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punkshort · 25 days

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Swept Away | Chapter 6: Undertow

Pairing: sugardaddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: Joel does his best to distance himself after that morning on the yacht, but you finally have enough of his games after attending an art gallery exhibition.

Chapter Warnings: language, slow burn, sugar daddy/baby vibes, food and alcohol consumption, jealousy, sexual tension, flirting, threat of physical violence, good ol' fashioned argument where reader demands some goddamn answers, fingering

A/N: thank you @txtattoostark for beta-ing ❤️ And Happy Birthday @pedropascalsbbg 🎂

WC: 8.7K

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You weren't going to beg. At least, that's what you told yourself over and over whenever Joel grazed a hand over your back at dinner or you caught him staring at you in your bikini just a little too long.

It had been five excruciating days since the yacht. Five days since that morning you shamelessly fucked yourself on his lap. And five days since you had found another envelope of cash on your pillow after you took a shower. You had stared at it, stomach churning with shame before you tossed it in your bag with the other unopened envelope. You had held out hope that the morning on the yacht would finally tear down his walls and he would let you in, but the cash on your pillow told you that you were wrong.

Ain't part of the deal.

Was that all this was? Were you too naive to think there was something more developing between you?

More than once that week you laid in your bed and wondered how he managed to get you all twisted around so fast. You don't let people steamroll you and you know your worth. That was his assessment of you when you first met, and he was right. That first day in his office you could hardly stand his overly confident and pompous attitude. You stood up for yourself and had a fucking spine. So where did that girl go?

Why don't you hear my terms first and then decide how much your dignity is worth?

How much was your dignity worth now? You rolled onto your side and pulled your knees to your chest, your stomach suddenly feeling queasy. You've never, ever acted this way over a man before. Was it because he kept rejecting you? Were you really that vain? No, that wasn't you. It was something more. You liked him... or, at least, you liked the parts of him he allowed you to see.

And, you don't quit. You're determined.

You breathed out a heavy sigh and rolled out of bed, giving up on the idea of sleep. You had plans to get lunch with Zoe that afternoon but until then, you had nothing but time to kill. Joel had thrown himself back into work the minute you came back from the yacht, so he spent most of his time doing that or he joined Glenn and the others to golf or play cards in the afternoons. He rarely came up for air. If he joined you by the pool, he stayed in the lounge chair, no matter how warm it was, but you could feel his eyes on you when your back was turned. You knew deep down this attraction wasn't one sided, but his resistance was driving you insane.

It was early. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting the living room in a dark blue hue. You sat with your legs tucked under you on the couch, your robe pulled tight over your sleepwear with a cup of coffee clutched between both hands, watching as the sun began to rise over the ocean.

Stop feeling bad for yourself. You're in fucking paradise.

"Oh, you're up."

"Jesus!"

You swiveled around in surprise when you saw Joel standing between the kitchen and living room, panting and covered with sweat. Your eyes swooped down before you could stop them to take in his drenched shirt and athletic shorts before looking him in the eye.

"I didn't even know you were gone," you said while trying your best to ignore the very physical reaction you were having to a post-workout Joel.

"Got an early start," he said before reaching into the fridge for a water. You turned back towards the windows to continue watching the sunrise because if you didn't, your brain was going to short circuit.

It was silent for a few minutes and you had assumed Joel had went to his room to shower, but suddenly he spoke up directly behind you. "Any plans for today?"

You took a sip of coffee so you could resist turning around to gaze at him with big fuck-me eyes. "Just lunch with Zoe."

He hummed while he chugged his water. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up from his proximity, but you remained firm and refused to turn around.

"Meant to tell you last night - Glenn invited the group of us to his daughter's art gallery. She's the curator there," Joel rounded the couch and sat down next to you with a grunt, causing you to tug your legs closer. "She's got some exhibition show all weekend, supposed to be a real big deal for her. Told 'em we'd go and show our support."

You nodded and took another sip from your coffee, eyes still glued to the ocean.

"Alright."

He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed you a credit card. "Why don't you go shoppin' with Zoe and get yourself a dress?"

You finally tore your eyes away to look at the heavy, black card dangling from his fingers.

"I think your assistant already bought plenty of options."

"So what's one more?" he asked with a little grin. He tilted his head to the side and caught your eye before saying, "I want you to pick somethin' out. Not my assistant. Want you to get somethin' you like."

The gesture was weak, but it was there, so you slowly took the card and slid it into the pocket of your robe. "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome, darlin'," he said breezily before standing up to head towards his room. Only then did you allow your eyes to slide appreciatively down his back, your gaze lingering until he disappeared down the hall. You set your coffee mug down on the table before pulling the heavy credit card from your pocket to examine it. He infuriated you with how easily he was able to disregard what happened while you had spent almost every waking moment for the past week obsessing over it. Then a slow smile spread across your face as you tucked the credit card away for safe keeping.

If he wanted to play games, you could play right back.

"Holy fuck, girl," Zoe gasped when you stepped out from behind the curtain of the fitting room. She was holding a glass of champagne daintily between her fingers, her long legs crossed over one another as she perched on the edge of a pure white sofa. "That's the one. You have to get it. Joel's gonna lose his shit."

You grinned and turned towards the three panel mirror in front of a small platform. Stepping up, you swished the red satin material back and forth, admiring the way it hugged your curves but the eye was particularly drawn to the long slit up your left leg, ending mere inches away from your hip.

"You think so? You don't think it's a little much for an art gallery?"

Zoe shook her head and stood to join you in the mirror. "No, it's absolutely stunning. It was fucking made for you."

You couldn't stop smiling as you fiddled with the off the shoulder sleeves. "Alright, fine," you conceded as Zoe giddily clapped her hands.

After you carefully stepped out of the dress and handed it to a sales clerk, you put your own clothes back on and made your way through the store to the register when something else caught your eye.

You picked up a matching red silk thong with black lace embroidery, feeling the smooth material between your fingers.

"No brainer," Zoe said before you even questioned if you should get it. You giggled and tried your best to ignore the absurd price tag and brought it to the counter with you. You handed over Joel's credit card while the sales clerk carefully wrapped up both items in what you thought should be solid fucking gold given the price of everything in the store, then you were both on your way back to the hotel.

"Good use of an afternoon, if I do say so myself," Zoe said with an easy laugh. You had to agree, although for a different reason. For the first time all week, you felt like yourself again. The shame and the embarrassment didn't have room in your head while Zoe kept you entertained over lunch. You thought when it came time to shop for a dress with Joel's money, those feelings would come rushing back, but no. You felt confident and sexy and if Joel's reaction to your new acquisitions was half of Zoe's, you would finally have the upper hand.

By the time you arrived back to your room, you were feeling worlds better. You quietly shut the door behind you in case Joel was on a call and kicked off your strappy sandals before making your way into the living space. Joel turned around from the dining table to glance your way once before turning back to his laptop.

"Have fun?"

"Mhmm, thank you," you told him, sliding his card across the table. His eyes flickered from the card to your face to the wardrobe bag and small box in your hand.

"Found somethin' you liked?"

You grinned and nodded vigorously. "Very much."

Joel could pick up on your improved mood almost instantly and a wave of relief washed over him. He kept fucking things up with you, but that was no surprise. What was a surprise was how bad he felt when it became apparent you were hurt by something he did or said. He convinced himself it was all for the best, anyway. The more he pushed you away, the easier it would be.

"That's great," he said, eyes trailing after you as you walked towards your room. "Goin' to meet Glenn and the others for golf in a bit." He fucking hated golf, but he sucked it up to rub the right elbows. "You gonna be alright on your own for dinner?"

You glanced over your shoulder and nodded. "I think I'm just going to sit out by the pool and call it an early night. Didn't sleep too well."

You disappeared inside your bedroom and he focused back on his work. You must have went outside because it was so quiet, he became so engrossed in work that he nearly lost track of time. When the calendar reminder popped up on his phone, he quickly shut down his laptop and stood, gathering his things so he could run and get changed, but he only made it one step away from the table before he froze.

He swallowed thickly when he saw you sunbathing, which wasn't out of the ordinary but this time you had chosen to remove your bikini top completely, leaving it discarded in a pathetic little pile next to your chair. You were face down so he couldn't see anything except your perfect ass covered by a deep purple, barely there swimsuit bottom, but it was enough to send a rush of blood between his legs.

He had been doing so good. He forced himself into staying busy, staying away from you, because otherwise he knew it wouldn't take much to tear down what little defenses he had left, especially after that morning on the yacht. And now here you were, practically laid out on a silver platter for him once again while he fought with his inner demons.

Forcing one foot in front of the other, he began to move slowly down the hallway, the destination his bedroom but his eyes remained glued to the window at the end of the hall. He was within arms length of his room. If only he had moved just a hair faster because then he wouldn't have seen you sit up to get a drink of water. He wouldn't have seen the towel you had been laying on get stuck on the arm of the lounge chair. And he wouldn't have caught a quick but very revealing eye full of your bare chest.

"Shit," he whispered to himself as he continued to stare, feeling like a creep but still unable to move. You had quickly covered back up, unaware he had seen a thing as he stood cemented to the ground outside his bedroom, his cock uncomfortably hard. So hard that it made his stomach hurt.

He should have fucked you when he had the chance.

No, that would be wrong. You had no idea the type of man he was, and you deserved far better than him.

But maybe you would like him anyway.

He shook his head, muttering no under his breath as he tore his eyes away from you and slipped inside his bedroom.

He wouldn't fall for it. Not again.

"Glenn's daughter's name is Rose," Joel had told you in the car. He was forcing himself to stare out the window instead of your exposed leg in that slinky fucking dress that made him lightheaded the moment he first saw you in it. "His youngest. It's her first big exhibition as a curator. Supposed to be mostly abstract art from a local artist that's growin' a large following online."

You hadn't been to an art gallery since you were in high school. Art was never really an interest of yours and it was a topic you knew very little about, so you prayed nobody would try to test your knowledge at any point during the night.

When you first stepped into the modernist building, you had to take a moment to absorb your surroundings in awe.

The floor was a shiny, dark hardwood that contrasted nicely with the off white walls which held stunning paintings around the entire room. There was the occasional piece of furniture, a couple of chairs or a table, but the room was designed mostly with space for movement in mind.

The room itself appeared to have three or four partially closed off smaller rooms, most likely created that way so the artist could break up different sections of their collection. And most of the lighting came from the small spotlights hung directly above each wall so it allowed guests to view the works of art in the best possible light.

"This place is beautiful," you whispered so only Joel could hear. He had his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, hardly giving his surroundings a second glance when he had you looking like a piece of art right next to him.

"Hey, Miller," a deep voice said from behind, startling you both. Turning around, you tried to keep your face from falling when you were greeted by Scott and Tammy. Scott stretched out his arm and Joel reluctantly removed his grasp on you to shake his hand.

"Some place, huh?" Scott remarked, glancing around at the art while you and Tammy tried to avoid looking at one another.

"Yeah, seems like a really talented artist," Joel replied. Scott shrugged and made a face just as a young woman in her early twenties walked slowly past, all alone, and stopped in front of a blue and pink painting.

"Abstract ain't really my thing," he said, "I'll have to take your word for it." You frowned and looked around incredulously.

"Are you kidding?" you asked without even thinking. All three looked at you in surprise and the young woman nearby tilted her head to listen.

"What do you mean?" Tammy asked with an air of fake politeness.

"What I mean is this artist is extremely talented," you said, sweeping your arm out to your side to gesture to a wall of paintings. "Look at the way they used complimentary colors in each piece. Look at the texture. I don't know much about abstract art, either, but if you can't feel something when you look at these paintings, you probably should check your pulse."

The young woman smirked to herself and walked away while Scott and Tammy stared at you in surprise. The corner of Joel's mouth twitched and he ducked his chin into his chest.

"N-no, you're right," Scott stammered guiltily, taking another look around the room. "It's always good to broaden your horizons and try to find enjoyment in things you don't expect. Right, Tam?"

You smiled sweetly at them both as you felt Joel's hand slink around your waist again.

"Yes," Tammy hissed through her teeth. "Of course, you're right. Why don't we go admire the paintings that look like someone kicked a few cans of color over the canvas and called it a day?"

Scott's ears turned a little red and excused them both. While they walked away, you caught them angrily whispering to each other and you turned to smirk at Joel.

"Sorry," you told him. He just shook his head and steered you in the opposite direction.

"No, you ain't."

You giggled. "Yeah, you're right."

Then much to your surprise, he leaned over to kiss the top of your head. Before you had a chance to react, you were greeted by Glenn and Mary.

"Oh, there you are!" Mary exclaimed before wrapping her fingers around the shoulders of a beautiful blonde girl who appeared to be in her mid twenties. Her hair was brushed back into a neat, professional bun and she wore a white blouse with flowing sleeves and well fitting black slacks.

"This is our daughter, Rose," Mary beamed. You both eagerly shook her hand and introduced yourselves before you added, "This is such a lovely gallery, thank you for having us."

"Pleasure's all mine," she said with a wide grin. "Truthfully I was terrified only five people would show up."

You laughed and glanced quickly around the packed room. "Looks like it's a little more than five."

"And I'm so grateful," Rose said sincerely. "The artist is so talented that I would have felt horrible if we had a poor showing."

"Where is the artist, anyway?" Glenn asked.

"They have an anonymous persona, it's how they prefer it. Even online, no one knows their real name or what they look like. Took a while before they even trusted me enough to meet face to face," Rose explained with a smile and shrug. "Genius tends to bring along little quirks."

Shortly thereafter, someone else stole Rose's attention and with a quick wave to Glenn and Mary, Joel led you away to look at the art a little closer.

"So, what'dya think so far?" Joel asked, plucking two glasses of champagne from a serving tray before joining you in front of a pink and blue painting that caught your eye earlier. You thanked him softly for the drink and continued to stare at the painting.

"I'll be honest, I thought I would hate it but I think I'm in love," you joked. Joel chuckled and gestured to the painting with his glass.

"You like this one?"

You nodded and took a sip of champagne. "It reminds me of something," you said, tilting your head to the side, studying each stroke of blues, pinks and bits of white throughout the canvas. "I find it so peaceful to look at."

He nodded in agreement and inched a little closer to your side. "So it makes you feel somethin'."

You flushed and averted your eyes. "I hope that didn't embarrass you."

Joel shook his head. "'Course not. I liked it. I like when you stand your ground and speak your mind."

"Careful what you wish for," you chuckled. He grinned and let his eyes roam up and down your body for a moment before blowing a disbelieving puff of air past his lips and shaking his head.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you wanted to kick yourself for being so weak for him.

"Thank you," you breathed, watching as his eyes continued to devour you. "I picked it out for you," you added a little nervously. His eyebrows shot up and you held your breath as he leaned in a little closer.

"That right?" he murmured, knuckles dragging gently down your arm and sending a shiver down your spine. "Thought 'bout me when you were tryin' on dresses? Wondered what I would like the most?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, eyelids growing heavy as you fell under his spell with ease. "And I got something else, too," you whispered, knowing full well you were pushing it, but you couldn't resist.

It took him a moment, but he figured out what you meant. You could see it in his eyes when they flickered down to your waist and then back up. They turned a shade darker and his jaw tensed, like he was physically trying to restrain himself.

"Careful," he warned lowly. The way he said it made you wonder if he was talking to you or himself.

"Or what?" you teased, cocking your head to the side playfully. He maintained his intense stare for another moment before dragging his gaze away and clearing his throat. His eyes found the painting again and he jutted his chin towards it.

"You really like it that much?"

You blinked, trying to keep up with the quick change in tone. At this point, you weren't sure why you were surprised anymore. Turning back to look at it, you nodded.

"Alright, then," Joel said firmly. "Excuse me."

You swiveled around and watched him weave his way through the crowd, making a beeline for Glenn, Mary, and Rose. You had to stifle your laugh when you realized what he was doing, but then you made eye contact with a set of dark brown, almost black eyes next to Rose and the smile slid right off your face.

Of course Brooks would be there. Why didn't you think of that sooner?

When you spun back around to give the painting one last look, you were surprised to find a young woman standing next to you admiring the painting, as well.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, then tucked a loose piece of brown hair behind her ear. The rest of her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she wore a midnight black suit with a matching tie.

"No need, I wasn't paying attention," you said sweetly. The pair of you stood in silence for a few minutes while the laughter and clinking glasses from the other guests occupied the air.

"Isn't this piece beautiful?" you asked her, trying to strike up a conversation. She grinned and shrugged.

"What do you find beautiful about it?"

You looked back at the painting, letting your gaze slide over the differing shades of blues, pinks, and whites.

"It's calming," you said. "I feel like I've seen it before but I can't pinpoint where."

The young woman nodded, urging you to continue.

You studied it a moment longer and then let out a dry chuckle. "You know, I'm gonna sound crazy, but there are these pink seashells in the ocean. My fiancé picked some up for me when we were swimming last week. It reminds me of the way they looked through the water, like the pink all distorted with the blue."

"That's exactly right."

You turned to her in surprise. "W-what do you mean?"

She stuck out her hand and you could see the beginnings of a tattoo running up her sleeve. "I'm Ellie. The artist."

"Oh, my god!" you practically exclaimed, covering your mouth before remembering your manners and shaking her hand, giving her your name. "You are incredibly talented," you told her, "and I swear I'm not just saying that."

"I know," she said, releasing your hand and shoving it back into her pants pocket. "I heard you defending me to that asshole and that overly botoxed wife of his. Thank you, by the way."

You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. "You're so welcome." You looked back at the painting as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. "So the seashells on the ocean floor inspired this?"

"Yep," she said, rocking back and forth on her heels. "That one over there's palm trees in a tropical storm. The one next to it is all the different colored beach umbrellas at a resort. And the one all the way in the corner is -"

"Wait, let me guess."

Ellie smiled. "Okay."

You studied it for a minute, tapping your finger against you chin, deep in thought.

"Oh!" you said excitedly. "All the hibiscus flowers along the highway!"

She nodded with a look that told you she was impressed.

"How'd you tell?"

"We drove by them on our first day. You used greys at the bottom and bits of green in between, representing the bushes, right?"

"You got it," she said with a laugh.

"Wow," you breathed as you looked around at her paintings in a completely different light. "I know I sound like a broken record, but you're so talented. You truly have a gift."

"Thanks," Ellie said shyly. "I don't do good in crowds though, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone who I am."

"Promise," you said, giving her your pinky finger. She grinned and looped her finger around yours with a firm shake, and then her phone chimed in her pocket. She let you go and pulled it out, her expression unreadable.

"This painting just sold," she said softly, eyes slowly widening. "Shit, I'm sorry. I would've-"

"It's alright," you told her, glancing over your shoulder, but you couldn't spot Joel anywhere. "I think I know who bought it."

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief and put her phone away. "The fiancé?"

You nodded. "I should probably go thank him."

"Thank him for me, too," she joked. "It was great meeting you."

"Likewise," you said, giving her hand one more shake. "Good luck with the rest of the evening."

You weaved your way through the crowd, heading towards the back of the building where you last saw Joel. On your way, you caught Zoe's eye from across the room and waved, laughing when she fanned herself and gave you an exaggerated once over.

"Hi, honey," Glenn said when he spotted you walking by.

"Hi... have you seen Joel?" you asked, then Brooks piped up with an sinister smile.

"Think he went towards the bathrooms with Scott's wife," he told you, pretending to search his brain while his foot tapped restlessly against the wooden floor. Then he snapped his fingers as if struck with a great idea. "Tammy! That's her name, right?"

Your blood felt like fire in your veins and it must have shown because Brooks grinned and shot you a wink before you hurried off towards the back of the room.

The bathrooms were down a long hallway and around the bend. You walked as fast as you could without the sound of your heels causing someone to think you were running. As you approached the turn, you heard Joel's voice before you got a chance to see him. You couldn't hear what he said over your own heavy breathing, but his tone sounded surprised.

