Why is there like no Yuri? And I hate when people FUCKING ACT like “oh there is yuri there is yuri” YES I KNOW THERE IS YURI, YES I’VE SEEN IT. I KNOW THERE IS. But there is a MINISCULE AMMOUNT of yuri compared to the ammount of straight obviously, and also bl, there is SOOOOO much bl, and it’s like, I love bl, I love to watch bl, but OH MY GOSH. Can we get a LITTLE bit of yuri up in here?
I hate when people try to gaslight us into beliving “oh yeah, actually you guys DO have representation” NO WE FUCKING DO NOT. “Oh look theres this lesbian couple in this one TV show” and its like YEAH. Well that isn’t the FUCKING main focus of the show! I want a fucking ROMCOM that is YURI. I just want that. I want to be able to see it on THE AVERAGE STREAMING SERVICE, and go “oh look, its a romcom yuri. I would love to see that.”
But that doesn’t happen for us. Because we’re the wlw community. We get crumbs. And its like “oh, yeah lets give gay men all the queer representation ” and like ITS FINE IM HAPPY FOR THEM, IM HAPPY FOR THEM, ONCE AGAIN I LOVE BL, but its like, when it comes to wlw rep its like “go girl give us nothing”!! Seriously! And if you EVER want to watch ANY hard yuri its like “oh you have to pirate it. You have to pirate it if you want to watch girls actually kissing.”!
And dont you dare mention a show where girls kiss for attention from boys.
I don’t want solutions that involve me watching something I don’t wanna even watch just because it has yuri in it. I wanna watch things I actually enjoy. The solution I want is for there to be MORE YURI. So glad Girls Like Girls is coming out soon.
CONTENT ➤ power imbalance, slight degradation + praise, “good boy”, public sex, court room sex, angry sex (?), clothed, fingers in mouth, p in v, unprotected, attitude fixing, mouth covering, orgásm control, biting (like once), cussing, teasing, suggestive comments about noses (duh), not proofread
synopsis ➤ Judge!Reader is mean to Attorney Higuruma and won’t let him win. He gets an attitude and needs it fucked out of him.
PAIRING ➤ sub!Higuruma x f!judge reader
I’m so happy my sexy man is getting animated.
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Higuruma sits in his chair in the court room, fuming as he has just lost a case. It was merely a minor case, nothing serious like murder, but he took everything very seriously anyway. The judge seemed like she was purposefully overruling everything coming from him.
Everyone was clearing out, the defendant just took the community service with a major attitude.
“You know I was right.” Higuruma grits his teeth, staring up through his brow at you on the bench, gavel in your fist smirking down on him.
“This isn’t about you, though, is it?” Your tone is condescending, making his ears red in frustration.
“I thought you were supposed all about justice! You were wrong!”
“WATCH YOUR TONE WHEN SPEAKING TO ME! A little community service never hurt anyone. Maybe it serves you right to lose once in a while.”
Higuruma flinches at your raised voice, his knuckles turning bright white as they hold the arms of his chair so tight, they might break. His lip quivers with how angry he is.
“Maybe you need to stop being stuck up…” He mumbles just loud enough for you to hear as you stand from the bench.
“Wanna say that again, Attorney, I don’t think I heard you correctly because it almost sounded like disrespect?”
He keeps his seat, anger twisting his expression. His head jerks back by the sudden yank on his tie from you, wrapping it around your knuckles and tugging sharply.
Higuruma let out a strangled hum-like grunt.
“You’re gonna show me some damn respect, Attorney, you know better. Right?” Your grip tightens on the tie.
“Yes, Your Honor.” His breath hitches and his exhale is extremely shaky.
“Now, Mr. Higuruma, I need you to be sure you never cross me like this ever again. Say it.”
“No, ma’am, never again.” His jaw is clenched right as he speaks through his teeth.
“Never what?” Tug.
He yelps at being pulled again and is resigned to keep talking. “I-I’ll never speak to you like that again.” He tries to embarrassingly hard to hide how he’s pathetically chubbing up in his pants.
