#tried to draw Link with her but it didn’t work out :[

[smilesrobotlover]

Drew this a while ago but what if…. Wedding dress…. Hhhggggghh

[houseofceline]

My Pretty Girl - T.N.

Steal My Girl

Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott

Warnings: None (yet ;))

Summary: Theo's friends get to meet you for the first time.

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Perfect. 

You clapped your hands in satisfaction after taking a little study break to organize all your fabrics by color. The plan was originally to go to the dining hall to grab a quick snack, but your messy little studio set up in your dorm easily distracted you on the way out and made you change your plans. 

Your fingers flipped through the pages of your design sketchbook. A small smile formed on your face as you traced your sketches. 

Fashion. 

The only thing that you felt competent in. You didn’t have to try to make things look good. It was the only thing that came natural to you. You could plan an entire outfit for any occasion faster than you could even list the ingredients in a simple potion. You weren’t going to become a doctor like both of your parents, but you thought it’d be better to do something you’re good at rather than forcing yourself to study materials that you’ll never be able to understand. No matter how many times they tried to persuade, or threaten, you to change career paths, you never strayed far from your dreams. The dreams that kept you happy when you were scolded for wanting to stay home and draw instead of going with your father to work.

At least you will never have the chance to mess up a surgery. That would be worse than the invention of jeggings. 

The door swung open and your roommate walked in. You furrow your eyebrows upon her presence, wondering why she would be back so early from her date with Cedric. 

“How’d your date go?” You closed your design book and walked towards your bed before flopping onto it. 

So comfy. 

Cho sighed before rolling her eyes, “stupid last minute quidditch practice.” 

You giggled as your stomach growled. Maybe you should’ve gotten a snack before you decided to clean. 

“Dining hall?” Cho offered her arm out. 

You jumped up from your bed and happily skipped over to her and took her arm. 

“I’m famished,” You exclaimed in desperate need of having anything in your stomach after the oatmeal bowl for breakfast. 

“Me too, Cedric had promised me pastries from a bakery in Hogsmeade before I got canceled on,” Cho grumbled as the two of you walked in a pair towards the hall. 

Pastries. Croissants. Ugh you missed home. France has the best pastries. Now you were craving a chocolate croissant. Not that croissants are the only pastry in France. 

“Next ti- ow,” you rubbed your head after the harsh impact, stumbling a bit. 

“Watch where you’re going next time mate,” another boy came up and landed a harsh slap on his back. 

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” The boy in front of you questioned frantically while trying to hide the fact that he was searching your head for any bruises. Theo might kill him if he made a bruise on his “pretty girl”. 

“I‘m okay,” you waved your hands in front of your face, kind of nervous that people were starting to look.

“Hello y/n,” The other boy came up and offered his hand out. 

You were confused on how he knew your name despite the fact that you didn’t know his, but still shook his hand. 

The boy chuckled at your confused looking expression. He could understand why Theo had called you pretty instead of his usual “she’s hot”s that the group would receive when talking about girls. 

“I’m Mattheo, Riddle,” he winked, “Nott’s friend. And this is Lorenzo.” 

You made an ‘ohh’ face in recognition but you remained surprised at the fact that you were even linked to him. 

Cho nudged your side. You looked over to her and was met with a raised eyebrow. You were as equally as confused as her. You and Theodore had only interacted once and it was during that one potions class, the day Cho had to skip due to sickness. You had no idea why his friends knew about you or were even talking to you.

But nonetheless you offered a warm smile towards the two boys, “nice to meet you.”  

“Nice to finally meet you too,” Lorenzo returned the gesture. You liked him, he seemed nice. 

Cho cleared her throat while clutching her stomach. You had forgotten what the two of you had even come to the hall for. 

“Well, enjoy your meal!” You waved them goodbye as Cho dragged you to the Ravenclaw filled tables and out of their sights. 

“Who are you losers bothering,” Theo scowled and smacked the two boys on the back. 

“We were just getting acquainted with our best mate’s girlfriend,” Mattheo teased as Theo raised his arm pretending to hit him, making Mattheo duck. 

“Girlfriend? Please, you and I both know I don’t do none of that,” Theo rolled his eyes and the trio walked over to their table. 

“Lucky her, you’re not exactly boyfriend material yourself,” Enzo replied as they took their seats grabbing their lunches before quidditch practice. The first game between Slytherin and Gryffindor was coming up, they needed all the fuel they could get before Malfoy made them run what felt like 100 laps during practice. 

“What are you talking about? I'm the epitome of it,” Theo replied confidently as he took a bite of his sandwich. Sandwich was a bit dry, Italians do it better.

“Right, someone bring Hannah over for questioning,” Mattheo laughed as Theo glared at him.

“We never dated, I don’t owe her anything.” 

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“IT’S SO COLD!” You let out a high pitched scream as a huge gust of wind blew right into your face. You had a sweater that you knitted yourself on, paired with a skirt and black tights along with a designer scarf you had searched the whole country for. It was late October, but you hadn’t expected the weather to drop this low. Maybe you should’ve worn your winter coat or opted for a bigger scarf. Or maybe you shouldn’t have come at all. That was the original plan until Cho had managed to convince you to attend. You didn’t really understand quidditch. The whole game seemed complicated to you, plus the whole flying really high and the possibilities of students getting hurt didn’t sit well with your stomach. But you came regardless and it seemed to make Cho very happy. 

“I KNOW BUT WE HAVE SUCH GOOD SEATS!” Cho screamed over the loud clapping and cheering that signaled that the game was about to start. Loud screaming, another thing you weren’t a huge fan of. 

“HERE!” Cho screamed as she took her earmuffs off and placed them on your head. 

“YOU MIGHT NEED THEM MORE THAN I DO!” She yelled before turning her attention back to the game. 

One by one players in either red or green began to fly out. Everyone you were cheering as if it was a competition to see which side would be the loudest. 

“GO HARRY! YEAH!” You heard Cedric shout from the other side of Cho. 

You didn’t know any Gryffindors that well but since you were in a crowd of people all supporting that team, you didn’t want to stand out so you decided to clap along. 

You recognized a few Slytherin players, the faces of the two boys who you had bumped into a few days earlier were spotted flying on broomsticks. You secretly clapped for them as well. 

The mixture of red and green made your heart happy. Christmas. Your favorite holiday. Only two months to go! You couldn’t wait until you get to start putting together presents and drink peppermint mochas with your friends. It was all so exciting! 

Focus on the game! 

You scolded yourself. You look up and frown as you see players begin to grow aggressive. You frowned as a Gryffindor player tried to throw one of those flying balls at Lorenzo. 

You knew it was part of the game but the fact that someone had almost harmed the nice boy made you want to reach for your wand. 

“Yay go Enzo!” You cheered and clapped as you watched him dodge them with ease. A few Gryffindors side eyed you and gave you nasty stares but it was hard to pay them any mind with the distracting colors of ketchup and mustard wrapped around their necks. 

Theo wanted to thank Berkshire, he really did. He wanted to thank him for providing him the strength to throw bludgers at Gryffindors. What was he doing stealing your attention like that? Last time he checked Berkshire was busy trying to ask out a Slytherin a year younger than them. He needs to leave you alone, you were his friend first. Maybe he should throw a bludger and knock Berkshire off his broom. 

Would that be a Slytherin or Gryffindor point?

[twilghtkoo]

xoxo - lee donghyuck

synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au

warnings. none!

notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)

masterlist | series masterlist

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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.

you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.

your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.

“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.

“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.

you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.

she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.

you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.

“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.

you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.

“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.

you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”

you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.

you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.

your older sister finds it funny and amusing.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.

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you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.

“yes?”

“just checking on you, you good?”

she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.

she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.

“auntie! auntie!”

you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.

she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”

you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.

she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.

‘dear sunflower ♡’

you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.

your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.

“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.

“right?”

the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.

“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.

he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.

“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.

“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.

—

“thank u yn for the food.”

“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.

you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.

his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.

you smile, “of course.”

“sunflower!”

he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.

“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.

he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”

she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.

you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.

it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.

‘xoxo, bum bum :)’

“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”

“school!” she exclaims.

“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.

she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”

“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.

obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.

“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”

he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”

[cursedhaglette]

Thrice Before Dawn

She thought he was having a nightmare, so naturally, she thought she was helping. Opening the tent flap, she's surprised to find something entirely unexpected.

Rating: E Word Count: 2,900 Content: 18+, oral sex, PIV sex, male masturbation, squirting

[ao3 link]

Halia takes last watch, preparing to guard over the camp until dawn breaks over the horizon, sketchbook in hand. It’s been ages since she’d been able to take the time to draw or journal, either tied up in other things that needed doing while she kept watch or simply too exhausted to do anything but stare off into the darkness. 

She opens the book to where she’d left off, finding the page she’d marked to be the one she’d filled with sketches of Astarion. She can’t help her cringe as she looks over her work. It’s not bad by any means, as far as her ruined mind can tell, but since they’d spent the night together out in the forest a tenday ago, things between them had grown strange and tense. 

Gone was the playful flirtation, the long, charged stares, and the touches that lingered just a bit longer than could be called casual. She kept telling herself it was fine, he wasn’t obligated to want her just because they’d slept together. Though, truth be told, she very much wanted to repeat the experience - she wanted him to like her, to want her, more than she felt she should. 

Blasted, handsome vampire. 

Sighing to herself, she turns the page, trying to think if anything notable had occurred in the last couple days that might be worth jotting down. The same thing day after day, fights and hiking and threats of death or the end of the world. At least they were almost to the creche, which might prove interesting or different.

Across camp, she hears a muffled groan and she snaps up at the sound. Scanning the tents surrounding the dying embers of the campfire, she tries to make out if anything is out there - hunting them in the darkness.. 

There is…nothing to be seen though. Only darkness and then - a grunt followed by something almost like a muffled whimper. 

Halia stands, tip-toeing across camp and approaching each tent, praying that without her usual armor and robes she can stay quiet enough to catch whatever had snuck up on them before it caught onto her. At least everyone was nearby to aid her, should it be something truly deadly. 

She doesn’t hear anything again until she finds herself before the last tent - Astarion’s. Then there’s rustling sounds, and another groan almost like he might be…dreaming? Or rather, having a nightmare, she guessed. It wouldn’t be the first time hearing him toss and turn, tortured by the memories of his awful past even while trancing. 

Is it appropriate to check on him? They’ve gotten to know each other well enough and she hardly wants him to suffer through whatever was going on in his trance, but she knows he can sensitive to such vulnerabilities. 

Biting her lip and bouncing on her heels, she tries to decide what she ought to do, and then there’s another muffled groan and acts.

The tent flap swings wide, held open by her hand, and time seems to slow. It wasn’t what she’d expected to find - Astarion tortured by a nightmare, curled on his side and whimpering for her to wake him from the horrors. 

He lays flat on his back, one hand pressing into his forehead and something in his mouth, an attempt to muffle the noise he was making, if Halia had to guess. His shirt was pulled up enough to reveal part of his chiseled torso, but her eyes didn’t linger there.

He was fucking up into his hand, his hips thrusting eagerly and cock weeping pre-cum that glistened in the low light creeping in through the open tent flap. She’s seen it before but like this, Gods, it was like a work of art.

He’s suckling on a rag, which Halia realizes quickly was bloody and - Gods, was that what she’d used to clean up her bloody wound from the fight earlier in the day? How had he…?

She can't move - entirely transfixed as she watches his muscles flexing into another hip thrust, the curve of his glutes visibly working even in the low light. Her breath catches in her throat and she’s trying to process the immediate want that heats her blood at the sight before her, catches his attention and finally, Astarion turns to look.

His ruby eyes widen as he looks over his favorite warlock, and then he smirks, studying how she blushes while he lazily strokes his cock once more - holding her gaze as he works his precum around his shaft. 

“Fuck, oh Gods, I’m so sorry,” Halia mumbles, finally turning away before she can stare any longer, and manages to shut the tent flap with all the urgency she could muster before hurrying away. She wants to stay, of course she does. She wants to watch and taste and touch and moan with him. But if he wants that, she knows she would have been invited. 

“Leaving so soon?”

Halia half turns at the question, already several paces from his tent and thinking of a million ways to apologize for her intrusion but coming up short. He catches her quickly and holds his loose trousers up in one hand, the other snaking around her middle and holding her fast against him. His cold hand sends a chill through her skin, still warm from the fire and encouraging that blazing want that’s settled in her core at the sight of him so unguarded - alone, whimpering, eager. 

“Didn’t enjoy the show, darling?” The question is pressed into her neck, and she knows he delights in the goosebumps that immediately appear under his cool breath. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers without turning to face him. “I thought you might be having a nightmare or…I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“And you didn’t think to wait and make sure I was alright?” He tuts in her ear, his mouth so close she can feel the way it curls into a smile. “So cruel.”

She took in a deep inhale of breath, unsure of what to do with herself as his hand tightened around her waist, tugging her closer to him. He’s still hard, despite his cock being stowed in his trousers, and Halia has to resist the wanton urge to grind against him in the middle of the still sleeping camp. 

“Perhaps you’d like to come help me…get back to sleep,” he murmurs before taking one earlobe between his teeth and nipping gently. His hand crests lower, teasing the waistline of her loose camp pants and moving so slowly towards where he knows she wants him.

“Only -” she pauses as he kisses her neck, humming in approval as his hand dips lower, finally touching at her core. She knows she’s already soaked, the sight of him fucking into his own hand, cock glistening with precum, had immediately drenched her. Now Astarion knows it too. 

“Only if you want me,” Halia stammers, biting her lip as a single, cold finger dances across her clit. 

“Oh my dear, I believe you’ve already seen how badly I want you tonight,” a second finger joins the first, rubbing agonizingly slow circles against her. Astarion huffs a smug laugh as she bites her lip, holding back a whimper of desperation and pleasure. “Come with me.”

And then, Astarion’s hands are gone - a hollow ache left where he’d been. She can’t help but follow him back to his tent, called by the pleasure she knows can be found within. The mess of blankets and open books welcome her, as does the smell of him - earth and spice and whatever perfumed oil he uses to make his skin smell like heaven made flesh. 

The flap drops behind Astarion as he moves and kneels before her, and the space goes dark, but she doesn't need any light as his hands move to the laces of her pants. He makes quick work of them and then her legs are bare and he’s teasing, and Halia knows it - knows he wants her to beg for more, for his touch or his tongue. 

“My golden, little bird,” he purrs as he nears her center, finally calling out how soaked she’s been for him since the first touch. “Look at you, such a mess. Is this all for me? All from your spying?”

Halia has to force herself not to give in to her nerves, not to wrap her arms around her waist or cover her face to hide her slowly growing blush - knowing it will only make him more smug. He likes her shameless, knowing he can pull that side of her out with each touch as she grows more desperate. 

“I wasn’t -” he presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, humming in approval when she gasps in response, her argument lost at the feeling of his lips drifting higher and higher. 

He pulls her panties down finally, one swift movement freeing her pussy for him, but he continues teasing along the edge of where real pleasure would be found and Gods if he doesn’t touch her again soon, she’s going to be reduced to begging. 

And she really doesn’t want to have to beg, it will only mean far too much smugness to deal with tomorrow if she does.

“Lay down,” he commands. When Halia does, he finally descends upon her, ready to feast. 

Astarion draws the flat his tongue up her core slowly at first, and once he reaches her clit, he pauses to softly suck and kiss at the swollen bud before licking up her again. It’s simultaneously everything and not enough, her hips rolling up as she seeks more from his practiced, wicked mouth. Each soft kiss has her whimpering, and finally he indulges her fully, sucking herr pulsing, ready clit into his mouth and plunging two fingers inside, spreading and filling her.

She desperately wants to fuck herself on his fingers, but his other hand holds fast to her hips to keep her in place while his hand continues slowly, testing how she stretches around him while his tongue dances up and down along her folds.

“If I’d known how greedy you’d be for me, I’d have you like this every night,” Halia hears in her mind, his voice echoing through the tadpole so he can taunt and tease without removing his mouth from her cunt. “I’m going to have you begging for more before I finally take you.”

“Oh Gods,” she moans, his words adding to the intensity building in her core. She can feel it building, his tongue the spark to the kindling of her want.

Astarion huffs a laugh against her soaked cunt as he curls his fingers inside her, finding a spot she’s never had stroked before and immediately makes her squirm. Halia’s legs twitch, wanting to close at the intensity of the sensation, but Astarion’s broad shoulders keep her from moving too far. 

“Keep these spread,” he chides, picking up speed. And then she’s lost in her release, covering her mouth with one hand to stifle the primal, desperate moan that tears through her chest as her body clenches around his hand. A gush comes as she rides out her climax, soaking his wicked mouth and the blankets below her. 

She’s never experienced such intense pleasure, never been so wet, but cumming so hard for him only leaves her mindless and unable to be bashful about what’s just happened. Her body just wants more, aching for the stretch of his cock and to feel the heat of his pleasure inside her.

“Good girl,” he tells her, pulling his mouth away. He wipes away the shine of her squirting release with one hand, the other firmly in place as his thumb circles her sensitive clit and fingers continue to work inside. “Can you give me a little more? Can you soak my hand again before I fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me now,” Halia pleads, her voice thick with want and almost whining for him, every trace of resolve not to act desperate for him gone in the wake of her climax. 

“Then cum for me again, sweet thing, and you can have your fill of me.”

His thumb presses into her harder and she sees stars, the intensity of the feeling earning him a deep, guttural moan that he chuckles at. His fingers keep working inside her, and Halia can only watch as he reaches for the rag he’d used to muffle his moans and presses it into her mouth. 

“Bite down on this, love, we don’t want you waking up the whole camp, do we? I don’t intend to share your pleasure with anyone else.”

Before Halia can protest, his fingers find the rhythm she needs and her body crashes again, soaking him just as he’d asked while he continues to finger her through the peak of her pleasure. He only pulls his hand away once she’s finished clenching around him, trying to catch her breath and watching as he lifts his soaked fingers to his mouth.

He sucks her cum off himself as he undoes his pants with his other hand, groaning around the taste of her while his cock springs free. It’s still desperately hard, soaked in precum and actively leaking more. Any other night, she might have asked to taste it - to lick every drop of his precum clean and have him fuck into her mouth with abandon.She wants his hips rolling into her throat just like she’d seen him fucking into his hand. 

“Now, what was it you wanted?” he asks smugly, nudging her legs apart further and smiling at the mess he’s made. He rolls the sheath of his cock, smearing the precum as he prepared himself to fuck her. 

“I warn you, darling, I was close before you showed up the first time so I don’t know how long I’ll -” his words are quickly cut off by his own groan as the head of his heavy cock finally begins to stretch her, and Halia’s warmth welcomes him wholly.

They whimper together as he finally pushes inside, and she watches as his eyes close in pleasure, her body working to take him while he slowly presses into her. He pulls away once, twice, and then slides home, burying himself to the hilt - both of them gasping in unison at the feeling.  

Lewd, soaked sounds filled the tent with each thrust of his cock within her warm walls, hands roughly guiding her hips and core along his cock. He rips the rag from between her teeth, replacing it with a deep, bruising kiss before taking her tongue in his mouth and sucking on it.

“Fuck, Halia, it’s like you were made to take me,” Astarion says, pulling away from her lips but reaching forward to take one nipple between his fingers and twisting enough to make her clench around him, earning her a satisfied huff. 

“Please,” she whines, closer to oblivion with every passing moment that he spends inside her,  “please, more, more -”

His hips roll harder, each slam driving deeper into her and she sees stars, unsure if she’ll be able to walk again after he’s done with her. She knows she isn’t technically his, but if he asked her in that moment, she’d give him everything - entirely undone by the pleasure he’s offered her.

“So greedy for me,” he repeats with a moan, still trying to play the rake though so close to the edge himself. “My good girl, my sweet Halia, my -”

He spills inside her with a grunt before he can finish his last thought, and the abrupt warmth of him filling her is enough to send her shuddering into one final, blissful climax - milking the last few seconds of his spend deeper within her.

She pants for a moment and he nearly collapses on her, shifting to one side before reaching for the rag. He doesn’t look as he wipes at what remains of their joining on his skin, and ruby eyes meet hers in a contended gaze she’s only seen a handful of times. If her heart weren’t already racing, it would be the moment he looked at her that way. 

Dawn is on the horizon by the time Halia makes her way from the soaked bedroll and the perfect lover within, and she desperately works to calm her still thundering heart. Her knees wobble and she’s going to be sore all day, but by the Gods does she feel alive. 

She’s going to fall for him if she’s not careful - throw herself headlong into something she knows he won’t want. Even still, she can’t bring herself to regret what they’d done. She’s going to fall into the trap that is Astarion and it’s going to tear her apart and then he’s going to have her begging for more, just because he can. 

And then footsteps sound behind her and he’s there, kissing her cheek softly. 

“Come on, we should clean up before anyone wakes up,” Astarion says quietly, and she spots his blanket under his arm. 

“That was…nice,” Halia says simply, smiling at him. “Fun.”

“It’s hard not to have fun with you,” he says in return, and there’s no performance in his words. Just honesty. 

It’s the first time Halia ends her watch feeling so content. 

In fact, it might be one of the best mornings she can remember.

[fxrmuladaydreams]

choices and livestreams (sv5) (dr3)

pornstar!seb x pornstar/camgirl!reader , pornstar!daniel x pornstar/camgirl!reader

summary: seb wants you back in his life, but have you already put him in the past?

notes: i know i said no more posts until after the holidays but i got this done early so here it is, also i felt bad leaving you with the carlos angst then saying peace out

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! masturbation (m & f), sex toys (dildos)

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Sebastian sat at his computer and watched as Daniel played with you. He brought you over the edge again and again and again, and Sebastian couldn’t even get hard. He tried to tease himself, to slowly stroke his cock up and down, when that didn’t work he tried just wrapping his hand around himself and just jerking himself off, but still nothing.

The only parts where he would feel himself twitch with interest was when you had the vibrator taped to your leg. His cock would stiffen as he watched you come undone, then immediately soften when Daniel walked back into the shot.

He groans as he rests his head on his desk. He glances back up at the screen when you scream out during your last orgasm. He feels himself stiffen as the camera moves to show all of your release leaking out of you. He could get off if he just replays this four second clip over and over.

His jaw clenches when he hears Daniel’s voice.

“You were so good for me, my good little bunny.”

His words make Sebastian want to throw his computer against a wall.

He rolls his eyes as he sees all of the likes the video has, but feels a sense of pride wash over him at some of the comments.

where is sebastian?

daniel fucks her fine, but sebastian really knew how to wreck her

this will be fine to jerk off to until we get more videos with bunny and sebastian

Sebastian glances at his phone next to him. For what must be about the twentieth time today, he thinks about texting you. You’ve gone radio silent since leaving his house last week, and he’s started to really miss having you around.

He types out a quick text, just something saying hello, and that he enjoyed your video with Daniel. He stares at it for a moment, then huffs and deletes the message. He very much did not enjoy your video with Daniel. And what kind of masochist would he be if he told you he enjoyed watching someone else fuck you?

His phone buzzing pulls his thoughts away from you. There’s a notification from the girl he had recently filmed with. It’s got a link to their mew video, and a few flirty emoji’s.

He feels his stomach churn, remembering their filming day. It didn’t come as easy as filming with you did. She was trying way too hard to please him, and he seemed out of it almost the entire time, but with some skillful editing it made a half decent video.

He swipes the notification away, and opens your messages again.

Hey, I haven’t heard from you in a bit, how is everything?

He presses send before he can overthink it, deciding that even a sliver of attention from you is enough to make up for any consequences that could come from trying to get closer to you again.

You’re with Daniel when you see the text from Seb. He’s leaning back on his couch, with you sitting between his legs, your back resting against his chest. He’s got an arm thrown over your shoulder, while his other hand draws patterns along your arm. He put on a movie for the two of you to watch, something that you really hadn’t been paying much attention to.

Daniel doesn’t want to seem nosy, but the scowl on your face is worrying, especially because you’ve been staring at your phone for the past few minutes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, shifting slightly.

You shake your head and sigh. “Nothing.” You toss your phone to the other end of the couch and bury yourself further into Daniel’s chest.

“C’mon sweetheart, I can tell something’s bothering you.” He says.

“It’s nothing. Seb just texted me.” You tell him quietly, your eyes locked onto his tv.

“And it was a bad text?” He strokes your cheek softly.

You turn so that you’re now laying on him, chest to chest.

“He said he hasn’t heard from me in a while and wants to know how everything is.”

Daniel hums. “And how is everything? If one were to want to know.” He feins disinterest in your answer, but holds his breath waiting for a response.

You slowly start to smile. “Everything is going well, I think.”

He lets out a breath and flashes you his own grin. “Good, I’m glad.”

You spend the evening with Daniel, cuddled up on his couch. You try to focus on him, but you just keep thinking about Seb. He’s made himself within reach again, but it could end up the same way it did last time. Is risking your blossoming relationship with Daniel really worth taking that chance?

A part of you feels guilty when he asks if you want to stay the night and you turn him down. You can see the disappointment flash across his face, but he quickly hides it.

You bid him goodnight with a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him alone as you drive back to your own home. You throw your things down on your couch and pull your phone out of your pocket as you make your way to your room.

You type out a reply to Sebastian, then set your phone face down on your desk.

I’m good, how are you? I can’t really talk right now, I’m about to film a livestream.

It’s meant to be a harmless text, but a part of you knows that you want his attention.

You change into a pretty baby pink lacy lingerie set. You set up your camera and laptop and check to make sure you’re camera ready. You start your stream and watch as your usual viewers start to join. You make a few flirty comments, telling them how much you missed them.

Sebastian doesn’t seem to join, or maybe just hasn’t read your text, so you start with your stream without him. You tease yourself through your underwear, letting out breathy moans when your fingers brush against your clit.

You pull your panties to the side and push a finger inside of yourself. It does almost nothing for you, so you push a second in as well. It’s not at all comparable to Seb or Daniel, but your viewers seem to be enjoying it from the tips they send you.

