#please remember that home alone is about a mother desperately trying to get home to her son <3 lol

[scintillyyy]

okay, while janet visits a psychic clearly wins the day i do also have a home alone!tim idea that i'm going to share

so, it is christmas with the drakes. tim is our precocious 7-8 year old boy (he needs to be this age because he has not yet made the connection of batman and robin = bruce and dick AND so dick is still robin)

jack has decided that he's going to make amends with (show off to) his estranged relatives by planning a big old drake bash where they will christmas in paris (and jack can smugly brag about how successful his company is by paying for everything)

jack, however, doesn't really like his relatives so he delegates a lot of the planning and logistics and management of this trip to his beleaguered wife janet (who also doesn't like jack's relatives, thinks this trip is stupid and a bad idea, wanted to just have a quiet christmas and spend time with their son over his break, but the couples counselor they've been seeing has been suggesting that jack and janet try to compromise more and be more open to things that are clearly important to the other one, so here they are) who begrudgingly takes over the management of this trip because someone has to and it's clearly not going to be jack (even though it's his gd family)

so all janet asks is that jack please, please, please wrangle tim while she's doing everything else

so it's the day before christmas and we have the extended drakes over at jack and janet's townhouse in the suburbs (listen you can't convince me that the drakes didn't have a townhouse in the suburbs especially because tim refers to the robinson park condo as the place they would stay when they decided to be downtown. they very much strike me to have a suburb home and a couple of city homes)

and tim is kind of excited about this, but he is also a bit sour and cross that everytime he tries to get his mom's attention she's just frazzled and sorry because her attention keeps getting diverted by jack's aunt or uncle or cousin or cousin's kid (he is only 7-8 after all!)

so tim stands at the top of the stairway and angrily says he's going to his room. unfortunately, no one hears him. especially not his dad, whose only job it is to keep track of tim, because uncle rich asked about whiskey and jack has an excellent one in his study for showing off occasions such as this

the limos come to take them to the airport and janet, who is very frazzled making sure that everyone's suitcases get put in the cars, doesn't do a final headcount as she hurries everyone along because otherwise they're going to be late

and jack, talking to uncle rich about cigars, gets in the second car sans tim. he was just a little distracted, okay?

the extended drakes make it to the airport just in time and onto their flight. since they're all spread apart, since this is a christmas flight, nobody has noticed they forgot tim

"you know," jack says to rich, "i wanted to take the private jet, but we didn't want to leave you all to commercial by yourself while we lived it up in comfort"

tim comes out of his room to realize they forgot him. oh no! he's a little sad, but also. freedom to do whatever he wants? nice. he's going to live it up, and when he's parents realize what they did they'll be sorry!

meanwhile, two bumbling robbers are sneaking around bristol looking for houses to rob.

which catches tim's attention. this is serious business. he tries to call the cops about it, but they were like "what are you, 6? is this a prank call?" so he has to take matters into his own hand and protect the townhouse.

which means it's time for operation: what would batman and robin do? so tim sets up a bunch of traps.

in paris, the drakes arrive and finally realize tim is gone.

janet loses her shit. at jack. he had one gd job, after all

it's probably good that tim isn't there for that fight. it's ugly.

so janet has to immediately fly back to gotham because they forgot her baby boy and he's all alone there! unfortunately, there's one thing that money can't buy, and that's a last minute plane ticket on christmas.

....they probably should have taken the jet.

all she can manage to get after bargaining and begging all the people in the airport is a ticket to wichita, kansas. which is not ideal, by any means, but at least it's the country she needs to get to.

meanwhile, batman and robin have been made aware of some christmas burglars. they talk to commissioner gordon, who mentions a weird prank call they got from a kid

so they go to check it out and dick robin gets caught up in the glue trap that tim drake set up to catch bad guys. dick robin gets very affronted over this.

tim is mortified that he caught robin in his glue trap!! he'll never be best friends with robin now :(

batman tells robin to stay with the kid while he stakes out the perimeter

and the kid has a flying grayson poster in his room which is even more mortifying. dick has to keep a straight face as tim asks if he had every heard of them before, they're amazing, especially that dick grayson. batman can't come back soon enough.

batman does, and does ask why tim is alone.

"my parents forgot me :(" tim says "i know they didn't mean to. i miss them". and now dick does feel bad for the fanboy.

anyways, batman and robin catch the robbers and everything is so cool. tim asks for their autographs. he's never been so sad but so happy before in his life. (silver linings, you know?)

meanwhile, janet is in kansas. desperately trying to make her way back to gotham. she's almost in tears. there's no tickets to be found and she needs to be home, like, 8 hours ago. she almost went on a road trip with a polka band in her desperation. she's sitting outside a terminal, face buried in her hands. a kindly lady and man comes up to her and asks her what's wrong. she bursts into tears as she tells the woman the whole story and how she has to make it back to her son.

the kindly lady and man look at each other and silently agree. christmas is about helping each other out. "we don't have tickets to gotham," the woman says. "but we can give you our ticket to metropolis" they were going to visit their son. after all. but he would understand. and he has other ways of seeing them for the holidays that don't rely on planes.

janet is eternally grateful. she doesn't know how she can evey repay them.

it's christmas day and tim is sad. he had a fun adventure without his parents, but he really misses his mom. he goes to sit on a park bench and mope.

a man comes up to him. it's bruce, in disguise. they talk for a bit and tim cries about how all he wants for christmas is his mom.

"well," bruce is disguse says, "keep your chin up and maybe your wish will come true." he did, after all, hear from superman, who heard from his parents, about a woman desperate to get home to her son.

tim thanks him and goes home. he sits in the living room sad, when he hears a car pull up. it's his mom!!! merry christmas indeed. they hug. tim is so happy.

and then the rest of the extended drakes pull up. uncle rich is well and deep in his drinks and is laughing so hard.

jack called and yelled at their assistant to get the drake private jet to paris asap so they could all return home, which was actually a good idea. jack does feel very ashamed since he was the one who was supposed to be keeping track of tim after all. he'll take his son to a monster truck show to make it up to him.

all's well that ends well. batman and robin watch the happy family reunion, pleased at the outcome.

and dick never forgets the glue trap and is eternally trying to catch tim in one for tim's entire robin career.

#tim drake #janet drake #please remember that home alone is about a mother desperately trying to get home to her son <3 lol

[svuguru]

Stepdaddy Toji invading the mind again ! (Working on reqs, I just needed to share this!!)

Imagine sitting on stepdad! Toji's lap, your legs spread wide open in front of the television as he sits on the sofa, one of his hands occupied with fingering your little pussy with two big fingers, your head thrown back against his shoulder and you whine and whine continuously.

"Don't be too loud, now, princess," Toji whispers into your ear, "mommy can be home any second now, remember? So be a good girl for me and keep it down," his deep voice alone is enough to get you clenching around his fingers, your juices coating the skin as you whimper.

"Mkay, daddy," you turn your head just a bit to look at him, but you're just met with him staring intently at the way you suck his digits in.

While the television is playing a show that your daddy picked out himself, he's not even a little bit interested in it. He's too focused on the way you try to grind against his hand, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as he teases the gummy spot inside you.

A part of you kind of wants your mother to walk in and see your stepdaddy fucking you with his fingers, then she'd know just how much he loves you. Even Toji told you himself that he loves you so much more than he could ever love your mother, so it must be true!

One of your hand searches for Toji's unoccupied one, hoping that he'll lace your fingers together as a show of affection, and that he does. Your fingers tangle together and he brings it up to his lips so he can press a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Asks Toji before he thrusts his wrist forward, eliciting a gasp from you.

"Yes, daddy!" You yelp, knots in your tummy tying themselves and you can feel yourself being pushed to the edge. "Please, lemme cum, daddy!" You then whimper, pushing your hips forward, chasing your desperately needed release.

"Hey, hey, what did I tell you about whining?" Toji clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "Be a good girl."

"m sorry, daddy.." your lips pull into a pout before you mumble, "can I please cum, daddy?" And you get the answer you've been hoping for.

"'course, baby, what kinda daddy would I be if I didn't let my sweet girl cum?" His wrists increase in pace and roughness as a way to push you to your release. "Cum, princess," and on command, you're gushing all over his fingers, your legs twitching as you hiccup and squeeze your eyes shut.

It's overwhelming and an amazing feeling, tears falling from your lash line to your plump, flushed cheeks. Your back arches off his broad torso, your hand squeezing his tightly as you come down from your high.

"Such a good fucking girl, yeah?" Toji grins lazily, "and make sure not to tell mama about this, okay? That's my sweet girl,"

#jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader smut #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x reader smut

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omg i LOVED open the way u wrote tae was so 😩✊💦💯✨ i’m addicted to ur writing style!!! if ur still doing requests could u pls do taehyung x reader where he’s your aunt’s boyfriend and he’s really into you and lowkey flirts with you but you don’t realize how much until you two are left alone 🫣 ends with smut and can be yandere hehe the rest is up to you bc i trust you dear author!!

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭:

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f! reader

genre: smut || non-idol au || fluffy-ish but in a kinda dark way

summary: it’s wrong, but it feels so good.

word count: 4.5k

tags/ warnings: slight age-gap, stalking, infidelity, coercion, naive! reader, but she means well, anxiety, briefly mentioned panic attack, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction don’t be stupid), dom! tae, sub! reader, big dick! tae, ddlg themes, cry baby reader, thigh riding, fingering, dick riding, creampie, squirting, slight cum play, cockwarming

notes: yes! thank you for having so much faith in me, and i hope this lives up to your expectations :’)

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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Taehyung remembers the exact day he fell in love with you. How he’d been mindlessly flicking through dating apps for a quick fuck; only to stumble across, well not you, but your aunt.

She was pretty. Conventionally attractive at most, a little plain, but seemed like she’d gotten around with enough men to please him for the night. The skimpy little lingerie pictures enough for him to know that she was somewhat desperate in her search for a partner and maybe all she had to offer was her decent body— by his standards.

And as he’d been scrolling through her other photos, mingled among half naked mirror selfies, there you were. The prettiest little thing he’d ever seen.

He’d found all your aunt’s social media before making the leap to message her, wanting to know just how close the two of you were and if this little plan of his would be worth it in the long run.

There were photos upon photos of you posted on every profile she had. Like a little trophy, your achievements now her own to flaunt to the world through the web.

You and your aunt were close. That much he had gathered from her social media. Peeved that he was unable to find your own, left to see your aunt’s grating face beside yours in every photo. Nothing a little editing couldn’t fix. He had already picked out a cute photo album for all the pictures he planned to take with you.

He later found out that his soon-to-be girlfriend was more your sister than auntie. With 15 years between your mother and herself, she’d always felt too young to be anything other than a sibling your mother was never willing to have, leaving you as an only child.

And only child who still lived home with their mother because the big wide world is too scary for some people.

That just gave Taehyung another reason to take care of you. While your mother bitched at you about finding a job, with him you wouldn’t have to lift a finger. The ground you stepped on too precious, hands too delicate, body a temple that he planned to worship.

Your aunt was a little older than he would usually go for, but anything to have you in his clutches, the sacrifice was worth every second.

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It’s easy to woo a woman who’s desperate. A few sweet nothings and a big dick can get you a long way with a pitiful lady whose self-esteem lays in the depths of hell. Luckily, he lurked that low, and now he had a prize he was trying to win, kneeling before the devil himself to have you as his own.

It wasn’t long before your aunt had invited him to dinner with you and your mother. Caring more about your validation than your mothers, but he wasn’t all that bothered about the woman anyways. A spitting image of you if you were to age 20 odd years. But it wasn’t her he was after.

And Taehyung could feel his cock throb under his slacks at the sight of you, fidgeting under his gaze as he takes a little longer than proper watching you from across the table; though neither your mother nor his girlfriend seemed to notice, too hung up in their own little catch-up to care.

He could see your fingers itching to pick up the crayons left by the last little family that had sat at the table, your eyes trained on the maze from the kids menu. Probably mapping out the way in your mind, squirming when he assumes you’d escaped the maze.

And Taehyung wants to coo when your mother tells one of the waitresses to clean up the mess; pitiful pout on your lips that you hide behind your teeth when she turns to you, asking what you wanted to order.

Your eyes flit to the menu, then to your mother, then over to Taehyung before blurting you’ll just have salad. Unbothered, your mother shrugs, calling over the waitress again when she asks the rest of the table if they’re ready to order.

Taehyung thinks the little dinosaur shaped nuggets would have suited you better. Maybe a pretty pink milkshake to match your pretty pink cheeks.

He wouldn’t mind feeding you spoonfuls of whipped cream between bites of french fries, and then buying you a cute strawberry cake for afters. You look like you might have liked the brownies and vanilla ice cream better though.

Maybe he could spoil you a little, buy you both and when you shake your head, claiming to be too full; he’d pull you over his lap, teasing the edge of your panties as he makes you lick the chocolate sauce off his fingers.

And oh how sweet you would taste after that. He doesn’t think he’d be able to stop kissing you until your lips are swollen with his love, sticky with his spit and left over ice cream that he would clean with his tongue.

His mood sours when his girlfriend runs a hand along the length of his thigh, lovestruck smile plastered on her face as your mother asks questions on how the two of them met.

His little fantasy of your perfect little date being shattered by the shrill voice of your aunt as he fawns over your new sweater that your mother informs them that you’d ordered online.

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He eased you into it. His own little game of how long he can keep up his flirty little touches before someone noticed.

Carefully brushing over your back as he walked past you. His arm slung around your shoulder when you’d be stood by yourself in the garden as the rest of your family gathers around the grill. More interested in the smell of food than one another.

But Taehyung found you didn’t like large groups of people, family or not, loud noises picking at your brain, like an itch that won’t go away until tears gathered on your waterline and Taehyung would have to sit in the corner of your room with you until you calmed down. Your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair.

Because he seemed to be the only one who cared that you’d had a panic attack, worried to leave you alone, to cry until your head hurt. To then feel sorry for yourself as you curl up between the arms of your plushies that line the bed. Now why would you do that, when he could hold you tighter than your little bear ever could?

“Thanks for helping her. Poor thing, her anxiety has been worse as of late. Must be school” his girlfriend whispers from the door, heart swelling with happiness at the image of you two together.

“Having such large family gatherings isn’t helping” he mutters, tongue poking the inside of his his cheek as your aunt waves him off.

“We’ll get her to stay up in her room next week then”

Other times, his fingers lingering over your own a little longer than they should as he gives you gifts.

You assume Taehyung must come from money. If the shiny looking pearls that hung around your aunt’s neck were anything to go by. Her dead-end, 9-5 job could barely cover rent, you doubted she was splurging on overpriced rocks and fancy dinners that she flaunts when she comes over. Making you scroll through endless pictures of 5 course meals that you have no interest in.

