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robinsno1lesbian · 3 months

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Can you do where reader is reading a smutty book and is ignoring robin while being to into the the book until robin takes the book and recreates the scene on reader or havens her read the book while she goes down on reader <33

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

- r.b. x reader

summary: everyone has their guilty pleasure. yours just happens to be a steamy sapphic romance novel. (2.6k)

warnings: SMUT!! (mdni), vaginal fingering (reader receiving), rough-ish sex, dirty talk, pet names (baby, love, good girl), slight praise kink?, established relationship, basically reader gets caught whilst horny over a sex scene in a book.

a/n: i found this in the depths of my drafts and figured it would be good enough to be posted to the summer fic collection. that being said i didn’t beta read. just made the header and called it a day. so. spelling errors are guaranteed here.

you love your girlfriend. of course you do. robin is everything you could've asked for: kind, generous and so caring with you.

everything is perfect with her: from the way the freckles on her nose look under every ray of sun that falls upon her face up to how her voice sounds when she talks. robin does a lot of talking but it would never occur to you to get annoyed by that; you love it. you could listen to her raspy voice for hours, no matter what she's actually talking about.

that's until now: for the very first time in your life you can't put all of your attention on robin buckley's voice. the sound that normally seems like music to your ears -low, husky even, and with these all too familiar cracks whenever she picks up her pace of speech- is something you can't quite focus on right now.

not because what she's talking about bores you, but because of the book you're holding up in front of your face.

you got it at a bookstore when you were out of town: you would've never been able to gather the courage to pick up such a book in the little store in hawkins. you doubt they even sell this type of book in the small town you live it.

either way, when you first saw it you knew you had to get it. you had paid for it in a rush then, all red in the face as you handed the woman behind the counter the money and quickly walked out of the shop.

now you're laying on your bed, your parents are out and the only person around is robin, who surely wouldn't judge you for reading a sapphic book.

obviously you want to make good use of this one chance you've got to read it. so, while robin was pacing back and forth through your room, you got it out from the spot where you kept it hidden under the pillows.

you're now about 25 pages into the book and, with what's currently described on the pages in front of you, it's getting harder and harder to keep a straight face.

you try to get yourself together, you really do, but you've never read anything like this before. never had the chance to, really, with the lack of representation in literature.

you almost drop the book on multiple occasions and there is a familiar heat pooling between your legs at the images your mind creates; fantasies of robin doing these exact things to you.

your current state doesn't go unnoticed by your girlfriend like you had hoped it would: "and then" she says when you turn another page. "i told him he can't just walk around yelling the word boobies like that but, you know steve, he's- hey"

you smirk at the book, not even aware that you've been called out.

"earth to y/n" robin steps a bit closer and pokes her index against the book cover. that's when you finally look up. "uhm- what? sorry i-" an amused expression flashes over robin's face when she sees the blush on your cheeks.

"were you even listening to half of what i just told you?" your blush deepens and you tilt your head. "something about...steve?" robin makes a face and flops herself onto your bed. your mattress bounces under the impact. "you sound a little too uncertain about that" she says teasingly and leans forward until her head is in your way of reading and she can scan the pages. "your book must be really interesting" you pull it away from her quickly and press it against your chest. "oh?" robin raises a brow with a grin plastered over her cheeks as if she knows exactly what's going on. "well now you'll have to show me"

you immediately shake your head eratically. you know robin wouldn't judge you, but still. she already knows the effect this has on you, so showing her means admitting that you're into what's happening: while you and robin have had sex before, it's never been like it is in the book: it's always been passionate and loving with robin, it was never so rough, so loud, so hot. your girlfriend, however, just rolls her eyes at you and chuckles. "pretty please y/n" she pleads "it can't be that bad now. and, besides, i'm your girlfriend. you know i won't judge you, right?" "i know" you tell her and hide your face behind your palms to cover your burning red cheeks. it gives her the perfect opportunity to snatch the book from where you've put it down. "robin!" you exclaim and reach out to take it from her again, but her eyes are already scanning the words on the page. "god" you groan when she smirks knowingly and throw your face into the pillows. "robin stop it!” robin puts a hand onto the back of your thigh and you turn to face her. her hand is still holding the book but something about her expression has changed. "it's not embarrassing at all" she finally whispers. her fingers reach out and she traces your jaw before they settle on your chin. "y/n" robin rasps "look at me"

when your gaze falls upon her face she gently pulls you towards her. the book has left you wanting for the past minutes and you gladly give in when she puts her mouth on yours.

“come here” she murmurs, closing the distance between the two of you. you part your lips immediately, kissing her with all the built up hunger.

“wow” she leans back just enough for the distance to settle heavy upon your heart. “so you liked it that much huh?” robin concludes.

you bite your lip. the evidence must be written all over your features so you don’t even bother to make up some lame excuse for your racing heart or the way you’re nearly panting under her gaze.

“is this” she taps the book. “what you want?”

once again, all you can do is nod at her, amazed by the sudden shift in robin’s energy when she leans in closer.

“yeah?” she rasps when she drags her lips over yours, just the brief, gentle ghost of a touch. “you want me to give it to you?”

all you can do is whimper. it’s enough.

robin is behind you. you’re on all fours for her, ass up and back arched. still, you can feel every inch of her exposed skin pressing against yours from behind. you can feel where her pebbled nipples are pressing against your shoulder blades, where her breath hits your earlobe in quick pants.

“you like this?” her voice whispers.

you can hardly hear it at all though. all you can hear are the wet noises two of her fingers are drawing from your soaked cunt.

she’s deep. deeper than she’s ever been, pressing two of her long, delicate fingers against your g-spot from behind.

usually, you’d be facing her whilst she makes love to you slowly. you’d spread your legs wider and she’d curl her finger inside you until you’re moaning her name.

usually, she’d whisper sweets words of praise to you until you’re shaking with the build up of your pleasure.

this isn’t what you usually do. this is different. it’s raw and rough. it’s oddly hot.

“yes” you whimper, your eyes rolling back so far in your head you can see the ceiling above.

“yes?” robin growls, while pushing her fingers even deeper.

“oh my god” you moan. this isn’t any of the usual love making. this is her fucking you. it’s her ruining you on your sheets, your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through your room.

she presses her hips against you hard from behind, draws them back as she simultaneously pulls her fingers out from your slick folds, and then snaps them back immediately the moment she pushes back inside you. like she’s really fucking you.

it briefly occurs to you that you’ll have to invest in a strap-on, so she can really fill you up from behind and fuck you into oblivion, but any thought is cut short with another deliberate curl of her fingers against your g-spot.

“oh my god, robin -baby- yes!” you whine. the sound is so desperate and dirty you press your eyes shut in embarrassment.

robin, on the other hand, can’t seem to get enough of it. her free hand traces your spine as she whispers: “that’s it. that’s my girl. don’t hold in those pretty noises, baby, i wanna hear you”

as soon as a third finger slips into your tight pussy and she starts pumping them in and out, you can feel your arms starting to give out underneath your body. she’s never fucked you like this and your previous reading session had already left you wet and aching.

now, ever thrust of her fingers inside you feels like fucking heaven.

it’s not like you hadn’t hoped for this to happen; for the book to be an inspiration for what robin does to you bed. for it to be fuel to your fantasy when robin isn’t around to take such good care of you and all you have is the image of your girlfriend. and, still, this is better than anything you could’ve ever dreamed of.

and, yet, here you are: the relief of robin’s fingers deep inside your pussy. she’s pressing and curling and exploring your depths with three of her calloused finger pads.

your forearms tremble under the weight they’re currently holding up.

“robin robin robin” you chant, rocking back and forth with each of her thrusts. your head falls forward into the pillows, which do nothing to stifle the obscene sounds that you’re making.

“robin please”

“that’s my girl” robin hums proudly. “take it. let me make you cum. come on”

you can feel her kissing your sweat stained back, but it’s all white noise in comparison to how good she’s fucking you.

you borderline scream when her fingers start rubbing your clit, fast circles to match the brutal pace she’s set. robin herself is panting too, breathlessly rutting up against your ass. you wonder if she’s soaked through her panties by now. you know it’s easy to get your girl wet and with how she’s moaning, you wouldn’t be surprised if her arousal has left a visible, wet patch of her crotch.

in the end, it’s the sound of her voice that sends you over the edge, ragged and desperate as she asks you to cum for her.

“come on baby, cum. you can do it. be a good girl and cum for me”

everything else fades to back except for the burning hot pleasure that builds and builds in your core until the tension snaps and you come with a shout of her name.

robin is still thrusting deep into your convulsing pussy as you hold onto the duvet for dear life, clutching the soft fabric tightly into your fists.

you’re vaguely aware that you’re gushing for her, hot fluids soaking her wrist and the bed underneath you. robin has never managed to make you do that. she watches in amazement, even slows down the movement of her fingers inside you to let you recover from the intensity of your orgasm.

“holy shit” she whispers in awe. “holy shit holy shit holy shit baby”

“yeah” you nod breathlessly. “holy shit”

robin withdraws her fingers from your throbbing heat. immediately, you let your weight drop onto the mattress. immediately, robin is there to hold you.

“you did so good” she whispers. “so so good for me, my god, y/n”

you hum, happy to feel her arms as they wrap around your back.

“you’re gonna have to bring home those books more often” robin chuckles, gesturing to the long forgotten book.

you huff into the pillow. maybe she’s right. maybe you do have to bring home more romance books.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader smut #robin buckley smut #robin buckley imagine #stranger things

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spookypete-94 · 4 months

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Dark Horse-Pete's Place

Part 5

PriceXFem!reader

Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35. Will be around 3-5 Chapters once finished (Probably will be more about 6-8 chapters total now)

rested on your inner thigh as he drove back to Abel's school to pick him up. Silence echoed through the car, but it was welcomed after the physical activities that had just taken place. Your head leaned back into the head rest of the seat, rolling slightly from the laxed state you were currently in.

A rumble from John brought you back to attention. "Ya' alrigh' love?" he asked.

Turning your head to look at him you smiled and nodded. "I am." Hand reaching down to squeeze his. His eyes returned to the road, pulling into the school lot where Abel awaited outside the front with a group of kids. Noticing the car, he picked up his bookbag and what looked to be his bag of goodies he had acquired from his field trip. A grin placed upon his face stretched ear to ear.

"How was your day?" The normal question you asked as soon as you saw him at the end of the day.

"Great!" he said rustling around his bag. "I got something for you, John." Reaching forward you noticed he had an opal stone in his hand. It matched the one that was on your left finger.

"I thought it looked like Mom's and should give it to you. They had a bunch of fossils and rocks."

Leave it to your boy to remain so kind, thinking of others even when he is given money for himself. John's long calloused fingers passed the stone back and forth between his fingers.

"Was nice of you Abel," turning around in your seat fully to take in his beaming face entirely. "Did you get anything for yourself?"

"Couple of dinosaur models," he answered reaching back in the bag to show them to you.

John was only able to look at the stone, feeling shell shocked by the gift unable to explain why. The gift caused the gears to turn in his head.

"Thank you," John murmured quietly, turning his head over his shoulder to look at Abel. Still beaming his happiness on you both.

"What do you wanta' do today?" John asked. "Anywhere you want to go?" Still looking over at Abel.

"Pete's Pizza!" Abel exclaimed to him. Pete's Pizza was a restaurant with an arcade with kids games. Generally, you took him on his birthday, but figured it was fitting to celebrate today.

"Pete's Pizza it is." Placing the car into gear once more and starting in that direction.

Standing back on your wild night out, you watched Abel with John most of the time. Their interaction heartwarming. Your ex never gave you the chance to witness this opportunity…maybe if he had things would be different between the two of you.

They both played the games for a few hours before ordering pizza. Making sure it was Abel's favorite to end his perfect day. Walking outside, it was that perfect balance between spring and almost summer. The sun lazily going down behind the buildings of the city, casting long shadows on the sidewalks, the streetlights coming on.

This was always your favorite time of the day. Normally, this was the time you bonded with Abel the most, ending it on your way home from work. Instead, you got to spend more time with him today, making core memories. You wish it could be like this all the time.

It was the drive home you realized you didn't know how this would turn out. Would John want to stay with you at your place? You were just freshly married as of today. Or would he want to go back to his place of residence and live the life you knew little about.

Seeming as he could tell once again stressing, John reached over and took her hand placing it on the center console with his. Thumb stroking over the ring. Practice he seems to do often. John started asking questions about what Abel saw today, his favorite part, what he would do again if given the opportunity. For not having children he was slipping into this role quiet well. Listening to Abel speak, and John's swiping motion soothing your worried brain once more.

Once home, a later hour than you are ever unwinding, you started the bed time routine.

"Love, let's watch a movie on the couch. All of us, let the boy pick." John offered up instead, not wanting to end this good day entirely. Settling down on the couch, you placed yourself in between John's legs leaning into his chest while Abel laid down on the other side. Abel was already in his pajamas, snuggling a blanket and a pillow tuned into the tv.

John's large hand began betting down your hair, smoothing it against you.

"You don' have to work anymore if you don' wan to…" his voice lolled underneath of you, hot breath brushing against your ear. "Make enough you could stay home."

It had caught you off guard, glancing over at Abel you see he had fallen asleep more then likely why John was starting this conversation. Keeping a low octave matching John's, "You've done more than enough. Allowing me to use your lawyer is a debt I can never repay."

"Lawyer is free. And you're already doin' somethin' else for this old man," hand slipping from the top of your head and pressing against your stomach. "35, and want one of my own," his brown pits of honey looking up at Abel. "Love that kid like my own but want as many as you're willin' to give me. Don' have to work anymore." He repeated. Laying your head back against his chest, allowing him to rest against the top of yours.

"Can't leave Kate hanging… She's done so much for me."

"So go part time. Work lunch while Abel is at school. Be off when he's done."

Thinking it over, it would be a way to make your own income still. Abel being away at school even when you move into the new house, boredom would more than likely set in.

"Not a bad idea…"

"There will be times I won't be here," his tone direct. "But we can have nights like this when I am. Everythin' is going to be taken care of one way or another. Want to meet with the lawyer on Monday before things start to get rollin' though… And if you're ok with it, I'd like to take Abel out this weekend to go fishin' with me and the other boys."

"Boys," you said jokingly, knowing which "boys" he was referring to. "You're not much older than them."

"Old enough that they are my boys still. Act like children sometimes…most times but act right when the time comes." A warm smile on his face while he spoke of them. Returning to his original thought and conversation, he gave a light shake of his head. "Will only take him if you’re comfortable. Figure getting to spend time with him is important right now so he learns to trust me… and maybe hanging out with men who are good men might not be a bad idea." His last comment sly, trying to give a dig at your ex.

"You just called them boys a few seconds ago," a light laughing scoff leaving you.

"My boys are men compared to him." A dark undertone coating his comment. "Know for a fact none of them would ever treat you like something stuck to the bottom of their shoe."

Hesitant still, but giving the first answer that came to mind wanting to end the conversation about your ex. "If Abel wants to go, I'm more than willing to let him."

His hand resuming to pet your hair once more after your answer. Abel stirring at the end of the couch caught both of your attention. He was still sleeping but looking rather uncomfortable in his corner.

"Goin' t' take him to bed. Sit tight," John said leaning forward from behind you and slipping out. Watching his large figure bending down and picking Abel up as if he weighed nothing and carrying him off. Abel's head slouched against John's shoulder making you smile. You couldn't help but wonder if his actual father does the same thing for him at his house.

It wasn't too long before John was back in the living room, long shadow stretching out on the floor first before his he entered the room. He stood in the doorway of the living room off the hallway, a smile on his face while he looked at you. There was something dark about this smile, but his eyes glinted with mischief.

"He's tucked in," arms extending up as he leaned against the door frame, "Still out like a light."

"What are you askin'?" shifting slightly, a coy smile on your face, fully knowing what he was suggesting.

He didn't answer, instead he almost sauntered to you before he pounced on to the couch. Pressing you against the cushions, mouth and teeth attached to your neck and shoulder working their way up to your ear.

"You sang earlier, think you can be quiet this time? Can't be waking Abel now…" He was teasing you, a hand already in the top of your dress, the other reaching up your skirt not giving you the chance to answer. Fingers pinching a rosey peak of your breast and hooking your already come soiled panties from earlier and pulling them down. When you arrived home he didn't even give you the chance to change... he didn't care. Burying your face into his shoulder biting down to be able to stay quiet, saving yourself the embarrassment of waking your son.

The happiness from today left John blinded. He was unaware of the tail that had followed you both most of the day. In the shadows your ex had followed you to the courthouse, out to the new house property and bearing witness to the acts of a new marriage.

Rage building within him, but what really made him upset was John entertaining Abel… and you just standing by idle allowing it to happen. Playing games and sharing dinner with him. Here this man you barely knew, swooped in and saved you. Made sure you and Abel were safe and was willing to lay down and bleed for you. And bleed he shall, your ex thought. A plan was forming in his head… but he just needed John to step away for only a moment before he would swoop in. Sink his claws into you and surely Abel will follow.

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darkeunology · 5 months

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♡ Love is the Warmest Colour ♡

Word Count: 3228 (I'm amazed it's this long)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunshot injuries, normal Criminal Minds violence, kidnapping, torture mentions (No explicit details)

Summary: In a world where soulmates feel each other's pain, you and Derek seem to be oblivious to each other's pains.

Not proof read. Not sure how I feel about this one tbh.

Soulmate: Noun: A person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Everyone in the world had someone who was destined to be their soulmate. It was a tale told to every child as a bedtime story, the exact way soulmates were known to each other. Shared pain - all soulmates in the world feel each other’s pain, Every scratch, punch or bump, soulmates feel it all but are never left with the physical marks from the injuries.

Maybe not so surprisingly, a lot of people never actually found their soulmates, getting injured close enough to your soulmate so that both of you would realise anything was quite rare a feat, most people gave up trying to find their soulmate by their 20s, not wanting to waste their life trying to find the person suited best for them. Including you, once you’d hit 25, you’d given up - you thought it would be great if you did ever find them, but you weren’t holding out hope for it anymore, you’d now just ignore any of the pains you’d ever felt from your soulmate, which annoyingly for you, was a very common occurrence.

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As a child, a common question that was asked during class was ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ Everyone else in the class would always have an answer to this, Vet, Astronaut, Writer, Fireman, to name a few, but you never once had an answer, never a clear one anyway, you had no idea what you actually wanted to do in life, and even once you’d finished high school, you chose to not go to college, instead choosing to unfortunately bounce between jobs, starting out at retail, before moving to waitressing until eventually moving to the job you were in now, a barista at your local coffee shop.

It wasn’t quite the life you or your parents had ever imagined for you, but you were happy enough; sure, you were living paycheck to paycheck, and you weren’t really able to treat yourself as much as you’d wished to, but it worked for you, and now, being in your 20s, you weren’t really sure how you could do anything else with your life.

It wasn’t until the day you very nearly died when you decided you wanted to do something different.

You’d just finished a lunchtime shift at the coffee shop, planning to go to the store quickly before you went back to your apartment, a good friend of yours coming round to have a girls night together after a long week at work. You never managed to make it home that night. Whilst walking to the store, a van stopped next to you, a young man poking his head out the window, asking you how to get to the highway from where he was. After quickly telling him where to drive, you turned your back to the van, about to start walking again when you felt yourself be grabbed from behind, a large hand covering your mouth to stop a scream from escaping - no matter how hard you tried to fight off the hands on you, nothing would loosen his grip as he pulled you into the back of the van, landing a quick, hard punch to your head, knocking you out immediately.

When you finally woke up, you were tied up on what felt like a dentist’s chair. All your clothes except for your underwear missing from your body. A shiver ran through your body from the chill in the room you were in, the chill getting worse when the men who kidnapped you walked into the room you were in, menacing smirks lining their faces.

Once your friend hadn’t been able to get in contact with you after you’d failed to get back to your apartment after work, they called the police, knowing that you would never be late coming home without letting her know beforehand, she knew deep down something had happened to you, especially with the news recently of young women being kidnapped and murdered in the are you lived in. She’d seen on the news that the FBI had already been called in after the last murder after seeing the press conference on the news the other night, she told them everything they needed to know and hoped that they’d be able to find you in time.

