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[groovyangelkisses]

Jax with a girly girl who wears the shortest shorts and tight tops <333 just love the idea of this big bad biker corrupting this innocent girl

anon, you are an absolute dollbaby & this speaks to my very soul. jax teller needs a sweet girl, it's true!!!!! i listened to venice bitch by lana for this <3

cw: hyperfem!reader, innocent!reader, slight size kink, protective!jax, nsfw

the first thing jax ever noticed about you is how wide-eyed you looked at others around you. amazed or heartbroken, your sweet eyes held that same vulnerability that made him, and the entire club instantly enamored by you. you weren't a crow eater, couldn't muster up that type of confidence (or keep your eyes on anyone other than jax) for long enough, and all the guys knew it.

tig was the first one to spot you, quietly shuffling into teller morrow with the request of fixing a flat tire. your hair sat in a ponytail on your head, leaving a dainty necklace to show off your neck that slowly grew warmer with the intense california heat. and when jax peers around the corner to see why juice has suddenly stopped working, and prospect stands completely still, he sees you in your sweet little orange tube top & tiny jean shorts & sneakers & long white painted nails and moves a little quicker in his walk over to you.

in fact, he tugs on that same ponytail while asking you about your car, where you're from, where you bought that sweet little tube top, if you've ever been on a bike, if he makes you nervous. and the rest of the guys are flabbergasted. jax? fawning over the sweet, curious little thing that waltzes unto the shop, all coconut & jasmine scented? sure, it's not the most insane thing to happen, but the fierce protectiveness that jax immediately adapts is. like when you bend down to sign the paperwork for your car repairs, he stands behind you, afraid your distressed levi's will lift and show off those sweet orange panties he caught a glimpse of earlier when you leaned into your passenger seat to grab your insurance.

and when you straighten around to show him your paperwork, smiling & proud, his hand resting on the frayed posters of gemma's office, effectively boxing you in, he gently tells you "you gotta be careful when you lean over darlin' not everybody is as gentlemanly as i am— what're you lookin' at dickhead?!" before excusing himself with a light, fleeting touch to your hip before chasing half-sack down to point a strong finger in his face & tell him to leave the female clientele alone.

he loves your height difference, how you peer up at him with such wonderment, and even devastated confusion when you learn of some of the innerworkings of samcro. he absolutely has to fight off his cuteness aggression so he doesn't immediately smush your cheeks in his big hand, bring your other hand to the front of his jeans and purr "too fuckin' cute, you gotta cut it out or i'm gonna blow a load right here, sweetheart." and he looooooves the breathless look that overtakes you, and the slight creeping smile that adorns your face— adapting to him, to his never-ending need to feel you, just as needy and wanting as he is.

your naivety, your kindness, your ability to see jax as he's always wanted to be seen— strong, trying his best, all of it makes him even more enamored by you. you and your clicky wedged heels that always signify when you come to visit him at the shop, the scent of your bubblegum lipgloss floating through the clubhouse, your sweet, sad sniffle when he has to leave on a run. he loves all of it. loves that you need him, most of all.

[velvetydream]

꒰ : 🌸 [ Second Times ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Eunhee was by now over three years old and a little darling, so how would San react to a little suprise?

Pairing : Dad! San x Mom! Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Word count : 3.4K Words

Genre : Fluff, Angst if you squint

Warnings ➵ Reader is a bit nervous of Sans

reaction, but Ateez helps her

a/n : Decided to write this as a little warm up right now to continue Barista! Yunho and the Pirate Story!💜

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Clutching the small pen-like test in your hand, the two lines smiling brightly back at you. It's just been over a month since Eunhees third birthday and here you're sitting on the edge of the tube, holding the test in your hands. Tears rimmed your eyes. Were they from sadness? Not really, maybe a tinge of anxiety of Sans's reaction to a second pregnancy, but they were more like tears of happiness. San never mentioned any aversion to a second child, so you were happy about this.

Your hand softly rubbing over your stomach now, it's probably barely been a few weeks, but knowing you're carrying a child of San yet again, makes you feel nothing but warmth and happiness. Taking the test, you quickly rush into the bedroom, hiding the test somewhere in your things, so well that San nor Eunhee would ever find it, before joining your two favorite people in the living room again. San was lying on the floor, legs straight up into the air as he balanced Eunhee on his feet playing airplane. Her little giggles sound through the whole room and make you smile before she looks up and screeches upon seeing you. "Mommy!" Being let down carefully, she quickly runs over to you, hugging your legs tightly as she grins up to you.

"Having fun?" You ruffle her dark hair softly, bending down to pick her up and hold her on your hip, she has grown a lot recently. "Yeah! Daddy said we'll visit the uncles this weekend for dinner!" Her tiny arms are around your neck now to hold on for support as she tells you smiling. "Oh really? Then we'll have to make you look extra pretty hm? Want all of them swoon over how cute you are!" Softly poking her tummy now as she lets out giggles while kicking her feet now. Setting her down now she rushes over to San again who is sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching the endearing moment now.

"Are you two fine? I wanted to go out for a bit and get some chores done." Walking over to them, you crouch down placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. "Daddy got it all handled no worries!" San told you, he really was an amazing dad, he loved his little girl so much. After saying goodbye to them, you grab your purse and leave the apartment smiling with a plan.

The first stop is the printer shop, which takes on orders for personalized clothes. Entering you take a quick look around, before spotting the old man working there. "Good day!" You greet him, making him notice you and greet you back. "I need seven Shirts for man and one for a toddler, the big ones should have something along the lines of 'We'll be uncles again soon' and the little one 'I'll be a big sister soon'" You explain to the man, his eyes light up upon hearing your instructions, congratulating you. He said it would be done in around three days which was perfect timing, just done before the dinner with everyone.

Leaving the shop with a thank you, you make your way to the grocery store to cover up that your chores at hand were to get a few items there in case San asked you what you did.

Coming back home your eyes immediately catch San lying on the couch sleeping, with Eunhee on his chest also fast asleep. Putting the groceries you got away, before walking over to your little family, watching them for a few seconds. It was exciting how soon you'd be a little family of four.. five. Looking down at the cat moving around your feet now, slowly patting Byeols head. Scoping Eunhee up into your arms now, you softly wake up San. "Baby, let's go to bed, you got a schedule and need to sleep in a proper bed." After making sure San would go to bed, you bring Eunhee to her room. She just recently got it done, everyone of Ateez helped along, some put together the furniture, and others painted the walls. It was adorable how dear your little daughter was to everyone.

Laying her down now, you put the blanket over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Turning on her bed light now, before leaving the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Walking into your shared bedroom now, San was lying on his side waiting for you, typing away on his phone mindlessly. "She's sound asleep, I still left the door a bit open in case she has a nightmare again. I'm a bit worried she's been having them more often lately." You talk to him while getting changed, before laying down beside him, resting your head on his chest. "Don't worry it's normal, her brain is starting to understand and notice more things, it's normal for her to process more in her dreams and therefore get a few more nightmares, it'll settle down again baby." His hand was running through your hair mindlessly now, pressing a kiss to your temple, before closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

The next few days went by quickly, Eunhee though was getting a bit more restless, even sleeping in your and Sans's bed the last two nights. Waking up this Friday now you look down at her, noticing how there is a sheen layer of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks are pink. Laying your hand on her forehead now, she was burning up, oh my poor baby you thought. Getting up quietly, San was already gone for work. You quickly get a pair of new clothes, before making her a quick breakfast so she can take some fever medicine, taking along a bottle of water for her. Just as you were picking everything up, your poor baby started crying and calling for you. Rushing into the room, you place everything on the nightstand now before scoping her up in your arms, softly swaying her side to side a bit as her tiny body clutches herself to you.

"It's okay baby, mommy is here, mommy just got you some things that will make you feel better again soon.." Whispering soft words as her cries didn't seem to stop. Probably from feeling unwell and waking up alone. You wish San was here right now, speaking of the devil as your phone starts ringing, picking up and hold it to your ear. "Hello baby.." You greet him, still hushing your daughter as she slowly starts to calm down. "Is Eunhee crying? Is everything okay? Should I come home?" Worry seeped from his voice upon hearing his little princess cry so harshly. "No don't, I got this. She's running a little fever so I don't think she'll be able to come along tomorrow, I'll give her some medicine now and then rest with her." You explain to them, hearing Wooyoung cooe sadly in the background, you were probably on speaker right now. "Okay, if you need anything or need me to come home call me, I'll make it work!" He assures you before ending the call, Eunhees cries quieted down now.

"Let's get something in your tummy so you can take your medicine hm?" You helped her sit on the bed, before helping her eat, but she still insisted that she could eat alone. Giving the medicine to her now, you were glad she never put up a fight when it came to this, before handing her, her water bottle. "You'll feel better soon baby, just rest, do you want something from your room?" Patting her head softly she shakes her head and only points to the TV in your room. Turning it on, she immediately points to one of the new Wanteez episodes that recently came out making you smile turning it on for her. Byeol has settled down on her lap by now, as Eunhee munches on the fruits you brought her.

"Mommy will be in the kitchen yeah? I'll make some soup for you for later." She simply nods, too engrossed in the show watching her dad and uncles be silly. Standing up now, you get changed into some home attire before moving to the kitchen, writing one of your close friends to please pick up your order from the shop, as you won't be able to do it today with Eunhee having a fever. Getting started on the soup now, before moving on the cleaning a bit, checking up on Eunhee every now and then, she at some point falling asleep cuddling Byeol, before waking up again hungry and then continuing to watch the show.

At some point at noon, your friend brought your order, asking what it was as the old man didn't tell her, telling her she'd know soon and that it was a secret for now, before handing her a little thank you for helping you out. Hiding the bag now as San would soon be home and you didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

"Welcome home darling!" You shout from the bedroom, sitting beside Eunhee now as you two watch a Barbie movie, her eyes immediately moving to the opening door. "Daddy! You're home!" Moving to get up, she stumbles a bit before running up to her dad who picks her up, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "How is my baby doing hm? Feeling better?" She nodded, even though she was still feeling unwell, the fever down a little bit due to the medicine. "How about you and Daddy spend an amazing day tomorrow hm? I'll get those amazing little cakes for you from across the street." Sitting down with her on his lap, he leans against the headboard, the movie long forgotten as she nods. "Don't you wanna go to the dinner tomorrow?" Your eyes but his now as he shakes his head. "You took care of her the whole day, the first day is always the worst for a fever, I'll take over tomorrow and you go to the dinner, the boys will still be happy to see you," San explains making you nod and agree, this was actually perfect, that way you could give the boys their little presents first before planning to tell San.

So the next day came, you got ready for the dinner, before grabbing your purse and the bag with the shirts, saying goodbye to them before leaving for the restaurant.

"Y/N! We're here!" You hear Wooyoungs voice call out to you from one of the private rooms in the back, making you smile as you join them. "Hello everyone!" You greet the seven men, making them smile at you as you take a seat beside Jongho and Wooyoung. "How is Eunhee doing? San mentioned she had a fever? Poor thing.." Seonghwa asks you making you nod, telling them she was doing a bit better right now and how she was probably enjoying those little cakes right now San got them while you were still at home so Eunhee wouldn't be left unsupervised.

"So actually I'm rather glad San stayed at home today, that way I can give you guys this." Standing up now, you place the bag on the table before handing out the neatly wrapped shirts. Mingi and Yunho first as they had the biggest size, before continuing, instructing them to wait with opening till everyone had theirs. "Okay! I hope you guys will like this.. You can open now." Some were neatly opening the package like Seonghwa, while others ripped them open like Mingi and Wooyoung. Watching each boy look at the writing on the shirt now, mostly with big eyes, before Wooyoung springs up. "I'LL BE AN UNCLE AGAIN?!" His eyes were full of tears as he looked at you, nodding softly before being pulled into a tight hug. "Congrats dear, if you need any help from us tell us." Seonghwa was the next to speak up, hugging you tightly. Before Mingi approached you, being visibly excited about the news, softly jumping a little bit before hugging you tightly and even lifting you up slightly, making Jongho scream at him to be careful with you two. This made tears prick your eyes. "Jongho.." You softly whimper, laying your arms around the man, who seems to be unsure if he wants to accept but has no real choice, in the end, he places his arms around you carefully. Everyone else told you their congratulations and hugged you.

"So the plan is, I'd like all of you to wear these next Monday, I'll come around with Eunhee, she has her own shirt, before San arrives and that's how I want him to find out!" Everyone cheers now, liking the idea, looking over to Hongjoong now for his approval. "I like that idea, let's do it." He nods now, you were glad he was so supportive. The first time he was rather unsure of the pregnancy, of how the fans and society would react, but the moment he held Eunhee for the first time it was all over, he was absolutely smitten for the little girl like everyone else of them was.

"Do you hope for a boy or girl?" Yunho speaks up now looking over at you. "Honestly I don't care, I'd love him or her unconditionally either way." You smile softly, your hand rubbing over your still flat tummy, knowing fully well it will be bigger in a few months. The boys nod as they agreed, before the orders finally arrived, enjoying a nice meal with them, laughing and joking around.

It was a nice evening, the boys were talking a lot about how excited they were for the new baby, arguing over who would be the baby's favorite, as Eunhee's favorite uncles were by far Mingi and Yunho since her birth.

The evening soon ended, and they promised to keep quiet till the big reveal as you packed everything together and made your way home, hoping San was fine and that Eunhee was doing a bit better slowly. At home you peek inside the apartment, noticing the TV playing as you take your shoes off and make your way into the living room. "Baby, did daddy fall asleep?" You giggle quietly upon seeing Eunhee sit beside San and watch another Wanteez episode, Sans's arm around her as he was sleeping tightly. The little princess looks up as she hears your voice and nods to your question, as you crouch down in front of her. She probably wasn't tired yet from napping through the whole day, softly feeling her forehead now and sighing relieved feeling her fever down finally.

