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I'm gonna ramble about being dyslexic for a min cus I'm having experiences. Basically I'm able to read/write so well because I memorise words. I have to break down words longer than 5-6 letters into smaller words, then stich them together. That's how I learn new words. Like know-ledge or en-cylo-pedia.
But in order to learn the words like that, I actually have to pause and really read them to learn the micro-word lineup. Until I do that I basically read it on dyslexic autopilot, leading to the weirdest misreads possible. Like today I learnt how to read/spell the word Meiyerditch (an area on rs) for the first time. Before doing that tho, it was just meyrdich. For like 15 years its been that to me and thats exactly how I'd say it out loud.
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Amor
Summary: After a bad day at work, coming home to his family makes Javi realize his day wasn't so bad after all
Word Count: 1.9K
Pairing: Dad!Javi x f!reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Tooth rotting, sickening, fluff đ©đ Allusions to smut, breeding kink, dad!Javi needs his own warning bc oh my GOD (more specifically, girl dad!Javi...) (*Also general spoiler warning if you don't want to read NTL out of order!*)
A/N: Y'ALL. I told you the dad!Javi brain rot was UNREAL. After writing this, I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to stop writing for dad!Javi ever and I'm not even sorry about it đ€·đŒââïž Don't mind me casually screaming from the rooftops about how much I am obsessed him okay BYE đ€Ș
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the NTL universe!
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Shitty.Â
There were a lot of words Javi could have used to describe how his day at work had gone.Â
At 9:30, after his weekly phone call with border patrol, who provided him with little to no helpful information, the word would have been annoying.Â
At 11:15, after Agent Miller knowingly jammed the copier and left it for someone else to fix, leaving Javi with no way to make any copies, the word would have been frustrated.Â
At 3:40, after his department meeting with the other Sheriffâs Offices from the county, none of whom came prepared, as usual, the word would have been angry.Â
And now, at 6:15, after a spilled afternoon coffee, a giant stack of paperwork that had been thrown on his desk, and a pounding headache, the word to describe his day was nothing short of shitty.Â
Throwing his briefcase into the passengerâs seat, cranking the AC up and the volume of his car radio to zero, Javi sat in his truck, silently brooding in his moodiness to sulk in the misery that had been his absolutely shitty day.Â
The rest of his drive home was the same as his pouting in the parking lot of the Laredo County Sheriffâs Department- no music, no windows down, no grin on his face like his usual drives home after work. Javi couldnât remember a day at work this shitty since the DEA, and that in itself was saying something.Â
As Javi pulled onto your street, dust swooshed beneath the bouncing of his truck tires along the gravel road, the sun just beginning to fade from its vibrant yellows and oranges to its soft pinks, beaming behind the clouds scattered throughout the September sky. The view was just enough to snap him out of his overbearing funk- the brightly colored sunset painted behind the view of your house and tiny, shadowed figures dancing in the driveway meant that nothing else in the world mattered anymore. Not frustrating colleagues, piles of paperwork, even spilt cups of desperately deserved coffee. The only thing that mattered to him now, were his 4 favorite people in the world, waiting for him to come home. The only thing that mattered was his family.Â
Lucy was the first to notice Javiâs truck rolling down the driveway, immediately prompting the 4 of you to pause your soccer game that had been happening in the front yard, which, after your two year old had decided she wanted to get involved, had really turned into more of a match of âChase Harper through the grass as she tries to run away with the soccer ballâ.Â
âDaddyâs home!â Lucy and Elliot squealed, bolting towards Javiâs truck as it finally reached a halt at the end of the driveway, prompting you to scoop up Harper and follow behind, knowing she would be just as thrilled to see her dad, even if her little legs couldnât keep up with her older sisters' quite yet. The girls bounced in excitement, frantically waving at Javi as they waited for him to exit the car.
From the moment the driverâs side door was open, and both Javiâs feet were on the ground, Lucy and Elliot were wrapped around Javiâs waist, squeezing him with a love and affection that instantly eased every last bit of stress, melting away any remnants of the previous parts of his day.Â
âHi Daddy!â The girls giggled in delight as they latched tighter around their dadâs hip, the feeling instantly making him crouch down to their level and drape his arms around them, pulling them in as closely as he could in return.
âHola, Pollitas.â (Hi, little chickens). The sigh Javi let out was like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, hugging his girls just a little tighter and longer than normal, almost as if he couldnât bear to let them go.Â
âDaddy, youâre squishing me!â Elliot squealed, wriggling her little body in Javiâs grasp.Â
âYeah, Dad, youâre gonna crush us!â Lucy teased, both the girls bursting into laughter as Javi gave them one last squeeze before hosting them up, letting their little legs flail as he shook them in his grasp before setting them back down, pressing a soft kiss on each of their heads.Â
âCrush my Pollitas? Never. I donât know what youâre talking about.â Javi teased back, making the girls roll their eyes.Â
âDaddy, Daddy, Daddy!â Harper cooed, outstretching her arms towards Javi as the two of you made it to the driveway, Javi immediately scooping her up from you and hosting her in the air, peppering her with little kisses across her body, making her squeal just as loudly as her sisters.Â
âMi mas pequeño amor (My littlest love).â Javi grinned, resting Harper against his hip as his little fan club had finally parted ways enough for you to greet your husband, gently cradling his face in your hands, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, savoring the sweet taste of him that felt like home.Â
âHi.â You smiled, pulling back just enough to see the sweet grin spread across his face before leaning back in for a hug, letting the warmth and scent of his body engulf you whole, making the grin on your face just as wide as his. âLong day?â You asked, still pressed against his chest, noting his arrival time back home was later than normal.Â
âNot anymore.â He beamed, staring down at you with that tender gaze that still made you melt, even after all your years together.Â
âDaddy, can I show you the picture I made you in art today? Please, please, please?â Lucy pleaded, once again wrapped around Javiâs hip, gently tugging at his shirt for his attention.Â
âI made one, too!â Elliot interjected, crossing her arms in defiance, a shocked look on her face that her sister dared to leave her out of the art contribution about to be made to their dad.Â
âYour little artists have been hard at work today.â You grinned. âIâm pretty sure the Peña house is going to soon be a nationally recognized museum for pictures of puppies, Daddy, and gorillas.âÂ
âGorillas? Thatâs a new one.â Javi laughed, looking at you with a confused tilt of your head, your only response to shrug your shoulders in just as much confusion and amusement.Â
âMrs. Collins read us a book about them in library today! So I showed Elliot and Harper how to draw them!â Lucy beamed, proudly crossing her arms over her chest with a satisfied nod.Â
âIâm sure theyâre amazing, mi amor (my love), gorillas and all.â Â
âAlright goobers, now that Daddyâs home itâs time for dinner, why donât you go clean up the rest of your art stuff and we can show Daddy your pictures before we eat.â You smiled, Javi gently setting Harper back on the ground, only to quickly be scooped back up again by Lucy, the 3 girls racing through the front yard and into the house, giggling and screeching in excitement the whole way there, leaving you and Javi watching your daughters dash across the driveway.Â
Once the girls were out of sight, Javiâs hands slid down your sides, fingers pressing into your hips as he tugged you in closer, making your rest your hands on his broad chest as he kissed you, now making you giggle as he grabbed an unexpected handful of your ass, giving it a playful smack as you swatted at him, rolling your eyes.Â
âYouâre in a surprisingly good mood for having a shitty day at work.â You smirked, biting down on your lip as you raised a suspicious eyebrow at him.Â
âHowâd you know I had a bad day at work?â Javi asked, cocking his head in confusion, hand still gripped tightly around the small of your back.Â
âBecause I know you like the back of my hand, Javier JesĂșs Peña. I could just tell. Plus, you always give those girls an extra big hug after a long day, since I know how much you miss them, even though you literally saw them this morning.â You snickered, lovingly nudging Javi before pressing another kiss onto his lips.Â
âWhat? Like itâs a crime to miss my family while Iâm stuck in terrible fucking meetings and doing shitty ass paper work all day? To wanna spend all my time with my beautiful daughters and their even more beautiful momma? Fine, guilty as charged, I guess.â Javi winked, gently tracing his thumb on the soft skin of your stomach, barley peeking out between your shirt and shorts.Â
âWell I guess the five of us will all just head off to Peña prison together since weâre all guilty of missing you just as much.âÂ
âGod, youâre such a dork.â He sighed, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your forehead. âI love you so much, Osita.âÂ
âI love you too, Jav.â The two of you stood there for a moment longer, the comfort of each otherâs embrace, forever your favorite feeling. âOkay, we should probably get back in there before the munchkins get up to no good, huh? In addition to trying to teach Elliot and Harper how to draw gorillas, Lucy was also trying to teach them how to body check someone when they played hockey in the driveway.âÂ
âThey are their motherâs daughters, I wouldnât expect anything less. Plus, I apparently have some pictures of gorillas to go see.â Javi chuckled, reaching back to open the passenger side door of his truck to pull out his bag as the two of you headed back towards the house.Â
âWell, if you needed something to make you feel better, looking at Elliotâs attempt at drawing you, her, Lucy and Harper riding on a purple gorilla while I chase you riding a rainbow gorilla will probably do the trick.â The two of you laughed, walking hand in hand to the front door, pausing one last time on your porch before entering back into the giggles and grins filling your home. âAnd if that doesnât work, I bet after we put the girls to bed, I can think of something else that might help you feel better, too.â You smirked, eyeing Javi up and down with a mischievous grin spread across your face.Â
âYeah? You gonna let me give me baby number 4, huh Momma?â Javiâs face lit up, biting down on his lip, his eyes wide and smirk even bigger than yours.Â
âBold of you to assume the rainbow gorilla isnât enough. Guess we do have an extra room to fill, donât we?â You giggled, giving Javi a playful nudge before heading through the door, joining the girls in the kitchen, eagerly waiting with drawings in hand to show their dad. As Javi trailed behind you, greeted by the image of his wife and daughters gleefully gathered around the kitchen counter, waving their colorful papers at him, he couldnât help but feel his heart burst at the seams, flooded with sense of love and comfort that he was convinced nothing else on this earth would ever be able to top.Â
Even on the shittiest of days, Javi knew that nothing could really ever be that bad, knowing he would get to spend the rest of his life coming home to the 4 people in the world that made it all worth it. Knowing he would spend his forever surrounded by the love of his family.
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BLIND ITEM !
ft. og re4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
tags. actor au, smut, leon is an ass, some misogyny duh, reader vomits once like non-sexual context, breaking and entering, dub-con that turns to just consensual sex, only one threat of violence :3
note. comm for the sweetest ever @liableperfections / đȘ© anon :3 plot credit goes entirely to her literally had to cut so many words down it was 10k before bc i was so excited ab it so if it seems choppy Iâm so sorry⊠đ ignore my attempt at navigating la.. itâs so confusing usa system is so confusing .. ignore any typos :3 feedback n rbs always appreciated!!! REPOST CUZ TUMBLR HATES ME.
Malibu Beach is a terrestrial paradise. A post-apocalyptic Eden of sorts âcause thereâs no tree of knowledge or any applesâ Only thing Malibu Beach and Eden have in common is the naked ladies. Itâs the best part of both. Which to Leon is factually correct, but to be politically correct as Hunnigan, his PR manager, would say itâs an opinion.
No need for serpent-induced bedlam, hedonism is at its peak, the fall of man is in full swing. Thereâs more snow than grains of sand. Leonâs world comes to life in bottle greens and muted blues, water glittering like a diamond behind the dimmed lenses of his aviators.
He snags a cabana close to the shore, draping curtains to keep him safe from blinding cameras and prying eyes and drab women who are more naked than they are clothed. From afar itâs a great sight. Up close itâs a whole lot of cellulite and over-plumped lips and over-plucked brows. Leonâs not picky, his standards are not high, heâs only asking for the bare minimum. Nice face, nice ass, nice titsâ Itâs expected, but itâs not an expectation âcause that would mean girls have to try and live up to it, but most of them come that way. Well, theyâre supposed to come that way, but some girls got a little busted on the flight over from heaven.
Ashley faces him, she should be careful when Leonâs around, he pulls on bikini strings more than he tugs on his own dick, and her bikini has started to look especially stringy.
âCan you get my back?â In the light, her lashes twinkle like gossamer wet with morning dew.
Donât need to ask him twice. Leonâs hands traverse the plains of her back, he coats her skin in lotion like the finest of pĂątissiers would a cake, angling the spatula downwards to smooth thick buttercream into pastel swirls of perfection. Itâs only SPF10 âcause Ashleyâs more focused on getting an even tan and less worried about skin cancer.
Theyâve been hanging out between filming. Ashley pisses him off with her hoity-toity shit, someone swapped out her brains for that rack, but sheâs hot so Leon keeps her around. And to be completely honest, his perpetual state of ennui had been smashed like brittle glass by Ashley alone. If it wasnât for her, heâd still be riding the Raccoon City wave. Biggest blockbuster to come out of 1998. Thatâs a big feat. Competition was big names like Deep Impact, The Horse Whispererâ Oh, who is he kidding, nobody remembers that crap, but everybody remembers Raccoon City, the Resident Evil sequel that hit the ball out of the park.
The Resident Evil series is on its fourth instalment, and Ashley Graham insisted he come back to reprise his role; she wanted to act alongside Leon S. Kennedy and no one else. She stinks of money and Chanel Cristalle. Her dad is the studio head, so Leonâs kissing up to her, takes her cruising in his Bugatti Veyron up and down Rodeo Drive. They never breach the Platinum Triangle, he fears Ashleyâs diaphanous skin would erode the moment unfiltered air hits her, melt off her bones in fleshly strings until thereâs a skeleton rattling around in his passenger seat.
Ashleyâs back is real nice. Like, the skin is super clear and creamy white and her shoulder blades stick out the same way a slinky felineâs do. If he could use anorexic as an adjective he would. Not quite, but almost.
âThat feels so good, Leon.â He catches the tail end of the glance she casts over her shoulder, itâs flirty and he knows whatâs coming next. Ashleyâs spine straightens, skin pulled taut to the jagged bone, she twists her upper half and pouts directly at him. She pouts a lot for someone so scared of wrinkles. but when youâre this rich, the de-ageing secret is just Botox he guesses.
âCâmere,â Leon adopts a wider stance, spreading his thighs so she can curl up between them like a cosy pup in bed. âHey, cutie.â He traces a thumb over her lips which are a milky shade of pink, fingers curling up beneath her chin to tilt her head up towards him.
Sheâs giving him bedroom eyes. Feathery lashes fanning his skin with the pace at which she bats them, like hummingbird wings beating against the wind. Leon is so going to get laid. Ashleyâs nails rake over the sinewed flesh of his sculpted thighs, a testament to his athleticism, he does all his own stunts you know? Shit, heâs about to get the sloppiest head of all time, his dick is about to be degloved by that perfectly puckered pout, suction must go crazyâ
In a single sweeping motion, the flimsy curtain is drawn back, fluttering in the same way Leonâs gut lurches. He canât tell the difference between butterflies and nausea. It all feels the same to him. He half expects to be struck dumb by celestial flashes of camera light that gets him hotter than the sun.
