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starlightsearches · 2 years

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Your headcanon about Eddie actually wanting to be babied a bit is SO good you’re so damn smart! Just letting him rest his pretty head on your tits and stroking him off real slow, going ‘good boy’ and ‘that’s it, honey’. The pleasure combined with feeling so safe and loved hits him like a truck and-I’m broken. My brain is a slushie over this. Need to take care of man need to put him in jar with holes poked in the lid like a firefly

Let Me Be Good to You

My love, the inspiration you have provided for me is simply *chef's kiss* 🤌 I've thought about it every day since you've shared it with me, and I hope you enjoy this little blurb I've written in response 💖

Please let me know if you liked this—comments always make my week! Requests are open if you'd like to send something in or scream your thoughts about this perfect boy 🥰

Eddie x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: no spoilers, 18+ only!, hand job (m recieving), spit as lube, cum eating, eddie is self-deprecating, PRAISE KINK, pet names, veeeeeeeeerrrrrry soft dom/sub dynamics if you're looking for it, idk if it's good or not I'm just horny lol

Eddie flops down on the mattress beside you with a dramatic sigh, burying his face in your stuffed ewok. He made fun of you for buying it in the moment, but you know it's his favorite—always in his arms whenever he's stretched long across your bed. Out of habit, your fingers stroke through his hair, scratching your nails at the scalp the way you know he likes.

"Rough day?"

Eddie nods, his big eyes finding yours over the horizon of your pillows, tough exterior discarded along with his jacket on your floor.

You lay back so you're at his level, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Wanna talk about it?"

He pauses, chewing on the words. It doesn't surprise you—Eddie lets most things roll off his shoulders, but when he gets hit by something, it hits hard.

"It's nothing, just, uh,"—he flips onto his back, posed like a corpse with the ewok trapped under his arms— "I'm probably gonna flunk Mrs. O'Donnell's class again, 'cause I . . . I failed her last test."

"What?"

It's literally the last thing you'd ever expected him to say. You'd helped him study for that test yourself, gone over the practice problems with until you were sure he could could do them blind-folded, underwater, and half-dead. The stupidest thing was that you didn't really need to do that much prep; Eddie was good at math. He was good at a lot of things when it came to school . . . he just had a hard time getting himself to focus.

His big, brown eyes are glassy with tears, pointed at the ceiling, unblinking, so they won't stain his cheeks. "She wouldn't even grade it. Said I cheated."

His voice is soft, and small—quieter than you're used to. You, on the other hand, are ready to explode.

"Are you shitting me?"

You're off the bed—leaping over him—grabbing your keys, balling up a jacket in your hand, about to march to the door before he grabs at your wrist, pulling you back to him with a few stumbling steps.

"Babe, where are you going?"

"To the school. I'm gonna give that raggedy bitch a piece of my mind."

He pulls you back down against the mattress, slipping your keys from your hand and tossing them onto your bedside table. You're still thinking about escape—until he pulls you tight against his chest, bodies curled around each other, legs intertwined. You've always been a little helpless when you're trapped in Eddie's arms.

"You don't have to do that, honey. My counselor said she'd talk to Mrs. O'Donnell, at least convince her to let me retake it."

"That's so unfair," you sigh, limply punching at one of the pillows. Against your best attempts, he's kneaded the anger right out of you, the rings on his fingers catching along your shoulder blade with every stroke of his hand.

"It's whatever," Eddie shrugs, like the action could make him care less, "she's always hated me. And it's not like she's wrong. I'd think I was too stupid to do it on my own, if I were her."

Stupid. God, you couldn't hate that fucking word more. You shift onto your hip, sick to your stomach that he could even think that way.

"Don't say that."

He's still not looking at you, chewing at his bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of your top. "Why not? It's true."

"No it isn't, Eddie." You've got his face sandwiched in both of your hands, begging him to look you in the eyes, even if he doesn't want you to see him cry. "You're smart, Eddie. You are. I don't give a fuck what Mrs. O'Donnell thinks."

The tears are there, pooling against the junctions of your thumbs. It breaks your fucking heart to think how little he hears those words—not from teachers, not from people in his classes, probably not even from his friends. Wayne was a good guy, but school had never really been all that great for him either. He wouldn't even think a worry like that would be on Eddie's mind.

Eddie's voice is wet, lips trembling around the word. "Really?"

"Yes, really,"—you're getting a little enthusiastic, but you mean it, and you can't temper your praise when he needs it so badly—"of course you're smart. You're so, so, so smart, Eddie."

He laughs weakly, pushing at your shoulder when you start to pepper him with kisses, but you know his heart's not in it, petting along the side of your face, warm fingers cupped around the back of your neck.

Big eyes locked onto yours, he couldn't hide from you if he tried. "Say it again."

You press your lips against his temple, punctuating each compliment with another gentle kiss. "You are smart. And you're fucking talented. And kind. And so, so good to me."

Your path leads you to his lips, capturing them against yours, pressing him so far back into the pillows that strands of his hair are tickling at your cheeks. His hand comes to rest at your jaw, the bottom of his palm just barely brushing against your skin, like he's still not sure if he should be allowed to touch you. You lean in to his hand.

Eddie kisses you the way he knows you like, darting the tip of his tongue against your lips before upping the pressure, moaning against your skin. His free hand travels along your spine, fingers striking up a melody that only he can hear.

And then he grips tight at your waist, and things are decidedly less sweet, fingers carving indents in your side as you shift more of your weight on top of him, chest to chest, the top of your thigh dragging along his crotch.

Eddie groans at the feeling, a twitch in his hips, looking for a little more friction.

You're gonna give him more than a little.

Petting a hand over his thigh, you slide closer to the distended fabric of his jeans, just barely stroking the edge of your thumb across the shape of him, feeling his cock throb for you through the thick fabric.

Spit spreads across his chin as you whisper, his head pressed back and eyes clenched tight. "Let me take care of you, baby."

Eddie nods—your teasing has taken the words out of his mouth, but he's putty in your hands, compliant as you get comfortable against your headboard, pulling him into the space between your legs.

Gentle fingers brush a few strands of his hair away from your face as his head comes to rest against your shoulder, his wet breaths at your neck. Eddie stares at the soft patch of skin just below your earlobe, vision going dark at the edges when you slip your hand inside his unbuttoned pants.

He sighs, lifting his back as he shifts into your grip, coming back down to rest with his head pillowed against your chest.

"Comfortable?" you ask, meeting his eyes with a sly smile. He's got a pretty little flush in his cheeks, dark eyelashes framing his big doe-eyes, looking up at you with a kind of disbelief you'd never understand.

He nods, flushing darker when you press a kiss to the top of his head.

Eddie's cock is pretty, and thick—dark red when you slip it from the confines of his boxers and bring it into the light. He whines when you let go, but the sound is cut off in his throat when he hears your spit meet the palm of your hand.

"How does that feel?"

You're coating the base of him, stroking higher, further over his hot skin—always gentle with him—rolling the tip of his cock in your palm until it's all shiny and slick, your spit mixing with the first drops of pre-cum he's leaking.

The groan he answers with rumbles through your own chest, hair tickling at your chin as he nods. "Feels good—real good, baby, please don't stop."

There's no need to worry about that. Heat builds at your own core just watching him squirm, his lips parted and glistening and eyes shut tight.

You feel his fingers wrap tight around your thigh, the softness of hands contrasted with the bite of his rings, and he struggles in vain to get at your core, trying to give back some of the pleasure he's getting. You kick his hand down to the sheets with a gentle nudge of your leg. His knuckles turn white with the grip he's got on the fabric.

"Don't worry about me, baby. This is about you."

Eddie nods, lips pressed tight, trying to stopper the little moans slipping through. You don't want him to hold back.

Kissing across his temples, you pepper praises into his ear, listening closely to the sounds he makes in response.

"You're such a good boy, Eddie. So good for me. Such a smart, pretty boy. God you're pretty, Eddie. Did you know that?"

He's having a hard time responding, his cock pulsing in your hand. Your fingers travel easier over his skin with the slick he's beginning to spill. Eddie's head falls back, eyes blown wide, when you play with his slit, massaging the sensitive skin with the pad of your thumb.

"Baby," he calls out, his sweat-slicked t-shirt riding up a little over his hips with the way he writhes, revealing the thin stretch of skin above his belt, and the dark little hairs that grow there, "m'gonna cum."

You just tighten the circle of your fingers, speeding the pace of your hand over his taut skin.

"Go ahead, baby," you tell him, your own breathing heavy, "I want you to."

He spills, thick white ropes of cum staining his black t-shirt, and his body curves around the sound he makes, a deep, satisfied groan coursing from his lungs.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes, big eyes meeting yours, going wider when you clean some of the cum off his shirt with your thumb, popping it between your lips.

He mashes his face against yours, kissing the taste of him from your mouth, his tongue licking at yours.

You laugh at the dopey grin on his face when you part from the kiss. "Feeling better?"

"Uh, yeah," Eddie chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants, a little self-conscious. You take his hands in your own, twining your fingers together. His tongue darts over dark pink lips, eyes locked on yours.

"Good," —you give him a soft peck, and then another—" 'cause you deserve it, Eddie. You deserve the whole goddamn world."

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devotedlykoneshots · 1 year

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PARK SEONGHWA: THE THERAPIST

Genre : 🔞minors dni, small age gap, reader is a menace, seonghwa does a little more than guide her, smut

Word count: 3,814

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It was silent for a few minutes as your counselor went over your file, face void of any emotion and leaving you nothing that could give away what he was thinking about.

Your parents had sent you to a behavioral program for troubled kids after your last outburst landed you in jail.

They'd been very calculated by it , sending you before your 18 birthday so you wouldn't be able to leave even if by law you could.

You had nowhere to go and no financial support especially since your family practically abandoned you since you entered the program.

It's been months and nothing, not even a Ietter from them but you'd excepted your fate and chose to make due with what you had.

On the bright side kids there weren't that bad and most of them were in the same position as you were, the more you show progress in the program the more you're allowed freedom.

The program also helped young adults find housing and jobs once they completed the program, so it wasn't all bad but still you didn't want to be there.

A voice brings you out of your head.

"i see you have a history of violence."he shuts the thick folder and you shrugged your shoulders.

"People have a history of pissing me off."you rolled your eyes and he sighed, the new ones are always the hardest to get through to.

"We need to find the trigger only then can I help you , you can't just retaliate with violence everytime someone is being a dick to you"he half scolds you which you noticed now that he looked pretty young to be working here.

"Excuse my french"he apologized for his outburst and you smirked at him losing his temper.

"Look I'm here to help you reign in those violent impulses, that starts with identifying the problem and that means going back through your past"he said and you sighed, gathering your things and standing up.

"We're gonna be here awhile and you have another session in 20 minutes"you told him and he scoffed, blocking you from leaving with his arm.

"Then you better get started"he said and you looked at him incredulous.

"sit"he orders you and you plop back down in your chair, defeated and finally starting to give in.

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"You use humor as a way to hide your pain, it's not uncommon"your first session with Mr park was pretty much a success, you'd talked about your father abandoning you before you turned 5 and how your mother married quickly after he left.

It turned out neither of your parents were faithful in that marriage and that led to your trust and commitment issues.

You also have major abandonment issues which your mother never caught onto considering she'd just abandoned you just like your father.

"Thank you"you said to his statement about your coping mechanisms, you'd been through that drug phase and that played a factor in you being sent there.

You thought it was a bit hypocritical since your mother, father and step father all went through a drug phase.

"That's not a good thing"he said, shaking his head and you raised your eyebrows.

"What I'm hearing is you think

I'm funny"you said , making his job harder was your favorite pass time.

"I- no, that's not-"he trips and stumbles over his words embarrassingly but you say nothing about it, the feeling of you eyeing him with that mischievous look in your eyes.

It made him flustered.

It's not that none of his clients haven't tried to flirt with him or didn't try and make a move on him because they have but there was something different about you.

Maybe it was your story or the way you carry yourself despite having been through so much at a young age and you're not even half way through your past at that but you still made seonghwa nervous like a little high school girl being near her crush for the first time.

"Let's talk about journey"this however caught you off guard, your "sudden" change in sexuality is also why you're here, your mom almost had a heart attack when she came home early from work and saw you sucking on a girls neck in her living room.

"Why?"you asked, your face contorts into a pained look.

"Because as soon as you heard her name you became tense, it's obviously a hard topic for you"he tells you and you shake your head.

"We really don't-"he cuts you off with a warning tone, not giving you a choice.

"Y/n"

"She was my girlfriend"you hurried out and seonghwa heard it.

"Girlfriend? You're-"you raised your eyebrows, clearly amused.

"Are you asking about my sexuality Mr park?"you asked with a smirk, he was so fun to rile up.

"No!"he exclaimed and you laughed at his outburst, cheeks burning red.

"I would never"he said and you smiled, nodding your head.

"Good, that would have been extremely unprofessional. I'd hate to get you into any trouble"you blinked innocently at him and you could swear you could see a little tent in his pants.

"I'm pansexual, just in case you were wondering"you leaned forward and whispered to him, he gulps and clears his throat.

"Back to journey"he said, redirecting the subject back to the task at hand and you let out a grumble.

"She was my first love and my mother forbid that we see each other, the end"with that you took it upon yourself to end the session and with left the room, slamming the door closed as you left.

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During lunchtime you took it upon yourself to go and apologize to Mr park, just before you could knock on the door a moan rips from under the door.

So you open the door after a moment and let yourself in, the sight before you was a beautiful sight with his cock in his hand and his hips bucking into his fist.

The quick rise and fall of his chest which unfortunately stopped the moment he realized someone walked into the room.

"Y/n, you're supposed to be having lunch"he pants as he stands up and turns away from you, tucking himself back in his jeans which didn't hide much because he was still hard.

"You always jerk off while I'm having lunch, mr park?"you asked and he runs his fingers through his hair as he bends down to put his paperwork away.

"I'm not answering that, I uh-"he answered before placing his hands on the desk and shutting a drawer with his foot before turning to look at you, you slowly stalking towards him like a predator stalking it's prey right before it pounces.

"What can I help you with?"he asked and you pulled yourself up onto his desk.

"I was coming to apologize for storming out earlier"you said innocently as if you weren't perched on top of his desk, looking like a present made just for him.

"Don't worry about it , I forced you into something you weren't ready for"he replied after clearing his throat.

"No you were right, bottling up my emotions is what got me here"you told him and pushed him into his chair, the heavy rise and fall of his chest beginning to return.

"I'm glad you're finally-"he chokes on air as you take your foot which you had removed your shoes while he was occupying himself, dragging your foot up the expanse of his thigh.

"Finally what?"you asked, drawing his attention back to you and he takes a deep breath.

"Y/n"he pushes your foot to the side and stood up, towering over your body and looking down on you with dark eyes.

"This is inappropriate"he said and you bit your bottom lip.

"What's inappropriate is you getting a hard on during our session"you fired back and he groans softly, cupping your jaw with one hand and tilting your head back.

"This mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day"he said and you drag your hands down his chest.

"Arrest me then"you challenged him and he pulls you off his desk.

"Come here"he turns you around and bends you over his desk , grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back as you let out a gasp at the sudden aggressiveness he was giving you.

You liked that. A lot.

"You like messing with my head, don't you?" He whispered in your ear and you smiled at that.

"Only because it clearly turns you on."you said and he groans softly, grinding his bulge against your clothed ass.

"This isn't right, I shouldn't be doing this"he said and let go of your hair, his senses coming back a little bit.

"Your body is saying something totally different"you said and grinded back against him, leaning your head back to look up at him.

"I want you to fuck me in every hole imaginable, now"he curses under his breath and pushes you back down on his desk, pulling your pants and panties down in one go.

His mouth is on you instantly as he kisses your ass and you have to quickly cover your mouth once he slaps your ass.

"Fuck, yes-"you moan softly and push back against his hand, he forces you back against the desk and licks your pussy from behind.

