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fannyspammy · 11 months

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Third Row Back

Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho & y/n get freaky during a celebration (+ a little Newt x y/n tease)

Warnings: PWP, public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink (cuz y’all know Minho would have one), exhibitionism/voyeurism

A/N: writing for minho made me miss my fav sassy glader so here is smt spicy with him. also y/n is a freak. that is it.

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It was dark apart from the warm glow of the bonfire, and even that illuminated only so much. By the third row of logs, you’d barely be visible— those sitting in the front row would get all the light. Which was perfect for what Minho had planned for y/n.

Y/n sat comfortably between his legs in that convenient third row, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His fingers played with the hem of her short skirt, one she’d made herself for occasions such as this.

Minho whispered against her neck, “I love this skirt on you. You should wear it more.”

Y/n laughed. “You want me to wear this around the Glade while you’re off running around the maze all day?”

“Okay, maybe not.” He planted a kiss on her neck. “You cold, babe?” Minho asked in her ear.

Before even hearing y/n’s response he reached into a bag he’d placed behind him, pulling out a large blanket. The blanket could easily fit three under it, so it wrapped around them no problem, a good portion of it dragging onto the ground.

The first round of Gally’s brew came around, and soon all the other Gladers were drunk. Soon everyone was inebriated, & wrestling matches began in the firelight. Minho saw his opportunity.

He placed wet, open kisses on y/n’s neck, and she threw her head back to give more access. Sucking on her sweet spot, he took both breasts into his hands and massaged them gently, playing with her nipples every so often.

Y/n bit her lip to stifle her moans. “Minho, everyone is around.”

“Don’t worry babe, it’s so dark you can barely see us back here, everyone is drunk & focused on what’s happening around the fire, & you’re fully covered by the blanket.” He bit down on her skin and sucked hard.

“You thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” he smirked against the bruise that was forming where he sucked her.

Minho slid his hands down her abdomen to her core. With one hand he parted her folds to give more access to her clit, and with the other he began to stroke slowly, softly touching the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/n’s breath hitched at the sensation, the feel of his touch amidst the party almost overwhelming her senses.

The boy slowly dragged his finger lower, dipping slightly into her entrance. Y/n felt his cock harden against her lower back as he felt how wet she already was for him.

“Turn to me,” he commanded.

Y/n obeyed, turning her head to meet his. He enveloped her in a passionate kiss, tongues wrestling for dominance. His fingers continued their work on her clit, rubbing firmly, and y/n moaned into the kiss, doing her best to keep her volume at a minimum.

There was a lot of noise around them, with all the shouts & hollers & conversations going on, so she wouldn’t have to be fully silent.

As Minho quickened the pace y/n instinctively opened her legs, hooking them behind his calves. As his access widened, Minho brought his other hand to her soaking entrance, sliding two fingers in with little resistance. Y/n arched her back as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot.

“Mm, Minho,” she whispered, calling his name as loudly as she could without drawing attention.

Pumping in and out of her, y/n rolled her hips lightly against his hands, creating as much friction as she could with little movement.

Y/n laid her head back against his shoulder, panting through the pleasure. She watched the boys dancing by the fire, and the groups having conversations. The thought of any of them catching the graphic scene playing in the shadows at any moment excited her, and she rolled her hips harder.

Panting through light moans, she cried his name again. “Mm, Minho.. oh- yes, yes baby, yes.”

“You’re so fucking hot babe.” Minho added a third finger and rubbed her clit harder. From there it only took about five minutes before y/n came undone. She continued her faint moans as he pleasured her through her high, the blanket beginning to slide down her shoulders.

When she finished she pulled the blanket back up with a satisfied sigh. Minho brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the juice off of them, murmuring about how he loved her taste.

Then, the crowd stood up and gathered tighter around the fire, entranced by an intense wrestling match between the latest greenie & one of the other boys. Y/n saw an opportunity.

She quickly turned herself around so she was straddling Minho, keeping the blanket covering as much as she could. As she undid the button of his pants the boy raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing babe?”

“It’s your turn,” she said simply, freeing his hard cock from his underwear. “They’re all distracted right now. But if they catch us… then they can watch.” She smirked seductively, lowering herself onto his length.

Minho groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out, and y/n wasted no time. She rode him steadily, moaning louder this time, matching the volume of the crowd. Quickening her pace, Minho grabbed her ass to support her, helping her deepen her thrusts.

“Ooh, yes baby, just like that. You ride daddy’s dick so well,” he whispered into her ear, sticking his tongue in afterwards and exploring.

“Ooh M-Minho.. oh, yes.. I love how you feel inside me,” she increased her speed again, squeezing her walls against his length. “Oh, daddy, you feel so good! Mm, I love taking your big, fat cock in my tight pussy.”

Minho began to thrust his hips into her harder, keeping one hand on her lower back and the other on the log to steady himself. He panted his words.

“Yeah? You like that? You like taking daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

The blanket was at their waists now, barely covering where their bodies became one.

“Yes! Oh, yes, daddy, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Y/n came for the second time, and Minho followed shortly after. They rode each other through their highs, calling each other’s names as they did, not even caring who heard them.

She slowly pulled herself off of Minho, a mixture of their juices spilling out of her as she turned around to sit with her back against his chest again.

They scanned the scene. The wrestling match was still going, seemingly at its own climax, and the Gladers cheered as the greenie gained dominance.

So no one saw, y/n thought to herself. She hated to admit it, but a part of her wished someone had.

Then, the fire roared stronger for just a second, and in the flash of light, a couple dozen feet away, in the third row of sitting logs, y/n saw him.

Newt sat alone, eyes closed with head thrown back, vigorously pumping his hard length, his lips parted as he moaned and panted in solitude. She couldn’t him, but she could read her name on his lips.

Y/n.

As he levelled his head his eyes opened & met hers.

She smirked at him knowingly, and then turned to kiss Minho, making sure Newt could see how her tongue slipped into his mouth. Dropping the blanket, y/n palmed Minho through his pants. Y/n continued kissing him with one eye open, only pulling away when she saw Newt finish.

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woso-dreamzzz · 24 days

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Torn III

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: You're still sick

Mommy doesn't get you dressed properly the next day.

She lets you stay in your pyjamas because you're sick. She's sick too but not as sick as you.

Mom, of course, still has her hurt knee but she's the only one not sick in the entire house.

Your head pounds and your nose remains stuffy even as you play with your dinosaur toys, making them attack each other because they're in a war and that's what things do in a war. They fight.

"Open," Mommy says and you firmly clamp your teeth together," Chook, I'm not joking. Open."

She's got a syringe full of medicine in her hands and you refuse to open your mouth.

You've never had good tasting medicine before and you refuse to believe that Mommy's gone out and bought some.

You keep your mouth shut.

"Chook," She says sternly," This will make you feel better."

You sniff, wiping your nose on your shirt and shake your head. You know if you talk, Mommy's going to dose you up so you settle on just glaring, puffing out your cheeks to show her that you're wise to her tricks.

"Chook," She says again," We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're taking your medicine."

"Chook," Mom says from the sofa," Come here."

Warily, you skirt around Mommy and run over to Mom, who lifts you up to sit next to her. Immediately, she attacks your sides with tickles and you can't keep your mouth closed anymore, opening it to let out peals of giggles.

Mommy squirts the medicine down your throat and Mom's ticklish hands disappear.

You glare, eyebrows drawing together in outrage. "That was mean!" You say," You cheated!"

Mommy laughs, ruffling your hair. "It was sneaky," She says," Not cheating. You'll feel better soon."

You huff but know she's right, shuffling off the sofa to return to your toys.

Helen joins you, curling up next to your side. Her ear flicks a few times as you continue your dino war. You have to blow your nose a few times because it gets clogged but Mommy is right because the churning of your stomach settles and your head no longer feels like it does when you bang it on a wall by accident.

"What do you want to watch?" Sam asks, channel surfing as she keeps one eye on you playing with Helen.

Kristie sighs. She doesn't look as bad as you did but it's still clear she's sick. She's got a bit of a fever and the end of her nose is all red. "Something that requires me to not think," She groans, massaging her temples to stem off the headache. She's only recently taken her own painkillers so she has a bit of wait until they kick in.

"So trash reality tv?" Sam teases and Kristie whacks her with a pillow.

You're playing nicely on the rug with Helen and your dinosaurs despite how ill you are.

Maybe eating all that dirt gave you a stronger immune system than Kristie thought.

"There's Love Island," Sam offers and you whip your head around.

"No!" You say," That's mine and Auntie Millie's show! You can't watch it! It'll spoil it!"

You sound adamant and Kristie manages to get out a laugh that could have been a cough.

"It's not a new episode, Chook," Sam assures you with her own laugh," It's last season. It's not going to spoil anything."

Your brow furrows for a moment before you're up on your feet. You've got two dinosaurs clutched in your hands as you wiggle yourself between your mothers.

They're sitting close enough that their legs are touching so you make sure to force them apart so you can be comfortable.

"Last season was okay," You tell Kristie very seriously," I will watch with you so you know what's going to happen. Mom, you need to put on Love Island."

Sam keeps laughing. "Oh? I need to, do I Chook?"

"Yes. That's what I just said. You need to, Mom."

With the other options being Deal or No Deal and Flog It, Sam's pretty sure that Love Island was truly her only option and changes the channel.

Clearly, the medicine has perked you up a bit because Kristie doesn't get a moment of respite the entire episode as you narrate what's going on during every single little moment.

Somehow, you manage to put yourself to sleep during it until you're lying draped over Sam and Kristie's laps.

"And we just let Millie watch this show with her?" Kristie asks, dumbstruck and Sam chuckles nervously.

"I didn't think she actually absorbed this much of it," Sam replies," It's like she studied it or something."

You shift a little in your sleep, death gripping your plastic dinosaurs so hard that Kristie can't pry them from your hands.

"Well," Kristie says," At least she's taking her nap without arguing."

"You mean, at least you can take your nap without her interrupting," Sam teases and Kristie rolls her eyes.

She lifts your limp body easily into her arms as she stands up. "Well, just for that. I don't think you can join us for naptime."

"Hey...Kristie! Kristie, wait! I'm sorry! Wait for me!"

Kristie doesn't wait for Sam though as she makes her way to their bedroom.

She settles you in the very middle of the bed but slipping in next to you.

You wiggle a little bit as Kristie tugs you closer, laying a protective hand over your belly just as Sam hobbles in, taking her own place in bed on your other side.

Helen joins in too, leaping up onto the bed and curling herself up around your feet.

"You have to get her to take medicine when we wake up," Kristie says, already half asleep.

"No fair! She's wise to my tricks now!"

"Not my problem, Sam."

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blackopals-world · 11 months

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I've Found Home

Fem!Yuu and Twisted Cast

(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Implied relationship

She moved on. She had to and had every reason to. She had someone who relied on her.

Warnings:hurt-comfort, Angst to heal your soul. Healing those and abandonment issues. Happy ending I promise. Don't read if you are not ready to cry. Did not proof read, wrote this late a night, sick and half asleep. Sorry.

Move on.

Forget.

There was no going back.

You chose this.

You wanted this.

After three years of living in another world Yuu couldn't adjust easily to her old life.

A life that no longer exists. So she began building a new one.

She found a good price on a place near the mountains. Private but not isolated. She had the money after her book deal.

People would never believe her story so she wrote fantasy novels. She felt closer to her friends this way but more lonely all the same. She couldn't share the truth with anyone and could never talk about them as though they were real.

Still, she could write new stories with new characters to forget.

Life had been quiet. Eat, sleep, write, watch TV, read and do it all again. Sometimes getting food deliveries, read fan mail and get a call to two. It was decent life. Something Idia would love.

He's probably taken over STYX by now. I bet he and Ortho are doing great together.

Nevermind, she could probably cook something. Eating instant meals was probably ruining her health. Vil would kill her if he knew.

...

Food can wait. She wasn't that hungry anyways.

The garden! Yes! She had to tend the garden! She had ordered a spring bundle to plant.

The tag said it had some tulips, mums, begonias, and specialty white roses.

Nevermind... forget it. She should take a nap. A lazy day never hurt anyone. Even beasts can afford to sleep.

...

Yuu decided to leave. She couldn't take this anymore. If she got one more reminder she'd collapse. Their faces were ingrained in her mind and guilt burned under her skin.

Life was funny you know. You don't know what come next.

Yuu certainly didn't.

She hiked up the mountain trying to forget every time Jade would drag her to go foraging with him. Every late-night walk she had with Malleus. Every magic carpet ride with Kalim.

It wasn't fair! Why did she have to go through this? She wanted to see them again. What did she do to deserve this?

She was good! She was kind! She just wanted to go home! Is that so wrong? She worked hard! She made a name for herself! She should have the life she wanted and be able to enjoy that life.

But she missed them...

Unknowingly Yuu had dropped to her knees and crying. Only the forest could hear her and perhaps it took pity on her.

(Warning: If you are sensitive to child abuse or dead animals please don't read on.)

When her tears were gone and her cries faded there was a response.

A different cry. High pitched and gurgling. The kind that every woman knew in an odd instinctual way. The kind that sets off every alarm in your head and makes every hair stand on end. A baby.

She ran towards it praying to God that this wasn't a mountain lion. It wasn't though.

She found a small shack off the path. It was surrounded by trash. Must have been occupied by squatters. Said squatters seemed to have vacated at least a few days ago.

Yuu muscled open the makeshift door. The crying had turned into unfamiliar cracking breathless howls. Their voice must have given out a while ago after who knows how long. Hours, days...any longer would mean death.

Yuu searched and found a bunker of sorts under the floorboards.

She found a soggy bare mattress, a few scattered crayons, a ball and-oh God, that smell. It was a rotting cat. Poor thing must have been here for weeks. There was an empty cat food bowl nearby. Little drawings littered the floor. Ones of a smiling child with a smiling cat.

The whimpering cries continued and drew Yuu forward. She found them curled up in a corner. A rope was tied around their leg. It was a child. They were wrapped in soiled clothes, had matted hair, and emaciated.

Yuu felt her heart break again. This poor baby. Who could do this.

He looked at her with fear and hope. He wanted-no needed to be saved. He was probably no older than 3. He had no understanding of what was happening to him. His tears had marked his face as the only place was covered in a layer of dirt.

"Hey, is okay I'm here to help. I'm going to take you away now. Is that okay? We'll get you some food." Yuu tried to keep her voice even to not scare him.

The boy crawled over to the place of the dead cat. And began shaking it.

"Nina!Nina!" He wailed trying to wake her up.

He didn't know she was dead. He didn't even understand what death was.

"I'm sorry Nina can't come with us." Yuu said pulling him gently by the back of his ragged shirt.

But children don't understand these things.

