#plus all the 'business speak' is a bit boring

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Just quickly popping in here to offer my theories for Step by Step.

Nan is Jeng's sister (and therefore the mother of his niece).

The reason Jeng left the company two years ago has something to do with Put...which will cause some conflict between Jeng and Pat in the final eps when Pat finds out.

Ae's pregnancy test was either a false reading and she is pregnant, or she has some other health issues, or (and I thought they would go there already) Kanun will find the test and their resulting conversation about it will cause a conflict between them.

I think that's all for now.

[2hightocare]

ACQUAINTANCES!

Synopsis: Jungkook and you can only stand each other whenever you guys are fucking, well that’s what you guys thought initially.

Parings: fuckboy!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader

Genre: college au! fwb! e2l!

Warnings: smut!! Open ending, no confession. Rough sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it) Smut with just a tiny bit of plot if you squint, reader is a squirter (sorry not sorry) daddy/mommy kink, cussing, blowjob, reader crying from pleasure, jk is a dirty talker, banter, a lot of bickering from both of them, cute fluff at the end for Valentine’s Day!

a/n: hai my loves, i disappeared for a while.. I’ve been really busy with school at the moment. But I wrote this short pwp for all of you as a valentines gift before I lag again.. I’m trying to write an actual f1 driver!jk fic right now so sorry if I’m not updating as much…. But anywho enjoy my little gift<3⭐️

“That’s my good girl, fuck." He plunges deeper into you, hitting your spot repeatedly. His hand lays on your head, pushing you down into the mattress, your makeup smudged from sucking his cock, and tears stream down your face.

“Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook pounds into you from behind; your legs are shaking, trying so hard not to give out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock spreads your walls deliciously. “Agh fuck.” You moan loudly, your mouth hanging open, drool spilling out onto the white sheets.

You reach behind you, pushing him off you. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he watches your legs shake. Your breaths are heavy, and you are trying so hard to catch your breath. “Take it off.” You whine about the condom; you reach for Jungkook's cock and pull on the clear condom, taking it off.

“Want me to fuck you, raw princess?” Jungkook groans, grabbing the base of his cock, giving your pussy a few slaps with his length, making you clench over nothing. Jungkook uses one of his arms to pick you up and turn you around, your back pressed against the comfortable mattress. “Feels good, huh?” He asks as he slowly rubs your swollen, aching clit with his thumb. Jungkook watches your expression, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes cloudy, trying so hard to keep them open, his hand reaching to your tear-stained cheeks, squeezing them, making your mouth form a kiss.

“What do you say?” Jungkook asks as you slowly nod your head. You were fucked dumb, and he knew that, which made him chuckle softly. He could tell from how you couldn’t even answer the question or even fight him for it like you usually do.

“Speak up; use your words, baby.” Jungkook smirks, giving your cheeks a light slap before squeezing them again. “Feels so good.” You slur, and you squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the tension your center is feeling. You have come four times now, and Jungkook none.

“Good girl.” Jungkook says before helping you sit up as he leans against the header, his hard laying on his stomach. Jungkook is packed, to say the least; even when he’s soft, you can see his imprint in his underwear.

It scared you at first when he pulled it out because, how the fuck was that going to fit in you? You swear you almost got up and left. 

“That’s not going to fit.” You say, your pointer finger pointing at his thick length in his hand. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jungkook chuckles, and you give him a glare back instead, showing that you are serious. “It’s going to fit; we’ll make it fit, baby.” He grins. "Plus, you can take four fingers; you’ll be fine.” He comes closer to you and says, "It’ll feel so good, I promise.” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back.

You crawl your way to him, stopping between his legs; his eyes bore into yours. “You’re so pretty.” He compliments you, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip. “Fuck off, you just want your dick sucked.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the base of his cock. Your small hand, not even being able to wrap around his cock, always sent Jungkook a sense of pride to his chest.

“Gon’ suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “If you call yourself daddy one more time, I will bite your dick; don’t try me.” You glare up at him. "Well, isn’t she back? Not even five minutes ago, you were calling me daddy.” Jungkook chuckles at your expression. You looked hot with his cock inches away from your face, slightly twitching, waiting to be sucked.

You and Jungkook had history; to say the least, you both kind of hated each other. If it wasn’t because he said something you didn’t like, it was because he breathed a little too loudly around you. 

Just something about his smug face looking at you and throwing snarky comments had you wanting to claw your acrylics into his skin. Which was something Jungkook loved; he loved watching you roll your eyes every time you saw him, and he absolutely loved it when you fought back with him.

You had no clue how you ended up throwing insults at him every five seconds whenever he would show up anywhere; you would say it was because he was a man whore. You heard from every girl on campus how good he fucked but left right after coming, or if they were lucky, he left before they woke up. But honestly, that really doesn’t matter now that you’re in his bed getting your guts rearranged almost every seven days of the week by him.

Jungkook doesn't hate you; he just loves challenging you. Plus, he thought the only way he could find himself talking and being closer to you meant arguing; he would take it. You are well known on campus as well; his friends warned him about you, but you were just his type. So who was he to throw out the possibility of having you in his bed?

You didn’t even know how you ended up becoming friends with benefits—something along the lines of a frat party, an angry make-out session, and sex in someone’s bed. Jungkook fucked you so good; you are hundred percent sure you passed out and saw stars.

What were strictly professional meetings? how you like to call them? Turned into sleepovers, hanging out, cuddling, and calling each other cute nicknames. You guys still fought; it was more like bickering now. What you both weren’t looking for was a catching feeling; it started as having sex whenever one of you was horny, but now you find yourself wanting to be with each other regardless if you guys’ had sex or not.

“Now I don’t want to suck your dick after you called yourself daddy; that’s such an ick.” You scrunch your nose, giving his cock a tug, making him bite his lip with a laugh.

“That’s an ick? Ick when you told me to call you mommy like a month ago.” Jungkook recalls making your eyes widen. “Stop, I was drunk.” You whine, rolling your eyes. “We both said we wouldn’t bring it up, plus I said it as in sugar mommy.” You try to explain yourself as Jungkook smiles down at you. 

“Sugar mommy? I pay for everything, so just shut  up." Jungkook chuckles, grabbing ahold of his cock, giving it a pump.

You only follow his movements with your eyes as your pussy oozes with your juices, your wetness dripping down your thighs. Jungkook presses his cock to your cheek before slapping it multiple times. “My favorite view—imagine this, but on my lock screen." Jungkook jokes, which makes you glare at him. “In your dreams.” You say.

“It’s definitely in my dreams,” he groans. Jungkook moves his dick to your lips before patting his length on them. “Open.” He orders, which you immediately do, taking his tip into your mouth.

"Agh,” he chokes in a moan as you suck on the swollen tip. You replace his hands with yours pumping in his shaft while you try to take as much as you can down your throat. “Fuck.” Jungkook throws his head back, and you bob your head up and down his cock.

“So big.” You breathe out before returning to bob your head at a fast pace. Drool accumulates in your cheeks, dripping down Jungkook's cock. “Don’t boost my ego more, baby.” Jungkook howls; his tattooed hand gets a hold of your head before pushing it down. You gag on his cock, but Jungkook doesn’t care as he continues to fuck into your mouth. “Aw shit, shit shit.” Jungkook moans with each thrust into your warm mouth.

Tears run down your cheeks as Jungkook uses your mouth. Your hands rest on his hip bones, tapping slightly whenever you need to breathe. “Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook mumbles, his cock twitching in your mouth, meaning he’s close. Before he could come, he pulled your head off of him with a loud pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum connect your mouth and his cock.

“Fuck!” Jungkook pumps his cock hurriedly, his eyes shut as strings of curse words leave his mouth. “Where do I come? Shit.” Jungkook moans, his abs flexing as his hips lift up with each thrust into his hand. “Tits.” You wipe your mouth, positioning yourself in front of him before he shoots strings of his sticky cum on your round boobs. “Ahh fuck.” Jungkook chokes on another moan, giving his cock one last pump.

His chest heaves as he tries so hard to catch his breath, peeking an eye open and seeing you on your knees with your tits adorned with his cum. You giggle at his state. “I think you just boosted my ego by putting ‘expert at giving head' in my resume.” You joke as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“The head game is strong. Who taught you that?” Jungkook asks, and an inch of jealousy pikes his chest as he thinks about you ever giving a blowjob to someone else that wasn’t him. “Myself, you can do so much with a dildo.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, running your hands down his chest. His cock twitches as he watches you lay back down on the bed, your legs spread open as an invitation.

“Have I told you how good of an idea it was to get this mattress? Yeah, this one is a lot nicer,” Jungkook says as he starts to hover over your much smaller frame. “Whenever we fuck, it doesn’t leave me with back pain,” he moans when he easily slides his cock in you from how wet you are, a sharp moan that leaves your throat.

“It's al- also comfy.” You moan between deep breaths as his cock hits your g-spot. “Yeah, yeah, whatever it’s comfortable to sleep on,” he chuckles as his eyes flutter shut when you clench around him, sending him deeper into you.

“Shit! tightest pussy ever.” His grip tightens on your thighs, which are pushed up by him. “Do you see how pretty your pussy looks being filled with my cock?” He motions to his length, buried deep inside you. The noticeable bulge on your tummy has him wanting to ram inside you without restraint. 

He watches as you just hum with your eyes closed, “I said look.” Jungkook's hand gets a hold of your hair, pulling you upward, making you see his cock in you.

“I’m going to get a cramp because of you.” You moan as you watch his cock slowly slide out, making the bulge disappear before reappearing again when he slammed back, making your eyes shut with a scream. “You’ll be fine,” he laughs before slamming into you. The grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as your eyes vision is just his cock sliding in and out of your pussy over and over again.

“Open your eyes; come on, baby.” He gives your hair a little tug, making your eyes shoot open with your mouth wide open. “Fuck! Prettiest view, huh?” Jungkook's hips slam into you repeatedly.

“Ah, cramp,” you moan as he lets go of your hair, making you drop onto the mattress with a shake. His movements didn’t halt as he continued to fuck into you. 

Jungkook holds onto your legs before powering into you. Your hands grip onto the sheets as the moans flow out of your mouth uncontrollably. Jungkook spreads your legs open before pressing his palm on your lower belly on his bulge, sending a sense of shock through your body. Jungkook feels your pussy tighten, which only meant one thing, “I’m going to squirt, oh fuck.” You rush out, trying so hard to push him off.

Jungkook found out you were squirted when he fucked you in the bathroom at a Christmas party. Your red skirt lifted up to your ass, and your Santa Claus hat held on for dear life with each thrust he slammed into you. You didn’t expect to leave the bathroom with a drenched shirt; you only laughed at his reaction.

Jungkook pulls out immediately, inserting three of his fingers in you before pounding them in and out of you. Your body spasms with each curl of his fingers inside you, sending spurts of liquid out of you with a scream. Your eye vision went blurry, and as your head went lightheaded from the immense pleasure you were feeling, your hands gripped so tightly on the sheets that they went white.

“Are you breathing?” Jungkook chuckles at your spent body on his bed. He gives your pussy a small slap before kissing your cheek. "Mhm,” you pout, closing your legs, which has him laughing before he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” You peek an eye open, watching him put on his boxers, his dick still hard from your guys previous activities. “I'm getting you a towel and clothes, princess.” Jungkook enters his bathroom, picking up a clean towel before making his way beside you.

“Let me clean you; spread." Jungkook taps on your thigh. You cover your face as he cleans you up. Small moans leave your mouth from the oversensitivity. You felt comfortable letting Jungkook do these things for you; even though they were super intimate, it didn’t feel wrong when Jungkook did it.

“All clean, let me help you put this on.” He motions to your pink panties you left a week ago in his house. Just thinking of Jungkook washing your underwear made your chest ache. "Up,” he says to your arms as he puts his black shirt over you.

“You didn’t come,” you say, looking at his erection. "It doesn’t matter; it’ll go away. Are you craving anything so I can DoorDash?” Jungkook skips over your question. “Wings..?” You pout as Jungkook picks you up and places you on the chair in his room as he changes the wet sheets for a new set.

“Order some; my phone is over there.” He points to his phone on the nightstand. Your heart skipped a beat. Not ever did one of your exes ever let you touch their phones, so for Jungkook to tell you to get his phone like nothing made your heart speed up, even if you both didn’t establish the boyfriend and girlfriend label.

Let’s just say you ended your night with wings in bed and a cute man cuddling with you all night until the morning.

[tiny-space-platypus]

Never really fit back in

Part 2 Daniel or Danyal or Danny?

previous

Danyal took a deep breath. There was only one person who could bring him to his brother. One person who could get him into the Wayne household. Vlad Masters, his godfather, though things were getting better with Vlad it was still awkward. He doubted he'd ever fully trust him but he was the only adult around who knew what he was and at least for right now wasn't trying to kill him for it. Plus he had access to the Wayne Galas and as his heir Danny did too.

"Daniel" Vlad smiled at him and offered him a seat at his table. "I was quite surprised when you asked to have a meeting with me" Danyal took a seat as dinner was served to them. He hesitated before speaking. Danny had been trying to prepare what to say to Vlad all day but now he was here, his mind went blank.

"I-" He paused as he pursed his lips before stealing his nerves once again. "I'd like to take up your offer of being your heir." Vlad stopped moving for a second as his smile faltered. he stared at Daniel. The silence was deafening. Danyal continued or well rambled after an uncomfortably long few minutes of silence. "The Fenton household hasn't felt safe in.. Well it's never been safe but ever since my accident it's just gotten worse. The house is always attacking me, even though my parents- Even though Maddie and Jack know I'm Phantom now that hasn't stopped them- actually I think they've just been ignoring me. And-"

"Daniel,"

"Since Jazz left for college, I've only really had Sam and Tucker but-"

"Daniel"

"They're now busy preparing for their own futures and all that-"

"Daniel!" Vlad spoke a little louder silencing Danny again then sighed. "I will gladly take you in, Daniel. It's the least I can do for you" Danyal relaxed a bit, though not too much. Vlad might be better now but he's still a power hungry fruitloop. Danny still had to be careful but at least Vlad's manor wasn't actively trying to destroy him. At least Vlad acknowledged his existence. And so Danny's new life began.

A few new changes happened after he started to live with Vlad. One he changed his legal name to Danyal (it just felt more real), he and Vlad still argue over changing his last name over to Masters but Danny's not ready for that. Danny had to start taking etiquette classes from both Dorothy and Vlad, Vlad had gotten him plenty of suits and other more comfortable clothes, and Danny had full access to his lab. Though Danny didn't go down there often, it gave him the creeps in a bad way. Most labs did at this point. Instead he had taken over a large room and had a work desk where he tinkered on what ever her felt like tinkering on, or schoolwork, or the loads of paper work he had to do for the Infinite Realms. It was kind of nice having Vlad help with that though at least someone could explain what half of it meant and wasn't as secretive as Clockwork.

Four months passed and things were going great actually. Things were finally starting to feel alright again, maybe this was the best decision. Eventually Danny did tell Vlad about being Damian's brother only because he would have to confront Damian at the Wayne Christmas gala.

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Damian just like his other siblings dreaded the galas but they were important. It was important to keep building relationships with the public and the rich. It was important to keep a mask on and play the very rich found family of Brucie Wayne. It was important to keep their night life out of the picture.

Damian got ready with his siblings as usual. He listened and complained with them about the Gala as Jason laughed and praised being "dead". At least being the youngest meant he wasn't as bothered by the guests as the rest of his siblings were. All he had to do was introduce himself to the guests, have his picture taken a thousand times and lurk around the party. A boring night that would be much better spent on patrol. Though he was just has confident that the others could Patrol Gotham without them as his father.

The gala was about normal, he greeted guests with his father as Tim went out to do some networking. Dick playing as his usual self, Cass lurking around, Steph tormenting people by being her eccentric self, and Duke wandering around and making small talk. The night was normal till Masters arrived.

By that point Damian had broken off from his father and went to see and spend time with his siblings. Though something felt off after about a half hour. Damian went to report this to his father only to find him still speaking with Masters who had a boy with him. He paid no mind to him. "Father there's-" Damian paused then looked at the boy standing next to Masters who was smiling at him.

Danyal. That was Danyal. That was Danyal. That was Danyal.

Damian just stared at Danny with a look of horror that his father caught quickly. Before Bruce could pull Damian away he heard his brother speak.

"Hello, Damian. It's nice to see you again"

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Bruce had never seen his son like that before. He had never seen that look on his son's face before. Something had to be wrong he just didn't know what yet. Bruce excused both himself and Damian from the Masters and brought Damian over to the others. He looked at his son who looked both terrified and shell shocked. Bruce spoke softly.

"Damian, are you alright chum?"

Damian started to hyperventilate and mumble in Arabic. Damian normally spoke in Arabic when upset but this was very clearly different. Bruce brought Damian to his room, not because he was in trouble but because he was freaking out and needed some quiet. That night for the first time Damian openly cried in front of Bruce. That night for the first time Damian held onto Bruce like his life depended on it and sobbed. That night for the first time Damian sobbed into his father.

Bruce didn't know what the Masters did to his son but they won't get away with it. That he swore. He'll have Tim and Barbara look into them later for now his son needs him.

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[fkinavocado]

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

extra / alternatively, read on wattpad

*timeline: somewhere after the main story

Home (word count: 6.5k)

“Honey, I’m home!”

You heard Harry at the front door and greeted him back, waiting for him to come into the kitchen to see the surprise you had waiting for him.

Home.

After your trip to Italy you decided not to head back to the US. Harry suggested you’d try London on for a fit, and after renting out a place for quite a few months, you finally decided this would be your new home. Harry brought his business back home so to speak, and you began hunting for the perfect place. It hadn’t been easy, but you’d found it finally- a typical Londonese townhouse, full of charm and history. And the fact it had quite the back yard had been a major plus.

The price point had been an absolute shock. Harry assured you it was a good area and that’s why the price was so steep but you couldn’t hurt but argue that he could’ve bought a mansion back in the US for that kind of money. 

Because, of course, Harry wouldn’t even consider debating some sort of arrangement in which you could chip in. The property was in his name, and it’s not like you were married, so it made sense in a way, but you wanted to at least pay the bills if anything. Harry would shut down any such attempts of yours.

Even though you’d finally found the place to call your own, it was still a work in progress. But it was home. Harry had made sure of it. He’d never ceased looking for the place that would be the perfect home for the two of you, for a fresh start together. 

