#squeeze me and i squee

[yikes-ajax]

Me, talking to my mom: I bet you were hoping the squealing would stop when I got older, huh?

My mom, exhausted: One could only hope

Me: well SYKE

Me: *inhales*

Me: *incoherent squealing*

[zeetbl33p]

...damnit. Why did I end up getting attached to Citrus? Lhclhfo

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Hi! Just wanted to say that I had a wonderful time just now reading your ficlets here and thoroughly enjoying your brand of Jamie enthusiasm <3

Oh! Hi! What an absolutely delightful and sweet message to receive – especially since I so adore your TL fic! Honestly, it leaves me at a little bit of a loss, how to respond, because how do I properly convey JUST how much I treasure the kindness and generosity of it, of someone not only enjoying my mad scribbles but also taking the time to let me know? It’s really made my day, have me smiling like a loon, and just feeling… ah! Thank you!

As for Jamie… there’s just a lot to be enthusiastic about, you know? I love all the various aspects of him, good and bad, and I especially love how they intersect to make for one hell of a compelling and complex character. Jamie is fun, and unlike Roy I have no problems proclaiming that to the masses. XD (Sometimes Jamie is also nasty or plain heartbreaking, but that just makes him more interesting. Let’s not erase any of his many, and sometimes contradictory, traits, and make him less than what he is.)

[whatitsemerald]

I AM A COMMANDER PEEPERS FAN BUT I LIKE ALL

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[st6rrrs]

GOOD GIRL

Summary: Lorenzo is your boyfriend and he got a little drunk...

Warnings: smut, no protection, biting, cursing, licking, size kink, drunk sex, etc

a/n: NOT PROOF READ

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You lay in your bed urgently trying to fall asleep because you had a dada test tomorrow and you wanted to get a full 8 hours but it was already 2am and you had to wake up at 6:00am sharp.

There was a party tonight in the Slytherin common room but you sadly couldn't attended it with your boyfriend 'enzo' because you needed to study and get a goodnights rest.

You groan flipping and turning in bed desperately trying to get comfortable when you hear multiple loud bangs on your door which causes you to jump.

You sighed and jumped up to open the door of your dorm room. once you open the door your met with a drunk enzo who could barely stand.

"enzo are you okay" you ask him when you could see hes clearly not

"I mishhd youuu." you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he slurred

"okay come here." you grab him pull him into the room

He stumbles a little bit as you gently lay him onto your bed. you take off his shoes and place it near the door.

"I r-really did misshhed you, babe. I've been thinkin' 'bout you all night." he says as you lay next to him on the bed pulling the covers over the both of you.

you lay on your side thats not facing him. you feel his breathing on the back of your neck as you try to fall back to sleep.

"y/nnnnn" enzo whines as he begins kissing your neck. you giggle as it tickles a little bit

"enzo get off i have to get up early." you say still not turned around but nudging him off of you a little.

"But I-i n-neeedd youuuu." he begins to put his cold hands under your shirt rubbing and gripping at your soft skin. you only had a oversized shirt and underwear on so he had easy access.

you gasp as you feel him squeeze both of your boobs. he moans into your neck as he sucks on it.

you couldn't help but give in as he sucks on your neck and rubs on your body. he pulls you in so your body is pressed against his.

you feel his hard cock on your lower back through his sweatpants. he subconsciously grinds his cock on.

you feel him pull your underwear down as he still sucks on your neck.

"enzo...its late and your drunk." you say as you feel him also pull off his pants and underwear

"mhm?" he mutters as he lifts your right leg up and pushes his cock into you without warning.

you push your head into your pillow and squeezed your eyes shut unprepared for that stretch.

he wraps his large arms around your torso to keep you in place as he thrust his large cock into you relentlessly.

"f-fuck." he groans into your neck as the is filled with moans and skin clapping together.

you lay there with as your eyes roll into the back of your head. you could feel him hitting your cervix over and over again making your back arch.

"Your squee-zin' me tiiight, babe." he slurs as he fucks you deeper and harder.

"i-im close" you manage to choke out.

"i know cum for me." he moans in your ear softly biting on it. You feel his cock twitch inside of you meaning hes also close.

You cum on his cock with a loud whimper

"good girl."

he fucks into faster moaning and groaning in your ear. after a few moments you feel him spill his seed into your cunt.

he pulls out of you exhausted while breathing hard.

"im sleepy now." you muttered half awake while rubbing your eyes

"come" enzo says now laying on his back.

you finally turn around and lay on his chest. he wraps his arms around you as you both fall asleep.

[nyzfiles]

heartbreak - aeri uchinaga

synopsis - your boyfriend breaks up with you on your guys' anniversary and you call your best friend aeri over for some comfort.

warnings - smut (minors and men dni !), kinda angst?

tags - service top aeri x bottom!reader, dirty talk, body worshipping, nipple play, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader receiving), cum eating

word count - 1.3k

the sound of your doorbell ringing grabs your attention, your hands quickly wiping away your tears. you walk over to the door, unlocking it before a flash of pink hair catches your eye and your friend is pulling you into a tight hug. "what happened, y/n?" she asks, her voice laced with worry. you sniffle, burying your face into her shoulder as you try to find the words. "we broke up...well he broke up with me." you hiccup, fighting back another set of tears.

she looks at you with sympathy, squeezing you tighter. "he's a dick and you deserved better than him anyways." she tries to reassure you, smoothing your hair down as she consoles you. you nod weakly, letting her attempt to cheer you up. "how about we watch your favorite movies and drink some cheap wine?" she suggests, pulling back a little to look at your face. "that sounds nice..." you nod, wiping away your tears for what seems like the millionth time.

after a quick trip to the store you guys are back at your house, watching a movie and drinking your wine. you guys laugh and talk while the movie plays, your mood seeming to be a little better. "i feel like now is the perfect time to tell you that i hated your boyfriend." aeri chuckles, the alcohol making the two of you a little tipsy. you gasp, trying to stifle your laughter. "aeri! why wouldn't you tell me before this?" you shake your head, a smile plastered on your face. she shrugs, taking another sip of wine. "you seemed happy and i didn't want you to think i was jealous or anything." she confesses, looking over at you nervously. "jealous? why would i think you were jealous?" you ask, confusion written on your face.

she clears her throat, playing with the stem of her wine glass. "is it not obvious?" she asks, watching you carefully. "is what obvious?" you laugh nervously, feeling confused. she takes a deep breath, setting the glass down before taking your hands in her's. "y/n...i've been in love with you since our sophomore year of high school." she admits, the wine giving her a newfound confidence. you stare at her, shock leaving you frozen in place. a few minutes of silence goes by before aeri looks down uncomfortably. "i'm sorry...i never should've said anything-" she mumbles before you cut her off, cupping her face in your hands and pressing your lips to her's.

she wraps her arms around you, lips moving against yours as she pulls you into her lap. you pull away slightly, your guys' breaths slightly shaky. "i think i'm in love with you too..." you mutter, emotion swirling in your chest. she smiles widely, gently laying you on the couch before hovering over you and locking her lips with your's again. you smile into the kiss, fingers playing with her hair as you melt into her touch.

