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I love TS2 but it has some really stupid mechanics built into it
#so i had this family that was just two teen girls right? and on like day 2 of them being in the neighbourhood a really cute stray dog#showed up at their doorstep. so i was like 'ADOPT HIM IMMEDIATELY'#only. only i didn't think about how they would both be going to college soon and they can't take their dog to college!!!!!#also i'm playing the prosperity challenge in this neighbourhood which means there is basically a lot of rules built in#like not being able to use 'combine households' except in college or when moving a graduate back into their ancestral home#and.. just lots of stuff really#basically the dog would've been taken away by the city once i sent the girls away to college#i was like okay. here are my options. i can keep one of them at home and she can have a breakdown about never having gotten to go to colleg#OR i can give the dog to somebody#and the second option seemed like it was going to work out perfectly because the girl who initially adopted the dog has a girlfriend#who lives in another house. so i was like 'that's perfect; he can go live there. her gf's dad can take care of the dog and then#after graduation they can both just move in with him and get married and the dog will be there too and all that'll have happened#is that he'll have swapped houses. it'll be basically like she's just giving the dog to her gf's dad to take care of while she's at school'#but i kept trying to hand the dog over and it wouldn't work. the 'give pet' mechanic just wasn't working#so i ended up giving the pet up for adoption and both the girls were crying and it was so much :(#i did have the gf adopt the pet using the pet adoption service and he cost £3100??? why#listen. i love this dog. i wouldn't have gone through all this if i didn't. but he's not worth all of that#he's well trained and everything and i think he's supposed to be a bulldog but he does pee in the house and try to fight wolves#i just was sooo baffled at the fact that the 'give pet' function apparently isn't free?? then why are there two separate options#for 'sell pet' and 'give pet'. 'give pet' should mean it's FREE#TAKE THE DOG#so i had to gut the gf's dad's house in order for him to afford this stupid animal. he literally has no windows. rip#i'm ngl i hate his house so i was going to rebuild it anyway but it didn't have to happen this way#i guess all's well that ends well. the dog is where i was intending to put him; the girls are in college; and nobody is bothered#i just felt bad that they cried while he was being taken away and that he spent like .5 seconds in a shelter#while i frantically deleted windows lol#personal
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wait wait because imagine being a normal OF creator or a cam girl, just a small name nobody who does it for the sole purpose of getting through college. you keep your face out of everything, nothing in the background of any video of yours is personal, like once you get your degree this entire account is getting deleted and it'll be a thing of the past. (not that you're ashamed or anything. we respect sex workers of all kinds here)
and you plan on doing a different kind of video: one of you fucking yourself with a new, much bigger toy. usually you keep to the rabbits and bullets but following your friends advice, you fucking yourself on a dildo wouldn't be terrible.
plus you need it, sweetheart. when was the last time you even had a date?
bitch. (affectionately)
and as soon as you walk into your usual sex store, you double take. there is no, NO, way that is pornstar!ghost's dick you've just spotted as a dildo.
he's been your favorite pornstar long before you even started this side hustle. who in their right mind can resist that beast of a man with the mask and the tattoos and the heaving thing that's between his legs--
you take it home immediately.
it's almost sad how stupid you fuck yourself on it, cunt split open and dripping onto the floorboard for the internet to see but in that moment, you don't give a fuck.
you don't remember how many times you come that night nor how many viewers you had watching your puffy lips swallow "ghost's" cock whole, but come morning, you notice your bank account and it is padded.
PADDED.
one particular tipper was incredibly generous and they even left a message.
i'd love to see you do that on the real thing.
yeah, me too.
(whoever that is becomes a loyal follower who tips regularly.)
*screaming at the thought of simon getting himself off at your video. hasn't come that hard in months and that says a lot since he's yknow, a pornstar.*
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x f reader
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Working on stuff. (D//MC)
#dadbots.txt#delete l8r#another piece is in the works and hoping to hopefully finish it soon. for the 5th anniversary. wont say who what etc -#- but going to hope it'll take a week or two minimum. I get burnt out way too often and immediately... quit. trying to fix that.#I have a post here with my current WIPS and one of these were included :). I'm now onto lining and cleaning it up as i go. since i want to#- post these and other pieces ive managed to complete. we'll see how this'll go. fingers crossed.#criticism welcomed as always. 🖤
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Hey I love your fics!!💕💕 I was wondering if you could do an oscar piastri smau where like they've been friends and they start soft launching each other or something? Idk literally do whatever you want cause ik it'll be good!🫶
you're literally the sweetest 💕 and i LOVED writing this
launch me hard and soft
feat. oscar piastri
lyrics being the most shipped couple online before you even started dating makes soft launching a little harder
maddie I'M SO SORRY it took me ages to write this, but i wanted it to be perfect, and it's finally here!!! i also added a little plot twist in the end, so... enjoy <3 🙃
faceclaim @.saraecheagaray
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youruser he was a little upsetti so i made him some spaghetti
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oscarpiastri don't write something like that ever again please
youruser but i was practicing my italian 🤌
duolingo more like italiaNO 🙄
youruser mamma mia
user1 i suggest running while you still can
user2 HELP THE EVIL GREEN BIRD GOT TO HER TOO
hattiepiastri it was nice knowing you babe
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user3 r.i.p. yn 🕊
user4 you will not be forgotten 😔🙏
user5 addio
see translation goodbye
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user6 osc really said 🫤 > 🍝 > 😁
user7 and the polite cat saga carries on
user8 the allegations remain unbeaten
user9 IS THAT BLUSH I SEE ON MY MAN'S CHEEKS???
user10 i think they're just naturally pink
user11 riiiiight
lando @.youruser no spaghetti for me?
youruser you got your p2, be happy with it
user12 DAMN
user13 MIC DROP
user14 not her bullying lando on main 😭
user15 she's not wrong though
user16 lolll she really silenced him
user17 lando losing pasta to oscar now 💀
user18 i swear like cut my boy some slack
mclaren thank you for cheering him up 😉
youruser 😒
user19 LMAO THE SHADE
user20 she's so real for that
user21 we know what you did @.mclaren
user22 acting like it's not their fault i see
user23 mclaren: messes up the strategy
also mclaren: tHaNk YoU fOr ChEeRiNg HiM uP
user24 this post is so aesthetically pleasing for some reason
user25 tell me you were on a date without telling me you were on a date:
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oscarpiastri got a double podium and a pretty decent lunch. grazie mille imola 👋
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youruser *pretty lunch
user26 UH UH UH WE SAW THAT
user27 🤨🤨🤨
user28 lover girl eraaa
user29 let's not immediately jump to conclusions shall we
user30 why would she delete it though???
user31 can you not read into every little thing jeez
youruser wdym "decent" 🥺
youruser i feel personally attacked
youruser you said you liked it
youruser liar 💔
youruser alexa play "traitor" by olivia rodrigo
lando dramatic much?
youruser i don't remember asking for your opinion
user32 GAGGED
user33 yn: 2 lando: 0
user34 i think she won a few more than 2
user35 THE WAY SHE STRAIGHT UP HUMBLED HIM I'M CRYING
user36 so is lando's ego
user37 💀
user38 girlboss 💪🎀
user39 not him calling out yn's cooking skills
youruser that's because he doesn't have taste, my cooking skills are on fire 🔥🔥🔥
oscarpiastri i remember something else being on fire
youruser and whose fault was that 😐
oscarpiastri you were the one who left the stove on
youruser AND WHOSE FAULT WAS THAT
user40 they're so domestic
user41 this is exactly how i imagine a happily married couple arguing
user42 the real question is why did they forget to turn it off
user43 i have a few ideas...
user44 TELL ME WE'RE ALL THINKING THE SAME
user45 👉👌💦
hattiepiastri ew get lost
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user46 that first picture scratches my brain just right
user47 LANDOSCAR 🧡🧡🧡
user48 yn, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s boyfriend
user49 golden trio vibes
user50 now look me in the eyes and tell me that wasn’t a date
user51 i swear like she's all dressed up and has a full face of makeup
user52 oh that's not–
user53 so a woman can't even want to feel beautiful without everyone thinking she's doing it for a man?
user54 @.user51 good luck dealing with this now mate
user55 THAT'S MY WIFE RIGHT THERE
hattiepiastri mine first
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f1gossippofficial spotted! 👀 oscar piastri's best friend yn was seen walking around milan and getting comfortable with an unidentified man this evening. who is he?
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user56 "getting comfortable" while he has his tongue down her throat is actually wild
user57 i feel betrayed
user58 WHAT IS THIS
user59 @.youruser explain
user60 i need to wash my eyes with bleach
user61 never in my entire life have i wished a picture was photoshopped this bad
user62 nope i'm not dealing with this shit today 👍
user63 she looks so innocent for someone who backstabbed all of us
user64 wait why is everyone freaking out?
user65 because apparently she has a boyfriend!?
user64 and...?
user66 IT'S NOT OSCAR!?
user67 omfg it's not the end of the world
user68 she's a grown ass adult let her live
user69 @.user66 you don't know that
user70 he does kinda look like oscar
user71 delulu is the solulu 🙏
user72 i mean good for her right 😀🔫
user73 i have no idea who that guy is but he sure as hell knows how to kiss
youruser were you there?
user74 help she's so 😭
user75 rough day for us ynoscar shippers
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youruser boyfriend dump since you people find it strange i have one 🥴
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lando i'm with people
lando it's hard to believe someone would willingly choose to deal with you everyday
youruser wow that's a lot of words
youruser too bad i'm not reading them
user76 STOP I CAN HEAR THE AUDIO
user77 most gen z thing she could've done
user78 biggest beef of the year btw
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user79 WAIT SO IT'S ACTUALLY TRUE???
user80 clearly
user81 why wouldn't it be?
user82 i think we were all hoping it wasn't
user83 speak for yourself 🤡
user84 "boyfriend" as in oscar right. RIGHT
user85 @.youruser we find it strange only if he's not a certain australian driver 🥰❤️
youruser i don't feel safe here
user86 @.user85 what about we just stop planning her love life and let her be with whoever the hell she wants?
user87 happy for you girl but what about oscarrr 😩
user88 yeah what about him
user89 i still don't get why you guys want them to be together this bad
user90 bro they're literally soulmates
user91 platonic soulmates maybe
user92 booo you're no fun 👎
user93 well at least now we know he's a gentleman 🤭🦋
user94 if you're talking about the third slide that's oscar’s head. you're welcome
user95 I KNOW MY BOY'S HAIR WHEN I SEE IT
hattiepiastri cuties
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mclaren can't get them to focus when their girls are around 😂 @.lando @.oscarpiastri
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user96 their what now 😃
user97 I BEG YOU YOUR FINEST PARDON
user98 had to double check to see if i was hallucinating
user99 NO BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS A FAN ACCOUNT
user100 are we really sure this isn't just one big cover-up for their secret relationship?
user101 not that it ever was a secret tbh
user102 they're not called mctwinks for nothing
user103 they're so babygirl
user104 POOKIES 💞💞💞
user105 we got lando and magui hard launch and oscar's new girlfriend soft launch all in one post
user106 i honestly don't know how to feel about this
user107 damn someone took my bitches 💔
user108 i like to think that they were looking at each other in all of these
user109 lando's not a surprise but oscar???
user110 news flash: he can date people too!
lando shocking i know
user111 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
user112 no but can we talk about how smitten they both look ⁉️
user113 IKR
user114 blushing giggling twirling their hair (literally 💀)
user115 I SWEAR LIKE STAND UP
user116 what were they looking at in the second picture? wrong answers only 👇
user117 lando was biting his lip so it was definitely carlos
user118 god
user119 the 2025 f1 world champion aka franz hermann
user120 i have no idea but oscar's face is screaming "no. 1 party anthem" minute 2:29
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lando.jpg thanks osc
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user121 LMAO
user122 THE SONG CHOICE I CAN'T
user123 please he's so unserious 😭
user124 i love him sm
user125 i never thought i'd see the day lando would end up third wheeling oscar and his gf
user126 it's not the first time he ends up behind him though
user127 jaw DROPPED
user128 wait that's so mean (do it again)
user129 you people are so cruel
user130 it was funny until it wasn't 🥲
user131 is he aware that he's been adopted
lando actually i'm their lovechild
user132 oh well
user133 whatever you say beautiful
user134 thx for the info ig???
user135 😀👍
user136 LANDO TELL US WHO SHE ISSS
user137 we NEED to know 🙏
user138 we'll give you anything you want
lando you got the championship lead?
youruser hey that's my line ☹️
user139 poor yn just wanted to be a hater
user140 HE BEAT HER TO IT LOLLL
user141 smiley lando 🥹🫶
user142 he's such a vibe
user143 pov: your boyfriend is ignoring you
user144 he looks so done
user145 passive-aggressive behavior at its finest 👌
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oscarpiastri got myself a pretty girl and a more decent lunch
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user146 just shoot me atp
user147 my heart can only take so much
user148 I'M CRYING THIS IS TOO SWEET
user149 when did he become so aesthetic lol
user150 a woman's touch can do wonders
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user151 oh???
user152 yn babe we can see your likes
user153 WAIT DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS
user154 men in love with their gf >>>
user155 the vibes are immaculate
user156 it's giving best friends to lovers 👀
user157 i completely agree
user158 we all know who the best friend is
user159 omg those flowers are GORGEOUS
user160 may this kind of love hit me at 300 km/h
user161 THE MATCHING OUTFITS
user162 they cooked AND ate
user163 fashion icons fr
user164 did anyone else get the reference or is it just me!?!?!?
user165 YESSSSS I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO NOTICE IT
user166 thank god i'm not the only one
user167 what are y'all on about
user168 the "pretty decent lunch" post he made a while ago with that photo of yn eating spaghetti
user169 which by the way is the same pasta they were cooking in this 🤧💞
user170 some of you actually scare me
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mclaren big days require big changes 🤍🍾
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user171 can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on with mclaren recently
user172 WHAT IS THIS
user173 i'm confused
user174 what does this even mean 😭
user175 should we be worried?
user176 i surprisingly don't hate them
user177 gotta love the monaco air 🫡
user178 LET'S GO PAPAYA 🧡🤍🧡🤍🧡🤍
user179 oooh vintage i like it
user180 dare i say the most stylish drivers in the paddock 😮💨
user181 sir lewis hamilton would disagree
user182 this team never misses 🙌
user183 99% of these photos are just oscar
user184 cry about it
user185 the font on the back like wow
user186 guys they're getting married
user187 sooo when's the wedding
mclaren sooner than you think 😉
user188 PAUSE
user189 WTF
user190 LANDOSCAR HARD LAUNCH???
user100 TOLD YOU THE GIRLFRIENDS WERE JUST A COVER-UP HAHAHA
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lando gotta look good for mrs piastri
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user191 i thought i read that wrong
user191 TURNS OUT I DIDN'T
user192 is this pay gorn
user193 STOP
user194 @.user192 yes but gayer
user195 💀💀💀
user196 we went from 0 to 100 pretty fucking quickly
user197 the more i look at it the less it makes sense
user198 i don't know what's real anymore
user199 *confused screaming*
user200 i love how everyone's just crashing out
user201 he obviously meant MR piastri. his husband
lando i meant exactly what i wrote
user202 HE SAID WHAT HE SAID 🗣🗣🗣
user203 thanks mate appreciate your clarification 👍
user204 how is this even real
user205 well mrs piastri surely is one lucky woman
user206 if you ever need a mrs norris i'm free whenever 😚
user207 yeah me too
user208 count me in 🙋♀️
user209 dw ladies 🫷🙂↕️🫸 i got this
user210 THE SUITS LOOK INSANELY GOOD
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youruser bestied so hard we got married
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hattiepiastri i hope he knows how lucky he is to have you
oscarpiastri i do (pun intended)
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youruser hilarious 🙄 (affectionate)
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user211 this type of relationship >>>
nicolepiastri treat her well osc because if you don't i'll adopt her and kick you out 🤗
love, mum
oscarpiastri thanks mom
youruser my number one supporter 🫶
oscarpiastri wasn’t that me?
youruser you're a close second baby
carlossainz55 congrats!
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user212 carcar 😭🫶
charles_leclerc congratulations 😘😘😘
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user213 do you guys think charles payed for the wedding?
user214 i mean it's his son we're talking about
user215 and he got married in monaco of all places so
user216 YES
user217 wait does this make yn his daughter in law???
user218 the leclerc family keeps growing
lando credits?
youruser thank you for the kind wishes you're such a 🍑😊
user219 the double meaning is diabolical
user220 she's too good at this
user221 i assume the beef is still ongoing
lando i will take the compliment and ignore the insult like the mature adult i am
user222 "i don't wanna mature, i'm happy where i am" lando norris 2019
lando it's 2025. i matured
youruser sure
lando.jpg credits?
youruser omg not again
lando.jpg talent needs recognition yn
lando.jpg unless you want me to start charging for my services
youruser @.oscarpiastri do something about your teammate please
oscarpiastri credits @.lando
youruser 😦
youruser do you want a divorce
user223 HWAT 🤠
user224 where exactly did the decision to slam dunk this information on us come from
user225 it's called hard launch for a reason
user226 well that escalated quickly
user227 MOST AESTHETIC COUPLE EVER
user228 no way my husband stole my wife
user229 i honestly don't know who's luckier
user230 HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME
user231 old money wedding i'm in love
user232 quick act surprised 😮
user233 who would've thought they'd end up together right!?
user234 totally unexpected
user235 this is their one day but they don't know we've been here since day one ❤️
youruser trust me we know <3
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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴇx x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
yandere ex who wants you back
yandere ex who textes you everyday, on everything
yandere ex who you blocked, so how is he still managing to message you?!!!
yandere ex who makes 67 new alt accounts, pretending to be nail artists that you won a give away for
yandere ex who sends you an address, and you come but immediately scowl when you see him open the door
yandere ex who gets slapped by you once you realized he set his whole thing up
yandere ex who calls you everyday, crying into his phone
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yandere ex who you broke up with for being hella possessive, even going as far as deleting your family's members numbers so the only person you'll ever talk to is him and only him!
yandere ex who only fucks girls that look like you, hitting them from the back since if he sees their face it'll run the fantasy that hes fucking you
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yandere ex who has had several diff gfs after your break up to try to make you jealous and come back to him but never works
yandere ex whose gf has gone through his phone and saw the many diff down bad messages he sents you,
𝐲/𝐧_𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐚𝐞_𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲����𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧
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bae PLEASEE
THAT GIRL IN MY INSTA HIGHLIGHTS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO UUU
BAE I LUV U
U MY EVERYTHINGG
PLEASEE
baby
please
BABE
did you get a new man?
is he fucking better than me or something?
y/n im not fucking playing with you
I hope he gets run over
I hope he gets skinned and worms go inside his body and begin to eat him
actually tell ur bf to watch out at excatly 10:34 pm.
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yandere ex who broke up with his gf and got into a huge agrument after he said "what the fuck? my ex was wayyy better than what ever the fuck your doing" during sex
yandere ex who broke up with his girl after a week of dating and decides to go text you, acting as if he was super hurt and depressed when he just wanted to have a reason to text u
yandere ex who you actually had a convo with, helping him with his 'sadness' (more like freakiness bc he was holing the phone with one hand, stroking his dick the whole convo)
yandere ex who is now ur sorta friend and thinks u guys are back together
yandere ex who never got over you, and wants you back terribly
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Male Hashira x Reader - Livin' on the Farm
author's note: this was a request, but i've managed to accidentally delete my whole inbox. as a result, i can only work on the requests i still have in mind or in my drafts, apologies.
request: how would the hashira react as livestock on a cow hybrid farm with a new farmer!reader? (i was mildly surprised when i read they get milked by their cocks. it made me laugh without a doubt.)
pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader
content warning: nsfw, probably cum as milk alternative?
Tengen:
• Obanai and him were the first to spot you. they initially thought you were another cow hybrid that got transported to the farm.
• he'll quickly realize that you're, in fact, just a human, who had been given the duty to watch after the livestock here.