When you turned the corner, you stopped dead in your tracks, unable to believe your eyes.

There, right in front of the men's bathroom, was Tammy. She was pressing her lips against Joel's with her long, fake fingernails raking through his hair. You were too stunned and just barely had a moment to process the shocked look on Joel's face, one where his eyes didn't even close and his brows furrowed in anger before he pushed her back and wiped his mouth with his hand.

Before he had a chance to say anything, someone shouted down the corridor, causing them both to swivel in your direction. It wasn't until you had almost closed in on them that you realized you were the one shouting.

"You fucking bitch!" you yelled, lunging forward, completely fueled by white hot rage. Joel's arms wrapped around you before you could hit her like you intended, but you did manage to get your fingers around a good chunk of her hair. She yelped and clawed at your wrist, begging you to let go, but you ignored her pleas. Instead, you shook her head back and forth like a dog and it wasn't until her hair-do was almost completely destroyed that you finally let go, but not before angrily kicking in her direction while Joel hauled you away.

"You fucking psycho!" she screeched, frantically trying to tame her hair as she stumbled against the wall. "Nothing even happened!"

"Stay away from my fucking fiancé or so help me, I'll undo a decade of plastic surgery in ten minutes," you sneered.

"Relax!" Joel told you sternly. He turned his attention to Tammy, who was catching her breath and looked like a dissolved mess. "Get outta here," he snapped, and just like that, she scurried into the women's room to try to fix her hair.

He released his grip around you and you immediately turned on him.

"What the fuck?" you seethed, jabbing a shaky finger into his chest. He held up his palms and shook his head.

"You saw it, I didn't kiss her back, I need you calm the fuck down right now."

You dragged in a deep, ragged breath but you were still driven by unbridled anger.

"You told me this was over," you said through clenched teeth. Joel grabbed your wrists but you shook him off and stepped back. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his other hand propped on his hip.

"It is," he said calmly. "She was waitin' for me and - y'know what? I don't gotta explain anythin' to you," he glanced up and down the hallway before dropping his voice and towering over you, anger now radiating off him. "Do I gotta remind you this ain't real?"

Tears sprung up in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away. "I don't care. Anyone could have come down this hallway and seen you, and then what? Huh? What if it was Glenn? What if it was fucking Scott?"

He knew you were right, but he just silently glared down at you, each of you breathing heavily as the adrenaline began to wear off.

"I'm leaving," you told him, gathering up your dress and straightening it out. "I'm so sick and tired of your fucking head games and I won't stay here and let you embarrass me any longer."

Something in his expression changed but you didn't linger long enough to find out what it was. You bunched up the skirt of your dress and quickly walked away, doing your best to move fast without breaking a heel. You heard Joel call your name but you ignored him, hellbent on disappearing into the crowd and getting away from him as fast as possible.

Something inside him broke when you said you were leaving. Something deep in his chest he didn't expect to feel, and suddenly he was overcome with an immense amount of guilt and shame. He needed to apologize. He needed to make things right.

Shit, did you mean you were leaving for good? Or just leaving the art gallery? Why did he keep saying the wrong fucking thing?

Panic coursed through his veins in seconds and he found himself rushing after you. He must have looked like a fool when he raced out of the hallway and back into the bustling gallery, head twisting around every which way as he desperately searched for a flash of your deep red dress, but all he saw was a sea of unrecognizable faces.

"Better keep an eye on that one."

Joel spun around, eyes wild, when he came face to face with Brooks.

"Which way did she go?" he asked. Brooks just grinned and casually swiped at his nose with a sniffle and Joel narrowed his eyes.

"Where?" he said, dropping his voice angrily. Brooks held up his hands and chuckled.

"Calm down," he warned, making the hairs on the back of Joel's neck stand up. "She looked like she was going towards the side exit. Looked pretty upset. Hope there's no trouble in paradise."

Something about the way Brooks said it gave Joel pause.

"No," Joel said, eyes flickering towards the door, "We're fine. She just wanted to head back to the hotel."

Brooks nodded and rubbed at his chin. "That's a relief. I'd hate for someone to come along and snatch her up from you."

"What did you just say?" Joel asked, taking a menacing step forward before catching himself. What the fuck did that mean?

"C'mon, you know what I mean," he replied, nudging Joel's shoulder good naturedly as if he were in on some joke. Joel clenched his teeth and tried to refrain from doing something stupid, and if he wasn't Glenn's son, he might not have held back. "Girl like that needs to be taken care of."

"I take care of her just fine," Joel said defensively, and as much as he wished he could figure out exactly what Brooks thought he knew, he didn't have time to waste. "Tell your parents she wasn't feelin' well and we had to leave."

Before Joel stepped away, Brooks winked and gave him a thumbs up. "Sure thing, man."

He hurried through the crowd, a chorus of excuse mes being uttered from his lips every other second until he finally reached the door.

The moment he stepped outside he was hit with the tropical humidity he had somehow grown accustomed to in the past two weeks, but also finally found some quiet.

He took a moment to take a few deep breaths and look around. When he spotted you further down the street with your arms wrapped around your middle and your dress fluttering in the night breeze, he breathed a sigh of relief.

You were waiting for the car to pull around with your chin tucked into your chest and he swore if he had made you cry again he would never forgive himself. But when you heard him approach and lifted your head, he didn't see tears. Instead, he saw disappointment mixed with anger.

He couldn't decide which made him feel worse.

"I'm sorry," he tried, but you shook your head as the car pulled up to the curb. He tried to reach out and open the door for you but you didn't allow it, so he hurried around to the other side of the car and slid into the seat next you.

Once the driver pulled out onto the street, he readjusted himself in his seat and turned to look at you.

"Not here," you said coldly before he could speak, gaze pinned to your window. He clamped his mouth shut and sat back. It was smart. He couldn't risk the driver overhearing something and spreading rumors, so instead he focused on what he was going to say to you to make things right once you were back in the room.

I'm sorry, she doesn't mean anything.

Would that imply you do mean something to him? Of course, you did, but he couldn't share that with you. Not after he just told you twenty minutes prior what you had wasn't real.

I'm sorry, this situation is more complicated than you thought.

Somehow he thought that wouldn't go over well.

He knew what he should really say but he couldn't bring himself to do it. I'm sorry for confusing you and leading you on. I can't help myself, I'm weak.

So instead, he settled on I'm sorry, you were right. If someone else saw, it would have ruined everything.

That is exactly what he said to you once the hotel room door finally closed behind you and you kicked off your heels, snatching them up in your hand and storming into the living room.

"Yeah, no shit," you muttered over your shoulder.

"C'mon, you know what you saw," he pleaded, "you know she took me by surprise when I was comin' outta the bathroom. I had nothin' to do with it. I told you it was over and it is, I don't know why-"

"Good question, Joel," you said, spinning around to pin him with a glare. "Why did she think she could do that? Hm?"

Joel shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know."

"Alright, let me ask you this," you said, dropping your shoes to the floor and perching against the dining room table. "What did she say to you on the yacht?"

"When?"

"You know damn well when," you snapped. You were getting too fed up now to play nice and it felt liberating to have that side of you back once again. You don't let people steamroll you. "When she followed you inside that day before the island dinner. When you told me, I only need to know what you say I need to know. Well, Joel, I need to know. So fucking tell me. What'd she say?"

His nostrils flared when he took a deep breath. People didn't talk to him like that. If it were anyone else, he would send them packing without a second thought, and maybe with a few choice words in return. But you? He couldn't do it. He couldn't stomach the thought of losing you.

"Fine," he grumbled, yanking out a chair at the table next to where you were standing and collapsing into it. He tugged at his tie, loosening the knot so it hung wide at his neck, then unfastened the top two buttons of his dress shirt before he spoke.

"She was surprised to hear 'bout our engagement. Wondered why I didn't warn her. Asked if we're happy. Usual beatin' 'round the bush shit."

You quirked an eyebrow and crossed your ankles. "What do you mean, beat around the bush? What was she really asking about?"

He raked his fingers through his hair and shrugged. "Y'know. Lookin' to see if I was interested in meetin' up with her during the stay."

"And what did you say?"

He rolled his eyes and gave you a disbelieving look. "The hell you think I said? No. I fuckin' said no."

"And she still kissed you after you said no on the yacht?"

"Yeah," he replied, crossing his arms and glancing up at you. "Think you ruffled her feathers a bit. Got her jealous."

You scoffed and looked away but secretly you found a sick sense of satisfaction from it.

"Happy now?" he asked after the silence dragged on a moment too long for his liking.

"Thrilled," you said sarcastically. You clasped your hands together in front of you and stared down at the floor. He watched you for another minute, feeling the energy in the room begin to shift back to normal, and he smirked to himself.

"What?"

"Never had two women fight over me before," he said with a wide smile, one which he tried to cover with his palm when he dragged his hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, well," you murmured, fiddling with your ring, "I would have wrecked her if you didn't stop me."

"I got no doubt," he replied, his hand dropping to find your exposed knee. Now that you seemed less pissed, his focus was being drawn back to you wearing that dress just for him. And then he remembered your earlier comment and it took every ounce of restraint not to slide his hand up your thigh and under your skirt to see what else you had on.

"We were havin' such a nice time 'fore all that happened," he murmured, his gaze wandering up and down your leg and you felt yourself begin to soften. "Think you were sayin' you bought more than just the dress, hm?"

Goddamnit, how did he do it? How did he manage to pull every emotion out of you in just one evening?

"You wanna see?" you asked, hoping he didn't hear the tremor in your voice or notice the way your legs fell open a fraction more.

He lifted an eyebrow and smirked, gaze still fixed on your bare leg while his hand began to migrate further past your knee.

Yes, he wanted to say. Yes, please show me. Let me see all of you. But he caught himself and his hand stilled.

"Why don't you just tell me, instead?"

"Or you could just move your hand a few more inches and find out for yourself," you teased, spreading your thighs a little more. His fingers pressed into your skin and you saw him swallow.

"Can't, y'know that."

You let out a frustrated huff and pushed yourself off the table, away from him.

"You're confusing the fuck out of me, Joel! One second you're all over me and the next you're pushing me away. And don't try to tell me it's all for show. You do this shit all the time."

You marched into the living room and plopped down onto one of the couches. You were fucking tired. Tired from the rollercoaster evening, tired from Joel's mixed signals, tired from everything.

He stood up with a groan and followed you to the living room, raking his fingers through his hair as he moved.

"I'm tryin' to protect you," he snapped, startling you. "I don't fuckin' trust myself 'round you, don't you see that? Don't you see what you're doin' to me?"

His fingers twitched at his sides as he stood in front of you, imploring you to understand with a pained look on his face.

"Then why are you fighting it?" you whined, standing up. As you approached you saw his shoulders stiffen, but he didn't move away. "Why can't we-"

"'Cause I ain't a good man, darlin'," he said sadly, gaze dropping to the floor. "You deserve so much better."

"But I like you," you told him softly, reaching out and taking his hand. You brought it up to cup your face while a war waged behind his eyes. "I refuse to believe you're not a good man, Joel."

You turned so you could press a kiss into the palm of his hand, then slowly guided his arm lower, all the while staring him right in the eye until his fingertips brushed against the slit in your dress. Your breath hitched as you led him lower, underneath the material until his fingers finally came in contact with the silky red panties trimmed with black lace.

"Fuck," he whispered, cheeks tinting pink and eyes all wide and dark when he felt the wet patch that had seeped through. After that, he couldn't stop himself. "Dirty fuckin' girl," he growled, taking a step closer so he could tower over you while two thick fingers pressed and stroked steadily over your panties. A breathy moan slipped past your lips and you released his arm so you could grab onto his shoulders for support. Joel wrapped his other arm around your waist and walked you back towards the sofa, all the while staring down at you like he was a predator who finally caught their prey.

You thought he would have laid you down but to your surprise, he twisted you both around at the last second and sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. He removed his hand from between your legs and you were about to protest when you heard the deafening tear of fabric. You gasped and looked down to see Joel had torn your brand new fucking dress from the slit up, exposing half your stomach.

"What the f-" you were about to scold him and tell him how much you liked that goddamn dress when he grabbed you by the hips and yanked you forward so he could bury his face against your clothed pussy. Your eyes bugged out of your head and you grabbed his hair to keep you steady, your shaky legs no longer able to be trusted. And when he took a deep, steady breath in through his nose, your face flushed with heat while staining the red satin of your underwear even darker.

"You smell so fuckin' good," he groaned before taking another deep breath. "Bet you taste even better."

"Jesus Christ," you whimpered, your fingers getting tangled in his hair. "Please, Joel, please..."

"Sit on my lap," he demanded, tearing himself away and leaning back into the couch. He slapped the tops of his thighs and ushered you forward with his fingers.

On shaky legs, you obeyed, spreading them wide so you could rest them on either side of his thighs. He stretched up to latch his mouth onto the hollow part underneath your jaw while his fingers resumed their torturous pace over your center.

"You're right, these were made to be seen," he murmured against your throat. Your hips began to rock, encouraging him to keep going with each little sound from the back of your throat. "Got these just for me, huh? Wanted me to see 'em?"

"Yeah," you whined, arms circling around his neck and jaw falling open as he brought you closer and closer to your climax without still having actually touched you.

"What'd you want me to do, baby?" he asked softly. Your breath was growing shallow and the noises you were making were getting louder and he smirked, knowing you were close from just a few minutes of petting you through your clothes. If this is how responsive you were from just his fingers, he couldn't fucking wait to take you apart with his cock. "Tell me. Did'ya want me to bend you over the table?"

You nodded and gasped when his fingers began to move faster. "Everywhere. In the car. At the art gallery. In the fucking elevator... fuck, Joel!"

His cock swelled in his pants, the material already too unforgiving and tight, when you came shouting his name. A shudder ran through your body when you slumped forward to rest your head on his shoulder, but unfortunately he didn't give you the courtesy of recovery because in an instant, he hooked the material of your underwear to the side and two fingers slid right into your soaked cunt.

You weren't sure who groaned louder, you or Joel, but it felt like both of you were equally desperate.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, sweat dotting your forehead and upper lip from the welcome intrusion his fingers caused. You forced yourself to straighten back up so you could grab his face with both hands and slant your mouth eagerly over his. His tongue immediately invaded your mouth and his wrist began to snap between your legs, causing your mind to go numb as you focused solely on the pleasure he was giving you.

"Joel," you moaned in between biting at his lower lip. "I don't think I can come again."

"Yes, you fuckin' will," he said roughly. His free hand, which was clutching your hip, began to guide you up and down on his fingers. "You wanted me so bad and now you're tellin' me you can't come again? Gimme what I want and maybe I'll give you what you want."

You nodded dumbly and followed his lead, rolling your hips and then bouncing on his lap until you found what worked and you felt that familiar warmth building low in your stomach again.

"Keep going, just like that," you panted against his lips. He nodded, eyes so dark they looked black as he stared up at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut, too focused on chasing your high to see the way he was looking at you. It was probably for the best because he was fairly certain you would be able to see right through him in that moment and it scared the shit out of him.

"Oh, fuck, baby, that's it," he breathed, pulling you closer so he could hide his face against your throat. He could feel you tightening around his fingers and your nails were digging into his shoulders, the bite of pain sending shivers down his spine. Your moans grew more high pitched and your skin felt hot to the touch. He leaned forward on the couch and, circling his other arm around your waist, tugged you as close as possible while using the force from his entire body to thrust his fingers as deep as he could into your cunt, curling them inside you each time he retracted his hand.

"Oh, god, Joel," you whined breathlessly, stomach tensing the closer you came to your orgasm. "I think... I think I'm gonna-"

You cut yourself off with a shaky moan when you came for the second time, your entire body pulsing in his arms as your orgasm shot through you violently, taking every shred of energy you had left.

You murmured softly against his neck when he eventually dragged his fingers out of you. Your eye cracked open just in time to see him pop both fingers into his mouth and hum appreciatively to himself while still holding you close against his chest.

"You alright?" he asked before kissing the top of your head.

"You ruined my dress," you whispered sleepily. He chuckled, the vibrations from his chest melting into yours, making you smile.

"It's not funny. It was over a thousand dollars."

"Money well spent," he replied before tipping the back of his head against the couch with a deep sigh. He was still painfully hard but you were too weak and tired to do anything about it. He maneuvered you so your legs were no longer spread open on his lap, then hooked an arm underneath your knees. With his other arm around your shoulders, he stood with a groan and began to carry you down the hall.

Your own arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck and once he approached the bedrooms, you opened your eyes to see which room he would pick. It didn't surprise you when he turned into your room but you were too tired to really care.

"You oughta change outta this dress," he murmured as he laid you down in bed.

"Mhmm, I will," you promised, then smiled when he brushed your hair out of your eyes and kissed your forehead.

"Get some sleep," he said, and just as he was about to step back into the hall, you called out his name. He spun around, the sight of you spread out over your bed, all fucked out in a torn up dress giving him pause before he cleared his throat and responded.

"Yeah?"

"You better not fucking tip me this time."

You giggled when you saw the grin on his face and he shook his head in disbelief.

"'Night."

"Good night."

Once he left, you slipped out of the dress but you couldn't bring yourself to throw it out, so you zipped it back up in its bag and tucked it into the back of your closet before drifting off and feeling the calmest you ever felt.

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penkura · 4 months

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A Baby Sister

Note: I didn't realize it until I was writing this, but I legit gave all these men a daughter for their second child (or first or third for two of them on this). I can't believe I didn't notice, lol, I would've moved things around a little but, this is fine honestly. I tried to make it really cute and fluff, but the bonus turned a little angsty. :') The bonus is also what led to me wanting to write this. Enjoy!

Rogue is three when you and Ace have your second child, another little girl you name Ann. She’s just as tiny as her big sister was, and while Rogue has your hair, Ann looks exactly like Ace, all the way down her freckles. Ace definitely cried again when he got to hold her, hell he was crying as soon as she was born, you totally expected it though.

Rogue hated the two days she wasn’t with you, both you and Ace deciding to give her some time before you introduced her to her newborn sister, she stayed with Luffy and Sabo during the time you were in the hospital. After you’ve gone home, Ace picked her up and she refused to let him go until he got her home, when she sees you she hurries over to the couch and hugs you so tightly that you really do feel bad for having not seen her the last two days.

“Mama, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Rogue! We’ve got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

She brightens up hearing that, excitedly trying to ask what the surprise was while Ace brings Ann over, handing her to you before he picks up Rogue and sets her in his lap so she can see better.

“Rogue, this is your little sister, Ann.”

Rogue is beyond excited, she wants nothing more the rest of the day than to hold her sister, to the point she starts crying and Ace has to calm her down when you have to take your newborn to feed and change her. Once she has her back, Ace starts to feel a little jealous simply because he also wants to hold Ann for a while. The whole thing just makes you laugh and appreciate that you have others who want to hold her.

“At least she’s not mad about having a sister.”

Ace just pouts a bit in return. “I want to hold her too…”

Law brings your son, six-year-old Rosinante, to see and meet his baby sister the day she was born. He takes him by your hospital room first, so your son can get some time with you before seeing his new little sister, even though he’s excited to meet her. He starts getting antsy and almost begging to meet her, before you finally laugh and look at Law.

“Why don’t you take him by the nursery? I’ll be fine for a bit.”

Agreeing with your suggestion, Law gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before taking Rosi’s hand and leading him down the hall to the nursery, stopping at the window and trying to find where your daughter was in the room. Once he finds her, he picks up Rosi and points where your newborn’s nursery bed is.

“See right there? That’s your sister, she’s got the bear you picked out for her.”

Rosi’s eyes light up once he sees where she is, seeing Law is correct, the little polar bear plush he’d picked out months ago was in the corner of the bed. She’s so small! He didn’t think she’d ever be so little, even after he met some of your friends babies, they were all a few months old.

