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giorno-plays-piano · 5 months

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Binary Star

Part I

Pairing: academic rival!Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power play, hurt/comfort, no curse au, this series will get darker as the story progresses.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: It has to pay off, he thinks as he waits for the headmaster to finally announce the valedictorian, knowing she is there too, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. What face is she going to make when his name will be called? Is she going to cry? To yell at him and publicly demand a re-evaluation? Or will she, perhaps, finally admit he's done a fantastic job and won fair and square?

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He is really going to get her this time. This is the finish line, quite literally: the graduation; his last attempt to win and emerge victorious from the very last battle between him and her. It has to be it.

If he couldn't win against her for the last time, Gojo would probably have a mental breakdown right in the middle of the ceremony. Geto standing right next to him rolls his eyes to the ceiling over his friend who's shaking from excitement and fear. Of course, Satoru wouldn't admit it even under torture, but Suguru knows better. The girl his friend has been competing with throughout high school isn't just smart: she's completely insane like Gojo and as big pain in the ass as him. Who knows, perhaps she'll really win this round. He prefers not to think of it.

Satoru searches for her in the crowd, standing on his toes despite already being a foot taller than anyone else in the hall. Is she here? This nightmarish woman who has been pushing him to give high school his all because she dared to take away his crown of the best student during their freshman year? When Satoru saw the scores, he thought he might have had a heart attack. There was no way he was no longer #1.

"That's what you get for messing around the chem lab," Shoko snorted while Satoru dumbly stared at the name of that annoying girl, always the teachers' pet, heading the list. His name was written right under hers.

What the actual fuck?! She got a better score than him? Him, the genius, with his undeniably superior IQ of 180 that he flaunted at any given time? Who did she think she was, Sheldon Cooper or something?

It got him so fired up he actually started studying.

"You're so dumb," Geto eventually said after his friend had gotten in the argument with the girl during their ethics class - again. "You know you could be making out with her now, right? She's the only person who could actually get along with your stubborn ass."

"Wha-a-at? What about you?" Immediately disregarding his question, Satoru was already pouting like a kid. "Wouldn't you date me?"

"Yeah, over my dead fucking body."

To be fair, it's not that Gojo never thought of her that way - she was pretty, even if he was never going to admit it out loud - but she was also so insufferable Gojo really couldn't focus on anything else but beating her in that game they were playing. The best score on the history exam? They both wanted it. Math test? Him and her were working on those questions as if their lives depended on it. Biology project? Satoru made sure to do the impossible, submitting something he would get a Noble prize for, and yet he still somehow managed to get the same grade as her. It was absolutely infuriating.

Why on Earth did she decide she could be better than him? He was Satoru Gojo, after all. The one and only son of Gojo family, who was not only embarrassingly rich but also fucking smart - his parents used to flaunt his talents throughout his whole childhood and continued doing it well into adulthood. He couldn't tell them he was no longer #1. What would his mother say? Dear God, it was hard to imagine what would happen to his father of he learned some random girl got a better grade for that English paper than him. It was, at the very least, unbecoming of Satoru.

But she was unrelenting, irritated with his status of the school genius, and ready to fight him on every occasion. Satoru had no idea what could piss her off so much - in the end, he was the most charming guy around, wasn't he? - but there wasn't a day she'd let him have his way. She was brave, persistent, and knowledgeable, and he hated her very much.

The fact that Shoko and Suguru were asking him to please get together with her and stop antagonizing the whole school only riled up Gojo even more. As if he was going to date that nerd!

When he learned she'd be running for the valedictorian, it was the last drop. No fucking way. She couldn't take it away from him - even if he had never actually cared about being a valedictorian.

If his friends had thought he was obessessing over her, now they realized Satoru went completely nuts. He started studying so much he barely slept: it was a given, considering the bags under his eyes were making his skinny ass look like a starving raccoon. Geto couldn't drag gim out even in between lessons because Satoru was immediately burying his head in the books.

It has to pay off, he thinks as he waits for the headmaster to finally announce the valedictorian, knowing she is there too, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. What face is she going to make when his name will be called? Is she going to cry? To yell at him and publicly demand a re-evaluation? Or will she, perhaps, finally admit he's done a fantastic job and won fair and square?

Pfft, of course she won't. She'll probably stab him in the parking lot once he tries to get into his car.

But when the headmaster finally announces the results, and his, Satoru Gojo's, name is called, he no longer sees her in the crowd, and the sweet taste of victory suddenly turns to ashes in his mouth.

Where is she? She couldn't have known it would be him. To be frank, he didn't either. How could she leave right before the results were announced?

He gives his speech with a stupid smile plastered all over his face, but his mood has already soured. She had to be there to hear he was named this year's valedictorian! What face did she make? Did she leave right after she heard it wasn't her? Did she cry? Did she run away because she couldn't take it? Wasn't she going to say to him anything at all?

How could she just... vanish?

He doesn't know why he expected her to be the bigger person and come tell him he did great, but he truly did. Suddenly, he realizes he wants her to look him in the face and say he is good enough.

Did he need to be the bigger person, perhaps? But, wait, isn't he a bigger person by default because he's the winner, he wondered. The winner is always the bigger person if he doesn't rub loser's face in the dirt, right?

In the end, he couldn't even enjoy the victory he had been craving for so long.

"She had something urgent come up," Shoko says later in the restaurant, making a tsk-ing sound while Gojo listens to her with a frown on his face. "Something about her family."

Something about her family? What could be as important as the announcement of valedictorian?

"Are you dumb?" With a sigh, Suguru cocks his head to the side. "Plenty of things are more important than this valedictorian crap."

Maybe to somebody else, but not to her, Satoru thinks. Beating him has always been the only thing on her mind, and nothing could have changed that.

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He will be mulling over it for a long, long time once he realizes she did not follow him to Harvard despite her scholarship.

Part II

Tags: @minshookie29

#yandere #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk satoru

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leclerckins · 11 months

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Hi Dina, I hope you're okey if you have the time, I'd love to hear your thoughts on Charles Leclerc looking after his girl. Maybe she's not doing so good and he takes the time to tidy, cook a meal, make her bed etc 🥹 feeling all the feels tonight. Thank you x

truly madly deeply [cl16]

❀ pairing (s) — charles leclerc x student!reader

❀ notes — hi! gonna do this in some sort of headcanons of what I think how Charles would react to his girl having a bad day! and i think i got carried away omg anyways hope ur having a good day and hope u would like this!

You are having the most horrible day like your assignments are piling up and you still have to submit your resumes since you're in your final year of uni so everything just gets too much for you

You haven't even been to the last couple of races because of how busy you are

Your absence from the races actually raised some speculations about your relationships like all the gossip pages pinpointing and tracking when was the last time you and Charles were spotted together

This just gets on your nerve and makes you even feel so much worse with people saying that you are not being a good girlfriend like whatever that means

You didn't want to tell Charles about the things that are bothering you since he is also having the worst time with his races

It's another race weekend and you are still not able to go and support Charles which makes you feel even worse even though Charles has assured you that it is totally fine and he understands why you couldn't go

During the weekend, you kinda moved into Charles' apartment because you just miss him and his scent

And you found yourself being able to focus on your work when you are working from his apartment

You also multitasked with finishing up your resumes and also watching the race at the same time

As usual, Ferrari fucked up and you just wished you could be there for him

When he called, you rushed to answer your phone and you could hear his tired voice which made you wish you could give him the biggest hug

Charles says he is coming home tonight and you mentally note that you need to pack your things by this evening

But you fell asleep in front of your laptop on the couch so when Charles walked into the door of his apartment, he nearly had a heart attack but smiled softly seeing you sleep on his couch

He drops his bags at the apartment door and moves to carry you to his bedroom

You stir but didn't wake up and instead just snuggle further into his neck

Charles settles you on his bed and he smiles at the mess you made in his bedroom like your books on his table, your notes on his bedside table and your clothes on his chair

He kisses your forehead and settles himself down for the night before slipping in next to you and he becomes the big spoon as he hugs you from behind

Charles woke up first and kisses your forehead as he gets ready to buy breakfast for the both of you (wouldn't bet on Charles cooking breakfast like there wouldn't be a breakfast if he is the one in front of the stove)

He comes back to you still sleeping since this is actually the first time you managed to get more than 3 hours of sleep so he just gets your breakfast ready and made your coffee just the way you like it

Charles wakes you up with peppering kisses all over your face and you smile as you wake up to the smell of him and also coffee

"Good morning, mon ange (my angel)" he says as he kisses your temple and also helps you up from the bed when he leans down to kiss you

"Nope! morning breath!" Charles just chuckles while ignoring your ridiculous (to him) notions about morning breath and still kisses you

You kiss him but immediately run to brush your teeth so that you could give him #real kisses

He is already waiting in front of the bathroom door and immediately snatches your waist and you two finally kiss (reads: makeout)

And when I say you guys spend 10 minutes just making out like okay we get it yall are obsessed with each other omg

Both of you finally move to the kitchen to have your breakfast

"You cooked?" "More like the cafe three blocks down, baby"

You both catch up on everything and you slipped up on how tired you are lately

Charles didn't say anything but he just moves closer to you to give you the biggest hug

That's when you finally broke apart and just become a crying mess in his arms and his heart breaks seeing you cry

You rant about how ridiculous people are to assume you guys are broken up just because you weren't at the races this year but also feeling like such a bad girlfriend for not going to the races especially since it has been shitty for Charles

Charles shushes you and carries you over to the couch so that he could position you on his lap and you just try to collect yourself

You are looking the absolute worst (Charles: cute) with your reddened nose and cheeks and your hair all over the mess

Charles thinks he would never trade anything else for this view like he wants the bad and the good (bless him)

Once you've calmed down, he runs his fingers through your hair and cups your face with him stroking your cheeks

"First of all, you are the best thing that happened to me. Second of all, they know nothing about us. Lastly, baby even if you are not coming to the races with me it is fine like do I want you there? more than anything in the world but also at the same time, you're always in my mind so it still feels like you're there with me"

He's so cheesy but just like he said in that one interview: "I am romantic"

Charles kisses your forehead and you snuggle into his chest

You actually fall asleep again on his chest and Charles carries you into the bedroom and tucks you in

While you're sleeping, he tidies up your books and notes so that they are organised on his table and will make it easier for you to study later

He charges your laptop and your iPad since they are running low on batteries

He picks up your clothes on the floor and put them with the dirty laundry and also puts them in the washing machine

You're still sound asleep so he goes over to your house to pick up extra essentials like extra clothes, extra skincare and your favourite blanket that he knows you forgot

He stops by the grocery store to get some stuff to make a cute little care package like your favourite chocolates, snacks, extra hairbands and the sequel to the book you are currently reading (he learns how to do this from tiktok)

It's late afternoon and he manages to come back home while you're still sleeping so he runs you a bath with your favourite bath bombs and soaps and then proceeds to wake you up

You woke up to Charles' soft kisses on your face and he leads you to the bathroom

Your heart just gets full at the sight of the bath he prepared for you

He leaves you to have a little time to yourself while he makes a dinner reservation at your favourite restaurant

You finish your bath and you see a beautiful silk dress on the bed and a pair of Louboutin high heels that you have been eyeing and are currently in your online cart right now

Charles walks into the room and hugs you from behind and kisses your shoulder

"We are going out tonight so get ready, amour"

He leaves to get ready and while you're getting ready, you saw the care package he has put together for you

You want to cry at how sweet he is and you also notice how organised your things are and how there are extra clothes in the closet for you

Charles comes out from the bathroom and you immediately just jump on him

He laughs and warns that you might not get dinner if you distract him like this so you behave

Both of you going out looking like the IT couple you both are and got every gossip page eating their words out

When both of you are back home, he is the one who is removing your makeup and is doing your skincare routine for you (yup, he memorised your skincare routine)

The night ends with smiles on y'alls faces because both of you are truly madly (obsessed) deeply in love with each other and that's the only thing that matters

extra: Charles broke the internet with a instagram post by the end of the week!

charles_leclerc

liked by yninstagram, carlossainz55, pierregasly, joris_trouche and others

charles_leclerc The reason why I didn't pick up any calls this week

scuderiaferrari and Fred said it's okay! you get a pass!

leclercstan ATE the breakup rumours up

charleswdc and to those gossip pages that have been talking shit....WHATS GOOD

arthur_leclerc literally radio silence from both of you

unhingedleclerc i hate hot people who are in love (let me join pls)

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc oneshots #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #charles leclerc drabble #leclerckins request

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gaywerewolfwithanxiety · 2 months

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NSFW WORK

tags: subbot Lucifer x domtop gn reader, cock as be read as a magical strap on which attaches itself to the body as a regular dick, sex toys, degradation.

This is my first time writing smut so there will be errors but I will gradually get better at it so bear with me.

The demon frowns harder as he feel his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. The avatar of pride doesn't panick but someone seeing him in this position would destroy the reputation he has carefully build over all these years. He couldn't even imagine what kind of rumours would spread about him. Yet he couldn't resist the temptation to submit to these sensations.

"ma-master, please help me" cried out Lucifer, his nails pressing into your skin.

Gripping him tightly, you push him over the table.

"See? All you had to do was ask nicely" you smirked while hovering over him. Lucifer begins to undress himself, while the toy is still inside him but you, being impatient as usual, rips his clothes away from his body before he could even process it. You undressed even faster. Your lips latches themselves to his neck, your hands firmly spreading his legs to expose his hard dick to you. Looks like the avatar of pride loved being manhandled.

Lucifer was so fucking gorgeous, so ethereal, his beauty never managed to not surprise you even though you two had done it many times. Pulling his hips up, you slowly start to remove the vibrator from his ass. Lucifer was already prepped before when you inserted the toy into his ass. Lucifer starts whimpering desperately, just when you have almost pulled out the vibrator, you pushed it back into his hole making him jump. "Wh-what do you think you are doing?!" Lucifer squirms beneath you. "Come on, I know how much you like this" Lucifer scoffs but still blushing furiously.

That's when he felt the sensation of your cock against his hole, Lucifer starts to protest but immediately stops when you slide in, slowly, so he could feel every inch of you making him go feral. Lucifer further bends over the table as you are completely engulfed in the heat of his walls. He moans loudly like a dog in heat but then shamefully covers his mouth with his hands.

"Aww, you don't need to hide your beautiful noises from me" your tone sadistic and full of mockery. Your girthy length pressed against his prostate. His walls clenched around your length, his breath hitching with your every thrust.

"You are such a slut for me, luci" you groaned. "Such a good boy"

Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath "only for you, mc".

"Really? Maybe I should show those lowly demons how the avatar of pride actually is" you teastingly threaten him.

"n-no don't" begs Lucifer.

You continue plunging your cock deep into lucifer's sensitive insides. Your hands trailed over his body and finally reached to his nipples. You slowly start to rub them between your fingers, they become erect almost immediately.

"Does that feel good, having your nipples played with like a dumbwhore?" Lucifer responds with a frantic nod and a loud moan, many weak moans following it. You mercilessly slapped your hips against his plump spread ass, moans from him in each thrust. The vibrator and your cock were mercilessly destroying his insides.

" I a-am close.." Lucifer whimpered out.

"Wait, I am not finished yet" you flip lucifer so that he is now straddling your lap while you sit on top of the table.

"Move on your own" you commanded.

Lucifer's starts to move, you hold onto his waif helping him move.

Lucifer starts to speed up, despite feeling shameful.

He sqeals, biting his bottom lip, a pathetic way to hide his moans.your tongue swirls around his erect nipple, biting them.

Lucifer bounces on our dick like his life depends on it, letting our a weak cry from being stuffed so full.

"I-can I come" Lucifer whines being on the edge of his organsm.

"Yes f-fuck" you nod agressively

Lucifer comes, his cum spreading all over your stomach. You smile mischievously and soon after you also come, thick and hot spurts of cum filling up his insides. Lucifer squeezes and grinds down onto your dick. You pull out, cum drips out of lucifer's hope, dripping down his thighs. You lick the cum in his inner thighs while also marking them with your bites.

Lucifer moans embarassed with your actions. You finger his ass and take out the vibrator which seemed to be dead. He cries out for last time. You sure do have the oldest wrapped around your finger.

Lucifer leans down and pulls you into a deep heated kiss before getting off the table. He uses his powers to clean up the mess and dress you both. You again kiss Lucifer and you both head for the house of lamentation

Lucifer might be a little ooc but that's just because i love writing him as a slut (Only for you though).

#lucifer x dom gn reader #dom reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #literally had to search up 'how to write smut' for this #lucifer gets fucked

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nicksolemnlyswears · 4 months

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You write Coryo sooo well. We saw Coryo with an innocent reader, but what would happen if the reader is as wicked as he is and they fight for control?

summary: coriolanus finds his match

pairing: young! coriolanus snow x capitol! scientist! reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, breast play (some slapping too), overstimulation (f and m receiving)(mostly coryo really), very little dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex (please don't do it like them), perv! coriolanus always, slight cum play, pain kink aka masochism also i think some sadism too, is that all? i think so, oh no wait, physical violence and borderline dub non-con. basically it’s angry sex

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long! most of it was written a when the request was sent but i've just managed to come back and finish it. hope something like this was what you had in mind. i'll be working on the mentor pt. 2 this next week!

requests open ✨

You and Coriolanus are extremely competitive. It both scares and annoys the rest of the laboratory.

You and Snow share many similarities. Both need to be successful and get the things you want no matter the cost.

Being a year older than Snow, you were already working under Dr. Gaul at the university. Learning about his cheating ways made you lose any respect you could’ve had for him.

More so, you did not appreciate being pushed to the side as Dr. Gaul raved on and on about her new star pupil. The one that changed the game.

Whenever he walked into the room your face would fall into a scowl. You avoid him like the plague whenever Gaul doesn’t assign you to work with him.

The other student's whispers reached his ears about how your cold aura is because of him and his excellence. About how you think he’s better than you. Coriolanus took it in stride, he loved that he had that effect on people.

