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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ STRAWBERRIES & CREAM | steve h. x reader ✦

wc: 2k+

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc.) p in v, praises!! lots of praises! degrading if u squint really really hard but not really!! slight dom!steve, but mostly soft!dom!steve, sub!reader, kind of a breeding kink, creampie, steve is v horny, aftercare!! shitty aftercare bc i suck at writing endings JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you make steve a strawberry cake, and steve wants to return the favor.

authors note: FIRST TIME WRITING STEVE SMUT IM EXCITED!! im so very sorry about the shitty ending and the shitty aftercare, i had shitty men so i cannot write good aftercare OKAY!!! nah im jk hope yall enjoy it, PLS PLS leave me some feedback they r my joy and hope!! ALSO COME TALK TO ME IN ASKS, OR SEND ME PM IM V FRIENDLY I LOVE TALKING TO PPL okay that's it enjoy!! mwah xo, em💌

steve loves it. he absolutely loves when you do something for him, he adores the pretty smile you give him when he tells you how much he loves whatever it is you did for him.

but he can't help but get horny, so fucking horny when you do something for him. anything. when you bring him coffee at work, he's hard as a rock. when you take care of him after a stressful day, he's grateful, so grateful, but his bulge is tightening his pants.

and right now, when he sees you in your tight little sun dress as you're holding out a strawberry cake, his favorite, he knows he's about to explode.

he groans, actually groans as you dip your finger in the frosting holding out your fingers in front of his lips, his cock is strained in his pants, he needs you, and he needs you now.

his gaze remains attached to yours as he sucks on your finger, the rich flavors engulf his mouth, and he makes a popping sound causing you to rub your thighs together with the way his gaze devours you.

'what d'ya think?' you give him a small smile, excited for his feedback as you spent the entire day working on steve's favorite cake.

'tastes so fuckin' sweet, darlin' he murmurs as you giggle, looking up to him all doe-eyed, and steve swears you're doing it on purpose.

'do you like my surprise?' you ask, your eyes are lit up with hope and steve is putty in your hands, he adores the way your face is covered in flour, and he's quick to swipe it away, admiring your features.

'i love it, baby, you made this just for me?' he teases, his soft hands cup your cheeks, and you nod quickly, melting into his hands.

'mhmm, just for you stevie.' you murmur as you plant a kiss into his palm, and it's so soft, so fragile that steve feels perverted by the way he's thinking about you.

but he's desperate, so fucking desperate that all he wants to do is bend you over the counter and thrust into you till you scream out his name, making you cum over and over again while he watches your pretty face contort.

'wanna taste some too, stevie.' you whine as you point towards the cake, steve's pants tighten at what you're insinuating and he bites his cheek, his fingers dip into the frosting as he holds it in front of you.

you are quick to take his hand in yours, licking the frosting as you suck on his finger, all while holding your gaze with his, and you can almost see his pretty chestnut orbs become dark and lustful.

'you have no idea what you're doing to me, princess.' he sucks in a breath, 'fuck.' he almost groans and you look up at him all innocently.

'my pretty girl.' he murmurs as his lips crash into yours, they taste like strawberries and cream, he's gentle but rough, and so very needy.

'need you baby, need you s'fuckin' badly.' he groans into your lips, 'stevie...' you whine, pleading.

'what does my pretty girl need?' he cooes. 'you. need you inside.' you whine, so needily, so prettily that steve has no choice but to take care of his girl.

before you can comprehend it steve is quick to bend you over the kitchen counter, pressing your head on the cold counter with one hand while the other one is quick to unzip his pants.

'i got you, baby... i'm gonna give you everything you fuckin' need, princess.' he flips up your dress, groaning at the sight as he gives you a rough slap on your cheeks, making you yelp.

'shh, princess... you can take it, mmm? my good lil' girl can take it.' he lays a messy kiss on your back, giving you another slap as you whine again.

'p-please... need more, need your cock, stevie...' you plead, and steve pouts. 'such a needy lil' baby, are ya?' he mocks, and you nod, you want— need him.

his tip is leaking with pre-cum as he gives it a few tugs at the sight of your ass cheeks being covered with his handprints, he smirks, smugly. 's'fuckin' gorgeous...' he murmurs, he tugs at your lacy panties, dragging them down your thighs.

he's slow to kiss every inch of your thighs, he spreads them apart, placing sloppy kisses in your inner thigh from the back as your breath hitches, 'stevie...' you murmur.

'you say my name so pretty.' he praises, 'tell me what you want, doll.' he's teasing now as his lips come close to your pussy lips, but never close enough that you get what you need.

'p-please, stevie, your hands, your mouth, your cock, anything...' you plead, doe-eyed, and steve knows he could never say no to you.

'pretty baby, you know i would never say no to you if you begged for me like that, hmm?' he cooes, standing up now, cowering over your figure, his eyes are glazed with lust, you can't see him with your ass pressing onto his hardened cock, but from the tone of his voice you know how worked up he is.

his fingers are rough as they pinch your clit, causing you to whine. he slips one finger into your soaking folds, going deeper and deeper as you cry out, begging for more.

'is this what you wanted, sweets?' he murmurs, his lips are on your neck, sucking, nibbling, marking you in any way that he can.

'yes, yes!' you whine, steve's fingers are fast as they work in and out of you, his mouth is on each part of your body, almost. you can feel his thick cock, pressing harder against your ass, and it is driving you crazy, you need him inside of you.

'n-need more, stevie. need your cock.' you plead.

'does my good lil' girl want my cock inside?' he cooes, mockingly, making you nod frantically, 'yes, please stevie, please!' you cry out.

'what my pretty girl want, she gets.' he murmurs as he lines his angry tip along your entrance. he holds his cock with one hand while the other has a tight grip on your waist, then to tease you further, he starts tapping his leaking tip against your aching clit, letting out a hum.

you whine at the movement, feeling empty. 'such a pretty fuckin' sight, my gorgeous girl.' mewled groans escape his pretty lips, without letting a whine escape your pretty lips again he thrusts his hips into you in a quick movement, causing you to gasp at the feeling.

with both of his hands, he grips your waist, sheathing his cock inside of you slowly and more steadily now, bending you over further as he works his cock inside of you making you moan and whimper beneath him.

'f-fuck, princess. i'll never get used to how well this tight cunt takes me." his voice is raspy.

"so fuckin' warm.' he groans, his head thrown back as you feel your tight cunt stretch with each of his movement.

he sinks deeper, and deeper into you, burying himself to the hilt, making sure that you feel every ridge, every inch of his cock.

he brings one of his hands against your head, pressing you further into the counter as he thrusts further into you, causing you to suck in a breath when his ridge pushes against your clit again.

'harder, stevie, p-please...' you cry out and steve groans at your words, the way you beg him for more makes him squeeze his eyes shut with pleasure.

'my needy fuckin' girl.' he groans as he removes his cock from your warm pussy, and it almost causes you to whine because of the emptiness, begging for him to fill you up, but before you can steve pushes his girthy cock inside of you again, deeper, and harder.

all the thoughts leave his head, the only thing he cares about now is how you are bent over beneath him, begging for more, crying out his name as your ass jiggles each time he holds a tighter grip and shoves his cock inside of your tight hole.

all he cares about is how warm and tight your cunt feels, and all you care about is how well he fills your hole, so big, and his cock is ridged in all the right places that make you scream out his name.

he's not slowing down as he keeps up his thrusts, he wants you creaming his cock, screaming out his name as he fills your walls with his load.

he wants to ruin you and put you back together all at the same time, he wants you desperate, begging to him to let you cum, over and over again, until your clit is so sensitive that you cannot handle it anymore.

the room is filled with steve's curses and his praises, 'takin' me so well sweets.'

'such a good lil' girl for me, aren't ya?' and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

'need to cum, stevie. can i please cum?' you plead, whining still, and steve tries to slow down to not let you cum, but he can't help himself, his movements are still quick and he cannot control his pace when you teasingly arch your ass against him, causing your tight cunt to engulf around his cock, he throws his head back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut.

'f-fuck, baby, doin' so well for me, you can cum for me, babygirl.' he cooes as he bites onto your shoulder to hold himself from spilling his load into you. 'cum for me sweets, cream my cock.'

'i wanna feel you, princess. i wanna feel every fucking inch of this sweet pussy.' he groans as he strokes into you over and over again.

your warm cunt clamps around his cock, steve feels you release through his cock as you cry out for his name.

steve can't hold it in anymore, your pretty whines, the way you moan out his name, and the 'o' shape your pretty little lips take as you orgasm around him is enough to get him to empty his balls inside of you.

's-shit baby, can't hold it in much longer.' he curses.

'cum for me, stevie. wanna feel your warm load inside me.' you whine, praising him, and he groans loudly.

with a final thrust of his lips into your soaked warm cunt, he spills his seed inside of you. you can feel his cock pulse inside of you, it's warm and fills your hole to the brim.

steve groans loudly, and it's so blissful to your ears, he's so beautiful when he's loud and whiny, you think to yourself as your head is filled with nothing but steve.

he collapses on top of you, putting all of his weight onto you, hugging you from behind as you can hear his heavy breathing, still cursing as he praises you.

'my good lil' girl, pretty lil' baby.' he murmurs as he kisses your shoulders, when he's sure that every single drop of his cum is inside of you, he finally slips out.

he turns you around to face him, and you collapse in his arms, feeling dizzy, you hum. 'you're s'good, stevie.' you murmur weakly and it causes a smug chuckle out of steve, he gives your forehead a soft kiss.

'let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.' you gaze up at him as he picks you up, carrying you with his strong arms.

his honey-glazed eyes are mesmerizing as they look down on you, you adoringly admire his features. he's so pretty after he cums, his beautiful hair lays messily on his forehead, and he has the most adoring gaze.

'wanna take a bath with me? so we can clean you up, pretty girl?' he asks, and you nod. 'mhmm, please.'

he carries you to the bathroom, and you let your hands run over his face, admiring his beauty marks and his always-perfect hair.

'so pretty.' you murmur as steve places you down, running the shower as he chuckles at your comment.

'thank you.' he hums as he places a kiss on your forehead, it's gentle and filled with endearment.

'for what?' you ask, confused.

'for the cake, for the coffees, for all the little things you do for me. and for caring about me, always.' his hands are soft as they cup your cheeks.

'i love you, pretty girl.' he murmurs.

'i love you too, stevie.' you giggle as your lips softly graze against his.

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compact-turtle · 1 year

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I love your farmer so much, you and Wordsbymae have been my absolute go-tos for these mentally unstable men!

I was wondering though, what if darling actually confessed to liking him to? Or weirdly did something for him to express some sort of love to him, idk i think it would be interesting to have his brain sort circuit because shes confessing. Or maybe shes obsessed too?

Another i was wondering is if you could five us a small sneak peak of what it would be like being his darlinf after he murdered all her friends, in front of her, and what he would want daily life to be like? Darling can be complicit or defiant im just so curious!

Thank you and is it alright if i become a emoji anon? If so may i have 🌊?

If not its all good! Also keep up the fantastic work i love it all!

Thank you for taking time to check out my work! Ofc you can be that anon!

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I think darling would have to confess directly with words. All your actions would be revised as "My darling is so love with me" under Atticus's delusional brain lol. However, he would still be a bit insecure of the relationship until you specifically say the words.

He would short circuit then celebrate internally. You couldn't tell from the look on his face at first. Only his actions would give you any indication of his happiness.

Atticus moves fast, your spot at night would be next to him immediately. He's marking the day on the calendar as anniversary already. Taking out to flaunt around town at least once. (Doesn't like going to town but is just so happy that he just HAS to show everyone)

"Atticus, I think I really like you. Would you want to be with me?"

Atticus:

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Sorry life sucks for you and your friends lol.

Atticus would hate to traumatize you. He doesn't want you to end up hating him. Still, if you accidentally stumble upon him murdering your friends then he'd have to take drastic action.

Atticus has a drug that calms the farm animals down. He'd use a small dose on you to keep you happy and complacent. A small side effect also causes some memory loses in humans. You'd never be truly lucid to understand what's happening. He'd gaslight you into thinking that you were always his spouse.

Sometimes you have strange dreams about some so-called friends. They're all screaming and begging you to run away. The dreams terrify you but on the bright side, Atticus is always there to comfort you. He reassures you that it's only a nightmare.

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-Daily life!

It wouldn't be too different from your current life on the farm. Only downside, you have to work a bit harder since you don't have any friends to help :(

Also, when you start having your weird dreams, Atticus gives you some shots. He tells you that it's to make you feel better and to keep the nightmares away. Thankfully, it does make the nightmares go away!!!!! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Oh! Also, assuming he gaslight you into being his spouse, Atticus is also much more handsy. He's kissing you when you make breakfast, taking baths with you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

-His arms are so heavy when he snuggles with you in bed. It's a struggle to get up in the morning. You'll try to escape but he'll just pull you back into bed.

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It'd be very difficult for you to escape if you ever regain your memories properly.

-The drug has weakened and altered your body so much. You can't run far without being exhausted.

-There's acres and acres of only farmland.

-Also as much as you love the puppies, they are ratting you out. You'll try to leave, and they'll bark after you. They just assume that you're playing a game with them. They'll happily chase you which in turns leads Atticus to find you.

-Atticus won't punish you. He'll be so angry and upset but blames himself.

-He should've taken care of you more

-He should've noticed you were unhappy

-He failed his duty as a husband to keep you satisfied.

-Atticus will gaslight you and manipulate you into believing that the police would arrest you. He'd convince you that you witnessed the murder and did nothing to stop him so you're an accomplice.

-Logically, you know that this isn't true. However, his words creep into your mind. They influence your subconscious more than you can admit.

-Drugs you more until you forget about it all :/

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writingseaslugs · 1 year

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Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt: I can sit here? Deadass?

I’m sorry, but if a student pops up, upside down at lunch, and says I can join their table…imma do it. I don’t care about consequences. Imma make me some weird friends and nobody can stop that. Also, I have no idea if my beta fishies got to this. Nobody signed off so I'm just crossing my fingers. If there's errors, I do apologize.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Lilia Vanrouge, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver: I Can Sit Here? Deadass?

“Are we not all students at the same academy? We at Diasomnia will always welcome you with open arms.” Lilia Vanrouge said, your first meeting with the man was already a strange one. You had almost spilled your lunch all over the table when he appeared out of nowhere. You and your new friends looked over at the table, and noticed a few Diasomnia students. Two, in particular, stood out. Both had very serious expressions, but you swore the one with silver hair was five seconds from passing out in his food.

“Those guys over there don’t look like they’d be very welcoming…” Deuce muttered, but you were now intrigued. You had been in this world for such a short amount of time, and nothing was going to stop you from meeting new and interesting people. This wasn’t like your old life back home, oh no, this was an opportunity you were planning on taking.

You heard Lilia laughing, “Apologies for dropping in on your meal. Until we-“ You didn’t mean to cut off Lilia, but you kind of just thought of what you said what you needed before thinking it over.

“Deadass?” You asked, turning to Lilia. The boy…no man stopped as he stared at you. He had a curious smile on his face, “Like deadass, they wouldn’t mind if I just got up and joined the table? No cap? Legit? We doin this?” You asked, causing Lilia to chuckle, covering his smile.

“What an interesting little human…why don’t we head over together and we can make proper introductions?” Lilia said, not expecting anyone to actually take the offer. Still, if you were willing to meet them, then who is he to say no. His sons needed more friends, and you were in the same year as Sebek.

“You’re talking all weird again…” Ace commented, but Cater was too busy snickering at the interaction. Ace then turned to Lilia, “And how did you understand half the things they just said?” You kept forgetting that some of the terms you used weren’t known here. Well, sucks to be them.

“Aight, let’s go.” You said, standing up from your table. Grim made a small, annoyed noise before turning to your food then back to you, “Yes Grim, have at it.” You said, deciding you’d rather follow Lilia. The short man chuckled again before guiding you over to the table. You swore, you could feel eyes on you as you approached the Diasomnia table. When you finally got there, right in front of the two interesting students you spotted earlier, you smiled.

“Silver, Sebek, I’d like to introduce you to the Ramshackle prefect.” Lilia said, waiting for you to give a proper introduction. You perked up, smiling wildly once you noticed how confused the two boys seemed at this new turn of event.

“Hello!” You said, introducing yourself properly by giving them your full name, “It’s a pleasure to meet you two!” You said, taking a seat. Lilia sat down next to you as the two men looked you over, wondering what was going on. The tired looking one was the first to respond.

“My name is Silver, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, giving Lilia a curious look. He was wondering why his father decided to bring you over here, but Lilia looked like a proud cat right now, having just caught the largest fish ever. The angry looking crocodile finally snapped back into awareness as he stood up and put a fist over his chest.

“I am Sebek Zigvolt, one of Lord Malleus’s guards!” He shouted, and you knew the entire cafeteria could hear. What an interesting bunch, the overly loud one, the sleepy one, and the mischievous one.

“It’s nice to meet you two…so you’re a guard of…Malleus?” You asked, trying the name out. Sebek sat down and slammed his hands on the table. Lilia went to make a motion for him to calm down, but Sebek was in the zone now.

“How have you not heard of our Lord Malleus, the next in line for the throne in Briar Valley?” Sebek shouted again and you smiled.

“Well, I’m not from this world, so I don’t know who Malleus is, or Briar Valley.” You admitted and Lilia hummed at the thought.

“Briar Valley is where the three of us come from, it’s our home. Fae live over there, under the protection of the Queen of Roses. It’s a sight to see, perhaps some day you could visit.” Lilia said and you were more interested in another part.

“Fae?” You asked curiously and Sebek seemed even more miffed you didn’t know this. Lilia was just amused, having acknowledged you didn’t come from this world and therefore knew absolutely nothing about it.

“Yes, the fae, we’re different from humans.” Lilia explained, “If you’d like, I can give you a full history.” He inquired.

“I’d love that…wait so are you fae?” You asked, having noticed the sharper teeth and pointed ears earlier in the introductions. Silver seemed to be human, just like you, but Sebek seemed to be…on the cusp. He had unnaturally colored eyes, and his ears had the starts of a point, with sharper teeth. He still seemed more human when compared to Lilia though.

“I am, and Sebek over there is half-fae.” Well, that cleared up your suspicions, “Now where to begin? I guess we should start with exactly what a fae is, and then discuss Briar Valley.” And thus began the most informative lunch you had ever had. You only felt a bit bad for leaving your boys to figure out the Riddle situation themselves. You could catch up in your next period together…this Diasomnia group was far more interesting though.

Are you a fan of Diasomnia like me? I bet you are if you read my content (we love the boys in this household). Want to support a visual novel that will feature Diasomnia dorm, has multiple routes and endings, as well as some spicy visual scenes? Check out @twstfournights and if you want info, check out their announcement post!

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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The Things He Does.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tsu’tey x fem! Omatikaya! Mate! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. Sia, Sia oooo I can give you one for Tsu’tey if you really don’t mind, and also if you’re comfortable with it! Only if you’re comfortable, fr 💞 what are your thoughts on a little thing talking about all the ways Tsu’tey shows he cares/loves cause you know this man isn’t saying it— he feels likes a giver and not a taker, like he shows more clearly by doing than saying cause we’ve seen how he hesitated in the first movie trying to find the right words to say to Jake once they got along. I can imagine to someone he loves, it would be much harder to find the right words?

