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moonchild1 · 1 year ago

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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅸ)

hi everyone wow it's really been a while and i'm on list 9 already damnnn that's alot and list 10 is like half way complete already... soooo you might notice a change in the set up this time around i liked how it looked on my ao3 list so i added it here as well, i absolutely love this list like i've gone over this list a million times it's filled with alot of fics i was absolutely obsessed with, you know how attached i get to the characters and this list holds quite a few of them too so i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did and you fall for them too... remember to give lots of love to the authors of these fics they are absolute geniuses and deserve all the respect and love in this world for creating these beautiful fics and sharing it with us so be sure to give them a follow, like and reblog or even leave a little comment i'm 100% percent sure it would mean alot to them 🥺🖤 also as these fics contain smut no under minors allowed/interact... if you would like to share some of your favourites or just wanna ramble about fics you love send me an ask i love hearing from you guys and happy reading everyone till next time ✨🖤

a- angst s- smut f-fluff

series

dreamcatchers by @ggukcangetit f a

↬ DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

block party by @minlucent f s a

↬ moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake. neighbours au e2l

a little bit of your heart by @yoongiofmine f s a ft. myg

↬ you had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with min yoongi. you knew you and yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything yoongi couldn’t. Will jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten yoongi enough to do something about it?

lost stars by @/yoongiofmine f s a

↬ Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. idol au s2l

secrets we keep by @/yoongiofmine f s a

↬ Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? idol au

i hate you, i love you by @jungblue s a

↬ You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.

fatal attraction by @jungcock s a ft. kth

↬ your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one. exes au serial killer thriller

pub golf by @taleasnewastime f s

↬ One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin. s2l

animal by @cutaepatootie f s a

↬ boxer jungkook au ANGST

things you don't know by @btsgotjams27 a

↬ It’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. After moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.

entangled by @caelesjjk f s a ft. kth

↬ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man. He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well? Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

when the end comes by @oddinary4bts f s a

↬ Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

new girl by @jjkeverlast f s a

↬ after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?

horizon by @/sokooks f s a

↬ The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans. angel au

searching for nirvana by @/sokooks f s a

↬ he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't be touching you the way he was- but he was here before him. he was your friend, not him. he knew your body, not him. he wanted to be the only one to touch you the way you liked. he he wanted you to remember that. despite the fact that he already had someone waiting for him. best friends au cheating au.

twelve hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a

↬ you have twelve hours to make jeon jungkook fall in love with you. he's about to get married. you're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

when it all... by @7deadlysinsfics f a

↬ what’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on

better than me ? by @/7deadlysinsfics f s a

↬ jungkook is clear on what you both are to each other. still, he doesn’t want you to think anyone else is better than him

our first and our last by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft ot7

↬ The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was on your tenth birthday. On that day, he was nothing more than the strange man who jumped into a dark portal that suddenly opened in the middle of the park. The ten year old you just stood in the grass, strands of hair ruffling from the calm breeze that swooped by; head slightly tilted, bright, innocent eyes wide open and staring at him with wonder and disbelief. There was a certain amount of confusion, but your young mind was too naïve to question his actions or what they entailed. soulmate au

dancer in the dark by @gwoongi f s a

↬ Money can’t buy you happiness. Jeongguk, for the longest time, thinks he’s happy. Truthfully, Jeongguk doesn’t know what happiness is until you find him. rockstar au

together by @httpjeon f s a ft.pjm

↬domestic!au, couple!au, stoner!au, gamer!au

hot bot by @/httpjeon f s

↬ purchasing a Hot Bot wasn’t exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.

stardust by @iamtaekooked f

↬ You didn’t believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friend’s husband. That is when you see the red string beginning encircled around your pinky and ending in his

serendipity by @rohobi f s a

↬ After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your best friend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.

chasing shadows by @colormepurplex2 s a

↬ Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PI’s around.

I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo f s a

↬ In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past. s2l fwb au

sweet nothing by @adonis-koo f s a

↬ Being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

three's a crowd by @/adonis-koo s a ft. jimin

↬ When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was supposed to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation… ceo au

sleepwalking by @taexual f s a

↬ due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

empty space by @ahundredtimesover f s a

↬ It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury.

OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.

as the world burns around us by @today-we-will-survive a

↬ You haven’t seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the world’s population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. You’re still surprised Seoul survived – if you can call what it has become “surviving”

hotter than hell by @chateautae f s a

↬ jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

to turn a bad thing good by @/chateautae f s a

↬ jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.

J’aime by @baepop f s a

↬ You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

Written in the Stars by @/baepop f s a ft. kth

↬ You’re the girl of Jungkook’s dreams, literally. The only problem: you’re taken by his best friend

make me forget by @roseannekook f s a

↬ You are the lead vocalist and main dancer of your company’s first girl group, but on the fourth promotion of your debut song things don’t go as planned. At the brink of an uprising scandal, you seek refuge in the bathroom stalls…and find it in the arms of no one else but BTS’ golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.

one of your girls by @ggukiepie s a ft. pjm

↬ fwb au college au fuck boy au inspired by the song

boy in luv by @/ggukiepie f s a

↬ just two idiot best friends in l*ve college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, student council president oc, cheerleader!oc

the boy who left by @/gujoonim a

↬ As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-be’s eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ceo au

love sewn by @jvnghxope s a

↬ You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.

not yet by f s @bratkook f s a

↬ jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship.

one shot

blazes of deceit by @periminkle f a

↬ when the opportunity to finally venture past the stone walls you’ve grown up in presents itself, you jump at the chance to discover the origin of those mysterious lights—even if the trip comes with a harsh truth and a suspicious, yet undoubtedly attractive, tour guide. tangled au disney au

southpaw by @starshapedkookie f s a

↬ Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.

house of cards by @jeonggukingdom s a

↬ What does safe mean when you are chased by zombies, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when you’re always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world.

enouement by @littlemisskookie s a

↬ War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. mulan au disney au

miss taken by @junghelioseok f s

↬you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience. single parent dilfjk jk e2l

the ex text by @shadowkoo f s a

↬ The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

the proposal by @hansolmates f s a

↬Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. based on the movie the proposal e2l

red and gold by @/thedefinitionofbts f s

↬It’s no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. There’s nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money.

burning bright by @snackhobi s

↬there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you. based on the movie pacific rim

but we loved young by @jl-micasea-fics s a

↬Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

the shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah f s a ft. knj

↬ after moving away from your hometown five years ago, you’ve struggled on every return. each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. but when he can’t be there to support you during your current trip home, jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need.

illusion of choice by @hobibliophile f s a

↬ You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

the blue princess and her red rose by @/cutaepatootie f s a

↬ After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. princess au

rigor mortis by @readyplayerhobi f s a

↬ A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.

lowkey by @joonbird s

↬ Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class.

part-time lover by @sketchguk f s a

↬there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae a

↬ a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy. inspired by the anime 'orange'

i'll be home by @wwilloww f s a ft.knj

↬ When your first love, Jungkook, disappeared from your village five years ago, no one thought he would return, let alone on the night of your betrothal to another man.

white lies by @noteguk f s a

↬ in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.

yes coach by @/taleanewastime s

↬ You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.

spf 50 by @gimmeyoon f s

↬ If you have to spend your summer home from college working a job you hate, it might as well include sitting by the pool with Jungkook. Now if only kids could stop vomiting in it.

fifth wish by @jiminrings f a

↬ jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind — to get rid of you.

blacklisted by @/httpjeon s a ft. kth

↬after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

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strandedtoodeep · 1 month ago

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Poolverine fics rec' ✨

Yes, FINALLY.

So, basically what the title said: some poolverine's fics recommendation because i have nearly 100 bookmarks and sharing is caring so let's go!

I'll put title, link, tag the author (if they are on tumblr), numbers of words & chapters and probably silly summary or thoughts

I'll be adding some in the future with a red exclamation❗

The one without smut have a bunny emoji 🐰

My faves are on top

If you have some recs i'm happy to take them thank you 🤲

Faves

Come Hell or High Water by @farmhandler 84k, 11 ch. || love when a fic take mental health seriously and talk about it in a way that feel so right? (bonus the smut is *chef's kiss*

Promise Me We'll Be Back In Time by @back4destiel 108k, 17 ch. || 50 First Dates was one of my favorite movie when i was a preteen (yeah) so this fic fill me with nostalgia and happiness

where soul meets body by @edgebug 33k, 3 ch. || one of my first poolverine's fic and it sets the bar so HIGH (and tbh i cried so much reading it, it's concerning)

silence is what i do best (but still i hear it all) by @cainroses 25k, 3 ch. || feral! logan is very dear to me and the character's voices in it?? absolutely delightful (beware the smut is very good but spicy)

Until you get sick of me, honestly by @3koboldsinahoodie 121k, 23ch. (on going) || i love it so much i want to forget it and discovers it again, the peak of two idiots in love it's beautiful

whoever makes my baby cry (is gonna lose some teeth tonight) by @wickedscribbles 16k, 4 ch. || love some genderplay, bottom and protective logan, my dear, i love it but most importantly the writings is scrumptious

The Void by @rovingotter 115k, 23 ch. || i'm still trying to process what i feel with this fic, please please read this blindly and i assure you, you'll never be the same

The Soundtrack by @greatsnakestintin 39k, 14 ch. (on going) || love a good road trip fic, love music so it's absolutely perfect for me! and the plot is so?? fascinating???

Kaleidoscope by Space_wanderer 79k, 14 ch. || CHAPPELL ROAN REFERENCE! when Logan is such a idiot Wade need to go get him AGAIN in his universe

Don't you want me to run? by @decaying-lover 62k, 19 ch. (on going) || if you love angst, this fic will serve you ANGST! love their dynamics, the tension, their voices, everything

On going

Somewhere I belong by @terrasilvershade 24k, 6ch. || another girls dad AU but this one, my god!!! the feels?? it's so interesting to see Logan being envious and it's writing so well

Baby(girl) Don't Hurt Me by @peargreen-jellybean 16k, series with 4 works || 4 fics and i love them all! some good poolverine pining & domestic bliss + men in lingeries (my weakness)

In Another Life by @flash-bastardd 32k, 10 ch. || x-men origins but better! (bc it's gay) i have some feelings with this movie but this fic healed me and i love it!

call me when you’re ready to be real by @maroonmused 23k, 9 ch. || "and they were roommates" ofc like it's not absolutely obvious for EVERYONE except themself; a very good domestic bliss!

Don't Want To Be A Fool For You by @cuntylogan 45k, 2 ch. || bartender! logan who try to fight his addiction (and slowly fall in love) has a special place in my heart, you go boy

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by @fictionfeast 42k, 3 ch. || this fic feels like a fever dream, but a OH SO GOOD and well writing fever dream! (ngl as a french person Craig List scares me)

❗🐰 Christmas in Canada by @thatoneartyishperson 7k, 3 ch. || listen, Halloween is still my favorite holidays but Poolverine AU Hallmark Christmas Movies ? URGH i'm here for it!!

❗Synergy and Entropy by @artemis-pendragon 32k, 13 ch. || i was so sure that i'd put this fic here but no??? anyways, the hurt and angst in this fic are so astronomically good, so beware

❗🐰 make me into something sweet by @mothgardens 30k, 8 ch. || AU poolverine WITH MUSICAL CLASS? it's... it's beautiful! particularly love the dynamic between Logan and Wade in this one

Complete

🐰 the dollhouse by @kanashikute 4k, OS || love the fluffiness in this fic, love how Logan accept to love, be loved and doesn't left Wade behind UGH they're so cute in this one!!!

