#hopping back and forth between reading and taking notes

[jobean12-blog]

It's a Wrap!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Ft Alpine and Winter)

Word Count: 1,211

Summary: Getting anything done with two floofy floofs around is never easy...of course they're just so cute but also pains in the butt (in the best way!)

Author's Note: Just love Bucky with his animals so much and this idea popped into my head. There is no particular Holiday or occasion mentioned here so whatever one you want to use is perfect! The dog, Winter, is the one I always use in my stories- he has three legs and Bucky adopted him and of course there is Alpine our fav kitty. The photos in my moodboard are what I imagine they'd look like! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff and fun and the cutest animals ever!

“Hey mister!”

Bucky gently tugs the bow from Alpine’s claws.

“That’s not for you to play with! You have plenty of toys!”

Bucky turns to Alpine’s toy bin and points with a stern look. “See…too many toys!”

Winter hops over and nudges Bucky’s arm with a cold nose, a large stuffed duck hanging from his mouth.

Bucky scratches behind the dog’s ears. “I know buddy. That’s your favorite duck.”

Winter’s tail thumps loudly against the side of the couch as he cocks his head to the side.

“If I play now I’ll never get this done,” Bucky tells Winter softly.

He then leans closer to the dog and whispers in his ear. “And if Alpine doesn’t quit his shit I’m gonna have to lock him in the bathroom.”

Winter drops his toy and barks loudly, side eyeing the cat.

“I know,” Bucky says in comradery. “But let’s see how we do.”

Winter promptly does his best stretch and then lays down right next to Bucky.

“Ohhhh big stretch,” Bucky says before giving Winter a pat.

The dog’s long, fluffy and white tail thumps a few more times before he settles quietly, the majority of his body pressed against Bucky’s outstretched leg.

Alpine, not wanting to be left out, sashays over and sits right in front of Bucky, looking up at him with big blue expectant eyes.

“Alpine,” Bucky sighs. “You can’t sit there bud. How am I supposed to wrap?”

The cat blinks several times and then lifts his paw to lick it, clearly uncaring.

Bucky scoops up the cat and positions him on his thigh next to Winter.

Winter ears go up and he sniffs Alpine a few times before settling back down. Alpine gently bats at Winter’s nose before he lays on his side and gets comfortable.

“FINALLY!” Bucky huffs. “Now maybe I can get some things wrapped before Mommy gets home.”

At the word “mommy,” both animals perk up.

“She’ll be home soon,” Bucky assures them with soft pets. “But I need to at least get her gift wrapped first!”

Bucky looks between the rolls of wrapping paper. “Which one should I use?”

Neither Winter nor Alpine respond so Bucky makes a commitment on his own. As soon as he starts to unroll the paper Alpine pounces, pawing and poking at it.

“Alpine!” Bucky chides as he lifts him up. “You can’t play with that!”

Alpine meows loudly as his legs swing back at forth and his tail swishes side to side. Bucky turns the cat so they are face to face.

“Listen you. Unless you’re gonna help you have to behave!”

“MEOW!”

“I’ll put you in the bathroom!”

Winter’s head lifts and he huffs.

“I know I won’t but still…” Bucky grumbles.

He takes Alpine and sets him on his shoulder. “Stay there!”

Alpine digs his claws into Bucky’s Henley and sits perched atop his broad shoulder.

Winter rests his head on Bucky’s thigh.

“Ok, here we go again,” Bucky sighs.

He takes your gift and sets it down in the center of the paper and begins to fold it.

Winter’s wet nose immediately pokes at the paper, leaving a wet spot.

“Doggo!” Bucky says sharply. “Watch that honker.”

Winter’s tail wags still and he scoots closer, inspecting everything with his big black nose.

Once Bucky has it wrapped as best he can he looks at the bag of ribbon.

“This one?” he says as he holds up a particularly pretty one.

Alpine immediately swats at it with a clawed paw and Winter tries to give it a small nibble.

“Shit,” Bucky mutters. “You two are no help!”

Bucky secures the bow as best he can then looks over his handiwork.

“I mean…,” he starts as he looks it over. “It’s the thought that counts right?”

Alpine grows bored with the now wrapped gift and starts to bat at the stray hairs that have fallen loose from Bucky’s bun.

Winter licks Bucky’s hand.

“Thanks guys.”

The sound of the lock turning alerts everyone to your arrival and Bucky quickly hides the gift then follows the animals in their rush to greet you.

“Hi doll face,” Bucky says as he takes you in his arms.

Winter shimmies his large body between the two of you until you pet him and Alpine slips between your legs to rub against you.

“Hi guys!” you smile.

“We missed you,” Bucky says.

“I missed you all more.”

You wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck and press your lips to his.

“What have you been up to?” you whisper.

“Nothin’ much,” Bucky answers.

Winter barks.

You raise an eyebrow and slip from Bucky’s grasp. As you approach the living room Winter bounds past you and starts to dance his paws on top of the mess Bucky left.

“Wrapping?” you ask as Bucky slides up behind you and circles his arms around your waist.

“I thought I should get started,” he murmurs against your ear.

“Want some help?” you ask.

“Definitely,” he answers. “Between these two floofs,” and he motions to Alpine and Winter, “I only got one thing wrapped.”

Bucky sits and leans back along the couch, spreading his legs wide and patting between them. You sit in the open space and rest your back to his chest.

As soon as you grab the wrapping paper, Alpine appears out of nowhere and attacks it.

“See what I’ve been dealing with!” Bucky whines even as you feel his body shake with laughter. “A menace!

Winter, as if knowing he was left out, tries to smash his way onto Bucky’s lap.

“TWO MENACES!” Bucky adds in a huff.

You giggle and pick up Alpine, smooshing him to your chest and cooing at him sweetly.

“Have you been driving daddy nuts all afternoon my sweet boy?”

Alpine nuzzles his head under your chin and purrs.

“And what about you,” you say to Winter as you wrap your free arm around his fluffy neck and scratch his head. “Who’s my good boy?”

Winter’s whole-body wiggles in joy and he starts to lick your face.

“Aw Buck. They couldn’t have been that bad!”

Bucky grumbles something inaudible from behind you and it only makes you love on the babies more.

“How about we just have a cuddle party? We can wrap later,” you suggest.

“I love this plan,” Bucky hums. “But first…we need sustenance!”

He stands and then helps you up before walking into the kitchen. You hear the rustle of bags and the banging of cabinets as you prepare the couch with the pillows and blankets.

As soon as you’re seated Winter paws at the spot on the cushion where he usually lays. You give him a small lift to help him up and then watch as Alpine walks along the edge of the couch and jumps down to the pillow below.

Bucky comes back in with his arms full of goodies.

“Look at this cuddle party,” he muses as he sits next to you.

You snuggle into Bucky’s side and Winter snuggles closer to you. Even Alpine curls up close to Bucky, his warm head pressed against his metal arm.

With your snacks at the ready and Lord of the Rings on the screen you settle into the soft warmth and comfort of your little family.

@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @randomfandompenguin @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @goldylions

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[cottonlemonade]

hi😁 i thought long hard about this and i came to a decision of a large mango with boba for issei🙇🏽‍♀️ mwuah

Noisy Neighbors

word count: 603 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, mentions of overstimulation

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“There, all done!“

“Look at us, being accomplished adults and everything.“

You high fived your husband.

After many weeks of driving back and forth you finally managed to move into your new house and today you both trampled the last battered, empty moving box.

With a happy squeak you threw your arms around Issei‘s neck, having to hop and balance on your tiptoes to accomplish such a feat.

You gave him a kiss and let your hands wander from his shoulders down to his butt, giving it a quick squeeze, then wanted to let go to get started on a late lunch but Issei pulled you back for another, much more indecent kiss.

You laughed against his lips when you felt something hard press against your plush thigh.

“Can‘t believe that‘s all it takes for you.“, you teased.

“Baby, anything you do is an aphrodisiac to me.“

You leaned back a bit, in thought, playing with his hair in the back of his neck.

“What if I‘m pigging on a burger and have sauce all over my face?“

Issei gave you a superior grin, cupping your cheek, “There isn‘t enough fast food in the world to ever turn me off my wife.“

Leaning down, he began kissing your neck.

“Oh, you‘re about to get sooo lucky.“, you beamed.

“I already am.“, he murmured into your skin.

Making a sound somewhere between a giggle and a moan you replied, “Ugh, that was so cheesy, babe. Take me to bed already, will you?“

“Your wish is my command, my queen.“

And with that he crouched down to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice, carrying you off towards your new bedroom.

“Ah, stop it!“, you laughed.

“Quit wiggling like a chubby little worm.“ Issei gave your ass a playful slap then tossed you onto the bed.

He climbed on top of you, knees trapping you on either side.

With a grin he discarded his sweaty shirt, his well-toned body glowing in the afternoon sun shining through your large window.

“But just to be clear“, he leaned down to kiss you again, “I would still love you if you were a worm.“

You snorted and pulled him down on top of you, sighing happily.

Soon enough the remaining clothes were taken off as well and Issei went to work worshiping every inch of your body.

“Mmh… ah, baby… no more teasing. Please? Can you just fuck me?“

You saw him smirk between your legs.

“You sure? Just letting you know, you‘re not about to leave this bed for a while.“

“Stop bragging and prove it.“

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Three orgasms later

“Where do you think you‘re going, bunny?“, he panted.

His large strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled him back onto his cock.

You had been at it for hours. Your new neighbors, although few and far between, must think you were being tortured. Exhausted and on all fours you were completely at the mercy of your husband who very obviously had lost none of his stamina since quitting volleyball.

“No more… Issei… Oh my god… Ah! I can‘t…“

“Aw, my cute little bunny. Surely you can take one more. Hm, okay, maybe two.“ His hips sped up again, balls slapping heavily against your overstimulated clit, “Ah, look at you dripping on our new sheets, hm? Nnng, so tight… ah, so full of cum - hey, come on bunny, ass up.“ He grabbed at your cheeks, kneading their flesh while pounding you like a madman, “That‘s it… you‘re so good to me. Come on, you can do it.“

You muffled your next climax in the pillow.

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a/n: did anyone else read that time skip in the voice of the SpongeBob narrator? No? Just me then xD I genuinely had so much fun writing this. Thank you for the prompt, girl 🫶🏻✨

Note, the fast food line is inspired by a tweet I saw many many moons ago. I tried to find it again but with no luck - if you know the one, lemme know and I shall credit ^^

for requests see here

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[brbgottagetkfc]

•• will you still love me when I'm no longer young & beautiful ?•• (PT-1)

☆ pairing : Teacher!suguru x F!student!reader

☆ summary : you pursue your mentor throughout your highschool years to no avail, nearly convinced of the futility of your attempts, until one day he surprises you.

☆ t/w : depictions of immoral teacher-student relationships, age-gap, (reader is 20, while suguru is 5 years older), toxic behaviour, obsession, possesive attitude, jealousy, angst, suggestive language, reader has pick me syndrome (lmk if i need to add more)

☆ a/n : hihihi guys this is my first time publishing a fic I'm giddy hehehe, NOT PROOFREAD because i'm blind to my mistakes ^○^ . Please leave your thoughts, i would be absolutely melting if at least some of y'all enjoy it!

☆ wc : 2.1k

"If I hadn't been the one to train you, I would've questioned the sanity of those who let you take charge of a mission by yourself," Suguru muses, sighing as he removes his reading glasses, lithe fingers brushing away the bangs fluttering in front of his face. His narrowing gaze darts back and forth from the mission report you've just dropped onto his desk to you lounging on an empty desk and dangling your feet, showing no remorse or concern for the mess you've left behind.

"Seriously?" he prods, resting his chin upon intertwined fingers as he leans on the desk on his elbows. "Nothing to say for yourself?"

You, however, give him a lazy grin, finding his chagrin adorable.

"Tell me it wasn't absolutely epic..." you argue, brows raised and lips quirked to a side, "Besides, you don't stumble across an exorcism this intense if you insist on playing by the ru—OUCH....!!" You yelp as his fingers strike down between your brows in a HARD flick.

"You can't expect me to keep ignoring your shenanigans," he begins, the smooth baritone of his voice almost distracting from the patronizing undertones. Almost.

You scowl at him, still gingerly rubbing away at the spot between your brows, for the theatrics of course, debating whether to let your insolent mouth run until he's ripping his hair out in frustration trying to reason with you, OR, just be....... Reasonable.

"I asked Ijichi to put up a veil this time since you—" he emphasizes the following in air quotes "—keep forgetting to put up your own, and then you go and decide to shatter the veil yourself?? Did you know YOU'RE the leading cause of gas leak explosions in Tokyo in the past year? How do you seriously expect to get away with this every time!?"

"You know the veil messes with my technique." You respond, dry as toast, deliberately feigning disinterest to try and get a rise out of him.

"Skill issue," he quips back, barely concealing a wry grin. That cheeky fucker.

"Look at you trying to sound all 'down with the kids'—A for effort," you tease.

"I'm serious. I've got Yaga and the higher-ups breathing down my neck about the mess you make on a regular basis. You have to get your act together."

As if... You think to yourself, thoroughly enjoying putting him in this position. You like that look on his face, the one where he tries and fails to reason with you, jaw clenching a little with every exchange..

"You're just jealous of my legacy," you accuse between yawns, laying down sideways on the row of desks. "Besides, I receive nothing but praise and recommendation."

"Start doing your own paperwork and see how long it lasts," he retorts, his gaze narrowing as he takes note of your complete lack of decorum. He sighs but doesn't comment on it. He never does when it comes to you.

"They won't say anything. I'm indispensable," you state with a cocky grin, making him groan as you hop off your makeshift desk bed and settle on his desk this time.

"You're awfully cocky for a second-grade" he murmurs, reclining in his chair, lips tugging at the corner as he watches you shuffle and get comfortable on his desk. Again, he chooses not to comment. "Satoru's rubbing off on you."

"Gojo? He's just an extra on the set of the play I lead," you scoff, watching him visibly grimace at the soul-wrenching level of cringe you drop.

"Yeah, don't do metaphors again," he deadpans.

Well shit.... "I concur,"

Silence.

He gives you a knowing glance, and the both of you simultaneously burst into a chortling fit

"And, by the way, it's semi-grade one to you now," you reveal, wiping at the corner of your eye as your laughing fits subside.

"You got promoted?" he raises his brows. "That proves it, there's no god," he says, not bothering to conceal his self satisfied smirk as he openly picks on you- his delightfully humorous, witty, underestimated prodigy (says who? You of course!). He thinks he did something here, that's why he doesn't anticipate you picking up the pencil shavings from his desk and throwing them at his face.

"Hey—ack..ACHOO!" he lets out a violent sneeze as he inhales the rubbish you launch at him.

Giving him a smirk that firmly communicates - "you deserved it", you lean further back into the desk as he clutches a tissue to his face and sneezes a couple more times.

"Acting like a fucking monkey all the time," he mumbles, almost incoherently under his breath.

"Best training, thanks to you, circus master," you say, giving him the most annoyingly saccharine grin you can muster. Something purrs inside your chest, rearing it's head as you watch his expression span from exasperation to indignation before settling on exhausted acceptance.

He leans back against his chair, eyeing you from where he sits.

“You do realize, if I really wanted to put my foot down, I could, right?”

"Could you?" You raise a brow. "Besides, if I really wanted to make your life the seventh circle of hell, I could."

"Don't you already?"

"Not even close," you retort.

This was getting boring, and you were itching to indulge in your favorite pastime, which would be—pissing off your annoyingly perfect mentor. There was nothing more exhilarating than pushing him until he was too worked up to maintain the pretense of professionalism between the two of you.

You hadn't quite managed to throw him completely off the edge yet, but there were times...

Times you both knew how close he was to snapping, to dropping the act and just wrapping his fingers around your neck.... push you against a wall and make you eat your own words and beg for mercy. Those moments flashed by as soon as they came,

too soon, always too soon.

You sigh, frustrated as you watch him watch you lounging on his desk. His eyes betray nothing of what went on in his mind, but you know his indifference was feigned, a desperate attempt to let nothing else slip through. Which is precisely why you were determined to keep pushing his buttons until he cracked. It was a game, a dangerous dance between defiance and discipline.

As you lounge on his desk, you can't help but wonder what it would take to unravel him completely. Your relentless barrage of insolence? Or perhaps it is a subtle manipulation of his emotions?

"Are you even listening to me?" Suguru's voice cut through your thoughts, snapping you back to the present. He was staring at you with a mixture of irritation and amusement, clearly waiting for a response.

"Of course, sensei," you replied with a smirk, feigning innocence. "Every word, hanging on your every syllable-"

Which, obviously, was the furthest thing from the truth. Suguru had a habit of trying to fill in the silence with an absolutely torturous amount of lectures regarding duty. Discipline. Responsibility. Bleh.

You, however, possessed the beautiful ability to tune out filler words in favor of focusing on the way his fingers rubbed at his constantly throbbing temple, how his bangs never stayed in no matter how tight he tied his hair back, or how many times he tucked them behind his ears. His arms flexed under the snug stretch of his button-down, reminding you of the strength they possessed, from times he had pinned you down on the floors underneath him, arms twisting behind your back, his knees pressing into the back of your thighs to hold you in place, warm breath panting next to your ear, chastising you for letting your guard slip, pointing out the flaws in your form, all while those insolent bangs tickled the nape of your neck...

Yep ..... Kicking and clawing, blocking and restraining atop the training mats were about as far as you both had come to tangling limbs, undoubtedly your most treasured aspect of this..... dynamic between you and your mentor.

You constantly found yourself hoping one day the thin shackle of restraint binding the both of you would shatter, that he would snap, that his lips would find your skin, hands would roam, breaths mingling, and tongues clashing, But Suguru never gave in. He never crossed that line.

Although, he sure loved to linger on it.

It was eating away at you. The build up of emotions and urges, the aggravation of continually toeing the invisible line

you'd seen the frustration mirrored in his eyes, In the fleeting moments he'd failed to mask himself behind his indifference.

That's why you gave it your all, pouring yourself , desperate to tip the scales of his morality, needing him to fold.

You'd tried almost everything.

From calling him by his given name without prompting, to invading his personal space, interrupting him mid lesson, waltzing in and out of his office as you saw fit, taking his belongings as if staking claim....

and he let you

It frustrated you beyond comprehension, that he'd just...