He never spoke of himself much. You had never heard of his parents, nor did he ever seem busy with friends when it came to your weekly dinners. Your aunt didn’t seem to care either way; having won the jackpot with a rich, hot boyfriend that would fuck her like a common whore at night and treat her like royalty during the day.

Taehyung was very generous, you knew that much. He often came a couple of times a week to visit you with your auntie. And each week he would have a new gift for you.

“You spoil her too much” your mother had tutted one afternoon. You hadn’t said anything, too preoccupied with the paint set Taehyung had wrapped in pretty wrapping paper. Pink with scattered little red hearts.

You’d started to keep the wrapping paper Taehyung gave your gifts in. Gluing them in an empty notebook with the dates written in your best hand writing beside them. Because it felt like a waste to throw such pretty paper away. And it always left you wondering why he had so much wrapping paper to begin with. Maybe he just likes giving, and then you read online that it was a love language, did that mean Taehyung loved you?

Gentle touches had turned to your knees grazing as you sat beside one another on the couch. To you sat between Taehyung’s legs from the floor, while he sat on the chair as you both played a game on the TV.

Some evenings while his girlfriend helped your mother in the kitchen he would lay your thighs across his own, fingers skimming the bare skin until goosebumps prickled in his wake. And he’d hide a smile behind his hands as you squirmed over his lap.

He starts feeding you at dinner, disguised as him asking for your opinion on a new recipe he was trying out. To suggesting what you order when you go out for dinner together with your aunt who was in awe of how well the two of you got along.

Compliments had started off simple too.

‘You look pretty today’ turning to ‘My y/n is so beautiful’ while his arms wrap around your waist. Praise of your beauty never ending, it seemed Taehyung had a compliment stored away on his tongue for all hours of the day. Even when you’d just woken up, hair tangled and eyes a little puffy from eating ramen so late the night before. He had given you a gentle ‘good morning’ as he brought you into his chest for a hug.

His heart had swelled once you’d gotten more comfortable with him. Albeit still awfully shy, you had now started to approach him first. The years of dating your aunt finally paying off as you gift him your own paintings. Thank you cards decorated with the little stickers he’d bought for you and way too much washy tape.

His favorite of your little gifts so far had been the small cakes you’d baked after hearing him tell your beloved aunt that chocolate was his favorite. It wasn’t. It was yours, but he liked the smile on your face when he’d said that, and the fact you both had something in common, even it were as insignificant as your aunt had pointed out.

He’d tugged your chair closer to his own that evening. Aware of your eyes watching his every little move as he shoveled your cake into his mouth. Low hum of appreciation rumbling in his chest as he gives you a cheeky smile.

He adores the way your cheeks had flushed red when he’d carded his fingers through your hair, “So smart. It’s delicious, darling”

And you hadn’t been able to contain your smile.

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“Baby, can you take Y/n to the train station? I think she’s meeting a friend out of town but her mum’s gone for the weekend and I have work in the morning”

And of course he’d agreed.

And that’s how he found you, wrapped up warm in your winter coat in the passenger side of his car; nose red from the bitter cold morning air. Perfect for kissing, but he doesn’t want to scare you off when he’s so close to where he needs you.

“Meeting a friend?” he asks as you shut the car door. Leaning over to help strap you in, you don’t seem to mind, unfazed as his arm reaches over your body, and Taehyung thinks you really must be perfect; needing his help, needing someone to just take care of you in the way you deserve. In the way he knows you need.

“Yeah” you nod, voice barely above a whisper, but he hears you, attuned to how soft you spoke.

“A close one?”

You shrug. “We used to be, but she moved out of town for school and thought we’d catch up while she’s on winter break”

She.

Taehyung’s lips curl up, “Must be nice to catch up”

You hum at that. Feet tapping against the floor.

“You don’t look very excited, baby” his eyes flit to look at your face, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

He’s moments away from touching your lips, ready to scold you that you shouldn’t chew on the skin until it bled, a bad habit he’d come to see you have; but the car behind beeps and he’s stepping on the gas, eyes-brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Just a little scared of taking the train” you admit, hands tucked under your thighs.

“Nothing to be scared of, i’ll be here when you get back” he smiles over at you, and you nod slowly at that.

“Is that really okay?” you ask him.

And Taehyung wants to coo, “Of course, baby. Just call me when you’re on the way home, and i’ll be here right as the train gets in”

“Promise?” you look up at him through your lashes and Taehyung feels his cock throb at your desperation.

“Pinky promise” he gives you his little fingers after he parks the car.

You connect your finger with his own, gentle smile tugging at the corner of your lips as he stamps your thumbs together.

“You got everything?” he asks, leaning over into the back seat to grab your bag.

“I think so” you nod.

“Money?”

You hum.

“What about my goodbye kiss?” he asks, and you simply blink up at him.

“Kiss?” you gape.

“Mhm” he nods, tapping his cheek.

“I thought kisses were only for family” you whisper and Taehyung’s head tips back against the seat.

“I am family, aren’t I?” he turns to look at you, and you think he looks sad, a pang of guilt striking through your heart at his disheartened expression.

Your head tilts a little, “I guess so”

You lean over the center console, hand landing on Taehyung’s thigh as you lean up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Taehyung turns his head a little, your lips pressing against the corner of his own, though you don’t seem to notice as you keep your eyes closed.

“Good girl, now be quick or you’ll miss the train” he runs his thumb over your cheek.

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As promised Taehyung was there when you’d gotten off the train. His arm wrapping tightly around your shoulder as he pulled you into his chest. The gentle beating of his heart through his thick sweater lulling your anxieties, fingers holding onto his arms like you would crumble if he were to let go of you.

“I got you this” you’d told him once you’d gotten home, inviting Taehyung in to warm up with a hot coffee before he left, “I got one too, so we could be matching” you rock back and forth on your feet.

You drop the little keychain into his palm, character from a game he’d seen you play many times carved out of wood and delicately painted.

“It’s beautiful, baby”

Taehyung thinks he can see the cogs of your mind start to overheat at the pet name. No more anxiety there to overshadow the term of endearment. Your cheeks flushing pink as you flop down onto the couch beside him.

“Come here and tell me about you day then” he pats his thigh.

You look up at him, eye brows furrowing in confusion.

“Need me to help you, hmm?” his hands hold under your arms, tugging you up your your legs straddle one of his thighs. You squeak at the sudden motion, hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

He feels your thighs clench as he stabilizes you, cunt throbbing as he holds onto your hips.

“Taehyung” you whisper, fingers clasped onto his sweater.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, gentle smile on his face. Expression so innocent you feel bad for thinking he had an ulterior motive.

“We’re not meant to be doing this” you squirm, pouting when his hands hold onto your hips tighter.

“Doing what?”

Your mouth stays shut, humiliation bubbling through your body as Taehyung watches your face. You shake your head.

“Don’t be shy, baby” he smiles, hand coming to cradle your face in his palm.

You lean into his touch. Hips stuttering forwards as he urges you on.

A chocked whimper drips off your tongue like honey as your panties brush against your clit.

“Like that baby?” he asks, shushing you when you open your mouth to protest.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you” he hums, rocking your hips for you. Your head falls onto his shoulder as jolts of pleasure wrack down your body, slick staining your panties.

A broken moan slips off your lips as Taehyung rocks you harder, slowly brining you to the peak of pleasure, moments away from tumbling into what will be your first orgasm of the night. You whimper against his neck, warm breath fanning his skin as you now rock your hips, Taehyung clenching the muscles of his thigh to help you get off.

“Go on little one, cum for me” Taehyung urges, hands slipping down to grab your ass as your hips stutter. Your thighs shake, teeth sinking into the skin of his neck as you fall over the edge. Little stars scattered behind your eye lids.

“Well done, baby” he soothes, pulling you into his chest.

Your breath comes out uneven, tears cascading down your cheeks in little pearls.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Taehyung pulls your face away from his neck, thumb coming to brush away your tears.

“I did something bad” you snivel, trying to pull yourself off Taehyung’s lap.

He hold you down, tutting. “You haven’t done anything wrong” he shakes his head, easy laugh reverberating through his chest and you just shake your head.

“You’re— you’re dating my aunt, we shouldn’t— I shouldn’t— I just- ” you squirm out of his lap.

Taehyung grabs onto your back, cradling your head between the junction of his neck and shoulder, rocking the both of you back and forth as you let the tears fall.

“You’re okay” he hushes, gentle hands rubbing down your back as you hiccup, “It’ll be our little secret, yeah? Just wanna make you feel good, you’ve been such a good girl recently”

Your shoulders shake as more tears dribble down your cheeks, “been good?” you ask, voice a little broken from the tears.

“Very good. The best even, don’t you think you deserve a treat?”

“Taehyungie always gives me a treat” you use the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your cheeks, hips rocking forward a little.

Taehyung’s hands smooth down your back, “I haven’t given you a treat for being so brave. Going on the train all by yourself, i’m proud of you, darling” he hums, bouncing the leg you were sat on.

Taehyung can feel your cunt clenching around nothing through his jeans, your hips rutting against his leg like a little puppy. He tangles a hand in your hair, pulling your face out of his neck and he feels his head tip back at the look of your tear streaked cheeks, a little blotchy, your eyes begging Taehyung to defile you.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, baby?” his hands slip between the waist band of your sweats, finger toying with the cute little bow on your underwear.

You nod, thigh twitching as Taehyung eases his hand into your panties. Fingers parting your slit, gathering your wetness before he slicks up your clit.

You fall into him, arms slung over his shoulders as he draws lazy circles on your sensitive pearl.

“Yeah? Did they make you cum?”

“No” you whisper, and Taehyung laughs. A daunting laugh that sends a shiver down your spine.

“That was selfish of them, wasn’t it, darling?” he frowns, and if you weren’t so drunk on the pleasure that consumed your body, you may have noticed how condescending his tone was.

“Let’s take these off, shall we” he pats your behind, smiling as you lift your ass high enough for him to slip both your sweats and panties over your thighs.

His fingers return to your clit, letting you buck your hips up to meet his fingers. You whine when he dips them lower, stimulation suddenly gone, the orgasm that was slowly building dissipating as he nudges the entrance to your cunt.

You roll your hips forward, wad of slick dripping from your hole onto his jeans as you wait for him to push a finger inside of you.

“Taehyungie” you snivel, another wave of pitiful tears glazing your cheeks in saline pearls.

“What, doll? What do you want Taehyungie to do?” he urges, blood flowing south at the way your mouth falls open in a pitiful whine. “I cant do anything if you don’t ask”

You take a hold of his hand, pulling it towards your sodden core, “here, please”

“Yeah?” he asks, sinking a finger into you.

You let out a breathy sigh as he adds a second, using your thighs to bounce on his fingers, you pull your sweater over your breasts, matching little bra on display for Taehyung to see.

“So cute, baby. And all mine” he croons, crooking his fingers, as he leans forward to press a kiss to the swell of your breast, your cheeks heating from the crude squelch your pussy was making.

Taehyung uses his free hand to tug your bra down, watching your cute tits as your bounce over his lap, your knee nudging against his cock.

“Want you to come over my cock, darling” he groans, fingers slipping from wet core.

You unzip his jeans, fingers a little shaky as you help his pull both his pants and boxers off before they’re discarded on the floor somewhere.

It felt wrong. Fucking in the living room where anyone could open the front door and walk in. You might have been a little more worried if you mum wasn’t gone for a couple of days, and you knew your aunt was at work.

You felt a pang of guilt at the thought of your aunt. What would she think if she were to find out.

But Taehyung just wanted to make you feel good. Surely there was nothing wrong with that.

“Up you go” Taehyung helps you straddle both his thighs, hard cock slapping against your leg, coating it in a sheen of his sticky precum.

He holds the shaft, one hand on your thigh to help lower you onto his cock. You whimper as the thick head pops through your entrance, your mouth falling open as a lick of pain shoots up your spine.

You stay with the tip sat inside you, your hips rocking a little to try and adjust to the size.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he shushes when you moan, trying to push in another inch.

Taehyung spits onto two of his fingers, bringing them down to toy with your clit. Your thighs quiver, sinking another inch of his thick cock inside of you. “Almost there, baby”

You pull up until the tip, dropping all the way so your ass meets his thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck, a fresh wave of tears dribbling down your cheeks.

“No need to cry” Taehyung eases his hands down your sides, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he feels your cunt convulse around his length.

“Feels good” you hiccup, “like feeling full”

Taehyung groans at that, hands gripping the meat of your waist, pulling you up his length before he slowly sinks you back down. You moan, breathy and cute and Taehyung wishes he could shove you against the couch and fuck you within an inch of your life but he supposes your first time together could be a little slower.

“Just like that” he praises as you start to bounce on his cock, wetness pooling around the base, coating your own thighs in your own heady arousal.

It was lewd, the noises your pussy were making as you dropped back down onto Taehyung’s dick. He uses the floor as leverage, fucking up into you, making sure his cock was as far into you as he could go.

You cry out, his name the only words you seemed to know as your orgasm slowly starts to build.

Your teeth nip at his neck, saliva painting his skin. “Wanna cum” you whine.

Your breathing stutters when his fingers find your clit, relentless as he flicks the swollen bud. Your thighs start to shake, leaving Taehyung to thrust up into you with all he had.

“Wait—“ you squeak, vulgar moan cutting you off, “feels like i’m gonna pee” you cry, trying to push yourself off Taehyung’s cock. He holds you down, continuing to fuck up into you.

“Just let it go, doll” he groans, head tipped back against the back of the couch.

“No” you cry, “I really have to—“ you’re cut off as you feel what you can only describe as an explosion of wetness leak from your cunt.

Taehyung’s cock slips out of you at the force of it, your thighs shaking as Taehyung holds you to his chest, fingers slowing down their figures of eight on your clit as he helps you ride out your high.

“Well done, baby. You squirted” he soothes, lazy smile on his face as he lines his cock back up with your cunt, “it’s almost over, i’m close” he tells you.

You simply lay slumped against his chest. Hips jutting forward in overstimulation as Taehyung slowly drags his cock through your walls.

“Too much” you try to pull away, only for Taehyung to bring his hand down, a harsh slap on your ass.

You hiccup at that, walls sporadically clenching around his length to bring him to his peak.

Taehyung’s hips stutter, thrusts sloppy as he nears his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch before he’s flooding your cunt with his thick cum, painting your walls white.

You cum again at the feeling as Taehyung continues to rock into you, his dick slipping out of your soiled hole before he’s pushing it back into you again, making sure his cum is as deep as it can go before he keeps you sat on his cock.

He slowly starts to soften inside of you, dick twitching in interest as your cunt continues to clench around his length.

