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unforth · 6 months

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I had a day off yesterday.

And I can already practically hear the assumptions that such a statement is prompting the reader to make. Those assumptions are wrong. I don't mean I didn't work. I did, for about 8 hours. That's not at all what I mean.

I mean my wife took the kids out at 9:30, spent the night with her mom, isn't back yet the next morning.

There are things I NEED people on this website to understand about parenting. And I've talked about it before, and I'll talk about it again, because honestly the way that Tumblr as a cohort talks about parents makes me sick. Multiple polls have shown that only about 2% of people on here are parents. We're a huge minority, and we're constantly talked over, ignored, or accused of being bad parents (like, personally, I have had people reply to my comments or come on to my posts and tell me I shouldn't have my kids). In my case, being a parent means I'm almost 41, I'm married to @ramblingandpie, and our children are inching up on being 8 and 6 years old.

My entire day, and therefore my entire life, revolves around them. I'm up most mornings at 5 AM, because that's the earliest they're "allowed" to wake up, and so my brain just defaults to being awake around then - better to wake up before them, at least then I get a few minutes in the morning. Between 5 and 7, I sit with them, do my social media, work on side blogs, study Chinese. Then it's helping them get ready for school, then my wife or I or both get them on the bus, and then I work until the last possible minute, which is either when I need to go pick them up for an after school activity or when I need to go down and meet them off the bus. My afternoons are after school activities, chores such as washing the dishes and cleaning up toys, talking with them, working with them, playing with them. Their bedtime starts at 7:40, and my son gets scared if I leave before he falls asleep so I sit with him until about 8:15. As soon as he's asleep, I go fall on my face, sleep as best I can, then wake up and do it again. Overnight, it's hard to sleep deeply, because about once a week someone will wake up in the middle of the night and need help. That could be as minimal as a hug or as complex as having to completely change the bedding on a bunk bed at 2 AM while also comforting a child who is afraid they'll be in trouble, or afraid they're sick, or afraid of their nightmare, or, or, or. Further, if a child is awake, there is always noise. I usually study Chinese with two or more competing sources of noise. I read the same way. My life is loud, and active, and consists of constant interruptions.

I adore my family, and I love my children, but this is terrible for me.

I do all of this as an neurodivergent introvert. My clinical depression is at least medicated, mostly because post-partum depression after I gave birth the first time nearly drove me to suicidal in under a week (we were expecting this and were prepared, fortunately, getting help was as simple as a phone call). The constant noise and interruptions and forced socialibility are about the worst combination of home-life I could be subjected to. I spend far too many early mornings just breathing deeply and gearing myself up to be subjected to the wall of Loud, Boisterous, Needing-My-Attention that is every minute when anyone else in the house is awake.

So what did my day off look like?

I helped get the kids ready to go and did some morning chores. I'd been up at 4:30 AM so I also had already social media'd and studied. Then, while my wife finished the preparations, I started work, and I worked from about 8 am to about 4 pm, straight. I didn't get hungry so didn't bother stopping for lunch. No one interrupted me, no one asked me to look at anything they'd built, no one broke my concentration, no sounds could be heard except those I'd chosen myself.

I'd been out the day before at a local shopping street and listened closely to the things the kids said they wanted, so at 4 I grabbed a couple orders I needed to ship for work and drove to our local downtown, dropped the orders in a post box, then went back to the shops and did some Christmas shopping in the 45 minutes or so before everything closed. I think I'm basically done with what we'll get them - other bigger things will be left to grand parents - so that's a load off, I literally had a stress dream earlier this week about it being 12/24 and having forgotten to do the shopping and having to go to (oh horrors) the mall on the day before Christmas. (Reminder: I'm a Jewish atheist. It's just virtually impossible not to Holiday in the Culturally Christian Hellscape that is the US. Also, my wife is Christian. So.) Found something cute for my wife, too, even tho I already know the main thing I'm getting her. Then, I realized - one of my favorite restaurants is on that block. So. I went there. I sat by myself at a table, only the indistinct restaurant hubbub around me. I read four or five chapters of my book, and ate a savory crepe, and drank lovely fruit tea, and got a scone to-go that I'll eat for lunch today. It was more than I probably should have spent on myself - about $25, including tip - but fuck it. I only get maybe a handful of days off all year, and I'm allowed to indulge a little.

Then I came home. There were no lights on. There was no noise. I had considered doing some more merch work while watching TV on the actual television (my kids are too young for subtitled shows, so usually if I want to watch My Shows I either have to do it on my computer when they're not around, or put them on and read all the subtitles aloud while trying to keep up and process the actual meaning of what I'm reading). But when I got back, the quiet and dark was so goddamn NICE that instead I curled up on the couch and read more of my book. I did that until bedtime - still about 8:15, because I'm exhausted. Then...I went to bed. And I slept long and deep, knowing that there was no chance I'd be interrupted and woken up, I didn't have to be, even in sleep, alert to every noise and possibility that I'd be needed.

I'm still exhausted and burned out, but even one night to myself felt really, really nice.

Saying "Tumblr does X" as a universal statement is doomed to failure, but generally speaking, the parenting posts I see on Tumblr, the ones with tens or hundreds of thousands of notes, speak what's apparently widely seen as a truism on here: that unless someone wants to spend 24/7 with their kids, to be 100% emotionally available at all times, is always kind and patient and perfect, they are a bad parent, maybe even abusive. I remember when covid started, there were multiple posts actively mocking the "oh god, my kids are now home all the time, how am I supposed to do this?" attitude that a lot of parents posted in despair. WhY dId YoU hAvE kIdS iF yOu DoN't WaNt To SpEnD tImE wItH tHeM?

Look at what my usual day looks like.

Look at what my day off looked like.

Do you really think I don't want to spend time with my kids? Do you really think I don't love my kids?

But I'm not a fucking MACHINE. I'm a PERSON. That's what people on Tumblr seem to forget. PARENTS ARE PEOPLE. The same tumblrinas who post ~uwu be kind to yourself rest if you need to, you should forgive yourself for that mistake you made~ will turn around, with zero sense of irony, and post "you're a bad parent if you ever raise your voice around a child."

Expecting parents to be perfect means expecting parents to be inhuman. It also means that a parent can't be poor (can't spend all your time being the perfect parent if you have to work multiple jobs or weird hours!), can't be introverted (can't be a perfect parent if you're not completely emotional available, god forbid socializing is exhausting for you), can't be on the ADHD or autism spectrum (what do you mean you forgot to get your kid to a doctor's appointment once? what do you mean over-stimulation can make you angry? how dare you get angry at a kid!), can't be depressed (gotta get out of bed every single day, gotta always be upbeat, patient, happy, or else that's Evil), can't be (like my wife) physically disabled (what do you mean your hands hurt too much to hold a child's hand? are you denying them touch?? CRUEL). And when the only answer you can offer to that is, "if you can't be that perfect you shouldn't be a parent," then you're saying people who aren't middle class to wealthy, people who aren't neurotypical, people who aren't physically able, shouldn't have children.

And honestly...what the fuck is your problem?

I'm not perfect. I tell my kids to just leave me alone sometimes. I raise my voice, especially when one of my kids starts punching the other, but also sometimes just cause I'm exhausted and Can't Anymore. I've forgotten an appointment by accident and felt like a total fucking idiot, and I've skipped an after school activity because I just wasn't up for taking them. I've served them more unbalanced, unhealthy meals than I can count. I've made many, many mistakes, but I've also done my best, and I love my kids, and I hope that when they grow up, they'll still love me even as they recognize that I wasn't perfect, just as I've come to accept my own parents' short-comings while still loving them very much. They're people, too, and the older I get, the more I understand where they were coming from.

When I fuck up, I apologize.

When they tell me they're unhappy with something I've done, I apologize, and I try to do better. Sometimes I even succeed.

This shit is hard, yo. And it's getting harder every year.

I'm BEGGING Tumblr: you need to start seeing parents as people. The way y'all talk about parenting on here is toxic, and genuinely harmful, and frankly exhausting. You have no idea what the reality of raising kids is like, and you need to shut the entire fuck up.

I had a day off yesterday.

I might get one more before the end of 2023.

I already can't wait. I am so, so, so tired. sigh

(if you actually read this whole rant and even a single word of it resonated for you, please reblog it. I'm tired of never seeing positive posts about parenting while I see negative ones with a bajillion notes.)

#unforth rambles #parenting #momblr #nothing prompted this #i just think about writing posts like this all the time #because the low-level background buzz of how much tumblr hates parents is a constant stressor tbh #and every once and a while i tip over the line end up Writing the Thing #and so here we are again #god i have so much to do today and instead i procrastinate with this #oops

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aalyssah · 2 years

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Don’t Touch What’s Mine!

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Praise, Killing, Torture, Cursing, Yelling, Sexual Assault, Fluff, Aftercare, and more Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,413

Summary: A man tries to have his way with you not knowing you're married to a mafia man.

A/N: This is my first mob oneshot I hope you Enjoy!

Y/n was just a normal 28 year old women that many feared. That is because she is married to the one and only James "Bucky" Barnes. He's not the leader of the mafia he IS the mafia.

Everyone knows not to mess with him, but god forbid anyone that does anything to his wife that means makes her sad, mad, or uncomfortable you won't wake up the next morning. Y/n found that out a week ago.

A Week Ago:

Y/n works as an interior designer that decorates houses. Everyone likes your ideas and that what makes you love your job.

You have seen a lot of beautiful houses, but nothing compares to you and Bucky's house but, the house you were focusing on was for a family of 3. Mom, Dad, and Daughter. You walked in and was greeted by a beautiful looking women maybe mid 30s and ya'll began to talk about what she was wanting in her house.

In the corner of your eye you can see a man staring at your ass, but you didn't say anything and continue talking to the wife. After you were done talking you went to a mini table to start planning.

The man walked up and said "Hey you look real pretty are you from around here" You looked up said "Sorry I'm taken but thanks" smiling at the thought of Bucky. "What's your name?" You ask wanting to know who he was. "Josh Miller" He said confidently. “Your turn.” He sung. "Y/n Barnes.”

He looked down and saw your ring and said, "Your married to someone with the last name Barnes? How about Miller. Y/n Miller, that has a ring to it, doesn't it?"

You were trying to be professional but he was talking about your husband so you kindly said "Yes I am and if that's a problem you can talk to him yourself" He was kinda shocked because he didn't expect sass out of you. "Feisty I like it"

You were disgusted and then remembered that the women's last name was also Miller.?"Aren't you married?" He leaned closer to you, so he was near your ear. "She doesn't have to know about it." He had a smirk on his face.

You were getting uncomfortable so you got up and went to the bathroom. You needed a moment to collect yourself. You've never been in a situation were men were preying on you because Bucky is protective, but now that he's not here you're on your own.

All of a sudden the door opened to the bathroom and came through the door was Josh. "You thought you could run and hide? I can do so much better than your husband, just admit it, you want me." You were backed up against the wall. He started tracing your body with his hands, staring with groping your breast and kissing your neck. You pushed him back. "No I don't. I'm happily married and my husband can do everything that you can and can't do!"

This must have pissed him off because you saw anger in his eyes. You didn't waste a second to kick him where the sun don't shine and ran out the bathroom to the front door. You ran down the street not caring about the looks people gave you. When you thought you were a good enough distance you called Bucky.

Bucky's POV

As I was in a meeting I got a phone call from my lovely wife Y/n, I picked it up and answered. "Hey baby ho-" Before I could finish I got cut off. "B-Bucky there was a guy and he tried to do s-something please hurry, I'm s-scared!” I got up so fast and started walking to the car I noted how out of breath she sounded.

"Baby share your location now." I said in a stern yet soft voice. "Bucky" She whimpered. "He's coming"

Y/n POV

You was on the phone with Bucky when you got grabbed by Josh. "Stop running, you will be mine weather you like it or not!" All of a sudden you heard car tires screeching on the road and walked out was Bucky and his guards and he looked pissed.

"If you don't get your fucking hands off my wife I will make sure they're off your body!" Bucky said his voice laced with venom. Josh immediately let go scarred for his own safety. Bucky instantly pulled you in his arms as you started crying. He looked at his men. "Bring him home to the basement."

Bucky lead you to the car and held you all while whispering in your ear things like 'You did so good, darling without me.' and 'You're such a strong woman'. Bucky texted the maid’s telling them to get a warm bath ready and for them to cook your favorite food.

Once you got home you could see gaurds dragging Josh down to the basement. Bucky lead you upstairs to the bathroom slowly taking your clothes off. He saw the bruises on your neck and got even more angrier, but pushed it to the side when he heard "Bucky, please stay with me." Bucky looked back at you. He saw how desperate and scared you liked so he stripped and got in the bath, slowly washing you.

"B-Bucky I tried to stop him" You said shaking. He shushed you saying it's not you’re fault and that you don't have to worry about him anymore and got up grabbed a towel and took you to the bed

He grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of panties and dressed me.

After that he got dressed and put on my favorite show and went downstairs to get the food. He came back and feed me slowly waiting for you. He decided to wait till you went to sleep to go do his "business". He grabbed you pulled the covers up and cuddle you until you fell asleep knowing you’re safe and protected.

Bucky POV

Y/n fell asleep so I made my way down to the basement. There I saw a glorious site. (Not as good as a naked Y/n). The fucker that tried touching my wife tied to a chair with tables on the side filled with different weapons.

I slowly walked over and took off the cloth off his mouth and said "So you think you can touch my wife and get away with it!?" Josh then responded "I-I didn't touch her she's lying s-she's f-framing me!" I let out a chuckle "So your calling my wife a liar?!" | yelled.

All color drained from Josh face. "N-n-no sir she just mad that I'm m-married and have a d-daughter so she s-set me up." he said stuttering. Bucky took a moment to think "So your married....What will your wife and daughter think when your body is sitting on the porch of your house?"

“No p-please. She’s just mad that I'm m-married and have a d-daughter so she s-set me up." Josh said stuttering. Bucky took a moment to think "So your married....What will your wife and daughter think when your body is sitting on the porch of your house?"

"Please don't kill me promise it won't happen again." He plead. "Oh don't worry you're right it won't happen again." With that being said Bucky took the pliers and twisted his fingers one by one smiling satisfied as he heard the cracks and screams of the man.

His guards watched in terror thinking what if they were in that position. "SO YOU GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU THOUGHT TOUCHING MY WIFE, Y/N BARNES, WAS ACCEPTABLE!?" I yelled. I was beyond pissed. “I'm sorry I-..... thought she was-... s-single." He cried taking breaths. "Well it's a shame that your wife and daughter isn't going to have a husband and father in their life." Bucky said picking up brass knuckles.

Bucky punched him square in the nose hearing the crack and seeing blood coming on his face. He started punching Josh in the jaw, throat, legs everywhere he could to release the anger he felt for this man.

After he thought there was enough of that he asked his men to untie him and leave the room.

His men untied him and left. Bucky grabbed a bat and started swinging at him beating him to the the ground blood was spilling under his body and the bones cracking was just as deadly. He couldn't even scream anymore. "P-pl-" Before he could finish, Bucky pulled out his gun and shot him 5 times. "DON'T TOUCH WHAT'S MINE!" He yelled.

Satisfied Bucky went to the bathroom downstairs so he wouldn't wake up Y/n and showered, Change, and went to bed. He pulled you close with a smile on his face knowing your safe.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mafia!bucky barnes #mafia!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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stepbrothercollege!Hotch sneaking back home every once in a while to come visit his favorite stepsis to make sure he’s still her favorite and not any of the gross high school boys

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni. (cw: stepcest; don't like, don't read).

You're not expecting Aaron back because your mom hadn't announced his return. Money comes out of her joint account with Aaron's dad to pay for everything, his gas money, his plane tickets, so if he was returning by either mode of transportation, they'd have gleefully announced their less-full bank balance.

Apparently, he'd used his own cash to buy a train ticket, though. You're three minutes from finishing the tail end of a movie, one you hadn't been paying full attention to. You'd run out of things to watch, but picking something at random from netflix's library only yielded boredom. Still, you're going to finish it out, or at least, you were, until a large hand hooked over your window sill from the outside, latching onto the wood to provide leverage.

You shriek, the sound straight out of a horror movie, while you consider you might be in one yourself. But the face that pops up through the window next is a familiar one, and you regret your outburst as you hear footsteps rush towards your bedroom.

"Honey?" It's your mom, probably in her nightgown and slippers, "Honey, what's the matter? Your- your door is locked," She jiggles the handle, and you're glad you're too paranoid to leave the door unlocked at night, "Let me in!"

You look back at Aaron who's waiting with one eyebrow raised for either a signal to run, or a signal to stay. You try fixing him with a reassuring grin, but it's probably shaky as your heart finally begins to slow, "Uh, nothing, mom. I saw a spider, that's all. But it was on the outside of the window, I'm okay."

She heaves a sigh, "Okay. I'm going back to sleep, honey."

"Keep it down," The gruff voice of Aaron's father follows after her, and you're not surprised the man is concerned more with the noise level of the house than your personal safety. Aaron's jaw tenses, the muscles in it tightening.

"Goodnight," You mutter tersely through the door, and Aaron's already begun lifting himself the rest of the way into your room. You let him grab your hand for leverage and you pull him onto your mattress, a sound that your mother will think is just you crawling back into bed after your spider scare.

"Hi," He murmurs with a lazy grin, keeping his voice low so that no one can hear him but you. He's instantly at home on your mattress, leaning back on his palms flat over your comforter.

"Hi," You breathe, equally dazed, "You're- you came back!"

