#I made his pants too shiny but it's fine

[yoinkschief]

Save me Marvin Jacksepticeye,,, Save Me,,,

I went really overboard with the galaxy under his cape don't mind me I really like stars and galaxies

Also his mask too,,, it's not at all based on the mask I have,,, naur,,,

And a little extra fact of my version of Marvin I'd like to include: his hair (once naturally brown) naturally turned green due to his magic so now he dyes it brown to seem less conspicuous

Have this version of him too cause I couldn't decide which hair color I liked more

[lyrefromthesea]

Male pillars x Reader - sitting on their lap

author's note: I'm strictly against any kind of sexual interactions with minors. That's why I will either exclude Muichiro from such fics of or portray a wholesome interaction instead.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Muichiro x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: suggestive words and actions

Tengen:

"excuse me? I'm married!" he dramatically exclaimed, looking down at you. the man was already trying to refrain from smiling, watching you turn your head towards him.

"i'm sure Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma will forgive me." you answered, showing him your hand. he smirked at the all too familiar ring. he was glad he had married you.

"just playin', i could never disappoint the flamboyant person i married!" he laughed, clearly proud of himself. when you cocked your eyebrow at him, he let out a dramatic gasp, pulling you closer.

"are you trying to say i'm not the most perfect husband you could imagine?" he asked, displaying a huge amount of shock. you knew he was just making fun, especially when he pressed your back against his chest, bringing his lips to your ear.

"you were saying entirely different things yesterday." he said, watching you shudder at his words. you slapped his knee, scolding him for saying such things outside.

"come on, you know you love it!"

Obanai:

he freezes, his brain nearly malfunctioning. it's not like you've never sat on his lap before, but you usually gave him a warning first - asked for his approval.

"[name]? what's-" he asked, surprised when your arms wrapped around his neck, barely giving Kaburamaru time to slither away. words got stuck in his throat, feeling your lips against his mask - right above his own.

"nothing. i was just feeling affectionate." you answered, shifting to wrap your arms around his torso. he looked down at you, letting out a quiet yelp when your hips moved a bit too much on his lap.

"oh..?" you looked at him, a smile slowly forming on your lips. a blush made his way towards his cheeks, luckily covered by his mask. at least he felt lucky, you would've liked to see him blush.

"it looks like you're feeling affectionate too, Obanai." you chuckled, purposely drawing light circles with your hips. of course you had noticed the growing bulge in his pants, his hands now holding yours.

"don't tease me, [name].."

Rengoku:

"little flame! how was your day?" he enthusiastically asked, his arms wrapping around your torso. he pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"it was okay, i missed you." you answered, leaning against his chest. he smiled at you, enjoying the way your bodies were pressed together so gently.

"we can't have that, little flame! how about we go eat later?" he asked, holding you a bit closer. you chuckled at his words, he really loved taking you to new places - especially restaurants.

"i'd like that. let's go eat something later."

Sanemi:

"and what the hell are you doing?" Sanemi asked, feeling you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

he had cleaned his sword moments prior, hearing the door open - it was you. you moved towards him without warning, getting between him and his sword.

"getting your attention." you answered, moving even closer. don't think he didn't notice the way you purposely squished your chest against his own.

"yeah? didn't I give ya enough attention, sweetheart?" he teased, watching you pout in response. you had been alone for far too long, you finally wanted to spend time with him.

"you've been working on your sword for two hours now.." you complained. he placed it down, knowing that you were right. he just felt like the proper care could safe his ass one day, though a shiny sword probably wasn't that important.

"fine, ya win. this was getting uncomfortable anyways." he answered, almost making you question what he meant until he pressed his hips against yours more. oh, now you could feel it too.

"does that mean you want my attention as well-" you asked playfully, getting cut off by his lips pressing against yours before you could finished talking.

Giyuu:

"is everything alright?" his voice broke the silence, you've been sitting on his lap for almost 5 minutes now, not saying a single word. he was confused, not sure if you were fine or needed help.

"Giyuu, attention?" you asked, feeling him relax under you. he had been tense, thinking you could've been hurt somewhere. your words instantly calmed him down, his lips pressing against yours gently.

he didn't expect you to turn his soft kiss into something more passionate. his hands slowly came to hold your hips, tongues swishing against each other.

you broke the kiss, panting against his lips. he pressed his forehead against yours, pulling you a bit closer, only to have your hips start grinding slightly.

"l- love.. t- that's not.." he muttered, his cheeks visibly growing more red. hands squeezing your hips more, trying to create more friction. he could only moan when you finally started grinding against him properly.

"i.. i need to go on a mission later.." he panted against your lips, but he didn't object when you kissed him again, your hand wandering to his belt.

Muichiro:

"Muichiro! i finally caught up to you.." you heaved, letting yourself fall onto his lap. you had been running for nearly twenty minutes now, watching the boy leave his estate without food. being the good friend you were, you ran after him.

"[name]? what are you doing here..?" he asked, letting you lean against him. your cheeks were flushed from running. it would've been different if you also were a hashira, but you still had much to learn.

"you.. you forget your food, Mui.." you panted, reaching into your pocket. he looked rather surprised when he saw the small box of food he usually brought with him.

"thank you..! i've completely forgotten." he laughed, eventually coaxing a smile out of you. you gave him the box, seeing his eyes lit up at the promise of food.

he wanted to dive right in before he had a quiet growl come from your stomach, making your cheeks flush. "do you want some?" he asked, watching you shake your head.

"i brought my own!" you countered, grabbing into your back once more. silence filled the room when you noticed you had only brought his food.

his arm wrapped around your torso, forcing you to stay on his lap a while longer. "let's share." he said, offering you some of his food. you knew he wouldn't let you go until you have had a healthy portion.

Gyomei:

"welcome back." the giant said, feeling you plop onto his lap, nuzzling against his chest. you let out a tired hum, feeling a large hand soothingly rub over your arm.

"is there something wrong? you're more quiet than usual." he asked, gently bringing your head closer with his hand - allowing you to be closer to him. you could hear the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat.

your day had been stressful, but he somehow always managed to calm you down. his warmth. his voice. his actions. they put your mind at ease.

"i know it's ridiculous, but i've felt really stressed out lately. i just want a break.." you muttered, closing your eyes. you were trying to focus on his heartbeat and ignore everything else around you.

"it's not ridiculous, you deserve a break. perhaps a visit to the hot spring would help calm you down?" he offered, feeling you nod against his chest. you felt warm hands rub over your thighs, his head now closer to yours.

"and i could pamper you a bit more after that.." he muttered against your ear, your eyes opening again. the warmth pooling in your gut could probably rival the hot spring's temperature

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Orc!Nanami x Human!reader

Tall fem reader btw. Smut. Tall girls deserve to be size kinked too. Pssspssspsss come get yalls juice.

Orc!Nanami who works as a liaison between the humans and orcs and therefore is sat in an office most days in a sharp specifically tailored three piece suit that hugs his body in all the right places.

Orc!Nanami who is so large his pants are tight around his thighs, stretching over his ass in the perfect spheres.

Orc!Nanami who can't help but notice the way you keep eyeing him in his tight shirts. Buttons struggling to hold it together for the sake of his dignity

Orc!Nanami who also can't help but notice how tall you are, and how unlike the humans around you, you fill up your skirts and dresses, never wear heels, wear loose fitting blouses that quietly hide your voluptuousness.

Orc!Nanami who thinks you smell exquisite! Like something sweet and spicy and he just really wants to taste...

Orc!Nanami who polishes his tusks every morning hoping that the shiny enamel would attract you like it did so many orc ladies.

Orc!Nanami who licks his lips every time you bend over and he catches a glimpse of the soft breasts swaying in the little v of your neckline. Your scent pervading his senses again.

Orc!Nanami who has to excuse himself from the meeting to rush to the men's room so his already tight pants don't burst.

Orc!Nanami who finds you stranded at the office one night after having worked late and offers to take you home as any good and respectable orc does.

Orc!Nanami who really doesn't expect you to pull him inside your flat telling him, "The forecast said it would rain. I insist you spend the night Nanami-san!"

Orc!Nanami who doesn't know you've seen him staring at you and would purposely do things to try and entice him but have him be the perfect gentleman in return to end up forcing your hand like this.

Orc!Nanami who helps you cook despite your protests. "It's fine you're my guest you don't have to—" "I would not bear the dishonour of making a lady I like, suddenly look after an unplanned guest."

Orc!Nanami who blushes, realising what he said when you turn and ask him coyly, "Wait, you like me?"

Orc!Nanami whose hips you pull towards your own and gently grind, making his brain short circuit, "That's lucky, 'cause I like you."

Orc!Nanami who can't believe his luck as he lifts you onto the kitchen countertop, begs you between kisses to be yours and yours only.

Orc!Nanami who is ecstatic when you nod and let's out a sharp hiss when your knee brushes his crotch.

Orc!Nanami who scrambles to remove your clothes. Your blouse, off your skirt, pulled down. Food lying forgotten as he buries his face into the crook of your neck when you tell him you want him to fuck you so good you forget how to walk.

Who lifts you into a princess carry, to your surprise, (makes sure the burners are off) and takes you to the bedroom praying to every god he can think of that you have lube.

Who can't wait himself and lays you down, squirting the pink lube bottle contents over your cunt and preps you for a minute with his thick fingers.

Who groans in arousal hearing the lewd, wet squelching sounds your tight pussy made as it swallowed his fingers.

Who askes you if this was okay for the nth time because, "I'm not built like a human and you're literally tiny."

Whose eyes widen when you push him onto the bed and get on top saying, "I'm going to ride you now and I want you to split me open like a pirate finding a treasure chest, so don't stop me.

Who let's you ride him till you get tired and can't then growls and thrust up into you holding you like a little doll, just made for his pleasure.

Who fucks you so good in every position you can manage till you've cum more times than you can count and all that you can think of is his cock.

Till you babble an incoherent string of I love yous, increasing in pitch as he pounds into you from behind, over and over, cumming in you with a filthy growl.

Who pulls you up against his chest, and despite being a tall woman among humans you feel tiny with him.

Who kisses you with as much tenderness as he can, telling you how good that was. How sweet you were for him. How pretty you are. How much he wants you to be his.

Orc!Nanami who orders food as you silently nap on his broad chest till it arrives.

Orc!Nanami who, holding you in his arms, looks out at the rain pattering on the window and feels at home.

@rodeorun 🫣🫣👀👀👀

TALL GIRLS PLS STEP ON ME

More tall!reader x Nanami

[chocum]

i saw you post about tattooartist!choso recently and now i can’t stop thinking about him … with a tongue piercing …

sigh i love talking abt him cW. femreader (she/her), tongue piercings, nipple play, oral

tattooartist!choso who is surprisingly gentle— kind, paralleling the dark ink that artistically lines and covers just about every inch of his bulky body. smiling up at you so, so sweetly when you ask the most obvious questions just to hear his smooth, almost melodic voice ring in your ears. just to ogle and watch him speak, his round tongue piercing catching the warm, orangey glow of his dimly lit parlor.

he can tell you’re nervous with how you chew down on the puff of your bottom lip, eyes glossing as they flit anxiously around the cluttered room. so he hums out a soft “it’ll be fine” attempting to press out your nerves, offering a larger hand to take your bag, “you’re in good hands”

but you’re still so antsy, shifting and squirming against the cracked-up darkly leathered seat before he can even begin outlining the design. every sound around you seems so jacked up and amplified— the hum of familiar R&B music, the rev of cars passing by, the thump of your heart booming rhythmically.

and he can’t have that. how is he supposed to ink you like this? he needs you to calm down and sit still for him … so he presses his pillowy lips against your neck to “help you relax” tenderly dragging the silver ball against your heated skin before slowly moving to peel your shirt off.

“wh- what are you- o- ooh”

with tightly gloved hands, he’s grabbing at your doughy tits— suctioning his lips around your perky nipple, before flicking his pierced tongue, watching starry-eyed how you squirm so cutely for him.

“was tryna calm you down, but you’re still all twitchy, what’s wrong hm? do you want something from me?” his pointer finger and thumb find the flap of your zipper and he’s tugging at it with a stupid smirk. dragging it up and down making your body tense at the sharp metallic hiss.

you only nod sheepishly. then there’s a heat that takes shelter on the apples of your cheeks when you glance down, unable to meet his starved eyes, “pretty girl, use your words”

“i want you, cho, please”

“want me to what?”

his dark purple irises are almost scary. they engulf you, drowning you, making you lose yourself, sending shocks and chills up your spine.

“to- to fuck me..”

you flinch at the laugh that pools from his lips, “see that wasn’t so hard was it”, fingers running through his thick, black hair, tousling it slightly, before moving to yank at your jeans, “let me taste this pussy first, then i swear i’ll fuck you good”

skillfully, sinfully he’s ridding you of your pants, gliding your cute little panties to the crease of your thigh. “she’s all twitchy too,” pressing a sweet kiss to your clit, making you whine, your hips bucking up in a desperate plea for his warm tongue.

and because you asked so, so nicely, the shiny ball littered with spit pokes out his mouth to flick at your most sensitive parts, the rubber of his gloves gliding across the maps of your thighs to rest on your tummy pressing and pushing against it, encouraging you to make a mess of him as if he’s not already the messiest eater— drooling and slobbering all over your cunt.

each time he flicks his piercing against your abused achy clit you swear you see stars, your eyes burning at how tightly they’re screwed shut behind long lashes, both your hands lost in tangles of his fluffy hair as you rock your hips against the sticky mess you’ve made of him.

“so eager now, huh? be good f’me and cum all over my face so i can finish my job”

[solbaby7]

Hi!! I have a request if you don’t mind 💜💜

Could you do a Rhys x reader where she has bought some lingerie for the first time without Rhys knowing she bought it and he catches her trying them on in their bedroom?