she breaks away from the kiss, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "how about i help you forget all about your ex-boyfriend?" she mutters, placing soft kisses along your jaw. your heart pounds, excitement mixed with arousal swirling in your stomach. "please..." you nod, squeezing her hand tightly. she smiles against your skin, trailing her lips down your neck and leaving little love bites on the way.

your body shivers from her touch, anticipation building as her hands slips under your shirt and caress your bare skin. she tugs on the bottom of your shirt, looking up at you as if asking for permission. you nod, letting her take it off and watching her discard it on the floor. her eyes take you in, hands touching every inch of you. "y/n...you're so beautiful..." she mutters breathlessly, dipping her head down to kiss along your collarbone.

you blush, squeezing your thighs together as your arousal seeps onto your panties. she reaches behind you, undoing the clasp on your bra and tossing it onto the floor next to your shirt. you hear her breath hitch, trying not to feel shy under her gaze. "such pretty tits..." she mumbles, leaning down and flicking her tongue over your nipple. you gasp, hand gripping her's at the sudden pleasure. she chuckles, cupping your other tit with her free hand. "aeri..." you whimper, squeezing her hand. "shhh baby, let me take care of you." she soothes, pressing a kiss to your nipple before switching to the other one.

you're panting beneath her, panties soaked when she finally releases your nipple with a pop. "i need you, aeri. need you so bad..." you whine, desperation evident in your voice. she smiles and nods, kissing you again before her lips start traveling down your body, covering every inch. she kisses your stomach, muttering against the soft skin. "so beautiful..." she whispers, stopping just above your shorts. you nod, giving her permission to go further and ease the aching between your thighs. she pulls your shorts down, tossing them aside before spreading your thighs apart.

you hold your breath, soft whimpers leaving your lips as she kisses and nibbles on the inside of your thighs. "aeri, please..." you beg, the sensation of your throbbing cunt being almost too much to handle. "patience, baby." she tsks, running her nose along your panties and breathing in your scent. she lets out a moan, licking a stripe over your panties. you let out a sharp moan, bucking against her involuntarily. she chuckles, pulling your panties down slowly and letting them fall to the ground. she looks at your glistening cunt, your arousal already seeping out of you. she wraps her arms around your thighs before lowering her head and slipping her tongue inside your tight hole.

you moan loudly, hands flying to grip her hair as her tongue slips in and out of you. "pussy tastes so good, baby..." she mumbles, flicking her tongue over your clit. you tug on her hair, grinding against her face as she swirls her tongue around your swollen clit. "fuck...need your fingers!" you cry, needing to feel her fingers filling you up.

she chuckles, taking two fingers and pressing them against your soaking wet entrance. you whine, wiggling your hips to get her to put them inside you. she gives in, smiling as you throw your head back and your lips part. "fuck, you're so tight...squeezing around my fingers..." she moans, wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking. you cry out her name, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

she curls her fingers deep inside you, tongue repeatedly flicking against your clit. "m'so close...you're gonna make me cum!" you shriek, body tensing as she moves her fingers faster. "that's it baby, cum on my fingers." she encourages, sucking your clit to add to the pleasure. you chant her name, your back arching and tears streaming down your face as your pussy spasms around her fingers. she slowly fucks you through your orgasm, releasing your clit and giving it a few kitten licks before pulling her fingers out and sucking every last drop off of them.

your eyes finally open, heart pounding as you try to catch your breath. "god, how did i go so long without having you eat me out?" you tease, pulling her into a tight hug. she laughs, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. "i'm gonna be eating that sweet pussy out every day so you better get used to it." she teases back, cuddling with you on the couch. "mmm, well i'll be looking forward to it." you chuckle, snuggling into her arms as you both enjoy each other's company.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I just know wade would be asking u to grind ur teeth down on it...i just know it....

hi anon ur so right wade actually has you do insane shit to him dick biting is just the BEGINNING‼️😮‍💨 and the first time he suggests it you’re mortified 😭 you’re giving him that gawk gawk 3000 typhoon top but he’s still kinda soft 😰 you’re lowkey worried feeling self-conscious about your head game until he cups your face and swipes his thumb across your cheek

“can i ask you a weird question?”

when you’re having sex with wade wilson, this could lead to literally anything. “does this bump on my nutsack look different than usual?”, “what’s your stance on the death penalty?”, “did i ever tell you about that time i got my dick stuck in the toaster?” you brace yourself for whatever batshit insanity is about to slide out of his mouth.

“yeah, go for it.”

“can you use your teeth on it? just, like… keep doing what you’re doing, please, it’s fucking amazing. i just want a little more texture.”

huh?! is he for real?! but you’ve worked so hard to NOT do that! years of toiling in the dick-sucking mines has trained that right out of you, and he wants you to throw all that away? why?! “uh… are you sure?”

he just laughs in response

“aw, you’re so cute! so sweet, worrying about me like that! think about it. why would i ask for this if i didn’t want you to do it, stupid boy?”

…y’know what? fair enough. you close your teeth around his shaft and cheese grater up and down the length of his throbbing, bumpy cock.

“OH~! fuck, just like THAT, baby, YES~! mmm… fu-u-ck, that’s perfect… like… like you’re trying to bite the batter off a corndog, baby, there you go…”

and when i say it gets worse from there i mean it gets WORSE!!!! like he’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking dinner.

“hey, slutter-butter, you got a minute?”

“uh… yeah, actually!” you put down the knife you were about to use to chop an onion, and spin around to face him. “haven’t really started yet, what’s—“

he’s holding a strap-on.

“yes, hi, this is wade wilson, i’ve got an appointment for a prostate exam at 4PM?”

you smirk and saunter towards him, eager to play along with this spontaneous bit, “hmm… i’m not seeing you on our records, mr. wilson. are you sure it was scheduled for today?”

“i’m not sure, actually. i’ve made that mistake before. but this clinic takes walk-ins, right?”

“yes we do, sir, but today’s been pretty busy.” you wrap your fingers around his on the silicone shaft and pull him into you. “but i’ll see if i can squeeze in you.”

wade bounces and squees with joy and hands you the strap. you don’t even get it all the way on your hips before he’s bending over. onto the stove. where you were preheating a cast-iron skillet.

“oh, shit, WADE—!”

“what?” he stares at you blankly, holding the hot pan you were about to use. he’s silent for a moment, then two, and then it clicks. “oh!” he sets the pan down in the sink, claps his hands together, then points at you. “forgot you’re a normie! logan fucks me over the stove all the time. doesn’t really matter for us, since we’re freaks of nature and third degree burns just tickle us psychosexually, but, uh… would you… wanna try it? do a little flambé action? roasted wade wilson breasts? i promise, it’s fun. it makes me moan like a coked-up whore late on rent.”

you snort at his stupid comparison, and it actually puts your mind at ease a bit. it doesn’t surprise you that him and logan get up to this kinda thing when you’re not around. in fact, you’re actually flattered to be allowed to take part in it. to take advantage of him like this.

