an overly curious Frankie. You could feel his heat burning through his chest. 

“Could you be less obvious?” Your voice held teasing notes, putting another piece of cake on a plate and pushing them away to make space for more. 

He had tried this a handful of times with you, and he had yet to be successful besides that one time when you both drunkenly made out at the last December holiday party. You were pretty sure he had been hung up on you ever since. You enjoyed watching him try. 

Your eyes flitted over to his, observing his body and facial features. 

He looked gross, honestly. The two meals he cooked including Carla’s special before she came in for her shift made his face and neck sweaty and his hands greasy, his apron to match. It was white at one time, a long, long time ago. His stupid red bandana was still tied around his forehead, catching the spare sweat droplets, as the kitchen became unbearably hot in the middle of August.

You probably didn’t look much better. Hair all over the place with makeup you put on in the morning probably half smudged off by now. Your hands were checkered in pen ink, a spare papercut from snagging a receipt from the register. But still decent. He was still decent. 

His hand was back in dangerous territory, lingering low on your waist. He didn’t care if anyone saw him. You could feel warmth flooding your body, heat from the heart of his hand burning into your hip. He was admiring your body, slow and appreciative as he cupped the curve of your ass. And then he squeezed. 

Your shaky hands barely got the fourth slice you cut onto a small serving plate. The cake cutter clattered onto the metal counter as Frankie shifted his body behind yours, his watchful eyes on the pass. No one was watching, stupid and oblivious. You swallowed a lump down your throat, your small hands clenching the rim of the counter. His hips were flushed against yours. Worst of all was that you really fucking liked it. 

“This okay?” You’re flattered he asked after the fact. 

You leaned back into his touch, quietly humming on the brink of a little moan. You were a little desperate for touch, maybe you’d be on your period soon. “Mhmm..”. 

Frankie was a douchebag, but you two have been flirting back and forth with one another for years like an ongoing tennis match. He was older, he had years on you. Not an obscenely amount, but enough to make people raise an eyebrow. You were surprised he had the balls to actually make a move on you like he was right now. 

“Like you in black.” Frankie’s voice was cut down to a murmur, low and all-enveloping. You weren’t sure if he was referring to the black in your waitress uniform or your black panties. Probably the latter. 

His fingers brushed past your goosebump-covered ass and slipped between your legs to your clothed pussy. You softly gasped, eyes shifting closed as your hips involuntarily leaned into Frankie’s touch. You didn’t look subtle at all. You looked like you wanted to be touched, manhandled, kissed, fucked… 

“Open your eyes, baby girl.” He purred, your chest already heaving. “Act normal.” You forced your eyes open, looking back at him with wide, innocent eyes. Needy pupils connected with his blown-out ones. The back of your head brushed his shoulder, setting it there for just a moment before he looked straight ahead. 

Frankie nodded back to the pass, your eyes following his eye line to everyone distractedly dancing and sipping coffee mixed with bourbon on the floor. 

You bit down on your lower lip, knuckles cast over in a milky white with the iron grip you held on the metal rim of the counter. Frankie’s body heat had disappeared from your back, and now you felt it cast against the back of your legs. You glanced around, seeing him on his knees behind you with his mouth now latched to the back of your thighs. Oh, fuck. His kisses sponged up higher, towards your heat. 

Your eyelashes fluttered, Frankie’s act normal echoing through your hollow head. With distracted hands, you resumed cutting the cake. You probably looked slow and stupid, but feeling his patchy beard hair nestle between the sweet skin of your inner thighs had you in a haze. 

Frankie’s big hands reached under your skirt, lining the black panties that sat snugly on your hips with his forefingers. He slowly peeled them down, feeling the material roll as he stopped them to rest halfway down on your thighs. 

Your shoulders shuddered as your warm pussy met the slight chill of the outside world, panties adorning a little soaked spot. 

“Frankie,” Mm? “Someone’s gonna see.” But you weren’t stopping him. You weren’t telling him to fuck off. You weren’t kicking him right in the gut like you probably could. In fact, you were leaning into him. 

“Such a pretty pussy... Can’t stop, baby.” 

A helpless whimper left your lips, thighs shaking at his affectionate, warm kisses. 

Frankie’s hand swatted at the inside of your right ankle and then the other, hinting for you to spread yourself for him. You pursed your lips and shakily sighed, parting your legs as your sneakers lightly squeaked on the checkered floor. Fuck me, Frankie. 

You didn’t know how much longer you could be patient. The waiting was tantric, hypnotizing you into seduction. 

Spread for him and dripping, Frankie’s mouth finally attached to your slit. Your knee lightly jerked up and smacked a bus tub filled with dirty dishes, a few eyes on you through the pass as you nervously laughed. “S-Sorry!” 

Frankie couldn’t help but let out a warm puff of laughter against your cunt, and you swore your insides were twisting at the sensation. 