After a few minutes you pull your hand away from your cunt and reach next to you for a dildo. You’re drawn to your purple one, the length reminding you of how deep Sebastian was able to push inside you. But you spot your blue one too, the girth would stretch you out and really give your viewers a show.

You hold the blue toy in front of your camera, showing it to your audience.

i can’t wait to watch her fall apart on that dick

there’s no way she’ll be able to take that

You set the dildo up on your floor and raise yourself above it. Your eye catches a comment before you lower yourself down.

be a good bunny schatz - sebv

You flush at the comment. A new wave of arousal rushes through you as you lower yourself onto the silicone toy. It’s a struggle to take it, the head stretching you out more than you have before. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as you ease yourself lower and lower on the toy, until it’s fully sheathed inside you.

You pause as you look back up at your camera. You look wrecked already, your eyes half lidded as your mouth hangs open.

“‘S so big.” You moan.

You read another comment from your computer that makes you clench around the toy.

such a good bunny, taking that dick all the way inside you. now bounce on it sweetheart - dannyric

You bounce up and down on the dildo, moaning out as it stabs at your soft spongey spot over and over again. Tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure is too much.

“Please, please, may I cum? I want to cum so bad!” You beg.

You don’t know who you’re asking, you mind far too cloudy to be thinking straight, but your eyes search for the two usernames that send you over the edge.

cum for me bunny - sebv

you’re so pretty when you beg, you can cum now bunny - dannyric

You cry out as you reach your peak, your body losing control, and all sense of pace as you ride the toy through your orgasm.

You clench around it as tips come flooding in. You slowly lift yourself off it, whimpering at the empty feeling between your legs. The dildo is coated in your milky white release. You lift it up and lick a long stripe up the side, moaning at the taste of yourself.

You flirt a little more with your viewers, then say goodbye and end your stream.

The clean up process is lonely, you try to keep your balance as you lean against your bathroom counter, wiping up the mess between your legs. You change out of your lingerie and throw it in your laundry pile. You reach for a sweater in your closet, but pause when you see what’s before you.

Folded on one of the shelves is Seb’s sweatshirt, the one he let you use the first time you filmed with him. The grey fabric is soft between your fingers, begging to wrap you up and keep you warm.

Hanging up on the rack is Daniel’s hoodie. He insisted that you hold onto it for a while after your night at the diner. It still smells like his cologne, well his cologne and a slight smell of the diner food you shared with him.

Your heart aches as you look back and forth between the pieces of clothing. You reach out and grab a sweater of your own, refusing to make any decisions tonight.

You grab your phone from your desk to see two text notifications.

From Seb

That was a fun livestream schatz, you really know how to put on a show

From Daniel

You could’ve done your livestream at my house sweetheart, I would’ve enjoyed a live show

You leave both boys on read, and climb into your bed. You hope that tomorrow you’ll have a clearer mindset about what to do next.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 7

Finnick x Y/N

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Trying to balance good writing with getting out chapters quickly so bare with me!

Content warnings - violence and death, cursing

“It’s a clock!” Katniss exclaims. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Katniss explains to the group how the arena works, making you realize that you running into the tribute during the lightning was just a coincidence, and the lightning didn’t always mean danger.

The group decides to go to the cornucopia to survey the arena and test their theory. You would like to grab a weapon but you don’t know if that’s allowed. Katniss already confiscated the arrow she shot you with so all you have is a weak arm and an injured arm.

Finnick walks between you and Peeta, with Katniss behind him. You really need to earn her trust back if you’re going to stay with the group, although, you don’t know how much she trusted you to begin with.

Katniss and Peeta warily eye you as you look through the weapons, trying to find a knife or two. Too many large weapons will just slow you down. You’d rather just have a few knives on you.

“She’s fine,” you hear Finnick tell the pair. “It’s safer for us that she is armed in case we get attacked. She’s already told me she doesn’t want to kill you so I doubt she’ll throw any knives your way. She knows the difference between doing damage in a fight and killing. Just give her space and don’t act so on edge around her. She’s doing her best.”

Katniss lowers her bow but doesn’t make any move to distance herself from you. It seems like the guarding followed you from the capital to the arena.

The group sits down as Peeta draws a map of the arena. Wiress goes down to the water to clean off some wire Beetee got that you assume is for his big smart plan.

“Did you see anything where you went?” Finnick asks you. You shake your head and just point at the lightning Peeta drew on the map.

“Just lightning?” he confirms and you nod your head. Looking at the map, you’re glad you only ended up with lightning. The rest of the jungle looks terrifying.

The group begins chatting about birds in mines when you hear a sudden gasp. You all turn to see Gloss slitting Wiress’ throat. If the capital wanted you to act feral, they were about to get a show.

It happened so fast. Katniss shot Gloss before Johanna threw an axe into Cashmere, killing her instantly. You noticed Brutus and Enobaria going for Finnick and Katniss but you were too far away to stop the knife Enobaria threw from sinking into Finnick thigh. She’s dead.

You charge at her, screaming like a wild animal. She seems ready for your attack, however, and positions herself for your oncoming blow. You collide with her, sending both of you to the ground.

There’s no time to reach for the blade tucked into your belt. You claw at her face, drawing blood, as she attempts to push you off her. She’s successful in rolling the two of you over, putting herself on top. You go to grab for a knife when her teeth sink into your wrist, shooting pain through your whole body. It’s a shock she didn’t bite your whole hand off.

That’s when the cornucopia starts spinning. Enobaria leaps off of you and tries her best to escape with Brutus while the rest of the group is caught off guard by the movement. You clutch onto the rocks with your good arm but you can feel yourself slipping.

Katniss falls off the same time you do, sending both of you into the water. Even with your bad arm, you’re still a better swimmer, so when the water calms you’re able to orient yourself.

You spot Katniss struggling to find the surface a few yards away from you, so you dive back under and swim to her. Bracing yourself for human contact, you grab her arm and start propelling her to the surface. It takes her a second to realize you’re helping, especially with the amount of blood you’re releasing into the water, but she swims with you till you reach air again.

Peeta helps her out of the water, checking to make sure she’s ok. You do your best to pull yourself up but you’re in too much pain. Finnick takes notice and grabs onto you, yanking you onto the rocks.

He doesn’t even have to say what you’re thinking. The bite looks bad. It’s hard to tell if Enobaria punctured the vein in your wrist but you think she did due to the amount it’s bleeding.

“Johanna,” Finnick calls. “Do we have any bandages left?”

“Nope,” she shouts. “The only ones we had went to Volts.”

“Shit,” he mutters, trying to figure out what to do. He uses your knife to cut the arm off your wetsuit, apologizing that he had to cut yours as his was destroyed by the fog. He wraps the fabric tightly around your wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.

“This should work until we can get some sponsors to send us something better,” he states. You shake your head at him. Sponsors wouldn’t send you anything. You were on your own.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Gale x Tav

words: 1613

rating: E

pairing: Gale x Tav (post game pairing)

summary: part ii of the previous Gale x Tav work. (part i part iii)

tags: magic sex (literally. but also metaphorically), heterosexual sex, f/m, slight voyeurism, Gale still using magic for naughty reasons

To say it was hard to focus the rest of the day was an understatement.

Not only were you still reeling from what Gale had done earlier, you were also now looking forward to tonight when he would do it again.

Once classes were over, and the day done, you went home immediately. You ate a small dinner, which you weren’t hungry for with your stomach in knots, but Gale would be disappointed if you didn’t eat. You took a bath. Then you laid naked in bed waiting for the fun to start. The two of you hadn’t set a time. So, you anxiously waited to start feeling the now familiar touch on your clit and body from Gale’s ring.

You weren’t sure if it had been a while or blink of time, your anticipation making it hard to get an accurate read on an internal clock, but eventually the sensations started. You let out a sigh as you sunk deeper into the soft bedding.

Now that you knew what was going on, and you were alone, you were able to enjoy it fully. Letting your body go with the feeling. Uninhabitable moaning. Touching parts of your body that the ring wasn’t linked to. Your mouth gasped open as you cupped your breasts and played with your nipple. Pleasure building as you writhed on the bed for your phantom lover.

“Gods above….”

Your eyes snap open at the sound of that hushed exclamation. Sitting up on your elbows and seeing Gale there in the doorway. In the flesh. His own eyes on you with this look of dumbfounded stupor and lust. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the summit.”

“I left early.” He told you. Crossing over the threshold now and into the room. “There was only one more day, and it was boring anyhow, so I told them I had to return home. Because my wife needed me.” You bite your lips and draw your knees closer together, as you feel a warm pull in the pit of your stomach. Technically, he didn’t lie. Oh, how you needed him.

Gale was by the bed quickly and was already out of most of the buttons on his shirt by the time he was there. “I see my new present works. Do you like it?”

“It’s certainly…stimulating.” You reply in a cheeky manner. Gale returns your smirk and touched the stone on his ring again. The reaction instantaneous as you moan to the feeling. Somehow more intense and arousing with him in the room.

“I’ll say. It certainly was stimulating watching you enjoy it earlier today through my minds eye.” The wizard climbed on the bed and on top of you with an uncharacteristic amount of grace for a wizard. His eye, normally warm and a soft brown, burning with desire only for you. “I had to come back and see it for myself.”

Your arms wrap around Gale’s neck and pull him down for a kiss. Unable to wait any longer. The kiss was hungry. Passionate. The build up was one thing, but now that Gale was here, it was like an inferno had been lit inside you. You don’t think Karlach and her infernal engine could burn as hot as you did right now for your husband.

Gale returned your fire wholeheartedly. It was a surprise. The former chosen was by no means apathetic in bed, but he usually liked to take things slow. Be patient. Capture and build on the moment. Make sure everything was done thoroughly and properly before you both exhaled in ecstasy and calling it a night. Now, however, he was like a man consumed with fervor. The distance and almost 8 hours of foreplay ‘til now, if you counted the anticipation from this afternoon until now, seemed to have its effect on Gale as well.

He fumbled with his trousers as he tried to get out of them but not break the kiss. Eventually, he realized that was impossible, and let out a curse as he pulled back from you to get them off. “Such language, professor.”

Gale smirked at you. Immediately back on top of you once he was free. “You’re one to talk. I heard you earlier, and just now. Nearly as bad as that foul mouth pixie.” Hardly, you want to tell him. But Gale was shifting his weight above you and pulled off his ring before handing it to you. “Here. Put it on.” He was already slipping the ring onto your finger by the time he finished asking. The band only able to fit on your thumb with the size difference in your fingers. “I want you to use it while I make love to you. Feel the full effect of its magic while I’m inside you.”

Your mind lets out a guttural moan at the suggestion, but your lips stay closed as you examine the ring. It was a thrilling idea. To be, in part, the master of your own pleasure. Hesitantly you touch the ruby red stone on the ring and feel a surge of sensation rush from your center and up your spine. This time, you do indeed moan.

“Gods above…it is better in person….” Gale’s attention seemed fixed on your face, fascinated by it, as he brought up a hand to caress your cheek.

Your eyes open, and you have to assume your eyes are as black as the darkness of Shar. “Are you going to just stay there and stare at me?” Your head lances up, out of his grasp, to give him a biting kiss. “Or are you going to fuck me?”

There was a low growl from Gale. Though he was usually a man who didn’t appreciate vulgar words in his immense vocabulary, in bed was the only place he tolerated them. Judging by the twitch of his cock against your inner thigh, he more than just tolerated them.

Never one to disappoint a request from his lover, Gale moved to position himself between your legs and slid in. You were so wet from earlier, and the anticipation of finally getting a hard cock inside you, that there was little resistance as he pushed in. You moan eagerly. Though the Mage Hands earlier today had been nice they were nothing compared to the firm feel of your husband inside you. “Gods you’re so hard….”

“You’re not the only one in need, my love.”

He began to thrust. Slow and deep inside you. Sweet words of how much he missed you this week fall from that skilled tongue. You reciprocate his feelings but are too tightly wound to respond. So you just babble.

His thrusting increases and you feel like you’re on the edge of a great void. Been on the edge of some great void. Yet you can’t jump off of it. You reach of Gale’s ring still on your finger from he behind his head, your legs and arms wrapped tight around his back, and start to rub. A cry came out of your mouth as it was more intense than before, but you were surprised to hear Gale cry out as well.

“Hells…I can feel it….” His hip movements become erratic as he thrust deeper and faster into you. Seeming to want to get closer to the sensation. “I never expected….this is an unexpected turn of events….Oh Gods…is this what it’s been like for you?”

You want to tell him yes but you’re too lost in ecstasy to say anything coherent. The magic from Gale’s ring teasing your clit. His hard cock plunging into your body. Hands on your breasts and body so much so that you wonder if he had in fact called Mage Hands back into play. Still you were just on that precipice. Until you toppled over it not with a step but violent push. Your body & mind racked with waves of pleasure that batter you like a ship as your hands cling to the bedding to make sure you weren’t swept away in its current.

Gale continues until you fall back to the bed like jelly, and he collapses on top of you. Clearly having splendidly finished as well.

After a moment to catch your breath, Gale rolled over beside you to his side. Then with a tired, limp hand he reached over to remove his ring. Placing it safely on the nightstand where it wouldn’t be bumped and cause anymore trouble. “That was amazing.”

“It certainly was.” You agree as you curl up beside him.

“You were amazing. I had no idea when I created this that it would…well…be so…” It was amusing to watch Gale stumble over his words on the topic. Like he hadn’t just aggressively fucked you into the mattress like a mad man. Like he hadn’t come up with the idea for his ring all on his own. “Well I think the word ‘stimulating’ was used earlier, and that certainly hit the spot.”

“You certainly did.”

You giggle at Gale’s flustered expression. Still finding the shift from Gale 30 seconds ago to now utterly amusing. And in all honesty, incredibly hot. You lean up to give him a kiss before your tired bones give out and call you back to the bed. “Let’s get some sleep. We can certainly do more ‘experimenting’ tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Gale doesn’t respond. But you can see the grin out of the corner of your eye before the close with desire for sleep. He lifted his hand and waved it in the air. A blanket carefully draping over you to magically tuck you in. Magic was certainly helpful for so many things.

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I love taming you

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 15.2k

Summary: It had been a few weeks since your girlfriend discovered your notebook and found out how badly you wanted to be under her control. But being an impatient girl makes it hard for you to follow her rules. So she just has to teach you. No matter how long it takes her. This is a continuation of "Unspoken desires" (i'll leave a link for that fic below), but can be read separately. It explores a lot of different aspects of anal play, which is something that I have wanted to write about for a while. After a conversation with a friend of mine, it really inspired me to write this fic and I hope all of you will enjoy it.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, edging, denial, orgasm control, teasing, oral, fingering, finger sucking, anal play, anal fingering, use of butt plug, strap-on use, semi-public sex, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

Masterlist with all my works. "Unspoken desires''

It had been a couple of weeks since your girlfriend first discovered your notebook, filled with your secret fantasies, and despite your expectations, things had gotten even better. Wanda gave you everything you wanted and so much more. The story was just the beginning and it unlocked something inside her. Something she kept hidden all this time, but was so happy to finally share with you.

What she didn’t know is that it unleashed something inside you too. Suddenly, her touch was everything you thought about, evenings with her were everything you looked forward to, each scorching night of passion making you crave more and more. All her fiery touches, her passionate kisses, all the orgasms she brought you couldn’t quell this thirst inside you. You were insatiable.

That never-ending need, despite your best efforts, was exactly how you ended up in your office, with the blinds drawn and the door closed, while you touched yourself, seated behind your desk. You had been thinking of Wanda, of the way she had you on all fours last night, as she stuffed your pussy full of her strap and her cum and it left you so hungry for release that you couldn’t help yourself. You tried, of course, you argued with yourself that it was dangerous and foolish, that you might get caught, that it would disappoint your girlfriend, who gave you very clear instructions to never touch what’s hers… And your pussy was definitely hers. But no amount of shame or danger, not even the fear of Wanda’s wrath could stop you from unbuttoning your pants and pulling down the zipper, your hand sneaking under the waistband of your panties, so you could finally relieve the tension that you felt building since the moment you left your house.

It was quick, it was meant to be, just the tips of your fingers drawing circles over your clit, while the thoughts of Wanda filled your mind and turned the sparks of arousal into flames. It was nothing more than relief and as you came, stifling a small moan of pleasure, you hardly thought it would mean anything. You wouldn’t even tell her. Wanda didn’t need to know that despite the fact that she fucked you every night, you were such a needy slut that you couldn’t help yourself, even at work.

With that settled, you went back to your tasks, soon forgetting of the little incident and only remembering it briefly when you felt the wetness that now soaked your panties. Ugh, today was going to be a long day. But you’d be home to your girlfriend very soon and the thought of that gave you something to look forward to.

When the day was finally over and you walked into your home, you were greeted by the smell of freshly cooked pasta and the sight of Wanda setting the table. She wore your favourite pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt, yet you couldn’t help but think that she was gorgeous and rush into her embrace.

“Hi, my darling.” She smiled sweetly, one of her hands resting softly between your shoulder blades, while the other pulled you by the waist so she could get you even closer. “Seems like someone missed me today.” She noted, when you hid your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and refusing to let her go.

“I really did.” You managed to admit, nuzzling into her even more, before you finally let her go.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” She said, picking you up, before you could even realize what she was doing, and placing you on the counter, so she could stand between your open legs. “I missed you so much, that I’m thinking… Maybe I’ll let you have dessert before dinner.” She suggested, placing kisses on your neck and collarbones, innuendo dripping from her every word and lighting another fire at the pit of your stomach.

“That sounds amazing!” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips, while her hands roamed.

She pulled off your shirt first, tossing it aside, not even bothering with the buttons. She kissed her way down your body and your bra was next, just as easily discarded, in favour of her hands massaging your breasts. She kissed them softly, quickly making her way down. Your pants were her next target, so she could have you bare in front of her and you happily obliged, lifting yourself off the counter, so she could get rid of them. Wanda dragged down your panties in the same motion, wanting to be able to see you, to feel you with no barriers and the sight she was met with did not disappoint.

You were wet, soaked even and she barely did anything to earn it, making pride swell in her chest at being able to affect you so much.

“God, look at you!” She sighed, pulling you in another heated kiss and slipping her hand between your bodies, so she could run her fingers through your pussy and stroke your clit softly. “So wet for me already. I’ve barely touched you.” She mused.

She hadn’t really thought anything of it, she was elated to have you so needy for her, but the way your body tensed at her words made her pull away, her inquisitive, green eyes studying you curiously.

In all fairness, she probably would have let it go, not really thinking anything of it, but your guilty mind worked itself into a frenzy. Could she tell? Did she know? Would she find it in your mind? How does one hide such a thing from a telepathic witch?

Trying to stay calm, you only pulled her towards you, silently asking her permission for a kiss and she let you, exploring your mouth in slow, deep kisses, while she thought, her fingers finding their way between your folds again and gathering the slick there.

“Have you been naughty my darling?” She asked, when she pulled away, smirking knowingly. “Have you been thinking of Mommy today, hm?” Her voice was soft, her eyes still sparkling with amusement and pride as she continued to play with you, waiting for your answer.

“I didn’t mean to, Mommy…” You tried to defend, her expression helping you calm down from your panic. “I was just feeling so needy and I couldn’t help myself.” You practically whined, but Wanda only smiled more, her fingers focusing on your clit and providing some real stimulation against it.

“Yeah? You needed Mommy to make you feel good?” She asked with fake pity in her voice, her fingers moving lower and teasing your entrance.

“Yes, needed you. My fingers couldn’t make me feel the way you do.” You uttered, your head falling back in anticipation.

To your horror, her hand retracted, her expression turning cold and growing angrier, the more she realized that the two of you had been speaking of different things. She thought you were thinking of her, fantasizing about her… Not touching yourself. And the more she studied your face, the panic and guilt written all over it, the more she realized it was true and it made her blood boil. Hadn’t she made herself clear? Had you forgotten that she was the only one allowed to touch your desperate little pussy?

“When?” She almost growled with annoyance, stepping between your legs again and making you face her.

“During my lunch break.” You barely murmured trying to look away, but she stopped you, a hand taking hold of your chin and forcing you to look her in the eye. “Foolish girl… Do I not give you enough, huh?” She asked through gritted teeth. “No, Wanda, of course…” “That’s not my name.” She cut you off. “Try that again.” “No, Mommy… You give me more than enough.” You tried to plead with her, but it was in vain. Your fate was already sealed. “So why?” She asked, seething. “You really couldn’t wait a few more hours? Or did I leave you needy this morning?” Her head tilted, her eyes narrowing in search of an answer that never came. “I think… You’re just impatient.” She decided, reigning in her anger at your transgression. “But don’t worry… Mommy will teach you.” She promised with new determination. “Now, hop off and put your clothes back on. You’ll get your punishment soon enough, but we’ll have dinner first.” She announced unceremoniously, helping you get off the counter and watching you dress yourself.

While you pulled your panties back on, you winced a little at the wet material, but had the good sense not to say anything, especially after the glare you got in return.

The dinner went just as silently. You tried to compliment her food and to thank her for making you dinner, but her monotone response was clear enough to stop you from trying to press further, so you just ate your food.

After helping her clean up, she had calmed a little and she even pulled you closer to her body again, removing a strand of hair from your face and stroking your cheek gently with her thumb to help you feel more at ease.

“You know why Mommy has to punish you, right baby?” Her gentle tone, almost startled you, her kind expression a stark contrast to her dark intentions towards you. “You need to learn to be patient.” She explained with a soft smile. “I won’t do it again, Mommy.” You tried to plead your case, but her smile only grew. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.” She said, guiding you upstairs, instead of addressing your little plea.

When you entered the bedroom, she had you take off her clothes, helping you strip her of everything she wore, before she made you undress as well, her piercing gaze zeroing in on the way your wetness stuck to the material of your panties as you pulled them off. You were drenched.

“I’m curious, darling… What do you think you deserve for touching what’s mine? What do you think I’ll do to you that’s gotten you even more excited?” She asked with a smirk. “I don’t know, Mommy.” “That’s a lie.” She chuckled darkly. “Try again.” “I… I think you’ll spank me.” You eventually admitted, stumbling over your words and your eyes falling to the floor.

Despite her disappointment in you, Wanda stepped closer, capturing your face with her hand and guiding you to look up at her. She kissed you gently, but fully, her eyes full of love and adoration for you as she guided you towards the bed and sat at the edge of it. She ran a single finger through your wetness, pulling a solitary moan from you, before she retracted, licking the digit clean and savouring your taste.

“The thought of getting spanked had you leaking like this?” She asked with a raised brow, not really expecting an answer from you. “Come lie across my lap, sweetheart. Let’s see how wet this cute little pussy will get, when I actually give you that spanking.” She patted her lap, signalling for you to do as you’re told.

You did without protest, trying to look back at her, once you had settled, but she quickly made you face the headboard.

“Eyes front, dear.” She reminded a little more sternly. “And try not to enjoy yourself too much.” She added with a light tone, her hand already kneading the flesh of your cheeks.

The first slap that landed on your ass was actually very soft. It had startled you, more than anything else, causing you to stiffen a little and making Wanda chuckle behind you. The next had a little more force behind it, making you moan as it reverberated within you. The third was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure and it pulled a needy whine from you, as you tried to hide just how much you enjoyed it, but it was already too late.

Wanda had been waiting for that exact reaction and she took a small break from your spanking to spread your cheeks and trace your entrance with her fingers. You were just as wet and growing wetter by the minute and she used this moment to tease you, before she returned to your spanking.

She switched between her merciless teasing and your “punishment”, knowing full well that this was actually indulging you, rather than teaching you a lesson, but she knew that it will serve its purpose too. She kept it up, until your cheeks had grown pink and you had started to chant her chosen title, while you bucked against her teasing fingers and your wetness had started to smear across her thighs as well. God, you looked so fuckable like this.

“I think that’s enough for now, little kitten.” She rasped, while her fingers retracted and she watched you fight the urge to buck against her thighs next, desperate for any stimulation. “Go lie down.” She suggested, helping you get to your feet and watching you climb on the bed and settle against the pillows. “How are you feeling?” “I’m ok, Mommy.” You responded cutely, actually looking relaxed, your eyes closing in satisfaction. “A little horny.” You added, very aware of the way your pussy dripped. “Oh, I bet you are.” She chuckled. “You should see what you did to me.” She added, moving closer and straddling your body. “I also think you should make it up to me.” She purred, leaning in for a quick kiss, before she moved higher, quickly putting each of her legs on either side of your face, her slick folds on display. “Do you see that, honey?’’ She asked, running her fingers through her wetness and spreading her pussy lips, so you can see her better. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you touch me, every time I look at you, when I think of you, I get this craving: to have your tongue, your fingers, your strap inside me. I get just as needy as you do, sweet girl. But Mommy always waits for you. I hope after today you’ll learn to wait for me too.”

Before you got a chance to say something more, Wanda’s fingers were already lacing with your hair, pulling you towards her pussy and putting you right where she needs you. Not that you had any complaints. She had the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen and, just thinking about getting to taste her had your mouth water, especially with the little display she put on just for you.

Your tongue lapped at her happily, swirling at her entrance and gathering all her wetness, before you moved on to her clit. The taste and smell of her took over your senses and you let yourself indulge in them as much as you could, until the hand in your hair tightened its grip, reminding you to focus and give her what she wants.

When even that wasn’t enough, Wanda took matters into her own hands, her hips moving rhythmically against you, grinding her pussy in your open mouth, taking as much pleasure as she could from you. God, she was gorgeous like this. Head thrown back, her hair falling down her back in heavy waves, as she rode your mouth for all its worth. You could hear her soft words of praise and adoration from above you, getting more and more incoherent as she drove herself closer to her orgasm and you loved it.