• he's one of the biggest cow hybrids you'll find, only smaller than Gyomei, but much more territorial. he has no problem seeing you with the other cow hybrids unless he wants you alone, it'll instantly get his mind to sync with his more animalistic instincts.
• how they behave when it's time for milking: he won't walk to the machine alone, you have to bring him there every time it's his turn. has no problem letting you put the pump on his cock, but gets whiney when near the end.
• "it's enough, i can't make more milk.. take it off, how am i able to produce more like this?" luckily for him, you listen to his whines. truthfully, he could probably get milked one or two times more, but you still take pity on him.
Obanai:
• like i mentioned earlier, Tengen and him were the first to spot you, confusing you for another cow hybrid at first.
• it took him a minute or two to realize you were just a normal human. his tail had already started swaying slowly by then, leaving the impression on his mind that you were fragile and needed protection.
• he was really silent at first. he's not the most social person and it's seldom someone new arrives at the farm. it doesn't take him long to warm up to you, seeing how you quietly sneak him treats, because he tends to eat less than the others.
• how they behave when it's time for milking: while Tengen only lets himself get milked when it's necessary, Obanai finds the building pressure uncomfortable at some point. he'll quietly approach you by then, giving you a glance that has you realize what's wrong.
"i'm sorry, Obanai! How long did you stand there? You could've said something." you had been working around the farm, it took you a while to notice others during that timeframe.
"not long.. can you..?" he's shy to ask, but never disappointed when you immediately agree and guide him to the milking machine.
Rengoku:
• Gyomei and him met you last. you were supposed to check on the livestock, having walked towards him because you spotted Gyomei near.
• Rengoku sat up, head poking out of the hay to get a sight of the new farmer. he immediately liked you, you looked like a nice person with a big heart, albeit a bit shy.
• he has a habit of exploring, often forcing you to search for him. somehow you'll always find him sitting somewhere on the meadow, doing whatever seems fit to him.
• how they behave when it's time for milking: he's up for it, often already waiting near the milk machine so you have an easier job. it's the least he could do. he doesn't complain about the machine, but a few words and a laugh always signaled when he was nearly out of milk.
"i think that's ha- i thinks that's enough.." it doesn't take long for him to be freed of the pump. he tries to keep himself from whining, overplaying it with one of his laughs, but the sight always makes you quietly laugh.
Sanemi:
• you met him a few minutes before Giyuu. he is truly one of the more tiring cow hybrids. he takes pride in his being and presents himself as a strong bull if you were to ask.
• he had ignored you at the start because, why should he give you attention? you were a mere human - fragile and weak. and-
• and when you pulled on his tail, making him yelp and turn around with wide eyes, you suddenly looked much stronger in his eyes. it was milking time and he had ignored you, that was your revenge.
• how they behave when it's time for milking: he'll trot after you like you're about to give him a punishment. you swear he doesn't stop complaining about the pump, but it's surprisingly easy to put it on him.
"this stupid thing should be thrown away. there's no need to-" will give you a glare and a groan, you turned the pump on without a warning.
Giyuu:
• he had spotted you before you had spotted him. he had watched your first interaction with Sanemi, not surprised when the other male walked away after a few minutes.
• he just didn't expect you to see him a moment later, walking towards him with a smile. he wasn't a social man, but he quickly became smitten with you when he learned who you were
• nice and beautiful. smart as well and you treated him so kindly - almost as nice as a mate. he'll quietly stay near you from time to time, ready to help but too silent to say anything. the day you asked him for help just made him more fond of you.
• how they behave when it's time for milking: he doesn't complain and lets you guide him towards the machine calmly. he tries to stay silent until the pump has finished, but his small moans and grunts signal that he's near the end with his production.
"are.. are we finished..?" he almost looked disappointed when you took the pump off his cock, he could do more for you! but you know it's enough from the way his eyes almost looked a bit clouded over, ears twitching when he grew overstimulated by the pump.
Gyomei:
• if it hadn't been for his size, you would've met him last. he was more silent than the other hybrids on the farm, but his presence seemingly was enough to establish some kind of respect for him.
• you knew that he was blind from the information that was stored about the different cows, but you nearly wouldn't have been able to tell by his confident stance.
• he probably spent a long time on the farm, now knowing it like the back of his hand. in addition, he liked following you around, carrying heavy objects for you, because he knew you weren't as strong as the hybrids on the farm.
• how they behave when it's time for milking: he's probably the calmest out of them all. he know what's about to happen and doesn't see a problem, you're doing your job and you do it good for them all. he doesn't complain either, only small shudders indicating that he has had enough time on the pump.
"you're good, Gyomei! you can go back to the others now." you smile, seeing the man slowly stand up. if you hadn't known him so good, you wouldn't have noticed that he's a bit slower after milking sessions.
"do you need help?" you were almost surprised by his offer, but seeing the tall hybrid tower over you made you smile. you wouldn't mind help when it was from someone like him.
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It'll be fun they said? Part 2
Lando Norris x reader
warning- toxic relationship, a lot of swearing and very angst
I don't know yet if I want to make a part 3 or just leave it as it is. Also, please make sure to vote
Part one here
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As Lando walked away from your shared room, he could hear your faint sobs and uneasy breaths, but right now, Lando needed a distraction, so he texted Max asking if he could join in whatever game Max was playing, and Max agreed. Lando sat down at his gaming setup. Lando knew Max was streaming, which didn't bother him until "Hey mate, where's y/n? Chat is asking for her?" Max said.
Normally, you would join in when Lando and Max streamed, usually you would sit next to Lando and be on your phone mindlessly scrolling or interacting with chat "I don't fucken know can we just play" Lando snapped harsher than he meant to. His voice echoed a little too loudly in his headset. Max was taken aback when he heard this normally Lando would call for you to join or simply state where you were in the apartment
You, on the other hand, were still sitting on the bedroom floor trying to calm your breathing. You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw everything around and make him feel the way you felt. But you knew you couldn’t. Once your head was clear, you knew you wanted to go home. You needed the comfort and warmth of your mom's hugs. This wasn't the first time Lando had made you feel small about being uncomfortable with something. This relationship wasn’t what it had once been. It was toxic. You felt small, suffocated by Lando’s dismissal of your feelings, and tonight was the breaking point.
You grabbed your phone and deleted everything that had him on your social media, you were done with this relationship. 3 years of Lando treating you like shit and you couldn't take it anymore, you cleared everything off Instagram and tiktok of Lando and just simply deleted your twitter account all together.
You moved around the room picking up all of the things you owned. You grabbed both of your suitcases and duffle bag and tossed them on the bed, opening them and filling them up. What you didn't know was that Pietra was on Instagram, scrolling away. She accidentally clicked on your profile and saw that everything about Lando was deleted, the only things that were left were some of your highlights and a couple of photos of your friends and family.
Everything that had to do with Lando was gone. Erased. Like he never existed. Alarm bells went off immediately in her head. She didn’t think twice. Pietra stood up quickly, walking into Max’s streaming room. She tapped him on the shoulder, signaling for him to mute his mic.
"Hey babe, what's up?" Max hummed after muting his mic. Pietra didn't wait a single second, shoving her phone into Max's hands. Max's eyes widened as he scrolled through your now bare Instagram feed. He glanced at Pietra like she had to be kidding, but she wasn’t. "Fuck," Max said now in panic you were the best thing in Landos life so Max quickly went onto Landos profile everything was normal, every moment you and Lando shared where still there
"Mate, you might want to check your phone", Max rushed, not trying to give anything away because he was on stream. He didn’t want to make a scene, not while streaming, but he knew this was bad. Really bad. Max had sent Lando a screenshot of your Instagram profile. Lando picked up his phone, which was lying face up on his desk. Lando clicked on the notification, and now he was face to face, looking at the screenshot. Lando didn't say bye to anyone, just simply turned off his computer, ripped his headphones off and sprinted to the bedroom
As soon as Lando walked into the room and saw your suitcase and duffle bag full to the brim, he knew this could only mean one thing, "Baby, what's going on? Talk to me", Lando cooed, making a step towards you in hopes you will give him a hug and all will be forgiven. Lando was wrong
"Get away from me" You yelled, your voice raw and shaky. You were broken, hurt, and most of all confused. Lando took a couple of steps back, wanting to be near you but also wanting to give you your space.
"I felt uncomfortable about being in a bikini around your friends while being filmed, and you didn't like that," you said, trying to be calm, you rubbed your face with your hand before starting your rant ", because what? You wanted to use me for clicks on a video? You wanted to see people tear me apart in the comments, and you just tell me not to worry about it? Or is it the fact that I was standing up for myself and you couldn't fucking handle it?," you screamed at him letting Lando fully understand that he fucked up and no matter how much grovelling he did it wouldn't fix anything between the two of you
You stepped closer, fury radiating off of you in waves, and jabbed your finger into his chest, shoving all the emotion straight into him. "What happened to the Lando I fell in love with? because right now I don't even recognize the person in front of me" You yelled
Lando looked devastated. His whole face crumpled, his body tense and helpless, but you didn’t have it in you to feel bad for him. Not this time. You had spent three years putting him first, making excuses, letting him dismiss your feelings, and you were done. Absolutely fucking done.
You picked up your bag, grabbed your suitcases and pushed Lando out of the way. Lando had tried to grab your hand to try and make you stay "Please, Y/N. Don’t go. We can fix this. I’ll do anything," Lando begged you yanked your hand out of his grasp like he’d burned you.
"No, Lando. You proved to me that this relationship isn't worth losing myself," You said bitterly taking off the promise ring lando had gotten you for your one year anniversary and threw it at him,, you watched as Landos face fell, how he knew how much of a fucking idiot he felt. As you walked closer to the front door, you let out a deep breath. You finally chose to stand up for yourself, to put yourself first.
"I'm going home don't contact me you selfish asshole" You let out before slamming the front door
And for the first time in 3 years, home wasn't with Lando anymore...
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21 Days !NSFW!
Avenger!Agatha x Avenger!Reader
Word count: 10,435
Content warnings: MDNI; literally this oneshot is centered around sex and sex toys, sex ban, heavy smut, breeding kink (ofc), tummy bulge, size kink, mommy kink, lots of eye contact, reader gets fucked on a Steinway piano, crying kink, scissoring???but with a vibrator???, reader's blindfolded, hand holding, slight choking, a bit of overstimulation, squirting
Summary: With 3 weeks left until your wedding, Agatha comes up with a fun little idea for the both of you to refrain from any sexual activities until the wedding night.
A/N: Hi hi!! I have a bunch of stuff going on! I'm moving to Miami next weekend, so there will probably be one last oneshot posted after this. It'll be a part 2 to Snacks, Candy, and Prenatal Vitamins.
This is a really long oneshot. On Thursday I reread everything I wrote from the bachelorette party to the wedding and realized I hated all 3,565 words. So, I deleted them and rewrote it. It quite literally felt like I was writing this for 21 days. The things I do...Anyway I love you guys! Thank you so much for your support on everything, and I hope you enjoy! Also I’m making a tag list so lmk if you wanna be a part of it!
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3 weeks. 21 days. 30,240 minutes. 1,814,400 seconds.
You’ve had long weeks before, but these three weeks have been the absolute hardest of your very long life. When Agatha had proposed the idea to you, you were on board–excited even.
The last three weeks leading up to your wedding are supposed to be filled with nail appointments and last minute preparation.
Not this.
But, god, did you love the feeling and anticipation.
March 23, 2030
3 weeks before the wedding
It’s a quiet Saturday evening at your house in Westview–a stark contrast to the Tower back in New York City. Agatha slumps down on the couch beside you. She’s quiet. Too quiet.
But you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you continue to read your book in silence.
She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. A deep sigh leaves her and you continue ignoring her. Her hand starts to run up and down your thigh and she sighs again.
You lower your book and turn your head, raising an eyebrow at her. “Can I help you?”
Agatha lifts her head and smiles. “You can, actually,” she says. And you note that mischievous look immediately. Her eyes narrow and you know she’s concocting a plan. “You know,” she says, hand patting your thigh, “our wedding is in three weeks…”
“Yes…and?”
“And,” she continues, “I was thinking we could have some fun with these last few weeks…”
She bites her lips and fingers trail over your shoulder, eyes looking you up and down. You set your book down on the side table and look at her suspiciously. “What kind of fun?”
Her voice is low and gravelly–that tone that always gets you going. “Well, maybe we could completely refrain from any se–”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” you say. “You won’t be able to last.”
She sits up straight, jaw dropped. “I won’t be able to last?” When you nod she scoffs. “Oh, okay. You won’t be able to last!”
“Please!” you bluster. “I can last!”
Agatha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, grinning. “After last night, I wouldn’t be so sure.”
You grab a pillow and start hitting her with it, laughing with her before she finally snatches it from you. You squeal and giggle, begging her to stop, and when she does, she immediately pins you down.
As you catch your breath, you huff out a laugh and she kisses you. “Just think about it,” she murmurs, leaning in close. “Three weeks. No sex. No masturbating–”
“No masturbating?” you cry.
“No masturbating,” she repeats and gives you a pointed look. “But, imagine…in three weeks. The anticipation. The excitement. After all the wedding revelry…getting to fuck you so hard that you almost pass out.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” You look at her, swishing your lips back and forth. “Sure, why not?” She kisses you again and you sigh. “So, no sex. No masturbating. What about making out?”
Agatha sits up, letting go of your hands but still straddling you. Her fingers trail down down your chest and underneath your shirt, nails lightly grazing your torso. “Hmmm…Yes. Making out is allowed. It’ll get us going even more.”
She downs, her grin nothing but sinister as you smile and shake your head, arms wrapping around her. “Oh, you are mean.”
“And you love it,” she murmurs.
“I do,” you sigh, receiving a kiss from her. “I really do.” As the soft kisses grow in intensity, you pull away and narrow your eyes. “So, does this start now, or at midnight?”
With no hesitation, she kisses you again. “Midnight. Absolutely midnight.”
“Oh, good,” you huff. “Let’s go upstairs. Now.”
Agatha stands and takes your hand, running up the stairs as you both laugh. Clothes are discarded on the way to your room–shirts on the stairs, pants and socks in the hallway, a bra here, underwear there. By the time you’re thrown onto the unmade bed, you’re both completely naked.
And by the time you’re done, it’s almost 9pm. You sigh contentedly as Agatha places kisses on your neck. Her weight on top of you is comforting, and your fingers trail up and down her arms as her kisses travel to your lips.
Agatha lets out a pleased hum and then pulls away, just enough for your noses to brush. “What do you want to do for dinner?” she asks quietly, kissing you again.
“I think we just ate pretty good,” you say, giving her a sly grin. “Ow!” She pinches your hip hard and you laugh. “That hurt! It’s nine o’clock. What’s gonna be open, other than bars?”
Agatha leans over you on her side, resting on her elbow. She’s thinking hard and her hand rests on your torso, thumb stroking the skin softly. “You’re right, this isn’t New York City…”
“It’s not,” you agree. “It’s a very small town in New Jersey.”
“There’s a Taco Bell twenty minutes away,” she suggests.
You raise an eyebrow. “Taco Bell? Agatha, the last time you had Taco Bell while sober, you said it was gross and way too greasy.”
“No I didn’t!” she scoffs. “I like their…uhh…quesadillas.”
“Alright,” you say, looking at her suspiciously. You kiss her as you sit up and squeeze her hand. “I’ll go get cleaned up.”
The drive to Taco Bell is quiet. Agatha’s hand rests on your thigh as you drive, and when you’re about half-way there, you feel her eyes on you.
You turn your hand to glance at her. “What?”
“I love you,” she says softly, turning her head to look out the windshield.
You glance at her again as her thumb strokes your thigh. “I love you too,” you mutter, cheeks flushing.
When you arrive at Taco Bell, Agatha groans. “Jesus Christ, why are there so many damn people? Is all of New Jersey here?”
The soft look she gave you in the car was completely gone now. You pull in her close by the waist with a comforting hand on her back as you stand in line. “We can always go through the Drive-Thru.”
“Hell no,” she mutters. “They always rush through and then get our order wrong.”
“It’ll be quicker,” you say. And when she relents, you drag her out of the store and back into the car. The Drive-Thru line isn’t as long as the line inside, and when the girl in the speaker gives you a couple minutes you look at Agatha. “Do you know what you want?”
She huffs, “The chicken bowl–no beans. They can’t screw that up, can they?”
“Be nice,” you hiss. When you get home, food in hand, Agatha goes straight upstairs and you follow.
In bed, with the TV on as background noise, you both eat your late dinner.
“Jen is getting on my last nerve,” Agatha says through a mouthful of food. “I’m this close to uninviting her from the wedding.”
“You’re not uninviting her, Agatha,” you say. “She’s been very helpful with the planning.”
The two of you sit side-by-side in bed with discarded Taco Bell on your nightstand, and your head on her shoulder as you watch TV. You have no idea what she turned on–some random thriller movie, maybe. Your mind wanders to all the years before–the ones you spent with her and the painful ones after you left her, how you met–and there’s one question on your mind.
“Agatha?” you say. “I have no clue how I went this long without asking you, b–”
“Probably because I have my tongue down your throat every opportunity I get,” she grins, eyes still on the TV.
“Anyway,” you continue. “When I couldn't find you on the Titanic…where were you?”
“Sweetheart, I feel like you’ve known me long enough to know the answer to that,” she scoffs, her fingers running through your hair. “If I had known you were a witch too, I would’ve taken you with me. I only knew you for four days, though. I didn’t know if I could trust you. But even if I had asked, I know you would’ve stayed behind to help.”
“Yeah,” you mutter, and she kisses your head. You look up at her with a soft smile, but a teasing look in your eyes. “So, if you weren’t in a lifeboat, that means you were only on the Carpathia–”
“Shut up,” Agatha groans dramatically.
You smile brightly now, moving to straddle her hips. Your arms wrap around her neck and you kiss her. “You were only on the Carpathia because you wanted to make sure I was okay. Four days in and you were already–” “Yes,” she blurts out. “Okay? Yes. Four days in and I already cared about you. You’re not just useful for sex, okay?”
“Oh, how flattering, Miss Harkness,” you swoon before smiling and kissing her. “I still haven’t forgiven you for making me late with Madeleine Astor’s tea.”
“Oh, poor baby,” Agatha pouts, her voice condescending. “How can I ever make it up to you?”
You purse your lips, looking up as if you’re thinking hard. Your fingers trace over her shoulders and slip beneath her robe. Your voice is coy as your other hand plays with her hair, eyes avoiding her gaze. “Well…there’s less than an hour left until midnight, so maybe we can utilize the time wisely…”
Your eyelids flutter open against the morning sun and you groan, rolling over to face Agatha. Your arm drapes over her waist and your legs tangle with hers, and when you open your eyes again she’s still asleep–or so you thought.
Her eyes crack open and she gives you a sleepy smile. “I can feel you staring.”
“This is going to be the longest three weeks of my life,” you mumble before kissing her. You’re already aching after seeing her, and you end up straddling her waist. Placing small kisses on her neck, you groan, “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you’re lying next to me naked, bathed in the morning light?”
You lift your head up and sigh dramatically, completely laying on top of her. Agatha’s voice is hoarse from sleep and her nails run up and down your back soothingly. “Not even ten hours in and you’re already caving.”
“I’m not caving,” you say. “Just complaining. This is the worst idea you’ve ever had. And you’ve had a lot.”
Sunday morning goes by quickly and soon you’re on the road back to the Tower.
“I wanna stop at the store on the way back,” Agatha says as she merges lanes to take the exit.
You let out an amused hum, not looking up from your phone. “Why? Are you getting a safe for our collection of sex toys?” Agatha doesn’t respond and you look up quickly, jaw dropping. “Oh, my god! Are you actually?”
“Where else would we put them?” Agatha tries to reason.
“I–Well…” You really didn’t have a clue. A whole drawer in your dresser is filled with them. And you know that if they’re not locked away, one of you will cave sooner or later. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
Inside Walmart, you mosey through an aisle that’s nothing but safes. “This is insane!” you gape. “A whole aisle of nothing but safes?” You lower your voice, leaning in towards Agatha. “Does everyone lock their sex toys away before their wedding?”