And it’s not long before you’re dozing off, still impaled on his cock as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“My precious girl” he smiles.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #taehyung #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #bts x reader #bts requests #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #bts yandere #bts au #yandere taehyung #our little secret

[dazai-ritualist]

Hii! Hear me out on this, right, Alastor (in your current yandere husband au) has one-on-one bonding with our lovely Noah. (I have a cat named Noah...lowkey imagining him here.) Idk what dads do with kids but for the sake of plot I'm going to call it hunting. Reader is sitting quietly as Noah tells her all about his day in the forest and how he got to see his food before it was his food! She starts thinking that no amount of nurture can overpower someone's nature. Reader doesn't hate her son...but she's just worried and is trying her best, because in her mind, she's still a single mom and always will be. (Rightfully so) Alastor is egging this on and almost trying to get reader to lose it in front of Noah, to prove something. Other things ! Alastor is def not happy with one kid lmao. Seven years is a long age gap...better hurry up! He wants his Emilia....not because his mother is asking for it or anything like it! Speaking of his mother...god rest her soul man...i lowkey would just marry him for her to be my legal mother (in-law). Rip mom...fly high girl... (Ps, can i please hug you platonically, i literally love you and your writing so much. Please remember that you've made so many cool things and will continue to make cool things no matter which path you go. Love you girly (gn), a little more than Alastor's mom) - Charry Anon

WE’RE GONNA FLY AWAY FROM HERE

[before you read this, read the rest of the story!]

— the more and more alastor influences your son, the more he becomes just like his father. but, why stop at just one child?

— i love u i will make MORE yandere alastor bc hes now my fave

you hated this house. no matter how much alastor tried to hide it, the subtle scent of blood reeked from all over this house.

you oh, so desperately wanted to run away— hop on a train all the way to long island. but, it isn’t so simple anymore. you had a son to think of, a son who’s growing scarily closer to his father.

the thought of hurting noah might have never crossed alastor’s mind, but he wasn’t above threatening it to bring you back home. and above all that, you couldn’t leave him alone with this wolf.

and so, you stayed.

“and then, papa told me to stay quiet… and he shot the turkey! papa took me to his butcher room and showed how get the yummy turkey meat! y’know mama, papa has lots of meat in his butcher room.” your son rambled on, kneeling on a stool by the kitchen counter as you prepare for dinner. “lots of meat, you say?” you raised an eyebrow. “…that sounds really fun, baby.” you sighed.

it’s only been a month since he forced you back. and, noah’s already calling alastor ‘papa’. he tainted your sweet boy’s mind— ‘mama lied to you, she wanted to keep you all to herself. she’s really selfish, but then again, i can’t blame her!’

and, you couldn’t protest. if you did, if you broke the rose-tinted filter alastor created— he would hurt you. not physically, alastor is still a ‘gentleman’. he’d hurt you mentally, break your little mind until you can’t do anything but nod your head.

alastor would never strike his hand on noah. after all, deep down, there’s some part of him that’s still in love with you, albeit in his own twisted way. and, noah is apart of you, alastor couldn’t bear to hurt him, not unless he’s misbehaving…

“mama, can we have the turkey we hunted for dinner?!” noah asked excitedly, slamming his hands against the counter over and over again. “sure, baby… but, remember before..? you got in trouble with mr. yee because you released all his chickens…” you asked, quite desperate. this little boy, the one who finds hunting fun. he is nothing like the one who wanted to become vegan after he found out where chicken comes from, despite failing because of his love for chicken burgers.

“yeah, but papa showed me how fun hunting is!” he squealed. at the mention of papa, alastor laughed, carrying noah from behind, tickling his belly as he kissed your little boy’s head. “talking to mama about our little trip, huh?” alastor grinned.

“ah, alastor… dinner will be ready in a half hour.” you glared at him. “no worries, my love. it just means that i have a half hour to play with our beautiful son!” he smugly said. he saw the hatred in your eyes the moment he said ‘our’.

he was trying to make you lose your shit. make you seem like a hysterical woman. that way, if you even tried to divorce him, noah would be left in his care. now that you were older and wiser, you wouldn’t play into his little trap.

“alright, you two have fun.” you begrudgingly smiled. alastor’s eyes widened, showing his shock for just one split second. alastor nudged noah, “go on for a second. papa wants to talk with mama.”

oh god, what now?

once noah left, alastor went behind you, straddling your waist. “what is it, alastor?” you groaned. “i want another child, darling” he whispered against your ear. “i visited my mother with noah last week, she adored him, my love. she said she’d adore a granddaughter this time. she even picked out a name, emilia.” he rambled on. “as much as i love your mother, i don’t want another child, alastor.” you hissed out.

“oh, but it’s not just my mother, dear. little noah also wants a little brother or sister of his own.” at the thought of a little sister for noah, it would keep him busy, away from alastor, wouldn’t it? he’d gain those brotherly instincts that are so reminiscent of the soft hearted boy you raised.

“…alright…” you frowned. alastor’s grip on your hips tightened as he pressed kisses onto your neck. “good girl.” your head leaned back as you melted into his touch. as much as you didn’t want to, the warm sensation of his soft lips on your skin was to die for. “after dinner, darling.” he grinned, finally leaving you alone.

what had you done to be forsaken with this monster?

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[iguana-eyanna]

What They Didn't Know Was Missing

Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.

Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence

It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.

He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.

Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.

You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.

Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.

You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.

"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."

Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.

Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.

"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.

You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.

"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.

"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.

"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.

You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.

"It taste like grass." You said.

"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.

"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.

Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.

"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."

You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.

Pregnant... the word scared you.

You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.

He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.

“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.

You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.

“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.

He softly grabs your wrist and guides you to his lap, holding you still so you won’t leave him.

“You won't abandon them.” Sherlock’s voice rose.

“How can you be sure?” You ask, feeling the hot tears roll your cheeks.

You were given up as a baby, growing in an orphanage. When you were old enough, you ran away and decided to work at a pub when they needed a maid. The owner loved you as their own daughter, so they wrote you in their will to become the next barkeep. But even after your entire journey and becoming a business owner, you felt so incomplete of why your parents gave you up.

“Because you are full of love. You’re able to teach our child how to love, you’ve taught me how to love. There is not one ounce in my body that tells me that you will leave them. And I'm usually right all the time."

You chuckle loudly as you wiped away your tears. Not a lot of people saw this soft side of your husband, and you slightly feel selfish that you want to keep this side of him all to yourself.

You lean into his chest as he holds you closer to him, his hand suddenly resting on your now-showing bump.

"I promise you, I'll be there every second. Even for the birth."

You look at him worried, as it wasn't common practice for the father to be present for the birth. You haven't recovered from the stories from your friends who are midwives.

"Sherlock, I don't think that -"

"My love, I will never let you doubt yourself for one moment. I'm going to be there in your time of need. We'll be alright, trust me." He says, kissing the side of your temple. Sherlock wasn't any conventional man, so you knew his words were true.

You smile up at him as you cuddled closer to one another as you stare down at your abdomen, anticipating the life you're growing.

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"Where is he!?" You screamed as you feel a contraction take control of your body.

"Sherlock's been working on a case since noon." Enola said, trying to support you in your distress.

"Typical, that man." You gritted as you sat on the edge of your bed, feeling the contraction go away.

After Sherlock went out during the day, Enola decided to pop in and say hello. She was going on and on about that Tewkesbury boy and suddenly you felt your water broke. Enola was shocked as well as you were and decided to call for her mother as she had no idea how to deliver a baby.

As on cue, your mother in law comes with hot boiling water and a towel on her shoulder, smiling at you.

"How are we doing dear?" She asks, putting the pail down.

"Like my body is splitting in half." You heaved out, gripping the sheets in your hand.

"It means it's almost time. Let me have a look at your dilation." Eudoria said, kneeling down.

You begin to cry, fearing that your husband was going to miss the birth of your baby.

A hostile knock echos the apartment alongside your moans, and Eudoria orders Enola to send off the person interrupting.

"I'm afraid you have to push, my dear." She said, seeing that you've dilated.

You shake your head, crying.

"I can't do it. Not without Sherlock."

"It will all be alright, we need to get this baby out so you can finally see them. Enola! Come quick, I need you to support your sister!"

Enola comes barging in, looking a bit pale at you.

"Please, don't freak out." She begs you.

You're about to ask what's wrong until Mycroft comes in, trying his best to hold your husband up as he was badly wounded.

"I'm sorry, he saw a sniper a few feet from us. Sherlock tried to push me away, but the bullet..."

You begin to sob, seeing your husband like this.

"Take him to the couch and treat his wound, you're upsetting her." Eudoria commanded, not wanting you to be in hysteria.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not- leaving my wife." Sherlock grunted, knowing the bullet went through some flesh and his pain was manageable.

His mother and brother shared an uneasy look, but after you cry again, Mycroft guided his younger brother to you.

Sherlock held your hand as you squeezed it tight, gritting your teeth as the contractions were doubling.

"You're here." You teared up.

"You know I wouldn't have missed this." Sherlock said, kissing your palm as he crawled behind you so you can rest behind his chest.

"Alright, are you two ready to have your baby here?" Eudoria asks. You look up to Sherlock who smiles at you as you shook your head, anticipating the greatest pain you faced to meet.

The birth was excruciating, and there were moments when you wanted to give up. But Sherlock kept whispering in your ear, urging you to keep pushing. Soon, you welcomed a healthy baby who was crying as loud as a symphony.

Now you were in bed, resting with your baby in your arms as Sherlock returned after saying goodbye to his mother, brother, and sister.

He stands there by the door frame looking at you, smiling at such a heavenly scene.

"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asks, knowing you're beyond tired.

"I feel so at peace, I can't take my eyes off of them." you whispered as they were sound asleep. Sherlock slowly makes his way to you and slips within the sheets.

"I was so unsure of what type of mother I'll be... but seeing them now, I never want to let them go." You said.

You turn to see your husband crying a bit, knowing since the day you found out you were pregnant that you'd be an amazing mother.

"I never doubted for one second."

Your foreheads connected as you breathed in his scent.

"I thought I almost lost you." you said in a low tone.

Sherlock sighs, knowing that any case he'd take would permanently take him away from both of you.

"You'll never lose me, I'll promise both of you that." he whispers.

You both lean in for a kiss and stare down at your baby once more. Two lonely souls found each other and they found what they didn't know was missing: love.

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[sulieykte]

𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 // 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ✧˚ · . 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒗

‣ Pairing: Adult!Neteyam (20) x Fem!Omatikaya Reader (19) ‣ Warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), slight edging kinda, fingering, softdom!Neteyam, creampie, angst, a hint of a praise kink and as always mean Neteyam. ‣ Word Count: 2.3k ‣ A/N: And we're back with another one. This hasn't been proofread because I'm determined to get it out before I have to leave for work for 24 hours, so if you see any mistakes then no you didn't. I'll be back to fix it later. The ending is a little rushed because I actually have an hour before I have to leave I'm sorry bbs. Also I think I tagged everyone that asked, but I apologise if I missed anyone, I'm gonna close the taglist now because it's getting a lot. English is in bold italics all other dialogue is in Na'vi. ‣ Na'vi word bank: tìyawn - love, mons veritasis - largest mountain in the hallelujah mountains, tanhì - bioluminescent freckle, tewng - loincloth

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By the time you had reached your Marui, your body was crippled with exhaustion. The reason for your physical exhaustion was easy to pinpoint, as much as you were trying not to think about it. But you hadn’t been able not to, not even as you lay in your hammock, trying to reconcile what had happened with what you knew to be true until your brain felt numb.

Neteyam hates you. He has always hated you, for as long as you can remember. But what he had done was not something people did out of hate, was it? For certain you had seen it in his eyes and felt it in his touch. What clouded your mind was the four words he had said as you’d separated. We’ll finish this later.

Because surely, he was not mad enough to think that you would do that again.

It had been nothing short of a miracle that Jake hadn’t figured you out once you’d been freed, with Neteyam only thinking to warn you of the mark he’d sucked into your skin a moment before you’d stepped out of the cave, giving you little time to hide it with your hair until you could find a more suitable covering. Jake’s insistence that he checked you over for injuries had presented another challenge but with your assurance that you were fine he left you alone to examine his son instead.

Once he had been happy that you were unharmed, you suspected more by each other than the rocks crumbled around you, he had sent you off with an order to get food and rest. You didn’t argue or wait for your companion before you left for camp.

Sleep had not eluded you for too long as your mind collapsed into your body’s desire.

Larger hands intwine with yours, arms taut above your head against the ground below you. Body taking root in the grass as frantic breaths brush against your ear, the form pressed tightly against yours as you writhe beneath it.

Legs wrapped around his waist, back arching in desperation, needing him deeper. Needing him to put out the fire in your belly as it got devastatingly close to setting you alight. “Please.” You beg, hips meeting at too slow a pace for relief.

“Y/N.” His voice is barely a whisper in your ear.

“Y-Yes.”

“Y/N?” His hands have moved to your shoulders.

“Neteyam.”

The world shakes and you’re tugged from your slumber. Confusion settles in as you open your eyes, finding yourself in a position not entirely dissimilar from the one your subconscious had cooked up. Neteyam released your shoulders, a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Come.” Was all he had to offer you, tugging at your wrist. Your body follows, sleep fighting your movement as you exit your hammock. Sparing a glance across the Marui as you’re leaving, you thankfully find your mothers hammock occupied and unmoving. You would have no idea how to explain why Neteyam of all people was guiding you from your home at such a late hour.

“Where are we going?” You ask once you’re far enough from your mothers ears, still feeling the need to whisper as you passed your neighbours homes. He didn’t bother to give you an answer, his pace quickening as he pulled you past the Ikran pen, towards the lab.

“Neteyam.” You hiss, your annoyance bubbling in your chest at his ignorance. He was the one who dragged you out of bed, out of your dream. A harmless imagination that couldn’t cause any damage the way that its inspiration could. You wanted nothing more than to be curled up back in your hammock and you certainly didn’t want to be yanked to a forgotten corner of camp, lit only by the external lighting of the lab.

“You know what, if you’re not going to answer me, I’m going back to bed.” You move to pull your wrist from his grasp, his hand tightening at your attempts. At least you were back in familiar territory. “Look, I’m not in the mood for- “

“Shut up.” He pulls you around the corner, out of sight of the rest of camp. His hands were surprisingly gentle as he pressed you against the cold metal exterior of the lab, almost distracting you from the irritation you felt for him. Your body shivered at the sensation; the coolness contrasted by the heat radiating from his body. The body once again penetrating your personal space.

“You can’t pull me out of bed with no explanation and then tell me to shut up ‘Teyam.” You meet his eyes, the usual tension missing in his face at the nickname. “Tell me what you want or I’m going back to bed.”

“You know what I want.”

“I really don’t.”

He laughs, his face closing in on yours. The way his breath tickles your ear reminiscent of your disrupted dream and your face flushes at the awareness of the dampness between your legs leftover from your fantasies.