Unsure of just how much time it had been since you’d been kidnapped, all you could focus on was the pain running through your body from the hours of torture you’d had to endure. It felt like you’d been here for days when in reality it had only been a few hours. The only thing that had kept you going the whole time was the hope that your friend called someone when you never showed up to meet her at your apartment. That hope finally coming true when a tall, dark skinned man jogged into the room, FBI vest on his body and a gun held firmly in his hands, “I’ve got the victim.” he spoke into his comms before placing his gun back into his holster, walking up to you, a gentle smile on his face, “Hey, sweetheart. I’m agent Derek Morgan with the FBI. You’re safe now alright. Medics are on their way down.” he spoke gently, his hands moving to carefully untie you from the chair.

Derek stuck by your side every moment until they put you in the back of the ambulance, keeping you comfortable as everything buzzed around you, only leaving you when the ambulance left for the hospital.

He was the one good thing you tried to focus on whenever you had nightmares about the kidnapping. It took months of therapy, months of being scared to leave your house alone again before you were finally ready and able to do something about your life. You guess it’s because of what you went through, but you decided that you wanted to do what was done for you, you wanted to help people in the worst moments of their lives; so you went back to school, studying criminal profiling and psychology, graduating 3 years later before luckily managing to get a position in the BAU, the same unit who saved you nearly 4 years previously.

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Derek remembered when he was told about soulmates by his parents, his sisters told him afterwards that they all had the same talk when they were the same age. He was told one night as he was being put to bed, his parents telling him that there was one special person in the world who was a perfect fit for him, a person who he might never find but someone that would never be better for him. He was told that was how his parents met each other, his dad being hurt during a police job with his mother luckily being close enough to him that they knew almost in that moment they were meant for each other. He was told that any physical pains he would ever have would be felt by his soulmate and any pains his soulmate had would have, he would feel himself.

As Derek grew older, he never really put much thought into soulmates, he knew how unlikely it actually was that he’d ever meet his true soulmate, with just how big America was, and the fact they might not even be American. He just figured that if he was going to find his soulmate, it would happen naturally - so, like most people, he dated anyone he wanted to, not caring, nor worrying if they weren’t his soulmate.

At night sometimes, as much as he would never tell people, he would often imagine what life might be like with his soulmate, or just exactly how he would meet them. He mildly envied the people who had actually managed to find their soulmate, wondering how they got so lucky with how large the world is.

Sometimes Derek would think he didn’t even have a soulmate, he often wouldn’t feel any random pains, only sometimes getting a pain in his foot, almost like his soulmate had just stubbed their toe somewhere - or sometimes a harsh pain in his arm, maybe a needle injection or someone hitting their shoulder too hard as they walked past them.

So, even as Derek was for some reason in a lot more pain than he normally was, he didn’t really think too much of it. He was used to pain from his job so it didn’t really feel like much to him, he thought you were just going through a bad day.

He never connected the pieces, even after his pain stopped once you’d been rescued.

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Nervous was an understatement as you stood in the elevator going up to the BAU office, you hid it behind a gentle smile as the doors opened, asking the first person you saw how to find Aaron Hotchner’s office.

After getting your directions, you headed through the glass doors into the main office, walking up to Hotchner’s office to the curious looks of the other members of the team. You knocked on the door, walking in once you’d heard a ‘come in’ from the other side of the door.

“Hi. Aaron Hotchner?” you asked, a smile on your face as you held your box full of your things in your hands,

The man nodded behind his desk, standing and walking round the other side to be able to shake your hand, something you were just able to do with the box you were balancing. “Hi, yes. You must be Y/N,” he spoke, waiting for your nod of acknowledgement before he continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Everyone else has just gone into the meeting room. I’ll show you your desk then we’ll go up to meet everyone.” he explained, a small smile on his face the whole time, before he led you out of his office, quickly showing you your desk so you could place the box down before leading you up to the meeting room, walking in before you, “Everyone, meet our new agent, this is Y/N L/N.” he spoke to the team,

It took a moment for everyone to introduce themselves, Derek was the last to speak, “You seem familiar,” he spoke after he’d said his name. Everyone else took that to mean something different, since they all knew what Derek was like most of the time, so they were surprised when they heard Spencer speak, “Yeah, he’s right.” Causing the rest of the team to try and remember why two of their team knew your face.

Sighing lightly, you glanced at Aaron, who already knew of your past, he nodded gently, signalling that you can tell them if you wanted to, “I must just have a familiar face.” you spoke, shrugging your shoulders.

Thankfully for you, the team dropped it. Derek still giving you looks every so often, trying to figure out where he knew you from.

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It had been a few weeks of working in the BAU, you’d managed to fit into the team really well. Already going on many girls nights with JJ, Emily and Garcia. You got on with the males in your team as well, but nowhere near as well as the girls. Garcia being the one you told everything to, including the day you were kidnapped and rescued by the BAU, and opening up to her about the small feelings you had for a certain Derek Morgan.

You’d also had a lot more pains from your soulmate in the past few weeks, nothing too bad, just some hard hits every so often, one being a nasty hit on your ribs one day at the end of a case, you standing with Emily and practically doubling over in the sudden pain that shot through your abdomen, “You good?” Emily asked, concern laced through her voice,

“Yeah.” you gasped out, “I don’t know what happened, that just really hurt for a moment.”

“Must be your soulmate.” Emily spoke, you nodded in response,

“Yeah, it must be.”

When you and Emily found out that Derek had been shot in his abdomen, luckily only causing a harsh bruise due to his vest, Emily was the only one who connected the dots about the pain you felt that day, deciding not to tell anyone else about her thoughts.

—-----

“You alright sugar?” Garcia spoke when she saw Derek, noticing the obvious look of discomfort on his face,

“Yeah, baby girl. Just got an awful headache, I took painkillers ages ago and it just hasn’t done anything.” he spoke, rubbing his temples, he knew from the fact that painkillers hadn’t worked that it would be a soulmate pain,

“Soulmate maybe?” Garcia spoke,

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” He spoke, smiling at Garcia before getting back to work.

It wasn’t until he sat down at his desk and saw you taking some painkillers when something clicked, “You good Y/N?” Derek asked, grabbing your attention and the attention of Emily who was sitting nearby at her desk.

“Really bad headache. Painkillers are only helping a small amount.” you sighed.

Emily was only looking towards Derek, a knowing look on her face, watching as Derek looked towards her, realisation slowly showing on his face, “Let me know if I can do anything to help.” he spoke, before turning back around, his only thought being that his soulmate was potentially his colleague.

—----------

Oftentimes when you’d come into work, you’d go into Garcia’s bat cave, getting her some coffee and having a little chat before the work began.

A knock on the door interrupted you and Garcia this morning, “We’re meeting now. We have a new case.” JJ spoke as she poked her head in, her face looking grim. Both of you stood, grabbing your coffee mugs and heading over to the meeting room, being the last two to come in,

“We’re going to Florida.” JJ spoke, turning on the TV on the wall, “There’s been a series of murders, all women in their late 20s, all being found dumped in remote areas.”

“Any sexual assault?” Derek asked.

“All of them had signs of sexual assault, yes.” JJ answered. “Newest victim is Stephanie Leigh, she was kidnapped yesterday evening after a night out at a local club.”

“All of these women were killed two days after they were kidnapped, meaning we have under 48 hours to find her alive.” Hotch spoke, his face serious like always, “Wheels up in 20.” he finished, getting up from his seat first as everyone else followed.

—--------

You and Derek were in the car driving to the club where the recent victim was taken from,

“I think I figured out where I remember you from.” Derek spoke, filling the silence that had surrounded you both for a while,

“Oh yeah.” you spoke, knowing that Derek probably had, and dreading having to tell him he was right.

“I think around 4 years ago, maybe more, we were called out to a local kidnapping case, the local cops were investigating someone kidnapping local young females and murdering them after torturing them for a few days, normally 2, but he’d accelerated his timeline on the last victim. We’d found the last body then a few hours later we were told of someone else being kidnapped - it was you.” He turned to look at you for a moment before putting his eyes back on the road,

“You were the one that found me first.” you spoke. Silence filled the car again for a moment, “I never told any of you purely because I just wanted to try and forget about it. I figured some of you might recognise me, but I hoped that you’d rescued so many people that you wouldn't necessarily remember one person you’d helped. Clearly though, you knew, and I think so does Spencer.” you looked towards Derek, “I’ll tell everyone else eventually”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” he spoke quietly,

“Don’t be.” You shook your head, “I needed to thank you anyway. All of you really. But you stayed by my side from the moment you found me until the ambulance left,” you paused, looking back at Derek, “I don’t think you realise how much I appreciated that.” you finished quietly, a sad tone in your voice.

Derek turned and nodded gently at you, not saying anything else until you guys arrived at the club, continuing on with the case you were working.

—--------

“I think we found our guy.” Hotch spoke after Garcia had finished her round of research she was given, the team headed out, finding the warehouse where the unsub should be holding the missing girl, rushing to get there before he murdered her just like the others.

Spencer and you went round the back together along with some swat agents and other cops, checking each room until you saw the unsub running from you both, alerting the agents who were left outside, Derek being one of them.

“We found the victim, she’s alive.” Emily spoke into the comms, just before Hotch spoke,

“Offender running on foot northwest, me and Derek are in pursuit.” Spencer, you, Emily and Rossi all ran out of the warehouse, knowing the victim was safe with the rest of the police and the medics, hopping in one of the SUVs and going out to find Hotch and Derek.

All in one moment, the most intense pain you’d felt before rang through your shoulder and your leg, causing you to yelp out in pain, making everyone else in the car jump, “Y/N!” Spence exclaimed, being the one sitting next to you in the back, “You okay?” he asked, at the same time Hotch spoke on the radio,

“Shots fired, Agent down. I need medics to my location.” he practically shouted, the message finishing just as the SUV turned the corner to the alley they were in, Derek on the floor with Hotch knelt next to him.

Confusion rung through you, the realisation never actually hitting you due to the pain in your body distracting you too much to think straight, “I can’t believe you’re a profiler and you haven’t figured it out yet.” Emily chuckled lightly, looking towards you with disbelief.

“What?” you asked dumbly,

“Get out the car and go to your damn soulmate.” she spoke again. You didn’t even think twice once the realisation hit you in the face, you jumped out the car, kneeling on the other side of Derek, one hand cupping his face,

“Hey sweetheart.” he spoke, a small smile on his face even through the pain of the wounds.

“Hey soulmate.” you smiled, “That hurt quite a lot you know?” finishing with a chuckle, Derek also chuckling before groaning in pain. “Sorry.” you whispered, noticing the pain he was in.

“I’m taking you on a date once I’m better.” Derek told you, one of his hands coming to hold yours which was still on his face.

“You better.” chuckling, you leant down and laid a small kiss on Derek’s forehead as the rest of the team watched on, smiles on their faces, relieved that the two of you finally figured it all out, even if you needed Emily to spell it out for you to realise.

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closer | part sixteen

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: you and joel deal with the aftermath of your parents’ discovery about you two. 9.7k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), inexperienced reader, soft!dom joel, angst, unprotected piv, rough sex, creampie, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, mirror play, nipple play, multiple orgasms

Shit shit shit.

Your body starts to go into panic mode as you stand frozen, eyes locked with your father’s. He’s standing outside on the patio, flashes of confusion and anger on his face. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and exhale shakily before following Benny over to the fence line where he’s excitedly trying to get to your dad.

Every step feels leaden as you watch your dad retreat inside, presumably letting your mom know what he saw and waiting for you to come talk to them.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you open the door to their house and let Benny inside. You see your dad next to your mom in the kitchen, talking closely to her in a hushed but frustrated tone, his hand gestures all over the place as he speaks. Your mom looks scandalized, almost disbelieving of what your dad is telling her with her brows pinched tightly together. You suck in a breath through your teeth and approach them a little closer. They both stop and stare at you expectantly, but you have no clue where to start with this mess.

“Are you going to explain what your dad says he saw, or what?” your mom asks, quickly placing a hand on her hip. Great start, you think to yourself.

“It’s not - it’s not what you think,” you blurt out, knowing it sounds like a complete lie, because, well, it is one.

Your parents don’t even bother to answer for a few moments, looking at you through quirked brows.

“Wh- why are you guys home so early?” You don’t even know why you ask, it sounds like a deflection and you aren’t necessarily even trying to do that, you just don’t understand how you ended up in this horrible situation that you’ve found yourself in.

“I’m not going to entertain this very obvious deflection you’re doing, but we got an early start home, and since we heard about the storm the other day, we wanted to check in on everything as soon as we could. But it seems you were doing just fine, doesn’t it?” your mom answers, and normally her question would maybe have a hint of jesting behind it, but right now it just feels biting. She crosses her arms over her chest, only adding insult to injury - it’s an instant tell that she’s holding back her emotions.

“O-okay, so I can explain…” you start. “We - Joel and I- ” you feel your cheeks burn at all of the things you have been doing with Joel as you try to sum it up for your parents. “I was just there to grab something…” you say before you can even think about it. Why the hell you aren’t coming clean to them after you’ve been caught so red handed is beyond you. Self preservation tactics, or whatever.

Your mom presses her lips together, her expression calling very obvious bullshit on you. “You don’t think your little outfit gives it away?” she snips, looking you up and down as you sport Joel’s boxers. Why you had thought your lie could have possibly passed when you’re dressed like this is beyond you - rational thinking went out the window the moment you’d realized you had gotten caught.

“Not to mention the fact that I saw you two… er, kissing when you were leaving his house?” your dad says awkwardly.

You avert your eyes and bite your lip, deciding to just tell them everything. Well, as many details as are appropriate to tell your parents.

“Can we just sit down?” you offer, to try to make the situation less tense. You think it might be easier to speak if you didn’t have your knees wobbling beneath you.

“Sure,” your dad breathes out, sounding exasperated. The three of you make your way to the living room and once you sit on the couch, you feel a bit more relaxed and able to have a real conversation with them about this. They sit on the other couch opposite of you, still with unimpressed looks on their faces.

“Listen, we just want to know what the hell is going on,” your mom says in an even tone, and you feel a little relief pass through you that she doesn’t seem completely angry at you.

“It started a few weeks ago -“ you start, before your dad cuts you off.

“Weeks?!” he calls out, and you nod with a gulp.

“Y-yes, we’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks, well more like a month, really. Um, it just happened, I don’t really know how to explain it…”

Your mom purses her lips at you. “You know we’re open minded people, and I know you know this, but his age, sweetheart,” she says, and you sigh, having thought this is exactly what she would say if she found out.

“I’m very aware of Joel’s age, and it’s not weird to me,” you say, trying to put your foot down despite your wavering voice. You’re on completely shaky ground, feeling it slipping from underneath you by the second.

“Maybe not to you, but for us, it’s well, odd to say the least,” your mom counters. “He could very well be our friend. You’re seeing someone our age.”

“Not to mention, there’s a certain… dynamic, a shift of power that comes with someone that much older. We just want to make sure you know that,” your dad chimes in, and you feel your heart sink. Joel doesn’t have that kind of dynamic with you, does he? At least, not outside of the bedroom. He’s never treated you as anything but equal, always trying to respect and listen to you.

“He’s not… like, manipulating me or anything if that’s what you think,” you quip back, furrowing your brow at them. They’ve turned batshit insane if that’s what they’re even possibly suggesting about Joel.

“Not saying he is, simply that it can happen even if you don’t know it. Someone older, with more life experience, typically holds more power. That makes sense to you, right, honey?”

“Yeah, dad, I hear what you’re saying. I promise Joel is good to me, please you guys,” you plead, starting to feel your cheeks burn and tears threaten behind your eyes.

“Okay, okay, we believe you,” your mom says, holding her hands out in a calming gesture. “Can we hear a little more? I just want to understand what’s really happening here,” she asks, and you nod slightly.

“A-alright. I thought he was really… attractive, when we moved in,” you tell them, stopping to get your embarrassed stammering under control for a moment. “We talked the day he fixed the cabinet and I think we flirted, I don’t know. It all happened so fast, we talked more after that and then we realized we wanted to see what would happen between us. I couldn’t believe he wanted to be with me too, uh, but he does, and I guess here we are.” You looked at the floor the entire time you rambled to them, and now you look up and try to gauge their reactions.

Your parents share a few glances as they take the information in piece by piece. “Oh… kay,” your mom says, processing. You can tell there are dozens of questions on the tips of both of their tongues, but they’re trying to be delicate about it.

“Honestly, we aren’t the most upset you didn’t tell us about it. We just don’t really understand why this is happening. I just don’t know how I feel about the fact that you two let this go on while we invited him into our home,” your mom concludes, and your dad nods in agreement next to her.

“Aren’t you the one who is always trying to set me up with people? This is why I didn’t tell you guys, I knew you’d just… ugh. God forbid I find someone on my own,” you spit back angrily, feeling hurt by her words.

“Yes, someone who is completely age inappropriate for you, sweetheart.”

“Who cares. If we like each other, if we want to be together. I’m an adult, this would be different if I was sixteen or something.”

“Well yes, of course it would, but that’s hardly the point, right? We know we can’t tell you who to be with or not be with, but we still want the best for you. And is this the best for you?” your mom says, her tone softening slightly and her sincerity in her eyes.

“I’m… happy when I’m around Joel. Come on, you guys loved him before you knew about all of this.”

“We did, he seems like a very kind person. I just… need some time to adjust to all of this. It’s a big change, and I want you to think about what we said. Just be careful. Sure, we have our own feelings about all of this, but that’s my biggest concern - that you’re being careful with yourself.”

They’re the second people to tell you to be careful, Tommy having been the first, and you feel irritation clawing up inside of you. There’s nothing to be careful about, you think angrily. Joel has never done anything to make you worried about the things they’re telling you, so why is there a pit in your stomach now as you hear their words?

“I am being careful,” you retort, leaning back with your arms crossed. “He’s kind, he’s so good to me, I lov-“ you snap your mouth shut before the words can come out. Your parents can tell that you were just as surprised by your almost admittance as they are, and both of their eyes widen and soften at you. You haven’t said it out loud, you’ve barely said the word in your head before. Love. Such a heavy word, so full of promises and implications. You certainly aren’t about to say it in front of your parents before telling Joel yourself if that’s really how you feel about him.

“Oh, honey,” your dad says, almost looking at you with pity, and you fucking hate it.

“Stop, I don’t want to hear it, please,” you shake your head, averting their gaze again, feeling your ears starting to burn hotter along with your cheeks now. “Just, s-stop looking at me like that.”

They both stay silent for a few moments, letting you have time to process. You wet your lips and look back up at them with a new determination.

“I know that you two aren’t exactly thrilled right now. And you know that I’m always happy to do everything you want and dream of for me. Right now this is what I’m doing, though, because Joel feels right for me. So I’m going to keep seeing him, and take whatever time you need to accept that, but it’s happening.” You hold your chin up as you watch their reactions, slightly surprised but fading into a quiet acceptance.

“Alright. We need to let you do things for yourself, you’re old enough, after all. You know we just care about you, and if this is what you want right now, then… well, okay,” your mom says. It’s not exactly full support from them, but you can tell they understand there isn’t any room for you to budge when it comes to Joel.

“Thank you,” you say solemnly, dipping your head a little bit to show it.

“This does explain some of your behavior lately,” your mom says. “I'm assuming Joel’s the one who…” She reaches to her neck, lightly touching it and you want to curl up into yourself from embarrassment even remembering the day they’d seen your hickeys from him.

You simply press your lips together and stare at her, refusing to give a confirmation, which she in turn takes as a yes from you. She sighs, long and drawn out, and your dad takes her hand from where he sits next to her.

“A-are you guys angry at me for this? I know it seems crazy, and not telling you about it when it’s someone that you know… I was scared,” you say tentatively.

“I’m not going to say I’m thrilled about this. Your mom and I, we just need a little time to process that you even have a… boyfriend? Jesus, that sounds weird picturing your boyfriend as that man,” your dad says, pushing himself into a downward spiral with his words as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Now your mom is the one squeezing his hand in comfort.

You feel your cheeks heat up a bit again, your whole body getting hot from his words and the fact that he seems almost embarrassed about the whole ordeal.