Being the top two students you're forced to work together constantly, which leads to learning about each other's ambition and story. Still, you don't hesitate to screw each other over to get the upper hand.

It’s the very own hunger games right in Dr. Gaul's lab and she knows it. She takes any opportunity to pin you against Coriolanus and get the best scientific outcomes. Gaul manipulates the situation, lying about what Coriolanus thinks about you and vice versa.

Dr. Gaul thrives from the tension that resides in the lab when you and Coriolanus are forced to work together. While you and Coriolanus break your backs and spirits she sits back to watch and see how far your minds will soar.

So much anger can only lead to two scenarios: violence or sex. Well... three if you mix violence and sex.

You want to get rid of Snow but Snow wants you by his side. You can't be a threat if he holds you close and predicts each one of your movements in his game of chess. He wonders what it would be like to have someone who would kill for him.

Coriolanus makes it one of his goals to seduce you and make you submit to him. He wants to make you another weapon in his arsenal. One that will kill for him when prompted to.

One late night, you work from his apartment, brainstorming ideas for the next Hunger Games. Usually, you would do this from the lab, but after one of the experiments escaped, the lab had to be fumigated and cleaned.

You pace the living room to calm your anger. You're pissed off at the blonde man that sits on the sofa. His legs spread wide as his head leans back on the backrest.

For hours, all he's done is undermine you and shoot down all your ideas, calling them stupid and unnecessary. Tempting you to wrap your hands around his pale neck. To feel his adam’s apple bob under your strangulating touch.

He knows you're angry. It's exactly what he wanted. If he pushes your buttons long enough you'll lose your resolve and it'll be his moment to strike.

"You're joking, right? We bring your idea to Dr. Gaul and she'll laugh in our face. I didn't take you for a clown," Coriolanus taunts, standing from his couch to stretch his stiff muscles.

Whipping around you stalk towards his tall figure, pushing his chest angrily. Coriolanus pushes his tongue agains the inside of his cheek to control his temper.

It's a stupid thing that wouldn't get arise out of you any other day, but you've had enough of Coriolanus inability to listen and accept that other's ideas are better than his. "You're such a piece of shit, Snow. Clearly you don't fucking need me since your ideas are so brilliant. Fucking insufferable know it-" you exclaim, continuing to push him back.

Coriolanus strikes like a scorpion would, fast and precise. His peacekeeper training kicks in as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand while the other comes up behind your neck. His lips smash against yours roughly, forcing you into a heated kiss.

You're frozen in your spot, arms going limp from shock. You don't have time to process Coriolanus actions as he pulls away from you. He waits for your reaction tentatively. This will either go terribly wrong or brilliantly well.

You stare at him with burning cheeks, anger seeping into your bones. How dare he kiss you when you're trying to make a point. Your anger is not something to take lightly.

Ripping your hands away from his loose hold, you bring one up to slap against his cheek.

Smack!

The silence is deafening. Coriolanus now sports a cheek as red as yours. Your chest heaves in anger, eyebrows furrowed and calculating eyes.

He holds his stinging cheek with his hand as his face morphs back into anger. Coriolanus never expected his goal to be easy, but he won't bury his enraged feelings for you.

His mouth opens to shout at you to leave yet you surprise him, pulling him by his shirt to deposit a kiss on his lips. Reacting quickly he grabs your hips, so you're flush against him.

It's your choice to kiss him not his. You'll be damned the day you take Coriolanus' lead.

Coriolanus' body is burning hot. Flames of anger and frustration licking at him the more deeply you kiss him. You try pushing your wet tongue into his mouth but are met with resistance, biting his lower lip harshly lets you slip it in but not without effort as his tongue wrestles yours for dominance.

Things continue to escalate quickly as Coriolanus pushes you down the hallway to his bedroom. It's not a question whether this is happening or not. You've held back too long to stop now.

Wandering hands touch any body part they can reach. His fingers tangle in your hair, hand finding your front to squeeze at your tits. You moan into his mouth, giving him the pleasure to lick at your mouth.

Coriolanus slams you against his bedroom door when it closes, letting some steam off. You frustrate him like no one ever has, he's resorted to imagining you in lewd and degrading situations before he does something he regrets.

In that same vein, you rip open his shirt. The buttons fly everywhere, annoying Coriolanus even if he now owns more shirts that he needs. Your nails drag down his chest, causing thin red lines to decorate his pale chest. The palm of your hand presses on the tent of his slacks, feeling how hard he's become for you.

You chuckle into the kiss in a teasing manner. Typical man aroused by the smallest bit of attention. Coriolanus shuts you up, grabbing your ass and pressing you into his erection.

Anger mixes with arousal as you and Coriolanus bully each other to submit. It's not sweet and delicate. It's animalistic and boderline painful.

The kiss is sloppy, a mix of teeth and tongue as Coriolanus sits on his bed and you climb over him, straddling his lap. It's rushed, giving the illusion you're afraid of being caught fucking the person you hate most.

There is no time to get naked. With his shirt ripped open, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his neatly ironed pants. You barely lift your skirt, pushing your panties to the side.

His neck tilts back as you leave bruises behind, teasing his pulse point with your tongue. With a tight grip on the outside of your thigh Coriolanus get his cock wet with the juices that drip from your cunt. You'd just made fun of him for being aroused when you're in the same condition if not worse.

Your hips stutter at the sensation of the blunt head of his cock, prodding your entrance. He wants you to say it, 'Fuck me, Coryo.' You'd rather be dead first.

You force yourself down Coriolanus cock instead to stop the teasing. “Ahh,” you moan in unison. Stilling for the first time since he kissed you.

He feels your breath hitch on his neck when you take the last inch of him. Such a slut taking all of him in one go.

“Coriolanus,” you groan as he forces you to bounce on top of him. You hate to admit how long and thick he is. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head each time it drags on your walls.

You hold onto dear life. Arms around his shoulders and head nestled on his neck. Coriolanus' fists your skirt, guiding your movements on his cock.

“It’s Coryo,” he groans. Hearing you say his nickname will be the biggest form of submission. It means you've given yourself to him.

“Coriolanus,” you repeat intentionally, pulling away from his neck to look into his angry eyes. With your fingers on the side of his neck and your thumb tilting his head up you force him to look at you head on.

“Insufferable girl. Must you always fight me on everything,” he seethes, grasping your hips to slam down on his. You make his blood boil.

You wince when the rounded head of his cock hits your cervix, red fingernails digging onto his shoulder. “Yes, I’ve been working too hard to let you get away with everything.”

Coriolanus is determined to set the pace, pushing into you and using your hips as a handle to pull you up and down. You're bound to have bruises in the morning.

It's uncomfortable the way your skin becomes clammy with exertion. Leaves you no choice but to unbutton your white school shirt, giving Coriolanus a glimpse of your lace bra that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Your nipples poke through the sheer material, teasing Coriolanus as they beg to be set free. They temp him with every rise and fall of your chest, a sheen of sweat decorating your skin like glitter.

It drives him nuts to know you're wearing the provocative garment under your shirt everyday in the lab. Hidden from him like treasure. Were you hoping he'd see you like this or do you like fucking around with any other student in the lab?

His thoughts anger him further, ducking his head he catches your nipple through the flimsy material. His teeth nip at your stiff peak, earning a seductive whine from you as his hold slips due to the slippery material.

Unconsciously you give in to the instruction of the blonde man, bouncing your hips to his rhythm. Too busy relishing on the pleasurable pain on your chest.

He leaves wet kisses on the swells of your breast, sucking bruises into them. If you were to be fucking any other man they'd know he was here.

His licking up your neck make you clench around him. His hips stutter and you grin, repeating the motion repeatedly. You have to make him cum first to prove he is a disappointment. Like all your other loser boyfriends that never made you cum.

He spanks the globe of your ass harshly, making you jump from the sting and suppress a whine. He's catching onto what you're doing and he's going to prove you wrong.

Biting the spot between your neck and shoulder, he increases the pace he's set. He's confident his self control is better than yours and he's going to make you cum around his cock.

“If you were smart enough we could help each other,” Coriolanus speaks between groans. One of his hands splayed on your back coming up to undo the clasp of your bra.

“I’m smart enough to know you’ll take over completely and I don’t share,” you pant with hooded eyes, letting the flimsy undergarment fall off your arms as you wrap your arms around his neck.

With your tits bouncing freely in front of his face he takes one into his mouth. Sucking the plump flesh and teasing your nipple with his tongue.

You pull him further towards you, your hand on the back of his blonde head, grinding down on his cock. Fuck, he's making you see starts, you can't remember a time you've been fucked this good.

With your head tilted back, moans slip past your lips, letting Coriolanus know you're losing yourself. Taking the opportunity, he flips you over and slams you on the bed. With your legs spread around him he can take a good long look at your cunt.

You're a mess. Wrinkly skirt, flipped up onto your stomach, cunt flushed and smeared with a cream he wants to taste. Your panties pushed to the side but soaked with your arousal.

He pinches your cunt with two fingers, seeing your lips press on your swollen clit and creamy white slick drip down your slit. A cynical grin on his lips.

"Never seen a real pussy before, Coriolanus?" you taunt, meeting his gaze.

"Next time it'll be your mouth I'm fucking. See if that will keep you quiet," he threatens, pushing his cock back into your weeping cunt. He bottoms out in one swift movement, a breathy moan in the back of his throat.

"Oh my god," you cry out, fisting the sheets. Without the burning of your thighs you can fully concentrate on the way his cock abuses your hole. You're done for.

"Not god, just me," Coriolanus mocks, thumbing your clit.

You close your eyes, memorizing how he drags slowly out of you before snapping his hips back into you. His hand on your waist, preventing you from sliding up on the bed with each one of his bruising thrusts.

Coriolanus is awfully quiet as he admires the creamy white ring that forms at the base of his cock each time he pushes into your puffy cunt.

If only your mouth was as sweet. He's determined on getting your lips and warm tongue around his cock. Once he makes sure you won't bite.

Not one to make things easy for him you repeat his name over and over again. "Coriolanus, Coriolanus, Coriolanus." Your taunting spurs him on, gives him an end goal as he fucks wildly into you.

The sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy squelching are deafeningly loud. For extra measure, Coriolanus paws your tits, the fatty flesh bulging between his fingers. Letting go he delivers a swift slap to the skin. Red flares up and your pretty cunt squeezes him until he can barely move.

You've gone quiet, face morphed into one of pure pleasure. You're as sadistic as he is. Pain gets you off. He should've known. Great minds think alike.

“Now you're quiet. Huh? I would've done this a lot earlier had I known my cock was the answer," he huffs, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

His pace is relentless, bullying the spongy spot inside of you. You're not sure how much more of this you can take. With each thrust his pelvis slams against your clit. His thumb inadvertently rubs circles on your hip.

“You’re just a perv that needs his dick wet,” you barely manage to say between moans. Your hands have released the tight hold on the sheets, coming up to hold Coriolanus' sides.

“And you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?” His gravely voice asks in your ear, licking the shell of your ear.

Your silence produces a dark chuckle. You know you're going to cum any time now, staying silent is not an option. “Only when it’s convenient for me,” you lilt. You keep challenging him, pushing your luck.

Coriolanus meets your fucked out gaze. His blonde hair falls and sticks to his forehead in a way that makes you hate him even more. If he was unattractive it would be so much easier.

Sneaking his hand between your sweaty bodies he thumbs your sensitive clit. “Co-Corio-” You can't pronounce his stupidly long name as he furiously abuses your clit and bullies your walls.

“That’s more like it,” he grins maliciously.

Your peak approaches with an intensity you can't handle. Coriolanus overstimulates you as your cunt clenches around him, forcing his cock to remain still inside of you. Your whole body shakes with each wave, your legs trapping him on top of you as he takes in the throes of your orgasm.

Your eyes scrunch close and your mouth opens in a silent plead. Coriolanus is hyperaware of the tear that slides down from your wet eyelashes. He cleans it off with his thumb, tasting it as his tongue wraps around the pad of his finger.

Sweet taste of victory.

Slipping his cock out of your pulsing walls Coriolanus drops on the bed beside you, catching his breath. His cock is achingly hard, covered in your slick cum. The tip flushed red and leaking pre. He had his victory doesn't matter if he got to cum or not.

You're no quitter though. You might not be able to walk tomorrow but you have to prove a point. You're not getting pushed around by the man that is Coriolanus Snow.

Ignoring the post orgasmic twitching of your cunt you straddle Coriolanus, pushing his chest down when he tries to sit up.

"What're you doing?" He asks alarmed, holding your waist to stabilize you from your shaky legs.

"You didn't get to cum, Coriolanus," you shrug cheekily, grabbing his aching cock and lining it up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as you slide down it's length one more time.

"Fuck," he curses, throwing his head back on the mattress. This isn't an act of service. This is torture.

Your fluttering walls milk him for all that he is worth. Your hips grind down on him, his pelvic bone and thighs getting soaked. The slick noise coming from your pussy and his cock is obscene. Erotic in its own right.

He tries pushing away but you put your weight down onto his hands, giving the illusion you've immobilized him. Coriolanus could've escaped any moment, but the ache in his balls stopped him. He's thinking with his dick.

His heavy balls are tightening despite how much he's holding back and thinking of anything other than the woman on top of him. His body tells him to give in and to fill you up with his cum, like it's supposed to be.

“Gonna cum, Coriolanus?” You ask, scratching down his taut abdomen. “Who’s quiet now?” You chuckle, throwing your head back as you ride him.

The only control he has in his possession resides in closing his eyes to shut out the pornographic view of you on top of him. Tits bouncing, pussy sucking him up, pretty face with a mean smirk.

Knowing all he needs is a push you lean down to give him a couple of encouraging words, "You feels so good, Coryo."

You swear you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Grabbing his hand you bring it up to your chest, placing it on your breast. "So big and thick. I've never had anyone this big stretching me out. I want your cum in me, Coryo. You won. You deserve it."

A gravely moan rises from his throat, thrusting into you he shoots his cum deep into your cunt. His blue eyes open and all they find is your wicked grin.

"Fuck, wait," he pleads when you continue to grind on his dick, keeping his cum in you, forcing it deeper inside.

After the torture you put him through, his cock head is too sensitive, almost painful. You're determined to get another orgasm out of him though.

“Want me to stop?” You ask in faux concern, continuously gyrating your hips, causing more friction against your walls and his tip. “Just ask.”

Coriolanus glares at you. You're getting off from his pain. If look could kill you'd be 6ft underground by now. All of your encouraging words from before a lie to get him like this. He might've won the battle, but you'll win the war.

His jaw is tense as he hold back whines, shuddering when you clench around him. Teasingly you slide up his shaft until the tip in the only part inside before you push back down.

Coriolanus' grip on you is bruisingly tight but not enough for you to stop using him as your toy. Your orgasm builds the more he holds onto you. He spanks the outside of your thighs, but this isn't a game. Three taps will not get you out.

Leaning into him you press your lips against his. Burying his hands on you hair he kisses you back harshly, holding you to him and biting your lip when you try to pull away.

The sting of his teeth digging onto your lip and the taste of your blood throws you over the edge. "Fuck," you squeal against his lips as the waves crash against you.

The whine of your name that comes out of Coriolanus' lips is something you want to remember forever. The clenching and unclenching of your orgasm triggers him to bust, your pussy essentially milking him of every drop of cum as he paints your walls white.

Lightly but firmly he pushes you off of him afraid you'll pull another stunt like that. You fall of the bed beside him, his cum trickling out of your pink center down onto the sheets. You push it out of you, enjoying the sensation of it trickling down your entrance.

For a moment you're clearheaded and don't hate Coriolanus. The raging dumspter fire in your chest extinguished, leaving smoke and weak flickers of fire behind that can be reignited at any given moment.

“We can add your suggestion to the presentation. Putting trackers on them is a good idea,” Coriolanus mutters next to you, looking strictly at the ceiling.

You giggle and shake your head, “And all it took was to fuck you. You're like all other men aren't you?" Your words are accusatory but your tone says otherwise and Coriolanus allows himself to crack a smile.

“Is it so difficult for you to say thank you?" He asks turning his head to look at you.

"To you? A little," you say scrunching your nose and laughing once more.

Coriolanus enjoys your laugh but loves your drive and determination even more.

A toxic relationship sprouts from this moment. You’re tools to help each other succeed in your endeavors. Love takes a while to develop but once it does no one can tear you apart…except for each other.

“You two are getting along today,” Dr. Gaul hums as she walks along the lab. She's missed any argument and jeer that might materialize between you and Coriolanus.

You take the lead to respond to her observation, “We’ve come to an understanding. Coryo-Coriolanus and I. All this bickering can’t be good for the work environment. It's highly unprofessional."

Coriolanus' lips quirk into a half smile as his nickname escapes from your lips. Progress is being made.

Dr. Gaul is blissfully unaware that just five minutes ago you were in the bathroom, getting your ass spanked bright red by Coriolanus because you wouldn't listen to him. After, he fucked you over the sink with a hand clasped over your mouth to keep your smartass comments from coming out.

"Hm," is all Dr. Gaul says, hoping this new arrangement doesn't take away from your performances.

You shift uncomfortably in your station, focusing back on the screen but unable to ignore Coriolanus' seed pooling in your panties.

*peaks head around corner* heeeyyy hey, sorry i disappeared for a while. i had a very interesting december and january has been just as busy

*nervous glance* what did you think of this pairing? very different from the other more innocent reader. i quite like her she's feisty. i'm sorry to the person who requested this if its not what you expected. did you want more plot? i can do that too if you want.

well, bye *waves*

the mentor pt 2 coming soon^^

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j can you please make a corpse x reader where they are both publicly dating and as all internet couples do, get a fair amount of hate. but one day a specific comment gets under the readers skin so they distance themselves from corpse (lots of angst but with a good ending ?)

I'm sorry this took forever, I couldn't get my meds and went a lil crazy agh, also idk if this is any good tbh I feel bad at writing lately. Hopefully you like it though oof.