“I told you we were going to finish this later.”

Laughing in his face hadn’t been intentional, but you couldn’t hold it in. He could not be serious. After nineteen years, one mistaken romp in a moment of madness could not have led you to this. As much as your body felt excitement at the thought, the throbbing between your legs ensuring you were very much aware of that, you knew that nothing good could come of allowing this to go any further.

“Don’t act like I didn’t hear you moaning my name in your sleep tìyawn. We both know you want this as much as I do.” Oh Eywa. Was there any coming back from that? No. There wasn’t. A dive from the top of Mons Veritasis more enticing by the second as his eyes bored into you, fangs poking at his bottom lip as he smiled.

“Y-you’re delusional.”

“Mmmm.” His brows raised, faux contemplation on his face as a hand hooked under your thigh, lifting it for better access as he ground into you, his arousal as evident to you as your own. “Maybe I am, but we both know you wouldn’t be here unless you wanted to be.”

Shit.

You knew he was right, you had proven yourself capable of escaping his grasp before. It would be easy to do so again, the distance between yourself and salvation much smaller and his grip on you much lighter. But you don’t move. Not an inch as he grinds himself into you, your resolve crumbling at the friction.

“Tell me you want this.”

But that was too much. You could not admit to that. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes finding it much better to avoid his burning gaze. Hooking your leg around his hip, you pulled him closer, head falling into his chest with a gasp as his length pressed into you through your soaking loincloth.

“Tìyawn.” He growled, finding a firm grasp on your chin, and pulling your face out from its hiding spot, your eyes reluctantly opening to meet his. You take his appearance in. His nostrils flared, chest rising as rapidly as your own. “You have one more chance. Tell me you want this, or I will go.”

As simple as that, you had an escape. You could just tell him you didn’t want this, go back to bed, and pretend that none of this ever happened. No need to admit that you wanted him, Eywa you wanted him.

“I want this.”

Your body is spun around, chest pressed against metal faster than you can register the confession had left your mouth. His hands digging into your hips as he presses into you from behind, “You better stay quiet, wouldn’t want to wake the whole clan.”

Fingers tug at the strings of your loincloth, discarding it with ease and sinking to his knees behind you. You turn to question him, confused about what he’s doing but strong hands pull at your hips and his tongue prodding at your entrance halts any thoughts from transitioning into words.

“Neteyam!” Hands reaching behind you, you try to push the foreign sensation, but one much stronger hand soon has them in its grasp.

“You have to be quiet if you want to come.” He warns before returning to the task at hand, keeping your arms pinned behind your back.

His tongue runs flat along your slit, your cheeks on fire as he spreads your lips with two fingers to take in your glistening folds. “You have to tell me about that dream later.” He teases and dives back in. How he expected you to keep quiet was a mystery, but you did your best, lips tightly pressed together because you knew he would follow through with his threat.

But you manage, even as he devours you like a starved animal the only sounds that permeate the air are the obscene sounds of his tongue lapping at your juices and your stifled cries. When his lips wrap around your aching nub, it’s all you can do to keep your knees from buckling, and you barely notice as he buries two fingers in you until he curls them just right and your vision blurs. And Fuck.

“Fuck.”

Your outburst barely disturbed the night air, and it’s not fucking fair how he pulls his mouth off of you with a light and his fingers slide out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. “It’s not like I didn’t warn you.” He raises to his feet, turning you to face him. Your chest heaves with the as you come down from your impending release and you fix him with a glare.

Once you gain confidence in your ability to walk, you’re resolute in your decision to leave. That is until you notice his face glittering with his tanhì and your juices and your willpower crumbles.

“You think you can be quiet this time?” You nod, swallowing thickly. “Good girl.”

A breath catches in your throat before his lips crash against yours, bruising and urgent. You open your mouth, allowing entrance to his tongue that gives a taste of your own sweetness as it flicks against your own. His hands tapped at the back of your thighs in a silent instruction, and you jump and wrap your legs around him, your lips separating as he hooks a hand under your ass, the other flat against the metal he has you pressed against.

Wasting no time, he frees his erection from his tewng, pushing the fabric to the side for efficiency. He lets out a sharp breath through gritted teeth as he lowers you onto his length, hips meeting as you take all of him in. Your head drops back against the metal, an echoed thunk earning you a warning glower as he begins to move.

The coil in your stomach tightens as he builds his pace, hips snapping against yours mercilessly and you can do nothing more than cling to him. Sanity slipping from your body, your mind goes blank of anything that isn’t Neteyam. And the way his tip slams into your cervix. The sweat dripping from his forehead. His jaw clenching in concentration.

You’re close, body dissolving into his as fucks into you, but you recalled his earlier threat that you couldn’t come unless you were quiet. You’d failed miserably at that, but he’d given you a second chance, right? You were a good girl, and you hadn’t made a sound since.

Daring a whisper, you call out. “’Teyam.” His cock twitches inside of you, and he doesn’t tell you to shut up, so you brave your question. “Can I- Can I come?”

A low growl rumbles from his chest and your heart misses a beat, fearing you had screwed yourself over again. “Come for me Tìyawn.” And you oblige. Legs tightening around him as the tremors of your release rock through your body. You have to bite down on the closest thing you can reach to silence the sounds, teeth clamping onto his shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough it seemed to send him over the edge with you.

His hips jerk as he attempts to maintain his rhythm as he floods you with his seed, your walls convulsing around his length as you milk him dry. You let your head fall back once more, his hand already there to soften the blow before you hit the wall.

As he stills inside you, the silence is filled with your trembling breaths and he pulls his chest away from yours, skin still sticking to skin from the sweat that coated it. He pulls out of you, placing you back on the ground, leaving you empty and dripping. The mix of his essence and yours rolling down your thighs.

“Dad says our punishment is over.”

“What?” He breaks you out of your stupor and you realise he’s already fixed his tewng back into place, not even sparing you a glance as he spoke.

“We’re in the clear, no more clean up duty. He said to let you sleep, he’ll tell you in the morning.” You should be happy at his words, ecstatic at the news that you’d no longer be the entire clan’s maid. But the happiness dies out as you watch him turn and leave.

You nearly cave and call out his name, but you knew what this was before getting into it, had you not? It shouldn’t sting to watch him go, leaving you exposed, his cum soiling your thighs. Finding some comfort in the normalcy of his harshness, you collect your loincloth from the ground, fixing it back on with a grimace as it stuck to your skin, pressing the mix of warm fluids into your sensitive core.

It would not happen again.

You would tell yourself that as many times as it took for you to believe it.

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[perictione00]

Selfish

Ch 1: Surprise!!!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x reader

Warnings: a bit dark and graphic..?

Synopsis: You left the Jujutsu World behind the moment the source of your warmth turned cold. So what happens when you come face to face with that one episode in your life that you wanted to obliterate? Simple, you reap what you sow.

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Malaysia, 2014

It was a tiring day, your period wasn't helping either. You were just itching to get home, take a shower, and order from that new Mexican place your boyfriend had been talking about. It was a Friday, so you were getting excited about the weekend. For some reason, you were feeling so grateful, maybe because your life was finally normal and you were happy. It was all okay until you encountered a young boy in a wheelchair, with a curse engulfing his lower body. A world that you wanted to escape so desperately, somehow never failed to present itself in a situation that made you question your morality. But after everything you had seen, you were way past morality, so you ignored the boy like you did with every other person who needed you.

"Jayden", you called out for your boyfriend as you opened the door to your shared apartment. You assumed, that he wasn't home yet as nobody answered but the familiar cursed energy you sensed said otherwise. You felt dreaded as it wasn't possible, you had dodged every single mistake that could have given away your whereabouts.

"Please no", you prayed as you walked further into the apartment. You froze, as you entered your bedroom. The bed was soaked in blood as the lifeless body of your boyfriend was being violated by a curse. "No, no, no, no, no", tears spilled out of your eyes as you started screaming in denial. It quickly turned into anger as a certain raven-haired man standing in the corner declared his presence, "Surprise!!!". You attacked him with a punch straight to his face and he didn't budge, he didn't dodge the many punches you threw his way while crying your heart out. He did stop you, chuckling, "Aww, don't cry..did you actually love this one? C'mon now, you know you're not capable of that". He started cradling you in a hug, "Now let's get back to business.., remember the traitor who left me?.. yeah, yeah, the one I trusted the most, remember that person?", his hand slid down your hair slowly as he continued, "oh wait, you look a lot like that person..the one who abandoned me".

2005

On New Year's Eve, you told your mum about some weird dreams you were having for the past few days, and of course, being a typical mother, she blamed it on your choices of television series. But you knew it wasn't because of the few Supernatural episodes that you had seen in the span of two months.

From the beginning of time, you were used to seeing terrifying figures randomly, which were avoided at all costs as you were scared of what might turn out if they knew of your existence. However, your parents thought otherwise, resulting in child therapy, which wasn't working yet you pretended it did. You adapted to your surroundings being full of creepy creatures, ignoring them, and trying to live like a normal teenager. That was until the onset of some weird dreams and a malevolent presence under your bed. It was weird, as none of them ever came in close proximity to you. Hence, you started sleeping with your parents again. The nightmares didn't stop; in spite of that, you felt good, safe, and loved, no longer scared.

The peacefulness vanished on the first day of 2006, when you were alone in the house and someone was singing a broken melody. You were petrified as you saw a woman playing a violin emerging from a newborn's skull, singing while rocking to the rhythm in the drawing room, suddenly stopping, turning, and smiling unnaturally at you.

"You would make a beautiful cello."

You bolted as it proceeded to move crookedly in your direction. It was guffawing so loudly that you had to cover your ears. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you called your parents, whispering to them about how much you loved them, until you heard a frightening tune on a piano. The call was disconnected, and the door started melting while you tried to escape from the window you couldn't reach. The room started turning white, and you saw your reflection in the mirror, smiling at you. Your vision blurred as you fell into a slumber.

Waking up, your eyes adjusted to the brightness of a white room. You felt agitated at first, but slowly observing, you saw your parents sitting sadly on a white couch. Thank fuck, it was a hospital room. Their happiness and relief after your recovery from an unexplainable incident couldn't be measured. You were spoiled rotten with love as you woke up after a week of unconsciousness. In the evening of the same day, a bulky man in all black approached your family, discussing something before finally coming to you. He introduced himself as Masamichi Yaga and unfolded the world of Jujutsu sorcerers to you. Though your parents were sure he was a cult member, you felt ecstatic; you weren't crazy after all. With that came many days of convincing, resulting in your parents ultimately agreeing to admit you to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College after checking its legitimacy a thousand more times. They were not ready to let you go, but they came around as you kept insisting with evidence.

On the way to the campus, the tough-looking man turned out to be a total softie who was explaining to you about your unknown technique and appreciating you for exorcising a grade 2 curse without any training. You were dumbfounded, but you were a sucker for praise, so you didn't question him.

After reaching the campus, you were introduced to your classmates, an almost gloomy Kento Nanami, and a total cutie, Yu Haibara. They were great, especially Haibara, who was currently showing you around the campus. After getting a hot drink, you both settled down on a seat. You weren't expecting to get along with anyone on the very first day, but Haibara's just so sweet that anyone can feel comfortable. He showed you your assigned room, and you guys called it a night.

However, later at night, your slumber was disrupted by a growling stomach at 3 in the morning. It was odd timing for a takeout, but you still gave it a shot, ordering a Zaru Soba with cola. You were surprised at how advanced the Tokyo delivery system was, as you got your delivery within 10 minutes. It tasted better than your expectations, and with that, you started brainstorming ideas to decorate your room, which was interrupted by a knock on the door. You ignored it the first time out of caution, but you opened it on the third knock. To your surprise, a literal god stood in front of you, and you didn't know how to react. "Hey..?", you broke the ice with an awkward greeting.

"I think the delivery guy confused our orders because we ordered the same thing, so I'm assuming this is yours", the Greek god said as he offered you your cola.

"Oh yeah, thanks..um..yeah", you were doing a great job continuing the conversation with your five syllables. Before you could close the door and save your ass from embarrassment, the guy asked for your name, and you told him. Shit, now you felt obligated to ask his name, and so you did. "And you are?"

"Geto Suguru"

Ch 2

#geto x reader #jjk angst #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru angst #yandere geto suguru #jjk graphic #jjk dark #jjk pining #mean geto suguru #gojo satoru #kento nanami #anime #jjk #Jujutsu Kaisen #geto suguru x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Carmilla x Rosie - The Devil is a Part-Timer - Headcanon

Carmilla gets trapped on Earth with her daughters and Rosie and Velvette, and they need to pretend to be family so as not to attract any attention among the humans as them being demons until they can return to Hell...

The last thing Carmilla could remember was her arguing with Velvette and Rosie knocking on the door

The Overlord-Meeting had just been over, an exhausting meeting and the main topic had been that weird hotel of Lucifer's disillusioned daughter and the probability of the end of the annual exterminations as a result of Adam's death

With the help of her daughters, Carmilla had been packing up her things, Velvette still sitting in her seat with her feet on the table, engaged in a very heated discussion with Carmilla while she tried to get home as soon as possible

Velvette was convinced that they had to fight back and bring down Heaven now while they still had the chance

Suddenly there had been a knock on the door and Rosie was standing in front of her

When Carmilla opened her eyes, she was lying on her back, damp green grass beneath her and the silhouettes of trees and shadows of skyscrapers above her, the red horizon of Hell had been replaced by a dark blue sky, planes and helicopters imitating shooting stars

The noise of the city was terrible, the volume unbearable, shrill sirens and car horns, she had to cover her ears and when she sat up, she realized that she was sitting on the ground in the middle of a park in a big city

Carmilla was not alone

Less than a meter away from their mother, her daughters lay unconscious in the grass, Rosie found herself on her side under a tree and a good distance away, in the mud on the edge of a small lake, they saw Velvette

"W-What happened?" Slowly Rosie came awake, shaking, her balance faltering, and Carmilla needed to help to her feet before the worried mother could go and check on her daughters

"Where are we?" Rosie also seemed completely overwhelmed by the volume, the bright lights and the sheer size of the city; she and Carmilla had never experienced such centralization and automation in their lifetimes

"We're on Earth..." Velvette tried desperately to rub the mud from her clothes, more concerned about her appearance than the fact that they had somehow escaped Hell and were now trapped on Earth

"Why are we on Earth? We have to go back to Hell!"

"What do we do now?" Velvette asks in confusion as they leave the park and stop in front of a large shop window, all of their images appearing strangely human in the reflection

"We'll blend in," Carmilla concludes. "We look like humans, so we act like humans..."

