That Was Hot

that was hot

cat's outta the bag

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: 3 times they almost got caught, and 1 time that they did

warnings/tags: [18+, minors DNI] fwb!joel, language, smut, unprotected PIV sex, oral [f & m recieving], literally just porn lmao

word count: 4.9k

prequel to this here

A shelf was digging painfully into your shoulder blade, and the sharp edge of it nudged dully into your flesh with every one of Joel’s movements. He had you pinned up on the countertop, your pants around your knees. He’d been so eager, so pent up after a fortnight of not getting to touch you. Your patrols hadn’t been matching up, and you’d both been busy with friends, and odd jobs, and life. After three hours on horseback the pair of you had finally reached the checkpoint, and you’d only managed to get his zipper undone and tug his pants down a fraction before he’d shoved you up on the bench, stepping between your legs.

The safehouse was dank and dusty, nothing but a dilapidated hiding place with a few stashed weapons and a logbook on the coffee table to leave patrol notes in. The two of you had fucked there many times, on quiet patrol days. Sometimes it was just to pass the time; just something to do to cure a mutual boredom. Other times, this time, it was a frustration release.

Joel’s hips pounded mercilessly into you, his cock pushing heavily against the deepest part of you with every thrust. One of his hands gripped your waist, and the other was under your shirt, fingers circling and tugging on your nipple as you gasped wetly into his mouth.

“Never goin’ two weeks without fuckin’ you again,” he grunted against your lips, puffing out heavy breaths. “Been fuckin’ my first every night like a goddamn teenager, imagining it was your pussy.”

“Shit, Joel,” you moaned, thighs tightening around his waist. His hand drifted from your waist down past your hip to grip your leg behind your knee, holding it in place against his hip. You cringed in pain as your shoulder struck the shelf again with a particularly rough thrust, but couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Couldn’t risk him stopping, couldn’t risk it when your orgasm was so fucking close.

Your hands were under his shirt, and your nails dug into the skin of his back, no doubt leaving red marks in your wake. His cock was thick and heavy inside of you, stretching you out deliciously after two weeks of missing him. Hard as you tried, your fingers could never produce the same effect as this; you feared nothing, and no one would ever compare to the way he fucked you.

His mouth was on your neck, spitting curses as he bucked into you. Stars burst behind your eyelids, and you pulsed around him, a ringing filling your ears as you fell over the edge. Euphoria filled your bloodstream, and a loud bang filled the room as his hand slammed down onto the counter beside you. Joel was grunting in your ear, chasing his own end now that he knew you were satisfied. But as his hips began to stutter against yours, losing their rhythm, a faint whistle could be heard from outside the house.

The pair of you froze, his hips stilling with his length fully sheathed in you. Your soaked cunt was still pulsing around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your body shake against the bench.

“It’s Dina and Jesse,” you muttered quickly, the realisation dawning on you that they were there to relieve the two of you from your patrol. Joel’s face pulled back from your neck and you cringed to see his thunderous expression. His lips were pursed tightly, harsh exhales huffing out of his nose, and a gorgeous blush painted his cheeks. Reluctantly, he dragged his hand out from under your shirt, but made no move to step back. Frustration rolled off him in waves, his chest rising and falling with short sharp breaths.

“Joel,” you snapped urgently, hand pressing on his chest. “They’ll be in here any second.”

“Fuck,” he snarled, pulling his hips away from you and groaning at the feeling of his length slipping out of your heat. You dropped off the bench quickly, cringing at the sudden emptiness as you pulled your pants up around your hips. His cock was out of his jeans, head painfully red and weeping pre-cum. You could tell he was aching from the way he gripped himself, thumb stroking along a vein that protruded along his length as he stared at you intensely. There were getting closer to the door now, and you could hear them talking softly. Joel must have heard them too, because he tucked himself into his pants and did his belt up quickly, walking over to the coffee table and scribbling quickly in the logbook.

When Dina and Jesse walked through the door you offered them a quick nod, shouldering your rifle and gripping your pack, attempting to walk normally and not be obvious about how painful the ache between your thighs was.

“Took your fucking time,” Joel grunted at them, before slipping out the front door and stalking towards the horses.

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You’d had a long day at the greenhouse. Summer was in full swing, and the sun bore down on you all day. By the end of your shift, a headache was twinging at your temple, and there was a light red tinge across your shoulders and nose.

You didn’t think twice before bypassing your own home, and heading directly to Joel’s. He answered your knock at the door after only a few seconds, and the frown on his face slid off when he saw you.

“Jesus,” he huffed a laugh. “You forget to put a hat on today, sunshine?”

“It’s been a long day,” is all you said. “Are you home alone?” His eyes darkened as he understood what you were asking, and he stepped aside to let you in.

You didn’t make it up the stairs. He pushed you down onto the couch, kissing and sucking at your neck, lips trailing down your body as he tugged your shorts off your legs. Running your fingers through his short dark hair, you pulled gently on the strands, revelling in the sighs of contentment he let out against your thigh. Hands rubbed into your skin, and goosebumps rippled across your flesh despite the heat, as he knocked your knees apart and knelt on the hardwood floor between your legs.

“This what you want?” he looked up at you, desire swimming in his dark brown eyes. “You get all sweaty and sunburnt and then come here for me to kiss it better?”

You nodded pathetically as he kissed the inside of your knee, holding your gaze.

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed, gripping the collar of his shirt. “Had a shit day, need you to make it better.”

He licked a stripe along the inside of your thigh, and you sighed heavily, chest rising and falling quickly as he worked his way closer to the ache between your legs. When his fingers grazed the front of your underwear, he groaned to feel how wet the material was.

“Y’always get so wet for me,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the fabric. You flinched, your cunt throbbing.

“Just a coincidence,” you said, smiling lazily as his tongue dragged against the fabric, giving you both a tease of what was to come. He didn’t respond, impatiently pushing the material to the side, before dragging two of his fingers through your slick folds. He didn’t waste any time, one of his thick digits slipping past your entrance and curling inside of you. His eyes watched you closely as he pulled his hand back and sucked his finger into his mouth, licking the taste of you off his skin.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, gripping your underwear, and removing it hastily. He threw the garment somewhere over his shoulder, and before you could criticise him, his large hands were gripping your thighs and tugging them over his shoulders. You gasped in surprise, dropping down on the couch. “Let me kiss it better now.”

His nose dragged through the dark curls on your mound, inhaling deeply. Without warning, he ducked his head and his broad tongue dragged through your folds. A haggard sigh tore from your lips at the sensation. You let your head drop back against the top of his couch, closing your eyes.

Tired mumbles of his name and curses fell from your lips and you rocked your hips up, eager for more friction. Your nose scrunched up as his tongue circled your entrance, nose bumping your clit, and you winced as your sunburnt skin crinkled. You willed your face to relax, and breathed deeply as he fucked you with his mouth.

Looking down for a moment, your stomach tightened to see him watching your reactions as his mouth worked greedily, sucking, and licking into you.

You could feel yourself nearing your end already. He always knew how to get you there, knew exactly what made you tick. But as you went to verbalise it, to tell him how close you were, how good it felt, a rapid knock came at the door. Your eye twitched at the sound, and you looked in the direction of the sound. Unperturbed, Joel continued his ministrations, gripping your thighs closer to his head and fucking into you with his tongue. You whimpered softly and felt your thighs begin to shake where they rested on his shoulders.

You cried out his name as he changed his rhythm, tongue flicking quickly across your clit in side-to-side movements. As the heat began to build again, another sharp knock landed on his front door and you cursed loudly, in annoyance this time.

“Joel?” a woman’s voice called from outside. “Are you home?”

“Is that Natalie fucking Wilson,” you hissed, pushing his face away from you. The woman worked at the stables, and it was painfully obvious to everyone how smitten she was with Joel. Her eyes would follow him everywhere he went; on the street, when he came through the stables on patrol, when she spotted him the Tipsy Bison. She acted like a dog on heat when he was around, and you didn’t blame her; your friend was attractive. But you never thought she’d come knocking at his fucking door.

Joel’s eyes were dazed as he looked up, finally registering the sound of her voice outside. His lips were parted as he breathed deeply, staring up at you, pupils dilated. Your slick made his lips and beard shine, and your heart pounded at the sight of him looking so blissed out just from going down on you.

“Did you know she was coming over?” you groused, moving to sit up straight.

“Don’t know what she wants,” he grunted, his forearm moving to press across your stomach, holding you down. “Ignore it.” He pressed messy kisses against your pussy, trying to convince you.

“Joel,” you huffed moments later when she knocked again, frustrating spiking in your already tense muscles. “She’s not going anywhere.” You attempted to slide out from under his grasp.

“Don’t you dare move,” he said lowly, his grip on you tightening in a warning. Before you could speak again, his tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy, ending with a sharp flick across your clit, and anything you were going to say was cut off by a low moan.

“Fuck,” you sighed, one hand sliding down to grip his hair again. He groaned in response, sending a vibration through your core. His long tongue dipped into your entrance, before moving up to draw slow circles around your clit, his leisurely pace driving you insane. It was as if he wasn’t even concerned with making you finish, just lazily running his tongue over you, savouring the taste of you, all for his own pleasure.

“Joel?” her voice rang out again, and your head turned to the side to glance at the door. With a startled noise, you realised you could see her. She was bent down, trying to glance through the front window. Thankfully the curtains were drawn, with only a crack of space for her to peak through.

“She’s gonna fucking see us,” you panted, fingers gripping the back of his head as you writhed beneath him. “Stop, stop.”

He pulled back for a split second and said, “Shut the fuck up,” before his mouth was back on your slick cunt. Your back arched as heat soared through you, legs shaking vigorously as he held them to his shoulders, fingertips digging painfully into your soft flesh.

“I’m so close,” you whispered breathlessly, staring nervously at the window. You took your hand off the back of his head and raised it to cover your mouth, teeth digging into your palm. He grunted, reaching up to grip your hand and shove it back into his hair. As another, louder, knock landed on his front door, you gasped brokenly and fell over the edge, your orgasm flooding through you, hips bucking against his fierce grip. His mouth continued moving against you, eagerly swallowing your release, his deep moans vibrating through your core.

As you came down from your high, Joel pressed a chaste kiss to your clit before pulling back, gazing up at you breathlessly with a tired grin on his face. He turned his head and wiped his mouth on your inner thigh, before kissing the skin. His hands rubbed along the muscles of your thighs, relaxing the bunching up muscles. Silence settled over the room, and your eyes begged to close, the release paired with a long day making you sleepy.

“You hear that?” he asked with a smirk, and you frowned in confusion. “I think she’s finally gone.”

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“Do you know what you’re doin’ to me right now?”

The Tipsy Bison was crowded. It was Saturday night, and countless people were milling around the hall, drinking, and dancing and chatting. You were five drinks deep, having a good time with your friends, and enjoying the way the Summer breeze blew in through the open doors and caressed your skin.

“Whatever do you mean?” you sipped your drink, looking at Joel out of the corner of your eye. He was sat beside you in the booth, and the two of you had been left alone when Tommy and Maria went off to dance, and Lou and Carl disappeared to get more drinks.

“That dress,” he muttered, the alcohol in his system making his Southern drawl all the more noticeable. You grinned cheekily into your glass, shoulders shaking with laughter. The dress was something you kept tucked away for most of the year, considering it was only appropriate for very warm weather. With thin straps and a short hemline, the skin of your shoulders, chest, and legs was all visible.

“Oh, you like it?” you teased, eyes lazily dragging around the room, watching people dancing and singing.

Joel didn’t speak. Instead, he gripped your hand and dragged it under the table, placing it over his lap. You froze when you felt him under his jeans, stiff as a board, pressing against his zipper.

“I love it,” he said gruffly.

“You’re drunk,” you laughed, palming him through his jeans.

“I am,” he nodded, his hand pressing down on top of yours, applying more pressure. “Can’t stop lookin’ at you. At your mouth, thinking about your lips around my cock.”

“Fucking hell,” you whispered, glancing around to make sure nobody was in earshot of your conversation.

“Sorry,” he lied, bleary eyes staring into yours. You gazed at him for a moment, contemplating, before you nudged him out of the booth.

“Come with me,” you said, turning and walking quickly towards the bathrooms at the back of the hall. You ducked your head inside quickly, and when you saw that all of the stalls were empty, and not a single person in sight, you tugged him in after you.

You pushed him into one of the stalls and locked the door behind you.

“Gonna let me fuck you?” he murmured, leaning in to press his mouth against your neck. His teeth nipped against your pulse point and you hissed, but then his tongue soothed over the sore spot and a warmth grew in your stomach.

“No,” you whispered, and he paused, pulling back to look at you. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as he watched you lower onto your knees in front of him. You worked hastily to undo his belt, salivating as you pulled his thick cock out of his briefs.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, eyes dark as he stared down at you. “You’re killin’ me.”

Grinning, you stroked his length slowly, letting your thumb slide over the bead of precum on his weeping head. You raised your thumb to your lips and sucked it into your mouth slowly, tasting him with a soft moan. He was swollen and pulsating from lack of attention, his ruddy head begging to be touched. Eagerly, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his head. A sharp breath rushed out of his mouth, and you laughed as his head knocked against the stall, giving small, soft kitten licks against his slit.

One of his hands rested heavily on your shoulder, thumb grazing back and forth along your collarbone as your tongue licked from his tip to his base. Sweat slicked your back under the light material of your dress, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You gripped his length in your hand and stroked gently as you parted your lips around the tip, taking it into your warm mouth. His hand tightened on you. You pressed forward and let him sink further into your mouth, moving your head in a slow rhythm with your hand. White noise rushed in your ears, and you couldn’t help but bring your fingers down to brush against the front of your panties, feeling the dampness that had collected there. You whimpered around the weight of him, wishing he was inside of you.

“I’m not gonna last long,” you could vaguely hear him muttering, and you hummed around him. You loved the way he babbled when you had your mouth around him, like he didn’t know what to do with himself, so he just talked. “Look so perfect with my cock in your mouth, been thinkin’ about this all night. Look at me, gimme those eyes.”

You looked up with wide eyes and pushed yourself further down his length, tongue swirling fervently around his tip. His face crumpled in pleasure, hips jutting forward instinctively, and you choked as he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

You squeezed his thigh in forgiveness, pulling back for a breath before sucking his tip back into your mouth, tongue dragging along his sensitive slit as you blinked away tears.

After giving yourself another quick moment to breathe, you put your mouth around him and pushed yourself as far as you could, revelling in the sounds of his deep breaths as your nose almost brushed the curls at his base. Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes, and he brushed them away tenderly. He was so deep, nudging the back of your throat, and you swallowed around him, gagging lightly.

Joel let out a choked sound, his fingers burying themselves in your hair.

“God, your fuckin’ mouth,” he groaned. “Y’take me so well. Open up wider for me, c’mon.” Inhaling deeply through your nose, you went to move again, but stilled at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Your panicked eyes met Joel’s and he held a finger to his mouth, urging you to stay silent.

Laughter filled the room as two women entered.

“Did you see him? He’s so drunk,” one of them slurred, giggling loudly.

“He’s been all over you tonight,” the other one said, and a tap started running.

A mischievous thought ran through your head, and without hesitating, you began to bob up and down, letting him fuck your mouth. His hand tightened in your hair, giving you a warning look and a shake of his head. But he must’ve seen the determined look in your eyes, because his resolve faltered, and he let out a shaky exhale.

“Fuck,” he mouthed as you pulled off almost completely, suctioning your lips around his tip and stroking him firmly with your hand.

The women were chattering loudly, the water still running, and thankfully the noise covered up any sounds that the two of you were making.

“Stop,” he mouthed urgently, but you shook your head, taking his full length into your mouth again. You hummed around him and his eyes shut tightly, hips pushing forward, searching for his release. He was close, and you both knew it, and even with the women standing a metre away, you weren’t going to stop.

But he didn’t give you a choice, gripping your hair in his fist and pulling you off him completely. Holding your head still, he reached down with his other hand and began to touch himself. You could feel how wet you were, slick dripping down your thighs. You watched with hooded eyes as he tugged on his cock, his mouth hanging open in pleasure.

The tap turned off suddenly, and you vaguely heard the women leave the bathroom as you leant forward and parted your lips in front of him.

“Open up for me,” he encouraged, biting his bottom lip harshly. He gripped himself tight, stroking quickly and maintaining eye contact with you. Your cheeks were hot under his gaze, but you held your mouth open patiently, and when he came in hot, thick spurts onto your tongue you swallowed it down eagerly. Leaning forward to take his tip into your mouth again, you sucked and licked at him until he was pushing you back, thumb stroking your cheek in appreciation.

Joel redid his buckle and helped you off the ground, wincing at the sound of your knees cracking painfully. With a smile, he wiped the mix of saliva and his spend off your chin, before bringing the finger up to his own mouth to suck it clean.

“You good?” you rasped, and he nodded slowly. “Alright, follow me out after a minute or two. Don’t wanna be too obvious.”

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It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Joel to visit you at work. The greenhouse was in a quiet part of the settlement. It was a small building, filled with tall heavy foliage, and countless boxes of soil that fed life into vegetables and herbs. More often than not, you would work long days all by yourself, and sometimes he would pop by to enjoy the peace and quiet while you tended to the produce. That day though, when he’d walked into the greenhouse, he’d been tense.

“Howdy soldier,” you’d smiled, busy repotting a tomato plant. But your interest was piqued when you heard shuffling, and you glanced up to see him pushing a heavy crate across the ground, settling it in front of the door. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I need you,” he’d said in a low voice, making his way across the room towards you. Your gloved hands stilled in the soil, dumbfounded. “Woke up thinking about your pussy, had to get myself off twice before I could even leave the house. Had you in my head all fuckin’ day.”

“I’m working,” you’d replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s never stopped us before.”

That’s how you ended up shirtless, with your torso pressed down onto the wooden table in the middle of the room. Joel’s large hands were splayed across your back, fingers and lips dragging along your skin. The tip of his cock was nudging your entrance, silently asking permission. Your hips twitched backwards, soaked cunt aching to be filled.

“Just fuck me already,” you muttered, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

He glared down at you, eyes greedily taking in the sight of you laid out against the worktop, back arching as you pushed your ass against him. “Don’t act like you’re not dripping right now. I can feel it; you need this just as much as I do.”

You bit your tongue, knowing he was right. With a low groan, he slid into you in one smooth movement, fingertips digging into the skin of your back. You sighed at the sensation, enjoying the dull ache that always came when he was first inside you. He was so long, so thick. Stretching you so perfectly, always hitting that spot so deep that it had you gasping for breath.

He fucked you quickly, the way he always did. But the angle was harsh at first, and you reached a hand back and pressed it to his thigh; squeezed once, gently.

“Slower,” you breathed, and he complied. His thrusts turned slow, lazily dragging himself fully out before pushing back in to the hilt. You hummed in approval, your forehead resting against the bench.

The burn faded as your arousal grew, and soon enough you were so slick that there was no pain at all, and you found yourself moaning with every movement of his hips.

“So tight,” he was babbling into your neck, chest pressing tightly against your back. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”

He couldn’t help but quicken his pace again, but you weren’t bothered this time. The head of his cock nudged against your cervix with every thrust, and you moaned deeply, one of your hands drifting to rest over your mouth, attempting to muffle the sounds.

“The hell are you doin’?” he asked from behind you, hand reaching down to bunch your hair at the base of your neck. “Let me hear you, baby. Wanna hear you when I’m fuckin’ you.”

You mewled, basking in the feeling of his body all over you, inside of you. He was everywhere, the smell of his sweat filling up your nostrils.

“Christ,” you mumbled, eyes rolling back in your head as he gave a particularly hard thrust, your body jolting into the table. His name spilled out of your mouth urgently as your stomach suddenly tightened, and you could tell you were close.

“Joel?”

You flinched, eyes widening as you recognised the voice as Tommy’s. He must’ve been right outside the greenhouse.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, cringing at the thought of him catching you both. How the fuck would you explain this? You thanked your lucky stars that the glass building was filled with so much greenery, that from the outside the two of you wouldn’t be visible through the brush. But your stomach dropped when you heard the door handle rattling as he attempted to get inside.

“You in there Joel?” he called again. “Maria said she saw you headed down here, I need your help with something.”

“Fuck off Tommy,” Joel yelled suddenly, frustration clear in his voice.