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You woke up from your nap to the sounds of several voices coming from the other room. He must be streaming… You thought groggily as you stretched and snuggled back into the covers enveloped in the scent of his cologne. You pulled out your phone and checked the time, almost four… Jesus, he really had made good on his word, you didn’t even realize you could be that exhausted. As you scrolled through your socials you saw the notifications of most of his friends live streams. Sussy Sundays, of course, how did you forget? He really had taken it out of you earlier.

You were grateful to have weekends off, allowing you to see him more than just any days you managed to get off work at a decent time, but you hated Sundays. You both took turns staying over at each other's houses and coming up with fun things to do together, but since he’d agreed to be a part of the Sussy Sundays, you had to find a way to entertain yourself. When he would stay at your house, it was easy to find things to do- dishes, laundry, and tidying up always needed done- but at his place, he mostly ordered takeout, and didn't really have enough stuff to ever accumulate messes, much less any laundry, so you were left to figure something else out.

A few times he’d asked you to join in on games, or hangout and watch him, but if the viewers got wind that you were with him- everyone's chat would latch on and start blowing up about it. You hated the fact that you’d turn viewers' attention away from the streamers they were watching, which led to you feeling guilty for making even the slightest sounds despite both him and his ever supportive friends trying to actively involve you.

Ever since the two of you had gone public, the internet had gone wild. In the beginning fans were pretty supportive and kind, but once Corpse started to post about you more and more, they quickly turned on you. It felt like the majority now was vehemently against the idea of your relationship. You knew that once it was public, you would get a lot of hate, but some of the comments were so hyper specific and vile- you couldn't help but be hurt. You always did your best to not read through them, or let him see when ones you did see affect you. You knew it was mostly young fans that were crushing on him and envious of you, but it all still seemed to leave you feeling drained, and anxious, an empty feeling of doom settling in with each critique. What if he saw merit in some of them? Sure most were shallow insults, but some seemed so spot on to you.

Who even are they? They're nobody, why is he with them??

He probably felt bad- he’s just too nice…

He can do soo much better…

You weren't usually an insecure person, but it was hard to stay positive when you did kind of agree. You worked a normal job, lived an average life, and you weren't really into the world of streaming, even as a viewer. It was- at the least- confusing to understand why he would be with you over someone with a similar lifestyle, or had more in common with him.

Tik Tok was your savior while he finished up with his friends. The algorithm only showed you the mind-numbing content you wanted to see, nothing about him or streaming at all. It was around 7:30 and you were halfway through a dinner recipe video when he finally entered his room again.

“Have a good nap?” He smirked tiredly as he plopped down on the bed beside you.

“So good…” You chuckled, saving the video before tossing your phone aside to snuggle up to him “How was the stream?”

“It was fun. Everyone said to tell you hi…” He wrapped his arm around you and absently traced his fingers along your arm.

“Tell them I say hi too.” You smiled as you buried your face into his hoodie. “Your friends are so nice…”

“Mhm… they really like you.” He chuckled. “Are you hungry yet? I'm starving…” You nodded and paused, still groggy from lying in bed.

“Can we get pasta? I’m craving it so bad…” Your voice perked up at the thought of the recipe video.

“Of course,” he laughed at your enthused voice, “you better start getting ready though…”

“Were going out?” You looked up at him in confusion, it was rare he ever wanted to go out, especially so spontaneously.

“Yeah why not? I mean… as long as you’re up for it?”

“Y-Yeah, just surprised that you are…” You beamed up at him before mustering the energy to get up and get ready. You pulled your hair aside and headed to the bathroom to wash your face, peeking slightly in the mirror's reflection and catching glimpses of him changing from the bedroom. The cheeky blush across your face turned quickly to a hot embarrassment as you watched the black button-down settle across his lean shoulders. Your mind started flashing through images of all the comments deeming you unworthy of him. You turned your face away from the mirror and avoided eye-contact with yourself- knowing it would only cement those thoughts and sour your mood even more.

You quickly brushed your teeth and headed back to the room, only to stare at the clothes you had brought in disappointment. Too loose you’ll look like a soggy cardboard box, too tight you’ll look like a shrink wrapped ham, too-

“You okay?” He chuckled from behind you as he fixed his shirt.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” You huffed out, grabbing at a random article of clothing and feeling yourself physically recoil at the thought of wearing it.

“You don’t look fine- if you don’t wanna go out we can stay in…” He shrugged and examined your clothes with you. “You still have some other things in my closet you know… you don’t have to keep living out of your carry on bag. You can keep things here.” He laughed softly.

“I- I know. I just… I don’t know- it's one of those days- you know?” You mustered up a small laugh. “Nothing feels right.” You shrugged it off.

“I get it… let's just stay in.” He sat beside your clothes on the bed, offering a soft smile as he took your hands and pulled you closer .

“No, I want to go out…” You furrowed your brow a bit, irritated that you were letting it all affect you so much. “I’ll hurry up.” You pulled another few items of clothing out and headed back to the bathroom, not wanting to even think about him watching you change right now.

You came back out after continuing to struggle through every aspect of getting ready while your mind attacked you. He sat up from scrolling his socials on the bed and quickly tucked his phone back into his pocket- a detail you wish your brain would find insignificant.

“Ready?” He smiled and stood as you nodded. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on as you grabbed your things and started to head out with him.

You were grateful for the comfortable silence as he drove to the restaurant, allowing you some time to try and change your mood. He’d put some softer lofi on the radio and let you silently watch as the streetlights flashed past your window. You weren't sure how he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, yet he always did.

When you arrived at the restaurant you were surprised to hear he’d made reservations for the two of you. You couldn’t help but smile, despite the discomfort welling up that he’d chosen something more fancy than you had expected- or dressed for.

“Wait, wait…” He hooked arm around your side, stopping you as you followed the host to the booth. He spun you into him in front of the elegant floor length mirror stood beside the entrance and pulled out his phone for a picture. You giggled at the quick cute gesture and posed with him, shutting your eyes as he snapped the pic to avoid any further mental spiraling.

Dinner went by uneventfully, you stayed a bit more quiet as he excitedly told you about new songs he was working on, or vented about the issues holding up his new merch drop. It wasn’t entirely due to your bad mood, you loved seeing him enthuse about his passions and how animated he’d suddenly become. His whiskey toned eyes would light up and his excitement was palpable in the air, making even you more energized. It wasn’t until halfway through or so when you came back from the bathroom that things shifted. You caught sight of him looking up at you returning before tucking his phone quickly away again.

“What’s that about?” You questioned lightheartedly with a laugh.

“Oh it’s nothing… Did you wanna get dessert?” He dismissed before swiftly changing the subject, but not before you caught a strange look on his face.

“Okay Mr. Secretive… um, I think I’m full though.” You shrugged awkwardly as you looked down at your plate.

“You sure weren't saying that about the wine though…” He chuckled as he sipped his own glass.

“I- okay?” You rebutted, hesitating as you gave him a confused glance. “I was just trying to cure my bad mood…” You internally cringed as your voice came out more defeated and offended than you intended, seemingly proving his point that you’d had too much. It was only two glasses… am I really that bad? All that stupid pasta I kept shoving in my fat mouth absorbed it all- I don’t even feel drunk…

“Wh- no… baby I- I was just making a joke… I didn’t mean anything by it-” His face softened with concern.

“No it’s fine… I probably have had too much- sorry.” You managed to squeak out, your face reddening with embarrassment. “Let’s just get the check…” I just want to go home now… Jesus Christ. You bit down on the inside of your lip as you heard the harsh, irritated sigh he let out.

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The drive back from the restaurant was insufferable, just as it had been for him to the restaurant. He wasn’t sure if even his knives could’ve cut the tension radiating from the passenger side. It was clear something happened but he didn’t know what. Before he’d gone to his office to join the stream everything was fine, but once he came back the mood had completely changed.

“Are you- okay? Did I do something to upset you?” He asked as tentatively as he could upon getting back home.

“N-No, I’m fine. I’m sorry I had too much to drink.” Your voice was still soft but had a bit of an edge to it.

“I’m sorry I said that at the restaurant, I didn’t mean it like that at all. I meant it in like a- ‘it’s funny that you chose the wine over dessert…’ because I agreed- kind of way… I’m sorry baby.” He paused, taking your hands and tugging you gently closer as he kissed your forehead. “Y/n, If I did something to upset you, I wanna know, so I can fix it and make you feel better. You’ve seemed upset since I got off stream.”

“It… it’s fine, I’m just stupidly sensitive. I’m fine.” You ruined the entire night with him, great job. If he really wasn’t hiding anything on his phone earlier, he’ll surely start now. You huffed in frustration at yourself. “I should probably get home…”

“W- Why? You always leave Monday mornings…” He asked, feeling his energy plummet as you continued to shut down.

“I just have an early day tomorrow is all. I’m sorry…” You met his gaze, immediately wishing you hadn't as you offered a half smile to his heartbreakingly defeated expression. You pushed back the self-criticism as you went to collect your things, that could wait until you were alone in your car. He silently followed you back into his room like a kicked puppy and helped you gather your things, making your brain slew more insecurities about him wanting you gone. Once all your stuff was in your bag he walked you out to your car while you said your goodbyes.

“Please drive safe…”

He’ll just feel guilty if something happens…

“...text me when you get home…”

He feels like he has to say that… you’re so fucking sensitive. He walks on eggshells with you.

“I love you…”

No he doesn’t, why the fuck would he?

The drive back home continued that way as you dissociated the entire time, only letting the tears fall once you were back inside your own house. After having a small breakdown over the bullying your brain had done, you texted him you were home before collapsing down into your bed- exhausted by it all. You were ready for any solace you could get from mindlessly scrolling your phone, though it seemed the universe had something else in mind. You opened your instagram to check messages from your friends but were promptly bombarded by a photo he’d posted of the two of you from the restaurant. He’d put some goofy angel and devil emojis over your faces that you tried to let yourself laugh at but couldn't muster at the moment. He’d captioned it ‘LOMFL 😍🥵’ that got a small smile out of you, but not without a scoff. It wasn’t really until you tapped on the comments, you felt your gut tighten. The first few were various heart emojis from Rae, Tina, and Sean- but below that it took a turn. His fans attacked everything about you, your outfit, your weight, even your personality- as if they even knew you. But it didn’t stop there, some crazed fans had gone as far as finding you somehow- despite him never tagging you- and DMing your personal account even more vile things, even death threats. You wanted to vomit. You wanted to scream and show them how awful you could really be, but mostly you wanted to make yourself stop believing them. You didn’t want any of it to be true… but you were now convinced it was.

The next day you kept your phone completely off, even going as far as deleting all your socials before shutting it off. In the morning meeting with your boss you informed her your phone wasn’t working and email was how you should be contacted from now on, so you wouldn't even need it on for later. You went about your daily tasks at work completely numb, doing everything you could to keep yourself too busy to think. Of course, that only worked at work, at home it was entirely different. The next few days turned to weeks as you cleaned like you never had before, you rearranged furniture like you were suddenly trying to fit four Alaskan king sized beds in your home, you went to the store and meal prepped- full well knowing you’d have no appetite, you binged several of your favorite shows entirely.

By the third week, you’d fully run out of tasks to keep the thoughts and anxiety at bay. You scrolled through Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon- finding nothing. Out of either habit or some subconscious cue about the anxiety of not texting the only person you wanted to at the moment, you opened up Youtube. You rolled your eyes and groaned softly but scrolled through the videos anyway, cringing as the recommendations of Sussy Sundays and various other videos with your boyfriend popped up. You felt incredibly guilty about not talking to him. It wasn’t like the two of you talked non-stop, or that he’d be mad, you were just sure with the way you’d left things he was likely worrying about you by now. As you continued to scroll you saw a live video pop up in your suggestions, of him. He’s live? Why is he live? He doesn’t stream anymore… You were already anxious, but after reading the title ‘we need to talk…’ you started to feel sick. You hesitantly clicked the video and his voice rang out from your TV.

“...I really don’t give a fuck how you guys feel or what you fuckin think…” He paused, presumably reading the chat. “I know it’s not all of you… but those of you that are commenting this shit… I don’t wanna fuckin see it- I don’t everr wanna see this shit again… if you like my content but come into my chat, or friends chats, or on twitter.com or instagram and say that shit… fucking unsubscribe right now, fuck you. Get off the fucking internet, it's disgusting.” You took in a deep breath as anxiety welled up more, why was he doing this? “I’ll straight up never put out another thing ever again if this keeps happening. I know that people are always gonna be assholes, but if you’re a fan of me or whatever- and saying this fucking shit about my partner? Go fuck yourself. I don’t want your fucking support…”

You stared at his animated figure standing in the rain blankly and opened up your laptop, starting a video call to him. You waited for a while as he went silent on stream before it was denied. Is he mad at me? It’s all my fault- fuck.

“Anyways- I just thought I’d get on here and reprimand you fucks… and to all my actual fans, being kind and supportive, thank you, and keep reporting these people- love you guys… oodles and oodles… keep being you- I’m sorry you guys had to hear this… love you.”

You tried again as the stream ended. Again denied. Fuck he’s pissed… Because of me he had to get on after not streaming anymore and do that- fuck… You took a deep breath and tried to not overthink. Maybe he’s just sick of your bullshit. If he was worried or he’d been trying to contact you at all, he probably would’ve answered. You fidgeted nervously at the thought. I’ll just start a new show- keep my mind off this… You shut your laptop and dejectedly threw it aside on the couch before getting up and grabbing some blankets for another night of Netflix.

You were two episodes in when you decided to grab a snack but just as you paused the show and stood, there was a knock on the door. You looked over, and cautiously moved toward it. Peeking out the peephole you saw what looked like an outraged figure of your boyfriend standing outside. You felt icy panic run through you as you grabbed the handle and twisted, preparing yourself for the worst.

“You’re okay…” He sighed in relief as his whole body relaxed.

“I- Y- yeah… I- I’m fine.. What are you-” You tried to play catch up, still in shock to see him at your door, let alone not yelling at you.

“You haven’t answered your phone- for anyone- in like a month…” He seemed to pant out. “I tried to give you space and not worry too much when you weren't answering, but then you deleted your socials, and then didn’t answer Tina, or Rae… or me… I was… scared.” He paused and caught his breath. “When you video called me I panicked, I thought you were in trouble or- I- I don’t even know… I just rushed over.” He stepped in and yanked you into one of his enveloping bear hugs. You stood motionless, mostly from how tight his arms were around you, but partially from even more surprise. Here he was, yet again, proving that he knew you better than anyone- and certainly better than you knew him. The guilt of not talking to him only grew now. How could you have ever thought any awful things about the panic stricken, devoted, heart-of-fucking-gold man that was seemingly holding onto you for dear life?

“I- I’m sorry…” You squeaked out, faltering under his obvious concern. He sighed again and released his hold but kept his hands gently on your arms.

“Please don’t do that again… If you need space that's okay, but please just tell me… I- I didn’t know what to think- or do…” He knelt down to your level slightly, his face full of worry as he seemed to practically beg.

“I’m sorry…” You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat as your voice wavered.

“I-It’s okay… I- I’m not mad… I just wanted to know you’re safe- cause I worked myself into a panic not knowing- I’m sorry I just showed up out of the blue…” He took a deep breath. “If you still need space that's okay I just- I was really worried. I know I’m probably overreacting…”

“No… I just… I don’t know-” You looked down at your feet, the guilt consuming you now as he continued to prove every horrible thought you had about him wrong.

“Do you want to talk?” He questioned hesitantly as his mind began reeling in the same way yours had. You just nodded, looking up as he closed the door and looked back to you, eyes still full of worry.

You moved back to the couch and curled up into the blanket, comforting yourself and trying to hold back tears of guilt over how you’d acted toward him. He slowly moved to sit by you.

“What’s going on? A-are you upset with me?” He stuttered nervously, also anticipating the worst. You shook your head and shut your eyes as they welled up. It all felt so stupid now- but the constant harassment, death threats, and insults had done a number- and having him here, almost completely in the dark about it all but still so kind and loving was just too much all at once.

“Oh- baby… shh come here.” He soothed melodically as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly again. “Please talk to me.” His voice was soft and quiet as he pressed kisses onto the top of your head.

“I don’t wanna cry- it’s stupid…” You managed to mumble.

“It’s not stupid- something is really bothering you… is it the comments and shit?” You nodded.

“It’s all of it- I- I don’t know why you’re even with me…” Your voice cracked and broke.

“Y/n, I’m with you because I’m in love with you- I wouldn’t ever let the opinions of fucking dumbass ten-year-olds with no internet supervision change or dictate that…” You cringed as you heard the offended tone in his voice.

“I know… I just… I let my brain believe it all… and I feel shitty… and that just makes me wonder even more why- because I do shit like this- even though you’re nothing but amazing and loving to me…” You choked out between sobs.

“You’re not shitty…” His tone softened even more as he pulled your face up. “I have no idea what it’s like to go through that, and how you can even deal with it. Most people don’t. I knew it was hard to see, and if I had any idea that you’d been this upset about it for this long I would’ve stopped it right then and there…” He kissed your forehead and wiped off your tears. “I’m so sorry baby… I should’ve known.” You shook your head.

“I should’ve just told you… but I felt so stupid- letting it get to me- I wanted to just come home and clear my head and get over it… but then it got worse and I just I don’t know, I couldn't deal.” He pushed your hair from your face and let you continue after the sobs began to slow. “Now I just feel guilty and shitty for avoiding you- avoiding all of it, not telling you… especially when you are… like this- so nice, and understanding.” You scoffed harshly at yourself, making him chuckle.

“Don’t. It’s a pretty understandable way to react… I’m sorry honey…” He leaned in and kissed you softly. “Would it help if I pretend to be mad at you?” He joked lightly as you parted. You let out a weak but honest giggle and gave an exaggeratory nod. He laughed and tsked loudly. “I can’t believe it… how could someone so goddamn attractive, funny, kind, and lovable think that I’d be dumb enough to see any warrant to the words of fuckin dipshit kids? To think that I’m not already blindly and completely head over heels? I’m disappointed…” He mocked in a goofy tone.