"Spread your legs"you immediately obeyed and he turns around before sliding underneath you, your bottom half is hidden by his desk thankfully because the door opens and in comes one of the founders of the program.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"he asked and you looked up at him , forcing a smile upon your face as seonghwa starts to blow air onto your pussy and having to fight back a shiver that so desperately wanted to take over.

"Waiting for Mr park, I wanted to apologize for earlier"you told him but he walks further into the room, now concerned.

"Did something happen?"he asked, genuinely.

"I got a little too emotional and stormed out earlier, it was a touchy subject"you told him, hoping that'd be enough to get him to drop it and leave.

You were very wrong.

"Well it's good that you're recognizing your mistakes and fixing them accordingly, that's progress"he applauded you for your progress, he wouldn't be applauding you if he knew what was happening underneath that desk just a few feet from where he stood.

"Thank you"you said and he gave him a smile as seonghwa parted your lips , tongue swirling around your entrance before dragging the soft muscle up to your clit.

"Don't wait too long , lunchtime is almost over"he tells you and finally made his way to the door , allowing you just enough time to bite your bottom lip and grip the males hair beneath you.

"Of course"you responded.

"Bye!"he turned around and waved at you, you nodded and waved back. A sigh of relief escaping your lips as the door shut and he sucks on your most sensitive part, a whimper escaping your lips.

"Be quiet"he said, looking up at you and pulling your hips flushed against his face. His tongue felt amazing as he ate you out, ignoring the sounds you tried your best to keep inside.

"Little brat is speechless now, isn't she?"he taunts you , you go to reply but he cuts you off immediately.

"I-"

"I said be quiet"he stares up at you with dark eyes, this time a shiver ran down your spine from his look and he pulls back from your pussy and stands up.

Two fingers are stuffed into your tight pussy as he turns you around and pushes you up against the desk before starting to pump , smiling almost sadistically at the look on your face.

No signs of you fighting him whatsoever, you were a good girl in that moment.

"If I would've known you'd be this plaint with just a few fingers in you , I would've done this months ago"he said and you looked up at him through hooded eyes as he starts to slowly jerk his fingers, speeding up suddenly and you lean forward as a gasp leaves you.

You cling to him almost desperately as your body contorts at the pleasure he was giving you, hips bucking against his fingers with your face in his neck as you let out muffled cries.

"That's it, cum all over my fingers darling"he whispered into your ear as you holds you close and just like a good girl you cum all over his fingers just like he said, he slows down his pace as he guides you seamlessly through your orgasm before pulling back and sticking his fingers into his mouth.

"My turn"you look up at him as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, his boxers following soon after before he's taking a seat in his chair.

"Come here"he said as he strokes his cock lazily and you looked at him, almost in a trance.

He was bigger than you expected.

You moved to walk towards him but he stopped you.

"Stop"he said and you obeyed immediately, you had no idea but it turned him on immensely.

You being his good girl, listening to him, following his every command like a good pet.

"On your knees"he said with a smug grin and you were so far gone already, you sink onto your knees without a second thought and crawl over to him.

You lick from his inner thigh to his balls and begin to suck on them, he groans softly and continues to stroke his cock until you move his hand before wrapping your smaller ones around his shaft.

"Come on, take it"he urges you and gather spit in your mouth before licking his cock, taking his tip between your lips and bobbing your head along his cock.

His fingers tangle into your hair and he tilts his head back, curses slipping from his lips at finally getting some attention for his cock and he looks down at you to see that you're already watching him.

One hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing and twisting as you take more of his cock into your mouth.

"Fucking hell"he groans softly and pushes your head completely down, you're instantly gagging on his cock and essentially choking but he keeps you there until you're tapping his thigh for him to let you up.

He does so immediately and smiles at your coughing, gasping for air and he stands up before he's grabbing your chin and pushes his cock back into your mouth.

Your hands wrap around his thighs as he fucks your throat and he bites his bottom lip, the lewd sounds coming from the both of you had you squeezing your legs closed but he tsked and pushed them apart with his foot.

You pull back off his cock to catch your breath again and he pulls you up, turning you around and bending you over his desk again.

"I should just leave you right here, like this"he said as he prods at your hole and you looked back at him, a whimper leaving your lips.

"Please don't"you beg him and you let out a gasp , your back arching as you felt him enter inside of you.

"Oh my god"you breathe resting your head on his desk but you receive a harsh slap to your ass.

"Look at me, watch me fuck you"his hips roll into you slowly and you bite your bottom lip, nodding at his demand.

"O-okay"you said and he smiles, leaning forward and kissing your neck sloppily before sucking on the skin harshly.

"Yeah you wanted this so bad, you're gonna watch"he rasps and kisses your hair before pulling away, gradually thrusting his cock into you faster as he builds momentum.

"Oh my-"you cover your mouth as you look back at him and he spreads your cheeks just for you to see when he enters and pulls out.

"Fuck"he pulls your shirt off and tosses it on the floor, spreading your legs and pulling your hips back into him.

He enjoyed watching your eyebrows furrow and your hand clamped down over your mouth to keep quiet, your back arching with every thrust and how good it felt to be inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum"you warned him and he pulled out of you before turning you around again and sitting you on his desk, sliding back into you before resuming his pace.

"Kiss me"you whimper and try to pull him closer but he smirks at you.

"Do you really deserve it though?"he asked and you whine softly.

"That's not fair, no teasing"you complained and he didn't like that, wrapping his hand around your throat and pushing you down on the desk.

"You'll take whatever I give you...."a sharp thrust gets you to fall back in line easily, your back arching and he chuckles.

"Understand?"he asked after a moment and you nodded.

"Y-yes"you cover your mouth as he speeds up the pace again, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your attempts at keeping quiet.

"Yes what?"he asked and spits directly on your clit before bringing a finger down to rub on your sensitive clit.

"M-mr park"you cried out and he slams his hips against yours, your back arching off his desk and he smiles in satisfaction.

"I'm cumming, fuck I'm gonna cum"seonghwa pulls pulls you up and holds the back of your head as he presses his lips against yours deeply, you immediately kiss him back and the kiss is sloppy.

Just downright filthy, his tongue and lips attack your own and he's clearly not holding back anymore with the way his hips collide with your own as you cry out against his lips.

His fingers holding you in place to keep you from running away from his hips and when you pull away for air your lips are swollen from his kisses.

His kisses travel lower to your neck and shoulder before he bites down on the skin , losing himself in the pleasure and not thinking about the bruises that will show up on your body the next day.

All he could think of right now was how to bring you both the best pleasure and you were loving it, especially when his lips returned to your own for a round two as you cum and he sucks on your tongue.

"Fuck"he breathes once he pulls away and pulls out of you , he presses your thighs together and pushes his cock between them.

"What are you-"you gasp as he starts to buck his hips, fucking your thighs until he's cumming all over your clothed breasts.

"Fuck, come here"he pulls you up and kisses you, your arm wrapping around his neck and he moans into the kiss before he's pushing you on the floor as he hears the door opening.

He gets on the floor as well and grabs some wipes , pretending to clean something on the floor but it's only the janitor.

"Just here for trash"the old lady said and he pulls you onto your hands and knees, you look back at him and cover your mouth as he pushes his cock back into you.

"You feel amazing"he whispered to you once he leans over you and turns your head so that you could kiss his lips.

"Did you make a mess again? Want me to clean it?"the woman asked and seonghwa perks up at that, lifting his head to look at her.

"No gloria, I can clean it up myself. Go on home and get some rest"he said as he starts to thrust into you faster but not completely, careful not to make any noise.

"It's my job mr park"she insisted but he gives her a look.

"And it's my job to make sure you're taking care of yourself, I can handle one mess for the day"he assures her, you being the mess he's handling and he could very much handle it on his own.

Actually he preferred it.

"Okay fine, have a good day sir"she gives in and he waves to her, the ever polite man he is even when he's about to be balls deep inside of you as soon as she leaves.

"You too"he called out, leaning over you and grabbing your hair before pulling your head back.

"Are you having a good day, love?"he asked you, allowing his hips to slap against your ass and make that melody he loves to hear come from your lips.

"The best"you moan and he brings a hand down to rub your clit, you moaned again.

"Oh fuck, gonna cum"you cried out and hid your face on his neck, bucking your hips against his hand.

"Cum with me"he groans softly, grabbing your arms and pounding his cock into you quickly.

It only takes a few more thrusts for the both of you to cum together, heavy pants are all that fills the room now and he pulls out of you as he hears you whimper at the feeling of his cum slipping out of you.

"Mr Park"he grabs a wet wipes and wipes you clean , before tossing it into the trash and pulling you up onto your feet.

"Yes pretty girl?"he asked and you blushed at the nickname, grabbing your shirt from him and pulling it on as he helps you put on your underwear.

"I'm sorry for storming out earlier"you said and he looks at you, the softness in his eyes returning and he smiled.

"You're forgiven"he said and helped you pull on your pants as well before turning around and putting on his own clothes.

He turned to you after a moment once he realized you weren't moving, just zoned out.

"What is it?"he asked, genuinely concerned.

Something was obviously on your mind.

"Nothing"you dismiss it and turned your attention to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow"he said and you looked at him, nodding your head at him.

"Okay"you said and he pulled you close once more, leaving a kiss upon your lips before pulling away.

"Go"he said and you bit your bottom lip before leaving out of the door, closing it behind you and walking to your room to take a shower.

Maybe you'd like it there after all.

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smartycvnt · 4 days

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Title: Smile

Pairing: Alex Cabot x Reader

Prompt: "That's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

Word Count: 1015

The click of Ash's heels on the tile floors felt like a warning. Alex felt a headache start to come on, the same that always came whenever she was forced to go against Ash in court. The woman was worse than a Calhoun, poached for defensive criminal law while she was still in law school. Alex knew that it was far beyond impressive, but she would never admit it in a million years.

"Counselor, what a pleasant surprise," Ash greeted Alex with a smile. Alex didn't reciprocate the look, choosing to bank on her annoyance. "Detective Stabler, let's hope you don't make this too easy for me."

"Counselor, I forgot how much of a peach you are to work with," Stabler said through grit teeth. Ash smirked as she moved past him to sit with her client. Truthfully, Ash hated defending the bastards who ended up in this particular interrogation room, but a paycheck was a paycheck. It didn't help that Ash had a very lavish lifestyle and her engagement had finally fizzled out.

"Weird, she usually doesn't go straight in like that," Alex muttered. She frowned as she watched Ash and the suspect. Alex noticed that Ash wasn't nearly as animated as she usually was. If anything, Ash looked sad, and Alex wasn't sure why, but it bothered her. The jokes and jabs were Alex's favorite part of you coming and making her job harder for her.

"Cabot, I'll be here getting the best sandwich on this side of the Manhattan tonight if you'd like to talk deals. Put him in lockup for the night, his face was pointed down the whole time, so I couldn't have seen if there were any bruises Stabler." Ash placed a piece of paper in Alex's hand before turning to the detective with a smile. Both of them looked shocked as Ash walked out just like that.

"He must be a bigger piece of work than I thought," Alex said with a huff. Neither one of them had ever seen her like that. Ash had her ways of getting her guys out of lock up, even the truly dangerous ones. For Ash to just leave him in there like that was unheard of, but neither one of them were going to argue against it.

The idea of meeting you somewhere private to discuss a deal made Alex's stomach flutter. She had been to Ash's office, and Ash had been to hers once, but this felt different. Alex had no idea how different it really was until she arrived at her destination.

It was no secret that Ash hadn't come from money like a lot of her peers. The sandwich shop was in a neighborhood Alex had never even heard of before. She felt horribly out of place, especially when she saw Ash sitting in the corner. Ash looked incredibly dressed down out of her work attire.

Alex found herself gawking a little at the long expanse of leg being shown off in the NYU soccer shorts that Ash had on. There was a little boy in Ash's lap, one that looked enough like the woman for Alex to question whether or not it was hers. Alex knew that Ash had been with some young congressman's brother from the upper east side, someone who wouldn't have been caught dead in a place like this.

"Cabot, come on over here! Don't be a stranger." Alex cautiously took a few steps towards Ash. The little boy in her lap hopped off and walked over to lead Alex over to their table. "Vin, why don't you go play outside for a bit? I have to do a bit of work bub."

"You play later too?" Alex tried not to look so surprised by the child's heavily accented voice. Ash nodded, muttering something in another language before she turned to Alex as the boy ran off.

"Who is he?" Alex asked. She hoped that her question was taken as polite and not crossing any lines. There was a moment where Ash seemed apprehensive, but she smiled and relaxed a little.

"He's my little brother. My dad's trips to the old country tended to come with some interesting souvenirs," Ash said with a small laugh. "There's definitely a few of them running around. My mom's a fricking saint, I swear. I could never, that's why Nate and I broke up, he was way too much like my dad."

"There's a lot I don't know about you," Alex said. Ash nodded, smirking a little to herself. There was a lot that nobody knew, and if Ash had her way, nobody ever would. "Is this your family's store?"

"Oh yeah, and they're all kind of pissed that I'm not around more to help out, but we aren't here to talk about that. It has been suggested to me that Mr. Pearson won't accept a deal with any more than 10 years, so I'd like to shoot for 9 and 3/4 with a guilty plea to the Dylan Lloyd charge," Ash said. She had been carefully thinking over her choice of words for the offer. Alex was smart, smart enough to reject the deal and go to court.

"N-no deal," Alex said hesitantly. She wasn't quite sure, but there was a feeling inside of Alex that Pearson had more charges that could be found with some digging.

At Alex's words, Ash smiled brightly, something that Alex had only caught a glimpse of earlier with the little boy. "What a shame. I guess we're going to court."

"Yeah, I guess we are," Alex said, smiling a little as well. Ash's smile was contagious, and Alex couldn't help herself.

"You know, I think that's the first time that I've ever seen you really smile. It looks good on you, I'd like to try and make that happen more often," Ash said. Alex's cheeks reddened at the compliment, something that she hadn't expected. Alex was used to brushing off compliments, but she wanted this one from Ash. She wanted more, even if she wasn't sure of what exactly.

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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HUMIDITY & HEAVEN

tags: camp counselor! touya au, non-canon universe, quirkless au, college student! touya who is just some guy and has a summer job as a camp counselor, i think reader is referred to as ‘she’ and ‘girlfriend’ once, purely self indulgent bc yuna mentioned it to me and i couldnt stop...can u tell i work in childcare | wc: 2.4k

The air is so hot that it feels heavy in your lungs.

It’s the hottest day of the summer. You feel the heat radiating from the metal of the swing-set you rest against. Touya silently leans beside you, bucket hat on his head as he swings his water bottle around in hand.

“How are yours today?”

Touya takes a hefty swig of his bottle. He offers you one with a wordless lift of his hand, but you shake your head. You watch his piercing duck in and out between his teeth as he chews on his chapped lower lip.

“Annoying, as usual. We already had two fights and a bathroom incident, and it’s only…” he trails off, patting his pockets for his phone to check the time.

With yours in hand, you beat him to it, “10:47am.”

“Fuck,” he groans, tilting his head back against the pole of the swing-set in agony, “it’s not even noon, yet.”

You scrunch your nose with a chuckle at his dramatics, before closing your eyes in agreement. “It’s gonna be one of those days,” you declare.

The two of you watch the campers run around in silence. Little legs carry them as fast as they can go around the grassy fields and over the littered tree stumps. A ball catches against a soccer net. Heavy footsteps clank around on the sturdy metal of the playground equipment.

“What’s your activity this afternoon?” his voice breaks up the comfortable silence you’ve been held in.

“Friendship bracelets, you?”

He grumbles, “Fuckin’ kickball.”

Yikes. Suddenly, friendship bracelets don’t sound too bad. You don’t mind the activity, as it usually consists of a silly group of girls who bother you about foolish things like their current crushes and favorite movie characters. Plus, you get to sit in the cafeteria with air-conditioning. Meanwhile, Touya’s stuck hustling outside with rough-housing boys and humidity that feels borderline criminal.