Eager to please, you had your hands on her thighs and cupping her ass, massaging it and helping her grind more against you as her movements got sloppier and more desperate. She was so close, you could feel it, her moans growing louder and more desperate, the closer she got. And just as soon as you swirled your tongue on her clit again, her thighs clenched, making her lean forward and support herself on the headboard with her free hand.

“Yes, right there, baby!” She mewled, her grip tightening, in fear that you’ll move away. “So good…” She gasped as she reached her peak and her body stilled, allowing you to take over and bring her over the edge.

It happened quickly, her hand holding you tightly right where she needed you, as her legs shook, barely keeping her upright as she moaned out your name. It was glorious and oh so satisfying, to have you pinned underneath her as she came all over your face. Your tongue felt divine as it lapped at her, prolonging her orgasm and making her see stars. But it wasn’t enough. As much as she enjoyed it, her body alight with sensations, she needed more.

Wanda rolled to the side, before her legs decided to give out entirely and she pulled you on top of her for a brief kiss, before she was pushing against your shoulders, having you move down her body and back between her legs where you belonged. Her hands tangled with your hair once more to keep you in place and she let you eat her out, until she reached a second orgasm for the night with a strangled scream.

Fuck, this was turning her on. She felt strangely invigorated by the whole situation, knowing that you were needy, that she’ll deny you in just a while, that you’re seconds away from grinding into the mattress, just to get some relief for yourself. It was driving her wild, just thinking about it. She wanted to truly ruin you, show you how much better it is to share this with her, rather than hide, with your hand in your pants.

When she was done using your mouth, Wanda pulled you up and wrestled you, until you landed on your back, pinning you with her body in seconds and smirking down at you.

“See what you were missing, while you were touching yourself?” She asked with a grin. “If you were good, I would have been fucking you into oblivion right now.’’ She said as her eyes devoured your naked form, her hands gripping your thighs possessively. “Instead, I’ll use you like a toy.”

With a flick of her wrist, you were surrounded by magic and as you started to look around, you realized you had a strap on around your waist, proudly standing at attention and a very smug witch looking down at you.

“Look at that! So fucking big.” She admired the toy, using her hand to stroke it suggestively. “If you had been good, you would have felt every inch of it slide inside me. Now you’ll just watch me ride it.” She growled as she straddled your hips and positioned it against her entrance. “Mommy, please, I won’t do it again.” You begged pitifully, quickly realizing that she had no intention of letting you cum today. “And if you don’t, Mommy won’t have to do this to you again.” She explained with a stern tone as she slowly started to sink down on the silicone dildo. “Please, Mommy, just one. I’ll be so good, I promise.” You tried again, your voice high pitched and your eyes pleading. “Oh, honey… You wanna be good? Then take it.” She cut off your request. “You’re lucky that this is the only punishment you’re getting. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” She threatened, feeling the toy stretch her walls and filling her up deliciously.

Whatever else protests you might have had fell on deaf ears after that, Wanda entirely consumed by the pleasure. She couldn’t tell what was going on with her, she just knew that she was craving this so badly. The constant hum of arousal seemed to only grow and she couldn’t help herself but bounce on the toy with abandon as you lay beneath her and stared in awe.

“Fuck, so good!” She muttered, her eyes closing in delight, when she found the best angle.

Her breasts were bouncing in front of you, perky nipples begging to be touched and teased and your hands reached up on instinct, massaging the mounds, before you started to roll her nipples between your fingers, pulling more gasps and happy sighs from Wanda’s lips.

“Yes, baby, use those talented hands of yours. Touch me.” She encouraged, never breaking her pace. “Show Mommy how you touched yourself today. Show me what you do to your pussy.” She panted, growing breathless as she got herself closer.

Feeling bold and wanting to not only impress her, but have her fall over the edge, you used your best moves on her, your hand reaching between your bodies, your index and ring finger spreading her pussy lips open, while your middle finger found her clit and started to make small circles on it that had her hips bucking into your hand.

“Oh my…” She gasped, her movements stuttering a little at the new sensation. “Yes, keep going!”

With the way she was reacting, there was no way you’d stop, you thought to yourself, your free hand reaching up and taking hold of her waist to keep her steady. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, while you chased her orgasm just as much as she was, wanting to see her fall apart for you. You loved it when she got like this, when she only had pleasure on her mind, when she couldn’t get enough of you, even when she was sensitive and probably working herself into an overstimulating orgasm.

Overstimulated is how Wanda felt, she knew she would, from the moment she straddled your hips, but she didn’t care. In fact, it was spurring her on even more, her body shaking the closer she got. And with your skilled fingers working her over, she wouldn’t take long at all. She needed a few more thrusts, a few of those delicious circles on her clit and she was right at the edge, a throaty moan rumbling out, her walls gripping the toy tightly as she fell apart around it.

You tried to drag out her orgasm as much as you could, watching her body go through the almost painful pleasure. You thought she’d be a wreck, but she looked content, sighing happily as the last jolts of pleasure passed through her and she leaned down, allowing more of her weight to rest on you as she claimed your lips in a sweet kiss.

She held the position for a few minutes, wanting to feel full as she stole kisses and whispered praises in your ears, telling you how good you made her feel. She would sometimes grind down against the strap absent-mindedly, enjoying the little waves of pleasure that passed through her, even though she had no intention of going any further than that.

When she eventually pulled away, a wave of her hand removing the strap from around your waist, she nuzzled herself against you, sighing happily. Her hands were easily gliding over you, sending shivers through you and she smirked knowingly, but couldn’t stop herself from making her point one last time.

“How are you feeling, my love?” She asked gently. “Really horny.” You managed a response, your throat dry. “Good. Remember that feeling the next time you try to touch what’s mine.” She said with a note of finality.

* * *

The next morning you woke up with the memory of Wanda’s lesson and a fresh wave of wetness that was already smeared over your pussy and underwear and you groaned. This was ging to be a long day. Even though she bathed with you last night and made sure to help you calm down, showering you with affection, you started your day already sticky and desperate for her touch and you hurried to take a cold shower, before you joined her for breakfast.

She was kind enough not to tease you, offering you some pancakes and coffee, while the two of you spoke about what your day would look like, trying to make plans for the evening and you were grateful for the distraction. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her, you would have had your hand under your skirt before you left for work, but you wanted to be good for her. You craved to be called her good girl and to have her hands on your body, to have her skilled fingers inside you, to have her mouth on you… Damn, you were getting lost in your fantasy of her and it was barely morning.

As the day moved on, you felt your resolve break down, moment by moment, one frustration at a time, one fantasy after another. Your co-workers were driving you crazy today, always needing your help and barely leaving you any time to look after your own tasks, and when you did have time, the moment you would sit down and try to work, all you could think about was sex. It was maddening, really. How much you ended up needing it. What’s worse is that you kept remembering how easy it was to do it yesterday, or how much better it had made you feel. Everyone was clueless about it too. Well, everyone except Wanda. But you wouldn’t make the same mistake this time, right? You’ll be more careful. No… This was a bad idea. You should just work.

But the more time passed, the more the idea of it gnawed at you. It would be so easy… By the time lunch roller around, you were desperate, on edge and ready to do anything for just a little relief. So without much thought, you headed to your office, passing by Alice at the door and exchanging quick pleasantries, before you found yourself closing the door.

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Wanda had a much different day. Things were calm and she was feeling positive and even cheerful, something she even got a few teasing remarks about, which would have made her irritable on any other occasion.

As lunch came about, she thought that perhaps she should share some of those good vibes with you. She thought that leaving you wanting, as much as you deserved it, had served its purpose, so she decided to surprise you, maybe even give you a better office sex experience, than touching yourself, like you had done yesterday.

Yes, the thought was rather exciting. She could picture you already, perched up on your desk, your legs spread wide open, while she ate you out. Or her fingers in your mouth, to muffle all your delicious moans, while she made you bonce on her strap…

With that in mind, she made her way to your office building, carrying a box of take out, so she could use it as an excuse to see you. Just sharing a meal with her girlfriend. With that, she walked in, greeting the receptionist, who was used to seeing her by now and went straight to your floor of the building. She headed straight for your door, but was met by a woman, who almost cut her off, trying to talk to her.

“Hi, Wanda! Nice to see you again.” She smiled politely. “I’m Alice. We met a few months ago.” The woman explained, offering her hand for Wanda to take. “Yes, of course, Alice!” Wanda pretended to remember the woman, who looked only vaguely familiar. “How are you?” She asked, shaking the woman’s hand and trying not to dismiss her. “I’m good.” Alice replied with another brief smile. “Are you looking for Y/N? She went into her office a few minutes ago. She looked stressed.” She explained and Wanda nodded along, but her head was already elsewhere.

You were already in the perfect place and Wanda talked a little more with the woman, before watching her walk away. Wanda knocked on your door briefly, not even waiting for you to respond, before she was making her way inside. Her knock had startled you, but you had the good sense to pull your hand away from your panties and to try and straighten yourself, while you watched the familiar figure of your girlfriend walk into your office.

“Hi, baby!” You smiled, not really expecting the woman and almost cursing internally for the interruption. God, you really needed to cum. “Hi, sweetheart. I brought you lunch.” Wanda grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she walked closer, dropping the box of food on the far edge of your desk, before she made her way to your chair and straddled you. “Why do I have the feeling that you’re not here for lunch?” You responded with a cheeky grin of your own, your hands wrapping around her and pulling her even closer. Perhaps this interruption wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. “Why else would I be here?” Wanda pretended to think, her hands playing with the buttons of your shirt provocatively. “You tell me.” You challenged, trying to stay calm as she teased you. “Well, I heard you’ve been stressed and I wanted to help.” She shrugged coyly.

But instead of wasting more time, Wanda just kissed you, popping a couple of buttons, so she’d get access to your breasts, her hands massaging them softly through your bra. She slid down from your lap, easily falling to her knees and half-way under your desk, spreading your legs, so she could have what she really came for.

Your smell drove her crazy and she wasted no time in pulling your underwear aside, so she could run her tongue through your folds, moaning slightly at your taste. You were perfect, already needy, as she knew you would be and practically begging her to fuck you.

Knowing that anyone could walk in here, just as she had done, Wanda dove right in, wanting to make you feel good. She used her fingers to tease at your entrance, while her lips wrapped around your clit, drawing circles, knowing just how you liked to cum and she watched you lean back in pure satisfaction. She felt so much better than your hand and you thanked whatever goddess had brought her to you, right when you needed her most.

The exposed, public space only added to the thrill of it all and you braced yourself on the armrests, fingers digging into the leather as you started to feel your orgasm build. It was heavenly and you were just starting to relax, believing that you’ll even get to finish this time, when another knock was heard on the other end of your door.

You stiffened, your reaction making Wanda pause as well, while she looked at you with a puzzled expression. You were starting to panic, not knowing if you should ask the person to come in, or leave, but they knocked again and you quickly buttoned up your shirt, inviting them in.

“Y/N, sorry to interrupt your lunch, but can you take a quick look…” Alice started to speak, as she entered, before cutting herself off, looking around the office puzzled. “Hey, didn’t Wanda find you? She wanted to have lunch with you.” She said, a little confused and allowing you to release the breath you were holding.

You had thought that she perhaps saw something she shouldn’t, or suspected something, but the woman looked genuinely clueless.

“Ugh… Yeah… She went to the bathroom.” You stuttered out, looking around the room, but at least your lie was believable. “Oh, yeah, or course.” Alice smiled, walking closer to your desk and leaving a stack of papers on it. “Look, I know that you’re a huge supporter of the paperless initiative, but I had to print these. Can you take a look for me? Something doesn’t look right.” She asked, sitting on the chair on the opposite end of your desk.

Right underneath it, Wanda was getting increasingly bored, by the dull office conversation and she decided to give you the proper motivation to get rid of your co-worker as quickly as possible. With a sly smirk, she pulled your legs apart once more, finding her rightful place between them and pulling your panties to the side once more, so she could have access to your sweet pussy. How lucky for her that you had a skirt on today, she thought as she started to kiss your thighs, wanting to give you at least some warning, before, she dove back in.

In your spot, you could only squirm once more, taking the thick binder from your desk and looking at the million reports that Alice had printed out and compiled. This was hours of work, if not more…

“These all have mistakes in them?” You asked with a baffled expression, trying to sit still in your chair, while Wanda’s lips got closer to your pussy. “Well, not all, but some, because I’m getting some strange results…” She alluded with a confused expression.

Her response had you almost screaming, but you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself. Something you found almost impossible, when Wanda started to take, slow steady licks against your pussy again and despite how much you wanted that, you reached a hand underneath your desk, your fingers pressing on her lips and pausing her movements.

“Can we talk about this after lunch?” You looked at Alice, trying to be as neutral as possible in this situation. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled, waiting for you to say something more, but finding the silence awkward and rushing to leave. “Well, I’ll see you after lunch!” She said at the door, actually waving, before she closed it behind you and you sighed in relief as you pulled away from your desk, giving Wanda more space.

You expected your girlfriend to be happy, expecting that she’d be eager to go back to your activities, but her eyes were suspicious and dark, all the lightness in her features somehow gone, leaving you confused as to what caused it.

Wanda got up from her spot, fixing you with a glare as she took your hand in hers, bringing it up to her face and inhaling deeply and the action alone had you stiffen. She didn’t have to say a single word for you to know what she suspected, or for you to realize that she’ll come to a very unfortunate conclusion.

“So last night wasn’t enough, was it?” She asked with a deep frown on her face. “Wanda, I was just so stressed and last night you wouldn’t touch me and…” You tried to defend yourself, but it was useless. “You know that if you didn’t touch what’s mine, I wouldn’t have left you needy, baby.” Wanda explained calmly. “And if you had waited just a few minutes more, you would have been cumming in my mouth right now.” She stated simply. “But you’re just so impatient. You couldn’t help yourself, could you, darling?” She asked, as a cruel smile started to form on her face. “When that pretty pussy starts to leak, you just forget yourself, don’t you?” She teased, coming closer to you once more and dropping to her knees in front of you.

She spread your legs with a grin, her smile growing bigger as soon as she saw the mess in your panties. The visible wet spot on them was too hard to ignore and she teased a finger over it as she looked up at your confused face. You looked so cute like that. You could tell that she had something in mind, that she wouldn’t just give in and make you cum, but you couldn’t figure out how she’ll torture you just yet and the needy, hopeful, yet cautious expression you had on, was just precious.

She was almost too gentle as she continued to run her fingers over your covered pussy, spreading your wetness even more, making sure to soak through the material, knowing that you’ll have to spend the whole day like this. She wanted the constant wetness to remind you of how much fun you could have had, if you hadn’t been so impatient.

To drive her point home, Wanda spent the majority of your remaining lunch break edging you. When your panties were thoroughly ruined, she pulled them to the side once more and she happily lapped at your clit, drawing slow circles over it, as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

She made sure to keep her eyes on you as she did it, wanting to remember each whine from frustration, each strangled moan, every small movement that you made, while you writhed underneath her, begging her to let you cum. Truly, you were beautiful like this and if it wasn’t for her limited time, she would have spent hours doing just this. When she only had a few minutes left, she finally pulled out of you and put your panties where they were, the cold wetness of the material causing you to flinch slightly.

“Oh God, Wanda, please don’t leave me like that.” You begged, as you watched her get up from the floor and straighten herself up. “Ugh, you are so delicious, honey.” She said as she licked her fingers clean playfully. “Speaking of delicious, the take-out I brought for lunch should be amazing. We should eat before it gets cold.” She said happily, cutting off any protests you might have had about the situation and sitting across from you, so the two of you could eat.

You groaned in frustration, but tried not to say anything, hoping to win her good favour.

The take-out ended up being really good, just as she had promised and she tried to distract you and let you calm down, before it was time for her to leave and get on with her day.

When you watched her leave your office with a final kiss to your lips and way too much sway in her hips, you leaned back in your chair, groaning, when your eyes landed on the massive folder Alice had brought you. The woman was crazy if she thought that you’ll do her work for her, you thought to yourself and you tried to pull yourself together, while you called her in your office, preparing for yet another long day.

Surprisingly, you managed to get home early that day. Perhaps it was the frustration, or maybe it was your eagerness to see Wanda again, but you clocked out as soon as your work time was over and you rushed through the door, happy to find your girlfriend already waiting for you.

She smirked knowingly, when she watched you take a shower just as soon as you were done hugging her, happy to be rid of your stuffy work suit and wet panties, but she said nothing.

The two of you started to work on dinner together, talking about your days and things you needed for the house, making a grocery list as you went through the fridge. Afternoons and evening with your girlfriend were always your favourite time of the day.

When dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, movie night long behind you, you found yourself being dragged into your bedroom, your comfy home clothes pulled from your body, to leave you bare in front of Wanda’s hungry gaze.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” She said seductively, as she pulled you closer to her body and helped you undress her with your shaky hands. “Unlike you, my darling, I’ve been very patient.” She pointed out, reminding you of your earlier transgression. “And I want my reward.” She stated bluntly, walking backwards towards the bed and pulling you with her, when she allowed herself to fall on the soft mattress. “It would be my pleasure.” You smirked, loving the chance to be able to please her.

Wanda had you between her legs in no time. She held your hand, while your tongue traced delicious circles and figure-eights on her clit, fingers interlaced together as she enjoyed the pleasure that built and grew within her. Fuck, you were so good with your mouth and so happy to take your time with it too. You savoured her taste, dipping your tongue inside her, lapping up all her juices, before you went back to her clit and she loved it. Loved that you didn’t rush her at all.

When she couldn’t wait a second longer, her free hand grabbed at your hair, pulling you where she wanted you most, incoherent praises falling from her lips as she got closer to her edge.

“More, baby. Yes!” She moaned, when you found the perfect spot, her back arching and her head falling back in delight.

As she finally came with a strangled cry, she pulled you even closer, cutting off your air, as she writhed in pleasure, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted her to feel good. And she really did. All the built up tension from the day, all the excitement, all the wonderful things you were doing to her, finally culminated in one long, mind-blowing orgasm and she screamed as she rode it out on your tongue, refusing to let you go, until it became too much for her to handle.

As soon as you pulled away from her pussy, Wanda knew that this wasn’t going to be enough. She’s not quite sure why, but every time she denies you, her body starts to feel on fire. And she had every intention of denying you tonight. She didn’t want to be cruel to you, she loved making you cum more than you could ever know, but she wasn’t going to let you think that you can go around breaking her rules. Your pussy was off limits to anyone but her and she was going to teach you that lesson. She was going to edge and deny you, until you learned. And there was no harm in indulging herself while she did it, right? And she knew just how to rile you up, while she’s at it.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you.” She cursed as she took a breath, trying to recover. “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough. I want you inside me. Think you can do that?” She asked breathlessly, sitting up against the pillows. “But if I’m going to be full, I think you should be too.” She said with a mischievous smile.

Before you could ask what she meant, her fingers started to glow red, the tendrils of her magic coming together and focusing on her palm, until they formed a little jewelled butt plug. She held it up for you to inspect, your curious eyes tracing the object.

“Come settle on my lap, baby. I want to put it in.” She patted her thighs, signalling for you to lay across them.

It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to use such toys. She loved that you let her have all your holes. She loved having you full, making you feel her control, feel her stretching you out, even when she was on the receiving end of the strap. Even on her back, she was always in charge.

When you lay across her lap, exhaling a shaky breath of excitement, you felt her reach over to the nightstand, so she could grab a bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount, chuckling when you hissed from the cold and she used a single finger to spread it over your puckered hole and gently work you open.

She loved doing this oh so slowly, knowing how worked up you got, how much it turned you on to feel her probe your asshole, but never fully penetrate it. Not until she deemed you ready, of course. She took her time telling you how hot you look like that, all vulnerable and open for her, your thighs trying to grind against her in an empty attempt to find some relief from the growing arousal. Not that she’d let you find true relief, but it was fun watching you try.

“Please, put it inside me already!” You finally begged, pushing up your ass against her probing finger, trying to get her in deeper.

Now that was a true delight. You must have been so worked up if you begged so openly. But that didn’t stop her from letting you fuck yourself on her finger a little longer, watching the way she slid in and out with ease, listening to your beautiful moans and whimpers as you finally took it in all the way. Fuck, you were so tight and warm. She could only imagine how good it would feel to actually fuck your cute little ass. That was definitely an idea she would have to remember to try another time.

“You want me to put the plug inside you, baby?” She asked, taking her finger away and watching your hole wink at her. “Yes, please, Mommy.” You nodded, trying to look back at her with pleading eyes. “Well, if you insist…” She smirked wickedly, taking the toy she had purposefully left in your line of vision, so it could be a constant reminder of what was coming next and squirting some lube on it, before she lined it with your asshole.

The first contact with the cool metal made you gasp, yet you still pushed up against it in anticipation. You could feel the stretch from it, as you took it in a bit deeper, even more eager to finally have it slide all the way in.

When your knees got weak, Wanda helps you, running a soothing hand up and down your back as she starts to put some pressure on the jewelled base, working it inside you slowly and smirking as your asshole swallows it up. The widest part of it stretched you deliciously, she could see it and she let you take it in slowly, until it finally sunk in and you both moaned in unison.

“Such a good girl, baby.” She praised, kneading your ass cheeks while she gave you some time to adjust to the feeling of being full. “You always take me so fucking well.”

You could hear the way her voice trembled, feel how excited she was, just seeing you like this and it made you even more eager to finally be allowed to have your hands on her. With that in mind, you got up from her lap, testing the feeling of the plug as you moved, feeling your body get more and more comfortable with it.

“Yes, I do.” You smiled proudly. “And if I remember correctly, you said something about wanting me inside you?” You feigned innocence.

Instead of a verbal response, you saw Wanda’s magic swirl in the air, tendrils of it wrapping around you and making your skin tingle as a strap-on appeared around your waist and Wanda’s favorite red dildo stood proudly at attention.

She pulled you closer to her, her hand wrapping around the dildo suggestively, while she kissed you. You looked so damn hot wearing her strap, all eager to fuck her and with the time she had to prep you, getting to stretch your ass open really had her pussy dripping.

“Go on, baby girl, show me how much you want to please Mommy.” She whispered against your ear.

The provocative words sprung you into action and you hurried to lay her down on the mattress and lined the dildo with her opening. She looked so damn wet already, but you took your time to tease the cock-head over her folds, just to drive her crazy.

“Don’t tease, honey. You know Mommy doesn’t like to be made to wait.” She reminded with an edge of warning to her voice.

You were more than happy to oblige her, pushing in just the head and watching it stretch her out, before it sunk in even deeper. She wouldn’t let you stop, her hands pulling you closer, until you had bottomed out and she was firmly pressed against you and scratching your back. You could feel the plug with every small movement of your body, the stimulation exhilarating and intensely arousing. Even now you could feel your wetness smearing on your thighs. The strap was putting pressure on your clit too and you started to move your hips slowly on instinct, chasing the pleasurable feeling and doing your best to take Wanda along for the ride.

By God, she was having fun. She kept thinking about the little plug in your ass and how it was probably driving you out of your skin with need and she really wished she could see you from the back, see the way your body moved as you fucked into her. She would certainly remember to do that for another time. But for now she just wanted to enjoy herself.

You were building up your pace, hitting all the perfect spots as you kissed her neck and shoulders and she was loving it. It didn’t take long at all to feel another orgasm growing. She could see you were getting closer too, your breathing going irregular and shallow, your pants growing into moans as you thrust inside her. Fuck, this was hot. She could only imagine how delectable it would be, if you could feel her. But you’d have to earn the privilege to come inside her. For now, pleasing her was all you deserved.

“Use your fingers too, baby.” Wanda encouraged breathlessly. “It’s those talented fingers that got you in so much trouble, it’s only right you use them to make it up to me.”

The memory of your earlier transgression was enough to have you working twice as hard to make her cum, your hand reaching between your bodies, so you can give her exactly what she wanted. Combined with the deep thrusts inside her, she was close and she could see how much you struggled to keep it up, pleasure starting to overpower you as well.

It was wicked, truly, and Wanda loved it. She was delighted to see her punishment working so perfectly and the knowledge that you’ll watch her cum, while you were left untouched is what finally pushed her over the edge. Her nails were digging into your back, her moans filling your ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure, were just the perfect way to end this evening and you hoped to be able to join her, but you couldn’t quite get there, your hips eventually stilling, so she could rest.

When she eventually recovered, you tried to pull out, but she held you close.

“Shhh, stay like that, baby.” She whispered in your ear. “I want to feel you.”

Wanda cuddled you gently, letting your head reast on her chest, as she hummed soft tunes, of songs you’d never known. One of her hands was busy running up and down your back, sometimes stroking your hair softly to soothe you, while the other played absentmindedly with the little butt plug she still had nestled inside you. She traced the little gem with the pads of her fingers, sometimes lightly pressing on it to drive it deeper.

She loved the intimacy of the moment so much, loved how vulnerable you were, how much you trusted her to take care of you. God, this was better than she ever hoped it could be. She shushed your soft whimpers with sweet praises and even sweeter kisses, making sure to stop your slow grinding, whenever the neediness inside you started to feel unbearable, calming your mind and body, until you were fully relaxed against her.

“My darling girl.” She whispered softly, when you were finally asleep in her arms. “I’m sure you’ll be such a good girl for me tomorrow.” She said as her own eyelids started to flutter closed.

* * *

The next day came and went in a blur. You were busy from the second you walked into the office and despite the stress and frustration, the constant wetness between your legs was just the type of reminder you needed that you shouldn’t make the mistakes of the previous days. Wanda would take care of you, she would give you everything you need, you just had to be a little patient.

It's the type of lesson she tried to drill into you and you were determined to finally be allowed to enjoy your girlfriend’s touch. Eager for it, you left work the second you finished and you rushed home, only to find your house empty. Wanda was running late. Something that disappointed you deeply, but you reigned it in, deciding to start dinner, in order to surprise you. She always took such good care of you. It was only right.

When everything was ready and the table set, you started to get a little impatient and you texted her, just to check in and was pleasantly surprised, when she told you that she had left you a little surprise in your bedroom.