He’d have a hard time trying to decide on if he wants to fuck you with it on or to rip it off.

Temptress

pairing: rhysand x reader

warnings: sexual descriptions, swearing, a million different ways to say panties, possible typos

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You’d been swayed.

Captivated by such delicate pieces that when the sweet shop owner offered you a discount on the piles of lingerie you’d been sifting through—you couldn’t refuse.

Bags hang off your arms filled to the brim with intricately detailed bustiers and corsets, thongs of varying colors and cuts with garters and thigh high tights to match. Some were riskier than others; crotchless panties or g-strings decorated in shiny chains with a custom diamond encrusted ‘R’ dangling over your ass.

A warm glow casts over your form, gaze fixed on your figure reflected in the mirror and you can’t help but admire the way each piece looks on. Velvets and silk, lace and leather that fits as if it were made specifically with your measurements in mind. Too distracted by the effects of a push-up bra, you don’t even notice your High Lord lingering in the doorway. Both arms cross at his chest, shoulder resting on the doorframe and head slightly tilted as violet eyes roam you over.

Rhysand’s perfectly silent while you move to change, bending over to slip on a silky pair of underthings with thin pearl strings that held at your hips. Teeth bite at the fat of his bottom lip as he takes in the round of your ass against the pale pink material and he fights the urge to tear it clean off.

Your hands smooth over your figure, utterly oblivious, eyes squinting in thought before flicking over to the male in the mirror. A low gasp of surprise, a blush fanning across your cheeks at the dark look looming in indigo irises. “Rhys,” It’s instinctual to cover up, arms crossing over your chest to hide parts of you he’d already memorized a million times over. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He hums low, almost dismissively as he drinks in the feminine whine lacing your tone. “Didn’t see you much today, sweet girl.”

“I went out to the city to do some shopping,” You confess softly, slowly lowering your arms to show off the newly acquired purchase. “Pretty, right?”

The look in his eye is predatory no matter how subdued his tone is. Because while you’re referring to fine details in the lace line cups; Rhysand is fully ogling the generous lift of your breasts. “Absolutely mouthwatering,” Four steps is all it takes for him to clear the length of the room and to your surprise, he strides right past you and settles into the chair tucked by your mirror. Rhys pulls the bag into his lap, shuffling around the items until he finds one that had his cock jumping in his pants. “Try them on for me—start with this one.”

A sheer little slip dangles from two fingers, the matching thong draped over his knee and excitement swells in your belly when the door closes behind you. The lock sliding into place with nothing more than a cocky lift of his brow. A shiver runs down your spine, body wedged between his spread legs. “Help me take this off?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Rhysand takes more care with the fabric than you would’ve. You’re forced to remain still as the bra is unhooked and eased off your shoulders. A pleased hum pulls from the back of his throat, reacquainting himself with the weight of your breasts and the hardened peaks of your nipples. Goosebumps ripple against every inch of bare skin, stomach clenching when his knuckles trail a path down the soft swell of your belly. “Leave these on,” A thumb slides under the elegant pearls holding the underwear in place. “I like them.”

“Elegant enough for a High Lady?”

Rhys chuckles, settling back into the chair with low lids. “Elegance has no place in the plans I’ve made for you tonight.” The lights go dim; darkness beginning to cloak your bedchamber and Death Incarnate seems to expel a sigh of relief when allowing such subdued power to stretch free from its confinements.

Chiffon nearly slips free from your grasp, limbs quaking as the tension held this in the air. He watches your every move, a bulge steadily growing in his pants but he makes no move to touch himself. “You’re not working?”

“It’s not going anywhere.” Your brow raises, a little smirk quirking in the corner of glossy lips and his eyes are rolling before you can even throw in your two cents on how any other night his answer would be completely different. “Besides, what kind of male would I be if I chose boring documents over my mate—one who’s half naked and hot as sin.”

“You flatter me.” Thin straps snap against your shoulders, the powerful darkness casting perfect shadows against feminine curves. A blush begins on the apples of your cheeks, lashes fluttering fondly as you eat up the praise. “I’ve barely even gotten to the fun stuff yet. Should see the kinds of goodies I’ve got stuffed in that bag.”

A smile curls at his full lips, body language effortlessly regal, arms lax at his sides as his legs spread just a little wider. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Your eyes dip down without permission, catching the outline of his erection through tailored dress pants. It strains again the stitching and yet there’s no shame in sight when staring so brazenly. Desire clouds your thoughts, lust darkening your gaze as you turn slowly—providing the perfect view of ass in your underthings. Power fills the space, tainting the air with a thickness felt with each breath taken.

You don’t shy away from it though, steps holding a newfound confidence as you prance over to the bed. Legs elongate, back arching and soft hair dips messily against your cheeks in a way that sends your High Lord in a frenzy as you sink into the sheets. You make a show of getting settled, allowing the satin to shift up your thighs, bunching invitingly near your hips.

Painted toes dangle against the headboard, canopy draping tied securely at each side to leave the view of your ass exposed to him. It’s a tease; an invitation for Rhysand to waltz over with that unwavering air of entitlement and take what belonged to him. “This one might be one of my favorites,” The playful dip of your tone tugs him from his thoughts, though the look in his eye does little to hide the things conjuring up in his mind. So you feed the depraved fantasies, slowly spreading your legs and sliding a hand down the length of your body until manicured fingers collide with delicate fabric. “Easy to put on after a long day of spending all your money.”

He takes the bait, entranced by your shamless groping. “Terrible, horrible thing.”

A nail hooks into the fabric covering your sex, offering a fraction of a glimpse before it returns to place with a snap. “The worst,” You agree, engulfed in the perfect scent of you and Rhysand intermingled in the sheets. Still, you crave more; every fiber of your being begging to his touch. “How about you come teach me a lesson?”

“I will.” He undoes the bindings holding his breeches together, allowing his cock to spring free and one strong hand wraps around it; stroking the hard length up and down. “But first, I want to watch you play with it.” Darkness clasps around your ankles like chains, a cruel laugh echoing in your ears as your hand follows the command without hesitation. Your arousal is audible, squelching obscenely as a free hand keeps lace tucked to the side. “Atta girl, just like that.”

[lev1ii]

FACE SITTING WITH NANAMI KENTO.

JUST SIT SWEETHEART; kento nanami

cw. smut, afab reader, pussy drunk ken, messy pussy eating, hair pulling, face riding, pet names; honey, baby, sweetheart

author’s note. i’m actually going insane thank you for this req 😈 this is a little short i apologize but i wanted to get this posted because i was taking too long to make this 😭😭

m.list

“but ken.. what if i hurt you or you can’t breathe..?” you asked softly, looking at him with a worried expression. he had made the suggestion of you sitting on his face, and the idea made you a little nervous.

“honey, trust me.. if i can carry you anywhere with no issue you definitely can’t hurt me.. and honestly i wouldn’t mind suffocating if the cause is your beautiful body..” he smiled, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips with a laugh as he picked you up and placed you right over his head.

you sighed, biting your lip. “fine, but if you need to tap out, give me a signal or something.. okay?” you said softly, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“i will.. just sit for me, okay?” he massaged your thighs a little. the moment you lowered yourself, his tongue met your folds. he let out the softest groan when he tasted your cunt, holding you close by your thighs as he lapped his tongue eagerly.

you were losing it, your breath hitching as his lips latched onto your clit. “k-ken..” you moaned softly, whimpering as you felt his tongue tease the bud.

“yes, honey?” he asked, his voice muffled and breathless as he finally gave himself enough air to speak. he looked so perfect like this— his lips and chin already shiny from your arousal, his pupils blown out and his hair a little disheveled from you grabbing at it.

“t-that.. feels really good..” you bit your lip, moaning out as he ate you out more. “kento, baby..” you felt his tongue lap at your folds, his pretty lips finding your clit anytime he felt like hearing you yelp out in pleasure.

he groaned softly as he felt your hips press on his face, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your fingers tugging his hair. he could almost cum untouched from this alone, his cock twitching desperately in his slacks. you whined as you felt his hands grabbing your ass, guiding you to rock your hips slowly against his tongue.

“baby i-i might cum..” you stammered, moaning and grabbing onto the headboard with your free hand. you gasped softly as you only felt his tongue dip back into your pussy, his tongue curling to try to reach the spot he always seemed to find with ease.

he looked so hungry, his veiny hands tensing as he kept his firm grip on your ass. it was a little embarrassing feeling this exposed, but the feeling of his tongue curling deliciously inside you pushed those feelings aside.

“i’m— i’m cumming, sweetheart.. please just- don’t stop please..” you whimpered softly, your moans breaking as he coaxed out your orgasm with his tongue.

he made sure to lick every ounce of your cum his tongue touched, finally letting you go from his grasp when he was done. you sat back on his chest, panting softly.

“jesus..” you chuckled. “you’re like a pussy vampire or something..” you joked.

“that is.. a really strange thing to say.” he chuckled, gently pushing you onto your back on the bed, getting situated between your thighs. “i love it though..” he said as he leaned down to give your neck a few gentle kisses.

[forever-rogue]

I have a pretty personal request ❤️ (and I completely understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it.)

But I have been struggling with self-esteem and acceptance of myself since gaining some weight. I know I'm beautiful, but that stupid, nagging voice in the back of my head can be a bitch.

I came up with an idea about reader who's in an established relationship with Joel Miller. They've settled into Jackson, and with the changes that come with that stability, she's noticed the changes in her own body and has to deal with it. I can just imagine how soft and fluffy Joel would be once he's made aware of what she's dealing with.

Or maybe I just really need a Joel of my own to cuddle and tell me I'm beautiful 🥺🥰

Thank you!!

AN | Here you go, I hope you enjoy! Also, a friendly reminder that you're lovely just the way you are 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Weight Discussion

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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This was the first time you'd looked at yourself in a mirror in a long time. Like properly looked at yourself. You'd been in Jackson for a few months now and were experiencing a stability that you hadn't known in so long. It still felt odd some days, waking up next to Joel in a warm, soft bed without having to worry about anything. But it was slowly becoming your normal life and while it was an adjustment, you were beginning to love it. 

Happiness and peace looked good on Joel and Ellie. And you. But, and this was what had been nagging you, lingering in the back of your mind, you'd noticed some physical changes as well as everything else. You'd felt them before you'd fully looked at them - at yourself.

The bathroom boasted a large mirror but you usually didn't spend a while lot of time looking at yourself. You hadn't for years, so why start now?

Well, the simple answer was that now the changes were undeniable. 

With a heavy sigh, you closed the bathroom door and glanced at yourself. Your face was a little fuller than you'd remembered, the darkness around your eyes lessened. Your skin looked good and your hair was styled and shiny. These were the changes you liked to see. You noticed the same, more or less, on Joel and Ellie too. 

It was the rest you were worried about. You shucked off your sweater and pajamas pants and slowly allowed yourself to look over your body. You didn’t fixate on your body too much; for a long time survival and getting through your day to day was all that was on your mind. But now it felt like you had all the time in the world. 

As you looked yourself over, you could see that there had been some physical changes. You looked softer, your tummy and hips fuller than you’d remembered since you were young, your thighs bigger as well. You sighed to yourself and turned on the showers before you could think too much about it. It wasn’t a big deal, you reminded yourself, it wasn’t a big deal. 

You heard a knock on the door before it was slowly pushed open and Joel poked his head, “hey sweetheart, got room for one more?”

You panicked for a moment, trying to figure out how you could manage to get out of this one, “umm, I’m almost done actually. I’ll be out in a second and then its all yours.”

“Alright,” he lingered for a moment; you knew that he knew that something was up. Joel wasn’t stupid and he was very perceptive, “sounds good. Everything alright?”

“Of course,” you almost choked on the lie, “everything’s fine.”

Joel made a small sound before gently closing the door. You tried to swallow back your tears but soon enough they were running down your cheeks and mixing in with the stream from the shower.

It was just another change and it would be okay. You’d get there eventually…you hoped.

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“Hey baby,” Joel found you as you were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, a small smile on his face. He’d noticed that you’d been acting a little off but didn’t want to push it, he knew that you’d go to him when you were ready to.

“Hi Joel,” you looked up and offered him a smile you hoped mirrored his own, “what’s up?”

“Nothing,” he insisted softly as he came over to you, “just wanted to see my girl.”

You tutted at him softly as he came to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. You froze for a moment, sure that he was going to make some sort of comment about how soft or squishy your body was but he said nothing, instead pressing some kisses to your shoulder. You stopped what you were doing, closing your eyes and leaning into him, “Joel.”

“I love you, you know,” he whispered before you slowly turned around in his arms so you could face him. He reached up and put his hand on your face, slowly brushing his thumb over your cheek. 

“I know,” you promised, leaning into his touch and turning your face so you could press a kiss to his palm, “I love you too.”

He watched you for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. You decided not to think too much about, not to worry about anything, and instead leaned into him and kissed him right back. It had been a bit since the two of you had a bit of time alone, and you hadn’t helped anything but pulling away from him whenever it was just the two of you. But you’d missed this and missed him, his touch, his everything. 

You relaxed into his touch, letting him kiss you dizzy. Eventually his hands wandered down to your hips and that caused you to freeze up. You put your hands on his forearms and pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. Joel, good man that he was, stopped immediately and let go of you. You shook your head, more at yourself than anything else and blinked back your tears, “sorry, I just…it’s me.”

“It’s alright,” he whispered softly, “you don’t have to apologize. If you want to talk about whatever’s been going on, I’m here. You know that, I ain’t going anywhere. I love you.”

You inhaled deeply before slowly letting it all out and nodded, “thank you.”

“Do you want a hand finishing dinner?”

