#ma'am your daughter is handsome

[auteurdelabre]

THE BABYSITTER BLACKMAIL CHRONICLES - part 1 - Dave!York x Reader/Babysitter

Summary: Dave York's college-aged babysitter (you!) rides him after his wife leaves him high and dry. 

rating: 18+

Words:  1.4k

tags: plot? What plot? , Cheating, Babysitter, Names (slut, whore, babygirl), age gap, poor Carol. Unprotected P in V, Female orgasm, no use of y/n.

A/N: Y'all this is pwp because I'm ovulating okay. There ain't no plot, the characterization is fucking laughable and I had to commit it here. Don't judge okay? 

REBLOGS - COMMENTS - MEAN THE WORLD.

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The York home is dark, the only light and sound coming from the flickering television downstairs. Rain moves drunkenly down the large window panes of the suburban home at the end of the street. 

Carol York, mother of two is slipping into her sleep shirt, having just peeked in to see her two darling daughters sleeping soundly before closing their doors. 

Tonight was a long night at her work party. Dave, handsome and charming had wooed everyone he met, having them eating out of the palm of his hand. 

Carol wishes she hadn't drank so much at the open bar so she could have taken up Dave's offer of a deep fuck when they got home, the suggestion whispered in her ear in the back of the taxi home.

Now she perches at the top of the stairs, listening to the sound of the television downstairs murmuring gently. 

"Dave?"

She bellows her husband's name down the stairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Yeah?" comes his husky disembodied voice from downstairs.

"Is the babysitter still here?" 

You're the best babysitter they've ever had. Their daughters adore you, the house is always spotless when they arrive home and you're so polite with your ma'am and sirs. She feels so lucky to have found you. 

"Dave did you hear me?"

"Yeah, honey." A pause, then his voice a little louder, a curl of amusement in it. "She's just finishing something up."

Carol wrinkles her nose, puzzled. Dave is such a stickler he probably has you cleaning the entire counter because he found a crumb. She rolls her eyes. 

"Dave she's got classes tomorrow!" Carol chides down the stairs at him. "Don't work her too hard!"

She thinks she hears a muffled laugh before your voice sounds out from below. 

"He's not ma'am," you call up cheerfully. "I like doing my job thoroughly." 

Carol smiles, shaking her head at Dave's persistent need to control everything down to how much the babysitter cleans. Oh well, you always come back so that's all she cares about. 

"Are you giving her a ride?" Carol calls down the stairs sleepily. "It's late I don't want her taking the bus at this hour."

"Lemme check if she's wants one," Dave calls back to Carol, but he's unable to stop looking at your face screwed up in ecstasy as you writhe in his lap. 

You've been riding him for the better part of ten minutes, thighs quaking, cunt dripping. 

He's seated comfortably on the couch, legs spread wide and his pants and boxers around his ankles. His dress shirt is still on and you cling to the light blue linen covering his broad shoulders.  

"Yeah, I'm giving her a ride."

Dave calls this up to Carol, his mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. But his eyes are stuck on you, perfect, bouncy, shiny, babysitter you.  You give a breathless laugh in return, brows saddling when his length hits a really good spot. His voice lowers. 

"You like your ride, babygirl?"

He grins up at you, large palms urging your hips to roll over his. 

"Yes sir," you say breathlessly down at him.  

He's holding you by the hips as your breasts bounce inches from his mouth. You're wearing nothing but your plaid skirt and it's ridden up, bunched at your waist.  His hands slide up to cup your breasts as you shift yourself on his lap, tugging at the nipples as you bite back a moan.

His cock is buried within your slick cunt, partially exposed under your skirt. His hands slide back down to cup you’re the meat of your ass in a brutal grip that pulls you up and down along his length. 

"Faster baby," he whispers against your throat. "Faster."

He lifts his own hips, pulling you to a new angle and fucking up into you. His face is pure concentration, teeth gritted and bared, brown eyes blown black, forehead dotted with sweat. You jostle in his lap, your thighs burning as you spread them wider, wanting to feel every inch of him. You gasp as he hits that sweet spot that has your toes curling. 

"Shhh," Dave soothes when you start to whimper. "Don't wanna get caught do we? What would my wife do if she found our sweet, innocent babysitter bouncing on my cock like a little slut?"

At this his fingers slide along your clit, beginning to stroke with measured skill. He grins when he sees your eyes cheat to the back of your head. He glances down, pulling up the front of your skirt to watch your pussy swallowing his cock, gleaming with your arousal.

"Mmmm, like being my little slut, don't you?" 

"Yes...” you breathe. “Yes sir."

It's not long before your breathing is labored and Dave is watching you with rapt fascination. The couch creaks slightly, and he slows his circling within you, wanting to extend the moment. You’re so wet it’s dripping down his balls, sure to stain the fabric of the couch below him.

"Listen to that," he says volume matching that of the television advertising some miracle spot remover. You listen, quickly flushing when you realize he wants you to hear the sound of your copious slick coating his fingers. 

"So fucking wet, babygirl," he purrs up at you, his thumb tapping your clit at the base and making you jolt. He smiles broadly at your reaction, his sweet eyes crinkling in amusement. You  grab his clean-shaven chin, tugging his face up so you can both meet in a ravenous kiss before you suck his tongue into your mouth as he fucks you.

You want to feel him everywhere.

You swallow your moan, biting your lower lip so harshly it drains the blood from it. Dave's free hand comes to cup your left breast, guiding it to his mouth so he can flick his tongue over your straining nipple. He hears your shudder and quickly takes it into his mouth and sucks harshly, sending a pleasured stripe to shoot through your body. 

He can feel you milking his cock when he does that and he presses his face between your breasts, suppressing his moan there as his climax steadily builds.

 He can smell sex and your perfume mixing in the air, making for a heady combination. And the sinful sight of your pussy gliding up and down his rigid cock is something he knows he's going to jerk off to for years to come. He still can’t believe you’re here perched on his lap, body shaking with the force of your mutual grinding, body bared to him.

"Fucking naughty girl," Dave grunts. 

"Yes," you say, hips rolling lazily, your hands going to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over the stiffened peaks. Dave swallows an appreciative groan when you pinch each between your thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. He sees the flush to your chest and neck and knows you're so close.

"Go on and come for me, college girl," he whispers, slapping your ass before gripping the meat of it in his palm. "Show me why I'm fucking you and not my wife." 

Your motions are frantic and you're hands are back on his shoulders, using it for leverage as you begin to bounce on his lap, watching his head tilt back in pleasure. 

"Bad girl," Dave gasps out, his large palms slamming you up and down on his cock, using you for his pleasure. "Fucking bad... Fucking me.... Such-such a slutty little babysitter... Fuck yourself on my cock."

"I will," you whisper down at him, your face damp. You tilt back slightly, watching his cock slick with your arousal as it begins to piston in and out of you, almost a blur in its speed. 

Dave is similarly transfixed, holding your legs spread wide so he can see the sight of your sticky inner thighs and the way you've made such a mess at the base of his cock. 

"Come now," he tells you in a silken purr. "Show me how good it feels."

Dave begins groaning when you start to bounce up and down in his lap in frenzy, the sound of his cock slamming up into your cunt slick and obscene. 

"Yes sir," you chant barely above a whisper. "Yes sir, yes sir, yes siiiiiiiiiirrrrr."

Your back arches and he continues to hold your ass as your hips start to cant, your body tensing and then releasing as you come. 

"Fuck I can feel that," Dave sighs, watching your pussy soak his cock as he feels your cunt fluttering around his throbbing cock. "So good for me, babygirl." 

You shoot him a lazy smile, face flushed, hair disheveled and Dave feels his own release rapidly approaching. 

"Keep bouncing," Dave instructs. "Gonna-"

But you're not bouncing. You're grinning devilishly down at him before sliding up his still throbbing cock. Dave feels the sweet velvet clench of your pussy being pulled from him and he swallows a whimper. 

“What the fuck?” Dave asks in quiet shock, his hips still circling under you, desperate to prolong the friction. "You're not stopping, are you?"

"I am," you say hopping off his lap and pressing a chaste kiss to the end of his strong nose. 

He sits there on the couch, cock hard and soaked in your slick. He watches you pull on your sweater before sliding your panties up under your skirt. 

"I need to come," he tells you sternly. 

"Sorry sir," you say with a smirk and a wink. "Mrs. York said you weren't supposed to work me too hard. See you next week."  

#dave york x you #dave york fanfiction #fanfiction #pedro pascal #smut #fanfic #dave york x female reader #dave york smut #dave york x reader #dave york #pedro pascal fanfic #pedrostories

[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚How To Disappear

✧.* Pair - Johnny Cage x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Cursing, angst, pregnancy, acceptance, distance, love, slight fluff(?)

✧.* Summary - Y/N remembers the life she had with Johnny. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the beauty. After a while of being a young single mother, she finally realizes that in order to move on, she needs to accept her past.

✧.* Extra - FINISH ME JOHNNY also I'm bad at summaries... also "D/N" means daughters name :3

✧.* Word Count - 1,884

Y/N hated reminiscing on her past with Johnny cause if she thought about the good things that happened, she also had to think about the bad things. She hated thinking about the ugly part of their relationship. Every time he was upset with her, she felt like she failed him as a girlfriend and a person in general. Every time she was upset with him, he felt like the shittiest man on earth. Their arguments didn't make things any better.

But even through all the tears, anger, and arguments, Y/N loved Jonathan more than anything in the world. Johnny Cage was just his persona that all of Hollywood knew, but in her arms, he was just Jonathan Carlton. He had no issue with it either. People described Johnny as a sarcastic actor who wanted all of the attention on him, but not in Y/N's eyes. In her eyes, Jonathan was a loving man who was nothing like what the people said.

Y/N still remembers the night they met. They met on Venice Blvd on a summer night which was lit up by the cars passing by and the street lights. Y/N wasn't at her best when they met. She felt like everyone was out to get her and life was treating her unfairly. She couldn't help but cry at the fact that her life was going downhill. Johnny saw her sitting on the sidewalk and felt like he needed to do somethin in order to cheer her up, or get to the bottom of why she was so upset.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Y/N heard a deep voice ask her. Y/N looked over her shoulder and saw a handsome man that she recognized.

"Oh... I know you. You're Johnny Cage," she smiled a bit "My little brother loves your movies." Johnny smiled at the recognition, but he ignored his pride and ego to make sure the woman in front of him was okay.

"Are you okay?" he gently asked her.

"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you." She said while wiping a tear away, but she wasn't fine and Johnny knew this.

"Well, if you were fine, you wouldn't be sitting alone on the sidewalk, crying at night," he sat next to her and took a good look at her face. She was gorgeous. Johnny was taken aback by how stunning she was. Even though her face was full of tears, slightly puffy lips, and she was feeling very vulnerable, she still looked like an angel according to Johnny. "Come on pretty lady," he commented "hit me. What's up?"

Y/N looked at him and realized that he actually wanted to listen to her. She looked down at the road in front of her and couldn't get her reasoning for feeling miserable. She managed to say one vowel before breaking down crying. Y/N was never good at expressing her bad emotions. Especially sadness. Before she can say anything while she's crying, her throat closes up and her mind just keeps telling her to cry.

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, feeling concerned and bad for her. He gently guided her head on his shoulder and let her cry it out. It was the least he could do. He knew he couldn't force her to tell him what was wrong.

From that day forward, was a beautiful, blossoming relationship. Johnny would contact Y/N any way he could to get her to hang out with him and sometimes his friends. Y/N only liked hanging out with Johnny. She didn't like his friends. They were all so aggressive and she never understood why Johnny would hang out with people like them. Whenever Johnny and Y/N would hang out with his friends, she would watch them hit each other "playfully" and spew insults, while Johnny just watched and drank beers.

Throughout the whole relationship, Y/N was there for Johnny. No matter what he did, she was always there. When he would practice martial arts with someone, she was there to heal the wounds. When he was drunk after a party, she was there to help him sober up. When he was having any trouble, she was there for him. And that's one thing that Johnny always acknowledged.

Johnny admired how strong Y/N was. She was always there for him even if he managed to fuck up. He realized that Y/N was actually in love with him and not after his fame. For the first time in a good while, he had someone who was willing to be there for him. She wasn't like his ex who would point out his every flaw or his friends who would just mess around for the fun of it. She was a unique woman who managed to capture his heart.

Their relationship seemed perfect. Both Johnny and Y/N believed there was nothing in the world that would pull them apart! Which was what Y/N believed. When they hit their 3 year anniversary, that's when things started to go downhill. The more Johnny started to fuck up, the more tired Y/N was getting. She developed a bad habit of trying to make excuses for him. She hated it. She hated hearing him say "I'm sorry baby, I'll change for you." Every time he would say that, it was like nails to a chalkboard. Every time he would say that, she knew he was bullshitting. He never changed.

Y/N believed that his Johnny Cage persona was taking over. She didn't recognize her Jonathan Carlton. The same man who was there for her on Venice Blvd. He used to be so kind and welcoming to her. She never understood what happened to that man. Every time he would make her cry, she just wanted to disappear. From him, from herself, and from the world. Y/N believed that Johnny made her cry more than she cried when she was a kid. Every time he made her cry, she wondered what she did to deserve the treatment he was giving her.

'Is it me? Am I not pretty enough?'

'Is he talking to someone new?'

'Am I too possesive?'

'Is he tired of my jealousy?'

(Granted, Johnny never talked to any woman in any way. He never cheated on Y/N because he thought cheating were for weak and ugly people.)

Whenever Johnny found Y/N crying because of him, he would feel like complete shit. He hated making her feel that way, but he didn't understand why he kept unknowingly doing it.

When the relationship ended, it felt like both Y/N's and Johnny's world were crashing down. Johnny knew the day was gonna come, but he never knew when. He begged her to stay and try to remember all of the good times they had, but Y/N just wasn't having it. Johnny still remembers what she told him that made him realize it was all his fault.

"No, I'm done. For years I've been defending you not for the public, but for me. I would give myself multiple reasons not to be mad at you and try to figure out... everything, but all you did was make things worse! I'm tired and honestly, I've been tired. Of you, the fame, and everything. I tried to make things right with you and it seemed like you didn't want to."