"Nina! No! Nina!" He yelled horsey.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't worry I'll come back for her later. I promise." Yuu hushed.

She could bury her in the garden. He clearly loved her a lot and the poor kitty deserves that much.

After untying the rope Yuu lifted the boy into her arms and carried him home. He made almost no noise as he buried himself in her arms.

Yuu promised herself that she'd never let something like this happen to him again. He would never be abandoned again, he'd never go hungry again, and he'd be loved. She'd love him, she swore it.

"My son." She whispered to no one at all but I affirmed everything she felt.

He needed a name. The case worker didn't have one for him on file. She got to choose one.

For a writer she struggled to find one.

Mal, Elliot, Leo, Cecil, Bishop, Ali, Jacob, Carter, Azure, Jess

Only one name stuck

Grimm

"Grimm! It time for bed. Grab a book if you want me to read it to you." Yuu said walking up the stairs.

Grimm scanned his bookshelf for one of his favorites. The titles were: "The Rose Queen", "The King of Beasts", "The Wishing Star", "The sea witch", "The Sand Serpent", "The fairy Gala", "The Little Robot", "Magic Cat", "The beautiful Queen", and "The Underworld and back again"

Grimm had a favorite right now. The newest among the children's book collection Yuu had written. She pulled it off the shelf and ran back to bed.

Yuu could barely keep up these days. Grimm was fast but Yuu had practice.

She pulled the covers over him and read the title as Grimm snuggled up with his favorite stuffed animal. It was another merchandise stuffed animal. It was a big gray cat with a stripped bow and purple crystal around its neck.

Grimm named it Nina and took it everywhere. Along as it comforted him Yuu said nothing.

"The Lonely Dragon: Once upon a time there was a powerful dragon prince who lived in a land far far away." Yuu began.

"But the dragon isn't lonely forever. He meets the lost princess and they become best friends! Oh and the Silver knight comes in stop the dragon here!" Grimm interrupted leaning over his mother.

" Well if you want to tell the story." Yuu sighed.

When Yuu finished Grimm asked her something.

"So the dragon isn't lonely anymore?" He looked at her with wide eyes.

"No, he has many friends and rules over a nice kingdom," Yuu said in a hushed voice as shifted his pillow to make him lie down.

"What about the lost princess?"

"The lost princess found her way home. She said goodbye to her friends and is where she belongs now."

"But is she lonely? Without all her friends?"

"She used to be but now she has a home. She misses her friends but she's happy."

"I wish I could meet her. I'd be her friend and she'd never be lonely again."

"I know, I'd bet she'd be so happy. Goodnight, baby."Yuu turned off the light as she kissed Grimm's cheek

"Night Mama." Grimm said kissing his mother back.

When Yuu left the room she kept the door open just a bit so Grimm wouldn't be afraid of the dark.

She took a deep breath. Maybe she shouldn't have written the Lost Princess series but it was so well loved these days what could she do?

Still, she could relive those days for just a brief moment and smile.

She made her way to the study to go back to writing her new book when a knock came from downstairs.

Yuu cautiously made her way to the door and pressed an ear to it to listen to who it might be. Forgetting she had a peephole. A familiar voice called her name from the other side.

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urfavleo777 · 4 months

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warnings: oral (f&m receiving), mommy kink, smut, smut, smut.

in which colby is afraid of thunderstorms and y/n is trying her best to help him relieve stress.

With a quiet sigh, you walked away from the desk where you had spent the last two hours, wasting the evening to watch a movie with the love of your life.

As you pulled up your chair and turned on your heel, your attention was caught by Colby with his head on the pillow. With his eyes closed and his raven hair creating a mess on his head, he had probably drifted off to sleep long ago. He was breathing steadily, and his presence didn't draw any attention to him at all. You smiled, staring at the image of the man you loved, and after a while you felt sorry. You promised him that you would spend the evening together, but you were more absorbed in your studies than you expected.

You took an empty spot on the bed and moved closer to him as quietly as possible so as not to wake him from his sleep. You carefully examined the features of his perfectly sculpted face. A pair of ocean eyes, a sharp and pointed noise, a strong and defined jaw, and carnation pink lips-those were the words that could describe him. From a third-person point of view, you could be perceived as a damn stalker. You refrained from kissing his slightly parted lips. Instead, you lifted your hand and caressed his face gently before running it through his hair.

The rain gently bounced onto the rooftop and the wind gently swayed the trees surrounding your home, creating some sort of a whistle sound as you laid in Colby's arms. Though you enjoyed the sounds of the storm outside, you knew it would only be a matter of time before your boy would wake up from the noise he always feared.

You rolled over towards your boyfriend and laid your head on his chest and threw your leg across his waist. You felt him run his hand up your thigh and stop right below your butt.

Colby shifted, taking a deep breath. You smiled at the sight of his dreamy, half-sleep face. Maybe he still felt like he was in a dream.

You removed your hand from his hair. A small look of dissatisfaction crossed his face. You heard the wind howling outside and the loud crack of thunder.

"Y/n?" He called out, as the wind got louder. "Don't stop, please." He purred with eyes closed, his voice more adorable than ever.

"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up." You whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"It's okay," he mumbled as he turned to face you. "I missed you."

"Baby, I was right there." You laughed, going back to stroking his hair, which relieved his stress from loud sounds outside.

"I know, but you were busy studying. I'm sorry I fell asleep. I hate storms so much." His voice was deeper than normal, and God, it sounded so good on him. You placed a kiss on his bare chest and he rolled over so he was on top of you.

Another sound of thunder, louder than usual, made Colby flinch. He immediately buried his head in your neck and you grabbed his waist, bringing him as close to you as possible.

"My poor little boy is afraid of thunderstorms. Need someone to relax?"

"Yes, you." He nodded, continuing to caress you.

His kisses traveled down to your jawline where he placed kisses along it. His hands found their way to the bottom of your nightgown. Well, it wasn't really yours, more like his shirt that you now had to wear. You know he loves seeing you in his shirts, so you wear them to bed all the time.

He scrunched up the fabric until it reached right below your bare breasts. He placed lazy open mouth kisses along your stomach until he reached the top of your underwear. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs. "I've barely touched you and you're already so wet" he said smirking at you. His voice was still pretty deep and groggy and you loved it. "You like that?" you asked, and he nodded hazily. "Good, 'm gonna fuck your mouth with it, love".

He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you moan. He took that as a cue and licked all the way to the tip. He started swirling his tongue around your clit, making you moan. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair. He moved down and inserted his tongue into your entrance.

You weren't usually a vocal person, but it had been so long since you and Colby had done something together and it felt so good. He removed his tongue but quickly replaced it with his fingers and began to slide your tongue in and out. He moved up and pressed his lips against yours.

"What do you need me to do, hm?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. He began to kiss you again and you could feel his hard clothed member press against your bare thigh.

"Need you t'fuck me, mommy," Colby said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. His pretty face was tear streaked, and his eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. "I've been so good, please," he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. Colby's mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt.

He had wanted you for so long. And now he had you.

"On your back," you demanded softly, toppling him onto the broad back, "I want to taste you."

"If you do that, I’m afraid I won’t last." His breathing was coming out in ragged pants as you slid between his spread thighs. Colby watched with rapt attention, enjoying how your breasts swayed as you moved to lay flat on your belly.

"That’s alright," you assured, tongue darting out to lap at the seam beneath the head. And he moaned, such glorious music cutting straight to your core. What a symphony every groan and whimper was, even as you continued to tease with short licks and kisses. "I want you to come undone in my mouth."

"Get on with it, please." His hips thrust upwards, tip pressing past the barrier of your lips before you complied with his wishes. Hollowing your cheeks, you sank upon all that could be fit into your mouth as a warm fist enveloped the rest. His heady musk invaded your senses, cock twitching on your tongue, practically begging you to move. "Oh, fuck."

Colby’s deep bellow had been enough to spur you into a fervor, bobbing hungrily as his back arched off the mattress. Lithe fingers knotted in your hair, holding you still as he began to frantically fuck your throat. Pumping, striving, chasing that release while he imagined you bouncing atop him. He felt like he was on fire.

"I love you," he muttered between ragged breathing as you struggled to breathe out of your nose. "I love you so much, mommy."

Then the dam broke as he came down your throat, twitching and spasming until he was still against your tongue. Swallowing all of the seed that was earned, you broke away and began to clean his softening length before snaking up to curl upon that delightfully broad chest. "Good boy."

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starkwlkr · 9 months

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hii! maybe it's y/n's birthday charles and their kids are having an argument about who will get the best gift

a rock? thanks! | charles leclerc

yes, it’s another vine reference but instead of an avocado it’s a rock 🙃

Y/n’s birthday was coming up and everyone in the Leclerc household was each getting her something. Ruby had asked her grand-mère to take her to a store to buy her maman a gift. Charles had been planning his gift to his wife for weeks. He was convinced Y/n would love this year’s gift.

While his sister and father did their own thing, little Mathéo Leclerc thought that his mother would like something handmade so he wandered around the house looking for supplies to make his gift. He settled on making her a picture of her.

He kept his gift a secret until a day before his mother’s birthday. It was dinner time and Mathéo was trying to find his mother’s drawing, but it was no where to be found. He lost the most important gift. But he wasn’t going to end up being the only one without a gift. He didn’t want to be embarrassed.

One thing Charles never thought would happen was that he would argue with his children about who had the better gift. It was there next day and Charles got up early to make his wife her birthday breakfast. When he got to the kitchen he was surprised to see his mother and daughter already making waffles and freshly squeezed orange juice.

Ruby had on a little smirk on her face, sitting on the counter with her legs crossed one over the other. “Hi papa.” She knew that her papa would make her maman a special birthday breakfast each year and this year, she had asked her grand-mère to help.

“I never thought that my own daughter would betray me.” Charles walked towards his mother.

“You’re so dramatic, hand me the plate.” Pascale rolled her eyes.

“Just letting my wife know that this was my idea since we’ve met.” Charles stated as he walked to the cabinet to get a plate thrown handed it to his mother.

“You were snoring really loud like I think uncle pierre heard you and he lives in italy so grand-mère and i made maman’s special birthday breakfast.” Ruby said with a smile.

“Yeah, well when your maman sees my gift, she’s going to forget about her special birthday breakfast.” Charles ruffled Ruby’s hair since he knew how much she hated her hair being messed up.

“She better not! Ruby called me at five in the morning to make sure I didn’t forget!” Pascale said.

“Wait, you never got up that early to make me a birthday breakfast.” Charles suddenly remembered.

“That’s because grand-mère loves me and maman more.” Ruby teased.

“Stop it, you two! Now, Ruby, my little beautiful girl, you take this and give it to your maman, okay?” Pascale gave Ruby a small gift bag that contained Ruby’s present to Y/n. “And don’t forget to show your lovely smile, oh! You look so pretty!” Pascale placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek.

She then turned to Charles, who was more than ready to receive compliments from his mother. “Here.” She handed him the tray that had the special birthday breakfast.

“I have a lovely smile too. Ruby got it from me, aren’t you going to compliment my smile?”

“You have a nice smile.” Pascale said and practically shoved him out the kitchen so they could surprise Y/n.

On the way to the bedroom, Ruby giggled. “See? Grand-mère looooooovessss me.”

When the father and daughter got to the already opened door, they heard Y/n talking with Mathéo.

“Happy birthday maman!” Ruby ran to her mother’s side and gave her a hug. “Look! I bought you something!” She gave Y/n the gift bag.

“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything because you and Théo are my greatest gifts.”

“Say that again, I don’t think papa heard you.” Ruby continued her teasing.

“Okay, okay, you win Ruby Jules,” Charles rolled his eyes. He then placed the special birthday breakfast infront of Y/n and gave her a kiss. “Happy birthday, Mon amour.”

“Thank you, all of you.” Y/n smiled.

“Maman, open my gift!” Ruby exclaimed.

So Y/n did and when she opened the bag, she found a teddy bear with a smaller teddy bear attached to it. “This is adorable! Thank you, Ruby.” Y/n hugged her daughter.

“Yeah, well this is from me and no one else,”Charles continued with his teasing. He handed her a small box that contained a ring. “It’s those rings that have the picture inside when you look. It’s a picture of all of us.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Y/n gave him a kiss.

“Maman, I got you something too.” Little Mathéo shyly spoke.

“You do, my beautiful boy? Let’s see what it is,”Y/n sat up. From behind his back, Mathéo brought out a rock that was just the same size as his hand.

“I named it rock.” Mathéo smiled proudly.

“Rock the rock?” Ruby wondered. “I like Steve better. Steve the rock is better.”

“This is a wonderful rock, Théo. I love it.” Y/n placed a kiss on her son’s forehead.

“It’s a rock?”

“And I love it.”

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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For kinkmas can you do a Emily Prentiss who has a dick and get R pregnant, but abandons her for some angst, then Emily reconnects with her after a case and meets her kids and all.

YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE

PAIRINGS: Emily Prentiss x reader

WORD COUNT: 1244

WARNINGS: smut, angst, pregnancy, abandonment, mommy (E), breeding, kids (yes they deserve a warning), arguments, Emily has a dick, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Emily’s breath panned against your face, her lips venturing to your neck in a hurry. She teased the skin with her teeth, causing shivers to run down your spine. She leaned back, smirking in glory as you grappled onto her biceps.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” She muttered, her thrusts slowing as she took a moment to admire you. Only when a whine left your lips did she continue, forcing your lip onto her own as you shared a lustful kiss.

“Please, Em,“ You gasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt liquid squirt into you. Her breath was shaggy, her voice trembling as she nodded with you.

“Mhm, going to make you a pretty little Mommy.” She chuckled, drawing long and hard hip movements, allowing you to feel her cock pulsing deep inside of you.

“I’m- I’m going to cum,” She placed each hand on either side of your head, her breasts moving with her body. You leaned forward, taking her sensitive nipple into your mouth. She moaned, tugging you closer by your hair as your legs shook.

“Cum for Mommy, sweetheart.” Your juices covered her cock as she painted your walls white, her grin wide as she admired the new ring on your finger. She had just proposed earlier that night while the stars shined bright against your skin, the ring shimmering as she placed it on your skin. She led it to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss against the material before returning her forehead to the pillows beneath you.

“I’ll never stop loving you, baby.”

“I told you I’d never stop loving you, Y/N.” The woman retorted, smiling through wet tears as she looked down on you, the ring still planted on your finger. It had been nearly a year yet you couldn’t get enough of her, no matter her actions. Only a few days after you found the sticks in the bathroom holding two lines was when she left. You weren’t able to inform her about the pregnancy, and the fact that she was going to be a mother soon.