“fuck it. bend over, you fucking weirdo masochist.”

“yippee! yay! thank you, daddy!!!”

wade eagerly yanks his shorts down, widens his stance, and slams his bare chest onto the glowing red burner. his leathery skin sizzles with the smell of cooked human flesh.

“ooooh, that feels so fucking good on my right nipple… lemme roll a little, get the other side, ah~! oh-h-h, it hurts so fucking good!!!”

you get into position behind him, but he holds his hand out backwards to halt you.

“wait! one more thing!”

he reaches over and grabs the gigantic chef’s knife, freshly sharpened and pristine, that you had lying on the cutting board next to a soon-to-be mutilated onion, and offers it to you.

“jam this through my palm when i say i’m getting close. that’s the finishing move. have me spraying a whole little league team out my dick.”

[insidekatmind]

Meet my sister P.14-Jude Bellingham

plot: Federico Valverde wants to introduce his younger sister to Jude, his teammate. He hoped that something romantic would be born between them seeing that their characters were perfect together but things take a different turn

Wearnings: +18, smut, english is not my first language

Jude accompanied you home, and the silence between you two was filled with unspoken emotions. The sky had turned dark, but the warmth of his embrace made everything feel brighter. When you arrived at the door, he stopped, looking into your eyes with that tenderness that made you feel like everything was in its place.

Without saying a word, he slowly moved closer and kissed you passionately. His lips met yours in a deep, warm kiss, as if he wanted to tell you everything that words couldn't express. The world around you disappeared. There was nothing left, only the sensation of him close to you, his presence making you feel like you belonged to each other.

When you finally pulled away, your breath was heavy, and your heart was racing. You smiled at him, still wrapped in the emotions of that kiss.

"Do you want to come in?" you asked, your voice slightly trembling but full of desire.

Jude smiled, his gaze sparkling with a light you had never seen before. "I’d love to," he immediately replied, and without thinking twice, he entered your home with you.

It was a night that felt endless, full of unspoken promises, but both of you clearly felt them.

Not even the time to close the door and you stuck your lips to those of Jude while he held you closer to him by placing your hands on your butt and squeeze it.

You groaned as you led him into your room and closed the door quickly while he looked at you with lust.

"you’re so beautiful" he mumbled and then kissed you again.

As you kissed passionately, your hands began to slide towards her hair. Fingers entangled between his soft curls, pulling him slightly to you. Jude sighed a faint sigh against your lips, his warm breath that made you tremble.

His hands surrounded your waist, bringing you even closer, as if he could not bear a millimeter of distance between you. Your back ended up against the closed door as he intensified his kiss, never losing that sweetness you now recognized as his distinguishing feature when he was with you.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered against your lips, his dark eyes shining with desire and sweetness at the same time. You could not do anything but smile and continue to kiss him, your fingers still playing in his hair, loving the feeling of its consistency under your fingertips.

Jude paused for a moment, looking into your eyes. " I don’t want this evening to end," he admitted quietly, his gaze fixed on yours as if waiting for confirmation from you.

Your gaze set in his deep and sincere eyes, and with a sweet smile you murmured: "I don’t want it to end either, Jude."

Those words seemed to spark something in him. Without hesitation, he kissed you again, this time with even more passion. His lips were warm, caring but at the same time determined, as if he wanted to imprint that moment in your memories forever.

His hands squeezed your life gently as the kiss became deeper, more sincere. Your heart was beating like a rock, your hands still in his hair, while you were completely lost in the feeling of being so close to him.

Jude only stepped away for a moment, just the time to look at you and smile with that special light in his eyes. " You’re incredible," she whispered, her voice low and charged with emotion. Then he kissed you again, as if time had stopped and the world around you had disappeared.

He started to strip you and you did the same thing and he laid you down gently on the bed, it was different than the other times. He was sweeter and looked at you with pure love that made your heart beat.

Jude gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and then gently and sensually kissed your neck to then descend to reach your breast: where he nibbled it and squeezed it making you moan under him.

Then he kissed your belly gently and then came to your pussy and lick it like a hungry man making you moan and whimper. He had not left your gaze on you all this time and this thing made you tighten his thighs more on your head and he groaned making you groan and then come on his face.

Jude smiles and kisses you gently on the lips "you always taste so good" he whispered on your lips and made you whine.

Then he slowly shoved his cock into your pussy making you whine. "Jude please" you murmured wanting more but he shook his head.

"no baby, let’s take our time" he said moaning softly as he felt your pussy walls clenching his cock.

Jude began to move slowly and with love which made you whine as you looked into each other’s eyes.

You realized that you weren’t just having sex with him, but you were making love and this thing made your heart beat faster.

"you’re so beautiful," she said softly as you groaned and felt her cock clatter inside your pussy.

"Jude" you whimpered as he lowered his head to kiss you and continue his rhythm gently.

You both came at the same time while still kissing in pure love.

Jude helped to clean you up and your heart will accelerate again as you smiled softly at him. He lay down in your bed next to you, making you rest your head on his chest while gently stroking your hair and making you sighs blissfully as you held closer to him.

It was a perfect night.

---

The morning light softly filtered through the window, filling the room with a warm golden glow. You woke up slowly, realizing your head was still resting on Jude's chest. His breathing was slow and steady, and his arm held you close, as if he didn’t want to let you go even in his sleep.

A sweet smile spread across your face as you watched him sleeping, his features relaxed and a slight pout on his lips that made him look almost childlike. You couldn’t help but reflect on how drastically your relationship had changed. It had never really been hate, not truly. It had always been pride, perhaps a kind of mutual defense against what you both had always known existed between you: an undeniable attraction, a feeling you could no longer ignore.

Without thinking too much, you lifted your hand to gently run your fingers through his hair, threading them through his dark strands. Your smile widened when you noticed his pout deepen, as if he could feel your touch even in his sleep.

Unable to resist, you leaned in slightly and brushed your lips against his in a delicate, almost shy kiss. It was enough to wake him. Jude slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw you, a sleepy smile appeared on his face.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice deep and husky from sleep, pulling you even closer. Before you could respond, his lips met yours again, this time with more intensity but no rush, as if he wanted to savor every moment.

When you finally pulled away, Jude nestled closer to you, resting his head against yours as his hand softly stroked your back in slow, affectionate movements. "You know," he said with a smile you could feel even without looking at him, "I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning."

His words made you blush, but you didn’t reply. You simply held him tighter, feeling like everything was finally in its right place, as though the world had aligned perfectly around you.

Wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, you stayed in each other’s arms, with no rush to get up. Jude held you close, his hands gently caressing your back while his gaze remained fixed on you, filled with a sweetness that made you melt.

Every now and then, the silence was broken by small kisses. They were light, delicate, almost shy, but filled with the new feeling blossoming between you. Both of you were smiling like two teenagers who had just discovered their first love, unable to pull away from each other.

"I can’t stop looking at you," Jude whispered, his tone a mix of wonder and admiration. "I don’t know how I managed to stay away from you until now."

A soft laugh escaped you, your fingers playing with his curls. "You weren’t this sweet a few weeks ago," you teased, though your smile betrayed that you weren’t really upset.