"Let's get you to bed hm? Did you have fun with Daddy today?" You pick her up, San waking up from the movement, blinking softly as he sits up and watches you carry Eunhee to her room, he luckily had changed her into her sleepwear already in case she was to fall asleep while watching the show. "Mhm.. Daddy showed me the new episode with the uncles.." Getting sleepy slowly, Eunhee rests her head on your shoulder as her arms hang loosely around your neck. "Oh wow, that must have been so exciting, we can watch more of that tomorrow. Let's sleep for now baby." Pressing a kiss to her forehead now as you enter her room, sitting down on her bed and laying her down, before pulling the blanket over her.

Leaving her room after taking one last look at her and joining San in the bedroom, watching him fight to stay awake waiting for you. "Sannie sleep if you're tired." Shaking his head, he mumbles a little tiredly watching you change out of your clothes and into one of his shirts to sleep, before laying down beside him. Opening your arms, he immediately scoots over, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head comes to rest on your chest, softly running your hands through his locks. He had recently dyed them red again, it suited him well.

Sunday went by rather quickly, Eunhee was better again, playing around with San and Byeol, helping you cook, and watching another Ateez show again.

So Monday came around, you got up quite early and got ready, making sure you packed Eunhees shirt and the pregnancy test, San looking at you confused still half asleep as you finished getting ready. "I'll visit Lotte World with Eunhee today, I promised her." Pressing a soft kiss to your husband's temple as he nods, a little bit sad he can't join due to work before you leave the room getting Eunhee ready now.

"Where are we going?" Eunhee looked at you curiously, her tiny arms holding onto your neck, her tiny legs kicking a little bit as you walked along the sidewalk in the direction of KQ. "We'll visit the uncles and prepare a little surprise for Daddy." Her eyes light up upon hearing that there will be a surprise for her daddy.. or because she'll see her uncles. Entering the elevator you press the floor of the practice room and let Eunhee stand on her own now, taking her hand as you lead her to the dance practice room. "Yuyu!!" Eunhees high voice screeches upon seeing the tall man, everyone turning to the two of you as Eunhee runs up to Yunho who immediately picks her up. "Hello little princess!" Yunho beams at her, he was always so sweet to her, often being the one to offer to watch her for a weekend or evening when you and San wanted to spend some romantic time.

"Eunhee darling come here for a second." Yunho sets her down again as you sit down on the floor, softly taking her hands when she reaches you. "What do you think about being a big sister hm? Would you like that?" She thinks for a second, looking at you nodding slowly. "If I stay Uncle Yuyu and Uncle Min's favorite!" She answers, making everyone laugh and Mingi cooe at her answer. "You'll always stay my favorite baby!" Mingi calls over, making you smile. "But yes.. I'd like to be a big sister!" She beams at you, making tears rim your eyes as you pull her into a hug, she has grown so much. "You'll soon be a big sis baby." You tell her, making her giggle and smile. Soon she was wearing her personalized shirt along with all of her uncles, Yunho holding the little girl in his arms right now.

"Okay, San should be here soon! I'll wait for him outside and then bring him inside!" Rushing outside the room, you close the door, looking around for your husband. After around ten minutes he finally arrived, looking at you confused. "Darling? I thought you and Eunhee were at Lotte? Where is she? Is she okay?" He looks around for his little princess worried now. "She is with the boys right now, you have to put this on though!" Holding up the blindfold now, he grows even more confused but lets you put it over his eyes. "I'm a bit scared, but I'll trust you." He tells you, taking your hand softly as you lead him into the room.

Taking one last deep breath, before taking off Sans's blindfold. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to get used to the lights, as he now looks at his fellow members and little princess, at first not noticing the shirts, but after ready them a few times his eyes grow wide as he now looks over to you, who was now holding the positive pregnancy test. "This isn't a joke, right? Are we getting another child? You're pregnant again?" His bag lying on the floor now as he looks at you with tears in his eyes and a big smile on his lips. "Yes, I wanted to surprise you." Your own tears in your eyes now, as San pulls you into a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around laughing. "I'll be a dad again!" He giggles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you so much." Laying his forehead onto your forehead, before looking down he sees his little girl tug on his pants softly to be picked up. "Who will be the best big sister?! You will be Eunhee!" He smirks at her as he picks her up onto his hip.

Soon everyone joined the hug, San was beaming all over his face. You were glad that he was this happy and excited and how supportive everyone was. This would be a long 8 months again, but you cannot wait to soon hold the new addition to this already big family.

[lemmetreatya]

shop assistant!armin whos more than happy to assist anyone with their shopping inquires!

how he knows that the frozen aisles range from 13 to 15, or how the dairy substitutes won’t be with the cheese and butters but along side the ‘healthy snacks’, shop assistant!armin believes he knows the place inside out.

but when you come in — joggers low waisted and tube top showing everything but your nipples — and ask him in that sweet, bimboish voice “where the flour was?” (aisle, 1 right at the fucking entrance), shop!assistant armin has to mentally think where the quietest and least frequented corner of the shop was at this time of day.

shop assistant!armin makes better judgement and goes for the baby aisle. and its wicked thinking, because as soon as he leads you there instead of aisle 1, you’re bending down in front of him to inspect the contents of the shelf.

“this isn’t where the flour is” you pout. your breasts accidentally(?) pop out of your top as you’re bending forwards to inspect the formula powders and wipes.

shop assistant!armin isn’t a virgin but hes sure as hell acting like one concerning how he busses a nut in his boxers then and there at the sight, the stickyness warm against his balls. there’s no embarrassment that you’ve just flashed shop assistant!armin. all you do is utter a small “oops!” before squeezing them back in.

[azzypzazzy]

Meloxicam ⋆ Chapter Two

warnings: fem!reader, future smut

summary: after a rough morning, you end up seeing a familiar customer

word count: ~1.5k

author's note: hii! i'm so thankful for all of the support on my last post, i'm really greatful for it. after the next chapter it'll be all caught up on here, so more's coming! also sorry this one is a bit less interesting, but it's mostly building up for the future. one final thing to clarify, the fic is only gonna be like 4-6 more chapters. enjoy!

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You smacked the top of your alarm, taking a moment to sit up. You pushed away your covers, groaning. You’d squint, glaring at the blinds before standing up to close them. You slowly twisted the rod, letting light into the room. You quickly turned away, blinded by the light overpowering the room. 

You walked to the door, turning off the ceiling fan before heading into the bathroom. You turned on the heater before stepping over to your sink. You stood in front of the mirror, taking a moment to stare at yourself. You grabbed your toothbrush, squeezing a crumpled tube of toothpaste you’d gotten far too long ago to still be using. You took a pause, it definitely still had enough for tomorrow. 

You quickly brushed your teeth, spitting into the sink before grabbing the cap off of your mouthwash. You poured the last sip out, realizing you were gonna have to go shopping after work today. You swooshed it around your mouth, spitting out the remains after accidentally swallowing a bit. You coughed, wiping your face on a towel. 

You turned back to your sink, opening the cabinet behind the mirror. You took your face cleanser, placing it on the counter while you looked for your foundation. You grabbed it from the back, realizing how light it was. You tested it, trying to squirt some out, only to be met with droplets and air. You tossed it back, trying to ignore it. You’d just have to go out with a bare face today. 

You checked the time, realizing you still had a bit before you had to leave the house. You grabbed the face cleanser once again, squirting a conservative amount on your palm. You rubbed your hands together, spreading it on your face. You’d turn the faucet on, testing the temperature before leaning over to wash it off. 

You rushed back to the towel, drying your face off. You checked the time again, realizing you could at least put in the effort to do your lashes. Your eyelash curler sat in your makeup bag, at the very bottom, and although it took a moment, you found both it and your mascara. You rushed to put it on, finally heading back to your room. 

You checked your phone, clicking the calendar app to double-check what you were doing today. No plans, other than work, obviously. Today you were scheduled for your least favorite of your two jobs, barista. 

You grabbed a white undershirt from your drawers before bending down to grab some pants. You reached up for a new bra and underwear, throwing each article onto your bed. You moved over to the closet, grabbing your apron. You threw it with the rest, stopping in your tracks. Your nametag. You’d lost your nametag. And not only that, you’d lost your visor too. 

You ran into your kitchen, realizing you also forgot breakfast. You already brushed your teeth and everything, and definitely didn’t have time to eat. Your manager was sure to be on your ass if you even dared to grab a snack on the clock, so that was also not gonna be an option. 

You gave up the second you saw your nametag right next to your visor. You grabbed the nametag, leaving your visor to pick up on your way out. 

You began to take everything off as fast as you could, regretting the order you chose to get ready. You then put your entire uniform back on almost as quickly as everything came off, checking the time again. You had exactly three minutes until you had to leave. 

You ran back to the kitchen, fumbling to grab everything before you put on your shoes as you were putting on your visor. You opened the door, only to realize you completely forgot your purse. You shot up, running to find it. 

You grabbed it from the counter, checking to make sure you had everything as you were out the front door, trying to lock it. 

Keys. 

Phone. 

Wallet. 

License. 

ID. 

Lip balm. 

Airpods. 

Portable charger. 

Advil. 

Thank god everything was just where it should be, because you were out the door, running to the bus stop. You barely made it, running onto the stairs the second you arrived. You checked each seat to find a free one, only to realize there weren’t any remaining. You reached the back, and conceded. You grabbed onto a free handle, thankful nobody else was next to you. 

You checked time, exhaling once you realized you were gonna make it to work on time. You were on the verge of being fired, and god did you need this job. It was the only thing allowing you to pay rent, and you couldn’t afford to lose it. Not until you could get another solid solution. 

You stepped off the bus, wavering in between couples and small crowds. You were on a limit, and needed to focus. You felt something fall out of your purse onto the ground, looking back to realize there was a newly formed hole, which was just big enough for your lip balm to fall through. 

Before you could bend down to grab it someone stepped on it. They just had to step on it, without even giving it a second thought. You wanted to scream, but didn’t, continuing your walk. You just had to make it, then the day would finally start. You only had to work six hours today, and the sooner you were done the better. 

You passed by a new restaurant which just opened in town, hoping the hostess actually gave your application to a manager. But for now, you just had to get to work. Which you almost finished. 

And after what felt like forever, you managed to do it. You came in from the side, waving to a coworker while you punched in. You quickly opened your locker, setting your purse down as you grabbed your phone. You slid it into your pocket, closing it before rushing to the sink. 

You washed your hands, grabbing a pair of gloves as you ran into the front. You checked the shift schedule, noticing you weren’t too familiar with any of your co-workers. You looked at the floor, noticing how slow it was today. 

You anxiously turned to the counter, hoping you wouldn’t get cut today. You knew if you did, it’d be bad news. Thankfully, you hadn’t seen your manager yet, so you were safe for a bit. You checked the register, only to notice a co-worker of yours, Cheyenne on the register. Although you two weren’t too close, she was always nice to you, so you were happy to know she’d be here as well. 

“Oh my god! I didn’t even realize you were gonna be here today. How’s it going?” She asked, turning to you. She was beaming, as if she already drank her post-shift snack. 

You cracked a faint smile, her energy infectious, “I’m alright.. I’m, uh, managing.” 

She laughed, looking over to the door, “Rough morning?” You nodded, eyes shifting to check the sidewalk outside. Everything was pretty empty today, surprisingly. It was a Monday, which was usually one of the busiest days of the week. “Been there,” She continued. 

“Yeah,” You paused, realizing there weren’t gonna be any more customers, “Has it been like this all morning?” 

“Pretty much,” She nodded, “I’ve been, like, so bored,” She sighed as she leaned back on the counter. 

You nodded, taking a moment to think of anything else you could do. “Alright, I’m gonna go and clean out the fridge.” 

She clicked her teeth, frowning, “Wow, I can’t believe you’re abandoning me.” 

“Oh shut up,” You said, smiling, “Call me if you need anything.” 

“Got it!” She shouted to you, going back on her phone. 

Eventually, Cheyenne and you ended up switching, and you stood at the counter. Your mind drifted, thinking back on the previous week. Although not much happened, you still liked to remember it, savoring each moment. 

The door opened, and someone actually walked in. A tall man with sideburns and a baseball cap. He had to be your sixth customer of the day, and you recognized him. Funny enough, this was the second time you saw him. About a week ago, he also showed up at Petsmart. 

As he walked towards the line you stopped, realizing you remembered him. Which was odd, because you could barely remember anyone you went to school with, but there was just something about him. 

Yeah, he was cute, and totally your type, but you met him at work. Maybe it was because you had to get your manager. Maybe it was just embarrassing. Or maybe there was no explanation, and you just remembered, but either way, he was in line, ready to order.

[misshoneyimhome]

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Sparks Fly - “My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea” I William Nylander

Summary; when you first met William Nylander, you had no idea what the universe was trying to tell you - but as you couldn't escape him, nor resist temptation, you ignored all that was supposed to feel right

Tropes & warnings; Strangers to lovers, cheating (kissing), Willy's mischievous smile and charm, romantic relationship, flirting, sexual thoughts, some nsfw descriptions

Other notes; did this turn out the way I expected? Nope - Do I regret it and want to write it all over? Also nope 🙃 please enjoy 🤍

Word count; 4K

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Go right. Turn left. Head down. Wait?

Your gaze keenly tracked the items on the shelves as you searched for the last thing on your shopping list – toothpaste.

Examining the aisle thoroughly, you attempted to locate the small tubes. Just as you finally spotted something that might resemble what you were after, you came to a halt. Scanning the array of products, you aimed to find your preferred brand. But unfortunately, it was nowhere to be seen. And as you continued your search, a large figure unexpectedly collided with you from behind, causing you to drop the items in your other hand.

“Shit,” you exclaimed involuntarily, bending down to retrieve your things and feeling the jolt from the minor accident.

“Sorry about that,” the voice apologised, and the person squatted beside you, attempting to pick up some of your scattered belongings, though you beat them to it.