“I-I’m sorry,” you say, hanging your head. “And yes, I guess Joel is my… boyfriend. I don’t really like that word, but we agreed that we’re together, er, exclusively.”

That gets your mom’s attention, her eyebrows raising in surprise. “You did?”

“Just the other night, yeah. I didn’t want to see anyone else, and neither did he, so we just…” you shrug a little, still feeling very small from this conversation with them.

“Good to… know,” your mom says, long and drawn out, her eyes distant as she thinks over all of this new information. She clasps her hands together and makes eye contact with you, a kind half smile on her face.

“Can you let this settle for a bit? Let your dad and I talk some more and just… process all of this?” your mom asks, and you nod quickly, trying to hide your hurt.

“Sure,” you say simply, standing up and leaving the room, the need to breathe air that isn’t in this room growing to desperate levels. It wasn’t a complete catastrophe, but you can tell that it was surely not something they were expecting in the least.

You rush up to your apartment, taking a shower to calm yourself down and have some time to think things over. You’re determined not to let anything your parents brought up affect the way things are with Joel. You suddenly realize that what would help you right now would be to just talk to Joel and see what he thinks about what your parents said. He always says the right things, and right now, you need a dose of that and a good look at his gorgeous face.

You quickly change into new clothes, feeling slightly better now that you’ve freshened up, and head out to Joel’s house. You knock softly but rapidly on Joel’s door, a ball of nervous energy as you wait to see if he’s still home. The door swings open, and Joel looks at you, perplexed but happy to be seeing you again so soon.

“Baby? What’s goin’ on, you look a little… flustered,” Joel says immediately, inspecting your tense expression.

“Let’s go somewhere,” you say, and Joel reads into your words, seeing that it’s something you need right now and he decides to not question it any further just yet.

“Alright, hop in the truck, I’ll grab the keys.”

Joel takes you to a park nearby with walking trails and tons of foliage, keeping you two in the shade as the early evening sun beats down while moving towards sunset.

“Alright, I let you be quiet the whole way, what’s goin’ on?” Joel asks as you shuffle along next to him.

“My parents found out,” you say, just trying to rip off the band aid. You dare a glance at Joel to see his reaction, and his eyebrows are raised, but he doesn’t seem completely scandalized.

“Oh, that’s, uh-“ Joel brushes a hand across the back of his neck and stops walking to turn and face you. “You okay?” he asks, grasping your hands in his.

“That’s a complicated answer right now, but the short version is, yeah, I’m okay,” you tell him, and he smiles encouragingly, pulling you along to continue walking with him.

“How bad was it?”

“Well, my dad saw us making out in your doorway, so pretty bad,” you say bluntly, and Joel chokes a little.

“Jesus,” he whispers to himself. “And he ain’t gonna kill me?”

You laugh heartily, the feeling like a breath of fresh air. You knew Joel could make you feel better after this horrible afternoon. “You’ve met him, he’s not that type of Southern dad with the shotgun and all of that,” you say. Joel smiles back at you and it helps the aching going on in your chest just a little bit.

“So they’re currently in the skeptical phase of everything, I think they’ll come around, but they didn’t love our, uh, age difference,” you tell Joel, starting to feel nerves twisting in your stomach at bringing up the things your parents had insinuated about your relationship.

“S’normal I think, to worry about that,” Joel says with a little shrug.

“They tried to tell me things… stuff that isn’t true, about couples with age gaps. And I told them that it’s not like that, you’re not some master manipulator or anything.”

Joel nods thoughtfully, just letting you vent out what you need to say for now.

“Like, that there’s some power dynamic, or whatever. The older person has some power over someone younger. I don’t know if I believe that. Maybe for some people, but not us, right? I’ve never felt -” you cut yourself off to take a breath and Joel takes your hand. You’re practically on the verge of begging Joel to tell you that’s not how things are, that your relationship isn’t wrong, that he would never dream of manipulating you.

“Let’s sit, hm?” he says, guiding you off the path to sit underneath a tree together. You plop down onto the grass with a heavy sigh, putting your head in your hands.

“Alright, there we go, just try to relax. I know it’s a lot,” Joel says soothingly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. When you steady yourself and glance back into Joel’s dark, searching eyes full of worry for you, he continues.

“To answer your question, no, I never thought of it like that. Never thought of usin’ my age as some kinda tool in gettin’ any kinda control over you. Hell, I tried my best to stay away from you at first, worryin’ about the exact stuff your parents were talkin’ about. Never wanna put you in a place you feel, uh, unbalanced, or anythin’,” Joel explains to you, and you take in his words carefully, considering them.

“Really?”

“I’ve felt it’s my responsibility a bit, to make sure of it. Someone younger, and, no offense my darlin’, but someone a bit impressionable like you, I wanted to be careful.”

“I never realized…” Your brows draw together, deep in thought. “Well, thank you for being thoughtful about it, then,” you tell him, a small smile on your lips now that fades quickly when you have a thought occur to you.

“It isn’t wrong, like the way we act when we’re, y’know, in the bedroom? That’s not the kind of power stuff they were talking about, is it?” you ask timidly, thinking that Joel seems to understand more about this topic than you do.

Joel contemplates your worries for a moment, scratching his beard. “I’d say that’s different. Lots of people like that same stuff, whatever ages they are. I’m not gonna lie to you, darlin’, but our ages certainly play into it - doesn’t mean that’s wrong though, m’kay? I think your parents are more worried about and talkin’ about outside of that, how I treat ya as a person.”

“Okay, yeah. Makes sense.” You nod at him as you absorb his words, feeling a slight bit of relief as you take a shaky breath. “I’ve never thought you treated me wrong though, I hope they get a chance to see that.”

“Thank you, darlin’. Y’know I never wanna do anythin’ wrong to you, right?” Joel asks quietly, his voice scratchy and rumbling next to your ear. You simply nod and flutter your eyes closed for a moment, trying to let go of the stress that’s eating away at you right now.

“So what now then, hm?” Joel asks, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you a little closer.

“Just have to wait it out,” you say with a sigh. “They’ll come and talk to me about it some more, but they need… time, I guess.”

Joel threads his fingers through yours and squeezes. “I’ll be right here, whatever you or they need. If they got twenty questions for me, or whatever, I’m right here to answer ‘em.”

“You’re a little too good, you know that, right?” you say, teasingly, giving him a suspicious look.

“We both know that ain’t true,” he says, a smirk crossing his face. “You’ve seen how bad I can be.” He laughs at his corny, over exaggerated tone, and you roll your eyes and shove your shoulder into his.

“Oh, I sure have.”

—

After Joel drops you off, you head straight up into your apartment, still not feeling ready to face your parents again. If they need time, you’ll just have to give it to them, and let them come to you with whatever they need next.

You skip dinner with them, opting to order yourself takeout from a nearby Chinese restaurant and distract yourself between your books and television. You can’t help but feel a continuous sinking feeling about the way everything went down today - sure, you could have told your parents sooner, but you and Joel had just decided to try things more officially not even a few days ago. It just hadn’t made sense to inform your parents that you were fucking the next door neighbor if it wasn’t going to amount to anything more. Despite all of the reasoning, you could see your parents were hurt and confused, always having prided themselves on the three of you being relatively open with each other. This was just something beyond that this time, something private that didn’t belong to them. Until now, that is.

A soft knocking on your door forces you to pull out of introspection and get up to answer it. Your parents are both standing there, and it feels so… formal. As if they’ve come to dole out their final judgment on your relationship with Joel. You swallow hard and give them a half smile, feeling anxiety curling in your gut.

“We’d like to talk a little more, if you’re okay with that,” your dad starts, and you give them a curt nod, biting your lip before opening the door wide for them to step inside and sit down. This add on apartment is only one room, so they both sit on the sofa while you curl up cross legged on the bed facing them.

You fight the urge to immediately apologize for the damage you’ve done, reminding yourself to be strong and stick to what you want, not letting them convince you otherwise about Joel.

“So, we talked all day about this, and we want to invite Joel over for dinner,” your mom blurts out, folding her hands in her lap. You start, nearly choking on air as you look at them with rapidly blinking eyes.

“S-sorry, you… want to invite him to eat dinner with us? With you guys?” you say, your mouth hanging open skeptically after the words leave your mouth.

“Mhm. We figured… what the hell,” your mom says with a shrug that says “fuck it”.

“We can already tell that you’ve given all of this a lot of thought, you’re an adult, and we should respect that. If you’re even remotely serious about him, we want to get to know him a little more. The man lives next door, for Christ’s sake,” your mom tells you, and your mind is reeling a bit, trying to comprehend their final decision being so positive.

“Wow,” you stutter, at a loss for words for a few more moments. “Um, alright. Thank you guys. I think that might be… nice? Very awkward, but nice, possibly.”

Your parents give you playful smiles in return, and it fills you up with relief, that you’re seeing a glimpse of their usual selves again.

“Very… awkward…” you mumble, mostly to yourself, already setting yourself up to mentally prepare for this hell-ish meal you’ll be enduring.

“We aren’t going to be awkward if you aren’t,” your dad says teasingly, lightening the tension in the room.

“I can not make any promises.” You let out a long sigh. “But I appreciate the effort from you guys. Thanks.”

“What about tomorrow night? If he’s free,” you mom asks, and you let her know you’ll reach out to Joel to ask. Your stomach flutters as you send Joel a text once your parents leave you alone and you wait for his response.

He replies a few minutes later, and you know it’s going to be a long day anticipating this dinner.

Joel: Sounds great 😉

You’re going to be sick, you’re sure of it, you think as you sit on the couch in your parents living room, rapidly bouncing your leg. Joel should be arriving any minute, and you’ve just gotten finished helping your parents prepare the dinner you’re going to have to eat while you endure whatever conversation they’re planning to have with Joel. They’re not the type to interrogate him, necessarily, but the thought of them interacting now that they know about you two is making you queasy.

Perfectly on time, there’s a knock on the front door, and your parents are still in the kitchen, so they call for you to answer it. You gulp down the lump in your throat and stand, smoothing your sundress slightly before padding over to the door and opening it.

Joel is standing, looking like the picture of the perfect boyfriend, a lopsided smile on his face. He’s holding a colorful, summery bouquet of flowers and a bottle of white wine, dressed in a thin, plaid button up shirt and jeans. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at just how unbelievably sexy he looks right now with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and clinging tightly to his muscled arms. Focus you hiss at yourself internally before daring a quick peck on Joel’s lips, hoping your parents are still out of sight.

“Hi,” you say shyly, and Joel’s smile deepens, clearly amused at your mild discomfort.

“Hi,” he echos, raising his eyebrows. You motion him inside and he follows you, kicking off his shoes at the entryway. He looks around to inspect the room, despite having been inside this house many times now between your sneaking around and his work on your parents’ bathroom.

“Hey, Joel,” your dad calls, peering his head from around the kitchen entrance for a brief moment.

“Hey there, Patrick,” Joel calls back.

“C’mon,” you mouth quietly to him, having him follow you into the kitchen.

Your parents both turn from their spots at the counter, where they’re finishing up getting dinner served.

“Hi, Joel,” your mom says, slightly colder than usual as she continues tossing the salad she’d made.

Joel dips his head in greeting, mumbling out a “hello,” to her. For the first time, you can see that Joel is nervous, too, and it makes your heart melt and beat a little faster in your chest.

“For both of y’all,” Joel says softly, offering up the flowers and wine. Your mom smiles sweetly at him, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, a detail you notice immediately.

“Very sweet,” she comments, and your dad takes both out of Joel’s hands, immediately going for a vase in one of the cabinets to display the flowers.

“Why don’t we open this now?” your dad suggests, getting out wine glasses and pouring from the bottle that Joel brought.

You and Joel take the glasses to the table and sit down, your parents following right behind you. You all sit in silence for what feels like ages to you, despite it being only moments.

“Thank y’all for the invite,” Joel finally says, breaking the ice.

“Thought it was… necessary, given the recent discovery,” your mom says. You wish she wasn’t putting on this show, acting like she needs to have some tough exterior to suss Joel out, when she’s already met him several times now.

“Right…” Joel replies with a quick clearing of his throat. “Listen, since it’s obviously the, uh, elephant in the room, why don’t we just dig right into it.” You feel your chest tighten, the inevitable right at hand now, and you’re impervious to stopping whatever uncomfortable conversation comes next.

“We just want to get to know you better, that’s all,” your dad chimes in.

“Whatever you want to know, I’m an open book,” Joel says, the epitome of charm with a polite smile and easy going facade. You give him an encouraging squeeze of his leg under the table, knowing your parents can’t see it from their side of the table.

“Alright… forgive my, uh, directness, but wh- what was it… why someone twenty years younger than you?” your mom spits out, every word precariously placed on her tongue. You glance up at Joel, and one of his brows lifts a bit in surprise. He lets out a nervous chuckle and rubs his neck.

“Wasn’t my goal, if I’m honest. Not some serial dater of young women, if that’s what you’re thinkin’.” He lets out a slightly amused sigh. “Saw her laugh once and I was done for. Surprised me just as much as you guys,” Joel says, shrugging his shoulders before glancing over at you. When his eyes catch yours, you can’t help but smile brightly at his comments about you. You’d never thought to ask him more about when he’d first noticed you, and now you think you might have to get every detail when you two are alone.

Your mom hums quietly to herself, debating on her next words. “She does have a great laugh,” she finally says, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. “And you thought to yourself that it was a good idea to pursue it still, even realizing… she’s young and impressionable? I don’t necessarily mean that in a… judgemental way, I just want to understand it.”

“Okay, I’m right here. Calling me young and impressionable like I’m not even in the room,” you blurt out, your muscles tensing.

Your parents, and even Joel give you a skeptical look, and you huff. “Now darlin’...” Joel says quietly, and you snap your eyes to him. His eyes go a little wide, seeing the irritated look on your face, but you let him continue to answer your mom’s questioning.

“You’ve raised a really smart daughter, and she made a lot of choices for herself throughout this whole thing,” Joel says, and you nod next to him in agreement. “Happy to take whatever blame for it too, ‘course, but I hope y’all see that, is all.”

Your mom motions to you, and says, “She swears up and down you’re one of the good ones. We may have certain… reservations still about this, but thank you for that.”

Joel nods humbly, the appearance of a little color coming onto his cheeks. “Of course,” he says quietly, his eyes casting down to his lap before they look into yours again. You give him another lovesick smile, half forgetting where you even are as you get lost in his eyes again. Your hand rests on his leg again, and he brushes his fingers over it, but doesn’t take it any further than that, clearly trying to restrain himself.

“Alright, let’s eat, we have all night to talk, don’t we?” your dad suggests to break a bit of tension, and a few minutes later, you’re all sitting down with your food and glasses of wine. Everyone seems to be loosening up a bit, yourself included, as Joel and your parents make small talk while they get to know him a bit better.

As promised, Joel is an open book with them, patiently answering their questions, whether it’s regarding you or other things about his life. He’s perfectly polite as needed, thanking them multiple times for dinner, helping keep everyone’s wine and water glasses full, and even taking dishes over to the sink to help clean up.

“No, no, none of that.” Your mom stops Joel with a gentle hand on his arm as he tries to start rinsing dishes off, guiding him back to the table to sit down. “You’re a guest.”

“A welcome one, at this point, I hope,” he jests, having had the entire evening to get more comfortable with your family, even to the point of teasing them, apparently.

“Joel,” you chide him quietly with a small chuckle.

“Didn’t know if I’d be saying this tonight, but yes,” your dad replies. “I’m not going to say this feels normal or anything, but as long as you’re in our daughter’s life, making her happy… we’re happy with that.”

Joel gives both of your parents an appreciative smile. “I’m awful grateful to hear that. Hard to expect just anyone to understand what’s goin’ on here, but I’ve found a special one,” Joel responds, giving a quick wink in your direction.

Your parents shoot you a knowing glance, clearly believing in Joel’s intentions more by the minute. You feel all the tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding the entire evening slowly dissipating as you watch them becoming more friendly with each other. By the end of the night, both of your parents hugged Joel goodbye, and agreed they’d have to do this again sometime. It felt like a massive weight off your shoulders, a way for you and Joel to move forward with things even more easily now. You feel excitement building at the prospect, and you’re almost giddy when you return to your apartment after helping your parents clean up from dinner. Now that they know, and even seem to accept him, you two are free. Sure, sneaking around has its merits in terms of it being secretive and hot, and you’d be sad to lose that small factor, but you know Joel can make up for that in his many other ways.

With all of those thoughts swirling through your head, you can hardly wait to get your hands on him, having sat next to him, watching him be so restrained tonight. You want to be the one to let him unleash all of it. You quickly decide that you want to pay him a visit and give yourself over to whatever whims he’s harboring after spending the evening only receiving a quick peck and touch on the leg from you. And if you know him at all, there will be a lot of those.

You’ve never used it, but you finally decide to put Joel’s extra key that he gave you to good use. You let yourself in quietly, praying he’s not in the main living area so you can surprise him exactly as you’re hoping. You don’t see or hear any sign of him on the main level, so you approach the stairs, and think you hear the water running from his bathroom.

You start stripping your clothes off the second you reach his bedroom door, confirming that he’s in the shower.

“Joel…” you call out quietly, and there’s a second of silence before Joel calls back your name in questioning.

“That you?” he asks from inside the bathroom, and you answer by stepping into the doorway, the room already steamy and inviting from Joel’s shower.

Joel’s eyes spot you standing completely naked through the glass door of the shower and he stares, taking it in as you approach him. You slide open the shower door, step inside, and waste no time gripping Joel’s face hard and slamming your lips into his. He groans into your mouth, your tongues and lips clashing over and over. You’re pulled under the stream of water with him, completely soaking you as his hands start to explore as much of you as he can touch.

Joel pushes you back into the wall of the shower, his cock already hard and jutting out, pressing into you. The feel of his thickness pushing on your stomach makes you moan out, the thought of it being inside of you all you can think about now.

“Fuckin’ Christ baby,” Joel breathes, pulling off of your lips long enough to stare down at you, skin glistening and flushed now from the shower. “Need you,” he whimpers out uncharacteristically.

“Have me, then,” you say quietly, tracing a finger up his chest and curving your hand along his shoulder. Joel’s lips hungrily attach themselves to yours again and your body slams back, Joel’s strength pushing you further against the wall until his hands are lifting you enough to slide his cock between your legs. You cry out in pure bliss before he’s even entered you, just the touch of his head brushing your clit and sliding into your slit.

“I’ll have you anytime I want, isn’t that right?” he says, close to your mouth. You push your hips into his in response and kiss him again.

“Yes, Joel,” you whimper dutifully, wrapping yourself more tightly around him.

“Any way I want?” he asks, sliding his thick head over your clit again, making you bear down on him a little harder.

“Mhmm,” you moan out.

“I do good tonight, baby?” Joel asks with a raspy voice, resting his cock at your entrance and pushing in slightly. You gasp at the sensation and nod.

“They adored you,” you manage to say through his continuous pushing into you, filling you inch by inch with his length. “T-thought you might need to relieve some s-stress after tonight, though.”

“So thoughtful, aren’t ya? Sweet little thing,” Joel grumbles into your shoulder, fully inside of you now. “Wantin’ me to use you, hm? Think I’m stressed and want me to fuck it out on you, baby?”

“Please,” you say, thrusting your hips within his grip to create some movement inside of you.

“Anythin’ for you, darlin’,” Joel says, smirking at you before you’re slammed back against the wall again, his hips moving quickly inside of you. You cling on, hands and legs wrapped around him slipping along his back from the water as you cling on for dear life while he fucks you so hard you can barely keep up, quickly losing your senses to the pleasure.

“Yes, Joel, oh m-my god -” you whine, unable to do much else other than take what he’s giving you and moan every time you feel him pressing hard against your walls.

“S-so good at takin’ this cock, like a dream, baby,” Joel purrs as he continues his hard pushes into you, filling you fully each time. “L-like a fuckin’ dream.”

“Keep fuckin’ me baby, gonna turn the water off,” Joel demands suddenly, swinging the both of you to reach for the faucet. You do your best to grind your hips into him despite the awkward angle you’re now at and his hold on you. He groans as you roll your hips down onto him with each movement.