"I did," He chuckles, an earring hooked through his right ear and glinting in the moonlight spilling through your window. His hair is longer now than when you'd seen him last, swooped loosely to one side of his face, "I heard some rumors from Eric, wanted to come back down and see you."

"Eric-?" You tilt your head neatly to one side at the mention of your coworker, and Aaron's old friend, "What did Eric say?"

"Just that some of the high school boys have been trying to get your attention," His lips tighten in another near-scowl, "High school boys are too confident."

"You used to be one," You laugh, reaching for his cheek and feeling a slight hint of stubble raised just over his skin, "Now I didn't know you then, but I have to assume you were just as overconfident as the idiots from the gas station are."

"I-" He chuckles, tilting his head into your hand, "I was never that bad, sweetheart, I was never stupid enough to think I could get with a college girl."

"Well I sent them packing," You promise, and he takes your hand off of his face only to squeeze it and lean in closer.

"Good," He hums, sharp, angled nose nearly prodding at your own skin, "I might have to beg my dad to pay for your transfer to my school if they don't get the message."

"I'm okay here," You promise, your voice a near-whisper with the hope that he'll finally close the gap and kiss you, "But I think you should keep coming to see me like this, Aaron."

"Yeah?" He inches impossibly closer, his breath warm over your lips, "You like it when I crawl through your window?"

"And get all protective of me," You confess, cheeks heating slightly at your admission, "What about you, Aaron? Any of the girls at law school caught your eye?"

"No, they're pretty boring," He muses, faking contemplation, "There's this one girl back home, though..."

"Oh, shut up," You gush, pressing your lips to his curving ones as he chooses to grin instead of make a move. You're fed up with his teasing, with having him inches apart and not having him at all, and you melt into the kiss that he reciprocates so quickly.

"I have to head back in a few hours," He laments, "It's a long train ride, and I have a class at 10."

"I have a class at 9," You nod solemnly, "But maybe this weekend I can take the train to visit you? I could just tell my mom I'm sleeping over with my friend."

"That sounds," He cuts himself off to press a firm kiss to your lips, "Perfect, sweetheart. Let's just-" Another kiss, "-enjoy the time we have now, and pretty soon we'll have the whole weekend to ourselves."

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hwaslayer · 8 months

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project: make you love me (jyh) | four.

♣︎ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.6k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, chaery being bold per usual lol (but shes a cutie and we love her), oc and yunho get to know each other more, mentions of sickness/being ill (not oc or yunho), yunho's mom is a single mom, hwa gets a little 😕 but oc knows how to put her foot down, say hello to mingi!!, mingi brings something up and it kinda rubs yunho the wrong way but boy has patience

"We're getting lunch with Jongho and them. Coming?" You shake your head as you walk alongside Soobin, with Seungmin and Chaery trailing behind.

"Nope, no can do." You say. "I'm taking Yunho to lunch to repay him for the ni—" Seungmin looks at you and you pause. Right. Soobin and Chaery don't know Seonghwa left you stranded. "Foooor his help with my reviews." You backtrack a bit, hoping the two didn't catch on.

"Oh, that's sweet of you." Chaery says. "You definitely should! We won't be home 'till later either, soo.. " She giggles and you shake your head at her forwardness.

"So.. what, Chaery?" You glare at her.

"Yeah, what is wrong with you?" Seungmin laughs a bit. "You'll scare him away."

"I will not! I'm just saying, the option is there." She puckers her lips and wiggles her brows.

"Anyway, I'm just going to grab lunch with him at the cute, new brunch place downtown. Let me know if you want anything?" You stop in your tracks, realizing you've walked farther than you should've. Yunho mentioned he was going to be at the Engineering Center, which is in the opposite direction.

"Sounds good." Soobin gives you a small, pursed smile; dimples dotting his cheeks as he sends an animated wave. "See you? Have fun, be safe!"

"Thanks." You wave to your friends as you watch them walk off without. You turn on your heel to walk back towards the building that Yunho just ended class in, picking up your pace when you realize you're running a little late compared to the time you promised to meet him. As you close in on the building, you catch sight of the tall boy and his fluffy black hair.

"Yunho!" Yunho whips his head around to see you walking towards him. He smiles a bit and stops, waiting for you to catch up. "Hey! I was just about to text you. You still free to grab brunch with me, right?"

"Yeah, I was waiting." He teases, making you chuckle.

"I know, I'm too slow. Sorry." You joke back. "Let's go." You look up at him and he nods.

"How was class?"

"Mm, same old. What about you?"

"It was okay. Another small project I gotta work on."

"Sounds fun." You gently nudge him with your elbow. "Computer Science right?" He nods.

"Public Health?"

"Wow, a point for Jeong Yunho." He laughs.

"Y/N, it's not an entirely huge school. You know a lot of people, and people know you."

"For the wrong reasons, most likely."

"No. Just for being you." He says with a soft smile on his face.

"Are you always this smooth talking to girls?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"Quite the opposite actually. It's just.. easy to talk to you, I guess." He looks down at his feet timidly.

"I'm glad." You chuckle. "So, I'm thinking of taking you to Cafe 24. Does that sound okay?"

"The new brunch place?" He smiles, and it adds a rosy tint to his cheeks. "Cool. I've heard good things about it already."

"Yeah?" You ask in an animated, questioning tone. "Nice. I'm excited."

"Your friends didn't wanna come?" You finally get to your car and toss your bag in the trunk, signaling for Yunho to put his things down as well.

"Hell no. Or else, they'll order everything expecting me to pay." You sigh. "So, nope! This is just for you, especially as my small token of appreciation." Yunho doesn't say anything besides let out a small laugh before hopping into your car and settling in. "By the way, I drive as safely as possible, so please don't make fun of me."

"I won't." Yunho watches as you adjust your seat closer to the wheel. Once you feel content, you start the car and double check your mirrors before pulling out of the spot and driving off.

Luckily, the drive isn't far or else Yunho wasn't sure what he'd do. It's not that he was uncomfortable around you, but he's not used to keeping the small talk alive— let alone engaging and being the first to break the silence.

You seem to understand him well though, because besides the few questions you ask him about the week, you don't push the conversation.

And it's nice.

He listens to the music you have on, hearing you softly hum in the driver's seat as you carefully navigate the narrow downtown roads and find a spot near the café.

"Sweeeet." He hears you giggle as you pull into a parking spot that just opened up. "We're here!"

"There's not too many people?" Yunho says in a questioning tone as he unbuckles his seatbelt and peeks at the front door. It's busy, but not enough for a wait. You check your phone and take note of the fact that it's still earlier than noon— you and Yunho barely missing the lunch rush.

"Still early, I guess." You greet one of the staff members and she immediately brings you and Yunho to a table in the back corner. She lays out the menu in front of you, giving you a moment to glaze over the options while she heads to the back to grab water. "Everything looks so good." Yunho chuckles.

"Anything you've been craving for?"

"Something sweet?" Your eyes widen at the sight of 'matcha mochi waffles' on the menu, pondering whether or not you should give in to your sweet tooth or get something a little more filling on the savory side. "But now, I'm torn. I kinda wanna taste the omurice."

"You can have some of mine?" Yunho was eyeing the omurice anyway, and he doesn't mind sharing some with you.

"Really?" Your eyes sparkle and it makes Yunho's ears turn red. He's feeling shy now because yes, really. Yes, you're cute.

"Yeah, I don't mind." You smile.

"Hm, okay. You can have some of my mochi waffle and bacon?" He shakes his head.

"It's alright, Y/N. It's not a big deal."

"Yes, it is. It's a new brunch place and who knows when we'll be back. You should taste it." He doesn't respond, just simply smiles back at your argument. At this point, the waitress is back with two waters and asks if you two would like anything to drink. Yunho declines, but you happily order a vanilla latte. She asks if you're ready to order, eyes darting to Yunho for some kind of acknowledgement— which he gives to you in the form of a simple nod. She takes down your orders and lets you know that she'll be back with your latte, taking your menus before she's off to the kitchen. "So." Yunho looks at you after he's been people-watching through the window.

"Hm?" He hums.

"Tell me about yourself, Yunho." You say softly. Typically, Yunho hates these kinda things. He'll usually respond very vaguely to cut it off at a certain point. He just doesn't think people need to know much about him, nor does he really find himself interesting. But for now, he'll dive in a little more. He doesn't seem to find the harm in it when it comes to you.

"I don't even know where to start?" He laughs a bit. "I'm not sure what you want to know."

"Anything." The waitress brings your latte and you immediately start blowing at it to cool it down. "Tell me anything."

"I'm an only child?" He starts off with an unsure tone, but you nod in response to reassure him. "Home is two hours away at my aunt's house."

"Sweet. If you don't mind me asking.. have you always lived with your aunt?"

"Yeah, I have. She's my mom's sister, and my mom is sick." Your eyes soften. "She has kidney issues so she's on dialysis. She's still strong and all, but it's nice that my aunt is there. She helps take care of her and bring her to appointments, especially while I'm away most of the time." You nod quietly.

"What about your dad?" He shrugs.

"Uh, he left when I was young, so I don't really know much about him."

"Shoot. I'm so sorry, Yunho. I didn't mean to—"

"Nah, it's okay. I don't mind talking about it, but I also can't give better responses since I don't know much myself."

"You must be very close to your mom." Yunho thinks about his mom for a second, taking mental note that he needs to call her later. She has always been so strong, and she's always been Yunho's driving force. Even though he didn't have his dad around, he never felt like he lacked love or support because he mom did a fantastic job covering all of those bases no matter what.

She never let Yunho down. And he only hopes he can do the same in return.

"I am."

"I can only imagine how tough it is."

"Yeah." He lets out a breath. "But, she's doing well. She's been well for a long time. All I can ask for." You give him a tiny toothless smile.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"W-what about you?" He clears is throat to try and brush off the slight nervousness he feels asking these questions. Surely, you asked about him. But, you wouldn't mind sharing your own facts, right?

"I have an older sister who works in finance. She's 4 years older than me. My parents split up, but my dad still comes around to hang out. They're better this way, I think. Their relationship is much healthier." You also start thinking about your parents, reminiscing about the tough times when they used to fight for days on end. Luckily, you and your sister were close— you could lean onto her like you do with your bestfriends. She tried to protect you and keep you safe as much as possible, tried to shield you from the negativity even though it was hard to. Eventually, your parents had enough and split; though, you'd like to think this was their silver lining since they're much better around each other now.

"I see." Yunho sips his water. "It's nice he's still around."

"Mhm." You tilt your head. "Do you have a lot of friends back home?"

"I wouldn't say lots. A few people that I grew up with still live around my area, but most people have moved."

"That's cool to still see some childhood friends, though." It's your turn to sip. "How do you know Mingi so well?"

"We went to the same high school. We have some common interests, but that's it? We just hang out with different crowds." Yunho shrugs. "Mingi finds certain people and certain things fun that I don't necessarily find fun. He's a big social butterfly."

"Yeah, I see that." You chuckle.

"You and your friends seem really close. Did you meet here?"

"We did." You smile. "Chaery and I were roommates and Soobin and Seungmin lived across the hall from us."

"Did you meet Chaery before you two moved in?"

"Nope. Just that day." You laugh. "Believe it or not. We clicked really well and got close easily. I got lucky with her." At this point, the waitress comes with your plate and tells Yunho she'll be back with his as they're just finishing up in the kitchen. "Then we met Soobin and Seungmin. And they slowly started coming into our room more often. Turned into going to the cafeteria together, to hanging out and studying in our room together."

"That's good. It's always nice to have solid, good friends around."

"Yeah." You look at him. He notices that you aren't eating your food, and he feels bad that you are waiting for him. So, he clears his throat again and mutters out a quick—

"Oh, you don't have to wait for me." He looks at you, then down at your food.

"No, it's okay Yunho. I'll wait." You nod. "Speaking of roommates, are you close to Yeosang?"

"Uh, we're cool, I guess?" He shyly laughs. "We randomly got paired up because we're in the same major." The waitress sets his plate down and he pauses for a brief moment to thank her and asks for an extra plate. When she leaves, he returns his attention back to you. "Anyway. One day, he asked if I knew anyone who needed a roommate. At the time, I was renting a room in this couple's home. I didn't mind it, and they were super friendly. But, I figured having more space would be nice instead of being confined to a room and feeling shy about going into the shared kitchen and bathroom." You laugh.

"I get that, totally understandable." Yunho is splitting some of his omurice [a bit more than you expected] and placing it neatly on the extra plate before scooting it your way. "Wait. Yunho, that's a lot." You look at him worriedly and he shakes his head, continuing to edge the plate towards you.

"No, it's not." You look at him and he gives you a small smile. "Promise."

"Thank you." You say, cutting him a good chunk of your waffle and placing it on the edge of his plate. "I know you said you and Yeosang are cool so.. do you hang out often at home?"

"We'll talk and have dinner sometimes, but most of the time, we're in our rooms playing games." You giggle and Yunho's ears turn red. "Wow, I probably sounded ridiculous saying that."

"No, no. Soobin and Seungmin have a tendency to do that too. As long as it makes you happy and content, right?"

"Mmyeah."

"How often do you go home?"

"Hm, I try to go every other weekend? But, sometimes plans don't work out that way. I just try to go as soon as I can."

"I see." You continue to hold a conversation in between bites, with topics ranging from school, your majors, things your friends have gotten into.

Dancing.

Yunho observes you as you talk about your dance team and how much you enjoy it, and he loves the way your eyes twinkle; the way you animatedly move your hands while describing the team and its accomplishments, the way you giggle in between. He can tell you really enjoy it, and he's truly happy you have something to fall onto when times get rough, something to help celebrate when you're having good days.

He just can't understand how Seonghwa fits in this mix. He doesn't, he shouldn't. You are too good for him, and you have way more to offer.

"So.. yeah, that's us. We're small, but we're fun. And I think people on campus enjoy our pieces." Yunho laughs a bit before finishing up his food. He feels bad since he's never really gone out of his way to watch any of your performances, but maybe he should.

"Let me know when your next one is?"

"You'll come?" You ask with so much hope in your eyes. Yeah, maybe he should this time.

"Yeah, if I don't have anything planned."

"Oh, so we're the backup plan." You tease and Yunho shakes his head.

"No, not like that. You know what I mean. If I'm around and not at home."

"Of course." You tilt your head and smile at him. "I'll text you details later." You set aside your plate and sit back in your seat, feeling stuffed but content with your meal. You call for the waitress to bring over the check, instantly handing off your card in fear of Yunho trying to swoop in. "Oof, I'm full. But, that was so good. I really liked it."

"It was." Yunho sets his own plate aside and sips on some water. "Thanks again, you really didn't have to."

"I did. Small token of appreciation for the help you've been giving me. I've always struggled with these things so having someone patiently explain and walk me through improvements means a lot." You say before getting up and grabbing your things. "Ready?" Yunho nods before following you out. "Are you going to work in the library until class?"

"Probably."

"Do you mind if I join you?" Yunho looks down at you with a small smile.

"Not at all."

You make the trek back to school comfortably, parking in the lot near the library so that you and Yunho won't have to do too heavy of a walk. The both of you are engaging in more small talk, with Yunho feeling a bit more comfortable to joke around with you. He doesn't dare bring up Seonghwa because he knows it isn't his business, but also because he'd hate to see your mood shift.

You look good happy.

Getting back to the library, you scoot yourself into the opposite side of the booth and face Yunho. He immediately pulls out his laptop to do some work, not really saying much as his focus is redirected on trying to understand the new project they were just assigned. He glances over the edge of his laptop from time to time though, and you don't really catch it because you're too immersed in the note-taking you're doing. You write so precisely, so neatly; switching from one colored pen to the next before highlighting in a super straight line. His eyes glance up to your face, your features, before shifting his attention back down to his assignments.

Cutie.

"What's up, Yunho?" Yunho is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears that familiar deep voice. Seonghwa smirks at him before his eyes land on you. You don't look too happy to see him right now, but Yunho knows Seonghwa still has the upper hand here, and honestly, it sucks. "Hey Y/N, can I talk to you?"

"Why?"

"Cause, it's important." He licks his lips when his smile fades. "Please?" Your eyes dart from Yunho, back to Seonghwa. Yunho just quietly glances at you though, trying his best to mind his own business and let you decide on your own. But he's begging, pleading, in his mind that you don't leave with Seonghwa. Not after he left you in the cold the way he did.

Too bad it was a wishful thought.

"Fine." You huff before packing up your things and start to slide out of the booth. "Talk to you later? Thanks for today." You give Yunho a soft, apologetic smile, and he can only nod in acknowledgment before you're walking off next to that asshole. He continues to watch as you two walk down and into a random aisle of books. You can't help but scoff at Seonghwa again when you realize he's hiding because of course he doesn't want too many people in his business and to see you two so close. Of course he needs to do this in the fucking history aisle of the library. "This is your idea of talking?" All he does is chuckle a bit before he's tucking a piece of your hair behind the ear.

"Baby, seriously? Why are you hanging around Yunho so much?"

"Because we're friends?" He snorts.

"Since when? I don't ever recall Yunho being in your little circle."

"Oh my god, Seonghwa. He's been helping me with some assignments. What is this really about?" He shrugs.

"Nothing, I already told you. I'm not trying to share, not with him." You furrow your brows.

"Share?" You scoff. Clearly, you were just a possession to him. "We aren't dating. You made that very loud and clear from the beginning."