“Shut up…” You laughed, wiping your face and pushing him playfully.

“I love you dummy.” He chuckled and kissed you again.

“I love you too, Corpsie.”

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Something to Fight For (series) (PART SIX)

Word Count: 5.9

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no age or physical descriptions)

WARNINGS: Super sweet!Joel Miller

A/N: This is part of a series (lots of angst, pining and smut ahead) Also despite Sarah's young age Joel is early 40's in this because slightly grey babygirl DILF Joel is the best Joel.

James is gone.

Gave his resignation Saturday night.

You find this all out from your boss on Monday, a stern man named David that only ever drops by to give bad news like budget cuts and when you don’t submit reports correctly. Today he delivers the news that James is gone, not even giving two weeks’ notice. You don’t bother ratting him out. You’re happy he gone from your life and now your work.

But now it's you at the office doing the work of two people for the salary of one.

The only boon is that you’re able to do this in a stunning and restored office with beautifully made cabinets that buttress the waiting area. Everything smells fresh and clean, the floors don’t make clattering noises when you walk on them, the walls are painted and the large window at the front has been replaced.

But you're exhausted.

When Maria invites you up for dinner later that week you almost decline. But then the topic of her chicken fried steak is brought up and you can’t say no. She can’t bake for shit, but damn can Maria cook.

“Joel is coming too,” she tells you with a concerned look.

“Okay.” You shrug at her, confused at her recalcitrance.

“I just don’t know where you stand with him,” Maria hedges. “One second he’s an asshole, next second he’s saving you from coke-heads.”

You laugh. “He’s good in my book.”

Maria is so thankful that you don't balk at the idea of Joel coming over with Tommy that you almost feel guilty for all the months you did.

////

Joel really doesn't like how much he thinks about you. He's frustrated that when he wakes up when the house is still and quiet that he no longer thinks about his day ahead; the errands he'll run, the meetings with new clients, what he'll make for dinner.

He still thinks about Sarah of course, that will never change. Dentist appointments, class parties, trips to parks.

But now you're there too.

You've managed to sneak into his subconscious. Things you've said to him. Like that shit about Michelle which he still feels weird about. Or the way you'd looked at him in his truck when he'd come to open the door. Or that cupcake you spent your own time and money making for Sarah.

You do so much for Sarah.

There's something magical about seeing his daughter through your eyes. The way you laugh with her and teach her and remark how clever she is, how kind. This immediate affinity you two had for each other. So strangely opposite to the first impression of you and Joel.

Once in a while when finishing up at a work site or having a beer, Joel has the same question run through his head.

What if you both hadn't suffered from that horrible moment in the parking lot? Would things have gone different? Would you be in his bed right now if they had?

He doesn't let himself dwell on that for too long. Because the fact of the matter is that's not what happened. You started out not liking one another and you are where you are now: unknown.

This unknown is what kept him from punching James for you. You're not his to protect even though everything in him screams an overwhelming need to do so.

It's like his world is a very small collection of his brother, daughter and now you and he doesn't know how to feel about it. It's unfamiliar ground.

He just doesn't know when you went from someone so annoying to someone he cares about.

///

Okay, so you thought that after your sex dream you would be fine the next time you saw Joel. You’re mature; it was just a silly dream.

Turns out, this is untrue.

Because when Joel has a meeting with a client that Thursday and you've come to babysit. Your heart lurches at the sight of him when he opens the door. This is the first time you've seen since 'the dream' you blush like an idiot when he greets you. It's just he's so tall and broad and. . . beautiful.

Can a man be beautiful? One so masculine with such strong features?

Yes, if that man is Joel Miller.

Get your shit together. It was a dream.

He chats with you a bit as he gets ready to leave, pausing when you mention James and how he's left the position. Relief floods Joel's face and he nods emphatically citing that hes glad you won't have to deal with that asshole anymore.

Sarah hears that one.

That night is a tough one. Not because of Sarah - she is as always, a darling child. Perhaps a bit grumpy with having to go to bed, but you wonder if that's just because you're so exhausted and haven't met her energy for the evening.

When you go back downstairs to lay on the couch you sink into it. You turn on the TV, some inane show with characters who shouldn't be married plays quietly. You watch it for a short time before your lids start to close...

...You hear your name being called softly, a gentle tap to your wrist and your eyelids slowly flutter open.

Joel is standing in front of the sofa, looking down at you with his hands in his jeans pocket. The room is silent; he must have turned off the TV.

It takes you one disorientated moment to realize you've fallen asleep on the sofa. Sarah is asleep in your arms, her tiny hand clutching a tendril of your hair like a security blanket. She must have snuck out of bed and you were so tired you just welcomed her into your arms.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," you whisper in a voice thick with sleep. "I've been so tired this week, guess it caught up with me."

You shift Sarah up, making it easy for Joel to gather her into his arms. You wince as you realize Sarah still has a death grip on a chunk of your hair.

"Ouch."

Joel glances down and realizing the issue goes to loosen your hair from her sleepy fist.

"Sorry." He pulls your hair free, his fingers pausing over it before he lets it fan over your cheek.

Sarah makes a noise of discontent before he's rocking her in his muscled arms, making soothing shushes until she falls asleep again. You stare at this scene, feeling a strange warmth going through your body at the sight.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Huh?" You look up at Joel in confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me you were overworked?" Joel asks again in a soft rasp. "I could have rescheduled."

"I didn't want you to reschedule," you explain in a hush. "I wanted to see Sarah."

It's true. You love your time with that sweet girl in Joel's arms. Love how she giggles when you do the voices of the characters from her bedtime stories. Love how she eats your terrible cooking with gusto. Love how she plays with the ends of your hair when you watch cartoons together.

"Well the feeling is very mutual," Joel says with a soft smile, still swaying with her gently. "She never stops talking about you. Not even when I beg her to."

You weren't expecting a joke from Joel. You especially weren't expecting the broad smile that accompanied it, the kind of charming smile that shows you just why Joel Miller has women staring after him.

The joke and the smile surprise you into a warbling laugh that causes Sarah to stir in Joel's arms. You take that as your cue to leave, jumping up off the couch and grabbing the purse on the ground.

"I better go before she wakes up," you say bringing the purse over your shoulder. "See you at dinner tomorrow. G'night."

"G'night," Joel calls after you quietly.

///

Tommy bursts through the door the next night, calling out a cheerful hello to Maria as he enters the kitchen with a bottle of wine. He kisses Maria as she pulls the chicken from the oven citing that everything smells amazing. You’re setting the plates, waving to him as he calls a hello to you.

“Need help, sugar?” he asks Maria in that sweet way he has with her. You smile to yourself, listening to them murmur back and forth. Then there’s a knock at the door and Maria shouts for the visitor to let himself in.

Its Joel of course, replete with a dessert from the market. He sails into the kitchen holding it at his hip as if it’s a football. Your stomach jumps a fraction before you breathlessly you look around him, surprised not to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

“No Sarah?”

“Friend’s house,” Joel explains, holding your face in his sights as you come over to inspect the dessert. He tilts it down for you to see the market name and the flavor.

“Peach cobbler. A classic.”

“It’s not a homemade blueberry cupcake but it’ll do,” Joel smiles warmly at you.

You absolutely hate the jump your heart gives when that dimple of his pops out. His eyes slowly drift from your face back to his brother and the two of them dissolve into conversation about their company.

You go back to setting the table, sneaking one small glance at Joel in his jeans and flannel. That fucking dream is making your body thrum in a mixture of anxiety and heavy, heavy desire.

A short while later Maria announces that dinner is ready and everyone better get their asses to the table. You take the macaroni salad and bring it over with you to the table. Maria has prepared everything so beautifully. Maria and Tommy take a seat next to one another, leaving Joel to take the empty chair next to you.

For some reason this throws you. You had just assumed you’d be sitting across from him. It makes the most sense. Fuck Maria and Tommy and their insatiable need to touch at all times! Even now Tommy has his arm on the back of Maria’s chair, petting her hair as she talks about the ingredients she used.

You don’t hear anything. After that stupid fucking dream all you can do is focus on the man to your left. The man with the strong profile and broad shoulders. The man that brushes your arm with his as he reaches for the lemonade. You give a small choked ‘thank you’ when he goes to fill your glass before his own.

There’s something in the back of your mind, a little thrill that when you focus on it makes your stomach jump.

Does Joel like you?

No. Its southern manners. Stop being such a fucking idiot.

You still have the flowers he brought you. It’s been weeks and they have shrivelled away to nothing despite your numerous attempts to keep them alive. Maria commented on how dead they were when she came to bring you mail that’s been delivered to her place instead of yours.

“Oh I totally forgot about them,” you’d told her with a laugh. She’d offered to throw them away for you but you’d waved her off, telling her that you’d get to it.

You didn’t. They’re still there in the vase.

The conversation is flowing amongst you all, the wine is delicious and Maria’s cooking is just as good as it’s always been. It’s when the beer and second bottle of wine is opened that things go off the rails.

The topic of music is brought up. Such an innocuous topic. This leads into bands and singers and unfortunately into a part of your past that you don’t like to linger on.

“I miss going to see the band,” Maria muses over her wine, her face in a pout. “Tommy you would’ve loved it. Totally your style.”

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asks, and then as if that prompted a memory he turns to you. “You dated that musician, right?”

You can feel dual eyes on you, and you know that one pair belongs to Joel.

“Uh yeah,” you nod. “Paul. We were in a band together for a few years.”

Joel is twisting his fork in his fingers, betraying a level of discomfort with this topic. You wonder what it is that makes him so uneasy and you realize it’s the knowledge that the topic may turn to him and Michelle.

“You were in a band?” Joel’s voice is genuine in its surprise from beside you. You glance up with a nod.

“Yeah. Nothing fancy or anything. Just me, Paul and our friend Jack. Playing coffee shops, some bars, just for fun and a bit of scratch.”

“They were amazing,” Maria interrupts, knowing that you’d never brag about yourself. “She sings like a fucking angel.”

You wave the compliment off, terrified that she or Tommy are going to start chanting at you to sing. You don’t want to. You don’t sing in front of people anymore… you haven’t since you and Paul ended things.

Joel speaks in a slow rasp, his eyes still on his food. “Why’d you stop?”

“Well, technically Paul and Jack didn’t. They wanted to make it our job, go on tour, that sort of thing.”

“You never wanted to?”

“’Course I did,” you laugh. “And if I were in my early twenties maybe I would have gone. But I’m not a kid anymore. I wanted a future. A stable one… A life I could relax into.”

“A life you could relax into,” Joel repeats this in a murmur, as if the concept is new to him. “Huh.”

“So that’s why you and Paul split?” Tommy interjects, his own interest peaked.

“Yep. Never been super lucky in the dating pool,” you joke, feeling your chest flushing.

You know Tommy isn’t being rude, he’s just open and blunt. Maria however is searching your face, trying to gauge if you’re okay.

“This chicken is fucking delicious if I do say so myself,” she announces when you can’t meet her eyes. “And I do say so myself.”

You’re incredibly thankful for the diversion and you shoot her a grateful look. She responds with a sly wink. Joel makes a sound of agreement, chewing quietly.

“It’s so good I think I’ll have five more,” you announce, digging in for seconds. The group laughs at this, dissolving into conversation about the meal.

"Oh I almost forgot, that Chelsea chick from the new project keeps asking about you Joel," Tommy tells his brother after a pull from his beer bottle. “The blonde one. Was asking me if you’re single.”

He and Maria shoot an eager grin at Joel. Quiet, reserved Joel who stiffens across from you. Immediately you sober, turning your attention back to your dinner. You don’t know why but the thought of babysitting while Joel goes off with another ‘chick’ doesn’t sit well with you.

"Oh yeah?" Joel says uncomfortably. You feel his eyes slide to you and then back to his plate.

Why do you care who Joel Miller dates? None of your business…But does Chelsea know about Sarah? If she does, is she aware that she’s entering into a family, not just a relationship?

Stop. None of your business.

“I figure you’re dipping your toe back in the dating pool as it were,” Tommy says with a teasing smile. “So I told her you were single and lookin’.”

You watch Joel drop his fork to his plate in irritation. He’s fixing his younger brother with a burning scowl. “Why would you do that, Tommy?”

“But you went on that date with the girl from the Bison-“ Tommy defends, the humor drained from his face.

“And she was dumber n’ a pile a bricks.” Joel is sullen now, his mouth in a firm line. “Made me realize I have no intention of dating. Waste a’ time.”

You feel like you’ve been slapped.

Waste of time.

Wasn’t that what he had said the first time you met? That the date was a waste of time?

You’re so fucking dumb thinking Joel had the hots for you. That stupid dream has you all mixed up. You swallow the chicken in your mouth, but it’s tasteless now and goes down like thick oatmeal.

“Okay new topic,” Maria announces, seeing the animosity building between the brothers.

But it’s too late; you can feel the rest of the night is spoiled. Joel is nothing if not a grudge-holder and Tommy is nothing if not stubborn. Between the two of them the rest of the dinner is spent in tension-filled silence punctuated by you or Maria talking about the weekend ahead.

Joel doesn’t even stay for dessert.

///

"Hey, I just saw an ad in the paper. The reptile sanctuary is doing a weekend centered on exotic toads and frogs."

"Who is this?"

"I'm supposed to believe more than one woman is contacting you to tell you about exotic toad exhibits?"

You smile when you hear Joel's quiet chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"I wanted to know if I could come grab Sarah Saturday and take her," you say tentatively. You've never taken Sarah anywhere by yourself. "Soon as I get your go ahead I'm gonna get tickets."

The sanctuary is small and specialized exhibitions like this are few and far between. It's a unique event and you know tickets will be going fast.

"That's really nice of you," Joel hedges. You can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

"I wouldn't take her for too long," you promise. "I'd have her back before dinner."

"It's not that," Joel says in a way that comforts you. "It's just I already got her tickets for Sunday before they all sold out. I read the paper too if you can believe it."

Of course Joel would have already gotten her tickets. He's a great dad.

"Oh," you try not to sound deflated. You'd actually been looking forward to taking Sarah. Things were always so much more magical when seen through the eyes of a child. Especially a child who loves animals as much as you do.

You go to say goodbye but Joel is still talking.

"But I got three tickets," Joel continues. "Because Sarah insisted that her favorite babysitter would want to come."

Your face immediately breaks into a wide smile. A warmth that you cannot name or place spreads through your body.

"Well if Tommy isn't free, I'll happily take his ticket."

////

Joel didn't realize he was nervous until he saw you.

He'd gotten Sarah ready that Sunday morning, cooking her favorite banana pancakes, brushing her hair into a braid with a purple bow, helping her into her polka dotted shoes.

He'd buckled her into the car seat in the truck and sung along with her to an old song on the radio before he stopped for a coffee and a hot chocolate.

"You think your favorite person will want a drink too?" Joel had asked his daughter who nodded emphatically. He'd added a mocha to the order smiling softly to himself.

And not at one point had he been nervous.

If anything he'd been grateful Sarah would have someone else to gush about toads with. Joel wasn’t a stupid man by any stretch, but his knowledge was not in the wheelhouse of lizards and geckos and other things that crept and crawled.

You'd said you'd meet them at the gate of the sanctuary today so that's where he and Sarah currently stand.

Joel sips his own coffee slowly, thankful for the beverage after his sleepless night. He hasn't been sleeping well.

Sarah is holding your coffee in both of her small hands, looking around the crowded space for you. She wants to be the one to give you the drink personally. Sarah is besotted with you, she thinks that everything about you is worthy of remark. From what you do for a living ("she plays with doggies!") To the way you wear your hair ("isn't it pretty, Daddy?")

Joel thinks it's because you don't really talk to her like she's a kid. You're sweet, but you don't talk down to her. Joel also thinks it's because you're the first constant female presence in her life. That actually hurts Joel because he can't always give her that. You're a welcome surprise in that regard.

He's told himself for weeks now that this is why he likes seeing you, likes having you around. You make his daughter happy. Plus you're funny and you just care about everything so fucking much. People, animals, the environment. How can one person have that kind of capacity for care?

"There she is!"

At Sarah's squeaky voice he glanced up and sees you weaving through the crowd. All at once feels his heart lurch at the sight. Nerves he hadn't anticipated creep up along his body, causing him to inhale sharply.

He watches you, your eyes searching for he and Sarah through the throngs of people. Then he sees it, the minute your eyes land on Sarah and then move to him. Goosebumps break out all over his body the second you shine your smile in their direction.

Has your smile always looked like that? So warm? So... luminous?

"She's here!"

Joel hears his daughter shriek excitedly from beside him. He nods, unable to speak. Instead he's fixated on you, watching you move through the groups of people, whispering breathless 'sorry's' as you bump into them in your pursuit to get to Sarah faster.

It's like you’re spotlighted, colorful amongst the drab crowd. He watches your hair fan out behind you as you jog towards them, the sparkle in your eyes as you grin at them. He's ashamed that he also notices the way your breasts bounce under your light jacket as you rush over.

"Hey bug," you say once you reach her, dropping to a knee despite the dirty cement. Sarah holds out the coffee to you and Joel watches you take it with a smile.

"You got me a coffee?" you say as you take a sip, giving an exaggerated sound of delight. "Delicious. Did you drive here too?"

Sarah giggles as you take one of her tiny hands in yours. "Daddy bought it."

You turn your eyes on Joel and he feels his breath leaving him again. "Thanks, what do I owe you?"

"My treat," Joel rumbles, feeling strangely light headed.

"You already paid for the tickets," you say with a frown followed by a thoughtful look. "Guess I'll just have to treat you both to lunch."

Before Joel can insist otherwise you've started leading Sarah to the entrance of the sanctuary. Joel hands over the tickets and the three of you enter.

"Sorry I was late," you say over your shoulder as your hands are stamped with little frog images. "First bus was so slow. This mocha is so good, though. Thanks."

Joel feels strangely compelled to keep talking to you, but your attention is already back on his daughter.

"The last time I was here they had a blue gecko," you tell Sarah as you walk hand in hand with her through the cobbled pathways. "It had just had babies."