“Easy pretty girl… Don’t need us gettin’ caught. You want me to stop?” Frankie’s voice was husky, warm palms spreading your thighs, your body lightly bending over to lean on the counter. You tried to look busy with something, stupidly polishing a random fork. With the extra exposure, he had full access to your sex. 

“Does it look like I want you to stop?” You finally punched out through air-abducted lungs, anxiously chewing on the skin of your lip. “Frankie.” You said in a hushed warning tone, wanting more and not knowing how to ask nicely for it. But that’s what he liked about you. You weren’t nice. 

His lips finally attached properly to your pussy, his devilish tongue lining the center of your cunt and flicking off your clit. Your head dropped, ears ringing at the sensation. 

You wondered how good he would feel if he could take his time instead of giving you head quick while all your coworkers were distracted.  Maybe he could run his thumb over the front of your panties, trace the seam of your pussy, and feel how soaked you were for him and his attentive fingers. You thought Frankie had always been so down bad for you. He probably dreamed about getting this opportunity. He finally got you when you were just as horny for someone with a pulse. But this wasn’t all the time in the world; this was a slow shift at Tommy’s. 

You rut your hips back into Frankie’s face, hot pants fanning fog onto the cool metal of the counter. 

Frankie put his mouth where you needed him most, his tongue dedicating a poem to you. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide, wet strip up through your core, taking in all your juices. His tongue lapped at your weeping hole, thighs shaking against his head as you stifled a moan into the counter. 

He was good, manipulative, a fucking menace. 

Frankie’s tongue made precision flicks against your bundle of nerves, a gasp a bit too loud leaving the kitchen as you whimpered broken fragments of his name. 

You weakly looked up, seeing Tina pluck another quarter in the jukebox, cranking the volume to some seventies soul music. Fuck being quiet. 

Concealed by the groove of Stevie Wonder singing We Can Work It Out, your moans were hidden by the shake of a tambourine and plucks to an electric guitar. 

“Goddammit, Frankie, mmm, so fucking good,” a gasp and a moan followed suit, lazily smirking with your eyes closed. “So fucking… hot.” You murmured. 

Frankie’s mouth was a welcome wonder, dedicated to making you cum. He was swirling his tongue around your clit, weakly flattening your front over the counter again and pressing your cheek against the cool metal. Don’t be a douche right now, Francisco Morales. Make me fuckin’ cum. 

The kitchen door swiftly swung open, and your body flew up to stand straight as Carla waited in the doorway. 

“What’s taking you so long to cut my cake, baby? I know that bitch is stale as hell, but that don’t mean I don’t want it.” 

Your eyes were wide, lips parted in an attempt to speak, but Frankie’s movements didn’t cease despite Carla’s unexpected intrusion.  You bit back a whimper as he lined his tongue just barely into the tight entrance of your walls, his greedy fingers piercing into the flesh of your thighs to keep you spread. Thank god the counter covered your waist down. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll be out in a sec.” 

Carla looked you up and down, curious but ultimately not giving a damn. You could feel Frankie’s dirty smirk against your thighs. 

“Alright... Hurry up. I’m tryna get my dessert.” 

And with that, the door swished closed, and your back slumped at the relief. 

Frankie’s unexpected voice made you jump lightly, his words echoing against you. “Gotta make ya finish fast, princess. Want my dessert, too.” 

You whimpered but willed yourself to stand up straight and turn around to face him. He looked like a mess. Lust-filled black eyes and a cocky smirk to match. Your juices glistened on his lips and chin. Frankie would be incredibly hot if he knew how to keep his mouth shut. 

“Taste as good as you look, princess.” Frankie stood up, tall and broad body making a white hot spot form in your stomach. Fuck,  you couldn’t do this right now. Not right here. 

He could tell. He took a few cautious steps away, you watched him carefully like a rattlesnake. He knew when not to push you and when to let you make the decisions. He also knew how to give you orders when you were too pussy fucked to think straight. 

“Serve that cake and meet me out back.” He was looking over you, enjoying the few times you looked totally fucked like you did right now. He stepped back into your space and pulled your panties back into place, a sobby whimper leaving your lips as he gently cupped your aching mound with a smirk. “So fuckin’ needy, huh?” 

“Fuck off.” You mumbled, fixing the bottom half of your uniform. 

You watch as Frankie grabs the beer bottle you all used as a makeshift door prop and his half-carton of cigarettes you had brought out of a drawer in an attempt to find the cake cutter. He disappears out back into the alley. Shit, the cake. 

You hurriedly sliced the remainder of the cake, placing a few stray candles into the slices. You lit them once you greeted the group waiting on the floor, singing a shitty rendition of Happy Birthday.  Paul lights his cigarette from one of the candles, puffing smoke across the frosting. 

The crowd hastily grabbed one of the small plates and a fork. Most of you only tried a bite or two. The cake had been in the display case for far too long. 