“Yes,” you appreciated the kind and gentle man that he was, “I’d like that a lot.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You walked into the bedroom, finding Joel already in bed and reading. You closed the door and leaned against, looking him over for a moment. He paused after a moment and looked up at you before marking his page and setting it to the side, “penny for your thoughts?”

You nodded slowly before making your way to the bed, sitting cross-legged on top of the covers next to him. There were a few moments of silence as you sat there and picked at a few loose strands on the hem of your sweater. Joel reached out and gave your knee a gentle squeeze. You reached for his hand and weaved your fingers through his, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“Baby,” a small huff of laughter escaped him but his voice was low and gentle, “I don’t know what you could have done or do that would ever make me hate you. That’s impossible.”

“It’s just…I don’t know,” you shrugged, reassured a little bit that he wouldn’t hate you anyway, “I really like it here in Jackson. I’ve liked it since we’ve been here. But I think I’ve gotten too comfortable.”

“Too comfortable?” he repeated slowly, “ain’t that a good thing?”

“It’s….my body,” you admitted reluctantly, “I look different…I’ve gained weight. I don’t look like I used.”

“Okay,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You were a bit taken aback by his nonchalant response, “I guess I don’t understand why it’s a big deal. But I want to understand.”

“I…because I look different and I was worried that you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard,” he tugged on your hand in a small attempt to pull you closer, “there’s nothing you could do to make me love you any less. That includes your body changing - happens to everyone. I’ve grown a little softer around the middle since we’ve been there but I haven’t heard you complaining. We’ve all grown comfortable here, but that’s a good thing, it means we’re safe and home and we’re living. Not just alive, but living.”

“I…hadn’t thought about it that way,” you whispered, “I hadn’t really noticed anything different about you.

“See? It didn’t matter to you, why would it matter to me? And even if it wasn’t any of those things, it wouldn’t matter to me. I love you,” you were perched on his lap now, looking at him with soft eyes. His hands settled on your hips and he gave them a gentle squeeze, “besides, ain’t nothing wrong with a little thicker, baby.”

“Joel,” you were laughing now, but a few tears managed to run down your cheeks; but these ones weren’t of sadness. He wiped them away tenderly, “thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, “I’m just telling you how it is. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me and only had sex in the total darkness?” admittedly it sounded silly when he said it like that. Your face warmed up as you bit your lip and shyly nodded. That look on its own was enough to make him practically melt, “oh baby.”

“It didn’t seem stupid at the time!” you burrowed your face in your hands to try and hide but he pulled your hands away from your face, “don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not, it’s affectionate,” he grinned, “you also don’t think I noticed anything. I might be dumb at times, but I ain’t stupid.”

“But you didn’t…say anything,” you cocked your head to the side as he raised an eyebrow.

“Again…why would I have?”

“You’re the best,” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to hug him, clinging onto him like a koala, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “no matter what either of us look like. You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“No you’re just trying to flatter me,” you snorted in amusement as you pulled back to look at him, “don’t look at me like that with those big brown eyes, Miller. That’s cheating!”

“It’s not flattery, it’s the truth,” he said, “and I’ll look at you any which way I want. Okay?”

“Okay,” you teased, “whatever you say.”

“That’s right,” he nodded in agreement, “now take off this sweater and leave the light on…only if you want to though.”

“Now that I can do,” you grinned, “gladly.”

[daenysx]

hii!! i just noticed you're receiving requests, so here's mine!!

a smutty one shot with sub!james potter maybe? it can be any plot, I just can't get enough of him being subby🤭 please and thank youu🤍

thank you for requesting, this is my first time writing for james [and a sub!male character, so i'm not sure if this is good enough :) ] i hope you enjoy! nsfw. requests are open!

modern au. james potter x fem!reader

glossy eyes of a pretty boy

you are almost asleep when something starts buzzing on your nightstand. you try to blink the sleep away by sitting on bed and taking your phone in your hand. james's name is shiny on the dark screen, you answer his call quickly, and put the phone on your ear.

"jamie?" you ask sleepily.

"hey, angel." he says, he sounds tired. "i'm sorry, were you sleeping?"

you rub your eyes, sleep fades away when your boyfriend sounds so unlike himself. "no, no, that's fine. are you okay?"

james almost stammers, unsure for the rest of this conversation. suddenly he doesn't feel so confident to act like his usual self at the moment. "can i come over?" he asks, avoiding the last minute hesitation. "it's just- you can say no of course, it's late, but i'm-"

"no, no." you're quick to shut him up, he's just being lovely. "please, come over."

he thanks you silently and you end the call with a frowny look on your face. there is something wrong with james's voice. you leave your bed, he won't take long to be here, and you wait for the doorbell in the living room.

you open the door as you hear his footsteps outside, and there he is. your lovely boyfriend walks into your apartment with tired legs, he doesn't even seem to have his usual strength as he takes you in his arms for a hug. you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers are quick to rub the back of his neck. you press gentle nails on his skin, right where his skin meets his hair, and he melts into the hug.

"are you okay, baby?" you ask, trying for an eye contact. "you're worrying me, what's wrong?"

james kisses your cheek before he closes the door and leans his back to it. "i had an argument with the coach." he says, quietly. "it was awful. he thinks i'm not giving my best to the team. he thinks i have the potential to be better but i'm not trying enough."

you cup his cheeks instantly, eyes wide and heart clenching. "no, baby, no." you want to beat his coach even though the guy is twice your size. "you know none of it is true."

they are not true, and james should know that. he is doing his best, always working together with the rugby team, he is constantly at practices, he gives the strength of his mind and body to the sport he loves. you are sure it was just an argument made of his coach's strict strategies to get his players motivated, it has happened to another guy on james's team before, but it doesn't make any excuses for your boyfriend's poorly state right now.

you stroke james's cheeks and he gives in to your touch. you raise on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss on his upper lip. you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. he kicks his shoes quickly, following your steps.

you sit on the edge of the bed as you pull james in front of you, he stands between your legs as he takes his glasses off and puts them on your nightstand. you push his shirt upwards, kissing his abdomen fondly, your lips curling on his skin as you suck a little spot. you pull him from his belt loops and james almost loses his mind.

you tug on his shirt. "can you take this off for me?"

he nods, streching his muscles to take off his shirt. he looks back at you, you're unzipping his pants as you press kisses on his skin. his muscles tighten under your lips, you are in control. you pull his pants down and he takes them off too.

he stands in front of you, melts under every kiss and every touch. "can i-" he takes a breath. "can i take this off?" his fingers are on the sides of his boxer, waiting for an approval before he acts. you look up to him, asking for a simple word. "please, angel."

you nod, smiling. he is your perfect boy. "of course, jamie, go ahead."

he listens, taking off his underwear and his socks before you pull him into bed with you. the sheets are still warm from your earlier slumber, james exhales tiredly as he lays facedown on your bed. you rub his back, fingertips grazing his skin rather playfully. you kiss the side of his neck, his curls spread on your pillow. he looks so, so beautiful.

you keep touching him, realizing he is lifting his hips and pressing them back to bed for a little friction. you smile, letting him look at you. "come here, baby." you pull james on your body and he leans into your touch. he is lying on his side, looking at you through glossy eyes. "let me treat you right." you say, fondly. "you deserve it, right? tell me you deserve it, jamie."

he nods, getting even closer to you in bed. "i deserve it." he is quiet but you can do with it.

"there you go." you kiss his forehead. "i'll take care of you until you forget everything he ever said. he's lying anyway, why should we care what he says, right baby?"

he nods. "yeah." you nod encouragingly. "yeah, none of it was true."

"you don't have to think about anything now." you whisper. "just focus on me."

he nods obediently. you find a comfortable position on bed, you can hold james and touch him with your free hand. you bring your hand to his chest, his abdomen, and between his legs. he is getting harder with the passing seconds, begging silently for a relief before he falls asleep.

you take his achingly hard cock in your hand, softly stroking it. he is quiet when he moans, just leaning into your touch. you keep stroking him gently, until you get a word from his lips. "please."

"you're okay, baby." you say. "everything's okay."

he nods, moving his hips against your hand. your other hand strokes his hair, and it's so gentle. he gives in, your touch brings him back. you keep moving your hand, soft and rough. your fingers graze the tip of his cock, he's sensitive, and he moans your name.

you touch him, his hands grab your waist as he holds onto you. "you're doing so good for me." you kiss his hair. "you're being so good. always the best."

james buries his face to your neck, inhaling your scent and looking for something to keep him steady. he moves his hips to your hand again, muscles streching in the warmth of the bed, your soft hand grabbing him gently. he wants to stay in the moment, he wants to stay here forever. he feels so safe and secured, trusting you to take care of him.

"i'm-" he kisses your neck, tries for words. "i'm so close."

"i know, baby." you say. "will you be good for me? will you come for me?"

he nods. "yes, yes, i will." he buries himself closer like it's possible. "i'll be good, please."

you move your hand a little faster. he deserves to finish, deserves to relax with you. you twist your hand like you've been doing for minutes, one last stroke, one last touch on the tip of him. james arches his back to you, he doesn't have any control of his movements anymore. he comes to your hand, white cum drips down on his belly and your leg a little bit. you help him ride through his orgasm, last drops of the liquid as you milk him dry.

james gives you a sound of moaning as you push him gently to lay on his back. he tries to catch his breath, the moment of intimacy is never lost on him as he holds your waist. he blinks, watches the ceiling. you sit on the bed slowly, leaning in to give him a kiss on his lips.

"can you close you eyes for me?" you ask with a lovely voice. "i'll be here in a minute."

he closes his eyes but doesn't let go of you. "don't leave me, please."

you give him another kiss because he's just so, so pretty when he begs you to stay. "i'll clean us up, and i'll get you some water baby." you push his hair back from his sweaty forehead. "i'll be back really fast, okay?"

james hums, you are quick on your steps as you clean your hands and your leg in the bathroom. you get him a freshly washed towel and help him clean himself though you were the messier one just a minute ago. you toss the towel into the washing machine before you leave for kitchen. you lean to the counter, trying to get yourself calm. your heart beats so fast, the waves of arousal from a moment with your boyfriend washes over you. this isn't about you tonight, you will not ask for james to return the favor. you should relax a little before getting into the bed with him again.

you fill a huge glass of water for james, after you drink one yourself. you go back to your bedroom, sitting next to the spot james is lying. his eyes are still closed, you worry he fell asleep for a second.

he blinks when you cup his cheek. he gives you a perfect smile, turning his face to kiss your hand. "i thought you fell asleep." you say.

james shakes his head. "i was waiting for you."

you give him a proud smile. "would you like some water?"

he nods, and you help him sit. he takes the glass from your hand and sips greedily. you can't help but smile at him, he finishes the glass quickly. "thank you, angel." he says, getting closer to your face to give you a kiss. you part your lips for him as he kisses you breathless.

you pull yourself back, looking at his pretty eyes. "you know, i really do believe your coach is not true in his words. i know how hard you try and how good you are in the field." you stroke his cheek. "i hope you believe in me. i never want you to be upset or doubt yourself when you're so good."

he nods, grateful and sweet. "it means a lot to me. your opinion, i mean. i'm glad for your support, my love, i really am."

you give him another smile, he puts the empty glass next to his glasses and you move to your side on the bed. "i can get you a shirt if you want, maybe you'll get cold." you say before laying down properly.

he shakes his head. "it's fine." he hesitates before he asks for something else. "would you- would you like to take your shirt off? so that i can feel you closer."

he is so gentle like he always is, you nod. "of course, i'd like that."

you make a quick work of your clothes, taking off everything. skin to skin contact makes everything better and james is so, so big and warm. you pull him to your naked chest as he presses a kiss on your skin. he gently holds your waist as you stroke his curls in your hand, brushing his hair back, helping him bury himself closer to your body. "you are okay, hmm? you are okay, baby."

"you didn't get to come." he murmurs, sleepily. "i promise, in the morning." he whispers disconnected words.

"i'm fine, that was for you." you lead his thigh to stay between your legs, pressing your warm cunt on his muscular leg to remain steady until the morning. "can you keep your leg here, sweetheart? i'll be okay than."

he nods, kissing you one last time on the skin below your nipple before sleep takes him. "of course. thank you." he streches like a kitten, and he settles down. "i love you."

you whisper the words back to him, holding him close to your chest until he finally falls asleep. the bed is warm and james's leg helps you when you can close your eyes. your pretty boy takes a sleepy breath, and you keep him under the covers, forever keeping him in your arms.

[calumfmu]

divorce lawyer steve is the loml 😍

could we see him finally meeting the husband you’re divorcing? 😉

Shorter one, but you know--had to do this to build the little universe better.

Divorce Lawyer!Steve x Reader [part one. part two.]

cw: smut-ish (interrupted), vulgar language, slut shaming, older!Steve, two idiots in love

“What are you doing here?”

Steve stood in your doorway, semi casually dressed—to his standards. White button down, pushed to the elbows, navy blue pants, brown loafers. His glasses were missing from his face, hair disheveled as he seemed to be more dressed down.

“I was in town?” His voice was gravelly, as he hadn’t expected you to open the door before he even knocked. You were on your way out, a normal visit to the inner city to drown out the past few months with partying.

“You live on the other side of New York.”

“Ah.”

You two sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. It was the first time around him you had felt uncomfortable, if you had even wanted to call it that.

“What’s that?” Your finger pointed to a box, wrapped in black paper, glossy, with a single bow.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

He was acting suspicious, not quite meeting eye contact as he stood in your doorway, looking like a scared cat that could flee at any moment. You grabbed the box anyways, snatching it from his hands before turning on your heel to go into your living area, plopping down on the couch.