However, in a much more pleasant turn of events, he spots a black whale tail that leads his sharp eyes to a bead of sweat dripping down a toned abdomenâ Her belly button sticks out which Leon hates, but those tiny hotpants make up for her faults. Theyâre so short the flappy pockets are visible, distressed denim fringe brushing nice thighs that have got to mean an even nicer ass is right behind.
The face is even cuter. Round cheeks yet to shed baby fat, the apples smattered with charming freckles, her reddish ponytail is stiff with salt water. âMove,â she demands in a dictatorial fashion as if the world would bend to her will, rolling over and baring its belly like an appeased dog under her command.
Leon, against his better judgement, stays put. Who even are you, lady? The audacity of some girls, must be a fan of some kind. A clammy hand lands on his leg. Feels more like a dead fish left to rot on the docks. He shivers inwardly, prying sticky fingers off of him to clarify what the actual fuck is going on.
Thereâs a pretty girl in your peripheral. Not Claire. Sheâs not pretty in the way Claire is. Sheâs model pretty, might be a model or an actress or both, or neither. Just plain old pretty. But, itâs not plain, itâs extraordinary really. Polly Pocket dolly plucked from her compact homeâ Oh, gosh, your stomach is fucking killing right now.
Life is crazy, right? One minute youâre sucking face with a cute guy from Europe, and the next minute rotgut Mai Tais are not pairing well with the sweltering Malibu heat. And now you have reached the gates of heaven, fat-bellied clouds and Polly Pocket and something firm in your hand like a muscled calf. Not like a muscled calf, it is a muscled calf and it belongs to the most devastatingly handsome man you have ever laid eyes upon.
You anticipate the sprouting of wings from his back, the halo of Malibu sunlight that crowns his dirty blond hair to form an actual fucking halo. Holy fuck. You hope God canât read your thoughts right now. Praying is out of the question, thatâs like directly asking God not to press the big red buttonâ Everyone presses the big red button, and then God would cast you down to hell in a fit of disgust. All âcause you want this angel to put your thighs to your chest and fuck you boneless with his seraphic dick.
âWhat the fuck, man?â Is the angelic knowledge he imparts upon your dying body. You feel like youâre being cooked alive, hot oil bubbling your skin.
âWhat is your problem, man?â Claireâs utterance comes at the same time.
âHey, Claire,â you greet weakly.
âHey, babe.â The back of her cool hand rests on your forehead, the heat is going to sear her skin like a piece of Grade-A beef. âListen, man, can you just take your girlfriend and go?â
âSheâs not myââ
âLeon, letâs just go.â The blonde girl loops her arm around this divine beingâs bulging bicep.
Claire closes the curtain to shield you from the sun. It brings forth a wave of relief to your sizzling body, doused in floral breeze and sea-salt-infused linen.
âAw, babe, youâre fucked.â She fans you lightly with her hand in hopes that man-made wind is enough to combat heat stroke or alcohol poisoning or whatever it is.
âYou can head back, âm good here,â you slur, âgonna take a napâ
âYou sure?â Claire pets your head, you see past her composed exterior, inside is a girl whoâs mourning the loss of that cute beach bunny who ran for the hills the moment you started to emanate the smell of sickness.
âMhm.â You nod, a sluggish movement that makes your liquified brain slosh about in your head. âIâll be okay.â
âIâll come check on you later, yeah? Just stay right here for me.â She lays a damp towel over your lower half and you feel like a bit of a beached whale. Like, fucking slack and stupid and heavy with sleep. Itâs so unfair. Your one day off and the excessive day drinking comes to bite you in the ass.
Your nap is plagued by divine visions - getting to sink your teeth into that angelâs biceps. So life is not all bad. At least youâve still got wet dreams to keep you going. The sun has sunken beyond the horizon, dwindling light paints the landscape a burnt orange, the deepening blues of the water taking on a coral hue as you poke your head out past the cotton curtains.
In the distance, you spot a mildly Claire-shaped dot with a ponytail. Sheâs still having fun so you make no move to bother her, instead you gather your belongings in a methodical manner. Beach towel folded at the bottom of your bag, cover-up slotted neatly into the side pocket. Water bottle and sunscreen on top - making sure to check the caps on both are tightly screwed on. Purse, keys, phone. Youâve got it all.
Though youâve regained a sense of self - whatever you were going through a few hours ago that was an out-of-body experience - a tight knot lingers in the depths of your gut. Itâs lodged in your throat. You proceed to the bathrooms located near the car park, beach bathrooms are not the nicest place on earth, but youâre not going there for a relaxing retreat, youâre there to unload the unholy amount of vomit that sits in your stomach like sunken rocks in a burlap sack.
Your gait is slightly off, itâs hard to navigate the beach in rubbery flip-flops, limping as your feet are anchored into the sinking sand with each step. After a treacherous journey over the colossal (read: totally flat, flatter than a brown ratâs feet) dunes, youâre granted access to the mildewy washroomsâ The door swings open and collides with your delicate skull. A surge of nausea hits your system like adrenaline, pumping through you, and you pitch forward, hands on your knees as you hurl.
âWhat the fuck? Are you stupid?â
His voice is like the gentle tinkering of bells or a choir of angels, itâs thick and smooth like molasses, a knife through hot butter. All of the above. Even when heâs swearing the unholiest words you have ever heard under his breath. Itâs him, the guy from before. And you just missed vomiting on his feet. Narrowly. He did hit you with a fucking door though. So thereâs that.
âOh my gosh, are you okay? I saw that!â The cute blonde from before has swiftly joined his side.
âIâm fine, Ashley, she ran into me.â Ashley⊠AshleyâŠYou mightâve seen her on a billboard somewhere in Hollywood. Certainly looks the type.
âNot you, asshole, oh my god, Leon. Are you serious? You hit her!â Her voice is like money. Papery thin, but thereâs substance to it. Makes the world go round. Makes you happy. This concussion might be making you woozy enough to feel happy. âOh my god, are you, like, okay?â
You clutch at the wall of the beach hut-shaped washroom, steadying yourself. âIâm good, yeah, Iâm really good, thanks for asking.â The vomit is gone from your system, thatâs a step forward, but now thereâs an ugly bump forming on your head.
âWhat if you have a concession?â Ashley frets, she makes no move to step closer as she would have to manoeuvre the puddle of vomit.
âA concussion.â Leon corrects, he side-steps to make a swift and graceful exit from this situation, making a beeline for the topless convertible parked a few rows over. Oh, shit this guy is like a big shot, and you almost puked on him. Keyword almost.
âLeon! Hello? We canât just leave her!â She waves her arms at him wildly, like sheâs flagging down a rescue helicopter.
âOh no, my friendâs still here, I came in her car,â you begin, smiling sheepishly as she has made you feel a little like an abandoned puppy. Or a nuisance.
âNo, no, youâre sick, like, really sick, and Leon hit you. He totally owes you.â Ashley insists, a delicate hand grasps your wrist in a surprisingly firm grip. âGet in the front.â Sheâs demanding not in the same way Claire is, but in the way of a spoiled little girl. It works for her, and you plop down on a leathery seat that sticks to your skin. âLeon, Iâm gonna meet daddy over in Carbon, so donât worry about me, okay?â She flutters her fingers at him. âBehave yourself!â
Shit. This car costs more than you would on the black market. That makes you nervous. The guy makes you even more nervous. The way heâs glowering at youâ What an asshole. Ashleyâs right, he hit you hard, you so deserve a swanky ride home.
âAre you stalking me?â He asks, sunglasses perched on the top of his head, he looks like a total asshole, levelling you up with those glacial eyes.
âExcuse me?â
âAre you stalking me?â Heâs like dead serious right now.
âWhy would I be stalking you?â Thereâs genuine confusion on your face, at least thatâs what you want Leon to believe.
âFunny,â he scoffs, âreal funny.â
âIâm sorry, whatâs so funny?â You blink at him stony, gaze unwavering.
You, bitch. Acting like you donât know him, like his face isnât plastered all over California. In every nook and cranny. From flagship stores to beige vegan cafes that are frequented by a handful of hipsters and bored trophy wives alone. âNothing,â Leon settles on, you can play dumb all you want, but this isnât his first rodeo with stalkers.
In your hand, your Nokia beeps, and much to his annoyance, you pick it up to make casual conversation with whatever creep thatâs put you up to this plan. âNo, I didnât mean to scare you, Claire. I literally kinda, I donât know, itâs hard to explain, but Iâm safe, okay? Iâm in aâŠâ You trail off, casting a sideways glance at him, âIâm in a taxi right now.â
He squeezes the steering wheel white-knuckled. Youâre playing with him right now, and itâs not fucking funny. A little pathetic if anything.
âYeah, I got enough cash on me to make it back, donât worry about it. I will, I will, yep, okay. Bye, Claire.â You drop your cell phone into your beach bag and it falls quiet apart from the prowling growl of his engine.
âWhere you need to go?â Leon asks, his teeth grinding together, offset by his clenched jaw.
âSanta Monica.â
âThatâs helpful,â he says dryly. âLong way over.â
âIâm just being safe.â You shrug. âItâs half an hour, whereâd you come from anyway? Beverly Hills?â
âYouâre being unhelpful,â he repeats to cement the fact that he is going out of his way to be an upstanding citizen and help stupid girls who walk face-first into doors no matter how stupid they fucking are. Leonâs soft spot for girls is clearly limited. âBel Air,â he adds a moment later, âbut you know that, donât you?â Itâs in every tabloid, donât gotta be a stalker to know where he lives.
âNo, I do not, I seriously donât know who you are, man.â Your profile is nice enough, not an eyesore, lips look kissable, you would look nice at his feet he decides. Girls like you need dick in your mouth to learn a few things about shutting up.
âYou got in my car.â Leon points out.
âI was forced into your car.â Comes your rebuttal.
âListen, I donât have time for your shit, just tell me.â Leon never raises his voice at women, that would be a brash decision, girls hear a slight shift in tone and go cuckoo. When you talk to them all nice and sweet they turn to putty with no regard for the subject matter at hand. Could be harvesting a few organs or taking a couple billion out of their trust fund, it doesnât matter, theyâll be stuck swooning.
âDonât talk to me like that.â Look at you, you think youâre the shit. âI can get home from the boardwalk.â
Leon is a lot of things. He is an asshole, he would feel like more of an asshole if he made a chick walk home in the dark. He swallows his pride and he swears his Adamâs apple bulges out further than usual. âIâll take you home, no sweat, I owe you one.â
âIâm good, I want to walk.â You are one stubborn bitch.
âYou could use the walk,â Leon says, a slip of the tongue. He didnât mean anything by that. Listen, it just came out. Promise. Youâre testing his fucking patience.
You bristle beside him, to his surprise you make no move to insult him in turn. âWho are you, even?â Itâs thrown over your shoulder coolly. âLike, am I supposed to know you?â
âLeon,â Leon says, and to his knowledge there are no other Leonâs in Hollywood - Leonardo DiCaprio does not count.
âDoesnât ring a bell.â Youâve gotta be messing with him. Itâs working, youâre driving him insane.
âOkay, sure.â He bites his tongue, and soon enough you tell him your address. Not the nicest part of Santa Monica, not the worst part. Definitely not Downtown L.A. so thatâs good.
The velvet sky is frosted by stars, and it is a beautiful night for road head which Leon really fucking deserves for putting up with so much shit. If it were Ashley by his side he wouldâve been forced to pullover more than a few times on the drive over to The Flats.
He pulls up in front of a house that looks to be made of paper mache. Wow, youâre slumming it. Leon makes an unmitigated promise to himself to never be seen around these parts ever again. The air is different, and thereâs so many bad smells and oh my lord is that a homeless woman? He better leave before she knocks on his car door to offer him a good time.
âBye, sweetheart,â Leon tells you because he is the prime example of a gentleman. âNot gonna thank me?â
âWhat an asshole.â You donât even bother to say it under your breath, just to his fucking face after he dropped you off in this ugly, grey neighbourhood in his gorgeous convertible.
He forgets about you by morning. Leon has seen more women than a gynaecologist will in their lifetime. Youâre another forgettable rack. That is until the following week. A blind item drops. He skims the page.
Blond guy⊠Plays a lot of action-hero roles⊠Good with women⊠Total Asshole⊠Something about harassment⊠Something about a full article dropping next weekâŠ
Sounds like Leon alright. Hunnigan is on his ass about it. Ashley is on his ass about it. The director is on his ass about it. The staff are looking at him funny. The room is spinning. Leon is going to take a prop gun and shoot himself. Heâs managed to keep his asshole status under wraps, money and dick go a long way for girlsâ Shit, that bitch from Santa Monica. You were not an easy lay, there was no laying in fact. He didnât offer you sympathy dick to make up for whatever he said to get your panties in a twist.
Leon checks his watchâ Filming can wait, Ashley can wait, he wonât be long. Traffic is a nightmare, this sheepskin jacket is sticking to him - only time he has ever lamented having a roofless car. He shrugs off his costume, lays it over the headrest of the passenger seat. Your place is the crumbling stack of bricks tucked into the far corner of a street that is more litter than street.
He knocks on your door firmly, afraid itâll knock down the paper walls. You donât answer. He knocks again, taps his foot, and you do not answer. Leon tries the handle, heâs fucking desperate, okay? This filmâ The premiere has to go smoothly, he has to be back in the limelight and then you can go around making as many accusations as you please, send the pitchfork-wielding mob his way the moment promotions are over.
The door opens. Leaving your door unlocked in a neighbourhood this rough, oh, honey, youâre just begging for it, arenât you? He steps over the threshold, the door clicks shut behind him, he moves forward in deliberate strides like he knows his way around. To be fair, thereâs not many rooms to explore, not Ashleyâs sprawling marble landing. From the top of the stairs, he hears your voice.
âClaire, is that you? I just got out the shower, wait there!â
Babe, you got ready for him? Thatâs cute, he hopes you shaved. The floorboards creak under his boots, climbing the stairs to face the open door of the bathroom. Youâre in there, facing the mirror, wrapped in a baby blue towel. Easy access. When you spot him in the reflection, you drop the tub of cleansing cream in the sink basin, it splatters at the same moment your scream shatters the silence.