What she told him on that day, will forever be engraved in his head. He lost the love of his life on that day.

Y/N didn't want to leave, but she had no choice. Even when she walked out those doors, she still loved him. Even though she was upset, she still wanted to run back into his arms for one last moment of comfort. But she held herself back, which she both hated and was proud of herself for.

What Y/N didn't know was when she was walking out of Johnny's life, she was entering a new one. She was pregnant with Johnny's baby and she didn't even know it, neither did he! When she did find out, part of her thought her life was ruined, but the other part thought this was a new start for her. She wanted to get rid of it but decided against doing so since she believed she would live to regret not taking advantage of the chance to become a mother.

When she had the baby, it was a living hell for her. She had family that helped her out, but the person that she needed was Johnny. She needed Johnny on her side, but she couldn't just show up on his doorstep randomly and give him the baby. She hated the fact that she still missed him. She let that hate consume her and pledged to do motherhood on her own without "that low-life Hollywood scum" in her life. Even though deep down, she knew she needed him back.

A few years forward, Y/N managed to get a beautiful home with her beautiful daughter and two adorable Siamese and Siberian cats. She was doing well in life. The new city she lived in was just as beautiful as Venice. She loved her life. She loved her daughter, she loved her cats, she loved her home, and she loved... her Johnny. Y/N accepted the fact that she will always love Johnny and in order to move on from her "hatred" she had to accept she had a life with him.

Every time she looked at her daughter, she saw a bit of Johnny in her. Which made her smile every time. From time to time, Y/N regrets the fact that she never tried to get in contact with Johnny to tell him about their daughter.

"Mommy, you got a letter!" D/N said. Her voice made Y/N snapped out of her thought bubble. She grabbed the letter and realized the handwriting on the envelope.

'No... is it really him?'

She grabbed a knife to open the envelope. Every second it took for her to open the letter, her heart began to pound harder. When she finally opened it, she felt like crying. It really was him.

'Dear Y/N, I know it's been years since we've even seen each other. A lot has changed since you've been gone. I went on this wild adventure that I'd love to tell you about someday. If you even want to meet up. The last time we spoke was a depressing day and I understand if there is still hard feelings there. Anyway, I got in contact with one of your cousins and they told me that you're now a mom! Congratulations! I asked about the father, but they wanted to keep that private which I understand. The only thing they told me was that he was out of your daughter's life. I hope you're doing well in life. If there is any trouble, don't be afraid to contact me (XXX-XXX-XXXX). There's so much that I want to discuss with you, but again if there are still hard feelings, I understand. I hope this letter reaches you. The last thing I want to tell you is that, no matter what happens, I will always be there for you.

Sincerely, Jonathan Carlton"

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

RUSHED ENDING WOMP WOMP

also I was too lazy to proof-read so, oops

im back i think... idk i'll write if i feel like it tbh

#mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #Mortal Kombat 1 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader

[peachsayshi]

Actually begging you please please please 🩵🩵🩵🩵

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)

"sit still," his daughter scolds with a pout that satoru can see behind his closed eyes.

"I am sitting still," he teases, instantly wincing with regret when she unknowingly yanks his white locks in between her small, delicate hand.

"you just moved," she responds, her bossy tone mirroring yours in a way that embalms her father's soul with pure, unfiltered love.

satoru is perched on the floor with his head atop her lap while she's seated comfortably on her bed. it's the only position the accommodates his tall frame for whenever she decides to have her "make over" sessions.

she furrows the front of her brows with annoyance when he opens one eye.

"okay, I moved just this once" he defensively sulks.

her free hand travels to his ear, and she gently tugs his lobe. "there's purple on your cheek" she contends with a shake of her disapproving head, her other hand waving the make up brush caked in violet eyeshadow.

(the same powdery substance that tickled his nose which then prompted him to sneeze, despite how hard he tried to hold it in)

"I'm sure it still looks good, mochi.."

his daughter, dramatic as always, rolls her pretty big eyes as if satoru has her working overtime. "please, don't move again, okay papa?" she insists, threading her hand between his hair to hold his head in place.

satoru bites back his grin, and firmly nods his head as he closes his eyes once again.

"yes, ma'am"

when you come home later that evening you nearly gasp in shock at the state of your lover. satoru's white lashes are tinted in black ink, his lips dipped in glossy dew. his eyes are painted in a heavy shadow, his cheeks so red it looks almost comical. underneath the tint of crimson is a dark stain peeking through of a color you can't quite discern.

"honey," he calmly remarks, using the only pet name he rarely ever calls you as a signal for you not to react. "what do you think?"

your eyes glance to your daughter whose beaming directly at you and looking proudly at her hard work plastered all over your handsome lover's face.

you approach satoru with ease, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. "I think you look beautiful," you compliment earnestly, "I'm a little jealous that I don't look as good too!"

"I can do you next time!" your daughter chirps with enthusiasm, and you simply respond with a bundle of kisses to her cheek.

later that evening, after you tucked her into bed, you and satoru proceed to get ready for that night. you turn on the shower, and gaze over your shoulder as you watch him rinse his face for the third time.

"I think it's all off now," he states, dabbing his face with a towel.

you chuckle sheepishly, noticing the flecks of purple staining the back of his snowy head. "you've got purple eye shadow in your hair..."

"I've already done my part today..." he moves to open the glass door to your shower, only pausing for a moment to dip his head in for a kiss. his arm slings around your bare waist, and he draws you inside towards the steam. "you'll have to deal with the rest..."

(requests are closed)

#gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x you #dad gojo #satoru gojo imagines #gojo imagines

[cevansbaby-dove]

Protective Chris.

Paring: Chris Evans and Ivy and Ellie.

Warnings:None just a girl hitting on Chris so he knows he loves Ellie even more than he thought.

I was writing on my laptop when Chris walks in with ivy on his hip, I look at him. "hey bubbs what's up?" Ivy says. "daddy take me on a date!"

I smile and Chris says. "Yes we are heading out for a bit is that ok?" I nod. 'Don't be late you two, curfew is at nine" Chris laughs leaning down kissing me softly. "yes Ma'am" Ivy waves. "bye mommy!! I wuv you!" I smile. 'i wuv you to princess have fun with daddy"

Chris smiles as they walk out the door.

Chris's POv.

"Alright princess where to first?" I asked as I helped her out of her car seat next to a shopping Center. "Toys!?" I laugh taking her hand in mine. "Ok ok toys it is." We walk into a store and look around and she says pointing at something. "Daddy daddy!! Can we get that oll!"

I look at the doll and say. "Sure princess" I take it and say. "is that all?" She nods. "es"

I pay for the toy and Ivy says. "Food?" I smile as we walk out of the store. "Sure" I hold her hand as we walk into the small cafe and it hits me, I met Ellie here.

I smile as I look around and find the spot where she ran into me and spilled her coffee all over my suit. I have flashbacks to that day, her smile after I told her to not bother with getting the hot coffee off my shirt.

"Daddy!" I blink and look at my five year old. "yes yes i'm here princess" I pick her up and ask for a table and we walk to one and the waitress walks to our table and she smiles. "hello I am Mary and i'll be glad to take care of you two what can I start you off?"

I smile at the lady. "My princess will take some juice." Ivy says. "Offe!" "no coffee for you honey"

Ivy crosses her arms. "Ivy please be nice" Mary laughs. "Do you want daddy to have me get you a juice?"

I smile and say. "that'd be great thank you" She smiles at me and says. "Sure thing handsome"

I place my hands on the table making sure she sees my ring, I hate it when people hit on me..even when I am married to...God the most amazing woman in the damn world...I smile thinking of Ellie. "Daddy ove smile"

I look at her and smile. "yes I do love to smile ivy your right" I kiss her head and she says. "ood?"

"okay I can order some food for us princess" Mary walks back with a juice and coffee.

"Can I order a donut and apple fritter?" Mary places her hand on my shoulder. "Sure thing darling" I roll my eyes and ivy says. "daddy oves mommy" Mary looks at her and says. "Oh I'm sorry I thought you were a single father"

I hold my hand up showing the wedding band. "Happily married" She frowns. "lucky woman" she walks away and I shake my head and send Ellie a text.

Chris-I miss you my queen.

Ellie-Uh oh who's hitting on you this time babe?

Chris-waitress 😆

Ellie- 🙄 I had a feeling that would happen but you know you have a ring on..right?

Chris-yes wifey I showed her...I think she's jealous now.

Ellie-damn right baby!! I'm one lucky girl 😏

Chris-i'll be home soon, I love you.

Ellie-I love you too babe.

I put my phone away and Mary brings back to food and says. 'Anything else Mister Evans?" I send her a warm smile. 'No that's all thank you" She smiles and walks away.

After we enjoy our day daughter date we head home and we walk in and Ellie is making some tea in the kitchen. Ivy says. "hi mommy!" She runs and Ellie turns and picks ivy up. "Hey sweetie did you and daddy have fun?" She nods. "bad girl at daddy"

"Oh?" Ellie glances at me and I send her a warm smile and walk to my girls and say. "Ivy why don't you go put your toy away and get ready for dinner" She nods. 'Okay" Ellie sets her on the ground and Ivy runs off to her room.

I look at Ellie and she pours the water into her tea and says. "bad girl uh?"

I watch her spin and face me with a smirk. "She was upset about me being married" Ellie shakes her head. "I'm sorry babe" I take her tea cup and set it on the counter. "Don't be" Ellie looks at me and I wrap my arms around her waist. "I love you much Ellie Evans"

"I love you too Chris Evans" I kiss her softly then she runs her hands in my hair and I pull away and smile. "I really do love you" She frowns. "I know babe you don't have to tell me, it shows through how amazing you are with the kids and with dodger and me....I know you love me"

I hug her. "I'm the lucky one my love" She smiles making me feel safe a warm.

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#chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #Ellie Evans #Ivy Evans #chris evans rpf #chris evans fluff

[multifandom006]

New Man in town

Joel Miller x Single mother Reader

warnings: SMUT(ofc) Hair pulling, praise, slapping, Joel and his filthy mouth, rough sex, soft!dom Joel, some angst mentions of abuse (abusive ex husband) DAD JOEL!!!!!!

He was new in Jackson, you haven't met him but you've heard the women talk about the new guy. You come to learn that his name is Joel Miller, Tommy's older brother and he came here with a girl, she was about the same age as your daughter Avery.

walking along side Maria talking about the town and the kids ''So have you met Joel yet?" Maria asked, you shook your head no ''Nope but Avery has made friends with the girl he came with'' you replied ''ah yes, Ellie. she's a funny kid'' Maria said ''but I think you should meet Joel he's nice once you get to know him'' she added, you smiled ''I'm not sure Maria'' you replied kicking the snow under my shoe ''I haven't been on a date since..'' you look at Maria ''I know but I'm not saying go on a date with him, how about this come to mine and Tommy's tonight bring Avery, Joel is coming over as well and he will most likely bring Ellie so the girls can hang out while us adults can mingle'' Maria said with a hopeful smile so you cave ''fine we will come'' you said ''great, come around 7-8, but I have to go check on the horses and make sure Jesse and Dina have done the cleaning properly'' Maria said ''alright I'll see you later''.

When it was time to head over to Maria and Tommy, you felt bundle of nerves hit you like a train ''Mom lets go!'' Avery said standing by the door. You and your daughter headed off to Maria's and you listened to Avery talk about her day with her new Friend Ellie.

The two off you arrive and were greeted by Tommy ''hey girls! come on in'' he said stepping aside to let you two inside, when you walk in you spotted Joel sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand ''Ellie!'' Avery yelled happily to see her friend ''Avery!'' Ellie came over ''Hi ma'am'' Elie said ''Please, call me Y/N Ellie, and I've lovely things about you'' you said giving the girl a warm motherly smile.

The two girls went off outside to hang out while the adults sat in the living room ''Joel I don't think you and Y/N have properly met'' Maria said and looked between the two ''Hi'' you said softly 'he's really handsome' you thought ''Hi Y/N'' Joel said giving his charming smile.

from then you and Joel became great friends but secretly the two of you wanted more, so much more, one day you and Avery were on your way to Joel's place so the girls could hang out together, You knock on the door and was greeted by Joel and his gorgeous smile ''come on in'' he said and the two girls walked inside and Avery and Ellie went off to Ellie's little hang out in the shed leaving you and Joel alone ''those two girls are practically attached to the hip'' Joel said causing you to laugh softly, and hearing your laugh made Joel smile ''you want some coffee?" Joel asked ''please'' you answer and made your way over to the couch while Joel went into his kitchen to make himself and you some coffee.

Joel brought over your mug and sat beside you ''thank you'' you said talking the mug ''no problem Darlin'' he said and drank his coffee, hearing the nickname he gave you caused heat to form in your cheeks and between your legs ''if you don't mind me asking, were is Avery's dad?'' Joel asked you sigh and put the mug down ''he died a while ago'' you replied ''shit...sorry I didn't-'' you cut him off ''Joel its fine..he was a piece of shit'' you said and Joel looked at you waiting for you to continue ''his name was Alan..he was abusive and so cruel to Avery'' you said and looked down ''he'd hit me for no reason till I was begging him to stop...sometimes he'd make her watch and say 'this is what will happen to you if you don't do as your told' '' after you finished Joel grabbed your hand and held it ''you did NOT deserve that sweetheart'' He said with a soft husky voice, you stare at Joel and your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips ''i...I would never treat you the way he did..'' Joel said scooting closer gently placing his hand on your cheek ''Joel...' you whispered ''let me prove it to you'' he said and before you knew it Joel had kissed you, his lips were soft and the feeling of sadness just washed away, you kissed him back and put your head against his ''lets take this upstairs'' Joel whispered and before you could reply he lifted you up and took you up to his room.