As you began to unwrap the gift, he remained at the door, hands shoved in his pockets. You eyed him, raising an eyebrow as you took off the last bits of paper on the box.

“Stop being weird, old man,” an exasperated sigh left your mouth as he grumbled to himself, not pleased with your comment referencing his age.

It had been about a month of being his client, discussing paperwork, the details of separation, fucking him behind closed doors. The last part shouldn’t be apart of the equation, but one look at him, you couldn’t resist the temptation.

As the door to your apartment closed behind him, he stepped in, taking a wide look at the room around him. Moving boxes were still present, shoved into the corners of the room, scribbles of your name on the cardboard. You didn’t know what he was expecting—you to be living this lavish life in a lavish apartment, but it was home to you. Home to you at least for now.

You gasped loudly, slapping your hands to your mouth as you finally took a look inside of the box. Manolo Blahnik Mary Jane’s, patent leather shiny as ever, sitting there and dying to be worn.

“Steve!” Your mouth was wide open, surprise evident as you were had no idea was even aware of this side of heaven—shoe heaven. Grabbing the shoes, you immediately toed off your others, trading them for the gifted heels. Perfect fit. “You shouldn’t have!”

Giddy with emotion, you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. A sloppy kiss landed on his cheek, the grimace in return as your entire body weight leaned on him. Slowly his arms came to snake around your waist, gripping the skin around your middle section.

His eyes met yours as he stared down at you, warm, chocolate brown with a whole world to offer. In this lighting, you could truly see his beauty, how age only made him more angelic, filled with fine lines and moles dotting his cheeks.

“You said I owed you, so…” he shrugged, a smug look crossing his face as he took in how grateful you truly were for the gift.

“You didn’t actually have to,” you replied, trailing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “The other pair wasn’t actually ruined, and these are so… so-”

“Think of it as an early separation gift.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. Just as you turned to lean into the kiss, he pulled away, a slight dip of his eyebrow in teasing manner.

“Steve Harrington, what am I going to do with you?”

He looked away from you, smiling into the distance as you looked down at your shoes once more, squealing with delight. This was all too domestic, too inappropriate for what your relationship should be with him, especially only a month in—yet not a relationship at all, but who was anyone to tell you differently?

Sinking down to your knees, you were careful to not scuff the gifted shoes, settling on the balls of your feet. You reached for his belt buckle, hastily working the metal between your fingers. His hand instinctively came to your head, tangling in the hair as he gasped.

“What-what’s—no, you don’t have to-” His words became jumbled as you smirked up at him, blinking through long lashes.

Faux pouting, you freed his zipper, slowly pulling it down with the lightest touch of your fingers.

“I could tell you about this Ferragamo dress I’ve been eyeing,” you whispered, biting your lip as you began to palm his through his exposed underwear. His head dipped back quickly, his eyes rolling shut. “Or—I could show you how grateful I really am.”

He nodded down at you, tightening his grip in your hair as you pressed a kiss to his groin, staring up at him through it. A shuttered breath escaped him, slow and jagged, his eyes watching the quick dart of your tongue dampening the material.

Just as you pulled him out of his restraint, a rapid knock was heard at the door. Steve craned his head back, silently cursing to himself as you wrapped a hand around him, moving slowly over the velvety skin of his shaft.

“Should you get that?”

“They’ll go away.” An open mouth kiss was pressed to his head, licking away the beaded pearl at the tip. The salted skin had you drooling, already craving more.

The knock was more urgent this time, a male voice heard through the thick wood of the door. It made the both of you pause in your tracks, Steve’s eyes widening, your mouth half way around him.

“Is that-?”

“You think-?”

It took only one more knock before the two of you were making haste, Steve’s pants sliding up with a jump, you wiping the corners of your mouth. The both of you were trying to appear normal, appear like actual lawyer and client inside of whatever this was.

Rushing over to the door, you have one last look at Steve, him lingering over the kitchen island as he grabbed a random folder, grateful that it had been documents relevant to the divorce settlement.

Your soon-to-be-ex’s eyes were small as he took you in, eyes dragging down your figure. His looks, those in which you had once thought were beautiful, seemed devious, up to no good while he stood before you.

“New outfit? Looks slutty,” he muttered, pushing his way into your apartment. He looked around, focusing on the boxes in the corner of the apartment, taking in every minuscule detail of the room.

“Aw damn, I was hoping for more tramp-y,” you were firm in your words, but insecure nonetheless. You felt exposed as he stood there, nervous that he would instantly know what you and Steve had previously been up to.

Taking notice of the older man in the corner of the room, your ex adjusted his suit, shirt unbuttoned down to below mid-chest exposing firm muscle that had your eyes rolling. He put on a bravado-type show, puffing out his chest like some animal trying to intimidate its prey. Steve didn't notice.

You leaned a hip against your couch, arms crossed against your chest, eyes rolling back as your ex continued to do whatever he was doing.

"Is there a reason you're on my side of town?"

Steve finally turned around at the sound of your voice, pulling his wire frames out of his pants pocket and sliding them onto his face. If there was just the privacy of you two, you would've jumped him by now. Barely looking at the younger man, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him.

"Your side of town?" His NY accent was thick, home to the city you now call home. "Didn't realize that was on the table for the divorce."

"Speaking of terms of settlement, I don't think it's quite appropriate that you're here right now," Steve's voice drew the staring competition that you two began, two stubborn attitudes gnawing at each other. You were reluctant to pull your eyes away from the man, noticing just how cheap his expensive suit looked on him.

Your ex turned towards Steve, hands on his hips, chest poked out, styled hair coiffed on his head. Its style didn't compare to the older man—and he had about 20 years on him.

"And who might you be, old man?"

Steve's reply was a tick of his jaw, tongue smacking against his teeth as he walked up to meet the man. A hand shot out for him to shake, although it was left unmet. Your ex-partner just stared down at it, thumb reaching out to rub against his bottom lip.

"Harrington, Steve Harrington. Representing the young lady over here." Sighing, Steve tucked the hand into his pocket, stifling his own eye roll at the rude gesture. He shared a brief look with you, understanding now why you wanted out of the marriage so badly. Even by this barely thirty second interaction.

"Mm, bet you're sleeping with her, grandpa," your ex's words had you stifling a giggle, your teeth digging into the palm of your hand to stop the sound. It wasn't that his words were funny, but more so Steve's reaction to it.

He had cleared his throat, rather loudly, tugged at his collar that hung loosely at his neck. Obvious wasn't the word to put it, just a surge of an uncomfortable feeling that overcame him. One thing you could count on was your ex-husband being dense as ever, grateful that he hadn't caught the movement he had made.

"Hardly ever professional," Steve answered, clasping his hands in front of him. "Even to joke about, young man."

He was met with a response similar to his original, a tick of the jaw and eyes cut towards him. The younger man hated the turn of the namecalling back, even despite calling Steve everything other than the word 'geriatric' itself.

"I can bet you want to. I mean, look at her."

"Sir."

The irritation that stemmed from the nicknames towards him geared towards the comments made about you, Steve pinched his nose bridge. He shoved the papers to the side, tugged on the sides of his jackets, straightened his posture. Taking a step towards you, he brushed past the younger guy.

"I have a meeting starting up soon," he said, crowding your space. One of his hands brushed against the side of your thigh, a gesture that went unnoticed by the other party in the room, definitely noticed by you. Butterflies began in the pit of your stomach, tingling lower as your skin burned with the touch of his hand. "We can meet at my office, our scheduled twelve."

As you began to answer, your ex spoke up for you, waving his hands in the air as he made his way towards the door instead.

"I'm heading out, you can relax, geezer," your ex opened the door, lingering for a moment more. "I was just stopping by to see what more my lawyer can collect."

He threw a wink towards you, nodding in Steve's direction.

"Better suit up well, pal. It's only going to get worse from here."

The door shut behind him, silence hanging heavy in the air as the two of you sat there—stunned silence. It took only seconds for you to start laughing as soon as that door closed, leaning against the couch with your hands covering your mouth, feet in the air as you sat on the back of the furniture. Steve shook his head at you, running his hands through his hair.

"Really? Him?"

You nodded, cackling at the mess that was left behind by the few words that were shared between the men. Taking a step in your direction, Steve found space between your open legs, hands resting on the couch outside of your thighs.

"There's no way he could've been anything other than that," Steve huffed a laugh finally, hanging his head as your giggles finally came to a stop.

You ran your hands up the front of his chest, the fabric of his shirt running between your fingers. Tugging at the material, you brought his face closer to your own, inches away from each other as you stared up into his eyes. That chocolate brown had you smiling softly, comfort easing the anxiety that had settled at your chest from the earlier interaction.

"Shut up and kiss me, old man."

Steve smiled widely, eyebrows shooting up. Humor found him at your words, different than the earlier reactions given. "Oh, you guys were perfect for each other."

You pressed your lips to his, slotting perfectly into his shape. It was a chaste kiss, a subtle press of lips that warmed your core.

"But I think you're perfect for me now."

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[fallenangelkitten]

You Asked for This

Synopsis: In a cloud of possession, Henry fucks you to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: possessive, restrains, angry sex, denial, masochism

Note: This one was SO fun to write. Enjoy ;)

He yanked his arm from your grasp, shooting a deadly glare at you. Your brow furrowed as you felt a tinge of pain hit your heart. “Henry! Wha-“

“Don’t give me that!” He yelled, eyes wide and full of anger. “You know exactly what you did. You just let him touch you.” His eyes shifted to the floor.

“H-Henry… are you serious? He’s my boss, I couldn’t just jerk my hand away like you so obviously can,” You tried to explain.

“I don’t give a fuck who he is. You are mine. So now it’s your turn. You let him touch you, you don’t get to touch me,” his eyes were heated with fury, but his lips held a sinister smirk. You couldn’t help but feel the arousal pool in your underwear; his jealousy and anger only in turn heating your eyes with lust. You tried to squeeze your legs together to give yourself some sort of relief from your quickly consuming need.

“I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. But I need you and I know you need me, too,” you went to hold his hand but he snatched it back. You searched his eyes for any sense of change but found none. “Please, Henry.”

He said nothing. He would only look down at you, chest heaving and nostrils flared. “Henry?” You asked, but still nothing. Only a slight raise of his brow, as if an unspoken challenge. “Seriously?”

His mouth set into a hard line. He finally broke his gaze and shifted to turn from you, but you caught his wrist. His reaction was ungodly fast, breaking your connection and snatching yours into his hand. He pulled you to where you were only a few centimeters from his face. “You want my touch? My hands on you? Fine. Your wish is my command, Darling,” he snarled. The name he used for you coming off of his tongue like a curse.

He dragged you into the bedroom. “Undress and stand next to the bed, don’t move,” he commanded. Your mouth began to water in anticipation. You did just as he asked as he left the room. He returned to you with a shiny pair of cuffs. Licking your lips, you held your hands out to him. He latched one around your wrist, the click of the clasp echoing in your ears. He guided your hands above your head, leading you to one of the bars overtop the middle of your four poster bed.

You were almost dangling from the middle of the bed, knees just barely taking the pressure off of your wrists. He made his way under you. He was completely naked- your eyes took him in, his length slapping against his stomach as he scooted between your thighs. You were panting, your lust beginning to seep down your thighs and onto his hips.

His head tilted to one side, “I haven’t even touched you and you’re a mess. Look at you. You think I’m going to fuck you? Brats don’t get rewarded, (y/n),” without warning he plunged into you with resounding force, he hit the deepest part of you and stayed there. “We’re going to stay like this for as long as I see fit. You’re going to dangle there, with my cock stuffed into you, while you try and remember who you belong to.”

You whimpered above him, mouth hung open. You couldn’t move your hips if you wanted to; not only did he have you at a height to where you couldn’t gain any traction, but his hands grounded your hips to his own. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, only making you groan. You were aching, cunt throbbing and gripping around him. You heard the deep growl he attempted to hold back emerge from his chest. “Henry, please!” You begged.

He only hardened the grip on your hips with one hand, bring the other up to your breasts. He flicked one of them, pain shooting through you causing you to cry out. He clasped the other between his thumb and index finger, pinching slightly- just enough to be more painful than pleasurable. He rocked his hips once, even the smallest amount of friction was now overstimulating.

You were shaking above him, already on the brink of release. He kept you constricted against him as he move his hand from your breast to your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, holding out his index. Without hesitation, you took him into your mouth, hoping- praying, he would take pity on you. You sucked his finger as if it were his throbbing cock; tongue swirling around and lapping at the tip. You almost wished it were his cock, the feeling of him so deep and unmoving was driving you mad.

With his finger acting as a gag, he rocked his hips against yours a second time. But twice was all it took- you came furiously, back arched and head falling back. He pulled his finger from your mouth and rubbed slow circles against one of your nibbles. You could feel your own spit against it, the air making it cold.

Your senses still hadn’t came back to you as he sat to reach above you and undo one the the cuffs. You collapsed against his chest, your hair sticking to it from the mixture of your sweat. He was still pulsing inside of you as he brought his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Now. Who do you belong to?”

“You, Henry. I’m yours.”

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

[stay-corner]

im crying. jisung wearing a choker with a heart shaped tag on it. i need him so bad.

–🐿💕

warnings: nsfw, minors do not read! unprotected sex, creampie, hanji wears cat ears and a choker but they don't come into play much, he's desperate and horny and whiny and that's exactly how i like my men, he sucks on your fingers, u choke him, he cries, all that. he passes out a bit but he's fine. overstimulation ig? idk it's also pretty nasty and sweaty

word count: 1.1k words

a/n: hanji anon it has been almost two years since you cried in my inbox about jisung wearing a heart choker and i don't know if you're still around but i'll let you know the recent bow choker jisung incident made me let out an honest to god whimper. so here's a nasty drabble involving jisung, a bow choker with a heart shaped tag on it, and cat ears. jesus take the wheel

[05:31 am - han jisung]

"faster, faster, fuck," he chants in a desperate tone, hands slipping quickly from your hips to your thighs and back up, restless and greedy as he grips your flesh, nails digging in and squeezing painfully. all you can do is moan, whimpers stuck in your throat as you piston your hips on top of his own, legs quivering from both extertion and his needy pawing.