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Anxious and impatient, you slip into the back with everyone’s dirty dishes and sneak back into the kitchen. You do nothing more with them than chuck them into the sink for Lou to wash up at some point or another. Your eyes stare at the beer bottle keeping the back kitchen door ajar. You take in a deep breath, leaving a shaky sigh before following Frankie out into the alley. 

The air was warm, a welcome breeze passing over you. The alley was everyone’s hideaway, littered with crushed beer and soda cans, two large garbage dumpsters, and a large one for recycling. You could see the highway in the distance. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning purple and blue. You’d watch those cars drive right past your little town, paying no mind, probably off going to somewhere bigger and better. The only people from the highway who stopped to visit Tommy’s were people who didn’t know any better. 

A flick of a lighter crackled, dividing your attention. Frankie was smoking his cigarette, his back leaning against the brick wall of the diner. He was trying not to smirk. Seeing you out here was way too much power for him. He took a drag, the end of his cigarette lighting up in a glowing orange haze before he pulled it from his mouth. The smoke he exhaled was taken by the breeze. 

“Happy to see me?” His goading tone asked.

“No.” A challenge. A pause. 

“So, you want me to go back inside?” 

“No.” Another beat. A step closer to him, arms crossed. He’s smart enough to let his cigarette land on the ground. 

“So, you want me to stay out here?”

Silence. Staring. Gauging each other’s reactions. Your tight jaw meets his cocky smirk. Too stubborn to ask meeting too stubborn to give without begging. Fuck. 

Maybe it’s because you’re both desperate. Maybe because Frankie knows you. Knows you’re too stubborn to ask for him to fulfill your needs. Your inaction meets his unwillingness to waste another moment that he could be inside of you. 

Stomping on his cigarette before closing the distance between you two, he envelopes you in a kiss that robs you of your breath. He tastes musky and bitter. The smoke that recently captured his lungs was hot on your lips. 

Your heart was beating with excitement, happy to lose control for a moment as Frankie walked you blindly backward into the brick wall. Ouch. 

Your tongues danced in a rhythmic motion, seducing you into letting him take the power as the kiss deepened. The flavor was subtle but distinct. The Marlboro’s held an acrid undertone, an unexpected layer of the kiss you sort of liked. If he tasted like spearmint gum, it might have turned you off. 

It was like you were his cigarette now, breathing you in and clinging to you in addiction. It was his bad habit, but who were you to judge. You had a closet full of skeletons you weren’t open to anyone seeing. Maybe this was one of his. 

His hands were a welcome guest, feeling his warm palms explore a body he had probably fantasized about. 

“Don’t-- mm -- don’t have a lot of time, Francisco.” You teased for dominance, using his full name made him muster up a dirty chuckle. 

You were ready to turn around and have him fuck you into the wall, but his hand snagged your wrist, and he stopped you. Confusion screwed into your face. Then his mouth muttered the most filthy thing you had heard yet from him. “Wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He muttered, your body slumping into his. Fuck it, you were Frankie Morales’ tonight. 

Frankie guided you further from the backdoor, hearing voices enter the kitchen. Probably Paul and Lou to start working on closing chores. He took you behind the dumpsters and hiked up your dress. You decided to be useful and push your panties down. He rounded up the material that was tying you up at your ankles and shoved them into his pocket. You were not letting him keep those. 

You pushed his apron aside, fingers fussing over his belt buckle. He watched, amused, unwilling to help. He liked seeing you so desperate for his cock. Unbuttoned. Unzippered. Black boxer trim peaking out now. You made slight eye contact with him before you shoved his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Your heart clenches at how girthy he was. Fuckkk, this was gonna feel good. 

He didn’t take his apron off, merely shoved it to the side as it haphazardly swayed on his hip. He closed the distance between you again, a greedy kiss, a kiss to mark you with. You pulled away to spit into your hand, taking him by his base and squeezing. 

Frankie’s eyes shuddered closed, his head dropping as you took his manhood in the small of your hand. He was.. more than a handful. He was so meaty, not even able to wrap your fist fully around him. 

You purred out a little moan as you worked your hand over him, feeling him grow heavy in your hand as you lubed up his tip, slowly circling your thumb teasingly around the pulsing head. 

“Enough.” He muttered. He didn’t like you toying with him. 

Frankie hiked up your leg by the underside of your calf, hooking around his hip as you leaned your back against the cold brick wall. It wasn’t comfy, but when you fuck against a run-down diner, you don’t get many options. 

Your chest shuddered as you felt his cock heavy against your folds, erect and brushing up against where you needed him most. He was running his hand up and down himself now. You watched as he put down another line of spit from his mouth to his cock before his knuckles shuffled up and down his shaft a few more times. 

The sight made you reel your head back and stare up at the sky. As eager as you are, you’re worried about feeling how thick he is. He knows. 

“M’gonna go real slow.” He punches out, setting his forehead down against yours, and you shakily nod. Please don’t fucking split me in two, Frankie Morales. You still have a shift to finish, after all. You’re thankful he at least acknowledges his girth. It’s sort of the elephant in the room. 