âWhatâ How did you get in? Whyâre you in my house? Get out!â All questions that Leon would answer if you shut up. Youâre a stupid little thing, backing yourself into the wall until the back of your knees bump the bathtub. âOh my godââ
âI let myself in, door was open, babe,â Leon says smoothly, âThatâs real dangerous, yâknow?â
You clutch at the shower curtain and almost bring it down on your head, Leon pries your fingers from the material as his hands find purchase on the fat of your hips. âGet off meâ Get off, get off, get off!â Your spine straightens when he taps your cheek sharply. Huh. That worked. Is that what you need to loosen up? A nice, hard fuck. Some dick in that lonely pussy of yours.
âHey, calm down, itâs just me.â The guy you think you know all about. âI wanted to talk to you.â
âYouâre breaking into my fucking house, you fucking psycho, why would I want to talk to you?â Little fists hammer away at his chest, nails catching on his chest holster that looks more like BDSM gear than anything useful.
âYou kidding me?â Leon captures your chin, his touch is anything but tender, a tactile intrusion that leaves crescent-shaped impressions on your jaw. âHad a lot to say in that article.â
âIs that⊠Is that what this is about?â You catch your breath, trying to appear nonplussed, though you tread carefully in trepidation. âThe article isnât even out yet-â A soft whimper betrays your confident front when Leon bows his head to meet your eyes.
âLook at me when youâre speaking,â he instructs, and you do. What a good girl. âOkay, there you go, baby, continue.â
The disdain that spoils your pretty face intensifies at his words, and yet you canât look away. Cute. Head says one thing, pussy says another. âIâm not- Iâm not making Claire drop the article, this is the biggest scoop sheâs ever had, and youâre gross.â You stand your ground. âYouâre an asshole, I hope nobody ever has to deal with your shit again, I hope you get blacklisted, like, forever and fucking ever. I watched your shitty movies, I could do better than that and I got a D in drama class, youâre just hot and you get away with it-â
âThatâs not very nice.â Leon talks to you like he is scolding a misbehaving child. Which you are. A rash little girl driven forward by noisy temerity. âWe talked once, sweetheart. I wanted to go on a second date, what a shame.â Heâs glad you find him hot though.
âFuck off.â
âCâmon, youâre too cute to be using nasty words like that.â His teasing is not taken in stride, you elbow him in the gut and squirm out of his grip. Leon recovers fairly well, his fingers catching the hem of your towel, unravelling it like a spool of thread. He draws you closer, naked, wet body flush to his clothed one. Nice tits, tick, cute ass, tick, he wants to see how youâd look in a tight skirt, one that hugs your stomach and hips and the tapering of your waist. The type Hunnigan wears when she means business.
And shit. Your pussy is the only thing cuter than your face. Shaved bare like you knew he was coming. You wanted it. You did. Leon doesnât see any other hot dates waiting for you. âAw, baby, you shouldnât have.â He coos, tracing your puffy pussy lips with the pad of his thumb.
âDonât do thatâŠâ Your voice is merely a whisper, and youâre not scared, girls like you donât get scared. They get pissed off. Heated. Angry and upset. But never scared.
âIs this what you want, babe? Some dick ân youâll shut up? Just wanted my attention.â Leonâs voice is a low rumble in your ears, he drawls like a slow trickle of sticky honey. Nothing is stickier than your cunt. He parts your lips, catching the dribbles of slick that form in beads along your slit. âJesus, youâre fuckinâ wet, baby. You needed this, didnât you?â
âNo,â you croak out, throat dry from only a few minutes of disuse.
âNo? You want me to stop then, sweetheart?â Leon slows his touch, it diminishes until itâs gone entirely and you whine at the loss so sweetly. âYouâre not making any sense, babe.â
âOh my god.â You suck in a breath, trembling not out of fear, but out of unadulterated rage and dizzying lust for a piece of his dick. âFuck you.â He takes that as a Please, fuck me!
âHow about we do something easier, baby.â Leon forces you onto your knees, and he was fucking right. You look so good like this. Knelt by his feet. His belt is unclipped, pants unzipped, boxers lowered. He guides his dick into your mouth, and you really are the most cock-starved thing he's ever met, âcause you open up and swallow him whole.
Then you do the sluttiest fucking thing a girl has ever done for him - reach back and jab your nails into the meat of his ass to force his dick deeper down your throat. âShit, thatâs right, babyâ Fuck, youâre a fucking freak, huh?â Leon rewards you with a skull fuck. Balls clapping wetly and obscenely against your chin.
You gag on it, and you love it. God, he feels the pulse of your cunt through his boot when you grind yourself down on the steel toe cap. Itâs round enough to do no damage, cool enough to help that hot cunt out, and the perfect shape to part your folds and stimulate your swollen clit.
Leon slaps it on your cheek a couple of times, then he tightens his hand around the shaft as you play with his balls, try to fit âem in your mouth like jawbreakers. Shit, fuck, his brain fucking blanks. Heâs gonna cum if you donât stop. His hand comes to rest on your forehead, hoping to snuff out the pleasure that builds too soon in his belly, you pop off his cock, refusing to stop making out with his tip, tonguing the slit like youâre getting paid to do this.
The bedroom is a couple metres away, itâs an awkward shuffle over with his lips slotted to yours, tongue running over your teeth, licking at your gums. Your back hits the handle, then less than a metre after that it hits the squeaky mattress. He kisses down your body, you smell like fruity body wash, it might be strawberry or raspberry. It smells like pink, thatâs all he knows.
A sloppy kiss is placed on the very front of your mound. âYou want me to play with your sticky little pussy, baby?â
âEw,â you whimper out, nodding anyways, legs bent at the knee to bare your sweet pussy to him.
He laps at you like a dog. Eating pussy is tedious, Leon likes pushing heads down on his dick, itâs way better. But to hear you moan like that, shit he would do it a thousand times over, latch onto your clit and suck till you see stars. âDid you like that, baby? Fuck, creamed on my fucking tongue, sweet little thing.â He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Sure, Leon's going to go back to set smelling of your cunt, itâs not so bad. He quite likes it. Better the tang of pussy than sweat.
âJusâ put it in,â you beg, âplease, pleaseââ
âI heard you the first time, sweetheart. Be patient.â Leon takes your ankles in his hands, puts them by your ears. See this? Thatâs when Leon can tell a girl really fucking wants him. When she holds her thighs up for him, and then she puts her palms flat to spread herself as open as she can get. âJesus, baby, youâre a slut.â He laughs derisively, it rolls off his tongue as sweetly as any other pet name.
Youâre left keening when the head of his dick sinks into your weeping cunt, your toes curl, and Leon cranes his neck to kiss your ankle. He runs his hands over the backs of your plush thighs, circling his hips as he eases into youâ Heâs lying. In his world, thereâs no easing. Leonâs dick is mean, and he can tell youâve been dying for a rough fuck. He bottoms out the second his head pops past your fluttering hole. Then heâs balls-to-the-wall. Like, literally. Theyâre heavy against your ass, slapping loudly with each measured thrust.
âBaby,â Leon starts, heâs breathless, rolling his hips into yours, âI swear on my life, sweetheart, if that shit drops Iâll beat you fuckinâ bloody.â That article dropping would signal the end of his life as he knows it. Your pussy clamps down on him at his words. âOh, you nasty little bitch, you liked that?â
Thereâs a string of yes, yes, yeses! and then a string of expletives, and then a drawn-out call out of his name as he drives into you with all the force of a freight train. Your nails are scratching down his back, and your pussy is coating him in the same wetness that pools below your ass.
âTake it, baby, take it, fucking take it.â It takes one last thrust for you to come undone, your orgasm has your body going ramrod straight, and then your pussy fucking gushes. And Leon in all his years of sex and women and pussy and fucking has never made a girl do that. Half of him is convinced youâve gone and pissed on him, the other half is sure heâs made you squirt like girls do in pornâ Holy shit. Heâs twenty-seven years old and he only just made a girl squirt.
You cry out as he grinds into you, his dick bumping your cervix, his pelvis grinding into your clitâ And you sob, shaking your head as another burst of liquid spurts out of your cunt, soaking his abdomen, soaking his fucking shirt that belongs to the costume departmentâ
Fuck, heâs gonna cum. Heâs cumming hard. Leonâs balls tighten, and his shaft twitches as his load shoots out of the tip of his cock into your tight cunt. He didnât pull out. If thereâs one thing, heâs good at, itâs pulling out. Leon made a girl squirt, and he didnât pull out. All in one day. What an accomplished man he is.
âMmm.â You roll onto your front, face in the pillows as you catch your breath, still shivering as aftershocks zap at your nerve endings. Leon wipes the sweat built on his forehead, strands of his hair stuck to it. âIâm not convinced, the articleâs still going up.â
What a bitch.
âRight.â He delivers a brisk swat to your ass, it elicits an involuntary yelp. âGuess Iâll have to convince you. I got a week, donât I?â
âA week and a half,â you say, not bothering to bid him bye as he zips his cargos, âIâm pretty hard to convince.â Cheeky.
âIt can be done.â Through another round of dick from Monday to Friday.
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can't stop thinking ab single dad!miguel x preschool teacher!reader đ”âđ«
like he's the only dad that shows up to field day + he's the best bc always over-prepared for his daughter (sunscreen, water bottles, cute lunches, etc.) but he's also super competitive as a soccer dad đ AND THE WAY HE ALWAYS HOLDS HER LITTLE BACKPACK ON HIS BROAD ASS SHOULDER :3
all the moms swoon over him but he only has eyes for you~ he's so shy and meek around you even though you're the softest/sweetest woman he's ever met...
his daughter's like "i think daddy has a crush on you" and he blushes so hard + has to shut her up softly in embarrassment.
*screaming* no u don't understand, i'm so normal ab this man...
sa;ldslfkdlg omg please, this is so soft and cute đâ€ïž
i'm imagining him wearing the little backpack...like he's so big and so broad and it's so TINY and cute and it looks a lil ridiculous tbh but it's also so ENDEARING asdls;kfdl;kg
him putting sunscreen on her tiny little face with his big ass hands and her giggling about it.
omg the cute lunches makes me think of that fanart i saw where he carved the apples into cute little animals đ„Č but he so would tho? like he's probably super organized about her lunch too, maybe has one of those bento lunch boxes for her. he'd carefully prepare and pack everything and leave her cute little notes, encouraging her and telling her how proud he is of her.
imagine during like a parent teacher conference you'd be telling him how great his kid is doing (except maybe she could use a little help in x area) and he's trying to pay attention because he loves his daughter (obv) and cares about her doing well, but he finds his mind wandering. he's staring at your lips as you're talking, at how every now and then your tongue comes out to wet them. and then he lets his eyes travel up to the sweet little quirk of your smile, the one that makes his brain feel like it's gonna melt and leak out his ears. then he takes in the rest of your face, dragging his eyes over you slowly, until he makes it to your eyes and he notes the amusement in them and realizes you've stopped speaking and are staring at him expectantly, as if you'd asked him a question and he hadn't answered and he clears his throat awkwardly, apologizing and asking you to repeat what you said.
at the end of the year, you ask him out and he accepts. your first date makes him (somehow) even more smitten with you and when he kisses you goodnight, he knows he never wants to kiss anyone but you ever again.
yeah, i'm completely normal too asd;lksl;dfkdlgk and lmao sorry for all the fluff, i'm in my feels rn i guess đ
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how to never stop being sad - e.b
summary: bucks parents believe they can just forget what they put him through as a child, but y/n wonât let them.
evan buckley x reader.
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a/n: i realized that buck found out about daniel way later than i thought⊠my image was the dinner for buck begins, and then my dumb brain thought he knew abt daniel for a while đ just pretend he knew while you read :))
bucks mother and father somehow think that evan doesnât remember everything they did. they think he doesnât care about every scream, every argument, every neglectful moment between him and his sister. but, really, buck remembers all of it.
he loves his parents and he always has, but he doesnât understand why they make it so hard to like them. he craved love and affection from them, only to be met with their hand in his face and their words in his mind. he knows all about grief, it makes you a different person. he feels awful for his parents, but he wishes they could deal with it better than leave him in the dust.
on a brighter side, buck was finally able to stop begging for adoration. when y/n came into that station, his entire purpose was changed around. he knew he was made for loving her, and he was finally accepted. buck finally felt smart, loved, important to someone.
y/n left a mark on buck from the moment they met. he could tell by her bubbly but confident personality that theyâd fit together like stars in the sky. whenever y/n was around, he never once felt like he was asking for the compliments or love she showered him with. she looked genuinely proud to call him her boyfriend, and it melted the heart of the little kid inside of him that just wanted someone to tell him that he was important.
she gave him everything his parents never did and she never once complained. y/n have buck a definition of love, and when someone asked him what it meant, heâd say her name.
now, even years after theyâve been dating, y/n never once spoke to bucks parents. maddie had told them he was in a healthy, happy relationship, but they never cared to check in on him. the days had drastically changed, along with the life of his sister.
sheâs becoming a mother, so their parents are becoming grandparents. y/n didnât really think it would be a problem that they came to visit, until it quickly backfired.
buck quickly realized that they werenât here for him, and they he barely existed in their book. he hoped that maybe he was overthinking it, but noticed the lack of care they had of his life and the severe amount of judgement in their words. itâs like when they walked in the door, buck felt like the small boy standing at the top of the stairs for his parents again, or the teenager sitting at the table taking every insult they had.
their parents pulled out maddieâs âbaby boxâ, but they mustâve left bucks at home to collect dust, if there was even anything to leave. they crazed over maddies belly and the life she was carrying, praising her for the life she had built for herself. buck just sat there, just wanting to go home and lay in y/nâs arms and get his own comforting.
the night of the dinner came rapidly, buck critiquing everything about himself in the mirror before he went, perfecting his words and his appearance before y/n came grabbing his hand. âitâll be ok.â
âi know, itâs just been so long and i donât want them to be rude to you, too,â buck sighs, turning to face y/n.
âthey donât hurt me, you know that. i just donât want you to get upset.â
âletâs get this over with, yeah? and then we can come home?â
âdonât have to tell me twice.â
y/n and buck arrived soon after his parents, seeing them stand from off the couch with his mothers hands clasped together in front of her. maddie pulls y/n into her grasp from not seeing her due to a busy schedule. chimney and buck hug casually, even though theyâd just seen each other. he notices his parents standing there, looking at y/n as she cautiously steps over.
âoh, mom, dad, this is y/n,â buck tells them, his hand landing on her waist. âmy girlfriend.â
âitâs nice to meet you guys.â y/n says, exchanging awkward glances with his parents. they nod politely.
ây/n, we got your favorite!â maddie grins, holding a bottle of wine in her hands and looking at it long-fully. y/n laughs, walking over to take the bottle from her as they converse.
âmaddie, iâll make the table for you, sweetie.â their mother says, grabbing plates and napkins for everyone as she starts placing them by the seats.
âhere, mom, iâll help you,â buck says, offering a hand to his mother as y/n stands besides his father.
âso, y/n,â the tall man with the glasses speaks. âwhat do you do for work?â he asks, sipping his beer.