"Well, maybe you’ve softened me up," he replied with a mischievous grin before leaning down to steal another kiss. It was slow, intense, and made you forget everything else around you.

When you pulled apart, your foreheads remained pressed together, your breaths mingling. "You know," you began, your voice light, "I never thought we’d ever have a moment like this. Not after everything we’ve said to each other."

Jude smiled, holding you even tighter. "Maybe we were just putting on a show. Deep down, we’ve always known, haven’t we?"

You didn’t answer, but your smile and the way you looked at him said it all. Time seemed to stand still, as if the world outside your room no longer existed. It was just the two of you, entwined in an embrace that spoke of a new promise, of something precious neither of you wanted to let slip away.

---

Laughing, you took Jude’s hand and pulled him with you toward the kitchen. He, however, wasn’t thrilled about your decision.

“Come on, I don’t want to get up,” he grumbled, sounding like a whining child as he tried to pull his hand back to convince you to return to bed. “I was so comfortable there, cuddled up with you…”

You turned toward him with a sweet but determined smile. “Jude, we need to eat. We can’t live on kisses… even if I wouldn’t mind,” you said with a little laugh, still trying to pull him along.

“Speak for yourself,” he replied, pouting like a sulking child. “I could live off your kisses for the rest of my life.” His words made you blush, but you didn’t relent, continuing to drag him as he pretended to resist.

Finally, you reached the kitchen, and the scene waiting for you was unexpected. Federico was already there, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in hand. When he looked up and saw the two of you enter hand in hand, he smiled warmly.

“So,” Federico said, setting his cup on the table with a knowing grin, “has this ridiculous war between you two finally come to an end?”

You and Jude exchanged a glance, both of you laughing, a little embarrassed but also genuinely happy. “Yes, it seems there’s been a truce,” you replied playfully, though deep down, you knew it was much more than a truce.

Jude, putting on a mock-serious expression, added, “Let’s just say she won me over with her irresistible charm. I didn’t stand a chance.”

Federico shook his head, laughing, as he stood up to leave the kitchen. “It’s about time,” he said simply before walking out, leaving the two of you alone.

Jude turned toward you, holding your hands again. “So, what are we cooking? Or can I convince you to go back to bed?” he asked with a mischievous grin, stepping closer.

You shook your head, laughing, as you tried to free yourself from his grip. “Don’t even think about it, Bellingham! We’re cooking something serious, or I’ll never let you win at anything ever again!”

But even as you tried to sound stern, the smile on your face and the way you looked at him betrayed just how happy you were—and how that “war” had only been the prelude to something wonderful.

[stardustloserdoll]

HIHIHI

I JUST WNATED TO ASK AND SEE IF YOU COULD MAKE A LONG? TOM KAULITZ SMUT?

okay so i have an idea,

if tom gets really really jealous of the f!readers relationship with her old friend she sees somewhere (you pick) and they like kiss eachothers cheeks and tom gets really jealous and like when they get home its like angry sex but VERYYYYY ANGRY and tom is dominant and the reader is like overstimulated and other stuff😭😭

HIII!! YESSSS, i'm sorry if i make my smuts too short guys i promise i'll improve 😩

mine

female reader

“y/n?” i stopped talking with tom and saw my old friend alex coming up to us. "alex? hey! how are you!" i smiled, standing up from the table, embracing him. "it's been so long." i laughed as i pulled away, as we both placed a kiss on each others cheeks. "i know, how have you been!" as we both continued talking i felt an arm wrap around me pulling me closely. "hey babe who's this."

"oh tom! this is my friend alex, we go way back." tom stepped forward, his grip strong on my waist. "tom, i'm her boyfriend." he responded going to shake his hand. "hey nice to meet you." alex responded shaking toms hand.

"i think y/n and i should be going." tom smiled pulling me by my waist "oh.. okay sorry alex. it was nice seeing you, bye!" i yelled as tom pulled me away walking fast. "what was that about tom!" i whispered, trying to pull myself from his tight grip. "you think i didn't see you kissing his cheek y/n." tom said, his jaw clenched as he took out the keys. "it was nothing like that tom!" he held onto my arm and looked at me with a serious look on his face. "wait till we get home y/n."

"come on babe you can take it." tom smirked, grabbing my hips, as he pounded into me. tom looked down between our joined bodies, licking his lips at the sight of me making a mess on his cock.

“think alex can fuck you this good? hm?,” he snarles, snapping his hips into me, grabbing my face to look up at him. i shook my head "say it." i whimpered trying to force out words "n-no only you tom." "only i fuck you this good, fuck. you're mine." my mouth falls open as i feel my cunt squeeing around him. “fuckk.. gonna cum again schatz?” tom groaned out, i nodded desperately, “tom, please..fuck. i’m so close!”

tom scoffs and rolls his eyes, his hands squeezing my waist, as he snapped his hips harder into me, sending me over the edge. my body trembling as i came, "tom no more.." he laughed, “say you're mine y/n.” he growled halting his movement. "m' yours tom.." i cried out, throwing my head back. "good girl."

with a swift roll of his hips, quickened his pace, hitting me in all the right spots. a little smirk on his lips as his tongue stuck out slightly, playing with his piercing. my body feeling more limp as he pounded into me. “making such a mess." tom laughed as he leaned down to kiss my neck. "gonna cum tom.." i dug my nails into his back "come for me baby, you can do it." feeling my orgasm wash over me for another time, small whimpers coming out of his mouth.

tom releasing soon after, his cum shooting in me as he snapped his hips one final time, stopping his movements. his body falling on top of me as he kept his dick inside of me, our chests raising and falling rapidly. as tom pulled away he pulled out, running his fingers through my hair. "you did so good" tom whispered as placed a kiss on my forehead.

[leviismybby]

Levi pulling the reader somewhere quiet and flipping her skirt up (if you know what I mean 😏 ) while they were in marley

Anons, some of you should consider writing fr.......

Warnings: Nsfw 18+, minors dni, rough sex, Levi being horny asf

You don't even know how Levi managed to pull you into a random room while the house was full of people but here you are. His leg is between your thighs as his kisses mark the skin of your neck.

Not that you are surprised, his eyes were undressing you the moment you put a skirt on, it was like something inside of him just snapped. He couldn't wait until the two of you were alone.

There isn't much time, Hange wanted to get a look around so the two of you will have to be quick.

He kisses back up to your lips, his tongue entering your mouth in a second. His hands wander all over your body groping your breasts before moving lower to your skirt. He gently pulls it up just enough for his hands to sneak in and squeeze your ass which makes you wrap your legs around him.

Your own hands are exploring the fabric on his shoulders, lightly tracing circles on them. His head pulls away from you and he playfully bites your lower lip. "Do you even know how good you look in that fucking skirt?" His hands are still on your ass massaging the era his hands roughly squeezed a moment ago. "Can say the same to you about that suit."

"Fuck come here." He kisses you again, tongues fighting for dominance. Soon your skirt finds itself pulled up all the way to your hips as Levi grinds his erection against your pussy. He is so fucking hard and you are so fucking wet. Judging by the way he has been eager, there will be no foreplay.

