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glitchfiles · 8 months

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heatstroke. [ljn]

pairing. mechanic! jeno x (afab) reader

wc. 3.8k+

cw. SMUT MINORS DNI!!, hard dom! jeno, profanity/cursing, outdoor/car sex, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, boot grinding, rough sex, degradation, name-calling (’slut’, ‘fucktoy’), etc…

an. i had this idea in june, but haven't had much time to write until recently. i had to rush a bit because i wanted to get it out before august/summer ends, I just made it lol. if there’s typos… oops… hope you enjoy :3

just before the muggy summer air lulls you to sleep, a series of sharp knocks at your windows jolts you fully conscious. as your eyes snap wide open, you turn to look to see a man standing outside of your car. he can tell by the bemused expression on your face you're struggling to figure out why he's here.

"roadside assistance, you called." realisation washes over your features, and the mystery man can't help but find it amusing how little control you have over your countenance.

you open the door slowly, allowing him time to move back, and groggily step out of the car. rays of sun prick your skin - the floral mini dress you had on left more of you exposed than covered.

"thanks for coming," you laugh nervously.

the sun is blinding, you can just make out the figure before you as you give your knight in shining armour a squinted once over.

his uniform consists of navy overalls and heavy boots; though he had taken the top half of his overalls off and tied the sleeves around his waist, you're sure he's sweltering. the white tank top he wore hugs his broad, muscular torso, which you can't help but ogle at.

"no problem. any idea what the issue is?" as he nears your car, you get a better look at his face. and just as you feared, he has a face to match the body.

his features are sharp, from his jaw to the upturned corners of his mouth to his nose. in contrast, the way his eyes soften up as he smiles at you fills your stomach with butterflies.

you catch yourself then clear your throat before responding. "no, it just broke down. i'm lucky i pulled over in time."

if you were trying to hide that you were checking him out, you were doing the worst job ever.

unabashed stares were far from foreign to him, he couldn’t say he minded them - especially when they were from someone cute.

he takes a quick walk around the vehicle, checking for any external damage. "tyres look fine," he mumbles to himself.

then he stops at the hood to pop it open. a frown settles upon his features as he begins to try to diagnose the issue at hand.

you don't even try to understand what he's doing, you're honestly far more concerned with analysing every square inch of the adonis before you.

"you okay standing out here? it's pretty hot," he turns to you. you had lost track of time, has it been a few minutes or a few hours? "you can sit in my truck, it has ac, or i can get you some water."

"just the water is fine!" you respond, even though cold air sounded like paradise right now actually, "i've always been somewhat interested in cars and stuff." you lied again.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"yeah, my dad used to fix old cars up - he'd make me hand him tools from time to time." you walked closer to him, leaving a few centimetres between your bodies.

"then, you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit? i think i know what the issue is here." you nodded vehemently, unable to stop yourself from forming an eager smile.

only when he walks away do you realise you have been holding your breath. you barely have time to catch it before he's back with two chilled water bottles in one hand and a hefty toolbox in the other. bulging muscles ripple across his arms, the sight puts a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach.

he sets the box down with a light grunt, then looks at you kindly and with an outstretched arm to hand you a cool bottle. the fact his hand, which you notice is comparatively larger and rougher, brushes against yours only exacerbates your condition.

you can barely look him in the eye as you take the bottle from him; you waste no time before cracking it open and gulping down a considerable amount. his eyes can’t help but follow the droplets of water that escape the corner of your mouth, trickling down your chin, your neck and then your chest before disappearing between your cleavage (which he had been trying to ignore from the moment you stepped out of your car).

“someone’s thirsty,” he mentally slaps himself and comments with a chuckle to ease the moment of tension.

he takes a swig of water before putting on gloves, picking a took out of the box and getting to work.

for a moment, only the sound of distant wildlife in the surrounding area can be heard. leaving you ample time to watch. the way his brows furrow as he concentrates on his job is more attractive than it should be.

“my name is jeno by the way,” he breaks the silence. you hadn’t even thought to ask, you quickly reply with your name. “where are you heading?”

“my friend’s place for a barbecue. this was supposed to be a shortcut, but it ended up leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere.” he lets out a sympathetic hum before letting a comfortable silence fall between the two of you again.

he hands whatever tool he has in his hand to you and asks, “can you pass me the torque wrench?”

you stare at him blankly then you stare down at the array of tools laid out. the temperature of your body increases even further as he smiles at you knowingly.

“hard to think with the heat, huh?” he chuckles walking past you to pick up the tool you would have never guessed was what he was asking for. “don’t worry about it, you can just stand and watch,” he said as though that wasn’t what you had been doing up until now anyway.

he’s sure you’re not actually interested in cars in the slightest but rattles on about the topic. most of it all flies over your head but you nod and giggle as your gaze trails over the veins on his arms are he tightens bolts.

after a short while, he stands up straight. wiping his forearm over his sweaty forehead he declares he thinks he’s done.

“key?” he plucks off his gloves as you fish it out of your purse and hand it over to him. “glad you know that one.” he teases.

you watch with bated breath as he gets into your car to start it; sure enough, the engine purrs when he turns the key.

he jumps out of the car and flashes you a proud smile that makes you melt more than the heat.

"so...” he starts tucking his gloves into his pocket then he rubs his hands together before placing them on his hips. "how would you like to pay?"

"oh yeah, let me just get my purse. how much was it?." you open your bag to rummage around for your wallet as he tells you the price.

your phone…

sunglasses…

a pack of gum…

lip gloss…

no wallet.

you smile up at him nervously, excusing yourself to go look in your glove compartment.

jeno follows you around to see you bent over and rummaging around. he loses track of time, too preoccupied with the way your dress rides up to barely cover your ass. he didn't notice how translucent the fabric was until now, he could just make out the outline of the thong you were wearing.

while he blissfully enjoys the show, dread fills you at the realisation you may not be able to pay. you desperately look for stray bits of cash, but you can’t seem to find even a penny in your car all of a sudden.

your frantic search yields absolutely nothing. you take a second to steel yourself before stepping back onto the ground and turning towards him with a doe-eyed guilty expression that makes something stir in his abdomen.

"i swear i had it but-" you mutter, finally moving to sit facing him in the passenger’s seat. he suddenly feels a lot bigger now you're staring up at him and he's looking down at you. "but it's not- i don't have any money so-"

"well, there are other ways to pay." only when the words leave his mouth does jeno realise there is room for misinterpretation but, for some reason, he doesn't feel like correcting himself.

maybe it was the warmth or the stress of your predicament, but your mind began to entertain itself with thoughts that had nothing to do with getting this man that you had only met today his money.

you blinked dumbly, absolutely none of the cogs turning in your brain as you started eyeing him again. starting at the neckline of his tank and then fixating on his deep collarbones momentarily before drifting down.

sweat had turned the white cotton covering his torso almost transparent. the material clung to the ridges of his toned chest and abs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

your mouth went dry; you were eyeing him like a dehydrated desert wanderer who had just spotted an oasis.

“like… how?” you blink up at him as though you don’t catch his drift. the innocence you feign starts to chip away at his self-control.

though he comes off as rather relaxed on the outside, jeno is rather rigid with himself. he had to be to run a business with any success. but at the end of the day, he was his own boss; no one had to know about this.

he glanced around. you were on a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woodland and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen another car drive past.

he could bend his rules this once for you.

“you’re not just a pretty face, you’re a smart girl, right?” finally, he gives into the desire that had been building inside of him since the moment he laid eyes on you. his charming eye-smile turns into a dark glare; his voice drops a couple octaves. “use your head.”

without another word, you stand up and sink down to squat, reluctant to get your knees dirty. you stare up awaiting further instruction.

“you know transfers are a thing, right?” he laughs sliding a hand over your cheek, feeling a switch inside of him flip. here you were debasing yourself for a man you had just met. “i think i like this much better though, clever girl.”

he can’t believe you’re doing this.

he can’t believe he’s doing this.

you untie his overalls letting them drop down to his knees and tug down his boxers. internally you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a well-groomed semi-hard cock. feeling it twitch up to attention as you wrap a hand around it. he groans out an obscenity as you begin to tentatively stoke him.

“you’re gonna need to do a lot more than that if you plan on giving me my money’s worth.” he tuts down at you, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your head.

“whatever you want.” the seductive lilt of your voice makes him reel.

“whatever?” his chest rises as he takes a deep breath and forms a light grip on your locks.

“anything.” you nod.

“then open your fucking mouth, slut.” his voice suddenly becomes gravelly and commanding as he cranes your head back. you obediently open up for him, wrapping your lips around his tip to lap at the salty fluid that had started to spill out of it.

“hands behind your back,” the look in his eyes is wild as he watches you promptly obey him without reluctance. you want to please him, repay him for his kindness.

you take the initiative to take him even deeper, creeping down inch by inch deeper with each bob; the more you take, the more drool escapes the corners of your mouth, dripping down in thick strings. you let out garbled moans, sending vibrations through him; his hand instinctively grips your locks, pushing his cock harshly into the back of your throat. you swallow a gag and tears prick your eyes but keep going.

“you’re so good,” he huffs, abdomen tightening, “you do this often? bet you’d let any man shove their cock down your throat, cheap fucking slut.”

you whine around him in protest, he lets you up to speak. you vehemently shake your head and choke out, “only you.“

“just for me.” his thumb softly endearingly caresses the back of your head. “god, what did i do to get this lucky.” he half mutters to himself before shoving himself back into your accepting mouth.

he continues to fuck into your face like you’re nothing but a hole and you take it. his head tips back as he lets out unbridled moans, comforted by the fact there was no one for miles to witness your debauchery, but infinitely turned on by the fact you were so out in the open.

jeno's breathing gets more ragged with each thrust, he hunches forward at the feeling of his orgasm hurtling towards him. if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed, you would smile as you brought a hand up to toy with his saliva-coated balls.

"oh my fucking- i'm cumming." it was the last push he needed before shooting his load down your throat. keeping you locked in place, nose smushed up against his pubic bone. all strength leaves your legs and you fall to your knees, the hard ground digs into your skin but the pain means nothing when he’s groaning about how well you’re taking his cum. you can barely breathe and your head is spinning but you wish you could make him cum again already.

after a while, he settles down from his high and slowly removes himself. his hand grips firmly at your hair, keeping you in place.

“what a fucking mess.” he sneers while admiring his work, how filthy you look kneeling before him. spit and cum cover your chin down to your chest; the low neckline of your dress is soaked. not to mention your makeup, black inky streaks ran down your cheeks. “liked taking my cock so much you forgot you had something to look pretty for.”

the look in your eyes was close to piety, unfazed that there was no way you could go to your friend’s house in this state. maybe he’d fucked your face a little too hard and knocked some sense out of you. it was the only explanation for you so gleefully offering yourself to every whim of a stranger; jeno was not a good enough man to refuse such an offer.

“want more? you know, most of my customers tip.” he says in an expectant tone. “no pressure though.”

“wanna fuck me?” you run a finger up his thigh, skipping being coy - you needed him.

“i don’t know, can i?” he wants to toy with you, however.

“i said you can do anything, didn’t i?” you shuffle closer to him on your knees, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“anything…” he repeats, dark thoughts run through his mind. a deep, shaky breath leaves jeno’s nostrils as he tries to contain the arousal stirring back up inside of him. he moves his leg forward, situating one of his heavy work boots between your legs; with the grasp he still has on you, he forces your core to come down against it.

he doesn’t have to utter another word before your hips start moving. you bite your lip to contain the sounds threatening to escape you, shame finally kicking in somewhat. but he was having none of that; a sharp tug at your hair was all it took, he tipped your head back, and all the moans came spilling out.

“good.” his praise encourages you to circle your hips faster. the panties you have on do nothing to hide how slick you are.

you angle your hips for more stimulation, your swollen clit growing more sensitive by the second. you haven’t been at this for that long, but he can tell by the way your moans pick in pitch you’re nearly there.

“close already?” he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing into you harder. “go ahead, cum on my boot. dirty, pathetic slut.” you whimper out pitifully as your orgasm finally wreaks you.

he leaves you no time to recuperate before tugging your locks to make you stand and smashing his lips against yours. only now does it hit you that you’ve skipped quite a few bases, it’s the first time you’ve felt his lips against your own.

you melt into his domineering kiss, trying your best to keep up with his lascivious pace. hands grope at your body, smoothing up your thighs and under your dress.

a whine leaves your lips when his hands roughly squeeze your ass. he wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin as he moves to start pulling your panties off, you help him get them off the rest of the way and throw them somewhere into your car.

deft fingers wander between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingertips. the slightest brush against your raw clit makes you shudder in his grasp.

“gonna use this wet little pussy, just like i did your throat.” he whispered hotly against the skin of your neck, teasing your miserably sopping slit. “and you’re gonna take it like the good fucktoy you are.”

now’s the point he’d finger a girl open a bit, maybe make her cum again. he’s usually kinder, more careful, less selfish; all that runs through his mind are animalistic thoughts of ruining you.

you see the moment his resolve snaps completely, pupils dilating as a vein pops up on his temple. with no finesse at all, you’re turned around; a hand plants itself on your back, firmly pushing your torso down, you barely cushion your fall onto the car seat.

he almost goes right in before the last fragment of sense left inside of him reminds him he’s forgotten something crucial.

“shit, i don’t have a condom.” he slaps a hand over his face, vexed over the possibility of things ending here.

“i think i might,” you hurriedly reach into the glove compartment. not taking long to produce a foil packet and hand it to him; you turn to see he has an amused expression on his face.

“you remembered condoms but not money?” he snickers. “priorities.”

you lower your head in embarrassment, begging him to get on with it. he obliges, quickly ripping open the packet and wrapping his cock up. with a deep hum, he slides his cock up between your ass cheeks. your back arches to push your backside further against him temptingly.

your mouths hang open in unison as he slides into you. he releases a long groan as he bottoms out, your tight unprepared hole swallowing him up deliciously. jeno’s body moves on its own, allowing neither of you time to adjust before reeling his hips back and slamming back in. his hands find purchase on your hips as he begins to pound you, digging into your curves for leverage; each thrust punching a choked moan out of you.

“taking me so well,” he eyes the shameless mess beneath him, skin glistening with perspiration. he’s sure he’s equally as sweaty with the heat, probably more so with how much he is exerting himself; sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, he can feel droplets racing down the sharp contours of his face to drip off his chin. yet he feels no fatigue, adrenaline keeps him going - keeps him fucking into you at a bestial pace. something about being surrounded by wilderness draws out a side of him so despicably feral, a side of him he had never been able to admit to having.

when he said he would use you, he meant it well and truly. his cock bullied its way deeper into you.

“god! so fucking deep.” you manage to stutter out as he mercilessly crams every last inch of his cock inside. you’re sure he doesn’t mean or care to, but he hits all the spots that make your walls clench around him tighter, sucking him in deeper.

“i can feel how close you are,” your legs shake, everything becoming more and more overwhelming by the second. his fingers dig into your flesh, holding your squirming body, “like being my fucktoy, yeah? gonna cream all over my cock?”

your legs shake and your nails scrape at the hard cushion beneath you as you bawl out incoherent words about how you’re cumming. your eyes roll into the back of you as the feeling seizes your body wholly. leaving your ears ringing and broken moans tumbling out of you as he drills you through your high.

once you fall, your legs give out and you fall limp on the seat. jeno doesn’t let up at all though. strong hands lay into your shoulders, your body is pressed further into the chair with his body weight. you barely have the space to breathe but he couldn’t care less, not when he was so close to the peak.

he plants a foot on the car’s sill to anchor himself through a barrage of unrestrained, choppy thrusts. your poor car jolts and whines under their power.

between getting your throat fucked raw and brain-melting overstimulation, you could not form words; nothing that came out of jeno was coherent either, guttural noises of pleasure erupted from him.

you only find out he’s cumming when you feel his cock twitch inside your sensitive walls. the fact he’s moaning your name between grunts is something you barely pick up; your body and mind have gone numb. motor function is off the table now, the only movement you can manage are involuntary muscle twitches.

jeno stills, basking in the fading pleasure, catching his breath. you’re too out of it to let out a small whine as he pulls out of you, leaving you devastatingly empty.

“you good?” he pipes up, as you sluggishly pick yourself up.

“fine, i think.” the heat and exhaustion have evidently defeated you; the look in your eyes is vacant as you wipe the sweat off of your forehead. you fix the straps of your soiled dress and plant your feet on the ground, your legs give out momentarily, but you catch yourself before you fall to the ground. he can't help but burst out laughing.

“look at you,” he takes your hand to steady you. the smirk on his face tells you he’s thoroughly enjoying the fact he’s fucked you to the point you can’t walk straight. “let’s get you cleaned up and home.”

“thanks,” your cheeks grow hot as you limp toward his truck.

“next time, bring money. not everyone’s as nice as me.”

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yeostars · 4 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 ateez as girl dads / boy dads / or both ;) imo !! {Maknae line ver.}

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Mingi- boy dad .ᐟ

Mingi having a son just fits so perfectly to me. He's going to be the most random and funniest dad to a son istg. I really need a babycloud ep of mingi playing with jaeyul (PLEASE)

Mingi would love to spoil his son fr. Like imagine mingi and his s/o going shopping with their baby son and whatever the little boy points at or whatever his eyes gleams at, mingi is going to buy that for him in a SECOND. This just popped off to me. He wouldn't spoil him too much but he would love to buy him a few things every now and then because he would do anything to see him be happy.

A huge satisfied smile spreads over his face as he lifts his son (a baby of MONTHS) and spins him around and up and down, and notices his son's small eyes and lips curved into a cheeky grin as he enjoys getting lifted up by his dad. Mingi would quite literally lift him up even when his son grows up just to tease him. Well, he'd obviously stop doing that once he becomes too heavy to be lifted. (find him crying in a corner when he realizes that his son has grown tall enough to be too heavy to be lifted by him, he wonders, WHEN AND HOW DID MY SON GROW UP SO FAST :((( )

Loves to ruffle his son's hair all the time. He lovesss to buy him fashionable clothes and turns his son into a mini fashionista just like him (just like hongjoong too) he is all proud and happy when his son is dressed in a smart & sleek fit.

San- both .ᐟ

Thinking about San being both a girl and boy dad is making me sob. Like, imagine him having a older daughter and a younger son (just like him and his noona) HE WOULD BE A PERFECT DAD TO BOTH HIS KIDDOS :(((

Imagine if he had his older daughter first, (without knowing that he would have a son later!) he'd treat his daughter as an actual princess (just how his noona was treated as one😭) would be so gentle and loving to his daughter fr. Would love to buy her new toys and is fascinated every time he sees her playing with them, and he keeps wondering how quiet and cute she is while she has her play time (like all she needs is toys to he happy? I'd give her a million toys if she's happy by them) His daughter turns out to be shy and quiet, just like his s/o . San adores his daughter so much

Imagine, when his second kid aka his younger son is born, his parenting journey goes quite easily and smoothly because he already has experience when his daughter was born first. Lets take San's daughter to be around 4 years old when her younger brother is born. San is the happiest when he sees his daughter taking care of her younger brother. Most of the time when his son was a toddler, he would be so grateful when his daughter would be ready to babysit him without San and his s/o having to request her for doing so.

San would be soo playful with his son. He'd teach him taekwondo and other sports since an early age. He doesn't even realize that time is passing by as he stares at his two children bonding and playing with each other... he'd never fail to shower both of them with love.

Wooyoung- girl dad .ᐟ

Honestly, not only me but wooyoung HIMSELF said that "daughters are the best" (in that babycloud ep while playing with ayun and arin) implying that he would love to be a girl dad in the future 😭

He would literally be sooo clingy and attached to his baby girl, like he would never leave her side ever since she was born😭 He would love to talk to her and tell her stories about him and his s/o 's childhood and stuff (even tho the poor lil girl can't understand anything cuz she's a mere BABY) well he would tell all that to her again once she's all grown up.

He LOVES to talk to his daughter in baby language, like he always copies every little sound and word thay comes out of her mouth? And his s/o would notice all that & be like " i sure am taking care of not one, but TWO babies🧍‍♀️"

Would definitely turn his daughter into a naughty lil devil just like him. Would judge and tease his s/o together with his daughter all the time, teaches her all the sassy expressions to use against her mum whenever she's scolding her. (all jokes tho, he'd def turn serious and teaches her from right to wrong if she has done a mistake)

Legit treats his daughter like a fragile flower. Spoils her with everything she wants cuz that's his one and only precious child. Kisses her on the cheek all the time, every second and every minute he's endeared by her.

Jongho- both .ᐟ

Took me a long time wondering which category to put Jongho in, but then i thought "he actually seems like he'd be the dad of both a boy and girl, no kidding"

Lets take Jongho being the dad of both a boy and a girl. After both his kids were born, the way he effortlessly takes care of both of them, makes both of them laugh with his silly dad jokes, makes his s/o wonder how being a dad comes so naturally to him.

I feel like he would be such a fun dad. He would play with them all the time and would even do little skits with them, entertains his son and daughter with plenty of horror and ghost stories and funny stories about him and his s/o 's childhood and stuff. He laughs the hardest when his kids are all scared because of the horror stories and his s/o punches him on the arm to make him stop. His family would be such a lively and happy one.

His kids always look forward to Jongho's singing. Jongho always sings plenty of songs and lullabies for both of his kids ever since they were babies. Lets imagine his daughter liking soft ballad songs, he'd be happy to sing all the ballad songs he knows for her. And if his son likes rock based songs, he'd sing such songs for him too. His kids are proud to have a dad who sings so well. Its like whenever he sings at home, he has his kids as a live audience at a karaoke who cherish his singing skills a lot.

Would secretly fuel in the fights of his daughter and son, and would find it so funny that both of them are fighting. His s/o would beg him to stop both of them from fighting but Jongho enjoys the chaos for a while & then stops both of them from ripping each other's hair off 😭

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azurexxstrawberries · 6 months

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TBHK men getting nightmares about s/o

how i think tbhk men would react to having nightmares about their s/o!

established relationship, fluff(?), headcannons

My Masterlists

Hanako

(do ghosts even sleep in the first place? ...let's just pretend they do for a sec)

he had a dream, where you left him for being a murderer.

he desperately begged for you to come back, clutching onto your clothes, tears welled up in his eyes.

but you just turned away, and continued walking.

he woke up, a cracked cry leaving his throat.

he realized it was a dream pretty quickly, but it still felt so real in that moment.

feeling a faint resemblance of a heart beating hard in his chest, he went looking for you, making sure that what he saw in his nightmare wasn't real.

he finds you curled up underneath a bundle of blankets in your bed.

he puts his cold fingers on your face, making sure that it was actually you, right there, in that moment.

...

you woke up in the morning, feeling a heavy weight on your arm.

hanako had been clinging onto you for the past few hours, making sure you didn't escape from his grasp.

he had a small put on his face, and seeing that you woke up, he pulled you closer to him and pout his face in your chest, blushing slightly.

"Thank you for being with me."

Kou Minamoto

kou had a dream where you had died from a supernatural because he wasn't strong enough to protect you.

he watched you being torn, screaming, because of his incompetence.

he shot straight upright in his bed, and after recognizing the familiar surroundings, he lowered himself back into the comfort of his blankets.

bundled up, he tossed and turned in the sheets for a while, heart racing out of his chest.

poor guy had the whole scene replaying in his mind over and over again :(

after the heavy feeling in his chest got too much for him to bear, he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to drink a glass of water to cool him down.

kou would probably have too much pride to show up at your door about a nightmare.

so he just sat down at his couch, scrolling through the tv trying to find something to help him wind down.

oh, but he would definitely stick to you aalllllllllllll day during school.

"You wouldn't die on me, right?"

Sousuke Mitsuba

his dream was about his death. everything, from the beginning to the end. the excruciating pain, to the heartbreak of seeing his mom kneeling over his hospital bed.

and then there was you.

his only ever friend.

and slowly, you forgot about him.

you went on about life, as if he had never existed.

and that hurt more than being run over 1000 times with a car.

he slowly blinked himself awake, bringing his trembling hands to his face to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

looking forward, he saw you under the delicate moonlight, sleeping soundly.

he caressed your cheek, feeling more tears well up in his eyes, thinking about the fact that you would stay with him, even with all his imperfections.

the fact that he could be himself around you.

the fact that you chose him over anyone else.

...

you slowly woke up to the sound of faint crying.

mitsuba, seeing that you had woken up, began crying even harder, embarrassed.

the rest of the night was spent with him in your arms as you stroked his hair gently, offering words of encouragement.

"I'd miss you if you died."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR READING!!! i hope you enjoyed it! im not really experienced, so feedback is appreciated! im not really experienced with writing for tumblr, so i hope this turned out ok! i learned most of my stuff from reading other posts lol id be forever grateful if you left a like!! id be really happy to know someone enjoyed my work :3

#hanako x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #kou x reader #kou minamoto x reader #hanako kun x reader #mitsuba x reader #headcannons #tbhk headcannons #slight angst #yugi amane #yugi amane x reader #fluff #jshk

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turtletaubwrites · 5 months

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In Over My Head ~ Part 8

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3424

This is part 8 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

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Summary: You have a really fun morning. Then more truths come flooding out. You might be a little overwhelmed.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Flirting, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Consensual Voyeurism, Masturbation, Sanji’s still a perv, Friends with Benefits, Crewmates with Benefits, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, did we really think they couldn’t fight?, this one has a lot of stuff packed in

A/N: This one's a rollercoaster, y'all! I hope you enjoy the ride 💜

“Why are you guys being so fucking weird lately?”

You choked on your coffee at Usopp’s words while Zoro and Sanji froze around you, pausing their breakfast battle for your attention.

“Did Y/N get them sick too?”

“No, Luffy, they’re fine. And shut up, Usopp, I’ll tell you later.”