“No,” she sighs. “I think we’re the only ones kinky enough to do that.” Her eyes scan the shelves and she reaches for a decent sized box. “What about this one?”
As she looks over the product information on the box, you contemplate it. “I dunno…do you think it’s big enough?”
“Maybe,” Agatha says, looking up from the words to grin. “But if it’s not, I think some toys left out could make it even more enticing.” Her eyes get dark and her voice lowers. “You know how much I love seeing you squirm…”
Your cheeks get hot and your mouth opens to respond, but no words come out. Your jaw stiffens under Agatha’s amused look. “Let’s go,” you say, voice tight as you turn on your heel and walk away quickly.
“Why do you have a safe?”
In the lobby of Stark Tower, Natasha is leaving just as you’re both entering. Without blinking an eye, Agatha shrugs, saying, “No reason,” and keeps walking to the elevator.
Upstairs, in your shared walk-in closet, Agatha unboxes the safe.
You’re on your knees and you open the bottom drawer, meeting the numerous amount of sex toys in your collection. You sigh, shoulders drooping as you hand them to Agatha, a few at a time. “This is the most painful thing I’ve ever done.”
“Just think about the finish line,” she says in a sing-song voice, looking back at you with a smile. She pauses, her lips curling into that mischievous grin and her voice lowering into that seductive tone that always drives you crazy. “Oh, look at you…I just love it when you’re on your kne–”
“Stop it!” you cry, hitting her leg with one of the many vibrators in your collection as she laughs.
After a tedious game of Tetris, Agatha cheers. “Look at that! They all fit!” She shuts the safe and a loud beep sounds before the locking mechanism takes place. Agatha turns around, leaning against the dresser the safe is on. “We need to hide this pamphlet. It has the code on it.”
“Well, neither of us should hide it,” you say, standing up. “Then we’d know where it is. That would be cheating.”
She gasps and grins, slinking closer to you with her arms crossed. “You’re such a good girl when y–”
You cover your ears quickly, “La la la! I’m not listening!” You leave the closet and rush out of your bedroom with Agatha hot on your heels and laughing. “You need to stop that! Let’s go find Wanda.”
“Ugh, why Wanda?” Agatha groans as you get on the elevator.
As you press the button for the lounge, you sigh. “Well, she’s one of my closest friends, and I know she won’t ask questions.”
When the elevator doors open to the lounge, there are three other people with Wanda–the worst one being Tony as he narrows his eyes at the way you look nervous.
“What’s up?” he asks as the two of you walk over.
“Nothing!” you answer quickly–too quickly. “Wanda, can we talk with you…in private?”
Wanda looks around, “Um…yeah, I guess.”
The silence in the elevator is thick and awkward. When you arrive on her floor, she opens the door to her bedroom and Agatha wastes no time. “We need you to hide this manual.”
“What?” Agatha hands her the pamphlet and Wanda scrunches her nose, taking it and flipping through it. “Why do you need me to hide a safe manual?”
You and Agatha exchange looks and while she remains stone faced, you can’t help but look sheepish. “I don’t…wanna say,” you mutter.
Wanda narrows her eyes before a look of realization dawns on her, “Is it for–oh, my god. Are you…” She lowers her voice as if anyone would overhear her. “Are you locking up your sex toys?” she asks.
“Yes!” you blurt out, and Agatha rolls her eyes. “Yes, we are–we have. It’s until our wedding.”
Wanda continues flipping through the manual, “So, is it like, a total sex ban–”
“I thought you said she wouldn’t ask questions,” Agatha says, arms crossed as she turns to you.
Wanda sighs, “Wow, I knew you guys were kinky, but this is–”
“Alright, we’re leaving now!” you pipe, and grab Agatha’s hand to pull her out of the room. “Come on! Let’s go!”
The first week goes by fairly quickly. Many times, you and Agatha found yourselves in petty arguments with each other. And it was even noticed one night at a team dinner.
“Can you pass me the salt?” you ask her, and when she does, she only passes the salt by itself–leaving the pepper by itself. “You didn’t pass the pepper too.”
“You didn’t ask for the pepper,” Agatha says.
“It doesn’t matter,” you argue, dropping your fork on the plate with a clatter.. “The salt and pepper should always stay together!” Multiple team members stop their conversations and turn towards you. “We’ve known each other for 118 years! I’ve told you this so many times!” Your voice starts to rise with each word that follows. “You always keep the troops together!”
And later that night, as if you weren’t just arguing in front of everyone over something so stupid, you find yourself in bed, straddling her lap. Your hands roam one another as you kiss her hard, chests heaving and fingers digging into skin.
“This is the worst–” You kiss her. “–Fucking idea–” Another kiss. “–You’ve ever had.”
Agatha breathes heavily in your mouth as she chuckles, “Oh, please, you can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”
She kisses you softly and you shiver beneath her touch. “I need you to touch me,” you breathe. “I need you to touch me so badly.”
Her fingers creep up your thighs and you whimper as she kisses the corner of your mouth. You can practically feel yourself drip into your underwear as you beg under your breath, “Please, please, please…”
Her fingers dip beneath the hem of your pajama pants, very lightly swiping over your underwear. “Ohh…” Her voice is low and raspy. “A little bit of kissing and you’re already this wet. This is so fun.”
Your head drops onto her shoulder as your arms fold in between you and you whine. “This is the worst.” You sit up as she removes her hand, and you huff. But there isn’t anger or frustration in your eyes. No, it’s sadness and desperation, and you pout as she giggles. “This is the absolute worst. I’m going to take a cold shower.” And before Agatha can even speak you glare at her, “And no, you cannot join me.”
And it wasn’t just you that was suffering.
“Why did I wanna do this?” Agatha groans one night. You’re both in the bathroom doing your nightly routines–only this time, Agatha is standing beside you as you wash your face, ranting about the entire thing with dramatic hand gestures. “This was so stupid! All I want to do is have sex with you, but I can’t!”
“Well, technically–”
“No!” she snaps. “We’re not going to break this streak! We’ve been doing so well.”
You pat your face dry and when those words leave her mouth, you start grinning. You look at her with the soft, pleading eyes that you usually would when begging.
Agatha looks at you, nostrils flared and her eyes ablaze. “Don’t,” she mutters dangerously.
“Have I been doing good for you, Mommy?” you ask, your voice syrupy sweet as you get closer. “Have I been a good gi-”
“I’m going to start smoking again!” Agatha calls back as she rushes out of the room.
“No, you are not!” you shout, running after hert.
“Yes, I am!”
“Agatha Harkness!” you say, hands on your hips as she lays face down on the bed. “There’s two weeks left! And if I catch you smoking again, I’ll glue myself to your hip so you can’t go anywhere without me!”
When you get a response, Agatha doesn’t lift her head, instead choosing to mumble whatever words into her pillow.
Yes, the first week and a half have been hard, but the second half might as well be torture.
There are eight days left. Eight.
You run through every floor in the Tower. You tear apart the entire kitchen, look in every pot and pan, tupperware containers, anywhere that manual could be. You even check in the strangest places–Tony’s lab, every bathroom you have access to, the lobby, you even went into the elevator and removed a panel so you could climb in and see if she hid it there (she didn’t).
In your desperation, you were even searching your own room, hoping that somehow Wanda hid it there. You check in your bedside drawers, in your bathroom cabinets, underneath the clothes in your dressers, and while in the closet you even tried opening the safe with magic.
Now, you’re under your bed, legs sticking out as you search through shoe boxes and plastic bins of out-of-season clothes.
“Hiya, hon.”
Startled, you crack your head on the boards of the bed frame. “Son of a bitch!” You flip over onto your back and scooch out from under the head. “Hi. I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”
Agatha stands over you, head tilted and arms crossed as she looks at you curiously. “Mhm…whatcha doin’?”
“I–Um…” You stand up, rubbing the spot on your head you hit. “Nothing–”
“You were looking for the manual, weren’t you?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
You gasp, “No, I was not! How could you accu–yes. I was looking for the manual.” You watch as she shakes her head slowly and grins, and then her tongue pokes into her cheek. You rush forward, voice shaking, “You don’t understand, Agatha.” Your hands grip her shoulders and the desperation in your voice is loud. “I’m ovulating! You know how I get! I tried opening the safe with magic and it didn’t work!”
Agatha nods her head, “I know. I had Wanda put a spell on it when you went out to lunch with Steve and Nat yesterday.”
You whimper, head ducking into her chest as your hands grip her shoulders tighter. “I’m going insane, Aggie!” you cry.
Agatha takes both of your hands and removes them from her shoulders, placing kisses on both of them. You look up at her with pleading eyes and she giggles. “It’s only for eight more days.”
“I cannot last in these conditions,” you whine. Your hands slip from her grasp and cup her cheeks. You kiss her hard. “I need you to fuck me,” you beg, kissing her again. When you pull away, your teeth are clenched in frustration. “I need you to fuck a baby into me. Ruin me, Agatha. Please!”
Agatha reaches up to hold your wrists and kisses you softly. When she pulls away, she pouts in a condescending way. “Poor thing.” She reaches for your cheek and pats it twice. “You’ll survive.”
She drops her arms and walks past you as your jaw drops. While walking towards the bathroom, her hips swaying more than usual, she looks back at you with dark eyes. “I’m gonna go take a bath if you’d like to join me.”
You close your eyes and sigh before following her, completely defeated. “Okay…”
After that day, you calmed down–until the time to pack for your honeymoon came. After Wanda lifts the spell on the safe, she leaves immediately and Agatha opens it. You almost cry from the sight of your sex toys alone. It’s like you found the world's greatest treasure–like the sinful gates of Heaven were finally opening for you.
Agatha eyes you as she takes them out. “Don’t even think about it.”
“How can I not think about it?” you whine. You stand beside her, fingers trailing over her shoulder and arm as you look up at her with pleading eyes. “Please?” you ask quietly. “You don’t even have to let me finish…I just want to feel th–”
“No.”
“Please, Agatha!” you cry. “It doesn’t even have to be one of the fancy ones! A bullet! A wand! I just need to feel something!”
“Nope.” She doesn’t even look up at you as she opens the suitcase. “Definitely need to take the good strap,” she mumbles to herself. “Baby, which ones do you wanna take?”
“Surprise me,” you scowl, her back still turned to you.
Agatha looks back at you. “Don’t give me that attitude,” she scoffs. “There’s less than 48 hours left, and if you keep this up, it won’t be good for you. Now, pick out your vibrators for our honeymoon, sweetheart.”
The bachelorette party on Friday comes quickly. It’s small, with only seven of you there at your house in Westview. Tony supplied the extensive amount of alcohol while Alice, Jen, and Lilia planned the decorations, and Wanda and Natasha planned the activities. Neither you or Agatha had any part in planning. Your only job is to show up and look pretty–and the two of you do that very well.
You watch Agatha as she gets ready, and when she slips on the dress you chose for her, your jaw drops.
“Close your mouth, darling,” Agatha says, catching your eye in the mirror. “You’ll catch flies.” She turns around and you look her up and down, sighing heavily. She grins, slinging closer towards you. “24 hours, sweetheart. Be patient.”
With a kiss to the corner of your mouth, she slips out of the bathroom. On your shared bed there are two white sashes, both with the word ‘Bride’ on them.
Agatha scrunches her nose up at them. “Do we really have to wear these?”
“Jen and Wanda were very insistent on it,” you say, standing behind her and wrapping your arms around her waist. You let go and pick one of them up, draping over Agatha’s headband adjusting it. “There!” you chirp. “See? You look so cute!”
“It’s tacky,” she deadpans.
“Just wear it,” you say.”It’s just one night, and I’m wearing one too.”
When you get downstairs, you’re met with cheers and party noisemakers. Pink decorations fill the house and Agatha takes a deep breath, looking at you and then back to the coven. “Really? All pink?”
“It’s not a bachelorette party without tacky, pink decorations,” Alice says.
In the living room, you pick up an open bottle of chardonnay, pouring yourself and Agatha a glass. She takes it with a kiss on your cheek and follows you as you sit down on the couch.
Laughter drowns out whatever music is playing. You’re several rounds into a drinking game, giggling into Agatha’s shoulder. “In her defense,” you say, catching your breath, “neither of us knew the other was a witch.”
“She abandoned you on a sinking ship!” Wanda gawks.
“I would have stayed anyway,” you shrug. “It was my job to help people.”
“I can’t believe we didn’t know you met on the Titanic,” Alice says, shaking her head in disbelief. “Now, it makes sense. They’re trauma bonded.”
Natasha sits up, taking a sip of her drink. “Not to change the subject, but I’ve been meaning to ask you two…” she says. Her eyes narrow with curiosity as she looks at you and Agatha. “Why have you two been so on edge recently? I know you bicker, but it’s been a lot worse.”
Wanda bursts out laughing and you and Agatha make eye contact, trying your best to hold in your giggles as the rest of them exchange weird looks. Your finger traces the rim of your glass and you sigh. “We’ve…been on a three week long sex ban in preparation for tomorrow night.”
Jen chokes on her drink and Nat’s eyes widen.
“You know that safe you saw us carrying?” Agatha grins. “It was for our sex toys.”
“So…” Nat looks around, choosing her words carefully. “You’ve been irritated…because neither of you were getting laid…voluntarily?”
“Yep,” Agatha says simply.
Nat points beside her to Wanda. “And…she was…in on it?”
“Yes,” you chirp. “She hid the safe manual so we couldn’t get the code until last night. Where did you hide it?”
“Oh, I threw it away,” Wanda says.
You sit up quickly. “You threw it away?”
“Yeah.”
“I climbed into the elevator shaft looking for it,” you gawk. “And this whole time, it’s been in a landfill?”
Lilia takes a sip of her wine and leans in toward Jen, her voice quiet, “They are so much worse than we thought.”
As the night progresses and you and Agatha cut yourselves off from drinks, you grow more and more tired–and so does Agatha. As you doze off on her shoulder, she shakes you awake. “Do you wanna go to bed?”
You look at your phone, and when you see it’s almost three in the morning you get up. She takes your hand and when the others see you leaving to go to bed, you get the drunken teasing.
“Big day tomorrow!”
“Harkess needs her beauty sleep!”
In your bedroom, you flop down onto the bed, groaning.
Agatha turns on the bathroom light, retrieving a pack of makeup wipes and returning to your room. “Come on,” she says, straddling your hips and pulling off your fake lashes. “I know you’re sleepy, but you need to take your makeup off.” She brings the cold wipe to your face, rubbing it over your cheeks. And before she removes your eyeshadow, she leans in close, muttering, “Close your eyes.”
She finishes with a kiss to your lips, but you don’t pull away, instead pulling her closer. When she breaks away, she feels your hands sneak under her dress and she giggles, sitting up and sliding off you. “Nice try. You have less than 24 hours.”
You groan again and she hands you a pair of pajamas. You begrudgingly put them on and brush your teeth, and when Agatha’s finished with her nightly routine, she tucks you into bed with a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be in the spare bedroom tonight. I love you.” And with a final kiss on your lips, she shuts off the light and closes the bedroom door.
As tired as you are, sleep doesn’t come easily. But when it does, it leaves you groggy and with cotton mouth when you wake up–or, in this case, are woken up. A loud knock on the door stirs you, and before you can properly wake up, Wanda and Natasha are piling through with breakfast–or brunch–with Tony following behind, holding two bottles of champagne.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes. When you tap your phone, the time shows noon. “Jesus, how are you two awake? You were wasted and up longer than I was.”
“It’s your wedding day!” Wanda chirps, handing you a latte that has the logo from your favorite coffee shop on the cup. “Here, we don’t want you being sloppy drunk tonight.”
But beside her, Natasha wears a pair of sunglasses while stirring a bloody mary with a piece of celery. Tony sets down one of the bottles of champagne on your dresser.
“The car will be here to pick you and Harkness up at three. That’ll give everyone setting up the after-party here enough time before you’re back,” he says. “And I got you two the presidential suite at the Four Seasons–it’s cute, it overlooks Central Park. It’s like fifteen minutes from LaGuardia so you don’t have to get up too early tomorrow.”
Wanda wiggles her eyebrows at you and you glare at her, mouthing, “Shut up.”
“After the ceremony,” Tony continues, “I’m gonna head over there and check you in. Wanda’s already given me your luggage, so everything’s taken care of.”
When he leaves to relay the same information to Agatha down the hall, Wanda opens the curtains to your room. The light pours in, illuminating the protective bag holding your wedding dress. Your chest flutters thinking about it. 118 years and it’s finally happening–from sinking ships, to wrongful sacrifices, and a test of trust on the Road, you’ve made it out unscathed. You’ve made it out together.
The three hours of showering and hair and makeup go by quickly. You stand before a cheval mirror. The clock on the wall ticks loudly and your eyes drift up to it. Two-forty five.
You take a deep breath, but it’s all so much. Emotions flood your senses, and as you look at yourself, you can’t help but feel like the most beautiful person in the world. Flowers dot your hair, adding a pop of color against the white dress. It’s simple and lightweight, with a square neckline showing off the diamond necklace that Agatha gifted you almost a century ago.
Wanda opens the bedroom door and Natasha followers her out. In the hallway, you can hear Jen, “She’s ready.”
Your heart races.
You hear the sound of heels on the old wooden floors.
“Hi.”
But the anxiety that filled your chest dissipates upon seeing her in the reflection of the cheval mirror. It’s replaced with nothing but anticipation and love, and for a moment you’re brought back to the forward deck of the Carpathia.
You turn around and your breath is taken away when you see her entirely. “Hi.”
Agatha wears a white romper. Beneath the pristine white blazer, the top dips below her chest and a white band separates it from the loose, flowing bottoms. She’s stunning. Absolutely, unequivocally beautiful.
She crosses her arms, leaning against the door frame and grinning. “Well? Give me a twirl, princess.”
Smiling, you give her a slow twirl. Agatha walks over and she stops just short of you. When you’re facing her again, her hands go to your waist, fingers brushing the exposed skin of your back. She looks so up and down, and smiles brightly. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
“I want to kiss you so badly,” you breathe, glancing at her lips and back up.
She hums. “Soon, darling.”
Your hand slides into the crook of her elbow and she escorts you out of the room. As you approach the landing of the stairs, the coven, Wanda, and Nat all look up at you in awe.
“Oh, my god!”
“Look at them!”
“I think I’m gonna cry.”
After rounds of hugs are given, the five of them leave ahead of you just as the car arrives. Agatha helps you in and you slide all the way over. As you look out the window, your hands link in the middle seat and the feeling eases the nervousness in your stomach.
The venue is quaint. You stand side by side with Agatha in a hallway of marble and pastels. Both of you look out the french doors at the guests in the small garden who face away from you. There are barely twenty people, but every single one sitting there has impacted your life in a different way.
“Any last-minute confessions?” Agatha grins.
“I’ve had three glasses of champagne and I’m starting to feel them,” you whisper, rushing through your words.
“I’ve had four.”
Your eyes close and you let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank god.”
Agatha turns to look at you, smiling softly as she adjusts your necklace. “Are you ready?”
As she positions herself by your side, you slide your hand into the crook of her elbow and sigh. “Yeah…you?”
She turns her head, looking down at you, “Since 1912.”
Your head turns quickly to look at her, and you see every ounce of adoration and affection she has for you in her eyes. There’s so much weight in her gaze and you can see every year and every moment you were together–and every moment you were apart. Those 30-odd years hang in the tears she holds back, mingling with the contentment and the happiness that swells in her chest.
118 years. 43,070 days. 6,152 weeks. 62,062,006 minutes. 3,723,720,336 seconds.
And she would go through them all again.
And so would you.
Your throat tightens and your hand squeezes her arm. You turn your head back towards the door, blinking away tears as the guests stand and the small quartet begins to play. “Okay.”
The french doors leading to the garden open and you’re both bathed in the evening light of sunset. You give her arm one last squeeze, and then with a deep breath, you take the first step.
