#so i was just on the floor like trying to get ahold of this very tiny very pathetic mouse without hurting it

[kiddokori]

guys i caught a mouse at work today

[waitimcomingtoo]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta helps Johanna unzip her dress in the elevator and it makes you jealous

Masterlist

“Can I have a hand?” Johanna asked as she turned her back to Peeta. Peeta looked at you and Haymitch for a split second before shrugging and taking ahold of her zipper.

“Oh. Sure.” He said as he pulled the zipper down her back. Your head slowly turned to Peter and you stared at him with a slack jaw. Peeta looked at you and his smile immediately dropped. He adverted his eyes as long as he could until they found their way back to the scene in front of him. Johanna was looking between you and Peeta with a smirk when she turned around to pull her sleeves off her arms. Peeta and Haymitch couldn’t help but watch her as she undressed and dropped her clothes onto the elevator floor. It appeared that you were the only one able to keep your eyes on the ceiling as Johanna stripped out of her last piece of clothing.

“Thanks. Let’s do it again sometime.” She said as the elevator doors opened. She walked into the hallway fully naked and left a silence when she left. Peeta and Haymitch chuckled and exchanged looks as the elevator went up another door. Peeta then made eye contact with you and gulped when he saw the daggers in your eyes. You could not believe he had just looked at her the way he did. Seeing him unzip her dress and watch her made your blood boil in your skin in a way it never had before. You were so consumed with your jealousy that you didn’t hear Peeta try to change the subject and only knew she spoke when you saw his lips move.

“What?” You asked him.

“I asked what outfit you liked the best.” Peeta repeated. “I thought District 5’s was kinda cool. But it didn’t look very comfortable.”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. I wasn’t looking at the other tributes.” You said and eyed him up and down as the elevator doors opened on your floor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Peeta’s face scrunched in confusion as he followed you out of the elevator.

“Nothing. I’m going to sleep.” You announced and headed straight for your room.

“You’re sleeping already? Aren’t you gonna eat?” Peeta asked with concern.

“I’m not hungry.” You said without looking back.

“I can meet you on the roof in a little bit if you want to hang out.” He offered.

“Not tonight.” You replied and disappeared into your bedroom. Peeta frowned and felt disappointment sink in over not getting the night with you that he thought he’d be getting.

“Uh oh.” Haymitch chuckled as he poured himself a drink.

“What was that?” Peeta asked and gestured to where you had just been.

“That, my friend, was you getting in trouble with your lady.”

“What?” Peeta blushed at what Haymitch called you. “She’s not even my lady.”

“But she wants to be.” Haymitch said pointedly and took a long sip.

“Y/n? There’s no way. She knows I like her and she made it very clear that she just wants to be friends.” Peeta insisted.

“Peeta, I don’t really know how they do things in 12 nowadays, so let me spell things out for you. That girl wants you but she’s way too stubborn to admit it to you or even herself. She doesn’t want to tell you how she feels because she wants you to just know. And she definitely didn’t want to see you undressing another girl right in front of her.”

“I wasn’t undressing her. I just helped her unzip her…” Peeta trailed off when he saw Haymitch raise his eyebrows in amusement. He realized how bad the moment in the elevator must’ve looked to you and began to panic.

“Oh no.” Peeta gulped. “Is she really mad at me?”

“Definitely.”

“What do I do?” He whined.

“Talk to her. And prepare to get hit a couple times.” Haymitch chuckled and patted Peeta’s shoulder as he passed him. Peeta thought about it for a moment and then went up to your room to do what Haymitch said and talk to you. He knocked on your door and you opened it pretty quickly as if you were expecting him. You had ditched your parade outfit and were now in some silky yellow pajamas.

“Hey.” Peeta smiled at you.

“What do you want?” You replied, making his smile drop.

“Just to talk. And I wanted to see you.”

“I’m really tired. I’m not in the mood to talk tonight.”

“Oh, okay. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want. I’m tired too. We can just sleep.” Peeta offered. You usually slept in the same bed to keep the nightmares away but there was no way you were letting him in your bed after what happened in the elevator.

“I’m gonna sleep alone tonight.” You told him with a tight smile.

“Oh. Okay.” Peeta said again and felt his disappointment settle in a pit in his stomach. Your cold expression suddenly melted to one of insecurity and you looked down the hallway as if you were expecting someone else to be there.

“Are you?” You asked quietly.

“Huh? Who else would I be sleeping with?” Peeta genuinely wondered, not realizing you were asking about Johanna.

“I don’t know.” You said quickly. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. See you-“ Peeta was cut off by you closing the door in his face. He sighed and put his hand on your door before walking away.

“Tomorrow.” He mumbled.

When tomorrow came, he woke up in his lonely bed and went straight to your room. Your door was open and you weren’t inside so he assumed you already went downstairs. You weren’t there when he got to the table and let out another sigh. You were clearly avoiding him and he was not handling it very well. Peeta decided not to let it get to him and busied himself by making you a plate of all your favorite breakfast food. Haymitch watched Peeta scrambling to get back in your good graces and laughed to himself. You came down just as Peeta was finishing your plate and eyed him curiously.

“Good morning.” He greeted with you a smile.

“Morning.” You replied without looking at him.

“I made you a plate.” He said and put the plate in front of you. You stared at the plate for a minute and almost gave it and apologized for your cold behavior until you remembered the way he looked at Johanna last night. That was enough to make you lose your appetite so you pushed the plate away.

“I’m not really hungry.”

“You’re not? But you didn’t eat last night.” Peeta said worriedly as he sat beside you.

“Yes she did. For a hunter, you’re not very quiet. I could hear you rummaging for food all the way from my room.” Haymitch said to you.

“You came down to eat?” Peeta asked. “You should’ve gotten me. I would’ve kept you company.”

“Maybe I didn’t want your company.” You shrugged, making Peeta frown.

“Oh. Ice cold, sweetheart.” Haymitch chuckled. “You better watch your back in the games, Peeta. This one has death in her eyes.”

“You’re still mad at me?” Peeta whispered to you.

“Who said I’m mad at you?” You said without looking at him.

“I know you are. We usually talk on the rooftop and then sleep in the same bed. And then come down to eat breakfast together. You didn’t let me do any of those things.”

“Maybe I just need some space. We spend every hour together every single day. Excuse me for wanting some privacy for a little while.”

“We should be spending every hour together before we don’t get the chance. How long are you gonna be mad at me?”

“I already told you, I’m not mad.” You whispered harshly.

“Fine. You’re not mad. But when can we be friends again?” Peeta asked and tugged on your sleeve.

“Peeta.” You said warningly and pushed his hand away.

“Come on. I miss you.” He whined and tugged on your sleeve.

“I’m right here.” You scoffed but started to feel guilty for your behavior.

“No you’re not.” He pouted. “You’re far away.”

“Stop whining so much. You sound like my cat. And I hate that cat.”

“So you hate me now? All because I un-“

“Don’t.” You cut him off and got up from the table. You passed Effie in the hallway as you went back to your room.

“What’s going on? Y/n just told me she wants to train alone today.” Effie said as he joined the boys at the table.

“She’s mad at loverboy.” Haymitch said and pointed to Peeta.

“What did you do?” Effie asked him.

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.”

“He unzipped Johanna Masons dress in the elevator.” Haymitch tattled.

“What? Are you insane?” Effie gasped. “You can’t do something like that in front of your lady.”

“Why does everyone keep calling her my lady?” Peeta asked. “She doesn’t even like me.”

“Of course she likes you. That’s why she’s so upset. She’s jealous.” Effie laughed like it was obvious.

“Jealous? Of me and Johanna? I don’t think I even said a word to her. I just pulled the zipper.”

“It’s not about Johanna, silly. It’s about you giving attention to another girl. That’s why she’s jealous. She wants to be the one you’re unzipping.” Effie explained, making Peeta choke on the water he had just sipped. He wiped his mouth once he stopped choking and sighed.

“I need to fix this.”

“Yeah. You do. Before she makes you her first target.” Haymitch told him.

“She wouldn’t do that. Oh my God. Wait. Would she?” Peeta worried.

“She might.” Effie shrugged and Haymitch nodded in agreement.

“Well what do I do? She won’t talk to me.”

“So don’t give her a choice. Go in there and show her that she’s your only lady.” Haymitch instructed.

“What if she tells me to go away?” Peeta asked.

“Stay.” Effie answered. Peeta nodded his head and got out of his seat to go talk to you. He knocked on your door but this time, you didn’t answer. Peeta took a deep breath before opening the door and going in. You were on your bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. You gasped when he came in and threw a pillow at his head.

“What are you doing in here? Get out.”

“No. We’re talking.” Peeta said and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Too bad. Because I want to talk to you. Please? I can’t take it that you’re mad at me. I don’t want to go in the arena without hearing your voice. Can’t we just talk?” Peeta begged.

“Fine. What do you want to say?” You asked him.

“That you’re a big baby.” Peeta replied.

“Excuse me?” Your eyes widened when you didn’t get the apology you were expecting.

“You are.” He insisted. “You don’t get to be mad at me for unzipping Johanna’s dress when I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“What?” You laughed nervously. “I’m not mad at you for unzipping her dress. Why would I care about that?”

“I don’t know why you care. But I know that you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Oh, please.” You scoffed and got off the bed to get away from Peeta.

“It’s okay to admit it.” Peeta said calmly. “I admit that I was jealous when I saw you talking to Finnick. And his giant muscles that are always out.”

“They are, aren’t they?” You smiled coyly.

“Hey.” Peeta said defensively.

“You’re the one who’s jealous. Not me.” You said and pointed to him.

“Then how come you’ve been mad at me ever since I unzipped her dress?” Peeta asked and walked over to you.

“It’s not about the dress!” You exclaimed.

“Then what is this about?” He asked. You scoffed again and folded your arms to close yourself off. Peeta wasn’t about to give up that easy and put his hands on your shoulders.

“Please tell me. I miss my friend.” He said quietly. You sighed and looked into his big sad eyes.

“I don’t care that you unzipped her dress.” You admitted. “You were just doing what she asked. I care that you were looking at her when she took her clothes off.”

“In my defense, I’ve never seen boobs before.” Peeta stated, making you laugh for second.

“Me either.”

“Not…not your own?” Peeta whispered in disbelief.

“Yes my own. Never another girls.” You explained and smacked his arm.

“Oh. I was gonna say. I know we don’t have a lot of mirrors in 12 but I think they’d be kinda hard to avoid- “

“I don’t want you looking at Johanna, okay?” You cut him off. “Or any other girls. I hated it. It made my blood feel hot and my stomach dropped to the floor. And then I couldn’t sleep because I kept replaying it in my head. What is that?”

“Thats jealousy.” Peeta explained with a pleased smile now that he knew Effie was right.

“Oh. Well I don’t want to feel it ever again. I didn’t like it.”

“Well I didn’t like when you didn’t talk to me.” Peeta said quietly.

“I’m sorry. I feel like my life is completely out of my hands lately. But you and I are the one thing I have a say in. So when it felt like our relationship was threatened, I tried to gain control by shutting you out.”

“It’s okay. I probably would’ve curled into a ball and cried right in front of you if I saw you unzip some guys pants.” He admitted, making you laugh again. You chuckled and pulled him into a hug to apologize for being so cold towards him. When you pulled out of the hug, you kept your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

“So seeing me with Finnick really made you jealous?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. I was questioning our alliance the second I heard him make you laugh.” Peeta replied, making you laugh.

“Yeah. I know the feeling.”

“Why do you think we got so jealous seeing each other around other people?” Peeta wondered. You looked down at the floor and sighed.

“I think maybe we underestimated our feelings for each other.” You admitted.

“We?” Peeta raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. I underestimated my feelings. When I saw you looking at another girl, I realized the only one I want you looking at is me.”

“As if theres anything in this world that could make me take my eyes off you.” Peeta said softly.

“Except for Johanna’s boobs.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You’re the only one I’m looking at right now.” He assured you. You smiled for a second, then frowned.

“But you’re not thinking about them, right?” You asked him.

“I’m about to if you don’t stop bringing them up.” He said out of the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe I can take your mind off it?” You asked with a shrug.

“How?” Peeta barely got the word out before you were kissing him. He wrapped his arms around you to deepen the kiss as your hands found their way to his hair. There were no cameras and no witnesses because it was just yours.

“So we’re friends again?” Peeta asked once you pulled away.

“I don’t know. I don’t get jealous like over just my friends.” You said coyly. Peeta picked up on what you were saying and felt his face heat up. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.

“Good.” He said. “Because I never wanted to be just friends with you.”

[screampied]

HIHI VEGAS!! HOW ARE YA DOING?!

i’ve had this idea for a while and i was wondering if u could write it!!

trying to get off while your husband (geto or nanami) were gone on a mission that took a few days and you started to get frustrated because you couldn’t no matter how much you tried but little did you know he was standing at the door way to your shared room watching try so hard?! and after he confronted you about it he made you get off multiple times and you even squirted for the first time once or twice?!!

nanami catching you playing with yourself — ★.

cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, brief cunnılingus, praise, first time squırt, mdni. an. hii i’m okay!

with brows frustratingly furrowed and a tangled few fingers of yours curled into your sopping cunt, you whine. it’s been a few days since nanami left for a mission and truth be told—you missed him, dearly. more than anything though, you missed his beloved touch. only your husband knew how to make you moan with something as simple as physical touch. he knew you—more importantly, he knew your body. trembly legs of yours sprawl wide open whilst you’re in the midst of trying to locate your concealed g-spot. alas, it’s so cute because regardless of how many attempts you tried, you could never do it like he could. you’re struggling, coating the entirety of your digits with your slit before you slump back in detestation defeat.

a pout goes against your lips as you swear underneath your breath. yet little did you know, nanami was leaning against the door. “aw, sweetheart,” he murmurs in a soft voice, and you jolt immediately once you realize he’s been watching this entire time. you felt a sudden wave of hotness set against your skin like wind, embarrassment overtaking you. dragging his feet against the wooden floor, he tugs on his tie. “havin’ fun?” and once you pout more, he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. you shake your head and he chortles. “ohh, i see. poor baby couldn’t even do it right. but don’t worry, kento’s here—let’s pick up where you left off, yeah?”

his words were so so smooth, just his dialogue alone was enough for you to get off. nanami had a way with words for sure. he could say anything in his deep, tantalizing voice and you’d be creaming in an instant. that’s one of the many things he’s always loved about you though.

“o- okay,” you inhale a single sharp breath, having your wrist already bent to a ninety degree angle. two pathetic fingers of yours pull out and he gazes at the soaking mess of a scene. “i know ‘m supposed ‘ta wait ‘till you get home but i was bored, ‘ken. missed you so bad.”

“baby, ‘s okay,” he reassures with a warm smile, grabbing ahold of your wrist.

his touch, you were still a bit sensitive. as his fingers dance against your skin for a few seconds, you felt that familiar throbbing pool of heat introduce itself. a school of pulsing convulsions rupture out of you so haphazardly that it’s almost splitting you from the inside out. you’re panting out of your full, heavy lungs, and that’s when nanami plants a tender kiss near the beloved crown of your head. “missed you more. ‘n don’t worry that pretty head. ‘sides, you know you can call me right?”

“but— but you’d be working,” you mumble, watching as he slowly spreads your legs further.

nanami gingerly brings a hand between your thighs, a thumb stroking against your puffy swollen clit.

swollen to the very entrance, it’s drooling, dribbling sloppily with your anticipating arousal so much that he feels the inevitable tent arise in his slacks. he’d only been watching for a good five minutes—but he couldn’t stand to see his precious baby struggle. the least he could do was teach you right. as you’re still moaning up a storm, you conclude your sentence with a sweet and shaky, “didn’t wanna disturb you.”

“next time, call me,” and his voice was pitchy.

a fair amount of raspy baritone drags around his words before he inches his head down towards your thighs. softly, he grips your left leg before languidly giving your cunt three passionate kisses. those kisses were tender—entirely sloppy, his chin rubs against your folds and you whine, already feeling your arch.

you whimper out his name in pleasure with a featuring hand immediately digging through his mahogany messy strands.

“doesn’t matter if ‘m on my break or not, i’ll always make time for you. if you play with yourself baby—play with her, i wanna hear it too.”

the most kindest eyes meets your gaze for another time—they then flicker down towards your pussy before he swiftly whistles against it. “wheww, she’s all hot ‘n ready, isn’t she,” and speaking of hot, the air feels substantially thick. so thick that you could cut right through the weightless wind with a knife.

nanami lets off a gruff groan, reaching for his pants before yanking down his dress slacks. “sweetheart, i find it cute though. just the image of you not knowing how to finger yourself properly. thought i showed you how, remember?”

with a heaving gasp, your legs were laid all out for him on display as if your body was a canvas. showing off for him as if you were a mere museum piece.

in which—to be honest, you were.

his special, priceless museum piece.

“i— i tried,” you babble, the feverish air of his warm breath aerating against your folds makes you twitch. despite him being so patient and gentle with you—understanding even, he’s still a bit of a tease. he can’t help it. your sharp breathy pants only intensifies the more each millisecond seconds passes and progresses. all the while you’re trying to match your irregular breathing patterns, a clammy hand of yours combs through his umber, unkempt slick back. “can’t do it like you, kento. my fingers are too weak.”

“aw, ‘s okay. guess you jus’ need more training then,” he guffaws with the most kindhearted, gentle expression. that soon fades once you whine, feeling nanami’s plump, perfect lips surprise your cunt with a needy brief nibble.

the moment his rotating tongue swirls against your entrance its over. it’s so slick and,

already . .

you start to coat his chin with your wetness. it’s shimmery, shining against the window pane that had sun ricocheting against the class. so effortlessly pretty. with your quavering legs being all in the air practically, you grind your hips against his face as you’re laid back.

as countless whimpers mercilessly snatch out from your dry throat, you then start to feel the soft fading stubble of nanami’s against your pussy. briefly, it tickles against your skin before it grabs out a louder bundle of moans. the stimulation of his faint facial hair smearing against your entrance makes you pulse more than you’d initially realize. long, lengthy lashes of his flutter shut and as he’s buried between your thighs—seconds go by before he then gathers out two fingers.

his thickset index and a middle finger, both long and you only ached for them to be inside. you didn’t wanna wait anymore— all you knew was that you needed him.

badly, as if your life depended on it.

nanami’s fingers were so slender lengthy, staggering inches. already, you were losing your train of thought . . imagining his long fingers stirring the insides of your cunt, clamping down against your walls. as youre in your own erotic little phantasm, you try to think of it all. nanami praising you how good you’re doing, how soaked you are—even talking you through it in that warm, alluring voice.

as you’re entrapped in your own thoughts, it makes you suck your teeth in wanting desire. your imagery would only soon turn real within a few sloppy seconds.

“stay with me, silly girl,” he purrs, a teasing smile contorting against his lips. it’s a stretch—merely, with a swatting tiny smack against your cunt, you’re brought right back to reality. you moan, trailing your hooded eyes back down at him and he flashes you a warm, innocent smile. prying his mouth away momentarily, he prods an index finger against your entrance— watching as it slowly makes its way in. slowly, it seeps into your drenched cunt and you whine out a mewl. your sweet noises ring through his ears before he inserts another one. nanami mimics a bowling ball grip with his wrist, a low raspy, “oooh,” slithering out of his throat before he gives your pussy another kiss. a french kiss against your folds—deep, sloppy, and strictly passionate. your glutinous slick glosses against his lips—his chin and below, and it’s nothing but a pleasing sight to see.

lewd, but salaciously pleasing,

“seeee. all you had to do, sweetheart,” he murmurs in a hoarse tone.

hearing the sloshing slopping squelches your own cunt makes, he gets more aroused. you’re not helping the growing boner he’s got. still, nanami’s got the perfect angle, it’s almost too perfect.

two hands of yours drag near your neglected breasts—fondling with them as you bite your lip. once the bit skin gnashes against the keen edges of your teeth, you mom again. jerking further back, your lips slither cutely into an ‘o.’ chuckling, nanami then starts to ease both digits in and out. thrust after thrust—he starts off slow so you can adjust. he’s fingered you before, countless times even. but with him, it always seemed like the first time. it was that good.

its rhythm was enticing,

the crazed stimulation has your so brain fuzzy that you could barely comprehend anything but the soft padded tips of nanami’s thick fingers. “my, you’re quite the soaker today,” he continues to speak, and he lolls his tongue against your folds. your taste was his ultimate favorite—no matter how many times he’d get a quick slurp, he was never satisfied.

well—he was, but nanami kento was a perhaps a bit of a greedy man. he always wanted more of you.

every single time,

raising a brow, he grows curious once you suddenly sit up, pulling him towards you.

landing with an oof, he plops flat on his back. a hand runs through his messy hair as he cranes his neck to get a good look at you. you’re so breathtaking when you try to get what you want.

nanami doesn’t even bother to ask any questions, he always finds it cute whenever you try to have your way with him. keyword, try.

“well, excuse me,” and he spots the cute feral look in your dilated irises. you’re needy, still feeling your cunt twitch between your thighs, you crawl towards his lap to straddle him. “hm. w- what’s this?”

“wanna ride you,” was all your quavering lips could ramble out. nanami’s signature cologne scent was loud. as you make your way closer towards him, it was the only thing you could make out. his musk, his known, manly musk that never failed to give you obscene whiplash. nanami glances at the adorably ethereal sparkle in your eyes and his big hands glue onto your hips. sliding your laced panties to the crevices of your thighs, you spring out his weighty cock. “need you, ‘ken.”