Your eyes widened at Nami, and she mouthed ‘I’ve got this.’

“Tell him what,” Chopper piped up, glancing around with concern.

“Let’s finish up everyone. I’m sure our hardworking cook needs us out of the kitchen soon.”

Robin’s command eased the awkwardness, and you sighed into your mug.

Zoro left the galley after giving you a nod, his eyes softer than you expected. Remembering his thank you from the night before, you stared after him.

Until a lovely blonde cook stepped in front of you.

“Tell me, gorgeous. Do I have you for the whole day?

“Sanji, I have work to do.”

“You have work to do in here with me, right?”

“Yes,” you gave in, a slow grin moving across your face.

“Perfect! I’ll clear a workspace for you.”

As you left to grab some ingredients, you couldn’t resist an impulse. You’d actually worn a dress today, which you’d hoped Zoro wouldn’t read too much into. You stopped by your room on the way back to drop off something you didn’t think you’d be needing.

Sanji hummed while he prepped for lunch, and it was a pleasant way to work through the morning.

As you were finishing up labeling oils and tinctures to store, Sanji moved behind you, his body radiating heat before he even touched you.

“Looks like you’re about done, beautiful.”

“Same to you. I’m just writing a few…”

His lips touched your neck, and a sigh escaped you as he breathed along your skin.

“Mm.”

You felt his smile against your neck as his fingers traced along your thighs, lifting your dress just slightly.

“Mind if I prep you for our dessert later, darling?”

You arched against him, feeling yourself dripping down your thighs without the panties you’d taken off on the way here.

“Please.”

He pressed gently along your back, and you felt his pleased hum rumble through his chest. His skilled fingers reached around to your front, playfully dragging your dress higher.

Your breath was already ragged as you waited for him to find you.

His fingers felt the wetness on your thighs, and he was already groaning. Then they traced along your folds, no fabric keeping him from you.

Sanji’s arms clenched around you so tight while he thrust against you. You cried out at the sensation of his thick cock aching for you, pressing so hard.

His breathing was heavy while he tried to loosen his grip on you.

“Did you do that for me, angel?”

The need dripping from his voice made you moan.

“I knew I’d be here with you. I thought you might like it.”

Sanji buried his face in your neck, his fingers digging into your thigh.

“Do you like it, Sanji?”

He made a low, whimpering sound as he kissed his way to your ear. Then his fingers found you.

“F-Fuck, Sanji.”

“You are so sweet to me, angel. So perfect. Please let me taste you.”

Your body swayed as his hand played with you so expertly. The thought of more made you tighten around his fingers, and you couldn’t get enough of his eager rutting against your ass every time your body reacted.

“Isn’t - isn’t lunch soon?”

“Just a taste, my sweet. I promise you won’t spoil my appetite.”

“Okay.”

He trailed his hands down your skin as he dropped to his knees, gently guiding your hips to turn around.

His eyes were almost glazed over as looked at you, his mouth hanging slack. Something about how fucking desperate he always was for you made your body twist, you core aching and wet.

“Can I… can I have a look first?”

You weren’t sure what he meant, but you didn’t care at the moment, so you nodded.

He let out a small whimper, then laid on his back.

Your brows furrowed a bit, but he gazed up at you like a kid that just got a new favorite toy.

“You took them off before you came here, sweetheart. Will you show me the gift you unwrapped just for me?”

Grinning at him, you moved closer. What a fucking pervert.

You loved it. The way his mouth hung open, his breath hitching when you agreed. The way his eyes danced up your body, trailing up your legs, hungry for what was waiting for him under your dress. You moved closer to him, and pretended he wasn’t there.

Walking around him, you started to put your tools away. You saw his hand stroking along his length through his slacks, and you wanted to jump on him. But you kept toying with him, letting him have a peek.

When you stepped over his face, letting him see everything, his moan was too much. You could feel strands of your slick stretching between your legs, and you cried out his name.

“Sit on my face, please, beautiful. Fuck, please let me taste that gorgeous pussy.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You’d never done this before, so you hovered, afraid you would crush him.

But Sanji growled against you, pulling your thighs down until you were sure he couldn’t breathe. He fed at you, ravenous and growling, and you caught yourself grinding against his face.

It was so much, and everything building up to it poured through you.

You came into Sanji’s hungry mouth and he ate it up, drinking you in with muffled moans. A knock came at the door, and you launched yourself off of him, gasping as you pushed yourself up to the counter.

Robin poked her head in.

“There you are, Y/N. I was hoping you’d join me after lunch today. I’d love to check in with you. Are you alright?”

You were so grateful that Sanji had picked behind the center island as the spot to taste you. He was teasing along your ankle and calf with one hand while he stayed on the floor, hidden from view.

“Sure, Robin. That sounds great.”

You smiled, still breathless. She smirked at you, glancing at the counter.

You jumped as an arm appeared beside you and waved down at Sanji, and he choked out a laugh before clamping his mouth shut.

“I’d hurry it up, you two. Luffy’s already complaining that he’s starving, and I won’t get in the way of our captain and his meal.”

She winked, and closed the door behind her.

Your knees went weak when you looked down at Sanji. He looked blissed out, face sloppy with your pleasure while he stroked his thick cock through his pants, writhing as he looked up your skirt.

“You are fucking heavenly, darling.”

“And you really are a perv, aren’t you?”

You said it as a joke, but Sanji arched his back at the teasing insult, moaning as his eyes rolled back.

Well, this could be fun.

Sanji clearly enjoyed sticking his hands up your skirt as he wiped away the pleasure that he hadn’t had time to lick off your skin.

You couldn’t stop looking down at his twitching cock, barely contained by his black slacks.

“What are you-“

“Not to worry,” he grinned at you as he reached for his thick apron. You stared as he donned it, watching him place a few large utensils, and a pepper grinder in the front pocket to hide his throbbing cock.

“Are you always hiding that when you’re wearing that apron?”

“Not always.”

His wicked grin made you moan, and he was on you at once, kissing the sound from your lips.

You pushed him gently away, looking him over.

“What happens if I want some pepper?”

He took your hand, gently drawing it to him. He rubbed it along his length behind the pepper grinder while your eyes rolled back in your head.

“A lady always gets what she wants in my kitchen.”

“HEY SANJI! What’s for lunch?”

You both jolted away from each other as Nami pushed her way into the room. Your eyes went wide as you saw the rest of the crew following closely behind, so you rushed to sit next to her.

You couldn’t help but giggle with her, but tried to tamp it down.

You tried to focus on Nami throughout the meal, because the tension at the table was making your skin itch with discomfort.

Robin kept giving you that sly smile of hers. Sanji continued to pamper you, and you ended up sharing the extra goodies he’d gifted you with Luffy. Usopp was quiet, and kept glancing at you, looking away quickly. You narrowed your eyes at Nami, and she gave an unconvincing shrug.

What you noticed most was Zoro. Since Sanji found out about your arrangement, they’d both glued themselves to your side during every meal, trying to outdo each other. Zoro wouldn’t say much, besides making fun of the cook. Instead, he’d lean his body into yours, touching your thighs under the table, even giving you a small smile now and then.

Now he sat across from you looking down at his plate. He didn’t look angry like he had been, which was a good thing. You’d been planning on telling them to stop bombarding you at the table anyway.

But you almost missed his warmth next to you.

Nope! Not doing that.

Closing your eyes, you bit your lip as you turned your face down.

Fuck, what am I doing? I’m in over my head.

As the crew trickled out, Nami and Robin were left with you at the table, while Sanji floated through the kitchen, humming as he cleaned up. You couldn’t help it when your eyes flicked down to the pepper shaker. He caught you, winking as you turned red.

“Well, I’m outta here,” Nami declared with a snort. She shook her head as she walked toward the door, but you stopped her.

“Wait, Nami! What did you say to Usopp?”

“I told him the truth.”

Sanji huffed a laugh while Robin smiled to herself.

“What, really?”

“Yeah, it’s way easier than lying. Besides, he looked way too intimidated to even think about asking if he could join you.”

You gaped at her while Sanji and Robin laughed. Nami blew you a kiss on her way out.

“You’re welcome.”

Robin coaxed you out of the kitchen after you were finally able to laugh with them. Sanji tried to offer you both a variety of extravagant treats, but you shook your head, and told him you’d see him at dinner. You shivered as he bit his bottom lip, and you had to catch up to Robin in the hallway.

“How are things going,” Robin asked as you settled next to her on her loveseat. You blushed when you remembered her teasing you for more details.

“Well?”

You gave in, and couldn’t believe how good it felt to have another person to talk to about this. Gratitude filled you to have two non-men friends on this ship.

Robin was so fun to talk to. She was always poised, even when she asked you for filthy details that made you gasp. She’d chuckle as you blushed, and you’d giggle along with her.

“I’ve been wondering about this arrangement of yours. I think I’d like to see what all the fuss is about myself.”

“Oh uh, of course,” you stuttered, brain shutting off for a moment. You tried to speak again, but your mouth was suddenly dry.

Robin smirked at you, and sent arms through the room to pour you a glass of water. You grabbed the glass, taking a sip, feeling out of place. Everything you thought of to say seemed way too awkward, but you tried.

“Well, I’m sure they’d love to hear that you’re interested. I’m happy to share!”

“Hm, maybe. I’m more interested in sampling what those boys are fighting over.”

Your mouth fell open as you stared at her. Her deep, blue eyes seemed lit from within. Her lovely lips curling at the edges, teasing.

“If you’re open to it, of course.”

“I, uh...”

She let you sputter, taking a sip of her drink until you could form words. Face burning red, you set down your glass to face her fully.

“I would uh, definitely be interested in that.”

“Lovely,” she said letting an arm reach out to trace fingers along your cheek

“When can we have our date?”

“Um, well. I’m seeing Sanji today, and I don’t want to postpone Zoro’s day again tomorrow.”

“Two days then. And who knows? Maybe we’ll have such a good time that I might join your rotation.”

Your mouth opened and closed silently as she leaned close to you. You felt chills along your skin when her vanilla musk scent enveloped you.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

You nodded, and her smiling lips tasted yours. She helped you stand, then held your face in her hands, making you dizzy with her gaze again.

“Y/N, I know this is a lot, and you can stop at any time. But I want you to know that it’s okay to have feelings for more than one person. Casual might not work on this boat. But loving more than one crewmate just might. You just have to keep being honest with everyone, especially yourself.”

You were dazed when you left Robin’s quarters, wandering out on deck to try to ground yourself.

This has all got to be a fucking dream. Maybe I’m in a coma or something.

You sat on the deck, watching Usopp practice shooting tangerines at various parts of Luffy’s body while he stretched himself up and down the ship. Usopp got him in the face, and you started laughing.

Then you couldn’t stop.

“Hey, Y/N, it wasn’t that funny!”

“Yeah it was! I got you right in the eye! The great Captain Usopp strikes again!”

At this point you were almost hyperventilating, holding your sides, and gasping as hysterical laughter just kept building.

“Y/N, hey? Are you okay?”

They moved toward you as you continued gasping for air, strained laughter starting to sound more like sobs.

“I’ve got her.”

Zoro’s deep voice was close, and then he was kneeling beside you. His hushed words rolled over you as you kept shaking, starting to feel tears burning your eyes.

“Hey, Needy? Are you okay?”

You managed to look up at him while you gulped for air, as his brows furrowed. You noticed the darkening sky behind him, and started to breathe.

He leaned toward you slowly, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“Why don’t we, uh. Let’s take another break tomorrow, okay? We can just… talk or something. You can show me your plant stuff.”

You choked out another laugh, and he swore.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Needy. I-”

“What did you do to her?”

You sputtered at the rage filled words that followed the scent of cigarette smoke. You fought to sit up, still gasping.

“Why is she crying?”

“I don’t know, cook, isn’t this supposed to be your day?”

“St-Stop, please.”

Zoro swore under his breath as they turned to face you. They both reached for you to help you stand, but you shook your head, pulling yourself up.

Sanji looked like he was seconds away from kicking Zoro’s head off, and Zoro was staring at you, eyes heavy with something like worry, maybe fear.

You wiped your eyes, breathing deep.

“Sanji, Zoro didn’t hurt me or make me cry, he was helping me.”

Sanji’s head twitched while his jaw still looked clenched, but the rage seemed to be slowly falling from him.

You looked back and forth between them and Robin’s words rang like alarms in your head.

It hasn’t even been two weeks since this all started, how am I already feeling this way?

“I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“Seems like an understatement, Needy.”

Sanji started berating him for belittling you, but you grinned at Zoro’s smug face, laughing at your inside joke.

“Sanji, it’s okay, he’s joking.”

“Your needs aren’t something to be put down my lo-”

“Oh for fucks sake, can you give it a rest for fi-”

“Boys.”

They looked at you silently, and you loved that.

“I’m okay. I think I just needed to get all that out. I’ll let you know if I need to talk or have a break, okay?”

They both agreed, in their opposite ways.

You started to walk past them to head in for dinner, but you turned around before going inside.

“The day after tomorrow we’ll have to take a break. I have a date with Robin.”

You enjoyed that moment way too much. Zoro looked like you’d spoken another language, and Sanji’s face was so red, you thought blood might start gushing from his nose.

Heading inside, you left them on deck, suddenly in a fabulous mood.

Zoro had returned to your side for dinner, and you fought not to lean against his warmth. He stayed back while the rest of the crew headed out, and the tension between the boys skyrocketed.

“She needs a break,” Zoro growled at Sanji, who’d brought his own meal to the table, sitting on your other side.

“I’m aware, Marimo. I’m not the one who uses force.”

Zoro practically flew off his seat, but you gripped his thigh hard and he paused, half standing.

“I realize now that it wasn’t realistic to think you two could stop fighting completely, but I need you to remember that I’m a big girl. I’ll tell you what I need.”

Zoro sat, fists clenched in his lap. A few rare moments of silence passed.

“What do you need, darling?”

Zoro huffed, and you almost laughed.

“Honestly, I’m still figuring that out.”

You were terrified to tell them what you’d been thinking about. What you’d been feeling. But you didn’t want to lie to them. You didn’t want to hold in your own feelings while expecting them to share it all.

Come on, Y/N. Be a big girl.

Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you stood to sit on the other side of the table so you could look at them both.

“I’ve been struggling with our arrangement as it stands.”

They both looked stricken, and you hurried to reassure them.

“I don’t want it to end. But I’m having trouble with our agreement to stay casual.”

Sanji’s eyes widened hopefully, while Zoro stayed impressively unreadable.

“Robin reminded me that polyamorous relationships can work much the same, as long as we are all communicating, and being honest and respectful with each other.”

Your hands were shaking in your lap, and you felt like crying over your fear of losing them.

“I need you both to take time to think this through. I don’t think I can stay casual about either of you, and I don’t think it would be right of me to pick one of you over the other. I don’t want to risk hurting either of you, or our crew.”

You couldn’t read their faces now, and you struggled to swallow.

“Please take time to think about this. Would you be open to having a relationship with me? And would you be open to that relationship if I was also seeing the other person romantically?”

Sanji started to speak until you shook your head.

“Let’s wait a few days, please. I care about both of you, and I don't want to rush you into a relationship that you wouldn’t feel comfortable with.”

You couldn’t help the tears that stung in your eyes now. You wiped them away, standing slowly.

“Goodnight, boys.”

As you moved to the door they both called for you to stop. You looked toward the ceiling to fight off more tears before turning to see them both standing in front of you.

“Can I… Can I hug you, Y/N?”

The fact that those words came from Zoro made you choke down a small sob, and you moved into his warm embrace. You breathed him in, staggered breaths easing in his arms.

You finally pulled away to see Sanji waiting, his eyes soft. You felt your lip quiver before he held you, his heartbeat racing under your touch.

Your head was swimming as you stepped away, looking them over. I hope this isn’t goodbye. Just goodnight. Please.

“Goodnight.”

This time you didn’t turn back.

Thank you for reading! 💜

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Flesh-Devouring Part 3

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 18,592

Warnings: light spanking in this one (I know, tomato tomato) lots of angst and fluffy stuff, mentioned familial death, cunnilingus, blowjobs, some talk of harder more BDSM type tingz hehehe

A/N: our dear reader was on her best behavior in this one so no real punishments … but we’ll see how long that lasts. 😏

Header credit goes to the oh so lovely @jymwahuwu💕

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He’d called this maintenance, but you’re not so sure that’s the right word for it. That sounds more … impartial than it really is.

You’re a little too caught up in the buzzing high of a blissfully empty mind to parse it any further than that though, and you squeeze the back of the chaise lounge hard enough to make the polished wood creak under your fingers.

“Thank you, sir.”

The responding crack of his palm across your bare ass makes you tip forward with a stilted little gasp, but there’s not really anywhere for you to go.

Sprawled across the cushions at an angle, Wriothesley has you kneeling over his lap with your shuddering back facing out at the rest of the office. The power of his swing does not feel at all diminished like this, even though he’d called it maintenance and his intent was not to punish but to reinforce. It’s almost unsettling how adept he is at this oft times confusing game he’s coaxed you into being a willing participant of. The way he firmly corrects any unwanted behaviors with a hard, strict hand and then rewards the good with soft words, softer praise and the most mind numbing pleasure you’d ever experienced.

In retrospect it probably shouldn’t have come as any great surprise that you would find yourself so easily pulled into his pace given the duke’s talents in this particular … pursuit. But it does still leave you reeling every time you think about how much you actually enjoy it.

“Ooh … thank you, sir.”

You seethe through your teeth, head hanging between your outstretched arms even as you timidly arch your back to better present your bottom to him. The hand he’s got anchored on your hip, that burly forearm curled around your front to prevent you from defensively hunching in on yourself and keeping you in position, gives you a tight squeeze of approval. It drags a little higher to trace the curve of your body and it leaves a tingling warmth behind in the wake of that stilted pass, making you whimper softly when he nudges just under the hem of your jumper. He doesn’t push any farther than that though. Just teases you with the suggestion, lets his heavy palm rest over the center of your fluttering stomach as if in a silent promise of more to come, when you were ready for it.

It makes you feel ten times hotter than you already are, and you keen very softly into the static charged air.

“You’re very welcome, little miss.” He murmurs to you, low and frustratingly unphased given your own jumbled up state. “Shall we go over everything again, or do you need a few more spanks on that cute bottom first?”

You close your eyes, a stiff tremor working through you when his other hand — the one that’s been swatting your ass for the last some odd minutes — smooths over the curve of your sore behind to gently rub the hurt in. The skin feels flushed and tingly under his rough worn palm, calluses scraping against the lingering burn of his handprints, and you have to force yourself to draw a clipped breath to respond with. All you wanted to do was stay lost in that swimming daze of adrenaline and potent endorphins, but of course he always reels you back in before you can really sink, and you couldn’t quite decide if it was cruel of him or generous.

“We will be going to a charity fundraiser together tomorrow night.” You finally manage to intone after gathering up enough of your fractured mind to think straight. It was so hard to do, but well worth it when you earn a savory, validating pinch on your thrumming behind.

“Good. And in what capacity will we be going?”

You hesitate only a moment. “Romantically, sir.”

Drawing a slow, undeniably pleased breath, Wriothesley leans up to press his mouth to the small of your back, making you twitch at the intimate contact. “Thank you for doing me the honors, lovely girl. It will be the greatest pleasure of my life to have you on my arm.”

“You exaggerate …”

“I do no such thing.” The playful note in his voice brings fresh heat to your face but, luckily, he sits back to continue on with the review instead of pushing you on it. “When will you be ready for me?”

“Six o’clock.” You huff. “On the dot. Just as his grace has instructed.”

“And not a minute later. Because what’s going to happen if I come to pick you up and you’re not ready for me to spirit you away to a decadent hall full of stuffy aristocrats and over indulgent foods?”

Your mouth slowly drops open but nothing immediately comes out. It takes you a beat or two to find your voice again. “… I’ll get a spanking.”

Wriothesley hums a low sound of approval, giving your ass another savory squeeze. “And a very thorough one at that. Not like the one you’ve gotten today. I’m sure you know I won’t hesitate to take you right over my knee even in that pretty little dress I got for you.”

Pussy clenching tight, you fitfully rear back against his hand with a thin, choked off gasp. “Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. You’re a very good girl for me, you know that?” You feel him bend close to you again, and a surprised squeak punches out of your mouth when his lips press into the swell of your sore butt cheek. Eyes big as saucers, you twist your neck around to look back at him where he’s bent over your lower half without so much as an ounce of shame to show for it.

Your stomach wrenches at the sight. Just the thought of having his face so close to the spot between your legs makes you feel indescribably dizzy and lightheaded, and you waver in uncertainty there on the cushions.

“Y - your grace?”

“There’s nothing to fret over, lovely girl. I’m still playing by your rules.” Giving the heated skin one more kiss, Wriothesley slowly sits back once again to look at you. “Although it’s certainly a test of my self control when I have you spread out over me like this I have no actual intentions of betraying your trust in me, little miss. You can rest assured of that. More importantly, however, we still have one more thing to cover. What’s going to happen after the fundraiser is over?”

“I … I’m going to invite you back to my flat and have you over for tea.”

“Good. And what else?”

Somehow this is infinitely more embarrassing than having his mouth so close to the intimate parts of your body, and your face feels like it’s on fire as you carefully turn your face to press your cheek against the back of the lounge. Shy, and hiding from him. “W - we are going to have a nice evening chatting and sharing each other's company, and — and I’m … his grace is going to teach me how to … how to pleasure him.”

The last is little more than a mouse squeak, so small and faltering it hardly even registers in the air. But Wriothesley hums his approval as if you’d said it loud and clear, neither pushing you to repeat it nor giving you a hard time for your stammering hesitance.

“What a good, good girl you are. Always so sweet for me.” He praises you, soft and quiet, yet the masculine edge behind the words just makes you flush hotter still. “I hope you know just how very proud I am of you. Such a precious thing you are … is little miss ready for her reward now?”

The hand on your ass slides inward, dipping around the pudgy curve of your inner thigh to tentatively, tauntingly nudge against your cunt from behind. Every single muscle in your body instantly locks up even as you push back on him with a threadbare, deeply frazzled moan. You catch the sound of him chuckling at your reaction over the pounding in your ears, and you loose a mewling whine when he obliges you, firmly cupping you in his palm.

Your hips stutter when he rubs you like that, and you quickly fall into the rhythm he sets for you. Rolling your pelvis in time with the press of his blocky fingers, you lean heavily into the back of the lounge and reach down to grab at the hand on your stomach. You hesitate to do it, shuddering and stiff, but you quickly find the courage to pull him up higher. Wriothesley lets you guide him wherever you want, wherever you're ready for him to touch you, and his rough skin leaves the prickle of fire in its wake as you tug him further up under your shirt.

You feel well and truly mindless with it by the time you finally get him directed up to your chest. He reaches higher of his own accord then, dragging you now where you’re still latched on to him, and closes his hand around the meaty swell of one breast. The almost direct contact seems to punch the air right out of your lungs, making you lurch and sway unsteadily on the couch, but he remains as steady as ever. Like an implacable wall of heavy muscle and stifling body heat beside you, he doesn’t even falter when he starts to fondle you through the lace cups of your bra.

“You really love having your tits played with, don’t you?” He murmurs, directing blunt fingertips to the straining bud of your nipple so he can pluck at it. “Perhaps I should tell you a bit about what I would like to do to them someday soon, if you would permit me? I have a sneaking suspicion you’re going to like what I have planned for you …”

“Gods!” You hiss, your back bowing so hard under his ministrations that your spine aches in protest. Between his hands you felt like freshly wrought clay, so tender and vulnerable it was all you could do just to keep yourself in one piece. Swiveling your hips a little quicker, a bit more urgently, you carefully withdraw your hand from under your shirt so you can reach up and clutch at the back of the lounge in two death grips. It felt like the only thing that was going to keep you tethered to reality at this point. “Please tell me, your grace … I — I want to know … I want to hear it!”

Wriothesley leans in then, pressing his roguish mouth to your trembling shoulder in a fleetingly brief kiss before tipping his mouth towards your ear. “Then listen carefully, pretty girl. I’ll tell you as many times as you like, of course, but do try not to let your mind wander too much.”

You squeak at the puff of hot air against your neck, the way his rumbling voice seems to penetrate straight into your brain to consume you, smother you, blanket you in the weight of what he’s saying to you. And your cunt positively slicks against his hand, coating him in sticky arousal that smears with each circling motion of your hips to make for a truly obscene glide against one another.

“First, I think I’ll start by simply kneading them in my hands until you’re begging me for more. You always sound so pretty when you beg me for things … and having you ask me, nice and sweet, to play with your tits would be music to my ears indeed. I want to hear you say it, lovely girl. Hear you tell me exactly how much you want it.”

You felt sick with want for it, but he keeps talking before you can form a semi coherent sentence on your heavy, lolling tongue.

“Then I want to take my time just teasing your cute nipples until they’re so hard and stiff it hurts. You’ll really be begging me then, I’d imagine. So needy and worked up, but without anything you can do about it. You’ll be completely at my mercy, you know. In fact, I have half a mind to bind your wrists over your head just so I can enjoy you to my heart's content and all you’ll be able to do is take it. Would you enjoy that, sweetness? How does being helpless and spread out underneath me sound?”

An uncontrollable, violent shudder tears through you so hard that your grinding hips come to a sudden halt. It doesn’t matter though. Even without you following the pace of his hand any longer, Wriothesley just keeps rubbing, rubbing, rubbing while the hand under your shirt offers your stiff teat a promising tug.

“That’s what I thought.” He laughs, quiet and thin. Ever so slightly strained. “And once I’ve got your nipples so hard it makes your toes curl, I think I’ll take my mouth to them next. You’ll be quite sensitive by then, you know. I'm really looking forward to that, if I’m being honest … I wonder what kinds of pretty little sounds you’ll make while I’m sucking on your tits, hm? What do you think, lovely girl? What kind of sounds are you going to make for me?”