Looking up at the face of the stranger who had rudely bumped into you, you were greeted by deep blue eyes, a light, almost pale complexion, a crooked smile stretching across pink lips, and a sleeked-back lion's mane of hair. “No worries,” you said softly, flashing a friendly smile even though you felt the fatigue and a hint of annoyance lingering in your mind. At least he had been polite enough to apologise and assist in gathering the items. “I guess I was just lost in thought.”

“Yeah, me too,” the man chuckled lightly as you both gradually stood up. He was dressed in loose trousers and a hoodie, paired with slippers – a rather casual yet suitable look for a late-night shopping spree.

Maybe if you weren't feeling so tired, given the lateness of your impromptu shopping trip, you might have found him rather attractive with his charming smile. However, fatigue had taken its toll, and the idea of engaging in a conversation with a stranger didn't quite appeal to you at the moment.

Yet, the man remained stationary for a moment longer, his captivating eyes almost scrutinising you as you offered a friendly smile.

“So, were you looking for anything specific? You looked a little confused…” he finally broke the silence hanging between you.

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled lightly. “I’m just on the hunt for this toothpaste I always use… but I'm clueless about the layout of this place…”

“What’s it called? Maybe I can help,” he politely offered assistance, and you couldn't help but smile as you shared the brand. “Ah, I think it’s this one…” he pointed out, placed on the top shelf, a bit above your line of sight.

“Oh, thanks… sorry, I'm a bit tired,” you apologised with a sigh.

“You're not from around here?”

The handsome stranger flashed you a friendly smile.

“Is it that obvious, huh?” you chuckled with a rhetorical tone.

“Just a little,” the man responded, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. For some unknown reason, his smile was incredibly enchanting, and you had to mentally remind yourself not to get too caught up in the interaction. “Well, is there anything else I can help you with?” he offered, displaying a polite and overly confident expression across his face.

“Well, uhm,” you attempted to speak, breaking the gaze the two of you had been sharing. “No, no thanks… I mean, I better get going - it’s late.”

You heard yourself mumble as you compelled yourself to move away from the appealing stranger, grabbing a random toothpaste and slowly making your way towards the cashier. However, as you walked away, you couldn’t resist glancing back, and, of course, your eyes briefly met his captivating face.

A flutter occurred in your stomach, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. But you had to brush it off. And as you reached the checkout register and exited onto the street, you once again had to pause, looking around to regain your sense of direction.

You might have seemed a bit lost, because once more, a new, familiar voice spoke behind you.

“Lost again?” he chuckled, moving closer to stand beside you in the winter night of the city.

“Uhm, no, just have to find the way to the bus, you know,” you tried to act as casual as possible, facing him again.

“Which way are you going?”

It was odd. You didn’t even question why this stranger was so willing to help you, yet you easily gave him your address and the bus details.

“It’s just up the street,” he pointed out, once again with a broad, friendly smile, his eyes almost sparkling in the reflection of the city lights.

“Thanks… again,” you smiled once more, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you suddenly felt a bit drawn to him, unsure why. Perhaps it was his helpful nature or his handsome face. Or maybe you were just so tired and needed some rest.

“No worries… I’m Will, by the way,” he kindly introduced himself. “And if there’s anything else you need help with in the city, you can just ask me.”

You were taken aback by his sudden casual introduction, your eyes expressing a hint of surprise as he continued to flash his charming smile.

“I, uhm, I’m Y/N… and that’s very nice of you,” you replied nervously, still a bit thrown off by how nonchalant and friendly he was towards you.

“That’s a nice name. Maybe, if you’d like, we can talk more about the city over a cup of coffee someday?”

His invitation was even more surprising, and the way he presented it was so laid-back. You could hardly tell if he was flirting or just being friendly.

Yet, you were intrigued, you had to admit that. But you didn’t want to make any rash decisions. So, you decided to go with what you considered the wisest choice and politely decline his offer.

“Oh, that’s really sweet Will - and though I’d really like to, I should probably tell you I’m already here with someone…” you offered him a comforting expression, a little nervous about how he’d take your rejection.

But there was no need to be worried. Will merely smiled and shrugged.

“Fair enough. Just thought I’d give it try.”

It was the sweetest encounter you’d ever had with a stranger, and you couldn’t help but feel another flutter in your stomach as he continued looking at you.

“Well… but thanks anyway,” you spoke, once again forcing yourself to withdraw from the slightly intimate conversation.

“Anytime.”

And with that, you parted ways, and you slowly began walking to the nearby bus stop.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself. This was so not what you needed right now.

**

As you woke up the next day, you finally felt like you'd regained energy and were ready to face the world again. The long flight had been beyond exhausting, but after finally getting a good night's sleep, you were filled with excitement about exploring Toronto.

Getting ready to take on the day, you hopped in the shower, letting the warm water cascade down your body. Your muscles relaxed under the soothing warmth, and your eyes closed as you gently massaged the shampoo into your hair. However, while rinsing the soap out from your locks, your mind wandered, and a sudden vision of the handsome stranger from yesterday popped up in your head – his content smile and his amazing chuckle.

You swiftly opened your eyes, shaking your head to force him out of your mind, and returned to your routine. And finally dressed and ready to hit the city, you made your way to meet up with Jason after a short train ride.

Walking into a hockey arena wasn't completely out of the ordinary for you, as you'd previously set foot in one, just not in Toronto. And as you walked through the corridors like Jason had told, you managed to get past security with a friendly smile, stating your name and purpose to the kind man.

Down the hallway, you were surrounded by blue and white colours, with motivational words like Pride, Honour, and Courage written on the walls. And finally, you saw him standing there, chatting with his colleagues. You flashed Jason a warm smile as you approached, and he enveloped you in a tight hug.

“I’m so happy that you’re here,” he whispered softly.

“Me too,” you flashed him a gentle smile before he introduced you to his co-workers.

It felt good to be with him again. It had been far too long since you’d been in the same city, but now you were finally back together.

As the evening progressed, Jason showed you around the hockey arena. But it wasn’t until you had the chance to meet some of the players that your heart suddenly stopped.

There he was; the handsome stranger from yesterday. His blonde hair and cheeky smile were unmistakable. 

Then, he slowly walked towards you along with four other lads.

“Hey Jason,” one of them greeted.

“Hey guys,” Jason flashed them a great smile. “Y/n, let me introduce you to the Leafs' finest; Auston Matthews, Morgan Rielly, Mitch Marner, Max Domi, and William Nylander.”

You felt your heartbeat suddenly rising. Your palms became sweaty, and it felt harder to breathe. And you knew you had to avoid his piercing blue eyes in order to remain focused.

“Hi,” you finally managed to speak. However, as you greeted all of the guys, you couldn’t help but gulp when your hand met William’s.

He was still as handsome as yesterday, perhaps even more so in this lighting. His broad smile across his lips was enchanting, and his sweet voice rang like sweet music in your ear.

It almost felt as if there were sparks flying between you, cutting out everyone else as your eyes held onto each other for a little longer than they should.

But then Jason’s voice suddenly interrupted.

“Guys, this is Y/N – my girlfriend,” he introduced, and suddenly you felt William withdrawing completely, as the truth came out: You were already taken, and flirting wouldn’t do him any good.

**

But what William didn’t know was that your relationship with Jason had been hanging on a thin thread for a long time now.

You had been together for five years, committing to a serious relationship when you were just in your early twenties. However, the past two years had been nothing but suffering for both of you.

Frequent fights over every little detail, your mood swings making it unbearable to be around each other for too long, and his constant changes in work, including working overtime, left very little energy to maintain the romance in your relationship. But despite the struggles, as you had been together for so long, essentially growing into adulthood together, you weren't ready to let it go. Instead, you decided to spend some time apart.

So, when Jason got the job in Toronto as an account manager for the MLSE, you chose to stay back home, giving both of you the time needed to figure out the future of your relationship.

It hadn’t been easy. While you enjoyed the freedom of being by yourself, rediscovering who you truly were as an individual, you also longed for the togetherness. You missed having someone to come home to, to share every moment with, the good and the bad. You missed the intimacy, the amazing sex, and the touch of another man, dedicating himself to your pleasure. And Jason missed you just as much, if not more. He practically begged you to join him in Toronto, and eventually, you gave in, deciding to give your relationship another try.

Which initially, it seemed like a great idea.

But then you met William Nylander.

Without even knowing who he was, the Swedish hockey star had completely swept you off your feet. His smile and eyes had created a spark within you, making you question everything once again.

Did you truly miss Jason, or did you just miss the comfort of having someone else?

Jason was a great guy, at least to most people. A good friend, committed family person, and a hard worker for what he loved. He never forgot a birthday, always told you how much he loved you, and even bought flowers once in a while. In many ways, he was the perfect boyfriend.

However, over time, you felt the need for something more. He no longer made you feel those butterflies in your stomach out of excitement. The sex was still good, yet it became familiar and almost routine. When talking about the future, he always spoke of 'you' as a whole. However, for the past year, you couldn’t imagine any of those scenarios with him. Even though you dreamt of the same, he wasn’t the person in your dreams anymore.

Suddenly, you were replacing his face with other men. And now, it was William.

His blonde, sleeked-back hair and his laughter echoing through the halls were slowly taking up space in your mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you imagined his face. You could see his pink lips forming a smirk, his eyes glistening as you stood closely, almost close enough to touch each other.

And the more time you spent around the team, the more William occupied your thoughts.

You would see him almost every day for the following weeks after you'd met, especially when they were in Toronto playing home games. Despite having your remote work with you, allowing you to work from home, Jason’s work took up more time. And often, you found yourself at Baking Street or at the Scotiabank Arena with the Maple Leafs.

Every time you passed William in the hallway, you'd flash him a friendly smile, hoping not to give off any wrong signals. And every time he returned your smile. But you just couldn’t get him out of your head, and you knew it wasn’t right.

It felt so wrong that whenever Jason wanted to touch you, kiss you, and make love to you, you envisioned William instead of him. You wished for William’s hands on your skin, his body against your body, and his lips connected with yours. You wished he was the one to pleasure you, to be inside you as you felt the peak of an orgasm. It didn't even have to be romantic; all you wanted was to feel him instead of the man you shared a bed with. 

Though you often shared laughter and smiles with William in the group of players and managers, you were sure he'd forgotten all about you long ago.

Little did you know, ever since your small encounter, William had not been able to get you off his mind either. The way you looked so tired and sweet in the grocery store had made his heart flutter a little, and your soft giggles had resonated as a sweet melody.

But then you turned him down. Which first, he thought was just fine. Although he wasn’t exactly used to being the one to get a ‘no’ from a girl, he figured that’s just how it is when you take chances.

However, what truly shattered William's heart into smaller pieces was when he saw you the following day, with Jason’s arm around you and him introducing you as his girlfriend.

For the first time in his life, he felt fragile. Like you had every bit of control over him, and he could do nothing about it. He was captivated by you, there was no denying it.

And William knew it was wrong to think about you like that, to imagine that you’d break it off with Jason immediately just so he’d have a chance with you. To touch you, let his lips explore yours as he enveloped you and held you close. He wanted to feel your naked chest against his as he explored your body with his hands and tasted your sweet tongue on his. He wanted to make you moan out in pleasure as he let himself sink into your warmth and have you wrapped around him.

But he knew he couldn’t. Yet his mind kept forgetting to remind him that you were a bad idea.

Although he sensed that you weren’t truly happy. That was probably the worst part. If you were truly happy, you'd have said you had a boyfriend from the very beginning, not just 'someone'.

And he could see how you always tried to maintain a façade and a guard when you were around everyone. But you didn’t fool William. He saw right through you.

Your smile was fake, and your voice spoke in a tone that didn’t seem close to real – almost AI-created. The way you stood stiff next to Jason, not even reflecting a tiny amount of love, made William wonder why you’d waste your time with someone like him.

No, William knew these weren’t your true feelings. He’d seen just how gorgeous and wonderful your true smile was. He'd seen it on the very first night you ran into each other and then every time you were around the group of players and their significant others, and Jason wasn’t there because he was still working; that’s when your true colours were showing.

You didn’t love Jason.

**

Every moment around William was killing you. You were drawn to him like a magnet, and all you wanted was to run to him and tell him how you felt.

But you acted casual, almost like friends around each other and everyone else. Yet only a brief touch of your fingertips could make you both feel the sparks between you.

It was a slow form of torture, and for weeks, you walked up and down the corridors, seeing him shirtless after a game, and later having wet thoughts about him in the evening as you pleasured yourself.

But then one night, it became too much. You were watching the match from a few rows behind the players' bench, and your eyes kept following the number 88 on the ice, even when he wasn’t around the puck. You even forgot to cheer when the Leafs managed to score goals, and it wasn’t until the final buzzer sounded that you were snapped out of your trail of thoughts.

In the hallway, you forced yourself to smile and chat with the rest of the team's company. But in the back of your head, all you wanted was to congratulate William on the win. So, the moment you saw him, you couldn’t restrain yourself. It was like your body was running from your mind towards him.

In all of his equipment, William instinctively enveloped you and lifted you into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around him and met in a rushed, eager, and spontaneous brief kiss.

It was wrong, you knew that. Yet it felt so right.

His lips felt so good on yours, and you never wanted to untie from his arms. You wanted to freeze this moment and just enjoy him wrapped around you. And as he slowly put you back down, you let out a soft sigh.

“Sorry about that,” you chuckled a bit nervously, unsure how he felt about the kiss.

But William felt nothing but good. “You don’t have to be sorry, Y/N… you have no idea for how long I’ve wanted that.” His voice came out as a rough whisper, aware that no one around should hear him - in case they’d tell Jason.

Gazing up at him, his face a lot taller due to his skates, you couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Me too…” you softly admitted. But again, you had to force yourself out of the tender moment, and William left to finish up in the locker room. 

Not long after, you were all by yourself in the hallway as the players and their partners had left, and you were waiting for Jason to finish up for the night.

“What are you still doing here?” A voice behind you echoed in your ears, but it wasn’t the voice of your boyfriend. It was William.