You both look down at your centers, your dripping one and his angry, pink head meeting in unison. It’s sort of fucked up the way that you’re two horrible people. But you knew horrible people always seemed to find each other.  

You wet your lips and bite down. Hard. You weren’t a fresh spring virgin, but this wasn’t any other half-decent dick. 

You lay your head back against the wall as Frankie guides himself into your welcoming entrance. Your wetness lubes him up well, but he’s still large. 

You clench your eyes close and smile. The pain is always pleasure. “Fuck,” you mutter, your head wanting to come back down and watch. 

Frankie’s being gentle, an odd word you’d never describe him as. He’s grunting and impatient, but patient for you. He fills you up to the brim and your head is flooded with clouds. You’re in the sky, lightheaded, but so fucking horny. 

His hips meeting yours are a gentle greeting, both of your lips brushing as you shared pants of desperation as well as relief. Your stomach was tight, recoiling with the pressure he was providing to the inside of your walls.

“God-

“Jesus-

“-fucking damn.”

“Christ.” 

The two of you moaned in unison. 

Your nails are piercing into his shirt, bunching around the tops of his shoulders. You move to grip his apron for some sort of control. There is none. 

One of his hands is still supporting your leg wrapped around his hip, the other flattened against the brick wall beside your head. You took solace in his arm, resting your forehead against it weakly. 

He was cocky for a reason. His length in inches was his amount of reasons. 

“Fuck me.” You finally mustered up enough strength to demand. He shakes his head against yours. 

“Give it a minute.” He mutters, barely coherent. You’re scrumptiously tight around him, and you know it. You both do. 

“We don’t have a minute.” You feverishly bite back, attempting to shift your hips against his. He retaliates by planting his hips against you, fucking the final few inches of his dick into you as you both fell deeper into the wall. 

A hot moan rolled off your tongue, hiding your face away in his forearm and shuddering your eyes closed. Frankie’s hand slipped from your leg, cupping the globe of your ass in his warm hand. He squeezed and it made you smile as he reeled his hips slowly back. 

He grumbles something. 

“What?” You asked with a dopey grin. He pushes back inside you and wipes the smirk clear off your face. 

“I said… you’re so fuckin’ impatient.” His voice was tattered with grunts, your tight little pussy making it hard for him to breath. 

Now he was creating a rhythm, fucking you into the wall in steady thrusts. You were already feeling your insides tug eagerly in excitement, the hot pool he had created in your guts simmering to a boil. 

“Mhmm, mhm, mhm,” you moaned in silent begs, moans you had to read between the lines to understand. Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck you feel good, I-I can’t think of anything other than fuck! Fuck me, Frankie!

He filled you up to a brim you had yet to discover you had. His tip tickled your cervix with each snap of his hips. He was getting greedy, a little sloppy. You’d judge him on this short-lived fuck later, for now, it was perfectly timed to get back into work without anyone noticing. 

Your eyes widened and met his murky brown ones as he moved the hand he had against the wall nudged between your thighs, circling your clit. It was messy at first, but he found what made you tick and adjusted. Now he was running tight circles around you, and you were finding it hard to stay silent. 

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect for me.” He murmured, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing motion. You actually wanted to taste him again, so you leaned into it, your tongue lining his mouth and tasting his old cigarette with a moan. 

Now he was filling you up, no hesitancy in his hips as he snapped the full extent of his length into your cunt. Your head flew back against the orange and red brick, a fucked moan leaving your mouth. Neither of you cared. Frankie’s face was nuzzled against your jawline and neck, sloppy kisses tasting old perfume as the circles on your clit intensified your impending orgasm. 

“F-Fuck, Frankie, shit, I’m gonna-” You gasped and closed your eyes, clutching your arms weakly around his shoulders and holding him to you. His body enveloped you like a shield protecting you from anything in your surroundings. 

Your orgasm crashed over you, coursing through your body like a million volts of electricity as you whimpered and moaned into his neck. Your eyes were clamped closed, your walls clenching and fluttering around his sensitive cock. 

His moans were heavenly, guttural and deep, a little shaky even as he puffed them into your neck and shoulder. His hips twitched against the inside of your thighs as he came undone inside of you. It felt like he was cumming for days, filling you up with white rope after white rope of his semen and painting your insides with only remnants of him. 

You couldn’t think. You just focused on the distant sound of the highway, creating a bustling amount of white noise for you. You gently held his head to keep him close, your shaky hand winding into his hair as the two of you reconciled over your orgasms. 

He was the first one to move. He slipped himself from you and gave you a few lazy kisses. Your stomach fluttered before you shook your head.

Stop it, Frankie. 

‘M not doin’ anything. 

Teasing smiles. Hands softening their holds on each other’s bodies. Fixing hair. Fixing undergarments. 

He would have held onto your panties. He probably hoped you forgot about them. You tugged them from his pocket and attempted to slip into them with ease, but you ended up having to use the brick wall as a support to lean into. 

