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bro-atz · 3 months

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bottle service

in which: all yunho wants to do is fuck the bottle girl's brains out.

pair: big dick!yunho/small!afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: smut, completely consensual!

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Yunho didn’t have a type, per se, but he found himself always drawn to girls like you. His friends made fun of him, telling him that he had a lolita complex, but that was definitely, completely, 100% not true, especially because he was not at all attracted to underaged girls. No way. Absolutely not. He just liked dainty little women with soft facial features and short statures— what she could be wearing doesn’t matter to him at all (because, honestly, he would rather they wear nothing at all).

“Five bucks says he hits on her by the end of the night,” Yunho heard Mingi whisper to San.

“There’s no fucking way I’m taking that bet because we already fucking know he’s going to do it,” San, already completely wasted, conveyed his opinion along with his sailor mouth.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” Mingi frowned.

Yunho rolled his eyes. As Mingi and San continued to bicker in the background, Yunho’s eyes followed your every movement. He watched as your hair swayed gracefully while your short legs carried you around the room, making you seem like you were almost gliding. For someone so short, he was surprised to see you carrying multiple trays of beer, and his eyes flew wide open when he saw you effortlessly carry a huge bottle of champagne that could very well be three times your size— the bottle was bigger than your head for crying out loud.

“You know it’s going to be impossible to hit on a bottle girl of all people. Let’s be real, Yunho, she probably gets rich bastards hitting on her all the time, and she doesn’t even need that since she’s making so much in tips,” Seonghwa brought his voice down as he talked to the man.

“Yeah, just give up, dude,” Wooyoung added. “It ain’t never gonna happen.”

Clenching his jaw, Yunho was determined to prove them wrong. He walked away from the table and immediately up to you.

Now looking at you a little closer, Yunho didn’t realize that you were practically naked. You were wearing nothing but a cropped tank top and high-rise shorts, your red underwear peaking out whenever you bent down or moved your shoulder. Fuck, it just made the tall man want you even more.

“Hey,” he started, thinking that the line by itself would be enough.

“Hi, darling. Would your table like another round?” you, on the other hand, were in sales mode. You had no time to be flirting with this man.

“Actually, I—”

“Hey, Y/N! One more round for me and my boys!” another customer yelled from afar.

“You got it, darlin’!”

Yunho gaped as you immediately got back to work. He slunk back to his table and stood with a frown, the boys silent for a hot second before immediately bursting out into laughter.

“You’re an idiot, Yunho!” Hongjoong roared as he clapped the man on the back.

“San, you should’ve taken the bet,” Jongho pointed out.

“No, because the bet was on whether or not he would go and flirt, not whether or not he would be successful. If you said get her by the end of the night, I would’ve happily taken that bet,” San snickered.

“You guys suck,” Yunho grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Yunho wasn’t able to really focus on much after that. He wanted you even more.

You stepped out for a smoke. God knows you needed it. Yes, the tips were really fucking good, but dealing with sleazy businessmen and frat bros spending all of their daddy’s money was less than ideal. Truth be told, there was only one table there that night that you didn’t mind serving. They all seemed like a bunch of well off dudes with enough money to spend but none of the pretentiousness. Especially that one super tall guy who approached you. He didn’t seem so bad.

“Just get over it. It’s not going to happen.”

Your ears perked up when you heard a man with the lowest voice on Earth speak from around the corner. You peeked your head around to see the tall man and another one of his friends from that table.

“You really suck, Yeosang,” the tall man pouted— God, he looked so cute with a pout on his face.

“She’s working, Yunho. Don’t bother the poor thing. Let her pay her bills,” the other man, Yeosang, lectured Yunho.

A curious smile emerged on your face. Were they talking about you, perhaps?

“If we leave her a big enough tip, then she could leave work early, and everything would be fine!”

“At the risk of her losing her job! It’s one thing to just want to sleep with her, but another if you’re willing to sabotage her life just to get some pussy tonight. Also, knowing you, you’re going to fucking murder her because you’re so big and she’s so small.”

There was only one short girl on your team, and that was you. So, yes, they had to be talking about you. Killing the rest of your cigarette, you sprayed breath freshener in your mouth and smoothed out your hair before walking around the corner and sashaying back into the establishment, making sure you gave Yunho a good view. Right before you went back inside, you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him briefly, leaving him with a rock-hard boner.

“Fuck…” you barely heard Yunho groan as he desperately tried to calm himself down.

A smirk lingered on your face knowing that you got the man all sorts of hot and bothered. Good.

“So, Y/N, what’s it like to be a bottle girl?” Seonghwa asked you.

It calmed down in the establishment quite a lot after about an hour, allowing you to dedicate your time to the table that you were most excited to serve. You stood with them, the eight men towering over you. Originally, that would intimidate you, but given the information you knew about the tallest man of the group crushing hard on you, the height disparity didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“I mean, you can really see for yourself,” you responded with a smile. “It’s like being a stripper at times, but it definitely beats being a stripper since I don’t have to give lap dances to wasted men. I just serve them alcohol.”

“So you used to be a stripper?” San smirked— not at you, though; he was just trying to get a rise out of Yunho.

“Yeah, I did that for a couple of years before moving to the city and getting this job.”

“That’s so fucking sexy of you, Y/N,” Mingi, who was standing closest to you, stood the tiniest bit closer and ran his finger along your arm. You could see Yunho’s jaw clench when he saw what Mingi did to you.

With an exasperated smile, you grabbed Mingi’s hand and pushed it away while saying, “Buddy, you can look, but you can’t touch.”

“Not even if I tip you well?”

“She just said she’s not a stripper anymore, Mankgi,” Hongjoong swatted the back of the boy’s head. “Don’t do something stupid.”

You saw Yunho’s jaw relax, nearly making you laugh. Yunho was definitely subtle with his reactions, but you were keeping such a close eye on him that every single action and reaction of his did not go missed by you. He was such a cutie, and you were here for it.

“So, Y/N, what time do you have to stay and work until?” Yeosang, who seemed to be wingman-ing Yunho, asked you.

“We close at 3 AM, so 4 AM,” you sighed. “Gotta enter the tips and help the busboys clean up.”

“You would think as a sexy bottle girl, you wouldn’t have to do menial labor like that,” Wooyoung mused.

“We’re still employees,” you laughed. Then, bringing your voice down, you said, “But I like helping because sometimes we find loose bills around the venue. Free money.”

The place was practically empty by the time 3 AM rolled around. You realized that as you talked to the eight men, you talked to all of them except the man that you were actually interested in. Bummer. You couldn’t expect him to wait for you after work, so when they all left for the night, a light sigh left your lips, and you half-heartedly finished your work for the night.

Yet, at 4 AM, you left the building to see Yunho standing outside. It was a little chilly out, so you could see his breath in the air as he exhaled and looked up at the sky. He looked so sexy standing there with his hands in his pockets, his jawline and neck accentuated in the city lights as he held his head up high.

Of course Yunho was going to wait for you. You weren’t as subtle as you’d like to think— he noticed your sly looks in his direction when you were talking to his table, and he knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Fuck, you were so perfect for him, and he told himself he would do anything if he got to spend the rest of the night with you, even if that meant waiting outside for you for an hour. At least that gave him time to sober up slightly more (not that he had much to drink in the first place).

“Yunho, right?” you asked as you approached the man.

“Oh! Y/N,” Yunho, surprised, turned around to face you, a light blush appearing on his face. “H-hi…”

“Hey.”

Yunho was speechless for a split moment— you weren’t in your work clothes anymore, and you definitely had a lot more on than before, but your long coat just accentuated your short stature, making the man thirst for you even more. Your hair tumbled around lightly as the wind pushed it back, revealing the playful glimmer in your eyes. Yunho was smitten. Completely and utterly smitten.

“Sorry, I know it must be creepy for a man to be waiting for you after work— I’m sure it happens all the time, and I don’t mean to be one of those men, but I just—”

Yunho, rambling out of sheer nervousness, cut himself off when you approached him and placed a gentle hand on his arm. You gave him a half-flirty, half-appreciative smile as you looked at him. You didn’t need to utter a word for Yunho to feel reassured that the feelings were mutual. Thank God.

“Would you like to go somewhere with me?” you asked him, your voice barely audible over the rushing wind.

Yunho couldn’t keep his hands off you. In the car ride to the hotel, he had his large hand on your thigh, rubbing slowly and sensually, but not going further than that. And then, in the elevator, he pinned you against the wall and grabbed the back of your head, immediately pulling you in for a rough kiss. You clutched and grabbed at his forearms as he fully overtook you, his lips completely devouring yours. He only got more rough from there when he shoved his hand down the waistband of your pants and panties, his fingers stroking your dripping folds.

“Yun— Ah! Yunho, w-wait,” you moaned, your words muffled against his lips.

“What do you mean “wait”, doll? You’re so fucking wet for me,” Yunho teased as he murmured against your lips. “I think you’re just as impatient as I am.”

“M-my legs,” you whimpered before inhaling sharply. “If you don’t wait, I won’t be able to stand…”

“If that’s the case,” Yunho growled before withdrawing his hand so he could lift you, his large hands grabbing and squeezing your ass as he suspended you in the air.

You laced your fingers through his hair and held tightly as you brought your lips to his once more, his tongue diving deep into your mouth as he resumed eating you alive. The elevator doors opened, and you for sure thought he was going to let you down, but instead, he continued to carry you down the hall, his lips still locked in a frenzy with yours. Soft moans and sighs left the two of you as you got to the room. Yunho unlocked the room and immediately rushed inside so he could pin you on the bed and rip your clothes off you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Yunho murmured as he gazed at your slick, his tongue sensually running along his lower lip. “Gimme a taste, why don’t you?”

You nodded shyly. Yunho’s hands went under your thighs and pushed your legs up, his tongue meeting your cunt. You cried out in pleasure when you felt his tongue slither inside you, his nose brushing against your clit as he ate you out. It was when Yunho lifted you up while continuing lick and slurp up your arousal fluid did you yelp, the man holding you up in the air as his tongue violated you. You held onto the roots of his hair and gripped for dear life, the fear of you falling sending blood rushing through your body but also filling you with excitement.

Before you could cum, Yunho let you down. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and looked down at your tiny, helpless body, a smirk forming on his face as thought about you looking torn to shreds because of his monster cock. You watched him with trembling eyes as the man slowly stripped down for you, your eyes widening as you saw his firm cock trembling and waiting to burst forth from his underwear.

“Y-yunho… I— I don’t think you’re going to fit,” you said with slight fear.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Yunho responded nonchalantly as he revealed his massive cock and tapped your waist lightly, his cock the literal length of your stomach.

Rolling on a condom that he had taken out from his wallet moments prior, Yunho got on the bed and rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. You were terrified that he was going to just push his way right through you, but instead, Yunho merely pushed the head into your cunt, then pulled out. He did this several times, frustration starting to build inside you as he teased the everloving shit out of you.

“For someone who was so afraid, you seem to want me inside you,” Yunho chuckled.

“Fu-uck! Yunho, do something, please,” you begged him, the fire in your loins burning a hole within you.

“Alright. Just relax for me, okay?” Yunho said, his voice hushed and calm as he caressed your face.

You nodded and did your best to relax, your head pushing into his hand as he finally pushed more than just the tip into you. You felt him fill you up, and you felt like he was tearing you as his cock spread you wider than you had ever been spread. You reached for his arms and held on tightly as he pressed his hands onto the bed right above your shoulders, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Yunho grunted. “Loosen up.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, Yunho shoving his length all the way inside you when you exhaled. You flung your head back and cried loudly as you felt his cock throb uncontrollably inside you, his cock brushing against your cervix. Yunho remained in place as he let out an erotic sigh while you, on the other hand, were panting and trying desperately to blink the stars out of your vision.

“See,” Yunho told you, a cocky smile on his face. “I do fit.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you couldn’t even formulate words— all the man did was push his cock in you, and you already felt like you were fucked out simply because of how much he filled you up.

He only thrusted into you a singular time, but your entire body lurched and moved backwards with said thrust. The sound of his waist hitting your ass echoed loudly in the room, and the sound only got more repetitive as he began to properly move. His cock was so massive that you felt like he was going to pull out your insides.

“Doll, you feel so fucking good,” Yunho grunted out, his head dropping down to your neck. “So fucking good. You’re so tight and small— Fuck!”

Yunho flipped the two of you so that he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him. When you sat all the way down, you felt like his cock shot straight through you, hitting your cervix with such force that you came immediately. You cried loudly as you creamed and clenched, making the man flinch and nearly cum himself.

“Shit, don’t go squeezing me like that,” Yunho grunted with a little chuckle. “You nearly snapped my cock off.”

“Do-Don’t act like you— Hnngh— Didn’t like that,” you panted out, little groans leaving you as you continued to ride his fat cock.

Yunho smirked. He propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you at an angle that made you completely fall apart, your hands resting on his abs to keep you steady. You could barely keep your hands in place, though, because he brought his lips to your breast and started sucking hard, his mouth completely overtaking your nipple. You entire body trembled when you felt his tongue flick and swirl around your nipple, and it certainly did not help that he sucked super hard on your breast as if he was trying to get something out of it. Your toes curled as he switched from one to the other, and his waist refused to let up as he thrust powerfully from underneath you.

“‘m c-cumming again!” you moaned loudly as your cunt convulsed, making you squirt all over Yunho’s waist.

He, however, refused to give you a break. Your head was still in the cloud when he sat up entirely and moved so that he was kneeling and you were still sitting on his cock, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you continuously. You clung to him and moaned loudly as his thrusts did not slow down in the slightest. He continued to drill into you over and over again, his force so immense that he ended up pinning you down on the bed again.

His cock kept rubbing along your G-spot and hitting your cervix, and the louder you cried, the more intense that feeling got. You could barely see through bleary, teary eyes that his eyes were dark and his jaw was tense as he fucked you into the mattress.

“You’re tightening up again, doll— are you gonna cum again?” Yunho could barely laugh as he groaned his question.

“Ye-es, I’m c-close,” you whined. “I’m gonna—”

Yunho interrupted you with a kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you barely heard him say, “Wait for me. I’m al-almost there— Shit!”

Suddenly pulling out, Yunho removed the condom and came all over you, his seed spreading from your chest all the way down to your convulsing pussy as you, too, came. Yunho sat back on his heels and jerked himself off as more of his hot cum spurt out and landed on your skin.

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed as you flung your head back into the sheets, your hands covering your face. “That was insane.”

“In a good or bad way?” Yunho asked with a slight laugh, his body hovering over yours as he brought himself to look at your fucked out face.

“Good— That was too fucking good, Yunho,” you sighed out. “Too fucking good…”

“I’d say let’s go again, but I’m afraid I’ve only got the one condom,” he whispered.

“…Are you clean?”

“Yes, are you?”

You nodded then reached for his neck, pulling him into your embrace. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “Then I don’t see why we can’t go again.”

Yunho shivered, and his cock firmed up almost immediately. He grabbed you and flipped you over so that you were on your hands and knees, his cock immediately rubbing along your ass crack.

“You’re going to regret saying that to me, doll.”

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coexistentialism · 7 months

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AAAA I have so many thoughts actually

I think what people don't realize is that you oftentimes might not know you have the symptoms of DID until AFTER you start to explore the idea of having it in the first place.

It was so difficult trying to figure out what symptoms applied to me, what symptoms I related to, what symptoms I was exhibiting, etc.

And that's because DID in and of itself oftentimes even hides those symptoms from you in the first place (especially if you are polyfragmented).