Turning around, you faced his smug expression, your eyes again meeting and not able to pull away.

“I was just…” you softly muttered. You couldn’t even speak the words. You didn’t want to mention his name, not even think about him as you stood alone in front of William.

“Waiting for…” he continued your sentence, avoiding the name of the man you belonged to.

“Yes…”

A silent moment settled between you as your eyes remained locked, and William gently nodded.

“I should leave you alone then…”

But he didn’t move. He still stood before you, and you felt your heart beating faster, your pulse increasing.

“I don’t want you to leave me alone,” you whispered softly, yet loud enough for him to hear, a tear almost settling in the corner of your eye as guilt wanted to rush over you. But you ignored it.

“Me neither.”

And as William took slow strolls towards you, your mind raced, and your feet automatically moved in an attempt to meet him halfway. As soon as you came in close proximity, your breaths almost shared, you couldn’t control your own body’s behaviour. Like an instinct, you gently wrapped your hands around William’s neck as his found your waist, pulling each other in for another kiss. However, this time, it was deeper.

You let each other explore one another, your mouths sharing warmth as your tongues intertwined. You let yourself sink into his body, feeling him against you as his hands wandered further down, cupped your cheeks, and effortlessly hoisted you into his grip.

It felt so good. With every taste offered, you wanted more of him, and as he pressed your back against the wall, you felt his chest pressed against yours. You let your fingers run through his hair, all sense of guilt vanishing from your rational mind.

It was just wrong enough to make it feel right.

But you had to pull apart to refill your lungs with air, panting as you held your faces close.

“I’m sorry,” William chuckled lightly under his breath.

“Don’t be.”

The kiss with William had been nothing short of amazing. However, as you heard steps in the hallway, you swiftly disentangled and pulled away. Regret filled your mind, but not about the kiss - about the fact that you couldn’t do more because you had a boyfriend.

So, as soon as you got back to Jason’s apartment, you knew you had to address the subject, no matter if William wanted more or not. You couldn’t carry on in a relationship you weren’t devoted to.

**

The breakup hadn’t been really bad. Jason had almost seen it coming, given your distant behaviour. Though he was sure you’d tried, there was just no way you could save what had been between you, and he had to accept that.

Your only problem next was to find accommodation for the night. Jason had naturally offered you the guest room as the gentleman he was, but you felt more comfortable with checking into a hotel.

And just as you’d tossed yourself onto the queen-size bed, you decided to let William know. Maybe he cared, maybe he didn’t, but just as he’d taken a chance on you, you wanted to take a chance on him as well.

‘It’s over – Jason and I are over.’

A simple text, but the message was clear.

Only a few minutes later, you heard your phone vibrate.

‘Where are you?’

Without hesitation, you texted him the name of your hotel.

‘I’m coming over – is that ok?’

‘Yes, of course.’

It didn’t take long before William let you know he was nearby. And it was as if a spark within you felt like you were in a romantic movie or something, so you jumped out of bed, ran down the four floors, and practically jumped out of the front doors. You didn’t care about it raining; it fitted the idea of a movie scene perfectly, especially when you saw the familiar face of the handsome Swede.

Both walking determinedly towards each other, you almost fell into his arms as he wrapped them around your body, and once again connected you in a deep heartfelt kiss.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how dramatic it all seemed. Pulling apart, you shared a laughter, both completely soaked by the pouring rain.

“Willy,” you spoke softly, with a great smile across your lips. 

“I know, baby,” William chuckled. “Finally.”

[eldritch-spouse]

Krulu just subtly putting a piece of paper on the back of admins skirt that says "use me" and letting her go about her work unaware

[Fuck yeah, that's the shit.]

Guess who's bending you over first? Sybastian.

He's always the first to get into the break room at the start of a shift, so when he sees you walk in fresh with that note, he's being the opportunistic little shit he always is and bending you over the counter of that small kitchenette to stuff you with cock. You don't even know what's happening, but there's a sweet lulling mumur in the back of your mind telling you to let it happen and enjoy yourself. So you do.

By the time Grimbly walks in, Syb is close to finishing and only hurries up in case the bat's here to steal you from him. Naturally, the waiter's more than a bit scandalized, but he understands what's going on when he catches a flash of the note on your clothes. So, of course, he more than a little forcefully tugs the top of your outfit away so he can fondle your tits and go to town. He has the decency to apologize and smile sheepishly as he fucks himself between your breasts.

Eventually, news of what's happening spreads. And the first to hunt you down is obviously Santi. He's barelling through the floors and pumping out pheromones the moment he sees you, making the most out of the opportunity to fuck you stupid in front of clientele and make sure you're a drooling mess. He leaves sloppy kisses everywhere before letting you rest on the bar counter.

And Gallon picks you up swiftly, of course. You need a little break, how about he envelops you like a big warm blanket, and you don't have to think about anything for a while except how good it feels to have his cock and several tendrils inside you?

Fank-e's no fool, he's prying you out of Gallon with the force only a man of metal could sport. You get to hang off his head tubes while he grinds into you with an unshakable, merciless rhythm. When the video is saved, he lets you off with his cock detached, buzzing inside you.

Someway, somehow, you'll end up in Morell's kitchen, likely tugged inside when the cook sees you passing by. You don't even get to say a word, he's making you hang onto a bloody meat hook for dear life while he plows you from behind like he intends to put a child in you.

Your legs hurt by the time you make it to the shop, trying to actually get work done. Naturally, Nebul's more interested in making you model different toys for the clients currently present, including several ropes and tentacle toys. You get fingered nice and sweet for behaving.

Belo eventually catches you outside, and while he's upset that none of his coworkers are being decent to you, he guiltily begs for a quickie against the wall before fixing you up to the best of his ability.

Vinnel grabs you like a hawk. You're made to put on a stupid slutty and colorful dress, the note reattached to it, before he introduces you to his stage and audience. You leave bruised, cut, sore and coated in his strange black cum after he shoots a load on your face as the finishing act.

Patches eventually weasels you into his laboratory with gentle conversation, though once you're there, he uses vines to tie your ankles and wrists, taking advantage of you wriggling on the floor to drape over your body and fuck your sloppy hole, moaning about how gross it all is and how he doesn't mind being the last one because you look really cute and hot when you're totally disoriented and fuckdrunk.

You eventually manage to get yourself free and standing, trying to fix your mess of a look before heading to your Lord-Master's side. Krulu sits on his altar with a vaguely satisfied look of second-hand afterglow. You're praised heavily for your work thus far, but the higher claims you haven't dealt with everyone yet.

You understand what he's talking about when you're manually transported to the aquarium floor. And he tells you to come back after you've been to the garden as well.

Oh, the things you do for your savior.

[meshiinuma]

sighhh thinking abt being in lesbians with fem suguru ,,,,,,,

tw: suggestive

she makes you hang out in the same dressing room stall as her, telling her what you think of every outfit. especially with swimsuits because she doesn't want to be walking around with the bottoms shoved over her underwear, looking silly.

specifically today she was trying on a few swimsuits with you. suguru was toying with the tiny ruffle on the blue gingham tube top. you picked it out for her because of the cute little red bow on the top and the matching bottoms.

"it really looks okay?" she turned to where you were fiddling with your own swimsuit. "of course! you look good in anything sugu," you cooed and kissed her exposed tricep, a detailed sacred heart tattoo taking up most of her left upper arm.

she giggled, "i know," suguru turned back to the mirror and ran her hands over her hips one last time before stripping.

of course you whistled lowly at her bending down to pull the bottoms off fully. she threw them right at your face.

suguru ends up cycling through a few more, choosing which would be worn to satoru's pool party and which would be put back on the rack.

then she lands on a skimpy black bikini set.

"now i wonder who put this here..." suguru turns to you with a knowing smirk as you shy away.

"yeah...i wonder..." she rolls her eyes and starts with the top.

it goes on okay, but she struggled with making it fit right around her tits, "huff i don't think it's gonna fit right," she fiddled with the straps as you got your clothes back on, already completed with your selections.

"lemme see..." you came up behind her and tried to make the straps looser, but found they were extended as far as they could go.

"hm. maybe see if the bottoms fit?" they were equally as strappy with just one thin strip of fabric covering all her lady bits. not too far off from the top, containing two finger sized triangles to cover her nipples.

"i can try adjusting it at home if everything else fits fine, i like how it looks." yet again, she ran her hands over her body and posed like she was in a swimsuit ad made for men who'd never seen a woman as ample as her in their life to jerk off to.

suguru started to pull on the bottoms, but stopped right under her ass. in the mirror, her eyebrows were furrowed and a pout turned her lips downward.

"i think..." you stepped back to give her space as she tried to jump to get the bikini bottom on, "i think my ass is too fat." suguru turned around to look at you in disbelief as the black fabric stretched around her rump.

"...i think you're correct..." you smacked her ass.

then your own hand was smacked away.

"no. later. now help me out of this."

---

suguru holds your opinions in high regard, which is why you're always there with her when she's shopping for clothes (and totally not to also fluster you)

bra shopping is even worse

actually when she's out and about she doesn't wear anything too revealing, usually a thick and loose hoodie + baggy carpenter jeans

or if she feels like it, maybe she'll walk around in a crop top and some ripped jeans that she fills out quite nicely

her carabiner is always somewhere on the left side of her and clipped to it are, 1) her car keys 2) her copy of the keys to the house 3) a lego minifig that looks like you 4) a simple bead lizard you gifted her long before the two of you started dating

whenever the two of you are going out somewhere fancy though, she dresses to the nines

once for a mildly fancy dinner party, she walked out of your shared bedroom in a strapless black dress that clung to her like oil with two slits riding up her thighs and a playful smirk on her face

the two of you were late that day

another time she picked up a gown that had sheer fabric showing everything off

the two of you forfeited going to the event completely

---

"hey."

you startled at the quiet greeting from behind you.

whipping your head around, your poor heart was eased by the sight of your girlfriend behind you.

"hi. what are you doing here?" currently you were supposed to be reshelving books at the library while suguru taught at the ceramic studio.

"returning a book. what's a pretty thing like you doing here?" she leaned closer, her arm going above your head so she could lean as close as possible to your face.

you pressed against the bookshelves behind you, "...shelving...things..." suguru giggled at the waver in your voice.

it's not your fault you get so flustered and nervous around her! she just smells so nice, like fresh herbs and pomegranate, and is so so strong...with her big buff arms that can crush you into powder or gently mold you like you're a lump of clay being thrown on the wheel.

and her lips, two-toned and smeared with something sheer and plum colored every day. pierced too, a shiny lip ring on the left side and an ashley right in the center. her tongue darted out to swipe at her lip ring. if you looked close enough, you could catch a glance of the bar that goes down the middle of her tongue.

"...you listening to me?" finally, you started to pay attention and looked up.

suguru still loomed over you, an eyebrow raised, "i was asking if you wanted to go out for lunch." right. okay.

"yeah, of course. where are we going?" you turned back to the shelves behind you and quickly put back the thick academic tomes in their rightful place.

"it's this really good brunch place, utahime told me about it."

you turned around, the cart next to you fully empty, "alright, lemme go clock out," before you could leave, suguru leaned down to give you a big kiss on your lips.

readily, you returned her affection, but became disappointed when she pulled away.

"we're in public, baby. save it for home, hm?" you pouted.

"hnng...fine." quickly you turned and swiftly walked off with the cart as suguru giggled behind you. she sounded like little bells tinkling.

---

suguru has more downtime at the studio than you do at the library, so she drops in to visit you most of the time

when you come into the studio to visit her, sometimes she's finishing a class while other times she's throwing her newest piece

she actually made most of the dishes and huge plant pots in the house

the second the two of you had fully moved into the house, suguru went ahead and made a lovely dinnerware set that you and her painted together

and then the four huge pots that litter the house

you actually have no clue how or when she made them, but all you know is that they're a bit over half your height and have such an intricate design with dragons and various japanese mythology circling the perimeter

suguru seems proud of them, so you don't mind

she often tries to have date night at the studio because she gets an employee discount

also she can sneak you in after everyone's left and give you a one on one throwing lesson

if you ask about recreating the scene from ghost she'll give you a look then lecture you about your current throwing skills (abysmal) (suguru wants to recreate it with you, she really does! it's just...she's seen couples in some of her classes try it and have incredibly wet clay go everywhere)

suguru tries to make as many functional pieces as possible, pots for her plants, little incense holders she can stick around the house, bookends, and more!

but if you show her a video of something cute (and non functional) you saw on tiktok, you bet she'll try her damn hardest to recreate it for you

---

dates are always artsy or outdoorsy in nature when it's suguru's turn to pick.

today, she's brought you out to a small wooded area near the house with a picnic basket.

"are we almost there yet?" you love spending time with suguru, but god your calves were burning.

"just a few more minutes! promise," she turned around to give you a little kiss at your hairline.

"'kay..."

suguru wasn't lying, it was just a few more minutes of walking through the mildly uneven terrain before a clearing with a huge tree in the center emerged.

"wow..." you looked up at the tree, catching a squirrel running across one of the branches.

"i know. c'mon," suguru grabbed your hand and dragged you to the thick base of the trunk.

you laid down the picnic blanket and smoothed it out as suguru connected her phone to the speaker she brought out.

once everything was set out, she kicked her tennis shoes off and flopped onto the blanket with a huff.

"now are you feeling the burn?" you asked as you spread some triple berry jam on the sourdough she baked that morning.

"yeah...gimme some of that." she leaned forward and took a bite out of your bread and jam.

"wow. rude. taking from the poor and disadvantaged." she took another bite, unperturbed.

you took your first bite as she started to dig through the basket.