Your scoff hits him like a smack in the face, already telling him you see it without him having to look you in the eyes.
“Is this how you feel about reprimanding, Attorney? This is pitiful.” Your eyes show disgust but you pull him closer by the tie.
“No. Ma’am.” His voice is choppy and heavy. “There are people still outside.” He mumbles like he already knows what you’re thinking.
“And this is my court.”
His ass hits the edge of the wood desk when you drag him up.
“And you’re going to listen to me in my court, aren’t you, Hiromi?” The use of his first name makes him shudder. He nods vigorously and anticipatory.
“Yes, Your Honor.” His eyebrows still knitted but his tone eager.
Your judicial gown was the first to go, slipping over your head and revealing your professional attire underneath. Higuruma groans feeling his poor cock straining against the rough zipper of his dress pants. You want to let him free but seeing him uncomfortably squirm is a little more entertaining and still makes you wet.
Your palm presses roughly against his bulge, making him choke and hiss.
“Please… don’t do that.”
“Stop whining.”
“I still have my dignity, by the way. I could get up and that means you would stop demeaning me.”
“Be my guest, Attorney.” You let go of him, stepping back to give him room to move—which he does not. “That’s what I thought.”
Higuruma throws his head back when you undo his belt buckle. He grips the edges of the desk in restraint.
“What?”
“I—am a gentleman. I swear. I do not want to be a pervert and cause a different view upon me from you.”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Yes Your Honor.”
His slightly oversized blazer is pushed off his shoulders, the bottom buttons on his shirt are undone showing his happy trail, and his zipper ends up all the way down.
“Would you look at that.” Your fingers dance across the front seam of his boxers, watching the small wet spot grow. “I was expecting little rocket ships on them.”
“Don’t patronize me, I’m humiliated enough.”
“Good.” His cock springs up as you pull the plaid boxers down, standing tall and flushed, tip blushing an angry red, leaking pre down his twitching shaft. “I’d be humiliated if I were you too.”
Hiromi keeps looking back at the doors anxiously but his hips jerk and stutter when your finger slides over the slit of his tip, a small cry escaping him, precum flowing over.
“Look how pretty.”
Hiromi moans almost comically loud for the small praise, making you snicker sinisterly, making his face red.
You bunch up the pencil skirt around your hips, hooking your fingers underneath to remove your panties. Hiro’s droopy eyes widen, his breath quickens, and drool starts to pool at the corner of his lips. Your pussy was hypnotizing, just the sight of it made him jolt and light headed.
“Oh, fuck oh—mmugh!” Hiromi tenses when you lay him back on the long desk, climbing over him and above his poor cock.
“Just…go slow-? MMPH!” Your thumb pushes past his lips, pressing down on his tongue to put a halt in his speech; he chokes slightly, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Overruled.” You push your hips low, sliding his cock through your soft walls and engulfing him in heat. He knows it’s wrong, the setting, the manner, even the person but he just can’t seem to stop himself from bucking into you too.
The desk makes faint scratching noises against the floor as you find your pace in riding the tired lawyer.
His eyes glaze over, lids lying low while he stares up at you like you’re one of the Great Wonders of The World. Gosh, he feels so pathetic it makes his stomach turn—or maybe it’s the gorgeous Judge on his dick right now.
“There ya go, just like that. You handle it well, Hiromi.”
He wishes so badly he could say something back but all he can do is nod and drool around your thumb like a rabid animal. His hands can only ghost over your moving hips.
“Have—have you thought about your choice of words? About talking to me l-like that, Attorney?” You push his chin, bearing down on him roughly, his tip reaching the sweetest spot inside of you just right.
His frantic nods prove as a yes.
“Atta boy. You learn q-quick.”
Hiromi needed to get closer, needed to feel you, to have you look in his (very dilated) eyes. So he weakly sits up on his palms, his short nails, scrape at the wood of the desk every time you bully down on his leaking and throbbing cock.