It all happened so quickly, one moment you were the happiest you’d ever been, then the next you stood over her grave, tears racking out of you uncontrollably. You never expected her to return a year later in front of your doorstep, who would? But her hair had grown slightly, and you noticed the sore cheeks that proved her sadness wasn’t fake. She instantly fell into your arms, but you backed away, fearful of the recurring dream appearing once again. You were finally starting to heal, but now she was back, and you didn’t know what to do.

She heard the soft giggles of your child and froze, a smile threatening to take over her face as she noticed your Mother laughing at the child’s face. She had a hint of black hair on her head, even without seeing the rest of her features she could tell it was her replica.

“Emily, you can’t just barge in here after…after I believed you were dead for a whole fucking year!” You ran your fingers through your hair anxiously, steam nearly coming out of your nose and ears as she stood there; she looked so perfect. How could she stand there and look so perfect, she just tore your heart out only to rip it back out as you tried to fix it.

“I know, my love-“

“Please don’t call me that.” You begged, sniffling as she tried moving closer. Your Mother left after a screaming match was to be had between the two, both of them telling you to bring the baby girl to your room so she didn’t have to witness it. It wasn’t calm, and you were shocked you had zero neighboring complaints.

“Please, I- I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

“But you run off to fucking Paris while your pregnant wife stayed at home? Do you know how difficult those months were for me? Not only was I carrying a child, but I was dealing with the loss of the love of my fucking life! Only to find out she wasn’t even fucking dead!” She buried her head in guilt, and no matter how badly she wanted to look up and see you, she couldn’t bear to meet your tearful eyes.

“I didn’t know you were pregnant-“

“That doesn’t change shit, Emily! You left. You left me, and you left your daughter, you think I can just forget that?”

“No, I don’t expect you to. And, to be honest, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to forgive me because I can’t even forgive myself and I never, ever will. All I want is to spend the night with you, okay? I- I want to see my daughter experience her first Christmas tomorrow morning, and I want to experience our first Christmas together again…please, I’m begging you, Y/N.” She stood, relief filling her as you allowed your fingers to interlace with hers. She looked so hopeless, you, once again, couldn’t resist her.

“Fine, but we’ll be talking about this tomorrow, don’t think I’ve even thought about forgiving you.”

You promised yourself it wouldn’t happen, that sharing a bed with her wouldn’t bring back tempting emotions, but it did the opposite. And that’s how you found yourself beneath her, your walls accepting her cock desperately, despite your previous restraints. You forced yourself to keep quiet, but it was nearly impossible as she continued to hit against your g-spot with every thrust.

“I’m so sorry, baby- fuck, I love you so much.” She reminded you, wrapping her arms around your body as she dragged you towards her. You were now riding her, your legs around her waist as your hands dug at her back, your breasts pressing against hers as they created a shared rhythm.

“We…we need to be quiet, Emilia i- is fuck! Fuck, she’s- she’s sleeping.” The name came from Emily, you remembered when she told you her dreams of passing her name down to her child, but she also didn’t enjoy her government name. She wanted her daughter to have a beautiful name to match them, and Emilia was what she came up with after years of pondering the thought. Children had always worried her, especially due to her career, but she wanted nothing more than a true, happy family - one she spent her entire trip dreaming of.

“I know, but I want to hear you. God, I- I’ve missed you so much, ‘m never leaving you two again.” Unlike the deeply sexual position you both shared, there was a sense of comfort in her words. She seemed to ease away your fears with only a promise, but you worried she’d break it once again. You couldn’t risk losing her, not again.

“Please don’t leave me, E-Em. I- ah! I need you so fucking bad.” She repositioned the two of you, letting you rest against the pillows as she took a moment to admire your body. It was scarred, your skin holding wounds of pain yet beauty. The stretch marks represented her child - her baby girl, and she couldn’t have loved them more. She kissed the ones in reach, smiling up at you before kissing your lips in a passionate, loving gesture. She waited for you to pull back, but you never did.

“I told you I’d never stop loving you, Y/N.” And she meant it, she meant every word.

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0strawberrysorbet0 · 13 days

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𝐴 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟

𝐻𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

This is a series so if you'd like to be tagged simply just comment!

Not too happy with this chapter but hope it's good enough 😕

Please do not use/steal my work on this site or any other! Resposts and likes are appreciated greatly!!

Part one ← Part two → Part three

Summary: When Charlie is called to heaven for a meeting instead of her father she is ecstatic but she meets a boy with some very familiar features..

Warnings: cursing, Adam mentioned, rlly weird layout, idk what else, probs spelling mistakes and weird grammer

Where am I??" Was the only thought coursing through the boy's mind?

He couldn't hear anything but his thoughts, everything else was muffled as if he was underwater, he strolled mindlessly throughout the forest, there were lush plants and exotic flowers of every tone and shape.

He could see birds and insects, things they did not have in his new home...

As he walked forward, it was like he was being pulled, like he didn't control it...

He heard a voice call for him...

"ƙׁׅյׁׅ݊ꪀյׁׅժׁׅ݊ᝯׁׅ֒꯱ dear?? Where-" was all he heard, voice silencing before he heard a yell...

He couldn't make out words but he heard a male's voice shout, who were they shouting for??

As he stumbled through the thicker, darker patch of forest he reached a tree, an apple, sparkling and juicy, shaped like a heart hung from a branch. Just as he went to grab it,

someone clung to the skin on his leg.. Or something.. Biting down on his flesh.. His pale skin turned pink and oozing a cherry-coloured syrup.

As he turned to see the blood dripping he shot up, dripping in a cold sweat as his face whitened.

That dream. Again.

It had been haunting him, it happened every so often but now more than ever. It was always the same.

He wanders, a woman calling for someone and a man screaming then sees the Apple and tries to grab it before being bitten. Then waking up before being able to see the creature.

But what was it?.. He sat up on his bed, grabbed a yellow shoebox from under his bed, he placed it onto his milky white duvet.

He peeled the lid off the box, revealing a little rubber duck... He didn't know where it was from but he had had it for as long as he could remember, there were a few photos of him and his friends... Mainly Emily.

There were a few random things, buttons and feathers, but he finally found what he was looking for, a folded sheet of parchment. He opened it revealing a drawing of the forest, mainly the path he walked and the paths he could see.

He took out the red pen and drew the figure of a woman, shouting... He couldn't see the figure's face or features but he could tell it was a woman.

His father could never see this, nor Sera. They'd think he was plotting against something.. Which he'd never do. He wasn't a monster.

At the bottom of the box was a small gift from Emily, a little box that had been wrapped with gold ribbon. Inside was an apple... An actual real apple.

He hadn't a clue where she got it but it was gorgeous. So shiny and juicy, plump and red, a delicious bloody red...

He had never understood why they were forbidden anyways, yes because of The Fall but surely the fruit wasn't the problem..

He couldn't blame Eve.

He wouldn't have resisted either.

His silence was broken by knocking on his door. "(M/N)? Son? I'm heading off to my meeting, there's some food on the table, take care!"

It was his dad, it was thoughtful of the man to let him know he was leaving but it scared the boy shitless.

He got himself dressed and got to work on his heavenly duties, he strolled through a building, looking for Emily, he had to tell her about his dream.

As he walked past a meeting room he could hear a familiar screeching voice, Adam.

And a voice he hadn't heard before?.. A young girl? Whatever. It wasn't Emily so it didn't matter, he continued to walk until the voice got louder, almost like it was behind him

"Miss?? Excuse me!? You dropped some feathers!!"

Miss? He turned to see the person who had been shouting, it was a girl.

She had red glowing eyes with the sclera being a strong yellow color.

Her hair was the same straw blonde colour as his hair, it was tied up into a strange ponytail, in circular shapes almost, she was wearing a blood-red suit and her cheeks were rosy and pink.

What a strange angel... She didn't even look like an angel...

He just turned and continued to walk, going to find Emily.

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"Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven and ruled by beings of Pure light, Angels that worshipped good and shielded all from evil..." A blonde girl read aloud,

As she flicked through the pages she looked at the part in between the section where Lucifer and Lilith tempted Eve and the banishment.

It was burnt, the small gap, unnoticeable at first glance, but with the number of times she had read it, she could tell someone had burnt out a few pages, burning part of the story...

"Charlie?" Her girlfriend said at the doorframe, an extermination had just happened, she looked out the window at the burning city.

She needed to put a stop to this, these sinners surely didn't deserve it. Well at least some of them.

The day seemed to melt away quickly, they had talked about commercials and... Well they all had some unique ideas...

Her phone started to ring, and she jumped up and went to answer it.

It was her father? Strange... He never called.

But he wanted her to go to heaven instead of him? Holy shit... Maybe she could change heaven's mind after all...

Before she knew it she was there, heaven..

When Charlie arrived she noticed how pristine everything was, light, bright, the place was practically blinded by white light.

She now stood before The Adam, or as he called himself (much to her dismay) The original dick. She had put all the ideas she could (before he'd interrupt) onto the table but they smushed it all.

To sum it up... The meeting went horribly. She had not only been turned down but completely ignored. Her whole life she had believed angels to be kind, caring creatures... There was a reason they made it up there after all.

But she wasn't so sure now. She wasn't so sure about anything anymore.

As she was leaving she saw a pair of wings stroll past the door, they were full and stuck out proudly, glowing a bright white. The feathers looked almost like cotton candy as they surfed the breeze, one or two floating off.

One had dropped at her feet. She picked it up before trying to get a look at the angel, they had long blonde hair, and she presumed it was a woman.

"Miss?? Excuse me!? You dropped some feathers!!" She shouted about the feathers, maybe the angel would need them? Or maybe she just wanted to see the angel's face. She couldn't tell but she felt somewhat connected to the being.

The angel turned gracefully, piercing eyes staring through her, beautiful, beautiful eyes, they were the colour of a rich berry, a beautiful purple, like a flower, soft and delicate. Yet the angel's stare could have ripped her in half by that alone.

Charlie stood there, not making a sound so the angel turned around. Bored with her it walked off through the corridor.

She needed to know who this was and why they looked like her mother.

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"I still dunno what ya mean by 'she looked like my mother' toots, who are ya even talkin' about again?" Angel replied, pouring himself another drink as Charlie told the spider demon bout the meeting and her encounter with the angel.

"I'm telling you!! She looked just like my mom!" She said, waving a picture of her mother in front of Angel's face.

"Jeez, okay calm! I get it!" He slapped the picture away "Why are ya so bothered though?"

"I don't know. I just felt connected to her.. " she said, petting Keekee, who curled into her lap and purred at the affectionate touch.

"For all you know it might've not even been a girl, just let it go toots" he took a big swing of his drink before pouring another drink.

"I'm telling you I feel connected to them, I... I know they looked like my mother." She sighed.

Hopefully, she'd be able to go up to heaven soon, to win them over and to see that angel again.

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shuhwaa · 4 months

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Giselle | Handcuffs [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 17 Aespa Giselle x fem!reader words: ~700 genre: smut (dom!Giselle, reader is handcuffed, marking, oral (reader receiving), she calls reader princess) warnings: none

You find a flicker of amusement in her eyes when she watches you struggle, tearing at the handcuffs she had just put on you and then quickly giving up with a whimper as the metal puts too much pressure on your wrists.

"This was such a good idea, princess..." Aeri mutters under her breath as she reaches out and caresses your cheek with her palm. It had been you who brought it up - that you've been thinking it might be fun if she'd cuff you to the bed and has her way with you, but at the time you didn't think she'd actually be this quick to put your mindless thought into reality. However, now that you're lying here, bare skinned and unable to move around much, you find yourself agreeing with her. Even just the thought of how much power she has over you right now makes a shiver run down your spine, and she smiles as she notices your reaction.

"What?" Your girlfriend leans in to whisper in your ear, her lips almost touching you. "Are you that excited thinking about all the things I could do to you in that position?"

"Y-yes..." you admit, doe eyes looking up at her as she brings some distance between you two in order to get a proper look at your face.

"You're so cute," she mutters, thumb brushing over your mouth now as she mindlessly sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. And then she comes closer to place a light but lingering kiss onto your lips. "I'll make you feel good, princess." You gulp at her words, and when she starts trailing kisses down your throat you throw your head back. Her hands roaming your body, you can tell she's worked up over the situation as well, and everytime her teeth impatiently graze your skin, you whine at the sensation, and also because you want more.

"Aeri..." you moan her name as she sucks a mark onto your chest, earning yourself a chuckle in response, and once she's satisfied with the mark she's put on you, she looks up, smiling at you.

"What? Does it feel good?" she asks, adding, "To know I can do whatever I want with you?"

"Y-yes...!" You earn yourself another kiss to the mark she has just finished, and then she moves on to trail kisses down your stomach, until she's reached your core. Throwing your legs over her shoulders, she gives you another intense look, whispering,

"I bet you taste even sweeter like this." And just as you feel heat rushing through your whole body upon hearing her say those words, she dives in and the sensation of her slowly licking up a stripe has you shivering underneath her. She hums at your taste and then continues her ministrations, soft touches making you whine but eventually they leave you longing for more.

"B-baby... please... m-more..." you find yourself begging, and your girlfriend shoots you an amused gaze that you almost don't catch. You clench your fists, digging your nails into your palms as you furrow your eyebrows and show her a desperate look. And when she grabs onto your hips more tightly in response, almost clawing at your flesh and she applies more pressure to the way she's licking up your juices, you think you're going to go crazy. She alternates between letting the tip of her tongue draw shapes onto your clit and dipping her wet muscle inside you, just a little deeper with every repetition, and the sensation makes your head spin.

"B-babe... can't t-take it anymore... gonna... gonna cum...." you sputter mostly incoherent words as she's bringing you closer to your high, and the vibrations sent up your core as she hums in response make you tremble. Just a few more repetitions of her movements, and you feel yourself clenching around her tongue, and the pain from tearing at the handcuffs only adds to your pleasure. You moan her name throughout your orgasm, and she fucks you right through it, placing kisses along the insides of your thighs once you've come down from it and are trying to catch your breath.

"Cumming on nothing but my tongue, hm?" she teases you as she crawls back up, cupping your face and leaning in to let you taste yourself on her lips. "I feel like we should do this handcuff thing more often."

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gemini-sensei · 11 months

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"Please, please, can I come in you? Please, I wanna come so bad," Eli whines, panting hard into Reader's ear as he ruts into her tight, wet cunt. He can barely think, only one thing on his mind. "Please, wanna come in this fat pussy. Please, please, please."

Reader moans as he brushes again her g-spot over and over again. His hips knock into hers like clockwork, heavy balls smacking against her ass. She grips his messy hair in one hand whilst the other stay tightly wrapped around his shoulders. "You wanna come inside of me?"

He nods with a loud whimper, never ceasing his rough thrusts. "Yes! Yes, please! Please let me come inside!"