"Really?" Sarah's voice is tinged with awe. Joel can't stop marvelling at how you bring that out in her. Sarah is normally the one spouting facts, wowing everyone with her acumen. But with you she hangs on every word.

The rest of the day is spent much the same. Joel trailing behind you and Sarah watching as you engage his daughter. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but he wonders if people passing you by think you’re a family. It feels like that today. He doesn’t let his mind stay there for long. It’s a painful place to rest.

At one point you bump against him to double back and show Sarah a snail you'd overlooked. Joel had been standing close behind you, maybe too close. You bumped into him, your hand flying to his bicep to steady yourself.

"Sorry," you smiled, your hand moving to his forearm before your attention is drawn to the terrarium behind Joel and you began launching into a small lesson on burgundy snails. Sarah asks lots of questions and distracted, you continue to hold onto Joel’s forearm.

He doesn't shake you off.

You smell good. Whatever shampoo you use and he after a moment's consideration be decided you must wear perfume. Something deep and rich. He wants to lean forward and press his nose to your neck to decipher every note.

You must realize eventually that you're still gripping him and you pull back, telling Sarah that there's more up ahead to see. Joel immediately misses the contact, but he doesn’t admit that to himself.

Lunch is at the small cafe they have inside the sanctuary. A place with overpriced food given ridiculous reptile themed names. Joel immediately groans and you immediately laugh. You love the silly, unnecessary touches.

Joel gets the "snake pit" (a burger with spicy mayonnaise). Sarah gets a children's "snapping turtle and bug juice" (hot dog and iced tea) and you get the "leaping lizard" (chili fries) with a coke.

Joel tries to pay, extending his credit card toward the cashier when he feels your hand land on his. Its soft and warm and his eyes blow wide when he darts them to you.

"Nice try," you say with a smirk. "I told you I'm paying for lunch."

Joel smiles weakly, but his focus is on the warmth of your hand as it gently nudges his away.

As the afternoon comes to a close, Joel offers to drive you home afterwards but you have a scouting meeting with Alex along a familiar bus route.

Alex? Who the fuck is Alex? As if that James asshole wasn't bad enough?

For some reason this upsets Joel in a way that feels territorial. He wants to ask follow up questions, to see why you and this guy Alex are getting together on a weekend if you're just co-workers, but he knows it would be out of place.

You two don't talk about things like that.

"Is Alex your boyfriend?" Sarah asks bluntly. She's frowning up at you as Joel inwardly congratulates his daughter’s tenacity.

"God no," you laugh as if the idea is ridiculous. "No. Alex is a new girl I work with. She just got hired this week. She’s not familiar with this part of Texas so I’m showing her around."

Joel feels a wry smile tug at his lips but he hides it by rubbing at his mouth.

"Thanks for coming today," Joel says, his hand placed on the top of Sarah's head. "I know Sarah wouldn't have had half as much fun with her boring ol' dad."

"I really enjoyed the exhibit," you answer with what sounds like honesty. "Plus I got to hang out with my favorite girl."

You drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper and lean towards a beaming Sarah.

"Just don't tell Maria, She'll get jealous."

Minutes later Joel and Sarah are waving goodbye as you load onto the bus. As it pulls off the curb and Joel watches it lumber away, he's struck with the realization that he doesn't have to pretend to enjoy your company anymore.

He just does.

///

"You busy?”

It takes you a moment to register that it's Joel on the other end of the phone. "Huh?"

"Are you busy?" Joel's voice sounds amused as he repeats himself.

“No,” you respond breathlessly. Why is Joel calling you? Why is he asking you if you’re busy? The memory of that lusty dream goes into overdrive. “Why?”

"I wanted to run an idea past you that I had. About your work and uh, maybe Sarah and I could take you to dinner tonight so we can talk about it?"

This surprises you but you agree to meet at six in the front yard. You hear his truck rumbling up in the distance and you smile at the familiar sound. You can see Sarah waving wildly from the back car seat. You return the wave laughing at her enthusiasm.

Joel parks and gets out, coming around to your side as you put a hand on the handle. You give him a quizzical look as he reaches for your door handle and juggles it before pulling it open.

"It sticks," he reminds you as he holds it open for you.

Oh, you remember.

You nod, pulling yourself up into the cab and saying hello to Sarah. You can see that she’s dressed up for this, her hair in tight plaits and wearing a shiny purple dress.

“You look like a princess,” you tell her in awe. “I feel under dressed.”

“You look gr-,” Joel starts before faltering. “It’s not a fancy place or anything. Sarah just wanted to dress up.”

“So where are we going? Not the Italian place I hope," you say hiding a smirk by facing out the window. Joel chuckles loudly, a rich sound that feels good in your ears. It’s funny to imagine how so few months ago you couldn’t stand him and now you’re willingly going to dinner with he and his daughter.

It's a chain restaurant, one of those BBQ style places that still gives kids coloring pages and crayons to entertain themselves.

The silly crush is fading from you. You know it was just a culmination of stress and the way Joel was so kind to you. You know it was just a momentary infatuation and you’re so thankful you didn’t do something stupid.

You slide into the booth smiling when Sarah climbs up after you, settling herself into the plastic booster seat the server brings out so she can reach the table.

"You good?" Joel asks, wondering if you're okay being squashed between the wall and his kid. He feels guilty, like his daughter should be choosing him to sit next to and not you.

"Of course," you answer honestly. Even if you do look like an animal caught in a cage. This concept reminds you of your first awful blind date.

“When do you go hunting?”

"Huh?"

"When do you go hunting?" you repeat. “I realize I’ve never heard you mention it since that first night. And there’s no carcasses hanging around your house, thank God. I’m surprised because most people that-”

Joel blinks at you before you see realization cross it. A guilty looking smile crosses his features.

"You don't hunt," you say slowly. Joel shakes his head, smirking guiltily. "Why did you say you did?"

He shrugs, caught, chuckling lowly to himself. "Wanted to piss you off, I think."

You laugh loudly at this, recalling how awful that first meeting was. Sarah glances up at you two before going back to her coloring.

"And now?" you tease when the laughter subsides. "You still wanna piss me off?"

Joel sobers, the smile turning wistful as he shakes his head. "Nah."

"Good," you say resolutely.

You both watch Sarah color in silence before you feel Joel’s eyes slip back to you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why were you so mad that day?" Joel leans forward in his seat. "I mean, now I know you it doesn't seem like you're a 'scream at stranger in their car' kinda person."

Joel has a way of looking at you that makes you feel pinned.

"You never know, Joel. I'm a woman of many layers," you joke, trepidation seeping into your voice. Joel seems to sense this unease because he leans back and the topic is put to the side.

"So the reason I brought you to dinner is I wanted to run an idea past you. One that’s mutually beneficial."

You take a sip of water through the straw and raise an eyebrow in question.

“I know there’s nothing left in your budget for kennels, and I also know that you won’t let me pay you for sittin’ Sarah. So I’m thinking of an exchange of trade.”

“No way,” you shake your head, knowing immediately what he’s offering. “That’s way too much to ask of you. The cost of supplies alone-”

"I got heaps of extra lumber and supplies,” Joel interrupts, seeing that you’re trying to come up with excuses. “You need kennels; I need a good sitter for Sarah. You won't let me pay you and I feel weird about it, like I'm takin' advantage of you."

"You're not," you insist.

"Still," Joel frowns. "Can y- Will you just think about it?"

You nod and the topic is dropped as a server returns to your table. The food arrives warm and smelling delicious. BBQ ribs are one of your favorites and the cornbread melts in your mouth.

You watch as Joel takes Sarah's meal and cuts it into tiny pieces. As he does this he smiles at his daughter, listening to her talk about Toad and how he likes chocolate milk just like her.

Neither of you are expecting what she says next.

"Did my Mommy like toads?"

A strange look comes over Joel at that, his dark eyes fixed on Sarah's face. You see his shoulders are tensing even when he exhales sharply. You wait for the storm, the silence, the refusal of acknowledgement. It's strange how Joel's face can go from looking so hard to so sorrowful. It's in the eyebrows, you think. Or perhaps the way he holds his mouth.

But then he goes back to cutting her burger, keeping his tone light.

"Dunno if she likes toads, but your Mama actually had a pet turtle growing up.” There's a tension in his mouth after he says it.

Wait, did he just willingly bring up Michelle?

You sneak a glance over at Sarah. Her tiny hand is around her crayon but she's not drawing. She's staring up at her dad with eyes like saucers.

"Really?"

Joel is smiling serenely at her now, the tension slowly fading from his body. You watch enraptured as those same dark eyes go from concerned to warm.

"Yeah. She had one as a pet when she was a kid. S’name was… Donatello, I think."

It's as if Sarah knows that this is a huge moment. That if she presses too much her dad is gonna be just like a Donatello and slip back into his shell. So she smiles her secret smile and goes back to coloring. Joel goes back to his sandwich and you feel your heart burst in pride for this small step.

"Okay," you relent with a smile. "I'd like to do the kennels-babysitting trade.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll take a couple months,” Joel explains. “I’ll have it done by December, if that’s okay? Got a lot of other projects taking priority, otherwise I’d knock it out in a few weeks.”

“You take as long as you want,” you enthuse with a beam. “If it means I get my kennels I will happily babysit Sarah until she goes to college.”

Joel laughs at that and you join right along when Sarah shoots a look at you and asks: “What’s college?”

The three of you continue to laugh and chat over your meal. Sarah asks you to color with her and you can’t refuse her anything so of course you join in. Joel watches you two over his water glass, his eyes slipping over your smiling face.

At one point you glance up at him with worry furrowing your brows.

“You’re sure it isn’t too much doing the kennels for me? It feels like a big imposition, Joel.”

“We’re friends right? Friends do this sorta thing for each other.”

You relax into the booth at this smiling and nodding at him.

Joel Miller is your friend.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 6 months

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windfall | (mechanic!harry part2)

summary: part 2 to this

word count: 2k

warnings: cursing

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As you walked away from the garage, frustration and annoyance built up within you. Harry's indifferent and grumpy attitude was not making this situation any easier. You considered finding another garage, but deep down, you knew that might not be a feasible option given the state of your car.

You didn’t even want to go to work today. Sleeping curled up in the backseat of the car had made your body sore, especially your back. But leaving work would mean staying at the garage all day, listening to scolds from Harry, and you didn’t want that either.

So, you decided to go to work.

Walking to the nearest bus stop, you managed to get a bus that dropped you off near your office, but you still would have to walk half a mile.

Great.

You reached the office after about an hour, completely disheveled and tired. You had gotten a bit sweaty too, that failed the purpose of taking a shower, and you were already in the need of another.

Walking in, the receptionist as well as the other few looked at you judgmentally, but you successfully managed to ignore them, too tired to start a conversation and explain your circumstances.

Walking to your worn-out leather chair, you threw your bag on the table, and slumped down on the chair. You looked at your computer, and then at the pile of files you had on your table, as well as the reports you had to finish working on, to get signed by Jake, your boss. You pouted; it was so much work for just one person. The worn-out chair creaked as you shifted, contemplating how to tackle the mountain of tasks in front of you.

Turning on the computer, you got up from your chair, and decided to go for a coffee run.

Turning the coffee machine on, and placing your cup below, you stared at the liquid pouring down as it gradually filled the cup. After a few moments, another person entered the room, and you looked over your shoulder.

Thankfully, it was your friend, Mia.

Mia was one of the very few girls in the office who worked at the same position as you, and you two had grown really close over the past 6 months, when she had driven you home one night from the bar, you had been really wasted and she was he only one sober. She had made you drink water, take a Tylenol, and tucked you in. She was so caring.

She walked with a smile up to you, proceeding to retrieve her own cup. She then came and stood next to you, while the machine was still filling up your cup.

“Morning.”

“Morning. You look tired. What happened?” she asked. You sighed and frowned, as all of the things that had happened in just the last 24 hours came rushing back, making you want to cry so bad.

“Yeah, I took the bus, and walked like, half a mile to reach here”

“Oh god. What about your car?”

“It totaled. And my apartment too, it’s gone. My landlord kicked me out.”

“Jesus, that’s awful. So you slept in your car?”

“Mhm” you removed your cup, and replaced it with hers. Taking a sip, you closed your eyes as it cascaded down your throat. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, and the coffee gave you some energy to finish some of your work, till the afternoon at least.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” she frowned too, feeling sorry for you.

“It’s alright. Should have seen that coming. I mean, I spent so much money on the concert tickets last month, I almost went broke. I couldn’t even pay rent, and it was due since so many months”

“Still. That’s so bad. If you want, you can stay at mine for a few days. My roommate has gone for a trip and I think she’ll come back next week”

Your eyes brightened. She was such a gem. You immediately put your cup down, and hugged her.

“Thank you so much. So so much”

Rest of the day went by great. You were able to submit 5 reports, and completed most of the files and cleared them off your desk. You had finally managed to find a place to live, at least for the next few days, and you were sure you could figure something out till then.

Walking back to the garage, you had a cute smile on your face. The prospect of having a place to stay for the next few days infused you with a sense of relief, and not having to see Harry everyday was an added advantage.

Reaching the garage, you spotted your car and walked to it. There was someone down below, working on it. You decided to sit by for a bit, to find Harry and tell him about the new conditions. Surely, he will be glad to see less of you throughout the week.

You knocked the hood of the car, hoping the person below would listen.

He came sliding out, but he wasn’t Harry.

And he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, with brunette hair. He was wearing a tank-top, the shirt tied around his waist. There was a bit of grease here and there, but you didn’t mind.

“Yeah?”

You blinked and shook your head, bringing your eyes back up to his face.

“Uh-yeah. I was just-I came to ask that-Oh-this-this is my car. I wanted to ask, is there any progress?” you stumbled a bit around your words, but managed to blurt out at least an understandable sentence.

“Oh, yeah. I checked the engine and it was…well, in a bad condition. I will have to replace the air filters, check the exhaust and combustion, and the fuel too. Will have to replace the battery too”

He got up, cleaning his hands on a stray cloth.

“Oh. It’s not totaled yet, is it?”

“No, lord no. It’ll be much lower than that. How much did you buy this for?”

“About 35,000 dollars”

“Nope, this will be about 600 dollars.”

“Oh, thank god. I met, Harry? In the morning. And he scared me so bad. I felt that it was gone”

“No, he just likes to give hard time to everyone. I’m Niall, by the way” he extended his hand for a handshake, and you gladly did.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. And he really scared me so much.”

“Yeah, he just does that so people use their cars better. Or at least live in fear till the repair is done. “

You shook your head, and remembered that you had to pack up your stuff, since Mia, and the moving truck was going to be here soon.

“That’s so bad. Is he around?”

“Yeah, he’s in the back. I’ll call him.”

“Sure”

He went in and came back after a while, and Harry still had his nose scrunched up, and shoulders slumped, hands crossed in the front.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh-I wanted to tell you that-my friend, she offered me her apartment for a while, so for a week, I will be living with her. So I’ll take my stuff away and you can take my number, call me if it’s done.”

“Cool. But I don’t do calls. You’ll have to be come and check yourself”

“Don’t be a dick” Niall interrupted, “I can take your number. I’ll call you if it’s done early”

You smiled, and gave him your number. He promised to call you, and reassured you that he’ll do his best work on it. It made you feel a bit relaxed, and at ease. At least, everyone was not as rude as Harry. Soon, Mia came with her car and a truck, so you could move your stuff from your old apartment as soon as possible. There wasn’t much: a couch, two almirahs, your bed which had been dissembled, the mattress a TV, a refrigerator, an oven, kitchen utensils and an induction. Some other small appliances too, like the iron, straightener, etc, but that could fit in your bag.

After everything was loaded and your car was empty, you gave the keys to Niall, and picked up your bag, walking to Mia’s car and keeping it in the backseat. You went around and sat in the front, as she drove away to her place, the truck following behind.

The night was dark as Mia's car cruised through the quiet streets. You sat in the front seat, staring out of the window as the city lights blurred and headlights blinked. The stress of your car and the situation of next week, when her roommate would be back, still lingered on your shoulders. But, you were glad to have found a temporary refuge at her place.

Upon reaching Mia's place, you stepped out of the car. The air inside was cozy and inviting. Mia led the way, and you followed suit, hauling your heavy back awkwardly.

After moving your stuff to a corner, you both slumped down on the couch. The day had been tiring, but the welcoming aroma of her home made you feel at ease.

With Mia's help, you settled into the spare room she had graciously offered. It wasn't much, but it was a haven compared to the uncertainty of your car. You thanked Mia again, overwhelmed by her kindness, and assured her that you would find a more permanent solution soon.

The night unfolded with shared laughter, stories, and a home-cooked meal. Mia was a great cook, and you hadn’t tasted her food in so many months. You talked and laughed, and having dinner with a friend was so comforting. As the clock ticked away, fatigue set in, and you found solace in the softness of the spare bed.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking you from a restful sleep. You opened your bag and took out your toiletries, and laid out the clothes for the day. Brushing your teeth, freshening up and taking a bath, you felt so much better than you did yesterday.

As you sat on the dining table drinking coffee with Mia, your phone buzzed.

It was an unknown number.

Hey, it’s Niall

Your heartbeat increased in your chest. The gorgeous brunette had messaged you?!

You put the cup down, taking the phone down. Opening his chat, you quickly typed out a reply:

Hi, good morning, Niall :)

You didn’t respond to texts from unknown mechanics with a good morning message and a smile usually, but he was different. He treated you with so much kindness, and to be honest, you had a little crush on him.

His response was quick,

Morning, love. How you been? Sleep well?

Your heart fluttered at the endearment in his message. It was unexpected, especially considering your recent interactions with mechanics, particularly the grumpy Harry. Niall's tone was a stark contrast, and you couldn't help but smile at the screen.

Yeah, slept better knowing my car is in good hands. Thanks again for your help. And you?

you replied, genuinely interested in how his night had been.