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Words don’t come easy to Tsu’tey so he shows his love by doing things to make you happy.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff and a bit suggestive.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. None.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 951.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Muntxatan — [Husband], Sevin — [pretty], and Tiyawn — [love].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Anon if I could kiss you right now, I would. Thank you for being my first Tsu’tey request. I hope I did your request justice. | Sorry if it’s bad — if it is pretend I never posted it :).

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

✰ So let’s talk about it when it comes to telling you how he loves/cares for you, let’s be honest, he sucks at it, and can’t find the right words to describe it to you which makes him angry leaving you to comfort him. So he figures out other ways of telling you by showing you.

「 Acts of Service 」

✰ This man would do anything for you even if it’s a small thing like holding a basket so that you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

“Ma Tsu’tey, I can handle holding it, it’s a basket of fruits, it’s not heavy.” You say as you try taking the basket from him but he would gently smack your hand away and continue to your and his hut.

“Tiyawn, I got this, you just worry about walking your sevin ass in front of me.” He smirks as you try the freckles that begin to glow.

As soon as you and he reach home, he’s already watching the fruits and chopping them up as you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his waist, and lay your head on his back.

✰ He loves it when you walk in front of him and it’s not just that he enjoys the view, he just wants to protect you and would rather sacrifice himself than have you getting hurt under his watch.

✰ When you are walking with him through the forest, he’d hold back branches so they won’t hit you.

✰ If a threat came ever so close to you, he’d step in front of you, ears pinned back, and hiss at the animal challenging it to dare step foot near you and the animal would whimper and retreat. You’d take his hand in yours and lay your head on his shoulder as you continue your walk to your and his training spot.

「 Gift Giving 」

✰ Having learned how to weave from a young age, Tsu’tey would make you pretty tops that would easily become your favorite pieces to wear.

✰ He would also make you beautiful necklaces that would match whatever top you would wear and you’d be the happiest girl on Pandora that you have a talented man like him. Your favorite necklace to wear is the one that matches his colors.

✰ He would smirk when he sees you wear the stuff he makes you and as a bonus to it, other men would know who you belong to and wouldn’t dare try anything if they know what’s good for them.

✰ He’s an amazing listener, you’d talking a mile a minute and he’s still caught on to everything you said. This is a very good skill he’s learned over the years, he uses it as one of the ways he shows he loves you.

You’d be cleaning around the hut you called home ever since you and Tsu’tey mated before Eywa and your ears would pick up the sound of feet crushing against leaves and twigs which would let you know he was coming, that man walks strong and tough.

“Ma muntxatan, you’re home. I missed you.” You’d immediately bring him in for a hug something he was still getting used to but was getting the hang of it. “I brought back something for you.” You raise your eyebrow bone at him and smile. “What is it?” he chuckles bringing the hand that was placed behind his back and giving you the bag he was carrying.

When you looked in the bag, you couldn’t help but squeal and Tsu’tey just sat back and watched you. “I remember how you were talking about how you haven’t eaten your favorite berries in a long time so I thought I could surprise you.” You look at him with teary eyes which makes him worried but it goes away when you hug him and kiss him deeply.

「 Physical Touch 」

✰ Tsu’tey can’t keep his hands off you, he is just in love with your touch so he would just have his arms wrapped around you, head placed in your neck to sniff in your scent while his tail is wrapped around your leg.

“Tsu’tey people are watching us.” You’d say worriedly as you took notice of the eyes that wandered to where you and he stood but he didn’t budge. “Let them stare, I don’t care.” you would chuckle and enjoy the moment.

「 Quality Time 」

✰ In your and Tsu’tey’s home, he would love to cuddle with you, he is a big spoon for sure. While you lay on his chest, he lets you hear something he wouldn’t let anyone else hear.

✰ His body would vibrate as he’d purr and you swear that was the best feeling you got from him. To know he was that comfortable with you to purr made you happy that he was yours and yours alone, you wouldn’t give him up for anything in the world.

✰ Your tails would intertwine with each other as the both of you fall asleep.

✰ So when people question how are you able to stay with Tsu’tey, you just look at them with a smile and say, “he shows me how much he loves me and he is the perfect mate for me.”

✰ Tsu’tey himself would question why you would stay with him when he struggled with words to tell you how he feels and you would just shrug him off, bring him into your arms, and say softly. “It’s the things you do that matter.” you lean in and kiss him softly as he picks you up and carries you to the bed not ever breaking the kiss.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Hello! I don't know if your request is open or not, sorry if I send this request when your request is close. May I request separate headcanons for monster trio x fem reader? Reader wears clothes that can hide her ass because she's uncomfortable when someone stares at her ass (and she dislikes her ass because it's too big). Sfw or nsfw is up to you. Is my request alright and fine for you? Do tell me if you feel like it's too much, thank you!

A/N: This stupid ass draft didn’t save and I already wrote sm so I apologize for the late response I was so mad SKSHSHSKSK anyways I’ll always put on my head when my request are closed so you’re good babes your request was perfect thank u!. But I did do a similar HC of this but it was pretty OOC and spicy so I’ll make this one more tame and sfw ;) tysm for requesting!

Monster Trio’s Girlfriend Insecure About Her Big Butt (FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, & Sanji

No warnings! Just fluff and stupidity.

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Zoro

As if this MF gives af

Look at him. And imma say it again:

Booty Hunter Zoro is canon. I will not have y’all disagree w me on this idc what y’all say

Anyways he doesn’t really care what you wear so he never had a reason to question why you mostly wore baggy clothes. He assumed since you’re the martial arts fighter of the crew it gives you more leeway?

Today you and him went to go fishing in a small town and it was a bit hot so you wore a long dress with a jacket over your waist. Just for extra precaution.

“Got damn…” you heard a few guys whistle from behind you which made you hold onto Zoro’s arm as he scratched his ear yawning not even paying attention to any of the men cat calling you and making derogatory comments about your shape.

“Fuck that’s a sweet piece of ass he got—hey sweetheart how bout you dip that asshole and come have fun with us?”

Zoro usually doesn’t engage with people that holler out to you both. You and him both know Zoro will protect you so he tells you not to worry about the stupid comments. He just doesn’t give a fuck until they decide to get bold enough to get close

And that was the first mistake

“Hey!” The man’s hand didn’t even get to touch your shoulder before Zoro pulled out his sword and cut the man.

The rest of his crew behind him looked terrified and many of them whispered “Oh that’s the pirate hunter Zoro! How didn’t he know he was with that chick?!”

Zoro grabbed the man’s collar with full force and looked him then his crew in the eye

“Its already annoying as hell hearing you asses yell out to my woman without attacking all of you, but Just know next time I see any of your shitty dirty hands on her I’ll cut them off of you. It would suck to not have your only girlfriend to use when you’re alone at night wouldnt it?”

Just in case nobody understands the last prt Zoro is implying the man uses his hand to jack off

Zoro pushed the man back down and continued walking as he stole a bottle of sake from their group in passing.

“Common unless you want me to kick all their asses for you.”

First off it turned you on a bit hearing him call you “my woman” it was so out of character for him

You scurried to him and he held his hand out sipping his their drink and you grabbed it

“I hate I always cause this.”

Zoro didn’t know what the hell you were talking about but when he asked and you explained your issues with your butt and how you don’t like it he rolls his eyes.

Lowkey offended you but that’s how Zoro is.

“You shouldn’t be insecure about that. It’s stupid. Your body is ..very attractive and those idiots probably never seen a woman’s body besides on a magazine in years.”

“Any jackass that want to make you feel bad about having a sexy ass like yours can talk to me about it because they’re not the one that gets to grab it now are they?”

He was so shameless in his words.

“Zoro…”

You smile, your boyfriend can be a numbskull but his heart is always in the right place. So you take off your jacket and without a slip of the beat you get Zoro smack your butt.

“See? You really do have a great ass.”

“Stop it!”

He laughs and kisses your forehead because he still loves his overthinking girlfriend sm.

Sanji

This man is a true chad. A gentleman. A MAN ABOVE MEN—-

So he clearly notices when his Princess feels even a little bit down

He had a feeling by the way you looked at your body in the mirror there was something you didn’t like about yourself

He noticed how you never wore a bikini, or shorts, or even a flowy dress on hot days.

Sanji has asked you what’s the issue, but you brushed it off and told him not to worry about it

But Sanji being Sanji he couldn’t let that slide no no

There was a beach party celebration happening by the dock and a bunch of people in and out of town were there. You really loved swimming actually and Sanji wanted to go and play in the water with you but you were stuck in your room

“Y/N-SSAAAAAAANNNNN COMMON!”

Robin and Nami got you a two piece to wear, they said they didn’t want to see you outside until you wore it and that in turn made you nearly regret confining to them about your insecurity but you knew it was just the typical tough love they gave you.

You let Sanji in and he was already in his swim trunks ready to go but you were still wearing a sweats and hoodie

“Baby why aren’t you ready? You sick? Need me to make you some soup?”

He does NOT let go of the subject if you try to brush him off this time he has been seeing you act like this for too long

So you finally explain to him

After you let him know your dilemma with your big butt he’s ready to kick Zoro

He didn’t even have anything to do with it he just wanna kick his ass

“WHO SAID DISGUSTING THINGS TO YOU AND YOUR BODY? HM? I WILL KILL THEM—“

He began screaming and flames came out of no where so you had to smack him

“No! I Just…for a Long time guys always made fun of my butt and if they didn’t make fun of it they made sexual comments and I hated it and I—- there is just so many people out there—“

Sanji understands your issue but rest assured he reminds you why you shouldn’t. He tells you how he will hurt anybody that tries it and even bring a towel and a big shirt to cover you if you need it. You show him the blue bikini you were ganna wear and Sanji just forgets his sweet speech and spazzes the hell out

“OH PLEASE MY DEAREST BLESS MY EYES TO SEE YOUR PERFECT BREAST AND PERFECT BUTT! I WILL WORSHIP YOU PLEASE—-“

He was holding onto your legs crying.

Anyways you kick him out your room and put it on.

You have to admit you looked delicious you really did.

Tits were great, legs were amazing, and dat ass was so fluffy like a pancake you could bite it (yeah I said it)

You come out holding your body and Sanji pauses and just bleeds all over the damn place

Took you an hour to get off the beach because he kept passing out

Sanji really felt happy that you were comfortable enough to express your feelings to him so all day he was by your side

Yes his hands and eyes were on your butt

And as promised he brought the shirt and towel which you didn’t need because he made you feel so comfortable:(🤍

One guy did whistle at you, but Sanji kicked the shit out of him

He also had your thighs wrapped around his shoulder in the water and carried you around

All in all Sanji made you forget why you were insecure about your beautiful booty in the first place

Luffy

Luffy doesn’t quite understand but bless his heart he’s TRYING

You’ve told him about your insecurities about your butt and he really doesn’t fucking get why you don’t like it

He has actually turned you around and pulled up a dress you were wearing and stared at your butt saying “So what if it’s big it’s nice.”

Since then he subconsciously touches your butt

Very shamelessly

He doesn’t make you to wear any less baggy clothing but he will encourage you if you ask him, like if you should wear tights

“Yeah wear those Your but jiggles a lot when you wear em!”

Just like Zoro and Sanji he’ll Gum Gum tf outta somebody if they make disgusting comments about your body

Luffy wanted you to buy him some meat so you both went to a food vendor and while waiting in line as Luffy was sitting on the benches to the side watching you happily, a man pushed up against you cupping your butt in the process

“Hey! I felt that why’d you do that!?”

“Not my fault darling you got a lot going on back there…I just simply fell.”

You wanted to beat his ass but you were so close to getting Luffy’s food. It wasn’t too long until then you felt the creeps body really close behind you.

You prayed he’d just move but there was a crowd of people around you and you knew you’d have to clear the damn room if he touched you again

His hand was creeping up your thigh and you felt it even under your thick pants but that was until

“Luffy!”

Your sweet boyfriend GGP that mf down the street.

Luffy was watching you closely after hearing you yell at the man. He didn’t quite read your words correctly but he knew you were uncomfortable and he found out why

He grumbled grabbing your waist to be stretched over to him

“Weirdo. You okay?”

“Mmhm.” You really thank God for his stretchy body

“Good! Let’s go to a different food place for meat!”

The rest of the walk you were in front of him instead of beside him

“It’s okay, Y/N I’ll protect you.” He spoke in your ear “Not ganna let any assholes touch you.”

He has without effort helped you get over your dislike of your round tookus

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dirtybitfic · 19 days

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So wrong yet so right Final part

Smutt, graduation, relationship , Time skip .

Me and matt woke up enter twined in each others arms.

it was nice to wake up to him I know that there is no going back to a normal " professor student " relationship after last night but right now all I can think about is how happy he makes me feel.

We got up and showered then he made us breakfast and we ate and watched movies cuddling the rest of the day. I didn't realize that its almost the end of the weekend .

It's Saturday night right now and i'm dreading tomorrow But right now im content as matt is between my thighs eating me out like a fucking pro. I now believe the saying"older men do it better" because Jesus Christ ive never had head feel so good.

F-fuck matt oh my god I moan out as hes sucking and licking on my clit and my hands are entertained in his hair.

He hums against be causing me to buck into his and press his face harder into me. His fingers pumping in and out at the perfect speed as my 4th orgasm of the night is coursing though me .

He laps up my juices that are spilling out of me as im gasping and crying from how over stimulated I am .

I have to forcefully push his head away since he showed no signs of stopping .

Sorry baby you okay I just cant get enough of you he says while stroking my hair.

mhm im okay just overstimulated I sigh out as I slump onto the bed and wipe my tears away.

we fall asleep talking about childhood memories and crazy things we've done in our past.

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Sunday morning rolls around and I groan as I turn over to face matt seeing hes already looking at me smiling.

good morning gorgeous

good morning I cheap back as I nuzzle into his warm bare chest .

after laying there for a bit I groan as I get up and stretch then head to the bathroom .

I come out and sigh as I sit next to him as hes reading something on his phone.

All the sudden the doorbell rings and his head snaps to the door .

fuck he says as he gets up and throws on a shirt rushing down the stairs I slowly follow as I hear another loud voice booming from the entry way. I look down the stairs to see another man looking a lot like matt just with longer hair.

I slowly make my way down the stairs and he looks at me smiling.

wow matt who is this he says pointing to me with a smirk

matt turns smiling as I walk up next to him.

this is y/n and y/n this is my brother chris

its nice to meet you chris ive heard a lot about you I answer honestly . Matt talked so sweetly about his brothers last night and I learned a lot about them.

its nice to meet you too he says smiling at me warmly .

well I just wanted to stop by since I just git back from the big meeting in New York and to drop these papers off to you Chris says handing matt a folder .

Thanks man im glad your back and that the meeting went well you and nick should come over for dinner this week. he says before hugging his brother.

yeah for sure ill next nick and see what day works best but ill leave you two alone . Love you man see you later he says before walking back out the front door and to his car.

so what should we do today matt says turning to me with a smile I return it with a small sigh.

I don't know but I do kinda have homework I say sigh dramatically looking off to the side. The homework im speaking of is for his class

what for what class he asks like he shocked I have work to do.

oh you know this writing class the professor loves to give us work over the weekend . What a dick am I right I joke as I smile up at him

well I hear that professor is very forgiving with his favorite student he says stepping closer with a smirk on his face

oh is he now I say smiling as my hand creeps up his shirt over his chest

mhm he hums as he picks me up and takes me to the couch .

He sits down as I straddle him as he brings me into a deep needy kiss.

I grind onto him and a whimper escapes my lips from the friction.

He unties his sweat pants as he pulls them down along with his boxers as his dick springs out .

gonna ride me like good girl yeah he says as he looks deeply into my eyes.

I nod as I move my thong to the side and slide down onto him causing us both to groan .

I start bouncing as moans escape my lips and deep groans leave his.

his hands grab my ass slapping it a couple times as I continue bouncing as his length fills me to the brim and his tip hits my spot every time.

my breathing is accelerating as my orgasm vastly approaches .

fuck gonna cum with me baby he groans as his grip on my ass tightens and I moan .

y-yes sir I moan out as I speed up my bouncing close to reaching my orgasm .

After a couple more bounces he twitches inside me and I shake and clench around him as I cum and he grabs my hips fucking up into me for a little until he fills me up.

Fuck he groans as we both sit there catching our breathe .

I lay my head on his chest as I slowly lift myself off of him but stay seated on his lap .

I look into his eyes as he looks into mine both sharing a look we cant write place.

I really like you y/n

I really like you too matt I say as a cheeky smile forms on my face .

after a couple hours of cuddling and watching movies we decide its probably time to take me back to my car I left on campus Friday night

I don't want to go home but I know I need to .

We drive back as we talk and listen to music .

I give his a final kiss good bye before getting into my car and heading back to my apartment.

Im sad I won't see him until Friday since he had to cancel class Tuesday for a business meeting with his brothers but I understand .

once I get home I take a shower and et some dinner before finishing up some work die tomorrow for my classes then head to bed giddy as I have flash backs of the perfect weekend I spent with matt.

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Friday rolls around and i'm rushing to class way to excited to see him than I should be.

I enter the class room and sit down closer to the front as his eyes meet mine and we smile. I have to hold myself back from blushing .

Class went by fast as matt ends the class off with our writing assignment that will make up our final grade for the class . The end of my senior semester is closing in and im excited but also scared for what will happen when I graduate.

As im packing my stuff matt come over and places a paper on my desk smiling at me .

I look at it seeing its the name of a restaurant outside of town and a picture of a gorgeous convertible rental.

what is this I ask confused

all you need to know is to be ready by 6:30 ill be waiting outside in that convertible he says before walking back to his desk gathering his things and heading out the door.

Me and matt are at dinner right now talking and having a good time before he goes serious.

so I have something to ask you he says in a serious tone

o-okay I answer nervously

will you be my girlfriend he ask smiling

yes of course I say smiling so big my cheeks hurt.

he leans over the table pressing a kiss to my lips then sitting back down

so what do you plan on doing when you graduate he ask as he takes a sip of his wine

Im not quite sure I was thinking of trying to write a book I say as I look at him smiling.

you know where the best place to write a book is he asks smiling

hmm no where I say tilting my head

my home office he says smiling bigger

is- that your way of asking me to move in with you when I graduate I ask a bit take back

yes it is he says noting his head smiling

I guess that would be okay I say in a sarcastic joking tone

he smiles before shaking his head so is that a yes

yes thats a yes I say as I cant stop smiling

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I just received my diploma and my college years have come to an end .

its bittersweet but exciting at the same time.

Im talking to my friends as matt come over giving me a hug .

Congratulations y/n I know you'll do great things he says keeping up the "just my professor" act up since we are in front of people.

Thank you professor sturniolo im really glad I took your class its helped me figure out I really like writing .

well I think you'd be an amazing writer he says smiling

thank you I smile back as my friend drew grabs my hand

come on we gotta got get ready for the party she says before dragging me away.

I smile and wave good bye before mouthing the words

"see you Tommorrow " making him smile

Me and my friends just got to the big ass end of the year party as everyone os drinking and having a good time.

Im deciding not to drink tonight since my stomach has been feeling weird this week and im not feeling throwing up tonight.

Were all mingling and talking reminiscing on the good times as Jay walks up to me looking upset . He was the guy I had been seeing on and off but since me and matt started seeing each other I stopped talking to him.