Hiromi’s large, hooked nose, presses against yours at the proximity now of you both. His breathing is ragged and he whimpers loudly under you, feeling his stomach tighten.
“What a—beautiful thing…” your other hand comes up to trace the ridge of his sharp nose. The contact there has him nearly shattering beneath you, chest heaving in rhythm with your relentless pounding. He becomes louder, clearly forgetting where he is. And that just won’t do.
His loosened tie finds itself shoved into Hiromi’s drooling mouth, successfully muffling his noises. He’s reduced to nearly inaudible moans and small whimpers.
He decides to rest his shaking hands against the plush of your hips. One snakes down to feel your puffy and neglected clit, thumb flicking over it precisely in attempted sync with you.
His panting turns into stifled whines, the dirty pleasure makes his whole body flex and tense. It’s wrong, so damn wrong but he can’t say he’d never thought about it, twisting his wrists over his length when he’s alone back at home, thinking of how mean you were and the way you talked to him some days.
“Mmm—m’gonna cum… pl—ease.” Hiromi’s pleads are strangled against the matte, black tie but nevertheless heard.
“You’ll cum when I say you can. Yes?” Your strokes are merciless, giving him a difficult time on purpose. He nods desperately again, this time trying to convince himself too.
“Wonderful.”
His grunts become guttural with restraint, teeth digging into the fabric of the tie. The feeling of your perfect gummy walls squeezing around him just the right way made him damn near incapable of not cumming then and there. All he could do was continue playing with your clit like his life depends on it.
“I go first.” Your breathy whisper in his ear causes him to nod again and shudder violently, almost falling back on his elbows. He watches your every move through teary eyes.
Hiromi’s thumb is calloused from long hours of gripping a pen daily. That very thumb is rapidly bringing you to a hard orgasm. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The combination of Hiro’s swollen tip against your sensitive cervix and his rough thumb on your pretty clit does a number on you, having you clenching and cumming on his patient cock. A ring of your cum coats his base. Keeping quiet is the last thing you want to do but biting Hiromi’s shoulder eased the echo.
Higuruma was close. So, so damn close; his thighs were stiff, ready to cum so hard he felt he might pass out. But you stopped.
“No! Ugh—no, no, no please!” The tie drops from his mouth, tears threatening to spill when you lift off of him. Damn it.
“And you’ll cum how I want you to as well.”
“Okay, yes, Your Honor.” Hiromi feels like he’s delirious, intoxicated by you.
Your slick drips down your thigh lightly, glistening in the florescent lighting overhead.
“Ma’am, your—uhm…”
“Would you like some?”
“Fuck, yes. Please.”
Your middle and ring fingers gather the sweet wetness beading on your skin.
“Open.” Higuruma obediently invites your digits past his lips. He breathes out sharply from his nostrils, feeling his cock pulse just at the taste of you; as if he’s been deprived of it his whole life.
Your other hand finally wraps holds his cock again, it burns against your skin. His whimpers seep past your fingers, looking you in the eyes as best as he can.
“Almost there, huh?” The sloppy sounds of his precum assisting your hand’s strokes fills the court room.
His left hand grasps hopelessly at your wrinkled sleeve, his sweaty forehead pressing heavy against your shoulder.
“Will you let me… uh—kiss you? Ma’am?” His low set eyes gaze up at you through his pretty eyelashes. His blown pupils communicating a begging message of “please, please show me some real affection while fucking me, I need it.”
You lean in and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. The lightest kiss is pressed to his lips before you pull back. He chases your lips pitifully, realizing that you’re messing with him again.
“C’mon, please! I need it, I’m gonna cum… help me out here…”
“Alright, Hiromi. You’ve earned it. Good boy.” He grips onto your sleeve tighter, kissing you as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
The feel of your tongue on his lower tip, the way you spoke to him, and the quick, constricting tugs on his cock send him over the top, the cry that escapes his lips is swallowed by yours. His cum spilling over and down your hand, the squelching noise becomes more prominent with the added slick.