“s… so impatient today, huh,” nanami softly smiles, allowing you to feel all over his body. despite him wearing mission clothes still, your hands felt his bulging muscles poke out through the piles of fabric.

once his hardened dick’s out, you moan—leaning into his neck, a hand of yours giving it a few solid pumps. nanami hisses, pulling you closer to him before you arise your jittery hips. “but- but my love,” he swallows, peppering a few kisses near the crook of your neck. “are ya sure you can handle it? you barely—”

“i can take it, ‘ken.”

famous last words—

you said you could take him, but it was the mere opposite. perhaps you’d let your horniness overtake you, because as you’re trying to barrel his fat tip inside, your legs tremor. it’s like the calm before the storm—your legs vibrate and twitch, preparing to erupt and quiver like a predicted earthquake. as you’re tightly holding onto his pent up shoulders, you whine, the peeling head of his plump cock smears itself against your soddened opening.

you’re trying to squeeze him in but he’s just so fucking so big.

your mouth then starts to open wider, voluntarily growing agape and sweet harmonic babbles of moans only escape through. it’s like you’re singing almost, except but in a much more lewd way.

it feels warm—a scorching hot type of warm.

regardless, it feels good even with you trying to take his size. you don’t get far, the head of his dick was so wide that again, you’re in awing rhapsody. you’re trying to have your cunt envelop his heat— feel him bottom out inside of you yet abruptly out of nowhere, you start to gush out.

it happens randomly. you’re not prepared, he didn’t even make his way inside. barely just the tip and here you were squirting all down his length. the sudden orgasm that drags out your throat was so long, it was pretty and bounced off the thin walls of the bedroom. a shrilling moan rudely ripples out from your esophagus as you make a cute attempt at thrusting forward. even still, you were determined to ride him—but still, it was no use. nanami grows a bit flustered at how you collapse into his chest, rubbing your head against him. he pats your head, a soft smile returning to his lips. “s- shiiit,” you croak out, sucking against the tender skin of his collar bone. nanami’s holding you firm and steady, a hand soothingly caressing down your back. the simple gesture alone calms you down, albeit you’re still shaking on his lap. your hips rapidly stutter over him, and you’re still feeling various piles of rapturing nirvana send you into a complete, euphoric trance. “k- ken, fuuuck.”

“i know princess,” he kisses against your earlobe, your narrow slitting entrance just dying to be stuffed.

you’ve never been more soaked—out of all the times, you’ve never made this much of a mess. you never squirted before, and it was a mesmerizing feeling. your legs felt like mush, still shaking and your cunt’s still trying to get over itself— throbbing and pulsing to it’s beating content. concise minuscule tears of sweat race down the sides of nanami’s thinly arched brows. a hand of his then grabs a fair chunk of your ass, making you rock against him before he lowly whispers to soothe your zealous state. your fervent was through the roof— it was a feeling you couldn’t describe let alone put into words. all you knew was that you wanted to do that again. as you’re still twitching a bit, nanami chuckles, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “it’s okay, it’s okay,” and a smile creeps onto his face the moment you bury your face into his neck.

oh, you’re embarrassed. you thought you could ride him but instead you barely even lasted a few seconds. nanami was quite compassionate though—he holds you close in his arms, pressing another kiss against your collarbone. “don’t be shy. i never minded a little mess anyway.”

at his lewd, filthy words—you’re whining. you wanted him so bad and you wanted more. you bring your desperate lips towards his face to kiss him and happily, he returns the favor. a tongue of his collides with yours before a hand of his gently wraps around your throat. with moving muscles tangoing together, swaying in harmony—his hands continue to wander every inch of your body. nanami likes to take in your curves, the very curvature of your pretty physique—each spot his fingers locates and reaches, it sends you continuous new shivers every time. pulling away after a while to breathe, nanami then makes you lie on your back again. as he’s hovering over you, he leans down to kiss near your tummy. “don’t worry, wifey,” he shushes in a loving tone—his eyes filling up with even more adoring tenderness for you. you were just so pretty like this, exposed and underneath him. your body was like art to him. “i got you,” he coos, and as he raises your leg slowly, creating a damp trail of kisses from your knee to your ankle, he aligns his cock against your drooling slit. “kento’s got you,” he repeats in a sweet purr. “now let your husband take it from here. lie back— yeah, atta girl.”

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shower sex with enhypen hyung line btw i love ur work

Slippery Slopes

▪︎Summary: Shower Sex with Hyung Line

▪︎cw: established relationship, fluff, ddlg elements, nsfw, minors dni

A/n: love you for reading <3

▪︎ Heeseung | 희승

A gorgeous man with unfortunate slut tendencies who follows you into the shower almost any chance he gets. Heeseung will almost always inevitably end up inside of you when he hears the shower running. He sneaks his way into the bathroom, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head until all you could see is honey skin and an infuriating smile.

"Is there room for one more?"

"Get out."

Heeseung smiles as he crowds your naked body into the shower. You try to move away- to create a safe amount of distance but Heeseung quickly slinks his arm around your waist, pushing your tits against his chest. "It's my fucking house. I can go where I wanna go,"

Instead of dipping his head down to kiss him like you had initially hoped, Heeseung instead dips down to pull one mipple into the warmth of his mouth. He has the audacity to groan while you lose all feelings in your legs, threatening to have you hurtling to the wet floor if you weren't careful.

"I love fucking you here," he whispers, "You're already wet so there's no need for much preparation..."

▪︎ Jay | 제이

Jay takes his boyfriend duties gravely seriously. Almost as seriously as his job. You were a necessary force in his life, and so he thought nothing of it when he saw you sleepily stumbling into the bathroom.

Having failed to talk you out of showering while you were clearly exhausted- mind body and soul- Jay relented and hopped into the shower with you.

Hellbent on helping you get through your entire routine without any slip ups (or hard-ons... of which Jay was failing miserably)

He had begun by washing you, which elicited an unsatisfactory grumble from your throat. "I can do it myself Jay-" you whine in that particular octave that gives Jay both cuteness aggression, and an unspeakable wave of lust.

"I know you can," he whispers "I also know you're about to fall asleep under the showerhead. Who's gonna give you kisses if you slip and fall in the shower." You loved how he babies you. It made you feel scorching all over.

Suddenly you were wide awake.

Jay kneels down on the limestone until he is face to face with your glistening cunt. He swallows thickly, resuming his mission of scrubbing your legs and your feet.

"I know what else could help me stay awake..." You're already curling your hand into Jay's wet hair, urging him towards where you needed him most.

Jay grumbles your name in warning. His eyes pierce up at you in a wicked warning as he says, "So needy..."

But when you bring him close enough, he drops your body wash and exfoliant on the floor. Immediately dragging your cunt to his open mouth until you're being forced to ride him.

He's uncomfortable kneeling on the limestone floor but your moans and whimpers of pleasure keep him locked away in a sea of pleasure.

▪︎ Jake | 제이크

"I'm going to take a shower"

So sorry to have to type this one reader but Jake definitely, wholeheartedly looks up at you with his gigantic puppy eyes and asks "Without me?"

While you're trying to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your skull, Jake grabs ahold of your hand, letting you lead him to the bathroom.

"This is just going to be a normal shower, Jakey-"

He nods eagerly, like a puppy far too keen in following orders. You frown as you begin to undress

"Jake, Repeat what I just said-"

"Issa normal shower, babe," but his eyes are zeroed in on your chest, his mind concocting all sorts of wicked imagery whereby those perfect tits are covered in soapy suds. It's no wonder Jake's lips are already crashing onto yours the very second you step foot in the running shower.

"Jake..." you tried to warn, but he's already backing you further into the shower, up until your back hits the limestone surface and he has you.

His hands slide over the glistening expanse of your sides, dipping down until he's hooking your leg around his waist.

"You're so fucking hot," his whispers bleed into the cacophony of the running water and your head snaps back against the limestone- now fully ready for for him.

"Don't fucking drop me-" you manage to whimper, in between Jake splaying messy kisses along your neck as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

"Hold on then," He grabs a hold of your arms, securing them behind his head as he begins to fuck you against tue wall, rough and hard, with zero restraint. His breath intermixes with yours and your eyes cross until you see nothing but absolute stars.

"Stay with me, Bunny," he whispers as he pushes your shower cap back, wiping away the myriad droplets falling into your face. All the better to see you. "Stay with me."

▪︎ Sunghoon | 성훈

It always starts off innocent with him.

Showering together is something couples do- or so Sunghoon hears from your romance dramas he conspicuously listens in on. It shouldn't be too big of a deal because you two already knew the expanse of each other's bodies. He tethered every scar, every curve and ever crevice of you to his mind, never to forget how absolutely ravishing you looked for him naked.

Yet here he is, unable to inflate his lungs even with the slightest bit of humid air.

This should be easier.

"Could you pass me the soap, Hoonie?" And perhaps, maybe there's a reality in which he could've just handed you the soap without any other slip-ups. But you asked him so politely, so perfectly, with those big eyes batting up at him as if he were God- and he absolutely lost it.

"Sunghoon... What're you-"

The words scatter when Sunghoon presses you against the wall, wrenching your legs apart before pressing one large, domineering hand against your cunt.

Sunghoon doesn't say much when he rubs your already soaking cunt with his index and middle finger. He's even quieter when he pushes those fingers in, with only the sound of running water to guide you through it.

"H-Hoon- wait- '' you pull at his wrist- already sensing the tingles of your orgasm threatening to creep up on you and have you lasting an embarrassingly short while. You keep his hand inside, choosing instead to move your hips until you're riding his fingers at your own pace.

"Fuck-" the whimper slips out of your mouth, prompting Sunghoon to shake his head lightly as he watches you come undone. "My pretty little slut..."

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 (𝐈𝐈𝐈)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: Let's go back to the beginning, when you meet Miguel for the very first time.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of loss.

A/N: Hello!! I'm sorry for the unexpected hiatus, but I'm back with the much requested first meeting for the couple in 'What's In Between' (read it here! and read part 2 here!) Enjoy :3

Alright people, let’s do this one last time.

You were bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last 2 years, you were your world’s one and only Spider-Woman.

Your job took you around the entire world, not limited only to your hometown (even if that one time you went to Paris was by hanging on for dear life on a hijacked plane), and while it was difficult, saving people was the reason why you did what you did.

It’s what led you to this predicament now.

“Oh c’mon Vulture! You gotta stop doing this, we’re practically best buds by now, aren’t we? So why don’t you just relax, let me take you to prison and we can call it a day, yeah?” you say as you swing from wall to wall.

“Get out of my WAY!” he shouts, flying around as he evades your attacks.

“Don’t be like that,” you snicker, leaping out of the path of a bomb he threw at you. “Alright, hear me out. If you stop destroying the place, quit the whole villain gig, and I’ll get out of your hair. Deal?”

He completely ignores you, continuing to fly higher and higher until he hovers around the highest point of the ceiling.

“Not much of an exit you can take there, bud!” you shout up at him before glancing around at something you could use to take him down. But before you know it, he’s nosediving straight down.

Straight into you.

Desperately you try to shoot out your webs to escape, but he extends his wings, expanding the area of impact and leaving you with nowhere to run.

He smacks you out of the air, and you’re hurling toward the ground as the wind is knocked from your lungs at the collision.

Right before you can hit the concrete floor, fluorescent red webbing emerges from a bizarre sort of glitching portal effectively saving you from the fall.

But then you’re flung back into the air with a yelp as the man uses your form to propel himself out and toward Vulture.

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!” you shout as you fly before slinging yourself to the nearby wall.

“I just saved you,” he says bluntly before promptly ignoring you again. You shoot him an incredulous look before rolling your eyes. Yes, you were grateful but this guy already seemed like a major asshole.

Shooting out your webs, you swing up to meet your ‘saviour’.

“So who are you, mystery man?” you ask.

“Do we really need to do this right now?” he glances at you before slinging further away, trying to grab ahold of Vulture.

“It’s just common courtesy!” you shout up at him.

“That’s classified.”

“YOU’RE classified!” you say back, and he only blinks at you for a moment. You knew it was childish, but this guy was very quickly getting on your nerves. Let’s be honest here, its not every day that some random man comes flying out of some portal straight into a fight.

Especially someone who was just like you.

You didn’t think it was possible that there even could be anyone else like you. While heroes were common in your world, no one had powers like yours. Telekinesis? Check. Super-speed? Double check. The list goes on, but someone with web-slinging, spider-like powers? As far as you knew, you were the only one.

Until now.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say,” he says, his webs wrapping around Vulture’s wings. Quickly you wrap your own webs around him, effectively hindering his movement and any means of escape.

“Surprised you hear anyone say anything, your social skills are atrocious,” you retort.

“My social skills are just fine, thank you,” he shoots back before sirens can be heard rounding up around the building.

“Alright, that’s my cue to escape. Bye, weird stranger!” you say, and with a single swing you disappear into the city.

“WAIT!” he calls out, but you were already gone.

~

You sat up on a rooftop, the lights of your city at night creating your favourite view. While you had to admit it had its issues, it was still beautiful. It was home. Your mask sat on the ground by your side, a tiny glimpse of your true self behind the hero persona.

“You’re impossible to find, you know,” a voice interrupts, footsteps barely audible behind you. But you had heard him coming from a mile away, or felt him was a better term to use, with you Spidey-sense and all.

“Usually the whole point of disappearing is because you don’t want to be found,” you say with a shrug, turning around to look at him. “What do you want, stranger? I have a city to take care of.”

While he would have never admitted it then, you truly looked beautiful with the glow of the city lighting up your form. Stranger or not, he thought you were beautiful from the start.

“My name is Miguel O’Hara, and as I assume you’ve figured already, I’m not from this world.” He introduces.

“I had a feeling you weren’t from around here. Considering the fact that you were trying to find me, it’d be safe to assume you already know who I am?” you ask.

“I do. I’m aware of all those with unique spider abilities in each universe,” he responds.

“So what are you doing here, Miguel O'Hara? Or better yet, what do you want from me,” you ask, standing up to meet him at his level (though he stood much taller than you, but it was worth an effort).

“I wanted to recruit you to Spider Society,” he says. “To become a protector of the multiverse, and the canon events that follow everyone destined to live the lives that we do.”

You can’t help the snort that escapes, and you look him up and down.

“If you knew about me, you would know that I don’t work with others,” you say, your eyes darkening for a moment. “It’s too much of a liability.”

You used to have a partner in crime, in the early days of your life as Spider-Woman. He was your best friend and…well, you know the rest. You never worked with anyone again, at least not extensively. You told yourself it was so that no one else could get hurt because of you. But selfishly, it was because you couldn’t bear the hurt of losing someone dear to you again.

Miguel’s mask disappears from his face, and you’re met with an expression of understanding.

“I probably know better than anyone the pain of loss that comes with this job. But what if I told you it was for a reason? That the loss we go through? That it wasn’t for nothing, it wasn’t just a ‘fuck you’ from the universe to make us suffer. It’s so that we could become who we are,” he says, and you can’t help but hesitate for a moment.

“I would tell you that it’s bullshit. I’m not one for the whole ‘fate’ sort of thing. Life is what you make of it, you have the power to change the course of your life, it’s not just some sort of higher power dictating every event of your life. I am who I am because I chose this life, and not because I was fated to be here.”

He sighs as he looks at you for a moment.

“I knew this would be harder than I thought,” he says, and you only shrug.

“Let me show you something. Lyla?” he says, and a hologram pops up.

“Yes?” she asks.

“Do the thing,” he says, and she sends him a confused look. “What thing?”

“The multiverse explainy thing, what? How many times have we done this?” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose, and you can’t help the small laugh that sneaks out. Lyla sends you a wink in turn.

“Look dude, I’m just an AI, you gotta tell me what I need to be doing, I don’t have mind-reading capabilities yet,” she says, but quickly the city disappears from view, replaced with a complex interconnected web.

“This is the multiverse, are you aware of it?” Miguel asks.

“The theory that beyond the scope of our view are unobservable parallel universes that exist simultaneously, right?”

“Correct. Well, that theory is proven to be true as I’m from an alternate universe. Specifically, the one that holds Earth-928 where I exist as Spiderman 2099. You are from Earth-1550 where you exist as your world’s Spider-Woman,” he explains.

“How do I know I can trust you and your word?” you ask, and he deadpans. “You and I both know that you sensed I was not from this universe the moment I walked through that portal,” he says, and you only grin.

“Never hurts to ask, right?” you say, and he scoffs.

“Anyway, to continue. Each one of these nodes is a separate universe,” he points them out as he walks through the web. “And these,” he says, gesturing to the larger portions that each node connects to at some point, “are canon events. The parallel events that happen to every single Spider individual in every single universe.”

You look around at these so-called ‘canon events’, and every one takes you back to the moment you lived through them yourself.

The bite. The exploration of your newfound abilities.

…the loss of your best friend.

“They’re sometimes good, they’re sometimes bad, and sometimes they’re terrible. But each event is part of every spider’s life, and it makes us who we are whether we like it or not. I’ve observed and studied this for years, and the theory remains true in every new world I look at.”

“Okay…so my point is disproven, duly noted. But this whole ‘protector of the multiverse’ gig, what’s up with that?” you ask, still not understanding why he wanted you.

“The thing with canon events is that they must proceed, for the sake of a universe. The whole idea of ‘changing your fate’ through a series of actions was always going to happen whether you realize it or not. But with the emergence of more complex technology comes the capacity to multiverse jump, like in my case here,” he explains, and you take a moment to process his words.

“Alright, continue,” you say.

“These individuals are not part of that universe, and are in turn a new variable in the universe’s series of events that are supposed to occur. Disruption of these events can and will cause that universe to fall apart because they were never supposed to be there in the first place. My job is to ensure that no canon events are disrupted, in turn protecting that world, and the multiverse.”

“Okay wait, wait. I don’t get it, you’re saying that interference can cause a universe to just up and disappear? Just like that? I find it hard to believe,” you say, your suspicion growing.

“What do you not understand? Each minute decision made has a rippling effect. Disregard enough of what’s supposed to happen in one world and it destroys itself from the inside out,” he says, his frustration quickly growing evident (man, this guy has a temper!)

“I just don’t understand how one decision someone makes could destroy an entire universe, and you’re not really giving me much to go off of besides your word. I’m not one to blindly follow someone because they tell me to.”

“You want proof? Alright, I’ll show you proof,” he says, and all at once, the web disappears and is replaced by rippling holograms, transforming it into a whole new world.

A world that was falling apart at the seams.

All around you people are screaming as the buildings vanish without a trace, leaving not even dust behind. And one by one they too disappear.

Then, you see a familiar face. Miguel is running, and in his arms is a little girl no older than 9 clinging to him like he was her lifeline.

All she can utter is ���Daddy’ before she too disappears, leaving Miguel behind with a devastated look on his face.

You can’t help but take a step back, a hand covering your mouth at something that looked like it only happened in movies.

Before you know it, there’s nothing left of the world. From behind his hologrammed form Miguel emerges, looking around at what was left behind of his former world.

Nothing.

“The reason I know it will happen…is because I was the cause of the destruction of a world myself. I found a universe where I had the life I always wanted. The canon event that happened was that the Miguel in that world was supposed to die, leaving Gabriella alone. But instead, I made the decision to replace him, living the life that I was never supposed to have.”

“For a while…I was happy. But little by little the world was collapsing at the seams because I was never supposed to be there. I disrupted the course of events, and it caused everything to fall apart while I could do nothing but watch,” he says, his eyes distant.

“Do you understand now, why what I do is so important?” he asks, his hardened voice now soft as he tries to conceal the hurt.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” you whisper, and that’s all you can say because you don’t know what else you could say.

He glances back up at you, his red eyes glassy for a moment but he blinks it away before you notice.

“So, will you join?” he asks, holding out a single watch expectantly.

“Okay,” you say, finally relenting.

Maybe this was the start of something new.

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A/N: Real talk, I wasn't sure I was even going to post this today because I went dirtbiking for the first time yesterday and fell about a million times, and my legs are bruised to the hells because I don't know how to jump out of the way hgfjkghfdgjhkd. But here we are! Thank you for reading (and I'm sorry its not my usual fluff for this story, but this is how I imagined they met lolol)

[stardancerluv]

What the Emperor Wants

Part 3

Summary: Belonging to Geta

Notes: Tried to make reference to Ancient Roman times with locales, possible hairstyles and practices kept with their slaves.

Domus: Home, Triclinium: A room with three sofa/cushions where they could lounge and eat.

Warning: mention of ownership.

“You will be dressed and groomed accordingly, while here in Rome and elsewhere.”

“What if I don’t wish to be owned by you?”

Your father remarked once before you had been plucked up and brought here that your quick tongue would get you in trouble.

His eyes slid over you, his brow furrowed. “Are you refusing me?“

“No, sire. I was curious.”

He shook his head. “You are feisty.” He shrugged. “If you are too rebellious I’ll have you sent to an island.”

Your heart felt like it stilled, as you immediately glanced over at him. A chuckle poured from his lips once again.

A chill raced down your back.

You immediately knelt. “Sire, thank you for what you are about to bestow on me.” You swallowed. “My curiously got the better of me and took ahold of my tongue.” You glanced up at him. “I hope I will be of a good value.”

“I knew you were smart.” He turned, the fabrics of his toga blurred in the flickering candles. “Now follow me.”

You lingered for a few breathes, looking around one final time at the room that had been your home. Home, a notion you wondered if it even mattered any longer.

*******

As the sun came through the small window you awoke. Blinking you remembered everything from the night before. It had felt like a vision. But as you saw the finery you knew it had all happened.

You stretched, you sat up and glanced around. Not terribly sure what was expected.

Your door opened then. An older woman, came in. You vaguely remembered she was the one who ushered you to this space.

“Time to prepare you to be with our emperor.”

You nodded.

*******

Your heart beat heavily in your chest. You had been bathed, then oiled and your hair was twisted and twined. A fairly new scent clung to you.

In a season or two before, you were certain that it had possibly drifted by your nose once or twice prior while serving the ladies, that gifted the ability to address your sire or his General directly without the fear of punishment. It was very pleasing. The lady grooming you, had said it was came from lilies and violets.

The fabrics now that now hung and were draped on you were so soft, you barely felt them. You touched them absently almost to reassure yourself that you were in fact clothed. You did notice the same broach Geta gave you the night before sat on your shoulder, once again at the apex of the cloth.

A swirl of excitement was about you as them she finally brought you to the tricinium.

Geta, was already lounging and in the middle of eating grapes. He looked at you through hooded eyes. A half smile curled his lips briefly.

“Aelia.” He nodded. “I am very pleased.”

Reaching, he snatched one of the smaller bunches of grapes. You had never seen them so plump.

He held it out. “Here. We won’t need you till I am ready to leave for the senate.”

“As you wish, sire. Thank you.”

It was the first you had heard of her having a name. All you knew her as was Antoninus, since she belonged to Geta and Caracalla. The thought then filled you that Caracalla wasn’t there.

“Are you going to just stand there? Are you not hungry?”

“Sire,” You looked down at floor near him. “I wasn’t sure what you would wish of me.”

“I told you. You can look at me.”

You did as he said, your stomach churned. Looking at him here without the crown or the distractions of others or any of the fights, your realized the curls on top his brow were the same shade of a sunset you had once seen as a child. Very rich and beautiful shade of reds and oranges.

“You may have some of this.”