Y/n why haven't you answered my texts he slurs as he stumbled a bit

ive been really busy with homework and I kinda met someone im sorry I should have talked to you about it I say trying to loom like its sorry when in reality im not.

You - met somebody he asks looking like a sad puppy

yeah i... im sorry I just... he cuts me off

no don't be im happy for you he says smiling

really you are I ask a bit shocked

yeah cause I kinda met someone too his names Damian he says smiling.

I look at him jaw dropped I had no idea you were bi I say smiling

yeah I just recently found out myself but im glad were both happy and know I still love you so much you've been a great person to have in my life these past years he says bringing me into a hug

I love you too jay I say as I hug him back

well I should probably head home ive had a couple to many drinks but good luck with whatever great things you'll be doing and you better keep in touch

you too be safe I say as he walks off and I smile . That was the nicest way that interaction could have gone and im glad hes happy .

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A week later-

I woke up this morning to my stomach feeling sick and I immediately ran to the bathroom throwing up .

Matt just texted me hes otw to help me pack all my bags and boxes into the moving truck he rented since im moving in with him today .

He just got here and were moving boxes when I feel a move of sickness wash over and I run to the toilet throwing up again.

You okay baby you feeling sick he ask as he runs my back .

yeah ive been feeling off these past couple of weeks and I threw up this morning when I woke up

im sorry baby ill make you some soup when we get home okay he says and I immediately smile.

I love that you say when "we get home" I say smiling at him

come on lets get these last boxes and get going he says with a smile .

After about two hours im fully moved in and im eating th soup matt made me .

I finish it and sit on the couch next to him nuzzling into his side when all the sudden I feel sick again I immediately get up and run to the bathroom throwing up again.

he comes in feeling my head

your not running a fever ... what are you feeling he asks looking down at me .

I don't know just tired and my stomach feels weird

how long have you been feeling like this

uhh maybe 4 weeks

he stares at me before his mouth opens slightly

do you think you could be... pregnant he ask looking at me with worry on his face

shit... that didnt even come to my mind I mean im on birth control but ... I skipped a couple days when I stayed over the weekend. I say instantly panicking

hey hey don't freak out its okay ill go buy a test right now

he takes some time to calm me down so he texted his brother nick asking him to go get the test and bring it over .

nick comes in smiling as he gives me a hug seeing I was upset

I know its tough but hey I wouldn't mind having a niece or a nephew he says making me laugh a little

okay I-im gonna go take this real quick I say heading into the bathroom .

I don't know whether to be upset or excited. I just graduated and moved in with matt and I know I want to start writing a book which I can do from home so thats a plus and matt has told me several times I don't need to get a job unless I really want to but he wants me to take time writing a book and see how far I can really go with it so .

My timer goes off and I grab the test still not turning it over as I walk out and matt and nick and now chris who I guess came too looked at me .

I cant look can - can you guys look for me I say as I hold the test out in my hand

matt take it before turning it over all of them smiling as they look up at me .

y-you're pregnant matt says

oh my god chris says as he gets up giving me a hug

I smile as he rocks me back and fourth

im so happy for you guys . Im gonna have a nephew ... or nice he says pulling away from the hug smiling so big I cant help but smiles too.

Im so happy this is good news right nick says looking between me and matt.

we. both look at each other before smiling ear to ear and nodding.

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im about 7 months pregnant right now and I just found out my book is being published .

Me and matt are celebrating as we decide to discuss baby names .

We found out it was a boy a couple months ago but still haven't been Able to agree on a name so we brought matt and Chris over to help us decide.

okay we have 4 options

Theo , Silas, eros , and Luca.

oooh I like Silas its cool as fuck

I like eros but they are all good names its hard to pick

I knoooow I love Silas though

me too is has a ring to it Silas Sturniolo he says smiling

ahh that does sound cool chris agrees smiling

I agree I think ... its Silas then

I think its a beautiful name

we all smile nodding in agreement

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3 years later-

Silas just turned 3 and both our families are here me and matt got married about a year ago and life couldn't be more perfect.

Ive been writing more books and people have been loving them . money is coming in from both of us and we are very conferrable .

matt is no longer teaching instead he then over a good amount of the buildings him and his brothers own and he now runs a publishing company the company that just is happens to publish my books .

our family get along so well and I just cant believe this is how my life turned out.

Old me used to say " this is so wrong yet so right" and right now all I feel is that it is right.

We met under questionable circumstances but only we know that our family's believe we met at a book signing event and thats how well keep it .... our own dirty secret that will die with us.

I love you mommy Silas says as he hugs me and runs off with Chris " his favorite uncle" and I smile .

I love you baby matt says as he hugs me from the back

always and forever I say back as we hold each other smiling and watching our life play before our eyes.

THE END 💋

tags-

@sophia-77n, @riasturns @milasturniolo @junnniiieee07 @blahbel668 @sturnsjtop @skyslondon

#matt sturniolo #smut #fanfiction

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 8 months

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.⋆｡His Weakness｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

His Choice Masterlist

She was gone, taken and he would rip the universe apart just to get her back

Chapter Warnings: smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, blood, anger, angst, fear, softness, bath sex, oral (f receiving), guilt, death, Kylo is not a good dude my guys but he's doing his best, reader gets a spine in this chapter, m masturbation, these two are toxic

WC: 5.3k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Part 1

It all felt like a strange dream. She floated in space, weightlessness cocooned her in a comforting embrace. And yet fear simmered beneath the surface of her skin, poking and prodding at her, refusing to let her drift into the calmness of her unconscious mind.

Her heartbeat was loud in her ears and her back, her body thumping in time like a great drum being beaten upon in her chest. She wiggled her toes but there was no sensation of anything against her feet, no wind or silk sheets, just warmth. There was something around her face, forcing cold, sterile air into her lungs. It was hard, a sharp corner bit into her cheek, causing a sharp pinch when she moved her head. She tried to open her eyes but her body refused to comply.

Muffled voices carried through the space around her, the words garbled and distorted, further pulling her from the peaceful feeling of sleep. There was a thud that shook her whole body and suddenly the warmth disappeared as gravity began to tug her down once more. Two thick straps of fabric, one under each armpit, kept her suspended.

The sensations hit her all at once, making her suck in a breath but the mask on her face didn’t allow this so she began to choke. The voices began to panic and the mask was ripped off. Y/N coughed and spluttered, desperately trying to breathe. Hands gripped at her naked legs, pulling her down to the grated floor below her.

Her knees collided painfully with the ground as her breath and her vision gradually returned to her. Bright white lights blinded her for a moment before everything became clear. Two men and a woman stood over her with the emotions on their face ranging from pity to disgust.

“What are you all doing? Get her up.” The voice came from behind them, immediately spurring the younger man into action. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he lifted her to her feet, supporting her weight with an arm around her torso.

An older woman stood away from the small group- she was shorter than the others but the sheer power her body held made her look like a giant. If she didn’t have a blaster strapped to her hip, she could have very easily appeared matriarchal and kind. Yet her eyes were what caught Y/N’s attention, they were so familiar it made her chest ache.

“I am sorry that we could not fully heal your injuries but you must understand that we have to preserve our bacta for our own people.” Y/N was guided to the lone bed in the room and forced to sit on its edge, the man stepping away once more. His eyes were strangely filled with empathy. “The cuts will scar but you aren’t at risk of infection anymore.”

“We should’ve just left her rotting in a cell.” The older man grumbled, rolling his eyes causing the other woman to scoff.

“She’s just as much of a victim of him as you are.” A chill blew into the room but the tension was quickly shattered as the one beside Y/N spoke up.

“Maybe we should wait outside while the General talks to her.” He grabbed the other man by the arm and practically dragged him out, the young woman following close behind, their gazes still locked together. The door slid silently closed behind them, leaving only Y/N and the ‘General’.

She sighed and turned towards a cabinet, pulling out some folded fabric. “Put this on.” Only now, Y/N noticed her state of undress- wearing only a breast band and some shorts that did nothing to hide the curve of her body. She took the offered clothes and quickly dressed in the thin gown, thankful for some decency.

“Where am I?” Her voice was squeaky, a result of the dry air she had been breathing for stars knew how long.

“I can’t tell you exactly, I’m sure you’d understand but you are safe, that is what I can tell you.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “I assume you’re using me to get some advantage over the First Order.” Her grip tightened on the cane in her hand, her knuckles going pale. “Or is it that you want to hurt him?” The left side of her mouth twitched.

“You are a victim of the First Order’s cruelty, I am giving you an opportunity to prevent others from suffering the same fate.” Y/N remained silent, the woman sighed heavily. “Any information you can give us would be valuable. You will be rewarded.”

“With what? My death warrant?” She hissed. “The rebels cannot protect me from them, from him. You are already half-dead, barely protecting your own pathetic outposts. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave me somewhere he can find me easily, then maybe he won’t rip you all to pieces.”

The General scowled and a realisation dawned on the young woman. “I know that look. You know, he looks exactly the same when someone pisses him off. You must be his mo-“

“That’s enough!” The room lit up, rippling with power. It was far less than what Kylo was capable of, but she knew the Force when she felt it. “I can see now that you need to be alone, to rethink your priorities. Someone will come speak to you in a few days.”

The lock clicked into place behind her, leaving Y/N alone once more but she had a smile on her face. Even if there was a high possibility that her master would not come for her, she had found the weakness in their ranks.

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Y/N figured that she was most likely on a larger transport ship. It would have to be small enough not to be spotted by the Order but large enough that it would allow her to be housed in an infirmary bay by herself. The room was almost entirely barren of supplies, and in some places, the metal siding of the walls had been stripped away, she presumed for extra parts for repairs.

They had not gone into hyperdrive while she had been awake so they could not have been far from the Star Destroyer she had been calling home. And considering that the cuts on her back were only just at the stage of scarring, her time in the bacta tank had to have been less than an hour.

A few rebels had come and gone, each trying their hand at prying information from her, but she had remained silent. They were quickly becoming desperate for anything. One even asked her what material the First Order used for the clothes she had been given.

There were moments where she had been tempted to divulge what she knew- when she remembered his cruelty and the way he hurt her but just as quickly, she’d recall his soft touch, his praise, his generosity. In those moments, she found that her fingers would curl into the collar that still hung around her neck.

She wished that he would come for her, she wished he would leave her alone. She wanted to be in his arms, she wanted to be so far away from him that he would never find her, no matter how hard he looked.

When she awoke from a very light sleep on her third day of captivity, she had made up her mind.

The panel by the door was bent just enough that Y/N could slip her index and middle finger inside it even while she held a long screw she found under the bed. The metal shook as she struggled to hold onto it with her fingertips. She cringed each time it hit the panel, producing a soft clink each time. “Come one.” She murmured under her breath as she attempted to stabilise the screw.

A hopeful smile began to grow on her lips as she felt it bump against something semi-soft. If she were to guess, it would have to be one of the cables connecting to the door, or she could be completely wrong and it was just her mind playing tricks on her but she had to take a chance.

Wedging her hand into the gap as far as she could, she readjusted her hold on the screw so the end tipped down over the cable. Quickly, her middle finger curled around the end while her index finger kept a hold of the top. Once she was sure that she had a good grip, she yanked her hand back out, yanking the wire out of place.

There was a spark and the lights above her flickered for a moment before the shut off completely. She held her breath as she stood and approached the door. Placing her palms flat against either side of the crack in the door, she pushed them apart.

The metal groaned in protest as she added more of her weight behind them until they finally gave way, opening just wide enough for her to force her way through.

Unable to help herself, she gave a soft shout of victory before whipping her head around. The hall was empty, suspiciously so. She looked left, then right, taking a chance, she headed down the hall to her left, hoping it would get her to the escape pods. Her bare feet slapped against the floor almost silently as she walked.

From behind her, she could vaguely hear what sounded like shouting and a distant buzz which was interrupted by a dangerous crackle every few seconds. Y/N hurried along her path, blocking out the noise. Her only concern was getting as far away from this ship as possible.

She took a sharp left into a larger hallway, picking up her pace as screams soon began to echo through the ship. A bright light guided her way, urging her to go faster and faster, the crackling getting louder with each step.

Her lungs burned and her legs ached but she was getting closer to the end, the light getting brighter until it all went dark. She froze at the end of the hall. There was a huge window in front of her that had been the source of the illumination. It overlooked a massive cargo hold that was now totally empty. The hanger doors were gone, quite obviously having been blasted through by a much larger ship.

The light that she had been seeing was a series of flares that were now mostly burnt out, leaving one or two left that floated around aimlessly.

It was a dead end.

Quickly, she began to back peddle, her new path drawing her closer to the screams. In her mind, people would be running away, towards the escape pods so if she encountered them at just the right time, she might be able to blend into the panicked throng and get away cleanly. She refused to think about who caused the destruction in the hanger and the fear that permeated the filtered air.

Step, step, pause. Breathe, listen. Step, step, pause.

Y/N kept the stuttering pace even as the screams died down. “Where is she!” A voice thundered so powerfully, the modulator layered over it cracked. She flinched and shoved herself against the wall beside her.

“Please no!” Another voice begged but was quickly cut off by that same crackling she heard earlier. The voice went silent. A thought burrowed its way into her mind- the voice could be him, he could’ve come for her. But she shook it off. He wouldn’t come for her, not after what he did.

Her eyes flicked down to the ground right before she was about to take another step, and that’s when she noticed the blood. It pooled on the reflective surface, dulling the reflections of the overhead lights. She gasped behind her hand as she finally spotted the first body.

He had been torn to shreds, his flesh almost completely seared off. His eyes bulged out of his skull in a cartoonish manner. Y/N quickly looked away, choking down the bile that had risen to the back of her throat.

She stepped around the blood as best she could while eyeing the hall just across from her that seemed to lead to yet another hanger and it was thankfully in the opposite direction from the angry voice. She glanced quickly towards the other direction and then made a run for it.

“Y/N!” Automatically, she froze. Her name sounded so foreign in his voice but at the same time, it settled onto her chest, warming that place which had been frozen since she had been stolen from her home so long ago.

Her mind battled itself, both wishing that it was just an auditory hallucination from trauma and so desperately wishing that he was actually there. “Pet-“ He stopped himself. “Y/N please, I’ve been looking for you for so long. Please come back.”

He was begging her, his voice now soft and almost loving. She could feel him getting closer, the shadow of his huge physique looming over her. “Did you kill everyone on board?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly.

“Why?” She finally turned to look at him. Kylo’s shoulders were simultaneously slumped and tense with rage. He held tightly to the hilt of his lightsaber though it was no longer lit. She expected him to be wearing his mask but the red streaks through the black material were new.

He took a chance and stepped closer. “I would kill worlds to get you back.” Much to her shame, Y/N swooned internally.

“But your moth-“ She began but stopped when his free hand clenched into a fist.

“General Organa nor her little followers were here, just some insignificant worms who knew nothing.” She expected him to lash out but instead, his fingers unfurled from the palm of his hand and he offered it to her. “None of that matters now, just come home.”

She did not hesitate to take his hand.

——————

Part 2

The tension aboard the Star Destroyer was almost unbearable. Not only was the Star Killer completely destroyed and new pressure added to Kylo to hunt down Skywalker and Rey, but there was also the issue of Y/N.

They danced around each other with far less grace than either hoped. Frequently, Kylo found himself reaching out to touch her in her most intimate of places, wishing to feel her warmth around him once more but would pull away just as quickly when he recalled the terrified screams that still haunted his thoughts. And when Y/N would change or slip into the shower, she would always look back, expecting a large hand to cup her naked hip as his lips descended upon her throat.

He never slept in the bed with her, she never asked about his day. They were suspended in time, waiting for one of them to break, to finally shatter the delusion they were existing in.

With her return to the Destroyer, Kylo had granted Y/N a small extra freedom- once a day, she could go for a small walk through the ship. Granted, she would be accompanied by two of his most trusted stormtroopers and at most, the walk would be 15 minutes long, but she was excited about it anyway.

When she left for her walk on this particular day, Kylo had already been gone- summoned for a council with his master. She had noticed the slight tremor in his hands as he took his helmet from its place beside the door, but made no comment on it, simply acknowledging his quick ‘be good’ with a soft nod of her head.

Her guards arrived a few minutes after his departure (she assumed they were waiting around the corner so they didn’t have to encounter the sith) and she soon followed behind him.

The ship was far more busy than usual, yet no eyes followed her as she walked. Apparently in the couple days she had been gone, all of the First Order seemingly had been conditioned to treat her with the same respect given to the high command.

Her walk was pleasant, she even got one of her guards to speak to her this time, but all-too-soon she was returned to their chambers and met with an unexpected sight.

Kylo sat on their bed, his back against the headboard. He was shirtless, his black hair loose and falling over his face, moving with the force of his breaths. The dark trousers he always wore were open and pulled part way down his muscular thighs, revealing the way one of his huge hands was wrapped around his hard cock.

His brows were pinched and his lips downturned like he was angry, this was only compounded by the growls he released when his fist met the thatch of hair at the base of his pelvis. “Fuck.” He half-moaned, head falling back with a painful sounding thud.

Y/N swallowed thickly as the doors slid closed behind her. Ever since that night, he had not touched her, he hadn’t even given a hint that he was interested in sex until this very moment. And even as the scars on her back throbbed, reminding her of exactly why she should turn away and leave, she found herself rooted to the spot, watching with rapt attention as he furiously fisted his cock.

“Y/N.” She jolted with his whine of her name, heat pooling between her legs.

“Master.” She responded, practically cooing at him. Kylo’s eyes flew open and she didn’t miss the way his cock throbbed as he spotted her. He held her gaze as she slowly approached the bed, barely breathing until she placed a hand gently upon his thigh.

His wide chest puffed up as he sucked in a breath, her hand moving closer to his cock. She began to lean in, her eyes dropping to his lips before flicking back up to his dark eyes.

The tension that had been steadily growing since he brought her home was almost stifling now, so thick that she felt she could choke on it. They were still waiting for that moment where it would explode and as Y/N’s breath fanned across his lips, Kylo’s resolve broke into a million tiny pieces.

His arms darted out and she quickly found herself in his lap, dress hitched over the top of her thighs so that his cock could rest upon the soft mound of her cunt. Their lips met in a messy but passionate kiss, tongues tangled as their teeth clacked together. The hand that previously gripped himself now held onto her naked thigh, the tips of his fingers digging into the plush flesh as his other hand slid to her ass.

She moaned into his mouth, pushing her hips forward into his own. Heat grew wildly between them as he began to guide her grinding but not directly taking the lead. She felt his lips quirk with a smile when she gasped.

Slowly his hand trailed from her ass to up beneath her dress, tracing the curve of her spine. Her arms wrapped around his neck, encouraging his touch until he stopped moving. His fingers brushed against the raised lines of her scars, his face becoming confused just for a moment before he violently pulled away.

“Stop.” There was an almost imperceptible treble to his voice as he spoke, turning his head away from her. She slid from his lap and onto the bed, confused. “I have to go.” He shoved himself back into his trousers and retrieved his shirt from the floor.

As he redressed, Y/N was suddenly back in that moment, the pain and the fear flashing behind her eyes. “Don’t go please.” She begged, trying to follow him. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

He looked back at her with an expression of pure devastation which quickly morphed into a fragile mask of anger. “You’re my pet, not my wife. I can do whatever I want with you, including leaving you here.” And he left.