__________
The car ride back to your home in Westview is less than an hour. With photos and actually signing your marriage license, you’re the final ones to arrive at the reception. When you walk inside, the smell of all different types of food waft in from the kitchen and your stomach growls.
“It’s quiet,” you say.
“Thank god,” Agatha mutters, and you nudge her in the side. “Oh, look, wedding presents!” She practically drags you into the dining room when she sees the pile on the table.
“Come on!” you sigh, and you take her hand. When you open the patio doors and step out in the cool evening air, you’re met with cheering. Out of the corner of your eye you catch Agatha smiling–actually smiling, ear-to-ear.
There’s about twenty more people at the reception than there were at the ceremony. As you look around at your backyard–the decorations, the warm lights, the tables, the firepit–you’re glad Agatha insisted on having the backyard renovated.
Hugs are exchanged all around, and Agatha even tolerates it this time around. When you hand her a glass of champagne, she downs it all almost immediately.
“There’s a lot of people here,” she mutters.
“You don’t have to talk to all of them,” you muse. “But you do have to sign the thank you cards.”
Music blares through the speakers as people dance and drink. At one of the tables, you sit with Agatha, laughing with Lilia and two other guests when Jen comes over and ducks her head to speak to you. “Alice just got back.”
“Where the fuck has she been?” Agatha retorts, the numerous shots she took at ‘shot o’clock’, as Billy called it, in full effect.
“She has 250 jello shots,” Jen says quietly, “and 250 pudding shots.”
“She’s forgiven,” Agatha shrugs.
And sure enough, Alice walks through the back gate carrying a blue cooler. She sets it down beside the table where at least thirty bottles of open liquor and mixers, cans of sodas, water bottles, and a hundred bottles of beer sit in an ice bath. You and Agatha get up immediately, Jen following behind you as you go over to Alice.
“Holy shit!” Agatha beams. “Did you make all of these?”
Alice huffs, hands on her hips. “Yep. I had some help from Jen and Lilia, though.”
Looking through the cooler, there’s an array of jello colors, and all different kinds of pudding flavors. You take a handful of them for yourself and Agatha looks at you, appalled. “You gonna share any of those, hon?”
You look back in the cooler, contemplating it. “Mm…No. You’ve got plenty left, honey.”
With Lilia and the two other women at the table gone, the two of you are by yourself. You try to get each jello and pudding shot down as quickly as possible, but you end up laughing as you swallow a jello shot. You start coughing, tears starting to form in your eyes as you laugh more.
Agatha’s hand comes to your back as you wipe your mouth and take a drink of water. You drunkenly giggle as she opens another jello shot and holds it up to your newly open one. “Here’s to us…” Her eyes get dark and her lips curl into that grin she gives you when only dirty thoughts enter her mind. “...And here’s to what you’ll be choking on later.”
Your cheeks go hot and your eyes are wide as you down the last jello shot.
As the night progresses, it becomes chilly. Your arms are covered in goosebumps as you stand beside Agatha, talking to a few guests. When her hand runs up and down your arm she pauses her words and looks down at you. “Jesus, hon, you’re freezing.”
“No, I’m not!” you protest. “I’m fine!”
“I would be a terrible wife to let you freeze to death at your own wedding,” she huffs. “Here.” She takes her own blazer off and practically forces it on you. It’s just slightly too big on you and she goes behind you, hands rubbing up and down on your arms as she continues talking to the people in front of you.
“This is your favorite song,” she gasps in your ear. “Do you wanna go dance?”
“Sure,” you chirp, letting her drag you to the makeshift dance floor where other people are.
One hand goes to your waist while the other grasps your hand. You smile as you place your hand on her upper back, dancing to the upbeat music. She spins you and holds you tightly, and you can feel her fingers slip underneath the blazer and graze over your exposed back. Her lips brush your ear and her voice is low, “You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you picked out a low-cut back.”
“I knew you’d like it,” you respond, your voice quiet and breathy.
“I don’t just like it, sweetheart,” she hums. “I love it. You know damn well how much I love your back.”
You laugh quietly, shivering beneath her touch as her nails scratch lightly over your back. “You’ll get to see plenty of it after this, I promise.”
Around eleven, with the majority of the party drunk–including you and Agatha–Tony pauses the music, standing up on a chair and hollering. “I want to give a brief toast.” He scratches his eyebrow and raises his glass. “I just want to say an official ‘welcome to the family’ for Agatha, and that anyone who can stay together for 118 years, give or take, is the pinnacle of true love–which is disgustingly sappy, but it’s true. Here’s to the brides and the many more years of happiness to come.”
Midnight is approaching when a small group has the brilliant idea to go to Taco Bell. But Agatha, in her drunken state, has been teasing you all night, and vice versa.
They were only little touches, hands on waists, brushes of fingers on backs, pecks on the lips and cheeks, even those looks across the yard as you talk to talk to someone got to you. And now, every moment of desperation from the past three weeks is catching up with you.
When you decline, you bid everyone goodnight and have Tony call you a car for the forty minute drive to the hotel. With hotel room keys in Agatha’s clutch, you’re almost pushed into the car by her, drunkenly laughing as she follows. You have to cross your legs with how turned on you are. These three weeks have been the most brutal of your life, and to make it worse, Agatha sits beside you in the middle seat and her hand slips underneath the skirt of your dress.
Her fingers trail up your thigh and she leans over, skimming her lips over your neck. You can feel your pulse quicken and whisper under your breath, “Agatha, we are not alone yet.”
“And when has that stopped us before?” she mutters. She removes her lips from her neck and sits back, but her fingers don’t leave. Her eyes watch as you try to focus on the passing scenery outside, but it’s so fucking hard.
Agatha grins as you lean against the door. Her fingers move higher and higher and she can see you beginning to tremble. She never gives you want, instead opting to tease you just over your white lace panties. She applies just enough pressure for you to gasp and shut your eyes.
Agatha does this for the entire ride, on and off touches, teasing you mercilessly until you finally pull up to the hotel entrance. After tipping the chauffeur extra, you both stumble out of the car, giggling as you rush into the hotel. Agatha is on top of you as soon the elevator doors close and the 51st floor button is pressed.
“I can’t wait to get you in that fucking room. I’m going to absolutely ruin you,” she huffs into your mouth, hands gripping your waist tightly underneath the blazer you’re still wearing.
When the elevator dings and the doors open on your floor, you’re pushed out with Agatha still flush against you. The door to the suite is slammed shut and Agatha throws the room key and her clutch on the floor before pushing you against the wall.
With her lips on your neck, you open your eyes and catch yourself in the mirror. You’re a complete mess: red lipstick is smeared down your throat, your hair is falling from the pins, and the shoulder of the dress and blazer have fallen down. Your eyes drift to the rest of the room as Agatha bites at your skin and you gasp.
Expensive, plush sofas, and leather armchairs surround a fireplace and a flat screen TV. Behind it, a ten-feet-tall bay window made entirely of glass overlooks Central Park with a breakfast nook, and a glass door next to it leads to one of the outdoor terraces. The floors are deep brown–almost black–made of African wenge and ebony wood. It’s by far the nicest room you’ve ever been in.
“Oh, my god,” you breathe. “Look at this–fucking room.”
Agatha stands up straight, taking your face in her hand and forcing you to look her in the eyes. “We could be in Buckingham fucking Palace right now, and the only thing I’d want to look at is you.”
You glance at her lips and back up at her eyes, sighing. “God, that was so fucking hot.” She kisses you hard and drags her lips down your throat. With your head turned to the side to give her more access, your eyes widen as they land on the grand piano in the center of the room. “Holy shit!” you breathe. “That’s a Steinway!”
Agatha kisses back up your throat and kisses you softly, hand coming to cup your chin. She makes deep eye contact with you, her voice low and gravelly. “I’ll fuck you on that Steinway if you want, I promise. But for now, I’m going to need you to focus, baby.”
You’re breathless and you nod lightly.
“Can you do that for Mommy?” she asks. Her voice is calm, but the tone and her eyes make you feel like a child being scolded.
“Yes,” you say.
“Yes,” she repeats slowly, and kisses you lightly. “I know you can be good for me.”
You nod again and keep eye contact as she sinks to her knees. Your breathing gets heavier as she bunches your skirt up, having you hold it as she kisses up your thighs and pulls down your underwear. The sound of her moaning at the sight of you alone has you clenching around nothing.
Agatha looks up at you, mouth hovering over your cunt as you tremble. “I’ve fucking missed this pussy,” she moans.
The feeling of her mouth on you again is indescribable. The slightest touch of her tongue against your clit sends you spiraling. And when she slips two fingers inside, you moan and she gasps, eyes peering up at you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this fucking wet for me before.”
You can’t even respond as your head falls back onto the wall with a thud. Her fingers and tongue work in tandem, and in less than ten minutes, with one of your legs thrown over her shoulder, you’re shaking uncontrollably.
“Agatha, I–!” You choke on your words, grasping her hair as you lean forward. “I can’t stand–I’m gonna–fuck–I’m gonna fall over–!”
She removes her mouth and fingers from your pussy, and stands up to kiss you. Her hands come to your thighs and lift you easily, her mouth against yours as she carries you across the room. You have no clue where she’s taking you–until there’s a loud, unpleasant sound of piano keys.
When you pull away, you’re exactly where you think–the Steinway piano. Your hand braces yourself on the keys beside you, making another, sharper sound. Your other hand grips her shoulder as she kisses your neck and her fingers slide right back into you.
Your nails dig into her skin as you gasp, “Oh, my god, you’re fucking me on a Steinway.”
“I am,” she huffs against your lips, grinning as her fingers keep working. “I make good on my promises, don’t I? And I promised to fuck you until you almost pass out.”
You moan loudly into her kiss. The pleasure is so intense–three weeks of nothing is catching up quickly. Your hips start to grind against her hand, and when her palm presses against your clit, tears quickly fill your eyes and you cry out. You sob out incoherent words, your mind melting into nothing but mush as it gets exactly what it wants after three weeks.
Mascara streaks your cheeks as you start trembling beneath her and crying into her mouth. “Oh, my god–! Fuck, Mommy! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes!”
The hand holding your skirt to your hip lets go and grips your jaw. “Open your eyes,” she demands, and you obey. “Look at me.” With her eyes on yours, her face is stone cold and you whimper. “You wanna cum don’t you? I can feel it.”
You nod and she leans in close, fingers moving faster as you sob. Her voice is stern and has a deep tone of authority to it. “You don’t need permission. Not tonight. I want you to give Mommy every single fucking drop. Do you understand?” You nod quickly and she grips your cheeks tighter. “Ah, ah. No. I need words, baby. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” you sob. “Yes, Mommy! Yes!”
“Good girl!” she praises, voice raising over your cries. “I want you to cum for me now. You can do it! Cum for me!”
You had never felt pleasure like this. The tears, your throat raw from screaming, the feeling of her hands finally on you again, the sound of the piano keys ringing out as your hands find somewhere to be–it’s all so much, and it’s all so good.
Your legs lock around Agatha’s hips as you shake, and she looks down at you like you’re her whole world–and in a way, you are. “There she is!” she smiles. “That’s my good girl!”
Your legs tremble as she fucks you through the aftershocks, clinging to her tightly as you catch your breath. Her lips press hard against yours and each kiss gets lighter and lighter until they’re barely brushing against yours.
“I think–that was–” You take a deep breath and she kisses you again. “–the best–orgasm–you have ever fucking given me.”
You both laugh into each other’s mouths, kissing softly as you carefully step down from your seated position on the piano keys. As she walks you backwards, her hands strip you of her blazer, tossing it aside on a leather armchair and starting to unbutton the back of your dress.
“Why are these buttons so fucking small?” she seethes.
You can feel her struggling and giggle against her, “Getting frustrated, Mrs. Harkness?”
“If you didn’t look so damn good in this dress, I’d rip it right off of you,” she huffs.
You almost fall through the bedroom door when she opens it. You stop to shrug off your dress and remove your heels and necklace. And when you toss everything aside, you practically jump on her. She squeals into the kiss, both of you giggling as she backs you against the bed and pushes you down onto the mattress.
When Agatha stands, she hovers over you, running her hands over the lace of your lingerie top. She groans, devouring you with her eyes, “Fuck, look at you. You’re irresistible.”
She slips off her heels and slots her knee in between your legs, leaning down to kiss you hard. Her hands reach around her back, trying to undo the zipper on her romper. She pulls away from the kiss, frustrated. “Dammit!” Her arms contort at different angles as you start laughing. “Can you help me, please?”
She turns around to let you unzip her but you struggle. “I think it’s stuck.
“Well, pull harder,” Agatha huffs.
“It’s still not–” You pull the zipper harder. “Come on–There!”
Agatha quickly pulls off the romper and unclips her bra, tossing it aside somewhere along with her underwear. Anticipation bubbles up through laughter as you move further up the bed on your hands and knees. Right as you make it to the pillows, her hand grabs your ankle and you squeal, giggling as you fall to your stomach.
When you flip yourself over, Agatha is slowly crawling towards you. Her kisses drift from your calves, up to your thighs, and stop at the apex. She drags her tongue through your folds, up your mound and over your navel, all the way up past your sternum, up your throat, and stopping in your mouth. You moan when you taste yourself on her tongue, hips lifting to seek any amount of friction.
“You are insatiable,” she muses.
“We’ve been refraining from sex for the past three weeks,” you say, hands on her cheeks. “I want you to fuck me on every surface in this suite.”
Agatha kisses you before getting out of bed. Your luggage sits in the corner and she crouches down, digging through clothes before she finds one of the wand vibrators. She stays for just a few seconds longer, and when she turns around, there’s a strip of black satin dangling from her fingers.
She comes closer and closer, each step slow and sensual. There’s a knowing smirk on her face–the one that reads: ‘You’re about to receive the best fucking of your life.’ And when she gets back into bed, she leans in close, her voice soft. “Color?”
“Green,” you breathe
Agatha kisses you softly and looks deep in your eyes, her look more sober now. “If any of this gets too much, use your safeword. Okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper.
“I love you,” she says, kissing you again before setting the vibrator down and straightening the piece of fabric. Her voice is soft but commanding, and it sends a chill down your spine. “Sit up.”
You obey, like you always do–mostly–and she leans in with the satin, placing it over your eyes and tying it in the back. She guides you back down onto the pillows and leaves you with a kiss on your forehead. You’re shaking now from the anticipation of it all and her hands slide down your ribs and over your torso.
“You’re trembling,” she says. “Take a deep breath. Relax.” You do and she lets out a satisfied hum. “Good girl.”
Your skin feels like it's on fire as Agatha’s hands go over every inch. Her fingers trace up and down your sternum before untying the front of your lingerie and letting it fall open.
“Oh, yes,” she breathes. “Gods, you are fucking beautiful.”
Her fingers graze over your nipples and you arch your back into her touch. She chuckles and sits up, reaching for the vibrator before opening your legs wide. All of your senses are magnified. Your ears listen for every sound–the rustling of the duvet, the sound of her breathing, and now, the sound of the vibrator buzzing.
You take a deep breath and when you exhale it comes out as a moan. The vibrator is pressed to your clit. You arch your back, grasping at the pillow beneath your head, and then you feel her situate herself on top of you.
Agatha lets out a deep breath as you feel her own weight press the vibrator harder onto you. “Hold this,” she says, and takes your left hand, forcing the wand into it. Her own left hand clasps your right, pinning it above your head as she rocks her hips and steadies herself over your throat.
She squeezes lightly, leaning in close enough that you’re huffing into each other’s mouths. She reaches down and turns the vibrations up, and when you whine, she smiles. Her hand goes to your forehead, pushing back the stray hair that clings to your skin. “I know, baby,” she coos. “But you look so fucking pretty like this.”
You match her pace, grinding against the vibrator and holding onto her hand tightly. You wish you could see Agatha like this–how her hair gets frizzy in the heat, the feral look in her eyes when you’re shaking beneath her. You cry out as you feel her starting to tremble above you, moans becoming louder with yours.
Convulsing beneath her, she’s breathless as she holds you down by your chest. “Keep it right there,” she huffs. “Mommy wants to cum all over you.”
The overstimulation of the vibrator on you is quickly becoming too much, but just enough to start becoming pleasurable again. Your hips start rocking against it again and she huffs out a lugh. “Are you gonna cum again?”
“Yes!” you sob.
She smiles, panting above you. “Do you wanna cum with Mommy?”
���Yes! Yes, yes yes! Please, Mommy!”
Your nails leave indents in the back of her hand as she raises her voice, her praises stern and authoritative. “That’s it, baby! Come on! Cum with Mommy!”
You finish for a third time, tears running down your temples and soaking the blindfold as Agatha collapses on top of you. With the vibrator off and her hand still in yours, you lay there with her on top of you, both of you catching your breath.
When your breath returns, you slowly feel the kisses on your neck begin again. Her tongue drags up the side of your neck and back to your mouth. With the blindfold still on, she sits you up, holding you against her tightly.
Your hands wander down Agatha’s body, grabbing at her skin blindly until your fingers find her clit and circle it slowly. She sighs into the kiss and your fingers slip inside her, slowly curling until they come to a steady rhythm. Her hips move with your fingers, forehead against yours as she moans into your mouth.
“Keep going,” she huffs. “You’re doing so fucking good for Mommy.”
It doesn’t take long for her to finish, almost screaming your name as she gushes in your hand, trembling against you. Agatha kisses you hard and pushes you back down onto the pillows.
“I was gonna save this for when we get to the Maldives,” she sighs, getting out of bed and going over to the suitcase. “But you’ve just been so good for me these past few weeks” She looks over her shoulder at you, catching you tilting your head back to peek through the blindfold. “Ah, ah! No peeking! Bad girls don’t get rewards.”
You groan, relaxing back into the bed. Your ears tune into the sounds of clicking and straps adjusting, and your heart races knowing exactly what’s coming. Hands run over the inside of your thighs, parting them wide.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Agatha drawls. “I know these past few weeks have been hard, but I’m so proud of you.” You feel yourself clench and she chuckles. She lowers herself over you as she continues speaking, her words soft, “You didn’t touch yourself once–as far as I know. But you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” You nod quickly. “That’s right. You are. And what do good girls get?” You don’t respond to her and she sits up, nails lightly trailing down your chest. “Answer me, sweetheart.”
“They get rewards,” you say.
“That’s right, they do,” she mutters. “And that’s exactly what you’ll be getting.”
Your mouth opens in a silent gasp when the strap enters you. Agatha’s thumb circles your clit as she slowly thrusts in. “Since you’re blindfolded,” she says, “I think it would be best if you felt me fucking you–considering you can’t see it.”
She reaches for both of your wrists, pulling them down and pinning your hands on your lower abdomen. “I want you to feel me fucking you,” she says, tightening her hold on your wrists as she thrusts hard. “Feel how big my cock is?”
You cry out in response as you feel the strap bulge under your hands. She bites her lip, thrusting harder. “It’s all for you, sweetheart. I want you to feel me cum inside you. I want you to feel me fuck a baby into you. And you’re gonna take it all, just like the good girl I know you are.”
She speeds up, your legs trembling as she pulls herself forward by your wrists. You’re crying–blubbering, and it’s pathetic.
“Fuck, yes!” you sob. “Fuck a baby into me, Mommy, please! I want you to cum inside me.”
“Touch yourself,” she huffs, dragging your hands down further. You can feel the strap even more now, sobbing as your fingers circle your clit. She moans at the sight, “That’s my good girl. Keep touching yourself, baby.”
Nothing you have ever felt could compare to this. You’re choking on air from how good it feels. Tears are soaking the blindfold. You can’t see anything, but you can feel everything. Agatha’s tight grip on your wrists, the cock poking through and hitting your hands, your own fingers touching yourself, and Agatha’s hips slamming against yours. You’re almost drooling, and the only words you can mumble are, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Do you want Mommy to cum inside you?” she says, breathless.
You can feel the cock twitch inside you and you sob, “Yes! Yes, cum inside me, Mommy, please!”