"Can't wait anymore. You remember our safe word baby?" His lips are back on your neck. "Don't need it." You chuckle and Levi groans at your response. Your hands go down to his belt, undoing it quickly.

Once it's undone, you squeeze his cock with your hands and he moans against your jaw, biting the skin. Out of nowhere, you're turned against the door, arms on the wood to support yourself.

"You ready love?" You nod, biting your lip. He moves your underwear to the side just enough so that he can enter you. As soon as you feel his cock push past your walls, you slap a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from being too loud.

Levis head falls onto your shoulder as he starts moving his hips in a fast rhythm. "Fuck baby you're soaked." One of his hands wraps around your waist and the other finds itself around your neck.

You hope that no one will pass this room because the sounds of skin slapping against skin are loud. Any adult would know what is happening in these four walls if they walked by.

His hips snap into yours at an unforgiving speed, you grip on the hand that's around your neck, nails digging into his skin. "Can fuck this pussy all f-fucking day."

The hand that was around your waist is now on your hip as Levi arches you more towards him. This angle hits your spot perfectly and you gasp, your hand leaving your mouth to get a hold of him.

You feel a harsh slap on your ass. "You want them to hear you huh?" He slows down a little teasing you before slamming into you just as fast as before. His index finger is in your mouth and you suck on it hoping that it will help you to be at least a little quiet.

But as Levi pulls you fully towards him so that your back is to his chest, the moan that leaves your lips was impossible to repress. He turns your head to him, looking into your eyes. His eyes are filled with lust, nothing in them but the urge to bring you to your orgasm.

"L-Levi..." You grip his hair, the hat that he was wearing fell to the ground long ago. "You gonna cum for me yeah?" Nodding your head, you pull him in for a kiss, moaning against his mouth.

His cock slows down but his thrusts get rougher. He is fucking you so good. Too good. The pleasure you're feeling is indescribable, all you want to do is cum but you want the moment to last a little longer.

Levi feels your pussy squeeze his cock and his hand reaches down, rubbing your clit. It's all it takes as you pull away from his lips, eyes rolling at the back of your head.

"Shit. Shit baby." He bites your earlobe and you feel his cum fill you up nice and warm. "You said that you were cold earlier. Maybe I should always warm you up like this hmm?."

You don't respond to him because you can't. Still in bliss from the intense orgasm. Levi pulls out of you once he gets soft and pulls your underwear as they were, keeping his cum in.

That damn skirt falls over your legs again, it's a good thing. People won't notice that his cum is dripping down your thighs.

Levi kisses you after fixing his belt and putting his hat back on. You're always impressed at how this man can go back to that stoic look like he didn't just fuck the breath out of you against this same door.

"We should go look for the brats."

"Ah. Now that's on your mind Mr. Ackerman?"

"Shut up before I rip that skirt of yours in half."

You laugh,you will start wearing skirts more often from now on....

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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.

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We Search For Stolen Personhood - You’re Scared

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cw: pet whump, vomit mention, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, past abuse, conditioned whumpees

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He was trembling. He was not supposed to tremble, to quiver, to anything of the sort. Guard dogs - attack dogs, whatever he was anymore - don’t do that.

But he couldn’t help it.

Everything was a blur. He let fall a quivering breath, chest heaving in and out as he clenched and unclenched his clammy fingers over and over, harder and harder. Sensations pounded like rocks to his head, spinning him in circles with sickly dizziness, even if he couldn’t recall ever hitting his head on anything. He was sweating, body full to the brim with heat that spilled out in juice, even when the air was a stale chill.

He clung to his companion, the two of them shoved firm into a corner instead of the bunkbeds the woman had directed them to, refusing to allow him any give inside of his restricting embrace. Prince whined, animalistic and gratting, attempting to wriggle out from his never ending grip, but Mutt couldn’t let him go. He couldn’t.

What if they hurt him?

They would, they would, they would, everyone else is bad and only master is good.

Mutt couldn’t forgive himself if they did. No one could hurt Prince except for his master, as much as he hated Prince being hurt at all, that privilege was reserved to him and only him, and those were the rules. It was Mutt’s job to enforce those rules like the good, so obedient dog he was, to protect Prince at the expense of his own safety.

He… he was a good dog, wasn’t he?

Alas, the lines of his expression were scrunched with fear, his face stuck between the nape of Prince’s neck, and several times now he’d been forced to choke away an oncoming, lingering wave of emotions, something he wasn’t supposed to have.

He could nearly feel the burn of his collar, see the dreaded remote pressed between Handler Brooks’ fingers.

Show no weakness, ‘520, ain’t that right?

Fix it.

“Show no weakness,” He whispered to himself, shoving away feelings back into the drowning abyss that was his belly, evening his face to placid emptiness. “Show no weakness.”

“Squee- Squeezing-,” Prince gasped, hand pushing off his chest, a desperate and pitiful try for air. 

Mutt weakened his grip on instant, allowing Prince to collapse in a heave of a breath. He hadn’t even realized he was clutching tighter. “S- sorry. So sorry, ‘m so sorry.” Mutt apologized profusely, so very pathetically, so very soft and kind. How could he not behave so to Prince? 

“‘S okay.” His legs tightened around Mutt’s abdomen, as well did the hold around his neck. He was scared too, and there was nothing Mutt could do to stop it beside hold him, and Prince the same.

“H- hi.” 

He whipped up to the door, wide open and leaking a path of light throughout the room, and Prince’s hair tickled his throat as he turned to gaze as well. 

There a woman stood, shaded by the brightness flooding in from behind her, hands held up before her front in a gesture that said I’m innocent. “I won’t come any closer. If you don’t want me to.” She mumbled, gravel seeping into the edges of her words, a natural rasp that stuck to her voice even when quiet.

Mutt paused, swallowing, and after a moment dared to shake his head, a movement so weak it almost went unnoticed. He’d never shook his head before, only nodded in acceptance, as it was practically the same as saying no, and pets don’t say no. 

“I just… um,” she started, studying them with uneasy fascination, “You’re scared, aren’t… aren’t you?”

No response. He didn’t know what to say. Show no weakness, the little voice in his mind that sounded exactly like his handler - only warped - told him, over and over again, keeping him perfectly silent. 

But he was scared.

He had always been infected with an overbearing sore of sensitivity, a weakness, never truly fit for his designation, for the title he got to wear.

But he was good at pretending.

My champion.

“You don’t know what’s going on.” It wasn’t a question, but rather statement of knowing, as if the stranger could possibly understand how he felt. “You, um, we’re here to help you. No hurting.” 

He gradually met her gaze with eyes that glimmered in the shining light, sparking with watered down hope. “No… hurting?” 

“Nope. No hurting. I mean you’ll maybe hurt sometimes- we all do - but, not because of us, I mean, no, none of us will hurt you.” She took a soft step forward and he froze, fingers dipping marks into Prince’s skin until he whimpered, telling him without words to release. 