Let you do however you pleased, blurring the boundaries between familiarity and impropriety, let you say whatever you wished, never drawing a line, Yet, he'd never allowed himself to make a move or reciprocate. Leaving you fuming and confused, fueling your desire further.

Armed with your refusal to let go, your increasingly stubborn denial, and an abundance of confidence in yourself, you continued your attempt at wearing him down as he tolerated with wry amusement, never giving you an inch of ground...

Which, is precisely why you felt your mind go numb and your chest constrict with wanton anticipation as Geto Suguru, your mentor and long-standing obsession, laid his head on your lap and sighed.....

"I swear you'll be the death of me"

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Suguru sighs, warm exhale caressing the skin of your knees just a few inches below where the hem of your skirt ended. Your skirt-

'I ought to give her some some credit' he thought to himself, smirking inwardly as he pondered your reasoning behind switching your uniform. In your 4 years of attending Jujutsu Tech, you'd always opted for an ensemble consisting of a zip jacket and a pair of flowy pants- not unlike his uniform from his own days as a student at the tech school- claiming better fluidity of movement.

He hadn't really cared one way or another. There was no room to think. Suguru was extremely careful about the way he let himself perceive you. Even without your constant badgering, your aggressively relentless attempts at flirting, following him around, intentionally pushing his buttons, and unprompted fits of possessiveness and jealousy- you were a temptation to him. It was a practice in restraint, being with you, around you, training, teaching, observing, correcting- while keeping his hands to himself, and his thoughts in check. It was near about impossible to keep up, and you with your stubborn determination and self-assured smirk didn't do anything to help that.

That's why Suguru never paid much attention to what you wore, lest it drift southwards, making his stand at resistance even more difficult than it already was. But that was before

Before you sauntered into his office wearing that goddamned skirt. Shiny, vinyl-like fabric buttoned at your waist, wrapping snugly around your hips and the top of your thighs, ending a good few inches above your knees.

'fuck me-' He thought to himself when you walked in, jacket unzipped, shirt untucked and unbuttoned slightly at the top, and that skirt stretching over your ass, begging to ride up as you made yourself comfortable- and Suguru realized he probably shouldn't be standing up anytime soon.

'Fuck me' he thought to himself as you slammed the hot mess of a mission report on his desk- letting him know you intended to explore any and every avenue in pursuit of making life hard for him.

Suguru wondered if you knew just how much he had to struggle, to keep himself from giving you a piece of his mind, a taste of your own medicine as you kept up your antics. the switch up was crazy- One moment you were a model student, keeping up with whatever crazy challenge he threw at you, exceeding any and all expectations- and the next moment you were a complete brat, refusing to comply with his instructions, intentionally causing chaos and spelling trouble for him. He wondered if you knew that the gap from him telling you to shut up, to him making you, was narrowing alarmingly.

'Fuck me-' he thought to himself as you decided to jump his desk and face him in, plush thighs just an arms length away as you continued your perpetual assault on him- making his blood rush in his ears, fingers twitching and jaw ticking from the effort of holding back....

'Fuck me-' he mumbled one last time, realizing he was too far gone to resist you anymore.

'You win baby, now fuck me'

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divider by @gigittamic

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[moonlightsolo]

summary: you and steve go back to hawkins to break the news that you’re pregnant, but things go a little off course.

pairing: steve harrington x byers!reader

note: this is so cute n fluffy but also kind of angsty and not proofread sorry </3

read part 1 here

steve harrington’s arms are wrapped around your mid section, his unruly head of hair buried sleepily in your neck.

while laying, barely awake, in your bed, his hand rests on your bump under your shirt; his thumbs rub soft circles into your skin.

“steve?” your voice is soft and ridden with fatigue.

“yeah, babe?” he hums softly, the californian sunrise is just now barely lighting up your room.

“we gotta get up. we have a plane to catch.” you yawn, slightly stretching your body away from his.

steve grumbles something incoherent under his breath, hands gripping your hips to pull your behind flush against his front.

his plush lips begin to press lazy kisses against the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, “hawkins can wait.”

you can’t help but giggle at his words, “hawkins can, but the pilot of our plane won’t.” your hand reaches back to push through his hair, making him groan quietly.

“as much as i want to lay in this bed with you for eternity, we have to go… plus i really gotta pee.” you reluctantly push his hands off of you so you can sit up. you swing your legs off the bed so they hang there for a moment.

“noooooo.” steve protests, flailing his body so he’s laying on his back. you turn your head to the side to look at him staring up at you. the most pitiful look is on his face, his bottom lip is jutted out in a pout and his eyes are begging you to lay back down.

you can’t help but crawl back towards him, hovering over him to press a kiss against his addicting lips, “i’m supposed to be the one on top.” he whispers cheekily against you.

“shush.” you smack his chest playfully before swinging your legs over him and hopping off his side of the bed. you waddle over to the bathroom, disappearing behind the door to get yourself ready.

once your face is washed, and your teeth and hair are brushed, you walk back into your cold room to grab your clothes. steve is already dressed, sitting on the bed you once laid in and is now made perfectly.

“hey.” his eyes skim through a photo album you had created for you two.

his head perks up when he hears your voice, an instant smile forming on his tired face. “my baby. hi.” he sets the book to the side to make grabby hands at you.

your feet drag yourself up to him, his head at a perfect height to press a kiss against your belly. you’re wearing one of his shirts with no pants, his hands instantly find the crease where your butt forms into your thighs.

“love you.” you mumble as you brush your fingers through his soft strands, his head leans into your touch.

“and i love you.”

the past few months have been something you would’ve never imagined. when steve first arrived in california, you were only a mere six weeks pregnant. now, you’re around four months and counting.

steve had to go back to indiana at first, to settle things with his parents, before coming back to be with you. each time he visits, joyce welcomes him with open arms, so does eleven and will. jonathan, is just jonathan. they’ve always had a touchy past, so they barely talk. he takes numerous flights back and forth between each state, but this time he’s come to bring you back home to visit.

you’ll be in hawkins for two weeks, like a little vacation. you’re excited to see everyone again, and you know steve is antsy to break the news to everyone. he’s even come up with an elaborate plan.

a knock sounds on your door, making you both get whipped out of the trance you’re in, “you guys decent?” your moms muffled voice calls out from behind the wooden surface.

steve’s hands drop from fondling your ass, and you take a step back from him as the door opens. her eyes glance between you both suspiciously, “if i’m interrupting something i can come back in a few minutes?” she offers.

you shake your head with a giggle, “no, no mom. i just need to get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.”

“ohhh-kay then…” she says disbelievingly, eyeing you both before leaving the room. steve stifles a chuckle into his hand, shaking his head.

“i don’t know why we’re acting like this, i mean i’m literally pregnant, so she knows we’ve had sex.” you shake your head as you walk over to your dresser to get dressed with a smile.

“yeah, it’s like we’re nervous little teenagers all over again.” his hands rub over his face before standing up to collect your luggages, “i’m gonna start bringing these down. i’ll meet you downstairs, yeah?”

you nod, puckering your lips which steve quickly scurries over to you to fulfill your wish. once he leaves you get changed in some black spandex pants, a white baby tee and an oversized flannel. you pull on some ankle socks to go with your chunky sneakers.

when you decide it’s time to head downstairs, you grab your backpack to sling it over your shoulders. eleven and will are sitting on the couch sleepily playing on will’s gameboy. jonathan is helping steve pack the car with their numerous suitcases, and joyce is also outside trying to help.

“hey guys. you ready?” you playfully rub your knuckles against the top of will’s head, “yeah. sure, whatever.” he grumbles, his thumbs continuing to press buttons.

sooner than later, it’s finally time to leave. the sun has just risen over the horizon and the byers family, and steve, are on there way to the airport. getting through security was a breeze, and sitting at the gate was boring, but your boyfriend kept you entertained with his dad jokes and soft touches.

boarding wasn’t terrible, but el was reasonably paranoid. she tried her hardest not to be scared, but you helped keep her calm. jonathan, will and your mom all sat in one row, and you, steve and el in the one directly across.

for most of the flight, you slept on steve’s shoulder or drew in a coloring book with el’s help. she would also continually check up on you throughout the flight to make sure you and the baby are okay. she’s been quite protective over you since she found out.

you won’t lie, going back to hawkins while pregnant terrifies you. the thought of something happening while visiting constantly runs through head. especially when el’s powers have disappeared.

“you alright?” steve asks, hand gripping yours as the plane descends towards the landing strip of indianapolis airport.

“me? yeah, yeah i’m fine.” you rush to say, squeezing his hand back. el grips your arm tight as the plane’s wheels touch the ground.

getting out of the airport was challenging. eleven and steve held both of your arms protectively as they weave and bob through the crowds of numerous people. finally, your family makes it outside. instantly spotting the wheelers. ted and karen are outside of their cars, searching around for your group with elongated necks.

once karen spots your family, her arms wave happily above her head. joyce greets her first with an excited hug. the back door opens, and a very tall and lanky mike steps out. your eyes widen at how big he’s gotten. you go to talk to el, but she has already left your side to run to him.

once the rest of your traveling gang says hello to the wheelers, you all load into their vehicles. thankfully the wheelers drove two cars to be able to transport your group.

you squeeze into the backseat of ted’s car with steve and will, sitting between them both. jonathan climbs into the passenger seat, keeping up small talk with mr. wheeler.

while on the way to their house, he can’t help but notice your pregnancy bump. your flannel has fallen away from your front and settled around your sides, “oh man. i see we have an extra passenger i didn’t know about. unless you packed on a few extra pounds since the last time i saw ya.” ted eyes you as he talks to you through the rear view mirror.

your hand instinctively rests on your belly, smiling awkwardly at him. “oh no… just a baby- yeah…” you chuckle, looking at steve with a little smile.

the ride is silent after that, a bit of awkward tension settles into the interior of the car. ted wheeler has always been kind of weird to you.

once the car pulls into the driveway of the wheelers house, you practically push steve out the door to climb out. “excuse you!?” he exclaims at you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion from your urgency.

“move.” you laugh and roll your eyes at him. his hand extends to help you out of the car which you gladly take. when your feet are settled against the pavement, his arm slides to wrap around your lower back. he leads you to the front door along with everyone else.

when you walk into the entrance, you’re lead towards the living room. it’s oddly quiet in here.

“surprise!!!” people shout as they emerge quickly from behind the furniture, making you squeal and jump into steve’s arms.

dustin, max, lucas, robin and nancy were all hidden, but now they’re smiling at your group with big eyes. “oh my god!” you cry out from seeing how grown up every one looks.

nancy runs to jonathan while max and lucas go to mike and eleven. dustin and robin choose to walk up to you and steve.

the boy calls out your name with a big grin, arms wide and open as he leans in for a hug. “henderson! long time no see!” you hug him back just as tightly.

you interrupt robin and steve’s conversation to pull her into a hug. so thankful to be able to see one of your really good friends again.

“robin!” you feel the lump growing in your throat from your rising emotions, “it’s so nice to see you.” her raspy voice whispers in your ear.

when you pull back, you wipe your fingers over your eyes to hide the wetness sticking to your eyelashes, “i can’t believe i’m back here.” you sniffle loudly and push your hair off of your damp forehead, “god, i’m sweating so bad.” you laugh and begin to pull your flannel off of your body. you sling the fabric over steve’s shoulder, forcing him to hold onto it for you.

suddenly, you realize everyone around you has gone silent and steve is staring at you with big eyes.

“oh shit.” you hiss out as you internally panic. your eyes dart around at everyone eyes fixated on your belly.

“you’re… pregnant?” dustin is the first one to speak.

“she’s pregnant?” you hear lucas whisper much too loudly to max, who’s face is as red as a her hair.

nancy is standing there in shock, her mouth agape with her arms loosely wrapped around jonathan’s waist.

“oh my god!” robin exclaims loudly, pumping her fists into the air, “i’m gonna be an aunt!” she pulls you back in for a hug, squeezing your shoulders happily.

“el? why didn’t you tell me?” mike questions her, “well- it was a secret.” she glances at you and you give her an apologetic look.

“is it steve’s?” dustin questions, making your head snap towards him. frustration bubbles at the surface, urging to lash out at him from that extremely ignorant question. “of course it’s steve’s, you little asshole!”

“language!” your mom scolds you.

steve leans forward to slap the back of his head, making the boy instantly grip the tender spot. “that was a stupid question, man.” steve scoffs, “why would you ask that?” he continues to lecture him.

you look over at nancy who is eyeing you with an odd look. then she breaks eye contact to whisper into jonathans ear. she grabs his hand and leads him out of the room, which sparks anxiety in your chest.

“well, congrats! i guess.” max shrugs, refusing to make eye contact with both you and steve. her arms are crossed over her chest with disinterest.

“oh yeah! uh- congrats guys!” lucas perks up, bobbing his head as he nods awkwardly.

“yeah…congrats.” mike rolls his eyes as he stares down at eleven, his arm slung over her shoulders.

“well, surprise!” steve’s arm slides around your hips to grip your waist, “we had a whole plan to break the news to everyone, didn’t we?” steve looks down at you with a soft chuckle.

his eyes glance between both of your eyes and your lips, before finally closing the gap to peck your lips.

“blegh.” dustin gags and turns on his heel to go talk to the rest of his friends.

“alrighty then! i’m gonna go find nancy.” she whistles as she prances away.

“i think she’s upset.” you whisper against him, your arms wrapped around his back.

“who? robin?” steve’s face wrinkles in confusion.

“no, no… nancy.”

“nance? wha-?”

you slyly roll your eyes at the little nickname, obviously feeling some resentment towards it. “but why would she be mad? she’s with your brother.”

you sigh and pull him away from everyone’s hearing range, “she looked upset. she left the room, steve. she obviously still has feelings for you. what else am i supposed to think?” your eyes drift to your feet, in attempt to hide your insecurity that’s blatantly plastered on your expression.

“hey…” his hand grips your chin to lift your face back up to his, “even if she is.. upset or whatever. it doesn’t matter because i’m with you now, and we’re going to have a baby together. our baby, yeah?” his knuckles gently brush against the roundest peak of your belly.

tears spring to your eyes from his words, your smaller hand wraps around his wrist to pull him down into you. “i love you so much, harrington.”

he chuckles shyly into your neck, “i love you.”

“how about we get outta here?” he pulls back slightly from the embrace.

“and go where?”

“my house? we can just be lazy… lay around… maybe take a bath?” he offers, a cheeky smile curls up on his perfect lips.

“yeah.. i’d like that.” you grin sweetly up at him.

steve leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping away, his arms open theatrically as he talks, “alright everyone!”

the buzz of conversation goes quiet and all attention is put on him, “it was amazing to see every single one of you and finally be reunited but we have to go. it’s about that time,” he glances at his watch and taps the glass with his opposite hand, “we’ll see everyone later!” he reaches back to grab your hand, letting you kiss your mom goodbye before leading you to the front door.

the sound of multiple feet stomping down the steps, makes you and and steve halt to look up the staircase.

robin, nancy and jonathan have paused their movements to stare at you two leaving. “oh- uh… where are you guys going?” jonathan continues to move down a few so he can talk to you.

“we’re leaving. gonna go home- i mean to his house and get settled.” you nod with a tight close-lipped smile as you glance between the trio.

robin trots down the last few steps until she’s finally downstairs, her arms wrap around your shoulders to hug you one more time. she presses a rough kiss to the top of your head, “love ya guys. keep my little nephew fed, yeah?”

“um, nephew?” steve asks with a laugh, “just a feelin’.” she shrugs and pulls back to lean against the railing.

steve’s hand is still in yours, and you can’t help but notice nancy’s silence as she stares at you two. she must have noticed the tension she has created so she decides to speak up, “i’m happy for you both… congrats.” she mirrors the same smile on your face, letting her eyes drift to steve for a bit too long.

“thank you.” you nod softly and go to reach for the door knob to open the door, “well, see ya guys tomorrow!” you chirp and pull a clumsy steve outside. he pulls his keys from his pocket, thankful that he parked his car at the wheelers house when he left for california.

he helps you load your luggage into his trunk, as well as his own before taking off towards his road. “well, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” his fingers drum against the leather steering wheel to the beat of the music.

“no, i mean.. i totally screwed up the whole plan we had, but it wasn’t terrible. definitely made me panic though.” you shake your head in disbelief from the events that took place.

steve’s hand reaches across the center console, resting his hand palm side up so you can easily thread your fingers through his. steve instantly squeezes your hand around your own as he pulls onto his street, and then into his garage.

being the gentleman that he is, steve drags your suitcase all the way upstairs into his room for you. nostalgia hits you instantaneously as you glance around his familiar home- especially his bedroom.

all the nights you spent here flood into your mind; when you were just friends and you got too tired to drive home after studying, or when you were completely plastered after a party and steve let you sleep in his bed. when your friendship blossomed into something even better, and the numerous times you would hook up together and then he’d cuddle you until you both fell asleep. how you’d both wake up in the morning, panicked, because you’re both late to school.

steve is staring at you as you look around his room at all the memories, his hands resting on his hips. “you alright?”

“i’m perfect.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you pick up a framed photo of you two off of his nightstand.

“i’m gonna go get the bath running.” he walks into his large bathroom connected to his room, the sound of rushing water sounds from behind the door.

steve knows you need this, to relax and just be with him, one-on-one. he knows being pregnant and having every single person breathing down your neck isn’t pleasant. he hopes that tonight will help you release some tension.

“come on in, my love!”

his voice makes you perk up as you slip into the steamy bathroom, closing the door behind you. a smile instantly forms on your face when you realize what he’s done.

a few candles litter the countertop and rim of the bathtub, and piles of suds float on top of the bath water. “oh, steve.” your hands cover your face in happiness.

“let’s get you undressed, baby.” he walks up to you, hands softly and oh so gently start to peel your clothing off of your body. he presses soft kisses against your skin of your neck and shoulder.

his fingertips softly graze your body as he helps you get rid of your articles of clothing. he guides you over to the bathtub, aiding you in sinking into the warm water. he starts to quickly pile his own clothes with yours, before sitting in the empty water behind you.

instinctively, you lean back into him. the back of your head rests on his chest with your hands on his upper thighs. a soft sigh of relief puffs past your lips as his hands work magic against the muscles in your shoulders.