"i'm going... as fast as... i can, ji..." squeezes through your constricted throat between pants, jaw slack and eyes barely keeping open. jisung's so hard and thick for you, you want to throw your head back and fall prey to the enjoyment, but the image of him fucked out underneath you, cheeks flushed, pretty black choker resting on his neck, frilly bow and shiny heart glinting back at you, and the cat ears clumsily clipped in his hair... god, you couldn't have mustered a more erotic image even if you tried your hardest.

jisung bucks his hips up into yours at just the right time, the impact hitting a new angle that makes you keen and pulls an open sob out of him, head lurching off the pillow from the pleasure as his eyes squeeze shut. "oh, you're sopping wet, fuck... fuck..." jisung whines, his high voice reminiscent of the harmonious high notes he hits in the recording booth, now distorted with lust and want and desperation. "please, please, faster, wanna cum so bad," he runs his mouth stupid, brain shut off, and you feel your lungs burning.

"ji, you're so... fucking... insatiable..." you groan back at him, eyebrows furrowing because you're positive that you can't physically go any faster than you're going right now, the sound of smacking skin and wet squelches and unabashed moaning bouncing off the walls of jisung's bedroom. you already forgot how many times either of you came so far, brains gradually turning to mush the longer you pleasured each other, until you were reduced to the mindless animals bucking into each other now, fucking like rabbits.

one of jisung's hands moves down, brushes your clit in its pursuit of rubbing against his pelvis and your thighs, fingers becoming drenched in the mix of both of your slick and cum. he lets out an almost pained sound at the feeling, gaze watching how the substance webs between his spread fingers, and he almost grows cross eyed at the sight, head falling defeated on the pillow.

"that word's too big for me..." he remembers to respond, fingers returning to grab at your body, wherever you'd let him. "it's so sloppy, fuck, i'm... so numb, but it's so good... fuck... make me cum, make me cum," jisung rambles on and on, eyes squeezing and head thrashing from side to side, messing with the ears in his hair, choker straining at his neck. you think it's on a bit tight, but jisung probably likes it. it might leave a small mark, and you clench at the thought.

jisung is still wailing for you, the filter between his mouth and mind nonexistent, and before you think, one of your hands lifts from his toned, sweaty chest, up to his mouth, two of your fingers slipping in effortlessly. jisung responds with muscle memory, jaw falling slack and body relaxing, lids finally lifting as he shows you his beautiful doe eyes, growing glassier by the second. his hands don't flex painfully into your flesh anymore, fingers letting go as he begins rubbing over your torso and legs, mouth alternating between tongueing your fingers and sucking on them.

"that's it.. pretty and brainless for me, ji, hm?" you huff down at him, tone sweeter, sticky and soft for him. it's hypnotic to him - jisung thinks you'll be the death of him, and he's fine with it. "you're fucked stupid, baby," you add, and one of his hands runs over your tummy, catching onto your bellybutton before it descends further, soaked thumb making contact with your aching clit. it's gentle - even in his fucked-out state, jisung knows how to touch you, knows you're sensitive, knows this is enough to make you tighten around him, make your toes curl.

his other hand slips off your thigh, rubbing up his own torso, over his soft tummy, over his raised chest, and finally finds your fingers, coiling them in his grasp and pulling them up, towards his neck. jisung blinks up at you, gaze zoning in and out, and his eyes begin to well up with tears when you finally grab his throat firmly, the feeling of the choker's frilly fabric making the hair on your arm stand up.

"shit, jisung, you're fucking nasty," you mutter, fingers pushing harsher against his tongue as you grip the sides of his throat, and the new leverage allows you to angle your hips better, descending on him harsher, over and over and over again, the sound of smacking skin and wet squelches and muffled gagging echoing against the walls of jisung's head, and he only realizes he's crying when the cold tears roll down his ears, his burning red hot ears.

jisung wants to warn you, tell you he'll cum, but it builds up so fast in his lower tummy, and he sees only bright white behind his eyes as the sensation travels down his legs and up his body, feet clenching and unclenching, hands all but smacking down on you from the sheer force of the feeling, pushing and pulling at once, unsure of where he wants you - he shivers violently, thighs and ass and biceps burning and shaking, his lungs pushing all the air out in spite of the sharp clench in his chest, veins bulging in his throat and forehead and fucking cock, balls clenching as he empties inside you, the pull deliciously painful. your walls milk him too well, and he lets another sob out around your fingers as the tip of his dick throbs, each drag of your pussy sending electric jolts down his shaft, directly into his bloodstream.

jisung only comes around again when you brush his hair off his forehead softly, fingers working the cat ears out of his strands, and tenderly undoing his choker. his ears ring, and he has to relax his muscles manually, body still tensed and jolting every few seconds. you leave a peck on his temple, hand rubbing softly at his throat, down his chest, up to his cheek, and he has half a mind to tilt his head, kiss your palm. his eyes are closed.

"you're so good to me, ji" you whisper against his skin, body lying next to his. you're both sweaty and gross, and jisung is in love with you, so he tells you so.

"... 'm love you."

you chuckle and nuzzle into him. it only takes you two a minute tops to drift off, sweaty, and gross, and in love, and thoroughly satisfied. (for now - he'll agree with you tomorrow, when his brain can finally process more than three syllables at once, that he is insatiable, after all).

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Crewel taking care of a puppy found in the street and return it to the owner.

This interaction could have easily turned into a long fic (which I unfortunately don’t have the time for) so 😅 I’m afraid I had to cut it short! Luckily I was still able to sneak in some 101 Dalmatians and Cruella references.

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

It happened on a rainy afternoon in the Foothill Town.

Umbrella open like a flower, Crewel made his way down the street. In his other hand was a fragrant bag full of high-quality tea leaves begging to be brewed into a nice warm cup.

Sheets of mist fell upon the rooftops, tracing shapes in a shimmering silver. It was chilly—not a concern for him, as he was outfitted in his signature fur coat. He was careful to take light steps to avoid splashing rainwater onto his well-tailored clothes.

A faint light cut through the gloom. It snagged on his periphery, drew his eyes toward it.

He came to a complete stop.

There, displayed in a boutique window, was a mannequin in a floral petticoat and a white ruffled skirt layered like a tiered cake. It was posed provocatively, legs propped up on a chair and body tilted back, hand on the hip. Scrawled on the glass pane was a shockingly scarlet message, as if scribbled by a drunken woman in her bright red lipstick: It should be fun!

“What a marvelous display,” Crewel mused. My compliments go to the designer.

The rain continued to fall like an icy shroud around him. The circle of golden light spilling from the lit interior of the boutique was his safe haven from the weather.

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to take a look—perhaps when I’m down browsing, the rain will have let up.

He headed for the door, swinging it open. His entry wad announced by the ringing of a bell, followed by soft scampering across the floorboards.

As Crewel made to close his umbrella, something quickly brushed by his pant leg.

He looked—and startled.

A Dalmatian pup had bolted in, its fur sopping wet from the outside. It skidded to a stop before him and aggressively shook itself off, sending a fine spray of water in all directions… and on Crewel’s tailored slacks. He blinked, but found himself crouching down to its level.

What do we have here, a lost pup?

The boutique owner cursed from behind the front counter. “Sir, please curb your dog!”

“It’s not my…” His voice trailed off. He couldn’t bring himself to protest.

The Dalmatian, ever so fearless, gave a friendly bark. It nuzzled against his leg, staring up at him with large chocolatey eyes.

The puppy earned a low laugh from Crewel.

“Diving into doors when the opportunity arises, drying yourself off on me… Hmph, you’re a scrappy one. I can’t say I dislike that. Come here.”

Crewel carefully scooped up the shivering creature in his arms. With a curt nod and an apology to the shopkeeper, he retreated to a quiet corner of the boutique, shielding the puppy in his coat. It pawed against his vest and tracking mud onto the fabric. Crewel sighed—he’d have to get the entire suit dry-cleaned later.

“Let’s have a proper look at you,” he muttered, bringing the Dalmation out again.

It was a small thing, dotted like every other dog of its breed. Notably, a large black spot swallowed its left eye.

Up close, he could tell it was no stray. No, this dog was far too full-bodied and muscular to be getting by on only scraps. Its fur, too shiny and trimmed.

… That, and there was a telltale crimson band around its neck. A collar, a metal tag glinting in the store’s bright lights. Patch, it read, male. When Crewel grasped it and turned it over, the tag yielded an address and phone number.

“Ah, that must be your owner,” Crewel tutted. “How naughty of you to make your escape. Shall I bring you back there?”

Patch responded with a hapless grin and a slobbery kiss. He began to go in for a second lick, but the attempt ended in a loud sneeze.

The boutique owner casted them a dirty look.

Crewel rolled his eyes but provided a polite “We’ll be on our way.

He stepped outside, umbrella out again. Crewel regarded his canine companion fondly, ruffling its head.

“Come along, you little rascal. We can’t return you to your owner in this sorry state.

“My apartment here on Sage’s Island is small, but it can temporarily accommodate one puppy. I’ll run you a bath and clean you up before then. A hot meal is also in order—this weather is awful.”

Patch yipped enthusiastically at his newfound friend. Whether he understood what was happening or not was debatable, but he seemed happy either way.

“I’ll take that as I have your permission to proceed.” Crewel draped his coat over Patch, holding him close.

They would brave the storm together, man and man’s best friend.

[sanjisblackasswife]

timi im sobbing like a bitch while rewatching corazón and law's story (PLUS IM ON MY PERIOD SO BYE)

COULD U PLEASE PLEAAAASE write something about cora??🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🤧🤧🤧🥲🥲🥲🥲🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🥲🥲🤧🤧🥲🥲 anything- i just need him to hug me and kiss me and fuck me and love me etc etc etc aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (dying)

“𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍”

𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Hand holding, Pet names, Soft!Dom Cora, Aftercare, (?) Soft Smut, Size kink(?), Oral, Body Worship, Cora has a tongue piercing

☹️❣️I hope this helps

“You don’t…” a shaky breath left your lips, “Have to…”

“Yes I do…lay down and let me take care of you.”

Damn it.

His breath in your ear made your eyes roll back, you fell weak against his touch.

His long slender fingers unbuttoning the front of your bra while his cold lips hit your hot neck. His kisses were so gentle.

That was his mantra after all. He was your big gentle giant.

Usually you always took charge, laying him down and he was at your disposal but tonight Cora seen the sadness you been carrying behind your smile, he wasn’t too great with his words, more clumsy with verbally as he is physically. So he decided tonight was going to be about you.

“This…” Cora’s heavy breathing against your freed nipple made you mewl, “This…body…is all mine…and I wanna take care of what’s mine.”

His kisses were peppered over the mounds of your breast, he knew how sensitive you were so he smirked at your flinches, kitten licking the top before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue didnt rest, it was wrapping and swirling all over while his other free hand fondled the other.

“Rosi…” You whine, you felt so small, his large nude frame over your half clothed one, his body grinding against you, you felt a wet mess on your thigh already, you giggle weakly, “…I’m fine..”

“If you’re fine, then let me make you feel better than that.”

He closed his large hand with yours now looking into your eyes while his lips slips off your breast, leaving a shiny spit line disconnecting you both down to your panty line, he bit into the thin fabric and pulled it down with his teeth, not breaking away from your gaze.

He kissed both of your inner thighs, the small graze from his lips on your clit made you clench,

“I love this pussy…so much…”

His vulgar words in such a soft tone made you bite your lip, until a hum cane out of you, his long snake like tongue pushing its way inside your cunt, you immediately clench down at the cold metal that was accompanied with it.

“Thats it..” His voice muffled before diving in, feeling your hand squeeze down onto his, “Feel good for me baby, focus on this tongue.”

Cora’s head moved back and fourth, tongue fucking your hole before swirling it back on your clit, your voice was bouncing off the walls of how well he could use it.

There wasn’t an area on your pussy he didn’t lap up, his eyes rolling back at your taste and smell, just overflowing in his mind, “Fuck!” You heard him groan time to time.

Now, here you are a panting undone mess, cumming only in minutes from him being in between your thighs.

The kiss was messy, he needed you to taste yourself.

Drool pooled between both of you, barely being able to breath you both were so needy for each others touch, you didn’t mind feeling him slide his cock half way inside you.

“Th-this..is new…” You stutter, you and him knew how big he was, so missionary wasn’t something you both had in mind to do but for tonight he will make sure to keep you noting less of pleasure in this position.

The bed shook the ground, Cora’s hips nearly snapping aginst yours, he couldn’t bottom out, only half way in in fear he may hurt you he kept his pace steady and it was perfect.

“I love you..” Your boyfriend whined in your ear now grabbing both of your hands as you rocked your hips together, “I love you so much, babe. Please don’t leave me.”

His voice was cracking and you heard a few sniffs in your ear as he kissed it turning his head to find your lips again. You both were so overwhelmed by this new closeness you felt yourself cumming again.

“I love you, Rosi!” You moaned, letting go of one hand to hold the back of his nape, “I love you, I won’t ever leave you..”

It was emotional for you both, but the pleasure of the orgasm you shared together that night made it all the more better.

It left you shaking, one of your legs wrapped around his hip, he grabbed it keeping it up there as he rode out both of your highs, not once letting go from your kisses or hand.