“Stay.” Mutt snarled, a low, bellowing growl, utilizing the last of his strength to order her around as if he had the jurisdiction, but she still followed. 

“Sorry.” She whispered, hushed, ceasing her movement. Her fingers scratched at the sleeve of her bulking sweater, the area around her arm that mirrored where his own tattoo sat. “Do you… where’s your master? What happened to them?” 

His master.

The blur that was a wound of the mind reopened, just a smidge, tearing through the walls of his brain. “Don’t, don’t know, want Master, want, need Master-” He was supposed to care for him, to serve him, to protect him, he was supposed to die for him-

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Your master’s okay.” She trailed off, gnawing at her lip and itching harder at her arm.

“Rea- really?”

You’re a real idiot, mutt, and I can only guess that that’s why you signed up for this.

Did he really fucking believe her?

“Yeah, I think so. Probably.” She shrugged, biting her lip. She paused for a moment, thinking. “So… you didn’t run away, did you?”

“N- no, never run. Never run from Master, it’s a rule.” It didn’t even need to be a rule, because Mutt never had and never would even think of running, and Mutt followed the rules so very well. Where else would he go? He’d been with master ever since he finished at the facility, and he surely did not have any urge to return to there for any reason.

“Mm. I understand.” She said, and somehow, for some stupid reason, he believed it. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“No, no, sir.” Mutt didn’t know why he was answering, why he gave her any reply at all, but maybe being scared messed with you like that, like how it was to him. Scattering his thoughts and leaving him so terrifyingly helpless, in need of any possible smidge of guidance.

“We, um, well I don’t know everything, but… I guess they found you guys or something, and, um, we took you in so you didn’t have to go back to… to the facility.”

“The facility…” That couldn’t have been the only reason they wanted them. The two were high value products, that’s what his master had always said, and so the only conclusion Mutt could muster up was that these people wanted to sell them. That was only plausible.

“Yes. They would, um, re- refurbish you, and send you to a new master. Cheaper.”

Mutt detested the thought of his first time at the facility, memories coiling into a wounded ache, and the prospect of ever going back brought a foul strengthen on the fear pent up inside of him. He didn’t want any more of the white walls, and the shocking sticks, or the lumps of gray mush. He was lucky, oh so very lucky to have been bought instead of rotting there any longer.

He couldn’t go back.

She must have noticed him getting wrapped up in his thoughts, because she reached behind her, behind the wall, bringing two items into frame. “I brought you guys… I mean, you’re supposed to pick them out yourselves, but these are the only two we have right now ‘cause Isaac hasn’t gone shopping for more in, um, forever.”

“Dog… toy…?” That’s what they appeared to be, fuzzy, colorful, and stuffed like the ones his master would gift him on the most special of holidays. He wondered if they squeaked just like those did.

“Stuffed animal. They’re for you and your friend. We all get one.” She smiled, her face softening the slightest bit. “Oscar thinks they help. It… kind of does.”

Prince piped up, a shock to the ears, voice the crack of a knife slicing through butter and hitting the plate beneath it. “Thank… you.”

“You’re welcome.” She muttered, fingers pulling at the fraying strings of her top. “Anyway, you two should, um, get some sleep.”

Mutt shook his head yet again, saliva in his mouth churning like the taste of a sour candy. He’d never had candy in any form before, but somehow that’s what the stinging acid of bile slinking up to his mouth tasted like. “Can’t, can’t sleep.” He’d never talked this much before in his whole life, and each word scratched raw at his throat.

“W- why?”

“I must protect Prince.” He stated it matter of fact, just like it was. That was his duty, and Mutt was going to fulfill it.

“So, so that’s his name… okay. Well… um, you do that. I guess. G’night.” She turned to leave, but before fully out of sight she stopped. “Oh. My name’s Joey, by the way. ‘S short for Josephine.”

She left without another word.

He swallowed, again shoving down the ever so inching hiccup of confusing emotions and vomit.

All of that thinking for himself was making Mutt ill.

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Good evening wonderful fandom! SO glad to have a new ep to do some quick thoughts on. I missed our babies. As stated few weeks back the gif library is a turd right after an ep. So quick hand made ones till summer. Off we go.

6x04 Training Day

Lucy saying she’s fine as she consistently does all her fidgety tells screaming she is anything but LOL Tim picking this up too love it. Smart man saying what he does about “being fine.” They cute with her saying 'Does he want her to be upset?' He's so good at making her laugh in this moments. Makes my heart happy. Till John appears.... Way to jump in on their moment Nolan. Of course the man makes it worse…She was laughing before you got there John…Tim's face when she takes off. Like if I could punch you Nolan...

Oh Lucy... Definitely hitting her hard she’s still a patrol officer. Tasks that didn't used to bother her as much are. Ugh my girl. This is rough. You are anything but fine my friend…Poor Lucy last thing she needs is more alone time with her thoughts at a scene that'll take forever to wrap up. Not only that but babysitting puke…I think our girl is headed toward quite spiral that has yet to happen. Tim is gonna do his best to keep her sane but I have a gut feeling we are headed there. I could be wrong but just how I'm feeling.

Lucy killing me softly watching Juarez and Nolan get recognized on Tv. Mmm I am loving Tim coming to pick her up yum yum. Lucy mentioning almost getting that call... Damn nothing going her way today. Or lately... Think her only sanity at this point is that man next to her. Tim of course is picking up on it immediately knowing her mood is linked to Primm. Knows his girl so well. Stating she was hoping could've proved him wrong with catching a call like that.

I love this scene. Lucy telling Tim about her crappy day and Tim giving her perspective. Saying she could be the big hero tomorrow. Not only that but making her smile as well. Look at him building her up like it’s second nature. Cause it is. Damn I love these two. Him basically leaning on her and bumping her shoulder with his telling her not to be too greedy hehe That Lucy smile of his loud and proud. Making her beam as well. She loves this man next to her so much.

Oh my lord this entire scene had my heart racing. What an absolute BAMF our girl is holy hell. Tim would've lost his mind seeing this. Hell I did. I screamed when she got hit and my dog ran from the room LOL The looks on Harper/Lopez's face when she went down oh my goodness. The absolute panic on their faces. Right there with you ladies. This was a huge risk she took to prove herself. One like I said Tim would’ve lost his mind at seeing.

Lucy was definitely being the big hero this entire scene oh my lord my heart was pounding. What a way to impress Harper and Lopez but give me a damn heart attack. That scene in the ally with the brother..... I was worried when he didn’t stop she was gonna have to shoot him. Giving me 5x19 flashbacks. I think she is going to CARRY this with her for a long time. Being an empath is no joke. Our girl one of the finest even at her own detriment.

I was hoping for some insanely worried Tim and they DELIVERED. Like that man couldn't breathe till he set eyes on his girl. Oh my damn lord. The way he ran to get to her. Man on a mission doesn’t even stop to check in with Grey. By-passes them completely. Only wants to get to Lucy. His hand on her head had me reeling everyone. It's the gentle way he caresses her hair I'm squeeing. Also his non stop touching.