You don't realize what symptoms you have until you really dive deep and try to LOOK for the symptoms in the first place.

Like, not only can a LOT of the DID symptoms be chalked up to "normal, everyday things", but the amnesia and general dissociation that comes along with the disorder makes it difficult to really KNOW if you have those symptoms, how often you experience them if at all. It makes it hard to say for certain "yes, I relate to that" because amnesia can make it seem like you never experience it, or that you "only rarely, if ever" experience it. And dissociation, shame, denial, etc. can make it to where you downplay it if you DO experience it. AND, as I said, a lot of it is oftentimes excused by other things.

Especially, for me particularly, I never really related to "derealization/depersonalization."

I certainly did in the past, and I know I still do, but the thing is, I don't personally relate to the way that dissociation is DESCRIBED.

And I don't know if I'm alone in that?

That DES test that everybody talks about is like my #1 enemy (this is a joke/light-hearted lmfao) because I could never really understand or relate or apply the things that the questions are asking me to myself. I also could not understand what they mean, and a lot of them did not apply to me because of my specific life circumstances, etc.

I would try taking that test on multiple different occasions and feel upset, frustrated and invalidated, because I could not understand the questions; I could not understand what they mean and apply them to myself; I could not make an accurate guesstimate on "how often" they applied to me; and I couldn't relate to them.

I would try taking it and would get scored anywhere from around 23% to 32% at MOST. And it invalidated me so bad, because my friends would be getting scores in the 40% ranges, and I felt like "I guess I don't have DID then" and "I guess I just don't have it that bad"

I would see people making posts about the test online and "brag" almost about "haha lol I got 48% lol oops" and I felt so invalidated because I never saw anybody get below that. It made me feel like I don't have DID at all and that I didn't have it that bad.

And the people who would tell me they didn't think I had DID, etc. and even one therapist (who was really shit honestly oh God I should make a post rambling about him cause. Oh Boy.) and a random psychiatrist I tried to see for a diagnosis (I hoped to be able to get diagnosed and go straight to a therapist instead of having to see a therapist to diagnose me first - I do not recommend this) (She was also horrible), coupled with the fact I just never met or saw anybody else like me, made it real difficult to believe that I could possibly have DID or OSDD.

And looking back at everything, my unawareness of everything - my symptoms, my feelings, everything - made it so much more difficult to be able to describe the precise experiences I was having.

Here I was, going out of my way to "that wasn't another alter- it was just.. Me, doing and saying things, by choice, I am always in control, it wasn't someone else!!!" while every single person around me so outwardly, so flawlessly, and so effortlessly seemed to fit right into system spaces; using the language of "fronting", "switching", "co-consciousness" as if it came naturally to them, and I could never understand, I could never relate.

No matter how much research I had done, I constantly felt like I was "missing" something - like everybody else around me already caught on and understood their experiences and their alters and everything, and I was an outsider intruding in spaces I didn't belong.

No matter how much I thought I knew about DID, no matter how much people and the internet would say "hey, you know DID doesn't require (xyz)", I still felt like "but surely there's something missing that I'm not getting; surely there's something that these people are experiencing that I clearly am not, because if I was, wouldn't I be able to relate to these words to? Wouldn't I know who my alters are by now? It's been years, why am I still so in the dark, and everybody else around me knows so much? There MUST be something I'm missing."

I still felt like I was waiting for myself to pass out or have some experience where I've just "teleported" somewhere with no memory of how I got there, or some "obvious" sign that I've switched, and no matter how much research I did, no matter what people told me, I was still waiting, I was still expecting SOMETHING.

SOMETHING that would make it "obvious" that I've switched; SOMETHING that would make it "obvious" that I have DID; SOMETHING that would make it clear as day and undeniable.

Of course it never happened, because it doesn't work like that.

But when people so effortlessly talk about their alters using language like this:

"Gary is really depressed and likes to write poetry; he only fronts to feel our depression. He doesn't really like to talk to people, so he keeps to himself. He speaks bluntly and doesn't even really like to speak in general, it's too much energy for him when he fronts."

Instead of:

"When I'm really depressed, I really like to write poetry. I don't really like to talk to people when I feel that way, when I'm in that state, and I don't really like to speak at all, it feels like too much energy, when I'm in that state of mind. I also tend to speak more bluntly when I'm like that."

It becomes hard to believe that you have DID at all when the first example is the only way people seem to talk about their alters and their DID.

With the first example, it gives the impression that you're speaking about a totally separate person (which, is totally valid if your alters work that way, but that is besides my point here). It gives the impression that the person who has DID/OSDD is speaking about totally separate people, and like "someone else is in control of that person" or something. At least to me, it did. And that's what I was waiting for, some "obvious" sign, some "obvious" THING to happen to me that would make it clear as day that I had switched, that I was a totally different person, etc. and I was still waiting for SOMETHING to happen, despite what I had researched, despite what people said, because the only way people ever talk about their alters is with the first example.

And I couldn't get it, I couldn't relate, I couldn't understand.

When the only language you are given to explain a phenomenon is language you cannot relate to, it only makes sense that you then decide you must not relate to that phenomena.

It's like if I tried to find resources about DID/OSDD in a language I can't understand, putting it through Google Translate a few times, and then trying to read it and then trying to apply it to myself.

There are endless ways to describe subjective experiences, and when you are only given a few descriptions to choose from, it's easy to say "I don't relate to any of these!" when there are billions of other ways to describe the same phenomena.

It's like if you were told to describe an apple, but you were only given three descriptions to choose from, all of which may or may not be true, depending on the size of the apple, what kind of apple, the color, etc.

Like you're given these three options to describe an apple:

Sweet

Green

Large

Like, sure, all three could apple to a wide variety of different apples, but... There are so many other descriptions you could choose from, and these three descriptions may not apply to every single apple. Sometimes apples are not green, and sometimes they aren't so much sweet as they are sour. Sometimes they are small.

But when you're only told that these are three examples of descriptions of an apple, and you're not given any other language, you start looking at red apples or tiny apples or sour apples and questioning "is that really an apple..?"

*This also applies to OSDD if it applies, I'm just a guy with DID and can only speak about DID since I don't have OSDD

#my posts #actuallyosdd #actuallydid #did system #osdd system

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laffy-taffy-creations · 4 months

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An Cumhachd A Thig Le Cùram

The Power That Comes With Caring

This is my secret santa gift for @esperosisdoeswriting! Their prompt was Villain and/or monster dad that is quite evil but very much loves and adores his power-less child. Found family highly encouraged. I hope you like it Esper!

WARNINGS: violence, death, cussing

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Supervillain was shoved in the direction of the cop car. "Alright, ALRIGHT I'm going! Fuck off!" he said while walking in that direction.

How angry he was. These stupid heroes treating him like nothing more than a herd cattle! It was infuriating.

If Child weren't nearby he'd tear out the throats of everyone around him.

He sat down in the back and was closed in there for a bit. Apparently getting him into custody wasn't the first priority.

He heard squabbling. One of the voices sounded like Child. They were probably so scared right now, those heroes taking their parent away from them, no wonder they were resisting.

Eventually the car started moving, the person in the passenger's seat asking Supervillain questions.

"Yes, I kidnapped them." "No, that kid is not someone I kidnapped." "My history of torture does not apply here." "Those heroes? They're dead. Pissed me off too much while I held them hostage, kept asking for food or water." "Her screams were oh so delightful. You should've been there." "Leave the kid out of this."

He had no reason to hide anything he did. Infact he took much pride in all his crimes.

And why wouldn't he? He was Supervillain. He marked everything thoroughly once he realized the cops would never find him.

He was… ticked off about that, to say the least. Child was just a kid. A powerless one at that. If there was ever a group of people that would take advantage of them, exploit them, even abuse them, it would be the police and heroes.

Except now they had. And now they had Child too.

They arrived at the agency. "C'mon, get out. We're putting you in custody."

"No."

"No?" one of the heroes sneered.

"Tell me where my kid is or I'm not getting out of this damn vehicle."

Laughter. Laugher that made the supervillain see red. Laughter that made him almost break the cuffs right then and there.

"Tell me where they are right now or so help me-"

He was cut off by a sniggering hero, "You're infront of a hero agency. Whatever you do, you have an army's worth of heroes to contend with. You ain't gonna do shit."

"Tell me where they are."

A superior walked up to the group. "What's the hold up? I need him in a cell, STAT."

"He won't leave the car unless we tell him where the kid we found in his house is."

You fuckers that's my child.

The superior sighed. "Just tell him, we can't waste anymore time."

One of the heroes rolled their eyes then turned to Supervillain. "Fine. They're being brought to our agency and held in an interrogation room for a while where you can't get to them while we figure out why they were there."

He finally stepped out of the car, satisfied with that. Child would be here too. He was okay with that.

He was led down into the facility, celebratory cheers following him at every turn while the heroes led him on.

Something isn't right.

He could sense it. Deep down. Call it parental instinct. Something was wrong.

He stopped moving. The heroes started shouting at him, pushing, trying to drag him. He tuned them out. Their methods didn't work as his body didn't budge.

Then, he heard it.

His child was screaming.

And so the cuffs broke.

Red, red, everything was red as the screams turned from a child's fear to adults' pain. He lashed out, tearing out their throats, hearts, lungs, whichever of the vital body parts was closest.

The shadows of his power stretching far and wide and terrorizing the whole damn agency.

He would not stop until he found his kid.

Rushing through the halls, leaving marks across every surface his shadows scraped. Like a wild beast searching for its prey.

You fuckers better pray to whatever gods you follow that I'll be quick.

People started fighting back, there was electricity, punches, force fields, weapons. None of it was Child. And so the rage continued.

He hunted, hunted, tracking down the heroes that stole his child, took them from his home.

Clawing his way through the bodies separating him from his kin.

And there they were. Child, crying, backed against a wall while Supervillain crushed the skull of the hero they were cowering from.

His mind cleared, his child was in front of him. And he had just killed.

Out of everything, that was his one rule. No villainy in front of his kid. In front of Child. But now…

He walked forward, wary. Would they even look at him the same? Would there be fear in their eyes?

He knelt down in front of them. "Hey. I'm… sorry you had to see that. I understand if you're-"

"PAPA!" Child suddenly lunged forward and buried their head in his chest, sobbing and shaking like a leaf.

He was stunned, to say the least. "Yeah, it's me." He stroked their hair a little bit.

They cried and cried, finally safe, finally secure. They didn't care that Supervillain had just murdered every hero in the building, they were finally okay because their father was here.

And he wasn't leaving them any time soon.

He wasn't Hero afterall.

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ೀ Stepdad! John wick x reader pt 2

Summary: after last week's encounter all you can think about was how it all started between you and your step dad John. (5k words)

TW: Stepcest. Strong language. NSFW. Large age gap.

Note: hii lovies <3 I know it’s been a long time, but who knew applying to college would be harder and more tiring than ACTUALLY being in the college smh.

It’s been months since you and your now step dad have started the problematic relationship between the two of you. At first you hated him… but now… all you can think about is that fateful day

when it all first started…

….

you had just got out of school.

you and your best friend Cassie, were walking out of the school building waiting outside to be picked up by y’all’s respected parents.

The wind is blowing , making you shiver a bit.

“I’m so damn happy today is Friday, what are you doing tonight?” Cassie asked while staring at the other kids walking off into each car.

“I don’t know honestly, probably playing sims 4 all weekend… the usual”

you say as you sigh.

“I know it’s like we are finally in high school and there are no parties to ever go to when you need them.”

Cassie complained whilst checking her phone.

You scan the place before speaking.

“I know right, like you see in every teenage movie they have some sort of glow up and go to a party and somehow end up almost sleeping with their crush until the nerdy boy they hated then befriended is there somehow, and they decide to run off with him.”

you ramble on about whilst still standing there waiting to be picked up.

“No cause it’s the fact you know the plot of every 80s movie by heart”

Cassie says as you chuckle.

“I guess it’s another win for the virgins this week”

Cassie says sarcastically,

You start to tap your foot while analyzing the kids going in and out the building, as you feel a bit antsy at the thought of finally going home.

you see a black car pull up and instantly realize it’s your stupid step dad. Only one person has that type of nice car you just can’t not remember.

Ever since your mom started prioritizing your step dad over you, you've disliked the man ever since.

John wick… what a name… rolls right off the tongue if you think about it hard enough…

you let out a big sigh and roll your eyes.

He finally pulls up,

“Bye pookie”

Cassie says as you lean in to hug her goodbye.

You start walking over to the car,

“Text me!!” you called out one last time while getting into the passenger seat,

your step dad pulls off, as you're still situating yourself in the seat.

You throw your book bag in between your legs.

“Hey John…” you said awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“Hey kiddo, how was school?”

He asked while patting your thigh.

you freeze a bit, your thoughts racing as you realize what he just did.

His huge muscular hands compared to your thigh.

you instantly start to blush and turn your head towards the window so he can’t see your whole face lighting up in embarrassment.

you didn't want to admit it but you kinda liked the attention….

“ NO! You can’t…

You can’t… you hate him… but do I reall- yes you must ! It’s because of him your mother never has time for you anymore”

you thought to yourself, trying to reason with yourself whether you should like John or not.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

you replied with a scoff, and continuously stare out the window trying not to pay any attention to the man.

He sighs, opening his mouth preparing to speak…

It takes a few minutes for him to reply, you could see the sadness in his expression.

“I… look… I know you're not happy your mother and I are getting married but I promise I’m not trying to destroy your relationship with your mother… We both care about you deeply.

I just wish you’d open up more,

Now that I’m your step dad I just want what’s best for this family.”

He lectured, while continually driving.

Where? God knows.

you rolled your eyes, and scoff turning your head to look at him.

“Since you wanna know so bad, it was pretty okay. Kinda boring but other than that, I got a 98 on the math test we took today.”

you replied without giving any thought to what he had just said.

“Good job, kiddo” he gave you a small grin, and patted your upper thigh.

you couldn’t help but feel some sort of energy … not the normal kind.

But you decided to just shrug it off cause it’s out of your reach, you’ll let this pass.

“ how about we go get something to eat to celebrate, a little father and daughter bonding time. it’s on me.”

you nod your head as a response and pop in an earbud.

You connect your earbuds to your phone and turn on

“Swallowed my key” by slater.

32 minutes later y'all end up at The Cheesecake Factory.

You sit there in the parked car registering how and why your step dad whom you hardly know just took you to your favorite restaurant,

You both step out of the car and start walking towards the door.

He ends up at the door first and opens it for your.

“Ladies first!” he chuckles.

“You’re such a geek.” you scoffed and walked inside.

you walk over to the desk waiting to be seated,

John followed close by.

It turns out John was taking y'all there anyways and had already called ahead for a reservation.

He tells the desk man his last name, the waiter picks up two menus and tells y’all to follow him.

y’all finally arrive at the table.

Yall both sit down and the waiter pulls out his notepad, placing 2 straws down on the table.

“What would you two like to drink?”

Asked the man with a big grin.

“I’ll have a water with extra lemon”

Replied John with a sour face.

“I’ll have a sprite”

You answer while playing with the straw on the table.

“Perfect, I'll have those out as soon as they're done!”

The waiter turns to look at you and winks.

He finally walks away.

you could tell John saw what the waiter had done and now he’s all pissy.

“Sooo… what cheesecake do you want when we’re done ?”

John asks awkwardly… trying to break the ice.

“Oreo…”

you say plainly scrunch your lips up, and look around at your surroundings.

“Great choice!”