The water stops running and Joel holds you up with one arm while sliding the shower door open with the other, carrying you out and rushing to set you on the counter, immediately pressing a finger to your clit and rubbing in quick circles. You’re both dripping water everywhere but neither of you can seem to care about the mess you’re making.

He continues his fervent pumps into you and you crash backwards, your head hitting the mirror behind you as you moan even louder now. You barely even register the thunk of your head, so caught up in the flush creeping over your whole body as Joel begins pulling a climax out of you. He watches on with a satisfied grin as you completely fall apart for him, body tensing up around him as your legs pull him in. You cry his name, seeing stars in your vision and warm, exploding pleasure over your entire body.

You’re barely coming down from your orgasm when Joel pulls you flush with his body, sliding you off the counter and lowering himself to the floor, settling you on top of him as you straddle his hips.

“Wanna see you ride this cock, baby,” he breathes out, squeezing your ass with a firm grip as you begin riding him in a delirious haze. He boosts your hips up on every upward thrust, and pulls them down hard, filling you up completely with every downward stroke. The contact on your oversensitive clit sends you whimpering as you roll your hips, your body already desperately close to another climax.

“Fuck, baby,” you cry out, tears threatening your eyes at how close you are to release, but it’s just out of reach, the feeling of another high teasing you multiple times. “I n-need…”

“Tell me what you need,” Joel says, grabbing your face roughly by the jaw and sliding the hand down to your throat, squeezing gently. You moan in his grasp, trying to roll your hips even harder to get yourself off.

“Need to come, Joel, oh my g-god,” you whine. Joel continues his hold on your throat, pulling his face up to your chest and taking one of your tits in his mouth, sucking hard. His tongue swirls around your nipple and you lose control, shaking on top of him, your movements getting more erratic by the second.

“Such perfect tits, baby, wanna suck on these all fuckin’ day,” Joel mumbles into your skin before showing attention to the other hard bud, biting gently. You cry out, his sucking and nipping sending you over the edge you’d been teetering on as you moan out in strangled cries through Joel’s grip around your neck.

“J-joel!” you scream, the climax hitting you so hard your vision blackens as you bear down on his hips, a spasming, leaking mess on top of him.

“So fuckin’ pretty when you come for me, you filthy little fuckin’ thing,” Joel says, praising you through your high, grunting as he pushes into you hard. “Good girl…” he coos as you come down, his grip on your throat loosening until his hand snakes around to the back of your head and gently strokes your hair. He pulls your head down onto his shoulder, bends his knees, and begins fucking up into you. You moan through the sensitive aftershocks of your climax as Joel thrusts into you, intent on chasing his own pleasure now.

“So t-tight, sweet girl,” he mumbles in your ear, his breathing choppy and desperate now as the last tremors of your climax send your cunt tightening around him. “G-gonna come, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Joel, come inside me,” you whimper, feeling yourself tightening around his cock once more as he buries himself deep, the warmth of him spilling into you. He groans out your name and holds you tightly to him as his hips jerk upwards a few times.

“Oh… angel… you perfect thing,” Joel says quietly, continuing to hold you as he lets himself rest inside of you for a few moments. You stroke his cheek, running your fingers through his beard and he hums in pleasure. His hold on you loosens, and you pick your head up, only to hover your head above his and lean down, kissing him deeply.

You roll off of Joel and next to him on the floor, the both of you lying quietly, catching your breath. You drape a hand across Joel’s chest, and he tucks an arm under you, holding you in his favorite spot right under his shoulder. You lay for long enough that the water from the shower is drying off of you two along with the sweat you’d worked up, but neither of you dare move from where you’re holding each other, too enraptured in the feeling of this moment.

“Hey… tell me more about when you first saw me,” you say softly into the silence, grazing your hand lightly over Joel’s chest.

“Wanna hear me talk about how much I wanted you, hm?” he asks with amusement in his voice. “Need a little ego boost?”

“Yes, please,” you reply in a sing-song voice, eliciting a chuckle from Joel. “You said you saw me laugh…” you prompt him, eagerly awaiting his next words.

“Mhm, you were on the phone, laughin’ your head off under that tree in your parents’ backyard. I’d seen you before all that, but in that moment, I was so fuckin’ angry that you looked like the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Wanted to make you smile like that,” Joel says wistfully. Your heart lurches a bit and you find yourself smiling brightly, thinking back on those days. You’d wanted him so badly, and still do, of course, but you’d doubted so heavily that it would be possible to even get his attention. If that version of you could see yourself now… you wonder if she’d even recognize the person laying on this bathroom floor right now.

“You do. Make me smile like that, I mean,” you tell him, giving his arm a squeeze. “Although, nobody makes me laugh harder than Sofia, sorry. That was probably her on the phone that day. But I bet we were talking about you.”

Joel chuckles. “Oh, that so? Talkin’ about me? Hopin’ and plannin’ to seduce me, I’ll bet,” he teases you, and you scoff in response.

“Yeah, probably, actually,” you say with a laugh. “Okay, more, more,” you say, wanting to fuel your hunger for more information about how badly he’d wanted to be with you. Even though you’re laying naked with him after he showed you how badly he wants to be with you, you figure a little extra reassurance never hurt anyone.

“Jesus, girl, insatiable as always. Jus’ for information this time.” Joel scratches his head a bit, thinking of where to begin. “I mean, I just couldn’t avoid it anymore. Had to come talk to ya. Such a pretty girl, saw you watchin’ me all the time, figured… there was a chance.”

You smile smugly at the recollection. “You made me so nervous,” you say with a sigh.

“I don’t still?” Joel asks, a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

“No, you do, actually.”

“Be serious, darlin’,” Joel demands, and you shrug.

“I am,” you insist, “Being around you is fucking… intense, Joel. Makes me nervous all the time. You’re unpredictable, but in a really good way, promise.”

“Hmm,” Joel responds, reaching his other arm around you and toying with your hair between his fingers for a few silent moments. “I like that I make you nervous.”

“You would,” you say teasingly, and Joel gives you a warning, questioning look. “Big macho man, wants me to be so nervous and afraid of him.”

“Hasn’t stopped you from being a naughty fuckin’ thing though, has it? Always tryin’ to piss me off with your teasing,” he grunts, tugging slightly at the hair he was stroking moments ago. You gasp slightly, already feeling your body tingle with anticipation that comes when he starts getting a little rough with you.

“How could I stop, when what happens when I’m bad is so…” you gasp when Joel pulls again at your hair, your neck craning back, revealing the soft skin there, and his lips find it immediately. “So… fucking… good,” you whimper out as he sucks lightly, his tongue flicking your neck all the way up to your ear.

Joel suddenly stops, pulling his mouth off of you, looking at you with hungry, glazed eyes. “See? Fuckin’ putty in my hands, no wonder you’re nervous,” Joel says gruffly, his nose nuzzling your neck now, causing you to twitch slightly as he resumes all the pleasurable sensations he’d ripped from you moments ago.

“Just… don’t stop this time,” you say quickly, breathing into the feel of his lips kissing down your neck again.

Joel’s hand moves quickly, snaking across your body and reaching for your ass, squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark before delivering a swift, hard slap across it.

“Good girls say please,” he says, and once again, you’ve forgotten his favorite part - the begging. Maybe forgotten on purpose this time, you think to yourself with a coy smile as the sting of your asscheek continues, fueling your desire.

“Please, don’t stop,” you breathe out, emphasizing every word this time. Your body pushes into him, one leg draped over his as you grind on his bare thigh for several moments as Joel nips at your neck, moving down to your chest.

“Oh, so fuckin’ wet still, baby, you’re just a mess for me, aren’t ya?” Joel coos, feeling the slickness from between your legs promptly rubbing onto his thigh. His hand squeezes your ass again, pulling you into him harder with each movement of your hips.

“C’mere, I have an idea. Get up,” Joel says, pulling away from you, and helping you stand up. “On the counter,” he says, helping boost you up so that you’re sitting on the edge. “Spin ‘round now,” he commands, and you give him a questioning look without moving.

“You wanna come again? Then listen to me,” he snips, and you immediately turn yourself around so that you’re facing the mirror. Joel wraps an arm around your chest, standing right behind you and letting you lean into him.

“There you go, baby, get comfortable, eyes on the mirror,” Joel says, rubbing his hands along your chest and neck, lightly massaging you. You let out a sigh, watching his hands roam over your body from your reflection in the mirror. “Good girl, just relax,” he adds as you melt into his body.

“What is all this, Joel?” you ask quietly, still watching through half-closed eyes.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you with my fingers, just the way you like. See yourself fall apart for me, the way I see it every single time. See how fuckin’ crazy you make me,” he says before nuzzling your neck, his facial hair brushing the sensitive skin there causing you to let out a quiet, breathy moan.

“O-okay,” you say, finding your face going a little hot at the prospect. You certainly had never inspected yourself that closely in a mirror before.

“S’alright, sweetheart. You’re gonna see how beautiful you are,” Joel says, kissing your neck softly. You lean back onto his shoulder and nod, ready to let him show you. “Eyes up,” Joel commands, his hand splayed out on your thigh starting to move closer to the apex. You pull your head off of his shoulder and watch his hand intently as it traces up your leg. The combination of seeing and feeling his fingers sending goosebumps over your entire body is already turning you on more than you’d expected.

You watch as Joel dips his pointer and middle finger in between your legs, tracing along your slit, causing you to buck your hips forward a little as they briefly brush over your clit. It’s hard to keep your eyes open and focused already, but you see and feel Joel sliding his pointer finger inside of you, just halfway, and you clench around him.

“See? Already a fuckin’ mess,” Joel murmurs in your ear, pulling the finger out and dragging the slickness he’s gathered over your aching clit. You cry out, squirming at the touch, but the arm he has wrapped around your chest holds you firmly in place, making sure you take exactly what he’s giving to you.

“M-more, please, Joel,” you whine, seeing your hips move and push forward into his teasing fingers. He places the two fingers at your entrance, and you watch with a gasping moan as he slides them inside of you, your dripping cunt taking them with no problem as he pushes them all the way in. Watching his fingers disappear inside of you is so fucking hot, you can barely stand it.

“Wasn’t I right, baby? So fuckin’ pretty, the way you take all of me whenever I want you to,” Joel says, his voice rumbling next to your ear. All you can do is nod and meet his eyes briefly in the mirror, silently begging for him to start moving his fingers, and he does. Pushing them in and out slowly at first, curling them right at the end of every push inwards, making you gasp as he just grazes the perfect spot inside of you briefly each time.

“M-more, more please, it’s t-too slow,” you quietly beg, and Joel smirks. He pulls you tightly to his chest now, anchoring you before sliding his fingers in and out of you more quickly, and your eyes widen, completely enraptured by the sight of him plunging his fingers in and out of you, all your slickness starting to run down his fingers and onto his hand. Joel pushes deep inside of you, his fingers curling up and pressing in pulsating movements right on your g-spot, and you cry out, your hips bucking upwards and into his touch. His thumb begins to brush over your clit and you can feel yourself becoming undone at an alarming pace.

You now watch through a haze, and Joel chuckles deviously as he sees the look in your eye while you watch him fuck you relentlessly with his fingers, your slick spilling out and making a bigger mess by the second. You can’t even believe how god damn wet you get for this man, you’d never even thought this was possible, but here you are, dripping onto the counter below you as Joel’s fingers slip through all of it and deep inside your needy cunt.

“J-joel…” you moan out his name as your body heats up, feeling the need for release building inside your core, right where Joel is pressing deep inside of you.

“Yes, baby? You like watchin’ me fuck you with my fingers?” he asks with a low voice, and you nod furiously, your body slumped into his grip as you let yourself go further into the pleasure he’s doling out. “Think you could be a good girl and take another finger?”

Your lips part slightly as a moan slips out, but you manage to respond with a breathy “mhm”, before Joel pulls his fingers out and quickly adds a third before sliding it back into you hard. You cry out, lifting your hips and watching all of his fingers stretching you, and it’s incredible. You never would have thought you’d like watching something like this, but Joel knew what he was doing to show you just how perfectly your body can take him, how much it craves his touch, what you look like when you absolutely lose yourself to him. It’s god damn beautiful, is what it is.

“So fuckin’ tight, baby, I can feel you so close, squeezin’ these fingers. Watch yourself come all over my hand, you filthy little thing,” Joel says. With all three fingers fucking into you hard and Joel’s continued tight circles on your clit, you can’t hold on much longer, the tether holding you to reality snaps and a moan climbs out of your throat, your back arching as much as it can under Joel’s hold. Your head falls back completely, but Joel keeps his eyes glued on all of you, watching you writhe and shake under his touch as you cry out his name over and over while you come.

You manage to peer at yourself as you come down from all of it, and see the shine of sweat and glowing cheeks Joel’s left you with, and you smile giddily, breathing hard. Joel’s fingers slow down, pulling out of you as he kisses the side of your face. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, and you watch him through your reflection as he sucks every drop of you he can from them, while your mouth is curled into a sinister smile.

“Sweetest fuckin’ thing around,” Joel murmurs when his fingers are clean, and you turn your head to breathe in the scent of him, burying your face in his neck. You quickly turn around, wrapping your arms and legs around Joel and holding onto him.

“You liked that, baby? You understand why I can’t get enough of you now?” Joel asks.

“Understand more why I can’t get enough of you,” you reply, and Joel chuckles.

“My sweet girl.” He strokes the back of your head gently, pulling your head into his chest. You sit for so long, listening to his heart beat and steady breathing that it almost starts to lull you to sleep. Joel brushes your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and it startles you back to reality. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

You nod sleepily, taking the toothbrush as Joel hands it to you, staying seated on the counter as you two brush your teeth, stifling several yawns along the way.

“Wore you out now, didn’t I?” Joel teases you with a mischievous grin as you rinse your mouth out.

You shoot daggers at him with your eyes, but then chuckle, unable to hold it back. “You’re just that good, Miller,” you say in response, hopping off the counter and straight into his arms again.

Joel laughs at your new nickname for him, his chest rumbling your entire body with the movement. “Damn right I am,” he replies, nudging you away from him and towards the bedroom.

“Alright, c’mon, let’s go sleepy girl.”

You crawl into his bed, heavy lidded eyes peering at Joel as he settles in next to you, and for the second time in as many days, the word floats through your head. Love. You don’t shy away from it, but hold it close to you, letting it sink in, letting yourself absorb it, try it on for size. Let your heart wrap around the word and feel it as deeply as you’ll allow yourself to. Your lips part with the unspoken word on your lips, but you hold back, knowing now is not the time for it. But there is one thing you can quietly, secretly admit to yourself before you close your eyes for the night.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you hear before feeling familiar, warm lips brush your forehead.

God damn it, you think you just might love Joel Miller.

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 8 months

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Whumpuary Day 25-26 & 29-31

Prompts: Can’t stay awake | “You’re safe.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Drugging, Overdose, Allusions to past child abuse

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You shouted, keeping your eyes on Daryl while Tomi loudly rummaged through cabinets and drawers behind you. “Daryl. Daryl, stay awake.”

“M’tired.” The archer mumbled, eyelids heavy, breaths slowing before your eyes.

“Tomi!” You snapped again.

“They injected him with some sort of opioid. I need narcan.” Things were flying around, hitting the floor as the surgeon continued his frantic search. “How’s his breathing?”

“Too slow.” You shook Daryl again. Each time he responded, you felt a short lived relief but it never lasted long. “Daryl, stay with me. Look at me.”

“Y/N…tired…”

“I know but you can’t sleep.” Those normally sharp blues were dull, his pupils contracted to barely there black dots inside the pale cerulean. His eyes closed, head lolling forward. “Daryl? Daryl!” He inhaled sharply, giving you hope that he might regain a normal breathing pattern.

He didn’t.

“Can’t…can’t stay…”

“You have to. Just for a few more minutes okay?” You hadn’t seen when the man had used the syringe, only catching Daryl yanking it from his neck to angrily toss it aside before plunging his knife through the attacker’s skull. It wasn’t even a minute before the archer staggered back against the wall and slid down to where he still sat. “Tomi!” When Daryl’s eyes closed this time, he didn’t reopen them.

“I’m trying!”

“Daryl!” His breaths were further and further apart, agonizing torture to know that one would eventually be his last.

“If he stops breathing, you need to breathe for him.”

“Al-alright.” You could do that. You placed two fingers to his neck, counting the beats over and over, witnessing that number fall each time. “Please, please.”

“Got it!” Tomi dropped down beside the archer, foregoing any measure of sterilizing to just jab the needle into the muscle of Daryl’s bicep.

“What now?”

“We wait. He never stopped breathing. The narcan should level him out enough to move him safely.” The nod you gave was curt and unbidden, your sole focus was the rise and fall of Daryl’s chest. “Okay. Okay, good. It’s picking up. I’ll get a stretcher. Keep watching his breathing.” Another nod.

“Daryl, can you hear me?” Unresponsive. At least each breath was coming in at a slow, but steady pace. You could work with that for now. The wheels of the stretcher were loud in the otherwise empty hospital.

“Vitals are stable for now. I grabbed all the narcan but we need to have access to intubation supplies and IV fluids.” At your confused expression, he added, “I’ll need to insert a tube to help him breathe for a while if he struggles to on his own.”

You nodded calmly before the two of you struggled and fumbled to get Daryl onto the stretcher. Truthfully, the thought of Daryl needing a machine to keep breathing was horrifying. For that moment, you just continued to watch his chest, breaths remaining steady and unlabored.

It took only moments for an IV to be inserted and fluids to begin running into the archer’s hand. His breathing slowed only once more and one last dose of narcan was administered.

Hours later, Tomi concluded that Daryl was out of danger and would likely wake up at any moment. So you waited, instinctively listening for danger as employees returned to the hospital, the walkers having been cleared as well as the living threats, thanks in part to the man on the bed in front of you.

You couldn’t wait to get him home and sleep for at least a day, snug against his side with your head over his heart, able to hear each beat and feel each breath.

Finally, his fingers twitched in your hold, his head rolling back and forth on the pillow, face scrunching.

“Daryl?” You stood, leaning over him. He hated hospitals. The memories of so many visits when he was a child, broken bones and open wounds at the hands of his father. You wanted to be the first person he saw and heard, in hopes of easing that anxiety.

His eyes were clouded, tired and unfocused, when they finally landed on you. “Where ‘m I?” He slurred, still appearing to be exhausted and slightly influenced by the drug working its way through his system.

“You’re in the hospital. You’re safe and you’re gonna be okay.” You squeezed his hand, smiling when he weakly reciprocated.

“Tell me what happened?” His eyes were already trying to close, most likely without his permission but leaving him with no choice.

“When you wake up. I’ll tell you everything when you wake up.”

Daryl hummed and inhaled deeply before settling into a peaceful sleep; one you didn’t fear and from which you knew he would wake. For now, though, you’d rest your head on the hand holding his and count his breaths like counting sheep until you joined him in blissful unawareness.

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hugsandchaos · 4 months

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Okay, I know I said that Danny + dark crystal = Eldritch Danny reflex transformation, but this is separate from that. Let’s take a quick step back for a quick second, because I thought this was a good idea.

Danny accidentally touches Twilight’s dark crystal, or maybe he does it on purpose not realizing that’s the thing turning him into a wolf, and becomes a giant space bird. He could either be a raven, crow, or magpie, and here’s the explanation!

Raven or Crow: Ravens and crows are known as symbols of death or something like that, so that would be a reference to his status as a halfa. His dark wings would be perfect for glowing spots or swirls of colors like stars and distant galaxies on a clear night, and they wouldn’t really affect his hair color once he’s back to normal since the feathers are dark. Unless you want to add a few small random spots of white that eventually fade back to black.

This form would also have a ghost form, which looks pretty ethereal. The “living” form has dark feathers, eyes glowing like you took the moon, duplicated it, and put it in his eye sockets with a hint of blue, and several glowing white spots on the under-view of his wings. The ghost form has white feathers, eyes so dark that it looks as if light itself can’t escape it and somehow with a hint of green, and the white spots have turned black.

Magpie: I just noticed that when Danny had bird features in a lot of fan AUs, they’re usually magpie features, which I think is pretty cool! I mean, you can just switch the colors of the feathers when you go from “living” to “ghost”, and you get the best of white and black feathers in both forms! With this one, Danny could have a few stripes of pure white in his hair when he changes back, but his entire hair color doesn’t change like Legend’s did because his feathers were both black and white.