“What’s her name, dad?”

“Cora. She’s got a hat on, but she has the same hair color you and I do.”

Rosi nods while Law watches him for a minute, smiling just a bit. He had been a little concerned about how your son would react when you decided to have another child, but you were able to convince him that Rosi would be a wonderful big brother, he had Law as an example, after all. Watching Rosi over the last several months, from when he grinned and hugged you when you told him you were pregnant, to when he was happy to hear he was getting a sister, you were proven right over and over again.

After watching him for a few moments, Law presses a kiss to the top of your son’s head and looks back to your daughter.

“Cora’s going to be depending on you, all right? My sister relied on me for somethings while she was little, so do your best, and your mom and I will help you both.”

“Okay, dad,” Rosi nods, before looking back to Law, “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll go back to mom’s room and get them to bring her in.”

Having been an only child, Penguin wasn’t sure how your four-year-old daughter Wren was going to react to meeting her little sister, Ivy. Wren had seemed a bit concerned at the beginning of your pregnancy when you were sick, and didn’t have much of a reaction when you told her the baby was a girl. She barely had any interest in meeting Law’s newborn daughter a few weeks prior, running off to play with Rosi instead.

Once your second child was born, Penguin brought Wren to meet her, but after finally seeing her new sister, she refused to hold her, instead holding onto Penguin and hiding her face in his shoulder. After you bring Ivy home, Wren still isn’t interested in seeing her much, attaching herself to whichever one of you isn’t holding the new baby at the time.

Eventually, when Ivy is sleeping in her bassinet one day, Wren stands up on her tiptoes to watch her baby sister sleep. She’s still not sure about this, having a little sibling so suddenly, but she’s starting to think it’s okay, after watching you and Penguin with her the last few weeks. Wren reaches out and barely touches Ivy’s tiny hand, almost beaming when her baby sister grabs onto her finger.

You and Penguin had been watching Wren while she stared at Ivy, just making sure everything was all right, and it makes him smile at the same time when she starts to accept her new baby sister. When you lean into him, Penguin hugs you close and kisses your temple.

“I told you everything would be fine. She just needed some time.”

“Yeah, I know…you’re always right in the end.”

Having twins was a trip already, you still don’t know how Sanji convinced you to have another child. Sora and Angel were a handful at times, but now that they were five-years-old, they could do more on their own, and Sanji used that as a reason for you to go ahead and have your next baby, which ended up happening immediately. You figured it would be a few months of trying before you got a positive test but nope, first try out the gate and here comes baby number three.

You don’t mind so much once your second daughter is born, a blonde little girl you choose to name Grace, she seems so much smaller than either of the twins were despite being born full term. She’s a perfect addition to your family though, and your twins think the same when they get to meet her.

Both are pushing the other away from the nursery bed, standing on the side facing out from your hospital bed, trying to get a good look at their sister. Angel is beyond thrilled at having a baby sister, while Sora just wants to see what she looks like.

Sanji eventually goes over and lifts up Angel, telling the two to be quiet because you were sleeping, and so was baby Grace. Angel quiets when she’s able to see her little sister better, Sora following suit as he can actually see her now. The two just watch her sleep, Sanji wonders if they’re actually happy or worried about having a new baby sibling until Angel looks at him.

“Can I hold her?”

“I wanna hold her!”

“I asked first!”

“I’m older!!”

Sighing, Sanji smiles in relief, glad your twins are excited about the new baby, until she starts to cry because they’ve disturbed her with their argument about who gets to hold her first.

Keitaro has just barely turned two when you have your daughter. You never expected to have two in two, but it happened and truthfully, you weren’t upset about it when you found out you had a little girl. She’s so tiny when Zoro holds her, he's completely in love the moment he sees her. Your children were both unplanned, but you don’t think you’d change anything about how your life is going, and Zoro is the same, he's told you that multiple times.

When Keitaro properly meets her, it’s a few days after she’s born, some rule the midwives in Shimotsuki Village still follow, they wouldn’t even let Zoro be with you when you gave birth, you really had wished you were still on the Sunny this time. It’s not really a formal meeting for the two, but you think it works just fine.

Keitaro sits up on the floor by your daughter laying on a pink baby blanket that Robin had given you for her, she just somehow knew you were having a girl. Your son just stares at her for a long time, a pacifier in his mouth that doesn’t let you see what he’s really thinking. He reaches over to touch her cheek after a few minutes, a small giggle leaving his mouth when she scrunches her face and pouts in her sleep. Zoro stops him before he does it too much, placing his hand in front of your toddler’s to keep him from making her cry.

“That’s enough, you don’t want her to cry.”

Keitaro whines before pouting himself, until he squeals when Zoro lifts him up and sets him in his lap.

“Her name’s Kuina. What do you think, buddy?”

He tries to sound it out, but he’s still too little to say it correctly, the name mostly coming out as ‘Koo-na’, which makes you smile even as he starts to get frustrated and nearly cries before you gently shush him.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can just call her baby until you’re ready.”

Rubbing at his eyes, Keitaro yawns and snuggles against Zoro, part of his frustration being from needing a nap. You both watch as your children sleep quietly, glad their first meeting went well, anxious to see how the two grow up now.

Your and Corazon’s first child, a baby girl, comes along just two months after you’ve taken in and formally adopted ten-year-old Trafalgar Law, when you’re both just twenty-three yourselves. Almost overnight you have two children to take care of, though Law isn’t that interested in your daughter at first. You get it, he’s still working through the sudden loss of his parents and little sister, he calls you and your husband by nicknames, not viewing you as his parents yet but that’s fine, you don’t want to rush anything with him.

It’s why you tell Corazon not to force Law to see your daughter right away, when the boy refuses to have anything to do with her and leaves your hospital room. You’re not upset at all, you know this must be hard for him. To lose and regain a family in a matter of weeks, then have a new sister so quickly as well, it’s a lot to take in at such a young age. You know he hasn’t gone too far, probably just sitting by your door, he’s just overwhelmed, you reason to Corazon, who nearly dragged Law back when he turned to leave before running out.

“He needs time, we need to give him that.”

It’s later that day, when Corazon has left to get something for him and Law to eat, that he leaves the three of you alone, finally convincing Law to at least sit in your room instead of outside the door. You have been holding your daughter for a while, noticing that Law is quietly looking over every now and then, and it makes you smile.

“You wanna come see her? It’s okay if you don’t. I won’t force you, Law.”

He doesn’t say anything, but eventually comes over, sitting beside you to get a look at your newborn while you adjust her blanket so he can see her face better. It’s hard for you to get a read on Law sometimes, he’s already good at masking his emotions, so you give him a few minutes of watching her before you say anything.

“Her name is Evangeline. What do you think?”

“…she’s small.”

“She is! She’s got her daddy’s hair too!”

“I was hoping she’d look like you.”

That makes you laugh lightly, nodding. It probably has to do with his sister having looked like his mother, you’ve seen the few pictures he has of his family. They were both lovely, Law looks just like his father. After another moment or so, you’re surprised but happy to see him reach over and let Evangeline hold his hand, the slightest smile on his face.

“Can you do me a favor, Law? Evie is my first baby, and I know you’ve had a bit of experience with your sister…can you help me and Rosinante take care of her? She’s going to need a great big brother to watch over her.”

There’s no response for a bit, but when he nods, you’re happily relieved. You were worried that he wasn’t going to accept another change so quickly, even though you knew it would likely take a long time for him to get used to this.

When Corazon comes back, he can’t fight the smile on his face to see the three of you sleeping, Evangeline still in your arms while Law is attached to your side, holding onto your arm.

Everything is going to be fine.

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anakinsbunniee · 2 months

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Having more silly thoughts about Farmer!Anakin!!

It was quiet. Too quiet. A few minutes ago before the air around you had turned silent, you heard and saw Anakin hammering against the fences outside while watching him from the little pink window of the kitchen. At first, he refused to paint it pink, but how could he deny the wishes of his wife who's also the mother of his sweet baby girl?

With a loud sigh, he turned around, looking at you inside the house. He throws the hammer back into his tool box and makes a little 'cmere' motion with his fingers. He seemed mad.

You put your baby into her crib, stroking her cheek one last time while she squeals, before quickly walking outside to your garden. Some of the lambs immediately run up to you, and with a loud giggle, you push yourself through the herd.

“Hun..you remember what you told me in the morning? Before I left for the market.” He asks strictly, holding you softly with his rough hands at your hips.

“Uhh..mhm hm! I told you that I love you and that I'll cook your favourite dinner tonight!”

“Yeeees baby, but that's not what I mean,” he replies, trying to keep up his tough guy facade. You were just so sickly sweet; he could never stay mad at you.

With a sigh, he points towards the clothes line where your towels and some of his shirts are hanging. “You promised you'd get the clothes off and fold them together before I came back.”

"Awhhhh that, I forgot. I'm sorry..I was playing with the baby the whole time and completely forgot.” You mumbled, looking down a little.

To others, it would seem irrelevant. 'Oh, she didn't get the clothes and towel off, horribleeee’. But for you, it was bad. Anakin did everything for you. Paid the bills, worked around the house and farm, ect. Yet, you couldn't even remember to fold the clothes together.

“Sigh. It's fine, baby. I'm not mad, okay? Let's do it together, alright? We'll be faster that way.” He replied with a smile, wiping his hands with a cloth before putting it back into his pockets.

He lays a hand on the small of your back and leads you to the clothing line. When he noticed the tears in your glossy eyes he sighed. “Don't cry..I told you it's fine, alright?” He picks up the basket and starts to take the clothes and towels off the clothing line with you while folding them in the air. His muscles were just begging to get out of that tight shirt he was wearing:(

“See? 's waaaay quicker this way.” He commented, following you while you carried the basket back inside your little house you called home.

While you carry it upstairs, he goes to pick up your baby out of her crib in the living room, holding her softly while kissing her all over her chubby face. She squeals and reaches out for his collar with her small fists.

“Hopefully you don't grow up to be as clueless as your mama..”

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yawnderu · 11 months

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Daddy's girl - Vladimir Makarov x Reader

The daddy issues are hitting hard today. ^_^

CW: face slapping, death threats, degrading words, hurt/comfort... as comforting a terrorist can be. Reader isn't Makarov's daughter.

''You didn't come to my graduation.'' You stumble into his office without knocking, the liquid courage in your blood giving you the guts you never even knew you had.

''My little princess.'' His tone is full of sarcasm, brown eyes sizing you up as he looks up from the paperwork sprawled on his desk. He tilts his head slightly as you say nothing.

''How kind of you to grace me with your presence. Of course, I wasn't able to attend your graduation... I have important duties as a leader.'' He was making a show out of it, voice dripping pure disdain as he got up from his chair, walking over to you with his hands clasped behind his back. Your silence makes the corners of his mouth tilt up.

''Besides, I've never been much of a family man.'' Despite knowing better, the alcohol is poisoning your brain, taking full control of your tongue.

''Go fuck yourself.'' The words are spoken with pure hatred, years of suppressed words due to only being acknowledged with condescending words finally coming out.

''I'm shocked, my dear.'' There's a smirk on his face at your bold words, clearly amused by your courage. Oh, how his hands are aching to hurt.

''You know better than to speak to me like that. Maybe I should teach you a lesson in respect again.'' He leans down slightly, one hand firmly holding your jaw as he stares down at you with cold, piercing eyes. You hold your ground, arms crossed over your chest while you stare up at him stubbornly. In the past, you'd be begging and trying to run away, yet you stand tall and proud in pure defiance. Just this once.

''I've given you everything you could ever want, and this is the thanks I get for it?'' He's looming over you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey, eyes burning with resentment and anger you have seen many times before.

''You are nothing without me.'' With a swift, jerky motion, the hand grasping your jaw lets go just to reach out and slap you across the face, the sound of his hand connecting with your skin echoing throughout the room. Your eyes close out of reflex, trying your best not to fall down despite how dizzy the hard slap and the alcohol are making you. You take a few seconds to recover, looking up at him with nothing but disdain, mirroring his own expression.

''You've given me everything but your love.'' Makarov's expression hardens even further, disgust mixing in with the anger.

''Love? What do you know about love? You're a naive little girl who has never in her life faced the reality of this world. You think I'm so cruel, so heartless, but I've made more sacrifices than you could ever imagine.'' His Russian accent got more prominent the more annoyed he got, making his words sound even harsher. He grabbed you by the arm, spinning you around and forcing you to face the window that looked out into the city skyline.

''Your mother's love didn't stop her from dying when she gave birth to you. You're lucky I took you under my wing and gave you a life of luxury.'' You scoffed at his comment, staying quiet for now as you held back tears.

''I tolerated your insolence because I thought that with time, you'd respect me... I see now that I failed to raise you properly.'' He pulled out his revolver, pressing the muzzle against your temple. There was barely any emotion in his face, simply cold, calculated indifference.

''That can be fixed easily.'' He presses the gun harder against your head, and all you can do is hold back tears. You bite the inside of your cheek softly, waiting for a ''bang'' that doesn't come yet.

''Go ahead, pap.'' Your stubborn mouth lashes out before you can even think about it, trying your best to give him a smile despite the way your eyes are burning with tears.

''Free me from this life of death and war you gave me.'' Makarov frowns, finger tensing on the trigger as he looks down at you. He would never admit it, but the unexpected response caught him off-guard.

''I've been too soft on you.'' He pulls back the hammer, metal clicking loudly.

''Quite the opposite, but whatever.'' There was an icy calm in his gaze as he looked down at the younger girl.

''Do you know what your problem is? You're ungrateful. More stubborn than a mule and twice as bratty. All you've ever done is take, take, take.'' His finger tightens on the trigger, patience wearing thin by the second. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes, to see the tears finally roll down her cheeks, to hear her beg for her life, yet she wasn't giving him the satisfaction.

''That's my problem?'' You ask sarcastically, turning your head slightly to look up at him, gun now held against your forehead as you lean closer to him, challenging him even further. ''I've done nothing but dedicating my time and life to you and the Inner Circle.''

Makarov takes a step back, lowering his gun by his side before almost hesitantly putting it back in its holster. He looks you up and down with pure disdain, blood boiling inside his throbbing veins.

''It's your attitude that irks me, not whatever you think you've done for me and the Inner Circle. You're underserving of the respect that comes with your position, ungrateful for the life I've given you, you're living proof of all my failures. Do you understand, child?'' He lets go of your arm, hand twitching to get the gun back, but he ignores it for now. He sighs heavily, walking over to his desk and pulling a bottle of vodka out of a drawer, gloved hands opening the bottle and taking a long, long swig. He's way too sober to deal with you.

''Why are you even drunk at 9:00AM?'' He asks softly, trying his best not to grow gray hairs at the stress your mere presence causes him.

''I've been up all night. Graduation party with some friends and the after.'' You speak just as softly, looking out the window for a while before finally turning back to him, hands clasped behind your back politely, a fake, calm expression on your face despite the turmoil in your head. He simply nods his head, elbows leaning on the lavish desk while taking another swig of the vodka.

''No chaser?'' You try to bring some humor to the situation, all anger gone as you now simply try to please him, ignoring your own emotional needs like usual. To your surprise, he lets out a soft amused chuckle.

''No chaser.'' He confirms, taking a deep breath before pulling two glasses out, filling them up before holding one your way.

''You better not disappoint me.'' The words lack their usual venom, though he's still clearly not happy with you. He knocks back his glass, filling it again without waiting for you. You hesitantly reach for the glass, holding your breath as you knock it back as well, making a face once the alcohol burns your throat and warms up your stomach.

''Ugh.'' Is all you can say, sitting in a chair in front of his desk as he fills up your glass again.

''Come on, try not to embarrass yourself.'' He's not being hostile for once. He almost sounds teasing as he says that, keeping eye contact while he takes his shot without even grimacing or making a face, clearly handling alcohol much better than you.

''You're trying to get me drunk for fun.'' Yet you still grab the glass and knock it back, making another face of pure disgust at the burn of pure vodka he seems to be drinking so easily.

''It certainly looks like it's working.'' He says with a small teasing tone, gesturing towards your slightly unfocused gaze.

''It is.'' Your voice is slightly slurred, the mix of the alcohol you drank earlier, the hard liquor and the lack of sleep hitting you like a fucking train, making you more tired by the second. You rest your head on the desk, eyes closing as you hear Makarov let out an amused chuckle as he gets up from his chair.

''Come here.'' He speaks with surprising softness, and you can feel him lifting you up with care, bringing your barely conscious body to his much bigger chair as he sits down, holding you close on his lap. One of his hands is on your lower back, safely securing your body, while the other one is running up and down the length of your hair.

''Get some sleep.'' He whispers softly and he doesn't have to repeat himself twice. Before you're fully gone, you can feel his lips plant a small kiss on the top of your head. Just this once, he'll allow himself to be weak.

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wandanatsgf · 2 months

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Lovers, Vampires, Strangers Part 2

Pairing: Vampire!Wanda x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 2886

Summary: This story starts in the year 1850. You and your girlfriend Wanda are happy together. You have everything you could ever want, until she secretly turns you into a vampire. After a horrible accident, you leave her and that life behind. Now 173 years later, she's come to ask you for a favor.

Part 1

Part 2: 2023, The Second Shittiest Year of my Life

“What do you want Wanda?” I ask the girl who was frantically banging on my door.

“I need a place to stay for a few days, please,” she begs. It makes me laugh. She really thinks I would help her after what she did? She’s insane.

“No way,” I tell her.

“Please Y/n,” she asks again.

“No,” I say. “I’m not letting you into my home or life again, Wanda.”

I go to shut the door when a small bullet sized wooden stake comes whizzing through the air. It flies through the small crack in my door from where I haven’t shut it all the way. I hear Wanda yell out some cuss words, while I barely manage to dodge the bullet. I should’ve just shut the door and let Wanda fend for herself, this is her problem after all. But I, being the idiot that I am, didn’t.

“Fine you can come in,” I say, pulling the brunette girl inside with me. I quickly shut and lock the door.

“What the hell was that Wanda?” I exclaim as I run through my house, grabbing the first bag I see. I put the guns and knives that II keep hidden throughout my home in there, in case whoever is outside tries to go after me, since I too am a vampire.

“That was Natasha,” she says like that explains everything.

“She’s a girl I…used to be with. She’s a little angry is all.”

“A little angry?!? She just tried to kill you Wanda.”

“Yes well vampire hunters tend to do that Y/n.”

“What the actual hell Wanda. You brought a vampire hunter to my front door?!?”

“Not on purpose. I didn't know she was a vampire hunter when I was sleeping with her. And I thought I had lost her back in Budapest. Clearly someone is determined to kill me.” Wanda rolls her eyes as she talks, as if this Natasha girl is a mere annoyance, like a gnat or a fly, and not a hunter trying to kill her.

I’m so mad at her I don’t even know what to say. I finish gathering my things, but I leave my phone in case someone tries to use it to find my location. I make sure I avoid all windows as I make my way to the secret exit of my house that will lead me to the other side of town, the exit I had installed in case of emergencies just like this. I go to the bookshelf door I had installed and open it.

“Are you coming or not?” I call out to Wanda, who was currently just standing there. Wanda quickly moves to where I am, not avoiding windows. Which leads to them being shot out by Natasha.

“Great another thing I have to deal with,” I mumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Wanda snarkily asks.

“I said great that’s another thing I have to deal with. Because of you,” I add on.

“Oh please don’t act like your life was all sunshine and rainbows before I got here,” she says as I lead her down a staircase. “We both know you were lonely without me.”

“Really? I’m the lonely one?” I say. “I can assure you, Wanda I have been anything but lonely since you left.”

“You really think Kate Bishop can fill my place that easily?”

“And how do you know about her?” Wanda says nothing, but it’s clear she had been keeping tabs on me.

“I should’ve known you’d never leave me alone, Wanda. You were always the possessive type.” I turn down a corridor and open the door. I walk out and into open air. The passage leads to a road two streets over where my getaway car is stashed.