“Joel,” you begged quietly, making a weak attempt to lift your head. His hand maintained its grip on your hair at the base of your neck, and the other pressed on the small of your back, keeping you pinned to the table. Your hand tightened over your mouth, fingertips digging into your cheek.

“C’mon,” he grunted. “I know you’re close. Let me fuckin’ feel you, want to feel you grippin’ me while you cum. Go on now, let me have it.”

Tommy’s voice was closer now, and you bit down onto your knuckles as your orgasm creeped ever closer. Joel’s thrusts were unforgiving, the angle helping his cock reach the deepest spot inside of you.

“Don’t fuckin’ come in here,” Joel snapped loudly, hips not ceasing their movements in the slightest. His skin met yours in a satisfying smack, smack, smack. Your body was positively vibrating, core tightening around him as you felt yourself dangle precariously on the edge of your orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled into your hand. “I can’t, Joel.”

“Yes you fucking can,” he panted, leaning down to press a kiss against your shoulder. “Give it to me, baby.”

“What the fuck are you doing in there?” Tommy’s voice was closer still. You heard the door to the greenhouse open a fraction and bang against the crate Joel had blocked it with.

“Tommy,” Joel shouted, and your face was on fire against the table as you realised what was about to happen. “I’ll wring your fuckin’ neck if you come in here right now.”

Straining your neck against Joel’s hold, you glanced up just in time to see Tommy’s head poke through the gap in the door and make eye contact with you at the exact moment your release tore through you. Your mouth hung open in ecstasy, moans spilling against your hand. But muffling your cries was futile considering he had definitely seen you, and wet sounds were filling the room as Joel fucked you, your cum dripping down your legs. Tommy’s face paled, and he disappeared from the doorway – but not before Joel spotted him.

“You fuckin’ idiot,” Joel spat. “Get the fuck out.”

Through it all, his hips never slowed, and you choked out a gasp as his palm landed with a loud crack against your ass. He gripped the flesh, and your eyes rolled back in your head as you imagined the bruises that would no doubt be there tomorrow. Suddenly, he was spitting curses and groans of your name. Joel gripped your shoulders and tugged your body up so your back was flush to his chest.

One of his hands came around to grip your breast, thumb and index finger pinching your nipple as his other hand drifted down your stomach to rest over your mound. You cried out desperately as his finger dragged over your clit, and another orgasm ripped through your body. He pulsed inside of you, hips spasming frantically, and you could feel his hot spend coating your walls, deep groans echoing off the glass walls of the greenhouse.

When the aftershocks of your orgasms had worn off, he didn’t pull out. Just gripped you tight, kissing your neck slowly.

“Well,” he cleared his throat quietly, his large palm splayed across your stomach, holding you to his chest. His forehead lowered to rest on your shoulder, his weight beginning to lean heavier on your back as exhaustion came over him. “Guess the cat’s outta the bag.”

a continuation

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The Assistant (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Lesso is certain her assistant is working to take her down. After all, you're too good to be true.

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of smut, choking

You should be scared. That was the only thought going through Lesso’s mind as she loomed over you, staring down into your wide eyes and small smile. One hand had slammed into the wall beside your head and she was leaning in, teeth bared in a snarl. You weren’t cringing away from her, looking up at her expectantly, as if she was amusing you with her antics.

“Yes, Lady Lesso?” you asked, voice light and bright, the way it always was.

She growled, pushing away from the wall. She could feel the weight of your eyes on her, the way she always could. You watched her often, assessing her, trying to read her motives. It itched, the way your gaze seemed to burrow beneath her skin, seeking out her vulnerabilities. That had to be what you were doing, searching for ways to hurt her or bring her down, to manipulate her for your own gain.

Only you remained as you always were, sitting outside her office, following her orders like the obedient little thing you wanted her to believe you were, never influencing or questioning.

“You’ve been missing from your post for too long,” she said, needing an excuse for her anger towards you.

If you knew she was on to you, she’d lose the upper hand. She wouldn’t be able to ferret out your true intentions if you buried them further in the face of her suspicion.

“My apologies, Lady Lesso. Billious was holding me up in the kitchen,” you replied, voice soft, a note of guilt darkening your words.

You were a wonderful actor, she would give you that.

“No excuses,” she snapped.

She swept away from you, leaving you leaning against the wall beside your desk. You followed her into her office, the familiar scent of vanilla following you. It would linger, she knew from experience, far longer than your presence would, and she would be forced to inhale the putrid scent for the rest of the afternoon.

You were careful as you placed the cup of coffee you’d been sent to retrieve on her desk, avoiding the stacks of paperwork she’d been ignoring. Counting the seconds you’d been gone had taken up enough mental energy to keep her occupied.

“Will that be all, Lady Lesso?” you asked.

She lowered herself to her seat, considering you on the other side of her imposing desk. You stood with your hands clasped in front of you, in one of those infuriating dresses she found herself so distracted by. Dipping necklines and flashes of your knee when you walked had her mouth turning dry and her thoughts fleeing her like a scared fairy. A small smile was curling your pink lips and your eyes were looking at her from under long lashes, sparkling in the fire light.

“Remove yourself from my presence,” she ordered.

Your chin dipped in a small nod and she watched your back as you slipped from her office. She would find your secrets, the plans you were building on the back of her work, the betrayal you would be committing. It was a perfect ruse, innocence and sunshine, hiding a deeper insidiousness she would root out. She would expose it to the light and sneer at your snivelling body, grovelling for mercy under the weight of her might.

She settled back in her chair, leaning back as she considered the door. Of course she’d hunted through your desk, picking the singular lock to discover a drawer full of sweets and notes filed away in perfect order. Nothing suspicious which only piqued her interest further.

You were smart. Of course you were. She wouldn’t have tolerated your appointment as her assistant if you weren’t. You held your own and anticipated her needs before she could ever voice them. In all ways, you were the perfect assistant. And it grated on her.

You had grown to be the bane of her existence.

Straining her ears to hear your movements on the other side of the thick wooden door, she found herself leaning forward. A curl of steam rose from the cup of coffee before her, placed there by your sure fingers, not a single drop spilled. Raising it to her lips, she had to admit you made a wonderful cup of coffee. She would miss that once she’d crushed you beneath the heel of her boot.

Your voice was muffled when it finally reached her ears. Bright and airy, your tinkling laugh made her stomach clench. Joyous laughter was wrong in her school, an aberration she aimed to squash from her halls. All attempts had failed with you, indulgence lining your expression whenever she tried.

She rose from the desk, tiptoeing to the door to listen in. Stealth was of the upmost importance, not wanting to alert you to her presence. To stay one step ahead you must be kept in the dark. Pressing her ear to the cool wood, she listened, hoping to overhear something you wouldn’t want her knowing.

“I’m hardly going to show up at the crack of dawn,” you said and she could just imagine the bright smile on your face, “I’m more of a midnight stroll kind of gal.”

“But they only bloom in the early hours of the morning,” the person you were talking to was saying, a hint of a whine in his voice.

One of the new teachers. Young and enthusiastic, built in the style of Hort with his overeagerness to prove his villainy. Villainy was not provable, it simply was. Apparent in every action you took.

Which is how she knew you must be a spy, looking to ingratiate yourself into her trust only to strike her when she least expected it.

In every sense of the word you were the complete opposite of villainous. You were bright and happy, smiling at every turn. You laughed and you hummed, your singing voice sweet. When you walked it was like you were floating with the grace you exhibited.

And worst of all, you were kind. To everyone. Including her.

“And I’m sure they’re beautiful but I’m at my worst in the morning I’m afraid,” you said.

Lesso filed that fact away for later use.

“Well, perhaps we could take that midnight stroll,” he said, turning a touch cajoling.

She could understand his desperation to secure your undivided attention on a romantic stroll. She’d noticed the way people looked at you when walking the halls, in meetings, on arrival day. People were drawn to you, most likely due to your wide smile and the pretty fluttering of your eyelashes. A less cynical person would describe you as beautiful and engaging.

She never would.

“Unfortunately Lady Lesso keeps me working all hours of the night,” you said, presumably trying to let him down nicely. She rolled her eyes. The more prudent course of action would have been to give him a dressing down until he felt so low about himself he would never bother you again.

“Is she awful to work with? I’ve always assumed she is,” he said.

Lesso held her breath, wanting to hear your answer, refusing to miss a single syllable.

“Lady Lesso is a genius. There is no one in this school who could do what she does. It’s a privilege to work so closely with her, and I’m grateful to be able to serve her. Isn’t that what all of us want? To put more villainy out into the world? To triumph over good? If anyone is going to bring about our success it will be her. I really believe that. So if I have to work long hours then it’s all worth it. I love this job. Any sacrifices are worth it.”

Your entire speech held far more passion and emotion than any other answer you’d given him, the witless man that asked you to join him in the moonlight. Too much so? She couldn’t rule it out as a performance, assuming she might be listening in on your conversation.

She wasn’t sure what happened then. A soft mumbling, footsteps, the chatter of students sweeping past. She sighed, returning to her desk to find the stack of paperwork no smaller and her coffee cooled. Her nose wrinkled as she took a sip of the lukewarm liquid. She could demand you make her a new one, but then you would not be there to keep an eye on. You’d be loose in her school and who would be able to say what you were doing then. It was bad enough when she had to teach class, her mind constantly wandering back to what you were doing, what secrets you were uncovering, what devious plots you were concocting.

A soft knock sounded on her door. Your head poked through the door, a soft smile on your face, her heart thudding in her chest just at the sight of you.

“What?” she snapped, hoping to see some flicker of displeasure in you at her rudeness.

“Billious is here to see you,” you said, your voice almost a caress over his name.

“Tell him I’m busy,” she replied, nose wrinkling.

“Of course, Lady Lesso.”

Your head retracted for a moment for it returned, looking at her with an expectation that made her want to wrong your neck.

“Oh, and the books you asked for have finally arrived. Should I bring them through or would you prefer they’re brought to your chambers?”

“You figure it out,” she snapped.

That damned smile appeared again, knowing and intuitive. She felt a flicker of fear, wondering what you had discovered. The anxiety you inspired had to be stopped.

The door was silent as it closed, the creaks she’d spent so many years curating gone under your touch. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she cursed you over and over until you might be struck down by lightning outside that very door.

A loud knock on the door had her jumping in her seat. Manley shouting through the wood. A hushed conversation on the other side. What sounded like a boot kicking the door. An admonishment. Then silence.

In less than thirty seconds you had taken command of a situation that could have so easily spun out of control. She ground her teeth, frustration sparking through her veins. You were the perfect assistant, making yourself indispensable to her, ensuring you were so enshrined in her life she couldn’t fire you. You’d wormed your way in and made it impossible to get rid of you. All by being wonderful at your job.

No one else could see your genius, but it was plain to her. You’d figured out how to function so far under the radar that no one would ever suspect you were more than the vapid woman you made yourself out to be. No one but her. She knew. And it rankled her more than she cared to admit.

You lived under her skin, every day a taunt to expose you, as if you thought she wasn’t smart enough to. It was a dare, your continued presence. You were waiting for her to break and she refused to.

It was all some sick twisted game and the only kinds of those Lesso liked were when she was the game master, not the player.

She watched you at dinner that night, your table manners impeccable, as if you’d been schooled next door. Your smile was friendly, inviting, and all she could focus on was how she wanted to ruin you. To turn you into a mess. To make you…

Well, she thought begging for mercy would sound sweet on your tongue.

If she found herself following you from the shadows as you returned to your post, flitting through moonlight drenched halls, almost dancing from window to window, then it was to watch you in your unguarded moments. You turned your face towards every window, smile soft as you looked up at the night sky. She wondered what you saw up there, if you found pictures in the stars, if the moon made you dream, if you searched for a different life.

You paused at one window, facing towards the forest, staring out. Hands flat on the window sill, you lent towards the glass until your breath misted before you. Your eyes were turned upwards and inexplicably she felt the need to sneak up behind you and trace her fingers over your exposed neck. She wanted to find your pulse, feel it thrum under her thumb, feel it race the way she never could when she tried to menace you.

“You’re not chained to your desk.”

That witless man again.

A soft sigh passed over your parted lips and your mask slipped for a moment before you fixed your smile back on your face. The truth of it had her breath catching, both frustration and pity mingling together into something almost sickly. You turned towards his approaching footsteps, stepping out of the shadows just as Lesso could do. In contrast, she shrunk back, watching and waiting.

“I thought Lesso would have you kept like a pet outside her door,” he said. Something passed over his face, too quick to see, but ugly enough to make her curious.

“She’s not a monster, you know,” you said, your voice quiet, almost soft in your assessment of her, “I think you’ve mischaracterised her into the monster under the bed.”

“Isn’t she?” he asked.

“She’s far more subtle than that. Elegant. Wickedly intelligent. You won’t even know she’s five steps ahead of you until you’re already caught in her trap. It’s beautiful, the way her villainy unfolds,” you replied.

Bare shoulders shrugged and she found herself considering the line of your body. Relaxed and at ease. It must be some kind of facade. It had to be. No one was so relaxed in her school. Not even the teachers.

“You sound smitten with her,” he said, taking another step towards you.

“I’m not some pathetic Ever,” you laughed, “I know it’s what plenty of people here think but I’m not looking for True Love’s Kiss.”

“You can tell me if she’s forcing you to say these things about her. I won’t tell,” he said, giving what he must have thought was a conspiratorial wink.

Lesso felt her nose wrinkle, watching this scene play out in front of her. The insipid man trying to win your trust and you standing with a straightened spine and the smile dying on your lips. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen it so much as falter before.

“No on forces me to do anything I don’t want. Not even her,” you said, “especially not her.”

“What then? More pirvelleges? A place in her bed? Extra food at meal times?” he demanded.

Your smile was gone.

“Your loyalty may be so easily bought, Derrick, but I can assure you mine is not,” you said, the lightness in your voice vanishing the longer you talked. Steel was taking over. If you were anyone else she might be impressed.

“Loyalty?” he scoffed, “I think you just think you’re better than me because you’re Lesso’s little pet. You think I won’t risk my own ass by harming you. But you’re not better than me. You’re just a stuck up Ever.”

“You want to hurt me?” you asked, “go ahead. She won’t save me. And it certainly won’t make me go on that moonlit walk with you. I’m holding out for someone more impressive to ask.”

There was a glint off metal, a dagger in his hand that hadn’t previously been there, moonlight reflecting off the blade. Lesso found herself leaning forward, waiting to see what would happen. She’s never heard you speak so cruelly to another person and while she could sympathise, she didn’t realise you were capable of sneering at the unworthy. You usually met them with a smile and respect, two ideologies she refused to subscribe to.

The dagger flashed and a soft lavender glow lit the hallway. Dangling from one ankle, upside down and glowering, the witless man hung in front of you. He slashed the dagger towards you, a howl of anger coming from him. You simple stepped back, considering him for a moment, head tilted and lips curling up at the corners in an almost devilish smile. This was a side to you she’d yet to see, just another lie and secret to keep your true motives from her. The heart in her chest thundered with anger, the new knowledge burning through her.

“This is your one warning, Derrick. Try something like this again and I won’t be nearly so kind. See how easily I overpowered you? Just consider what I’ll do when I’m not holding back,” you said, voice turning silky smooth.

“You bitch,” he snarled.

“I’m sure one day you’ll be more imaginative too,” you said.

A wave of your lavender finger glow and the dagger was torn from his grip, floating into yours. You looked down at it, nose wrinkling in an uncomfortably fetching way. Tucking it away into your bodice, you looked down into his face, hovering somewhere around your navel.

“Trust me, Derrick. I am not someone you want to cross. Run along now,” you said.

With a lazy flick of the wrist, he fell to the stone floor in a crumpled heap. You watched him scrabble to his feet, trying to look composed in his rumpled clothes and mussed hair. Resentment. That was the expression that had flashed over his face when he’d begun the conversation. He resented you for everything he was not.

“You’ll regret this,” he said.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

You watched him flee down the hall with cool indifference before turning back to the window, your thoughts already slipping past him. Looking out on the night pressing in, you sighed, relaxing again as if the altercation had never happened. A small smile ticked your lips up, bright and joyful, head tipping back in the moonlight.

“You can stop lurking in the shadows,” you said.

She stepped out, cane clicking on the floor, a sign for those in the immediate area to begin panicking. You didn’t even turn in her direction, the only indication you were aware of her presence the flutter of your eyes opening. She stopped at your shoulder, looking out on the forest, wondering what creatures might be lurking out there.

“Who are you?” she asked, voice harsh when compared to you.

“Your assistant. Nothing more, nothing less,” you replied.

“No one is that loyal to me,” she said, voice barely more than a rasp when it came from her lips.

You had to be a rival. You had to be. She couldn’t handle it if all her instincts were so wrong about you.

She raised her hand, not sure what she was going to do. You turned, finally, looking up into her eyes. That damned smile was still in place, softening when you looked at her. Fingers curled around your neck, her thumb rested against your pulse, just as she’d dreamed of doing. It thrummed under her touch despite your calm exterior.

She pushed you back until your back hit the glass of the window. You shivered, making her smirk grow. Your discomfort was her pleasure.

“No more lies.” She felt out of control, her perfect veneer slipping.

“I’ve never lied to you once, Lady Lesso,” you said, sounding so calm despite her hand wrapped around your neck.

“You want to destroy me,” she snarled, her face drawing closer.

“I want to serve you,” you replied on a sigh.

She pressed you more insistently against the glass, her fingers tightening. She could imagine the bruises blooming over your skin, the pretty canvas holding her art. And what a masterpiece you would make.

“You’re nothing,” she spat, “a pathetic spy who can’t even notice when you’re the one being watched.”

“I always know when you’re watching me,” you replied.

“You can’t,” she snarled.

“I can,” you said, not shying away from the rage on her face or the pressure of her fingers on your windpipe, “when it’s you, I always know.”

“Shut up,” she snapped, voice tight.

You were staring up at her with those wide eyes, sparkling. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, keeping you from giving her one of your patent smiles and she was so aware of the knife hidden in your bodice. One of your hands reached up, gently curling around her wrist, skin to skin. Lightning flowed from the point of contact and she flinched.

“You must be my enemy,” she said, but her voice was losing its harsh edge, “you must be.”

“Why must I be?” you asked.

Your fingertips brushed the vulnerable skin of her inner wrist and she snatched it back, leaving your throat bare and her skin tingling, cane clattering to the ground from the other. You kept your back pressed to the window, watching her with an openness that made her skin itch.

“You pay close attention to me. What other reason if not to find my weaknesses?” she said, sounding less sure of herself with every passing word.

“Can you really think of no other reason I might be paying such close attention to you?” you asked and she could hear how amused you were.

“That’s the only reason you’d do that,” she said, her hand slamming into the window beside your head, rattling the glass in its frame. You didn’t flinch.

“It’s not why you’ve been paying such close attention to me,” you said, “it’s not why I scare you.”

“You don’t scare me,” she replied, almost on autopilot.

“No?”

Your hand reached up, finger wrapping itself in one of her fiery curls. Her heart thudded and she waited for the pull.

Eye fluttering shut, she felt your other hand came up, fingers ghosting over her lips. She was going to die. You were going to kill her and she wouldn’t be meeting Death with her eyes open. Her breath was dragged from her lungs and she thought she might collapse.

“I think you’re terrified,” you murmured, fingertip tracing the shape of her lips.

She couldn’t argue. Her pulse was racing, heart thumping, and all she could focus on was the path your finger was taking. She knew you’d be her downfall but she’d never expected it to feel so soft, as if she had permission to sink into your devastating touch.

Your finger disappeared and she didn’t have time to readjust before something soft ghosted over her lips. Her eyes shot open, finding you so close, your lips pressing more insistently. She felt herself coming apart at the seams. Her eyes fluttered shut again as your tongue traced the seam of her lips. You tasted of sugar and spice and everything nice. It made her blood boil.

Her hands grasped your hip, and she pushed your body back. She took control of the kiss, teeth sinking into your lip until copper burst on her tongue. You made a small whimpering noise and she felt drunk, under a spell, enchanted. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her feel her sanity slip away.

She drew away, your lips painted red with your own blood. They tugged up into a smile and she groaned, kissing you again. You sunk into it, the soft sigh too sweet for her. She pushed her leg between yours, feeling your heat through the layers of cloth. You moaned, fingers tightening in her curls with a sharp tug.

Maybe her feelings towards you were less about taking you down and more about going down on you.