"Still. The dude can't even pull his own girl—"

"Stop." You put your hand out and shake your head. "If you're just gonna talk shit, let me get back to doing homework with Yunho. I don't have time for it." He sighs heavily and tries to pull you into him by the elbows.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I just got worried because you didn't answer my text last night."

"Worried over me, or because you weren't getting any?"

"Come on, Y/N. Cut that shit out."

"No, you cut that shit out. It was freezing last night. I fucking waited for you at the spot for an hour."

"And I said I was sorry. I wanted to make it up to you last night but you didn't respond. I feel really bad about it, but what am I supposed to do when you won't even talk to me?"

"Seriously?" You let out a sigh. "Whatever you say." He sucks his teeth and lifts your chin with his finger.

"Baby, I'm trying here. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be doing this." You simply stare at him. You know he's lying, and you know he genuinely doesn't care about you. There is not one honest bone in his body that actually gives a damn about you. He's telling you what you wanna hear because he knows it'll work every—single—time.

"I don't know—"

"I'll wait for you until you're done with practice tonight, how about that? You can just shower at my place so we can hang out all night."

"That's the issue, you're never there after practice."

"I will be. I promise." He pouts a bit. "I'll be there waiting for you." He laces your hand with his and kisses the surface. "Walk with me to class?" You look at him, but all you can think about is leaving Yunho. You let out a sigh knowing all you want to do is avoid conflict, shrugging at his question.

"Fine."

"That's my girl." He leads the way out of the aisle, giving Yunho the pettiest nod you've ever seen. You try to avoid eye contact since you felt bad for leaving.

But, fuck. You just needed to get through the day in one peace.

He swings an arm around you for a second before he sees his friends on the way to class. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek just as he reaches his classroom, leaving you to finish up work at the nearby student center.

The day goes on [peacefully], and you're off to dance practice with your friends. You forget about everything for a moment while you're with them, enjoying the time that you get to spend all together even if it's through dance. They invite you to hang out with the group afterwards, but you politely decline especially when you actually see Seonghwa waiting outside in his car. You give your friends big hugs before waving goodbye, and settle yourself into Seonghwa's car.

He talks about his day for a bit, even as you walk into his apartment and see San eating his dinner. He doesn't really ask about yours, nor does he care enough to. He does ask if you've eaten and if you want some food, but you shake your head and tell him you'll be off to shower and finish your homework in his room. Throughout your shower, you can hear him and San laughing loudly in the dining area before they're going at each other's necks while playing FIFA.

You feel like you're just.. there.

You silently sit against the wall as you type away on your laptop, sighing as Seonghwa and San continue to yell over their last game. You find that you aren't really in the mood to be here, but you hang on to see what Seonghwa's version of 'making it up to you' means.

Should've known it wasn't shit.

Especially when he barges into his room and shuts the door, immediately kissing you before trailing a few soft kisses down your neck. He thinks you're enjoying it, so he keeps peppering your neck even as you gently try to pry him off.

"Hwa." You call his name and he ignores it, fingers slightly fiddling with the waistband of his sweats that you're wearing. "Seonghwa, stop." You say, pushing him back. "Stop." You repeat with a harder push when he almost dips his hand into your sweats.

"W-what? What's wrong?" He furrows his brows when he backs up to read your expression, your body language. Suddenly, you feel out of place, feeling like you wanna go home and be in your own peace.

You did not wanna be here. Not with him.

"I'm just.. not in the mood. Can you take me home?"

"Not in the mood?" He repeats. "What, should I have gone slower? Did I do something—"

"Seonghwa, please just take me home. I'm not asking twice." You say and he lets out a scoff as he hops off the bed and grabs his keys.

"Alright, whatever." He says, digging his hands into his pockets while walking out of his room. You change into the extra clothes you brought in your duffle bag, setting his clothes neatly into his laundry hamper. You quietly trail behind him as you tug on your bag and watch your feet drag you to his car. You hop in and Seonghwa doesn't say a word, instantly starting up the car and driving off. You can tell he's upset by the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hand tightly wraps around the wheel.

The way he drives.

A rather quick drive becomes even quicker, and you're glad you don't live far from his apartment. This entire ride feels suffocating and you can't wait to leave entirely. He pulls into your lot and brakes near the curb, giving you time to step out of his car. He doesn't give you another look, nor does he say anything— you simply slam the door shut and he races off, leaving before paying you any mind.

Perfect.

This wasn't anything new, but tonight feels awful. You start to feel guilty for whatever happened, though you shouldn't.

You shouldn't feel guilty.

You let out a shaky sigh as you step into your apartment, your roommates not being home since they're out with the dance group. You set your things aside and quickly take a shower before plopping onto your bed and doing.. nothing.

You want to do nothing.

You scroll through your phone as you try your hardest not to let any tears fall. They shouldn't, you did nothing wrong. But everything feels wrong, suffocating.

You hate feeling this way.

Yunho is getting ready to wrap up his work for the day when he sees a body slide into the booth he's currently occupying.

"Sup dude." Mingi says.

"Yo." Yunho responds. "What are you still doing here?" He asks, unfamiliar with Mingi's presence during these evening hours in the library.

"I had to work on a group project." Yunho continues to draft out some notes for his project while Mingi sits back and lets out a breath. "Another project?"

"Yup. How'd your group project go?"

"Eh. It's alright, but we're done. Just need to present." Mingi scrolls through his phone. "I saw you with Y/N earlier." Yunho pauses to briefly look at him before returning his attention back to his notebook. "I didn't know you two knew each other." He chuckles.

"We have literature class together, and I was helping her with some reviews."

"You seem close, though? Have you always been close?" Yunho shrugs at two things— one, he definitely can't say you two are close, and two, how nosy Mingi is being. It must be for Seonghwa.

"Not really. She's cool, though."

"Hm." Mingi hums before putting his phone down on the table. "Yeah, she is. I don't know what Hwa's deal is sometimes."

"Mm, but you would never mention it to him." Yunho teases with a small chuckle, but he means it. He absolutely means it.

"I just feel like it isn't my place to. Me and San have both told him to chill, but can't force someone to act a certain way if they don't want to." Yunho shrugs.

Fine, he thinks. But, Mingi could at least tell the guy when he's wrong and what he's done wrong, right? He would at least hope that's part of their conversations, and he knows Mingi is aware of right vs. wrong.

No better way than letting someone know the truth.

Seonghwa is wrong damn near more than half of the time.

"Yeah, I guess." Is all Yunho responds with.

"He does like her, though." Yunho looks at him with tightly-knit brows. What does he mean Seonghwa likes you? That's his way of showing his feelings for you? And it must be obvious that Yunho is feeling a certain way about that statement because Mingi instantly backs it up with a— "I mean like, I know he has some kind of feelings for her. He does more for her than I've seen him do for anyone else. I just don't know why he's stringing her along and not being more serious."

"Like.. what? Leave her in the cold until he's ready to pick her up? Really shows his feelings." Yunho sarcastically responds. "Anyway, sure. It's not really my business."

"Are you sure?"

"What?"

"You seem interested in her."

"Because we hung out?" Yunho shrugs. "Okay, Mingi."

"I only bring it up because he's mentioned it. Hwa can get pretty protective and jealous. I don't want him to start shit with you—"

"He doesn't need to." Yunho responds. "Not really on me anyway, I'm not the one in the wrong."

"Right, I guess."

"I know he's your friend, but she deserves way better. You can tell me all of this, and it still won't change my mind." Yunho chimes in one last time, completely over the conversation. "If she isn't happy, he shouldn't be selfish enough to continue trapping her." He finishes up his notes before closing his notebook and packing up.

"You're right." Is all Mingi replies with while watching Yunho pack up. Because what can he say? Of course, he agrees. But he has this weird obligation, this loyalty, to Seonghwa because of their friendship.

"I'm gonna head out." Yunho slides to the end of the booth before throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Gonna stay behind?"

"Nah, I'll come with. Wasn't planning on staying any longer." Yunho nods, allowing Mingi to walk alongside of him. He's a little annoyed, but in a weird and unconventional way, he knows Mingi didn't mean any harm. He knows he didn't mean to intentionally attack him.

Still, though. His point about Park Seonghwa stands.

Yunho continues his walk to the car with Mingi, the topic of discussion now being new game releases and a party that's coming up soon at one of the athlete's homes. Mingi extends the invite to Yunho, but Yunho shakes his head and tells him he doesn't think he'd end up going. He might change his mind if he feels better about it when the time gets closer, but as of now— it feels like a hard no.

Once Yunho and Mingi finally part ways, Yunho climbs into his car and begins his silent drive home. He starts pondering about his day and how he actually really enjoyed it. He feels comfortable enough to be himself around you, and he can't say that for many people.

You are enticing to him.

When he gets home, everything feels still— quiet. The night sky is dotted with stars, while the crickets chirp.

"Mom." He says, parking his car off to the curb and grabbing his things.

"Yunho, baby." She says a bit lowly. "How are you? How was your day?"

"I'm alright, just hanging in there. Had lunch with a friend before working on a few projects." He begins to walk to his apartment. "How are you feeling?"

"Good! Your aunt and I went out for a walk, then shopped for a few things today." Yunho chuckles.

"Cute. Weather's been nice. Glad you guys have been getting out."

"Yeah, enough about that though. A friend, hm?" She chuckles.

"Yeah." Yunho smiles. "We have the same class together. I've been helping her with some of the assignments."

"So, it's a her." Yunho can hear his aunt giggling in the background, making him roll his eyes.

"Uh huh—" Before he can start lecturing his mom and aunt about how you two are merely friends, classmates, another call comes through on the line. He stops in his tracks and quickly removes the phone from his ear to see who's calling. "Mom, can I call you back in a second? I just got home."

"Okay, get settled. I love you!" She says in a sing-song manner and Yunho laughs a bit.

"Love you too." He responds before ending that call and switching to the next. "Hey. Is everything okay?"

You chuckle on the other line before responding with a shaky: "Why wouldn't things be, Yunho?"

"I don't know. Just wasn't expecting your call, is all."

"I'm sorry, are you busy? I'm so dumb, I really shouldn't have—"

"It's okay, Y/N. Seriously. I just got home from the library." He steps inside his apartment finding that Yeosang is in his beloved cave, yelling at his computer screen per usual. He walks into his room and places his things down, settling onto his computer chair with a soft sigh.

"Okay." You haven't said much and it's obvious to Yunho that something is indeed wrong. You needed someone and you turned to Yunho for comfort.

God, he sucks at this. But, he wants to be there for you.

"What's going on?"

"Huh? Nothing. I just wanted to check on you." He chuckles.

"I don't get very far, Y/N. Don't worry." Silence. "What's bothering you?"

"How do you know something's bothering me?"

"I can practically hear you thinking from here." You giggle and it warms Yunho's heart. At least his effort is somewhat working.

"I.. was at Seonghwa's not too long ago. And I just didn't wanna be there. I asked him to take me home and he was upset. I don't know why I feel bad about it."

"Feel bad? What is there to feel bad about?"

"Maybe I should've asked him in a better way, I don't know. I felt suffocated and demanded rather than politely telling him."

"Y/N, you don't owe him anything. You don't need to explain anything to him. He doesn't need to be upset about you going home because that's your own choice. He's mad because he didn't get his way for once. Still not your problem." You let out a shaky sigh and a tear manages to slide down your cheek. This was so dumb, you shouldn't have called Yunho to vent about this.

"This must sound so dumb, I'm sorry Yunho—"

"It's not dumb. Don't be sorry." Silence, again. "I hope you know that if things don't get better, you were never in the wrong. You don't need him."

"I know." Yunho doesn't say much because he doesn't wanna attack you or make you feel worse. So, he sits there. Listening to you breathe.

Listening to you sigh, be upset.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm?"

"I'm sorry for leaving you behind earlier."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize."

"Mind if I join you at the library again tomorrow?" He softly smiles to himself and nods as if you can see him.

"You're always welcome to join me."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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am i the asshole for yelling at my dad?

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TRIGGER WARNING: somewhat stalking, anger issues, mentions of violence, mentions of threats. stay safe guys.

just to provide some background, i (14n) am a bit of an unregulated crier. the tiniest things (like what happened today) make me start bawling. i'm trying to work on it since my mom (47f) says it's me being a bit dramatic. on the other hand, my father (48m) has some problems when it comes to getting frustrated. the place where i live can have a lot of traffic and road rage incidents so this isn't too uncommon for me to experience. i just never reacted quite like this before.

anyways, what happened was my dad had just picked me up from school. i had just had a very long day (school hours are from 7:30-2:30, i stayed until 5 for additional extra curriculars) and was letting him know about my day. we were talking, he was driving a bit slow, and everything was kinda okay. but when we got to this intersection, someone turned in front of him, cutting him off. i could tell the random driver was in a bit of a rush, so it wasn't really that upsetting to me. but my dad got really angry, flipping them off and honking loudly, as well as rolling down the window to give them a few choice words.

i told him to calm down, and he kind of did, saying to me a couple of curse words about that driver but i ignored him. but as we kept driving he seemed to get more frustrated. eventually, someone else cut him off and he completely lost it, screaming and honking and cursing really loudly. again, i told him to calm down, it wasn't really a big deal. but he wouldn't stop.

he continued to get mad about that driver, saying he was going to speed up and catch up to them to give them a piece of his mind. he ran a red light just to do so (he later told me it wasn't that important since its one of those tiny lights by little gated communities and no one was in the road). eventually when he caught up, he followed them for a while, and noticed them turning into our neighborhood.

he got weirdly fixated from then on, going in circles around our neighborhood to see where the car went. he kept making comments, saying that the driver was screwed because "he'd know where they live", and that "they were going to regret it".

i got scared, because i know sometimes when he gets into one of these moments he won't be sensical. there have been several moments before where i've begged him to just let things go because they (to me at least) aren't a big deal. he's repeatedly made threats in our house to the neighbors (he doesn't like their fireworks) and has mentioned specifically how he planned on getting a gun and sh00ting them. so i might've gotten a bit scared.

i told him to stop, and i told him he wouldn't find them because i saw them park. immediately he turned on me, demanding to know where they went. i got scared again but didn't say anything. he got really pushy and so i took my phone out and called my mom.

my mom (47f) is one of the only people my dad listens to. after calling her twice, she picks up the phone. it's hectic because he's still circling the neighborhood, and im trying to tell her that he's trying to chase someone to their house and she has to tell him to stop and to take us home.

she does tell him that, and he relents. we take a turn back to our house but that's when he sees the other driver's car. and that's when all shit goes down. because he starts laughing and saying they'll get what they deserve, and that they'll regret it, and he memorizes their fucking address.

i tell him to stop, to just ignore it (for the fiftieth time) but he ignores me. i just explode, yelling at him and telling him not everything is a personal slight against him, and not everything requires such an extreme response. i tell him he gets upset over minor things, and he doesn't have to be like that.

he just replies that he isn't the one upset, and that i'm the one yelling at him. i cry.

so tumblr, am i the asshole? it's none of my business what my parents do and i could've told him nicely to let it go. and my fears were based on assumptions of prior comments i didn't have the full context of. i really hope i did the right thing but it bothers me i stooped to his level by getting upset.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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rutozz · 2 months

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The Bathroom

Pairing: Haruto x Reader

An: Heyyy!!~ so this is my first time posting here an I'm so sorry if it’s bad, I wrote it for the first time 😭. Also it’ll be very helpful if some gave me new ideas for other one-shots. Minors are a NO NO.

synopsis: Dating Haruto was like a dream come true, he was the perfect guy your mom would have told you to find when you were young. He was kind, gentle, rich, handsome and etc. however other than keeping your relationship private due to his status, there was another demerit.. he was highly jealous of literally anyone.

I was sitting on Haruto’s lap, my hands on his shoulders as I buried my face in the crook of his neck while I bounced up and down on his length and my slow pace. Even tho I was relatively slow the thrust were strong and not to mention his size. Haruto wanted to relieve some stress before his performance and this is the least I can do.

“H-Haruto…” I moaned quietly in his neck as his hands on my rear continued with its cold grip. “Yea my love?” asked Haruto with that stupid grin as he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Suddenly the washroom door opened as I heard heels enter the washroom, since me and haruto were in a cubical, Haruto just had a thrill of getting caught while I was scared shitless.

“Just keep moving Princess” said haruto as I kept moving slowly.

“Hey? You in there?” Asked the voice from outside and I recognized it. It was Mina, my best friend, she has no idea that I’m dating Haruto cuz if she knew, she’ll end me.

“Damn you did Kai wrong by rejecting his proposal” said Mina as she fixed her lipstick.

Haruto stop as he gripped my waist and pulled me off, ‘a guy tried to hit on you?’ Thought Haruto. “Haruto please..” I whined, I was so close to reaching my climax and he just pulled me off. The next second I felt his hand grasp the back of my back and pull my face closer to his. “I don’t care who that Kai dude is.. but he better stay the fuck away from my girl” he growled under his tone, his tone sent shivers down my spine as I nodded.

“Do you like Kai?” Asked mina , still oblivious of the situation inside the washroom stall. My eyes locked with Haruto’s as I notice the fire in his eyes, I quickly responded “No-o… I like someone-e else..”.

As soon as I said that, Haruto smirked as he picked me up and slammed me down on his length causing me to let out a loud gasp and grip his back, marking scratches on it. “Hey you good?” Asked Mina in concern as I just managed to whisper out a yes. “Yea-a I just hurt my ankle-e..”

“Oh alright.. anyway I’ll be in the art room. I’ll save a seat for you, come fast” Mina said as she left the washroom. I glared at haruto for pulling such a stunt but he just gave me a sly smirk as we both soon reached the climax.