When he pulled out, there was a sticky pool beneath you both, Neither of you cared you just wanted to be held.

and that he did.

“I meant what i said, Cora…’m never leaving you”

“I know..” He pulled you into his neck, tracing shapes on your lower back, he smiled, “I know..”

He lifted your chin, brushed back the wet fly away hairs on your forehead to kiss you so passionately, it got messy and then came in some tongue sucking and moaning, it riled you both up again.

That night was filled with back to back love making and hand holding, mixed with constant praise of “i love yous” and other sweet mothings, it was done not just for you but to confirm with your big man that you’d never leave.

and you never did.

[gyllenhaalstories]

WE'RE NOT COWBOYS — DANNY SHARP

summary: danny likes his banks robberies short and sweet. he avoids collateral damage at all costs... most of the time.

warnings: reader is gender neutral! bank robbery, weapons, injury, blood, some sort of comfort/fluff mix? your guess is as good as mine. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2515

gif credits: @/stephendorff (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i watched ambulance again and i could not resist writing whatever this is. 💵 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"Why is it taking so fucking long?" A man shouted from God knew where. "Where's Mel? Has anybody seen Mel Gibson?" More men answered 'no sir' in sync.

You sobbed, the pain stung so bad that even crying hurt. You were stuck in a cycle. The more you cried, the more it hurt and the more it made you want to cry.

A tall, bearded man stared down at you. He rubbed his knuckles, soothing the pain he caused himself by punching you in the face. You had taken him by surprise, squealing of fear while he hurried out of the vault with the last of the money and valued goods he stole. He took a better hold of his rifle, he tried to assess if your life was worth wasting a bullet on.

"I swear to God, I'm gonna kill that guy!" The first person spoke again and marked a pause before continuing, he chuckled while he specified his wish. "I won't! Okay? I won't. Not until today's precious cargo is safe and sound."

Nope, you were not worth it. He abandoned you by the bank tellers' desks, shaking like a palm tree in a storm.

"There you fucking are! Thought you got lost, that's not very Braveheart of you." You heard some mumbling you assumed came from the man who punched you. He received more reprimands and threats in exchange for his tardiness. "Do I have to tie you to one of those kiddy leashes so you don't run away? I saw some parents walk their child with that shit last week. Los Angeles, man... It'll drive you crazy!"

You heard instructions being given, the men were wrapping up and leaving the building. All men except for the one who's footsteps echoed louder and louder. You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could in this moment. You closed your eyes too, maybe if you could not see him then he would not see you. Wrong.

"Hi."

You ignored him, rocking yourself back and forth until another wave of pain made you wail.

"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me. You're okay, you're fine."

You made the mistake of looking up and locked eyes with this man dressed in fancy attire. He looked like a manager with his tailored suit and dress pants, he even got a shiny name tag to go with it. You failed to read what the tag said.

"My name's Daniel," he offered you a smile you could barely decipher with your vision, blurry from the tears. "Everyone calls me Danny."

You did not budge, bloodshot eyes staring at his foggy figure.

"You're hurt." He noticed a drop or two of blood on your brow bone. "Who hurt you? Was it Mel Gibson?"

You nodded frantically, but stopped. It hurt too much.

"That fucker." He said under his breath, but covered it up with another disingenuous smile. "You stay there, okay? I'll be right back. Don't move."

He ordered you to stay immobile and you listened. Where would you go anyway? Maybe he had an army of Mel Gibsons out there. All you knew was that they swarmed in the bank, you froze in place and, because of your reaction (or lack thereof), you failed to follow the other workers and visitors when they were bunched up in a corner of the facility.

Danny speed-walked his way back to where he came from, instructing his men to leave without him. He'd be fine, there was just a small inconvenience he had to deal with.

The next thing you heard was his familiar footsteps hurrying back to you.

"Good job! You listened." His tone was somewhere in the middle of patronizing and comforting, but at this very moment you preferred to cling to his words and to do as he said. "I'll take a look, okay? Let me look at you." He crouched down.

You pulled your hand slowly away from the left side of your face, where you were punched. You flinched when Danny approached you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. And I'm gonna make sure the guy who did this..." He looked at your wound then back into your eyes. "Pays for it. Got it?"

You nodded, slower this time than before. You figured out what he meant by that and the thought was sinister.

"Oh, poor little thing." He grinned, his facial expression softening when he assessed the gravity of your state. "It's just a black eye. You'll be fine."

You were starting to wonder what being fine meant to him.

"It won't hurt for long, trust me. I've gotten my fair share of those. I'm a little bit of a troublemaker." He winked at you and giggled.

The adrenaline rush started to drop, leaving you shivering.

Danny quickly noticed. He kept an eye on you, noticing how much you flinched and tensed up when he moved, while he took off his jacket and the black cashmere sweater he wore underneath. "Can ya feel that? It's soft. It's cashmere. I love cashmere." He draped the sweater over your body, hoping that it would stop you from shaking like a leaf. "I'll get you something for the pain."

Your mind began an epic race. If this guy was anything like the villains you saw in movies, he'd probably drug you or kill you the second he earned your trust. Oh God. He was earning it already! You were doomed, this was how it ended for you... Sitting on the dusty floor of the bank and being sweet talked towards your demise.

While your mind spiralled endlessly, Danny had searched the place around. He located a vending machine, probably destined for employees for their lunch break. Now, all he needed was a handful of coins. Lucky him, banks were full of coins. He scavenged through messy desks and even messier drawers until he found what he wanted. He headed towards the machine and, while waiting to select his desired item, he made a quick phone call to Castro.

"Mister Sharp, I can't do this right now! No, I'm not watching the soccer game. I'm just busy, the guys are arriving! What am I supposed to do? Okay, got it. I'll go! I'm coming! Yeah, I'll get a car! I'm running! Are you good? You seem stressed again. Stress is bad. I heard tea helped, have you tried to drink tea? Wait, how am I gonna make it back here? Mister Sharp? Do you need flamingos this time?"

You caught no word of that, despite how his employee was shouting through the phone, too busy listening to your own thoughts. Only Danny's silhouette walking towards you pulled you out of this misery.

He pressed a cold can of soda on the corner of your eye. "It will soothe the pain and you won't swell as much. First time getting punched, huh?" You shrugged, he took that as a yes. "I remember my first time... It was with my brother."

You frowned, the phrasing could not have been worse.

"No!" He yelled, clearing everything up. "I mean the first punch. He punched me. We were playing cowboys and he just popped one right in my face. He said it was an accident. I believe him. He became a Marine, maybe that moment inspired him."

You were not in the right state, both physical and psychological, to unpack what you just heard. Instead, you focused on the cold aluminum of the can and how it numbed the stinging pain.

"There's gonna be a car waiting for us soon. I'll take you back home? You can take something for the pain, lay down and sleep it off. It will turn different colours while it heals, but you'll look as pretty as ever in no time."

You swallowed the lump in your throat that was telling you to not trust him. He was a stranger. A dangerous stranger, at that. Your gut feeling rang all sorts of alarms, but still... You wanted to believe him.

"If anyone asks, you can tell them you were clumsy. Hit yourself while opening the cupboards. They'll buy it, people are so gullible."

The flag could not have been more red than that.

Speaking of red, there was a red reflection coming from the windows.

"There he fucking is, took him long enough." Danny sighed with a roll of his eyes. His demeanour changed radically when he aimed his attention back to you. "Think you can stand up? Here, let me help you." He offered you strong hands to pull you up.

Your legs were shaky, your knees barely held you up on your feet but you managed.

"I gotcha." Danny wrapped a solid arm around your waist, silently encouraging you to lean on him while he guided you towards the exit.

You held the soda can tightly, subconsciously preparing yourself to use it as a weapon if needed.

Danny's employee, Castro, held the door open for you. He drowned the both of you in a river of excuses before his boss could even speak a word. "T'was the only set of keys I found, sir! I made it as fast as I can like you told me to! I always listen so well, maybe not about the flamingos though... But you know, maybe one day you'll think of paying me more. I'm kinda like the employee of the month."

"Employees of the month wouldn't forget the first fucking rule! What is it Castro? We don't touch these cars." The two men repeated this last sentence together like a parent lecturing his child.

You looked around. Your gut was telling you to run while they were arguing, to run and save your life.

Danny's grip tightened around your waist, as if he guessed what went through your mind. He discarded of Castro, sending him off to God knew where again. He opened the door of the luxury car for you.

You sat down, let him buckle your seat belt. It oddly felt like you were a hostage he tied up to prevent you from running away. Perhaps because that was exactly what you were.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Where do you live? I'm taking you for a ride. How romantic!"

*~*~*

Danny sang along, badly if you dared to admit it, to the songs on the radio while he drove you back to your place. He parked the car and walked around to the passenger side. He most definitely overcompensated his insanity with chivalry.

You got out of the car and sighed of relief. He was right, people were gullible and you were the best example of it. "Hey, Danny." You handed him his sweater. "Thank you."

"You can keep it. As a souvenir." You sure would remember this terrifying day and you did not need an expensive cashmere sweater to remind you of it.

The two of you walked until you reached the front door. "Can you promise me something?" Danny hooked a finger under your chin and made you look in his direction. "You can keep a secret, can you?"

You nodded.

"Good. You seem like a trustworthy person."

You smiled faintly.

"Got a beautiful smile too." This hint of praise was not manipulative, well not intentionally. "Listen. We're not cowboys. Well... I'm not. I'm not a cowboy. I do things right. Nobody else got hurt today, you know? You shouldn't have gotten hurt." Danny brushed his finger gently over the bruise. "But you gotta promise me to keep this between you and I."

He felt you tense up, a breath getting caught in your throat.

"You have to. I know you can. I told you how to cover it up." It referring to the black eye, to the context and reason behind it, to this day that was taken straight out of some of your worst nightmares. "This is a day just like any other day for you."

You opened your mouth to disagree. All you wanted was to take some money out of your bank account and go about your day. You did not even get to do any of that and you got a nasty bruise as a bonus.

"By keeping this a secret, you're saving a life." He nodded slowly with a grin on his thin lips. "Yours." His eyes darkened and his smile faded. "We're not cowboys," he repeated. "I only wanted the money and I got it." He shrugged it off like it was nothing. "You don't want to become collateral damage, do you?"

You hoped there would be no other day like today.

"And you won't." He swayed between threatening you one second and, on the next, he was reassuring you. "As long as you promise me." Danny's hands, that were resting on your shoulders, dragged down your arms.

He held your hands in his, it stopped you from shaking. What was it about this man that felt so soothing? You had heard him scream at his legion of bad guys. Yet, with you, he was rather calm and composed. Almost caring.

"We got a deal? Ah, fuck, wait." He rolled his eyes, faking to have forgotten something. His other hand disappeared behind his back and, for one second yet again, you regretted not having trusted your gut feeling. You stared at a stack of cash, fresh out of the bank that he robbed not that long ago, that he pulled out from under the back of his belt. "Now. Do we have a deal?" He presented his pinkie finger to you, waiting for you to seal this promise.

You glanced at the money, then at his face. You were met with eyes as blue as the sky behind him. You locked your finger with his and took the money with you. "Deal."

He started to walk away, turning his back at you. You were left with an immense promise to keep, enough money to take your mind off it for a while... And a cashmere sweater that smelled of his cologne. "Danny!" You called out his name.

He turned to face you, too quickly to have time to put on a fake smile. Danny started to second guess if this whole thing... If you were a good idea. But you cut him short.

"Will I see you around?"

The smile that started to spread from ear to ear was anything but fake. "Fuck yeah, you will. On TV. they'll be talking about it on the news. Impressive, huh? I never get tired of that shit." He took a deep breath, his chest swollen with pride. It took him a moment to register the intention behind your question. He arched his brow, amused. "Oh, you want more of this?" He gestured towards himself.

You agreed to meet again.

He told you he'd pick you up in this same car, so you knew what to expect. It was fine when Danny broke the rules. He could break all the rules he wanted. He was not a cowboy, but he sure was an outlaw.

[kingofpopmj]

I'm The Light Of The World, I'll Feel Grand

June 24, 2009

Summary: Michael brings his wife and kids to work. He’s preparing for This Is It, his final tour, and his family can’t wait to watch in on rehearsals.

Pairings: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: Family time, lots of fluff in the first half. The second half is a bit sad, but I wrote this based on what I feel Michael deserved from the world. This story is in a format that works if you only want to read the first half. (Stop reading at The Aftermath, if the sad part isn’t for you.)

*Y/N’s POV*

I smiled as I watched my husband struggling to untangle our daughter, Mavis’ leotard. There was so much tulle, his hands kept disappearing as he fought with the small clamps.

“Babe, do you need me to do it?”

“No, I got it.”

“Are you sure?” I teased.

“I am.” He winked at me, making me feel a rush of giddiness.

*flashback*

“Y/N? You haven’t said anything.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I, but here we are.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you not?” He shot back.

“I am.”

*end of flashback*

“Mom!” Carver, our son’s voice carried through the house, I rushed down the hallway to his room. “He won’t give it back!” He pointed angrily at his younger brother.

“Idris, sweetie, give your brother his shoe.” I bit back a laugh, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“He started it! Mom, he hid my pants!”

“Boys, we need to leave soon. Daddy has to be at work. Please finish getting ready. No more stealing each other’s clothing.”

“Fine.” Carver stretched, feeling around the top shelf of his bookcase, revealing blue jeans. “Trade?” The two boys quickly snatched their belongings and backed away from one another.

“Thank you.” I spun around, I had to finish getting ready myself and make breakfast, walking down the hallway I run into our daughter Sade, wearing my high heels. “What do we have here?”

“Hi mommy.” She giggled, she had her daddy’s smile. The perfect smile.

“How about we make a deal. You wear your own shoes and I’ll let you pick out anything of mommy’s to wear today.”