Excitedly you ran up the stairs, opening the door to your bedroom to find the bed perfectly made and a beautiful gift box on top of it. Giddily, you pulled the bow undone and opened the lid, only to find a gorgeous lingerie set in it and a card, written in her handwriting.

“I can’t wait to take this off of you tonight.” You read, smiling at the little heart she had drawn and taking out the set she had left for you.

It was truly gorgeous and you admired her choice, before you started to undress. You went and took a nice shower first, wanting to feel fresh and clean for her, before you started to put on the underwear and you looked at yourself in the mirror with admiration. It fit you perfectly and you wondered how she got your size right, before you took a suggestive picture of yourself in the mirror and sent it to her, solely to tease her. God, you couldn’t wait for her to be back.

You wondered how you should greet her, different scenarios passing through your head and making you feel even more needy and impatient for her return. You kept picturing how she’ll walk through the door of your bedroom and see you splayed across the mattress, wearing nothing but her gift and how she’ll spend the rest of the night ravaging you in every way she knew how. You certainly needed it.

The more you thought about it, the hornier you got, your hands wandering over your body mindlessly, while you pictured her in nothing but her favorite strap, pounding into you from behind. You could practically hear her voice as she spoke the filthiest things in your ear, always happy to tell you everything she’ll do to you, because she knew it drove you crazy.

Before you could think about it, your hand had sneaked into the lacy red panties Wanda had left for you, your fingers starting to circle your clit lightly. God, it was heavenly, to finally feel relief from the endless throbbing between your legs. And you weren’t going to make yourself cum. You were just getting yourself ready for Wanda. There was no harm in that, right?

The slamming of your bedroom door and an angry witch staring you down, quickly told you that she disagreed. It had been maybe 10 minutes since you were lost in your little fantasy, when she had come home, to see that you had made her dinner. She smiled fondly, seeing how well you set the table and she was even more eager to find you and give you a proper thank you for all your efforts, but quickly grew disappointed when she opened your bedroom door, only to see you touching yourself yet again.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed, startled, hurrying to pull your hand away from your pussy, but she had already seen you. “You have no idea how close you came to getting what you wanted…” She practically growled, as she stalked towards you. “And you just had to ruin it.” “No! It’s not like that!” You tried to defend. “I was just… Getting ready… I wasn’t going to cum! I swear!” You tried to defend yourself.

Wanda had crawled onto the bed like a predator, your squirming body turning her even more infuriated. Damn, she had such big plans for you, she wanted to make you feel so good tonight, wanted to take care of you and give you the pleasure she knew you were missing. And she knew you held out all day, so why did you have to ruin it at the last minute. Your impatience was really starting to bother her. But she was going to correct that, no matter how long it took. She could be a patient woman, if it meant you’ll learn.

“You were just warming yourself up for me, huh?” She asked condescendingly. “Getting that pussy ready?”

She was looming over you, eyes dark and predatory as she waited for you to say something as if it would make any difference.

“Yes.” You managed a weak nod, your eyes imploring and sincere, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter if you broke her rule a little, or if you had went all the way. “How thoughtful of you… ” She snarled down at you, pulling your wet panties to the side, so she could have a better view of your pussy. “You wanna see what Mommy had prepared for you?” She asked, already starting to pull down her pants. Her boxers were next, but you didn’t need them removed to know what was underneath. She had a strap on. Your favorite. She was going to give it to you too. Fuck you nice and deep with it… Before she realized you had disobeyed her.

Wanda tossed her boxers on the floor, leaving the strap on display and running the tip of the dildo over your wet folds. You had started to drip even more and from your position you could see her sliding her cock over your pussy lips suggestively, imitating the way she would fuck you, without giving you a single touch, leaving you mesmerized.

It was only when she had made it nice and wet with your juices, that she pulled away, but not before she slapped your pussy with the heavy toy. She pulled away from you and you instantly missed the comfort of her warmth and her touch, but she didn’t let you wait for long. She settled against the headboard and she patted her thighs, asking you to take off your ruined panties and straddle her legs, facing her.

Wanda pulled you in another deep kiss, her hands on your waist, so she could guide your movements against her. She could already feel your juices leaking out of you and dripping on her bare thighs and the thought of making you this needy drove her crazy. She could never quite believe the effect she had on you.

“I love that pretty pussy.” She mused. “If only you were good today, I would have played with it more.” She teased, as she ran her fingers through your folds and covered them with your wetness. “But since you’ve been bad… Mommy has to settle for your ass instead.” She whispered against your ear.

One of her hands pulled you flush against her, kissing your neck and making sure that you’re firmly pressed into her body, while the other reached around, her fingers tracing patterns on your ass cheeks. You couldn’t help but gasp at the thought alone, but her touch… Oh, that sent shivers down your spine.

Wanda was the first to ever take your tighter hole, the first person you trusted to be careful and to take things at your pace and she had shown you just how wonderful of an experience it could be. She made it feel special, made you feel cherished, she showed you that it’s an act of intimacy. Because of that, you felt more confident to explore this part of your sexuality and you knew she’ll always make you feel good and you knew tonight won’t be an exception.

“It’s yours Mommy.” You nodded into her neck.

You could feel the gentle smile that adorned her features and you nuzzled even more into her, clinging to her as she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some on her fingers, before she started to massage your hole. She took it slowly, oh so carefully, teasing fingers running circles there over and over again, making the ring of muscle relax.

When she knew you were ready, a slender finger started to probe there. Just the tip would enter you, before she pulled out, allowing you to get used to the intrusion. God, it was maddening. You loved it, you did, it felt so good when she took you like this, but it was your pussy that craved her and you desperately wished that she would give you at least some stimulation there, but alas, she was having none of it. She wouldn’t let you grind against her, no matter how badly you needed to. She held you firmly in place as her finger sunk in deeper, the intimacy of it so overwhelming, when she held you so lovingly, that you practically melted in her hands.

It took a few minutes, before she dared to sink in entirely, but she knew it was worth it, when she heard the low gasp, when you felt her knuckles. Her fingers were all slippery and wet from the lube and the one she used slid so easily in and out of you, while her free hand moved up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” She gasped in your ear. “Mommy’s precious girl.” She mused. “Do you like it when Mommy plays with your ass, honey?” She asked softly.

You could only hum in response, your mind feeling more submissive by the second. That one finger she used to stretch you felt both so good and not nearly enough, even when it was all the way inside you. But Wanda had no intention of rushing this. Her ministrations were slow and tender, drawing out each small movement, so she could turn it into pleasure. And God, were you loving it. Your pussy dripped with juices and they smeared across your thighs and hers, but she didn’t care. She loved it more, knowing how badly you needed her.

“I bet you wish Mommy’s fingers were inside your sweet little pussy instead, isn’t that right? But bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?” She teased. “Don’t you wish you were good now, my love? Don’t you wish you had waited for Mommy to come home, so she could be treating you to a nice orgasm?” “Yes, Mommy.” You whined in her neck, your hips canting into her, to find some pressure. “Mmmm… But your ass feels just as good, my darling. So nice and tight. I should play with it more often. Stretch it out on my cock, since your pussy doesn’t deserve to be played with.” She teased you again, pulling her finger almost all the way out, before she started sliding back in.

The minutes stretched as she continued her gentle torture, building the arousal within you to new levels and pushing you even further into subspace. Your body was on fire with every small movement she made, every caress, every teasing comment, yet it was somehow calming. You were hers, in every way, and everything she did only solidified that feeling. You wanted her to continue, to touch you and claim you, even if it meant she wouldn’t let you cum. It was still gloriously good to have her inside you.

When one finger wasn’t enough, she pushed in a second, the stretch pulling out a gasp from you that quickly turned to a moan, as you fully melted into her once again. Her embrace was like a warm blanket, her scent filled you with serenity and her voice soothed you into a space of pure bliss and that slow, deep thrusting of her fingers only made it better.

As your legs started to shake, the pleasure of the moment overwhelming, Wanda knew that she had two choices. She could stop, help you wind down for the night, knowing that you’ll need her more than ever, or she could give in and finally help with that ache between your legs. In the back of her head she wanted to stay strong and deny you, as she had done the other nights, but she couldn’t this time. She was listening to your thoughts, looking for any discomfort, but she found none. All you thought about was her. Pleasing her, being good for her, being her sweet girl and it melted all her resolve. She just couldn’t deny you. Not this time.

At first, you barely registered, when her fingers pulled out of your asshole and paused their ministrations and she waited for you to pull away from the crook of her neck before she kissed your face softly and greeted you with a smile.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She praised. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, you know that? Mommy’s so proud of you. You’re just the best girl in the world, isn’t that right?”

You barely nodded for her, clinging to her and almost leaning back down on her shoulder, so you could nuzzle your face, where it had been, but Wanda pulled you away softly.

“My pretty girl deserves a nice reward.” She said, lifting you enough to be able to help you lie down on your back. “When you’re this good Mommy just can’t hep herself. I just want to make you feel so good. Do you want that, baby? For Mommy to make you feel good?” “Please.” You looked up at her with hopeful eyes, nodding your head. “Of course, my darling. You just lie back. Mommy will take such good care of you.” She promised sweetly.

Wanda claimed your lips in a passionate, tender kiss, before she started to descend your body. And in an uncharacteristic manner, she even skipped the usual teasing she’s put you through, before she gave you what you wanted. You had taken quite a lot for her tonight and you deserved the treat, so she quickly settled between your legs, the sight of your messy pussy leaving her practically breathless. She knew you were drenched, she still had the evidence of it on her thighs, but the sight of it was something else entirely.

“My God, baby, you’re so wet. I’ve never seen you this wet before.” She gasped. “But I’ll make it better, I promise.”

She licked across your pussy experimentally, the taste of you awakening a familiar hunger that only intensified, when she watched your clit twitch in anticipation. Now that was something she could never resist. So she quickly wrapped her lips around your clit, tongue swirling in circles and figure-eights that had you moaning underneath her.

“Mommy!” You moaned, more desperate than she’s ever heard you and it only made her work harder.

She held your thighs open as she licked up your essence and savoured your pleasured cries, building you up in minutes, just like she knew she would. With how worked up she’s gotten you, it was almost too easy. But she loved that too.

When you reached your edge, fingers tangled in her hair and holding her, afraid she’ll pull away, she almost chuckled. You were so eager. She contemplated teasing you a little, maybe edging you, but she took mercy on you, helping you to fall of the edge and ride out your orgasm on her tongue.

As the first wave of pleasure hit you, you practically screamed, moans and gasps filling the room as each wave brough with it more extasy than the last. Intense and unyielding, it took over your entire body, until nothing remained. Just her and what she was doing to you.

You thought that once your done, she’ll pull away, but she only chuckled against your pussy, her tongue continuing its assault on your clit. You tried to push her away, to ask her to stop, but you could only moan, until even the overstimulation morphed into pleasure and she had you writhing for her once more.

“Mommy!” You squirmed. “I need more, please. Need you inside me.” You pleaded. “Of course, honey.” She smiled knowingly, her clean hand removing itself from its spot on your thigh, but you stopped her quickly. “No… Not there.” You pouted, not sure how to ask for what you wanted. “No?” She smiled knowingly, unable to pass up the opportunity to tease you at least a little. “Then where?” She asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. “Do you need me back in your ass, honey? Is that where you want my fingers? You want me to stretch your sweet little hole again?”

You could only nod, feeling the blood rush into your face and turn your cheeks pink. But Wanda didn’t mind. She loved when you got all shy.

She reached for the bottle of lube once more, wanting to make sure that you’ll be comfortable and she squirted some on her fingers, rubbing the substance on your asshole with slow ministrations. She adored that she could look in your eyes this time, to watch your facial expressions as she entered you. You were a masterpiece. Hauntingly beautiful and all hers and for a moment she forgot herself in the moment, just moving in and out of you slowly, until your pleading eyes reminded her that she promised you so much more.

One finger became two, before her mouth returned back to your clit and you gasped out in pleasure, your hands fisting the sheets and your back arching from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” You muttered. “Please, don’t stop.”

But Wanda had no intention of stopping. She wanted to see you fall apart underneath her and she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen. And she knew that with how intense that feeling was, you wouldn’t take long either. You never could hold out, when she filled your tighter hole.

Her mouth returned back to your clit, starting out slow and letting you get used to the feeling, before she moved faster, added more pressure with her tongue, before she drove her fingers deeper inside you. She had you arching your back and desperately clawing at the sheets in minutes, reaching the edge with strangled little cries and a string of “Yes, right there!” and desperate pleas for her to continue. It was spectacular to watch really, and she hoped she could admire you more, but with a few more flicks of her tongue you were thrown over the edge and into an earth-shattering orgasm and Wanda focused on letting you ride it out, helping you through it as you writhed in pleasure.

The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, every muscle in your body tightening, every nerve ending aflame. It started from the pit of your stomach and it spread, all-consuming and so utterly satisfying. It felt so good, Wanda had to hold you down with her free hand, just so she can keep the stimulation going, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible.

When it eventually became too much, she pulled away, letting you catch your breath and relax, as she held you. She gave you a few minutes to wind down from it, before she helped you up and guided you to the bathroom, helping you clean up and shower, kissing and cuddling you every chance she got.

She spent the rest of the night pampering you like a princess, drying you with a fluffy towel and leading you to the kitchen, so the two of you could have dinner, even if a late one, she held you while you watched a movie together, playing with your hair and letting you nuzzle into her, beaming proudly at how good you had been for her.

* * *

Your next day started surprisingly calmly and Wanda was a huge part of that. She made you coffee and breakfast and brought them to bed for you, something she usually wouldn’t do, but for today she could make an exception.

She drove you to work with a smile on her face, the two of you talking the entire way and she promised to also pick you up, when you’re done, not wanting you to do a single thing. She wanted to coddle you.

But her loving intentions were quickly thwarted by the rest of your co-workers. Everything was tense at work, people were on edge and they needed you more than ever, so by lunch time, you already had to call her and ask her to come in much later. At least she understood. She always did. And it just reminded you how lucky you are to have her.

Wanda, on the other hand, came home at her usual hours and was greeted by an empty house. She tried to busy herself with some household chores, just to distract herself, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t in the mood for chores. She wanted to spend her time with you. She wanted to give you a nice, romantic evening. Last night had been such a treat and she wanted more of that, wanted to see you in that subby space again, wanted to take her time to explore you, to build you up, to make you really feel her, feel her love for you, feel her deep longing for you and the knowledge that you were so far away from her and her embrace was driving her crazy… So much so, that she eventually decided that your work won’t get in the way of her plans. Everything else be damned, you were her girl first and everything else second.

With that in mind she packed a small bag, passed by your favorite restaurant for take-out and she made her way to your office. By the time she arrived, most of the building was already dark, just your floor and a couple others still had their lights on and that only strengthened her resolve. You shouldn’t be working at such a late hour, you should be at home, letting her spoil you, the way she wanted to.

Exiting the elevator at your floor made her shiver. It looked so surreal and kind of wrong, with the ugly fluorescent lights and the empty cubicles and she hurried to make her way to your office.

Knocking on your door and entering your space settled her nerves a little. Seeing your pretty face always made everything brighter and she made her way to you with a sway to her hips.

“Wanda!” You smiled, getting up to greet her. “Hi, my darling. I missed you.” She said with a pout. “You work too much.” “I’m sorry, love.” You apologized, pulling her further into your office. “I’ll make it up to you this weekend. I promise.” “How about you make it up to me right now?” She suggested, lifting the bag of take out. “Have dinner with me?”

You could never refuse your girlfriend, you were very well aware of that, so you didn’t even try to protest, helping her take out the boxes of food from their bag and letting her place a few candles on your desk. She lit them with her magic, making you smile and blush at how charming she could be and you allowed yourself to be swallowed by her magnetic presence, falling into a conversation with her, all your work forgotten.

When you finished your dessert, sharing a delightful tiramisu, that Wanda fed you one spoon at a time, you thought that she’ll take you home, but you were surprised to see her get up from her spot and settle into your lap with a mischievous smile.

“You know… Yesterday we got interrupted really rudely.” She started. “And, of course, you were naughty, so you didn’t deserve to have any fun… But maybe tonight we can have some fun together.” She suggested. “I’ve always wanted to take you right on your desk.” She whispered in your ear, like she was telling you a secret. “Wanda…” You murmured against her. In the back of your head, your thoughts were telling you that you were still in a public space, even if seemingly almost everyone had left… And this was your place of work… But her lips on yours felt so good, that even those thoughts of warning fizzled away when her hands started to unbutton your shirt. “You always look so damn hot in your work suits, baby.” She continued her assault, nimble fingers pulling your shirt out of your skirt and dragging it down your shoulders, revealing a lacy bra. “What if someone sees us?” You gasped, feeling her hot breath on your neck. “Let them. I want them to see who you belong to.” She practically growled, biting into your neck and then soothing it with her tongue.

A surge of possessiveness washed over Wanda at her own words, countless reminders of such instances flashed before her eyes and made her blood boil with annoyance. A feeling that was wholly unwelcome, because it conflicted with the tender appreciation she wanted to show you tonight. This was meant to be a romantic night, full of gentle devotion and careful adoration, but damn, she wanted something different now. The beautiful, sweet feelings she had for you were still there, but were mixed with this craving to claim you, to own you, to dirty you up and show you that no one else will ever be able to give you what she can.

Wanda pulled you out of your chair, her strong hands circling your waist and moving lower, cupping your ass in the tight pencil skirt you wore and squeezing the cheeks. Fuck, you felt good. Nice and firm in her hands and so eager to let her do anything to you.

She pulled up your skirt with a swift motion, letting it bunch up around your waist and revealing the matching lacy panties you wore.

“So beautiful.” Wanda mused, eyeing you slowly. “I could eat you alive.” She growled, grabbing you and pushing you against your desk, effortlessly bending you over it, so she could have a better view.

In a moment of pure arousal, she kicked your feet apart, hearing you gasp at the action and steadying yourself against the desk, while Wanda played with your panties suggestively. They were starting to get covered in your wetness, while you kept pushing back against her hand, offering yourself to her so shamelessly.

She chuckled at your neediness, pressing herself against you, letting you feel the bulge in her pants, just to tease you. But she wouldn’t just give it to you. Not so easily. She wanted to play with you first. It was maddening how quickly her emotions switched. She wanted to make love to you and ravage you at the same time and she just couldn’t chose which one she’ll do.

So she settled on teasing you. Falling to her knees behind you and taking hold of your hips, so she could keep them open, while she leaned in, letting her tongue run a long, wet line, across your panties. The wet fabric held some of the delicate taste she was hoping to get to the source of, but she was in no hurry. Licking your cute pussy through your panties really seemed to rile you up and she had to hold you in place to continue her little game, while you tried to push back against her.

“Please, I need you.” You finally begged, face pressed on the cold surface of your desk. “You need me, huh?” She chuckled from behind you, getting back up and rubbing her bulge on your backside. “All right then.” She agreed, breathless with anticipation. “Take those panties off.” She instructed.

Wanda watched you pull the wet fabric down your legs, while she unbuttoned her pants and pulled out her strap. She had already enchanted it and she had spent the previous minutes with the feeling of it twitching to be set free and the sight of your drenched pussy almost made her lose all her control.

She pulled you up by your hair, pressing you against her with one hand, while the other held her cock and ran it up and down your wet slit, collecting your juices. You were both panting, both so needy, that she wasn’t surprised, when you tried to get her to slide inside you, but this time she indulged you. She held her strap steady against you and watched it slide into your pussy. You were practically impaling yourself on her, your pussy squeezing her cock tightly and taking it as deep as it could go.

Intrigued by it, she let you move against her, letting you pick your own pace. You looked so damn hot doing it too. Your ass hitting her front and bouncing off of it, while your pussy swallowed her strap. She was mesmerised by it. Her eyes glued to the way you were fucking yourself on her. Your pretty ass was bouncing so cutely off of her and it reminded her of last night, of the way it swallowed her fingers, the way she was sliding in and out of your tight little hole and turning you into a mess. Fuck, that’s exactly what she wanted right now too.

Once she had realized what she was missing, she couldn’t ignore it a second longer and she stilled your movements, burying herself as deep as possible, before she moved your hair to the side, nuzzling her face against your neck and your ear.

“Fuck, baby!” She gasped, her breaths ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me. What the sight of your cute ass bouncing off of me does… I can’t stop thinking about it. How good it felt to be inside it. How well it took my fingers last night.” She whimpered, your walls pulsing with arousal around her. “I want to be inside it again, baby.” She added in a whisper, kissing your heated skin and running her hands over your breasts, massaging them through the bra. “Will you let me fuck your ass?” She asked, feeling another twitch of excitement, your walls clamping around her cock. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, you’ll see. Just let me be inside.”

Hearing Wanda beg so openly was a rare occasion. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever heard her this desperate for anything. She usually took what she wanted, it’s what you both liked. But this time was different and you had to admit that you were loving it. Her desperation fed your own and after just a few seconds, you found yourself agreeing, your head nodding happily to her request.

“Yeah?” She asked, amazement and excitement clear in her voice. “You want that too, baby?” “Yeah.” You managed, your voice hoarse. “Fuck, thank you!” She whispered behind you, placing soft kisses on your neck once more. Her hips were moving on their own, rutting into you and she found herself almost cumming at the thought of fucking your ass alone. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, baby!”

Before she could actually spill her cum and ruin the moment, she pulled out, her cock throbbing with need. God, she wanted to fill you up. She was mere seconds away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Wanda summoned her magic, a bottle of lube appearing in her hand. She laid you back down on the desk, running a soothing hand over your back, before she spread your ass cheeks and squirted a generous amount of the liquid over your puckered hole. The coldness made you hiss, but she soothed you once again, teasing fingers spreading it over your hole, until it warmed up and you relaxed under her touch.

When she knew you were ready for her, she started spreading lube over her cock as well, wanting this to feel comfortable, when she realized that the dildo she had chosen, even if one of your favourites, might be a bit too big for your tighter hole and she used her magic to adjust the size. She felt bad having to do it, almost whining at seeing it shrink, even if she mostly adjusted the width, but she knew it would be far more comfortable this way and she stroked it a few times, to get it well coated in lube, before she lined it with your asshole.

She teased your hole with the tip of her cock, giving you a chance to back out of it, but you did no such thing. In fact, you tried to press yourself against her, trying to get her to put it in you already. All her teasing, her touch, her kisses had you just as wound up as she was and you needed something, or you were going to explode.

“Mommy, fuck me already!” You begged. “I want you inside me, please. Your cock feels so good.” “Anything for you, baby girl.” Wanda smirked.

She pressed herself more against you, watching the ring of muscle open up and stretch around her tip, tighter and more overwhelmingly good than anything she’d ever felt. She was so tempted to just fill you up to the brim, barely holding herself back.

Despite the unbearable pleasure, she let you take over, allowing you to take her in for the first time, entirely at your pace. She watched her cock sink in, inch by inch, engulfed by the tightness and the warmth of your ass, until you reached the base of her strap with a strangled moan and a shiver that ran down your spine.

Lifting you off of the desk and pressing you against her again, Wanda stayed still. One hand wrapped around your middle held you close, while the other removed the strands of hair from your face. She showered you with kisses and quiet praises, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of her stretching you out.

“God, you’re so good for me, baby.” She gasped, kissing your flushed cheeks. “Mommy’s best girl.”

When you were ready, she slowly started to pull out, one of her hands reaching down and finding your clit, so she could start rubbing gentle circles on it, helping you relax and feel good. Your wetness was practically dripping on the floor beneath you, your folds drenched, just from this and she knew you were feeling just as good as she was.

Her rhythm remained slow and steady, almost sensual in the way she fucked you. She had come to make love to you after all and she intended to do just that. It didn’t really matter which hole she took, she still wanted to make love to you, so her thrusts were gentle and deep, her hands tender, her kisses full of her passion and devotion.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” She gasped, kissing your cheek and jaw. “So beautiful with my cock deep in your ass.” She continued. “If only you knew how good you feel around me, baby girl. Gripping me so tightly.” She moaned in your ear, barely even moving. She was almost humping you, hardly pulling out, before she drove her hips forward again and it felt sensational. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Messy hair and glazed eyes, lips all read from my kisses, your pretty body on display… Taking me from the back and loving it…”

At this point you could hardly hear her words, your mind going blank. All you could do was take it. She was driving you crazy. The slow, careful way she handled you was almost reminiscent of the way she made love to your pussy. On the nights when she wanted to make you feel adored and loved, she did it like this, keeping you full and fucking into you sensually. But your pussy was so empty, and her cock was so deep in your asshole, yet the way she did it felt so damn good, her fingers bringing you to the edge.

“Mommy!” You cried out for her, completely forgetting where you are. “Shh, honey, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Look at the way your legs shake.” She spoke soothingly. “Mommy is close too. We should come together, baby.” She said in a whisper. “I want to feel you come with my cock deep in your ass.”

And that’s all it took. With a few more circles over your clit, you came, your pussy clenching around nothing, yet you felt so full. Your tighter hole was filled to the brim, Wanda’s hot cum spilling inside it, while you felt the first wave of pleasure start to wash over you. It was new, yet so powerful, that it shook your entire being. And it only got better. Each wave of pleasure more powerful than the last, washing over you again and again, until you were fully spent. Only Wanda’s hands kept you up and you were grateful that she had you firmly pressed into her, otherwise, you would have fallen.

As soon as Wanda felt you coming, your clit twitching beneath her fingers and your asshole pulsing around her cock, she let go, spurts of white filling you up as she rutted into you, prolonging her pleasure for as long as she could and only stopping when you were both spent.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” You chuckled, bringing her back to reality. “You have no idea.” She breathed, nuzzling her face into you. “We should get going. God only knows who heard us. I’m afraid security will barge in any second.” You almost laughed. You tried to pull away from her, her cock still nestled inside you, but she kept you in place. “Not just yet.” She whispered. “We don’t want all that cum to go to waste, do we?” She asked suggestively. “We can’t have that.” You shook your head in understanding, already knowing what would come next. “No, we can’t.” Wanda confirmed, laying you against the desk again, so you’d be more comfortable.