Both ideas could have a few of the same things. Here’s a list of them!

•White spots and streaks in the black feathers to resemble stars and comets, the patterns switching colors depending on which form Danny’s in.

•Under-view of the wings reflects the night sky, even during the day. Looks really odd in ghost form, though.

• ⬆️ Both ideas are for two reasons; To symbolize Danny’s obsession of space and blending in during night flights.

•While in his living form, Danny flies just like a bird. A giant bird, but still a bird, which is a bit of trial and error given how he used to fly. While in ghost form, his core does most of the work, but he can still use his wings to push himself even further.

•Living form eyes glow like the moon, ghost form eyes are dark like black holes.

•Eyes stay the same color? Blue in living, green in ghost.

•Danny is able to mimic sounds and voices just like a crow/raven/magpie. He has fun with it.

•Giant space bird form is 25 feet tall.

Scenarios with Corvid Danny!

•Twilight tries to calm Danny down, but after looking over himself and moving around a little, Danny actually gets excited and starts showing Twilight his new space wings. Danny will want to go back to normal sooner or later, but for now, he wants to stay in this form for a bit. Still, he knows the crystal belongs to Twilight, so he asks him if he can stay in the form for “a bit” to enjoy being a giant space corvid. Twilight was a little confused by Danny’s enthusiasm, but he agreed.

•Explaining it to the group. Twilight explains that the giant space bird is Danny, and when Sky offers to turn him back, Danny refuses and explains again that he wants to see what this form can do first. And then he shows off his space wings, because that’s his favorite part about the whole situation. He has no idea why his form is a giant space bird, but he’s not complaining! Twilight says that he’s letting Danny borrow the crystal for a bit, but there’s obviously going to be a few rules.

•Danny’s not allowed to go near civilization, he’s to avoid travelers, no flying too far, no fighting until he gets used to this form to avoid mishaps, and no jumping off cliffs to practice flying! Get down from there, space nerd!

•Danny carries them and lets them mess with his feathers as long as they don’t pull. I think Sky is most likely to ride on Danny’s back for fun and anyone can climb up onto his head to get a vantage point of the area, but who’s the first to actually ask? Danny suggested it, actually! He wanted the others to see the view he did and lowered his head, then told them to climb on. Then his lifted his head back up, slowly so he wouldn’t drop them, and let them watch the view with him.

•It’s snowing. The group can’t find shelter to get the fire started and they’re tired. Corvid Danny uses his wings to make a tent for them! His wings are really big to support his weight and size, so it worked! Oh, and don’t worry! The temperature wasn’t actually bad for Danny. 1; He has feathers. 2; He’s used to these temperatures and lower. 3; His ghost half.

•Danny practicing flying whenever he gets the chance. He picks up on it pretty quickly! Half of it is from closely watching normal ravens/crows/magpies flying and copying them, and the other half is trial and error.

•Normal corvids flock to Space Corvid Danny and talk to him. They think the strange, giant bird with wings like the night sky needs investigation, and they ultimately decide that he’s friend material!

•Space Corvid Danny copying all sorts of sounds and even the group’s voices. He thinks it’s really funny, and he’s right! The group asks him to copy certain things, sometimes to make fun of each other, and it’s great.

•Space Corvid Danny VS Big Flying Monster!!!

•Space Corvid Danny talking with Twilight about how much he loves learning to see the world in this new perspective.

•The Links spotting or even making constellations in his wings. He gets really hyped up about it, and if they’re making up new constellations, they’re now obligated to make up stories based off it with him!

•The others got “animal habits” or something from their forms, and so does Danny! What are these habits? Let’s brainstorm! Definitely developing a fondness for shiny things, but his space obsession urges him to organize it into a constellation or some other space related art project… That’s all I can think of. 🙁

•Space Corvid Danny going ghost would be pretty interesting! The night sky patterns being inverted would be quite the otherworldly sight!

•He 100% gets Wild to take a few pictures with his phone.

•Danny either going to Twilight and Sky and says he’s had his fun and is ready to turn back, or he’s asked for it back and he agrees. Then he hugs Twilight and thanks him for letting him have such a fun opportunity. Twilight thought it was interesting that Danny didn’t freak out and immediately search for a way to change back, but rather want to explore this new perspective.

•As I’ve said, if it’s a magpie, Danny could have a few stripes of pure white in his hair when he changes back, but his entire hair color doesn’t change like Legend’s did because his feathers were both black and white.

•He might get the chance to be Space Corvid Danny again someday. Who knows?

Little bonus bit!

•Sam and Tucker think that Danny’s Space Corvid form is pretty neat and ask if he can still become a ghost, and he happily shows off! They climb on him, go for a flight, mess around with mimicking sounds, and overall have a great time together. Some of the Links think it’s sweet.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #linked universe #linked universe sky #linked universe legend #linked universe twilight #linked universe time #linked universe x danny phantom #linked universe wind #linked universe wild #linked universe four #linked universe warriors #Danny phantom x linked universe #space Corvid Danny

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kaminocasey · 10 months

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25 Days of Life Day: Day One - Decorating the Tree with Rex

Summary: The war is over. Rex has never decorated a tree, and you're excited to do this with him.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS, MY FRIENDS!!! I know this is a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but I got busy this week with work and family stuff. Excited for the next 24 days!! <3

Rex wasn’t keen on the idea of a live tree. Like, an actual tree. He told you it would shed and die eventually and you shrugged it off and smiled. At that point, with that smile, he couldn’t tell you no. In fact, from the moment he met you, he knew he’d never be able to tell you no. And now here you are, coming home with a seven foot tall tree because you batted your eyes and said you’d “formed a bond” with it.

As you fill the stand with water, Rex reads from the directions that the tree farm salesman had given him while you were staring at the tree with stars in your eyes.

“It says that it’s got about four to six weeks.”

“It’s alright. I know it’s not going to last forever.” You sigh, dramatically, making your husband laugh.

This was your first Life Day as a married couple and you’re determined to give Rex the most magical Life Day ever. On the way to the tree farm, he had told you that as long as you got to spend time together, he’d be happy no matter what. It still didn’t really take the pressure off you, but he was sweet for saying so.

When Rex gets the tree stood up, you do a small happy dance, making him smile, and pull the lights out of one of the boxes behind you.

“Blue for the 501st, naturally.” You grin.

“Funny.” He rolls his eyes, smirking.

You show him how to thread the lights through the branches and he stands on one side as you pass the lights back and forth until the entire tree is wrapped in lights, just begging to be lit up.

You’re saving that for the end, though, craving to see Rex’s reaction to your tree.

“What’s next?” He smiles, peeking at the box behind you.

You hold up a finger, making him wait as you pull out the silver and blue tinsel. He chuckles and shakes his head, in the cute way he does when he tries not to bust out laughing.

“I’m never living down the blue, am I?” He puts his hands on his hips.

“Never ever.” You reach up on your toes to kiss him before starting the tinsel on the tree. “Plus, you just look so damn good in blue.”

You throw him a playful wink and he can’t help but think to himself how incredibly in love with you he is. How did he get so lucky?

You see Rex sniff the air and you smirk, knowingly.

“That’s the tinsel. I love that smell.” You chuckle.

“It’s definitely got an interesting smell.” He hands you more of the sparkly blue and silver ropes.

“When I was a kid, this was my favorite part of decorating the tree.” You tell him.

“I’ll remember that.” He kisses you on the head, admiring the way the tinsel fills the tree.

“Now the ornaments.” You hand him an ornament out of the box and he stares at it.

“You hang them by the loops on the branches.” You guide his hand toward the branches and he hangs it and then steps away to admire it.

Maybe to anyone else, this would look silly, but the two of you know that this is an incredible new thing for the two of you. With the war finally ending, you could partake in life stuff like a normal married couple. Which is why you’re so excited for the holidays. You want to give Rex so much.

You and Rex finish hanging ornaments, some of them from your childhood. You tell him stories of how they came about.

When it comes time for the very last thing, you show Rex how to hang the star on the top. And as he hangs it, you take a holoscan of him to keep this memory forever. He looks so sweet next to the tree that he wasn’t too keen on only a couple hours ago.

“What do you think?” You ask him, staring at it.

“It’s great.” He grins.

“Hold on.” You smirk, reaching behind it for the cord and plugging it in.

It immediately comes to life even more and Rex’s eyes get wide, the twinkle of the blue lights dancing in his brown eyes. It makes your chest clench and when he realizes you’re staring, you look at the tree bashfully.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” You grin up at the six foot, fluffy Coruscanti Noble Tree.

“She sure is.” Rex isn’t even looking at the tree anymore, though.

As you lean in to smell the fresh noble pine, it really does remind you of your childhood. You know that Rex and the other clones didn’t have a childhood, so this is your chance to give him a little bit of one.

“I love it, cyare.” He smiles, taking your hand and kissing it. “Not as much as I love you, though.”

When he says things like that, it completely melts your insides. Unable to help yourself, you fling your arms around his neck, kissing him.

A knock on the door pulls you away from each other, indicating that some of Rex’s brothers have arrived for dinner.

“The guys are gonna get a kick out of this thing, just so you know.” He chuckles.

“Tell Fives if he ruins my tree, I’ll kick his ass.” You point at him as you go to answer the door.

“I think you’re more threatening than me at this point. You should tell him.” Rex laughs.

He has a point. You’re half tempted to put a baby gate around it just to protect it.

“Wow, look at that thing!” Fives exclaims, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek before walking into the apartment.

Echo shakes his head. “Try not to break it, we know how much you like shiny things.”

You and Echo share an amused look as you let the rest of them in. When you look at Rex, you see him showing his brothers which ornaments he hung and you feel a swell of pride, knowing immediately this is going to be the best Life Day yet.

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#25 Days of Life Day #25 Days of Life Day 2023 #Tcw rex #tcw rex x reader #x reader

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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"Lost" made me feel some unexpected feelings, so...

I'd like to request another angsty thing w happy ending. It's soulmate au and both Sev* and reader somehow know their soulmates are dead, so now in this world of predetermined happy couples they have to flirt like normal people.

It's pretty personal for me, because... I had a person who I felt like my soulmate. And he's dead. And I have to live understanding there probably won't be another crazy love like this when you feel like a two halves of whole, enhancing each other, mutually healing, perfectly fitting, understanding each other with minimum of words... But maybe one day I'll meet someone who at least will be able to make me feel safe and bring some calmness to my troubled soul.

*I just love Sev. It's my third Sev request and I know you fully understand me. Sev is gorgeous.

What Comes After

Summary: You’ve been a member of this support group since you were a young teenager, as your soul mate died when you were both children. Every day is a struggle, but you’re starting to come to terms with the fact that you have to look for your own happily ever after.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1435

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I'm sorry for your loss, I hope this story offers you the feeling that you wanted. I once read a fic where people who were "destined" to be together chose other people because of reasons in their lives, and the vibe from the story was "the love might not burn like a wildfire, but it smolders, deep and true." And that's kind of what I wanted for this one.

You release a quiet sigh as you look up at the building where your support meetings take place. You’d think, after so many years, that going inside would be easier.

It’s not.

Admittedly, most days you’re fine.

But some days. Some days the messy scrawl on your arm, written in dull grey, taunts you.

Mom, where did I leave my backpack?

Your soulmate died when they were a child. You remember, in vivid detail, the day the vibrant blue script turned grey. You had been seven years old, and you didn’t understand what was happening.

Your teacher did though.

You remember her wrapping her arms around you and sobbing into your hair while you waited for your mom to come and pick you up. And you remember your mother gently explaining what the grey color means to you.

Not many seven-year-olds have their entire life shattered before it even begins.

As it happens, though, there weren’t any support groups for young children who lost their soul mate, your mom looked. So she had to attend meetings to get information to help support you.

You were allowed to attend the groups, with your mom or dad, when you turned 13 years old.

And you remember how the other members of the support group seemed to crumple in on themselves when they saw just how young you were. Eventually, your parents could just drop you off at the support meeting, because the people had become honorary aunts, uncles, and grandparents to you.

When you were 17, you created an online support group for underage people who lost their soul mates. With forums, chat windows, and information to help them deal with the loss.

You’re 25 now, and you’re the head of the Angel Support Group, a massive intergalactic support group dedicated to supporting children and teenagers as they navigate grief. All forms of grief.

And even then, you still attend your weekly support groups. It’s nice, being around people who understand your loss, even if most of them don’t really understand how your loss is different from theirs.

You open your car door and step out while swinging your purse over your shoulder. You kick the door shut and lock the car, this is a safe area but it’s a good habit to have, and you head towards the building.

As you approach the building, you see a man hovering awkwardly near the entrance.

You’ve never seen him before and, as you move closer, you see that he’s a clone.

More tellingly, his entire left arm is grey, and the grey seems to go under his shirt.

For a moment, you think it’s a tattoo. And then you remember that one of the recorded soul bonds is injuries showing up on their soul mate's bodies.

And he’s covered in a lot of grey.

Too much grey.

Your heart aches for him, so you stop and walk over to him, “Hello,” You greet with a small smile, “Are you here for the support group?”

He starts, and you see his muscles tense, “…yes. My brothers say that I should talk to people who might understand—” His voice is much deeper than any other clone you’ve ever met.

“In my experience, it does make everything more tolerable.” You agree.

“I doubt I’ll be welcome.”

“Why would you think that?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a clone.”

“Well, you’re hardly the first clone who’s joined this group.” You reply reasonably, “If you need help, then you need help.”

He folds his arms over his chest, “You’re a member?”

“Since I was a teenager.”

He blinks at you, surprised, and drops his arms. You see his gaze dart to the grey sentence on your arm, and some of the hostility drains from him. “A teenager?”

“Yeah, well. At the time there weren’t any support groups for seven-year-olds who lost their soul mates.” You reply lightly, “There are now.” You pull open the door, “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

For a moment he doesn’t move, and then he sighs softly, “Alright. Lead the way.”

Later, you learn his name is Sev, and that he’s a commando. You learn that he never met his soul mate, but that he’s pretty sure she was killed in a Separatist attack. You learn that he’s been having a hard time sleeping and that his brothers are afraid that he’s going to allow himself to get hurt if he doesn’t get support.

It’s nice to see the support group rally around him.

It’s even better to see the tension and unease drain from him the more people share their stories and he realizes that he’s not alone in this.

As the meeting leaves you offer Sev your comm code, which surprises him.

“Just if you want someone to talk to,” You explain, “It’s not a bad thing, having friends.”

He accepts the comm code gratefully, and then you both go your separate ways.

Honestly, you don’t expect to see him ever again, let alone hear from him. But he surprises you.

He sends you a message late that night, admitting that he can’t sleep because he feels lonely, even when surrounded by people. You can understand that, so you sit awake and chat with him until you fall asleep.

It’s the start of a, slightly odd, friendship.

Sev isn’t a kind man. Calling him rough around the edges is a massive understatement and his confession that he likes fighting and enjoys killing should have sent up all of the red flags, but you like Sev despite it.

He’s not a kind man, but he is a good man.

On the anniversary of the day that your soul mark turned grey, a day you usually spend locked in your apartment, Sev invited himself over and forced you to eat and drink, and held you while you sobbed on his shoulder over what could have been.

And on days when Sev’s temper is on a hair-trigger, you seclude him away from the world in the safety of your home, curl yourself around him, and listen to him talk about what should be.

You’re comfortable with him, and he’s comfortable with you.

So, when your relationship with him changes, it’s not a surprise to anyone other than you and Sev.

It starts late one evening, almost a year after you met him.

“Have you ever considered starting a relationship?” Sev asks from where he’s sprawled across your couch, watching you make brownies for the pair of you to share.

“A relationship?” You repeat thoughtfully as you pause mid-stir, “No, I guess not. For the most part, people expect me to be alone forever.”

“Which people?”

“My parents, my siblings, my extended family.” You say, “With my soulmate dead, I guess most people expect me to not want a relationship.”

“That’s sucky of them.” Sev offers.

A laugh falls from your lips, “Well, they’re not hounding me for grandkids, so I’ll take it. What about you?”

“My brothers hope that I’ll find happiness even with my soulmate being gone,” Sev replies.

“What about what you want?”

He shrugs, “I want to stop feeling so empty all of the time.”

You smile at him, “I can understand that.”

Sev watches you for a moment, and then he sits up, “Do you want to go on a date?”

You set your spoon in the bowl and turn to face him fully, “A date?”

“Yeah.”

You don’t answer for a moment, taking the time to carefully consider his offer. In truth, you like Sev. You’re comfortable around him, you feel safe around him. And when you’re with him the empty feeling deep in your chest seems to fade to the background.

So you smile at him, “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He stands and walks over to you. Slowly he lifts his hands and presses them against your cheeks, and then he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes and lean into his warmth, “It’s not going to be easy.” You warn, your voice soft, “We weren’t born for each other.”

“Not that hard,” Sev corrects, “We just have to keep picking each other, over everyone else.”

“Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I might be overthinking it.” You reply as you open your eyes and smile up at him.

Sev scans your face for a moment, and then leans in and presses a light kiss at the corner of your lips, “That’s alright. We’ll figure it out. But we should finish the brownies.”

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, “Deal.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #vodika-vibes 650 event #clone commando sev x reader #sev x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks #soulmate au

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sucrealacreme · 2 months

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Supe Busters - Soldier Boy x female reader

Prologue

Summary : Vought has many secrets, project W is one of them. What happens when said project turns against them?

I don’t remember a lot of things. I'm not amnesic or anything, no, I just have blanks for certain memories. It confuses me to no end. Did I always have those powers? Or were they given to me at the late age of 25? I have no idea who I am, why I'm suddenly super abled. The only thing I know is that I'm stuck this way forever now wether I like it or not.

I don't hate my abilities. I pride myself in the fact I can control atoms. Yeah that seems like I'm overpowered but it's more complicated. I have to know the exact formula to what I want to manipulate. Now, I'm better. I can control most things like water, iron, most metals,ect… But still, in order for me to control atoms I need to know if it's like H2O or something like that. It can be annoying sometimes. Plus, if I try to split atoms to make like a nuclear explosion, I did try to see if I could do that, stupid idea but still, I have this weird electrical pulse at the back of my head.

I have no idea what I was made for. It wasn’t for war, nor pageants or any dancing and singing competition. So I stay hidden, in my small repetitive life. Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep. I have yet to find people with similar experiences. But I will soon, I can feel it.

Stillwell was in her luxurious office when she saw the results of the debate about if supes belong in the military or not. The no won surprisingly. Under the huge amounts of shock and disbelief, she barely heard her phone ringing.

“Hello?”, said Madelynn.

“Good afternoon Miss Stillwell. I have called you today to discuss a certain topic.”

“Oh, what is it?”

“I’M afraid we both know Madelynn.”

The woman sighed, thinking of a way to get out of this situation. She was thinking, thinking and thinking and thinking and thin-

“Mss.Stillwell?”

“Yes, yes sorry”

“I think the video still needs to be seen by the world, senator. I mean, people need to know who’s ruling our military and making sure we’re all safe, right?” said Stillwell in a passive aggressive tone.

“Madelynn, between you and me, your supes belong in a circus special show. Not in the defence system”

The woman suddenly had an idea. One that would change the world forever, but still an idea.

“We'll see about that senator”, Stillwell said before hanging up

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Fast forward 3 years

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You're now part of an organisation known to reunite what Vought likes to call “supervillains”. But truly, you're just humans who became supes one day and who can't seem to control themselves around supes.

Since it was revealed that supes are made and not some gifted people, questions and arguments are roaming around the community. If Vought made the supes, then who made the villains? Was it Vought or some twisted knock off? Do you have compound V or something else flowing inside your veins? And if so, why did this organisation chose us? Normal citizens with no criminal background? It's not like all of you had no family or friends or anything, no, you knew a proud and married mom of 3 children who became a villain overnight. There are even some people who were pastors, nuns or imam, nursery workers whose lives are now ruined by this thing.

But still. With the villain's accusations, you still had faith. You knew by now how supes actually were. A bunch of drugged up criminals with colourful costume but with a pristine white reputation thanks to the big V. Someone had to do something about it. Civilians were dying by the dozens every day because of supes.