There wasn’t much you had to tackle on, with Harry being the talented interior designer that he was. Not that he didn’t consult with you on every small thing and worked hard to turn your vision into reality. But the garden he’d left to your tending alone. And, well, until you could find your footing again career-wise, you enjoyed playing the housewife quite a bit.

Harry was treating you as such, anyway. He knew better than to rush this kind of thing with you after what the two of you had been through, but you knew he was just aching to pop the question. 

And maybe you were beginning to entertain the idea, too. The mere notion of marriage used to scare you, what with the toxic family you’d grown up in, but Harry was your rock. He was your forever, you just knew it. And you knew it’d make him happy. So you were trying to give him subtle hints that maybe he could be less tentative in his approach.

You were never much of a cook, but you did try, for him, for the two of you. Besides, you were starting to get bored at home. Job hunting wasn’t exactly being very fruitful, especially since you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to do going further, and Harry encouraged you to take all the time you needed and even insisted you could even not go back to work at all. He very much enjoyed having you home all to himself.

Not to mention all his talk of breeding you during sex, a kink of his (and yours) that had revved up quite dramatically ever since you’d been to Italy. You didn’t really discuss it properly outside the bedroom, but you knew deep down this was something Harry was genuinely hoping for. He wanted kids with you, no doubt. And that was something you were still trying to figure out for yourself. 

“Something smells delicious in here.”

Slightly startled, lost in your train of thought, you turned to him. And what a glorious sight it was. Harry had just returned from a football match (the way he insisted soccer was actually called here) with some of his old and newer buddies, and he liked to go all in. He even wore a proper jersey, the whole she-bang, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was a proper football player with the way said jersey clung onto his sweaty body, knee high socks and his hair pinned up messily in a small claw clip atop his head. 

“Oh, it’s just a little something.”

“Love, it’s not just a little something. You barely made it all fit on the dinner table!”

“Well, I know you had a long week at work and you’d been looking forward to go kick that ball around with the boys and would get back home famished, so… hope you like it.”

“Damn, I’m a lucky son of a bitch aren’t I?” He grinned and you made your way to him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Sorry, darling, I should go wash up first. I’m a sweaty mess.”

“No, don’t, the food will get cold. It’s been set on the table for some 10 minutes, the game took longer than I expected. Sorry,” you worried your lower lip between your teeth and watched him look at you endearingly and then even more so taking in everything you’d set out on the table for dinner.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart. I’m sorry it took so long, had I known what was waiting for me back home I’d have rushed back. But I had to wait for David to drive me back, and that wanker was trying to get us all to go hit a pub. Luckily everyone was feeling beat and he dropped it.”

“David… Beckham?”

Harry laughed, “I’ll tell him you said that. He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“But wait, why did you need him to drive you home? Didn’t you drive there?”

“I did, but I have an ouchie.” He pouted, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and you giggled before it actually hit you.

“What? You’re injured?! Where?”

Harry chuckled. “Hardly an injury. But I did sprain my ankle I’m afraid. Certainly feels like it, I can’t lean on it. It’s my right so I can’t drive.”

You were just now noticing Harry was leaning against the open space arch of the kitchen, resting his whole weight on his good leg.

“What are you standing there for?! Sit down, for god’s sake. And you wanted to take a shower–” you scolded him, which for some reason made him smile all the more as he limped to his seat at the table. “I’ll run you a bath after you eat. Let me get you some hygienic wet wipes at least, those hands look like you’ve been out gardening, I swear to god…” you left for the wipes, mumbling to yourself and could hear Harry’s low chuckle. He found your worry endearing but you lowkey wanted to wring his neck for not being more careful.

After going through all the cabinets in which you could’ve swore you’d stashed some, you returned to the kitchen. “I can’t find them.”

“I’ll wash my hands in the sink–” he made to stand up but you pushed him back into his chair gently, mindful of his injury.

“For god’s sake, sit down you silly man.” You then scooted your own chair next to his and started plating for him. 

“Y/N, this looks amazing. Truly. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

He sounded genuinely impressed and that lifted your spirits somewhat. “Well, it’s the least I can do sitting at home all day doing nothing while you’re out there earning a living.”

Harry gave you a long look, and you felt it so intensely that you looked up at him after you set his place in between the two of you, “what?”

“You know that’s not how it works. You shouldn’t ever feel the need to compensate in any way, my love. You know that. Have I not told you this enough times that it gets through in that pretty head of yours? This is not a barter. I’m not expecting anything of you. Not a single thing. I just want you to be happy doing whatever it is that you want to do.”

“I know?...” you cleared your throat, repeating to sound more convincing. “I know. I happened to like doing this for you. For us. Gives me a sense of accomplishment that I contribute to our home together. Is that so bad?”

Harry wanted to bring his hand to your cheek and then clumsily refrained, remembering he hadn’t had a chance to wash. “Of course not, sweetheart. But I’m just making sure you’re doing it because you genuinely felt like doing it. And just because you did this today, I’m not expecting it tomorrow, or the day after. You don’t need to cook. I enjoy cooking for us too, and we can always go out or order takeout, it’s nothing to stress over. Alright? Promise me?”

You smiled, taking in his genuine words. “I promise, baby. Now shush. It’s getting cold.”

He laughed and when he made to grab the fork you playfully slapped it away. “Nuh-huh. Dirty hands. I’ll feed you.”

Harry really laughed then, throwing his head back a bit. “Excuse you?”

“What? C’mon. Here comes the airplaaaane…”

Harry looked at you incredulously but eventually gave into your little game. He smilingly allowed you to hand feed him two forkfulls, then pushed his chair further away from the table, patting his left thigh. “Hop on.”

“But– your leg…”

“It’s the good one, c’mon. Do it proper if you’re gonna do it, hm?”

You gave him a pointed look and then plopped yourself in his lap, resuming forking food up to feed to him. 

“Baby, this is incredible. I can’t get over it.”

“Yeah? You truly like it?”

“I love it!” He widened his eyes for emphasis which made you giggle. After a few more forkfulls he insisted you ate some as well, and you didn’t bother switching silverware. You shared his plate and then you got up to get some more of your favorites, and Harry didn’t miss the opportunity to swat your bum teasingly. 

“Apron and all. Hmm. You know, this is starting to make sense now that I’m nourished and can properly take this all in: you were trying to seduce me. You little minx…”

“Is that right?” You plopped yourself back into his lap, scooting in closer to him this time around. 

Harry groaned, squeezing your lovehandle with his arm around your waist. “Alright then. I’ll play your little game. See if it works, hm?”

“We shall see.” you shrugged and he couldn’t resist pulling you in for a kiss before you resumed feeding the both of you.

Harry really did gobble down most of what you’d cooked. You enjoyed it as well, to your surprise. Sure, there was definitely room for improvement but all in all you could consider it a success. One of many, if you felt so inclined, as per Harry’s reiteration at the end of the meal.

You did keep your promise and went to run him a bath. He checked some work on his laptop that you’d retrieved for him while he waited, and then you helped him walk to the master bathroom and get into the tub. You realized it was worse than he was letting on, though, with the way he rested so much of his weight on your shoulders and kept wincing all the way. Harry was definitely not the kind to ever complain about any kind of pain unless it was serious, and while he wasn’t complaining he certainly wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he was in pain either. You loved that about him, the fact that he allowed himself to be vulnerable like that in front of you and not let his masculine ego get in the way.

“Shouldn’t you get it x-rayed?” You sat at the edge of the tub as he soaked blissfully, closing his eyes and getting comfy against the headrest. 

“Don’t be silly, darling. It’s just a sprain. I’ve had plenty. Will keep it elevated for a day or two and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’m not so sure, Harry. I’ve had my ankle sprained plenty of times too but you really look like you’re in pain. And I got a good look at it too and it looks really swollen.”

“Hey, I’m a shower not a grower. You know that.”

You splashed some water at him making him laugh, wiping the suds from his face.

"You're a brave little thing when you know I can't make any sudden movements. But just you wait, hm?"

But you were right. As the evening progressed it got worse, the pain was throbbing and although you helped him to bed and elevated his foot on some throw pillows, his grunts were intensifying.

“You’re so damn stubborn. What’s wrong with going to the ER?”

“I’ll see how I feel in the morning. I just need to sleep it off. Could you remove the pillows though? I feel it’s making it worse somehow.”

“Alright… but I’m getting you some painkillers. Be right back.”

You removed the throw pillows as he requested and went searching for something to help with the pain and swelling. Drugs had different names here, and you had to google some of them from the limited kit you’d gathered since you’d moved. Finally you found something that looked promising and decided to give him a double dosage, lord knows he needed it.

After you brought it to Harry and had him gulp them down with a full glass of water, you cuddled to his side and got comfy before you both resumed your reading. Harry had this habit of reading before bedtime and it grew on you too, and now you enjoyed reading before bed snuggled up together.

You were so engrossed in your book that you didn’t notice Harry dozing off. It was only when you heard his faint little snores that you peeked up at him from under his arm that he kept wrapped around your front as you laid into his side, playing with his fingers you hadn’t noticed going limp either. He looked adorable with his reading glasses that had slid down his nose somewhat, mouth parted slightly and book resting on his chest, moving with his deep breaths. 

You had the sudden urge to kiss him all over, but you knew he needed rest. The fact that he had managed to fall asleep meant the painkillers had kicked in, the last thing you wanted was to wake him up. He needed a good night’s rest to recover.

You carefully slid out of his hold, put your book away and turned your lamp off, then fished his book out of his other hand and placed it on his night stand, reaching over him carefully to turn off his lamp.

Just before you could reach for it, you felt his warm embrace engulf you, his hot, pouty lips sponging a wet kiss to your neck. “Leave it on, want to look at you,” he murmured against your skin.

You chuckled quietly, keeping your voice low, “oh no, big boy. We’re calling it a night. You need your rest, go back to sleep.”

“But you seduced me!” He whined and the pitch of his voice almost made you laugh with how genuine it sounded. You then pulled back a bit to look him in the eye when he kept his arms tight around you, refraining you from turning off the lamp, and took in his appearance. His pupils were dilated to the point where the green in his eyes was barely visible anymore, his cheeks flushed, his lips shiny and pouty, you couldn’t help but give in and kiss him. One kiss, is what you told yourself, one good night kiss and then you’d coax him into going back to sleep but as soon as your lips touched he thrust his tongue inside of your mouth without preamble, the kiss turning heated instantly.

His hands slid down your sides until they reached your ass, squeezing it firmly and then spanking you swiftly. “Little minx. Did you think you could seduce daddy and leave him hanging?”

You could physically feel your panties dampen at that. It didn’t take much for him to work you up, his words as effective as they’d always been. 

“We can’t… your ankle–”

“Plenty of things I can do without having to move much, sweetheart. Hm? How about you put in all the work for once. Take the day off from being such a pillow princess.”

You gasped at that and he bit his lower lip in amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief at the way his words had gotten just the reaction he’d wanted out of you.

“I beg your finest–”

He spanked you again, hard,  effectively silencing you. “Sure, you can beg. Beg, crawl, cry your little eyes out for daddy to fuck you silly. Let’s start with that, why don’t we?”

You gulped, panting heavily just from the dirty talk and the way he was looking at you. “Please, daddy… I don’t want to hurt you.”

You saw endearment flash over his face before he smirked, erasing any trace of it. “That’s cute, darling. You’re only hurting daddy’s feelings by not trusting me. Do you not trust me, Y/N?”

You nodded dumbly, “of course I do, daddy…”

“Then slide out of those flimsy panties of yours that you call pyjamas and crawl up here.”

You furrowed your brows while you did as instructed, but before you could ask him to clarify, he grabbed at you as he scooted lower on the bed, without so much as wincing so you trusted he was being careful with his movements, manhandling you right where he wanted you: hovering over his face.

“Would you look at that, darling. Made a mess of yourself already.” He blew against your wetness, making you shiver. He ran his hands up and down your ass and back of your thighs, and then spanked you once more. It stung particularly hard now that you were half naked. “Tsk. What am I going to do with you, hm? Kiss you once and you get all wet like a filthy slut. Thought you were being the good little housewife, Y/N. What happened to her, hm? Cooked me a nice meal, ran me a bath, tended to me, sat in bed reading with me. What happened that made her turn into such a filthy little slut for me all of a sudden?”

You whined at his degrading words and how he kept you hovering over his mouth, his nose nudging against your clit as he spoke, barely grazing it but making you squirm every time. 

He spanked you again, making you moan. “Asked you a question Y/N, answer me!”

“I was… you said it yourself, I was… seducing you.”

“You were, weren’t you?” He chuckled lowly. “Could see right through your little act. Doting on your daddy when all you want, really, is for me to fuck you silly in return. Didn’t know I was injured at first, of course… bet you were disappointed, going through all that trouble, not getting anything in return for it, hm?”

“No!” You whined, even though you knew he was just teasing to get a reaction out of you. You enjoyed a bit of degradation in the bedroom and Harry knew just how far to push it without hurting your feelings in earnest. “I did it because I love you, daddy… never want anything in return…”

“Oh yeah? So you’d be okay if I just plopped you back onto bed and kissed your forehead goodnight?’

You wiggled on top of him but he wouldn’t allow you to lower yourself, desperate for his mouth. He chuckled, “thought so. Like I said.. Just a desperate little slut for her daddy…”

“Yes… I am! So what?! Been good… I deserve it! Please, daddy, I’m dripping…”

“Not quite, I’d feel it if you did,” he teased, making you whine pitifully. “Maybe you don’t want it bad enough?”

“I do, I do… please, daddy. Please, please? Just one lick, I’ll prove it. I’ll be so good for you, ride your face just like you like. Let you bury your tongue inside me, get you all messy. Please let me.”

Harry groaned, throwing his head further into his pillow, narrowing his eyes at you. His resolve was crumbling and you knew it. Still, you gave him your best dowe eyes, biting your lower lip and bringing a hand to your tit, squeezing it through the thin crop top you were wearing. 

“Okay.” He tried to keep his voice level but you could hear the slight tremble in it. “Just one lick, better make it good, Y/N.”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, and when he finally allowed you to lower yourself a bit more so he could reach you comfortably, and his tongue swiped between your folds you moaned loudly and sank down all the way against his face, still careful to keep much of your weight on your knees but making sure you were flush against him.

His own moan vibrated against you before spanking you once, twice, three times in the exact same spot, making sure he left a visible handprint for you both to admire for the next few days. 

“Lucky you’ve got such a sweet cunt, sweetheart, otherwise I’d punish you on the spot for that little stunt.” He was panting heavily, barely getting the words out before latching his lips to your clit and sucking intently, alternating between long drags and short little pulsating sucks, and you mewled wantonly above him, desperate for more already.

Harry grabbed your asscheeks and guided you against his mouth, making an absolute mess of himself in the process, your fingers digging into his curls for leverage, the slight pull making him groan in pleasure. You glided against his mouth blissfully, all your inhibitions thrown to the wind; he always knew how to get you there, make you lose yourself in the feel of him to the point where you surrendered to your instincts completely. 

When he finally stuck his tongue inside of you, you threw your head back, and he brought his one hand off your ass to deliver a swift slap against your clit, making it throb deliciously. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch while your man devours your pretty pussy.”

You nodded your head, biting hard on your lower lip. “Just like that, daddy. Lap me up, it’s just for you.”

Harry loved it when you got vocal too. It wasn’t very often, a rare treat, and definitely only had its time and place when Harry wasn’t feeling too dominating. You could tell he loved it with the way he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and ate at you like a man starved. Harry ate pussy much like he kissed, he put his all into it. Wet, sloppy, passionate, intense, you wouldn’t have it any other way. He genuinely loved and craved it and it was driving you absolutely feral.

He grabbed at your hips, detaching you off of his face and spitting right against you before delivering another swift slap. “Turn around. Suck me, show me what a good slut you are for daddy.”

You clumsily did as he ordered and scurried down his body as he manoeuvred you right back over his face, wasting no time before he latched his mouth back onto you. You could barely think while he was doing it, let alone coordinate your movements, but you reached for him blindly and pulled his throbbing cock out of his sweats. He’d forgone underwear, as usual. You loved this angle while giving him head, you could slide him down your throat much easier this way. Which is exactly what you did, as soon as you licked all over his length ensuring proper lubrication, making him thrust up in surprise and gagging you.

“Fuck!” He added two fingers into the mix, either to apologise or reward you, you couldn’t tell, curling them right against your g-spot, to which he also had easy access from that angle. You slowed your movements, breathing in deeply through your nose and moaning around him, making him grunt and speed up his fingers, replacing them with his tongue, fucking you with it for a bit as he rubbed at your clit with the same fingers coated in your juices, then pushing them right back inside. He kept alternating between his tongue and his fingers and you were right on the verge of a delicious orgasm, but you tried to stave it off, wanted to get him there too before you gave into the pleasure and you knew you wouldn’t be able to work him as effectively.

You toyed with his balls and you sucked him just the way he liked, and you did notice he was trying his best not to thrust up again, but you weren’t sure if he was doing it to refrain from straining his leg or just for your sake. He loved it when you chocked on him, which is why you did it again, holding him in the back of your throat for longer this time and swallowing around him.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. Take it. Take it all.”

He added a third finger and you knew you couldn’t hold off much longer. Harry could tell too, knowing your telltale signs by heart by now. “Don’t bother coming if you’re not going to drench me, Y/N. I mean it,” he warned. “Either you squirt all over my face or hold it until you do. Gonna be a good girl for daddy and give me what I want?”

He could feel your head bobbing as you tried your best to nod while he stuffed your mouth, and with one final push to the back of your throat you felt him shaking beneath you, his whole body tensing before he shot his cum right down your throat. You pull off a bit and sucked just the tip, his warm release flooding your mouth and making you spill some too as he came violently. 

“Good girl…. Good fucking girl, Y/N…” he regained his composure slowly, resuming his vigorous pumps. “Sucked me dry, now let me have it. Fucking come for me, do it, right into my mouth, right now!”

The dam broke and you swore you were happier not to have disappointed him than to actually finally reach your peak. He groaned and moaned all throughout, sticking his tongue inside you again and licking you up and all around until you collapsed entirely on top of him and he knew you were spent and done for.

He helped you off of him, gentle at first but then he grabbed at you and made you hover over him for a heated kiss before you could plop to his side and fall right asleep like you usually did after he’d make you squirt like this.