You let him catch his breath, he cautiously puts his head on your shoulder in exhaustion.
“Thank you…” His breath batted.
“Clean this up, we have work to do, don’t we?” You love-tap his face lightly.
He nods, groaning when he has to pull his boxers and pants back up, buttoning the last couple buttons on his shirt again.
Hiromi stares in awe watching you fix your skirt, tucking your dress shirt back into it.
“You’ve got…” You wipe his lips with your thumb, small bits of your lipstick that smudged on his face. “Guess I should mark you more permanently next time.”
“N-next time?” Hiro tries playing it cool, he turns his head with poorly covered interest.
“Mhm. Next time it’ll be your nose getting the same treatment.” Your index finger slides from the bridge to the tip of his big nose and poking the end. “How ‘bout it?”
“I’m free this Saturday.” He finishes buckling his belt and folding his blazer over his arm hopefully.
“Saturday.” You fix his tie and pat his chest, nodding back in agreement and leave after adjusting yourself.
“I must be divinely favored...” Hiromi smiles to himself, looking around one last time just to be safe. His lips tingle with the phantom feel of yours all over again, his fingers trail down his nose the same way yours did.
synopsis ➤ The pack is very touch starved and show their need for affection in different ways. (You can choose if you see it as romantic or platonic)
characters ➤ Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara
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Jacob Black >
Jacob had been glancing at you while around the fire. His glances didn’t go unnoticed, just unacknowledged.
“Uh… hey.” He got your attention awkwardly.
“What’s up?” You actually look to him.
“You, uh, look pretty cold.”
“Do I? I actually feel like the fire is warm enough.” You knew good and well what he was getting at but seeing him discouraged is a bit funny.
“Oh… well I just mean if you get too cold… y’know I run hot so… I could just—”
“Sit, Jacob.”
“Thank you.” He drops beside you, shoulders deliberate touching. His ears are red with embarrassment but also fluster.
“Don’t be shy now, you were just staring me down.”
He sighs and scoots impossibly closer, wrapping his arm around you, leaning his head down in hopes of a small kiss, his confidence now coming back. You oblige, kissing his warm skin which he heavily leans into and you lean on him likewise.
“Finally.” He hums.
Paul Lahote >
Paul has a hard time expressing anything but anger so when he really wanted your affection and attention… it wasn’t working too well in his favor.
“Those shoes suck, you’ll slip and crack your skull around here, congratulations, then you’re dead.” He thinks saying stuff like that will make you swoon but he gets pissed at himself when you call him rude.
So he tries and tries again and again.
What he sees as the best resort? Just touching you anyway. It’s not like he’s not already a physical person but it’s a bit harder to express when he cares about you so much.
He sees you doing your own thing, back towards him and he eagerly takes that as his opportunity. His large hands hovering for a moment but then resting and gliding up and your sides, making you flinch at the unexpected contact.
“Yes, Paul?” You huff and don’t even have to turn to see that it’s him, the warmth of his hands sells him out.
“Whatcha doin’?” He pretends to be trying to get a glimpse at your task but he really just puts his head on your shoulder.
“Paul.”
“Mhm?” One of his hands push forward, resting on your stomach.
“What’s going on with you?” Your hand pats his.
“This. This is all I really need, thanks.” He nearly falls asleep standing up, finding his safe, calm place with you.
Sam Uley >
Sam isn’t one to have his wants be unknown, his face says it all. It’s so obvious when he’s angry, tired, calm, or… needs a hug or something.
Today was definitely one of those days.
He came up into the house, a certain expression on his face that was unmistakable.
“Sam…?” You say his name softly.
“‘Afternoon.” He nods
“What’s goin’ on?” Your hand finds his arm, running your thumb over it slowly.
Sam shrugs. “Y’know, just the usual.”
“Sam.”
“Yes?”
You open your arms invitingly. “C’mere.” He gratefully steps into your embrace, arms wrapping your neck and pulling you close on his chest.