His pleas are so pretty, a little rushed, but still pretty. Reader tries to speak, but she moans loudly, feeling her gut tighten up. Her walls squeeze him tight as she comes on him, creaming around his cock and leaving a nice ring around his base. He continues to rut into her as she moans with pleasure, unable to speak.

He can't wait for her anymore, the pleasure too much. Her sopping wet, sloppy, messy cunt is squeezing him, milking him, begging him for his cum. His eyes roll up as he groans "I'm coming, oh fuck! I'm coming!" and he busts. He presses himself to her, her cervix kissing the tip of his cock as he gives her everything he has. Rope after rope after rope after rop after rope-

It feels like a fire hose left on, shooting thick torrents of his cum into her. She moans directly in his ear as she squirms under him, their chests tightly pressed together and her sensitive nipples rubbing on his lean chest. She holds onto him, expecting him to collapse soon.

However, Eli has other ideas. Before he's even finished, he draws his hips back and ruts into her. Reader yelps, her sensitive walls clenching around him as he starts his quick, fast rutting again. Overwhelmed, she moans and garbles, "Eli..."

"I'm not done with you, mommy" he gruff, raspy voice grunts. It sends chills down her spine and her cunt clenches again her legs are shaking and she is laid under him, weak and at his mercy. "I have at least two more loads for you."

He sits up on his knees, a slight pause in his thrusts as he reposition ls. Her embrace is gone, but as he looms over her, she couldn't care less. His switch from sub to dom excites her despite the oversgimulation it will cause her. His dark, lustful eyes have her swooning under him and she lets her arms fall beside her, grabbing at the bedsheets in preparation for what's to come.

He's quick to hook his hands under her knees and push them to her chest. She moans at the new position and the way he sinks further into her. He grunts, feeling her frothy, sticky cum leak down his balls. "Fuck... that's it. This is gonna be it. Gonna make you a mommy."

Her cunt throbs around him with excitement. At the promise, she whines. She looks up into his eyes as they fall into a new game. "Wanna make you a daddy."

He pulls back and snaps his hips into hers. She throws her head back and screams with pleasure. The shocks of overstim rush through her, giving her an absolute thrill. As he sets the knew pace, slow and hard, he keeps her knees to her chest and watches the way her body moves under him, purely mesmerized by the bounce of her fat tits and pudgy belly. All he can think of is how much fatter her tits will Getz how that pouch of her belly will round out.

As he fucks her, it's a mess. She gushes around him, hot liquid and cream splattering everywhere and running down her ass. UT soaks into the bedsheets and makes a mess of his thighs. He looks down and watches her stretched out, puffy cunt take his cock. He watches the way her cum makes a mess, frothy cream stuck to the both of them.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come again," he groans, looking at her flustered face. Her needy, swollen lips, her pretty eyes. He leans down and throws her legs over he's shoulder, keeps her folded in half while her toes curl behind his head. He kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She moans deeply, pushing her tongue against his and they swirl and twist and dance. It's short lived as he pulls away from her and pants heavily. "Gonna come inside you. You want thay, don't you?"

She nods and her cunt tightens up. She squeezes him hard as she grips the bedsheets tightly. His cock rams into her cervix everytime he slams into her and she loves it, waves of please making her body shudder under him as she comes. She babbles small please to him, begging and begging and begging for him to make her a real mommy.

And he doesn't want to disappoint. He throbs harshly inside her tight cunt and he knows he's close. So he starts utterly pounding into her. As he feels the first surge of his second orgams begin, he presses into her hard so that his tip is right up against her tight ring of muscle keeping him out of her womb, but takes rope after rope after rope after rope after rope of his thick, potent cum.

Her eyes are rolled up as they share another orgasm, basking in the raw glory of it all. She moans and whimpers, hoping he's right when he tells her it's this one. This time is it.

He pants heavily over her, running a hand through his messy hair. When the high is over he gently let's her legs down and he falls against her. She wraps her arms around him and grins, feeling him nuzzle into her chest. He grinds his hips into her lowly and mouths at her tits, falling back into subspace and relinquishing his dominance to her.

"That's it, honey, just like that," she tells him, running a hand through his hair. He laps his tongue over her nipple, sloppy and wet, before pulling into his mouth to suck on peppery. "Take your time. It's okay. You have all night to make mommy a mommy."

He moans gently, softly grinding against her as they plans not to stop until they were sure she was knocked up. He looks up at her with big blue eyes, watching her pleasure filled expression as he played with her nipple. She sighed softly, overstimulated cunt fluttering around his still hard cock, keeping him from going soft as they kept the pleasure alive.

Eli close his eyes and licked a stripe up her tit, then latched on to the section of plush fat and started sucking hickeys onto her skin.

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bingwriterxo · 11 months

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a love more than love

pairing: wednesday addams x reader

summary: in which wednesday breaks her normal routine to visit you

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 750+

author's note: i posted this on wattpad a while ago, but i really enjoy it, so i wanted to bring it over to this platform, too!

"Isn't this your designated writing time?" Enid asked her roommate, watching with curiosity as the raven-haired girl dug through her wardrobe, looking for a specific piece of clothing.

Wednesday sighed, drew away from the piece of furniture, and turned towards the blonde. "Yes, Enid, but more important things have arisen."

"Such as...?" The blonde knew it was a dangerous game to pester the other girl, but she wasn't used to Wednesday going against her calculated schedule. It intrigued her more than it should have, and she wanted answers.

"If you must know, I'm going to visit Y/N," Wednesday admitted. "It's been one year."

Enid's gaze flitted to the floor for a moment before returning to her roommate. "Oh."

A heavy silence blanketed the two girls, and the Addams turned back around to continue her search, though it only lasted for a moment or two before she faced the werewolf again.

"Have you seen my sweatshirt? The one with the zipper?" she asked, tapping her foot on the floor as she impatiently awaited a response.

"Thing dragged it under the bed the other day," Enid said, pointing towards Wednesday's mattress. With a curt nod as a thank you, the raven-haired girl walked over to her bed before dropping to her knees and reaching beneath it, her fingers finding the offending item. She pulled it out, dusted it off, and then put it on over her shirt. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Wednesday ignored her question. "I'll be back before night fall."

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The cemetery was completely empty of anything living when Wednesday arrived. She wandered through the area in search of your gravesite as she hadn't returned since the burial, but it wasn't hard to find: your tombstone--a stark white granite and surrounded by vibrant flowers, all left by friends that had visited that day--stood out amongst the others.

She sat in front of the gravestone, drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin atop them, her arms wrapping around her legs. For a moment, she merely stared at the epitaph that had been engraved in the stone:

We loved with a love that was more than love.

It was a quote from your favorite Edgar Allan Poe poem, "Annabel Lee," and was a sentence that Wednesday had heard fall from your lips numerous times. It slipped off of your tongue in such an elegant way that it had seemed almost as natural to you as breathing.

"We loved with a love that was more than love," Wednesday recited in a murmur. She reached a hand out, traced the words with her forefinger, tried to ignore the feelings that were stirring within her. "I loved you with a love that was more than love."

Softly, she pressed her palm flat against the stone as though you would be able to reach out and touch your hand to hers, run your pinky along the edge of her own before looping the two together, bring her hand to your lips and press a light kiss to the tips of her knuckles. But you were no longer able to do any of these things, and she would never experience your fingers interlocked with her own again, and that thought alone caused a tear to slip from her eye and roll down her cheek.

"You weren't supposed to die." She pretended not to notice the crack of her voice, the guilt that was weighing in her chest, the sadness that invaded her heart. "It was supposed to be me."

It was Thornhill that caused your death: a single bullet had exited the chamber of her gun, and it had found its home in your stomach rather than Wednesday's. Minutes later, the raven-haired girl was left cradling your lifeless body with a horrible emptiness settling inside her.

"You loved everyone with a love that was more than love," she whispered, frowning. "It wasn't meant to end so soon." A sob threatened to erupt from her throat, but she swallowed it down. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, cara mia."

With a shaky hand, she pressed her fingers to her lips before touching them against the stone, a gesture that the two of you had made your own. When you first began dating, on days when Wednesday couldn't stand much physical affection--which was quite frequent--you would kiss her by doing that exact motion, and she often found herself returning it. It quickly turned into a normal act of appreciation, and the two of you found yourselves doing it on a daily basis.

"I will always love you with a love that is more than love."

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alder-saan · 11 months

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His sister .2

Larissa Weems x normie! reader

link part 1

NSFW, heavy smut, almost only smut, pwp, masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, shapeshifting cock, dom! Larissa, sub! reader, mistress kink, reader being tied with Larissa's stockings, blind kink, breeding kink, usage of safe word, fluff towards the end, aftercare.

words count: 3.5k

A/N: I'm sorry it took me soooooo long to write, and also, I know I'm not the best at writing smut but I try, okay? (yes, writing some pwp wasn't the best idea but eh)

You had spent the afternoon thinking about her, without being able to touch her, without being able to look at her too much, since Philip was there. He had taken the afternoon off to show Larissa around the city. Your husband, his sister and you went to the museum, which he never took you to because he always told you to be on your own.

You spent the evening trying to be alone with Larissa.

Philip was faster than Larissa and you, which gave you time to try something. You couldn’t focus on the paintings anyway. While she was looking at one, you sat next to her, on the bench seat, your hand brushing hers. She did not take her eyes off the picture, and she did not move her hand, but a faint smile lit up her face. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. She was so beautiful, her smile was so beautiful, and it was even more, knowing you were the one who caused it.

“Darling, you should at least pretend to look at the artworks…”

Lord, the pet name. She was driving you crazy.

“You are an artwork, Larissa,” you replied, fluttering your eyelashes.

She let out a slight chuckle and moved her hand to your thigh. You shivered when you felt her hand slowly finding a way under your skirt. Her fingers ran over your tights, and your skin tensed under the electrical touch.

“You little flirt, do I have to remind you that your husband is in the next room?”

She was still looking at Nero, looking at Roma burning in his golden frame, while playing with you, lingering her fingers closer and closer to your inner thigh, going back, drawing small circles on your knee, and then coming again on your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but hold your breath each time her fingers passed near your panties. Wet. Of course.

“I wish he wasn’t” you whispered, trying to hide the arousal in your voice.

“I do so, Love. I'm staying with you for the week, so please be patient.”

She removed her hand, and you clenched your legs together, trying to keep the feeling of her fingers on you. You watched her standing up, and bending down to your ear.

“Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, she walked away, as if nothing just happened, leaving you as red as the Roman emperor’s toga on the painting.

That night, you tried to sleep, but every time you’d close your eyes, she was there, demanding you to be a good girl. You could still feel her hand on your thigh, and you wanted so much more. That was probably not what a good girl would do but… She would never know, would she? Your hands reached your breasts, and you massaged them, while an imaginary Larissa was kissing your neck, leaving imaginary red lips stains, and imaginary fingers were lingering on your thighs, drawing small circles closer and closer to your cunt. What if she left red marks on your thighs too? You opened your legs and imagined her in between, kissing them, licking them, slowly going up your shanks and thighs.

“Be a good girl for me, Darling,” she’d say.

“Yes, yes I’m a good girl” you whispered in your bed “Please, please fuck me.”

“So needy…”

Your hand went down your belly, and you circled your clit with your fingers, imagining Larissa's tongue doing this. Your other hand was still massaging your breast. You wanted to moan aloud, but your husband was right next to you, and you couldn’t risk waking him. So you continued, entering two fingers into your pussy. Your fingers moved inside you, almost automatically, as you knew what gave you pleasure. You wondered if she was thinking about you… Maybe she was touching herself like you were doing. Maybe she was moaning your name, in her room, legs spread, a hand between them.

Imagining her masturbating turned you even more on. You yearned to feel her soft pale skin under your hands, to grab her breast, to kiss her red lips, her neck, her belly. You wanted to be between those gorgeous legs, tasting her pussy while she’d bury her fingers into your hair, whining, moaning.

You desired to worship her divine body.

You woke up in the morning, much later than you usually did. The sun was not brushing the skin on your arm. The sunlight was already on the floor. You yawned and got up. A shirt put on, you went out of your room, only to notice Larissa was there, sitting on the couch in the living room. You blushed, remembering what you imagined last night, and realising you were entirely naked under your oversize shirt, while she was perfectly dressed and made up. But she hadn’t fixed her hair in her usual updo, and the silver locks were falling on her shoulders. It was… ethereal.

“Good morning, Larissa.”

“Good morning, Darling. Did you enjoy your night?”

Your face went even redder. Did she know? How?

“Uh…” you cleared your throat “Yes, I did, thank you, what about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Not really I’m afraid,” she said, grabbing the mug on the little table near the sofa.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Why did you have a bad night? Maybe I can help-”

“I never said I had a bad night, Dear. To be honest, it was pretty lovely, thinking about you.”

“Oh uh… ah!”

Had she… thought about you in THAT way? By the way, you had been thinking about her all night? You were bright red, remembering your night.

“Come on, sit with me.”

She put her hand on the couch, next to her.

“I’m- I get dressed and I-”

“No, you can stay in your shirt… I like the view.”

She wasn’t even trying to hide her look on your legs. You swallowed, seeing her blue eyes running up your legs. You tried to show her a confident smile and came to sit next to her. She put the mug back on the table and her hand came to your knee. It was warm. Your heart skipped a beat under her soft gaze.

“Philip told me he wouldn’t be there for lunch… that means we are alone all day.”

“Oh… uh, that’s cool”

You couldn’t focus on anything, her thumb brushing the skin on your thigh. Your whole body was warming, your heart was racing.

“Do you know what I was thinking about, tonight?”

Her hand travelled slowly to your inner thigh.

“Uh, no? I don’t?” You hated how shy you sounded.

“I was thinking about you, crying my name while I destroyed you.”

She moved her fingers closer and closer to your aching core. You let out a little whine and blushed, hearing it.

“Yes, quite like that, Darling.”

She caught your lips with hers, a hand on your chest to lay you on the couch. Her knee went between your legs, and her hands took your wrists.

Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, went your heart against your ribcage.

You couldn’t believe you were under her, while two seconds before you were still standing. Her sapphire eyes stared at you, her smooth knee coming closer and closer to your pussy, moving the shirt up your legs, your cheeks, tickled by Larissa’s silver hair, warmed, and you bet they were bright red. As she deepened the kiss, a moan escaped from your throat. Her tongue brushed yours, and you buried your fingers into her locks. She only broke the kiss because you were breathless.

“Darling, I’m gonna destroy you. If at one point you want me to stop, say ‘red’, and I’ll stop at that very second, okay?”

You nodded, feeling the heat getting to your lower belly. ‘Destroy’ on her lips sounded good to your ears, and the way she said it, so calm, so still the way she’d say ‘I like tea’, made it sound even better. It was a fact. She was going to destroy you. And you were going to enjoy it.