Girl Dads by @starburstsobsessions 40k, 16 ch. || AU poolverine's fic are fire and this one, THIS ONE, omg! this fic makes my dream (aka seeing dilf! logan) a reality

🐰 Glass Shards by greaserbabes 9k, 2 ch. || always love when Logan and Wade are SO STUPIDLY in love; ngl the scene with the glass shards make me cry every time

❗You Should Feel My Nature Too by sterlingstars 10k, OS || so uh, i love stripper! Wade okay? it's not really that with this one but it's as good AND wholesome (and spicy too) so yeah

🐰 The Folly Of Playing Gay Chicken Too Hard (Phrasing) by GayLord3000 3k, OS || the domestic fic where Wade is the stupid one, being so stupid in fact it's nearly cost him his relationship with Logan whoops

Love shot by lillygoeson 28k, 6ch. || another bartender! logan one, but AU no powers AND with a good "twist" in the middle; this fic is so bittersweet and good oml

look at you by @weedwilson 3k, OS || yes it's shameless smut and mirror sex, my beloved... and I LOVE when Logan worshipping Wade this much bc he deserves it

It's Just Chemistry by @farmhandler 37k, 5 ch. || in the same universe of Come Hell or High Water, there is so... so much angst but it's very good angst!!! still love this specific dynamic

🐰 We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by @nikaandtea 8k, OS || HOZIER REFERENCE! i'm still so happy when a fic talk about chronic pain combined with domestic bliss i'm totally sold

Night Terrors by educatedwish 50k, 13 ch. || love how Logan is written is this fic, how PTSD messed with his feelings in a serious way... my heart melt everytime i read it

second nature to me now by @edgebug 36k, OS || a investigation in a gay club??? with my two idiots in love?? and with old gay Logan? i giggled so hard reading this, i LOVE IT

🐰 It Feels Like Home by @twentyghosts 10k, 6 ch. || one of my favorite trope is the 5+1 and this one... my god, right in the feels! so much fluffiness, coziness, it warm my heart

❗a loaded gun, can't contain this anymore (i'm all yours, i've got no control) by @obihoebikenobi 6k, OS || i have nothing to say other than read the tag hehe! but yeah love the concept, the smut is spicy (always like some focus on the claws)

🐰 stuck by the glue (oh and you) by prngslvr 3k, OS || a good rewriting of (some scenes) from DP&W, and one of my first fluff and non-smut fic that i read after watching the movie!

Let Me Get Back to You by ratflavored 14k, 2 ch. || pls i want to read more fics with phone sex in it (i know it's specific) but in the meantime, this one is SO good (and full of feels too)

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by signifier 10k, OS || i have a thing for time loop and this kind of fuckery, it's short but good and i love the title it make me chuckles

🐰 Take Me Through the Darkness to the Break of the Day by The_Colour_Yellow 17k, 10 ch. || a very good fic around hanahaki disease with my two favorites idiots??? sign me in! even with so much hurt and angst UGH

Oh, God, I Think I'm Fallin' by @slut-arc 15k, 5 ch. || the return of domestic poolverine and YES I KNOW but it's my weakness... and Logan is so emotionally constipated it's concerning

❗🐰 Little Reflection by @wickedscribbles 11k, 5ch. || poolverine + cute cat + Logan suffering from anxiety and i'm sold! because ofc Logan is a true and pure cat (and dog) dad

the bucket list by @kanashikute 33k, 4 ch. || read this one, please, really, it's so bittersweet BUT i promise there's a good ending (and i cried so much while reading it)

🐰 he’s the headlights, I’m the deer by NatalieK 7k, OS || it's interesting to see Logan's losing his healing factor for once instead of Wade! and seeing Wade taking care of him, my heart

❗when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? by @slut-for-a-good-latte 5k, OS || one of my favorite thing with poolverine is psychic/quantum thingy bond because of the Time Ripper and this one DELIVERS!!

🐰 holding out for a hero by @splinnters 6k, 3 ch. || once again, i have a soft spot for Logan trusting Wade so much he called him when something is wrong and this, THIS is good

🐰 I've got some color back (he thinks so too) by @mid13s 3k, OS || just a short fic with non-sexual intimacy because these two need comfort, hugs and a lot of affection (and the Hozier reference is chef's kiss)

❗who are you, really? by @edgebug 45k, 4 ch. || the sequel of where soul meets body and it's also an absolutely masterpiece! and still trying to process my feelings for this fic

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rosedpetal · 4 months ago

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Could you do a fluffy Robert chase one shot with his girlfriend?? 🥰✨

Of course, my little sugarplum fairy ✨, I hope you like it!

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Robert left the surgery room, throwing his gloves, mask and surgical cap in the trash and washing his hands and arms thoroughly, his bloodshot eyes' reflection staring back at him in the mirror. He was exhausted. A five hour surgery turned almost eight, and even if it wasn't the longest he worked on a patient's insides, it was tiring nonetheless.

The only thing that kept him sane when work got overwhelming and challenging was the thought of you.

He'd picture you coming home from your 9 to 5 job, putting your coat in the hanger, slipping your pumps off and absentmindedly throwing your keys on the counter. His mind could envision it perfectly; you, stepping in the shower and scrubbing the remains of the day away, then drying up in a warm towel and then putting lotion on. Then, you'd put on the cutest pajama set and go to the kitchen to cook dinner for you both.

He'd come home to find dinner ready — sometimes you'd have to warm it up again in the microwave — and a sweet, loving girlfriend that more so often would let him enjoy the quietude for a while, eating dinner in comfortable silence, then, depending on your mood, his mood, or both moods, you two would fall asleep after a intense makeout session.

Robert enjoys the domesticity. He finds the routine to be convenient and relaxing.

He goes home after leaving the hospital, pulling out in the driveway of your shared home.

Immediately, he calls out to you, seeing you standing by the counter and chopping something in the cutting board.

"Hey, baby."

You look up from your shoulder, a small smile at your lips as you blow him a kiss. He'd never go straight to you after coming from the hospital.

He puts his clothes in the laundry machine, turning it on and taking a shower after. The warm water soothe the sore muscles of his back and shoulders.

Robert puts his sweatpants on and nothing else, rubbing the towel on his damp hair, then goes back to the kitchen.

As you hum softly to whatever new song got you hooked that week, your hips slowly swaying to the rhythm of it, he can't help the strong wave of love that takes over him.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing the top of your head and inhaling the scent of your shampoo. You lean into his touch, contentment filling your whole being.

"I love you."

It comes so naturally, like you two were chatting about the weather. It's been coming more frequently now, but never losing the meaning in the slightest.

Robert takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. Somehow, in this little love bubble, the private paradise he built with you, his mind snaps back to the little velvet box hidden in the closet, and the urge to make it known by you as soon as possible makes his heart flutter.

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lizzyiii · 3 months ago

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just wondering 👉🏼👈🏼 when the next update of his lady love will be? i’m just so excited for the next chapter im OBSESSED with the story 👻

I'm so sorry I took this long, I've been having a mental block with this

His Lady Love (9)

pairing | aemond targaryen x vampire!mikaelson!reader

taglist | to be added to the taglist just add your username to this DOC

word count | 3,8k words

summary | finally you make your return back to king's landing and reunite with aemond

tags | hurt/comfort,

note | I'm so sorry I took so long

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated ✨

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

The storm had raged for a week, battering the old farmstead with rain and howling winds. Inside, the small prince had finally begun to show signs of recovery. Jaehaerys, once pale and on the verge of death, now had the flush of life back in his cheeks, thanks to the small doses of your ancient vampire blood. His eyes, once glazed and distant, now held a quiet strength. Despite his reserved nature, the boy had grown fond of you in his own way, calling you “munās”

The crumbling farm had served its purpose. Though it was no Red Keep, the rations you had scavenged from Tym’s meager cupboards had been enough to sustain the both of you. Tym, the unfortunate soul whose blood had been your own sustenance, now lay rotting in a closet—his death no more significant than a footnote in a much larger story. The smell of his decaying body was thick in the air, but it hardly bothered you. In your long life, you had smelled far worse.

Outside, the rain had finally ceased. The journey back to King’s Landing would be dangerous, but necessary. You could already envision the uproar awaiting your and Jaehaerys’ return. Let them fret; it was no concern of yours.

You gathered what little provisions were left and tucked them into a satchel, slinging it over your shoulder. The food wasn’t for you, of course, but for the prince. He would need his strength if he was to survive the coming days. As you approached Jaehaerys, he looked up at you with a small, fleeting smile—a gesture that melted your dead heart. Without a word, you draped a thick cloak over his shoulders, pulling the hood low to hide his silver Targaryen hair. The last thing you needed was to draw unwanted attention on the road.

The air was damp and heavy as you stepped outside, the smell of wet earth mingling with the distant scent of the ocean. You hoisted the boy onto your horse, his small frame easily fitting in front of you. The skies were still dark, but the rain had stopped for now. With a flick of the reins, the horse began its slow trot down the muddy path.

As you approached the towering walls of King’s Landing, the familiar stench of sweat and desperation thickened in the air. Your grip on Jaehaerys tightened, pulling him closer to you as your sharp senses took in the chaotic scene ahead. The streets swarmed with restless peasants, their voices a cacophony of rage and despair, echoing through the narrow alleyways that led to the Red Keep.

You focused, your hearing tuning into the mob’s cries. They were angry, starved. "Food! Bread!" they screamed, their desperation palpable. The realization struck you almost immediately—Rhaenyra must have sealed off the city. No traders, no merchants, no supplies flowing in. It was a power play, of course. She sought to starve out the opposition within her rightful walls, but it was the smallfolk who suffered most. Typical.

But it was what you saw next that made even your blood freeze.

Through the throngs of people, a procession of white cloaks—Kingsguard—marched proudly through the streets, their armor gleaming in the dimming light of dusk. In their hands, they bore a horrifying trophy: the severed head of a red dragon. Melys, you thought, the Red Queen, her crimson scales dulling in death.

The thought of Daemon’s dragon, Caraxes, crossed your mind briefly, but you dismissed it just as quickly. Daemon was not so easily felled. He was a force of chaos, relentless and unyielding. But Rhaenys... She had fought valiantly for her kin. It had to be her. Aegon had slain her and had the audacity to parade her dragon’s head as if it were some twisted victory.

The crowd grew louder, their protests turning to angry shouts as they watched the grotesque display. You could feel the fear rising among them, but it was overshadowed by the hunger—both for food and for rebellion. The city was on the brink, and Aegon was playing with fire.

Jaehaerys stirred slightly in your arms, oblivious to the grim spectacle unfolding before you. He was innocent in all this, yet he would soon be thrust into the heart of this brutal war. With a final glance at the dragon’s severed head, you urged your horse forward, pulling the hood of Jaehaerys’ cloak lower to shield his Targaryen features. The mob surged around you, but you moved through it like a shadow, unseen and unstoppable.

As you slipped through the shadowed alleys and hidden paths of King’s Landing, the weight of Jaehaerys in your arms was a reminder of just how fragile human life could be. The streets were filled with chaos, but to you, it was nothing. In six hundred years, you had perfected the art of moving unseen, a phantom in the night.

It wasn’t hard to imagine how those men, Daemon had sent, had managed to infiltrate these halls. It was almost laughably easy for you to slip past the guards. They were easily distracted, and you had no trouble avoiding detection.

Your thoughts kept drifting to Aemond, his sharp, striking features, the single violet eye that gleamed with intelligence and ruthlessness. You yearned for him in a way that surprised even you. In all your centuries of existence, through the rise and fall of empires, you had never felt this way about anyone. Aemond had a way of stirring something deep within you—a hunger, not for blood, but for him.

It was strange to admit, even to yourself, but you loved him. In your immortal life, you had seen love twisted and turned into something vile, something manipulative and fleeting. But with Aemond, it was different. His ambition, his fire, even his darkness—those were things you understood, things you were drawn to.

Still, love would have to wait. For now, your priority was Jaehaerys, the boy asleep in your arms, his silver hair tucked away beneath the hood you had wrapped around him. You glided through the hidden corridors of the Red Keep with ease, your steps silent, your presence undetected.