She used her magic to summon your favorite plug, lubing it up quickly, before she started to pull out. She pressed the tip of it against you immediately, her eyes sparkling as she watched your tight muscle stretch for her once again, swallowing the plug and nestling snugly against you.

“There. Now you’re perfect.” Wanda mused, helping you up and kissing you deeply and you just knew, that there was so much more in store for you that night. ____________________________________________________ If you liked this story and you want more, please visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!

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You Make Me Feel

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: At 49 years old, Larissa Weems is the principal of Nevermore Academy - a successful career woman whose dominating energy demands respect from everyone she comes into contact with. She is also a virgin. What happens when she finally meets someone who wants to have sex (and so much more) with her?

Words: ~6.6 | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: virgin!Larissa, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, nsfw (sickeningly sweet smut) - cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

A/N: after reading Hot Chocolate on ao3, I couldn't get the idea of virgin Larissa out of my brain so... here we are lmao

Larissa didn’t really know how it happened - the years had simply passed her by in a blur. She was a studious teenager, scoffing at her horny, unfocused peers. It’s not that she never had the opportunity, per se - there were boys who asked her out, who tried to ‘seduce’ her in that awkward, teenage boy way. They all disgusted her - she would wait until college, she reasoned, where she could find someone more mature.

So she left Nevermore behind for her studies. Here, the men - if they could be called such - were just as crude, just as unappealing. The thought of being touched by any one of them filled her with disgust. 

It wasn’t until her senior year of college, when she found herself smitten with one of her female professors, that she entertained the thought of being anything other than straight. It was a thought that had only crossed her mind once before, when she’d accidentally caught her roommate at Nevermore, Morticia Frump, getting undressed. She’d felt oddly… aroused at seeing the girl’s bare skin - and immediately pushed down those feelings. Larissa Weems was enough of a freak as it was - she didn’t need the label ‘lesbian’ stamped on her as well.

But at the age of 22, Larissa had to admit that it was strange she’d never wanted a boy to touch her. She’d gotten close once, during a heavy drunken make-out session with some boy at a freshman party - before freaking out completely and leaving the poor boy squirming uncomfortably at the edge of the lake. And so, at the age of 22, Larissa finally had to confront her very un-platonic feelings for women.

By the age of 49, she’d gone through all the stages of grief regarding her sexuality: she’d vehemently denied entertaining the very thought of being anything other than straight. She’d been angry, oh so angry - at herself, at the world, at Morticia, at the boy she’d kissed. She’d gone through all the what-ifs: what if she’d made a move on Morticia, what if she hadn’t been so uptight, what if her family had been more accepting. She’d even fallen into a bout of depression, realizing how sad and pitiful she was for being a lonely virgin who hated herself for something she couldn’t change.

She’d finally settled on acceptance. Larissa had accepted that she was a lesbian. But, through all those years, she’d been too busy hating herself and throwing herself into her work to entertain thoughts of actually dating. So now she was 49. And a virgin. And who would want to be with a 49 year old virgin?

Sometimes, Larissa could ignore those thoughts, push them down. Sex and dating aren’t everything, she’d reason. She didn’t need anyone else. She had a successful career that kept her busy enough, after all - it was her dream as a teenager, wasn’t it? 

Some days, though - days like today - it was harder to drown out the lonely, self-pitying thoughts. Days where she had a one-on-one meeting with you, for example. 

As one of the teachers at Nevermore, Larissa found you particularly alluring - everything about you seemed to draw her in, leave her wanting more. You carried yourself with such confidence, you challenged Larissa in ways that both delighted and aroused her. You were kind and chatty, interested in what Larissa had to say - she felt she could talk to you for hours.

And you looked so delicious. In her weakest moments, Larissa imagined how it would feel to have a woman’s hands on her body - and more often than not, it was your hands she pictured, your face that surfaced in her mind as she pleasured herself. She yearned to feel your lips on her own, your body pressed against hers. How delightful it would feel to finally, finally be touched, to finally feel desired.

Today was no different - when you knocked on her office door for the start of your quarterly review, Larissa had to take a moment to compose herself before calling out “come in.” Her breath hitched in her chest as you strode up to her desk, grinning widely and taking a seat across from her.

The review of your performance took no time at all - you were honestly one of her best teachers, well-liked by the staff and the students (even Wednesday Addams had yet to cause an issue in your class). With twenty minutes left of your scheduled meeting time, the two of you began to chat about various, non-school-related subjects. Larissa found herself relaxing more and more, and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself asking if you’d like to join her in her quarters at the end of the day for a glass of wine and a chat.

“Of course, Larissa.” You beamed, sounding eager - was it Larissa’s imagination, or had a faint blush crept up your cheeks?

After agreeing to come by at 7, you took your leave to prepare for your afternoon classes - Larissa walked you to the door, which she leant against as soon as it shut behind you. Oh God, what had possessed her? An entire evening in your presence would be torture for her… 

The worst part, somehow, was the fact that she knew you liked women - you’d brought up an ex-girlfriend once, Larissa had been taking a sip of coffee at the time and had nearly begun to choke. It was entirely plausible that you could… Larissa quickly shook the thought from her head. Even if you returned her affections, surely you’d hightail it out of there the second you found out how little experience Larissa had.

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The afternoon passed quickly and soon Larissa found herself nervously pacing the length of her office, smoothing her sweaty palms over her dress to remove non-existent wrinkles.

Your knock sounded for the second time that day, and Larissa jumped at the sound. With a deep breath, she slipped into the persona she’d begun to adopt when dealing with the Mayor and other important figures - authoritative, even slightly seductive. It was the only way she wouldn’t crack under her nerves.

“Hello, darling,” Larissa husked as she opened the door and stepped aside to allow you to enter.

“Hey!” You’d changed out of your clothes from earlier into a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. A pair of simple black heels added two inches to your height, a fact that Larissa couldn’t help but find incredibly alluring. In your hand you held a bottle of Chianti, which you offered to Larissa. “Didn’t wanna come empty-handed,” you added with a nervous giggle.

“Oh…” Larissa’s heart fluttered at the kind gesture. “You didn’t have to.” She accepted the bottle with a grateful smile, hoping her blush wasn’t too obvious.

“I know, I wanted to.” You grinned at her, finally stepping into the office and closing the door behind you. Larissa reached past you to click the lock - and immediately paled as you smirked at her.

“My, my, Principal Weems, trying to trap me here and get me drunk?” you teased. Larissa’s panic must have been evident on her face because you burst into laughter and placed a reassuring hand on her arm - her skin burned at the contact as if it had been branded.

“I-I just don’t want students bursting into my office after hours, I…” Larissa trailed off lamely, unable to focus when your hand was still on her arm. It was so warm, so soft… she found herself imagining that hand on other parts of her body, trailing along her skin…

“Relax, Larissa, it’s okay,” you said, your face softening. “Either way it’s fine by me.”

Either way? Larissa nodded, swallowing thickly and trying to regain her composure. You’d always been very friendly, borderline flirty even, but something about being alone with Larissa outside of school hours seemed to relax you even further.

Larissa took a deep breath. A bit of teasing she could do - she was no stranger to a healthy bit of flirting to get what she wanted. Granted, her heartbeat was a bit more erratic this time, as she was actually attracted to the person across from her. Regardless - a bit of flirting couldn’t hurt. It didn’t have to be more than that.

“Would you like to take this to my quarters?” Larissa purred, plastering a seductive smile on her face and nodding in the direction of a door at the back of her office.

“I would love that.”

Minutes later, you were settled on the couch in Larissa’s living room and she was pouring two generous glasses of wine. She kicked off her heels and made herself comfortable beside you - you followed suit, taking the liberty to scoot just a bit closer. Larissa noticed, quirking an eyebrow - you laughed in response.

“Sorry, too forward?” You were still smiling as you made to shimmy back a bit - Larissa found herself placing a hand on your thigh, stilling your movements.

“You may stay,” she replied airily, grateful you couldn’t pick up on the way her heart was thundering loudly against her ribcage, seconds away from bursting. You placed your hand atop Larissa’s and she took a sip of her wine to mask the blush that was spreading across her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Larissa could see you mirror her movements, bringing your glass up to your mouth and taking a sip, watching her intently over the rim of the glass.

“Didn’t your parents tell you that it’s rude to stare?” Larissa murmured playfully, watching your cheeks go pink.

“No. They didn’t, actually,” you teased, before turning slightly more serious. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… you’re really beautiful. Just want you to know that.”

Larissa felt butterflies erupt in her stomach and she turned to face you fully - you looked so cute, staring into your wine glass, cheeks pink… It had been so long since Larissa had been called beautiful - she was so careful not to put herself into situations where rejection could be the possible outcome. “Thank you.” You looked up and Larissa smiled.

“Larissa?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know why you invited me here tonight. I was hoping… Well, I have to confess something, I want to be open with you.”

Larissa could feel her heartbeat in her throat, and she nodded slowly, suddenly becoming aware that her hand was still on your thigh.

“I’m interested in you, Larissa. Now maybe I’m interpreting this all wrong, and if so I’m very sorry - I promise I won’t let it affect our professional relationship. But maybe the feeling is mutual…?”

She could hardly believe her ears. Of course the feeling was mutual. Larissa felt warm and tingly all over, her heart pounding and her head reeling. All she’d ever wanted was suddenly in her grasp  - it was now or never…

Larissa’s eyes flicked down to your lips. Something in her expression must have given her away, for you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers - Larissa was helpless to stop you. It was just as she imagined - better, even. Your lips were soft and warm against hers, gentle - a stark contrast to the boy she’d made out with in college.

You quickly deepened the kiss, licking at Larissa’s lips which she parted almost out of instinct, allowing you to explore her mouth. You tasted of red wine and the lipstick you were wearing - Larissa couldn’t help but let out a soft noise of pleasure as heat pooled in her core. She felt you take her wine glass out of her hand and briefly pull back to set the two glasses on the coffee table - then your lips descended upon hers once more, the kiss quickly gaining intensity.

A wanton groan escaped your throat as you pushed yourself into Larissa - it was a beautiful sound, and Larissa could feel her underwear growing damp. She squeezed her thighs together for some much-needed relief, an action which you immediately noticed. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” you rasped against Larissa’s lips. Her heartbeat stuttered in her chest - this was moving so fast. She wanted to protest but with the way you were looking at her, eyes half-lidded, pupils wide, cheeks flushed - she found she couldn’t summon up the courage to deny you, despite how her stomach began to burn with anxiety.

Instead, she stood and led you to her bedroom, allowing you to guide her backwards onto the mattress. She felt your fingers toy with the zipper of her dress and push it down to pool at her hips - then, suddenly, your lips were everywhere at once. You planted urgent, demanding kisses down her chest, her stomach - your hands caressed the bare skin of her waist. 

These were the touches Larissa had yearned for for so long - your soft fingertips leaving marks on her waist as your warm breath caressed her skin, your lips and tongue and teeth peppering her body with kisses as evidence of your desire. But she wasn’t enjoying them. It was too much, too fast - she was overwhelmed with sensations. The throb between her legs no longer felt pleasant - it felt daunting, dirty even. What would happen when you’d fuck her and notice how skittish she was? What would happen when you’d expect to be pleasured in return and she would, inevitably, fail miserably?

As your lips moved up her body again, Larissa knew she needed to slow this down and confess, before her inexperience became evident and disappointed you. She took a deep breath.

“I don’t have much experience,” Larissa confessed quietly - the words sounded foreign to her ears. She could feel her nerves rising further as she wondered if you would hate her for it, leave immediately and never touch her again - she waited with baited breath to see what you would say.

“A woman like you? I find that hard to believe,” you murmured playfully, your voice low and sultry as you began to trail kisses all along Larissa’s jaw, as your fingers dug into her hips.

You weren’t getting it. Larissa felt, for the umpteenth time in her life, shame well up inside her, warming up her skin and pricking at her eyes. She felt her throat begin to close as panic overtook her body, and she tried to no avail to calm her racing heart with deep breaths as her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Larissa? Larissa?” Everything sounded like she was under water, your voice was so far away. Eventually, she recognized her name and turned to meet your gaze. You were no longer kissing her - you looked down at her in concern, brow furrowed, frowning as your lips sounded out her name.

Larissa took a deep breath to steady herself. She felt foolish for getting so worked up - surely you would think she was some sort of freak. 49 years old and unable to even so much as make out with a woman without having a panic attack.

“Larissa?”

“Yes?” She tried to sound normal, nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her as it gave out, even on that one syllable.

“Where’d you go? What’s going on up there?”

Your fingers caressed her cheek in a soothing gesture and she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch. She found herself craving it so, so badly, but she couldn’t allow herself to enjoy it - not when it would surely be the last shred of affection she’d ever receive from you. She stared at the ceiling, a hollow feeling settling in her chest.

“We don’t have to do this, we don’t have to do anything. You know that right?” You shifted off of her, lying on your side to face her and propping yourself up on your elbow. When Larissa failed to meet your gaze, she felt your fingers grip her chin, urging her to face you. “We could just watch a movie or something?”

I don’t want to watch a movie. I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked. I want my body to let me have this. 

Larissa nodded numbly.

You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Larissa moved as if on autopilot, pulling her dress back up and sliding off the bed, guiding you wordlessly back into her small living room. She gestured to the couch and you took a seat. 

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, clearing her throat. 

“Just water, thanks.” You offered her a grateful smile, and Larissa winced - she was going to need something stronger than water to get through the evening now, but she didn’t want you to think she was an alcoholic either, so she nodded and padded to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.

When she returned you were focused on the television, flicking through Netflix. You paused to take one of the glasses out of her hand, careful not to allow your fingers to brush against hers as you did so - Larissa swallowed nervously and averted her eyes, taking a seat next to you - close enough to feel your body heat, but not touching you.

“I feel like Netflix took all the good movies off,” you whined with a slight pout - if Larissa hadn’t been so in her own head, she might have chuckled, finding you quite endearing. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

Larissa felt herself shrug. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying your interactions leading up to now, internally berating herself for letting on that she wasn’t okay. If she’d only been able to play along better… it was something even teenagers did, for fuck’s sake - it shouldn’t be a big deal. If she could just get it over with, then maybe -

“Are you more of a romcom or action kinda gal? Ooh. Maybe you wanna watch a horror movie or something? What about-”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

You hadn’t heard her. Larissa once again felt the sting of oncoming tears. “I’m a virgin,” she repeated, a bit louder, unable to stop her voice from rising in pitch, eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

The silence that enveloped the two of you was deafening. 

A warm hand was placed on her thigh - she whipped her head around to face you, confusion and insecurity marring her features.

Your own eyes shone with care - Larissa felt her heart pound wildly against her ribcage.

“Thank you for telling me,” you said softly. “I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you earlier - I shouldn’t have moved so fast.” You looked almost ashamed, which confused Larissa further… What were you apologizing for? Clearly she was the one with the issues. She shook her head lightly, a bit dazed.

“No, I’m sorry…” Larissa hesitated, swallowing against the lump in her throat and fighting back tears. “I’ll walk you to the door, we can forget this ever happened.” As she stood, she felt your fingers gently encircle her wrist.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Larissa. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

Larissa scoffed, but she made no move to extricate herself from your grip. Not when your warm fingertips were the only thing that could bring her comfort.

“I’ll leave if you want me to… but I’d rather stay and make sure you’re alright - if that’s okay?”

A part of Larissa was screaming, begging, pleading with her to kick you out so she could do what she always did - drown herself in her own self-pity (and maybe half a bottle of wine) and cry. But when she glanced down at you and saw the worry in your eyes, the adorable little crease between your brows that deepened at whatever you saw in Larissa’s own eyes, she nodded and sat back down.

“Is it… would you rather I not touch you right now?” you asked as you dropped Larissa’s wrist. There was a healthy distance between the two of you on the couch - it couldn’t have been more than a foot or two, but it felt like miles to Larissa, who felt the crushing weight of loneliness descending upon her again as you retracted your fingers.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, ashamed at how desperate she sounded. She felt the couch cushions shift next to her, and soon your warm thigh was pressed against hers - then your hand found her own, intertwining your fingers together. Your skin was so soft, your hand fit so perfectly within Larissa’s that it made her breath hitch in her chest, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your small, feminine hand clasping her own. She wished her hands weren’t as clammy as they were, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“I hope I didn’t scare you away,” you said timidly. “I really like you and I… I didn’t mean to push you into anything. Fuck, I didn’t know, I’m sorry. I thought…” You trailed off, watching Larissa apprehensively.

“You really like me?” Larissa’s ears had perked up as you’d said it, she figured she must’ve misheard you. You smiled shyly then, and Larissa felt butterflies in her stomach. “Even… even now?”

You let out a low chuckle, giving Larissa’s hand a squeeze. “Even now? Is you being a virgin supposed to change my mind?”

“I’m 49…” Larissa whispered in anguish, her heart constricting in her chest as she realized she was admitting things to you now that she’d never told anyone.

“And? I mean I guess I’m curious why - it can’t be your looks or your personality, because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re so easy to talk to… But it doesn’t bother me or anything.”

Larissa sighed, dropping her gaze to your intertwined hands. When she spoke, it was barely audible. “I was never attracted to men, so I didn’t want them to touch me. I didn’t realize I could be attracted to women until college and by the time I’d come to terms with that… let’s just say I’m certain no one would want to deflower someone in their 40s.”

“I would,” you said with a shrug, so nonchalantly that Larissa whipped her head around to face you. You chuckled at her bewildered expression. “Come on, Larissa. I don’t care about that. I like you as a person and I find you attractive. I want to have sex with you, if you also want to have sex with me. I don’t care how many other people you’ve been with - I really don’t care if the answer to that is zero.”

Larissa took a moment to mull over your words. They sounded almost too good to be true - she never thought she’d find someone who would be so calm, so gentle, so unfazed about the whole thing. And, well, that it just so happened to be the woman she had a crush on… she could feel herself nodding at your words.

“But we don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Obviously.”

“I want to,” Larissa said firmly, if a little too quickly - it made you smirk, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

“We’ll go at your pace then.” You brought Larissa’s hand up to your lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles. The soft brush of your lips made a rush of heat pool in Larissa’s abdomen. “Only what you’re comfortable with. And if you want to stop, we stop. I want you to have fun, Larissa. I want this to be good for you.”

“Thank you,” Larissa whispered. The smile she received in return was blinding, and her heart felt just a smidge lighter. 

“Do you want me to leave for tonight?”

Larissa shook her head no. You snuggled into her side and picked up the abandoned remote again, flicking through a few more options before finally settling on Carol - Larissa felt herself slowly begin to relax as the film started.

A few minutes into the movie, Larissa felt your fingers begin to trace absent-minded patterns on her knee. She shivered at the touch - she could feel herself start to get worked up. She wondered if there was any way to salvage the evening - her attraction to you had only grown through your show of empathy, and maybe now that you knew her secret, her body could feel safe enough to let go.

Larissa turned towards you - your head was resting against her shoulder, it would be so easy to just lean in and-

You turned your head and met her gaze. “Now look who’s staring,” you teased. Larissa’s eyes were glued to your lips as you spoke. You were such a good kisser, you tasted so good. She leaned forward, focused on her goal - your lips curled into a smile as you leaned in as well. Larissa’s eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met and she let out a breathy moan. You didn’t deepen the kiss - you simply pressed your lips to hers, humming and gently cupping her face in your hands.

Larissa felt emboldened by your gentleness - she parted her lips slightly to lick at yours. You opened your mouth for her, allowing her to explore your mouth before gently flicking your tongue against hers. She felt a mad fluttering in her abdomen at the deepening of the kiss, a little whimper escaping her throat at all of the sensations once again flooding her body.

Pulling back once she’d run out of air, Larissa rested her forehead against yours. Your hot, heavy breaths mingled with her own, her skin tingled with electricity.

“I want to try this again,” she whispered resolutely.

“Really?” You pulled back, your eyes flicking between hers. Your expression was a mixture of concern and excitement, and Larissa nodded.

You stood, extending a hand for Larissa to take and helping her up.

This time you climbed onto the bed first, settling against the pillows and waiting for Larissa. She followed suit, lying down next to you and pressing a hesitant kiss to your lips. She could feel the affection and tenderness with which you kissed her back and quickly relaxed, allowing her hands to rest on your waist and tugging you closer. You wound your arms around her and held her tightly - she felt safe in the minutes that you spent making out, heat slowly building within her.

Larissa froze as your fingers played with the zipper of her dress, her breath quickening. Noticing the change, you removed your hand and sat back on the balls of your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked - there was no judgment detectable in your voice, only sweetness and worry. “Yes, I am, I’m sorry.” Larissa took a deep breath, trying to relax again.

“What if I got undressed first?”

She considered for a moment - yes, perhaps that would make her feel less vulnerable. She nodded and you began to unbutton your blouse.

“May I?” she asked. You smiled and dropped your hands, shimmying a bit closer. She unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way, pupils dilating as it fell away from your front to reveal your lace-clad breasts. You slid the blouse from your arms and reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside - your breasts jiggled slightly as you did so, and Larissa felt her mouth go dry.

Shimmying your hips, you slid your skirt down your legs and tossed it aside, before doing the same with your underwear. There you sat, completely naked, thighs parted slightly to reveal the wetness that glistened between your legs. Larissa’s own pussy throbbed with desire at the sight - she felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria at the fact that you were so aroused, in spite of everything that had transpired that evening.

“All for you,” you purred seductively, smirking as you noticed Larissa’s eyes glued to your cunt. Larissa snapped her gaze up to meet yours and you leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as your fingers once again found her zipper and began to drag it down. She moved her body accordingly so you could slide the dress down her body - nodding as you cocked your head in question when the dress pooled at her hips. You slipped her out of the dress completely, then crawled up her body and settled next to her, toying with the clasp of her bra. 

“You can take it off,” she whispered, almost amused at how fast you complied. 

The hunger with which your eyes roved over her torso, drinking in the milky expanse of her soft stomach, the swell of her breasts, her pink nipples that slowly hardened at the chill in the air - it felt like a drug to Larissa. She’d never had anyone look at her like that - no one had ever seen her naked in such a context, and she felt her chest flush.

Part of her wanted to cross her arms over her chest, her anxiety rising at the unabashed attention - but then you lowered your mouth to her right nipple and gently soothed your tongue over the bud, and her brain short-circuited.

Arching her back off the bed, Larissa let out a strangled, breathy sound - your tongue on her nipple felt like velvet, divine and soothing, and it sent tingles down her spine. Then she felt you roll her other nipple between your fingers and groaned - it was a filthy sound, and her hand shot up immediately to cover her mouth.

Your tongue stilled and you looked up at her with a smile. “No, I want to hear you. That was a very pretty sound you made.” Larissa blushed, removing her hand from her mouth. Your tongue resumed its ministrations, slowly causing the small, pink bud to harden, and Larissa whimpered at the shocks of pleasure that originated behind her navel and rippled outwards in waves.

“Does it feel good when I do that?” you murmured, moving your mouth from one breast to the other, and Larissa nodded fervently.

“Please, keep going,” she breathed, a tightness coiling in her abdomen as your hand joined your tongue to knead at the soft flesh of her breast.

Once you’d showered each of her breasts in ample attention, your lips began trailing down her stomach - much gentler this time, much slower. Larissa almost felt embarrassed at how her body was reacting, how excited she seemed to be getting, as your lips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Can I take these off?” You toyed with the waistband of Larissa’s underwear - she paused for a moment, before finally nodding again.

Your fingers brushed against her skin as you tugged her underwear down her legs, then settled between them. With you suddenly this close to her pussy, Larissa began to worry whether she should have shaved. She felt her nerves rising again as she waited for you to tell her how disgusting you found her - then she felt your lips begin to press reverent kisses to the little curls, as if you could sense her anxiety and were trying to reassure her that it was okay.

“Is it okay if I use my mouth?” you asked sweetly. Her eyes widened and her face suddenly felt hot - you were being so considerate, asking all these questions, making sure she was okay with everything, and Larissa wished you didn’t have to do that - she wished she could just be okay with whatever you wanted to do to her.

“I’m sorry, this must be terribly tedious,” she mumbled, her voice dripping with insecurity that, in any other context, she simply did not possess - she hated herself for it right now, and she was unable to meet your gaze because of it. A light slap to her thigh shocked her into looking at you, however. You frowned up at her from between her legs. “Hey. Don’t say that. Making love to you isn’t a chore, Larissa. I want this. So bad. And I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I am. Understood?”

“Yes,” she replied, breathless at your display of dominance.

“Good girl.” Larissa let out an involuntary moan - she had never considered that she would enjoy being called a ‘good girl’, but she couldn’t help the way her cunt throbbed at your words. “So. Is it okay if I use my mouth? Or do you want to stop?”

“N-no, I don’t want to stop… you can use your mouth.” 

You beamed up at her, before carefully hooking one of her legs over your shoulder - Larissa could feel herself being spread open at the action.

Soft lips began littering her inner thighs with gentle kisses. Larissa tried her best to stay still, not to squirm - but when your mouth finally met her cunt, your tongue slowly trailing up her slit, she couldn’t help but buck her hips into your face.

A soft groan left her lips when she felt your tongue flick against her clit - she was so sensitive, and the touch was so different than when she pleasured herself - it made every hair on her body stand on end. Your lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently and drawing little whimpers from Larissa’s throat as her back arched. She felt herself quickly getting lost in the sensation.

“Does this feel good?” you murmured, pulling back for a moment.

“Y-yes,” Larissa panted - her breathing was already beginning to get heavier.

“If anything doesn’t feel good, if you don’t like it, tell me, okay?”

Larissa hummed and you began licking at her folds, gathering her juices on your tongue and letting out a loud moan of delight. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” Larissa couldn’t help but blush again, but her embarrassment was forgotten the second your tongue circled her clit. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on relaxing.