âoh, i work at the fire station with b-evan and howie.â she remembers the little things, the dislike of nicknames and how buck and maddie never had one. y/n can see the slight disappointment in her fathers face, but canât quite place why.
âi see.â he says, his voice raising slightly but she can tell heâs slightly unimpressed. y/n just keeps pouring wine into her glass. maddie can already sense the tension, silently cursing her dad for the reaction he had.
âdad.â maddie whispers so buck doesnât hear.
âyes, maddie?â he questions back, not understanding his tone toward the woman besides him that heâs known for twenty minutes.
ânothing, itâs fine.â
âhey, honey,â buck whispers in y/nâs ear, placing his hands on the counter in front of him.
âhi! how are you feeling?â
âiâm fine, itâs only been like a half hour.â
âi know, just checking in.â she places a hand on his cheek, making maddie smile at the affection she has toward buck.
the food had eventually been delivered, and everyone sat around the table to finally eat. buck pulled out y/nâs chair, letting her sit and then taking the one next to her. chimney sat with maddie, and then their parents took the other end of the table.
the conversation turned almost immediately into the subject of work, maddie talking about some of her calls and chimney speaking about paramedic duties. it seemed they had no interest about buck, not finding much impression in the details about his job, despite it being one of the strongest.
âwell, speaking of hospitals, iâve heard that evan has been spending a lot of time in them.â bucks dad speaks up, placing his napkin folded on the table.
âyouâve heard?â buck mutters under his breath, not wanting to cause a scene but secretly hoping they heard it. y/n could feel the burning tension between buck and his parents, so she ran his hand over his thigh, trying to find his hand that rested near his knee before locking fingers with him. âyou couldâve seen for yourself.â
âoh, evan you know how-â
âyou donât like hospitals, got that.â
âi donât like seeing my children in them.â the womans eyes start to water, thinking back to all the horrific times in the hospital. maddie mumbles to her mother before shaking her head, bringing her moms statement to a close. âwe never lost hope on you, evan.â
âyeah, like you did on maddie?â he snaps, leaning back in his seat and staring down his parents.
âevan, letâs not do this.â maddie says, the discomfort clear in her face as everyoneâs heart races, fearing the conflict in the room.
âyou guys didnât even go to her wedding, let alone go back for her when she made a mistake and you cut her off!â
their parents barely look at buck. âmaddie, we didnât know he was hurting you, i swear-â
âyou should have! you shouldâve known, but it checks out because you never knew what was going on even when we was living with you!â he stands up.
âbuck, câmon,â y/n speaks, attempting his hand before he gets too far away. he manages to slip out of her grasp, leaving her to rest her head in her hands as he continues.
âyou think my job is dangerous- i have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you. that is why iâm in therapy! because nothing i ever did was good enough!â
âwe tried! you guys didnât make it easy on usâ their dad speaks up, making y/n shoot her head up at the older couple at the table next to her.
âwe were supposed to? we were kids.â maddie says sadly.
so, buck stands there, begging for love in the center of the room, feeling like a circus act. if he didnât know better, heâd think theyâd all be pointing and laughing at him. besides one. y/n sat there, staring at his parents before looking back at him. she stands up, letting buck try and grab her hand and walk out. if he wants to leave, she will always follow him.
he opens the door, and he steps out, unable to hear the next sentence from his mother.
âneither of you think about how hard it is for your father and i! you only think about yourselves!â
y/n stops in her tracks, âbuck, go wait by the car iâll be out in a minute.â he just goes out, not wanting to waste another minute in that room that he could be spending alone with y/n. âonly think about themselves?â
âwhat?â their mother whimpers out.
âyouâre insinuating that you have selfish children, and it honestly checks out considered how much youâve missed. did you forget what your kids do? did you forget about the lives they save on a daily basis? maddie is the reason half of our calls come out successfully, and buck is one of the highest ranked for his position. and you want to call him selfish? you donât get to call him anything until you take an actual look at his life. you donât see him walk out of these buildings with scared and hurt children or people yelling in pain and he can somehow manages to give them hope! you donât see the effect you have on him and it honestly breaks my heart for him. you donât see how you casually ripped him up and expected other people to put him back together. you donât deserve to just come back here and act like youâre completely innocent! you sit here and act like you are angels. truth is that evan did everything on his own and didnât deserve the shit he got from you. the person he is today has nothing to do with you and you donât get any credit for how he became the man he is.â
y/n doesnât stay long enough to see the effect of her words on his parents. she can imagine the tears from the confrontation that their mother canât handle. it infuriates her that they think they can fix the damage they did in a day, if they even think they did any.
she storms down the stairs, eager to see buck outside and make up for all the loving he missed previously. she sees him leaning against y/nâs passenger door, staring at the concrete with his arms crossed. his hair is lightly blowing in the wind along with his sweater being pressed against his body. y/n can see the subtle shimmering in his eyes as he looks at the ground and she can almost hear the cracks in his heart. itâs like they managed to add another wound to him, just confirming that they didnât care about him.
y/n steps on the cement sidewalk toward him, her heels clicking loudly against the ground so he could hear her coming. he doesnât look up. he keeps his eyes glued to the ground in almost a shameful way. he hates that he canât stand up to his parents, and he hates that y/n had to do it for him, but he needed it.
âletâs go home, baby.â y/n says, standing at the front of the car. âbuck.â she speaks his name again, anger still radiating off her body as she waits for him to look up at him. his head tilts up, looking at her as her gaze softens at his expression. she doesnât hesitate to walk over and grab onto him, letting his body fall into her, taking some of the weight off his shoulders.
âi know, itâs ok.â she whispers into his ear sweetly as the tears run down his face. he doesnât want to be sobbing in the parking lot with in his girlfriends arms, but he canât help it.
he doesnât bother to say anything, he just lets himself feel. he lets himself feel her hand rubbing his back and the other wrapped around his shoulders. he lets himself listen to the gentle words escaping her lips and allow them to soothe his mind. he lets himself tower over her and almost fall into her grasp and he lets her take over. he knows that she has him, and the safety net beneath him was built by her.
he might not have his parents support or their faith through his life, but the surplus that y/n gives to him is enough to fill every ocean in the world.
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birthday bash ask!!~
letâs eat (đ€€)- sarrrr this is dangerous!! iâm going to have to request mr kim mingyu (you know!!) and iâll let you decide on a prompt(s) to use! (trust you with my all! gimme a dm if u want me to choose hehe)
5:13 p.m. â kim mingyu
prompt. âyou're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. â
wc. 955
warning. mingyu fucks reader in a dryer (very unrealistic), needy!gyu, baby fever + marriage kink (my fav combo), use of mommy [x1], unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, SO much dirty talk, pet names [baby, angel] â MINORS DNI 18+
note. thank u for sending in an ask lu,, iâm so sorry if you dont like the piece or the prompt i used !!! i know itâs a lil intense and lacks a lot of detail đ i was in the mood to write needy gyu with baby fever without thinking abt logistics so,,, here it is (also im sorry itâs so short </3) [not proofread if u see a typo, i literally didnât write this]
mingyu is a sucker. youâre not sure thereâs a diagnosis for what he has other than a severe case of baby fever. it's not when he sees babies that sets him off, no, itâs you. you doing anything remotely domestic like chores around the house for that matter. when youâre cooking him dinner, loading the dishwasher, dusting and sweeping in your cute little house slippers, and his personal favorite, unloading the dryer.
to put it simply, he just canât wait to give you a baby so he can come home and spoil his gorgeous little family. the mere mention of even wanting a future with him has him weak in the knees.Â
itâs why your his shirt is flipped over your ass and your panties are pushed halfway down your legs the second he finds you in the laundry room. âgyu, what the fuck are youâ ah!â you cry out feeling his spit-slicked cock slip inside of you. you fall into the pile of warm clothes, the smell of clean linen filling your nose. âbaby!â
mingyu groans, cock twitching at the word thatâs had his head spinning for weeks, âthatâs right, âm gonna give you a baby, angel,â he says, hands gripping your hips for dear life, the flesh of your skin nearly interlaced between his fingers.Â
you moan loudly, but itâs muffled by the wild white sheets in the machine. your skin burns up as if it werenât already on fire thanks to the fresh heat of the dryer. you knew mingyu was ruthless and needy when it came to getting his dick wet, but never would you have thought youâd be in this position as he pounds into you.
âfuck, i love you so much. love you and this fucking pussy so so much. âm gonna fill you up ân âm gonna marry you,â he mutters, eyes watching the way you swallow his dick whole, disappearing as it goes in and out. âgonna make you a pretty little mommy, make you my fuckinâ wife.âÂ
youâre partially convinced that your boyfriend has gone crazy, but the words head straight to your core, the increase in your arousal solidifying everything mingyu had said.Â
his breathing becomes labored, soft moans growing louder as they morph into deep groans. your ears pick all of it up even with the walls of the dryer attempting to drown him out. âtell me you wanâ it, angel, t-tell me you wanâna baby, a pretty ring⊠tell me you want me forever.âÂ
you just canât say no, the offer is too good. you want everything and more with this man, so you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. âi do, i wanâ it, gyu, w-wanna make you a d-dad! w-wanna marry you!â
a guttural groan erupts in his chest and his thrusts pick up, the tip of his cock ramming into your cervix eliciting a loud, muffled cry as you scream into the cloth. âbaby, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.â he babbles, overstimulated tears pricking at his eyes. âiâm so close, angel. gonna fill this cunt with all my cum ân get you pregnant. itâs gonna take. s-swear to fucking god, itâs gonna take.â
your hands mercilessly fist at the cotton, wrinkling it in your tight grasp. you think the heat from the freshly dried sheets melts your brain because now youâre sobbing, incoherently babbling out pleas, but the only thing that can be heard in the mess of your words is the chant of his nickname, âgyu, gyu, gyu!â you clench tightly around his cock, gummy walls molding to the shape of him as theyâre made to.
and, fuck, mingyuâs abdomen tightens at the euphoric feeling. his balls draw up, thrusts turning sloppy and inconsistent as he fucks into you. âshit, baby,â he mewls, his grip on your hips near bruising. âiâm gonna cum.âÂ
all it takes is another tight hug from your cunt and heâs a mess. his cock throbs inside the heat of your stretched cunt before he slams into you and stills, his tip pressed right against your cervix as he empties his load.Â
 itâs the ripple effect that triggers your own orgasm. you moan and whine as you feel his heavy seed filling you to the brim and painting your used walls white. all the while, the knot thatâs been steadily forming in the pit of your tummy completely unravels and youâre left a shaking, crying mess inside a dryer full of wrinkled, tear soaked cotton.Â
it takes him longer than usual to come down from his orgasm, but he eventually eases his grip on your waist as he finds his mind again. he pulls your near-limp body out of the dryer and you let out a broken whine as you feel his cock slip out, creating a mess of cum on the ground. he doesnât really mind seeing his load go to waste knowing heâll pump you full the second youâve recovered.
you slump in his arms while he wordlessly presses kisses into your hair. when you whine again, he murmurs apologetically. âsorry i was so rough, are you okay?â
you nod, still trying to catch your breath and regain stability. âitâs okay. iâm okay. just need a sec,â
he doesnât say anything for a minute or so, holding you in his arms till youâre able to stand on your own but then he whispers. âcan we go again? are you up for it?â
you laugh softly at his need. âwe can, but can we try the bed this time? do you think youâll make it to our room without fucking me against one of the walls?â
he shrugs, grinning to himself. âweâll see.â
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IM ALIVE
and i love you too baeeee and dw idc when you finish thisđ
whole band headcannons seperate ofc with there bf(or gn reader if you cant include much but if you can include a little thats chill idc) who is so fucking stupid
like karen from mean girls stupid. for example if someone asked him if he was top or bottom he'd be like "oh bottom! top bunks make me nervous." likeđđ
and another example is if he cooked something and it's hot he'd only say careful its hot AFTER you choke on how hot it isđ
i feel like they'd love him so much but sometimes he's just real fucking dumbđđđ
also you don't have to use the first two those are just examples ofccc i love youuuuu
TOKIO HOTEL X DUMB MALE READER
hi bb! ilym đđ i hope this is good enough cuz recently my work has been iffy...........
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BILL:
ă»He finds this shit funny bro
ă»Can't help but smile whenever you say some dumb shit.
ă»He feels like he's dreaming if you tell him late at night
"Bill?"
".....what?"
"... Why do we need farmers if we have grocery stores?"
ă»If you say that shit at 2AM he'd spend the rest of the night thinking about it.
ă»He gets headaches from how hard he thinks about it
"M/N..how do you even conjure up this type of stuff.."
ă»He can't tell if your genuinely confused or just fucking with him.
ă»He doesn't care though, he loves you and your stupidity.
ă»Actually finds himself asking you more and more questions just to see how far your imagination goes.
TOM:
ă»this cunt will laugh at you
ă»Let's out a few chuckles when you said something dumb for the first time
ă»He then realised you weren't joking and were actually serious đ
"Why doesn't earth just..fall? Why are we floating?"
"..."
"..."
"M/N..- what the fuck is wrong with you."
ă»Sometimes he just agrees with whatever your saying and encourages you to go on, seeing how long he can go without chuckling
ă»He's not judging you- he actually really loves this about you.
ă»He will NEVER admit it but his heart melts whenever you say the dumbest shit.
ă»He tries not to correct you for the sake of your ego đ€·đ»đ€·đ»
GEORG:
ă»He's like a dad with a dumb kid in this situation đ
"Georg- does carbonated water have carbs?"
"Not exactly, M/N. The reason for this is....."
ă»He'd explain everything to you bro đȘ
ă»Very unlike Tom.
ă»I feel like he's fine with whatever you say but like physical things get to him
ă»Like for example if you just mopped the floor and he comes in, stepping into the room as he nearly slips and grabs onto whatever piece of furniture will secure him.
"Oh by the way, Georg, the floor is wet. So be careful going in the room!"
"...Thanks."
ă»He can't help but chuckle to himself
ă»He nearly sprained his ankle but he didn't really care- he finds it cute how oblivious you are.
ă»You make him happy and thats all that matters to him.
GUSTAV:
ă»His brain stops processing for a minute.
ă»Stares at you for a minute as he thinks of something to say back.
"I'm so confused... Is an egg a fruit or vegetable?"
".. Good question. Why don't you look it up?"
ă»Like Tom he cant help but let out small guffaws and chuckles
ă»He has a few small burns on his fingertips from cooking with you.
"Oh Gustav can you check the pan?"
"Yeah sure, M/N...OH FUCK! -"
"Watch out, the stoves on!"
ă»At the end of the day he doesn't really care
ă»He love you way to much, like it's actually concerning how much he loves you.