He nibbled on a few more grapes. You were eager to try one.

“I suggest having a fair amount, you will accompany me to a session of the senate. They do carry on quite a bit and there will nothing that is until dusk.”

“Thank you.”

Grabbing a plate, you chose some fruits especially a few of those plump grapes, fruits and other things, you had always been tempted by but knew had been forbidden for you. It was almost too much. It made you pause as you took the demure posture, you had once see a respected lady take one of the bolsters.

“Your tongue until now is unsophisticated. Though, I will assure you the cook is very good. Nothing should be terribly unpleasant.”

Finally, you took one of the grapes. It was crisp and sweet. Your eyes grew and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking over at him.

His eyebrows were raised. “I do hope I read that as enjoyment.”

“Yes, yes sire. Very much.”

“Good.”

You could just hear as he nibbles over your own as you continue to try more and more of the foods on your plate.

“You are like a child during a festival.”

You stopped and felt warmth fill your cheeks. “I am sorry, sire you wanted a woman.”

“Don’t be silly. It is amusing to see tides of your humors. Too many are in control of theirs.”

“Keep your hands off of me. I wanted these blemishes gone.” Screeched a voice.

You sat up, as the scratchy voice of Carcalla. He was always annoyed unless a touch more of wine was in him. Or he was seeing a particularly bloody fight in the Colosseum.

The door clanged open.

An indiscernible sound came from Caracalla.

You barely caught a glance at the broach that held the fabrics of his toga on him when you looked down.

“Geta, brother. I knew you took her as your own. But does she have to be in the tricinium with us?”

You inhaled. Perhaps Geta, would now realize what he was doing. All of which you still were sure what he had in his thoughts for you.

“Yes. She will. She is mine to do with as I please. Right now, we are eating.”

“I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have to. Her presence at the moment pleases me and that is all that matters.”

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[peacheeeliz]

029. very demure, very cutesy (wc: 909)

“Hey, hey, let's sit down for a bit,” Yunho's soft voice rings through your ears as he hovers his hand behind your lower back. He takes hold of your hand, helping you down to the floor of the closet. “You gotta be careful, pretty.”

In any other situation, your cheeks would flush at the pet name that falls from his lips and the placement of his hands. But after being locked in your hallway closet by none other than Wooyoung, your blood boiled with anger. Quiet curses for your friend left your mouth, along with incoherent murmurs that Yunho couldn't help but chuckle at.

“You look really pretty tonight,” he tells you in hopes that it'll take your mind off Wooyoung for a moment. He cups your cheek, turning your gaze away from the door and toward him. “I haven't been able to tell you yet.”

Finally, any trace of Jung Wooyoung leaves your mine, and you lean into the man's warm touch. Your eyes flutter shut, too drunk to even remember why you were mad just seconds prior. Yunho smiles softly at you, rubbing his thumb across your cheek gently. “I don't think you and Hongjoong should drink together again. You enable each other too much.”

You whine, “we do not. He's my Jjoongrami buddy,” you tell him, letting your eyes open again. “You're gonna take away my Jjoongrami buddy?”

“If you can tell me how much you've drank tonight, then I won't,” he teases, watching the way your eyes struggle to focus in the dimly lit closet. “And you know I'd hate to do that. Your yapping earlier was just too cute.”

You bring your finger up to his lips, shushing him as blush rises to your cheeks. “I haven't drank that much. Just a little bit,” you say, trying to count how many shots you've had with your free hand. “What was it? Three shots? Four? No, two. Definitely two.”

“Try fifteen,” he corrects, shaking his head. “I have no idea where you got two from, sweetheart.”

You try to push his hand away, ears shining red at the second pet name of the night. “Stop saying stuff like that,” you tell him, huffing.

“Stuff like what, pretty?” He questions, a knowing glint in his eyes. “You've got to be more specific.”

“Like that,” you repeat, turning away from him. “Pretty and sweetheart, it makes my heart flutter.”

“Then you've got to stop calling me baby,” he answers, letting out a light laugh. He waits until you turn back to him, “it makes my heart flutter, my stomach twist and turn. I could go on.”

“I wish it was easier for us to be together,” you pout, cupping both of his cheeks. You squish them together, giggling at his puffed out lips. “Why did you have to be an idol? Why did Yuyu have to be an idol? The first streamer I have a crush on, and he's a member of Ateez.”

“Pretty, it doesn't have to be as hard as you think it'll be,” he tells you, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling them away from his face. He brings them down to his lap, continuing to hold onto them. “I don't care what anyone says, okay? I just want to be with you.”

Your eyes soften at his words, causing him to feel a pang in his heart. “I can go without streaming, but I can't go without being with you,” he continues. “I'm glad you were the first streamer I decided to get close to. I'm glad I'm so bad at Minecraft that I accidently killed you in our first interaction.”

You let out a laugh at his comment, shaking your head. You hesitate to speak up, “Yun, you don't mean that. Of course, you would care about what people say. This is your career we're talking about here.”

“No, we're not talking about my career,” he says, smile faltering. “We're talking about us, pretty. Me and you. I don't want you to care about my job, my company, or my fans. Just care about me.”

He leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle against your skin. “Please, just think about me for now. We can worry about everything else when we need to,” he whispers, smiling down at you.

He watches you nod slowly, blushing even more at his words and gentle gesture – if it was even possible. He leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, the taste of alcohol and your cherry lip gloss lingering on his own lips.

Your heartbeat quickened at the unannounced gesture, but you couldn't stop yourself from melting into the kiss. One of his hands reaches up to circle the side of your face, while the other finds its place hovering over your back to pull you in closer to him.

“Fuck yeah!” The two of you hear from the other side of the closet door, from none other than Jung Wooyoung. You pull away from each other, hearing the boy continue to ramble in the other room. “I told you this shit would work, didn't I?”

Despite your annoyance, you smile when you see the shine of your lip gloss on Yunho's lips. You bring your thumb up to wipe it away, “just me and you.” He breaks out into a big smile at your words, pulling you back in for another kiss.

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

a/n: just one more chapter to go 🥲 i'm so sad but at least yucloudz are together!!

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Tom’s reaction to y/n being a parselmouth

OR

Y/n having a snake as a pet and when she learns tom can speak to snakes shes like “oh my god plz tell her/him that I love her/him”

Bonus if they end up 🌶🌶

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!ravenclaw reader warnings: smut, moaning myrtle??? 5,812 words notes: made some minor tweaks to request summary: when you learn that hogwarts’ very own head boy is a parselmouth, you wonder what else his tongue can do…

 “Oh, come on! We’re seventh years! We should be setting an example for all the younger students! Live a little, Millie!” She exclaimed as she and the fellow Ravenclaw girl, Millicent Snyder, stood outside the entrance to the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. A lock of golden hair was twirled around Millie’s forefinger as she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes darting back and forth between her friend and the bathroom door. Her friend waited impatiently for an answer, arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping against the stone floor below. 

 At last, Millie shook her head again, taking a few steps back. “No,” she said, and her friend sighed, dropping her shoulders. “Nobody goes in there for a reason. And you know what happened to that girl.”

 She rolled her eyes, “Millie, even if there’s a ghost in there, there’s ghosts all around the castle. What difference does it make?” Millie’s brow knitted together and she pursed her lips, now crossing her arms over her own chest. “Because… because, well…” Millie squeezed her eyelids together and sighed, throwing her hands down at her sides. “…you’ve heard what the others have said. The ghost in there is annoying. All she does is cry and moan and gets angry at you for just being there.”

 If Millie was trying to convince the girl to not enter, it wasn’t working. Millie watched as her friend began to walk backwards towards the entry door, and she winced when her palm fell flat against the wood. “Look, if you don’t want to go in, then so be it. You’re just acting like a child,” she said before pushing her way into the bathroom, leaving Millie alone in the hallway. 

 Once she was inside, she scanned the bathroom— no cries could be heard, and to be quite frank, the restroom looked as she remembered it, perhaps a bit dirtier than it had been before. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary there, at least, not right at first. She could even feel laughter bubbling in her chest at how hesitant Millie had been— as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to be afraid of in here.

 And that was until she heard something.

 She looked to the circular-shaped sink in the middle of the bathroom, a strange, unfamiliar hissing noise permeating the room. It was quiet, almost too quiet to hear but there, definitely there. Could this be the girl whose ghost has been haunting the restroom?

 On the tips of her toes, she made her way towards the sinks, each step careful and calculated as she tred closer to the source of the sound. She leaned forward and tilted her head to try and grab a better look, but before she could, the hissing noise stopped altogether. With her brow furrowed, she stood back up, wondering if it had been her mind playing tricks on her after all. 

 Until she felt something grab ahold of the hood of her robe, and she gasped as she was jerked backwards, stumbling into an unknown force behind her. 

 She could feel a rush of anger surge through her, assuming it must’ve been Millie trying to play a trick on her. With a thread of insults on the tip of her tongue, she pivoted around on her heels, ready to tell her friend off but when she peered up into the eyes of the figure behind her, she froze. 

 Her heart rattled in her chest as she gazed deep into dark, ebony eyes, feeling as though she were under some sort of trance. Hogwarts’ very own Head Boy, Tom Riddle now stood before her, pale face covered in shadow, and he loomed over her like a tower, shrouding her in darkness. Her irises flickered down to his shoulder, and even in the dark she could see the brilliance of his Head boy badge, just over the Slytherin one on his chest. Her mouth twitched with the intention of speaking but what could she say? Technically, she was still allowed to use this restroom, even if none of the other girls would, and it was still the girl’s bathroom after all. So what was he doing in here? Was he the one making those hissing noises?

 “T… Tom,” she managed, clasping her hands together before her. “You frightened me.”

 Tom said nothing at first, his jaw tense as well as it was tight while his heated gaze bore into her skin, making her feel hot, sweaty even. She blinked and looked away, her hand clasping around her elbow and giving it a squeeze. Her heart was pounding against her chest— between his intense stare and his hauntingly handsome features, she was already spiraling into a shaking, pathetic mess. 

 “My apologies,” Tom said at last, and she jumped, daring to look back up at him. “It was not in my intentions to scare you.”

 She looked away again and scanned the bathroom once more, eyeing the empty green stalls on the far wall. She narrowed her eyes at the tops of one of the doors, swearing she could see the bluish-white ghostly head of a girl before it ducked away again, disappearing from view. She blinked again— perhaps it had just been her mind playing tricks on her. 

 “Forgive me for asking, Tom,” she said carefully, wetting her lips before continuing. “But what are you doing in the girl’s restroom?”

 It was a question that would’ve caught any man off guard, but if it did to Tom, he certainly didn’t show it. He merely blinked, his same vacant yet still somewhat stern expression on his face. “I thought nobody would want to come in here. Just needed a place to think to myself,” he replied simply, his gaze just slightly darkening as he stared down at her. “I suppose I was wrong.”

 She immediately shook her head, “no! No, you… you’re right,” she stammered. “None of the girls ever come in here anymore. Not after what happened to Myrtle Warren and all…”

 Tom’s eyes flickered over to the sinks for a moment, and she tried to follow his gaze, but Tom now paced slowly in front of the sinks, hands clasped behind his back. “I see,” he hummed. “So why do you come in here?”

 She suddenly felt hot again. This was the most she’d ever spoken to the Head Boy— for the last seven years, she’d only watched him from afar much like the other girls in the castle, fawning over his good looks and gushing over his cleverness. She never expected to be here, in the allegedly haunted second floor girl’s restroom, talking directly to Tom Riddle himself. 

 She cleared her throat, “I… I was… dared, you see,” she winced as she spoke, damning her voice for wavering. Tom simply watched her with the same blank expression, seemingly neither interested nor bored. He stayed silent, as if he was waiting for her to continue. She gulped the lump in her throat back down, smoothing her palm up and down her arm. “All the girls say the ghost is awfully irritable. Just… wanted to see for myself.”

 Tom remained silent, and she found herself looking anywhere but at him. Her face was so hot now, she swore she could feel beads of sweat drip down the sides of her face. Finally, he looked to the green stalls on the far wall, blinking at the same door she swore she saw the ghostly girl before. 

 “I, for one, have never encountered this ghost you speak of,” he said, his voice deep and unshaking, a stark contrast to her own. “Perhaps, these rumors you speak of are false.” 

 He was so nonchalant. It was as if being caught in the girl’s restroom had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence. She found herself trying to come up with something to say, to somehow take the moment and stretch it out even further so that she could spend just a little more time with Tom Riddle. Her mind raced back to moments before Tom unveiled himself, to the strange noise she had heard before. 

 “Perhaps you are right,” she replied at last. “But… when I first came in, I heard something…” Tom’s head snapped her way, making her shrivel into herself just a bit, wondering if she was never supposed to bring it up in the first place. “…hissing. I think… I heard hissing. Do you think that was her? The girl who died?”

 For a moment, Tom was frozen where he stood, merely eyeing her up and down with eyes of dark obsidian, just as dark brows knit together. She shuddered in her place, giving her forearm a squeeze as Tom drew near. So near in fact, their breaths now seemed to be one in the same, his glare hardening as he stared coolly into her eyes, as more of a warning than anything else. 

 “Whatever it is you think you’ve heard, I would advise you to forget about it,” he hissed, a complete change of tone and demeanor, much unlike how he was before. She flinched at the sharp clip of his tone, now wanting nothing more than to dig herself a hole and crawl inside. “You are to stay away from here, and tell no one you saw me. Do you understand?”

 She met his eyes again, lips pressed tight together as she answered with a slow and careful nod. With the same icy scowl upon his face, he leaned away, but the phantom of his breath still lingered on her hot skin. And it was in that moment that she realized just how much she liked being so close to Tom Riddle, that she realized that he had managed to carve his own initials deep into her bone marrow, his name and just the mere idea of him now seared like a brand into her flesh. 

 Her throat felt sharp and dry at this epiphany, and now he was  so close to her, even threatening her but still, she found herself wanting to draw nearer, to be as close to him as possible. 

 Her mind wandered to the years before, to a time before rumors of the second floor girl’s bathroom being haunted, when all the attacks on Hogwarts students— primarily muggle-borns— were taking place. She remembered the day she heard the news that a fourth year girl in her own House had been killed, a rather unpopular girl who seemed unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She remembered how even she, too, felt the feeling of fright linger, wondering who would be next, when this mysterious monster or whatever it was would strike again. 

 But she also remembered when the news broke that the perpetrator of the attacks was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, and that Tom Riddle had been the one to catch him. She remembered watching as Tom was given the Special Award for Services to the School as she, along with the rest of the school, practically fell to their knees worshiping him. He was a hero! He had caught a murderer! And sure, she’d found him just handsome before but she remembered how entranced she felt by him, how even though he was quite the mystery, she wished to be the one to figure him all out. 

 Seeing him here now in this bathroom certainly didn’t help her case at all. 

 All she knew for sure was that the longer she stayed like this, so close to Tom she was practically breathing him in, she was screwed. 

 So she backed away when she realized this was her cue to leave, clawing at the fabric of her robe with her nails as she turned to make a beeline for the door, not daring to peer back at him as she quickly pushed it open, letting it slam shut behind her. Millicent Snyder jumped when her friend emerged from the second floor girl’s restroom, her chest heaving as she panted, appearing more winded than before. 

 “Are you alright?” Millie asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “What happened?”

 She gulped, the image of Tom and his coal black eyes gazing deep into hers burning her mind, spreading through her like a wildfire. 

 She shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied. “The toilets were just… out of order.”

 “You’re staring.”

 She narrowed her eyes as she turned towards Millie where she sat beside her, chewing on the piece of pork chop she had just placed in her mouth. “I’m not staring,” she argued, turning her head to glare down at her plate instead. 

 Millie, too, narrowed her eyes and glanced over to the Slytherin table where the Head Boy sat, his friends seemingly bickering around him while he remained expressionless, tipping the contents of his cup into his mouth. She peered back over to her friend as she pushed food around her plate, distracted, clearly trying her hardest to not look up towards the Slytherin table. The dots were already seemingly connecting themselves in Millie’s head, and at the realization, she gasped and brought her hand to her lips, widening her eyes. 

 “Oh, don’t tell me you fancy the Head Boy,” Millie smiled behind her hand, even when her friend snapped her head towards her to glare. “I don’t fancy him,” she hissed, but the slight flush on her cheeks and the way she couldn’t say it looking Millie in the eye said it all. 

 “Oh, Merlin,” Millie giggled, setting her fork down onto her plate and turning her body to face her friend. “And to think you’ve gone seven years without so much as even batting an eyelash at a boy.” She pursed her lips at Millie, repeatedly stabbing her mashed potatoes with her fork. “I’ve gone on dates,” she replied, scowling at her food.

 Millie narrowed her eyes, “well, I wouldn’t say snogging William Battleton of all people for a bet counts as a date.”

 “It was in Hogsmeade. At Madam Pudifoot’s, no less.”

 “Still doesn’t count.”

 She turned to Millie again, slightly more annoyed than she was before. “So what if I have a thing for Tom Riddle?” She asked. “Is that so much of a crazy, outlandish idea to believe?”

 Millie snickered behind her hand again, “so you admit it? You do think about snogging the Head Boy?” She only scowled to her plate again, leaving Millie to erupt into a giggling fit. “This is wonderful. Look, there goes your boy now,” Millie chuckled, gesturing with her head towards the double doors to the Great Hall as Tom approached them, throwing them both open before him. “Now’s your chance to ask him to accompany you to Hogsmeade. We’re only at Hogwarts for a few more months, you know.”

 She watched as Tom and his perfectly wavy noir colored hair disappeared behind the doors of the Great Hall, the black of his robes trailing behind him as he walked. She blinked at the doors for a moment, shaking her head when Millie jabbed her elbow into her side. 

 “You’re hopeless. Staring again.”

 She pursed her lips at Millie again, “where was this attitude yesterday when you were too scared to use the restroom on the second floor?”

 It was Millie’s turn to glare this time, and she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, making sure the ends slapped her friend in the face in the process. “Just go.”

 She narrowed her eyes at Millie and grumbled as she heaved herself from her seat, unable to tear her eyes from the entrance of the Great Hall. Although annoyed, Millie couldn’t help her snickering as she watched her friend make her way over to the exit, smiling as she placed another piece of pork chop into her mouth. 

 She had finally reached the double doors of the Great Hall, throwing them open and peering around the corridor outside as the sound of the doors closing behind her bounced off each stone wall. Of course, he was nowhere to be seen now. 

 But she had an idea of where he could be. 

 She made her way up the Grand Staircase, turning down the corridor of the second floor, the voices coming from the paintings on the walls muffled and distant. All she could hear now was the beat of her own heart as it pounded against her chest, already itching to see Tom Riddle again. Her feet moved to their own accord and before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door leading into the second floor girl’s restroom, her fingers twitching as they reached for the doorknob. 

 Her blood ran cold as she twisted it, slowly peeling the door open to once again reveal the dark and abandoned bathroom, pools of water from the sinks on the floor. The sound of the door closing behind her permeated the room as she gazed towards the circular sink in the middle of the restroom, but Tom was nowhere to be seen. Could she have been mistaken? Perhaps he hadn’t come in here after all.

 “What are you doing in here?”

 Her lips fell apart in a gasp as she jumped, clutching the chest of her robes as she spun around on her heels towards the green stalls on the far wall where the ghostly figure of a girl with pigtails and big, round glasses peeked her head from the top of. She blinked— she’d seen this girl before, back when she was still alive. 

 “Myrtle?” She asked. “Myrtle Warren?”

 The young Ravenclaw girl peeked her head a little further out from the stall, her eyebrows knitted together as she eyed the older girl. “Hmph. I remember you,” Myrtle chided, grasping the edge of the stall door. 

 She tilted her head as Myrtle emerged through the green stall door, her lips pursed in a pout. “Why do you say that as if you didn’t like me?” She asked, curious. Myrtle’s eyes narrowed behind the circular lenses of her glasses, her arms crossed over her chest, and she huffed, turning her head to the side. “You were always so nice to everyone but never thought to tell the others to stop picking on me,” Myrtle remarked. “You’re just as bad as the others.”

 She furrowed her brows and dared to take a step toward the ghostly figure of the girl, but Myrtle only raised her nose higher, her head still off to the side. She sank her teeth into the plush of her bottom lip and rolled it around, contemplating her next words. 

 “I’m sorry, Myrtle,” she began carefully, testing the waters. Myrtle peeled a single eyelid open and peeked over to where the older girl stood before closing it again, turning further away. She sighed and mentally rolled her eyes before continuing, “I hadn’t any idea you were being bullied, I swear! I don’t know everything that goes on in the castle, you know.”

 At this, Myrtle pressed her lips tight together and turned, eyes narrowed as she drew close to the older Ravenclaw, her pale, ghostly face mere inches away from hers. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shivered, suddenly feeling cold. 

 “YOU NEVER KNEW?” Myrtle shouted and she winced, leaning away from the girl. “HAH! AS IF I COULD EVER BELIEVE THAT! YOU CAN’T TELL ME YOU NEVER HEARD THE THINGS THEY USED TO CALL ME! UGLY MYRTLE, STUPID MYRTLE, MOANING MYRTLE!” 

 Myrtle turned her back on the older girl now, her pigtails whipping behind her as she sniffled. “Nobody ever stood up for me,” she murmured, her voice now soft and wavering. She could feel her eyebrows knit together in pity for the poor girl, and she stepped closer towards the ghostly figure of Myrtle Warren. 

 “I’m sorry, Myrtle,” she sympathized. “I truly am.” 

 Myrtle peered over her shoulder to the girl, sniffling again before taking her round glasses off her nose, wiping the lenses with her fist. “You’re not here to see me, are you?” Myrtle asked, bottom lip jutted in a pout. “You’re here to see that boy. The one who always makes those terrible noises.”

 She tilted her head again at this, narrowing her eyes at Myrtle in question. “Noises?” She asked, and Myrtle nodded. “He makes hissing noises all the time,” she replied, scrunching her face in disgust. “I’ll bet it’s to tease me. Everybody was mean to me when I was alive and they’re still mean to me now! Why should I be surprised?” 

 Myrtle’s bottom lip curled again as crystals of tears slid down her pale cheeks, and her body wracked with a sob. “Myrtle, don’t cry,” she tried to soothe the ghost, taking a step forward but before she could reach her, Myrtle suddenly froze. 