He replies with a reminiscing grin of assurance.

you could tell he wants to get closer to you but you just can’t… you hated how he came in between you and your mom.

You’re spaced out in Thought until John broke the silence by clearing his throat and stroking his beard in thought as well.

you were a bit startled but you couldn't help but stare at him… the longer you observed him the more reason you understood why your mom wanted to bag the man, I mean Christ…. His phyzic, his raven black hair… his dangerous ey-… you shake your head at the thought of you starting to like your step father…

“I mean yeah he was handsome, but… maybe… just maybe I was misjudging him… “

He finally realizes you are staring at him, he flashes you a bright smile.

you decided to flash him one back.

“You know… your a very pretty girl”

He compliments you while chuckling and looking away from your eyes in embarrassment.

You could tell his cheek were red and flushed,

“Thank you…”

you honestly started to blush until you realized he’s literally your moms fiancé, and your step dad.

No matter how much you couldn't stand either of them you would never…

Maybe… just maybe…

Y’all sit in silence until the waiter arrives,

And place the bread and drinks in the middle of the table.

“Are y’all ready to order?”

The waiter announces while holding onto his notepad and pen waiting to jot down the orders.

“Uhhh yes”

John mutters then tells the man his order.

you could tell John was staring into the poor man’s soul with Ill intent.

you couldn’t lie, it kinda made you blush at how possessive he was over you.

You kinda liked this side of him.

you thought to yourself until you realized the waiter had handed a piece of paper to you.

John quickly snatched it out of your hand and crumbled it, placing it in his pocket.

He places his knuckles in front of his mouth and clears his throat.

“You won’t be needing that...”

you wince at John with confusion and anger.

He’s already taken plus he’s not even my real father… Why does he get to play god with my love life?

Just as you started to open up he pulls this.

you got annoyed and hesitatingly tell the waiter your order, as he’s jotting it down,

He then walks off with a confused and frozen face.

“Why did you do that… he could’ve been a nice guy.” you complain to John while pouting.

“You don’t need distractions from father and daughter bonding time.”

John replied with a smile and pats your hand which was was reaching for

a piece of bread.

“If you saw so..”

You roll your eyes at his reply.

He got sick and tired of the silence between you too so he decided to ask you random questions about yourself to break the ice.

“What’s your favorite artist…”

you looked him dead in the eyes and you realized he’s serious about this.

you sigh and comply with the chitter chat.

“Lana del Rey, maruex, the smiths… the usual.”

you reply, trying not to sound too boring.

“Ahhh yes the smiths that brings me back, I actually met Johnny murr”

He replied while reminiscing.

“No way!! That’s so cool…. I hope that didn’t sound sarcastic”

you giggle

“But genuinely that’s cool as fuck.”

He chuckles and tilts his head.

“He was a pretty cool guy not gonna lie.”

He replied

“What’s YOUR favorite artist?”

You asked whilst staring into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

you wanted to know about him… you hated to admit it but the fact he’s actually taking time to know you actually makes you a bit sympathetic again.

He was so perfect, so mysterious you couldn’t even be mad at him for too long.

Also not to mention I’d be awkward to make a fool of yourself…

“Why do I care about this all the sudden…”

you thinks to yourself, a bit conflicted at how you feel about the man.

“Well… it’s a pretty hard question but probably… the talking heads…”

“Amazing pick choice !! I love their one song,

psycho killer, but once in a lifetime is also really good!”

you enthusiastically replied, you could never pass up a good conversation about music you enjoy.

“You have amazing taste sweetheart.”

He grinned.

you instantly started to blush, you can’t believe he called you that, I mean he’s your step dad of course it has no romantic meaning behind it… but you kinda wish it did.

“Favorite show?”

He asked, tilting his head and clearing his throat yet again.

“Ermmm probably what we do in the shows… it’s my favorite!! I always loved the thought of vampires”

you replied while smiling at the thought of him being so interested in your interests … you hated it but he had this.. energy when you’ve been around him long enough,

Almost like you're hypnotized.

The waiter finally came back with the food.

About time…

After eating your meals and taking your desserts to go y'all finally walk out of the restaurant,

As you're going down the steps he reaches to grab your hand.

You decide to comply not to make it an awkwardly uncomfortable experience.

He digs in his pocket to grab the car keys to unlock the car,

he walks you over to your side of the car and opens the door for you.

you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture…

It’s the small things that count.

you hop in and wait for him to get in.

“Thank you John…”

You smile while buckling in your seat belt.

“Your welcome princess.”

The way he says it comes naturally off his tongue.

“Can I play some music?”

You tilt your head as you ask.

“Yeah sure go ahead, princess.”

He replied handing you the aux cord,

You instantly pull out your phone and connect it, it takes you a while but you then decide to play,

“Burning desire” by Lana del rey.

About 30 mins later y'all arrive home, you get unbuckled and grab your stuff to exit out of the vehicle, when he grabs your hand and pulls you to stay in the car a bit longer.

y'all sit in the car for a bit in silence for what feels like forever, you could tell John wanted to say something but was nervous to say it.

Hell It made you even more nervous.

He sighs and turns his head, taking initiative and leans in to kiss you,

After a bit You realize what’s going on, the cute pet names, the way he was so protective, it finally all made sense.

You snap out of it and realize this is real… you're actually kissing your hot step dad, you decide to deepen the kiss.

John puts his hand to cup your cheek.

He finally breaks the kiss and looks at you, staring at him always gives you butterflies now you're only inches apart.

you're dazed… did you really just kiss your step father… outside of the house… what if your mom saw!?

“I’m sorry… I just had to let that out.”

John confessed while looking straight ahead trying to not look at you, he felt a little bad for the sudden kiss but he just wanted to let you know how he genuinely felt.

The passion he felt for you all thought he knew it was wrong.

“… honestly I liked it…”

you confessed sheepishly, still shocked at the encounter.

You grab his hand before he could move once more, you decide to quickly reach over to his side to kiss him one last time on the cheek.

“John… we should really get inside before mom gets suspicious.”

He lifts his hand up to his cheek to where you kissed him.

In a bit of a daze he smiles at you.

He looks around for a bit, still a little nervous on what his next move was.

John grabs both of your food and opens his door to hop out.

You collect your items and open your door making your way to the house door, you stand there waiting for him to follow.

John grabs the keys from his back pocket to open the door, the jiggling keys making you wish you had him all to yourself.

No stupid mom to take him from you.

He finally gets the door open,

your mom comes from the kitchen and greets y’all, she walks over to John.

“I hope you had a good time baby!”

She exclaimed to you whilst grabbing onto John.

You look back and realized they are kissing and laughing,

you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“What if that was me…”

you couldn’t get the thought out of your head.

you head up the stairs into your bedroom.

you trip over a cord and turn on the light.

Plopping onto the bed and pulling out your phone and started messaging your friends about the encounter.

They all agreed it was extremely strange but whatever he’s hot …

you get up off the bed and decide to shower, after today's endeavors, you need to cleanse yourself.

You pull out your boom box and connect your phone to it,

You turned on

“Les” by childish gambino.

Turning up the volume to half way to not get yelled at by your parents.

You go over to the sink to brush your teeth,

Now going over to the shower.

you start to undress and hop in,

And start doing your routine.

finally done, you decided to turn on some Jonathan Bree to get you in the mood to be alive, you feel numb, the feelings you have for your step dad is not normal but… you can’t help but feel angry, resentment, jealousy, all consuming you.

you dried off and put on a white colored lacy nightgown that went down to your knees.

you go back to the bathroom to do your nightly facial routine.

Until you hear a knock at the door, it’s your mom.

“Hey honey.”

She spoke softly.

“Hey mom…” you replied back awkwardly,

Ever since y’all been distant it’s been so strange to speak to your mom like how you used too.

“How was dinner with John?”

You stopped what you were doing to look at her.

“It was nice, he’s very kind.”

You turn back around and continue your routine.

“I know it’s been a while since we last spoke alone, and I didn’t know how to tell you this but I’m going out of town for a couple days for work. And I want you to be good while I’m gone, it’s only gonna be you and John here. And if anything happens please don’t be scared to tell me.”

You nod your head in agreement.

She walks over to the door

“I love you honey, goodnight I’m going to sleep. Have sweet dreams.”

You nod and

She finally walks out the door, closing it behind her.

You put away your lotions and walk over to the door to

headed downstairs to get a glass of water.

Every step makes you feel weightless just thinking about you and your step father alone all weekend.

you joilt up when you realized your step dad is in the kitchen as well.

He’s leaned against the counter drinking a glass of what looks to be tea.

you walk in, and when he sees you he snaps out of his thoughts.

“Hey…”

He says clearing his throat after taking yet another sip.

“Hi”

You replied monotone.

“What are you doing up so late kiddo?”

He asked you curiously while stroking his beard.

“Grabbing some water…”

You say as you grab a cold water bottle from the refrigerator.

“It’s always good to stay hydrated…Your gown is very pretty.”

John says as he walks closer to you.

“…Thanks…”

you could tell there is an awkward feeling in the air from earlier, you hated it but what’s done is done.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

He asked, looking at you curious with his eyebrows furrowed.

“…. Uhhh sure…. What about mom?”

“Trust me, when she’s sleep, she’s dead asleep.”

“Oh”

you say as you take a sip of water,

John grabs a bag of popcorn and tosses it into the microwave.

you decided to walk over to the couch and take a seat.

He waits for the popcorn to get done and pours it into a bowl, he finally makes his way over to the couch and sits down to the left side of the couch and scoots a bit closer to you.

“… sooo what movie are we watching?”

you grab a bit of popcorn.

He reaches for the remote and turns the tv on flicking through the movies.

“I was thinking of a scary movie.”

“Sounds good.”

you continue to reach for the popcorn.

About half way into the movie y’all both find yourselves cuddling next to each other.

His hand on your knee while your leg is stretched over his lap.

You had the urge to just lean your head up and kiss his handsome face.

But you fight it off, find some dignity you thought to yourself.

you instantly snapped out of your thoughts when you realized there's a sex scene on the tv.

you can’t help but feel awkward at the thought

Of watching this whilst you're sitting next to your step dad of all people plus ealiers encounters, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom.

As you walked into the downstairs bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror feeling a bit nervous and awkward to even step a foot back into the living room.

you couldn't help but wonder what the sex is like between him and your mom, it makes you sick.

you turn the faucet on and cup the water to splash onto your face… you still feel like you're on autopilot.

Dry heaving over the sink.

A couple minutes go by and you finally talk yourself into heading back, until you realize he paused the movie.

Right in the middle of it.

you awkwardly sit on the end of the couch not wanting to be too clingy, or show any attention to yourself.

He then pats the couch at the spot you were just in to signal you to go back to cuddling with him, you decided to comply and Scoot back and go back to the usual position but this time it was different the air was thicker and you noticed his hand was positioned on the upper part of your thigh instead of your knee.

The sex scene plays out for what feels like forever.

You could tell he was thinking about something the way his breathing is shifted, and heavy.

He starts rubbing your thigh up and down, causing you to freeze.

you looked down and noticed he has a bulge, you couldn't tell if he’s hard or what but the light from the tv screen lights the curve perfectly.

Curious, you decided I’d be a nice idea to tease him, and placed your hand near his boxer shorts.

He adjusted a bit, you look up and notice he’s a bit flustered.

you decided you wanted to see if he’d bite, you just wanted to know if your mom married the sweetest, most faithful man in the world, you wanted to break him, you wanted to see his dark side for once.

you peeked your head up a bit to kiss him on his cheek.

“Thank you for suggesting we watch A movie… daddy.”

He looks at you a bit puzzled, he tries to speak but starts to choke instead.

“I-I”

Was all he could stutter out, the random change of emotion from you was very noticeable and confusing.

you could tell he’s flustered at the nickname.

you decided to go even deeper and placed your hand above his boxers… slowly making your way to his bulge and caressing it.

you couldn’t help but blush at how huge it felt.

He takes a deep breath, you could tell he’s getting even harder just by your touch.

He understands your memo and drags his hand up your body onto your chest, trying not to be too fast, he decides to rub the lower part of your breasts.

At this point it’s driving you crazy, you need him… every inch, you could feel yourself getting wet just thinking about it.

you then made your way back up to the top of his boxers and placed your hand inside gently rubbing his cock, your eyes still on the movie.

you made your way to the tip and you realized he has pre cum already and you haven't even done much.

you bit your bottom lip at the thought of his cock being in your mouth…

“Fuck~” he gently moans, as he tilts his head back.

He finally reached inside your nightgown, flicking your right nipple, every touch making you get wetter and wetter,

He starts making circles around the sensitive buds, causing you to jolt.

Making you want to break down right then and there and drop to your knees.

So you decided to do so, at this point there's no point of return yall both knew y’all had this chemistry.

This secret y’all both could just share… between daughter and step father.

you stands up and gets onto your knees, looking up at John with pleading eyes.

His head nodded in agreement.

you then pull his boxers down to his ankles,

His cock springing up as it’s finally freed from the torture of conseslment.

your eyes widen at how huge it is…

Just earlier you were plotting his murder now you're on your knees begging for your step fathers cock.

you lean in to give the tip of his cock a kiss, your hand grabbing not even nearly the entire thing.

you then make your way to the base and lick it all the way back to the tip, every inch making you crave more.

You start to make out with the base of his cock, the taste driving you crazy, wanting nothing more than to just have his cock be yours and only yours forever.

You then lift your head up a bit to get a good look at it, the thick veiny cock towering over your face, intimidating yet breathtaking.

Losing your virginity to your step father was definitely not on this year's bingo card.

you then place both hands on each side of his cock jerking up and down in soft motions,

Placing yet another kiss on the tip.

Finally opening your mouth to take in his huge length, hardly getting past the tip you're already concerned about how it’s all gonna fit but this is what you wanted… you can’t back away now.

Still placing both your hands around his dick to cover the parts you couldn’t fit around your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down the length you can take.

Turning him into a groaning mess.

you take it out and let out a soft moan, your left hand tight around the base as your right is pumping it up and down.

your mouth is all covered with spit and pre cum.

His cock was so big you didn’t even know if you could fit it inside your cunt.

Wondering if y’all would even be able to go that far without one of them getting hurt and or getting caught at some point.

you spit on John's cock while continuing to pump his it up and down, he raises his hand to caress your cheek as you slide your tongue along the side of his thick cock.

Savoring every inch,

“Good girl.”

He praises you as you continue to slurp up and down.

you couldn't get enough of it, you just wanted it all to yourself, at this point you resented your mother, how lucky you were to have such a handsome and loving husband but also a big dick in bed and loads of money.

you then take his dick whole again but this time attempting to push yourself further along it, until you're a gagging mess and can’t go further .

He then places his hand on your head and grabs a bit of your hair, forcing you to go up and down at a faster pace, tears streaming down your eyes.

The way he’s looking into your eyes, you could tell he was starving for more… he wants you… every little moan from your pretty little mouth.

He finally let’s go and you pops his cock out your mouth,

Absolutely drooling and mesmerized and heaving for air.

you wanted nothing more but for him to cum deep inside you.

Babies ? you didn’t mind at this point,

Whatever you could do to keep him in your life as much as possible.

“Get up princess”

John ordered.

you obeyed and got up onto your feet, he signals you onto his lap.

you dropped your panties, and slipped out your nightgown.

You climbed onto him placing one arm around his shoulder, the other one caressing his face.

His hands were placed on the sides of your hips.

The movie still playing in the background,

He leans in to kiss you, placing his tongue onto yours.