“Yes!” She kicked off my heels, sprinting over to my closet. “This one!”

“Yeah?” I saw the sparkly white clutch she selected. “This was a gift from your daddy, when he took me to the Grammy Awards with him.”

“Really?” Her eyes went wide, she loved hearing our stories.

“Yes.”

“When?” She asked excitedly, tugging at my arm, she pulled me over to the loveseat, waiting for more details.

“It was in 1984.”

“What’s this?” She pulled out a necklace. “Did daddy give this to you too?”

“Yes—”

“Tell me everything!” She interrupted me, kicking her feet happily.

*flashback*

“I got you something” Michael smiled, I love his smile.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Open it.” He was growing impatient. I knew he wanted to see my reaction to his gift.

“Oh— wow.” The box held inside of it the most beautiful clutch purse. It was white and had intricate beading all along the surface. It matched my dress perfectly. “Michael.” I was speechless. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around him. There was nothing I loved more than being in his arms.

“Y/N.” He pulled away, his hand reached up to my chin to look into my eyes. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I stared at him blankly. I couldn’t explain how those words made me feel. Especially, coming from him. He was my everything and he didn’t even know it.

“You—”

“Yes. I love you.” He interrupted me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He hated when I doubted myself.

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” He asked me with a nervous smile spreading across his face. I nodded quickly, leaning into his chest. “Look.” He pulled a locket out of his pocket, the shiny gold finish was stunning, but when I realized it was much more than that my heart began pounding faster.

“It’s our names.” My thumb glided over the engraving.

“Yes. I have a matching one.” He pointed to his chest, where it dangled, clipped to his blue bedazzled jacket. “And if you look on the other side, I left an open space.”

“For?”

“For our children’s names.”

“You really thought of everything.” I stated simply, trying to conceal the deep blush heating up my face. His words had such an effect on me. They always did.

“For you, I think of everything. I have a plan now.”

“Can I know the plan?”

“You’re going to be my wife one day. God willing we will have a big beautiful family. I’ll wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan.”

*end of flashback*

“Ta-da!” Michael cheered, entering the room with our daughter by his side.

“I want to be a ballerina too!” Sade pouted, seeing her twin sister dressed up and holding daddy’s hand was just too much.

“Come on. Let’s get you in your leotard and tiara your highness.” Michael held his hand out, which she gladly took.

“Mommy!” She turned around, pointing her little finger at me. “I want to hear the rest of the story later.” I nodded as she tiptoed out the room.

I took the opportunity to check on our eldest daughters, Naila and Kya. After checking their rooms, which turned out to be empty, I knew exactly where they were. I made my way downstairs, the smell of eggs hit me immediately.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite chefs.” I smiled, kissing them both on the top of their heads. “What are you preparing for us today?”

“I’m making pancakes, eggs and bacon. Ky is on smoothie duty.”

“It smells delicious. Do you need any help?”

“Can we pack lunches? So we can have a picnic in the arena like we used to when we were little?” Kya spoke, smiling nervously, tying her hair up.

“I love that idea. I’m not sure we have time to pack lunches. We can pick up—”

“Pizza?!”

“Yes.” My girls gave each other a high five before breaking out in a celebratory dance.

“Check this out!” Our youngest son, Johan ran into the kitchen with sock covered feet, spinning quickly then dropping to his knees.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. Again.” Naila teased.

“Dad does it. He doesn’t get hurt.” He stood up, rubbing his knees discreetly.

“He’s a professional.” She shot back.

“Yeah, well— you’re a butt.”

“Okay, okay, apologize to your sister then go get some shoes on.” I hugged him, tickling his under arms.

“Sorry Naaillaaaaa.” He said through his laughter.

“Food is ready mom.”

“You should do the honors honey.” I moved to set the table as I saw a big smile spread across Naila’s face.

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*Michael’s POV*

“Attention Jackson household, breakfast is ready you fools! Get downstairs now if you want to eat.” Naila announced from downstairs.

“Fools?” Mavis and Sade repeated confused, I bit my lip, shaking my head.

“She’s just teasing.”

“Daddy, can we dance with you today?”

“Yes, babygirl you can always dance with me.”

“I want to sing with you.”

“I’d love that.” I beamed at the idea of having them on stage with me. They made me so happy. “Now, let’s go eat! I’ll race you!” I took off down the hall.

“That’s not fair we got little legs!”

They were laughing, chasing me closely, I stopped at the stairs, holding their hands as we descended the steps.

“Hey babe.” I moved to kiss my wife. “Is everyone else down here?”

“Yes, you’re late.” Her hands rested on my chest, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to punish me later.” I whispered in her ear.

“Can you guys not?” Carver complained, covering his eyes.

“Look away kid.” I shot back, kissing Y/N’s cheek repeatedly, her giggles filling the kitchen.

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Breakfast went smoothly. The kids were really excited for the day. We were all buckled up in the limousine we had for the day, when Johan spoke up.

“Daddy, are those guys gonna follow us again?” He was referring to the paparazzi. They get pretty intense sometimes.

“Yes, I’m sorry, it’ll only be for a little while.”

“Can I wear my wolf mask?”

“Of course.” Ever since I showed him the Thriller short film he’s been convinced he’s part werewolf. And, I just don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

Our driver turned the car on, moving down our long driveway, I watched as the tall gates opened slowly, the sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky. It was a perfect day.

“Are all the backup singers and dancers going to be there?” Carver asked.

“Yes. The entire crew, so we will all be on our best behavior, correct?” I was met with eight smiles, nodding in agreement.

“I still say you should’ve let me sit in on the dancers auditions.”

“Why is that?”

“They’re really pretty.”

“The auditions were held to help find the best dancers for the job, not to find you a date.”

“Dad, two birds, one stone.”

“You sound like you’re Uncle Randy.” He lifted his chin, smiling brightly. “Yeah, that’s not a compliment.”

“Burn!” Naila clapped obnoxiously, she loves when I tease anyone but her.

My wife was seated next to me, holding my hand as we watched our kids joke around with each other. I never thought I’d have this. I’m a husband and a father. My most precious of dreams came true and I still struggle to believe it’s real.

“I love you.” I said to Y/N, bringing her hand to my lips.

“I love you.” She looked back at me, her stare still made me feel flustered. After all these years the effect she has on me has only grown stronger with each passing day. I don’t understand how it’s possible, but I’ve come to understand that with her, anything is possible.

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“The kids are beautiful.” Siedah complimented, hugging Y/N and I. “They are so sweet. I’ve missed them.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replied, glancing at them as they danced around the stage.

“They were excited to see their Aunt Sid.”

“Good. It’s going to be so fun, all of us in London together.”

“They can’t wait. This is the first time for our youngest to see their dad perform, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about.” Kenny Ortega cut in, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “The stage is set. Everything is perfect. There is one problem though.”

“What is it?”

“We don’t have anyone to test out the cherry picker.”

“Cherry picker!” One of the kids yelled as they all rushed over.

“Oh no.” Y/N looked at me nervously.

“Can we please come with you dad?” Johan begged, tugging at my shirt. “Please!”

I made eye contact with my wife, panicking over the fact that we completely forgot to talk this over. She shrugged, knowing they weren’t going to no for an answer.

“Okay, but one at a time.” She said sternly. “You have to be careful.”

“Awesome!” Our youngest twins celebrated.

“I want to go first!” Khari raised his hand.

“Hold on, I don’t want any fighting, you guys have to draw straws or something, make it fair.”

“Yes!” They scurried off and my wife laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m surprised you said yes.” I put my arm around her.

“Well, they were excited. Plus, I can’t exactly tell them they can’t do something I’ve done plenty of times.”

“Good point.”

“They’ll be with you, so they’ll be safe.”

“Exactly.”

“We used to ride it all the time, remember?”

“Yes dear, I remember that wasn’t all you rode.” I whispered flirtatiously against her cheek.

“Michael!” The whisper shouted, pinching my butt. “You’re so bad.”

“That was a good one. You’ve got to admit it.”

“Mhmm.” She smirked, leaning into my embrace.

Before I knew it, the kids were running back to us, screaming frantically that they were ready for the cherry picker.

Our eleven year old, Khari was first to accompany me. The biggest smile on his face the whole time. We waved down at Y/N, his siblings and the crew. Out of all the times I’ve ridden a cherry picker, which is many, nothing will ever top experiencing it with my kids. These are my favorite cherry picker moments.

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“Will they have pizza in London?” Sade asked curiously, tomato sauce all over her face.

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“I want to dance on stage with you and Uncles.” Mavis stated, that’s how she did things, she said what she wanted and didn’t asked questions.

“Maybe we can arrange that.” I smiled wide, pinching her cheek. Y/N looked at me surprised, but we always knew that the kids would be in the spotlight. We could only hold it off for so long.

“I’d get tickets to see that.” My wife clapped.

“My number one fan.” I leaned forward to kiss her, earning a few groans from our children.

“Dad, it was awesome! I can’t wait to see rehearsals again tomorrow.” Naila complimented.

“You really want to come again?”

“Yes.”

“Totally, there’s zombies here!” Khari yelled.

“Plus, Auntie Siedah gives us marshmallows when we do vocal warm ups with her.” Kya did her little happy dance, taking another bite of her cheesy bread.

“That would mean the world to me.” They mean the world to me. They are my world. They are the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face.

“Dad, you’re a really good dancer.” Mavis gave me a thumbs up.

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Today, was hands down the best rehearsals I’ve ever experienced. My family is definitely my good luck charm.

“You’re going to have some stunt doubles for tomorrow.” Y/N giggled, clearing her throat before finishing her announcement. “Please, put your hands together for Carver, Naila, Kya, Idris, Khari, Mavis, Sade and Johan, The Jacksons!”

She stepped aside, giving the kids space to run into the room, dressed in different clothing items inspired by my career. It left me absolutely speechless.

“Wow.”

“The costume department helped us out.” My wife said, walking over to sit beside me on the couch.

“Do I look cool dad?” Johan asked.

“Yes, you look better than me!” He was wearing a little white suit like the one I wore for Smooth Criminal. “Wow. You really surprised me”

“Good. It was tough to keep a secret.” Y/N said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sleeping in this.” Sade said, she was wearing the black and white Thriller jacket.

“Sure.” I chuckled. “I’m not sure it’ll be that comfortable.”

“It looks cool. That’s what matters.” She snapped her fingers, grinning at her mother and I.

I sat back in awe, thanking god for the blessings in front of me. I couldn’t imagine my life without my babies. We spent another hour together, laughing and playing games until it was time for bed. I had to explain how important it was to get a full nights rest, especially on rehearsal days. I tucked in my kids, kissing them all on the forehead and reading short stories to our youngest before climbing into bed with my beautiful wife.

I couldn’t contain the happiness in my heart. The excitement of another day surrounded by love kept me awake. I prayed everyday could be like this. I love my wife. I love my kids.

I couldn’t wait for morning to come and wake up to the light from the sun rising.

Tomorrow was just a few hours away.

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The Aftermath...

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June 26th, 2009

*Y/N’s POV*

I sat in the living room, watching as Katherine, LaToya and Janet played outside with our younger children. They didn’t understand what was going on, I knew they’d start asking questions very soon. I was determined to be strong enough to explain it to them, but for now I had to fight to keep it together in front of them. I had to be strong.

“Mom, look dad is on the cover.” Our eldest twins, Naila and Carver, sat on either side of me, placing a newspaper in my lap. Kya and Idris followed behind, sitting at my feet. They were surrounding me with love and protection. Whether they knew it or not, they were my strength.

“You guys, you shouldn’t read—”

“It’s actually beautiful.” Naila cut me off softly. “They said a lot about dad. I didn’t even know half of it— I think you should read it too.” She sniffled, leaning her head on my shoulder. I quickly wrapped my arm around her.

“I haven’t read it— haven’t been able to get through it on my own. Can I read it out loud for us?” Carver squeezed my hand, passing his sister tissues.

“Yeah, I want to hear it.” Kya spoke, Idris nodding in agreement.

“Go ahead.” I whispered.

“That’s so cool. Dad really did all of that?” Carver questioned, leaning back into the couch.

“Yes, he did.”

“He always told us stories, but I thought he was joking, like when he said him and Auntie Janet filmed the Scream video in space.” Idris laughed sadly, playing with his shoelaces.

“He always told you guys the truth, however he did enjoy sprinkling in some jokes.” I smiled, looking down at the photo of the front page.

“Wait.” Kya spoke up, staring at us suspiciously. “Who’s the inside source?”

“Honey, that’s just something they say, it was probably dad’s people. Sometimes they have to speak to the media.”

“Oh.” She threw her hands in the air. “I thought I was breaking bread with a snitch.”

“There’s no snitches here. Relax. People are going to be very curious about you. All of you. This little piece of our lives might hold them off for a bit.”

“What do you mean?” Idris asked, judging from the confused looks I was getting, it was easy to assume they all needed clarification.

“Dad, he means so much to his fans. They are going to want to know you guys better. It’ll be overwhelming at times, but they mean well. Think of it this way, their love for dad is so pure, so powerful, there’s enough to go around. The way the care, support and protect him is being extended to you.”

“What about you?” Carver’s voice softened.

“I’m included.”

“Do we have to speak in front of everyone?” Naila questioned, her voice was a bit shaky.

“Yeah, are we all speaking at the— at dad’s— the event.” Kya finished, struggling to say memorial service. I understood.

“You don’t have to speak, I know it’s a lot to process right now, but if you want to, I’ll support that.”

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July 7th, 2009

“Y/N?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, I blinked rapidly, trying to understand what was going on. Chris Tucker was standing in front of me, a sad smile on his face. “I’ll walk you up there.”