We both secretly walked out the washroom as I headed towards the art room and he moved towards the exit as he has his Chauffeur waiting for him outside. I saw how bright the flashes were as he stepped out the premises.. after all he was a star and I was A DUMB BITCH WRITING A FANFIC ABOUT THIS MAN (at least I’m self aware I guess 🎀)

(Thank you for reading.!!)

#haruto smut #treasure smut #treasure fanfic #yg treasure #haruto

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 1 year

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I could teach you things

I just wanna say thanks so much for you guys love on this series, I'm glad everyone loves mommy!Wanda

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Will your mom ruin yours and Wanda's time together? Obviously not and Wanda doesn't give her much chance to do so, all she wants is to spend time with her little girl, why are people trying to ruin it?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI just adult themes and mommy kink everywhere and Nat

Words: 1,500

"Well hello Jenny what do I owe you the pleasure of bursting into my home unannounced?" Her hard stare at your mother made the woman fault slightly but she still pressed on "where's my daughter you bitch"

"Oooh someones in a mood, you should know that Y/n wants to be with me and is currently lay in bed sleeping after the long day she had-

Jenny didn't let her finish the sentence before running past her and up to her room to find you "Y/n!" She slammed the door open and you jumped up from the bed "honey come on we're gonna go" she went to grab your hand but you moved away, unbeknownst to your mom Wanda was glaring at you to make sure you didn't say yes by shaking her head

"Sweetheart?" She tried again and you just sighed "it's okay mom I-I want to stay, Wanda is great" you retreated under the covers and Wanda smiled "see Jenny, now if you would please leave my house before you start scaring my boys"

Your mom left without another word promising to get you back even if it killed her, a bit dramatic it’s not like you were in much danger, she was a few doors down, god this was fucked up

You felt the bed dip and Wanda brought your surprised body into her own “oh my sweet princess did she scare you? It’s okay go back to sleep, she wont get in again”

You listened, curling into her body and closing your eyes again "okay" you didn't give another thought about your poor mother going out of her mind instead kissing Wanda's shoulder, the only place you could reach in the woman's tight grasp and you couldn't help the smile when Wanda kissed your head in response

"thank you for being with me my love" she whispered to you "go to sleep"

Your eyes fell heavy drifting back off into sleep and Wanda watched you 'your mom won't bother you anymore my love, I'm the only one you need now'

She repeated that to you over and over again softly in your ear making sure you knew you were hers

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"Good morning princess" Wanda's smooth voice filled your ears making you smile in your sleep, her voice was so soothing and was definitely something you could get used too

"my love I have to take the boys to school, do you want to come with me?" She started to get up but you gripped her tighter keeping her in place "no you stay" you mumbled, not knowing where that came from actually

"The boys need to go honey, you stay here and I'll pick up some breakfast for us" she reluctantly slinked away from you placing a last kiss to your lips "be good printsessa" you just nuzzled back into the pillow grumbling a little in response.

Wanda left you promising to return soon with the boys in tow "does Y/n live with us now mom?" Tommy questioned and Wanda ruffled his hair smiling " she does honey, are you happy about that boys?"

They both nodded their heads "yeah! She's so cool, can she come and pick us up later?" Billy asked

"Sure boys I'm sure she'll love that, now come on your teacher won't be happy if you're late again"

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When Wanda left, you eventually got up showering and putting on some of Wanda's clothes, they were a little long because she was taller than you but you didn't mind, everything was still stressful and you still didn't want to fully accept the position you were in but for now you sat downstairs watching TV waiting for Wanda's return.

You jumped slightly when the door opened and Wanda entered, she saw you in her clothes and gasped "wow, wearing mommy's clothes detka? You know how to impress me" she walked to the kitchen putting the breakfast she promised to get on the table "come see what mommy got you"

You stood and moved into the kitchen wondering why she was calling herself mommy "what did you get Wanda?"

The woman ignored you shuffling around the kitchen doing other things

"Wanda?" You tried again but still no response

"Why are you ignoring me?" You were getting annoyed until it clicked, you sighed knowing full well what she wanted "what did you get..."

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you waiting for you to finish "what did you get mommy?"

Wanda was pleased, finally "I got us some breakfast sandwiches and I got a coffee and you some orange juice" handing you the drink you thanked her

"Come on pretty girl let's eat" she sat down at the counter but when you sat down on the other side of the counter Wanda stopped you "ah ah princess, you need to sit on my lap so I can feed you"

Your mouth dropped "what the fuck are you talking about?" Theres the small amount of fighting spirit you had left in you, well Wanda would make sure that was broken too.

"Well that's no way to talk to your mommy is it? Why don't you try speaking again hm?" You couldn't place her voice and didn't know if she was angry or disappointed, so you didn't push instead responding

"I'm sorry I was just confused...I think I'd be heavy on your lap maybe and it-

"Stop rambling honey and come sit on mommy's lap, the sandwiches are getting cold"

You nodded moving towards her chair but you were still unsure on sitting on her lap which Wanda noticed and accepted it "okay my love you don't have to sit on my lap but sit up on the counter so I can still feed you"

The relief came over you and you nodded pulling yourself up onto the counter and letting her spread your legs so she could sit between them "there we go baby, are you okay?" She rubbed her hands on your legs in a comforting way "yeah I'm okay, kinda hungry though" you teased making the woman laugh, maybe this....whatever it is would be more fun than what you thought, even if the voice in the back of your head screamed at you to stop

Wanda opened the sandwich bag pulling an egg and bacon sandwich out that had already been cut up and fed you a piece which you happily took "is it good?" She asked giving you another piece that you greedily took "yeah" you finally said "it's really good"

"I'm glad honey" Wanda wiped some missed food from around your mouth with her thumb, she rested her thumb on your lips stroking softly "are you mommy's girl?" You felt a shaky breath leave your lips "I-I don't know" you whispered and Wanda hummed, instead of responding she pushed her thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue surprising you and you remained still, unsure of what to do

"You look so cute like this honey, go on and clean my thumb, suck" that single word made your whole body blush and although hesitantly, you used your tongue to clean her thumb swirling it around the limb but refusing to look at her until Wanda pressed her thumb down hard on your tongue stopping you "look at me when you do it"

You were forced to look into her darkened irises and the smirk on her face made you want to subconsciously rub your thighs together which was obviously difficult with the position you were in.

"Aww are you feeling tingly honey? Want me to help?" Wanda used her other hand to stroke your face which you leaned into "do you want me to-

"Knock knock!" Wanda's friend Nat interrupted the tension filled interaction causing you to bite down on Wanda's thumb making her hiss "shit" she pulled her thumb out of your mouth "you've got some sharp teeth there honey" she laughed it off and turned to Nat "do you want to tell me why you ruined our moment?"

Nat shrugged "I just think you should know that theres some police on their way over looking for Y/n, I told them no one was in so you've got about an hour before they knock the door down anyway knowing I lied"

Wanda groaned "fucking fantastic" she turned to you "your mom is pretty persistent isn't she detka?"

You shrugged "sorry"

"Dont apologise my love, why don't you go with Nat for some ice cream while mommy deals with this problem"

Nat snuck up next to you making you jump "yeah princess, let daddy take you for some ice cream"

You cringed at the moniker "Daddy? Seriously? Why would I do that?"

Nat rolled her eyes "you will one day don't worry, now come on, let your pretty mommy handle it" she kissed Wanda softly and the redhead smiled "it sounds hot when you say mommy too"

"I know, you're so easy to fluster"

You watched the interaction with a little jealousy which they both noticed "don't be jealous my love, mommy will treat you so well later"

You were a mess, on one hand you liked Wanda giving you attention and you guessed she was okay even if she didn't like your mom but on the other hand this was completely fucked up and wrong and you were an adult so calling someone mommy felt wrong, what a mess.

"Get out of that head of yours little one, let's go" you felt Nat grip your hand dragging you off the counter away from Wanda out the back entrance of the house, the last thing you heard before the door closed was Wanda opening her front door

"Good morning officer, what seems to be the problem?"

#marvel #mcu #MCU #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #wandanat #I could teach you things

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strsburn · 2 years

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every little thing | jonathan levy (18+)

pairing - jonathan levy x fem reader

synopsis - in which hearts are mended

see also - when two broken people meet and find that their sharp edges connect

warnings - this fic will contain sexual content at one point so

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT

notes - i am in love with oscar isaac your honor. i watched scenes from a marriage and honestly i think mira was very toxic and manipulative and honestly if jonathan was given a proper chance to heal and move on, i feel like his character would have developed more. that being said, i am ignoring how episode five ended and writing this x

tagging ( my favs ) @wint3r-h3art @tmholland @buckybleu @tom-whore-dleston @crazycookiecrumbles

@giona45-5

"This isn't working anymore." Your fork clattered as your hand went limp from shock, the sound that would normally cause you to wince fading to the back burner of your mind as you stared at your boyfriend in shock.

"W-what do you mean?" You cursed yourself mentally as the last word came out in a choked whisper, your emotions rising to the surface. Dean sighed, chewing on a pasta noodle thoughtfully as he waved his fork around nonchalantly.

"Look, it was fun in the beginning. You know, going out, holding hands, yada-yada, but," he paused to put his fork down, a hand coming to rest on his abdomen as he leaned back to shrug at you carelessly "You're too boring, alright. You don't like to go to parties, you like to stay in and read, you never want to try anything new in bed, honestly, how long did you think this could go on for?"

You can only stare, your cheeks flushing with humiliation as all your insecurities are laid out before you. Dean sighs at your silence, standing up as he pushes his chair in and folds his used napkin over his plate. He comes over to your side and lays a kiss on your cheek, and suddenly what once felt like a show of affection was now a branded mark of condescension.

"Dinner was good babe, no hard feelings right? Don't worry about my stuff, Josh will come to pick it up next week. Alright, later." In the blink of an eye, he's gone and you're left in silence, your shared apartment suddenly feeling too big.

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The breeze is a welcome sensation on your heated skin as you relax on the park bench.

It's been two weeks since your cruel and abrupt breakup and you were still reeling from the grief of it all, opting for more time spent at the park to escape the haunting reality.

You looked up as your heard shuffling footsteps, your eyes stopping on a little girl no older than nine who was wondering around without a care in the world.

You waited to see if an adult would come along who was accompanying her but when she remained alone and unsupervised you grew concerned. A park was the perfect place for a kid to be snatched up and you would not be one to turn a blind eye.

Smoothing down your skirt, you stood from the bench and approached slowly not wanting to scare the girl or be seen as a threat.

"Hello." You greeted her. She paused to see who addressed her before offering a bright grin that sent your heart melting.

"Hi." She giggled. You looked around once more to see if anyone had come searching for their daughter before you spoke once again.

"What are you doing out here by yourself kiddo? Where's your mom or dad?" At your question her shoulders seemed to sag slightly as she sighed.

"Well, my mom isn't here but my dad is. I was supposed to stay in his sight but he had to take a phone call real quick, I waited until his back was turned to explore and now I'm lost."

You had to bite back a laugh as she made hand motions with her explanation her lips set in a dramatic pout.

"Alright, well, maybe you can tell me what your dad looks like and we can try and find him okay?" You asked.

She squinted her eyes in thought as she looked at you with playful suspicious.

"My dad said I shouldn't talk to strangers." She retorted. You nodded in understanding, even as you thought it was a false cause considering she had already given you more information than a simple name would do.

You gave her your name before holding a hand out as she shook it firmly.

"My name is Ava." She quickly began to give you a rough description of her dad. Tall, wearing glasses, curly hair and an itchy beard. Very vague but enough to work with.

You held her hand as you both searched for the man who matched the description. As you moved along you suddenly heard faint shouting as a panicked voice echoed in the shrubs.

"Ava! God, where are you?! Ava!"

Ava perked up at her name and you turned around as who you perceived to be her dad came running up. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep your jaw from dropping as the single most handsome man you had ever seen stepped into view.

Dark curls decorated with hints of grey lay atop his head, his chin sporting a matching thick beard, equally dark brown eyes framed by gold wired glasses and an outfit of corduroy pants and a button up seemed to polish off the english professor look.

Relief coated his features as he spotted Ava, her hand letting go of yours as she ran to meet him with a hug. You watched in silence as he held her close, pulling back as worried frown replaced his relieved smile.

"You know better than to take off like that Ava, god something could have happened to you." He pulled her back into a hug as she murmured apologies.

It was then he seemed to notice you as he quickly stood up, taking his daughter's hand.

"Thank you for keeping her safe." He smiled, his whole face lighting up with the gesture. You could easily see where his daughter had gotten the smile.

"It was no worries at all, I was happy to help." You nodded as he offered a hand.

"I'm Jonathan, Jonathan Levy. Can I buy you a cup of a coffee as a thank you?" He reached for his pocket as if looking for his wallet and you waved your hands out, abashed.

"No that's okay! That's not necessary." You told him.

He smirked then, rubbing a hand over his beard as he adjusted his glasses and you felt butterflies flit around your stomach nervously.

"Alright well, then can I buy you a coffee just to see you again?"

You were a goner.

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Your first date went great, Jonathan and you seemed to click just like that and while you were admittedly worried that he was married due to the presence of his daughter he was swift to assure you that he had been divorced for a while now.

He proceeded to open up about his failed marriage and even discussed a time in his life where he had grown so callous with his relationships that he had married again out of necessity rather than desire when a one night stand resulted in a pregnancy. He admitted that through this time he had openly cheated on his wife with his ex, nonchalant about if he was caught or not.

While his honesty was appreciated you were hesitant about starting a relationship due to his previous relationships and the failure of your own, and you divulged that.

Jonathan understood your worries and the two of you discussed a trial run, where you two would start off with small dates to see where things led off and most importantly that you both would be open to communication about anything and everything.

Which led to now.

"Are you serious? He actually said that?" Jonathan asked in disbelief, eyebrows raising so high they disappeared into his curls.

You nodded as you sipped your chai latte, the taste earning a pleased hum as you took another sip before placing the cup down.

"Yup, I was so shocked I just sat there as he proceeded to thank me for the dinner and hightail it out of there." You shook your head.

You and Jonathan had been discussing your traumatic past relationships and how they went down and instead of causing the mood to sour it helped strengthen the bond between you two as you both understood what it meant to move on from those painful events.

"That's such a fucking shitty move." Jonathan chuckled as he took a sip of his black coffee. He proceeded to adjust his glasses and you had to bite back a smile which he noticed.

"What?" He laughed nervously not knowing if you were poking fun at him.

"Nothing, I just laugh when you do that. It's cute." You told him, motioning to how he adjusted his glasses.

His eyebrows furrowed and you were worried that you'd somehow made him subconscious or upset but he looked up at you with soft eyes and a bright smile as he admitted

"That's actually really sweet, I've got a lot of quirks and things I do out of nervousness or habit and Mira always found them annoying or would laugh about it. You just embrace it, thank you." He told you, picking up your hand to lay a gentle kiss across your knuckles and you felt your heartbeat skip.

You hoped these trial runs worked out because you didnt know if you could handle the heartbreak of having to let this man go.

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Six months had passed since your trial run had ended and you found yourself in a steady relationship with Jonathan.

You both had grown closer since being so open with one another and any fights you both had were resolved easily once you gave each other some space and then talked it out.

Ava loved you and you returned the sentiment and you even got to meet Ethan and Jane who would come over on the occasional holiday or birthday. Things were still tense with Jonathan and his former wife but they remained civil especially when dropping off or picking up their son. Ethan had declared he liked you after you had gotten him a baby yoda toy after his favorite movie character.

You still had yet to meet Mira who would come to pick up or drop off Ava while you were at work. Jonathan had asked if you would rather be there when she came but you reassured him that you trusted him to be alone with her and he had looked at you with such adoration in his eyes you had to look away as heat rushed to your cheeks.

The two of you had yet to say the big L word but you were not worried as you knew you both shared the same history when it came to that aspect of a relationship.

When it came down to it you knew full heartedly that you were in love with Jonathan and every little thing about him. Every flaw and imperfection only made you more crazy for him.

"Hey babe?" His voice brought you out of your reverie and you looked up from the pages of your novel to his worried face.

"Yeah, love." You replied closing your book and putting it aside to show him he had your full undivided attention.

He smiled at that, recognizing the show of respect and held his phone up.

"Mira wants to know about picking Ava up for the whole weekend, she wants to treat her to a girls day." You smiled at the fact he was involving you in such a decision and recognized that at the same time he wanted to be sure you would be comfortable as this would be the first time you would be meeting Mira.

"Of course that's alright. Thank you for asking first baby, tell her she's welcome to stay for dinner as well. I'm making chicken tortellini." You grinned as he punched the air in celebration at the mention of your cooking and nodded his head dutifull, sending the text out.

"Great, now come here. I need some quality Jonathan time." You held your arms out and he obliged as he laid his head down on your lap.

"God, I love you." He moaned when your fingers scraped softly against his scalp and you felt him tense as he realized what he just said. You pulled back to look at him as he avoided your gaze, your eyes softening as you recognized the doubt rising to the surface.

"Jonathan can you look at me please?" You asked softly as he slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze.

When he met your eyes, you brought your hand up to brush a curl away from his face, stroking his cheek with care as he leaned into the touch.

"I love you so much, Jonathan. I know it seems soon to say such but there is no other way to describe how deeply I feel for you. I love every little thing about you. The way you rest your chin into your palm when you're sleepy but want to hear what someone has to say, or when you get nervous and fidget with your glasses. The way you listen to soothing nature sounds when you can't fall asleep. How frustrated you get when you have a lecture and forget your notes, every little thing you doubt about yourself or don't like, I love about you because it makes you you. I wouldn't have you any other way."