She tore her mouth from yours, panting hard as her eyes darted wildly over your face. You were looking up into her face, lips kiss swollen and eyes glassy. She could see your chest heaving and she took a step back. If she didn’t, she wasn’t sure she could stop and if she didn’t stop she wasn’t sure she would be in control anymore. She could lose herself in you, and you were right, that terrified her.

“What have you done to me?” came out as a breathless whisper.

Your chuckle was too close to knowing and she wanted to stop it. Her fingers itched to curl around your throat again, wanting the sound to cut off. You took a step towards her, the chuckle dying, leaving behind a small smile and sparkling eyes.

“Don’t come near me,” she snapped.

You stilled, freezing in place like she was some kind of frightened animal prone to startling. Her teeth ground together and a frustrated sound came from her lips. You waited, giving her the space to calm down and it made her want to scream. You were too accommodating.

“Don’t do what I tell you,” she snapped but it was less controlled.

“So I should come near you?” you asked, your smile turning into a small smirk.

“No,” she shouted, “yes. Fuck. What have you done to me?”

“Nothing,” you replied, taking another step towards her and she wanted to raise her hands in defence and blast you through the window behind you, “I think you just like me.”

“I don’t like anyone,” she snapped as a reflex.

“Then why do you stare at me all day? Why did you kiss me like that?” you asked, advancing on her until her back hit the stone wall behind her in the shadows she’d emerged from, “why are you still thinking about kissing me?”

“Lust isn’t the same as like,” she replied but even then she knew you had the upper hand.

“Maybe not, but you definitely like me, Lady Lesso,” you said, placing one hand on her hip, keeping her pinned to the wall.

“Your delusions are not my concern,” she tried to snarl but it sounded like a wolf without teeth.

“Then leave,” you said, “if I’m wrong, it should be easy for you to leave me here heartbroken and rejected.”

She wanted to push past you, to shove you out of the way, but she found herself unable to do it. Her hands landed on your shoulders but that’s as far as she got. Your smile turned into something soft and understanding and she hated it.

“Stop that,” she said.

“Stop what?” you asked. You blinked and your eyelashes were so long they brushed your cheekbones like a stupid princess.

“Making me feel these things,” she said.

“No can do, Lady Lesso. That’s one request I can’t accomplish,” you said.

“What kind of assistant are you?” she demanded but there was no heat behind it.

“The kind that does this.”

You lent forward, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. She groaned into your mouth, fingers sliding into your hair, tangling and tugging until she heard you whimper and press your body against hers. You nipped at her lower lip and all she could think of was all the ways she wanted to defile you.

“Fine,” she mumbled against your lips, “but you’re not getting a pay raise.”

“I don’t need one,” you replied, before kissing her again.

Maybe you weren’t trying to destroy her, but you still made her feel weak in all the ways that mattered. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. Not if you were going to continue kissing her like that.

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nattiesangel

1 year ago

FUCK. OH MY FUCKING GOD

I’m a rude bitch, what are you made of?

Naomi Lapaglia (Wolf of Wall Street) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, canon-typical arguing, unhealthy husband-wife relationship, cheating, top!naomi and bottom!reader, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, inappropriate relationship with employers, unsolicited flirting, flashing, implied exhibitionism

Word Count: 3,225

so what if you were the belfort’s house keeper? and what if you had this nasty crush on naomi? and what if she knew?

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nattiesangel

2 years ago

GOD DAYUM😵 UGH

• THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE •

pairing: joel miller x (18+, she/her) reader

summary: joel and ellie are tasked to move a package from jackson to san diego. little did they know you were the "cargo..."

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language, cordycep apocalypse related violence & weapons, canon divergence, tlou part 1 & 2 spoilers; angst, medium to slow burn, pet names, voyuerism, sub!joel and dom!reader, age gap in pairing, masturbation, etc.

word count: ~6.3k

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request: by @yourmomsmilfmistress; katrina babes, i have another idea!!! i was thinking something along the lines of (whatever male character you want/ im not picky) is OBSESSED with reader and one day after a torturous hangout he starts to 🍆💦 ( ya know) after she leaves and for some reason it's not working and it's like he's just edging himself but (of course) reader comes and walks in on it and it's like sub!male and dom!reader smut!!!

note: um… most definitely. the way i thought of joel freaking miller instantly. sub male? common now 😈 we are set in a post-tlou part 2 world where no one died, abby who?, and ellie lives happily on the farm (aka 20+ age). also, loosely following the plot of part 1. for visuals of characters, i am moving forward with what we’ve seen so far of hbo’s part one and game’s part two casting. although as it’s older ellie, i went with video game looks. hopefully that makes sense. enjoy my fellow hoes ⚡️

Don't tell them your name. Just tell them you're there to see Maria.

His words keep running through your head as you gallop atop your trusted steed, Horse. He told you, repeatedly, that they will find you - not the other way around. All you needed to do was get to the vicinity of Jackson County. Well, you are about a mile into said county and you haven't come across a single person. Let alone, a single runner.

The two things cannot co-exist this far from the cities. If there are no runners or clickers, then there must be people. If there are infected, there are no people. But emptiness? That is something unheard of. It puts you on edge. You swear you want to just yell, yell to draw something out. But that would be stupid. You don't know how many are out here ... people or infected.

You hop over a razor wired fence in the middle of the road. Its height hits a the top of your knee. Perfect stop runners. Your first sign that people have been in this neck of the woods. The deeper you get into Jackson County, you wonder why all you need to say is "I'm here to see Maria." Would these people attack you and saying those words would be the only thing to stop them? Or are they dumb enough to bring just about anyone back into their town? You have absolutely no clue what he has signed you up for.

Fear stands your hairs on end. It fuels your adrenaline and heart as Horse guides you into an opened field. On the main road, you read a sign that displays "surface may be icy." You're thankful you were assigned this job in the middle of July. In front of you, you note green ivory glued to the brick walls of an old music store. The roads were shit, as usual. Cracks and bumps from overgrowth and lack of maintenance. You hope they are not too rough on Horse's shoes. She had them switched out in Colorado, back when you saw your people last.

Horse abruptly stops. Harsh enough for your full body to push up against her back. "Fuck," you grumble with a hand to your head. "What the hell?" You slowly open your eyes to note the clicker before you. With widening eyes, you swiftly reach to unhook your knife from the saddle. As quiet as a mouse, you hop off of the pillion and carefully land your feet on the grass below. You side step as you make your way closer. its clicks grow louder as it uses its echolocation in the opposite direction.

Your eyes are constantly moving, wondering if there are any other infected around. There is luckily no movement. Just one single clicker. The fungi sporadically growing throughout its body. The cordyceps on full display on its face - if you can even call it a face. In your last two steps, you rush up to it. You hook your arm over its chest. Your fingers curve over its shoulder as you grip tightly against the rough flesh. With your other hand, you stab your knife into the crook of its neck. It quickly became limp in your arms. You let slide off your body and ultimately onto the road.

"Drop the knife," you hear behind you. The voice is rough and booming. You gradually put your hands up. You drop the knife, careful to have it fall upon its hilt and not its blade. "On your knees," it bellows. You laugh, tilting your head to the side. "No can do," you scoff. "I only get on my knees when I want to." The man behind you laughs as he slowly walks up to you. His boots crunching against the dirt and gravel.

"On your knees," another voice appears. Despite its higher tone, it is just as rough. A smile grows upon your face as you carefully drop to your knees. "Oh for you, of course," you mutter to the woman. She quickly grabs hold of your wrist and places it behind your back. Her grip harsh and tight. You release a laugh as you lean back into your captor. "I'm here for Maria," you mutter.

Abruptly, the movements behind you stop. The grasp remains tight. "Maria?" the exasperated man's voice pushes through the air. His boots' steps become faster as he rushes behind you. "Why?" the woman asks. You feel the cool head of a gun at the back of your neck. "Hey, hey, hey," you furiously mumble. "I-I'm a smuggler. I'm with a group of people who told me Maria owes them one. I just got sent here for her to pay the debt."

The gun is pressed harder against your neck. "What debt?" the man's voice asks. You move your head to the side, attempting to pull yourself away from the gun's focused point. The gun holder makes sure it stays against your skin despite your movements. "I don't even know, man. I was just sent here. They told me to say 'I'm here for Maria' and that she would know what to do," you spit out.

You hear the man pace behind you. He sighs heavily. His voice hushed as he speaks towards the woman. "I don't feel good about this, El," he whispers. "Does she have any people in her past?" the woman asks. "Not that I know of," he says as those steps draw closer once more. You are suddenly pushed to the ground. You cut up your chin as you couldn't catch yourself in time. "Fuck," you mutter into the ground. "Your name," he mumbles. "I don't have time for games." You yell as your palms lay flat against the surface. "Rita," you quickly lie.

"Alright, Rita," the man's voice bustles behind you. "Let's go." Next thing you knew, a bag was pulled over your head. Your head was then banged against the hard rubber bedding of a truck.

They grip against the bag over your head so hard that it pulls on some of your hair as it uncovers your face. Your eyes slowly blink to adjust to the light. "Shit," you grumble as you relax your arms, only to realize that you were tied to a chair. Rope. Fuck, you think. Rope hurts the most.

"Now, Rita, I'm not going to ask again. Why are you here for Maria?" The familiar voice asks. You squint to look in his direction. A latino man with slicked black hair crouches before you. You look behind him to recognize that you were in a stable - a wooden stable. There is hay all over the floor, but no horses. What kind of stable doesn't have horses? As your eyes trail back towards your feet, you note red splotches staining the wooden floor below you. "Damn it," you whisper the elongated swear under your breath. You know exactly what kind of place this is.

"I told you already, man," you whine. "My people didn't tell me shit. Just that I was assigned a job and Maria owed a ride." You look into the brown eyes staring holes into your face. "I'm here to collect on that ride," you whisper. "To where?" the man asks. "I'll tell Maria ... once I get my ride," you answer with a smirk. The man raises his fist as his upper lip tenses. You wince at the sight.

“Tommy!” You recognize the woman’s voice as he holds back his fist. She walks out from the darkness of one of the stables. You smile at the sight. She looks younger than you. Her reddish brown hair gave you goosebumps. Her eyes a greenish blueish grey. Something you would have envied as a child. She some how looks sweet, but also has clearly endured so much in her short time.

“So, we have Tommy,” you share as you nod towards the man. “And El,” you murmur as you look up to her. You smile - a smile that El winces at. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” you sigh as you attempt to shrug against the chair. “I don’t want to give anyone grief. I just need to talk to-” Suddenly, a remarkable woman bursts through the doors. Another man at her side. Her eyes serious and hellbent. Her skin a deep and beautiful brown. She is undeniably gorgeous, and surprisingly pregnant. She definitely had the glow, complete with her large firmed bump. “Tommy, what the hell is this?” she asks sternly.

Maria, you think. They never gave you a picture, but you knew from the second she commanded that room. The second both Tommy and El backed away from you. Their hands either up or open at their sides. She was in charge. And she was headed right for you. “Maria,” you say with a sing songy voice. Her head shoots your way. “I need a ride.”

Maria stares down at your smile. Her upper lip pulls, just like Tommy’s. “Where?” she asks calmly. “San Diego,” you answer. “San Diego?” she scoffs. “I don’t owe them that much.” You tilt your head, smiling to yourself. “Well, someone thinks you do,” you smirk. Tommy grunts as he steps towards you. Maria quickly puts out an arm across his chest.

With a sigh, she returns her gaze to you. Her arm still across his chest. You are curious about those two. “I obviously can’t take you myself,” she mutters. “Obviously,” you affirm as you nod towards her stomach. “I’ll find you someone. You’ll leave in the morning,” she says carelessly. She turns around and speaks to her people. “Untie her,” she says under her breath.

The man who walked in with her quickly follows through with her demand. You rub your wrists and forearms where the rope’s red rings pressed into your skin. You stand with the devil’s smile across your face. El is the first to walk up to you, while Tommy’s eyes are still daggers. “Hey, sorry,” she says as she rubs the back of her neck. “Things didn’t go so well the last time a new person asked about one of our people.” You hum as you nod. “Make sense,” you say under your breath as you return your gaze to Tommy.

“Maria’s his wife,” El adds as she follows your eyes. “He’s been extra sensitive, given the baby and all.” You smile at her words. She pulls your attention. “It’s also Ellie by the way,” she mumbles. She gestures goodbye and walks out. “Rita?” the man asks. You look at him with confusion. “My name’s Jesse. Come on, follow me.” With hesitation, you follow the tall man out into the dark night.

Your eyes quickly fall upon the string lights crossing from building to building. It is so beautiful your mouth gapes open. “We have a small bed and breakfast for travelers,” he shares as he points to a building at the end of the street. “Shit - a bed and breakfast?” you scoff under your breath. As you walk, you note the happy and clean people randomly walking about. They are loud - comfortably loud. It must be nice.

“Where you from?” Jesse asks. His gaze stuck on you. “I don’t do small talk,” you say with a weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude.” He laughs, raising his hands. “No, I get it. Just trying to make conversation,” he answers. “Oh, well if we’re making conversation, tell me what your favorite color is,” you teasingly laugh. He chuckles, shooting you a sweet smile. “Orange,” he scoffs. “You?” You nod, smiling as you step onto the front deck of this apparent bed and breakfast. “Green.”

With quick goodbyes, you go inside and easily secure your room. The room is on the first floor. Inside the small space, you have a worn down desk, chair, and bed. Your pack is already resting against the foot of the bed frame. You grab the back of the chair and hook it underneath the door’s knob. You turn the lock and deadbolt the door. When you finally lay back to rest, you reflect on your day. It didn’t go as well as you had hoped - as you had been told. But at least you are alive. At least you are on your way to San Diego.

After the best sleep of your life, Jesse led you to a building across the way. Maria, Tommy, Ellie, Jesse, another woman and a man sit alongside a long dinner table. The woman appears sweet. She sits closely to Ellie. The man is something else. His demeanor laid back, like he had no care in the world. His face kind, but also worn thin after years of this shit world. You can immediately see through the facade and know he is good. But damn does he give off such a strong guard dog vibe. He has random patches of grey amongst his black hair and beard. His eyes dark, but youthful. You struggle to keep your eyes off of him. He watches you, though. He sized you up as soon as you walked through the door.

“Rita,” Maria calls out. You are too busy attempting to watch him through your eye lashes. “Rita,” she says louder. You quickly turn your attention to her. Only now remembering that Rita was the name you gave them. “Yes,” you answer with high energy. “These are my best people,” she shares. “I want Joel and Ellie on this.” Ellie sits up straight, shocked as she exchanges looks with the girl beside her. The two begin to discuss in hushed tones. The man abruptly turns towards Maria, disingenuously laughing under his breath. “No, Maria,” he scoffs. “That ain’t happening.” The man stands, his hands firm against the table. He must be Joel. Rarely have you met someone who’s name perfectly fits them. It makes you smile.

Maria sighs as though she saw this coming. “I would go myself-” she starts. “So let me go,” Tommy interjects. Joel and Maria quickly respond “no” in unison. Maria takes a breath as she slowly looks to her partner. “I’m about to pop. You can’t go,” she whispers. “I need you.” Tommy solemnly nods as he looks back towards the rest of the group. Maria turns back to Ellie with patient eyes. “Ellie, Dina - are y’all okay with this?” she asks. Dina nods, looking at Ellie. "J.J. will be fine. You should go," she whispers. Ellie then turns to Maria and nods.

Joel's scoff could be heard from two buildings down. "This is bullshit, Maria and you know it," he yells as he slams his hand against the table. Tommy stands, pointing towards him. "Watch it, Joel," he warns through gritted teeth. Maria takes a breath as she looks between Ellie and Joel. "You two have gone across state lines more times than any of us. This should be easy as pie," she says softly. He rolls his eyes as a deep, unenthused chuckle falls from his lips. "What's the cargo?" he asks with furrowed brows as he looks off in the distance.

Maria turns towards you. She rakes over you with slight confusion and hesitation. Within a second, there was a moment where her face smoothed out. She took a breath and returned to Joel. "She is," she states with finality. Your face remains looking down the table, but your eyes travel to Joel's seat. He gradually turns to look at the group. With a guttural growl, he says, "Absolutely not." Maria throws her hands up. "Joel, they will come to collect. I will not put anyone else's life in danger," she yells.

"If they come to collect, they can take her dead body," Joel booms as he pulls a gun from his holster and points it towards your head. You remain still. Your breathing intensified as the remainder of the group stands to their feet. "Joel," Maria says softly. "We need her - whether you like it or not. We need her in San Diego." Joel exhales through his flared nostrils. His mouth tight as he looks down at you through the sights of his pistol.

"What's so important about her?" he asks as he lowers the gun. Maria sighs in relief. "I don't know," she shakes her head. "All I know is these people helped us in a pinch back when me and dad started up. They said they'd come to collect and all they needed was a team to get something to San Diego." Tommy watches her intently. It must have been the first time she shared this with him. "I've seen what these people have done when groups don't pay up, Joel," she mutters. "We will not win that fight without losing everything."

Joel sucks his tongue against the back of his teeth. He holsters his gun and walks towards the front door. He hooks a backpack over his shoulder and turns back towards the group. "Ellie?" he asks as he slowly opens the door. You turn to watch Ellie kiss Dina. She presses her head against hers and whispers things you cannot make out. They separate with a strong embrace. Ellie walks towards Joel. "You coming, Rita?" she calls out behind her. You stand immediately. Your shocked eyes fall upon Maria and Tommy as you attempt to process everything that has happened in the past few minutes. You grab your pack and walk out to meet the pair in the street.

Ellie watches Joel with trust and a hint of distaste. You wonder about their story. As you walk up, the two stop talking and turn to look at you. "Hello," you greet awkwardly. "While we're out there, you do exactly what I say - when I say. Understand?" Joel says sternly as he points a finger in your face. How could those sweet eyes simultaneously look so threatening? "Understood," you whisper under your breath as you exchange looks with Ellie.

Joel quickly turns and heads straight to what looks like a mechanic's garage. "Does he always have a stick up his ass?" you ask as you skip to catch up with Ellie. She smiles, nervously biting her lip. "At first," she mutters under her breath as her eyes remain on him. "The Chevy," he asks a man standing behind the desk. He promptly hands him keys without question. You nod, noting how nice it must be to live in Jackson.

"Chevy, huh?" you say, attempting to start a conversation with the man. Joel completely ignores you as he slides the keys into the door handle. "Nice try, but he's not going to crack for a while," Ellie whispers in your ear as she walks to the other side of the truck. You laugh as you open the side door and hop into the backseat. "Seatbelt," he says softly as he points Ellie's way. "Oh," she mutters as she slides it over her body and clips it at her side.

The three of you sat in silence for the first hour of the trip. It was unbearably boring. Wyoming's sights were not as incredible outside of Jackson county. You wish you could sleep, but did not trust the two enough to even try. "Joel," Ellie starts but continues to laugh. "Remember when we cleared this hotel. Remember the tomatoes?" She laughs so hard that she holds her stomach. She leans fully against the passenger seat as she kicks her feet up. You swear you watch Joel crack a smile as he watches the girl burst into a laughing fit. You wish you got a better look.

"What happened with the tomatoes?" you curiously ask Ellie. She turns, struggling to speak between laughs. As she starts, Joel quickly interrupts her. "Don't tell her anything. She's cargo, nothing more," he instructs. Ellie sinks into her chair. Her expression perplexed as she seemed excited to share. "Just cargo, huh?" you taunt. His face remains still as he eyes focus on the road. "Wow, you Jackson people are the sweetest I've ever met," you say sarcastically. "Maybe I should just dip out on this trip. I can probably make it on my own."

Joel quickly slams against the breaks. Your shoulder digs into the back of his seat as you let out a stunned groan. "What the hell?!" you yell. "We are taking you to San Diego, or we are taking your body," he turns to say with stern eyes. You place distance between you two. A sudden rush of alertness and danger bursting through your body. "Let me be clear. I don't care if you're dead or alive by the end of this trip. We are paying off Maria's debt," he seethes. "I'd recommend shutting up if you plan to get there alive."

You suck your tongue against your cheek as you laugh under your breath. You lean back harshly against the back of your seat. "Eyes on the road, asshole," you say as you nonchalantly gesture towards the street. He rolls his eyes as he faces forward behind the wheel. He presses on the gas gradually. Ellie sits in awkward silent with a tight lip. She finds comfort in looking out the window.