“Did so good for me, darling, the best slutty housewife, aren’t you? Complete package, making me so happy. Daddy loves you so much, sweetheart.”

You mumbled something unintelligible against his mouth, as he kept peppering your face with kisses, praising you and caressing you tenderly. 

“Wanted you to ride me, but we’ll save that for another day. Have a feeling I should be resting tomorrow as well, make a full recovery.”

You groaned in protest and he laughed at your cute reaction, knowing full well how much you actually enjoyed riding him. You weren’t a pillow princess at all, and you both knew it. Harry just enjoyed dominating you too much for it to happen that often. 

But little did he know, that’s exactly how you were planning to wake him up in the morning. You were determined to take full advantage of this opportunity to dote on him in every way. He was sure to sleep in after all the physical activity and his body really did need rest. You made sure to bring a damp towel and clean up the both of you before you went to sleep, checked to see if the swelling on his ankle had gone down (it hadn’t), and then cuddled into his side making sure he’d sleep face up and not move around in his sleep much.

You woke up smilingly, realizing it was still early enough and Harry would sleep unperturbed for another hour naturally.

You slid out of bed carefully, tiptoed around the room to gather your phone and then quietly made your way to the kitchen where you googled the recipe for crêpes suzette. You grimaced as you took in how difficult they were to make. They were a favourite of Harry’s, so you willed yourself not to be discouraged. 

You kept glancing at the kitchen clock, time went on and it was taking forever, you hoped Harry would not wake up to the smell of it (it did smell quite amazing to be honest), or to the accidental loud noises you made whenever you dropped an utensil clumsily.

You were no housewife, that was for sure, even after all that experience waitressing, but cooking was Harry’s expertise. You’d made him proud the night before though, waiting for him with homemade dinner, prompting you further to do your best and spoil him a bit, especially now that he was prone to be a bit grouchy. Harry hated feeling incapacitated in any way, he rarely fell ill but when he did he tried to hide it until it was inevitable, never wanting to appear weak in front of you. He allowed himself to be vulnerable and pour his heart out to you entirely, but when it came to his physical capabilities, the man had one big ego.

You smirked to yourself in anticipation of his reaction later on. With still some time to spare, you showered in the guest bathroom, smiling when you returned into the kitchen with Harry nowhere in sight and the fragrant smell of oranges all around. You took his favourite bourbon vanilla icecream out of the freezer, scooping some out and plating it on top of the crêpes. 

You quietly made your way back into the master bedroom, Harry sleeping soundly still. Part of you felt like maybe you should let him sleep in some more, but then your plan would go to waste and sure, he’d still appreciate the crêpes, but your surprise wouldn’t be complete if you did.

You carefully placed the plate on his nightstand and then eyed the way he was tenting the duvet. Harry usually slept in the nude, not all of the time, but certainly always after sex. Removing the duvet as slowly as possible as to not wake him up, you felt your mouth water at the sight of his delicious length just waiting there, ready to fill you up and stretch you just right, in one way or another. You took off your robe you’d worn out of the shower, letting it pool to your feet and leaving you stark naked. You’d made sure to use his favourite body wash, even complete with the body oil from the same set he’d gifted you a while back. Your skin was glowy in the soft morning light, the sun barely peeking through the windows.

Carefully, you straddled him. What you really wanted was to slide right onto him. And you could’ve, you’d both woken the other up like this plenty of times. It was something you both enjoyed, especially in the middle of the night.

But for what you had in mind, you avoided his length that kept twitching tantalisingly in his sleep, and instead straddled his navel right below his butterfly tattoo.

You bent down to kiss him gently, your hands caressing his face and his body softly as you did so. Harry moaned awake, not in the least surprised to feel you on top of him for a split second, almost as though he’d been dreaming of this very scenario.

When he came to his senses fully his eyes widened, and his kiss deepened, his arms coming around you and his cock pushing into your backside.

“Morning, baby.”

Harry beamed at you, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear delicately. “Morning, my little love.” He kissed you again, humming against your lips. He made to flip you over but, flexing his leg muscles he was quickly reminded of his injury and he groaned in pain, tightening his hold on you.

“Fuck! I’d forgotten all about that for a moment there…”

You winced at his pained reaction, wishing you would’ve reminded him about it before he could try and move. “Is it as bad?”

Harry puffed his cheeks, exhaling loudly. “It’s… bad.”

“Oh my baby… I’m so sorry. Here, I have something for you to make it all better, hm?”

Harry relaxed his features at that and pulled back a bit to take you all in. “I’d say… fuck, you gorgeous woman. Want me to have a heart attack to make me forget all about my sprained ankle, huh? Interesting approach.”

You chuckled, biting on your lower lip at the compliment shily. “Even better.” You reached over and grabbed the plate, presenting it to him proudly.

Harry sat up a bit, leaning on his elbows. “Have I actually died and gone to heaven, then? Skipped right through that heart attack.”

You giggled, using your spare hand to prop some pillows behind him so he could sit comfortably back against them. 

“Do you know what it is?”

“My favourites. Crêpes suzette. Bloody hell, did you actually make these yourself?”

You beamed at him, all proud and happy with his genuinely surprised reaction. “Yes I did. Just for you. Know you like them, wanted to pamper you a bit.”

“Smells incredible.” He let his hands roam your body freely, stopping at your breasts and kneading them with just the right amount of pleasure. “You’re incredible. Kiss me.”

You leaned over, the plate to the side and out of the way. “I love you.”

He smiled against your lips and his hands moved down your spine to your waist, deepening the kiss, but you pulled back, straightening.

“Fill me up, daddy.”

Harry groaned, not wasting any time in aiding you sink down his cock. You clenched around him, trying to adjust and Harry squeezed your hips until it hurt a bit with how much he was refraining from thrusting into you until you relaxed around him.

You shifted forward a bit, making him moan and brought the plate back between the two of you, slicing up a bite and bringing the fork to his lips. 

Harry watched between heavy lids as you licked your lips in anticipation as if you were the one about to have a bite. Just as you fed it to him, you grinded against him, making him squeeze your hips even harder as his eyes widened in ecstasy. You did it again, only moving as you fed him a bit more of the crêpes. Harry was losing it. “I’m gonna come so hard. You’re blowing my mind. My senses are in overdrive.”

You hummed proudly. “Good.” You finally had a bite yourself and moaned around the fork. You couldn’t believe how good it turned out and that you’d actually made this from scratch. Well, aside from the ice cream. Speaking of which, Harry scooped some using his finger and painted it all over your tit, then sat up straighter to lick it all up and then suck it into his mouth greedily.

Between the two of you, you managed to finish the crêpes in record timing, orange syrup dripping between the two of you, Harry lapping it all off of you as he worked you over his body. He couldn’t use his legs for this so it was really up to you to pick up the pace, and you didn’t disappoint. You knew your thighs would burn for days afterwards but you rode him like you stole him. Thankfully, you’d both gotten quite worked up and reached your peeks in record timing. Harry didn’t even get to use his dirty mouth all that much, that’s how fast you got there.

“That was… a whole other level of pleasure.” He pulled you flush against him, both of you panting heavily.

“That worked out better than even I imagined,” you giggled.

“You’re full of surprises these days, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He caressed up and down your spine with featherlight touches. “I’m so lucky. Don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

Harry tightened his hold around you. “Sometimes it feels like my heart is gonna burst, that’s how happy you make me, you know that? Just another way to get me to that heart attack, I’m onto you, you know.”

You laughed lightly against his chest. “Oh no, you caught me.” You wanted to make another joke about your age gap but refrained, knowing his ego was already bruised more than his ankle was.

Harry swatted your bum playfully, almost as if reading your mind, the both of you laughing at how his fingers stuck to your skin in doing so. “How about you go run us another bath, love? I can feel us glueing together with that orange syrup.”

You reached to kiss him once more before pulling away. Didn’t bother covering up as you went and ran the bath, then took a good look at yourself in the mirror. You looked thoroughly fucked and radiant. You knew just what Harry was referring to when he said his heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness because you felt the exact same way.

By the time you made your way back into the bedroom, Harry was fast asleep again. You took in the sight of him, deciding to give him an extra hour before you woke him up again for your bath, just another way of pampering him. 

Slipping the bathrobe back on, you made your way back into the kitchen after turning off the tap in the bathroom to make some coffee, already thinking of convincing him to at least let you cockwarm him in the tub later.

Not even the harsh reality of all the dishes you had to clean wasn’t enough to swipe off that smile off your face. You’d never been happier. 

You were home.

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A/N: sooooo. i fully set out to write a subby DI harry based on this request. but in the end, daddy dom harry won. sorry not sorry lol. he won't be tamed😩

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The Woman at the Pool Named Natalie

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Natasha is a spy (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You're a lifeguard at a local county club, and life is boring until a hot blonde comes into your view. Little do you know she's here on business.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: Fliritng, Pining, Natasha kills, Fluff,

Shameless.

You were as you stared at the newest and hottest person you had ever laid your eyes on. You didn't know who she was or where she came from.

But suddenly, your summer job as a lifeguard at the country club to help put you through college was paying off tenfold!

A short, older (milf) blonde-haired woman laid in her pool chair for the fourth straight time this week. She had a golden look to her naturally white skin that made you sweat more than the sun beating down on you in your red one-piece swimsuit.

The blonde laid out in her floral print two-piece suit. Well, you imagined the top was matching floral, but the woman always wore a white shirt over herself. Bringing a bit of sadness to your eyes but letting your imagination run wild.

Yes, you already know you shouldn't be thinking this way or darting your eyes over to the stunning woman in the blue sunglasses this many times in a shift, but you're human. And she's a goddess. So 2+2, ya know?

Plus, it's not like any rich spoiled brat named Warren Worthington the Third was drowning anytime soon.

He had squirted you many times with a water gun since the start of the summer; however, whether the goddess was in your presence or not, you weren't sure you would save him.

Anyways...

"Can I help you?" The soft, raspy voice of the blonde goddess breaks up the thought of the little twirp drowning. Your eyes had been directed at her as your mind drifted.

"We're now on day four, and you're not going to say anything?" She teased.

You dropped your mouth in shock at the fact that she had her head pointed at you and was speaking to you. Did you die, and you didn't realize it? Oh my god were Peter and Ned right? Is this a simulation?

"I- uh-" You couldn't formulate anything. The blonde lowered her sunglasses, showing you her pretty green orbs called eyes. She smirked after you still didn't respond. "Thought so." She lowered her head back down and lifted her sunglasses back up.

Once again, this left you stunned.

When you come back to earth, you finally manage words. "I- I didn't realize you wanted me to say-"

"No." She interrupts you with a smile. Her eyes closed under her sunglasses. "You didn't realize I was paying attention." This was true. You pulled your lips into a flat smile and felt a flush of embarrassment wash over you. "I- uh, you're- you're right." You sheepishly looked to the pool to see everyone still safe and sound.

"I always am." You hear the blonde speak up to your left before a minute that feels like ten goes by when you turn towards her again. "Always right, huh?" You manage to say it with more confidence than you internally have.

The blonde opens her eyes and looks towards you. "Oh, it looks like someone found their voice, after all." She smirked and lifted herself onto her arms on the flat summer chair. Her clothed breast giving a little bounce at the action, making you gulp before words find you. "Y-yeah." You said with a wavering voice.

The blonde laughed. "Maybe I spoke too soon."

The more she talked, the longer you never wanted her to stop. So, as she went to lay down again, you spoke up. "What's your name?"

The blond tilted her head slightly. You still didn't deserve to see her eyes again, but the action of her staring under the frames at you again and again was intimidating.

And hot. And sexy.

Did I say intimidating?

"What's yours?" The blonde asked even though completely unaware to you she actually knew your name. Parents name. Social security number. Everything about you.

And as you would come to find out sometime in the future, the blonde wasn't on a mission for you. It just made her feel safer knowing the identities of everyone around her. Even if she was catching a dip at the country club her target was or wasn't at.

You smiled as she spoke to you and thoroughly answered her even though you asked first. "Y/n." You said.

The blonde smiled and lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her green eyes once again shining on you. "Natalie." She spoke. "Natalie." You repeated under your breath before looking out to the pool.

Yep, no one's drowning.

"That's a beautiful name." You said once you looked back at her. "Thanks," Natalie replied as she lifted the corners of her mouth and scrunched her face.

Fuck she was hot AND cute.

Meanwhile, Natalie, aka Natasha Romanoff, was scanning her eyes quickly over you for the hundredth time. She, too, thought you were cute, and including your mannerisms and how nervous you were was a weakness for attraction for someone like Natasha.

She enjoyed it a lot.

"So... what brings you by?" You asked earnestly, making the blonde laugh. "Seriously?" She replied back. "You might as well ask me if I 'come here often?'" Natalie had a point earning a sigh from you. "This isn't your first time flirting, is it?" Natasha then asked as she couldn't stop herself from teasing.

"That's not what I'm doing!" You exclaimed as if you could flirt this bad. Or good? Okay, so maybe it has been a while...

Natalie laughed. "Clearly." She leaned back in her chair. "But I'm here on business." The blonde finally answered you.

You looked at her tan skin and swimwear. "Some business." You chuckle with a little more confidence soaring through you as the pretty milf talked to you more and more.

Natalie looked down at her outfit. "Please. As if you don't mind that, this is my 'business' outfit. Remember, I've seen you staring." Natalie said with some pointed sass with a smile.

She knew how she looked in it.

You huffed. "Okay, yes, but you can't blame me." Natalie lightly laughed as she looked at you. Your gaze focuses on a group of spoiled teens entering the pool. "I never said I did."

You shook your head as you looked back to Natalie. "So, are you like an expert in flirting and being charming as hell?" The words fell from your mouth faster than you could stop them.

Natasha smiled. She loved it.

"That's not the only thing I'm an expert in," Natalie said as she stood up from her lounge chair and walked closer to your post.

Natasha's target had walked through the pool club doors.

Your eyes roamed Natalie as she stood next to you. Your eyes find hers once she brings them to your face. "What else are you an expert in?" You asked noticeably quieter.

Natalie looks at you. Her green eyes look over your lips and nose before stopping at your eyes. "James Bond trivia." She then smiles as you do the same before laughing.

"Oh, come on."

"What? It's true!" Natalie said as Natasha quickly noted the number of undercover guards around her target. Childs play honestly.

"Then I guess I'll have to take your word for it." You looked around the pool as Natalie stepped closer. "Yeah, you could do that..." Natasha doesn't know what came over her between her diving into the pool and this moment.

If you asked Nick Fury, it was a lapse of judgment and rules of engagement.

On the flip side, if you asked Laura Barton, she would tell you that Natasha needed to get laid.

"...Or you could come visit me tonight and see what else I might be an expert in. Maybe I could teach you some things."

Those words hit you like a horny ton of bricks. So much so that when you remember to breathe, Natalie is across the pool, rising out of the water in her wet white t-shirt with her swimsuit top bleeding through. She's gorgeous, and as she ascends to her feet, she looks back at you with a wink before being led to an older, important-looking man.

Her target.

Oh, she was definitely going to teach you some things, and none of them were about James Bond trivia or how the older man she spoke to that day went missing two days later.

So yes, shameless you were as you swiped through the pictures of Natalie that she saved on your phone after your night together, just as Warren Worthington the Third slipped under the water.

Don't worry, he survived.

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Happy birthday Dean Winchester! Here's a quick one-shot I whipped up to celebrate.

This also fulfils the 'Plus Size' square of my @spnaubingo 2023 bingo card, even though it's 2024... I'm late, I know, but I still want to do some more of it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus sized!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Couple of crap comments from a random, some not-great self-esteem and a drunk character, but nothing particularly bad.

Synopsis: A man you're interviewing makes some crap comments about your body, and Dean doesn't help. Can he make it up to you?

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“Which one’s the father?” The sleazy guy joked. My stomach dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it’s alright love, I know the real father’s probably suffering somewhere alone while you’re off gallivanting with your workmates. I’m surprised he lets you out, really.”

The urge to punch the witness we were interviewing was overwhelming. Rather than ruin the case, I turned on my heel and marched out.

Fuck that guy. I’m not pregnant and I’m not screwing either of the Winchesters.

I heard Dean’s FBI agent tone of voice as he started speaking behind me. Great to see they were all just moving on with their lives, I thought sarcastically.

---

📱 Where are you? We’re going to the next witness’s house

A text came in from Dean. I read it but didn’t reply.

📱 You ok?

I sighed. Finally, he asks.

📱 Fine. I’ll catch up with you later

I replied. He sent me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes.

I kicked at the ground and started the walk back into town. Sam and Dean would probably try and make me feel better, but I knew that wasn’t happening. I looked down at my soft, flabby belly that I’d tried multiple times to lose.

I walked.

---

I felt a bit absurd, getting tipsy this early. It wasn’t that I felt like I had to drink to get over the comment. It was just  that I’d gotten back to the motel room and was feeling a bit morose, and there was nothing to do. I’d tapped out of the case and I was bored. I went for another wander and this stupid town had nothing in it but a pub, and so somehow I’d ended up here, starting drinking a lot earlier than normal.

And now I looked like I was drinking my feelings, when I wasn’t.

 Not that there was anyone looking at me anyway.

Well, except in disgust. Who knew how many more people in here thought I was pregnant too. Probably thought I was harming an unborn baby, right now.

Fuck them.

---

“You know there’s still a monster on the loose?” Dean said gruffly, a frown on his face. I guess it’d been easy to find me given how few things there were in this town.

“You struggling without me?” I didn’t think I was slurring too much, but his expression did not improve when I started talking.

“How you going to fight one off like this?” he gestured to me.

“You think a few drinks are why I’m fat?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you drunk.”

“Right,” I said with an eyeroll.

“Come on, get in the car,” he said, trying to tug my arm.

“Fuck off Dean! I can drink if I want to. There’s nothing else to do in this shithole, anyway.”

He dropped my arm and stomped off to the bar.

I turned back to my drink. Sam came and sat opposite me. You can’t escape the bloody Winchesters.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine. I had a free afternoon, I came to get a drink. Is that fucking crime now?”

“I meant about what happened with the guy. You seemed pretty upset.”

“Surprised you could see that, you were both so busy being silent.”

“Didn’t you hear Dean?”

“How could I hear Dean when he wasn’t saying anything?”

“No, he laid right into the guy.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I heard Dean get right back into his FBI voice as I walked off.”