She has a plan and explains to the group that they need to be as inconspicuous as possible, they need to blend into the everyday life of a normal person as much as possible, they shouldn't attract any attention until they have found a way back to Hell and their first step in implementing their plan is to find a place to stay and food to eat

At the city library, Odette forges the right faked documents for them on a computer while the rest of the group searches for ads for cheap housing in newspapers spread everywhere

Odette chooses the obviously simplest option and makes their group into a family that has just moved here from abroad, Carmilla and Rosie playing married parents and Clara, Odette and Velvette becoming sisters on paper

"I'd also need your name for the records, Miss..." requested their landlady.

"Rosie!"

"Your full name with your surname, please, Miss..." replied their landlady, shaking her head.

"Oh... Please excuse me, my full name is Rosie Carmine! We're married!" Rosie pointed to Carmilla with a proud grin, while Carmilla quickly averted her eyes, desperately trying to hide the blush that was now creeping inevitably into her cheeks. Although Odette had already warned her mother that Rosie would be playing her wife, saying it out loud was another matter that inevitably made Carmilla's heart skip a beat. How was she supposed to get used to sleeping in the same bed with Rosie any time soon?

"You really do have three wonderful daughters!" their landlady enthused as she showed them their tiny apartment, which was a one-bedroom unit with an open kitchen and an adjoining bathroom with a shower.

"Don't get the wrong impression, I'm just adopted!" Velvette interjected.

"We still love her just as much as our other two daughters..." Carmilla pressed through gritted teeth as she pulled Velvette into a halfhearted hug. "Play along..." she hissed lowly as Velvette struggled unsuccessfully in her arms.

Carmilla gets a job at a fast food restaurant to make the money for rent and food. In addition, she enrolls her daughters and Velvette in school to maintain their cover. Rosie stays home most of the time, taking care of the household and her family, while she spends her free time researching on the internet and in the surrounding museums and libraries to find out more about their situation and a possible way to get back to Hell.

Velvette is very less than thrilled that she has to live under the same roof as Carmilla, play their daughter and go back to school.

Even though their cover is indeed very convincing, their every move is watched by agents in black suits and black SUV's, which park in the street and near their apartment more and more frequently as the plot progresses. Carmilla is followed on her way to work, Rosie can't go to the supermarket alone once without agents following her through the aisles and Clara, Odette and Velvette are being tailed at school. Who are these people and what do they want from them? Are they well aware that they are from Hell?

I'm still working on this idea, it's in my WIP's and I'd love to write a full fic about it soon. It's more or less a slow burn Blooming Gun fic playing on Earth, with a lot of pure domestic bliss and fluff and some action (involving some secret demon hunting agents from the government), and Carmilla and Rosie secretly crushing on each other.

Carmilla thinks that Rosie is merely playing her role as her wife very convincingly and doesn't dare to explore her feelings much further, while Rosie desperately tries to give Carmilla the hint without actually having to say the words.

Clara and Odette have long since accepted Rosie as their other parent and are enjoying their second chance to live a semi-normal life outside of Hell with their mothers, more or less accepting Velvette as their sister.

After some time, several conflicts and some heartfelt conversations, Carmilla actually adopts Velvette as her daughter. The turning point in their relationship is a situation at school in which Carmilla takes Velvette's side as her mother and defends her as her daughter.

What do you think of this idea for a fic so far?

Do you have any suggestions or any wishes for scenes or content that I definitely need to include?

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Chapter 01:

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[justapigeonn]

the thing i don't understand when ppl try to defend gray wing's constant bootlicking of clear sky is they'll always bring up the argument 'well DUH they're BROTHERS gray wing would never want to believe that clear sky's a bad person!!' but that entire argument goes out the window when you make them remember that gray wing literally threw hands with clear sky upon discovering he'd exiled their younger brother jagged peak after breaking his leg.

gray wing travels to clear sky's camp to confront him PERSONALLY and when clear sky outright admits that he cast out jagged peak because he was 'weak' and 'no longer useful' to him or the group because of his disability, gray wing's first thought is to get PHYSICALLY VIOLENT with clear sky because he understands how fucked up and selfish his mindset is - and this is only book 1 mind you. he KNOWS that clear sky is willing to abandon those less physically capable than him out of his own selfish interest and physically fights him over it and is still understandably seething over it when he gets home and then we proceed to never reeeally see that side of him towards clear sky again (until one notable scene we'll get to later) even as clear sky gets progressively worse and more violent.

this bit has been discussed time and time again but for the sake of expanding my point - later on in the books when the moor cats come across bumble on the verge of death, gray wing himself and the others hear clear sky sheepishly admit from his own mouth that after finding her alone on his territory starving and desperate, he beat her to the point that she fell unconscious and he left her to her own devices

clear sky severely downplays the situation and claims to only have given her a 'cuff to the ear' but because we've already witnessed him murdering a mother cat over a simple territorial dispute first hand through the eyes of thunder, the likeliness of this being a lie is almost absolute. and what can gray wing do all while bumble is bleeding to death on the ground and turtle tail mourns her? he worries about how clear sky's reputation might be tarnished in the eyes of the moor cats :( as if that wasn't already the case after his wrongful exile of jagged peak and his unnecessarily aggressive and territorial behaviour. all of a sudden keeping clear sky's name squeaky clean is of the utmost importance to him despite him not really caring about about that at all in the previous book and merely standing up for what was right and giving his brother the piece of mind he deserved.

but ok, what happens when gray wing witnesses clear sky murder a cat with his very own eyes? - not just any cat mind you, but an old tribemate and beloved friend/ally of gray wing. surely he'd believe it and act accordingly right?? yeah!.....

....for roughly 5 minutes. even CLEAR SKY HIMSELF appears shocked

later on in the early chapters of the blazing star it's only reinforced

but yeah while that's all the text i can be bothered to sieve through right now, all in all gray wing had like 2 notable moments standing up to clear sky before resorting to being a spineless apologist for him. we KNOW he is capable of standing up to him and gray wing KNOWS what clear sky is capable of and what he's done but then he switches gears for little known reason. there's compassion and then there's sheer stupidity and gray wing repeatedly displays the latter.

i have no problem with gray wing still retaining some level of nostalgia and love towards clear because at the end of the day, yes, they are brothers they grew up together and were at one point exceptionally close, but that doesn't leave him any right to downplay the god awful things he did and protest when others are rightfully hateful towards clear sky.

anyways stan thunder idk why the fandom was always so adamant about casting him to the side and cultivating a rivalry between the two brothers when thunder was always a far superior foil to clear sky in every conceivable way

also p.s. please don't let me stop you from liking gray wing if you want to this is sheerly an over the top rebuttal to a common argument i see used to defend the author's poor writing choices

peace and love ✌️💞

#warrior cats #dotc #wc #warriors #gray wing #clear sky #tw ableism #tw animal death

[portraitofariel]

I came across this brilliant post and it reminded me of a dream I had a while ago about the show’s future. In my dream, Carmy eventually got back together with Claire out of loneliness and a last ditch effort to make it work because he’s too broken to go after Sydney but the relationship falls apart again. The Grand Opening is a success but not enough to generate long term interest that covers overhead, and by the end of the year, The Bear runs out of money. Cicero reluctantly calls it quits, as he can’t keep loaning them money, and there’s also internal problems. The death of Marcus’ mother is so devastating that he steps down to be with his family, Nat has a difficult birth which leaves her out of commission and motherhood is exhausting.

Carmy and Sydney don’t resolve their issues but the flame within keeps going, yet they both run from their feelings even after The Bear closes. In desperate need of a life change, Carm applies to some art schools and actually gets accepted to one in Florence, Italy. Alone and more broken than ever before, he quickly starts a new life in a foreign county—mirroring his choice to leave home for Denmark. The one exception being he doesn’t tell anyone where he is; he occasionally checks in with Sugar but only tells her he’s “somewhere safe” and “not to worry about him”.

Sydney finds herself at a crossroads. She poured everything she had into The Bear and now that’s gone, she goes through a bout of depression. She still loves to cook but her drive wains, leaving her to question what’s next for her. She considers her other passions: writing, sewing, textiles, management—and after a few months of going through the motions, she thinks about maybe stepping away from cooking as well. Emmanuel supports this idea as well and encourages her to try something new, even if it’s just for a little while. He also reiterates that she didn’t fail at The Bear and that she created something truly special, even if only for a while.

Months go by and still not a word from Carmy. She talks to Nat often, even spends time with the baby, but she stopped asking about Carm months ago. She tries to pretend his disappearance doesn’t hurt but she misses him more each day. Why, she doesn’t care to know anymore. He made his choice and now she needs to make her own.

One night while having dinner with Nat and Pete, they talk about plans for the future. Nat tells Syd she remembers that navy sweater with the hand stitched embroidery at the collar and on the sleeve (2x02 ‘SYD’ sweater with green stitching). Syd mentions her love of patterns and fabrics, and she tells them she’s been hand-sewing since middle school. She always liked bespoke items and she wishes she would’ve done more with that particular skill. This segues into a conversation about how Carmy was the one who wasn’t afraid to follow his dreams when he went to Copenhagen and Nat wagers that’s probably where he is now, or back in New York.

Syd shrugs and changes the subject to travel, stating she thought about going back to New York but says it’s not far enough (Sug’s comment about Carmy possibly being there discourages her from going). Nat lightens the mood with a joke, “I don’t think a single Berzatto has been to Italy. Pete and I have always wanted to but with Benny (Benicio—their infant son), its not gonna happen any time soon”. Syd tells she went to Paris once with her dad for her 21st birthday, but always wishes they would’ve taken the train to Milan. The culture, food, fashion, and architecture resonate with her and she always wanted to experience it firsthand. Pete chimes in “You know, there’s a fashion school there: Polimoda. My brother and his girlfriend, Louisa—they live in Florence and she goes there. I can talk to Chris (his brother) and have him email you or something. He’s a nice guy.”

Syd rebuffs the idea at first, thanking him but telling him she’s not sure she’s the “fashionista type” (air-quoting with her fingers). Then Nat interjects “Oh please! Syd, you such a unique style and perspective. You might be surprised just how much you enioy stepping away from the kitchen for a while.”

“Let’s say I entertain the idea. Nat, how would I even pay for this? I mean, yeah I’ve saved up here and there but come on, Florence? I don’t see how I could afford classes and what about housing? It’s a fever dream if I’ve ever heard one.”

“Maybe you could stay with Chris and Louisa. They have a gorgeous house, they send us pictures all the time. Look-” Pete jumps up to get his laptop and shows her the photos.

Now Sydney knows she’s lost, or is drunk, if she’s considering living with strangers in a foreign country. As the night goes on, Pete reaches out to his brother and Syd finds herself dreaming of Italy after they take her home.

Two days later she gets an email from Chris and she can’t believe he contacted her. Over the next week they Skype and discuss how this would work and if she’s a good fit. Chris and Louisa say they heard amazing things about her and her work at The Bear, and they’d love to have her. She’s overwhelmed with emotion that she’s really thinking about going and after she talks to her dad, he’s cautious but amendable. He tells her she has to decide for herself what’s best and that he trusts her to make good choices, especially after her short success at The Bear. But he also tells her not to rush or pour everything into yet another venture.

But truthfully she wants to get away, and forget about how the restaurant for a while. And so after much deliberation, she decides to do it. She figures she’ll get a job cooking part-time to supplement her expenses but focus on being more than a chef. She wants to enjoy herself for once; to live for more than trying to make everything a thing.

A month later she lands in Florence and some time later while out to dinner with Louisa, she nearly passes out when she and Carmy spot each other that night.

#charged and sexy #platonic and messy #carmy x sydney #chefs kiss #syd adamu #sydcarmy #the bear #the bear hulu #you with the dark curls #you with the watercolor eyes #wet hot and sweet #carmy the bear #syd x carmy #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #sydney adamu

[m3l0v3trees]

Sorry if it's short! But busy weeks and weekends are holding me back so I hope you enjoy!<3

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The morning sun, shines down through your one bedroom window. Sunshine beaming at your S/c face as you get up into a sitting position and rub your tired eyes to look at the window getting shine upon the morning sun.

You stretched your body and finally heard those satisfying pop of your bones. You took your towel and walked to your bathroom to shower. After drying up and brushing your teeth, you head to your wardrobe and take out a casual dress. It was a beautiful F/c gradient colour, it had no sleeves, and had a bow behind it. And for your shoes it's the same colour but they doll shoes. To be honest, this was your favourite dress.

You remember that you're supposed to meet your new friend bobby bearhug at the flower field. Excited to meet her again, you quickly got down the stairs and greeted your grandmother and started to eat your breakfast without getting choked on your food.

You quickly washed the dishes and began to get your basket ready. You put some snacks and drinks, books, and a picnic blanket. You began to walk to your door but before you left.

"Grandmother! I'm off to meet up with a friend!" You shouted.

"Alright! Be careful on your way there!" Your grandmother shouted back.

Without hesitation, you quickly ran through the woods to head to the flower field. Excited to meet up with your first ever friend you quickly run till you arrive at the flower field. You saw a red gradient colour and ran towards it knowing who it was.

"Bobby!" You shouted excitedly.

"Huh?" Bobby turned her gaze to you with excitement in her eyes.

You jump towards her and hugged her tightly. This caught the red bear surprise but she giggled and hugged you back.

"Excited much?" Bobby giggled.

"Maybe." You giggled.

You both laughed together enjoying eachothers company and presence. For a whole day, you both would read books, eat snacks, make flower crowns, sky watching, and playing tags with one another. By the time at sunset, you both nod farewell and went home.

This continued for months! Hanging out and having fun with one and another. Days filled with happiness. And days of telling your grandmother all the fun and happiness you had...

But, one rainy night...

Your grandmother fell ill...

Bad illness, you called every doctor in your village. But no luck, every doctors answers are still the same. You weren't ready to be alone without your grandmother. She was like your real mother. You stayed by your grandmother's side day and night. You already explain this to bobby and she understands. Grief is quite paining your heart of happiness.

"Grandmother... Please... Don't leave me!" You cried out. Tears flowing like waterfalls as you desperately plead your grandmother.

"Oh, shush... My little Y/N... Do not cry.. it pains my heart to leave you too.. but fate always leads to an end..." Your grandmother reassure you trying to calm you down. It pains her heart to leave you and seeing your tears flowing down your beautiful F/c eyes.

"Please... Don't leave me..." You cried.

"Oh, I want leave you, my Y/N... I'll always be by your side to protect you and watch over you... I'm so lucky to have you as my granddaughter... Your my little bundle of joy that I could ever ask for..." She reached out for your cheek and caressed it with her weak wirnkled hand.

"I have to join your grandfather now... And I'll tell you everything about you to your grandfather... Just remember I'll always love you on the bottom of my heart..." She smiled warmly as a small tear flow down from her beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you too... Please rest in peace... Grandmother..." You smiled.

With that... Your grandmother slowly passed away. You continue to cry on her bed feeling empty and broken. Your heart pained even more because of the grief you have carried and saved.