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Hi ! Here cottage life with Lilia and the Knight of Dawn as Silver mom in the past Anon (I think I will need to find myself an smiley-)
First, thank you ! I'm happy this idea please you and other people đ
But yes this OT3 is so so cute- My brain run free for it since then.
The relationship those three have...it's just melting my heart đ„č The perfect trio. Lilia is a bit jalous that the first baby isn't from him -bat boi have his pride- but he just love Silver so much it doesn't matter much đ„ș Little funny fact about Lilia/Knight bromance: before Silver birth, him and the Knight (need to find a proper surname for him-) had a discussion. Like they didn't know who was the father between them, they had a unique way to deal with it: after the baby birth- when who is the father will be more clear- the guy that isn't the bio dad would name the baby. So no one would felt left away from the family.
Lilia blessed the baby at birth, and like in Chapter 5, the baby hair turned white. So Silver's name was back like that đ
So much things about them...like, rumors runs fast thanks to the forest fairies. But the little family -except when Lilia is called to the castle- don't go often outside to not scare any fairy. So...one day, a toddler Silver ran away to the famous "Castle" were "Dada Lilia" was kept against his will by "This cruel brat of a Princess who want him to "babysit" (Something really cruel and scary from Dada Lilia word-). So Meleanor first encounter with Lilia rumored "son" was this child -monkey- pleading her to -politely- give his Dada Lilia back.
And this is only some funny story đ The guilt our time traveler could felt is also interresting. Silver was born and will grow up way before what he was supposed to do. Did this child is -will be- even the same Silver she knew ? And he will never met Sebek in this life. Will this child will be ressentful ? What kind of right does she have to change history -fate- like that ? What will happen if she dissapear, like she came- and go back to her time ? What will happen to her new found family, her husbands, her child ?
But a single giggle of her lovely silver haired baby is enough to make her worries dissapear in a smile. How scary it is, to be so happy at the point you fear the day it will be end.
(References: Fanfic, Ask 1, Ask 2)
Hello Cottage Life Anonie đ»đșđ
Iâm labeling you Cottage Life Anonie until you find a emoji or nickname you prefer âșïžđș please feel free to choose whichever that makes you comfortable and happy.
Anonie you have no idea how happy I was when I saw you in my inbox, I was already kicking my feet in excitement âșïžđș
Hehehe my evil plan of getting more people to like this OT3 is working đđ lolol Iâm really happy that you and others like it. It makes me happy and Iâm glad I can share these thoughts with others who like it too.
A knight of dawn x reader x lilia vanrouge pairing has so much potential and routes that Iâm just thrilled at all the possibilities đđ
Lilia being jealous of the first child not being his is adorable. I can just see him make that face that says heâs pouting but denying it đ but he adores Silver so much and heâs also your child, so how could he no love him? Baby Silver with his glittering eyes and you just being so loving with him is perfect.
I adore that agreement Knight and Lilia had about naming the child. Itâs so sweet and smart! And another way to include the mutual partner! No one is left out and everyone is loved đ„č itâs so sweet!! (We need a name for Dawny, I hope we get one for him in twst đ)
Oh oh Anonie! Now that you mention the hair color change, some theorize (because of the sprite) that the upper layers of Knightâs hair is blond and the bottom layers are silver!! So if thatâs the case, Lilia just turned Silverâs hair fully silver which is also what Dawny has on his lower tresses so this bromance keeps getting sweeter and the connection is still there đ„č
Absjsjshs tiny Baby Silver just toddling away to the castle to save his Dada Lilia like a true knight in shining armor!!! Thatâs so freaking adorable đ„čđđ I can imagine that the little fairies that love Silver and love mischief helped teleport him to the castle where he meets Meleanor and Lilia. You have this sweet child asking so nicely and the Queenâs heart just melts (she also adores his bravery). Meleanor then tries to smite Lilia because of the âbrattyâ comments đ€Łđ€Ł
Now I can imagine Meleanor require a weekly dinner with everyone, she can see Baby Silver, and if malleus is hatched, he can have a playmate. She can also meet the Knight and the Reader (not on the battlefield for once). Itâs awkward at first but nothing that time and Silverâs bubbly laughter canât fix đ„čđ
Thereâs so many angst potentials! Ahhhh the guilt of the time traveler wife. Silver not growing up with Sebek, not living in the same timeline ( would his friend be mama zigvolt in this case? đ€).
Would wife tell the husbands about her situation? What happened in her timeline? I feel like if they knew they would understand, and their hearts would ache from the sacrifices she made to have them be happy. đ„čđ
I want to focus a little bit on the if she ever went back to the present, well, this new present thatâs the same yet so different. I feel like if YN did go back she would at first be devastated once she realizes sheâs back and what she lost. But but but, we have powerful fairies on our side. đđ
I believe in this case, with the help of Meleanor and Lilia (maybe even Levan? Heâs smart so he might know more about it). They would put both Silver and The Knight of Dawn to sleep until they are reunited with YN đ„čđ
So, this would solve a few problems actually! Sebek would be in the picture again, and we have Malleus and his parents, and of course, we have Lilia too.
Lilia could be waiting for YN at the spot she said she was teleported from the first time and they could have their reunion before waking the other two. đ„čđđ The reunion would be so sweet between the four. Lilia was waiting but at least he had his sister and baby malleus and the rest of his family and friends while he waited. He can go to that cottage and relive memories and remind himself of his loves.
The way this OT3 AU has a grip on me đđđ
Anonie, Anonie, I am shaking you.
âHow scary it is, to be so happy at the point you fear the day it will be end.â This line!! This line!! Oh my heart. đđđ
Thank you for sending this in Anonie đđș, ahhh Iâm enjoying this so much and my mind is whirling with so many possibilities. Youâre my partner in crime now âșïžđș
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Still in my stepmom reader x bratty stepdaughter wonyoung brain rot đ”âđ«
hehehdsjkdfc so glad people still like that idea!
idk about stepdaughter wony being a brat, she's mostly a good girl bcs her mommy is so nice and sweet that she doesn't wanna do anything to upset you lmao đ but it's not like she can hold a perfect record of being that 'good girl' so she has her little bratty days!
like maybe you and her attended a little charity event! her dad isn't around bcs he's busy with his job so it was just you and her,, but wony can't really have fun bcs you're walking around talking with these other mommies and pretty girls, all older and more mature than wony that she kind of gets a bit snobby by the end of the party bcs she's jealous đ her sitting on the passenger seat with her arms crossed and that queen bitch look on her face,, putting your hand on her thigh but she moves away, huffing and rolling her eyes??
you kindly asking wony to help you bring your bags n coats in and stuff and she does do that, but she does it in that angry-obedient type of way that kids do whenever they're acting up but are scared to actually make their parents mad đ
"you're being a bit rude, hon." you're saying while hugging her from behind :(( she's trying so hard to ignore you but your touch just melts her </3
"you barely talked to me all evening. i guess you have a preference, huh? are those pretty unnies a better than company than your daughter?" wony was pouting oh she was so cuteee đ
ddskhkdj omgg you sitting down on the couch and pulling her to your lap,,, your hand in between her legs, gently feeling up her drenched pussy :(( wony was still upset but she can't help but lean into your touch... whining and whimpering every time your thumb brushes she clit,,
"you know you have my heart at all times, baby... those unnies don't matter either, you're the prettiest girl i've ever known..." you're saying while kissing her beautiful collarbone and leaving marks there,,, oh wony is the cutest đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
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Thank you for responding đđđ lol he IS a runner dog. Leave the door open for even a tiny bit and heâs gone in the blink of an eye.
So speaking of dogs/cats do you think AK Jason would ever get a pet?
Iâve always thought of Jason as a dog person (I think in the comics itâs mentioned he had a dog named sparky and he had a pitbull (â€ïž) in RHATO) but as for AK Jason I donât really have any thoughts on a pet situation. If he did get a dog I could see it maybe as a move for mental or emotional support⊠(I mean I got my own dog so I could have company, learn responsibilities and get exercise. I love him so much đ„ș)
But ohhhh just thinking of Jason coming home and the dogs going nuts cause âdadsâ home just melts my heart
(Gunna be đ» anon in case I do any future requests haha đ)
FIRST OFFICIAL REGULAR ANON THIS FEELS SO COOL!
đ» anon, in my brain he has or gets a dobermann. (mainly bc i have one) BUT UR SO REAL, a dogâs responsibility and bond is something he slowly comes to accept and love AND UR SO RIGHHT HIS DOG WOULD LOVE HIM SMMM
THIS GOT SO LONG SO IM JUST TURNING IT INTO
Ak!Jason Todd With A Dog Headcanon
I think a dog would be really helpful with Jason accepting love.
I think at first itd be hard to him but as the dog grows, jason starts getting it. Why people love having animals so much, their simplicity of love, loyalty, and innocence becomes a virtue to him.
the routine and companionship <3
jasons dog ends up being the reason he has to get up everyday, a responsibility that isnât based on the foundation of a legacy but a bond, a seemingly simple bond.
nothing over the top either. a simple transaction of ill give you anything you need and ill give you everything i have.
and once he comprehends his dogâs loyalty, and how much his dog gives him and the little he gives his dog compared to as much as hes given others
ITS SO OVER, HEâD LIGHT UP 80 MFS IN A WALMART PARKING LOT FOR HIS FUCKIN DOGâ
just him thinking about the fact how such little things can turn into an oddly complex relationship
realistically this dog doesnât even get to see most of his life, but heâd be there for all of the dogs
and then he gets it, how much it means.
FUCK I LOVE MY DOGGG MY BABY MY BABY
and your honor, heâd love a dobermann so much.
OKAY, a lot of people see Dobermanns as big scary breeds but i have one and he is so the opposite (turns out a lot of dobermanns are)
The whole reason Dobermanns couldnt be uses as war dogs anymore is because of how loyal they are. They couldnât function properly if they werenât with the person that trained them.
They latch onto someone and will only ever fully listen to that ONE person.
So I think a dog like this would be really nice for jason, with this along with thinking about how much mine helped me out / the way mine improved my mental.
yes im projecting bc i love my dog so much
Dobes are high maintenance when it comes to exercise, so i think Jason would really enjoy the scheduling one puts him on.
one walk should be an hour and some change long and they need at the very least TWO of these a day
so i think i like that it gets him outside and he gets to bond with his dog without having to do some over the top play session
jason also canonically did track if Iâm not wrong, and because of him having a military schedule, i can totally see him doing morning jogs or just some random long ass walk with his dog at like 4AM
My dobes follows me, even if i move to a separate part of my couch he always moves to lay by my feet. so ill think of Jays dog just laying in a room where he trains, jason just enjoys the presence of his dog.
NOT TO PROJECT ON HIM TOOOO MUCH but jason definitely has full blown conversations with his dog, or just randomly starts venting to him
and the dog always does some silly shit that has him biting back a smile
or the dog just rests his body against his and jason just feels like its listening so he just keeps goin
idk if you guys every see a dobermann get excited but they start running around and they look like a stupid deer and Jason canât not smile at it.
makes jason feel especially good when he comes home and the dogs so excited
jason could come home after the worst night shift in his fuckign vigilante life and canât help his smile bc of the way his dog runs up to him
heâll be so fuckin annoyed but as soon as his silly long faced ahh dobermann run up to him, hes cheesing so hard.
especially bc of the way the dog slips around bc of his smooth tile/wooden floor
Dobermann also have weirdly distinct and human personalities, a long with being smart as shit so i think itd stimulate jasons brain a lot
jason would try to teach his dobermann to be more of a guard dog, but the dobes would only show his training when hes protective of jason. Everything else, he just like jason is just.. standing.
his dog is also awkward, but i also think his dog has anxiety, more specifically attachment anxiety bc Jason spoils the shit out of him.
projecting so bad but jason could be having a mental breakdown and his dobes will come up to him and start whining for a walk, and that walk, that schedule just helps jason get back on track so much.
gets his gears turning, just the sense of normalcy he finally is getting.
he stops crying while leaving the house or getting ready to go, by the end of the walk, hes still sad, really fucking sad, but a calm kind of sad, he doesnât wanna punch a wall, or fight someone, or drown himself in whiskey, he just wants to lay down with his dog and go to bed.
and then when he gets home he continues his dogs routine
he gives him water and food, he checks his paws for glass of anything stuck while he drinks or eats so heâll stay still because his dog always waddles away if hes not pre-occupied, heâll wipe his dogs face cause its always so wet and messy after he eats, and they lay down on a his couch and falls asleep.
:( loves his dog sm, just grounds him
and what kills jason about it, is the dog probably doesnât even comprehend that.
heâd literally die for his dog.
dobes just walking up to jay and wanting his affection and jason will always at the very least rest his hand on his head which for most dobermannâs is the only thing they need.
the first time jason ever really felt connected to his dog is when it comes up to him and lays by him while heâs sitting on the floor after a bad night, he likes it because the dog has the full ability to go lay on a bed or his couch but he chooses to cold, hard floor, just because jasons there.
just how mundane it is having a dog makes him feel so normal kefhidjdkd kisses him
i love dogs, i like dogs with training issues, i like dogs that get a little more nervous then others, i like dogs that have been through something, i like dogs that seem just a little more human then other dogs. i love dogs
anyway heres my dog
sniffle sniffle sob sob laying on the floor with my dog as we speak, requests / inbox is open if you wanna drop something
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Touch me gently
Tess Servopoulos x Joelâs daughter!reader
Prompt ( summarised ) - Joelâs daughter reader who is in love with/ secretly dating Tess. Reader is a virgin and itâs their first Time, possibly AU. Also paired with a similar request from devnmon: â okay so hear me out: momâs best friend!tess taking your virginity uhm⊠đ§ââïžâ
A/N- first off. To clarify. Readers age is not exactly specified but they are 20+. Original promoter asked for reader to be 18 and that felt too icky for me. But yk. Itâs self insert. Do what you will, but it is mentioned that reader is an adult and somewhere in their 20s. Anyways. I was actually happy to have this change for some gentle smut. You guys just wanna get fuckin body slammed by her, let her be soft! đđ I twisted the prompt around quite a bit honestly. But. Here we are. This is a no outbreak au. Only proof read once.
Warnings- 18+ || implied age gap, Virgin/inexperienced reader, and the awkwardness that comes with it, smut: oral ( r receiving), fingering ( t and r receiving ) /mutual masterbation
Word count- 6.8k
Reblogs and comments are always appreciated/ encouraged <3
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Youâd never really thought youâd be one for keeping secrets. Especially from Joel. As far as father-daughter bonds went, you liked to think yours was pretty damn strong. Your mother had left you before your baby brain could even attempt to form memories, so all youâd ever known was Joel. And you were quite content with that. You were incredibly close.
So there was never a reason to keep secrets. Not until she turned up.
Tess.