“My condolences,” you half-heartedly tease.

Touya grunts in response, unimpressed with how his rest of the day seems to be planned out. Sure, he doesn’t want to make friendship bracelets, but he’d take sitting on the cool cafe floor with you and a few other campers over playing kickball referee any day.

A group of voices captures your attention, and Touya’s follows soon after. A few campers, mixed in ages and interests, are beckoning Touya over to where they play.

You recognize the kids. They’re well behaved for the most part, aside from the occasional jokes going too far and bad attitudes from long days in the sun. They’re calling his name and waving him over with their little dirt-covered hands. With a scan of their crowd, the two of you are quick to recognize that they don’t need anything—no one’s crying or hurt, no blood or tears or frowns on their faces. They’re most likely bored and looking for their favorite counselor to torture.

With a smirk, you nod your head their way, “I think you’re being summoned.”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Maybe, but I’m ignoring them until I have no choice.”

His comment gets a laugh out of you, and he’s grateful. Maybe you think he meant it in a way that would succeed in him spending less time with his kids, or maybe you’d actually read between his lines and see that he meant it as a plan to spend more time with you. Either way, he buys his time.

It doesn’t last long, as it’s not even two minutes later before the group is now making their way over towards him. They giggle and prod his sides, teasing and grabbing him to come play with them. Their cheeks are blushing and plump, which mentally reminds you to reapply their sunscreen within the next hour.

Eventually, Touya succumbs, “Okay, alright, I’m coming. Get your grubby hands off of me.”

The little bodies pull him away from you, much to Touya’s dismay. You let him leave you with an enthused look adorning your face.

You call to him as he’s practically dragged away to the playground, “Have fun with kickball later. Hit one out of the park for me, will you?”

“Yeah yeah,” he waves you off with a quick flick of his middle finger before recollecting himself in front of his little ones. “Why don’t you make me a bracelet while I’m at it?” he jokingly suggests.

You decide to take him up on his offer.

...

Outside time eventually comes to an end and the counselors round up their groups, bringing lines full of tired and sweaty elementary schoolers into their next events.

The kids have a choice between multiple different activities. You’re not surprised to see your usual friendship-bracelet-buddies making their way over to your assigned table.

A group of girls bobble their way over. Talking one another’s ears off, they’re just as energetic and bubbly as they were when they walked through the doors this morning. You can’t help but bitterly wonder how the heat doesn’t tire them out.

One of the girls notices you and is quick to softly elbow her friend, getting her attention with a not-so-silent pssst! The girls exchanged a few excited looks before one of them takes a seat next to you and asks for a piece of string to begin her bracelet.

Kids are weird, so naturally, you think nothing of it.

Time passes as it usually does. The girls keep themselves busy with a few comments or questions for you every now and then. Eventually, the girl beside you calls your name once more.

Expecting her to ask for help with weaving her bracelet or to complain an inquiry of when lunchtime is, you turn—but the question that leaves her mouth is one unprecedented.

She smirks, almost as if she knows something you don’t, before teasing, “Are you and Touya married?”

Giggles erupt in the circle formed around you as the camper drawls out the end of her question into a high pitched shriek. You slightly wince at the abrupt noise before continuing to weave the yarns of your bracelet.

“No, we aren’t married.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Another round of giggles bubbles throughout the group. As if their joy was contagious, the handful of girls bounce off of once another’s reactions at the taboo topics of love and dating.

“No, he’s not,” your reply is a bit winded, but you're entertained, nonetheless, “who said that?”

Another tiny camper jumps into your space while eagerly bouncing around on her heels.

“Someone said they saw you guys kissing by the slide!” Her tiny curls bob up and down as she practically crawls out of her own skin with excitement.

You smile at her innocent enthusiasm before urging her to sit back down and work on her bracelet.

“Well, that’s a lie,” you assure them, “I wouldn’t kiss Touya. He smells.”

The girls release another gaggle of outrageous laughter, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve won by making your little six-year-old friends smile so hard. They go wild at your response, some of them agreeing while others merely hide their giggles behind their palms.

“I’m gonna tell him you said that!” one camper beams as she points an accusatory finger at you.

You shrug with mischief as you place a few more beads onto your string, “Be my guest.”

...

The hottest day of the year eventually comes to an end. The very last camper is picked up by their guardian, and the remaining counselors are officially off the clock and sent home—just to do it all over again tomorrow.

Touya waits for you by the back door of the building. He likes walking out with you at the end of the day. He claims it’s a thing of habit, that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time, but you know it’s because he likes to make sure that you get to your car safely.

It’s still muggy outside as you go through the back entrance. The sun may have set, but the humidity persists.

He lingers by your side as you make your way to the parking lot. “Rumor has it, I smell,” he scrunches his nose in distaste.

You cough back a laugh and Touya raises his eyebrows at your failed attempt of hiding your amusement.

You brush it off with a shrug, “Sometimes rumors are true.”

He grins. “Well, in that case,” he positions himself in front of you so you stumble on your own steps, “rumor has it, we kiss underneath the slide everyday. Any truth to that one?”

You roll your eyes before walking around his lanky frame.

“Nope,” you simply state, “I think I’d remember kissing you by the slide.”

‘‘Why? ‘Cause I’d make it worth your while?”

You scoff. “No, because I don’t have short term memory loss.”

You finally reach your car and Touya leans against the driver side door, blocking it to prevent you from climbing in and leaving him mid-conversation. Though he’d rather die than admit it, he’s not quite ready to say goodbye to you just yet.

As if you’ve read his mind, your next question has him soaring.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

He presses his tongue against the metal of his piercing as he cockily throws his head back, “I haven’t even left yet and you’re this excited to see me, already?”

You press a hand into his side as you push him off of your car. He chuckles when you roll your eyes at his cheeky comment.

“Yeah,” he steps aside, letting you reach around for the car’s door handle, “yeah, I’ll be here tomorrow.”

You smile at him, and it’s the one he loves, the one he’s oh-so-very familiar with. The one where you pretend to be annoyed with his antics, but the childish gleam in your eyes gives you away.

“Okay,” you softly smile. Touya eyes the bead of sweat dancing along your hairline. Though the two of you are in desperate need of showers, he doesn’t seem to mind.

He sticks his hands into his pockets, “Y’know, there’s still time to bring that rumor to life. It’s not too late.”

“Touya, I am not kissing you beneath the slide. Take me out to dinner first,” your response is meant to be sarcastic. It’s meant to poke fun at his silly request, to redirect the pressure since the implication has your throat running dry.

However, Touya surprises you, as he always seems to do.

“Alright, I will,” he decides.

Your eyes snap up from the handle and to his own. You bore into them, to see if he’s joking, if he’s pulling your leg just to hit you with a classic, you should’ve seen the look on your face!

He doesn’t. He remains silent as he awaits your response.

A bit shocked at his blunt request, your mouth remains ajar, “Really?”

Touya simple nods. You see his smile meet his eyes as he laughs beneath his breath. He opens your car door for you, and ushers you inside with a silent wave of his hand.

You find yourself nodding in return at his wordless actions, “Sure, we can talk about it tomorrow,” you conclude as you climb into the driver’s seat. “Meet me by the slide.”

Touya simply gives you a thumbs up, for he’s afraid that if he speaks, his voice will waver like a tiny camper’s when they get too excited.

Before you close your car door, you reach into your bag and hand him something. He doesn’t look down to see what it is until you’ve driven away.

Once your car is out of his line of sight, his eyes flicker down to what sits in his hand.

A flimsy bracelet woven of string into braids makes a circle in his palm. The colors of red, pink, and white dance along one another through the entirety of the strings. In mismatched beads, with letters of all different fonts and sizes, reads a simple word.

Smelly.

...bonus scene!

The clock on the wall reads 8:21am, meaning Touya’s been working for an entirety of two hours and twenty-one minutes. It feels like he’s been withering away in the confines of the building for eons, now.

One camper returns from the bathroom in a new change of clothes, since he wasn’t able to make it to the toilet on time. In the corner of his eye, Touya can see two other campers bickering with their hands and exchanging harsh words. He expects it to escalate, preparing himself to intervene once someone starts to cry.

The morning has barely begun and he’s already exhausted.

He hears the whiny voice of one of his youngest campers at his side, before he feels a weak tug on his t-shirt.

“Touyaaaaaaa,” is dragged out in a nasally song from a boy by his feet.

He’s quick to bark back without any real bite, “What now?”

The boy’s expression quickly turns devilish, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Touya furrows his brows at the unexpected question. Not caring enough to play mind games with a five year old, he shrugs. “Depends, who’s askin’?”

“Is Y/N your girlfriend?” the camper clarifies with a cat-like grin.

Touya’s heart stops beating for a moment, just a moment, before he decides that this could be fun.

“Yeah, actually. She is.”

With an excited yell, the boy wastes no time shouting the news to his fellow peers, causing a ruckus and feeding the fire that is a classroom of feisty kindergartners in the summertime.

The group around him is quick to ignite with chatter and screeches. Tiny little I told you so!’s and How romantic!’s fill the conversations erupting around him.

Another camper tries to jump on his back, Touya catches her with a stagger as he hoists her upwards while she clings to his shoulders, “Do you guys like, kiss and stuff?”

He smiles to himself, before sliding her out of his arms, “Oh yeah, everyday. You guys don’t see us by the slide?”

“Ewwwwww!” ricochets off the walls of the building. The kids laugh themselves into oblivion, and Touya fans the flames.

“We kiss by the swings sometimes, too.”

Another obnoxious chorus of shrieks and fake gags commences.

Yeah, it might’ve been a rough morning, but Touya’s gonna have a fun day.

#not proofread we die like men #touya todoroki #dabi #touya fic #dabi fic #touya fluff #dabi fluff #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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Aot but survey corps is a mafia family (Marley included)

My shitpost time has arrived :D Feel free to disagree.

Boss:Erwin,he is the the highest ranked person of the family known as the father.He values his family more than anything and wants their peace and freedom.Loyalty is everything to him.

Acting Boss:Zeke,his entire point is to look like the boss to public eye to guarentee Erwin's safety.He would have been assassinated already by now if not for his capo brother Eren's attention.

Counselor:Levi,he only and directly works for Erwin usually spies the underboss and capos in secret.Also he's the icon of the family and very greatly known although only by name.He often visits his old ghetto to make sure his friends Farlan and Isabel are alright.

Underboss:Hange,she rules the capos and takes orders only and directly from Erwin.She's known by her 'experimental' torture methods among the soldiers.Also she has an secret involvement with counselor Levi that can get her killed if noticed.Zeke seems a little too interested in that affair of hers.

Hitman:Reiner,he usually only works for Hange but Erwin can reach out to him aswell.His duty is to kill strayed capos and soldiers.On this matter he killed many of his friends and often wishes to be killed than to kill.Despite his terrible mental health he recently adopted 2 streets kids named Gabi and Falco yet they are unaware of Reiner's real job.

Capo1:Jean,rumors say he has the brightest future among all the capos because of his great leading abilities and understanding of the family.Also very close friends with Reiner but hides it from Hange.He's somehow popular among city's women aswell.

Capo2:Armin,many says he's the smartest capo of them all and Hange will leave his seat to him.On this matter everybody thinks he is rivals with Jean but in reality they are best friends since soldier days and they move up together.

Capo3:Floch,even though his leading abilities are well respected and he is loved among the soldiers he's known to cause unnecessary chaos in the city.He's a big trouble for Hange so he might end up as being Reiner's new target.

Ex-Capo:Eren,once a skilled capo,he betrayed the family and almost got killed.Some say Erwin forgave him while others say Reiner showed mercy but reality is unknown.His whereabouts are also unknown.

Soldier1:Mikasa,known for her incredible fighting skills she's actually quite famous in the city very much like Levi.Only reason she's not a capo already is because she's very individualistic.Also acklowledged by Levi,she was quite involved with Eren but she proved her loyalty by staying with the family.

Soldier2:Connie,he's rather known by his loyalty and selflessnes towards family than skills.He is heavily relied on by Armin and Jean,gets sent off to most trust required jobs.

Soldier3:Sasha,she is greatly noticed for her sharp shooting skills.Hange wants her to be an Hitman but everybody knows her sweet spot for her friends so she's likely to stay as a soldier to protect the family.

Political representor:Historia,she's a young business woman comes from a rich family.Recently she made it into city council and makes sure to bend council decisions for the family's benefit.

Guardog:Ymir,an ex soldier she is,makes sure Historia is safe and keeps the communication between Historia and the family.When needed she handles Historia's dirty work for her and only actually loyal to her, even though she knows she's closely watched by Reiner.

Associate1:Annie,she's an police officer with an everyday life but occasionally she destroys crime evidences for the family.She taught Reiner how to shoot and Eren to fight when they were all streetkids.Known by very little,she got involved with the family in the first place to make sure her favorite capo is out of police's eye.

Associate2:Pieck,she's a popular courtesan that usually seen with the upper society of the city.For enough money she can do whatever to whoever,including 'accidental' coke overdose.

Associate3:Bertholdt,sells hunting equipments in his everyday life but secretly he traffics guns and whatsoever for the family.

Associate4:Porco,he wanted to be a soldier but due to his brother's sabotage he missed the chance of being one.Nowadays he gathers 'taxes' from clubs and casinos for the family.He secretly steals large amounts of that 'tax' and causes discomfort to the owners.

Associate5:Marcel,he is a journalist that works for the city newspaper and he is responsible from family's reputation and public representation.Even though back then he was very protective of his brother nowadays they are known to be in bad terms.Rumors say they both crush over the city's most popular escort.

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fanandfiction · 1 year

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For Lunch

How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)

Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?

AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)

Word Count: 2.06k words

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.

Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)

THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city. Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.

One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.

“Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.”

If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for. She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you.

Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.”

Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements.

“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand.

“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs.

She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.”

There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”

Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished.

Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt.

“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.

“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first.

One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow.

Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine.

“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically.

“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure.

Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.”

Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way.

This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered.

You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole.

Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else.

“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back.

“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.”

Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth.

“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat.

“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.

Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face.

When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”

Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda

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lauriegraham01 · 9 months

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girl next door

pairings: ethan morgan x vampire!reader, sarah x reader (platonic), gn!reader

summary: after spending more time with ethan, reader wonders if what she feels for him pushes the boundaries of friendship. fluff/kissing, idiots in love. set in summer break during college.

wc: 2,432

a/n: i'll create a masterlist once i've published 5-10 fics seeing as this is a multifandom acc, hope u enjoy this is my longest fic to date. mbav has always been a comfort show of mine and i love ethan <3

Summer vacation had brought winds of change in Whitechapel. After an eventful year together of dealing with the supernatural, we hoped for the chance to unwind a summer away from monsters and college.

You and Sarah had got a job as servers at the local diner and were so excited to be working together. Sometimes after your shift you'd go out to find a bite, hoping to find something that could satisfy your appetites. Afterwards, the whole gang would get together and find something to do for that day. However, most days you'd swing by Ethan's place after work hoping to spend more quality time with him one-on-one. He'd been working as a counselor at the local science camp and you'd help him make up activities to do with the children the following day. Other days the two of you would waste the afternoon away at the pool or on his couch with movie marathons. You'd leave his place around dinnertime, not wanting to seem rude for not having an appetite for Mrs. Morgan's cooking, and you'd walk back home. Later on in the night, the two of you would talk on the phone well into the night.

However, the two of you spending more time together didn't go unnoticed- especially by Sarah.

“Y’know I understand if you’re not ready to go public about you and Ethan but I mean c'mon. Y/n, c’mon, I'm your best friend you could’ve at least told me!”

Sarah had manage to bring up the topic as you told her about your plans to hangout with Ethan that night.

"Sarah, what are you even saying?” Letting out an amused laugh as you wipe down the counter that separated the two of you.

“Benny called me complaining about how he never gets to hang out with Ethan anymore ever since you and Ethan started going out or whatever."