"found the lemonade!" suguru sing-songed and poured a glass of her homemade strawberry lemonade for you. (you'd kill people for it. honest to god)

eventually the two of you ate through the main course (kabab tabei that she made out of some meat replacement she needed to finish. the basmati rice with saffron was pinched between suguru's fingers as she brought them up to your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the tips of her fingers and licked every grain off, holding her gaze. the potato tahdig dipped in mast-o-khiar ended up being wiped all over the lower half of your face after suguru leaned forward and stole a bite right from your mouth.) and moved on to dessert.

suguru pulled out a plate of knafeh khishneh, freshly made that morning. she pulled you onto her lap, having you straddle her thighs as she carefully cut a piece.

"say ahh," her voice became soft and sensual as she held a forkful out to your mouth.

you leaned forward to take a bite, crispy sweet goodness filling your mouth.

"oh muh goh..." you moaned around the knafeh and savoured the flavors rolling over your tongue.

it slid down your throat to your belly, "that's so good sugu..." she grinned and kissed you.

the way her lips melded to your own always made you weak in the knees, at least you were sitting down this time. suguru tastes like lemon mint tea and her pomegranate chapstick everytime you kiss her, transferring the taste over to your own mouth. it makes you almost euphoric.

reluctantly, you pulled away from the enchantress that is suguru geto.

"your turn," you whispered in her ear and carved out a slice with the same fork she fed you with.

her mouth opened wide when you brought the fork up, closing once it got close enough.

you watched, entranced, as she chewed with her eyes closed and groaned around her food.

suguru swallowed and you watched as the knafeh made it's way down the column of her throat.

"good?" you asked teasingly.

"so good," she sounded breathless.

that's how the two of you were sat as the plate slowly dwindled until there was only one bite left.

"last one..." this time she grabbed the piece with her hand and fed it to you, bit by bit.

when the last section made it onto your tongue, you licked the sugar off each of her fingers. carefully, like you were at an alter of something more holy than anything that's walked this earth.

suguru just watched you with her lips parted and chest heaving a tad.

once her fingers were licked clean, she gathered you up and held you to her bosom.

"so," kiss! "so," kiss! "adorable!" biiig kiss!

you giggled at the affection and nuzzled underneath her chin as she leaned back until the two of you hit the blanket.

---

two times a week is when you and suguru decide to have date night, one day is what one of you decide and the other is something the both of you decide on together

outside of date night, the two of you try to spend as much time together in general

waking up in the same bed, eating meals together, commuting together, grocery shopping together, etc

sometimes date night is just staying in and making dinner together

you know suguru's getting serious when she pulls out the apron made with thick canvas and dyed a deep olive green

the way she ties it around herself emphasizes her figure and unfortunately you're only human (you grab her boobs from behind a lot. it gets you banished from the kitchen)

most of the time you're able to behave yourself and help with cutting things

dinner date nights usually result in suguru making an incredibly elaborate meal with multiple courses, because of course she overachieves whenever she can

if she needs to let some food rest or cook in the oven for an extended period of time, she'll wander over to where you're sitting and melt into you

cooking so much is exhausting!!

suguru gets her energy back from kissing and coddling you, she says

you'd debate the facts of that if you didn't enjoy her attention focused solely on you that much

---

it's late. late enough that the full moon is flooding through the window and illuminating the whole bedroom.

suguru faces the window that looks out to the empty space behind the house as she peels her bra off.

you stare at the few jasmine (yesterday it was lavender, day before that was moonflower) petals that fall out of the cups, the rest staying in, and wait for suguru to gingerly pick them up from the ground.

the white of the petal greatly contrasts with the dark of the wood floor, making it look like stars bloom wherever suguru goes.

she picked them up and collected the flowers back into her bra.

tomorrow she would spread them out in the river on her morning walk.

from your point on the bed, on your side and below her, it looked like suguru was something coming down from heaven. with the way the moonlight hit her skin and made her glow, almost.

suguru turned to look at you, something sad in her face.

"hi." she sounds meek. quiet. defeated.

"hi." you wanted to help.

slowly and sluggishly she dragged herself over to the bed where you still laid.

she hovered over you, bare except for her underwear covering her lower half.

her rough hand went to the side of your face and you leaned in instinctively.

your eyes felt heavy with fatigue, but you wouldn't fall asleep. not yet. not without suguru.

silently, her forehead bumped against your own and nuzzled into you.

her lips connected with yours shortly after, no tongue though. just something chaste and light. comforting even. she still tasted like lemon mint tea. still tasted like pomegranate. something bitter and smokey was present this time.

once suguru pulled away and your eyes opened, you saw her bottom lip trembling a bit as she looked upon you.

you tried to sit up, but she delicately laid you back down.

in place of you trying to join her standing, she loosely straddled your middle on the bed.

suguru's inky hair was loose from the usual half up bun and surrounded the two of you like a curtain. like the two of you were the only people in the world.

"what's wrong?" you were so quiet the question sounded almost inaudible.

all she did was bury her head in your shoulder and kiss at any exposed skin she could find. you think you felt hot tears sliding down your neck and soaking into your top.

you kissed the side of her head and let her cry it out, holding her steadfastly.

eventually all her tears dried up and all she did was breathe heavily into you.

"i love you." she was still quiet, but there was some strength in her voice. fullness.

"i love you too." you maneuvered her to be cuddled into your side. if you looked close enough you could see the deepened eye bags under her, normally bright, fox eyes.

suguru clung to you like a second skin until you got too sweaty from the skin on skin contact.

"put a shirt on and then we can sleep, hm?" the suggestion was quiet, but she heard you perfectly fine. she can pick your voice out in a crowd of one hundred, easily.

when she moved to get off the bed and change, you shivered at the lack of warmth. suguru noticed, of course, and spared you a backward glance before taking the huge fluffy blanket at the foot of the bed and tucking you in as gently as possible.

"wait for me, okay?" she kissed your forehead and moved over to the dresser with all of yours and hers clothes.

the way suguru moves, so graceful and powerful, makes you want to get on your knees and do whatever she wished of you. you know she'd do the same for you in a heartbeat.

she flits around the room one more time, picking up a stray sock, closing a drawer, firmly shutting the closet doors. the scrunchie she wears every morning is still on the floor in the same place she flicked it off earlier.

the t-shirt suguru pulled on is actually one of yours. you only noticed after she got in bed and cuddled as close to you as possible.

"that mine?" sleep plagued your voice.

"probably," suguru sounded equally as tired.

you turned to face her fully, "what's up, babe?" your hand extended out to grab her own that rested in front of her face.

suguru's face softened at your worry, "tomorrow. i'll tell you tomorrow." she leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead.

her free hand stroked the side of your face and you sighed at the affection, "promise?" you yawned, getting cozy and cuddly under the toasty blanket.

"promise." suguru yawned after you and tucked herself under your chin.

your eyes closed and you were taken to dreamland with the assurance your lover would be alongside you.

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Safest with You (Ch. 11 - The Poker Game)

5.9K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din hosts a poker game and invites you and your friends; the meeting of friends prompts a discussion about the status of your relationship.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), new-ish established relationship, dirty talk and teasing, mentions of infidelity (not Din), reader gets in her own head a bit (some anxiety), pet names as usual (Pretty bird, pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and Din can pick her up.

A/N: Please kindly suspend your disbelief and allow me to write Poe Dameron as Boba Fett’s son 😂😂😂 Like, when I thought of a roguish, charming, sh*t disturber son of a mob boss, Oscar Isaac’s delicious face just came to mind 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm going to level with you, I wasn't a big fan of Poe in the Sequel trilogy - too much fly boy/fuck boi energy for me, and that's kind of how I'm writing him here. I'm sorry, Poe-lovers, please don't come after me! (For the record, I *am* a big fan of OI!)

I ran a poll on WIP Wednesday asking asking if there was a preference to separate the smut at the end this chapter into its own post. I told myself that if even one person answered that they wanted it separate, then I would do that; it's easy enough to click on the link at the end of the chapter to take you to the smut if you so choose! I hope no one is disappointed that the storyline is moving in the direction where smut will be a regular addition to the chapters - but if that's not your bag, I totally understand! I'm sorry if you need to go and am so thankful that you've read along to this point 😘😘😘

Series Masterlist

In the following weeks, you and Din fall into a comfortable rhythm and easily slot each other into your busy lives.

Your nightly dog walks resume and on most week nights Din tries to stay at your apartment, with you working late more often than not and it being closer to your office.  He’s becoming a familiar face to your work colleagues, bringing you (and often them as well) dinner as an easy and welcomed excuse to see you.  Some days he’ll just join you for a lunch trip to your favourite sandwich shop and the two of you will have a quick picnic outside your office building if the weather is warm enough.  Weekends are for long, lazy dates that span the entire day, rolling into romantic dinners that have you and Din eating your way across the city.  It’s so easy being with Din; the conversation never stops, the sex is brain meltingly good, and he never ceases to make you feel adored.  If anyone were to ask, you were the smartest, funniest, most beautiful woman on this planet and Din would readily unretire his boxing gloves if anyone dared to disagree.  Every moment with Din makes you giddy; not only is this bear of a man actually a secret softie, he’s also goofy and funny, and lucky for you, his new favourite pastime is to make you laugh.  

One night over dinner, you mention in passing that you love the arm waving tube men outside of used car dealerships (actually, you don’t know what they’re called, so you did a sort of arm flail with both your arms above your head and Din almost died laughing).  The following Saturday, you arrive at the gym in the afternoon to find that Din has rented two tube men and they’re bending, blowing this way and that, arms flying and rippling from the force of the air being blown from the fan units in their base.  You join a large group of onlookers in front of the gym, mostly children, laughing and watching with amusement as the silly attention-grabbing gimmick brings you pure unadulterated joy for a good 10 minutes.  After going in, you find Din folding some towels next to the boxing ring and you launch yourself at him directly, too full of laughter and delight to care who sees.  “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you murmur against his lips, unable to stop smiling.  Din picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, not caring who sees either; he wants everyone at the gym to know whose girl you are.  Feeling your big smile against his mouth before seeing it, he grins, “You’re welcome, pretty bird.” 

“Are they a permanent feature?”

“Unfortunately, no.  Just for the weekend, then I have to give them back to the used car lot down the street, Watto’s.  Plus, people keep coming in asking if we’re having a special on memberships today,” he says with a groan.

Giggling, you slide down Din’s body and give him a long, deep kiss, one that will guarantee a fair bit of ribbing from the guys, before heading up to Din’s apartment via the gym’s second floor entrance.  Most of these indulgent weekends start at Din’s so he can stay close to work – you take to baking in Din’s apartment and bringing down treats for the patrons, which are generally very well received.  When you brought down ginger molasses cookies, Greef had jokingly scolded you saying his boxers shouldn’t have too many sweet treats as part of their training, before scarfing down two cookies, then swatting Jimmy’s hand away from the plate and pocketing three more.  You’re sure your offering the following weekend of high fibre raisin bran muffins were better for training regimens, but the enthusiasm for them seemed lower. 

Din’s place, the apartment and the gym as an extension, starts to feel more and more comfortable; a small collection of your things (books, toiletries) have migrated to his apartment, and you love that the familiar faces at Mando’s are starting to fold into your life as well.

The only small twinge of regret you have is that with all the time you're spending with Din, especially the time spent at his place, you’re not spending as much time with Al.  He’s more than welcomed at Din’s but you hadn’t wanted to uproot him too much, or impose too much on Din too quickly, so on the weekends Bea’s been coming by to walk Al and take care of him.  You miss your special guy, your long weekend walks and dog park events; as you cut the butter into your shortbread cookie dough in Din’s kitchen, you decide that you have to make more of an effort to make sure Al isn’t left out.

“Can you do me a favour?”

“Anything, pretty bird.”

“Do you think you might be able to hang out with Al tomorrow night?  I feel like he’s feeling a little neglected, and I don’t want to leave him alone.  I’d take him to Rory’s but her building has a weird no pets rule,” you pout a little as you scratch Al’s head with one hand while holding the phone to your ear with your other.

Without hesitation, Din agrees, “Sure, baby.  I’d love to have him over during poker night.  Guarantee he won’t feel lonely.”

“I’ll make some food for your poker night as a thank you!  And I’ll bring a dog bed too.  God knows I have a few to spare,” you chuckle as you scan your apartment to pick a bed to bring.

“No need, pretty bird.  I bought Al a dog bed for here already.”

“Of course you did,” you smile to yourself.  Thoughtful, thoughtful man.

And that’s how you find yourself with two big bags of food, an overnight bag each for yourself and a dog, and said dog in tow, looking up at the long flight of stairs leading up to Din’s apartment.  Luckily, you don’t have to wait very long before his thundering steps are heard and he comes to help you carry everything.  Once on the top landing, Din gingerly places everything on the ground before pulling you in close for the greeting you deserve.

“So… I’ve been thinking…” Din starts, almost shy, “Do you think your friends might like to come over and hang out here?  It won’t be a ‘girls’ night’ but there’s food and drinks and it might be fun for our friends to meet? …I mean, if you think it’s a good idea?”

Grinning at Din’s suggestion, you think outloud, “I mean, it’s not a bad idea… I’ll check with Rory and Bea, but what brought this on?”

Din answers by burying his face into your neck and nibbling on your earlobe, “Just like being with you, pretty bird.”

You relent easily, “Ok, but I’m warning you right now about playing with Rory, she’s going to take you all to the cleaner’s.”

“Good.  It’s been boring being the only one who wins money,” laughs Paz, who has suddenly appeared.  Giving Din a pointed look, “Hey, you know, the gentlemanly thing is to help the lady carry her bags inside,” before giving you a big bear side hug and greeting you with his new nickname for you (“Hey, Lil’ Lady.”) He picks up the food bags and heads in, passing Bo who’s on her way onto the landing to say hi.  For one reason or another, you haven’t seen her since Jimmy’s fight night; after a big hug, she looks at you with seriousness, “Thank god you’re back.  This one,” she jabs a thumb at Din, “was an unbearable grump while you were apart.  Please never leave us again.” She takes Al’s leash from you, and leads him inside the apartment; a second later you hear a raucous cheer of “Alfredo!!” followed by Al’s happy barks.