“oh steve. that feels so good.” you moan out, rolling your head against his damp chest.

“don’t say that again, baby, or you’re gonna get me all worked up.” he laughs, thumbs digging into your plush skin.

all you can do is hum in response. between the warm water that surrounds your body and his amazing masseuse skills, it’s lulling you to sleep.

“steve harrington. i want to marry you someday.” you grumble out half-asleep.

his movements halt for a moment, before continuing when you let out a whine to protest.

“marry me?”

“i want to be mrs. steve harrington, and i wanna live happily in another state with you and our baby. away from this cursed town, and… and we’re gonna have a dog or a cat! and i just know we’re gonna be so happy. we’ll live happily ever after, right?”

steve can feel his own emotions catching up to him now, sniffling softly as he continues to massage you, “i want to marry you too. yeah, we’ll live happily ever after. of course we will.” his voice croaks out, tears blurring his vision.

“mm, good…” you slur your speech as you nuzzle back into him, making his arms wrap around your torso to pull you flush against him.

even though this day took an unexpected turn, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. knowing steve is going to be the best dad in the world, he will also be the best husband someday, and you can’t wait for the day your dreams come true.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

-

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[iplayghoul]

𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

word count:: 2.7k

warnings:: erm, black coded charas, toji is such a househusband, smut, soft sex, f!receiving fingering, backshots, toji has a slight praise kink, size kink.

notes:: heres the playlist, hope u enjoy. not mandatory to listen to but i made it for the fic so take your time reading <3 hope yall like it

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, you can come home to your lovely husband and unwind with some soft sex. 💕

The garage doors beeped as you pressed the remote to shut them, parking your sleek, black Mazda RX 7. You grabbed your heels from the floor of the passenger seat, having kicked them off when you hopped in. Tired out from work and dragging your pained feet against the floors with your purse falling off your shoulders and weighing down your elbow.

You walked up the stairs to the mud room, pushing into the living area where you dumped your belongings: padding up to the bedroom through the dimly lit space. "Toji? Baby, you in here?" You softly spoke out into the bedroom, hearing the shower going. Grabbing your Ipad, you turned on a song that'd been playing in your head all day, letting it ring out through the built in speakers of your bedroom and bath.

Then, you flopped onto the bed, rubbing at your scalp that was tender from your butt-length braids but also hot from the heat of the day.

Groaning, you rolled back and forth with hands in your hair, sucking your teeth in annoyance and hearing for the shower doors as the water stopped. You felt like taking a long relaxing soak in the hot tub, or getting a hot oil massage, anything would do to kill your pain right now.

Luckily for you, the day's heatwave made way for thunderstorms: a flash of lightning in your peripheral vision reminding you of it. Shuffling in the bathroom made your head perk up from where you were laying, following it came a heavy downpour outside.

You shut your eyes and let the A.C tickle your skin, feeling your head lazily spin with the music while you mumbled along with the lyrics. "Cute song," his deep voice disrupted your laze. You lifted yourself to a seated position, eyes low as you peered at him and learning the giveaway of his musk. A towel slung over his broad, muscular shoulders and another wrapped tight around his waist; a blunt clamped between his lips.

"Hi, baby," you whisper, eyeing his damped skin, saturated from the steam of his hot shower and the prominent veins poking out just above where the towel lay on his waist. Toji eyed you back of course, sauntering over and dropping his head down to meet your lips; the hand holding his blunt rest gently on your waist. His thumb rubbed softly against you, disturbing the fabric your white button up that was wrinkled from a day's work.

A few long, closed kisses greeted you, another to your chin, cheek and finally on your forehead. "How was work, angel?" He straightened himself up, gravelly voice making your tummy tingle slightly. Him standing so close to you made you face first with his waist. He took a drag of the blunt, "It was a'ight, baby, watchu' been up to?"

Toji blows smoke down to you and hums in thought, "Cleaned up the garage like you asked, n' washed the other car. Made spaghetti n' meatballs f'dinner, should still be warm." You hum in acknowledgement, putting your hand on his waist with a kiss to a vein to push him back slowly as you stood up. Your acrylics tickled his skin, this week you had long, white and clear marbled, stiletto nails.

You wrap your arms around his neck, slightly on your tip toes to reach him; forcing his body to sway with yours to the music, a hand on your waist. Head bowed and resting on his bare chest, you guided his hips to follow yours, eyes closed as you basked in the smoke he blew out.

"You eat already?" Toji gives you a positve hum, "Gimme' a drag," you lift your head to him with your eyes close and pout. He gives you a deep laugh as you two rock with the music.

Your mouth drops open when you feel him poke the blunt at your puffy lips, taking a deep breath and letting the smoke out slow when he puts the blunt back between his lips. Toji holds your hips still and you open your eyes, his dark ones gazing deeply into yours, "Needa' get out of these clothes, angel." He holds the blunt between his teeth and fondled with the button and zipper on your pants.

"Wanna' eat dinner first, 'fore I shower n' shit."

"Nah, you needa relax, baby, c'n massage you if ya' want." Toji squeezes your hips and attempts to pull your pants past your hips with obvious struggle, the song switches and you bounce and nod your head to it. Grabbing ahold of your pants, you push them past your hips for him. He grumbles a 'thank you' and slips them down your legs, his well-kept nails softly grazing against your skin.

The plush, softness of your thighs, sway heavy as Toji pulled your pants off, bending down and letting you grab his shoulder for leverage while he unhooked them from your feet. It was a miracle his towel stayed on so snugly, you thought. While on his knee, Toji gives your feet a gentle squeeze, in return receiving one to his shoulder.

He kisses your knees as he stands up, pulling the blunt from his mouth with one last drag and resting it in the tray on the TV stand by the wall. Toji's hands quickly find your collarbone, caressing your skin and brushing his hands against your neck. He massages the muscles there as you tilt your head back to relax; your body weight supported by his hand on your waist.

"Toji... baby," You groan when he touches a specific spot, hands gripping on his shoulders as you melt into his touch.

"Yea, angel?" You stare at him and he stares back, love and mischief in his red rimmed eyes. He undoes the buttons of your shirt, slowly and one by one; your eyes can only follow his strong hands with each move. Eyes growing heavy with each unwinding touch.

You lick your lips, pushing your lips against his as he undid the last button, both his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your lips lock together and you moan into each other. Your tongues stroke the other and Toji's large hands cascade along your body similarly to yours, your shirt removed.

He kisses on your neck, decorating you with little love bites while you suck big hickies onto his. The aches in your body leave you when Toji lifts you, guiding your legs around his waist and taking you both near the headboard. He plops you onto his pillow and grabs two more off the floor, making a little mound of pillows at the headboard. His soft touches lead you onto your knees, back pressing against his chest.

Looking back briefly, you can only see his broad shoulders, at least twice the size of yours and he gently turns your head back with a few fingers to your chin. "Think you c'n relax f'me?" His hands grab your shoulders, massaging as you stared down at where your knees sunk into the pillows.

"I can try, baby," you murmur, biting at your lip.

Toji presses up against you, chin resting on your head, you could feel the heat radiating off him: it made your heart quicken with anticipation. His fingers skim the surface of your skin, working their way down past the small of your back to the band of your panties at your hips. He tugs his fingers into the bands, pressing them into the skin under it before sliding them down oh, so slowly.

You grow nervous,

"Toji, Y'should let me shower," You slightly turn back to him and he gives you a deep chuckle, "Not g'nna happen." He kisses your neck, "Besides, I like it better this way," He kisses behind your ear. Your panties are tugged off of your knees and sit by your ankles that are spread on the pillows. Toji kneels in the same position, his larger frame brings his ankles some distance around yours while your ass presses against his crotch.

His right hand graces your back, collecting your braids and carefully rolling them in half, securing them with a thick hair tie off the dresser. He ghosts his fingers over your body, another hand coming to your back again to unhook your bra, he slips them off easily. Returning once more, he presses kisses about the center of your back. His hands coming down to grab your hips, and fondling a handful of your ass.

"Get to it, Toji,"

"I told you to relax, didn't I? C'mon, angel," he presses his lips to your ear, fingers now playing at the sensitive skin between your thighs, teasing at the skin and inching up to your pussy. He drops his forehead against your shoulders, his the base of his voice humming to the song while he stroked up and down the wetness of your folds.

You swallowed hard, and he grabs your left hand, holding it away before you could try to move his. His lips touch at your neck, leaving kisses over every inch of skin within his reach. His thumb and index finger spread your cunt, middle finger stroking your clit with feather-like touches, you let your eyes drop shut.

Feeling your body decompress, getting hot with desire and focusing only on the way his finger worked at your clit. You feel his finger sliding lower, prodding at the wetness of your entrance. He plunges the finger in and you hold your breath, 'brows pressed together and body stiffening, "Relax, angel. M' gonna make y'feel good."

He's petting the inside of your cunt tenderly, your head drops back against Toji's shoulder. His ring finger joins the other and he fucks them into you deep and slow, you feel the coldness of his wedding ring lightly touch you. Throwing your left hand back to grab his shoulder, you grind down on his fingers; the beat of the music controls your hips and you match his strokes. Mewls drop from your lips as he curls his fingers, twisting them inside you with his thumb rolling against your clit.

"T– ah, faster– faster, please," your whimpers crescendo and he doesn't quicken the pace. Toji grips your hips hard with his available hand, stuffing you with a third and fourth finger: his thumb remains seated on your clit. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your moans airy and loud. Your right hand joins your left behind you, this time grabbing at the back of his head; fingers tangling with his short, damp hair.

Your thighs shake unsteadily, and Toji hums in your ear, the friction between your cunt becoming creamy and white as it slides down his fingers. He curls them again, the tips of his fingers brushing against your sloppy insides and you begin to pull your hips away from him. Toji holds you down with his weight over you, his palm smacks against your pussy with every stroke of his fingers in you. He watches as you go limp against his chest, your grip on his hair weakening and your sticky wetness getting thicker and more abundant as you came.

Your eyelashes were wet with tears, stuck together and you felt Toji removing his towel behind you. You'd forgotten about that. He sinks lower, slipping his dick between your cunt. The sound of him sucking your cum off his fingers, loud and wet, made you gulp. His wedding ring, with cum gathered around it gets pulled off with his teeth and he spits it on the bed to suck off your remainders. "Y'got my fingers all messy, angel," he whispers to you, "I know that's watchu' wanted, c'mon and fuck me."

"N' what do we say?" He maneuvers his cock between you, covering it in your cum and pressing the fat tip at your entrance, "Please, baby, c'mon." He hums, wedging his cock into you slowly. "Relax, 's only the tip, honey," He rubs your tummy to soothe you as you tensed at the intrusion. You rest your head back against his shoulder rolling your eyes at his comment. "Jus' put it all in, baby," he hums again, pushing his cock in slowly, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him.

He moans, deep, in your ear. Toji hikes your hips up, forcing you to arch your back and practically sit back on his hips, your knees ever-so-slightly elevated with the distance in height between you two. His cock is fat, n' he fucks it into you deep and slow: one arm wrapped around your waist with the hand on your clit and the other fondling your breasts. You feel him shifting behind you, changing his angles slightly each time 'till he gets a moan out of you.

"I like that, baby," your closed eyes open to look at him, he looks down at you, losing himself in your eyes but his strokes remained in consistent. You hum, closing your eyes again, "Hm, right there," and he listens.

Two fingers press against your lips and you lick them into your mouth, sucking and spitting on them, "Thank you, my angel," Toji takes the fingers back to your clit. He continues to fuck up into you the way you like, cock prodding at a sensitive spot. Your skin stuck to his, mouth dropped open, only registering the soft moans he let out with each stroke that harmonized with your own.

Each drag of his dick and swirl of his fingers sent little electric shocks of pleasure up your tummy, and a whimper would come from it every time. He doesn't change the pace, fucking you slow n' wet n' sticky, rolling his hips up into your ass. The softness of the sex and the hardness of his dick, his rough hands groping your plush tits and the pad of his fingers petting your fat clit: the idea of it all drove you crazy, the sensations had tears streaming down your face.

You were almost silent with the exceptions of soft mewls and a sniffle, basking in the pleasure. Your head was empty, "Fuck," a string of curses left you when Toji pressed a wet kiss against your neck. He sped up slightly, getting desperate to cum in you, careful to maintain the same position. The closeness between you both, combined with his new pace and the sloppiness of your cunt created a 'fwop fwop fwop' sound above the music that'd continued to play.

"Toji, fuck, get harder," you encouraged, he scoots back slightly and bends you, attempting not to disturb your head resting on his shoulder. Then, he spreads your ass with one hand and drills his cock back into you, establishing a faster rhythm and shifting on his knees 'till he knew he was in the position you liked. The new pace stings your ass and you feel his balls slap your thighs, flopping over into the pillows and arching up into his cock and letting him fuck into you deeper.

Toji's balls slap at your cunt now, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing quick patterns onto it as you whined into the pillows, "T– Toji, ah- shit," you sob into the pillows, intensely feeling every deep drag of his cock in you. Backing up your ass on him, your hands find your own clit, pushing his gentle touch away and rapidly massaging over your gushing clit.

You felt Toji's hips stutter, he eyes your throbbing cunt, and kept drilling his cock into your sopping walls. His eyes roll back when he feels you clench and wail into the cushions, your fingers that played with your clit sprayed your cum everywhere. The clear-white liquid spraying all over his abdomen as he locked his legs in place and came deep into you.

He reaches over to grab the back of your neck, pulling your body back to his again and sucking your tongue into a deep kiss. "Y'fucked me so good, baby," he keeps kissing about your face, "Did so well f'me, yeah?"

"Thank you, angel," He reminds you how deep his voice is in thanks and pulls his hips back from yours, his dick slips out and with it gushes out a mixture of your cum and his; he feels like snapping a picture for the moment.

You look down at your hips to see faint prints of his hands on your skin, reaching back to give him a kiss on the cheek and others about his chest.

— masterlist.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #anime smut #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji smut #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #daddy toji #toji fushiguro smut #black coded reader #toji imagine #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk toji #﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 17

Masterlist

BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS) (Z-World)

Throughout the MV, we'll be seeing both Ateez and the Black Pirates and based on the skills we'll be seeing each member display throughout the course of the video, the Z-like symbol we see Mingi paint on the wall in the post-credit scene, and the information we get from the Diary Version of the album, we know the Black Pirates are the Outlaws-

And Ateez are the ones in white infiltrating Prestige Academy toward the end

From the Album Trailer, we already know the following:

They've been planning this mission for 6 months ("they" presumably being Ateez, the Black Pirates and Left Eye)

The Black Pirates split up into duos and have been hiding out in different parts of the city to presumably gather intel from all kinds of civilian groups: Wooyoung and San as manager and underground fighter, Yunho and Jongho as mechanics, fake cops and potentially forgers, Hongjoong as the babysitter of a goat with Mingi who's presumably been bar-hopping (I'm kidding - their roles will become clear later), Seonghwa got himself some grillz and biker friends together with Yeosang who's apparently also a food delivery driver on the side

They've now been called into action to kick off the mission with Yeosang being the communication link between all of them

Side-note: when you watch the trailer, you can see the song titles in the neon signs and the name of the delivery service: "Blue Bird" which is a callback to Halazia where the bluebird was utilized as a symbol of reclaiming your freedom

Another thing of note: To outline the older aesthetic of this MV which takes place in the outskirts of Stirctland, the aspect ratio is kept in 4-by-3 as was the norm here up until the late 2000s

This is in stark contrast to the 16 by 9 widescreen ratio from Guerrilla which was situated in the high tech city center and very much aligned with the futuristic aesthetic by utilizing plenty of polished and sleek CGI effects and backgrounds

With that in mind, let's get into the MV:

We open on Mingi who's heading into a Cowboy/Western Steampunk-looking bar called Chilli Peppers by himself

Followed by Seonghwa with his biker-buddies (he seems to have five of them) and Hongjoong in front of his GOAT sign (I can only assume this refers to the sports term Greatest Of All Time and not the animal but I do appreciate the excuse to have an actual goat in the video and promo-material)

When we see the whole crew together, it seems to be either on the bikes, in front of the Chilli Peppers bar or in front of Jongho and Yunho's garage (aptly named Outlaw Customs) which means we're moving back and forth between seeing their time apart and them post-reunion

A big part of the MV is spent with Wooyoung and San who seem to have become quite well-known during their time in hideout

San has become a successful underground fighter with his own fanclub and Wooyoung has been hustling up quite the amount of cash as San's manager, presumably from bets made against San

We can see a bunch of signs in the crowd with some of them reading stuff like "Quitting is not an option" and "The Champ is here"

Another stick-it-to-the-authorities detail can be seen during this shot of Yunho in the garage: they've managed to acquire a police car and have slapped their own Outlaw sticker on the hood because as Hongjoong said during the showcase: "In an unjust society, doing the right thing can be illegal."

Additionally, we also get a glimpse of Yunho and Jongho's police IDs which I can only assume have been forged for research or investigative purposes, i.e. to question citizens that otherwise wouldn't be willing to speak to them and answer their questions (after all, they've been trying to get into high security places to free as many civilians as possible)

Moving on to the most mysterious part of the MV (which I'm sure will make more sense within the context of the Diary entries later on): we see Yeosang and Seonghwa with their biker friends inside a room reminiscent of the museum we saw in Say My Name

In its center, we see a container on a pedestal hooked up to a bunch of tubes and wires housing a tiny little chilli plant that can seemingly only thrive in a very specific climate, hence the red lighting (temperature regulation) and the tubing (managing moisture and oxygen levels)

I can currently only speculate what these chillis can do but I'm sure they have some properties the government wants to keep away from civilian hands since they're known to use nutrition to uphold their absolute control over the population

These are also the chillis which were used to deliver messages to the other members (as seen in the trailer) and now Yeosang and Seonghwa have stolen presumably the entire remaining supply

We can see these peppers also being served in the bar Mingi entered at the beginning of the MV and upon seeing them, the other bar guests approach Mingi with a threatening air about them

This confrontation quickly escalates to a shootout in which Mingi clearly has the upper hand as he's mowing down everyone but the barkeeper before they can fire as much as a single shot (an exchange which tells me the other bar guests may have been government spies of some kind alerted by the sight of the chillis - maybe they've become a symbol of the revolutionists?)