“Yeah, he was still in character at first, told the guy that he needed to speak respectfully to Agents. And then when the guy was still a douche he got a bit more Dean and threatened to punch his lights out if he didn’t shut up about you.”

I laughed into my drink. I was sure Sam was embellishing, there was just no way Dean would care that much about someone being mean to me.

Speak of the devil, Dean appeared again, tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He put the water in front of me.

“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not having you hung over tomorrow and being a liability to the case, drink the water.”

“I don’t remember electing you.”

“Jesus, you’re even more belligerent when drunk. Just drink the water and stop moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“The guy was an asshole, no one thinks you look pregnant. But you can’t just drink yourself blotto and get yourself killed every time someone says something mean to you.”

I stood up, grabbed the glass of water and upended it all over Dean’s face. Then I marched out the door.

The effect was a little ruined by my drunken stagger, though.

---

Sam caught my arm as I got outside. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I walked myself here, I can walk myself home!”

“I’m pretty sure you were walking in a straight line when you got here though. Come on.”

I let him tug me to the Impala. He must’ve grabbed the keys off Dean before chasing after me.

“He’s just worried about you,” he said gently as we were exiting the carpark. “Doesn’t want you getting hurt.”

“That does not give him a free pass to behave like that.”

---

Dean stood over me, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hands. “Morning, sunshine. Need some relief?”

I gratefully reached out. Man, I did not normally drink that much.

“What time is it?”

 “Time to work the case.”

I groaned, “Can’t you do it without me?”

“No, come on, back on the horse.”

“It’s not the horse that’s the problem, it’s the dog that bit me.”

“I did tell you to drink water,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off!” I threw my pillow at him. He easily deflected but wisely left me alone after that.

I groaned and got off the couch I’d been sleeping on, slumping to the bathroom. The boys were sitting around the tiny table, already dressed and looking at their laptops.

Sam was gone when I came out, freshly showered, dressed and feeling slightly more human. I looked at Dean with a clear question on my face.

“He’s gone for coffee, thought you could use some.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh,” Dean continued, more hesitantly, “I owe you an apology.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. An apology from Dean was a rare thing, but I was wary it was going to end up being a backhanded insult instead. I often felt like I needed to protect my heart from being hurt by him.

“I was worried about you getting hurt when I saw you were drunk. But I just tried to solve the problem, I didn’t actually talk to you, and I,” he paused, biting his lip, “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Nice to see I’m just a problem,” I replied sarcastically. I wasn’t sure why he was riling me so much, but I still felt so hurt and angry.

He stood up and came over to me. “You’re not a problem,” he said quietly, trying to look into my eyes. I ducked my head away from the intensity of his look. “And I am sorry that asshat upset you.”

“I didn’t get drunk just because some guy called me pregnant, you know.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, despite my best efforts not to.

“It’s a shitty thing he did anyway. You’re beautiful.”

I laughed mirthlessly.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t put yourself down all the time.”

“Dean, your idea of beautiful is tall, thin, busty and great hair.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, they’re all thin at least.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“The women you sleep with, the women you hit on.”

“I can think of many women I’ve hit on who aren’t ‘thin’, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Suuuure,” I said with an eye roll.

“But I haven’t hit on many women lately, been distracted by one in particular.”

“Let me guess, beautiful?”

“Absolutely.”

“My point exactly. It’s ok Dean, you don’t have to ma-” Dean’s fingers found my chin, nudging it up so I would like at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel it.”

I stared at him, mouth agape. Absolutely stunned into silence.

“And I’m sorry again that I was a bit of a dick yesterday.”

His face came even closer, watching my reactions.

“You’re my weak spot,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.” I put my hands on his chest, “Dean, this isn’t funny, don’t tease me.”

He dropped his hand from my chin, looking hesitant. “Sweetheart, I’m putting my heart on the line here, I’m not teasing.”

My hands slackened.

He edged a tiny bit forward.

His tongue darted out and back in. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

Was this even real?

How was this happening?

His hand came up to cup my cheek.

I leant forward.

The world suddenly sped up again. Dean moved in, closing the gap between us and bringing his lips to mine. I lost myself in the tenderness of his touch, the softness of his lips, the  exploration of his tongue and mine.

A sudden noise made us pull apart. Sam was standing in the doorway, cardboard holder with coffees in one hand and the other on his hip.

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but we still have a case to work. You can pick this up later.”

.

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Childe x male reader drabble

content warnings: amab reader, size difference (reader is implied to be smaller than childe), semi-public sex, dom/sub dynamics, blowjobs, spitting, tba.

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(Name) buries himself more into the harbinger coat wrapped around his shoulders, comfy dozing off in his seat next to Childe. He had decided to accompany his partner to his harbinger meeting, but tuned out not even halfway through, bored by the business chatter and occasional heavy discussions. 

The boredom, plus the fuzzy warmth coming from the coat that he had “stolen” from Childe, claiming that he was cold made it near impossible for him to not fall asleep, fighting the droop of his head with all his might. 

A hand sneaks to caress (Name)’s cheek, slowly pushing his head into a warm shoulder to rest there. It’s Childe, he realises, letting him rest as he focuses on the important talk. 

—

“Wake up, Котик '' The voice reaches his ears as Childe shakes him a bit, bringing him back from dreamland. He groans a bit, pushing more into the plush chair and wrapping himself tighter with the wool of the piece of clothing. “Cmon, the meeting is over” 

“Ugh, but I’m so comfortable!” He answers, voice heavy with sleep, but getting more aware by the moment. “Five minutes more?” He asks, voice pleading as he laces his fingers through Childe’s own, cuddling his hand. 

“Everyone left ten minutes ago, love” He says, freeing his hand from the grip and slowly bringing him to a standing position, which (Name) takes advantage of and turns it into a hug, pressing his face into Childe’s plush chest. Childe laughs a bit, coaxing him to start walking “Feeling cuddly, are we?” 

 They start walking through the halls of Zapolyarny palace silently, (Name) trying to wake up completely and Childe lost deep in thought. They twist and turn through the passageways, slowly but surely making their way to a wing of the palace (Name) has never seen before. 

Once he realises that he’s in a never seen before place, it’s too late to look around, as Childe has put one of his arms above him on the nearest wall, pushing (Name) into it and caging him with his body. The wall is cold where it connects with his clothed back, making him shiver, but he’s more worried about his partner. 

“Ajax?” He asks, awareness coming to him suddenly as his heart jumps, but stops with a swallow when he looks up. Childe is looking down at him with that exact smile he has when something devious is about to happen. “Ajax wha-”

“Do you remember your safeword?” Childe asks as he presses closer to the smaller man, making (Name)’s brain short circuit, the implications making his blood start to rush down south. 

“Wait Ajax, anyone could walk down the hall and see!” He starts, pushing on Childe’s chest to try and make space between them, but one stern glare is all that’s needed for him to stop resisting and drop down his head, blushing “Молоко?” 

“Good boy” Childe says, one of the hands caging him in dropping to ruffle his hair lovingly, adjusting the coat on his shoulders “Don't let it fall” there's a tone of warning as he speaks, making in clear that it is a demand, not a request. 

(Name) nods, squirming in place as his dress pants start to feel just a bit too tight 

“Now be quiet” Childe hisses, arousal clear in his tone. He kneels before (Name), one big hand on his hip so he's pressed into the wall. Childe's eyes are right on the price as he lifts his other hand to run one finger up the tent on (Name)'s pants. 

A full body shiver hits him, at the touch, muffling the start of a whimper with his hand at the last moment. The fact that they're doing that, in a semi-public place is making him  feel every touch ten times more. 

Childe lets out a malicious giggle in response, leisurely unbuttoning the other’s pants and pulling down the zipper, fiddling with the underwear just enough to let (Name)’s dick spring free. A sigh comes out of the smaller man's face, feeling the cold on the sensitive, flushed skin.  

“Someone’s eager huh?” Childe plays with the slit on the tip of the cock, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste the beads of precum with a smile. 

“Ajax” (Name) groans, throwing his head back at the filthy display “Don’t tease me please” He whimpers, heat creeping up from his neck. 

“I said to be quiet, Котик” Childe warns, his hand moving from (Name)'s him to wrap around his thigh, gripping firmly “But I’ll forgive you this once, just because you’re so cute”

Childe wastes no time after speaking, giving his dick a few quick pumps before securing it in place with his hand, his tongue tracing a line up the shaft slowly. “You taste so good my love, just as always” He says as the other whimpers, a cold hand a cold hand intertwining in his red curls. 

A heady whimper leaves (Name) as Childe wraps his lips around the tip, his tongue lapping at all the sensitive points he has memorised. His eyelids flutter closer as Childe takes him deeper and deeper, pressing his free hand to his mouth in an effort to muffle his moans of pleasure. 

It’s difficult to concentrate on anything else as the lips and tongue of his lover work to bring him pleasure, the wet heat making it impossible to realise just how quick he’s nearing his peak. Tears start to spring to his eyes once Childe starts to use his throat, it constricting around the tip of his cock deliciously. He wants to sink more into it, but the unspoken threat of punishment and the hand pinning his lower body to the wall make it impossible. 

Childe does know he’s near, as he is so attuned with the other's body that the grip on his hair getting tighter and the tensing of the other’s muscles is enough to make him aware. It doesn’t take much more to make him come, his back arching off the wall, a loud moan slipping off his lips. The pleasure is so thick in his brain that it feels like fire is burning through his veins, leaving nothing but trembling limbs in its wake. Childe sucks him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, until the pinpricks of overstimulation start to set in, making him cry out. 

(Name)’s legs are shaking so much from the overwhelming sensations that the moment Childe separates from him, they give up and he slides to sit on the floor, Childe’s fatui coat pooling at his waist, woozy. Childe pulls him into a kiss, feeling the salty taste of himself on his lover's tongue, making blood move to his cock again in a painful rush. 

“Open your mouth” Childe orders, one of his hands caressing his bottom lip. (Name) follows the command without complaint, opening his mouth and looking at the other through the haze in his mind. Childe observes him for a second and then spits into his mouth, his hand moving to (Name)’s jaw, pushing his mouth shut “Swallow” He continues with a smirk “Good boy”

The interaction has left him completely spent, so (Name) lets Childe tuck him back into his pants and start to carry him securely on his arms, nuzzling the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. 

“Baby I just realised” Childe starts, and even though he can’t see his face, (Name) knows there’s a wide smile painted in the other man’s face “The coat dropped from your shoulders baby, I might have to punish you for it”

(Name) groans, looking forward to the night's activities.

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complicated // colby brock (pt. 2)

A/N: hilariously when i first drafted this, i was gonna make it a lot meaner/hate fucking like, with a lot of jealousy thrown in. but damnit, bridgerton has foiled my plans again and has really turned me into a lover lol so i made this a little bit softer than originally planned. hope yall like it regardless, and please let me know what you think :) see yall with another fic real soon !

prompt: time has passed since you and sam hooked up, and all seems well. except now… colby is upset with you for some unknown reason. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: SMUT, angst, jealous!colby, possessive!colby, he's still really sweet tho, you guys were out clubbing so... tipsy/drunk sex, mentions of: baby, good girl, darling, cursing, quasi-public sex, could almost get caught, lots of teasing (both sexually and non), mentions of colby having seen you and sam hooking up, sweet ending :)

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~~~~~~~

The morning after Sam and I had sex was awkward to say the least.

We both ignored each other, which was easy since Sam and Colby had many calls and business related things to do. And I, being their assistant, had my own tasks at hand for the following week to start.

But when Sam and I were finally able to sit down and talk about it, it went surprisingly well.

We came to two very important conclusions: one, while we had fun, we weren’t going to ever do it again. We cared too much about our friendship to let sex ruin it. Plus the spark really had only been there that night.

And two, we were to never tell Colby.

Everything seemed good for a while. Life got back into the swing of things; Sam and Colby were traveling, I was handling the business side while they were gone. Normal, boring life occurred.

But all the while, I had this strange feeling. Maybe it was due to the fact that Colby had grown cold towards me, almost standoffish. He sometimes would keep to himself, that wasn't unusual; but his demeanor around me became stiff, almost like he was upset at me.

I wanted to confront him, ask him what was wrong, but it never felt like the right time. When the right time finally did come, it was during a couple days stretch where the boys had off. One night when we went out and both came home empty handed, I decided to finally ask him.

His answer was not at all what I was expecting, but in a way it was the one I wanted to hear all along.