“I’m not possessive. I just don’t want anyone to have what’s mine,” she says. I chuckle under my breath, reading through her lie. I choose to ignore her and walk over to a car, praying that it’s unlocked. Of course it isn’t, but i guess when you have vampire strength it doesn’t really matter. I get into the car in no time and I make quick work of hot wiring it so I can get away, and hopefully leave Wanda here. I get the car on and I climb in, quickly locking the doors so Wanda can't.

"What do you think you're doing?" Wanda asks, clearly annoyed. She stomps her feet like a child and it makes me laugh.

"I'm leaving," I say through my laughter.

"Not without me you aren't."

"Yes I am. I got you away from Natasha, which you're welcome for by the way. Now I'm off to save my own skin. Now get out of my way or be roadkill Wanda. Your choice." Wanda refuses to move, much to my annoyance.

"Move Wanda," I scream out.

"No," she screams back. I can feel my annoyance rising with every passing second, and then Natasha runs around the corner, guns blazing. I unlock the car and allow Wanda to hop in before I floor it. I pull out of the parking space, driving away as fast as I can, leaving Natasha in the dust.

"Happy?" I finally ask once we have gotten a little further down the road.

"Yes, very." I can tell she is pleased with herself, something that I absolutely loathe. I choose to ignore her so I don’t blow up.

We drive for what feels like forever, and I being a vampire would know what forever feels like. So trust me when I say it felt like forever.

Wanda does her best to annoy me, but I ignore her every time, not in the mood for her games. Eventually I pull into a decent looking hotel on the side of the road. I’m not sure where we are, but we’ve driven for at least 16 hours straight and I’m tired. Well as tired as you can be when you’re undead.

“Here we are,” I say as I park the car.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know. But we’re safe aren’t we? You could be a bit more thankful,”

“It would be safer if we knew where we are,” Wanda retorts.

“Well why don’t you work on that while I get us a room.”

“Fine,” Wanda says, for once not starting an argument.

I happily hop out of the car, grateful to be away from Wanda, and I enter the lobby.

“Hi I need two rooms,” I say to the front desk lady.

“I’m sorry we only have one room available.”

“Fine I guess that’ll work,” I grumble. It really doesn’t work for me but I’ll just have to suck it up…or sleep in my car. Honestly I’d do anything to not be near Wanda for longer than I have to.

“And how will you be paying?”

“I won’t be. The bill will be comped by the hotel,” I tell the girl. I look in her eyes and change the tone of my voice, activating my compulsion.

“Here you go,” the girl says cheerily, handing me my room key.

“Thanks.”

I walk back to the car where I had left Wanda to give her the bad news.

“Unfortunately they only had one room,” I grumble, throwing her a room key.

“Don’t sound so upset. It’ll be just like old times,” she says, sending me a wink. I let out a scoff at her words.

“I’d rather sleep on the cement than in a bed with you Wanda.”

“Fine have it your way,” she says. She gets out of the car and walks into the hotel and to our room. I try and make myself comfortable in the car, but it’s no use. It’s too small and too hot. I grab one of my guns that I had brought and tuck it into the waistband of my pants then I reluctantly go inside, bracing myself for the snarky comment I know Wanda is about to say.

“Aww I knew you’d change your mind. I’m just too irresistible.”

“God you’re so full of yourself. But no I’m in here because the car was uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with you Wanda.”

“Sure, whatever helps yourself sleep at night.”

God this woman is infuriating. I choose to ignore her last comment.

“So you’re not talking to me now?” I give her the silent treatment.

"Real mature y/n."

"Whatever Wanda. I'm going to go get us some essentials, try not to get into trouble while I'm gone," I say, just wanting to get out of here and away from Wanda.

"Aww sounds like someone cares about me," she teases.

"No I just don't want all of this hard work to go to waste," I say as I walk out the door. It's currently 10pm at night so luckily anywhere I go should be jut about empty. I drive to the nearest Walmart, leaving Wanda in the dust at the hotel. I get us some toiletries and snacks (because yes even though we are vampires and undead we still like human food). My next stop is a blood bank, where I steal as much blood as I can. I prefer it this way over drinking straight from the source. It's much cleaner and not so scarring to humans. After about two hours I make my way back to the hotel, carrying my shopping bags inside, only to find Wanda gorging herself on a member of the cleaning staff.

"Wanda," I yell out. She drops the maid and her face takes on a guilty look, like a child who knows they are doing something bad.

"Yes?" She tries to adopt a nonchalant tone but it isn't working.

"I literally told you not to get into trouble and the first thing you do is get into trouble."

"But I was hungry," she says, as if that justifies her actions.

"I don't give a damn if you're hungry Wanda. If I tell you to do something so do it."

"That's funny I don't remember ever taking orders from you, but you sure did take a lot from me," Wanda says, referencing the times when the two of us would sleep together, before I hated her guts.

“Well things have changed Wanda. I’m trying to keep us alive and away from your vampire hunter ex. So either listen to me or leave.”

“Fine,” is all she says. She goes off to the bathroom to shower while I heal the woman Wanda had just dropped. I compel her to forget anything had ever happened, and off she goes back to work.

I close the door behind her and I put my grocery bags down and put things away. After I’m done and had a snack and some blood, I tuck my gun out of my waistband and put it on the small side table. I jump into bed. The bed is rock hard. There’s absolutely no give or bounce in it whatsoever, but I guess an aching back is a small price to pay for safety.

“Move over,” Wanda says once I had finally gotten myself comfortable.

“No,” is all I say back.

“Yes. Move or I’ll make you move y/n.”

I refuse to move, ignoring the glares that Wanda throws at me.

“Fine have it your way.” She walks over to me and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I try to resist, but it's pointless, and she moves me anyway.

"I'm older than you and I'm stronger than you. Next time it would be wise to do as you're told," she whispers into my ear. Her words have me blushing. A fact that I try to hide form her, but of course she notices.

"Did my words make you needy baby?"

"Fuck off Wanda," I say, but it doesn't come out as strong as I want it to.

"No baby I think you want me to fuck you, isn't that right?"

Her dirty words send my thoughts racing back to the times when we had slept together and how good it felt. But that was before she hurt me, and this is now. And now I don't like her. Even if she's gorgeous and makes me feel good. She's still the woman who turned me against my will. She's still the woman who hurt me, the woman I hate. So I form my resolve.

"No goodnight Wanda," are the next words that come out of my mouth. Wanda's mouth opens and closes like a fish, she's shocked that I didn't give in. I get up and turn off the lights and the two of us lay there in silence. I'm sure Wanda is seething in silence at being told no, but it isn't my problem. I quickly fall asleep, and I only wake up when I hear a loud banging noise.

The door to our room is kicked in, making us jump out of bed. In comes a brunette woman I don't recognize.

“Oh great and who’s this? Another one of your exes?”

“Actually yes,” Wanda and the woman sat at the same time. The woman walks closer to the bed, while Wanda and I try to walk further away without blocking yourselves in.

“Of course it is,” I say rolling my eyes. “How’d you piss this one off?”

“She may or may not be a vampire hunter also. So y’know when she found out about me she wasn’t exactly my biggest fan,” Wanda whispers to you.

“Really Wanda? You sleep with two fucking vampire hunters when you’re a vampire yourself. Are you stupid?” I whisper back.

“Haven’t I already proven that yes I am stupid.”

“I guess you’ve got a point there,” I say.

"Are you two done arguing now?" The woman asks.

"Yes Maria, we're done." Ok so Maria is her name. "Can you just get this over with," Wanda says, her tone sounding exasperated.

"Oh come on Wanda, I wanna drag this out. Hurt you just like you hurt me." Maria pulls the sleeve of her black jacket off her shoulder, showing off the scars that mar it.

"What the fuck did you do?" I look at Wanda, but there's no emotions on her face.

"What I had to do to survive." Wanda glares at Maria, but it's not the playful one she has been giving you all day. This is a true glare. The kind that says I want you dead.

Maria lunges and Wanda deflects her punch while you try and grab your car keys, which are all the way across the room. You almost make it, but then Maria grabs you by your hair, pulling you back. You claw at her arm, digging your nails into her skin. She shrieks and lets you go, turning her attention back to Wanda.

"How'd you find me anyway?" Wanda asks as she ducks under Maria's fist.

"Your little pet led me right to you. She wasn't as inconspicuous as she thought at that blood bank. I was just going to kill her, but then I realized she was with you, and well, I didn't want to waste such a delicious opportunity." Wanda's eyes turn a dark black color, something that only happens when a vampire is truly emotional, and strikes Maria, making the woman stumble. While she's disoriented I run to the side table and grab my gun. I hate using these things on humans, but if it means I get to live I'll do it. I aim for her leg and pull the trigger.

"That should keep her occupied for a while, now let's go," I tell Wanda. We both run out of the room, car keys in my hand. We both jump in the car, leaving Maria behind in the hotel room.

"Looks like being attacked wasn't my fault this time," Wanda says once our adrenaline has finally gone down.

"Well you still dated this one too so I'm sure this is somehow also your fault."

"Ok whatever you say," Wanda says, although I know she doesn't agree with me. "So we've got Natasha and Maria on our tails now, so where do we go now? With the both of them following us, there aren't many places that would be safe."

"I might know a place," I say. "It's like a safehouse of sorts."

"Why didn't we go there in the first place?"

"it's complicated," I say, not wanting to answer her question.

"Like how Natasha and I are complicated? Or Maria and I?"

"Not exactly," is all I say, and thankfully Wanda drops the subject. We drive for a few more hours until I finally turn into a driveway. The house before us looks like any other house in the suburbs would. There's flowers and trees lining the driveway and a little picket white fence around the house. You would never suspect that a supernatural creature lives inside it.

We walk up to the door and all I feel is anxiety. I had taken us to the one place I hadn’t wanted to go to, but it’s out last option. It’s the only place I know that would be 100% safe. So reluctantly I knock on the door, praying the woman who lives on the other side of it answers, and that this won't be another decision that bites me in the butt.

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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Unrequited (NSFW)

AN: this is long so fair warning lol

Synopsis: You feel that there is a disconnect between you and your husband and haven't brought yourself to be able to tell him. He ends up finding out with something that you do or rather don't do instead.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You let out a huge sigh as you were about to start washing the dishes from the dinner you made for the girls which consisted of fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli which they barely touched after begging you for it all week.

You were exhausted and couldn't wait for your head to hit the pillow all for you to get up and do it all over again tomorrow.

The girls were playing in the living room and you called out to them to put their toys away so that when you were finished, you could get them ready for bed.

"Piper! Penelope! Start putting your toys away! It's almost time for bed."

They didn't even respond to you as you heard a key turn in the front door which led to them frantically screaming and running towards it since this was an indication that daddy was now home.

And you had conflicting feelings about it.

You loved your husband, there was absolutely no denying that and no doubt in your mind. However, it seems as if there was a disconnect between you two for the past few months and you just couldn't get past it.

At least on your end you thought it was, but probably not to him.

"Daddy!" Was all you heard your twin girls say as they greeted him while you continued your task in the kitchen.

"Hi my sweet girls. I missed seeing you every day."

"And we missed you too." Penelope replied as Jack then handed her a stuffed bunny which she quickly embraced while handing Piper a stuffed pig, they quickly said their thank yous to him as his attention now went to finding his wife.

"Where's mommy?" Jack asked his two girls and both of them pointed towards the kitchen while Jack simply nodded as he made his way towards you with them hot on his trail. He was confused on why you didn't greet him at the door like you usually did when he was gone for an extended period of time, but brushed it off thinking that you were probably busy and wanted to finish up quickly in order to be able to put the girls to bed.

Because you were at least an hour late.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek and then turning you around to face him, meeting your lips with several kisses.

"Hi." Was all Jack said when you finally broke apart and your foreheads were resting against one anothers.

"Hi." You responded while hugging him tighter.

You definitely missed being in his arms, but couldn’t wrap your mind around how you were feeling and that bothered you to no end.

"Missed you bad."

"Missed you too. Didn't think you would be here until Friday."

It was only Tuesday and you had plans for making his favorite meal on Friday and blocking out time for it to just be the two of you after the both of you spent time with the girls, but now that plan had gone out the window.

"I got done early so I had to come and check on my favorite girls." Jack replied while kissing the tip of your nose as you forced a small smile.

You were doing everything in your power to fix your facial expressions so that Jack wouldn’t catch onto anything being wrong.

"Daddy, come play with us!" Penelope exclaimed, but you immediately shook your head no.

"Girls, it's time for bed. I already let you stay up an hour past your bedtime. We have to get up early, remember?"

"Well that was until daddy got here. Please!? Just a little bit longer?"

"Come on, babe. They can stay up a little while longer." Jack suggested and you knew that you had been outvoted and it wasn’t worth putting up a fight.

"Then you're on bedtime duty. They still need to brush their teeth and need a bath and…"

Jack quickly cut you off by kissing you and all you did was look at him.

"I got it, baby. Don't worry yourself."

Easier said than done.

All you did was worry when it came to him and the girls and that had now become heightened over the last few months with no possible end in sight.

"But…"

"Just go ahead and lay down. I'll take care of them."

You then finished up cleaning the kitchen and putting everything away when you heard all three of them in the living room still lively as ever despite it being almost 9:45 at night which quickly had you grow annoyed.

You never wanted to take their time away from Jack or interrupt it since they would often go long stretches without seeing him.

However, that meant that you went long stretches without seeing him too, but when he came home his primary focus was always on the girls and you felt as if you were somewhat of an afterthought even though you knew for a fact that was the last thing that Jack ever wanted to do.

You weren't jealous or despised your twins in any way, shape, or form, and you were thankful that they were yours and made you a mother but you just missed your husband and the time that would be spent together with just the two of you.

This had been going on for a few months with him working on his new album, but that also meant that he would have to promote it as well as go on tour and you were dreading it. Which would be happening within the next two months and this would be the first time that the girls would be old enough to actually remember. They didn’t do well with him being gone for a long period of time and for good reason. That’s their father so they expected for him to be with them often. However, they would quickly forget about it once he showered them with gifts and you honestly thought that Jack didn’t understand how this could be damaging to them in the future, but you didn’t know the best way to approach him about it.

He has gotten better since they have gotten older, since he did miss a few key milestones which of course made him get upset. He wouldn’t be gone as long now, but he would be gone longer than you wanted him to be.

But, Jack acted as if nothing was wrong between the two of you and you could only blame yourself for that because you won't open up your mouth to tell him. So, what did you do?

Suffer in silence.

As you passed by the living room, you smiled at the sight, but continued upstairs so that you could take a shower and hop in the bed as soon as possible. The girls were going to hate you tomorrow because of how early that you had to wake them up to go to school, but knew that they probably wouldn't care because of the time that they got to spend with him which you honestly couldn’t blame them for.

It was around eleven at night when you finally heard Jack’s footsteps enter your bedroom and couldn't believe that you weren't asleep yet despite how tired you were and have been for the last few days. You had your back towards the door as you were facing the window and taking in the moonlight that was peeking its way through the curtain.

You heard him hop in the shower as you continued to lay there and stare off into the darkness figuring out how to approach him about what was bothering you, but you were at a loss.

The two of you always communicated with one another and Jack was always considerate of your feelings and wanted for you to come to him if anything was upsetting to you whether it had to do with him or not.

He wasn't in there for very long and you soon felt him slide in next to you and wrap his arms around you while reaching over to kiss your cheek. Your breathing hadn’t slowed, so he knew that you were still awake.

"You still up, baby?" You heard him softly whisper in your ear and all you did was nod.

"You were waiting for me?" He asked as he began to kiss down your neck and slipped his hand in your panties to slowly massage your clit.

You were in fact not waiting for him by any means it just so happened that you were still awake. You just had insomnia. Even though your body was exhausted.

But your body had other plans as it quickly responded to his touch, even though your mind wasn’t there.

Your body was currently betraying you and you wanted nothing more but to be able to give your husband the pleasure that he deserved, but something was in the way blocking it and you just couldn’t move past it as much as you wanted to.

“Yes.” You responded as you lied through your teeth to give him an answer that he would be able to be satisfied with. Even if you had told him ‘no’, it wouldn’t have mattered since your body was responding to his every touch.

“Then let me take care of that for you.” He whispered in your ear as he placed you onto your back with him hovering above you. He slipped the t-shirt that you were wearing over your head leaving you in just your pink panties which he wasted no time in taking off and throwing them across the room.

“Hmm, I missed you so much.” He quietly said as he began to kiss down your body as you were staring up at the ceiling waiting for this to be done and over with.

Jack then kissed the inner part of both of your thighs before he took one long lick across your folds which had you bucking your hips forward and quickly made him smirk.

“And I can tell your body missed me too.”

As he continued to pleasure you, your hands found a way into his hair in order to pull him as close as possible to you.

You did miss the feeling of having him all to yourself, but it seems as if this was the only time that it was able to happen, and you weren’t a fan of that at all.

But, he didn't seem to notice.

Almost twenty minutes had passed, and you couldn’t help but to blurt it out.

“Babe, I’m close.”

You in fact weren’t anywhere near close and only had your mind on one thing.

Making sure Jack was satisfied, even though you weren’t and was lying to him.

He sped up his pace and you quickly let out a series of moans in order for it to seem like you reached your peak before Jack quickly hovered over you as he stroked himself a few times before sliding into you and bottoming out.

“Almost forgot how good it feels to have you around me. Been way too long”

This needed to be believable and you were ready to put on an oscar worthy winning performance of the century so that he didn’t catch on.

Because how in the world were you going to explain that?

“Shiiit.” You quietly let out and he now placed your legs on his shoulders and was steadily pounding into you.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well, pretty girl.”

As he was moving in and out of you, he took this opportunity to lean forward and trap your lips in several kisses as his left hand moved downward and began massaging your clit in a circular motion.

“Mmm, baby… I…..”

“I know, I know. Hold on a little bit longer for me.”

It took everything in you for you not to roll your eyes, but you did as you were told.

He then leaned forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth and slightly sucked as he fingers still remained on your clit and had now increased his pace.

All you did was wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer towards you as you threw your head back.

“Fuck I’m about to cum, you gonna cum with me pretty girl?”

You eagerly nodded your head as your foreheads were now touching and it only took three more thrusts until that warm and familiar feeling filled you up.

You were scratching down Jack’s back as he was placing kisses all over your chest to ride out his high and he assumed that you were riding yours out as well, even though that was as far from the truth as it could get.

Once he recovered, he slid out of you making you wince as you flipped him onto his back and eagerly took him in your mouth making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Shit, baby.”

“I want to show you how much I missed you.”

The next morning, you woke up confused seeing as Jack wasn’t next to you. You turned to face the window and grabbed your phone which read 10 AM which made you immediately hop up and run to the girls’ room.

Once there, you found it empty with both of their beds made which left you at a loss.

You then went downstairs to find a note on the counter written in your husband’s handwriting.

Good morning baby,

Took the girls to the zoo and I wanted you to sleep in so I turned your alarm off. You have a hair and nail appointment at 2 and Ariel will meet you there. I also ordered your favorite breakfast from First Watch and it’s in the microwave waiting for you. Wanted you to have a self-care day since I know it’s difficult with me being gone for long periods of time. We’ll see you later and we love you.

Call me if you need me for anything,

Your loving husband

You had finished reading the note that he had left for you and had conflicting feelings. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful because that was literally the last thing that you were, but, all you wanted was for him to spend time with you. You couldn't even remember the last time the two of you had a date night. It was simply you were at home taking care of the kids while Jack was the breadwinner and provider and when he was home, you felt as if you were an afterthought and almost ignored by your husband in a way. You didn't know when this shift had occurred but it had been weighing heavily on your mind. Why couldn’t he wake you up to go to the zoo with him and the girls? You didn't even dwell on the fact that he let them miss a day of school.