The taste of each other's saliva combining was enough to make him combust right then and there.

you become more hypnotized as you moan into his mouth, and place sloppy kisses all over his face, he instantly starts groaning whilst grabbing at your ass. And places soft yet firm slaps onto it.

Each bounce makes him wish he could take you right then and there without caring what your mother thinks.

you pause and look into his eyes with despair…

“I need you …. John… please…. Please daddy.”

you beg as you place another kiss onto his lips.

“Are you sure.., what if it hurts… your only so young”

He questions in a worried voice.

“Please...”

He sighs but he complies, he takes his cock and starts gliding it along your wet cunt, causing you to jolt at how good it feels.

The thought of losing your virginity to your step father was just enough to drive you crazy, what would your mother think if she saw y’all like this… she’d be furious.

But fuck it… it’s too late.

John then lines his cock along your tight slit, causing you to cover your mouth from the pain.

He isn’t even half way in until you start biting your lips from how much the pain was.

He decides to leave it there, until you get more comfortable with the length and decide to move on your own.

He didn’t wanna hurt you, that was the scariest scenario to him, not wanting to scare you but also wanting to absolutely destroy your cunt.

He places a kiss onto your forehead.

“You're so beautiful…. ever since I first met you that day, I’ve wanted you.”

He confessed while caressing your cheek with his left hand whilst the right is on your ass.

“To be honest… I resented you because I thought you were trying to steal my mom from me…

But now I can understand why she was so obsessed over you”

Y’all both start to giggle and share another kiss with one another .

“I could never do that to you princess…”

He whispers softly.

you finally decide you are ready to take his full length or… at least try?

As you glide down you can’t help but tear up a bit, whimpering at the pain, John then starts to coax you to make you feel better.

It hurt so bad but felt so good you just couldn’t stop, every inch filling you up in all the right places.

Due to the exstacy all you wanted to do was moan as loud as you could, fuck your mom and her sleep.

John realizes you're too hypnotized to snap out of your own world. He places his mouth on yours, so you’d be able to whimper and moan into his mouth not to wake up your sleeping mother.

you finally reached the end of his full length, grateful that you made it this far, but now you have to go back up.

your eyes tearing up a bit,

Dreading but also enhanced at the feeling of it.

you sit there for a bit just staring into his beautiful dark eyes, whilst rubbing the side of his face.

“You're so handsome…”

you confess.

you then lean in for another kiss,

Your tongues exploring each other yet again, every time making them feel pure bliss.

The way his warm mouth mixes perfectly with yours, was enough to drive you crazy.

You raised his hand up to your left boob and start playing with the bud,

Causing you to moan a bit louder into his mouth.

Saliva dripping from your mouth from the sloppy make out.

You pause and look at his lips how perfectly crafted they are.

How his features just compliment each other so well.

Until you speak.

“Daddy…”

You looked at him with soft eyes.

“I don’t think I can take it all.”

“Shhhh”

He hushed as he reassured you it’s all okay, and you can start when you're ready.

Taking initiative, you lean in for another kiss and start to lift your body up his cock, every part making you teary eyed yet satisfied.

“Oh daddy…”

Y’all start groaning in unison as the friction causes y’all to heat up.

He notices your hair in your face, and moves it aside.

He grins whilst staring at you, you can’t help but blush, the way his eyes Pierce into your soul.

you lead back causing your head to fall back whilst closing them at how good and stimulating it felt to have his cock finally satisfying your urges.

The way it’s so lengthy and huge makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world, you can’t help but feel like it’s a dream from how too good it is to be true.

you fasten your pace, your mouth half way open and drools dripping from your pretty mouth, causing him to groan at the sight.

He makes his hand down to your thigh and reaches your clit, rubbing circles along the sensitive buds causing you to jolt and instantly place your hand on your mouth to stop you from moaning too loud.

Your muffled moans causing him to want nothing more than to cum inside that pretty tight cunt of yours.

The way it’s so wet, you can hear the noise it makes as he’s entering you.

Each flop caused you to Shriek at how he was bruising your young cunt to no return.

“I love you so much daddy”

you say as your practically out of breath panting from the increasing of your pace,

“I love you too kiddo”

He breathlessly blurts out as he’s in pure bliss.

Every thrust made him fall deeper and deeper into lust.

He leans his head towards your chest to

Take one of your nipples into his mouth, causing you to moan, you practically looked mindless the way you were relentlessly riding his cock, mixed with the stimulation of his mouth in your nipple.

Every thrust caused him to want to release his load.

He starts humming to the Rhythm that you created between y’all two.

“Please daddy… fuck…”

you whispered in his ear causing him to close his eyes at the blissful sound and sight of him fucking you.

The sound caused you to become nervous from how loud it was but also not caring anymore.

The ending credit song in the background was just the icing on top.

Times like this you wanted nothing more than to just stay at home for the rest of your life.

you make your way to the base yet again but this time they’ve reached their breaking point, you realize y’all both are finally reaching the point for y'all to both climax you instantly lift yourself off his thick cock, causing him to then cum on your back.

Y’all sit there, dizzy and light headed.

Your brains still foggy from the climax,

John leans in for another kiss, you complied and kissed him yet again,

The way they connected so perfectly melts your heart.

He finally breaks the kiss and peepers one onto your forehead.

“Smart girl…”

He whispers as he gently traces his fingers along your face.

you kiss him softly on his cheek and yawn.

John then realized the movie was finally over.

He picks you up and Carries you up the stairs to your room, he places you onto the bed and cleans you up.

He sits on the side of the bed and leans down the kiss your head,

“Good night princess, have sweet dreams my love.”

He peppers one last kiss and gets onto his feet to head out until you call out for him.

“Please lay with me for a bit… please John…”

you say as you ruffle around in your sheets.

John, with a sigh, makes his way over to the other side, scooting closer to you to cuddle under the covers.

you turn over and look at him, his warm embrace giving your butterflies.

you starts playing with his hair,

“You're so handsome John…”

“Thank you princess.”

#john wick imagine #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves #⋆keanureevesw1fe #fanfic #keanu reeves fanfic

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pretentiousgayguyidk · 2 years

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hey bestie is your music event still going?? if it is can i please get a baji with heatwaves? if you cant think of a plot maybe its one where baji and reader are friends and reader saves him during the valhalla fight?? thank u in advance

HELL YES I LOVE THIS IDEA MY FRIEND!!!!!!!

Music Event

Cw: mentions stabbing

(Name) felt his heart drop as he looked away from Mikey atop the cars. Kazutora was gone... And charging at Baki with a knife in hand. He clenched his jaw and charged in without hesitation, he'll take whatever lecture from his captain later. Right now, his only goal was to protect Baji Keisuke; his childhood friend and crush.

He stood between Baki and Kazutora, grabbing Kazutora's arm as he jabs the knife forward. The knife started digging into the skin of (Name)'s stomach as he strained against the deranged man. Kazutora gazed up at (Name) with unfocused rage filled eyes as he thrusted the knife further. The blade dipped further in making (Name)'s eyes water. It took a few seconds from Takemichi, Chifuyu, and Baji to realize what was going on.

Takemichi immediately lunged forward and helped push off Kazutora, ripping the knife out of (Name)'s stomach and cutting his hands. Bank quickly spun around, pulling (Name) closer to him and putting his hand over the wound. Baji's mind raced as panic surged through him. Did Kazutora try to kill him? Is Kazutora against him? Was (Name) going to die? Is (Name) going to be okay?

"F-fuck... Baji, go fuck up Kisaki! I'll take care of myself alright?" (Name) grunted out, moving Baji's hand and putting his own I've the injury. He whined a little as he applied more pressure, nudging Baki away.

"Like hell I'm gonna leave you like this!" He shouted, his jaw clenched and brows strung with worry. (Name) gave him his signature half lidded smile, gently brushing Baji's hair out of his face.

"Kisaki's the reason this is all happening right? Go fuck him up for me Kei-Kun." He whispered, Baji's heart melted a little as (Name) turned away to Kazutora - who was sitting on the ground muttering nonsense. Baji begrudgingly turned away, putting forth all is worry and frustration as he charged towards Kisaki.

Chifuyu was quick to replace Baji, reaching out for (Name) as he collapsed. The injured man panted and coughed as tears stuck to his eyelashes. He let Chifuyu fret over him as he regained his senses.

"Oh god- how do I even deal with this? Fuck... Wait! (Name)-San! You shouldn't be moving!" Chifuyu cried, pulling the other back to sit down. "Fuck... Takemichi call an ambulance!"

Baji couldn't help but tear up at the sight... (Name) being carried away on a stretcher, unconscious and bleeding. Every time he closed his eyes that's all he could see, the events replaying in his mind. Kazutora running at him, (Name) protecting him, (Name) falling unconscious, Kazutora being arrested, (Name) on a stretcher. Always on loop in his mind. Even as he sat in the hospital room, holding (Name)s warm hand in his. Warm. That's right. He's alive, he's okay.

Baji pressed (Name)'s hand to his face, feeling guilt well up in his chest. He placed a gentle kis on the other's knuckles, silently praising and thanking the unconscious boy. He's been unconscious for two days, the doctor's said it might take a while for him to wake up. Baji's heart stopped for a second as he remembered it. (Name) might not wake up, he went brain dead for almost nine seconds. Even just nine seconds could have sever repercussions, he might not even remember who he is anymore. Tears swelled up in Baji's eyes, his body trembling a she choked back sobs. "I'm so sorry..."

This continued. Daily he could visit (Name) thanking and praising him as he lie unconscious. Even when he wasn't at the hospital he was constantly thinking of him. All he wanted to do was hug and kiss his savoir, thank him in any way he could. All he wanted was for his friend to wake up, he wanted to tell him that he loved him.

Baji bit back tears as he zoned out in class, his eyes tired and unfocused. Teacher's were informed of the incident by Baji's mother, none of them really being hard on the boy. It's not easy having a friend in the hospital, hell it's not easy at all when that friend was stabbed by one of your most trusted friends. He rubbed his face, rubbing away the tears as thoughts welled up in his mind.

It was a shock to reality when the final bell dinged, Baji jumping out of his seat and running out of the classroom as soon as he heard the sound. He needed him. He needed to see him.

"Kei-Kun...?" Baji's heart shattered a little as he entered (Name)'s room, seeing the other awake and we'll ment everything to him. He couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down his face as he pulled (Name) into a tight hug; mumbling incoherently.

"Kei! It's okay, I'm okay! Calm down alright?" (Name) reassured with a smile, petting the other's silky black hair. Baji pulled away, his face tear stained and snotty. (Name) sighed and grabbed a few tissues from the bed side table, gently whiling his friend's face. "God, you're always such a messy crier... I'm glad you came to visit me."

"I'm so so so so sorry!" Baji cried out, making (Name) freeze. He blinked hard, scanning the other's face.

"You don't have to-" Baji was quick to cut him off.

"I'm so sorry! You got hurt because of me- I... I didn't know what to do! I thought you wouldn't wake up, I was so scared of losing you. I thought I would never be able to tell you that I loved you- or- or hug you again!" He spat out, spilling out all of his worries and grievances without any stopping. Infact he said more than just that paragraph, but all of it was an unintelligible mess of sobs.

"Kei... Shh it's okay." (Name) whispered, holding Baji's head against his chest. Slowly his sobs turned to quiet sniffles as he listened to the rhythmic sound of (Name)'s heart. Baji let out a shaky breath as he nuzzled into his friend.

"Keisuke?" Baji hummed quietly, glancing up at (Name) with reddened eyes. (Name) gently wiped away the stray tears with a loving smile. "You love me?" Baji's heart stopped. He actually said it.

"Yeah..." He whispered out, his voice cracking a little as he sniffed. (Name) smiled brightly, his cheeks burning a pale pink. He gently held the other's tear stained face in his. Hesitantly he leaned down and planted a kiss on Baji's forehead.

"You want to be my boyfriend?" He whispered, pulling Baji up to sit in his lap. Bank felt his heart leap into his throat. He silently nodded, holding back a smile making his cute little fang poke out. (Name) giggled and hugged the other, pressing his nose into Baji's jaw.

"I love you too, Keisuke Baji."

#male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #fluff #angst to fluff #slight angst #heatwaves #music event #tokyo revengers baji #baji x male reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x male reader

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gardenletter · 11 months

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Yandere Body gard x reader ❤️‍🔥🔪🩸

You were the 3rd child of the CEO to a very powerful company. You weren't the heir of the company by any means but you are the brains. You come up with the plans, measure the stocks... EVERYTHING. But because of your important position you are the number one target to rival companies. You have two older brothers who are the 1st and 2nd heirs. Your oldest brother Callum the face of the company (a VERY HANDSOME one at that) and he was very concerned about your safety as a loving brother and your boss. So he did suggested a bodyguard. You were first opposed to the idea, but there was an act to take your life one night and that overweighed your pride. With Callum's connection, he contacted a few trusted agencies. AND this is where Alessio comes in. He is a very deadly man and usually works on the darker side of the job. Oftentimes working for mafia or mobsters but at the moment was unemployed so he got a notification about a new gig. He opened your file and GOD he was sucked in. They provide a picture of you, basic details of who you were and why you were hiring, and that was enough to get him hooked. He finds your social media and God, he went through every thing finding your favorite food, favorite color even baby photos. And the more he looked the farther he fell. He had to get the job at any cost.

He immediately applied and got scheduled for an interview....

You have interviewed 20 applicants so far and all of them SUCK ASSsssss... To say it kindly, they just try to hit on you or don't meet your needs. There were about two applicants left for the day and you are wayyyy over this but then .... A tall man enters with slicked back, dark hair with a black suit and rolled up sleeves. His tattoos slightly peeking from under his rolled sleeves , he has a strong toned body with veins visible on his forearms and hands. He gives you a warm smile and gently sits across from you.

Let's just say you got lost in his eyes and drooled a little.(sorry lol)

He gently cleaned the drool from your chin and snapped you out of your thoughts.

" oh I-Im so sorry I didn't mea-"

"don't worry Miss/Mr/Mix l/n ready to start the interview?" he says with a smile

"yes, yes of course Mr. Longo"

Poor Alessio can barely contain him self .he is cool and collected on the outside but is internally screaming and going totally fan girl hehehe

Your interview was amazing, he is everything and more than what you need and want. Of course he is more than fitting for the job BUTTT he definitely did research on the interview and knows EXACTLY what to say.

"well Mr.Long I will get back to you later" you smiled

"please call me Alessio"

"ok Alessio"

and When you said his name he almost fell to his knees . He is barely composing himself so he takes his leave. You completely forgot about the last applicant and told your brother that you chose Alessio. (Last applicant: 😶🥹😭👍)

Alessio got to his home and realized he got sent an email. He almost lost it when he read his approval email saying he got the job.

"AMORE MIO YOU WILL BE MINE"

There will probably be a part two if people show interest in the story and my character hopes you are all doing well.

Love gardenletter 💕

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desideriumwriter · 2 years

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Nothing’s Wrong.

Summary: Spencer has a grudge against reader, when she helps him when he’s shot, it doesn’t fix anything. Well, a few other arguments do…and reader showing up to his door.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending.

WC: 3.7k

CW: yelling, Spencer being shot, Spencer nearly dying, mentions of death, kidnapping, mentions of SA and murder, barely proofread (like always).

A/N: I used some of the dialogue from a scene in TEOTFW (S2) where James & Alyssa argue in the car, I don’t know if I like this really, anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist

• • • • • • •

It’s been seven weeks since Emily died.