I wanted the truth and now I was finally getting it.

~~~~~~

“No way. I cannot believe you used to run away from cops for a living.” Nicole, Sam’s new… friend, said as we walked into Sam and Colby’s house.

A playful look rested on Sam’s face as he nodded. “Yeah, and we did it pretty well.”

“Up until you got arrested.” I chimed in, smirking.

She gasped. “Oh my God, you got arrested? For what?”

“Breaking and entering. And fake ids.” Colby explained.

“Woah woah, the fake ids were just a you charge, Colby.” Sam replied defensively.

“And that was the first and last time Sam and Colby were separated ever again.” I quipped.

Colby turned to look at Sam, a faux-pained expression on his face. “I just can't quit you.”

“Me neither, brother.” Sam sniffled, pretending to hold back tears. The both placed hands on each others' shoulders, giving a tight squeeze.

Nicole glanced back and forth at Sam, Colby, and me, amused. “You guys are so funny. I have been having such a blast all night.”

“I'm happy to entertain you for as long as you'd like.” Sam lowered his voice to an almost sultry tone, moving to her side.

She bit her lip, looking into his eyes. “Maybe you could do that alone? Upstairs, perhaps?"

Sam gave a cheeky look at me and Colby, "I'll see you guys later."

Nicole giggled as she pulled Sam up the stairs, Sam following suit as he whispered something to her and snickered. I peered over at Colby, waiting for Sam's door to shut before speaking. "Well, she seems nice."

“Yeah she's sweet.” Colby agreed, pulling out his phone. He began to walk to the kitchen, and I followed him.

“So... what do you plan to do the rest of the night?” I asked.

He mumbled. “Might order some postmates, then call it a night.”

“Exciting.” I deadpanned, slightly annoyed at him. I changed the subject, thinking that was the cause, “That new club we went to was a lot of fun. The live music was so cool to hear.”

“Yeah it was.” Colby didn't look up, continuing to scroll through his phone.

I sighed, exhausted. “You know, you've been acting this way all night with me.”

“Like what?” He exhaled, finally looking up.

“Short. To the point.” I stated.

He shrugged. “I don't feel like being social.”

I scrunched my face at him, “It was your idea to go out tonight.”

“My social battery ran out really fast then.” Colby blinked, frowning.

“It's not just tonight though. You've been like this for over a week at this point. I thought maybe it was because of work, but....” I trailed off, unsure.

He pursed his lips, “What?”

“You're icing me out. What did I do?” I questioned, stepping towards him.

He moved back, shaking his head. “I don't want to talk about this.”

I followed him. “Well I do. So talk.”

“Okay, if you really want to talk…” He rubbed his eyes for a moment, finally speaking. “Do you have something to tell me?”

My heart stopped. “What?”

He repeated, his eyes icy. “Do you have something to tell me?”

I sucked my teeth, knowing exactly what Colby was referring to. “...I'm gonna kill Sam.”

He chuckled darkly, “Oh, no no. Don't get pissed at the guy that told me what happened.”

I huffed, “We promised each other not to tell you.”

“He folded real quick on that.” Colby crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.

I stared up at him, puzzled. “When did he tell you?”

“A couple days after it happened.” He informed.

I groaned, spinning to yell towards the stairs, “He really went behind my back and just flat out told you. What the fuck, Sam?!”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Colby argued.

I turned back, “Oh, c'mon Colby. You know why.”

“No please, do tell. I would love to hear why.” He jeered.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Do you think I want to tell one of my best friends 'hey just so you know, me and your other best friend, who is also my friend, fucked'? Of course not!”

“Why? You shouldn't feel uncomfortable doing that. Since you did it so publicly, in this very room, might I add.” He shot back.

My eyes widened for a second. “He told you we fucked in the kitchen?”

“No. He's too nice for that.” Colby stepped towards me, almost looming over me. “Do you remember a couple months back when we thought someone was trying to break into the house, so we got extra security cameras installed?”

I crossed my arms defensively, “What does that have to do with this?”

“We didn't get the cameras installed just outside the house. We also got some installed in the common areas. One in the living room....” He leaned down, whispering. “And one in the kitchen.”

“You're kidding.” My breath hitched involuntarily. 

“Any and every movement that happens in these areas gets recorded. When Sam told me you two fucked, I thought he was joking. But I checked…” His voice fell off, an almost smirk coming to his face.

I stuttered, “Y-You-?”

“You really know how to put on a performance.” Colby spoke condescendingly, staring into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

I scoffed, putting space between us. “Fuck you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You wish.”

I glared, exhaling harshly. “You know, you're acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

“Really?” He sassed.

“Yeah. Why the fuck do you care if I slept with Sam? You've never cared about who he hooks up with. But you suddenly care when it's me?" I scowled.

“I care who he hooks up with.” He argued.

I placed my hands on my hips, “Name me literally one girl he's gotten with within the last month or two. Any of them.”

“Nicole is upstairs with him now.” He remarked sarcastically.

I narrowed my gaze, “She doesn't count.”

“Sorry I don't memorize all of their names. I don't need to really remember them since I'm not the one sleeping with them.” Colby bickered, turning away from me.

I thought for a moment, a realization appearing in my mind, “Any time I've almost hooked up with someone, you've always been so aggressive towards them afterwards. But now since it was Sam, you're angry with me.”

“I'm upset because you didn't tell me. Instead, you wanted to keep it a secret from me. That's why I'm pissed.” He rebutted, facing me once more.

“But what's the difference between Sam telling you or me telling you? You've known basically since it happened, why are you still holding it against me?” I sneered, “Unless, of course, you're jealous.”

He queried angrily, “Jealous of what, exactly?”

“You're jealous I didn't sleep with you.” I hissed.

He shook his head, his voice faltering. “Give me a break, Y/N.”

“No no, be honest Colby. Why else are you pissed? You found out a week ago, and have held it against me just because I wasn't the one that told you. You found out regardless, so what is there to be pissed about?” I searched his eyes, but he tilted his head away from my glare. “It's none of your fucking business who I sleep with, whether it's Sam, the guy down the street, or a random guy at the club. You're not my boyfriend. I'm allowed to fuck whoever I want to!”

I spun on my heel, but Colby's hand gripped my wrist, spinning me back to him. My eyes locked with his for a brief moment as he grabbed my face, kissing me deeply. I shuddered a breath, taken aback by how passionate the kiss was. Colby wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him, as his other hand pulled on my hair lightly.

“You're right, Y/N. I hate how fucking right you always are.” He nipped at my lips, a low groan leaving his mouth. “Do you know how frustrating it is seeing you with other guys? Seeing them put their hands on you, when that's all I can think about doing?”

“Colby!” I gasped quietly, our mouths meeting again. He pressed me against the counter, the spot feeling eerily similar on my back.

Was this the same spot as-?

“I shouldn't have been a dick to you, I'm sorry. But I will never apologize for wanting you all to myself.” His voice came out in an almost growl, “I want you to be mine, and mine alone.”

My mouth fumbled over my words, my hands gliding up his back. “W-Why didn't you just say that? Why now?”

“Seeing you fuck Sam in here weirdly was the wake up call I needed,” he chuckled bitterly. “I thought that maybe all this time I was just overly protective but no... I am jealous. I don’t want to see you with anyone else ever again.”

Colby's hand lifted up my leg, wrapping it around his waist. He slowly inched his fingers higher and higher until he was under my dress, tickling the lining of my underwear. “Let me show you how badly I want you. Please.”

My knees almost buckled at the sound of his voice. The desperation. I nodded, unable to form words, and his hand slowly slid up more until he pressed his palm against my sex. I squeaked unintentionally, a smirk coming to his face. He rubbed slow circles into my clit, my back arching instantly.

“You're already soaking through your panties... Fuck me.” He grunted.

I bit my lip, “Seeing you jealous is honestly kind of a turn on.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? You like making me jealous? You like me being possessive of you?”

“I like hearing you admit you like me, so if that does the trick…” I trailed off, teasingly.

He pressed harder into my clit, a moan ripping through me when he did. He moved his mouth down, sucking on my neck in time with his movements.

My hands snaked down his torso, touching every muscle on my way to his belt. I clutched the buckle, loosening his belt from his pants. I slipped my hand inside, cupping his growing bulge. He gasped, grinding his cock into my hand.

He closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck baby, that feels so good.”

My cunt clenched at the sound of his voice, needing him deeply. “Please Colby. Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“I need you too, Y/N.” Colby exhaled harshly, “Spin around for me.”

I glanced at him for a moment, shocked by the hunger in his eyes. I turned around, placing my hands on the counter. The cool surface felt like ice against my hot skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end. I heard a package ripping, Colby sliding a condom on that he grabbed from his wallet. Suddenly his hands were on me, pulling the skirt of my dress up until it rested above my ass. He rolled my panties down, his hands massaging my thighs on their way back up.

“You ready for me?” His voice dripped with an aching need: me.

I breathlessly sighed, “Yes, please.”

He pushed my legs open, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I mewled at the feeling, backing my hips up until my ass hit his crotch. He groaned, his one hand gripping my hip while the other rested on my back.

Slowly he glided his cock inside of me, both of us holding our breaths as he did. I stretched around him, his size bigger than what I was used to. He filled me up more and more, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy. His body relaxed against mine once he was all the way in, a shuddering 'fuck' falling from his lips.

“Move, Colby. God, please!” I begged.

His hand moved around me to cover my mouth jokingly. "Shh, you can't be too loud. Don't want Sam and his girl to know what we're doing."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that they were lost in their own world and would give no shits about us fucking in here. Colby smirked against my skin, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders. His hand drifted back, running through my hair, tugging lightly. His hips began to move in low thrusts. I bit my lip to not moan loudly, but it was so hard. He felt like heaven, and way better than all of my dreams had imagined.

“God, you feel amazing, Y/N.” Colby whispered lightly, “So wet for me.”

I gripped the counter, holding myself into place as he bucked into me. I moved my hips in time with his, meeting him with each thrust.

His hands cupped my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into them. “You are fucking gorgeous, baby.”

I hummed a moan, my head lulling back. Colby's hand collided with my ass quickly, slapping it. I let out a small shriek, surprised by the impact.

“Colby!” I giggled, looking over my shoulder at him.

He grinned, his dimples appearing briefly. “Can't help it. Wanted to do that for so long.”

“Really? So you've been staring at my ass all this time?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah. Every chance I get.” He raised his eyebrows smugly.

“Perv.” I joked.

Colby laughed, sliding all the way inside of me and stopping. He pressed me against the counter, his hand drifting down and rubbing my clit. “And you're just like me.”

My eyes almost rolled back into my head from the pleasure. “H-how?”

“You're letting me fuck you right in the same spot Sam fucked you in. They could come down any minute and catch us. You want that to happen, don't you?” He grunted, his voice sounding like pure sex.

His fingers on my clit made it hard to think, let alone respond. I stuttered out a curse. His lips were against my ear, “You're mine from now on, you hear me? No one will ever touch you like this again besides me. Say it. Say you're mine.”

“I-I'm yours.” I whimpered.

“Again.” His hips started back up, fucking me harder against the counter than ever before.

“'M yours.” I slurred, my orgasm growing closer and closer.

He slapped my ass again, “Tell me one more time, darling.” 

“I'm yours! Fuck Colby, I'm yours!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back.

“That's my good girl! Fuck yourself on my cock. Do it.” Colby demanded.

I bounced on his dick, his fingers still rubbing my clit over and over again. I was panting, unable to hold back any noises that escaped my throat. My hand slid down to his hand on my clit, pressing him more into me. I gripped his wrist, my nails digging in.

“You close baby? You gonna fucking come for me?” He cursed, his thrusts picking up speed.

I cried out, “Pleaseeee Colbyyy, I wanna come!”

His other hand wrapped around my throat, lightly squeezing for a second. He taunted, “Shhh, you can't scream, Y/N. Even though I know you want to."

Colby pounded into me harder, guttural moans and the sounds of our skin slapping together filling the room.

His voice was hoarse, hungry. “I'm close, darling. Ffffuck you feel so good!”

I desperately whined back, white knuckling the counter as my high grew near. "I'm gonna fucking-!"

“That's it, Y/N. Come for me. Soak my cock and come!” Colby thundered.

My body exploded into an orgasm, my vision blurring. I cried out in ecstasy and pleasure, my hips bucking helplessly around his cock. Colby picked up his pace, thrusting into me passionately. His husky groans echoed in my ear as he came. His hands dug into my skin, his fingers curved as he rubbed my clit through my orgasm. I shook against him, my body finally relaxing against the counter as my pleasure subsided a minute later.

He rested his forehead against my back, spreading lazy kisses and licks across my shoulders and neck. I smiled, catching my breath slowly. His hands moved, softly caressing my skin as he stood up. He picked me up off the counter, spinning me back to face him. Resting me back against it, his body still against mine. His eyes scanned my face, taking in every detail.

“Hi.” He whispered sweetly.

I grinned, “Hi.”

“You okay?” He asked, lightly brushing my hair out of my face.

“Never better. You?” I giggled.

“I'm great.” Colby pecked my lips, pausing briefly. “I wasn't kidding when I said all of that, you know."

"I believe you." I breathed.

"So... you're still mine, right?” He murmured.

“Of course." I lowered my gaze bashfully, "And you're mine?”

He nudged my face up, our eyes locking. “Absolutely.”

<< part one ||

[ja3hwa]

Day 15 : Size Kink - Yunho

「Title」 : Better Than Him

「Word count」 : 3.3k

-> Genre: Smut, Angst, Some fluff at the end.

Paring: Mob Boss!Yunho x Female Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing, Mafia Life. Cheating (don't do this but in this case, it was a good choice) making out, unprotected sex (big no-no) rough sex. Size kink in all areas. Yunho is 6'0, beefy and just a very big boy. Shitty Husband. Reader gets objectified by gross men. Reader cries. Pure filth. Dirty talk. Pet names. Oral (reader receiving) mentions of killing someone. Getting caught. Creampie. Yunho has a big dick and big dick energy. Yunho has a bit of an obsession with the reader. Mingi and Hongjoong are mentioned. Hehe. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: I went a little overboard with this one...whoops

Read Part Two -> [Here]

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Through a life you had not chosen, you knew from the moment you met your husband. He was a pig in human form. His gaze would linger on your form rather than looking you in the eyes. The first time you met he introduced himself as your soon-to-be. Being the only heir and daughter in one of the largest mafia families had perks, but it mostly brought downfall. Your father warned you, never to fall for anyone. You must keep your family first. Keep them successful. Be married off to another mod boss in order to keep the peace.

That’s how you ended up where you were now. Standing in a ballroom, dressed in the most luxurious clothing and with a tall glass of wine in hand. Your husband―well you are still not married yet but he introduced himself as so―Lucas, kept his hand on the small of your back, not wanting you to wander too far from him. People milled around you, chatting politely in the enormous mansion. You nursed your drink, the plastered smile making your cheeks ache in disgust. You wished to leave his side, be painted as something, anything else other than a wife with no voice.

The famous Jeong Yunho stood across from Lucas. He didn’t have to speak any words for you, or anyone to know he ran the city. He was the definition of power. In an all-black suit, he stood stark in contrast to the plain white and gold theme ballroom and the bright lights of the chandeliers. Lucas wasn’t oblivious to the way Yunho drank you in as he approached the two of you for the first time this evening. He could always catch Yunho sneaking glances every time you all meet at public events. He didn’t mind one bit though. Eye candy was better for business and plus his ego would rise every time someone would eyeball you. He knew he won, the golden prize. You. He cleared his throat, and Yunho regretfully ripped his eyes from your face to look at your husband with a blank expression.

“Babe, Mr Jeong is our host tonight. Be a dear and fetch us more refreshments to say thank you,” Lucas said, squeezing your back, not looking at you for a second. He never really looked at you, unless it was to perv at your form. He didn’t think of you as a human being, you were more of a piece of meat to him. Before you try and politely take your leave Yunho stops you by placing his hand up to rest of your arm in a small unmotivated gesture but it ignited a fire inside the pit of your stomach.

“Thank you. But that will not be necessary.” He clicked his fingers and one of the staff suddenly stood in front of you within seconds, fresh wine already made. He smiled slightly at you for a moment, something he didn’t do until he met you. His enormous hand enveloped around your one. His silver rings indented your skin lightly, making you relish in the feeling of his touch, and he seemed to do the same. Lucas cleared his throat, obviously feeling excluded from the conversation but being a little too stupid to see the lingering glances you were giving Yunho. You rolled your eyes so only Yunho could see, and he shot you an amused wink before turning to your husband.

They began to talk business making you tune out easily at the boring details of work. It became a habit you grew once you became the fiance to a useless man. And now don’t call yourself short for brains. You knew the business far well than most of the men in the room. In fact, you knew more than Lucas and you could —no, you would—do a better job at negotiating than he ever could. But he would never give you such a chance. Again, to him. You were a mere side piece, an object for him to gloat over and make himself more desirable. You watch the conversation unfold, seeing a slight tremor in Lucas’s voice, you could tell that Yunho terrified him. It was clear why, the man practically owned Seoul City and could command a room of mob bosses with a flick of his fingers. 

“It seems I have finished my drink,” you whispered not really caring if anyone heard but to your surprise, Yunho suddenly addressed you personally. Your eyes shot up, full of curiosity as he shot you one of his killer smiles. His voice was deep as he said your name. You loved the way it rolled off his tongue, and you vaguely wondered what else he could do with it. “I hope to see you again...” His gaze held yours as he cupped your hand once again. “Maybe one day I’ll show you my home in more, depth. And If you need anything at all, Mrs Kim, don’t hesitate to find me.”

Your lips curved, pleased at his offer. “Thank you, Mr Jeong. I certainly will.”

“Please, call me Yunho.”

Lucas, once again, cleared his throat, and this time you didn’t even try to hide your annoyance at his neediness. He tried to smile smugly, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist to pull you into him closer for a moment as if he wanted to play the role of a dear loving husband for once. But you tugged off him quickly. God you hated the way he smelt, the cologne he wore was unfaltering and it made your nose cry in pain. Yunho’s eyes narrowed at your husband's actions before shooting you one last smile making you walk off with blushed cheeks, leaving the two to their o’ so important business.

A couple of hours passed slowly, and you had grown tired of the event that still strangely had life to it. Now, having your third glass of Wine, you were still not tipsy enough for your liking. You weren’t an avid drinker by any means, but you had built up quite the tolerance because of these parties. You weaved your way through the crowded room, slinking between guests. You eventually arrive at the set-up bar, not bothering to find another staff with a tray of drinks, instead, you chose to go straight to the source, but what you are met with was much more than another full glass of grape juice.

“You must not be enjoying yourself,” You turned to find Yunho. He walked up to you, his gigantic figure looming over you, with a fresh glass of wine in his large hand just for you.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, peering up at him noting your height difference, blushing slightly as he hands you the drink.

“Alcohol is the only thing that gets me through events I have no interest in attending. I’m assuming it’s the same for you?”

You sighed. “Don’t take it personally, Mr Jeong. I’ve just attended one too many of these parties for them to be interesting anymore. Especially when the company I'm entertaining is also...”

Yunho smirked. “No worries, doll. I understand. I wouldn’t enjoy myself either if that Scumbag’s arm was around my waist, and hand was gripping that ass all night. Seems like you need some better company.”

You snorted, covering your hand with your mouth. You would have been disgusted by the blunt comment about your ass but when it came out of Yunho’s mouth it made a tingle shiver down your spine. “He’s not that bad,” you said, weakly trying your very hardest to defend your husband, but one glare from Yunho had you giggling again. “Okay, he’s an ass. A total ass.” before you could think of another comment or snarky remark Yunho caught you off guard with yet another blunt comment.

“If you were mine, I’d be showing you off to every person in this goddamn city. But not how he does, as if you were an object but as my wife, the person I trust most by my side. ” You stifled a gasp at Yunho’s words. He stared down at you seriously, dark eyes piercing yours with careful curiosity. You had no words, it was as if your fantasies were coming to pass. But how could you possibly think of such a thing when you were already destined to be another's?

“I’m not yours, Yunho” you neatly whispered not trusting your own words.

“No,” Yunho said, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not mine. Yet.”

“Yet?” You gulped, watching his figure lean into your own, covering your body from the crowd and any prying eyes. Your back hit the bar, making you crane your neck to see his face only mere centimetres from your own. Was he always this big?