After setting out the food you brought (caprese sandwiches, sugar dusted mascarpone-blueberry turnovers, bruschetta) and putting what needs to be warmed in the oven (garlic knots, salmon-onion dip, turkey meatball pops), you text the girls and receive an enthusiastic response to the suggested change of plans.

Sitting on Din’s lap to give him the good news, you pass around the sandwiches to the delight of the players already seated at the big card table Din set out for the occasion.  You’re excited that the Mandos that are here tonight will get to meet some of your friends and you tell them so.

“Looking forward to it!  And… you get to meet Poe tonight,” says Koska, with an almost apologetic look.

“Who’s Poe?” you ask, curiously looking around at the facial expressions of the Mandos, ranging from eye rolling to what can only be described as shit eating grins.

Din explains, “He’s Boba’s son.”

“And you guys… like him?”

“We have to,” quips Paz, which is met with laughter from the group, “but we also do for real.  He’s just… a lot.”

Mayfeld chimes in, “He’s all about having good time; always trying to up the ante cause he’s got ‘My dad’s a big deal’ energy and always has.  Used to start shit for fun when we were in school cause he knew no one could do anything to him.”

“I remember it more like he would start trouble with that smart mouth of his, then one of us would have to finish it.”  Paz looks at you, “Used to be me and Din standing between him and a bloody nose, every damn time.”

Din appears to be a bit more forgiving of the past, “He’s calmed down a bit now… still has the smart mouth and a lot of energy, but blows off steam in more constructive ways… like poker instead of all night partying.  Which is like the rest of us, really…”

Jimmy reaches past you to grab a sandwich, “Yeah, the rest of you old timers…”

“What was that?”, Bo cocks an eye brow at the young boxer, who smartly pretends to be incredibly invested in selecting the right sandwich.

Wrapping his arms a little more tightly around your waist, Din draws soothing circles on your thigh with his fingers, “Don’t let Paz give you the wrong impression of Poe; he’s just bitter because he was always the one who ended up getting in trouble when someone wanted to kick Poe’s ass.”

Paz huffs, “Yeah, getting in trouble for defending him when he probably should have taken a pounding; kissing someone else’s girlfriend half the time.”

“Omigod” you giggle, as Paz puts Jimmy in a loose headlock; revenge for the “old timers” comment.

Woves pipes up, “Oh yeah, he’s still a shameless flirt.  Warn your friends.”

“Warn her friends?! Warn herself!” exclaims Koska.

“He’s mainly all talk though.  Lisa would slit him from balls to throat if she ever caught him cheating,” Woves explains, seemingly to you.

“Caught him again, you mean,” Koska grimaces.

“Oh shoot.  I forgot about that girl on the yacht.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about Fennec’s birthday party, but yeah she was pissed.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Donut shop,” chime in Bo, Mayfeld, Din and Paz in unison.

“Lisa is his girlfriend?” you ask, unsure.

“His wife.  And the mother of his two beautiful kids.  They’ve been together since high school.  On and off, if you haven’t guessed already,” Bo looks embarrassed, even though she has no reason to.

Din hooks his chin over your shoulder and says gently, “That was in the past, though.  They’ve worked through it and he’s been good.”

“Nah.  I bet he just got good at not getting caught.  Always assume cheating until proven otherwise, is what I say,” pontificates Mayfield.

“And that, Mayfeld, is why you’re single,” snickers Woves.

“Right, and you’re beating them off with a stick,” counters Mayfield.  The group laughs, but you find yourself quiet.  You know the Mandos are just joking around and that they’ve all known eachother forever, but you can’t help but bristle a little at the casual way they talk about Poe’s past (and potential?) infidelity.  If the rest of the Mandos are anything like Din, you know they value loyalty and fealty, but did their sense of unwavering commitment not extend to partners?  You and Din haven’t officially discussed exclusivity; you had assumed that like you, Din wasn’t seeing anyone else – but maybe that wasn’t the case. 

You can feel yourself getting in your own head and before you can help yourself, an image of Din kissing someone else flashes before your eyes and your heart constricts painfully.  Sliding off of Din’s lap, you excuse yourself to go check on the food in the oven; you make to busy yourself with taking out and plating the food, but you can’t help it, the heart-breaking image has taken root in your mind.  You’re mad at yourself for spiraling so quickly over something created entirely by your own overactive imagination.  Yes, you haven’t confirmed your relationship status with Din, but he hasn’t given you any reason to give any weight to your sudden anxiety.   This stabbing pain in your chest is entirely of your own making and you feel so much embarrassment that you start to tear up a little bit, which makes it even worse.

You’re not sure how long you’re in the kitchen wallowing, but it must be a while because Din comes in looking for you, “Need any help, pretty bird?”

Turning away from him, you say quietly, “No, thank you though.  I should have everything out in a minute.”

And just like that, Din knows something is wrong; he makes sure you don’t have anything in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose right behind your ear and kissing your neck lovingly, “I’m here, baby.”

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, even though he wants to know.  He doesn’t ask how he can help, even though he would do anything to make it better; he just wants you to know he’s there and that you can come to him on your terms.  You turn in his arms and bury your face into him, breathing in his soothing scent and instantly feeling calmer.  Face smooshed into his chest, you mumble, “Dhnn, dyoothkchhhteenisohhhk?”

Din chuckles, “Sorry, pretty bird, I don’t think I caught that.”

Leaning away slightly, but not making eye contact, you re-ask your somewhat loaded question in a quiet voice, “Din, do you think cheating is ok?”

Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to meet his concerned eyes, Din says gently, “No, no, I don’t, sweetheart.  What brought this on?  Is it because we were talking about Poe?”

You sigh a small sigh, “I guess so.  You just seem to all be so… okay with his cheating history?  At least everyone talks about it so casually.  And I’m guessing you all know Lisa too… I feel so bad for her if everyone is talking about how her husband cheats like it’s so normal or something…”  You collect yourself and take a deep breath, “Din, actually, no, I’m sorry.  That’s being presumptuous.  You’ve all been friends forever and have so much shared history… I don’t mean to assume anything about your friendships.  I just… I didn’t know if the way Poe’s cheating seems to be no big deal… means that all cheating is no big deal.”

“I see,” considers Din.  He knows this is a serious topic and it obviously means a lot to you, but he can’t help but find your anxious state somewhat endearing, you aren’t usually so flustered and it makes him desperately want to scoop you up in his arms and soothe away your worries.    He bends down to give you a little peck on your lips before picking you up by your waist and placing you on a free space on the counter.  He doesn’t want you to be able to avoid eye contact with him when he answers, “Pretty bird, I don’t blame you for getting the wrong idea.  You’re right, we probably are too casual when we talk about Poe’s exploits.  It’s been going on forever, and he’s kind of like… a show that we get front row seats for?  Like a celebrity kind of?  We love him, and he give us something to talk about, but the way he lives is not the way we live.  He lives in a totally different world than the Mandos; when you’re the boss’ son, you play by different rules.”

You gaze reverently at Din as he so patiently and lovingly talks you down from your self created ledge and can’t help but let a little smile crack.

“Poe… well, you’ll see.  Poe is Poe.  Can’t be mad at him.  And sometimes that makes it seem like the shit he pulls isn’t that bad.  But, baby, for ourselves?  I promise you, no Mando has ever been a cheat.  It goes against everything we stand for; we don’t cheat each other, we don’t cheat the family, and we definitely don’t cheat in our relationships.  And I swear to you, baby – I never have and would never cheat.  Not on anyone, but definitely not you.”  Leaning in to alternate soft kisses to your lips, your neck, the corners of your mouth and your nose, Din’s voice gets low and husky, “Why would I want anyone else?  You’re my dream girl.  You make me laugh and smile.  You’re so sweet.  And the smartest.  You know how smart you are?  I’m obsessed with everything that comes out of that mouth.  I could listen to you talk about anything for hours.  Days.  And you’re beautiful, and kind, and you take care of me, and my friends.  Just look at how much effort you put in to the food for tonight when you didn’t have to even bring anything at all.  I’m so lucky.  Why would I ever want anyone else?”

“Oh Din,” you whisper, marveling at Din’s talent for saying all the perfect things; you had wound yourself up inexplicably tight, but he knew exactly how to calm you and pull you out of your dark place, “How do you always know what I need to hear to feel better?”

“It’s actually very easy, sweetheart.  All I need to do is tell you the truth,” murmurs Din, as he starts to deepen the kisses, “Actually, scratch that.  I lied a bit, I’m just obsessed with this mouth, period.  Love kissing this mouth.  Love when this mouth opens up for me.  How it feels pressed on my skin.  The way it takes my cock…”

“Oh fuck, Din-“

“…but the thing I love the most about this mouth is the sounds it makes when you come,” Din buries his face into your neck, nipping at your sensitive spots as you cross your ankles behind his back and pull him closer.

A round of raucous laughter from the poker table pulls you out of your arousal laden haze and away from Din, both of you panting lightly.  Looking in Din’s eyes and finding nothing but sincerity, you feel comfortable enough to broach the last of your overblown concerns, “Din, if you were seeing other people though, I couldn’t be mad, I guess.  It’s not like we’ve had any talks about exclusivity.”

At first, Din isn’t sure if you’re being serious, the idea so absurd to him.  But when he sees you start to chew your bottom lip nervously, he placates you, “Oh, pretty bird, I didn’t think we needed to have a talk about it.  I’ve been exclusively yours since I met you in the coffeeshop.  I was yours and only yours before I even knew your name, before I knew if I would ever see you again,” Din leans his forehead against yours and you can barely breathe from his romantic words.

When you sigh, relaxed, Din grins, “Feeling better, sweetheart?”  Looking up at him, your eyes bright, you smile and nod happily.  As he helps you hop down from the counter, you cheekily ask, “Don’t you want to ask if I’m seeing anyone else?”

Din stills, hands frozen where they were holding your waist not a moment ago, “Are you?”

Now you can’t help but be mischievous, “And if I were?”

Eyes darkening, Din reaches for you, “Baby, I-”

At that moment, your phone buzzes and you’re saved, “Oh!  Bea and Rory are downstairs!  I’m going to let them in!”  You grab a plate of garlic knots and practically flounce out of the kitchen, depositing the plate at the poker table before exiting the apartment.  You’re about halfway down the stairs when you hear the outside door being buzzed open, and see the smiling faces of your friends along with a the attractive face of a dark haired man you don’t recognize.

The man is chatting animatedly with Bea, his smile lighting up his whole face.  He is quite handsome, you admit – soft longish curls frame his face and he’s mainly clean cut with just a hint of a shadow, giving you a clear view of his chiseled jaw.  His lightly hooded eyes are bright and full of mirth, and his expression is currently so energetic he has a charming, almost boyish look about him. 

You wait for the trio on the second-floor landing; Rory spots you first (“Babe!!”) and rushes up the last few steps before enveloping you in a big hug, the bags in her hands full of clinking wine bottles.  You giggle and give her a big kiss on the cheek, “Is this overkill?” as you peek in her bags and find 7 bottles (2 Cabernet Sauvignons, 2 Sauvignon Blancs, 2 Beaujolais [that’s for you], and one bottle of Rosé).

Rory shrugs, “Didn’t know what everyone would like?”

“That’s why I brought tequila!  Everyone hates tequila!” quips the stranger, beaming widely.

“…and tequila hates everyone,” you smile and introduce yourself while pulling Bea in for a hug.

“Poe!  Poe Dameron!  You must be Din’s girl.  Must say, I can see what the fuss is all about,” he winks, “Guess it’s true what they say, beautiful girls only hang out with other beautiful girls.”

You’re so confused.  The line is so cheesy.  And you know about his flirting from the Mandos… but you’re not creeped out?  Apparently you and your friends are not immune to Poe’s famous charm and earnest brown eyes and you suddenly understand what Din meant when he said you just can’t be mad at Poe.

“Dameron!” comes a shout at the top of the stairs; it’s Paz, with a look of impatience on his face. Unless you’re Paz, you chuckle to yourself.

“Sorry, Heavy P! Got distracted, I mean, even you can’t blame me,” Poe flashes his winning smile again before angling out his elbows and offering up his arms for any willing woman to take.  Letting your friends have at it, you walk ahead and mouth to Paz as you get to the top, “Omigod.  Heavy P?!?”

Paz rolls his eyes and shakes his head (“Lil’ Lady, don’t.”) before muttering, “I swear to god,” and holding out his hands to take the wine from Rory and the bags of food from Bea (which you now realize that Poe notably did not offer to help carry).

You enter the apartment as a comical looking group: Paz laden down with bags that he carries directly to the kitchen (scowling), you looking amused (eyes wide with a kind of astonishment at the scene that just played out), then Poe bringing up the rear, making a grand entrance with a beautiful woman on each arm, grandstanding like a debutant making her entrance at the cotillion.  Al makes a beeline for Rory and Bea when he spots them, and they readily abandon Poe to greet the pup; you have to stifle a snicker when you see Poe’s look of disappointment at having been upstaged by a dog.

“Told you he’s a lot,” a voice whispers in your ear; you turn to find Din grinning at you.  He gives you a little kiss on top of your head before going to greet and welcome your friends.  Introductions are made and everyone gathers around the card table so that those who are playing can play, and everyone can chat, drink and eat.  The Mandos are incredibly hospitable and warm towards your friends; you don’t know if it’s out of kindness to you and Din or just because they really are a friendly bunch, but it fills you with joy to see your friends so well taken care of.  To no one’s surprise (not even Bea or Rory’s), Poe insists on pouring everyone a shot of the tequila he brought and plays deaf to people’s protests.  Rory downs hers without complaint before going back to her cards; you wrinkle your nose in disgust at your shot and when Poe isn’t looking, Din drinks yours, and you see Mayfeld nonchalantly do the same for Bea.  Poe just goes about his business, pouring himself more shots and chaotically raising bets while telling wild story after story about the people in the room (usually targeting the last person who called his hand).  He’s entertaining for sure, and he's seems less interested in winning at poker than he is getting everyone to have a good time.  It’s working.  Poe’s energy is infectious and the tequila is effective - the party gets livelier and livelier as the evening goes on. 