I took a moment to glance around, so many faces, some I knew some I didn’t. A sea of black wardrobe confirmed my nightmare. My eyes landed on Katherine, my mother-in-law. She stood up, her hand gently taking mine, pulling me into her.

“He’ll always be with you. He’ll always be able to hear you. This is for you— tell the world what he meant to you. He was more— he was special.” I thought to myself was that doesn’t feel right. It’s not right. “Tell them how much you loved my boy. How much he loved you and his babies. Do it for them.” I swallowed hard loved isn’t right. This is all wrong. She looked over at our children, her grandchildren. They each had a different expression on their face, each one unreadable.

This can’t be happening.

I took Chris’ arm, he’s godfather to our youngest and has been a dear friend of ours for many years. The short walk up the steps felt unbearable. The shine from the gold casket off to the side, calling for my attention, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look.

“Can you stay?” I asked like a scared child.

“Of course.” He nodded, standing beside me.

My hand moving to touch the microphone briefly, the cold plastic sent a shock through my fingers— it’s real. This is real.

“Hello, thank you all for being here this morning.” I paused, turning my head slightly to see a giant screen displaying a picture of my husband. He’s smiling. I love his smile. I took that picture, in 1993. “My Michael— Michael.” I stopped again, taking a deep breath, before starting again. “My husband, Michael, the incredible man that gave me eight beautiful children and a lifetime of memories. My best friend.” My throat started closing up, so I took another deep breath. “Michael and I met when we were six years old. After weeks of shyly smiling and waving at one another. Finally, one of us built up the courage on a random Saturday afternoon, unfortunately, it wasn’t me.” I chuckled softly at the memory. “An incessant tapping came from my bedroom window. When I pushed back the curtains, I came face to face with the boy who lived across the street, he had a big grin on his face and he pointed to the latch. I pushed the window open with his help, he titled his head as if to size me up, then asked, ‘You like water balloons?’ to which I crossed my arms and responded ‘You like water guns?’ he laughed, hard and his laugh, his sweet laugh, it was contagious.” I glanced down at our kids, trying like hell to keep it together. “We were inseparable from that point on.” I noticed our youngest Johan, hold his hand up as he kept his eyes locked on the screen behind me. I turned around to see a picture of Michael and I as teenagers. “That was our prom night. It took him ages to find the perfect tie to match my dress. Michael took me to my prom because he insisted I’d only have fun if I was with him. He was right. Many experiences in my life wouldn’t have been as memorable without Michael. He makes everything better.” I could feel him with me. I could feel him urging me to continue. “I knew I was in love with him, my heart knew before I did. We made a conscious decision, we chose one another long before understanding what that truly meant. He is my everything.” I closed my eyes, the pain in my heart brought my mind to an instant halt. My head hung low as I tried to find the strength to continue. A gentle applause filled my ears, leading me to believe I was daydreaming, until I felt a presence by my side, then someone took my hand. Nervously, I opened my eyes, seeing my children standing around me.

“We’re with you.” Carver spoke, hugging me tightly. “Can I speak after you? For dad.”

“Of course.”

“Me too.” Kya spoke.

“I want to tell daddy I love him.” Mavis stated.

“I want to talk to daddy too.” Johan reached up, silently asking for me to pick him up, so I did.

“Go ahead Carv.” He nodded, taking a deep breath while fixing his tie.

“Hello, my name is Carver, I’d like to thank every person in attendance today and those watching at home. The support from all over the world these past few days has meant a great deal to my family and I.” He fixed his tie once more, smiling down at the red band on his arm, just like his dad. “My dad, he’s many things to the world, but to me, he’s my hero. I was five years old when I first saw him perform. He was awesome. It was always unreal seeing him on stage, but I’ll never forget the first time. I think back to that day often and I could feel the emotions I felt as a five year old watching his hero. Although he’s an incredible talent, his dancing, singing, his everything. It’s just so incredible, so indescribable, but somehow, there was one thing he’s even better at. I don’t know how it’s possible to be this gifted in so many areas, but he is. He is an even better father than an entertainer. And I mean that in the best way possible. He’s untouchable in both fields. He’s the best dad. I love you dad and I miss you so much already.” Carver completed his speech, moving to stand next to me as Naila stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Naila, thank for being here today to honor my father.” She was choking back tears, looking back at me for comfort, then continuing. “I wanted to say a few words about my dad. He was— is— he is so full of life. I just can’t refer to him in past tense. I just can’t. I refuse to. My dad, he’s always there for me, for all of us. My entire life, I’ve never gone a day without him. One of my favorite things about him is how much he taught us, he instilled the belief in us that knowledge is power and we should always be eager to learn. When I was six I started playing the piano, my dad was super excited about it, he used to joke about forming our own band with him and my siblings, although deep down I think he actually wanted it. I used to laugh along with him, telling him that would be embarrassing, but deep down I wanted nothing more than to play music with my dad— to hang out with him all the time. Even if it meant having to wear matching outfits like his Jackson 5 days. I’d do it. I’d do anything for him. Dad, thank you for everything— thank you for teaching me so much, loving me, being mom’s best friend, giving me seven siblings that are really annoying, but that I am very grateful for. I love you so much dad. I can’t wait to create music with you again someday. I love you.” She went to stand beside Chris, holding his hand and leaning into him.

I moved forward, Jo still in my arms, he was excited to speak.

“I’m Johan!” Our youngest yelled into the microphone, causing the crowd to laugh. “My dad is super cool, he makes the best scrambled eggs. He helped me paint my room blue and we built a tree house, so that’s cool too.” He smiled at me, looking more like his daddy by the second. “He taught me how to spin like him, play monopoly and floss.” He loved speaking into the microphone, so I let him keep going. “He tells the best stories. For my birthday this year, he told me I was half-werewolf, but it only happens when there’s a full moon. He showed me how to build the best forts out of pillows and sheets. It was super fun, we’d have slumber parties in the living room with all of us. It’s so fun, you should try it sometime. My dad said that he liked them, but slumber parties with mommy were even better.” I was shocked, the audience began laughing loudly, if only I realized before today that our youngest son was a natural comedian. “I love my daddy. I love him and I miss his hugs.” He turned to me, hugging my head. “Bye. I love you daddy. Mommy, I’m done. Do you think daddy heard me?” The microphone picked up his question. I assured him that he did a great job and daddy definitely heard.

“I’m Kya. I never understood who my dad was to the world, until a few months ago, when we watched him announce his This Is It Tour. He was really nervous, thinking the world forgot and moved on without him. I’m so glad this was one instance where he was completely wrong. Thousands of you showed up to see him, millions of you tuned into the broadcast and it put the biggest smile on his face. Dad had taken us to work with him, the day before—before he left us. That day, it’ll be my favorite day for the rest of my life.” She took a deep breath, turning to glance at us quickly, then staring at the bedazzled glove on her hand. “It was an entire day spent with the people I love most, my family. I’ll never laugh as much as I did that day. I’ll never sing and dance around the way I did that day. I’ll never be the same again because I’ll never understand why this happened. Why he was taken from us. Dad, I love you so much.” She spoke through the tears falling down her face. “I love you so much. You’re the best dad I could’ve asked for. I wish you were here.” She wiped her face. “There are so many memories with you that I’ll cherish forever. Especially, the ones of us dancing around the kitchen, waiting for our homemade cookies to be taken out of the oven. Dad, I promise I’ll try to make you proud. I’ll never forget you and I’ll never stop loving you. I love you.”

“I love you dad.” Idris said into the microphone with his eyes closed. “I promise to be the best I can be, like how you taught me. I’ll give mom extra hugs everyday for you.” His eyes still shut as he took a moment for himself. “I’m Idris by the way, my dad, he’s just the best. I hope that I’m at least half of who he was when I get older. The other half like my mom, because she’s the best too. She’s been really strong for us. I’m thankful that my dad met my mom a really long time ago when they were young. I’m happy that they made me. I’m happy that they’re my parents. Thank you. I love you dad. A lot.” I smiled timidly at his thoughtfulness, even though he called me old, it was a beautiful speech.

“Hi, I’m Khari.” He was staring intently at the banners hanging from the ceiling of the arena, pictures of his dad from different stages of his life. “I love my dad.” He spoke softly, tapping his fingers on the podium. “I don’t want to live in a world without him. I’ve never had to, but I already know it’s not the same. The world is better with him here.” He seemed to be playing a song in his head to help him get through his speech. “I don’t know what else to say. Dad, I love you. Thank you for being my dad.” Khari stepped down, grabbing the microphone to hold for his sister’s.

“I love you daddy.” Mavis smiled softly.

“I love you!” Sade added. “This much daddy.” She opened her arms wide, stretching them out as much as possible.

I hugged my kids tight, telling them how proud I was of each of them. How proud their daddy would be and how much their words meant to him. I knew I had more to say, but I accepted that I’ll never have enough time to say all I need to. I had to say more, even if it wasn’t everything, it was enough. For now, it was enough.

“Michael, I adore you. I always have, I always will. Thank you for coming into my life and making it better than I could have ever imagined. I thank you for giving me eight beautiful, amazing, perfect pieces of you. I wouldn’t be able to get through this without them. My best friend, my heart, my Michael, I love you.”

I stepped down from the podium, guiding my babies back to our seats. When I sat down, I felt relieved. Relieved that I spoke and that part was over, but that feeling didn’t last long. The pain of being without the love of my life and the fear of having to live life without him began to set in again.

“That was beautiful sunshine.” Katherine voice was usually soothing, but today it was broken.

“Mama Kay.” I smiled weakly, tears falling down my face. “Thank you, I love you.”

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The rest of the service was a blur. I don’t remember the car ride home, but here we are.

“Mommy, can I sleep in your room tonight?” Johan asked sadly.

“Of course.”

“I want to sleep with you too.” Kya ran into me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“I’d love that.”

“What if we—” Carver covered his face with his hand, his shoulders moving up and down. He slowly walked over to me, burying his face in my shoulder.

“It’s okay.” I said, holding back tears of my own.

“Can we build forts in the living room? So we can all spend the night together.” He added.

“Like a slumber party?” Mavis questioned.

“Kinda.” Carver replied. We all agreed to get ready for bed and meet again downstairs for bedtime.

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Our bedroom was dark. I walked over to the bathroom, removing my jewelry until the only thing left was my engagement and wedding ring.

With small steps, I went to sit on our bed, never looking away from my rings.

*flashback*

“I’ve carried this ring around with me since I was eighteen.” He whispered. “It was the first big purchase I made, because for years I dreamt about it. I dreamt about you, about us.”

“In this moment, it doesn’t matter how long it took me not to be afraid. How long it took me to tell you I loved you. How long it took me to ask you to be my girl. I’ll kick myself for the rest of my life because of it, but I’ve learned so much from my stupidity as well— I don’t want to waste time. I refuse to waste another second.”

“Michael—”

“You need to know I never doubted my love for you. I was never unsure when it came to you. In fact, you’re the only thing I’ve ever been sure of. I only doubted myself— I was only unsure of myself because I never thought I’d be enough for you. I never thought I deserved you, I still don’t. If I wasn’t enough for you, nothing and no one else mattered— no one compares. I rather be alone. But, I’ve learned that it’s not about any of that. It’s about choosing one another, choosing to be enough and choosing to grow together.”

“You are enough, you’re more than enough.” I choked out.

“Because I’ve finally chosen to be enough.” He answered simply— confidently. “After years and years of pulling you in just to push you away, I’m choosing from now until my last moment on this earth— I choose you. My heart, my soul, my mind choose you. I’ve always been yours. This ring is just a formality at this point.” He quietly laughed. “Y/N, I love you, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

Slowly, I knelt down in front of him, trying to compose myself enough to get any words out. Our eyes glassy, the sound of our breathing being taken over by sniffling as we reached out for each other with trembling hands.

“I adore you.” I cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him. The tears were falling down my face uncontrollably, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I love you. Michael, you’re everything. My everything. I love you so much. I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Is that a yes?” He spoke loudly, holding my face, his eyes frantically studying my expression.

“Y-yes!” My voice failing me as I answered him. Michael pulled me into him tightly, leaving kisses all over my face with intense speed.

"I was not expecting a proposal."

"I'm glad I could surprise you." He smiled, wiping my tears away with his thumb. "I should probably put this on you now. What do you think?" I nodded eagerly, holding out my shaky hand.

He brought my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss before sliding the ring on my finger. No words felt sufficient in describing how I was feeling. I felt his arms tighten around my waist lifting me off the floor, quickly I wrapped my legs around him, we took in the moment- this moment.

The thumping of his heartbeat, the scent of his aftershave, the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his lips. My focus moved from his lips to his eyes. He's looking back at me, adoringly, with that gaze that's reserved for only me. I'll never understand what I did to deserve him, but I know I'll never take him for granted.

*end of flashback*

I held my left hand to my chest, over my heart, it took me longer than expected to control my breathing again. I propped myself up on my elbow, looking at the other side of our bed, the empty side, his side.

I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining he was here with me.

“I love you.” My throat ached, but I pushed through the best I could. “My heart will always be yours. I promise to take care of the kids. I promise to raise them the right way and teach them all the values we planned to teach them together. I promise I’ll do my best everyday no matter how painful each day will be without you. I promise to never take these rings off. I promise—” I leaned my head on his pillow. “I promise I’ll always love you. I promise to keep going like you’d want me to until the day we reunite. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Then, for the first time since he left,

I heard Michael’s voice…

“Lovely, in all the ways I’ve pictured my life, you are always in it. You and I are inevitable. We are predestined. It’s in the stars. Everything in me chooses you. You are it. You’re the dream of all dreams. You’re my dream come true. I love you. I love you infinitely.”

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How Michael & Y/N’s children’s names came to be.