“She was on the road”, “I said get out of the way”, “It was self defence”, “It had nothing to do with race or gender”. I’ve heard those sentences thousands of times now. A-train who straight went through a girl, Sun Light who burned someone with 3rd degree burns during a chase, Homelander when he lasered a random guy, Blue Hawk when he killed an innocent young black man. The list goes on and on.

When you discovered that there were others like yourself, and how supes just wouldn't take the blame for their actions, you decided to find the most powerful, strong, and fast people like you to build a whole team.

Your name is Y/N, you control atoms and you’re what they call a supervillain.

A/n : So it's my very first story, hope y'all like it. If there are mistakes it's totally normal english isnt my first language. Thank you for reading 😊

A/n 2 : I changed a couple things, again tell me if you have any remarks😊

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #the boys #the boys x reader #soldier boy x you #jensen ackles

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youbutstupid · 3 months

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Let’s talk about the Hankels and why, despite Reid having a bucket load of trauma, this particular event is portrayed as Reid’s biggest and most traumatic event.

So, besides Hankel, Reid has been shot multiple times, held hostage multiple times, kidnapped, imprisoned, beat up, you name it. But despite all of this, throughout the show we see glances, like the ones in 12x13, of the fact that Tobias Hankel is the biggest stressor of Reid’s life, and I want to discuss why that is.

In order to do this, I want to stress that people need to understand that he was not just kidnapped and beat up: that on its own would be horrific enough, but a truck load of other things happened during and after those two days of hell.

First we have the obvious; he was kidnapped and beat up. This is horrific, this alone would traumatise absolutely anybody. Then we have the fact that he was drugged and as a result of this, he became addicted to said drugs. People don’t seem to understand how two days of drug use can turn into an addiction but addiction is a tricky disease and a whole range of factors can contribute to how fast you get addicted, such as physical health, mental health, the strength of the drug, the type of drug, the circumstances in which it was given, genetics and also Reid’s eidetic memory. Because all of these factors were working against Reid in that time; he was physically weak, he was traumatised, he was given drug store heroin laced with psychedelics which are highly addictive, he was given them at his weakest, his genetics from his mum’s side mean that he is more susceptible to to psychosis and reliance and also he will never be able to forget the relief of his first high, it’s clear to see why he got addicted.

So he is kidnapped, beaten up and then basically given a narcotics addiction, next he is forced to choose someone to die and then they get killed right in front of him. Hankel tells him if he picks a woman, then he can save the other two and his team can save the woman he picks, but his team don’t get there in time and Reid has to watch as the woman he picks is murdered and he has to grapple with the guilt of knowing he contributed to that.

Then you have him literally dying. He died in one of the slowest and most painful ways possible, he had to lie there and choke on his own saliva until he could no longer keep any air in his lungs. He is brought back and the hell carries on.

Hankel keeps playing mind games with him, using religious phrasing to tell him that he is guilty of something and should atone for his sins and at that point, Reid convinces himself that there is something he is guilty of and that is being a bad son.

Because of this, he is then forced at his weakest to walk on his injured foot, with his arms bound and find a plot on a graveyard so that he can begin to dig his own grave. The mental and physical torture of this one act would be enough to ruin anybody.

Then, he gets the chance to kill his attacker, and he has to watch as Tobias dies. This kills Reid, because he saw Tobias as completely innocent and just a product of his father who was pulling the strings in Tobias’ mind.

Keep in mind, all of the above happened in the space of just 2 days when Reid was just a 25 year old agent who was barely even allowed field experience.

After all of this, after Reid’s world and his view on life gets destroyed, everything and everyone goes back to normal and he is left alone to deal with what happened to him. He is now an addict, he has ptsd, he has track marks on his arms and scars, any innocence he had left is gone and his mind which once was his biggest saviour was now working against him. Yet, the world is still spinning, and his coworkers have moved on and no one glances at him when his hands are shaking and he is having a flashback because they have their own lives and concerns and he is left alone with this.

In the years after Hankel, he is completely alone in trying to get sober from his addiction, he is alone when he is trying to grapple with his ptsd, he is alone as he is trying to adjust to work and being back on the field and he is alone in grieving the person he used to be. People say that when you grieve, you begin to get angry that the world is moving on as if nothing is wrong, and I truly believe that is why he is so angry in the last half of season 2.

So it is clear to see why the events of 2x15 still seem to overpower any additional trauma that Reid obtains in later seasons because they literally changed everything for him.

#criminal minds #spencer reid

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joongwooclub · 2 years

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fated || j. yh.

pairing: fem!reader x jeong yunho

tags/warnings: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smut near end, dilf yunho, yunho’s child likes fem!reader a lot. [aged up reader and yunho]

word count: 6.0K

✩: authors note - this was a quick (not to quick) brainrot, so please know this may contain grammar inaccuracies + misspells and I haven't had time to revise due to university.

✩: reblogs / comments + feedbacks are appreciated!! story under cut!

Jeong Yunho has been my best friend since childhood, we went through every single small and big situation I can imagine. I didn’t know when it happened but I had feelings for him. Maybe it was his golden retriever personality, or his tall body portion with his long delicate fingers that caressed your face. Shaking my head to get the perverted thoughts away from my mind, I looked at the boy next to me. His side profile was perfect as always as he laughed at a comment a fellow classmate said. It was a late Friday night, sitting in the bar with a small group of friends from my last year classes. It was bizarre to think that it was the last year of college and after this, everyone will be on their way to their own life. “Yunho-ah, what will you be doing after finishing the last year?” Mina asked, her eyes fluttering in a way to send flirtatious signals. Yunho gave her a smile, and it made my stomach turn. Was I jealous? Very much, but I couldn’t do anything since Yunho wasn’t my boyfriend. Just a crush. “Well hopefully I’ll level up soon at my workplace, I want to do business once I finish here.” He answered, a hand on his lap as his legs were crossed, like a true gentleman, I bit my lip as the group spoke.

My energy slowly runs out to communicate. Yunho glanced over at me and rubbed my arm softly, “Hey..you tired?” I nodded slowly, “Let’s go back home?” He whispers, my cheeks grew with blush as he was so attentive to my energy, but as well as he said ‘home’ like we lived together. I nodded and got up, “It’s getting late so me and y/n will be heading back. You guys stay safe.” Yunho smiled before handing some money to another friend to pay for his and my drink. “Yuyu, I can pay for my own drink.” I pouted. He just poked my cheek and shook his head, “nope~ I got it.” He didn’t even let me finish my new sentence as he took my hand and walked me out of the bar. Luckily we didn’t drive, so we were able to just grab a taxi and even more luckily, we lived a few blocks from each other. As the taxi took us back to my house, I looked out of the window, the night view flew by. I sighed, Yunho looked over at me. “What’s up sweetheart?” he questioned, I looked at him and smiled softly, “Just wondering how we would be once we graduate.” I spoke softly. Yunho awed and took my hand into his, his warmth warming my cold hands, “Well, we will have each other no matter what.” “promise?” “promise.”

[ 4 years later ]

That night with Yunho felt like it was a day ago. The promise of staying together soon broke as graduation happened and life became busy. Last thing I knew was that Yunho was now a CEO of a business, while I currently work at a small (not so quiet) preschool as a teacher. All those years for a teaching degree and I still landed a job to work with small kids. Could it be the baby fever? Maybe, but the thought of one day having a family was nice, but definitely not now. I mean, I am only 25 years old, almost 26 now. It was normal to think about family now since it was my mid-20’s but, no one ever caught my eye–not since yunho at least. “Ms. Y/L/N~” A small child called my last name, I turned around and smiled as my eyes landed on one of my favorite students, “Hi nina~ how are you.” I cooed softly crouching down to be eye level with her. Her brown eyes shined brightly as she was a naturally giggly, happy child. “Ma dada ist picking me..” she said. I tilted my head smiling at her, knowing she was still young so developing her speaking skills was something we wanted to work on. “Your daddy is what sweetheart?” I asked. “Picking me..um..up! Like sky!” she said excitedly. “Oh, picking you up! How nice~ what about mama?” I asked. “Mama don’t live with us. She went away.” she spoke naturally. I was shocked. I knew her mother, she wasn’t the best but she was trying as a young mom, around my age, so I didn’t have the right to judge. As Nina said that, she went back to playing with the other kids outside, the giggling and lively screaming of the kids echoing through the small playground. I stood up and started to clean up around the table area, glancing at the clock outside and notice the time they were about to be picked up. As soon as the clock hit 5pm, our alarm to come inside rang. Some kids ran inside, while others put away their toys from the playground back into the outside box and went inside. I gave them small smiles as we helped put on their shoes if they couldn’t do it themselves. One by one each parent came to pick up their child. Nina waited in the corner, tippy toeing to look out the small child level window. I cleaned up the remaining trash and watched for every parent and child that left.

Almost a full 30 minutes went by and Nina was still here. “Nina sweetheart, where’s daddy?” I asked, sitting down next to her crisscrossed. “Works late…he come..” Nina mumbles sadly. Her head tilted down and I saw her fumble with her hands, I bit my lip, feeling sorry, Nina’s mom was always a few minutes late, but not like this. So I took her tiny hands into mine and gave her a smile. “How about we play princesses?” I suggested. “Yay!! Princesses!! Will you be princess too?” I giggled at her half full sentences; I nodded and she smiled ear to ear. I rumbled through the toy box near us and pulled out some dolls. Nina finally sat down across from me and started playing, immediately forgetting about her late father. It was some minutes after when the door opened. Nina looked up and gleamed with happiness as she rushed to get up and run to whoever came in. I stood up and patted down my work jeans and looked at the figure. He had black hair, broad shoulders, he was clearly tall despite the fact he was bending down to kiss his daughters forehead. The obvious sweating told me that he rushed here as quickly as he could. “I’m terribly sorry for being late, please forgiv-..y/n?” his sentence stopped and I stared back. “Yunho?” I was shocked. His eyes turned from shock to the smile he gave in college, “daddy you know ms. Y/L/N?” Nina asked, looking between us. “Yes baby, we went to school together.” Yunho smiled, squatting down to his daughter. “HOW?! You look old, she’s pretty!!” Nina screeched. I held back my giggle as she said, “Nina sweetheart, don’t call your dad old.” I chuckled.

Yunho laughed and patted his daughter’s head, “come on baby, let’s go home.” He stood up and held Nina’s hand. He gave me a sweet smile, “I really am sorry that I’m late. Even though I’m a boss at my own company, it’s so much harder to leave. Was she okay?” Yunho asked, I nodded. “Of course, Nina is one of my favorite students.” I smiled, walking back to the dolls on the ground to put them away, “Nina told me about her mother not being able to pick her up anymore?” I mentioned. Yunho’s face turned pale, “y-yeah..c-can we talk about it outside?” He asked. I simply nodded and made sure everything was cleaned, grabbed my tote bag, and keys to lock the door, turning off the lights before closing the door behind me. Yunho parked his car right on the driveway of the preschool and lifted Nina into the backseat, putting on her seatbelt, before telling her “daddy needs to talk real quick ok? Listen to music.” as he turned on a seat tv and Elsa's Frozen started playing. As he closed the door, making sure to lower the windows a bit for air to circulate, he looked at me. “She listens to frozen loudly. So we can talk normally.” he said, and he was correct as I heard Nina sing very loudly to the song, mumbling at parts she couldn't understand. “No worries. I only mentioned cause she told me, but for file reason, I have to add you. Will she be coming back soon?” I said looking at him fondly. Yunho shook his head in a no motion, “I want to say unfortunately no, but I’m happy. We filed for a divorced a while ago because she told me she found someone better and the guy treated her better..whatever that meant. I just got full custody over Nina. You can remove Kyomi Cheng and add Yunho Jeong instead.” He explained. I made a mental note about the info, “Alright, thank you. I will make sure to update the files tomorrow morning.” Some silence filled the air before I made a comment. “Still can’t believe you’re here.” I chuckled. He smiled and nodded, “yeah, can’t believe we live in the same city even though we went to school somewhere else. Do you live around here?” “I do. A few blocked in Willow Crossing.” Yunho’s eyes opened in shock, “No way! I live in Fairview Estates!” I was equally shocked. Fairview Estates were the more expensive places, but it was really close to where I lived. “Wow, fate really has us.” “yeah..” I gave him a smile and hugged him, which shocked him again but his gentle arms hugged me back. “Well get home safely, I’ll see Nina tomorrow.” “First thing in the morning.” Yunho smiled. I waved bye to Nina who smiled and waved goodbye back and walked to my car. My heart was racing like a teenage girl again, seeing Yunho like that was like college. He still looked the same, except his face got sharper, he grew muscles, he was taller, and god, he smelled so good in the hug. His cologne clogged my mine, it smelled like Ferrari Light. I shook my head, I can’t believe I’m falling in love with him again just by seeing him. I focused on my way home, stopping by the store to pick up food for dinner and went home. The long day finally tiring my body as soon as I sat down to eat. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the time. 7:50 pm, I furrowed my eyebrows as I usually never have messages or calls at this time.

Unknown Number, 7:51 pm : HIIIII MS. Y/L/N

Unknown Number, 7:51 pm: I’m sorry y/n. Nina took my phone after I said I still had your number. Just wanted to say thank you for watching her. Would you like coffee tomorrow morning?

I smiled at my phone, even as a single dad now, Yunho was still the same. Caring and selflessness. I picked up my phone and typed back.

Me, 7:53 pm : Would love coffee!

Yuyu, 7:54 pm: Caramel Macchiato like the old days, right? :)

I blushed as he remembered my order even though it was years ago since we last saw each other. I texted back and smiled.

Me, 7:55 pm: wow, still remembered =D, anyways get Nina to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Yunho!

Yuyu, 7:55 pm: No Yuyu? :(

Me, 7:56 pm: okay, goodnight yuyu~

Yuyu, 7:56 pm: :D Goodnight doll (still your favorite nickname right?) Nina says goodnight as well. See you tomorrow.

I felt my cheeks fill with blush as he used a nickname (more of a pet name) I haven’t heard in a while. The way he used to say it in college always made me weak in the knees. It was honestly pathetic of me for feeling like this from just one moment with him. I sighed and put my phone on my night stand, the only light was coming from my lamp. I wonder how Yunho acted now since he has a little girl, does he tuck her in at night? Cuddle her as she falls asleep? Maybe he uses his puppy-like pout to get his little girl to giggle when she’s upset. ‘Why am I thinking like this?’ I mumbled to myself. Reaching over and turning off my lamp to try and sleep. ‘Let’s hope I can function in the morning’

The loud beeping from my alarm blared through my silent bedroom. I groaned and pressed stop, lazily getting out of bed. I looked at my phone, going to the weather app to see what the weather was like for today. The temperature was starting to get colder, and those weathers are what I liked the most. I got up and went to my closet to grab a beige turtleneck, topping it with a loose sweater to hang, wearing some simple leggings. After getting ready and adding small accessories, I quickly grabbed my bag and keys to drive to the school. It wasn’t a bad drive today, the crunchy leaves making me smile brightly as I walked towards the door. Setting up the classroom was easy and I finished quite quickly as the kids wouldn’t be there for another hour or so. So I sat down onto my chair in my corner and typed away on my computer, until I received a message.

Yuyu, 9:20 am: Good Morning :D, Nina has something waiting for you at the door!

I giggled and put my phone down to walk to the door to open it. I see Nina holding a Starbucks sandwich bag and holding my drink. “WE GOT THIS FOR YOU!” Nina giggled, I bent down to her level and smiled brightly. “Thank you Nina~ Would you like to go put it on my desk?” I asked, she nodded happily and ran inside, taking her shoes off first, before running to my desk corner. “She’s so energetic for the morning.” I looked up and saw Yunho smiling down at me. He held out his hand and helped me stand up, he was in a black suit, white button up on the inside, with shiny slick black shoes. He had two silver rings on, and his married finger was bare. I wanted to smile at the thought of him being single, but that’s just rude for someone who just got cheated on and divorced. I snapped out of my daydreaming and spoke, “Nina is an energizer. Just like her father.”, my comment made Yunho smile and chuckle deeply. “I’m glad. It’s okay for her to be here early right?” he asked, concerned. “Of course. Me and her can play princesses-” “DADDYYY~” Nina interrupted what I was saying, Yunho apologized and looked at his daughter. “Yes baby?” “Come in and play.” Nina pouted. Yunho looked at me, as if he was asking if it was okay for him to stay for a bit, “come in come in.” I motioned him, closing the door behind us, hearing the alarmed door lock for safety reasons. I watched as Yunho looked around the classroom, his tall figure could touch the ceiling if he was any taller. I sat down on the carpet with Nina as she played around with blocks

Yunho sat down next to me and watched his daughter ramble and play around. He sighed, but not a negative sigh, more of a relaxed one. “You’ve changed.” “hm?” I hummed, turning to look at him. His eyes connected with mine and I felt my heart flutter. “From college. You used to hate looking after kids and such..now you’re a teacher, being surrounded by little kids all day.” he chuckles. I blushed and focused back on Nina, “yeah..well.. You know, people change.” I said as I was quite embarrassed because I started liking the idea of kids when I imagined me and Yunho having one. “You would be a good mom.” Yunho commented while watching Nina. I could have choked on water if I had any in my mouth, “w-what makes you say that?” I stumbled. “I just know it. I mean we grew up with each other, plus you’re so caring and protective of kids, even if you personally don’t think so.” Before I could reply, Nina walked up to us and handed us some dolls. “I’m princess! You and daddy can be king and queen.” she smiled innocently. I looked at Nina big eyed and mouth a gap, this must have caught Yunho off guard too because his ears started to turn to a shade of red and he coughed awkwardly. “Nina sweetie, you can’t say things like that.” Nina pouted and whined, “it’s okay Yuyu.” I whispered, getting up I walked to my desk and picked up the coffee. “Thanks by the way.” I blushed, shaking the drink lightly, “ah, no problem.” Yunho smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, he stood up awkwardly and cleared his throat. “Okay well, thank you for the fun morning, I have to head to work now. Nina be good, take care y/n, I’ll be on time, this time, I swear.” He says, “Don’t keep promises you can’t keep.” I joked. He just laughed and nodded, “see you later.” He smiles, before heading out the door, the door closing slowly closing behind him, I watched as his broad shoulders slowly went out of view.

The day at the school went by fast. The kids were now taking their scheduled nap time, I made sure each kid was comfortable and tucked in before going back to my desk. I silently typed away on my computer, creating plans for the next few classes. I felt my eyes close slightly from the calm, tired atmosphere. I drank my water to stay awake and continued with my tasks, and before I knew it, the school day ended. Every kid greeted their parents, I waved goodbye to each kid with a smile, “see everyone on monday!” I cheered. Looking around the classroom, Nina sat patiently on the waiting stools. “Come on Nina, let’s go outside.” I said, she smiled and happily hopped off the small stool and ran to me, taking my hands into her small ones. I turned off the lights and made sure to have everything before locking the door. “Daddy isn’t here yet.” Nina pouted. I pat her head, “I know sweetheart. He can be late again. How about we sit out here and play a game?” I said. “What game?” She gleamed, I hummed, thinking of a small game that could still be stimulating for her, “how about I spy?” “how do we play..” she tilted her head. God, she was so cute, just like a smaller version of Yunho. I chuckled and sat her down on a step, while I sat down next to her. “If I say I spy..I will give a hint on what I'm looking at and you guess.” I said, Nina nodded softly like she semi understood. So I started the game, “I spy something with green.” Nina looked around, “..hm..tree?” she asked looking at me with a nervous look. I nodded and cheered, “yes that’s correct! Great job Nina~” I smiled, making Nina happy. We played like that until Yunho appeared a few minutes later, he got out of his car and opened his arms as soon as he saw Nina run to him. “Thank you.” he says and I smiled back. “No worries. I think Nina enjoys her time with me, right Nina?” “Yes~~ You’re the best!” she cheered as Yunho put her into her car seat. “I think I owe you dinner for always watching my daughter.” Yunho laughed while closing the door. “I’ll take that offer one day.” I said lightly, grabbing my keys out, actually parking closer to the school this time. “Get home safely Mr. Jeong.” I waved bye, Yunho bit his lip before saying bye back and getting into his car.