But this time, Y/N didn’t stay.

She sprang from the bed and raced after the sith, determined to break through his facade. “Kylo!” She angrily called as she ran. “Fucking stop!” The eyes of dozens of First Orders soldiers followed her, watching in morbid fashion as she challenged one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy but they did not dare to stop her.

She was finally able to catch up to him when he turned to his private sparring room. “What is wrong with you?” She hissed, coming to a stop a metre away from him.

He didn’t respond. “First you buy me to be your slave but then you pleasure me too. You reward me and then you literally rip me apart. And then you kill a whole fucking ship of rebels because it meant getting me back but you’re leaving me again. You’re so fucking confusing and I honestly don’t understand you, so just tell me why!”

“Because I hurt you!” He screamed, the walls he had so carefully built falling to dust at her feet. “Because I was fucking selfish and forced you to become mine like some twisted old man. But I couldn’t stop. You are so good and soft and so fucking kind when you shouldn’t be! You should be plotting to kill me in my sleep and fighting me every chance you get but you don’t. You cared for me and listened to me.” Y/N’s eyes burned with tears that built along her waterline. Kylo stepped closer, his head bowed like a naughty child that had just gotten caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“And then you ran from me. You joined the rebels. But when I came for you, you let me take you home. You let me touch you even after what I did. So leave. Please. I don’t want to hurt you again.” He turned away from her, desperate to hide how his own tears spilled over his pale cheeks.

“Kylo.” She murmured, chancing a step closer. His body went stiff as her fingers grazed his back but he did not move away. “Kylo.” She repeated, her voice a little firmer this time. Her touch moved to the back of his neck, cupping the warm flesh just hard enough to guide his attention back to her.

“Go, just go. I cannot hold myself back any longer.” But his tone was defeated, carrying no real conviction or malice. He lets her move his head so now their faces are only inches apart. With a touch so gentle, he barely feels it, she holds his strong jaw, her thumbs finding their place just beneath his cheekbones.

“I’m not letting you leave again.” He doesn’t resist as she kisses him though she can tell he’s fighting it. His eyes are screwed shut, his hands balled into fists by his side but as she relaxes into the kiss, her tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, he concedes. She smiled against his lips as his arms wound around her thick waist, pulling her impossibly close to his body like she was the only thing keeping him tied to the ground.

“You bought me, now you have to keep me forever.” She teased, making him growl into her mouth. One of his hands pulled away from her torso and made a grab for her neck, expertly diving under her collar. There was a click and then the metal fell away, colliding onto the floor with a deafening clang.

“I do not want to own you, not anymore. You should be free to decide what you wish.” He said it like he was expecting her to run the moment that his ownership over her was stripped away, but instead she pushed her hips up and into him, her soft stomach now firmly pressed against his hard cock.

“Then I wish to stay… with you.” She yelped as he suddenly gathered her up into his arms and kissed every inch of her face that he could reach. Her giggles carried through the room, lighting up the dark space with a happiness never seen there before.

As her laughter died down, her eyes grew dark with lust once more. “I want you.” His own gaze darts over her face, watching for any sign of a lie and when he found none, he kissed her once more.

Slowly, he lowered them both to the floor. His massive body providing a comforting weight on top of her, slotting himself between her plush thighs. She mewled as his lips travelled to the soft slope of her jaw, nipping and sucking at her skin, searing his marks into her.

“Kylo.” His kisses reached the spot upon her neck where her mind went fuzzy and her hands flew to his hair, burying themselves in the raven locks. He hummed against her skin as he licked at the spot again and again until her body went to liquid below him.

Then he moved on. He lathered the skin of her chest in kisses, moving her light green dress out of the way in order to get access to the fat of her tits. She squirmed against him, trying to roll her hips down into the thick muscle of his thighs. “Please I need more.” She begged.

Immediately, he complied. The skirt of her dress was thrown over her stomach and his shoulders wedged firmly beneath her thighs, letting her ankles cross behind his head. She thought she heard him whisper ‘anything for you’ but all thoughts flew from her mind as his kisses resumed again.

Her back bowed with pleasure. The tip of Kylo’s nose fit perfectly against her swollen clit as his tongue clumsily propped at her entrance. Planting his huge palms on the softness of her lower stomach, he pushed her back down, slipping his tongue into her at the same time. She moaned loudly with each curl of the muscle.

Her thighs locked around his head as the tip of his tongue hit that soft spot inside her that made her see stars. He groaned into her cunt, forcing his nose even tighter against her clit. “‘M gonna cum!” She cried before her orgasm washed over her, her vision whiting out with pleasure.

She clutched at his hands, whining his name over and over as he continued to torment her until she went boneless in his arms with a sigh. He licked up her release and pecked her inner thigh before finally pulling away, smirking proudly.

Silently, he pulled her dress back down over her body as she attempted to catch her breath. She reached for him which he eagerly indulged, dragging her limp body into his lap wrapping her up in his arms. Her head lolled against his shoulder, placing a sweet kiss upon his covered collarbone.

It was quickly followed by another, and then another until soon enough, her lips were attached to his neck in the same way he had been on her a mere few minutes ago. His cock twitched with excitement at her attention. “Pet, it’s ok. We do not need to go further if you are not comfortable.”

She pulled back only a few inches, just far enough to meet his eyes (which she noted were far more brown than the yellow she had been used to). “I want to, just maybe, we go slow?” She asked shyly. Kylo dipped down and kissed her gently.

“Whatever you want. Can you stand?” She gave him a withering look causing him to chuckle lowly. Readjusting her in his arms, he stood and made his way to the shower room attached to the gym. He ignored her questioning glance, placing her on the edge of the massive tub in the centre of the room.

Steam soon filled the small chamber as the tub began to fill. Kylo kissed along her arms and neck as he unbuttoned the front of her dress, letting it fall to the floor along with his own clothes. By the time they were both naked, the bath was filled enough for both of them.

With one last kiss, he slipped into the water, sighing as the heat washed over him, relaxing his tense muscles. He offered Y/N a hand, helping her into the tub in front of him. Her soft body fit beautifully between his legs, the curve of her back pressing against his solid torso. But that wasn’t enough for either of them.

On shaking legs, Y/N turned around on his lap and straddled his slim hips. Her lips caught his in a soft kiss as she rocked onto her knees, taking his cock into her hand. His eyes fluttered shut at her touch, not seeing the way she positioned his tip at her entrance until he was already partially inside of her. Kylo’s hands flew to her hips as she slowly sunk down onto him.

“Stars.” He moaned, his head rolling back between his shoulders. “So fucking tight.” She stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the sheer size of him.

“You’re just so big.” She mewled and Kylo groaned in response, his cock throbbing within her. “Can feel you in my stomach.” She emphasised by holding her plush tummy, pushing down on where his length pressed against her walls.

His hips bucked unconsciously and she moaned. Taking that as her cue to move lest her former owner take back control, she began to slowly bounce on her knees. Pleasure rolled through them both with each pass of her hips. Each time she took him to the hilt, the coarse hair along his pelvis brushed against her overstimulated clit, causing her to clench down onto him.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his but it was less of a kiss than the others they shared, and simply a distraction from the ever-growing climaxes they would soon experience. Her thighs burned as she rode him, struggling to accommodate the sheer mass of him but she kept going, wishing this moment could last forever.

Kylo moaned into her mouth, his hands clamping down onto her soft flesh. “Please please.” His abs tensed against her stomach as he began to meet her at the high of her thrusts. Her head fell to the crook of his neck as he took more control, now violently punching into her cunt, sending them both up higher and higher.

“Cum for me.” She whined. “I need it so bad.” She exploded around him just as he seized beneath her, filling her with his release. He thrust a few more times, milking both of their ends before he slumped back into the water, cradling her in his arms.

“Fuck.” He groaned and she giggled tiredly, kissing his neck.

“I agree.” He rubbed up and down her back as a comfortable silence settled over the pair. Until Y/N spoke again.

“About what you said earlier, I did not run away from you- the rebels took me. I was trying to find my way back to you but you found me first.” He froze beneath her.

Kylo sat up, his expression suddenly angry. “I was told that you had left willingly after-“ He swallowed thickly. “-After what I did.” Y/N looked up at him.

She shook her head. “The rebellion wouldn’t have been a safe place for me, I would’ve been better off leaving with a bounty hunter.” He hummed, slumping back into the bath yet the anger remained. “Who told you that I ran away?”

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, I will handle it.” He pecked her hair. “You never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again.”

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Superstar | football player!Joel miller x popstar!reader

Chapter six - obsessed

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Warnings - mentions of sex, cursing, body image talk, insecurity

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

A/N - it’s finally here, sorry for it being so late! But now that I’ve gotten this out of the way I’m aiming for the first chapter of jump then fall to be out sometime next week!

the next day i wake up with an empty imprint of where ollie was sleeping, joels arms wrapped around me in a comforting hold, and about 5 million notifications. mostly notifications from being tagged in posts and storys but theres some from friends in family too. like one from tara with a screen shot of a tmz artical titled 'popstar y/n l/n photographed with new boyfriend dallas cowboys star football player joel miller on a post game drive' paired with a dramatic open mouthed emoji. i roll my eyes and send back a stfu before dropping my phone back onto the mattress.

i turn hearing the bed frame creak quietly as i admired joel sleeping figure. he was laying on his stomach with one arm lazily wrapped around me. his hair was messy but he still somehow looked flawless. joel stirs as his phone which laid on the night stand ontop of his wireless charger began to ring. it flashed a few times showing off a picture of his mother and him paired with the contact name momma. unfortunately the phone stops ringing before joels able to fully wake up letting him fall back into sleep.

"joel" i whisper as i took my hand that wasnt tucked undernieth me to shake him. he groans eyes not even opening as he hummed a quiet "what?" as his arm that was once lazily wrapped around me pulled me closer. "when's your mom 'sposed to drop the girls off?" i whisper as his head ducked into the crook of my neck pressing lazy kisses to the length of it. "dunno, she has a key. she'll let them in when they get here" his voice is muffled by my neck as he takes a small chunk of neck flesh into his mouth and begins to suck at it. "joel" i giggled as i pushed him away "cant leave marks cant have any of that at any of my shows" he roll his eyes as he presses his lips to mine.

were inturupted by the sound of childlike giggles running up the stairs. "speak of the devil" joel chuckles as he sits up preparing to greet his girls. the door is thrown open revealing sarah and ellie. "daddy!" both squeal as they launched themselves into the bed. "we had pancake for dinner last night!" sarah says as she leans her head agaisnt her fathers chest. both girls excitedly tell their father what they had done with their grandparents the following night as he took turns pressing kisses to each ones forehead. i feel like i dont belong during moments like this, family bonding. im not their mother who can sit back fondly watching with a small smile, im just some stranger laying in their fathers bed. they hardly know me, and i hardly know them. thankfully a call from my mother is able to whisk me away.

"hi mom" i say standing in the bathroom, phone pressed to my ear as i stare into the mirror. "how are you doing?" she asks voice low as if shes trying not to wake someone. "fine...im doing fine" i have another 3 shows in houston next weekend so this weekend and this whole week is just about relaxation and mentally preparing for my next 3 shows which her very physically and mentally demanding sometimes. "your dad saw you on tv last night . he got real excited seein' you" i wish ever older man in his 50's felt like that about me right now. almost every man from the age's of 16 to 70 is pissed off at me cause they 'saw me too much' last night.

i wish i didnt let it get to me but it does. i put up this strong front like no ones able to hurt my feelings but everything they're saying about me does because for some odd reason men think not liking me means theyre allowed to call me a slut and threaten to kill me if i showed up the next game. im just glad joel hasnt seen them yet. "yeah?" i let out an awkward cough "yeah...your dad and i are trying to make it up to houston next weekend dad wants to see you preform again" i smile, though my father never understood one thing about my intrest in music and songwriting he was always my biggest supporter. "really?"

"y/n can you hurry up ive really got to pee!" i hear ellie shout from outside the door as my mother asks "where are you?" i sigh unlocking the door and letting ellie rush in as i rushed out. "Um joels house...but ive gotta go alright? love you."

i walk back into joels bedroom. both girls now gone leaving their father alone to scroll twitter and find out for himself what was the trending hashtag of the day. #fucky/n. how original. how old were they really because this was all really immature coming from men mostly over the age of 20. he's looking down at his phone brows furrowed in a scowl, finger still swiping. he hears my footsteps and looks up letting out a quiet "oh." i sigh arms wrapping around my body "who was that?" he asks. "my mom" i replied as i walked over to the bed and took a seat. "you dont have to go to any of my games again...if you dont want to" he whispers. he head cocks to the side as my brows furrowed. he takes my sense of confusion as an answer "y/n youre getting death threats."

i shrug my shoulders "ive been getting them for the last 5 years. i normally just ignore them." he sighs loudly as if he didnt understand my way of thinking, before changing the subject. "you staying for breakfast?" i shake my head "no. gotta studio session this morning..." joel nods. "can you keep ollie for a few hours? the session is early and im not gonna have enough time to drop him off at home."

im in my car driving down the freeway when i get a call from will. one of the first people i met in the music industry and a very acompished song writer himself. for years now will and i have been writing music together for his albums or mine, sometimes even a duet hear and there.

"you're late" he says voice almost drowned out by the sound of a few people in the back ground. "i know sorry. got held up at joels" i can almost hear the eyeroll through the phone. will wasnt the biggest fan of my past boyfriends. it started with will hating andy, he mustve saw the red flags before i did, then he hated harry because of his reputation of being a 'womanizer', then there was tom who he hated simply because he could practically see through him, and now the tradition has gone onto joel. he doesnt have a reason to hate joel yet but he'll find one eventually, he always does. "i know, i know alright. i'll be there in like 5 minutes okay?"

"alright okay see you in 5" he hangs up the phone leaving me to drive the rest of the way to the studio in silence.

when i get there theres a crowd of paps outside the studio, and wills standing by the door holding it open for me. wills got long floppy brown hair that comes into vague curls at the ends, and a pair of glasses that are almost too big for his face, that sometimes makes him look a bit goofy. his voice is deep with a heavy british accent that somehow doesnt pair well with his face. "morning" he says with a nod as i walked into the studio letting the door slam shut behind me. "got anything prepard?" he asks as we walk down to the studio that we had booked for the day. "a little thought you could me finish the rest." i say as will pushed the door open letting me walk in first before he did.

"alright let me hear it" he says as he takes a seat next to a bunch of sound equipment. i unlock my phone and open the 'voice memo's' app before playing the most recent voice memo from a few nights ago titled 'sparks fly?'

the voice memo starts off with me playing guitar before i start the first lyric "the way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and im a house of card. youre the kind of reckless that should send me running but i kinda know that i wont get far" will nods as he pauses the memo before un pausing it and letting it play the rest through "and you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch. close enough to hope you couldnt see what i was thinking of, drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain. kiss me on the side walk, take away the pain. 'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile. get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down. give me something that'll haunt me when youre not around. cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile" the memo ends and will looks over at me.

"kay i like it. what were the cords you were playing?" shit, i hadnt written them down like i usually did before studio sessions. "um fuck, i dont know...i think it was a,f,c, and g? maybe those." he picks up his guitar that had be discarded beside him and begins to play almost identically to how i was in the memo. "aright was that end the chorus?" i nod a quiet "mhm."

"alright you got anything else?" i nod before saying "yeah keep on playing" i say and he continues to play his guitar trying to fill in the missing pieces to continue on the instrumental part of the song. "my mind forgets to remind me, youre bad idea. you touch me onces and its, really something. you find that im even better than you imagined i would be. im on guard for the rest of world but with you i know its no good."

we finish off the rest of the song, tweaking some lyrics here and there, and even recording the song before our we decided to head out. I'm in my car driving by 11:30 when i get a call. the caller id shows up on the screen on my dashboard. joel <33. i answer the phone call and joel imediatly starts talking. "hey baby, what you doin'?" he asks, i can hear the sound of him inhaling and puffing out air letting me know he's probably out on his back porch smoking a ciggarette. "driving. whatcha need?" he sighs out "nothin' really. just wanted to know if you want to stay for dinner t'night" i laugh as my car comes to a slow stop at a red light. "yeah sure, what you guys havin' tonight?"

"probably pizza dont feel like cooking. the girls will be happy with that." he says punchuating his sentence with an loud inhale before matching exhale a few seconds later. "so how long you think you'll be?" i hum pondering a bit as i hit the gas following after the car infront of me "maybe 7 minutes? im a few lights away" i say. i hear him slide open his sliding glass door and presumebly walking inside. "alright i'll let you go, rangle up these kids before you get here. see ya in a bit" the sound of the almost piercing beeps as he hangs up fills my ears before my phone begins playing the song it had been playing before joels call.

7 minutes later im pulling up infront of joels house to see him sat on the porch ciggarette hanging from his mouth, while the girls sat on the driveway drawing with chalk. i chose to park on the street so i wouldnt desturb sarah, and ellie. i step out the car shoving my phone into one pocket. "y/n!" sarah leaps up from the pavemet dropping the stick of chalk that was in her hand before running towards me. tiny arms wrap around my body as she hugs me. "are you staying for dinner? daddy ordered pizza" she says excitedly as joel walked up behind her. "go on and play with youre sister babygirl let me and y/n talk alright?" sarah pulls away nodding before running back towards her sister.

"hey sweetheart" he says before pressing a short, but sweet kiss to my lips. "pizza'll be here in bout 10 minutes ordered it right after i hung up with you" he says a he places the ciggarette he had pulled from his lips a few seconds ago back slotting it against his upper and low lip. i nod as i lean into his body "how was youre studio thing" he asks arm wrapping around my waist as we both begin to walk back towards his front porch. "good" i reply simply as he unwraps his arm from around my waist and sits down. somehow being in a relationship with joel miller was so easy i forgot how my life used to be. my entire world now revolved around football games, tours, joel, and his girls that i almost forget that 3 months ago i was still rotting my bed sobbing over the ending of a relationship i thought was going to be forever. the moment i took one step into joels life i was sucked in and hoped to god i'd never be pushed out.

"y/n! can you come draw with us?" sarah asks from her spot on the pavement. i look at joel giving him a look that almosts asks 'is that okay?' he nods saying "go, we'll talk later" i walk over and take a seat next to sarah on the somehow still hot texas pavement. ellies sat across from us, so deep into her drawing that she doesnt even look up to greet me. her knees are scratched up, probably from the pavement, and her fourarms, and hands are covered in a mix of different dusty chalk colors.

"look at my drawing" sarah says pointing at a larger drawing to her right. 4 stick figured people 3 female, one male, and one stick figured cat drawn to the left of the smaller stick figured humans. each one is labled 'daddy', 'y/n', 'sarah', 'ellie', 'ollie'. i almost want to cry at how adorable it is. she smiles up at me so proud of her work. i almost want to take a picture of it, but decide to take one later.

i want to stay here forever, or atleast have something similar to this forever. joel sat puffing on his ciggarette a few inches away, admiring from a far as i interacted with his children. interactions that make him wish he could have met me first. before the barbaras, or annas. interactions that make me wish he was the man i met 7 years ago on a red carpet, wishing i hadnt spent 7 years delusionally praying for a ring from a man who fell less and less in love with me every day.

a car with a bright red and white papa johns logo attached to the top of it pulls into the driveway. its almost like the girls have a routine for pizza nights. they both jump up leaving the chalk on the sidewalk and run into the house squealling "pizza!!" as joel snuffed out his ciggarette against the porch before walking up the young brunnette man with a wad of cash in his hand. i similarly to the girls dicard the chalk on the pavement and walk inside. i wash my hands before meeting the two girls at the table. their father already passing out slices.