“I want to hear you, dear. Is that okay?”

“O-okay,” you whispered

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Okay!”

“Good girl,” she purred, “now strip.”

You unbuttoned your shirt one by one. She was watching you, her pupil growing larger. It seemed to be too slow to her taste because she pushed your hands away to do it herself, almost ripping the fabric off… Her lips crashed onto yours, her hands massaged your naked breasts. Your cunt was dripping against her knee, and you bucked your hips to make it stimulate your clit. She stopped touching you.

“Pet, here I’m in command. You are not allowed to do anything. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good pet.”

She kissed your breasts, licking one of your nipples, sucking it. Her tongue on your skin was so soft. You whined in half pain, half pleasure when she nibbled your bosom. Your fingers dug into her back. She sucked your skin so hard you knew you would have dark red marks at these spots.

You wanted to touch her, as she touched you. You wanted to feel her soft skin, to taste it. Your hands went down her back and tried to slip under her skirt. Larissa sighed against your breasts.

“Don’t make me tie you, pet.”

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” you whispered while caressing her skin under the fabric.

She laughed, her lips against your skin, and her breath tickled you. She moved up your chest and neck, her lips brushing against you, ending near your ear and parting to murmur.

“Such a little slut who wants to be tied while I fuck her.”

“Yes, Mistress, I want to be tied while you fuck me, please!” you squealed

“A well-mannered slut, then.”

While sucking and licking your neck and your earlobe, she removed her skin tone stockings. Both of your hands were caught in her grasp and tied with one of her long socks. The other, she used it to fasten your wrists to the couch. You knew you could move, you could untie you. The stockings were elastic enough for you to go. But you didn’t want to. You wanted her to use you.

She directly spread your legs and put her head in between to kiss your thighs, making you shudder each time her lips met your skin. She gently nibbled it, and then her tongue drew a path to your cunt. She teased your folds with it, humming at the scent and taste of your arousal.

“You taste so good, pet”

You whined at the sound of her voice, and she chuckled.

“And you’re already so wet…”

She was right, she had barely touched you and you were already at the edge. She lapped your clit, and you whined at the sudden sensation. She smiled against your pussy, and you moaned at the waves of heat that went through your whole body. She grabbed your ass with her hands and teased your little bundle of nerves with her tongue. You let out sinful whines, much louder than you ever could imagine sounding. She hummed against your cunt and sucked your clit. You were squirming to try to feel as much pleasure as possible, to be in the best possible position. She tsked.

“Don’t move, pet.”

You immediately stopped, and she purred against your pussy,. Her tongue and lips tickled your clit again, and soon you knew you were about to come.

“M- Mistress I-”

“Wait, pet. I’ll tell you when you may come.”

She continued licking your clit, and you tried to hold. But it was almost hurting you, at this point.

“P- Please, ah, Mistress, please, let me…”

“Such a good girl, begging me like this… You may come, pet.”

And you came on your couch, Larissa’s head between your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your ears, and you slowly caught your breath. You began to move but she pinned you against the sofa.

“I’m not done with you, pet.”

You were still breathless, but your cunt didn’t care. It wanted Larissa again. You watched her unbutton her shirt.

“What’s that look for, pet?”

You closed your watering mouth.

“What look?”

“You look like you want to eat me up. Your turn will come, pet. But for now, let me take care of you.”

You stared at her chest, hidden by red _matching her lips_ and lace bras. She bent over you and placed her shirt on your face.

“Wha-”

“Relax, pet.”

She tied the sleeves behind your head. The texture of the fabric, the fabric you knew was on her skin just a moment before, was so soft on your cheeks. It now covered your eyes, you could only see a blue light passing through the blue shirt. You tried to guess where she was by watching the shadows passing on it. She was near, she was near your head, at the right of it. You felt her lips on your neck, once again. So she was right there. The fact you didn’t know exactly where she was scared you a little but also aroused you. Her hands wandering on your chest, her tongue lingering on your neck made you more and more needy for her. But what turned you on the most, was imagining she could do anything with you. You could never know what part of your body she was kissing next. Was it your breasts? No, your stomach. Then maybe your neck again? No, your lips.

She kissed your whole body like this, specifically avoiding the aching part between your legs. Then her fingers brushed against your belly. You gasped as her fingertips awoke in you hundreds of butterflies by simply touching your skin.

She parted your legs, by simply touching your ankles. She sat between them. One of her hands stayed on your ankle and passed under it. Now it slowly moved towards your calf and reached your popliteal fossa. She lifted it, high enough to place it on her shoulder. She lowered her hands lengthwise to your soft thigh and placed a kiss on your knee.

You sighed in pleasure as you understood she was going to fuck you again. Her fingertips teased your soaked folds, coating them with your arousal. She continued for a few seconds, and you whined.

"What's wrong, pet?" she innocently said.

"Please…"

"Please what? Pet, I can't guess what you want."

"I need you… inside me… Mistress, please."

She entered two fingers deep inside your drenched cunt and you squealed. She removed them and sank them, again and again, the rhythm clouding your mind. You moaned, covering the wet noises her fingers produced going in and out of your pussy.

"M…More," you whined, "Mistress, please."

Your walls fluttered around her phalanxes, and she crooked them inside you. You were so sensitive, she was already driving you near the edge. Her fingers twirled inside you, knowing exactly where your most sensitive spot was. She most definitely had had dozens and dozens of partners, she knew how to please a woman, and the idea of being one of these women turned you even more on. Your whole body was shaking, and you were sure the neighbour could hear your screams.

"Mistress I-"

She continued tickling you.

"Yes, pet?"

"I'm gonna… Please, let-let me come"

"Alright, pet, come on my fingers."

Something snapped inside you. The heat reached your whole body, and you let it out, moaning her name.

Her fingers left the place to an aching void in your cunt, and you heard a sucking noise, and then she hummed in delight. She was licking your arousal on her hand.

"I-I wish you had a strap-on right now," you panted out.

"Do you?" she asked, "do you want me to take you with my cock?"

"Yes…" you whispered.

She took your hand and led it to the soft skin of her stomach, and she lowered it. You first felt her lace panties _when did she have removed her skirt? You didn't know_ and then a lump between her legs.

"I don't need any strap-on, pet," she growled.

You let out a little cry of surprise.

"Want me to take you?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Mmmh, good pet," she purred.

You heard the sound of fabric slipping on skin, she was removing her panties. Then, you felt something hard and hot on your thigh, making you shudder. But she didn’t touch you more than that. You saw a shadow passing over you. She most likely was leaning over you, but you didn’t know why. Suddenly, your hands could move. They were still tied together, true, but they weren’t attached to the couch anymore. She placed her hands on your back and lifted it until you were sitting. Then her hands reached your waist, and she led you on her laps. You were still blinded by her shirt, you couldn’t see anything, but you felt her _hard_ dick against your inner thighs, and that you were coating it with your arousal. Your teeth sank into your lower lip at the touch of it. Your legs, on either side of her waist, tried to clench together, and you placed your still tied hands behind her head, your arms on either side of her neck. She approached your head, and her nipples brushed against the underside of your breasts. You rut your clit against her tip, stimulating you.

“Stop that, pet, I’m in command here,” She whispered in your ear.

"I'm sorry mistress," you squealed.

She growled and bit your neck licking your skin, sucking it. Her hardness against your inner thigh was unbearable at this point. You could feel the heat against your slit, and you wanted nothing but to feel it inside your slit.

“Please, take me.”

“So needy.”

She firmly grabbed your ass with one of her hands, and with the other, helped her cock enter in you. You hummed in delight, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to her, neck she willingly kissed and sucked as if it was nothing but a candy. You undulated against her, feeling her filling you. Her second hand took your ass, and she helped you engage the movement of rocking your hips against her.

“You feel so good around me, pet, so good…” she husked.

She buried her head in your breasts, her fingers dug into your hips. The slight pain you felt made you moan. She tightened her grip, and started pounding you on her laps. Your back arched even more _as if it was even possible_ making her hit the right spot each time.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“Kiss me, aah, p-lease, k-kiss me,” you panted out.

She captured your lips with hers, they were wet. Your tongue brushed against hers, and you swallowed her moans as well as she swallowed your whines, that you released in the rhythm of your thighs clashing against her laps. Your arousal was dripping on her cock, that was filling every inch of you. The heat you felt in your lower belly seemed insatiable. You wanted it to go faster, so you accelerated the pounding, and she bit your lower lip.

“You like that, riding your husband’s sister’s dick, right?”

“Yes,” you almost cried, unashamed.

“I want to come inside you, pet”

Your legs were shaking. You wanted her to fill you with her cum, to make you hers. But it took a few seconds for your clouded mind to process things.

“Do it, please ”

She pressed you against her, your breasts crushed against her chest, her lips eating up your neck, she mumbled something you couldn’t understand, too busy moaning your own insanities and her name. She came inside you, and the feeling of her hot cum inside you brought you over the edge. You came too, a few seconds after her, crying.

You tried to catch your breath, and she kissed your shoulders.

“I-I can’t take it anymore,” you breathed out.

“Red?” she asked.

“Yes, red,” you replied.

She untied her shirt, and it fell before your eyes, revealing her head, her messy hair, her blown pupils. Your lips crashed on hers, and you removed your hands from the stockings that held them, breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she whispered against your lips, “now let’s clean you up.”

She helped you stand up, as your legs were weak.

“Do you want to… take a bath with me?” you asked.

“If you’re offering,” she kissed your nose.

You took her hand and walked to the bathroom, in which you filled the bathtub with hot water and a bit of this lemon perfume you liked. She entered the water and you laid against her, your head on her shoulder, your body between her legs. Her arms wrapped your waist, and you closed your eyes. She was so soft… She gently kissed your hair.

“Sorry, I couldn’t… continue.” you said.

“You have been perfect,” she replied, “It’s okay, and what you did is already a lot. Moreover, we have all week…”

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I KNOW I TOOK SOOOOOOO MUCH TIME!

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poisonlove · 7 months

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i hate you!¹

I still hate you… but less.

4:35 PM

It was only 4:35 PM when the principal's verdict had hit us like a bolt from the blue. After the heated argument with the unbearable Jenna Ortega, we were forced to stay at school for an extra two hours. But the worst part? It wasn't just for one day; it was for an entire week.

"I want to die," I sighed. My elbow rested on the desk, my head propped up by my hand as I watched the clock tick away the time.

Our Science teacher shot us a stern look. "Absolute silence, please. I'll be back at the end of detention," he warned, making it clear that any infractions would lead to further penalties. "If you attempt to escape, the detention will be extended by a week, and if you argue, another hour... understood?"

"Mmm-hmm," I muttered with boredom, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Miss Ortega, did you understand?" the teacher turned his attention to the source of my frustration.

Jenna was sitting three desks away, her back against the wall, and from my vantage point, I could only see her profile. Ortega had her legs up on the table and earphones in her ears. It was as if she had erected an invisible wall between us, a clear sign of our tension.

"Ortega!" the teacher scolded with annoyance.

Jenna removed her earphones. "Yes, I understood," she replied through gritted teeth, clearly fed up.

"And remove your feet from the table," the teacher added with exasperation.

Jenna complied, and the teacher gave us one final glance before leaving the room.

I decided to pass the time by pulling out my notebook from my backpack, along with a pencil, and started drawing whatever came to mind. The punishment felt endless, and I needed something to distract myself.

As I drew, I scrutinized Jenna's profile more closely. She was clearly ignoring me, with earphones in her ears and a body posture that sent a clear message: she didn't want to talk at all.

My attention focused on her face, noting her upturned nose, heart-shaped lips, and slightly hollowed cheeks. But what struck me the most were her eyes. They were a deep brown, with long lashes framing them perfectly. They were physically flawless, and they captured the attention of anyone who gazed upon them.

My pencil began moving on the paper almost instinctively, creating lines and shadows that took shape. The graphite flowed on the page, delineating every detail of her brown eyes. Each individual eyelash seemed to come to life, capturing the imaginary light reflecting in her real eyes. It was as if I was trying to capture not only the physical appearance of her eyes but also the essence of what they might hide behind that distant expression.

I stuck out my tongue with a slight smile as I continued to draw, this time focusing on Jenna's eyebrows. She raised an eyebrow with confusion and shot me a glare, clearly feeling my gaze on her.

I increased the pressure on the pencil, creating heavy and precise lines as I outlined the curves of Jenna's eyebrows.

"What a pain," Jenna muttered and then stretched, yawning slightly.

In that motion, she lifted her hoodie slightly, revealing her perfectly flat stomach. I felt a bit embarrassed and quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushed, continuing to draw while only looking at my notebook. I had gotten the sketch I wanted, and now I wanted to fully concentrate on my work, trying to ignore the distractions around me. The tension between us was still palpable, but at least my drawing was taking shape as I desired.

This bitch has some nice facial features, despite being so insufferable I thought with a wry smile.

Her beauty was undeniable, even though her attitude was anything but amiable. It was a contradictory thought, but at least it helped me focus on my work and set aside the tensions.

"I must say I was wrong; you don't draw that badly," a voice murmured beside me.

"What do you want, Ortega?" I asked with a sigh, not in the mood for an argument.

Jenna had placed her hands on my desk, her head close to mine as she closely examined the contents of my notebook. Her breath was very close to my ear, her hair gracefully falling over her shoulders.

"Nothing from you, just the least I can do is see how you draw, considering that my eyes are on that notebook," she confessed in a bored tone.

The desire to draw faded.

Jenna, with a quick movement, sat in the desk next to mine. "Not drawing anymore?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No, I feel a terrible presence by my side... very annoying, I must say," I muttered with faux irony.

Jenna burst into laughter.

"I don't understand why you've become so unbearable, you know?" I asked sincerely. "I remember that we were very close friends as children," I mumbled distractedly, smiling at the memory.

Flashback:

I was a little child using colored pencils, trying my best to color a car printed on a piece of paper.

"Wow, you're really amazing!" a voice came from my right, and I smiled when I saw a girl looking at my drawing.

That girl was completely covered in marker stains and seemed quite clumsy. "Can you teach me?" she asked with bright eyes. "Of course," I muttered absentmindedly, and the girl sat down next to me.

"I'm Jenna," the girl said with a big smile. "Y/N," I returned the smile. "I'm sure you and I will become great friends," she confessed, clumsily coloring the sheet.

"The best!" she added quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it over her lower lip.

"We're friends because I'm helping you draw?" I asked, intrigued and a bit confused.

She tilted her head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Isn't that what friends do?" she innocently asked.

End of the flashback.