Trying to ground her by letting her know he was there emotionally and physically. Rubbing his thumb up and down her her collar bone. The sweet squeezes. I'm a puddle.. The way this man has transformed because of her still blows my mind. The sweet comforting touches. I'm losing my mind. His adorable attempt at a joke telling her she didn’t have to take the hero suggestion literally. Ugh Lucy breaking my heart into million pieces. Saying she doesn’t feel like one.

Melissa you deserve all the awards madam I’m crying. Her little pre cry when he says they'll deal with it my damn heart. Killing me. I love how Tim's hands have not left her for 90 percent of this moment. Protective Tim was very much present in this scene with Wes. Grey was too being like dude let us take the win. Feral Tim having Wes back it off for tomorrow. Wade being the sweet man he is says that's ok. Lucy is going to be anxious about all this. I would be stressed about him succumbing to his injuries now that Wes said that. Read the room Evers lol

Gah Tim telling her let’s go home. Then we get another glorious hug where he encases her in his arms. Protecting her emotionally from this situation. Lucy burying herself in his embrace. Wrapping her arm around him tightly to ground herself again. She needed to fall apart in his arms before they left. THIS IS SOO GOOD. Annnnnnd another head kiss I’m dead I am writing these thoughts from the grave.

Oh my word this season has delivered in spades both friggin crap. I’m out of breath from this episode in the best way. Also whoever does the music needs a raise I say it time and time again. But that song was perfection against the backdrop of this final scene. Was telling D earlier I already need to change my header to it.

I love this hug SO much it's insane. Sure I'll write a novel on it this summer. Having everything that's going on plus this I think our girl is hurtling toward a breakdown of some sort. Some actual UC/detective feelings coming with it. Cause our girl is anything but fine. I'm so excited to see where we go from here S6 has every bit worth the wait. I cannot wait till next week

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Side notes -non Chenford

Yay Aaron progress in therapy. Back to active duty ha his heart rate going up for her too cute.

We finally get Nyla’s new hair style. Loving it

Adore the idea of Tim being one to take Aaron back out. Ain’t no one better.

Mmmh love hard ass TO Tim in metro uniform yummy. Does things to me. Aaron thinking he got this TRAIN but there is panic there.

‘Train is leaving the station officer Thorsen.’ Mmmm He does impress Tim for this first call. Yay Aaron haha

Giving Aaron only 9 minutes before bouncing him back to being a rookie oh my lord Timothy. I love you so much.

I do adore watching Tim watching Aaron do well. I’m sure there is a part of him that misses being a teacher. You can see it in these scenes. The pride and excitement he gets when Aaron is doing well. Aaron doing little fist pump and Tim shaking his head I’m dying.

Also How can Tim make leaning against a chair look so sexy? I want to be the chair he is leaning against in this scene with the wife LOL

Glad he passed Tim's TRAIN test. Glad they took their time getting him back out there. Was realistic

Feel free to comment any and all thoughts. I welcome them. See you all next week!

[howlingday]

Sun: Man... Life sucks ass...

Jaune: Huh? Why?

Sun: No big tiddie goth gf in my life...

Jaune: ...

Sun: Oh, that's right!

Jaune: What's right?

Sun: You still owe me 20 Lien.

Jaune: WHAT?!

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Sun: (Carrying Jaune bridal style) PFFT! HA HA HA HA~! NICE OUTFIT, DUDE!

Jaune: (Goth gf mode) It sucks being poor, man...

Sun: ...But damn, dude! To be honest, you look like the real deal!

Jaune: Please, shut up...

Sun: That cosplay is so realistic. Hey, let me feel them milkies, dude~!

Jaune: Hell no! Five more minutes and I'm done!

Sun: (Squeezes)

Jaune: H-HEY! I SAID NO!

Sun: C'mon! Just one squee-

Sun: Wait a minute. This feels kinda weird. Almost like they're real, dude...

Jaune: B-Because they are real, dude...

[mssonepiece]

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Fluff💖I got bored

Suggestive Themes

I love sleeping over Megumi's dorm. He keeps it so clean and it always smells so nice when I come over, though honestly it's probably like this all the time. I don't even think he notices but he cleans when he's in a bad mood.. which tends to be a lot. We've had some time to relax though and we spent the weekend laying in bed and watching movies to catch up with Yuji. Megumi says he doesn't care for it but I see how his eyes light up when Yuji or I agree with something he says about a movie we watched. Movies is one thing that me and Yuji have in common and is one thing that makes us friends lol. Megumi is a really laid back person so he doesn't mind just reading a book while I watch whatever I want cuddled up with him on the couch or bed. It's nice quality time for us so I don’t mind either.

Waking up this morning I still feel tired, I reach for my phone. 11:47 I guess I stayed up pretty late, I don't remember falling asleep honestly. My head is resting on Megumi's chest and my right leg is draped over his waist. He's still sleeping so I get some time to stare at his face without getting made fun of. I started off at his long eyelashes then down his nose. I can see how he breathes in and out slowly as his nostrils move with his breath, he looks so peaceful. His lips look so smooth and I feel the need to kiss him grow the longer my eyes linger on them. Eventually my thinking trails off to last night. I wish I hadn't fallen asleep when I did, things were just starting to get interesting. Replaying it in my head...

I remember how he got distracted from his book and put it down to pull my face to his for a kiss. He put so much force in to it that I could tell he wanted my attention for a while, leaving his hand on my face he keeps my face in place as his tongue slides in my mouth exploring what he can like he hasn't before. His other hand is already around my waist pulling me close to him. My hands are squeezing his shirt tighter each time he pulls me closer. I run my hands up to his shoulders then down to the hem, playing with it until he said something.

"Take it off." He whispers while smiling and quickly kisses me again. I grip his shirt and pull it off for him just like he asked smiling back at him. "You're so cute baby.." His voice is so sweet it makes me feel like I'm going to melt. It kills me when I hear him talk softly to other people, sometimes I wish he would only speak to me like that. I giggle at his words and kiss him again while rubbing my hands up and down his chest, I can't get enough. I had planned on catching up on all the hunger games movies, but I'm a little distracted now and this has got a better hold of my attention. Megumi's hands slip down a little further from where they were sitting on my waist to grab a handful of my ass. I smile into the kiss and he bites my lip, I open my eyes quickly at the pain and stop a giggle as I bite his lip back. He pecks my lips just when I pull away, the hand he had on my face is now gripping my hair and pulling my head back to his lips for a deeper kiss. I could kiss him forever. Megumis lips are so soft and he can always press his lips into mine just right to make them start tingling like they are right now. My nails slide down his chest the more he starting to turn me on and I'm worried I might hurt him though I never seem to. I genuinely think he loves when I leave marks on him anyway and that's a good thing because I love it too. I wish he would do it more to be honest.. next thing I remember is getting so tired from the kiss and pulling away with a whine. "What's wrong?" Megumi turns his head to get a better look at my face since I pulled away so suddenly after what he thought was a really enjoyable make out session. I frown as I try to think of a good way to answer. I trace my finger around in circles on his chest as he waits for an answer.