 Myrtle blinked, her lips agape as her words dissolved on the tip of her tongue. She furrowed her brows as Myrtle stared at something behind her, and she tilted her head. “Myrtle? Are you alright?” She dared to ask, but Myrtle never replied, her eyes still fixated on something behind her. “Myrtle?”

 Just before she could turn to peer over her shoulder, Myrtle gasped and began to wail, shriveling into herself before flipping towards the toilets behind her, disappearing behind one of the green stall doors. 

 “Myrtle!” She called after the girl, but just as she took a step toward the green stalls, another voice permeated the room, making her skin crawl and the blood that rushed through her veins freeze.

 “So you’re following me.” 

 The hair on the back of her neck stood erect when she jumped, and slowly, she turned to face the source of the voice. 

 And there Tom Riddle stood, his eyes narrowed in a glare, skin pale but still as hauntingly beautiful as ever. Her breath hitched in her throat as her face began to grow hot, and she shriveled into herself, suddenly wishing she, too, could join Myrtle in hiding in one of the bathroom stalls. Tom Riddle loomed like a shadow, eclipsing the light from the candles on the walls. She felt as if she could dig herself a hole and crawl into it— but all the while, she felt herself being pulled deeper into him, blinded by her own curiosity. 

 “Tom!” She squeaked, clearing her throat. “I was… I wasn’t… I was just—“

 “Just following me even after I told you to stay away?”

 She looked up into his blisteringly cold eyes, his gaze piercing through her, and for a moment, she had the feeling he could read each and every one of her thoughts, as if she were an open book. The thought occurred to her that Tom may know her better than she initially thought, that he knew much more about her than she did about him. 

 She shuddered at the thought. 

 She opened and closed her mouth, words dying on the tip of her tongue. There was nothing she could say— it appeared that he knew all too well why she was here. Her gaze lowered to the floor— it was easier than admitting it aloud, anyways. 

 For a few prolonged moments, it was silent, save for the pounding of her own heart against her chest. Then she could hear footsteps, and she flinched when his feet came into view, stopping just before her. She didn’t dare look up, at least, not until he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes to meet his once again. 

 She trembled in the palm of his hand. 

 “Do you believe her?” He asked, and she blinked at the sudden question, unable to unscramble the jumble of thoughts in her head. She furrowed her brow and shook her head, her lips falling agape with the intent of speaking, but once again, her words fell dead at the tip of her tongue. Tom only leaned in closer, “she said I am terrible. Do you believe her?”

 The lump at the base of her throat weighed like a boulder, her attempt to swallow it back down coming to no avail. She was tranquilizer beneath his stare, glued to her spot on the floor. His grip on her chin was gentle, never pressing too hard into her skin. But still, she didn’t dare move. 

 “I…” she managed, her mind a tempest, unable to pluck a complete, coherent sentence from the mess. “…I don’t…”

 A haze glazed over Tom’s coal black irises, and he stepped closer, her chin still in his palm. Her bottom lip quivered when the pad of his thumb ghosted over it, and she just felt so small beneath him, but she couldn’t bring herself to break away from his gaze. It was as if she was bewitched, under some sort of spell. 

 “What if what she says is true?” He asked, and her brow wrinkled, confused. What is he saying? That he did make those noises yesterday? But it sounded like hissing, like a snake. 

 She’d read about the language of serpents before, but it was an extremely uncommon skill. If Tom could speak Parseltongue, then that meant…

 Tom could see the realization as soon as it washed over her face, but he was surprised to see she didn’t recoil, didn’t even try to fight and tear away from him. Instead, her eyes filled with wonder, curiosity. And she was pulling towards him, as if she couldn’t stop herself. 

 The corner of Tom’s lips curved in a smirk. He had her hooked. 

 Her mind was racing. “It… it was you?” She asked, searching through the murky black of his eyes, falling deeper into his pit of darkness. “You were making that noise yesterday… you were speaking… which makes you a…”

 She trailed off, shaking her head as her chest heaved, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. Tom simply said nothing, but through the fogginess of his eyes, she could see light— almost as if he were amused, urging her to continue. 

 She took a deep breath, “…Parselmouth.”

 Still, Tom said nothing, but her suspicion was confirmed with a slight bow of his head. She was spiraling, sure, Tom Riddle was peculiar before but this only unlocked a plethora of new questions. Who was he? Who are his parents? His grandparents? Great-grandparents? Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin— Serpent-tongue— himself? 

 What else could he do, being a Parselmouth?

 The question made her cheeks grow warm and she shifted where she stood to press her thighs closer together. Tainted thoughts swarmed her mind, the image of the boy in front of her doing rather unholy things to her taking forefront in her brain. She blinked, looking away as she desperately tried to rid her head of these thoughts— he was standing right in front of her for Merlin’s sake!

 But it was as if Tom could read her mind, for he gripped her chin once again, stepping closer until they were impossibly close, his eyes surging into hers like two waves in the middle of the ocean. She pressed her lips together tight until they formed a thin line as her gaze flickered to Tom’s, watching as they parted and he said, “your mind is racing. I can feel it.”

 She almost moaned at the sound of his voice, deep and rich like velvet, smooth as silk. She stayed silent, watching with bated breath as she waited for him to continue. The pad of his thumb soothed just below her bottom lip, eventually cupping the side of her face with his palm, his opposite hand a phantom over her hip, and she shuddered at the mere feel of his presence where nobody else had touched her before. Somewhere in the far back of her mind she thought of Myrtle, how she must’ve been watching from over the top of one of the green stall doors on the wall. 

 But when Tom was touching her like this, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

 Her eyes looked at his lips— she knew he was capable of speaking the language of the serpents, but now she was curious what else his tongue could do. 

 “You aren’t pushing me away,” he muttered, staring down at her through hooded lids. Her tongue swiped between her lips, her bones rattling with anticipation as she peered back up at him. “I… I want you to…”

 The words died in her throat, but Tom had an inkling he knew what she was going to say. The corner of his lips twitched. “Tell me,” he whispered, his hand on her cheek slithering to the back of her neck, giving it a firm squeeze. “Tell me what you want.”

 A whimper tumbled past her lips at that, and she canted her hips into his, resting her hands on his chest. “I… I want you to kiss me.”

 Tom eyed her lips, how they quivered with want, and when he glanced back to her irises, he saw how big they were. He could see how much she wanted him, how much she wanted him to just touch her. 

 With the hand on the back of her neck, he drew her in until his lips were on hers, and she surged into him, sighing into the kiss. His other hand reached beneath her robes to grab at her hip, kneading her flesh through her skirt. She clawed at the fabric of his robe, tugging him closer, desperately trying to dig more out of him. 

 But Tom’s lips were so smooth, his movements so calculated. He was a man who liked to take his time rather than rush and leave sloppy work. He kissed her like he would anything else, movements precise, thorough, fervent. 

 It was all making her mind numb, making her knees wobble and threaten to make her sink to her knees. 

 But before she could, Tom’s lips were making their way down her chin and oh, they reached her skin where her neck connects with her jaw, and he was sucking there, brushing her flesh with his kiss. She reached to his shoulders and grabbed a fistful of his robe with either hand while his kisses trailed down towards her collarbone. 

 She was shaking, her legs ready to give out beneath her. She tugged harder on Tom’s robes in warning, and he gazed up at her through heavy eyelids, his lips never once leaving her skin. 

 “I can’t… I can’t,” she panted, her knees continuing to wobble until she collapsed into Tom’s arms, and carefully, he guided her down to the floor, letting her lean on the wall for support. Her cheeks were burning with red hot embarrassment and she covered her face with her hands, but when she stole glimpses of him between her fingers, he wasn’t mocking her. 

 In fact, he only seemed to want her more. 

 “I’m sorry Tom, I—“

 “You needn’t apologise,” he interrupted, inching closer to her, his hands on either of her knees and spreading them apart. He crawled between them and with one of his hands, he brushed her own to the side so that may see her face, her arms falling to her sides. Tom said nothing more, working his way back down her body until he reached the hem of her skirt, watching her with those same murky eyes as he curled his fingers around the edge, maintaining eye contact as he slowly pulled the fabric down her legs. 

 All she could do was watch in awe as he tore the pool of fabric away from her ankles, discarding her skirt somewhere off to the side. The cool air of the second floor girl’s restroom hit her underwear where she was soaked, sending shudders slithering up her spine, goosebumps littering her skin. 

 Tom’s middle and forefinger dragged a line up the middle of her underwear and she mewled at his touch, her toes curling in on themselves as he felt just how wet she was through the thin piece of fabric. Their eyes surged into one another again as he curled his fingers around the hem of her underwear too, and finally, he began to tug them down her legs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

 At last, he tore them away from her ankles, leaving her entire bottom half completely bare and nude, all for him to see. Her sex pulsed and oozed with need, and she clenched when he stared down at it, his palms flat against the inside of her thighs to part them wider. He leaned down onto his elbows, the fact they were on the floor of an abandoned bathroom completely disregarded. 

 She couldn’t bring herself to care. Especially not when Tom was placing a kiss right above her aching clit. 

 She gasped when he trailed his kisses down until he was pressing a long, firm kiss to her pearl, all the while maintaining eye contact. Her chest was heaving, sweat beginning to bead at her hairline, her nails clawing at the stone floor below. Her heartbeat was deafening now, and all she could hear was her heart and all she could think was Tom, Tom, Tom. 

 And when he licked a long stripe up from her entrance all the way to her clit, she finally moaned. It permeated the bathroom, bouncing off every single wall and racing back to her ears. Tom hadn’t done much yet, but she was already panting, she might’ve already been close to coming. 

 She couldn’t believe her daydream from just moments before was already coming true— Tom Riddle with his face stuffed between her legs, his tongue doing wonders to her. He kissed her clit again and again before his lips once again traveled down her slit until they reached her entrance where his tongue worked her open, and she was done for. 

 “Tom!” She shrieked, his nose pressed against her clit. His tongue was already so deep, and she already felt so close to falling apart, she simply couldn’t keep her composure. 

 She ground her hips against his face until his strong hands held a firm grip on them, anchoring her down. She whimpered at this, tears pricking the outskirts of her eyes. She could feel every inch of his tongue as it worked her open, his lips as he kissed her in places she’d never been kissed before. 

 She simply couldn’t take it anymore. 

 “Oh, Tom,” she moaned, tossing her head back against the wall. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”

 Tom’s gaze flickered back up to hers, her lips parting and coming back together over and over again. He was eating her out so good, and all she could do was clench around his tongue in warning until she was making a mess of his pretty, pale face. 

 And never once did Tom pull away, not until he was sure he had lapped up every last drop. 

a/n; my universal studios and disney world trip was wonderful! spent a lot of my time at diagon alley and hogsmeade which was wonderful 🥰 anyways, i did a bit of tweaking to anon’s request, so i hope you still enjoy it!

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Hii, would you write for lucy bronze?? If you are can you do something something nasty with her (respectfully) i just- i can't get out of my mind all those muscles and her abs and i would get on my knees and suck her off and i feel she's the type who make us deeptrhoat. Hahaha bye

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Lose it | L.B | 18+ mdni

Pairing: Lucy Bronze + fem reader

Summary: Lucy gets jealous and decides there's only one way to show you who owns you

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, R thirsting slightly over Lucys muscles, strapsucking, deepthroating, degradation, praise, slight toxicity, marking, spitting, R is in their early 20s | 18+ mdni

"What are you wearing?" Her steely gaze met yours as you stepped out of the closet, you only shrugged and gave a light twirl as her hands twitched by her sides.

"Clothes, what are you wearing?" You knew that you shouldn't take such pleasure in riling her up like this, but god did you love the outcome.

Giving a frustrated groan, she took ahold of the flimsy material of your blouse and yanked, hard enough to pull the shirt wide open, exposing your lace-clad chest in the process.

You gasped in surprise, your own hands coming to grip hers as she pulled again and again, until the blouse was completely ripped off of you.

"Look at this, god, you're such a whore" pouting up at her, you took in your ruined shirt, now laying discarded on the floor before your hands slid up the expanse of her arms, settling on her muscular shoulders.

"Luce, that was expensive!" you whined while she rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by your act, her mind already coming up with ways to show you who owns you.

Ignoring your protests, she grabbed your jaw and tilted your head up, giving herself a perfect view of the blank canvas that was your neck, closing in on you, she licked a stripe up the length of your neck before pressing harsh kisses up and down your neck, occasionally biting down to make sure her marks would be seen by the whole world.

She repeated the process on your chest, painting your skin an angry red before leaning away only to spit on your chest, watching in satisfaction as her saliva dribbled down the valley of your chest. As she pulled back completely, taking in your disheveled state with a small smirk, Lucy loved seeing the effect she had on you.

"On your knees." nodding quickly as you caught your breath, you instantly dropped your knees, only then noticing the very obvious bulge in the brunettes pants and from the sheer size of it, you knew that it's your favorite.

Barely able to look away from it, you impatiently wait for your girlfriend to unbuckle her pants, squirming on the floor as Lucy pulled her cock out, smirking down at you as she slapped the toy against your cheek before nudging the tip against your lips, coaxing it into your mouth.

Moaning around the toy, you let Lucy guide it to the back of your throat before swallowing around it, treating the cock as if it was real, like the brunette could feel everything you did to her.

Grabbing the back of your head, her hips started moving, roughly fucking your throat while your hands came up to grab at her waist, you're not sure if it's to pull her closer or away.

Her hand tightens to a painful grip, keeping your head still as she used you as she pleased, making sure that you couldn't try to pull away.

"That's it, that's my good little slut" it was groaned out, her hips thrusting even harder. The sound of you gagging around her only spurred her on further.

Your own hands gripped onto her tighter, fingers digging into her defined abs. Blinking back the tears in your eyes just so you could keep looking up at her, you could barely hold back your pleased hum at the blissed out look on her face.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum" smiling around her cock, you let her fuck into the back of your throat until she tensed up with a groan, head falling back. She was quick to pull out just so she could paint your face with her cum, loving the way you looked with tears running down your face, cheeks a ruddy red and completely marked by her.

She looked down at you with a small, satisfied smile, thumb gently rubbing over your cheek. Gathering some of her cum on her finger she pushed it into your mouth, letting you have a taste of her.

"Hm, I think you should go out like this."

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 13

Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)

Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁

Chapter Warnings: Smut. Oral (f receiving). Vaginal fingering. Unprotected PinV sex. Loss of virginity. Angst.

Word Count: 3,840

A/N: Here's Ch. 13. I so appreciate all the love and support you're all giving this series. Hope you enjoy the latest installment. ❤️

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Y/N watched Dean’s expression change from surprise to deep desire, before being tempered by caution. He cleared his throat. “What…what do you mean?”

Y/N ducked her head and shrugged. “I mean…well,” her voice became breathy and light, “I mean what you think I mean.”

She looked up into his eyes and smiled through her shyness, trying to make him see the truth of her decision. 

Dean reached out his fingers to trace along her jaw. “Y/N, are you sure? I mean, last night you were still-”

Y/N nodded. “I know. But yes, today I know for sure.”

Dean opened his mouth to probe further, but Y/N stepped close and placed her fingertips against his lips. “I’m sure. I know absolutely.” She lowered her lashes before looking back up into his shining green gaze, alight with fire and intensity. “I want it to be you. It has to be you.”

She stood on tiptoe to reach his mouth, daintily running her tongue along his bottom lip, making him moan and let her in.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth, tentatively running it along his, before Dean groaned deeply and took over. He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his aching body. He kissed her deeply, reaching as far into her as he could, desperate to consume her, to taste her very essence on his tongue.

He forced himself to pull back, to sip at her lips gently, trying to get ahold of himself. He couldn't rush this, didn't want to rush it. He’d craved all of her for so long, he needed to savor her, needed to relish every second, every touch. He dipped his head to kiss the hinge of her jaw, nibbling at it softly before sliding his lips down her neck. 

Y/N moaned loudly as he sucked hard on the delicate skin at the base of her throat. The action made fire shoot straight to her core and she began working at the buttons on his shirt, trying to get it off. She managed to open it far enough for her to slip her hands Inside and caress his warm skin, rubbing her thumb over his nipple and making him shiver.

Pulling back from her, Dean turned Y/N slowly so he could begin unbuttoning the tiny buttons that ran down the back of her dress. When he reached her waistband, he spread the material wide to slip it off her shoulders and then down over her petticoat to pool on the ground around her. He untied her petticoat next, letting it drop to the floor as well.

Next came her corset cover which he tossed aside, and then her corset. As he slowly loosened the laces, he leaned down to press a delicate kiss to her bare shoulder. He let his teeth scrape gently along her satiny skin, which brought on a shiver for her this time.

When the laces on her corset were loosened enough, Dean walked around to the front of her and began unhooking it. When he finally got it open, he pulled it from her torso and dropped it at their feet too.

He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Every time I undress you, I feel like I'm unwrapping a present, and it's everything I can do not to just tear through the wrapping.”

Y/N chuckled and spoke breathlessly. “Well, I said I had another gift to give you. So, feel free to rip things a little.”

Dean hummed in satisfaction and reached under her chemise to yank down her drawers, taking an inordinate amount of pleasure in the sound of the dainty stitches tearing.

Finally he lifted her chemise over her head to leave her standing naked in the lamplight. He turned away from her for a moment to tug the curtains closed over the garden doors, just in case. Then he turned back and sighed deeply as he stared at her.

“My god.” He whispered. “I've never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.”

Y/N ducked her head but resisted the urge to cover herself shyly. This wasn't the time to be bashful. Instead she stepped up to him, and took the two sides of his shirt in her hands. 

She looked up at him with a grin. “My turn to rip?” She asked and he nodded. Immediately she yanked his shirt open, tearing off his last few buttons and letting them roll away.

Then she unbuttoned his pants slowly, pushing them and his underwear down over his hips until the two of them stood completely naked, happily drinking each other in.

Even though they'd done this part many times before, Dean didn't want to overwhelm Y/N or rush her, so he let her stare as long as she wanted. He encouraged her with a nod when she reached out her hand to stroke him, clenching his fists at his sides when she squeezed him gently. 

As she continued, he reached up and began pulling the pins from her hair. She stepped closer to him, so it was only the width of her hand that stayed between them as she stroked him. 

As her hair tumbled down lock by lock, she peppered kisses across Dean’s chest, sucking on his skin to leave behind a mark, the same as he’d left on her. When her hair was down completely, Dean buried his hands in it, tilting her mouth up to him and licking it open, swallowing up her soft moans and quiet sighs of pleasure.

He let his hands slip out of her hair to trail down her back, fingertips lightly teasing her skin as they ran down her spine. He pushed his hands down over her backside, squeezing her gently and then lifting her. She squealed a little as she threw her arms around his neck, and Dean helped her wrap her legs around his waist. His light chuckle turned into a moan as he felt her wet heat rub against the tip of his hardening cock. 

He carried her to the bed, climbing up on his knees and letting them both tumble to the sheets in a tangle of limbs. He immediately claimed her lips again, letting some of his overwhelming passion through as he delved his tongue back inside her mouth, urgently ravishing her as he sucked on her tongue.

He slowly moved down her body, hands pressing into her skin, lips whispering softly over her flesh, occasionally biting and nipping and then soothing her with his warm tongue. She felt as though he was setting her whole body on fire, the heat burning under his lips and then under her skin. She pushed her hands through his hair as he reached the apex of her thighs, tugging gently when she felt his tongue sweep through her wet folds.

He teased and tormented her with his mouth, until she was shaking and instinctively lifting her hips, pushing against face. He kissed the tops of her inner thighs as he pressed his hand against her lower belly to hold her in place as he called to her.

“Y/N, sweetheart, look at me.”

She shook her head, reaching for him blindly, desperate to get his mouth back on her. But he wouldn’t relent and finally she pried her eyes open and looked down the length of her body to where his chin rested on her lower belly. His forefinger swirled lazily against her extraordinarily sensitive bundle of nerves, making her squirm.

“I want to tell you what I’m going to do next, so it doesn’t surprise or scare you.”

Y/N tried to pull reason back into her mind and listen to what he was saying, but it wasn’t an easy feat. 

“I’m going to push my fingers into your body now. It won’t hurt, I’ll go very slowly. But before you can take all of me, I need to stretch you open a little bit. Do you understand? So that when the time comes for me to enter you, that won’t hurt you either.”

Y/N felt a small shiver of anticipation mixed with a shred of trepidation, but she nodded to tell him that she understood. Words were still quite beyond her.

He bent his head again, flicking his tongue back and forth across her very stimulated little button, as his fingers stroked through her wetness. Then she could feel a little bit of pressure, just before she gasped as his finger breached her body. 

Just as he promised, it didn’t hurt. It was a slightly strange sensation, kind of a full feeling that accompanied the tightening and flutter in her stomach as he moved his finger in and out of her, sinking it a little deeper each time.

Finally he had his whole middle finger sunk into her and she decided that she liked that full feeling, it felt…she couldn’t place the feeling, couldn’t name it amongst all her other rioting emotions and sensations. But she knew she liked it, and somehow wanted more.

As though reading her mind, Dean whispered against her dripping heat. “I’m going to use a second finger, tell me if it’s too much.”

She felt herself stretched wider and it was exactly what she’d been wanting. He eased his way inside her as he had before, slowly, methodically plucking pleasure from deep inside her. This time she felt him scissor his fingers, and open her up even further. He began to move more quickly in and out of her body, pumping harder, and she could feel how the wetness dripped between her legs, drenching the sheet under her. She would have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so incredible.

And then Dean touched something deep inside her that made her hips buck off the bed. He pressed her back down with the hand he held on her belly. He touched the spot again and she screamed, she couldn’t help it; it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. He pressed on it for the third time and her whole body seized with her climax. Her thighs clamped tight around Dean’s wrist as she clawed mindlessly at his shoulders.

As soon as she began to return to some semblance of normal, he crooked his finger inside her, pressing that spot again and she was lost to ecstasy once more. 

Finally, when she was just a shaking mess beneath him, he pulled his fingers out of her and moved to kneel between her legs. He fit his big hands under her knees and opened her legs as wide as they would go, pushing them up towards her chest. She opened her eyes enough to see him as he towered above her. His breathing was shallow and his muscles rippled with restraint.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” Dean told her, turning his head to press a kiss to her calf. “I’ve got you.”

Y/N nodded and let her head fall back, trusting Dean completely. He let go of her left knee for a moment to take hold of himself and line up with her entrance. Then he pushed her knee open again and slowly eased his way inside her. 