"Oh that is so not- look Ethan and I aren't dating!"

"Look I don’t care that you’re dating Ethan, congratulations- but the fact that I had to hear it from Benny is seriously messed up.” Sarah huffed as she feigned a look of hurt.

“Sarah, Ethan and I are NOT dating. We just hang out a lot, that's all but that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“Uh-huh" Raising her eyebrows at me not even the slightest bit convinced.

“I swear!” You raise your arms defensively.

“Look, I knew it was only a matter of time and honestly I’m surprised it even took this long.”

“What do you mean?” You shift your full attention to her, setting the towel in your hand down.

“What do I mean? Y/n I may be dead but I’m not dumb. Anyone with a brain can see that you and Ethan are totally in love with each other and have been for years.” She smiled knowingly at you.

“We are not in love with each other."

"Bullshit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Remember how crushed Ethan was when you were dating that frat guy and how he was there to help you through that mess?"

"He was just being a good friend."

"He drove down to New York for the weekend just so that you wouldn't feel alone."

The two of you just stared at each other, the memories from that weekend replaying back in your mind. It had come as a surprise when Ethan knocked on you dorm door with a bag full of your favorite snacks in hand. He had heard from Sarah about your breakup and didn't tell anyone about the drive he made to you, not wanting to ruin the surprise. The two of you spent that weekend wasting away eating junk food and watching movies in your bed as he offered his full support in your emotional state.

“Look, I'm not sure he even likes me, Sarah. For all I know he just sees me as a really good friend and wants nothing more than a friendship. Plus I’m a vampire, who knows if he’ll even want to be with me considering that he’ll get older and move on in his life, but there’s only so much ‘growing’ I can do before I have to start over again. At the end of the day I’ll just be seventeen forever.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Sarah looked at you with a blank stare, she understood where you were coming from, your fears reflecting much of her own. Despite her empathy, she was determined to not let you sabotage an opportunity at being happy.

“Y/N, I understand your fears. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do," reaching across the counter she places a sympathetic hand on top of yours. "but I know Ethan."

"He’s been in love with you since like the day he met you and I swear I've seen him fall in love with you more every day. I can't tell you that it'll be easy or uncomplicated but I do know that if I were you- I'd take the risk. Cause thinking about the 'what if's' are more tormentful than any rejection could be.”

As her words sank in, flashes of some of the best memories between you and Ethan flashed into your mind. All the adventure spent fighting the supernatural together, movie marathons, high school dances, how much it hurt to move away for college, the holidays spent together, and the parties you've dragged him to. You loved every moment spent with him - both the mundane and the momentous. Maybe you had been denying your feelings for Ethan all these years, probably due to fear but what fun is life playing it safe? Whatever problems that would arise you would deal with them one at a time. The truth sank in heavily within you- it's been Ethan all along, and you were too blind to have seen that before.

Reaching over the counter, you catch Sarah off guard as you smush her into a bear hug.

"Thank you." You muffled into her hair. With that you untie your apron tossing it behind the counter as you grab your bag in a hurry.

“Call me tonight and tell me everything!” Sarah called out as you made your way out of the diner. The walk to Ethan's seemed to be eternal- thoughts racing with each step you took. The closer the view of his house appeared, the more your nerves consumed you. Letting a deep breath in, you let a shaky exhale before knocking on his front door.

“Coming!” You heard him shout from inside, his footsteps becoming echoing loudly as he raced down the stairs before hurriedly opening the door.

“Oh, hey y/n! I didn’t know you were coming by today, my folks just left so we have the house to ourselves if you wanna keep watching X-Men First Class.”

As he smiled back at you sort of breathless from running down the stairs, you tried to savor this moment, in case it was the last one you had of him from before things could change.

"Actually I was wondering if we could talk.”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question as he was caught off guard.

“Uh y-yeah sure c’mon in.” He stuttered, nerves beginning to settle within him from your serious manner.

As you make your way inside the house you make your way up to his room with Ethan right behind you. As he shuts the door to his bedroom he takes note of the way you pace back and forth across his room.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He said as he sat on the edge of his bed. You come to a halt in front of him and stare at him for a couple of seconds. He flashed a nervous smile and it dawned on you how off-putting this must be for him to see you so worked and not knowing why. You flash him a just as equally nervous smile before stepping over to his bed and sitting to where you were facing him.

“Ethan, we've been friends for a while now and recently we've been spending even more time with each other than usual. While I enjoy our time together, I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you-”

“Okay if this is about all the superhero movies we watch, we can watch something else. I'm totally fine with that." He blurts out cutting me off mid sentence.

"And we don’t have to keep building lego sets either if that’s what this is about.” He looked up at you with the most gleaming apologetic eyes ever which only made the nerves within your stomach intensify.

“No Ethan look-”

“We can do other things too. We can do cool things. We can take a road trip together out of town or go out clubbing more. Whatever it is y/n, I don't care I just wanna spend more time with you.”

“Ethan, I don’t care what it is that we do together!” I blurt out rather loudly taken both of us aback at how loud the statement came.

“Wait you don't?” Ethan's face scrunched in confusion.

“No Ethan! I don't give a shit what we do as long as we’re together because I don’t ever wanna stop seeing you because I like you!” The confession slips out of your mouth in one hurried breath and you catch your breath as you cautiously await Ethan's reaction.

Shock plagues Ethan before confusion settles deep within him. Surely you didn't just confess that you liked him? There must be some sort of mistake.

“Wait, you like me? Like, like me?”

“Yes you dumbass. I like like you." You rolled your eyes and smiled at how high-school the whole thing sounded.

“Ethan, you found me when I was going through my darkest times. You helped me find peace with being a vampire and getting over the pain that Jesse and every other guy in my life has caused me, and for that I will be eternally grateful for."

"Besides that you've been an amazing friend to me and I've always cherished our relationship but I can't help the way I've felt within these past few weeks. I know that there's a lot to think about, my immortality, me being so far away for college, long-distance, and I understand if these are issues but there things that we can work through." Looking up at him, you can practically see the gears turning within his head and you start to second guess if you made the right choice in confessing after all.

"I know it's a lot to take in and I understand if you need time and space to process everything that's not an issu-"

“I like you too.”

You bite your tongue as he interrupts you again, this time you being caught off guard by a sudden confession.

“You do?” Voice shaky as you look into his eyes with worry and reservation still boiling within you.

“Y-yea I’ve liked you since like forever…” He admits as he scratches the back of his neck, nervous habit.

“Y/n, I’ve liked you since the day Sarah introduced us but I was too…y’know…me to ever do anything about it." You laugh at how ridiculous he sounded.

"I'm serious! I mean there was no way in a million years a guy like me could ever get with someone like you. You’re way out of my league.” His voice lowers at the end in embarrassment.

“I still am but that doesn’t mean anything.” You joke feeling relieved when you see the corners of his mouth tug into a smile. He looks up at you before the two of you share a laugh together, and you felt the tension from between the two of you melt away. As you catch your breath you remain focused on him and deliberate on how to move on from here, still wanting answers.

“So what now Morgan?”

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

“Hmm I don’t know actually I’ll have to think about it- yes of course Ethan!” You shout as you lunged forward to hug him bringing the two of you onto the mattress with him pinned underneath you. Breaking into another fit of laughter, you pulled away to rest your forearms on either side of Ethan as he laid underneath you.

“Hey Ethan?” You mused sweetly at him.

“Yes y/n?”

“Can I ask you to do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is, if it’s to be your personal blood bank you’ve got to give me some time.” He teased with a smirk.

“No you idiot.” You shake your head with a smile. As you took in the sight of him beneath you, your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes and you smiled even wider as you caught him doing the same act. The air around you seemed to thicken as the beat of his racing heart echoed louder and louder within your ears. You can hear the way his blood rushed to his cheeks and despite the vulnerable position he was in, it wasn't his blood that you were craving.

“Kiss me.” You whisper looking pleadingly into his eyes as your breath fans over his face that was only inches apart.

Ethan slowly reached his hand forward to gently cup your cheek and you only leaned further into his touch. As he looked at your lips he looked up at you as if silently asking for reassurance that you wanted this. With a nod of your head, you heard his heart beat louder beneath you, beating so hard that you thought it would practically jump out of his chest- Ethan wouldn't be surprised if it did. He then closes the distance between you, capturing your lips into a soft kiss. You'd be lying if you said you never thought about what it would be like to kiss Ethan, the truth is he was a lot better than you had imagined. Your lips continued to move in sync as your hands crawled through his hair tugging slightly, earning a soft whine from him. Smiling into the kiss you made note of the sensitive spot for later.

Pulling away breathlessly, you laid your foreheads against him as you both caught your breaths.

“I could kiss you forever.”

“Well you’ve got a lot of catching up to do then.” You say before capturing his lips again into another kiss.

As Ethan snaked an arm around your waist, you melted within his touch. You felt safe within his embrace and you knew that you were home with him.

#mbav #ethan morgan #ethan morgan x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #sarah fox

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 4 months

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One of my favorite things about aging up the sp kids to their mid twenties is GIVING THEM CAREERS!!! Ohhhh my god like it’s so fucking fun!!!

Like yes! Give me Cartman starting a wedding planning company called Cupid Me! Give me Marj with a hospitality degree helping him run it! Artist characters! Kenny as a Jack of all trades sculptor/painter/textile artist/welder/woodworker! Astronomy professor Craig! Actor Tweek! Sherif Jimmy! Photographer Heidi! School counselor kyle! Doctor Wendy!

The amount of fun I have especially with Stan and Kenny like I have made Kenny a paramedic on two separate occasions, given that kid soooo many odd jobs, he’s been a pilot! He’s been a superhero! He’s been a former criminal turned ranchhand!

Stannnnn omg he’s definitely my favorite to write different jobs for. FIREFIGHTER STAN!!! (I’m never getting over him) Construction foreman! VET TECH!!! National park ranger! Kids football coach! Former rockstar! Disgruntled garden supply store employee! RANCH FOREMAN STAN!!! Animal shelter manager! (I just love Stan can u tell)

#sry I’m just thinking about giving them Jobs #I’m making Stan and Kenny firefighters again #south park #fanfiction #my shit #aged up characters #I have too much fun

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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A LOVE STORY LIKE OURS.

pairings — king! sano shinichiro x fem!reader.

genre — fluff, lightly angst.

warnings — reader is draken's older half sister, world heavily inspired by medieval europe, c*ckwarming, yn and shinichiro are from different social classes (so thoughts about that), insecurities, mentions of s*x, a hint of br*eding k*nk.

word counting — 9.5k

notes — this is both for shin's birthday, @1900-aria collab REGALITÀ & MAGIA and her birthday too !!!! if you don't want to see me being sappy for my twin, just skip the message i'll left for her at the end of the fic <3 anyways, i hope you guys will enjoy !! likes and comments are appreciated, and this isn't in the same universe of my other royal aus!!!

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“i want to be to princess emma what the king is to you, sister.”

you almost choked on the food you were eating when hearing such words leaving your baby brother's mouth. what was ken saying? it couldn't be possible, could it?

“care to explain, kenny?” you asked, trying to remain calm under your younger brother's inquisitor gaze. if kenny knew, other people knew too — and you hoped such things wouldn't reach the ears of the counselors or even of princess emma, or else you would be losing the job you worked so hard to have.

“i can be only thirteen, sister, but i can tell apart when a man looks at a woman he loves and at a woman he doesn't care about.” you almost giggled at his posture, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised — as if he was the older sibling, trying to know who was the man who kept you awake during most nights to fight him if he ever hurt his sister.

you hummed, mouth full of food. ken kept looking at you, waiting for you to say something, and you swallowed it quickly. “yes? and how does the king look at me?”

“like you hung all the stars on his sky.”

you met shinichiro sano when you both were young, the prince was fifteen and you were fourteen — life didn't treat you kind, being the daughter of a prostitute and having a younger half brother to care of, since your mother died as soon as ken was born. you were used to having people looking down upon you and your brother, sneering at you for your attempts to not follow into your mother's footsteps — even if you lived inside a brothel — and give your brother the childhood you didn't have. but everything was worth it when a lady from the brothel, one that always treated you and ken as her own children, managed to get a job in the palace and took you and him with her.

the first you noticed when you arrived at the palace was the prince. he was there to welcome the new staff members, and even if you were holding your five-year-old brother close to your chest, he still managed to jump from your arms and run towards the prince to ask if he wanted to play.

you were so embarrassed — ken didn't know yet, but he was the son of a prostitute, someone that wasn't even supposed to touch the crown prince. but shinichiro was kind and held him like you were doing, while you're blushing and panting, saying how sorry you were for your brother's lack of manners. but he only laughed and smiled at ken, asking his name and saying that he and his baby brother would be the bestest of friends.

you could only stand dumbfounded, watching your brother and the prince interacting, before his attention turned to you. you felt your cheeks growing even more hot than they were already, and kenny was looking puzzled between you too — but before any of you could say anything, the head of the staff members called for you, chastising you for bothering the prince and not listening to your superiors. she took you and ken from the prince's presence, and you thought it would be the last time you would see him.

but prince shinichiro sano was already in love with you.

two nights after your first encounter with him, the prince appeared in your room, late at night — with nothing but a few sweets and his favorite drink. you couldn't leave kenny alone, so you two ate what he brought with whispers and rushed laughs surrounding you two. you didn't understand why the prince seemed to like you that much, but after saying goodbye to him with a whisper of your name and a kiss to his cheek, you knew why you liked him that much.

you became princess emma's babysitter two weeks after starting to work in the palace, and you knew it had the prince's fingers on it — but you had always been good with children and the youngest sano was a delight to be around, so you didn't complain. ken also became prince manjiro's companion and best friend, and you knew you could sleep peacefully, knowing that your baby brother would have a different childhood than you did. you were more than grateful to prince shinichiro because of it.

ken and you became honorary members of the royal family, at least to the three siblings and their mother — the king, their grandfather, had always been too unapproachable for you, and you knew the siblings weren't too fond of him too.

alongside being an honorary sano, you became one of the prince's companions when you weren't taking care of his sister. you became friends with takeomi, wakasa and benkei too, to shinichiro's delight — the three of them knew about their friend's hopeless crush for his sister's nanny, and, while they knew such a love could not have a happy end, they encourage the prince to act on his feelings.

and he only did it at twenty, when his grandfather passed away and he was crowned king.

you were there for him throughout the whole day — either taking care of emma or just being near him, trying to lighten his mood a little before the crown was out on top of his head. and shinichiro couldn't help and attack your lips as soon as you two were alone on a balcony on the coronation ball. you were already beautiful in the simple dresses you wore on normal days, but wearing jewels and a tailored dress was a sight that rivalled the moon and the stars.

“be mine.” he whispered against your lips that night, eyes dripping with love and cheeks flushed, making him look even more adorable.

“i've always been, shin.” you whispered back, but, at the deepest part of your heart, you knew that whatever you two had going on, would end soon.

but three years later you were still meeting him every night in his study, back always pressed against a wall while his hands wandered around your body as if you were a poem he was trying to memorize.

“he does not look at me like that, ken.”

“of course he does, sister! when you are going to see that big bro shin loves you?”

you smiled sadly at him. when you are thirteen, everything in life seems easy — you knew that very well. “even if he does love me like you say, kenny, we can not ever be together.” it shattered your heart to say that out loud, but you should take such thoughts from ken's head.

he, too, wasn't the match for princess emma, even though their young love made you feel like a teenager again. “he is a king and i am merely his sister's nanny. we are from different worlds, baby.”

you didn't want your brother to go through the same heartbreak you knew soon you would go through.

but the look in his eyes showed you that he knew that very well. you opened your arms and ken snuggled on them, and you wondered when he had grown so much. he could be heads taller than you, but he would always be a baby to you.

“it will be alright, ken. someday we will know how to deal with this pain.”