You watch as his eyes fill up with tears and you catch them with your thumb wiping them away as he sits up to pull you into a kiss.

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Meeting Mira had been an interesting experience. You could tell she disliked you simply for the fact that you were with Jonathan and the control she once had on him was no longer in tact.

It didn't help that her daughter was smitten with you as was his son and ex wife who got along well with you. The cherry on the top of the cake was the fact that Jonathan was so deeply in love with you that any thoughts he once had of being with Mira were long gone.

You had seen the frustration in her eyes when she tried to flirt with him in front of you and instead of growing angry you only calmly asked that she keep that behavior for someone who wanted it, which was proven true as Jonathan had put an end to her advances by removing her arms or deflecting her remarks.

She had quickly left after that, angrily grabbing Ava's bags to bring to the car as you calmly assured Ava that she wasn't at fault. You made sure to kiss and hug her goodbye as you gave her your number so she could call anytime she wanted.

The two had left after that and you and Jonathan had retired to the living room where you were leisurely sipping on wine.

"That wasn't a complete disaster." Jonathan remarked and you laughed as you set your wine glass down, your boyfriend mimicking you as he turned to face you.

You leaned into him, the two of you kissing softly as you both began to explore one another, your hands running up and down his arms as his grazed your thighs and waist.

He pulled you onto his lap as you panted into his mouth, grabbing onto his curls with force and causing a whine to escape him.

Your panties instantly dampened at the sound and you began to grind on his length through the thin fabric separating you.

"Fuck." He let out when you bucked your hips into him, the contact making his cock jump through his jeans.

He lifted you up and placed you on the couch as he kneeled before you, slowly sliding your skirt down and your panties with it.

He lifted your leg to rest on the couch, opening you up for him as he blew on your pussy, the cold air causing you to clench around on nothing as you whined.

He used his index finger to circle your clit as he pulled your lips apart and kissed you directly on it, his tongue entering you swiftly.

"Shit, oh my god." You cried out as your back arched, your hands clutching at his head as you moaned wantonly.

You felt him smirk against you as he bit your clit gently, reveling in the high pitched scream you let out as he ate your pussy out like it was his last meal.

You jumped as you felt him enter his index finger into you, the thickness of it causing your walls to clamp down on him in pleasure and your walls squeezed around him.

"You like that baby, I can tell by how tightly you're squeezing on my finger. Tell me baby, how am I making you feel?" He demanded as he thrusted his finger deeper, slipping it out to add two more as he thrust them deep and scissored them, stretching you open.

You spasmed, your legs nearly falling from the couch as he held your leg down with one hand.

"Fuck, you make me feel so good, Jonathan. S-so fucking good." You whimpered out as you felt your core tighten sensing your incoming release.

With a pleased hum, he thrusted hard against the soft spot of your inner wall sending you over the edge.

You cried out as your walls clenched on his fingers, your legs spasming as your back arched and your cum gushed over his hand.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, lifting them to his mouth but before he could lick what you had to offer you pulled his hand towards you, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking them deeply as you whirled your tongue around each digit to collect your release.

His mouth hung slightly open as he watched you and you could feel him rut into the couch as his pants tightened even farther. His cock restrained in the material.

As soon as your lips left his fingers he grabbed your head between his hands and kissed you hungrily, a groan escaping him as he tasted you in the kiss.

You moaned into him and lowered your hand cupping him through his jeans. You grabbed at the waist of his pants and tugged as he distractedly shoved his pants off his legs, his boxers following.

He picked you up and laid you on the couch as he bent over you, circling his cock on your clit causing you to twitch.

"Condom?" He asked and you shook your head as you pulled him on top of you, his weight causing you to moan.

"On the pill." You supplied, he nodded as you pushed a hand on his chest softly to remove your shirt and bra as he swiftly yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside as you did the same, uncaring as to where they landed.

You whined as he gripped your breasts firmly, bending down to take your nipple into his mouth as he caressed the other.

He let go with a soft pop to slap one softly as you gasped at the action.

"I'll play with these later, right now I need to be inside you." You bit your lip at the promise and kept your gaze on him as he lined his cock up and entered you slowly.

You moaned brokenly as he continued to move inside you, his entire length filling you up and pressing against your cervix. You felt like you were going to split open from the sheer size.

"Fuck baby, so tight around me. Can practically see myself in your stomach, feel me right there baby, hmm?" He pressed on your abdomen where a slight bulge could be seen and you nearly came as you cried out at the pressure.

He pulled out slowly, your walls hugging his cock tightly, every ridge and curve brushing against your walls before he thrusted foward hard, his cock entering you in one smooth movement as every inch was forced back inside you.

Your back arched as a choked scream left you and your legs began to tremble as each thrust punched the air from your lungs, his tip knocking into your cervix with each stroke.

"Look at you baby, so pretty spread out on my cock. Practically splitting you open, but you like that huh, got you so dumb on my cock you can't even speak." He punctuated the last word with a thrust as you let out another keen whine.

A sudden ring pierced the air and you whined as Jonathan began to slow his thrusts, his eyes falling to your phone on the coffee table.

He picked it up, his eyes squinting at the screen as he began to leisurely thrust into you once again, the slow motion causing you to buck your hips up into him to get him to move faster.

"Hmm, looks like you got a call from Dean. Why don't you answer it baby, see what he wants." And before you can tell him no he presses the accept button, putting it on speaker and setting it back on the coffee table. You gasp as he thrusts hard, hitting your g-spot with no effort and causing you to clench around him.

"Hello?" Dean's voice rings out and you bite your bottom lip hard as Jonathan tilts his head at you to answer, his hand lifting your leg and pushing it to your chest causing him to slide deeper.

"Y-yeah?" You ask into the phone as Dean calls your name again.

"Hey, I can't find my Yankees Jersey, do you still have it?" He asks right as Jonathan gives another deep thrust that has you seeing stars. You choke as you struggle to form a coherent thought and Dean seems to hear the sudden strain of breath as he calls your name suspiciously.

"U-uh, no, n-no I haven't seen it." He hums and then proceeds to ask how you've been handling the break-up. Jonathan smirks as he scoots you up so that your legs are resting on either side of his, your bottom half resting on his lap. He thrusts hard and the angle now has him brushing your cervix with every stroke, the curls at the base of his cock kissing your clit. The stimulation causes you to moan loudly as you forget about every other thing, including your ex who is now shouting into the phone with confusion as he hears your moans.

"Hey Dean, Jonathan here and I'd say she's handling the break-up pretty well considering she's being split open on my cock right now. Listen." He holds the phone near your mouth as you moan brokenly.

Dean curses, shouting out in disbelief and Jonathan smirks as he hangs up the phone quickly, throwing it on the table as he brings his fingers to toy with your clit.

"Come on baby, I can feel you clenching on my cock. You liked him listening to me fuck you, didn't you?" He asks, your moans the only response he needs.

"You gonna come for me, huh angel? Come on my cock, baby. Squeezing me so tight, can't wait to fill this pretty pussy up." He mutters and the thought of his come overfilling you is what brings your pleasure to the brink.

You cry out as your pussy clenches around him like a vice, his cock fucking you through your climax as you spasm around him, and you moan as you hear a breathy gasp escape him, his cock twitching in you as he fires off a load of cum, pumping each round into you and coating your walls.

He collapses on you as you both pant and your mind slowly recovers from the haze of lust.

You kiss his cheek as he pulls out from you slowly, wincing at the sensitivity of your pussy and you reach your hand out to grab the wipes from where you keep them under the couch cushion, handing them to Jonathan who kisses you deeply in gratitude as he wipes himself off.

"We are definitely doing that again." You say after a beat of silence and he can't help but laugh.

He was so lucky to have met you that day in the park.

#graysonshaven #scenes from a marriage #jonathan levy #jonathan levy x reader #18+ content #smut #oscar isaac #oscar issac fic #jonathan levy fic

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 1 year

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The lgbts in Florida and the surrounding area are claiming that the drag show ban will result in women who just don’t dress “in a typical women fashion (ie wearing pants and flannel and ties)” or are even just “not conventionally attractive” will be targeted by police for death just by appearing in public around children (“they’ll be confused for drag queens”, they’re basically claiming a mom who likes wearing pants and baseball caps and shorter hair could be killed for picking up her children from the playground, or a transgender person just walking by children in public could be). On one hand, this is prima facie ridiculous, court trials and innocent until proven guilty exist, people aren’t that stupid, and I don’t think anyone should be around sexual things (regardless of age) period. On the other hand, the police have a bad reputation for a reason, police brutality and such exist, my trust for the government varies greatly, some people really are that stupid, and I am a paranoid person by nature and my mind tends to go towards the worst possible things. But that’s a me problem. I’m pretty sure the law only talks about punishing actual sexual content around children, but I haven’t read the legal text yet. Any thoughts?

So, here's the full text of the most recent version of the "drag ban" law. As with most of these based Florida laws, it's very short, so I encourage everyone to give it a read. But to summarize:

The law never mentions "drag" even once. Instead, it says, and I'm paraphrasing here so read the actual text yourself, that children aren't allowed in any event meant for adults that has a sexual component.

The punishment is directed towards businesses and government agencies that issue licenses for events. Not individuals.

The punishments listed are all fines or license revocations. Specifically Beverage licenses. So if you host an adult event and allow children to attend at your restaurant or bar, the government will come after your liquor license. No jail time is mentioned. And there's certainly no mention of executions.

Again, the law mentions events, not individual actions. So no, this law wouldn't make it illegal for a drag queen to walk past a child in public. That might fall under public indecency laws, or indecent exposure to a minor, but those are different laws that have nothing to do with this one.

So no, it's not at all reasonable to think that this law will lead to ugly women in flannel getting shot by the police just for walking past a playground. Like all left wing overreaction, they're scared of things that will literally never happen. Even the worst, most evil cop who just wants an excuse to kill innocent people wouldn't be able to use this law to justify shooting someone.

The way the media lies about these Florida laws is egregious, even by modern media standards. Never believe a single thing a newspig says about them without reading the law yourself first.

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Eye For An Eye (Prince Paul x Reader)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Paul’s temper tantrums (throwing things but not at characters), cursing, mentions of adultery, reader and Paul began affair when reader was seventeen and he was eighteen (in this story it is mutual consent and unfortunately things like this happened in this time period), Venus’s honeypot = real euphemism for the female anatomy back then lol (thought it would be fun to add), unprotected sex, slight degrading kink. If you feel I left anything out, let me know.

I plan for this to be a few parts. I'll post as I'm able.

It was another cold winter’s morning in Russia, however, it was just another day for you. Every day you performed the same tasks for the same women. It was never a change of pace. Part of you liked the familiarity, one who didn’t like change. However, sometimes you wished something else would happen to add some excitement for the day. You slicked down your dress, preparing to go help the wife of Prince Paul get ready for the day, a lady in waiting is was your title. It made you sound like a little slut.

You were transitioning into your new role in the royal family. Catherine liked your mom so much that she decided she would let you be Prince Paul’s wife’s lady in waiting. It was a noble position compared to the chambermaid. It would begin full-time after Christmas.

“Get going, ladies. We don’t have all day.”

As if you needed reminding. You began walking quickly down the corridor to her majesty’s chambers. Hers were separate from Prince Paul’s. You had very minimal dealings with him since he married—he was an absolute man child. He envied his mother, craving the throne. You heard whispers and talk about what was going on behind closed doors—conspiracies. You knocked gently at the door before entering.

“Come in.”, his wife, Wilhelmina called out.

You entered, curtsying to her before beginning to help her get ready for the day.

“Purple or blue.”, she pondered, eyeing her closet.

It didn’t matter to you, frankly, you didn’t give a damn but you had to pretend you cared.

“Blue will look ravishing on you, your highness.”, you smiled as you began tightening her corset, causing her to gasp.

“Blue it is, then.”, she smiled up at you.

She wasn’t as rude and condescending as Paul’s mother, Catherine. Nor as demanding as Paul or Catherine. You had learned about this family very well. Catherine was power hungry, that much was clear. It was rumored she had a coup to have her husband killed to seize the throne. You could neither confirm nor deny this conspiracy theory and you wouldn’t comment on the matter to your co-workers or other palace personnel, scared to lose your job.

“I’m sure Prince Paul will love it.”, you commented, trying not to think about him.

“Pshht we’ll see. He’s hard to please.”, she sighed sarcastically.

You didn’t comment back on the matter as you continued to tie and tighten her corset, something you had done time and time again. It was second nature to you. You had helped his mother, Catherine, for years and she broke you in well, critiquing you the entire time you dressed her. Every morning since you were sixteen. However, near the end, she rather preferred you. Your family was far from royalty, your mother worked for the royal family for years when you were a little girl as a chambermaid. You and Paul were very close in age.

You worked in silence with the maids when Wilhelmina’s friends came in, her ignoring you and the rest of the maids as you all worked which you were fine with.

“So, seen Razumovsky today?”, she smirked at Paul’s wife.

None of the other maids appeared to be paying attention to their conversation. You weren’t intentionally trying to listen, but your ears were picking up things.

“No, not today.”, his wife giggled in response.

You tried not to cock an eyebrow or let them know you heard anything. It wasn’t your place or your business to understand. Count Razumovsky was one of Paul’s closest friends. Why was her friend asking if she had seen him today? It was early morning and she should have been asleep all night long.

“You’ll have to read the latest one.”, Wilhelmina smirked as she patted her drawer.

The one she always kept locked under key.

“Tonight after the party.”, her friend smiled.

Wilhelmina agreed.

She eyed herself in the mirror, twirling in her blue dress, admiring and doting on herself. All palace personnel did not attend parties. She had rouge on her cheeks, hair perfectly curled and up. Yours was back in a bun, trying to prevent pieces from falling down. You barely could keep eyes on her. You’d felt this way ever since she and Paul had married just months before.

“Oh Y/N, you’re dismissed.”, she eyed you.

You nodded easily before opening her door and slipping out, closing it quickly behind you. You tried to catch your breath, trying to come to terms with the information you were given. The sun shined through the big windows down the corridor, momentarily distracting you. The sky was a pale blue, snow falling lightly. You were quickly taken aback when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N.”

You shot up to find a familiar but unforgiving face staring you down. Paul. He had that obnoxious wig on along with a red and blue outfit, you were sure to compliment Wilhelmina’s dress. His brown eyes stared into yours, the slight rouge on his cheeks bringing out his eyes.

“Yes, your highness?”

He rolled his eyes incredulously. “Do you know what’s keeping my wife?”

Wife. That word stung you slightly. You did, but you couldn’t tell him so. She was too busy bragging about Razumovsky and the letter you assumed she had written him or received from him. All you could do was stare at him for a moment, his lips almost curving into a frown when you gave him no answer. The shouting and foot stomping was sure to follow.

“I’m not sure, your majesty.”, you shrugged lightly before looking back up at him.

His eyes narrowed. “Is she dressed?”

“Yes, sir.”

He rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “So, what is it then?”

“Again, I’m not sure, sir. It’s not really my business to become involved in your personal matters.”

Paul scoffed quickly before laughing sarcastically. “You didn’t mind being involved in my personal matters before I married, Y/N.”

Your eyes closed, feeling a pang in your chest. You knew exactly what he was referring to and you had tried your best to forget it—calling it off as soon as his engagement dinner was thrown. It had caught you by surprise and he gave you no indication he was to be married. It was stupid that you had even got involved with him in the first place because you knew you would not be able to marry him or have it go any further. You were not someone who would be able to be involved with the future emperor of Russia. You both were young when you became involved with one another, seventeen and eighteen. Paul was older than you just by a few months if you remember what your mom said. He was now twenty-one and you were twenty.

“Paul, please.”, you eyed up to him, pleading with your eyes.

He scoffed slightly. “I mean you didn’t mind being in my room every night—legs folded up and screaming my name as I fucked myself into you senselessly.”

You closed your eyes, his words visibly affecting you.

He eyed you, not breaking his stare. His eyes were like daggers, stabbing into you.

“Paul, that was then and this is now. You’re married now. And besides, your mother desperately is pushing you for an heir. I can’t stand in the way of that.”

He laughed again. “So what? I had no intention of breaking things off with you.”

Your heart felt a glimmer of hope, but your mind quickly shot it down.

“I just can’t be the other woman. Your mother would be furious if she found out we were sleeping together. I’d lose my job, my mother would be ashamed.”

Paul rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Ashamed her daughter was beautiful enough to catch the eye of the Prince?”

You didn’t respond, rubbing your arms nervously.

“Besides, my mother has had countless affairs.”

All you could think about was the fallout that would ensue if anyone had found out about your and Paul’s affair. You knew when his marriage was announced it was best for you to break things off. You all had never truly resolved those feelings. You preferred to ignore him, however, he was making that hard to accomplish.

“Can you not just sneak off later tonight after the party?”, he asked, visibly aggravated and clearly wanting to try and talk to you.

“I have to take care of your wife.”, you didn’t meet his glance.

“Are you denying the future emperor of Russia?”, he asked, tauntingly.

Your eyes met his. “No.”

He was joking with you, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ll call for you.”, he offered as he grabbed your arm, meeting your glance. His touch was so foreign, unexpected.

“Yes, sir.”

He smirked before letting your arm go just in time, his wife’s chamber doors opening, her eyeing both of you.

“Y/N, I thought I dismissed you.”