You outright keen, high and faltering. You were tipping dangerously close to the edge now. If he would just rub you a bit quicker, a bit harder … “Y - your grace - -“

“Shh. I’ve got you. You’re almost there, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy tightening up on my hand and it feels so good, doesn’t it? Such an insatiable thing you are …” Pausing, Wriothesley draws a careful breath before continuing in an even more hushed voice that sounds like exquisite silk in your ringing ears. “I’ve mentioned this once before, but I have a few toys I’d like to introduce you to. Not right away, of course. I know how sensitive and easy to overwhelm you can be … but I also know what a sweet little masochist you are. I know you secretly like the pain, so I’m sure you’re going to like my toys. I have some mean little clamps that I know would look perfect on these gorgeous tits of yours.”

He accompanies that with a tight squeeze on your breast, fingers digging mercilessly into soft flesh, and you start to tip. Your chest heaves with the weight of your impending release and it threatens to suffocate you, even as you helplessly rock between his hands with mindless, blubbering whimpers that seem to echo off the walls. You were going to cum. You were right there on the edge, you just needed that one last push. That final nudge to send you careening into a free fall. You needed — you needed - -

“I’m going to take a great deal of pleasure in clamping your nipples, little miss. I just know you’re going to shake and squeal for me. You’re soaking my hand just listening to me talk about it, imagine how good it’s going to feel when I actually do it. Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?”

You obediently jerk your head in a frantic nod, struggling just to focus. “Y - yes, sir! I am!”

“Would you like a little preview?”

Eyes slipping shut in overwhelmed bliss, you eagerly arch your back to shove your chest further out. “Yes, sir! Please, sir!”

“Hmm. I'm sure the real deal will be a bit different but,” Directing his fingers to your tightly coiled nipple, he closes them around the engorged bud to make your chest hitch. “It should feel something like this.”

Wriothesley squeezes then, pinching down so hard your mouth flies open as if to scream but nothing comes out. Tears spring up in your eyes at the sharp jolt of pain that shoots through you, and the coil suddenly snaps. Lurching forward with a wounded, faltering sound of distress, you desperately clutch at the back of the couch while you mindlessly judder and buck through your orgasm like a wild creature in its death throes. It’s such an intense, all encompassing release that you almost don’t know what to do with it, and the way he continues to hold onto your throbbing teat even when you weakly jerk against the pain just seems to make it even more powerful. You feel it all in stunning high definition so exquisite it almost hurts to cum that hard.

But, as always, you slowly start to come down from it some moments later and you finally slump there on your knees, gasping raggedly for air. He keeps up his pinching hold on your poor nipple for another moment longer until you eventually whimper and then he gradually lessens the pressure. The sharp, buzzing sting that rushes in to pierce the fog left behind after your climax has you hissing in discomfort, but he’s quick to tenderly caress the sore bud to work out some of the pain.

“You really are a masochist of the highest order, aren’t you?” He murmurs fondly after a prolonged moment of quiet, once your breathing has started to even out.

Shifting around gingerly, you turn your head to look at him through the heavy fall of your drooping lashes. “And you are the very definition of a sadist, my lord. I do believe I’ve heard tale of a marquis from long ago who shared similar interests as yours. You wouldn’t happen to be related to him, would you?”

Chuckling, Wriothesley gives your still thrumming cunt a final pat of approval before withdrawing his hand from between your legs, bringing it up to squeeze around your waist instead. “I’m afraid not, but I’m sure we would have had a great many things to discuss with one another. That’s a pretty obscure reference, though. Are you more well versed in the depraved than I’ve given you credit for, little miss?”

“N - no.” You quickly insist, shyly looking elsewhere now. “I’ve only heard this or that in passing, but I never paid it much attention. I had no idea I would one day be living that very nightmare out in the flesh!”

“So dramatic.” He softly teases, a bemused look settling across his face as he carefully gathers you up so he can tug you over onto his lap. You whimper softly at the casual manhandling, and the flush quickly returns to your cheeks as he gets you settled on top of the hard press of his cock. Ignoring your squirming, he gets his arms wrapped around you so he can simply hold you against him even when you issue a low whine of protest. “Be still. I know you have a near limitless reserve of energy stored up in that small body of yours, but sometimes it’s nice just to sit, isn’t it?”

You try not to pout, but you can’t quite seem to keep the whiny inflection out of your voice. “But you haven’t been tended to yet, your grace. It doesn’t seem fair to you …”

“It’s not so much about being fair.” He says, perfectly amicable as he lifts a hand to toy idly with your hair. “If you want the truth, let’s just say I’ll make a bit more of a mess than you do and I don’t have much interest in cleaning up the evidence of our fun little activities. It will go away in time as it always does. Nothing to worry about. Besides,” Bending his head close, Wriothesley kisses the top of your head. “You will have your chance to tend to me as much as you want tomorrow night.”

Listlessly, you reach up to tug at and fiddle with his loose tie. You were looking forward to the time you were to spend with him so much that you honestly wouldn’t have minded skipping the fundraiser altogether. “Must we go? The ball is only a formality, isn’t it?”

He draws a slow breath that presses his broad chest up into you, lifting you slightly, and then lets it out on a terse exhale. “I’m afraid so, little miss. Rubbing elbows with the aristocracy isn’t exactly my idea of a good time either, but my presence would be sorely missed if I decided to skip out on it. You know how much they stand on pomp and expectation.”

“But you are part of the aristocracy, your grace?”

A beat of quiet passes over the office, heavy in its occupancy of something still left unsaid, but at length he just breathes out another clipped sigh.

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

Something niggles in the back of your mind, but you decide not to press him any further for the time being. The intimate, comfortable atmosphere inside his office was too sacred to disrupt with any more difficult conversations than what it had already seen play out between the two of you. You liked being here with him, snuggled up on his lap as you are, and you didn’t want to ruin it. A small part of you was even a little scared that you would ruin it, somehow, so you keep your thoughts to yourself. There was always tomorrow evening, when you were safely sequestered with him in the privacy of your own home to broach such topics.

You wonder, distantly, if you’ll be brave enough to actually take the plunge.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The dress Wriothesley had insisted on gifting you despite your protests on the matter is lovely, and it fits you like a glove. A dark, slinky maroon of lace and ruffles, sheer panels that flutter around your ankles like playful specters dancing endlessly, a tight boned-corset bodice and more ribbons than you conceivably knew what to do with. You’d thought it all rather much at first, but he’d assured you it was nothing compared to what some of the other ladies in attendance would be wearing.

Much to your gobsmacked surprise, he was right.

The hall he leads you into is full of lords and noblewomen dressed in all manner of costume, from the soft and demure to the frankly bizarre. Right off the bat you spot a woman with a small toy boat perched atop the complicated piles of her hair, the immaculately polished pearls dotted through her sinfully dark tresses giving the illusion of a ferry navigating the starry night sea. Somewhat self consciously, you reach up to touch your own hair, and Wriothesley snorts a quiet laugh beside you.

“Don't give it a second thought, pretty girl.” He tells you softly, the continuous din of partygoers and the playing orchestra set up along the far wall doing well to conceal his words from any nosy potential eavesdroppers. “You look lovely tonight, and much more appealing than anyone else here. In fact, I have a very strong urge to go find somewhere quiet just so I can ravage you in peace.”

“Oh, stop that!” You hiss, sending him a heated look of warning to go with the tight squeeze you give his arm. “This is neither the time nor the place, your grace. Save it until afterwards!”

“That is a very tall order you’re making me shoulder right now, my cruel love.” He sighs rather lamentably, putting on a convincingly put out tone.

Your cheeks warm dizzingly fast at the first mention of that dreaded ‘L’ word, in jest or not, but on this you stand firm. “I’m serious, you insufferable scoundrel! If you humiliate me here tonight, I will never, ever forgive you for so long as I - -“

“Yes, yes. Your delicate sensibilities are in good hands, little miss. Nothing to fret over so much.” Wriothesley assures you, giving your tightly clenched hand a pat. “Now, where would you like to start your evening first? At the buffet table or shall we mingle a bit?”

Nervously, you chew on your bottom lip as you glance around the room. You didn’t know anyone here besides him, and that knowledge has you clinging to his arm like a lost child. This was exactly why you’d been so hesitant to accept his invitation and he’d had to patiently talk you into it over many, many hours spent in his office. Even putting aside the fact you hadn’t had anything to wear, facilitating the excuse need for him to buy you a dress for the occasion, you were still just a lowly civil servant at best. You didn’t really belong here, did you?

“You have nothing to be scared of, sweet girl.” Wriothesley tells you after a long stretch when you neither move nor speak. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time, and I won’t let you out of my sight for so much as a moment. If any of these other ladies here try to accost you, I’ll come straight to your rescue.”

“Thank you, your grace, but that’s - -“ You cut yourself off with a painfully sharp intake of air, frantically clutching at his arm with both hands now.

“And what’s suddenly got you so worked up?”

“T - that’s the honorary Iudex himself standing over there! I don’t even believe it …”

Chuckling now, he follows your line of sight across the room. “Is this your first time meeting him? Shall I introduce you?”

You tip your face up at him with widened eyes. “Are you really on such familiar terms with monsieur Neuvillette that you can just … just — walk up to him and say hi?”

“Mm, something like that.” He concedes, tugging you into motion even though you’re a veritable mess of nerves and would much rather dig your heels in. “I do share a history with him and we’re on friendly speaking terms, but I wouldn’t say we’re particularly close or anything. I can tell you more about it later, if you’re interested. For now though I just want you to make sure you give him that pretty smile of yours, okay?”

Fluster creeps up your neck at an alarming rate, thoroughly disarming you to the point that you indeed find yourself smiling like a blithe idiot when he pulls you right up to the Chief Justice of Fontaine without so much as a polite pause of hesitation. The tall man turns at your approach with an almost otherworldly grace, disengaging completely from the man he’d been speaking to when he sees who it is.

“Ah, mister Wriothesley. So good to see you, and your …” He trails off, gaze drifting to where you’re latched onto the duke’s arm. “Lovely companion for the evening?”

Greeting him with his usual idle amiability, Wriothesley introduces you accordingly and you quickly bob a nervous curtsy. “It is an honor to meet you, your … honor.”

Your cheeks positively burn at the way Wriothesley laughs but monsieur Neuvillette only graces you with a small, infinitely kind smile. “The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure. I don’t believe we’ve ever properly met before but I’m quite certain I’ve seen you fluttering about the Palais Mermonia from time to time. Do you work there?”

“In some capacity,” You stammer out, briefly explaining what you do and how you’ve been working with the Duke of Meropide recently to implement certain beneficial changes to the lives of the inmates there. It’s so subtle you almost miss it entirely, but something flashes behind those peculiar lilac irises at that and you have no idea what to make of it. Before you can even begin to pick it apart to find the meaning, however, Wriothesley has changed the subject to more present matters concerning the fundraiser.

“I thought she would enjoy getting to see how these sorts of things work when it comes to securing sponsors and benefactors for funding bigger campaigns, since she’s so passionate about helping people.” He tells Neuvillette, unexpectedly sincere.

You’re so flattered by what he’s saying, his estimation of you, that your heart gives a warm, heavy little thump inside your chest. Unfortunately he keeps talking and quickly ruins the moment.

“And of course I was more than happy to show off my lady to a bunch of stuffy tight-collars.”

Neuvillette’s brows slowly lift. “Oh.”

Beyond horrified at what he’s saying, you fiercely jerk on his arm with a scathing hiss. “What is the matter with you? You’re speaking to the honorary Iudex, you baboon!”

Politely, Neuvillette clears his throat to bring your wide eyed attention back around before he can tease you any further. “Please don’t concern yourself with it, mademoiselle. I do not mind. I am … familiar enough with the way mister Wriothesley here speaks, and I do not take offense to it.”

You sag in visible relief against your damnable beau, but before you’re able to thank him for his generosity a sudden commotion on the other side of the room has you craning your neck to find out what’s going on. What you see very nearly has your legs giving out right from under you though, and you sway unsteadily as if on the verge of fainting. “That’s … that's Lady Furina!”

You could hardly even believe your own eyes. Was this really the type of crowd Wriothesley had access to? Oh, you were just feeling more and more like you were in over your head with this.

“It would be my pleasure to introduce you, if you’d like.” Neuvillette says, carefully watching your reaction. “I’m sure she would like you, and you her. Lady Furina enjoys making new friends, from time to time, when she has the opportunity to do so.”

Friends? With the Hydro Archon herself? How in the world were you possibly supposed to rationalize that in your head!

“Don’t be nervous.” Wriothesley assures you for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, giving your achingly stiff knuckles an affectionate squeeze. “She’s a bit out there at times, but nice enough. I think she’ll like you too.”

“O - okay …”

And so it goes. Over the course of the evening you’re introduced to seemingly everyone of any power or influence in Fontaine; from the noble lords and ladies who were born into their roles and liked to dally with different causes to pass their time right down to the self made entrepreneurs who fancied themselves humanitarians, and Lady Furina does indeed end up liking you. She likes you well enough, in fact, to invite you to sit at her table when dinner is eventually served, and that is precisely how you find yourself seated between her and Wriothesley after a few hours of casual snacking and mingling.

He’d been right to say she was a bit out there and you occasionally struggle to keep up with what she’s saying but you decidedly enjoyed her exuberance, as well as her magnetic charm and charisma. She was fun, and it doesn’t take long for you to wind up engrossed in conversation with her.

“That’s very interesting, you know.” She tells you candidly, leaning close over the arm of her chair with an excitability that’s oddly infectious. “I had no idea that there was such a thing catching on in Fontaine.”

“I’m sure it’s difficult to stay on top of fads in your position, Lady Furina, so I wouldn’t be too concerned about it. You’re busy enough as it is without having to worry about keeping up with trends on top of everything else.”

She flutteringly waves that away. “Yes, but it is also my job to stay at the forefront of what’s in style and in vogue at any given time, and I fear I may have let my adoring audience down in this. Unfortunately I don’t have any dogs to dress up though …”

You steal a surreptitious glance over at Wriothesley in his nice black suit, but he’s a bit to engrossed in the conversation he’s having with the gentleman on his other side — something about boxing, given the snippets you’re able to catch — to notice and you quickly swing your eyes back around before anyone catches on.

“Would you like to have one, Lady Furina?”

She thinks about that for a moment. “I’m more partial to cats, I think, but … perhaps it would be fun to have one. A small dog that I can pamper and carry around in my arms.” Eagerly, she focuses back in on you. “And you, my darling peach?”

It takes everything you have not to glance over at Wriothesley again. “I believe I prefer the big ones.”

“Oh? That seems like it would be an awful lot of work though.”

“I wouldn’t mind it too much. It might be worth the trouble.”

“Well,” She says with a certain note of finality. “I admit you’ve certainly piqued this one’s curiosity, and I do so enjoy your company. Shall we make a day of it then? Would you like to accompany me to these boutiques you speak of?”

Your mouth opens to respond but nothing comes out. She wanted to spend time with you in a casual setting? As casual as it could possibly be, given her celebrity status in the court, of course, but … still. You were more than just a little dumbfounded by this turn of events.

“I'd like that very much, Lady Furina.” You finally manage to say around the rock wedged in your throat. “You would do me a great honor, and I’ve enjoyed your company as well.”

“Oh! Yay, I’m so excited!” She surprises you by reaching across to take your hands in hers, clasping them between the two of you over the table. “I just know we’ll have a great time together, and perhaps we could even stop somewhere afterward and have some cake? Oh, it could be just like our own little tea party! You do like cake don’t you?”

“I do.” You tell her with a smile. “And I like tea, as well. The duke here has thoroughly seen to that.”

Noising a curious sound, Furina’s pretty mismatched eyes flit over your shoulder to regard the man sitting beside you. Still engrossed in his conversation, you hoped.

“On the topic,” She says, dropping into a conspiratorial half-whisper. “I do find myself wondering … May I ask what your relationship is, exactly?

On the other side of her Neuvillette’s cutlery loudly rattles against his plate. “Lady Furina!”

Jolting in surprise, she lets you go and snaps upright to sit primly in her seat. “What! I was only asking a question!”

“Perhaps, but even as the Archon — no, precisely because you are the Archon, you should know better than to ask something so impolite and lacking in tact.”

Looking appropriately chastised, she crosses her arms in a sulk and Neuvillette turns his attention to you with a small, apologetic smile. How very odd …

“My sincerest apologies, mademoiselle. Lady Furina has an unfortunate habit of forgetting herself sometimes, but I assure you she meant no harm and you are under no obligation to discuss anything you are not comfortable with. If you two are to be friends, then you’re well within your right to tell her it’s not any of her business.”

Furina shoots him a silent, wide eyed look that seems strangely familiar to you — and then it hits you. It was like looking from the outside in on one of your exchanges with Wriothesley, and your brows take a very expeditious trip up to your hairline.

“Please think nothing of it, monsieur Neuvillette …”

Evidently satisfied, he returns to his plate and you just sit there in dumbfounded silence for a long, drawn out moment trying to make sense of it. Unfortunately you’re not given much of a chance, however, and you stiffen when Wriothesley’s closest hand finds your knee under the table. Trying very hard to keep your startled gaze on your own plate, you reach down off the napkin in your lap to grab his blocky knuckles in a tight, squeezing hold. It’s meant to be a warning for him to behave, for him to stop and return to his own space while there are so many people sitting around the two of you like this, but of course he doesn’t take heed.

Giving your knee a brief squeeze back, that broad hand tauntingly drags a little higher to brush against your inner thigh and —

“Your grace!” You squawk, a little louder than intended, and your cheeks positively burn when he turns to look at you as if only just noticing you there.

“Oh, have you finally remembered that I accompanied you this evening? It looked like you were enjoying your conversation with Lady Furina very much, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Forcing your lungs to draw a slow breath and calm yourself first, you pin him with the most pleasant smile you’re currently able to muster. “You are much too kind, your grace. Always so thoughtful and considerate of others.” Underneath the table, you make a valiant effort to pry his fingers off your leg but the damned brute won’t budge. “Of course I would never forget you. Somehow I very much doubt you would ever permit me to.”

He smiles at you, altogether innocent and polite, but you don’t miss the sly flash of mischief in his eyes. Not by a long shot. “That’s very kind of you to say, miss. I’m sure you know I feel the same way about you too.”

You give a little jerk and freeze when you realize you’ve walked straight into an insidiously laid trap. Right in front of all these people you’d just said - -

“Oh, you are such a funny man, your grace!” You blurt, desperately trying to backtrack now when you could feel everyone seated at the table curiously looking over even though they try very hard to hide it. “You’re so good at telling jokes, I really don’t think I can get enough of them! You simply must tell me where you manage to come up with these things!”

“You flatter me, miss, but I assure you I’m being quite sincere. You will forever remain at the very forefront of my mind for as long as I may be lucky enough to live.”

You just stare at him for a drawn out beat, trying and failing to figure out what to say to that. Never mind that he was making it impossible for you to pretend like you were anything but involved with each other, was he saying what you thought he was?

“Y - your grace,” You finally manage to choke out, though it’s barely more than a whisper. “Although I do appreciate the sentiment, is this really the appropriate time and place to be having this conversation?”

“You’re right.” He immediately relents, further startling your already reeling mind. “I must have gotten carried away. Will you forgive me?”

“… yes?”

Wriothesley gives your inner thigh a playful pinch before retracting his hand back over to his side and you just sit there, staring at him like he’s sprouted two extra heads. Of course you’d known he was rascally and unapologetic to the nth degree, but you’d thought him to have more sense than that!

When you hesitantly turn your head to glance over at Lady Furina, half expecting her to be looking at you in furious indignation, you’re more than a little surprised to find her eyes glistening in what could only be deeply moved emotion. All at once you realize that there was nothing else you could do about it after that blatant display. So much for Neuvillette’s suggestion that you tell her to mind her own business.

It was obvious why he’d done that. To nudge you into taking a scary leap that you otherwise would have avoided at all costs but, much to your relief, you soon come to find it’s not so bad to talk about it with her. Lady Furina seems to hang off your every word while you briefly (very briefly, when you left out the more harrowing details) explain how the two of you had come to know one another, and she outright coos in soft delight when you tell her you were still early into your relationship. You’re very glad to be able to use that as a convenient excuse for your initial hesitancy to discuss it, and she doesn’t appear to mind it at all. You even notice monsieur Neuvillette listening in with a certain amount of interest but that doesn’t embarrass you half as much as you would have expected it to.

The night drags on in this manner, primarily with Furina accosting you from Wriothesley’s side so she can lead you around the room by your entwined arms, tittering amongst yourselves like schoolgirls while she proudly shows off her new friend to everyone who will look. You find it a little odd for her to be so very pleased over something so benign, but you don’t really mind it too much. She’s very sweet to you, and even takes you around introducing you to a handful of wealthy entrepreneurs who show a great deal of interest in sponsoring your programs at the prison when Lady Furina endorses your work to them. It was an altogether lovely, even magical experience and you were so glad for it that you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be mad at Wriothesley for that blockheaded stunt he’d pulled.

He was certainly a massive pain in your ass, in more ways than one, but he was very kind to you. Enchanting, even.

By the time the party starts to wind down late into the night, you’re quite glad for it when Wriothesley comes to extricate you from Furina’s clutches so you can go home and take these blasted shoes off. You’d spent perhaps a bit too much time pacing the room with her, and she makes you promise to write her soon even as she reluctantly gives you up to the duke. You’re almost to the front door with him, seriously considering asking for him to carry you and knowing he would, when monsieur Neuvillette calls out behind you for you to wait.

Pausing together, you and Wriothesley turn at the honorary Iudex’s approach.

“Apologies for stopping you on your way out,” He says, as polite and cordial as ever. “I thought perhaps we could chat a bit more without quite so many distractions around. I’ll be headed in the same direction as you for half of the way, if you’d be kind enough to allow me to walk with you?”

You know by distractions he means Furina and you wonder at that, still not quite sure what to make of their relationship, but you give Wriothesley a quick nod when he glances down at you.

“Sure thing, monsieur Neuvillette. We can always flag down a carriage after we go our separate ways.”

“Excellent. Thank you for your generosity, mister Wriothesley.” He seems quite pleased, and you wonder at that as well as the three of you make your way out onto the boulevard.

The two of them occupy the first few minutes with casual matters, such as recent happenings in the social justice sphere, general talk of news from around Teyvat and even a brief mention of something going on in the far distant land of Inazuma where talks of a civil war were brewing. Inevitably, though, Neuvillette’s attention finally wanders over to you, and you don’t even have the grace to act surprised when you’d been half expecting it.

“By the way, mademoiselle,” He says rather attentively. “I meant to tell you that I think it’s a wonderful thing to see so much energy and passion for the vulnerable demographic of prisoners who are more often than not shunned by the greater part of society. It might be a bit strange for me to say so, given my role in their fates, but I believe it speaks a great deal to your character for you to have so much concern for them.”

Wriothesley gives your hand a brief, lingering squeeze where he’s holding it between the two of you. Whether he meant it that way or not, you find yourself remembering the hard learned lesson he’d taught you about graciously accepting what you’re given, and you smile up at the Chief Justice somewhat bashfully.

“Thank you, your honor. You flatter me.”

He inquisitively tips his head to one side, looking at you with a certain amount of interest now. “I only speak the truth, and you are very welcome. May I ask, though, why you do it? I can only imagine there must be some reason for you to choose this cause instead of any other.”

Your steps falter in your surprise and a dull chill rushes over you. Stamping down the urge to defensively pull away from him, you swivel your head around to look up at Wriothesley. “I … I haven’t even told you that yet, have I?”

Something unreadable passes across his face, and he gives your hand another tight squeeze. But this time he doesn’t stop squeezing it. “It’s alright. I figured you would when you were ready. If you want to tell monsieur Neuvillette now, I won’t take any offense.”

You still hesitate a moment, feeling more than just a little bad about not telling him sooner. But in terms of dependability, you’d come to realize that Wriothesley always meant what he said. Even if what he was saying was so indirect and confounding that you sometimes couldn’t make any sense of it, so you trusted that it really wouldn’t cause any bad blood between you two. You’d have to make sure to apologize later, though.

Cautiously, you turn your face up to Neuvillette again. “I don’t know if this is the answer you were expecting, your honor, but … my father was an inmate at Meropide a long time ago.”

Neuvillette doesn’t so much as blink at that information. But Wriothesley, on the other hand, gives a mild jolt that you feel run up his arm, and you gasp when he suddenly yanks you around to look at him, stopping right there in the middle of the street.

Eyes going big, you tip your head all the way back to take in his shuttered but clearly confused expression. “What?” You yelp when he doesn’t say anything, just silently looming over you like that while monsieur Neuvillette watches on. “It was a long time ago, like I said, and I’m not mad about it anymore. You don’t have to worry about a conflict of interest on my part, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Wriothesley huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “That is hardly the most pressing concern on my mind right now.”

“Wha - -“

“Mademoiselle,” Neuvillette ventures softly, prompting you to warily drag your attention away from Wriothesley so you can look up at him again. “Will you tell us the rest of your story? There is more, I presume.”

“Uh,” You surreptitiously glance between the two men, not sure what to make of this unexpectedly tense atmosphere. “Sure, I guess, but I don’t really know if I want to continue if it’s going to make the both of you mad.”

Gently tugging on your hand, Wriothesley brings you back around to him, and you think your neck is going to get a cramp if they kept this up much longer. “No one is mad at you, miss. Least of all me. I’m just surprised, is all … but I want to hear the rest as well.”