This stretch was so much more than his fingers, he pushed in inch by slow inch, allowing her plenty of time to get used to him before moving ever deeper. As he entered her fully, pressing against her so tight and burying his face in the crook of her neck, he was panting, muscles trembling from holding himself in check above her.

“Are you alright, sweetheart." He asked in a strained voice. "How do you feel?”

She ran her hands up and down the sweat-slicked muscles in his arms, nodding as she marveled at the feeling of fullness, completeness, that swept over her. 

It was then that she recognized what that unknown feeling was swirling through her. It was a fierce sense of connection. Something much deeper than two bodies linked together, it was more than she could possibly explain, but it was beautiful and all-consuming, and it brought tears to her eyes.

She answered around her clogged throat. “I’m good, Dean. I’m beautiful.” It wasn’t really what she meant. She meant it was beautiful, he was beautiful, them together, the moment they were creating was beautiful.

But Dean just nodded and sipped away one of her tears. “Yeah, you are.”

As he’d done with his fingers, he began to move his hard, thick length slowly in and out of her body, creating a blessed and excruciating friction that had her begging him to move faster, urging him on, pushing her hand against his lower back to sink him deeper into her. The coil in her stomach wound tighter and tighter with every thrust. 

Then he shifted her slightly and he was hitting that spot again, harder this time, making the sharp wave of bliss that moved through her, feel otherworldly. She shattered around him once again, feeling as though she was just a ball of light and sensation.

It took a few moments for her to return to earth. When she did she opened her eyes, letting herself take in the exquisite sight of Dean moving above her, muscles bulging and straining. The veins in his neck stood out as he gritted his teeth and ground his hips against her, driving into the tight sheath of her body over and over.

Finally, after a minute, he yanked himself out of her, shifting to the side to shudder and rock his hips against the mattress as he shouted out her name almost painfully. He collapsed against the sheets, linking an arm around her waist to keep her connected to him as he tried to recover.

Their breaths kept the same cadence, rising and falling in unison. Dean reached across Y/N to pull the blanket up over her rapidly cooling body, even while he was still lying prone and otherwise not moving.

Y/N rolled onto her side to get closer to him and Dean groaned as he turned to face her. He smiled at her, his face exhausted. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

She sighed and snuggled even closer to him and she realized she already missed the feeling of being connected to him. It was as close as she could ever come to having all of him for herself. Those thoughts carried sadness with them, so she pushed them away, smiling as she answered.

“I’m wonderful. I feel incredible. I want more.” She said with a wide yawn. 

Dean chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her lightly and then smile softly, breathing his words into her.

“Sleep now, sleepy girl. There can be more tomorrow.”

Y/N nodded, her exhausted mind and body already half asleep. But the word “tomorrow” seemed to echo in her mind, accompanying her into her dreams and mocking her there.

***

The next morning Y/N woke up slowly, her body inexplicably stiff and sore, until she awoke fully and remembered the reason why. She looked for Dean and found him sitting on the end of the bed, fully dressed and tying up his shoe.

“Dean?” She croaked at him.

He turned back to see her and a bright smile spread across his face. “Oh, good. You’re awake. You were sleeping so soundly I would have felt terrible waking you up.” 

He stood and walked to her side of the bed, his brow wrinkled with concern. “How do you feel?”

Y/N was surprised that she felt no embarrassment as she took stock of herself. She was stiff and a little sore, but she was good, no shame or shyness about what happened. It had been too perfect for that.

She nodded. “I feel amazing.” 

Dean kissed her softly and smiled against her lips. “Good.” He said simply.

She raised an eyebrow and touched a finger to his tie. “Are you leaving?”

He sighed deeply. “Yeah, I’ve gotta go into work. You and I have the show at The Manhattan tonight, that variety thing. So before then I should really try to get something done. I've gotta meet with the company’s lawyer. I think we almost have the deal with Northern Freight and Clearwater sewn up. Clearwater’s been on board from the beginning and Taskett seemed really close to accepting the terms the last time we spoke, so…” He raised crossed fingers.

Y/N smiled. “That’s wonderful, Dean. You should be so proud.”

Dean shrugged and looked slightly sheepish. “Well, can’t be too proud till all the T’s are crossed and the I’s are dotted.”

Y/N leaned forward and kissed him again. She meant it to be a brief good luck kiss, but when she tried to move away, Dean wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kept her there, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered slightly and immediately sank into him. He pushed her onto her back and went with her, stretching out over her torso.

He slipped his hands under her, sliding them down her body to massage her backside, making her moan at the way his hard fingers pushed and pressed her sore muscles, before letting go of her so he could swipe his middle finger through her folds before gently pushing it into her body.

He went far enough that he could press on that magic spot deep inside her again, making her cling to him and push down on his hand, lifting her head from the pillow to bury her face in his neck.

As he rubbed his calloused fingertips against the spot over and over, she let out a cry of pleasure and once again found herself floating through oblivion as Dean rolled her under him completely and placed light kisses across her forehead and cheeks. 

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she sighed deeply. “You can’t honestly do that to me and then just go to work, can you? You promised me more.”

Dean moaned slightly and began to move his lips down her body. “I have to, I’ve been neglecting work a lot lately, and I have to…” He cut himself off as he pulled her nipple into his mouth. 

She pushed her fingers through his neatly combed hair, scraping her nails against his scalp. He shuddered and she whispered. “Stay.”

So he did.

***

Hours later Dean was up and getting ready for work for the second time that day. He sat down on Y/N’s side of the bed again and pushed her hair back off of her forehead. She was cocooned under the blankets, utterly worn out.

“So, I was thinking…” He began.

Y/N groaned to indicate she was listening, and he chuckled. “So, we’ve got the show tonight, and I’ve gotta work now, but tomorrow we should start looking for a house for you.”

Y/N’s eyes popped open and she was suddenly wide awake, sitting up and clutching the covers to her chest as Dean stood and moved to the wardrobe mirror to tie his tie.

“A house?” Y/N questioned with a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Why?”

Dean shrugged. “Well, I mean we can get you an apartment if you want, but I think renting you a house is a better option. You’ll have more privacy and more space.” 

He caught her eye in the mirror and Y/N shook her head almost imperceptibly. “Dean.” She whispered. “Dean, I…I can’t…stay. With you.”

She felt her heart lodge in her throat and tears gather in the corners of her eyes. Dean turned quickly to face her, confusion written all over his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry.”

Dean shook his head and frowned. “But you…last night…”

Y/N swallowed hard, finishing his sentence as she dashed away a tear. “...was wonderful. It was everything I could have ever wanted. It was perfect. But I just…”

Her words fell away and she bit her lip, looking down at her lap before she continued. “I just can’t be a mistress.”

Dean’s bright green eyes dulled and a muscle ticked in his jaw before he slowly turned away from her, leaving her to stare at his stunning profile. 

“Well, alright then.”

His voice was so quiet, and hurt curled around his words. Y/N felt awful and put a hand out to him. “Dean, I’m so sorry. It’s just-”

“No.” He cut her off with a quick slice of his hand through the air, plastering a smile on his face as he looked back at her. “That’s fine.”

“Dean-”

“Seriously, don’t.” He interrupted again before taking a deep breath. “Just don’t. Look, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s fine. You know, we’ve had some fun, and we got a couple days left, we’ll just enjoy them and leave it at that.”

He gave her a smile that had no warmth. “Yeah?”

All she could do was nod. 

“Great.” He finished, grabbing his coat from the hook and tossing it over his arm. “I’ll be back at around 7:30 to pick you up for the show. Sound good?”

Y/N nodded again. “Yes, that’s fine.” She said, her heart quietly breaking.

“Great.” He paused a moment before walking out the door. “See ya.” He called back to her.

The door closed quietly, but she still flinched slightly, as though it had been slammed. A part of her wanted to run out of the room in nothing but a sheet to chase Dean down and tell him she was wrong and she'd changed her mind. But that would be a lie.

After making love to Dean for real, completely giving herself to him, she was more sure than ever that she could never accept getting just a little bit of him, for just a little bit of time. She needed all of him, forever. And if she couldn't have that, then she would take nothing, she would take solitude.

Because there was no replacing him. 

But being sure in her decision didn’t stop it from slicing her heart open. On top of her own heartbreak, Dean had seemed hurt; he’d obviously believed that her decision to be with him last night would be echoed in a decision to stay with him now.

She’d wanted to explain her reasons to him, explain her decision. But he had no use for that, he didn’t care what the reasons were. She was turning down his incredibly generous offer, so all the reasons amounted to the same thing - so why waste his time, she supposed. 

She lay back on the bed, curling herself into a ball, and letting her tears flow. They felt endless and she was desperate to get rid of them all before Dean came back. If he could “enjoy the rest of their time together” then so could she.

Or she could lie about it at least; she was getting pretty at lying to herself. Being with Dean had taught her so many new things.

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[calypsocolada]

YOU'RE IN THE WIND | v. sanji

(this is part two, click here for part one)

synopsis: you try to give sanji the slip. authors note: hi :) sorry this took so long!! this part was inspired by chemtrails over the country club by mother lana del rey cw: angst, fluff, daddy issues wc: 3.5k

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From your birth you were taught to observe. To see things and hear things. Things that you could carry back to your father, things he could use as blackmail. You were always quiet because you were told to be seen and not heard. Your father, if you could even call him that anymore, was a villain to say the least. He brought you up to be cruel. To make judgments after your sword impales their stomach. To never trust a soul but him. To sleep with one eye open at all times. Those things were so deeply ingrained into you they might as well be who you are. To strike first and ask questions last. 

But now… 

Now you were lost. 

The identity you thought you knew, the one that your father forced upon you was in pieces, scattered pieces in your soul. Who were you if not the cruel pirate daughter of Don Krieg. Who were you if not the one by his side?  

Who were you?

After the battle at Baratie where your father left you for dead you were swept into a new crew. The strawhats they called themselves. You didn’t bother learning their names because you were leaving them the moment they docked. They had their minds set on adventure. But yours… yours was on revenge. You were going to be the one to kill the fierce pirate Don Krieg. Your life was his for so many years, he turned you into a weapon. He ruined you. You’d like to repay him for all of it. 

The only name you did know of the Strawhat’s was Sanji’s. The one who had saved you, who pulled you out of the ocean, fed you and gave you water. Who stood by your side against your father and even nursed you back to health after your father tried to kill you. Sanji was a good person. A kind person. The first and only person you had ever met that you considered special to you. Sanji was all heart. He told you jokes and fixed you food. He danced you around up on the deck in the moonlight when nightmares awoke you from your sleep. In your nightmares your father, instead of getting ahold of you, got ahold of Sanji. Those were the worst ones.

 He was someone you felt very close to. Someone, despite all your training, you wished to fully trust. That’s why you’d do him the kindness of disappearing when the ship docked. Inevitably your father would get word that you survived. That would drive him back to you. To your waiting sword. And you needed no one else getting caught up in that, especially Sanji. You’d kill for him. 

“You feeling okay, love?” Sanji’s voice drove you out of your thoughts. You were sitting in your usual place, quietly watching Sanji cook. He was skilled, watching him cook felt like a magic show. Your eyes glanced up to his as you nodded your head. “Deep in thought then?” He asks as his knife slides quickly through an onion dicing it up.

“How’d you get so good at cooking?” You ask and the smile on Sanji’s face was bright. He loved when you asked him things, or just loved when you were around in general. 

“It’s quite easy actually.” He says bashfully and you shake your head.

“You might make it look easy but I've tried before, it’s exhausting.” You say as Sanji cocks his head.

“You must’ve had a shit teacher then. Here, come here darling.” He asks, as you push up from your seat, walking across the wooden floor to him. He pulls you close to him. He gathers the diced onions on the edge of his knife and drops it into a pan, turning on the heat. He then grabs something bulbous and sets in on the cutting board. “You know what this is?” He asks as you shake your head. “It’s garlic. So we're going to remove two cloves like this,” He breaks off two round triangular pieces of garlic and sets the rest of the garlic to the side. “Alright, now here’s my knife, I know you know how to use this.” He winks and you scoff out a laugh. “Take the flat side of the knife and place it on top of the clove.” He says as you do as told, looking up at him for confirmation. He gives you a smile. “Good, now make a fist.”

“A fist?” You echo and he nods his head. You clench your hand and hold it up. He takes your hand gently by the wrist and places it on top of the knife.

“Now give it a good thwack, but not too hard.” He says as you hit the knife, the garlic crushing slightly beneath the blade. “Perfect, now the skin should come off easily.” He grabs the cloves and pulls off the skin, tossing it aside. “Okay, love, hold the clove like this and dice with your other hand.”

“Like this?” You ask as you chop down, his hand slides onto your shoulder giving it a soft squeeze. 

“You’re a natural.” He winks as you roll your eyes, chopping up the next clove. He tosses the pieces into a pan as it simmers. You vault onto the top of the counter, sitting out of his way as you watch him stir the contents of the pan, flipping it with a flourish. “Are you sure you're feeling okay, you’ve been kind of quiet all day?” He asks as you give him a look, smirking slightly. 

“As opposed to?” You ask because you're always quiet. 

“I don’t know,” He laughs, his blond hair falling in his eyes. “You’re not nervous about going to Loguetown are you?” You looked away from him to your hands. No you weren’t nervous about Loguetown and you knew what he meant. He was asking more along the lines of are you nervous your father might find out you're still alive and in Loguetown. You shake your head. 

“No.” You answer simply, he looks up from his pan, you can feel his eyes on you but you remain looking down. 

“Love,” He says softly, stepping closer to you. Your eyes find his, his gray blue eyes. “You can tell me anything, you know.” You clench your jaw. You couldn’t tell him this. You couldn’t drag him into the dark. You nodded your head. 

“I’m fine, really.” You answer but your voice is unconvincing and you look guilty. But Sanji doesn’t force you to open up, that was one of the many things you liked about him. He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles as you blush, pulling your hand away from him.

“Such a flirt.” You say, pushing off the counter. 

“With you, always.” He counters with a warm laugh.

You roamed the deck as night began to set in. The rest of the crew was inside, settling down for bed, but not you, no you leaned on a bannister overlooking the sea. It didn’t make you sick anymore to look at it after almost dying months ago. The sounds calmed you, the moon glinting on the waves beautifully.  You breathed in the salty air.

“Hello beautiful.” Sanji said to you left, you turned slightly as he walked up the stairs to stand by you. You gave him a smallish sort of smile as he settled beside you, leaning on the bannister. He smelled like wine and something vanilla. It was nice. “Nice night, huh?” He asks as he reaches in his pocket pulling out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a puff. 

“I met a man once that smoked a lot.” You said, remembering a burly man with white hair. “He did not like my father.” You recalled as Sanji looked over at you with a sort of ‘who did?’ face. You laughed slightly, taking the cigarette from his lips, pulling it to yours, taking a puff, blowing the smoke into the night air. He watched you in rapt attention. He’d never met someone like you. He was jealous of others that made you smile or laugh. He wanted to be the cause of your happiness. Once Usopp had made you snort and Sanji shot daggers at him the rest of the day. You handed him the cigarette back, yes peering at soft lights in the distance. 

Loguetown.

A part of you felt something clench your chest, a deep sadness knowing this would be the last time you saw the first person you could ever consider a friend. Sanji stamps out the bud of his cigarette. 

“Come on, I’ll brew you some tea, maybe it’ll help you sleep.” He says, a hand sliding around your back. You let him lead you to the kitchen. You recall when he first found you on that little boat, starved and dehydrated. How he swept you into a kitchen much larger than this one and saved your life. You stopped, a guilty twist in your stomach. Sanji stopped, turning to face you. He read your face in seconds. “What’s wrong, love?” He asks. You clench your jaw, shaking your head. If you told him he’d want to come with you. He’d want to fight with you. He’d die for you. That’s the last damn thing you wanted. You forced a reassuring smile, one that was convincing enough. 

“Nothing, just curious about the tea,” you started walking again. You could tell he wasn’t convinced but you just kept walking. “Do you have some special pirate blend that will knock me out?” You ask and when Sanji doesn’t answer you turn to face him. He’s got this look on his face, like he knows something. “Sanji?”

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” He asks and it’s like a cold bucket of water is doused on you. You part your lips to lie but you can’t force yourself to do it any longer. You swallow and nod your head resolutely. “Love, I can’t let you go after him.”

“You can’t make me stay, Sanji.” You say and he takes a step closer to you. 

“Then I will come with you-“

“No.” You interrupted, your voice strong. “I’m going alone.”

“To do what? To kill him?” He asks as you stare at him. 

“Yes.”

“Why does it have to be you?”

“Because he’s my family.”

“He’s no family of yours.”

“I want revenge, Sanji. He ruined me!” You argue, getting a little angry. 

“You’re not ruined! Don’t let him drag you into the dark, he almost killed you once already.” Sanji points out, he was frustrated. 

“I know that!” You growl. You sigh, turning away from him. “I’m leaving when we dock.” You say and start to walk away but Sanji catches your wrist and you hate how quickly you respond. A hidden knife on your hip slides like magic to your hand and you're pressing him against the wall. It was all ingrained in you. You weren’t made to be someone’s friend. Or someone’s something more. Your breath catches and you feel sick but Sanji doesn’t look scared or angry with you. You pull away from him and toss the knife where it sticks in the table. He catches you before you can leave and pulls you against him in a tight hug. You froze. You’d never been hugged before and something in you cracked. Your face flushed as a single tear slid down your cheek. You slowly wrap your arms around him. He brushes the back of your hair softly, pulling back slightly but still holding you in his arms. 

“Either you stay or I go with you.”

“Sanji please,“ Sanji just tightens his arms around you, there’s a slight shake in the way he holds you as though he was afraid of losing you. You give in to his touch and sigh. Nothing changed, if anything this solidified your need to leave. As long as you were alive and your father knew about it Sanji was in trouble. You were more stubborn than him. “Okay,” you intone. “I’ll stay.” You lie. 

Lougetown was busy. It’s pale lined streets with white pavements and buildings all blending together. You stayed mostly in the shadows afraid someone would recognize you because after all sure you were Don Krieg’s daughter but that wasn’t all. You did things for him that made you sick. You plundered and stole and killed and hurt people the same as him. Someone was bound to notice you even with the hooded cloak Zoro had supplied you. You pulled it closer over your face as you followed Sanji, his hand occasionally brushing yours. 

“Don’t you wanna enjoy the sun, love?” Sanji asks as you shoot him a glare. He raised his hands in defense, laughing slightly. “You do know you're a part of the strawhats now right? If Your father comes after you he’ll have to get through us.” Sanji says as you clench your teeth. That’s the last fucking thing you wanted. 

“Is there a reason we’re wandering around aimlessly?” You ask, shooting a glare at some man who was eyeing you.

“We’re relaxing, is there something you wanted to do?” Sanji asked as you tensed up. You wanted to give him the slip but that definitely wasn’t something you could say. When you opened your mouth to speak, someone caught your eye. A tall woman flanked by two smaller men. Your hand discreetly grabbed the knife at your hip because you’ve seen how people looked at your father and this lady was looking at Sanji like she wanted to kill him. Noticing your mood change Sanji looked at you. “Something the matter, Love?” He asked. 

“Sanji of the Baratie!” The ladies voice carries over to you two. “I have been waiting my whole life for this moment.” She says finally garnering Sanji’s attention. A pretty lady talked and Sanji lost his wits. Sanji swept through the crowd and gently grasped the ladies hand, kissing her knuckles. Your not sure why exactly but your stomach twists, irritation seizing your bones. As you watched them talk, Sanji overtly flirting, you realized then that he would be just fine without. He was so enthralled that he didn’t notice you take a step back and sink into the shadows. Your heart felt sick as you released your grip on your knife. You pulled the hood down some more and slinked back towards the port. The anger you felt melted into something worse as you realized it was the attention he paid the woman but it wasn’t like you two were in love or something. These feelings were obviously something else, something far less magical and you knew they’d simmer with time. Or at least you hoped they did. Sticking to the shadows you smelled the salty sea, the ocean waves crashing nearby. You ran to the dock, glancing back but no one had followed you thankfully. When you turned back a green haired swordsman stepped in your path. You gasped, eyes wide as you faltered a step back. 

“Zoro,” you breathed. He looked at you and raised a brow. 

“Going somewhere?” He asked, his arms crossed against his chest. You had already been caught, what's the point in lying. 

“I’m leaving, I think you know why.”

“Leaving without saying goodbye? You’ll break that cook's heart.”

“His heart will be fine, trust me.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about that stupid cook but if he’s all mopey over you his cooking will be shit.” Zoro said as you sighed. 

“He’ll be fine.” You insisted. 

“If you leave he won’t be.”

“And why’s that?” You remark snidely. 

“Because he loves you, it’s obvious.” Zoro says. You blink. Love? No, no he doesn’t love you. He probably pitied you, saved you and felt he had to keep staying by your side. 

“Move or I’ll move you.”

“You know I like your spirit, if you go I wouldn’t have anyone to spar with anymore.” Zoro says as your hand slips to your knife. You wouldn’t win against Zoro that was certain but you could escape him. He noticed your shift, a little slight movement to read your thoughts and he pointedly stepped out of your way. You let go of your knife and walk past him. 

“Your crew is… you all are good people.” You say as Zoro nods his head. 

“Then find your way back to us.” He says and your heart bursts at that, you turn to watch him walk off. You assumed if you left they’d never want to see you again. Clearly you were wrong. You hoped Sanji could forgive you one day if you could make it back to him as you tossed a few coins to a pirate and loaded onto his boat. Time suspended as you walked onto the wooden deck, the waves crashing against the side of the boat as the crew pulled up the anchor and set off from the dock. You walked to the railing, staring out at the vast sea. Your father was out there somewhere, probably causing havoc. You leaned down and placed your head in your hands, breathing out and in the salty air. 

“Y/n!” His voice carried over the wind to your ship. You were about thirty feet from the dock now as you turned. Sanji was running down a wooden dock, his blond hair sweeping back from his red cheeks, some strands sticking to the sweat on his forehead. You turned to face him. “Y/n!” He called again, the pain in his voice palpable. Your throat constricted as his shape slowly grew smaller and smaller as the distance grew between you. “Please!” He was saying something else but you couldn’t hear him. Something wet splashed on the top of your hand as you realized you were crying. His voice wasn’t carrying over to you anymore and the fact that you couldn’t hear him any longer seized your heart up in your chest. Everything about being on this ship felt wrong, leaving Sanji and the strawhats felt wrong. You remembered Sanji’s words from the night before, how he believed you weren’t past saving, that you weren’t ruined. To not let your father drag you down anymore. All of this seemed so futile now. Leaving the only people who ever treated you like a person. With tears on you turned towards the captain. 