You steadied his apron straight, and he pulled the skirt of your uniform down. Teamwork. 

You don’t really talk, just clean yourselves up, nod, and dart back inside before anyone can really notice or give a damn that you were missing in action. You kept having to excuse yourself to the bathroom, feeling Frankie still seeping from you. It made your chest hot, an embarrassed smile on your face. 

Fuck it. That’s what Plan B is for. Or you can just wait to see if you get your period in a few days time. 

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You and Frankie danced around one another during the closing shift. Carla went home and took the cake in a to-go container to give to her kids. It was shitty that she had to work on her birthday, but she said that getting to see your gorgeous face was a present of its own. 

You tiredly yawned, seeing it was a few minutes past ten. You helped Tina even out the cash register, putting today’s earnings in an envelope, then putting it in the safe for Rudy to take to the bank at the end of the week. 

“You sure you don’t mind cleaning up on your own?” Tina asked, giving her a tired smile and a soft shrug. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you Wednesday.” Despite her annoying singing, Tina wasn’t that bad. She gave you a big grin before she hopped off the stool and left out the front door. Lou and Paul had already left at the start of closing. You didn’t know if Frankie snuck out the back early. 

You did a double take to the jukebox, watching Frankie flip his baseball hat backward and push a quarter into the machine. Your face softened, seeing him flip between the different records before landing on one. 

Something by Fleetwood Mac started playing. You watched him reach up and untack your banner from the wall easily. You nodded softly before grabbing the spray bottle filled with disinfectant and began wiping down the counters, seats, and tables. 

He walked up to you once you finished cleaning, handing you your folded-up banner. You twisted your lips in thought, rolling the banner around in your hands. 

“Wanna help me burn this in the burn barrel out back?” 

Frankie sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Yeah. Fuck it. Got nothin’ better to do.” 

---

With Frankie’s lighter, both of you watched with glassy eyes as the Happy Birthday! banner burnt to ashes. His face was lit up in orange and yellow hues. He haphazardly tried to lean into the flames with a cigarette dangling between his lips, a stupid laugh leaving you. He shrugged and put the cigarette behind his ear. 

“Fuck it.” He huffed, both of your eyes transfixed on the fading flames.

There was a beat of silence. 

Frankie’s eyes met yours. “We should do that again sometime.” 

Half of your mouth quirked up into a smirk.  “Do what?”

He cocked his head to the side in annoyance. “You know what.”

You shrugged and shoved your hands into your jacket pockets. The hum of the highway in the distance made you flashback to just a few hours ago with Frankie railing you against Tumbleweed. A black and purple-streaked night sky submerged the two of you, making you feel tiny. You sigh and shift on your feet, keeping your eyes on the flames that licked up the ay! in Birthday!

“Maybe.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe?��� 

“Mhm.”

Frankie teetered on your half-ass decision. Even the notion of having an open door left for him to sneak in was enough to make him happy. “Okay. I’ll take a maybe.” 

God, you were bluffing so hard. Maybe it wouldn’t be sooo bad to throw him a bone every once in a while. 

Your fantasizing was cut short as ashes of the banner spewed up from the depths of the barrel and fluttered up into the air between you and Frankie, both of you taking a preemptive step away.

His lighter clicked again; he had to do it a few times before the end of his cigarette caught a flame. “I’ll see you when I see you.” He murmured. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was trying to walk you to your car, wanting to leave, but not until you started heading home, too. 

He swung his body into the driver seat of his beaten-up pickup truck. You decided to follow suit, sliding into your car. You saw Tommy’s fade away from the rearview mirror in the distance. But the thoughts of Frankie between your legs, fucking you into oblivion, and begging to serve your aching center would sit with you until your next shift at Tumbleweed. Sorry. Tommy’s Diner. 

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the man with the hex // liam lawson

summary: he stayed to hand out candy but actually just wanted to make out. unfortunately, hungry kids won’t wait to ring the doorbell.

pairing: liam lawson x female! reader

warnings: allusions to sex, liam is a horny teenager, very suggestive but no smut, reader gets baby fever real fast and liam has a dirty mouth. I am incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man, apparently.

"jesus fuck!"

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, watch your language!" her mother shouted from the kitchen

next to her on the couch, liam snickered, pulling her closer. guillermo del toro's 'cabinet of curiosities' was playing on the screen, and y/n had been jumpy throughout the whole episode.

y/n was a gentle soul. she preferred cozy mysteries, and humorous action thrillers as opposed to straight up horror. sure, the pillars of the slasher genre were wonderful films (she's first in line to see any new 'scream' movie), but she did not do well when she was genuinely scared.

"sorry, mom!" she shouted, resting her head against liam's shoulder. "liam has bad taste in movies."