Less than a week has gone by and you are barely crossing the border into Utah. In each passing day, you learn something new about Ellie. She loves to draw. She met her partner, Dina, on the first day she got to Jackson. Her son is named after Jesse and Joel. She calls him her "potato" - an incredible nickname you find endearing. The days are starting to blend together, but Ellie remains a highlight of each.

Joel, on the other hand, has remained annoyingly silent. He solely speaks to Ellie. If he does choose to talk to you, it is usually some demand where he forgot how to say "please." He is abundantly cold. It is infuriating. Here and there, you catch him staring your way. His glimpses seem familiar, as opposed to his usual and intentional looks of anger.

He never looks at your eyes, but his gaze tends to fall on your lips and hair. Any time you caught his eye line, he would immediately look away. The way his gaze lingered on you always left you in a ball of confusion. You thought you would have been on edge, being stared at for hours on end. Yet, you loved it. It made you feel seen. It made you feel beautiful. If he wasn't so vocal about his disapproval, you would think he had a "thing" for you. For now, you just enjoy his looks - hoping they are filled with adoration and not hatred.

Luckily for the three of you, communication was not needed as much when taking out the infected. The trio even came across a group of clickers a day ago. Without saying a word, the three put on their gas masks and stepped into the spores. They could all hear the clicking echoing through the old and damaged walls. With only nods and looks, the three separated and silently took down each clicker.

You turned to look at them with excitement. “That was awesome!” you said joyously. “Very SWAT-team.” Ellie was kind enough to crack a smile as she cleaned her blade on the side of her jeans. You turned to Joel, waiting for any reaction. He gave you absolutely nothing. He shook off the blood on his machete and gracefully placed it back onto his backpack. He then immediately moved toward the cabinets in front of him to search for supplies. God, did he really not have a sense of humor?

Tonight, you find yourself resting beside Ellie in a closed off room. The day was once again filled with ambiguous look exchanges with Joel. Your body aches from taking out runners. You wonder if you'll be in pain for the entire trip. The room rests at the end of a long hallway with no other entrances or exits. The only doorway to the outside was located at the end of the hallway and was guarded by the one, Joel Miller. You continued to wrestle with sleep as you lay uncomfortably in your sleeping bag. You have now spent hours staring at the plant infested ceiling. Ellie, luckily, rests peacefully at your side. She felt safe enough to put earbuds in to help her sleep. Another thing of hers to be jealous of.

After a few hours, you decide that it will most likely be impossible for you to sleep tonight. You quietly stand and put your pajama shorts over your undies. You open the door into the hallway. It's long corridor was scarier at night. You pull your flashlight from your pocket. Clicking it on, you remind yourself that the only door is at the very front. You would undeniably see if anyone entered the dark hallway with you.

As you reach the end of the hall, you begin to hear quiet moans coming from the other side of the door. Your mind quickly rushes to the thought of a runner making their way inside. But once you hear slight heavy breathing and groans, you immediately recognize that the sounds were coming from Joel. Excitement bursts through your chest as you press your ear against the door. You could not have imagined a better sound escaping his lips. His groans sound so sweet, so supple. You wish you could be the reason they fall from his lips.

You nervously turn back to see that the door at the other end of the lengthy hallway remained close. There was no way anyone would be able to hear at the other end. Not unless they were right where you were standing. With a smile, you hear his breathing louden. You wish you could see him. See his brows pulling together as his mouth hangs open. You wish you could watch him stroking himself. You would bet on your life that his cock was large and girthy. You have been stealing glances of it beneath his tight jeans.

Your mouth starts to water as you hear his moans grow louder. It takes all your strength and will not to burst through the doorway and beg him to let you help. God, would you absolutely beg for that man - without question. You wonder who's on his mind. Who could possibly be the lucky person whom he is wanking off to? Your legs feel weak. You actually contemplate sitting down and playing with yourself alongside his intoxicating moans.

“Oh, Rita,” you hear fall from his mumbling lips. Your entire body lights up with pleasure. He is thinking about you… Your legs buckle beneath you as you struggle to stay standing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hear escape his lips. He must be close. You swear you can hear the slapping against his skin. All your blood rushes towards your clit. You want him - bad.

Out of no where, Joel stops. You hear a sound of frustration but remain curious. Was he edging himself? Shit. Why is that even hotter? you think to yourself. His moans slowly start again. Your mouth hangs open as you tighten your knees together. The friction feels good but it’s definitely not enough. You wish you could touch him. You wish he would be muttering your name as your hand strokes his dick. You wish his big hands could hold your head down as you take all of him in your mouth.

Almost as though you two were connected, Joel’s moans started to repeat more and more. His breathing heavies as your knees tighten harsher and harsher against themselves. Your clit now pulsating, desperate for stimulation. You cover your mouth, hoping your own gasping breaths were not loud enough to hear in the other room.

His voice strains as he gets closer and closer. He mumbles again, “Yes, Rita.” Shit, why aren’t you already in there? Your entire body is on fire but, oh, so nervous. You hear his skin slapping against each other. His moans growing louder. You hear a bump against the wall. His voice begins to break. God, he’s so fucking close.

“Oh baby just like that,” Joel whines. “Cum for me,” you whisper on repeat. Then silence fills the air. You worry if he might have heard you. You’re sure that him catching you listening in is so much worse than you catching him jacking off. “Damn it,” he yells softly with a grunt. That’s when you realize he isn’t edging on purpose. It seems like he can’t get past that final push. To release all that pent up energy.

You could help him. You know you want to. It’s the right thing to do. He must be in so much pain - all swollen down there, thinking about you. You would be helping him. You are so selfless. With a deep breath for courage, you quickly knock and open the door.

You spot Joel in his jean shirt. His legs are spread wide while he sits, bare, on the couch. His pants wrapped around his ankles as he holds his lengthy cock in one hand. His head rests back onto his other. As he hears the door creak open, he nervously grabs hold of a pillow and covers himself. You have never once seen shock and worry on the man’s face until now.

“Shit,” he yells as he scrambles to cover himself. You play dumb, covering your gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry Joel,” you whisper. “I-I thought I heard my name so I came out here,” you slyly taunt as you end with a smirk. Joel’s usual annoyed face returns as he realizes you know the truth. “Why didn’t you just come get me?” you ask innocently as you sit on the arm rest of his couch.

Joel watches you in confusion as he recognizes your advances. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’m-” he starts. You swiftly interrupt, “No need for apologies. I’m just confused is all.” You gracefully fall beside him. Your bare thigh touching his. The tips of your fingers dance atop his thigh. His grip onto the pillow covering his unit grows tighter by the second. “I thought you didn’t care about me,” you whisper as you lean closer to his face. You are now still, a few inches from his face.

"We don't have to do this," Joel mutters. His teeth locked as he watches you. He must think he's in danger. No, its quite the opposite. "Do what, Joel?" you ask as you pull away from him. You note a chair across from him. His backpack is sprawled over it. You carefully carry the backpack and place it closer to him. To show him that you are not something to be scared of. You then turn to sit in the chair. Your legs spread open as you bite your lip. Your eyes rake over the vulnerable man in front of you.

Joel watches you. He takes in shaky breaths. It is almost as though he is more nervous, now that he understands your intent. "Don't stop on my accord," you say as you gesture towards him. You slowly cross your leg over the other, batting him off with your eye lashes. You gently laugh as you watch him sit still, uncomfortable. "Oh, I get it," you murmur with a nod. "You need help." You watch your shoulder as you slowly push your spaghetti strap off it. You do the same with the other side. When you look back at him, a smirk is shown across your face.

His eyes are darker than normal. He still holds the pillow firmly against the skin between his legs. "Don't stop, Miller," you whisper as you slowly pull your shirt up. You expose your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden. He involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes grow full of wonder. With that, he gradually pulls the cover off and shows his enormous cock. You start salivating. Fuck, you knew it would be big.

Joel's thumb starts to move slowly up and down his shaft. His eyes now fully on you. No pulling away this time. Pleasure fills your chest as you raise your chin and open your mouth. You lick your lips, hell-bent on tasting him. He starts to smile between soft moans. His rubbing becoming quicker as your hands calmly travel up your stomach and to your tits.

His breathing shakes harder as your fingers circle your nipples. Your tongue resting gently against your bottom lip. He loves it. His moans become louder as he watches you. "Oh baby," escapes his lips as he watches your sensual movements. "The name's y/n," you whisper. You smile at the shock spreading across his face. "I want to make sure you're moaning the right girl's name this time."

"Your name's y/n," Joel mutters under his breath. His movements stop as he watches you gradually open your legs. Your shorts clearly expose your inner thighs. It shows enough to give him the slightest sneak peek. "And your name is Joel," you coo. “Does that change anything?” He scoffs. A smile spreads across his face. First time you’ve seen it and shit is it beautiful. “Not a single thing,” he mutters. “Then rub one out for me, daddy,” you whisper as your hand travels down your stomach and atop your shorts.

Joel presses his tongue against his cheek as his smile grows larger. His hand starts to rub against his hardened cock. His fingers wrapped around his girth. You bite your lip. You wish it was your hand, but you are not giving up control. “Yeah, start slow,” you murmur as you adjust in your seat. His eyes track you. His eye line at your lips, waiting for the words to just flow out.

His breathing intensifies as he drops his jaw in excitement. “Ooo, just like that,” you whisper as you try to maintain deep breaths. Your clit begins to pulsate. Begging you to jump atop of him. “What next, y/n?” he asks with a gaping mouth. He fully enunciates your name with a smirk at the end. You laugh as your brows bounce. “Hm,” you think aloud. Your finger tapping against your chin. “Have your other hand play with your balls.”

Joel’s brow raises as he’s slightly taken aback. “Don’t make me say it twice,” you playfully seethe through your teeth. He sighs with a smile as his other hand moves from atop his thigh. He cups his balls slowly. A thumb rubbing between them. You suck in a deep breath as you adjust again in your sit. You can’t get comfortable. Your body screams that the only seat you want is on his lap.

His lower jaw keeps moving as deep breaths fall from his lips. “Shit,” he breathes. His eyes close ever so slightly. “Mmm’such a good boy,” you whisper. “Let me hear you.” He gasps as the muscles in his legs begin to tighten. He lets out a low moan. One so deep your entire body shakes. You let out a hesitant breath as your hand covers your mouth. You are trying so hard to keep in control, to be the dominant one - but shit did you want him to wreck your pussy so badly.

“I know you can moan louder than that,” you murmur with a grin. Joel softly laughs and quickens his movements. His breath is fast. His eyes closed. He sits up straighter. His hand slaps against his skin. You spot precum falling from his tip. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath. His head starts to fall back. It rests against the wall. He moves faster and faster. You squeeze your thighs together, holding your breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. You could just about faint. “God, you’re going to make me cum, y/n.” You dig your nails into your thighs. You want nothing more than to see this gorgeous man cum all over himself. “Cum for me, Joel,” you whisper in excitement. Your entire body feels on fire. Goosebumps travel throughout your skin. “I want your big cock deep inside me, Joel. Please cum for me,” you gripe in an innocent voice.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel moans as his brows pull together. He squeezes his eyes shut tighter than before. You hear his voice raise in pitch. Higher and higher as his body moves faster and faster. You note him thrusting into his own hand. He looks so strong. He would feel so good thrusting inside of you. Finally, his breathing fastens and he starts to moan louder than before.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, y/n,” he whisper yells as his body tenses up. You immediately rush in front of him. You sit on your knees as you watch the show, up close and personal. Beads of cum stream down his elongated cock as he strokes firmly. You place much effort in keeping your hands to your sides. You watch as his breaths begin to slow.

“Fuck, Joel,” you say breathless. His eyes start to open. He lets out a gentle laugh through his smiling face. You crawl between his legs. His smile quickly falling as he curiously watches you. There you sit, his softened unit before you. “Your turn to help me, Miller,” you say as you bite your lips. His smile re-emerges as his hand pushes your shoulder back towards the ground. His body slides over you until his face hovers above yours. “Yes, ma’am,” Joel whispers as he plants a kiss on your lips so hard, yet so soft, that you completely fall head over heels for the man.

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

Third Wheel

Wandnat x Reader

Word Count: 2704

Warnings: Angst w/ happy ending

Requested by:@tightrope-mindsets

Summary: Wanda and Natasha are in a relationship that everyone knows about. However no one knows that you are also in that relationship. You were fine not being in the public eye, but overtime it starts to get to you. Everything comes to heads at one of Tony's New Year's Eve parties.

An: I may have tweaked the idea a little but I hope you still like it.

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Wanda and Natasha loved each other. It was common knowledge to everyone around them. The two women almost drowned each other in affection every chance they got.

They were always touching each other. Physical touch was their primary love language. Always kissing, always holding one another, always attached at the hip.

It was adorable, as no one else seemed to bring out that side of the women. At least to the public's knowledge, that is.

There was another member of their relationship not known to anyone. Y/n L/n, one of Tony Stark's many assistants.

Both women took an immediate interest in Y/n the first time they laid their eyes on her. From that day moving forward they would always flirt with the girl. They had taken pride in being able to make a blush cross her face.

Soon the flirting transpired into a few dates, and before she knew it they had asked Y/n to join the relationship. The woman was hesitant at first, afraid of what the public would think.

Natasha and Wanda assured the woman that they didn't have to tell the public about their relationship. They knew that if the press caught wind of the relationship, that Y/n could be put in danger, so keeping it a secret was the smartest thing to do.

While the sneaking around was fun in the beginning, it began to take a toll on Y/n. Watching Natasha and Wanda be affectionate with each other in public and not being a part of it was sparking an insecurity inside of Y/n.

The insecurity used to go away the instant that the two heroes got her alone. They'd shower her in that same affection; holding her hand, kissing her forehead, playing with her hair. It was all fine when it was just the three of them.

Lately things have been different. The insecurity doesn't disappear anymore. Now, Y/n questions if these moments they have are real. She feels like they don't love her like they love each other, and it's eating her alive.

It, to the point where every touch makes her feel dirty. As if she is just there to add excitement to an already beautiful relationship. Y/n feels like a randomly selected third, rather than a girlfriend.

She didn't voice this to the women, scared of losing them, despite her feelings. She was waiting for the moment that they noticed what she felt or even the moment where they got tired of hiding, but it never seemed to come.

Tony's New Year's Eve party was the perfect moment to change that. Natasha and Wanda had left earlier, while Y/n stayed behind. Y/n wanted to look so good that they couldn't possibly resist her.

Her natural hair pattern abandoned for the night as she curled her hair. Her face which was usually bare of makeup was fully coated. She had splurged on diamond accessories for this occasion. The outfit she settled on was an elaborate jumpsuit. Between the almost sheer material and plunging neckline, she would gather a lot of attention.

Hopefully, some of that attention would be by the women she was so desperately in love with.

Part of her was self-conscious about the way she looked. It was definitely a little out of her comfort zone. Before leaving for Tony's she gave her a once over in the mirror.

She almost took her own breath away. The woman in the mirror was almost foreign to her. A small smile formed on her face," Well, don't we clean up nice."

With a nod of approval from herself, she was on the way to Tony's.

When Y/n she wasn't surprised to see an abundance of strangers with a few familiar faces scattered here and there. This was of course a Tony Stark party.

" Hello there, beautiful maiden. Don't be alarmed by my good looks and intoxicating voice, it is just I, the one and only Thor Odinson. Have you heard of me?"

Y/n laughed out loud as she turned to fully face the god of thunder," Is that how you pick up women?"

Thor furrows his brow before finally recognizing her," Y/n? I did not recognize you. You look amazing."

She smiles sweetly as she observes a bashful blush appear on Thor's cheeks," Thank you, Thor."

He scratches the back of his neck," Well since I have thoroughly embarrassed myself I will take my leave. I hope to see you around sometime, Y/n."

Now Y/n was certain she could get the attention of her girlfriends. If the first person to flirt with her at the party was a literal god, then she should have no problem getting Natasha and Wanda's attention.

Parties in general weren't really her thing, so Y/n made a beeline to the bar. What she didn't notice was how the crowd of people were making a way for her.

Once they got a glimpse, they couldn't stop staring. So as the woman took a seat at the bar it was as if a line of suitors appeared out of nowhere, all waiting to talk to her.

Y/n was attracting so much attention that Tony came over to see what the fuss was about. He took a seat next to you at the bar.

" Well, you seem to be stealing the show tonight."

Y/n rolled her eyes, thinking this was another man that she would have to turn down. When she saw her boss, she let out a sigh of relief," Hi Mr. Stark."

Even Tony himself seemed taken aback for a moment," Y/n? Holy shit, you look amazing."

" Thanks Mr. Stark"

He looks at the crowd and then at his assistant," If you want, I could move you to a more secluded area, so they won't bother you. It's maybe about 50 people, which is way better than the hundreds down here."

Y/n nodded her head and eagerly took Tony's hand. He led her to a rooftop area that was still filled with people by way less than downstairs.

It was there that she was finally able to spot Wanda and Natasha. They were laughing at some joke Clint was telling. Natasha's hand was resting on Wanda's lower back as laughter shook their body.

" Better?"

" Much better, thank you, Mr.Stark."

He speaks up as he walks away from you," It's just Tony, Y/n. Make sure you enjoy yourself."

Y/n gives him a lazy salute before making her way to a less crowded bar once again. She orders a drink to sip on as she watches her girlfriends have the night of their life.

" Mind if I sit," Y/n looks to the right to see a beautiful blonde woman standing next to her.

" Go ahead."

The blonde orders a whiskey on the rocks before turning attention back to Y/n.

" This may be really forward of me, but can I just say that you look breathtakingly beautiful."

Y/n faces the woman," I've never heard that sentiment shared as many times as I've had tonight. It's starting to inflate my ego."

" A woman like you should have a big ego. I'm Carol, by the way."

Y/n's eyes go wide," Carol Danvers? As in Captain Marvel."

She chuckles," In the flesh. What about your name, beautiful?"

" Y/n, and it sucks to have to say this to you of all people, but I am in a relationship."

Carol gives a small smile, " There was only a slim chance that someone look like you would not be single. Can I ask you something Y/n?"

The assistant gives Carol a nod, waiting for the question.

" If you aren't single, then who is the asshole that's got you looking so lonely tonight?"

The woman takes a sip of her drink before sighing," It's a little complicated."

" I've got time."

Y/n found herself telling Carol everything. Maybe it was alcohol or maybe the genuine interest that Carol showed in her, but it all came spilling out of her mouth.

When she looked over to Wanda and Natasha this time, they were swaying together on the dance floor. They looked like the perfect couple.

" It sounds to me like they aren't treating you the way you deserve to be treated."

" They haven't even looked at me all night," Y/n's shoulder slump.

" What if we made them look?" Carol stands from her seat abruptly, extending her hand.

" I feel like you just want to dance with me?"

Carol shrugs her shoulders," Maybe I do, but I understand boundaries."

Y/n takes her hand and Carol guides her to the dance floor. That's when she felt eyes on them.

" Is it me or does it feel like everyone is looking at us?"

Carol leans down to whisper in her ear," That's because they are, and I do mean everyone."

Carol and Y/n sway to the song. Neither of them are musically inclined, but they're having fun. As the song comes to an end, Carol spins Y/n out and then back in. When Y/n ends up with her back against Carol's front, a blush appears on her face. It was impossible to ignore Carol's strong arms around her waist.

A laugh escapes the both of them as Carol lets the girl go.

Before either of them speak, they are approached by Wanda and Natasha.

" Carol, Y/n it's nice to see you both," it's then that Wanda lets her eyes rake over Y/n's body.

" You look amazing, Y/n," Natasha licks her bottom lip.

" Thanks," Y/n says with her eyes glued to the floor.

As they fall into easy conversation with Carol, their hands link together. Y/n's gaze focuses on their hands, and she is instantly brought back to reality.

" Um, I'm going to go to the restroom. Thank you for the dance, Carol. Hopefully we'll see each other again," Y/n gave her a polite smile before heading to the restroom.

While on the outside, she looked normal. The woman felt nauseous. As soon as she was in the bathroom, she ran into a stall. The drink along with the other contents of your stomach were being violently excommunicated from your body.

Y/n didn't see who it was, but someone else entered the stall and held your hair back. They were also rubbing soothing circles around her back.