—

it was already routine for you to knock on the king's door three times after putting his sister to sleep. if you didn't appear, you should expect a pouty and whiny shinichiro following you around in the next day, and you couldn't let that happen — he was the king now, he was supposed to do his duties instead of chasing your skirts through the castle.

you entered the study as soon as you heard shinichiro's voice, sadness inside your chest. you wished you could protect your brother against all the bad in the world, but even if shinichiro wasn't against a possible relationship and marriage between him and emma, the council was still a hard step to overcome — wakasa, takeomi and benkei would be agreeing with the king, but the older counselors would be against it. and being the majority, they would win.

“what is upsetting my pretty lady?” you didn't even notice that you were standing in front of shinichiro until his hand was cupping your cheek.

you sighed. you couldn't tell him what was plaguing your mind — because he would soothe it with empty promises. “i just noticed how ken is growing up so fast.” it wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either.

shinichiro nodded, his free hand bringing your body close to his, making you fall on his lap so his arms could hold you close to his chest. he would do anything to see a smile on your face again, understanding where you were coming from. manjiro and emma were growing up too quick to his liking too, but such feelings were the curse of older siblings. he kissed your cheek, then your lips — a quick and sweet peck, that left you breathless nonetheless.

it was shinichiro's gift, to make you breathless.

your hands were soon on his hair while his lips traveled to your neck, kissing and biting to make his so beloved whines to escape your lips. “s-shin, stop teasing.”

he smiled on the flesh of your neck, hand skillfully undoing the laces of your corset. “i still have some paperwork to do, y/n/n.” you knew what he meant by that, and your pupils widened with lust.

your hands soon reached the tent on his trousers, unbelting them and springing his cock from the confines of the fabrics. shinichiro groaned at the feeling of your hand around his length, and he didn't waste no time to lift your skirts and put your underwear aside, helping you to sink down on his cock and stay still until he told you to move.

your arms were soon around his neck, face pressed on the sensitive skin, and shinichiro swore he could die like that — having you around his arms and his cock inside your warm walls. he still couldn't believe how lucky he was that his feelings were reciprocated. he always thought takeomi or benkei to be a better fit for you, as they weren't kings and wouldn't pressure you to be something you didn't want. shinichiro knew you would be a perfect queen, far better than all the princesses his council wanted him to marry, but he would never pressure you to be one.

you tried to move your hips a bit, the feeling of being full was a bit overwhelming to you, taking shinichiro from his thoughts. he patted your head, a small smile gracing his lips. “you know you can not move yet, dearest. i am finishing these papers, and when i’m finished i promise to take care of your needs, alright?”

a nod was what you could give him, and shinichiro tried to fight the urge to smile and kiss you — you were too adorable, and such cuteness had enchanted him since the first time you looked at him with big and teary eyes.

he couldn't wait until he would finally call you his for everyone to hear.

—

princess emma was the cutest person that ever graced the earth.

you didn't know if it was because she grew up alongside three loud older brothers, but she was a delight to have around. always trying to make everyone feel better, or even taking care of them — and you were always there to remind herself to take care of her, too. it was a advice that you were supposed to follow too, but you were always forgetting about it.

and the tears on her face made your heart hurt, too. she wasn't your blood sister, but you were the one who raised her — you first started to take care of the princess when she was three, almost four, and you were there for her when she hit every single milestone of a woman's life.

but you weren't ready for her first heartbreak. because you knew you were, indirectly, the cause of it.

“he said… that w-we can n-not see e-each so m-m-much…” oh, ken. if you knew, you would never have said such things to him. you were only trying to prevent him from the same pain you were feeling, but it seemed as if you brought it earlier to him. your hands stroked the princess' blonde curls, trying to soothe her, while emma's head was resting on your lap.

it was funny, wasn't it? how both you, shinichiro, emma and draken were bound to the same destiny. it seemed as if manjiro was the only one saved from it, and you hoped he would find happiness with someone he could be happy with.

“did i… did i do something wrong, y/n?” the despair in her voice made you flinch, and if you could, you would feel her pain for her. you didn’t mind suffering twice, even thrice, if that meant nor ken or emma would be like that.

“of course not, emma.” your voice was gentle, as you remembered queen sakurako's to be, and you hoped you could ease her heart. “you two are young, but i know ken loves you. and, sometimes, just loving someone is not enough. you do not understand it yet, but carrying such a title like yours, it is necessary to make some sacrifices.”

the sacrifice of one's happiness wasn't supposed to be acceptable, but if you and your brother had to watch both king and princess marry another person and be happy, so the people of the country would be happy, at least you would have each other.

what was the happiness of just one in comparison with a whole kingdom?

“this is why brother does not marry you?”

your hand suddenly stopped its ministrations, and emma rose her head from your lap, a curious glint in her eyes.

“he denied every single one proposition that reached the council, and i think it is because he wants to marry you.” she explained, and you tried to not raise false hopes inside your chest. “i want him to marry you, so you can be my sister i can marry ken.” she pouted, and you chuckled, bringing her smaller body closer to yours.

your head rested on top of hers, mind spiralling with thoughts. as much as you wanted to believe emma's words that shinichiro was denying all proposals because of you, the most realistic thing was to believe that he just hadn't found someone worthy of being his queen. what you two had was bound to end someday, and both of you would move on from this childhood love, have families and be happy.

you kissed her head. “what if i bring some sweets to cheer you up?” you proposed. maybe you couldn't feel her pain for her, but you could try to amenize it.

emma nodded excitedly and you giggled at her reaction, making your way to the kitchens.

you wish you hadn't.

—

“did you hear that the king finally accepted a marriage proposal?” was what you heard when you first put a step inside the kitchens. “he is going to announce it in a week.”

you stopped in your tracks, heart racing. that couldn't be true. he would've told, wouldn't he? you were one of his best friends before being his lover.

“i heard it was from princess akane. she is really beautiful, is not she?” the main cooker commented, unaware of the sound of your heart shattering inside your chest.

“and she is kind, too!” her friend added. “she will be the best queen our kingdom will have. we always knew the king was just waiting for the best bride— oh, y/n, we did not see you there, darling. what the princess want?”

you tried to smile at them, fighting the tears.

princess akane was everything you weren't, and even if the thought of shinichiro loving another was too much for you to bear without wanting to scream from agony, you were happy for him. you only heard good things from princess akane, and you would gladly step away so shinichiro could focus on her — you would never be a mistress, after all.

“i was thinking about some strawberry tarts. the princess woke up a bit sad today.”

—

you were late.

shinichiro tried not to think much about it. he was aware that something transposed between emma and ken in the morning, and you were probably attending to his sister's needs or comforting your brother. he would never make you choose your family over him, but it left him worried, nonetheless — you were quite distant throughout the day, and he was afraid something worse had happened.

he couldn't pinpoint what he was feeling, but it wasn't a good thing. he felt as if he was in the shore, watching as a big wave, with an enormous destructive power, coming, and he couldn't do anything to prevent it from destroying everything he held dear to his heart.

his door opening put his mind at ease, but you were too quiet — not coming to sit on his lap or even hugging him from behind, peppering his face with kisses, like you always did. shinichiro raised his eyes from his paperwork, and the look you were giving him was worrisome. you were determined, but it seemed as if such determination was eating you alive. the agony on your eyes could rival atlas' one, and shinichiro wondered what you were carrying on your shoulders. “y/n, dearest, what happen—”

“we should stop this.”

“what?” he asked, promptly rising from his chair and walking towards you. shinichiro couldn't believe what he was hearing. yesterday you seemed fine, cumming on his cock twice and even leaving him to come inside you and fill you up — whispering how much you loved him and how good he made you feel.

“it is what you heard, your highness.” the politeness of your words was strange, like the first taste of a foreign fruit. but you would grow used to it — he wasn’t your shinichiro anymore. “i no longer love you, therefore i am ending what we have.”

“you are lying.” you never saw shinichiro looking so desperate in his life, and you bit your lower lip in order to keep the tears away. “you love me. what are you saying? what happened, y/n?”

“i only used you, your highness.” you tried again, a lie you rehearsed so many times inside your head before meeting him. “to g-give my brother a better life. now he has o-one and i… i do not need you any more.” you cursed the wobble of your lip and the wet on your cheeks — shinichiro would know you were lying.

and he did.

the feeling of his hands on your face was a cruel reminder that soon they would be doing the same for another woman, that you would never be yours to hold again — princess akane was really a lucky woman, and you wished she could cherish what she was going to have.

you shook your head, getting away from shinichiro's warm fingers. the hurt on his face was too much for you to bear, your feet wanting to take you back to your chambers as soon as you could.

but the king stopped you, a hand holding your wrist as if you were made of glass. “why are you doing this, my love?”

the pet name and the tenderness in his voice brought even more tears to your eyes and you closed them, failing to notice shinichiro's own tears streaming down his face. you were so close to him yet so far — he felt as if he was running eternally, yet he couldn't reach you.

“to prevent us from more heartbreak.” you tried to keep your voice calm, but it was proving to be impossible — not with shinichiro's warmth so close to you. “i love you, shinichiro, but i will never be able to call you mine. i have come to terms with this already, but i will not keep you like an oath while i am nothing but a dirty secret to you.”

shinichiro didn't understand what you were talking about. it didn't make sense on his head, not when he already had a ring and an almost finished speech to proclaim his undying love for you for the whole kingdom to hear in the following week.

“this is over, your highness. please, let me go.” you tried to push your hand back towards you, but shin's hold only tightened around it. you took a deep breath — it would hurt to walk away, but it would be a pain that you would grow used to it.

another scar to your already scarred heart.

“please, shin.” you whispered this time, silent tears wetting your cheeks even more.

“i can not let the love of my life walk away.” he tried to reason with you, because nothing was making sense inside his head. surely something happened that made you think it was better to not act on your feelings for him anymore. “what happened, y/n?” he asked, resting his head in the crook of your neck, arms hugging you by your middle.

a single kiss on your skin was what made you break down, and shinichiro held you while you cried. every tear and every sob that left your body was like the enemy's arrow piercing his skin, and nothing hurt more than seeing you suffer without being able to ease it.

when your sobs became just whimpers, you started to talk — but your mind was already made up. “i do not want to be an obstacle for you to love your future wife, your highness.” you smiled sadly, feeling him stiff on your neck. “i came to terms with the fact that i will see you falling in love with someone, and i am happy for you already.” you turned on his hold, holding his face and brushing your lips against his.

a kiss that would be the last, that tasted of tears and sorrow.

you broke the kiss, and before shinichiro could say or react, you ran from him — hushed steps and a new wave of fresh tears down your face.

the king could only watch as you fled his study, as if you were a criminal. and maybe you were.

you broke his heart like nobody did, after all.

—

“oh, lady y/n! there you are!” you heard the voice of one of emma's maids calling for you and you tried to clean your wet cheeks. you couldn't reach your room before you broke down, crunching down on the ground and trying to disappear.

you nodded, getting up from your place near a window. “does the princess need me?”

the maid nodded, and you took a deep breath, smiling. you could put your suffering aside if your princess needed you — her wellbeing had always come before yours, and you needed to learn how to live with that pain. you followed the maid, your steps not as quickly as they used to be, your body still trembling with a few sobs. the gazes of the maid made you feel even worse than you were feeling, but you thanked her when you reached the princess' room.

emma was sitting on her bed, as if she knew what had happened. “some servants saw you, y/n.” you couldn't believe you were feeling so small under the voice of a twelve-year-old, but you felt like a child being caught by her mother. “why did you choose to suffer alone?” why? you never tried to know why you always preferred to suffer alone. maybe it was because people always needed you to be strong so they could receive your comfort — or maybe it was because you never had someone who would be willing to comfort you.

“i do not know, emma.” you explained. “i am sorry.”

she smiled at you, patting her lap. “you comforted me this morning, so i think it's time for me to return the favor.”

you shouldn't have followed her orders — but emma was your princess, and it would be treason to not do what she said. besides the tears of sadness because of your situation with shinichiro, you were happy. it seemed like you raised emma well, at least.

with your head on her lap and her hand on your hair, you cried for what you lost — a lover, a friend, a future. you always knew you and shinichiro would never be together as a couple. it wasn't possible. you were just a maid, someone that was the daughter of a prostitute. you weren't a match for the king, and you would never be. but you were stubborn and hopeful, and always dreamed of walking down the aisle with ken by your side to meet shin in front of the altar. now, however, you would see another woman doing what you've always dreamed about.

you didn't notice when emma helped you change into sleeping gowns and lay down with you on her bed, just like she used to do when she was younger — her head safely tucked in your chest, her arms hugging you as if you were her personal pillow.

“i don't know what is hurting you, y/n, but i know it'll pass. or i will fight it for you.”

you tried to smile at her, because it wouldn't. it would only pass if you left the castle for good, to not see shinichiro falling in love with someone else.

maybe that was what you were supposed to do.

—

everyone could notice how the king wasn’t being himself.

the staff was buzzing with news of a marriage, but the king didn’t look as happy as a future groom should be. he didn’t smile at them anymore, always locked inside his study — only his close companions being allowed to be there with him. nobody knew what happened to make the king behave like that, but all the staff could see how the princess’ nanny wasn’t on her best days either.

you tried only to stay with emma, always trying to convince her that you two should have lunch and dinner at the balcony, or having breakfast at the garden — you said it would be better for her to not see ken for a while, but it was because you didn’t want to see shinichiro. you knew that as soon as your eyes landed on him, you would immediately ask for his forgiveness and crawl back to his arms. but you shouldn’t and you couldn’t. everyone only talked about how excited they were with the alliance between the sano and inui dynasties, and you wouldn’t be the one who would end it.

you hadn’t heard from shinichiro since the day you broke things off with him, but you knew how he was because of emma and, especially, draken. it seemed like your little brother was making sure that he would always mention the king when you two were talking about — how swollen his eyes seemed during breakfast, or how he hurt himself during a sparring session with wakasa, saying that he wanted you to patch him up. your heart always broke knowing how your actions were breaking him and his heart, but whenever someone said anything about princess akane and her beauty, you knew you were doing the best thing.

six days had passed, and you dreaded when the seventh would arrive — the day when shinichiro would announce his engagement with the foreign princess.

you reached your room, hoping that ken would be already sleeping, as you always made sure to leave before he was awake and arriving when he was already sleeping to avoid talking about the king — because you knew what he did to you, he did to shinichiro too — but the laugh coming from inside it and the light coming from the crack of the door told you otherwise.

entering it with careful steps, you prayed it wasn’t the king with him, but you doubt shinichiro would be laughing like that.

inside the room were your brother, prince manjiro and takashi — the three musketeers, as you nicknamed them. you smiled warmly at the boys, and ken got up to hug you, kissing your cheeks and holding you against his chest. you didn’t know what could have triggered him to act like that in front of his friends, but you smiled and hugged him back, surprised at how his muscles seemed bigger than before.

“what is this all about, kenny?” you asked after a few moments of him hugging you, and you giggled at the boy’s chuckles coming from the table you two had in the room.

your brother didn’t answer you at first, and you looked up to see a tint of red painting his cheeks. you looked puzzled at him and he turned his head to the side, which earned more chuckles and giggles from you and his friends. “it is just… you will look beautiful as a bride.” that only made you more confused.

“takashi said he’ll make your dress, big sis y/n.” you heard the prince saying, and you tried to give a confused look through ken’s body.

“if she wants, that is.” takashi replied.

“well.” you tried to get away from ken’s hold but he only tightened his grip on your waist, despite your confused whines. “i would love for takashi to make me my wedding dress, but i do not even have a groom to marry.”

“you will have if you say yes, y/n.”

you didn’t hear the sound of the door opening nor the heavy footsteps entering your shared room with your brother, probably muffled by the sounds of boyish laughter from his friends — but now the way ken was holding was making sense. because if he wasn’t, you were sure you would've run from the room as soon as your eyes landed on king shinichiro.

he looked like a broken man, as if when you broke up with him, you had taken away all the good things in his life with you. however, you could still see a glint of hope dancing in his onix eyes — you never saw them so lifeless before, not even when his mother died, and you couldn’t forgive yourself for being the cause of it. you didn’t know how much time you two spent just looking at each other, but you were taken away from your trance when the three boys left your room and you heard the princess’ giggles from the corridor.