She found herself unsure what to do with her hands - she briefly brought them to your head, then fisted at the sheets next to her. Then she felt something brush against them and opened her eyes to see your own hands blindly reaching out and grabbing for hers. She intertwined your fingers, her heart leaping in her chest as you gave her hands a squeeze.

The coil in Larissa’s stomach was tightening by the second. She felt herself growing more comfortable with every passing minute, allowing unfiltered moans to pass her lips, spurred on by the noises you were making - the breathy groans, the wet sound of your tongue lapping at her folds. When you gently circled her entrance, she couldn’t help but whine and buck her hips.

“C-can you go inside?” she asked quietly, rolling her hips against your face. You groaned in response, slowly pushing your tongue into her hole. Larissa’s walls fluttered against your tongue and she let out a guttural moan. 

“Good girl,” you purred between thrusts of your tongue. “You’re doing so well for me, love.”

Larissa could feel herself getting closer, her thighs trembling - she tried to keep her legs open but the next thrust of your tongue caused her to snap them shut around your head.

Slowly she began to unravel, her release cresting like a wave as you alternated between teasing her hole and sucking her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself completely in the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her body.

She felt your tongue soothe over her folds, then her thighs, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm. You gave her hands a gentle squeeze, before gently extracting your fingers from her grip and crawling up her body. Larissa’s eyes were still closed when she felt your lips on her own. At your tongue’s insistence she parted her lips, whining at the taste of herself as you licked into her mouth.

When you pulled back and cupped her cheek, Larissa opened her eyes. She was almost shocked at the sheer amount of affection and adoration that swirled in your pupils as you searched her face - it made her heart flutter in her chest.

“How was it?”

Larissa hesitated - what was she supposed to say to that? It was everything I’ve ever wanted and more, because it was with you… She buried her face in the crook of your neck and sighed, inhaling the scent of sweat and your sweet perfume on your skin.

“Really good, darling,” is what she settled for as she contentedly nuzzled her nose into your pulse point. She felt your arms wind around her and allowed herself to be held as her breathing slowed. A chaste kiss was pressed to the crown of her head and she smiled against your skin. 

You shifted next to her, wrapping your legs around hers, and Larissa could feel your slick rub against her thigh. Tentatively, Larissa allowed her hand to trail down your bare waist, over the swell of your hip. She could feel you shiver against her as her fingertips brushed against your mound.

Larissa reached between your thighs and pulled back to get a look at your face - you watched her intently, pupils blown, lips parted to let out shaky breaths. Slowly, Larissa spread your folds with her fingers, gasping as she felt how wet you were. She gathered some of your juices on her fingertips and massaged them over your swollen clit, enraptured by the soft moan you let out, the way your eyes fluttered shut and your hips twitched seemingly of their own accord.

With your eyes closed, Larissa allowed herself to admire your beauty, the way you gave in to her touches. She touched you the way she normally touched herself, and it seemed to please you - your face was gorgeously flushed, the most obscene noises slipping from between your swollen lips. When you arched your back, Larissa’s eyes fell to your nipples, hardened with arousal. She lowered her mouth to your breast, flattening her tongue and soothing it over the pink bud, drawing a moan from your chest.

“Bite,” you murmured. Larissa paused, glancing up at your face - then felt your hands on the back of her head, pushing her into your chest. She licked your nipple once more, before grazing her teeth against it and gently biting. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you mewled, and Larissa bit down again, the heat within her own body building at the string of obscenities dripping from your lips.

You rolled your hips against her hand as she continued to stroke your clit. She felt your fingers encircle her wrist, guiding her to your dripping hole. “Two fingers,” you instructed breathily.

Larissa complied, first pushing in one, then two fingers, inadvertently biting down on your nipple again as she felt your walls draw her fingers in. She curled her fingers, experimenting with the pace of her thrusts until she heard your breathing stutter.

“Shit, you’re so good at this,” you praised, your thighs beginning to shake and the rolling of your hips becoming more and more erratic. Your face contorted with pleasure as you rode Larissa’s fingers - she felt your cum drip down her hand as you tensed around her, then you sighed and relaxed into the mattress.

Larissa sat up, pulling her fingers out of your cunt - the needy mewl that left your lips caused a shiver to run down her spine. Your eyes met hers, full of affection and desire, and she felt emboldened - she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean, moaning at the taste. It was intoxicating - she knew she could get addicted to that taste.

“C’mere,” you murmured, holding your arms open for Larissa. She settled into them, slinging an arm around your bare waist and tugging you closer. You pressed a kiss to her lips. “That-” kiss “felt-” kiss “incredible” kiss. 

Larissa felt herself blushing at your compliment - she couldn’t have asked for a better experience for her first time. It might have come some twenty years later than she’d hoped for, but if it meant she could be here with you right now, your fingertips tracing soothing patterns on her back, your breath tickling her cheek - she’d wait those twenty years all over again.

“I’m glad it was you, you know,” she whispered.

“I’m glad, too,” you whispered back, a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

x

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The Youngest Love (Chapter One of What We Could’ve Been and What We Are Now) (LN4)

Summary: A backstory to a love story.

Warnings: none, fluff

Note: this one is not that eventful bc I didn’t want to leave yall on a major cliffhanger or anything like that seeing as i am entering into my official finals week and definitely will not have time to post updates for this or anything else i hope you like it tho! And will stick around for the next chapters 🫶🏻

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“Oh, hey! I got the job!” Jon smiles from across the dinner table, his sparkling eyes meeting his wife’s and daughter’s. One hand holds his phone while the other still clutches his fork, his food getting colder by the second as he stares at the bright screen.

Amy, his wife, lets her eyebrows cinch together, “You mean the one with the Formula 3 kid?”

Jon nods, “Yeah, exactly! He’s 16, I think? Right around your age, Y/n.”

His daughter, Y/n, smiles with a closed mouth, her broccoli still being chewed on.

There’s a silence as Jon types out a message in response, his teeth shining under the low light of the kitchen while he grins at his new opportunity. There’s few things in the world that truly warm Y/n’s heart, her dad truly happy is one of them.

Amy applauds softly, a giggle emitting from her as she looks between her family, “When do you start?”

Jon draws out an ominous sound as his eyes squint to read his phone carefully, “Oh? Tomorrow, I guess.”

Amy stops chewing, “But, you said you’d take Y/n to the library tomorrow. Remember? She needs that textbook for her upcoming term.”

Jon’s mouth falls open and he nods in recognition, “Oh, sorry! Is it okay if she comes along? The library is on the way to the facility where I'll be training and really getting to know the boy. We can grab her book and then she can hang out while I’m working with him.”

Amy looks at her daughter, “You okay with that, Y/n?”

Y/n lets her head float to each side as she thinks it through, “No other alternative?”

Jon shakes his head, Amy shrugs her shoulders.

Huffing, Y/n agrees, “What’s his name?”

Jon smiles, “Lando.”

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Y/n inspects her new textbook as Jon leads her through the doors of the building. There’s loud commotion and chatter from every corner, but she’s so engrossed in trying to fix the tear in the back of her used book, that she’s not aware of any of it.

Jon mumbles to the reception, a conversation flourishing between them as he tries to sort out where he’s supposed to go. Still, Y/n smoothies down the flap that has ruined the state of her book. There’s a deep frown on her face as her dad begins to walk away, her footsteps falling in rhythm behind him.

When they enter the room, she’s lost hope for the cut and her eyes are finally returning to what’s in front of her.

Her dad speaks cordially with an older man toward the end of the room, leaving her in the presence of the boy her dad had mentioned the night before.

“You’re Lando, right?” She says softly, not truly comfortable being the one to speak first.

Lando smiles, “Yeah. What’s your name?”

She mimics his face, “Y/n. I’m Jon’s daughter.”

He nods, “Cool. Will you be around for the rest of the session today?”

“Yeah, I don’t have a ride anywhere else.” She chuckles, Lando joining her.

When their laughter dies down, Lando extends his hand in front of himself and speaks, “It’s nice to meet you, Jon’s daughter.”

She shakes his hand, “Nice to meet you, as well, my dad’s new client.”

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“Can I come along too?” Y/n pleads as Jon stands at the front door.

He frowns at her, “Y/n, the last times you came, you and Lando wouldn’t stop laughing. It distracts him. It stops the work we need to do to get him prepared for the season.”

His daughter groans obnoxiously, “Dad! I promise, it won’t happen this time.”

He squints at her, “You said that last time.”

She shakes her head, “Please?”

This time, it’s Jon who’s groaning, “Fine.”

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TWO YEARS LATER

“Yeah, and I never stopped coming after that. My dad stopped trying to fight it, I guess.” Y/n laughs into Lando’s side, her head bumping into his shoulder.

Lando smiles down at her, “I know! He just accepted it. I mean, it wasn’t like you were the only one trying to get him to bring you back to our sessions.”

Y/n’s head shoots up, tilting in confusion, “What do you mean? You were too?”

Lando nods eagerly, “Yeah, of course! I kept texting him asking if you were coming that day.”

“Yeah, it was annoying.” Jon’s voice cuts through the two’s incessant giggling. Their faces staring at him as he walks over to Lando and grabs hold of his sweatshirt sleeve.

Jon smiles down at them with pursed lips, “And look at you now, my lovely daughter! Still distracting him from his training! Making my life harder!”

Y/n smacks her dad’s arm as he pulls Lando from his chair, “Dad! Rude!”

He chuckles, placing a kiss on her forehead, “You know, I joke.”

Her cheeks warm at him, “I know.”

“But, for now!” He yelps, startling the two teens with his volume, “Let me train Lando. Stay here.”

Lando scoffs, “She makes it so much more fun, though! Jon, you are a buzzkill.”

Jon perseveres, pulling Lando out of the room, “Thank me when you’re a World Champion.”

Lando, just before his body disappears from the door, yells out to his best friend, “Meet me after! For Lunch, Y/n! You know where!”

She shakes her head as he is dragged out. She laughs as she hears his yelps to Jon down the hall, apparently her father was being too rough with him.

Lunch would be interesting.

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Lando’s head pulls to the side as Jon pulls the strap attached to Lando’s head towards himself.

“When are you going to ask my daughter out?” Jon says, quickly, a knowing smirk on his face as Lando’s eyes fall open and he leaps from his seat.

“Woah!” Lando looks manically at Jon, his mouth opening and closing at the question.

Jon takes the strap off Lando’s head, scoffing and thrashing his arms at his side, “Lando, we’ve had this conversation multiple times. Don’t act surprised.”

Lando huffs and brings his arms to cross in front of him, “Not multiple times.”

Jon slowly turns around, looking at him blankly, “Yes, we have. Don’t lie. We’ve been having this conversation ever since I started training you.”

The boy rolls his eyes and groans, “Get off my back.”

“Lando, you’ve had a crush on my daughter ever since she greeted you the first day we met. Be honest here. How much longer are you going to wait?” Jon sits down on a machine nearby. His face has hardened and he looks on at Lando with a serious expression, one that both scares and pushes Lando to do what he’s wanted to do for years.

He mirrors Jon’s stance, relaxing into a seated position as he tries to sort his thoughts, “I didn’t think I ever would.”

Jon throws his hands in the air, “Well, that won’t ever do.”

A silence overcomes them, Lando wondering when he’s supposed to put his friendship in jeopardy, when Jon’s face lights up, “The lunch! You guys are going to lunch after this, right? Ask her then.”

Lando shakes his head, “Are you crazy?! That’s too soon! I need to have time to prepare!”

Jon leans on his knees, “Prepare what? Just ask her the question!”

Lando stutters out his thoughts, “I don’t know, I just want to give her something grand. Do you understand?”

Jon nods, “I do, but I don’t agree. Y/n doesn’t want that. She just wants you to take her out to dinner, Lando. You’re over complicating it.”

Lando takes a deep breath, attempts to clear his mind, and maybe he is over complicating it?

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His hands shake as he sits down across from Y/n at the table. She’s smiling at him, a sweet grin that has his heart fluttering, when her face falls softly, “Are you okay, Lan?”

He nods aggressively, “Yeah! Yeah! Totally cool!”

She cocks her head and lays her hand over his on the table, adding to the bursting in Lando’s stomach, “What’s going on? You look like you’re going to vomit.”

He shakes his head, a beating finding its home in his brain and he blurts, “Will you go out with me?”

She stares at him for a moment. A moment, a split second, where Lando thinks he’s lost it all, but then she breaks out into the biggest smile he’d ever seen grace her face and begins laughing, “Really? Yes, Lan!”

Air fills his lungs once more and he moves his hand to clutch hers, “Oh, thank God.”

He falls into lovesick giggles with her and the two struggle to get through ordering their food with the way they stare into each other’s eyes.

When their food comes, Y/n looks at him, “Couldn’t this be our date?”

He bites his lip in deep thought before nodding in agreement, “Yeah, actually, that makes a lot of sense.”

She ducks her head, getting closer to Lando and whispers, “Can I tell you something?”

He moves his head just as close, “Always.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that ever since I introduced myself to you.” She smiles, her hand finding his once more and squeezing lightly.

“Can I tell you something?” He says all the same.

She nods and he confides, “Jon’s been nagging at me for years to ask you out. He pushed me over the edge today.”

Y/n rears back, “Jon?! My father?! A matchmaker?!”

Lando nods in astonishment, “I know! Especially with his daughter?! Scandalous!”

Y/n shakes her head as she chuckles before looking back up at Lando and saying, “I’m glad he did.”

Lando smiles at her, “Me too.”

They stare at each other for a moment more, the two growing slightly shy under the new view of their relationship and turning away. His deep green eyes are addicting to Y/n and, by the way he’d pined over her for years, she believes she’s just as addicting to him.

A blush rises to her cheeks.

[d0llcuries]

Hey beautiful! What do you think it would be like to have a childhood love with Neteyam? I would love to see this written by you, your writing is impeccable❤️

TWO FLYING FAN LIZARDS

pairing(s): neteyam x fem!na'vi reader

summary: alongside a boy destined for greatness only, you suffer

author's note: my first ever request i am geeking out rn!!! ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ◜♡ this was such a delight to write and i truly hope it lives up to ur expectations :3 also pls send more requests i begggggggg. second also,, to gain the most out of your reading experience i recommend listening to “let you go” by clara la san

(i would link it but it doesn't work for sum reason ( ˶•ᴖ•) !!)

edit: oh wait nvm i figured it out :p

your earliest memories of neteyam are filled with the fond experiences of your shared childhood. you remember the days when your mothers would gather under the open sky, their laughter ringing out like music while you sat beside neteyam. he was the boy with golden eyes, always grinning, always curious, and with him, even the quietest moments seemed to hold something special.

you were shy, clinging to your mother’s side, too nervous to speak or even meet the gaze of others. but neteyam, with his patient nature, never made you feel awkward or rushed. his presence had a quiet sort of assurance, like he knew you'd come out of your shell when you were ready. all he had to do was wait. he was oh so patient and gentle with you in fear that by even speaking too loud he might scare you away from him. you didn’t have to say much, anyway; he’d simply be there, drawing you into his world without a single word.

one day, when you were no older than six, the two of you sat by a small stream, its crystal-clear waters bubbling softly as they wound their way through the lush, bioluminescent foliage. nearby, a pair of glowing fan lizards darted between the trees, their wings shimmering as they moved through the thick, humid air. neteyam pointed them out to you, comparing them to your friendship with him. “that would be us if we were kenten.” you laughed softly at his silliness. he always tried to make you laugh, being the one to make you smile brought him immense pleasure, even then.

“come on, let's go fishing.” he said, turning to look at you with that smile of his, the one that made your stomach feel fluttery and warm. you had only blinked at him, unsure of how to answer, you didn't know how to fish. but that didn’t stop him. he stood up, pulling you gently by the hand. “come on, i will show you how.”

and that’s how it was with him. he didn’t push you to speak when you didn’t want to. instead, he’d offer you his hand, his patience, and his unspoken promise that whatever he was leading you toward would always be safe.

you and neteyam shared countless quiet moments like that. together, you wove crowns from soft vines, his strong hands clumsy at first while your nimble ones worked with natural ease. when his attempts would unravel, he’d laugh, his cheeks flushing the faintest shade of blue, but you’d always fix it with a smile and a flower tucked behind his ear, then everything would be okay again.

as you grew older, you noticed that things began to change. not so much between you and neteyam—no, he was always the same, always there—but the world around you shifted. neteyam was growing into his role, becoming more of a warrior, more of a leader. he spent less time with you, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. training demanded long hours, and when he wasn’t training, he was surrounded by other boys—future warriors, like himself. there were fewer afternoons by the stream and more days where you’d find yourself watching him, your heart oddly heavy with despaira sickening feeling that made your nose burn. they laughed loudly, joked around in ways you couldn’t quite relate to. eywa.. the way your heart would twist when one of the girls would playfully shove him, her eyes bright with something you didn’t want to name. you didn’t like feeling jealous. it wasn’t something you were used to, and it made you uncomfortable. but there it was, that little knot of jealousy, always sitting heavy in your stomach whenever you saw him with someone else. maybe there was something wrong with you. while neteyam was the easygoing, confident and popular warrior, you were still the quiet one. the shy one. the one who couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being on the outside looking in.

you told yourself it didn’t matter, that this was just the way things were supposed to be, but it hurt. a lot more than you were willing to admit. you’d tell yourself it didn’t matter, you had your place in his life, but the ache in your chest told you otherwise. you couldn’t help but feel out of place, as if you were being left behind, still sitting on the sidelines while everyone else moved forward without you.

you missed him. you missed the quiet connection you shared, the way he’d look at you like you were the only person in the world. you missed having him all to yourself.

you wondered if he missed that too.

you couldn't even wallow in good conscience, either. he wasn't doing anything wrong, he hadn't hurt you intentionally. and it wasn’t that neteyam ignored you. he never did. whenever he saw you, his face would light up in that way that made your heart skip, and he’d always make time for you, even if it was just a brief moment between his training sessions. but it wasn’t the same. you weren’t the same.

you weren’t blind to the fact that some of the other boys teased him for it—hanging out with a girl, the way he always seemed to make sure you were okay, even when you were off to the side. they’d throw comments his way, playful jabs meant to make him feel embarrassed, but neteyam never let it bother him. he’d shrug it off, flash them that confident smile, and maybe toss back a joke of his own. but he never let their teasing get in the way of the way he treated you. you were his friend, his closest friend, and nothing anyone said would change that.

what you didn’t know was that neteyam never let their words change the way he saw you. no matter how much they teased or questioned why hung around you, he would always defend you, though he never told you as much. to him, you were more than just a childhood companion. you were the one who knew him in ways no one else did, the one he could always count on, even if the two of you had drifted a little. you were his person. the one he could be quiet with. the one he could just be neteyam with, not the future olo’eyktan, not the skilled hunter. just him. he’d speak of you in ways that made their words fall flat. he’d tell them about how skilled you were with weaving, how you had a way with animals that no one else did, how your quiet nature wasn’t a weakness but a strength. he’d say all these things with such conviction that eventually, the teasing would stop, and some of his friends even began to speak to you with a newfound respect. not that you ever knew why. no, neteyam never told you how he stood up for you, how he made sure everyone knew just how important you were to him.

he thought about you more than he should, really. even when he was training, his mind would wander, wondering what you were doing, if you were sitting by the stream like you used to, if you missed him the way he missed you. he never said anything, though. not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know how. neteyam was a leader, a warrior—he wasn’t supposed to get caught up in feelings like this. but when it came to you, he couldn’t help it.

sometimes, he’d catch you watching him, your eyes soft and sad in a way that made his chest ache. and on those days, he’d find a way to slip away from the others, to find you and remind you that you still mattered to him. he’d sit with you in the quiet places, just like you used to, and you’d talk about everything and nothing all at once. or sometimes, you wouldn’t talk at all, and that was okay too. because being with you, even in silence, was always better than being anywhere else.

the years went on like that, this quiet dance between you. a push and pull that neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt. neteyam would go off and train, surround himself with the others, and you’d watch from a distance, feeling that familiar sting of jealousy. but then he’d come back to you, in those small stolen moments, and everything would feel right again.

in the stillness of the night, when the village had quieted and the stars blinked softly above, you would often find yourself beneath the great tree, kneeling before its glowing roots. with trembling hands, you’d reach out to the sacred tendrils, allowing them to intertwine with your queue, the warmth of tsaheylu forming a direct connection to eywa herself. as soon as the bond was made, a soft hum filled the air, a rhythm of life, and the world seemed to fade away. you would close your eyes, letting the sensation of eywa’s presence wrap around you, offering comfort to the ache deep within. through the bond, you would silently pour out your heart, sharing the loneliness that had taken root, the hurt of watching neteyam slip further into the world of others while you were left behind. you missed the days when he was yours—if only in the quiet ways no one else saw—and the memories of those moments felt like threads slowly unraveling in your hands.

as you made tsaheylu, eywa would listen, her presence gentle yet unwavering, and you could feel her understanding pulse through you, as if she too mourned the shifting tides of your life. you sought her wisdom, asking why it was that neteyam’s laughter with others felt like a knife to your chest, and why you no longer felt enough in his eyes. in that sacred connection, though, eywa offered something more than answers—she gave you peace, a quiet reminder that your worth was not tied to neteyam’s presence or absence. though your heart still ached, there was a growing strength within you, a stirring realization that you, too, were part of the balance of this world, and it was time to let yourself grow. the bond with eywa whispered gently, nudging you forward, reminding you that while you could not control neteyam’s path, you could choose your own, and in that, there was a power you had long forgotten.

it was clear that the great mother had heard you.

as time went on, you changed too. slowly but surely, your once-soft voice became stronger, more assured. you spoke up during gatherings, your words thoughtful and careful, earning the respect of those around you. your smile seemed a little brighter, your laugh rang out a little louder. even the other girls began to take notice, welcoming you into their circles in ways they hadn’t before. the quiet, shy girl he’d known since childhood was beginning to take up more space, stepping into her own.

the older women would often call on you, noticing the quiet grace with which you handled tasks. your hands had become deft at weaving intricate patterns into cloth, your fingers swift and sure, and soon enough, your skill was sought after for more than just small adornments. you became a familiar presence in the community, helping gather herbs for healers or assisting with the intricate beadwork on ceremonial attire. the elders would smile as you passed, offering words of praise, their eyes warm with approval as they watched you grow into yourself. in their gaze, you no longer felt like the shy girl trailing behind—there was a new respect, one you had earned for all by yourself.

neteyam was so proud of you. maybe now that you weren't so painfully uncomfortable in public settings, he could spend more time with you! you were more vibrant now, more seen. it was like the world was finally catching up to what neteyam had always known—that you were special. some of his friends, the very ones who used to tease him for spending so much time with you, began to gravitate toward you. they were curious, drawn in by the way you carried yourself now, with a grace and confidence that was undeniable. he’d catch glimpses of them laughing with you, their eyes lingering a little too long, and it stirred something in him that he didn’t quite understand at first. it was a strange, uncomfortable feeling—one that settled deep in his chest, coiling tight and hot.

his now, increasingly annoying, friends admired you, spoke of you in ways that made him violet with discomfort. neteyam didn’t like it. he didn’t like the way they looked at you, as if they were seeing something new in you, something that had always been his to see. he wasn’t used to sharing you like this, wasn’t used to watching other people discover the parts of you that he had cherished in private. it didn’t sit well with him, though he told himself it was just because things were changing, and change was always hard.

the realization hit him one afternoon, as he watched one of his friends catch your attention, making you laugh in that bright, easy way of yours. neteyam felt a pang of something sharp and uncomfortable, something that burned hot in his chest. jealousy. it was jealousy. and with it came the sudden, undeniable truth that he’d been avoiding for far too long.

you weren’t just his childhood friend anymore. you weren’t just the girl he’d spent years playing with, weaving crowns by the stream and catching the light in the water. you were more than that. you were special in a way he hadn’t fully understood until now, and the thought of someone else seeing you like that—of someone else making you smile the way he always had—made him feel like he was losing something important.

in that moment, as he watched you laugh, so vibrant and full of life, neteyam realized what he had been denying for far too long. maybe you weren’t just his closest friend. maybe you were more than just the girl who had always been by his side. maybe, just maybe, he liked you in a way that made his heart race and his thoughts stumble. it was a slow realization, creeping up on him like the setting sun, and by the time it fully settled in his chest, he knew. this wasn’t just friendship anymore.

lmk if this whole “shy yn” bit is annoying or uncomfortable, it feels like the most comfortable thing to write for me but i can swing in any direction u guys preferrrr

[ratmonky]

Boss's Pet

word count: 1.1k

warnings: dubcon, blood drinking, bites, drunk, manipulation

ao3 link

Drinking for the sake of getting drunk wasn’t exactly the best idea you could have at an after-work gathering but here you were on your third glass of malt whisky. Although this wasn’t really the drink of your choice and way out of your budget, your boss had been ordering drinks for everyone.

You weren’t sure if Makima was testing your tolerance or obeyance because everyone had beer on their table as far as you could see. She had been watching you from across the table with her golden eyes, chin resting on her hand as she blinked slowly while you finished another glass.

A thin but noticeable smile was tugging at her lips, she seemed impressed, and somehow that made you feel proud. 

“Another round?” she asked, her smile now more apparent.

You nodded and from there your fourth glass arrived and later the fifth and then the sixth.

Then there was a gap. 

One moment you were thinking about giving a resignation letter that was sitting in your blazer’s pocket to Makima while drunk, and in another moment you were in an elevator with your tits in someone’s mouth. You remembered being giggly and trying to open a door last.

You couldn’t taste the alcohol anymore or the strong smell of whisky. You could only taste something sweet and salty. Soft arms were wrapped around your neck and the weight of someone was on your lap. You gained enough consciousness to feel the warm skin pressed against your hands, her hips. You could see clearly that Makima had her mouth on yours, her eyes were wide open as she moved her tongue against yours, letting her taste linger in your mouth. 