“Turn this ship around.” You demanded and he looked at you with meek interest, shaking his head. 

“This isn’t a taxi service, woman, we’re leaving whether you like it or not-” His voice cut off as you pressed your knife to his neck. 

“Turn around.” You demanded and he conceded.

Sanji waited for you back on the dock, you slipped back off the boat and the moment your feet hit the wood Sanji was pulling you into a tight grip, his hand tangling in your hair on the back of your head as he held you. You melted into the hug, instantly hugging back.

“When I turned and you were gone- I swear,” His voice faltered, choked with emotion. You closed your eyes, listening to his erratic heartbeat in his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I was being stupid.” You say muffed into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin there.

“No you weren’t.” He coos. You two stay like that for sometime. “Love?” He intones.

“Hm?”

“I have to tell you something.” He says as you pull back just barely enough to meet his eyes. The way he looked at you made your knees go weak. He smiled just barely, it met his eyes. He leaned and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes falling closed. He kissed your temple then your cheek and then his lips met yours. He was kissing you now and you're not sure either of you could stop at this very moment. That was until your lungs felt like fire. 

“Sanji,” You demurred out of breath. He hummed in response. 

“I love you, Y/n. If you want to go I want to be by your side.” He whispers. Your breathing stutters. 

“Sanji,” You sighed. “You love so many girls.” 

“Not love, that is reserved for you and you only.”

“But you’ll flirt.” You quip as he smirks at you. 

“I wanted to make you jealous, old habits die hard.” He says and you roll your eyes. His finger slides beneath your chin as he guides your eyes back up to his and he’s leaning in for another kiss, this one lasting longer than the first. “Say I can come with you.” He murmurs against your flushed lips.

“I’ll stay.” You say, not wanting to set off without the strawhats.

“You mean it.”

“I promise.” And you meant it. Sanji smiles against your lips, pressing another kiss to them before taking your hand. 

“Come on then, you still never told me what you wanted to do in this town?” 

[yaut-jaknowit]

So somehow Gawtin or her human lover get ahold of a strap on :3

False Control

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Strap on, wlw, lesbian sex, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 3926

Summary: Gawtin comes to you with a silicone dildo. She wants you to use it on her. The first time you are able to fuck her the way she deserve. Despite her allowing you to top her, she's always in control.

Author Note: I know I say this every time but I love our girl Gawtin. Sexy motherfucker who could twist off my head and I'll thank her. Also, I didn't know who was suppose to use it so I took the chance to write about our goddess getting dicked down.

P.s. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to close asks. I didn't expect nearly thirty to be sitting in my inbox right now. Plus, I'm falling behind in my writing right now. Work has been rough with summer coming and people fucking calling out. So fun.

Masterlist

Ao3

In your hand, the silicone was heavy and thick. A concerned look passed over your features when you glanced up at Gawtin. “This is the average size for a male?” you exclaimed, eyes darting between the fake phallus and those gorgeous purple eyes of hers. Gawtin had given you this after visiting the market today. The two of you have been talk about getting an item like that.

One of her upper mandibles lifted with a smirk. “Yes.” She bent at the waist to pinch your chin between her thick digits. “And that does not even include the knot.” Your eyes widened. You had forgotten that small detail. Males had a knot… part of their breeding and such.

Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth, eyes raking down her form you knew so well but loved just the same. “I wish I could knot you,” you uttered softly into the air, dazed by checking your green Yautja out.

The grasp on your chin tightened and tugged you towards her. Her warm breath fanning over your face. “Is that so?” All you could do was just nod with your eyes softening. Her long, skinny tongue darted out and teased your lips for a second. “You will not be able to but you have a chance for something else,” she purred with a hint to why she bought that.

It’s the classic Qui-oki visiting his aunty again for the night. Bziut-ty knows the drill by now. Every time you left her dwelling after dropping Oki off, a heavy blush burned your cheeks. Yet, the sister to Gawtin was nonchalant about it. She happily took Qui-oki for the night with no complaints.

You attempted to wrap your fingers around the base of the shaft but came up short. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?” you couldn’t help but question. This thing would tear you into two without any preparation. For her, it seems like she could take it with little foreplay into the mix. No matter what, you would still do at least some foreplay. If not for her sake, for yours to make you feel more at ease before shoving this massive thing inside of her.

Gawtin chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I am more than sure, artful one. I want you to watch as it splits me open and I take it fully in. I cannot wait to see that look of surprise on your face.” She grinned and released her hold on your chin with a last kiss.

“Well… if you’re sure,” you trailed off and glanced down the hardwood floors of the house. Gawtin patted your head.

“Do you want to test it now?” Your head snapped to look up at her towering form.

“Like, right now?” It was stupid to question her like that but you couldn’t believe she was wanting to do that now. She just bought it. Well, that’s true. She did just buy it. Who doesn’t want to try a new toy the day you received it.

The forest green Yautja snorted and stepped further into your personal space. A space always welcomed for her. One of her hands splayed across a large portion of your back and pushed you to her. “Yes, this very second.”

Both of you were into your shared bedroom in less than a second. A giddy smile gracing your feature to hide your nerves. Despite her attempt to cool your anxiety, but the fact this thing was massive in your hands… you thought it was going to hurt her. Though, she does a little pain, biting and scratching are always welcomed.

The yellow toy was set on the bed. You stood before her, still fully clothed. Something Gawtin was going to fix. She hooked a claw on the strap of your tank top and pulled on it. Though, she could easily tear it off of you and replace it just the same, she gave you the option to remove it yourself. You raised a brow, eye flickering down to her own clothing.

“Honey, I think it’s you that needs to strip,” you pointed out, nearly demanding your mate to strip before you. Every time, you loved the sight of her muscles and even slightly pronounced breasts from breastfeeding Qui-oki.

Gawtin had to teach you a lesson. The massive female grabbed a handful of the clothe and ripped it straight off of your torso. You didn’t expect less from her and gave the green Yautja a deadpanned look. She ignored it by lowering herself onto her knees and cupping one of your freed breasts now. “I prefer to see you bare and at my will,” she purred and bowed her head to lick at your pebbled nipple. A low groan sounds from the back of your throat.

Your jaw drops at the feeling. “Gawtin, please. Be nice and strip for your mate,” you pleaded with the stubborn female. You saw the fire in her eyes flicker to life. Her tongue trailed up, followed by her lower mandibles up to the vulnerable column of your throat. They carved a path till your jawline before slipping off. You shuttered, body covered in goosebumps.

“Hearing you beg is Paya’s grounds,” she whispered against your ear, tongue ghosting over the shell of you ear. “Be good and ask properly.”

Now, you were beginning to pant, even with the light, little touches she gave to you. With your brows furrowed and lip pushed out, you up at her. “Gawtin, I want to see your body. I’ll be good. I promise. I want to fuck you. You’re so pretty. I want to see you take this dildo. Will you let me?” you rambled and your beautiful mate a look you knew she couldn’t resist.

“That is a good little ooman,” she praised and tapped your cheekbone with a claw. “All you need to do is ask sweetly, just like that.” Gawtin stood back up and stripped her body of any clothing.

Dumbly, all you could do was stand watch each piece of clothing fall away. It was like the first day you saw her naked. Adoration sparkled in your eyes even after the last article was placed to the side. “God, you’re my pretty woman,” you muttered and reached out to squeeze her hips. Your head only reaching her midriff, shoulders level with her hips.

She snorts and motions her head over to the bed. “Get the harness on, artful one. I’ll help adjust,” she ordered with a soft tone but you knew to listen to her. You padded over to the end fo the bed and found the item she told you about.

A black, simple harness that’s been modified for someone of your smaller stature and to fit the tank of a dildo she wants. It was simple enough to pull it up and secure it to your hips. Gawtin’s warm hands helped to tighten the harness so it wouldn’t fall off nor was it too tight. The toy itself was secured as well to the designated spot.

Your hand wraps what you can around the base and gave the firm silicon a few strokes. Your lover lies down on the bed and spreads her legs. You follow after her and kneel between her legs, eyes softly gazing at her. “Can I warm you up, my pretty warrior?” you asked with a hopeful gaze.

The Yautja raised a brow at you, letting the tension build up between you two. Then, her massive head dipped down in permission. You silently cheered and bent down, face to her exposed cunt. Though this wasn’t your first time, you still took in the sight.

Alien, but in a good way. Three clits, though longer than usual. You’ve learned they can grow up to two inches long when aroused. The folds themselves are ribbed and even inside are too. Definitely alien. And you loved it.

Softly, you wrapped your lips around the top clit, the biggest of the three. One of your thumbs runs a path along what would be considered the labia. The pad ghosting over the nubs that lined her entrance. Gawtin’s thighs tensed but refused to clamp down on your head, taking your fragile self into consideration. You lightly suckled on the sensitive nub you pulled into your mouth and ran your tongue over the flushed skin.

Her breath hitched while watching you, resting on her elbows. “Keep going, little one. Do not stop,” she commanded, voice in between soft and firm. Gawtin rolled her hips slightly against your face, your thumbpad teasing her nubs harder. You took it as a sign to press against the little sensitive bumps harder. She responded the way you expected her. A short growl escaped her throat. “That’s it.”

From the top clit, you moved to the one on the bottom left. That drew a soft sound from your mate. Her thighs flexed at your sides, barely moving any closer to you. You dipped a thumb just past her entrance to dampen the fingertip. The moist digit glides across the bumps easier, gaining a pace you she enjoyed.

The clit was released once it was flush with blood. For the first time, you tongued at her entrance and tasted her again. Your muscle scooping up what was possible and drinking in her taste. Such deliciousness that couldn’t be contested. You hummed, eyes hooding over, and returned to finishing the last clit. Her sweetness makes it hard to focus on one thing at a time. You just wanted to dive back in and consume the taste she created.

As you sucked, you slipped two fingers, just the size of one her own, into her. Her strong muscles rippled around your digit, trying to suck it in more. You stopped at the knuckle and kept your hand vertical. With those two fingers, you find a well defined ribbed area and push.

Gawtin growled lowly in her throat, muscles throbbing around your fingers. God, you loved that sound and the feeling. You continued to rub a small circle around the area and returned to loving on the first bud. It slightly twitched in your mouth, at it’s full length at this point.

“You know me so well, little one. Know all my spots. Such a good little artist,” she cooed, head rolling back and neck fully exposed. You hummed around her clit and sent vibrations up the length of her spine. Her thighs pressed against the sides of your head before pulling back. “Paya, you are playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that.” You smirked silently to your self and started to pump your fingers. Another finger added to the ring.

It barely did anything to stretch her out. Your hand being too small for the job. That didn’t bother more than did it worry you instead. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her in a bad way. You added your last finger inside of her and kept pumping away.

Her arousal began to leak down the swell of her cheeks as you drew it out from her. You abandoned her throbbing buds to dip down and lick up what spilled. Your hand was withdrew from her and was replaced with your mouth. The taste of her returning to your tastebuds. A hum sounding from your pleased state.

In such a state, you didn’t even realize your hips were rutting against the mattress until you felt her hand on your hip. They stilled under her touch; breath caught in your throat. Your own slick was starting to drip down the inside of your thighs. The scent mingling with hers.

The hand slips more from your hip and towards your entrance. You mewled with her fingertips ghosted over your dripping folds and swiped up some of your arousal up. Gawtin brough it up to her mouth and licked off the sticky substance staining them. You shuttered and doubled down on her, tongue scooping what you could at the source.

Your mouth returns to her sensitive clits, hand diving back to rub at the spot deep inside of her. Gawtin’s walls started to pulse around your hand. Her noises gaining pitch, hips thrust harsher against your face. You severely focused on her, letting every other thought fall away besides just hurt.

With your other hand, you wrapped it around one of her thighs and pulled yourself snug with her. When her muscles clamped down on your fingers, you felt the bones creak under the strain but refused to pull back. You continued to suckle and lick at her buds, drawing out her orgasm the best you could. Your name was thrown in the mix with a magnificent whine you rarely got to hear.

Gawtin’s chest heaved with breaths as she gathered herself. You drew yourself onto your knees and placed the heavy cock on her mound. Deep down, you were excited to see this thing spilt her open, better than your fingers ever could.

When the dazed look started to fade from her eyes, you rubbed your hand over her stomach then dragged your nails down. They might be dull but she arched her back to press against them harder.

“There’s my wonderful mate. How was that?” you teased your very dominate mate. She growled that ended into a purr and exposed her throat to you. “Are you okay to continue? We-“

One of her hands lashed out and grabbed your throat. A soft yet firm grasp to keep you from pulling away. Gawtin pushed up to rest on her hand instead of her elbow to lean closer to your face. “If you do not put that thing into me now…” she trailed off, leaving open the threat. You couldn’t help but snort, knowing where she was coming from. All the times she’s teased you before coming to mind.

“If you let go of my neck, I can see what I’m doing.” There was just a hint of a snark in your words. One that Gawtin let slip past for the moment. She let go at your words. A smile was giving to her. You gazed down and lined up the pointed head of the yellow dildo at her entrance.

The fire in her eyes could rival the sun’s heat itself. Her desire heavy and thick in the air. You timidly pushed the head past her folds, watching as she consumed it. Gawtin’s cunt starting to stretch to accommodate the toy. Fuck, this was a sight you never knew you needed to see.

Each inch pushed deeper into her, you met no resistance, even when you hilted inside of her. A tiny part of you wished to feel what it would be like to have her wrapped around a real cock. “You look so beautiful stretched around my cock, Gawtin. You don’t understand what this does to me,” you admitted, raptured by the sight before you. You never thought this day would ever come.

She was back on her elbows and kept that sense of dominate aura around her. A soft look passed over her features. “Oh, I do know what you mean, little one. Every time I use my fin-ah,” she gasped when you pulled out and thrusted fully back in. “You sneaky little brat.” Her voice hardened. You smirked.

“You were saying?” With this tiny lick of dominance, you were acting like you had the whole universe in the palm of your hand. Her hand flicked out and wrapped around your throat all over again. Your thrusting stopped, eyes widening at the show of dominance over you. Again, she’s in charge.

Gawtin pulls you closer to her face. “When I stretch you with my fingers alone, you are a squirming, pleading mess underneath me,” she finished what she was originally going to say. You shuttered, your empty pussy clenching around nothing. “So, you better fuck me good, little one.” Her wish is your command. You rapidly nodded your head to get her to release your throat.

Thankfully, she did. Your hands grasp at her hips and pull back your own. A mix of her arousal and your saliva coating the toy. You shoved the entire length back into her, watching as it disappeared. You groaned lowly in the back of your throat and started up a pace. One of your thumbs moved to run tight circles around her top clit, still wet from your mouth earlier. Her walls tightened around the dildo.

“Paya’s grace, you know what you are doing,” she moaned and watched as you fucked her, eyes glued to the yellow toy moving in and out of her. “Tilt… tilt your hips down, little one.” Every little sound and word she made you soaked in. Instantly, you listened to her and angled your hips down to drive the head towards the ground.

Her abs flexed when you hit something your fingers could never reach. “That is it. Right-right there.” In the heat of moment, you accidentally sped up your thrusts, the praise making you lightheaded. “Slow. Slow down.” You whined an apology and returned to your former speed.

An array of sounds echoed back at you in the privacy of her room. The slapping of skin on skin; her keens; your pants. You bite your bottom lip to keep some of your control in check. Your finger continuously rubbing at her sensitive nerve endings.

Sweat pooled on your forehead. Though you felt your energy depleting, you were driven by determination to get her come. You wanted to leave a good impression on her so she’ll let you do this more often. You bowed down, keeps still angled down to rub against the sweet spot inside of her. “Shit, Gawtin. You don’t understand… how much I love you,” you rambled and gave her the sweetest eyes you could pull.

In her orbs, you saw something shift. But you had no time to prepare for when the scenery changed. You gasped after finding yourself on your back and staring up at Gawtin. The giant straddled your hips easily and positioned herself over the toy. Her body slammed down and engulfed the dildo back inside of her. She moaned, head bowed and began to ride the strap on still attached to your hips. Gawtin easily trapped both of your hands in hers and pinned them to bed. Her entire frame leaned over you as she took her pleasure from you.

“Gawtin?!” you shrieked afterwards, unable to move but not in any pain. She was taking what she wants from you. She dismissed your squeak, not stopping.

Gawtin leaned down and practically shoved her tongue past your lips. Her muscle dominated yours without much of effort. You were too stunned to fight back. You moaned though, back arched off of the bed. Her free hand found its back to your exposed chest and tweaked a nipple. Gawtin pulled back and stared deeply into your eyes.

“Ah, shit!” you squeaked and keened under her touch. “This is supposed t-to be about you!” With her riding you, it still was mainly focused on her pleasure, but you wanted to be strictly zeroed in on her.

All she did was growl, the fire in her eyes bright. Your bottom lip caught between dull teeth as you attempted to reel in your noises. You didn’t dare drown out what little sounds she made. Gawtin pulled harshly on your perked nipple with a huff. A knowing look passed over her features. You kept any other words to yourself if it wasn’t praise.

Fangs dug into the skin of your throat, on the verge of spilling blood. You pulled on your hands but the Yautja refused to let go.

The teeth moved to your shoulder, holding on tight. “Good girl, Gawtin,” you cooed and tried to thrust up to meet her hips. Yet, each time she slammed down practically bounced your body back up into hers. “You gonna come? Come all over my cock inside of you?”

A pitiful whine pierced the air. Her hips slammed once more with yours before stilling. All of her muscles flexed and twitched. Pain radiating from your shoulder, her teeth lodged into your skin. Another mark to add to the pile. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Hands cupped your chin. Gawtin released her hold on you and looked at you. A smile broke across your face. “How was that, pretty girl?” you asked the goddess in a soft tone. Her face relaxed after making sure you were okay. Gawtin began to purr and rested her forehead to yours. “I think you liked that more than me.” At least you hoped so.

One of her hands left your face to touch at the bite mark on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but hiss at the pain. It wasn’t bad but definitely noticeable. “I would apologize but it will scar nicely,” she stated.

You couldn’t help the snort that left you. “I think everyone in the village knows I belong to you. Possibly the planet,” you teased her. Marking you is a favorite thing of hers. Anything to get you marked and smelling like her was her favorite. None of the males ever come up to you, especially when Gawtin is around. Expect those two times… those two males really learned a hard lesson.

Gawtin huffed before leaning up to stand on her knees. The dildo slips out of her and flops onto your stomach, covered in her essence. Before you had a chance to even think about cleaning anything, you were lifted up and off the bed. You yelped and scrambled to latch onto Gawtin. “What did I say about warning me?” She didn’t response and began to walk towards the bathroom. “Hey, I’m supposed to be one taking care of you.”

“It is my duty to care for you, little mate,” she stated. You groaned and leaned back in her hold, trusting her to keep you safe. “Complain all you want but I love caring for you.” You softened at her words and looked at her beautiful eyes.

“You’re such a big softy,” you jestered then leaned up, arms hooked around her neck to hoist you up. “You’re my big softy.” Then, you kissed her top two mandibles each. Blood still stained her inner fangs.

A purr started in her chest. The Yautja starts to run a bath for both of your sake and sets you down. You were able to strip yourself of the toy and tossed it into the sink for cleaning later.  “You never answered my question,” you brought up after the tub was filled with hot water.

She perked a brow at you. “I rode you like… like a horse into the sunset,” she responded with a smirk on her alien face. You pressed your lips together and looked away. “And you figure out your speed quickly. It was perfect. You are perfect, my little ooman.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from her shyly.

Warm water engulfed you. Gawtin sat you in her lap and wrapped her arms around. “You’ll let me go that, right?” you pleaded with a pouty look on your features. “Since I did so good.”

One of her hands stroked down your back, sending tingles along your skin. “Yes, you did earn the chance to do it in the future.”

Dominate as she is, she’ll let you have your moments of false control. You were swift to eat up each second she allotted to you.

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In Poor Taste [p9.5]

(Yandere × Reader)

Series Link

[Warning: violence, explicit language]

(A/N: being physically ill from stress is something i am VERY aware of. At the same time, somehow everytime it happens i get so offended. Like "what do you MEAN it happens to me, too")

Antonement comes in many form, none of which you get to choose.

Yuki didn't realize that he inherited his father's temper.

Sure, he would fight when he was a schoolboy. They all did. But he grew out of it quick, since something about a fight outside of school uniform felt pathetic and juvenile. He liked to tell himself that he was too much of a man to throw kicks and punches, so he always stepped down and let other men win in arguments. He didn't care if he was called a wimp or a coward. After all, he had nothing to prove. He wouldn't be like his father who sought to dominate with violence. He was better than that.

Until he wasn't.

You were wet from head to toe, and so was Lukas who was hanging onto your legs, pale fingers turning red from the grip. The man's nails were digging into your skin as he cried so hard, he choked on air. Yuki couldn't think straight. He took in a breath and closed the door behind him.

You looked exhausted and disgusted, trying to kick Lukas off. Yuki had to give the moron that he was persistent:  you were strong, but his desperation was somehow even stronger.

Squatting down to Lukas' level, Yuki tried his hardest to remain calm when he asked "what's wrong with you, Lukas?"

Lukas' face creeped him out. His lips were pulled into a strange smile, as if he was enjoying your distaste. Between tears and the dampness of rainwater, his green eyes were wide and thirsty, fixed on you while he craned his neck to get a better look. His pained sobs couldn't conceal well a low, excited chuckle he emitted with every kick he took from you. Yuki felt like he was watching a worm squirm inside an aquarium. He remembered during the experiment, his teacher had taught him that worms breathe through their skin, so they needed to keep themselves in moist dirt.

Something about the way Lukas is taking in your kicks so pleasurably reminded him of that trivia.

Grabbing him by the back of his collar, Yuki peeled him off of your leg and threw him on the floor. Getting atop of him, Yuki raised his fist and landed it on his stomach.

Lukas's body jolted upon the impact. His face soured into a frown as he returned the favor by punching Yuki square in the jaw. His hands took ahold of Yuki's hair as he held him back.

"Stay out of it, man", he bitterly spoke, "you've always been such a bother."