Tess had shown up one random Wednesday in the middle of June. Youâd looked an absolute sight. The sweltering Texas summer was settling in and you were sat in front of an electric fan, Joelâs old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts your choice of attire, hair scraped off your face as much as possible. Very much not expecting company any time soon and just trying to remember a time when you were cool, and not melting your face off.
And then Joel had come home, early rather than late for once, with her in tow.
Youâd actually been a little shell shocked. Even now though you still werenât entirely certain if it was because she was looking at you whilst you looked like some feral dog that had just been plucked from a pet shelter, or because you were quite certain you fell in love on sight. Maybe it was both.
It was probably both.
She looked a little out of place in your cosy, sickeningly Texan home. In her neat pant suit. All tailored lines and somehow not even breaking a sweat. You didnât think you or Joel had ever owned anything that⊠crisp. You had come to learn over the time of knowing her that that was purely a work look, and she was just as rugged and down to earth as you and Joel were. But still. In the moment⊠she was like a shiny new Penny. And you were a magpie with its eyes locked on the glimmering thing from a distance.
â this is my daughter, who I told you about. Kiddo come say hi. This is Tess â you were pretty sure itâd taken you a little longer than socially acceptable to move, very much staring. Jaw slightly agape â hello? Anyone home? â youâd scrambled to your feet and made some attempt to look a little more presentable.
Heâd explained how she had moved in across the street, and he had offered to price up some work for her. You could barely string a sentence together to properly introduce yourself. Youâd never seen anyone like her. All sharp features that almost bordered on being harsh, but her eyes were soft. Warm. And they were looking right back at you.
Joel and her had become friends pretty quickly. In fact youâd teased him at first for having a crush on her, even if it did sound a little bitter from time to time. Because you had a crush on her. A really fucking big one. And wouldnât that just be a kick in the teeth if your dad started dating her? Youâd be like something out of one of those crappy books youd read. Falling in love with your⊠would she be your stepmom? You did not want to be thinking about that.
At all.
But thankfully it turns out that even if Joel did have a little something for her, it was well and truly pointless.
â Sheâs not exactly into.. my type â heâd said when youâd subtly tried to bring it up as you sat ready for a movie night one time.
â contractors? â
â yeah. Sheâs got this god damned grudge against contractors â heâd said with a mock look of seriousness before laughing and swatting your arm playfully â no. She ainât into guys. Thatâs why sheâs moved here, divorced her wife. Last year. Wants a new start and all that- are you gonna make that popcorn or not? â
And that had really set things in motion.
It was like youâd been permanently stood at a red light since sheâd arrived, engine revving and ready to speed forward and see if you were delusional about the way she always looked at you or not. And now? Now it was flashing green, telling you to go.
Youâd made every excuse possible to go across the street to her house, tailing after Joel when he started work, eventually popping around on your own accord with cookies or the offer to share some takeout together because Joel was working late.
You couldnât remember the exact moment it had finally pushed past slightly awkward flirting, some random night 6 months down the line when youâd ended up showing her around your room after sheâd turned up at the front door. You were a little tipsy and you regretted ever picking up a glass to this day. Because it had made your brain foggy so that you couldnât quite remember the exact moment sheâd kissed you. Or had you kissed her? Either way it didnât matter. Youâd kissed.
Sheâd broken it off suddenly, rambling apologies and an excuse to get out of the house- much to your confusion. Then you hadnât seen her for over a week. Avoiding you completely until you grew bored of it and knocked on her door relentlessly until sheâd answered you. Maybe youâd looked a little insane. But what else were you supposed to do?
Sheâd eventually invited you in and after a mildly awkward discussion- and another kiss- youâd finally come to the agreement that you were both idiots.
That had all been 8 months ago. And now you were sneaking around like a pair of lovesick teenagers.
It felt odd keeping it from your dad. Heâd known about every awkward part of your slightly lack lustre love life. From the awkward kiss of your then boyfriend at prom, to the first time youâd kissed a girl, to the hideous break up with said girl on your 21st birthday of all days.
He accepted and listened and understood it all, being the mother youâd never known and the father you had all in one. But something told you he wouldnât quite understand this one.
She wasnât all the different in age than he was. Somewhere in her early 40s? He wouldnât understand it. Not at all. Heâd go all âprotective dadâ mode you knew it. You were grown ass adult yet he still looked at you like you were 13. In his eyes you probably always would be.
You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you couldnât bring yourself to do it. You couldnât risk the highly likely chance that he wouldnât get it, make it even harder to spend time with her. It could ruin everything. Not just with you and Tess, but with you and him.
You couldnât put that at risk.
So sneaking around had become the norm for you both. Sometimes you could get away without even needing to make an excuse, when sheâd come over to see Joel for one of their beer and card nights with Tommy and sheâd excuse herself for a moment and seek you out. Or when Joel was out at work and you go across the road to visit.
It wasnât ideal. But it was working for the most part. So you werenât going to mess with the flow.
Even if it didnât always work out exactly as you wanted. Like the present night. Joel had been lacking in work for most of the week and youâd barely had chance to see Tess, so when heâd finally gotten some work and said heâd be home late youâd jumped at the chance. Youâd made some story up about your friend breaking up with her boyfriend, needing you to go over and see her. That youâd probably stay the night.
In reality youâd simply crossed the street when youâd finished work and had been there all evening. Sheâd clearly missed you as much as you had missed her, sheâd barely let go of you since youâd arrived.
You couldnât actually recall how long youâd been in the current situation, sat in her lap half undressed, lips swollen from how much she had kissed you. Things were progressing a little more than they normally did. Your sundress had been pushed from your upper half, hanging around your waist, and you didnât even know where youâd thrown her tshirt.
Youâd never gone further than that. With her or anyone. You usually made some excuse to stop before she could strip you out of anything else. Any excuse of Joel being home soon, of needing to get home to bed. Anything.
Its not that you didnât want to. God did you want to. You thought about it constantly. How many times had it been that youâd woken up with your underwear ruined, or found your mind drifting off when it was quiet at work, daydreaming about her with every silent moment you got.
You were just⊠scared. Because she was older. She knew more. Sheâd been married for fucks sake, she obviously knew what she was doing. What if you were bad at it? What if she broke up with you the day after because she couldnât believe how awful you were? It all boiled down to the same situation as it did with Joel. You didnât want to put what you had in the present at risk.
Youâd grown too attached. Too used to having her around. To being with her. You couldnât and wouldnât do anything to jeopardise that. No matter how badly you wanted it.
She wanted it too. You could tell. Simply from the way one of her hands was fiddling loosely with the back of your bra and the other squeezing softly at the flesh of your ass. She never did anything without asking you first. Would never push you. And you wondered if you finally had the courage to go after what you wanted. Youâd already been braver than you thought and something was yelling at you in your head, telling you to stop being so stupid. To go after what you wanted.
But another part was telling you no. Some deep rooted anxiety that it could ruin everything threatening to overwhelm you.
â are you okay? â she asked suddenly, pulling you out of your head and lifting her face from where sheâd been working at your neck. Sheâd become quite the expert at leaving trails of love bites just out of the sight of Joel. Always placing them where your shirt would hide them from view. But still in a place you could see them, could trail your fingers over the blossoms of bruises in the mirror and remember how her lips felt.
â sorry- yeah I just- â you sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment on your face â sorry â Tess frowned and reached up, brushing her fingers across your cheek and tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.
â want me to stop? You look tired â you shook your head and ran a hand over your face â whatâre you thinking about? Come on. Tell me â You debated telling her. Fear of embarrassment looming over your head making it harder to voice your thoughts â if itâs too much- â
â no. No. Itâs not I just. Look can I tell you something? But you canât laugh â she raised an eyebrow but nodded.
â you can tell me anything. You know that â you avoided her eyes, tracing your fingers lightly over her collarbones instead and across the faint white mark of a scar. One day youâd ask her how sheâd got it.
â I know you want- want us- well. You know⊠and I want to as well itâs just. Iâve never like- god this is so embarrassing â you groaned hiding your face in your hands.
â ohh â Tess said softly, clearly all her confusion suddenly vanishing like a mist clearing â never? â
â donât laugh â you groaned, dropping your face onto her shoulder making her chuckle. She cradled your head with her hand and ran the other lightly up and down your spine, instantly relaxing you.
â Iâm not laughing baby. Itâs not a bad thing. Look we donât have to if you donât- â
â no â you said a little too quickly, lifting your head again. I want to. Just⊠slow. Yeah? â her eyes ran over your face for a few moments, clearly looking to see if you were completely certain. So you leaned forward and kissed her, telling her without having to actually say it out loud.
â only if youâre sure â she said quietly against your lips, brushing hers against yours.
â Iâm sure â you whispered.
She gave another small nod and dropped her head again, her lips back on your neck but gentler. Soft, wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and your chest . Pushing at your bra strap as she went, following the path across your shoulder with her lips. You felt all the anxiety melting away, your bones turning to mush.
Her hands were everywhere, soft and gentle in their exploration as they slid up your back, holding you close against her as she worked at easing you into a completely relaxed state.
You realised that as much as your fear had been prominent only a few moments ago, it was almost nonexistent now. There was still that heavy, anxious weight lingering in your chest. But only barely. Enough that you could ignore it and focus on the stronger emotions, the desire. The lust. The way it felt to know that you were desired. That she lusted for you. That she loved you.
â can I take this off? â she asked softly, her hands trailing lightly over the lace material of your bra. She squeezed softly and you were desperate to know what her fingers would feel like without the material in the way.
â yes â she removed your dress completely first, pulling it over your head from the spot it had been looked in around your waist. Then her fingers were nimble as she reached around and unhooked the clasp, sliding your bra from your shoulders and dropping it down beside her. Your eyes fell closed again, feeling so incredibly exposed. Vulnerable. But also⊠safe. Knowing that there wasnât a single other soul on earth youâd be comfortable sitting there like that with.
â so beautiful â Tess whispered, her warm hands cupping your tits in her hands and pressing a kiss to your jaw. It felt strange to feel her hands on you in a place they had never been, squeezing and caressing. Nipples pebbling beneath her fingers as she whispered sweet things in your ear, not really even taking in what she was saying but relaxing at the low hum of her voice.
You felt a little strange being so undressed when she wasnât. So before your anxiety could overwhelm you, you gingerly reached out for her. Pawing awkwardly at her own bra in some silent request to get her to take it off too.
She got the hint and you felt her smile against your skin, reaching behind her to remove it and adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.
â that better? â she asked and you nodded, reaching out with cautious hands, touching softly. She let you explore, let you touch her, watched you as you looked in awe at the way her nipples hardened under your fingertips. She sat there far more confidently than you were, you silently hoped youâd be that confident in front of her one day.
You were surprised at the way touching her so intimately made you feel. How it made you squirm lightly where you were sat in her lap. She seemed to notice, smiling and sliding her hands around your back to pull you in closer, her lips back on your skin.
Her chest pressing against yours and her lips caressing every inch they could reach, made your own lips part in a blissful sigh. Her skin so soft against yours, burning hot and prickling with desire in every place that your bodies connected. It felt⊠romantic though too. She wasnât speaking yet you knew how much she loved you, how deeply she was attempting to show it.
It almost confused you how you could mingle such deep affection with the ever growing presence of you lust for her.
You could hardly sit still, your cunt begging to be touched. The fabric of your underwear offering not even the lightest amount of friction.
And sheâd barely done anything to you. You wondered if you should be embarrassed. Or if sheâd like it.
She seemed to pick up on your restlessness and she looked up at you again.
â baby, lie down for me? Let me help you? â she asked, cupping your face in her hands and peppering kisses across your cheeks. You let her lay you down, hands never leaving you for even a second. Kissing you as you sank into the soft pillows of her bed, the smell of her shampoo and her perfume that lingered in her sheets filling your senses.
She ran her hands across your hips and squeezed softly at your thighs, silently appreciating every part of your body that she could get to. Even though the Summer heat of the day had dissipated now that night had fallen, the room still felt stiflingly hot. Your skin burning in every place that she touched you. Or maybe you were imaging it. You couldnât tell.
She sat back, taking a moment to look down at you, her eyes trailing slowly along your body. You found you didnât feel even remotely self conscious now, the things you didnât like about yourself and usually poured over in the mirror no longer bothered you. Not when she was looking at you like that. Not when she was gazing down at you like you were a piece of art. Looking at you as if you were the moon and the stars combined.
â so perfect. Look at you â she said it almost blissfully, like she couldnât quite believe you were right there in front of her â youâre so beautiful, did i tell you that? â you smiled as she leant back over you brushing her lips over yours lightly.
â youâve mentioned it once or twice â
â well do you believe me? â your silence was her answer â then Iâll tell you until you do â your cheeks flushed and you couldnât help the smile that grew on your face as she kissed you again. Youâd never tire of kissing her. Never tire of the feeling of her nose bumping yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, the taste of her. Youâd kiss her until you were dizzy, desperate for air â or I can show you? Do you want me to? â
You didnât need to think about it, simply whispered a yes and felt your heart beat faster in your chest.
She trailed her lips down your chest, between the valley of your breasts stopping for a moment to smother them in kisses too. Her tongue hot and wet as she licked at your nipple before entrapping it between her lips. It sent sparks straight to your already throbbing clit, making you wonder if theyâd always been that sensitive. Or if she was just working magic.
â feels good? âThe cool air from her breath against your wet skin sent goosebumps prickling across your chest and she smiled giving the same attention to the other.
â mhm. Yeah â
She soon continued downwards and across the soft skin of your belly, making you shiver as she reached your underwear, her lips pressing softly just above the cotton material keeping your cunt covered from view. Your heart was pounding in your chest, head racing with ridiculous thoughts of if what you had to offer her was good enough. Pretty enough. Would it look right? Weird? Would she think about how much better her wifeâs was?
â stop panicking â she said, suddenly moving back up above you â baby â she cupped your face in her hand, brushing her thumb across your cheekbone â we donât have to do this. I can stop â
â no. No. I want to. Just nervous â she gave you a warm smile and nodded before pressing a kiss to your forehead
â I know. But itâs just me. Iâm not gonna hurt you â
â I know â she scanned your face with her eyes, reading you in a way you wished you could do to her. Maybe you would with time.
â just tell me. If you need me to stop. Okay? â
â yes â she kissed you again, not moving back down until she felt your tension melting away again. And when she did move back down your body, planting herself between your legs, your bones were mush again. She ran her hands softly along your thighs, goosebumps following in their wake.
â can see how wet you are â she said with a smile, your face burning as she brushed her fingers over the soaked cotton. Had you really soaked your panties through? Your face was on fire, but you shivered at the barely there feel of her fingers ghosting over your soaked cunt â can I take these off baby? â
You nodded embarrassingly quickly but she didnât say anything, simply hooked her fingers into the material and carefully pulled them down your legs, dropping them onto the floor. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see her reaction as she placed her hands back onto your thighs again.