Your back arches and you’re screaming–you’re actually screaming now–as you start shaking. Your fingers circle faster, even as you go lightheaded, completely blinded by the pleasure.
Agatha’s thrusts become sporadic and messy. “That’s it, keep touching yourself. Mommy’s gonna cum inside this–fuck–this perfect fucking pussy.”
You feel her tremble, you feel the warmth, and you’re too spent to move. You lay there, catching your breath, eyes closed. After she pulls out, she tosses the strap off the bed and pulls the blindfold over your head.
Agatha’s hand brushes over your cheek. “Sweetheart?” she mutters. Your eyes open, adjusting to the light, and you catch her smiling softly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathe. “Yeah, I’m–you really weren’t joking when you said you’d fuck me until I almost pass out.”
She chuckles and kisses your cheek. “I told you. I make good on my promises.”
She lays down beside you, arm wrapped around you as your head rests on her shoulder. Her fingers trail up and down your arm and she turns her head to look at you. “So was it worth it?”
You hold your left hand up in the warm lamp light, watching as it reflects off the diamond of your engagement ring and the silver of your wedding band. You turn on your side and curl into Agatha. And as you lay soft kisses on her lips you mutter, “Oh, absolutely, Mrs. Harkness…Absolutely.”
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Faking It | Jeon Jungkook | Chapter Two
Summary: Seeing him again happened sooner than you thought it would but absolutely no one is complaining. Pairing: f!reader (30) x Single Dad Jungkook (33) (Arranged Marriage Slow Burn?) Word Count: 9.8k Warnings: Talking about Jungkook's wife who passed away in childbirth (Doesn't talk about her death but yeah) a/n: Took me three months but we're finally here 😭 And if any of you saw me post this and delete it...no you didn't. I posted it on my reblogs account on accident so sorry if that teased you a bit 😅 Anyways I hope this was worth the wait 😭 p.s. I only read through this once when I completed it so have mercy on me if there are typos
I wake up naturally this morning and it's honestly one of the best feelings in my opinion. Not having to worry about being woken up out of a sound sleep shows me that it's going to be a good day.
As I yawn and rub the sleep out of my eyes I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand, telling me I have a new message. I roll over and reach for it lazily to check and when I read the sender's name I immediately shoot up, causing Salem to dart off the bed. "Sorry Salem" I call after him but then when I go back to read the message my heart is already beating out of my chest.
'Good morning y/n I hope you slept well. How are you?' a simple yet inviting message from the man I just met last night. Who knew waking up to good morning texts would still feel this good at the ripe age of thirty?
'Good morning Jungkook! I slept like a baby, best sleep I've gotten in a while actually. I just woke up so, so far so good. How are you? How's Juni? Did you guys sleep alright?' I send and at a second glance I can see how completely whipped I am for this man already. Why am I rambling on and on about sleep? I could've just said 'I slept well, I hope you did as well' or something like that.
'That's good, I'm glad to hear! Juni and I slept alright. She actually only woke up an hour ago which is unheard of since she's usually knocking on my door at six am. She's been talking about you since she woke up' he sends back and my heart flutters, loving that I've made that big of an impression on her already.
I check the time and see that it's already nine am which is a record time for me to sleep as well since I'm usually up by seven most days. Then again it's not everyday that you get to spend the night with a man like him...
Wait! That's not what I meant!
'She can't stop talking about going shopping for butterflies so I wanted to see if we could set up a time soon. Maybe this weekend if you're free?' he suggests and I have to restrain myself from kicking my feet, just thinking about this man asking to see me again, disguised by his daughter wanting to get butterfly decorations for her room.
'This weekend sounds perfect! I'm free tomorrow as well so either day is fine' I offer up and face palm, scolding myself for being too eager. 'Tomorrow sounds great! Should we meet around eleven? Juni and I would love to take you out to lunch if you'd like. You know, to thank you for the help' he sends and I can't help but think that maybe he's a little nervous too.
'Eleven it is! Should I meet you guys there? There's a shop that I'm sure Juni will love and it'll definitely have what we're looking for!' I send and I can see the bubbles popping up to show that he's typing but they go up and down a couple more times. He'll type for a little and then stop and type again and I can only hope that I didn't say something wrong in suggesting where to go.
When a few minutes go by I decide it's best to get out of bed and get a cup of coffee. That'll wake up my brain a little more and help me hopefully not make as much of a fool of myself while texting him.
I find Salem perched on top of his cat tree, still a little jumpy from me having scared him but I think it's made him playful more than anything as I watch his tail flick back and forth while he watches me walk up to him.
"I'm sorry for scaring you" I apologize again, scratching his between his ears but when I feel my phone vibrating over and over in my hand I jump again making him climb down off his cat tree and scurry under the couch. I sigh and scold myself as a result before taking a look at my phone, seeing an incoming call from Jungkook.
I almost drop it after reading his name but catch and answer before I end up dropping it.
"Hello?" I ask, slightly out of breath from the scare but try to hide it as best as I can. "Hi pretty lady!" I hear Juni call out in the distance, the phone no doubt on speaker phone. "Good morning Juni! How are you little one?" I ask, feeling more at ease talking to her first and my question awards me with a little giggle before she continues.
"I'm good! Daddy says we're going to a special store to pick out the butterflies for my room! Is that right?" she asks, clear excitement laced all throughout her tone. "Yes that's right Juni we are! Does that sound alright to you?" I ask and I can clearly hear how she's jumping from excitement from how punctuated her voice sounds now as she chants "Yes" over and over again.
"I wish we could go right now!" she says, her excitement too difficult to contain at the moment which makes me smile knowing that she wants to go right away.
"Patience Juni, tomorrow isn't too far away" I hear Jungkook's voice coming through now and it makes my breath hitch, forgetting the fact that he had been there all along. He wasn't kidding when he said that Juni grabs everyone's attention right away. Given the chance I'm sure she would've talked to me for hours if her dad hadn't reminded her.
"That's right Juni, only one more sleep until tomorrow" I say and I can hear a little gasp from the other side. "Does that mean I can go to sleep right now and then we can go?" she asks, not understanding the concept entirely.
"Not unless you want to sleep for twenty four hours silly" he says and I hear a fit of giggles that could only mean that he might've tickled her but after a few seconds it's calmed down.
"How long is twenty four hours?" she asks, a constant roulette of questions gearing up if he doesn't answer this question correctly.
"You know how you woke up yesterday, went to school, came home, played with your toys, got ready, went to meet Ms. y/n, came back home, went to bed and woke up this morning?" he lists off and I can tell she's probably nodded her head all throughout his explanation.
"Yes?" she responds in a questioning tone, waiting for him to get to the point. "Well that's how long twenty four hours is" he responds and I hear jumping again once he's finished before an excited Juni calls out. "Does that mean we get to go see Ms. y/n again when I get home from school?" she asks and my heart melts at her excitement.
"Juni, we're seeing her tomorrow remember. I'm sure Ms. y/n is very busy tonight" he says and I hear a sad "Oh" from her and I contemplate my next words carefully before going for it. "Juni, would it be okay if I talked to your Daddy for a second?" I ask and I can hear her let out a disheartened 'Okay' before Jungkook takes the phone off speaker.
"Hey y/n, sorry she's a little hyper this morning" he says and I smile at his efforts to apologize for Juni's adorable disposition. "No that's okay, I love talking to her! She's a cutie" I say and he hums, "Try living with her" he counters and I smile, knowing that her excitable attitude might get a little tiring sometimes.
"I wanted to ask you if you would like to do something today after Juni gets home from school? Maybe meet you at the park? I forgot to give you Juni's dress last night after I washed it. I have to go back to my parent's house to pick it up anyway and theres a park around the corner. It's your call though. I don't want to go against what you told her" I say, rambling off nervously again but this time over the phone instead of texting and I regret ever offering it in the first place.
Why am I so freaking awkward?
"You sure you don't mind? I could always just get it from you tomorrow? I don't want to inconvenience you or anything" he says, giving me a chance to back out but not saying no to me, giving me a vote of confidence. "I wouldn't have offered if I minded" I say with a smile in my tone and he takes another second to think before giving me his response.
"She gets off at three, does that work for you or should we meet up later?" he asks and my heart skips a beat, knowing that I'll get to see him again so soon. "That sounds great, you can meet me at my parent's house if you'd like? The park isn't too far away so we can leave our cars and walk there" I offer and he takes a couple of seconds to think again before saying anything else.
"Juni, do you wanna go see Ms. y/n after school?" he asks and I can hear her little feet running around this time and repeating her response of ceaseless Yes's again. "Well I guess we'll see you later then. I can bring some food for us to take to the park if you'd like?" he offers and I shake my head before remembering that thankfully he can't see me in my sleepy state.
"No that's okay I got it covered. You already said you guys are taking me to lunch tomorrow so the least I could do is bring us food to share at the park today. Plus, I'm the one who suggested it in the first place" I explain and he chuckles before agreeing.
"Alright, thank you y/n. Should we show up around four then?" he asks, giving them time to make their way over after picking her up from school. "Four sounds perfect, I'll see you then!" I say and he calls Juni over to say goodbye. "Bye Pretty Lady! See you after school!" she giggles.
I swear I'm never going to tire of her excitable disposition.
"Goodbye Juni! Have a good day and listen to your teachers okay?" and I can hear a faint 'I will' in the background, no doubt from her running off to do something. "Thanks again y/n, I know she's going to be so excited to see you today...we both are" he adds at the end and my heart skips at his confession. "Me too" I say quietly and we finish up our goodbye's before quickly hanging up.
I slowly walk over to the couch as to not scare Salem this time, grab the pillow next to me, put it over my face and scream into it. Although I tried to muffle it I still end up scaring him making him run off to my room, no doubt planning to be wary of me for the rest of the day but that's okay.
I get to see them again, I get to see him again.
I really hope I'm not wrong about thinking that there might actually be something between us already, something about this just feels right. I don't want to rush into this too quickly though since we don't really know much about each other. I want to take things slow and hopefully he does too.
Well...I hope he'll want to take things further but you never know, a man like him is sure to have a lot of options, right? I just don't want to set myself up for heartbreak. Gotta keep it together and not get too vulnerable with him, even if it feels like I should.
I've already let him in a little, and he's definetly let me in a lot with letting me spend so much time with his daughter but I don't know, I guess only time will tell what's going to happen between us.
If there's going to be an 'us'.
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The day drags on as I unconsciously count down the hours until I get to see them again but it seems as though time is standing still.
I've spent most of my day editing the pictures I took for a family friend's wedding since that's usually how I get my clients these days. I know someone who knows someone who needs a photographer and my rates are pretty fairly priced so they tend to hire me.
Going through picture after picture and seeing how happy they look together makes me wonder what it would be like to be truly happy with someone like this. Be so openly and obviously in love that no one can say otherwise.
As time ticks by though my mind wanders off until I realize I only have about an hour to get ready before I have to meet them.
"Shit!" I say aloud and get up to hopefully make myself look presentable enough, luckily I took a shower this morning so we're all set on that front. I still need to figure out something for us to eat while at the park though and if I had paid attention to the time it would've been a brilliant idea.
The only option I have left is to phone a friend.
"Y/n? Is something wrong?" my mom asks, the call on speakerphone while I try to fix my hair. "Well depends on if you can help me or not" I say and I hear her sigh. "Please tell me you didn't end up in jail" she says and I scoff at her obviously sarcastic remarks.
"Very funny mom, but for your information no I did not end up in jail. This is seriously something I need help with though. Are you busy right now?" I ask, hoping and praying her answer is no. "No I'm pretty much free for the rest of the day, why?" she responds and I let out a huge sigh before responding.
"Good! Can you do me a favor and throw together a picnic lunch for three? Well...two and a half" I ask, not wanting to give up who it's for but by her gasp I can tell she already knows. "Are you and Jungkook seeing each other again already?" she asks, and I can tell her eyes are as wide as saucers with her hand over her mouth, her reactions being the same since I was a child.
"Yes" I say, giving a one worded response leaving me turning down the volume on my phone when I hear her squealing. "This is incredible! See I knew you two would hit it off! I can hear the church bells ringing already" she says, jumping to conclusions as she always does.
"Mom can you please get the food ready for me?" I plead, going back to the topic at hand while putting some makeup on, nothing too crazy but not wanting to over or under compensate. "Yes yes of course. Leave it to me!" and before I can say another word she's hanging up the phone. "Well that was easy" I say to myself before going to my closet to pick out what to wear.
As I'm flipping through my options I see Salem come out of the darkness, scaring me half to death leaving me scoffing seconds later, realizing he's given me a taste of my own medicine "Okay I guess I deserved that one huh?" I say to him and he meows in response.
"Okay Salem this one, or this one" I say, placing my options in front of him and he sniffs both before swatting at the one he's chosen. "You don't think a sun dress is too much?" I ask and he meows almost as if he was telling me to trust him and so I laugh and give in.
"I hope Juni likes it" I mumble to myself, quickly throwing it on and rushing to finish getting ready. A few minutes later I'm giving Salem a couple tummy rubs like I always do and rushing out the door, praying that I'll get there on time.
The drive to my parent's house seems like it's taking ten times longer than usual and I'm constantly glancing at the clock, making sure that I won't be late but thankfully I get there with plenty of time to spare.
"Hurry up they'll be here any minute!" my mom says, practically having babysat the door to make sure I arrive first. "Nice to see you too" I mumble, never getting a proper hello from her anymore. "The basket is on the table and I put a blanket in there as well" she says rushing me over to where she's put it and it's at that moment she finally notices my appearance.
"You really like him don't you?" she ask, smugness laced in her tone as her efforts of matchmaking are slowly succeeding. "No! Yes...I don't know" I deny but I backtrack immediately since I really do like him. "I haven't been interested in anyone in years and so I don't want to try too hard but I don't know" I somewhat admit to myself, as well my mom that I'm really starting to warm up to the idea of being with someone again.
"It's okay love, he hasn't been with anyone in a really long time either" she says and I furrow my brow, "How do you know that?".
"Well Mrs. Jeon and I were talking about it last night and it seems like ever since his wife died he's been really closed off to love or the idea of dating again. He's tried a few times but they never went beyond a second or third date" she relays and I nod my head, distracting myself with looking through all of the things she had placed in the basket.
I try not to let any expression spread across my face since I don't know how to feel. I don't want to say I'm happy that things didn't work out between him and another woman but it's also sad to think about how Jungkook might've felt when his wife passed in such a traumatic way.
"Thank you for telling me but I think I should start learning more about him when he feels comfortable talking to me about it. It's only fair right? I'm sure he hasn't asked too much about me and my past so I guess shouldn't either" I say and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"But he has" she says when my mouth is full making me spit it into the sink that was thankfully right in front of me. "He what?" I cough, trying to compose myself as I learn this tidbit of information. "He has asked about you. In fact I was on the phone with her right before you got here" I grab a paper towel to dab off whatever water I have left on me but before I'm able to respond we hear the doorbell ringing.
"I'll get it" she say knowingly, giving me another second to calm down before I have to face him. I take a few deep breaths, fix my hair and check my reflection as best as I can in the smudged steel finish on the fridge while listening to my mother greet them at the door.
While Jungkook and my mother exchange a few words I peek around the corner and notice Juni slightly tugging on my mom's pant leg.
"Excuse me but where's the pretty lady?" she asks and I have to hold back the coos I want to let out so badly, my heart already a puddle at the sight of her pleading eyes wanting to see me.
"Why don't you go look for her?" she says and when Jungkook looks up his eyes meet mine immediately for just a second but long enough to know my cover is blown. I duck back into the kitchen to hide, convincing myself that he didn't see me when he clearly did.
"Go on" he says softly when Juni no doubt looks up at him for approval and my mother follows behind her as Juni walks in the completely opposite direction from where I am, my mom trailing behind her, giving no hints and letting her explore on her own.
I assume that Jungkook follows them but when I hear what sounds like his footsteps get closer and not further away I tiptoe my way into the pantry, completely mortified that I know now for a fact that he caught me staring at them.
I close the door almost all the way and ten seconds later I watch as his form passes by the little crack in the doorway. I hold my breath as if that might help but there's only one way in and one way out of this kitchen and both him and I know that.
Why did I even hide? What was I thinking? Way to start things off on the right foot.
While I'm busy scolding myself I forget to pay attention and stumble back when he opens the door.
"Got ya" he chuckles and I clear my throat, "Yeah I uh, I guess you did" I say, trying to lean back against one of the shelves, stumbling over a box instead but quickly recovering.
"Why are you hiding?" he chuckles, leaning up against the door frame and crossing his arms making me look down and notice how one of them is completely covered in tattoos.
I had never specifically been attracted to tattoos before but on him...
I lose track of what he had said and only realize I had left a lull in the conversation when he clears his throat.
"Oh I-" I start off but when I hear my mother and Juni's voices in the other room I grab his shirt and pull him in, making him stumble inside, closing the door right away.
It's only when he hits the switch to turn the light on that I realize what I had done.
"I-" I try to apologize but when I look up at him I notice that there's something in the way he's looking at me that I have never seen before, making my words die in my throat.
We stand there for what feels like hours but had only been mere moments just observing each other, watching those small changes of expressions and I start to feel dizzy under his gaze.
The tension between us clear and building but it's only when he opens his mouth to say something that the door is thrown open and we're met with a squeal from Juni.
She runs into the closet and grabs onto Jungkook's leg making him stumble forward and as a result pins me against the shelf, his hands resting on either side of me.
It's like the universe is playing some sort of sick and twisted joke on us, constantly putting us in situations like these and yet we had only just become reacquainted with each other last night.
"I found you!" Juni squeals again, giggles as her cries of victory and she soon pulls on Jungkook's leg to try and separate us.
"Daddy I wanna play with the pretty lady" Juni pouts and in her efforts of trying to pull him off of me he actually loses his footing and stumbles, our bodies fully flush against each other now, his face just inches away from mine.
I blink up at him and he does the same to me, both of us frozen and not really knowing what to do. It's only when my mother chimes in and asks Juni to come with her to get a snack that that little bubble that had formed around us had been popped.
"I...sorry... I uh, tripped...you know...with Juni and everything" he says, fumbling his words like a school boy, taking a few steps back to be at a respectful distance again.
"Yeah no it's fine. I um, I shouldn't have pulled you in here in the first place" I admit and he smirks, remembering the point that lead us up to the little predicament we're in.
"Why did you pull me in here?" he smiles, glancing over at where my mom has Juni plopped down on the kitchen counter with a popsicle in her hand. "I take hide and seek very seriously" I explain, me being the one crossing my arms now and he chuckles at my lame excuse for my actions but accepts it anyways.
"Right" he says and offers me a hand to lead me out which I reluctantly accept.
"Mom she'll spoil her dinner" I say, scolding her with Juni just lost in the flavor and sheer size of it. To be fair it looks adorable in her little hands.
"It's alright, a little sugar won't hurt her. Plus we're still going to the park right?" he asks and I look at him and nod. "Right" I agree and lift Juni off the counter to set her on her feet.
"Hi Miss y/n" she says with a bright smile with her lips and tongue stained a bright shade of red from the cherry flavor.
"Hi Juni" I say and fix her little sun dress that she's wearing, it's almost as if we had planned to match and when she notices me straightening out her dress she looks at mine and also notices the similarity right away.
"Look Daddy! Miss y/n and I are matching!" she says with the toothiest grin I've ever seen, her front two teeth standing out just a little bit more making it another cute little trait she shares with her father.
Although who knows if she'll keep that once she starts losing her teeth I think to myself and quickly fix her hair as well since it's gotten a bit ruffled in the excitement of it all.
"That's right baby, you both look so beautiful" he says making my heart skip a beat.
When I look over at him he's giving me a similar adoring look he gave Juni just moments ago making it even harder for me to not melt into a puddle.
I'm beginning to notice that these two really know how to tug on a person's heartstrings, it's almost as if it were as easy as breathing and that's something that's gonna take a while to get used to.