Multiple weeks passed, and weeks turned into months. It turned to a routine of Nina getting to the school early with my Starbucks order in her tiny hands as Yunho looked at her fondly. Each conversation with him became close again, just like old times. Sometimes I would think he would blush, but I always turned down that thought. We were only friends and that’s it. For this particular day, school was on break and I didn’t have a lot planned since I was far from family, and I rarely went out so hanging out with friends wasn’t an option. Somehow Nina heard that from a conversation with a coworker, and here I am in front of Yunho’s and Nina’s house. The house was actually quite big, it looked like two stories, the front yard was covered in light snow, decorated with cute Christmas decorations for the upcoming holiday. I rang the doorbell, feeling the cold getting to me despite wearing a warm thin sweater with an oversize hoodie with some warm leggings with beige fur boots. Yunho opened the door and smiled brightly, “Welcome y/n.” he greeted, allowing me inside. I walked in and was hit with the warm air and the smell of hot chocolate in the air. Nina wanted to make hot chocolate with marshmallows, she was dying for you to try it.” Yunho said, his hand accidentally brushing against mine as he was walking past. I blushed and softly nodded, “if you get too hot, you can leave your hoodie on the rack.” he says before rushing back to what I would assume is the kitchen. I walked in that direction as well and was in awe. The kitchen fridge had drawings by Nina pinned to it, with small photos of Yunho with his family and friends. One photo made me smile and blush. It was an old photo of us from college, his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, we were both gleaming with bright smiles on our face, the party strings and confetti stuck in our hairs. “We grew up so much huh.” Yunho commented, seeing me look at the picture. “Yeah, it’s unbelievable.” I said looking at him. I don’t know why it was still awkward between us. It could be me..I don’t know how to stop thinking about him. He clouded my thoughts 24/7 and I couldn’t get him out of my head. “Let’s go sit down.”

A few hours passed, mainly filled with movies and laughter from Nina as I watched Yunho play with her during slow scenes of the movies. It was nice to see him like this, I wonder why his ex would cheat and say she found someone better. He was a busy man, but he always tried to make up for his time by spending extra time with his daughter and cooking and playing with her. “Can I call y/n mommy now?” Nina asked innocently. That comment made me snap out of my thoughts. Yunho stopped giggling and sat up straight. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why do you say that Nina?” He asked seriously. “Because she reminds me of mommy, but better.” Nina said, pouting. I just got up from the couch, “sorry Nina, but I have to go.” I said, patting her head softly before rushing to the door. I heard Yunho telling Nina to stay where she was and I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I reached the door and opened it quickly, rushing outside, only for my wrist to be caught by the person I didn’t want to look at. “y/n? What’s the matter?” “Nothing Yunho, I just have to go.” I said deadpan, I wanted to cry, tell him I loved him, but how can I without ruining our built friendship again? Yunho’s grip tightened around my wrist then I felt his other hand spin me around, forcing me to look at his chest. “Look at me,” he said sternly. I never heard this tone from him besides the times I would cry into his chest about my pathetic, toxic ex boyfriends. I was shaking slightly, maybe from the cold, or the fear of looking Yunho in the eyes. With the little courage I had, I looked him directly in the eyes, I watched his eyes soften, “Why are you trying to leave-” I cut him off, tears were in my eyes, “Yunho, please let go of me. I need to go. I can’t stay here, I’m sorry. I love Nina, but what she said... I can’t handle it. I can’t handle it because you will never see me like that.” I started, getting out of his grip, backing away slowly. “I loved you Yunho, I actually still love you. Since we were kids, but you will never see me like that, and I don’t want Nina to think I’ll be her new mom when we aren’t anything.” I continued. I didn’t even want to wait for a response, I just rushed to my car, starting it and leaving before Yunho could stop my car. I knew he didn’t love me back…but how wrong I was.

Days went by, then it was weeks. I called my assistant to tell them I got sick and wouldn’t be in for a while, I ignored every text and call that came from Yunho. I really only responded when I knew it was Nina texting from her speech pattern and little kid spelling. I couldn't face him, not after what I said. Was I being childish? Sure, but feelings make you feel like that. I want to hold him, hug him, have him tell me it’s okay, but he’s not mine, and he would never be. I wiped my tears with my tissues as I sat on my sofa with an oversize t-shirt and shorts, used tissues filled with tears and snot covered the table as a twilight movie played in the background. Way to go y/n, a grown adult crying over a problem I made myself because I couldn’t control my emotions. The movie was loudly playing until my doorbell started to ring louder than the tv, I sniffed and paused my movie. I silently groaned, not wanting to open the door. I was going to ignore it, but remembered I was sad enough to deliver food and thought it could be my poor uber eats driver holding my two pizza boxes and cake desserts with extra whip cream. I got up and wiped my face to avoid being asked if I was okay. I didn’t bother looking at my peep hole, what a mistake. As I opened my door, Yunho stood there. He was wearing a simple black tee and gray sweatpants with gray jordans. I wanted to close my door, but he caught it. “y/n..please. Let’s talk.” He says, his voice soft enough that it made me want to cry. I didn’t have the energy to try and kick him out so I just moved away from the door and stepped back. “I just want to talk about the last time I saw- are you crying?” Yunho began before seeing my bloodshot eyes, I turned around not being able to face him. “N-No I’m not.” I said trying my best not to sniffle. Yunho sighed and walked in completely, closing the door behind him. I didn’t want to look at him, until I felt his arms wrap around my body, his hands automatically wrapping around the waist. His warm body heat transferred to me and I wanted to cry even more. He slowly turned me around and gently placed my head against his chest. “You can cry..it’s okay.” he whispers. I cried into his chest, tears kept falling, and Yunho just held me in the middle of my home. I probably spent half an hour just crying into his chest. It was like the old times, and my heart ached. Yunho’s shirt was soaked by the time I slowly got out of his warm hug, despite it being a black shirt, it was noticeable I was crying into it. “I’m sorry Yunho..I’m sorry..” I began to apologize. Yunho just looked at me sadly and gave me a small supportive smile, “y/n love, it’s okay..” he whispers. My head started to ache in pain as the crying took a lot out of me, I groaned softly and put my head against my forehead. “How about you go upstairs to your room? I’ll bring you medicine.” Yunho offered. “What? No I’m okay-” “Stop lying to me please. Just go lie down. I’ll figure out where your room is later.” Yunho said sternly. Not having the energy to argue, I just simply nodded, before heading up I mumbled, “my room is the one on the right at the very end.” before walking up the stairs.

As I laid down on my bed, my head began to hurt even more, Yunho came into my room a few minutes later with a glass full of water, and some head ache medication. He set the stuff down on my night stand, and glanced around my room. My sanrio stuff animals on one side of my bed, and some small posters of music and photos of trips. He chuckles, like seeing my room matched me perfectly. “What?” I mumbled, blush growing onto my cheeks. “Nothing..nothing. Your room just fits you that’s all.” He smiled, sitting on the edge of my bed. I didn’t say anything, too scared to speak to him now that he was in my room. I basically confessed and now I have to deal with the rejection. I reached over and took the medication pills and gulp down the water before laying back in bed. “So..can you just reject me, so we can move on..” “reject you? Why would I reject you?” I frowned at his answer, did he enjoy my pain? “You came here to say I’m sorry, I’m not interested right? So go on and reject me!” I said loudly, ignoring the thumping pain in my head. Yunho just shook his head, “You’re unbelievable.” “what?” I took offense to his comment. He stretched over to the point he was hovering over me, I could feel his warm breath on my face to my neck. His long body completely covering me. “You never even let me answer you that day.” He mumbles, “Because I know-” “No you don’t y/n. Listen to me y/n, I love you as well. I always been so scared to hurt our friendship, and when we graduated. Fuck, I regretted not telling you. Yes I got married and I have my beautiful Nina, but the love never felt like how I love you.” I was speechless. Yunho liked me, like actually likes me. “I..Yunho..” I tried to talk, but nothing came out. It was a lot to process, but my headache made it worse. Yunho looked at me, biting his lip before I felt his lips against mine. It felt so good to have him on me, I kissed him back, our lips molded together like it was suppose to be like this. We kissed for a few more minutes before I pulled my head back to breath. He was so breathtaking, no words could express how good he looked. “I..let’s talk about this later..maybe..” I mumbled. He tilted his head, “Your head still hurts?” he asked, I nodded in reply. He hummed then gave me a kiss on my cheek, “I have an idea. But I need your permission.” he whispers. I furrowed my eyebrows, “What is it..?” I questioned. “Well, I heard from some friends and maybe some articles..that sex helps..but only if you want it.” he whispers, his eyes focused on me. My mouth was agape, not knowing how to answer. I mean, SEX WITH YUNHO? YES, but my mouth couldn’t say it. “I’m..I’m okay with that.” I mumbled, looking up to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t have full sex if you’re uncomfortable. Just let me take care of you. Safe word princess?” My head buzzed, because why was he like this, so caring and sexy. I just wanted him. My head clouded with thoughts of him. “Hmm..it can be red.” I whispered, feeling his chest through his t-shirt. He gave me a smile, before his hands gripped my hips, he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead, before his head reached down to my stomach.

His lips kissed my stomach, reaching my lower region, his hands handling my thighs. He gave quick licks to my inner thighs. I squirmed at the feeling, but my lower region gushed with need. “Yuyu..please.” I whined. He chuckled darkly, “you’ve been calling me Yunho the whole time, so go ahead. Keep calling me Yunho. Or maybe you can call me something different.” He teased, his hands softly rubbing my thighs. “S-Sir please..” I whined looking down at him. His eyes grew dark and he smirked. I lifted my lower region and he gently took off my shorts and panties, his hands immediately cupping my cunt. I let out a soft moan as his fingers rubbed my folds, the feeling was new, but I wanted more. I felt his hot breath and he suddenly landed his tongue onto my folds. My hands tugged on his hair, pushing him deeper into me. His tongue swirled around and sucked. I moaned out, “mhm.. Fuck..sir, feels so good.” He detached himself from my cunt and chuckled, “Yeah? You feel good baby?” He whispers, his voice an octave lower. My head was hazy, his lips touched my cunt once again. He began sucking on my clit, pleasure spreading throughout my body. My nerves were on high, I felt my head fill with dopamine, as it felt so good. My lower region was tightening and I squeezed my thighs together, softly squeezing Yunho’s head. He gripped my thighs and spread me out, opening me more as he lapped over my cunt. “I..I” I couldn’t speak, only moans and groans could be let out. “Go ahead and cum baby.” He mumbled before continuing his action. I felt myself release in his mouth and he kept eating me out as I was calming down, turning sensitive. “Y-Yu..too much.” I whined. He detached himself and I saw my juices around his mouth, as he used his fingers to wipe his mouth, I watched as he inserted his own fingers covered in my juices into his own mouth and he hummed. “You taste good baby.” he smirked. My body was tired, but my headache was gone, I gave him a drunken smile, “Do I now?” I said, feeling like I was high. Yunho just smiled and got off of my bed, “I’ll be right back.” he says, before leaving my room. He came back a few minutes later with a warm towel and more water. “Where’s your wardrobe, for your underwear.” He asked, looking around at the multiple cabinets. “Bottom left on the 3 layer.” I said, he walked over and opened it. I saw him smirk and grab an underwear then close it. “We have to use those toys next time.” He commented, I blushed at his comment. He gently wiped me, knowing I was still sensitive, and changed my panties. As he finished, he helped me drink water then put the blanket on top of me. He laid down next to me, I saw him take off his shirt before his body went under the covers. His arms wrapped around my waist, making me a small spoon in the bed, and I blushed. His head snuggled into my neck as he gently left pecks. “Let’s rest for now. We’ll speak later.” he whispers. I nodded and felt my body get tired, but I knew how I should feel now. Loved. He was in love with me, and I was in love with him. “I love you yuyu..” I mumbled before closing my eyes. “I love you too, my princess.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for being frustrated with my dad's procrastination and finally calling him out on it?

I (25 f) live with my dad (50ish? Too mad at him rn to check, m) because of mental illness rendering me unable to work due to lack of treatment, until now.

Recently, after I had to be taken to the emergency room for a ruptured ovarian cyst that I'd needed checked out for years prior to it popping, I decided on a whim to bring up my mental illness during the follow-up with my doctor, which put me on a very fast track to getting diagnosed with severe ADHD and prescribed medication (more specifically 5 mg of Adderall twice daily). And let me tell you, holy shit, it was like a miracle, I didn't even know medication could act that fast.

Well, long story short, it fixed my time blindness and made me consciously aware of my dad's long-standing bad habit of perpetually putting things off until "next weekend", affecting several major things both recently and not, including my ovarian cyst that I knew I had for years but couldn't go to the doctor for on my own because my car was perpetually in use by my sister or broken down, picking up my prescribed medication for said ovarian cyst because my car broke down ages ago and he never taught me to drive a stick, fixing my car or paying someone to do it for that matter (I can't afford it on my own), teaching me to drive in the first place when I came of driving age, my prior autism diagnosis (which itself took years to ever get done), several attempts at homeschooling that fell apart because we both forgot about it simultaneously, at least one broken bone that I can remember, and yes, the ADHD that I could only get diagnosed because I piggy backed off of an actual medical emergency.

Needless to say, I am not happy about that, so with my new executive function in hand, I confronted him. I basically laid out that I didn't think it was normal to procrastinate that badly for years and that he should consider getting evaluated for ADHD too because it's hereditary and I had to get it from somewhere, and added that if they put him on Adderall too it might help him write his book.

However, my dad accused me of talking like an addict (it's only day 2) and threatened to call the doctor and make him change the dose or take me off Adderall (my dad can't do that and I'm contractually obligated to stop him if he tries). When I pointed out that the dose I was given isn't even remotely enough to cause an addiction this early and that it felt like he was upset with me for being able to confront him now, he told me to back off and that I was acting like a jerk, and he demanded I talk with my doctor about alternatives (my doctor very specifically had me start on Adderall because he didn't think anything else would be effective--and given my understanding is that the alternatives would make every other brain function as bad as my memory and executive function so they're not as bad in comparison and not even fix the lethargy and excessive sleeping, uh, I think I agree). Note, he doesn't usually act like this at all.

I know that Adderall's side effects include irritability and I've always been bad at self-evaluation when I'm mad, so I've decided to take to the Internet to ask--aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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princessroyal95 · 1 year

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My wife. My life (Charlotte Cracker x Reader)

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. If you don't like this type of content, don't read on, even if it means you'll lose information about the story.

I am complaining of pain! Damn Katakuri and his ways of leaving me on the floor! I love my brother, but I hate it when they throw me on the floor and I have a terrible pain in my back. I admit, I don't like being hurt. I had enough of receiving that blow and having this scar on my face. It's been a long time since that, but it's like all that happened yesterday.

I just want to get this fucking workout over with and go home. Katakuri doesn't seem to like the idea that I'm getting weak. I get a long sigh from him as he squats down to keep up with me. I just get a disapproving look.

"If Mom was watching you, she would have already taken your commanding position."

"And also the post of cookie minister." I hear my little sister Smoothie talking, who has a cup in her hand.

"You don't have to rub that in my face! I'll put my whole body in it until I can sit down." I know I'm getting weak.

"You must have a blank mind. Lately I see you worrying, it is not normal for you." Katakuri extends a hand to me to help me up, which I accepted.

"Is it because of ___?"

I don't even answer Smoothie's question. What's more, my mind goes blank for a few moments thinking clearly about what was happening to me. Could it be because Mom is rushing me to have a grandchild?

"Please tell me you at least slept with her."

"And you're young enough to ask such questions!" It's okay that she's 25, but fuck!

"And you're a 35-year-old man who hasn't fucked his wife yet! You've been married for a year!"

"Smoothie..."

"Sorry, nii-san." Smothie bows her head apologizing.

And I don't blame her. Yes, I've been married to ___ for a year now. Mom didn't really like the idea of one of her sons who is in charge of the commander's post having to get married since, according to her, it was a misdirect. Our obligation is to protect Mom and the kingdom from anyone.

All that changed when a powerful family arrived and wanted to form an alliance with Mom. What they proposed was to give them military weapons in exchange for their daughter marrying one of their sons. At first, she wanted to form an alliance with Perospero; however, the father of this young woman said that he preferred his daughter to marry one of his commanders. And without further ado, Mother agreed to let me marry her.

The truth is that I did not like the idea of getting married. I wanted to continue living my life as a single man and keep my eye on the ball. But I mustn't upset Mother because of what I agreed to.

The next day, after the alliance, I had to meet in person this young woman who, from what I heard, was five years younger than me. Well at least it wasn't a girl who had just turned 18. The young woman was waiting for me at the fountain near Mother's castle. She had her back to me so I couldn't see her face. And when she heard my footsteps, she turned completely around where I could see her beauty.

I remember that moment as if it were yesterday. I was stunned to see her. I didn't know how to react, especially with that smile she gave me. My sickly mind wanted to disfigure her; however, I held back and was able to admire such beauty. And the difference in size was quite enormous. I would say that her head reached the crotch area, so I'm not complaining. That way I wouldn't have to bend over.

When she spoke to me I was stunned by her voice. Sweet and velvety as if she were an angel. A creature that has fallen from heaven to sin with me. That sounded pretty good in my head. ___ calls out to me. A beautiful name for someone so young and so beautiful.

We kept talking until we didn't even realize it was night. We had a good time, I'll give you that. "You know? I heard that he was cruel and ruthless, but, knowing you, it's just the opposite", those were his words as she went off to her bedroom making my cheeks blush at such a confession. Why the hell do I get like an idiot in love when I'm around her?

And I know the answer. ___ made me feel special, like I was a child. I even acted like a child in front of her sometimes, laughing and cuddling. A love that I hadn't received in a long time from my mother or my brothers and sisters. A feeling that I had been longing for for a long time. I didn't want to admit it, but I was falling in love with her until the wedding day came.

I don't know why, but every time it was time to communicate that ___ was definitely going to be my wife, my nerves increased. Maybe because of the excitement of finding someone who liked her and treated me in a special way. God! I can't forget her dress! I had in front of me a goddess that even my brothers congratulated me on. I was sweating my ass off, afraid I was going to screw it up. And it wasn't like that. Everything turned out perfect thanks to her.

Every smile she gave me was a way of telling me not to worry that everything was going well. I feel so extremely stupid around her. She was always by my side talking to the guests and even broke the big cake that Mom had ordered. She is simply perfect in my eyes and you could tell by my smile every time I looked at her.

And now we live together as husband and wife on Biscuits Island where I am the minister of that place. The house is big enough to fit both of us. And on that very night of the wedding it was a great opportunity to hold her in my arms and feel her for the first time. I wished for it and I don't know how many times I dreamed of it. However, it didn't happen. "I'm still not ready to have sex with you," were some very harsh words to my head and my heart.

I decided to give her time to get used to this new life. And that meant sleeping on your own, too. Me in one room and her in another. Shit! Don't I know how to trust me? Why does she run away from me when I just want to be near her? And it's been a year now and we're back to square one. We look like complete strangers.

And now here I am, with my two brothers a little worried about the marriage if everything went well. It's great for me because I have a great wife who takes care of me and gives me all the love in the world. However, not having her for myself only makes me think of many things that are worse than death itself.

Without realizing it, I feel like someone is resting their hand on my shoulder making me look up and she was my sister. It makes me angry that she's taller than me, but she's half legged, after all.

"Why don't you talk to her? Talking solves things."

"It's not easy," I plead with my eyes closed.

"If you don't solve this problem, Mom won't hesitate to break the alliance." My eyes open wide when I hear Katakuri's words.

"I will never part with her! Never!" I shout to both of them facing each other. "Mom can't take away what makes me happy!"

"So work it out if you don't want things to get worse."

And he is right. Katakuri was always right about one thing. I sat down with my head and then I left that room ready to go to Biscuits Island. The truth is that it was already being done and it was about going home to be with her.

Just talking solves things, but what if we really don't solve things? Will Mom really break the alliance if I don't have a child with her? I don't mind having a child right now, I just want to share a bed with her. Waking up in the morning and knowing that she has been sleeping with me all night. To see her smile and to say good morning to me.