“what is this about, your highness?” he looked like a rejected puppy at the sound of his title instead of his name, but he walked towards you, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you didn’t flinch or walked away from him. shinichiro was determined to walk out of your room with a positive answer, because he didn’t know what to do if you didn’t accept his marriage proposal — he would do anything to be yours again, even give up on his title and handover the kingdom to manjiro.

“exactly what it looks like, my love.” he answered calmly, watching as your eyes got glossy at his proximity and the endearment name. you didn’t deserve such treatment, in your opinion, but shinichiro had always been a kind man — but you didn’t deserve to be treated with kindness. he got on one knee and your eyes widened, hands trembling in front of you when he took a beautiful ring from his shirt pocket. it was a simple gold band, but with a clear stone in the middle of it.

was it the ring he was going to propose to princess akane? was he just rehearsing how he would propose to her?

“i love you.” he took your right hand on his free one, bringing it to rest on his chest. you could feel how quick his heartbeat was, and knew its pace only mirrored yours. “these days without you were the worst i had in my life, and to know they only happened because i was a coward only makes me angry at myself.” you looked down at him puzzled, because it had never been his fault. he was just fulfilling his duties, and you would never make him choose between the kingdom and you. “i was supposed to do that months ago, before any weird rumors started to appear.”

he held your hold even more tight against his chest, as if it was the only thing keeping from anchored and not letting him from breaking down. “marry me, y/n, and ease the pain in my heart.”

your first instinct was to refuse. you just shook your head, eyes closed and tears streaming down your cheeks. “i c-can not, shinichiro… w-what about princess a-akane? the whole kingdom expects her, not m-me.” you managed to say through your tears, their flow only growing when you felt his hands tenderly holding your face. his duty was to marry a princess of noble blood and have more noble heirs that would take his place and his siblings’ place, not marry a prostitute's daughter that would taint the sano bloodline with her impure blood.

his warm chuckle reached your ears and you slowly opened your eyes, his fingers wiping the tears that were falling through your eyelashes. “there is no princess akane, my silly girl. i’ve refused her marriage proposal last week.” he reassured you, touching his forehead to yours. “and i do not care about who the kingdom expects me to marry. i am already a good king, and having someone like you as my queen will only make me better.”

you only nodded, lips brushing his, but not fully kissing him. you knew that, if you accepted, your relationship would face a lot of hardships — the older counselors wouldn’t accept the union at first, people would look down at you, because they wanted a princess and not a nanny, and maybe they would never accept you as their queen. but would you be able to let the love of your life walk away again?

“i will ease the pain in your chest, shin. i will marry you and be yours for the rest of my days on this earth.”

—

your life made a 180-degree turn.

shinichiro announced your engagement first to close friends and family. you never saw takeomi and wakasa smiling so brightly, nor did benkei ever hug you so tightly as he did. it was good to be accepted by your lover’s circle of close friends, even though they always knew about your shared feelings — but they were nobles, and nobles with a great influence in the kingdom’s counselors, and having their support would only do good.

emma started to cry when you showed her the ring that once belonged to her stepmother, and even mikey teared up. you hugged them as tightly as you could, and shinichiro soon joined the embrace — they had always been your family, but now it was more real. you would marry their brother, it wasn’t just a daydream that you had while combing through the princess' blonde locks. even after the hug ended, emma still stayed between your arms. you knew what that represented to her, and the first thing you would do as queen was to fight for hers and ken’s happiness.

after them, it was now time for the young knights and companions of the prince to know about it. you and shinichiro left your brother last at his request, and you wondered what your fiance was planning. the cheerful squeals that left the boys mouths were so cute to see, and takashi was already making plans with hakkai about your dress — pah and peh were excited about the party, keisuke, haruchiyo and kazutora already thinking about the beautiful women with beautiful gowns. mana and luna, takashi’s little sisters, and yuzuha, hakkai’s older sister, were already thinking about their dresses, and you couldn't wait until you could put them under your wing.

the last one was ken, of course. shinichiro insisted on having a private dinner with him, and you giggled seeing the flush on your little brother’s face — he knew about the whole engagement thing, and you wondered what shinichiro wanted to do. he didn’t need to try to impress your brother or anything like that, because ken already saw him as a type of hero since he was a small kid.

dinner was pleasant, and you smiled seeing how shin chose all ken’s favorite foods and sweets as the menu. your brother seemed flattered by it, and it was good seeing a happy glint in his eyes — because when you were suffering, he was suffering too. you knew he and emma were still not talking as much as they did before, because he was trying to get rid of his feelings for the princess, but you hoped that now, he wouldn’t feel this hopeless.

shinichiro squeezed your hand under the table, and you looked at his face, puzzled, he just gave you one of his boyish grins. “so, ken.”

“yes, your highness?” you brother replied with his mouth stuffed with chocolate pudding and you almost cringed at his lack of manners.

but shinichiro just smiled. “you know that tomorrow i will announce my engagement to your sister.” ken nodded, a sparkle of excitement shining in his dark eyes. it made you happy, to know what being queen, your brother wouldn’t have to need to worry about anything else in his life — that was what you always wanted, to give him what you hadn’t growing up. “but i also want to announce two more things, but i need your permission to do that.”

shin almost giggled seeing two similar pairs of eyes looking at him with the same expression. you and ken were more alike than you could ever realize. “and what are they, your highness?”

shinichiro only brought your linked hands to rest on top of the table, and you felt your cheeks warm. you had always been affectionate with him, but not in front of others. it was something you would need to grow used to, especially after tomorrow. “i want to make you a duke.” as soon as the words left shin’s mouth you felt tears in your eyes and, before you or ken could protest, the king continued. “and make you my sister’s betrothed.” shinichiro squeezed your hand again, hearing the quiet sniffles that were leaving your mouth. “what do you say, draken?”

you knew it was your brother's decision to make, but you were nodding as soon as he looked at you for guidance — this was more than you ever dreamed of giving him. you just wanted him to have a good and happy life, a life that he didn't need to worry about if he would have food to eat the next day, a life where he would sleep and wake up in warm blankets and a fluffy mattress. being a knight would guarantee that, but shinichiro was transforming your deepest dreams into reality. he was willing to give your brother something that would make life and his offspring's life so much better, and giving a chance of being happy with someone he loved.

“yes, of course, your highness, i could not dream of anything better than this!” the smile on both of your faces could rival the sun, and the tears were coming down your eyes freely. oh, how you loved shinichiro — you couldn't put into words your feelings for him, and you doubt you ever could someday. “does that mean my sister will be a duchess? i do not want her to suffer with any bad repercussions about your engagement to her, your highness.”

“you are a smart boy, kenny.” shinichiro said while he wiped the tears away from your cheeks. “this will make both yours and your sister's life easier, and this is the least i can do for you both.”

“stop this, shin, you are making me cry!”

the room was filled with laughter, and you swore you never felt so much happiness inside your chest. ken left the room to find emma, and you found yourself trapped between the king's arms, his hands stroking your hair and his voice almost luring you to sleep. tomorrow would be the hardest day of your life, you were sure of it.

the day shinichiro announced his engagement to you was a difficult one. a happy one, but still difficult.

as expected, no one believed that their king was going to exchange the marriage with a prestigious princess that would bring riches to the kingdom to marry the princess’ nanny. the counselors were furious with shinichiro’s choice and you could see it in their faces — but he held your hand through the whole time, and trying to make you less nervous and anxious. that seemed to work for a while, but then, you started to hear the whispers. the staff in the castle knew what your childhood had been, who your mother was and where did you come from, and they didn’t seem happy to know that someone that was born even below them was going to be their queen.

the people took it better than you thought, especially the lowborns just like yourself. the nobles were quite skeptical about the arrangement, thinking that someday the king would grow tired of you and they could make their daughters a royal mistress, but nobody except you and shinichiro knew how deep your love for each other was. but they grew into their idea, nonetheless. in the end of the day, shinichiro was still the king and, if they wanted to fall into his good graces, they would need to accept you.

the acceptance with the nobles came easier than with the palace’s staff, but you couldn’t do much. they would start to like you in their own terms, and you tried to shield yourself with those who had always liked you — takeomi, benkei, wakasa, princess emma and prince manjiro, your brother and the boys, mana, luna, yuzuha. they made your days better, and you couldn’t be more grateful. emma and the girls were helping you with etiquette lessons, and how you should act as a queen, takeomi taught you the basics of the kingdom, such as its economy and difficulties, while benkei and wakasa — and sometimes the prince, your brother and the boys, too — were helping you with self defense and horse-riding.

shinichiro knew you wouldn’t need any of that to be a good queen, but it was cute to see you so invested in your new duties.

while you were busy with your queenly duties, you were also making the preparations for the wedding. shinichiro let everything in your hands, since it would be your day — both your wedding and coronation would happen in the same afternoon, and he wanted everything to be to your liking. sometimes he would join you, giving his opinion about the decoration or the flowers. emma would always chastise him, saying how both he and draken didn’t know a thing about a woman’s mind, and that you were always more rational than them.

you only giggled every time such a thing happened. shinichiro would playfully roll his eyes, watching with fond eyes how emma and draken would bicker as if they were already married.

as promised, takashi was the one who made your dress. for a knight, he had such kind and talented hands, and he didn’t let anyone but himself work on it or even see your dress. you wanted to see shinichiro’s reaction seeing you for the first time in the aisle, even though you probably knew what was going to be — his boyish grin trying to hide the tears coming from his eyes. you were also excited to see ken’s reaction, since he was the one who was going to walk you down until you met your future husband.

your brother's reaction to you as a bride was everything you expected of him — him fighting back his tears while he tried to smile at you, but sobbing on your shoulders when you hugged him. takashi made sure that the dress was comfortable enough for you to be able to move freely, especially to hug others, but he still kept the fashion aspects the kingdom demanded of you. if his career as a knight wouldn't prevail, you would make him the official royal tailor.

ken's arm intertwined with yours was what kept you away from walking away — the thousand pair of eyes on your figure when the doors of the chapel opened was too much, but you could see shinichiro waiting for you at the end of the aisle. you kept your gaze fixated on him for the most part, watching as his shoulders trembled and takeomi gave them some pats, the crown on top of his black curls shining brighter than anything. sometimes you would steal some glances at your brother, still not believing that he was now a duke, and you were going to be a queen.

your brother offered you to the king, tears streaming down his face. you were glad you had a veil — albeit thin — covering your face, because you were sure you were a worse crying mess than your brother and your future husband. shinichiro kissed your hand, leading you to the designated place. “you look so beautiful.” he whispered in your ear while the priest said his blessings, and you giggled. you just squeezed his hand, that was still intertwined with yours, not knowing if you would be able to say anything without crying.

the priest said his blessings over the rings you two would share as testimony of the alliance being made through your marriage, and shinichiro was finally able to get a glimpse of your face. emma took the veil out of your face with grace, and now everyone could see how bad you were crying — it was a bit embarrassing, just a few minutes from being crowned queen crying in front of such a big crowd like that, but you could only focus on shinichiro and the smile on his face. you two exchanged rings, kissing each other's hands after it, and you knew now it was time.

your brother was the one carrying the crown and the sceptre, and in the place of the priest were now two chairs — yours and shinichiro’s thrones. he sat on his and you kneeled, doing what emma had taught you. the kingdom hasn't had a queen coronation since the day queen sakuraro married king makoto, shin’s and mikey's parents, but you weren’t even born to remember it. you knew all the eyes were on your figure, but you kept yours glued at shinichiro’s hands.

“look at me, my love.” he whispered, hand softly caressing your chin to lift your face. you were looking at your husband now, and the thought made your heart race even more. husband and king.

the act started, a tradition made long before you and shinichiro even thought of existing — you had the words memorialized by heart, and you said them with ease. it started with an oath, of how you were going to dedicate your life to the kingdom and its people, then a profession of your love for your new husband. it ended with shinichiro putting the crown on top of your head, and handling the sceptre. your husband helped you to get up, mana and luna ready to assist you with your dress so you could sit on your throne without any complications. with linked hands, you first looked at shinichiro, who was already looking at you, hearing the crowd cheering for their new queen — just after a wink from him that you had courage enough to look at the crowd, seeing some familiar faces, but all of them seemed eager and overjoyed with your coronation.

—

“i can not believe you are my wife.” shinichiro said as soon as you two arrived in your now shared chambers.

the feast was amazing. the food was, as always, amazing too — you almost cried seeing all the cooks addressing you as their queen, making all your favorite foods and smiling when you praised them. it was still strange to have people bowing at you when you were the one bowing at them once, or hearing how pompous their words were for you. but both you and shinichiro had fun, laughing and dancing with each other or with your friends.

but the night was over, and now you were in your new rooms.

it would be strange not sharing a room with your brother, and you knew you would miss his company — but ken would be just a few floors below you, until he came of age and received his own state. you knew he was excited about that, because then he would be able to marry emma and have his happily ever after.

“wife, wife, wife.” shinichiro chanted while you tried to take the jewels and other ornaments from your body, taking care to not damage any of them, especially your crown.

“and you are my husband.” you replied, getting up from your dressing table and walking to the bed, where your husband was laying comfortably — he had lost his coat in the feast, only wearing his white shirt and trousers. his cheeks were slightly flushed due to alcohol consumption, and his eyes were shining with the purest emotions you ever saw. “then be a good husband and help me take this dress out, will you? i am aware you can not wait to see what is beneath it.”

ever since you were betrothed to him, you two stopped seeing each other in more intimate situations. both because you were too busy and just wanted to sleep peacefully when night arrived, but also because shinichiro didn’t want anyone to think he was marrying you just because you had sex and you were forcing him to do it.

he was on his feet in no time, skillful hands undoing the laces on the back of your corset, doing movements that he knew like the back of his heart. you missed having shinichiro’s fingers on your back — they were always gently, ghosting your skin as if he was afraid of breaking you.

he finished his ministrations with a kiss on the nape of your neck, hands wrapping themselves around your waist and bringing you to rest on his chest. he sighed contently on your neck and you smiled. you would never have thought you would marry him, like your teenage self always dreamed about. it was too good to be true, and you were afraid someone would try to take such happiness from you.

“i can not believe you are finally mine.” he said after a few moments of feeling your skin under his fingertips, lips pressing light kisses in the exposed skin of your neck and shoulder.

you giggled at the feelings of his lips on your warm skin. “i have always been yours, shin. it is just official now.” you turned around on his hold, holding his head between your hands. he kissed your palm and you smiled at him.

“like i have always been yours too, y/n.” he confessed, resting his forehead against yours. you closed your eyes, lips brushing carefully against his. “can i kiss my wife?” he asked playfully and you just squished his cheeks before pressing your lips against his.

you didn’t notice how you arrived in your bed, only focused on the feeling of shinichiro’s hands roaming your body and how good his kisses tasted now that they weren’t prohibited. your back hit the mattress, your dress already on the ground, leaving you only in your undergarments — shinichiro was, too, only with his trousers on, his shirt on the floor alongside your dress. “you are the most beautiful woman of this kingdom.” he whispered against your lips, mouth traveling south to suck on your collarbone, hands cupping your clothed breasts. “the poets will sing of your beauty for years to come, my love.”

he always knew how to make you embarrassed and a blushing mess under him with his sweet words.

“and the girls will dream of having a love story like ours, shin, just as the poets will write.”