" Oh, you poor thing. You're going to be ok, sweetheart."

When there was nothing left to throw up, Y/n removed her face from the toilet.

" How are you feeling?"

When Y/n finally glanced at the woman helping her, she felt some relief.

" I feel like shit to be honest, Pepper," Y/n says, while her head rests on the wall of the stall.

" I almost didn't recognize you, Y/n. I can take you home if you aren't feeling well," concern was splayed all over the woman's face.

" I'm fine, Pepper, but thanks."

Y/n stands on wobbly legs, almost falling over in the process. Pepper holds onto the woman, steadying her. She gives Y/n a pointed look.

" I just want to see the ball drop, Pep, please."

Pepper reluctantly nods," Fine, but after the ball drops I'm taking you home."

Y/n rinses her mouth before leaving the restroom with Pepper in tow. The blonde offers Y/n a mint, which she gratefully accepts.

As the final countdown begins, Y/n looks at Pepper," You aren't going to find Tony?"

" He always finds me at the last second. It's kind of our thing."

Everyone is counting down the final 5 seconds. Y/n spots Wanda and Natasha staring into each other's eyes. She can see them whisper their 'I love yous'. When the countdown reaches 1 they're already kissing. Holding each other like they're the only people that exist.

With a glance to her side, Y/n can see Tony in his suit fly up in the air with Pepper. He kisses her right there. Even the playboy billionaire shows off his one and only girl to a room full of strangers.

It's in that moment that Y/n feels her heart collapse into itself. A single tear slid down her face and she wiped at it ferociously.

When the cheering is over and Tony sits Pepper back down, Y/n asks the blonde to take her home. Without hesitation, Pepper obliged.

The woman offered to walk Y/n in, but she says she'll be ok. Pepper waits for Y/n to get in the house before driving back to the party.

The funny thing was, that Y/n didn't even really stay at this place anymore. She lived with Natasha and Wanda for the most part, but it would be weird to ask Pepper to take her there. Luckily, Y/n kept her place just in case, but it had been months since she actively lived there.

Maybe this was a sign.

The woman peeled herself out of the jumpsuit, took off all her accessories, and wiped the makeup from her face. She stared at herself in the mirror, this time a smile nowhere to be found.

She took a shower and then got into her bed. She curled into herself and finally let herself cry.

Y/n had no idea when she fell asleep or what time it was when she heard a banging on her door, accompanied by the sound of the bell ringing.

She pulled herself out of bed and trudged towards the door. When she opened the door, Natasha and Wanda stood on her porch.

" We've been looking everywhere for you, baby," Natasha reaches for her, but Y/n flinches.

The woman walks back to her room, leaving Wanda and Nat on the porch. The pair share a glance at each other before entering the house.

"What's wrong malyshka?"

Wanda sits at the edge of the bed, giving Y/n space. Natasha stood behind her.

" I- I don't think I can do this anymore," Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper.

" What do you mean?" Natasha tries to catch Y/n's eyes, but the girl avoids her gaze.

" I feel like a third wheel in my own relationship. You two get to parade each other around and I get to watch from the sideline. You get to hold hands, kiss each other, dance together without a care in the world. It's hard to watch, knowing that I don't get to do that."

Natasha speaks first," Y/n, we want to do all of those things with you. I'm sorry if our actions have said anything different."

Wanda adds," We love you. We want to be with you and if you're ready to take it public we are too."

" Really?"

Natasha nods," Yes, I never want you to feel like that again. We are proud to be your girlfriend's, and we don't care who knows."

Wanda grabs one of Y/n's hands," Please give us another chance, malyshka."

Y/n can't help herself as she surges forward to meet Wanda's lips in a sweet kiss. Wanda holds her close, not wanting to let the girl go.

It's not until Natasha sits on Y/n's other side and pulls the girl out of witches arms into her own, that Wanda releases her.

Natasha slams her lips against Y/n's who instantly moans at the contact. Natasha chuckles into the kiss, and then bites the woman's lip, before breaking the kiss.

" I can't wait until the world knows that you're ours," Wanda wraps her arms around your waist from behind, making you lay on the bed.

Natasha wraps her arms around your front side, so you're sandwiched between the two women.

It wasn't long before you fell asleep. When you did, Wanda snapped a picture of the three of you in bed. She posted it on every form of social media she had, with the caption simply being 'my loves'.

Everyone knew, and they'd all have their opinions, but that didn't matter to either of the heroes. They only cared about making sure that Y/n never felt left out again.

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3 years ago

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Dark!Milf!Wanda x Babysitter!Reader

Dark!Milf!Wanda x Babysitter!reader

TW: 18+, dub-con/non-con, infidelity, wlw smut, f+f oral (both recieving), fingering, light face sitting, tribbing, mommy kink, some angst and fluff towards the end, alcohol use, car accident. If I’ve forgotten one lmk so I can correct it!

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2 years ago

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2 years ago

christmas time

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summary: christmas is around the corner and lesso isn’t the type to celebrate or so she thought

warnings: none i think [not fully proof read; i’m gonna do it today probably]

notes: i literally adore this fic. i was supposed to publish it at christmas but my family just wouldn’t leave me alone so i didn’t have the time to finish it. took me all my free time from my winter break. anyway, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. [it has 14k words so good luck]

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i ran through the corridor being already late, again. this time it was lesso’s class that i was running late for and i knew i was gonna get in some trouble for this happening again… third time this week, actually. christmas break was almost there and i had a lot going on in my mind but this didn’t work as an excuse with lesso. almost none of them worked, to be honest. she said at the start of our first year that we should not be worried about christmas till the break comes and not even day before. easier said than done when, despite the fact of being a never, i needed to take care of so many things connected with celebrating. two years ago i discovered that lesso wasn’t the person who celebrates christmas with joy. i could call her a grinch but i would probably get into more trouble than i already am in. i have been holding down to my books while still not slowing down when i finally saw the door at the end of the hall. why did her class need to be at the opposite side of the school from my room? gasping for air i ran even faster and finally reached the doorknob. gently pressing down on it i opened the door to the class. suddenly my eyes saw the expressions of all the students surprised that someone would be interrupting while the lesson was on. lady lesso’s eyes immediately flew to my face and at that moment i knew i was screwed. she smiled at me with one of her typical smirks and slowly get up from her chair. i wanted to swiftly move and get to my desk but i knew she would hold me back anyway so i just stayed in my place waiting for her to come up to me. she walked up and stood right before me, only a few centimetres separated us. she looked down at me, despite the fact she was taller than me and was wearing heels. she gently shook her head to the sides.

“you’re late.” she said and her eyes decreased.

“i know.” i responded looking her straight into the eyes. feeling brave i see. “and i’m sorry for that.”

“i bet you are.” she bit out a small laugh. “it’s the third time. this week.” her voice became more intense at the end of the sentence. i bit my lip. “don’t you have any explanation?” she asked with something teasing in her voice. that was new.

“nothing you will be proud of.” i whispered but she caught it anyway. “i was getting ready for christmas and totally lost track of time.” i said, this time for everyone to hear me. lesso rolled her eyes at me.

“i’m not proud in fact.” she responded and her eyes become as cold as they were before i got into the class. she came a step closer to me. “i’m kind of disappointed.” she added and shook her head once again. students started to whisper but i tried to ignore them, as usual. they always whisper something about someone. after almost three eyes in this school and after being a never for as long it’s something you get used to eventually. or just don’t give a damn about it. either way. “i think the doom room would do excellent for you.” she said with a cheshire cat’s smile and turned around wanting to go back to her seat. something in me exploded and i just couldn’t understand why she was being so emotionless.

“it’s almost christmas. can’t you be a little bit more understanding and just chill out a bit?” i asked and all the students’ eyes widened. lesso has turned her head back immediately making strong eye contact with me. she then came back to me and now was standing even closer than before. i could smell her perfume and it definitely wasn’t helping me right now.

“what did you just say?” she asked putting my bravery or stupidity, for a try. i swallowed the saliva that has gathered in my mouth and while not taking my eyes away from her i made myself stood up to her once again.

“it’s almost christmas. why can’t you be understanding for once?” i asked and her eyes also widened at my response.

“you’re wasting my time.” she said with actual thunders in her eyes but also a scoff. “stay in after the class ends. i need to have a little chat with you.” she added and as quick as she was standing before me she was sitting in her chair once again. i rolled my eyes and walked to my seat finally being able to get some rest from all the previous running.

the lesson was more boring that usual. there wasn’t any christmas atmosphere (of course) and it made everything even worse. i just couldn’t sit in place so i started fidgeting with anything my fingers could find. even though i was listening to lesso my mind was in a totally different place. the yule ball, to be precise. it’s a magical event, school dance organised every year. part of passing the subject for evers but for nevers it is just strictly a chance to have some fun. of course asking someone to the dance was a thing for the side of good but many nevers were also choosing someone special to spend this time with. not because they had to, just because they simply wanted to. and it was heartwarming, actually. this year yule ball was going to be my third one. penultimate one. previous two years i was going with my friends but this year i wanted to take my special person to it. but there was only one, tiny problem with that. she hated christmas and would definitely laugh at me if i asked her out. letting out a big sigh no one seemed to notice i looked at the teacher’s face again, trying to come up with something she would have to agree on. lesso on the other hand was almost sitting on the front of her desk while looking at the whole class. i think most nevers were focused on her words not because they were interested in whatever she was saying but because they felt this weird kind of fear towards her. the redhead was looking surprisingly bored herself but that’s something i’ll bring up later on.

finally we heard wolf’s howling and people started to pick up their things and exit the class. almost everyone was gone when hester and anadil stopped in place before the door, exactly where i and lesso were standing previously. both me and the redhead looked at them surprised why they weren’t leaving. both girls looked up and we also understood why they froze in place. over their heads we all saw a small piece of mistletoe attached to the doorframe. both girls quickly looked at each other and blushed slightly. lesso rolled her eyes at them but didn’t say a thing. hester then, softly grabbed anadil’s cheek and pecked her lips. the other girl kissed her back almost immediately but hester suddenly pulled back and ran away. anadil did the same closing the door behind her.

“that’s why they were whispering.” i said and lesso’s eyes flew to me, still sitting in my seat.

“stand up.” she said and i slowly did as i was told. “come closer to me.” she added still being pressed against her desk. i walked slowly to her standing right before her. she caught my eyes once again and i uncontrollably bit my lip. she smiled at me but then remembered the real reason for our meeting.

“why do you hate christmas?” i asked and she seemed surprised by my sudden question. she placed her right hand on my left cheek.

“i don’t hate them. i just don’t feel the need to celebrate them. and the atmosphere died so long ago since i was brought to this school.” she joked at the end but i didn’t laugh. she also calmed herself down almost immediately.

“then why can’t you be a little bit more relaxed?” i asked and she looked away from me. of course, not because she was scared more like she was starting to get bored.

“you have whole break for celebrating. that’s enough.” she said and the grip on my cheek tightened a bit. her eyes looked into mine once again.

“lesso.” i said and her attention was directed fully to me. “you’re not going to punish me?” i asked and she smiled at my words.

“no. not at all.” she responded and stroked my cheek. “consider it an early christmas gift.” she added and snored at her own words. “i also adore that boost of confidence in you.” i rolled my eyes playfully at her. my arms then wrapped around her neck while my legs were on the both sides of hers. she surprisingly didn’t mind.

“i…” i started but my voice died the moment it came out of my mouth. her other hand found my waist and brought me even closer to her. our noses almost touching.

“what is it, my love?” she asked seeing something was definitely on my mind. i took a deep breath and looked away from her.

“i have a question.” i said and looked at her again noticing she was looking at me all the time. her face softened a bit.

“go ahead, darling.” she said being concerned. in that moment she was prepared for hearing something extremely amazing or terribly awful. i wasn’t ready to ask her yet, but i knew i couldn’t get myself out of this situation so it will be just better to try. well, here comes nothing.

“i wanted to ask you out.” i said and she smiled at me, warm feeling filling up her body from the inside. but sadly that wasn’t the end on my sentence. “to the yule ball.” i added whispering. lesso’s smile was immediately gone.

“definitely not.” she responded still looking at my face. i tried holding the tears wanting to form in my eyes.

“but lesso, please-“ i wanted to argue but she interrupted me right away.

“no, and that’s final.” she said not leaving any chance for me to discuss it. “also, you know it would come with making our relationship public and i’m not sure how to feel about that one.” she explained looking away from my face and her eye sight was roaming all around the class behind me.

“thought so.” i responded and wanted to get away from her but her grip didn’t let me. her attention was back at me again and she gripped my cheek harder once again.

“don’t act childish.” she said and i rolled my eyes at her. my hands still placed around her neck gripped her skin a bit tighter. she swallowed quickly a sparkle shinning in her eyes for a moment.

“that’s just something important to me.” i responded and this time she rolled her eyes at me. “but it’s okay. you don’t have to care about that.” i continued remembering after all, she’s the dean of the school for evil, a devil herself. why did i ever bother myself with thinking she would change her mind for me? pathetic, as always.

“don’t be ridiculous.” she said with a stern tone. “besides that i’m telling you, i’m not ready for making our relationship public. and i certainly don’t think christmas is the best time for it.” she added and i shrugged at her.

“no surprise.” i said and she rolled her eyes at me again. relationship with lesso was a tough cookie. she was the best person i could ever ask for while also being my worst nightmare. when lesso put her mind to something there was nothing or no one able to change her view. no matter how much she cared or tried to care about that someone. lesso was just to stubborn to even argue with. she stroked my cheek again bringing me back to earth.

“you can come to my room while the ball will be on. we are going to have plenty of time for ourselves then.” she offered definitively trying to make it up for me somehow. i shook my head at her.

“i’ll probably go with my friends. like the years before.” i responded and she stayed silent. “also i promised dovey to see her there and she even asked me to dance with her like a month ago so i can’t let her down like that.” i said and she rolled her eyes at the mention of her fellow coworker i also had a close relationship with. “don’t get jealous, you know dovey is like a mom to me.” i said seeing her expression and she immediately smiled at my words.

“i know, darling. sometimes i just wish you could be for me only.” she said and slowly came closer to my neck, leaving a kiss there. my hands gently wrapped themselves into her red hair keeping her in place.

“i am yours and yours only.” i said feeling more and more pleased from her kisses. she smiled to my neck nibbling at it a bit harder. i bit my lip not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of lessons. she let go of my skin after a moment leaving a red spot. lesso didn’t fully pull back from my skin till almost my whole neck was covered in red or purple marks. when she was finally satisfied with her work she slowly pulled away making eye contact with me.

“i wish you luck with covering this.” she said and the hand that was previously on my cheek now was swinging around my neck touching the marks she just left.

“maybe i don’t want to cover it up.” i responded and her smiled faded a bit. her hand also disappeared same as the other one. at this point the things keeping us in constant contact were my hands around her neck and in her hair. they slowly slid out of her hair and stopped at her shoulders.

“you should go. you will be late to your lesson again.” she said still looking into my eyes in reality not wanting for me to leave. i smiled at her sadly and one of my hands grabbed her cheek this time. she relaxed into my skin adoring this type of touch.

“i think i’m gonna get rest of the day off.” i said and stroked her cheek while her eyes closed slowly. “i was doing pretty good lately, not counting the times i was late, so a few absences won’t hurt me.” i explained and she cuddle in my hand even more.

“as a teacher i can’t allow that.” she said while she opened her eyes to look at me with the look full of love and adoration. all this from so little attention. maybe lesso was hard to please, or she just seemed like it, but when you knew what she really craved, you could wrap her around your finger in seconds. of course she was still very present of the way you were handling her but she just chose not to do anything about it. “but as your girlfriend, i’d say do what you feel like.” she continued and smiled at the mention of her being my lover. i also smiled at her words.

“i hope kastor won’t kill me for not being present in his class.” i laughed slightly and lesso did the same. my other hand grabbed her other cheek and now i was holding her face in my hands. she raised her head a bit signalling me she wanted to kiss me but not wanting to break the skin contact.

“if he tries, he will have to deal with me. and that won’t be the first time.” she replied laughing even more. i saw little wrinkles forming in the corner of her eyes and i unconsciously smiled at her.

“can you do something for me?” i asked the moment i almost got to kiss her. her eyes filled with love still focused on mine shined once again.

“anything, my darling.” she whispered. i felt her breath on my own lips which sent shivers down my spine.

“will you kiss me under the mistletoe?” i whispered back and she rolled her eyes at me. that pushed me over the edge, actually. i asked her for tiny thing connected with christmas that would bring me a lot of joy and she dared to decline it like that. it was enough even for me.

“can’t i just kiss you here?” she asked feeling impatient. this time i rolled my eyes.

“and can’t you do it under the mistletoe?” i asked once again with more stern tone. she right away sensed my attitude and got out of the grip my hands were holding her face in. she straightened herself up, while pushing me off her a bit. then she adjusted her collar and the pit she had under it. i licked my lips and gently shook my head at her still standing close but not as close to her.

“i’m gonna head out.” i said not wanting to show her i was hurt. she probably knew it by now but i just didn’t care at that moment.

“see you later.” she responded and stand up, going to sit in her chair and starting to grade the papers or something she always does.

“i’m not sure when, but of course.” i replied walking to my desk to grab the books i have previously bring with me. her eyes were following me all the time.

“winter break starts tomorrow so you will have plenty of time.” she said as i was almost at the door. i turned around to face her still sitting in her chair. little part of me hoped she would come up to me while i was leaving and kiss me under this damn mistletoe, but as usual, this part was wrong.

“you’re right, but i am going to spend it with my friends and dovey mostly. cause you know, that’s what this time is really for so i’m not sure when we will meet just the two of us again.” i said and my hand reached the doorknob. “unless we see each other at the ball.” i added and slightly pushed on the silver thing in my hand.

“then we probably won’t see in a long time. we may only meet again in my class.” she said with no emotion filling her sentence.

“i assume that’s correct.” i responded with same emotionless expression. she nodded her head at me. “merry christmas in that case.” i added and turned around to leave the class finally.

“you too.” she replied even colder that before. i shook my head at her but she probably didn’t notice it as my silhouette was now in the hall again. i let out a deep sigh and directed myself to my room. i wanted to leave all the books there and go to somewhere i knew i wouldn’t be judged for the excitement i felt connected with the event that was nearly there. the school on the other side of the bridge, to be precise. and the certain dean.

as i said i stepped by my room and literally threw all the things i have been carrying and just left the space in rush. not wanting to be caught by any of the guards i turned myself into little dragonfly and flew out of one of the windows in the hall. not a minute later i was in the corridor of the school for good. it was empty despite the fact that the lessons was on. i quickly flew to the dean’s office and turned back to myself. deep inside i prayed she wasn’t having one of her lessons now, i still couldn’t remember her schedule. i gently knocked at the door and turned the gold doorknob letting myself in.

coming in i saw the person i was looking for, sitting beside her desk drinking tea while also reading a book i have seen so many times in one of her bookshelves. when she noticed my presence she almost spilled the liquid on her dress. thankfully there was little of it left in the cup so it didn’t dirty her up.

“oh my!” she exclaimed and quickly put down the book she was previously reading.

“it’s nice to see you too, dovey.” i smiled at her, closing the door behind me and coming further in.

“very funny.” she said while looking at me unsurprised. i just shrugged my shoulders at her and she snored at my reaction. the tea cup was now standing on her desk while she took the book into her hands once again and stood up to put it back to it’s place on the bookshelf.

“what are you reading?” i asked sitting down in one of two chairs situated in front of her desk. she turned her head towards me while pushing the book between tons of different ones.

“one of the stories my students gave me many years ago.” she laughed gently and i smiled at her response. “but what are you doing here? don’t you have lessons now?” she asked and walked up to me, sitting in the chair next to me. i loved how dovey usually treated me with respect and not just like a random student that came into her office. i adored the fact she thought about as equal and showed it in any way she could.

“i do.” i said quickly. “but i was good lately so i decided to take the rest of the day off. i just wanted to rest a bit and also talk with you.” i explained and she nodded at me with a gentle smile.

“well then,” she stated and turned even more to me. “what brings you here?” she asked looking a bit concerned. my smile faded away a bit.

“it’s about lesso again.” i said quietly. she shook her head and whispered a quick ‘lesso’ to herself.

“what did she do this time? and what do i need to take care of?” she asked her voice filled with no emotion. i smiled at the way she said it.