At a certain point, Woves and Paz nearly get into it after Poe (deliberately?) exposes his hand and everyone decides it’s a good time for a break so people can stretch and get more food.  You and Bea flop down on the couch with your wine, and a few people, including Poe, come over to join you, “So, when are you going to come and meet my dad?”

“Why would she meet your dad?” Bea asks curiously.

You look at Poe, your eyes widening just a little, mouth open to interject but having no response ready.  Without missing a beat, Poe says smoothly, “Oh, my dad and Din’s dad were best friends.  Din’s basically family.  My father’s favourite son.”

Bea laughs and you shoot Poe a grateful look, which he acknowledges only with the quickest of winks.  Din comes over, catching the tail end of this exchange; he claps Poe on the back appreciatively before sitting down and throwing his arm around you, “I think I’m done for the night, pretty bird.  Don’t have any more money for Rory to take.”

“Told you she’d clean you all out,” you giggle.

“I think both Bo and Paz are in love with her, too.  I’m not getting in the middle of that, so I’m just going to hang out here with you for the rest of the night, if you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “Of course not, but are you sure?  I don’t want your friends to think that when I’m around, your attention is divided.”

“Oh, it’s not divided, sweetheart.” Smooth talker.  But you can’t help but feel flushed at Din’s words.

“Ok, ew.  Yeah, Dad is going to love you.  He’s been wanting Din to settle down for forever and he deep down he loves this gooey stuff,” bemoans Poe, and the group cracks up.

When the card game looks like it’s going to start up again, Bea yawns a bit and announces she’s going to go hover over Rory to gently encourage her to cash out her winnings so they can head out soon.  This reminds you that you have something for her, and you excuse yourself saying you’ll be right back.

When you emerge from the bedroom with the book you brought for Bea, you run into Din in the hallway; he’s leaning up against the wall, as if waiting for you.

“Hey you,” your smile easy and wide, reflective of how content you are with how this evening has gone.

Din moves towards you and using only his size advantage, crowds you against the wall he was just leaning against, then braces his forearm above you and peers down at you, “Hey pretty bird.”

You can’t help but let out a school girl giggle at this move.

Still holding your gaze, Din says in a low voice, “Don’t think I forgot what we were talking about in the kitchen before.”

Oh. So that’s what this little display is about; you’ve had a little time to think about it and you smile sheepishly, “Oh Din, I have to apologize for that.  Like, the image of you kissing someone else only flashed across my mind for a second and it upset me so much!  I shouldn’t have teased you with the same thing.  I’m sorry.”  You look up at Din with your most innocent, forgive-me eyes.

Din softens internally; he had been prepared to tease you mercilessly, but now looking down at you and feeling a little bad that you had been upset earlier, he’s tempted to let you off the hook.  Maybe.  

“Pretty bird, I’m sorry you had even a moment’s doubt and that it upset you; in case it’s not clear, I’m yours and yours only.  There isn’t anyone else, baby.  Couldn’t be anyone else.”

You melt under Din’s words and you want to make sure he knows how you feel too, “I feel the same way.  You’re so sweet, and kind, and caring, I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.  You make me so happy.  There’s no one else for me but you, Din.”

“But,” Din leans in to whisper darkly in your ear, “if you were seeing other people…”

You gasp a little at the low edge to his voice. “…I would want to know who they were.”  Din places a light kiss on your jaw before pulling back to move to the other side of your face and when he does, the expression you see on his face makes you shiver.  “I’d want to make sure they were treating you right.”  Another light kiss on your jaw.  Switching back again to the other side to nuzzle just below your ear, he continues in his deep, sultry drawl, “But when it’s my time with you… I’d remind you of who you really belong to.”

Afraid of letting out a whimper, you bite down on your lower lip, eyes open wide while you take in Din’s words.  “The things I would do to you would make you scream out my name until you couldn't speak, until you forget every other name but mine.  And when I’m done, there wouldn’t be any doubt in that pretty head of yours that you belong to me, sweetheart.”

This time you do whimper out loud and you’re sure everyone on the other side of the wall can hear; at this, Din dips to kiss his way to your other ear and growls, “Mine.”  You feel your panties dampen at his possessive words, the low timber of his voice making your knees buckle; Din catches you by wedging his thigh between your legs and you curl your arms under his to steady yourself.  “Yours,” you whisper, “all yours, daddy.”

Din’s mouth is on yours in a flash, tongue gaining quick entrance as your soft moans escape without your permission.  He drinks you in like a man parched, chasing your taste, unable to get enough.  You match the pressing brush of his lips and the movement of his tongue, stroke for stroke; his possessive manner and almost jealous sounding tone unlocking a deep desire within you.  It’s the same part of you that loves to be marked by his mouth, his hands, his cum; that part of your being that wants Din to claim you.  You’re getting all the way lost in Din and the way he surrounds you when you drop the book you’re still holding for Bea and it makes a loud thud that silences the chattering voices on the other side of the wall. 

“Hey, lovebirds!  We can fucking hear you!” booms Paz.

“Looks like I’m not the horniest one for once!”

“Shut up, Dameron!” Din yells, but with a grin only for you, “Yeah, I’m kicking them all out now, pretty bird.”

Chuckling, you give Din a sweet kiss before picking up the book that gave you both away, “Don’t do that.  We need to give Rory time to take all of Poe’s money.”  Winking, you turn to blow Din a kiss before rounding the corner to a chorus of hoots and hollers.

---

Poker night has been so much fun, you’re almost sad it’s over.  Everyone ate and loved the food you and the girls brought over; Mayfeld quietly apologizes for eating over 70% of the garlic knots and on behalf of everyone else who plan to politely demand that you supply the food for all future poker games.  To no one’s surprise, Rory leaves the poker game the big winner, having taken nearly everyone’s money and also the hearts of both Paz and Bo.  Jimmy and Brian encourage you to invite your friends to the next big fight, making sure to do so in Bea’s earshot.  Woves and Koska, both wine drunk, fight over who gets to take Al out for his nighttime walk; a fight they both lose when Din steps in and declares clearly that Al’s late-night walks are spoken for.  Poe, to (poorly) quote Pride and Prejudice, simpered and smirked all evening and made love to them all – you concede that the Mandos were right, he really is the life of the party. 

After everyone leaves and you put your girls in a cab, you and Din set out on your nightly walk with Al.  As you stroll through the neighbourhood, still bustling despite the late hour, you feel Din pull you closer into his side and you respond by hugging his waist and looking up adoringly at him, “I think Al had such a good time tonight, Din.  Thank you for letting me bring him.”

“Of course.  Al’s my boy.  What about you, pretty bird?  Did you have a good time?”

You nod truthfully, “I really did.  I think everyone had such a good time and your friends were so, so nice to my friends.”

“Even Poe?”

“Especially Poe.”  You both chuckle and continue the walk in comfortable silence for a bit.  Deep in thought about the serious discussion the two of you had in the midst of all the fun tonight, Din wants to make sure you’re feeling okay, “How are you feeling about what we talked about?  I know some of the stuff with Poe made you a bit uneasy.”

“Mmmhmm, I went to a bad head space for a bit, but you pulled me out.  Thank you, Din,” you say, lightheartedly, your easy tone suggestive of having moved past it.

“I’m always here for you, pretty bird.”

“And I’m more than okay with what we talked about,” you add; it’s an innocent enough response, but now you’re thinking about how hot your conversation in the hallway was.  Recalling Din’s dark expression as he talked about making you his has you squirming and you feel the warmth of your arousal start to seep through your panties.  When you finally make it to the sidewalk outside of the gym, you decide to broach the topic again.

“Din?”

“Yes, baby?”

You consider how to ask for what you want, “When we get home, do you think you can.. I want you to… do what you said in the hallway?”

Din tilts his head slightly to convey he’s not sure what you mean.

Suddenly shy, the words spill out in a hurry, “I want you act like I’m seeing other people, and then I want you to fuck me hard until I forget that anyone exists but you.”

Realization hits Din like a freight train and he’s overcome by his need to have you right now, “Is that what you want, pretty bird?  You want me to make you scream my name so many times you don’t need to know any one else’s?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip, “Fuck me and claim me, daddy.”

“Holy fu-, I can do that.  But tonight, I’m not your daddy.  You only call me by my name.  Got it, pretty bird?”

Wordlessly, you nod again.

“Good girl.  Now get upstairs.”

Go to: Ch. 11 Addendum - After The Poker Game

[devine-star]

hi! I saw your response to my desperate thank you to your writing of colby with a male reader but held off until on requesting until now because I saw the response at like 1 am. but anyway I was plunged back into my snc phase and am in desperate need of perhaps Sam, colby, and Seth with a tall male s/o? when I think tall I think like 6'3"+

pretty please I literally never request and I love your work so much, obviously no pressure ofc but ily

Sam and Colby crew x Tall!Male!Reader!

Note: Just gonna be headcannons about first dates! :)) Also thank you for the request!! Send in as many as you'd like!

Colby:

When Colby was first set up on this blind date, he didnt really know what to expect honestly

He was currently sat in a bar booth on his phone reading over the description that Kat had sent him.

"Colby?" He jumped and turned to look at the voice but had to look upwards seeing as the man standing at the booth was roughly 6'5!

"uh yeah!" He said happily standing, at first he thought this was a fan

"Oh good! I was hoping that was you! Im Y/n!" But this wasnt a fan, it was the man he was on the blind date with!

Now, Colby knew a lot of things about himself but one thing he DIDN'T know was he was into taller men.

Like, REALLY into taller men apparently.

His face was flushed red the entire date and anytime Y/n stood to go get them drinks, he felt his heart rate speed up

The date went AMAZINGLY!

Colby was swooning everytime Y/n laughed or smiled his way

After one too many drinks, the two men were stumbling down the LA streets.

Arms wrapped around each other and happily laughing and chatting about anything

By the time they got to Colby's apartment, Colby was feeling brave

So, as they were saying goodbyes Colby reached up and pressed a kiss to Y/n's lips; it got slightly heated.

"Wanna come up for some coffee?" Colby sloppily winked causing his date to laugh and agree

Sam:

Now, Sam knew he was into taller guys. Knew it his whole life!

So when he seemed to bag to, somehow, bag a nearly 7 foot tall guy; he felt AMAZING

Their first date was to an aquarium!

Lots of laughs were shared as Y/n seemed to bump his head on multiple things

First was the tube that you can walk through the water and see the fish

Sam couldn't help but giggle and lean against Y/n as he was laughing as well.

The next was when they were in the gift shop and Y/n was knelt down trying to find a size of shirt that Sam had wanted and when he stood? BAM! Head connected to a shelf

The two shared jokes about how this date would end in an e.r trip and decided to end the date and go for ice cream

But Sam couldn't hold in his giggles when Y/n had to bend over to order their ice cream at the small ice cream stand

Walking on the LA board walk, hand in hand and eating Ice cream. The two enjoyed deep talks

Talking about their goals and life and even some about their childhoods

Eventually the sun went down and somehow this date went from a 2 hour date to a 7 hour date.

Y/n dropped Sam off at home and before Sam could get out of the car Y/n stopped him and placed a kiss to his cheek telling him he'd love to do another date; Sam agrees.

Once Sam was inside, he did that classic movie thing where he leans against the door and happily sighs.

Colby looked over from where he was sitting in Sam's living room, "where have you been?"

"More importantly, how did you get into my house???"

Seth:

These two met when Seth was working at the Conjouring house

What a romantic way to meet!

Y/n had just gotten the job when he met Seth!

Y/n was a guide and Seth was just there working doing paperwork

The two spent many long nights together, Y/n opting to help Seth with his paperwork and Seth often followed the tour groups and helped relay stories to guests

The owners would often make small comments about how the two height differences were funny but also small comments about how close the two were

Often asking if the two had gone on a date yet or finally confessed their feelings

Seth would often borrow Y/n's hoodies, they were often dresses on him due to how much taller Y/n is to him

Seth would also fake not being able to reach a cup from the cabinet just so Y/n could reach around him from behind to grab the cup for him

Seth was crushing HARD after like 6 months of working together

The night that brought the two together was the night Seth was grabbed in the basement.

He came running up the stairs, TERRFIED

Y/n was the first person he ran to, tears in his eyes.

Y/n brought him outside and calmed him down as he held Seth

Eventually, the two fell into silence with Seth's head on Y/n's shoulder and Y/n's head resting on his

Something about this scary experience frazzled Seth's mind, he turned to look up at Y/n

Y/n looked back at him

Their eyes said everything when their voices failed

Soon their lips met and they shared a passionate kiss under the night stars.

From inside, they heard a gasp as one of the owners ran off shouting to their partner "you owe me 20$! They kissed!"

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♡ daddy’s girl ♡

bimbo!reader/simon!riley/blackfem!coded/some teasing/ slight daddy kink muahaha

inspo given by @tojisun <3

you stand in the mirror humming along to your playlist as you do you your edges— you and simon are heading to your parents house and there meeting him for the first time, your excited and bit worried as your father can be a bit mean but your sure simon will be on his best behavior-

“hey love?”

simon calls and walks into the room and softly stands behind you

“hm?” you hum, lazer focused on perfecting your edges “you ready to leave” he whispers in his raspy voice as he leans down and kisses the side of your neck, and you smell his cologne and the cigarette he just smoked “yea just finishing up” you whisper smiling in the mirror and feeling butterflies explode—

you close the jar of the edge control and place it in the drawer along with your edge comb and and hot comb and you pick up your pink juicy tube lipgloss that simon bought you yesterday in a shopping spree

simon follows behind you as you go in the closet and grab your pink pumps and slip them on and you look in the mirror at your short top and short skit, and you wear a heart necklace with an s on it and pink eyeshadow, you look up at simon and he’s wearing his typical dark cargos and black shirt with a thick black jacket over it, the juxtaposition kinda makes you laugh—

“si let me put on some lip balm on your lips! it’ll look pretty.. pleasee?” you say with a slight pout and simon looks down you slightly amused and mostly annoyed..