Drawing a deep breath to steady your nerves, you let it back out in a rush. “He was arrested for bribery and sentenced to ten years in prison. I was five at the time, so I was just old enough to somewhat understand that he’d been taken away and wouldn’t be coming back for a long time. It made me mad at first because it was just me and my mother, and she struggled to take care of me by herself. We were … we were never very well off and I think that’s why he did it. To try and get a leg up so he could take care of us better. I don’t condone it,” You emphasize with a quick glance in Neuvillette’s direction. “But I can sort of understand it, you know? Anyway, as time went on, I stopped being mad about it and instead I started to look forward to him coming home when his sentence was almost up.”

You trail off, suddenly feeling uncertain about relaying the rest, but Wriothesley reaches out to take your other hand as well, holding them both now. “I heard a ‘but’ in there. Take your time if you need to, but please continue.”

Floundering — and very embarrassed to be doing this in front of the honorary Iudex of all people — you shyly glance down at your shoes. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to get them off.

“W - well … there’s not really much else to say, if I’m being honest. He never came home. My father decided to stay in Meropide instead, and he died a few years later right after I turned nineteen. They said it was a fight that got out of hand. Someone had a weapon they’d made, and they stabbed him with it. The other inmate insisted it was just an accident though. Said he hadn’t meant to hurt him like that, and I believe him. Soooo … here I am now. But like I said, no hard feelings or anything. Stuff just happens sometimes.”

Wriothesley starts to say something, hesitates, and then draws a quick breath but it is monsieur Neuvillette who speaks first.

“I see. I was worried it would be something like that.”

Blinking owlishly, you turn your head to look over at him just as the first rain droplets start to come down. They’re fat and heavy, and incredibly cold, making your skin break out in clammy goosebumps almost instantly, but you can’t quite seem to tear your eyes away from Neuvillette. His expression hasn’t exactly changed in any noticeable way but something about him just looks so very … sad it wrenches at your poor heart.

“What do you mean, monsieur?”

“I seem to recall, now that I think of it,” He says evenly, not at all concerned about the rain quickly soaking through his hair to make it stick to his face in a few spots. “A man by the name of Antoine. He had a young wife who took the stand during his trial. She begged for leniency for her husband, citing the daughter waiting for him at home, but I unfortunately had none to give. That was your father, wasn’t it?”

Numbly, you nod your head. “I’m surprised you remember something from so long ago…”

Slowly, Neuvillette draws a careful breath before continuing. “The law is quite clear, mademoiselle. Although it pained me a great deal to do it, I had to deliver a just and appropriate ruling for the crime committed. This may not mean much to you, but I am sorry for taking your father from you. As for the matter of him choosing to stay at the fortress even after his sentence was served … I apologize for that too.”

“It’s alright. That wasn’t your fault and there wasn’t anything you could have done about it anyway. You were just doing your job, monsieur Neuvillette. I don’t blame you for that.” You try to offer him a reassuring smile, but that shroud of sadness around him does not dissipate. In fact, it actually seems to become more pronounced.

“Thank you for your kindness, mademoiselle.” He says over the rain as it picks up and really starts to hammer down on the three of you. “I do not deserve your forgiveness, but I will cherish it always. Regrettably I have just recalled that there is something I’ve forgotten to take care of for Lady Furina, so I am afraid I must take my leave and return to her now. I do hope you both have a pleasant evening though.”

“O - okay …” You murmur, wondering if you’ve done something wrong as you watch him turn and walk away to leave you and Wriothesley standing there in the sudden downpour.

Hesitantly, you tip your head back to share a long look with him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Gods, I’m drenched right through!” You hiss, ripping off your soaked, elbow length gloves so you can viscously slap them down on the table with a loud wet plap! You felt like a drowned rat and you probably look it too as you turn to face Wriothesley where he’s peeling off his coat in the doorway. “Was it even supposed to rain tonight?”

“You know how unpredictable the weather can be here,” He murmurs, hanging up his dripping jacket on the metal rack in the corner before moving across the room to close the distance. Your heart gives a startled jolt at his purposeful strides, but all he does is reach out to take your hips and pull you in against him, unconcerned with the soft wet squelch that sounds between the two of you. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I - I’m fine. I already told you that, didn’t I?” You squeak, carefully bringing your hands up to brace them on his front. He was acting so strange, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was upset with you or not. “What has gotten into you? I’m not used to you treating me like fragile glass that will shatter at the first upset. Really, your grace, you’re blowing this just a bit out of proportion.”

“I think you are the very last person I ever want to hear that from.” He rumbles, dragging his hands higher to cradle around your ribs. Just holding you, letting the warmth of him bleed through your soaked clothes for a long moment until you eventually shiver at the cold. Sighing softly, he begins to rub over you as if to warm you up. “If you’re positive then I won’t press the matter any further, but I hope you know how much of a surprise you gave me back there. For a moment I thought … I actually thought I had your father imprisoned in my fortress right this very moment.”

You smile to yourself, unable to stop it. “Would you have let him out for me?”

He snorts a quiet laugh in response, putting you somewhat more at ease. “I think that would’ve been pushing it just a little bit, don’t you?”

“Yes, your grace. Even if he was still there I wouldn’t expect any special privileges just because you and I are … well, I suppose we might as well already be married as far as everyone sitting at our table is concerned. Did you see the way they kept looking at us?”

“I did, and I think you handled it all with grace and poise, just like I knew you would.”

A heavy, long suffering sigh. “You are the biggest scoundrel I’ve ever known.”

“If you keep up with that talk of marriage, I’ll soon be the only scoundrel you know.”

Clicking your tongue, more embarrassed than annoyed, you start to pull away, but Wriothesley just gathers you more firmly against his front. With hardly any effort at all to show for it, he abruptly picks you straight up off the floor so he can make his way over to the bathroom with you, shouldering the door open even as you weakly protest to being carried around like an invalid. Soundly ignoring you, he sets you down on your feet again and then moves to find the matchsticks so he can light the candles in the room. You huff and watch him do it, trying and failing to stamp down the excitement suddenly bubbling to life low in your gut.

Oh, this was …

Dutifully, Wriothesley steps over to the tub once the bathroom is aglow with a soft, flickering light, and he bends to put the stopper in place. The sound of rushing water soon dominates the cramped space when he turns the faucet on and, finally, he turns to you once again.

“We don’t want you catching cold.” He says by way of explanation at your curious look, reaching around behind you to fiddle with the zipper on your dress.

“No, I suppose we don’t.”

He gives you a certain look that makes your toes curl in their much too uncomfortable shoes as the dainty zipper descends but, to your surprise, he promptly starts to pull away.

“Take your time and get comfortable, little miss. I’ll dry off in the other room and - -“

Cutting off when you snag his sleeve, Wriothesley tips his head down to look at where you’re holding onto him. There’s a question in his eyes when he brings his attention back up, and you forcibly swallow down your nerves before they can get the better of you. “You can stay. If you’d like.”

A quiet moment passes over the room. He just studies you in that time, making you feel more and more jittery inside, before eventually drawing a carefully measured breath. “Would you like me to sit and watch you bathe, pretty girl?”

“I thought perhaps you could join me.”

You’d half expected him to be excited about that offer, but the bemused look he gives you is more teasing than happy. “You know I’ll have to get undressed for that, don’t you? Or would you have me sit in your tub with you fully clothed?”

You almost snap at him to forget about the whole thing then, but you quickly rein your emotions back under control. His patience with you thus far has been perfectly commendable. Nothing short of astonishing, in fact, even when you’d desperately clung to what little bit of modesty you still had to your name for weeks now. It was understandable then that he wouldn’t assume you to be ready to cross so many boundaries all at once in one night. You naked, him naked … even when you’d discussed the matter of wanting to tend to him, he’d assured you that over his clothes would be fine so this was quite a big step beyond that.

Resolutely, you square your shoulders. “I would never expect you to do something so silly and I know what it is I’m asking for, your grace.”

The mischief fades from his face, and he looks at you quite seriously now. “You’re certain?”

“Yes, Wriothesley, I’m not sure how many times you expect me to say it but - -“

He grabs your face between his hands and suddenly tugs you up into a possessive kiss, making you squawk against his mouth in your surprise. You hadn’t expected such a reaction out of him given his initial response, but it only lasts a short moment before he’s pulling back to look at your wide eyed expression.

“If you change your mind at any point just say the word and I’ll get out immediately. I’m sure you understand this, precious girl, but I want to make sure you know that this is not your last chance to tell me ‘no’. You’ll always have that power over me no matter what we do together, and you only need to tell me once for me to listen. Are we on the same page here?”

“Yes, your grace.” You murmur, smiling up at him now.

He smiles too, leaning down to kiss you again before decisively setting in to work on disrobing you. It takes some shimmying to get the wet fabric of your dress peeled off over your head when the sleeves and bodice wanted to stick, but it eventually lands in the corner with a resounding wet plap! At your weak protest he assures you he’ll just buy you another, and then his hands are working on the clasps of your brassier.

Wriothesley is surprisingly gentle with the delicate hooks, something that you hadn’t exactly expected when you’d never let him relieve you of that particular item before, but it fills you with a great deal of soft warmth for him. Reaching up, you also get to work on unbuttoning his waistcoat, and by the time you have it hanging loose around him he’s tugging the bra straps down your arms.

You tense up slightly, hesitating for just a heartbeat before allowing him to pull it off of you. Your nipples are stiff and cold from the rain, jutting out in attention seeking points, and he softly growls at the sight of them. As he brings his hands up to palm them, you start to wonder if you’ll even make it into the tub at this rate. You already felt so hot …

Your eyes go big in sudden horror. “The water!”

Snapping out of his trance, Wriothesley twists around to smack the faucet off and you force your lungs to expand with the now steamy air in the resounding quiet. All you can make out is the soft flicker of the candles, and your own wild pulse pounding in your ears.

“We almost got distracted there, didn’t we?” He says after a pause.

“Yes, your grace. My apologies.”

He turns back to you, tugging roughly at the tie around his neck. “What do you have to apologize for? We would have just cleaned up the mess when we were done … though I suppose the whole flat would’ve been flooded by the time I’m done with you.”

You impotently shudder at the jolt of arousal that tears through you. This man was certainly crass. “You are truly hopeless, sir …”

“Only where you’re involved.” Wriothesley sends you a meaningful look across the short distance, smiling when you react with fluster. He quickly yanks his tie off over his head and then shrugs out of his waistcoat, eyeing you rather covetously while he does it. “You look beautiful standing there like that, by the way. Your tits are even prettier than I imagined them to be.”

“O - oh,” You quake from head to toe, and shyly bring your hands up to cover yourself. He’s on you in the time it takes you to blink, however, and you outright yelp when he grabs around your middle so he can haul you up off the floor again. Your head spins with the sudden rush of movement but he just neatly deposits you into the stool in the corner you used for easy access to your drying racks. You barely have enough of a chance to process what’s even happening when you suddenly find Wriothesley kneeling at your feet, and your heart jackhammers straight up into your throat.

All he does is reach out to fiddle with the buckles on one of your shoes though, bending his head over the task, and you somehow manage to breathe a stilted sigh of relief.

“Thank you, your grace …” You murmur softly into the stillness, watching him patiently work with the delicate straps. “You didn’t have to do that though.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t do it sooner. I noticed the way you were walking earlier … like you were stepping down on needles, but I figured you wouldn’t appreciate me starting to disrobe you in public.” A brief, mischievous look accompanies that and you just flush even hotter. “If these hurt your feet then you should toss them. I’ll buy you new ones that are much more comfortable.”

“You’re offering to buy me an awful lot tonight …”

“Only because you deserve to have nice things.” He tells you, perfectly sincere in that assertion, as your shoe finally comes off. A low hiss rises in you at the immediate throb you feel, but he’s quick to smooth his big hands over your cramping foot and massage out some of the ache. It was really sweet of him, actually, and you eventually find yourself relaxing into his touch. “Does that feel better, pretty girl?”

“Much, your grace.”

Humming his approval, Wriothesley gently sets your foot down so he can set his sights on the other shoe. He manages to get this one off a little quicker, and you’re soon groaning into the stilted relief his rubbing hands provide to your sore toes. You almost don’t want it to end but, finally, he sets that one down too before palming at your calf so he can slide up along your stockings to the garter clasps. This he manages to unfasten with a quick, simple flick of his wrist so he can gently tug the sheer material down and get it off.

“Have you helped many ladies in their boudoir?”

He snorts a quick laugh as he tosses your stocking aside, immediately going back for the other. “Hardly. I know just enough to be dangerous, that’s all.”

“Oh, I think I’d consider you quite dangerous …”

The sapphires in his eyes flash at you, a vague smirk tugging at his roguish mouth. Hands slipping up behind your legs to catch in the bends of your knees, he easily pulls them apart into a wide spread and you jolt at suddenly having your pantied cunt right in his face.

“Your grace!” You squeak with no shortage of horror. “T - that’s - -“

He doesn’t even stop long enough to hear what you’ve got to say.

Leaning into the space between your thighs, he presses his nose right up against you to make you go ramrod stiff, and you just stare down at him in blatant disbelief with your hands half stretched out to shove at him. Rolling his eyes up to look at you, Wriothesley seems to taunt you with it while he mouths at your pussy for an extended beat until he manages to draw a low, faltering groan out of you. Swaying unsteadily, you once again find yourself thinking that you’re not even going to make it into the tub.

“The w - water,” You finally get out with some effort this time, shaking like a leaf. “If you do that, it — it’ll get … cold.”

He doesn’t seem like he cares very much for that, obviously much more interested in what’s between your legs. But, after a short pause, he does slowly ease back to peer up at you. “You’re not opposed to it?”

“… I don’t think so.”

A hungry look passes over his face at that, and you numbly watch him rock back and find his feet. Towering over you like this, he starts to unbutton his dress shirt with practiced precision, soon shrugging out of it altogether, and your eyes almost pop right out of your skull when you see his bare chest for the first time. He was … magnificent is the only word you could think to describe it. Well toned, tight pecs, bulging biceps that flex when he moves, defined abdominals that lead straight down to - -

“Oh.” You blurt out, with feeling.

Shuffling close, Wriothesley silently holds out a hand towards you. You’re so overwhelmed with everything that’s happened just over the last handful of minutes that you foolishly think he’s going to help you up, and you blithely slip your fingers into his. To your sputtering surprise, however, he just takes your hand and redirects it to the front of his pants, pressing your palm over the stiff length inside.

“This is yours, pretty girl. Do you understand that?”

He was certainly drilling that into your brain enough for you not to forget! “Y - … yes, sir.”

“Do you want it tonight?”

You practically collapse right then and there. “I do.”

Groaning so softly you almost miss it, Wriothesley leaves your hand where it’s at and reaches up to yank at the buttons of his pants. You give him a shy, tentative little squeeze, and fresh heat promptly marches across your face when it twitches in response. You’re not sure what to expect, have no idea what to even think at this point, but you start to feel well and truly faint when he shoves his pants and underwear down to his thick thighs, and a heavy cock springs up in the air between you two.

Your throat abruptly feels bone dry as you take it in, processing the weighty length of it, the dusty-pink glans, the ridged vein running along the side and the meaty bounce of his hanging balls when he shifts. Even the wiry thatch of dark hair crowning the base looks strangely arousing to you in that moment, and you hotly press your thighs together at the sight of him. Yes, magnificent was a good word for him. He was exquisite.

“It’s … not as scary as I thought it would be.” You eventually manage to get out, your tongue feeling like a lead weight in your mouth.

Snorting, Wriothesley holds out his hand again. “Would you like to touch it, lovely girl?”

You only feel a slight hesitancy when you reach out, letting him guide your loosely curled fingers to his cock. You’re a little surprised at how soft it feels to the touch, his skin satiny and smooth, and so sinfully caressable you find yourself closing your hand around it before you even realize you’re doing it. There’s a pulse running through him and it throbs under the gentle pressure of your fist, straining up slightly in search of more.

Abruptly, you recall what he’d said about rubbing it, and you slowly draw your hand up the same way he’d shown you before.

Wriothesley catches you off guard when he viscously seethes at the sensation, bringing your startled attention up to his face. But all you see staring back at you is deeply felt pleasure, his brows drawn together to knit over the ridge of his nose, and you feel a strange sense of power come over you. Was this what he felt every time he turned your body against you?

“Shall I do it like this, sir?”

“A menace,” He grits out, just watching you tug on his cock with a sharp, distant gleam in his eyes. “That’s what you are, you know that?”

“You’re the one who taught me.”

Wriothesley sends you a heated look, letting out a thin chuckle. “Don’t start getting cute now. Even though I’d hate to do it and ruin this — very enjoyable moment, I still won’t hesitate to take you over my knee. You’re rather precious with my cock in your hand like that, but even precious girls are not immune from getting their butts spanked.”

A thrill races down your spine to settle low in your gut, making you squirm slightly in the chair. “Maybe I want his grace to spank me …?”

“When do you not, is the better question.” With a great deal of effort, he reaches down to still your hand, but you couldn’t have missed the look of regret in his face even if you’d wanted to. “That should probably be enough for now. If you keep tempting me like this, I’m not sure how much more I can take. Come. Let’s get you in the bath.”

Carefully prying your fingers off him, Wriothesley leans down to grab under your arms and haul you back up to your feet again. You sway unsteadily even as you peer down between the two of you to look at his bobbing length but you soon have to look elsewhere when he bends to shimmy your garter belt down, and then your panties. You’re finally standing before him completely naked and you don’t feel half as self conscious about it as you’d expected to be. It was a little hard to cling to your shy uncertainty when you wanted him so bad you could have just screamed!

Kicking off his pants and boots, he ignores your halfhearted protests as he expeditiously guides you over to the tub and climbs in first, getting situated before pulling you in with him. You make sure to step carefully, clutching at his big fingers as you gradually lower yourself to sit between his spread legs, and somehow you’re not the least bit surprised when some of the water sloshes out to smack against the title floor while the two of you get settled in against one another.

“The landlord is going to kill me …” You murmur, more to yourself than him, but he just wraps his arms around you to gather you more firmly to himself.

“Don’t worry. I’ll gladly pay for any renovations needed for water damage.” He says, pressing a hard kiss into your temple.

Sighing softly, you experimentally wriggle back against the stiff cock digging into your spine, and he growls a low sound of warning against your face. Saying you hadn't expected it to come to this tonight would’ve been a massive understatement, but were you really that upset about it? You didn’t think so. You’d planned to see to his pleasure tonight, perhaps even remove that final barrier standing between him and your breasts, and now you were sitting naked with him in the bath. It was … a bit overwhelming, but in an exciting way.

“Well,” You abruptly announce. “This certainly didn’t go to plan!”

“I don’t mind that it didn’t.” Nuzzling against the side of your head, Wriothesley places another kiss to your cheek. “I admit, you did surprise me but I’m not complaining. You really did look lovely in your dress, by the way. I’m not just saying that for brownie points.”

“Thank you … and you were quite dashing in your suit as well, but I think I still like the one you usually wear better.”

“As do I. It’s much more comfortable.”

Lifting one of his hands, he starts to scoop water up over your exposed shoulders and back, and you breathe out a content sigh as the warmth quickly bleeds into you. He’d distracted you so much that you’d almost forgotten just how cold you actually were after the rain, but that was rapidly fading into a distant memory now. Relaxing against him, you reach out to tentatively place your hands on his broad thighs under the water, and he lets you do it with an approving hum.

It might not have been exactly what you’d prepared for going into tonight, but you were enjoying it very much. Getting to freely touch him like this, skin to skin contact while his cock occasionally twitched and he gently worked the cold water out of your hair … this was dangerously comfortable, and the almost romantic flicker of the candles on your counter weren’t helping matters either.

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About making yourself the only rascal I know?”

“That depends,” He volleys back easily enough. “Were you serious about preferring big dogs, and thinking that they might be worth the trouble?”

You wrench around to look at him with clear shock dancing across your face, not even caring that more water spills out at the sudden movement. “You heard that?”

The smile that creeps across his mouth just might be the most roguish one you’ve seen yet. “Of course I did. Even now you continue to underestimate me … I’m not sure if I should be offended by that or flattered that I give off the impression of someone who doesn’t hear every little thing going on around them. I told you I wasn’t going to let you out of my sight for even a moment, didn’t I?”

“Forgive me, your grace. I wasn’t aware that you hear with your eyeballs.”

“Ooho, and there’s that feisty attitude I love so much. Is that how we’re about to go into this, little miss?”

You hesitate. There was that dreaded ‘L’ word again!

Evidently seeing the uncertainty on your face, Wriothesley quickly sobers. “You don’t need to feel nervous. I’ll be gentle.”

“It’s not that …”

He tips his head to one side. “Then what is it?

Breathing out a clipped sigh, you slowly lean back against his chest again and reach up to cup along his strong jaw, pulling him closer. “You’re still just so confusing …”

Rather than pushing you any further, Wriothesley obliges and bends down to kiss you, the steady motion of his mouth on yours making quick work of distracting you from the odd things he says. Moaning softly against his lips, you arch your back to better present your tits when he reaches around to fondle them. His hands feel indescribably good on your chest without anything in the way like this, and softened nipples quickly pucker again under his palms.

He takes his time playing with them, just like he promised he would; unhurriedly kneading the flesh and squeezing at you for a long while before eventually pinching the stiff buds between his calloused fingers when they’re straining hard and tender. That has you squirming between his legs, and you dig your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. You wanted him now. Not later. You needed everything he was willing to give you right this instant, and not a moment more!

Unable to take it any more, you tip your head back to rest across his shoulder. You tell him what you’re thinking in a hushed whisper, how you don’t think you can wait any longer to have him, and he carefully rolls his hips to nudge his cock up against your bottom in response.

“Are you sure, pretty girl? We don’t need to rush and do everything tonight. I can take care of you just as well with my mouth.”

Just the thought of him taking his mouth to you has your pussy clenching eagerly, and you arch against him with a needy little moan. “Then will you do it now, your grace? I’d like to cum …”

“Of course I will.” Wriothesley gives you one last, lingering kiss that makes you whine low in your throat. He’s carefully untangling the two of you then, and you sway unsteadily when he helps you find your feet in the tub, but his hands are like iron bracers on your hips keeping you from tipping over. “Sit on the edge of the tub for me? Don’t fret, I’ve got you. Just like that. Good. Now spread your legs … a little more, sweetheart, that’s it. Stay just like that, okay? I’m not going to let you fall. Gods, just look at this sweet pussy.”

With a low, almost bestial snarl, he swoops down to run his tongue straight up the length of your slit and you jolt like he’d electrocuted you. Eyes wide, almost unseeing, you tip your face down to watch him nuzzle into you, mouthing at pudgy cunt lips to coax them open for him. You have but a split second to wonder if you’d made a mistake, and then his tongue is dipping out to trace over soft creases and folds, feeling around for a moment as if to familiarize himself. Your face suddenly feels hot enough to cook an egg. The thought that you were letting him do something so shameful, putting his mouth on this intimate part of your body, niggles at the back of your mind for an extended beat like a hovering storm cloud.

But then he finds your clit.

You go ramrod stiff with a startled squeak, hips juddering entirely against your will when Wriothesley tauntingly swirls around the sensitive little pleasure button in increasingly tighter circles before at last grinding directly over top of it. It feels vaguely like your life is flashing before your very eyes but you can’t bring yourself to look away any more than you can bring yourself to close your legs and shut him out. It was a drastically different sensation from the one you derived rubbing yourself on his thighs or his hands, his tongue so soft and wet, and warm, yet completely unrelenting in the way it nudges your clit back and forth. Up and down, side to side, lapping at you with a hunger that almost bowls you over. You promptly forget to be embarrassed about it, and shudderingly arch your back for him instead.

Coming up off you with a low, rumbling groan some moments later, he presses a quick kiss to your throbbing cunt. “You taste so good, pretty girl. Better than any wine, that’s for sure.” He takes a moment to draw a deep breath that makes his big shoulders rise and fall, and then he slowly tilts his head up to look at you from where he’s knelt inside the tub. “How’s that feel, sweetness? You like my mouth on your pussy?”

You jerk your head in a frantic nod, clutching the sides of the porcelain in a death grip. “Y - yes, sir! I want … I want more, please!”

He groans when you tip your pelvis towards him, plaintively offering your cunt to him, and he responds with a toe curling squeeze around your hips. “You are going to be the ruin of me, and I don’t even care.” Lowering his face again, Wriothesley shoves his mouth against you and you choke at the sensation of his tongue slipping out to once more lash at your clit.

Swaying dizzily, you nudge yourself further down to stiltedly rock on his face, and he lets you do it with an approving groan. You aren’t quite sure what’s come over you in that moment but between your cunt drooling an excessive amount of slick and your nipples straining up into the air, you feel truly wild. Trusting that he wouldn’t let you fall, you reach down with one hand to snag a fistful of his dark hair, which he seems to like given the way his cock jumps in his lap. You can barely see it from this angle but that bobbing motion was unmistakable, and you give your hand a little twist to tug at the roots. Hot breath puffing against your pussy, Wriothesley lets you turn his head slightly to the side where he sucks in a thick inhale.

“Is that where you want me, sweet girl? Go on. Put my mouth right where you want it, baby, it’s all yours.”

A wounded little noise punches out of your tight chest, and you shudder so hard you really think you might fall. His hold on you is absolute though, just as it always is, and you’re free to jerk and twist as much as you like while he voraciously eats you out. His tongue smacks into your clit from a new angle with the tilt of his head, the sharp nudge making you squeal. It was simply too much. You’d never felt anything like it in all your life, and you had no idea how to brace against it.

“Ohh — ooooh! Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god … wah - Wriothesley! Please! I - I’m gonna’ - -“

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He rumbles, muffled in the meat of your cunt. “Soak my face, pretty girl. Let me taste you.”