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you would never grow tired of seeing your husband interacting with your daughter.

you were sure sakurako was conceived on the night of marriage, if your calculations were right — she was such a blessing in both yours and shinichiro’s lives, arriving in a snowy day, with a strong cry and big black eyes and a small tuft of hair inherited from her father too. as soon as he held the baby girl in his arms, his mother’s name came from his mouth. you didn’t care, of course. you knew queen sakuharo just from a couple of years before she died, and she had always been nothing but kind to you, being one of the main reasons why you became emma’s nanny.

naming your daughter after her was the best thing to do.

shinichiro was the best father in the world. you knew he had experience with children due to his younger siblings, but it was different. sakurako was nothing but a daddy’s girl — a mommy’s girl too, but her bond with shinichiro was something else. she always smiled the brightest when he was around, always babbled more excitedly when she was with him than when she was with her uncles and aunt, and always wanted to be in his arms.

but she was still a mommy’s girl, after all.

“i can not believe she did not want to be held by me.” shinichiro pouted from his place on the bed, arms dramatically over his head.

you held sakurako closer to your chest, rocking her while you walked around your chambers. “do not be dramatic, husband. she loves you, but sometimes only mama can comfort her.” you looked down, smiling at her sleeping form. she wasn’t even one year old yet, two months away from her first birthday, but you could tell that despite having shinichiro’s looks, her personality was from you. her small hand was holding tightly the neckline of your dress, her cheeks pressed against your collarbone.

averting your eyes to your husband, you smiled seeing him already looking at you. shinichiro never stopped looking at you as if it was the first time he saw you, always a lovestruck and boyish glint shining on his eyes even after almost two years of marriage. “you are such a good mother for her.” he whispered, getting up from the bed and embracing you gently, to not startle the toddler between your arms. he couldn’t understand how his daughter could find comfort in the fabrics you used as clothing, but maybe it was your smell that calmed her — you always smelled like home to him, and sakurako probably inherited that from him too.

you never thought about your motherly skills, not like your husband seemed to do. you had a previous experience with both your brother, princess emma and prince manjiro, but they weren’t infants when you started to take care of them — well, ken was, but you still had help from the ladies in the brothel until he started to walk and talk. “you think so, shin?” you bounced sakurako a bit before leaning on your husband's chest, head resting on his shoulder while his arms rested in your hips.

he hummed. “sakurako thinks so, too. everyone does, and everyone is amazed how good you are with her.” he praised you, eyes observing his sleeping daughter. “maybe a little prince would be good now, do not you think?” you gasped softly, eyes widened at the thought — but it wasn’t an unpleasant idea. “emma and ken, and mikey are too young to have children, and i doubt my friends are going to marry soon.” he argued, kissing your cheek. “sakurako needs a company.”

mana and luna were already her company, but you understood where your husband was coming from. “well, maybe i could drop her off to her nannies if you want to start now?” you suggested, giggling at the feeling of his lips nibbling the skin of your neck.

“can we stay like this for a little while?” he suggested back and you nodded, closing your eyes and leaning even more on his body. shinichiro kissed your forehead, humming a lullaby you recognized as the same one you used to sing for emma — and sometimes ken — when she had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep.

you were right. shinichiro couldn’t wait until the poets wrote about the everlasting love between the two of you.

for aria — i don't have words how important you are for me, bby. you're my twin, someone that is always here to listen to me ranting about my crushes or here to listen about my heartbreaks, someone that have such a beautiful light that i know brightens all the room you're in. you deserve only the best things the world can offer, okay? happy 21st birthday, my twin!!! i can't believe we're finally the same age ehehe i love you so much, and you know this!!!

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richard's relationship with money is so interesting to me despite/because of how vague and nonspecific it is in canon. which only makes sense because the show isn't interested in richard's backstory at ALL and, it being an audio medium, it can't exactly give many context clues like wardrobe/style or what his apartment/house looks like. but it's like......... he doesn't have interests, he dabbles in money-making activities. i am practically forced to assume that his mention of being good at pool also = a side hustle. his estranged dad up and left him a house and a paid ride to college. at this point he's way better off than he's ever been -- after 18 years of living with two separate conmen and a mother who doesn't care about him in mediocre apartments, he's suddenly on his own with his future out in front of him, and....... he STILL takes very risky grade-changing jobs for money? like he bypasses getting a regular college job and goes straight to petty crime? and apparently "far worse" crimes??? it's such an interesting balance between craving the security of Having Money and being pathologically unable to get it in a "normal" "safe" way. he doesn't even do anything with it in canon, he just GETS it. he isn't even buying lucy's drinks himself!!!! obviously even richard has bills to pay (which is. very funny to me. sorry that i think 19-year-old college era richard is the funniest person to ever exist, gremlin who's only ever lived in an apartment with his mother, sister, and mother's rotating cast of boyfriends, suddenly has a whole ass house dumped in his lap on his 18th birthday in exchange for his whole ass father's wholesale abandonment of him, has to figure out how to pay utility bills on his own, maybe thinks about getting a barista job or whatever kids did in the 80s, record shop clerk job?? and then nopes past it and picks "exploiting a child genius" as a career path instead. what a fucking legend. i also think he murdered people for money a couple times but that's just me) sorry i've lost the plot of this post thinking about campbell county community college computers richard. imagine being the people at the 5 Cs in charge of hiring STUDENT COUNSELORS and seeing richard maxwell strut into his interview and thinking "yes this 18-year-old suspiciously home-owning kid who talks like a john hughes movie antagonist and is currently his kid sister's very much illegal guardian is the perfect fit for our emotionally and socially fragile 11-year-old resident genius. what could go wrong" and then they have to pay for nicholas adamsworth's therapy sessions for the next 5 years because richard maxwell was what could go wrong. fuck. "waylaid in the windy city" maybe be my personal favorite richard but pre- and mid-"eugene's dilemma" richard is definitely the weirdest and funniest

#richard maxwell #aio #richard goes home deliriously exhausted from his college classes and 14 illegal side hustles and has to help rachael with her math homework #'why does he talk Like That' because it was the 80s and he's a single father next question #no wonder he genuinely likes lucy she's a Good Kid who doesn't need him she just likes him #despite everything that's probably the most straightforward relationship he has #unfortunately on lucy's end she also requires several years of therapy after her category 5 richard maxwell moment #like EVERYTHING about eugene's dilemma richard makes simultaneously more and less sense #when you realize that he's got the background radiation of 'my estranged mom showed up out of the blue to make me take care of her/my siste #'and then she left me alone with my sister and no way to contact her if i needed help'#'and then my sister got taken away from me because she got busted for shoplifting several times in a row so now i'm alone again'#'i canonically hate myself for failing her this way'#'also someone almost kidnapped me in a creeper van the other day'#the fact that fotf created the Most Character of All Time without meaning to or realizing is so fucking infuriating to me #at the very least richard maxwell should have been a supernatural character. he could have shone there.#instead. here we are.

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Food made me happy

-Oh fuck! I really needed this! -I couldn't stand another day without having something and good food in my stomach, it's amazing that the coach is so cool to give me his body every time I need to satisfy myself.

Ever since I started high school I started to develop a little food addiction I think it's because of stress or at least that's what the school counselor told me. whenever i had a fight with my girlfriend, failed an exam, or heard my parents fight or argue about their divorce i used to fill my mouth with huge amounts of junk food to forget all my problems i knew it was not healthy but i didn't really mattered the food made me happy.

Sure it made me happy until I started putting on weight and started getting a lot slower in my football practices. The coach immediately noticed and called me into his office to talk, he knew something was wrong with me so he told me he wouldn't leave that office until I came clean with him.

The coach was always a kind person, perhaps a bit harsh and direct, but he was always there for all his students who needed help. It was really hard and embarrassing to admit that he had a problem with food but the look, the kind and understanding voice of the coach made it a little less difficult.

When I finished telling all my problems to the coach he smiled kindly at me and gave me a strange and magical solution, Right now the coach is playing against our rival school for the state championship. That was too much pressure so before the big game I decided to go to the coach's office so we could swap bodies.

I told him all my fears again and he took out a couple of necklaces with some strange red and blue stones, He said that he had bought them as a gift for his ex-wife in a trinket shop in the mall but when he discovered his strange powers He decided to keep the secret to himself and his students.

When we both had the necklaces on our necks the colors slowly inverted as well as our bodies, before my eyes I saw how the teacher slowly got younger, smaller and thinner while I got fatter, older, taller and grew a thick, unkempt beard on my face.

When the trade ended the trainer was in my young and fit body and I was now in his old fat body, maybe since me and the trainer traded places so I could let off steam the trainer's body had gained a couple of pounds and although He told me not to worry about it and to enjoy myself even though I felt a little embarrassed.

The trainer took off his clothes and was completely naked, since I received help from the trainer my body was never in better condition, I could train without any problem and every time I had a craving for something sweet or greasy I just had to talk to the trainer to take his body.

We had swapped bodies a bunch of times before so it was customary to have some extra clean clothes in my backpack but today I would be wearing my football uniform, while he dressed in my uniform I was still in my original clothes. Maybe next time I should take my clothes off before swapping bodies with the trainer because every time I swapped bodies with the trainer it was a long battle to get my pants off.

I looked down examining the trainer's body, right now I had the body of a 40 year old man but I felt more alive than ever, I had a huge, hairy, watery belly now thanks to the binge eating he fed me during our exchanges, the coach's body had changed rapidly since he started helping me maybe he should compensate for it somehow.

But all my doubts and fears quickly vanish when I relax in the coach's office for a full pepperoni pizza or a bucket of fried chicken. I'm sure the trainer is doing a fantastic job on my body. Summer vacations are coming and I don't think he can resist more than 3 days without the coach's body, maybe we can reach a deal and I could leave him my body for a week or 2....

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Stress Reliever (Jacob Custos x Reader)

Jacob bothers you one too many times after a bad day, leaving you no choice but to take your frustration out on him. Or, WebMD says that sex can relieve migraine headaches.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!Jacob, degradation and praise kink, riding, safe sex, begging, dirty talk

crossposted on ao3!

“Fuck this job.”

You were at your wit’s end with these kids. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to take a job at a summer camp, surrounded by rowdy children twenty-four seven? It didn’t help that Mr. Hackett was down two counselors, leaving yourself and Kaitlyn to pick up the extra duties that were originally assigned to them.

You’d only been here for a month but you still weren’t used to the sweltering heat. It seemed like every day the humidity got worse and more and more bugs spawned from the woods.

“What’d the kiddos do this time?” Your fellow camp counselor Dylan hopped over the log you were on to take a seat next to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

Dylan was always a saving grace away from your responsibilities in camp. He never failed to make you laugh when you were stressed out, unlike a certain counselor of yours who always added onto your recurring migraines.

“I swear to god, they’re going to make me raid the nurse’s medicine cabinet any day now,” you reply, rubbing your temples with your free hand, the other occupied squeezing a makeshift stress ball you may have borrowed from one of the kids. “This is my second migraine this week and it’s only Wednesday.”

Dylan hissed, rubbing your shoulder in sympathy. “Well at least you don’t have much more to do today. You know you’re always cool to hang out with me in the radio hut.” He handed you a water bottle, no doubt one he’d been holding onto for a while due to how lukewarm it was. “I can always put on some calmer tunes to soothe your mind.”

You sigh as you take a long sip of the water. “You know I appreciate the offer Dyl, but I’d much rather—”

“Heyyy, my two favorite party people!”

Oh no.

Jacob bothered you to no end. Ever since he flirted with you not even 24 hours after you arrived at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, he was always managing to find you around the camp, absolving you from the few moments of peace and quiet you could get in this hectic place. You knew he was a nice guy, but he acted a bit too…conceited for your taste.

You turned your head sharply to give him a polite smile, but you knew with the pounding of your head it probably looked more like a grimace.

“Jacob, my man! What’s happening?” You were grateful that Dylan spoke up first, raising his hand to connect a fist bump with Jacob. Much to your dismay, Jacob decided to plop down on the log right across from you, so close that his foot was touching yours.

“Hey, Jacob,” you reply in a much gentler tone than intended. You had hoped he would leave, but by the looks of it he was planning on staying until you followed him back to the lodge. Typical.

“Oh, my dudes, okay, so I was gathering the kids back at the lodge for lunch, but since we were at the lake, we had to pass the art cabin. And you will not believe what I just saw at the art cabin!” He exclaimed. Jacob was clearly excited, his face lighting up as it usually did when he was about to divulge into a topic for minutes.

You winced at the volume of his voice, trying your best to hide it. Jacob was fairly sensitive, and if he got the hint that you were too interested in this conversation right now you knew it would put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You really didn’t want to deal with an upset Jacob on top of your migraine and sore limbs from running around all day.

“The art cabin? Oh, so did Emma finally make a move on Abi?” Dylan asked as you squeezed your stress ball tighter. His hand that was only your shoulder moved down to your forearm, giving you a comforting rub.

Jacob glanced down at where Dylan’s hand connected with your arm and he cleared his throat.

“Well– uh– yeah, she– okay what’s going on with you two?” Jacob suddenly changed the topic, nodding his head towards your close contact with Dylan.

Dylan drew his hand back and you sighed, not wanting to get into this now. Jacob always got antsy like this when it came to you, like he had some sort of claim on you. He got annoyed whenever you interacted with any of the other male counselors. Even Dylan, your closest friend at the camp, who was very much gay and very much into Ryan was not spared from Jacob’s jealousy issues.

Jacob continued. “Making moves on the little medic, huh? Not cool dude, she’s like, totally not into you, man.” He said, looking like he was trying to size Dylan up. Your co-counselors began calling you by the nickname “little medic” after you had (not so graciously) offered to take the nursing position that was supposed to be for one of the two counselors who bailed. With the kids constantly running around and getting injured, you began to bring a first aid kit with you when you had to complete your other duties and the others teased you for it relentlessly.

Jacob’s volume had increased and your ears were ringing even worse, a sign that it was probably time for you to go take a nap. Whenever Jacob usually got like this you would spend the rest of the day with him, letting him take you to wherever location he desired and indulging in his conversations and play fights. But that wasn’t an option now, with your head pounding and hands all shaky, all you wanted to do right now was relieve some stress.

You take a deep inhale before starting, “Jacob, please–”

“Back off man,” Dylan interrupts, “She’s not interested in you either, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to see you right now. Can’t you see that you’re bothering her?” He glared at Jacob, now finally standing up to be chest-to-chest with the athlete and his back towards you. You knew Dylan was only doing this so you wouldn’t have to strain yourself, but he had a way of antagonizing Jacob that you knew would only escalate this situation a lot farther than you wanted it to.

Jacob let out a malicious laugh and put his hands on his hips. “You think this is fucking funny? You really think your puny little ass–”

“Enough!”

Both boys turned to look at you for your surprising outburst, Dylan with a look of guilt and Jacob with one of surprise. You were never really one to speak out, one of the more soft-spoken members of your ragtag group.

“Jacob.” You acknowledge the larger of the two, clasping your hands in front of you like a prayer. “I haven’t been having the best of days so I would really appreciate you lowering your voice just a bit. Please.” You hoped he would get the memo that you wanted to be left alone, but knowing Jacob like you did he wasn’t one to take a hint.

“Well– Dylan was the one that started it!” he sputtered, pouting like he usually did when you scolded him.

Dylan rolled his eyes and snickered. “That was all you, my man. How does it feel to strike out with our little medic once again?”

The comment clearly bothers Jacob as he pushes on Dylan’s shoulders, jaw clenching and eyes flaring up. “Is there something else you want to say to me, huh?”

“Okay, that’s it!” You grab Jacob’s hand forcefully, pulling him away from Dylan before things get more physical. You look up at Jacob with a glare. “You and I are going to handle this somewhere else.”

As you start to drag Jacob in the opposite direction of the lodge, you turn back to Dylan.

“If I’m not back by dinnertime, you better send someone to get me. I am not going to miss a meal to deal with this.”

He gives you a mock salute and wink, walking backwards away from the two of you. “Aye, aye, doc.”

You let out a giggle and continue on your way, feeling Jacob grasp your hand just a little bit tighter.

***

Jacob was not the best with confrontation. He was also not the best when it came to talking to you. He hoped you didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were.

“W-where are we going?” Jacob finally asks you after a couple of moments of the two of you walking in silence.