"cheese or peperoni ellie?" joel asks, ellie who sat up on her knees in the chair says "both!" he shakes his head "nope you wont eat it all one or none el's pick one" she pouts as her arms cross over her chest "peperoni" she mumbles under her breath as she sit back down on her butt. joel nods before placing a slice of peperoni pizza onto a red plastic plate and sliding it over to her. "cheese" sarah says before her father can even ask her.

my elbows are sat on the table, a piece of cheese pizza half eaten sit infront of me. this all seems like something taken straight out of a movie, family sitting at the table casually talking about each others days. sarah telling her dad about the funny joke her grandfather had told her last night, joel chuckling recalling the same joke being told to him more than 20 years ago when he was her age.

it all felt so sureal, like how could i be apart of this? i met these people less than 3 months ago and im somehow already at family dinners. sometimes it makes me feel insecure, at moments the thought of feeling so left out because this is not my family even though im sat at their family dinner. he's my boyfriend but these are his children not mine, ive known these people for less than 3 months and only been actually dating joel for one of those months.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

three loud sharp knocks that the front door pull me from my thoughts. joel sighs dropping his slice of pizza before getting up mumbling about how he'd 'be right back'. the dining room is silent as we listen to joels hushed voice whispering to whoever is on the other side of the door. sarah stands up slowly walking over to the doorway so she could get a look at whoever was at the door. ellie follows as usual. monkey see monkey do. a loud squel like shout makes me get up just in time to see sarah running to the woman stood at the door. "mommy!"

she looks like sarah, with the similar but tighter dark curls, and similar dark complection. she beautiful. her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and though shes only wearing a tee-shirt and jeans she pulls it off fabulously. though there seems to be not even one wrinkle on her face i can tell she's closer in age to joel than i'll ever be. joels stood at the door uncomfortably as sarah hugs her mother. she's tall and thin, thinner than id ever thought about being, i could tell she was a model not only from her statcure but because i'd seen her only. probably an instagram account though i cant recall what platform i saw her on. "how've you been sarbear?" she asks as she hugs her daughter tightly. "good" sarah giggles as she steps away from her mother. the womans eyes now fall to ellie whos somehow now pushed herself behind me. "hey ellie how have you been" ellie shrugs from behind me.

joel tilts his head almost as if he's saying 'come here' i comply walking over to him with ellie trailing close behind. joel wraps his arm around my waist as the womans eyes fall to me. she looks me up and down about 2 times before smiling "and you must be..." she drags out the 'e' sound of be until i answer back meekly "y/n..im y/n" she nods a genuine smile on her face. "nice to meet you y/n. im barbara but you can just call be barb" i nod smiling. "how long have you two been together?" she asks eyes flicking up to joels "um bout 3 months right honey?" he says fake smile gracing his lips as he leans his head down a bit to press a kiss to my temple. "yeah about that" i say with a forced giggle as i lean into joel a little more. right in this moment my insecurities flood back in realizing i look nothing like her. she's thin, her body is fills out right where it needs to, she has no hip dips, no scars, no stretchmarks. she was perfect. if this was his ex was i not his type or was she not? i feel like i already know the answer to that question.

"barb why are you here?" joel asks, she looks at him and just laughs his words off. "im here to see my daughter" she says with a scoff as both her hands place on her hips. joel rolls his eyes "its not like you wanted to for the last 2 years" i know this is my cue to take the girls and let them have their 'adult conversation' so i pull away from joel and say "common girls lets go play with ollie?" both girl excitedly race up stairs towards joels room, where we had put ollie while we ate.

i sit on the bed with the girls my anxiety, and insecurities festering inside of me as the girls swooned over my cat. would barbara reappearing randomly rekindle their relationship? would i just be left in the dust? i know he was acting like he was annoyed with her downstairs but i bet if she tried he'd get back with her right? he'd probably rather be with the mother of one of his children than me. sarah deserved a perfect family, a mom, a dad, a little sister. she didnt deserve whatever she had right now, and i know joel knew that. and i know he didnt want it to be this way. from what i heard it seemed like she's not around alot and that why he's so uncomfortable with her being here, but if she preposed to start their relationship again i'd bet he'd agree.

her having him would mean she'd stay. even if it wasnt for sarah she'd stay, and sarah would have her mom back for good. there would be no need for some 'pretend mom' anymore. no more revolving door of girlfriends, though i despretly didnt want to be apart of that revolving door.

joel barges into the room, instructing both his daughter to get ready for bed before slamming the door shut behind him. leaving just him and i in the bedroom, alone. "she's staying the night." he grumbles arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me close. i dont ask why feeling as though it none of my buisness. i hum with a small nod. "i was just bout to head out then" i say pressing my head into his shoulder.

our 'sleepovers' if you even can call them that normally only lasted one night maybe till dinner the next night but definetely not a second night. "you're leaving?" i can almost hear the frown on his lips. my brow furrow in confusion, normally he wouldnt budge when i said i was leaving. a few kisses and im normally off but not tonight. his arms instictivly wrap tighter around my waist as if to say 'dont go'. but his ex is here, sarahs mother, wouldnt that be a little awkward?

"thought i'd just go...cause she-she's here. but if you dont want me to leave i can stay" i whisper pressing a few soft kisses to joels exposed neck. "yeah" he mutters with a nod.

barbara is on the couch downstairs, both girls are fast asleep in their beds, and im still awake scrolling mindlessly though barbaras instagram. she's got millions of pictures posted dating all the way back to 2014. she's nice, and i really like her i do but i cant help but feel jealous of her when i get posts from 2015. most with joel who looks so much younger, i can tell she's pregnant in most of them. i cant help but obbsess over every part of her body that doesnt look like mine, wonder if he prefers her body over mine.

i wonder how she was during their relationship. was she good in bed? better than me? did he prefer sleeping with her? did he ever think about her? was she still friends with his friends? did his mom like her better than me? and it doesnt make this any easier on me knowing he's got a kid with her and not with me. she's forever attached to him because of sarah but me im disposable. his children arent my blood, they arent from my womb he can forget me easily if he really wanted too. he cant forget her because he see's her every time he looks at his daughter.

im trying to pick out something for me to hate her, and the only reason ive come up with is cause she's basically abandoned sarah. the only photos posted of sarah was 8 years ago on her birthday july 20th 2015 baby sarah all swadled up being held by barbara who laid in a hospital bed, joel stood next to her admiration and joy gleeming in his eyes. then 2 months later sarah being help by joel with the caption 'favorite people'. then after than nothing radio silent its like the baby disappears. people in the comments mustve thought that too because every comment for the next few months of posts are along the lines of 'wheres the baby?'. im guessing thats when she left.

i know joel loves me, and that im probably going crazy but i cant help but obbsess over her. "you're still awake?" joel slurs, voice deep from sleep. i turn off my phone immediately and turn so im facing him. one of his arms wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him. "cant sleep" i mutter as he pressees open mouthed kisses to my neck and jawline. even as he's practically sucking hickeys into my neck all i can think about is that he's probably done this to her, while she was laying on the same side i was as he whispered quiet 'i love you's into her neck. i cant help it as tears form in my eyes that are quickly blinked back. i cant let him know how insecure i actually am. i dont want him to know how isecure ive gotten in the last few hours because i know theres a chance i could get hurt.

"wha's wrong? youre tense" he says pulling away from me. i freeze staring him in the eyes as his brows curl into a furrow. "whats wrong?" his left hand reaches from my cheek caressing it softly. "nothing" i mutter leaning into his soft touch. he hums questionably like he doesnt believe me but goes onto press his lips against my none the less.

im so obssessed that once joel goes back to sleep i cant help but scroll her page. i dont even know why im so obsessed, its not like im ugly im just not anything like her.

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Leaving Morals Behind: Kent x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, choking (the good kind 😏) , the ol' cheatin' with the babysitter trope, dom!Kent, sub!reader, degrading, infidelity (duh), swearing, slow burn, mentions of PTSD, reader tries so hard to be a good person lol, there are some feeling in this, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 7724 Words

A/N: Okay, I know, infidelity is wrong, cheating is wrong, I wouldn't cheat on my partner, and I'd hope to God he wouldn't cheat on me, my mama always said married men are off limits...but y'all are lying if you said you wouldn't become a homewrecking whore for this man. I'd happily be this man's fucktoy if Jodi ain't givin' it up lol. Please leave all morals at the "read more" line, you will be able to pick them back up at the end of the fic. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and away we go!

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You always thought you were a good person, or at least you always tried to be. You liked to be liked, giving and getting respect and rewards. Always wanting to be friends with a strong moral compass you never strayed from. So when you had inherited your grandfather's old farm and had to move to Stardew Valley, you were none the wiser that it was going to be a test of your good nature.

A test you were going to fail at.

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Stardew Valley was beautiful, at least you thought so. Sure it wasn't as big and bustling as the city you were used to, but you didn't mind. No, the only problem you had was money.

The farm was a fixer upper, that was for sure. You knew you would have to get some seeds and maybe some animals to make money, but all you were concerned with was making the home look like a home.

And food. You needed food.

Whelp, looks like it was job hunting time for you.

Unfortunately you didn't even know where to start.

"Wow, so mom was right," the sound of a male voice causes you to turn. Behind you was a man about your age with blonde hair. "Someone did move into the old man's place."

Of course, that's where you would start. Being nice as you always were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Uh, this was apparently my grandpa's farm," you hold your hand out for him to shake. He takes it, but looks at you weird.

"You didn't know?"

"Uh, well no. I wasn't very close with him. I think I only knew him when I was a toddler," you truly didn't remember, then again your family was never close with their own. "So, you gotta name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Sam."

Well, so far so good.

"Well, Sam, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone here has a help wanted sign or something. Kind of, uh...need to get this place fixed up."

He thinks for a moment.

"Eh, not sure. But hey, why don't I show you around? I'm sure you'll find something!"

With that, you followed Sam around, even getting to know him a bit more. You found him relatively likable, but you didn't really support his dislike for authority. Of course, you felt disappointment bubbling within you due to small towns typically meaning little opportunities. At the sight of your defeated face, Sam sighs.

"Look...there's someplace that is hiring, but it kinda sucks."

"Psh, I just need enough money for food and get the farm looking like, well, an actual farm."

"Yeah, it really does look like a shithole," at that, you punch his shoulder. "Ow! Okay, sorry. Look, I work at Jojamart, it's this big business that moved in recently, and they're always looking for workers. I don't like it, but if you can put up with it, then I'll take you there."

To make a long story short, you told Sam to lead you there.

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You tried to get by on such a humble paycheck, but operation "fix up your new farm" was going slower than you'd like. On the bright side, at least your friendship with Sam was going well. You viewed him as the brother you never had, and he viewed you as the sister he never had. Not to mention he had introduced you to his friends Sebastian and Abigail, although the latter was more agreeable and welcoming to your kindness.

About a month or two of you living in Pelican Town had passed, Sam had asked if you wanted to go out drinking with him. He even added that it was his treat since you said you didn't want to spend your paycheck on anything that wasn't a necessity. He clearly had something he wanted to talk to you about and you alone, considering Sebastian and Abigail weren't present like usual.

"So...any reason you wanted to drag me out for a drink?" swirling your glass and watching the drink that moved within.

"First of all, you need it. You've been working for six months straight."

"I have not! And for your information, I can handle the responsibilities of a job. You can't even bear working for an hour." you quipped.

"Not true. I can't handle working two hours, thank you very much."

"Heh, okay okay," you prepared to take a sip of your drink. "So, what's the second thing?"

"How good are you with kids?"

You nearly choke on your drink and let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Wha-What kinda question is that?" your laugh makes Sam let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, that does sound weird, huh?"

"You don't say."

He clears his throat, before explaining himself.

"Look, my mom's been stressed. Especially since my dad's been deployed. I gotta kid brother that she always worries about, and leave yours truly to babysit. Besides, you said you've been looking for a second job, anyways."

It's true. With the humble paycheck Joja was giving you, it was hard to get the farm fixed up, hence why you never went out drinking with Sam and his friends.

"It won't be much, but my mom really needs the break. Even if it's just for a day," the blonde looks at you pleadingly.

"Any little bit helps," you nod. "You sure your mom would be okay with a total stranger watching her kid?"

"Believe me, you're not a stranger to her. I've talked about so much that she thinks we're dating," he jokes.

"Ew!" you did a fake shudder at that, even making a goofy grossed out face.

"I know!" he lets out his own playful noise of disgust, before collecting himself. "So, uh, what do you say? Think you can put up with my little brother."

"Of course I can. I've babysat more kids than I can count before moving here. You have got yourself a deal, Samson." you held your hand out to shake on it.

Sam gave you an annoyed look that made you laugh. He hated being called by his full name, which you reveled in. Still, he shook your hand, sealing the deal.

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You told Sam that you would show up at his place the following Saturday. Upon meeting his mother Jodi and his little brother Vincent, you liked them just as quickly as you liked him. Jodi did look as exhausted as her eldest son described, and was trying to turn you away from babysitting her youngest. Not because she didn't trust you, but because she felt she didn't have the money you deserved for taking time out of your day to watch the little boy that was eagerly asking you all sorts of questions.

You just told her what you told Sam, any little bit helped no matter how small. Besides, you were quickly taking a liking to Vincent. In fact, you would say that he was one of the cutest kids you'd ever babysat.

And so, after standing your ground, the woman caved, and asked her youngest son if he would like you to watch over him.

The answer was a resounding "yes".

So she left, leaving the two of you alone in the home.

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"What are you doing?" Vincent asked, watching you tidy up the living room of the home.

"Just cleaning the room up a bit. Wanna help me? you had decided to indulge the child's love for insects, making sure he didn't get too dirty. At least, to the best of your abilities. He still needed to wash his hands afterwards. As such, you decided to assist Jodi even more by picking the house up a bit.

"I thought only mom cleaned?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Everyone cleans, kiddo. A nice home means a nice life," you moved to the kitchen to do some dishes.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"Mmhm, it is. Come on, you can help me dry dishes."

"But isn't that boring?" he still followed you into the kitchen despite his question.

"It doesn't have to be. How about I tell you a story while we work? Sound good?" you knelt down to be at eye level with the kid.

"Okay...but only if you let me have gummies afterwards."

"Whatever you say kiddo. Just don't tell your mother about the "gummy" part, kay?" you ruffled his hair and moved a chair closer to the sink for him to stand on.

He pulled himself onto the chair, and you began to tell a story you remembered from your childhood.

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You were coming up on a year of living in Stardew Valley, and your farm didn't look like it's former self at all. Now, you had crops of your own, as well as a couple of hens. As such, you quit your job at Jojamart, now selling your wares, but you still babysat Vincent at least once a week.

You loved the kid just as you loved Sam: as another brother you never had. Jodi was still apologetic with the small amount of money she paid you, but you no longer cared. You weren't babysitting her younger son for money anymore, now you were doing it because you wanted to. Besides, you enjoyed helping the overworked woman out with cleaning up the house a bit.

As such, it allowed her to repay you by joining her family for dinner. It was nice eating with what you now would consider a surrogate family, now that you were so far away from your own. In fact, both Jodi and Vincent had finally stopped calling you and Sam a couple, which was nice.

Yes, your good nature and morals was certainly still shining through, and rewarding you in the end.

That was until he showed up.

You were eating some of Jodi's lentil soup for supper that night. While Vincent complained about it, you told him that if you could eat it, he could eat it. So he sucked it up.

Meanwhile, Sam was discussing a song he was writing with Sebastian asking for your ideas. The ideas you gave ranged from serious to jokey.

It was all going so well, until the front door opened.

You all turned your heads to look at who it was. Though you never met him, you knew just who you were looking at. Sam, Vincent, and Jodi all told you about Kent. You knew he was in the military, and how his family had worried about him. He was loved, and everyone's words made you want to meet him when he got back from his deployment.

Now though, you felt small as his eyes fell upon you. He was analyzing you, a stranger in his home, despite clearly being on good terms with his family.

You wanted to excuse yourself early, now no longer hungry as you were intruding on what should have been a nice moment of a family reuniting.

Of course, after Kent found out you were both Sam's best friend and Vincent's babysitter, he stopped staring daggers at you like you had just burnt his most valued possessions. He even offered you his hand to shake, which you noticed was rough and large compared to yours.

After being properly introduced to him, you voiced that you were going to leave, coming up with the excuse that your crops needed tending to.

As you walked home, you decide to stay away from Sam's place for a bit, wanting him and his family to have a proper reunion with the patriarch of the house.

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It had been a few days since that dinner, and you were still following your decision. You still hung out with Sam, and Jodi and Vincent always said "hi" to you when you passed by them in town square, but you still didn't want to intrude.

So you spent these past days walking around Pelican Town, after tending to your crops and hens. You loved taking in the scenery and waving hello to any of the villagers that you'd greet. You also just love getting lost in your thoughts.

"Hey, uh, Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of a rough, male voice calling your name. You turn around and see Kent walking towards you. He doesn't seem as cold as he was when you first met him. As such, you got a better look at the older man now that you weren't frozen under his gaze.

He looked like an older, more handsome and rugged version of Sam. Also more muscular too, at least from what you could tell despite the clothes.

"H-Hi," you still can't help but be shy around him.

"Look...I'm sorry about our first meeting. I noticed you were kinda shaken up after it," he rubs the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit guilty about it.

"It's okay. You didn't know me. You just wanted to eat and sleep I imagine, right?"

"Yeah," he nods and sighs. "Still, why don't we start over, clean slate."

He holds his large hand out for you to shake once more. You smile sheepishly, and take it.

"Clean slate," you agreed.

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Clean slate was right. After that day, everything in your world went back to normal. You got to babysit Vincent again, and you felt welcomed to hang out and eat supper at Sam's place too.

However, you quickly noticed that things were a bit rocky in his world. He would talk about how he was happy to have his dad back, but noticed that he seemed so standoffish, Vincent would even complain that he didn't play with him anymore. Jodi never spoke on the matter, but you assumed that she understood the seriousness on the matter. You certainly did.

Before moving to Stardew Valley, you had a huge interest in psychology, taking classes in both high school and college. You even had plans of becoming a psychologist. Funny how those plans changed.

The point is, you had an idea what Kent was going through. Being a soldier certainly wasn't easy. You had no doubts in your mind that he had seen and done things most couldn't even bear.

Whenever you would walk around town, you'd notice that he would stand under trees a lot, all by himself and deep in thought. Sure, he'd smile and wave at you when you'd pass by, but you knew that there was a disturbance inside his head. You wondered if he wanted someone to talk to. Then again, you didn't want to be pushy. Besides, you were just a family friend that he was only starting to get to know. There was only one way to find out.

Asking him.

You timed your walk perfectly with Kent heading out to stand under the tree just North of his home. He was a bit suspicious, considering you would usually take your walk later, but maybe you just felt like taking it sooner.

"Afternoon, Y/N," he greeted and continued on his way.

"Hey, Kent," you chirped.

"You're taking your walk early."