"it's one episode!" the kiwi laughed. "i'm sorry, you can pick the next movie."

y/n rolled her eyes, getting up from the couch to hug her parents goodbye. she and liam had agreed to stay in that night, allowing her parents to go to an annual charity event thrown by one of her fathers friends. her sister was at a party, and as someone who had a quiet, peaceful life and wasn’t always invited to things, y/n was extended a chance to stay at home.

of course, learning that they would have the house to themselves, liam was all too quick to tag along, for less than wholesome reasons. while y/n had planned a couple's movie night, complete with matching hotel transylvania costumes and a stack of scooby doo movies, wheras liam had planned to get her to scream in more ways than one.

y/n got up from the couch, her nylon-clad feet skidding across the hardwood as she went to hug her parents. "bye guys, i'll see you in the morning."

"have a great time, mr. and mrs. (your last intital)!" liam shouted

"no funny business with my daughter, lawson. and no drinking." her father scolded, pointing his finger towards his daughter's boyfriend.

"dad! we're adults, i think we can handle ourselves." she laughed, giving her father a hug before her parents went out the front door.

she closed the door behind them, leaving it unlocked and the jack-o-lantern on the front porch turned on before backtracking to the kitchen and refilling the candy dish she and liam had been snacking from.

"you'll have to keep an ear out for the front door, but other than that, do you want to put beetlejuice on when this is over?" she suggested, bringing the candy bowl back over to the couch and curling into her boyfriend.

"i dunno, your parents are gone, i kind of hand something else on my mind." liam grinned, one hand trailing up her thigh.

"oh yeah?" she purred, maneuvering herself into liam's lap, poking his nose before kissing him softly, her blue lipstick smearing against his skin.

liam cupped her face with his free hand, his other arm going around her waist to pull her closer. she hummed contentedly as she nestled her body into his, taking his top lip in between her own.

“your lipstick tastes good.” liam remarked, lips ringed in the dark blue cosmetic. “like blue raspberry.”

“you’re such a dork.” she giggled, brushing an errant blonde hair out of his face before kissing her lover again.

liam moaned into it, feeling himself grow harder every time that her thigh brushed over his crotch. she was driving him wild, the end of cabinets of curiosities forgotten as they made out like teenagers.

the doorbell rang, startling them both as they jolted on the couch. y/n pulled away from liam, wiping the smudged gloss from her swollen lips before getting off the couch and reaching for the bowl of cadbury chocolates across from her.

“trick or treat!”

there were three kids standing in the doorstep, each dressed as a different superhero as they held pillowcases out in front of them as she dropped handfuls of pocket sized chocolates into the bags.

“you kids have a great night.” she chirped, waving not just to the kids, but to the parents waiting on the sidewalk before slipping back into the house.

she left the plastic candy dish on the front bench, a grin on her face as she went back to the living room. liam hadn’t mailed from the couch, one hand over his eyes and the other clutching a throw pillow over his crotch.

“seriously, liam?” she laughed, reaching for the tv remote. “come on, we have to be aware of our surroundings. little kids are going to be knocking on the door all night.”

liam groaned. “sounds like hell to me, babe.”

she shook her head, grinning as she used the remote to navigate over to the amazon icon to rent ‘beetlejuice.” she was just about to hit rent when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“liam!” she shouted, giggling as he nuzzled his cold nose into the tender flesh of her neck. “you know you’re just gonna get interrupted again, right?”

“don’t care.” he hummed, pressing kisses up and down her throat. “babe, we finally have the house to ourselves and I am so fucking horny for you right now.”

she giggled, extracting herself from liam’s hold to teasingly bend down near the coffee table, placing the realtor back on the glass top. at the sight of her skirt riding up over her orange and black nylon tights, the lacy hem of her panties visible through the nylon as she bent over, the kiwi could hardly contain himself.

especially when there was another ring of the doorbell.

this time, liam offered to get the door, almost dropping the candy bowl as he tried to get the door open, shaking hands unable to grasp the doorknob as be tried to get his breathing under control.

“woah, are you liam lawson?” one of the kids shouted, his voice echoing through the street. “I watched you on tv last week!”

despite himself, liam laughed. “right on, kiddo!” he held his fist out for a fist bump, kneeling to the kids level. “hang on just a second and I’ll get my girlfriend out here to take a picture of the two of us, yeah?”

“you seem cheerful for a man that didn’t want to hand out candy.” y/n chuckled from the doorway. “come on then, pass me his iPod touch or whatever and I’ll get the best fan pics he’s ever seen.”

the kids eyes lit up as liam moved to crouch next to him, matching his height almost exactly as y/n snapped a few pictures.

“your girlfriend is really pretty.” the kid said, giddy as he took his iPod back. “are you guys going to get married?”

liam laughed heartily, tactfully avoiding the question as he asked the kid what his favourite part of the race in qatar had been, dropping a handful of cadbury chocolates into the mummy shaped bucket.

once the kid was gone and the door was closed, he wasted no time in pulling y/n close and sliding his hands up her dress.