The two of you made it to Joels room and both already started getting undress ''get on your hands and knees'' Joel said and you did as he said and he groaned at the sight of your wet cunt ''did I make you this wet?" he asked placing his hands on your ass, you nod ''y..yes'' you mumbled, Joel sent a slap to your ass causing a moan to escape your lips ''I couldn't hear you say that again'' Joel said ''yes Joel.. you made me wet'' you said ''Good and I'm gonna make a mess of this pretty pussy'' Joel said and pushed his thumb on her clit ''oh..fuck'' you moaned softly as he rubbed the sensitive nub, Joel teased the fuck out of you ''Joel please please just fuck me'' you begged looking back at him ''I will sweet thing I will'' he said dropping his jeans and rubbing his hard cock between your soaking wet folds, before you knew it Joel had pushed himself into you ''Fuckkkk your cunt is so god damn tight'' Joel said and started thrusting into you hard, you bit down on your Lip and hid your face in your arms but Joel wasn't having that, he reached over keeping one hand on your hips and the other into your hair grabbing a fist full pulling you back ''dont you even think about hiding those moans, I wanna hear how good I'm fucking you'' he said and you nodded letting out your moans as Joel fucked you harder. Joel gave your ass a hard slap ''fucking pretty pussy taking my cock, such a good cunt'' he said as he held your hips tight the two of you grew close to cumming ''Joel..Joel m'gonna cum'' you mumbled out being fucked dumb ''me too sweet girl, me too'' he said moving faster ''cum inside please Joel I want it inside'' you begged ''shit..ill cum in you baby'' Joel said and went to town before cumming with you, you and Joel panted heavily.

Joel pulled out and helped clean you up, the two of you laid in bed and you rested your head on his chest ''i....I love you Joel'' you said softly and Joel looked at you ''I love you too Darlin'' he said kissing your head.

a couple years went by and you had it all, you watched as Joel taught Avery how to play the guitar and you helped Ellie with some homework she was given. You had your family, it was all you needed.

#Joel Miller #Joel Miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia In May (Part Four) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3...

AVAILABLE ON AO3

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

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

TWS: rumors, regency era kind of flirting, marriage mention, stress.

[[A/N: pretty blue eyes 🤲🤲🤲. Anyway, literally in love with my own series. Takes place directly after part 3. Simp behavior from Mr. Grimes in this one girlies. Peep the Pride and Prejudice (2005) reference 👀👀👀. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

"Ms. Greene," he spoke, a bit breathlessly with a grin that sent your heart into a bit of a frenzy. And your Headmistress certainly made note of it, eyes heavily flickering between the two of you.

Flushing a deep shade of crimson, you curtsied properly -a smile of your own smoothing across your lips, "Mr. Grimes."

...

"You know each other?" Your Headmistress questioned, and you could tell she was about one tick of the left about to explode.

You blinked, your precious little bubble popped by the reality of her near breakdown -it was time for damage control, "Yes, I helped him find his daughter in the markets, ma'am."

Mr. Grimes seemed to notice the energy as well, rushing to your aid, "It was a very polite encounter, I must commend your raising of 'er, really."

Father paused, absorbing the information as Headmistress seemed to deflate just a smidge -smile becoming more genuine at the compliment, "It's rather hard work, so I appreciate the recognition, Mr. Grimes."

And then your father spoke, rather pointed and direct -a flash of something in his eyes that you had never quite seen in him before, "I assume you gifted the new basket then?"

He paused, seeming to react to the steely look he held in his eyes with more poise, "A gift for the help, yes."

The Headmistress pursed her lips, her eyes passing over him in a questioning gaze, "An incredibly expensive gift, though, is it not?"

You suddenly realized, standing in the space between your two parents with the handsome man that had occupied quite too much of your mind, that they thought he was courting you. Secretly courting you, nonetheless.

The flush of crimson rising on your cheeks surely must've rivaled Mr. Elliotts' prized tomatoes. Every inkling in your body told you to rush off with an excuse of finding Michonne, requesting a drink, complimenting a lady's dress far across the ballroom, anything-

Yet, you stayed strictly still.

It was kind of like you felt that as soon as you stepped away, Mr. Grimes would no longer be real. He'd vanish into thin air -a mere daydream of your own. But it was real, and he was here, and you knew that.

It was just far, far too lucky.

And maybe that's why your father and Headmistress were being utterly horrifying. Because the universe needed to even out, and spoil any sort of success you might have wi-

"I do not put a price on my children's lives, ma'am. It was only fair to gift somethin' just as priceless, wouldn't ya say?"

Oh.

Ms. Elisa paused, taken aback -it felt rather unreal to you, "Well, yes, I suppose."

"A fair trade," Father agreed, eyes affectionately glazing over his own children -you smiled at it. He was truly quite a softy at heart.

The moment was rather short-lived, as Headmistress continued her brigade for reasons currently unknown to you. You knew she was rather direct, and it often scared off more high-society people with ease -a scarily quick ease.

But it was a trait you rather admired in her, up until right this moment.

"Are you to raise them alone, Mr. Grimes?" She posed as if asking what was his favorite meal of the day -a sense of casualty that harshly clashed with the sentiment.

To ask a man about his parenting habits upon meeting him? You were sure that if you died on the floor right in that very moment, it would be less mortifying.

Instead, Mr. Grimes grinned -a sort of pleased grin like he was rather amused by the question, "I am searchin' for someone to mother 'em, Ms. Elisa. If that's what you're askin'."

"Yes," she clarified, "-it is."

Father leveled a look between the two, eyes heavy on Mr. Grimes -embarrassment burnt heavy on your cheeks at the implication of this entire conversation.

You weren't daft.

Headmistress was seeing how qualified a suitor he was for you, and if he had a needed space for a wife. If he was looking for one, even.

And he was.

There was a part of you, that swirled with the sort of butterflies at the thought of someone so established even considering your hand. And maybe a little outrageous to assume so, it had just been a basket. But still, despite the logic prevailing your brain, you harbored a little flame of hope in your heart. You'd never felt so connected to a gentleman, and if nothing else, wished to know him more.

"You know," your father cleared his throat -a sort of michevious glimmer shimmering in his eye, "-Headmistress, I do believe I saw Mrs. Gusten in the crowd earlier. Should we make our introductions?"

She shriveled her nose, clearly displeased by the name -you had yet to know why, as she joined his side, "Y/N, darling, would you keep Mr. Grimes company while we do some chatting? It's rather boring work for a fair young lady such as yourself."

You bit your lip from saying anything too improper (ever aware of the present company), merely smiling politely, "Of course, Headmistress."

The crimson on your cheeks had yet to lessen, only worse by the pure embarrassment on your part -as if your family had been trying to get him run off.

"They did that on purpose, then?"

You spun to match his eyes, somehow forgetting the now duty to talk to him -that you knew his name. You were on his estate-

Stopping your thought process, you exhaled -trying to smooth out a smile out of your mortification, "Which part of it was it that got you? Was it the incessant pestering about the gift, or the rather... open question of if you were looking to marry?"

You'd expected a sort of quip, a usual back and forth in banter -but he remained an unusual sort of silent. Blue eyes heavy on your face as his fingers briefly fidgetted with the golden button.

"I am," he spoke, quickly, as if the words held a fiery breath. As if they burnt his tongue if he held them back too long -scarred tissue and an unspoken opinion left in its wake.

"You are... what?" You curiously questioned, eyebrow hesitantly raised at his unusual demeanor -nervous.

"Looking to marry," he cleared his throat, something wonderfully pink gathering along his cheekbones, "-I mean."

You bit your lip, trying to cut down such a smile (you made him nervous). Pondering for a second just how to respond to such an assertion, he was making sure you knew. You.

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Scare you? No," Mr. Grimes answered, weighed heavily in a practiced polite tone -you were in awe at the smooth transition he displayed, "-I just. Well, I wanted ya to know."

You paused, once again left rather speechless -questions on the tip of your tongue, "Wanted me to know?"

"Yes, you," he answered with his dashing grin -unflinchingly, before blue eyes dusting across your dress.

"It doesn't-" you added, it felt delayed slipping past your lips like an instinct, "-it doesn't scare me."

"I imagine nothing does," Mr. Grimes replied, a tease but you saw his shoulders relax ever so slightly -nerves dissipated.

"Good assumption," you smiled, the ballroom bustling around you -yet it felt the same as it did in the market. Like all the noise was merely background to your conversation. His blue eyes always felt so focused on you -even now, with the music and the dresses and the show-

He was still looking at you.

You flushed, turning your eyes to focus upon the environment around you -all marble and gold accents. Even as it was filled, you found it was rather breathtaking. The clash of movement from the shine of the marble -all white, while the suits and dresses enveloped the area in color. Your lips parted, words slipping from your lips as if on instinct, "It's beautiful here."

Mr. Grimes followed your eyes, dusting over something you assumed he was rather familiar with -trying to see the room in your light, maybe.

"All my mother's handiwork," he spoke -tone distantly fond, "-she'd always had a passion for the details."

"She did wonderfully."

He grinned, a sort of loose kind -less pressure and posture, more nostalgic. Looking at the casual smile, you somehow wished to commit the vision to memory -delicately take it and store it in your chest (close to your heart).

"High praise, I assume?" he teased -eyes flickering to match yours.

"If you wish to think so," you laughed -hand nervously fidgetting with your skirt fabric, "-I'm starting to think you have rather high expectations of me, Mr. Grimes."

"Not high expectations," he corrected, hands straightening his coat without extra thought, "-just 'ave yet to find a flaw."

You teased back -ignoring the flutter in your chest, "I don't believe you should tell a lady you're looking for her flaws, sir."

He laughed, loud and joyful -like the brilliant chirp of a bird in the morning, melodic.

You couldn't help the pride that swelled up in your chest, all bright and shiny. All these people who he certainly knew, and yet he stayed here with you.

"And what would ya recommend I say?"

"To what?" You responded, now fully facing him -the beauty of the ballroom an echo of the background, "To a lady? Well, what is the purpose of your conversation?"

"To encourage affection," he answered, solidly, eyes intent on yours. Watching, and listening like it was important. Like everything you said was important-

You stilled for a moment, eyes dashing across the floor where Maggie was enraptured in the movement. She stayed intently focused on Mr. Rhee, her own smile beautifully painted on her face -one you'd hardly seen day to day. Only reserved for special occasions.

"Dancing," you smiled at the two of them, nearly forgetting the man who stood beside you -getting lost in the crowds of couples all so in sync. You'd danced many times, but hardly with someone you wanted to.

Never someone you wanted to, if you dared to say it.

"Well," he continued, clearing his throat and adjusting some of his lapels -pink brushed across his cheeks, "-in that case, would you do me the honor of the next set?"

"You're looking to encourage my affection, then?"

Mr. Grimes laughed, light and airy -embarrassed but still composed, "Yes if you wish it."

You bit back a grin, smile threatening to slip across your face with ease, "Well then, I'd be rather honored to accept. Although-" you suddenly spun around, trying to catch the eye of the soldier who had asked you before, "-I do believe I may have cheated another man out of a dance."

"I'm not y'er first offer?" He questioned, eyes scattered behind you as well, in a sort of analytical kind of way.

"Once again, I'd suggest you didn't tell a lady that you weren't surprised to be their first offer."

"You misconstrue my words, Ms. Y/N," your name on his tongue made you freeze for a moment -as he continued, playfully, "-I mean, I'm much disappointed I didn't ask ya first. Men asking you to dance with how beautiful you are is only a given, I'd just hoped to beat out the competition tonight."

You flushed, diverting your eyes back to him, "Well, thank you, I'm glad you think me as such. But I am curious, how did you know I'd attend?"

Mr. Grimes stilled, the pink up to his ears now and flushed below his collar, "I didn't know, I suppose I just hoped."

"And sent out personal invitations?" You questioned, eyebrows raised, "-In fact, how did you know that was my family? Or was it a sort of guessing game?"

If possible, the man in front of you grew a brighter pink and a part of your stomach flipped at the idea that it was you causing such a fluster, "I... Well, it's rather embarrassin', I'm not sure I should share."

"Right," you teased -trying to soothe his nerves, "-and what would call my father and Headmistress asking if you were to marry?"

"Endearing," he answered, honestly, face set in a sort of dashing smile that crinkled at the eye, "-it's endearin' that they care about ya so."

"Oh, please," you tsked -ignoring the crimson on your own cheeks (quite the pair the two of you must've looked to be), "-you're just avoiding the question."

Mr. Grimes grinned, "Is it that obvious?"

"Very."

He sighed, fingers running over his lapel again (a habit, you realized now), "-Do you remember what the courier said to whomever opened the door?"

"Hardly," you hummed in response, something else was particularly on your mind, "-but, I believe it was confirming who we were. What residence he was in."

"Right, yes," the man spoke, a bit too quickly, "-well, apparently, there are 10 'Greene' households in the approximate vicinity."

You paused, just for a second processing his words, but he merely waited for you. Not eager to say it himself.

"You..." you began -a twist of disbelief and flattery bundling in your stomach, "You sent a personal invitation to every 'Greene' household?"

"It was all I knew of you," he spoke, a little wistfully -and the crimson painted your cheeks as naturally as the puff of breath out of your chest, "-I know it's strange an' out of place, but I found I'd like to get to know you, Ms. Greene. The proper ways."

You were speechless, eyes flitted across his face -trying to find any sort of deceit or anything but genuine honesty. Your heart fluttered in your chest, almost absent-mindedly; natural with the presence of Mr. Grimes.

"Berry baskets aren't proper then?"

"Sure they are," he smiled -and you found you still couldn't quite grasp the pure charm held there, "-in the way I intended them."

Raising a brow, you inquired, "And what way is that, Mr. Grimes?"

"Oh," he answered with the smooth nature of a wind's gentle breeze -blue eyes set with a sense of honesty that bubbled up your arm, goosebumps in the wake, "-I'm sure you're well aware."

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #magnolia in may

[cowgurrrl]

I just got back from a country/western themed birthday party and they had some chickens at the house so I was taking some of the little kids back there and I can't stop thinking about Joel and reader owning a couple of chickens and showing charlie how to care for them 🥹🥹 or even Ellie because we know that girl loves anything that breathes. the country fit I had and vibe were not what I needed to help my maladaptive daydreaming but anyway sjdbdhdbs do you think they'd lean more into the farm life later on??