Helaena’s chambers were quiet when you arrived, the door slightly ajar as if awaiting your return. You pushed it open gently, stepping inside to the dimly lit room. Helaena was sitting by the window, her eyes distant and unfocused, lost in her thoughts.

You frowned noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes as the frown that tugged on her lips. “Helaena,” you whispered softly, moving toward her.

Her gaze shifted slowly, her violet eyes blinking as if pulling her from a dream. When she saw Jaehaerys in your arms, her expression changed—a flicker of recognition, of hope. Her lips parted, a gasp escaping her as she stood from her chair.

Helaena breathed out your name softly, her voice fragile, as if uttering it too loudly might cause you to vanish. She rose from her chair, her steps tentative, as if unsure whether you were real or some apparition conjured by her grief. Her eyes glistened with tears, her hands trembling as she reached for you.

You gently placed Jaehaerys in her arms, watching as she clung to him with a desperation that broke your heart. Her tears flowed freely as she kissed his sleeping face, her maternal love rekindled in the boy’s presence. For a moment, the weight of the world lifted from her, her sorrow held at bay by the soft rise and fall of her son’s breathing.

"I knew you weren't dead," she whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with conviction.

A frown creased your brow, confusion settling over you like a fog. "Why would you think that, Helaena?" you asked softly, your concern growing as you saw the pain etched into her delicate features.

Helaena’s gaze dropped to Jaehaerys as she gently rocked him in her arms, her sorrow palpable in the silence that followed. "Three dead Kingsguard, your carriage burnt to ash... what were we to think?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, the words heavy with the weight of grief she had been carrying.

The shock hit you like a dagger to the chest. Your eyes widened in disbelief. "My carriage... burnt?" The last time you had seen it, it had been intact. And worse, Aemond—he must have thought you perished in the flames.

You could feel the fear rising in you, not for yourself, but for him. What had Aemond been thinking all this time? The very thought of him mourning you sent a pang of sadness through your heart.

You swallowed the rising tide of emotion, forcing a smile to reassure Helaena, though it felt strained and unnatural. Your hand rested gently atop hers, offering comfort the way you always had, with a tender touch and a steady heart. "I am fine, my Queen," you said, your voice soft but firm, hoping your words could ease some of the burden that weighed on her. "Jaehaerys is fine. We are both safe, and that is all that matters now."

Helaena looked up at you, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, and for a moment, she seemed to believe you. But you could see the remnants of her anguish still clinging to her, a shadow she could not shake.

Seeing Helaena in such a state—it wounded you, though you could never let it show. You had centuries of practice hiding your own grief, your own longing. But now, with Aemond believing you dead, you felt the familiar weight of sorrow creeping back in.

You had to find him. He needed to know you were alive.

"I have to find Aemond," you murmured, the urgency in your voice betraying the calm you had tried to maintain.

Helaena’s eyes snapped to you, her sorrow deepening as she spoke softly, "He’s changed."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Helaena hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words. "The battle at Rook’s Rest," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "He brought down both Rhaenys and Aegon."

You flinched, a ripple of shock running through you. "He killed Aegon?" Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke. Despite Aegon’s many flaws, despite his cruelty, he was still Aemond's brother. How could Aemond have done such a thing?

Helaena shook her head, her expression mournful, weighed down by grief. "No. He didn’t kill him, but he might as well have. Aegon is burnt beyond recognition... A shadow of himself now."

The words hung heavy in the air, and you struggled to grasp them. "Why?" you whispered, more to yourself than to Helaena. How could Aemond, the man you loved, have let things go so far?

Helaena’s gaze softened, and she pressed another kiss to Jaehaerys' forehead, her voice filled with a melancholy acceptance. "Aegon’s taunts… his cruel words… Perhaps he had enough of being belittled, of being treated as lesser, when in truth, he has always been the stronger of the two."

You could see the weariness in Helaena’s eyes, the understanding of how deep the rift had grown between her brothers. But what you couldn’t understand was how much Aemond had changed in just a week. The man you knew, the one you loved, was fierce and proud, yes, but he had always been measured, calculating. To hear that he had snapped so violently, even against his own kin—it worried you.

But you had to see him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Without another word, you turned toward the door, your mind already racing with thoughts of Aemond—of the man he had been, and the man he might be now.

Aemond was riding a dangerous high, the taste of victory bitter on his tongue. He had dealt with Aegon—though not as thoroughly as he would have preferred. Aegon still lived, if one could call it living. Burnt beyond recognition, a husk of his former self, barely clinging to life. But it didn’t matter. Aegon was no longer a threat to him, and now, Aemond stood as Prince Regent. His mother’s protests were of no consequence to him anymore. She had forsaken him, after all. Turned her back on him, chosen Aegon despite everything. Well, now he would forsake her.

He clenched his fists tightly as he forced his thoughts away from her disappointment, her judgment. It wasn’t Alicent's rebuke that tormented him now. No, when he allowed his mind to drift, when the battlefield fell quiet and the bloodlust faded, his thoughts always, always came back to you.

And that was a pain he could not bear. The sharp sting in his chest that came whenever he remembered your face, your voice, the way your eyes looked at him with a softness no one else could offer. That softness had been his anchor in a world of chaos, and now it was gone. You were gone. Aemond clenched his jaw, forcing the memories back down, but they refused to be silenced.

You haunted him.

So he clung to the one thing that had never failed him: anger. The rage burned hotter and clearer than any sorrow ever could. Vengeance had always been his closest companion, and now it was the only thing he had left to keep him standing. It was easier to drown in that fire, to let the heat scorch away the grief, than to face the aching emptiness your death had left behind.

Because to truly feel the weight of his heartache—to allow himself to grieve—would be a descent into madness. It would be a slow, deliberate suicide. And Aemond Targaryen would not be destroyed by sorrow. He had survived too much for that.

His face was a mask of cold determination, but inside, the wound you left was bleeding still. Anger was a salve, not a cure, but it was the only thing keeping him alive.

As long as he was angry, he couldn’t be sad. And as long as he avoided sadness, he wouldn’t have to confront the truth: that without you, something in him had already died.

Aemond made his way to his chambers, eager to escape the oppressive weight of the castle and the relentless thoughts swirling in his mind. His steps were heavy, and though he had embraced the cold edge of his anger, exhaustion tugged at the edges of his resolve. He needed a moment, just a fleeting break from the burdens of regency and family strife.

But as he pushed open the door, his breath caught in his throat. Standing in the center of his room, with their back turned, was a figure he knew too well. His entire body froze, heart pounding so violently it hurt. His mind, sharp and disciplined, rebelled against the sight before him. It couldn't be real. It shouldn't be real.

Aemond's throat tightened, and he rubbed his eye, the patch over the other itching against his skin as if willing this cruel vision away. His breaths became shallow, harsh gasps escaping him as the figure turned.

And there you were.

The eyes he had dreamt of, that he had mourned for, were looking back at him, alive with warmth and familiarity. "Aemond," you murmured softly, your voice like a balm to his tormented soul.

He stumbled back, his chest heaving with the effort to contain the surge of emotion ripping through him. You moved toward him, your hands reaching out as if to soothe, but he flinched. The pain in your eyes mirrored his own, though he couldn't understand why. He had believed you dead, and now you stood before him. But his mind, ever cautious, doubted the reality before him.

"You're not real," he choked out, the words leaving his lips like a prayer, desperate and broken.

You faltered for a moment, your face contorting with an expression of pain. But it wasn’t for you—it was for him. "I am real, Aemond," you said firmly, your voice unwavering even as his trembled. Then, softer, you added, "As real as the sun and stars, my love."

Tentatively, he reached out, his hand shaking as he brushed your cheek. The soft warmth of your skin against his palm sent a shock through him. His lone eye stung with tears as he leaned closer, feeling the truth of your presence in the softness of your flesh. And when you leaned into his touch, his entire world seemed to shift.

The sob broke from his chest, raw and aching, as he pulled you into his arms with a fierce desperation. He crushed you against his chest, his face buried in your hair, inhaling the scent he had feared he would never experience again. It was real. You were real. His hands trembled as they tightened around you, holding you as if you might slip away once more.

"You're real," he whispered, the words tumbling from his lips in a reverent chant, as if saying it enough times would make it an undeniable truth. "You're alive."

Tears streamed freely down his face as he clung to you, the walls he had built around his heart crumbling in your presence. You had returned to him, and in this moment, the weight of the world, the rage, the grief—it all faded away in the warmth of your embrace. He whispered your name like a prayer, his chest shaking with the sobs he could no longer control.

The two of you had eventually found your way onto Aemond's bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as if afraid you might vanish if he loosened his grip. The moonlight spilled softly through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room, but all that mattered in this moment was the warmth of his body beneath yours. You lay on top of him, your noses touching, your breaths mingling in the quiet stillness of the night.

And yet, he only stared at you, his eye searching your face as if trying to memorize every inch, every detail. It felt like an eternity before he finally spoke.

"I don’t understand how," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the confusion and longing in his eye clear as he tried to reconcile your presence with the grief he had been drowning in.

You lifted your head slightly, his gaze following your every movement. Gently, you brought a finger to trail down his scar, your touch soft and comforting. His eye fluttered shut at the sensation, as if the weight of the world lifted momentarily under your fingertips.

"Helaena told me what was believed," you began, your voice steady as you prepared to weave the lie once more. "But the truth is, our carriage was ambushed. The Kingsguard were killed." You paused, then continued with conviction, "I escaped with Jaehaerys. My intent was to return."

His eye opened slowly, a flicker of something vulnerable passing through his gaze as he asked in a voice that was unusually soft, "Why did it take so long?"

"The prince fell ill on the journey. My only priority was his health, not how quickly we could return," you explained, your lips pressing together in a thin line. "I'm sorry it took so long," you added, guilt weighing your words, though the truth of your ordeal remained hidden beneath layers of carefully constructed deception.

Aemond's expression softened as you rested your head back against him, in the crook of his neck where you could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. "You're here now," he whispered, his voice filled with relief. It seemed as if that was all that mattered to him in this moment.

The silence between you lingered, a peaceful reprieve from the chaos that awaited outside these walls. But after a while, he spoke again, his voice barely breaking the quiet. "I'm Prince Regent now."

You already knew, of course. Helaena had told you, but you wanted to hear it from him. "Helaena told me what happened to Aegon," you said slowly, choosing your words carefully. You had to know the truth, not from Helaena’s recounting but from Aemond himself. You needed to understand what had happened, why he had done what he did.

There was a pause, a silence that stretched on too long before he finally spoke. "He was not supposed to be there. At Rook’s Rest," he said, his voice low and distant, as if recounting a memory he wanted to forget.

Your hand rested on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you. "What happened, Aemond?" you asked, your tone soft but insistent, though part of you dreaded hearing the answer.

Aemond’s face hardened, his eye staring up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. "Aegon got what he deserved," he said flatly, his tone almost indifferent. "He was unfit to rule. Unworthy to sit the throne."

His words hit you like a stone sinking into a well, and though you had expected them, it still hurt. Aegon was not a good man. He was cruel, selfish, and unfit to lead, but knowing that Aemond had taken such drastic action—it was a bitter pill to swallow. The world was better without Aegon’s reign, and yet the weight of Aemond’s decision loomed over you.

You studied his face, searching for any hint of remorse, of conflict. "Was it worth it?" you asked quietly, though you weren’t sure you wanted the answer.

Aemond didn’t respond. He simply stared at the ceiling, his silence speaking louder than any words could. And you didn’t push him. You knew Aemond better than anyone; his guilt, his anger, and his desire for power all warred within him.

So you lay there, your hand on his chest, letting the silence stretch on, knowing that in time, perhaps, the answers would come. But for now, you were content to simply be there with him.