“someone’s eager. if anyone should be exited after watching you interact with kids, it should be me.” she giggled, kissing his cheek.

her lipstick was dry now, and liam found himself slightly disappointed that it didn’t leave a mark.

liam raised an eyebrow. “oh, yeah? so in addition to making you scream my name tonight, should I fill you up with my cum? start practicing for when it’s time to get you pregnant?”

she nodded eagerly, wishing for nothing more than liam pressing her up against the foyer wall and taking what he wanted. what they both wanted.

“fuck.” liam breathed, his breath warm on her skin. “you’re really hot when you have baby fever, you know that? and that kid wasn’t even a baby, he was like five.”

“shut up and kiss me, lawson.”

but just as liam leaned in, the fucking doorbell rang.

he cursed, throwing his head back in a groan as y/n gave him a sympathetic smile. she picked up the candy bucket, dutifully opening the front door and greeting the horde of kids who had chased each other up the driveway and around liams bmw.

while her back was turned, distracted by handing out candy, liam reached his breaking point, scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen.

please take one handful each, and ring the doorbell if bowl is empty. we are home but enjoying a scary movie night and my girlfriend is jumpy :)

when y/n turned away, closing the door behind her, liam was quick to grab the bowl, whisking it away to the kitchen and ignoring his girlfriends confused look as he practically overfilled the bowl, taking on the sign and leaving it on the cast iron bench outside the house.

“now, where were we?” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. she broke out into a smile, knowing exactly why liam had done what he did. “that bowl is almost full, it will keep the kids occupied for a very long time.”

“what if someone takes the whole bowl? what then?” she giggled, playfully teasing her lover, hands gently rubbing at his shoulder blades.

“then I’ll buy your mom a new one.” he decided, paying the matter very little attention as he swept his girlfriend off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. “now, my fair maiden, you bedroom awaits.”

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Take my breath away

Rupert Campbell Black x Taggie O'Hara

I binged Rivals and developed an obsession, so here is my poor attempt of portraying these lovestruck idiots. Set sometime after episode 9 but with no real mention of what happens in the last episode. I hope you enjoy!

Her hands were soaked in the soapy water where she had been washing plate after plate for what seemed like hours. Whenever she thought she was finally done making the food, cleaning the tables, or washing the dishes, her mother always had a new task waiting for her. Taggie was fucking exhausted. Her mother didn’t really care, she did not even seem to notice that she was driving her daughter into complete and utter exhaustion. This was not new to Taggie, this had been her life for as long as she could remember. Sometimes she imagined herself telling her mother to bugger off and do something by herself for once, but then the weight of guilt came crashing down and Taggie forgot every notion of ever standing up to her mother. 

She wiped a soapy hand across her brow and let out a heavy sigh, the same exact one that Gertrude used to let out when she plopped down in the hallway after a long stroll in the woods. Another sigh, a softer one, escaped her now as she thought of her companion. The one gift from her parents that had felt like a gift for her. Taggie had been twelve and struggling in school, her dyslexia making her lag behind her classmates who teased her relentlessly for it. “Tag-tag taggie” they used to call her, playing on the fact that she choked on her words and involuntarily had to repeat them. She barely uttered a word when she got home, terrified that she would get the same teasing treatment there. Her dad had been the one to notice the way she had started curling into herself and how her breath caught in her throat whenever he asked about her day at school. His parents had hoped that caring for a dog might make her more confident and sure of her abilities, but most of all Gertie had become her most trusted companion. 

She thought of her now, the scruffy dog currently sat outside in the dark, forbidden by Maude to be in the house when they had guests. Taggie made a mental note to give Gertie those lamb treats she adores, she deserved it after an evening all alone in the dark. Though perhaps Gertrude had drawn the longest straw, a night alone and away from the maddening crowd her mother called friends sounded like an absolute delight. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when her father came barging into the kitchen, slamming a box of Venturer posters on the countertop. 

“Hard at work eh?” Her father asked teasingly as he nodded at her frozen frame. Taggie looked down and realized that her wandering thoughts had given her the inability to do two things at once. 

She started “Oh I was just.-” but before she could even get the words out he interrupted her “Look we just got this new shipment of Venturer posters and I thought that you could head out tomorrow and hand them out at the town fair?” 

She was not sure if she had nodded or not, but her father beamed and clapped down on her shoulder “I knew you’d always be up to help!”

Her lips turned into a small but tired smile at that, for how could she say no now? It was not like she had anything else to do. However she never really got to figure out what else she could do when her parents were always finding tasks for her. She didn’t mind helping out, she just wished they would actually ask. 