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After the burying your grandmother. You went to the flower field as tears continued to flow. You saw Bobby sitting under the tree. You didn't even bother wiping your tears away as you continue to walk forward to where bobby was.

Bobby turned to where you were walking. Upon seeing your crying sad face. She walked over to you. You couldn't hold it in anymore as you jump to her and hug her. She didn't seem bothered by it. She smiled and patted your back.

"Let it out..." She calmly said.

You did as she told you to. You broke down and cried more and more trying to let go of the pain in your heart.

"I miss her s-so much!" You cried as bobby's jacket began to get wet by your tears.

"I know It hurts... So let it out..." She reassured you. She slowly sat down with you on her arms crying.

"I'll be here... To stay with you."

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hello there!! could we maybe get a part 3 with the reader dating Aika and Atsumu finding out? I loved this!!!

(ne) ex-girlfriend (pt 2)

the ex-girlfriend (part 1)

Atsumu hasn’t seen you in years. The last time was when you told his ex-girlfriend she could have him and never came back- that is while he was home. Because when he came back from practice on Tuesday, all your things were gone. He called- at least he tried, but you had already blocked his number. And when he tried to run to Aika with his tail between his legs, he realized she blocked him too. Chase two rabbits lose them both- and that he did. 

He’ll be twenty-four by the time he hears your name again and surprisingly it comes from his brother's lips when he’s visiting home. 

“Yeah, of course, Y/N, wouldn’t miss it. Cool, bye,” Osamu says, hanging up the phone and turning around to walk back behind the counter, jumping when he notices Atsumu right in front of him. “Jeez, what do you want?” he asks, pushing him aside for Atsumu to follow him like a lost puppy.

“Y/N? Were you just talking to Y/N?”

“What about it?”

“Can I-”

“No.”

“You don’t even know-”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I don’t want to be a part of it.”

“Samu please, I love-”

“Don’t you dare try that bullshit on me,” he advises, laughing as he shakes his head. “You are something else, no wonder Y/N left.”

There it is. That sting that comes with the reminder that you were the one to leave. You left and it’s all his fault. He keeps forgetting that. 

He’s twenty-five when he’s reminded again. When he realizes that you seem to only come to the shop when he’s not there. Not as if you’re avoiding him, no. Because he doesn’t deserve the right to see you and he knows he doesn’t, he knows. But still he’s desperate to look into your eyes at least one last time. See you smile like you used to, maybe make you laugh if that’s not too much- it probably but he can’t help but dream. 

A dream is what it feels like when you finally cross paths when he’s twenty-eight. Practice was canceled and he decided to pay his brother a visit at his shop before he heads home. Except when he gets there Osamu is just running out- an emergency errand he needed to take care of and tells Atsumu to wait in his office. He of course doesn’t listen and sits out front, people watching from the glass windows.

 He spots an elderly man walking alone, a mother and her child sharing ice cream, and a couple kissing in the street. They look happy. He remembers when the two of you used to look like that. In fact he one half looks awfully like you, and it’s not until they get closer does he realize, it is you. You and his ex-girlfriend. 

His heart constricts when Aika speaks and you smile bigger than you ever had with him. She must have told a joke, because you laugh, so loud- so joyful it could be heard from miles away. And your eyes, never leave Aika for a second. 

Though his eyes wander, spotting a ring on your finger, and a matching one on hers. He can’t look away. You look happy. You look happier. So happy in fact you don’t even notice his stare and walk away with his ex-girlfriend- now your wife. You used to be able to feel his gaze across a room, but now it’s almost like he doesn’t exist to you. Because he doesn’t. And he knows that now, he knows it all. He knows you left him, he knows it’s his fault, he knows you’re happy without him and he does not deserve to see it. He knows. All too well.

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18, 19, 25 for Holland please! - Pink

@pinkcupboardwitch here you are, under a cut because I cannot stop talking and some of these became mini fics ;)

 18. How do you think they were as a kid?

Constrained and _desperately curious. He can't talk and draw attention to himself in public once his eye turns, because there's only Alox to defend him. He gains this reputation for surliness, but an utter bubbling well of observations as soon as they walk in their door. "I think those were kittens, real _kittens under the food stall. And did you see the fruit? Was that real blueberries Alox did someone really get blueberry seeds from somewhere and make them grow do you remember when Mama said they were sweet, back when there was more spring and she and Papa could get them?"

Just fundamentally the world is wondrous let me clasp every bit of it in my tiny hands— the times, later, when Athos is almost bearable are when he needs a second pair of hands skilled in magic to experiment on something and he's too busy being curious to get in Holland's space and there's a moment when they both get caught up in _oh, magic. the world. what have you can _actually do that _how _astonishing hours spent with magic or the city, alone, with Athos, with someone else, are rare desperately hoarded joys.

But even as a kid, he's _so very sensitive to other people's annoyance: "Sometimes we don't want to see the fucking rainbows when there's no _roof Holland." Goes quiet at the tiniest sign of disinterest or boredom from his conversation partner. If he loved Talya and Vor for _nothing _else he adores them because they're both fundamentally _good with people, and even if they're bored (they're not he's eighteen and twenty-eight respectively and it's fucking endearing how _curious and prone to delight over the slightest thing when he feels safe to emote, he still is, in this world of all places. Vor's family talked about a magpie, all fierce and hoarding and that's Holland to a tee; Talya agrees, even if she doesn't have the words.)

He's very emotionally restrained. When their mother stops coming home, Alox slams doors, shouts, curses, red-eyed and desperate. Holl is so quiet it eventually catches Alox's attention. He's only six brats should cry Alox is twelve and he's crying. But when he goes over, Holland says: "She never comes when you cry. Don't like-" and he rubs his temples and down the bridge of his nose, which Alox guesses means a pounding head and snot everywhere.

When he's happy about something, it's beautiful. The way he laughs or smiles so it fills his entire face or throws himself in a desperate tangle of limbs to hug Alox so tightly over those inherited books Alox can barely breathe. He hugs like that too when Alox has been away on business, as though if he pulls him tight enough against his tiny chest, he can shield him from all the outside dangers even though it's _Alox's fucking job that's his baby brother it makes something twist and break in Alox's chest, the way he wants to protect _everyone.

Like the fucking meat. The day after Alox takes him to his first Kosik execution, there's more meat than usual in the stalls, and it's _cheap. Holland is silent as Alox buys them two large skewers, but when they arrive home, he shakes his head and there's something _hard in that face Alox doesn't think he could move with coaxing or shouting or even a hard shake to snap his brother back to knowing this is the world they live in and you do what you do to sleep full for once.

"Aren't you sick of bloody beets?" he asks just to try. "I am."

"No."

"Have it your way. More for me then."

And Holland turns away, refusing to look until Alox loudly starts shuffling blankets to tell his fool brother it's all gone and Holland scrambles to press close against his back.

(The rare times he cries as an adult, it's at the loss of some moral tether like that—being _so hungry he eats the meat etc. rather than anything physical or even emotional.)

19. The most random ship you've seen with them?

I am going to shamelessly abuse this question to talk about two fics I adore with relationships not so much random as that I would never have sought on my own.

The first is the magnificent @bluecichlid 's Nothing Alike. Through a confluence of circumstances, Holland ends up getting pulled into a mystery plot during the Vortalis years to save Kell's immensely foolish adolescent hide. I _adore this fic to _pieces for a million reasons; Holland's love for Makt; the hints of Holland Vor friendship; that the injustice Arnes perpetrated is never forgotten even as Holland is forced to work with Arnesians; the Holland pov! which is marvelously _judgy and _side-splittingly funny. But for the purposes of this question. There is this friendship between Holland and the captain of the Arnesian guards, sparked off by this exchange:

Isra cleared her throat. “I understood you were here for a purpose, not just to gawk?”

Holland looked at her in surprise, and then something approaching pleasure.  He had not expected to find a worthy adversary here. 

“Nice cuffs,” he said, nodding to the set hanging from her belt.  The runes carved into them matched that of the sword at her side.  Magic dampening .  “Are those for me?  I like the designs.  Good spellwork.”

They continue to frigidly snark at each other, but beneath it, they're both trying very. very hard to be good people and they can't help but notice that beneath all their differences, they have a remarkably similar moral compass.

You have to understand: I'm ordinarily a very "Holland is focused on Makt" human; him finding commonality with Arnes is just. not my usual readerly jam. But these two, as the fic unfolds? I can't explain it without massive spoilers, but *clutches the bond they form* Best unlikely brotp of this fucking fandom.

The second: of all the Holland ships, Kell/Holland--platonic or romantic--is probably the one I seek out least; it goes back to that whole: empathy with Arnes not _usually my jam. But! _fuck there are certain verses where I'm just *swooning in a heap*

There's this one fic!!!! involving Holland and Kell writing epistolary poetry where I tore through the entire rest of the drabble collection like a raccoon in a trashbin whispering "But no! no you can't *leave it there* we need the five plus one where they keep missing one another and then they don't and they _kiss." because in the context of this *particular* verse! the empathy and connection is _so _intense I just shake with awe over the portrayal. Also, FUCK the poetry is so GOOD!

Honorable mention has to go to another of the author's fics, which does the best job I've ever seen showing Kell and Holland finding common ground without _ever forgetting that one is Arnesian and the other Maktahn.

[To the several mutuals with an interest: no, I have not started either the longfic of hers or SKGY saving for when I'm in the right immensely angsty mood but GOD her drabbles are _sublime].

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc? That final confrontation with Kell in ADSOM. Let me preface this by saying I absolutely believe Holland had mild to severe suicidal ideation most of his life (he bleeds pointlessly into a river do I need to say more here?) made substantially worse by the Danes. But look at how _calculating he is all the other times he actively plans to die. The execution: meant to lure Osaron in. Using the Inheritor: meant to do something for someone he is coming to feel some kind of way about, whether it's merely a debt of obligation for the river rescue, or an apology because he didn't know the collar would kill Rhy too, or a genuine desire for some kind of interpersonal relationship doesn't matter: he feels a bond for Kell and so grants him the mercy of not killing Rhy. Going back to White: meant to reawaken his world.

Now, I know all those moments are post Athos's death, but for a dude who talks so much about how he wants to die, when Osaron gives him that choice, his mind _immediately goes back to the person he once was and how he'd wanted to save his world. Which makes me think that was never as deeply buried an ambition as he says. And there's a major difference between feeling like a coward because you "want it to be over" more than anything (perfectly normal feeling, in my very humble opinion when consistently tortured by the Danes for seven fucking years anyone's overriding desire would be to see an _end) and actively planning to die.

What does that bar achieve (other than giving Schwab a body so Kell doesn't have to go into Black?) It doesn't save his world. It doesn't even fulfill the desire he says all feeling had been "distilled: to see Astrid and Athos Dane suffer." I'm very open to being convinced I'm wrong, but from where I sit? All his character motivations fall apart in favor of plot.

ETa: thank you to the brilliant Butterfly whose points in tags made me realize I wasn't clarifying a very necessary canon fact to understand my salt. "Keeps fighting" later in this little brainchild is because Holland _knows from earlier in the book when Lila bashed his head in with a metal bar there are two ways toget out of this fight; he can let Kell kill him, or be unconscious. Thinking long-term, there's a way to take himself off the board long enough to let Kell get to the Danes and not _die. If it weren't for the fact we know! unconsciousness is an antidote to the Soul Seal--and so does Kell *grumbles*, then wht Holland does would make all the sense in the *world*

You wanted to talk about Holland's vengeance: let's talk about Holland ending up in Black London without being ooc.

He keeps fighting Kell until Kell, desperate to get too White and knowing he can't win tries a half-mad trick. Slams the Stone against Holland's chest and demands the Seal _cease. Holland says the Seal can only be ended by death, but Kell knows a secret he doesn't: Vitari is powerful enough to quite literally resurrect people; it defies the rules of magic. Kell's will alone could never overpower Athos, but Vitari? Pure, chaotic magic drawn to Antari? A very different story.

(The effort swamps Kell's veins in black and he might have ceased to exist beyond Vitari's vessel had Holland not broken the fingers Kell clutched around it even as he trembled with something that might emerge as laughter or tears or both if there were only time. "Athos will have woken Astrid when the Seal shattered."

"M-maybe he's dead," Kell murmurs and Holland heals Kell's hand between the laughter he can't keep back at such nonsense.

"You can't be that naive. Astrid is yours and Delilah's. Maybe with both of you, one will survive. Athos is mine. We attack together."

 Later, life blood coating the courtyard beneath him—because if Athos was to suffer the indignity of _dying at the hands of his _pet, he was bringing Holland along—he swears an oath: to walk into Black with Vitari and die, so long as Kell gives his vow that when his brother is king, they will open the doors for his world. Little as he trusts Arnesians—or Kell's vow on their shared Antariness, what other way is there, with Astrid's plan destroyed? Until Osaron promises that he need only rely on his strength, resolve, and willingness to be bound again.

#gaaaaaah you are all sending such fabulous ones they're such a marvelous break from the mad semester #letting myself do one a day because I do have life more's the pity but they will all get answered! #Holland Vosijk #Shades of Magic

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Sins of the Past: Sisters

Summary: A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. And just when Omega thought that there were no pieces of her world left to shatter, she meets a woman claiming to be her sister.

A/N:  Also a big thank you to @ilovecatsandbaking who came up wth a lot of ideas in this chapter!! Xxxxxx

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Omega was sitting in the reception area for Tantiss Gym, waiting for Crosshair's shift to be over. The rest of her brothers had been called to an emergency job by Cid. Fortunately Crosshair finished early that day, so they'd dropped her off at the gym after picking her up from school so that he could take her home later.

Omega couldn't have been sat there for longer than five minutes when she heard someone shout out across the room.

"Are you Omega Se?"

At the call of her name, Omega looked up to see a woman around her brother's age heading straight for her. The woman had just walked out of the chill out area for gym members although in her long white coat and pressed trousers she didn't appear particularly dressed for working out.

Omega had unfortunately had people coo over her before asking if she was Crosshair's little sister (usually because they were trying to flirt with him which eww). But this felt different. For starter's her brother wasn't around for them to try and impress. Plus she tried to avoid using her legal last name whenever possible. So she had no idea why this person would know her surname.

"Why?" Omega replied, hoping that Crosshair would be finished soon.

"My name is Emerie Karr." The woman who was apparently called Emerie said, her words calming stated as though they had been rehearsed. "I am your sister."

And as it had so many previous times in just this year alone, Omega's world view shattered.

Because now that she thought about it, Emerie's skin was a familiar Fett tone of golden brown whilst her sharp eyes had the shape of Nala Se.