It could be admitted that you loved when he spoiled you and did amazing gestures such as this since he knew you needed a self-care day, but deep down you also needed your husband and best friend. All of the material things were a plus and you were appreciative of everything that he did for you, but you only wanted two simple things…. his time and attention.

You sighed as you went to warm up your breakfast and ate it in silence at the island in the kitchen. It was still too early for you to get ready and leave for your appointment, so you decided to shop online for a few things that you needed to get for the house in the hopes that they would be here next week in order to pass the time.

Your phone began to go off with incoming pictures of their adventure at the zoo and knew for a fact that they would be most excited to see the elephants since that was their latest obsession.

As you scrolled through the pictures, your phone went off again alerting you that Ariel was texting you.

Ariel- I'm picking you up at 1:30! Go get ready! So excited to see you.

Being able to spend time with your best friend brought a smile to your face and you wondered if she had any advice for the current situation that you were in.

Ariel had been married longer than you had, was a lawyer, had four kids, and still found it in her busy schedule to get some one on one time with her husband and never missed a beat.

You didn't know how she did it while you were over here struggling trying to keep your head above water.

At this point, you were willing to try anything.

After some much needed girl time, Ariel had dropped you back off but you had mentioned to her wanting to talk about something and didn't want to bring it up while you were out, wanting to put your troubles in the back of your mind for a day.

So, she called you on facetime on her way home.

"Y/N, what's going on? I know that something is bothering you. You know better than to hide things from me."

"I just…. Don't know how you do it. Full time job, four kids, loving husband that will go to the ends of the earth for you."

"What are you getting at? Like Jack doesn’t do the exact same for you. Spill it."

"That’s the problem, It is him."

"What about him?"

"I'm not sure, but things aren't the same between us. At least that's how I feel from my end, I don’t know if I’m reading too much into it or what. I literally faked an orgasm last night when I had sex with him."

“Wait a minute, you did WHAT last night?” Ariel asked as she looked at you in disbelief through the facetime call.

“Faked an orgasm or multiple I should say.” You replied while shrugging, but what you didn’t hear was Jack come into the kitchen to greet you.

“But why? As much as I hear about your wild sex stories, I’m really not understanding.”

“I… just I don’t know, I feel that we’re disconnected and not on the same page and it’s been that way for months. I just made sure that he was satisfied and that was it.”

“Jack is going to be pissed when he finds out with a capital P.”

“Well, he’s not going to find out unless you tell him, now is he?” You asked her and her eyes suddenly went wide while looking behind you and all you could mutter was ‘oh shit’. Knowing that more than likely she was looking at Jack who you knew was going to be upset with you.

So much for him not finding out.

“Too late.” Was all you heard your husband say as you quickly ended the facetime call to turn around to look at him.

He had his arms crossed while staring at you in utter disbelief.

“Babe….. I….” You started to say, but you have never in all your years of marriage seen Jack look at you the way that he was looking at you at this very moment.

“Are you fucking serious right now? How long has this been going on?”

“Just let me explain! Baby, it’s not what you think!”

“How do you explain faking your orgasms to your husband?”

You were silent as you stared back at him and suddenly everything you wanted to tell him wouldn't come out your mouth.

"You know what on second thought, I don't even want to hear it right now. Because I already know that it's going to be some bullshit ass excuse."

"No wait!" You exclaimed while grabbing his hand, but he quickly and forcefully pulled away from you.

"Y/N, let me go because I don't even want to look at you right now."

With a defeated sigh, you dropped your hand from his as he left the room and all you could do was sit there in disbelief.

Jack avoided you for the rest of the day as much as possible, but it was a bit difficult when it came to both of you caring for the girls. It wasn't until it was almost midnight when he came into your shared bedroom as you were scrolling through your iPad wanting to read a few chapters in this new book series that you had recently discovered.

You didn't open your mouth to say anything as he moved around the bedroom not knowing what kind of reaction that he was going to have, but when he finally sat down next to you was when you heard his voice.

"Y/N."

Here goes.

"Jackman."

"Do you want to tell me what's going on? At the very least, I deserve an explanation. Do you not want to have sex with me anymore? Are you not attracted to me?"

You sighed and placed your iPad on the dresser before giving him your full attention.

"It's not any of that at all. I just feel pushed to the side by you and when you do show me any type of attention, I feel like I'm an afterthought and it almost feels forced."

"Wait, what? Where is this even coming from?"

"You have literally been working more and more this year leaving me at home with the girls. And when you are home, all of your attention goes to them. Which I understand, they're our children, but you don't do that for me. We don't spend any time together and if we do it feels rushed or all we're doing is having sex. I don't even remember the last time that we had a date night and we spent time with each other. I just want my husband and best friend back and for him to show me that he actually loves and cares about me and that I'm important. The material things don't matter if I can't even have your undivided attention for 45 minutes. Because of the disconnect, I faked it. My mind isn't there."

Jack took a few minutes to take everything in that you had just told him before he responded to you.

"Why didn't you tell me this? So you'd rather suffer in silence than say anything?" Jack asked as he ran a hand through his curly hair.

"I just didn't know how. You're always busy and I didn't want to be another burden. So, I just acted like the good quiet wife who takes care of everything at home while her husband goes out and provides" You quietly confessed as you played with your wedding ring.

"You're my wife, why would you ever think that you were a burden?" Jack asked you, obviously hurt by what you said. The last thing that he would ever want is for you to feel that way about yourself.

All you did was shrug and Jack noticed the tears in the corners of your eyes, and he quickly wiped them away as they started to fall.

"I just… it sounds so selfish and sounds like I don't want to put my kids first, which I do. And I know you have a lot going on and I didn’t want to add more stress on you."

"You don't sound selfish, baby. I completely understand what you're saying and I wish you would have told me sooner. I don't want you to sit here and suffer. You are just as important to me as they are and I should have been showing you that."

"I just miss you and…" You started to say, but now you were full blown crying as Jack slid you onto his lap and you were now crying into his chest.

"I feel like I'm a horrible mother and I look at Ariel and she has her entire life together while I am over here struggling and…"

"Baby, stop. Stop comparing yourself to other people and you are a damn good mother. Don't ever think that you aren't for a second. You are never an afterthought to me and I admit that I have been slacking when it comes to just us spending time together and I apologize for making you feel as if you weren't important to me. We used to always have date night and like you said I can't even remember the last time we had it. This year has been a lot for our family, but it's going to be different from here on out. I'm not going to get these moments back and I need to remember that. I promise to do better going forward."

You simply nodded as you finished wiping your tears as Jack leaned over to kiss you which made you smile.

You kissed him back before laying your head on his shoulder as he cuddled you closer to him.

"I love you and you are never going to question how important you are to me again."

The following week on that Friday, you woke up to Jack peppering kisses all over your face which instantly made you laugh. You opened your eyes and saw that he had a tray full of food that he had placed on the bed next to you.

“What’s all this?” You curiously asked as you sat up with your back against the headboard as Jack slid it closer to you so that it was laying across your lap.

“Breakfast in bed for my beautiful wife.”

“And what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion necessary. Just because you’re my wife. That’s it and that’s all.”

“Where are my babies?” You asked as you began eating, but suddenly had a realization when you didn’t hear anything coming from their room across the hall.

“With my parents…… all weekend.” Jack said as he smiled at you while you had a dumbfounded look on your face.

“Wait…”

“Next three days are all about you and me with no interruptions. I told you from the moment that you told me how you felt that it was going to be different.”

“But…”

“You can take a break from being superwoman for 72 hours. I have the entire weekend planned for us so we can do all of your favorite things, but for now, I want you to eat while I put on your favorite movie… or at least one of them.”

“And which movie might that be?”

"Babe, you know we have to do the Harry Potter marathon. It's only right."

Throughout Friday and Saturday, the two of you spent quality time together while also discussing the things that would have to change moving forward so that the both of you got to spend quality time with one another while also spending quality time with your girls so that no one would feel neglected.

It was now Sunday morning and you were woken up by Jack being between your thighs which quickly led to you letting out a gasp.

Jack then looked up at you and smirked.

"We aren't leaving this bed for the rest of the day and you are damn sure not about to be faking another orgasm. So spread your legs and let me work."

You let out a yelp as he pulled you by your ankles to the end of the bed and placed your legs behind your head to continue his task of eating you out.

"Oh shiiiit."

Your juices were now running down Jack’s chin as he then inserted two fingers into you. You were trying to grasp the sheet underneath you, but was failing miserably as he continued to pleasure you.

You were about to reach your peak when you suddenly felt Jack move away from you and you glanced up at him confused.

"Babe, come on. I was close." You breathed out, eager for him to continue, but all he did was place kisses along your inner thighs before he decided to answer you.

"I know you were and that's why I stopped." Jack answered you and you couldn’t help but to get a dumbfounded look on your face.

"Wait, what? Isn't that the opposite of what you're supposed to do?"

"Hmm, usually. But not for you. Didn't I say we weren't leaving this bed?"

"Yes."

"Because I plan on edging you until you can't fucking take it anymore."

"I…." You were at a loss for words and knew that you were about to be in for it.

"That's what happens when your wife wants to fake her orgasms. Now get your ass to the top of the bed."

You did as you were told and was now all the way at the top and Jack was now stroking himself and peering down at you.

He slowly climbed on the bed to hover over top of you as he leaned down to kiss you and you felt him enter you at the same time making both of you let out a collective gasp.

You both got into a comfortable rhythm as he leaned down to kiss you and your arms immediately went around his neck to pull him closer.

Your eyes had closed when you suddenly felt Jack stop and you opened your eyes to see that he was looking at you.

"Who told you to take your eyes off of me?"

"No one."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"I…"

"You've already started out not being a good girl for me so I don't even know if I'm about to let you cum at all." Jack answered you as he slowly and painfully started to move in and out of you again.

"Baby, come onnn." You were already at the point where you needed to release and knowing Jack and what he said, there was no way in the world that he was about to let it happen.

"We just started my pretty baby and I am nowhere near done. Be good and do as I say and I might just let you cum all over this dick." Jack answered you as he slowly stroked your face before leaning down to kiss you once more.

At this point, you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into and was deeply regretting ever faking it in the first place.

Jack had now increased his pace and you had leaned down in order to massage your clit to hopefully hit your peak, but he quickly pushed your hand away.

"You're just determined to disobey me aren't you?" He asked as he now placed his hand around your neck and lightly squeezed.

"But…" You started to say, but Jack just simply shook his head at you as he now increased his pace moving in and out of you, but suddenly stopped and you saw a smirk on his face making you whine.

"Babeeee."

"Turn around and get on your knees for me." Jack told you as he slid out of you making you wince.

"Face down, ass up. Hurry up. The longer you take, the longer you go without me letting you cum."

You made sure that your back was facing him before you rolled your eyes because you knew if he would have saw it, he would have said something about it.

"You have the prettiest pussy." Jack said as he started to run his fingers along your folds making you cry out in pleasure wanting nothing more than him to be inside of you again.

"And that pussy needs to be able to cum so my husband needs to hurry up and make it happen." You quietly said not knowing that Jack in fact had heard you.

"Keep getting smart with me and I'll make sure it doesn't." Was the last thing you heard before he slipped into you and started pounding at a rapid pace.

At this point, your face was in your pillow and you were trying your best not to scream out in pleasure, but it was only a matter of time where you wouldn't be able to keep quiet anymore.

"Baby, please let me cum. I can't take it anymoreeee." You weakly said, but all Jack did was let out a laugh and shake his head no although you couldn’t see him.

"No and yes you can. You're taking it just fine and stop moving." He answered you as you felt a light smack to your ass. You wanted to let out an annoyed sigh, but you knew if you did that there would be consequences.

Jack then leaned down to place kisses along your spine as he was still keeping an even pace and could feel yourself start to build up to the point that you were yearning for when he suddenly pulled out and started to eat you out once more.

Since it was unexpected, you abruptly leaned too much a little to the left and lost your balance, but Jack quickly caught you by holding onto both of your legs so that you wouldn’t topple over.

At this point you were now whimpering and begging for some relief, but you had a feeling that no matter how much you begged and pleaded with your husband that the answer was going to be no.

As Jack’s tongue was moving in and out of you, a series of moans escaped your mouth and you were almost in tears because of how much pleasure you were in.

When he began to suck on your clit, you knew you were about to lose it right then and there.

"Ohhhhh shiiiit, baby pleaseeee."

You were confident that he was about to let you cum, but of course he had other plans and abruptly stopped making you pout and grow restless.

Without saying anything to you, he flipped you back onto your back and entered you once more as you wrapped your right leg around his waist.

"How bad do you wanna cum, baby?"

"So bad, so fucking bad." You screamed out at the top of your lungs as Jack smirked while looking down at you.

"You think I should let you? You think you deserve to?"

"YESSSSSS!"

"Hmm, but I don't know if you do."

"BABY, COME ON!"

"Let's not forget our manners either. I thought I told you that only good girls get to cum?"

"I AMMMMM!"

"I'm not convinced you are, so you know what we're going to do? Or rather what I'm going to do?"

"Hmm?"

"Make myself cum with you watching me and you better not touch yourself. Better yet, let's tie you up."

"You cannot be fucking serious right now. I can't touch myself or you?"

"Nope." Jack said as he slid out of you and reached into the bedside table in order to get the handcuffs to attach you to the headboard.

Once he made sure that you were secure, he stood in front of you and slowly started to stroke himself making you squirm and whimper wanting to be able to have him in you.

"Hmm, your mouth would feel so good on me right now."

"Then untie me so I can." You said as you held eye contact with him.

"Now I know you didn't think that it was going to be that easy." He responded as he increased his pace.

You continued to keep a close eye on him as you kept squirming and was doing anything that you could think of to give yourself some type of friction in between your thighs.

"Babe." You breathed out as he threw his head back in pleasure and you could tell that he was close.

He didn't even bother responding to you, but instead hopped up on the bed and hovered over you and you anticipated him releasing all over your chest, but he quickly surprised you.

"Open your mouth, baby."

You did as you were told and you heard a series of curses as his load shot down your throat and took the opportunity to suck him dry.

"Fuck, babe."

Jack then released himself from your mouth and leaned down to kiss you while also massaging your left nipple and rolling it between his fingers as he reached down with his other hand to insert two fingers into you.

"You ready to cum for me, baby?"

"Yes!"

All Jack did was laugh as he removed his fingers and slid back into you bottoming out. He gave you a second to adjust and then began to pound into you with no mercy making you cry out.

"Fuckkkk! Right there! Don't fucking stoppp!" You pleaded and for the first time that morning, he actually listened to your request.

"Now this time, I didn't plan on it."

Jack leaned down to place several kisses upon your lips before moving down further to take one of your nipples in his mouth and lightly suck.

He continued to do this as he then reached down and massaged small circles along your clit and knew that it was only a matter of time.

Within less than a minute, you were screaming at the top of your lungs as you squirted all over Jack who then slid out of you to suck on your clit making you squirt for a second time before finally coming down from your high.

He watched as your chest rose and fell as you were trying to even your breathing as he kissed up and down your body.

Once he finally got to the top of your body, he released you from the handcuffs and all you could do was lay there as you felt defeated and had absolutely no energy whatsoever.

"Do not ever and I mean EVER fake an orgasm with me again. You understand?"

It took all of your strength in order to nod, but once you did, all he did was laugh.

"I'm giving you fifteen minutes and then I want you to ride me."

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double the bastard, double the...what's the saying again? | Ulf White x fem!bastard!reader - PART I

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You were the bastard daughter of another bastard daughter, funny, isn't it? Well, not to you. Your mother was another one of Princess Saera's bastards, who worked her entire life to escape her own mother's shadow, but it lingered in the blood. In her hair. In her heart.

It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree, as she got impregnated by some stupid Lord that had heard tales of the "white-haired beauties" in the depths of King's Landing. Then, you were born, with silver-white hair of your grandmother and the eyes of your unknown father.

Your late mother, bless her heart, did all she could to not have you end up like her or her mother. No, she promised you were destined for greater things. Her dreams told her so. She swore it til her grave.

After your mother passed, you took refuge with her half-brother, Hugh, always munching on your mother's words over and over again. Your once silver hair was dyed brown, despite your friends' insistence that you shouldn't hide who you are. Let the royals see their doings.

But you knew they cared little. They could have King's Landing be a city of bastards and not give one single fuck about it.

When war came to your doorstep, you were not one to pick sides. Aegon or Rhaenyra, they were all the same. They didn't put food on your table, did they? What matters is that you stayed alive for one more week.

It didn't stay like that for long, no, no, no.

When the news came that Rhaenyra was recruiting bastards to Dragonstone, your mother came to you in a dream. You saw her, standing by one of the brothel's windows, humming a soft lullaby as she held babe-you in her arms.

"It is fierce out there, I shan't lie to you." She whispered. "But we are fiercer. We are the blood of dragons, my sweet girl. I know you will achieve what I could not, and I beg your forgiveness for such."

Now, here you stood before Rhaenyra. But you weren't alone. Next to you were Hugh, a girl named Nettles, the local drunk Ulf White, and a handsome young man called Addam of Hull.

"You have done what was deemed impossible." Proclaimed the Queen.

But not to us, you wished to reply.

Your dragon, albeit smaller than the rest, was an unnamed one when you claimed her. So you took it upon yourself to name her Golden Tooth for her yellowish scales and shy nature.

Still, doubts crippled in your mind. You were to fly to battle with a dragon, likely to never return. Your hand was forced on the matter; it was either starve to death or honour your mother. You wished to not partake in a siblings' war, but you couldn't bite the hand that feeds you. And that hand was Rhaenyra's.

"Wench! Another one of these little birds!" Interrupted Ulf of your thoughts. You looked up from your breakfast.

"You eat like a pig." Hummed Nettles, sitting besides you.

"Ah, ah," Tutted Ulf with a toothy grin. "Like a dragon."

"There's a difference?" Snickered Nettles in return, and you couldn't help but laugh with her. At last, you could use a feminine presence in this stone cold keep, one that wasn't a noble, that is.

Even if Prince Jacaerys and his betrothed despised your group's presence on Dragonstone, you knew he knew they were desperate. Without you, they were nothing.

You mustn't think like that, you reprimanded yourself, this is an honour.

Is it?

Training and practicing High Valyrian and dragon commands was...harder than expected. It seemed you and Ulf were the odd ones out, taking great difficulty in the pronunciations and proper commands. Silverwing was confused, and Golden Tooth believed you merely wanted to play. As if she was a dog and not a dragon!

It was frustrating. Even your good friend Nettles was better than you in this, and despise her innocent teasing, you were growing frustrated.

"Dra-cá-ryze."

"That's not how you say it."

"Shush, girlie. I was born for this."

You scowled at Ulf's words, standing back and watching as he ordered Silverwing to burn a sheep.

"Dra...cáryze!"

The dragon huffed, a brief cloud of smoke leaving its mouth.

"It's dracarys, not dracáryze."

"Ehh, what's the difference?" Ulf brushed it aside with a scoff, but the faint pink of his cheeks did not go unnoticed by you. Yet, you remained unamused.

"How are you to fly into battle with a dragon you do not know how to command?" You inquired. Ulf glanced at you, then to Silverwing, and smiled again.

"This lady knows what to do. She's smart, I tell you that. "She flew us to King's Landing without as much as a word!"

"And nearly got you both killed by a scorpion." You added.

Truth be told, you were never even remotely an acquaintance with Ulf back in King's Landing. You knew who he was, sure, a drunk and funny man who loved to boast himself as "Ulf the Dragonlord." But he wasn't the type of people you preferred to stick around with.

Now that you get to live with him, you regret staying in the city. He was...nothing like a dragonrider (not that you had met many of them). He lacked the grace, the poise, and the looks of one.

Well...