Oh totally!! More under the cut because my Texas heart is SWOON with this idea

The idea totally comes from Joel at first, especially because of his dream to have a sheep ranch, and he's also a Southern Gentleman™️, so I think he would totally posit the idea first. Maybe Ellie's been helping around the stables more often, or Charlie is getting bigger and wanting to know more about the world around her. Whatever the reasoning, you somehow end up with four chickens all named after different punk artists— Blondie, Jayne, Lou, and Joan— who live in a coop on your property. Joel and Ellie show Charlie how to feed the chickens and love on them, and she gets especially close to Blondie. She mostly wants to pet the chickens more than anything, but she has fun, and it teaches her responsibility. Not to mention, watching Joel get into Dad Mode is one of your favorite things to watch. He crouches down to Charlie's level and explains things to her before popping up to help Ellie carry heavy bags of chicken feed. He transitions between the girls' needs seamlessly.

He'd also start LEANING hard into his country roots. The boy no doubt grew up on the greats of country music— Tia Blake, Loretta Lynn, Emmylou Harris, Willie Nelson, Dolly, Joan Baez, Tucker Zimmerman, Hank Williams, ALL OF IT (can you tell I love a specific era of country music?) Whenever people come through town, he tries to look for old records or cassettes to put in Ellie's walkman but most of the time he relies on his memory and his guitar. He'd also get himself a cowboy hat if he didn't have one already. You and Ellie are the first ones to tease him about it but it starts to grow on you after a while.

"Hey, cowboy!" You'd yell from the porch, and he'd look up from where he's working on the coop, cowboy hat on his head, to see you standing there with a glass of water. "I don't need you dying of dehydration. Come take a break." And he'd look between you and what he's working on before finally getting up, mumbling, "yes, ma'am." He'd take the water from you and drink it way too fast, and you can't help but admire the shine of his skin in the sun, the way his muscles look against his shirt, and just how fucking hot he looked.

"Didn't your mama ever tell you it was rude to stare?" He'd ask, putting the glass down and grabbing your waist to pull you close.

"Oh, would you prefer if I went inside and didn't watch my incredibly sexy husband install extra fencing around his daughter's chicken coop?"

"Oo, incredibly sexy?" He'd ask. "It's the hat, ain't it?"

"It's a good thing I didn't marry you for your fashion choices," you'd tease. "But, you do look pretty handsome in it, cowboy." He'd kiss you, and for a moment, you'd be in your own little world before Charlie is tugging on your dress.

"Mama, can we get a cow?!" She'd ask, and you'd give Joel a look that says look what you've done but he'd just laugh, scoop Charlie in his arms, and take her down to the coop to see her best friend, Blondie the chicken (and yes, Blondie the chicken does have some rockin' Debbie Harry hair why else would Charlie be in love with her)

#i yearn for cowboy joel #he's just a southern gentleman #and i am nothing if not a southern belle at heart #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #look for the light #dad!joel miller #domestic joel miller #tlou fluff #tlou requests #joel miller drabble #joel miller requests

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

OP boys "Parents impression on your Boyfriend"

Warning: Fluff, Doting Father

Feat: Thatch, Marco, Ace, Kid, Katakuri, and Law

Thatch Death

Mother: Isn't he a little too old for you dear?

Father: Yeah!

Thatch: *A little hurt for being called old* I-I'm not that too old

You: *sigh*

-Your parents thinks that he's a little too old for you but they're respecting your decisions in finding love

-Thatch will show off his cooking skills and your Parents especially your mother fells for it

-But your Father was kind of a strict person and He'll give Thatch a hard time for sure such as doing some chores, and collecting some woods but in your Father's Disappointment when Thatch get everything done so easily so he gave in

Marco the Phoenix

Father: You're Doctor right?

Marco: Yes Sir

Mother: For the Famous Whitebeard Pirates?

Marco: Yes Ma'am

Parents: *Instantly liked him* *thinks that Marco was a very attractive man* 'our Daughter is very Lucky'

You: *Completely forgotten* Hey! guys I'm here!

-I can assured you that you're parents will accept Marco Immediately

-But Maybe a little bit uncomfortable for your Father Because he thinks that Marco can't gave you happiness but Pain and Sorrow because he's a pirate and not just a pirate but the First Commander of Whitebeard Pirates so he's kinda Worried about your own safety

-But He'll eventually get along with him and fully trusted you safety with him

Portgast D. Ace

Mother: So You're my Daughter's Boyfriend?

Ace: *Smile* Yes!

Father: Seems arrogant to me

You: Dad!

-You parents may think that Ace was an Arrogant man and a very outgoing one I Promise you they'd eventually accept him

-He may seem irresponsible but he's not. Ace was a very Warm and Lovingly Person

-He's very Protective with you too

-For one Last time I'm sorry to tell you that Ace doesn't actually care if your Parents likes him or not because he only needs your acceptance but not them

Eustass Kid

Father: What kind of clothes are you wearing?

Kid: Eh?

Mother: Dear calm down

Father: Even wearing more makeup than my Daughter!

You: Gosh *Sigh*

-This is very difficult for both of you

-Your Father doesn't liked him at all and will even tells you to find a more suitable Man for yourself

-Kid doesn't liked your Father As well! He keeps telling him what to do and what not to do and it really annoys him a lot

-But Your Mother likes him. She finds your Boyfriend as a Very Cool and Loving boyfriend for you so she'll accept him Wholeheartedly and kid likes her too because she doesn't bother or Annoys him

Charlotte Katakuri

Mother: *Smile* Hello

Katakuri: *Nervous* H-Hi

Father: *Smile* You Looked Handsome Son

You: *Shock* SON?!!

-Like Marco

-Your Parents will instantly Adore Katakuri because who doesn't adore a very gentle yet sweet man like him?

-Katakuri loves them too because they Accepted him like you do when the two of you first met

-Your Father doesn't care about Big Mom at all because his baby girl was happy so he's very happy too

-But Eventually your Mother Was kinda worried about you if Course but she wouldn't say a thing because She knows that Katakuri will protect you from any harm especially from his own Mother

Trafalgar Law

Parents: You're A pirate and part of shichibukai?

Law: Yes

Mother: So young

Father: Indeed

Law: *Sigh in Boredom* Where's Y/N?

-Your Parents liked him too but the conversation they May have can be a little awkward for them

-Law wasn't kind of a guy that likes to socialize especially with the people he doesn't usually meet and that's your parents

-He will try to more responsive towards them at all cold just to make satisfied and happy

-Their would be no conflicts towards your Relationship because your Parents accepts him easily

#One piece #One piece x y/n #One piece x s/o #One piece imagine #One piece canon #Thatch Death #Marco the Phoenix #Portgast D. Ace #Eustass Kid #Charlotte Katakuri #Trafalgar Law #Reiketsunomizunomegami blog #Reiketsunomizunomegami writing #Reiketsunomizunomegami

[always-andromeda]

Wanted | Pierre Bezukhov x fem!Reader

Pierre Bezukhov x fem!Reader

Word Count | 6,506

Summary | Pierre is terribly worried his wife is being too hard on herself after becoming a mother. After convincing her to finally come to bed, he gets to show her just how much he’s missed her.

Author’s Note | First time writing smut and first time posting a fic. Kind of excited...kind of losing it...kind of hate it? I tried my best to edit through this. Idk, let me know what y’all think, though! I apologize in advance for this being so long!!

Warnings | mentions of pregnancy, mentions of motherhood, unprotected sex, literally pages upon pages of smut, please let me know if I need to add more!

The idea of being a mother terrified you. As you held your five month old daughter, you couldn’t help but let those depressing thoughts run wild through your mind. What if you weren’t doing the best you could? What if she grew up to despise you for it? You remembered your own childhood; how incomplete and rigid it had been. You hadn’t ever really been allowed to be a child. And when you stared at your daughter’s round face you were struck by her innocence. You wanted every detail of her to be imprinted on the fabric of your soul, from the delicate coos that came out as she drooled all over her fist to the soft wisps of her curled brown hair. Just like her father.

“If you turn out to be anything like your father, I would be most pleased.” You smiled at her. When you glanced up from her, you noticed your husband standing at the nursery room door, lips curled up in quiet contentment. After a tiresome day in his study, he had come to check on you and his child before turning in for bed. He'd sat at the dining table eating alone that night since you'd skipped dinner again. You didn't mean it, of course, but time seemed to escape you.

“How long have you been standing there?” you giggled.

“Just long enough.” his voice cracked. Truthfully, Pierre Bezukhov was on the edge of tears. In all his years of desperately hoping for a family, he couldn't have dreamed of an image this exquisite.

“Oh, Anya, I do believe we've been so rudely interrupted. Look at the strange man watching us. Though, he is quite the handsome one.” You shifted your baby so she could look at her father.

“Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful girls?” Pierre chuckled heartily and was quick to move to the chair by the window where you two were sat. You stood and he took Anya into his arms. When she’d first been born, Pierre had been reluctant to hold her. She was so tiny and he, being the large man he was, was terrified that he’d break her into a million pieces with so much as a wrong look. You’d had to teach him how to cradle her in his arms and support her head and after a few weeks of assuring him that he wouldn’t hurt her, he finally trusted himself. The gesture had become natural to him now.

Anya babbled in joy when she fully saw Pierre, seeming to recognize the man as her father. The reaction had him filled to the brim with happiness. Anya had your eyes, bright and hopeful. They sparkled in a way in which he could almost see the cogs turning in her brain. He was confident your daughter would grow up to be as sharp as you are.

“Count, Countess,” Anya’s nurse, Katerina, had appeared in the nursery, interrupting the little moment, “I can put the child to bed, if you’d like, ma'am.”

“No, thank you. We’ll manage just fine, Katerina. Go ahead and bring yourself to bed.” You replied. The few nights you’d let someone else put her down, she wouldn’t go down easy. She’d end up wailing long into the night until you came to her rescue. You’d cradle her and hum any little tune that popped into your head until she calmed down enough to where she could fall asleep. It was just easier if you took care of the task by yourself.

Pierre frowned a little at your response. Between your duties as the Countess and mothering Anya, you’d run yourself ragged. Most nights you’d be in the nursery, laying on the chaise lounge and reading some novel by lamplight, just in case Anya woke up. It warmed his heart, seeing you care so much for your child. Simultaneously, the sight broke it. You’d become so busy attending to Anya’s every need that you’d begun neglecting your own. You skipped meals and dark circles were forming under your eyes. That didn’t even cover his disappointment on the nights you didn’t come to bed. He missed holding you. He yearned for the days when you were still pregnant, you’d press your back to his chest so he could caress your stomach and whisper sweet things into your ear until you both could hardly stay awake anymore. He loved having a child, but knew that if you had more, this pattern would only get worse. And as much as he wanted to grow his family, he couldn’t put you through more of this.

You took Anya to the opulent crib against the wall. She yawned as you swaddled her and set her down inside. Reaching your hand up, you spun the intricate mobile hanging from the top. Furnishing the nursery had probably been one of your favorite parts of preparing for Anya. Pierre had let you design the mobile with decorative stars and a smiling moon hanging from it. The stars were filled with crystal clear glass which, when catching the light just right, made twinkling rays beam onto the inside of the cream colored canopy. The piece was dazzling. Pierre made it very clear that he'd spare no expense. He wanted to make the process of raising Anya to be as beautiful and memorable as possible. He placed a hand on your lower back, now admiring you and the dreamy expression that washed over you.

“Thank goodness. Perhaps I’ll be able to get a good night's sleep as well.” You sighed with relief that Anya was going down without issue. That alleviated Pierre’s anxiety and made the blood rush through his veins with a new fervor. Finally, he would lay with you again. And he’d savor it, not sure when it would happen again. But just as quickly as his hopes rose, you yanked it away completely.

“The chaise lounge isn’t the most comfortable for sleeping, but at least it should be a peaceful night.”

“You’re going to sleep in here again? My darling, you’ve hardly come to bed in months. If you’re so sure she’ll rest easy, we should get you some proper sleep in your own bed.”

“Pierre, you know I can’t just leave her alone. What if she wakes in the middle of the night? I might not hear it. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I left her to cry until morning.” You said with exasperation. You didn't mean to sound so defensive, but leaving Anya under the care of anyone else left you unsettled.

“Katerina is right next door. If Anya has any trouble, she will hear it and be there before she has a chance to let a tear fall.”

“But I don’t want Katerina or anyone else to be here if she has trouble.” You began to sob, “I can’t let her be without me.” Pierre’s stomach sank as your voice broke and led you back to the chaise lounge. He clutched your hands in his and kissed your knuckles gently. Oh how he so badly wanted to end your heartache. But he didn’t quite know what to do in these situations. He was a romantic man, sure, but he was still fearful of not saying the right thing and making a bigger mess out of the whole thing.

He stammered, “She-she won’t be without you, my dear! You’re so attentive to her, she could never be without you. But you must give her a chance to get used to the nurse. Katerina is trained for this sort of work. I am sure it would make things far easier on you if you let her help a little more.” He urged kindly.

“I don’t need any help!” You snap, eyes suddenly stone cold and furious, “What kind of mother would I be if I couldn’t do it on my own?” You hung your head in defeat, already feeling the shame from your outburst. Typically, you weren't quick to anger. But pregnancy and motherhood had turned every perception you'd once had upside down. Your body had changed and you felt different about life. You'd brought a child into the world. You realized that you now had more to care about in this world than just you and Pierre. It felt good to share your heart with this little being of your own making. But the idea that you could so easily ruin her scared you to no end.

“Y/n,” Pierre whispered. He placed his thumb on your chin and used his other fingers to raise your face so you were looking in his eyes. “You’d still be a fantastic mother. But even the most wonderful mother in all of Russia deserves to take a break and enjoy her life. You are content with her, I can tell. What I worry immensely about you and the distance that seems to be growing between us every day. It unnerves me, y/n.”

You pulled away from his gentle hold and looked off into the distance somewhere. “I can’t fail her.”

“What makes you believe that you’re such a terrible mother in the first place, darling? If it’s something I said, I’m sure it was merely a jest. I would never purposely insult you.”