Pussy clenching tight enough to hurt, you let out a thin, high pitched keen as your thighs begin to quake around his head. Slurping loudly, he repositions himself towards the center and gives his head a shake that seems to make every single nerve ending in your cunt light up like a firework. A warning tremor works through you as you heave, and he does it again. You just start to feel yourself tip over when he flattens his tongue to your clit and grinds mean little circles into it, and you surely would have jolted right up in the air if he hadn’t been holding you so tight. Instead, all you do is pitifully jerk against him, and the pressure suddenly gives way to a powerful orgasm that brings the sting of tears to your eyes.

Wailing in overwhelmed distress, you shake through your release while he continues to eat you out until it quickly stretches well past the point of pleasure straight into discomfort. You were too sensitive post-release. Too overwrought and tender when your pussy was still fluttering wildly around nothing, and you desperately push at him. At first you don’t think he’s going to stop, that he’s just going to keep at it incessantly, but then he finally slows the ministrations of his mouth to a standstill. Wriothesley doesn’t immediately remove his face from between your legs though, and you just seethe as the last of the spasms slowly ebb and fade to leave you twitching in the aftermath.

Only then does he ease back, and your body just seizes all over again when you see the heated glint in his blue eyes. He looks at you like a starving wolf might look at its prey, all mindless animal hunger and fast pumping endorphins. It almost leaves you speechless.

“Y - your grace?”

“Bath time is over.” He abruptly announces, his stern tone brokering no room for argument.

Eyes widening slightly, you tip your head back when he carefully finds his feet without letting up his hold on your hips and you quickly realize why. Tugging you off the ledge, he picks you straight up into his arms before your feet even have a chance to get settled on the porcelain bottom, and you clutch at him fiercely when he steps out of the tub. He doesn’t even bother with a towel and instead just brushes straight out into the main room.

You almost lose your nerve but somehow manage to find your voice when he’s almost made it to the loveseat along the far wall. “It’s okay, Wriothesley. You can take me into the bedroom.”

He immediately stops at your breathless little squeak, and tips his face down to look at you. “You’re sure? I can have you sit on my face just as well out here, pretty girl.”

“Wha — no, no, no! It’s your turn next! You said you would teach me how to tend to you …”

A muscle in his jaw visibly ticks as he draws a painfully slow breath that makes his chest press up into you. “There are a great many things I’d like to teach you, little miss. I’m not even sure where to start … how would you like to tend to me? Perhaps we should begin there.”��

You ponder that for a moment, not really even sure what your options were other than the obvious. “I suppose I don’t exactly know … can I put my mouth on you too?”

“Oh, bless the seven!” Cursing under his breath, Wriothesley does an abrupt about face and makes a beeline straight towards your bedroom. Bouncing in his arms, you’re more than just a bit surprised at how fast he can move, and it doesn’t take long at all for you to find yourself bouncing down onto the bed with a squeak.

Quickly, you push up onto your elbows but he’s already crawling on top of you, muscle heavy arms coming around you to brace himself against the mattress, and you go ramrod stiff when you see the weighty strain of his cock looming nearer. You hate yourself for your last minute jitters, and you hate even more that he clearly doesn’t miss the uncertainty that flashes across your face. He stills half over top of you, just looking at you for a long moment.

“It’s alright,” He tells you at length, back to some semblance of his usual calm again. “I’m just going to kiss you first, if that is to your liking. I won’t do anything you don’t explicitly ask me to, sweetheart. You have the control here.”

“I’m so sorry,” You mewl, feeling absolutely miserable. “I don’t know why I’m like this!”

Shushing you softly, Wriothesley reaches up to pull your hands away when you try to cover your face and hide from him. “Don’t apologize. Hey, just look at me for a second, okay? There … that’s my pretty girl.” He gives you a quick smile as he playfully pinches your hot cheek to make you squirm. “There’s nothing wrong with being nervous about your first time. I know we’ve talked this over a lot already, but I hope you know I’m nothing if not willing to wait for you. Whenever you’re ready, it doesn’t matter how long. I’ll spend the rest of my life waiting for you if that’s what it takes so no pressure, alright?”

You can’t quite stop your surprise from showing. “The rest of your life? Surely you don’t actually mean that … you’ll get so terribly sick of me!”

“I do mean it. And I won’t, don’t worry about that.” Taking it slow, like he was dealing with a very skittish cat, he crawls the rest of the way up to join you, settling on his side rather than on top. You’re incredibly embarrassed to realize that the difference in his approach did make you feel worlds better, and you gladly let him pull you around to snuggle up into his broad chest. “Trust me, if that attitude of yours hasn’t scared me off by now then nothing will.”

“… you’re terrible.” You murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.

“I think I’ve heard that once or twice before. How very curious.”

Bending his head close, he stamps a hard kiss to your forehead, and you whimper softly even as you bring your hand up to tentatively caress over his side. “Curious indeed, your grace …”

With a soft hum of encouragement, Wriothesley takes his time kissing over your face — your cheeks, your eyelashes, your nose — while you ever so carefully run fingers over him. His body is so thick and tightly packed with muscle that you think it probably isn’t any wonder that the thought of having him on top of you, pinning you down under all that weight, scares you as much as it does. Even now when you wanted him as badly as you do. You like the way he feels under your hand though, firm and unrelenting. Almost stiflingly warm to the touch.

You cuddle further into that oppressive body heat, seeking out his warmth with your bare skin. His palm runs over your back and your sides while you spend a quiet moment just familiarizing yourself with his body. From his thick arm across to his broad barrel chest where you pause to play with his nipple. It’s a dusty-pink, just like the head of his cock, and just meaty enough for you to get a good hold on it. He only noises a brief sound though, evidently not half as sensitive here as yours were, and you can’t help but think that that’s a bit unfair.

Lower, you trace over his abdominals and run your fingers over each individual divot and ridge you encounter, fascinated with the build of him. As you gradually work your way further down, he slowly nudges over onto his back to give you access to his cock whenever you're ready for it, and you greedily eye it as you inch your fingers close. The hair on his groin is coarse and thick, but it feels nice under your hand. You follow it straight to the object of your focus where it’s laying across his inner thigh, twitching every so often.

It stirs fully at your first touch though, and your cunt clenches eagerly at the sensation of that silky skin under your palm again. Gently, you get your fingers around it and pull it upward.

“It’s heavy.” You murmur into the stillness.

Rumbling a low sound of agreement, Wriothesley shifts against you to look down at himself as well. “It looks rather large in your dainty little hand, doesn’t it?”

“I think it would look large no matter what …”

“Mmm. Flattery is just going to find you seated on my face that much quicker, pretty girl.”

“Oh, stop.” Trying very hard not to giggle, you carefully inch your way up the length of him until you reach the glans. Swiping your finger over the slit in the middle comes back sticky, and you take a moment to just feel along the smooth skin. Enjoying it, savoring it. Committing it all to memory. “Does that feel good, your grace?”

“It does. Just like when I rub that cute pussy for you, it feels even better when you do it a bit more firmly.” He accompanies that with another kiss to your forehead, but you don’t allow him to distract you. You were starting to have a creeping suspicion why it had gotten him so worked up when you’d asked if you could put your mouth on him.

You enjoyed when he rubbed your pussy, just as he seemed to enjoy you rubbing his cock for him, but you also now knew how much more intense the sensation of a hot tongue could be when applied directly to your clit. So then logic should only dictate …

Gathering your courage, you slowly untangle yourself from him and sit up. Wriothesley steadily looks up at you, clearly waiting to see what you would choose to do next, so you quickly get spun around before your nerves can falter. Kneeling next to his hip now, you take him in hand again as his rough palm slides across your lower back, just holding you, and then you lean down.

The first kitten lick across the head coats your tongue in salt, but not unpleasantly so, and he outright seethes at the sensation. Feeling emboldened, you do it again and again, mimicking the way he’d so expertly licked you in the bathroom. Eventually, though, he gives your waist a tight squeeze, and hisses as if in frustration.

“Put your whole mouth on it, pretty girl. Don’t question it, just listen. There you go, open wide … nnghh. That feels good. You look so lovely with my cock stuffed in your mouth …” He chuckles, thin and strained when you noise a flustered little sound around the girth spreading your lips. “Are you getting embarrassed? I’d say it’s a bit late for that … look at you, taking care of me so well. Take it a little deeper. Nnghn — yes, now move your head back and forth. Just like that. You’ve got it. Oohn ...”

The way he quietly groans, clutching your waist with an almost unexpected fervor, further bolsters your courage. It helps to dispel some of your lingering doubts, and the pangs of deep shame you felt at doing something that seemed so inherently dirty quickly dissolves into a distant afterthought. He felt good in your mouth, all warm and fleshy, and mind numbingly stiff. Velvety smooth, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, and you take a great deal of pleasure in flicking your tongue over him to familiarize yourself with it.

Your shy, timid ministrations soon pick up over the course of the next few minutes, and Wriothesley issues a heaving grunt into the still air when you pull him in a little deeper. You can almost feel him nudging at the back of your throat now but you’re not so sure you’re ready to tempt fate like that just yet, so you keep working your lips over what you’re comfortable with while your hands explore the rest of his groin. Coarse hair tickles your knuckles when you caress along his inner thigh, marveling at the thick musculature even here as the other holds him steady at the base.

A rumbling groan spills out of him as he brings his head back up after letting it loll back for a moment, visibly struggling with his self control now. Rather stiffly, he reaches down to crowd his hand in close to your face. “Squeeze it, sweetheart. Like this.” Those blocky fingers wrap around yours where you’re holding onto him, and then press down to make your grip tighten.

The cock in your mouth jumps and stiffens under the pressure, somehow swelling even more in your mouth to really stuff your lips full. Whimpering low at the sensation as much as the way your pussy flutters in response, you readjust your grip on his length while he grunts and then drags his hand down a little lower.

“You can touch here too.” He murmurs, curling his fingers around the weight of his ballsack to give it a slow, savory squeeze as well. “Just be gentle. These are sensitive.”

You wonder at that, carefully pulling off him so you can catch your breath and swivel your attention down to regard the meaty swell of flesh hanging between his legs. Taking his hand off himself, Wriothesley reaches up to tenderly cup your cheek next and you whine very softly at the potent rush of male musk that suddenly floods your nostrils. It’s not a bad smell by any stretch of the imagination but it’s noticeable, and it’s obvious, and it sparks something in your brain that makes you start to slip under alarmingly fast. Like the natural scent of his body, his genitals, was an extremely potent and effective aphrodisiac, it just seems to ratchet your own arousal up even higher to leave you feeling dizzy with it.

Shudderingly, you tip your face down and press it into the terribly soft skin, and he gives a faint jolt at the contact. You breathe him in deep, taking a moment to just kiss him there, and he quickly reaches up to close around your fist again, firmly tugging it up and down his cock now.

“Shit! You’re such a good girl, sweetheart … you like having my cock and balls in your face like that? Huh?”

The thin, rattling quality of his voice just rushes straight to your pussy, and you nod your head with a muffled whimper. It felt like you were suffocating in him, his taste and his smell. The body heat rolling off him in waves is almost suffocating. You were beyond intoxicated and punchdrunk on it, all of it, so lost you barely even realize you’re doing it when you start to mouth at his balls and gently suck on them.

“Oohhn, little miss … you don’t even have any idea what you’re doing to me right now. Come here. Lay out next to me.”

He drags the hand resting across your back further down, over the curve of your ass to hook around the pudge of your inner thigh. Gentle yet insistent, he nudges you until you have no choice but to come up off his ballsack with a haggard gasp. Panting, you tremblingly let him tug your lower half towards him until you find yourself splayed out half on top of his body, your front resting along his strong hips while one leg comes up to curl over his chest. You aren’t quite brave enough to fully straddle him just yet but he doesn’t seem to mind, rough fingers finding the seam in your body and spreading your cunt open for him.

“God, this is the prettiest pussy. You look tight enough to pinch my cock right off.” Squeaking at that, you start to turn to fix him with an incredulous look, but you don’t quite make it that far. His hand abruptly retreats only to swat across the meat of your ass, making you jolt. “You were asking me for a spanking earlier, weren’t you? Still want it?”

You waver on top of him, clutching his pulsing cock in a death grip. “Yes, sir, I want it …”

“Good. Then keep sucking my cock and I’ll spank you as much as you want.” Swat! “Just watch your teeth, okay pretty girl?”

Noising a wordless sound of understanding, you dip your face down to take him into your mouth again. The next slap across your quickly tingling ass almost has your eyes rolling back in your head as you moan around the thick length stretching your lips wide. You can tell he’s not putting much intent behind the rhythmic smacks, one cheek and then the other, back and forth to leave your bottom turning red, but even that is enough to make you lose yourself even more in the statically charged daze.

Even knowing he’s looking directly at your body completely unheeded doesn’t do much to curb your arousal, and you seem to forget all of your timid uncertainty as you start bobbing your head in earnest. Up and down, up and down — the motion is a bit stilted in this position, bordering on awkward, but Wriothesley groans appreciatively anyway, his toes visibly flexing down by the edge of the bed. It just further spurns you on, sending you on a soaring high you hadn’t expected to feel doing this sort of thing. Eagerly, you reach down to fondle his balls with your free hand, making him subtly twitch in response.

Swat!

“Oohn, pretty girl … your mouth feels so good on me like that. You’re doing such a good job.”

Swat!

“Do you like having your butt spanked while you suck my cock?”

Groaning, you jerk your head in a flustered nod, squeaking out a faint, “Mhm!”

“I should have known,” He laughs, strained and very close to being breathless. “You’re such a sweet little masochist, and I can tell how much you’re getting off on this. Your cute pussy looks so soft and juicy right now … just begging to get stuffed full.”

You shudder so violently you very nearly vibrate right off him, but another slap across your ass promptly grounds you. Dazedly swaying, you work your mouth over him a little quicker. A bit more urgently.

“That’s it, little miss. Keep sucking me off. You’re well on your way to earning a nice reward for yourself after this … nnghn — you’re so good for me. Gonna’ make me cum soon … how do you want it, sweetheart? I can cum on those lovely tits if you want, or …” A deeply ruffled sound rises in him, catching you off guard. “Or I can cum straight into that warm little mouth of yours. How would you like that, hm? Wanna’ be a good girl and swallow my load for me?”

The tremor that tears through you has you lurching on top of him, frantically noising around him. You’re not even quite sure what it is you’re experiencing at the moment, everything so intense and strong, and overwhelming that you don’t know what to make of any of it. You can’t even think straight, but he just shifts underneath you with another low chuckle.

“Gods, you really are perfect. I’m going to hold your head for a moment but don’t worry, okay? I’m not going to hurt you.”

You believed him, implicitly, and all you do is softly whimper when he reaches down to palm the back of your skull. The frantic energy shooting off inside you feels like it’s reaching fever pitch as he directs your face a pinch lower, centering you over top of him, and then — his hips suddenly nudge up, pressing his cock deep before stiltedly retracting. You can’t help the soft squeal that bursts out of you, muffled around his girth, and your eyes quickly flutter closed when he does it again, settling into a stiffly restrained pace that has him gliding back and forth across your tongue.

Wriothesley moans, very quietly, while he holds your head in place so he can fuck up into your mouth at that tortuous speed. His other hand curls over your ass and delivers a distracted smack to the swell of it before latching on in a tight grip, squeezing hard enough to leave behind bruises as he pulls you open again. You know he’s looking directly at your cunt now, staring at it while he thrusts towards the back of your throat, and you don’t even care. You’re so hot, so needy for relief from this dizzying level of arousal, that you simply take as much of him as he’s willing to give you at any one time.

Was this — was this what it would feel like to have him moving between your legs?

“Oohhn, I’m getting close, my lovely girl … ready for your first real taste of me? Gonna’ swallow it down, nice and good … nghnn, it’s coming, sweetheart, get ready. Right there. Yeah. That’s — shit, I’m cumming! Here it comes …”

Groaning feverishly, Wriothesley’s hips falter and quake as he jerks himself up into your mouth with fast growing urgency. The rhythm he’d settled into falters and then breaks down completely, and he just judders for a desperate heartbeat before going still with his cock stuffed back against the root of your tongue. Your eyes widen slightly when you feel him give a powerful pulse of clenching muscle, and then a hot, cloying clump of something thick shoots out of him to coat the roof of your mouth. Trembling almost violently, you noise a faint sound of surprise, not having expected such a sudden burst of potent, bitter salt on your tastebuds, but it just keeps coming. Spurt after heavy spurt floods your mouth until you have no choice but to choke it down. You’re vaguely aware of some escaping the seal of your raw lips to dribble down the side of his length, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care about that right now.

Throat clenching tightly, you give a weak cough around him as he gradually starts to relax under you, the tension in his frame bleeding away in the time it takes you to blink. Heaving a breathy, sensitive groan, he gingerly starts to ease his cock back, and you gratefully suck in a much needed lungful of fresh air.

“Was that … to your liking, your grace?” You finally manage to croak out with no shortage of effort some moments later.

“I loved it, little miss. You did very well, in fact.” His voice is warm with satiated pleasure, and he slides his hand down off your head to give the back of your neck an approving squeeze. “You’ve been so sweet for me all evening. I’m very proud of you for being such a brave girl tonight.”

A pleased tremor works through you as you carefully sit up so you can turn around, unable to keep the smile off your face now when he opens up his arms for you. You don’t even hesitate to lay out across his chest with your face pressed into the hollow of his neck, snuggling deep to get comfortable. Humming a soft sound of approval, Wriothesley tightly wraps his burly arms around you so he can half lift, half drag you further on top of him until you’re stretched out across his body.

It felt good, laying out on top of him like this in the afterglow …

“Thank you, sir,” You murmur into his skin, still flushed and warm with the lingering traces of his arousal. “I’m very glad that I was able to spend such a wonderful evening with you, and — I'm also happy that I could make you feel good, too.”

“I feel fantastic. Better than good, actually.” He assures you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know you’re still nervous about fully giving yourself over to me, and that’s okay. I’m perfectly satisfied just like this. We can take it as slow as you want.”

Whimpering softly when a rush of emotion floods into your chest, you quickly bury your face a little further into his neck to hide it. Wriothesley was so sweet to you … did you really even deserve this? It was overwhelming and scary, and indescribably unexpected in the worst possible way, but … that was okay, wasn’t it?

Evidently picking up on the tension making your slighter frame stiffen against him, he starts rubbing those big, callused hands over your back in comforting circles. “What is it, pretty girl? You don’t seem quite so happy anymore. Did I say something wrong again?”

You give a thick laugh, struggling to keep the tears suddenly stinging your eyes at bay. “No, it’s not that …”

“Then what’s the matter? You can tell me anything.” A soft kiss to your shoulder assures you of that, and you force yourself to draw a steadying breath. He’d taught you how to be honest, both with yourself and with him, so you don’t struggle with it nearly as much as you would have at one time.

“You just make me feel like such a mess inside. I don’t really know what to do with myself right now but … I'm sure I am happy. I’m also a bit scared and confused though. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

He draws an even breath that makes his chest rise and fall underneath you, lifting you slightly. “I’d wager that’s pretty normal, considering how many boundaries we’ve crossed tonight. Fear of the new and unknown isn’t so strange, but … I think I might have something in mind that just might help you relax a bit.”

You shift against him, undeniably curious. “What is it?”

“We can discuss that later. Tomorrow.” Sighing, Wriothesley gathers you up tighter to his chest, just holding you like that. “Unfortunately even if I wanted to continue right now, I’m afraid it’s going to take me a while to recover from what we’ve already done. Unlike you, I can’t bounce back from everything quite as fast.”

He accompanies this with a taunting little pinch to your waist, making you squirm and press your face tighter into his neck.

“Besides, you’ve already had a long day, pretty girl … you should get some rest.”

“You’ll stay?”

“I promise I’m not going anywhere.” A hard kiss pressed into the crown of your head. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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Wriothesley keeps his word, and you do indeed wake up the next morning in a tangle of limbs to the steady rise and fall of his broad barrel chest under your cheek. The morning light drifting in through the sheer curtains on the window casts a glow across him, and you spend what feels like a lifetime just watching the handsome duke sleep.

He was still strange and confusing, and undeniably frustrating at times, but … he was also sweet, and infinitely patient with you. Even for as hard and blistering the sting of his hand could be, it was also capable of the softest touch. The fingers curled possessively around your hip, loosely clutching the meat of your leg in his slumber, feels like an anchoring lifeline and you think you really might love him.

The thought of that isn’t half as scary as you would have at one time thought it to be. Just last night you probably would have thrown up your defensive walls and gone running from him in hysterics but waking up to him in your bed like this somehow reframes things. Makes it all look so much more soft and faint around the edges like a blissful dream. It’s not frightening here, in the still morning air, and you soon realize with a resoundingly warm thrum that you would have liked to stay with him, just like this, forever.

Unfortunately the world stops for no one, regardless of how peaceful and happy they might be, and you eventually bring yourself to carefully untangle from him so you can crawl out of bed without disturbing him. You were going to surprise him with homemade crepes for breakfast.

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spinningwebsandtales · 10 months

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Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami

Yami Sukehiro X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, flirting, and I believe Yami is a warning in himself

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Oh my gosh y’all! The Black Clover movie is sooooo good! It made me realize how much I miss the anime! I’m keeping up with the manga and reading the chapters as they are released but man there are so many things I want to see come to life! Hey Black Clover studio new season when?! Anyway my magical husband is back (he needed more scenes but honestly I can’t get enough Yami anyway) and I need some self-indulgence stuff! XD So bear with me as I go insane! ~Countess

The Black Bulls had been your home for awhile now and you had seen many battles. Some tough. Some easy. The other members felt like family and you grew closer to each and every one of them every single day. Yami was a different story as you were in a relationship with the dark haired captain. While he seemed rough and crude, he was actually a caring man that showed how much he cared in different ways. He always seemed to in tune to your needs or how you were feeling. While he wasn’t much into PDA, in private he made sure to make up for it tenfold. You couldn’t complain about your life and you enjoyed all that being a magic knight had to offer. But it wasn’t easy all the time. Missions were rough and you did get hurt several times. It was the aches the next day that had you trying to rest to get well enough before the next mission.

Your body was covered in scratches and bruises were beginning to mar your skin. Yami had been out the majority of the day as he had a meeting with the wizard king. He took the loudest Black Bull members with him as well, leaving the base quiet enough that you could get some much needed rest.

Night was covering the sky and still Yami had yet to return. At first you had been concerned that he was hurt or finding the company of other women. But you were quick to find out Yami was strong and not that type of man. Though he did enjoy gambling too much and if you went to look for him, you normally found him gambling all his earnings and then some, away in some seedy tavern. So instead of worrying, you decided to ease the aches by taking a much needed hot bath. Grabbing the few supplies you kept for your personal use, you went to the bathing room of the base. There was two different areas, one for the women and one for the men. Naturally you went into the women’s bath and the steam that greeted you had you relaxing just from the feel alone.

All the tension melted away as soon as you hit the hot water and in mere seconds you were submerged up to your neck. You hummed softly stretching your joints and wiggling your digits in the water. You hadn’t been soaking long when the door opened. You weren’t facing the doorway and you couldn’t really see due to the heavy fog of steam, so the only option was to call out the name of the person you thought it could be.

“Vanessa?”

The clack of a wooden tub and a rough chuckle split the air, “Not even close sweetheart.”

You couldn’t get turned around before Yami was kissing the back of your neck. His large hand keeping your hair out of the way of his affections.

“Yami,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm?”

“This is the women’s bath you perv.”

Yami only chuckled and you braved turning around. Relief flooded you at seeing he was a little decent with the loincloth still wrapped around him. Though it made you realize your situation as you were naked as the day you were born. While he was occupied you grabbed the towel you’d brought to dry off with and wrapped yourself in it, to save a little bit of your womanly modesty. Yami had rinsed himself off and didn’t take long on getting in himself. Like you he was tired and sore and the hot water was doing wonders for his body. While you were happy to see him you stayed on the far side of the bath giving him enough space. Yami didn’t like you so far away, so while you were occupied lathering a cloth with soap he made his move. You squeaked when you felt his large hands grasp your waist and unceremoniously plopped you into his lap with a splash. You fought causing water to go over the edge of the tub, but Yami held firm refusing to let you go.

“Do your thing I’m not even here,” he grinned before nibbling at your bare shoulder.

“It sure feels like you’re here,” you retorted.

You couldn’t be mad at him though as you felt safe in his arms while the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. Yami continued to kiss you while watching you scrub at your arms and legs, getting yourself clean. You rinsed off, splashing Yami a little in the process. You were about to get up when he opened the back of your towel. Before you could protest he shushed you quickly, taking the cloth you had used and started to wash your back. You melted into his touch as he got where you couldn’t reach. His fingertips blazing a trail down your spine, you shivered despite the heat. When he was done, Yami spun you around so you could face him. Your towel barely holding up as you kept a hand pressed to your chest. His warm gaze lingered on your lips before he leaned in and took your mouth. You moaned loudly, clinging onto the giant of a man that you called yours. Your senses filled with Yami. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything. You begin to lose where you ended and he started as he starved for your taste. The water suddenly became too hot and you couldn’t take it much longer. Yami sensed your desperation and pulled away. He chuckled at your dazed look while helping lift you from the water. He got you a dry towel and turned away, leaving you to change into something decent. When you were done, Yami had changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants. He took your hand, leading you out of the room and towards your and his shared bedroom. Your aches had finally left your body and you were ready to go back to work. Though you were sure you were going to need another bath to ease yourself of the pains if Yami had his way tonight. There was a high chance he would get what he wanted, as you couldn’t say no to your beloved captain.

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folkloresthings · 9 months

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Northanger abbey - I think we need to see jealous sebastian 👀👀 he would be so hot I swear...