Now that he was bad looking, especially with the new wardrobe Queen Rhaenyra provided you. But he could use with some Valyrian braids, and maybe some brooming, and....

"Aye, girlie, y'starin'." You blinked. Ulf was standing in front of you with a sheepish grin on that stupid face of his. "Can't command a dragon whilst daydreamin', can't'cha?"

You huffed. "You know, I'd call you a bastard but I forget you already are one." You said as you stormed off. "And a stupid one at that!"

"That was mean." Nettles laughed as she jumped on your bed, falling beside you. "But hilarious. The man needs to be put in his place."

"How in the Seven Hells did he claim a dragon such as Silverwing? He's a complete idiot!" You sighed, frustrated. "And his manners at the table, speaking to the Prince and the Queen? I..."

Nettles rolled on her stomach, leaning her head against her hands. "Why are you so bothered? If he's truly that useless, that will be proven in a real battle."

You sat up, running a hand through your hair to adjust it. "Well.. I... Death is a bit much, don't you think? I don't want him dead, I just wished he would shut up and behave for a moment."

Nettles hummed, a cat-like smirk plastered all over her face.

"I know a few ways men can be silenced."

"Nettles!"

Supper had been served two hours ago, yet few little had joined the table. Queen Rhaenyra was absent, and so was her son, Prince Jacaerys. Lady Baela ate very little and kept to herself, merely glancing at Ulf whenever he was being too loud.

Addam was also absent.

Nettles had preferred to stay with Sheepstealer, under her vow to you that she'd eat something later.

The room was eerily quiet aside from your hushed conversation with Hugh about training and how you loved that Targaryen female attire had pockets (of all things you should be worried about).

Much to your displeasure, Hugh, too, wasn't one to stick around for supper. You knew your sweet stay at Dragonstone was coming to an end, and that war was waiting beyond the sea, with the Stranger waiting to bring some of you with him.

Two hours had passed, and you munched on your thoughts instead of the delicious (cold) food that lay before you. You couldn't bring yourself to eat anymore, not when there was a battle inside you. You were afraid, not only for yourself, but for your newfound friends and allies and....your dragon. Something you never thought possible.

I did it, mummy. I did it. I made you proud.

You hoped she was proud. You hoped you had made something good out of your lineage.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Asked Ulf, his eyes practically feasting on your cold plate. You said nothing, merely passed it along to him.

You must have underestimated him because Ulf hesitated in taking your plate, staring at you for a moment. Usually, you'd be laughing with Nettles or Addam while teasing Ulf for his lack of manners or proper conduct.

Not today, it seemed. Ulf wasn't sure if he liked that. It was enough to have everyone on Dragonstone sulking and glaring at him -- them -- everywhere they went. But you? You were the entire sun in the stone fortress. Despite your insistence and giving him a hard time during practice, Ulf found you interesting. Especially when his antics made you laugh, even if it was at him.

"Seems like the princeling got to you too."

"Excuse me?"

Ulf leaned back on his chair, resting his feet on top of the table as he munched down on a chicken wing. "Pouting doesn't suit ya."

"I'm not pouting." You frowned. "I'm worried. As you should be. As we all should be."

"I'm worried, alright. Worried all this food will go to waste. Where's everyone at?" Ulf looked around, but saw only the servants taking the food away, as if expecting him to ask for more.

"We're going to die, Ulf!" You suddenly snapped, bringing the man's attention to you. You'd never seen him so bewildered. "We're not knights, no matter what the Queen says. We're just...pawns in this war. We have no part in this."

Ulf said nothing. For the first time, he found himself speechless. He knew you were right; he wasn't a fool. Well, he was, but not blind. He knew what was coming, but he chose to live in the moment. What memories would he have to remember when the Stranger came for him? Sulking in a palace?

"And I don't want to die. I don't want Hugh to die. Or Golden Tooth, Gods, do the dragons know we are making them slaughter their own kin?" Exasperated, you ran your hands up and down your face. "They're not....We are not-"

Suddenly, a rough and alcohol-filled kiss was pressed to your lips, silencing you. Ulf leaned back, a proud smile on his smug face as he looked at you.

Had the bastard just....

You stared at him, wide-eyed. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"Couldn't help myself," Ulf grinned, "You women love to worry, y'know that?"

The grip around your cup tightened, threatening to spill on him at any moment. But you couldn't. Your cheeks were growing redder than any of Golden Tooth's fire. The cheeky bastard!

"Ulf."

Hugh stood at the entrance of the chamber, holding a sword in his hand. His glare could be felt across the room, like Vermithor himself had just walked in.

"It's time for training."

Ulf took one last sip of his wine, clearing his throat.

"Shit."

#ulf the white #house of the dragon #ulf the white x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #silverwing #ulf white #ulf white x reader

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• 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐱𝐢 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 •

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𝐀 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

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~ Trans! Dombottom! Jake Lockley / Masc! Subtop! Reader

~ implied cheating, degrading (reader receiving), p in v sex, no protection, reproductive coercion (as a harmless threat), car sex, semi public sex, the hat stays on during the deed...

~ mentioned pussy, clit, cock, cunt, folds, cervix and hole used to describe Jake Lockley's genitalia

• ── ⋆⋅♤♡♧◇⋅⋆ ── •

"We're gonna be seen..."

"Not if you keep grunting like that... habla más que un loro–" Jake growls, and you get the wind knocked out of you when he lowers himself down your cock with ease. Your body twitches when his wet heat practically pulls your dick in bit by bit and you can't help but jerk your hips up, causing him to gasp out and push you down with a scowl.

"You fucking pervert. Couldn't even wait huh? Let you eat this pussy out and now you're being greedy. You're being a greedy fucking good for nothing dildo, Principe. I expected better from you" He whispers out with raspiness evident in his voice. You can smell the smoke and whiskey off of his breath. Even more when you can taste it when he kisses you. Tongue dancing with your own, brushing against your teeth as if he wanted every part of it and to le. Fuck. You could only frown and whimper. His cunt swallowing you to all his heart's content.

"My girlfriend is waiting for me..." You let out. Almost choking with the saliva forming on your throat as you watch him go up and down your fat cock. Stretching him full. Jake almost feels sorry for you. Mentioning that stupid girlfriend of yours. It makes him so pissed. And his walls grip you so hard like he's just quietly begging you to cum in him without any barriers.

"Fuck that girlfriend of yours" Jake spits out. Gripping your face with his gloved hands. Slick dripping down as he rides your length. Covering your balls in his wetness, you're suddenly aware of how foggy the windows are becoming.

"Forget that girl, mi cielito... I'm here. I've got my got my cunt swallowing your dick, worshipping it the way it should be worshipped. Isn't that right?" You nod. How couldn't you? It was right, when you rode Jake's taxi more than once, an unexpected bond had grew between the two of you and ever since he's learnt that your girlfriend didn't want anything to do with you he might as well fill in that slot. Literally.

He gives you the luxury of grabbing his hips as he rides on, his own fingers feverishly rubbing his dick in an effort to come and he groans out, eyes rolling back for a minute. "Fuck it. If you don't believe me, maybe all it'll take is you getting me all knocked up, wouldn't it?"

Your eyes widen, your throat becomes dry. He wasn't gonna consider that really? No, he wouldn't. But your mind is a mush and tears form at your eyes as you shake your head and whimper no repeatedly. Yet your hips twitch upward, desperately wanting to cum. The idea was so appealing. Cum inside him and your life would be even more difficult as it already is. Cum inside him... his tight cunt. Bruised from his g spot to his cervix because of how well you stuffed him.

Jake wasn't being serious. But you feel so stupid right now. It's too hot. And his tongue intruding your mouth made things seem foggier.

"Fuck yes yes that's it... fuck... give it to me give it to me..." Jake grunts. On the verge of cumming as he holds you close to his body in a tight grip and kisses you hard. All teeth and tongue. God you could taste the tobacco off of him it was addictive. What was with this guy? So warm and harsh. You couldn't help but come back to him. He was so extreme. The only thrill that ever happened in your boring, and mundane life.

"You wanna come, principe? You wanna cum in this pussy? Knock me up like the only thing your good for is filling me up with your kids?" Jake says mockingly. Spreading his folds and forcing you to look down at his sopping cunt riding you, by pulling your hair, causing you to look at him. Look at him. He's so fucking insane it's gorgeous.

"Jake-... Jake I'm close fuckfuckfuck–" his hole squeezes you so tight you almost cry. You wanted him to let you come so badly it hurt every bone in your body to keep it all in. And you'd beg and beg and he'd shut you up by shoving his tongue down your throat until your face flushed ten times more and you gasped for air every minute. You're were going to burst any minute.

You swallowed thickly and moved your fingers. Thumb pressing gently against his clit as you circled it at the pace he preferred. Rubbing the wet cock and you shiver when he squeezes and gasps. But he doesn't stop you. He's basically riding you with newfound energy.

Jake sobs staring at you deep in the eyes. His gaze is dreamy, yet focused. Not containing the usual hardness it would have. The look that always made you convince that maybe he's not tbat bad and a guy like him could treat you right... what are the chances? "Cum for me please– please come inside... come on come onnn–..." he grunts. Humping your dick as it repeatedly breaches his cervix.

And you burst. Coming with a quiet gasp, mouth agape as your throw your head back against the backseat of the cab, hips thrusting up up up, and Jake squirts in tandem to you. Gushing all over the leather seat and gripping your shoulders like he had nothing left to hold on to. His hole was throbbing. And despite it being a rainy evening, cold as the devil, the taxi fogged up and it was incredibly hot.

The afterglow lasted for a while longer. With the two of you breathing like you've ran for miles. Jake looks down at himself. Lifting his body up with a soft grunt and you react, shivering with overstimulation.

He plops himself down on your thighs with his legs still spread. Stretching his cunt with both of his hands and watching your seed fall down into the taxi mats. You gulp at the sight. Fat blobs of your cum dripping out of his folds. You'd get hard again if you weren't so tired.

"You really like to see it huh..." Jake laughs. Still panting. His flat cap falling just a slight but he adjusts it quickly, covering his pretty curls that you wanted to see so badly. But the gears in your head started to grind back to life.

"Oh shit... you got plan B pills?" You ask him.

The taxi driver laughs "What? Of course I do... this is about what happened a few minutes ago wasn't it? Don't worry I won't pull a stunt like that, you know me"

Silence strikes the cab once again. You're looking at Jake while Jake himself seems lost in thought.

"... Same time tomorrow?"

Right. That's just... nevermind. You knew this would happen. He isn't looking for anything more. Neither are you. Back to reality it is.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬.

#🎲 writes #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x male reader #moon knight #moonknight #moonknight x reader #jake lockley x yn #jake lockley x you #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #writers of tumblr #moonknight fanfic

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devilfic · 11 months

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I was wondering if you have any hcs for a jealous Selina Kyle? Thank you!

(gn reader please)

❝jealous!selina kyle❞

pairing: zoe kravitz!selina kyle x gn!reader. cw: best friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, jealousy, possessive selina, she's a little toxica but she's too pretty to be mad at about it, author's taste in women is showing, knives, brief mention of childhood bullying. words: 2.6k.

my god, do I ever

first of all, selina wants you to know that she is NOT the jealous type. how could she be? it wouldn't be... befitting of a woman who likes to stretch her legs and coil her tail ‘round whoever she pleases, whenever she pleases

as an orphan who has owned so little, she has evolved past jealousy, past watching the pretty girls with the happy families buy them everything they want

when she wants something, she takes it. and when it's hers? it's hers

so what's there to be jealous of? she gets everything she wants. and if someone tries to take her things... well. god forbid

you knew this, growing up with selina in the system. she had been in plenty of fights with the sniveling little boys who'd pull her hair and steal what little she could get her hands on

but what little she did have, she shared with you

you always felt a sense of pride at being the exception for selina, the only one she'd let get close

you were practically a part of her, joined at the hip everywhere you went. you didn't need to ask for she'd give you everything if she could

as you both got older, selina got faster

when those same sniveling boys would try to take her things, they'd wake up with pin needles in their boots or bleach in their soap bottles

they'd stopped messing with her pretty quick, but it also put selina in the hot seat with the wardens at the orphanage

by 13, selina was on the streets. she'd threatened you not to follow, told you she'd make a real life for herself, and it took all there was in you not to beg her to stay

but she'd sneak through the gates to see you in the courtyard, hiding and giggling in the tree branches together until the sun set

she'd walk you home from school and you'd share your leftover lunch with her (because it wasn't "worrying" about her if you ate too, it was just two friends shoveling cookies in each other's mouths and laughing all the way home)

by 16, selina was working at bars and nightclubs with fake IDs that promised she was 21

you told her how grown she looked in all that makeup and how she reminded you of those supermodels with their sultry bedroom eyes

and when all was quiet, she would sneak in through your dorm window and climb into bed with you, eyes still caked in glitter and lips still glossy red

and you couldn't help but get a little shy when she would kiss your cheek goodbye before sneaking out at sunrise

by 18, she had secured the keys to her first ever shitty apartment, and hadn't let you spend a day out in the real world before asking you to move in with her

and ever since, you have been selina kyle's one and only roommate

if you didn't count the cats

selina never really made it out of the club scene. she'd bounced from bar to bar and eventually landed at the iceberg lounge, her best-paying gig yet

but it also left you coming home right as she was leaving, only ever having the time to hug each other goodbye before you were forced to eat dinner alone

you'd always hoped that with you helping out on rent, selina could finally get a better job. somewhere sleazy dropheads weren't constantly trying to cop a feel

but she had her reasons, and she promised she’d never bring any of it back home to you

the extent of her nightlife, as far as she let you know, was her one little secret. you knew the lounge was teeming with unseemly types, and whatever happened behind closed doors wasn't exactly legal

and the other stuff—the things she did that covered the other half of her rent?—the less you knew, the better

what she did share were the dates

and selina dated. of COURSE she dated. she’d sometimes come home at 4 in the morning and you’d wake up, a light sleeper when she wasn't around, and she’d kick off her heels and slither into bed behind you and reprimand you for asking about her date when you’ve got to be up for work in 2 hours. but she’d tell you anyway, spinning hilarious webs about the strange people she let spend their dime on her

and you’d nod off in her arms as she sung you dreams of lobster takeout she made her date buy you in the fridge, promising to make you coffee before you headed off to work in the morning

and if you were to ask her the next day about her date, she’d blink and ask, “who?”

it really wasn’t a surprise to you how desired selina was

even in the orphanage, she'd been popular. you yourself had been entranced by her plenty of times before, and selina would tell you a million times how many street rats she'd had to turn down over the years because they got a little too attached

if you asked her if she’d ever commit to anyone tho, she'd just smile, “we both know you're the only one who can pin me down”

you didn't want to admit how often you'd imagined doing just that. and other things

you, on the other hand, have been in a constant struggle to hold down a real relationship

most of your prospective dates were kind, maybe a little awkward

but they also never went anywhere

you blamed it on the nature of gotham, a loveless city that made it hard to hold onto something sweet when the next minute was rarely guaranteed

you never came home from your dates with lobster or funny stories, just snuggling into selina’s open arms and swearing you didn't want to talk about it

you’d asked selina once, a little drunk on sadness, if you’d ever find someone to love you

and she’d taken your chin into her hand, forcing you to look her in the eyes, and told you very seriously, “I love you, and none of these bozos know what they’re missing out on.”

and then, quietly, when you had tucked your head back into her chest to hide the way her words had turned you to jelly, added on, “but I can’t say I hate having you all to myself.”

you hadn’t known then, but she really meant that

selina would continue to go on dates and bring you back gifts—things that were intended for her but she always insisted you have. it had weirded you out wearing the pretty bracelets and rings and more that her one-and-done dates would buy her, even more so when she would insist on you wearing them to work or on nights out on the town

but she always got this proud look in her eye when you would show off her gifts

borderline... hungry, even

god forbid if it was a piece of clothing, some piece she'd bought for you on a poor sap's black card during a shopping spree

she’d drape herself against the couch and command you to walk for her in your little living room, her hand brushing your thigh or waist as you pass her by, her eyes glinting as she would order you to twirl or pose or stand utterly still as her fingers drag up your silhouette to examine… something

or she’d come up behind you while you were washing dishes, her fingers plucking one of the rings she'd given you off the kitchen sink and admiring the little soap suds bubbling on the gem, murmuring something about how she should really get on top of dishes more often

or how she’d kiss your ear after climbing into your shared bed for the night, resting her hand on your hip where her fingers would just brush the waistband of your underwear

honestly, it was really hard to remember she wasn’t your girlfriend sometimes

after one too many internal what-are-we’s, you’d vowed to secure yourself an actual partner

and funnily enough, that was all it took

this date was smart, funny, a good listener, and definitely hadn’t killed anyone before

one uncertain date turned into two shaky dates turned into three hopeful dates turned into a month of steady dating

you could see the surprise in selina’s eye whenever you'd tell her that yes, you were going out again and yes, it was still the same person

but then she’d always wish you good luck, promise to break their knees if they broke your heart, and stand alone as you bolted off to see your new not-quite-something-just-yet

morning chats over coffee about the neighbors or the strays selina let wander in through the fire escape turned into "they're just so sweet" and "I really want you to meet them, selina" and "don't you have work in twenty?"

of course she'd grin and bear it when you talked about them. of course she'd pretend it didn't bother her, even if the cats would scamper away from her caress at the mention of your new... thing

you: and they’re really outdoorsy, they promised to take me on a picnic upstate whenever we got time off from work

selina: I bet you’d love that :) too bad your allergies are so sensitive :)) maybe I should take you on a rooftop picnic one day instead :)))

you're always going on and on about how she should meet them, but she never commits to a solid date

but she does want to know everything about them. not their interests or aspirations, but the things that even you wouldn't know

and although she’d never tell you this and you’d never find out, sometimes when you leave for those dates, she breaks into their place

it started out as a necessary precaution, something she told herself she had to do to protect you

there were sick people out there. selina knew that best

but god, if you found out, she wouldn't hear the end of it

it's that little part of her that she keeps secret from you. for your own good

and this too, snooping around your date's bedroom, was for your own good

checking their passport against a list of gcpd's most wanted was for your own good

staying up for you with her hand flicking their butterfly knife back and forth as you tumble through the front door, giggling and- she realizes then that you're not alone. they're here too

the two of you freeze in the front door where selina watches from the couch

"shoot, selina. I thought you had work tonight?"

she eyes you and your meek expression, then the equally bashful look on your date's face. she adores shy on you, adores it even more when she's the reason why, but them... "got off early. hope I'm not... interrupting"

but selina panics through all her bravado, imagines what would have happened had she not been here. would your date have coaxed you to the bedroom—your bedroom—and laid you down, kissed your neck where selina kissed you when she was feeling playful?

or would they have let you straddle them on the couch where selina sits now, windows wide open because they were just so smug that they were taking you from her so easily-

she clears her throat, shoves that thought away lest it get the better of her, and smiles

you look nervously between your date and selina, then very gently tell them that you'd probably have to rain check the rest of the night. you even insinuate to try their place next time, and selina imagines them kissing you on their sticky futon and... oh god, she's gonna lose it if she isn't careful

your date smiles and nods, shrinks back a little when selina rises abruptly to follow them out, and that's when your date notices the knife in her hand still being flicked between her fingers to the rhythm of her pounding heart

"oh, cool. I have a butterfly knife too! you're pretty handy with that." your date praises, sounding a little... shocked

selina smiles tighter, "yeah? you do?"

your date laughs nervously, "almost exactly the same, actually. I-I got it in college. I'm not as skilled as you, though. that one actually looks a lot like the one I have back at my place. that's such a... funny coincidence."

and it's really too much, but when selina thinks back on this moment, she will never truly forget the look in their eyes when she stabs the blade into the door frame right beside their head

if they weren't a little scared of her before, they were now

selina leans in and lets her hand drop from the hilt, "yeah, funny."

your date doesn't look at the knife, or selina, before wishing you a goodnight and bolting down the hallway

"selina, what the hell was that?"