You wiped away a single tear that had started to fall before it could hit your nightgown. “You’ve been perfectly splendid through everything, Pierre. It’s my mind that’s out of sorts.” You nearly choke on the admission.

“How is it out of sorts?”

“I have these nightmares. These flashes where she’s all grown up. And she despises me. She despises me because I failed her. I didn’t show her how much I loved her enough. Or I pushed her away. And you despise me for not raising her well enough. I end up losing the ones I love the most. I end up alone.”

“How could you ever lose either of us?” For a second, he thought the notion was silly. The only way you could lose him was if the grim reaper himself took him away.

“I lost my parents. It could just as easily happen again.” You didn’t like to talk about your parents or your childhood much. Though you and Pierre had grown up being friends, you hesitated to let him in that far. He vaguely remembered you saying something about not wanting your family’s madness to taint your relationship. He tried not to question it too much. Even as he'd courted you, he couldn't help but want to know more about the man he would ask your hand for. Your mother had already passed a few years before. The only time you'd speak about that was if you two were sharing a bottle of wine. You'd sit there, giggling and reminiscing about your mother. If he ever brought it up to you sober, you'd deny ever telling him such things. If you didn’t want to tell him, he wouldn’t push you to give up your secrets. But you loved him; you trusted him entirely. And you couldn’t continue with him not understanding why you felt the way you did.

“Everything changed when I was about 10. My father always wanted four children. So when Mother fell pregnant again, we were all eager for another child. But he died. He was alive for barely a few hours before he was gone. They hadn’t even had the time to properly name him. Mother and Father were devastated. So much so that Father refused to mention it to anyone outside of our home. We weren't even allowed to talk about it unless we wanted a lashing from Father's belt.”

“That’s dreadful, y/n.” Pierre said grimly.

You blinked slowly and took a deep breath, “One would think that a tremendous loss like that would have brought us closer together. We would cherish each other more and have a better understanding of the fragility of life and death. I'm afraid it only served to tear us apart. My mother couldn’t bring herself to look at any of us children because each of us looked a bit like him, she said.  But I think Father truly hated her. He hated that her body had failed his child. He hated that she had been pregnant to begin with. I don’t think he even found her attractive anymore. He began taking on lovers. And he wasn’t secretive about it.” Pierre recalled that detail all too well. It was one thing his father and yours had in common and often discussed together before: the mistresses each of them kept.

“Before I was even an adolescent, my father was trying to marry me off so I could give him plenty of grandchildren in his lifetime. None of those men ever cared for me. They only cared for his money and his status. And maybe I could’ve tolerated a loveless marriage. But I couldn’t let it produce a child. Bringing a child into this world without the presence of love would just be cruel. But having one with you has given me a brand new problem. I can’t leave Anya alone. I can’t withdraw from her like my mother did. I won’t ever let her feel like I did.”

“How did you feel, exactly?”

You thought for a minute before answering, “Unwanted. Terribly and utterly unwanted, Pierre.” Your stern expression faltered to reveal the weep you’d been holding back.

“Oh, my love, you must banish the thought. For I would never dream of feeling so uncaring and cruel. I have always wanted you. I will always want you. And I’m sure Anya will always know how much she is wanted here.” Pierre held your face with both of his hands. He needed to touch you, needed you to know how much you meant to him. You hadn’t given him a chance to connect with you in months and he was certain that isolation was only making you feel worse.

“But you don’t know that. You don’t know what the future will bring to us. Ten years from now, you may find yourself regretting ever taking me as your wife. And I wouldn’t forgive myself if I made you carry regret for something this big.”

Pierre cleared his throat, “When I married you, I meant every single word of my vow. I promised my entire being to you. There is no other person in this world that I’d want to fall asleep and wake up next to. No other person I’d want to talk to about anything and everything. You are the only companion I could ever want or need. I feel every bit of love I felt for you ten years ago. I felt that love long before I even knew the words for it. If anything, that love has grown tremendously since then.” The streams of tears fell freely from your eyes as he spoke desperately, barely taking a breath between sentences but keeping his tone steady.

“And do you want to know the best part of it all? I believe I am the luckiest man in the world for you to have chosen me. You said it yourself, your father provided a number of men for you to choose from. And I would’ve chosen you even if you hadn’t loved me back. I would've let you go, if that were the case, of course. But because you chose me to, it makes this life all the more marvelous to have the privilege to live through it.” He swiped away one of your tears with his thumb and you smiled sadly with pursed lips.

“I get to have a wife who can love me and her child with everything inside of her. But I so terribly miss the woman who danced with me in my study and had tea with me at breakfast. The woman who fell asleep by my side. You don’t have to destroy yourself to prove to anyone how much you care.”

Your husband was an intelligent and fairly well spoken man. But you’d never heard him speak so passionately about anything. No political discussion had heated him up this way before. You’d always told yourself that you’d stay with him no matter what life brought. You were reminded of his previous marriage. He’d confided in you how heartbroken and foolish he felt with Helené, not even uttering her name more than once. She’d crushed the little confidence he’d had in himself; convinced him that he was unloveable. Even after spending a few years married to you, sometimes he found himself wrought with doubt. Yet you assured him every single time that you loved him thoroughly and deeply. It was all the more encouraging to know he felt exactly the same way about you.

You searched his eyes for any hint of hesitation even though you knew you wouldn't find it. You were just afraid to let someone give to you for once. “Are you sure she’ll be alright?”

“Positive. Please, come to bed with me, darling.” His little grin was very tempting.

You laughed softly, “It would be my pleasure, Count Bezukhov.” Pierre felt himself flush like he did every time you used that name, remembering how you’d take his hands and drag his body to yours at parties before you’d married. He hadn’t been allowed to want you then. And though he’d been insecure, you’d always managed to convince him that he was every bit as worthy as every other young man asking for your hand.

“You go to our room. I’ll let Katerina know that you won’t be available tonight.” He whispered conspiratorially. Pierre shut the nursery door behind him and he watched you pad lightly away towards your shared bedroom with a lopsided smile forming on his lips.

Katerina gave him a suggestive look when Pierre spoke to her, citing your lack of sleep lately. All she said was, “Goodnight, Count Bezukhov. Hopefully the Countess is feeling refreshed and very well rested in the morning.” Before closing her own door. He knew how truly exhausted you were so any idea of intimacy had fled into the perverted recesses of his mind. It had been months since the last time you two had been intimate and he was yearning for that glorious release. But, alas, he’d have to wait for another time. He’d feel too guilty if he’d pawed at you immediately after that conversation.

So, when he entered the bedroom, he wasn’t expecting you, laid on your side on the ornate bed, the first few buttons of your nightgown undone so he could just begin to see the swell of your chest. The sight aroused him almost immediately. The lit lamp on his bedside barely illuminated your face, eyes half lidded and calling for him. His breath hitched in his chest. Only you could catch him so off guard like this.

You whispered his name and nodded towards him. Without thinking of it, he seemed to glide to your bed, sitting on the side of it.

“You really should get some sleep.” He whispered hoarsely and tried not to look at you.

“I would, but I’m afraid your speech left me quite…restless.” You said as if you were already so turned on by his words alone. You were purposely molding him like wax in your hands. But you were actually quite worked up too. There had been a few warm nights in the nursery where you longed to run to your bedroom and beg him to touch you like he had when you’d first married.  You hungered for the days where he was still trying to get you pregnant. He'd start off by fucking into you hard and fast until closer to the end, he was slowly, properly making love, grunting and cumming over and over until he’d dried up. Your dedication to your daughter, however, held you back from giving into the desire. That, and you were nervous of what he would think about you being so needy for him. You wanted to shift your attention to those desires tonight. You could tell how terribly you both needed it.

Pierre shook his head when he spoke, “I’m afraid if we start, I’ll want to ravage you entirely. It’s been so long.” He said it so simply as if that fact wasn’t supposed to send the blood rushing straight to your core. You giggled at how unaware he seemed to be of his own charms. So brilliant but so clueless.

“It really has been. Have you considered that I am as miserable as you are, my love?” You ran a finger down his cheek and scattered kisses along his jawline. His skin was already warm and buzzing to feel more of you on him.

Pierre was still holding back, “Are you sure you want this? You haven’t got to feel like—”

“I want you entirely. I want you to do everything you’ve been waiting to do to me this whole time.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to flip you onto your back and begin kissing you breathlessly. The kiss was messy but full of all the reassurance you needed to feel secure for the night ahead of you. To be sure that he meant every word he said.

“Please, please give me something, anything, Pierre.” Your body was waiting to be filled in some way. Your cunt was clenching around nothing and it only highlighted the unbearable emptiness you were suffering through below.

“In due time, my dear. After all, you did say I could do everything I’ve been waiting to do. And I have been waiting to worship you.”

He unbuttoned the rest of your nightgown and helped you pull it over your head. Goosebumps erupted over your skin. Fully bare to him, he was ecstatic. His cock twitched at your body. The raised stretch marks littering your skin, well rounded thighs, and soft breasts. You had doubted he would think so, but he still believed you were as beautiful as you’d ever been. You had been so generous to bear his child. How could he be disgusted by your body afterwards? You had been so strong, so eager, so willing to take him. Naturally, he thought you were as radiant as a sun beam.

Your nipples hardened when the cool air kissed them. Slowly, he took one of them in his mouth, softly suckling and circling it with his tongue. The graze of his teeth made you gasp. You had been so unsure if he would still be attracted to you after having had a child. But he drank in every inch of your figure until he was a panting mess. Those high, breathy sounds he made built up your confidence and you were just waiting for him to get to the part you longed for. Pierre was fantastic with foreplay and you were convinced that you could come with him just attached to your tit and palming the other one. You wouldn’t let yourself though, not until he gave you permission to. He knew by now how to get you to the highest peak.

“Getting impatient are we, dear?” He chuckled when he noticed you squirm beneath him. “I couldn’t imagine you being this needy for me.”

“Good lord, Pierre, please. I’m begging you, touch me.”

“I'm afraid I already am, my countess. You must be more specific.” He tested the waters to see if you could handle the teasing. Really, he wanted you to say those filthy words he loved to hear.

You got together the courage to say it in the breathiest voice possible, “I need you to fuck me with your tongue, my love. I want you between my thighs, eating me up as though I’m your last meal.”

“As you wish,” he smirked, his erection growing by the second. He wanted to be milked dry, but his own pleasure could wait for a little while. He needed to pay you some well deserved attention.

Quick as a flash, he had dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. His strong arms pulled your cunt closer to his face and he stared directly at the wetness that was all for him. Usually he was most comfortable being a mewling mess beneath you. But you liked these rarer moments where Pierre took complete control and showed you just how completely he desired you. It reminded you of the power he possessed underneath his kind and quiet disposition.

“I was partly wrong earlier,” he muttered, placing a delicate kiss right above your cunt.

You lifted your head to look at him, confused, “What’s that?”

“Another one of the best parts of being with you is being the only one who could do this to you.” Before you could reply, he licked a long streak over your folds and finished flicking his tongue across the sensitive bead at the top. The smooth action ripped a moan from deep within your throat. His grasp on your thighs tightened and you knew it would leave bruises. When he took control, he often got possessive. Of course a man like him starts to feel a certain way after learning his wife had been fucked by other men while he himself hadn’t gotten to touch her even once. It used to depress him, but now he was glad he’d never touched Helené in this way. You were the only one who deserved his complete submission and adoration. He smirked and pulled back to press more kisses to your thighs.

“Pierre, you awful beast.” You whined when he retreated. He knew you meant it in the most affectionate way. Helené had once referred to him as a brute and an oaf. But you cherished his body. His thicker build comforted you, made you feel truly surrounded by him in those moments. He had never considered himself to be a brave or overly masculine man, but it made him feel special that you trusted him so heavily to keep you safe. All he ever wanted to do was take care of you in any way you might need.

“I’m sure you’ll forgive me when I make you finish over and over again.” He sounded so certain of himself. Like you didn't need to worry about doing any of the work. He’d done it before and he’d do it again.

“Don’t get my hopes up,” you provoked him. He stopped entirely. Slowly, he crawled back and brought his lips to a spot below your neck, occasionally nipping and kissing at the flesh there. The kisses trailed down the middle of your chest until he set his chin there, staring up at you.

“Do you think I won’t own up to my word?” He asked.

You absolutely hated him at this moment. You whined, “Must you keep teasing me, you wretched man?” You could feel the climax that had been building begin to fade, but the painful burn of lust stayed.

“I asked you a question, my dear. Do you think I won’t own up to my word?” Each syllable left his mouth torturously slow. He wanted you as bothered as possible; he knew it would only make your climax even more satisfying. But two could play at that game.

“I think that after so long, you might be out of practice.” You batted your lashes at him and brushed a stray curl on his forehead away. “Don’t worry if you are, darling. I’m sure I could always satisfy myself.” His eyes went wide. With that, he was off. He returned to your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Fueled by a new fire, he pushed two fingers inside of you and pumped in and out. The sudden intense pleasure left you whimpering. You knotted your fingers in his curly hair to keep yourself grounded. The sound of him slurping at your wetness was the most obscene thing you’d ever heard. The whole scene left you sputtering and on the edge of a glittering release. You want to move your hips to fuck yourself deeper on his fingers. But he’d wrapped an arm around your legs and pulled you impossibly close so you couldn’t move. All you could do was curse and chant his name between breathy moans. The tension built in your abdomen until you didn’t think you could possibly handle it anymore.

“Pierre, please let me cum,” You pleaded with him.

His lustful mouth left its spot once more, “Oh, my filthy girl. Won't you apologize? It’s the least you could do after questioning my ability to undo you.” He hummed defiantly. With a cheek rested on your trembling thigh, his gaze filled with something devious.

You swallowed your pride, wanting so badly to cum, and stumbled out, “Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I doubted you. You’re so good to me, Pierre. So good…so good…” Your praise had him wanting to be inside you right then and there. But you had to finish on his fingers first.