“Tell me…” His fingertips grazed your goose-bumped skin on your arm. “Tell me you don’t want to be mine. That you don’t want me to shower you with my love. I would give you everything your disgusting husband could never. All you have to do is ask.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” his voice almost sounded scared, worried you might not let him in, but his heart jumps the moment he heard the next few words leave your gorgeous lips.

“I can’t tell you, I don’t want it. Because I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted since the day I met you…” That was all it took for Yunho to grab your wrist, hastily pulling you away from the bar, abandoning your drink and everything you had to go back to. He did not care about the side eyes he got or how some of the women you passed started to whisper. All you cared about was him and what he was going to do to you. He pulled you into an empty hallway and immediately pushed you against the wall. Your heart was beating so fast as he snaked an arm around your waist, breath tickling your face as your fingers flew up to pull on his dark hair. He growled into your mouth as he clashed his lips against yours, moving his body with your own. One hand cupped your ass in the same place Lucas would put his, but it felt different. You didn’t want to push away from the contact, instead, you wanted more. You moaned pathetically into his mouth, and he seemed to like it, shoving his tongue inside, dancing it across yours.

“Yunho,” you said, pulling back. Your lips were already swollen, and Yunho felt his chest leap at the sight. You were perfect. “I need…” Yunho nodded, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, letting his hands grip at your hips tightly, pulling your body flush against his own so you could feel his erection against your stomach. Fuck, he was so much bigger than you, it made your knees weak.

“I know, Darling, I know. Not here though. Come with me.” He pulled you through the halls and it wasn’t long before the two of you were in what you assumed to be his private sitting room. Or is it a study? You couldn’t take much care of the details hearing the fireplace roar dully while seeing a blanket draped over an expensive-looking emerald couch. Yunho wasted no time in hoisting you up onto his waist, then carefully dropping you onto the velvet couch, his body slotting on top of yours. Your stomach was cluttered with emotions, your head running wild with overthinking thoughts. Lucas had never treated you with so much attention and care. Let alone any real care at all. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had kissed you like this. Then again, you remembered, you’d never been with someone else other than Lucas before this. Feeling love slipping from Yunho, it was like your first time all over again. But this time it felt right. Not some dirty transaction of body fluids. But actual love-making a husband would do to his wife... Yunho seemed to read your mind. “Never been treated like this, huh, my love?”

You shook your head weakly feeling as if you were about to cry. “N-no.”

Yunho growled against your skin. “Fucking immature little boy who doesn’t know how to treat a woman like you. Can’t believe I’ll be the first to ruin you completely. Not that I’m complaining. I bet that little fucking excuse for a man couldn’t get you to bed properly” he said with a shit-eating grin, his tongue lapping your neck. He pulled back to look at you in your eyes. “Has anyone ever tried this sweet pussy baby?” Your eyes widened at his filthy question covering your mouth with your hand you mewled a little, No, to his reply.

Yunho smiled devilishly. “So let me get this straight. You’re saying I’m gonna be the first one to taste you. Have you come on my tongue? Jesus Baby. You are spoiling me right now.” He groaned, and without warning he hooked his fingers on the hem of your pants, pulling them down as well as your panties. But not before he slowly slid off your heels giving your ankles a little kiss while doing so. You were dripping for him, some of it leaking onto the expensive couch already. He licked his lips, running a finger through you, loving everything he was witnessing.

You moaned, bucking into his touch. He slowly inserted two fingers into you before pulling them back out, then pushed it in again a little more harshly. His fingers were huge, making you wonder if you were struggling with his fingers, how would his cock feel deep inside you. He lowered his mouth to you, giving you a chance to feel his hot breath on your folds before diving in. You felt sparks fly across your skin as his mouth finally touched you. He groaned, lips moving and sucking across your clit as his tongue moved in unison with his fingers. He continued his assault until you were writhing against him, practically shoving your hips into his face for more friction. He took it all, gripping your hips with a bruising force. It wasn’t long before you were coming undone, sparks flashing across your eyes as you tensed and twitched. Yunho didn’t give you a second to recover before he was freeing himself from his suit pants. He was enormous, you could see his cock throbbing from where you laid. You gulped, eyes widening with worry. He is definitely not going to fit.

“It’ll fit, don’t worry, Darling. You might be tiny compared to me, but I’ll make you’re stuffed nicely,” he said with a laugh when he saw your shocked expression. “Cause I’ll make you fucking filled when I’m done.” He stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, slowly pushing the engorged head into you with an audible pop. You gasped at the sensation, your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ as he shoved himself in. His eyes screwed shut in bliss when he bottomed out. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them to either side of you so he could start his thrusts slow but deep.

“So fucking tight, did your pathetic husband even fuck you? Fuck, are you crying baby? Am I that big for you?.” He hoisted both of your legs over his broad shoulders, finding a new angle to pound into you from.

“God, you feel so good,” You whined. “Oh shit, you’re so big Yuyu...” He lost control hearing the nickname slip off your tongue, snapping his hips roughly. He was going to ruin you if it was the last thing he did.

“That’s it, sweetheart. All mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re fucking mine. I was made for this pussy.” Your fingers clawed his covered back, tugging at his dress suit jacket. His thrust were inhuman, becoming faster and harder each time he pushes inside of you. “Never gonna let that fucking douchebag, pathetic piece of shit ever touch you again,” he panted. “I’ve got you now.” He kissed your neck, then your jaw, before kissing you on your soft lips.

“I only want you, I’m yours,” you moaned, feeling an unfamiliar white heat inside of you, coiling around your stomach. “Y-Yunho I can’t I-I take… fuck, you’re so big.”

“You can take it, I know you can because you’re my good girl, right? You want to be my good girl don’t you?” You nodded against him, tightening your grip. He snarled into your neck as his hips began to snap into you with a roughness you already knew you would come to crave every day and night. “you coming, Baby?” Yunho said, feeling your tightness around him, “I need to feel you come around my cock. Please."

You didn’t have to hear him twice as you came around him, moaning so loudly you thank the party was loud enough to conceal any noise. Yunho wasn’t far behind, stuttering and shoving himself as deep into you as he could reach, spilling his hot white seed into you. His thrusts wore slower before finally coming to a halt. You both took a minute of catching your breath, Yunho moved off you, watching himself slip out of you before his cum began to leak out after.

He picked your underwear off the floor before shoving them in his pocket with a smirk. He then pulled your pants back up your legs, readjusting your heels and smoothing your hair, whispering just how well you did for him. He made sure you were presentable, even though you looked beautiful at any moment, especially when you were fucked out on his cock. But that was a visual just saved for him. You felt a blush creep up your cheek you wanted to speak, but it didn’t last as the doors to the room burst open, making you jump up in fright.

Lucas stood there, his fists clenched at his sides. “What the fuck is going on here?” He snarled, stalking over to you. Before he could get too close, Yunho stood. He absolutely towered above Lucas, coming in between you and him.

“I’d watch yourself if I were you, Mr Kim,” he spoke. His voice was deadly calm and his expression showed nothing.

“You just fucked my wife you bastard.” he spat straight in Yunho’s face making him suddenly see red.

“Remember who you’re speaking to.” Yunho got straight into Lucas's space, his deep voice growling lowly.

Lucas audibly gulped quickly giving up, but he peered around Yunho and glared at you. “Fine. Come on, we’re going home. damn slut,” he said backing away from the larger male but Yunho lunged forward, grabbing Lucas by the collar and lifting him off the floor with ease.

“You don’t get to fucking speak to her like that,” he growled. “She’s not your wife. And I vow that you’ll be begging for death once I’m done with you.” Yunho threw Lucas onto the floor and he scrambled backwards, staring up at the mob boss with clear terror in his eyes. Yunho turned around, kneeling beside you and pulling your hands into his large ones. “Come with me, Darling. Let’s get back to the party shall we.” You nodded, tucking yourself into his side as he guided you out of the room, and back towards the main hall.

“So, you were really serious about me being yours?” You said, gazing up at Yunho curiously not even worrying about how two very scaring-looking men that Yunho called Mingi and Hongjoong entered the room that you left Lucas in. 

“Damn right,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I gotcha now, My love. And I ain’t letting go.”

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[skyforlays]

Hot for a Teacher

Sub Ðilf Toji X Dom Black Coded Tall curvy Teacher Reader

Cw: Handjob, ,whimpering,Toji being a filthy slut, titty sucking a tad of feminization if u squint 😋

(My breedable bbg anyways)

wc:1,088

18 + MINORS DNI!!

Toji was a needy man. He was a single dad raising a child, and for Pete's sake, he needed something like a woman. He couldn't recall the last time he was put in his place, wanting to be on the receiving end for so long. After his ex-wife left him with a child, this is all he had: Megumi and work. He was a pretty boring man, he'll admit that, but to his surprise, he received a call from his son's teacher.

Mr Fushiguro I’d like you to come in for a parent-teacher conference to speak with you, you said in a calm tone.

"Yes, of course, I'll be right there. Toji gets in his car and begins to drive to the school. He enters the school as he ponders why his son's teacher is asking to meet. He walks to the front desk. "Hi, I'm Toji Fushiguro. I'm looking for my son's teacher.

"What's your son's name, sir?"

Megumi Fushiguro Oh, alright, follow me, sir. Toji followed the lady to your classroom, and he couldn't believe what his eyes laid upon. Tall, around 5'9 in height, curvy in all the right places, he felt as though he could stare at you for hours.

"You must be Megumi's dad. You go and extend your hands to shake it. Mr. Fushiguro, you ask politely, Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I apologize, he says in a nervous tone as he awkwardly shakes your hand.

“Um, can I ask why you wanted to see me?".

"Well, sir, I just wanted to congratulate you. congratulate me why?

"Your son is highly advanced. He is only in second grade, but it seems like he doesn't even need it; he's very intelligent."

"Oh, thank you. I just try my best to read to him and practice his skills. He says to her, Is that all you called me here for?"

"Yes, sir, I just wanted to give you a heads up on how your child was doing. I thought you would be interested in the process of your son skipping a grade. He is very advanced beyond this class, and I want all my students to be challenged."

"Will you still be his teacher?"

"Yes, Mr. Fushiguro. I would still be your son's teacher. Alright, then I am perfectly okay with my son skipping a grade. When would this take effect?"

"Immediately, he would be in a new third grade around next week once I informed my principal and made sure he was all caught up with the new changes."

Alright, thank you for meeting me here today. You must be extremely proud of your son.

"Yes, yes, I am.".

I hate for you to leave empty-handed, you say as you look at him cunnigly. Would you like to stay for a cup of coffee? I understand if you're too busy or if you probably have a wife at home. You say you're hoping to find out if he's single or not.

No, no wife, just me and Megumi; she left me.

Oh, I'm sorry if that was personal. 

No, no, it's okay. I don't mind at all.

Are you married by any chance to any wife or husband at home?

No, I am single and nothing with nobody for a long time.

Ah, perfect—not perfect. It's just good to work on yourself and weed out what you like and don't like.

I would love to stay for a cup of coffee, if you don't mind. Plus, Megumis is at home with the babysitter anyway, so he's alright.

perfect. The evening felt magical. You and Toji talked for what felt like hours, talking about your favorite movies and shows. It felt like you, too, were really connecting.

After laughing at the millionth joke, tonight you decide you should wrap this up.

It was lovely talking with you, Mr. Fushiguro. 

Toji, please call me Toji. 

It was lovely talking with you, Toji, but we should go.

agreed.

You both felt the sexual tension as you both didn't want to say goodbye and end the night just yet. 

I know we just met, but I know you can feel that spark between us. He says getting closer to you would be so wrong if I wanted to kiss you right here and right now.

You bit your lip in anticipation, no, because I'm feeling it too.

You passionately kiss him as Toji lowly moans in your mouth. As the kissing gets more aggressive, you push Toji down on your desk and start kissing his neck. 

His back starts to arch as he moans lowly as you lick and suck his milky neck, leaving red marks all over him. 

"Please mistress more, he says, so out of it, after being touched for the first time in two years, Toji was enjoying his time being pampered.”

"What do you want Mistress to do, baby? you whisper as you nibble his ear.”

“anything he says, whimpering” 

You immediately unbuckle his pants as you start to slowly stroke his cock.

“You’re  so big, baby, you whisper in his ear.’’

You continue your slow strokes as Toji begins to suck on your tits in pleasure. You lowly moan, trying not to make too much noise.

You pick up the pace as you squeeze Tojis big tits as he sucks on yours. 

“m-mistress, please, I want to cum. Please let me cum.”

“You want to cum You want to be a good girl and cum for your mistress?”

“Yes, mistress, I want to be a good girl for you. Please let me come, he says as his voice begins to crack and slow whimpers begin to escape his gorgeous mouth”.

Then do it cum for me cum for mistress.

He cums in a silent scream as he tries to regain his breath after one of the best orgasms he ever had.

You kiss him lovingly as Toji wraps his hands around your neck, wanting to pull you in closer. 

That was one of the best orgasms I ever had.

Well, baby, you better get used to a lot of orgasms like that because you belong to me now, you whisper in his ear.

You take his phone and put in your number. Get home safe, Mr.Fushiguro. You say you are fixing yourself as you leave your classroom.

Toji gets a message from his phone. 

unknown:Clean my desk for me, baby, you made quite a mess.

Toji looks at the mess he made. Fuck, he's never letting you go now.

[bchan95]

Tension Pt. 2

Part 1

I turned my head to look over my shoulder and met his furrowed brows. I plaster a smile across my face and roll my eyes at him.

“He’s literally just being nice, you don’t need to get all “overprotective older brother Channie” right now… plus, that sweet girl looks so bored in the corner now.”

I met her eyes from across the bar. She was trying to be nonchalant about the way she was looking over at our table, but I could feel her stare burning every few seconds. I took another sip from my glass and returned my attention to the table.

That’s when he grips my shoulder. Squeezing it two times before sitting down in the chair next to me. I hated when he got like this. All aggressive and moody. It immediately brought the vibe of the table down. I shot a pleading look toward Yuna, hoping somehow she could break the ice.

“So Chan, who is this girl?” Yuna asked. You could tell from her tone that she could have cared less about that answer, her eyes widening with fake amusement before they met mine again.

Chan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before responding. “Her name is Momo, and I just met her on the dance floor here. Nothing serious.”

I could feel him looking at me but I couldn’t bear looking back at him. I knew that my eyes would have given away that I was upset, and then he’d ask why and I’d have to lie. Again.

“Y/N,” Felix said softly, changing the subject “You should really ask that bartender for his number… he’s fit.”

I heard Chan sigh and pick up his glass again. I looked at Felix with a soft smile and rolled my eyes. I busied my hands by playing the puddle of condensation under my glass. I swished the cold liquid up and down the table as I thought of a proper response.

The truth? He was fit. I would be interested. If there wasn’t someone I was preoccupied with. Someone who didn’t even know he was standing in the way. I shook my head, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“He is pretty cute, but I’m not interested in talking to anyone tonight. I just want to be with you guys.”

Felix’s smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered with a soft knowing glance as he raised his glass to the middle of the table. Everyone followed suit in cheers, “happy birthdays” echoing across the group. After the celebratory sip, Yuna leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. Felix nodded, rapidly texting on his phone. Moments later, Lia’s phone lit up and she glanced at it with a slight smirk. Suddenly they all were rising from the table.

“We just want to get some air,” Felix said, smiling right at me. “We’ll be right back.”

The three scurried out of the room, leaving Chan and I at the table. I want to kill them. The silence in the air was ridiculous. It was never this weird with just the two of us, but I felt like my eyes had to be glued to this glass otherwise I’d combust if a single word came out of my mouth to him.

He touched my arm, drawing my attention to him. His deep brown eyes widened in this weirdly sentimental fashion. I tilted my head as I gazed at him. What changed in the last half hour? Where was the bold man with the gold rings and confident touch?

“What?” I giggled out of nerves.

He frowned even more “I feel like I let you down tonight.”

I scrunched my face. He chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for my response. A response I couldn’t find as I recounted everything that happened that night. His grip on my arm tightened a bit and I took a sharp breath in before finally speaking.

“What? How could you let me down?”

Chan shook his head, pulling his chair closer to mine. I could smell the honey on that whisky now. The sweetness of the smell mixed with the emotions swimming in his eyes almost had me reaching out to kiss him. I felt reckless when he was like this. Focused on me.

“I ditched you for a girl… again,” He sighed, his eyes widening even more. “Forgive me?”

I smirked at him, rolling my eyes. “Chan, I am not your mom… you don’t have to apologize for flirting.”

He fully frowned then, letting go of me. The sudden release brought a sudden chill to my forearm. I watched as he took another sip of his alcohol before speaking again. The way that glass raised to his plush lips.

No. Y/N. I shook my head, removing those intrusive thoughts from my brain. When his eyes met mine again was a little less heavy and he let himself softly smile.

“Are you okay Chan, you’re so quiet it’s making me nervous…” I say with a giggle, even though I was the farthest from joking.

I’ve known Chan for a long time. I know how easily he can shut down. When we were younger, far before either of us went to therapy, we would have explosive arguments about stupid things that would lead to weeks and weeks of silence on both of our ends. Fights over not having time for each other, for moving away, for forgetting birthdays and countless other reasons.

They’d always have to be solved by one of us caving and riding our bikes over to the other’s house with sour gummies in hand to apologize.

It had been a long time since Chan iced me out like that, and I wasn’t about to have it happen again. I tentatively placed my hand on his knee. This motion jolted him to attention, his eyes landing on mine again with rose-dusted cheeks.

“Seriously, what’s up?”

Chan looked at me again for a moment before sighing. He moved his chair even closer to mine. My heart slightly raced at the closeness but you stopped that daydream as soon as it started. His eyes darted, never focusing on one of the features of my face for too long. I felt my face heating up too. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“You… you’re really not into the bartender.”

I could have screamed. He wasn’t talking to me and was dragging out this whole silent treatment because of that bartender I talked to for 30 seconds? I opened my mouth to protest his ask when he spoke again, a bit softer.

“Because… I kind of don’t want you to be.”

That response glued my mouth shut in shock. What did he mean by that? It couldn’t possibly be what I think it is. I bite down on my lower lip, waiting for him to continue to speak but he stops there, looking at me with those round dark eyes. His hands moved to my knees.

“Chan, I told you that you don’t need to worry about me…”

“I’m not worried…. I’m…” he stops for a moment and takes a deep breath. His finger taps against my skin. “I’m jealous?”

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reaction. My cheeks grow warmer. He makes it so easy for my delusion to spiral. He’s been with another girl all night and he’s jealous of me giggling with a bartender? I wanted to spill my drink all over him and walk out. But I maintained composure, giggling softly.

“Mr. ladies man who has been dancing with a gorgeous girl all night is jealous of his bestie having a 2-second conversation with a stranger?” I teased, scrunching my nose at him as he rolled his eyes.

“I know it’s stupid,” He says as his hands draw random designs on my legs. “I just haven’t seen you act like that with someone before… so confident and giggly and… it made me feel some type of way.”

I raised an eyebrow “Yeah? Would you like to share this type of way with the class?”

He laughed for real that time, meeting my eyes with that lazy smile that I loved so much. The one that caused my heart to feel tight and warm like it was burning alive. He nodded at me before opening his mouth again.

“Like I wanted to wring his neck,” I scoff, causing him to smile wider. “I’m serious, I am the only one who should make you smile like that.”

I shook my head “You goof, you’re my best friend, you make me smile all the time.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Saying what?”

He stood as we spat back and forth. My eyes rose to meet his towering figure. He shook his head, walking closer and caging me in with my back against the table. My heart was thumping so loud I was sure he’d hear it.

“Best friend.”

I leaned my head to the side “Are you not my best friend?”

He laughed loudly, his hand coming down to touch my cheek. I was sure I was sunburnt at this point. The heat of his touch was too much for me to really understand right now.