Almost 3 weeks of sobbing and crying and being angry, 2 weeks of reminiscing…also crying, and 1 week since you’ve finally come to the sad acceptance that she’s gone.

You went through all the stages of grief and mourning. Spencer was still extremely hurt over it.

Emily was like an older sister to you. You became friends after having a conversation in a store with her on shoes. You also knew Spencer at the same time, you met him in a bookstore.

Spencer however, isn’t handling it well.

He’s been crying at your door ever since it happened. Everytime he talks about how he never got to say goodbye and the good memories he had with her. You would just listen and rub his back, trying to comfort him in any way possible.

One night after he calmed down, you thought maybe talking about something else would help, so he could get his mind off it. But after what happened, he’s probably still in the anger stage of grief.

“Oh, did you hear about my new job? You know, the job. The one I’ve been trying to get for the past year.” You grinned, trying to change the subject so he could focus on something else than his dead friend.

“Don’t you realize Emily is gone?”

“Yes. I just thought you were okay with talking about other things.” Your voice was small.

“You wouldn’t have thought so. You would've known. If you did know you wouldn’t talk about yourself every second!” Your mouth dropped slightly in disgust.

“What? What are you trying to get at?” You were genuinely confused, how did a few sentences cause him to lash out and snap at you?

“Emily is gone, forever! and you’re just talking about yourself!” He stood up from the couch. You copied his movements.

“Spencer, I’ve finally got the job I’ve been working all my life for and I wanted to share what’s been happening at it. I didn’t know it would make you so upset.”

“Emily is fucking dead!” He screamed at you, you flinched a tiny bit, hearing him swear was terrifying. He has such a soft, sweet voice, hearing it so angry, so frustrated, so loud, it was scary.

“I fucking know that! I know! Have you taken a minute to think I’m hurting too? You’ve come to my door crying for nearly seven weeks now and I’ve been hugging you, holding you, letting you sleep here for comfort. But what have you done? Hm? You haven’t asked once if I was okay. She was family to me too!” You yelled back.

“God, I can't handle you anymore. It’s too much.”

“You can’t handle me? Spencer what the fuck are you saying? We’re friends, y-you’re my best friend.”

“I don’t care. I can’t stand you anymore.” He pushed past you and swiftly walked out the door before you could get another word in, he didn’t even bother to close the door.

You just stood there in shock and bit your cheek, you tried to hold back tears and listened to his footsteps fade out down the hallway.

What the fuck?

• • • • • • •

You haven’t had any interaction with Spencer for three whole years. The day he walked out on you after the argument, you never spoke again.

But last month you saw him, in the worst way possible.

Spencer was shot in the neck last week. You were the one who had to run over and apply pressure to his neck, trying to stop him from bleeding out.

You repeatedly told him to keep his eyes on you as he fell in and out of consciousness.

McGregor had you tied up on the floor, he took you as a hostage while you were passing by, using you, a random innocent girl, as collateral damage. He was oblivious to your old connection to an FBI agent.

Once he wasn’t looking because he was too busy being in the middle of a shootout, you were able to squeeze your hands out of the ropes and run out the side door. Shots rang out towards you as you ran and a bullet nearly hit your arm.

You felt as if it was your fault, when you escaped, Spencer saw you, ran after you, then got shot. Maybe if you ran a different direction, away from him, maybe if you just stayed put, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He wouldn’t have seen you, he wouldn’t have run after you, he wouldn’t have ran across a fucking shootout, he wouldn’t have gotten shot.

You hated Spencer. But he didn’t deserve to die. As he was lifted into the ambulance you looked at your arms covered in his blood. You didn’t blink, your eyes were stuck wide open looking at the red all over.

• • • • • • •

You sobbed in the shower trying to wash the blood that you missed off your arms, Spencer’s blood. Watching it mix within the water and turn into a pinkish shade.

It was going to eat you alive if you didn’t at least attempt to see him.

When you arrived at the hospital, you sat in your car for a while, debating if you should really go inside and see him. What if he was in a coma or critical condition? What if he was dead? Someone would’ve told you, right?

Fuck it, just go and see for yourself.

Once you were able to visit him, you stood at the door and looked through the small glass window, he was talking to an older woman. He caught a small glimpse of you, you saw his face change, his brows furrowed, it wasn’t in a way of disgust or anger, more like confusion and shock. You immediately changed your mind and turned away.

You got in your car and put your key in the ignition. You stalled and didn’t turn it. Once again, thoughts came rushing through your head.

Maybe he wasn’t angry anymore? Did he forget about what happened?

No, no, it's impossible to forget.

Was he appreciative of you? Was he happy to see you? Or just confused? You haven’t seen him in so long, he was just surprised.

You basically saved his life, he has to be at least a tiny bit appreciating of it.

Just go back inside. But, that lady might still be there.

It’ll be awkward seeing him in general.

Shit.

Again, after sitting in your car for a little over thirty minutes you decided to go back into the building and see Spencer.

You walked quickly down the hallway, you weren’t excited to see him, you weren’t in a rush to see him. You just…needed to see him.

You approached the door and gave it three gentle knocks. You opened it and peeked your head in.

“Hi.” He only gave you a weak nod and straight smile in response.

“Just wanted to see how you’re doing.” You fully walked in.

“I’m alive, you can see that.” You watched him look down at your still blood stained hand, you tugged your sleeve down and took a mental note to try and scrub it off once you got home.

“Yeah. I never thought the next time seeing you was gonna be me trying to stop you from bleeding out.”

“Why are you here?” He sighed.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, after everything that happened, you know?”

“Well I obviously am.” You nodded in response to his snarky tone. There was an awkward silence.

“Just because you helped me doesn’t mean I'm not angry at you anymore. I’m happy that you did what you did but you didn’t have to come here. You could've stayed home. Okay?” He deadpanned. His attitude made your blood boil, you thought after three whole years he would ease up and let go of the grudge he had against you, but nope. It made you snap.

“You’re right. Fucking forget it, coming here was a huge mistake.” You stormed out the door while Spencer attempted to call out your name.

• • • • • • •

You spent a long night out with your friends at the club, you drank and danced less than them and you got left there alone after they all drunkenly left and got into cabs. You sat at the counter and just observed everyone, couples dancing, the bartenders, people flirting, it was nearly four a.m. by the time you left.

The streets were mostly empty, all taxis were gone or parked with their lights off. You were buzzed but you could walk home, even in heels…

Maybe not.

“Shit!” You yelled as your ankle rolled and you started to fall towards the concrete, until a set of arms caught you and helped you stand up straight.

“Oh, thank you. I would’ve knocked out my teeth or something if yo-” You paused once you turned and looked at the man in front of you.

It was fucking Spencer.

You pulled away from his grip and smoothed your dress.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone at this time of night, it’s not safe. I can give you a ride home.” He assured you.

“I’m fine, these streets are safe. My place isn’t even that far.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t want you being out here, you could get kidnapped, or trafficked, or assaulted, or…just any type of bad thing could happen. I’m just trying to help.”

“You think I don’t know that? I’ve already been kidnapped before, remember? McGregor? I know how to protect myself now.” He practically flinched when you said McGregor's name, bringing back the terrible memory of all that happened that night.

“Listen, I’m working on a case around here, the suspect follows and takes girls that are alone, assaults them, and kills them. I’d rather not tell you all the brutal details. It’s really not good to be out here right now. I don’t want you getting hurt again. So please just accept my offer.” You looked up and down the dark, empty streets. You’d rather get in the car with a man you hated than become a victim to a killer on the loose.

“Shit, fine.” You mumbled and went to the passenger's side of his car. Neither of you said a word.

He didn’t seem angry anymore, maybe a small conversation would be nice.

You began to wonder about the woman you saw in Spencer's hospital room.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who was the woman in the hospital room with you?”

“Her name is Alex.” He said flatly.

“Oh. So, has Alex been helping you do stuff? Cause of your...injury, you know?” You looked at the scar on his neck.

“She left. The night after I got shot.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

“How’s your job?” He asked.

“It’s amazing. I thought you didn’t want me to talk about it.” You slumped down in your seat.

“That was a while back. I didn’t mean it.”

“Whatever anyways, do you have the profile on the killer so I know who to watch out for?” He opened his mouth but paused for a minute, then stammered, then just stopped talking. The realization hit you. Your jaw went slightly ajar. Bastard.

“There is no profile, there is no killer. You lied.” You looked over at him, furious.

“I’m not lying! It’s just- we haven’t- we’re not ready to deliver it yet!”

“No! You’re a horrible liar Spencer. If there was a killer on the loose, I would’ve heard about it! I would’ve heard something about dead women found written in newspapers or it would’ve been on the news or being told by one of my neighbors! God why didn’t I realize.” You muttered the last sentence to yourself.

“I didn’t- okay, maybe I did lie. But I did it for the best.”

“What? You lied about a criminal just for me to get in your car?”

“No! I just care about you! You still could’ve gotten attacked! I was just looking out for you!”

“I don’t need you to look out for me! Plus, all of a sudden you care about me? You held a grudge against me for years after one shitty argument! I was able to keep you from bleeding out when you got shot in the fucking neck, when I went to visit and check on you in the hospital you yelled at me! You know, maybe just a simple ‘Thanks for basically saving my life’ would be nice. You hated me but now you want to care about me? Fuck off.”

“You’re right, but I’m truly thankfu-”

“Just drive me home Reid. It’s whatever.” You cut him off, you didn’t want to hear him thanking you only because you pointed it out.

“Can you stop acting like that?” He sighed.

“Acting like what?”

“You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!”

“Nothings wrong, everything is in the past, you never said thank you or sorry, so what? It’s in the past now. I don’t want you to say any of it now.” He went silent again. Until, you had to stop at the train tracks and wait for a train to pass.

"Please can you let me say sorry?" He sighed and broke the silence.

“Okay…I said okay.” You looked over to him, his jaw was clenched and hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. He stayed silent.

“Say it! Go on, say sorry. Say sorry, and then I can say it's okay, and everything's all right. That's what you want, isn't it?”

That’s the thing, that is exactly what Spencer wanted, but he knew that wouldn’t change anything.

“No. It's not ok. It's just how it is.” He said blankly.

“What's that supposed to mean?” You scrunched up your face.

“It wasn't just you…who had a bad time.”

“It's not a competition.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I nearly died.” He said sternly.

“Oh, apparently it is.” You huffed out and rolled your eyes.

“I nearly died!” He screamed, you didn’t have any physical reaction, no flinching, no jumping, not even blinking. At this point, you were used to him yelling at you.

“I know. I was there.” You tried to hide your hurt, the memory of him almost dying in your hands stung like a bitch.

“I'm not the answer, Spencer.” You said quietly.

“I know.” He nodded. The train finally had passed and he was able to start driving again.

The drive home was silent. Neither of you looked at each other or even made a sound once. You stared out the window, watching the bright city lights pass by.

He reached your apartment after what felt like hours of sitting there in silence.

“Thanks for the ride.” You said as you opened the car door.

“Yep.” He stared straight in front of him, refusing to make eye contact.

You closed the car door and walked inside your apartment complex.

• • • • • • •

It’s been four months since you’ve seen Spencer. You were expecting the months to turn into years like last time, but when you were driving one night you saw him walking down the sidewalk in the rain. He had his cardigan pulled over his head to cover him from the rain.

You pulled over near the sidewalk and rolled down your window. Maybe this time, you could fix everything. No arguing this time.

“It’s freezing out here and it’s raining, do you want a ride?” You shouted over the loud sound of falling rain.

“y/n?- I’m fine.” He squinted at you but when he realized who it was, his tone of voice changed completely.

“All you’ve got is that cardigan on and you're carrying that heavy ass satchel. So, do you want a ride?”

“Fine.” He sighed angrily.

The only thing Spencer said when he got in the car was “Thank you.” It was painfully silent after that…until you got stuck in the middle of late night traffic.

You fiddled around with the radio, trying to find a station playing decent music, but there was none so you just chose the one with ads playing. Eventually you turned it off, it didn’t help anything, even with noise in the background the stress of Spencer being quiet overpowered it. The rain hitting the car and the honking of angry drivers did nothing to help.

The silence was too painful so you decided to finally break it.

“Haven’t seen you in four months.” You tapped your fingers on the wheel.

“I know.”

“Anything cool happen while catching killers?”

“Nope.” He had a bit of attitude in his voice.

“What’s with the tone? You get shot again or something?” You joked.

“No.” He tried to hold back a smile but failed and ended up chuckling a little bit, which made you smile.

Cars started moving, the tension between you and him had decreased, everything felt okay. Maybe he didn’t hate you anymore.

“How’s everything been for you since you left?” His attitude immediately changed back to his snarky one. You furrowed your brows.

“You were the one who walked out, not me.” You clenched your jaw.

“I never walked out.”

“Yes, you did. After the argument three. years. ago. You basically pushed me away when I went to check on you in the hospital, you also screamed at me in the car last time.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that. You still walked out also.”

“You basically pushed me away- whatever, Emily’s alive, that’s good.” You took a long pause in the middle of your sentence.

“I know that, I’m not stupid, she joined the team for a while until she started working for Interpol.” Spencer's bitchy attitude was killing you.

“Why are you acting like such an asshole? Just a few months ago you were acting kind to me. What the fuck happened?”

“You. You happened.” He spat.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah. You ruined it. I was trying to be nice and fix us after everything that happened but you just had to be a…a bitch!”

“A bitch? This is all my fault? You made what happened to both of us at the bar shootout a competition! For fucks sake, I ran across a line of bullets to save your ass, I visited you at the fucking hospital to check if you were okay, I still hated you, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t have an eidetic memory but I know damn well not once you asked if I was.” You ranted.

“You didn’t have to do that, you could've ran the other way and saved yourself. I didn’t need your help.”

“Are you kidding- Spencer, you would’ve bled out!” You were shocked that he didn’t want you to help him, you hated him but you didn’t want him dead.

“Alex was there, so was the rest of the team, anyone could’ve helped me.” You opened your mouth to say something but stopped. What was the point of fighting anymore, you were just beating a dead horse.

“Why are we still fighting?” You sighed.

“I…I don’t know.” His voice was small.

“It’s funny, we’re in the same situation as last time we were in a car together.” You scoffed out a laugh.

“What situation?”

“Last time, you offered me a ride, now I offered you a ride, and now we’re arguing with each other again. Ironic, huh?”

“Time is a flat circle, I guess.” He shrugged.

Thank God you were pulling into his apartment complex parking lot after his last sentence. The tension had fallen again anyway.

“Night Spence.” He gave you a simple “Thanks” and ran into the building, trying to escape the rain.

• • • • • • •

Though everything went somewhat better than the first time in the car with Spencer, nothing felt fixed, and it was bothering you.

You were having a terrible day already. You spilled coffee on yourself…twice, knocked over an entire stack of papers you just organized, got screamed at and humiliated by a customer in front of everyone in the room, you fell on the sidewalk and your hands got all scraped up. All the little things piling up made you get closer and closer to crying your eyes out. Thinking of Spencer did not help one bit.

Everything today was reminding you of him, the bookstore you drove past on the way to work, the smell of fresh coffee in the office, the paintings on the walls, the music playing on the radio, the sound of harsh wind outside, somehow everything connected back to him.

Just Spencer, Spencer, Spencer, Spencer.

You couldn’t stand one more second of having him stuck in your head, you were going to break if he didn’t leave your mind.

As soon as work was over for you, you went right over to Spencer’s apartment. You only knocked twice on his door.

He opened it with a frustrated expression which quickly turned into concern when he fully saw your face.