"I'm tired.." He sees my frown and smiles, squeezing my cheeks to try to make me laugh again. "Hey!" I grab his hand and we giggle together. "Can we go to sleep?" I lace my fingers with his.

"Yes." He smiles and pulls our hands higher up his chest. "Goodnight sweetie." He leans down to kiss me again, pulling away not too long after. I get comfortable on his chest and quickly fall asleep with him holding me so tightly.

“Right..” I say to myself as the memory of last night finishes playing in my head. Megumi is such a gentleman, I don’t think I could find another person like him if I tried and I don’t want to. We need to rest as much as we can before this attack from Kenjaku in Shibuya. I’m worried that something bad might happen to one of us and just want to enjoy as much time with Megumi as I can. I smile to myself when I see our hands are still connected from last night. In this moment I feel so warm. Maybe I prefer his dorm room because of his warm bed or maybe it’s just because he's in it. I close my eyes, trying to fall back asleep until Megumi decides to wake me up again later.

[risustravelogue]

Until Your Very Last Breath

Summary:

Alhaitham died in an ambush, leaving you as his widow. P.S. As always, your mental health comes first! 💚

Featuring:

Husband!Alhaitham; Best Friend!Tighnari and Best Friend!Kaveh (brief appearances). No pronouns used, but written with f!reader in mind.

Tone:

Hurt/No Comfort. You have been warned. Heavy angst because Alhaitham dies in this piece. Why do I do this to myself...

Note:

I have no excuse for this. I just wanted to bawl my eyes out, so I wrote this down. Not canonically in the series, but I did borrow some elements from this piece. Enjoy getting hurt! 💚 Additional note: Reader can fight using a bow and has a Vision.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

How did it come to this?

You were accompanying Cyno and the matra to investigate some suspicious cult activities in the ruins. You decided to scout ahead, and Alhaitham insisted on coming along with you.

“Two heads are better than one,” he had said. You rolled your eyes. He was being overprotective again. But that made you smile, so you let him follow you.

In hindsight, you should have made him stay behind.

The cult ambushed the two of you, their troops standing between you and the room’s entrance. You took your positions, with Alhaitham slashing through their toughest fighters while you picked their archers off one by one with your arrows and Vision.

You thought you had taken care of every cultist in the room, but then, in your peripheral vision, you saw a shadow behind your husband, a glint of sharp metal in their hand—

“Behind—!” you shouted.

But it was too late. The serrated dagger slid across his throat, red spraying violently onto the sandy stone floor. You nocked, aimed, and let loose, and the assassin fell lifeless to the ground with a soft thud. You rushed to your husband’s side and cradled him in your arms.

“Haitham—”

Blood sputtered onto your clothes as he coughed. “I’m not… going to make it.”

“No. No no no. Stop talking nonsense. Cyno and the matra will arrive soon, and everything will be okay.”

“Love…”

Your voice cracked, tears spilling from your eyes. ”No… stay. Please stay— somebody help…”

“My love… shh. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” you sobbed. “Help… someone, please… anyone…”

You felt his bloody hands pull you down into a kiss.

“Be strong… my heart.”

“No…”

“I love you. Only you… Always.”

“Stay…”

He sighed, and you could only watch as the light slowly went out from his eyes.

—

Only your close friends attended his funeral. It’s what he would have wanted, you thought.

As you gave his cold lips one last kiss, the vow he had uttered on your wedding day echoed in your head.

“Until death do us part—no, until the end of time, I will always, always love you, and only you.”

A whisper fell from your lips, along with tears you thought you no more had:

“I’ll love you forever, my heart.”

The next thing you remembered was being a sobbing mess in Cyno and Tighnari’s arms, who were holding you back from throwing yourself into your husband’s funeral pyre.

—

“I’ve overstayed my welcome,” you say to Tighnari with a thin smile on your lips. You squeeze his hands in reassurance. “I’ll be fine.”

Your best friend sighs in resignation. “Alright. But promise me you’ll come back here if you’re feeling unwell.”

You nod in agreement and climb into the carriage, letting it carry you to Sumeru City. After staying at Gandharva Ville for a month, you’re finally going back home.

Kaveh quietly greets you, holding the door open to let you come in whenever you’re ready. You inhale and exhale several times before finally stepping into the house. You thank the blond architect for taking care of the house in your absence.

“I left your bedroom and his desk alone,” he tells you. “I thought you’d like to go through them yourself.”

You give him a thank-you smile and start walking toward your bedroom, but his hand on your shoulder stops you.

“I’m here if you need me,” he says. You notice that his crimson eyes are swollen.

“I’m sure I will,” you reply, giving his hand a squeeze, and leave.

Truly, your bedroom feels too large now that Alhaitham’s gone. You walk toward the bedside table on his side of the bed, where you had put his urn before you left for Gandharva Ville on Tighnari’s insistence.

“I’m home,” you whisper, your fingers trailing the patterns on the cold clay. “Did you miss me?”

A tear falls from your eyes, quickly followed by another, and another, and another until they form small streams on your cheeks.

“Every day, without you by my side when I wake up, I am made aware that you… are no longer with me.”

A sob shakes your body. “Come back… come back to me… please,” you plead, but only silence answers you.

You cry into the pillow—his pillow. You hug it tightly, taking in what remains of his scent, only to find yourself deep in regret afterward because by the time you run out of tears, it has already been replaced by yours.

You decide to visit his desk in the study next. You sift through the books to find his fine handwriting scattered everywhere. Most are mere notes, but some messier ones contain his frustration. You chuckle at the expletives he had written into the whitespaces of some official Akademiya documents.

Fuck you, Azar. Making my life more difficult even now.

Shit. I don’t think this fucking issue will ever get resolved.

Who thought this crap was a good idea?

A sad smile grows on your lips as you find yourself missing him even more. Your hand trails to open the middle drawer of his desk. The various pens and brushes inside are neatly organized. Nothing looks suspicious… except that it feels shallower than it should.

Typical Alhaitham, you think.

You quickly find the mechanism to open the bottom compartment at the very back of the drawer. Inside is a single white envelope, with your name carefully written at the front. Contained within is a letter… and his will. You set the will aside and open the letter. Tears stream down your cheeks again, dropping onto the paper, soaking the words he had left for you:

My heart,

I knew you would find the bottom compartment. The thought of you opening it brings a sad smile to my face. I love you.

I want you to live well after I go, okay? Go travel the world, at least once. The Mora I had saved for you should cover for the expenses of two trips. I love you.

If you find love again in another man, I promise I won’t get mad. I love you.

I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine. This is a fact not even the heavens can dispute. I love you.

I know you’ll miss me. I know it will hurt. In fact, my chest hurts as I write this, because I love you.

But that’s exactly why you need to accept the fact that I’m gone, and not live as if I’ll come back to you in this world. I won’t, my love—as much as I want to be within your arms, as much as I want to envelop you with my warmth again.

I love you. I love you so much. You’re my only one. Always.

I’ll see you again, my precious heart, and on that day, you better prepare to receive my kisses.

Forever yours,

H

P.S. I love you. 愛してる。Aku sayang kamu.

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