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lila-lou · 2 months ago

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✨Taking her in - Pt. 9✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Underage Reader, Language, ANGST, fluff

Word Count: 8842

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💜

Eventually, the need to see his face, to gauge his expression, became too strong to resist. You tilted your head slightly, your eyes seeking his, hoping to find some kind of reassurance, some sign of what he was thinking. But Dean, ever the master of self-control, kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his jaw clenched as he fought the internal battle raging inside him.

He knew you were looking at him, could feel the intensity of your gaze, but he forced himself to stay still, to keep his eyes averted. He knew that if he looked down, if he met your gaze, he would be lost. The walls he had carefully built up to keep his feelings in check would crumble, and he would give in to everything he had been trying so hard to resist.

But the seconds ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last, and the weight of your gaze became impossible to ignore. He could feel you there, so close, and the pull was undeniable. His resolve weakened with each passing moment, the temptation too strong to resist.

Finally, as if drawn by an invisible force, Dean’s eyes slowly dropped to meet yours. The moment your gazes locked, something inside him snapped. He could see the vulnerability in your eyes, the silent plea for something more, and it broke through the last of his defenses.

The air between you seemed to crackle with tension, the room suddenly feeling too small, too intimate. Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at you, really looked at you, and saw everything he had been trying to avoid for so long. The way you were looking at him, the soft vulnerability mixed with something deeper, something that mirrored the emotions he had been trying to bury—it was too much.

“(Y/N)…”. Dean’s voice was a whisper, rough and filled with a mixture of longing and restraint. He wanted to say something, to put a stop to whatever was happening between you, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he found himself inching closer, his grip on you tightening just slightly.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as you searched his eyes, trying to read the emotions flickering there. You could see the struggle, the way he was battling with himself, and it made your own emotions surge even more. You wanted to close the distance between you, to finally give in to the connection that had been building for so long, but a part of you was still scared—scared of what this could mean, of how it could change everything.

Dean’s gaze dropped to your lips for a brief moment, and you could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes. He wanted this—wanted you—but he was fighting it with every ounce of strength he had. But as the seconds ticked by, it became clear that the fight was slipping away from him.

Before Dean could gather his thoughts or steel himself against the overwhelming tide of emotions, you made the first move. Your hand slid up, fingers gently grazing his stubbled cheek. The touch was soft, hesitant, yet filled with a silent promise, one that spoke of all the things you’d been too afraid to say aloud. The warmth of his skin under your palm sent a shiver through you, and you could feel the tension in his body as he struggled with his own conflicting desires.

Dean’s breath hitched, his eyes searching yours as you inched closer, the space between you shrinking until it was almost non-existent. Every inch of him was screaming to pull away, to keep you safe from the storm of emotions that threatened to consume you both, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t tear his gaze away from yours.

And then, with a courage you hadn’t realized you possessed, you closed the remaining distance. Your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss that was as much an exploration as it was a confession. The moment your lips touched, it was as if something clicked into place—a connection that had been waiting for this exact moment, for this exact kiss.

Dean’s initial shock melted away almost instantly, and the restraint he had been clinging to dissolved like mist in the morning sun. His hand slipped up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, pouring all the unspoken words and buried feelings into it. There was a hunger in the way he kissed you, a desperation that matched your own, as if he had been waiting for this moment just as long as you had.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of you, lost in each other. The kiss was both tender and urgent, a delicate balance of restraint and passion, as if you were both afraid this might be the only chance you’d get.

Dean’s other arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The feel of your body against his, the softness of your lips, the warmth of your breath—it was intoxicating, more powerful than anything he had ever felt before. Every part of him was on fire, and he didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t want to let you go.

As you pressed yourself closer to Dean, the kiss deepened, filled with an urgency that left both of you breathless. You shifted, one of your legs slipping over his hip, drawing him even closer. Dean’s hands moved instinctively, one sliding from your waist to your ass, pulling you tighter against him. The contact was electric, and the warmth of his body, combined with the feel of his erection pressing against your core, sent a jolt of desire through you.

A tight knot formed in your lower belly, the intensity of your emotions and physical sensations making it difficult to think clearly. The pressure, the heat, and the sensation of Dean’s hardness against you combined to overwhelm your senses. Unable to hold back, a soft, involuntary moan escaped from your lips, muffled by his mouth.

Dean responded to your moan with a low growl, his hands tightening their grip on you as he deepened the kiss even further. His own desire was becoming nearly unbearable, and the way you were pressing against him, the way you were responding to him, only fueled the fire burning inside him.

He shifted slightly, his hands moving to hold you more securely, ensuring that you were pressed flush against him. The urgency of the moment was palpable, both of you caught up in the raw intensity of the connection you had just established. The boundaries between you seemed to blur as you both gave in to the powerful emotions driving you.

But even as the heat of the moment consumed you, there was a flicker of hesitation in the back of Dean’s mind. He knew how significant this moment was, how it could change everything between you. Yet, as he felt your body against his, heard your breathy moans, he found it almost impossible to pull away. The mix of desire and care was almost too much to handle, and it made every instinct in him scream to stay, to hold you and cherish this moment for all it was worth.

You continued to move against him, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you tried to keep up with the mounting intensity. The kiss was no longer just an exploration but a fervent exchange of passion and longing, each of you trying to communicate everything you couldn’t put into words.

As you clung to Dean, one hand gripping his biceps, the other buried in his hair, the sensations flooding your body became too much to contain. The pressure of your core against his erection, the steady, deliberate friction as you moved together, pushed you closer and closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the combination of your emotions and the physical connection with Dean taking you to a place you hadn’t anticipated.

With each shift of your hips, the knot in your lower belly tightened, coiling with an intensity that left you breathless. Dean’s hands guided you, pulling you against him, the heat of his touch searing into your skin.

Then, without warning, the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body tensing as you climaxed. The sensation was so powerful, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips, muffled by the kiss. Your body shook in Dean’s arms, every muscle trembling as the pleasure washed over you in intense waves.

Dean felt you tense against him, the way your body shook as you came, and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The raw, unfiltered expression of your pleasure—the way you moaned into his mouth, the way you clung to him—was the hottest, most intimate thing he had ever witnessed. He was captivated by it, completely consumed by the sight and feel of you in his arms, lost in the moment.

Dean’s breath hitched as he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of awe and disbelief. The way your body had responded to him, the intensity of your release, was something he hadn’t anticipated, something that had shaken him to his core. His voice was a low, rough whisper as he asked, “Did you just…?”.

His words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you were too overwhelmed to respond. The reality of what had just happened began to sink in, and with it came a wave of embarrassment that made your cheeks burn. You could feel the slickness between your legs, a physical reminder of just how completely you had lost control in his arms, and it made you want to hide, to pull away and escape the vulnerability of the moment.

But Dean’s arms were still around you, holding you close, and the look in his eyes was anything but judgmental. He looked almost in awe, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened either. That didn’t stop the flush of embarrassment from flooding your system, making you want to look anywhere but at him.

Dean´s heart raced, his own desire throbbing through him with an intensity that bordered on painful. The knowledge that you had come just from being close to him, just from that little bit of friction, ignited something primal inside him. It took everything he had not to lose control right then and there.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper when you finally managed to speak. “I… I didn’t mean to…”. The words trailed off, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment and the sudden rush of emotions that followed.

But Dean didn’t say anything. Instead, he cupped your face with one hand. And without any hesitation, Dean leaned in and pressed his lips to yours again. The kiss was different this time—less desperate, more deliberate. It was as if he was trying to tell you with every movement of his lips that it was okay, that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

The moment his lips touched yours, the tension that had been coiling inside you began to unravel. You melted into the kiss, letting go of the lingering embarrassment, the confusion, and the fear. All that mattered was the way Dean was holding you, grounding you in the present, making you feel safe and cherished.

Dean’s kiss deepened, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head as he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies together once more. The heat between you reignited, but this time it was slower, more controlled. There was a tenderness in the way he kissed you, a reverence that made your heart swell. He wasn’t just kissing you—he was telling you that he understood, that he was here with you, and that nothing about this scared him away.

Your hands found their way back to his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you lost yourself in the kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this perfect, intimate moment. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the way his breath mingled with yours.

When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were breathing heavily.

As you both pulled back, breathing heavily, the intensity of the moment hung in the air between you. The room felt charged with emotion, the weight of what had just happened settling in. But before any doubts or second thoughts could surface, before the moment could be ruined by uncertainty or fear, Dean gently guided your head against his chest.

You could feel his heart racing beneath your ear, the rapid thumping a mirror of your own. It was both reassuring and thrilling, a reminder that he was as affected by this as you were. His arm wrapped around you, holding you close, as if he was trying to shield you from the world outside, from any of the complications that might come with this new shift in your relationship.

Dean’s breath was still uneven, his body tense with the lingering desire that had built up between you. You could feel the hard press of his erection against your hip. It sent another wave of heat through you, your body responding to his in a way that felt both natural and inevitable.

But for now, neither of you moved.

Dean’s hand slowly began to stroke your hair, his touch gentle and calming. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to fill the silence with words that might break the spell of the moment. Instead, he just held you, grounding you in the warmth of his embrace, letting you both come down from the intensity of what had just happened.

As you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you felt your own breathing begin to slow, the adrenaline of the moment finally starting to ebb away. The heat between you was still there, still palpable, but it was tempered now by a deeper sense of connection, of understanding.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the cool emptiness of the bed beside you. The warmth and comfort of the night before had evaporated, leaving behind the stark reality of the morning. The memories of what had happened flooded back to you—every touch, every kiss, the way Dean had held you so tightly, as if he didn’t want to let go. But now, he was gone.

You reached out instinctively to the space where he had been, your hand brushing against the cold sheets. The room was quiet, almost eerily so, and you felt a pang of loneliness settle in your chest. The absence of Dean beside you was more than just physical; it was an emotional void that made the morning feel colder, emptier.

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. The events of the night before felt almost surreal, like a dream you weren’t entirely sure had actually happened. But the lingering warmth on your skin, the faint scent of Dean still clinging to the sheets, told you it had been very real.

As you looked around the room, searching for any sign of him, the reality of the situation began to set in. Dean hadn’t just left the bed—he had left you. The weight of that realization hit you hard, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he had regretted everything, if the moment of connection you had shared had been a mistake in his eyes.

The thought made your stomach churn, and you felt a wave of anxiety rise up inside you. What if this changed everything between you? What if he couldn’t look at you the same way anymore? The vulnerability of last night, the raw emotions that had surfaced, now seemed like a double-edged sword.

You slipped out of bed, the cool air of the morning making you shiver as your bare feet touched the floor. The house was quiet, everyone else still asleep or just starting to stir. You made your way to the bathroom, splashing water on your face in an attempt to clear your head. But no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled over you.

After a few minutes, you decided to go downstairs, hoping to find Dean, to talk to him, to figure out where things stood. But as you descended the stairs, the house remained silent, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

When you finally reached the kitchen, you found Dean standing by the window, a cup of coffee in his hand. He didn’t turn when you entered, his posture tense, his gaze fixed on something outside that you couldn’t see.

“Dean?”, you called out softly, your voice hesitant.

He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment, you feared he might ignore you altogether. But then he sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of his thoughts, and finally turned to face you. His eyes were shadowed with guilt, and you could see the turmoil swirling just beneath the surface.

“Morning”, he muttered, his voice rough, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

You took a tentative step closer, trying to read his expression, to understand what he was feeling. “Dean… about last night…”.

He cut you off, shaking his head as if trying to ward off the conversation.

Dean cut you off, shaking his head with a frustration that was almost palpable. His jaw was tight, and you could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he seemed to be wrestling with something deep inside. The guilt and anger in his expression were unmistakable, and it was clear that whatever he was feeling wasn’t just about last night—it went much deeper than that.

“I don’t want to talk about it”, he said sharply, his voice harsher than you’d ever heard it. It caught you off guard, making you flinch slightly. You could see that he wasn’t just upset—he was angry, but it wasn’t directed at you, at least not entirely. There was a self-loathing there, a frustration that seemed to be eating away at him.