"Yeah, I didn't have much to do today. Why sit inside waiting for the clock to strike when you can just do it now, right?"

"I guess," he tenses up a bit when he notices you aren't breaking away from him like usual. Maybe you were just in a friendly mood. "So, uh, how's the farm coming?"

"Oh, it's going great! You should've seen it before I cleaned it up. You wouldn't even recognize it.

"Maybe...this town hasn't changed much since I left."

His jaw is tight and he clearly is starting to get lost in thought. Now was your chance.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'm fine," he says quickly.

Alright, that didn't give you much to work with.

"Do you...do you want me to leave you alone?" you clearly aren't buying his words.

Kent sighs, deeply.

"Y/N, listen, don't you have something better to do than waste time following me around?"

Resistance, that was to be expected. Still, you would try one more time. If he continued to push you away, then that would be it. You would leave him alone.

"I know you're not fine, Kent. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I just want you to know that I'll listen to you if you need me to. But if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."

He stares at you intensely. He's both analyzing your words, and deciding if he wants to talk. You continue to look up at him, patience evident on your face. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"You like listening to other people's problems?"

"I like being there for people if they want me to, however they want me to. So, if you want me to leave, I will."

"Heh, a farmer, a babysitter, and a shrink. Is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?" he really doesn't want to give you a straightforward answer. Unfortunately for him, you were more stubborn than you let on. At your lack of backing down, he just looks away from you.

"It just doesn't feel right....Like I can't go back to normal no matter how hard I try. I'm happy to be home...but I hate that I can't just go back to who I was before...," he trails off.

Well that's shocking. You were really expecting him to tell you to "fuck off". Still, you'll take it.

"Have you tried talking to someone about this? Jodi?" you push a bit, seeing how responsive he'll be. Luckily, he replies to your question.

"No one here gets it, so why should I? Besides, Jodi just wants to pretend that everything is still great, so why should I ruin that? Hell, why am I even telling you this, anyways?" he runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident at the matter.

"Only you know the answer to that, Kent. I'm not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn't do, or how you should feel," you hesitantly hold your hand up to touch his arm." I'm just here if you want someone to just listen to you."

You're both silent now. Neither of you know what you want to say. Still, your hand is resting reassuringly on his arm, which he doesn't shove off. Finally, the older man sighs.

"Look, just...," he thinks about what he wants to say. "Just know that you don't have to waste your time listening to me, okay."

You give him a sympathetic smile.

"It's not wasting my time, if I'm just doing what I wanna do," you squeeze his arm gently before letting it go. "I just want to be there for you, Kent. Just like with Sam, and Jodi, and Vincent....And I'll do it however you all want me to."

He glances at you, before giving you a shadow of a smile.

"You're too nice of a person. You know that, Y/N?"

"So I've been told," you giggle.

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'You were just being nice,' you thought. It seems like those five words had become your mantra ever since that day.

You were just being nice while you listened to Kent open up about whatever he felt comfortable with telling you.

You were just being nice when you would reassuringly touch his arm and speak so sweetly to him.

You were just being nice when you would give him gifts he loved, while the rest of his family would only get gifts that they liked.

And it was just a coincidence that you started wearing more dresses now, because he would always compliment you when you wore them.

Everything even got to the point where Kent would visit you at your farm to help move things that were too heavy for you, when you had complained about whatever you were having trouble with. You didn't want him to strain himself, but he insisted. He said it was because he was repaying you for always being there for his family.

So yes, you were just being nice when you would watch him move objects around, always wearing a white tank top that showed off his arms, or even forfeiting the shirt entirely.

You were just being nice, because you were just making sure he didn't pass out from heat stroke, hence why you gave him towels, ice cold lemonade, or even offered your shower to him.

This wasn't because you desired the older man. No, of course not. How could you? He was not only married with a family, but you were friends with his family. Sure he was attractive, and sure he cared about you, but you'd never pursue anything with him. You weren't a homewrecker.

You weren't. Even when your brain would betray you and make you dream about Kent in situations that ranged from wholesome, with him kissing you while standing under one of the many trees he stood under, to down right pornographic with him pinning you down to any surface and fucking your brains out. Nope, you couldn't be into him. Even when you would wake up from those dreams with butterflies in your stomach or damp panties.

No. You couldn't. After all, would you really be into him if a cold shower washed those thoughts away? Would you really be into him if you still hung out with him and his family? Of course not.

You were just being nice.

Well, that was until one wet dream you had one night.

'You were babysitting Vincent like always. You were helping him study for a science test he had that Friday. You supposed you could add tutor to that list of farmer, babysitter, and shrink.

Suddenly, both Jodi and Kent entered the home. The boy at your side got up from your spot on the floor and ran into his mother's arms. She said that he had a doctor's appointment, which was odd because you could've sworn Vincent's doctor's appointment had passed. Still, they both left, leaving you and the older man alone in the home.

He walked into the dinning room, and called for you to follow him. You did what you were told, only to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You could still breathe, but it didn't stop you from jumping.

Kent now had you pinned up against the dining room table, calling you a "dirty homewrecker" and a "filthy whore", and with his hand under the skirt of your dress.

The next thing you knew, you were bent over the table, your skirt flipped up and your panties ripped off, all while the older man behind you used your body like you were nothing but a sex doll.

Fuck, it felt amazing. You had never had your body used like that before, but you were already addicted to it. Especially as you felt your orgasm coming closer...and closer...and....'

You woke up, panties completely soaked and your pussy craving attention. It was at that moment in your lust filled mind that you thought one thing: fuck it.

No cold shower was gonna take care of this, and you decided that you were done lying to yourself. You were done with being nice all the time. You wanted Kent, and you didn't give a fuck about his wife and sons.

So, you slipped your hand down your body and underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties.

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Little did you know that Kent wasn't exactly having the most platonic thoughts about you, either. Though it did take him a bit longer than you for him to have his own "fuck it" moment.

You were so beautiful, attentive, sweet, almost innocent in his eyes. And as such, he also just assumed that all of the actions you had done for him, was just you being nice.

That's why he would go over to your farm to help you. He was just repaying your kindness. He was just being nice.

He didn't want you. No, how could he? He loved his wife, he had a family. And you? Innocent, sweet little you? You couldn't have wanted him. You were a good girl, not a homewrecker. No, he didn't desire you at all.

Even when his brain betrayed him by playing dreams of you as his little wife instead. Coming home to you, loving you, taking you out on dates. Nope, that longing feeling he felt after waking up from these dreams was something else.

After all, would he really be into you if a cold shower washed those thoughts away, or if he could still look you or his family in the eye. Of course not.

You were just being nice.

That was until he had his own wet dream about you.

'He was sitting in a field with you, which was odd considering how open fields make him uncomfortable, but you looking at him so lovingly seemed to make him forget that.

Something he noticed was that you were wearing a dress, as you seem to be wearing dresses a lot nowadays, except this one left little to the imagination. The skirt hardly covered your ass, and the top put your cleavage on full display. You, however, seemed completely unaware of your revealing outfit.

The next thing Kent knew, your dress was off, and apparently you weren't wearing a bra or panties underneath. He was also hovering above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Despite this, you were looking up at him, completely blissed out. As if this dream couldn't get any better, you let out the most adorable moans while he fucked you.

What started off with what could've been interpreted at "love making" quickly transformed into something more primal. And he loved it. Especially as his orgasm got closer...and closer...and....'

He woke up, except unlike you, he woke up in the middle of the night, with his wife peacefully sleeping beside him. He couldn't take a cold shower, and he couldn't go back to sleep now that he was almost painfully hard. There was only one thing he could do.

'Fuck it,' he thought, before getting up to head to the bathroom, after making sure everyone in the house was asleep.

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Neither of you made a move. How could you? You didn't know if Kent desired you, and he didn't know if you desired him. Besides, there was the whole, oh, you know, married with a family issue. Still, that didn't stop you from wanting to be a bit subtle on the matter, now wearing dresses that had shorter skirts or emphasized your cleavage, and touching him a bit more.

Everything didn't come to a halt though, until you had asked him to come over whenever he could to help move something heavy. Apparently, that meant Kent coming over on what felt like the hottest day of the summer. As such, you decided to set up your sprinkler in case he needed to cool down while he worked. Oh yeah, and so you had an excuse to run around in your bathing suit in front of him.

When he saw you, he was taken aback by seeing more of you than he was used to, even looking away to focus on the task at hand. That clearly didn't last long, as you felt his eyes back on you while you bent over a bit to splash the cool water from the sprinkler onto your face.

"Alright, move over. I need to cool down more than you," the older man jests.

You look up at him and smirk, moving aside.

"Go ahead."

Kent stands and sighs, as droplets of water fall unto him. While he's distracted, you grab the sprinkler and hold it towards him, causing him to get hit in the face with a rush of water. You place it back down and laugh at his startled reaction. Unfortunately, this gave him enough time to replicate what you did to him.

"Eek! Kent, stop!" you squeal out, trying to shield your body from the sprinkler's cold blasts.

"Nope! Not until you say you're sorry," he playfully sneers.

"Ah! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!" at that, he puts the sprinkler back onto the grass. "Truce?"

You hold out your hand, which he shakes.

"Truce."

"I'm sorry about making you come out here. Especially on the hottest day of the summer," you do feel a bit guilty about the whole thing, despite flaunting your body in your bathing suit.

"You know I don't mind. I'm always happy to help you out."

"I know...," you begin, deciding to make a move now. You make your way closer to Kent before giving him your best "bedroom eyes". "I just wish there was something I could do to repay you."

You drag your fingertips up his arm, which causes him to tense up. His eyes widen at your actions, and he backs up from you.

'Oh, shit.'

You quickly drop your hand to your side. Your face begins to heat up with embarrassment and shame. You try to get out an apology, but all that comes out are stuttered phrases.

"...I see," Kent grabs his jacket and walks out of your backyard. All you can do is just stand there, humiliated.

You raise your hands up to your face and take a deep breath, ashamed of yourself.

'Oh, Yoba, what have I done?"

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After that event, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. What was wrong with you? How could you do that? You tried to seduce a married man. A man who you were close with, and had a family you were close with. And now he knew just what a horrible person you were. Hell, it felt like everyone in Pelican Town knew, despite them not treating you any differently. In fact, Jodi and Vincent still would greet you anytime they passed you, and Sam still would invite you out to drink with him and his friends. And every time, you had to put on a mask like you were still a good person, like you didn't try to destroy their family.

You also never saw Kent after that day, but you were purposely trying to ignore him. How could you face him? He seemed pretty pissed off at your actions, not wanting to associate with someone like you.

You were actually considering moving back home. What was once someplace you felt welcomed in, now felt suffocating. Everyone knew, they had to.

It was evening now, and you were doing everything you could to ignore your thoughts and how much of a miserable human being you were.

The sound of your phone ringing rips you from your task, and you almost feel like just letting the caller on the other end give up trying to reach you. Guilt pulls you to answer it though, because if you are going to try and feel less miserable about yourself, why ignore someone who may have needed you. So you answer, lifting the device up to your ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Y/N," the voice on the other end greets. You feel your blood run cold as you recognize who it is.

"Kent...wh-what can I do for you?" you swallow, nervously.

"Sorry that this seems short notice. I was gonna take Jodi out for drinks and Sam's off with his buddies somewhere. Do you mind watching Vincent for a bit?" he doesn't sound pissed off or tense, like you expected. That does melt your nerves a bit.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Um, I'll be over there in a bit."

"Good."

And just like that, the line goes dead. You take a deep breath. You were just going to watch Vincent, that was all. Maybe this was your road to redemption. Maybe your little stunt that hot day was going to become water under the bridge. So after composing yourself, you head on over to the home you had been avoiding.

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It seems like the distance between your farm and Sam's place had gotten shorter during your trek. You actually just stare at his front door wondering if you should just turn around and head back. No, you had to try and reconstruct your shattered, good nature. Flaking on people who needed you was not going to help. So you knock on the door just as you used to.

Unfortunately, Kent greets you when the front door opens, though you didn't know if greeting Jodi would've been any better.

"Come in," he says, shortly.

You walk in and the older man closes the door behind you. You wait for Vincent to come greet you like he always does when you babysit, but you can't hear the sound of his footsteps getting rapidly closer, nor do you hear his voice. In fact, the whole house was quiet.

"Kent, where is everyone?" you ask, feeling nervous.

"Gone," he says, before walking into his kitchen.

"Wha-gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" you hesitantly follow him. He is leaning up against one of the counters, thinking.

"Jodi took the boys out for a little vacation. I stayed behind," he still doesn't look at you.

"I-I...why?" everything is beginning to feel weirdly dreamlike.

"Because we need to talk," his eyes finally fell on you. "And you haven't been giving me much of an opportunity."

"Sorry...," your voice is small, and you look down at your feet. As much as you don't want to face this talk, you know that getting it out of the way may make things better.

"'Sorry' is right. You pull that little stunt all those days ago, and then avoid me," wait what?

You look up and notice that Kent is much closer to you now. You freeze up a bit, but feel confused that he doesn't look angry with you.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he leans a bit closer to you. "Do you normally fool around with married men?"

The question takes you by surprise and your cheeks heat up.

"I-I...no," it's the only thing that comes to your mind, which now feels empty.

"Clearly," he holds your face so you are forced to look at him. "You have a bad habit of working me up, where people could see or hear us. Do you want everyone to know that we're fooling around, hm?"

You don't speak, still frozen and tense. Kent sighs, letting your face go and moving away from you.

"Of course...you don't want that anymore, do you?" he turns his back to you. "If you don't want to, then you're free to go."

"W-wait...y-you...?" you let out a frustrated sigh, trying to compose yourself and ask what you wanted to ask. "You mean...you weren't mad at me."

"Of course not. I was just surprised and needed to think," he glances over his shoulder." Now, answer my question, Y/N: do you want this or not?"

Well, here you were. A crossroad. You could either try to rebuild your moral compass, or you damage it permanently. And you know what? The fog in your brain and the dampness that was forming in your panties was going to keep you from walking out that door. This was going to end in two ways: just getting a taste of what you've been dreaming about so you could move on, or becoming addicted to it entirely.

Kent's back is still to you, and a smirk forms on your face. You begin to remove your clothes as quietly as you could. You regret not not wearing a dress as it would've made this so much easier, but your guilty mind had sworn to not wear them anymore. Funny how that was going to change.

"You know what?" you drawl, waiting for the older man to turn back and look at you. He does, and a smirk forms on his own face as his eyes fall upon you, now only clothed in your bra and panties. "I don't think I'd mind fooling around a bit."

"Clearly," he makes his way back towards you, but this time he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing it lightly. "Heh...and here I thought you were a good girl. Looks like I was wrong though, huh?"

You shamelessly whine at the feeling of him mildly choking you, reminding you of one of your many impure dreams about the older man.

"Yeah, you aren't a good girl at all," Kent's other hand wanders to your back, pulling you closer to him and undoing your bra. "You're just a filthy whore, right?"

You bite your lip, a nice quip for his comment forming in your mind.

"I'm your filthy whore," you correct, which causes the older man to chuckle darkly.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, which causes you to nod. "We'll see about that."

He suddenly lifts you up, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You are carried to his bedroom. As if the situation couldn't get any more taboo, he was now going to fuck you on the same bed he shared with his wife.

Kent closes the door behind him out of habit. Not that he had to worry about anyone bursting into the room. In fact, he was surprised how natural he was with this considering he and Jodi have hardly fucked since he got back.

There was no time to think about that though. Especially as you sat down on the edge of his bed in only your panties now, your eyes full of curiosity at what he was going to do to you.

"The fuck you think you're doing," he growls, which both startles and turns you on. "You think I'm just gonna let a whore like you get comfortable, just like that?"

"N-No sir," you whimper.

Kent's eyes don't move from you, his gaze as hard as it was the night he first met you. Even as he slowly begins to undress, his glare is still unmoving. As soon as his torso is bare, your eyes wander, taking in all of his muscle and scars.

"Come here."

"Hm? Wha-?"

"I said 'come here'. Don't make me have to fucking repeat myself," he crosses his arms across his chest.

You waste no time making your way over to him, only to be shoved to your knees. You look up at the older man and your mouth waters at what'll happen next.

Kent's hands move to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes widen at his size, wondering if he'll even fit inside your pussy. Oh well, now's not the time to think about that, especially since you had a job to do.

"I take it I don't have to tell you what to do?" he asks.

You nod, taking his dick in your hands and jerking him off. You then begin to swirl your tongue around the tip, getting a feel for his length. Once you feel ready, you take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, taking him as far as your gag reflexes would allow you.

Kent moves his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. He tries to be nice and let you suck him off at your own pace, but impatience begins to consume him.

Eventually, he forces your head all the way down his dick, causing you to gag and for tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and try to relax your throat, allowing the older man to fuck your mouth however he'd like.

And that's just what he does. He continues to use your mouth at a harsh pace, groaning with pleasure at such. Your panties are soaked, and you move one of your hands underneath the waistband to stroke your clit. Your moans add to the older man's satisfaction, and he looks down at you.

He loves what he sees. You with teary, half-lidded eyes, some saliva seeping from the corners of your mouth, and your hand touching yourself.

Suddenly, Kent pulls you off of his cock. While you're happy to have a breather and give your jaw a bit of a rest, you still feel disappointed that you aren't gonna feel him cum down your throat. As such, you remove your hand from your panties and look up at him confused.

"Don't let me stop you, sweetheart. In fact...," he pulls you up from the floor and moves you to the bed. Your panties are then ripped from your body, and the older man removes the rest of his clothes as well. "There... now why don't you continue playing with that pretty, little pussy of yours."

His words make you shiver and your wet hole to clench around nothing. You spread your legs and move your hand back to your cunt. You soak your fingers in your slick and go back to rubbing your clit. You tilt your head back , and breathy moans drip from your lips.

Kent takes in the sight of you. Despite wanting to fuck you right then and there, he still wanted to enjoy a bit of a show, especially as your moans grew louder. While you are distracted, he moves to his bedside table and rummages for a condom in the drawer. It's nice that they are finally going to get some use, now.

He moves back to you and grabs your hand, halting your motion. You whine in frustration, as you were on the verge of your release, but get cut off as you are flipped onto your stomach.

"On all fours. Now," he growls.

You waste no time getting onto your hands and knees, and feel the bed dip behind you. Kent gets into position, before ripping open the condom's packaging and rolling it onto his dick. He then lines himself up with your pussy, before pushing into you.

You cry out at the feeling of being stretched out and drop onto your forearms. The older man barely gives you time to adjust to his size before setting a harsh pace. You had never felt such an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure in your life. Needy, high pitched moans leave your mouth at his cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You like getting fucked by married men?" he growls into your ear after leaning down so that his chest was to your back, still not halting his pace.

You try to respond, but it feels like the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix, which scrambles your sentences into sobs of pleasure.

"Of course-fuck! Of course, a dirty, little homewrecker like you does," he moans, while wrapping his hand around your neck once more.

Despite his degrading words, Kent is enjoying this as well. As horrible as it sounds, he does love the feeling of your tighter, younger pussy when comparing it to his wife's. Scratch that, he just preferred everything about you when compared to Jodi.

You listened to him, you were there for him, instead of just pretending that everything was okay. It could've helped that you never knew him before his deployment, or it could've been that you tackled things that were wrong instead of ignoring it.