She looked down at the pile of still dirty dishes in the sink,  let out another heavy sigh, and was just to start again when another presence entered the kitchen. Her back was turned but she knew without looking who it was. His energy was so palpable to her, it always felt as if it tugged at her, urging her closer to him. Despite not seeing him, Taggie O’Hara would know Rupert Campbell Black in any room. She wasn’t quite sure she wanted to turn around, their last meeting in this kitchen had ended with his lips on hers. It wasn’t that it had been bad, quite the opposite actually. She hadn’t known before that a kiss could be like that, passionate and sweet. He had savored it, seeming unable to tear himself away, and when he did his chest had heaved and they had been so close she could feel the way his heart beat. His hands had been tangled into her hair and hers had been under his suit jacket, itching to touch his skin. They stood like that for a while, seemingly in a trance, and only backed away from each other when Maude’s shrill laugh sounded from not too far away. The last thing Taggie wanted was for her mother to find her and Rupert, she had a knack for turning a nice thing ugly and Taggie desperately wanted for this to be a nice thing. 

Rupert cleared his voice and she turned around, feeling how her cheeks turned rosy just by the sight of him leaning against the door frame. 

“Hello” She said a little uncertainly wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. His lips curved upwards as he returned her greeting. His smile fell a little when he took in the dark circles under her eyes and how she kept blinking rapidly as if forcing herself to stay awake. “You alright there darling?” He took a few steps closer and she backed into the kitchen sink, feeling it slowly making an indent in her lower back. “Y-yes all good” He raised an eyebrow at her but did not question her, knowing that it was quite impossible to get her to admit defeat. 

“Well I was coming to ask you a question, I was wondering if you possibly would join me going to the city on Saturday? I am there for official MP business-” He winked at her and then continued “but thought that perhaps we could take the opportunity to promote Venturer.” 

“I’d love to!” She said, barely letting him finish which made his cheeks twitch ever so slightly. Her pinks turned a darker shade of red as she reconsidered her quick reply and she quickly looked down at her forest green socks to avoid the intensity of his stare.

“Splendid darling! Now let’s get you to bed, shall we?” Taggie looked at him in surprise, opened her mouth to say something then closed it and instead gestured to the dishes. “You don’t need to do everything today, come with me.” It was probably a mix of her tiredness and the slightly authoritative tone in his voice that made her follow him upstairs to her bedroom. With his back turned against her she quickly changed into her red nightdress, she hoped, perhaps a bit devilishly, that it would remind him of their first dance. She cleared her throat and he turned around, at the sight of her he smiled so brightly that she found her smiling with him. 

“Lady in red” He said so softly that she almost missed it. With two long strides, he was in front of her and his hands snaked around her waist. She shivered and felt goosebumps follow his hands. She looked up at him and let her hands travel up from his arms to his face. She gently touched his cheek and he drew a long ragged breath. “I promised myself I wouldn’t find myself with you like this again” 

“I thought you were smart enough not to make pointless promises,” She said a small smile on her lips. “You’re too good for me Tags” Though as he said it she felt his fingers curl against the fabric of her dress, pulling her a little closer. “You’ve changed” She whispered, because it was true. “Not enough” he murmured as he dipped his forehead against hers. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and she swallowed. The nearness of him was driving her mad. She could feel his thumb making circles on the fabric-clad skin of her waist and her hands found themselves traveling down to his neck, she could feel his pulse beneath her fingers. His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips and he let out a soft sigh. “It is enough for me,” She said before pulling him closer by his neck and softly pressing her lips against his. His body tensed for the shortest of moments before he relaxed into her, purely giving in. She savored the taste of him and the small sound he made in the back of his throat when she pressed herself closer. 

She was not sure how much time had passed when he pulled away, eyes glassy and lips swollen. He gave her a small smile as he nodded towards her bed and her eyes widened the tiniest bit, did he mean for them to..? 

A small laugh escaped his throat and he shook his head at her “Gods you will be the death of me, I meant that it was time for you to get some rest” To riled up to say anything Taggie simply nodded and crept under the covers, still looking at him from beneath her lashes. He too was still looking at her, seeming unable to pull his gaze away. He sat down on the edge of her bed and his hand came up to brush away the strand of auburn hair that had fallen in front of her face. 

“You really should be resting more you know” He did not seem quite himself as he uttered the words, gone was the charm and confidence replaced by a tone of concern. Taggie gave him a tired smile and said with a hint of bitterness in her tone “You should tell my parents that.” He nodded as if considering it and the mere thought of him even considering talking to her parents because he cared about her made Taggie’s heart constrict in a way she had never experienced before. She was almost sure she was going to cry. Who was this man who kissed her as if she was the air he breathed, asked her for help when everyone else just took it for granted and, who seemed to genuinely care about her well being? “I am just kidding, I wouldn’t wish for anyone to try telling my mother that she might consider treating me differently, she can be quite vicious you know.” Taggie forced a smile as she said it, but it felt slightly unnatural. He leaned down and brushed a kiss against her temple. “I’d do anything for you. angel” His tone was so serious that she felt completely overwhelmed with emotions. Then all of a sudden his warm presence was removed and he walked away “I’ll pick you up on Saturday.” She did not have time to reply before he was out of her room. She listened to the sounds of his shoes on the gravel outside her window and only closed her eyes when she heard the roaring of his engine driving away. 

Taggie slept more soundly than she had done in ages.