She pulled away to press her lips on your neck. You moaned in response. She smiled against your skin, her teeth grazing your neck before she sunk them in your flesh hard enough to draw blood. A sharp inhale was all that came from you as she chewed on your skin, hot blood gushing out from your neck and into her thirsty lips. 

Makima licked every last drop of your blood from your skin and stared at you with her mouth covered in blood. Your blood.

That switched something, you pulled her closer, moving her hips to grind her clothed cunt against your knee as your lips crashed. Her taste was more tangible than before, you bit her lower lip, gaining a soft gasp from her. Your blood mixed with hers in each other's mouth, the sick exchange of bodily fluids was only exciting you more.

Pulling away momentarily, you watched as a long thin string of saliva and blood connected your lips. 

You quickly glanced around to see where you were, it was a hotel room, before taking her underneath you. Her unbraided hair fell gracefully around her head like an angel’s halo but she was covered in blood, tainted, your hands trembled as you took her appearance in. She was in her underwear, her cheeks faintly blushed pink as she spread her legs around you, displaying a side of her you didn’t know existed.

“Come,” she whispered, reaching her hands towards you. Without thinking or noticing, you found yourself on top of her, humping her clothed cunt and clumsily kissing her mouth in hunger. You couldn’t think of anything but the friction of your panties against hers, you could barely feel her clit rubbing against yours yet the desperation had made you go crazy.

Makima let out soft gasps to encourage you and your hands went to her bra to lift it over her chest to free her tits. Like hypnotized you watched her perfect tits bounce with each thrust of your hips, one hand squeezing her tit while you tried balancing yourself on your elbow. Soon enough your lips wrapped around her nipple, the supple flesh of her tit was pressed against your face and her perky nipple was in your mouth. Even her skin tasted sweet, sugary almost. You wondered if she had planned this whole night when she invited you to the gathering. Maybe she was trying to cheer you up since you had seemed pretty depressed about your life.

You pulled away and hastily started tugging at her panties, she helped you take them off by lifting her hips. 

“Lick me like a filthy dog.”

That made you smirk, “What am I? Your lap dog or guard dog?”

“My brood bitch,” she replied with that smug look on her face that made you want to ruin. 

There wasn’t another second to waste, you put her legs on your shoulders and pressed your mouth against her wet cunt.  Her folds were warm and pulsating as you licked her. Makima’s legs twitched on your shoulders and her hands dug into your hair.  Laying your tongue flat against her pussy, you waited until you felt her pulse in your mouth before kissing her gently and you started moving your hips to rub your clit against the bed, chasing your own pleasure. Your mouth moved slowly, savoring her taste and warmth as you finally moved to her clit. Although Makima was stoic herself, her body wasn’t. That got you hornier than ever, humping the bed wasn’t enough, you snaked your hand under your body to start playing with yourself. As you flicked her clit with your tongue, she grew more and more bothered, her legs wrapped around your head tighter and she couldn’t decide whether to pull your hair to get you away or push you against her needy pussy to get her to cum. She seemed to prefer the latter. While she was moaning your name, her legs started to shake. Your hand started moving faster on your clit, you wanted to cum together.

With her cunt wetter than before, she squirmed while moving her hips against your mouth impatiently. You didn’t want to keep your boss waiting. Determined, you started bobbing your head to get more movement and began licking her as hard and fast as you could. Her hips rose from pleasure but you didn’t stop until her body jolted abruptly and her pussy spasmed against your mouth. You could feel more juices gush out of her and you licked her clean while rubbing tight circles around your clit. You came with your mouth on her trembling pussy, drenched in her juices.

Out of breath, you threw yourself to her side to rest momentarily with your arms around her. She had that afterglow on her, so pretty and-

“I was thinking about a promotion,” she said, her head on your chest. 

Your resignation letter long forgotten you nodded languidly, thinking for a moment. “To a guard dog?” A dumb smile on your face, hoping to make her laugh. “It will take some time.”

“You’re well trained already.” Drawing circles on your stomach with her finger, Makima hummed, pleased with your answer, “I’ll wait.”

She knew just how to keep you around.

[naughtyneganjdm]

Good Luck Charm - Chapter 32

Summary: As time goes by, Negan starts to go crazy to himself while being held prisoner in Alexandria.

Characters: Negan, Y/N/reader (OC), Evie, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, Severe Angst, Thoughts of Suicide, Negan trying to hurt himself, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/144929551

Notes: Back at it with some time jumping. Looking to finish this soon. Thanks to those that still read this!

Pinching at the bridge of his nose, Negan didn’t know what hurt more. His head that he smashed against the wall after Michonne denied bringing him Lucille or his throat after he tried to hang himself from the sheet using the bars of his cell. Both attempts were failures. Every time Negan got close to killing himself, he panicked and backed down. That’s why Maggie coming here to kill him was his only sure shot of dying. And when she left him there to rot, he knew that he would never be able to kill himself. His one chance was Maggie and that failed too.

Hearing that Rick went missing after blowing up the bridge, Negan knew that he would certainly be left alone to himself from here on out. No one talked to him. No one bothered with him. Gabriel found him after one of his suicide attempts, but no one cared. He could only imagine the hell that he was going to suffer now with Rick gone. Rick was the one person fighting for him, even if he was still being tortured. In all the time he was down here, Rick was the only person that bothered to talk to him. Even though Rick hated him, it still seemed like Rick treated him like a human being. The other people here? No one was going to take the time with him to bother. So all that pain and all that agony? It was only going to intensify the loneliness now that he knew he was alone. And being alone was the thing that broke him the most right now. Being trapped in his own thoughts was a very dangerous thing. 

Every second felt like hours being trapped down here. So much time had passed since he had been locked up and he was miserable. Heart broken. Sad. Never before had he truly understood what it was like to feel like this.

“It’s time,” Negan heard the sound of Y/N’s voice filling the air, causing him to jump. He had been to his silence for so long that it surprised him when he heard her voice. Lifting his head up from the cot, he noticed that she wasn’t in the cell with him. His vision of her was standing by the door to the room that his cell was in.

“Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” Negan breathed out, wincing when he pulled himself up from the cot. It had been a long time since he had actually moved from the position he was in. He just didn’t have the energy or motivation to get up. “I didn’t think you were here anymore. I thought you left me.”

Something looked different from the expression on her face. It made him uncomfortable when he pushed his hands into his pockets, “I’m glad you didn’t. It’s nice hearing your voice.”

“It’s time Negan,” she repeated what she said beforehand drawing him to let out a confused exhale.

“For what?” Negan’s nose wrinkled, his head dropping down as he tried to get a better look at her through the bars.

“You don’t need me anymore,” she claimed, her head tipping back just enough for their eyes to connect. It had a rush of fear flooding into his veins and he let out a panicked sound.

“I don’t need you anymore? That’s not true,” Negan immediately shook his head, his throat tensing up when he saw the sadness in her eyes. “Y/N, I need you more than ever. With Rick gone, no one talks to me. I don’t see the children anymore. I haven’t in years. You’re all I have.”

“You don’t want me Negan and quite frankly, I don’t want to be here anymore,” Y/N clarified, folding her arms out in front of her chest. Her confession caused Negan to let out a worried sound when he walked over to the cell door. “One look at what you thought was Lucille and she was all you could think about.”

“That’s what you’re leaving for?” Negan frowned, his fingers squeezing tighter around the bars when he felt a rush of fear flood his veins. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about Lucille a lot lately, but it was just the cherry on top. I love you. I love you so much.”

“You never loved me, Negan. We both know that,” she suggested which had him pulling his body as close to the bars as possible. “After all the time I’ve spent inside of your head, I think I would know more than anyone that you never loved me. What we had? It wasn’t real.”

“I know I made you feel that way,” Negan began with a whimper, his chest aching thinking back on his past. “But that’s not true. I wish I could go back and do things over. Do them over the right way. My problem was that I loved two people in my life and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“It’s always excuses Negan,” she hinted, but he dramatically shook his head again not wanting her to focus on that idea.

“I loved you. I loved you so much and I still love you,” Negan stressed, pressing his left hand in over the center of his chest. “Hurting you the way I did, it was so wrong. I know that. I did so much to let you down and I wish I could go back, but I swear to you I always fucking loved you.”

“You’ve tried killing yourself multiple times Negan. And like you said to Maggie, you want to be with your wife. You want to be with Lucille,” she pointed out what he had said to Maggie causing his face to drop and turn pale. “I think it’s time that we finally parted ways so I can move on. Because being here with you? It only makes me sad.”

“I’ve been making you sad for a long time and believe it or not, I understand it now,” Negan vowed, his voice breaking with the worry that she was being serious about this whole thing with leaving. “You told me how sad I made you when I left you for Lucille. How you never felt more alone. Maybe this is my punishment for that. I never thought about how much suffering you went through in being alone. I can’t remember the last time I was to myself before all of this. And I left you alone at eight months pregnant. And then you were alone every two weeks I took Evie.”

Her jaw flexed, emotions visibly flooding her features when she lowered her head, folded her arms in front of her chest and remained silent.

“I can’t handle being alone,” Negan decided, his remorse growing more the longer he spoke. “I never could. And you were always the person that made me feel the least alone. I never had to hide myself from you. You knew me. You knew all of me and you always accepted me. When we were together, I could always talk to you. I could always tell you how I felt because you listened. And you heard me. You never thought I was stupid. You never shamed me. You tried to help me. Not like Lucille. I always felt stupid when I talked to Lucille about how things were because…”

“You left me for Lucille,” she interrupted his thought process which had a long exhale falling from Negan. “You tell me all the time how much of a better lover I was. How you felt better with me. How I was the best lover. How we were the better duo. But I’ve never been enough for you. I never have Negan. Getting with me was you avoiding being alone. You didn’t love me. Maybe you grew to care, but I was a roof over your head. I kept your belly full and I gave you everything. I gave you everything and it still wasn’t enough.”

“I was greedy. I was selfish,” Negan whined, his words quiet as they fell from his lips. “It’s so hard being in a position where you love two people. Because half of you wants to be with one of them, but the other…”

“Negan, I love you. So much,” she began with a frown, interrupting him mid thought, “but I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth. Half of you didn’t want to be with me and half with her. All of you wanted to be with her because we both know that you loved Lucille more. We do. And pretending that you didn’t, it’s just you lying to me more and I hate it. No matter what you say, no matter how many times you say it – we both know that you would never pick me if you could go back. Every chance, you would pick Lucille. You would leave me alone in that house and nothing would stop you.”

Tipping his head down, Negan felt a lump growing in his throat. It always was hard because more than anything Y/N wanted to be endlessly loved by Negan. She wanted to be his number one, but there was always that thought that she loved him more than he loved her. And he could never say anything to correct that because she was the loyal one. She was the one that stayed dedicated to him throughout. She was the one that gave up everything for him. He never did that. And he knew that.

“You’re the only thing keeping me going,” Negan slurred, stating the first thing that was on his mind. Outstretching his hand, he attempted to reach out for her to touch her. At The Sanctuary, this vision of her scared the hell out of him. Back then he realized he was going fucking nuts though and he was afraid of it. Now he accepted it. And he meant it. She was the only thing that was keeping him going.

“And that was always the problem,” she frowned, pushing her hands into her pockets disappointing him that she wouldn’t accept the gesture. “I was always there to lift you up when you were feeling down. But what about me? Who was there to lift me up when I was down? Not you. No, you left me whenever you got what you wanted from me. I made you whole again and you left me the second you got the chance. Our children were all that I had.”

“Please don’t say these things,” Negan begged feeling incredible amounts of guilt hearing these things all over again. “I fucked up so much, I did. But those four years together? We were so happy. They were some of the best years of my life. And when you, when we…” Negan paused when he went to mention what happened to her when she was bit, it made him tremor because he didn’t want to actually stress the fact that she died. “After we got married, the two of us were good. You know that we were happy.”

“Was I?” she questioned and it had Negan’s lips parting, a shuddering breath falling from them at the thought that she still wasn’t happy. “Do you think you made me happy in that short time?”

“I gave you the one thing you always wanted,” Negan claimed, his eyebrows furrowing when she smirked and lowered her head. “More than anything, you wanted to be married to me. That’s what you always wanted. You wanted to be my wife.”

“I wanted you to love me as much as I loved you,” she corrected him, tears burning at her eyes when she couldn’t even stand to look at him in that moment. “That’s what I wanted more than anything Negan.”

“I…” Negan paused, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when she lifted her head, her eyes narrowing out at him. “I tried.”

“And that was the problem,” she acknowledged letting out a long sigh, folding her arms out in front of her chest. “You tried, but you never did. I loved you more and you know that. I was your good luck charm Negan. Just like you always told me. And I was your compass. I led you to your happiness. And you?” she had to stop when her emotions got the best of her. “Well loving you led me to my grave.”

Hearing that broke Negan with his breathing labored when she stepped further back away from the jail cell, “I love you Negan. I’ve always loved you. I gave up myself in order to make you happy. And in a way it was my fault for sticking around as long as I did. I saw it in the way you looked at me. From the start I did,” she explained, sliding down onto the ground and resting her back against the wall. Staring down at her, Negan bit down on his bottom lip starting to realize that this was his way of punishing himself again. “You were just trying to force yourself to love me. I think you wanted to. And for a while you believed it. But I knew you were never truly mine. You were always Lucille’s. God, I just loved you so fucking much. You were the first person that made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this world. I had nothing and then suddenly I had everything. I knew better than to believe in happy endings. I was always destined to be miserable. Some people get lucky in life, that wasn’t me.”

“I don’t think you realize Y/N, but you were my happy ending,” Negan whispered, lowering down on the ground, still clasping tightly to the bars. “I could have had the perfect life. The life that I always wanted and more. Because you, you were everything right in this world. The sad thing is knowing that everything you’re saying, I know you believed. I was the one destined to be miserable because the moment I let you slip through my fingers I made the biggest mistake of my life. God proved that to me again and again. The problem was always me. Never you.”

Reasoning these things out loud, Negan’s tears burned at his eyes and he whimpered, “You asked one thing from me. And I couldn’t even give you that because I’m the poison,” Negan admitted, his throat tensing up when he let out a tremoring exhale. “Our children are parentless now because of my bad decisions. And now that you’re gone, I’m holding onto this memory of you. That was my problem, I could never fucking let you go. You always deserved better than me and I knew that.”

Squeezing his fingers tightly to the bars, Negan shook his head and let out a hiss, “You’re not real. You were never real. I’ve been doing to this vision of you what I did to Y/N the whole time she was alive. I kept her miserable and heart broken. When she was alive, I clung on just enough to make sure that she was always there because she was my safety net. The thing that made me feel protected. When the truth is that I should have been alone the whole time. Both Lucille and Y/N deserved better than me.”

Rocking where he was seated, Negan shook his head and noticed the way his vision of her stood slowly, “Even in death I can’t allow her peace because I always counted on her to be the person to fix me. To make me feel whole.”

Dropping back on the floor, Negan looked up at the ceiling and huffed loudly, “I would beg for you to stay, but I know you won’t. Because now more than ever I’m realizing I’m alone and I’m always going to be alone. And that’s my fucking fault. I would do anything to keep you here, but you were never here to begin with.”

For so long he was confused about the visions he was having of Y/N. But the longer he was here, the more he began to realize the image of Y/N was something that his brain conjured up in order to keep him from breaking. More than anything, he needed to have her in his life, so that’s what his brain did. He created a version of her to keep himself from breaking down.

“She would be so disappointed in the man that I remained and I know that. And now that I’m here, I’m too much of a chicken shit to kill myself even though more than anything I want to be with her and Lucille. But I’m scared. Scared of the unknown and it breaks me even more to know that the two people that made me feel the most alive are fucking gone. I deserve this. I deserve to be alone. After everything I did, this is my perfect ending.”

“I almost feel bad for you,” Negan heard the sound of his own voice and he lifted his head to see The Sanctuary version of himself standing before him at the bars. Great. Now he was seeing himself. He really was batshit. “You had a chance at a new life and you picked me. But that’s what you always did. You picked yourself first. Now look at you.”

Hearing the familiar whistle that he started with The Saviors, Negan tipped his head to the side to watch his vision of himself head over to his vision of Y/N, “Even being a figment of your imagination the girl is too afraid to leave you because of what you might become. The one thing that kept you grounded disappearing after this long? How are you gonna survive with her gone?”

Slamming his head back against the ground, Negan winced with his eyes squeezing shut. Hitting his head several more times had an aching pain growing there. It was so rough that he was certain another hit would knock him unconscious like he had done before.

Turning his head to the side Negan watched the image of Y/N fade before his eyes and he let out a cry, “She was never here to begin with.”

Everything hurt and he knew after this moment he would truly never see Y/N again. Letting out a roar of anger, Negan threw his head back one final time looking to escape his agony if only for a short amount of time. And with one final successful smack of his head against the concrete it led to him blacking out allowing the loneliness to finally engulf him.

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The sound of something shattering pulled Negan from his slumber with his eyes snapping open. Frowning, Negan lifted his hand and ran it down over the front of his face. It had been quite some time since Rick went missing and the vision Negan had of Y/N finally left him. Sleeping was the only escape he truly got from reality. Mother nature was too cruel to take him from this world, so each day grew longer and lonelier. But he was living with it. With Rick gone, Negan had little to no interaction with the people of Alexandria.

Most days were spent with him lying on the floor of his cell listening. Many Alexandrians would come to his window to mock him. It was something that Rick’s presence had kept from happening, but now both adults and children poked fun at him. Day and night. But he just accepted his fate.

Thankfully the only people that seemed to come down to give him things were Gabriel and Siddiq so he was safe in that area but it didn’t stop people from threatening him through his window. Urging him to finish the job with trying to kill himself.

After Rick went missing and was assumed dead, it just didn’t matter anymore to people. Rick wasn’t there to preach about his goodness and why Negan was there. He was pretty certain that the only reason he was still alive was for Michonne to honor Rick in her own way. But she really didn’t like coming near him either. And he didn’t blame her. There were no doubts that the sight of him likely brought back bad memories for her.

Disappointment flooded Negan’s veins every time he woke up because it just proved another day unsuccessful at Negan finally getting what he wanted in being dead. Never did he pick up eating again. There was no sense in it. His body was suffering. Both physically and mentally, but it was better in his opinion to go out this way than to allow himself to suffer longer. Eating meant more years spent to himself. If he withered away, then maybe one day he would be allowed the gift of no longer being here. Because killing himself wasn’t an option. The best he got out of his attempts was just a headache or a sore throat. So starving himself became a new thing for him. Really, he didn’t even crave food anymore. There was an ache in his stomach, but his body came to terms with how things really were.

Grumbling to himself, Negan rolled off the cot he was laying on allowing his body to smack up against the floor. Gabriel was trying hard to get Negan to eat, but he was failing. Depression ate away at Negan once he finally realized that he lost everything. He was never leaving this place. He was never seeing his children again and he would never escape his own thoughts. Although, he did have to give credit to Gabriel’s persistence. He was trying. He kept trying. But nothing was really working.

Groaning out, Negan heard the sound of the door being very slowly pulled open and he huffed, “Gabey boy, I don’t know what you’re coming down here with now, but I want none of it. So just leave me alone.”

Silence followed along with the door closing and Negan rolled on his side to look at the door. His eyes weren’t adjusted yet, but the silhouette was different. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that the smaller frame was frozen in place.

“Daddy?” hearing the faint voice had Negan scrambling to get to his knees, swiftly crawling to the bars of his cell when the dark figure stepped forward into the light that was showing through the cracks in his window. Finally seeing Evie’s face had Negan letting out a tremoring breath.

“Evie?” Negan muttered her name, a whimper falling from his throat at the sight of her. It had been over two years since he had seen her, but he could see the worry in her eyes while she stared out at him. Fear started to set in. What if this was a vision he was creating of her. She was older, but it wasn’t that hard to imagine what she would look like older for him. “Is that really you?”

Nodding, it didn’t look like she knew what to say while she stood a good distance away from him. Waving his hand, he urged her to him, but she looked back at the door almost worried that someone would come and find them.

“Let me see you,” Negan begged, his voice cracking when she stepped in closer to his cell. Once she was close enough he lifted up on his knees and outstretched his shaky palm. At first it seemed like she was nervous for him to touch her before Negan palmed in over the side of her young features. By the warmth against his palm, he could tell that this was real and not another one of his visions. “It’s really you baby girl.”

As soon as realization set in, tears started to fall from Negan’s eyes, “Look at you. You’re so beautiful. You got so tall.”

Closing her eyes, Evie leaned into Negan’s touch and let out a tremoring breath. Tears were burning at Negan’s flesh having her there with him. It was the first time that he was able to touch someone in so long and he never thought he would be able to see either of his children again, “Evie, I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry.”

Starting to sob, Negan saw her hazel eyes flutter to an open and she stepped in closer to his cell, “I was so mean the last time we saw each other. Everything I said back then, I was so wrong. The problem was never you, it was always me. You are perfect. In every way possible. And I’ve always been so proud of you. I love you so much and I should have listened to you all along. I’m so sorry.”

Setting her bag down at her side, Evie uneasily lifted her hand to curl her fingers around Negan’s wrist. Her fingers squeezed at his wrist and he let out another whimper having the gentle caress of her touch over his flesh.

“You need to know that I love you,” Negan was desperate to get everything out all at once. “What I said was just me angry and I was a mess. You’re the best thing I’ve ever done with my life.” 

“You don’t mean that,” she frowned and Negan immediately shook his head, outstretching his other hand to cup her face in his hands lovingly.

“I do mean that. I mean that so much. I never wanted something more in my life,” Negan hushed her, his thumbs sweeping over her cheeks. “When I told you that you were daddy’s little dream come true, I meant it. You mean everything to me Evie. I love you so much. And no matter what happens in the future, I need you to know that. You were always the best of me. Daddy just made so many bad, very poor decisions and you should have always been the first thing on my list.”

Hearing the sound of her crying broke his heart and he knew that he shouldn’t have been unloading on her like this, but he needed to get this all out before she left because he didn’t know how much time he had left with her, “You were taking care of me back at The Sanctuary and you should have never had to do that. I let my emotions eat me whole and I never meant the negative things that I said. Truth is? I’ve never been a good enough father to you. You deserved so much better than me and I know that. Both you and your mother. But I don’t regret having you. I love you more than anything.”

Getting up onto his feet, Negan pulled her closer to the cell and did his best to hug her. It was uncomfortable and it wasn’t exactly a real hug, but he was holding her as best as he could. Pressing a loving kiss to her forehead, Negan exhaled loudly and wondered if he was dreaming.

“How are you here?” Negan wondered, his words vibrating against her skin with her head resting against the center of his chest. “Did they let you come in here?”

“People have been too busy with other things,” she explained, tipping her head back. Her tears had soaked at his shirt and with those that were left he lifted his hand to swipe at them with his thumb. “I saw that no one has been on your door for a while the last few days. They come for your meals, but other than that, no one. I made sure it was the same way for a while before I took my chance.”

“My smart, brave little girl,” Negan brushed his fingers through her dark hair and let out a shuddering breath. “I never thought I would see you again.”

“I thought the same thing,” she explained with a broken sound, her eyes showing the sadness that lingered in them. Looking him over, she let out a worried breath and shook her head. “You’re so skinny.”

“Hey, don’t worry about me,” Negan hushed her, offering up a weak smile. He could only imagine how awful he looked right now. Even though he assured her to not worry about him, he could see by the way that she was eyeing him over that she was shocked by his appearance.

“Daddy…” her bottom lip tremored, but Negan tried to get her to look him in the eyes so she wouldn’t worry about him.

“Are they taking care of you?” Negan questioned, his hands shaking with him still having a hard time believing that she was actually standing there before him.

“As well as strangers can,” Evie was honest, with a tip of her head. “They aren’t like you or mommy. But they try.”

“That’s good,” Negan nodded his head about, his heart hammering in his chest. The sound of footsteps was heard and Negan motioned her to be quiet. They both waited in panic for someone to find her down there, but after they waited a minute or so they realized that they were safe.

“I’ve heard things,” she began, something changing in her expression when she eyed Negan over. He knew that he had to look very different to her. Hell, he had dropped so much weight and he had never had a beard this big when he was around her or his hair this short. “Lots of things.”

“I…I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m sure by now you know that daddy isn’t the best of men,” Negan contemplated whatever it was she was speaking about, but he knew that he couldn’t hide the things that he had done from her. “I’ve done some really horrible things…”

“I know,” she confessed with a loud sigh and there was a sense of disappointment that flooded over her young features. “But that’s not why I’m here. I…heard you tried to kill yourself. A few times. And that you aren’t eating…”

“You…” Negan’s words came to a stop when he realized that his daughter knew what he had done leaving him feeling ashamed. Evie was young, but not young enough to not understand the things that he had done. The things that he was doing. “I was really sad Evie. I was in a dark place and I didn’t think there was anything else for me to do. It’s hard for me to see the point even now.”

“You can’t do that,” Evie firmly stated with a small frown when she reached for her bag. Leaving him for a minute had him letting out a panicked breath because he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. Unzipping the bag, she pulled out a small container and she held it in front of him. Getting the lid off of it, he saw that there was a cupcake inside of it along with a few cookies. “Ms. Carol made these for me and I asked her if I could have a few before tonight.”

“Tonight?” Negan’s eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“It’s my birthday today,” she announced, her bottom lip tremoring when he let out a sharp exhale. “I turn thirteen today. She’s been really good to both Nathan and I. Making things for us when it was our birthdays.”

“Oh baby,” Negan outstretched his hand letting out a tremoring breath at the idea that it was her birthday. “Thirteen? Geez. Where has the time gone? I’m sorry. I didn’t know what day it was down here. Happy birthday baby girl.”

“Thanks,” she didn’t say much, she just half smiled and nodded down toward the container that she brought. “I wanted to give these to you. So you have something to eat that’s good. I don’t know what they are feeding you here.”