At the moment though, he doesn't care. He'll think about it later, right now he has a job to do. Right now, your pretty, little cunt was tightening around him and your moans were now screams. You were going to cum, and he would let you, but not that easily.

Kent slows his pace and his thrusts become shallow. The sudden change causes you to whine in a combination of confusion and frustration.

"Aw, what? Did you really think I'd let a whore like you cum?" he chuckles cruelly at your desperate whimpers.

"K-Kent...please," you even try to push your hips back, but he tightens his hold on your neck, stopping you.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Why should I let you cum, hm?" he didn't expect you to give him a good answer. In fact, he didn't even care what you told him. He just wanted to hear you beg.

"P-Please, I-I'll do anything! Please!" you feel tears beginning to flow down your cheeks. After keeping you from cumming once, you didn't want him to deny you a second time.

"Aw, you're that desperate to cum, huh?" his faux sympathy makes you nod. "Hm, alright...I guess I'll be nice."

His pace changes to the harsh speed it was before, pulling a surprised moan from you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you cum harder than you have ever had.

The feeling around his cock, makes Kent spill his own release into the condom. He wishes he didn't have to use it, but he knew the consequences if he didn't, and you both were already doing something that would have serious consequences if found out.

He pulls out of you, and your body goes limp. You are blissed out of your mind, and the bed underneath you feels comfortable. The older man decides to take the time to dispose of the condom, as well as look for any other potential evidence of his affair that would need to be taken care of.

He then returns back to the bedroom, lays down next to you, and starts petting your hair. It's gentle, which seems odd after he roughly fucked you, but you certainly weren't going to complain. You move to face him, and give him a dazed smile.

Kent smirks at your reaction, shifting his hand from your hair to your cheek, thinking while he stroked it.

"You need anything?" he breaks the pleasant silence. You just shake your head, and pull him closer.

You could stay the night. Jodi and the boys weren't going to be back until tomorrow night, which was fine by the both of you.

Unfortunately for you and Kent, this wasn't going to be a one time thing. You both were addicted to each other now, which meant that this could get dangerous. Not that either of you cared though. You both were going to enjoy each other no matter how this fucked up fairy tale ended.

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drain me of every memory

1,4k words hangman page/swerve strickland

im sleep deprived to hell and back but i couldnt sleep before i wrote this as i was finally struck with a vision i had to follow through. i also did not proofread this very carefully oops i have never written either of these two before so if they have terrible voices im so sorry also if this completely fucking sucks dont tell me please let me live in my tired ignorance lmao other than that i hope you enjoy it!! if its worth anything i'd love to know tho ;;

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The night had absolutely not gone how he would have wanted. It was a very small comfort in Swerve’s mind that Hangman hadn’t managed to win either, that he was the one suffering the big loss in tonight's huge three-way match, but it clearly wasn’t enough to satisfy the need. The hunger he had to see the cowboy suffer even more, making him feel the pain of those opportunities he snatched away from Swerve with his little tricks.

It wasn’t difficult at all to seek him out later in the evening. They had all stayed around until the end of the main event, everyone wanted to give Sting that one big sendoff together, and Swerve had spied Hangman in the crowd among the rest of the roster in the building tonight, easily. To say that the man looked uneasy and disappointed was an understatement, no matter how much he tried to hide it beneath the mask of a celebration in the moment.

Even past the mass of people between them, Swerve could see that those eyes still weren’t quite right, as they hadn’t been for some time now.

He didn’t even bother to knock on the locker room door, thinking the worst that he could do was catch Hangman changing. It wasn’t like they hadn’t shared a locker room before, like he hadn’t seen almost everything this man had to offer, nothing that could faze him.

It wasn’t like they didn’t share an unspeakable bond created by a spur of a moment that they had to live with separately together with forever. A bond that was much more intimate than anything a naked eye could see.

A smirk tucked the corners of his lips as Swerve watched the confusion quickly take over the entire face of the blond, though the obvious anger quickly rose back on Hangman’s features. Maybe Swerve was able to see even a slight bit of embarrassment radiating from him, if he focused carefully enough.

“What the hell do you want?”

Swerve’s hands shot up, in both a defensive and calming manner, eyes never leaving Hangman and his obvious distress. “Calm down. I’m not here to wage more wars if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah?” Swerve watched silently as Hangman stood up from his chair, staring daggers at him. “Well I’m not done with you, or afraid to kick your ass if I have to!”

“And fail at that task again? I doubt it.”

His calm demeanor was clearly agitating Hangman further, but the joy Swerve took in just watching his struggle to keep his emotions in check and his words coherent was immeasurable. Just seeing the small visual cues of Hangman’s eyes wandering as he tried to collect himself, hands squeezing into fists and opening up again, the way he almost, just almost wanted to start pacing the small room to calm himself down.

It was all almost too much, too good to be true. Too good to be a real thing he was witnessing with his own eyes, let alone causing.

“Well,” Swerve chuckled quietly, his low voice softly rumbling off the empty walls of the room around them. His hands dropped down again, finding comfort in the pockets of his jacket. “At least I’m not the one who lost that match out there. I think that gives me room to speak.”

That was the right button to push clearly, as Hangman’s eyes shot towards him again, narrowing almost dangerously as he closed the gap between the two men with just a few quick strides, both hands grabbing the front of Swerve’s jacket. He didn’t even flinch, just watched with a smirk as Hangman shook him slightly, his eyes burning with clear anger and frustration.

“Listen here, you little shit!” He wasn’t even trying to control the level of his voice anymore, the frustrations of the entire night pouring over in one fell swoop, manifesting out with a string of incoherent curses and hands trying to wildly shake the other man, whether to intimidate him or bring him to his senses, Swerve wasn’t sure. All he knew was that neither of those ideal options was working.

All Swerve needed to do, was to lean just a tiny bit closer to his face, to freeze Hangman on his tracks, quieting down, the sudden realization of how close they were washing over him. His eyes fixated on Swerve, who quite honestly looked like he was anything but hating this whole ordeal that he had once again managed to cause. Hands on him, his jacket, holding, pulling him close.

His first reaction was to look away, but Hangman clearly wasn’t done with him yet as the hands remained in their place, he just needed to collect himself to figure out how to proceed from here. Seeing his opening though, Swerve didn’t give him much time to think, soon a hand reaching for Hangman’s face, almost forcefully gripping his jaw, turning him back forward.

A soft blush dusted over the blond’s features. Just as Swerve had thought he briefly saw.

“What’s the matter?” His voice was taunting, clearly trying to push it even further than things had already advanced to. “I thought you said you weren’t done with me yet, cowboy.”

Hangman clearly struggled for words, mouth opening and closing without anything going in or coming out of it. His hands still had a tight grip of Swerve’s jacket, keeping him close even if neither would have wanted that, almost as if he was aware that if he let go, the situation would likewise disappear, slip away from his grip.

Swerve could see Hangman’s eyes wandering on his face, glancing down to his lips as Swerve licked them, almost as if giving him visual clues. Giving him ideas he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to act on them, to chase them, to realize them.

Thankfully there were two of them in the situation, as Swerve quickly closed the gap, pressing their lips together. Hangman let out almost a surprised gasp at the sudden touch, but it didn’t take a lot of persuading to pull him deeper into the feeling that he wasn’t going to admit that he had longed to feel for a while now. The blond’s grip almost tightened on Swerve’s jacket, just holding him close, holding his breath as he felt the pair of soft lips against his, first just as a peck, slowly going for something deeper, more meaningful.

As the curious tongue slipped into the mix to lick over his lips, any thoughts of resistance were officially gone from Hangman’s mind as he gave into the temptation, the soft, deep kiss of a cursed rival.

Hangman still held him close by the front of his jacket, afraid of letting go, of potentially wasting this opportunity. Opportunity to do what exactly, that he wasn’t so sure about. Swerve’s hand slipped from his jaw, up along it to brush a coil of rogue hair behind Hangman’s ear, finally slipping up his neck into his hair. He balled a good amount of his coils, giving it a firm, almost commanding tuck.

Hangman could feel Swerve smiling against his lips as he moaned quietly.

And almost as fast as the moment had begun, it was already over. Swerve pulled away with ease, leaving Hangman breathing heavily and chasing after those lips he wanted back onto him, but all he got back was a chuckle. The hand slipped away from his hair, grabbing a hold of his hand, still somewhat gently ripping it off from his jacket.

Hangman almost jumped as Swerve leaned back closer, lips brushing against his ear. A hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

“Maybe next time,” Swerve whispered to him, clear amusement in his voice over the state he had managed to put the other man in, “You actually try if you want to go for the gold.”

Hangman didn’t get a word out of his mouth, just watched, still stunned over the events that had transpired as Swerve finally fully pulled away, ripping himself away from the blond’s grip. Hands finding their way back into his pockets like before, Swerve just turned on his heels, heading out of the locker room without another word, without getting any resistance back.

At least Swerve had the mental victory over knowing whose name was living rent free in Hangman’s mind for the rest of the night.

#fic #character: hangman page #character: swerve strickland #ship: hangmanswerve #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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konohamaru-sensei · 4 months

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"I've loved you three summers now, but I want them all." | Aori X Fatgum

Merry Christmas @kankuroplease / @xxcinnaxx <3 Thank you so much for your friendship, your insight into art, the fact that we can rant about anything, create Au's about everything and your wonderful oc's . I feel very lucky to have befriended you and everytime you puplish one of those amazing artworks you do I can't believe it. Earlier this year we art collabed and I had a lot of fun and I also learned quite a bit from that, so thank you!! I really enjoyed building up the BNHA AU with you and the others this year too, so I hope you like this little present.

Fatgum x OC

Post War, I have no idea how bnha ends so I was rather vague LOL

When he came to, he could hear a woman crying. It wasn’t loud and wailing, it was silent, as if every sob was causing her too much pain to even make a sound. It took him a moment to place the voice, his mind still foggy from sleep and medication.

Taishiro had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but by the sound of Aori crying, it had been a while. Everything was still spinning inside, but he needed to show her that he was alright and well and though his insides still felt like they were aching, there was no pain.

“Aori,” he said in a half cough, his voice sounding thinner in the air than in his head. In case she hadn’t heard he wanted to repeat her name again, but he could already hear her suck in air in surprise and then he felt her grasp for his hand.

“Honey,” she said silently, as if loud noise would startle him too much. Taishiro pressed her hand and realised how small his was in comparison to hers. He must be thinner than he’d ever been.

He forced his eyes open and it took him a moment to adjust to the light around him. There was an evening sun shining in through the windows. Taishiro blinked. What hospital had they brought him to, he wondered, vaguely remembering that most structures by a wide margin had been completely blown up.

Aori’s hair was shining light blue in the sun, her back was illuminated by it, as if she was an angel waiting to welcome him back to the world of the living. There were tears in her eyes still, her cheeks sunken in as if she hadn’t eaten anything for a while. He never liked when she wasn’t eating right, not even if it was because she was so busy making sure he was eating right.

“I’m home,” he said in the absence of anything else to say. “Hungry,” he added, but didn’t dare look down on his body. There was no time right now to assess how much fat he had lost. He could already tell that it was a lot.

“I have muffins for you,” Aori said and reached into her bag. “I brought fresh ones everyday for this occasion. I knew you’d be hungry.” She opened the bag next to her and then ripped a part of the muffin off so she could feed it to him. Taishiro ate diligently as she fed him. How many times had she gone and bought a new set? How many had she thrown away? He felt guilty of making her worry so much.

He kept the left hand tightly around hers as he ate, pressing down on her soft skin as if to remind her and himself that he had indeed survived. “I must have caused you so much grief,” he said finally. “I’m very sorry.”

Aori let out a deep breath. “It wasn’t the first time you were fighting and it won’t be the last. I have always been prepared to see you like this. Still, it doesn’t get easier…” Her voice trailed off in the end, but she caught herself again. “This is the profession you have chosen and I would never want to take it away from you. I wish it were a less dangerous profession, but it is out of my hands.”

People who said that pro-heroes had the strongest mentality in the country surely had not met kindergarten teachers, Taishiro thought and a smile appeared on his face. “Nevertheless, I’m very sorry.”

When he’d been small, there had been nobody of his stature and definitely no one of his condition in the pro-hero circuit. They were all outstandingly strong, smart or good looking men, that Taishiro himself could never identify with, even with his above average grades. He took it upon himself to change that, to show that really everyone could be a hero, even if his parents had reminded him that this was a dangerous career to pursue. He had never really thought about his own death and the ramifications, not until he met Aori.

Suddenly he was thinking about the future more than the past, about a time when he wasn’t incredibly busy with his agency and training young people. Maybe he could have a little break time, a family, a house, such things that seemed for old people. There was nothing he would give his job up for, not completely, but other things he didn’t mind adding - as long as he survived long enough.

This had definitely been the most difficult fight he’d ever had in his career and he remembered that before his eyes went black he’d thought of Aori’s smile and how he’d promised that he would come back no matter what. Maybe that had kept him alive even then.

“When I saw the destruction,” she said bitterly. “I was thinking you might not be making it back to me. I tried to stealth myself for the possibility that you, my sister, the kids - any and all of you might not make it. But then you were here and I got so excited thinking that maybe I was wrong after all.” She sighed. “When you didn’t wake for 4 weeks and I had to watch you get smaller and smaller I thought that maybe I had celebrated too early…”

Taishiro laughed a little: “As if any amount of evil entity could keep me from getting back to you and eating your tasty pastries. Nobody could ever hold me back from that.”

And miraculously, Aori laughed too, pressing his hand again. “I will make sure you get nothing but that if you get out of here.”

“I can’t wait for that. Maybe some of Katsura’s famous cookies too.” He felt hungry just thinking about it. “I know I am just in your way when you cook and use 6 arms to work at the same time, but I have to insist once again that since it is food for me I should be at least helping-”

“You were involved in saving this country,” Aori furrowed a brow. “You don’t have to do anything for a long time.”

“Don’t say that. I’ll get fat and lazy.”

“Exactly.”

They looked at each other like this for a moment, these weak smiles on both their faces that covered up the hurt that was still there beneath them. Aori was strong, he knew as much, but she had still suffered a lot in the past month for his sake and he would have to make up for it as soon as he could stand on his own feet again.

“There was no way I would not have come back,” he said, definitely. “I am so lucky to have you and I would not be in the business to let anything take me away from you or let anything take you away from me.”

Aori’s lips curled and she looked like she was going to cry again, so he pressed her hand tightly once more. “I don’t know what the future brings from here on out, where this country and society is headed in the next ten or twenty years, but I know that I want to find out with you. I want to always be with you.”

“Me too,” she sighed and Taishiro realised she was crying again, but maybe not out of desperation as before. At least he hoped so. “Everything seems so up in the air from here on out, but whatever it is I want to be by your side as we experience it. If that means I have to visit you 20 more times in the hospital then so be it.”

“I’m trying to limit it to 16”, he joked and she laughed again. A genuine, happy laugh, which made his heart very happy.

Then, as if she’d noticed something, her head snapped up and her wide eyes stared at him: “Wait, was that something like a proposal?” There was blush quickly developing on her cheeks.

Oh, yes, he had made it sound a little like that. Well, if it was his choice he wouldn’t mind marrying her tomorrow right in this hospital, with the evening sun shining into her hair just like it did right now. But he supposed that was not what she was searching for and he hadn’t meant it as a proposal in the first place. Still, her observation definitely gave him ideas.

“No, it was not really,” he answered in earnest and then grinned: “Though I definitely will propose to you sooner rather than later.”

“Sooner rather than later?!” She repeated and was now completely red.

Taishiro winked. “You’ll never see it coming and it will knock your socks off.”

He felt very satisfied when she dropped the next muffin she was about to hand him, because her hand was shaking too much. He could not turn back time to take her suffering away from her, but he could make sure that every moment he was awake and conscious and at her side were the happiest she could ever spent.

#fic tag #this is queued so idk where i am when this goes up #what? you say this hero academy is for me?#other peoples ocs

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Trapped

This can be read as part of The Reaper and The Death Angel series or as a stand alone.

Contains: Fluff, trapped in an elevator, small town politics, mild Cleithrophobia (the fear of being trapped), smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V, semi-public sex, praise kink, naked woman/clothed man)

1.6K words

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You and Jax get trapped in an elevator, and Jax distracts you from your anxiety.

"Why do we have to do this?"

You shook your head, "because Oswald needs to be mayor and if we don't make him look like a baby kissing, town folk loving, magnanimous, good old boy Hale's going to win and we'll all be living in butter boxes on a major highway."

Jax huffed, "Hale isn't going to win, everyone hates him and no one wants to live in his developments. You know the Club doesn't give a shit about politics, Clay just wants his old buddy in charge."

"Jackson, my job is state funded. I've gotten very good at flesh pressing and sucking up to get what I want. All we have to do is bring our small and easily fixable concerns to Oswald, he gets his men to repair them and he looks good. It will take half an hour, max."

Jax pressed the elevator button, "whatever you say Darlin, but you owe me." The elevator started moving, going on its slow rise up to Oswald's third floor office. Then the power went out.

You turned your phone flash flight on and Jax did the same, "Fuck, it's it just the building or are we in the middle of a blackout?"

Jax shrugged, "I don't know, use the call button."

You pressed the key with the phone on it and waited, "hello, how can I help you?" The voice was a little crackly, "we're stuck in the elevator of the Oswald construction head office, I think we're between floors."

You waved Jax over to the doors and helped him pull them apart, only to be greeted by concrete walls, "yep, we're stuck." There was the sound of keys clicking over the line.

"Sorry about that, it looks like a power grid issue and half the town is without power. You're going to have to call the fire department." Jax was already on his phone when you turned around and he didn't sound happy.

"The outage was caused by a car wreck, which our tiny fire house is dealing with now. They said it will be another two hours at least."

You threw your hands up in the air, "great, we're trapped." You started to pace and Jax put his hands on your shoulders.

"You doing ok?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"I feel like a rat in a cage, you know if a fire breaks out we're screwed."

Jax lifted one hand to cup your face, "there's no power and the fire department cut the grid, how is a fire going to break out?"

You shrugged, "candle?"

Jax shook his head lovingly, "it's the middle of the day and this building is mostly windows, no one's going to be lighting any candles. Plus, you were the one who told me fire suppression systems don't need grid power."

You nodded, "you're right."

He smiled and rubbed his thumb over your cheek, "I'm guessing you also have water and snacks in your bag too?"

You chuckled, "of course I do." You could see him smile through the darkness.

"Maybe I can distract you another way, we have at least two hours?"

You bumped your nose with his, "what do you have in mind?" He leaned down and kissed you, backing you up against one of the walls.

"Just relax, I'll look after you." He kissed your neck softly while one of his hands cradled your head. The fingers of his other hand grazed the buttons on your top, popping them open and stroking the skin underneath. You shifted and pulled him into a kiss, Jax quickly taking over.

His hand was slowly moving towards your pants, his fingers touching each bit of new skin revealed as he opened your top. You let the shirt fall off your shoulders, and Jax eyes met your covered breasts. His hand left your face and removed your bra, his lips leaving your neck and moving to your nipple.

His fingers ran over the waist of your jeans and you nodded, Jax rushing to open them and sliding his hand inside. He touched you over your panties, his fingers rubbing gently while his lips were focused on your breasts.

"More please." You felt him smile against you and his hand went inside your underpants.