Yuki didn't expect this kind of strength from someone who had just been crawling to your feet a couple minutes ago. Still, his head may be in a lock, but his hands were free enough. Deciding that words wouldn't do justice, he wrap his fingers around Lukas' neck and forced him down. He felt his grip on his hair loosen when Lukas choked, trying to gasp for air, his hands now clawing at Yuki's skin. He was survival mode now, Yuki supposed, making notes to restrain his torso with his knees in case he get any burst of energy.

When he saw Lukas' eyes roll back, Yuki felt him shoulders being pulled backward forecefully.

Snapping out of it, Yuki released his hold and let Lukas lie on the floor, heaving from the shock. He wondered what he needed to do. What if this foreigner pressed charge? Maybe if he finished the job now...

"Lukas...", your voice were cold and weary, "can you hear me? Can you still speak?"

He nodded. Yuki's nose scrunched at the way his eyes got big and soft when he looked at you.

You kneeled down next to him, your face void of any emotions.

"I didn't want this to happen."

"No, it's okay", he shook his head and propped himself on his elbow, his voice hoarse and meek, "it's okay. You were right... I had too much to drink. I'm so, so sorry."

Yuki did not buy it. Lukas looked sober, and he sounded it, too.

"I didn't want to hurt you", he continued, lying through his teeth, "I was carried away. I just... I never figured out how to approach you, and I fucked up. I deserved this, I really did."

For a split of a second, his eyes met Yuki's when he spoke again: "It's no one's fault but my own, really."

You were silent, watching every movement in the room. It would be like you to stay cautious. Perhaps you were suspicious still, unsure what Lukas may do or say. He might seem earnest, but Yuki could tell the man's existence in itself was a farce.

"But it isn't a good look, is it? You were right... with all this bruises and the tussling, do you think they would talk?"- Lukas continued, feigned cluelessness splattering over his demeanor. Yuki felt his tongue souring upon that.

"What should I say?" - you spoke slowly, your voice calm but your eyes nervous- "that you cornered me and tried to force yourself on me? What I did was self-defense, what you did was assault. Would that look good on you?"

"No, it wouldn't. You'd come out spotless, and I the creep. But what about Sakamoto? Would he ride that clean boat with you?"

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Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

—

My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

—

“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, “does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Masterlist

[idk-what-youre-talking-about]

Thinking about how Choso eats you out like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get to

warnings: pussy eating, porn without plot kinda, erm I think that’s it. slight dirty talk. half- proofread. just drabbles. enjoy? or don’t. Lemme know if I missed any

Word count- 1k

He’d come back home from work a little while ago, and seeing you work on something on your laptop, your reading glasses on and hair in a messy bun-

That along with some exhaustion as well as some stress he needed to burn was enough to take you right then and there.

Choso was always a needy man, very clingy and sensitive. And if there was one thing he couldn’t go a day without, it was the sweet, sweet taste of your cunt.

You don’t remember exactly how it happened, but now your sweatpants are off, somewhere on the floor. Along with your panties. He had your legs pinned against your chest tightly, you couldn’t move them even if you really wanted to.

Choso had felt shivers the immediate second he saw your pretty cunt. He couldn’t help but lick a nice stripe up your wetness, groaning at the taste as you involuntarily twitched. And now you were the one shivering.

“Missed you…” he mumbles against your clit, which makes you squirm a bit. He places a kiss on the sensitive bud and your feet wobble in the air, unable to move your legs. “Cho…” you breathe out, already feeling dizzy.

“Mhm, I know. I’ll make you feel good, mm?”

You nod, and maybe it came out a little too eager because he chuckles softly before diving in.

You can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips once he delves his tongue into your wetness. With his nose prodding at your clit, his tongue slides in and out of your sweet cunt, slurping up your juices nonstop. His tongue swirling inside your gummy walls.

Once his teeth graze against your clit, you think you might just lose it.

Your hand flies down to grip onto his hair, eliciting a groan out of himself. He always liked when you grabbed ahold of his hair like this, almost pulling his mouth closer to your pussy. Wanting- no, needing more stimulation. It made him feel like you were in control, even at a time like this.

And come on, we can all agree that Choso enjoys being a bottom at least sometimes.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and you try your best to avoid looking directly at him. Because he’s just staring at you. Either that or just closing his eyes, enjoying the taste. His meal, per say.

You couldn’t ever look him straight in the eyes, it was still embarrassing even after all this time.

Your legs were squirming and wobbling, shaking from the pure pleasure. It was overwhelming. Like you were about to explode.

“Ch-Cho- f-fuck… fuck!”

Choso smiled against your cunt almost every time you’d murmur curses or his name, or both.

He had moved to sucking directly at your clit and you felt tears prick at your eyes. It was all beginning to be just a little too much. But in a good way?

He sucks hard, gripping tighter on your thighs in your attempt to get away.

Your breaths got shallower and more rapid, head thrashing from left to right on your pillow beneath you.

“Fu-uck!” You practically scream. Thank god you didn’t have thin walls.

Your grip on his hair had tightened significantly, beginning to subtly ride his face, embarrassed you might come off as too eager or needy. But Choso thought it was hot, how you were so desperate to take everything he was giving you, because he was willing to give it over and over, as many times as you wanted.

And besides, the grip you had on his hair was also really hot too. At least to him it was.

“Mmm…” he groans against your clit. “Come on, you can do it. Cum for me, princess.”

And if you had a nickel for every time you came right after him saying ‘princess’ to you, you’d probably have at least a dollar. And it was about to be a dollar and five cents.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the small tears from out of your eyes as you let out an almost pornographic scream. And I mean scream. You were almost certain you were seeing the pearly white gates of heaven, a place only Choso Kamo’s mouth could take you, before you were cumming all over his tongue. He wasted absolutely zero time as he slurped it all up so eagerly. You were twitching and jerking your hips wildly. Because damn did you cum easily when it was him.

Your grip on his hair had slowly loosened as you came down from your high.

But Choso kept lapping at your folds eagerly, causing the little bit of sanity left in your head to vanish. You had to pry his head away to get him to stop, he was just so addicted.

“Cho… please… I- can’t…”

Once his head finally lifted up from your cunt, and you couldn’t help but blush once you saw his face. Completely drenched in your slick from his nose down to his chin.

“Choso… you’re…”

You couldn’t even get out a full sentence at this point, partly from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and partly from the view of your slick all over his face. It was almost embarrassing, but- and you’d never admit this to yourself or him- it was kinda kinky.

He licks his lips and you feel your cunt squeeze around nothing. Around what you half wish was his mouth. Still slurping and swirling inside and around your pretty-

“I’ll run a bath.” Choso interrupted your thoughts.

“Y-yeah. That- uh… yeah.”

He chuckles, standing up, using his fingers to wipe the slick off his face. You almost moan as you see him then lick the slick off of his fingers. You can see a quite prominent wet spot on his jeans, but you don’t say anything about it. He walks into the bathroom, and you start to giggle once you hear the bath water turn on.

He comes back out a moment later, his pants off and underwear assumingly changed, in his boxers and nothing else. There is a bulge in his boxers, and you flush a little again.

He crawls up the bed towards your face, and kisses you softly, and you can’t help but moan as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Choso snuggles up next to you, resting his head on your chest, drawing little shapes into your semi- sensitive thighs and stomach.

After a couple minutes he murmurs into your ear, sitting up. “Baths ready.”

[egcdeath]

kith and kin

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (pairing from the soccer parents AU)

summary: your parents finally meet joel in the midst of celebrating your daughter’s birthday. 

word count: 8.3k

warnings: brief mention of past abuse, a little tough love from reader’s mom, no use of y/n, cursing, alternate universe: no apocalypse, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, joel is a little anxious, your daughters are sassy, very lightly edited

author’s note: i’ve had the worst writers block recently, but i love this pairing too much to let them go. feel free to send me any requests!

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Joel paced back and forth in your bedroom, the padded sound of his socks hitting the floor pleasant at first but was becoming a bit of an annoyance by the tenth consecutive minute of the sound of pacing.

Chloe’s birthday was in just a few days and your parents had rented out a cabin on Canyon Lake, inviting you and one of her friends to come along. Seeing as you’d been together for around a year now and that there was no better time than the present, you figured it was probably about time for Joel to meet your parents.

“Joel,” you finally said sternly, zipping up your suitcase and looking up at your partner. “Relax, honey. They’re gonna love you. I mean, they’re gonna have to love you since I love you. That’s how it works, right?” you walked over to him and gently grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling him into what you hoped would be a reassuring kiss.

“I don’t know,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “What if they don’t think I’m good for you?”

“Well, this may be breaking news to you, but we’re not living in the 1700’s. We don’t exactly need my parents’ approval to have a relationship.”

Joel walked away from you, grabbing his own bag from where it laid on the floor. “I know, it’s just… I want them to like me. I don’t want you to have to feel like you needed to choose between me and your family and secretly resent me for years over that.”

“Maybe let’s unpack that last part some other time. But you’re so likable and charming, they’d have to be crazy to not like you.”

“I admire your belief in me, but it’s been well over a decade since I’ve had to meet and woo someone’s parents. What if I’m rusty?”

“Don’t be rusty, just be yourself!” you tried, smiling at your own terrible dad joke.

“Ha, ha,” his laughter was forced and monotone.

“Not the time?” You knew it was bad when Joel didn’t even respond to one of his beloved dad jokes.

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. But everything is gonna go great, okay? And if not, you have a few days to make them love you, yeah?”

“You’re right,” he admitted reluctantly, seemingly just wanting to move on from the conversation. “You ready to go?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

When you arrived at the cabin, your parents were sat on the front porch, seemingly deep in their own conversation before noticing your car pulling up.

Chloe was quick to hop out of the car, excited to see her grandparents. Given that they were practically attached at the hip, Sarah followed close behind Chloe, with the pair receiving hugs from your parents as they greeted the girls.

Still firmly seated in the car, Joel took a deep, yet shaky breath, giving you an idea of just how nervous he was to be meeting your parents. Wanting to give the man a bit of reassurance, you grabbed ahold of his slightly trembling hand and squeezed it hard.

“I promise you have nothing to worry about. You’re gonna have a great time, and my parents are probably gonna love you more than they love me. Got it?” you asked firmly, trying to sound sure of yourself despite the minor nerves you were facing yourself.

“Got it,” Joel parroted, although he didn’t exactly sound sure of himself.

“C’mon,” you beckoned, unstrapping yourself before getting out of the car. After a very subtle moment of reluctance, Joel’s door opened and your partner stepped out of your car as well.

The moment he got out of the car, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it once again as a small demonstration of your support before leading him up to the porch.

The girls were already making their way inside when you finally reached your parents, your mom giving you a tight hug and setting her head on your shoulder.

“It’s been too long,” she declared as she squeezed you for a few more beats, finally pulling away to analyze the man you had brought with you. “And who is this?”

“Mom, Dad, this is Joel. He’s Sarah’s dad,” you stepped back to wrap your arm around Joel, a slightly territorial move to show your parents that whatever you had going on was serious. “He’s also my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you, Joel” your mother greeted, shaking Joel’s hand and maintaining a somewhat loaded eye contact with him. She smiled at him, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Your dad didn’t even bother with the pleasantries, giving Joel’s hand a firm squeeze and one solid shake. Both of your parents looked rather skeptical of the man, but you hoped that the stern look you were offering them was warning enough for your parents to behave around your boyfriend.

As everyone left to put away their luggage, you stayed downstairs with your mother, who indicated she wanted to have a separate conversation with you.

“What’s up?” you asked her, crossing your arms over your chest defensively in anticipation of what she might say. Based on that loaded interaction on the porch, you already had a good idea of where this conversation is going.

“Is this the Joel from Chloe’s soccer games?”

Shit. The one time your parents remember the name of someone you disliked just happens to be the one time you bring them home.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you remembered that,” you attempted to casually brush off. “It is.”

“The one you couldn’t stand?” your mother pressed, her brows furrowing as she looked at you with what seemed like disbelief.

“That was a while ago! Before our kids got closer and I got to know him better. And really it wasn’t even like I couldn’t stand him, it was more like he mildly annoyed me and we would argue sometimes. Even then, I kinda just had a crush on him. That’s why I told you guys about him in the first place. Notice how you don’t know the names of anyone else on the team who I don’t like?” you spoke quickly as you attempted to justify what you’d told your parents in the past.

“Stop. Just stop,” your mother rubbed the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. Growing up, you were all too familiar with that move of exasperation. “Why do you keep doing this?”

“Doing… what?” you said meekly, almost scared of what was going to come next.

“Finding men that don’t treat you right. Men who aren’t good for you?”

Oh. So that was what this was about. It was less about Joel, and more about your parents not trusting you to take care of yourself.

One of your biggest fears after exiting your relationship with Nathan laid in the ways that people would treat you after finding out you had stayed in a relationship that was abusive. Sure, there was the sympathy that always came with finding out about someone’s past trauma, but then there was the judgment that came with finding out you stayed. You knew people would question your ability to take care of yourself and your daughter, and you knew people would question your ability to find a significant other who didn’t end up toxic. It shouldn’t have surprised you that your mother was grilling you like this—after all, it was her that you turned to on nights where you had nowhere else to go, bringing your daughter to her home on days where things with Nathan got particularly tough.

“No! No, no, no,” you protested, emotions that had spent far too long simmering on the back burner beginning to come forward. “Joel is the best thing to happen for me in a long time.”

“Honey,” your mom sighed and looked at you with what could only be described as pity. Frankly, it made you want to crawl out of your skin. “You sound just like a teenager again, defending Nathan.”

You nearly had a visceral reaction at the comparison of Joel to Nathan. You just wished your mother could understand that even though she may have heard some of the things you’d been through, that you had lived through those things, and you would never make that kind of mistake again.

“Mom, Joel is nothing like Nathan,” you expressed passionately. “He’s an amazing partner and he may have only been in Chloe’s life for a short bit of time, but he’s a far better father to her than Nathan’s ever been.”

“I want to believe you, and I am going to give him a chance. But just know that things even seem like they might go South, your father and I will be fighting tooth and nail to keep Chloe safe. You’re an adult; you can make your own decisions, but we won’t let her go through something like that again.”

You understood the implication of her statement and frowned. You knew that your parents just wanted the best for you and your daughter, but this whole thing just made you feel like a child. Why were you being punished for being a victim? Did your parents really trust you so little? Little enough to think that you would intentionally put your daughter in harm’s way?

“Okay,” you uttered, defeat evident in your tone. “But there’s nothing to worry about with Joel.”

“I certainly hope so,” your mother said with a sense of finality.

You found yourself sitting by the lake as Joel played with the kids, deep in thought as you pondered the situation. Maybe inviting Joel was a bad idea. Your parents clearly weren’t happy and your partner certainly wasn’t comfortable. At the very least, the girls seemed to be excited to spend some time on a little vacation with the man.

Chloe ran over to you, pulling your attention away from the cyclical motion of the water as it approached and receded over and over again.

“Come look at our sandcastles! They’re really detailed,” she said excitedly, grabbing your hand and attempting to pull you up. Her excitement was contagious, causing you to completely disregard all the negative feelings you’d been stewing in after your conversation with your mother in favor of adopting some of your daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you laughed, following your daughter out to the shore as she practically ran all the way over to her creation.

You squat down next to Sarah and set your hand on your brow so you could protect your eyes from the sun as you looked upon the three sandcastles in front of you.

“Well, what do you think?” Sarah asked, her tone just as excited as Chloe’s.  

“I am very impressed. Great work, guys,” you expressed, beaming at the people around you.

“But which one is your favorite?” your daughter asked, shooting you a cheeky look that you were becoming all too familiar with.

“They’re all my favorite,” you replied, evaluating the castles.

“Boo,” Sarah jeered, clearly hoping for a better answer. “Which one is your actual favorite?”

“Hmm,” you fake-pondered aloud, bringing your free hand to your chin to make you seem like you were far deeper in thought than you actually were.

“We don’t have all day, mom,” Chloe commented, setting a hand on her hip.

“Hey! Good deliberation takes time,” you replied. Given that everyone was sitting by their own castle, it wasn’t very hard to pick out which one belonged to your boyfriend. Seeing as you were in the mood to mess around, you proudly declared Joel’s castle as your favorite, despite his castle not looking so hot.  

“That one,” you said, trying to hide entertainment on your face as you pointed to the least technically impressive castle. Joel’s expression matched yours as he clearly bit back an entertained smirk.

“Whaaat? C’mon, I have a moat!” Chloe gasped, throwing a hand over her heart to show just how offended she was.

“And I have a mermaid! What does his have that ours doesn’t?” Sarah protested as she gestured over at her sand mermaid.

“She’s just biased because they’re in love or whatever,” Chloe scoffed. “Don’t worry, Sare. You’re a winner in my eyes.”

“Aw, stop, I love yours too!” Sarah grinned, going in to hug her friend as the two began to compliment aspects of each other’s sandcastles.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face if you tried. Somehow, being around your little found family always made you feel a bit better. Even if your parents didn’t approve and never came around to Joel, that didn’t change the fact that you genuinely were happy with the man, and even happier with the blended family you’d created.

“Girls!” your mom yelled from inside, drawing all of your attention away from the beach and towards her booming voice. “Lunch is ready!”

“I’ll race you back inside?” Sarah offered. Chloe was off on her feet before she could even respond.

You and Joel took your time getting back to the house, walking slowly as you filled him in on your mother’s one-on-one confrontation with you. Despite the joy in the moment just prior, the reality check of having to deal with your parents had brought both of your moods back down rather quickly.

“I don’t think your parents like me very much,” Joel admitted to you, a hint of shame in his voice.

“I-“ you wanted to lie to him, to at least bring a little comfort to your boyfriend who had been worried sick about your parents not liking him. “It’s not your fault, it’s Nathan’s. They think I… they basically think I have a type. It doesn’t help that they think I used to hate you.”

“Fuck,” Joel exclaimed quietly, looking away from you. “I’m sorry, I just… I want them to like me. I’m already so nervous, I feel like I’m gonna shit a fucking brick. How can I make them like me?”

“Just be yourself, okay? And relax. I’m gonna love you regardless of whether or not my parents like you. Nothing's gonna change because of what my parents think of you. At the end of the day, I’m the one crawling in bed with you, not them. Who cares what they think?”

“I care. Deep down, you care too.”

“Joel, please,” you stopped and grabbed his hands, gently tugging him over to you. “I genuinely do not care. I love you. I love our family. Nothing is going to change that, okay? Nothing.”

Joel looked at you anxiously, his eyes a bit more defeated than usual. The two of you made wordless eye contact, communicating something heartfelt without using one word.

“We’re gonna be okay, regardless of how this weekend turns out. Okay? Just be yourself and my parents will eventually come around. If they don’t, it’s their loss.”

The round table at the patio of the lake house had a shape that in any other setting you wouldn’t even really notice, but only seemed to create more tension in this particular context.

You sat next to Sarah and across from Chloe, who sat next to your mother. It just so happened that Joel and your father were sitting across from each other at the table, and you could already feel the stare down just waiting to happen.

“So Chlo, what are you wishing for for your birthday?” your mom gently asked as your daughter took a bite of her food.

“Hmm,” she hummed as she thought. “I don’t really know. And if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you! Remember, wishes don’t come true if you tell people. But I am very happy to be here with everyone. So maybe my unofficial wish is to have more family time.”

“That is a great wish, Bug,” your dad agreed. Sarah smiled mischievously at the nickname and Chloe threw her a playful glare.

“So how is school going, ladies?” your mom asked them, looking between Sarah and Chloe.

You glanced over at Joel, mostly to make sure that he was doing okay under the pointed gaze of your father. Sweat beaded at his forehead and you weren’t quite sure if it was from the dry heat or from the daggers your dad was currently shooting at him.

Thankfully, your kids seemed to be blissfully unaware of the one-sided war going on at the table. You attempted to reach under the table and grab Joel’s hand, but the odd shape of the table didn’t allow for that. He was on his own for the duration of lunch.

The conversation mostly flowed between your mom, Chloe, and Sarah, with your father occasionally butting in to comment on something. All you could do was sit and watch while your dad grilled your boyfriend with only his eyes, with not one thing you could do about it.

Finally, it seemed like everyone had finished their meals, and that Joel could finally get up and be put out of his misery. But fate didn’t seem to be on his side, as he somehow wasn’t off the hook yet.

“Why don’t you all go try out one of the trails? Joel and I are gonna stay behind and do some dishes,” your dad proposed, making pointed eye contact with your boyfriend.

The girls happily agreed with the plan, excited and oblivious of the fear that had just coursed through yours and Joel’s veins with the idea of him being alone with your father.

“Hold on, ladies. You’re still wearing flip flops. How about you go change into better shoes, then we’ll go explore a trail. Sounds good?” you asked, hoping to buy yourself a moment of time to give Joel a pep talk.

Chloe nodded affirmatively and the two of them headed inside to change. At least you could have one private moment with Joel before he had to face off your father.

You stood up and pushed in your chair before grabbing Joel’s hand and squeezing his slightly shaking palm as hard as you could.

“You’ll be okay. Just relax,” you said under your breath so that your parents wouldn’t notice. “Remember, you can’t say the wrong thing. Even if they despise you, I’ll still love you. Okay?”

“Okay,” Joel agreed, although he didn’t seem completely convinced.

“You got this,” you reiterated, letting go of Joel’s hand as the girls came back outside, talking about some show they’d been watching.

When you glanced away, your father had begun picking up plates, looking at Joel like he expected him to be doing the same. That was your cue to leave.

You mouthed good luck at Joel before your mother ushered you all away. You had no idea how your dad was going to act around your boyfriend, but you certainly hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t be too terrible.

After you and the girls left, Joel and your father picked up the dishes outside in silence, with Joel focusing on finding his composure and maintaining it, and your father being completely unreadable.

Joel politely opened the door for the man, even with his hands filled with plates, cups, and silverware. Your father simply gave Joel a curt nod rather than a verbal thank you.

He followed your father into the kitchen, trailing a few steps behind him before setting down the content of his full arms into the sink. Joel did his best not to overthink this interaction, but it was going to be his first one-on-one with one of your parents, and your father had already spent the past hour giving him a nasty glare.

The following silence was awkward and thick. Almost like those tension filled silences you and Joel had the first few times you were together with stakes that somehow felt even higher.

Joel stood at the sink, silently scrubbing away at a dish, hoping that an awkward silence would be the most of his woes that day, rather than any sort of verbal confrontation.

“You do the dishes often?” your dad asked out of the blue, breaking the awkward silence with an even more awkward question.  