“nothing much to be honest.” i said as the yule ball wasn’t a bit deal for me. dovey didn’t believe in a single word. “i just asked her to the ball and she of course said now. i mean, what did i expect? that she would agree? yeah, i was being silly.” dovey listened to me her face showing mixed emotions towards the other dean. “also i talked with her about christmas cause as i was saying the last time we talked, she always seems so drained out and just not interested in anything. so i talked with her about it and she explained to me,” i did the sarcastic gesture at the word explained. “that she just doesn’t feel it anymore, and doesn’t feel the need to celebrate it. and as much as i understand this i can’t understand why she just can’t do something for me which would make me so happy you wouldn’t even understand.” i rambled and didn’t feel when tears started to fill my eyes. dovey immediately took one of my hands in hers and started to slowly massage it. wanting to calm me down.

“oh sweetie,” she stayed and her eyes were full of empathy. but as i looked into them longer i noticed the anger building up in them. “she never celebrated christmas.” she said remembering all the years they have spend together. “but i do agree with you on the fact that she could do something for you and at least try being more involved with all the celebration. at least be that with you.” she said and i nodded at her words. “lesso is a really complicated person. i’m amazed that you endure her.” she laughed and i let out a snort at her words.

“she’s a lot.” i said and dovey smiled at me. “but i can’t help the way i feel about her.” i added and her smile widened even more.

“a heart wants what it wants.” she said and her smile turned into a smirk. i rolled my eyes at her playfully. “who would’ve thought lesso would ever fall in love.” she continued and i blushed slightly at her words. “the person who believed the most that evil couldn’t love.” she shook her head. “and after all that she fell in love with a never. you have to be a real special one.” she added and i smiled at her so widely.

“you’ve always said i am unique.” i said and she laughed once again while stroking my hand.

“indeed i did. and in fact you are.” she replied and let go of my hand. “lesso for sure knows it too.” she added and nodded her head.

“i just wish she would show it more often.” i said sadly while looking down. dovey bit her lip.

“maybe she would if your relationship wasn’t private.” she guessed and i made eye contact with her again. “or maybe that’s just the way she is. you can always talk about it with her, not turning it into argument but just discuss it.” she suggested and i nodded at her once again.

“you’re right. but after today i feel like i need a bit of a break from her.” i said and dovey looked a bit worried. “nothing big though, i still love her, of course, but i just feel like maybe what we need is this christmas break. i planned to spend it with you and my friends so i won’t be seeing with her anyway. i probably will come to her at the end of it but for now maybe that’s what we need.” i said my thoughts out loud and dovey nodded her head with an understanding smile.

“there’s nothing wrong with taking breaks. sometimes they help us realise that we can’t stand too long without the person we love.” she said and winked at me. i shook my head at her but the smile was still present on my face. “i don’t want to be rude, but i have a lesson in like ten minutes? so i need to excuse myself. also you’re welcome to stay here, but after the class i have somethings to take care of connected with the fact that the break starts today. so i won’t be coming back for long, but as i already said you’re more than welcome to wait for me.” she said and started to gather the things she would be needing for her lesson. i quickly stand up and scratched my nose.

“don’t worry, dovey. i, myself have a lot stuff to get done today so i won’t stay here. i hope to see you tomorrow though, at the ball.” i said and she smiled at me with the most heartwarming smile i have seen in my life.

“of course. you promised me a dance after all.” she said and i smiled at her words too. i nodded my head at her and then quickly turned into dragonfly once again. dovey opened her window letting me out. i sit at her shoulder for a second, that was our way of hugging while i was in my animal form, and then i flew out of the window going back straight to my room, already thinking about all the things i needed to do today.

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dovey kept up a quick pace of walking while crossing the bridge separating two schools. her dress was floating into all sides but she didn’t care at that moment. she was pissed off but tried to keep her face still. which wasn’t working. dovey hoped she wouldn’t walk into y/n as she crossed the line to the big hall. she immediately turned right knowing the plan of the castle better than her own house’s. she quickly stumbled through the corridor filled with doors to students’ rooms and finally reaches the stairs she was looking for. grabbing her dress in her hands she started the journey up the stairs. cursing the headmaster in her head for making those towels so difficult she was taking now two steps at one time. finally, when her eyes spotted another big hall she sighted with ease. stepping up on the last step, her foot were met with cleaned and almost new floor. now she just needed to find the door to the right room. dovey didn’t expect lesso to be in her office after hours while all the students were on their break now. any other day she wouldn’t bother with coming up to the other dean’s room, but today she was certain she will find her there. passing many door she suddenly noticed the one she was looking for. coming up quickly to them she knocked softly and grabbed the silver doorknob attached to them. after a while she heard a soft but tired “come in.” and immediately pushed down. dovey opened the door and was greeted with a sight of lesso sitting on her bed, massaging her right knee. the redhead looked up and got a bit confused seeing the dean of good.

“got lost?” she joked and clarissa shot the door behind her. lesso’s expression became more surprised at the rage dovey was currently in. not feeling the need to stand up she waited until the blonde walk up to be standing right in front of her.

“i’m not in the mood for jokes, lesso.” she hissed and the other dean suddenly got quiet. “i have a lot of things to get done and coming here to talk with you definitely wasn’t on the list.” she added and lesso smirked at her words.

“you don’t make time in your day for me anymore, clarissa.” she shook her head with fake sadness.

“oh, stop it!” she scoffed her and lesso let out a laugh.

“then why are you here? miss me already?” she asked and clarissa give her one of the looks that could actually kill.

“i am not the one missing you.” she said and rolled her eyes. lesso suddenly swallowed. “but the reason behind my visit is, in fact different.” she stated and lesso focused more on her.

“what did my little misery tell you this time?” she asked the amusement still present in her voice. dovey let out another scoff at her words while her hands flew to her hips.

“nothing you should be worried about.” she replied sharply and it took lesso a bit by a surprise. “but seriously, i need your help lesso.”

“i’m all ears.” she said and her eye’s directed to her knee once again. her hands were massaging it trying to resolve the pain. dovey bit her lip seeing the other dean in pain.

“it has to do with the yule ball.” she said quietly but strongly. lesso rolled her eyes but remained silent. “we need another teacher to come despite the fact juba won’t be here for christmas.” she explained and lesso’s knee started to hurt even more.

“and you can’t ask anybody else?” she asked still being focused on her knee. dovey stayed silent.

“you were the first person to come to my mind.” she responded trying to stay proud. lesso smiled at her words but didn’t take that as a win in this situation.

“i’m flattered.” she responded jokingly looking up at the other dean for the first time in a while. “and you assure me it has nothing to do with my unruly never?” she asked raising one of her brows. dovey swallowed quickly but kept her face still.

“of course not.” she responded and her hands relaxed a bit. “whatever goes on with the two of you is none of my business.” she added, both of the women knowing that sentence was a damn lie. lesso’s been massaging her knee but her eyes remained on the other dean’s face.

“of course.” she responded almost mockingly. dovey rolled her eyes at her with annoyance.

“so, will you be coming?” clarissa asked and lesso straightened up in her seat. she also threw her head back thinking hardly about it. dovey looked at her with boredom waiting for the answer.

“i don’t think i have a choice.” she replied finally and a smile uncontrollably formed on dovey’s face. “besides that, i hope she’s gonna be happy when she sees me there.” she added mostly to herself but dovey couldn’t help, but react to that. lesso’s attention was back at her knee and the horrible pain she was experiencing.

“i adore how you put ‘my’ before every title you give her.” clarissa commented and lesso’s eyes immediately glued to her face. “i think she would love it if you showed her that attention.” she added and lesso quickly rolled her eyes.

“it’s hard to do, when no one knows about us.” she said actually being in a mood for a chat. or at least not being against it.

“you need to assure her she’s special, you know?” dovey said taking a seat next to lesso on her bed. “and we both know how damn special she is to you.” she added and the redhead groaned at the other woman’s words.

“indeed she is.” she said again mostly to herself. “i’m not sure how to show her that, i mean,” she started and cleared her throat when she felt this weird feeling making it harder for her to speak. “i don’t know how to express my emotions towards her. they’re so strong i’m scared i could hurt her. and that’s the last thing i want.” she said and dovey quickly nodded at her words. lesso hasn’t looked at her face from the moment she sat down beside her. “i hope she feels how much she means to me.” she continued and dovey bit her cheek from the inside. she also started fingering with her fingers placed on her dress.

“you could try by being more open for what she wants.” she suggested and lesso eyes finally found her face.

“what exactly do you mean?” she asked knowing partly what clarissa meant by that. she also wanted to know how much you were telling her.

“you know,” she started and gestured her hands into the air. “for example, you’re going to be at the yule ball anyway, why don’t you ask her to it?” she explained and lesso laughed at her words. dovey looked a bit confused.

“so she told you that.” she said and dovey shook her head at the redhead’s reaction finding it ridiculous.

“are you surprised?” she asked and lesso stopped laughing. she then started massaging her knee once again. clarissa was wondering if she did that because it hurt her again or she just wanted to distract herself with something.

“to be fair, i’m not.” she said still focusing on her leg. “i overreacted today i could just kiss her under this goddamn mistletoe.” she said the side of her overthinking showing. dovey gently grabbed her shoulder and stroked it.

“i don’t know about the situation with mistletoe, but even if for you something isn’t a big deal, for y/n it can mean a lot.” she said and lesso groaned again. now her hands were covering up her face.

“i know that.” she said and gently pulled away her hands. her eyes were glued to the floor, not enough strength in her to look dovey in the eyes in such a moment. moment of loosing her walls down a bit and letting someone know how she feels. moment of showing her emotions and her worries to someone who could actually help her with that. a moment of weakness, at least according to her.

dovey stayed silent gently stroking lesso’s shoulder for the whole time. the redhead looked up for a second only to be met with another pair of eyes looking at her. clarissa was looking at her with the most understanding sight she has ever seen. and in that moment she didn’t even felt guilty or ashamed for letting her know how she felt. she felt comfortable, understood even and that was something fully new to her. lesso wiped her eyes with fingers, looking away once again.

“to be honest.” she started suddenly and it got all dovey’s attention. “this year when i think about christmas i even feel a bit excited.” she said and clarissa’s eyes widened at her words. lesso laughed quietly. “those last two years were like every other ones but this year, this one in particular is different. it’s special.” she said and dovey guessed what she was gonna say next, and she unconsciously smiled at the words that haven’t even left lesso’s mouth yet. “this year’s christmas feel a little like the ones when i was a kid. all excited and full of joy. i subconsciously wanted to decorate my room same as my office for christmas.” she continued letting out another silent laugh and the dean of good still stroked her shoulder. lesso’s eyes concentrated on the bookshelf attached to the wall in front of her. “it’s because of her.” she stayed and dovey’s smile widened even more. “she makes me feel all joyful and warm.” she continued coming to terms with it herself. “i literally want to do so many things knowing they would make her happy. i definitely don’t show it but she indeed changed my mindset for this year’s christmas.” she said and the tiny smile formed on her face.

“i think you should tell her all of that.” dovey said and lesso’s eyes met hers once again.

“not likely.” she replied and scoffed at the end. “i physically can’t be so affectionate with her.” she said and dovey’s hand found lesso cheek. the redhead instantly looked into the other dean’s eyes.

“you should try doing in on your own way.” dovey said and lesso wanted to interrupt her but she didn’t let her. “or you can start by doing the things you know y/n would love you to do.” she continued and this time lesso hasn’t had anything to add. she looked away once again getting lost in her thoughts. clarissa stroked her cheek slightly taking her hand away a moment later.

“i’m grateful you need someone to help at the ball.” lesso said out of the blue and dovey laughed softly at her words.

“if that’s your way of saying you’re thankful for me coming here and having this conversation with you, then you’re very welcome.” she said being able to read lesso’s intentions every time. lesso hasn’t looked at her or smiled. “i should be going.” clarissa exclaimed and stood up from the bed. the redhead finally look at her only seeing her silhouette walk up to the door.

“sometimes i forget she doesn’t know me for as long as you do.” lesso said which caught dovey’s attention. she smiled warmly at her while also touching the doorknob.

“she’ll learn everything. just as i did.” she said and pushed on the silver metal opening the door. lesso looked at her knee again and groaned in pain. “i think she could help you with the pain though.” clarissa implied leaving the room. “you’ve always forgot about the pain when pleasure was overcoming it.” she added and quickly disappeared behind the door, closing it shut. lesso laughed at the other woman, loving to see her not so mature and immaculate side. a moment later she put some spell on her leg not helping with relieving the pain but at least making her not feel it. the dean then got up and stormed out of her room going straight to the towel’s loft. she needed to find her old christmas decorations to make her room look at least a bit more joyful.

clarissa wasn’t expecting this conversation to take the turn it did but she was definitely not complaining. she was actually glad that lesso shared her feeling with her which made her even more sure of the fact that lesso and her little unruly never were truly meant to be. however the teachers, in fact, didn’t need another person to help with the ball. but dovey figured out that’s something lesso doesn’t need to know of now.

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the night was almost there and thankfully i’ve done everything i was supposed to do that day. feeling terribly tired i laid down on my bed not wanting to ever get up. i could literally feel the tiredness filling up my body. i groaned and girls from my room laughed at me.

“you’re exhausted.” hester commented looking at me.

“infeed iem” i responded my head deep in pillows. girls laughed once again.

“you need to rest then, tomorrow’s the big night.” dot exclaimed and i rolled my eyes.

“i’m going with agatha so i won’t be bothering you.” said sophie looking herself in the mirror. three of the girls shared a look at her words.

“we’re actually going together.” anadil said and looked at hester. the girl licked her lips.

“so i guess we will be going together too.” dot suggested and i groaned once again. i turned around on my bed so now i was facing the ceiling. slowly sat up and finally could see all the girls i was having conversation with.

“i’m not sure if i will be coming.” i said and dot frowned at my words.

“in that case i will have to stick with sophie and agatha.” she said and sophie just shrugged. dot looked at me with puppy eyes. “please don’t leave me.” she whispered and i uncontrollably laughed at her.

“i can’t promise you anything, dot.” i said and hester laughed alongside with anadil. “also your kiss under the mistletoe was pretty sweet.” i said turning to two of the girls. anadil blushed at my words and hester just rolled her eyes but with a smile.

“i literally thought you and lesso were going to kiss today.” anadil commented and i bit my lip in embarrassment. the girls didn’t know about my relationship with fellow teacher but let’s just say they had their own suspicions.

“what a plot twist would that be.” i said and all five of us laughed at my words. that was something i genuinely adored about those girls. they never asked questions despite the fact how curious they were. i mean sophie and dot did ask questions, a lot of them but they never pressured me to answer. they were evil to the core but they still knew how to be a good friends.

“nah but for real.” dot said once again. “would you really miss a yule ball?” she asked and i started wondering myself. am i gonna miss out on something so huge just because i got into a little fight with my girlfriend? the answer is clear: probably.

“i’m not sure how i’ll be feeling tomorrow.” i lied and the girl just nodded at me. “but i promise i’ll try my hardest to not let you down.” i added and she smiled at my words while eating a chocolate cookie. “and dovey. i promised her a dance after all.” i remembered and the brunette laughed at me almost chocking on her food.

“the dean of good cares so much about some never.” hester said laying down on her bed. “pretty crazy, huh?” she continued and i smiled at her.

“i don’t know what she sees in me.” i laughed and she rolled her eyes playfully. dot and anadil also laughed while sophie just shook her head with playfulness.

all of the girls were getting ready to go to sleep. after like thirty minutes all five of us were laying comfy in our beds getting mentally ready for tomorrow’s night. what an event that will be. i closed my eyes and drifted to sleep almost immediately. despite my tiredness i was just exhausted from all the stress i’ve had from talking to lesso. i hoped tomorrow would be a bit easier.

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lady lesso woke up earlier than usual. her knee was acting up again and her spells weren’t working anymore. with a groan she sat up on her bed and looked around her room. christmas decorations were put out everywhere and it weirdly made her feel kind of better. she smiled at them thinking about how surprised and excited i would be if i saw them with her right in the middle. she started massaging her knee trying to do anything to resolve the pain. but it wasn’t working. she turned her head and looked out of the window and was greeted with winter sun. she unconsciously smiled and her thought’s subconsciously turned to the yule ball she was going to attend today. she started wondering about the outfit she was going to wear tonight and in how much trouble she would get if she put on something a bit too revealing. she laughed at herself and slowly got up, grabbing her cane and walking up to the wardrobe placed in her room. she started looking through all of her clothes hoping she would find something appropriate without having to ask dovey for giving her one of the outfits from the good school. not that it have previously happened. no, of course not. after a while, the redhead finally found something that satisfied her enough to wear tonight. due the fact she woke up so early she got all day to prepare herself for the nightmare that was waiting on her. she rolled her eyes at the thought of the ball being even worse than she’s imagining and came back to bed wanting to at least rest more if she wasn’t getting any more sleep. lesso’s thoughts came back to me once again and she smiled while laying down under the warm blanket. she was preparing herself for the night and all the things i could say to her that she hadn’t even noticed when she fall asleep once again. the pain coming from her knee somehow didn’t stop her from drifting to sleep.

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the night has finally arrived. everyone was more exited than usual which was understandable. even the teachers felt a christmas spirit. this year, yule ball was organised in the school for evil despite the fact it was in the good side last year. all evers needed to cross over the bridge but speaking from their point of view it made the ball even more fun and magical. more people started to come into the big hall situated at the second floor of the castle. almost all teachers were already present beside lady lesso and one of the good teachers. dovey stood awkwardly at the table with food waiting for the other dean to show up. or at least for the never she promised a dance. she was alone and it was definitely driving her crazy. of course, she knew all the other teachers that were at the ball but they just weren’t as close with her and she didn’t feel comfortable enough to just walk up to them and start the small talk she hated with passion. clarissa rolled her eyes and put another olive in her mouth. one thing that caught her attention when she was waiting on anybody to come and literally save her, was the way people were coming in. the stairs were build in a way that it looked like they were coming out of the floor. and it literally amazed her. she smiled to herself seeing more evers and nevers enter the hall and her nerves calmed a bit. but suddenly she felt a cold hand on her exposed shoulder and she almost jumped out of her skin. she turned around immediately and her eyes met the person who just nearly gave her a heart attack.

“i see i still got the effect on you, don’t i?” lesso asked taking her hand away when the other dean turned to her completely. dovey scoffed at her still calming down her breathing.

“i almost died on the spot.” she exclaimed and put one of her hands on her chest. lesso laughed at her words.

“it wasn’t my intention. this time.” she said with a wink. clarissa playfully hit her arm.

“i’m glad you showed up.” she said and smiled warmly at the other dean. leonora looked away from her face but also smiled.

“you need my help after all.” she said with a proud tone. dovey wanted to roll her eyes but she decided not to.

“of course.” she responded and both women laughed gently. lesso took a look around the hall noticing little details connected with christmas and the ball. she smiled to herself and her eyes came back to the other dean’s face again.

“has she show up yet?” she asked and dovey shook her head.

“not yet.” clarissa exclaimed and looked away from lesso’s eyes. “the ball just started, give her a bit more time.” she suggested with a nod. lesso’s sight just focused on the hall once more.

“of course.” she whispered to herself. “you look ravishing.” she said looking dovey up and down for a moment, noticing the light green dress was a bit different from the ones she was wearing every day. her shoulders and collarbones were exposed and the top was cut low also exposing a lot of her cleavage. the dress was wide at the bottom but it was decreasing more further up. she had little sleeves attached to the top of the material on her chest. dovey looked literally angelic in the moment. the blonde smiled at her words and a little blush crawled up on her face.

“thank you kindly.” she replied and took a look at lesso’s outfit. “you look marvellous yourself.” she added admiring the overalls lesso was wearing. whole material was wine red with black lace under it. due to the sleeveless outfit the lace was covering all her arms and a bit of her cleavage. lesso looked like a king taken out from his fairy tail. and it suited her so well.

“indeed i do.” she smirked and dovey rolled her eyes. both women looked at the students filling up the room, waiting to see their special never. but she was nowhere to be seen by far.

minutes went by and she still hasn’t arrived. lesso was now pushing her cane into the floor harder with every passing second. dovey finally took a notice of that and put her hands on top of the other dean.

“stop that.” she said and squeezed their hands together. lesso looked into her eyes and raised a brow.