â donât hide from me. Let me see you â it took you a moment and the gentle coaxing of her fingers on the squishy flesh of your thighs, but she managed to make you move. She pushed your legs apart, another shiver slivering up your spine as the air in the room hit your wetness. She took a sharp intake of breath and you mentally prepared yourself for some Excuse for her to stop. But of course it never came â Jesus youâre so fuckin wetâ
She sounded almost amazed. That it was shocking that you could ever possibly be so aroused by her. Which made you wonder if she was having thoughts just as ridiculous as your own. You still couldnât open your eyes, so you gasped when your felt her press a soft kiss to the inside of the thigh, lips drawing closer and closer inwards.
â this okay? â
â yeah â it came out as barely a whisper, too focussed on the feel of her lips working at the soft untouched skin of your thighs. Then the cool sensation of her breath fanning over your cunt, your clit throbbing in a way that it never had before. Silently begging for something you couldnât ask her for. Simply because you didnât know.
You felt so exposed. Laying there completely bare for her, her face so close to you in the most intimate place possible. So close you could feel her soft breathing on your skin.
Her fingers were on you then, gently parting you like the petals of a rose.
â so. Fuckin beautiful like this â Tess whispered, making you squirm a little under her gaze â prettiest pussy ever â
â Tess â you whined her name in embarrassment and she chuckled lightly, pressing another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.
â remember to tell me to stop if itâs too much â you whispered a yes and gasped as you felt her tongue lick a slow and gentle line from your dripping entrance up to your clit. It was unlike anything youâd ever felt before. Unlike anything you could ever possibly have imagined.
You were pretty good at staying silent usually. Youâd practically trained yourself to not make a sound incase Joel heard you. So the soft moan that escaped your throat took you by surprise , embarrassment flooding your face and making you try to close your legs. But she held you carefully in place
â donât be embarrassed. Itâs just us here. You donât need to be quiet. Itâs okay baby. I want to hear you, so I know youâre doing okay. Yeah? â she moved back in, her actions so small and gentle, circling your clit with her tongue in a way that drew a string of soft sounds out of you. You let your eyes flutter open, looking down at her desperate to see what she looked like.
You found her eyes already watching you, focussed firmly on your face as she set your entire body trembling with her actions. Your entire body tingled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, mesmerised by the sight of her face buried between your legs.
Youâd had dreams about it, had seen it behind closed eyes as you silently touched yourself in the shower or in bed at night. But nothing couldâve prepared you for the real thing. Nothing couldâve made you feel as good as she was. Her tongue touching places that no one else ever had, lips suckling at your clit in a way that made you see stars.
â you taste so good â she said, detaching herself from you for a moment and soothing a hand over your trembling legs â youâre doing so well baby. Want me to keep going? â
â yes. Yes. Please. Please more â she smiled and immediately went back to her previous actions, drawing another high pitched moan from your throat. Your head fell back again, the blinding hot pleasure she was giving you far too overwhelming to focus on looking at her anymore. She stayed slow. Soft. Gentle. Easing you closer and closer to the edge, tightening the knot deep in your belly.
You wondered how you had ever lasted this long in life without feeling like that. Though you doubted anyone else in the world could do it like her. Surely not a single other person on earth could make you feel the way she was, you were ruined for life. No one would ever compare, no one could ever make you feel better than that you were sure of it.
â Tess â you whimpered her name, not even sure what you were asking her for.
â you okay? Talk to me baby? â
â yeah I just⊠yeah â she soothed her hand up your body and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze â please donât stop â
â Iâve got you baby. I got you â she kept a hold of your hand and went back to her previous actions, lapping at your seemingly never ending arousal dripping from your entrance. You could hardly stay still, squirming in the sheets and feeling her fingers press lightly into your thigh to keep you in place. You squeezed her hand tightly, brain going foggy as she sucked a little harder.
You finally felt something that was familiar to you after a few more moments, the pressure and tightening.
Youâd never been able to make yourself come that fast and you werenât sure if you should be embarrassed or not. Especially when you involuntarily lifted your hips from the bed, some silent request for her not to stop. She squeezed your thigh lightly, acknowledging your needs without needing to speak.
â I think Iâm gonna- â
â I know. Itâs okay. Go ahead, show me how beautiful you look when you come for me â a few more gentle flicks of her tongue was all it took, sounds youâd never heard yourself make falling past your lips as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Youâd never come so hard before, shaking and twisting your hands into the bed sheets as she worked you through every single second. It seemed to last forever, a deep burning in your veins making your entire body feel blistering hot but still making you shiver.
You were trembling as you finally relaxed, body going slack against the sheets as she soothed her hands over your legs. She was whispering something but your ears were ringing too loudly to hear her properly, a stupid dopey smile spreading its way across your face.
She reappeared at your side, propping herself on her elbow beside you and trailing her fingers in patterns across your stomach.
â how you doing baby? â
â so good â you sighed, a small laugh bubbling past your lips â so fuckin good â
â you did so well. Proud of you â you reached up for her face, pulling her down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips and it shouldnât have made you feel the way it did. Desire swirling in your veins again and making you squeeze your legs together.
It made you want to taste her. To make her feel the way she had made you feel. But you didnât think youâd be particularly good at that. Not yet. But there were other ways. Other ways you had at least an inkling on how to do, practicing on yourself for so long had to be some use to her.
â Tess â you practically moaned against her lips, the thought of touching her making you almost dizzy with lust â would you⊠can you show me. Like how to- I wanna make you feel good too⊠you know⊠make you feel good. Maybe? Please? â she smiled almost sympathetically at your embarrassed attempt to ask her for guidance. She brushed your hair away from your face and nudged her fingers under your chin
â you donât have to. I wonât make you. Itâs your first time and that was a lot- â
â but I want to. Please. You just need to show me cause- please Tess â she seemed to deliberate it for a moment, her eyes scanning over your face before giving a small nod. She was a sucker for you. It never took her much to give in to whatever you wanted.
â alright. But. Maybe somethin a little easier to start, yeah? â you nodded, thankful that you didnât have to actually tell her you were terrified of repeating what sheâd just done to you.
You wondered if she was wet. If she was as wet as you. What would she feel like, what would she taste like on your fingers. How would she sound when she came. Could you even make her finish?
â do you ever touch yourself? â your cheeks flushed as she cut off your panicked thoughts. You nodded â itâs just the same â she took your hand in hers and gently guided you down between her legs, shifting slightly so you could see her more. You moved to get a better view, no shame in wanting to see her better.
She guided your hand down to touch her, your lips parting in awe as you realised she was wet. Maybe even as wet as you had been.
Yet you hadnât touched her. You hadnât done anything really. She was simply that wet from giving you pleasure. From looking at you. Touching you. Tasting you. It sent another moan slipping past your lips.
You felt her breath stutter, falling against your cheek, as you brushed your fingers over her clit.
â how do I⊠how do I know if you like it. Help me? â you whispered, eyes still glued on where you were curiously touching her.
You startled slightly as her fingers brushed over your still sensitive clit, pushing through your folds and moving down to circle your dripping hole.
â tell me to stop if you need me to but just, copy me. Okay? â she started rubbing slow circles onto your clit , your own hand halting for a moment as you got your bearings again before copying.
â like that? â you were slightly breathless, the feeling of your sensitive clit being touched again stealing all the air from your lungs â Tess? â
â like that. Like that â you wondered if she was as tightly strung as you were. You wondered if she had been thinking about this night for months like you had. Had she lay in bed at night, hand toying with her cunt and thinking about you? Had she desperately gotten off to the thought of tasting you or having you taste her? You wanted to know what she looked like when she came. Wanted to see her face relax with bliss, hear the sounds she would make.
â fuck thatâs so good â you whined, trying to focus as best you could on moving your fingers and not getting distracted by the masterful way she was touching you.
â wanna try something a little more? â curiosity won out and you nodded. A slightly pathetic whimper of a sound bubbled past your lips as she moved her fingers down, circling your entrance slowly â I think you can take two, yeah? â she slowly pushed past the resistance at your entrance, your mind blanking at the odd feeling. It felt so different to when you did it yourself. Maybe her fingers longer or bigger. You didnât know. But she seemed to be reaching places you hadnât even known were there.
â f-fuck â you breathed out, trying to refocus yourself on the task at hand. Trying to remember you were supposed to be making her feel good now. But you faltered again as she curled her fingers, hitting some devastating part of you that had your eyes falling closed â Tessâ
â you okay? I can stop â
â no. Fuck. No just. Youâre distracting me â you said with a soft laugh, pressing your face into her neck with a smile.
â you asked me to show you â you could hear the smile in her voice and she pressed a kiss to your head â you can try now. Iâll let you â you looked down at where your own hand still hadnât really moved and you did as she had. Cautious, soft hands, your fingertips running over every part of her, tracing along the slick folds and ridges of her cunt. Marvelling in how different it felt to feel her under your fingers instead of yourself.
She let you be curious, let your hands wander and explore. Let you be silently vulnerable and inexperienced with no judgment at all. She made small noises into your hair, small quick intakes of breath when you brushed over her clit, a gentle hum of a sound when you swirled your finger softly around her entrance. Gathering her arousal on the pads of your fingers and feeling her muscles contract beneath them.
You wanted to taste her too. In the same way she had done to you. But you didnât quite feel brave enough for that yet. So you copied what she had just done to you, gently pushing your fingers into the welcoming warmth of her cunt.
â youâre so soft â you murmured more to yourself than her, awestruck at the feeling of her velvety soft walls fluttering around the intrusion of your fingers. She sighed blissfully, sucking you in until you couldnât go any further.
â thatâs it baby â her fingers shifted inside of you again, reminding you she was still there. Youâd gotten so caught up in her youâd almost forgot.
â u-upwards? â you asked as she curled her fingers inside of you, making your breath stutter
â mhm thatâs right â you did as she did, curling your fingers until she let out a soft moan, her face still pressed against your hair â you got it â you copied the rhythm she did, the feeling of her wet warmth clenching around your fingers paired with the way your own cunt fluttered and contracted around hers⊠it was almost too overwhelming.
The entire thing felt so unbelievably erotic yet so beautifully intimate. Your face still nuzzled into her neck, peaking slightly at the way your fingers disappeared inside of her. Her face pressed into your hair, stuttered breaths and soft moans. The sensuality of being wrapped up and pressed against her, working at each other in a steady rhythmic pace. The almost pornographic wet, sopping sounds coming from the both of you. Unsure exactly which of you it was.
Youâd never felt so vulnerable yet so safe. So loved. So cherished. Like you two where the only people alive, simply intent on making the other feel good, drawing each other closer and closer to the edge.
Her hand shifted a little, her thumb pressing lightly against your clit in a way that made you gasp. You didnât quite have the same precision as she did, your hand at an awkward angle and you felt her smile against you.
â keep up what you were doing. Feels so good, youâre doing so fuckin well. Keep going baby â you did as she asked, holding onto her arm as you felt her abusing a deliciously perfect spot inside of you.
â god donât stop â you whined, pressing your face further into her neck. Not sure how you were supposed to handle all the new feelings she was evoking in you.
You came first, which you had expected. Trapping her hand between your legs and clenching your eyes shut as you came over her fingers, moaning and whimpering as she made sure to draw it out for as long as possible.
â thatâs it baby. Fuck you look so pretty when you come for me, let me hear you. Thatâs it â she coaxed you through every single second, whispering an abundance of praise and love into your ear as you came down.
You winced lightly when she withdrew her fingers, suddenly feeling empty at the loss of her inside of you.
â holy shit â you breathed out as you caught your breath â I donât think I can do that to you â you said with a small laugh, remembering you still needed to get her off â I wanna make you feel that good. Tell me more. Help me? â
You were entranced as you watched her start circling her own clit with her fingers that were still coated in you, the two of you mingling together in a way that made your face flush so violently red you went light headed. You continued curling your fingers in the same way she had, even chancing scissoring them open like she had done to you. You practically beamed when you made her moan, knowing you were the one causing those sounds.
â thatâs it baby, keep doing that. Just like that for me okay? â you nodded, dumbfounded and unable to speak as you watched her touch herself, your fingers still moving inside of her and hitting the spot that made her moan in a way that went straight to your over sensitive cunt.
â am I doing it right? â
â mhm. Youâre doing so well. So well baby. Almost there â
The feeling of her coming on your fingers was something otherworldly. The sounds she made, the way her warm walls clamped around you to keep you where she wanted you. It drew another moan from your own mouth. You kept up your actions until she gently pushed at your hand, a small laugh leaving her throat
â too much baby. You can stop â you withdrew your fingers, awestruck at the sticky residue sheâd left on your fingers, the blissful and content look on her face.
She pulled you close against her, shuffling down so that you could lay your head on her chest and press soft kisses to your forehead.
You were both quiet, basking in the afterglow, content to just be together. Your slick skin slipping against each other as you shuffled to get impossibly closer to her. You could hear her heart beating steadily in her chest, her fingers trailing up and down your side lightly. The room was sticky and hot, sex filling the air. But you felt perfectly comfortable, safe.
And if your worst fears were to come true and she decided you were horrendous at getting her off. Then youâd be quite happy that that had been the first and the last. Youâd never felt more at peace.
â how are you feeling? â she asked after a few minutes, when sleep was starting to seep into your bones â you did so well. Sure youâve never done it before? â you giggled and shook your head
â never. I promise â
â and how do you feel now that you have?â
â perfect â you whispered not even embarrassed at how cheesy it sounded, not needing a second to even think about your answer â and tired. So fuckin tired â she smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
â shower first. Then you can sleep. Trust me. Youâll regret it in the morning if you donât â she chuckled and patted your arm lightly to make you sit up. You watched her walk around the bed, stretching her arms up above her head and groaning slightly as she stretched out her aching muscles. It felt⊠domestic. The way she was so unbelievably comfortable around you, showering together, sharing the bed afterwards. It made your heart pang.
You watched her as she walked around to your side of the bed with no shame, very much ogling her without a care. Even when she caught you â enjoying the view? â
You were. You absolutely were. And you hoped youâd get to enjoy it for quite a while longer.