“I asked her to fix my sash since you were nowhere to be found.”, Paul covered quickly, snapping at Wilhemina, causing her to leave you alone.

With that, you walked quickly away from both of them. Your stomach was doing somersaults, that being the first real encounter you had with Paul since you broke off your affair. Sure, he would steal your glances at the time, causing your stomach to twist. His wife, Wilhelmina caught him, asking him what he was staring at. It had happened several times that you were aware of.

“Tough morning?”, Maria asked, eyeing you.

You nodded. “I had the pleasure of dealing with Prince Paul briefly.”

Maria’s eyes widened, nodding. “I’d say so, then.”

Maria was around your age, two years younger than you. You yawned easily as you leaned up against the wall, making sure no one was around. You’d be reprimanded for acting lazy.

“Didn’t sleep well?”

You shook your head. Most nights you didn’t sleep well. Your mind was too busy thinking about Paul and your little love affair with him. You were sure to him it didn’t mean anything. Just a way for him to get back at his mother. If anything, you were a conquest to him. Just because you were something he couldn’t have. It was foolish of you to think you somehow meant more to him. He was good—excellent with words. Very eloquent. It was shocking Paul didn’t find a wife on his own. You were enamored with him.

How could you be enamored with a man like Paul? He had a rough, outside shell but deep down inside, he was fragile. Paul could have been honest with you about his impending marriage. That’s what made you so frustrated and angry with him. You were hurt, wounded at the time. Part of you had realized you had no future with him. It was impossible. But part of you wanted, craved a future with him, and hoped by some miracle it would pan out. Why didn’t he tell you?

When Paul didn’t get his way, he became very furious and unable to soothe just like a child. You imagined that came from his childhood. He was eight years old when his father died. You remembered the news of Peter III’s death. Paul was too young to succeed this father at the time. So who did? His mother, Catherine, of course. She was too busy governing Russia to raise her son like a normal mother. They were not a normal family.

“Well, we get through today and we will surely rest well tonight.”, Maria smiled, her optimism shining through.

She was very optimistic—almost too much for her own good. You were once like that, however, you were foolish and naïve. After Paul married, your optimism went away for good. Your mother noticed the change in you, asking what was wrong but you denied her each time, never telling her you and Paul had anything going on. She would have been taken aback, telling you that you put your and her jobs in jeopardy.

You didn’t mind jumping in and helping as long as Wilhelmina didn’t need you directly for any personal matters.

“Breakfast service is coming up.”, Maria sighed.

You nodded. “Let’s get to it, then.”

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Breakfast went on as usual. Catherine brags about her latest plans, them falling on practically deaf ears. Paul couldn’t have acted as if he cared less. Wilhelmina stirred in her food, seeming completely distracted. Maria eyed you easily. You eyed her back, waiting for something to do. You all could feel the tension in the air. Paul asked for a refill, shaking his glass at you.

If he was pretending to be a dick, he was doing a great job.

You grabbed the pitcher easily, giving Maria a last look before walking over to the table. You smiled easily as you tipped the pitcher over, filling his glass, careful not to make a mess. His brown eyes stared into yours, causing you to gulp easily.

“Anything else I can do for you, your highness?”, you asked.

“No, thank you.”, he took a sip of his drink.

His eyes once again were on you too long for his wife’s liking.

“Paul, why are you staring at her?”, you heard her ask him in a whisper.

His mother’s eyes widened at his wife’s words, her lips curving into a smile. One you had seen quite a few times before. She often liked seeing Paul’s life be full of hardship and frustration.

“Staring at whom?”, he asked, his eyes moving back to her.

You felt your cheeks become red and you walked back to Maria, sitting the pitcher down. You wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear but you couldn’t leave until you were dismissed. You would be reprimanded and considered rude if you did. You watched Wilhelmina and Paul’s expressions. She was furrowing her brow, whispering to him hatefully. He did the same back to her, throwing his hands in the air.

Suddenly, he scooted his chair in.

“I refuse to be embarrassed by my own wife!”, he shouted, slinging his glass and breaking it against the wall behind him, eliciting a gasp from the table.

“You’re all dismissed. Get out of here!”, he shouted, eyeing all of you.

His face was blood red, the rouge disappearing. You had seen this look before. He had acted out the day after you broke off the affair. You knew why he was angry. He would give you looks that could kill, criticizing you on any task you did for him. His mom got onto him for being so rough on you, surprisingly. She asked him what problem he had with you. He just scoffed at her and stomped away after throwing a vase and breaking it, one of his many temper tantrums.

She apologized to you on her son’s behalf, stating she had no idea why he was in such a terrible mood, considering she had found him a beautiful wife. You smiled weakly, hearing the words make you realize it was all that much more real. You accepted her apology before exiting the room, going to cry privately.

You wasted no time gathering yourself and Maria and leaving the room, fleeing to the kitchen with her.

“Does he do this often?”, she asked, visibly shaken by the events at breakfast.

“Yes.”, you admitted as you put away the dishes, opening the cupboards and placing them in their correct place.

You needed a distraction, anything to keep your mind occupied. Your hands were slightly shaking.

You didn’t meet her glance. You continued to sort dishes, putting them away.

“Why?”, she asked.

You looked back at her, stopping in your tracks. “No clue, daddy issues?”, you suggested with a small giggle.

Maria giggled back, before coming closer to you.

“I saw him staring at you. You caused the fight between him and his wife at breakfast.”, she whispered.

You dropped a dish, breaking it. “Shit.”, you cursed.

This completely caught you off guard. You always hoped no one else would notice or even suspect anything Eyes were on you as you grabbed a broom and dustpan, cleaning it up. Maria was still watching you with a smirk.

“I don’t think so.”, you whispered back to her.

Maria smirked. “Really?”

“Really.”, you eyed her seriously as you tossed the broken glass away.

She smirked. “He doesn’t stare at any other woman like that. Not even his wife.”

You shushed her quietly as she continued to giggle. “Maria, don’t say that. It’s not true.”, you insisted.

You prayed you didn’t sound too eager to dismiss her assumption. You were afraid you’d give off an indication you knew it was true. You knew deep down inside her words were true, but it was surreal that someone else noticed it. Part of you had thought it was you being naïve and hopeful that he stared at you that much, that he missed what he once had. It was hard to ignore him, but you had to for the sake of your mental and emotional well-being.

However, tonight that would be all blown to smithereens. You just knew it would.

“Look, Y/N, you can’t help he stares at you like that.”, she smirked as she passed through the double doors of the kitchen, glancing back at you.

You sighed at her words, dreading facing his wife once more before the party.

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When getting Wilhelmina dressed for the party, she barely spoke to you. You cleared your throat as you finished helping her get dressed, this time she was wearing a wine color. It was the big party right before Christmas. A huge social event for the royals. She dismissed you and you felt relieved as you left her chambers. It was time to help prepare for the party.

The sun went down quickly, and you and the rest of the staff lighting candles to illuminate the ballroom. It was a big ordeal and everything had to go perfectly or the Empress would be infuriated, taking it out on you all. You silently wondered where Paul got it from. The royals began to enter and the band was top volume. You saw Catherine enter with her new flavor of the month, General Potemkin.

He had come back from the war after Catherine wrote him, pleading him to come back or so you’d heard through gossip. You weren’t sure but it sounded fairly accurate. Not far behind were Paul and Wilhelmina as well as Count Razumovsky. You saw her eyes on Razumovsky, sure he said something to stifle a laugh from her. Paul looked displeased with how much attention she was paying to him as they entered the party.

Your heart skipped a beat as he entered the room, the staff bowing to him and his mother. You did the same, his glance meeting yours. He went and talked to others as you served wine and champagne to the guests. He kept glancing at you, making you feel nervous. After the party, you’d help his wife get ready for bed and then you’d be free—until you were called on. Most often, you were left alone through the night even though you weren’t able to sleep, your mind reeling.

“Um some wine please for Count Razumovsky and I?”, his wife called as she shook her empty glass at you.

Paul was busy speaking with his mother, presumably arguing with her.

You wasted no time in grabbing the bottle of wine and going over to her and Razumovsky. You smiled easily and began pouring the wine. His wife eyed you, studying you. You felt like a bug under a microscope, imagining every possible imperfection you could have had—your dress, your hair, minimal make-up. You were going to do your best to not let her see you struggling.

“Thank you. That’s all for now.”, she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Yes, your highness.”, you nodded.

You had time to really get a good look at Razumovsky and he was not at all attractive. No comparison to Paul in your opinion. You cleared your throat returning to your spot in the ballroom. Paul looked frustrated after finishing his conversation with his mother—one you sure he would recount for you later tonight. The thought gave you butterflies. It had been so long since you had spent time with Paul.

The party seemed to go well. It was nearing the end of the evening and the Empress requested a boastful, loud Russian song to be played by the band. It started slow, a true Russian waltz. You eyed the Empress, beginning to dance with Potemkin, encouraging everyone else to join in. Maria came closer to you, feeling confident they weren’t much worried about wine or food now. Potemkin took Catherine by the hand, beginning to waltz with her.

This seemed to displease most of the other men—jealousy you presumed. Your eyes immediately panned to Paul who offered for Wilhelmina’s hand to dance. Part of it infuriated you but you understood—appearances had to be kept. She took it and they began waltzing, the entire room doing it like clockwork.

“Looks fun.”, Maria eyed them.

“Mhmm.”, you agreed.

Paul eyed you each time you came into his view, you just offered him a small smile. In a few hours, you’d be in his room once again. Just like old times. You weren’t sure if you felt prepared, but you’d have to be.

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The party had winded down, most everyone working together quickly to dissemble what you all had worked so hard to assemble in the first place. Your duty was to go back to Wilhelmina’s chambers and help her prepare for bed. You once again knocked on her door.

“Come in.”, she called.

You opened her door, entering the room. You curtsied to her once more before coming behind her.

“Nice party, wasn’t it?”, she asked you quietly.

You hadn’t expected her to talk to you. Especially after breakfast.

“Yes, very lovely.”, you agreed, beginning to undo her dress.

She sighed, something visibly on her mind. You weren’t going to poke or prod. Once again, it was none of your business when it came to their marriage or their extra-marital affairs—except if you became involved with Paul again. She didn’t say much more to you, just making small talk as you helped her prepare for bed. A knock came on her door. She invited the person in.

It was her same friend from earlier. You were almost done. All you had to do was organize her dresses back before you left and you’d be free for the night.

“I saw Count Razumovsky.”, her friend teased.

You pretended not to hear anything, continuing to organize her dresses and brush the fabric with your hands to make sure there were no rips or imperfections.

“Indeed, something else, isn’t he?”, Wilhelmina laughed.

“Very nice. He compliments you much more than that husband of yours.”, her friend giggled.

Your eyes widened as you organized her shoes back to how they were.

“You think so?”, you heard the smile in her voice.

Your assumption was proved almost at that moment. You finished organizing her dresses and shoes before turning around.

“You’re dismissed for the night, Y/N. Thank you.”, his wife eyed almost as if she dared you to mention this to anyone.

You nodded and bowed. “Thank you, your highness.”

You quickly grabbed the door handle.

“Now, show me the latest letter.”, her friend giggled excitedly.

You closed the door behind you, moving away from her door quickly. You looked over your shoulder, to make sure no one else was around—especially not Paul. Your chest heaved as you walked back down the corridor, dimly lit with candles. Your steps echoed down the long hallway. Snow was falling outside, Russian winters were always most brutal and unforgiving. In a month, you’d be able to visit your mom and dad. You were excited and missed them desperately.

“Miss Y/N?”, the maid’s boss, Larisa eyed you.

“Yes?”, you asked, pushing down a gulp.

“Prince Paul requests your services. He request some wine and his pillows fluffed to his liking.”

You nodded. Could he really not fluff his own damn pillows? Was he that much of a drama queen? This was the moment of truth. Maria eyed you widely and you gave her a glance, telling her not to go there. However, she still wore a smirk. You grabbed the bottle of wine and a glass from the kitchen, and Maria came over to you.

“Prince Paul wants you?”, she asked.

“I’m sure I’m the only one he’s not completely alienated or perhaps the only one not busy.”, you ignored her, gathering a serving tray.

“I’m not busy.”, Maria stated.

“You mostly help the Empress.”, you responded. “They’re breaking you in with her.”

Maria sighed. “I still think he fancies you.”

You came back up, sitting the tray on the counter before placing the bottle of Paul’s favorite wine and the single glass on the tray. “Maria, you’ve got to stop saying that.”, you shushed her.

“Just stating the obvious.”, she sighed.

“I’ll be back. Wish me luck.”, you sighed as you grabbed the tray, balancing it perfectly as you sat off down the same familiar corridor, except you took a right instead of left to go to Paul’s chambers. Your heart began to beat faster as you neared his door. The same familiar feeling coming back to you as if you had just done this yesterday. But in reality, it had been seventeen months. You kept track of such.

You took a deep breath, clearing your throat before removing one hand from underneath the tray, careful to keep the balance. Bringing your hand up to the door, the nerves really began to sit in. Your hand was shaking as you knocked on his door, almost praying there would be no answer.

“Come in.”, his voice was sharp, assertive.

You took the same shaking hand and opened the door knob, him coming into view. He was sitting on his bed, that obnoxious wig was gone and the makeup removed from his face, leaving his natural form.

“Your wine, sir.”, you eyed him as you sat it down on the table near his bed.

He nodded. “Thank you.”

You popped the cork on the wine, before grabbing his glass and pouring the wine, leaving it on the tray for him.

“Anything else, your highness?”, you eyed him.

His eyes looked up at yours as he scoffed at your words. “Did you really think I just called you in here for wine?”

“No.”

“Then why ask me that?”, he stood up, grabbing the glass, taking a swig before inching closer to you.

You shrugged easily, feeling very vulnerable. “I don’t know.”

Paul nodded, taking another drink of his wine. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about you?”

You shook your head, having trouble meeting his eyes now that you were right in front of him.

“I’ve practically driven myself mad thinking about you. I don’t like admitting that stuff you know.”, he eyed you.

You nodded sheepishly.

“Are you not going to speak to me now? Was it my little show at breakfast?”, he asked.

Now that the moment was here, you were having an issue bringing yourself to face him and face the situation. It was the first time you could ask him questions. Part of you feared some of the answers.

“No.”, you stared down at the floor.

“Look at me, then.”, Paul grabbed your chin, tilting it to view him. Your face was just mere inches from his, his touch sending chills down your spine.

The fireplace was warm in his chambers, much warmer than your room. You took a deep sigh, looking into his brown eyes. The fire burning almost just as high as both of your desire for one another. You almost mewled under his touch but refused to be swayed so easily. He had hurt you—done damage to you and part of you wondered if he could undo it. You’d never know until you gave it a try.

“Paul, maybe this was—a mistake.”, you choked out, trying to blink back the impending tears forming in your eyes.

His eyes changed from concern and care to confusion. “A mistake?”

“I’ve just been thinking….”, you trailed off.

“About?”

“What if someone finds out about us? I saw how mad she got when you were staring at breakfast.”, you eyed him.

“Did it appear that I gave a fuck? Who would find out? We can keep a good secret.”

A secret. The word made your heart drop. It was hard loving Paul in secret. You’d done it before. Were you going to do it again? You were so unsure of yourself.

“A secret.”, you smiled, it quickly turning into a frown.

Paul sighed, visibly seeing his response was not one you wanted to hear.

“We were a secret for a long time, Paul. But I was apparently not important enough to be informed of your engagement.”, a hint of venom in your tone.

All of your emotions were finally allowed to come to a head, and you finally being able to express them to someone. You had held everything in up to this point minus the countless nights you cried alone. Paul eyed you, his eyes narrowing. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, rethinking his words wisely.

“It wasn’t like that.”, he breathed.

“Really? So the first news I received of it was your engagement dinner?”, you asked, crossing your arms, turning away from him.

The tension was thick in the air. You looked out the window from his bedroom, the snow falling thicker now. You could see it beginning to lay on the ground.

“I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t sure how to tell you. It wasn’t like it was my decision to get married!”, he defended, raising his voice.

You turned to view him. “Why did you, then?”

“My mother insisted. You know how she is. In case you don’t, ask your mother.”

“So you just fucked me until you were going to decide when it was the right time to tell me of your engagement?”

Paul curved his fist, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, doing his best not to blow up. Especially at you. His entire life was frustrating and it was growing impossible to continue to deal with it. His own wife was ignoring him. His mother treated him like a child when he was clearly old enough to be on the council. He was visibly frustrated, wanting to burst at the seams.

“No, I wanted to continue things with you.”, he resolved, opening his fist and ungritting his teeth.

You sighed. “I broke it off for the both of us.”

Paul laughed sarcastically, taking another drink of his wine. “For the both of us to be miserable?”

“No, to protect your marriage and protect my parents.”, you responded.

He went over and sat down on his bed. “My marriage is a facade or so my mother tells me.”

You quietly walked over to his bed, taking a seat beside him. “Why do you say that?”

He took the last sip of his wine, sitting the glass back down on the silver tray before looking up at you. “Tell me something and be honest with me.”

You nodded, encouraging him to go on. “Yes?”

“What really kept Wilhelmina this morning? I’m sure it wasn’t because she was innocently gossiping with her friend Anastasia.”, he eyed you.

A sigh escaped you. “If she finds out I’ve told you—”

“She won’t. I promise.”, he took your hand easily.

You looked down, eyeing his hand in yours. Your watery eyes looked back up at Paul’s. You could just imagine what your mother would say about this scandalous act you were committing.

“Um, well your friend, Count Razumovsky was mentioned.”, you were easing him in.