“we barely use this floor, no one will notice.” she said and dig her cane even harder. dovey scoffed and took her hands away. lesso laughed softly at the annoyed dean of good. both women noticed hester coming in while holding anadil’s hand and other three girls, two nevers and one ever coming in right after them. clarissa started to wonder for a second if no one invited agatha or she was just meeting then at the ball. her mind quickly went back to the redhead stood next to her and her girlfriend that still definitely wasn’t present.

“why hasn’t she arrived yet?” dovey exclaimed and lesso attention was still directed to her face. clarissa took another chocolate candy and put it in her mouth. lesso laughed once again remembering her habit of eating a lot more than usual when she was nervous.

“i have no idea.” she replied and finally stopped touring the floor. “maybe i should check up on her.” she suggested getting a bit lost in her thoughts. dovey turned to her again and smiled.

“i think that’s a great idea. you can ask her out by the way.” she said and another chocolate chip found it’s place in her mouth. lesso tried to keep her face still.

“i will be back as soon as possible.” she said and grabbed her cane in the other way, so she could be using it while walking. “and i’m not sure how the part about asking her out is gonna go.” she added and dismissed herself from the table they were standing by all this time. clarissa shook her head to the sides and immediately turned to the table looking for another chocolate delight.

lady lesso stormed out of the ball hall and immediately took turn into the direction of my room. going down the stairs she found herself at the right floor and went to the door she knew so well by now. searching for the ones in particular she missed four others and finally found the ones she was looking for. lesso gently knocked at the door and didn’t hear any reply. starting to get a bit worried she pushed down on the silver doorknob and invited herself in. she closed the door behind her in no time. the redhead finally took a look at the room she was now in and her eyes almost immediately found me laying on my bed in total comfy mood. she frowned her brows together looking at me with a confused expression. i finally took a notice of her and almost fell off the bed.

“you scared the living shit out of me.” i said looking at her like she was insane. she tried to hide the smile on her lips but was totally unsuccessful.

“i didn’t mean to, my love.” she said and stayed still in her place. “why aren’t you getting ready? or why aren’t you ready by now?” she asked and my confusion got confused.

“what do you mean?” i asked and she looked at me like i was the dumb one here.

“the ball. the yule ball.” she said slowly not understanding what i was on. i cracked a brow at her.

“what about it?” i asked getting up from my bed and slowly approaching her.

“why aren’t you ready to attend it?” she asked following me with her eyes all the time. i walked up to her and was now standing in front of her.

“i decided not to go.” i said the sadness filling my tone despite my trying to hide it. she clicked her tongue at my response and i was vividly confused once again.

“lies.” she commented and one of her hands found my left cheek. she grabbed my face making me look up a bit. “get ready, i don’t have all night.” she added and i blinked quickly at her.

“what?” i asked and she let go of my face as fast as she touched it. lesso fixed her posture and leaned on her cane, guiding all her weight on it. her other hand situated on her hip.

“get ready.” she said with a stern tone. “you have a ball to attend to.” she added and a little smile appeared on her lips. i couldn’t help the one that was forming on mines.

“how did you know i was in my room?” i asked and turned around, quickly walking to my wardrobe searching for the outfit i picked like a week ago. her eyes roamed all around my room avoiding only me.

“i saw your friends and you were nowhere to be found, so i assumed that you must be still in your room.” she explained and i literally stopped in place with the dress in my hands.

“you saw my friends? at the ball?” i asked confused and quickly looked at her. she just nodded her head still not bothering to look at me. she seemed to be actually interested in the way our room looked. “you were at the ball?”

“indeed.” she replied and finally took a glance at me. “dovey asked me yesterday for backup so i couldn’t disagree. it was too late to involve someone else.” she explained and i bit my bottom lip, stopping the huge smile that wanted to form on my face.

“that explains everything.” i said to myself but lesso hummed at my observation. i grabbeb all the things i would be needing to get ready and stood before her. she looked at me with her typical grin. at this moment it made me smile even more.

“you can change here. it’ll be quicker.” she said and i slightly blushed at the idea of changing in front of her. of course, she has seen me naked by now but literally changing was somehow more intimate to me. i looked away from her still staying in my place. lesso noticed my uncertainty and a soft expression appeared on her face. “if you feel comfortable enough with that.” she added and her hand went through my hair. stroking it gently. “but i can move if you prefer to go to the bathroom.” lesso continued and took away her hand, my head subconsciously moving after it. she hummed happily at me reaction to her touch but waited at my answer.

“i will need someone to zip me up anyway.” i said and walked away to my bed. she smiled smugly at my words. i put all the things on my duvet and grabbed the bottom of the shirt i was currently wearing. i glanced at lesso and noticed she was now standing with her back facing me, wanting to give me privacy. i smiled warmly at the act and in no seconds i was in my desired outfit . it was a black, half-sleeved dress, with red lace on the front and cleavage that was exposed a bit more than usual. the lace was ending half the way down so it looked like it was just disappearing in the sea of folds from the material. at the bottom little red and silver diamonds were attached making it seem like i stepped in the puddle of glitter a moment ago. i adored the way this dress looked in the room the day dovey first showed it to me and i hoped it would look at least half that good on me. to be fair i hoped it would look better on me than it did handling on the hanger. i glanced at lesso again and she was still facing the door, being very interested in the way they were made. i found her amazingly heartwarming and decided to make myself fully ready before she would zip me up. i took my toiletry bag and walk up to sophie’s huge mirror attached to the wall. after a few swing moves my face was ready to go. i grabbed my hairbrush and did everything in my way to make my hair look as perfect as it was possible. finally, after that i was ready to be zipped up.

i walked up to lesso, placing my hands slowly at her hips. she didn’t jerk away but i sensed a little tense in her body when she felt my touch. she slowly turned away and was met with my almost ready look. her eyes roamed me up and down and she couldn’t help the smirk approaching her lips. she licked them and bit down for a moment on her bottom lip. my hands on her hips kept us in a very close position but she still managed to get a look at my outfit. i raised my head making eye contact with her. her eyes were full of love and incoming lust. i smiled at her and shook my head a little to the sides. her hands found my face again and stopped me from moving.

“i should not allow you to go out while looking that breathtaking.” she whispered despite no one was in the room besides us. i licked my lips and smiled even more.

“you don’t have to worry about it. it’s all for you.” i responded and moved my hips slightly. it caught her attention attention and her eyes left mine for only a second. “can you zip me up?” i asked and her smirk grew even wider.

“of course, my darling.” lesso replied and her hands slowly left my face. i also took away mine from her hips and turned around so she could see the zipper. with a swift pull my dress coaxed around my curves tighter, highlighting them even more. i turned around again, facing the love of mine. lesso’s eyes were focused on my body until one of my hands touched her cheek. they immediately flew straight to mine making intense eye contact.

“you’re making me want to stay here even more.” i whispered and she laughed warmly at my words. her eyes closed for a second before she came back to earth again. lesso licked her lips and smiled at me with pure love filling her up.

“we can’t let down dovey.” she said and it surprised me she wouldn’t use an occasion like that to get away from going to the ball. “besides,” she started and my attention was brought to her once again. “i want everyone to see how beautiful my girl looks tonight.” she said and i felt her hands wrapping around my waist.

“i think dovey will actually murder you if we don’t show up in a moment.” i commented and the woman laughed again. i could listen to the sound of her laughter for the rest of my life. lesso’s hands squeezed my body a bit making themselves even more present.

“you can be right.” she replied and her laugh slowly died with it. silence corrupted us for a moment as we were just staring into each other’s eyes. she was the first one to blink and lick her lips again.

her hand pulled me closer to her to the point our bodies were almost touching each other. i could smell her perfume and i literally felt i have fallen in love with her even more. she looked down at me with eyes filled with love and adoration towards me. unfortunately i knew her to well to not notice the glimpse of lust shining in them. i smiled at her while my hand started to slowly stroke her cheek. she gently bit down on her lower lip, definitely thinking about something. i wanted to ask what was going on in her mind but her voice has overtaken me.

“will you go to the ball with me, officially?” she asked out of the blue and i immediately blinked at her words. after a few seconds when it finally hit me what she had just said my smile grew even wider and i wrapped my hands around her neck.

“of course i will.” i replied and she smiled seeing how happy her question made me. she touched my nose with hers and in no time i felt her lips on mine. it wasn’t even a kiss, just a quick peck because she pulled back almost immediately.

“maybe no one knows about the fact we are going together but i think it satisfies you enough.” she said and i nodded at her words still not believing in this happening. “let’s go now, dovey will kill us both.” she said and i laughed. my hands slipped off her neck and so did hers from my waist. lesso opened the door for me and passed me through them. she exited the room almost immediately after me and closed the door with a loud thug. she rolled her eyes hating the sound it made and i just giggled at her. she shook her head and i felt her hand wrapped around my waist once again. she guided me with it towards the stairs and the whole entrance prepared on the floor above us.

after so many stairs we finally reached our destination. the yule ball. the room was full of people by now and a few students were dancing on the floor, but most of them were just standing somewhere not being sure what to do with themselves. lesso has taken off her hand from my waist not wanting to cause a scene. she may not care what others say about her but she was still scared about how the situation would turn out when everybody got to know we were dating. but she did something that surprised me. she held out her arm for me to hold it. i immediately wrapped my arm around hers and just like that we crossed the huge door. many eyes were directed at us not because we were walking together or i don’t think so at least, but just because someone was entering the room and it always drowned people’s attention. lesso was keeping up a fast pace and i tried to match her. finally we walked up to the table where dovey was standing all the time and we finally stopped. clarissa smiled at me so widely when she saw me.

“you made it.” she greeted me, turning around from the table to face us. i smiled back at her.

“i wouldn’t miss that for anything.” i replied and lesso laughed softly. looked around the hall noticing all the decorations and some of the known faces.

“doubtful.” leonora whispered which caught my attention again. i punched her slightly with my free hand.

“will you let her go for some time or i can’t count on dancing with her tonight?” clarissa asked looking at lesso. she had a smug grin placed on her face from the time we entered the ball. i looked up at her and noticed how lesso raised her head a bit and smiled wider while looking at the other dean.

“i think i can make an exception just for you.” she said and dovey shook her head with a smile. i licked my lips and looked at dovey this time.

“don’t worry, i’ll run away from her if she won’t let me have fun.” i whispered to clarissa leaning over to her a bit. lesso shook her head slightly trying to calm the smile that was present on her lips.

“we will see about that.” she suddenly whispered to my ear lowering her head a bit. i felt a shiver come down my spine when i heard her voice and felt her breath so close to my skin. dovey was looking at us with an expression i can’t totally explain. she rolled her eyes after a while and chose another chocolate chip cookie to eat. i smiled remembering how much she loved everything containing chocolate or sugar in general.

all three of us talked for a long time until i asked lesso a final question: “will you let me have fun?” i asked looking up at lesso once again. she directed her eyes at me and her arm gently let me go. the smile on her face faded a bit but a grin was still present. i smiled at her and turned to dovey immediately taking her hand in mine.

not even waiting for her to finish eating another candy, i dragged her to the middle of the dance floor and literally just started spin around with her. one of her hands covered her mouth until she finally swallowed the sweet substance and grabbed my other hand, making our ‘circles’ look a bit more like circles. some kind of music was playing in the background but i literally didn’t care about it, the important thing to me was that i finally made it to the ball and got to spend my time with person i waited to do it for so long. and even with someone i never would’ve thought i would see them here.

after good fifteen minutes of senseless spinning both me and dovey came back to lesso needing to rest a bit. my head was spinning so hard i literally thought i was gonna throw up. thankfully lesso grabbed me with her arms and it helped me calm down a bit. dovey got herself a cup of clear water not being able to look at all the candies right now. i laughed observing this whole situation. clarissa stood in front of me and lesso once again looking at all the students having fun at the dance floor. to be honest, we started this whole party. after we started to ‘dance’ more people were coming to the middle so we can easily take that as officially starting this party. i wrapped my arm around one of lesso’s and she smiled feeling my touch. dovey was looking at us with hearts in her eyes and i rolled my eyes at her.

“don’t say you don’t find it adorable.” she said and i softly laughed. lesso on the other hand licked her lips and didn’t concentrate on our conversation at all.

“i do.” i said through my laughter. “i find it extremely heartwarming, to be precise.” i added and clarissa smiled even wider at my words.

“i’m glad you showed up today.” she said and i nodded slowly at her words. dovey took another sip from her cup.

“i’m glad she came back for me.” i said looking up at lesso but she still wasn’t paying attention to me or clarissa. said girl shook her head at the redhead but didn’t say anything about her.

“good thing we needed her, right?” the blonde joked and my smile immediately grew more when i realised they didn’t need lesso as much as she thought or as much as she told me.

“couldn’t imagine this whole ball without her.” i responded and squeezed lesso’s arm a bit. this brought her back to us and her eyes immediately flew to dovey’s face.

“right.” she said suddenly, narrowing her eyes, obviously thinking something through. i turned my head to her hearing her join our conversation. “would you excuse us?” she asked clarissa and she just nodded turning around from us to observe all the students.

lesso grabbed my hand that was wrapped around her arm and started slowly guiding me somewhere. without hesitation i let her guide. she was walking slowly, passing a lot people who we knew. i just hoped none of my friends would notice us. i saw hester and anadil dancing together being caught up in having fun. i smiled to myself. sophie dot and agatha were nowhere to be found which worried me slightly. as we were approaching the glass door leading to the balcony i turned my head to take another look at the hall, from different angle this time. it was so beautiful i couldn’t get enough of looking. lesso smiled to herself seeing my delight. when we reached the door she she gently pushed on them, making room for us to walk. opening them widely, lesso crossed the entrance and i did the same. she closed the door behind us, giving us a bit of privacy. funny thing was that people would actually have a hard time seeing us, the glass was frosted so it explained everything. they also couldn’t hear us due to the music playing inside so we had a lot of privacy actually. lesso guided me to the railing and finally stopped in place. i looked her in the eyes and saw them being filled with love once again. i uncontrollably smiled.

“i hope you’re having fun.” she said and her right hand found my cheek. i cuddled into her skin.

“so much.” i replied and her grin grew wider after hearing my words. “i’m so glad you invited me to the ball.” i added and she shook her head slightly.

“and i’m glad you didn’t reject me.” she said playing along my game. i bit down on my lip stopping my smile from widening.

“reject the dean of evil? never.” i said fake overtaken in my voice. she rolled her eyes playfully.

“i love how peaceful it is here.” she said taking a look around at the surroundings. i did the same for as much as her grip allowed me to.

“i do too.” i said quietly and her eyes were at my face again. her fingers started to slowly stroke my sling and it gave me even more comfort.

“i believe you know how much i care about you. and about your happiness.” she said looking at my lips and obviously avoiding my eyes.

“of course i do.” i replied and she looked away for a split second. my head slightly turned to the side not knowing how to interpret her quick reaction. “no matter what you do or do not, it doesn’t change the way i feel about you.” i said and she caught my eyes for a moment. she stated into them blankly i guess searching for an answer.

“but i should be doing more.” she whispered looking at my lips once again, breaking our eye contact. she dipped her teeth into her bottom lip not hard enough to draw blood but enough to bruise it a bit. i licked my own lips seeing her movement.

“what you do is enough.” i said assuring her. she scoffed at my words and shook her head while her eyes were suddenly closed. her hand still present on my cheek slightly tightened it’s grip.

“definitely not.” she said a laugh interrupting her words. not a real one, the sarcastic one. i bit my cheek from the inside not knowing how to make her feel better, how to make her feel enough.

“lesso.” i said harshly and her eyes almost immediately found my face. the laughter dead long ago. my hands found her free one and took it, squeezing it hard. her eyes were looking at me with a soft and almost hurt expression. “you are enough. whatever you do i enough. i couldn’t ask for a better person in my life.” i continued feeling my eyes getting wet. she swallowed and looked away.

“i just wished i could do more for you. do the things you want me to do more often. and stop being so selfish all the time when it comes to you.” she said and her words surprised me to my core. i haven’t ever thought she was worrying and underestimating herself so much. my hands immediately wrapped around her waist and just pulled me into her, giving her a tight hug she definitely needed. at the start of our relationship lesso wouldn’t hug me back, but as further we got she learned to hold me too. sometimes even squeezing me. don’t get me wrong she could be a tender person sometimes, but hugs never were her thing. but she got used even to them.

“don’t ever underestimate yourself like that ever again.” i said to the material on her chest. her hands wrapped around my neck, holding me in place. i knew she loved this kind of closeness. and her touch just made me sure of it. “please, lesso. you’re doing your best and that’s what matters the most. i see a lot of change in your behaviour same as in the way you react to so many ridiculous things i often offer you and it warms my heart unbelievably.” i continued and literally felt how her heartbeat fastened. “there’s nothing i could ask more of from you. you’re doing just fine. just the way you should.” i continued and her hands started to stroke my hair. “you are enough.” i added and she pulled my hair a bit. it took me by a surprise so i let out a confused sigh. this move made me pull away from her a bit and take a look at her face. lesso was biting on her lip looking at me even more lovingly, if that was possible.

“i love you.” she said and her hands found my face again. i smiled at her words and raised my head subconsciously. “you are the best part of my miserable life.” she added and laughed at the end. i rolled my eyes playfully. she pulled my face even higher and lowered her head. our noses were touching and she was just so close to my lips. “if i could, i would give you the whole world.” she whispered and without giving me a chance to response, she crashed her lips into mine.

i immediately kissed her back, being touch starved for the past two days. after our fight in her class and not getting the kiss then i couldn’t think about anything else. her lips worked in sync with mine and i sighed into our kiss. lesso smiled but didn’t break the kiss. to my surprise it didn’t tuned into being more heated. of course, not even a moment later i felt her tongue on my lower lip, asking for entrance, which i almost immediately gave her, but despite that our kiss was just full of love but not in the sexual way. in the most comforting and gentle way i have ever experienced. lesso’s hands started to stroke my cheeks and it was my turn to smile into the kiss. she felt the movement of my lips and smiled herself, taking out her tongue from my mouth. her lips gave mine the last peck and she slowly pulled away from me, connecting our noses again. my lips wanted to follow her but i stopped myself. she smiled at me looking how i slowly opened my eyes to meet hers.

“i love you too.” i replied to her previous confession. lesso licked her lips and a grin crawled on them once again.

“you better do.” she laughed gently and i did the same. my hands still wrapped around her waist squeezed her a bit giving her a pleasant sensation.

“i wish i could show you my love anytime i want.” i said and her eyes saddened a bit. i blinked still looking up at her.

“i know.” she said and her hands moved from my cheeks to my waist, she also pulled away more. “i guess you will be able to do it one day.” she added and shrugged her shoulders. oh, that was new.

“but for now,” i said not wanting to keep up the sad atmosphere. i pulled her closer once again and rested my head on her shoulder being close to her ear. “i appreciate the fact you took me here tonight. and by here i as much mean the yule ball as this balcony.” she smirked at my words and gently shook her head.

“my darling.” she whispered straight to my ear and it gave me goosebumps all over again. “there are so many things left you will be grateful for tonight.” she added and i bit my lip. her hands around my waist pulled me away from her so she could take a look at my face. i was looking into her eyes and i literally felt like the whole world just stopped. “we should go back now, i’m afraid dovey will look for us soon.” she said and i smiled at her words nodding my head.

lesso didn’t let go of my waist and guided me back to the inside. i immediately saw dovey looking into our direction with an unsurprised but disappointed look on her face. i smiled to myself and rolled my eyes. lesso closed the door behind us once again and guided me to the table we were previously standing next to. the same path as she brought me to the balcony. i looked around again and noticed dot looking at me, we made eye contact for a moment and i almost immediately looked away. i started to wonder if she saw the whole scene but thankfully dovey broke me out of my thoughts with her voice.

“took you a minute.” she said bored and lesso just scoffed at her. i shrugged with one of the biggest smiles she has ever seen on my face.

“it’s a duty to take the best care of my never.” lesso commented and clarissa shook her head at her but a smile crawled into her lips.

“i guess you’re right.” she said and smiled warmly at us both. lesso fixed her posture a bit still not taking away the arm that was wrapped around my waist. i started to worry a bit about other people noticing anything but she simply stopped my wonders.

“i want to dance with you.” she whispered to my ear coming closer to it. i immediately turned to her and looked at her dumbly.