The reminiscence of those happy moments with Jenna filled me with warmth, but at the same time, it made me feel the sadness of time passed and friendships lost. It was a missing puzzle piece that I had forgotten, and now I held it in my hands, hoping it could help resolve the current situation between us.

Jenna's fingers snapped in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Everything okay, weirdo?" she asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, pain in the neck," I muttered absentmindedly.

"Ugh... what can I say? Those were good times," she smiled, eliciting a faint smile from me.

"Do you remember the times we used to play Romeo and Juliet?" Jenna asked with a smile on her lips.

I chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? You dressed me up as a prince and said we had to get married," I confessed, making Jenna blush.

"And that time I broke my arm falling from the tree?" she asked, amused.

"I'm sorry about that, it's my fault the ball ended up there," I admitted, remembering the moment when Jenna had tried to catch the ball thrown too high, ending up falling and breaking her arm.

"We were friends... for how long? 7 years?" I asked uncertainly.

"7 years and 4 months," Jenna murmured, surprising me.

"Can you explain why you've become like this?" I asked curiously.

Her smile faded. She crossed her arms around herself, almost embarrassed. "Do you really not remember?" she asked in a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"No," I honestly replied.

"And if I tell you... 'monkey arms'?" she asked, making a grimace.

I widened my eyes in realization.

I couldn't believe it... Jenna had become so unbearable because of a comment I made when we were 12 years old. We were in the gym, ready for our physical education class.

"Hey, Jen," I called my best friend.

Jenna turned toward my direction, looking at me with a smile on her face and bright eyes.

"Tell me," she asked, adjusting her short-sleeved shirt.

"Have you heard the new song 'Dance Monkey'?" I asked, barely holding back my laughter.

"Yes?" she asked unsurely.

"With those arms, it's definitely your song," I exclaimed, making the girls in the locker room burst into laughter.

I was clearly joking. But Jenna looked at me with flushed cheeks and teary eyes, grabbed her hoodie, and rushed out of the locker room. That moment of light teasing had a much deeper impact than I could have ever imagined.

"Oh, crap," I looked at Jenna with wide eyes, incredulous.

"You made my life impossible because of a comment from when we were kids?" I asked, unable to believe it.

Jenna shrugged without thinking, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Because of you, I'm still afraid to wear short sleeves," she confessed.

I analyzed her outfit again: an oversized hoodie that completely covered her arms.

"Damn... Jen, I was just joking! I didn't mean to cause all this drama," I muttered absentmindedly, taking her hand to uncover her arm.

"What are you doing?" she asked in panic.

"Showing that you look amazing regardless," I muttered absentmindedly, trying to address her insecurities.

Jenna blushed, and she seemed almost on the verge of a panic attack. "See?" I asked with a nervous smile.

I ran my fingers along her arm, feeling like a complete idiot for making this girl feel bad for years. I had never thought that such a joke could ruin a friendship.

Jenna broke free from my grasp and got up from the desk, seeing that the science teacher had returned to the classroom, ending our punishment.

"See you tomorrow, loser," Jenna muttered, a small smile on her lips.

In the end, now I knew why Jenna detested me so much. In the end, the responsible, clueless idiot was just me.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #miércoles addams #wednesday x you #bully #hate this #enemy to lovers

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princessfanonanona · 2 years

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Danny rubs his temples, silently begging the building migraine to stop.

Unfortunately, that's not how migraines work.

His parents continue their screaming argument with Mister Lancer.

At this point they're so off from the original topic that he can't even remember what set them off to begin with.

(It was how to properly ensure the students safety.)

More unfortunately, they're in front of the entire school population in the gymnasium.

"You good?" Sam stage whispers from her place on the side of the makeshift stage.

"I'd rather deal with the Observants," he hisses back.

Sam winces.

Danny hiccups on a breath of cold air, as a presence solidifies behind him.

"Good, then maybe we can-" Danny grabs the hand that's placed on his shoulder and flips the Observant over, slamming them bodily between the adults.

The ensuing silence is deafening.

"Ancients, I swear if Johnny is nearby, he's getting souped for a month." Danny mutters walking closer to the ghost.

"Danny?" Maddie asks, a little bit shocked but something like pride in her eyes.

"Nuh-uh," Danny puts his hand up. "You're not touching this one."

Jack frowns, "But it's a-"

"I don't care-"

The Observant groans, trying to sit up. He stomps on their shoulder, pinning them to the stage.

"-and you shut up, I'll deal with you in a second."

The eyeball glares at him, "I will not be treated in such a manner."

Danny pulls out his thermos, "You want to be souped?"

The Observant holds their hands up, palms out.

"That's what I thought, now you two-"

"Did you just negotiate with a ghost?" Maddie asks, a little gobsmacked.

"Yes, now you two are going to pack your weapons up into the GAV and go home."

She frowns. "This is an educational-"

"Yeah no, it stopped being educational 30 minutes ago when you started a screaming match with Mr. Lancer."

"We did not-"

"I do have to agree," Principal Ishiyama says, watching the ghost warily as she steps on stage. "It would be best if you two were to leave, this assembly has officially lost its purpose. Or we can have you forcibly removed."

Maddie glares at her while Jack frowns, gaze bouncing back and forth between the ghost and Danny.

"It's just letting you hold it down?" Jack asks.

"They're a they, not an it, and yes because they know to wait their turn." Danny says.

The Observant makes a noise that's a cross between a huff and a growl. Danny shifts more weight onto their shoulder, wiggling the thermos.

They fall silent.

"Go home, or at the very least, get off the stage," he says.

Maddie narrows her eyes behind her goggles but pulls Jack back. Her hand drifts to her pocketed gun.

"Mr. Lancer, unfortunately I think I'll be missing the rest of the school day. This has a bit of a higher priority." Danny waves a hand at the ghost.

Lancer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ghost nonsense is not a higher priority than your education," Ishiyama states.

Danny frowns as something cold touches his shoulder. Stepping back he flips the now visible second Observant over his shoulder, slamming them into the first.

The both make a pained noise as the stage cracks.

"Sure, and more will keep showing up until this is dealt with," Danny says.

"How many more are there?" Lancer asks.

He shrugs.

He blinks, eyes shifting to the side as he feels another cold spot form.

Pivoting on his heel, he slams his leg into the next Observant, doubling them over.

"Seriously?!" Danny throws his hands up, "Can you guys chill for once in your afterlife?"

"This is of utmost urgency," the second Observant says, floating upright.

"I said I would deal with you guys in a minute."

"Technically speaking, you only told-"

Danny punches that one in the eyeball.

The three other Observants visibly wince.

"Mister Lancer, can I be excused now, please?"

"Wait, go where?" Jack asks.

"You're not going anywhere, Daniel James Fenton," Maddie draws her gun.

"Ooh you got full named," the punched Observant mocks.

"I will literally soup you where you float," Danny hisses.

"Step away from the ectoplasmic embo-"

"Or what, you gonna shoot me?" Danny snaps. He presses the heel of his hand against his temple. "Go ahead, shoot me in front of my entire school. Show everyone how you're such a caring mother."

She flinches, as if slapped.

Danny doesn't stop the next two Observants, who show up simultaneously, from grasping his shoulders.

He does, however, uncap the thermos to suck five of the Observants into it. The very first Observant remains, still laying where they were.

"Hey, George-"

"That's not my name," they cross their arms.

"And I'm not spending nine minutes to say your full name, so George, can you tell the rest of your collection to chill for five fucking minutes?" Danny rubs his temple again.

They squint up at him.

"You can have my full undivided attention in five.

"You have four minutes and 55 seconds left," they say before vanishing in a swirl of ectoplasm.

"That was some fine ghost wrangling," Jack says.

Danny pivots to face his teacher and principal. "I'm leaving with or without your permission."

Ishiyama frowns, "you will be doing no su-"

"Fine," Lancer cuts in, "But I expect you to inform us when you return. And a complete report on my desk first thing tomorrow morning."

"Report?" Danny blanches.

"Explaining whatever," he gestures to the cracked stand, "this all is."

Sam jumps onto the stage to press a bottle of pills into his hand.

"Excedrin, you better take it now before you go," she says.

Danny opens his mouth to say thanks when a portal opens under his feet.

"Oh you are getting fucking s-!"

#danny phantom #dp phic #phanfic #danny has ran out of fucks to give #bamf danny #lancer knows au #this is somewhat of a continuation of the amnesia danny fic #if you count writing the before events as continuation #did i write this whole thing cause i wanted danny to beat up some observants? yes #jack is trying to be a good parent #hes just a little confused #nona writes

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 2 months

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Clumsy girl.

Request: Fluff, Fluffy Fluff Fluff please. Jack Dawkins and reader, she's a clumsy lady from town who is friends with Hetty. Belle is still in it but they don't have a relationship. Jack secretly likes reader. You can choose the storyline etc.

"Oh y/n what have you done this time?" Hetty asks as you walk up to her.

"What do you mean, I'm perfectly well." You say, words slightly slurred. Hetty reached up to your head, pushing back your hair to look at the wound.

"y/n?" She sighs. You smile at her and shrug, "come on." She takes your shoulder and leads you further into the hospital. Before she could get you to the ward you see Jack jumping down the back staircase, from the doctor's residency rooms.

"Oh good afternoon y/n. Look at your head. Come upstairs." He takes your arm from Hetty, "Thank you nurse." He says to his long time friend.

"umm excuse me you can't just take patients up there." A very posh and very annoyed voice calls over to you both.

"No worries Lady Belle. She is a friend. We shan't be a moment." Jack sarcastically grinned at the blonde woman and continued walking.

"Who is that?" You ask.

"The Governor's daughter, fancies herself a surgeon. Sneed let's her waltz around cause he wants to bed her." He laughed.

"ha, always trying to get one over, isn't he." You say as Jack leads you into his bedroom. You sit down on the end of the bed and Jack darts to his table where he grabs some cloths and bandages. He sits beside you, one leg folded below him.

"What happened this time, y/n?" He asks as he takes a better look at your head wound.

"Oh, you know me, I tripped, the table was I'm sure two feet to the left." You say. Jack looks down at you, concern painted across his eyes.

"y/n, you're not yourself. Lay down." He stands and guides you by the shoulders to the pillow.

"Jack if you wanted me in your bed all you have to do is ask." You say, eyes feeling heavy.

"Alright, you just lay back and rest I'll stitch this up for you okay." His voice is hardly higher than a whisper. The comfort of his feather pillows draws you to sleep.

When at last you stir and open your eyes you see Jack close by sitting in a wooden dining chair, his feet propped up on the end of the bed beside him Hetty stands, a hand on her hip and one fiddling with her apron. You stayed still to listen to them.

"I do worry about her. Could there be something worse happening?" The nurse and your long time friend asked him.

"I don't know, when she's here we never see her fall or stumble." Jack narrowed his lips and clenched his jaw.

"You think, she only has her father at home." Hetty explained. The pair fell silent and Hetty leaves the room.

"I know you're awake, y/n." Jack pulls his legs back and leans forward.

"How?" You ask opening your eyes.

"your breathing changed." He grinned.

"Doctor Dawkins, please don't think bad of my father, I really am clumsy." You say.

"Yes well, unfortunately for.him, I have decided that he can't have you back. I want you to stay here." Jack moved so he was crouching in front of you.

"For how long?" You ask. Jack helps you to sit up in the bed.

"Well actually, indefinitely." He explains. Panic makes your heart beat rapidly inside your chest.

"No, I can't do that. He needs...I couldn't..." you start to push the sheets back to get out of bed but Jack takes your hands.

"y/n, you have...what if I... I'd very much like you to be here." Jack struggles to find the words.

"It's okay, Doctor I really have no skills to help in the hospital so I could never pay for the health care." You protest once again pushing yourself off the bed.

"No, you don't understand." Jack stands, a hand on his hip and the other rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not very good at this at all. I don't want you to stay here as a patient." He tries again.

"Then as what? A servant? I'm a good cook-"

"No!" He cuts you off, "Not as a servant as my...well as my wife." He finally says, dropping his chin to his chest. You stop and stand still looking up to him. You couldn't describe the feeling that shuddered throughout your body.

"Why...but we don't, I mean you have not..." It was your turn to lose the ability to speak. Jack took two large steps toward you and took your hands in his.

"I have liked you since the moment I first saw you, but I never thought you'd feel the same for me. I figured you'd have a long list of suitors but I can't do this anymore, y/n. I can't keep seeing you come in here bruised and battered by some old man who doesn't treat you exactly how you should be."

Unsure how to reply you slip back onto the bed trying to work out what he was saying. Jack crouched in front of you.

"I have no money and nothing to offer you but this room, and a husband who would love you." He says.

"You love me?" You ask with a smile. Jack lets out a single laugh

"I've been trying to find a way of telling you for a long time." He smiles.

"Well, we will need some things in here, a woman's touch and it could look quite lovely." You say looking around yourself.

"Is, is that a yes?" Jack asks.

"Yes Jack, I'll marry you."

#jack dawkins and belle #jack dawkins x y/n #jack dawkins x reader #jack dawkins #the artful dodger x reader

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Breaking Up Slowly: Four

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only, mild angst, broken bone (no gore), alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected piv, soft!joel makes an appearance or two)

word count: 6.8k

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“Watch your step,” Joel gripped your arm to hold you steady as your ankle twisted on an unsteady rock, the mountains near Bear Lake in Idaho proving to be your least favorite terrain so far.

Letting out a curse, you sat yourself down on the rocky slope, holding your ankle as though it would fix the damage that had already been done. Joel took a seat beside you and lifted your leg onto his lap, his rough hands inspecting your ankle to assess the injury. “Looks like you’ll live, but you should take it easy. No more runnin’ off.”

“I wasn’t runnin’ off. I just wanted to rinse off in the creek,” you groaned, wincing as his fingers kneaded at the inflamed muscle of your lower leg.

“Yeah, well,” Joel sighed. “Clearly, it ain’t meant to be.”

“Everything okay?” Ellie called out from the top of the rocky hill where the three of you had set up camp.

“Yeah,” Joel called back on your behalf, his hand working it’s way up to your calf as he continued to massage away the tension in your muscles.

“How far are we from the university?” you asked, laying back against the smooth, martian-looking rock.

“I reckon we’re a few days out,” he replied in his trademark gruff tone, though these days it was laced with an undeniable gentleness ever since your reconciliation. “You can wash up there.”

“I was hoping to get clean sooner so that…you know—“ You looked bashful as you flickered your eyes to his crotch. Joel let out a chuckle and shook his head at you, amused by your determination. “Don’t laugh! I’m desperate, Joel. We haven’t done so much as kiss since Jackson—“

He shut you up with his lips pressing against yours, your argument gone as his tongue swiped it away.

“Darlin’, you ain’t gotta be squeaky clean for me,” he reassured with a smile, his lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll take ya however I can get ya.”