“Go ahead, my girl, come for me,” he freed you with such compassion and attacked your clit again. The cord in your belly continued stretching until you couldn’t hold it. And when the tension snapped and your climax came flooding in all at once. Pierre tightened his hold on your hips as you twitched up into his mouth. The overstimulation made you wince slightly as he kept leaving slow, small licks over your clit. But it helped you come down from your peak. When he sits back on the bed, you go to lay beside him, still recovering from the residual waves of pleasure.

“You think you’ve learned your lesson?” He chuckled.

“Very much so.” You smirk, “I really didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Hm, it doesn’t quite sound like it.�� His fingers crept up your side, making you shiver in anticipation once again.

“Mmm, don’t you worry, I've got your point.”

Before you could turn around and wait for him to start begging you for more, he used his strength to lift you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Under his bed clothes, he was painfully hard. The length of his cock rubbed against your still-sensitive clit.

“You won’t let me get off too, you greedy girl? After all the torture you’ve been putting me through?”

“Pierre, are you trying to kill me?”

“No, just wear you out. So tomorrow we can stay in bed all day and do this all over again.” He looked so goofy, glasses half fogged up, kissing each of your knuckles, and breathing heavy from the little friction of his clothing caught between himself and the place he wanted to enter most.

“Pierre…”

“We need some time for ourselves." He spoke against your lips. He caught the moment you winced sharply and went still. Had he already burnt through you? He thought you'd have more in you after going without him for so long. Your libidos had always been pretty in line with each other so he hadn't anticipated you not wanting any more.

He lowered his voice, “If you need me to stop, we can.”

The offer was tender and full of all the love Pierre had for you; he didn’t want to hurt you. But his length was only becoming more irritating and you recovered from your first orgasm. It seemed to mock the want that was lighting up inside you again. You wanted more action than his bed clothes were offering you at that moment. You only shook your head, and carefully, you began to rock back and forth against him. It was his turn to moan against your neck. His hand went to grab one of your breasts and you clung closer, trying to feel every bit of him against you.

“You really have been so wonderful, my love. I haven’t gotten the chance to show you how grateful I am.” Your breath was hot against his ear. For him, being between your thighs was heaven, but being underneath you at your loving mercy was where he truly belonged.

"I want to be inside of you. I want to make love to you again. I want you to say horrid things to me." he whimpered into your ear. His agony rejuvenated you, made you completely ready to take him. You worked at pulling his bed clothes over his head until he was finally completely naked with you. You ran your hands up his pudgy sides and up to his broad shoulders. He was so sturdy and supportive but shaking under your touch. If you didn't love him so, you would've thought the sight was pathetic for a man of his status. But knowing that he trusted you this much was all the more endearing to you. He so badly deserved this release. He’d nurtured you throughout your pregnancy and was so worried by your withdrawal from him. He didn’t like to finish with his own hand, so you doubted he’d had much of a satisfying release lately. You raised your hips and took his shaft in your hand. Pre-cum was leaking from his swelling tip, just beginning to turn a tinge of purple. You rubbed the head against your entrance and he let out a sharp cry. He couldn’t tolerate the ache he was feeling.

"Don't worry, my sweet boy, I'll give you what you want. But only if you'll keep being good for me. You’ve been so good already, you just need to make it through this." Pierre nodded vigorously. Finally you pushed him inside of you. God, how you both missed this. He missed the warm and wet interior of you. He split you open so nicely and sounded just as good, showing his appreciation for letting him in you. You squeezed around him but wouldn't move an inch.

"Please, please let me fuck you, I need it..." his mouth hung open in a vulgar manner. What magnificent torture you were inflicting upon him. You almost felt bad for him squirming under you the way you had minutes before.

"But, Pierre, you said you wanted to make love to me. Besides, you’re doing so well that I have to go slow this time. We can’t have you leaving me high and dry. You do want me to cum again, don't you?"

"Yes, I'll be a good boy, I'll make you cum, my countess." he promised.

"Alright, my sweet boy, you can move."

He was eager to begin messily thrusting up. With each one, your breasts jolted and you pulled on his hair wrapped around your fingers. It was all so much that he knew he could feel himself teetering on the edge. It took all of his effort to balance all the enjoyment you were creating as you bounced on him. He needed to be a good boy; he needed to get you to his level faster. He couldn’t keep waiting. So he took his fingers and rubbed quick circles on your clit. You reacted almost immediately with a quick gasp and you held onto him tighter.

"Oh, my sweet boy, you're so clever...so kind..so patient...so handsome..." your praises had him beaming with pride.

"Let me take care of you...I can make you cum so good..." his thrusts promptly got faster and sloppier as he felt his end becoming inevitable. He hoped he would never have to wait this long before spilling into you ever again.

You could hardly breathe right. The air left you sharply with every rut. "You're taking such good care of me, my darling boy, I'm so close now," Your legs began to shake almost uncontrollably. Pierre was fucking into you so deep, and hitting that spongey ceiling of your slick passage.

"Can I please cum, my countess?" he cried. He was so far gone, eyes glassy and filled with tears. Sweat dripped down his brow with all the control it was taking to stop him from cumming. He had to behave for you, it wouldn’t be much longer.

"Yes, do it. Fill me up with everything you have." you gasped one last time, grabbed his chin with one hand, and kissed him hard. Right as you reached the end of the tightly wound coil in your stomach, you moaned into his mouth. Wide eyed and completely consumed by you, he finally let out the climax he'd been waiting to have for months. With stars clouding his vision, he swore he’d left his body from the overwhelming impact.

Between you two came the delightful squelch of both of your pleasures combined. Maybe it was because he had felt so distant from you before, but he had never felt closer to you. Not even on your wedding night when you'd first consummated the marriage. Now, you two had brought life into the world. You had proven how deep your bond could continue to grow. As you stilled and panted against his chest, he felt on top of the world.

You hummed to life after a while, "I'm sorry it took me this long to give you this."

"Don't you dare apologize. I don't think I've felt so extraordinary in my whole life. Maybe we should wait another few months before we do this again." He chuckled into your hair.

You pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes, "There is not a chance in the world that I will ever wait months again for something like that. I think I would lose my mind without you so often."

"Good, though I think what you just did to me made me lose my own mind." You giggled and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the bedsheet. Your delicate hand removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table. You pressed your forehead to his and he quickly kissed you again.

His lips were soft and innocent this time as they ghosted over yours, "I will always want you. In every way. I want you not only as my Countess Bezukhova and the mother of my children, but also as my wife. That will never change for me." You sniffed, starting to feel a lump form in your throat. How were you so lucky? Out of all the men in Russia, you managed to find the one that still wanted to romance you as though you were lovesick teenagers.

"Pierre Bezukhov, as long as I am alive, I will always want you too." you promised. You lifted your exhausted body from him, humming as his soft and spent cock slipped out. You would worry about cleaning yourselves up in the morning. For now, you wanted him to hold you. You nestled yourself into his side, resting your head on his bare chest.

Pierre's eyes drooped closed and he sleepily muttered, "I love you, dear."

You pursed your lips then left a little kiss on his chest, "I love you too." With that, you fell into a well deserved and restful sleep.

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Mini Fanfic #1132: Cuddly Date Night (King of Fighters)

9:45 p.m. at Yabuki's Residence's Living Room........

Leona: Unbelievable~ (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Shingo on the Loving Room's Sofa While Smirking Seductive at Him) Cuddling with the Colonel's daughter at the comforts of your own home?~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Him) How very scandalous of you indeed!~

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly and Ticklishly by his Girlfriend's Snuggles) Easy for you to say!~ Snuggling up with your cute boyfriend in his own home is a pretty rebellious move on your end, ma'am~

Leona: (Raises an Eyebrow While her Smirk Starts Getting a Little More Wider) You're cute you say?~

Shingo: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Realization of What He Just Said) Cute? H-Handsome! Handsome. W-What I meant to say that you're snuggling up with handsome, cute- Ah dang it! (Starts Pouting a Little While Twiddling his Fingers) Can we start over? I messed up on a few lines......

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Shingo!~ There's nothing wrong with being labeled as "cute". It's one of many traits I love about you~

Shingo: ('Sigh') I know, but I wanted to sound more cool and rebellious like you did a second ago.

Leona: Well, I'm flattered you think highly of me amd performance~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Though, to be honest, I don't think I have what it takes be an actual rebel.....

Shingo: Same. I'm too chicken to cause trouble on purpose for the life of me....

Leona: (Shrugs) It's seems we're both too pure for this troublesome world I suppose.

Shingo: I don't mind the sound of that. As long as we're in this together.

Leona: (Smiles Softly) Of course~

Shingo: (Gives his Girlfriend a Kiss on The Lips Before Sighing in a Relaxed Manner) I'm so glad I have the day off tomorrow......

Leona: (Frowns a Bit in Worry) I take it your day at work today was stressful this time around.

Shingo: ('Sighs a Bit Heavily') Yeah....Something like that. Rude customers constantly rushing us to get their orders done, I had to break up a fist fight shortly after while having a cup of coffee thrown at my face.

Leona: Oh no. Was it hot and scolding?

Shingo: No, it wasn't fortunately, but it wasn't any less annoying that's for sure. Then after that, some big guy with glasses starts barging into the shop, and rather than order his drink like any sane person here, he instead starts going around demanding us to bring Athena out and give him a Psycho Ball across the face!

Leona: (Genuinely Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing Right Now) Why....couldn't he asked for an autograph instead? That would've clearly been more safer.

Shingo: THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!! But when i tried to tell him that and Athena's busy at the moment, he started yelling at me about how I'm just some common slave worker who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone be associated with her establishment to begin with!

Leona: (Forms a Darken Glare on her Face) You don't say......

Shingo: (Quickly Calms Leona Down) N-N-Now hold on, Leona-san! There's no need for you to worry! Really!

Leona: (Slowly Calms Herself Down) Are you sure?

Shingo: Positive! I mean, sure, what he said was upsetting and it almost made me wanna punch the guy, but lucky for him, Malin and Hinako were able to kick him out before another fight happened. 'Thena even went out of her way to make caramel tea to help calm my nerves before it was finally time for me to clock out for the day.

Leona: ('Sighs in Relief') That's good to hear. I'm happy we have to day to ourselves tomorrow.

Shingo: You're off too, Leona-san?

Leona: (Simply Nodded) That's right. Father insisted I take the a day or two off to a change.....(Smiles Softly) And luckily for you, I'm more than willing to spend every moment of with you, darling~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Shingo Some More)

Shingo: (Smiles Back While Blushing) Yeah~ How was your day, Leona-san? I hope it wasn't as bad as mines.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Don't worry, it wasn't. It went a lot better than I expected it would go actually.

Shingo: Nice! Did anything exciting?

Leona: Not really? I was tasked to train and instruct some of the new recruits in the lower ranks while Ralf and Clark were away to their mission.

Shingo: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) You did? That's so cool! What did you taught them?

Leona: Only the basics: How to prepare themselves in the battlefield, how to aim and shoot at the target precisely, how to blend in with their surroundings without begin seen by the enemy, and so fourth.

Shingo: Were you nervous?

Leona: A little, but it didn't take too long for me to work up the courage to the take the lead fortunately. It also helps that the recruits were all cooperative throughout the whole ordeal.

Shingo: That's good. Does it feel like something you wanna do again sometime in the near future?

Leona: I suppose, but only when I'm ordered to do so again. I don't think I have the capabilites become a full fledged leader just yet.

Shingo: That's understandable. Leadership takes a lot of work from what I've heard.

Leona: You've heard right. It takes years of building trust and forming a strong connection with your fellow comrades into becoming one. Both qualities I must learn if I were to ever lead again.

Shingo: (Gives Leona a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Don't be afraid to give it your all. I know you'll become a great leader one of these days.

Leona: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) And I know you'll become even more a stronger fighter than you are now. Which is why we are going to the gym and train first thing tomorrow morning.

Shingo: (Eyes Widened Again) On our day off!?

Leona: (Gives Shingo a Stern, Yet Cute Looking Pout on her Face) Don't act suprise, mister. You know as well as I do that we've been falling behind in our training sessions as of late, thanks to our work schedules.

Shingo: ('Sigh') True. And I have been wanting to try out a few new moves I've came up recently.....Can we go to gym at 10am instead at least?

Leona: I suppose we can do that. But ONLY if you give me more of your loving for the reminder of the night. That's am order

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, ma'am~ (Starts Kissing on Leona's Cheeks)

Leona: (Giggles Ticklishly by her Boyfriend's Kisses) Shingo-Kun, you adorable dummy! Slow down a bit, will ya?~

Shingo: (Stops Kissing Leona For a Second Before Chuckling Some More) What?~ You said it was an order.

Leona: (Starts Calming Herself Down From all the Giggling) I did, I did. But you haven't given me the time to prepare myself yet.

Shingo: Right. Sorry about that. Take as much time as you need, 'hon.

Leona: Thank you. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Smiling Brightly Again) Okay! Now I'm ready~

Shingo: One kissing session coming right up!~

And so Shingo resumes back to kissing Leona on the cheeks, causing her giggle amd smiling even more ticklishly than she did originally under his embrace as the movie they were previously watching, continues to play the whole time.

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#king of fighters #shingo yabuki #leona heidern #athena (mentioned) #hinako (mentioned) #malin (mentioned) #ralf (mentioned) #clark (mentioned) #date night #cuddling & snuggling #cute romance #shingo x leona

[incompleteth0ts]

Seafam week 🐚👑

Day 2: Imaginary friends

Triton hadn't meant to be seen by the brat, but no matter where he hid, he was always found.

Gods he hated 'Hide-n-seek'.

Not only did he hate the childish game that he kept losing in, but he also hated the little urchin that insisted the two of them play it.

Triton's father had been acting suspicious for the better half of eight years. Time is irrelevant to creatures like him, timeless Gods that have little interest in what lives above the surface, but he just couldn't handle the sniffling hours his mother spent in the grand hall wondering what could be holding her husband's lingering attention.

So maybe it was the state of his mother, or the rumors floating across the schools of fish, or even his pain-in-the-ass cousin that gossips just as much as the seahorses that line the castle walls the next thing he knew he was above the surface searching for...something.