“This is nice.” He nods again, resting his chin on your head. “Thanks.”
Embry Call >
Embry can’t help but want to be around you, you’re the person he spends all his time with whenever he has it. But sometimes he feels a bit too clingy and gets nervous that maybe you’ll get ticked off about it. So he tries to dial it down.
Now, he’s just awkwardly standing in the corner of the room, looking around like he’s never been to your house before.
“Uh, you gonna sit, Em?” You look at him like he’s crazy.
“Sit? Sure… cool, cool, cool, no doubt, no doubt.” He plays it nonchalant, slowly sitting on the very edge of the bed, shrugging like he doesn’t care.
“What the hell? What is wrong with you, are you having an aneurism?”
“No! — I mean obviously not. I’m chill.” He’s really trying his best not to wrap his arms around you and stay that way for the rest of the day. But he resists.
“You’re being so weird, I’m about to call the medicine man.”
“No, dude, I’m just… hangin’ out.”
“Yeah? Well you’re about to be kicked out if you don’t stop whatever this is. Where’s the affectionate Embry?”
“You want me to do that?”
“Well it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t—”
“YES! THANK GOD, I LOVE YOU!” His arms wrap around your torso holding you so close it almost hurts to breathe.
He needed that.
Leah Clearwater >
Leah definitely had issues expressing herself. She cares so deeply about you but that only ever showed through her being protective and never physically affectionate.
She kind of just hovers around you to convey the message that she’d like you to make the first move of affection.
She stands around you cautiously, waiting for you to notice her rocking back and forth in her heels.
“Everything alright?” You ask her concerned.
“Yup.” She lies.
“Don’t lie to me, Leah. I’m here, talk to me.”
“Just being around you, right?”
“Okay, okay.” You go back to doing whatever you were doing, sighing at her inability to communicate her feelings. Upon glancing back at her though, you can see the need for contact in her expression.
“Awh, Leah…”
“What? Don’t start that.”
You hold her close, kissing her head.
“S’this what you wanted?” You hum against her shoulder.
“Guess so.” Her hands clasp behind your back, her fingers intertwining with each other to keep you locked against her. Just like she wanted deep down.
Seth Clearwater >
Seth absolutely adores you and being in your presence. He joyfully accepts and welcomes your embraces and touches when you give them, but when it comes to initiating them himself… it’s a bit of a different story.
“Hi, Seth!” You wave at your sunshine boy, walking up to him and his bright smile.
“Hey!” Seth contains himself from grabbing you up and hugging you, not wanting to give you whiplash or something.
“What’s with the look?” You question, noting his hands clenching at his sides, obviously excited to see you but not wanting to overstep.
“Uh… hah, just don’t wanna shake you up, I guess, y’know?” He scratches the back of his neck and laughs softly but the laugh is nervous.
“Oh, Seth, I’m fine, I’m not made or porcelain. C’mere sweetie, don’t be silly.” Your extended arms look like the pearly gates to him and his eyes light up,
“Oh thank goodness.” He steps into your arms and holds you in a warm embrace, his chest feeling lighter and a beaming smile stays on his face.
Jared Cameron >
Jared almost barely has restraint when wanting to just launch himself at you at any desired moment. Sometimes, though, when you’re a bit annoyed with him, he remains conscious. He kinda pissed you off so he’s tiptoeing his way back into your tenderness.
He finally catches you lounging around, just sitting on the couch, watching TV. He secretly celebrates to himself, taking this as another opportunity, though it might fail.
“‘Sup.” He nods at you.
“Jared.” You nod and turn your attention back to the screen. He sighs quietly, trying to figure out how he’s gonna attempt to weasel into your arms.
“Anything interesting on?” He stuffs his hands into his pockets. Maybe they won’t notice if I just… lay on top of them? He thought to himself, as if his burning-warm, brick-built heavy body would go unnoticed. He thinks to himself that maybe he shouldn’t and he’s too shy around you for that. But… of course he’ll try anyway.