“y/n? What happened?”

“I’ve had a long day.” That’s all you said. You bit down on your bottom lip while trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill.

“Oh, okay, can you come inside if you want.” He unlocked the chain and opened the door fully.

You did and sat down on the couch with your eyes focused on your hands glued together.

“Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?” You shook your head to every offer, not looking up once.

“Okay, um…do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He sat down next to you.

“Everything is so fucking weird and tense between us, and I hate it. I want it gone.” You blurted out to him.

“I know. I can admit that…I- I want it gone too.”

“I miss you, Spence. God, I fucking miss you. I miss you so much to the point it hurts. And, I’m exhausted…of everything, hating you and fighting. I don’t want to argue anymore.” You spewed out again while you looked him right in the eyes, even though you were about to start sobbing.

“y/n…” You could tell he had to take a minute to figure out what to say.

“I…am so sorry for everything. I was a complete and utter asshole, I didn’t want it to seem like I was jealous or angry about your success. I don’t cope with big changes well but that’s not an excuse for how I acted. I was such an asshole and I was stuck up in myself. You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m so sorry, y/n.” He sputtered out. You gave a small shaky sigh of relief.

“All I wanted to hear was for you to say sorry.” You couldn’t fight back tears anymore, they started streaming down your face as you hugged him tightly.

“I’m so sorry, I love you.” He mumbled into your hair.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

“No, I mean, I love you.” He pulled out of the hug and cupped his hands around your face.

“I know. I do too.” You smiled.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #enemies to lovers #friends to enemies #spencer x fem!reader

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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year

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The Sun Also Rises: Part 1

summary: yes. that’s it. he’s missed you and your familiar comfort. that’s all.

pairing: f!reader x javier peña

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, best friends to lovers, angst/fluff, mentions of a deceased parent, perceived unrequited love, food mention, allusions to ptsd

word count: 2.3k

an: ive been sitting on a good chunk of this for months now, and finally ive started to flesh out the ending so i thought…why not. not sure when the next part will posted but soon come, i promise! <3

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He’s done enough.

That’s what he keeps telling himself. And while it readily applies to his fight in Colombia, sometimes it creeps into other places. He’s done enough. God take him. There’s nothing left for him to be good at. Nowhere in life that his hands won’t stain, the darkest of sins on his hands.

What else could a guy like him do?

He doesn’t feel like anyone was wrong for asking him that question. He doesn’t know the answer to it himself.

What else could a guy like him do?

A guy with no roots, no relationships, nothing but loyalty to a government he doesn’t even trust. Well that’s not entirely true. There are some he doesn’t like to admit, like Steve or the soft dutifulness he feels towards Lorraine even all these years later. But then there’s his father.

There’s you.

If anything is true, he can go home and try to do his best by his father and you. Even if you are many miles away from home.

When you’d first become friends with Javier freshman year of high school you thought something was wrong with you. He flirted with almost every other girl, and if he wasn’t, he didn’t give them the time of day at all. But then he saw you, lost look on your face, and that all changed. He picked you out of that treacherous sea of kids hitting puberty and the rest was history.

You got to see sides of him that weren’t smooth and suave— sides that wiped ketchup off your cheek while eating fries, that taught you how to ride a horse and carried you all the way home when you’d fell off and twisted your ankle. Sides that cried for his mother in the darkness of the night, nothing but the stars gazing down at you as you held him.

Nonetheless you wondered what was wrong. The older you get, the more stupid it feels when you reflect on it. Sometimes the questions still sit in your head.

Why didn’t he treat you like others? Were you ugly? Was the shape of your lips not kissable? Your perfume not sweet enough?

Your mother, god rest her soul, had noticed. Even with your happiness in having Javier as a friend she saw your confidence fall.

She told you something that you’ve held onto— something you model your life after to keep yourself safe. She told you to never lose sleep over something that wasn’t a sure bet. And since then you buried any acknowledgement of Javier’s potential deep in the most inner parts of you.

He’s attractive, he’s sweet, he’s charming. Buried.

He’s funny. He’s your best friend. He makes you feel safe. He’ll always be here for you. Kept.

The sure bet was that he’d always be your friend no matter what. It’s what you hold onto in any rocky situation.

You don’t blame him when he leaves for Colombia and practically vanishes off the face of the earth. You’d seen it coming, prepared for it so that he could focus and do his best down there. But then you get the first letter and your heart jumps. You relax for the first time in months and finally realize all the tension that’s gripped your body.

He’s okay. He’s alive. He’s still your best friend.

Near the end, the letters turn to postcards and you know that he’s struggling to find the words for what’s happening to him. You write as always, hoping to be some constant in his life of chaos. In the news, you see that he’s successful in taking down the Cali Cartel. You assume he just needs time, that he’ll reach out again once he’s processed everything.

A couple months later, your gracious assumption is proven wrong. You’re home for the summer, and at the grocery store grumbling your way through the terrible list of things your father wants to pick up when you spot him in the produce aisle.

For a few moments, you just soak in every detail about him. His hair is just as floppy as always, his skin is smooth and golden. He’s still your Javi but he looks tired, frayed at the edges. You notice how he scans his surroundings often, one of his hands sat on his hip as if ready for action. Once he’s satisfied with the distance between him and others around him, he goes back to picking through the apples, his nimble fingers pressing and prodding.

You cross the aisles, keeping your distance as you call out to him gently, “Javi?”

He turns around immediately, his hand ghosting the empty place where his gun once sat. His eyes rake over your frame, and he straightens up. The sight of you knocks the air out of his lungs, sitting his head right and clear on his shoulders.

Have you always looked like this? So comforting and…ethereal?

He breathes your name almost as a prayer, the relief permeating him.

With an easy smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, Javier can’t remember why he was so worried to see you again. You look at him with that same unconditional affection you always have, and put his nerves at ease. He reaches for you, bringing you in for a hug that you eagerly return.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home,” You whisper against the shell of his ear.

“I needed time.”

Pulling away you see it, how his eyes glaze over slightly, looking haunted. While that softens your heart further for him, you couldn’t be mad at him if you tried.

“That’s okay. I’m not angry,” You say with a soft smile and he relaxes, releases you until it’s just your hands in his.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m home for the summer. Perks of working at a university.”

“I get you for the whole summer?”

“Till the second week of August then it’s back up North.”

“And how’s Ricky?”

“Good. I’m here picking up all his house essentials, along with some food that’ll actually give him some vitamins.”

Javi leans in to look at the list you hold up, eyes squinting, “His entire list is junk, huh?”

“Shit tons of it,” You agree with a laugh before nudging him with your elbow. “What about Chucho? How’s he?”

“Happy I’m home. Working me like a dog.”

“And you?”

“Me?”

“Are you happy you’re home?” You clarify.

He stares at you a beat, that shy smile that’s always been reserved for you spreading across his face, “I am now.”

The two of you make quick work of the rest of your father and Chucho’s lists. Javier mentions that Chucho’s at bingo too, and invites you over to the house for dinner.

“Javi, unless something’s changed since the last I saw you…you don’t cook.”

He laughs, “No, nothing’s changed.”

“Then you come over to mine, let me cook in my own kitchen.”

It takes no time for you at all to whip up dinner which is two juicy steaks, mashed potatoes and a veggie mix. Javier sips a glass of whiskey slower than usual as he watches you float around the kitchen, barefoot, your hair down and framing your features. He can’t take his eyes off of you, not even when he offers to help you, and he ends up nicking himself when cutting up carrots. You tease him as you bandage him up, claiming he can fire all sorts of firearms but was defeated by a carrot, to which he protests.

It's easy to slip back into the comfortable relationship that you have always had. He asks you a multitude of questions about the last 10 years, the two of you huddled up at the corner of the kitchen table as you eat and chat.

He can’t bring himself to bring up what he wants to know most about; your love life.He feels like he’s in a fever dream with the thoughts he’s been thinking since he saw you. Was he…interested in you? Is this what this is? The unusual flutter in his chest and the slickness of his hands. You’re so pretty. You’ve always been this pretty though, he doesn’t understand. Maybe it’s because he’s missed you.

Yes. That’s it. He’s missed you and your familiar comfort. That’s all.

When you walk him to his car, he turns to you, thrumming his fingers against the fabric of his jeans.

You frown, noticing his nervousness, “What is it?”

He hesitates, running a hand over the back of his neck as he looks up at the night sky, “I don’t know, I just…I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You’re genuinely curious, not just trying to make him work for it.

“I stopped writing and I didn’t tell you I’d be home. I pulled away.”

“It was horrific wasn’t it?”

He hums, rough in his chest, both of hands coming to rest on his hips as he looks down at the ground.

You reach out, lift his chin with the tip of your finger, “Then you were just trying to protect me. It’s alright.”

Javier’s eyes widen slightly at your proximity, and the aching need to sink into your touch. Instead he takes your hand into his, plants a kiss on it like he always used to.

“Thanks. Thank you. Really, I’m…I’m struggling.”

“Not alone though,” You remind him tenderly and he smiles.

“Let’s go to the lake tomorrow?”

The lake. A place that you only brought each other to. It’s stupidly sacred to you both, even though it’s a public park. He’d never even taken Lorraine there, though that all made more sense when you sped him away from his wedding in your old pickup truck on that hot summer day.

“Sure.” You agree easily, “What time?”

“Sunrise?”

“Sunrise.”

It’s around 5 a.m. the next morning when you wake, getting dressed and brewing coffee. The first sips of it sink deep into your bones, perking up the rest of your senses. You pull out a thermos, pour Javi a cup and then head out to sit on the porch.

Javi pulls up in his truck, and when you run down the stairs and hop into his truck with coffee in hand, it feels like the good ol’ days, untainted by all the politics and violence. He’s got classical music playing like always, and the two of you just sip coffee and ride in a comfortable silence. It’s always so easy with him, in a way it isn’t with anyone else.

He brings his coffee when both of you walk to your designated picnic table, the one that’s a little high up and overlooks the lake. It’s the best place in town to watch the sunrise, though maybe you’re biased because of the nostalgia and the company.

Gold and red and orange, the first colors of the sun peak over the horizon. Javier feels like he’s completely at peace, like his past doesn’t exist and that life has always been just like this. He wishes it had been. That he’d just stayed with you and that he’d made his number one priority being your best friend.

“Did you ever watch the sunrise in Colombia?” You ask, head perched on his shoulder.

“A few times when I couldn’t sleep.”

“Were they this beautiful?” You lean forward, and Javier can get a good look at you like this.

He doesn’t look away from you when he answers, “No, nothing beats this.”

“Will you tell me about it? You say after a few moments of quiet.

He makes a disagreeable sound in the back of his throat, “There’s not much good for me to tell you. And what happened to me protecting you from it?”

“I didn’t say it had to be good. I mean…have you talked to anyone about it? When’s the last time you talked to Steve?”

“Murphy and I don’t talk about it. He’s got a family, a kid, he’s moved on.”

“He’d be there for you if you needed it. You just never let anyone in.”

“I let you in plenty.”

“You stopped writing, Javi. You didn’t call. You didn’t tell me you were home,” And though your voice isn’t unkind it makes him wince.

“We’ve already established-“

“That you were protecting me, and it’s sweet. I appreciate it, you know that I do, but maybe I don’t need protection. Maybe I just need you to let me take care of you.”

He doesn’t reply, your words gripping his ability to formulate a response and holding it hostage.

“I didn’t know what to think. I was worried about you, about everything.”

He frowns, “Everything?”

“About us,” You whisper, feeling so stupid again. Feeling like that girl he’d befriended all those years ago.

He’s been through so much, horrible, scarring things that you could never imagine, and this is what you bring up.

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, “You don’t ever have to worry about us.”

You’re so warm against his side, you fit perfectly. Soft and comfortable next to him, he wants this, always. It isn’t just your familiarity and comfort. It’s you— your essence.

He wants you.

You nod, taking a deep breath as you get yourself together, “You’re right, this isn’t about us, it’s about you.”

“I’ll tell you some of it tomorrow, right now I just wanna sit here with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You sit there with him until the sun is all the way over the horizon, mostly in silence, but occasionally one of you will point out a bird or squirrel that passes by. When he gets you home, he walks you up to the door as always.

“Lunch and a ride tomorrow?”

“Is it your goal to wear me out all summer?” You tease, hand resting on his chest.

He shrugs with a smug grin, “Somebody’s gotta do it.”

You poke him in the chest with a serious look, “Don’t work too hard out there today.”

“Take that up with Pops,” He captures your hand with his, brings it up for that habitual kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

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#javier peña x fem!reader #javier peña x reader #f!reader x javier peña #javier pena x you #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fic #narcos fanfiction #arson writes narcos #not sfw

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theangelwithawand · 10 months

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Shakespeare Incorrect Quotes: Much Ado About Nothing 4

Benedick : Am I right, Beatrice?

Beatrice: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

Hero: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars.

Hero, gesturing to Beatrice and Benedick fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

Friar Francis: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand?

Imogen: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.

Benedick: I have been tricked, I have been backstabbed, and I have quite possibly been bamboozled.

Benedick: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

Beatrice: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

Hero: While I'm gone, you're in charge Claudio.

Claudio: Yes!

Hero, whispering to Beatrice: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.

Beatrice: Obviously.

Beatrice: What do I get?

Benedick: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Beatrice: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.

Benedick: It won't be you.

Beatrice: I'll get my coat.

Hero, pointing a camera at Beatrice: There they are, our sweet baby.

Beatrice, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Beatrice: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I think.

Claudio: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.

Beatrice: And you came to me?

Claudio: Hero, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Hero: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Claudio: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Benedick.

Hero: Wait- Claudio, no-

*At the police station*

Beatrice: Hi, I’m here for Benedick.

Police officer: Who’s Benedick?

Beatrice: Ah, you must be new.

Beatrice: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Hero: But we lost Claudio.

Beatrice: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

Beatrice, to Claudio: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

Hero: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Claudio: Mine just says "Claudio no."

Hero: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Beatrice: I didn't drink that much last night.

Hero: You were flirting with Benedick.

Beatrice: So what? They're my partner.

Hero: You asked if they were single.

Hero: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Claudio: I only have 6 weeks left to live.

Don Pedro: Oh my god, really?!

Claudio: It's just a guesstimate based on the choices I've made.

Leonato: I just found out from Hero today that when Claudio died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Beatrice said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Beatrice: Benedick and I got married!!

Hero: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

Beatrice: Claudio, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement-

Claudio: Aww, thanks-

Beatrice: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

Beatrice: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Claudio: Benedick, why are you standing in front of the fan?

Benedick: I’m waiting for Beatrice to look into our window when they come home. When the fan is blowing on me, I look like a fancy supermodel.

Claudio: You want Beatrice to think you’re a supermodel?

Benedick: Giving them eye candy is the least I can do. It’ll probably be the best part of their walk!

Claudio, sarcastically: You’re selfless.

Benedick: Thank you for noticing.

Hero: *trying to get five seconds of sleep*

Beatrice, poking Hero’s arm: Hero Hero. Hero. Hero.

Hero: WHAT?

Beatrice: …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Claudio: *working in a flower shop and minding their own business*

Benedick, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???

Claudio: Hey, Benedick? Can I get some dating advice?

Benedick: Just because I'm with Beatrice doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Beatrice: I hate you.

Benedick: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Benedick: Beatrice and I are no longer dating.

Beatrice: Benedick, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Claudio: How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Hero: *blushing* I—

Benedick, butting into the conversation: Beatrice is perfect, thanks for asking.