Triton almost felt silly standing in the middle of New York with a pair of legs he hadn't used since before the death of his daughter. The lunch rush crowd ignores him for the most part, the mist doing him a favor by covering up his divine presence, the crowds naturally flowing around him giving him a wide berth as he walks down the filthy side, passing by the pitiful Hudson River and ignoring the nymphs that call for him pleading for his help.

He walks around the big apple until the crowds settle down, and he finds himself alone on a park bench. Next to him is an elderly woman who is seated next to him, knitting what could either be a large sock or a small scarf.

The grass is moist on the heels of his feet and tickles his ankles. The small park is filling up with small screaming children and tired parents who look dead on their feet. It takes him thinking of his parents and all the mischief he and his siblings used to get up to. The fawn feelings that were once rising in his chest are squashed down like water bugs when he remembers the reason he's even there to begin with.

Quiet and airy laughter starts up beside him. "Are you looking for someone, sweetheart?"

Triton turns to see that the old lady has put down her knitting needles and was now firmly grasping a walking can in her brown wrinkled hand. Triton takes a moment to stare at her. The mist should be hiding him so the lady must be speaking to someone else, but when he looks around, there are only children who aren't giving either of them the time of day.

"I'm talking to you, young man. You seem troubled." She reaches a handover and places it on Tritons bouncing knee, stilling it to a halt. Her hair is graying and pushed back by a black bandana. Triton looks down at where they are connected. Normally, he would never allow a mortal to touch him so casually, but there's nothing the old woman can do to him, so there's no need to snap at her over nothing.

"Rest assured ma'am that I am fine. I was simply looking for someone but have yet to find them." Triton keeps his answer vague enough to appease the woman and end the conversation, but sadly, she didn't seem to get the memo.

"Well, that seems awful. Are you looking for a friend of yours? A young man as handsome as you ought to have all sorts of them." The corners of her lips lift in an engaging smile. In her youth, Triton has no doubt she'd been a beautiful woman cunning enough to get her way, and even now, she seems to still have a few tricks up her sleeve.

Before Triton can decide if he's going to answer or simply leave, a foul smell has risen into the air. If Triton was a lesser being, he would have gagged instead of choosing to dig his toes into the dirt. Whatever it was, it smelt like dirty gym socks and old cheeses similar to the ones Dionysus would have on display during Olympian parties.

Scanning his eyes through the crowd, Triton saw a man tugging a small boy through the open gates of the park. The man was large like a walrus; only he lacked the tusks of one and was much uglier. Three strands of hair laid limp on his shiny bald head and were the source of the offensive smell. Triton wanted to vaporize the man for the sole purpose of daring to smell this bad while living on earth.

Following or more, like being forced to follow behind him was a shrimpish boy. It was obvious the two shared no blood relation; in fact, the kid looked downright terrified of the older man.

The lady next to him huffed an annoyed sigh. "There that brute goes again, always tormenting that poor child like its sport."

The man continued to drag the kicking boy until he practically threw him into the wood chips in front of the slide. He didn't stick around long enough to do anything else but yell at the small child about how if he wants to go home, he better hope his mother picked him up herself.

The boy doesn't move until the awful-smelling man walks through the gate and around the corner, when he does the practically leaps off the ground like a flying fish and makes a mad dash towards them. When the bot is standing in front of the bench, Triton can get a better look at him. He's covered head to toe in scrapes, band-aids, and bruises. He has a missing tooth in the back of his mouth and a front one that wiggles when he talks.

"Aunty, aunty," the small boy jumped up and down in front of the elder woman. "You're here today!"

The warm palm has yet to leave Triton's leg and moves to pat the younger boy's head. "Of course, Percy. I'm sorry I missed you last week but my niece was sick."

Percy climbed up the bench and sits in between the pair, not once acknowledging God's presence. His skin was dark like the woman's, and he had shaggy black curls that looked over for a haircut. Percy smelt overwhelming like the man he came in with, but underneath the stench was the smell of something more pleasant, like chocolate chip cookies and toasted marshmallows just like the ones his Aunt made whenever he could be bothered to show up to Olympian events. But even further underneath all that was something more interesting.

"Are you Auntie's friend?" Triton was brought out of his steady concentration when the little boy put a tiny hand on his shoulder. The boy couldn't have been older than 7. The boy was staring at Triton, waiting for an answer, but the old God was too focused on the colors he was seeing.

Sea green.

Sea green.

'Oh father,' he thought. 'How foolish.'

The boy continues to stare, but Triton is too full of rage to think, to speak, to even move. This is what has stolen his father's attention. This is what he's been looking for. This is proof of a broken oath.

The bench is quiet for a moment before Triton can find it in himself to answer. "No, I was just...looking for something."

Percy cocks his head to the side. "What were you looking for?"

"Percy," The Aunty beside him speaks up, shutting Percy down. "It's not nice to ask so many questions."

"But isn't your favorite game 20 questions?"

"Don't get sassy with me, little prince."

Aunty dug her hands into the crook of Percy's neck, causing the demigod to snort. His teeth are white, and his nose is small and flat but curved at the top in a traditional Greek fashion. Triton was certain that by the time he hit manhood, he'd lose most of his Hispanic features and look like a mini copy of his father.

Their father.

Triton tries to ignore how much the idea stings.

When Percy can gather enough air into his small lungs, he looks at Triton as if what he's about to ask only has one answer, and it's not 'no'.

"Do you wanna play with me?"

Three hours.

Three long miserable hours of playing various children's games until the insistent barnacle got too tired to even stand on his own feet making Triton carry him back to the park bench and back to the old lady who is now knitting a hat or a pot holder.

"Well, would you look at that? It seems as if you found what you were looking for, after all."

Triton doesn't hide the unamused look that easily slides on his face. "Don't give me that look, Aunt Hestia. After all, you knew from the beginning, didn't you?"

"Of course. It is my job to know of all things family," Hestia puts down her knitting needles and yarn, her form melts and flickers like Hershey's inside of a s'more until she takes the form of a little girl Percy's age. "And speaking of which, we should be heading back, the boy's mother is on her way."

Triton lays Percy on the park bench and watches their aunt gently kiss his forehead before turning around and kissing him as well. "I know you are upset with your father, but please don't try and take your anger out on him and his mother. They are already going through so much."

Triton thinks about the man who had first dragged Percy inside the park and back to the old and new healing injuries on the demigod's body.

The breeze subtlety changes directions and waves in the scent of chocolate chip cookies and saltwater taffy, and before she's even in sight, the two immortals have flashed away.

Triton stays hidden miles away in a secluded forest, but he is still able to see.

He watches Sally Jackson come into view, a beautiful woman. Dark skin and dark hair, wrinkles on the edge of her face, not from age but rather years and years of smiling, and with the sight he has of her now as she gently shakes her son awake he can see why his father would stray.

Percy is on his feet and in his mother's arms. Despite how fatigued he still is, he starts going on and on about all the fun he had with his aunt and new friend.

Now that he's seen what he was looking for, Triton allows his body to turn to water and sink through the soil and towards Atlantis, not even upset over being dubbed Percy's new imaginary friend.

#seafam #percy jackson #Triton #hestia #sally jackson #gabe ugliano

[writerbythewater-blog]

Fiction

Silena sipped on her coffee as she worked on her next novel. Her publisher wanted the first draft done by the end of the week, so she really should work on getting it wrapped up. The coffee was just awful though, but she had gotten so tongue tied when the handsome new employee asked for her order.

The sunlight through the windows lit his caramel eyes just right making them look like melted gold, and his smile made her knees weak. He sounded angelic when he asked for her order.

"You look like a Greek god." She had said without thinking.

"Thanks," he laughed, his dark cheeks darkening, "but what did you want to drink ma'am?"

Embarrassed, she had ordered the first thing she saw on the menu, a large americano. Even now while trying, and failing, to finish her fictional story about a daughter of Aphrodite and a son of Hephaestus falling in love her eyes kept drifting back to him.

His uniform did nothing to hide his large muscles. He probably worked out regularly. His hair was cropped short on the sides and back but was longer at the top. The tight black curls puffed up over the top of the blue visor he wore. Her work on her novel was slow as she paused to look over at him every few minutes. If only she could work up the courage to give him her number, but she was nowhere near as bold as the female leads she wrote. She had written her number on her napkin hours ago, and her awful coffee had long since gone cold, yet she still sat in her seat writing long since given up on.

She had tried to channel the flirtiness she used in her writing, but all she had managed was: Call Me XOXO. How was she a best selling romance writer

"Hi. Your coffee must be cold by now, and you didn't really seem to like it," his voice trailed off. He was standing right behind her with two cups of coffee in hand. "Can I join you?"

"Oh! Yes please feel free." She waved at the chair across from her.

"My coworkers were really shocked when they saw your order. They said this is what you normally get." He held an iced coffee out for her.

"Oh thank you!" She fiddled with the napkin she had written on. She could just slide it across the table to him, but what if he didn't want it?

"No problem!" His smile was blinding. "So I wanted to ask, because it's not every day you get called a Greek god y'know. Do you want to go on a date?" A blush dusted his cheeks.

She couldn't help but giggle and passed him the napkin she was holding. Reading it he laughed along with her.

"Great then! I'll text you when my shift ends. Have fun with your work. I hope you like this coffee more." He smiled at her before going back behind the counter.

Yeah, she thought, I just need to finish this so we can talk tonight. Maybe in her next book the couple would meet in a coffee shop.

#fanfic #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanfic

[sebsxphia]

Thinking about your family moving into town and rumours quickly spread of the new doctor moving into town and starting at the local surgery in the few weeks time. They all think it's your father, the loud and proud man walking around with his daughter and wife on his arms throughout town and you just let them talk amongst themselves. You eventually meet Rhett and his family, they come over for dinner and Rhett is instantly enamoured with you and follows you around the house like a lost puppy trying to try and find out more about you and you think he's handsome with his ruggish looks and cowboy charm so you let him. That weekend a rodeo comes into town, and you go to watch and support Rhett (who had been insisting on taking you out on a date since he meet you), giving him a kiss on the cheek before his first ride and causing a flush to spread across his face. Its on his last ride that things go tits up and you watch as Rhett goes of the bull and hits his head on the ground, the crack of it deafening as the crowd goes silent. You don't even wait until he gets up, bolting our of the bleachers and to your car to grab your bag and rush back just in time to as Rhett is basically carried out of the ring. Rhetts rodeo buddies try and usher you away, saying Rhett needs his space. You just glare at them and flash your ID card from the doctors surgery, "What he needs is a doctor. Now get out of my way." They put their hands up and back away, letting you in to Rhett to check him out and make sure he's okay. As your looking over him, checking his heart rate and breathing, he's giving you a goofy grin, "Knew I'd get your hands on me". You roll your eyes at his innuendo and take out your small torch, going to shine the light in his eyes, but smile at him anyway. He flinches back a little at the light, but the goofy smile remains as he continues on rambling, "You heard my heart right? Its beating heavily just for you" Once again you roll your eyes at him playfully, "Everything looks good for now, but I want you coming in to the surgery tomorrow for a proper check up." Not a fan of the cleanliness of the surgery, Rhett pouts a little and you melt a little at the sight. Your quick to sense he was going to argue with you so you lean down, close to his ear and whisper, "If you come in and see me, you can take me on that date you've been talking about and maybe you can get your hands on me." You pull back with a smirk and watch as a blush spreads across Rhetts cheeks, his pout turning into a grin as he tips his hat at you.

"Yes ma'am"

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY LEGS AND TWIRLING MY HAIR RN DEAR ANON!!!

oh my goodness dear anon, i cannot believe you sent this to me!!!! for free!!!!! this is so, so sweet and i absolutely adore a good meet cute like this. rhett abbott being so whipped for someone who holds their head high is my weakness.

thank you so, so much for this my dear anon!! i’m forever grateful for this!! 💌🫶🏼💖

#💌you’ve got mail #💐 these are for you!! #rhett abbott

[pixie88]

Home swee...yeah, maybe not!

Chapter 16 - The Neighbour.

A/N | Sorry its been a while, hope this makes up for it.

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Summary | Dean and Alana are in the UK....

Check out previous chapters Here!

Word count | 2.7k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

Enjoy!

Twelve hours later...

They pull up to the house, "the driveway is like a road" Dean says as he gets out the car, "that's what living in the countryside is like" the taxi driver Rupert opens the boot, Dean pulls out his wallet handing him a note.

Dean pulls out the bags from the boot, Alana looks up at the house Dean makes his way over to her, "you ready?" he asks her, she looks at him, "whatever my Mother says please ignore her, she hasn't got a filter and doesn't think before she speaks!" she looks at him worried.

He cups her face, "there isn't anything she can say that will put me off you," he presses his lips to hers, "now come on, I can't wait to see all those baby photos" he winks at her, she rolls her eyes.

She knocks on the door, when it swings open she holds her breath "Alana!" her sister squeaks as she pulls her in for a hug, "Fifi!" She wraps her arms around her sister. Fifi pulls away "this must be Dean" she turns to him with a bright smile.

He holds out his hand, "Dean this is my sister Fiona, Fiona this is Dean" she smiles and takes his hand to shake it "Please Fifi, I hate Fiona!"

"Nice to meet you Fifi!" Dean smiles at her, "where's Mum and Dad?" Alana asks her, "Mum is faffing in the kitchen, Simon has taken Dad to Tesco to get some cider and the kids are in the garden. I saw you pull onto the drive and came out before she did" Fifi moves to the side to let them in.

"I'm guessing she's warned you about our Mother?" Dean chuckles, "she can't be that bad? Right?!" Fifi pulls at "yeah, she is that bad!" face. "My Dad will love you!" Alana pecks his cheek, "Mum! Alana and Dean are here!" Fifi calls out, "coming!" she calls back before they hear footsteps heading their way.

She appears from the kitchen with a big smile "Alana! My baby girl!" She wraps her arms round a reluctant Alana, finally letting her go Ronnie turns to Dean, "Ohhh! He's handsome isn't he!" Her Mum wiggles her brows at her daughter who rolls her eyes, "you must be Dean?" She holds out her hand, Dean smiles, taking it before placing a kiss on her cheek, "nice to meet you Ma'am!"