“Not really but—UMGH!” He damn near Magic Mike-d your ass. His face deep on your chest, legs dangling over the armrest on the other side of the couch. “May I help you???” You pat his back.
“No, this is good, thanks.” Contentment covers his expression and you’d feel bad for pushing him off now.
“Okay, Jay.” You rub his back lightly. And that’s really all he truly ever wanted. He falls asleep like that. Feeling secure.
Quil Ateara >
Quil is a bit of a dorky drama queen about his physical affection. He announces his wants by—well actually announcing them.
He gets tired pretty easily and just wants to relax with you after a long day.
His entrance into your room is anything but ignorable. His figure appears in the doorway like a scene from a movie, making himself very much known.
“The noble knight is back from his heroing journey!” His hands are dramatically raised but his eyes are low and exhausted.
“Well, welcome back, good sir.” You glance at him with amusement.
“The knight requests to be coddled by your majesty, his royal highness.” His arms are open like Rose from Titanic.
“Get over here, geek.” You shake your head. A smile spreads across his face immediately, rocketing himself onto the bed.
He flops next to you, resting on your arm and huffing contently, pressing his head into your palm—like a noble knight coming back from a tiring battle.
“i like men with big noses. because you can sit on them”
that was the reprehensible phrase that had contaminated the conversation. a sweet laugh of yours dressed the statement, a fact, the truth. your friends thought it was a silly attempt at humor— a satirical way to present your taste in men. but to you, it was a conviction, like a saint’s certitude of a god’s presence.
it was a corrupted preference.
fetishizing someone’s body feature. a feature that was not standard on faces. not the type you see plastered on magazines, on billboards. but to you— the arc of the bridge, the broadness of it, the ‘unappealing’ making someone so appealing dampened your panties.
no one really understood you, but, there was someone else who did.
a torrent of pleasure impaled you again as his tongue thrusted in to your raw pussy. his hands moved with slumber, carelessly rubbing his thick cock as if it could wait because your cunt was his utmost priority.
your mushy whimpers of his name went to deaf ears as you faltered forward, gripping the headboard.
he deliberately flattened his tongue, increasing the surface area, deliriously rubbing it against your weary clit making you squirm out a moan. his greed was insatiable. the tip of his thirsty tongue traced your wet folds, memorizing the outline of the puff, edacious tasting of your squirts.
his large hands draped over your thighs, shifting you further. above his face, exactly on to his nose.
he suffocated with your sweetness, you were spilling your juice everywhere on to his face but you couldn’t care much about it— not while grinding on his nose.
the crooked slope of his bridge added great friction against your sensitive little clit, your hips fastened as one hand of yours still held on to headboard for support while other pulled on to his hair in sheer pleasure.
it didn’t take long for you to spurt out your water on to his face. the entirety of his face.
you moved back, slightly hovering with concern hoping you hadn’t been too rough, too selfish by thinking of your own’s enjoyment.
no, you weren’t.
you were far from it. because your man brought his finger on to his face, smearing your cum on to it and putting it in to his mouth— sucking it with an audacious groan.
You groan when another shooting pain is sent through your abdomen. The second day of being practically bedridden due to what feels like the worst period pain of your life is torture. To make it worse, there’s not a heating pad in sight since yours broke. On the bright side, no one was bothering you to do a whole bunch of things… except Paul. He kept checking on you to see if you were alright, bringing you up food and whatnot. But there would always be a bite taken out of it already anyway.
“Party’s here.” Paul flops next to you on the bed, kissing your shoulder and taking a pillow. “How’s my pretty girl?”
You grunt in response.
“Okay then.” His arm slinks under your chest and holds you securely.
“You just come here to sleep?” You raise an eyebrow at him.
“Next to you, yeah.”
You lay there for a moment, feeling an engulfing warmth from his body. It feels amazing on your aching body.
“Paul?”
“Mmm?”
“Lay on me.”
He rolls over without a word, his hot muscles already doing the job to ease your cramps.
Kissing Daryl Dixon until he got used to it was kinda your thing.