Niall's response was swift,

Glad to hear that! I slept like a log, thanks. You off to work? Yeah. You? Already there. Was working on your car just before I texted Oh. Well…good luck, I guess??? Lol. Yeah, it's all in a day's work. Don't worry; I've got it covered. Your car will be up and running smoothly in no time. Thanks, Niall. I appreciate it. No worries, love. Call me if you need anything. Sure, thanks

You closed your phone, throwing it inside your bag, you walked out to the door with a huge smile on your face.

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Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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crow-raven-crow · 8 months

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I love everything you write feat Larissa Weems esp sub!Larissa, do you have plans to write more of that? If not I'd love to request some but everything is completely up to you, I just love the idea of her trusting someone enough to submit like that!

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a/n: i looooovvvee sub!Larissa and I think it's definately going to start showing more in some of the things I put out. i love the idea of her trusting someone like that. She's been through so much, so allowing herself to give her body to someone can mean more than what meets the eye.

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You had left your shared questers a bit earlier this morning, with the hope of getting some extra work done to share a better weekend with Larissa. You hadn't been gone for long, only about 10 minutes until your class was to start for the day, when you saw an abundance of messaged being sent to your phone. It wasn't often that you found your phone blowing up with messages from your lover, but when it did it was always full of a night of fun.

You had gotten a few messaged from her while you were grading your last paper, and decided to look at all of them when you were finished. The constant flashing of your phone screen and the small buzzing against the desk did a good job in distracting you, however, and ultimately left you with the assignment nearly finished.

You grabbed your phone, quickly typed in your password, and opened your messages as the first small group of students had walked into your class. You looked up and gave them a small 'good morning' before throwing your focus back to your woman.

When you had looked back at your phone, there were more messages being thrown your way, photos stacked together of her in the most delicious lingerie you had seen her in to date. The dark colors contrasted her pale skin in a way that made your mouth water. As you scrolled through all of them, the air from your lungs stilled and your heart rate quickened. When you scrolled back to the bottom, there was one message from 15 seconds ago.

Riss: Like what you see? I've heard I can be quite the distraction..

Y/N: If I knew you were sending me these, I would've opened my messages much sooner.. Such a beauty for me, aren't you?

Your face paired with a deep blush and a smirk had made a home on your lips. You scrolled back to the photos, lost in the traces she always managed to capture you in, before being shocked back to reality as the school bell rang through the room.

Riss: Better get to work - I'd hate to be the reason you couldn't focus

Y/N: You should do the same, hmm? Focus for me, love. You might get rewarded at the end of today, so behave

With that you let out a sign as you stood, clicking your phone off and placing it into a drawer for safe keeping. You looked around the room, seeing your students all ready to learn, and smiled.

Throughout your lessons, your mind had wandered back to the photos that plagued your mind. There were moments where you had your students doing independent work at the end of your classes and you had caught yourself simply staring at your computer screen as you imagined everything you could do to her..

The way the lingerie hugged her body was enchanting, the lace highlighting every curve and the sheer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.. Her skin was the mere empty canvas that you were sure to fill up with your art when you were able to capture her in your arms, pulling the fabric off her body as your cold fingertips left goosebumps along her skin, grabbing onto her hips as she arched into you with every mark.

You were once again snapped away from your desires when there were questions about the assignment being thrown your way. You stood from your desk, feeling the warmth that had pooled between your thighs, and went over to answer any questions or clear up any comments they had.

This was going to be a long day..

Your lunch break had come at an agonizingly slow pace - looking at the clock multiple times over the hours that had passed didn't help either. You were lucky to have your classroom alone, ushering the last student out of the room, before shutting and locking the door.

You basically ran back to your seat. Hearing your phone buzz in your desk drawer only made you riled up, especially because you knew each message was from your good girl..

You threw all focus out the window as you leaned back against your office chair, phone in hand. Your breathing had already picked up significantly, and you were waiting for your brain to absolutely short circuit at anything else she managed to come up with.

You had to stop yourself from drooling as you opened the app, a segment of photos allowing her sliver of control to unfold. There were groups of photos, all seemingly going together as she slowly had less clothing on in each one. The first was her taking off her coat and settling herself on the bed, photos being taken from the reflection of one of the mirrors or with her front camera. The next was her slipping off her dress, the pale skin becoming exposed within the walls of your shared bedroom.

The last nearly had you calling out for the rest of the day. The first photo in the group was a body shot of her in the lingerie she showed you this morning, followed by one with her hand between her thighs, then her fingers moving the fabric away to show how incredibly drenched she was, then her fingers running through her folds, and the last one showing her fingers knuckle deep in her cunt.

The last segment was sent three minutes ago..

Y/N: What did I say about behaving?

Riss: I took it as a suggestion

Y/N: One you didn't follow

Riss: Correct - and one I won't follow today

The last text from her made you groan, and you knew she wouldn't let up. The fact was proven as your own message was cut off from another one sent from her - a beautiful voice message full of her moans..

The sound of her made your your body curl forward in heat, electricity course through you, and make your whole body tingle. The want that settled itself between your legs only grew, and you couldn't wait for this work day to be over.

Y/N: You better not cum. You'll edge yourself until it's my fingers, my cock that fills you. Understood?

Riss: Yes, Y/n

Y/N: Good girl..

You were practically running through the halls after you cleared out your classroom, after you gathered all your things and locked your door like a madman. She sent you updates, proving to you that she didn't cum, proving that she could be a good girl for you..

And it only made your body ache and burn with immense need..

You barged into her office, dropping your things by the door and locking it behind you, before stalking over to your shared quarters. You could hear her muffled moans through the wood, but nothing could've prepared you for the sight you were about to see.

She was sprawled out onto the bed, her lingerie still on as one hand pumped her fingers in and out of her core at a slow pace. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, and you could barely see the tears that were threatening to fall from the amount of times she almost reached her peak. Her face and chest were flushed, a sheen of sweat covering her pale skin as her body trembled.

Suddenly, you were eternally thankful that it was the weekend.

“Y/N, I-“ She was cut off by her own moans, her fingers working at a quicker pace as her eyes filled with desperation. “Plea- Please.. I need you-“

“You have no right to beg for me, my love.” Your voice boomed as you treaded over to her, taking your shirt off before placing your body above her own as you grabbed her hands, removing her fingers from her core and pinning them above her head. “Couldn’t wait for me, couldn’t behave.. It’s going to be so sweet destroying you…”

Your gaze filtered between both of her eyes, finding unquenchable need swirling in them. You took her hand and saw the slick that covered her fingers, before looking back at her and taking them into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut at the taste of her, your tongue swirling around her digits as her eyes burned into your every move.

You released them from your mouth slowly, loving the way her entire focus was on you alone, and pinned it back with her other hand. You moved your head low, down to her ear, and your voice rang out low, full of lust and the need to take her. “I wonder just how much you can take, just how many times I can make my goddess cum, hmm?”

You were met back with whimpers leaving her throat and her back arching into your touch. You kissed along her jawline, stopping just above her lips, and whispered against them. “Color?”

“Gre- Green.. please-“

Your lips crashed into hers, your own need driving your actions as you swiped your tongue along her bottom lip. She gladly let you in, your tongues dancing together and translating the growing flame that traveled throughout your beings.

You kissed down her neck, meeting her pulse point and leaving a deep mark there, licking up the porcelain column right after. You were torturing her already; you could tell by the way her hips bucked and how ragged her breathing had gotten. “Absolutely delicious..”

You placed featherlight kisses down her body, your hands releasing your grip around her wrists and traveling underneath her to unclasp her bra, tossing it somewhere in the room right after. Your fingers traced over her breasts, squeezing the soft skin in the palms of your hands, feeling her nipples harden under your touch.

You licked over her right bud and rolled the other between your fingers, the action causing loud whimpers to leave the sapphire beauty. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into your touch, as your other hand scratched lightly along her side. You gave her other bud the same attention, pulling back after and adoring the marks that were left along her skin, adoring just how much she wished that you would dive into her, give her what she wants, what she needs..

It only urged you forward, even if it was at a torturous pace..

You kissed down her body, marking up the canvas that she provided you, and had to stop due to the overwhelming desire that the smell of her arousal had filled you with. You moved your hand down to her hips and tore away that separated you from her core. She was drenched, her own arousal flooding out of her.

“All this for me?”

"Yes- Yes, Y/n please.. I need-"

You cut her off before she could finished her sentence, your tongue running through her folds at an excruciatingly slow pace, putting pressure against her clit before you pulled away completely. You were met with protests, whimpers and whines from the blonde, only to be cut off by her moans as you did the same thing.

You loved toying with her

But as her hands met your shoulders, digging her nails into your skin, as her moans got louder and less filtered, you lost the rest of your resolve.

Your tongue moved in and out of her core, fucking her and collecting everything she had to offer as your hands locked onto her hips, keeping her from moving as you made her see stars. Her first orgasm came fast, her thighs flexing and threatening to close around your head.

You moved your tongue to circle her clit to build her up for the next one, pushing two fingers into her core and moaning as her walls clenched around them. You felt her back arch underneath you, hearing her moans grow higher in pitch made your own arousal flood between your thighs. "F-Fuck! Pleas- Pleaseplease- so good"

Her moans slurred her words together, and you knew she was nearing her second orgasm soon. You applied more pressure to her clit, curling your fingers in a way that had her falling over the edge all over again. You built her back down from her high, taking a moment to take off the rest of your clothes before kissing back up her body.

She grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a passionate and heated kiss. You shifted the lower part of your body as you kissed her, your length rubbing against her core and making her break the kiss. "Y/n.. can you- could- Gods, fuck me- please.."

"Anything for you, my darling.."

You kissed her once more, translating more softness in the touch, as you moved a hand down and lined up your member with her core. Her eyes widened slightly as you teased her entrance, always forgetting just how much of you there was.

“You can take it, sweet thing.. Gods, you feel amazing around me..” You pushed inside of her, the overwhelming pleasure making your head fall and your eyes flutter shut. Fucking Larissa was always a pleasure, both of you understanding just how delicious it was to fill the other and feel everything, but with how she was acting today, it made fucking her senseless all the more better.

"I can- I can, y/n.. I want all of you.." Her nails scratched into your back as you continued to push into her.

“That’s my girl..” Your hips met hers, and you took the time of her adjusting to your length to move down to her ear and whisper out to her. “You look divine beneath me, taking all of me like a good little slut, absolutely beautiful taking my cock like the whore you are, hmm?”

She gave you the signal to move, and the sensations that coursed through your body were divine enough to nearly make you double over. Your thrusts got rougher, faster in pace, and you moaned low above Larissa at the feeling of her around you.

"Such a good girl for me, hmm?" You moaned loudly as she clenched around you at the praise you threw at her.

"Yes- your good girl, so good-" Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her brows furrowed closely, and her eyes half lidded in lust. She was close, the way her nails dug into your back and the way she urged you to go faster made that apparent. You felt your own high coming, building behind your navel and tightening, ready to snap.

"I-I'm close.. let- let me cum- please-" You loved the way she begged, her pleas falling from her lips so easily for you.

"Cum for me, love.. Let go - I got you.." You whispered low into her ear, your words being the allowance to send her over the edge and you to follow right after her.

The room filled with your high pitched moans and heavy breaths, a layer of sweat resting along the skin of you both at the actions you'd both been through. You gently pulled out of her and shifted back to your normal form, only to be met with whimpers from your lover beneath you.

"I know, baby.. I know, I'm sorry.." You planted kissed all around her face and gently rubbed your hands along her sides, in acts of reassurance. "Let me clean you up, hmm?"

You were back just as quickly, a glass of water and a wet, warm rag in hang. You moved her to sit up against the pillows, holding the water to her lips and allowing her to drink as much as she wanted. You placed it on your bedside table, and moved to softly clean her up, tossing the rag aside when you were all done.

You moved the covers back, moving her body under them, and covering you both right after. Pulling her into your arms was the greatest reward - the way she nuzzled into your neck and placed soft kisses along it only making your heart soar.

"I wasn't too much, was I? You're okay?" Your fingers traced along her sides and rubbed warm circled on her back. It was always important to you to make sure she truly enjoyed herself and everything that had taken place.

"It was amazing.. You're perfect, my dear.." Her voice rang out against your skin, her accent filling your ears and easing all your worries. You pulled her impossibly closer, your legs tangling together as your breaths traveled along each others skin.

Your hearts were happy there, and it reminded you both how everything about you two was much better than the photos.

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𝐚/𝐧: i know i say this every time, but this one was so fun to write.

i've realized how much i adore sub!Larissa, and i've also seen shapshifter!Reader float around more recently

which made this absolute joy of a fic

i hope you enjoyed this, anon, because i definately enjoyed writing it

if you saw errors no you didnt <3

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Heya, CC - hope you're doing well!

First time submitting off anon but I noticed you didn't have a Flufftober promt yet for Lucifer so I'm hoping to throw my hat in the ring

I sort of hc that MC carries around eyedrops for when Lucifer overworks himself and his eyes start to hurt😅

Idk, nothing too crazy but I think he'd appreciate the little things <3

Looking forward to your uploads regardless! ^.^

Hello there, my friend! It looks like you were still on anon when you sent this, so feel free to reveal yourself if you'd like! But no pressure, you are welcome to stay anon, too. :)

Now listen, this is exactly the kind of thing that would matter so much to Lucifer.

And since this is Flufftober, well... I definitely fluffed it up lol. I sometimes get a little cheesy when writing fluff, but I also feel like that's just the nature of fluff, you know?

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Lucifer

Warnings: none!

Lucifer was an important demon. He had a lot of others depending on him, a lot of work he had to do every day, so many demands on his time. It required all of his energy to keep on top of everything and yet he managed to do it. And he made it look easy.

To everyone else, Lucifer was the one they could always turn to for help. He could take care of anything. The responsibilities he shouldered were heavy things that he carried every day and he never faltered.

And then you showed up. You became another person for him to take care of and at first he only did it because Diavolo wanted him to. But as time passed, he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed your company. There was something about your very presence that made all of his burdens seem lighter.

For a while, Lucifer just allowed this reality to exist within him. His pride let him tell you directly that he liked when you were beside him, but his pride also prevented him from telling you why.

Lucifer noticed right away when you started doing things that perhaps would mean very little to someone else. You would do something as simple as asking him if he had eaten yet or when the last time he stood up from his desk was. Things nobody else would think to ask because they would just assume that Lucifer was on top of it the way he was with everything else.

But every time you checked in like that, every time you brought him coffee without him needing to ask, every time you simply showed up to sit in his office with him, every time you did some insignificant thing to lighten his load, Lucifer fell for you just a little bit more. He didn't even realize it was happening.

It was a late night and Lucifer still had piles of paperwork to get through. He would never say it out loud, but he was fairly certain that this was some leftover torture method that the Devildom never quite phased out. He was hunched over his desk, fully consumed in the work before him, determined to get through the current pile before the night was over.

You were sitting across from him, quietly reading a book. You often sat up with him, even if every half hour he tried to get you to go to bed. You would just smile at him and say that you weren't tired.

And Lucifer let it go for another half hour. He let it go because he wanted you there.

When he finally finished the last page of the pile he was working on, Lucifer sat up straight, leaned back in his chair, and sighed heavily.

You looked up from your book. "You're finally done!"

Lucifer smiled at you, but it was a weak, tired smile. "I only succeeded because you were here with me, MC."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh sure, Mr. Why-Don't-You-Go-To-Bed-Now."

Lucifer chuckled. He put down his pen and rubbed at his eyes, fingers pressing into them as they burned.

He didn't see you standing up from your chair, but he opened his eyes when he heard you put your book down on his desk. He watched as you pulled a small bottle of eye drops from your pocket and handed it over to him.

Lucifer took the bottle and looked at it with a baffled expression before looking back at you.

"You're rubbing your eyes again," you said, as if it was obvious. "So use some eye drops."

Lucifer frowned. "Do you have problems with your eyes, MC?"

Now it was your turn to look confused. "What? You're the one whose eyes are hurting, not me."

"But you carry these drops in your pocket," Lucifer said. "You must need them if you keep them on your person all the time."

You blinked for a moment, then smiled a little sheepishly. "Oh. Well. I started carrying them for you. This isn't exactly the first time I've seen you rubbing your eyes like that."

Something thudded in Lucifer's heart. Something he didn't know about until that very moment. Something that had been working so hard and taking care of so much that it had forgotten the feeling of someone else taking care of him.

It was so small. Such a little thing. And yet, for Lucifer Morningstar, it was everything.

He put the bottle down on the desk. He would use them in a minute. Right then, he cared far more about coming around his desk to hold you.

You seemed a little surprised when he put his arms around you without speaking. But after a moment, you pressed your face into him, as though his embrace was the one place where you belonged.

The way you so effortlessly made his life better with every little thing you did indicated to Lucifer that it was indeed where you belonged. Right there, beside his heart.

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obsessedduh · 3 months

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Brat taming with a bratty jinx please👀

ok anon! implied fem, top and taller reader, no proof read. too lazy to do it rn.

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jinx who is acting extra bratty to your liking. disobeying you, annoying you, teasing you, while you try and focus on your work. it pissed you off, not only by her teasing you, but your pussy is just aching, desperate for any touch and your girlfriend wasn't making it any better. it's been an hour and you've just finished. you rush into your shared bedroom to see jinx laying on your bed, fully naked. the tease she is!

you get on the bed, it was a war between your mouths, fighting for dominance which she always fails to win anyway. soon enough she gives into your pleading kiss, submitting to your will. you pull away, and licked the mixed spit that was on your lips.

you grin, placing kisses on her neck. your eyes wandering all over her body to her pretty pussy; you started to kiss all over body, slowly but surely making it to her pussy. a whine escapes her lips which makes you laugh.

"toots, please!!"

"alright...alright, what's the hurry?"

you smirk as the pout on her face was wiped off completely from your two fingers slipping into her soaked hole, a thumb pressed against her clit, making sure to rub in circles. you chuckle weakly as you press another sloppy kiss to her lips, you feel her pussy clamp down onto you fingers and you knew she was about to cum but you pulled put your fingers before she managed to do so. she whined once again, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"toots, why'd you stop?"