"nothing! nothing. I was just... playing around. I didn't think they'd piss themselves."

you narrow your eyes at her, "you expect me to believe you didn't know what you were doing?"

"well, if they scare that easily, I'd rather them not be around you anyway"

"selina."

"I mean, come on, pet. I've looked after you since we were kids and you expect me to let just anybody come take you away from me?"

"...selina."

"and I don't care if you've found someone—I couldn't care less, really—but at the very least pick someone with some teeth-"

in her pacing, you catch selina by the wrist and cage her against the kitchen countertop just to force her to look at you, your voice dropping to whisper her name, "selina?"

and she just. cracks

her eyes are wet with frustration and she doesn't want you to see, doesn't want you to see her laid bare so suddenly because she'd always thought.... well, she'd always imagined that this would go a little smoother

dinner over candlelight, rented out restaurant just for the two of you, wine and feeding you expensive sweets and every ruby and emerald and pearl she'd ever bought adorning you. making you shine in her fantasies like a bright light blotting out that nasty little speedbump of a wimp you called your date-

she pushes her lips against yours to stop the spiral, and because you look so pretty that it hurts to look at you for too long and not kiss you

it's quick. a peck, really

she does it to quell the raging storm of desperation in her but when she pulls away and your lip is wet from her kiss, the desperation swells all over again

you look like you're trying to process all those years of friendship, "playful" kisses, touches that you weren't supposed to think twice about

"you... but you... all those dates..."

selina shakes her head, and somehow admitting who she's been every night since she was 13 is a lot less scary compared to her heart bursting in her chest, "did you really think... all those gifts were for me?"

everything did always fit just a little too perfectly on you

you melt into her, dropping your head on her shoulder with the weight of the truth and you feel her laugh and hold you close by the waist

you press your burning face into the crook of her neck, "I never thought... I mean, I'd always kind of hoped that you... that you might feel the same. I'd just assumed I wasn't your type."

you feel her nails glide up your spine, dragging up your neck and causing you to full-body shiver, "baby, you are the type"

"so, the dates weren't real?"

"a few were. not all of them"

"how'd you afford all that stuff, then? penguin can't pay that well"

selina's nails pause in their caressing of your neck

you peel back some, waiting for her reply

gently cupping your throat, selina smiles innocently, "you're into leather, right?"

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Nightmares

→ author's note: my first suna fic 👹 mini story time of how I got this idea: a few days ago I had a little nightmare and since ur girl is a little baby (I'm so cringe it's not even funny anymore, someone pls just execute me already) I was really shaken but bc I'm a lonely hoe I had no one to comfort me 😞💔 but lucky y/n does! so here's a short fic of suna basically just comforting y/n after a nightmare!!

→ warnings: maybe a bit ooc(?), a teensy-weensy bit of angst 🤏🏻, pet names (love, princess, crybaby), a bit rushed

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it was a quiet night, the only thing that could he heard was the faint sound of rain falling outside your window. you were laying in bed next to your boyfriend, rintarou. it wasn't a rare occasion that he stayed over, infact, since the two of you have been together for a year now, he would often come by after practice uninvited, but your parents never really minded, they seemed to really like him since he was making their daughter happy.

right now, rintarou's back was facing you, not because you two fought, but because by the time you finished showering, he was already fast asleep at the edge of the bed, so you didn't really have space to squeeze into his arms and just decided to lay down on the other side of the bed.

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"we need to talk." you heard your boyfriend say as the two of you walked up to the roof of the school. his behavior felt different, usually when you two went to lunch together, he would be holding your hand and letting you cling to him like a koala, but now, he barely even looked at you, although you tried brushing it off with him being upset over the fact he was scolded for coming to volleyball practice late yesterday because he was too busy hanging out with you.

"of course, love. what's wrong?" you ask. you didn't like the way the conversation started, but you tried not to overthink it, it was probably just your brain tricking you by making you think of the worst case scenario.

rintarou looked back at you, but it wasn't the usual affectionate look that he usually gave you, his eyes seemed.. cold, which made you even more anxious.

"I think we should break up." you felt your heart sink when you heard his words. where was this coming from? you thought your relationship was the best thing that ever happened to both of you and he wanted to break up?! you felt your eyes welling up with tears as you let out a nervous laugh.

"you're joking, right? y-you know it's not funny to joke about these things.." you mumbled out, hoping he would give you that signature smirk of his and say it was a prank, but all you received from him was a cold glare.

"look y/n.. I think you're a great girl and all, but you're just a distraction to me. how many times did I get scolded because of you at practice? I'm sorry, but I want to focus on volleyball and our relationship is stopping me from doing so." you wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole. no no no, this wasn't happening..

"w-wait.. no, rin, please.. please don't leave me, I'll do better, I swear I will!" you tried to beg, reaching out to grab his hand, but he quickly retrieved it before you could touch him.

"goodbye, y/n". he said coldly and walked away, leaving you shaking and sobbing on the roof of the school.

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your eyes shot open and you gasped, looking around and realizing you were in your room, and rintarou was still sleeping soundly next to you. it was just a dream.. you try to tell yourself, but you couldn't help the tears running down your face. it just felt too real, and the mere thought of suna leaving you sent a harsh shiver down your spine. you look back at rintarou, he looked absolutely adorable while sleeping and you almost felt bad waking him up, but you couldn't help it, you needed his reassurance badly.

"rin.." you gently tap his shoulder. no response.

"rinnie.." you try again, lightly shaking him. this time, his fox like eyes opened up partially, and basically doubled in size when he heard your soft sobs. he immediately turned around and saw you, tears streaming down your face as you held your hand against your mouth in order to silence any sounds that threatened to leave your lips.

"what's wrong, princess?" he asked, his voice even deeper and sleepier than usual as he wrapped his strong arms around you in a comforting manner. the second you felt his arms holding you, you immediately burst into quiet sobs, trying not to be too loud so you don't wake your parents up. rintarou was confused, to say the least, he didn't quite understand why you were suddenly crying, but he still didn't let you go, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as one of his hands gently stroked your hair. you tried to choke back tears in order to explain yourself, but he stopped you.

"I'm here, princess, take your time, I'm not going anywhere." he whispered into your ear and kissed the top of your head. gosh, his voice was even more attractive when he was sleepy, and the way he was whispering comfortingly to you made him that much more attractive. after a few minutes, you finally calmed down enough to start talking.

"I had a nightmare, it was- you were- you broke up with me.. b-because I was a distraction and you wanted to focus on volleyball and- and-"

"shh.." he cut you off, placing another kiss on your head before continuing. "it was just a dream, love, I would never do that to you. infact, I'd rather quit volleyball forever than leave you because of it." he whispered reassuringly. you were surprised when you heard his words, you knew just how much he enjoyed volleyball, so the thought of him quitting for you was quite a surprise, but also extremely comforting to hear.

"I'll never leave you, my princess, I promise you that." rintarou placed his hand under your chin and gently lifted it up, making you look up at him. he smiled when he saw your pouty expression and gently wiped your tears before leaning in to kiss your pouty lips. "I love you, you crybaby.." he teased.

"shut up.." you mumbled out and hid your face in his chest. "I love you too.." the soft smile on rintarou's face turned into a playful smirk when he heard your response.

"c'mon, let's go back to sleep." he suggested and slowly laid down, pulling you on top of him so that your head was resting on his chest and gave him a perfect position to wrap his strong arms around you protectively.

"it was just a nightmare, okay? I promise I'll never leave you. you're my one and only, and nothing matters to me more than you." he reassured you one last time and gave you another kiss on the head before closing his eyes.

"I love you.." you mumbled into his chest.

"I love you too, my princess.." he responded groggily, already half asleep. with that, both of you eventually fell asleep, although now that you were in his arms, you were safe from all nightmares..

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honestly-mad-person · 7 months

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I FORGIVE YOU THIS TIME

₊⊹ genre: fluff (very soft hints of sex) ₊⊹ word count: 737 ₊⊹ a/n: It's the first time I'm trying to write something with Rafayel (I'm not going to become dependent on him, no!). I don't know anything about him except that he is a drama queen, a great kid and a good artist. He is also a big fish. Literally. God bless me… The only thing I can do is to send it to my friend for her to appreciate it (She said she's busy right now, but she already likes the first word)

— Rafayel, stop being offended by me, – you said, taking a step towards him.

Although everyone respected him as an outstanding artist of his time, you knew his true nature. Drama queen. He could easily be offended if his bodyguard was too busy with her hunting job to spend some time with him.

One day, when you were walking in the park, you met a cat sleeping on a bench. You immediately walked up to him to pet his furry head, listening to the displeasure from Rafayel.

— And after that you’ll touch me? – he grunted, folding his hands on his chest and looking at his stubborn furry enemy. – You can't fool me, little monster...

Now Rafayel was standing with his back to you, looking at the view of the sea through the window of his villa, and once again took offense at you. More precisely, for what you didn’t do.

— I'm sorry, I was really busy, – you said sincerely, walking up to him.

He turned his head, gave you a disapproving look and pouted his lips, snorted, turning away again.

— You're always busy with more important things.

Rafayel invited you to the movies, but you successfully forgot about it due to your work load. Missions fell on your head like snow and it was the only thing you could think about for the past two days. When you remembered that you were supposed to meet Rafayel before the movie, you tried to call him but he didn't answer. The heart pounded with excitement. There were many scenarios in your head of how something bad had happened to him, so tiredly, you immediately headed to his house. Your heart calmed down when you saw that everything was fine with him. Besides picking his nose, turning his head away from you and ignoring your presence.

— That's right, but… – you pressed your lips together and came close to him. – You're more important to me. — But I'm not a priority.

Your arms wrapped around his waist and you pressed your cheek against his back.

— H-hey! - you heard his voice and you felt how he jerked in your arms. – Don’t think that I’ll forgive you for such impudent behavior.

— Please, Rafayel, – you begged, pressing closer to him. – Shall I compensate for the lost tickets?

— It's not about the tickets, Miss Bodyguard, – he replied with a chuckle.

— Are you sad because you wanted to spend time with me? – you giggled.

— What nonsense are you talking about? Of course not! — he sounded "deeply" offended.

You pulled away from him a little and looked at his ears and smiled. They were soft pink in color. Well, this game can be played with two players.

Your hands slowly began to move over his stomach, making him tense under your fingers. You could feel his abs under your every touch, you could feel how it made him tremble barely perceptibly.

— Well then… it's sad that you won't forgive me, – you breathed out, wandering over his stomach, rising to his chest and falling back down again. – Probably, I should go and not upset you even more.

You pulled away from him, removing your hands, but he grabbed your wrists sharply and forced you back against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

— Silly girl, – he muttered hoarsely, and after a few seconds of silence, he added. – Stay.

— So, will you forgive me? – you asked, letting your hands move slowly down his body again.

— I’ll think about it… – he said, lowering his head as he watched your hands slowly but surely travel down to the waistband of his branded pants.

— Then I'll do my best to make you forgive me, – you giggled, getting into his pants with your fingertips.

— You're… my bodyguard, you're supposed to protect me, not bully… – he whispered quietly, exhaling noisily.

— How dare I bully my employer? – laughing, you poked your nose into his back. – You are tall…

— Do you want me to... sit down? – he asked, swinging at you over his shoulder.

— That would be good, – you let go of him with a nod, watching as his hand froze in mid-air as if he didn't want you to let him go.

— O-okay, but only because you ask me to, – picking up his nose again, he furrowed his brows and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the couch.

A drama queen in her own person. He is so sweet when he is offended and so needy when you touch him. Your needy boyfriend.

#love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace #loveanddeepspace #rafayel x reader #fluff

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samonroegf · 4 months

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⠀ dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader

⠀　　⠀　　⠀ worth the fight

⠀　　⠀　　⠀ series masterlist

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ y/d/n = your dad's name

you wake up to the sound of your mother's shrieking, calling for your father and cursing. you flinch as you wake up, sleep clouding your judgement and understanding.

“what? what? why are we yelling?” you stared at your mother waiting to see what she was yelling about. that's when you remember.

you and sam giggled as you entered through your window, falling onto the bed as you did. the mattress squeaked slightly under the pressure of both of your weights.

“sam, shhh. we can't wake up my parents, I'm supposed to be grounded.” you reprimanded him, to which he just smiled at you. he lounged out on your bed and you knew this was his rightful space. your worry essily subsided, it was so easy for it to whenever he was around.

“eh, I'm not worried about it.” he pulled you against him, you slotted between his legs, just sitting against him comfortably.

your face dropped, your mother still yelling and sam sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he looked so sweet, you tried not to think about it too much.

“get him out of my house, get out of my house!" your mom is pointing a finger to sam, and that protective nature of yours starts rising again.

“no.” your face went stale, the sight worried sam a little. you were usually so bubbly when he was around.

“what?” your mom's hand falls by her side, just like the other night, she didn't know the person in front of her.

“i said no. this is my house, too. and he's my guest, so he stays.” you were trying so hard to remain calm, choking on your anger. you would teach the entire town that sam was good if you had to. you'd do anything, if it meant you'd keep him by your side.

“i don't want to cause any issues, i can leave?” sam offered. he was chewing on his lip again, bad habits die hard. the anxiety grew in his chest, as you stood up. ready to go head-to-head with your parents.

“shut up.” you and your mother spoke at the same time with polarizing tones. your voice was soft, it said stay. it said i will fix this. your mother's was cold. it said she would never accept this, it said leave.

sam widened his eyes, and went about fiddling with his hands, phone, anything so not to look st the two of you right now. you hated to have him in all of this, but he was finally yours. you weren't gonna just let him go again.

“i refuse to be some girl begging her parents to let her love some boy.” your tone was almost lethal, and anger that's been building for years. building for your entire life. you were done with being some doll to be manipulated to however someone saw fit.

“however, i will tell you this ; if you do not let me, your reputation will never recover. that is a threat. by the time I'm done, no amount of money will fix the damages.” your arms crossed over your chest. your face going completely neutral, an eyebrow quirked.

fear ran over your mother's face, quickly replaced by her own anger. it is the only thing she's ever cared for. your father and her make good face always.

“i will disown you.” she snarled, disgust washing over her face. sam watched this all unfold, and anxiety rests heavy on his shoulders. this was all his fault. but he'd be a damn liar, if he didn't admit that you looked very hot right now.

“do it.” words left you without thought, your mom looked from you to sam and back. he seemed nice enough, considering she didn't actually know anything about him. she's weighing her options, on whether or not the fight was worth her reputation. was worth her relationship with her daughter.

your dad finally walked into the doorway of your room, “is he that important to you?” he spoke lowly, the words cause your mother to whip around. he'd been listening, waiting to see how it played out. but you're winning.

“the most important person in my life." you answered honestly. anger fading for a moment, love blossoming in your ribcage. if you could see sam's face, you'd see he's shocked. he doesn't know what he ever did to deserve you, but he's fucking grateful for it.

“fine. I don't like it, but I'm not losing my only child because my wife wants to seem perfect." your lips quirked into a downward smile, it was all gonna be okay. just as you always knew it would. he looked sternly down at your mother, clearly also tired of her constant bullshit.

“y/d/n. you can't be serious.” your mom's jaw dropped, tears starting to build. her world was crashing around her.

“deadly. choosing between you and her, I'm picking y/n." your dad spoke. his stance now matching your own, his arms crossed his chest.

sam couldn't help but think this is such a odd situation. never in a million years would he ever assume your dad would stick up for the two of you. his lips quirked up only for a second, before falling back into his natural frown.

“i’m going to work." your mom scoffed, storming off. your dad winked at the two of you, held a small thumbs up.

“i'll deal with her. samuel, you better treat her right or i will make you regret it." he flashed a pearly smile and followed after his wife.

you couldn't help but squeal a little, falling back onto your bed. your head landing in sam’s lap. his fingers coming to comb theough the strands.

“am i really worth all this?” insecurity was clear in his voice, he still smiles at you, softly, it's a little sad. he feels so guilty for causing so much tension with your family.

“more than you could ever know. I'm not losing you ever again. you're stuck with me, sammy.” you were cheesing at him, you can't help it. everything was finally falling into place.

“i wouldn't have it any other way.”

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prettypinkporkchop · 2 months

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My girl

Paul lahote x Black!fem reader

You are Jacob Black's adopted older sister. You had moved away a few years ago when you turned seventeen. It was a big mistake. You regret it every single day. You left for a man who did not like your family at all. He treated you like actual shit.

But, here you are. Back at home. Things are different. All of the boys had gotten so close. They're like a little gang. They cut their hair and gotten their tribal tattoos.

You just came back yesterday morning, and Paul is already acting strange. Why wouldn't he?

Flashback:

"Y/n, please. Stay." Paul, who is sixteen, begs you. Your seventeen year old mind is set on a man who promised you forever. You keep throwing your clothes in your duffle bag.

Paul grabs your arm. "Y/n, don't leave me for him." His eyes plead into yours. You blink away tears and look away. "Paul, you are a cheater. You are still so young. You're not ready for what I am."

Paul growls and backs away from you. "Oh! So, you're accusing me? You're my girlfriend and you actually ARE cheating." You don't respond. "When you come back because he hurt you, don't you dare come crying to me. I hope I never see you again."

The scene plays out in your mind while you stare at yourself in your vanity mirror.

He didn't greet you yesterday. You two made eye contact, but he ran away after. He just glances at you.

Tonight, there is a bonfire. You finish your outfit and makeup and step outside where all of the noise is.

The whole night was severely awkward. Paul was always just a step away from you, taking glances. Every move you made, he was there too.

"Y/n!" Jacob's voice calls to you. You turn around and smile at him. "Hey, so, me and my friends are actually having a party in a couple of days. We are inviting everyone on the rez. Some random outsiders, too." He shoves his hands in his pockets and lean in to your ear. "You should come. I know that things are weird between you and Paul, but I think spending some time with him would help the tension.'' He backs away with an awkward face, sucking in a breath. "Uh, uh. No! No way, Jake." You cross your arms and shake your head. "First off, I don't like parties. Second, Paul hates me. which, in turn, makes me hate myself. I can't even look at him without wanting to throw up from guilt." You admit. Jake stands there, and his eyes dart behind you.

God.

You turn and see Paul standing behind you a few feet away. His face is serious but, at the same time, soft. It's holding in so many emotions.

You let a tear slip, and you observe his new looks. He's so muscular. He's older. He is so handsome.

You shake your thoughts away and run inside to your old bedroom. You sit on your bed and cry.

--morning time--

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in." You groan, rolling over to face the door. It opens, and there stands your dad. "My sweetheart, Jake said you got upset last night. Do you need anything?" He places both hands on his lap. "Thanks, dad, but I am okay. Just trying to adjust to a healthy life again." You smile. "Lesson learned. I can't express to you how happy I am that you are back and you are safe. Never let a man do that to you again." He points a finger at you and then shuts the door.

You sit up and stare out the window. Quil, Jared, Embry, and Paul are setting up tables and such, you assume it's for the party.

You quickly close your curtain and stand up. You make yourself look half decent before stepping out.

"Yeah! And then, there was this-" Seth begins excitedly.

"Shhhh-shut up. She's awake." You hear Leah.

"What's happening?" You sit next to them at the kitchen table. "He's just blabbling." Leah giggles. Seth rolls his eyes. "What's on the egenda?" You ask, grabbing an apple and biting into it. "Setting things up for the party." Leah answers. "I thought that was tomorrow?" You question. "They moved it." She grimaces. "Not a party lover?" You swallow the apple piece in your mouth. "No." She shakes her head.

Later that night, Jake is in your room, convincing you to go to the party. "Y/n, please! You're (your age). Live a little! Hey, you'll get to meet my girlfriend!" He smirks. You turn to him in confusion. "Since when? Is it Bella?" You ask in surprise. He scoffs and chuckles. "No. She married Edward, and they're on their own thing in life. Her name is Nessie." He keeps eye contacting, HOPING you'll give in. "Fine." You mumble, standing up out of bed. "Yes!" He cheers and leaves your room.