You took a step back, unsure of how to navigate this sudden shift in his demeanor. “Dean, I’m sorry if—”.

He slammed the coffee cup down on the counter, the sound reverberating through the quiet kitchen. “Don’t”, he snapped, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t apologize. This… this isn’t your damn fault. It’s mine”.

You could feel the tension radiating off him in waves, the way his anger seemed to blur the lines between who he was really upset with. You wanted to reach out, to reassure him, but you weren’t sure how to bridge the gap that had suddenly appeared between you.

“Dean, please, just talk to me”, you urged, your voice trembling slightly. “We can figure this out together”.

He looked at you then, his eyes full of a pain that made your chest tighten. “What’s there to talk about?”, he asked bitterly. “I shouldn’t have let things go that far. I should’ve known better. Hell, I do know better, but I still let it happen”.

You could feel the hurt welling up inside you, a deep ache that threatened to overwhelm you, but you swallowed it down, trying to focus on what he was saying, trying to understand the depth of his anger and guilt.

“You’re fucking 18, (Y/N)!”, he hissed, his voice trembling with emotion. “I’m like your damn brother! I watched you grow up! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”.

The rawness in his voice cut through you, making you flinch. You could see the torment in his eyes, the way he was grappling with everything that had happened, and the self-loathing that seemed to be eating him alive. He wasn’t just angry—he was devastated by the situation, by the thought that he had crossed a line he could never uncross.

“Dean…”, you began, your voice barely above a whisper, but he cut you off again, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the thoughts that were tormenting him.

“No”, he said, his tone harsh and filled with regret. “This isn’t right. You’re too young. I’m supposed to protect you, not… not do this”. He gestured vaguely, his frustration evident as he struggled to find the right words. “I’m supposed to be better than this”.

You could see the guilt tearing him apart, the way he was punishing himself for what had happened, and it hurt to see him like this, to see him so lost and conflicted. But at the same time, his words stung. They made you feel like a mistake, like what you had shared last night was something to be ashamed of, and that hurt more than anything.

“Dean, please”, you tried again, your voice trembling. “It wasn’t you. I wanted it. I’m not a kid anymore”.

He let out a bitter laugh, the sound devoid of any real humor. “You say that, but you don’t get it. I’m not just some guy, (Y/N). I’m your family, or at least I’m supposed to be. I shouldn’t have let this happen, no matter how much I wanted it”.

The admission that he had wanted it too made your heart skip a beat, but it was quickly overshadowed by the despair in his voice, the way he seemed to be drowning in his own guilt. You could see that he was struggling, that he was trying to push you away to protect you, but all it was doing was tearing both of you apart.

His gaze flickered with a mix of anger, guilt, and something deeper, something that hurt you even more because it was so tightly intertwined with his love for you. You watched as his fists clenched at his sides, the tension in his body nearly vibrating with the conflict inside him.

He shook his head again, more forcefully this time, as if trying to shake loose the thoughts that were tormenting him. His face twisted with disgust— at himself. “This is so damn wrong”, he muttered, more to himself than to you. “It’s disgusting”.

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Disgusting. The word echoed in your mind, making you feel small and ashamed. You could see that he wasn’t directing the disgust at you, but it was hard not to internalize it, to not feel like everything that had happened was a mistake, something dirty and wrong.

“Dean, please don’t say that…”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “It wasn’t disgusting. It meant something. It—”.

But before you could finish, Dean turned away, his jaw tight, his expression twisted in a grimace of self-loathing. “I need to get out of here”, he said abruptly, cutting you off once more. The tone of his voice left no room for argument. He was shutting down, pulling away from you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, didn’t wait to hear what you had to say. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there. The sound of the door closing behind him echoed through the empty house, a final punctuation to the words he had left unsaid.

As the silence settled in, you were left alone with your thoughts, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. The night before had felt like something special, something profound, but now it was tainted by the guilt and disgust Dean had thrown over it like a shadow. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you fought them back, refusing to let yourself break down.

But as much as you tried to hold it together, the pain in your chest was overwhelming.

The realization of what you'd done, of how you'd pushed him, hit you with full force. You hated yourself for it—for crossing that line, for thinking that what happened between you could be anything more than a mistake. The tears started to flow, hot and unchecked, trailing down your cheeks as you fought to hold in the sobs that threatened to escape.

What had you been thinking? How could you have been so foolish? Dean had always seen you as his little sister, someone to protect, someone he loved but not in the way you had hoped. The weight of that realization crushed you, making it hard to breathe. You had ruined everything, tainted the relationship you cherished more than anything else.

Your lip quivered as more tears fell, and you could no longer stand to be out in the open, exposed and vulnerable. You quickly, but quietly, made your way back to your room, desperate for the sanctuary of your bed. Once inside, you locked the door behind you, needing to put a barrier between yourself and the rest of the world. You didn’t want to face anyone—not Dean, not Sam, not Jody or Claire or Alex. You couldn’t bear the thought of them seeing you like this, of knowing what you had done.

You crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over your head as if that could somehow shield you from the pain, from the guilt and the shame that was eating away at you. The tears kept coming, soaking the pillow beneath your head as you curled into a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

You replayed the night in your mind over and over again, the moments that had felt so right now twisted and distorted by the harsh light of morning. You thought of Dean's words, of the look in his eyes when he called it disgusting, and the ache in your chest deepened. You felt like you had lost something precious, something irreplaceable, and you didn't know how to get it back.

The sobs finally broke free, muffled by the blanket as you cried into your pillow.

Eventually, the exhaustion from crying so hard began to take its toll, and your sobs quieted, replaced by a hollow emptiness. You stared at the wall, your eyes red and puffy, your heart feeling like it had been shattered into a million pieces. The self-loathing gnawed at you, making you feel like you didn’t deserve any comfort, any solace.

You lay there for what felt like hours, too drained to move, too defeated to care about anything else. All you wanted was to disappear, to escape from the reality of what you had done, and to forget that anything had ever happened.

By the time noon rolled around, the house was starting to come alive with the sounds of breakfast being prepared. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of bacon on the stove, and the smell of pancakes filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension that had lingered the night before. Despite his best efforts to push the memories of the previous night aside, Dean found it hard to forget. The words he had said, the look on your face, the way you had clung to him—all of it haunted him.

He had spent the morning trying to distract himself, throwing himself into mundane tasks to keep his mind occupied, but it was no use. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you—saw the hurt in your eyes when he lashed out, saw the vulnerability that had been so raw and real. It tore at him, gnawed at his insides, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He wasn’t even sure if it could be fixed.

Finally, when the smell of bacon and pancakes became too enticing to ignore, he decided to head downstairs. The hunger gnawing at his stomach was a welcome distraction, something simple and easy to focus on.

As he descended the stairs, Dean was careful to look around, his eyes scanning the living room and kitchen for any sign of you. But you weren’t there. Instead, he found Jody at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced ease, while Sam poured coffee into mugs at the counter. Claire and Alex were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting animatedly, their voices carrying an easy, carefree tone that felt jarring compared to the heaviness in Dean’s chest.

“Morning, Dean”, Jody called out with a smile as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “You’re just in time. Pancakes are almost ready”.

Dean forced a smile, trying to match the lightness in her voice. “Morning. Smells great”. His voice sounded more normal than he felt, and he was grateful for the small victory.

Sam looked up from his coffee, giving Dean a curious look. “You sleep okay?”, he asked, his tone casual, but there was an edge of concern there, as if he could sense that something was off.

Dean shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “Yeah, just fine. You?”.

Sam nodded, but his eyes lingered on Dean for a moment longer, as if trying to read something in his expression. “Same here”.

Jody flipped another pancake onto the growing stack on a plate beside her, then turned to Dean with a curious look. "Where’s (Y/N)?", she asked, her voice casual but with a hint of concern beneath it.

Dean’s heart skipped a beat at the question. He knew this moment would come, but he wasn’t prepared for the rush of guilt that hit him when Jody asked about you. He forced himself to stay calm, to not let the turmoil he was feeling show on his face.

"I’m not sure", Dean replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "She might still be upstairs. Probably just needed some extra sleep after last night".

Jody nodded, accepting his answer, but there was still a flicker of worry in her eyes. "I’ll save her some breakfast", she said, her voice gentle. "Maybe she just needs a little time to herself".

Dean nodded, grateful that Jody wasn’t pressing the issue further. The last thing he needed was for anyone to start asking questions he wasn’t ready to answer. He took a sip of his coffee, the warmth doing little to ease the cold knot of anxiety in his stomach.

As they all settled in to eat, Dean found it hard to concentrate on the conversation around the table. His mind kept drifting back to you—wondering if you were okay. He wanted to go up to your room, to talk to you, but he didn’t know what he would say, didn’t know if he could face the pain in your eyes again.

Jody must have noticed Dean’s distraction because she gave him a soft smile. "Dean, why don’t you take a plate up to (Y/N) when you’re done? She might appreciate the gesture".

Dean hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I’ll do that", he said, though the thought of facing you after everything that had happened filled him with a sense of dread.

As the meal continued, Dean tried his best to engage in the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. The thought of losing you, of damaging your relationship beyond repair, was almost too much to bear.

When breakfast was finally over, Dean took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew he needed to do. He loaded a plate with pancakes and bacon, then grabbed a fork before heading upstairs.

As he stood outside your door, his hand hovering over the doorknob, he hesitated. The fear of what he might find on the other side, the fear of seeing the hurt in your eyes again, almost made him turn back. But he knew he couldn’t avoid this forever. Taking a deep breath, he gently knocked on your door, hoping that you’d let him in.

Dean stood outside your door, his heart heavy with uncertainty as he waited for a response. When he finally heard your voice, it was soft, almost muffled, as you mumbled that you wanted to be alone and weren’t feeling well. The words stung more than he expected.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his own emotions in check. “Alright”, he murmured through the door, his voice low and rough. “I’ll just leave your breakfast out here if you want it”. He placed the plate carefully on the floor in front of your door, lingering for a moment longer, hoping you might change your mind and open the door. But when nothing happened, he sighed quietly and turned away.

As he made his way back downstairs, his thoughts were a jumbled mess of guilt, regret, and a deep sadness that he couldn’t shake. He hated knowing that you were hurting, and he hated even more that he was the cause of it. The kitchen was still bustling with activity when he returned, the others chatting and laughing as they cleaned up from breakfast.

Dean forced a smile as he rejoined the group, though it felt hollow. “She’s not feeling well”, he said, his voice steady but lacking its usual warmth. “Just wants to rest for a while”.

Claire smirked and nudged Alex. “Probably has a killer hangover”, she teased, her tone lighthearted.

The others chuckled, and even Jody shook her head with a small smile. “Well, she did have a lot to drink last night”, Jody said, her tone motherly but amused. “I’m sure she’ll feel better after some rest”.

Dean nodded, playing along with the easy explanation, but his thoughts were far from lighthearted. He couldn’t shake the image of you, alone in your room, likely hurting far more than you were letting on. The guilt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of how badly he had messed things up.

As the others continued to clean up and chat, Dean found himself withdrawing, the conversation around him fading into the background.

You stayed in your room for the rest of the day, the walls around you feeling like both a sanctuary and a prison. The heaviness in your chest hadn’t lifted, and the thought of facing anyone, especially Dean, was too overwhelming. You tried to distract yourself, but every time you closed your eyes, you saw Dean’s face, heard his words, and felt the crushing weight of what had happened between you.

As the hours passed, the daylight faded, and the quiet of the evening settled over the house. You hadn’t moved from your bed, hadn’t even touched the breakfast Dean had left outside your door. The idea of eating made your stomach turn, and all you wanted was to be alone with your thoughts, no matter how painful they were.