"bad girls like you get punished."

her eyes widened when you said that. you licked your fingers clean and grinned at the fear and lust visibly shown in her eyes.

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it's been an hour since then, since you've been teasing, edging and now overstimulating her, grinning sadistically as she whines and begs you to give her some sort of a break but deep down you know she loves this, being treated like the slut she is. you know damn she does.

you laugh and watch her struggle and tremble on your strap, tears streaming down her face from the aching pleasurable pain in her core.

"baby, please! s'too much!"

"should've thought of that before you decided to tease me when i was trying to focus on work, hm?"

she whimpers, another failed attempt to try to get you to soften up just a little bit, but you wouldn't budge! laughing and smiling cruelly as you watch your blue-haired girlfriend, rock her hips back and forth. she moans while her core tightens, making her go slower. you tasked and grabbed her hips, making sure she rode you up to pace. the strap slams into her pussy. she screams as her orgasm was happening, tears of pain and bliss leaking out of her eyes. when her orgasm was done, her thighs were still tembling and she collapsed into your arms.

"ah, ah, ah...we aren't done, princes. you can handle one more, right?" you cooed selfishly, uncaring of the fact her thighs were trembling...

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rosescarlette · 25 days

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-> Sleep now! <-

"Honey it's 11pm. Sleep now."

Said zhongli sharply. Zhongli is a person who manages his schedule and there you are.. chaotic.

"Which means I still have an hour .. so.. I can still game!"

"Might I remaind my dear beloved mortal wife what happened once?"

You were embarrassed.. that day you had done all your projects just BEFORE the day it had to be submitted. They gave you AN ENTIRE WEEK to do it yet.. you chose to do it on the last few hours. It was finished. Because you like to procastinate and not to mdntion you already havent slept for two days properly. The process during finishing the project wasn't quite pleasant. You had started at 8pm exact without eating any snacks neither did you drink water. When zhongli came back at 9pm he was very surprised on how you were finishing a project. The thing was he was always the one to cook. So when he saw you in middle of finishing something he decided to ignore for a while until the supper was made. Even after that were you still working restlessly. He grew concerned and decided to help you that was when your independent a- *ahem* independent mindset stopped him saying:

"It's fine I can do this!"

Only for a while later for that to turn into something like...

"THIS IS A DISASTER! IS THAT WHY THEY GAVE A WHOLE WEEK?! AHHHHHHHHH-"

You got cut off by zhongli who had just shoved food into your mouth. You glared at him. But he doesn't care at the moment. He has to make sure his beloved eats 3 meals a day or at least two. If not he would try to let you have some snacks. There is no way that guy is letting you starve yourself. He slowly spoon-fed you UNTIL the plate was over. He doesn't mind doing that. Like I said he's a gentleman. He then later gave you a bottle of water. And left.. only for a while later to find his beloved already sleeping on the desk itself.. he sighed and immediately took you to the bedroom and tucked you in and kissed your forehead. He treats you li,e his own kid. Anyways then later he decided to finish your project on your behalf. He does finish the project with full perfection. When you woke up in a panic only it done.. you hugged zhongli and he hugged you back. Well shortly after that you got a message saying that no one has done the project and they have given another week.

After you had remembered this moment.. you were quiet and then..

"Okay... that was before! See me now! I can stay up lon- OW!"

That was when zhongli had jokingly hit your head VERY LIGHTLY in a teasing way since he had seen many couples do it. But after seeing your expression.. he immediately got concerned and immediately asked you..

"Did I hit you too hard? Are you hurt? Is it paining?"

See? He just can't stand when you get hurt. You're a mortal afterall and he's an archon. And hes thd strongest one of them. His strength is unmatched so.. He's always concerned for your well being because it fears him, you leaving him forever and he just stays there lonely.

"Of course am okay! You just hit me on the head where I was wearing headphones! They're expensive zhongli! Now what would happen-.."

That's it? You said ow because you thought he might break them? Sigh he really doesn't get you sometimes yet he loves you. He could always buy you new ones which are top branded. (With Childe's money ofc)

He just chuckled and immediately wrapped your waist with his arms. Well you are shorter than him so.. You can't really get out of his grasp. Not to mention he's WAYY STRONGER too. So he just grabbed you by the waist and then just sat you on his lap. You immediately blushed and he always liked to tease you. ALWAYS. With that.. you fighting against him.

"Zhongli let me go!!"

That's when you even started to kick around him. Nah he's not gonna let you. He grabbed your legs and placed them still and just whispered into your ear in a low voice.

"Hm? Why don't we get stable now instead of chaotic? You absolutely do not want me to just grab you and place the.. device.. away form you now do you?.

You stood quiet. You DID NOT want that. So you just stayed there. His breath was tickling your neck and that's when he chuckled and then placed your phone away until..

"Can I play for more 30 mins please? Please zhongli?"

"Absolutely not. I am not letting that.. thing take you away form me."

"PLEASE JUST FOR 10 MIN- wait what? Can you say it again? Like what you just said-"

That's where you got cut off because he lifted you up in a bridal style because he had enough. You tried to do anything but no. He won't allow you to. He took you to your shared bedroom. When he got to the bedroom with you in his arms.. he immediately layed you down and IMMEDIATELY tightened tighten his arms around you once again.

"Now... now.. my dear why don't you sleep. Get some rest. Oh and am not letting you go. You're stuck here until I wake up next morning.

"FU-"

"Language."

And he dozed off to sleep. He had turned the air conditioner on and kept it on the lowest setting possible so eventually you were shivering but that bastard won't give you a blanket and he did that ON PURPOSE. So there's no point in waking him up and getting one yourself. You wanna get it yourself? That's whe you have to get out if his grip AND not to make single sound or movement because he is really sensitive to his environment.

Eventually you gave in and just curved yourself I to a ball in his arms and just snuggled closer to his chest. He was warm. VERY WARM. But in a comfortable way.. so in the end you slept comfortably without a single worry..

!!-> BONUS <-!!

Zhongli had wantedly took advantage of this hot weather and use the air conditioner, ofcourse to also get your attention because your stupid a- *ahem* mindset had always been. Giving the phone attention more than him. He also wantedly made sure there were no blankets near you so he could steal a hug!

Oh and also it was a day off tomorrow so expect him to wake up late. And you're a sleepy head so it's alright!!!

#genshin x reader #zhongli #zhongli fluff #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you #rosescarlette #rosescarlette's diary #rex lapis x you #genshin morax #genshin characters x you #genshin x you #genshin morax x you #morax x reader #i need sleep #fluff #genshin fluff

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S. lands on top: chapter 4

summary: Coriolanus returns home to the Capital with two women from district 12 plaguing his mind. One a (presumed) dead mystery but another well within his reach.

warnings: unco, dark!Coriolanus, possessive!Corirlanus, Dark themes, mentions of death, she/her pronouns, kidnapping, violence, somnophilia.

Editor: @hotline-to-hell

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S. lands on top; 4

Strabo Plinth was waiting for Coriolanus as he exited his university class.

“Mr. Plinth, sir,” Coriolanus greeted, his voice carrying his annoyance.

“Coriolanus,” the older man returns, placing a hand on Coriolanus’ shoulder and propelling him forward out of the crowd of his peers.

“We haven’t seen you in a while. Mrs. Plinth was asking about you.”

“I’ve been busy, sir, with University.”

More, in truth, with Mabel.

“Of course, but perhaps you could manage dinner on Saturday night. We promise not to keep you long.”

Coriolanus swallows his distaste. He hated being at the beck and call of district blood. Now that he was a Gamemaker, he earnt a decent wage and could afford to distance himself from the Plinths. But Strabo Plinth offered far more than money. He was a powerful ally to have in Coriolanus' corner.

So he smiles at the older man and doesn’t jerk from his touch.

“Why don’t you and Ma come up to our penthouse Saturday? There’s someone I would like you to meet.”

It would be a good opportunity to test Mabel’s training on people who don’t really matter.

Strabo seemed pleased with the news, and confirmed that both him and his wife would be there. He finishes his sentence with ‘son’ and Coriolanus couldn’t help but flinch.

—--

With Reaping Day coming up, Coriolanus and the other Gamemakers were working overtime to get everything organized on time.

It frustrated him to no end. Dr. Gaul had already set him an impossible target and now she was shortening the deadline.

He had been forced to authorize a heavy hand with Mrs. Fox. Mabel’s hands were often red and sore from the cane by the time he came home, but her temper flared bright still.

She was a dog with teeth and he was yet to get her to eat from the palm of his hand.

She loved a challenge, but so did he.

By the time he got home, the house was dark and quiet. Normally Tigris would sit up and wait but she wasn’t talking to Coriolanus much these days. Another problem that would be solved the second Mabel learned to submit.

Coriolanus finds his way to his bedroom and locks the door behind him.

He could see Mabel’s outline on the bed as he dropped his bag by his desk. He isn’t quiet as pulls his pajamas from the drawer, and heads to the bathroom. He hears Mabel move as he switches on the light in the bathroom, he turns back to see if she had woken.

She had not but the sight before him struck a match.

She was back in his top and underwear. Her soft hair seemed to shine with its new care and was sprawled around her. Long locks curled on her shoulder towards her breasts. She laid on her back as if she was showcasing her beauty to Coriolanus. Her neck stretched out to him as her head rolled to one side. Her legs slightly parted as one rested on the pillow she used as a barrier. Pretty pink lips and long eyelashes called out to him, taunting him, ‘You can look but you can’t touch’. But why couldn’t he? He owned her now. He was soon to own Panem.

He drops his pajamas and crawls on the bed over her. She doesn’t wake from his presence, and he takes it as a go-ahead to unbutton her top. The cold air does wake her. She instantly knows what he’s doing and screams for Tigris.

Covering her mouth with his hand, he brings his lips down to her ear, “Shh, don’t wake the house.”

She screams into his hand and he removes it to backhand her. She lets out a moan of pain, but nothing more.

He is rougher with his movements, yanking the shirt off her shoulders and pulling her up by the neck to get rid of it completely. He uses both hands to pull her pants off her ankles before returning.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yells and he covers her mouth once more.

“You’ve cost me quite a bit of money these last few weeks. Your governess, the peacekeepers, food, chocolates.”

His hand lowers to rub circles over her sex.

“You should really thank me.”

Her hips buck at his touch. She was no virgin and knew of the release Coriolanus was offering.

He presses his lips down against hers harshly. It was their first kiss and it was intoxicating. She doesn’t kiss back but makes no move to hinder his kiss. His hand goes back over her lips when he’s done and he undresses himself one-handedly.

He tries not to hurt her as he clumsily tears his clothes off but as she wiggles and fights under him, he is forced to press her back into the mattress with his elbows and knees.

He presses his naked body down on Mabel to stop her from wiggling. His strong fingers grip over her mouth and her nails claw into his shoulders, trying to hurt him.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he demands.

She brings them up to his neck and digs in.

“Headboard,” he repeats with a firm twist of her hair.

She does put them up, curling her little fingers around the rich material.

One day, when everything was settled, he was going to take his time exploring every inch of Mabel. But for right now, he just needed to reach the end goal.

He inserts a finger into her to pleasantly find she was wet. His eyes darted up to her at the sensation.

She had chosen to close her eyes. He takes it as another victory.

He breaches her entrance with his finger but never fully enters. Just pushes his finger back and forth.

“Let see, your governess is on a thousand panem an hour and you districts make only one panem an hour. Add that to all the chocolate you eat, and well, you’ll be laying down, taking my cock for a while to come.”

In anger, she lowers her hand to give his curls a harsh pull. He slaps her thigh in retaliation.

“Keep your hands on the headboard.”

She places them back on the headboard.

He used to imagine sneaking out the back of the Hob with Mabel like he watched her do with so many other men. This was better.

She tossed those men aside when she was done. Never to be spoken about again.

Here, the only man who would touch her would be him.

He lines himself up with her and pushes himself as far as he could go. She arches her back at the feeling of him inside her. With a hand over her mouth, he begins to thrust into her. He could feel her lips part under his hand in quiet moans. She used her feet to push back at his hips but it was a half-hearted effort at the least.

He reaches up to the headboard and clamps one of his hands down on hers ensuring that it stays there. His thrusts are hard and fast.

He hits a particular spot and her hips buck.

“You like it there?” he targets the same location. Her hands grapple the headboard almost as a praise.

“Bet those boys in 12 never fucked you like this. Never gave you the proper attention you deserve.”

She said something into his hand but it was muffled and surly from her lust.

Her breathing hitches as the pleasure builds, he can feel her little puffs of air fall on the skin of his hand. Giving her the full treatment, he lowers his hands and rubs two fingers over her clit. She jumps and whines from the attention. It was better than any song Lucy Gray ever sang.

Between his thrusting and his fingering, she came within seconds.

He lets out an unintended moan as she clenches around him. Her fight returns as her orgasm is flushed from her and she begins to wiggle underneath him.

He barrows down again in retaliation, so she was forced to lie there and take it. He shows her mercy by taking away his hand and using it to hold her hips in place.

“You’re used to taking charge, aren’t you? Once you’ve had your fill, you would toss them aside without theirs. Rude girl.”

She throws her head back and his hand follows as his thrusts become painful. When she lowers her hands to his arms without permission, he doesn’t mind.

His head spun. For the first moment since childhood, he was living in the present and not plotting and scheming for the future.

Heavy pants accompanied his thrusts as the hard and fast movements worked his body.

He lowers his head to her neck as he feels his end coming. The position meant his lips were pressed against her collarbone as he came inside her. His hips buck weakly a few times at the end to ensure that he had fully emptied himself.

Coriolanus rolls off her and into his side of the bed.

She lays there as Coriolanus’ cum drips out of her, deathly still while he pants breathlessly.

She doesn’t say anything as she rises and takes Coriolanus’ shower, slamming the door behind her.

The next morning he rose in good spirits. After so long he finally got a taste of Mabel. He was right to say she was addictive. Still, he didn’t want children running around his feet. He had only just got her. He rang down for Profeous, a pill that worked within a 24-hour time frame to ensure that nothing stuck.

It was delivered with his morning paper. Mabel was still not up yet. He doubted she went to sleep until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t his problem, he needed her to get up now, take the pill, and have some breakfast. She could nap later on.

He brings her the pill and a cup of water.

She lay curled into a ball on her side. He shook her until she unrolled herself.

She sat up, with her eyes stuck together from sleep. She won the battle against them and looked at Coriolanus sitting on the end of the bed.

“Good morning,” he greets, holding out his palm with the little white pill.

“What is it?” she asks.

“It’ll stop you from getting pregnant.”

She snatches it off him and downs it without water. He places a hand on her shoulder as he leans over to place the cup of water on the bedside table.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she brushes his hand off.

“You didn’t seem to mind me touching you last night.”

She glares at him with a fury that doesn’t suit her beauty.

“That had nothing to do with you.”

“That had everything to do with me.” he cockily replies.

“It’s a natural reaction. God's gift to any man who can find the clitoris.”

She takes the water off the table and gulps it down.

“I knew you were going to,” she admits softly.

“Well, you’re not stupid”.

“So that’s how it will be now? It’s begun.” She rested her head against the cool glass as she spoke. Before regaining herself and placing the glass bedside table, forfeiting her comfort in an effort to seem more put together.

“Sex doesn’t scare me,” she remarks.

“It’s not supposed to.”

“You can’t use it to break me.”

He places a hand on her thigh in comfort. She tenses under it but doesn’t move it off her to show him that intimacy couldn’t be used as a weapon.

“Mabel, your life here can be comfortable or it can be very uncomfortable for you. Sex can be something enjoyable for both of us, or it can just be enjoyable for me. You can have food and clothes and as much chocolate as you can eat.”

“So long as I open my legs,” she had a habit of interrupting him that he had yet to break.

“And keep your mouth shut.”

He gets up from the bed, shoving his hands in his pocket and standing above her.

“There’s a dinner on Saturday night where you will be presented to the Plinths. A trial run for you to show me that you can learn your place here in the Capitol.”

“My place as you captive,” she bit. He yanks her chin up to him,

“Your place as my pet.”

She glares at him.

“My little lap dog,” he mocks, releasing her.

Intimacy didn’t scare her, the loss of independence did.

—————-

Coriolanus spent his Saturday completing an assignment that wasn’t due for another two weeks. But the quicker he got school out of the way the more he could focus on Mabel.

He hid at his writing desk, penning the paper while Mabel sat with Tigris in the living room sewing.

He had left the door open to hear any commotion but he only heard laughter and the occasional scolding of Grandma’am.

The night was fast approaching and he still had to organize the meal for tonight. Despite being district, Strabo had particular tastes that he demanded to be catered to.

He sighs as he places his pen back in its holder. Two assignments down, four to go.

Coriolanus rises from his chair and heads to the living room to organize dinner with the chef.

Mabel paid him no mind as he entered the room. She makes a point to not look at him but continue her sewing as if he wasn’t there.

He plays the same game as he continues his way to the kitchen and calls down for the chef to be brought up.

While waiting in the living room for the chef, Coriolanus calls for Tigris. Mabel doesn’t turn at the sound of his voice but Tigris scurries over to him.

He produces two tickets from his pocket and passes them to her.

“I’ve made dinner reservations at the Venezia at 6 and requested a lounge with Pluribus at his nightclub for after the Opera.”

“Opera?” Tigris checks the dates of the tickets, “Tonight!”

“For Grandma’am and you”.

She eyes Coriolanus suspiciously.

“I’m not so sure, Coryo.”

“Mabel will be fine here with me.”

“She’s been funny recently. Quite. I don’t think I should leave her.”

“You leave her every day, Tigris, when you go to work,” he flicks the tickets in her hands, “Besides I’ve already told Grandma’am that you’re taking her.”

There’s a knock at the door from the chef and Coriolanus pats Tigris on the shoulder as he leaves.

He passes the living room, crossing directly where Mabel sat but she still refused to look at him.