JEALOUS BOY. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: allusions to sex

days in the paddock were long. you hated thinking it, because you knew how much it meant to sebastian for you to be there, but when you’d done it time and time again — it got a little repetitive. especially when sebastian was busy, off doing practice pls or inspecting the car. times when there was nothing you could do but wait.

it was completely innocent. you were stuck in the aston martin garage waiting for sebastian to finish his practice. lance had just so happened to be there too, having finished his practice lap a little while before. he’d spotted you, sitting all alone, and decided to keep you company. you appreciated it, really, the boy was always sweet to you.

“how’s the new job?” he asked you, passing you a cup of coffee he’d brought from hospitality. you forgot you had mentioned that a few weeks ago, a new job that allowed you to work online and travel with sebastian.

“it’s been really good!” you chirp, eyes lighting up. it was the first time that day someone had asked you a question that was actually about you. “they’re super flexible with travel and stuff.”

“that’s good. i’m sure you’ll smash it,” lance insists, sitting next to you. “i mean, who wouldn’t love to have you?”

you blush a little, a small smile pulling at your lips. you had to admit, lance was incredibly charming — an expert flirt. and while you were utterly dedicated to sebastian, it didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy some flattery.

sebastian’s practice had ended not long ago, and he headed straight back to the garage to find you where he left you. he didn’t expect to find his teammate with you, though, making you giggle and blush like a schoolgirl. sebastian felt jealousy rise in his throat.

he was always quite possessive of you. not to a worrying extent, just that he liked people to know that you were his. and he, yours. but you were younger than him and beautiful — he would be lying if he said he didn’t notice how people looked at you.

lance was closer in age to you than sebastian was. maybe that’s why the green envy that filled him was worse than usual. he knew you loved him, and he was sure you would never be unfaithful, but he despised seeing another man make you look so… happy.

“seb, hey,” lance spots him first, smiling over to him. you turn and smile widely at him. much wider than you’d smiled when lance was speaking to you.

“how’d it go?” you ask, waiting for him to come over. he doesn’t though, only grunting something incoherent. he passes by you both, storming straight to his driver’s room. lance looks at you, confused, and you know just what’s wrong. rolling your eyes, you pat the canadian on the shoulder and leave him there.

“seb?” you call, sticking your head around the door. he’s sat at the little table, arms crossed and sulking like a child. “seb, c’mon.”

you shut the door behind you, hands finding his shoulders. he shrugs you off but you persist, moving until you’re sat on his lap, legs straddling his waist. he can’t ignore you then, hands subconsciously going to your waist.

“he was just keeping me company,” you tell him, brushing back his wild blonde locks. sebastian looks up at you then, eyes dark and heavy. his hands grip your waist a little tighter, pulling you close.

“you’re mine,” he reminds you, softly kissing your bottom lip, teasing.

“i know,” you say, head dizzy already. “yours.”

“mhm,” the german man hums, tucking his finger under your chin and guiding your gaze straight to his. “can he make you feel like i do?”

your head shakes quickly, grasping at his drivers suit. “no. no one can.”

“good girl,” he quietly praises, fingers slipping under your shirt. “now, let him hear who you belong to.”

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bedoballoons · 10 months

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Sjsksk omg I love your writing so bad and I'm so happy so I can request as much then😭 if so can I maybe get rich)wealthy reader that like buys the characters anything they want or look at spoiling them with everything until the charactersstarted thinking of blind folding there eyes so they don't buy the whole store maybe scaramouhe/wanderer,kazuha,xiao,cyno and tighnari

Ahhhh thank you!! Absolutely!! Thank you for your request!

Genshin Men Headcanons:

~You spoiling them~

(Includes: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, and Scaramouche!)

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Tighnari:

You watched Tighnari carefully, a playful smile on your face as you noticed every single thing he had touched or mentioned in the shop, taking a mental note to buy him every single one. You couldn't help it, he was so sweet and cute, he took care of everyone, especially you. He deserved to be spoiled, even if he didn't think so.

"Why is your bag so full? We haven't even even made it half way through the shop yet..." Tighnari asked, his eyes trained on you and your now almost overflowing bag of items, all of which were actually for him. "Just saw alot of stuff that looked useful...you can't blame me, you seemed to have seen a few things you wanted too..." You said sneakily, doing your very best to act normal and not give yourself away.

He saw right through you, crossing his arms as he responded to your madness, "How many times to I have to tell you, you don't have to buy me things. I don't really need any of them and it's better to save your funds to use on yourself." You chuckled, walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I have more fun when my mora is spent on you and I like knowing you have everything you want."

He rolled his eyes, looking at your bag again before shaking his head and turning back around to continue shopping, "Next time you're not allowed to come with me unless your wallet is left at home or you're blindfolded."

Kazuha:

You lifted your bag, groaning slightly at how heavy it now seemed, it was so full it looked like it could blow up at any given moment and you couldn't help but worry that the straps might actually break on you. I'm reality none of it was for you, it was all for your boyfriend, the man you consider to be the most goregous, most perfect person in the world. The one who should be bought everything he could ever wish for like a prince.

"Oh my...do you need assistance? That looks really heavy, let me carry it for you." Kazuha smiled slightly as he walked over to you, taking the bag from you before you could protest and peeking into it, his face turning a light shade of pink when he realized all of them where things he had mentioned. "...did you get all of these for me? You don't have too...I appreciate them and the thought but surely you should spend the mora on items for you instead."

You shook your head, a smile finding its way on your face as you looked away, feeling slightly mischievous. "I did get them for you, I can't help it, I love spoiling you and I have the mora. It makes me so happy getting you things, treating you like royalty because you deserve it all. Plus as long as I get a poem or two in return...I'll be even happier."

His blush deepened as he sighed, he leaned in close to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, "I'll tell you as many poems as you would like, after all you're a inspiration to me, a never ending trove of ideas and wonderful feelings. The fact you enjoy listening so much is a gift and I cherish it." He lifted the bag onto his shoulder, softly grabbing your hand and leading you to the door, making sure to leave before you could by anything else for him.

Wanderer:

(I use the nickname Scara here <3)

Wanderers eyes widened slightly as you lifted your bag onto counter for the cashier to calculate the price for you, having troubles due to how large and heavy it was. "What exactly did you buy? The entire store? Honestly...do you have any self control?" He said, poking fun at the amount of things you had decided to buy and watching the cashier's face in amusement.

You giggled happily, not saying a word as the nice checker started to empty your bag, each and every item being one Scara had touched or mentioned. Sure he didn't always have the best additude, but you loved him all the same and spoiling him, especially without him knowing you were doing so was so much fun.

"...all of those are...oh my...how many times have I told you not to buy me stuff? When will you get it through your thick skull that I don't need mortal possessions?" He sounded annoyed, though just from the small smirk he had, you could tell he secretly enjoyed being spoiled. "You're just to pretty, I have to buy you everything you could want." You joked, watching in satisfaction as his face turned a light shade of pink.

"I'm never shopping with you again."

Xiao:

Xiaos piercing yellow eyes staring at you in disbelief, as if he couldn't wrap his head around the fact you had so many bags already...and how he hadn't noticed sooner that you had gotten so many items. "Do you need help?" He asked, reaching out to grab a bag from you and lighten the load on you, but you quickly backed away shaking your head in response, to which he raised a curious eyebrow to.

"I got it, don't worry!" You said in a attempt to draw away any suspicions, after all...everything you had bought was actually for him and you knew full well he wasn't going to easily accept everything. Before he could say another word you grabbed his hand leading him to the next stall, "All of these beads are beautiful...Xiao you should let me make you another necklace to go with yours. Seen anything you like?" You asked with a big smile, hoping he would say exactly what he wanted like he had a few other times.

He stepped away from you, crossing his arms and sighing in defeat, "I understand now...you've tricked me into saying what I wanted so you could buy it all for me. I don't...have any use for mortal things...your mora should go to things you like." You bit your lip, so much for him not knowing, you silently thought to yourself before quietly saying, "I like you. Isn't that reason enough to buy you things? And! I got things I think you will find useful...even some snacks."

He shook his head, walking towards you and leaning closer so he could take a couple of your bags, your hands feeling so light after carrying the heavy items so long. "Next time we go shopping I'll invite Zhongli, he'll make sure any mora spent will not be on me alone." His voice sounded slightly threatening and you couldn't help but giggle.

"We'll see about that."

Cyno:

You smirked slightly, your basket filled with every TCG card you knew Cyno didn't have and maybe some he did. You knew how much he loved the game, how often he played it and helping him pursue something he liked so much felt important, not to mention it gave you the chance to spoil him a little. You kept your eyes peeled for anything else he'd like, grabbing a joke book even though he didn't need it and a dark purple scarf for when it got cold out.

You were just about to turn the corner to the next section, when suddenly someone wrapped their arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Cyno did you find everything you wanted?" You asked smiling at him sweetly, you already knew by now that he would attempt to pay for his own items, even yours if you weren't careful.

"I thought so, until I saw into your basket, why do you have so many Genius Invokation TCG cards? Has the card mania finally caught up to you? If so your first duel shall be against me, may justice weigh upon your soul...I show no mercy!" He sounded so dramatic towards the end, making you laugh, possibly more than his normal jokes do. "I'm sorry to say it...but I have not joined in on the card mania, these are for you and I got you some other items too. Don't even try paying either." You turned around to face him, watching as his face blushed a slight pink.

"I appreciate the thought but you don't need to buy me things, I'd much rather you spend the mora on yourself. After all you deserve mora then I do." You rolled your eyes at his words, his joke only making you want to buy him the cards more, he truly was funny...even if no one else thought so. "I prefer to spend a bit mora on you than myself, sure you might not need it all but you'll have it in case you ever do and don't even. You deserve the entire world."

"I'm going to place you under arrest if you say that one mora time."

Scaramouche:

You looked down at your large amount of items, you could barely lift the bags anymore and you weren't actually sure how any of the stalls could have anything left at this point. Technically the mora was going to a good cause, all of it being paid to small shops and some being donated...as for the items you got in return....they were all for your...slightly rude boyfriend.

It wasn't your fault that he looked so adorable all blushed and in shock from the amount of things you got for him! Not to mention, even if he said he never used any of it...he actually did more often then not. Everything you bought for him was something he had looked at, touched or said he had wanted at some point so you knew he'd actually like it all too...however carrying the heavy bags was starting to prove difficult.

Your attention left your collection of bags and instead fixated on the short blue haired male not far from you, who was currently looking at what appeared to be some type of soap. You took mental note to check on it later, before calling out to him, "Scaramouche can you help me...I can't carry all of these. Pleeaaaase?" He turned to look at you, groaning in annoyance as he walked in your direction.

"If you didn't want to carry it all...you shouldn't have bought it all." He said, staring down at your bags as if they were the bane of his existence. "What did you even get?" You smiled mischievously at his question making him give you a curious look, one that you had grown to adore. You lifted up the first bag to show him, having some minor troubles since it was seconds away from blowing up and spilling his gifts everywhere. "Just a few things..."

His eyes widened as he took in the view, knowing instantly what you had done and barely knowing how to respond to being bought so many things. His face heating up a bright pink as he took a step away from the bag, almost like it had bitten him. "You...bought all of this for me...again? You have a spending problem and I don't need all of this stuff. Can't you return some of it?"

"Nope! None of it can be returned because half of the proceeds have already been donated and I don't have a spending problem...I just like seeing you blush." You winked at him and he simply rolled his eyes, though you could have sworn his blush deepened ever so slightly.

"Next time you do this, I'm leaving you and your spending problem here...or blindfolding you."

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lil-spider · 8 months

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 2

Part 1 : Part 3 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Okey I’ve changed some stuff so here’s some context. I like the idea of Johnny being a bit of an sex addict and he’s really good at sex (he can find the clit type of good) cause he’s made himself a hobby fucking the pretty female victims and going out to the local bar when he actually gets free time. He’s a basically massive man whore, but he can’t help it that women find him sexy (super cocky). But Drayton later finds out he’s been fucking the food (lmao) and has temporarily banned him from going out by himself and keeping the female victims away from him. So a sex starved Johnny who’s heavily attracted to the reader sees an opportunity to use her like a maid so he can constantly keep fucking her. I’m still gonna keep the baby momma thing but that will come later in the story. Oh and I’m turning 21 on the 17th! So happy birthday to my fellow September babies!

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Catchy music was blearing out of the front speakers of the minivan; my friends Jessica and Nate were singing along to the tunes. I was sitting in the back, relaxing into my seat, enjoying the fact that college was finished and summer holidays were just beginning. We decided this summer we were going to experience camping for the first time. We had all grown up in the city and never got the chance to enjoy the country side of Texas. I’m excited to finally cross camping off my bucket list, and make this summer memorable.

My bubbly blonde friend Jessica turned around in her seat. “Two hours left, and we should be at the campsite before night.” She said this, grinning at me and turning back to kiss her boyfriend, Nate, on the cheek. Nate, being the protective type, only tagged along with us as he didn’t like the idea of two ‘pretty girls’ camping by themselves in the middle of nowhere. They have only been dating for a few months; he’s the classic teen heartthrob with dazzling eyes and short, dark blonde hair, and Jessica is the overly cute blonde. They were perfect for each other. I smile at the both of them, they were great friends.

“Oh fuck!” Nate is panicking as black smoke starts coming out of the hood. He pulls over to the side of the road, and all of us get out to see what’s wrong. “Can’t it be fixed?” I ask, looking at Nate, worried. His face contorts in disappointment. “I've got no idea, Y/N; cars aren’t my speciality.”

We all look at each other, uncertain of what to do; we’re in the remote countryside without any sort of help. “We might have to walk back if no one drives by.” Nate tells us regretfully: But as soon as he said that, we saw an old blue Ford truck honking and driving up to us.

“You need a hand?” The unknown driver asked Nate. “Yes please! Our van just broke down with smoke coming out.” Nate explained to the man. He nods his head and parks his truck in front of us. The trucks door opens, and out climbs one of the best-looking guys I have ever seen. He wears a black sleeveless top that shows off his muscular arms and a pair of blue denim jeans paired with dirty yellow gloves. He has dark brown hair slicked back with a few strands falling over a scar; my cunt embarrassingly throbbed at the sight of him; I must have gone red in the face as he smirked looking at me. I quickly turned my head to look at Jessica, who was also a little red in the face. It’s not every day you see a hot country boy.

The handsome stranger introduces himself as Johnny Slaughter. “Good to meet you, Johnny. I’m Nate, over there is my girlfriend Jessica and my friend Y/N.” I did a little wave at my name, hoping I wasn’t still blushing. He shakes Nates hand and nods his head to us. “Ladies. Damn, he has a deep voice; it’s making me all hot and bothered. “Alrighty then Nate, pop the hood and let's take a look.”

Johnny stared at the engine, arms pressed against the van, leaning over while shaking his head. “I’m going to have to get my tools for this.” He said, looking over at us. ‘’Ah, shit! That bad?" Nate asked. “Yep, but don’t y’all worry, I’ll get this baby fixed in the morning. For now I can take you guys back to my family’s home, get some food, and sleep?’’ Johnny offered. “Wow, that’s so nice of you, Johnny.’’ Jessica replied, smiling at him, being a little too flirty.

I feel a little uncertain about trusting Johnny, we have only just met him; but he is helping us and I would rather not sleep on the side of the road. Jessica and I nod to Nate in agreement with Johnny’s offer. “Okay, yeah, we’ll go with you.’’ Nate tells him. He smiles, slamming the hood of the van back down, and turns, leading us back to his truck. He opens the back door, and we three slide in. As Johnny hops into the driver's seat, we are greeted by a woman sitting in the passenger seat. Was she here the whole time? “Hi y'all, I’m Sissy.’’ She introduces herself with a wink, but before we could reply, she blows this white powder in our faces. My vision starts to blur as I hear strangled coughing from my friends, and everything quickly goes black.

The next thing I know, I’m waking up tied to a meat hook, covered in dry blood, and desperate for freedom. At that time I had no idea where Jessica and Nate could be, but now as I stare at their lifeless, brutalised corpses, I regret not trying to find them. Jessica's blonde hair is tangled, and her body is covered in slices, with a massive cut on her stomach. Nate's handsome face was shredded up by a chainsaw. They are getting wrapped in a blue tarp, by a larger man with a very human like mask on his face. Johnny takes a drag of his cigarette while holding me, and he shoots me a grin, seeing my legs wobble from the hard fucking I endured. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you? So slutty having an orgasm while your friends get murdered.’’ He taunts quietly in my ear, guilt-tripping me.

“Johnny, why is she still alive?” Asked the small woman who blew white powder in my face. It’s Sissy, I think, trying to remember her name. “This pretty little thing is going to help us cook, clean, and do all the daily chores around the house. We’ve been needing extra hands around the farm since Ma is gone and Drayton busy with the chilli carnivals.’’ He explains to Sissy. She looks at me up and down, smirking. “Oh, I’ve been wantin’ some female company for ages now, and you're so beautiful too! I have these pretty ol’ dresses that would look lovely-,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she’s cut off by Johnny. “That’s enough, Sissy; you can talk to her later; we've got sh*t to do.’’ She rolls her eyes at him but goes to help the larger man.

Johnny pats the larger man on the back, “You did a good job, Bubba.’’ So Bubba is his name. He just lets out these happy groans. So he’s nonverbal?Johnny turns back to me. “Were you listening before? Tomorrow, Sissy will show you how things get done.” With a cig in his mouth, he grabs me again, pulling me out of the slaughterhouse and bringing me to his parked truck. “I’ll cut off the zip-tie when we get back home.’’ He opens the passenger-side door, waiting for me to hop in. He shuts the door after me and flicks away his burned-out cigarette, reaching in his back pocket for another one. Johnny walks away as Sissy plops into the back seat. “Hi again sugar.” She says gleefully behind me.

Johnny and Bubba walk back, carrying each body on their shoulders, I swallow a lump as they chuck the bodies carelessly in the tray. Johnny, with another cigarette in his mouth, gets into the driver's seat, Bubba sits next to Sissy. Johnny chucks his packet of smokes and bloodied gloves from his back pocket onto the dash. He starts up the engine and changes gears, leaving the slaughterhouse behind. The drive is silent except for Sissy’s humming; Bubba stares out of his window while Johnny drives one handed flicking his finished cigarette out the window. I look back to the front, watching the high beam lights brighten up the dark landscape.

We turn onto a long dirt road leading up to a white, two-story house. Johnny parks the truck at the front and helps Bubba unload the bodies. Sissy goes to unlock the front door, leaving me alone. I thought of running when they took the bodies into the house. But I’m still zip-tied, so my chances of escaping now are extremely slim.

Johnny comes back to open my door and yank me out. He roughly drags me inside. I look around and notice a lot of bone decor, similar to the hanging bones in the slaughterhouse. I really hope it’s not human. I’m brought downstairs to a basement, Johnny opens this metal door, it makes a loud awful sound. He takes me to a small prison; Johnny stops to cut off the zip-tie, and I rub my sore wrists, trying to bring the blood to flow back. Johnny pushes me into the room, locking the door. It’s smells disgusting and damp.

“I'll be back to bring ya’ dinner.’’ He leaves upstairs, slamming that awful metal door. I sit down on the dirt floor and bring my knees to my chest. Dried-up cum is all over my thighs, making me feel gross. I started to cry. The last few hours have been horrid. I wish it was just a nightmare. The basement door slides open again. Snivelling, I stand to see who's down here. It’s that large man with the mask, Bubba; he walks over to the end of the basement, where I see Jessica and Nate’s hanging bodies, stomachs sliced open with their organs dropped into a metal tub. My hands shake as I cover my mouth in shock. Oh God! Bubba unhooks Nate and carries him over to a workbench littered with dirty tools. He grabs a hacksaw and begins to dismember Nate. I walk backwards into a corner, sliding down the wall. I started to breakdown. Is he harvesting them? Are these murderers cannibals? God, why did this happen? From sheer exhaustion, I lean my head back and pass out.

“Hey! Wake up!’’ My eyes shot open, searching for the yelling voice. It’s Johnny; he’s holding a white bowl with a spoon. He crouch’s down to my level and hands out the bowl for me to take. I hesitate because I am sceptical of the ingredients. “It’s pot roast; Sissy made it.’’ It does smell delicious, but I don’t wanna eat it. “I’m not hungry,” I told him in defiance. His eye twitches in annoyance, not liking my response. He grabs my hair roughly, craning my neck to stare at him. “Listen, I’m being really fucking nice here, so I ain’t gonna take any disrespect! You may be pretty, but I can easily get another woman who is just a tad more obedient to replace you.’’ His threat worked. I snatched the bowl and dug in, It was tasty. “Good girl.’’ He smiled, patting my head as I ate. He waits until I’m finished and leaves. Did I eat someone? Will I have to eat my friends? I have so many questions but right now the only thing that matters is staying alive. I don’t want to end up like Jessica and Nate.

Sometime later, Johnny comes back to let me out. “Follow me," I obeyed him, leaving the basement and following upstairs. He brings me to a bathroom. It has white broken tiles, a large bathtub with a shower head. He locks the door after I enter and turns the water on, letting it heat up. He throws off his top, giving a new view of his muscular body. I couldn’t help but stare. He has old scars lingering over his body more noticeably on his large pecs, he’s has light definition on his abdomen, and a defined v-cut. His body represents the result of hard work. He smirks at my staring, continuing he unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down. I quickly glance wanting to get a good look at his cock. It’s only semi-hard yet it’s still intimidating, how did it managed to fit inside me?

Johnny doesn’t move as he waits for me to undress. Not wanting to anger him again, I take off my dress, dropping the tattered material. I shiver in my naked form. He gently takes my hand and helps me into the shower. I hiss as the hot water makes my cuts sting. He grabs a plain bar of soap and starts lathering it up and down my body. Enjoying my little gasps as he squeezes my tits and glides his hands everywhere. He swaps us around so he goes under the water, his muscles flex as he relaxes, his head falling back, closing his eyes, while his hands run through his dark hair.

I won’t lie; just the sight of him is turning me on. Shit, why does he have to be so sexy? A murderer shouldn’t be sexy. Startling me out of my thoughts, he grabs my hand that’s holding the soap and moves it to his body, wanting me to wash him. Nervous, I don’t refuse, but I start out slowly around his stomach, leading up to his chest. This small action makes him rock hard. I see it pulse against his lower stomach just above his belly button, I bite my tongue scrubbing his body with both hands, massaging his chest and arms, feeling his muscles. The hot look he gives me sends a throb straight to my core. Water gently running down his handsome face. He brings my right soapy hand down to his cock, tugging it. “Come on baby, jerk my fucking cock.’’ I hesitate for a second, he squeezes my hand hard as a slight warning not to disobey. Wincing, I start to tug at his cock up and down, jerking him off. Groaning, he rocks his hips, shifting them into my hand, following my rhythm. “Good girl, play with my cock, just like that’’ He’s a head taller then me so when he grabs my chin to look at him I have to bend my neck back. “I bet your pussy’s dripping.’’

He swats my hand away and grabs my hips, bringing me in closer under the water so the soap starts rinsing off. He places his fingers below and, feels up my pussy, “I fucking knew it; you're such a needy whore, getting wet from jerking my cock off.’’ I grow shy at his words, wanting to hide my face from embarrassment. Johnny places his hands on the sides of my head and shoves his tongue down my throat. Heavily aroused, I kissed back, holding on to his shoulders. We start making out, our hot tongues wrestling with each other. His strong arms pick me up and shove me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist for balance while he lines his cock up thrusting it in my cunt without warning. I groan at the sudden intrusion: “Shhh, it’ll only take a second.’’ He says impatiently pounding into me. His hard cock reaches new places, making me moan desperately. The running water muffles the sounds of flesh clapping together. He grips my hips hard as he thrusts upward at a brutal pace. This time only focusing on his own release.

He leans back to watch my chest bounce. “Fuck, I love your tits.’’ He says with admiration as he slows down to suckle on each nipple. His obsession with my breasts is going to be the end of me. I start getting closer again until he stops, suddenly cumming inside me. “Ah,’’ he lets out a little moan as he fills my throbbing cunt. I look at him in disappointment, I was so close to cumming. He grins playful at me. He places me down as we go back to washing, I silently fume as my pussy and clit pulse from neglect.

We dry ourselves, and he puts on new, clean clothes similar to his older ones, but the shirt is blue. He hands me a white summer dress. “One of Sissy’s.’’ He tells me, “any underwear?’’ I question. He just sends an amusing smile and shakes his head. “That's a privilege, sweetheart.’’ Great; it wouldn’t have been bad if the dress wasn’t so short. If I bend over too far, I’ll flash my goods.

Johnny leads away to what seems to be his room. Everything is old and wooden; including a worn-out bed barely big enough for two people. He lays down on it and pats his side, signalling me to sit. I lay down on his bed as he sits up going in between my legs, pushing up my new dress. “I like the easy access.’’ He tells me right before sucking on my swollen clit. “Nnnnh.’’ I moan breathlessly finally having some relief. His two middle fingers slide in and set a steady pace. I spread my legs wider for him, still turned on from the shower fuck. He shoves his tongue flat against my nub, licking it up and down. I push his head further into me, thrusting against his face; this spurs him on as his fingers speed up. I cum on his face, my head thrown back, as my hands grip the sheets tight. I rut into him as he licks up all my juices.

Just when I thought we were done he thrusts his fingers back into me. I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the overstimulation but Johnny forces them open. He lets out a deep chuckle at the tears rolling out my eyes, I clench on his thick fingers as he puts his thumb on my sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I still hold onto the sheets while lifting up my hips, trying to chase my second release. He hears my needy whines and speeds up, swapping to his other thumb to rub my clit faster while his opposite hand continues finger fucking me. “Fuck, Johnny please don’t stop.’’ I beg him as I cum around his fingers. I gasp at the abruptness of my second orgasm. My legs shake from the intensity. Johnny pulls his hands away from me as I turn to the side, squeezing my legs trying to relieve the sensations.