The knock on your door startled you out of your daze. It was gentle, tentative, and after a moment, you heard Sam’s voice on the other side.

“(Y/N)?”, he called softly, his tone careful, as if he didn’t want to intrude. “It’s Sam. I brought you some dinner. Can you open the door for me?”.

You hesitated, the weight of the day pressing down on you. Part of you wanted to ignore him, to stay hidden away in your room and avoid everyone, but another part of you knew that Sam wouldn’t leave until he was sure you were okay. Sam had always been the more patient of the brothers, the one who could read between the lines, and you knew that if you didn’t answer, he would only worry more.

With a heavy sigh, you slowly got out of bed and made your way to the door. Your movements felt sluggish, your limbs heavy with exhaustion and the emotional toll of the day. When you reached the door, you paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before you finally opened it.

Sam stood there, holding a plate of food in one hand, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. He glanced down at the untouched breakfast plate still sitting on the floor and frowned slightly, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he looked up at you, his eyes soft with sympathy.

“Hey”, he said gently, offering you a small, reassuring smile. “Thought you might be hungry”.

You shook your head slightly, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m not, really. But… thanks”.

Sam hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between respecting your space and wanting to help. The concern in his eyes was palpable, and you could see that he was struggling with whether or not to press the issue. Finally, he let out a soft sigh, stepping a little closer but still keeping a respectful distance.

"(Y/N)", he began, his voice gentle and full of care, "I can tell something’s bothering you. You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but… I’m here if you need to. What’s going on?”.

You hesitated, your heart tightening in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to drag Sam into the mess that had unfolded between you and Dean. You knew Sam was just trying to help, but the thought of opening up about what had really happened felt impossible. It was too raw, too confusing, and you didn’t want to burden him with it.

Instead, you let out a heavy sigh and turned away, walking back over to your bed. You didn’t want to lie to Sam, but you couldn’t tell him the whole truth either. So you sat down on the edge of the bed, your shoulders slumping with the weight of everything you were carrying, and settled on telling him about something else that had been on your mind—Jake.

“It’s… it’s about Jake”, you finally said, your voice subdued. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. "I thought… I thought maybe it was going somewhere, you know? But he sent me a message last night, saying he got back together with his ex. I guess it just… it hit me harder than I expected”.

Sam listened carefully, his brow furrowing in sympathy as he took in your words. He knew that this wasn’t the whole story, that there was more to your sadness than just Jake, but he also knew better than to push you when you weren’t ready to open up.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N)”, he said softly, his tone filled with understanding. “I know that kind of thing can hurt, especially when you’re hoping for something more. But it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. Sometimes things just don’t work out the way we want them to”.

You nodded, appreciating his attempt to comfort you, even though your heart wasn’t entirely in it. Jake’s message had hurt, yes, but it wasn’t the real reason you were feeling so lost and broken.

Sam seemed to sense that you weren’t ready to dive deeper, and so he didn’t push further. Instead, he offered you a small, reassuring smile. “If you need anything, or if you want to talk more later, I’m here. We all are”.

You managed a weak smile in return, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “Thanks, Sam. I appreciate it”.

With that, Sam gave you one last concerned look before quietly leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as he was gone, you felt the weight of everything settle over you once more. The loneliness, the confusion, the pain of what had happened with Dean—it all came crashing back, leaving you feeling hollow and lost.

You curled up on the bed once more, pulling the blanket around you like a cocoon, trying to shut out the world and the emotions swirling inside you.

Down in the living room, the atmosphere was quieter than usual. The group had gathered to watch a movie, but the usual lighthearted banter and jokes were noticeably absent. The tension from earlier still hung in the air, and despite their best efforts, everyone could feel the underlying unease that hadn’t yet been resolved.

Dean sat a bit apart from the others, nursing a glass of whiskey. He was trying to focus on the movie, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you—upstairs, alone, hurting. He hated how things had gone, hated that he’d been the one to push you away when you needed him the most. The whiskey burned as it went down, but it did little to numb the guilt that gnawed at him.

When Sam finally returned from upstairs, the look on his face said everything. He sighed heavily as he approached the group, clearly concerned but trying to respect your need for space.

“She said she wants to be alone for a bit”, Sam informed the others, his voice low. “She’s upset about Jake. Apparently, he got back with his ex. She’s taking it pretty hard”.

The others exchanged sympathetic looks, their concern for you evident. Claire and Alex were particularly quiet, their usual energy subdued as they processed what Sam had said. Jody frowned, her motherly instincts kicking in as she glanced toward the stairs, clearly wanting to go check on you herself but respecting your need for privacy.

Dean felt a sinking sensation in his gut as Sam’s words sank in. The realization hit him hard—this was why you had wanted to go home last night. You were hurting over Jake, and in your vulnerable state, he had… Dean couldn’t even finish the thought. The guilt that had been simmering all day boiled over, and he felt like he had taken advantage of you, even if that hadn’t been his intention. He should have known better. He should have been there for you as a friend, as the person who was supposed to protect you—not complicate things further.

He hesitated, his mind racing with what he should do next. Sitting there, wallowing in guilt, wasn’t going to help anyone—especially not you. You were upstairs, hurting, and he knew he needed to make this right. But how? The mess he’d made wasn’t something that could be easily fixed with a few words or a simple apology. It was deeper than that.

Finally, he made up his mind. He couldn’t leave things the way they were. You deserved better than that. He stood up, setting his whiskey glass down with a bit more force than necessary, causing the others to look up at him in surprise.

“I’ll go talk to her”, Dean mumbled, his voice rough with determination. He needed to do this, to at least try and make amends. “Don’t wait up for me”.

No one argued with him, though the concern in their eyes was clear. Jody gave him a small, encouraging nod, while Sam watched him with that careful, knowing look that only a brother could give. Dean didn’t wait for any further response. He turned and headed for the stairs, his heart pounding as he made his way to your room.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked softly. “It’s me”, he said quietly, not sure if you’d even want to see him. “Can I come in?”.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he heard the faint sound of movement from the other side of the door. The lock clicked, and the door opened just a crack. Dean’s heart twisted at the sight of your face peeking out at him, your eyes red and swollen from crying.

You didn’t say anything, just looked at him with a mixture of emotions that made his chest tighten. He didn’t wait for an invitation; he stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him.

Dean hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of you standing there, looking so lost and small. The room was heavy with the weight of unspoken words and emotions, and he wasn’t sure how to begin, how to navigate the tangled mess that lay between you now.

You kept your gaze fixed on the floor, your arms wrapped around yourself as if trying to hold yourself together. The sight of you like this—so vulnerable, so clearly hurting—made Dean’s chest tighten with guilt and regret.

He stumbled over his words, the usual confidence in his voice faltering as he finally spoke. “Is..Is it really about Jake?”, he asked, his voice rough and uncertain. “Or… is it… about me?”.

The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded with meaning. He wasn’t sure what he expected you to say, wasn’t even sure if he wanted to hear the answer. But he knew he needed to ask it, needed to understand what was really going on between you.

You didn’t respond right away, your silence only adding to the tension in the room. Dean took a tentative step closer, his heart aching as he watched you. He wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms and make everything better, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. Nothing about this was simple.

Finally, you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with tear-filled eyes. The raw emotion in your expression made his heart clench, and he knew, in that moment, that this wasn’t about Jake.

You bit your lip, trying to keep it from trembling, but it was no use. Fresh tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as the weight of everything came crashing down on you. The memory of Dean’s words from earlier—the way he had called what happened between you “disgusting”—echoed in your mind, making the ache in your chest even worse.

Unable to stand any longer, you let yourself sink down onto the edge of your bed, your legs feeling too weak to support you. The shame, the confusion, and the overwhelming sadness you felt were almost too much to bear. You wanted to say something, to explain, but the words caught in your throat, choked by the emotions that were threatening to spill over.

Dean watched you, his heart breaking as he saw the tears streaming down your face. The sight of you like this—so lost, so hurt—made him feel like the worst person in the world. He had never meant to make you feel this way, never meant to cause you this kind of pain. But he had, and now he didn’t know how to fix it.

He took another step closer, hesitating for a moment before kneeling down in front of you. He wanted to be on your level, to show you that he wasn’t above you, wasn’t trying to distance himself from you.

Dean hesitated for a moment, his hands hovering uncertainly before he finally reached out and gently took your hands in his. The contact was warm, comforting in a way, but it also carried the weight of everything that had passed between you. He swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion, as he tried to find the right words to explain the turmoil inside him.

"This… this can never lead anywhere", he started, his voice low and strained. The words seemed to hurt him as much as they hurt you, but he forced them out, knowing he had to say them. "I'm twenty years older than you, (Y/N). I’m supposed to be protecting you, looking out for you… like a brother. That’s what I’m supposed to be. Not this”.

His grip on your hands tightened slightly, as if he was trying to anchor himself, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that were tearing him apart. "You're just confused right now", he continued, his voice trembling. "With everything that's happened—with Jake and all that… You're hurting, and I get that. But this isn’t the answer. I can’t… we can’t let this go any further".

You could feel his hands shaking slightly as he spoke, and the tears that had been welling up in your eyes finally spilled over, running down your cheeks. You had known, deep down, that this was what he was going to say, but hearing the words still cut through you like a knife.

"It's not about Jake. It’s… it’s about you. How I feel about you", you whispered, your voice breaking.

Dean closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face as he struggled with your words. "You think that now", he said, his voice rough. "But you’re young. You have your whole life ahead of you. You don’t want to be tied down to someone like me. You deserve better. You deserve someone who can give you a future, someone who isn’t…".

He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, his eyes opening to meet yours, filled with a sadness that made your heart ache even more. "I can’t be that person for you", he finished quietly. "As much as I might… I.. I can’t".

The pain in his voice was almost unbearable, and you could see how much he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. But despite everything he was saying, despite the barriers he was trying to put up between you, there was a part of you that couldn’t let go, couldn’t accept that this was how things had to be.

You shook your head, fresh tears spilling over as you tried to make him understand. "Dean, it’s not about age, or what’s supposed to happen. I know what I want, and I’m not just confused. I’m not a kid anymore".

Dean’s grip on your hands tightened, his expression torn. "But I’m supposed to protect you from things like this", he whispered, his voice hoarse. "From me. I can’t… I can’t do this to you, (Y/N). It’s not right".

The room was thick with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. You could see the conflict in Dean’s eyes, the way he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you. And yet, despite everything, the connection between you— the emotions that had been building for so long—remained, a stubborn flame that refused to be extinguished.

In that moment, you realized that no matter what he said, no matter how hard he tried to push you away, the feelings you had for each other weren’t going to disappear. They were too deep, too real. But whether or not you could ever act on them was a question neither of you had an answer to.

"Please", Dean said, his voice barely more than a whisper, filled with anguish. "Please don’t make this harder than it already is".

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, you both sat there in silence, holding onto each other as if you were afraid to let go.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your breath hitched as you gathered the courage to ask the question that had been burning in the back of your mind. It was a question you were terrified to know the answer to, but you knew you couldn’t move forward without asking it. Your voice broke as you whispered, the words trembling on your lips, “Dean..do you… do you like me?”.

You looked up at Dean through tear-filled lashes, your gaze searching his face for any sign of what he might be feeling. The vulnerability in your eyes was mirrored in his own, but there was also a deep sadness that made your chest tighten.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 10

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itacats · 29 days ago

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Butcher Shop Connection

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, heat exhaustion, passing out, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: The sweltering heat in the butcher shop forces a long-hidden truth to surface as you collapse under the weight of your own defenses. Simon, ever watchful, catches you in your moment of vulnerability, uncovering the marks you’ve tried so hard to conceal. His shock gives way to quiet fury and unyielding care, his promise of support a lifeline in a sea of shame and fear.