—----------------

Coriolanus digs in Tigris’ closet while Mabel was taking a shower. No dress was up to his standard. He wanted something that let Mabel’s beauty speak for itself. Tigris hid behind her clothes. They were all too colorful. Too eccentric. Nothing Mabel wouldn’t drown in.

His hands went still over a simple black evening gown with a sweetheart neckline and small cap sleeves. He takes it for Mabel along with Tigris’ makeup bag off her vanity and brings it to his room with the dress. Still hearing the shower running, he leaves the items on the end of the bed and joins Mabel in the shower, leaving a trail of clothes as he strips.

She gives no reaction to him. Showers together were a regular occurrence.

He picks up the scented soap and lathers it over her body.

“I’ve put a dress on the end of the bed for you. And some makeup. Do you know how to use it?”

She grabs the soap off him and distances her.

“We had makeup in District 12.”

She goes to pass him out of the shower but he catches her arm and pulls her back under the stream.

“Nothing clownish. Keep it simple. And mind your manners tonight. Plinth doesn’t take disrespect easily.”

Coriolanus leaves the shower first to prepare himself. He brushes and dries his curls into submission. Rubs an expensive cream into his skin to give it a healthy, glowy look and then hunts in his closet for something to match Mabel. He knew he had a black suit that had dark patterned printing on it. But amongst his many clothes, it was difficult to locate.

When he finally locates it, Mabel had already dressed and begun styling her hair and makeup. He could hear her behind him as he then went to find the perfect pair of shoes to match.

She hums as she does her makeup, finding joy in once again dressing up.

It was nearly time for the Plinths to come up from their apartment just below. They had brought the floor below the penthouse to stay close to Coriolanus after the death of their son. They latched on to him quickly when he returned home. Replacing the hole Sirjanus left before it bled too much. At first, Coriolanus relished in the attention and the money. But as he rose in society, they got in his way more often than not.

While Strabo was often an ally, one that Coriolanus was surprised to find had a lot in common with, Ma was a hindrance. Her outdated fashion despite her money, and her babying of Coriolanus in public made it almost not worth the connection to her husband. But all people still had their use. She had brought him the suit he now wore.

The jacket buttoned upon his right shoulder, giving the suit an almost military feeling.

He turns around to see Mabel putting on her red lipstick using a small standing mirror. She looked stunning. Her dress was tight upon her body, exemplifying her curves and pushing up her small breasts. She pinned her hair up in a loose bun and followed his instructions on the minimalistic makeup.

His breathing hitched looking at her. He thought she was beautiful as district scum, he had no idea how beautiful she could be as a Capitol debutante.

She catches him staring in the mirror and tosses her lipstick down.

“They’ll be here soon. It’s custom to wait in the living room.”

She rises and spins for him.

“Happy?”

“You look fine,” he dismisses but a glint in her eye tells him she knew how good she looked.

The doorbell rings as soon as they reach the living room.”

“For a party of a higher standing, we would have servants answer the door. Being as the Plinths are close family friends, I will answer,” he spoke as he walked to the door.

As soon as it opened, a short woman in a dark green skirt suit popped in.

“Coryo!” Mrs. Plinth croons and he bends down to her level so she can plant a kiss on his cheek, “We’ve missed you horribly!”

“I’ve been busy, Ma. With school and work.”

“You mustn't work too hard,” the older lady looks concerned at Coriolanus' schedule. Her eyes softened at his before they caught Mabel out of her peripheral vision.

“Oh dear,” Mr. Plinth had not told her about the special someone Coriolanus wanted them to meet and was surprised to see Mabel standing in the living room. Mr. Plinth smiles as he lingers behind his wife, holding a plate of food. It was a pleasant surprise, one that he knew would make Ma happy.

“Hello,” Mabel greets politely.

Ma was happy with the surprise, grinning from ear to ear as she walked towards Mabel.

“My, aren’t you pretty!” Ma compliments.

“That’s very kind of you,” Mabel returned humbly, “I’m Mabel.”

Ma pulls Mabel down into a hug, “I am Ma. You can call me Ma!”

Mabel instantly warmed to Ma the same way she warmed to Tigris. Still, Mabel had not passed any test. Impressing Ma was hardly a feat.

Strabo follows Coriolanus to the living room and holds out the hand that was not carrying a plate. It engulfed Mabel's entire hand as they shook.

“Strabo Plinth.”

Mabel nods her head back. Coriolanus noticed an instant shift in her demeanor as he approached.

Her sassy mouth shut, her shoulders dropped, and she kept her head slightly down.

Coriolanus felt jealous that he did not have the same effect on her. He wondered if it was Strabo’s dark features or large frame that he did not have that produced such a result.

“Coriolanus never mentioned you.” He could see Strabo drinking Mabel in. He eyes her hungrily as he stands next to his wife. They cloud with darkness, and Coriolanus feels a certain pride. He had what others wanted. The boy in the too-tight shoes came out on top. Snow came out on top.

“He never mentioned me to me either.” Coriolanus’ fingers balled into a fist at her jab. The Plinths looked perplexed at her answer, sharing a glance between them.

“Can I take that?” Mabel quickly moves on, taking the plate out of Mr Plinth's hands. She uncovers the cloth wrap and looks up in excitement.

“Are these rock cakes?”

Mrs Plinth laughs, “Yes. You know them?”

“My mother makes them for every birthday.”

Mrs. Plinth looks fondly upon the girl, “My mother used to as well.”

“I’ll put these in the kitchen for later.”

Coriolanus grabs her arm to stop her from going. Her first fail of the night.

“Ring the bell and have the maid come out. You don’t enter the kitchen when guests have arrived.”

Mabel huffs but does as she is told. “There are so many rules in the Capitol. It’s hard to keep up.” Mabel talks squarely to Ma who stands surprised.

“Yes,” she agrees in a soft voice, “I had trouble at first too.”

“You’re not Capitol?” Mr. Plinth cuts straight to the chase.

“You’re not Capitol?” Mabel shoots back.

“Yes,” Ma answered at the same time as Mr. Plinth answered “No.”

“No,” Mr. Plinth reiterates, “Not anymore.”

Coriolanus finds this time to intervene, “The same is to be said about Mabel.”

He snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him.

“Mabel lives here now. In the Capitol.”

The maid enters the room and Coriolanus takes the plate off Mabel and passes it to her.

“Bring it back out with dessert,” he instructs. She bows in response and takes back off into the kitchen.

“Goodness, what a surprise,” Ma couldn’t hide the look of shock off her face.

“Coriolanus, perhaps it is best if we continue with dinner.” The man puts his hand on his wife's back and urges her forward. She sits at his side and Coriolanus follows suit, pushing Mabel to the table.

He rings the bell and the first course is brought out. Mabel smiles at the familiar maid but it is not returned.

“What district are you from?”

“I told you before that we are not district.” Strabo had started to eat his meal and did not look up as he spoke.

Ma sighs answering the question, “We are from District 2.”

“Oh! I went there once with my father. When they needed workers for the railway developments.”

Just as Coriolanus went to reprimand her, Strabo slams his fist down on the table.

“No more talk of districts. Eat your food and be quiet.”

Coriolanus could see a glimmer run across Mabel's eyes. He hoped she could contain it before she embarrassed him.

“So Coryo,” Ma began, “How’s school going?”

“I hear you're top of the class,” Strabo added.

“Yes, sir. Although there is not much competition. Most of the students pay for their place in the university rather than earn it.”

“Have you made any friends yet?” Ma often got Coriolanus confused with Sejanus. Coriolanus was friends with everyone, or at least enough to be able to call upon them for a favor. However, if he said yes, it would start a line of relentless questions.

“It is difficult with work. I miss a lot of the social events, and I often leave straight after the lecturer has finished.”

Ma looks upon him with undeserved sympathy. The maid returns from the kitchen with champagne and pours out the glasses.

“How is work going, Coryo? Dr. Gaul is not too hard on you, I hope.” Ma asks almost meekly.

She hated that he had followed Dr. Gaul as a Game maker. She tried for months to pressure Coriolanus into the family business, but he needed to separate himself from the Plinths as much as possible.

Coriolanus smiles politely back at her, “Fine, Ma.”

“Oh that’s good,” she answers, taking a bite of her entree.

“You know, you don’t have to study and work. If you want to focus more on your studies, we would be happy to increase your allowance.” The Plinths had offered several times, to the point the conversation had become dull.

His allowance was far more than he could spend anyway. He worked to separate himself from the Plinth fortune. One day because of his work and education, he would be president.

“I like the challenge,” Coriolanus contends.

“What do you do for work?” Mabel asks. He realized that Mabel doesn’t know a thing about him.

Coriolanus hesitated to say ‘Gamemaker’. She was in a relatively settled mood. It was sure to disrupt that.

“I work for Dr. Gaul,” he says instead.

“Doing what?” she pushes back.

An awkward silence crosses the table.

“Oh, something bad.” she guessed.

“Mabel, we are having dinner. Eat it or I’ll take it back.” He reaches out under the table and squeezes her thigh in warning.

“Mabel, what a beautiful dress you are wearing.” Ma was trying to save the night and Coriolanus mentally thanked her for it.

“Thank you, Ma. So Coryo, do you kick puppies or rip blankets off sick children?”

Coriolanus passes Mabel's plate back to the Maid waiting by the wall to serve drinks. She takes it from him and returns it to the kitchen.

Strabo gives Coriolanus a head nod of approval.

Ma clears her throat, “Truly a beautiful dress. Is it one of Tigris’ designs?”

Mabel nods her head.

“You look fantastic in it.” Strabo comments.

“And what do you do Mr. Plinth? To earn such respect from Coriolanus?” Mabel ignores his compliment.

“I am a weapons manufacturer,” Strabo eats quickly.

She turns to Coriolanus with a glare, “What do you do?”

“Ma,” Coriolanus ignores her and focuses his attention on his guests, “How’s volunteering at the hospital?”

Mabel stews over what it could be. While Coriolanus stews over Mabel’s conversation etiquette. He could not have her talking like that in front of Dr. Gaul, she would be sure to demand Mabel’s tongue.

He takes her wrists in a tight hold as a warning as he eats and listens to Ma prattle on.

The first course was done and the plates were cold and empty as Ma finished her tales of working in the hospital.

Coriolanus offers her a smile as he rings the bell for the next course. It was ready and waiting, coming out almost as soon as the bell was heard.

Mabel’s servant friend goes to place the dish in front of her but Coriolanus waves it off.

Mabel looks at him annoyed but doesn’t say anything. Neither do the Plinths.

They eat in silence while Mabel sits looking at them.

There was no bread on the table for her to even pick at.

“Hm, this is good,” Ma tried to break the tension but her cheeks flushed at her words, “Oh I am sorry Mabel. I didn’t-”

Mabel laughs as if she thought it was funny and Ma unshrinks from herself.

Her laughing sets the mood of the night back on track and Coriolanus mentally praises himself for making the correct choice to withhold dinner from her.

Polite conversation passes around the table. Mabel even uses some of the questions and responses learned from her governess.

He felt proud of his girl. Maybe she would impress Dr. Gaul on reaping day. Maybe Coriolanus was ready to be hailed president of Panem.

The servants come back and the girl holds the dish of the balled sugar bread known as rock cakes.

She was silently asking if she was to put it down.

Coriolanus stares still deciding.

“Oh Coriolanus, surely she can have dessert. She said rock cakes are her favorite.” Ma pleads.

“Don’t spoil the girl. She still has lots to learn.” Strabo interjects.

The decision lay with Coriolanus who allows her to have just one.

She looked pleased with the decision and it helped to settle her into a better mood. She ate with her hands which would have earned a scolding from Coriolanus if Ma also wasn’t forgoing her utensils.

He and Strabo choose the cheesecake on offer.

“If you're free any day Mabel, you should come down to our apartment and I’ll show you how to make them.”

Mabel perked up at the news but Coriolanus was not pleased with the offer.

“Maybe once Mabel has settled.” He was quick to respond before Mabel could accept.

“Oh, of course. There is no rush.”

Mabel quickly finishes her cake and reaches for another from the plate in the middle. Coriolanus intercepts it and throws it back.

She huffs but accepts he was serious about only allowing one.

Strabo finishes his last bite and snaps at the wait staff to take it.

“Strabo!” his wife chastises.

Another maid brings out a tray of tea and places it in the living room. She takes a small silver box off the tray and brings it over to Coriolanus. She opens the box in front of him showing the cigars.

He turns to Mabel explaining, “You and Ma will go to the living room now to have tea. Mr. Plinth and I will have our cigars, and join you later on.”

“I am not one to argue.” Mabel jests, holding out her hand across the table for Ma, who gladly takes it.

The women were happy together in the living room where the conversation was lighter. Mr. Plinth had moved to take Mabel’s seat next to Coriolanus so they could talk privately.

“She’s gorgeous. I can see why you sent for her.” Strabo comments.

“She knows it too. Far too sassy for her own good”. He felt this information was safe with Strabo.

“Yes. I picked up on that. She needs a strong hand.”

“Well I am trying, sir, but it’s a fine line between dampening her spirit and extinguishing it completely.”

Strabo flicks the ash from his cigar into the tray, looking solemnly down at it.

“I always wondered what would’ve happened if I got Sejanus a woman, if maybe it would’ve refocused his attention,” his eyes flick back to Coriolanus, “A woman like Mabel would have done him wonders I think.”

Coriolanus felt jealous at just the thought. Sejanus wouldn’t have been able to control Mabel. She would have ended up the family’s avox, eating Ma’s custard.

But verbally he agreed with Strabo.

The talk changed to new developments in weaponry and Coriolanus’ teachers that Strabo knew.

The cigars finished before the tea. The women were too busy talking to finish their cups.

Mabel had no trouble in conversation with people she deemed worthy of it.

The men join the living room conversation.

Strabo went to stand behind his wife and placed a loving hand on her shoulder.

After Coriolanus poured Ma another cup of tea, he copied Strabo by standing behind Mabel and placing a hand on the back of her neck. She jumps away from him.

It was not a good look in front of the Plinths and Coriolanus wanted to smack her for embarrassing him but he restrained himself.

Strabo took it upon himself to compel Mabel into a better attitude. He moves from his wife towards Mabel.

Strabo takes her shoulders into his hands and rubs up and down her arms.

“I know how scared you must be. Capitol life can be a tough adjustment. If you ever need anything to help you here. You just let us know.”

Mabel tore free from his hold, a look of disgust upon her face.

“Help? From a man who killed his own people for scraps at the Capitol table? I’d rather lay with dogs than take that company.”

Coriolanus groans at her words. Strabo Plinth was not a man to cross.

“Oh!” Ma had a hard time with the subject of money and how they required theirs. Her eyes filled with tears and she choked as her throat closed up.

Mabel reaches out to comfort her, but Ma is taken into the hold of Strabo who demands she go back down to their apartment.

He leads her to the door, ensuring she gets into the elevator before coming back inside.

Coriolanus held Mabel’s arm in a tight grip as he scolded her for her behavior.

Strabo pulled her from Coriolanus and struck Mabel across the face with such force that it knocked her to the ground.

“Learn what my son did not; submit to the ways of the Capitol or die.”

Mabel glares up at him from the floor, “I’ll tell him you said hello.”

Before Coriolanus could stop him, Strabo had her by the throat.

‘‘Do you think your beauty will save you?”

“Strabo,” Coriolanus calls, grabbing the man by the shoulders and pulling him away. It was the first time he had ever used the man's name.

Mabel gasps for air on the floor.

“I think my beauty will get me killed,” she heaved out.

Strabo shoves Coriolanus off and straightens back into his sophisticated demeanor.

“Coriolanus. I am sorry.” Strabo apologizes, “She wasn’t mine to correct”.

“Your wife is waiting for you, Mr. Plinth”, Coriolanus takes the older man to the door by his shoulder, leaving Mabel on the floor.

Coriolanus closes the door behind them and Strabo turns to him once more.

“I am not sure what came over me.”

Coriolanus looks at him bored. It was hardly surprising that Mr. Plinth was a violent man. In so many ways Coriolanus felt understood by Strabo. They could have been father and son in another lifetime. But if they had been, Coriolanus never would have been sent to District 12 and Mabel never would have caught his eye.

“I apologize for Mabel’s behavior. She was out of line with her comments.”

Strabo nods his head, looking down at his shoes.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t marry her,” Strabo addressed, “You could see how it would reflect upon us.”

Coriolanus fixed the cuff of his shirt. There would be nothing worse for his reputation than to play son to district-born Plinths and then go and marry a district-born girl.

“No one will know she is from the districts. I plan to introduce her as a long-lost heiress.”

“A long lost heiress,” Strabo scoffs, “She’s more district than I am.”

His movements are rash as he pulls on the flaps of his jacket.

“For now. She improves daily.”

“I thought the same thing about Sejanus and now look where he is.”

He presses the button to the private elevator down to their apartment, “My son would have really liked her.”

There was truth in that comment. Their willful and unshakable values would have made them fast friends.

“Goodnight, Coriolanus.” Strabo bid entering the elevator.

“Goodnight, Mr. Plinth”.

Coriolanus enters back into the apartment to find Mabel had moved off the floor. The experiment had failed and Coriolanus found himself disheartened. She didn’t have long left until the reaping.

He storms to find her in their room. She sat at his desk and tore the pins out of her hair, angrily.

He takes hold of her ear and pushes her against the wall where he could pin her.

“Anyone else and your actions would have got you killed tonight.”

“I don’t care.”

“I care,” he foolishly admits.

He pushes off the wall to take off his belt. Spinning Mabel around to face the wall, he lays the belt across her back.

She yelps as it comes down. The staff in the kitchen would be able to hear her but Coriolanus was so angry with her that appearances didn’t matter.

He didn’t stop until she was sobbing so hard, it interfered with her breathing.

“I want you to write an apology to the Plinths before you go to bed.”

Mabel wipes the tears from her face.

“Yes, Coryo.” she bit out.

With only two weeks before the Reaping, Mabel was nowhere near ready to meet Dr Gaul.

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