"Can we go to the park now, please?" Juni asks, her eyes going back and forth between the two of us and when I look over at Jungkook he nods.
"Sure, are you ready?" I ask, turning back to Juni and she jumps up and down and chants 'Yes' over and over again like she had done this morning on the phone.
"Alright let's go" I say and with one hand clutching her popsicle for dear life she uses the other one to grab mine and drags me towards the front door.
"Juni be careful" Jungkook scolds but I turn back towards him and assure him not to worry and I can see how he relaxes at that.
She's a little bouncing ball of sunshine, emphasis on the bouncing since she can hardly sit still most of the time unless she's eating, and even then she's dancing around and smiling happily.
I swear if this girl gets any sweeter I'm gonna start getting a toothache.
I let go of Juni's hand while my mother entertains her so we can make sure we have everything before we head out and when I try to turn around to grab my cardigan Jungkooks already grabbing it and holding it out to help me put it on.
"Oh! I can-" "I know" he cuts me off but doesn't make any moves to give it to me so I turn my back to him and let him do as he pleases, sliding it up my arms and over my shoulders.
He runs his hands down my arms, no doubt as an excuse to smooth it all out but it causes a slight shiver to run through my system and he let's go, surprised at the reaction.
"You sure you're gonna be warm enough?" he asks, a hint of amusement laced in his tone making my cheeks heat up but I nod my head and quickly rush over to the table where the basket is so I don't have to face him but he takes it from me as soon as my fingers brush the handle, making our hands touch.
"I can carry that" I counter and he shakes his head, "No I'll carry it, someone's gotta hold Juni's hand while we walk there" he says, clearly delegating our respective duties and I smile and nod again.
"Deal" and at that we're out the door.
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"Higher Daddy higher!" Juni squeals while Jungkook pushes her on the swing, his arms no doubt getting a little tired since she's been on it for the past ten minutes now and I can see he's losing momentum with every push.
"Daddy's tired Juni. Can you swing on your own now? You know, just like I taught you" he suggests and she thinks about it for a second before saying a quick 'Okay' and clumsily moving her legs back and forth to keep the momentum going.
I smile as I watch Jungkook stumble over towards where I've been sitting on the blanket and watching them, adoring their father daughter relationship.
"You're so good with her" I praise when he sits down and hand him a cold water bottle which he accepts right away and downs half of it.
"You think so?" he asks, always unsure of himself but I couldn't think of a more perfect father than him.
"I know so. She's lucky to have a loving devoted father like you" I say and he smiles softly, grabbing one of the strawberries that my mother had packed for us.
"You flatter me" he says, a slight blush blooming on his cheeks making me feel almost smitten with him. "It's the truth" I reenforce what I've said and he shakes his head, finishing off the fruit in his mouth.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough, you know? Like there's only so much I could give her" he says and I can tell from how his body language has changed that he's really thinking about how he wishes her mother could be here for her too.
"What was her name?" I ask and he looks at me curiously, not knowing that I'm on the same page as him yet.
"Your wife, what was her name?" I say tentatively but when he registers it I quickly backtrack.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me that. I just figured that you might've been...well..." I trail off and we sit there in silence watching Juni swing back and forth, back and forth until he decides to speak up.
"Julie" he says softly, as if it had been years since he had spoken it.
"Her name was Julie" he says and when I look over at him I can see the melancholy expression he's trying to hide.
"That's a beautiful name, did you want Juni's name to sound similar to her's?" I ask, not wanting to make this conversation go dark but knowing that talking about her might cheer him up.
"Well, kinda. We wanted something that combined both of our names. It's silly, I know" he mumbles getting bashful about it.
"It's not silly, it's wonderful to see in a way that both you and Juni are still carrying her with you everyday. It's a beautiful way to pay tribute to her" I reassure him and he smiles at me, mouthing a silent thank you.
"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have pried" I apologize again, seeing that it still has him feeling down.
"No it's okay, it's nice to talk about her every once in a while. Thank you, for that" him now reassuring me and I nod, both of us left in silence for a while before Juni runs up to us.
"Daddy what's wrong?" she asks, seeing the clearly deflated Jungkook as she gets closer and it's good to see that instead of brushing it off like it's nothing he doesn't hesitate to tell her how he's feeling.
"I'm just a little sad, Ms. y/n and I were just talking about Mommy" he explains and she gets almost a look of understanding which is surprising for someone of her age.
"Please don't be sad Daddy, remember you said Mommy is always watching over us right?" she says, giving him the talk that he's clearly had with her a time or two.
"Right" he says, brightening up just a bit.
"And she wouldn't want to see us sad when we think about her right?" she continues, an slightly stern tone creeping up which makes both Jungkook and I smile.
"Right" he echos again and she nods her head in agreement.
"You always tell me to look in the mirror and touch my nose, and my ears and my lips and everything else that you say reminds you of her and you tell me that she'll always be right here with me. So that means when I'm here with you she's here too right?" she asks again and he chuckles.
"When did you get so smart?" he says, grabbing her and starts tickling her, making her squirm all over the place and when he finally has mercy on her and she catches her breath she answers.
"Well I am turning five soon" she says matter-o-factly and I can't help but chuckle at that. "Oh right, how could I forget" he over exaggerates and she giggles, grabbing his shoulder before leaning in to whisper something.
"Daddy can we show the pretty lady a picture of Mommy?" she says almost at full volume leaving him flinching back. It's adorable how she still hasn't figured out this whole whispering thing. "Sure baby" he obliges and pulls out his phone, picking out one and handing it to her so she can show it to me.
She surprises me by plopping down in my lap and putting the phone way too close to my face.
"This is my Mommy, her name is Julie" she says proudly and my heart can't help but ache thinking this is the only way she's known her mother.
"She's beautiful Juni" I say, putting my hand on top of her hand that's holding the phone and pulling it back so I can see the picture properly.
"You really do have your mom's nose" I chuckle when I notice the same curved button nose they share leaving me booping her's and making her smile. She scrolls through a couple more photos giving me little bits of commentary that no doubt Jungkook has told her as she grew up and it's when I hear the soft click of a camera that I look back up at him.
"Sorry, it was too perfect not to" he says, seemly enjoying watching the two of us and I can't help the way my heart skips a beat making me shy all over again.
"Can we take some more pictures?" Juni asks, wrapping her little arms around my neck and squishing my face against her's leaving me laughing at how adorable this all is.
Jungkook obliges and we take picture after picture after picture together until Juni is satisfied and has run off to play again.
"I didn't even know that you brought that" I say, watching as he fiddles around with the camera, flipping through the photos he just took.
"It was on the table right behind the basket" he explains and now that I think about it I do remember seeing the corner of a camera bag sitting next to it.
He smiles as he looks at the pictures and I lean over to catch a glance at them but he pulls it back out of my reach. "Hey!" I chuckle and he shakes his head. "Not until they're edited" he refuses and I scoff.
"You're not actually going to edit them are you?" I say, nervous at the thought of him spending hours looking at those pictures.
"Why wouldn't I?" he asks as if I had said something confusing. "Well I mean, aren't you busy with work? I doubt you would want to take extra time out of your day to play around with them" I explain and he smiles.
"Let me take a few more and then I'll let you see them" he says, angling his body so he's facing me. "Did you want me to call Juni back?" I ask but when I try he stops me with another click and I look back at him confused.
"I meant of just you" he says simply but I can tell he feels a bit bashful from the way he's started to hide behind the camera.
"I'm not used to being the one in front of the camera" I say, trying to figure out exactly how to pose but he chuckles and puts the camera down a little to take a good look at me.
"I don't see why not, you're beautiful" he says casually as if those words hadn't sent my heart into overdrive. "I-" I start but the words just don't come out, especially when he places the camera down and leans in closer.
He takes my hand and places it on the blanket so I can lean on it, places the other in my lap, angles my shoulders slightly away from him and takes my chin and softly tilts my head up, making the sunlight peer down on my face through the leaves of the tree we're under.
"Just relax" he says, acting as if I could possibly relax after he had his hands all over me, posing me just how he wanted.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to clear my head and once I start to get that sense of serenity I hear a few soft clicks from his camera, taking picture after picture, him adjusting my pose by hand every time.
"Daddy!" is the next thing we hear after who knows how long with the sight of Juni running over to us all covered in mud.
"Is this your daughter?" a woman who is clearly out of breath says while trailing after Juni.
"Juni what happened?" I chuckle, seeing that she's as happy as can be with a few smudges of dirt on her face and her dress all muddy.
"Her and my son were playing over there and I guess he convinced her to jump in the mud and well..." she says, motioning towards Juni where I'm trying to clean her off as best as I can.
"I hope she didn't cause you any trouble" Jungkook says, now feeling a bit guilty about the situation since he had taken his eye off her for a second.
"No, not at all. If anything I should be apologizing for my son. I swear we look away for one second and he's as dirty as can be" she chuckles, finally close to catching her breath.
"Can you tell the nice lady thank you for bringing you back?" Jungkook tells Juni and she does as she's told and I can see that she has just about as much of an affect on this mom as she does with me.
If Jungkook's not careful she can use her cuteness for mass destruction if left unchecked.
We hear a boy calling out for his mom that looks just like the woman in front of us now with no doubt her husband trailing after him.
"Mom, Dad says it's time to go home" he says, his state twice as bad as Juni's. What is it with kids these days and mud? I chuckle to myself and when the boy notices Jungkook and I with Juni he gets a little shy.
"Oh, hello" he says before he goes and hides behind his mother's leg, "Oh so now you wanna be shy?" his dad teases and snatches him out from his hiding space and whispers no doubt an encouragement for him to apologize.
"I'm sorry for getting her all dirty. She was just really nice and I wanted to have fun with her" he mumbles and I can see hints of pink peeking through the streaks of dirt on his cheeks just like Juni.
What did I say? Weapon of mass destruction.
"It's okay sweetie, I'm just glad you had fun" I say, brushing off his apology and when he looks up at me now I can see that his blush deepens and opts to hide behind his Dad's leg this time.
"Alright well say goodbye" his mom says and he mumbles a quiet goodbye and gives Juni a shy wave compared to hers being one to match her outgoing and bubbly self.
"Can we play again tomorrow?" Juni asks him and he looks up at his parents for approval. "We usually come here around this time everyday after school so you just have to ask your Mommy and Daddy if you can come again" she says and when I try to deny her claims Jungkook jumps in before I can get a word out.
"We'll be here" he says and Juni smiles so wide.
"See you tomorrow!" she calls out to them and the trio waves goodbye one last time before heading to their car.
"Mommy and Daddy?" I turn to Jungkook while Juni is busy doing a little happy dance before taking a drink of her juice box.
"Well I um, I guess they couldn't help but think we're her parents so it felt best to not correct them" he says while rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink just like the little boy's were when he was looking at Juni.
"Right, and when they say something tomorrow?" I tease and he clears his throat, no doubt not thinking this whole thing through.
"Well I guess there's no harm in faking it?" he says and now I'm the one that's nervous.
"Faking it? You mean you want me to pretend to be Juni's mom? Why?" I ask, flustered by the thought of it.
"I'm sorry I guess I didn't think about how you might feel about it. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable" he apologizes but I rush to explain myself.
"I'm not uncomfortable I'm just shocked that you would want to go along with something like that to keep up appearances for people that we hardly know" I say, trying to figure out where his head is at.
"Sorry that was a stupid suggestion we don't have to do it if you don't want to" he says and I shake my head.
"I mean I want to, but do you? I mean what about Juni? What's she gonna think?" I ask and watch as she chases a butterfly that has caught her eye. "We can just tell her we're playing pretend" he says and I raise a brow at him.
"That's the best you got?" I ask and he chuckles nervously. It's funny to see that a tall, strong, handsome man like him is getting so shy about this but I'll play along.
I just don't want to confuse Juni.
"Juni can you come here for a second?" Jungkook calls and she turns and runs over to us right away, looking between the two of us since we're both looking at her with no doubt some very strange expressions.
"You like to play pretend right?" he asks and she brightens up at the thought, "It's my favorite thing to do!" she says, twirling around in her very adorable muddy dress.
"How would you feel if we started playing pretend with Ms. y/n?" he asks and she gets even more excited and does her little chanting of 'Yes' over and over again, a very adorable habit of hers.
"So this is what we're gonna do, whenever we're out and about with Ms. y/n we're going to pretend like we're a family. You'll be the Baby, I'll be the Daddy and Ms. y/n will be the Mommy. Does that sound alright to you?" he asks and she giggles and looks between the two of us, clearly loving the idea.
"Yes let's do it!" she says, fully confident in her playing pretend skillset.
"Alright Juni but there's one little rule" he says and she comes in close, knowing that this part is probably a secret.
"You can't call her Mommy in front of her parents or grandma and grandpa, got it?" he says and I fully agree with him. We don't need to get their hopes up when we still don't know exactly what we are.
"Got it! Mommy?" she asks, getting my attention and trying on the name for size and I answer to it right away, somehow feeling almost natural already.
"Yes Juni?" I ask, and she looks over at the playground for a second before looking back over at me. "Can I go play for just a little while longer?" she asks, holding her hands together and giving me the cutest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.
"Go ahead" I say and she giggles and rushes off to run around just for a little while longer like she said.
"It suits you" Jungkook says and I look over at him curiously, "What does?" I ask with a tilt of my head.
"You being a mom" he says and the words die in my throat. I've always been told I'd be a good mother when the time came but hearing it from him after what we just agreed to do just...
"Thank you" I say, my heart squeezing in a painful but also grateful way and he gives me a smile before he places his hand on my waist for a second to solidify his sincerity before walking a bit closer to the playground to watch Juni.
I decide to start packing up the stuff we had brought and by the time Juni is dragging her feet back over to me and completely out of breath I've got everything ready to go.
"You tired?" I ask and she nods her head, her blinks getting lazy as a clear sign that it's time for bed.
"Why don't I carry her home...I mean back to my mom's house" I correct myself quickly but I can tell he liked the sound of what I had said, my implication being completely different from what he had imagined.
"It's alright, I can carry her, we've got one pretty dress all muddy so I don't think we need another one" he chuckles.
I pause for a second and pull out the picnic blanket we brought and hold it against myself before picking her up.
"Problem solved" I say and he can't help but smile at my solution and quickly takes Juni's shoes off and wipes her feet clean as best as he can before taking the end of the blanket and tucking it all up so she's practically wrapped up like a burrito.
"You sure you can cary her? She can get a bit heavy when she's sleepy like this, especially since we've gotta walk for a little bit" he offers and I assure him I'm fine.
"What kind of mother would I be if I couldn't carry my child home?" I tease and his eyes widen, clearly having forgotten the little game we're playing.
"How dare I doubt your capabilities as a mother" he chuckles and picks up our stuff, motioning for me to lead the way.
A few minutes go by and we're left in a comfortable silence on our way back to my parent's house and when I decide to speak up he does the same.
"I-" "Tha-", "Sorry you go first" "No that's okay you go first" and we toss it back and forth a few more times before he hits me with the age old "Ladies first".
"Thank you for coming tonight and letting me spend some more time with Juni...well and you of course" I say sheepishly and he smiles.
"I would hope you like spending time with me since you are my wife after all" he teases and now we've switched personalities.
"You know, I think you're getting a little too comfortable with this already" I say and he smiles, playing with his lip piercings that I somehow only noticed right now, the silver glistening from the street lights.
There's so many things I haven't noticed about him yet, or even know about him but somehow everything seems so easy.
"I mean can you blame me? You fit right in with Juni and I. Honestly better than I thought you would" he mumbles the last part to himself and I have to try my absolute hardest not to literally fall for him.
I'm holding his daughter so I would one thousand percent say that now is not the time.
"What?" I ask, asking clarification that he doesn't give. "Oh nothing" he smiles and picks up the pace, leaving me trailing behind him and right when I go to say something else Juni flinches leaving me slowing down and soothing her back to sleep.
"Your Daddy is crazy, you know that?" I whisper to her as if she could hear me but the need to say something was too great.
A minute or two later we're walking up to my mom's house and I twist my body to give him access to the small purse I brought with us and let him fish out the keys to open the door.
When my mom hears us come in she goes to give us a no doubt overly exaggerated welcome home but as soon as she sees a very sleepy Juni in my arms she cuts herself off and switches to a hushed tone.
"Looks like you all had fun" she chuckles and caresses Juni's head for a second, checking to see if she's really asleep and she very much is.
"Maybe a little too much fun" Jungkook chuckles, seeing my mother slowly realize how dirty Juni had gotten.
"She's a cheeky one isn't she?" my mom smiles lovingly and I can't help but wish this whole mom thing with Juni was real.
"She is indeed" Jungkook agrees, and hands my mother the picnic basket.
"Thank you so much for letting me steal your daughter today" Jungkook teases and I can tell that she absolutely loves this.
"Honestly you can keep her. I hardly see her anyways" she says, giving Jungkook permission as well as sending a jab my way.
"Mom" I groan and the both of them smile as if they delighted in my embarrassment.
"I just might" he says softly while looking over at me and I can see my mom picking out the wedding venue as we speak, meanwhile I'm wrestling with myself to stay calm.
We agreed to fake this relationship which means that everything he says is fake...right? I need to separate the real from the delusion but he unfortunately isn't making this any easier.
We say our final goodbyes to my mom and she watches until we walk up to Jungkook's car, no doubt still watching behind the curtain of one of our front windows, spying on us as if her life depended on it. I try to ignore it though because how we end tonight is really important to me.
"Can I ask you something?" I say after he finishes putting Juni in the car, him closing his car door and walking me over to my car just a few feet away.
"Anything" he says while ushering me toward it with a hand on my waist, a slight sign of protection since it's gotten a lot darker than we both realized.
"When you said I fit in better than you thought I would...and that you might keep me, was that a part of this whole faking it thing we have going?" I ask, wanting to have an open line of communication with him.
We're not shy teenagers anymore so as adults I feel like this is something really important to establish.
"Do you want it to be?" he asks, standing in front of me while I lean against my car door. It still very much being locked as a very clear sign that I don't want this to end.
"I mean we just met and..." I say, trailing off because I don't really know what I want. All I know is I like him. I really really like him and his daughter has got me wrapped around her cute little finger.
"I know, we can take this slow. If this whole husband/wife thing is too much for you we don't have to do it" he offers and I shake my head.
"No, no I want to. I just don't want the lines to get too blurry" I explain and he nods his head and leans his hand against the car right next to where I'm standing.
"Blurry lines aren't a problem for me when it comes to you, it's your call though" he says and if my heart wasn't already racing it surely would've been now.
I look up at him and hold my breath when he gets closer my eyes not leaving his and when he leans down I close my eyes, giving into whatever he wants to do to me.
"Goodnight" he whispers, his warm breath fanning my neck making me lose my sense of reality for a second, wanting to lose myself in him without abandon.
I can hardly breathe let alone think straight and he chuckles at that, standing up straight and ghosting his fingers along my jaw before stepping aside, a clear sign for me to get into my car and when I fumble with my keys he takes them and unlocks it, opening the door for me.
I sit down inside and look up at him, indulging myself for a few more seconds. When he hands me my keys he makes our hands touch only for a moment before saying a soft 'Drive safe'.
When he closes the door for me I finally let out that breath I had desperately been holding back, watching as he walks back to his car with his little Juni still sound asleep.
I watch him pull out of the driveway and decide that even the way he drives is irresistible, giving me a small wave before he goes and while I'm lost in thought I almost jump out of my skin when I hear my phone ringing and my mom's name pops up.
"Mom I really can't talk right now" I say, putting her on speakerphone and starting the car.
"Do not give me that y/n I am your mother and set you up with this man so tell me what is going on" she says and I sigh, checking all my mirrors and heading out as well just seconds later.
"To be honest mom I don't even know. He's showing me very very clear signs that he's interested in me but I can't really say much of anything else at this point" I admit, the realization that the state of our relationship is anything but normal.
"We just met last night and things are progressing fast, like really fast" I sigh, stopping at a red light, thankfully giving me a second to think.