Meanwhile, San's having a rough time in the ring (some bruises, blood crusting the corner of his mouth) while Wooyoung's trying to keep him motivated and to his credit, it seems to work

San gets up, kicks his opponent in the face and knocks him out cold which puts an end to the fight and secures him the win

Alongside the widespread cheers of the fans in the audience, they celebrate his win by raining down water and money interspliced with choreography clips featuring the full group

This is also where we get the iconic clip of Mingi doing body-rolls in a cropped vest on the pool table after he shot down everyone but the barkeeper

With these wins secured, we can now check in on Ateez who have successfully infiltrated Prestige Academy in white uniforms reminiscent of the one the boy at the end of the Guerrilla MV was wearing and most importantly: the windows are all cleared and sunlight is streaming inside - the kids have been woken up.

We cut back to Hongjoong who snaps one of the chillis in half and finds within a single bullet - as someone who doesn't care for guns in the slightest, I can only say it reminds me of a sniper bullet

What this means in the grand scheme of things, I'm not sure, but I can speculate:

In a society ruled by an oppressive government, weapons are usually kept far away from civilian hands in order to prevent an uprising, especially one with even the slightest chance of success

Side-note: this cannot be compared to gun control in a democratic society where weapons-access is restricted to prevent civilian-on-civilian violence like mass-shootings

Because of that, I assume the chillis are now being used to smuggle ammunition to the revolutionists so they can build up a civilian army with a fighting chance against the Android Guardians and other government-agencies

And this bullet in particular? It's not just any bullet. This is some high-tech futuristic shit - clearly an upgrade from whatever they tried to use against the Android Guardians in Fireworks/The Leaders

We get to see Hongjoong load it into his gun before taking aim and setting it on an extremely well calculated path of controlled destruction. The following shots tracking the bullet's trajectory are deeply satisfying so let's break them down:

First, the bullet pierces right through the climate-controlled container housing the chilli plant and shattering the glass as Yeosang, Seonghwa and crew are stationed there. This has the following implications: the plant can no longer produce chillis for the government and all the remaining chillis in this universe are now in the hands of the revolutionists.

From there, it moves through Prestige Academy where Ateez are gathered and light floods inside through the open windows: the kids have been freed and there'll be no more future generations of government-controlled workers.

The projectile keeps going, moving through the darkened inner city and heading straight for the tallest building in the city center - the one we've already seen in the trailer which they were heading towards on their motorcycles.

It enters through a window, flies down a sterile dimly-lit corridor, pierces through a white closed door and finally finds its mark: the head of an Android Guardian (I hope it was the one who grabbed Yeosang by the neck back in the Fever Part 3 Diary Entries)

The bullet's impact triggers an explosion, which transitions into the celebratory part of the choreo as sparks fly around the Black Pirates gathered in front of the Chilli Peppers bar.

It all culminates in this shot of the Black Pirates walking away from the government skyscraper as it goes up in smoke and flames. The mission was a success.

#ateez #ateez lore #bouncy mv #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #outlaw - the world ep 2

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Welcome to Emelan

My (super subjective and objectively non-empirical) experience has been that Tamora Pierce's Tortall Universe is where most of her fans begin, and it seems to be her more popular universe. Heck, I started in Tortall. But as I read more, and found more of Pierce's books, I found the Circle Universe, and I gotta say, for all my love and nostalgia for the Tortall Universe, I think my heart lives in Emelan with Sandry, Briar, Daja, and Tris. I certainly tried to balance my Rosethorn half with my Lark tendencies and my extremely Niko academic oeuvre when I was teaching, and I love that the Circle Universe gets away from more traditional medieval europe settings. Let's talk The Circle of Magic Quartet.

Sandry's Book introduces the world, the magic system, and our four protagonists. Sandreline Fa Toren is almost royalty in two countries and has exactly zero compunction about hopping back and forth between "just Sandy" and "Lady Sandreline" as the occasion calls for it. We love her, and honestly she's perfect. Joining Sandry at Discipline Cottage in Winding Circle Temple are former street rat Briar Moss, neglected and rejected merchant daughter Trisana Chandler, and orphaned and exiled Trader Daja Kisubo.

This book brings the four together and they learn that they are ambient mages--mages who manipulate the power inherent in the world rather than mages who use power inherent in themselves (academic mages). The magic system in the Circle Universe is objectively my favorite, because it is so detailed and so nuanced and so tied to craftsmanship. It's something I've never seen done better than it is here. And because our four protagonists are incredible, they also manage to spin their powers together, making them exponentially stronger together than they could have imagined being individually--which is just a stunnign thematic tie-in. A+ no notes.

Tris's Book explores Tris's past, her magic, and the choices she has to make to keep her terrifyingly powerful weather magic under control despite her deep emotional wounds and temper. Tris is honestly one of my two favorite characters in this series because this girl just has SO MANY feelings and she has to literally learn to take herself in hand to not accidentally hurt or kill anyone. It also explores Tris's relationships to her blood and found families, and Pierce makes no bones about how sometimes family can be irredeemably toxic, and that it's ok to choose the found family that loves and supports you. Honestly Tris needs a hug, but good luck getting through the lightning to give it to her.

This book also really deepens the relationships between each protagonist and their teachers. I love how much time Pierce spends in all of her books focusing on student-teacher relationships, and the ones here, in a literal educational setting (non-traditional though it is), are top tier. This continues to be expanded in later books, but Niko and Tris's relationship really cements here and I love them as a student and teacher.

Also, there are pirates in this book. That's pretty cool.

Daja's Book takes reader and protagonists beyond the walls of Winding Circle and expands the world at the end of a difficult, dry summer that was poised for a firey fall and a possible starving winter. The Duke of Emelan is touring the outer estates to assess who needs what help and what he can do.

Meanwhile, the book explores Trader culture and Daja's relationship to it. This is done so spectacularly that I am loath to give any spoilers, but suffice it to say that not only does this book explore the downsides of exclusionary cultural practices, it also explores the complex emotions of being excluded and both knowing it's wrong but desperately missing being included. Disability is also handled spectacularly in this book, and I love it for that.

While Daja is exploring her own culture from the outside, Sandry, Briar, and Tris are dealing with the aftermath of spinning their powers together in Sandry's Book. This is very much a subplot, but it works beautifully to expand the worldbuilding and magic system.

Briar's Book sees everyone return to Emelan proper, and this book hits DIFFERENT after 2020. Winding Circle must deal with a mysterious plague, and honestly after Covid, I can't actually read this book without sobbing. It's damn good, and Briar and Rosethorn are just the absolute peak student-teacher relationship. This book also really highlights Briar and Tris's relationship, which will continue to grow and develop throuhgout the Circle Universe books.

I absolutely recommend these books. Tamora Pierce is technically YA, but the protagonists are between 10 and 12 in these books, so they might feel more middle-grade than YA at times, but that truly does not diminish any of the very human themes and challenges.

These books also have absolutely stunningly performed and edited full-cast audiobooks, and I cannot recommend those enough either. I now read these books in the voice actors' voices, and that just makes the whole experience more magical.

#tamora pierce #circle universe #emelan #sandry's book #tris's book #daja's book #briar's book #briar moss #daja kisubo #trisana chandler #sandrilene fa toren #circle of magic #ya fiction #ya fantasy #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #book recommendations #books

[gaasuba]

A True And Proper Spiderman

Miles is an android built by the government to replace Hobie and give spiderman a more polished image

AO3 link I've barely started this one but I wanted to put it up in case any one wants to steal it as a prompt (Inspired by myself with my own art)

"We all know Spiderman is doing good things," the presenting scientist had said, "but his image is, well... it leaves something to be desired. So, instead of that Spider-punk, we've designed a true and proper Spider-Man!" Hobie doesn't usually mind being called spiderpunk, but the way she said it really pissed him off. 

He slips through a window and into the storage room that houses the "true and proper" spiderman.

<Target "spiderpunk" Located>

Hobie takes off his mask as he approaches the motionless figure, sizing it up with a smirk. Shorter, he noted. And what's up with its suit? Is it bleeding from the arm pits?

</Scanning...  /Identifying...>

Hobie leans down to examine the imposter's face. Cute and clean, like a market tested mascot.

<Priority Task Accomplished  "spiderpunk" Identified

 /Updating Profile "spiderpunk"  Hobart 'Hobie' Brown  Birth Date: unknown  Height: unknown  /Updating   Height: 198 cm  Eye Color: unknown  /Updating  ...>

Miles continues to analyze and update as it processes Hobie's movements, reading them for any signs of threat. He looks back and forth between its motionless eyes, uncertain if the thing is even booted up. 

"You're supposed to replace me, ey?"

<Query Processed  Permissions Denied>

Hobie scoffs at the lack of response, not that he had really expected one. He straightens to full height and looks down his nose at "M.I.L.E.S." A stupid acronym and a weird name, but he supposes it's better than continuing to call it "the imposter."

"Well. Good luck then, Spiderman," he punctuates the sentiment with a playful punch to Miles' shoulder, noting how the bot suspiciously maintains its balance. "See ya around," he pulls his mask back on before hopping back out the window and out of sight.

</Updating Protocol [/Protect "spiderpunk"]  /Protect "hobie">

#atsv #but nothing really stopping it from being the comic versions #punkflower #flowerpunk #hobie brown #spider punk #miles morales #android miles morales #atsv writing prompt #spiderman #spiderman writing prompt #writing prompt #my writing

[megukins]

Bad Kitty!

𓆩♡𓆪 Suguru Geto x neko human hybrid!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: Geto's little kitten is in heat and finally gives in to help you with your problem.

𓆩♡𓆪 notes: I'm sorry if this story makes you feel weirded out by being part cat. You may simply not read it if it doesn't appeal to you.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: 18+, dubcon, spanking, dacryphilia, orgasm denial (f), degrading, reader calls Geto "master" since he's her owner

𓆩♡𓆪 word count: 1.5k

"When are you coming home?" You ask, the tone in your voice sounding desperate.

"Soon enough. Just be a good little kitten and wait till I get home. Can you do that for me?" 

"O-okay…" 

You hung up the phone and immediately felt heat pouring between your pussy. Your thighs start to throb and your tail sways back and forth. You feel yourself panting like crazy and remember that this is the day you're usually in heat.

"Damn you, Suguru!" You curse. 

You can't get mad at the man. He's hard-working and doesn't allow much time to be alone with you, but he does spend what time he does have left with you.

You think about the predicament you're in for a second and that's when it hits you. 

You take off all your clothes and step in the shower, letting the cold water hit you. 

You whine some, missing Geto standing behind you with his slender fingers caressing your nude body when he'd help you with your back. 

You slowly slip two fingers in your clit and press up against the wall.

You let all the moans and whimpers slip out of your mouth without a care in the world.

"S-Suguru!~"

You stick one more inside your wet walls at a faster rate and cream on your fingers.

You were so desperately yearning for him. 

Images pop in your head of him with his hair slicked back while lapping up your juices making sure not to let any go to waste. Giving you head pats when you act like a good little kitten and fluffing your ears. 

You turn the water off and hop out immediately and wrap a towel around you. 

You go into the bedroom and start to play with yourself once more.

You were even thirsty enough to use toys to help out.

You take out the vibrator, placing it on your labia and turn it on the lowest setting.

You then take it out and stick a dildo inside you riding it as if it were his.

Unfortunately it wasn't enough.

You needed something bigger, stronger, more effective. Something that would satisfy your quench. 

Even as you were riding the dildo, the thought of imagining it was his man stick didn't help you.

You start mewling once more because your owner wasn't there to help you out.

You call him once more, but notice his tone sounds more annoyed than earlier.

"What do you want now?" He spat.

"I─I… Come home please, Suguru!~" You moan his name while you can hear him clearing his throat on the other line.

"You broke two rules: one, you called me by my name instead of master, and two, you're being a whiny bitch in heat, pleasuring yourself without me being present. You're gonna get it when I get home."

"How did you─"

"You forgot to turn off the vibrator." 

You felt embarrassed for being caught doing such indecent actions by your owner. You couldn't help it. The vibrations did a number on your poor puss.

You were a mess, feeling your face get hotter and hotter. 

He grits his teeth trying his hardest not to pitch a tent at a time like this. 

"Now you've really done it!" 

He pinches the bridge of his nose to try to contain the blood from pouring out at the thought of your naked figure sprawled out on the bed. 

"Come home meow!" You pout. 

If you weren't being so annoying right now, he'd find this whole situation adorable, but it was anything but adorable to him. 

He was like a ticking time bomb ready to go off any minute now.

"You're just asking to get punished now. Once I come home, it's not gonna be so pretty."

He hung up on you, making you gulp but also more wet by the anger presented in his voice and what he'll do to you.

You still pleasure yourself once more with the toys and message him every now and then about you wanting him to do this instead.

You sniff his pillow to pick up his scent. It was almost intoxicating, it made you feel safe and it smelled so strong you couldn't stop sniffing it.

You get bored and take a quick nap before he gets back.

You quickly shoot your eyes open once you hear the car pull up. 

You rush down the stairs and greet him by rubbing up against his leg. 

He pulls away, the look on his face unhappy. 

He grabs you by the tail rough, making you hiss.

"You've been such a naughty kitten. You know what that means?"

You gulp to wait for his response.

"I'm gonna fuck you up real good since that's what you're asking for." 

He takes the flimsy towel off your body with ease. 

He drags you upstairs and throws you on the bed on your stomach. Before you could say anything, you felt a harsh sting on one of your asscheeks. 

"Count how many times you have to be spanked for being naughty." 

You don't dare to disobey him now that he's in your presence.

"O-one." 

smack!

"Two"

smack!

"Three!"

smack!

"A-ah~"

He smacks a little rougher than previously.

"I don't know what number that is." 

"F-four!" 

smack!

"Five" 

You feel tears prick at your eyes.

Once you turn around to face him he couldn't help but get aroused at your tears.

"Save those tears, kitten. You really will be crying later." He smirks. 

You feel your thighs burning and rub them together eagerly. 

He lets his robe fall to the floor and slips his pants and boxers off revealing his hard aching cock. 

Your face heats up, your mouth agape from being in heat.

"This is what happens to naughty kitten's." 

He forces his length into your entrance in a teasing way, little whimpers escaping through your mouth. He pushes you back while your back pushes against the headboard. 

It takes everything in him to not bust.

He places his arms on your shoulders to hold you into place. He grinds into you enjoying the gushy noises of your pussy.

"Hah feels good, master!~" 

He yanks on your collar and licks the shell of your ear teasingly. 

He sits still while still being inside of you.

You whine trying to get him to move. Instead, he insists on being an asshole and stays still inside you savoring your warm walls.

"C-could you please move, master?" 

He still sits there in a teasing manner.

He eventually moves, the gushy noises coming back. He grunts at the lewd noise.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn wet. You dirty slut." 

You felt a heat pouring in your gut knowing exactly what that feeling means.

He must've sensed it because he pulled out of you instantly.

"Please, let me cum!" You whine. 

He whacks your ass roughly. 

He takes the vibrator you had previously and shoves it in your clit, turning it to the highest mode. 

Your tail sways back and forth rapidly and you shut your eyes tightly. You feel your toes curl and pant like crazy feeling close already. 

Of course him being the asshole he is, he takes the vibe out of your moist walls.

"M-master, I don't know how much more of this I can take!" You cry.

"Next time you'll know not to be a naughty kitten, hm?" 

You feel the heat rush to your core once more.

"Does my little kitten deserve to cum?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

You shake your head eagerly. He finally gives in since you've been obedient and learned your lesson. 

He delicately stuffs three fingers in your clit. Your ears droop as you purr at how perfectly his fingers fit inside you. 

You feel that feeling once more before instantly cumming on his fingers. You let out a long moan, finally satisfied he gave in. 

"I love your moans…" He shoves his fingers in deeper while pulling his phone out to record your moans for him to get off to later. 

"Think you can moan like that again for your owner?" 

He moves his fingers around in a circle brushing past your g spot.

"Oh fuck!~" 

Little bits of drool seep down your chin, your tail swaying back and forth happily. He rubs your g spot satisfyingly hoping to make you cum again but was surprised when something else happened.

"Oh that's new. Didn't know you were a squirter." He flashes a cheeky grin. 

You shove your face into his chest to hide your embarrassment.

"You're lucky I love you, otherwise I would've never let you cum." 

"I'm glad you did." 

You curl up into a ball in front of him.

"We're not done yet, I wanna make you squirt again. It's─" 

He pauses briefly. 

"Interesting." He smirks once more, making your pussy quiver because now he really means business.

© 2022 this work belongs to @megukins DO NOT repost OR plagiarize on any other social media

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #suguru x reader #suguru x y/n #geto x y/n #geto x reader #geto smut #suguru smut #geto fanfic #geto x you

[electricgoldtendercare]

ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU PT. 2 || C.S ||

hiiiii, here’s part 2! i’m really excited for this part and hope you all enjoy! There will be probably one more part to this coming up soonish :) big thanks to my friend Lily for helping me out so much with this!! I’m so grateful for all the comments and notes on the first part, thank you to everyone who read and interacted with that!! 4.3k

part 1

warnings: SMUT (w pierre?) more angst, minors dni

It was close to time for movie night when you spot Luisa & Lando walking up to Carlos’ building. You hopped out of your car and quickly made your way over, ignoring the way they jumped when you got to the two of them. Both of them immediately noted your red eyes and running mascara, not giving them time to question it before you asked Lando if you could borrow Luisa. Taking her hand you pull her to the car while Lando heads upstairs.

Sitting in the car you stayed silent for a moment, Luisa letting you gather your thoughts by staying quiet as well. “Carlos has a girl over. Um, I came by earlier and they were together in his kitchen.” You admit with a shaky breath, unsure how there are even more tears welling up in your eyes. You feel Luisa take your hand, pulling you into a hug and apologizing as she let you cry into her shoulder. Upstairs, Lando stepped into Carlos’ apartment and made his way to the kitchen. He set the bags of snacks on the counter before looking up to see Carlos making his way inside. “Hey, Luisa will be up in a second. We ran into y/n on the way up and it seemed like something was wrong so they’re talking.” He explains, eyebrow raising as a girl follows Carlos into the room. It all made sense then, you looking like you had been crying and the fact that you weren’t upstairs helping Carlos get ready when you were always the first one there.