The first time was a kiss on his temple. He had just finished a long run and came back in one piece. He got you a snack that you had been mentioning you missed. Hugging and kissing him only seemed like the appropriate thing to do, right?
“Ya ain’ have ta do that.” He gives that signature confused and shy look that he tries to make look like stoicism.
The next few come about by short passings of one another. You cross paths on your way to swap shifts? A little kiss on his cheek doesn’t hurt anyone.
“Wha’s yer game?” He lets you connect your lips to his face before pulling away.
“No game.” You shrug and go on your merry way.
Every time you pass, he unconsciously slows down and gets a bit closer, waiting for the tender feel of your kisses on him.
Upon visiting him while he was working on his bike, you planted small kisses around his face which he never once pulled away from.
“Ain’ ya got better things ta do? Quit buggin’ me.” He ate his words when he turned his head in the direction you placed little kisses.
He makes a sour face and like you’ve offended him when you actually do stop.
“No body told ya ta do that.” He looks away.
As you sit he looks at you expectantly.
“What?”
“Y’ain’ gonna… do yer dumb lil’ thing?”
“Do ya want me to?”
“Ain’ say all ‘at.” Daryl knows deep down he really wants that, but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud.
“You’re a confusing man, Daryl Dixon.” You move to kiss his cheek but he goes to look at you, accidentally connecting in a kiss.
“…”
“…I-”
“Don’t.”
Daryl wouldn’t let you bring it up since then. However… he did let it happen again. Now every time you visited him in his little area, he turned his face toward you in silent hoping you’ll give him another kiss.
His fist grasps your shirt each time, maybe hoping for a bit longer or just one more.
Eventually it turns into a daily little make out routine.
“Daryl.” You giggle against his lips.
“Mm?”
“What’s this little thing we’ve got going?” You ask, your hand pausing in his hair.
“Ain’ got no lil’ thing.”
“Oh… we don’t?” You feel your heart drop.
He scratches his neck. “Nothin’ lil’ ‘bout it.”
Your eyes light up, delighted by the answer that’s as good as you’ll ever get from Daryl friggin’ Dixon. “Really???”
“Don’ go causin’ a scene now.”
Daryl tries keeping a composed facade while you frantically kiss his cheek but he can’t.
Summary: getting in a dumb argument and retaliating at them with, “and you can’t eat pussy!”
Characters: Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara.
¡Suggestive!
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Jacob Black :
You and Jacob had gotten into a dumb fight over him working on his bike too much lately. It was dumb really, nothing serious, you just get on him because you’re concerned.
“I just get in the zone!” He shrugs.
“Zone, my behind!”
Jacob sighs.
“You work on this so much, you’re wasting money on parts! Now what?”
“No I’m not!”
“Okay so now you’re depressed, broke, AND you can’t eat pussy, pick a struggle!”
“WOAHHHHH, HOLD ON. Who d’you think can’t eat it because I most definitely can. Don’t speak lies about me ever again.”
You laugh in his face, but he’s not laughing.
Paul Lahote :
Paul had yet again eaten all your leftover food that you were waiting to eat. When you got home, he was hunched over the plate and finishing it off like a man starved.
So now you’re scolding him while he’s basically licking off the plate.
“And you knew I wanted that, didn’t you!” You accuse him.
He pouts but can’t help but keep cleaning off his fingers.
“Yeah, bet it’s good, huh?!” You throw your hands up.
“Yes it is.” He smugly smiles at you.
“Oh, so you can eat all my food, plate dry but you can’t eat pussy like that.”
“WHOOO CAN’T EAT PUSSY?! WHO?! BECAUSE I DO!” He wastes not a second of time to shoot back an appalled response.
A snort escapes you following his defensiveness.
“Nah, nah, nah, I’ll show you who can eat pussy. Let me wash my damn hands.”
Oh, he was serious and boy did he show you.
Sam Uley :
“You take things too damn seriously. No vampire is about to come in and show you up, Sam, you act like they’re gonna cross the river and tear us up.”