Omega staggered backwards but Emerie followed her. Omega glanced towards the reception desk but the receptionist must've been on a break as there was no one there. And as it was three o'clock on a Tuesday there wasn't any other gym goers around either. Omega tried to remember if Auntie Aayla was working that day and wondered if anyone from the exercise room upstairs would hear her if she screamed.

"I tracked down where your brother worked" Emerie continued, her previously calm tone now inching closer to desperation as Omega tried to back away. "But as his last name was Fett, I couldn't be sure if we had the same mother or not without access to his records. So I joined his gym and I've come here every day since hoping that I would run into you!"

Emerie reached out as thigh to cup her face. When suddenly someone stood in front of Omega and shoved the women backwards.

"Get the fuck away from my little sister." Crosshair growled. Omega has never been so glad to see her big brother. She peaked around the back of Crosshair's stance to see Emerie sit herself up to her knees from where she'd been knocked to the floor.

"Please!" Emerie cried, practically begging in front of them. "I'm just trying to find my birth parents!"

"Don't bother." Crosshair warned.

Omega recognised the look her brothers eye that meant he was prepared to do anything to stop Emerie from getting any nearer. But before Omega had the chance to worry about that, her Auntie Aayla appeared standing between them.

"Why don't you take Omega home and I will deal with this?" Aparently having caught the end of their conversation. Although she phrased it as a question, her tone suggested that there was only really one answer.

Omega could the vibrations of anger through Crosshair's skin from where she clutched the back of his shirt.

But she knew that Crosshair knew, that if they stayed her brother would probably end punching Emerie. So Crosshair reluctantly agreed. Plus they were both well aware that despite her appearance, Auntie Aayla was more than capable of handling herself.

Crosshair spun around, placing a still trembling hand on Omega' shoulder and firmly but gently steered her towards the exit.

As they passed through the door, Omega couldn't stop herself from taking a peak over her shoulder.

She watched as Aayla knelt down besides Emerie who's eyes were beginning to spill with tears. And she couldn't help but think of the girl who not so long ago spent her days sitting in front of the letterbox of her old front door, praying for her brothers write back with the words we would love to get to know you.

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #omega #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #emerie karr #Aayla Secura #sins of the past #modern au

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 2

Summary: Dean’s buddy Garth is getting married, and his ex, Lisa, is one of the bridesmaids. In a bid to stop his mother’s worrying and pitiful looks, he tells her he’s dating the girl who works in the office at the garage and that she’s his plus one. Now all he has to do is pray Y/N will go along with it.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Fake Dating

Warnings: Angst, fluff, flirting, idiots in love being idiots

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Fake Dating.  This hasn’t been beta’d. Any mistakes are my own! Text in italics are the lyrics to Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon.

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“Morning, sweetheart, you look pretty today. Did you do something different with your hair?” Dean said from the office door as he casually leaned against its frame.

“What did you do, Winchester?” Y/N asked, not even looking up from the computer, her voice laced with accusation.

“Why do you assume I did something?” Dean’s incredulous tone makes her look up from her monitor.

“You’re right. You only come in here willingly when you’ve done something or want something. I shouldn’t have assumed which,” she smirked at him. “So, if you didn’t do anything… what do you want?”

“That obvious, huh?” Dean questioned, rubbing a hand over his neck.

“Always,” she grinned. “You usually avoid my office at all costs, so I can’t give you more work, so tell me,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “What could you possibly want from me? Is another girl getting too clingy? Does she want more from you than one night? Oh, oh, oh, I got it! Did you pick up another bunny boiler and need me to let her down gently?”

“Hey! That was one…” Dean caved when Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked in disbelief. “Okay, that was three times!” Dean chuckled as he remembered the last time he asked Y/N to pretend to be him when he was desperate to get rid of ‘Stalker Anna,’ as he’d dubbed her. He couldn’t believe it when she’d thanked him for ending things.

“Alright, before you jump right in and say no, please, just… hear me out,” Dean walked over to her desk and sat opposite her. “So, you know my buddy, Garth, right?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, he’s getting married to this really great girl. The problem is that Bess is good friends with my ex, Lisa, and she’s a bridesmaid.”

“Okay… and this has what to do with me exactly?” Y/N asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

“Well, I had dinner at Mom’s yesterday, and she asked about the wedding and how I felt about going alone and seeing Lisa, and I kinda told her I was seeing someone…”

“Dean, if you think I’m gonna set you up with another one of my friends, you are sadly mistaken-” Y/N accused.

“No, that’s not… just listen, please?” Dean’s face was wrought with guilt and desperation, quickly making her frown and give him her full attention. “She got so excited because she’s desperate to have another girl in the family, this one closer to home than Eileen, and when she asked me who, I said the first name that came to mind.”

The guilty look on his face now made perfect sense, and she knew without him saying it what was coming next. Still, she needed to hear him say it. “Dean, who did you tell her you were seeing?” 

“I, uh, told her I was seeing you. Please, don’t get mad at me. Just listen,” Dean was quick to try calming the storm clouds descending over her. “I was going to ask you to be my plus one for the wedding anyway, as a friend, but when Mom asked about Lisa, I just… I saw her look of hurt and pity, and I just couldn’t… I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it, I promise, but I needed to tell you because-”

“Dean, sweetie? You here?” Mary’s voice rang out through reception.

“Your mom’s here?” Y/N whispered, her eyes going comically wide.

“I’ll fix it, okay? Trust me,” Dean mouthed back to her, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“There you are! I hope you aren’t distracting Y/N from her work because you’re dating now!” Mary grinned happily, her tone teasing.

“No more than usual, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled sweetly, trying to hold in her panic. Hearing Dean chuckle made her relax slightly. That simple sound told her she had sounded much more confident than she felt.

“Glad to hear it. Listen, I’ve got some errands to run in town, but I would love it if you could join me for lunch later. I’d like to get to know the woman my son’s been hiding from me for the past few weeks,” Mary said, her smile wide and bright. Genuine. 

“Mom, I-” Dean began but was quickly cut off.

“Sure! We’d love to, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled softly, trying not to laugh at Dean’s eyebrows reaching his hairline in shock.

“Great! And please, call me Mary, sweetie,” she winked. “I’ll see you both at the diner later. Say, at one?”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled as he stood to hug his mother and press a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait! Bye, son. Y/N,” Mary waved her farewell and headed back outside.

“You didn’t need to do that, sweetheart,” Dean said, but his soft features showed how much he appreciated her playing along.

“I know,” Y/N nodded. “But I know how much she worries about you, and I don’t wanna upset her, and I don’t want you going to that wedding alone. Especially when your ex is gonna be there.”

“Really?” Dean sighed with relief.

“Yeah, we’ll do everything we need to do to pretend we’re dating until a little after the wedding, and then we can tell your mom that we’ve decided we’re better as friends or something. What do you think?” Y/N’s voice was soft and full of care, and he knew he owed her big time for this.

“Are you sure? Because if not, I can go to lunch with Mom and tell her the truth. I don’t wanna force you into something you’re uncomfortable with,” Dean’s eyes seemed to beg her to be sure, but she knew he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to.

“Who said you’re forcing me? And who said I’m uncomfortable?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at his question. “Listen, Dean. I’m doing this as your friend. I’ve been in your shoes, remember? At Jo’s wedding in May?” Dean nodded in recollection. “My ex left me because I was holding him back, and he wanted to play the field. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with Jo’s bridesmaid, Bela. 

“He was her plus one and… well, you know how fun that wedding was for me,” she scoffed to emphasise her sarcasm. “My only saving grace was you and Benny keeping a smile on my face and having Donna there to bitch about Rick and Bela with,” Y/N explained with a sad smile.

“That’s right… what was it we were calling him? Rick the prick with the teeny tiny dick!” Dean said, and they both laughed at the memory. And damn if he didn’t love the sound of her laughter.

“Trust me, Dean, I wouldn’t wish what I felt that day on anyone. And the stares… God, they were the worst! So yes, I’ll be your date for the wedding. We’ll fool your mom so she doesn’t worry about you, and only if you’re comfortable with it, I will hug you and kiss you and squeeze you and stare all doe-eyed at you. We’ll make Lisa jealous!” Y/N giggled mischievously.

“I owe you big time for this, sweetheart. Anything you want. Name it. It’s yours!” Dean’s relief and enthusiasm made her laugh.

“Word of advice? Never offer a woman anything she wants, De. Trust me, you never know what she’ll ask of you, and it will not go down well if you say no!”

Dean left her office with a grin, a wink and a skip in his step and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. For now, she decided, she’d ignore the pang in her chest, and the feeling in her stomach that told her pretending to be in love with the guy she was actually in love with was a really fucking bad idea.

Dean straightened his tie for the hundredth time, got out of the Impala and walked up to Y/N’s apartment building. The wedding had snuck up quicker than he’d expected, and he now realised how awful this idea was. He couldn’t remember why he thought it was a good idea to say he was dating Y/N, and he had no idea how he would get through this without his real feelings making themselves known.

Sure, he couldn’t be happier that he’d have someone on his arm when he bumped into his ex for the first time since their split, and that, Dean told himself, was why he’d said he was dating Y/N. The only other reason he could think of for this… stupidity was to have an excuse to see her dressed up and take her out for the night. Spend some time alone with her.

The irony that he could’ve made his life easier by asking her on a date wasn’t lost on him and made him chuckle. He never did anything easy. He was a Winchester, for God’s sake. Easy wasn’t a word in their vocabulary. Dean took a deep breath and knocked on Y/N’s door.

When Y/N opened her door, he felt his jaw drop. She looked stunning. Her hair had been curled and pinned back in a low bun, and the cerulean blue and floral maxi dress skimmed the floor. The split in the skirt showed pale pink, peep-toe heels that matched the flowers on her dress perfectly. She’d gone heavier with her makeup, the natural pale pinks and light browns he usually saw her wear replaced with deeper shades of pink, blending into dark purples and heavier eyeliner and mascara framing her lashes.

“Wow, you look stunning, Y/N,” Dean said with an awed smile adorning his features. 

“Thank you, Dean. You scrub up pretty fine too! I have to say, I never thought I’d see you out of denim and flannel!” she giggled. “Come in for a second, I’ll just grab my purse, and we can go.”

“Sure, take your time, sweetheart. We’ve got plenty of time,” he glanced around the homely apartment. It wasn’t girly by any means; it was warm and calming. The sage green walls, cream carpet, and oak furniture gave the living room a country house feel. Walking to the sideboard, he smiled at the framed photographs of family and friends proudly resting there. Y/N had a beautiful smile, and it was even more evident in the candid shots she’d chosen to frame.

“Ready?” Dean asked as she stopped beside him, flashing him one of those breath-taking smiles she had. He held his arm out for her to take and led them to the door. If there was one thing his parents had instilled in him since he was a young boy, it was to always be a gentleman in the company of a lady.

He waited patiently by her side as she locked up and let her hook her arm with his again as they journeyed to his car. He slowed his pace to ensure she could keep up in her heels and held every door open for her.

Taking her hand, he helped her get into Baby. He waited patiently while she made herself comfortable, concealing the view of her fixing and straightening her dress before sitting back on the aged leather seats. “You good?” Dean questioned softly, winking at her smile and nod of agreement before he checked none of the material of her dress was hanging out the door and closed it.

He walked around the back of the car and opened the driver’s door, sliding seamlessly into the vehicle. He put the car in drive, headed out of the parking spot, and took the road to the country club.

The ceremony was beautiful, and the bride was stunning, as were the bridesmaids. Y/N had noticed Lisa eyeing her and Dean several times through it. She didn’t think Dean had seen; if he did, he didn’t react. Y/N did, though. She couldn’t help herself. She knew what Lisa had done to him, and it made her feel sick whenever she looked over at the brunette. Keeping someone around because they love you and are a good father figure and role model to your child, knowing full well you don’t share their feelings, was wrong on so many levels.

Dean was better off without that toxicity in his life. He was such a good man and didn’t deserve to have been used like that for so long. It broke Y/N’s heart. Lisa wasn’t being subtle either, trying to catch his eye, no doubt to throw him a perfect smile. We’ll see about that! Y/N thought as she moved closer to Dean and slid her arm up his back, rubbing his shoulder blades gently and laying her head lightly on his shoulder. Lisa frowned for a split second before she checked herself and smiled again.

Dean loved the attention Y/N was giving him, glad that she would give her all to this fake relationship to fool the room full of his friends. He glanced down at her, noticing the soft smile resting over her features as she watched the bride and groom say their vows to each other. He nudged his shoulder slightly, getting her attention. Y/N lifted her head from its perch on him and looked up, smiling wider. He couldn’t resist and threw caution to the wind as he leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers.

He kept the exchange brief, knowing it wasn’t the appropriate time for more than a peck. Still, as Y/N smiled wider and returned her gaze to the bride and groom, he kissed her hair softly and put his hand on her thigh, wishing with everything in him that this was all real.

Dean glanced up at Lisa and noticed she now had a furrowed brow. He wondered if Y/N knew Lisa had been trying to catch his attention, and that’s why she’d done what she did, or if it was the romantic setting they found themselves in that had that effect. He’d have to ask her later.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!” The officiant declared. All the guests stood and erupted in rapturous applause and whoops, showing their love and appreciation for the newlywed couple. Y/N was quick to loop her arm through his before she continued to applaud as the happy couple walked back down the aisle.

If either of them had seen Lisa walking down the aisle, they didn’t acknowledge it as Y/N’s hand slid down his forearm and clasped it with his. Once again, Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her, this one lasting a little longer while remaining appropriate. If they’d seen her, they’d have seen the sad torment cross her features as she saw them together and realised this was something she couldn’t get between. They were clearly in love with one another, and that was something Lisa would never be able to compete with. Nor did she deserve a second chance with Dean after what she’d put him through.

The guests mingled, taking advantage of the free bar while the wedding party took photographs. Y/N slipped off to use the restroom and freshen up her makeup, wanting to make sure she played her part as Dean’s girlfriend perfectly.

“Hey, Dean,” Lisa said, interrupting his thoughts and making a chill run down his spine.

“Lisa. How are you?” he asked to be polite, although he was glad this was happening now and not when he had more to drink.

“Uhm, I’m good, thanks. You?” Lisa asked with a sad smile.

“I’m great!” he smiled genuinely. Today that was true. He did feel great, but he knew it was because Y/N was on his arm for the day.

“So, you and the hot girl from the garage, huh?” Lisa smirked, but Dean saw the sadness behind her eyes. He was long past caring about her and her feelings. In fact, he felt a sense of pride that Lisa was the one who seemed to be holding onto a smouldering flame.

“Y/N, yeah. She’s amazing!” Dean responded, a softness coming over him that Lisa had never seen in him.

“Are you happy?” Lisa asked, already knowing the answer and cursing herself for torturing herself further. It was clear from a million miles away that he was happier than anyone had ever seen him.