"Manners too, and a firm grip! Maybe, you could teach this one a thing or two and it's Ronnie" she smiles at him, "you two are in Alana's room, why don't you two take your cases up and I will fix you a drink!" she rushes back into the kitchen.

"Don't leave me too long with her" Fifi warns her as they make their way upstairs, "she doesn't seem as bad as you make out," Dean teases her as she pushes her bedroom door open, "give her ten minutes!" she puts her case on her bed. "I'll win her over," he winks at her, "good because this jet lag is kicking in and I'm a bitch when I'm tired"

"You're telling me like that's news to me, sweetheart!" He nudges her, she narrows her eyes at him, "I'm messing! We got jet lag as an excuse if she gets too much...hey, we can even have a code word, it has to be something we wouldn't use normally"

"What about pumpkin?" She nudges him, "as long as your Mum hasn't made pumpkin pie!" He chuckles as she rests her head on his shoulder, he kisses the top of it, "I doubt it! It's not a thing here," she sighs as she gets up off the bed.

Five hours later...

Ronnie was playing nice, Pete was in deep conversation with Dean about cars, Simon is playing football with Adrian, Isobel is on her phone when Alana sits down next to her, "so your Mum tells me, you have gone and got yourself a boyfriend?" Alana lowers her voice so Simon doesn't hear.

Isobel pulls her eyes away from her phone to look up at her Aunt, "he's not my boyfriend! He's a boy I'm friends with!" she grunts at her, "maybe if she focused on her own life instead of mine..." Isobel cuts herself off realizing she had said too much.

"What do you mean by that?" Alana pinches her brows at her, "nothing can we forget I said anything?!" Isobel pleads with her, not wanting to push anymore Alana  changes the subject, "how's school?" Isobel's face changes relieved "I'm actually really enjoying drama class"

"Just like your Mum!" Alana winks at her, this peaks Isobel's interest, "really?" she questions her Aunt not quite believing her, "yeah, she did drama as one of her GCSE's. She played Sandy in the end of year show"

"What? She never told me!" Isobel says wanting to ask so many questions, "yeah, I think Nan has a tape of it somewhere. Go and ask her to show you it" Isobel gets up and rushes over to her Nan.

Alana wanders over to her sister who's watching Simon and Adrian playing, "come on then, how are things with you?" Alana leans against the wall with her sister, snapping her out of her thoughts, "huh? Oh...yeah, great. I see Dad has stolen your boyfriend," she teases her sister, "one he's not my boyfriend...not yet anyway and two I can tell when you're lying!"

"Neither of you have spoken about it?"

"No, but I think I might soon, but stop deflecting and answer my question!" Fifi looks over to Simon, who just scored a goal and back to her sister, "I think you should, he seems like a good guy and god knows you haven't had many of those recently. Yes, I know you can tell when I'm lying. I hoped I got better at it, but I guess not." she sighs, "sister secret?" She looks at Alana waiting on her to agree.

Alana puts her fingers to her lips, pretending to lock them with a key and hooks her little finger in the air for Fifi to take, she hooks hers around Alana's. This was there secret handshake when they were going to tell each other a secret the other could never share with anyone.

"At the moment it feels more like a friendship than a sixteen year married" Fifi whispers so no one else can hear.

"Like friends or friends with benefits?" Fifi rolls her eyes at her sister, "just friends...no benefits at all! I think Custard is having more sex than I am at the moment," she huffs, "wait?! Custard, your cat?" Alana looks at her trying not to laugh, "yes, the bloody cat! My neighbour knocked on my door last week telling me, she thinks her cat Millie has had his kittens!"

Alana howls at her sister, "come on, things can be that dry?" Fifi glares at her making Alana realizes she's serious, "have you tried it on with him?" She quizzes her sister, "now why didn't I think of that!" Fifi mocks her, "hey, no need to get snarky with me"

"I sorry, it's just...I don't know what to do," she could see it was upsetting her, "have you spoken to him about it?"

"Yep, he just says he's tired...which I get because he works long hours, but now I'm thinking he just doesn't fancy me anymore!"

"Bullshit! Have you looked in the mirror?! If he doesn't fancy you he wants his bloody eyes testing!" Fifi laughs at her words that make her feel a tiny bit better about herself, "hey, I'm taking Dean to meet Chloe and Elliot at The Oak tomorrow night, get Mum and Dad to baby sit and come out. Get a few drinks into him, drinks make everyone horny!" she nudges her.

"Ok, I suppose we could do with a night out" Fifi smiles at her, "if that doesn't work, turn up at his work dressed as a slutty student! I bet that will make his pencil stand to attention!" Fifi howls with laughter, "you're terrible!"

"I maybe, but I got you to laugh!" Alana winks at her, "Alana could you help me take the plates in?" The pair heard their Mum calls over, "right, remember what I said" she winks at her as she makes her way over to pick up the plates from the table to take into the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later...

Dean realizes Alana hadn't come back out in a while, worried her Mum had finally got to her, he excuses himself from the table, taking more plates with him and goes in search for her as he steps inside just inches from the kitchen he can hear the pair talking.

He stops to listen just in case she doesn't need his help, when he heard Ronnie say "Alana, I just mean you deserve and can do better than some grease monkey! Sue's son is a banker, I could get you a date! Don't get me wrong, he's easy on the eye..but he's someone you sleep with and can show you a good time, not really marriage material and he lives in America how will that work if you want to move back?" Dean doesn't stick around to hear the rest, he places the plates on the dining table, grabs his coat and makes his way out the door.

"Mum!! Dean is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and I will not, I repeat not, have you look down your nose at him! Instead of encouraging me to date someone with loads of money, maybe you should encourage me to be able to support myself, with or without a man. I wouldn't care if he was the trolley man at Walmart, he is worth a hundred Isaac's or Rick's in their poncy suits and as for where we live we will decide together! If you can't be happy for me...m-maybe we should head home!" Ronnie is rendered speechless knowing there is no room for argument.

She shook her head a little embarrassed and runs her hand over her face, "I guess you must really love him?" she looks up at her daughter who is nodding. "I get he's not polished like how you picture my all my boyfriends to be, but he's honest, kind, sweet, and I think he's the one!" she may have spat it out, but it doesn't make it any less true, she believed he may be the one.

"Well, if that is how you feel, I know nothing I will say will change that!" Ronnie smiles at her thinking maybe she was a little to harsh on Dean, "I better head back out!" Alana turns and makes her way to the garden.

As she walked outside she noticed her dad Pete and Simon were chatting among themselves, she looked around, but she couldn't see him, pinching her brow together "Dad? Where's Dean?" Pete looks confused, "I thought he was in there with you girls? He went in with more plates!"

Fuck! He must have heard! She cringes at the thought of him hearing her tell her Mum, she thought he might be the one. She wanders into her room to check if he's there, but he isn't, she pulls out her phone and dials his number.

It rings a couple of times before he answers, "Dean! Hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I'm fine. I just needed to clear my head! Everything just got a bit intense..." she can hear him smile.

"She's not scared you off?" she started biting her fingernails.

"She couldn't even if she tried!" he chuckles.

"Good! You know, if you went left as you come out the drive and then right, there is a pub on the right halfway down the road!"

He laughs, "I think I see it! Alana, I'll be back soon. Ok sweetheart?!"

"Yeah, yeah of course! Dean, I-I love you!"

"I love you too gorgeous!"

She hangs up.

He crosses the road, walks into the thatched pub.

It's small and quiet the barmaid smiles at him, "Alright lovely!" he takes a seat the bar "hey! Could I get a double whiskey, please?" she nods picking up his bottle from behind her "not from around here are ya?!" she asks pouring the golden liquid into the tumbler. "Nah, Lawrence, Kansas!" he hands over the cash as she pushes the tumbler across the bar, "One of the locals has come home from there with her...Oh wait are you Dean?"

He looks up at her "sorry, Pete said Alana was coming home with her boyfriend!" He smiled. Of course she knew, Alana said it was a little village where everyone on knew each others business.

"Yeah, that's me and you are?" he takes a huge gulp of his drink before pushing it over "Leona, I guess you've met Ronnie then?" she laughs, Dean looks up at her "Yep! Another please!" she pours him out another and places it in front of him "this one is on the house! Especially putting up with her!"

"Thanks! Has she always been such...?"

"A snob?!" she laughs, "yeah, she has, but as snobby as she is Alana and Fifi are two top girls!" Dean takes another sip of his drink "yeah, Alana is pretty special! Just a shame about her Mom!" he shook his head. "She didn't like you then?" another local walk in. She pulls him out a pint "Alright Bob!" he smiles and takes his pint "can you make me a tab?" she nods as Bob wanders over to a free table.

"She called me a grease monkey!" he frowned, "in front of Alana?" he nods. "Whoa! She's brave!" Dean pinches his brows together "I didn't stick around, Alana doesn't know I heard her." Leona laughed, "you aren't Alana's usual type which is probably why Ronnie is being a cow bag and I've known Alana for years she will stand up for anyone she loves. I think it’s a good thing you aren't like Isaac and Rick those two were dicks!"

"Can't argue about Isaac, but she never really mentioned Rick before?" Leona looks at him as if she said too much. She starts to busy herself, "Leona, who's Rick?" he calls over, Leona takes a deep breath, "look maybe you should talk to Alana?"

"Please?" Dean looks at her pleading, she sighs, "Rick was a dick, his name suited him perfectly! I don't like to speak ill of the dead. He and Alana were together two and a half years, after a year together, she seemed to pull away from everyone. I think her sister asked her out on New Years Eve Fifi begged her to come out and she was late back, no one heard or saw her for weeks. She finally appeared he had taken her away to a little village up north where she said she couldn't get any signal, she barely spent five minutes with her family before he'd call her and ask where she was and when she was coming home. She'd always left after that, a year or so later she left him and got her fight back, he begged her to take him back, but she stuck to her guns and refused. He even blackmailed her, he said he'd kill himself if she didn't take him back, she never believed he'd go through with it..."

Leona sighed, "she was in here when she got the call about the crash, he'd drove his car off a bridge along the A41 by pass...she blamed herself for a while, Ronnie didn't help she kept going on at her saying shouldn't have let him control her the way he did, why didn't she tell someone what he was doing to her or his threat to kill himself"

"Really?!" he asked, shocked "you've met her, is it really that surprising? I had Alana in here crying her eyes out thinking she was weak, that she wasn't good enough to find someone who would treat her right...then she jumped on a plane to America and when she did come home she was her old self again...until that Isaac broke her heart even then Ronnie blamed her" Leona smiled at him.

He got up from his stool, pulled out his wallet "no, it's on the house, my dear" he smiled "thanks!" nodding at her before making his way back to her parents house....

Chapter 17

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Ghost Riley headconnon. Ghost x black reader

I see ghost being a closet bi and a dilf . Let's say they need a play to hide out and ghost takes them to his small house back home. Most of them hurt and tired. They say yes. They travel and when they come in the notice how nice the house is.

Ghost: *secret beat*

*tap repeats back and tiny feet run up to him*

Every one but ghost is quick to get prepared for what's to come only to see a lil mixed girl run up to ghost.

Zinaya: DADDY *hugs ghost*

Ghost: hay spooky

* walking noises *

Y/n: hello dear husband

The crew being shocked at the guy/girl standing there calling ghost husband and the lil girl calling him daddy.

Soap: who's these people L.T.

Ghost: my daughter zinaya and my husband/wife ( your name )

Most of them probably are asking how long y'all have been together how old she is. ( 6) when did they get together. You know those type of question.

Zinaya: Daddy *pouting*

Ghost: yes spooky

Zinaya: you know the rules no mask in the house * bossy*

Ghost: * takes it off* yes ma'am how could I forget. I made the rule after all *laughing*

Everyone is gasping in shock to see his face.

The team: HES ATTRACTIVE

ghost and his family would probably laugh their asses off at their reaction.

Zinaya: YOU PEOPLE TOO * attempting to be scary but ghost is behind her looking scary* No mask in this house Mrs we stand on facial confidence here

* They take them off*

Zinaya: see you all are handsome right daddy momma/Pappa?

*they agree*

( that's basically how I see that going)

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Do u have any trans headcanons for Arcane? I need to know who you think has big girlcock-haver energy

Oh my gosh yes!!!! Let's see if I can get all my thoughts right!

Warnings: Trans headcanons and kinda suggestive/NSFTish but not like Hugely

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• Cait: Trans woman! I think she knew Very young and her parents supported her wholeheartedly. And also why her mom tends to constantly be worried about how Cait is viewed / that no one is hurting her daughter. Cait has big dick energy for sure and doesn't want bottom surgery! I think she's that kinda girl that Knows she has a big dick and is proud of it.

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• Vi: I think she's in gender discovery mode! I think she leans nonbinary and also a healthy skew on masc too. I think she also binds and wants top surgery too! But she's def not Cis but Girl and Boy don't feel right to her either. Her strap game? Immaculate. No desires for bottom surgery bc she loves the fact she can go for hours without pause with a strap aivaivaig

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• Viktor: Trans man for sure. This dude was on some shady ass T from Singed. Then as he got to Piltover he's gotten top surgery and healthier T. I think he's got Huge dick energy (as u can see I love making the tall and lanky characters have massive dicks) and has lots of super cool straps that he can Feel so it limits his desire for bottom surgery bc he basically has a detatachable dick selection and I think he's sooo cool for that.

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• Elora: Trans woman. I know we hardly get to know her so I don't have much more thoughts but I'm right on this one I swear.

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• Sevika: Trans woman but also like gender,,,flexible (shout out to all my butches and studs out there who are Waggly Hand Gender) I think she's really gray area in the gender zone. I think you could call her guy/dude or woman/ma'am and she's all for it. Like call her your handsome girl and BOOM that's her gender. Prefers masc compliments for sure. Huge dick energy, but I don't think I need to explain that for her. Silco is a bro and bought her the best E money could buy.

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Honorable mention that Mylo was def a trans boy and RIP to that funky little dude.

#princess talks #headcanons #Arcane #nsft #ish??? I mean kinda??? #it's more suggestive honestly #i have deeper hcs explanations for all of them but these are my quick spitball thoughts lmaoo