A/N: This chapter is brought to you by confronting your demons in a poorly ventilated butcher shop! It’s a tough one—unmasking wounds is never easy, but sometimes it takes a little heat (and a collapse) to remind us we can’t shoulder everything alone. Simon’s reaction? Chef’s kiss. A balance of rage on your behalf and the kind of steady reassurance we all deserve.✨

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Part 4 - When the Mask Slips

The butcher shop is bathed in the lazy glow of the late afternoon sun, its golden rays filtering through the dusty windows to light up the space in soft amber hues. The air is thick and oppressive, the old fan overhead doing little more than stirring the heavy warmth. The scents of fresh pork and beef, normally comforting, seem almost stifling under the weight of the summer heat. You and Simon are tucked into the far corner of the shop, where the light barely reaches, your voice bouncing softly between the walls as the day drags on.

Simon, ever watchful, notices the sheen of sweat on your forehead as it glints under the dim shop lights. His sharp gaze narrow, and his lips pull into that familiar smirk—part teasing, part genuine concern. "Oi, mate, you don’t have to roast yourself alive in that jacket, you know," he quips, his Manchester accent turning the words into a melody of care disguised as humor.

You wave him off, your laugh light but strained. "I’m fine. Just a little warm, that’s all," you reply, wiping at your brow with the back of your hand. The jacket feels heavier than usual, but you can’t take it off. You won’t.

Simon studies you, his brow furrowing as the teasing gives way to something more serious. He leans forward, the golden light catching the faded tattoos peeking from under his rolled sleeves. "Come on, seriously. Take it off before you keel over. It’s like an oven in here."

You shake your head, clinging to your stubbornness. "Really, I’m fine," you insist, though your voice wavers just enough for Simon to notice. The heat feels like it’s crawling up your spine, making it harder to focus, but you force a smile, determined to convince him—and yourself—that you’re okay.

But you’re not. The world tilts unexpectedly, the golden light dimming as your vision swims. Simon’s voice becomes distant, muffled, as the floor rushes up to meet you. Then, nothing. Only darkness.

When your eyes flutter open, the fluorescent lights above you are stark and glaring, a sharp contrast to the warm glow of the butcher shop. The room feels cooler, calmer, but the weight in your chest is heavier than ever. Your senses are slow to return, but the first thing you register is a hand gripping yours, firm and reassuring. Simon. His face hovers above yours, his eyes wide with concern, his hair slightly mussed as though he’s run his hands through it too many times.

"Hey, hey, you’re awake," he says, his voice soft but insistent, tinged with worry. "You scared the hell out of me."

You try to sit up, but he gently presses you back down. "Not so fast, love. Just take it easy for a second."

His words are a blur, swirling around your hazy mind as you try to piece together what happened. The oppressive heat, the stubborn jacket, and then—nothing. Your heart sinks as the realization dawns on you. Your jacket. You tug at it instinctively, but Simon’s already a step ahead of you, his hands carefully easing it off your shoulders.

"Let me help you," he says, his tone firm but kind. You want to stop him, to argue, but your body feels too heavy, your mind too foggy to resist.

As the jacket slips away, the truth beneath it is laid bare. The bruises and cuts you’ve worked so hard to conceal come into view, their stark contrast against your skin telling a story you’ve fought to keep hidden. Some marks are fresh, angry and red, while others have faded into yellowed ghosts of pain long past. Your arms, your neck, even your collarbone—it’s all there, exposed under the unforgiving fluorescent light.

Simon freezes. His breath hitches audibly, and his eyes widen in shock. His gaze flickers across your skin, taking in the evidence of a life you’ve never spoken about, the weight you’ve carried alone. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches out, brushing against your cheek. The motion dislodges the carefully applied makeup you’d used to cover the worst of it, and he stares as the mask crumbles, piece by piece.

"Who did this to you?" he whispers, his voice low and rough, a mix of fury and heartbreak. His eyes meet yours, searching for answers, his expression a tangle of emotions—rage, confusion, sorrow, and something deeper, something tender and unyielding.

Tears prick at your eyes as you look away, shame and fear coiling tightly in your chest. You try to pull back, to shield yourself from his gaze, but Simon doesn’t let go. His grip on your hand tightens, not in anger but in reassurance, a silent promise that he won’t let you face this alone.

"You don’t have to hide from me," he says, his voice steady despite the storm in his eyes. "Not anymore."

Here's the current post schedule with some upcoming stories to look forward to!

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ckret2 · 1 year ago

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✨⚠️ Wasting Away Again in the Goldilocks Zone ⚠️✨

If you're new here, this is one of those "human Bill in the Mystery Shack" redemption fics, you know the drill: Bill illegally escapes death via reincarnation; the Shack crew imprisons him til they can figure out how to kill him; but they won't, because Bill's gonna make friends with them and literally everybody else in town. Whether they like it or not.

Featuring!! The slowest redemption arc you've ever read; "human" Bill that doesn't decide being trapped in an alien body is fine; show-style episodic plot structure; individual plot arcs for characters you've never even cared about; so canon compatible we even include the dang coloring book; and so TBOB-compatible over a year before TBOB came out that I'm considering taking up a position as the Oracle of Delphi just so Apollo stops barraging me with dodgeballs.

New chapter every Friday, 5pm CST! Yes, that includes this Friday!

For art, doodles, upcoming scene excerpts, and posts about characterization & plot plans, see my #bill goldilocks cipher tag. For the fic itself, the first few chapters are on AO3, but tumblr's 60 chapters ahead:

⛓️ 1 Part 1. Bill returns, in a bedsheet toga.

⛓️ 1 Part 2. Bill tries to murder the Stans & Soos (with time travel).

⛓️ 2. Dipper and Mabel save the day (with time travel).

⛓️ 3. A tense evening as the Pines prepare to get rid of Bill.

⛓️ 4. Plot twist: the Pines physically can't get rid of Bill.

⛓️ 5. The gang goes to a diner at 3 a.m. for hostage negotiations.

⛓️ 6. Bill escapes from Theraprism. [NEW!!!]

⛓️ 7. "How'd Bill get here" flashback; plus, entering his new prison.

💇‍♀️ 8. Bill gives himself a haircut and depression.

💇‍♀️ 9. Bill & Ford grudgingly have a sincere conversation; regret it.

💇‍♀️ 10. The kids decide Bill won't ruin their summer. Also: Pacifica!

📓🔺📓 TBOB BOUNDARY: Everything above this line has been edited for 100% compatibility with The Book Of Bill and posted to AO3! Everything after this line has not been edited... so it's only 98% TBOB compatible. 📓🔺📓

🧚 11. Mabel gives Bill the most beautiful makeover ever. (It's not.)

🧚 12. Pacifica advertises Harry's Hairy Fairy Formula. Bill wants it.

🧚 13. Pacifica refuses to share; the twins discover its side effects.

🧚 14. Mabel wins Bill's eternal friendship with arts & crafts.

💭 15. Bill, Ford, and Dipper have nightmares that are Bill's fault.

💎 16. Ford has a fun day with Mabel but everything goes wrong.

💎 17. The day goes right again thanks to healthy communication.

🎥 18. Mabel's Guide To Local Animals, co-starring Bill Cipher.

🧊 19. Wendy snoops into the weird things happening in the shack.

🧊 20. Wendy meets the weird thing (it's Bill).

🎂 21. Stan & Ford's birthday party! Bill gives evil gifts.

💭 22. Bill "helps" Dipper's nightmares; no one knows his motive.

👁️ 23. Bill's ex is back in town and nobody's happy about it.

👁️ 24. Everyone's even less happy to learn Bill has a sex life.

🧿 25. Mabel and Bill make friendship bracelets! :)

🧿 26. The Pines take Bill to the mall. He wears terrible things.

🧿 27. Bill breaks Mabel's heart (and panics to fix it).

🏳️‍🌈 28. Bill talks his way into going with Wendy to Rainbow Club.

🎃 29. Bill contacts the Henchmaniacs on Summerween morning.

🎃 30. Costume making. Mabel pries into Bill's past, with crayons.

🎃 31. The Trickster's pals trick-or-treat; and Bill terrifies Dipper.

🪮 32. Dipper & Mabel make a poppet to control Bill.

🦷 33. Stan takes Bill to the dentist. In handcuffs.

🦷 34. Dentist & tooth fairy attack. Stan & Bill are still handcuffed.

🦷 35. Bill & Stan reach a painful understanding and stop the fairy.

🛁 36. Anime night; and Mabel makes Bill do community service.

🛁 37. Bill plots escape and runs into Wendy. Dipper panics.

🛁 38. Bill has the worst and stupidest day of his afterlife.

🌅 39. A cultist finds Bill; Bill tries to re-recruit Ford.

🚙 40. Gideon broadcasts car commercials; invokes Bill's wrath.

🚙 41. Bill apologizes for bullying Gideon. lol no he blackmails him.

🌕 42. Bill tells Dipper secrets of the universe; predicts an eclipse.

🌖 43. Gravity is disappearing; Ford and Fiddleford investigate.

🌗 44. Ford & Dipper drag Bill hiking; Bill faces his death.

🌘 45. Ford demands answers Bill can't give as totality looms.

🌑 46. Totality. Bill decides whether Ford lives or dies.

🌒 47. Bill feels rotten but finally explains the eclipse.

🌓 48. Bill has a complete mental breakdown.

🌔 49. The gang limps home. (Plus: a second dimensional eclipse.)

💿 50. Bill finally processes that mental breakdown.

💿 51. Dipper and Mabel try to remember the Axolotl's poem.

📖 52. The gang reads Flatworld. Bill isn't thrilled.

📖 53. Mabel tries to get Bill to talk about his home world.

⚛️ 54. Dipper, Ford, and Fiddleford do paradox physics.

📖 55. Mabel learns college-level geometry.

📖 56. Mabel & Bill have fun; Dipper & Ford prepare for murder.

💀 57. The execution of Bill Cipher.

💀 58. Everything you wondered about how Bill escaped.

💀 59. Everything you didn't wonder about how Bill escaped.

💀 60. Everything you never imagined about how Bill escaped.

✨✨ THE APOXOLOTLYPSE ✨✨

🪐 61. The Axolotl finds the second dimension's corpse. ✨

🪐 62. The 2D massacre is so much worse than the Ax thought.

🪐 63. A building inspection in the Nightmare Realm.

🪐 64. Even when Bill fixes things he breaks them.

🪐 65. A shape meets Bill as the world burns.

🪐 66. The gods & Bill negotiate him leaving Dimension Zero.

🪐 67. The gods deal with Bill not leaving Dimension Zero.

🪐 68. Bill is so much worse than the Ax thought.

🪐 69. THE END: the gods and Bill settle into a new status quo.

📙 70. Soos vacuums the attic (wow exciting)

📙 71. Soos decides how he feels about Bill's treatment.

📙 72. Fixin it with Soos: home redecorating!

🎥 73. The gang makes plans for the night.

🎥 74. Dipper's Guide to the Fremont Nightwigglers

🎥 75. Mabel's Guide to Secret Sleepovers

🎥 76. The aftermath of everybody pulling all-nighters.

🏖️ 77. Beach episode! The Pines fish! Bill tans!

🏖️ 78. Bigfoot, Agent Powers, and the cool teen gang.

Hey!! I posted chapters 61-69 AFTER this chapter, so if you've been reading along and HAVEN'T seen those yet, go back and make sure you've read them!

🏖️ 79. A post-fishing trip evening. The calm before the feds.

COMING SOON:

🕴️ 80. The government investigates the Mystery Shack... again.

The chapters have been renumbered!

Chapter 61 about the destruction of Bill's dimension was scheduled to post the week TBOB came out, so I skipped it and posted chapter 62 with Soos. By the time I rewrote chapter 61... it was 9 chapters long. I've now renumbered all the chapters to squeeze in ch 61-69.

This post was last updated December 17, 2024! If you're seeing this post as a reblog and it's been a while since then, check back on the original post to see if more's been added!