That's all I ask for in my life. Fuck! Is it that hard? Thanks to my sister Brûlée's mirrors I got home. It was a kind of shortcut and the truth is that my sister's ability was an advantage. I was already in front of my home. Big and luxurious made of all kinds of candy. I breathe in the atmosphere with all the tranquility of the world and then release it on my lips. It's now or never. I must talk to her.

I open the door of my house and the first thing I hear are the footsteps of ___ walking back and forth. At this hour I suppose she is setting the table.

"I'm home now," I shout, announcing my arrival as usual.

"Welcome, darling." And, as always, she welcomes me from the entrance with a smile. I blush like an idiot when she calls me like this, I'm not used to it. "I thought you were going to be late, you know, because of Katakuri-san's training."

"My brother actually took pity on me and let me go," I lie.

"That's great. Come, dinner is ready."

How this woman takes care of me. I'm a disaster for certain things and I just didn't expect my life to change because of her. My wife. I still didn't believe it. I smile like an idiot when I think of that name in my head.

My steps become firm as I approach the table with the dishes already on top of me. As neat as ever. I would have scattered everything without a second thought and eaten like a pig as I used to do when I was a child. And my eyes go to the kitchen which was not far away. I approach to lean on the entrance, watching my wife concentrate on her task. Fuck, in that position I would like to hug her. So small and so delicate. Although when she gets angry she is a thousand times worse than me.

"I must do it. It's my chance," with that thought in my head, I walk over to where I was ___ to lean my whole body over and embrace her, feeling her jump in surprise. God, how I missed this feeling of closeness to her. I feel calm and relaxed.

"Cracker, are you okay?"

"I'm great." I can't tell you how relaxed I feel being with you.

"Has Katakuri-san done anything to make you this way?"

"Like what?"

"Cuddly and unloving." She just laughs sweetly. "Although the truth doesn't bother me."

"You would never bother."

"When it comes to clothes scattered on the floor, yes."

"Because I am lazy at picking them up."

"You idiot."

Now or never. This is my big chance. I want to do it with her, I've always wanted it and I've wanted it badly. I raise my arm to hold that ladle that was in her hand receiving a sound of surprise from her. Without waiting for it, I turn her completely around and without any effort, I make her sit on the countertop, thus having a little more height. My hands begin to run down her thighs, trying to tempt her. I want her to play along.

"Cracker, what are you doing?" From her tone of voice, I got the slight feeling that she wasn't liking it.

"Playing." A slightly hoarse sound comes out of my throat as I decide to lick her earlobe.

"Cracker, stop, I'm with the food."

"I want dessert," I say with a broad smile on my lips, "and it's right under my nose.

"Cracker...," she calls to me, but I ignore her completely. I just listen to my instinct that I wanted this so badly, "Cracker stop." My hands ascend to the inside of her thighs wanting to reach that forbidden part of her being. I feel my body starting to emanate that warmth that I know so well. I was getting excited about it. "Cracker stop!"

And, for the first time, after a year of marriage, I feel ___'s hands and legs leaning on my body and pushing me hard away from her. I just look at her in confusion without understanding why she rejected me like that. She always accepted every mime from me because she usually does it with me. Now it's different. Something strange resurfaces inside me. My heart was pumping hard without understanding why. I just looked at her in surprise.

I see how she embraces herself as if protecting herself from me. Is she afraid? Have we been together so long and I see that she is afraid? I couldn't help it, I was getting angry in a supernatural way. I never saw her behave that way. I would never hurt her. I clench my teeth and fists where my knuckles turn white from the pressure. I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" I scream all over the house and watch as she jumps out of the room at my scream. "This is the first time in a long time you're looking at me with fear, like you're afraid I'm going to hurt you! I would never fucking hurt you!"

She says nothing. She just shuts up about my sudden attack, all the more reason to piss me off!

"We've been married a year and I've given you enough time to get used to this new life! I'm sick of waiting! You don't know how much I want to make you mine and hear my name groan!" I hold my hands over my head trying to think clearly what I was going to say. But the rage consumed me. "And the worst thing is that we don't share a bed!"

"Cracker... it's hard to explain..."

"What is difficult to explain?" I repeat that phrase, as I approach the table and, with one movement, I break it into pieces.

"Cracker, please stop!"

"What's hard to explain?! Tell me!"

"I can't..."

I feel like my heart was breaking into pieces as if bullets were being fired into it. Why are you making me suffer? Could it be that...?

"It's because of my face, isn't it?"

I get a surprised look from her as if she didn't expect that sentence.

"It's because of this scar, isn't it?" I reach out my hand to my face touching that wound that runs all over my face. "You are afraid to see a monster like me at night and that he will hurt you."

"Cracker is not what you..."

"I thought I'd found someone who didn't care about the way I was. Who accepted me as I am." And, for a long time, I feel something falling down my cheeks. I was crying, letting out all that pain. "You gave me everything I didn't have as a child. Love, compassion... And now... And now my heart is aching."

"Cracker...," she was going to say something, but I stopped her.

"Leave me... I want to be alone."

I didn't want to see her face because of the pain I was feeling emotionally. It was unbearable as if needles had been stuck in my heart and left me vulnerable for a few minutes. My breathing became heavier every time I approached my room. I slam the door and sit on the bed trying to control all those emotions that have come up instantly. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?

With heaviness, I take off my shoulder pad and my shoes without wanting to do anything. The kilt was already in the way, so I threw it hard across the room. And reluctantly, I'm getting rid of my traditional hairstyle, turning off the highlights in my pigtails first. I feel my world falling apart. There is no longer any reason to continue living in this shitty life.

Now, releasing all that pressure from my hairstyle cascading down my back, I bring my hands to my face trying to suppress those tears that wanted to come out. I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want to suffer anymore. I just wanted to know the truth. That's all I ask.

My ears get louder when I hear ___ knocking on the door. I did not answer. I didn't want to see her. I was physically and mentally broken. However, she opened the door no matter what I said. Her steps are slow and steady at the same time. She was staring at the floor and I could see her feet. She was in front of me and I didn't want to look up to see her.

"I told you I want to be alone," I grunt in annoyance.

"Cracker, I can't stand it anymore and even more so knowing that I hurt you."

"You want a divorce, don't you?"

"No, I just want you to listen to me and then make a decision whether to stay with me or not."

Will you tell me what was going on? Why are you avoiding me? I didn't say anything about it. I just hear a little sigh from her understanding the situation.

"Remember I told you that I used to be married?

"Yes, I remember."

"I was very young, but my father wanted to form an alliance with that man through the wedding because he had so much power. I didn't refuse, I wanted to do his will. ___'s voice was firm and courageous. "Everything was perfect in the marriage, but all that changed." Now it changes to one of fear as if remembering an atrocious past. "One day, he came home drunk, he didn't stop screaming like a madman. I asked him to stop, but everything was in vain. He hit me... he raped me..."

My head automatically goes up when I hear those words on the young lady's lips. How could anyone hit someone like her? So beautiful and so perfect. And even more so, raping her.

"My first time was not pretty. From that day on, she started to mistreat me and treat me as if I were an object. I told my father and he understood the situation. I asked for a divorce and separated from that man."

"___..."

"I couldn't sleep, I always had nightmares about that man and I even had to go to the doctor to get checked." His body began to tremble and he took his hands to his body as protection. "I had already healed from the bruises and the vaginal tearing, but I didn't fully recover mentally. My doctor told me that I didn't have any cure for that remedy, that time would tell. And he told me that if I didn't heal my mind I... I..." She becomes a little choppy as if she will have a hard time saying what she fears so much. "I could not have children."

My pupils dilate instantly when I hear those words from her. Couldn't I have children because of that? Would it have affected her so much? I see how her cheeks are decorated by a few tears from her not bearing it anymore.

"I wanted to tell you, really. But I was so scared that I even feared that if you told your mother, maybe our alliance would be broken. I was afraid of not giving you children because of that trauma, that I would not serve as a wife. You are the first man who made me feel like a fool in love and that is why I treated you with affection because I saw in you someone who needed affection. I know that you would never hurt me," she takes a deep breath to continue, "but I can't go on with this fear!

I didn't let her talk anymore. I embraced her with all my strength without hurting her in any way. I didn't want to crush her with my arms. I didn't reciprocate her hug because I know she was surprised by my act. She expected something other than a hug.

"I don't give a shit if you can't give me children," I clarify by separating myself a little from her to look her in the eye and see what I'm saying is real, "I don't give a shit what mum says. I don't give a shit what others think about you."

"But Cracker..."

"What I care about most in this world is being by your side." I hold her hands firmly and decisively. "You are my wife. You are my life. I would kill anyone who dared to speak ill of you behind your back."

Her eyes shone as if she would have liked to hear those words.

"Cracker...," she whispers my name and stops his tears.

"I wouldn't abandon you for anything in the world You're the first woman a cruel and ruthless guy has ever liked."

"But deep down you're like a child. Sweet, brave and with many dreams."

"Because you made me bring out the child inside me." I rest my forehead on hers while looking into her eyes. "I want to share my life with you."

"And I with you, Cracker." Her smile comes back to life giving me that feeling of peace that I wanted so much to have. "I'm sorry if I didn't tell you and hurt you."

"Now it doesn't matter. What matters now is that we are here, you and I, and no one else."

I kiss her with determination, savouring those lips that I so longed to taste again. It was a mixture of strawberries and tears, and yet it was addictive. How long had it been since I had kissed her? I didn't want to think about it. Now my desire is to be with her more than ever. Our mouths move wanting to have more contact with what, playfully, I bite her lower lip receiving a little whimper from her, but I take advantage to invade her mouth with my tongue.

It was a fight of the one who dominated the one and I know perfectly well who was going to win that battle. I, of course. She surrendered completely to me. My hands, leaning on ___'s small back, slowly go through that whole area until they reach her bottom where I squeeze them firmly. I receive a small gasp from her on my lips. My eyes sparkled with pleasure, amused to see her expressions. And decisively, I lift her up to sit astride me. Her look was one of pure confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" My voice gets a little hoarse from that kiss.

"Cracker I don't...," I don't let it end because I kiss her again. A kiss that showed love and confidence.

"I want to make love to you," I say resolutely, not separating from her lips, "I want you to forget that trauma. The one you are sharing your bed with is me and not with another man. Be mine tonight, ___. I beg you, I implore you."

It's rare for me to ask for that kind of thing, but for her I would do anything. I just hope she accepts because I couldn't stand to be like that anymore without feeling her. Her little hands explore between my hair, almost intertwining her fingers with them to hold them firmly causing me to grunt. And it wasn't pain, it was satisfaction. She came to my lips to say what I so longed to hear:

"Make love to me, Cracker."

A time bomb is activated inside me and I kiss it with more fury than before. I didn't want to be separated from her. The desire to have her by my side produced an absolute happiness that I could not explain. I kept biting her lips in a dominant way. I had to control my wild side; although, it's impossible. Her perfume, her lips, her skin... everything about her was driving me crazy.

I leave her lips for a moment, which had some scars caused by my bites and I bite her neck leaving some marks. She is mine and nobody else's. I will mark her as many times as I want so that everyone knows who owns her. The gasps of ___ echo throughout the room giving me to understand that she liked the way I treated her. With some shyness, she strokes the entire length of my well-formed back from those trainings of my brother. I just licked and bit the gap between her neck and her shoulder.

My wife lifts her body a bit, wanting to reach a certain area. I was so concentrated that I groaned as I felt my earlobe biting from time to time. God, since when has she become a flirt? I was melting at her bites and the occasional lick. The trousers were already being annoying, they were squeezing me in a supernatural way.

Forgive me, but it was impossible for me to control my animal instinct. I tore the top of that dress where I heard a slight groan from her. I receive an inquisitive look as if she didn't like it.

"Cracker, that was a dress your sister gave me as a present.

"Fuck the dress, you're prettier this way." I look at her for a moment already looking at her half-naked body. I'm grateful that I'm tall and can see every detail of her.

"You are a pervert." She She blows up the annoying cheeks to which I hold her face with my hand and deflates them.

"You're getting to know my playful side, my dear."

With the other hand free, I hold her wrists easily by raising them to the height of her head. I like having her like this, at my mercy and so helpless, and that I am the one who provokes those moans that come from her lips. Oh, but there was one thing left that covered the view. I smile like a maniac where she only trembles with emotion? I wouldn't know, but it wasn't fear she had in her eyes.

I went over to that annoying garment that covered her breasts and took it with my teeth. A few seconds later, I pulled it out of its socket, freeing both its mounts from that annoying bra.

"Cracker, we need to talk about 'don't tear my clothes when you're excited'." For one reason, I found it funny.

"I think that talk won't do much good since I'll keep doing it."

"At least do me the favor of... Ah!"

Sensitive, huh? I already put a breast in my mouth without any difficulty and started sucking it as if it were a hungry little child. To make it easier, I raised her body a little more with one of my arms so that she could sit down and her breasts were at the same level as my face. From time to time I watched my wife's face. The faces I made made made my limb harder than I even think it grew a little more than I thought. Fuck! Look what this girl is doing to my body.

I let go of her wrists for a moment to hold firmly the other breast, massaging it. I had no difficulty at all as my hand was big enough. However, she rests her hands on my hair and squeezes them tightly where I grunt with satisfaction almost biting one of her nipples. I was liking it, and I wanted to prove it. I give a slight suction on her nipple to release it suddenly where I get a little moaning from her.

I raise my eyes, amused. Fuck, I was getting horny and it was fun to see her face. I was panting trying to catch my breath, her face was fucking sexy. "If it goes on like that, it'll explode", she was mentalizing me. And with a rather playful look, I took my hand towards one of her buttocks and gave a slight slap where she moaned in surprise.

"Cracker!"

"What? I wanted to know what it sounded like." Another hit, another sound. "And I like it."

"Stop it! It's not funny, you pervert!"

With one quick move, I lay her down on the bed and stay on top of her. My knees were placed on each side of her waist while my hands were resting around my beloved's head.In this position I could feel perfectly the difference in height and I was grateful that the bed was big.

"With my tongue I can run perfectly all over your body, did you know that?"

"That's not fair. Inflate those cheeks again, as I loved to bother her. "You're too big and I'm too small next to you."

"But you can feel my whole being."

Shyness is what you reflect now in her eyes when I said that. She looks so pretty like that. I love that side of her. She puts her hands on my well formed chest touching them slowly. She had already touched them, but this time, it was different. The air we breathe there is sexual tension between the two of us. Our caresses went beyond affection. It was desire and we could not resist it.

I give light sighs every time her hands descend touching every area of my being until they reach the kerb of my trousers. I thought I had taken them off, but I can see that I haven't. My eyes are fixed on his and I could see desire, he even bit his lip. Fuck! I'm on fire and the bitch wouldn't stop playing with my garment. Take it off, damn it! I'm begging you with my eyes! And as if my pleas were heard, she pulls down my trousers along with my boxers showing my manhood.

Her lips form a kind of "o" looking at my member with surprise. I can even notice how his body trembles before such magnificence. I take his hands delicately so that he can rest them on it and start caressing it. I can't deny it, I've been shaking and a hoarse groan is coming from my throat.

"It's huge."

"I know," I smile amused at his expression.

"You're just huge."

"Will you still say I'm huge?"

"It's true."

I laugh lightly approaching her face to kiss her lips while my hands continue to explore her body. Memorizing little by little every pore of her skin until I get rid of what was left of press on her. I can smell the excitement. It was an exquisite smell. I hold her buttocks tightly listening to a small sound of protest.

"I can't stand the urge to stick my dick in your dirty vagina."

"Don't say such things!" My fingers were already caressing her entrance. It's so wet. How can you tell that I drive you crazy, huh?

"But it's the truth." I bite her chin while sticking about two fingers inside her. It was already wet and I didn't need to prepare it.

I move them with some speed receiving those moans that I so much wanted to hear. I didn't look away from her at all times. I even licked my lips in real excitement. My dick was screaming at me to penetrate it now. And that's what I'll really do. I attract the body of my beloved while I get high, sitting on the bed with her on top.

We both moan at the same time as we feel the touch of our sexes. Her arms surround my neck as support and I hold her hips. We were ready to be one. There was no turning back. I wanted her and she wanted me. I kiss her sweetly so it's up to me as I help her get down and stick my dick in her once and for all.

Oh for Kami! What a nice feeling. She hugs me tightly which even bites my neck so I grunt slightly. I hold firmly her ass helping her to climb up and down on me. It's exquisite to hear her breathing near my ear as we bonded. It is delicious this feeling. As I wished to feel it.

Our movements are increasing each time we felt the friction of one against the other. I didn't stop kissing her and she didn't stop kissing me. ___'s hands intertwine again in my hair giving a little pull causing her to growl even more as I slightly bite her neck leaving a mark.

That room was becoming a witness of our love. Two bodies merged into one. Sweating like never before and that the movements were going faster. I didn't want this to end, it was too exciting, but I know that at some point this would end. Each time her vaginal walls were pressing hard on my member giving me the impression that an orgasm was about to come. Just a little more, little one. I want to feel you even more.

I am about to end too. I hold firmly her hips while I get on my knees without separating from her at any moment wanting to penetrate her with more strength than before. She nails her nails to my back giving a tremendous scream reaching the blessed orgasm. And I come inside her and can't stand it anymore. Fuck, this tasted great to me. I attract her to my body by hugging her with love and she kisses all over my face.

We both didn't feel exhausted from sharing this moment, but it was worth it. I kept looking at her face. She was so beautiful when she was tired. A smile forms on my face in a silly way that she notices and just laughs.

"Do I have monkeys on my face?"

"Oh, not at all," I honestly draw her body to me, "it's just... you look pretty like that."

"Silly," she lightly slaps my chest while laughing.

"___," I call out to her, receiving her attention in me, "I love you."

"I love you too, Cracker."

One month later...

I'm fed up with Katakuri throwing me down! Can't he be a little more gentle with me? I'm getting old! Although I shouldn't complain, I'm in a good mood because they've taken the reward out of my head. I'm evenly matched by my sister Smoothie. I don't know how that girl does it to outdo me.

And another day where I come home and want to be with my dear wife. I will have already put on a lover's face.

"I'm home now!"

"Oh, you're back at last."

"Sorry if I was late, my brother kept me," I apologize by patting ___'s head.

"It's all right. Come, please." She grabs my hand, leading me to the kitchen. I can feel her excitement.

My eyes are stuck on the counter with a big box to which I raise my eyebrow a little curious and strange. What does that do there? I didn't quite understand that I was even looking at the girl who was only smiling.

"It's for you."

"For me?" I stress the question a little by holding that box. "It's not my birthday yet."

"Don't be silly and open it."

Why so much effort? Well, what a remedy. Carefully, I open the box, I don't want to come across anything unexpected. I enlarge my eyes when I see what was inside. What the hell? Subject as a kind of shirt, but it was too small. This won't even fit! And there was not only one but a few more. Is this some kind of joke? I didn't get it.

She just smiled funny in my face for not understanding anything. Fuck! I'm not in a position to think! And the last thing I see is a letter. I hope this paper tells me what's going on and doesn't leave me in doubt. I start reading it:

"Hello!

I know you don't know us, but very soon you will, just be patient. There are only eight months left for you to see us.

We want to ask you a favour: take good care of Mum in these eight months because it will be a very long process. Protect her from any illness. Make sure she eats well so that we grow strong and healthy. If she gets angry with you, you only have to understand that we are to blame. When Mummy feels that we are moving, we want you to be the first to feel our kicks.

Make Mom happy because we know you are the best dad in the world.

With love,

Your children."

I was shaking when I finished reading the letter. My eyes were fixed on the phrase "my children". I turn my head a little towards the clothes and then towards the belly of ____. This is not possible. This has to be a dream. She is...

"I'm pregnant, Cracker."

Without being able to avoid it, I hug her tightly, holding her up in the air while I rest my head on her belly, listening to her laugh.

"Since when?"

"Since a month ago."

"My children. How many are there?

"From what the doctor saw, there are two. I couldn't tell you if they were twins or fraternal twins.

I was happy at this news that I kissed her, not once or twice, but many times that she was kissing me back. She is pregnant. I cured her trauma. Now I have to take care, not only of her, but also of our children.

I cannot deny that. She is my wife. She is my life. And I would kill anyone who hurt her.

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