You let out a sigh. “Somewhere that we won’t get interrupted.”

Jacob almost choked on his saliva. Did you understand what you meant when you worded it like that? He quickly decided that he wouldn’t really mind if you did. At this point, Jacob was just happy to get some extra alone time with you, even if you were planning on yelling at him.

An awkward silence ensued as you concentrated on bringing him to wherever it was you claimed would give you two some privacy. Just thinking about it made Jacob feel all giddy inside.

After walking through the woods for a while, Jacob finally recognized where the two of you were. You had taken him back to the cabins and you were leading him to an older building, the one with a broken bed that was currently not being used by anyone.

Before Jacob could comprehend what was happening, you had led him into the cabin, slammed the door behind you, and pushed against his chest to make him take a seat on the not-broken bed. The fire in your eyes was something that Jacob had never really seen before from you. He was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but your sudden show of dominance turned him on. Just a bit.

“Jacob. Look at me.” Your hands were on your hips as you eyed him with a stern look on your face. He may have been a bit too concentrated on some other parts of you.

He gulped and made eye contact with you, fingers digging into the bare mattress pad. “Y-yeah? What did I do wrong?”

As soon as he saw your face, he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Your brows furrowed and the glare you gave him would have made him jump in place if it was from anyone who wasn’t you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You huffed. “I told you that I was having a bad day! You can’t take a fucking hint and leave me alone for one goddamn day in your life. You’re lucky I didn’t decide to chew out your ass in front of Dylan. Maybe I should’ve done that, the others really need to see you be brought down a peg or two.” At this point, your voice was raised enough that Jacob could see the strain in your throat. Not like he was paying attention to it already. Definitely not.

Jacob knew this was wrong. He knew that you had valid concerns, that you had a right to be angry with him, but he couldn’t help the way he felt about you. He couldn’t help how he reacted to you. Whenever he saw you, you made his heart pound and his body feel hot all over. He felt as though he was going through puberty again. You may have thought that he just wanted some sort of casual summer fling, but Jacob was serious about you. You were quiet, but had the funniest quips that cheered him up when he was feeling shitty. You were the only one to actually defend him when another counselor was ragging on him, and you would even spend your free time with him. Jacob knew you cared about him, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Jacob!” You snap your fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening–”

Your abrupt cutoff made his focus come back on to what you were saying. Your eyes weren’t on him anymore. They were lowered. His gaze moved down to see what you were looking–

Oh.

Jacob had popped a boner. And you were staring right at it.

Panicking, he quickly went to cover it with his hands, but unexpectedly you smacked his hands away.

“Don’t do that. I want to see.”

You wanted to see his boner? Jacob’s face flushed. Was this some kind of weird foreplay thing you were doing? Not that he was complaining.

“Yeah! I mean, sure, if you want to…see it…” Jacob’s voice trailed off as he slowly removed his hands, unsure of what to do now without your direction. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command.

You let out a loud laugh. “Oh my god, you are so pathetic.”

His cock twitched at your demeaning words. He really shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, but you were just so hot right now. Well, you were always hot, but the way you were acting all bossy in this moment really got him going.

“You’re desperate enough to make me fuck you when I’m dealing with my migraines?” You tutted at him mockingly, a smirk rising onto your face.

Jacob let out a nervous laugh as he tried to remain calm. “I-I think I heard somewhere that sex can cure headaches. You know, WebMD and that shit?”

You stared at him in disbelief before giggling into your fist. “Yeah? Well, you better deliver good results then, big boy.”

Oh god. This was really happening. Jacob had been waiting for this a lot longer than he wanted to admit.

With unprecedented strength, you grabbed the elastic of his shorts and yanked them down. Jacob felt more exposed now then he did that one time last month when he skinny dipped for a dare. He was laying on the mattress in just his cropped tee and boxers while you were still fully clothed.

“You look like such a slut right now, Jacob.” You run your fingers down his exposed chest ever so lightly that it makes his cock throb even harder. It’s too obvious for you to ignore and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Are you getting off on that? Me calling you a slut?” You look amused by the idea and Jacob audibly gulps.

“Y-yeah,” is the only thing he’s able to stammer out without making himself look like a fool.

You finally stop your teasing and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. You squeeze it gently as Jacob tries his hardest to suppress a moan.

“Well this isn’t about you right now.” You position yourself on top of him and he hisses as you make contact with his bare cock. “I need some relief, and you’re available, so you’re going to help me. Understand?”

“No complaints here,” Jacob’s voice trails off as you pull your top off and unclip your bra.

You notice him ogling and you laugh. “Haven’t seen a pair of tits before?” Jacob looks back up at you, eyes still wide. You guide his hands to your breasts and let him palm them.

“Fuck,” Jacob mutters under his breath, entirely focused on them now.

“You can keep yourself occupied with these. In the meantime” –you raise your hips to shimmy out of your pants and underwear– “I’m going to relieve some stress.”

You pull a condom from your fanny pack before dropping it unceremoniously to the side with your discarded clothes. Sliding it on Jacob, his attention is back onto you.

“Why do you have that with you?” he asks, a bit more forcefully than he had intended to be. “Are you with anyone else?” Jacob was worried. He didn’t want to have to confront any of the other counselors, but he would if it meant being able to have you all to himself.

You give him a blank stare. “How is that any of your concern? I can fuck whoever I want if I so please, dude.”

“What the fuck? I told the other guys you were off limits–!” Before he could finish you roll your eyes and slam down onto his erect cock with no warning.

“Oh fuck!” Jacob moans out, collapsing back onto the bed and feeling weak from the sudden connection. You felt perfect around him. So tight, and even with the condom he could feel your pulsating insides as you let out a moan too.

Jacob thought he heard angels singing when he heard your moans, and the erotic look on your scrunched up face was enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Enough of your macho bullshit while I’m trying to destress, okay?” You stutter out as you find a comfortable rhythm.

“Got it,” Jacob replies, moving his hands up to grab onto your waist as you ride him. Before he can do it though, you grab his arms and push them above his head, binding him with your grip.

His body tensed and his head felt hotter than before, the extra skin-to-skin contact making him feel even hornier than before, which he didn’t think was possible. With your free hand, you shove two of your fingers into his mouth.

“Suck.”

Jacob obeys immediately.

He’d never done stuff like this before. In fact, Jacob hadn’t done much of anything before besides some making out in high school. You seemed a lot more experienced than him and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Having you guide him into pleasing you and showing him what you liked in bed turned him on, but the thought of you doing something like this with other guys–perhaps even someone at camp–infuriated him to no end.

“Please say it’s only me,” Jacob begged as you removed your fingers. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, pleading with you silently.

You looked to be in thought for a split second before giving Jacob a gentle smile. “Only you, Jake. I’m just teasing you.” You pause in your movements to lean forward slightly and trail kisses down his throat, grinding on his cock.

Jacob closed his eyes and let out a groan. Fuck, you were so fucking sexy. He wished that the two of you could stay like this forever, in your own paradise away from everyone else. The position felt so intimate, like the two of you were a couple. He had the sudden urge to kiss you in that moment, more than he ever had before.

Before Jacob could get used to the lulled movements and intimacy, you began to ride him again at a more rapid pace than earlier.

“This–” Slam. “Fucking–” Slam. “Headache!” Your movements were harsh and the sounds of your skin slapping against his were louder than before. You grimaced hard and threw your head back in frustration.

“I swear, if your stupid site is wrong I’m going to strangle you.” You snap.

Jacob swallowed hard and looked up at you. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you did that anyway.”

You rise up off of him and he cries out in protest.

“W-what–?”

“You little shit,” your mouth curves into a smug grin, “you're a kinky little bitch!”

Jacob blushed at your insinuation and shifted his eyes away from you, too embarrassed to meet your stare. “Stop it! Just–please put my dick back inside you, okay? He tried lifting his hips to reach you but you shifted away from him, causing an involuntary whine to leave his throat.

“Stop getting feisty with me. I’m the one in charge here.” You ran your folds over the base of his cock, and Jacob visibly shivered in pleasure with the contact.

“Don’t you want to be my good boy, Jacob?”

Something carnal stirred inside of him when you said that. His heartbeat quickened, his breathing got heavier and palms got clammier, and his whole body heated up.

“I do,” he panted eagerly. Jacob wanted to be yours entirely. He wanted to be the only one you had, the only one you went to for indulgence, and the only one you used to get off. He wished to be consumed by you and all of the pleasure you gave him and could get from him, to be able to call you his and for you to call him yours.

As you slid his cock back into you, you both let out a moan harmoniously. He held your hands in his, desperate for more contact with you in any way possible. You were too distracted by your own gratification to scold him about it.

“Yeah, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” You’re able to utter out amidst the feeling of Jacob’s cock stirring up your insides.

“I-I am!” Jacob’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he swore. Your pussy felt like heaven, milking his cock thoroughly. The pace you had set was relentless but he didn’t wish for it to be any other way. He tries to grab onto you, anywhere he could reach, but your grip around his wrists was much stronger than he anticipated. You push down on his arms with one hand while the other comes up to grip his chin and turn his head towards your face.

“Jacob!” You pull off of him again and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Good boys don’t break the rules. Are we going to have to stop this?”

“No! I’m good. I’m your good boy!” He was aching for release at this point, wanting to please you so you would grant him just that.

You shove his cock back into you at his reply, pleased with this answer. You wanted to tease him more, but you were in grave need of your release as well. Your migraine was gradually beginning to subside and you didn’t want to risk it coming back.

“Fuck, fuck!” You let out a string of curses and Jacob could tell that you were on the verge of your orgasm too with the way that you were trembling above him.

“Oh, fuck, I love you!” Jacob cries out.

Your pace falters as Jacob lets out a whimper and finally cums, releasing into the condom at the same time that you tighten around him and let out a cry of relief of your own.

You finally process what Jacob had said after you come down from your high, your legs still quivering slightly around his hips. “Do you mean it?”

“I do! You’re really hot, and you’re really nice to me, and you don’t make fun of me like everyone else does. I really, really, like you,” he protests.

“Jake, baby, you barely know me though,” you release a sad sigh as you caress his cheek.

“Then let me get to know you more. Please.”

“We just fucked. I’d say you know plenty by now.”

Jacob scoots over to the side of the twin mattress to make room for you next to him. You slid the condom off of him, tied it, and threw it in the trash can a few feet away. Before you slide in next to him you slip your clothes back on, feeling a bit embarrassed now that the sex was over and Jacob was completely focused on you.

“I’m serious. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. I know you hate when I get all jealous, but seeing you with the other guys makes me so fucking terrified that you’re going to realize how pathetic I am and how everyone’s right about giving me shit–”

“Hey.” You shut him down before he can spiral any further down that path. Even though you’ve only known Jacob for a little under two months, most of that time was spent with him both alone and with others. You understood he had deep insecurities and likely never received much affection from anyone. Even though he could be a bit overwhelming at times, Jacob didn’t deserve the relentless ragging the others gave him. “Stop that.” You squish his cheeks gently, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It seems to do the trick, as a blush crosses the bridge of his nose as he looks down and the corners of his mouth turn upwards.

“Now,” you look around the floor, grabbing his things that were thrown carelessly earlier, “You should probably put these back on before this gets more serious.”

Jacob blinked before processing what you said. “Yeah. Okay. Makes sense.”

Silence passes between you two as Jacob gets dressed, but not before you sneak an extra peek at his ass before he pulls on his bottoms.

Once he’s back next to you, he moves to tangle your legs with his.

“I really like you, you know. I want to be exclusive with you.”

You begin stroking the back of his neck as he sighs and relaxes into your chest. “I think we should–”

“Hey lovebirds!”

Both you and Jacob jump away from each other as Nick’s voice rings right outside the cabin, echoing along the hollow wooden frame.

“I hope you two aren’t naked in there! I’m coming in!”

Before Nick could barge in you spring up and get to it before he does, sticking your head out to allow Jacob time to compose himself.

“Oh.” His face dropped. You could tell he was disappointed to not catch the two of you in a compromising position, most likely to go back to Dylan with and tease Jacob about, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let any of the other counselors see you like that.

“Sorry Nick, I’m afraid I have no jerk off material for you,” you tell him playfully.

He flicks your forehead and you wince, rubbing the affected spot. “Alright, alright, let’s go you two. Dylan kept pestering me about making sure to come get you, and I don’t want him to get his panties in a twist.”

You laugh and gesture for Jacob, pulling him out to follow you. You hear his breath hitch as you grab his hand and you try to hide a smirk as you drop once the two of you are in Nick’s clear view.

As you and Jacob make your way back to the lodge with Nick, lingering slightly behind him, Jacob hesitantly reaches for your hand as if unsure if he should hold it or not. You grab it and squeeze tightly, wrapping your other arm around his and lean into him as the two of you follow Nick. You’re close enough to Jacob’s chest that you hear his heartbeat quicken with the action.

Nick fills you in on what you guys missed at dinnertime, with crying kids and panicking counselors. You’re glad you missed all of that.

As you approach your destination, the conversations of little kids get increasingly louder. You sigh, hoping that they’ll be tired out soon and you won’t have to deal with them for too much longer.

“We’re back!” Nick calls out, even though it seems too noisy for anyone to hear your arrivals.

To your surprise, Dylan steps out waving to the three of you.

“I was starting to think you got attacked by bears out there or something! How’s the migraine doing now, doc?”

“It’s a lot better now, thanks for asking,” you smile wryly as you hear Jacob clear his throat next to you, most likely in embarrassment.

Dylan peers behind you, most likely curious at Jacob’s reaction to your comment.

“Oh?” His signature shit eating grin slowly spreads across his face. “Jacob? Is there something you wanna tell us?”

Jacob sputters as you bite your lip to contain your smile.

“Hey, at least I’m getting some,” Jacob replies, arms crossing against his chest.

“Oh yeah, you’re really getting it. And she’s the one giving it to you,” Dylan snickers.

“Shut the fuck up dude!”

Dylan and Nick laugh and you pat Jacob on the shoulder, walking away to remove yourself from the teasing that was about to happen. As you make your way inside the lodge, you run into the girls and Ryan, all of whom most likely just finished eating.

Emma is the first one to notice your presence. “Little medic, you’re back! So, how’d it go?” She holds out her o’s with a smirk on her face as she nudges her hip with your own.

You roll your eyes playfully. “It went.”

“Come on, you have to give us more than that! Spill the deets,” Emma shoots back.

“Ugh, fine,” you concede. “All I’ll say is that WebMD has some pretty accurate methods of curing migraines.”

It takes a second for the girls to register your comment. Once it hits, Kaitlyn lets out an exaggerated gasp while Emma chuckles behind her hand and Abi blushes, avoiding eye contact. “Oh my god, you little minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Kaitlyn exclaims.

“Huh? What the hell did that even mean?” Ryan asks, completely puzzled.

You chuckle, maneuvering past him to fix yourself a plate. “Don’t worry Ry. You don’t have to know.” You turn back to the girls. “Besides, I’m not the only one. Emma and Abi have some explaining to do.”

With Kaitlyn’s focus now on the two girls, you go and find an empty seat at one of the tables at the same time that Jacob, Dylan, and Nick finally enter the building. Jacob’s eyes scan the room, and brighten when they land on you. He quickly grabs some food and scurries over to sit next to you, giving you a goofy smile as he stuffs his face. Under the table, your’s and Jacob’s hands gravitate towards each other, and the light brush sends shocks up your spine.

Jacob hesitates before looking over towards you. “Is this okay? Are we…” He trails off.

“Yeah,” you send him a soft smile, “Yeah, this is more than okay.”

You never expected this development with Jacob to happen at all, let alone this quickly. But his eagerness and vulnerability really showed you how serious he was. Jacob wasn’t at all like the guy you thought he was when you initially met him, but perhaps first impressions weren’t always the best to go by.

This summer wasn’t turning out like you expected it to be in the slightest. You didn’t think you’d be able to predict what else was in store for you this summer at Hackett’s Quarry.

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