“Romantic, but I doubt it. Besides, it’s hard to feel sexy when I’m covered in sweat and dirt and blood,” you countered, moving your leg off his lap so that you could move closer to him, your fingers drawing shapes on his jean-clad thigh.

“Even with a busted ankle, you’re tryin’ to seduce me,” Joel teased, grabbing your hand and lifting it to his lips, placing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll take care o’ya when we get to the University. Promise.”

“Fine,” you agreed with a playful pout, allowing him to help you onto your feet and carry some of your weight as you both made your way back up the mountain to camp.

“God, your ankle looks like shit,” Ellie pointed out as you limped your way over to the campfire, sitting down on the solid ground with a grunt.

“Thanks,” you snarked with a pained look on your face. “Ridicule does wonders for the pain.”

“Are you really this grumpy because you two haven’t been able to make out since Jackson?” she stated more than asked, earning a scoff and a pebble thrown into her lap.

“Ellie,” Joel barked as he walked over, squatting down to sit in front of your busted ankle. “She’s right, though.”

“About the making out?” Ellie interjected with a smirk shot your way.

“About the ankle,” he corrected with an unamused tone. “I’ll go find somethin’ to wrap it up with. Don’t get up.”

“Yes, sir,” you snarked, giving him a salute as he stood upright. Joel chuckled, regardless of his best attempt not to, and shook his head.

“No wonder I’m turnin’ grey. Look at the goddamn comedians I’ve been blessed with.”

“Hey!” Ellie threw a rock at his leg. “You ever consider maybe we are hilarious and you’re the one without a funny bone in his old and achy body?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, a smirk on your face. Joel looked between the two of you with a look of utter disbelief, a scoff leaving his lips.

“Just for that, I’m keepin’ this—“ He walked over and pulled out a hefty can of “fruit cocktail”, the sight making both of your mouths water as you began to object. “All to myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you pointed a finger at him, his smile growing wider as he raised an eyebrow in challenge. “May I remind you of something I’ll keep all to myself if you betray us like this?”

“Ew, but yeah!” Ellie added, standing up and walking over to him. In her most threatening voice, she placed a hand on the can and spoke, “Sharing is caring, Joel. Share.”

“You’re a scary kid, you know that?” Joel handed over the can of fruit and Ellie smiled proudly as she opened it and walked over to sit beside you. Joel joined the two of you, handing you each a fork. “Y’all enjoy, I’m gonna go see if I can find somethin’ for dinner.”

You were quick to move, attempting to shuffle to your feet. “I’ll come wi—“

“No,” he pointed at your ankle. “You’re gonna sit here and eat. I’ll be fine. Only thing out here to worry about are mountain lions.”

“Oh, is that all?” you snarked, unhappy with his choice to go alone. “Be back before sunset, please. I don’t want to go looking for you in the dark.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Joel arrived back to camp right on time, the sunset right behind him as he strutted to the two of you with a few rabbits tossed over his shoulder.

“How’d you manage to find anything out here?” Ellie asked jumping up to help as he hung the rabbits up on a tree branch to do the skinning and dressing.

“Guess I’m just good like that,” he quipped, shooting you a glance as you remained seated in the same spot he left you in. Your face was scrunched in pain, your forehead covered in sweat even in the winter chill. Looking down, he noticed the small bump on your ankle had now swollen to the size of a tennis ball. “Jesus.”

“I’m fine,” you assured, though the weakness in your voice did little to quell his worry.

“No you ain’t.” He walked over to you, leaving Ellie with the knife so that she could start on skinning. Crouching down beside you, he placed his cold hand in the inflamed flesh of your ankle and hissed at the heat it was radiating. “Shit—maybe you broke it after all.”

“Regardless,” you panted, resting your head against the tree behind you. “Not much I can do about it out here.”

“No,” he agreed. “Damn it. We gotta get you back to Jackson.”

“What? No.” You stared at him like he was crazy, but all he did was stare back just the same. “We’re so close!”

He shook his head. “We’re at the halfway mark. Besides, not like you’re gonna be much help out here with a goddamn broken ankle.”

“Joel—“

“No. We’re headin’ back.” He stood and walked back to Ellie to help with the rabbits, the conversation ending there.

After dinner, Joel lit a small fire to keep him and Ellie warm as the three of you cozied up in your sleeping bags. You didn’t need any extra warmth with the fever you were running, but still joined Joel in his sleeping bag just to be close to him.

You hugged his back, allowing him to lay on his good side to keep an ear out for trouble, not that you and Ellie needed much help at this point. He’d already shown you all you needed to know, and was confident that the two of you could handle people, maybe even a runner if you had enough time to grab your gun. Still, as though it was his life’s purpose—perhaps it was—he remained on alert, ready to lay down his life for the two of you at any given moment. Sometimes, you wondered whether death itself would even be able to stop him.

“Joel?” you whispered, earning a grunt in response. “You’re not…not gonna leave me behind, are you?”

He shuffled a bit, turning just enough to look at you over his shoulder.

“Might,” he replied. “If your leg is broken, I can’t have you out here, baby…s’too dangerous.”

That was the closest he’d come to uttering those three words since the night you shared in Jackson.

“Joel,” you sighed, though in retrospect it sounded more like a whine. “I don’t…I can’t be alone. Not again.”

“We aren’t leavin’ forever,” he assured, his eyes flickering to your lips. “I’m comin’ back. Both of us are comin’ back.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can.” His words were sure, as if he had foresight into the future. As if he had any control over anything out here. “Get some sleep.”

“Can…can I just ask one more thing?” Joel nodded. “Kiss me.”

Turning onto his other side, he faced you, his knuckles sweeping across your cheeks as he brushed his nose against yours. Leaning in, he pressed his chapped lips against your own, slowly, gently working them like the two of you had all the time in the world, even if you both knew you didn’t.

You melted into his touch like some needy, unloved thing, desperate for any sign that you were worth something. That someone wanted you. And for the first time in a long time, you felt satisfied knowing that someone did.

“Well that was fast,” Tommy smiled as he greeted the three of you at the gate, his eyes taking all three of you in to assess your state. “What brought y’all back?”

Joel helped Ellie down before more carefully helping you, your ankle still swollen and bruised.

“Jesus,” Tommy winced as Joel lifted the hem of your ankle to show his brother the injury. “C’mon, let’s get you to the clinic.”

You threw your arms around both of the Millers shoulders, allowing them to carry most of your weight as they walked you through the town. Ellie followed behind with Callus, leading him by the reins until Maria intercepted her with a call of her name.

“Ellie, you can bring him over here, I’m on my way to the stables,” she called. Joel gave her a nod, encouraging her to go off and explore a bit while the three of you continued on.

Inside the clinic, you were set down on a gurney, a doctor walking over to greet you with a smile.

“Hi there. Let’s take a look.” She lifted the hem of your jeans, your foot covered in only a thick, wool sock ever since the night of your injury. “Well, it’s certainly broken.”

“Thanks,” Joel snarked, rolling his eyes as he stood by the head of the gurney, protectively guarding you even in this sanctuary of a town.

“We’ll get a cast put on, but in the meantime, I’ll give you an IV with some pain meds.” You shook your head at her, earning a quirk of her brow.

“No meds,” you croaked. “Don’t want to be sedated.”

“Baby,” Joel looked down at you and rested his palm on your forehead. “You’re in pain.”

“I don’t care. I want to be conscious.” With a sigh, he turned to the doctor and shrugged.

“No meds, I guess.”

“Well, I need to give you something for the fever at least.”

“As long as it doesn’t put me out.”

Tommy and Joel kept you company on either side of the gurney as you laid there, dreading your stubborn decision not to accept any meds as the nurse poked at your very dehydrated veins to put the IV in. Even before the outbreak, needles were never easy, but now? With hardly any food or water in your system to keep you conscious? You reached for Joel’s hand and squeezed it to ground yourself, forcing his conversation with his younger brother to pause.

“You alright?” he asked, squeezing your hand back.

“Yeah, just…feel…faint,” you managed, your voice barely a whisper.

“Can you just fuckin’ find a goddamn vein already? She’s about to pass out,” Joel turned to the nurse still poking around, shocking the younger man with his tone.

“Joel, calm down,” Tommy interjected calmly. “We don’t talk like that ‘round here.”

Joel clenched his jaw as he looked at his brother like he was the crazy one, but your hand squeezing his called him back to you, his glare softening as he met your eyes.

“M’okay, just…talk to me,” you whispered, earning a nod. Joel slid the chair that was sitting against the wall over and pulled it up next to the gurney, both of his hands holding yours as the nurse moved to the other arm to try to find a vein there.

“What…what do you want for dinner?” he asked, struggling to find a topic of conversation that didn’t revolve around survival or wouldn’t offend your current company.

“Mm,” you hummed in thought, closing your eyes as your ears started to ring.

“Baby,” he called, reaching a hand up to your clammy cheek. “C’mon, stay awake.”

“Potatoes,” you managed, lost somewhere between consciousness and blacking out.

“Got one,” the nurse declared, taping over the IV to keep it in place before leaving the three of you.

“All done,” Joel assured, wiping his hand over your damp forehead as your head rolled to the side to look at him. “So you want potatoes? Tommy, can we—“

“We got all the potatoes you could ever want,” he assured with a soft smile, though Joel could see the thoughts running through his little brother's mind.

Tommy hadn’t seen Joel this way in a long, long time. Even back in the day when he saw the two of you together in the QZ, it was never like this. It seemed to be a jarring sight for the younger Miller, seeing his hardened older brother—the same brother that killed, tortured, hell, fucking maimed people—be so gentle with a person. Ellie was one thing, but to see him this way with a partner? He never would’ve expected it.

“How about some chicken?” you asked, still weak.

“We got chicken,” Tommy chuckled. “I’ll go let Maria know. We can all have dinner…like a family.”

“Yeah,” Joel puffed out what you both knew to be a chuckle. “One fucked up family.”

“Ain’t we always been that way, though?” Tommy asked, smiling at his brother. Joel nodded his head, but his eyes couldn’t take much more contact with Tommy’s. He turned back to you, smoothing over your forehead like you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

By the time they’d finished getting your leg in the cast, you were exhausted. In retrospect, you should have just taken your opportunity for some pain relief because it seemed like you weren’t going to remain conscious anyways.

As soon as Joel got you back to the house Tommy and Maria kindly set the two of you and Ellie up in, he carried you upstairs bridal style and set you up in bed. He carefully undressed you until you were in just your undershirt and your underwear, before surprising you by undressing to just his briefs. Your heavy eyes tried to blink away your exhaustion to take in the sight of his body after having gone so many days without so much as a peek, but as soon as Joel realized you were watching him instead of resting, he shook his head.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he warned with a smirk as he climbed in beside you and cozied up to your form. “You need some sleep.”

“I need you,” you croaked, reaching for his chest to pull him closer to you. Joel mumbled a soft rejection but pulled your body into his, spooning you tightly from behind.

“Sleep,” he commanded. “Then maybe later on we can see about the other stuff.”

“Such a prude,” you teased, his warmth crowding you making you feel even more tired than before. With a soft yawn, you cozied into the pillow beneath your head and held his hand as it rested just below your breasts. “Wake me up for dinner.”

“I will,” he promised.

Downstairs, Ellie and Maria worked on stocking the pantry for you given that you were going to be staying here for a while.

“So,” Maria started with a smile. “What’s the history with those two?”

“Not completely sure. Complicated, whatever it is,” she replied as she placed a few cans of beans onto the shelf while Maria stocked the fridge with milk and eggs.

“Tommy said the same thing.”

“What did I say?” Tommy walked in and strutted over to his wife, placing a kiss upon her cheek.

“That whatever those two upstairs have going on is complicated,” she answered.

“Well, I used to think it was, but you should’a seen Joel at the clinic,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Like…like I went back in time. He hasn’t been that way with anybody since before everything went to hell.”

“What about that one girlfriend of his you were telling me about…Tess?” Maria asked and Ellie tensed.

“She, uh…she died,” Ellie muttered quietly, as if bringing it up was forbidden. As far as Joel was concerned, it was.

“Joel didn’t tell me any of that.” Tommy stared at his wife with a crease in his brow. “When did that—“

Ellie’s pointed look stopped him from finishing his question.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Am I missing something?” Maria asked, looking between the pair. Tommy quickly shook his head and forced a smile onto his face.

“Nope.”

The smell of mashed potatoes and roasted chicken stirred you awake, your stomach rumbling like an alarm. You turned your head a bit to find Joel still fast asleep, his cheek pressed against your back as if he was trying to burrow into you. You shuffled, turning a bit, careful not to scratch his leg with the stiff plaster of your cast as you faced him. He didn’t stir and you were glad, taking advantage of the moment to simply study him. He always woke before you, leaving you no time to admire the softness of his features as he dreamed.

His upper lip twitched as you grazed his cheekbone with your fingertips, his skin smooth aside from a few scars. His eyelashes were so long. How did you never notice it before? And his nose, god, his nose. You ran your fingertip along the bridge of it, causing him to twitch, his eyes batting as he finally woke. When they settled on you, your breath hitched, the richness of his brown irises so much softer than they were when he was on guard. You liked him this way. You liked him every way.

“How long have you been starin’ at me?” he asked, voice hoarse and deep from sleep.

“Not long enough,” you replied. Joel huffed out a soft chuckle and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Dinner smells good.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grunt as he climbed out of bed and redressed. “You ready to go down and socialize?”

“I’m ready to go down and eat,” you replied, still too tired and in pain to get excited about having company tonight. Joel chuckled and nodded in understanding as he walked to your side of the bed and helped you up onto your feet.

“Alright, come here,” he ordered, moving to carry you but you stopped him.

“As much as I love being carried around like a princess, it is a little bit of a dramatic entrance, don’t you think?” Joel shook his head. “How about you just—“

“How about you hush and let me carry you so you don’t hurt yourself again?” His eyebrow was raised, daring you to challenge him. You smiled to yourself, amused by his way of declaring his love for you.

“Alright,” you agreed with a shrug and a smile. “But I want you to make it known that this was your choice. Don’t want them thinking I order you around.”

“Anythin’ you say, my queen,” he sassed with a smirk of his own as he scooped you up into his arms with a huff that worried you.

“Don’t drop me.”

“I might if you keep up this attitude.” Despite his words, he was all smiles, as relaxed as you’d seen him since…well, ever. You wanted to freeze time, to keep him locked away in this house. To keep him locked away from everything bad that touched him and turned him cruel. If only.

“There she is.” Tommy greeted you with a friendly smile as Joel made his way down the stairs with you cradled safely in his arms. “Miss America.”

“Miss Apocalypse,” Ellie corrected with a playful smirk, forcing a chuckle out of you.