Carlos went to respond, immediately feeling worse hearing that you were downstairs and upset. He didn’t know the extent though and quickly pushed that thought away when he felt a hand on his lower back. “Lando, this is Melissa. She’s joining us for movie night tonight.” He glances up when he hears the door open and shut. Luisa had helped you touch up your makeup so you didn’t look like you had been crying nonstop. You could still tell but it was nowhere near how it was before. She had given you a pep talk in the car, promising that if it became too much she would leave early with you.

Taking a deep breath, you follow Luisa to the kitchen where the others were. Carlos immediately noticed your swollen eyes, wanting desperately to pull you aside and take care of you. You avoided his gaze, going up to the girl with him. “Hi, I’m so sorry about earlier! I’m y/n, you are?” You ask, a very convincing fake smile on your face to someone who doesn’t know you. “Hi, I’m Melissa. Carlos and I have gone out on a few dates.” She smiles, your eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. “A few? Wow, I mean, that’s so exciting. We’re really glad you’re here.” You smile, taking Luisa’s hand in yours and giving it a small squeeze. Luisa speaks up “Yes, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Lando’s girlfriend, Luisa.” She says sweetly. You could feel Carlos’ eyes on you, trying to get your attention but you knew that in the state you were in, one look in his eyes would leave you in tears.

You managed to avoid him while all of your friends showed up, getting introduced to Melissa. You watched them look between you and them with confusion in their eyes. all the while trying to stay polite. Avoiding him didn’t last long though, feeling his hand take yours and pull you into one of the spare rooms. “Look y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, uh, I wasn’t going to introduce you guys so soon..” He trails off, scratching the back of his neck. You nod slowly, sighing a bit to yourself. “Oh, don’t even worry about it. I guess it was just a surprise, but she seems really sweet.” You smile, rubbing your hands on your legs in a calming motion. “I’m really happy for you, Carlos. Truly.” You whispered, a sad smile on your face. “I hope she treats you really well, you guys are super cute together.”

Carlos could see the sadness in your eyes, unsure of what brought it on. He was debating bringing it up, asking you what was making you so sad. You didn’t give him the chance to even say anything though, leaving the room with that same fake smile on your face as you went to join everyone. You grabbed a drink, feeling the need for some sort of distraction. Looking around, you realized Pierre had arrived while you were in the other room. You thought back to the way he used to always flirt with you, assuming it stopped when the group started conspiring to get you and Carlos together.

An idea popped into your mind just then, not even pausing to think about the repercussions before waltzing over to Pierre. You placed a hand on his arm, grabbing his attention away from whoever he had been talking to. “Oh, y/n I wasn’t sure you were here.” He smiles, “Finally come to see me, yeah?” He smirks, french accent thick. You notice him look you over and that’s when you make your move, pulling him to the couch for the first movie. You sit down and pull him close to you, grabbing a blanket. “I might get scared in this movie, I hope you can keep me safe.” You pout, eyes staying on him. The tension in the room rises as Pierre puts an arm around you, pulling you closer. Your friends watch you with surprise apparent on their faces, watching you giggle with your face inches from his. Carlos had stepped into the living room as well, unable to hide the shock on his face seeing you cuddled so close to Pierre.

Had he missed something? Did you have feelings for Pierre? His stomach turned at the thought, unsure he would be able to sit through the night with someone else’s hands on you. That was until he realized he had started dating Melissa for a reason, to get over his crush on you. Taking a deep breath he leads her over to the chair, sitting close with her nearly in his lap. This whole interaction left everyone scratching their heads, feeling the awkwardness around you and Carlos sitting on separate couches and avoiding eye contact with each other.

_______

Things with Carlos had been weird since that night. Normally you’d have multiple nights a month where you usually stayed over, seeing him as much as both of your schedules allowed Now though you felt like you barely had energy to text him. You weren’t going to be the one to bring anything up either. In your mind, he had made his choice with Monica, or was it Melissa? You were sure she was sweet but you also had no desire to get to know her. Maybe in a little while, when the shock and pain from the situation wore off but right now it was all too fresh.

Luisa was there to help you distract yourself from the situation, but was also there to talk if needed. You couldn’t put into words how grateful you were for her as you processed everything. One thing that was somewhat new in your life was a newfound close friendship with Pierre. Despite being in the same group it never seemed to go beyond acquaintances with the two of you. Of course before that he was a flirt and maybe you had used him to make Carlos feel bad, but it was different now. You found yourself wanting to spend time with the man, texting him when you were specifically sad or lonely.

Luisa had warned you, told you not to try to replace Carlos with him but if he was the only one who was making you feel better, why not go with it? That’s how you found yourself in your apartment, nestled into Pierre’s side as a scary movie played on the tv. You tried to ignore the little voice in your head that reminded you who had originally shown you this movie, who had given you his sweatshirt and stayed up all night with you after you were too scared to go to sleep. No, you pushed those thoughts down deep inside until they were just mere glimpses of a memory.

Pierre’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, tangling in your hair while his other hand laid over his lap and yours, getting dangerously close to the inside of your thigh. You didn’t mind though, each touch from him only helped get Carlos’ touch out of your brain. Your fingers scratched over the scruff of his beard, only somewhat paying attention to the movie that was on the screen. Along with the general hard time you’ve been having lately, your sleep schedule was all fucked. You felt like when you slept all you seemed to dream about was Carlos with another girl. You had longed for that with him for so long that the idea of someone else being by his side haunted your nights. The idea brought on tossing and turning most nights until you finally gave up on getting some sleep.

You knew you could reach out to Carlos, that simply hearing his voice would put you at ease but you just couldn’t bring yourself to press send or go through with the call. You hadn’t counted but you’re sure you had spent hours just staring at his contact. To help you

get some sleep, you’d invite a friend over. Luisa, Pierre, Lily, sometimes even Mick would come stay in your extra bedroom every so often. You’d play it off as just a wanting some close time with your friends even though without fail, each of them would ask when the last time you talked with Carlos was. You avoided the subject like the plague, changing the topic every time. You wanted to say he hadn’t reached out to you, but you hadn’t reached out either.

You tried to focus on Pierre’s touch, finding the good feeling and chasing it. Soon you felt his face nuzzle into your neck, kissing ever so softly. You tilted your head to let him have access, no thoughts in your head besides the way his beard felt against your skin. All focus on the movie was gone as his hands reached to your waist to pull you onto his lap. Thoughts of Carlos tried to pry their way into your brain but each time you feel Pierre press your hips against his, almost like he knew who was sneaking into your brain.

The nights he was over usually ended here, when your brain overloaded with thoughts of Carlos and you ended things. Something changed tonight though and you didn’t want to stop. With only the light from the tv illuminating the two of you, you pulled away to admire Pierre. You had always thought he was handsome and only recently discovered what a good kisser he was. You played with the bottom of his shirt, slipping your hands underneath it and helping him pull his t-shirt off. Even in the lowlight he looked good and you were looking forward to where the night took you.

Your hands rested on his chest and his own wrapped around your wrists, raising an eyebrow up at you. “Are you sure, mon chère?” You appreciated his concern, knowing he was probably waiting for you to put an end to this like every other night. With only a nod, you leaned in and pressed your lips together. You gasped when you were quickly flipped and your back was against his chest. Curious to where this was going you felt Pierre’s lips back on your neck and his fingers play with the waistband of the sweats you were wearing.

“Tonight’s all about you, Je te voulais depuis si longtemps.” He mumbles against your skin, chuckling as your hips moved a bit so the sweatpants could be removed. The way he flipped back and forth from French to English drove you crazy and you needed something, any sort of relief from him. You gasped when you felt his fingers brush against your thighs, letting them fall open. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he took his time with you.

Your hands settled on your thighs, fingertips no doubt leaving marks as you prepared for what was to come. When his long fingers finally slipped below the fabric you had already been so pent up just imagining how it felt. A loud moan left your mouth, drowning out whatever was playing on the tv and keeping his focus on you and you alone. “Barely even touched you, doll. Combien de temps s'est-il écoulé depuis que quelqu'un vous a touché comme ça ?”

His words went straight between your legs, sending a shiver up your spine. Your grasp on french wasn’t the best but he could be reciting the dictionary to you right now and you didn’t care. Tilting your head up you adjusted yourself so your lips pressed together, moaning into his mouth as he finally touched you where you needed him most. Shockwaves moved through your body as he played with your clit, fingers working you better than you could have imagined. “Oh my God, Pierre…Yes fuck.” You moan against his lips, pulling one hand up to tangle in the back of his hair. You felt a finger slip into you and with a gasp, your hips rolling down to feel him deeper. Pierre stopped his movements, shaking his head. “No, no. Stay still, mon ange.”

The whine that left your throat was pitiful and you felt Pierre’s chest shake with a laugh. “That needy for me?” He teases, continuing his movements. You nod slowly, looking up at Pierre with wide eyes. “It feels so good, Pierre. Feels…so fucking good.” You moan, focusing on keeping your hips still. Your hands tug at the hair on the back of his head trying to keep yourself from completely letting go from just his fingers. You weren’t sure when the last time you were with someone was, a certain person keeping your attention away from other men for quite some time. You shook the thought away, squeezing Pierre’s arm. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Reluctantly, you leave Pierre’s lap, turning around to pull him up too. The second he’s on his feet, his lips are on yours and his hands roam down your body to settle on your ass. His mouth traces along your jaw, kissing and nibbling his way along your neck. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers “Jump”. Shivers run down your spine and your body obeys before you even have time to process what was happening. He carries you easily towards your bedroom, hands tightly gripping your thighs. You take a moment to admire his body, fingers brushing along his collarbone and up to his hair. Your fingers tangle in it and tug, earning a soft grunt from his lips. As he sets your down, you immediately sink to your knees, your hands tracing down his chest before reaching his waistband. Were you really going to do this? It ‘s not like you had anyone waiting for you, and the person you really wanted was with someone else. The frustration and hurt from the movie night spurring your next move. Staring up at him through your lashes, you helped him remove his sweatpants, licking your lips when you saw the outline of his cock through his boxers. Pulling them down his legs you wrapped your hand around his length and put the tip in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you press further down.

You feel his hands tangle in your hair and you let your hands fall down to grip his thighs. You relaxed your jaw, gazing expectantly up at him before Pierre started thrusting into your mouth, bringing tears to your eyes. You let him use your throat, tapping his thigh once it got to be too much. You knew you weren’t ready to have sex with Pierre but you were desperate to get off and help the man in front of you get off with you.

He helps you up, pressing your lips together as you pushed him back against the bed. You straddled his thigh, hovering over it before you sat yourself down. The pressure of his thigh against your bare core was overwhelming, nearly causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure already. Letting yourself settle, you slowly start to rut your hips, one hand gripping his shoulder. Your free hand moves to wrap around his cock, slowly starting to pump along with the movement of your hips. “Using me to get off, darling?” He asks, hands gripping your waist tight as he watches you closely. His eyes didn’t leave your body as you let your head fall against his, the pleasure overwhelming you. As you reached your high, you feel Pierre’s cum coat your stomach, chests rising and falling in time with each other. You stay quiet for a bit, trying to gain your composure and catch your breath.

Pierre helps you off his thigh, setting you down on the bed as he left to get a washcloth to clean up the two of you. In your post orgasm haze you let yourself imagine the night as if it had been with Carlos. You knew it wasn’t fair to Pierre but you couldn’t help but think about how Carlos would take care of you after you got off. You were brought back to the present when you felt the cold compress on your thighs. You look up and see Pierre watching you with a smirk, smiling back at him. “What?” You chuckle and he just shakes his head. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you, y/n.” Is all he says, leaving your cheeks tinted pink as the image of what you just did.

CARLOS POV

Carlos knew he had fucked up, royally. All he could see in his head for days was the look on your face when you saw Melissa with him in the kitchen. The pain in your eyes read more than just that of a hurt best friend, more so of pure heartbreak. He hadn’t planned on introducing the two of you to each other, ever. He had met Melissa at a press event and they had gone on a couple dates. There were no feelings past physical attraction to each other, at least on Carlos’ end. He never intended on it to go further than just a few dates, but one night he had too much to drink and had invited her over for movie night. That was his first mistake, his second was not immediately cancelling with her when he realized what he had done.

In finding a way to distract him from the feelings he had for you, he ended up losing you. He was too embarrassed, maybe too disappointed in himself to call, waiting for you to make the first move. He knew you wouldn’t, that it would need to be him who did but every time he went to call he worried things would end for good. He also knew the longer he waited to reach out would only hurt his cause. Especially now since Lando told him the nights the girls weren’t with you, you were having Pierre over. If he thought about it too much it made him sick to his stomach, even if he knew he had no right to feel that way. He kept imagining you and Pierre doing the things the two of you used to do together.

He couldn’t help but picture Pierre being there to see the little faces you made when you were watching a movie, or the way you’d make little comments over and over until he’d give you his hoodie. He imagined you telling him about your skincare the same way you had taught Carlos one night. He had to stop his anger from boiling over at the image of you in Pierre’s clothes and not his, Pierre making you laugh when he wasn’t there to. He was brought back down to Earth when a pair of fingers snapped in front of his face, bringing his attention to the people in front of him. He was on a double date with Lando & Luisa, after Lando kindly but stupidly invited Carlos & Melissa out before you had a chance to break it off with her.

At certain times he felt bad, Melissa was a nice girl but he found himself zoning out whenever he was around her. Even before things had took a turn for the worse with y/n, she wasn’t the distraction that Carlos had been looking for. It didn’t take long to come to the realization that you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget. Grateful that Lando was able to keep any sort of conversation going, Carlos didn’t need to focus too hard on what was happening around him. He thought about asking Luisa how you were, wanting to know so badly. He knew what Luisa would say too, that he could easily message you and ask you himself.

He knew she was right but how could he possibly admit that without admitting how embarrassed he was that he hadn’t yet? It was so easy to just send a text, or make a call but he was unable to do either. He had seen your name light up her screen a few times but didn’t get a good look. He tried to get a peek at the screen but Luisa caught on pretty quick, turning her phone over and giving him a stern look. “Did you hear that, Carlos? I was thinking I could come to your next race! Maybe I’ll be a good luck charm.” Melissa giggled, but Carlos could barely muster up a fake laugh. There was no one else besides you that he wanted to support him.

Nodding slowly, Carlos shrugs “Yeah, yeah maybe. I think our next race is pretty far away so..” Any excuse he could get, even if everyone else at the table knew that the next race was a short drive away from where they were currently. Entrees were brought to the table, glasses of wine being filled up as well. Thankful for the distraction from any sort of conversation, Carlos focused on his dinner. It brought him back to a specific memory from a couple months prior.

The group had a make your own pizza night at Charles’ apartment. Of course everyone chose to make their own pizza, but you and Carlos had opted to combine yours. George took one glance at it and called it ‘Mega-pizza.’ Normally a little comment like that wouldn’t have such an impact but Carlos remembers the way your face lit up when he had said it and the first of giggles you had broken into afterwards. All he could think of was how beautiful you were and if he could only make you laugh like that all the time he would be content.

It wasn’t until he heard Lando’s sorry attempt at being quiet that he noticed the lag in conversation that resulted from his daydreaming. “How did y/n’s date go with Pierre?” He had asked Luisa, as quiet as he was able to manage. Carlos looked away before the two of them glanced at him. “I was just going to text her and ask.” She whispers back, hoping Carlos hadn’t heard a thing but his interest was peaked. His mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to process the information that he had just heard. He hoped he misheard but when he glanced over he was able to read your name on Luisa’s phone he knew he hadn’t.

From his spot he was able to see that Luisa did in fact ask how your date with Pierre went and you were now typing back. Of course he knew you and Pierre had been spending time together but a date? The jealousy was causing a pit to form in his stomach and Carlos was ready to bail on the date right then and there. Running through a list of excuses, he saw a text come in on Luisa’s phone and he knew he couldn’t leave.

‘Luisa it’s been so good! We had dinner, watched this random scary movie…’

‘Along with some other things…’

Carlos hoped his face didn’t show how uncomfortable he felt. Other things? He racked his brain trying to come up with ideas of things that she could have meant. Other things didn’t necessarily have to mean the first thing he thought of. It was naive to think, he knew that. If he could just avoid peeking over at Luisa’s phone for the rest of the night he could keep his mind from wandering to somewhere he did not want it to go. He didn’t bother to read Luisa’s reply but after a few moments when the table vibrated he couldn’t help but glance at the screen and read your reply before he was able to stop himself.

‘TELL. ME. EVERYTHING!!!!’

‘Can I call you later? We’re going to finish our movie but once he’s asleep I’ll tell you! Basically, my dry spell finally ended? And it was SO good.’

Carlos had picked the wrong time to take a drink, reading those words and immediately coughing up his water. Everyone at the table looked over at him, Melissa’s hand moving to his back to pat it gently. “You okay?” No, he was far from it but he puts a fake smile on and nods “Yeah, no I’m good. Just pretty tired.” He lied, excusing himself from the table to head outside. He leans against a wall, letting the cold air rush around him as the image of you and Pierre filled his vision and brought an ache to his chest.

#f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #carlos sainz #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr x you #carlos sainz blurb

[heartfullofleeches]

Match made on film

Yandere oc (Elliott Wiltshire) x Gn reader

Summary: A quick story where you find out the truth behind your s/o's film career and want in on the fun

Warnings/tags: mentions of death, plotting a murder, slight masochistic and suggestive themes mdni

"How do I look, Eli?"

Standing in the dim light of a basement window; the smell of iron clogged in a drain by your feet, you show off your new outfit and self to your lover. Donned in all black from the jumpsuit and leather jacket over it, to ankle high boots on your feet. A machete hung limp in your hand, scrapping the ground as you bring it over your shoulfer. Finally, the centerpiece of your costume, sat secure to on face; dotted with oranges and light reds to give it a sort of weathered look. A grey mask with a smile stitched into its jaw. Small eyes painted darker than the void of space. Without even looking, he could sense the grin on your face. Widener than the one on your mask; sending chills up his spine.

This wasn't the outcome Elliott had expected on that day. Walked down the flight of stairs. Watching him slice the throat of a man bound to a chair. One who had harassed you week prior. You hardly even look surprised, or scared. Your partner had a talent for film; his heart tethered to horror. There were many nights the two of you spent together, watching his latest movie. The sliced flesh almost looked to real to be cosmetic; screams like a man truly at deaths door.