“Uh,” he tried not to show how thrown off he was by the question. Maybe if Joel could treat the interaction as less of an interrogation and more of a way for your dad to get to know him a little better, things would be slightly less awkward. “I do. I mean, I’ve been a single dad for almost 13 years. Someone had to wash the dishes, and it wasn’t gonna be Sarah.” Joel chuckled awkwardly, but your father didn’t even crack a smile.

“So if you had a wife, she’d be doing the dishes?”

Joel was once again thrown off, this time by the accusatory tone your father had asked the question with. Joel tried to give the man a bit of grace—your dad was probably trying to get a good read on him, so he would try not to let it get under his skin too much.

“What? No! I-I never said that. We’d probably split our house chores. I mean, that’s what your daughter and I do.”

There. That was a good enough answer. Tell the truth while explaining why him and his daughter were a good pair.

“Oh?” your father began with the raise of a brow, setting down the dish he was working on. “Well, why don’t you have a wife?”

Joel was completely taken aback by the blunt question, but assumed it was fair enough game to ask about. He would probably wonder the same if he were in your father’s shoes.

“Uh, my last long-term partner left shortly after Sarah was born,” he answered quietly, afraid of the judgment that your father may pass upon him, and slightly ashamed to admit what happened in the past.  

“Oh,” if Joel wasn’t mistaken, it almost seemed like your father’s tone shifted, as if he wasn’t expecting that answer. “That sounds hard. Do you know why?”

It almost felt like that answer had humanized Joel the slightest bit in your fathers eyes.

“It’s a long story,” Joel dismissed, not particularly wanting to get into all the details at that very moment. “Leaving was better for her mental health.”

“Okay,” your father simply accepted, although Joel had a feeling that answer didn’t quite suffice.

“But things are better now, with your daughter around,” Joel added. “Sarah’s probably happier now than I’ve seen her in a long time. I can’t really speak for Chloe, but based on what I’ve been told, she’s been doing better too. It’s been really nice to finally have another parent around to be able to split duties with. I just wish I’d found your daughter earlier,” Joel gushed, hoping that your father would find his answer pleasing enough.

Your father was unresponsive to Joel’s statement, finishing up the last of the dishes before finally speaking again.

“You talk a lot,” your father said simply, turning off the water flow of the sink and turning to face Joel head on. “I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. I’m glad to hear that things are working well for you two right now. I don’t know how much you know about Nathan. I don’t particularly care how much you know either. What I do care about you knowing is that I will never see my daughter suffer like that again. Understand?”

Joel was taken aback by the abrupt change in tone, and just when he thought tensions between them were easing up. “Y-Yes, yeah I-“

“So if you ever put your hands on my daughter, or raise your voice even an octave higher than it needs to be at her, there will be hell to pay. Get it?”

“I do, uh, I get it,” Joel wasn’t even completely sure how he was supposed to be reacting to this sudden rant.

“I want you to say it. You’re not going to mistreat my daughter, and you’re not ever going to lay a finger on her. And god help you if you do anything to Chloe.”

“I swear. I swear I’ll never hurt your daughter or your granddaughter ever,” Joel’s words were rushed, and he swore he could hear his rushed heartbeat in his own ears. The sudden confrontation being jarring was an understatement, but he supposed that’s how your father intended it to be.

“Good. I’m going to hold you to that,” was all that your father said as turned to dry his hands off on a towel. “Thanks for helping with dishes.”

“No problem, sir,” Joel choked out, like his heart wasn’t still in his throat. He took that as an indication that he was dismissed, and he set down the things in his hand before walking back outside and heading straight to the lake—far away from your father.

As you were heading back from your hike, you were surprised to run into Joel. He looked slightly disheveled, but particularly relieved to see you. The girls seemed just as pleased to see him, talking his ear off all the way back to the lake house. You occasionally glanced over at your mother, trying to get some sort of read on her opinion of Joel, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“So what happened?” you asked as you stepped out of the bathroom, exchanging your towel for the soft pajamas you’d brought with you. “You seemed pretty shaken up after lunch.”

“Your dad just really grilled me,” Joel explained, turning off the lamp on his side of the bed as you flopped onto the mattress next to him.

“My dad can be an ass sometimes. I apologize,” you muttered, curling up beside Joel. “And I apologize for bringing you here. I didn’t know they were gonna be like this.”

“It’s not your fault,” Joel assured, hoping to bring you a little consolation.

“It is, though. I’m the one who suggested that you come. I wasn’t thinking,” you whispered as you set an arm and your head on top of Joel’s torso.

“They were gonna have to meet me eventually. Better now than at the wedding, right?” Joel quipped.

“Right,” you agreed, looking up from where you’d set your head on your partner’s chest. “Hold on, are you proposing to me right now?”

“No, not yet,” Joel began to backtrack.

“Good. You’ll need my parents’ blessing first,” you teased. “Too soon?”

“Maybe a little,” Joel stifled his laugh.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted,” you groaned. “I can’t even imagine how you feel.”

“Also exhausted, mixed with a little bit of defeated,” Joel sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “You meant it when you said you’ll love me even if your family doesn’t, right?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed, sitting up a little so you could make better eye contact with your boyfriend. “Of course I will love you even if they don’t,” you promised.

Joel still didn’t exactly look like he was buying it.

“Joel,” you began, tone stern and serious. “Every day, you make my life so much better. You bring me so many laughs and smiles, you’re always there when I need to rant, and you’re the most reliable person ever when it comes to parenting shit. You’re probably the best thing that’s happened to me since Chloe was born. So yes, it would be great if my parents loved you as much as I do. But until they figure that out, I could care less about their opinions.”

That answer finally seemed to resolve some of the insecurity Joel was feeling around wanting to impress your parents, as he didn’t bring it back up for the rest of the night.

It was far too early to be awake, but Joel was having a hard time sleeping. Sure, you peacefully snoozed next to him, and of course Joel was comforted by your sleeping presence, but despite the pep talk you gave him, the knowledge that your parents disliked him and that all of his fears had come to light weren’t allowing him to rest very well.

With not much else to do and an arm that was quickly falling asleep (thanks to your cuddling), Joel snuck out of bed and down the stairs. Maybe he could catch the sunrise on the lakefront.

As he made his way to the patio, he heard a few sounds coming from the kitchen, and went to investigate. He was surprised to find your mother already walking around the kitchen, seemingly making a coffee for herself.

“Morning,” Joel greeted, voice raspy as he announced his presence.

Your mom turned around and offered him a pressed smile. She clearly was not expecting visitors this early in the morning.

“Morning,” she repeated. “Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be great,” Joel smiled, sitting down at the kitchen table while your mother worked on putting together another mug.

“You an early riser?” your mom asked Joel, bringing a mug and some creamer over to him.

“Thank you. And no, not really. Your daughter and I usually trade off on who’s gonna wake up early and get the kids ready for school while the other gets to sleep in. I just couldn’t sleep all that well today,” Joel shrugged as he prepared his coffee just the way he liked it.

“That’s sweet,” she hummed, taking a sip from her drink.

Joel sipped his coffee as well, and found himself surprised at the quality of the drink. “This is really good,” he acknowledged. “Is this a pour-over?”

“It is! How did you know?” your mother sounded quite excited that you were able to identify any way of brewing coffee, let alone identifying how his drink was made from just one sip.

“I can taste the difference,” Joel explained.

“See! That’s what I’ve been telling my husband.”

“I also may or may not have seen your dripper. But from one coffee connoisseur to another, this is amazing coffee. I’ve always said a pour-over gets you the best flavor.”

“I completely agree! These new, fancy drip machines just don’t do coffee justice. Keurigs, Nespressos, they’re all hunks of junk to me.”

“Well someone gifted me a Nespresso for Valentine’s Day after seeing my dripper and calling it prehistoric. I use it, of course, but it doesn’t compare.”

“Since it was a gift, I can forgive that,” your mother laughed, taking a hearty sip. “Do you ever grind your own beans?”

“When I can,” Joel replied, thinking about the fresh bag of beans he had sitting on the counter back home.

“Ah! Good boy,” your mother exclaimed, clearly pleased with Joel’s answers. “You do any other special things in the kitchen?”

“Eh, not particularly. I do enjoy being in the kitchen, though. I mean, being a single parent, I didn’t really have many options but to learn how to cook since I didn’t have anyone else to carry me in that area. I will say, we’ve been baking more often. Turns out, I can make a pretty mean focaccia.”

“Baking? With my daughter? You sure you’re talking about the one upstairs? I swear I’ve been trying to get her to bake for years and she just… hates it! What’s your secret?”

“I don’t know. The honeymoon phase, maybe?”

Your mom laughed aloud at Joel’s joke. He had to hold himself back from beaming with pride. He could barely speak to this woman the day before, and now he was making her laugh?

“Whatever it is, bring some over next time. I need to be the judge of this ‘mean focaccia’.”

Next time? Thank god for not being able to sleep.

“Of course!” Joel said with what may have been a little too much enthusiasm. He sipped some coffee from his mug while he thought about something else to say to fill up the silence, but your mother began to speak once again.

“So Joel, I want to know more about you. Other than the fact that you raised an adorable kid, like coffee a lot, and used to argue with my daughter during the soccer season.”

“She told you about that?” Joel asked, unsure of how to react. He wanted to laugh at the fact that you’d shared that with your parents, either before your relationship began or recently as some sort of fun fact, but he was still walking on eggshells around your parents.

“Yeah,” your mom acknowledged. It almost seemed as if she wanted to be casual about it, but also was curious for a bit more context.

“It was a long time ago,” Joel explained as if he could make it better. “It was never anything serious.”

“Well, how did you go from arguing every week to… this?”

“After the girls became friends, they kept setting us up to do things together. After that, things progressed pretty naturally. I think we just clicked. Realized we’re a good team and like each other’s company. I mean, I really love her and Chloe. I’m really happy with our little family.”

“Family?” your mom questioned with raised brows and a tilt of her head.

Joel wondered if he’d said the wrong thing or overstepped some sort of boundary. “I mean, I guess. I would say we… function as a family?”

“So there’s no secret engagement or secret wedding I need to know about,” your mother probed.

“No! Not at all,” Joel confirmed, hoping to quell some of the concern that had seemed to find itself on her face.

“And you didn’t come here to get a blessing for an engagement?” she implored.

“No! This is only my first time meeting you guys. I mean, I’m more worried about making a good impression than getting your approval on our potential marriage. Besides, I’m not really sure she’s interested in marriage after…”

Your mother nodded as Joel trailed off, not needing him to finish his sentence to understand where he was going.

“How much has she told you about Nathan?” she queried, seeming to be even more curious about this question than she was about some of the previous questions.

“Bits and pieces. Some things I’ve inferred,” Joel answered.

“Yeah. It was pretty bad for her and Chlo,” your mother simply stated. “Maybe we’ll talk about it some other time. It might help you understand why my husband and I have been the way that we’ve been towards you.”

“No, I get it. If anyone I loved had to go through those things—let alone my daughter, I would react the same way. I’d probably be worse,” Joel stiffly chuckled into his drink. For a moment, Joel thought about punching Nathan. The perfect cathartic moment for hurting and harassing the woman he loves. He’d do it again. And he’d do it to any person who even attempted to hurt you, Sarah, or Chloe.

“I just want to wrap her up in bubble wrap,” your mother admitted. “I never want her to be hurt again, and I know it isn’t possible, but I just want to be so sure that she’ll never be hurt in that way again. I apologize for being hostile, but you understand, right?”

“Of course I do,” Joel said earnestly. “And if it’s any consolation, I would never, ever do anything to intentionally hurt her. I know what it’s like to have a wall built around your heart and to swear that you’ll never let anyone in again. Your daughter let me in, and I’d never want her to regret that.”

Your mom seemed to think for a moment, getting up and setting her mug in the sink before sitting back down across from Joel.

“Either you’re really manipulative, or you really love her. I’m gonna hope for all of our sakes it’s the latter.”

“I can guarantee that it is.”

“I’m gonna believe you. But only because I want to try that focaccia.” Though your mom stated that with the cadence of a joke, Joel couldn’t help but feel that there was some hint of truth behind her words. Sure, this conversation hadn’t fixed everything, but it seemed like she trusted him just a bit more.

You crept down the stairs, clearly trying to be quiet, but failing at doing so. You approached the kitchen and yawned aloud, attempting to alert Joel and your mother of your presence.

“Good morning,” you greeted the pair. “You better not be interrogating my boyfriend,” you told your mom as you sat down next to the man of the hour.

“Nothing of the sort. We were just talking about baking. Why didn’t you tell me you bake now? And why haven’t you baked with me?”

“I guess I just didn’t have the right pastry chef,” you chimed, stealing Joel’s mug and taking a sip of his coffee. “Did Joel tell you that we’ve been working our way up to sourdough? I just ordered some starter the other day.”

“Oh wow. You’re like a completely different person. I don’t even know you anymore.”

“Sorry,” you apologized insincerely.

“Does this mean you’ll start baking with me when you come home?”

“Sorry mom. I’m loyal to my pastry chef. Has he told you about his focaccia? It’s really good. We’ll bring it next time you invite us over.”

You pulled your chair a little closer to Joel’s and held his hand under the table, a simple reassurance that you were there, and you weren’t going to let your parents treat him any way he didn’t deserve to be treated.

“You are breaking my heart,” your mom said, clutching her chest jokingly. “Although you mended it when you mentioned bringing bread.”

Luckily, it seemed like this day had started off far better for everyone—but particularly your boyfriend and mother. The two of them were getting along swimmingly, working together to whip up breakfast, carrying the conversation throughout the meal, and even going on to converse while the girls played at the beach.

If nothing else, you were glad that Joel was growing on your mother. You still couldn’t really get a read on your father’s opinion of your boyfriend, but hopefully with your mom now on his side, she would be able to talk some sense into your father.

It just so happened that your parents had planned to set up a few things around the house in preparation for the birthday festivities for the following day, and your mother had somehow managed to talk Joel into helping them out with their preparation. Since your boyfriend would be setting up, you were tasked with distracting the girls with a day out on the town, leaving your boyfriend alone in the lake house with your parents.

As things seemed to be going well between your mother and Joel at the very least, you at least weren’t too worried about your parents shredding your partner to bits while you pampered the girls and took them shopping.

Despite this fact, you still checked in with your partner multiple times throughout the day, getting updates about things he was doing with your parents, or any particularly interesting conversations they’d had during the day. For the most part, things seemed to be going well, but as the evening began to come in, you began to hear less and less from Joel, making you the slightest bit worried.

Once you got back to the lake house, you were pleasantly surprised to hear the sound of laughter coming from the back patio, paired with the familiar scent of a bonfire. The girls seemed more than pleased to go straight to the backyard, walking off far ahead of you.

By the time you reached the patio, Sarah and Chloe had already found spots to sit around the fire, and Joel was tossing some more firewood into the pit while seemingly laughing at a conversation going on between himself and your father. Although you couldn’t have seen the evening going this way when you initially came the previous morning, you couldn’t have been happier that everyone seemed to be getting along.

You found your own seat by the fire and Joel came back to sit next to you as your mother began to ask the girls a few questions about their day.

After getting as comfortable as you could on what was essentially a rock turned into a bench and leaning onto your partner, you and Joel quietly roasted marshmallows as your daughters excitedly chatted away, just happy to be able to sit and relax after a busy day. You were curious to hear all that occurred between Joel and your parents while you were away that had made them open up to each other more, but you could certainly wait.

“So girls, what was the highlight of your day?” your mom asked, turning to face your daughters.

“We had really nice manicures. The woman who did my nails was so much better than mom is. No offense, mom.”

“None taken,” you laughed at your daughter’s blunt statement.

“If it makes you feel better, you can’t be any worse than my dad,” Sarah offered, only contributing to your laughter.

“You’re probably right,” you agreed, playfully nudging Joel.

“I thought we understood that anything regarding my artistic ability is a soft spot?” he attempted to defend himself, but it was already too late.

“Sorry, Joel,” your daughter giggled, encouraging Sarah to giggle along with her.

“I also really liked our manicures, but we went to this really cute café with really good pastries and drinks!” Sarah exclaimed, gratefully accepting the slightly burnt—and just the way she likes it—s’more that you passed her.

“We only got decaf drinks, don’t worry,” you explained as you watched Joel hand Chloe a s’more of her own. “But everything was really good.”

“You would know, since you tried everything,” Chloe teased.

“Thirteen-year-old Chloe is even more sassy than before,” you teased right back. “It’s called the mom tax. Since I was your chauffeur all day, I got to steal a little nibble of your pastries. I think that’s fair.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Sarah added in, grinning mischievously at you.

“I would probably do the same,” Joel interjected, coming to your defense.

“See? This is why I keep you around,” you squeezed his arm and grinned up at your partner.

“Ugh, you guys are always being so gross,” Chloe laughed. “Do you see what we have to put up with?” Chloe directed at her grandparents.

“You know, one day you’ll find someone that you want to be gross with too,” your mother explained.

“No way,” your daughter giggled, standing up and stretching. “Do you wanna go get ready for bed, Sare?”

“Sure!” she said cheerily, popping up and heading inside with her friend.

“Seems like they had a good day,” your father commented once the pair were gone.

“I think so. I hope so. Chlo was pretty bummed when she found out her dad was going to be out of town during her birthday, but I’m pretty sure this has made up for it. Thank you for putting this all together,” you acknowledged.

“Of course! Anything for our girls,” your mom said, smiling softly at you as she reached out to put a hand on your knee.

“Well what did you guys get up to while we were gone?” you asked, hoping to get a little insight into what you missed while you were gone.

“Joel and I did some baking, then he helped your father put together some decorations. Speaking of which, you’re gonna have to help me put up some final touches before the big day.”

“Of course,” you agreed, happy to do anything that would make your daughter’s special day more special.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I can finish up and help you with whatever needs to be done,” Joel offered.

“You’ve already worked so much today, Joel. We  couldn’t possibly ask you to do anything else,” your mother practically gushed. Joel seemed like he was going to protest, opening his mouth before your mother cut him off. “I insist.”

You couldn’t believe that just the previous morning your mother was lecturing you over this man.

“Well, I’m not gonna argue with that. But if you need any help at all, I am more than willing to be there,” Joel reiterated.

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary,” your mom stretched her arms behind her head and yawned. “I’m getting a little tired. Would you like to go set up now?”

You were getting the feeling that the question was less of a question and more of a direction, but you agreed regardless, pressing a kiss to Joel’s cheek before you went back inside with your mom to help set up the last few things for Chloe’s birthday.

Setting things up was about as eventful as you thought it might be, other than the absolute raving your mom was doing over your partner, and the occasional sound of muffled laughter coming from the patio.

“I’m starting to think you like my boyfriend more than you like me,” you commented offhandedly as you tied off a balloon.

“Oh I do,” your mother agreed. “You think I’m bad? You should see your father. Yesterday he was so wary of Joel, but today those two have just been giggling and bonding all day. I should’ve known it was a wrap after your boyfriend made a stupid dad joke,” she glanced over at the glass door leading to the backyard.

“So what changed his mind?” you asked, setting down the balloon. “What changed yours?”

“After talking to him for a while, it was just very obvious how much he loves you and the girls. He also just happens to be a very likable guy. I don’t know how you ever managed to hate him before.”

“I already told you, it was like we were flirt-arguing!” you insisted.

“I know, I’m just teasing. I’ll still be a little cautious, but he seems like a good guy. Now, after he and your dad got over their little awkward thing, they absolutely hit it off. Just started bonding over everything under the sun. Their love of guitar, their love of DIY projects, their love of you…”

You smiled to yourself as you listened to your mom. It was great news that Joel had been able to bond with your parents, despite whatever feelings they’d had towards him previously.

“That’s good to hear. I’m happy you both finally came to your senses. He was worried sick about you guys not liking him.”

“Well, he’s got nothing to worry about now,” your mom flashed you a smile that matched yours as she finished off the balloons. “I think that’s all we needed to do. I’ll wake you up in the morning if I need any extra hands then.”

“Please don’t,” you groaned, pulling yourself out of your chair and glancing back over at the back door, where Joel and your father still seemed to be having a great time. When you looked back over, your mother was approaching you with open arms.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know you’ve already been through so much, and you wouldn’t purposely put yourself through that again,” she began as she embraced you. The apology was like music to your ears. You just hoped that Joel had also received some form of apology from your parents, as he was the one receiving the majority of the pushback. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for leaving Nathan, and I’m proud of you for focusing on yourself, and I’m proud of you for finding someone good for you when you were finally ready.”

“I love you. I’m pretty fond of your boyfriend, too. Goodnight,” your mother bid you farewell, and you couldn’t even think of a proper response before she was already going up the stairs. You had much to process tonight.

Long after you’d fallen asleep, you woke up to the feeling of the mattress shifting its weight. When you turned over onto your side to see what the disturbance was, you just barely made out your partner in the dark.

“It’s just me,” Joel whispered as he settled in bed next to you. Like you were a magnet, you found yourself clinging onto him almost automatically.

“Hi,” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

“Hi,” he repeated, settling his arm on your hip.

“How was today?” you asked, nudging Joel over enough for him to be on his side so that you could spoon him.

“Really good, I think. I think your parents kinda like me now,” he yawned, relaxing into your touch as you held him.

“Kinda?” you muttered sleepily. “What did I tell you? They’d come around eventually.”

“You were right. I should’ve listened earlier,” he confessed as he fell into a more and more relaxed state.

“Maybe. I could care less about their opinion of you. That’s what I wish you listened to earlier,” you explained. “But I am happy that they like you so much.”

You were up bright and early to put the last little finishing touches on Chloe’s birthday decorations. You and your father taped up a few ‘happy birthday’ signs, while your mother and Joel worked on decorating Chloe’s birthday cake. Not much longer after you came downstairs, Sarah found herself downstairs helping to put her own creative spin on the cake as well.

After some discussion of when it would be acceptable to wake up Chloe, you all headed upstairs to her room to wish her a happy birthday.

As her door opened and everyone began to sing slightly off-key rendition of ‘Happy Birthday,’ Chloe slowly began to sit up as she grew more and more awake before she broke into a fit of slightly embarrassed laughter.

It was quite the scene, and probably not the most ideal wake-up call, but your daughter grinned and expressed her gratitude regardless, getting out of bed so she could attempt to pull everyone into a big group hug.

“Ugh, I love you guys so much,” she sighed fondly. “How did I get the best family ever?”

You were starting to wonder the same yourself.