“Miss fucking starving,” you chimed in as Joel set you down in a chair at the dining table. “The food smells great.”

As Maria plated the food, Joel got himself situated beside you. He lifted your cast to rest over his lap so that it could remained elevated, but the gentle hand he rested over it, this thumb stroking over the rough material, made you think it was less for your benefit and more for his.

“So,” Tommy sat down at the head of the table beside his brother. “How was the trip?”

Joel let out a breath of a chuckle and shook his head, reaching for the glass of whiskey Tommy had set down in front of him.

“Wasn’t too bad,” he replied. “Until this one went wanderin’ off and broke her ankle.”

“Yeah, how’d that happen? I expect a good war story, now,” Tommy smiled at you and you forced one back.

“Just wanted to rinse off in the creek,” you manage, keeping your eyes on your fingertip as it traced the pattern of the table cloth. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, the worry in them, and it forced you to chirp up. “Or maybe I just couldn’t wait to get back here to paradise.”

“Thought that might be it,” Tommy replied, his smile returning as he took a sip of his drink.

You’re soon eating—or devouring, more accurately. Maria and Ellie update you on the state of the pantry and fridge, but truthfully you weren’t paying much attention. Maria had said something that struck you, “I’ll be in and out all day to help you out since you’re gonna be all alone in this big ole house for a while.”

Yes. Alone. The one thing you never, ever wanted to be again. You’d come too close to the edge the last time he was taken from you—the last time he left. Could you survive it again?

You reasoned that this goodbye was only temporary, that he wasn’t leaving you, he was just leaving to come right back. But who could promise that? Not you, not Joel, not God or whatever cruel form it took. The minute he and Ellie leave these walls…they’re in danger of leaving you forever.

“Hey,” Ellie spoke in a whisper, reaching over to rest her hand on top of yours. “You okay?”

You nodded your head and fixed a smile onto your face. She didn’t buy it.

“Hey,” she turned to the table and called attention. “What do you say we play a game? I got a deck of cards?”

“Spoons?” Maria suggested, bringing a smile to your face.

“Sounds like fun,” you nodded, thankful for the distraction.

For the first time in a long time, it felt like the world was back to normal. You weren’t a survivor, you were just at home with family, having dinner, playing a silly game next to the man you loved.

You stole sips of his whiskey throughout the night, enough to feel fuzzy and warm instead of fearful and so, so cold. Joel’s hand wandered from where it started the evening, creeping up your cast until he was touching the soft denim over your knee, working you up and making you needier with each stroke of his thumb.

“Well, we should be gettin’ to bed,” Tommy announced, stretching as he stood up and wrapped an arm around his wife. “I’ll see y’all off tomorrow mornin’, alright? Say around nine?”

“A late start,” Joel noted, voice raspy and deep from exhaustion.

“Well, we had a late night,” Tommy argued. “Sleep in, old man. Lord knows you need it.”

“Guess I’ll be going to bed, too.” Ellie stood up and grabbed her glass, walking it to the sink and filling it up. “Night. See you in the morning.”

“See you,” you managed, melancholy creeping back in through the cracks of your slowly dwindling buzz.

Joel turned to look at you, his hand now sliding up to knead at your thigh, pulling your eyes to his. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied, cracking a half smile. “You feelin’ alright?”

“No,” you confessed, albeit lightheartedly as you plucked his glass from his free hand and lifted it to your lips. “I’m losing everyone I love tomorrow.”

“No—“

“Don’t you dare try and convince me not to worry,” you interrupted in a soft, vulnerable whisper. “You can’t promise me you’ll come back. Or that she’ll come back.”

“I can promise you—” He leaned in, close enough for you to smell the liquor on his breath. “We’re comin’ back.”

“Yeah,” you huffed a chuckle and looked down at the amber liquor you were swirling around the glass. Joel plucked it from your fingers and set it down on the table before bringing your hand to his cheek, letting it rest there. His eyes were so round as he looked at you, pleading with you to forgive him for what you knew he had to do—for this mission he had to finish, and for the fact that you couldn’t be there with him to do it.

“You ready to go to bed?” he asked, the question taking the place of a more sentimental one: will you let me love you while I can? The answer was the same for both.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Take me to bed.”

Joel wasted no time in getting you picked up into his strong arms, your mind fuzzy enough from the whiskey that you didn’t complain this time around. You actually enjoyed being held by him so carefully and reliably. You knew that as long as he was this close to you, as long as these arms were holding you, everything would be alright. Another wave of sadness washed over you as you realized come morning, he’d be gone, and instead of everything being alright, everything would now be uncertain.

“Stop thinkin’,” he whispered as he ascended the steps of the staircase.

“Sorry,” you replied, even softer. Joel looked at you carefully as he stilled at the top of the stairs, his eyes darting across your features. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s gonna be the last time. Like you’re trying to remember me.” Joel’s chest tightened at the sound of your voice, vulnerable and fearful.

He didn’t want to leave you anymore than you wanted him to leave, but…after everything it took to get here? All the danger, all the close calls…after what Tess sacrificed for this little girl Joel now came to see as a daughter. He had to leave, had to get Ellie to these goddamn Fireflies, and then, he could come back. He could love you right and never leave you again. You two could have a second shot at this thing he always wanted to have with you but never could allow himself to while in the QZ.

“I love you.” His confession was soft, almost missable to anyone who wasn’t focused on every single breath he made. You swallowed thickly, those words bittersweet in the moment, but you knew they’d be a balm later on, soothing your anxious heart when he was out on the road.

“Love you,” you managed, weak and cracking. Joel walked down the hall past Ellie’s bedroom and into yours. Carefully, he set you down on your good foot to help you undress, peeling your jeans and underwear off first before slipping your thermal long sleeve over your head. “Can you help me wash up first?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Ain’t that what got you in this mess in the first place?”

“Yeah,” you breathed a laugh through your nostrils. “Should at least get clean since I already paid the price for it.”

“Gotta find you somethin’ for the cast, hold on. Sit right there,” he ordered, placing you on the edge of the bed while he hurried downstairs to find a trash bag or something to wrap your leg in. He returned a minute later with a bit of duct tape and a black trash bag. “Ya know, I broke my leg back in high school. Ended my football career.”

“Oh, your promising football career, huh?” you smiled, the domesticity of the moment helping to alleviate both the ache in your chest and in your ankle.

“Nah, Tommy was always the superstar. I had more fun bein’ stuck at home playin’ my guitar all day,” he replied, flashing you that winning smile of his. “While he was out practicin’ in the hot sun, I was inside in the cool air, practicin’ pluckin’ my strings.”

“That what they called it back then? Pluckin’ your strings?” you teased, making him chuckle.

“No need to practice that, I’d already mastered it.”

“And you didn’t go blind or grow hair on your palms?” you continued, earning another laugh and a glimpse of that dimple.

“Nope,” he assured, still wearing that grin as he taped the trash bag closed around your knee. “Alright, enough of you teasin’ me, let’s get you cleaned, baby.”

“Calling me baby again,” you mumbled to yourself but he caught it.

“Don’t like it?”

“No,” you urgently shook your head. “I really like it.”

“Good,” he nodded and helped walk you into the en-suite. “Can you keep yourself upright while I get undressed?”

“Yeah,” you replied, watching him as he leaned over the tub to turn the water on—the hot water, you quickly remembered.

Joel stood up and turned to face you as he undressed, a cocky smile on his face as he watched your eyes follow his fingertips as they moved to unbutton his flannel. He smirked as your tongue swept over your bottom lip as he shrugged the fabric off and moved to unbutton his jeans. He lowered his eyes to watch your fingers twitch against the counter as you used it to balance yourself, fighting the urge to let you reach out and help him with his zipper.

“You really need it that bad, baby?” he husked, surprising you with his voice as you’d been lost in a trance watching him slowly expose his body one article of clothing at a time. Lifting your eyes to meet his, you let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Guess so,” you replied. Joel shucked his jeans and briefs off in one clean motion before walking to you, crowding you against the counter with one hand on your face, the other gripping your hip.

“I need it that bad, too,” he whispered against your lips as he brushed his across yours, pressing his hardening length against your stomach.

“You’re better at hiding it than me,” you replied, drunk on him now rather than the whiskey. “Barely made it tonight with your hand on my thigh.”

“Trust me,” he started, pausing to give you a kiss. “Thought about tellin’ everyone to fuck off so I could lay you out on that table and have you for dessert.”

“Joel,” you sighed, desperate for more of him. He seemed to know what you were asking for, nodding at you before helping you into the tub.

“Keep your cast propped over the edge,” he reminded as he helped you sink into the hot water.

“Is it a coincidence that now I’m spread eagle, or was that the plan all along?” you asked with a smile, watching as Joel shrugged playfully.

“We may never know.” Climbing in behind you, he let you rest against his chest in the cramped space, his body feeling like a warm brick wall against your back. His hands wandered, fingertips grazing your skin and trailing droplets of water across the skin of your stomach. You hummed contentedly at the contact, your head falling back to rest against his collarbone. He took the opportunity as it was presented to him and pressed soft, so fucking soft, kisses down the side of your face and jaw, causing you to open your neck up to him.

Water splashed across your skin as he moved to grab the bar of soap on the edge of the tub, dipping it into the water before lathering it in his hands. He didn’t leave your neck the entire time, leaving sweet love bites that had you pushing back against him in search of more while he lathered the soap across your chest, stomach and arms.

“Should get you to bathe me more often,” you purred softly as he rinsed the soap off your body and flattened his palm over the swell of your lower belly. You smiled as he nipped at your jaw and slid his hand lower and lower until he was cupping your center, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit just enough to make you keen for him. “Don’t tease,” you whined. “You promised.”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed in your ear and you could feel his smile grow as he nuzzled his cheek against yours, both of your eyes fixing on where his hand rested between your thighs just below the surface of the water. “You want my fingers, baby?”

“I want anything you’ll give me,” you replied, desperate and needy. Joel didn’t make you wait long, bringing two of his fingers to circle over your clit for a while, lighting you up and soothing you all at once. Your hands clawed at his thighs that bracketed your hips as he moved his fingers round and round, round and round before he slid them lower and carefully slid into your eager entrance. Your head fell back as he curled his fingers inside of you, finding that gummy spot that made your toes curl. “So good…your fingers are s-so good.”

“Yeah?” he hummed the question into your ear almost patronizingly as he sped up his thrusts, adding his thumb back to your clit. “That feel good, baby?”

“So good,” you confirmed, squeezing his thighs and letting a choked moan slip from your lips. “Want more of you. Want everything.”

“You have me,” he promised, kissing your cheek. “You always have me, baby.”

You reached back between your bodies to find him hard and throbbing in your fist, a groan slipping from his lips as he kept them pressed to the side of your face.

“Can’t fuck you in here,” he husked. “Gotta get you in bed.”

After quickly washing and rinsing the rest of your bodies clean, Joel helped you out of the tub and wrapped a towel around you before hanging one low around his waist. He lowered himself to unwrap your cast before standing with you at the sink as the two of you took the all-too rare opportunity to thoroughly brush your teeth and rinse with mouthwash.

After you were both as fresh as you had been in the last twenty years, he walked you to the bed and helped you onto the sheets, laying you down in the middle of the bed before slotting his hips between your thighs. He smiled down at you, so timid and soft and nothing like the man that you knew at the beginning of this journey. You liked him better this way, but not more.

“I want to take my time,” he whispered as his eyes lowered to watch his hand move up and down your side before cupping the weight of your breast. “But everytime I get you like this…can’t help myself.”

“Well,” you started, tipping his chin up with two fingers to bring his eyes back to yours. “Since you’re coming back to me…we’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a flicker of a smile growing on his face as he searched your eyes. “I am comin’ back. You believe me when I say that?”

“I want to,” you replied. “I’m trying to.”

He waited a beat before accepting this was the best he could convince you of his promise. “Okay.”

Casting aside all the fear and worry and sadness and loneliness that already threatened to seep into the moment, you pulled Joel down to crash your lips against his. He moaned, his hands gripping your hips as they rested there, his tongue swiping into your mouth as he grinded the length of his cock against your seam.

“Please,” you breathed out the demand against his lips, your hips lifting to meet his. Joel groaned and nodded, letting go of his firm grip on your hip to fist his length against your entrance, pumping his already reddened and throbbing girth. “Please, please, plea—“

He cut you off with the slick glide of his head into your heat, a strangled groan bursting from his chest as the tight fit.

“Goddamn,” he stilled, trying not to finish before he could even get started. A red flush of embarrassment grew on his neck and chest as he met your eyes. “I should’a made you cum on my tongue first, baby. Don’t know if I can last long enough—“

“No,” you shook your head and reached a hand up to cup his face. “I just want you. Don’t worry about anything, I just…this isn’t about getting off, s’just about feeling you.”

“Baby,” he shivered as his cock slid further into your heat, your back arching as he stroked against your favorite spot. He lowered himself to rest over you, his elbows propping him up on either side of your head. He looked deep into your eyes as his girth stretched you open, your lips parted in a silent cry.

“Joel, it feels so good,” you whispered, brows furrowed as though you were in pain. He nodded in agreement as he leaned in to kiss you slowly, deeply, taking care to keep his thrusts as languid as his kisses to prolong this moment for as long as he could manage. One of your hands slipped between your bodies to work at your clit, causing you to squeeze him as he withdrew his length only to press back in even deeper. Your head pressed hard into the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried not to cum yet, knowing that as soon as you did, Joel would follow and then this would be over for the night.

“Baby,” he whined, raspy and needy. “Can feel you holdin’ back…don’t hold back. Wanna feel you.”

“Don’t want—“ You paused as his cock targeted something devastating inside you, a cry sounding from somewhere deep and broken inside of you that Joel was fixing just by being with you. “God, you feel so good, I don’t want it to stop.”

“We have all night,” he promised. “I’m not choosin’ sleep over you.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your climax becoming harder and harder to fight off. “Joel—“

“I know, baby.” He pressed his lips against your cheek. “Let go.”

You were shoved off the cliffs of euphoria by his command, white-hot bliss paralyzing you for a moment before settling into that familiar fuzzy warmth you always looked forward to. Joel carved his hips into yours three more times—as though he was carving a promise, an I love you into your flesh—before letting go, allowing himself the rare and reckless act of emptying inside you. He didn’t have it in him to part from you, even if it was a risky move.

“Fuck,” he huffed, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “Gimme a second, I’ll go down and get ya some water.”

“Stay,” you commanded while scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. “For as long as you can, tomorrow.”

“I will,” he promised, lifting his head to look into your eyes. “Not leavin’ ‘til we have to.”

“Promise?” you asked, eyes full with vulnerability.

“I promise.”

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