“don’t you think someone will suspect anything?” i asked and she just rolled her eyes. the grip on my waist tightened giving me a feeling of comfort. i straightened myself immediately.

“you danced with me, so it’s not like you especially chose lesso to dance with.” dovey interjected to our conversation and my eyes found hers. lesso grinned at her finding her words actually useful.

“we don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” she whispered to me once again with that smirk on her face. i narrowed my eyes and a grin crawled to my face.

“such a tease.” i responded and she laughed at my words shrugging her shoulders. dovey let out a deep sigh hearing our full conversation.

“just dance before something actually questionable happens between you two.” she said and turned around to the table looking for some candy again. i smiled at her words and looked at lesso who was already looking at me. she swiftly took away her hand from my waist and took a step back from me. i looked at her confused.

“will you dance with me?” she asked and held out her hand, the one that was on my waist seconds ago, for me to grab it. i smiled uncontrollably and immediately took her hand into mine.

“of course i will, my lady.” i said and she raised her eyebrow at me with a grin on her lips. lesso then took my other hand into hers and slowly dragged me to the dance floor, passing a lot of students or just known faces in the way. i felt like everyone was staring at us but maybe it was just a feeling.

lesso stopped at the middle and her hands slowly found my waist, my on the other end, moved to her neck and wrapped themselves around it tightly. leonora smiled at me, feeling my touch. some kind of slow music was playing in the background as we started to dance together while other students and even teachers were surrounding us. even though m many of them were probably looking at us in that moment i felt like the whole world stopped once again. there was only me and her in. i couldn’t believe i was actually dancing with lesso at the yule ball. my smile widened more as my conscious realised the fact she did all of this for me. to make me happy. my hands started to slowly stroke her skin and i felt how she gently relaxed into my touch. her hands hold me tightly and brought me a bit closer to her. my eyes were situated on her face trying my hardest not to pay attention to the people around us. lesso looked at my lips for a second and then her eyes came back to mine. i bit my lower lip looking at her with love.

“thank you.” i said still holding eye contact with her. she moved her head to a side a bit, confusion starting to appear on her face. i smiled more seeing her reaction. “for coming with me here today. i know how uncomfortable it makes you feel. but i just wanted to let you know i appreciate your gesture a lot.” i explained and another lovely smile crawled up to her face. she shook her head for as much as my hands allowed her.

“there’s nothing to thank me for, darling.” she said and i rolled my eyes at her. she let out a laugh and i literally adored this sound. “actually,” she started and caught my attention again. “i wanted to thank you too.” she said and this time it was my turn to get confused. lesso licked her lips taking a deep breath. “christmas this year feel a lot better and more joyful than the past years. i owe it to you.” she said and i felt my eyes water up. lesso scoffed seeing my reaction and one of her hands quickly went up to my face, to stroke my cheek and the eventual tears. my smile became the biggest it has been the whole night.

“i love you.” i said totally forgetting where we was. lesso laughed once again seeing my sudden reaction when i realised what i had just said. her hand on my cheek never stopped stroking my skin but the one on my waist pulled me even closer to her, so now our bodies were touching. she looked down at me and smiled warmly again.

“i love you too, my darling.” she responded the whole time looking into my eyes. her hand moved from my cheek to my chin, gripping it gently. she raised my head a bit, making the space between hers and my lips smaller. i was almost hypnotised by her eyes and lesso laughed licking her lips, noticing my state.

suddenly her eyes looked away from me and flew to the side. she noticed something there and then immediately her head turned. i wanted to look up too but her grip on my face wouldn’t let me. so my eyes just looked to the side, the place she was previously looking at but didn’t notice anything. i frowned my eyebrows and my eyes went back to the redhead before me, seeing her neck stretched out, still looking up. lesso suddenly moved her head and was looking down at me once again. i blinked at her not understanding the whole situation. she was looking more stressed out right now and i almost started to worry, but she interrupted me.

“you’re mine.” she commented gently and i was a bit taken aback by her sudden possessiveness. she licked her lips looking at me. her eyes were still filled up with adoration so i figured out there was nothing for me to worry about. i smiled at her feeling like she was looking into my soul with this piercing but loving look.

“only yours.” i replied with a smile on my face. she let out a chuckle at my words and lowered her head a bit. and with one swift move she connected her lips with mine.

i was speechless.

i kissed her back out of habit and felt how her lips curled into a smile which naturally became a smirk. her hand on my chin hold me in position for as long as she was feeling like kissing me. my hands around her neck grabbed her tighter and lesso let out a sigh, hopefully only for me to hear. her tongue slowly moved on my lower lip but i didn’t open my mouth for her. i was in too much shock for that kind of kissing. finally she pulled away, breaking our kiss. i was looking at her in pure shock while she was smirking like crazy. her hand slowly left my chin and wrapped itself around my waist along with her other one. lesso’s eyes looked to the side once more and this time mine did the same. the redhead found the dean of good and locked eyes with her. dovey was just as shocked as i was. the chocolate candy fell out from her hand and fell on the floor. i noticed her and she also made eye contact with me. she started slowly shaking her head and i shrugged my shoulders still not believing what just happened. lesso’s hands gripped my waist and i immediately looked at her. she was looking so proudly and i couldn’t believe it. i looked her in being actually terrified what could happen next.

“i hope this makes up for the unfulfilled kiss in my office, yesterday.” she said and looked up. my eyes flew straight to the ceiling, where hers were and then i noticed it. the mistletoe. right above our heads. i looked back at her and just couldn’t control the smile that came up to my lips.

“you’re unbelievable.” i said scoffing and she just laughed. i looked around noticing almost everyone staring at us in pure shock. i noticed my friends looking amazed but not surprised. i uncontrollably smiled at them and hester shook her head at me. i looked at dovey once again and she was smiling this time. her hands were shaking like crazy, but she tried her hardest to look composed. i smiled at her and she raised her eyebrows still needing time to process this moment. i finally looked at lesso and she was grinning at me, still being so proud of her action. i wanted to say something but the voice from some part of the room, interrupted me.

“i told you! you owe me 20 bucks hester!” i recognised dot’s voice and laughed. lesso shook her head at me and my friends but the smile was still present and wide on her lips.

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

post Azkaban sirius>

Flirting Disasters

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: You fell in love with Sirius Black while working together with him at the order while he dismisses every move you make on him Warnings: Second hand-embarrassment, drinking problems, passing out, break-down. Word Count: 3,789

You fiddled with your purse thinking about your first order meeting. Granted, you were an expert at decoding messages coming from your immense study of Runes; but you could very well handle yourself in a fight too.

Dumbledore already told you about your job. Decode the messages and try to find out the course of action of the death eaters. He had told you that you’ll be working with Sirius Black the owner and head of the Black household, also the order’s headquarters. You’d been told a lot about him too. Being wrongly accused and sent to Azkaban by his own best friend, his narrow escape and having to stay back at the headquarters for his own good. That did not prepare you in any way when you actually met him.

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

Hi can you do a sub!James and he is sucking on our titis and we keep pulling them away and he starts whining and eventually starts crying thanks bye

Frustration || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2885

A/N: I love this request but I'm not sure the vibes of the piece did it justice I just hope that you all more or less enjoy it! I meant to get this out yesterday but I didn't have the time, I'm hoping to get back to a more normal writing schedule though

Warnings: mommy!kink I don't know why you're surprised honestly, titty sucking, teasing, crying, poly relationship

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Hi Can You Do A Sub!James And He Is Sucking On Our Titis And We Keep Pulling Them Away And He Starts

James’ day had been a miserable ordeal. After dragging himself from classroom to classroom, barely summoning the energy to keep his head up he had landed in the place that had always provided him the most solace. That being of course the soft cushions of your tits.

The minute you’d entered your boyfriends’ dormitory you’d found it empty aside from James who was sitting on the edge of Sirius’ bed. It being closest to the door must’ve meant that he was simply too tired to drag himself the extra ten feet to his own bed, the thought made your chest tighten. Poor baby.

Worry furrowed your brow as you drank in his appearance, usually broad shoulders pulled straight seemed to curl in on themselves leaving him looking half the size he usually did. His eyelids were drooping under the weight of long, dark lashes, hiding pretty hazel eyes that usually lit up the minute you entered the room.

Today however, it seemed as though he didn’t even register your presence. That had been your first clue as to something was off with your boy.

“Jamie?” You murmured, it was then that he finally turned to see you, the smallest of smiles tugging upwards at his lips.

The sleepy look on his face was nothing absent of absolutely adorable, he’d already shed himself of his shoes, bag and school robes, each scattered about the relatively clean room. Looking at him you resisted the urge to launch yourself into his lap and curl up with your head resting against his chest.

A warmth swelled in your chest as you made your way towards James and the sleepy smile adorning his lips grew until it broke out into a full fledged smile and he was parting his legs so that you could slip between them. Your arms automatically slinging themselves across his shoulders, crossing one over the other behind his neck.

“Are you feeling okay, pretty boy?” Came your hushed voice as you ran your fingers raked through the mess or tangled curls atop his head, scratching against his scalp lightly as you watched him lean into your touch.

“M a little sleepy Mommy.”

At the use of the pet name your hand slid down from James’ scalp to his cheek where you cradled the side of his face, tipping his visage upwards. Your thumb rubbed lazy circles along his bottom lip before slipping it just past the seal of his red, plump lips.

With as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his fatigued state James accepted your digit into his mouth, suckling the finger as his hands ventured upwards to find yours, using both to anchor your palm ensuring you couldn’t pull away.

You knew James like the back of your hand and when he was like this there was but one thing that would provide him the comfort he so desired. You were more than ready to give it to him, the only issue being that that would require removing your finger from his mouth.

Slowly but surely you managed to slip your finger from his pretty pink lips, drawing a perturbed whine from the boy.

“Mommy,” He whimpered, pushing his bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his front, “Why’d you pull away your finger?”

“Thought I would give you something better to suck on,” You offered with a playful tilt of your head.

You simpered as he visibly perked up, hoping so desperately that you were talking about what he thought you were.

“Y’tits Mommy?” He asked tentatively, almost as if the words themselves would make you change your mind.

You hummed your assent as you ran a palm down the smooth, hard planes of his back, savoring the solid feeling of him below beneath your touch, “You gonna take my top off baby or do you not want my titties?”

Frantic shakes of his head quickly followed your words and solid fingers flew to the hem of your shirt where the bottom most button resided. His hands stalled as big hazel eyes cast themselves upwards to meet your gaze, silently asking for permission before removing your top which you quickly granted, leaning down to press the most delicate kiss against the tip of his nose.

In a matter of seconds James had revealed the soft sloping planes of your stomach and began smearing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against the delicate skin there, trails of saliva gleaming in the light as goosebumps arose on your skin. His lips on you were like magic and you couldn’t help but arch your back, needing his touch.

As his fingers slipped the final button through its hole you eagerly shrugged the garment off your shoulders, paying it no mind as your hands flew behind you, finding the clasp of your bra and making quick work of it to present your bare tits to the slobbering boy in front of you.

His jaw dropped seemingly to the floor like he hadn’t seen your tits dozens, Merlin, hundreds of times and you watched his fingers itch at his sides.

“They’re all yours, darling.”

“Mine?”

“Yours,” You agreed, smiling as his large hands grasped your waist, encircling it as he pulled you over his lap and laid you down, flat on your back.

You let out a giddy giggle at the abrupt movement. This was one of the things you so loved about James, it was these displays of his insurmountable strength that excited you. Despite said strength, despite the fact he could throw you around like he just had he only did when you permitted him to, only when you willed it.

Big, strong boy on his knees for you, awaiting your instruction. Godric, he made for a pretty sight.

“Y’so strong Jamie,” You praised as a delicate hand gripped his bicep, loving the pretty pink blush that dusted across the apples of his cheeks.

“Thank you Mommy,” He said bashfully, “Can I suck on your titties now? Please?”

With just a single nod of your head he was ducking his, finding himself in what had always been his most favorite place.

Cradled between the soft mounds of your tits he felt the stress and exhaustion from the day radiate him, wave after wave emanating from his wilted form.

Slotting your pert nipple between the pillowy cushions of his lips his eyes fluttered closed as he began suckling lazily, whimpering as he wiggled his body so that almost every inch of him had some sort of contact with you. The feeling of his skin against yours was addictive and as much as it was for him, hoping to do anything that would work to soothe the poor boy, the feeling of his body against yours sent warmth shooting to every nook and cranny of your body, warming you from the inside out.

“You like sucking on my nipple don’t you pretty baby?”

Instead of pulling off your nipple to answer your question properly James hummed his assent around it, causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through you at the sensation.

“Ah ah ah Jamie, come on, you know how to properly answer me when I ask you a question,” You chaisted, gently easing his mouth off your tit so that he could answer you verbally. Despite his vehement resistance at being separated from your tit he reluctantly let go, not wanting to hurt you by insisting on latching on.

“Now come on, answer me like the good boy I know you are,” You encouraged with a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Mommy, want your titty please, love it so much, please,” He helplessly opened and closed his mouth, like a helpless little guppy, desperate to latch back onto the comfort of your breast.

“Please,” He pleaded, displaying his best puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you.

As always they did the trick and you gently guided his awaiting mouth back to your tit, closing your eyes as he began suckling once more.

The two of you laid there in peace and calm, James feeling himself uncoiling after his tiring day and you simply melting under his touch, always so gentle. The way he touched you you’d think he was handling fine china, gentle caresses up and down your arms, a palm resting against your hip, having slipped under the hem of your skirt, all done with the utmost care.

You weren’t quite sure how long you’d laid there with him, the picture of peace and serenity, but you were almost certain he’d drifted off into a light sleep. Even in his sleep he registered the din coming from the staircase that would eventually lead to the dorm.

Letting out an annoyed whine he sucked harder at your tit, one hand moving to cup the swell of your breast.

“Sounds like we’re getting company Jamie.”

Just seconds after you spoke the solid oak door to the dorm swung open, revealing the smiling mischievous faces of Sirius and Remus, flushed from running.

Running from what?

Now, that was the question.

“Shhh,” You tried to quiet the boys as they sauntered into the room, hoping that they would take pity on the clearly tired boy hanging off your side and keep their voices down for the sake of their boyfriend.

Wishful thinking.

“Aww look Moons, the baby’s nursing,” Sirius taunted, eyes immediately locking on his form, shedding the leather jacket he favored to his school robes as he made his way to the side of the bed closest to James’ curled up figure.

“Don’t be mean Siri, you know it helps him relax,” You glared at him warningly as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, hand immediately going to card through James’ curls.

“Is that right?” Remus inquired, slipping in behind Sirius, lifting the thick curtain of raven hair off his neck to gently kiss the skin that resided there, “Does it relax our little Jamesie?”

James let out yet another disgruntled whine as he opened his eyes up to small slits, just enough to glare at his boyfriends, never relenting on his sucking.

There was nothing the two dogs enjoyed more than teasing James deeper into subspace, always remaining conscious of boundaries.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you Jamesie,” Rem apologized, leaning in so that his face was hovering mere inches over Jamesie’s, “Could I have a kissie please?”

After contemplating it James eased himself off your nipple, not without a small whimper of course, and stretched his neck, lips puckering to meet Remus’.

Remus’ hand slipped under James’ mandible, supporting his drooping head as his lips interlocked with his. Even from your position sitting back you could see as the werewolf’s tongue effortlessly broke the seal of the slightly smaller boy’s lips, delving into the warm enclave of his mouth.

The other boy’s lips seemed to provide James almost as much comfort as your tit but that didn’t mean that as they each pulled away breathlessly that James wasn’t settling his head right back down on your breast.

“Not so fast, I want a kissie too Jamesie, s’only fair.” Sirius insisted, hand finding James’ jaw and using his grip to pull his face back up, giving him no choice but to release your nipple.

James’ whines were quickly swallowed by Sirius as he embraced his boyfriend in a deep, passionate kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as he pulled their two bodies closer to each other. You’d always find it endearing that despite Sirius being significantly smaller than Jamie he was like putty in his hands and never failed to become malleable under his touch.

Once Sirius finally relinquished his grasp on James his head was once again falling to your tit, mouth already open before he even neared your boob.

“Not so quick there baby,” Sirius caught James’ face before it could drop once more, “Remmy got a kiss, I got a kiss, it’s (Y/N/N)’s turn is it not? It sounds only fair to me.”

“I think you’re right, Pads,” Remus chimed in, “Go on Jamie, give your Mommy a kiss.”

“But want her titties,” He whined, speaking for the first time since you were joined by the boys you affectionately referred to as your “dogs”.

“You wouldn’t want her to feel left out would you?” Sirius asked with mock worry as he tipped his head to the side, by now he’d perfected his fake pouting.

You were all too happy to accept James’ lips as they grazed yours, keeping the kiss gentle compared to the ones you witnessed between him and the other boys. Regardless it was still as though that kiss fed your soul with the feeling of James’ lips against your own.

You allowed his lips to glide down the side of your face, trailing down the soft skin of your neck, then your collar bone before finding your tit again and right as he moved to make it back into his mouth Remus’ low baritone cut through the room.

“I don’t remember you asking if you could suck (Y/N)’s tit James,” You watched with a smirk as James responded to Remus’ authoritative tone.

“But Mommy said-”

“I’m sorry I should rephrase,” Remus amended, “I don’t remember you asking me if you could suck on (Y/N)’s tit.”

James’ hazel optics flickered up to your face, looking at you to tell Remus that you’d granted him permission to your tit but you were both aware that Remus pulled rank over you. Remus pulled rank above everyone and if he said you needed permission you needed permission.

“If Remmy said you gotta ask bubba,” You pressed a kiss against his hairline, “Then you gotta ask.”

“But....”

When you all stayed silent, awaiting smirks atop each of your lips as you all watched James, waiting for him to fulfill Remus’ request.

Finally he relented, “Please, can I suck Mommy’s titty?” Though his words were obedient his tone was that of a temperamental toddler but regardless Remus granted him his request and it was only seconds before you felt the warm wetness of his mouth wrap around your nipple, saliva smearing across the rest of your tit as he struggled to find a good hold.

“Sounds like our pretty boy had a long day and could use some time to rest,” Your eyes fluttered from the dark curls atop James’ head to where Remus and Sirius sat with the latter practically in the bigger boy’s lap.

“As much as he might need it we’ve got Quidditch practice doll and it's time to get ready,” Sirius pushed himself up off the bed, starting to ease James away from you but the minute your nipple slipped from the confines of James’ mouth he was sniffling, sobs instead of whines falling from his lips as salty tears weighed down on his lower lashes.

“Don’t wanna go,” James cried, curling up closer into your side as he refused to move, “Want your titty Mommy please, s too much.”

“Shhh s’okay pretty baby,” You soothed as combed his hair out of his face, throwing a glare at Sirius to which he raised his hands in the air.

“Siri’s sorry, he didn’t mean to upset you. Yeah there we go,” You urged, helping him ease back onto your tit, “Stay right here baby. Si, maybe you can lead practice today?” You asked, raising an expectant brow.

After a gentle kick at his calf from Remus, Sirius relented, moping about as he got ready for practice, mumbling something about “promotion” and “assistant captain”.

It wasn’t until Sirius left the room, and Remus, sensing James needed time alone with you, drifted off down the staircase, most likely to the library to work on his studies, that James melted back into you like he had before you’d been interrupted.

In the quiet of the room you realized that you could still hear the faint sniffles coming from the boy on top of you, craning your head you saw that salty tears had pooled on the apples of his cheeks, nose red from crying.

“Are you okay pretty boy? You get overwhelmed?”

James nodded his head, adjusting his hold on your tit.

Your heart broke at the pathetic little noises that escaped from James’ mouth, wanting nothing more than to kiss his tears away and make him feel safe. Though you and your other boys had fun teasing James when it came to his infatuation with you, as though Sirius and Remus didn’t share in said infatuation, it wasn’t the verbal teasing that had tipped James over the edge, it was the being separated from the one thing he’d looked forward to all day.

“I’m sorry Jamesie, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you, thought we were having fun,” You frowned as you observed his face, “Wasn’t too much fun though was it?”

“Just want your titties Mommy,” He explained, voice muffled around the soft tissue of your boob, “That’s all.”

“Alright then Jamie,” You granted, running your fingers through his dark waves as you closed your eyes and let your head tilt back, hoping sleep would take the invitation and wash over you sooner rather than later, “Just go ahead and suck.”

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