“I am… but I’m also…” He leaned down toward my face, breath feathering my skin with a cool breeze. “I also kind of want to do this.”

“Chan, I-“ My sentence was cut off by his lips on mine. He moved slowly, savoring every push and pull of our lips as he pecked them repeatedly.

As we pulled away, I pushed his chest away from me. I stared at him in confusion. He looked back at me with the same sort of blank look, hands in his pockets. None of us said anything for a moment. I looked over to the left and the girl who had been there the whole night was gone. I looked back up at him again and his eyes were still on me. Unmoving.

[broken-egg-yolk-blog]

“It’s simply the best part of the year, neeks, you’ll see”

The sunny faced boy lay next to him, propped up on his elbows, eyelids half shut and face turned to the warm afternoon sky. Will Solace seemed to glow in the sunlight, not that Nico was noticing it. Will was currently sharing how ‘magical’ camp was the first week after the summer session ended, Nico wasn’t so sure. Then again he had never stuck around long enough to see. That would be changing this year.

“Maybe,” Nico replied, mindlessly running his fingers through the grass by his feet.

“The first day or two are always strange, but once the initial shock of how empty camp is settles in, that week is the best,” Will continued, a soft smile settling onto his face, “the change from summer activities into year round activities always takes a little, so we basically get a week off to do whatever we want”

Nico contemplated, not entirely sure on how different that was from the state of camp currently, “and you don’t get bored?”

“Gods no. At least, I don’t. It’s like, the first time I get an actual break from the infirmary”

Nico hummed a response, that did seem nice, Will had a tendency to overwork himself so a break was more than deserved.

“Plus it’ll be extra good this year.”

“Why?”

Will slid his eyes open, looking sideways at the boy beside him, “because you’re staying, idiot.”

Despite himself, Nico found the familiar feeling of his cheeks warming with a flush. Will cracked a grin upon seeing his reaction, causing Nico to valiantly roll his eyes and bury his face into his knees.

Nico found it odd how the son of apollo still sought out his company. Don’t get him wrong, he was forever grateful for his company, more so than he would like to admit actually, but at times it felt strange to him. At first he was convinced it was because Solace felt it was his medical duty to make sure that he didn’t fade away into the shadows completely. His mandatory stay in the infirmary was easy proof for that. However it had been 17 days since he was released, not that Nico was counting, and he still found Will Solace jogging over to him during his occasional down time. The two of them had spent a good portion of the days together in the recent weeks.

After the battle, the infirmary had been overflowing, Nico had seen it first hand. Injured demigods, hunters, and allies alike were fit into beds, chairs, corners or tables wherever they could be. Will, as bold and unmovable as he was, refused to turn away anyone seeking medical attention. Not after what they’d been through. While he slept for the majority of the first two days, and was practically force fed during his every waking moment between, the last day of his stay Nico found himself sitting in his bed, prepping bandages and sorting whichever supplies Will had tossed his way. It could’ve been the fact that it give him something to do with his hands or kept him busy, or the fact that Will had thanked him so profusely, meeting his eyes without any fear and giving him a genuine look of soft kindness, but Nico found himself back in the infirmary after a day or two of being freed. This time however he was simply volunteering.

“Earth to Nico,”

“What?” Nico turned to Will again, seeing him with that same smug smile and hint of amusement in his eyes that made his stomach flip. He held back another eye roll.

“I was asking if you had any plans for the rest of today, but it seems you were too busy sniffing your jeans and hiding from my beloved affection to hear me,”

Nico pointedly ignored his remark and instead bit his lip, calculating a response before letting himself speak.

“Not really, I already sparred with Jason this morning and that was about all that was on my to-do list I guess.”

“Perfect,” Will laid back fully, stretching his arms overhead, causing his shirt to ride up and expose part of his lower stomach. Not that Nico was looking. “After lunch you can come help me in the infirmary, it’s mostly empty of people now but I like to restock at the end of each summer.”

Nico suppressed a small smile, an invitation to help do a chore was not anything to get all excited over. He had a reputation to uphold, obviously. One that did not include getting excited to help his overly bold friend organize gauze pads.

“If you absolutely insist that I must.” He flourished his statement with a small dramatic sigh.

“I absolutely do.” Will sat up again, shaking the grass from his hair, “Now, stop blushing and help me up, death boy”

“I was not blushing.” Nico mumbled, pushing himself to his feet.

“Mhmm.” Will dragged out as Nico pulled him up by the wrist, despite the fact that Will was significantly more substantial than him.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Am not, I just have a naturally appealing personality that makes everyone constantly swoon,”

Nico rolled his eyes once again, tactically turning away from the blonde, “Point and case, Solace.”

“You’ll see one day, Nico, you will see and you will beg for my forgiveness,”

Nico scoffed a response as he strode away. He was trying everything in his power, his extremely large demigodly amount of power, to not see. It was the last he needed right now, yet he knew it was too late.

“Go eat. I’ll see you in the infirmary in an hour. Doctor’s orders.” Will tacked on the last part, his voice clearly displaying the smirk on his face.

“Screw you, Solace.”

“I bet you would love to.”

Nico’s face burnt red. Will Solace would be the absolute death of him. How ironic, considering he was supposed to be a healer.

part two

[robinofinashiro]

prompt: “it's okay, you can touch me. i won't break."

characters/fandom: giorno giovanna x reader / jojos bizarre adventure

status/note: sometimes i listen to dumbass music while writing and was hearing the can-can so i guess that song inspired this fic for absolutely no damn reason LMAO bc it makes absolutely no sense lmao

pronouns used: she/her and afab!

giorno had heard of you. you were the newest recruit into passione and damn did he hear the stories that trailed behind you. it wasn't that you were notorious for murdering people or anything but this sudden personality that sprung into the gang made him wonder how the hell you got tied into this lifestyle.

much like narancia, you were very loud, extremely extroverted at times, and even went out to seek thrills if you were feeling bored enough. all of this was brought to him by bruno who was informing him the new girls arrival.

he was away on mafia business on bruno's behalf for what felt like ages, so he knew he had to return back to Italy to see for himself. he knew the gang could use its silly moments especially if the situation called for it. he figured you, narancia, and mista were getting along way too well for abba's liking.

once he touched down in Italy, he had narancia and fugo waiting for him with his black car. he said his hello's to the two boys as they filled him on what he missed while he was gone.

"oh, and the new girl, she's so awesome!" narancia exclaimed. giorno's ears perked up in sudden interest, "she's from mexico i think but she grew up here but her spanish is so cool! plus, she makes good food!" giorno laughed at how fast narancia was talking.

he figured he must've been stuck to your side for a while if he knew this much by now. usually narancia wasn't one to know this much about others so giorno wondered how open you were about your life.

once they arrived, giorno made his way to his office to situate his things before heading to greet everyone. he had to file a few things and inform bruno about the specifics of his trip before he could think of relaxing even the tiniest bit but once he did, he made his way to the living area.

he saw the back of your hair as he saw you talking rather loudly with mista. the two of you were talking about some soccer match that had happened over the weekend as he made his way to the coffee area to make himself a cup.

you were still arguing with mista when he looked up and saw giorno, "hey, you're back!" he exclaimed. your eyebrows fluttered in confusion when you looked up to see who he was talking to, "this is ( your name )," mista said as giorno finally looked at the two of you.

giorno stared at you for a moment before composing himself, "giorno," he mumbled, his voice not as confident as it usually is. you gave giorno a bright smile, a part of him immediately wondering how the hell you wrapped yourself up into a lifestyle like this, "( your name ), nice to meet you don giovanna," you said excitedly.

giorno didn't know how to respond besides shaking your hand. you instantly went back to speaking to mista who was now smirking at his friend.

mista was able to read his boss like the back of his hand.

-

"gio-gio! we need to go like right now!" you said stomping your foot impatiently. the blond rolled his eyes but obliged. you were waiting for him as the two of you were now disguised in the outfits that demanded the two of you to enter a very prestige venue.

the rest of passione had gotten a head start but you had taken such a long time to get ready that once you were done, giorno had been in the midst of doing something else. he hadn't been able to look at your outfit or how well dressed you were.

giorno's eyes widened when he finally saw the outfit you had on. you were wearing a black dress that fitted your curves way too nicely. your hair was pulled back and pin straight, "does this look okay? i feel like i'm under dressed," you muttered to him.

he shook his head, dismissing the idea immediately as the two of you entered the car. the driver that was assigned to the both of you opened the door as he couldn't help but sneak a peek at you from behind. giorno immediately gave the man a look which made him shiver in fright.

it wasn't a secret to anyone that the don of passione had fell for the new recruit and although it had been months since your initial meeting, giorno still hadn't grown to the idea of formally asking you out and it didn't seem like you had any idea that he was interested in you. for a moment, giorno thought you were into abba as you were always by his side.

he was lucky that his stand hadn't manifested itself to be affectionate towards your own stand yet but he knew that if he didn't admit to his feelings soon, his stand was going to do it for him and that was the last thing he wanted.

once the two of you arrived to the venue, you saw many familiar faces. they belonged to those who you called allies and even friends. this dinner was a sort of meeting between allies and what could be done to secure the future of all of your gangs.

what had surprised you on the other hand was how surprised everyone was when they saw you walking out with giorno. they had never seen the don with someone let alone someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you.

you were immediately given a glass of wine as you started to speak to trish and narancia. bruno and giorno were off on business as you were basically told to look pretty and try to not cause a ruckus with narancia which bruno knew was hard for the two of you to do.

as bruno and giorno were away from everyone, bruno could see the longing gaze that giorno had for you, "even people like us deserve love, even if it feels like we shouldn't. i've seen the looks you've made towards her since the day you met her and i think it's time you make a move before someone else does it," giorno knew he was speaking about abba who seemed to have some sort of feelings towards you as well.

the night continued on as you felt giorno's stare at you. you weren't an idiot after all. although you and narancia constantly gave off dumbass energy on the daily, you were also a girl. a girl who could tell when a man was staring at you and seemed to do that a lot lately.

you shot the blond a smile and made your way towards him as he composed himself. his heart was racing a mile a minute as you stood in front of him.

"what has you looking so serious don giovanna," he chuckled at the formal name as he finally stepped forward and let himself make the move he had been holding back for so long.

"it's okay, you can touch me, i won't break," you murmured to him. he smiled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. his hand found your lower back as your arms wrapped around his neck, "i am a mafia member after all," you joked.

giorno shook his head, "thank you for accepting this dance, i can tell many wish they were in my position at the moment," you rolled your eyes in slight annoyance, "i can tell but there's only one person allowed to even be this close to me at the moment and that's you," you whispered.

the two of you kept brushing your lips against each others until giorno finally deepened the kiss. you returned the kiss with the same energy as you ran your fingers through his slightly curled hair.

"and i better be the only one allowed to kiss you this way," giorno muttered, his slight dominance finally showing. you hummed in agreement, "the one and only don."

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Thirty Three) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Parts 1-20, 21-30, 31, 32...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker @misatmosfear @crazyunsexycool

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TW: a little bit of happy crying.

[[A/N: girl let's tie up some loose ends!!! Thanks for reading !!! ]]

You were silently doing some of the chores around the house -day relatively passive, nothing of note. It was these kinds of days you enjoyed most, where you could simply exist, busy yourself to an extent.

So, you were doing a mix of things -at the current moment, you were hanging clothes to dry. Dress bellowing in the wind, it felt quite nice on your skin. You'd chance to later go on a walk. To where you weren't sure, but you were quite certain you'd end up at the Grimes Estate. Always did.

The chirps of birds and rustle of wind filling your ears, you were quite at peace then. Pinning up dresses and towels and father's shirts, you found comfort in the monotony. Motions fluid and practiced, a little bit like dancing.

Though, you would admit dancing was much more fun than such a chore.

Your mind lit up with balls, with music. Twirling dance partners of all sorts, you had danced with quite a few types of people. Being the eldest, everyone often asked for a dance, and being the eldest, you rarely refused.

Plus, it was quite fun dancing with all kinds of people -older, younger, richer, poorer. All types of people danced differently, and you had dabbled in quite a few. Some were funnier than others, and some were not quite as... exciting. Those were the worst, the boring ones.

Maggie quite believed that those with the least skills were the worst. But you heartily disagreed, they (in the right circumstances) can be quite fun. You'd always find something to laugh about later if a man had danced oddly. The worst ones were those with no flair, no talking, no joy.

Their technique could be flawless, each step in time, but it wouldn't be a good dance. Part of the event of dancing was the chatter, the laughter, the joyous swings with the music. Without that, the movements were rather bland and experience monotone.

You'd much rather dance with someone of lesser quality.

You supposed now though, you didn't have to worry about dancing with others. Betrothed, you had quite the built-in dance partner.

Dances with Mr. Grimes were a tedious balance, his movements fluid and practiced and the banter wonderfully produced. It was exciting, not only to be near such a man you held so dearly but to dance with someone as well socialized as himself.

He was clever, witty, and wonderful-

Perhaps, you were a little biased in retrospect. But you did truly believe that dancing with Mr. Grimes had to be one of the delights of your life. To keep such conversations going and move so eloquently to the music, was special. You were glad to be on the receiving end of it.

Although, you were quite certain that Mr. Grimes would say you were the one with such characteristics. As he always did.

"Y/N, darling," Headmistress called out, "-come here, will you?"

Grabbing the empty basket, you waltzed back up to the door -head filled with wonderous sorts of songs and the image of dancing with Mr. Grimes. You were quite smiley, as Maggie would say.

You hummed, placing the basket where it usually stayed -fidgetting with some leftover cloth, "What is it you needed, ma'am?"

Headmistress didn't say anything.

You pursed your lips, turning to face her -curiosity blooming through your chest. What your eyes met was simply not expected.

Headmistress stood there, hand outstretched with a stack of paper -you recognized the ivory. Her dress was crinkled and hair mussed, she looked quite worse for wear -there was a question on the tip of your tongue.

"I finally decided to read them, my dear," she swallowed and you could hear the clog of her nose -the redness of her cheeks to match.

With a start, you realized what she held -the letters, the invitations, from oh so long ago. Something in you had forgotten you'd given them to her to read, desperate for her to understand and forgive Mr. Grimes.

You with ease pulled the papers from her hands -fingers gently carding through them. It was such a mix of emotions to be holding them again -it brought you back to such a place of uncertainty but also at the very beginning of something so wonderful.

She sniffled, dabbing at her eye with a handkerchief, "I couldn't quite do it, at first, all that time ago. All I felt was guilt, and I believed reading these would only further that."

You merely looked at her -watching.

"I cannot express how sorry I am for my misdeeds, and though I do believe you have already forgiven me," she sighed, her voice cracked only slightly, "-I humbly ask for your forgiveness."

"Headmistress-"

"I was holding something so wonderful back from one of my own," she cried, breath biting through her lungs, "-I do not believe I can forgive myself, but I do ask you to. If you have not already."

"Headmistress," you tried to interject.

"If such a thing had ended in heartbreak," she continued, "-I would've certainly never forgiven myself. I hope you know-"

"Headmistress," you stressed, running your hands down her arms, smiling, "-please do not cry. I have long forgiven you."

She seemed to settle slightly then, something heavy lifting from her shoulders; you wondered how long she'd carried such a thing, briefly. You slid your hands down to grab hers, comforting.

"And I urge you not to think of such possibilities," you squeezed her hands, "-Mr. Grimes told me that there was no limit to his affections, and he would have waited forever had I asked him to."

Headmistress was tearing up again, but you felt that this time her reasoning was much different.

"So, even if you had postponed my reaction longer than it was," you explained, "-it is my belief that the outcome would not change."

"Oh," she laughed -a little weepy, "-the man does love you so, doesn't he?"

"Very much," you smiled, "-And I like to believe I love him just the same."

"Oh, my darling girl," Headmistress sighed, hand smoothing over your cheek, "-you are to be married so soon, and to a wonderful man, no doubt."

You leaned into her hand, watching as her eyes began to wetten, and her smile smooth across her lips -something passing through her eyes, "I shall say that I'm rather proud of you."

Your eyes began to fog up then.

"It is with no doubt that the man fell in love with just you," she echoed, rubbing her fingers along your face -looking at you like she could still see you as a child but it was now shifting, "-you need no training to be such a person. It was only a matter of time, really-"

You laughed, "Headmistress-"

"No, truly!" She hummed, a bit joyfully, "-Had you not met Mr. Grimes at the market, I'm sure you would have elsewhere. Either by mine own hand, or just within Alexandria. I believe it destiny that he loves you."

"Headmistress," you spoke, softly.

"No man loves as powerful as he does without such a reason."

It was an idea that you had been familiar with, one that Mr. Grimes had many a times expressed. He seemed ever convinced of it, that your souls were intertwined. That you were the superior one, and he was made as a compliment.

"Seeing you for the first time felt like everythin' in my life shifted, I found ya. You must understand, I was made for you."

"You existed, and the world built me off of ya. I, by some grace of God, found you."

You weren't sure you quite agreed, Rick Grimes was anything but inferior, but the sentiment was all the same. Made for each other.

You often thought back to the day you met him and the feelings therein. Sure, they were surprisingly new and you'd been drawn to him quite quickly. Something of a new, handsome presence you had never quite seen. Always wondering why Judith had chosen you of everyone within the market if it was, in fact, an act of destiny.

There was always the opinion that she saw your berries, to be frank. Or maybe you just looked safe, kind, you did get that a little bit from onlookers.

But there was something in you that said even without Judith, he would have found you.

Perhaps he would've brushed into you, stopping to apologize or maybe you'd drop something after running through the shops (lord knows your hands were often full) and he'd pick it up. There was just the rightness of you and Mr. Grimes as if your souls had been matched -crafted expertly by God.

"I may agree with you, Headmistress," you finally replied.

"You should agree with me," she spoke -frankly, "-you could ask for the most rare sort of gem and I'm certain he'd cross the ocean to find it."

That was the thing, there were no limits for Mr. Grimes, but you wouldn't ask him to pursue them. You were perfectly happy within your the life you lived, whether that was with Mr. Grimes or without.

Though without him, something would certainly feel as though it was missing.

A man willing to go as far as necessary, and a woman who only really needs him by her side. It was an odd sort of match, but you supposed anyone who asked him to reach such bounds would be rather exploitative.

Perhaps the kind that only chase the money.

You were nothing of the kind.

"You know I would not ask him to," you laughed in response, "-I'm perfectly happy with what he gifts me here."

Headmistress's eyes trailed to your basket, poised carefully on the kitchen counter, "He does give you quite quality gifts, does he not?"

You absent-mindedly trailed to it as well, eyes lingering on it -thinking back to that day with a fond smile, "He's quite mischievous in that way, all such expensive gifts are done without my knowledge, so I can't refuse them."

"Would you?" She asked curiously, "-If given the option, would you refuse them?"

You pursed your lips for a moment, thinking about such an idea. Suppose the lavender dress, had he made it personally for you under different circumstances, would you accept it? Or the basket? Or the portrait?

"I suppose not," you remarked -thoughtfully, "-He does it out of his affections, and I believe it an extension of them. I would be daft to refuse such a thing."

"So why do you refuse them, darling?"

"I... I don't know," you hummed, thinking to yourself, "-I'd guess it was something of a confidence issue. I value myself much under what Mr. Grimes tends to give me. Or-"

Headmistress listened very carefully, for once.

"Or I did," you corrected, "-I'm working on such things now. Valuing myself properly, perhaps not as high as Mr. Grimes does-"