"I can do that." He kissed back up your chest and his lips landed on yours. He collected wetness from your entrance and used it to rub your clit, your knees twitched with the wave of warmth that came over you.

You leaned back and placed your hand on his chest to brace yourself so you could take your shoes off before pulling your jeans and panties off. Your hands ran under his shirt over his bare chest as his hand went back to your core. "You're very wet from me."

You rolled your eyes, "I'd respond but that would only inflate your ego."

He laughed, then dropped to his knees, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. "Are your knees ok?"

He chuckled, "they're fine sweet girl, this is about you remember?" Your head fell back against the wall as his lips met your centre, he started off with small kitten licks before sucking your clit in his mouth and sliding two of his thick fingers inside you.

Your hands pushed his head closer to you, Jax chuckling against your skin. He replaced his mouth with his thumb to kiss your thigh, "I'm going to look after you, don't worry."

His mouth went back to your clit and his fingers crooked upwards to rub your G-spot, "Jax, I want more."

He let out another chuckle as he lifted his head a second time, "you gotta cum for me first."

You grunted in frustration, "you don't need to be so attentive."

He grunted and pulled away again, "we've talked about the y/n, I only have fun if you have fun."

He smiled when you relaxed into his touch, "good girl." He went back to his task in earnest, paying careful attention to your body as he went on. He felt you fluttered around him and double his efforts, coasting you over the peak with practised ease. You slumped against the wall, Jax being the only thing keeping you on your feet.

He kissed back up your body, wiping his face with his hand then wiping his hand on his jeans, "you good."

You nodded, "I'm good."

He kissed your neck, his beard tickling your skin, "you still want more." You reached out and opened his zipper in answer.

"Ok Darlin, I get the message." You freed his cock and he shoved his pants down just far enough to be comfortable for both of you. He lifted one of your legs over his hip and braced his weight with one hand on the wall behind you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and stepped between your legs, rubbing his cock along your folds. "Please." You gasped as he slid inside you, Jax's other hand coming to the wall as well so he didn't fall over with the rush of pleasure.

"You good?"

His voice was tight, "yep." He smiled against your skin, wrapped his arm around your body and started thrusting into you.

"Fuck you're tight." You moaned when his fingers brushed your clit, Jax was grunting in your ear with each thrust. He reached his stride and you relaxed him to his arms, "good girl, I told you I'd look after you." His cock was brushing your G-spot with each pass, you barely had time to whimper out a warning before you were cumming around him.

"That's it, give me one more."

You groan, "I…."

He kissed you hard "yes you can, come on." His fingers moving expertly over your clit, your hand moved to grip his arm and he could feel your fingernails press into his skin. With one last grunt, he came inside you, his hand rubbing back and forth over your thigh.

He held you up as you caught your breath, kissing your face and running his hands over your body. When you could stand on your own feet he stepped back, brushed your hair out of your face, retrieved your clothes and helped you dress yourself.

Jax went to your bag and got the water bottle out, passing it to you before taking a sip himself. "Can you get the multitool out of the front pocket, please?"

He seemed confused but got it anyway, "why?"

You waved it towards the ceiling, "because it's going to stink like sex when the doors open so I'm going to open the hatch to let some fresh air in."

Jax shook his head, "let me do it, you can't reach."

You slapped his chest softly, "you're insufferable."

He laughed and unscrewed the hatch, a breeze of fresh cool air coming from the opening. "You want a snack?" You nodded and he got a bar out of your bag, breaking it in half and handed a bit to you.

"There are chocolate chips in this."

You nodded, "yes, fibre doesn't have to be boring Jackson."

He chuckled and slid down the wall dragging you down with him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

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The fire department were there within two hours, getting the elevator moving and the door open. When the doors opened, you were resting comfortably in Jax's arms. He grabbed your hand and stood up, throwing an arm over your shoulder and walking out of the elevator with you.

"Are you done with politics now?"

You shook your head, "no, we'll be back here next time we both have free days and we'll take the stairs this time."

He laughed and pressed a kiss to the side of your face, "I love you, your dork."

"I love you too Jackson."

Fin

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whumpwillow · 2 years

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False Target 3 | villain whump

Our whumper now has a name! I got it by combining the names Viren and Silco so there ya go

warnings: past beating, implied past abuse, blood, torn lip, bloodstained teeth, referenced kidnapping

“What should we do with the girl?” one of the guards holding Lea asked.

The girl...oh that’s me, she thought.

Virco waved a hand noncommittally, as if to shoo away the pointless question he couldn’t be bothered with. Logically, it did make sense if he were to use her as a hostage, but well, Lea wasn’t going to point that out to him.

“I don’t care,” he said. “Maybe she can capture True Target since my own men can’t seem to follow basic orders. Now come with me.”

The two guards released Lea’s arms and she stepped back to rub them, glaring daggers at Virco’s back as he walked away.

She heard a groan and turned to Kaiden, still a bloody mess on the floor. He lie there, writhing, a shattered form. He wrapped his arms around his midsection and curled in on himself, gritting his teeth. He breathed in shallow gasps and his face showed a mask of pain.

Lea made her way over to him now that she was free to move around. She knew she should try figuring out a way to make her escape, but there was nothing to be done about it when she was situated at the very heart of Virco’s base and likely surrounded by any number of his guards. Instead, she decided to focus on what she could do in the moment, which was to comfort a beaten man. Even if he was the one who got her into this mess in the first place.

Kaiden. That purple-haired freak.

He’d dogged her and True Target’s steps all throughout the past few weeks, driving them from one safehouse to another. Always on their heels, casting tension onto their shoulders.

Yet Lea felt no bitterness now, looking down at him. Clutching his bruised sides, his jaw drenched in blood, he looked worse than she’d ever seen him. And she knew he’d been in more than a few scuffles, having observed a new scratch or bruise on his face every time he appeared while trying to capture her and her brother, True Target.

Thinking back on it now, maybe those weren’t due to fights, but beatings.

She crouched down and set her hand on the man’s shoulder. He flinched at the contact, but only stared at her with bleary eyes and did nothing else.

“Hey.”

“What?” Kaiden snapped.

He narrowed his eyes at her. The action caused a few tears to fall and Kaiden turned his face away, covering it with his hand and aggressively swiping at his cheeks. Lea didn’t comment on it.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Kaiden sucked in air and coughed, though Lea thought it might have been meant to be a laugh. He turned back to face her, hands falling into his lap, tears and embarrassment forgotten in his bewilderment.

“I kidnapped you.”

Lea rolled her eyes. She sat down unceremoniously, feeling like this was going to be a long conversation.

“Yea, I know,” she replied with a droll tone. “But you deserved a punch. Something to knock that arrogant smirk off your face.”

Kaiden cough-laughed again, smirking at her. It looked odd and distorted with his torn lip. The blood staining his teeth was not helping matters either.

“Not…this,” Lea finished, gesturing vaguely at Kaiden’s battered body.

Lea reached out and Kaiden flinched slightly, but she kept her motions slow and visible as she placed a hand on his face. She gently tried to wipe away some of the blood before he abruptly turned away.

“I—I was…afraid,” he said, haltingly. “I thought he’d kill me.”

The shame was thick in his voice. Lea said nothing.

“...I’m sorry,” he continued.

Lea sighed and her shoulders sagged.

“I don’t forgive you,” she said,

Something happened then that Lea never thought she’d ever see. Kaiden squeaked. It was a pitiful sound, shrill and fearful. He began shivering again, and Lea realized he’d never really stopped after the beating, his body wracked with small tremors that ran up an down his spine. His chest rose and fell with his rapid inhalations.

“P-please—” he said with a sense of urgency.

Lea sat there and stared at him. She’d never heard him beg before today, and she’d never seen him beaten so mercilessly either. Seems the day was just full of firsts.

“Please,” Kaiden tried again, noting her lack of response. “I’m sorry, I really am, I’m sorry. I know—I know I did wrong by you—I’m sorry, just—just please—”

The words tumbled out from his bloody lips, trembling and breathless. His eyes were wide and wet. His trademark smirk was absent, and Lea found herself missing his snarky attitude, even when she’d hated it before. She hated this submissive creature in front of her even more.

“Hey,” Lea said. “Shh.”

Kaiden quieted.

It unsettled her how easy it was to get him to obey.

“I don’t forgive you, but...I understand. You have your reasons, and they just happened to get in the way of mine.”

Kaiden turned his face up. He looked like hell, but Lea smiled softly at the burgeoning hope she saw in his eyes, glistening along with his tears. She held out a hand to him and he stared at it for a second, surprised, before settling his own onto it.

“You don’t have to worry,” she continued. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

And Kaiden broke.

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@shydragonrider @turnthetablesonthem @wolves-and-winters @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

#whump #whump writing #my writing #willow writes #villain whump #villain whumpee #heroes and villains #civilian caretaker #original work: false target #oc lea #oc kaiden

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 year

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Limelight: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: smut, f!fingering, handjob, canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury...fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils." - Euripides

Spencer presses kisses down your neck and to your chest. The water beats down on you rhythmically, only adding to the sensation that's enveloping your entire body. You arch your back into him, and with the hand that's not touching your pussy, he grips your hip tightly.

"Please don't stop," you beg.

His fingers thrust in and out of you at a rapid pace while his mouth finds your nipple. He sucks the small bud into his mouth and lightly nibbles on it.

"Anything you wish," he grins cockily.

One of your hands threads through his hair while the other slowly grasps his cock. You two are going to be late for work, but at the moment, you can't think about anything else but his long fingers inside you. Spencer presses his thumb to your clit and runs hard circles on it as he adds a third finger to your aching hole. In return, you run your thumb across his tip, gathering the precome that had managed to escape.

"You feel so good," Spencer groans.

"Is that so? What about when I do this?"

You jerk your wrist inward, gripping his cock as if you're afraid of letting go of it. He kisses his way back up to your lips and molds his against yours. You slither your tongue inside his mouth, tangling with his. If he keeps this up, you're going to come right now.

"I'm close," you whisper after you pull away from his lips.

"Then come for me," he grins.

Hearing him say those words causes the dam to break inside. You throw your head back in pleasure as your walls crumble around him. You jerk his cock harder until he comes all over your stomach. He kisses you as he slides his fingers out of you. You clench around nothing, pleading to have his cock inside you. You'd stay forever in this shower, but you know your team needs you and Spencer. He pulls away from you and licks your orgasm off his fingers.

"You always taste so good," he moans.

It's arousing to hear him talk like this since he doesn't do it very often. He is vocal in bed, but never the one for dirty talk. It's usually you who does it all, so hearing him say these things brings heat to your cheeks. You reach down and wipe some of his orgasm off your stomach. You do the same and taste it with a softer moan.

"As do you," you grin.

"I love you so much," he mutters and kisses you again.

"We should get out. We're already late, and you know the longer we stay here, Derek will only tease us more."

You two get out of the shower and quickly get ready for work. You're driving today since you don't have time to wait for the train, so you two get to work in record time. It's sad that you didn't even stop for coffee, so the break room coffee will have to do.

"Why are you two late? Doing the nasty?" Derek smirks.

"All night long," you smirk back.

"You're no fun when you do it back to me."

You and Spencer quickly head to your desks, and you lean in to kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it," you whisper to him.

Rossi and Hotch are off to the side at the base of the stairs that lead to the second story, so you head over to them. The closer you got, the more you realized that they were talking about a potential case. Rossi got a letter from an old friend who needs his help. She sent over journal pages of detailed accounts of someone planning a murder or has already done it and wrote it down.

"That's interesting," you comment, startling the two men. "Sorry."

"It's from an old storage unit. The case agent from the Philly field office sent it to me."

"Is it somebody you know?"

"She knows me."

"That's very detailed," you comment, seeing Spencer slink up to your side.

"It's in future tense. They're fantasies."

"That agent thinks it could be more than that. There's a few boxes in the field office. I'd like to drive up there, look at the rest of the material, and make a judgment from that," Rossi says.

"Take Reid and Y/N with you."

Rossi's face just plummets when he hears he has to have company on his road trip. You notice it, but Spencer doesn't.

"Road trip--nice! I've got books on tape with Peter Coyote reading the entire foundation trilogy."

"As much as I love hearing about this, I have some Diphenhydramine or some Benadryl I can slip into his water," you whisper to Rossi who smirks at your comment.

You did exactly what you said you were going to do, and you forced Spencer to sleep the entire way so that your car ride would be covered with comfortable silence. Rossi appreciates the fact that you like the silence as much as he does, plus, you have your headphones if you want to listen to your kind of music. It really helped pass the time when you're not watching the clock.

Before you know it, you're already at the Philadelphia field office. Spencer is a big groggy, but he doesn't question why he was asleep the entire ride up here. You three head inside, and you're shocked at how many people have their eyes on Rossi like he's some kind of celebrity. He's written books, but you didn't know they were that popular.

"How do you get used to the staring? I'd feel like I perpetually have something stuck in my teeth," Spencer mutters.

"You learn to ignore it."

Rossi leads you to Agent Jill Morris' office where she is pacing the floor with a bluetooth device to her ear. She is on the phone with someone, and she doesn't seem to be too happy.

"I'm not terribly interested in what you can't do, Roy. We have the best resources in the world, one of which is supposedly you. Just get me that match." She turns and spots Rossi, and she quickly hangs up on the person who she was talking to. "David Rossi in my office. Somebody pinch me."

"You must be agent Morris."

"Jill, please. Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like for Dr. Reid, Y/N and I to get to this."

"Dr. Reid. Y/N. Thank you all for coming. You won't be disappointed."

"What other materials do you have?" Spencer asks.

"We found assorted artwork, torture porn, and bondage. What strikes me is the prose. It screams of high-order sexual predator. I think we're onto something big."

She leads the trio out of her office and over to the conference room where the evidence is.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I assume you ran the name of whoever rented the unit?"

"Yeah, the name was fake. Louis Ivey. There's no record of such a person."

"Did he pay in cash?" you ask.

"Yes, until he went into arrears. He went six months without a payment, and the owner is allowed to auction its contents."

"What I've read so far suggests an orderly personality. Not likely to miss payments."

"Well, he screwed up. They all do eventually, right?"

She stops outside of an empty office where there are eight more boxes of things that she found inside the storage unit. You didn't know it was this severe before you left Quantico.

"Maybe I will take that coffee," Rossi comments.

Jill leaves to grab three coffees while you get to work. There is a lot to unpack here, so it's going to take some time before you can reach a decision. Everything in these boxes are detailed accounts of what the unsub wants to do to women, and if he has done this to them, then this is his diary--his secrets.

There are photos of women tied up wearing barely anything or nothing at all, and you grow sad for the women who have suffered. There is a lot of history in these boxes, and you believe that this unsub is real and has committed these crimes. Rossi and Spencer are a bit on the fence about it, but you have a strong suspicion that you're dealing with a serial killer.

Rossi leaves to talk to Morris when he figures he got enough information about the unsub. She believes all of this actually happened, but he doesn't.

"This material is the product of a disturbed individual, but there's nothing there to convince me that the person has enacted on his fantasies," Spencer says.

"Is my opinion enough? Someone is doing this to women, and they need our help. What good are we if we just leave?"

"I guess it's up to Rossi now."

Five minutes go by and Rossi comes back inside the room.

"I've called the rest of the team down. It looks like we have a case on our hands."

It only took three hours for the rest of the team to get to Philadelphia, and by the time they do get here, Hotch is already briefed because Rossi called them.

"Is this everything from the unit?" Hotch asks after seeing the boxes.

"No. We pulled the salient materials and had Philly PD process the rest of the items on site," Jill says.

"What else was there?"

"Just some books, albums, and toys. Old stuff, like from his childhood. We were able to lift some prints, but AFIS was a bust. He's not in our system."

"We have to establish if this guy's taking his fantasies to the next level. We can use these materials to try to identify his signature and connect him to any open cases," Hotch says.

"On the surface, it reads like he wanted to try it all. I think isolating any one aspect might be tough."

"Well, then dig deeper. Try linguistics. Look for patterns in the handwriting. Rossi and I will take the images. Find the fetish, find the fiend. Morgan, Y/N and Prentiss, go back to the unit and see what else it can tell us about the man."

"I'll get you directions," Jill offers.

Once you have your orders, you and the other two agents head over to the storage unit to sift through the rest of his personal belongings to see if you can't picture what kind of person this unsub is. The storage unit is still pretty full of items, but you're able to maneuver through them to claim your spot.

"Hey, you two want to make this interesting? Best insights, loser buys lunch," Emily says when she opens her box.

"Bet," you grin.

"Ooh, bring it on, girl," Derek grins.

"Okay. It looks like we have a happy kid. Well-rounded with varied interests." She reaches inside her box and produces a drawing that looks like a kid made it. "This looks to have been drawn at about the schematic stage."

"So, that would make him about six years of age at the time, right?"

"Yes. It's dated 1976. So, that would make him about thirty-eight now."

"Kid's blond, assuming it's autobiographical, and he's caucasian. You hit that one on the head. My turn." Derek reached into his box and shuffled through the items in there. "I got some textbooks in here. Engineering. Mathematics. Cad manual. Trade school. Okay, so he's in a fix-it field like construction or home improvement."

"That's good, but I think I got you," Emily grins.

"It's my turn," you smirk.

"I found some other drawings, and look how they've changed over the years. A bright sun, a loving family, and an idyllic home. Look at the later drawings, the mother is gone. Maybe she dies or maybe she leaves her family. The father struggles to make ends meet. The boy begins to withdraw and retreats within himself. This is his turning point. So, what informed his fantasies, and when did it begin? My theory is that if his mother did leave or die, he started to cross dress to fill the hole where she once was."

Derek looks through some other boxes and pulls out dresses that could have been used to cross dress.

"I think I win," you grin.

"That's cheating!" Derek and Emily "boo" you.

"What? It's not cheating. It's called using my resources. It's not my fault you two aren't good at profiling," you joke with them. "Looks like you two are buying lunch."

Aside from the fun you three are having, there isn't much else that you can profile. After putting away the things you took out, you three headed back to the police station to talk about the known victims with the rest of the team. Based on what the journals say, you know there are a lot more victims than the ones that were found.

"This is Dana Foster. She's a thirty-four-year-old real estate agent from the suburb of Blue Bell. She was murdered five years ago when she went to meet a prospective buyer at a house in Bucks County. Her nude body was found in a cellar, and she was strangled and raped," JJ informs.

"Here's the torture behavior that Reid identified from the journals. The contact wounds are burn marks, most likely the result of electrical current."

"Any leads on the buyer she went to meet?"

"It was a fake name."

"Louis Ivey. Could this guy be any more perfect?" Jill asks.

"Were her clothes found at the scene?" you ask after staring at Jill.

She is getting too excited for your likes. It's like she wants something found so she can prove to everyone that she was right, that someone is out here doing this to women.

"No, how did you know?"

"He takes them and alters them to fit his frame. He's a cross dresser. That's what Derek, Emily, and I found at the storage unit."

"So, is he bisexual?" Jill asks.

"Actually, most cross-dressers are heterosexual. It's fairly common in sexual predators," Spencer corrects.

"What about her hair? Was any of it missing?" Rossi wonders.

"Nothing like that was reported."

"JJ, contact Garcia and widen the victim search. Rossi, Y/N and I will go visit the crime scene."

If the big boss wants you out with him, then who are you to deny him? You look at Jill once more before leaving with the two older men.

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