On that fateful night, without a glimmer of fear in your eyes, you asked a single question.

"Can I be in your next film?"

His voice cuts through the silence. "You look great." His breath had been fully taken away. Between the violence and gore right beneath your feet, Elliott still wanted a normal life with you. Most of his stars only shined on the edge of death, but yours came from your smile and nearly every moment he spent with you. He couldn't lie and say there weren't times he wished he could bring you on set, and so this moment felt like a dream - a fantasy. He also could hide the fact that your attire and new demeanor were doing things for him.

"Alright." He clasps his hands together, clearing his mind of any distraction. He picks up a clipboard from the table beside him. Business always can before play. "Since the costume fits perfectly, all we need now is the lead roll. He should be at home tomorrow around six in the evening and the latch to his patio doors is faulty. Aside from that-"

He goes over a few things in detail. The plot of the film was about a victim of bullying getting revenge after a prank gone wrong. A bit of a cliché, but the freaks that viewed his movies came to enjoy a little story to go with it. You sneak forward as he paces back and forth, mischievous smile beneath your mask.

"And a think that should be all. Any notes, Y/n?"

"Just one."

At the second you gain his attention, you shove him against the side of the stairs, the hand you use to wield your machete at the side of his head.

"I think I need more experience with my role~"

Elliott swallows hard at the drop in your voice; so menacing and low. He lifts his head from the wall as you bring your hand down further, the blade tickling the hairs on his neck.

"Y/n.. what are you doing?"

"I'm just getting into my character. All the acting tips you gave me were out of costume. A ruthless killer pushed over the edge without an ounce of hesitancy is what I am, right?"

He watches you; tight jawed. Trying to read the expression on your hidden face; wondering why his heart is beating so loudly as his face hot. After a few more bets of silence, you start to laugh.

"I'm just messing around with you, Eli." You drop your arms from above his shoulders, pulling your mask up to show your happy self.

"You almost looked scared for a minute there. Im going to take a shower, then I'll see you in bed, okay?"

You kiss his cheek before hopping up the stairs; Elliot sinking to the floor, still in shock. He regains his composer and heads up the flight as well, heading to your shared room.

He climbs into bed, still thinking about what happened below. It felt like his heart was going to burst from its cage. The change in your tone; the thought of how you looked at him in that moment. His head was spinning with the emotions that the moment brought on.

Heavy footsteps sound in the room, stopping at the bedside. Eyes shut, Elliot hears the added weight cause the bed to creak; settled on his chest as he finally opens his lids. He's greeted by the smiling face of your mask, the teeth of your machete right under his chin; pinning him completely. He breathes heavy. Those small black eyes keep him in a trance; the malice behind them as thick as fog. The smile becomes lopsided as you tilt your head; your free hand snaking down his chest. Your fingers skim up his shirt as the first bead of blood falls.

"You ok, Eli?'

You stand by the door to the bathroom, towel hung around your neck as you look over at him. Elliot clears his throat and sits up against the bedframe.

"Yea, just.. trying to get some sleep before the big day."

You walk over and climb into your side of the bed. As you settle down, he notices the mask tightly held in your palm. You were going to be the death of someone before the night even ended.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere insert #tw yandere #yandere male #tw: suggestive

[theladyofdeath]

Every Other Weekend {10}

Summary: Rowan was just looking for a night of fun after his divorce. Aelin was looking for one last reckless moment before selling her soul to her everyday grind of 9-5. Neither had any idea of just how much one night could change somebody’s life.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. Explicitly NSFW will be labelled at the beginning of chapters containing NSFW content. 

A collab with @snelbz

It had been a year and Aelin still couldn’t get over how much she loved kissing Rowan.

And now that Oliver was getting older, every time he saw it he was sure to comment with his disgust. 

“Ew!” He shouted now, hands covering his eyes as they rode to Lorcan and Elide’s for a day in the pool. “Kiss when I’m not here, please.”

Aelin laughed as she fell back in the passenger seat. Rowan put the car in reverse before exiting the gas station parking lot with the six pack he’d bought of he and Lorcans favorite beer.

“I can’t make that promise,” Rowan said, grinning.

They had welcomed summer with open arms. After the accident that past winter, the months following had been rough. Rowan had just finished his physical therapy and although he still had some recovering to do, he was feeling better and better by the day.

There were still hard days for Oliver. Days where he’d miss his mom and Aelin would help talk him through his grief. Nights where he’d wake up crying and Rowan would calm him back to sleep.

Those nights were particularly hard for Rowan in the beginning. He hadn’t understood why he was the one to live, why Maeve’s injuries had been fatal, when his side of the car had taken the impact, and he'd lay awake for hours puzzling it out in his head. He was grateful to be alive, grateful that the accident had left no longstanding damage, save for some new scars and an ache in his shoulder when it rained. But he often felt guilty for enjoying life when Maeve had died. He knew Aelin felt the same, knew she hated herself for feeling relieved when she found out Rowan had lived while Maeve didn’t. It was why they’d all three started seeing a family therapist a few months before. Yrene was helping Ollie understand his feelings, helping him put names to the aches he felt in his soul. Things like devastation and loss and grief that no six year old should know, but, sadly, he did.

She was also helping ease Aelin into the sudden role of mother she’d somewhat been thrust into.

It had been apparent very quickly that Aelin would be staying with Rowan for the foreseeable future after the accident. No back and forth between her house and his and staying the night at home occasionally. Not only did Rowan need her there, but Oliver did, too.

Rowan had been terrified that it would end up being too much too soon, that it would overwhelm her and she would leave. But she didn’t, and had been pissed at him for assuming she would. She’d stepped into the role seamlessly.

Across the middle console, as if he was reading what was on her mind, Rowan took Aelin’s hand and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she whispered.

“Gross,” Oliver chimed in again, although his little grin told them he didn’t mind it as much as he claimed to. 

When they pulled into the driveway, Elide was getting the last of the groceries out of her trunk for their cookout. The smallest of baby bumps could be seen beneath her swimsuit top. 

Oliver was out of the car as soon as it was parked, helping Elide with her grocery bag.

“Quite the little gentleman you have there,” she noted when Aelin and Rowan hopped out. 

Rowan chuckled. “Don’t let him fool you. He’s just hungry.”

Elide rolled her eyes but hugged them both before leading them through the house.

“If something’s missing, blame Lor,” she noted, tickling Ollie as she passed him in the kitchen. “I sent him to the store. I sent him with a list, but to him lists are like instructions: more like guidelines than anything.”

Aelin grinned. “Must be a man thing.”

Rowan had the audacity to look offended before taking a bottle of sunscreen out of his backpack and lathering Oliver up. 

He saw Max, Fenrys’ son, and was off, the allure of the pool and his cool, older friend stronger than his stomach.

Rowan paused as he looked out the back door to the pool. “Who’s that?”

Aelin too stilled where she’d been helping unpack the groceries and followed his gaze. There was a beautiful blonde woman sitting on the edge of the pool near Fenrys, her long hair braided back off her face, a braided headband holding it off her face.

“Fenrys’ girlfriend,” Elide replied, pulling out two of Rowan’s beers and putting the rest away. She handed them to him. “I know her name, but I cannot for the life of me remember it.” She fondly rubbed a hand over her bump and sighed. “Damn pregnancy brain.”

A few minutes later, they were stepping out into the sun and joining in the festivities. Fenrys was out of the pool and enveloping Aelin in a hug. The two of them had become fast friends as soon as they’d met, and had grown closer during Rowan’s recovery. His job allowed him a lot of free time, so if Rowan or Aelin needed him, he was always there to help out. “Hey, come here, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

He led them over to the grill, where the blonde had started a conversation with Lorcan. He put his arm around her. “Rowan, you remember Asterin? Rin, this is Rowan and his girlfriend, Aelin.” He pointed to Ollie and then to Rowan said, “That one is that one’s spawn.”

Rowan was giving Lorcan a look that said You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Lorcan was shaking his head, laughing.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Aelin smiled, and elbowed Rowan in the ribs telling him to mind his manners. 

Fenrys caught their intention and lifted a brow. “What? Didn’t think I could close, did you?”

Asterin rolled her eyes but there was a small smile on her lips. Aelin decided they would get along just fine.

Elide began pouring drinks, even though she couldn’t have any. She joined the kids with a Virgin margarita with a tiny umbrella while the rest had their glasses filled with more tequila than lime mix.

“You’re staring.”

Aelin twirled around, nearly spilling her drink as she did so. Rowan was grinning. She hadn’t even realized she’d been staring but the sight was precious. Elide sat between Lorcan’s legs in one of the laidback pool chairs and she was rubbing her baby bump, so gently. One of gargantuan hands was resting on it as well.

Aelin laughed, softly. “I’m just so happy for them.”

“Make you want a baby of your own?” Rowan asked, putting an arm around her shoulder. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mom,” she admitted, wistfully. “Do you…want more kids?”

He made a big show of pretending to think about it.

Aelin’s mouth quirked to the side as she pinched his side. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “With you? Absolutely.”

“That doesn’t scare you?” Aelin asked quietly.

“Hmm?” Rowan asked, amused. “The idea of having kids with you? Hell, no.”

Aelin grinned.

“I mean, I had a kid when you met me and that didn’t scare you away.”

“Ollie has been a gift,” Aelin promised, and leaned up onto her toes to kiss him softly. “I’d be honored to have your babies, Whitethorn.”

“Should we get started now?” He muttered, wrapping both arms around her waist. “Ollie is occupied, we could steal a few minutes.”

Aelin’s head fell back as she laughed. “Tempting. Very tempting.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Rowan murmured, reaching behind her head and playing with some loose hair from Aelin’s clip.

“Hmm?” Aelin hummed, in a spot on impression of him. She bit her bottom lip to keep her grin from growing as his eyes narrowed. “What’s that?”

“What are you doing for the rest of your life?” He asked, and Aelin tilted her head in confusion.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I figured I’d teach for a while. Maybe go back to school and get my masters at some point.”

Rowan was chuckling and shaking his head. “Only you could mess something up I’ve spent weeks planning. Do you know how long it took me to come up with that opener?”

“Opener?” Aelin stepped back to better look at his face. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t mean, where do you see yourself in ten years,” he laughed. Dropping down to one knee. Rowan took her hand. “I mean, what are you doing for the rest of your life, Aelin?”

She froze, not even realizing that everyone else had gone quiet minutes ago, watching them.

“Ro,” she breathed, eyes filling with tears. “Are you serious?”

Rowan laughed, breathlessly. “If I wasn’t, this would be a terrible joke, huh?”

Aelin laughed as she nodded, using the hand he wasn’t holding to wipe her face. 

“Yes,” she said, eyes shining.

“I haven’t even asked the question yet,” Rowan chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fine.” Those tears, that smile, wouldn’t fade. “Proceed.”

He did just that.

“I love you,” he began, and she could count on one hand how many times she had seen Rowan emotional. Now was one of them. “You have been one of my greatest gifts. You’ve brought joy not only to my life, but to Ollie’s, too. We couldn’t imagine life without you and I don’t want you going anywhere, Aelin. I am so ridiculously in love with you, and all I’ve been able to think about is what it would be like to wake up to you next to me every morning for the rest of my life. I don’t know what my life holds but I know I want you beside me every step of the way.” When his voice broke he paused and cleared his throat. “Aelin, please…will you marry me?”

Aelin’s lip wobbled as her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

“Now you may answer,” Rowan breathed.

She beamed, grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him to his feet. Her lips crashed into his, but she whispered against them, “Yes.”

Fenrys hollered from where he and Asterin were playing chicken with Max and Ollie and Elide was, of course, crying. Lorcan had his arm around her and even he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

She pulled back and looked at him. “Where’s my ring, Whitethorn?”

“Oh, shit, right,” he muttered, digging into the pocket of his swim shorts. He produced a gorgeous diamond ring, and took Aelin’s hand again. He pressed a kiss to her lips and as he slid the ring onto her finger, he told her, “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

Ollie, who had just gotten down off of Asterin’s shoulders, cried, “What just happened?”

“I just asked Miss Aelin if she wanted to marry me,” Rowan smiled, holding his hand out to him.

Ollie took it, his eyes going wide. “You did?!” He looked from Rowan to Aelin. “What did you say?”

They laughed, as well as the rest of their friends, who were quietly watching the little family. Aelin could hear Elide sniffling again.

She squatted down, getting on the same level with him. “How would you feel if I said yes?”

That was something Yrene said was critical, acknowledging his emotions, whether they were good or bad. But Aelin needed the answer for herself, too, not just for Ollie’s sake.

He thought for a minute, looking for the word he wanted. In the end, he decided to show Aelin his answer, rather than tell her.

He flung his little arms around her neck and hugged her as tightly as he could.

All of her emotions came rushing back, and she didn’t bother trying not to cry as it burst out of her and shook her body.

Oliver leaned back and frowned. “What’s wrong? Are you sad?”

“No,” Aelin whispered, brushing back his silvery hair. “No, these are happy tears. I’m very happy.”

The rest of the afternoon went on and Aelin felt like she was walking on air. Nothing could possibly bring down her mood, nothing could take away her joy.

They swam and played and ate and drank until the sun started to sink. After saying their goodbyes, and collecting another round of congratulations, they were driving a sleepy Ollie home.

He was out before they even made it around the corner. 

Aelin hopped in the shower in the spare room to wash the chlorine off while Rowan put Oliver to bed, and when she came out she could hear the downstairs water running. 

She was in her pajamas when Rowan came through the bedroom door with a towel hanging low on his hips.

“Didn’t want to join me?” Aelin asked, nodding towards his towel. 

He smirked. “You really thought this afternoon was all that I had planned?”

Aelin’s eyebrows rose as he approached her, taking her hand and kissing each fingertip and then her ring. “You’re going to be my husband,” she breathed, smiling broadly. 

“Yes, I am,” he replied, tugging her off the bed. “And you’re going to be my wife.”

The thought made her giddy.

She followed him, noticing he’d cracked the bathroom door on his way out. He pushed it open and Aelin’s eyes widened in surprise.

There were candles lit along the lip of the tub, the windowsill, the counter, and rose petals were scattered on the floor. Aelin’s favorite brand of moscato was chilling in a bucket of ice on the vanity, two glasses beside it.

It was beautiful.

She stepped inside and shook her head. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, and shut the door behind them, locking them inside. “We deserve to celebrate our engagement, just the two of us.”

Aelin opened her mouth to reply but when she turned, Rowan had dropped his towel. 

He grinned, knowing very well where her eyes were glued. 

“I wouldn’t mind a celebration,” Aelin said, running her hands down his abs. She stopped at his hips before taking off her own tee and panties.

The tub was already full, steaming hot, just how she liked it. Rowan wasn’t as much of a fan of the heat as Aelin was, but for her, he’d suffer for a few minutes. He was sure he wouldn’t be focusing on the water for long anyways.

She dipped one toe in and sighed, stepping into the tub and sitting down. Rowan watched as her long legs disappeared beneath the water. He’d forgone the bubbles, wanting to see beneath the water. Last time they’d had a bath together. Aelin had filled the tub so full of bubbles that they’d barely been able to see each other over the suds, much less beneath the water.

“Come on in, Whitethorn,” Aelin crooned, leaning back and lifting her leg out of the water. “Water’s fine.”

He smirked, but grabbed a second towel for Aelin before climbing in across from her. Her foot was immediately in his lap and he grabbed it, kneading the arch. Sinking lower into the water, Aelin sighed contentedly.

“You know, you’re going to be a Whitethorn now,” he said, smiling at her.

“Aelin Whitethorn,” she tested. “I like the sound of that.”

Aelin watched Rowan for a moment and she felt her cheeks heating. 

Rowan was watching her, too, and tilted his head to the side as her blush deepened. “What are you thinking about?”

Aelin slowly shook her head,. “A year ago…I never imagined my life would be like this.”

“No?” Rowan asked, leaning across the tub and grabbing for Aelin’s waist. She didn’t protest as Rowan found her and tugged her towards him. 

As she climbed into his lap, she said, “No, but I’m so glad this is where I ended up, Ro.”

He smiled meekly and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Aelin ran her fingers through his hair and sighed contently. 

“Me too,” he confessed. “You’ve been my saving grace…and now you’ll be my wife.”

My wife. The words sent chills down Aelin’s spine. 

She kissed him then, letting her actions convey what he already knew.

I love you.

He responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her waist so their bodies were flush against each other.

I love you, too.

As she kissed him, she could smell the faintest hint of his body wash, and she knew why he’d showered before getting the bath ready.

This bath wasn’t about getting clean.

Pulling back, Aelin raised her hand up so the candlelight had the diamond of her ring sparkling.

“How did I do?” He asked, kissing her shoulder.

And damn him if she couldn’t hear the smile in his voice.

She cupped some water and he tipped his head back, letting her wet his hair. They’d had to shave his head for surgery after the accident and it was finally getting back to the length he preferred it to be. At least, it was getting close. Sort of. By the end of the year, Rowan was sure it’d be back where he liked it.

Rowan let his eyes slip closed as Aelin’s fingers smoothed through the stands, brushing over the thick scar beneath. He heard the water move and then Aelin’s lips were on his throat, the long, lean column of it exposed with his head tilted back. She murmured against his skin, “You did perfect and you know it.” Pulling back, she looked down at him. “Who’d you ask, Elide or Lysandra?”

A crooked grin. “Both.”

Aelin’s eyes went wide. “They both knew? And they both kept it from me?”

“They’re better at secrets than you know,” Rowan mumbled before kissing her softly.

Aelin chuckled into his lips but didn’t break that contact. Rowan’s hands dug deeper into her skin, snuck around her waist and held her close to him.

Aelin was on cloud nine. She had dreamt of the day that Rowan would propose but even in her imaginings, it hadn’t been this perfect. Nothing could compare to the real thing.

That kiss deepened and neither of them said a word. They simply clung to one another and said everything with their lips, their tongues, alone, words be damned.

“Remind me to kick their asses later,” Aelin mumbled, after a minute.

Rowan laughed. “Noted.”