“You don’t know that.” Sam grumbles, drinking his coffee.
“I know that you’re a pain.”
“Get in line.”
“Wish you put this much time and effort into me.”
“I definitely put all my effort into you.” He glances to you.
“Don’t put no effort into eating pussy like that.” You toss a sunflower seed at his head.
He only turns slowly and surprisingly calmly.
“Clearly not how you felt last night.” He shrugs and goes back to enjoying his coffee.
“Wow.”
Embry Call :
“Get off the stupid game, you nerd, there’s better things to do.” You’ve been launching a mini basketball at Embry’s head and letting it bounce back to you to repeat the cycle for the last half an hour and he hasn’t moved from twiddling his thumbs across the remote controller.
“Just one more.” He speaks quietly.
“Embry.”
“Yes?” He moves one of his earphones behind his ear.
“Off.”
“Nooooo, I’m doing so good!”
“Yeah no duh… all the time you spend playing video games, no wonder you can’t eat pussy.”
The headphones fly off his head and the chair spins around quickly.
“No way you just said that.”
“I did.”
“You KNOW that’s not true!”
“Do I though…?”
“Yeah, I’ll show you.” He dives onto the bed where you sit.
Leah Clearwater :
Leah had no problem being rude to those who were rude to you. She was more than happy to do it anyway.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
She shrugs as she drives back home.
“Stop being so nonchalant!”
“Why are you upset about it?” She looks at you confused.
“Because it caused a bit of a scene, people were judging you. That’s sad.”
“You care more than I do.”
You sigh. “You sure do know how to talk smack, though.”
“Problem?” She raises her eyebrow.
“No, just wish you’d use your mouth for a something else. Maybe you’d be better at eating pussy then.”
Leah scoffs loudly. “You and I both know…”
You giggle and lean back in your seat.
“Since I supposedly ‘can’t eat pussy,’ guess who’s not getting it tonight.”
Your face falls immediately. “WAIT NO!”
Seth Clearwater :
Seth is just the sweetest thing and you can never get in any argument with him if you tried. But—you can certainly play a little prank on him.
He’s draped over your body, head on your chest and you decide to joke around.
“You’ve been lazy lately.”
“…Have I really?” Seth lifts his head, resting his chin on your boob.
“Yeah.”
“Oh… I didn’t realize. I should probably get to doing something then…”
“Yeah, baby… can’t even eat pussy.”
His jaw drops. “Hey… you know that’s wrong!” He sits up quickly.
“Wait, wait, honey, I’m joking, I promise!”
“Thank goodness. Because I know I’ve been doing good. You told me so.”
Jared Cameron :
Jared was fighting you with a pillow.
“UMPH! YOU PSYCHO!”
“Gotcha!!” Jared dodges your hit.
“Jerk!” You knock him in the head with your heftier pillow.
He sticks his tongue out and shake his head wildly.
“Oh yeah, keep doing that, you’d never eat pussy like that, huh?”
Jared stops and gasps dramatically. Sticks a finger up and sasses you. “You are WELL AWARE that I am EXTREMELY SKILLED in the art of eating box.”
You laugh in his face.
“I just can’t believe you spoke to me like that.” He wipe faux tears.
Quil Ateara :
While in a walk, Quil kept jokingly kicking the back of your shoes, making you stumble. He did it juuuust enough to get you ticked off.
“Stop-ugh!” You nudge him roughly.
He snickers and nudges you back.
“We’re about to have a real problem.”
“Oh no, we can’t have that.”
“I’ll just walk ahead of you.”
“Oh, cmon don’t be like that!” Quil calls out. “Does this mean I can’t eat it tonight???”
“Like you were ever good at it!” You call back.
You hear nothing. Which is concerning.
Turning back you see his fist over his mouth, shaking his head like he’s just heard the most disrespectful thing ever. To him it was.
“Don’t ever… ever speak such false things to me ever again.”
He catches up and you kick the back of his shoes now.