"Well I'd say this is all a good sign. I mean you're both in your thirties honey so adult relationships can progress a lot faster than when you're younger. He's a man that clearly knows what he wants and he wants you. So go for it" she encourages and I take it all in.
"You're biased because you're my mother and would love to have his parents as your in-laws" I say and she scoffs. "Yes but that's not the point. You would be a fool if you let a man like him walk out of your life" she scolds and I know she's right.
"I'll do my best to keep an open mind. But please don't talk to his mom yet, or at least not tonight. I don't need both of you losing sleep over this" I warn her but I know she'll do as she pleases no matter what.
"You know I can't do that, but I'll do my best" she says and that is the biggest lie she's ever told but I'm not surprised since we dangled this whole thing right in front of her face.
"You called her already didn't you?" I sigh and she chuckles. "As soon as I closed the door" she admits and I sigh, not the slightest bit surprised.
"Alright mom well I gotta go but we'll talk again soon" I say, pulling into my parking spot and turning off the car.
"Okay well keep me updated" she says and I can't help but roll my eyes.
"Between you and Mrs. Jeon I'm sure you can keep each other in the loop" I say, putting my keys in the lock and closing the door behind me when I step into my apartment.
"But I gotta go alright, I'll talk to you later" I say once again and hang up as soon as she says goodbye.
"Hi Salem" I sigh, watching as he jumps down from his cat tree and stretches before walking up to me, rubbing against my leg before walking over to his food bowl, clearly requesting the very late dinner I'm giving him. "I'm sorry boy, I guess I gotta get you one of those timed feeders now from the looks of it" I apologize and give him his food right away.
I put a couple treats into his bowl as well as an apology and make my way back to my room to jump in the shower and think about everything that happened today.
Jungkook basically admitted that he wants to get to know me better because he clearly feels like he can see a future between us and to be honest I pretty much feel the same way. It could be that we've caught a severe case of puppy love but I think we both know that this could potentially go somewhere.
I love spending time with him and Juni, granted this is only the second time we've spent time together but still I can't get over the fact of how natural it all felt.
Then he goes and pulls this whole pretend to be married business and now he's telling me he doesn't mind if the lines are blurred between us.
This is all way too much for one day but I can't deny that I'm not enjoying the journey. This is progressing a whole lot faster than I thought it would but that doesn't necessarily mean that's a bad thing.
I guess we've both got a whole lot of learning to do.
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miss honey | jack hughes social media au (pt.3)
pt.2
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jackhughes speaking with bar down about this season and what you can expect from us!
colecaufield we're sweeping y'all, get ready!
l_hughes06 in your dreams little man
_quinnhughes oh wow very grown man of you jackie, they're giving you responsibilities woww
_alexturcotte question: will it all be "uh" and "ahh" ? i don't want to get bored while on the treadmill
curtislazar95 i should've been the one invited to do this, i've always been told i've got a good face for the radio!
l_hughes06 it'll be on digital platforms, grandpa
curtislazar95 rusty! buddy! nobody asked you
yournamelastname great just what we needed another man with access to a microphone
jackhughes you didn't mind me having a microphone while i saved your ass from making a fool of yourself at karaoke
yournamelastname that was the worst rendition of pink pony club i've ever heard though
yournamelastname
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yournamelastname got to sit up front // JACKass relegated me to the back after half an hour #homebound
jackhughes yeah and if you complain about it again i'm tying you to the roof the rest of the drive
trevorzegras bro are you commenting while driving???? don't put miss honey in danger like that
jackhughes we're at a rest stop, dumbass
yournamelastname miss honey??
trevorzegras yeah like the teacher in matilda 😇 the cute, nice one, i mean
yournamelastname that's so sweet trev 😭
jackhughes oh it's trev now is it
l_hughes06 to be fair i really needed to stretch my legs so the trade was merciful
yournamelastname it's not my fault you're built like a giraffe my dude (love you just the same, pookums)
elblue6 if i told you jack and y/n used to be the sweetest to each other would you believe me
nicohischier no
colecaufield no
_alexturcotte no
trevorzegras no
l_hughes06 my memory doesn't go that far back, so no
_quinnhughes i was there and even i don't believe it
elblue06🔒
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elblue6 i told you these babies were once on amicable terms!
l_hughes06 this looks fake
_quinnhughes mom they're literally biting each other's heads off over dinner i want to jump into the lake and not come out
bradytkachuk i've seen this before mrs hughes they'll end up married
yournamelastname delete immediately
colecaufield i love friends to enemies to lovers
jackhughes WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
colecaufield that's a book trope you illiterate ape
jackhughes i literally read 50 books a year
colecaufield none that matter though
yournamelastname that's not me!!
jackhughes don't lie
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l_hughes6 meet our new roommate! ((bear, not Y/N))
jackhughes thank god
yournamelastname you WISH i was your roommate
jackhughes i would move out
yournamelastname great! i could live with luke and bear!
trevorzegras oh miss honey you might be cuter than the puppy
jackhughes would you stop it
yournamelastname no he can go on
colecaufield that's.... 👀👀👀👀
jackhughes do you have a death wish z
yournamelastname i'm not THAT bad
jackhughes not what i meant
colecaufield 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️
pt. 4
#inktopuck#inktopuck miss honey#nhl#nhl fic#nhl x reader#hughes brothers#quinn hughes#l. hughes#l hughes#q hughes#j. hughes#j hughes#jack hughes#luke hughes#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x you#jack hughes x oc#jack hughes au#jack hughes fanfic#jack hughes fic#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes social#jack hughes social media au
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decided to repost this fic with ACTUAL smut now that im no longer a loser, enjoy guys:
i actually want to cry so bad that i deleted this poor anon's request on accident cuz it was so good, ANON. IF YOU'RE OUT THERE. IM SO SORRY!!!!
here's the premise: avenger!reader finding out that bucky is a pornstar and asks if he wants to practice with her !!!
let's just say that bucky like didnt fall of the train and isn't as traumatised LOL
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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ... ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆ ╰┈➤ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𐙚
♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: s&m by rihanna (4:04)
✰ word count: 2.1k+ (yes. you read that right..)
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Bucky wasn't expecting you to come to him with that proposition, not in a million years. He wasn't expecting the sweet, innocent, and very much a superhero-self to be interested in him and his work.
But the problem is his work isn't the most respectable thing in the world and Bucky still didn't know you exactly found out that he did sex work in the first place and how long you've been watching you before. However, when you came up to him at a party and said "Maybe you'd want to practice with me? I'd be down.." At first he didn't know what you meant, but as soon as it clicked in his mind - he realised that the what he thought was innocent girl that he had a harmless crush on and flirted with almost every time he saw her for a year was now asking to fuck him. On camera might he just add. And how could he say no to you?
When Bucky texted you the next day about it, you weren't really betting on the fact that he thought it was serious and just thought it was a joke. "wanna practice at mine?" and then it all aligned, you were just trying to flirt, but now - right now, Bucky was now asking you to come over to help him 'practice'.
"My face won't be in it, will it?" You said shrugging off your coat at Bucky's apartment door. "What you afraid of people finding out that the superhero that has saved the world multiple times fucks like an animal?" Your jaw dropped at that. "How?--" "Whenever I'm over at Avengers tower the walls aren't exactly soundproof." "You can't just say that." "I just did, and I would like a demonstration to be honest."
And now, you were underneath Bucky - still in your clothes as he set up and fumbled with the camera beside the bed. "Is it recording?" He'd let out a hum, continuing to fumble with it. "..Should-- be." You were just tired, and horny - to put it lightly. You thought it was kind of endearing how he fiddled with the camera trying to make sure everything was perfect.
You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him into a searing kiss - he reciprocated almost immediately after faltering for a moment, he'd pull back. "Listen, doll-- I dont want to watch this back and realise that the camera was the wrong way just give me a minute." "Bucky." You'd pout, he'd sigh. It's kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity that this happens to he's just gotta take what he can get."It'll have to do then.." When your pout was replaced with a pout, he couldn't help himself - locking you in a kiss.
His mind almost short-circuited as you grabbed his hand, moving it to your waist - his hand instinctively tightened. He's had other girls before, sure, but none of them were you. As the kisses turned heated and more open mouthed, Bucky's hand moved underneath your shirt, his hand splayed out on your abdomen - pushing it up slowly.
He pulled back for a moment, taking note of how you chased him - wanting more. Bucky chuckled a bit at that, "Give me a minute, doll." He'd pull your shirt off with your assistance, chucking it aside. He let out a low appreciative whistle, looking you up and down. "Jesus, you're beautiful.." "Bucky--" You just realised you said his name on the recording, "Wait, shit." "It's fine, doll. I can cut it out, say my name as much as you want." The suggestiveness of the comment made your face blush, not even noticing the fact that Bucky unclipping your bra tossing it aside aswell. "Pretty lil' thing.."
His shirt curled in your hands, "Off- please.." You wanted to see all of him. He let out a hum, pushing it off the bed - joining the rest of the clothes.
His hands slid down your chest, moving underneath your jeans to feel your slick panties, he let out a chuckle. "Already this wet, doll?"
"Shut the fuck up.." You'd pull him into a kiss, taking note of the surprised noise that you extracted from his lips. His hand moving your panties aside to glide through your slick folds, a small groan being soaked up by your lips on his.
You pushed his hand away, confused he broke the kiss - looking down at you. "Did I do something wrong?" "No-- you idiot, I'm just getting these god-forsaken jeans off of me." "Oh, right." He said with an embarassed chuckle.
As he saw you fumbling a bit with your jeans, he helped you with unbuttoning them. "Lift up your hips." You looked at him with a raised brow, "Lift." He repeated, you obeyed - with a swift motion he pulled your jeans off your body, leaving you in just your panties that were properly soaked.
"So fucking pretty." He muttered to himself, resting back on his heels as he looked over you. "Are you just going to stare?" "Fuck no." And in a moment, his lips were on yours again - sharing the same passion as the ones before.
His hand dragged down from your chest, over your abdomen, to the edge of your panties. Taking a moment to break from the kiss to bring his hand to his lips - wetting his ring and middle finger, maintaining eye contact with you - which made your jaw drop.
His hand snaked back down to your wet panties, pulling them aside with ease and gathering your arousal with his fingers as he slowly worked his fingers inside you - a moan coming from your mouth. As you placed a hand to his shoulder, the stretch of his fingers foreign.
"Shh-- baby, it'll feel so good, just give it a minute." He started slowly pumping his fingers, trying to find that spot inside of you. As the sting slowly subsided, pleasure replaced it.
Your head dropped back against the pillows, his lips moved to your neck. His thumb moving to graze your clit in agonising circles.
"Feel good, doll?" "Mm--"
He then slipped his fingers out of you, directing your shaky hands to his belt - he noticed how you faltered. "Hey-- we can stop anytime. Just say the word, and I'll stop recording. Yeah?" "I'm okay-- just not used to putting up a show." "You're okay, baby. You're doing so well" He'd place a soft kiss to your lips.
Your hands slowly worked his belt out from his pant hoops, you noticed the expensive branding flashes on the metal of the belt. "You buy this with porn money?" A chuckle left him, "Don't call it porn money.." You just stared at him, a small smile on your face as you waited for an answer. "Yeah-- I did, and soon.." He'd place a kiss to your nose, "You'll be able to buy whatever the fuck you want."
"Yeah?.." You dragged a hand down his chest, hands moving to slowly unbutton his jeans. A smirk graced his face, "Yeah." His hand played with the strap of your shirt, his attention solely focused on you.
After clothes were stripped, you just sat there on the bed looking up at him - not really knowing where to go from there. He moved foward, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he slowly placed a kiss to your lips. You placed a hand into his hair, the kiss slowly becoming more heated.
Your head settled back into the pillows and sheets, Bucky following every move. Your hand moved from his hair, down his chest - dragging a finger over his hipbone. "I didn't expect you to be a tease." "You wanted a demonstration, I'm giving you the full, real experience." "Mhm." You then took his cock into your hand, pumping it slowly exhibiting a groan from him. He was bigger than other guys you've had before, but then you reminded himself that he was literally a pornstar.
He then switched up the position between you, pulling you up into his lap - chest to chest, snuggly pressed up against eachother. He'd position himself at your entrance, his tip grazing you - making your hips unintentionally buck foward. "Eager." He said with a chuckle, hands being placed onto your thighs - slowly pushing you down onto his cock.
A small moan left your lips, your head resting on his shoulder as you adjusted. "There you go, sweet girl." He'd place a kiss to your cheek, the praise making you wetter, if that was possible. "Tell me when to move." You took a moment to gather the words, tapping his shoulder. "Move-- move, you can go." He slowly started to move his hips in tandem with yours, he decided to test the waters a bit - fully removing himself from you earning a whimper from you before bottoming out in you, causing your fingernails to dig in his back.
"You-- god... you have no fucking idea how long I've wanted this." He muttered, not really expecting you to recognise what he said by the way you were latched onto him like life support.
"Look at me." "Hm?" Your mind felt hazy with every thrust he performed, "Look at me, baby." You slowly pulled your head up to look at him in the eyes, he felt the way you clenched around him as you saw him - hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips red and kissed. And that flipped something in your brain, pulling him into a searing kiss as your hips moved on its on - riding him feverishly.
Every small touch, every small movement put your mind into overdrive, focusing purely on the way he grabbed onto you like you'd disappear otherwise, muttered praises into your ear, the way his hands dragged over your body like he was committing every curve and feeling into his mind.
This was more than performing for some video, it was so much more.
You felt the familiar coil start up in your stomach, god if you could see yourself. You were probably a mess, hair disheveled, makeup ruined from the tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, but that didn't stop you - infact it fuelled you.
Bouncing on his lap like you needed it to live, feeling the way he fitted you perfectly but treated you like you would break if he went to harshly - you wanted him to ruin you.
His hand dragged down from a supporting hand around your waist to rub fast circles around your clit, placing his fingers into his mouth to wet them before continuing his ministrations. His eyes were focused on you, solely you - not the camera, not performing. Watching your reactions, hearing your moans that were caused from him.
You saw white as you came around him, laying your head on his shoulder - spent, letting him use you in any goddamn way he pleases to cum. "So good baby.." He muttered, continuing speaking praises to you as his hips snapped up into you.
He pulled out, his head resting back on the headboard of the bed, eyes closed as he came onto your stomach.
You both just sat there for a moment, enjoying the silence that was your panted breaths. "What a performance." You joked, "You deserve an award for that one." "Mm.."
As you caught your breath, you looked up at him. "I want to continue doing this with you." "..What? As in the filming thing?" "No-- no, no cameras. Only us." "Are you asking me out on a date?" "Poorly." "No cameras, I like that." He'd run a hand through your sweat-soaked hair, "No performing." "You implying that you were faking it that entire time?" He chuckled a bit, "No-- hell no." "Lucky me.." You both sat in silence for a moment, breaths still heaving - cutting through the silence. "Go have a shower, I'll clean up and join you afterwards, okay?" "Okay.." You said with a smile, placing a chaste kiss to his lips as you moved off his lap, thighs aching from the pressure put on them - but it was worth it.
Afterwards, Bucky helped you into the shower - going to check the recording that he expected to be hours long. As he grabbed it, he realised that he didn't even start recording. He'd chuckle a bit as he chucked the camera on the bed, moving into the bathroom to join you in the shower. He wasn't against filming another video with you, and he doubted you'd be against that.
════ ⋆★⋆ ════ SAY IT WITH ME NOWW!! consent is hot, thank you anon, wherever you are, for requesting that. sorry for like not posting recently either??? but i hope this compensates! i like.. put everything into this and idk why, i just fully locked in HAHAHA.
#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel au#marvel smut#marvel fanfic#marvel bucky barnes#bucky barnes#bucky barnes marvel#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#x reader#smut#spaceycat#the winter soldier smut#the winter soldier x reader#the winter soldier#mcu#mcu bucky barnes#holy fuck
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Hey, if anyone else has serious phone anxiety (like meee) but is aware that calling your reps has more of an impact than emails but you're really, really struggling:
They give you scripts for EVERYTHING, you can just call your rep and read them off, and you're good! I've finally done the thing and called and I'm delighted to report it went fine and I didn't die.
I couldn't get their "find your rep" thing to work but luckily, if you don't already know yours, it's very easy information to locate.
Anyway, as someone who really seriously struggles with phone calls (I STRUGGLE TO CALL MY BELOVED AND ADORED PARTNER), this resource finally got me to do it and I'm hoping it'll help someone else.
(Anyone clowning in the notes about how calling your reps is useless or about how "you should have been doing this already" will be deleted, blocked, and if manifestation powers are possible, immediately spill soup on their favorite shirt.)
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(I'm following the other two's examples)
I knew it! Y/n had bottom energy!
Headcanon: there are people in Gotham that know Aranae has a hater and know that it's Y/n. Instead of harassing her, they actually make fanfiction of the two! With the most cheesy and goofy title names.
Aranae's Little Cobweb or hatred caught in a spider's web.
With tags like: Bottom energy!Y/n, Top Energy!Aranae, Toxic Yuri, Doomed Yuri, Aranae x Y/n. (and etc)
They probably give them a ship name like... Hatebug. (Get it? Lovebug pun!)
Wonder what would be the batfams reaction to this "Hatebug" ship?
(Merry Christmas! This is so goofy)
The Batfam would be livid what do you mean Y/N x Aranea has fanfics written about them?!
Barbara immediately works on clearing every fanfic on EVERY site. To which, people double down and post more - just out of spite
Steph is reading through them (before Barb deletes them) and pointing out any mischaracterization of Aranea
Duke is just confused, Aranea and Y/N have never had an interaction before. Why is there suddenly so many fanfics everywhere about the two?!
Cassandra doesn't care, she's confident that it'll never happen!
Dick is at a loss, he doubts it'll happen in real life, but does this mean people are sexualizing them?! (They held hands in one fic he reads)
Jason finds it hilarious but annoying. It was funny the first time, stop. You can't seriously ship the two!
Tim is working with Barbara to clear them, he's also messaging the authors anonymously to explain how horrid it is to make fanfic about something so toxic (he's extremely hypocritical)
Damian goes on a rant about it to whoever listens. It gets to a point the family have enough and tell him to shut up.
Bruce has seen worse, he's seen Batman x Joker. It doesn't make it better but it could always be worse. (At least it isn't Aranea x any of the family)
And collectively, they will be ruder to Y/N - or more standoffish depending on the person. Poor Y/N will have no idea why she's suddenly been treated like she threw a baby off a roof, set fire to an orphanage, joined a cult that kicks puppies and bullies old people (more than usual)
#dc#dc comics#dc universe#dcu#yandere#yandere dc#dc robin#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily#blackbirds feathers
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Pog Champ
Fandom: Stranger Things (Gamer/Streamer/Modern AU)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: You're a Twitch streamer and have been looking to collab with other streamers. You decide to message some of the streamers you watch and follow. To your surprise, some of them reply and agree for a collab. One of those people being Eddie Munson. Based off my imagine here.
A/N: I guess it's a mini series because I didn't want this to end up being a long ass oneshot! So it'll be like 3-5 parts....
Eddie Munson Masterlist
Now that you've grown in your following and viewership, you've hired a team to help you work through the industry. Your manager and publicist both suggested that you start reaching out to streamers that you watch for some collaborations.
You've dm'ed many streamers and influencers. Some have declined, which was a little disheartening. But there were also some that agreed and you worked to schedule something.
One of them was EddieTheBanished aka Eddie Munson. He was big in the RPG community, playing games like World of Warcraft, Dark Souls, or even streaming his own D&D campaign with some of his friends and mods.
You've always wanted to get into D&D but didn't know anyone who played. You took this opportunity to message him on twitter:
CyberCat: hey! I've been following you for a whi-
You pause and start deleting your message and restart again:
CyberCat: hello! i'm messaging you to talk-
No no. It's giving "I wanna take a minute to talk about your car's extended warranty."
"Uuuuggghh!" You throw your head back onto your pillow, staring up at your ceiling.