His eyes widened. “Razumovsky?”, he repeated.

You nodded. “And there were mentions of letters….somewhere in a drawer she keeps locked. I’m not sure if she writes him or he writes her. Maybe both.”

Paul appeared to be a little genuinely surprised by the bombshell you had just dropped.

“Mother was right.”

He rubbed his face with his free hand, his jaw ticking with anger. You could just see the rage building inside of him.

“I’m sorry, Paul.”

He looked up at you before laughing hysterically. “Sorry for what? Exposing my whore of a wife, don’t worry. The only horrid thing is I owe my mother an apology.”

You both sat in silence for a moment. His other hand is still in yours.

“I know it still must be hard.”

Paul sneered easily. “No, hard was being deprived of this—of you.”

His words caused butterflies in your stomach. Your brain hardly had time to process his words before he raised your chin without warning, kissing you deeply. You had missed his touch—his kisses more than anything. You melted into the kiss with him, resting an arm back on his bed to keep yourself from falling back onto his bed, feeling weak.

“Paul-”, you interjected through a kiss.

“Hm?”, he hummed in your mouth.

“Should-we-really-do-this—again?”, you asked in-between kisses.

“An eye for an eye seems fair to me.”, he spoke before his lips met yours again.

Your arm finally gave out, Paul noticing and seizing the opportunity. Your kiss was broken, falling back onto his bed—the softest sheets you’d ever felt in your entire life. Paul climbed on top of you, towering over you. You felt his breath on your face as he began placing kisses on your cheeks, trailing down your chin and neck before reaching your chest. You had missed this so badly.

Even though the room was warm and toasty, goosebumps still appeared on your delicate, sensitive skin.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, yes?”, he whispered against your skin before he placed a kiss, sending chills up your spine.

You nodded as you sat back up, Paul beginning to unbutton the back of your dress, revealing your corset. You reached behind your back easily, loosening the ribbon holding it together, keeping eye contact with him, a smirk playing off your lips. He smirked back, realizing you wanted this as much if not more than he did. Your dress and corset fell to the floor, leaving you exposed. You took your hair down easily. Paul’s eyes widened.

“I think your breasts have gotten fuller.”, he commented.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well, perhaps. It’s only been seventeen months. Maybe you’ve just forgotten them.”

He smirked, coming over to you, cupping one of your breasts in his hands, causing a slight moan out of you. “Believe me, I’ve not forgotten.”

His words caused a smile to spread across your lips. He took his fingers, dragging them across your nipple, and began to twist it, causing you to mewl under his touch with a moan. A smirk spread across his lips. He knew then and there that he still had you under his spell to a degree. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft exhale. He looked down at you, smirking. It made your stomach turn, a hot feeling pooling deep down inside.

“Paul….”, you sighed.

“Tired of being teased? Beg the future Emperor of Russia to fuck you.”

Desire burned in his dark, brown eyes. You swallowed a gulp, looking up at him. He didn’t break his stare. It ignited something in you—you all in this compromising position.

“Your majesty, please fuck me.”

Majesty would be how Paul would be referred to once he ascended to the throne, becoming the Emperor of Russia. You could tell this stroked his ego.

The words rolled off your tongue like honey. Paul smiled, shedding the minimal amount of clothes he was wearing, clearly preparing for bed. You bit your lip as you watched his member spring free. He was fully nude standing in front of you. He smiled smugly as he took his cock in his hands, beginning to stroke it, clearly teasing you. Your had your legs pulled up, waiting for him to do what you were begging him to do.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he stroked himself a few times, letting out a few moans.

“You—know—still—doesn’t feel as good as when I’m inside of you.”, he commented, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.

“Really?”, you asked sheepishly.

He nodded before easily gripping your thighs, parting them, preparing you for him. “Yes.”

You felt him brush his member against your entrance, running it up and down your aching clit.

“Paul.”

“Ask correctly.”, Paul commanded before lifting his hand up before it made a sharp, stinging contact with your hip, causing you to yelp.

“Your majesty, please fuck me.”, you begged, your breathing hitched.

He smirked. “Do you know what an honor it is to have the future Emperor of Russia fuck you?”

You nodded. “Yes, your majesty.”

He hummed in satisfaction as he ran his cock against your clit once more, causing you to mewl under his touch. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“My mother would fall over dead if she heard you say that.”

You smirked easily, holding your breath slightly, waiting for him to give in and fuck you. He teased you two more times before finally granting your wish—what you had been begging him for. He took himself in his hands, giving his cock a final stroke before shoving himself deep inside of you. You moaned loudly in response, missing this feeling of being full with him.

“Did you miss it?”, he smirked.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He began thrusting himself into you, his pace nice and steady. He steadied himself, sinking his fingertips in the skin on your thigh. You wrapped your legs lazily around his waist, him working himself deep inside of you, managing to hit the right places, gaining moans from you with each thrust. Paul could see your face becoming flushed.

“Paul…..”

“Yes?”

“I’m getting—close.”, you moaned, closing your eyes,

You just knew this was stroking his ego. “Cum for me. Cum for the future Emperor of Russia.”, he groaned, continuing to fuck himself into you.

You felt yourself reaching your climax, the feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach. It was an ache you would never forget. Your toes began to curl a tail-tale sign your impending orgasm was near.

“Paul—”

“Cum for me.”, he growled.

That final sentence was all it took to send you over the edge.

“I’m cum-cumming now.”, you hiccuped, gripping his bedsheets.

He smirked as your Venus’s honeypot tightened around him, the walls squeezing his cock. Your legs tightened around him, a final moan escaping your lips. He groaned, closing his eyes but he continued to fuck himself into you.

“My turn.”, he groaned.

You lay on his bed, hair sprawled out on his sheets, feeling your eyes growing heavy. He could see you were already fucked out and he loved it—it gave him a sense of power. His thrusts became faster and deeper, more sensitive than before since you reached your climax. You gave small whimpers with each thrust. His breathing was hitching with each thrust, a sign he was coming close to a release. You both knew each other all too well.

“I’m gonna cum—are you ready?”, he asked, groaning.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”, he groaned.

“Yes, your majesty.”

Those words must have sent him over the edge. His hips stuttered, ceasing his thrusts immediately. His chest was heaving as you felt his cock pump his release into you. He stayed like that until he was satisfied he was finished before pulling out of you, causing a whimper to escape your lips at the loss of contact. He sighed as he fell on the bed beside you.

“Did you enjoy that?”, he asked looking at you.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled as he took you into his arms. The contact shocked you but you allowed him to do it, realizing you were becoming wrapped back into this affair with him. You watched Paul’s expression easily, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Paul, I’ve got to go.”, you sat up easily.

“You can’t stay for a little while? Take a small nap with me?”, he sighed, visibly annoyed at the loss of you in his arms.

“Morning will be here soon. And I absolutely can’t be caught in your chambers.”

He sighed as he watched you stand up, visibly weak in the knees and trying to grab your clothes. You made quick work of it, getting them back on almost as fast as Paul took them off. He pulled his sheets around him before he sat up in the bed, watching you.

“Tomorrow night?”, he asked.

You looked back at him, smirking. “Tomorrow.”

#prince paul #prince paul x reader #catherine the great #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #joseph x reader #joseph quinn character #prince paul x fem reader

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Thirsty

Pairing: Austin Theory x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Choking, Degradation, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise, Protected Sex, and Quickie. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2438

Summary: When sunbathing outside, your brothers best friend, Austin, thinks it's a good idea to cannon ball in the pool, splashing water all over you and when you cry to your Dad, he is forced to help you clean up.

A/N: Austin is your Brothers Best Friend in this story. Hope You Enjoy!

The sun was beautiful outside when you woke up, and the weather was just as perfect.

You instantly made plans to get a tan, slipping your bikini on and going outside. You made your spot on a lounge chair, letting the sun soak up your body.

The door opened in your home with it being your brother and his friend Austin. "Alright man, I'm gonna go pick up my Mom from work. Dad's been planning a surprise party for her, so my Dad is here and Y/n's probably at the pool, since 'It's a good day outside.'" Grayson said, imitating your voice at the end.

Austin chuckled, watching as his friend left the house and back into his car. He then made his way towards the backdoor, seeing you laying on the lounge chair.

He snuck up behind you, slowly tip-toeing until he got right behind you. "BOO!" You let out a scream, jumping out your chair, turning around only to see Austin. He was cackling up a storm at your reaction.

A frown came to your face as you put together that it was him who scared you. "You asshole! You scared me!" You yelled at him angrily. Austin wiped a tear away from his eye. "Oh man, and it was funny too!"

Your frown was permanent on your face. "I'm gonna tell my Dad, and we'll see who's laughing then." Austin rolled his eyes, sucking his teeth. "Of course you will." You cocked an eyebrow.

What did he mean by that?

"Well, my throat is kinda parched. Go be useful for once and fetch me a lemonade from the fridge." Austin jerked back a little, looking shocked at your demanding order.

He was gonna say something snarky, but if he had to deal with your Dad. He would never hear the end of it from you. "Fine. Bitch." He whispered the last word on his way to the fridge.

Who do you think you are, demanding him around when he's the guest? An idea came to his mind as he grabbed the pitcher and poured lemonade in a glass cup with ice. You're thirsty? He's gonna make sure your whole body is hydrated.

He came back out with the lemonade, handing it to you. "Here you go, my majesty." He joked, taking a bow. You snatched the glass out his hand, taking a long sip. "Thank you peasant, now run along."

Austin turned around, only going into the living room. He stripped from his shirt and pants, only leaving him in his boxers. Once again, he crept around with slow steps, watching you look up at the sun.

It was all quiet until he ran full speed, yelling, "Cannon ball!" You didn't have enough time to react and then you felt it. The cold water, splashing all over you. It felt like a bucket of water was literally dumped on you.

You gasped for air as you quickly sat up, wiping water from your eyes. "You did not." You said in an angry, but calm tone. Austin smiled as he got out of the pool. "I just did."

You opened your eyes, throwing him the most hateful look. "I can't believe you just did that!" Austin laughed, reaching to rub your shoulder soothingly.

"I was looking out for you. I thought you were thirsty since your body was sitting out in the sun all day." You shrugged his hand off your shoulder, an annoyed groan coming out your mouth. "Dad!" You yelled, stomping into the house.

Austin's eyes grew big as he watched you make your way towards the door. He rushed into action, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you into his chest. "Dad- mmm-"

Your voice got muffled as his hand came to your mouth to quiet you down. "Shh, please don't call him." You then bit his hand, earning a cry from him. "Ow! W-Why’d you do that?" He asked, looking down at his hand that began to turn red from your bite mark.

"You had your hand on my mouth! Why are you trying to stop me? I told you earlier that I would call my Dad. Did you think I was joking?" Austin let out a sigh, his head hanging low. "Alright, look I'm sorry, just don't call your Dad. He's gonna yell at me home, and then Grayson gonna be in my ass, and I'll be bored as fuck."

Now it was your turn to smirk. Now all of a sudden, the cocky Austin Theory was begging you not to call your Dad because he didn't want to get in trouble.

"Okay, I won't call my Dad, but on only one condition." Austin groaned, knowing that 'but' was coming. "You have to do everything I say for the rest of the day."

Austin rolled his eyes, knowing you were gonna say something like that. "You always wanna be in control, huh?" You giggled, picking up your sunglasses, and sitting back down in your lounge chair.

"Sure, now go fetch me some grapes, and feed them to me." Austin stood there, looking down at you in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He asked.

You pulled your sunglasses down, peeking at him from over the lenses. "Did I stutter? Now go, peasant!" Austin went back inside, going to the kitchen and getting some grapes before coming back out.

He picked up some grapes and held them up to your mouth. One by one, you ate each grape, a satisfied hum coming from you. "I'm done with those, get me my lemonade." Austin put the bag down on the table and gave you your lemonade.

You took small sips before handing it back to him. You sigh, sitting up in the chair. "I think I wanna take a dip." You stood up and walked to the pool. Austin watched you like a hawk as you slowly stepped in the water.

The bathing suit hugged your body just right. You looked really good and it took everything in him to not pounce on you, but he can't. You're his best friend's sister.

Austin tried to get in the pool with you, but you stopped him. "Uh, no sir, you're not allowed to get in. You better sit on the floor, and watch me swim." Austin didn't even try to argue this time as he took a seat on the hot floor.

He had to watch you swim for 20 minutes, eyes not leaving your body. It was then you finally got out, water dripping from your body.

You fixed your top as it started coming up in the water and Austin had to sniffle a groan. You walked right past him and into the living room. "Come on!" You called out and Austin got up to follow you into the house.

You ended up in the laundry room, hands on your hips as Austin looked at you, not knowing what to do. "Well?" Austin cocked an eyebrow. "Take this wet stuff off me, and put it in the machine." Austin gulped, looking at you.

Like said before, you're his best friend's sister. This is very appropriate and he doesn't think he'll be able to control himself if he sees you naked. It doesn't help that he's still in his boxers from earlier.

"Turn around." He ordered. He reached up and pulled the tied knot in your bikini top and it fell down. He then went for your bottoms, pulling at the knots on each side.

Now you were fully naked, but back still turned to him. "Get my clothes and put them in the machine, and then go upstairs and fetch-" Austin cut you off. He was done. "Y'know what, no! I'm tired of doing this and it's only been an hour, there's no way I'm gonna survive this for a whole day." You turned around to face him, breast swaying at your movement.

Austin's eyes were wide and trained on you. He tried so hard not to look down. He really did, but his eyes looked down at your breast and back up at you. That's when a smirk came to your face. "Oh, I see. You're distracted aren't you?" You chuckled.

"How about this? If you fuck me right here, right now, you can stop being my peasant, if not, I'll tell my Dad everything you did." Austin thought real hard and long about this deal. It was a win-win for him, but it's so wrong. You're his best friend's sister, that's all he could think about.

Something in him told himself to ignore that fact and he picked you up, setting you on top of the washing machine. You let out a surprised squeal, your hands cupping his cheeks. "I knew you wanted to-" Your sentence was cut off by Austin's lips roughly smacking on yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Austin pulled back with a groan from the taste of you. Your lips were so sweet and he bet you tasted even sweeter.

Which is why he pulled your legs apart and ran his hand down your heat. "Fuck, you're so wet.” You whined at his touch, bucking your hips into his hand.

Austin chuckled at your needy reaction, a finger circling your entrance. "Can I?" You nodded, grabbing his wrist and pulling it closer. "Please." Austin slowly pushed his finger in, groaning at how tight you gripped his fingers.

"Oh fuck." You whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. Austin smirked, seeing your cunt suck up his finger and as he pulled it out, he could see the wetness drenching it. "God, you're so wet and I don't think it was from the pool."

Through your pleasurable expression, you gave him a glare which caused him to laugh. "I have a finger inside you and you're still giving me that glare." You wanted to argue back, call him names, or even threaten to call your Dad, but his finger, that damn finger was giving you pleasure.

His thumb came up and circled your clit, as his pace increased. Your legs clamped shut around his arm, a hand coming to your mouth. You couldn't be too loud. "Gotta stretch you out for me. Think you're ready now."

You whined when he pulled his finger out, sucking your juices off it with a hum. "Just as sweet as your lips taste." A blush came to your cheeks at his compliment.

He quickly pulled down his boxers, stroking himself while you reached over in the dirty clothes and searched through a pile of your Dad's jeans. You searched through his pockets and pulled out a condom.

Austin looked puzzled for a second. Were you planning this all along? "My Dad always forgets to check his pockets. And I know him and my Mom be fucking." You winked, Austin's eyes growing wide.

"Hey, they're only 38 and 40, whenever they can get some alone time is when they do it, and trust me, they have a lot of alone time." Austin chuckled, taking the condom out your hand and ripping it open with his teeth.

You watched as he rolled the condom in his cock, stroking it a couple of times. He then rubbed his tip against your entrance, teasing you. "Austin if you don't put it in I'm gonna-" You were cut off with a moan as his cock slowly pushed in you.

"What? You gonna tell your Dad?" Austin said in a teasing tone. He started off with slow thrusts, pushing his hips forward, watching as his cock disappeared inside you.

"You're so tight, and warm." He breathed out, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. "C'mere." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

He was now skin to skin with you and god did it feel good. Your warm body and cunt squeezing around him so nicely.

He fucked you in a slow rhythm, making sure you felt every vein in his cock. "Austin-" You mewled, arms wrapping around his neck. Austin's head went to your neck to muffle his moans, placing small pepper kisses on your flesh.

You even felt him nibble which caused you to whine. "Austin, don't leave any marks. My Dad will kill me." You cried out, but your protests went deaf in his ears. He was too deep and focused on you and your pussy.

He hasn't seen you with many men so it really shouldn't be surprising that you're this tight. "God I don't know how long I'm gonna last. You're- you're gripping my cock so hard- fuck!" Austin groaned as you clenched down on him once more.

Your nails were raking up his back as his hips increased their pace. A small clapping sound was heard in the room as the washing machine shook and it wasn't even on.

His hand then reached in between your connected bodies and played with your clit, rubbing and punching at the sensitive bud. "Oh my god!" You cried out, hands gripping his hair as you came. Austin grunted, his balls tightening up.

The sound of footsteps were missed in your hearing, but the knock on the door. "Sweetheart, you okay in there?" It was your Dad.

You felt Austin tense up as he gave you a look. "Answer him." He whispered quietly. "Uh, y-yeah. I just stubbed my toe and it hurt really badly." You mentally cursed yourself out in your head.