“Oh honey, I can’t take your food,” Negan denied, shaking his head in response, but she pushed them into his lower abdomen. “Baby, they are for your birthday. And they shouldn’t be wasted on me because they were made for you.”

“Dad, please,” she begged seeing the expression changing behind Negan’s eyes. “They said you weren’t eating. Please eat them for me. I know you don’t want to be here, but I can’t lose you. Knowing that you are here and not being able to see you is better than knowing that you are gone forever like mom. So please…stop trying to kill yourself and eat. For me.”

Hearing her begging him to eat had Negan’s arms dropping down at his sides, his jaw flexing when she started breaking down into tears, “Please. Please eat.”

“Okay baby,” Negan cried in return, shakily reaching out to grab one of the cookies that she brought. Taking a small bite had her lowering her head and he cleared his throat when he swallowed it down. When she looked to him again, he took another bite and she whimpered.

“Promise me you won’t do it again,” she spoke in a desperate tone having Negan’s whole body tensing up. “If you really love me and you mean all the things that you said, promise me that you won’t try to kill yourself again. Promise me that you will start eating.”

Everything tightened up and it felt like all the air left his lungs with his daughter sobbing before him. Taking the container from her hand, Negan set it down on the ground and pulled her closer to him again so he could hold her with her sobbing against the center of his chest. He couldn’t imagine it was very comfortable for her doing this through the bars of his cell door, but they were doing their best.

“I know you hate it here, but you can’t die,” she declared and it had Negan’s heart-breaking hearing her breaking down at the idea of him dying. Her palm pushed into the center of his chest, her head tipping back up to stare up at him with misery in her eyes. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” Negan assured her finally, nuzzling his nose in against the top of her head. “I promise you I won’t hurt myself again and I will start eating.”

“Do you mean it?” she dropped her head back to look up at him with tears in her eyes again. “I already lost mom and I can’t lose you too. I don’t care what happened or how mad I’ve been at you. You can’t die on me. You can’t die on us. We need you.”

“I mean it,” Negan pulled her in toward him again caressing his fingers against the back of her neck while she calmed down. There were a lot of tears. So much in fact that he was worried people would hear them, but thankfully they never did. It took a while, but by the time that they both relaxed, they were sitting on the ground next to each other. They both had their backs against the wall with the cell bars between them. Negan was eating one of the cookies while they sat in silence. It was hard to eat, but he was forcing himself to eat for her. After so long with nothing in his stomach, it didn’t feel great finally eating something down. Plus the cookies were dry, but he was doing his best to appease her. “So…you’re thirteen, huh?”

“Yeah,” she smirked, sliding her palm beneath the cell bars. Her fingers hooked with Negan’s and it took his breath away. Squeezing her fingers tighter with his, Negan tipped his head back and stared out at her for a long moment. “How does it feel to be an old fart?”

“I mean it feels exactly like that,” Negan snorted hearing her giggle and he reached up with his free hand to stroke down over his longer beard. “I probably look like an old fart with this. I need to shave it.”

“I think so,” she agreed with him, nodding toward the container that she gave him. “You should eat the cupcake.”

“Only if you split it with me,” Negan muttered getting a glare in response, but he didn’t care. “It only feels right to have a cake with my daughter on her birthday.”

“Fine,” she grumbled watching Negan shakily break the cupcake in half before being careful in the way that he handed her over the other half of the cupcake. Watching her take a bite made him smile before he uneasily lifted his half to take a similar sized bite. 

There was silence between them which upset Negan. There was so much he wanted to say but he didn’t want to overwhelm her with all the things that he was thinking.

“Do you remember when we went to Disney?” Negan finally spoke uneasily taking another bite of the cupcake she gave him. He was actually surprised that Carol made it taste as good as she did with each bite he took. 

“Of course,” she smirked noticing that Negan was staring at her. “Why?”

“Just with it being your birthday, it got me thinking about that. It’s just one of my favorite memories. That whole trip was,” Negan explained with a crack of a smile tugging at his lips. “You had so much energy. You kept going and going. I didn’t know how I was gonna keep up with you, but it was amazing.”

“It’s when I gave you that locket,” she pointed toward his neck and he frowned. His long eyelashes fluttered and he had to force himself to look away from her. “What?”

“Uhm, they took it from me when I got here,” Negan responded seeing the upset expression that she gave when she swallowed down hard. “They took the locket and my bracelet when I was unconscious. I don’t know why. I think they thought I would use it as a weapon or something to escape.”

“Would you?” she inquired, her eyebrow arching in curiosity and he shook his head. “Then why didn’t they give it to you?”

“Because I’m not a good man Evie,” Negan reminded her with a frown, hating to admit that to her, but it was the best way he could explain things to her. “They don’t trust me.” 

“How can I help you?” Evie blurt out finishing with her last bite of the cupcake that Negan had given her.

“You just being here has helped me more than you will ever know,” Negan assured her with a wink realizing that he felt so incredibly lucky to spend this time with Evie when he thought he was never going to see her again. “Just getting to be with you on your birthday? That’s a dream come true for me. I never thought I would see you again and here you are.”

“I mean escape,” she breathed out and it made Negan immediately shake his head. Hearing that scared him because he didn’t want the people in Alexandria to hear that. By how they mocked him at his window, he was worried that if they heard her say that they would hurt her. “You can’t stay here like this.”

“I can and I will,” Negan concluded, wiping at his bottom lip after he finished the cupcake. “I don’t want you to do anything to try to get me out of here. You and your brother are safe here. You have people taking care of you. They are feeding you. You look good. I can’t have you risk getting hurt trying to get me out of here. I won’t allow that to happen.”

“But Nathan and I should be with you,” she stressed, her face scrunching up and she shook her head. His answer upset her, but he didn’t care. At least in this situation he knew that she would be safe. The last thing he wanted was to put her in harm’s way. “We are meant to be with you, not these people.”

“You are always with me Evie,” Negan insisted outstretching his hand to place it over hers to give it a firm squeeze. “I’m right here. We’re together even though we’re apart. You don’t know how people will react toward me or you if they think I’m gonna try to break out. So don’t do that.”

“But this is wrong daddy,” she was upset that he didn’t want her helping him, but it panicked him to think what people would do if they ever heard this kind of discussion. “We should be together.”

“I did this to myself Evie. And I’m sorry I put your brother and you in this position,” Negan apologized, turning to face her while keeping his fingers hooked with hers. “But this is the way things have to be. Or else we could be in danger. I don’t know what’s out there.”

“The farm,” she began and Negan hushed her, looking up toward the window that was in his cell. “It could still be good.”

“But we don’t know that,” Negan responded with a long sigh, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration toward himself that he allowed her to even begin to think that escaping was an option. It wasn’t. “Even now, I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to sneak in here to see me again. Which is why I need to stress to you how much this means to me. To be able to see you? It’s been amazing. And I love you so fucking much.”

“I don’t want this to be the last time I see you,” she whimpered and it broke his heart to hear her say it like she did. After all he did and said, to see that she still felt this way made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. “I’m upset with you, but you’re my dad and I love you.”

“And I love you,” Negan winked, a tired smile tugging at his lips. Of course there were going to be hurt feelings, but just having her tell him that she loved him? That’s all he needed to hear and more. More than anything he had to protect her and if it meant getting his shit back together, then he would. Because the last thing he needed was her putting herself in harm’s way. “But I made a promise to you. I won’t hurt myself and I will start eating again. For you. Okay?”

“Okay,” she didn’t know what else to say with Negan pushing his hands between the bars to capture her jaw between his thumb and index finger. It made her smile with the way he stared out at her. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Negan winked, sweeping his thumb over her jawline before sighing loudly. Pressing his forehead against hers through the opening of the bars, Negan let out a tremoring breath realizing how much he missed his daughter. “Your mother would be so proud of you.”

A hurt exhale fell from her lips when she lowered her head. What he said seemed to upset her and she bit down on her bottom lip. Looking back to her bag, she slid away from Negan and he almost reached for her to keep her where she was, but he didn’t want to force her to stay there. If she wanted to leave, that was her right. Instead of leaving, she opened the bag and grabbed something from inside of it. Sliding it underneath the cell bars had Negan’s eyes follow the movement and he reached out to grab it. Noticing that it was a piece of paper, Negan unfolded it and when he saw what it was he let out a tense breath realizing that Evie was obviously drawing him and Y/N together from the photo that he had kept with him at The Sanctuary.

“I kept the photos that you had. I found your jacket that they had here and I pulled them out so I wouldn’t forget what you or mom looked like,” she confessed, her face scrunching up when she realized that Negan started to cry again over the drawing that she had done. There were faint footsteps, so she remained quiet for a moment before speaking up again. With a trembling hand, Negan pulled the drawing closer to his face and smiled. “I don’t want you to forget her face either.”

“Thank you,” Negan felt the warmth of his tears sliding down his face. Folding the paper back up, he stuck it in his pocket and realized that he would have to find a way to hide it so no one knew that Evie had been here. “I’ll keep this safely with me.”

“You’re not upset with me taking the photos, are you?” she wondered pulling her knees to her chest when she sat before him on the ground. “I know that they were yours, but I wanted them after they told me that I would never see you again. They were cleaning out this area, I saw your jacket and I just took them before they could see.”

“You really are your father’s daughter,” Negan winked which made her smile when he acknowledged her quick hands. “You know I would never be mad at you for that. I’m glad that you have them and they aren’t withering away somewhere. Although…”

“What?” Evie tipped her head to the side and looked curious to what he was about to say.

“Did you see the locket and the bracelet?” Negan inquired, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when he brought up the things that he had mentioned to Rick a while back. “They took everything from me when I first got here.”

“No,” she shook her head and Negan let out a disappointed breath. “Why?”

“Why?” Negan cracked a smile, placing his hand in over the center of his chest. “Because I don’t want to forget your face either. That locket belongs here. It’s where it was always meant to be. And the bracelet? The bracelet connects me to you and your mother.”

“And you want to be close to us?” Evie muttered, her features showing clear confusion and he nodded his head. “You actually want those things?”

“Of course I want those things,” Negan slid in closer to her, stretching his hand out to brush her hair away from her eyes. “I never said it enough, but you are everything to me Evie. I should have told your mother that more often too when she was here. How amazing she was. How she was everything and more. You both were. You still are.”

“I’m sorry I let you down,” Evie lowered her head leaving Negan to let out a heavy exhale feeling as if he had just been kicked in the gut.

“No! No, Evie. You never let me down. I let you down,” Negan asserted, his throat tensing up and the vein at the side of his neck slightly bulging. “Listen to me. There was never anything wrong with you. If anything I am so…so proud of you. Please never think anything else. I’m not a good man Evie, I never was and I’m sorry I couldn’t be the best version of myself for you. I should have been the best of me for you. I let you down. Not the other way around.”

There were the tears again. They both wanted to say so much but it sounded like things were getting busy outside the window and Evie lowered her head allowing Negan to pull her in closer so he could press a kiss over her forehead.

“I should probably leave before people start getting back and someone realizes I’m here,” she grew disappointed, slowly pulling herself up from the floor and he did the same, having some trouble with his back when he did. Dumping out the rest of the cookies on his bed, Negan handed her over the container and gave her a wink. “I really do love you daddy. No matter how much I’ve been hurt, I still love you.”

“And I’m the luckiest man in the world to know that you still love me and that I’m your dad,” Negan tremored, reaching out to brush her dark hair out of her eyes once more. “I love you so much Evie. Never forget that.”

Bringing her in close one more time, Negan let a kiss linger over her forehead before allowing her to step back. When she stopped at the door, she reached for the knob and looked back at Negan with something different in her eyes.

Heading back toward Negan, Evie noticed that Negan’s breathing grew louder. Reaching up, Evie grabbed something that was around her neck. Pulling it up carefully, she got it over her head before extending it out before Negan. A shuddering breath fell from Negan’s lips when he saw that it was his locket that Evie had given him. The rings he had there were still on it and it surprised him to see that she had it.

“I didn’t think you originally wanted these. I’m sorry I lied to you,” Evie apologized holding out the locket further allowing Negan to accept it in his tremoring fingers. Once the light hit it, the design shined brightly. Shaking through every movement, Negan managed to open up the locket. A smile tugged at his tired features when he saw the photos inside. “I took these too when I found your jacket. I didn’t know if I would ever see you again and they…they smelled like your cologne still. It was the closest thing to being near you without stealing the jacket. I know I couldn’t get away with that.”

Closing the locket, Negan looked at the rings and stroked his fingers over the one he had given Y/N when they got married, “Your mother wanted me to give you this ring to remember her by. I should have given it to you, but I just…”

“You couldn’t let her go,” Evie finished for him drawing Negan’s eyes to lift up to hers and he realized they were both still crying but trying to get through everything. “I get it. That’s meant to be with you. It was always meant to be with you.”

Stepping forward, Evie’s hands placed over his wrist and she urged them up for Negan to put the locket back on allowing it to rest at the center of his chest where it had been previously, “Don’t lose it this time, okay?”

“I promise,” Negan cried seeing her pushing up the sleeve of her jacket to roll down the bracelet that was his. Handing it over to him had him swallowing down hard. “Are you sure? You don’t want this to keep you safe?”

“You need it. So that way you know that I still need you here,” Evie grabbed his wrist and pushed the bracelet back over his arm. Stroking her fingers over the back of Negan’s hand had him exhaling loudly. “I love you daddy. And if I never see you again, I hope you realize how much I still need you. How much Nathan still needs you.”

“I love you so much,” Negan realized that this was their final goodbye and it broke him to think that he may never see her again. Stepping forward, he pulled her in so he could do his best to squeeze her tightly to him. “You were always the best of me and your mother. And your mother? She will always live on through you. I hope you know that. She would be so very proud of you.”

When Evie stepped away from him, he could see that she was sad, but she sucked in a sharp breath of air and nodded her head slowly. Staring out at Negan, she let her fingers slowly slip from his and she headed for the door. 

Watching her leave was hard. Nothing hurt more since being here than watching Evie leave the room. At first he did his best to try to hold it together, but the longer she was away, the sadder he grew leaving him a sobbing mess on his cot. After everything he’d been through, he missed her so much and getting that small amount of time with her made him realize just how much he wanted her in his life.

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I Saw You First (Pt. 2) ~ Part 7.5

Thank you @zoroswifesblog for this request!! Here's Part 1. I recommend that if you're reading through the series (linked below) to read this after part 7. This is Zoro's pov of the next day.

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1309

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Summary: It's the morning after your first night with the cook, and Zoro is determined to make you forget about him. Zoro grapples with his rage, and tries to understand why he's so worked up over your casual arrangement.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, No Smut here except for brief memory descriptions, Casual Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Angst, Anger, Shame, Mild Violence Mentioned, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Crewmates with Benefits, Relationship Discussions

A/N: Feelings are tough, Zoro's having a bad day, y'all

I’m gonna show you. 

Zoro had barely noticed he was awake before the rampage of thoughts from last night piled on his brain. The sounds he’d heard, your little whines while you let that idiot cook fuck you in the kitchen. 

Trying to scrape the anger off of his skin in the shower, he had to hop around, shaking himself to release the images flooding his mind now.

Right there. She hung onto that safety bar when I fucked her against the wall. She was so fucking good, so tight and wet. She took it so well, even though I didn’t go easy on her.  

“Fuck.”

He rushed out of there, wanting to save his energy for everything he planned on doing to you later.

I’m gonna fuck the memory of him out of you. 

Zoro paced in his small room before heading to the galley. He kept his gaze away from the cook, and waited for you by the door. 

He sat next to you at the booth, blocking the waiter from leaning in close to you like he had the day before.

You were blinking slowly, your under eyes a bit dark. He tried to convince himself it was because being with Sanji had bored you so much. He shoved away the thoughts of how late it was before you left last night, the sounds of you both moaning as you came. 

Zoro’s grip on your thigh started pressing, and he let up. 

But he hung on a bit tighter when Sanji leaned over him to give you a fancy fucking coffee, with a pretentious little flower painted on the foam.

The pathetic perv has to bribe her. 

“I told you Usopp, Y/N’s sick. Chopper, can fevers make you go deaf?”

“Actually yes, a high fever can cause cochlear damage-”

“She’s not sick, she’s just been having trouble sleeping. Right, Y/N?”

He hadn’t registered what Luffy had asked until Robin’s calm, pointed words broke through. She looked at you, but her gaze slid to Zoro as he narrowed his eyes at her. 

Who fucking cares if she knows. 

You rushed out of the kitchen, and he followed you out on deck before he caught another glimpse of him. 

You let out a cute little yawn, and Zoro watched the line of your body as you stretched. 

Fuck, I want you right here, right now. 

His body was nearly buzzing as he came up behind you, breathing across your neck. 

“You’re coming to my room tonight.”

He watched your sweet mouth as you turned with another yawn, leaning toward him as you replied. 

“I can’t tonight, Zoro. I need to get some rest.”

The sound of your moans last night clanged through his ears again, and he felt that rage bubbling up. You took a step back from him, and he couldn’t fucking stop himself, the words leaving his mouth like poison. 

“What, now that cook treats you like a little princess, and you don’t want to fuck me?”

The sound of a lighter sparked behind him.

“I believe the lady told you she wanted a break, Marimo.”

Zoro spun, his fingers on a sword, itching to draw it.

I’m gonna kill this fucker, always butting in on what’s mine. 

“Fucking stop it, both of you. I’m not a piece of meat to fight over.”

Your voice was shaky, but angry, and Zoro turned to watch you take your step back toward him. 

“And Zoro, I enjoy our time together, but there’s a line. You agreed to this, so speak up if you can’t handle it.”

He had to clench his teeth to keep more poisonous words in, anger boiling hotter the longer Sanji stood beside him.

He missed something you said as he imagined everything his swords could do to the cook, and he had to bite his tongue to bring him back to the moment. 

“Okay, rule number one; no fighting over me. The whole point of this arrangement is to keep things casual, and I won’t put myself in the middle of your feud.”

Zoro could barely hold himself back from breaking that rule as you uttered it. 

“Rule number two; no one gets their feelings hurt when I want to take a break. I’m fucking tired, and I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.”

Rage was replaced by hot shame, pouring into Zoro’s stomach.

What the fuck is from with me?

“Fuck, Needy, I didn’t mea-”

He almost flinched as you held your hand out to stop him. 

Fuck, I’m fucking this up. I’m going crazy, why can’t I handle my fucking shit?

“Rule number three; we need to come up with some sort of system to keep things fair. I don’t want to have to choose between you guys, and get caught in your pissing contest.”

The shame stayed in him, but rage bubbled back.

She still wants to let that perv fuck her.

Zoro fucking tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t stop himself from blurting his question out, too soon. 

“So, what’s the system?”

“Let her catch her breath, moss head.”

“You don’t know what she needs, waiter.”

“Guys, seriously? Stop.”

Zoro had leaned toward Sanji’s smug face just aching to slam his fists into it, but your voice cut through. He turned to you, fighting his need to teach that shit head a lesson, and keep calm for you. 

Don’t fucking ruin this. 

“Let’s alternate. One day with Zoro, then the next day with Sanji. And I get to take breaks without you destroying the ship.”

Zoro swallowed the knot of rage that was threatening to bubble up at the thought of continuing to share you with Sanji. He fought to breathe evenly, and missed something else you’d said.

“... Okay then, good! Do we all agree to the terms?”

“Of course dear-“

“Sure-“

“Great! I’m going to get some work done.” 

He turned to watch you walk away, not wanting to look at the piece of shit blond before he broke rule number one. 

“Marimo, you need to-”

“Don’t fucking talk to me, cook.”

Zoro fumed all the way to his quarters, the restraint it took not to break the walls was painful. He started counting pushups and situps again, but all he could think of was your tired, angry face. 

‘I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.’

Slamming his fists against his thighs, Zoro slumped to the floor, putting his head in his hands. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? We’re just fucking, why am I going off the deep end like this? I need to get my shit together. 

Shame curdled in his stomach as Zoro’s mind raced over everything you had said to each other since you’d started this. Clenching his eyes shut again at the thought of you stepping back from him. 

Gods, I’m a piece of shit. Of course she’d rather be with that annoying waiter over me. I fucking scared her. 

Zoro stewed in his anger and disgust for hours, trying to figure out how to fix his fuck up. The thought of you not wanting to see him again made his gut clench, especially coupled with the fear that he’d have to watch you with him everyday. 

And that step back you took when he spoke to you like that. It haunted him, hovering in his mind like a cloud of hornets. 

I’ve gotta make this right. 

He’s never been good at this, but Zoro walked himself through a hundred ways to apologize to you. He practiced, needing you to never look at him that way again. To never be afraid of him. 

I need her to feel safe with me. 

I need her to forgive me. 

He finally left his quarters, shame still aching through him as he searched for you. 

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Because I made the mistake of drawing this (link) I looked up reference pictures and tried to figure out how tall Jack Horner and Lord Farquaad are and now the internet algorithm as a whole think I want to know EVERYTHING about them so against my will I now know that Farquaad’s canon backstory is that he’s the son of the princess from The Princess and the Pea who fucking died from falling out of her tall ass bed and his dad is one of the dwarfs from Snow White which makes him a half-dwarf who was forced to work in his dad’s mine after his mother died but because he didn’t want to be a miner his dad left him in the woods at the age of 28 and that’s when Farquaad decided to try an reclaim his royal status from his mother and just WTF!??!!!?

Also someone commented on the drawing that the ship made a lot of sense because they could see Farquaad hiring Jack to round up fairytale creatures and honestly that’s perfect because Jack would love the job and secretly hoard magic items and would for sure be a humongous dick about it if he found out Farquaad is part fairytale creature himself and somehow I ended up in a spiral thinking too much about this horrible ship

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Wolfstar Microfic - Ghost

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Most evenings, after everyone else had left the common room, Remus could be found studying by the light of the fire. NEWTs were coming up and he was barely sleeping, not eating anywhere near enough and the full moon was the weekend before the exams began. In short, he was straight up not having a good time.

After two weeks of this routine, James, Peter and Sirius decided that something had to be done. James had tried talking to him about the importance of sleep, and Pete had tried bringing him snacks whenever he could, but nothing was working. Sirius decided to take matters into his own hands. Once James and Peter had fallen asleep, he snuck down to the common room.

Remus was hunched over a book, trying to keep his eyes open. He looked up as the bottom stair creaked.

“Alright?” He asked wearily.

“Not really,” Sirius said, sitting at the other end of the sofa.

Remus put his book down and shifted closer to Sirius. “What’s wrong, Pads?”

“I’m worried about my friend.” Sirius whispered, “He’s not looking after himself, and it’s like… living with a ghost.” He met Remus’ eye and said, “Please don’t just fob me off like you did the others.”

Remus’s face softened, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I know.” Sirius brushed his little finger against Remus’ between them on the sofa. “You’re not helping yourself by neglecting yourself. You need to eat, and sleep, and do things that make you happy as well as study. You remember when Evans kept fainting before the OWLs? That’ll be you if you don’t look after yourself, Moons.”

“I can’t fail Pads. I have to get Os or I’ll never—”

“I know. That pressure isn’t helpful. You can only do your best, and how good is your best going to be if you’re sleep-deprived and starving?” He linked their little fingers. “Please look after yourself. Or let us help if it feels difficult. We love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Remus said sleepily, making Sirius’ heart soar, despite knowing what Remus probably meant.

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Most evenings after everyone had returned home, Sirius could be found drinking Firewhiskey by the light of the fire. All-out war was on the horizon and he was barely sleeping, not eating anywhere enough and drinking far too much to the point of passing out more often than not. In short, he was straight up not having a good time.

After two weeks of this routine, Remus decided that something had to be done. Kingsley had tried talking to Sirius about sleeping better, Molly Weasley had done her best to feed him, but nothing was working. Remus decided to take matters into his own hands. Once the last of the Order had left Grimmauld Place he slunk into the drawing room.

Sirius was hunched over a large glass of firewhiskey, swaying slightly and muttering to himself. He looked up as Remus cleared his throat.

“Alright, Remus?” He asked.

“Not really,” Remus said, sitting down next to Sirius. He held out his hand, smiling softly as Sirius set down his glass and laced his fingers between Remus’.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m worried about my friend.” Remus said, “He’s not looking after himself, and it’s like spending time with a ghost. I don’t know where you’ve gone, Pads.”

“I'm right here, Moony. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“But I do. Do you remember right before NEWTs when you came down to me in the common room one night and talked me into not self-destructing anymore?” Sirius nodded slowly, “This is me repaying the favour. You’re not eating, I know you’re not sleeping and you’ve gone through four bottles of Firewhiskey so far this week.”

“What else is there to do?” Sirius’ voice trembled slightly,

“So much, love,” Remus said, Sirius’ head snapping up at the use of the name he hadn’t used for over a decade. “Being stuck here is temporary. If you keep on the way you are, you won’t see the day when you can do whatever you want. A very wise man once said to me 'You’re not helping yourself by neglecting yourself’.”

“That does sound like something a very wise man would say.” Sirius smiled slightly, “I think I’m spiralling.”

“How can I help?” He squeezed Sirius’ hand. “What do you need?”

Sirius’ eyes locked on his. “Stay here with me.” He said quietly. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Remus asked.

“I feel better when you’re here. Like before.” He frowned, “Not that you need to… I don’t mean that you’d need to… with me.”

“Would sharing a bed help you sleep? I know it did in Wales.” Remus asked softly. Sirius nodded, “Alright then. I’ll go and pack up my stuff tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t. I want to, Pads. I’d do anything for you.” Remus looked away from him. “I love you.”

“Still?” Sirius asked hoarsely.

“Don’t you?” Remus asked, hoping that Sirius wasn’t about to break his heart.

“Of course I do, I just didn’t know where you were at.” Sirius’ eyes shone. “There isn’t a day in the last fifteen years where the thought of you hasn’t helped me survive.”

“Well then,” Remus smiled, “It’s probably time we did something about it, isn’t it?”