“no” you absolutely hate the word no.. no? how dare he say no.. “si please.. jus wanna make you look pretty” simon almost gives in, hating seeing you pout and loving to give in to your somewhat childish woes- he shakes his head no and your left somewhat shocked he gestures you to come on and you grab your pink sweater and purse and you walk out with him and walk to the car as he locks the door, he opens the door and you get in and he bends down for a kiss but you just close the door, feeling upset :(

“this fucking girl man” simon whispers as he walks to his side of the car and gets in, he looks at you and your turned towards the door with your arms crossed, simon looks at you for a sec “baby” you don’t turn and he just starts the car and pulls off not trynna start with you rn, he’s already worried about making a decent impression on your parents—

after driving in silence simon stops at a red light and looks over to you and sighs “where’s the fucking lip balm” when he says that you immediately look over to him and smile quickly grabbing your purse and rummaging through it, you grab it and open it and lean over the seat gently putting it on his lips, you smile and he simply looks down at you pissed that he gave in again, you softly pec his lips and pull away..

“you look so pretty si” you whisper and pec his lips again, simon stares at you and you see the light turns red but simon doesn’t move, still watching you—

“um si i think the light is red” and he looks “shit” and quickly pulls off looking back at the honking cars “yea yea fuck you too” he whispers and continues to drive, now in peace because your in a better mood—

after an hour of driving you pull up to your parents house and you quickly pull down the car mirror and touch up your lipgloss— “baby i want you to be good for me okay? no attitudes or nun, i’m trying to make a good impression” you softly look at him “mm okay, i promise” you smile and simon slight smiles back “good girl” he whispers and presses kisses on your lips getting the sparkly lip gloss on them and slightly licking it when he gets out the car noticing how it tastes sweet— he quickly rounds the car and opened your door, helping you out as the ground is gravel and your wearing those tall ass heels, you walk hand in hand up to the door and ring the door bell—

you notice the expression on simons face and you caress his hand with your thumb and you look up at him “ there gonna love you” you whisper and smile softly, the door opens and your greeted by your mom and dad, you dad standing there stoic as always while your mom greets you both and showering you both with love—

your at the dinner table having a nice conversation with your parents, your dad slightly warms up to simon and your mom absolutely adores him, letting si lead the conversation between you four you simply focus on eating your food, feeling like the potatoes are a little bland you ask “daddy can you pass me the salt?” and you look up and watch as simon and your father reach for it both, both men’s hands pause and the look up at each other and you watch as simons face heats up and your father has a face of mortification? “u-um i can jus-“ you whisper but your cutoff when simon quickly grabs it and places it next your plate, clearing his throat and going back to his food— the table is silent for 5 mins before your mother (heaven bless her) changes the subject and continues on the conversation..

the dinner turns out to be quiet enjoyable after simon gets your dad to laugh, cutting the tension a bit, your now washing the dishes as your mom, simon and your father are sitting at the couch watching a game, you soon feel someone sneak behind you but you know it’s simon and you let him “having fun?” you ask with a slight smile “i think i need a bloody cigarette” you giggle a bit and you feel him press closer to you “si” you whisper in a knowing tone “i’ve had to deal with that for the last hour after you called me that at the table love, just know your in trouble when we get home” you look up at him “b-but” you try to reason “nah you thought i would forget about that little attitude earlier? hm? and almost embarrassing me infront of your father?.. no pretty girl.. your in trouble” he whispers and presses soft wet kisses down your neck and your thighs squeeze together and you hold back a whimper— he taps your hip and walks away sitting back down with your parents like nothing happened—

after cleaning up your saying your goodbyes to your parents after your mom hands simon a whole bunch of leftovers— you walk back to the car and simon opens the door for you before getting in a pulling off a little too quick, you feel a bit scared and you squeeze your thighs together “si-” he cuts you off—

“not changing my mind pretty girl, had me fucking hard all day, wanted to fuck you all day” he grabs your hand and places it along the thick bulge and you softly start to rub it “s-sorry daddy, didn’t mean too”

“i know baby” he whispers and watches you rub his hard on and slightly speeds home—

you get home and pull up into the driveway and simon demands “go inside” you look up at him “daddy please” you whine and he softly grabs your jaw “go inside mama i’m right behind you” your stomach tingles and you quickly get out the car and walk as fast as you can in your heels and walking inside starting to take off your clothes—

you finally slip off your panties and you look up and gasp when you see si behind you in the mirror, leaning against the door frame, his eyes trailing your body up and down..

there’s “daddy’s girl”

|a/n|

waaaa guys did i eat?? i got this ideas from one of my fave writers on tumblr @tojisun and they gave me permission to write it yayaya!!! lmk if you want a part 2 for the smut 🤭 i’ll gladly like it.. i hope i did it justice!! ily guys ty 🩷🪽

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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 21 || 759 Words || Read on Ao3 —

Lily curses under her breath as she exits the tube station, checking her phone and seeing the time. Ten minutes late.

She’d agreed to tea with her mother this weekend but hadn’t counted on her pilates class running over and having a complete domino effect on her day. She sprints across the road, heedless of the crosswalk’s warning in the absence of cars, and rounds the corner to their favorite tea shop, only to freeze in her tracks.

Her mother is sitting there, and even from this angle—the back of Gillian Evans’ head, hand lifting a teacup up to her lips—she can see the tension radiating off of her in waves. 

Because she’s not alone.

Sitting across from her mother is Euphemia Potter, one of her long-time Bridge partners, and a young man who smiles pleasantly as he nods along to whatever conversation the two women are having. His attention flits between the two, and Lily watches as he tosses his head back in loud, unrestricted laughter as the older women chuckle, his black hair rustling in the breeze.

Fucking mum. 

Lily had been dodging her mother’s insistence at setting her up for months—ever since Petunia announced her engagement and was met by much fawning from both of the Evans parents. She should’ve expected this.

The man adjusts himself in his chair and Lily can’t help notice (because she’s got bloody eyes, not because she’s actually considering this) how attractive Mrs. Potter’s son is. His smile stands out bright against his tanned skin—he’s got his mother’s complexion and temperament, from the way Lily watches him interact animatedly with the two women. Square-rimmed glasses accentuate high cheekbones and she’s too far away to make out the color of his eyes but still feels the breath catch in her throat when they make contact with hers from across the street. 

Quickly, his eyes flicker to where her mother sits in front of him and then back to her, as if instantly noting the resemblance, however faint it might be (cheekbones and curl pattern, that’s really it). An eyebrow lifts and disappears behind the mass of black curls that fall over his forehead, and his eyes leave hers once more to glance at the empty seat in front of him.

An invitation.

To a tea she was already late for and he wasn’t bloody invited to, according to her calendar.

With a raise of her chin, Lily lifts her brows up in a bit of defiance. A bit of ‘Who do you think you are, interloping on mother-daughter time?’ and is met—concerningly—with a smirk that breaks out over his face.

Hazel eyes never leaving hers (when had she gotten close enough to notice that they’re hazel?), he opens his mouth and speaks, finger pointing traitorously in her direction and drawing the attention of both older women to her presence. 

Her mother’s smile is strained—tardiness being her biggest pet peeve—as Lily finally makes her way through the little gate of the restaurant, hand resting against the back of the empty chair.

“Sorry for my tardiness,” she apologizes, bending down to kiss her mother’s cheek. “Class ran late this morning and nothing’s gone right since. I didn’t realize we were meeting anyone. Mrs. Potter, it’s lovely to see you again.”

Euphemia graces her with an easy smile, unperturbed by her late arrival. “It’s good to see you as well, Lily, dear. You remember my son, James?”

“You don’t have to answer that,” the man—James—interjects with a weak laugh, turning to his mother. “I stopped coming to Bridge with you when I was ten.”

“You make a memorable impression, love.”

His cheeks flush and Lily can’t help but find it all endearing, even if this whole set-up is unexpected (and unwelcome, she keeps having to remind herself).

Lily gives him a nod and takes the seat across from him, inexplicably more focused on her posture than usual. “Nice to see you again, James.”

The mothers press their heads together, chatting earnestly, and James leans towards Lily with a mischievous smile.

“You don’t remember me at all, do you?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

She leans in, mirroring his tone. “I remember a little messy-haired menace trying to rip the heads off all my dolls. Is that you, by chance?”

A short burst of breath caresses her cheek as he lets out a choked laugh, and she smiles. This close together, she can see the flecks of gold and green in his brown irises.

“Of course not, Evans, what do you take me for?”

[fuzzkaizer]

Dazatronyx - black russian

"Eliminate the tag strips, go pure PTP, will eliminate the ugly bolts on the enclosure face.

- that's exactly what I used to think (pure P2P over tagstrip). Even a turret board lets you at least have guided control over parts placement. Tagstrip also means you have generic antennas/nodes floating everywhere, whether you want them or not.

It's definitely not a build of sensibility. Especially with the big ugly Frakenstein bolts. I used to work on tagstrip in a tube amp factory and didn't like it. It's really grown on me over the years, though.

Some point-to-point work looks really pretty, but also is very much a downgrade in reliability to a PCB. You need to secure the parts mechanically. Otherwise, you get a lot more microphonics. I also like to imagine what happens when you drop a pedal, and there's lots of inertia and all the parts shift without mechanical support

Even gravity plays a part! All the parts are "hanging" but sometimes you flip the pedal in transport etc and parts over time lean a tiny, tiny one way. You can only bend a wire, say, a dozen times back and forth before it snaps. Little stresses over years of repetitions add up.

Yeah, the aesthetic is trying to look intentionally DIY. Like an old guy made it from the parts at the shop around the corner. Could have used something more dressy/discrete, which also wouldn't capture boot mud in that little well."

s.a. dazatronyx - biiig fuzz - A big muff circuit for the person who has everything

cred: facebook.com/Darron Thornbury; Darron Thornbury

[dreamwhalestudying]

23/7/2024 - 3/60 DoP

Another sleeping style is simply dropping in: sleep early and wake up late. I am not sure what is wrong with my body, and I do not want to worry too much. After waking up, I cleaned around the house while waiting for my nephew. Then we went out for a very late lunch before doing some shopping. We then returned to my village to do some farm work. Last time, I could only spread fertilizer on two rows of corn plants in a bed. Today, my nephew and I completed another two plant beds. There is only one left, but the sun has almost set. After returning to my mother's house, we rested briefly before heading out with my mother and sister to shop for groceries. My mother asked me to go grocery shopping before I went home today, but I insisted on going with her because she is not eating well. Whenever my mother loses her appetite, we usually take her out to lunch or dinner at a restaurant. You know how sometimes you get tired of cooking and want to eat out.

Such a long ramble just to reassure myself that, despite having done nothing related to my thesis, I have been extremely productive in various ways. It’s important to forgive yourself sometimes.

I did not take a photo today, so I used an old gif of myself scattering fertilizer on the corn plant bed. I spread fertilizer using a pvc tube that had previously been used to transport my brother's fishing rod. This way, I do not need to bend over.

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

I know I sent you something else about a plane you haven't answered yet but I have a completely separate question now. I was thinking about building long and massive 10 storey skybridges between buildings in a very flat oval and the flat part goes across the 1km long river. The biggest problem is how much the bridge weighs. There are shops and stores along the bridge, even a cinema and a large sports complex. I have not seen skybridges of that length and size before, and while there are plenty of long bridges over the river, none of them need to hold anything heavier than vehicles and I'm gone way past that. So I'm not sure about what I need for this?

Tex: Bridges are at the mercy of gravity, and gravity is not a forgiving force - it’s why there’s upper limits on everything from the evolution of species to architectural developments. At some point, it becomes cost prohibitive to attempt broaching the upper boundary of what’s possible within the restraints of gravity on a planet. If you’d like to do some handwaving and suspension of disbelief in your readers, you could use some anti-gravity generators on larger structures that would reduce the building cost of architectural features due to an artificially-raised boundary on what gravity will tolerate until it brings everything down.

Addy: So first off, a 1km long stretch of river is different than a 1km wide river. How many pillars and support sections do you have on this bridge? Because at this point, you're not really building a bridge, you're building an elevated plaza with roads on it. And, assuming you don't have antigrav, there's no way that (with modern or modern+50yrs tech) that you can support 1000m (~3000ft) of moderate-heavy commercial development with only two supports on the far ends.

You could, however, have something that's suspended on a series of arches, with some small shops or food areas along that length. After all, if people are walking between buildings, go ahead and put some places for them to eat. If this is a tourist attraction, also put some places for them to buy trinkets (either on the bridge-plaza or at the ends)

For a sports complex and a cinema, I'd say that it'd be cheaper (and more feasible) to have them inside the buildings, and to have the skybridge as a sort of public park.

If you're looking for a plaza 1 km long, and looking at a river that's more like 50-150m wide, then you could have a long, long skybridge-plaza that's supported by multiple buildings along its length. It could wind along the course of the river, with glass-paned areas to shed light to the river underneath, if that's something you want.

If you've got antigrav, like Tex mentioned, then you could replace pillars with anti-grav repulsors. That'd allow you to build something more like what you're envisioning, I think, with a wide stretch of space above and beneath the 10-story skybridge. If you don't want to have antigrav in the rest of your setting, maybe antigrav requires a bunch of power and can't change quickly to different amounts, so they're mostly static. Or maybe they're heavy/large and have a lot of inertia, like spinning (in a circle) a tube of wrapping paper while holding it in the middle vs spinning it while holding it at the end. Or bending an eraser on the thinner side vs bending it on the thicker side (mass vs area moments of inertia, but whatever). That could make them hard to incorporate into things like cars or planes, while still giving you your cool building structures.

It's all up to you and how you want to design your world.