That was a bad excuse.

"Oh okay, I heard you yelling and I thought something was wrong. Anyways, let me get outta your hair." You heard your Dads footsteps walk away, making Austin's body finally relaxing.

Austin pulled out of you, pulling his boxers back up his legs. "That was too close. Imagine if he opened the door." Austin said, worry all in his tone. "Austin, calm down he wasn't gonna come in here." Austin nodded his head, taking a deep breath.

You were right. Your Dad was too busy focusing on planning your Moms party.

You picked up a shirt from the dirty pile, putting it on your body. "Grayson should be here soon. Go clean yourself up." Austin frowned at your words. Part of him was sad that you just let him fuck you and now you wanted him gone.

"Okay, I'll leave, but promise me one thing." You were silent waiting for him to continue. "Promise me the next time you get thirsty, you'll call me?"

At first you didn't understand what he meant by that, but thinking over the whole situation made you realize.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Multiverse Monday with pervy stepdad Hotch confronting his step daughter of like asking her about any boys she likes and she's embarrassed and red

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

"Sooo," Penelope's voice holds excitement you know spells doom for you, "Anything happening in Boy Town, Miss Y/N?"

"Boy town," You snort, "No, I, uh- I don't really meet a lot of people? I'm sort of just socially stagnant right now."

You hope it's a good enough cover up. The truth is, you haven't tried to meet anyone lately. In fact, you've probably gone out less in the months since your mom met Aaron than you ever have in your life. You're not sure if it's doing anything, and you're a little embarrassed to admit it to even yourself, but you're scared of losing whatever shot you might have with him, so you don't dare get involved with anyone else.

"Come on," Emily scoffs, "No one? No cute college boys in your classes? Not even a celebrity you've got a little crush on?"

"Even I have little celebrity crushes," JJ admits, and you chuckle at the way Will's eyes widen momentarily. You know what they'll be discussing later.

"I dunno," You shrug, picking at your nails, "It's just not a concern of mine right now, I guess. I'll find someone, eventually."

"You've found someone," Aaron murmurs, and all eyes turn to him, including your own slightly panicked ones.

"Oh? You know something, boss man?" Derek raises an eyebrow, and your heart begins to pound.

"I've heard you talking to your friends before," Aaron presses on, and you feel like you can't breathe suddenly, "You're at least interested in someone, whether he likes you back or not."

You know what he's heard. You're slightly lax about discussing your pathetically inappropriate crush in the confines of your room, voice slightly louder than you probably should be speaking with. But you always say his name in a hushed whisper, or use a code name. You aren't sure if you're praying for him to never have heard his own name, or to have heard it and want you back.

"Oooh!" Penelope squeals, "Tell me about this man!"

"There's nothing to tell!" You insist, and if you weren't sporting such a massive crush on him, you'd glare at Aaron, "And- and stop eavesdropping!"

"It's not eavesdropping if I can hear it from my room," Aaron laughs, "You need better whispering skills if you're trying to keep this a secret."

There's a few light chuckles from around the living room, but thankfully everyone seems to drop it. You're almost certain you'll be added to a group chat later with the ladies of the BAU to discuss your mystery man, but you're going to avoid any detail lest they figure out you're talking about their boss.

Even though conversation evolves, slowly moving away from your fiery cheeks and trembling breaths and towards Rossi's car troubles. Apparently he's insistent on fixing his own car, no matter how inexperienced he is in the craft. It's a pride thing, you're sure.

You're only half listening to the man drawl on about the different parts he's trying out, the tinkering he's been doing in his house's mansion's garage. You don't realize anything is out of the ordinary until you glance over at the clock on the wall and see Aaron staring at you below it. Your stomach flips as you meet his eyes, dark and firm. They're locked onto you, and he offers you a slight smile the more you hold his gaze. The longer you stare, the wider it gets, until the butterflies in your stomach are fit to burst and flutter around the room in a frenzy. You finally offer one back, turning away and suddenly much more interested in hearing Dave's spiel.

It's barely two minutes later when you chance another glance at the clock, and this time you don't need to look at Aaron to know he's staring, you can feel his gaze burning at the side of your head.

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kissthesungvf · 2 years

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Knock, Knock

jmk x f!reader

warnings: (18+) MINORS DNI!! | profanity | oral (f!receiving) | unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

word count: 3.1k

just a little bit of neighbor!josh for you ;)

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It was another quiet weekend, another Saturday at home, sun rays flooding through the gap of your curtains as you changed from the jeans you had worn during your morning errands, into a pair of, skimpy, yet comfortable lounge shorts. You made your way out of your room and towards your couch, letting out a sigh.

You had been headed down to the lobby to check your mail as you did every Saturday morning, when you had passed him in the hallway again.

His skin was glistening with sweat as he shot you a quick smile before disappearing into the elevator. He had recently starting going to the gym in your apartment complex more than usual, and it was beginning to show.

You shut your eyes, falling back onto your couch, thinking back on the curves of his biceps, and the way the damp material of his tank top clung to his toned torso.

Your thighs clenched together just thinking how nice it would be to run your nails along the back of his arms, what it would feel like lie beneath him.

Now he wasn't a stranger, he was your next door neighbor, and the cutest one you'd ever had at that. It started when he caught you struggling to carry boxes through your door the day you moved in, quickly offering a helping hand. Soo after that, he was frequently was knocking at your door, offering you leftovers of the various dishes his mom would send home with him anytime he would visit, or asking to borrow some random kitchen utensil, and eventually he would come over just to talk to you.

Only as of recent had your far from innocent thoughts of him began.

He was at your door late one night, clearly flustered and needing someone to talk to, so you invited him in as you always did, but this time had been different.

You worked him down from his heated state of mind, reassuring him that his professor simply didn't understand how creative his mind was and how the below average grade he had received didn't make him any less of of talented film maker. But seeing him so flustered set something off inside you that you couldn't shake, maybe it had been the way he clenched his jaw or how dark his brown eyes turned, but changed your perspective of him.

"Thank you, (y/n), sometimes you're the only one who understands " He had said to you, placing a hand on your thigh as he spoke, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin.

Your breath hitched as you nodded, struggling to get the words out to let him know you would always be around for him if he needed someone to talk to.

"You don't know how much I appreciate that, and I would gladly do the same for you. Goodnight (y/n)" He had smiled, squeezing your thigh ever so slightly before heading back to his own apartment.

After that night, you were left with an ache in your core. His presence, his smile, his laugh, the way he would lean against your door frame continuing to talk to you even though the real conversation ended ten minutes ago consumed you. You needed to feel him, taste him, just needed him ..just once.

A loud knock pulled you from your thoughts as you quickly sat up, readjusting yourself and appearance.

"Oh jesus, you scared me Josh!" You place your hand over your chest opening the door, realizing the familiar man leaning against your door frame, "you never knock that loud..I thought it was the landlord or something.."

"Well I had been knocking for about five minutes mama, what were you doing?" He smile mischievously, looking around as he lets himself in.

Your cheeks burn at the sound of the pet name he had gotten into the habit of calling you.

"Nothing really" you lie, closing the door watching as he makes himself comfortable on your couch, "just picking up a bit..never know when I'm going to have company around here.." You bite playfully, taking a seat at the near him on the couch.

"What are you here for anyways? Besides letting your wet hair drip all over my couch?" You laugh, noticing the droplets of water fall from his freshly washed curls.

"You know I have to let it air dry," He retorts, pointing at you "and I don't know..just came by to see how you were? Classes have been kicking my ass lately, haven't had the time to come bother you." He finishes, flashing you a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

"Well I'm doing about the same, minus missing your random appearances at my door." You smile back, deciding to see were your flirtatious attitude gets you.

"Oh yea?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

"Yea..it gets lonely around here.." You assure, pulling your knees up to your chest, and wrapping your arms around your knees. "All I have to keep me company, are the ten different assignments that are due next week." You joke.

"You don't ever go out? Surely you have no problem finding a guy who's dying to come home with you?" He pries playfully, throwing his arms over the back of your couch, a smug smile on his face.

"I do go out, thank you very much." You snip, letting your knees fall back to your side so that you can cross your arms over your chest. "It's just that the guys around here are just a bunch of assholes, and not to mention they suck at sex because they only ever care about getting themselves off..” you rant, “and my friends..well that’s all they go after, so it gets old quick.”

"Oh really?" He scoffs, "well I'm sorry you've had such a bad experience with 'the guys around here'.." he smiles, trying to contain a laugh, but failing.

"That is not what I meant Josh," You snip, "I am just basing my opinion off the two very unremarkable men I've been with since being here."

"Well, you can't group us all together." He says, smile fading as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes fixating on you.

"No?" You ask with an amused smile.

"Hm-mph, some just aren't as talented as others" he shrugs, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, only a portion of his teeth showing through.

You take in the sight of him, his white t shirt stretched up just enough due to his spread arms, that a sliver of his toned abdomen is exposed, and the ever so slight half chub and forming in his khaki joggers.

"Well then I guess I just haven't been lucky enough to know what you mean.." you say, trying to keep your front up, the heat growing between your thighs becoming harder to ignore by the second.

"C'mere." He says lowly, licking his lips quickly.

"What?" You nearly croak out, and your eyes wide.

"Come. Here." He reiterates, hardly sounding like himself, as he extends a hand out towards you.

You do as your told, wondering if your dirty fantasies are about to come true as you slowly crawl towards him until he pulls you into his lap.

You let out a few shaky breaths as he places his hands on your sides, his eyes roaming over your body.

"Josh..." you say quietly, still hesitant to fully situate yourself in his lap, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if this is actually happening or not.

"Relax, mama. Let me show you how you should be treated." He says thickly as he gently pulls down on your hips until you're fully sat on his lap.

You nearly moan at the feeling of his now prominent erection brushing against your clothed bundle of nerves.

"Yea?" He smiles at sound that’s escaped between your parted lips, noticing your half lidded eyes.

"Oh shut up.." You groan, looking away.

"C'mere" he says barely above a whisper as you feel his hand underneath your chin, gently guiding you to face him.

You think of something to say, but lose all train of thought the second he connects his lips to yours.

Like two puzzle pieces, your lips fit together as the kisses go from soft and sweet to hungry within seconds. Your hands find their way to his chest, gathering the material of his shirt in your fists as you feel his tongue slip into your mouth.

You stay like that for a bit, to caught up in the heavy make out session to realize how you had subconsciously began to slowly grind yourself onto him, causing him to lose his patience he was trying so hard to have with you.

He pulls away, and you whine at loss of feeling of his lips on yours, "Can we take this to your room? Although it would be hot to fuck you right here on your couch, I just think I should leave a better first impression.." He coyly suggests.

"Yea, we can" you answer with a smile glancing towards your open bedroom door, beginning to move off his lap until you feel his grip on you tighten.

"I got you, mama" He smiles as you take his hint, wrapping your hands around his neck, and legs around his torso as he begins to stand up.

"So this is why you've been hitting the gym so often lately, huh?" You joke placing a kiss just below his ear.

"We all train for something." He admits with a smirk, groaning at the feeling of your lips on his neck.

Before you know it, he’s laying you back on your bed, wasting no time shedding his shirt before crawling over you.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You ask quietly, his lips now taking a turn kissing along your neck.

"Mmhmm" he moans against your neck, his hands snaking underneath your shirt.

"I've thought about you like this before.." you half moan as his hand slips under the lacy material of your bralette, rubbing your nipple between the pad of his fingers, “being underneath you like this..” you choke out, the mixed sensation of his lips and his hands fogging your mind.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same." He admits bringing his face to meet yours, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, his hand leaving your breast, his fingers tracing down your side, causing goosebumps to erupt over your soft skin.

You try to hide your blush at his confession, sitting up to remove your own shirt, tossing it to the side as you let your head fall back onto the pillows.

"Can I get rid of these too?" He asks, hooking a finger into the waistband of your shorts, looking back up at you for confirmation.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding quickly and assisting him in slipping the article of clothing down your legs, kicking them off to god knows where. He quickly kicks his pants off right after, repositioning himself over you once again.

"God, (y/n) ...you look so fucking heavenly.." He swallows thickly, taking in every inch of you in as he hovers just above you.

"Well then it's a shame I'm probably about to go to hell for what we're about to do." You slyly smile, propping yourself up on you elbows, meeting his lips with yours.

"Then let's make it worth it, baby." He says against your mouth, wrapping a hand around your throat with a slightly tight grip.

You can only manage to get a moan out in agreement, your head in a frenzy over the feeling of him being so close.

His hand travels up your neck, until his thumb is pressed against your bottom lip, pulling it down ever so slightly.

"Be a good girl, and take this off hm?" He says in a sultry yet sweet tone referring to your bra, and you quickly do as he asks, propping yourself up, fumbling with the clasps out of excitement.

"Better?" You ask, laying back and placing a hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer.

"Much." He smiles against your lips, before fully capturing them in is, his free hand caressing your breast.

He positions his knee so that it rests against your soaked through underwear, grinning into the kisses as he takes note on just how eager you are for him.

"Is that all for me?" He asks glancing down your body.

"It's all your fault, if that's what your asking." You moan into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe as he pushes his knee closer to your heat, earning another, louder, moan from you.

"Bet it tastes so sweet, mama" he mumbles against your neck, slowly taking his time in placing his kisses lower and lower as you become more and more undone.

He spends a good amount of time paying just the right amount of attention to your breast leaving his mark as his teeth graze against the soft skin, and making sure to fully capture both of your nipples in his mouth, the motion of his tongue flicking over the sensitive buds causing you to cry out his name over and over.

You squirm underneath him as his lips finally find themselves just above your navel, his hands now palming your inner thighs.

Finally he moves a hand closer to where you want him the most, toying with the fabric of your underwear.

"Josh please.." you whine, shutting your eyes in anticipation.

"So impatient.." he whispers against the thin material, the feeling of his breath on your cunt causing your back to arch.

"Bet the other guys never took the time to care for you like this.." he says lowly, his thumb running straight down the middle of your soaked panties, "..did they, baby?"

"N-no.." you whimper, the pressure of his finger almost sending you over the edge.

"What a shame," he begins, hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear and in one swift movement, pulling them down before slowly dragging his tongue up your heat, "because you taste so fucking good." He finishes, keeping his eyes fixated on your cunt, his mouth slightly agape.

"Oh fuck!” You cry out as he adds a finger, continuing to lap up every last bit of you.

You gently take a fistful of his curls, watching as he adds another finger making sure not to break the contact his lips have on you.

With each pump of his fingers, and every lick you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your breaking point.

"I-I don't think I'm going to last much longer.." you struggle to find the words to say, his pace quickening, your vision becoming hazy.

"Cum for me then, baby" he coos eagerly watching as you come undone all over his fingers.

"God, you're a sight to see." He smirks, watching you come down from your high, chest heaving.

He takes his index and middle finger, running them up your cunt, coating them in you, then bringing them to your lips.

"Open up, wanna show you just how sweet you taste.." he says lowly, placing his fingers on your tongue as you close your mouth around them, sucking your cum off of them, making sure to keep eye contact with him as you do.

He moans as you suck his fingers clean, removing them once there's no trace of you left on them.

You bring your lips to his once again, lust completely taking over as they move in synch.

You sit up to return the favor as he finally slips his boxer off, but he gently pushes you back, cupping the side of your face with his hand, the other stroking his length, "That can wait for next time, mama. Need to feel you around me right now."

You throw your head back onto the pillow the second you felt his tip against your entrance. Your nails drag against the back of his arms with the first few half strokes, the anticipation of feeling all of him killing you.

Finally he fully sinks into you, hiking your left leg up as to get a better angle.

"Oh fuck Josh.." you groan, the sound of your hips snapping together beginning to fill the room along with your moans and his grunts.

"To think I've been missing out on this for what? A year now?" He says between pants, hitting the spot with each and every stroke.

"You should've just taken me in the hallway, the elevator..anywhere..I wouldn't have minded.."you respond, not caring at how fucked out you sound, digging your nails into his skin.

"Trust me, I've thought about it a million times, baby." He moans, his grip on your thigh so hard you know it'll bruise, “thought about it this morning..” he admits against your open mouth, finishing with a sloppy kiss.

"Sit up" You breathlessly demand after a few more moments, knowing you won’t last much longer.

"Yes ma'am" He smiles sitting up, and switching spots with you so that his back lies against the back of your headboard.

You slowly lower yourself onto him, placing one hand over his that's placed on your ass, and placing your other at the back of his neck.

"Fuck baby..you take my cock so well.." he groans, glancing downward watching as you grind onto him.

"Feels so good.." You moan, gripping the back of his neck a bit harder as your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock.

"Shit," he pants, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer to him, "if you keep that up, you gonna make me cum.." He says through half lidded eyes, the mixture of your moans, profanities and his name drawing him closer to his release.

"I'm sorry, but I-I don't think I'm gonna make it much longer Josh.." You speak between moans, your hands holding onto him tightly.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna last much longer either, mama.." he says into your ear with a low groan, the sensation of his lips against your skin being the final straw, “..you feel s’fuckin good..”

"I'm-I'm coming..fuck!" You cry out, but your lips are soon met with Josh's as he tries to suppress your moans with his kisses, which in turn sends him into his own orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuck!" He growls against your lips, thrusting upwards into you, his high taking over.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath against his heaving chest. His hands release their grip on you once he’s out of his trance, finding their way to the back of your arms, softly rubbing them.

Finally gathering the energy, you sit up, your eyes meeting his, and a smile plastered across his face.

He brings a hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear before saying, "and that's how you should be treated."

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