Words vanished again and all that could be heard was the sound of water sloshing and lips breaking apart and coming back together. Rowan groaned as Aelin took his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged. She could get used to this, would be overly satisfied at the thought that this was her forever.

As his thumbs brushed over her peaked nipples, she whimpered and Rowan smiled against her lips.

“Cocky bastard,” she muttered, but gasped as he slid a finger between her folds.

“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured before finding the side of her neck with his lips.

That was the last of the conversation for a while, aside from Aelin’s soft gasps and quiet moans as Rowan worked her closer and closer to the edge. She was nearly panting with need by the time his thumb brushed her clit, knowing that was where she really wanted him to touch.

Her hips bucked and the devilish smile on his face had Aelin grinding her teeth to stop the moan building inside her. At her silence, Rowan looked up at her as he circled his thumb over the sensitive nub.

“Does that not feel good?” He asked, trailing soft kisses up the column of her throat.

She didn’t answer, wouldn’t answer, because she knew the second she opened her mouth, she’d tell him just how fucking good it felt, which is exactly what he wanted.

And that sure as hell wasn’t going to happen.

Instead, her own hand dipped beneath the water, reaching between them, and Rowan sucked in a breath through his teeth as Aelin gripped his cock and stroked him.

“I’m sure it feels as good as this does,” she murmured, giving him a light squeeze as she leaned in to kiss him.

He slanted his mouth over hers, circling her clit in time with her strokes, occasionally slipping a finger or two deep inside of her. Rowan pulled away, panting, and wrapped his hand around hers. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance and Aelin groaned.

“I need to be inside you, Ace,” he said, his other hand palming her breast, flicking over her peaked nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb.

Aelin was writhing against him, the broad head of his cock slipping in just a bit every time she bucked her hips and soon enough, he was sheathed inside her. The fullness of him made it hard to think straight.

They made love like they had a hundred times. Yet, it felt just as joyous and maddening and thrilling as that very first time. Aelin would never grow tired of it, would never want to be rid of this man that she would soon be blessed enough to call her husband.

#THE END #thank you for reading #rowaelin #fanfic #tog #throne of glass

[nadja-antipaxos]

Gold Eyes

Title:  Gold Eyes

Fandom:  The Mandalorian (2019)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Using OFC (Witch of Dathomir)

Summary: Din’s ongoing rivalry with his least favorite bounty hunter becomes something else once the kid enters the picture.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: : canon typical violence, handjob, fingering, PIV sex (protected and unprotected), oral sex (male and female receiving), swearing. kissing

Word Count: 4,972

Author’s Note: @einno-arko​ Happy Holidays! This is your Secret Santa gift. I tried to work in as many tropes as I could: enemies to lovers, the color teal, smut, little bit of angst, and fluff. Enjoy! Thank you to my wife @dailyreverie​ for giving this a beta read before I posted it. Graphic by me. 

AO3

Din isn’t sure how he let this happen. He’s smarter than this. No one ever gets the jump on him. He’s a Mandalorian. But here he is with his foot caught in her snare upside down in a tree. With a precise shot of a small blaster, a net appears and knocks down his bounty by the ankles. He usually offers warm or cold. She never does. Warm. Cold. Maimed. Intact. She brings them in however she wants. He used to think it was because she had no patience but after years of their little rivalry, he knows she doesn’t move until it’s vital. He struggles against his restraints and hisses as it tightens around his foot and starts to swing him back and forth. He goes still as she drags the bounty back to her ship. Din closes his eyes feeling dizzy under his helmet and lets the annoyance simmer into piping-hot hatred. 

Without warning, he’s dropped to the ground. Zalia waltzes over with a blaster rifle perched in between her shoulder blades. Her gold eyes peer down at him as a smirk grows on her mouth. That’s how everyone in the Guild knows her: Gold Eyes. Her dark fringe cuts right above her eyebrows. She has sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and a strong square jaw. No one knows her story. No one knows why a tall, striking human is racking up bounties instead of credits filming holovids. No one trusts her and that’s how she likes it.

“Figured you’d be off planet by now.” Din cuts the fibercord off his boot.

“That’s four to two. By the way.”  Her smirk becomes a full grin. Her accent reminds him of the Armorer but not as stiff. 

“It’s three to two.” He gets to his feet. 

In her boots, they are the same height. She wears bulky black armor with an intricate and loaded weapons belt. A hefty teal cape hangs from her shoulders.

“Clean your visor. You must not be seein’ proper. I  got that Arcona fair and square.” She taps his helmet with her knuckles. 

Din sighs heavily. He had been tracking the Arcona for days. He did all the work. His finger had been on the trigger when she swooped in. Nothing fair about it. She could be kicked out of the Guild for that but he wants to beat her at this game. 

“Gonna give me a ride to my ship?” Din asks.

“No! This doesn’t mean I like you.” Zalia laughs and snaps her helmet on. 

Din lets out a long sigh as irritation courses through his veins. He truly hopes he never sees her again. But the universe is never that kind.

“Mando, look out!”

Din hears Zalia’s words before he sees the giant fist swinging toward his head. He dodges out of the way in time and reaches for his blaster. Before he can fire, Zalia throws a smaller vibroblade at the Houk’s corded neck. It doesn’t cut because the Houk’s body is so tough but it gets his attention. He roars and charges at her but she kicks off the wall of the alley and hops over his shoulder to safety. The Houk growls.  

“I thought Houks didn’t like confrontation.” Din aims his blaster again but Zalia is in the way. He needs to take advantage of this. His attack would be a complete surprise. But he can’t just shoot her too. He may not like her but he isn’t going to kill her…yet.

“I’d say he likes it.” She’s quick on her feet as she avoids his hands. She sees a ledge and feels her rifle still on her back.

Zalia bends her knees to spring onto a ledge but Houk snatches her in his gigantic meaty hand. He tosses her to the ground like a youngling’s toy. Her hands scramble behind her. The rifle is no longer on her back. 

Houk barks out a laugh as he stalks toward her.

“Not so fast now, are ya?”

Her gold eyes widen as she gropes her armor for a weapon. The Houk raises his titanic fist once to rein a crushing blow down on her and snap her helmet in two. She flings her open palm out as if to catch the fist before it makes contact. It’s impossible.

Din strides toward them and raises his right vambrace. He sprays bright fire all over the colossal bounty. The Houk shrieks at the pain. He runs blindly around the alley crashing into walls as he tries to put the flames out. Since the threat is distracted, Din’s gloved hand pulls Zalia to her feet.  She could’ve let the Houk take him out. She didn’t. So, he hands her the blaster rifle.

Without a second’s hesitation, she hits the Houk through his thick skull. He collapses immediately. She stalks over and puts out the flames with her teal cape. Din wonders what it is made of since it doesn’t catch fire. She pulls off her helmet revealing the blonde streaks in her dark hair.

“So, what now?” Din tilts his head.

“We both took him down. 50/50?” Her gold eyes lock onto him.

“Your ship or mine?” Din asks.

“Yours but mine has the tow. Wait here. ” Zalia marches off to her ship. 

Din waits, coming down from the adrenaline when she returns with the tow and a droid.

“No droids.”

“How else are we gonna carry it once we’re in your ship?”

“I’m here. You’re here. Droid goes.”

“Hook it up to the speeder,” Zalia tells the droid before rounding on Din. “Listen, you dim-witted, mismatched piece of chrome. That thing is huge. We are not–”

“Dim-witted? Who just saved your life?”

“After I bloody saved yours.”

They’re chest to chest ready to come to blows. She grips the front of his cape and he grabs for her arm.

“We’re using the fucking droid.”

“Not on my fucking ship.”

“Then I’ll just take the bounty. I’ll–”

“Hey! Are you two gonna clean this up or make out?” A Duros wearing an apron wanders into the alley. “I got a business to run.”

“Make out? We are not–”

“Save it, sister. You and your boyfriend get out of here.”

The droid places the Houk on the tarp and hooks it up to Zalia’s speeder. She huffs and gets on. Din gets on behind her.

“That thing isn’t going on my ship.”

“Shut up the fuck up and listen to your girlfriend, Mando.” She kicks the speeder into gear while the droid follows alongside them. 

“We don’t need your droid. Just help me drag it in.” Din tells her once they get to his Razor Crest. He unhooks the tow and begins dragging it up the ramp. He’s incredibly strong. Zalia picks up the end.

It takes longer than she would’ve liked with a lot more annoyance and grunting but they get the Houk into his carbonite storage. 

“Told you we could do it.” Din sighs placing his hands on his hips.

“What do you want? A blow job?” Zalia scoffs and moves over to the crates. 

Din just stares at her and doesn’t move. Images flood his mind of her on her knees and those big gold eyes looking up at him as she swallows–-

“I wasn’t serious.”

“Why did that Duros think we were a couple?”

“Cause he’s a fucking idiot. I would never touch you.”

“Like I’d let you.” 

“Oh, I think you would. I think since I joked about blowing you it’s all you can think about.” She stalks over to him until his back is against the crate. Her hand touches the armor on his chest and travels down. 

“You said you’d never touch me.”

“I guess we’re both liars.” She stops before she reaches his crotch. 

“Do it.” 

She stops to lick her palm and sees his length twitch. His hiss comes through the modulator as she tucks her hand into his trousers making her smile. 

“Didn’t think you’d be vocal since you’re not much of a talker.” 

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” She circles his tip with her thumb and he gasps. “What’s that then?”

“Fuck off.” He grits his teeth.

“Not very nice to the person stroking your dick.” She flicks her wrist.

“Oh, shit.” He leans his back against the crate. “Do that again.”

“Mmm.” She pulls her hand back and sucks her thumb into her mouth. “Do what?”

Din should’ve known she wasn’t going to play nice.

“Bend over.” He growls. 

“Ooh, he’s angry.” Zalia chuckles. 

“Can’t be mouthy if you’re stuffed full of me.”Din slides an arm around her waist and pulls her back against his chest.

“That a promise?” She looks over her shoulder at him.

“Bend over the crate and find out.”

Zalia slips her cape around her front and hits the release button on the legs of her armor. He never would’ve guessed she had such shapely thighs. The armor is designed for full protection and doesn’t show him much. He reaches out with a gloved hand to squeeze her ass as she bends over.  

“Excuse you.”

He remembers himself and withdraws his hand.

“Spread your legs.”

He’s surprised when she listens and widens her stance. She brushes the hem of her underwear with her thumbs.

“Let me.” His voice is low

She stops moving.

“This okay, Zalia?”

“Yeah. It’ll be better when you stop talking.” She turns her head to shoot him a glare.

Din tugs her underwear down to her ankles. She shivers as her body is exposed to the cool air.  He undoes his pants and shoves them down. He’s fully hard now.  He swipes his hand through her folds and watches how his gloves glisten.

“Gloves off. I don’t know where those have been.” She glares at him.

He removes the gloves and wiggles his bare fingers. She leans back over the crate. He pushes a thick finger inside her. She holds back a gasp. It feels good. His thumb brushes over the bundle of nerves as his finger slowly moves in and out. Maker, he knows what he’s doing. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her. Even though she’s quiet, Din notices the change in her breathing. It’s shallow now. 

He circles his thumb and adds another finger. She tips forward and braces herself on the crate. 

She bites her lip as the pressure builds to an unstoppable point. Except at that moment, Din removes his fingers and waits. 

Zalia exhales slowly and squeezes her eyes shut. She doesn’t want to give him a reaction. He walks over to the refresher and rolls on a sheath. She hasn’t said a word which seems unlike her.

“You ready?” Din asks.

“Yeah. We gonna do this ‘fore I fall asleep?” She rolls her eyes but he can’t see it. 

He guides himself inside her and lets out a long breath. Fuck, she feels tight. He starts out slow. 

“Fuck me like you mean it.” She hisses. 

“Stop talking.” Din wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze. That’s not the point of this.

“Make me.” She clenches down on him and his hand falls. 

The pace picks up until it’s deliciously brutal. Zalia pushes back against him and they build a steady rhythm. His finger finds that bundle of nerves once more and moves in tight little circles. Electricity trickles up her spine. She doesn’t even care if he leaves marks on her body because it feels so fantastic. A moan escapes her and Din smirks behind his helmet. Before she can explain it away, he pulls out and slams back in. She leans forward on the crate and grips it.

“Shit, Mando.”

He plants a boot on the crate and the change in angle is exactly what she needs. He kisses something devastating inside her and she falls apart in a sudden wave. It takes every bit of strength not to cry out in ecstasy. She’s panting on the crate, limp, while her body flutters around him. His hips push against the back of her thighs until he’s filling the sheath. 

Din sighs and pulls out carefully keeping the sheath closed until he can dispose of it in the refresher. She’s waiting outside to use it when he’s done. 

“Well, you’re not half bad at that.” 

“Likewise.”

“My turn.” She shows him the new sheath in her hand.

She pushes his chest until he’s falling back on his cot. This time, she doesn’t make any comments about the helmet. She’s more focused on getting as many sounds out of him as possible and she does not play fair. Zalia rides him, giving as good as she got. 

Satisfied in more ways than one, she gets off him and goes to the refresher first. Din knows three things. He cannot go again. She’s the best sex he’s ever had. And he’s never telling her that.

“I think I worked up enough of an appetite.” Zalia snaps the legs of her armor back on and walks to the door as he gets out of the refresher. He expected a very short goodbye.

She turns around. 

“You coming along or what?”

Din tilts his head. Zalia rolls her gold eyes. 

“This doesn’t mean I like you.”

“This looks familiar.” Zalia raises her eyebrows. 

Din hangs upside down in the Razor Crest with his arms bound. 

“I heard about your big showdown on Nevarro. You caught a bounty, delivered it, and took it back? Who does that?” She stares at him incredulously. “Did you get a better deal?”

“Zalia, listen. Listen.” Din tries to reason with her. “If you knew, if you–”

“I know we didn’t get on and we just fucked…a lot but I gotta say you really surprised me. You blew up your life for what?” Zalia shakes her head. She’s about to say something else when she feels something. He isn’t alone. 

She hears him shouting at her to stop but she climbs up the ladder. She sees the cockpit and looks around spotting an orb-shaped pod. It’s where the energy is the strongest. With a wave of her hand, she opens the pod. Two giant glassy black eyes stare at her attached to a big green head with long ears. The creature coos at her. It’s a child.

She stretches out her hand and guides the pod into the air. The creature squeals delightedly. It lands in front of her before raising its hands and levitating the blanket. 

“You got some tricks, huh?” She laughs. No wonder she felt a presence. She unzips a compartment on the chest of her jacket and pulls out a piece of jerky. She moves it over to the creature who greedily gobbles it up.

Those big eyes look expectantly at her for more and she smiles. 

“Let’s see. What else do I have?” Zalia unzips another pocket and hands the creature a blue jewel which he wills back to her through the Force.

It becomes a game between the two of them. The jewel isn’t worth many credits. All its value is sentimental.  She gets immersed in the game and doesn’t pay attention to a certain someone clambering up the ladder.

“Zalia, get away from him. ” Din stops in his tracks when he sees the two of them moving the jewel through the air. 

“You’re a him?” Zalia wiggles her eyebrows at the kid who laughs.

“How are you doing that?” Din asks cautiously.

“I’m Dathomiri.” She practically waves Mando off while giving the kid another piece of jerky. “My clan are Daughters of Allaya. We have powers like he does.”

The kid picks up the sphere from the control panel that he loves so much and guides it over to her. Zalia guides it back and it quickly becomes a new game.

“I got offered an obscene amount of credits to bring you in.” Zalia catches the sphere and floats it back to the kid. “But I don’t deal in kids. Especially not ones that are basically kin. But stars, you’re in it deep.”

“What do you mean?”

“His kind were hunted. Why do you think the bounty was so high? Look how bloody shiny you are!” She gestures to the beskar. 

“I don’t know what they wanted with him. Just knew it wasn’t good.” Din sighs.

“The Guild thought I’d have the best shot at getting you. Didn’t say much else.”

“Where’s your ship?” 

“Got stolen. I figured once I brought you in I could use this baby. But seeing as that isn’t going to happen, could you drop me off at your next stop?” She bats her eyelashes at him and twirls a strand of dark hair with bright red ends around her finger.

“You’re really not going to turn me in?” He hasn’t moved for fear of her grabbing the child. She really wouldn’t turn down a chance to beat him, would she? A couple of fucks and one shared bounty didn’t mean they were friends. 

She takes the tracking fob out and crushes it under her boot. “About that ride?”

“It’ll be a couple of days,” Din tells her. 

“How will we pass the time?” She arches an eyebrow playfully. 

Once they hit hyperspace and the kid gets tuckered out from many games, Zalia joins Din in his room where she sucks him off. He comes so hard his soul nearly leaves his body.

“I would’ve given you the ride regardless.” Din pants as she gets to her feet.

“No shit. I just like seeing you crumble.” Zalia smirks. 

“Take off your clothes and get on the cot.” Din orders. 

“Think you can get it up already?” Zalia teases while removing her teal cape. 

He makes her come twice as he thrusts in from behind and plays her perfectly with his thumb. After, she sleeps on the floor by the crates. She can sleep anywhere.

It’s a four-day journey and they develop a little routine. He pilots while she plays with the kid. They all eat together and at night, their old game is back on. At one point, she even spells her name with her hips before he nearly blacks out from such a powerful orgasm. 

“You can join me in the cot,” Din says on their last night.

“Hard pass,” Zalia mumbles from her spot on the floor.

“Think you’ll find a ship on Batuu?” Din looks over at her.

“Are you worried?” Zalia giggles.

“You accepted my bounty, destroyed the fob, and you’re not dead.”

“So observant. It’s amazing.”

Din lets out a heavy sigh that Zalia imitates.

“They will come after you.”

“And?”

“You don’t have a ship.”

“So?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Zalia wraps her cape around her body tighter.

They land on Batuu and Din is able to refuel. He never thought he would trust Zalia Quinst but here they are. One of his only allies was once his greatest rival. The kid whines when she stands up to leave.

“Don’t go missing me, kiddo. Here.” She floats the blue jewel over to him. 

The child blinks at her while clutching the jewel tightly. 

“It’ll bring you luck.” Zalia pats his head and makes her way down the ladder. 

Din waits there to lower the ramp for her. 

“Someone real bad wants that kid.” She warns him.

“I know.”