After getting ready, you walk to the front door, already smelling the fire, hearing the chatter and music, and you are hoping not to run into Paul. You step outside and see a small crowd. People you know and people you don't know.

Jake has his arm wrapped around the waist of a woman. Her lips are a bright red. She is so stunning! You walk up to them and she looks at you with a beautiful smile. "You must be Nessie?" You chirp and pull her into a hug. She giggles and hugs you back. "You're y/n! It's so nice to meet you." She gushes.

You guys talk for a bit before you notice beer in different people's hands. "Time to bounce." You walk over to a cooler in the back of a truck. The tailgate is down, and there's a guy sitting on it. "Uh, hey. May I have one?" You ask. He looks down at you before jumping off and opening it. "We got some, uh... coors?" He begins, but you see your favorite alcoholic drink. "I'll take that one!" He grabs it and hands it to you. "Nice choice." He gets back up on the cooler.

You keep drinking, drinking, and drinking. Your face goes numb. You've just been chilling with Jake and Nessie. "Hey, maybe you should stop." Nessie grabs your hand. You shake your head and look at her. "I don't want to. I'm very sad." You whimper. "Why's that?" He leans closer to you, giving you her full attention. "I love someone. I fucked up. It's too late." You start to cry. "Please, hide me." You ask her so no one will see you cry.

She stands up, holding onto you, bringing you away from the crowd of people. She leads you into the house. She sits you down on the couch, crouching in front of you. "What's going on?" She asks.

"I'm in love with Paul Lahote. I always have been. I left him just to be abused. I was stupid for leaving him. I hate myself. I want him back. I was seventeen, then. I didn't understand." You sob uncontrollably. Nessie stands up and looks behind you.

Again?

Footsteps make their way behind you. You stand up from the couch, whipping around to see Paul standing behind the couch. "Nessie, Jake is asking for you." He looks at her and says softly. "Will you guys be okay?" She asks. "Yes, ma'am. But Jake needs you, and I'm not sure why." Paul repeats. She nods and leaves the room.

You walk around, behind the couch, to follow Nessie, but Paul's hand grabs your wrist. A volcano erupted in your arm. A burst of life ran through your veins and into your heart. You turn and face him.

"So, you love me?" He smirks. You don't know what to say, "I didn't say that."

"You did. Just now."

He steps forward and looks into your eyes. "I love you." He whispers.

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You wake up in the morning with a raging headache. You roll over to see painkillers and water next to you. Your phone is charging. You don't remember much. You sit up to grab the medicine but see a body on your floor. He's laying on a blanket, with one over his waist and a pillow under his head.

"Paul.'' You whisper. He doesn't wake up. You take the pills and check your phone. Then, you slowly crawl out of bed and crouch down to him. "Paul." You gently shake his shoulder. "My girl." He grumbles and smiles as he slowly begins to wake up.

Your stomach catches butterflies. That was your nickname from him before you left. You remember how you guys confessed your feelings, but nothing after that.

"What happened?" You ask. He opens his eyes and sits up beside you. "We said how we felt. Accept I was sober, and you weren't. I didn't want you to keep drinking, so I brought you in here and made sure you were okay. I'm sorry if this crossed a line. I was just worried about you." He stands up, throwing your pillow on your bed. You stand up and look over his face. "You don't hate me?" You lift your hand to hold his cheek. He grabs your wrist, leaning into your touch, closing his eyes, and kissing your palm. "No. I can't." He smiles. "Why do you forgive me?" You ask, voice cracking with hurt. "Because I imprinted on you when you came back."

"What?" You ask. He looks at you and grabs your waist with his hands. "Take a shower. I'm going to go home and get ready. I'll be right back. We are going on a date. I hope you don't have anything planned for today." He smirks then bites his lip.

---- At your favorite diner, he tells you everything---

"It makes sense! All of it! I can't believe the legends are true. That is insane." You whisper, moving your face closer to his. "But I'm beyond thankful it is real." You continue, sitting back, to take a sip of your drink. "Why's that, baby?" He reaches for your hand and rubs your knuckles. "Because I have you for life."

After eating lunch, he drives you to his house. "I haven't felt your lips on mine in a few years. May I?" You ask, facing him as he closes his door. "Don't ever ask. Just do it." He quickly grabs your waist. Your hands find his face as you smash your lips on his. He kisses back with longing. You run your hands up through his hair and move your hips against his. He slowly pulls his lips away with a small bite on your bottom lip. "Calm down, my girl. You haven't had me in bed, and I've grown since then." He looks at your eyes with a smirk. "Show me." You respond.

That was enough for him to turn you guys around and shove you against his door. Your legs wrap around his waist. His hands hold onto your thighs. His lips attack your neck, leaving harsh bites.

#embry call x reader #embry call #twilight #jacob black #jared cameron #paul lahote #quil ateara #sam uley #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Jealous/possessive Nat. Maybe she leaves y/n willingly for a few years on a mission which breaks y/n heart but when she finally comes back, y/n is sleeping with kate/Wanda or even better Yelana so Nat makes a point of claiming what is hers. Nat doesn't share what is hers.

If you're comfortable, make it smutty af as well please

Jealous Girl

WARNINGS: break ups, 18+ themes, jealousy, slight toxic!nat, strap-on use (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), thigh riding (reader receiving), degradation, daddy kink

WORDS: 3,108

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, fwb Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

A/N: a lovely ask from a lovely anon, after this hopefully i will be updating my series! @daddynattt i better see you in a pink hoodie 🙄

She loved you. Loved. Loved? Love is for children. She loved you enough to let you go. Was that enough? Was letting you go enough? She was a fucking liar. She lied to herself, and to you.

It was a cold winter night in January. You and your girlfriend sat in your room in the Avengers compound, surrounded by blankets and pillows. A comfortable silence in the room, you could hear faint police sirens from afar. A light glow in the dark room came from your open window. Your hand ran through her soft red hair, her head on your lap. A blanket draped over the both of your bodies. It seemed perfect. Almost seemed perfect.

“Babe?” you hummed as a response, taking the hands that were once stroking her hair away. “Yeah? What is it Natty?” the comfortable silence growing uncomfortable by the second, “can we talk?” what? What did she mean by that? You felt your anxiety spike at those 3 words. “What do you mean? I– we're talking right now Natasha.” your words follow with a nervous laugh.

“Y/N.” her tone was rather serious. You've never heard her this serious in your entire relationship before. It scared you. Oh, how it scared you so very much. “y-yeah what is it?” she could almost hear the fear in your voice. Almost wasn't enough. Were you not enough? “I have a mission soon.” was that it? Hopefully, it was. “oh! Is that all? I thought it was something serious.” your palms get clammy, and you were quick to wipe them off with your shirt. Your lap felt lighter as she took her head off of it.

Her gaze towards you seemed so empathetic that it made you feel pathetic. She sighed, holding onto your wrists as she spoke up. “Detka the mission is over 6 months long.” you lock eyes with her. Her beautiful green eyes, the soft gaze that was there just a while ago changed to a dark one. “So..?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. “Look I'm trying to say that this can't happen between us. We.. we can't happen.” fuck. God no. Why is this happening? She loves you. She does. You've been together for 4 years, why is she doing this?

“w–why do you think that..? You've been on missions before Natasha! What's wrong this time?” did those 4 years not matter to her? Did you not matter to her? She just had to go. Didn't she know that you love her? Did she not care? Why must she do this to you? Did she not love you like how you love her? Was this relationship all a lie?

“I just think it's best if we take a break baby.” you felt tears prick your eyes, blurring your vision. You couldn't tell if you were angry or sad. “Natasha..” her grip on your wrists loosen, “Nat just get out.” she seemed surprised at your words. Did she think you'd beg for her to stay? If she didn't want you, what would begging do? She made up her mind. It's not your fault you want her to stay. “Y/N–” your gaze lowered itself onto your hands, looking everywhere but at her. “Natasha, please. Get out.” she sighed and got off the bed. “Goodnight detka.” you couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye back. The tears spilled from your burning eyes as soon as she stepped out of the room. She left you. And you couldn't do anything about it.

“You're doing so well malysh..” she coos, gripping your waist as you rode yourself against her thigh. Your moans and whimpers were heard throughout the bedroom. You were tightly holding onto her shoulders. “Wanda fuck.” your breathing labored as you were reaching an orgasm, “what is it sweetheart?” she flexed her thigh. Fucking hell. “Please. I'm so close Wands..” your juices were dripping down her thigh and onto the bedsheets.

“Let go dorogaya.. make a mess all over my thigh.” you dig your nails into her shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks. “ohh my God–” you came all over her, your cum spilling onto her thigh and probably drenching the sheets as well. She chuckled, pressing her forehead to yours, “that was hot.” she admitted, watching how your breasts were pressed up against her body. “Sorry about your sheets Wands.” you say, looking down at her dampened bedsheets.

“It's okay Y/N/N, wanna stay the night?” you think on that question for a few seconds. “Sure, why not.” she kisses your cheek before laying down on the bed, pulling you down with her.

It was summer now, 6 months quickly passed by since she left you. She was still away at her mission. Sometimes you wondered why she even chose such a long mission. But eventually, you stopped wondering. She left you. End of story... Right? January soon became July, the cold breezes in the air soon became warm. Your love for her? You didn't know. She hurt you. You felt as if your heart shattered in a million pieces. Did she not care about that? She promised. Did she lie? “moya lyubov I could never hurt you like they did. I promise.”

The room's atmosphere was warm and quiet. Slight noises could be heard from the fan. It was a bit quiet outside tonight, it was dark out but you could hear birds chirping in the distance.

You sighed into her hold, nuzzling your chin against the crook of her neck. “Goodnight Wands.” she kissed your forehead, “goodnight dorogaya..” you two quickly fell into a deep slumber. You breathed softly in your sleep, and Wanda lightly snored.

January 21st was the day she broke up with you. The date tonight was July 20th. She's supposed to come home tomorrow morning. Supposed to. You didn't want anything bad to happen to her. You just didn't want to see her so soon.

Was that so bad? You were sure she didn't want anything to do with you either. So why must she come here first instead of debriefing at SHIELD? Why did you have to see her so early? She didn't love you. You were wrong all along. Were you?

You woke up the next morning being absolutely crushed by Wanda. “Wands– get off of me, I can't breathe.” she looks down at you from under her, “oops?” she said with a chuckle as she got off of you. “Oops?! Wanda? You bitch.” you giggle and shove a pillow at her face. The fun didn't last long as the both of you were called in the lounge room.

“You called?” you asked Tony, “yeah, your girlfriend is back from the mission or whatever. Thought you'd wanna know, y'know?” he said, looking up at you from his laptop screen. “My girlfriend? Who?” he raised a brow in confusion. “Red hair? Russian? A bit mean sometimes.” you laugh slightly, “ohh, yeah no. She broke up with me right before her mission.” he widened his eyes in shock. “Nobody ever tells me shit in this god damn place.”

“Y/N?” you turn to look at the familiar voice calling out your name. “oh, hey Nat.” you say before walking back to Wanda's room. “Y/N wait–” you quickly ran into her room and closed the door shut. Your heart was racing. You didn't think for one second that you'd see her after all those months, standing there and calling out your name. “Malysh? What are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining but–” you grab onto her wrists, and place her hands on your waist. “Touch me. Wanda please.” she hums, gripping your skin harshly. “What happened sweetheart?” you whine against her touch, slowly backing up to the edge of the bed.

Why did she have to come back? Was breaking up with you not enough? Did she want to hurt you more? You were so done with it. Yet you weren't. “It's Natasha..” you choked back a sob, desperately clinging onto her shoulders. “oh.. I'm sorry Y/N.” she peppers kisses onto your neck, and pushes you onto the bed. “What do you want me to do? hm?” you sigh, “mark me. Leave marks please. I–” she smirks. “wanna make her jealous? Make her mad?” you nod, clutching her wrists as she bites onto your neck, sucking on your soft sensitive spot. “Wanda..” you moan out her name and gasp softly as she brings a hand up to take off your bra. She unhooked your bra and slid it off your chest. “Just marks? Nothing else?” you nodded.

“Thanks, Wands.” you laugh, taking a look at the many marks she had left on you in the mirror. A few on your neck, your collarbone, and the upper area of your breasts. “No problem, what are friends for?” she chuckles, putting her rings back on. “Fucking?” you giggle, burying your face into her shoulder. “Just kidding Wanda, you're the best.” she smiled and kissed the top of your head.

It was a bit past midnight, and you were attempting to sneak out of your best friend's room unnoticed. But as soon as you stepped out of her room, “Natasha! Hey.. there.” she cleared her throat, her eyes fixated on your neck and your hand on the witch's doorknob. “uh..” you sighed, closing the door. “okay..” you whispered and walked past her and made your way into your bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?” Natasha muttered to herself as she was walking into her room. Did you get with someone already? Was it Wanda? Were you with Wanda? She realized her mistake. She shouldn't have left what was hers. She should feel sad, despair even, that the love of her life that she willingly chose to leave had their eyes set on someone else. But no, she felt longing, a sense of need. A drive really, a drive for claiming. Claiming what belongs to her. You. She wanted you, and she's going to get what she wants. No matter what gets in the way. You're hers, and she'll have you.

That night she went to bed, her thoughts were contaminated by you. Your beautiful face, those soft, plump lips of yours. Your hands.. the way they'd clutch onto her muscular shoulders whenever she'd have her way with you. Your neck, the one littered with sinful marks just now. The way your hips would stutter upwards when she'd tease you. Your voice, the moans, and whimpers that would sneak past your mouth. Your cheeks all flushed, bright red, when she'd whisper something in your ear.

You groaned as the sunlight cracked through the blinds. “ugh.. why is it so bright?” you sat up on your bed, rubbing your eyes. “Wait– fuck I'm late for training.” you throw off the blanket and run into the bathroom to freshen up.

“Y/N..” the sight of you made her fall in love all over again. “let's just get training over with Natasha.” you sighed. She chuckled under her breath. You were trying so hard to seem unphased, how cute. “Your position is all wrong.” she rasped, oh fuck, how her husky voice still managed to make you completely weak in the knees. “I– I can do it myself!” she briefly pauses, contemplating on whether she should let you do it on your own or step in and help. “As your mentor, I can help.” she pressed her body against your backside and brought her hand to your arm.

“You need to raise your arm up..” she gently moved your arm upwards, putting your hands in a combat position. “You didn't need to ‘help’ me Natasha.” your words came out colder than you expected, Natasha smirked. Did you expect her to be upset? “yeah well,” her hands slid down from your shoulders and down to your waist. “I wanted to, so I am.” she squeezed your waist lightly. “Nat..” you were about to give it all up at this very moment. Taking off the mask that you put up to hide the love that you still had for her.

“..Are you in love with her?” she asked, slowly backing you to the wall. You let out a shaky breath, “why should it matter to you?” she sighed, holding your wrists back with her free hand. “Do you love me?” you froze for a split second. You did love her. But were you going to tell her? What if she– “y- yes. I do love you..” but why? She hurt you. She'll do it again. You were sure of it. “I love you too. I'm so sorry detka.” she admitted, pushing you against the wall. A soft gasp escapes your mouth when your body harshly makes contact with the wall.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, the way you could tell she was packing when she pressed her crotch against the curve of your ass made arousal gush in between your legs. You flutter your eyes shut, “I'm sorry moya lyubov..” she whispered. Her slender fingers latched onto your pants and slid them off, leaving your panties on. “Tell me how much you love me Natasha.” you say, almost letting a moan out when her fingertips brush against your clothed clit. She hooked onto the hem of your underwear, slowly discarding them away.

“I love you so much. So much kotenok..” she lightly pressed her lips to your inner thigh, “so much.. I love you.” her words repeat over, and over like a chant. You almost wanted to believe her. “I know.. I know that I betrayed your trust baby but, please. Let me make it up to you.” you melted into her touch, lolling your head back. Her touch was different from Wanda's. It was gentle, but at times she would be rough. Her hands grazing against your thighs, your waist, your neck.. it sent your skin ablaze. It was heavenly, so good it was sinful. You would almost risk it all for her touch, just for one moment. She peppered light, feathery kisses up to your uncovered pussy. “Please.. Natasha please.”

“You're so beautiful.. ” she lightly bit down on your neck, “I missed you so much baby girl.” she mumbled against your burning skin. You exhaled shakily, a soft smile displayed on your face. “I missed you too Natty, s- so much..” the need for her was unbearable, you couldn't stand it, just her voice itself made you go insane. “mhm?” she slowly brought her hand in between your thighs. She chuckled when she noticed your slick inner thigh, wetness running down your legs. She dipped in a finger into your soaking cunt. Your spongey walls immediately clenched onto her finger. “Fucking hell. You're so tight detka.” she pumped her finger in and out before sneaking in a second finger. You squeak out a moan, your hands clutching at her back, your arms draped over her shoulders. “mmn..” she brought her lips to yours, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. You whine against her lips, her fingers still moving inside of you.

You couldn't tell if you wanted her to stop or needed her to keep going. She got back up and pinned you against the wall once more. “Please what? do you want daddy to fuck you?” a slutty whimper escapes your mouth when you feel her hot breath against your skin. “Please.. daddy I need you.” she hums, tracing two fingers down your waist in a swift motion. Your hips stuttered upwards at her teasing, “God, you're dripping.. is this all for me?” you nod vigorously, hoping that'll answer her question. She pinched at your thigh, “who is it all for slut?” she asked again, “y–you! it's all for you daddy. please.” she smirked. “Look at me.” you turned around to face her. She grabbed your thighs, hoisted them around her waist, and pushed your back onto the wall.

She loved you enough to come back. She loved you enough to do this. Right? Oh, how she loathed anyone that would look your way. You were hers. But was she yours? You've never thought of it that way. You threw your head back against the wall in pleasure. Whatever she was to you didn't matter in this moment. A moment of pure bliss, whatever lies and deceits that were happening didn't matter.

“Baby let me fuck you properly..” she muttered against your lips, her hands clawing at your covered chest. “Please.. I need you.” she smiled and unbuckled her belt, taking out her faux cock. “Yeah? How bad kotenok?” you buck your hips onto the tip of her dick, wanting nothing more than her to be fully inside of you, “please.. please daddy I need to so badly.” you begged. Pathetic. That's what you were. Begging for the woman that didn't want you. She didn't want you, she wanted your body. Isn't that it? She didn't give you a proper apology, she just did what she always does. Fuck her mistakes away. She thought you'd forget about all her problems, the arguments just by touching you. But you remembered. You just couldn't leave her, she was everything to you. You loved her, but you wished you didn't.

She aligned the tip of the strap-on with your entrance and pushed a few inches into you. Eliciting lewd, slutty moans out of your mouth, “oh fuck daddy!” your nails dug into her back, and you were sure you left red marks on her skin. She grunted as she shoved completely into you, “take it, show daddy how much of a whore you are for her.” she said, thrusting in and out of your throbbing cunt. “Natasha.. oh my God–” you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as she fucked harder into you.

She loved you. You loved her. She– she loves you as much as you love her. Right? You wanted to believe that with all your heart. “Fuck- daddy ’m gonna cum!” you slur as she slammed into you. “Do it. Cum all over my cock detka, show me who you belong to.” with her words you did as told. You bit down on your lower lip as you came onto the silicone dick. “mmh– fuck- fuck Natasha!” her name repeatedly being moaned out of your mouth.

“I love you so much.. you did so well baby.” she kissed the side of your face, taking her hand up to your cheek to flick away your tears. “I love you too Natty..” you mumbled out breathlessly.

You loved her. She loved you. That's why she told you. “I love you.” those three words. She meant it. Right?

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