He casually stands up walking to the desk across the room grabbing a cig, lighting it. Cig in mouth he undresses, getting ready bed. I watch him smoke, flicking the ashes in a tray on the desk. When I finally calm down he’s finished the cigarette, he turns of a lamp comes to lay down behind me, getting comfortable. He wraps one arm around my waist and helps me take of my dress letting it drop to the floor, So both of us now naked. “I'll set up a room for you soon; for now, you’ll stay with me.’’ He speaks softly. I try to get comfortable on the small bed wiggling slightly. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to fuck you again.” He threatens squeezing me tight. I freeze, too sensitive to test his patience.

“Hey Johnny?” I gently whisper his name. The only response I get is snoring, now left with no distractions I go back to my thoughts. I feel guilty knowing I’ve been enjoying Johnny’s company too much, I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with him but the more he cuddles into me the more my eyes feel heavy, I start to fall sound asleep in the arms of a killer.

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It was a passing comment that was stuck in your mind.

“God, these pants are getting really snug.”

Your girlfriend had said it while getting ready to run errands the previous weekend - so casually, as if it wasn’t going to affect you.

It hasn’t affected you. It had consumed your thoughts for the next week. You finally decided to do something about after staring at the pants for nearly five minutes while doing laundry.

You took note of the size and bought her new ones online, a pair of the next two sizes up. You had goals to reach.

Now just to decide how she was going to outgrow those pants. A long weekend of stuffing her favorite foods seemed to be the winning option.

That was until you remembered a fun little thing tucked away in the closet. You had only used it a few times, but your girlfriend had enjoyed it.

A funnel.

It had been a gift you tried out on her birthday. A little funnel of heavy cream to end her birthday cake stuffing.

Your birthday and anniversary were the only other times you had used it - just to top off the end of the meal.

Although there was no important date, your girlfriend going up a size was something to celebrate.

A new idea sparked as you prepared for the night. Originally you just wanted her to stuff enough throughout the weekend that she would finally pack on enough to size out of the pants the next time she tried them on.

Now, you were going to pop her right out of those tight jeans. It was going to be beautiful.

You had everything set up for Friday night. You had gone back and forth on just using heavy cream or shakes. Between the desire for her to actually be full with nutrient dense shakes and the idea of all those calories sticking to her belly, shakes had to be the choice.

She was given firm instructions for the day. Put on her jeans with whatever shirt she liked. Light snacking all day and only water. You wanted her to put in the work to get out of those jeans.

When you got home from work, you couldn’t help but praise your sweet girl. She had everything set up exactly as you asked and you could tell she was excited, maybe even more excited than you.

“Ready, baby? Can you wait patiently for me just a bit longer? I have a surprise.”

She knew that you wanted to have a nice stuffing session tonight, but she wasn’t fully aware of your entire plan.

The shakes you prepared were the most calorie dense recipes you could find - not so rich that your girlfriend would grow tired of it quickly but packed with hefty ingredients and topped off with gaining powder.

You return to the living room with your haul, watching her eyes grow wide. It was clear she wanted to ask what you had planned, but the full blender and funnel were pretty obvious.

“I…uh, I should go change - get comfortable for this, I think,” she said, her voice letting you know that she was just as turned on by the idea as you were.

“Oh no, you aren’t going to change. You are going to earn it.”

“Earn it?”

“Mhm, open up.”

She looked at you with wide eyes before dutifully opening her mouth, waiting for the tube. You placed the end of the tube on her tongue and gently nudged her back to relax into the couch.

You grabbed the blender and began to pour the thick mixture into the funnel, anticipation at its highest. She moaned as the first drops of the shake hit her tongue and she hungrily started downing it.

To ensure she didn’t choke, you poured it steadily but enough to go down quick. You knew from experience that the fastest she went, the more she got down.

A quick tap to your leg came halfway through the blender, her asking for a breath. You stopped pouring and starting to massage her stomach, already noticing the healthy bloat developing at the top. Her tight jeans getting even more snug - angry, red lines scattered across her skin.

You lifted the blender once again and continued the stream of fattening shake down the tube. Little whispers of praise constantly falling from your lips as she swallowed it all down without complaint.

The end of the shake came quicker than you expected. Her jeans were definitely struggling, the button hanging on for dear life. You gave her stomach a gentle press eliciting another guttural moan from your girlfriend.

“You stay put, big girl, I’m going to top this off,” you instructed, bringing a bright pink blush to her cheeks - most likely because you both were well aware that she was going nowhere without help any time soon.

You had been hopeful that it would take more than one blender-worth of weight gain shake to pop those jeans so there were two more prepped in the fridge. You could picture the look on your girlfriend’s face when this was all over and you told her that she packed in thousands of calories in just minutes.

When you returned, she was had one hand on top of the belly giving a gentle massage. Her eyes were closed and for a split second you worried that she was in pain, but she was clearly enjoying herself as you got closer.

Without warning, you quickly placed the tube back in her mouth and restarted the steady pour. Her beautiful moans returned in tandem, making the experience that much more perfect.

It seemed that the second serving was really filling her out as there was a noticeable creak in her jeans after a large swallow. You paused, attempted to dig your finger in between her skin and waistband, and smiled when there was absolutely no give left.

“My gorgeous baby, your jeans are barely hanging on. I bet that waistband is getting pretty uncomfortable, hmm?”

She nodded pitifully, playing up the act to match your energy. You could tell that she was thinking that would work on you, that you would undo her button and give her relief. She was sorely mistaken.

“Better keep going then. We aren’t done until you pop.”

Another whimper followed by a deeper moan was all you got in response as she hungrily drank down the shake. You tipped the blender all the way, the shake spilling into the funnel at full speed.

Your girlfriend did not miss a single drop. Her stomach looking as if it was beginning to protest, the area bloating and swelling more than you had ever seen before.

As you considered giving her another break, she swallowed down the last of what was in the funnel - heaving a few deep breaths afterwards. Before you could utter a word, the sound of thread stretching filled the room.

Within seconds, her belly bounced forward from her constricted jeans - the button flying off and skittering across the hardwood floor. Her stomach seemed to have doubled in size now that it was freed from the confines of her pants.

You both needed time to catch your breath, shocked by the scene that just unfolded. Although you had planned for this, nothing compared to actually seeing it happen.

Your hands found her bloated stomach, massaging any cramps away as she adjusted to having more room to breath. She was completely packed, rounded out more than you have ever seen her before.

“You okay, baby?”

“Okay? Literally never been better.”

You laughed, both endeared and aroused by your girlfriend’s honesty. This had gone better than you could have imagined, everything playing out perfectly.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of damage this shake does. Good thing I got you new pants.”

She blushed once again, hot and bothered by the idea of another sizing up in what felt like a short period of time.

As you continued your massage of her stomach, you noticed that she seemed hesitant to ask something.

“What’s wrong, baby? Do you need something?”

“Um…I was just wondering if I could finish. I know you made more and I want to be good, appreciate what you made for me.”

You smirked, proud of your good girl.

“Aw, is my big girl still hungry? Well, we can’t have that now can we?”

She feigned embarrassment even though she was clearly ready for more. She nodded and looked at you with innocent eyes. “Please, can I have the rest?”

“Of course you can, especially when you asked so nicely.”

You made a quick trip to the kitchen, grabbing the third batch of your dense shake - excited to continue. The evening was far from over.

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Do you have any advice for someone new coming into this? I have no idea how to start after being skinny for so long. It’s hard to try to push the other way without feeling sick or not seeing results

My biggest recommendation is to find what helps you enjoy gaining weight. If you can find happiness with the process, you won't worry so much about the results. And it makes the results so much better.

Yeah, I know, easier said than done, right? Here are some other things that might help:

Don't Force Food Down. Don't start by trying to stuff yourself, especially when you're not used to eating much. You probably want to make a big difference right away, so you try to eat whatever food is most fattening, and eat as much possible. But that often makes you feel nauseous and uncomfortable, or even sick to your stomach. On top of that, you're not even enjoying the food. It's not a fun experience, and if it's not fun, you won't want to do it again.

Instead, Make Eating a Hobby and Habit. Find foods you enjoy. Find foods that make you excited to eat. And simply enjoy them. Keep tasty foods around you, allow yourself to indulge in them whenever you like. You don't have to stuff yourself with them. Eat your fill, and then come back later for more. Let eating become a pleasure that you can fill your day with. I promise that snacking and grazing on foods you actually want to eat will help you gain. And you'll love doing it so much more.

The First Hurdle is the Toughest. It always takes time to see results, especially when you're first starting, and especially when you've always been thin. It really sucks when you've been eating for days or weeks and you don't notice any difference. That's why enjoying the process is so important. If eating becomes a pleasure rather than a chore, then suddenly the results won't matter so much. But results will come. And once you notice those first changes, it gets exponentially better from there. You'll feel the difference. You'll notice your new softness. You'll measure the changes. And suddenly the hurdle will be gone. You'll notice how you've grown even as you help yourself grow more. And all it takes is reaching that first, blissful moment.

And finally, here are some small tips to get you there:

Just a Bit Extra. You don't need to eat a days worth of food at once. Aim for 300-500 calories extra a day on top of what you normally eat. Those calories are easy when you spread them out. And believe me, they will add up.

Drink your calories. Replace water with tasty drinks! Sodas, juices, coffees, and energy drinks are all great ways to gain without needing to eat more.

Find High Calorie Snacks. You don't need to eat much. Things like nuts, peanut butter, pastries and avocadoes have a lot of calories. Just a little per day will go a long way.

A Little Cream. Of course, every gainer's favorite. Keep some heavy cream on hand and sip it when you're in the mood. You don't need to chug the whole thing. A little goes a long, long way. Have a few sips throughout the day, or mix it into drinks like coffee or chocolate milk. And extra bonus points for this one, because it feels fattening.

Love questions like these! Hope this helps and good luck friend 😄

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Naughty or Nice - Chapter 11

Summary: Negan and his family go ice skating with the Greene family. While he's there Negan has some very important conversations with a few people that will change the course of his future.

Characters: Negan, Beau, Maggie, the reader (OC), Glenn, Beth, Erin etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/133869538

Warnings: Swearing, angst, dirty talk, etc.

Notes: My nap ran a little over so I'm post this very, very late. I hope you enjoy it and as always, thanks to those of you who do comment! That kind of stuff fuels a writer to finish things.

“I can’t believe she really pulled this whole thing off,” Beau rambled while he sat down beside Negan at a bench getting his ice skates on. After the snowstorm last night, it had been more than enough snow to cross off the final requests that Beau had given Y/N when she asked him what he wanted to do for Christmas. Earlier in the day all of them had gone sledding at a location together, went home for a while to relax and now they were at the area in the small town where they were doing ice skating. “I asked so much of her and she was able to do everything that I asked and then some before Christmas.”

“She’s incredible,” Negan agreed with his son, tying his ice skates together letting out a loud sigh when he gazed out at Y/N. It was hard holding back on their emotions in public and having to hide things from everyone. Having her so far off in the distance pretending to be with Glenn always made Negan feel so uncomfortable. Even though they had a good night together, Negan could tell that Y/N was really upset about the things that she had discovered about her father and mother. It was weighing heavy on her and it was obvious to Negan that she was upset. Most of the night they had talked about their future together. Negan was doing his best to make her feel loved, hoping that she would see the light in the future she could have with him. Maybe it was strange, but they focused heavily on the idea of that baby they suggested they have together. This was all very fast, but it went with that old saying, you know when you know. And Negan knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this girl. During the night and morning she tried really hard to pretend that she was okay. There was no questioning that she was good at putting up a façade, but Negan knew better. “I think that booklet you found has really upset her. Everything with her father and mother has really distraught her.”

“How couldn’t it?” Beau leaned back on the bench that he was sitting on with Negan. Erin’s giggles were heard and they could see that Beth was holding Erin’s hand while they skated together on the ice. That was another good thing about being here. Beth had been great with Erin and Beau from the start. When they got here, Erin was so eager to go out on the ice and the only one that could keep up with her was Beth, but Negan trusted her. She had proved time and time again that she was good with his children so Negan was happy that Erin could find joy with Beth. “That’s a lot to find out all in one night dad. That her mother was actually alive for that small amount of time. To know that her father was part of it all and he was actually engaged to her mother? That’s an explosion of information.”

“It is,” Negan’s gaze fell upon Hershel who was at the other end of the ice rink speaking to Annette about something. Those two looked like they were fighting and it made Negan think about how Annette had finally told Hershel off last night. “We were really close to being thrown out last night.”

“I know. I was at the bottom of the stairs with Annette and Y/N when the two of you were fighting,” Beau mentioned to his father making a very dramatic expression. “I heard what he said. I’m glad Annette made it clear that she wasn’t going to let that happen,” Beau nudged his father with his shoulder, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “It must feel good to know that Annette gave you permission to be with her daughter.”

“Sure, it’s nice,” Negan began, holding his hands out like he was weighing something between the two of them. “But then again Beau, I would have been with Y/N whether I had her blessing or not. I love that girl and nothing is stopping me from being with her.”

“Like a true romantic,” Beau gloated, patting Negan on the shoulder. It made the bridge of Negan’s nose wrinkle and he chuckled at how Beau was speaking.

Lifting his head back up, Negan couldn’t help but steal another look at Y/N with Glenn. They didn’t look like they were talking either. What Y/N really needed right now was someone that would talk things out with her and show their support to her. Glenn was lacking in those areas. So right now she had to feel like she was completely alone and Negan hated that.

“I know she wants to talk to her father about everything, but she isn’t. I know she’s scared and I don’t blame her,” Negan noted letting his thoughts escape his lips. “It’s so strange Beau because I tell you what? At work? This woman doesn’t give a shit what people think about her. And she is the biggest ball buster. But what her family does to her? It breaks my heart because she is a spitfire. It’s like these people drain her and I hate it.”

“I still think she’s that person, I just think she’s just afraid of being hurt,” Beau insinuated throwing his hands about while trying to gather what he was thinking. “People at work really don’t mean anything in the long run. Sure, they are the people you are with every day so you have to be civil enough to deal with that, but the people here? They are her family. They are the people that are supposed to love her from the start. Yet they have broken her down and made her feel terrible.”

“You know,” Negan lifted his arm enough to reach up to mess his fingers through Beau’s dark hair. “For a boy that is so talented with everything that he does, I can see you being a psychiatrist when you get older because you are so…”

“Deep?” Beau’s eyebrows bounced up and Negan chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“Highly intelligent and emotionally levelheaded was more what I was going for,” Negan hooked his arm around Beau’s shoulders to give him a firm hug. “At your age, I was not as bright as you are. You impress me every day.”

“I’m just perceptive and very aware of people’s emotions,” Beau admitted, resting his head against Negan’s chest to allow his father to pull him close. “People are easy to read if you take the time to notice,” Beau slurred out, tipping his head up to stare up at Negan who looked proud of him. “Speaking of which…you’ve been acting weird today too. What’s going on with you?”

“Beau,” Negan half laughed when he allowed Beau to sit back up straight again, “I think that’s a loaded question because so much has happened in the last few days that I don’t even know where to start. Hiding my relationship with Y/N is a hard one for starters.”

“Right,” Beau seemed to linger on what his father said before he shook his head, “I get that. I know what you mean, but you’ve just been odd around both Y/N and Maggie. Like you have something on your mind.”

“Oh,” Negan’s lips parted, shrugging as he debated if he could even talk to Beau about the things that he was thinking about. “It’s complicated.”

“When isn’t it with you?” Beau countered and it made Negan scoff, but also laugh at his son’s bluntness. “I don’t mean that to be rude dad, but you are in a sticky situation here with Y/N. It’s been nothing but complicated since we got here.”

“Okay then. Are you okay with me asking your opinion on a few things?” Negan knew that this wasn’t what he should be putting on his son, but Beau was always very good at giving his view on things. And he was always usually right. “Would you care if I married Y/N on New Years?”

“No,” Beau immediately answered folding his arms out in front of his chest, his eyebrows furrowing. How fast he answered surprised Negan. He knew that Beau liked Y/N, but the fact he was so okay with even the idea of that was something in itself. “Is that what you are planning on doing?”

“I asked her to marry me last night,” Negan informed his son and shock flooded Beau’s features when he sat forward.

“Did you give her the ring that you had gotten for Maggie?” Beau blurt out causing Negan to hush his son, placing his finger over his lips. Beau seemed confused when Negan shook his head. “Where did you get a ring?”

“It was kind of informal and not completely official. I asked her to marry me and then I gave her a ring pop,” Negan explained to Beau who stared out at him thinking he was joking. When Negan’s face remained serious, Beau laughed out loud and tried covering his mouth to hide his amusement. “It was cherry flavored.”

“And that worked?” Beau couldn’t help but be amused with his father’s answer. Nodding, Negan’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat and Beau shrugged. “I guess she thought that was romantic, huh?”

“Listen, it was romantic,” Negan defended himself, holding his hand up in the air before placing it to his chest. “We walked around the loop again. It was snowing really hard and I asked her to marry me. She mentioned the whole ring thing and I remembered that your sister had given me a ring pop earlier. So I asked her with that. It’s a place holder for a real ring. One that we will get when we return to New York. I’ll ask her again the right way when we are home and then I want to marry her on New Years.”

“Okay, okay,” Beau snickered to himself knowing that his dad seemed quite proud of the whole thing. “You couldn’t at least swing for one of those mixed ring pops where they are two flavors?”

“All I had was cherry,” Negan recalled drawing Beau to snort with his laughter and Negan sighed. Beau visibly thought his proposal was tacky, but Negan was proud of it and he thought it was very sweet. At least he was happy when he thought back on the moment he shared with Y/N when he asked her. “Listen, she loved it okay? I just wanted to make sure that you were okay with the whole thing because I want to make you happy.”

“You think I’m going to have a problem with the woman who went above and beyond for me to give me the Christmas that she thinks I deserve?” Beau countered with an immediate shake of his head. “She’s the closest I’ve felt to mom in a very long time. It’s almost like mom sent her to me. To us.”

Hearing that broke Negan out of the emotions he was feeling in that moment, his heart raced and he looked to Beau who gave him a nod, “I’m serious dad. She’s so much like mom. The way she treats me. The way she is with you. It’s like mom knew we were both broken and she sent her to be in our life. She’s the first person I’ve actually seen try with us. Try with you. And she’s good at it. She loves you and she treats both Erin and me so good.”

Knowing that his son felt like Lucille brought Y/N into their lives really touched him and he let out a long exhale when he looked down toward his lap. At this moment, he was doing everything he could to bottle up his emotions to keep himself from crying. That whole idea really hit home for him and he knew it would be ridiculous if he started crying in the middle of town for all to see. Beau nudged his father and he heard Negan let out a huff, “That’s all?”

“Would you be mad if we had a baby together?” Negan inquired drawing Beau to lean back surprised with that question. “We were talking about having a baby together and I…I think we both want it. Would that upset you?”

“Is she pregnant?” Beau wondered, looking to her with worry in his eyes when she had made it onto the ice rink with Glenn. Shifting forward on the seat, Beau was clearly uneasy after finding out what they were considering. “Dad, if she’s pregnant she shouldn’t be ice skating. We need to keep her from…”

“I don’t think…I mean, I don’t know,” Negan noticed Beau going to go get up and he reached for his son to urge him back down onto the bench. “Don’t freak out, I don’t know if she is pregnant. And if she was, we probably wouldn’t know it for at least…a couple of weeks. I remember with your mom when she was pregnant with Erin. We wouldn’t even know yet if we tried.”

“So she is or she isn’t pregnant?” Beau demanded an answer, but Negan didn’t know if he could exactly give Beau one. When Negan thought of what to say, Beau threw his hand around in a circular motion trying to get Negan to give him an answer. “Dad! I’m going to need an answer here because if she is pregnant, I’m going to have to come up with something to get her off the ice.”

“I don’t know! I don’t think so. It doesn’t really happen that fast,” Negan reasoned with Beau, but that answer just made Beau more uneasy. “We just kind of agreed last night that we would try to have a baby and I wanted to make sure that it was okay with you first. I didn’t really think about if it worked or not because, well, fuck I don’t know.”

“I love being a big brother, of course I wouldn’t mind,” Beau declared, his eyes following Y/N’s movements while she skated with Glenn by her side. “As long as you give me and Erin the same amount of love that you do now, we won’t care.”

There was a silence that fell over them when Beau’s nose wrinkled and he let out a disgusted breath, “Wait, are you saying that the two of you…did…that,” Beau put emphasis on his words when he looked to his father, “when I left last night?”

“Uhm,” Negan bit down on his bottom lip, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when Beau gagged at the idea of it. “Do you want me to lie to you dude because I can. I just try to avoid lying to you and I always have.”

“God. Yup, the two of you are so much like you and mom,” Beau pinched at the bridge of his nose showing the tension that it caused him to know that they did that. “So you only started last night?”

“I mean,” Negan thought about how he had been intimate with Y/N and they weren’t safe. Any of the times they were together. Not even once. Beau’s face was pale at the idea of everything and Negan let out a tense sound. “You don’t want to talk about this stuff Beau. You’re just going to get more grossed out.”

“Oh, trust me. Nothing will ever get more awkward than you and mom explaining sex to me the first time,” Beau reminded Negan of the past hearing his father let out an uncontrollable laugh that he tried to mute by covering his mouth. “You remember that, right?”

Instead of answering, Negan simply nodded his head and dropped his head down, “Let’s just say mom was much better at explaining the whole thing without making me want to vomit.”

“Your mom was better with words,” Negan confessed, throwing his hand up in the air when Beau placed his hand in over the center of his stomach showing that he was nauseated at the thought. “I’m just very blunt and I try to be honest.”

“Too honest,” Beau waved his hand about in the air, looking to his father with a shake of his head. “Moving along. To answer your questions. Yes, I’m okay with the two of you getting married and yes, I’m okay with a baby. Is that all? Because I’d really like to go out on the ice and make sure that she is safe.”

“Beau, she’s not pregnant yet,” Negan stated with another half laugh, looking to the ice again. “As far as I’m aware.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better dad,” Beau let out a frustrated sound, his hazel eyes becoming frustrated with Negan. “If my brother or sister is growing inside of her, no matter how young it is, I don’t want her slipping and falling on that ice.”

“Don’t worry about that yet Beau. If we tell you that she’s pregnant, that’s when you can worry,” Negan urged his son to look away from the ice rink when Erin had found Y/N. They were skating together with Erin holding Y/N’s hand out on the ice.

“I’m gonna worry,” Beau declared with a very serious expression that made Negan laugh with Beau rolling his eyes in response. “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”

“Actually, no. This one is more serious,” Negan mouthed trying to gather himself after he found amusement in their last discussion. “With Y/N sad, there is something that happened yesterday that I think I should tell her about. Something that I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I always want to be honest with her.”

“Okay?” Beau’s eyebrow arched in curiosity. “That’s vague.”

“When it was dark yesterday, I heard someone come into my room and I thought it was Y/N after she was done with you,” Negan thought back on the night before, stopping to think about what the best way to explain things was. “The thing was, it was Maggie. And Maggie…kissed me last night. I feel really bad about it and think that I should tell Y/N about it. What do you think?”

“Haven’t you kissed Maggie before when you were pretending?” Beau shook his head from side to side. A scoff fell from Negan’s throat since he was trying to hide the adult nature of it. “Why would she be mad now if she already saw it before?”

“It’s a kiss that only couples do,” Negan suggested, his face twisting with discomfort when he tried to make it more clear to Beau without being completely honest to him. Beau was young and he didn’t need to hear all of this stuff. “I tried telling Y/N about it last night, but she was so upset that I didn’t. I’ve been trying to tell her today, but I can tell that she is emotional about everything that she found out about her parents.”

“And you think she will be upset if she knows that Maggie kissed you?” Beau questioned before Negan inhaled sharply and nodded. “But you didn’t know that it was Maggie kissing you? You thought it was her?”

“Yeah,” Negan answered, his eyes falling upon Maggie who was just now walking out after she got her skates. Now that he thought about things, Negan damned himself for thinking that Maggie was originally Y/N last night. He knew that Y/N was naughty, but the way Maggie touched him and did things to him was so vastly different than Y/N. But then again, Maggie wasn’t exactly acting like Maggie last night either. “I think she would be really upset.”

“If you want to have a future with Y/N where it’s good…” Beau began, standing up from the bench and pointing over toward the rink. “Then you need to be honest with her from the start. Even if it upsets her. You have to give her the chance to understand. Otherwise, you start keeping things from her and that’s not the way to start your relationship.”

“You’re right,” Negan agreed with Beau, who started back stepping toward the rink. “You’re going to be latched onto her while she’s on the ice rink, aren’t you?”

“Yup,” Beau answered Negan who smiled and looked down toward the ground again.

“You don’t think she will find that weird?” Negan pushed, nodding out toward the rink again when he noticed that Maggie was getting closer to the two of them. “You can’t exactly tell her that you think she’s pregnant.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Beau pointed backwards before giving his father a set of thumbs up. “Good talk dad. Now I have to go.”

Snorting, Negan leaned back on the bench and watched Beau get out on the rink as quickly as he could. From afar it was funny because he could only imagine what Beau came up with when he managed to get Y/N to wrap her arm around his.

“What was that all about?” Maggie questioned, sitting down beside Negan to get ready for skating.

“He’s just being silly,” Negan lied, turning to Maggie who looked upon him with her bright green eyes. “It’s just Beau being Beau. You know him.”

“Gotcha,” Maggie muttered staring out at the rink where most of her family was. “So, what happened last night after I left?”