“You don’t but still. Watch yourself.” Zalia readjusts her blaster rifle on her shoulder. 

Before she can step forward, he places a hand on her elbow.

“Zalia–”

“Shut up, Mando.” She places a kiss on his helmet right above the visor where his forehead would be. 

Din sighs heavily. 

“This doesn’t mean I like you.” She turns back and winks.

He watches her disappear into the vast forest and wonders if he’ll ever see her again.

Din feels rudderless. Grogu is with his kind and Din no longer belongs to his. And he has to fly commercial. It’s supposed to be nonstop but the ship has to be repaired on a planet he’s never been on. He retrieves his weapons from the hold and wanders to a cantina. 

“Come here often?” A nasal voice asks.

Din turns his head. He’s not really in the mood to deal with anyone right now.

“Zalia?”

“Hey, good lookin’. What’s cookin’?” Her accent returns as she laughs.  She takes a seat next to him at the bar and takes the drink he was served. 

“You’re alive.”

“You’re alone.”

“He’s with the Jedi now.”

“Hmm…lots of rules with the Jedi.”

“But not with your people?”

“Nope. Why aren’t you with yours?”

“Long story.”

“I’ll  tell you mine and you can tell me yours?”

Zalia explains how she left Batuu and acquired a new ship in a game of a sabacc. Greef sent ten bounty hunters after her and she killed every one. She went back to Nevarro and was informed all was forgiven. Din shifts in his seat. She puts some credits down and stands up.

“C’mon, I got better stuff back at mine anyway.”

“Yours?”

“Temporary. You know how it is. Shoot a warlord and get new digs.”

He follows her to a small bungalow away from the main part of town surrounded by tall trees. She gestures to the seats on the porch. Din doesn’t talk at first. He just sits on the porch with her and watches the trees. At some point, she gets something to drink. 

He tells her about the run-in with Moff Gideon on Nevarro all the way to his exile from the covert. He expects a smart comment or two but she just listens. Day turns to night and she just listens. 

“I…” He heaves a sigh. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not a Mandalorian.”

“Please, you’re still a Mandalorian. That Armorer sounds like a bitch. She tells you to take care of the kid, and be his dad, so you take off your helmet to find him and you’re out? Fuck her.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Imagine if I had to say goodbye to my mum and never saw her face. You’re not a Mandalorian but you get to keep the dark sword? Ridiculous. The Jedi wouldn’t let you see him, but my people pass down knowledge of the Force from mother to daughter.” She takes a long drink from her cup. “They’re just words some arshole decided mattered but they don’t. Actions matter. You bled for him. You took care of him. Of course, you wanted him to see your face.”

Silence settles between them for a while until Din clears his throat.

“Darksaber not dark sword.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna remember that.”

“No?”

“Just to annoy that Armorer lady. Want me to beat her up?”

“No.” Din takes a deep breath in. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I did not kiss you, Bucket Head. Clean your visor.”

“Bucket Head?”

“I said what I said.”

“On Batuu. You kissed me.” He points to his forehead.

“Don’t read into it. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again, Mando.”

“Din.”

“What?”

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”

“Still Zalia Quinst.” 

“You…you said actions matter.”

“They do. That doesn’t–”

Din removes his helmet letting it hang from his hand. Her gold eyes widen as they take in his face.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You’re hot.”

Din backs her against the door.

“You made your life forfeit for me and the kid.”

“Told you I’d be fine.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“And now?”

“I do. Can I?”

“Yes.”

Their lips meet softly in a tender first kiss. She pulls back.

“How was that?”

“A little…reserved for you.”

“It was your first bloody kiss, yeah? I wasn’t gonna tongue you.”

“Shame. You have a talented tongue.”

“Bloody idiot.” She grips the front of his cape and drags him over. Her tongue traces his full lower lip and he gasps. She licks inside his mouth and he moans. It’s a lovely sound without the modulator. 

With her other hand, she opens the door and pulls him through it until they get to her bedroom. They break apart to remove their armor. 

“Dank farrik, these legs.” Din runs his hands down her wide hips down to her calves. 

“Never said anything before.” Zalia brushes his soft brown curls as she kisses him. He surprises her this time by nipping her lower lip and sliding his tongue inside—quick study.

“This is the nicest you’ve ever been to me.” Din teases.

“Of course, now that I know you’re not an uggo.” Her gold eyes sparkle. “Lay down, handsome.”

Zalia tortures him by leaving tiny bites and licks all over his body to rev him up. He’s had enough and surges forward flipping them. Her head tips back when he kisses her neck and bites at her breasts. He settles between her thighs grazing the sensitive flesh before diving in. She moans loudly as he learns to use his tongue instead of his fingers. Then the smart bastard decides to combine them when she curls her hand into his hair. He groans into her skin and she loses herself.

“Mando…” She whines as she reaches her second peak. He doesn’t answer. “Din.”

His soft brown eyes look up at her and she smiles. 

“C’mere.”

Din moves over her and kisses her neck. She can feel how hard he is against her stomach. 

“I don’t have anything.” He whispers.

“It’s okay. I have an implant.” Her nails run down his neck and she feels him tremble. 

“For taking in the local talent?” Din kisses her shoulder. He loves how her skin feels on his lips. 

“Nah. I have high standards.” Zalia smirks. Din looks up and she uses her strong legs to roll him over. 

“I do too.” Din sits up and pulls her with him. It’s incredibly close. He can see every amber fleck in those gold eyes. 

She sits on his thighs and lines him up. He shudders when she takes him in her body.

“You okay?” She strokes his face. 

“Perfect.” Din sighs and kisses her. 

His hands find her waist as she rolls her hips. There is no space between them. Just two beings moving together in the soft light of her room. She cries out at how his body drags over her bundle of nerves. He’s so deep. 

They’re building towards their crest and she falters. It’s too much. She can’t possibly. Her hands clutch onto his broad tan shoulders. Something has changed and he knows it too. 

“Din…” Her heart pounds in her ears.

“Zalia, I’ve got you.” Din strokes her cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”

That’s all she needs. They fall together. His fingers dig into her hips as he buries his face between her breasts. She cradles his head and strokes his curls. The only sound in the room is their staggered breathing. 

Zalia untangles herself from him and disappears to the refresher. When she returns, Din has a sated smile on his face. He reaches out a hand and she takes it, letting him pull her into bed. 

He rests his head on her chest as she drapes the blanket over them. He falls asleep to the soothing feeling of her fingers running up and down his scalp. It’s a tenderness he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Din wakes with a start. His helmet is off and he’s naked. He looks over and sees Zalia fast asleep next to him and he relaxes. Her dark hair has streaks of purple in it now. He brushes the back of his knuckles against the ends. She stirs so he leaves a kiss on the base of her spine. 

“That tickles.”

Din does it again before taking a handful of her hair aside to kiss her shoulder blades. She rolls over and beckons him with her finger. Her hands caress his face. 

“How do you maintain this?” Her thumb smooths over his facial hair. 

“I’m allowed to see my face.” Din chuckles and Zalia’s eyebrows jump.

“He can laugh!”

Din kisses her thumb when she traces his full lips.

“You’re gorgeous.” She smiles and settles on top of him.

“Me? Do you know how fucking frustrating it is to hate you when you look like this?” He squeezes her wide hips. 

“Do you still hate me?” Those gold eyes burn into him. 

“No, cyar’ika.” Din doesn’t break her gaze. 

“You know, I like to keep moving but I wouldn’t hate it if it was the same direction as you.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

 “But this doesn’t mean I like you.”

Din laughs loudly. Zalia leans down for a kiss and he flips them. He nuzzles her neck and she giggles. 

Din grits his teeth behind his helmet. The bounty in front of him has the kid in its claws. Suddenly, something drops on its shoulders causing him to let go of Grogu. Din swoops him up. He turns back just in time to see Zalia shooting the bounty through the neck. He slumps forward and she hops down. Grogu waddles over to her.

“Hi, buddy. Remember me?” She smiles. There’s blue dye highlighted in her dark tresses.   

Grogu shows her the blue jewel and stands on her boot. She picks him up. 

“It’s a wonder he hasn’t eaten it yet.” Din walks over to her. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They get the kid some food and wander to their temporary lodgings. Once inside, Din removes his helmet and tugs her into him.

“You’re a day early. Missed me?”

“Din, I–”

“I know. This doesn’t mean you like me.”

“No.” Zalia laughs and cups his face as he tries to hide his frown. “Cause I love you.”

“You’re never easy on me.” Din kisses her softly. 

“Aw, you love me.” She chuckles.

“Ner mirdala cyar’ika.” His thumb brushes her chin. 

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Always, Always - Gordo Stevens || Drabble 6 (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: Always, Always || A Gordon “Gordo” Stevens Drabble 

FANDOM: For All Mankind (Apple+ Series) 

CHARACTER: Gordon “Gordo” Stevens 

MAIN PAIRING: Gordon “Gordo” Stevens + OC Janine Franklin  

MAIN STORYLINE: When someone “new” enters the facility, Gordo just can’t stop thinking about her. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Chapter 6 starts off with an italicized lashback to Season 1 in 1972. Also, as a warning, the rest of this chapter includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V. 💜

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1972

In Gordo’s opinion, Janine Franklin is so fine that people crane their necks just to see her walk down the hallway. 

“Hi, Gordo.” Janine acknowledges him with a brief grin for the first time in a while and winks, moving her short curls back and forth. 

Hey, girl.” Gordo’s Southern charm reveals itself almost right away and he folds both arms. He’s sporting his blue NASA logo uniform, feeling like the man in his favorite place to work. 

“Hold on.” Janine chuckles, holding both books and notes against her chest. “Settle down and go back to work, Stevens. What’s gotten into you?” 

“Are you seein’ anybody, Darling?” Gordo teases, knowing damn-well that Janine is still and there’s not even a ring on her finger. 

“All right, all right. Come on, Buddy Boy.” Out of nowhere, Ed Baldwin calls out to Gordo and hilariously grabs his shoulders, pulling him away from Janine before too much commotion begins in the hallway. 

“Lord have mercy. Janine, listen to me, girl: Whoever marries you will be the luckiest human of all time.” Gordo continues flirting and watches Janine with bright eyes. Even Ed still moves him further away. 

And yet, everyone, including Janine, cackles through each wall of this facility before life goes back to normal at Johnson Space Center. 

***

1982 

Now, ten years later, Gordo is proudly standing in Janine’s astronomy classroom and holding the one envelope that will change his life forever. 

“Hey, Jan. You got a minute?” Gordo purses his lips, even as both happiness and anxiety doubled nerves from within. 

“Of course. Ready for coffee?” Janine clicks her briefcase shut and offers another perfect expression. Her eyes and that pretty smile shine brighter than any star that Gordo has ever witnessed. 

“What I’ve got to say might get us to celebrate with something much better than coffee, Darlin.’” Gordo hands over the envelope, ready to show this great news. These past few weeks have boosted his mood for eons and Jan was always there.

“Oh, okay. Did you win the lottery?” Janine laughs, opening that envelope mid-sentence and beaming once more.   

“No, Ma’am.” Gordo chuckles, nearly hopping up on his steps.“Better. So much better.”  

At that same and precious moment, Janine finally begins to read the letter: 

“Dear Mr. Gordon Stevens: It is our pleasure to inform you that Johnson Space Center has officially reinstated your rank as Captain. After much consideration, you have also been selected to participate in this year’s Astronaut Training.” Janine covers her mouth while reading halfway through, slamming down the paper. 

“Surprise!” Gordo shouts and happily opens both arms, already prepared to embrace Janine. He doesn’t even care if her heels never touch the floor again. 

Even when Janine and Gordo stop hugging each other and open space between their clothed bodies, Gordo takes a moment and rests his forehead against Janine’s. Gordo smiles inches away from her lips once their chuckles settle down. 

“I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you, you know that?” While holding the back of Gordo’s brown hair, Janine encourages Gordo over and over. 

In return, Gordo nearly tears up because of Janine. Days before now, Gordo learned that Tracey only cared about her own press clippings when he first told her about this big news. 

“Listen to me.” Gordo makes full eye contact with Janine, nearly smoothing back her curls and boring that look into her soul as he still fights back tears. “Besides my sons, you’re the best thing that happened to me. Thank you. Thank you, Jan.” 

“You’re welcome.” Janine sniffles, smiling through her own tears of joy. 

“When I get to the moon, I’m bringin’ back stars for you, girl. All right?” Gordo can’t let ago, wanting to hold Janine forever. 

“That’s impossible.” Janine giggles, realizing how cheesy the line is. 

“With you, I can do anything.” Offering one bit of truth for now, Gordo reluctantly moves away, but holds Janine hand as soon as these two walk out of the classroom door. 

_______

By that following week, the divorce with Tracey had been made official. Tracey granted visitation for Jimmy while their youngest son is still in high school. Even then, Gordo feels invincible. No more secrets and thankfully no more judgment. 

Meanwhile, meeting Janine for coffee has finally turned into dates that happen more often at night. Thanks to Ed, Gordo even purchases dapper suits, offering roses and kissing Jan’s cheek at the doorstep when taxis drop her off not long afterward. 

“Are you sure that you don’t want to come in this time? It’s late, Gordo.” Janine offers once again. It’s nearly midnight when the taxi pulls to her house one evening. 

“I’ll only visit if you want me to come in.” While holding her hand and of course showing respect, Gordo turns to face Janine while still sitting right beside her in the taxi cab. 

“I want you to come in, but do you?” Janine offers the question back, making sure that Gordo could feel just as comfortable as she does. 

“Yeah.” Revealing his Southern drawl once more, Gordo moves and upholstery of the cab seats almost squeaks. Despite the noise, he leans close enough, smiling against Janine's perfect lipstick. This man dares to ghost their first kiss together. 

“Come on. Let’s go into my house before that driver kills us.” It isn’t long before Jan giggles, adorably tickled by Gordo’s mustache. The darkened fingertips of her soft hand caress his pale but reddening cheek. 

“Not without this…” Gordo trails off his words, smiles once more, and leans back inward, finally kissing Janine Franklin. 

_________

At first, Gordo kisses Janine on that sofa like some teenager who is hiding underneath the bleachers in high school. Janine laughs with him more often between breaths, mainly because his mustache still tickles her own skin. 

“Is this what you wanted to do?” Jan barely responds now, hitches words as Gordo dares to kiss her jawline and neck. So inviting. He’s dreamed of moments like this with her, especially when she's  working, no matter the time lost between them. 

“Part of it.” He kisses her lips once more, forever intoxicated by her brown eyes and perfect smiles as she catches peace. 

“Are you ready? I’ve got condoms in my dresser drawer.” Janine affirms, wanting to keep both of them safe during a time like this. 

“Sure.” Gordo nods and smiles in agreement, kissing Janine again as her slim legs still wrap around his waist. 

For a moment though, instead of heading for the condoms right away, Gordo makes eye contact. 

He then softly runs his palm along Janine’s bare thigh, peaceful in silence with her. The skirt that she wore tonight for dinner rode upward, revealing black lingerie.  

Regrettably though, Gordo sits up on this bed, letting Janine untangle her legs away from his buckled waist. His plump body turns for a just moment as he grabs one condom from a pack in the nightstand drawer. 

When he turns back around glances over one shoulder, Janine is sitting up on her knees, allowing that skirt from tonight to ride up again. 

Damn. Gordo thinks.

It doesn’t help that Janine is already unbuttoning the skirt and teasing him even more. She’s soon exposing these lace black panties that he “noticed” earlier. 

Before Janine can even consider crawling up towards him, Gordo unfastens his dress shirt, trying not to feel self-conscious. 

A lot can happen in ten years and despite his best efforts with Janine until tonight, he knows that his body is different. 

“Hey,” Janine moves towards him, reaching out to caress his cheek and offering to kiss his own neck. “You’re still sexy to me. Come here.” 

I don’t deserve you. Gordo thinks, thankful for this moment with Janine. He can’t even remember the last time that Tracy found him sexy like this. 

Right now, All Gordo knows that someone else wants him tonight. Janine wants him tonight. 

______

By the time their clothes reach this bedroom floor and Gordo has started wearing that condom,  Janine is riding him, completely naked on top of him. 

The dark complexion of her small hands palm his bare chest as she rocks those nearly dangerous hips. Back and forth. Round and round, driving him up the wall now. 

For Gordo, it’s been so long that he just might spill too early. Over the brown facial hair of his mustache, he bites his lips, reaching to hold Janine’s perfect hips in an effort to level himself. It’s so addictive. How could he go this long with her? 

Curls of Janine’s natural hair almost fall over her breasts and Gordo nearly shatters, looking up at her as both awe and lust course through his own body. 

“Shit.” Janine whines, reaching her climax with each passing moment. Gordo wants nothing more than to feel how warm she is at the breaking point. 

“Come on. Please? Come on.” Calling to her, Gordo’s place face now red and sweat trickles down, heating them both. Janine whimpers, feeling the same impact almost instantly before long. 

“Shit….Oh my….” Janine can’t even finish the sentence while she and Gordo each spill their warmth into the condom. Janine ends up closing both gorgeous brown eyes and furrowing her brow in return. 

And yet, Gordo can’t move. He doesn’t want to move right away. He can only settle his breathing down and look up with his blue eyes. now , Janine is smiling down at him, toying with the sly gold chain that loops around Gordon’s pale neckline. 

“What’s this?” Jan questions about the gold chain through another whisper, still straddling Gordo as he continues resting within her core. 

“Oh? Ed got it for me.” Gord laughs, rolling both eyes and reaching upward to smooth back the curls of Janine’s hair. 

“Are you sure about that?” Humored, Janine arches her brow towards Gordo, looking far too good while she still perches on top of him. 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Gordo laughs and smiles, pouts his lips as Janine leans down to kiss him once more. 

***

That next morning, Janine plans to scoot out of bed, hoping not to end Gordo’s much-needed sleep. There’s only a matter of time before last night becomes a memory and Gordo “lives” in training classrooms again at Johnson Space Center. 

But no. 

One pale and large arm slumps around Janine’s waist and Gordo pulls in her nude body, silently asking to keep warmth between them both. Gordo hums without fully opening his blue eyes, ghosting those mustached lips against her forehead, gentle. 

“Good morning,” His Southern drawl rasps as Gordo smiles and faces Janine, kissing just seconds later. 

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