"Oh, you'd surely believe you were god," she retorted -pompously, "-I cannot imagine anything quite higher than you in his mind."

You laughed, eyes dropping toward the table by the wall -where the letters lay. You'd set them there in your urge to calm Headmistress. Eyes lingering along each fold and expansive of ivory, your fingers reach out again and you pull them toward your chest.

And on the off chance you don't understand what I mean, I ask, from the depths of my heart, don't leave Alexandria.

Written through all of this was his very own heart extended to you, like an offering. Something so personal, vulnerable, in every single word, you remember the feeling once you realized that.

The realization that you were wrong, that it was an assumption, that he quite possibly wanted you. Did want you, if his words were to be believed. And you believed them.

I fear if I cannot explain it now then, she may never know. And I truly don't wish for it to end this way, or for it to end at all.

I will not stop trying. I can't.

And I ask that you honor that and tell your sister I am still fighting, that I have not run away. Please.

You swallowed, eyes just a little misty. It was the last letter, the one addressed to you, that you held in your hands. Your eyes flickered through the words, reading briskly. It all rang familiar.

My head is a mess as it is, but I find something clears it all when I think about you. I've never been more certain about you. I suppose I'm just afraid I don't know if you are as certain as you once were. I want you to be. I need you to be.

You smiled, a little bittersweet. Your fingers gently rubbed against the ivory -holding it like a prized possession.

You supposed it was.

"I shall intend to keep these," you hummed, briefly flickering over every written word -mindlessly you rubbed at your nose, "-They are quite emotional, but..."

Headmistress's hand found itself on your shoulder, squeezing once solidly. She roamed to your side -reading over your shoulder.

"That one," she said, a little wistfully, "'s rather desperate. A man of his status does not beg, but-"

Your fingertips traced over the ink, absent-mindedly imagining the scratch of his quill. His composure, or what you believed it to be. Was he crying? Was he desolate, desperate as she said?

"-he begged for you."

"Yes," you hummed, biting at your lip -the tears bubbling up your throat (it felt a bit like the first time you'd heard Mr. Grimes wanted to marry you, deliriously happy), "-Yes, he did. Didn't he?"

She laughed, a little weepy too -happy in her own right, "You've got quite the man in the works, my dear."

"I know," you laughed out, placing the letters back onto the table -spinning to her with a smile beyond comprehension, "-I know, Headmistress. Oh, it's just so-"

The bell in town rung, clearing through your head -you stilled.

"Is that the bell? Truly?"

Headmistress nodded -a confused look crossing her face.

"My final dress fitting!" You nearly exclaimed -eyes darting across the space in front of you, "-Oh, I need the carriage if I'm to be on time now."

"Hershel, dear," Headmistress called out, and you could faintly hear his response, "-We need the carriage, immediately. Call for it, will you?"

You had a spare thought, staring at the pile. Suppose you brought them, and after, talked to Mr. Grimes about them. It might answer some of your questions, and there was something in you that wished him to know how you'd read them -if it was the same as how he intended.

You blew a huff through your nose, grabbing your basket off the counter and piling the paper into it.

And with that, you scampered out the door and into the carriage -at the urge of the Headmistress. Without so much as an extra thought, she tumbled in beside you -speaking quickly to the driver.

You found, even though you hadn't invited her, you didn't quite mind.

[onyourhyuck]

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prologue- “How about you sit and look pretty for me instead.” + “Maybe…support me underneath and i might win.”

tw- gamer hyuck! x bored girlfriend y/n. established relationship. fluff. suggestive (extremely suggestive). Ahem y/n is terrible at gaming 🥲

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You never felt so bored in your life. Usually you’d have something entertaining you, wether that would be your phone, watching kdramas alone or simply having someone next to you to chat with.

Now you don’t have any of those. Your body feels so active and in need to burn energy. Your brain was running a whole ted talk to yourself because you really had no one to speak with currently.

Thing is you could have someone to speak with, if he wasn’t so damn busy playing overwatch.

Your boyfriend Haechan is a gamer, there was no denying that his hobby was games. His love for games was pulsing high and the passion to win drove him crazy. he was naturally competitive, so playing such high risk games was perfect for him and his mischievous sly demure. He heard you whine, calling him for about the hundredth time in over an hour.

But he would rather focus on the intense battle happening right on the front screen, as if it was brainwashing him to never look away despite the fact that you were a literal magnet to pull him away from anything and fully turn his attention to you.

“Hyuck please I’m so bored, at least let me join your game so I can play with you.”

You slur hanging your head over your shared bed’s edge, rolling from the left to the right in driving motion. haechan pulls down his headphone sets, swirling his head to look at you laying on your stomach with your head lifting to stare back.

“You can’t join the game, y/n.” He puts back on the headphone sets with the game noises running through very muffle, the boy simply goes back to playing. You groan loudly.

“Why can’t i play with you?” You would ask again, standing up. You slowly approach your boyfriend’s chair from behind and wrap arms round him where your head is lurking behind his soft locks. Your nostrils start to flare, inhaling his scent, shampoo he uses on his beautiful dyed hair.

it was probably one of your favourite scents that you wish you could smell forever. You’d wish this was the smell of the oxygen you breathe in. He was your oxygen intake.

“Don’t you remember what happened the last time i let you play on my team?” he softly trails warningly as his eyes never left the pc screen. you murmur softly into his neck. “No…”

little did you know you were very much aware of what you did. But in your defence, it wasn’t your fault! He lightly scoffs.

“You killed me thinking I was the enemy y/n…with a grenade.”

You shiver in embarrassment as you whine again, replaying flashbacks of the moment that happened not too long ago. You joined the boys in another game and your boyfriend promised to teach you how to use ever weapon and defend yourself, but when he was teaching you, you happened to be distracted with a green icon that was the grenade leading hyuck to his death doom.

And ever since then he vows to never let you play with games that at least involve fighting and grenades. He was caught by surprise too and he was obviously a bit upset, in the end you did make him lose the important HP levels he was close to levelling up a grade of his avatar.

Moreover, the dreamies teased haechan because of his reaction. it was quite funny, hearing him go suddenly really silent and blinking in the camera. Watching all the stages of grief.

“But- i, okay personally that was my first time playing that game.”

“That hurt my feelings though. So no, you cannot play with me. Plus I already have my teammates baby.” Hyuck shot. He felt you move away from his body as you crawl and sit on his lap where he sat on the comfortable gaming chair with red and black colour scheme, perfectly matching with his hair. He didn’t react much, but you felt a slight stiff air in his chest when he felt you curl on his lap and rest your beautiful endearing face on his chest.

You were like a prying predator watching him like he was your dinner. In all honesty you don’t need much attention, as long as he’s close to you. Haechan doesn’t need to be speaking to you, touching you, he wouldn’t even need to be a massive attentive seeker for you. You felt entertained and much better on his lap sitting there doing nothing but just…

Watching him. As if he was the most interesting, fascinating and extraordinary thing you ever laid your eyes.

He flashes you a gentle smile finally acknowledging your presence as he may have realised he was a bit harsh earlier, though that was because you distracted him. But he can’t blame you for his little mean words. Your boyfriend wraps arms around you, embracing you as he kisses your forehead.

“Hmm I’m sorry. Jeno and Jaemin took your place in the game already. But how about you sit and look pretty for me instead?”

“I reckon this is so much better than being on my team.”

your ears perk at the rasp deep voice. Usually this was the voice only he would use around you, his natural speaking voice where he doesn’t need to put up a front image for other people. Sometimes the other dreamies would hear it, but mostly, it was just you.

You hum against the sweet lingering forehead kiss, whispering. “Shouldn’t i at least support you in some way that you win the game?”

In many ways you still want to partake in his hobby to maybe even bond with him a little more. Your boyfriend lightly smirks watching down at you, he leans closer hovering over your lips as his thumb brushed past the chin lifting you to face him. You were so helplessly under his sly fox charm.

He feels your lips seal tight, eyeing him up and down until they lay on his heartshape lips. You knew he was having an idea strike him faster than lightning ever could, in his eyes there was a dangerous spark of fire burning in it, watching you as he was going to reveal his perfect definition of what you could do to help.

“Maybe…support me underneath and i might win.”

He leans closer bringing a loving kiss, feeling the way your smile forms in the kiss. He breaks apart quick, when his two friends speaking through the headphone sets; jeno and jaemin, unmute to bring haechan back to start the next round game.

But before he unmutes himself to get back on the gaming grind. He needs a little boost from you. If you know what I mean…

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[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Hey Cap!!!

First section of OM observations plus commentary, chapters covered is: fox skin and changeling. Questions are numbered and in bold! 

Right, finally found the time to have a sit down and do this, yippee! College has been taking up far too much space in my brain! 

I’ve got a mocha, and a slice of lemon drizzle cake so I’m all set up :3

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I’ve always really loved what you open with for OM, its both nice and straight to the point and the tone is kept light to play up the comedy that *somehow* no one has figured out just what Juleka is. 

Question 1: How does glamour work in this universe? Is it a natural magic that developed as a defence mechanism from when monsters were being persecuted or was it something cast over monsters by design? Is it a different sort of glamour that protects miraculous users' identities?

I did chuckle when Juleka referred to the miraculous as “hero business she wants no part of” because a) PN being a thing, and b) Juleka is literally insanely protective and sacrificial in OM as is so she’s heroic either way, so like ha! I know what you are Juleka… mentally ill…

Oh, I do love reading and seeing the gang form, you introduce these familiar characters with unfamiliar aspects so wonderfully. The way each of them have a different intro… it’s so much fun. I do like how the reveals slow down as the story goes on but still pop up from time to time, like with Kim in later chapters. 

Speaking of, I do adore how you write, like, overall plots? It’s hard to describe, but you always have a very good mix of character driven plot beats, and manage to keep the story arcs flowing. OM does have less of a clear ending point because of how it’s written but if anything it adds to the vibe of the story; teenagers being silly goofs and learning to rely on each other and discovering who they are as people. 

It’s so funny how Rose kicks off the plot by casually mentioning Alya’s coat, like did she just get bored or something?? 

I do like how you write Juleka’s vampiric driven thoughts, they toe the line of being a bit funny and with her being self aware enough that they feel grounded. They don’t feel unnecessarily creepy or melodramatic.

Christ it’s really weird seeing Juleka interact with Marinette. I'm so used to the toxic LadyNoire yuri…

Question 2: But also. Fr. Why did Marinette react like that when asked about Alya’s jacket??

Question 3: Does Juleka also have to count things if they are thrown on the floor as another weird vampire thing after needing an invitation and being unable to cross running water? Also is Juleka burnt in the sunlight and she’s just been wearing a huge hat and been fully covered this entire time or…?

I do love Alya as a character, especially in this she has so many fun qualities which are a lot of fun to read about. They’re awkward in an adorable way in this chapter, both of them lack any tact Juleka’s “I like your skin.” line will always make me lose my mind, why tf is she like that?! I do like their dynamic in this with the magical investigative side of things and becoming closer friends it's super cute :3

Question 4: How does Juleka’s whole mind control thing work? Because you explicitly wrote that the “I suggest you tell me more.” thing is a suggestion spell and I’m not sure if we ever see Juleka attempt to mind control someone. Like, I get why she wouldn’t whip it out on the reg, it’s kind of nasty on the consent side of things, but for when they’re fucking around and finding it out it feels like it could be useful depending on how it works :)

EEEE, Alya’s transformation is so cool… love how you wrote that, plus her reaction afterwards with immediately wanting to know more about Juleka is so in character for her. 

The running bit of Juleka being like “Why does everyone think Rose and I are dating?” only for her to be the only one who didn’t think that is literally so funny. My poor girl has no self esteem but to be fair Rose, girly, use your words!

Question 5: In your lore, is a bitten vampire different to a born vampire in any capacity? If so, in what ways?

Question 6: Why are Etta and Ella just people but Nora and Alya are selkies? Is it because their mum didn’t bring her coat with her when they escaped the sperm donor? If so; does that mean their mother lost the other traits of a selkie (as was described about Alya having sharper teeth, claws, etc.) or is it another reason? Also I find it so upsetting that Alya’s mother couldn’t keep her coat like man wtf she suffered enough

THEY’RE SO CUTE. I love Juleka just rambling about her experience as a vampire with all that stuff and Alya’s rapidly writing everything down… the buddy cop duo of all time actually. 

HA, Alya actively stalking observing Rose and Juleka as a fox at the end is so silly…

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The way that I’m like so frustrated that Juleka doesn’t try harder at shape shifting… girl if I could turn into a few animals and all I had to do was practise a lot you best know I’d be experimenting on the reg

Hey… the gangs (mostly) all here! (plus Marinette) 

To be perfectly honest with you; until I read this I never cared about Sabrina as a character. She just felt so directionless without Chloe there. Plus the writers kept flip flopping between Sabrina relishing in the nasty tasks Chloe gave her, ending up as a quieter mean girl or being this poor girl who’s Chloe’s lackey and is being pressured into everything. So in canon she had no consistent behaviour and had no substance behind her actions. 

On the other hand, Chloe felt similarly baseless and like she was just used for cheap plot progression until they introduced her mother and everything sort of clicked into place, as far as I can remember they never did the same thing for Sabrina.

Like the show really didn’t give us anything but hints on how you could make her interesting but you write her fantastically :)

Like, you both managed to make her a really fun character to read by pulling from bits and pieces of the show and when adding the magical element to it all you created a very compelling person who has complex relationships with people and herself and it’s just a joy to read

Not the title drop-

HEHEHE I love Alya and Juleka covertly gathering information they’re so silly, the idea of them concocting this plan all mischievous like is so funny

Alix expertly changing the subject (“Marinette wasn’t you dad a werewolf Akuma?”) but still hinting towards being / having connections to a werewolf was very smooth I don’t think I noticed that before! 

Question 7: Can a werewolf be Akumatized during a full moon? If so; what would happen? I’m ngl, this question does stem both from curiosity as I may have a little bit of a plan for that in my over complicated miraculous fic (Like, seriously, I get why you largely ignore Adrien, Marinette and the miraculous in this. Combining superhero + miraculous shenanigans AND monster / magical society AND civilian stuff into one, is a right bloody fucking nightmare to make it all fit together and figure out how the different aspects interact. It’s a lot of fun but jesus christ is it a pain in the arse to sort out)

EEEE, I love Sabrina and her changeling thingmies, it’s so much fun how you write the glamour being peeled away from each character once they have an ounce of evidence and are actively looking for it

Help not Juleka rolling her eyes at Marinette motor mouthing about Adrien, girl you are no better about Rose. Though I wonder why Adrien makes Juleka nervous.

Also, I wish we fucking went on nature walks more often. The last time I did that in school was when I was in primary 7 (grade 7 if you’re american… I actually don’t know if you are sorry) wait how old are the gang?? 

Question 8: How old is everyone in this?? Wait not literally everyone- you know what I mean!

Anyway. The point is a nature walk would rock and I love how absolutely none of the reveals for the monsters are the same! Like, Alya and Juleka’s ‘’confrontation’ was in her flat, Sabrina gets fucking lured through a forest by Juleka “Blunt as a dull hammer” Couffaine, and it goes on but I’ll natter on about them when we get there :3

Insane about the Sabrina backstory with her mother divorcing her dad after she found out Sabrina wasn’t the child she gave birth to. I headcanon that Roger also sucked ass at being a husband. He seems the sort. 

Neither of her parents are the best but like I can understand freaking the fuck out that your child got kidnapped and you were left with something inhuman, I cannot, on the otherhand, understand Roger treating Sabrina as he did and then trying to get his ‘real’ daughter back… but we’ll get there and I can rant more! 

I am curious about how they found out their baby got replaced, changelings are supposed to be convincing copies or were used as an excuse to kill physically deformed babies- but let’s not get into that! 

Juleka’s simply speaking the truth about all the changeling nonsense largely pushed by how her dad talks about her.

YES GIRL SHE IS NOT A FAKE. SHE. IS. HER OWN. PERSON!!! Juleka + rightful rage about other people’s shitty situations is always so much fun, a bit depressing that she’s so much more vocal when it’s someone else but rarely if ever speaks up for herself. But fr, whenever you write a character going off about another character’s shitty parents / situation or whatever I’m always right there with whoever’s ranting and raving. You write righteous anger impeccably cap, the dialogue and the action tags, all of it gets the feeling across spectacularly. 

Not the way that you said the stump Sabrina was sitting on was “now flourishing, not regrowing in any way, but moss and grass continued their newly improved growth, flowers blooming around their feet along with mushrooms and shrubbery.” is. Is this because Sabrina has been fucking smother by her dad her entire life and this is symbolic of how Juleka’s words affected her. If it is I’m a fucking eejit cause how did I miss that, it feels like it is because of how you phrased it. I mean it might be that but it is also foreshadowing about her botanical magic

Sabrina must be getting whiplash from Juleka suddenly being all chatty and asking pointed questions about her friendship with Chloe compared to her normally just like. Nervously standing somewhere in silence. 

Also. Hey. Sabrina girly you’ve been dealing with this whole life altering revelation by yourself for four years? What the actual fuck? I feel so bad for her?? Like I am so glad the gang forms and she hashes out her shit with Chloe and- aaaaah… The gang is just such a good friend group, the dynamics feel fleshed out for all the characters…

Question 9: Hey. what the fuck is Ms. Bustier? I vaguely remember you saying something about her nearly being a succubbus and then rethinking that cause she’s a teacher, and I *think* that it’s implied she is the Fae Queen from that story about Anarka but I’m not sure… Obviously don’t say if it’s spoilers but I just realised I’ve kind of assumed she is Fae and idk if that’s correct

I do love the wee bit at the end with Alya and Sabrina jokingly pushing Juleka to get drunk off of Fae blood, it’s really funny. Also in my head Fae blood is a dark turquoise and I’ve just realised you said “off-coloured blood” not fucking blue where did I get that from???

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That's all for tonight! I’m not sure if I’ll go as in depth with each chapter (and I may get too into reading and forget to write stuff down). I might fiddle with making the questions easier to find… Oh and If this is too much text in one ask, do say and I’ll split things up :)

(P.S, thank you for wishing me a happy birthday after my last ask :) it was very sweet <3)

YAYYY IM SO GLAD YOU ENKOYED YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

guahh Im so happy to read this guahhh okay lets get to answering

Question 1: Glamour is both a defense mechanism and a hunting mechanism! In terms for defense, its used by monsters to hide from being hunted or bothered. In terms of hunting, creatures like vampires and kelpies benefit from looking "normal"

Question 2: As for Marinette's reaction, she just straight up didn't notice Alya's coat! It confused her, and when Marinette gets confused by something she gets curious and suspicious. But she was made to show the difference between her, a normal human, and Juleka, a monster who knows what to look for.

Question 3: Juleka has a desire to count things but its not very intense its more like a subtle observation. It's also deeply uncomfortable and slightly scary to cross running water. Juleka would dub it a phobia of getting carried away by the water. She also gets pretty bad sunburns, she won't turn to dust, but god will it hurt to go out without a hat or sunscreen on for a full day.

Question 4: Suggestion magic kinda taps into a curse side of things I imagine! Like, putting someone magically into your debt by being polite. I imagine the origin lies in Fae stuff.

Question 5: They are in fact different! Juleka is a born vampire, meaning while she's sensitive to sunlight she will not die, and other 'holy' objects won't immediately kill her. She can also eat human food. Meanwhile, to be bitten into a vampire means Dying. When you're bitten by a vampire, you dont turn unless that bite Kills You.

Thus bitten vampires are undead, and Will die in direct sunlight, and can only survive on blood.

Question 6: You're correct! Etta and Ella lack the traits because Alya's mom lacks her coat. Im unsure if that means Marlena's own traits are fading without it.

Question 7: I think it would be VERY difficult to akumatize a full moon werewolf since theres little emotions involved with the creature. Only instincts.

Question 8: I think they're around 16-17 in this!

Question 9: I shan't sayyyy thats a spoilerrrr