Just be casual. It's no big deal...except it was because you're kind of a fan of Eddie's and you enjoy his streams.
You just decide to type out:
CyberCat: Hi Eddie! I'm a streamer and I enjoy your content. Wanna collab some time?
Send.
You toss your phone to the foot of your bed like it was on fire. Okay. You did it.
You decide to slide off your bed and head to your streaming desk in the corner of your room. Time to play some games and stream just to drown away your anxiety and anticipation.
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It's Thursday which means it's Eddie's day off from streaming. However, he's still in his streaming room, but he's sitting at his desk strumming his guitar trying to figure out the next verse of the song he's working on.
He's been stumped on this song for a while. He started it weeks ago, but still hasn't finished it. Aside from streaming, music was another one of his passions. He didn't really share this side of himself too much online. But everyone who knew him in real life knew about his love for music, specifically metal and heavy rock.
Eddie lets out a long, deep sigh as he erases another line of lyrics. Frustrated, he places his guitar to the side and picks up his phone.
He taps on twitter and immediately goes to the mentions tab. He sees that he's been tagged in a tweet of a Twitch clip.
He taps on it and it's you, a streamer that he watches and follows, talking, "Yeah so I DM'ed a few streamers for collabs because my team says I should start dipping my toes into collabs." You pause and read off chat, "Who did I DM?"
You cover your mouth with a smirk, "I don't think I should say." You read chat again, "Give you some names? Okay, fuck it, I highly doubt they'd see this! So, I DM'ed Tinakitten, CinnaBrit, MayaHiga, oh, and EddieTheBanished! And tbh, guys, I was the most nervous about DM'ing Eddie. Because I really-okay I watch all of the streamers I named, but I resonate more with Eddie's content. He's cool and funny and he plays Dungeons and Dragons! I've always wanted to learn how to play. So yeah, I don't think he'll see my DM though."
The clip ends and Eddie immediately goes to his DMs. He taps on the "Verified" tab and sees that your DM is the first one at the top. He sees your message and can't help but smile. You're a fan of him and he's a bit of a fan of yours as well. So this is a little surreal for him.
Before he responds, he wants to see if you're still streaming. He pulls up your Twitch account and you have a little under three thousand viewers. You have always had a good amount of people in your community.
Your face pops up. You had just started stream and so you're just chatting with chat.
"Okay, so we have a few things on the list of what I can do for these collabs. What else do you have for me, guys, come on! Lay it on me!"
You're wearing headphones with cat ears on them, an homage to your Twitch username CyberCat.
Your eyes are skimming through the messages that are coming through and your eyes widen, "Wait, why are you guys saying 'Hi, Eddie'?! Please don't tell me he's here!" You hide your face with your hands for a moment, "Oh God. You guys sent him a clip, didn't you?!"
Eddie chuckles and decides to type in chat:
EddieTheBanished: people tagged me in your clip on twitter.
"Goddammit! Guys, I told you not to! You fucking traitors!"
Eddie snorts and types another message:
EddieTheBanished: so about this collab, what did you have in mind?
"What did I have in mind? Well, I mean, if you're down, maybe you can hold a D&D oneshot campaign with me? I've always wanted to play and I don't know anyone who's played. You're also like the number one Twitch streaming DM, in my opinion."
EddieTheBanished: I'm down. I'll reply to your twitter DM with my discord and we can flush out the details there.
"O-Okay! Sounds good!"
EddieTheBanished: have a good rest of your stream!
"Thanks so much! Have a good day!"
Before closing Twitch, he decides gift a hundred subs.
"Holy fuck! Eddie??? What the fuck! Thank you for the one hundred subs! Holy shit! You didn't have to do that!"
Your praises can't help but make Eddie feel pretty good about himself.
He simply sends a winky face in chat and then leaves.
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You end stream feeling like you're floating. EddieTheBanished, aka Eddie Munson, agreed to collab with you and you're STOKED!
You check your DM's and see that he replied with his discord. You add him as a friend and message him:
CyberCat: so you're serious about the collab right? because if you're not, then i'm gonna be super fucking bummed.
EddieTheBanished: I am serious! Are you serious about dipping your toes in D&D.
CyberCat: absolutely. i've watched your campaign streams and it looks so fun and chaotic!
EddieTheBanished: Alright. I'm going to send you a character sheet for you to fill out. If you have questions, just let me know, or we can set up a time to call and I'll walk you through it.
CyberCat: I'll fill it out the best that I can and then hit you up when I'll need help.
EddieTheBanished: [thumbs up]
You stare at your computer in amazement. You just scored your first collab and it's with one of your favorite streamers. Holy shit!
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For the next few weeks, you and Eddie were messaging each other back and forth. It was mainly you asking questions about the stats of your character, which would be best pertaining to the species you chose, etc.
He was very kind and helpful, not to mention he was funny. When you weren't streaming, you often found yourself giggling at your phone because of something Eddie texted.
What started off as a superficial crush started to develop into a real life one, but you couldn't let yourself become delusional. Eddie is, if anything, just an acquaintance, and he would probably never see you as something more. Especially since you two never even met in person and have only been chatting for two weeks.
No. This can't become something more.
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Eddie's face appears on screen and he waves, "Sup losers!" he exclaims while Metallica plays at a low volume in the background.
"Okay, so that oneshot D&D session with CyberCat is happening today. So be on your best behavior!" he points at the camera with a stern look, "We wanna make a good impression, right?!"
PreciousBlorboBoy: if she can handle you then she can handle us.
Eddie narrows his eyes at the screen, "Blorbo, what the fuck's that supposed to mean, huh?!"
There's a bunch of KEKW, LMAOs, and peepo laugh emotes in the chat.
TearStainedGuitar: isn't she a fan of yours? so she should know how we are!
"Regardless! I wanna make sure she has a good experience here, okay?! This is her first collab as a streamer so it's a big deal. Plus...she's cool. So we have to be cool too."
MysticBiter: dude is so stressed about this collab
"I'm not stressed! I just wanna make sure CyberCat's first collab stream is good!"
PreciousBlorboBoy: guys he's blushing so hard.
"I'M NOT BLUSHING!"
He hears the familiar ding from Discord letting him know that you joined the call.
"Who's blushing?" you ask.
"No one! No one's blushing!" He quickly replies.
You chuckle, "Okaaaay?"
He nervously clears his throat, "SO you wanna introduce yourself to my chat while I set this up?"
"Sure!" You clear your throat and begin the introduction, "Hi everyone! I'm CyberCat. You can call me Cat or Y/N. I also stream on Twitch. I'm a variety gamer and I like to play games like Fortnite, Animal Crossing, Infinity Nikki, Valorant, stuff like that. Other than gaming, I love blind boxes, reading, going to cafes, and thrifting! Uuuuhhh, was there anything else you wanted me to say, Eddie?"
"I'm still setting up the screenshare sooo, uh, tell us what you're currently reading?"
"...I don't think I should say."
Eddie pauses and smirks, "Is it fairy porn?"
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE FAIRY PORN?!"
Chat is flooded with "?????", "HUUUUUH?" and "AYO??"
He cackles, "I've seen TikToks, I know that some of you book girls are into freaky stuff."
"TO BE FAIR, I don't explicitly read fairy porn...I read other stuff like-"
"Alien porn?" Eddie finishes with a snicker.
"No! Oh my God. Stop it!"
"Relax, Cat. I'm just messing with you. You ready for this?"
"Yeah! Let's do this!"
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Your POV
"Hello hello!" you wave at your camera, "You guys ready for my first ever collab stream?"
Your chat fills with emotes of chibi you cheering and smiling.
"Good! I'm glad! So, this goes without saying that we need to make a good impression. So if you chat hop, don't be weird or mean. Gotta make a good impression with Eddie and his community. Got it?"
EchoKnight: you nervous?
"Kinda! I mean, Eddie and I have been messaging each other on the side. He helped me create my character and answered all my questions. Oh God, I was being SO annoying to him. Just bombarding him with questions! But he was always so nice and understanding, so I don't feel as nervous as I felt when I first asked him to collab with me."
ZeniPenny: is it weird since you'd watch him on twitch and now you're collabing?
"Not really? I mean, I've gotten to know him more than like just what he's showed and talked about on stream. So that's cool. Anyway, it's getting close to the start time so I'm gonna hop into the Discord call."
"-BLUSHING!"
Your brows furrow, "Who's blushing?" you ask.
"No one! No one's blushing!" He quickly replies.
You chuckle, "Okaaaay?" You click around, setting up the video call on Discord. You have a duel camera setup. One on your face and one pointing down at your desk, focusing on your deskmat and the various dice.
He nervously clears his throat, "SO you wanna introduce yourself to my chat while I set this up?"
"Sure!" You clear your throat, sitting up in your chair more, staring at the screen, "Hi everyone! I'm CyberCat. You can call me Cat or Y/N. I also stream on Twitch. I'm a variety gamer and I like to play games like Fortnite, Animal Crossing, Infinity Nikki, Valorant, stuff like that. Other than gaming, I love blind boxes, reading, going to cafes, and thrifting! Uuuuhhh, was there anything else you wanted me to say, Eddie?"
"I'm still setting up the screenshare sooo, uh, tell us what you're currently reading?"
You pause, rolling you lips inward, "...I don't think I should say."
Eddie asks, "Is it fairy porn?"
You slam your hands on your desk and exclaim into your mic, "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE FAIRY PORN?!"
Your chat floods with question marks, LMAOs, and a blushing peepo emote.
Eddie cackles in response, "I've seen TikToks, I know that some of you book girls are into freaky stuff."
You shake your head, "TO BE FAIR, I don't explicitly read fairy porn...I read other stuff like-"
"Alien porn?" Eddie finishes with a snicker.
"No!" you run your hands down your face, "Oh my God. Stop it!" you could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
ZeniPenny: ...i'm getting secondhand embarrassment
You mute yourself on Discord to scold chat, "Chat, shut the fuck up! We're not bringing this up ever!"
You hear Eddie, "Relax, Cat. I'm just messing with you. You ready for this?"
You unmute yourself to respond, "Yeah! Let's do this!"
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₊˚﹒✶﹒trolls headcanons .ᐟ
brozone, creek & king trollex with a reader going through a breakdown, overthinking and panicking and how they deal with them.
note ; I somehow(?) accidentally deleted the person's ask for this. I don't remember exactly what they asked word for word. (I'm down on my knees apologizing to you rn, I'm so sorry anon 🙏) so hopefully based on my memory this is at least close to what you asked for. I also hope this headcanon is to your liking.
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John Dory
erm. well. let's just say when it comes to dealing with other people's emotions, he's not really the best guy to depend on...
BUT considering he spent years by himself (and rhonda) with no other socialization, plus leaving his brothers behind and coming back to them after awhile out of conscious but seeing them nowhere to be found, he definitely felt lonely and HAD his own breakdowns before.
so he'd understand how you're feeling, or at least try to understand.
when he first saw you breaking down, his first instinct was to ask you questions "why are you breaking down?" "did something happen?"
if he doesn't get a reply from you, he'll respect your boundaries and not ask any further questions. he'll just focus on comforting you in the present, awkwardly patting your back and giving you words of affirmation that he thinks would work. like those motivational phrases or quotes online, maybe even those ones that facebook moms use.
if you do give a reply, he'll sit down next to you and hear you out. sipping a drink and lending his ears for you to vent. he'll keep quiet (internally, he's restraining himself from outing his own opinions on whatever you vented to him about).
In summary, he's a listener. If you let him voice his own opinions, he'll tell you his thoughts and views. more often than not, if he does give advice, it's probably best you don't actually follow them. I feel like he's bad at giving advice...
at least, he's got the spirit!
Spruce/Bruce
this troll has a wife and kids. I'm sure he's knowledgeable in comforting someone when they are breaking down or overthinks a lot.
if you're overthinking, he'll support you and keep you company but he's also honest that helps you actually evaluate your overthinking thoughts and not stress too much about them.
once you come to him looking vulnerable, he'll immediately try to soothe you by rubbing your back gently. yk like those back rubs that puts babies to sleep? yeah, he'll do that.
while he rubs your back, he urges you to take a deep breath and let it all out. so you do. unknowingly you ranted and ranted, every little detail spoken word to word. he just has that affect on people.
lets you know that what you're going through is valid.
once you're all done, he'll give you advice to ease you or if you're not looking for advice, he'll just comfort you until you feel better.
Clay
he literally is in a sad book club, he'll have the knowledge about it and how to deal with it. except...he's slightly bad at executing it.
he'll snap you out of overthinking by yelling positive stuff to you, that are actually...effective???
if you rant to him, he'll listen to you attentively and pat your head afterwards. it's just something natural that he does, honestly head pats are soothing ok.
if you're okay with physical touch, he'll caress your face while giving you actually reassuring words. (LIKE. have you SEEN him literally pinching and squishing branch's face when he first met him after 20 years?!) of course, it's effective, combined with his already nice vibe (I feel like he naturally has a healing presence, he's just a sweet little boring cutie)
his method of comforting you naturally makes you feel better. he doesn't have to try hard because just watching his body language and mannerisms are dorky enough that it'll make you smile. he's unknowingly comforting in a silly dorky way. even with how badly he persists to be a very "serious" guy.
he'll definitely give you a big warm hug after everything.
Floyd
he's literally called the sensitive one. out of the brothers, he's definitely the one who understands you the most.
I don't think I even need to explain, you already know how perfect he is with dealing with stuff like that. like the time he talked to veneer about how his sister treats him and how he shouldn't let her be like that to him.
his face is full of worry if he sees you in a vulnerable state.
he literally gives the best hugs, it's canon, I know it's canon.
this emo mf knows exactly the right words to get you out of your vulnerable state for a while (bc the phrases he gives to others are probably what he wants to hear given to him).
he'll be really patient with you and help you with every step along the way even if you're having a hard time changing your bad traits.
he's also attentive at listening, he'll caress your hands with his thumb with a reassuring smile.
he'll be really sweet at tackling your situation and never makes you feel overwhelmed.
will cry with you tbh.
he's kind of helping himself when he helps you, because he's similar in a way.
Branch
branch was quite the panicker himself during the times when bergens ate trolls.
so he'd also know how to help you deal with it because he understands you.
he had to figure it out himself and was mostly alone to deal with his own vulnerability so he's happy to help you.
he'll look calm, composed and collected externally but even he, himself is slightly panicking on the inside. afraid that he'll let you down or he won't be of much help. don't worry though, he has it all put together after a bit.
If you're panicking, he'll help you focus, calm down and ease your hyperventilation.
"concentrate on your breathing, okay?"
once you've calmed down, he'll provide you with reassuring words.
he'll keep you company and stay with you until you feel composed enough to talk about it with him. he'll lend you an ear.
afterwards, he pats you on the shoulder and gives you advice that worked on him before.
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Creek
as bad as he is, he's literally the best when it comes to relaxation. he has that zen-like wisdom, so he'll calm you down and help you relax if you're panicking or overthinking too much.
just like floyd, he also knows exactly what to say to reassure or cheer someone up.
he'll give you a more positive outlook on whatever happened to you so that you don't overthink it.
tbh his voice itself is enough to calm you down.
he encourages different methods and ways(that he knows of) to you that could help.
King Trollex
this sweet goober offers you all his emotional support.
he feels upset, if you're upset. he's all frowny when he sees you vulnerable.
"can I give you a hug?" ofc he asks for consent.
will hug you tightly (he thinks hugs are a remedy for everything, besides music), quiet sobs are heard as his face is smooshed against your chest. just like bruce, he'll also rub your back soothingly while hugging you.
Intertwines both of your hands and encourages you to put your thoughts into words so that he knows what's going on that head of yours that's overthinking a lot of stuff.
keeps eye contact with you as you rant to him.
"you can get through this." he'll say with his cute smile.
the most he can provide is listening and comfort. he wishes he could help you more.
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Hii!! I want to request some headcanons for LADS boies ~~
How about them with a very famous reader!! How will they plan dates and attend any celebration with their partner!!
interesting request! imo, the biggest issue (in canonical sense) that they all will face due to the Reader being famous is protection. if she's always in limelight, it'll become difficult for them to act as they please in order to protect her..
now on to the request! hope you like it! ♡
LADS men dating a famous reader
XAVIER
⭐ He may be able to erase traces of his own history but he's very bad at dealing with the paparazzi. Any time he senses paparazzi spying on you two during your dates, he uses his evol to teleport you both away.
⭐ However, that doesn't always work. And when it doesn't, he walks right up to them and forces them to delete the pics taken.
⭐ He's never had any issues with your fame but what he doesn't enjoy is the attention it brings upon you, and by extension, upon him as well. Once the news of you dating some deepspace hunter breaks out, he starts getting scouted by random entertainment labels. They think his handsome face and skills will prove amazing for action movies.
⭐ Your fans will try spreading conspiracy theories about how he could be the one behind the infamous masked vigilante named Lumiere. There's also fans who seem to like him and have spread rumors about how he saved you from a hoard of wanderers, causing you to immediately fall for him.
⭐ He's very compliant when it comes to anything to do with you. If there's an event significant for the sake of your career, and if it requires his presence, then he'll quietly accompany you.
⭐ Your stylists are quite taken by him. They always insist on doing his makeup and picking out the outfits that suit his sleeper build. And Xavier complies, his only request being that they make sure his clothes are complementary to yours and that you two look like a couple. No matter what image you've crafted for the world, he'll ensure everyone knows that you two belong to each other.
ZAYNE
❄️ He's a nightmare for the paparazzi. They never manage to sneak a single good picture of the two of you when you're out on dates. They always end up looking blurry or Zayne makes sure his tall frame entirely hides your smaller one behind him.
❄️ This one time when they do spot you leaving the Akso Hospital with a tall, dark haired man, none of them manage to take any pictures. Many claim they suddenly felt the temperature around them dropped so low that it felt chilly, and that their hands went numb due to the cold.
❄️ The news about your dating life only breaks out when you and Zayne yourselves decide to make it public. However, not many seem to like Zayne. Many fans claim he's too aloof and wonder if he's even good enough for you (ofc you reassure him that he's the only one ever!)
❄️ Other fans discover some pictures of the two of you from highschool days and come to the conclusion that you two must be highschool sweethearts. And they find it admirable that you two stuck together for so long.
❄️ Due to his profession, he doesn't get much time and its difficult for him to attend your public events. This does lead to some criticism about how he's not a very supportive boyfriend. But he only finds such remarks amusing. Afterall, what the world thinks of him doesn't matter. He only cares about how you feel for him.
❄️ The rare occasions when he does show up at your events, he always keeps a hand on the small of your back, his intimidating figure allowing no room for comments or slander.
RAFAYEL
🌊 Since he himself is pretty well-known, he's quite used to the paparazzi. But that doesn't mean he likes them or tolerates them. He's straight up calling them out because he hates the possibility of his dates with you getting ruined due to so many intruding eyes. And he doesn't want people prying into his and your personal lives.
🌊 When he sees a paparazzi taking pictures, Rafayel is the type who pulls out his own smartphone and starts clicking pictures of them in retaliation.
🌊 You two openly hang-out in public and there is speculation about you two dating. It's just you never confirm it. And ofcourse, you two are questioned during your individual interviews about each other. You never give a direct response to those either. You let the people keep assuming whatever they want to.
🌊 Both yours and Rafayel's fans ship you two together. But there are many of his fangirls who've called you horrible names. One time, you even got attacked by a crazy fan, who was immediately banned by Thomas. And Rafayel personally put out a statement about how he'll not entertain any crazy or violent fans.
🌊 Whenever you're working on a new project, he sends you rare species of flowers for goodluck. He also makes sure to convey his support in the form of sending food trucks and such for the entire staff.
🌊 He doesn't enjoy public attention. You've seen how much he despises having to attend formal events related to his own artistry. Still, he doesn't like the idea of so many strangers openly approaching you, so he makes sure to attend as many of your events as his schedule allows him to. And you do the same for him.
If you sent me a LADS related request, then rest assured, i am working on all your requests slowly..♡
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