“Yeah, I am,” Dean said, smiling brighter than the sun as Y/N appeared by his side and slid her hand up his back, rubbing comforting circles over his tense muscles, telling him she was right there. She’s got his back. She’s got him.

“Y/N, you remember Lisa? Lisa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Dean reintroduced the pair.

“Hey Lisa, it’s nice to see you again!” Y/N smiled and held her hand out to the bridesmaid. Lisa’s brow furrowed as she tried to remember when they’d met before. “How’s your son doing? Ben, right?”

“Uh yeah, he’s doing good. Thanks for asking,” Lisa was genuinely touched she’d asked, especially as she couldn’t remember being formally introduced to Y/N before. Then again, she never took much interest in Dean’s life or the people in it.

“Lisa! Come on, the photographer needs us!” Another bridesmaid called over to her, and she turned back to Dean and Y/N.

“Sorry, I have to go, but it was great to see you both again,” she smiled and excused herself.

“Well, that went… well?” Dean looked down at Y/N, and the relief on his face was as evident on his face as it was when his shoulders slumped and relaxed.

“Yeah, it did. I don’t think she remembers me, though,” Y/N chuckled. “I mean, I only met her what, like five or six times?”

“Yeah, well. Lisa always was a little self-centred. Anyway, I need a drink. What’s your poison?” Dean grinned at her.

“A big glass of wine,” Y/N hummed. “Like a really big one!” she and Dean laughed as he put his arm around her waist and led her to the bar to get their drinks.

“Not this again!” Y/N chuckled incredulously. “Why is everything with guys about the size of their dicks?”

“Hey, I’m being a good friend here asking if he took care of your… needs, but by your defensiveness, I’m gonna guess no. Ricky with the little pricky didn’t know how to satisfy you.”

“You really hate him, don’t you?” Y/N tilted her head in curiosity.

“He hurt you! You’re my friend, and I’ve got your back, always. So yeah, I hate him,” Dean defended her. “You don’t?”

“Honestly, he’s not worth the energy. When I think about things… like really think about them, we weren’t well suited. And you’re right, Dean,” she giggled. “Rick is a prick with a teeny tiny dick who doesn’t know how to drive that stick!”

Dear Lord, I’ve gotta ease off the wine! Y/N thought as she burst into laughter at her awful attempt at poetry.

Dean threw his whole body into his laugh. His head reared back, he stamped his foot and slapped his thigh, the other arm clutching his stomach. “Oh man,” he said when he finally calmed down. “I knew it! He just gives off that vibe, you know? Overcompensating all the time.”

She hid her amused smirk behind the wine glass and took a drink. “Seriously, Y/N/N,” Dean’s tone was serious now, and she turned to give him her full attention. “If you ever need some help, I’m available,” he grinned and pumped his eyebrows cockily.

Y/N choked on her wine, making Dean slap her back. “Hey, I’m kidding, sweetheart! Don’t go dying on me!” Dean chuckled.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that!” Y/N laughed once she’d stopped coughing.

“So, it wasn’t the thought of sleeping with me that made you almost choke to death?” he smirked, trying to act cool about it, but he needed to know.

“God, no! I just wasn’t expecting you to offer your… services to me, that’s all,” she said with a shrug, and Dean felt more relief than he probably had a right to.

The band began playing the opening cords of REO’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and a small smile settled on her lips. Dean knew she loved this song. God knows why, but she did, and to see that beautiful, subtle gleam of happiness come over her was stunning. Before he knew what he was doing, he stood and held his hand out to her.

“May I have this dance?” Dean asked with the brightest, most charming grin he could give her. 

“Really?” Y/N asked in disbelief, her eyes narrowing when he nodded his head. “You want to dance to REO Speedwagon? I thought you hated them?”

“Ah, this song isn’t so bad. And I know you love it, so… do you wanna?” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal. The corners of his lips curved when her eyes lit up when she nodded her head and put her small hand in his, letting him lead her to the dancefloor.

Dean’s arms slid around her waist and gently pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. Y/N’s arms circled his shoulders, and she rested her head on his chest as he began to sway them around the dancefloor.

I can’t fight this feeling any longer And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear ‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

A content sigh escapes her unchecked, and she feels Dean’s voice rumble through his chest before she hears it. “You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asks her quietly.

“Yeah, I'm good, Dean.” she smiled, loving the feeling of being in his arms, and Jesus, does he smell good! Her smile widened when she felt Dean’s lips on her hair.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“If this was part of your plan to make Lisa jealous, I think it’s working!” Y/N giggled. “She looks like she wants to kill me… or you. I can’t tell who she’s glaring at!”

“Oh, it’s me, sweetheart. No doubt about that!” Dean chuckled. “I always told her I don’t dance, and I don’t…”

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I’ve been running ‘round in circles in my mind And it always seems that I’m following you, girl ‘Cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find

“What?” Y/N asked as she moved her head off his chest to look into his sparkling emerald eyes. “Then why are you dancing with me?” she frowned, and he smiled at how cute she was.

“I already told you. I know you love this song, and we’re at a wedding and I just… want you to have a good time, is all,” Dean responded quietly, but he pulled her in closer to him and held her just a little bit tighter.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“So, it’s not to make Lisa jealous?” Y/N was confused, and again, Dean couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.

“Honestly, sweetheart? I forgot she was even here,” Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. It remained a closed-mouth kiss, much to her disappointment, but in no way did it feel forced, and hope bloomed in her chest that, just maybe, Dean did have feelings for her.

‘Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

“Thank you for this, seriously. I would’ve been miserable and would probably either be blind drunk or have left by now if it wasn’t for you. I don’t deserve a friend like you, sweetheart. I really do owe you one,” Dean smiled and leaned down to place a sweet peck on her forehead.

Y/N’s smile dropped as his words sank in, and disappointment settled in her stomach. He still only saw her as a friend. She’d tried not to get her hopes up that this might turn into something real, but as the day went on, she started to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about her.

Once again, she reminded herself she wasn’t his type, and they’d never be more than friends. One look at Lisa confirmed that. She knew he’d go looking for someone to spend the night with as soon as he dropped her home tonight because she probably wasn’t even good enough to be his one-night stand.

Part Three >>

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Lapis

Rated X \ 1913 words \ posted on AO3

It’s a Sunday. She’s post Mass and brunch with her mother, still in her church dress as she putters around her apartment. Lapis blue, the sales girl had called it, paired with a white cotton bra and panties. Good, modest church clothes. Her mother had said she looked lovely. 

She’s almost called him half a dozen times, even picked up the receiver once or twice before setting it back down. It’s been less than twelve hours since she slipped out of his apartment under the cover of darkness, her lips swollen from his kisses and the insides of her thighs stinging from the scrape of his stubble. The gusset of her panties is still damp from the trickle of his cum, and yet it’s all she can think about. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers. The steely press of his erection against her belly when he pulls her close. She’s overwhelmed by how desperately she wants him, how persistently. 

She’d intended on taking things slow, wading incrementally from the bone-dry shore of their carefully platonic relationship into deeper waters. Toes, and then ankles, and then knees. Pausing to adjust, to decide whether to continue out further. She remembers the first brush of water over her skin in the form of a searing kiss, and her surprise that there was no shock of cold to recoil from. Suddenly she found herself submerged, drowning in the smell of his skin and the feeling of his weight on top of her. She doesn’t know which end is up, in which direction she should swim to break through the surface for air. But even more concerning is the fact that she can’t even bring herself to try. 

She picks up the phone again, her finger poised over speed dial 1. She feels her heart beating between her thighs, a hunger that can’t be satiated by food or drink. She presses the button and brings the phone to her ear, closing her eyes against her own shame. 

This is Fox Mulder, leave a message and I’ll try to get back—

She hangs up, her cheeks flaming with relief that he hadn’t answered. She’s not even sure what she would have said if he’d picked up. 

Hi Mulder, I was just wondering if you could swing by on your way home from the gym and fuck me, if you’re not terribly busy.

Mulder, it’s me. I know you made me come twice last night, but apparently I’m insatiable, so could I trouble you for one more before the work week starts?

Pathetic.

She decides that her vibrator will have to suffice. She strips off her panties and lies down on her bed, letting the dress pool around her hips as she switches it on. It rumbles to life, rattling against her fingertips and mocking her with its rubbery exterior. She thinks of the smooth, velvety skin of Mulder’s cock, and the thought alone is enough to send her hand between her thighs. She sighs and wriggles, finding the sweet spot while her mind wanders over the handful of encounters they’ve had thus far. Straddling him on his couch, the stretch of his cock nearly splitting her in two as she lowered herself onto him. Slipping her hand down the front of his sweatpants while they pretended to watch a movie at her apartment. His mouth on her cunt, the stuttering flick of his tongue making her breath catch in her throat. She arches up off the bed, frustrated at how insufficient this is. In all the years she touched herself while imagining it was him, she never had the real thing to compare it to. Now that she does, she wonders if she’ll ever truly enjoy masturbating again. 

The phone rings, but she ignores it. 

This is Dana Scully, I’m not here right now, please leave a—

The caller hangs up without leaving a message. Within seconds, her cell phone begins to ring from the kitchen. She groans in frustration and turns off the vibrator, leaving it on the bed as she rushes out to catch the call before it goes to voicemail. 

Incoming call from Fox Mulder. 

Her heart leaps, and she feels a bit like she’s been caught in the act. She clears her throat and answers, attempting to put on an entirely neutral, casual tone. 

“Scully.”

“Hey, Scully, it’s me.”

She smiles reflexively at the sound of his voice, leaning against the kitchen counter with both hands cupped around the phone like it’s midnight and her mother might hear her. 

“Hey, Mulder, what’s up?”

He sighs. 

“Nothing. Just wondering what you were up to.”

Her eyes flash towards her open bedroom door. 

“Um, nothing. Just…running errands,” she lies. 

“Sounds like you’re busy,” he says, disappointment in his voice. “Sorry to bug you, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“I’m not busy,” she says quickly, straightening up. “Did you need something?”

There’s a heavy pause. She can feel the weight of what he’s not saying coming through the line, and she presses the phone more firmly against her ear as though she can make it out if she just listens hard enough.

“I was just—” he starts, then a frustrated sigh hisses in her ear. 

“What is it?” she asks, on the edge of her metaphorical seat. 

She hears a soft thunk against her front door, and a half a second later a matching one sounds gently through the phone. 

“It’s nothing, nevermind,” he tells her, and her eyes widen as she recognizes the muffled sound of his voice in her hallway. 

Holding the phone to her ear with one hand, she walks to the door and quickly disengages the deadbolt, then pulls it open. Mulder stumbles forward head first, dropping his cell and nearly knocking her over as he attempts to regain his balance. Scully steps around him and closes the door, then leans against it, watching him intently.

He’s sheepish, his mouth smiling while his eyes give away the embarrassed cringe behind it. She takes in his fitted jeans, snug white T-shirt, freshly showered hair. She pulls in a deep breath, catching hints of his deodorant. 

“I thought you were running errands?” he asks, quirking his head. 

Her mouth falls open and her face grows hot, and she looks at the floor. 

She hears his footsteps as he approaches, and she lifts her head to look at him. He’s smiling shyly, and she can’t help but return it. He touches her waist and her hands go to his shoulders reflexively. 

“I just wanted to see you,” he admits. “But I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.” She lifts her eyebrows, and he chuckles. “Crazier than you already thought, anyway.”

She nods, licks her lips. She could just leave it there, let him think that he’s the only one who’s been hovering by the phone all day. But she’s already seen a sliver of what it looks like to truly open herself up to him, and it’s only made her crave more of it. 

“I picked up the phone to call you about a dozen times today,” she says bashfully, twisting her mouth to the side. 

Mulder shakes his head slowly back and forth, his smile becoming playful. Impish. Confident. 

“What have we gotten ourselves into?” he asks, his hands sliding down to her hips. 

She leans into him, pushing up on to her tiptoes as he cranes down and their lips connect. She sighs with relief, humming and sucking at his mouth, arching her back when his hands run down the sides of her thighs. He finds the hem of her dress, gathering it in his fists until his palms are on her bare ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling her close. 

“No panties?” he asks breathlessly, stooping down and hoisting her up into his arms. 

Her legs wrap around his hips, her hands in his hair as he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on top of the comforter and pushes her dress up to her waist, meeting her eye briefly to ask for consent before he drops to his knees and buries his face in her cunt. 

She whimpers, scratching at his scalp and biting her lip in an attempt to hold back. He stuffs his tongue inside her then drags it up over her clit, and she could cry over how good it feels. She’s lost again, swept along the ocean floor by the push and pull of impossibly strong currents, no longer resisting. She feels his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, the rough scrape of his chin against her perineum when he opens his jaw. The intimacy of it all—the full light of afternoon, her legs spread open wide, his eyes flashing up to look at her face when a moan escapes her lips—feels terrifying and exhilarating. When he slips two fingers inside, she breaks.

All her carefully curated restraint falls away as the bright light of orgasm blinds her to self-consciousness. She cries out, clamping her thighs against his ears and cradling the back of his head in her hands. The most willing prisoner, he continues to lick and suck and finger her steadily, slowing only when she does. Crashing waves become powerful swells, fading to the gentle lap of dopamine and oxytocin that leaves her sated and sleepy.  

When time and space come back to her, he is dropping soft kisses along the creases of her legs, the insides of her thighs, the smooth skin of her lower belly. A flood of emotion swells in her chest, making her eyes burn. It’s not that she’s missed this, in all those years of inadvertent celibacy, but that she’s never known it at all. To be so adored, so doted upon, her pleasure the top priority rather than a begrudging afterthought. He’s far from perfect, but sometimes he gets it so right she can’t help but be grateful that somehow they found their way to one another. 

She touches his shoulder and he looks up, returning her smile. She beckons him to her with the slightest tilt of her head, and he crawls up the bed to lay beside her. He tugs the skirt of her dress down, smoothing the fabric over her belly, and his hand finally comes to rest on her waist. 

“I like this dress,” he says, his eyes wandering up to her face. “You look nice.”

She smiles, amused by their persistently odd order of operations. Trusting each other before they’d even had a chance to become friends. Falling in love before they shared their first kiss. The slick of her pussy is still glistening on his lips, and he’s just getting around to complimenting her outfit. 

“Thanks,” she says demurely, then follows his eye up to the head of the bed. 

There sits her abandoned vibrator, just beneath her pillow. Somehow, she manages to feel embarrassed, even in light of what they’ve just done. 

He gives her a questioning look, and she shrugs. 

“Guess you got here just in time,” she says bashfully, and his smile broadens. 

She reaches for his belt, though she knows that he’s not expecting reciprocation. It’s the lack of obligation, the knowledge that he drove across town and made her come because he wanted to, not as a means to an end, that makes him so endlessly desirable. 

He peels her dress off over her head, lapis blue fluttering to the floor.

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