#much ado #much ado about nothing #beatrice #benedick #ben and bea #benedick and beatrice #incorrect shakespeare #shakespeare

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pokidot · 8 months

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MANDELA — eleven

To put it lightly, Hu Tao was overwhelmed by both the pain and emotion to the point where she had collapsed in the car. So other than the fact that it was completely embarrassing, she didn’t have any other complaints about being in the car with her idol of choice.

The idol of choice being you, if you didn’t get the memo.

Last thing she could remember, she was inside the car of two people who could easily be swatted with the way things were going. And now, with her bleary vision and her swollen eyes she kept finding a futile attempt to frantically blink them, Hu Tao realized that there were now more than just the two she was with now.

"Sheesh. You got her good, huh."

"It was self defense."

"That only applies when they actually fight you."

"You can fight me right now."

"You wouldn't survive."

"God, I'm really hungry right now. There's gotta be something in this store that won't give me diabetes."

"Hey! You can't eat that without paying for it."

The communication, albeit not going anywhere, made her dizzy. There wasn't even anything wrong with the rest of her face anymore, but she could still feel the mucus and snot that was emitting from the depths of her nose. All she could do is withstand the consistent wiping every time the pipes leaked.

She figured out she sat on a wooden stool behind a convenience store counter, hands clasping at a tissue as she dabbed at her teary eyes gingerly. She gained her sentience back once she figured out that there were now more than you and Kuni with her.

Seven figures, all hovering over her in hope that she would come to soon stood in a semi-circle. She wasn’t sure whether they were genuinely concerned or if they just wanted to get to their destination quickly, but based on vibes, it was a clusterfuck.

Kazuha, breath suspended in anticipation, finally exhaled. “You came to, good! It was feeling more and more like we kidnapped you the longer I stood here.”

“Close to it; the worker almost called the police on us.” Aether said.

The air was tinged with a mix of emotions on your behalf, a tapestry woven from compassion, remorse, and a profound desire to speed up the process.

The girl sat on a simple wooden stool, her hands clasping a tissue as she gingerly dabbed at her teary eyes. “Ooooh,” Hu Tao sounded out in exhaustion. “That was a doozy. Kind of reminded me of when I got ran over by horses, except this time, I was actually a victim.”

“Excuse me?” Kuni scoffed. "I'm glad you have the energy to be witty. Real comforting. Drop it, I want to know the real reason why you were near their house."

"Haha...what?" Hu Tao brazenly replied.

"Okay, Kuni, relax. I'm sure she's harmless." You held your hands up to him and waved, a wry smile. "I didn't sit her down to grill her, she's exciting, fresh, and fun."

He rolled his eyes immediately. "Please, she sounds like a deodorant. You," He pointed towards the victim in question. "Start talking."

"Okay...he's right. I have a confession." Hu Tao's shoulders dropped in defeat.

"You really are a backstabber? Because (Y/N) still has that hairspray." Heizou warned.

"What? No! I was going to say," Hu Tao took a sharp breath in. "I was at the presentation, yes, but...I may have been more interested in going for my...own advantages? Heh."

"You don't want to look for ghosts?" Aether's eyebrows rose.

"Knew I got creepy vibes from her." Heizou jutted his thumb towards the door. "Let's make a run for it while we still have the chance."

"Rude...let's hear her out." Kazuha murmured.

"I don't want to hear anybody out who willingly fraternizes with ghosts." Xiao added.

"FRATERNIZE is a strong word. And don't call them ghosts, they don't take kindly to that word. You don't want roaming spirits to be pissed off at you." Hu Tao held a finger quickly up to her lips in urgency. "But no, shocker, they aren't my first priority. I want to know what's going on deeper in Mori Grove."

"Isn't that what we're trying to do?" You blinked.

"Maybe! But I've been trying to look for an excuse to go longer than any of you thought of it!" Hu Tao stuck her tongue out teasingly. "Who knew I had to make a college club to get there?"

Her words hung in the air like ethereal wisps, each fact after fact carrying a weight that seemed to ripple throughout all of them. But Venti, out of all of them, was still not convinced.

He held his hand on his thoughtful cheek, his eyes suspicious and curious at the girl. They flickered with intrigue, "Sounds like you know a lot more than you're giving us. What'cha looking for? Some ancient burial ground?"

"I can't...really tell you."

"I know I'm not the best at time management, but shouldn't we hurry?" You suspended the moment of tension, "The highway isn't going to be open for long, there's already construction guys there."

"Fair point. Let's go." Kuni motioned the collective spirit of six towards the convenience store door (to which the cashier was delighted by such news).

But amidst the flow of the group, Hu Tao stood up, and the violet haired man turned back towards her with a squint. "Not you, though. You can stay here."

"What!" Hu Tao's mouth dropped open. "You can't do that! I gave you a reason!"

Kuni's eyes dulled. "You gave me a reason like you were late to class because your dog ate your homework. Hasta la vista."

Aether looked at Kuni. "I didn't know you spoke French."

"That's...not..." Venti couldn't help but smile. "Nevermind~"

"We can't just leave her here." Kazuha sighed in defeat. "We already bothered the worker here enough."

"I'm glad you know." The cashier comically added in a murmur while they kept reading their outdated newspaper.

"If she doesn't want to tell us, then I'm not wasting my time trying to get an answer out of her." Kuni's eyes dulled. "I'd be more than willing to ditch someone who wasted our time, especially when they just want to hitch a ride off us."

"I hitch rides off you all the time, Kuni! She just wants to go to Mori Grove." You looked at Kuni, still stone-faced as ever. "If she doesn't have the same motive, fine, but she never said she would just go her own way."

"That is the point she was trying to make, though." Xiao added lowly.

"I don't care." Kuni said flatly, before looking back at Hu Tao. "You tell us what you think you plan to achieve, and I'll take back what I said, but you're so suspicious it emits fumes off of you."

"I don't-"

"If you believe her so much, then you can stay with her too. Call me when you wake up." Kuni cut you off.

Hu Tao stopped in her tracks, her mouth still open in shock. She found herself so ensnared in a struggle that her thoughts became mush caught in a strong wind. She panicked once Kuni started to walk off. "Okay, fine!"

As he turned towards her, her brows knit, and her eyes became bewildered with uncertainty. "I'll tell you in the car." Her shoulders dropped.

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museywrites · 7 months

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Xiantober 2023 - Day 1: Dad!Xian

Word Count: 1,323 Pairing: Wangxian Tags: Parent Wei Ying, Children with unnamed ex, Smooth Lan Zhan, OC Children, MPREG

Wei Ying heaved a sigh and watched as his three young children ran around the park. Today was his first day off in almost two weeks, and he was exhausted. Between getting up early (never an easy task for Wei Ying), getting the kids ready and off to daycare, the grueling tasks at work, and then feeding, bathing, and playing with his beloved children after work, he was wiped out.

He wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for 1,000 years. But that's not what parents get to do.

Of course, Wei Ying loved his children, and he would do this every day without question, but that didn't mean he wasn't tired. He wanted a new job as well, but with such little time for himself, he never really had a chance to apply to new places.

So for now, he'd deal.

After rubbing his eyes, he noticed the twins fighting for control of the slide and he frowned. "Baihe! HeLian! Share the slide!"

A little pouty chorus of "Yes, baba!" sounded and Wei Ying nodded, pleased that they were listening.

Wei Ying stifled another yawn before he heard someone close by clear their throat and he turned to see who it was.

He half expected it to be some other parent, ready to complain to him about how he's raising his children, but what he didn't expect, was the world's most beautiful man to be standing there with two cups in his hand, looking rather unsure.

"Pardon me," he started rather unsurely. "I hope you don't find this rude or uncomfortable. But I noticed how tired you seemed..."

He frowned, realizing that likely wouldn't be something someone would want to hear. "But, I just grabbed a tea for myself, and thought you might like a coffee as well."

At first, Wei Ying had half a mind to tell this beautifully sculpted man, with his perfectly tuned voice to fuck off.

Of course he was tired! He was a single parent of three, had no help, had a shitty job, the list went on and on! The last thing he needed was some god-like stranger telling him how tired he was.

But then he heard about the coffee.

Then, he noticed the little boy peeking out from behind him.

Oh.

Oh, he was just another parent looking out for another parent. Wei Ying gave a tired smile and nodded. "You have no idea how good a coffee sounds right now, thanks a bunch! How much was it? I can pay you back."

The man handed over the coffee and then gently touched the little boy's head. "Jingyi, go play."

He nodded and hurried off to play and Wei Ying noticed he instantly gravitated towards his A-Yuan.

"You do not need to pay me back," the man finally addressed. "May... I sit?"

"Oh, fuck! Yeah, sorry." He grabbed the bag beside him, moved it to the ground, scooted over for him as the man sat down. "Are you sure? You definitely didn't need to do that. Buy a stranger a coffee I mean."

"I am certain." He assured, he seemed uncomfortable, like he wasn't used to striking up conversation.

"Well, thanks a bunch." Wei Ying took a sip of the coffee and sighed happily. "It's hard wrangling three kids into a coffee shop, and my coffee maker is broken- go figure, so I haven't had any today."

"Is... your partner not able to help watch them while you get a cup?"

"Oh, pfft, nah. That ass is a deadbeat that I haven't seen since the twins were born. It's just me."

The man seemed surprised by that, unsure how anyone could just leave their children, or their significant other. Especially one as beautiful as this man.

"You're son is cute." Wei Ying spoke up, breaking the man's train of thought.

"My... son? Oh! No," he shook his head. "Jingyi is my nephew."

"Oh! Shit, my bad. You two just look so much alike, I assumed. Sorry!"

"No, it's alright. You're not the first to assume."

Wei Ying smiled a little, the coffee certainly waking him up a little. "Well, he's lucky to have such a handsome uncle!" A pause. "Caring! I meant caring uncle!"

The man's lips quirked briefly into a smile before his neutral expression returned once more and Wei Ying thought he'd kill to see that smile last.

"Mn. And your children are lucky to have such a beautiful father."

Wei Ying's eyes widened and he sputtered lightly, spitting some of his precious coffee out. "Wha- n-no, i--" He laughed a little. "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm a fucking mess." He glanced down at himself, clothes that he was pretty sure weren't in the clean pile, a few food stains from the kids, dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess.

"I disagree." The man said simply, taking a sip of his tea. "I think you are stunning. Perhaps... Perhaps it is a good thing you 'look like a mess'. If you looked any more gorgeous, you would be causing accidents."

Silver eyes widened in disbelief, looking at this Adonis of a man as if he said the most outrageous thing in the world. And he had! Yet. Here was Wei Ying, with his heart fluttering against his ribcage. He cleared his throat and hid his face against his coffee cup.

"I don't think that's fair coming from the world's most gorgeous man."

"Most gorgeous? But I'm the one who said it, not you." Once more, Wei Ying sputtered, looking at this man in absolute disbelief. But the man in question only raised his brow lightly, lips twitching into a faint smirk that was gone almost instantly.

All of it left Wei Ying flustered beyond belief. He had never been flirted with so shamelessly before!

Normally, he was the shameless one. So all he could do was clear his throat, take a sip of his glorious coffee, and introduce himself.

"I'm Wei Ying."

"Mn, it is a pleasure to meet you, Wei Ying. I am Lan Zhan."

And that is how two strangers met for the first time, kickstarting their future together.

For three months, Lan Zhan 'courted' Wei Ying. Which mostly meant he came over and cooked dinner while Wei Ying tended to the kids. It meant he stayed past their bedtime and talked with Wei Ying until the other passed out from exhaustion.

Lan Zhan would then carry him to the bedroom, and leave, making sure the door was locked.

It meant he would invite Wei Ying and the children out, happily helping with them and playing with them to give Wei Ying a brief moment to himself.

Eventually, it meant convincing Wei Ying to leave the children with Lan Zhan's brother or uncle so they could go on dates.

To say that he spoiled Wei Ying was an understatement. Their dates ranged from beautiful restaurants, to quiet picnics in the park, even to lavish in-home dates where Lan Zhan made a beautiful meal and the pair soaked in a bubble bath with candles for just a tad too long.

Wei Ying was head over heels.

When Lan Zhan officially asked him to be his boyfriend, he made it very clear that he wanted to be a part of the children's life. How could Wei Ying say no? He adored this man. The children loved him. They meshed so well together.

In less than a year, they were married. Wei Ying and the kids moved into Lan Zhan's beautiful home,

Wei Ying ended up putting in his two week notice only a month later when he learned he and Lan Zhan were expecting their first child together. Lan Zhan insisted he not work during his pregnancy. With his job, they would be fine.

Nine months later, they welcomed a little girl called YueHa to their family. And for once, life was truly perfect.

END

#Wangxian #Xiantober2023 #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #MuseyWrites #Mpreg

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rxttenfish · 5 months

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Mmm my love, what are some of your favorite things about Liam? Which other ROs work best as friends with him, and why?

Shipping meme.

the other ROs who work best as friends with liam is all of the ROs because they're all friends :)

ANYHOW FUCK YEAH I LOVE LIAM

he's!!!! so good!!! he was what got me into monprom (well, him and miranda...) for a reason and i still love him sosososo much. my beloved. my darling chewtoy. i want to eat him. i want to shake him until all the stuffing flies out of him and he dies forever. he's my fav and he gives me the cuteness aggression <3

first of all i just love his shitheadedness. like, he's designed to be a character who's easy to hate and be annoyed by and for him to do it with that snide confidence while also being so ridiculously ineffective and easily thwarted by his own rules and preferences that he sets that it's like watching him walk into rakes that he sat down. i adore a character who's their own punchline, who makes up their own silly rules and then has to deal with the consequences and just... opts to do that instead of realizing they made up these rules and they don't have to stick with them. or even knowing that, yes, they could just not have to deal with the consequences of their own made up rules, but no they don't want to. no one is making him do this. he has to do it anyways. it's wonderful. there's a reason him and polly are friends and its because of their mutual love of The Bit.

this is also why i rather like his just... entire stupid "holier than thou" attitude that so many other people seem to get tripped up on - because it's directly a farce. of course, it's a farce for the other characters this applies to as well, vera and miranda and damien are all equally as stupid as every other character in this series, but liam feels like the only one who's sincerely self-aware of that. he has gone on the spiritual journey. he has looked into himself. he knows this is stupid and dumb of him and he's not nearly as smart as anyone, especially not himself, makes him out to be. he will still act like it though.

why. why is he doing this. i mean part of it is, yeah, he doesn't actually want to let go of it and move on, but he has the flimsiest excuses for that and he knows it. but also i think he's just having a good time with it, tbh.

i've already mentioned before how liam is a confirmed masochist, and he's also among the characters who most talk about their fetishes, which is how i know this. he spends so much time talking about what he's into. you blackmail him and it's almost certainly a sex thing for him. as much as horny things come up, especially with other characters like polly, there's more detachment on their side, more plausible deniability. i like that liam just... lacks that. there's no plausible deniability about what he's getting out of this.

and god i just - i love characters where we can tell they're having a grand ol' time too, yaknow? this is also why i like miranda, where you can tell that she is playing up her own dramatic nature because it's fun for her (or she's using it to manipulate someone else), but liam absolutely goes the furthest with this. there's an aspect where he's so image-obsessed that he willfully becomes a parody of himself, parodying his own behavior and playing with it through the ups and downs, and this sets him out from all the other ROs to me. he's the character who most feels like there's a possibility that he's actually not having a bad time during failed events, and i LOVE that as just something on the table.

and the lore! the liam lore!! connecting him back to my dearest underutilized, underappreciated, underloved side characters, the coven!!! just... adding in his guilt and his effective need to make up for his past, for all that he's done, the suggestion that he's purposefully picking harmless things to do and a harmless personality for himself to inhabit on top of everything above? MWAH, wonderful, gorgeous, no further notes needed. i do still prefer him more with faith than joy exactly, but honestly this matters so much less to me than the complicated emotional milieu all of it leaves behind all the same.

the way that it mixes in with his genuine care of his friends and the way that he seems to act like the mom friend, fretting and worrying and caring about the others even if he tries not to show it. the way that liam can act as both as silly as everyone else, as much a part of the chaos as everyone else, and also as the straight man, as someone who is trying to maybe suggest them slow down a little. mwah mwah mwah. everything is so wonderful about liam it's genuinely hard to pick a favorite, he just has so much going on and such a rich inner world that it's hard to really have a bad time with him involved. i also just love his friendship with miranda and GOD i love how they all feel like friends. love it. love it so so much.

honestly i think the worst thing about liam is how much the latter games end up flattening him and making him boring, sticking way too much to the stereotypes and fanon, which should be considered a crime for a character that you just want to see flounce around no matter what happens to him.

anyhow <3 liam <3 im going to punt him into orbit like the football <3

#all the care guide says is 'biomass'#monster prom #asks #apocritast #LIAM MY FAV LIAM #still forever mad at that one survey that happened that said that liam and miranda were the least favorite ROs of the fandom #get some TASTE they are wonderful and fun and i adore them so #im sorry you love your demon twink so much you dont know how to have fun

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skippyv20 · 11 months

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Hello Dear Skippy !