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Ok so we all love Thrawn as a dad, but the idea of Thrawn coming back from exile to meet his baby granddaughter is rotting my brain and I need others to see my vision (and if you're taking requests when you get this, I'd love to hear your headcanons/thoughts about it)
Gilf Thrawn for the win! Granddad Thrawn is such a sweet thought tho... I'm melting, the softness, the sweetness, the tenderness... đđđ
Thrawn & Daughter!reader
Tags: tooth rooting fluff, reunion, single dad/granddad!Thrawn, daughter!Reader
Thrawn remains silent, simply observing the house in front of him.Â
He is sure this is the right address, but he somehow feels tense at the idea of knocking on the door.Â
So many years have passed. Ten years of complete radio silence while he was exiled. So many things must have changed.Â
He just hopes his daughter is doing okay. You were a teenager when he disappeared, now you must be an adult, with your life sorted out, you may not want him back...Â
He raises his hand and presses the doorbell. He is met by silence, only hearing his pounding heart until he hears hurried footsteps behind the door.Â
âComing!â A male voice responds.Â
Did he get the wrong address?Â
The door slides open to reveal a human male he has never met before.Â
âWhat do you... Oh!â The human simply says discovering Thrawn in full Grand Admiral regalia, his eyes rounding up in surprise.Â
They look into each other eyes in silence for a split second before the human turns towards the inside of the house.Â
âThitanu! I think you should come at the door!âÂ
New footsteps can be heard and a human female appears. Thrawnâs heart jumps. You are so grown up now! Â
You stop dead in your tracks with a shocked expression.Â
This is you, his daughter, his beloved kâeten, the joy of his heart, his pride.Â
â...Dad?âÂ
âChâeo kâeten.â He responds, incredulous himself.ïżœïżœ
â...How?âYou ask with a white voice like you were observing a ghost from a distant past.Â
âIt will be long to explain everything. Just know that I am back for good, Châeo Kâeten.âÂ
You raise your hand to your mouth, a broken sob escaping you.Â
âRe-really?âÂ
âYes. I am here for you now.â He opens his arms to invite you.Â
You throw yourself at him. You are taller now and with a mature face, but still as beautiful as in his memories. You hug each other tight, reveling in each otherâs presence and warmth.Â
âThitanu...â He whispers in his bliss, pressing you against his heart, â(Y/n)â.Â
It is so good to finally hug his daughter, after so long...Â
He kisses your forehead, inhaling your scent, sending his heart into a frenzy. Now that he is back he will not let you go! You will need protection in those future confused and violent times and he is perfectly capable of offering it to you.Â
You will travel with him on his ISD across the universe.Â
If you refuse to come with him he will make you move to one of his hideouts, where nothing could ever reach you and harm you. Your security is his top priority now!Â
You part from him suddenly with eyes full of excitation.Â
âI need you to meet someone urgently!â And you grab his hand and pull him inside in a hurry, so much so that he almost bumps into the human man. Â
You pull him all the way up the stairs, never letting him go for a second. You giggle and almost fly across the corridors of the house. You reach a door and you press your finger on your lips, ordering him to remain silent.Â
He nods, curious about that person you so desperately wants him to meet. You slowly opens the door to let him discover... a nursery.Â
His heart skips a bit, he turns back to you and you smile, absolutely radiant, inviting him to enter. He passes the door gingerly, not making a single sound, not even a breath, like the nursery would evaporate at any moment, and with it all its promises.Â
The room is colorful, filled to the brim with toys and plushies. He remembers buying some for you when you were still a very little girl. He is glad you kept them with you. He slowly approaches the crib in the middle of the room, holding his breath, full of anticipation.Â
He slowly discovers a baby, sleeping soundly with a snow bunny in their little fist. He leans forward to observe them closer. They must be between 4 to 6 months old, still tiny and fragile. They have the same skin tone as the human male, but the nose and hair are yours indubitably. Â
Magnificent... Simply magnificent.Â
He observes, fascinated, the baby wiggling under their plaid, pressing the plushie against themself. They suddenly stop moving to yawn a big time, opening their mouth in perfect âOâ, letting out the most adorable sound he ever heard.Â
âTake her in your arms.â You invite, approaching in his back.Â
âShe is deeply sleeping. I would rather not disturb her.â He refuses.Â
âNonsense. She can still sleep in your arms. Go on, take her, I know you want to.âÂ
Itâs true, he really wants to hold her in his hands.Â
But she is so small, and him so big...Â
What if he hurt her in some way? She looks so fragile, like she was made of thin glass.Â
âGo on. You will not hurt her, you never hurt me when you held me.â You insist.Â
He tentatively reaches for the baby, making sure to take her head delicately and support her body correctly.Â
Warrior, now that she is in his large hands she appears even smaller...Â
He lifts her slowly and carefully to bring her to his chest. She doesnât seem to wake up, perfectly at peace. Now that he has her in his arms, reality settles in his mind and heart.Â
He is a grandpa.Â
He has a granddaughter.Â
A legacy.Â
Another dear one to protect with all his might and power.Â
He never guessed he would have another family before adopting you when you were only a three-year-old. Grandchildren were a concept so far away, like an impossible dream. And then he got exiled to Peridea, never to see his daughter again.Â
In his mind, his family would stop with you.Â
But you kept going, you flourished and pushed through. You found yourself a companion and gave birth to a magnificent baby girl. His family is alive and well against his worst fears...Â
His family... is safe.Â
And now he is back.Â
With you.Â
Nothing will ever separate him from his family again!Â
He presses the baby against himself, reverently kissing her forehead like she was a saint figure that came to grace his dark existence.Â
âWhat is her name?â He whispers to not disturb the babyâs sleep, eyes fixated on the most beautiful being he ever saw beside you.Â
âThisaima.â You smile, caressing your babyâs head.Â
His heart jolts.Â
You chose a Chiss name.Â
To honor him.Â
Back when he met you on this now far away planet ravaged by war, the only miraculous survivor under your birth house rubbles, he asked you your name and kept it. He always addressed you as Thitanu, your Chiss name, and (Y/n), your birthname, leaving you the choice of your identity.Â
And today you chose a Chiss name for your daughter.Â
He is so grateful to you, you are giving him so much!Â
âWhat happened when I disappeared?â He asks finally.Â
âAunt Karyn took care of me. When you left us both on Coruscant to go to Lothal she stayed at our apartment for a bit. Then we learned your disappearance with the Chimaera. She really stepped up and took responsibility the best she could. She pushed me to get my diploma and helped me find a job. She did her best with me.âÂ
He owes a lot to Karyn Faro and way more than several years of diligent and loyal services it appears.Â
He looks back at his granddaughter, looking even more precious and fragile now. He cannot lose anyone else again.Â
He will not allow it.Â
Not anymore.Â
He kisses the babyâs forehead again, reveling in the softness of the skin. She giggles in her sleep.Â
âI am back to protect you both. I will not fail again.âÂ
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I'm bringing positivity (I hope) lol. Top 5 buddie hc on any or all of the following, from eddie pov pls!
1. Waking up together
2. Buck being a dad to Christopher
3. Buck's eyes
4. Marriage...like not just a proposal or a wedding, but the institution of marriage and what it means to commit via marriage to someone you love
Ahhhh hi babe!! I didnât get to post this yesterday cos my brain was melted post exam so sorry itâs late and thank you sm I love this ask!!!
Iâm not creative or artsy enough to give you beautiful descriptions but I can YAP
1. Weâve seen in the show that Eddie is like the organised morning person, wakes up, has a whole routine etc,
Buck gives off goes for a run and cooks in the morning energy but also heâs a disaster bisexual so as a fellow disaster bisexual I choose to headcanon that he is at his most unbearable in the morning, chugs down coffee and is disoriented for a good hour type of thing
So ofc eddie would be endlessly fond of this because heâs been up for ages and has just been giving utter heart eyes at sleeping snoring buck and now is met with awake slightly unbearable buck
2. First of all, the PTA loves him and who can blame them, but back to buddie, I think to Eddie itâs such a calming thing to be able to rely on another person like that, to be able to delegate or anything without feeling guilty or like youâre a bad parent, like he can trust Buck with the fun stuff but also the heavy stuff, but also with some of the 1,000 little responsibilities and obligations of parenthood and itâs just this relief and like equilibrium to it of being part of a unit
3. Iâm a SLUT for eyes, I donât know what I can say though honestly youâve seen them, Eddie definitely is pro buck wearing light blue tops because they do in fact do the Zoey deschanel in 100 days of summer effect
4. I feel like Eddie will have very mixed feelings on marriage, I think a part of him has a lot of guilt and resentment toward the institution of marriage, I think to him a part of him sees his to Shannon marriage as the start of the end for them.
Buck we know wants to be someoneâs husband SO bad, like bro came out of margretâs evil womb probably asking for an apron and some kids of his own, jokes aside I think that Buckâs abandonment issues and lack of self esteem longs for this BECAUSE in his eyes itâs the connotations of being chosen and being kept, like to him marriage is saying âout of everyone in the world I choose you and Iâm never gonna leave youâ so I think itâs very important to him and the idea of not having that eventually would definitely make his insecurities go brrrr
So Iâm an AVID enjoyer of all the fics where Eddie is very aware of this and like itâs a thingâąïž in their relationship- before the self healing ensues and Eddie realises itâs different this time
Iâm not sure how much I hit the âfrom Eddieâs Povâ bit of your ask cos idk how to but hope you like this, thanks anon!!!
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im not particularly sure this counts as a prompt so forgive me, but could i request something like⊠highschool sweethearts with bob (truly really has my brain in a loop all the time) or first date type jazz pretty please ! good wholesome Lt, Floyd đ«¶đ
YOUNG LOVE
aka The First of Many 'I Love You's
Oh, to be young and in love.
Pairing Bob Floyd x gn!Kazansky!reader, high school students AU
Theme pure Valentine's fluff
Warnings Ice being a cliche embarrassing dad; probably wrong timing of Ice's ranking? Just basing it off of some research đ
Word Count 602
Note trying to have this last stretch of Valentine's drabbles out before the month ends! Also watched some '86 clips of Val recently so just wanted to sneak him into this story đ thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy this, my love @roostersrooster đ
âI had a lot of fun tonight, Robby,â you smiled as you walked slowly to your front door, trying to make every second count before your curfew. He had gotten you home five minutes early, but you had no intention of walking in just yet.
He pulled away and looked at you incredulously with those bright eyes and squeezed your hand tighter in excitement. âReally?â
You nodded. âI always have fun with you, but tonight was really special.â
He stepped forward to give you a quick peck on the lips, but you leaned in further almost instantly, prolonging the kiss.
The two of you melted into each other with gentle touches. Just like every other kiss the two of you shared, it was slow, it was sweet, it wasâ
âSo,â a loud voice interrupted as your front door opened suddenly, revealing your dad looming over you and your boyfriend, âyouâre home early.â
You and Bob pulled apart just as quickly as your father appeared. Bob stepped a good two feet away from you just to be safe. Your father was generally nice towards him, but that didnât stop from having his bit of fun scaring the boy. Even so, Bob always felt intimidated by him.
âDonât mind me, just taking out the trash,â he said nonchalantly.
âDadâŠâ you grumbled.
He held up a poorly filled garbage bag. âWhat? I really am.â As he stepped out, he saw Bob standing beside him, and his face grew cold. âRobert.â
Bob tried to swallow down a gulp, âCaptain Kazansky.â You swore youâve never seen him turn red so fast.
Bob so desperately wanted to look away but he couldnât bring himself to as the old man stared him down. After a couple of seconds, your dad burst out into a laugh. He patted Bob on the backâa little too hardly, if Bob would ever admit it out loudâbefore throwing the garbage bag away in the bin down the driveway. You mouthed a âsorryâ to your boyfriend while you waited for your dad to get back inside.
Just before Ice entered the house, he turned to Bob. âThanks for bringing them home safely and on time, son.â
Bob nodded his head courteously, âOf course, Sir.â
âWell, you have a good night, Robert,â he said before gesturing for you to go inside with him, and the two of you waved your good nights to each other.
Bob waited for the front door to click shut before heading back to his car. He had just made it to the sidewalk when he heard the front door open and your voice calling out his name. Just as he turned around, you had bounded down the walkway to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you finished the kiss you shared before.
Both of you were out of breath as you pulled away ever so slightly.
âI love you,â you echoed his words from earlier tonight. It felt differentâbeing the one to say it first this timeâbut in a good way. You were sure that you would never get tired of saying it to or hearing it from him.
âI love you, too,â he smiled against your lips.
He pecked you one last time for the night, and you ran back inside and he drove home.
As you lay in bed that night, you couldnât go to sleep at the thought of him. Even though itâs only been a few months since you and Bob started dating, you were sure that this Valentineâs Day was just the first of many.
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QUADRILATERAL LOVE!
⊠048 ⯠COMFORT BY THE LOMLđ«¶đ»
you laid on your bed, eyes swollen and not even bothering to move at all. your heart swelled as much as your eyes did when you learnt that the three specially made those bouquets for you so you wouldn't be too sad about the death of your mother.
it did numb the feeling a bit but now it's back. the guilt crept behind you, your heart screaming at you for not being a good daughter; but your brain fought back by the horrible things she put you through as a child. you just couldn't rest even with your eyes closed.
"y/n?" you lifted your head, trying to crack your swollen eyes open but it was blurry, "huh?" "it's chae," you hummed before flopping your head back onto the pillow below you. "boomi's here to see you." you exhaled from your nose, "that little demon..."
you heard his sniffled from behind her, then your abdomen became heavy. "don't lay on me" completely ignoring your protests, your little brother sobbed into your chest, "'m sorry! i didn't know you'd get sick..." he hiccupped sniffled as you heard the door close, indicating that chaewon had left to give the two some privacy.
"don't be silly," you feel around before patting his little head, ruffling his hair, "i won't die that easily." boomi looked around and took some ice cubed from the desk and put it on your eyes, hoping to reduce the swelling. you yelp and shiver, "crap that's cold..." he giggles.
it goess quiet for a few minutes as the boy massages your eyes with ice. you spoke up when your vision began to come back, "are you... still sad that she's gone?" the boy pauses for a while, deep in thought before nodding his head.
you sighed, "i'm sorry you had to go through all that." he didn't speak, he knew there would be no point in reassuring you when it had already happened. "i'm sorry i was so late, that i made you suffer so many years," your heart clenched and you feel your eyes starting to water. "that i took your childhood..."
boomi sniffled, "noona don't say that," he watched as the ice melt on your eyes, the water mixing with your tears as it rolled down your temple, "if it weren't for you i'd be dead. i'm already satisfied." he shoots you a large smile as you gritted your teeth.
that's right. boomi's always been this way; so selfless and so caring towards anything and everything around him, growing emotional when he found out snakes don't have hands. needless to say, the boy was a gem. he was too kind for his own good, always willing to sacrifice his happiness for others.
it was almost ironic how the siblings were polar opposites. maybe it was the way you'd been raised, to be tough and responsible; while the boy was raised to be cared for.
you looked up at him and caressed his cheek, "you look just like dad..." he perked up excitedly, "do i?" you smiled apologetically, "how are you so excited when you don't even know what he looks like?" his smile never falters, "i dunno, it just feels good!" you sighed, "are you hungry?" he nods, "go and call chae, she'll make something for you."
a/n: thx for supporting my series so far loves!! my schedule is kinda hectic as of now so the fics will come in at ass o'clock idkđif i wanna get on the taglist lmk!đ«¶đ»
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