“With your father?” Negan inquired, his eyebrow arching in curiosity when Maggie nodded. “We got into a heated disagreement.”

“And you’re still here?” Maggie frowned getting her first skate on and Negan shrugged. “Neither one of you were happy when I left last night and daddy hasn’t said much today. Neither one of you really talked about it.”

“The two of us butted heads and then Annette showed up. Hershel did tell me that he wanted me out of his home, but Annette gave him some attitude. Made him leave for bed,” Negan remembered clearing his throat when he adjusted his positioning on the bench. “Your stepmother is finally…stepping up.”

“Wow,” Maggie seemed impressed to hear that. A cool rush of air surrounded them and it sent a chill down Negan’s spine. It was amazing how fast it got cold around here. Reaching inside of his pocket, Negan grabbed his hat and pulled it on over his head. “Can we talk about last night?”

“I thought we were,” Negan reasoned with her throwing his hands up in the air. “I told you what happened with your dad. We just bickered. I told him what I thought about him and that was the end of the night. Beau and your sister heard the tail end of it too.”

“I’m sure she liked someone putting daddy in his place,” Maggie commented when Y/N and Beau stopped at the edge of the rink together. Beau was holding onto her hands and they seemed to be giggling.

“Rightfully so, don’t you think?” Negan quipped, knowing that Maggie had really gone back and forth with how she felt toward her father reacting the way he did to Y/N. “I think it’s time someone finally told Hershel what a shitty father and person he is.”

“He’s not really a shitty father,” Maggie corrected him with a frown and a tip of her head.

“No?” Negan replied back with a scoff. That was hard to believe considering all the things that Negan had witnessed since he had gotten to the farm.

“No. He was a really good father to me. He stepped up in the ways that mattered. Same with Beth,” Maggie thought back on her life with her family feeling uncomfortable that Negan was thinking Hershel was such a piece of shit. “He’s a good man too. You can ask the people here in town, he does a lot of good for people. He’s a retired veterinarian, but he’s helped a lot of people too. He’s had a hard past.”

“Do you think the way that he treats your sister is right?” Negan pushed knowing that previously Maggie had made it clear that she didn’t, but now it seemed like she was going back and forth with things. “Mags?”

“Obviously not, Negan. I’m not sure why he is the way he is with her,” Maggie suggested getting her other skate on while she sat beside him. “I want nothing, but the best for her. I do. But sometimes I do wonder if it’s not here.”

“What does that mean?” Negan blurt out and Maggie was starting to feel like he was interrogating her. “Mags?”

“Negan!” she snapped at him causing his thick eyebrows to bounce up. “I just mean it’s obvious that her and my dad are never going to get along. She’s looking for something here that she is never going to get. Everyone else loves her here, but when she’s with dad they both explode with one another. And it’s never going to work.”

“So she should just learn to accept that Hershel is always going to be abusive with her?” Negan didn’t like what Maggie was saying, even though she was right. The best thing for Y/N to do was separate herself from Hershel. “I know that you think he’s a good father to you Maggie, but he babies you. The way he acts about you being even around me is nuts. You’re nowhere near being a child. Yet he acts like you are one.”

“There are some things that he could be better at,” Maggie acknowledged wrapping her arm around the back of the bench, stroking her fingers through the hair at the back of Negan’s head. “The thing with you and my dad is that you are both alphas. You were destined to never get along.”

“What are you talking about Maggie? You’re more of a dominant in this relationship than I’ve ever been,” Negan reminded her with a snort. “Yeah, I’m an alpha, but so are you. You’ve never taken anyone’s shit and that’s what attracted me to you in the first place. You could kick my ass and I was smitten by it. You’re not this sweet, innocent country girl that needs protecting. You are a fucking bad ass country girl that doesn’t need anyone to protect her. Because she can kick anyone’s ass and it wouldn’t take much. Your father makes you believe you are something else.”

Maggie went to say something, but simply just smiled and shook her head, “You have no idea how good it feels to control someone as dominant as you Negan. You’re a pain in the ass and you are such an alpha male, but when you’re with me…”

“Exactly,” Negan snapped his fingers, his face scrunching up when he continued on. “I bow to no one and you were able to tame me. I was your loyal puppy dog for six months straight. So don’t pretend to be something you aren’t because your father has some kind of image in his head of you that isn’t even you. What you need to start doing is standing up for what is right. Stand up for yourself and stand up for your sister. Because it’s time someone did.”

“I don’t think she’s having a problem finding people to stand up for her,” Maggie sighed looking to the ice rink again to see that both Erin and Beau were holding her hands. “Beau latched onto her really fast. And Erin seemed to as well. It’s something that I had to work really hard for, but it wasn’t hard for her.”

“She’s like their mother,” Negan thought aloud lowering his head trying to avoid looking at her when they talked about Y/N. “Beau was best friends with Lucille. You know that. So he’s really latched onto her because she’s…so much like his mom.”

“I thought you said I was like Lucille,” Maggie pointed out drawing Negan to smile and tip his head from side to side.

“In one way. It’s the whole you have my balls in a vice grip thing,” Negan noted, his eyelashes fluttering when he looked to Maggie with a mischievous smile. “I’m attracted to bad ass people that can dominate the hell out of me and kick my ass. Powerful people turn me on.”

Sliding in closer to Negan on the bench, she swept her fingers over the side of his face and felt the warmth of his breath over her lips with how close she got to him, “Why don’t you follow me to the restroom so you can let me dominate you?”

“Maggie,” Negan’s eyelids were heavy, a lump developing in his throat with her green eyes hooked on his.

“Come on Negan,” Maggie leaned in, brushing her lips behind his ear drawing his eyes to close tightly. “Follow me into the bathroom. We’ll go into a stall and we can replay our first time together. What do you say? I’ll suck your cock and then we can fuck like we did the first time.”

“The first time we were in a bar where it was nothing, but adults…” Negan revealed turning his head ever so slightly to remind her of their time together. “Here, there could be children and I don’t do that kind of shit around children. You know how I feel about that stuff. This is a family place Maggie and I still don’t have condoms.”

“Then let’s go into the wooded area,” Maggie nodded off in the distance, her fingers sweeping in over the curve of his jawline. “You don’t have to wear a condom. One time isn’t going to kill us. You can come in me. I don’t care. It’s been so long. Let me relive things a little bit with you. Beau and Erin are busy with Y/N. We’re not at my father’s home…”

“Mags,” Negan sucked in a sharp breath when she slid forward. Snatching the scarf that Negan was wearing, she dropped it down into the center of his lap. When her hand lowered beneath the scarf, Negan felt her palming in over the center of his pants and he scoffed. Maybe in the past he would have been into something like this, but not when he was in love with someone else. “Please…”

“We can do anal if you want,” she kissed over Negan’s ear hearing him exhale loudly. “I’ll get you ready with my mouth and then you can take me from behind.”

“Jesus, you are laying it on thick,” Negan chuckled snatching her hand beneath the scarf to pull it out. Surprised filled Maggie’s features with Negan turning her down like he was and he couldn’t help but be amused with her antics. Snorting out, Negan couldn’t believe how hard she was actually trying with him right now. Speaking quiet enough, Negan knew that it was time he started to call her out on things. “You want me to fuck you in the ass now? With no condom, no lube? Do you want me to fucking hurt you?”

“You can use your spit,” she suggested like it was no big deal and Negan rolled his eyes before moving toward the end of the bench. “Negan?”

“That would really hurt you,” Negan corrected her with a shake of his head, his eyebrows furrowing at just how desperate she was to get him to have sex with her.

“I thought you liked that,” Maggie threw her hand out, her voice becoming angry with him being so anti everything she came up with. “You always did before.”

“Sure, but not hurting you. Anytime we’ve done anything like that, we had proper preparation. I’m an asshole, but I’m not a fucking asshole,” Negan grumbled under his breath finding himself annoyed with her suggestions. “I want to make the person I am with feel good, not like shit. It’s balls fucking cold Maggie. We’re wearing our skates. Yet you’re asking me to go have unprotected, uncomfortable anal sex in the middle of the woods where I will likely get frostbite on my balls and that wouldn’t feel good for you.”

“I just want you to have sex with me in general Negan,” she snatched her hand out to grab a hold of Negan’s jaw to get him to look at her. “I’m trying whatever it takes.”

“Why?” Negan pushed for answers, his face twisting with confusion. “Why are you so fucking desperate for me to fuck you, Maggie?”

“It’s been a long time Negan. Maybe I just want to come,” she shoved his face away letting out a disgusted breath with how Negan was responding to things.

“Okay Maggie. Let’s go in the bathroom and I will go down on you,” Negan was testing something when he turned in the seat, his brow line creasing. “You know you like my fingers. I’ll have you coming in no time. If that’s what you really want.”

“Why are you so against having sex with me Negan?” she demanded an answer causing Negan to huff before rolling his eyes, shaking his head with her question.

“Why are you so desperate to have sex with me? I just offered to go down on you. Is that not enough?” Negan waved his hand about in the air and she slid to the far end of the bench folding her arms out in front of her chest. “It’s strange Maggie, the things that you are offering me. First you want me to come inside of you, like it’s no big deal and then you offer me anal sex that could hurt you because we don’t have lube. You thinking I’d be appealed by that shows you don’t know me at all.”

“I just want to have sex with you Negan,” she threw her hands up, frustrated that he was getting as deep with things as he was. “Is that so wrong?”

“What aren’t you telling me Maggie?” Negan knew that this was just too extreme for that.

“You think I have something I’m hiding?” Maggie wondered, her jaw clenching when Negan smirked. It was the way he looked at her that made her feel uncomfortable. “What am I hiding from you Negan?”

“Are you pregnant?” Negan was blunt hearing her scoff when he asked her. “Are you pregnant with someone else’s baby and you are desperate for me to think that I’m the father?”

A loud smack filled the air followed by Negan’s grunt. Instead of keeping her skates on Maggie shakily took them off before working to get her shoes back on and storming off. Looking between Maggie and the others, Negan groaned out to himself. Unlacing his skates, Negan knew that he had to figure out whatever the hell was going on.

Returning the skates after he changed back into his boots, Negan headed over toward the pavilion where Maggie had run off. Maggie was sitting on top of one of the picnic tables with her head between her knees. Thankfully no one was around them so he could approach her on what was going on. He just knew he had to be a little better with the delivery.

“Are you pregnant?” Negan whispered, his face burning from where she had hit him. Sliding in beside her, Negan swallowed down hard and sighed loudly.

“If I was, how do you know it isn’t yours?” she lifted her head to look over at Negan who gave her a certain expression. “It could be yours Negan.”

“It couldn’t,” Negan shook his head, his nose wrinkling when he thought about things. “We haven’t had sex in quiet some time. We’ve fooled around, but we haven’t had sex. I also know that you’ve had your period since we’ve had sex. So if you are pregnant, you aren’t pregnant with my child.”

“I’m not pregnant,” she exhaled loudly, looking off in the distance when Negan slid in closer to her on the table. “I want to punch you right now Negan.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Negan joked with her, nudging her arm with his elbow. Maggie was quiet, reaching up to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. “What’s going on Maggie? If you aren’t pregnant, talk to me.”

“I don’t want to upset you,” Maggie admitted noticing the way that his hazel eyes were looking her over. Instead of pushing her, Negan just waited. There was no one there. Just a fire that was set up to keep people warm so they had all the time in the world. “I cheated on you Negan.”

Nodding his head, Negan braced his hands back on the picnic table to think about what she told him. Well, that was not what he was expecting. Maggie turned to face him, her shoulders slumped forward, “It just happened Negan. I didn’t mean for it to happen. And I’m so angry at myself because I thought…I thought I was head over heels in love with you,” Maggie waited for Negan to say something else, but he just gazed upon her with his hazel eyes following her movements. “I love Beau and Erin. I love you. I just thought if the two of us slept together again, I would realize the mistake I made. Feel that passion that the two of us had from the start. I’d realize it was you that I was meant to be with.”

“I love you too Maggie,” Negan finally spoke up after a while, his head nodding slowly when he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. There was a sense of fear deep within him when he looked to her again and shrugged his shoulders. “And I’ll always love you Maggie…”

“Negan,” she frowned, reaching out in attempts to touch his face, but Negan grabbed a hold of her hand to stop her from touching him.

“But I’m in love with someone else,” Negan declared noticing the color draining from her face when he opened up to her about how he felt. “I still want to be in your life and I know the kids would want you to be in their lives too. I love you Maggie, I’m just not in love with you…”

Silence followed and Negan felt uncomfortable with the way that Maggie was glaring at him. Waiting, he almost said something until he felt Maggie’s fist connecting with the center of his face drawing him to fall back off the picnic table in a thud.

“Fuck,” Negan groaned out, reaching up to touch his nose to feel that there was blood against his fingertips. Lifting his head, Negan saw that Maggie was staring down at him from where she had slid to the end of the picnic table. “What the fuck was that for?”

“What do you mean what was that for?” Maggie snapped at Negan who slowly pulled himself up into a seated position on the ground. “You tell me that you are in love with someone else and I’m just supposed to be okay with it?”

“You just told me that you cheated!” Negan threw his hand up in the air pointing in her direction. “I figured since you were being honest, I should be honest too.”

“There is a difference between cheating and falling in love with someone,” Maggie explained, shaking her head with irritation for what Negan was saying.

“You obviously fell in love with the person you cheated with,” Negan countered noticing that his hand was covered in blood from her hit. “You’re here trying to get me to have sex with you again to prove to yourself that you still have feelings for me. The only reason you are doing that is because you are trying to determine who you really fucking love. Me or the other person. I just saved you the trouble of having to choose.”

Standing up from the table, Maggie had Negan immediately covering his groin with his hands and she tipped her head to the side, “What are you doing?”

“You can hit me wherever you want, but please leave the dick and balls out of it,” Negan begged of her making Maggie let out a laugh, her eyes narrowing before she shook her head and turned away from Negan. “When women get mad, it’s the testicles or the dick they always go for.”

“You’ve obviously been cheating for a long time,” Maggie pointed out causing Negan to grumble to himself when he tried to get up but didn’t have it in him to yet. “What?”

“Not as long as you would think,” Negan was obviously vague, not wanting Maggie to realize who he was in love with. “It’s…new.”

“And you know that you love them?” Maggie was curious, turning to look at him again from where she was standing over him. With a nod, Negan said nothing more and she rolled her eyes. “Six months and nothing with us? But you’re with them a short amount of time and you just know?”

“When you meet the person that you are meant to be with, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known them,” Negan reasoned with her, taking a moment to make sure that she wasn’t going to hit him again before slowly standing up. “I do love you, Maggie. I don’t question loving you. I just think I love you in the way that someone loves one of their best friends.”

“You really think that two people that were dating and had as much sex as we did can be friends?” she scoffed at Negan, her hands finding their way to her hips.

“I was hoping we could,” Negan declared with a simple shrug. The taste of blood lingered over his lips so he assumed she hit him good.

“What is it about them that made you fall in love with them?” Maggie dug for details and Negan stepped forward closer to her.

“You don’t want to hear that,” Negan hushed her, shakily reaching out to caress his hands in over her shoulders in attempts to calm her. “I don’t want to talk about her with you. I want to talk to you about you. I don’t regret the time we had together. You helped me through some of the toughest times of my life Maggie. You are so beautiful. You’re strong. And I did love you. I fucking love you. I just don’t think the two of us are meant to be endgame. I want you happy. And I don’t think with me you will be truly happy. If you think you can find happiness with this other guy, then I urge you to try. Because I think the two of us were just finding comfort with one another for the time that we could.”

“Shit,” Maggie lowered her head and Negan shakily reached up with his hand that didn’t have blood on it to sweep his thumb in over the side of her face.

“I’m sorry,” Negan apologized for everything knowing that this was a shitty time to find everything out, but with her confessing things to him he knew that he had to open up to her too. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Maggie. Believe it or not, you are important to me.”

“No, I’m sorry for hitting you,” she frowned after thinking things over. Lifting her hand, she curled her fingers around his wrist, urging him back toward the picnic table they were on originally. Stepping before him had Negan looking up at her with his big eyes. There was worry in them when she reached into her pocket, but she pulled out some tissue trying to get the blood from his face. “I should have never hit you.”

“I mean, that depends,” Negan swallowed down knowing that she would have probably beat the ever living shit out of him if she knew who it was that he was in love with. “I probably deserved that.”

“I’m surprised no one saw,” Maggie took a look over her shoulder to see that people were still distracted while she finished cleaning up Negan’s face.

“Even if someone did, I don’t think they’d want to approach you,” Negan accepted the next piece of tissue that she had to hold it up to his nose. “You’re fucking terrifying. No one is gonna want to fuck with you.”

“So terrifying,” she agreed with him, laughing and moving back beside him on the picnic table. “Is she some bimbo?”

“No,” Negan snorted, shaking his head and then pulling the tissue away to look if he was still bleeding. “I promise you I wouldn’t have made this decision if she wasn’t my soulmate, Maggie. We just click and I wanted to wait until after Christmas to tell you.”

“But I fucked that one up, huh?” Maggie observed hearing Negan sigh. “We better not tell my dad until after Christmas. Because if he knows, he will undoubtedly explode on you.”

“Yeah,” Negan snickered, tipping his head back to stare down at her. “You deserve to be happy Maggie Greene. I hope you know that.”

Sliding forward, Maggie stroked her fingers over the side of Negan’s face, dragging her fingers down over his neck. Leaning forward, her lips hovered in over his drawing a sharp breath from his throat. Bringing their lips together, the kiss lingered with Negan’s hand raising to sweep his fingers in over the side of her face. Deepening the kiss, Maggie brushed her tongue against Negan’s hearing him hum before pulling away with a wince when her nose hit his.

“Fuck,” Negan laughed, lowering his head and she chuckled. “That was a good last kiss that my nose had to ruin.”

“My bad,” she pat him on the knee, giving it a firm squeeze. “I guess I shouldn’t have broken your nose. It could have been very romantic.”

“It was good enough,” Negan sighed lowering his head down to rest it over her shoulder. After a minute, Maggie lowered her head and rest her head against his cuddling into it. There was a few minutes of silence when Negan let out a long sigh. “I feel like I should go lay face first in the snow for a while because my face is on fire.”

“I can cover for you if that’s what you want to do,” Maggie teased hearing his snort follow, but she just cuddled her head in closer to his. “You think I can still see Beau and Erin?”

“Of course,” Negan promised, sliding his hand out to hook his fingers with hers. Holding her hand, they sat like that for a while before Negan finally sat upright. Curling his arm around her, Negan allowed her to lean in against his chest and he sighed. “I can’t believe you tried to get me to have anal sex with you in the woods with a shit load of snow.”

“Enough,” Maggie playfully hit Negan in the abdomen and a grumble fell from his throat. Carefully getting up from the table, Negan headed over toward the snow to grab a handful of it to bring it up to his nose. “Does it really hurt that much?”

“Oh yeah,” Negan assured her, hissing at the sensation it left him with. “My face is on fire and my nose is pinging. I’ll be the real Rudolph for Christmas because holy shit.”

“Okay, okay,” she hushed him, urging him back toward where her family still was. “We should get back before people get worried.”

When they got back, Negan saw that Beau, Erin, Y/N and Glenn were working to build a snowman together and it made Negan chuckle. Beau did the best he could to get Y/N off of that rink fast and it amused him. Approaching them, Negan heard Glenn let out a surprised sound when he saw Negan.

“What happened to you?” Glenn drew attention to the fact that Negan had a pile of snow covering his nose. “Are you okay?”

“Hit and run. Some kid just punched me in the face and then ran off,” Negan lied, pulling the snow away from his nose hearing the gasp that came from Y/N when he did it. “Is it swollen?”

“It’s red,” Y/N stepped forward almost considering touching Negan before thinking twice about it. “It looks fine, it just looks like you might be bruised later.”

“Ah, good. So I’m still good looking,” Negan joked drawing Maggie to groan out and roll her eyes. “I’m a little disappointed that you guys started this without me.”

“We only have the bottom two dad, you’ll be fine,” Beau assured his father, reaching for his father’s hands to pull him forward.

They all worked together to finish up the snowman using stones for the eyes and pebbles for the mouth. Beau and Erin had found two twigs that were good enough to use for the arms. Because they were at the park, they didn’t have a carrot to use for the nose, but Glenn lent his winter hat and Maggie used her scarf to bring together the design.

“Looks good,” Negan hooked his arm around Beau’s shoulders feeling Beau’s arm wrapping around his waist.

“We marked off everything,” Beau looked to Y/N who was holding Erin’s hand after they finished. “Everything on the list is done.”

“How do you feel?” Y/N asked, a weak smile tugging at her lips, happy that she was able to do at least this for Negan’s son.

“Accomplished,” Beau responded with a tiny laugh, his hazel eyes gazing over the snowman. “Thank you. All of you. I know it all probably sounded very lame, but it means a lot to me that you did this. I appreciate it.”

“Hey,” Maggie stepped forward before Beau eliciting his eyebrows to bounce up. Holding her arms out had Beau tipping his head to the side. “Can I give you a big hug?”

“Yeah?” Beau released his father long enough to give Maggie a hug and it lasted longer than Beau expected it to. There was something different about Maggie when she looked down at him and Beau frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Maggie lied and Negan knew it was because they essentially just broke up. Reaching down to pick up Erin, she gave Erin a big hug and heard her laugh. “I just want to give the two of you hugs. It’s been nice getting to spend Christmas with you two.”

“Yeah, you too Maggie,” Beau slurred, confused, but going with it because he knew what he needed to say in that moment.

“I was thinking of getting all of us some hot chocolate,” Glenn offered, rubbing his hands together. “What do you think?”

“I can get it,” Negan suggested knowing that he had likely more money than Glenn did to get the hot chocolates.

“No, it’s on me,” Glenn denied Negan, heading over toward the area that was selling them.

“Hey,” Negan stopped Y/N before she could join everyone else that was following Glenn. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“Can it wait?” Y/N requested hearing the long sigh that fell from Negan. “I’m only asking that because I have a lot on my mind right now Negan. I have to figure out how to talk to my dad and…”

“Yeah,” Negan interrupted her knowing that she had been different all day so he didn’t want to stress her out. After he gave her the okay, she headed over to join the rest of them. Instead of following them, Negan let out an overwhelmed sound and dropped back into the snow dramatically. The sky was clear tonight and the stars were bright. For a while he laid there until the sound of snow crunching was heard and he noticed Erin leaning in over him. “Hey there beautiful.”

“Are you okay?” Erin tipped her head to the side, her smile tugging at her young features.

“Just relaxing,” Negan responded and Erin eagerly moved in beside him to drop down to lay in the snow with him. Lifting his head up, Negan noticed his daughter was staring up at the sky mimicking what he had been doing when she came over. It made him smile to know that his daughter was copying him before he laid back down. “You having a good time?”

“Of course,” Erin clung to the stuffed animal that was in her arms and sighed loudly. “I still like New York better though.”

“Me too,” Negan confessed holding his hand out for his daughter to hook his fingers with hers.

“Do you think mommy is up there watching us?” Erin surprised Negan with the question with her eyes still locked on the sky.

“I think your mommy is everywhere,” Negan answered, turning in the snow on his side to stare out at his daughter. “I think she’s with us every day,” Negan reached out to tap Erin on the nose before bringing his hand to his chest. “Especially right here.”

Today Lucille had come up a lot and it wasn’t the first time that hearing her name made him emotional, “I like to think that she’s with us every day. Watching over you and your brother. And I know she’d be very proud of the two of you because you both are awesome.

“I miss her hugs,” Erin explained to her father, turning to face him in the snow herself. “Not that your hugs are bad because you give the best hugs. But there was just something special about her hugs.”

“Me too,” Negan confessed, leaning in just enough to press a kiss over Erin’s forehead. “You were always my baby that loved being held. I don’t think you walked right away because your mama and I never put you down. You always wanted us holding you.”

“I think I’m still like that,” Erin giggled, curling her arm tighter around the polar bear stuffed animal that Y/N had given her.

“You are,” Negan agreed with a wrinkle of his nose, peppering a few kisses against her cheek. “And I’m okay with that. My arms will always belong to you baby girl.”

“Good. I’m okay with sharing them sometimes though,” Erin got up on her knees and fell into her father’s arms so that he could hug her close to him. “You give good hugs and people need to also feel that sometimes.”

“Hey now,” Beau’s voice was heard and Negan let out a groan when he felt the weight of Beau dropping in over his stomach. Cuddling his head in beside Erin’s had Negan laughing out and wrapping both of them up in his arms to give them a big squeeze. “You can’t do this cuddling stuff without me.”

“I love you both, so much,” Negan declared, pressing a kiss over Beau’s temple before doing the same to Erin. A moment later Beth, Annette, Maggie and Y/N had stepped in to stare down at them. Giving a big cheesy smile, Negan could tell that they thought he was crazy for laying in the snow like they were.

“Are you okay?” Maggie was obviously worried that maybe he was having some aftereffects of the hit she landed on him earlier.

“I’m great,” Negan winked, squeezing his arms tighter around his children who were just happy to be with their father. “You should really just try it. It’s very relaxing. Just take a few minutes before we have to head back to the farm.”

“Here,” Maggie pulled out her phone to take a photo that had all three of them giving her the most ridiculous oversized smiles for the photo. And right there confirmed they were Negan’s children with the way they acted. “Perfect.”

“You can have your minute,” Beth laughed pointing toward the hot chocolate that she was holding. “Someone has to hold these.”

“You’re missing out,” Negan insisted with a shake of his head, dropping his head back out into the snow. Right now was just allowing him to take a moment to destress. Everything about this trip had been tense and now he finally got to relax. So he was going to take this moment and cherish the time that he had.

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