I loved your old people post ! Today is my birthday - I am officially 63 yrs old. I say officially because for some reason for most all of last year I thought I was 63 and then someone would correct me and remind me I was 62.

I haven't agonized about getting older since my late 40s.. firmly believing it is a true blessing to get older because so many wonderful people are not given that chance. I will admit that I continued to color my medium to dark brown hair with blonde highlights until last March, I wish I had stopped sooner because now I have a few thick bands of my natural color bordered by areas streaked white and gray from about my ears back . Around my face, I have almost all white for my bangs left of my center part and on the right side my bangs are streaks of white, gray and my natural color and my hair from eye level down framing my face is whitish/blonde. I love mother nature's color choices better than anything applied at the salon !

At some point over the last couple of years, I have let go of a lot of the trivial issues that used to worry me. I do worry about ageing ... not getting older but ageing and how quickly 20 years can fly by - I would be 83. I worry about who will look after my daughter with CRPS and how my youngest is only 28 yrs old and how much I hope I am still around when he turns 60. That leads me to worrying about how much care I might need at 95 and then I tell myself to stop counting down the future and enjoy the moments I have now.

You are aware that sometimes my life gets very busy and often stressful with 5 kids and 4 grandchildren and extended family.. and I get tired and moan about needing some "me" time but I cherish every minute of it. Every day, I am here to be a mom, grandma, sister, cousin, aunt and friend is a cherished gift.

Truth be told - these days my most worrying thought of the day is trying to decide if I want to lose 10 lbs to better fit into my clothes or gain 10 lbs to better fit into my wrinkles.. lolol

A Very Happy Birthday to you my dear friend! I do understand losing or gaining a yr or two, now and then. I do it myself. I have to consciously tell myself how old I am.

Yes, you are so right, Mother Nature does amazing things with our hair. I did have Covid hair like the other anon mentioned. Then when I could get it coloured again, I went and had it done. It seemed to take forever, and then I decided I had no patience to sit in the chair. So stopped. I do get a “spit and shine” (as I call it).

Worrying about loved ones when we are gone. You know, I remember talking with my dad about that. He told me this…”when I am gone to heaven, God will make sure to keep things running down here for you”. Life will keep going when I am gone. God will have everything already figured out for everyone”.

I can remember asking my mom once in awhile….”what will I do when you are gone?”…..she would say..”you will be ok”. When she was in the hospital dying, one night I asked her “what will I do when you are gone.?” She said “I don’t know”. Well, when she said that I froze, it seriously scared me. Then I realized she didn’t know. She couldn’t know. Only God knew what I would do without her. After she passed, I felt her with me…I still do. My sister told me to “always remember whose daughter I am, because that is what will keep me going”. We can’t spend time worrying about our loved ones after we are gone. If we do that, it will take away the real pleasure we have with them. Fear of the unknown is sneaky. It can overtake us and paralyze us….we have to let it go, we have trust that God will take care of them, as he took care of us when we have lost our parents. It will be ok.

I don’t spend anytime worrying about clothes….if they don’t fit…it is the dryer’s fault. Wrinkles? No, I don’t do wrinkles. If you believe they exist…they will show up! They don’t exist in my mind. Not allowed! Love and hugs to you! Happy Birthday!

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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you may be poison, but sure as hell taste like honey

[Taste Of A Poison Paradise Ch. 3] - Series Overview

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ooohh last chapter!! Thank you to everyone who gave their feedback all throughout ;-; i love all of u! title from oh my god - (g)i-dle

Warnings: 18+, darkfic,mother-in-law!agatha, infidelity and adultery, reader having full-on morality and sexuality crisis, semi-public sex, praising, mommy kink, twisted use of wedding vow, manipulation, agatha the sweet mother that she is having some mercy for his son <3 minors dni!!!

ch. 2

This craving is gonna be (almost gonna be), deadly

Agatha indeed helped with the pre-wedding jitters. You aren’t even nervous about the wedding anymore. Thanks, or no thanks to Agatha, it was now the least of your worries as other pressing issues filled your mind.

One of the aftermaths was that you were now having illicit thoughts about her fucking you deep until you forget your name.

The term ‘monster-in-law’ is common knowledge for you. Admittedly, you thought Agatha was one of those, but after…everything, you quite can’t place how you feel towards her.

On the other hand, Agatha thinks that the term is not fit for her. The ‘overbearing mother scheming to ruin his son’s relationship who will do everything she can to make him call off the wedding’ does not necessarily describe her. The ‘scheming’, yes, absolutely. She was actually waiting for this since Frank announced your engagement.

You tried to shake the dirty thoughts off, but as you looked at Franklin’s baby blue eyes, you knew you were doomed.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

At the priest’s confirmation, Frank lifted the veil covering your face to capture your lips. You had kissed him one too many times before this day, but why does this one feel so… off? It lacks the softness and delicateness to it that you just had begun to miss (and crave).

The room echoed with applause and cheers from the guests as you both pulled away. Your eyes landed on Agatha, who had a sly grin on her lips.

The woman never left your mind the whole time, and it doesn’t help that in every turn of your head, you could see her with her eyes already on you.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom farthest from the main venue, wishing there were no other people in there for you to collect your thoughts. As you opened the door, you sighed in relief at the bleak lights and quiet of your little refuge welcoming you.

Leaning against the sink, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, everything that happened in the past few hours came crashing down on you. Your eyes flickered to the silver band on your ring finger glistening under the light.

My god, what have you done?

Guilt, remorse, and shame were all that you could feel as you realized you just cheated on your boyfriend–now husband, with his mother of all people.

It’s technically cheating, isn’t it? Despite the fact that you had done it to ‘teach’ you.

Because you liked it.

You wouldn’t admit it because of your pride and few of your morals hanging on by a thread, but you loved it. You’re probably crazy but you need it–you need her. Agatha is now an inevitable part of your life, and the promise of what’s coming has your stomach forming knots.

Aside from that, you don’t even want to think about the sexuality crisis. Not wanting to think about this complicated stuff right now, you just settled on the fact that you certainly are not straight.

How would you even act normal at your house with Agatha with you? You were beginning to doubt yourself if you could even handle your desire given how insatiable the brunette was. The same thing applies to Agatha. Fuck.

At this point, you don’t even want to think at all.

The sound of the door opening startled you, and your hands moved to open the faucet to pretend you were washing your hands and not totally having an internal dilemma.

“That dress leaves a little to my imagination, don’t you think?”

Your gaze shot up to the mirror, Agatha’s reflection staring back at you as she leans on the wall with a smug look on her face. “I picked it out for you.”

Well, of course, she did.

After the ceremony, you changed from your wedding gown to a white lace edge cocktail dress.

“You know my size?” Heh. What was that response? You internally scoffed at yourself for your attempt in a conversation.

Naturally. She has very observant eyes. How could she not when she had her eyes on you from the beginning?

Agatha shrugged as she walked towards you. She was directly behind you, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders. “I almost don’t want to take this off you,” she purred, her mouth gently nibbling your ear.

You tried to move away, but the brunette has you cornered. All of your attempts to avoid the walking temptation were futile. Agatha pressed her body to yours, and you shuddered when you felt the bulge of her strap poking your backside.

“You looked gorgeous in your wedding gown, sweetheart,” Agatha rests her chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror. “Not as gorgeous when naked, though.”

“Agatha…” the woman in question renders you speechless again, her hips pressing to you, arms looping around your waist.

She could see the hesitation in your eyes. Agatha knew you would eventually feel this way after being given some time to mull over what happened between you.

But oh, just a few coaxing words and touches here and there will get you to break completely, the broken pieces of you will be for her to fix according to her keen desires.

“We shouldn’t really… do this. I’m married now,” breathlessly, you tried to put on a brave face. “I’m married to your son.”

“Where was this Y/N earlier when you were moaning my name like you’re praying to God? Hmm?”

You stiffened as you realized she was right. Frank was completely out of your mind like he doesn’t even exist. During that moment, it was all just you and Agatha, mostly her, and she knows you know it.

“I believe you were just thinking about your mother-in-law fucking you against the glass, honey. Or am I wrong?”

Your shoulders sagged in defeat as you turned around to face Agatha. You shook your head and buried your face in the crook of her neck. “Don’t act all shy and innocent, you were grinding your pretty pussy on my face a couple of hours ago,” she coos, her tone slightly condescending. Her hands come up to sweetly pat your hair.

“I do want you,” you admitted sheepishly. “But Fra–”

Hearing you admit it out loud, at last, has Agatha teeming with excitement. “Shh. No one will ever know, baby. He will never know.”

The woman gently tilted your head to look you in the eyes. “It could be our little secret.”

You never thought just how hot the color blue could be when you’re subjected to Agatha’s fiery gaze.

She leaned in, leaving a little space – giving you a choice to leave if you really wanted out, and when she felt that you don’t, she had finally captured your lips. A broken moan slipped past your mouth as you melt under her to the hilt. It’s a lot different than how you were kissing earlier, this one all soft and gentle that’s making your heart flutter.

Chattering noises could be heard just outside the door making you pull away from each other, and at Agatha’s surprisingly quick movements, you find yourselves locked behind one of the bathroom stalls. Your eyes were wide as you heard the door open. You were sure whoever that was just heard Agatha close the door in an abrupt manner.

Good thing your back was resting against the wall or else you would have collapsed in fear. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as they knocked on your stall, your hands fisting Agatha’s suit jacket tightly.

There's a knock on your stall. “Have you seen the bride?” the lady asked. “We need her for photos.”

Agatha looked at you. “No, I haven’t seen her,” Agatha answered. “Sorry.”

“That’s alright. If you see her tell her to come immediately!” she added before leaving, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

When she was sure that the lady left already, she slowly removed her hand from your mouth. “Where were we?” she asked, lips leaning in to kiss you with that shit-eating grin on her lips. It amazes you how cocky she can get.

You feel like you had spent eternity making out in the confined space as you draw back, the two of you panting heavily. You were sure your lipstick was just as smeared as hers with the intensity. You actually feel light-headed from all that.

“Did you hear what that woman said?”

You shot her a confused look. “That they’re looking for me?”

“If I see you, I should tell you to come immediately.”

All the blood in your body rushed to your face with the innuendo. “Right here…? Now?”

“Do you always get so flustered?” The nerve of this woman to chuckle at you. “And yes. Unless you want to make a show of how good you are for me?”

“No. And it’s not really fair how you get me all worked up, you know,” you bite back. Agatha grinned amusingly.

“Well, I like seeing you like this, doll. All hot and bothered,” her lips brushed against yours, wandering hands sliding down to cup your pussy, earning a suppressed moan from you. “Soaking wet just for me.”

Agatha laughed quietly as you bucked your hips against her hand. “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”

She drew her hand back, and promptly replaced it with her thigh, pushing it into your center. “Agatha, just- please,” you didn’t know what exactly are you asking for, but you need her to do something to appease your ever-growing need.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

You bite your lips as you nodded eagerly, willing to take anything the woman would give you. Her hands slid down to grip your hips, guiding them to move against her thigh wedged between your legs. Agatha’s mouth moved to place wet kisses on your jaw, biting it very lightly. Your hands moved to circle her waist to pull her much closer, craving more contact.

It was like your body had control on its own as you mindlessly grind down against the brunette’s clothed thigh. She was wearing pants, but you were sure your heat was radiating off from your core.

“Keep going, angel, just like that.”

You very much would have liked to remove your underwear but time is of the essence. You rested your forehead against Agatha’s and whispered, “Mommy, please.”

Agatha groaned at the name and the way you begged – eyes blown black, little whines escaping your mouth, and your hips frantically trying to find a rhythm.

Her right hand moved to tip your head up, grabbing a fistful of your hair while the other came up to cup your jaw. “Open your mouth.”

You complied without further ado, even sticking out your tongue in anticipation. Seconds later, Agatha bestowed you her spit, its trail from her mouth down to yours somehow the most erotic thing you’ve seen.

“That’s my good girl.”

The praise spurred you on. Her hands came back on your hips gripping firmly as she helps set the pace.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, not sure if that was quiet or loud enough even for the next stall to hear, but all your care was thrown across the room as Agatha’s bruising grasp moves your hips vigorously. “I-I’m close, mommy.”

“Make a mess on my thigh, baby. Cum for me.”

At her command, you let go, your legs shaking as you went over the edge. You clamped your lips tightly, breathy and shaky moans somehow a beautiful sound in Agatha’s ears. Thankfully, her hold on you prevents you from losing balance, with her thigh still lodged between you.

Agatha soothes you as you collapsed into her arms, coming down from your high. “You did so well, baby girl.”

A few minutes later, the woman tidies your slightly unkempt hair out, brushes the tears that gathered in your eyes, and wipes the smudged lipstick on your mouth. You both chuckled when she took a lipstick from her pockets, with Agatha having to scold you halfheartedly because you wouldn’t stop smiling and biting your lip as she puts it on your lips.

“There,” Agatha says, looking at your face proudly. Your cheeks burned when she pressed a kiss on your temple, and then to your lips.

You don’t know why but her affectionate gestures make you feel so safe you wanted to be here forever.

“Look at your mess, honey. Good thing I’m wearing a dark suit,” Agatha mentioned as you made your way back to the venue. You paused to take a good look, having to squint your eyes to make out the wet spot that you caused. “’M sorry.”

And as your eyes flickered just above her thighs, you swear you could recognize the bulge of her strap. She smirked when she saw your eyes widen in realization, looking away immediately and resumed walking as you noticed she noticed you staring.

As everyone hounded the bride for being missing in action for nearly an hour, Agatha watched you sputter out excuses with a drink in her hand. She had you where she wanted you, she’s got you wrapped around her finger, you are hooked.

For her son, well, she wasn’t that cruel. Agatha would let him have this night, this one moment. We all know who you really belong to. You are hers, from this day forward, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part.

Funny enough, everyone was too busy to notice the two of you wearing the exact same shade of lipstick.

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