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macfrog · 1 year ago

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ride it, cowgirl cowboy like me chapter ten

hey dudes. anyone up for some dbf? i seriously can't thank you guys enough for all the love y'all show this series. blows my mind every time. i have been super excited for this chapter for a WHILE. might be my fave so far. who knows. you can grab chapters 1-9 on my masterlist and also my ao3 if ur feeling fancy. love u all sm!!!!!! ✨💘💫

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: joel picks you up from a girls’ night. you’ve plans for when you get home

warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) reader isn't an astrology girlie (sorry), more pining beCAUSE, alcohol consumption + a mention of the devil’s lettuce, very quick bit of unwanted touching, even quicker bit of protective joel, soft!joel, softdom!joel, one tiny mention of daddy, protected piv sex this time (feeling conservative slutty max will return), reader rides him into the sunset, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), cursing

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You lazily drag yourself over and over Joel’s dick, each stroke drawing you nearer and nearer to your high. When your body starts to falter, you feel him shift, and open your eyes to see him leaning over to the nightstand. His fingers grip the rim of the black cowgirl hat you’d worn that night. He lies back, flat against the mattress, and reaches up, placing the hat on top of your head. You smile. Joel speaks in a low, gentle, but commanding whisper. “There you go, cowgirl. Show me how it’s done.”

You never believed much in the power of the universe. Astrology, moons, manifestation. Whatever. None of it ever really meant much to you. You knew your star sign, knew which cool little symbol resembled you, and that was about it. Everything past that was…confusing and, frankly, a little overwhelming.

However.

If the universe were to send you a sign, one huge, fluorescent, multi-colored, in-your-face sign, that it was on your side…this weekend might just be it.

Your dad’s downstairs, finishing up packing for his work trip. His departure is imminent. Sarah’s been in Nashville since last night. A series of texts she sent you at 3AM riddled with spelling errors and heart emojis tell you she’s been having a pretty good time so far.

You are Joel are…alone. All by yourselves. For a whole…twenty hours.

Can’t have it all, I guess.

Your eyes skim down the texts you sent him this morning, texts he is yet to reply to.

You: Merry Christmas!!!

You took his non-reply for confusion – he is almost fifty, maybe he doesn’t get the joke? It’s a pretty lame joke, anyways. Very lame. If your thumb hovers over the send button before you press it, it’s probably not that great a joke. And your thumb had most definitely hovered. So, you’d followed it up.

You: As in, today’s the day

You: I don’t mean it’s actually Christmas

You: I mean like, happy ‘we’re finally gonna be alone again’ day

You: Never mind

“Hello?” Anna’s voice cuts through your train of thought. “Are you even listening to me?”

You drop your phone, shaking your head clear of Joel. “Yep. Sorry. Just didn’t catch that last part. You froze.”

The image of her on your – pretty fucking dusty – laptop screen rolls its eyes, knowing you’re lying. “I don’t know whether to go with the pink or the black boots,” she says.

“Ain’t your dress yellow?”

Her head falls into her hands. She throws herself down onto her bed and slides her laptop closer. “That was, like, ten minutes ago. I’m goin’ with the pink strappy one now.”

“Pink does say rodeo.”

“Fuck you,” she snaps through a giggle. “Remind me what you’re wearin’, again.”

“Black hat, black boots, black dress.”

“You’re so boring.”

“Thanks. Really looking forward to our night out.”

Anna snorts and then stands back up, strides over to her closet and resumes rummaging. “Black jacket, too?” she calls over her shoulder.

“Uhuh,” you reply, glancing back down to your phone. “Although – it has rhinestones. And tassels. Not so boring after all, huh?”

Anna’s silence drags your eyes from the text thread back to your laptop screen. She’s frozen in place, twisted around with a dress in her hands, jaw on the floor. “Show it to me. Now.”

“Hold on,” you roll over and off your bed, your shoulder stiff from the position you’d been lying in, “I think I left it downstairs.”

“Tell your dad I say hey!”

You pad down the carpeted stairs in your socks, toward the sunlit hallway.

“Dad, have you seen my– Oh, fuck.”

As you round the corner at the bottom of the stairs, glancing over your left shoulder to the front door, your chest knocks into something hard. Steady. Strong.

Something you recognize the feel of before you’ve given him a proper look.

“Mind your step, baby,” Joel says, and your heart leaps.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” you whisper, peering around his body to look for your dad.

“He’s out front,” Joel tells you, then takes your shoulder and reels you in against his chest. “’m just here to help ‘im with his GPS.”

He plants a kiss on the top of your head and gives you a squeeze. Your head rests safely on his chest, arms link at his back. If you didn’t have plans tonight, and if your dad wasn’t, like, ten feet from you guys right now, you’d never let him go. Just follow him around, vice grip around his waist, surrounded by the smell and feel of him.

Not that that means anything. You’d do other stuff, too. You’re not…you know.

Your dad’s voice streams in through the open door and Joel releases you.

“It ain’t for workin’, Joel, I’m about to throw it at the f– Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey. What’s the matter with your GPS?”

You lean in to the tiny device in his hands. Joel’s elbow comes up to rest on your shoulder.

“Just won’t connect to the car. Every time I plug it in, it just…” He lifts his hands, screen loose in his fingers, and hands you a bewildered look.

You look at him, expressionless. “Why don’t you just use your phone?”

“Because I paid almost a hundred bucks for this thing, and I’ll be damned if I’m– Alright,” he stops himself, eyes shutting in exasperation, “I already explained this to him. I ain’t justifyin’ myself to the two of you.”

Joel’s laughing behind his hand, pretending to scratch his nose when your dad stalks off to the kitchen and throws the device down, snatching the instructions off the table.

The pair of you follow, both still trying to swallow your laughter. Joel wanders around the table and sits down beside your dad, fumbling with the screen. You dive into the coat closet at the bottom of the stairs and fish out your bejeweled, tasseled jacket.

“You lookin’ forward to your girls’ night?” Joel asks, eyes flitting up and down the leather jacket in your hands.

“Mhm,” you reply, opening your mouth to continue when your dad butts in.

“S’posed to be a girls’ night, but that boy Sam’s crashin’ it, ain’t he?”

“Well, we asked him.” You shrug. “It’s his night off.”

Your dad scoffs, shaking his head to Joel, who looks up to you with a confused expression. “’s the big deal with that?”

“Oh, wise up, Miller. He’s only goin’ ‘cause of…” He wags a finger in your direction, and a smirk peels across Joel’s lips.

“Is he, now?”

“Uhuh,” your dad replies, intense stare still on the instructions in front of him. “Makes no damn sense. I plugged it in using the cable they gave me in the box. Stupid thing…”

You shake your head to Joel, who’s still looking at you, bemused. He knows you and Sam are just friends. Also knows your dad is the most oblivious theorist to walk the planet. Just aiming his gun at the wrong target, is all.

“I’m gonna let you two get back to…that,” you say, turning to head back upstairs. “Anna says hi, by the way.”

Your dad’s eyebrows rise once, his eyes never lifting from his GPS. “Hi, Anna.”

“Hey, Anna,” Joel echoes, smirk on his lips.

“Not to you,” you throw back, hopping up the first step. You hear his chuckle as you disappear.

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Anna’s reaction to your jacket in person matches that over Facetime: a deafening squeal. A squeal which she repeats almost every damn time she sees you throughout the night.

“So – fucking – cute!” she exclaims for the fifth time, fingers dancing through the tassels. “And it goes so well with your hat.”

You sip on your cocktail, nodding enthusiastically, pushing your eyebrows up underneath the brim of the black cowgirl hat on your head. Trying to match her energy. Your mind’s elsewhere.

Joel texted you a few hours ago. Told you to have a good night, said something about Sam, but you were stood right next to the dude, so you quickly locked your phone and slipped it back into your clutch.

Now, standing with your back against the wall of Franks, watching Sam play pool with Eve, you feel safe enough to read over the message.

Joel: Have fun baby. Be safe. Tell Sam good luck from me.

You squint at the screen, pulling it away from your face and leaning back in to read it over. Good luck? The fuck does he mean –

You: Good luck??

He replies almost instantly.

Joel: Yeah. Good luck winning you over. Took me, what, a week?

Oh, fuck off. You roll your eyes and throw your phone facedown onto the table where Anna and Kara sit, about twenty minutes deep into a conversation you missed the beginning of.

Your attention turns to the room before you – brick-walled, metal dome lightshades hanging over each pool table. Glass-paneled door to your left leading back through to the main bar. For being a tiny bar on a backstreet, Frank’s is pretty lively. There are bodies everywhere, bumping by each other, drunken arms slung over shoulders, hips swaying with the soft rock song blasting from out front.

You imagine your dad here with Joel, maybe Hank and Bill, too. Playing pool, beer bottles resting on the felt while they take their shot. Or sat on the rooftop, sipping on a whiskey. Talking about you and Sarah. What does Joel say about you when you’re not around?

And what does he want to say, but can’t, ‘cause it’s your dad? What does he think, and bite back when it bubbles to the surface?

Your straw gargles, slurping up the last few sips of your drink. You lean over to Anna and Kara, holding your empty glass up.

“Another?”

They both shake their heads, and you nod, turning on your own back to the bar.

You squeeze between two older women, both dressed smart and sharp. One of them – clutching a Manhattan – shifts out of the way as you pass.

“…one more conversation with him about squash,” she tells her companion, “and I am gonna blow my brains out…”

You edge over to the bar and slot into a free space, propping your elbows up on the wood. One of Sam’s coworkers – her name escapes you – notices you and shuffles over, smiling sweetly.

“How you doin’?” she asks, running a damp cloth inside a tumbler.

“Good,” you reply. “Could I just get a Bud, please?”

“Sure thing,” she says, and reaches behind to grab one. You slide her a note and she hands you change, and then you’re on your way back to the pool room.

As you slink by the two women, a weight knocks into your shoulder, almost sending your beer flying out of your hand.

“Sorry,” a rough voice sputters on your left, and you glance in its direction. Some broad dude in a tight t-shirt.

“’s fine,” you mumble, clutching your hat; a smell of weed choking your throat.

He passes by behind you, one hand lingering a little too long on your waist, and you saunter back over to Anna and Kara.

“That dude stinks, right?” Anna whispers behind a cupped hand, and you snort.

“He smells like he’s having a good night.”

“We’re talking about Romeo and Juliet over there. We’re basically third, fourth, and fifth wheeling,” Kara says, nodding over to Sam and Eve, who’re finished their game of pool and have now graduated to darts.

“I don’t…think that’s a thing.”

“Eve asked me if Sam was single earlier,” Anna says, lifting her straw to her red lips.

“What?” Kara spits out, choking on her drink. “Eve has a boyfriend!”

Anna giggles. “He’s kinda an ass, anyway. Look at them, they’re so sweet.”

“You say sweet, I hear morally wrong.”

“Who says it’s morally wrong?” you chirp, alcohol pushing the words over your lips before your brain’s had time to stop them. Your fingers clutch your phone, still laying on the table where you left it. “You?”

“Uh, it’s cheating, dude. What if Nick found out?”

“’s not that big a deal,” you reply, phone screen lighting your face in a blue hue, “they’re just having fun.”

Anna points to you, lifting her glass. “Here’s to havin’ fun, I guess.”

Kara lifts her own reluctantly and they clink, but you’re distracted. Already typing a message to Joel. Bored. Drunk. Morally wrong.

You: What you doing?

Joel: Watching TV. What you doing?

You: What ya watvhin ?

Joel: None of your business. Go get another drink. Looks like you’re not drunk enough.

You lift your head with a giggle, almost ready to turn your phone around to Anna and Kara and say, look what the dude I’m sleeping with just text me. And then, thankfully, your good sense kicks in and you bring the screen closer to your chest.

You: Kinda bored. Wanna come home now please

Bored, horny. It all means the same.

Joel says he’ll be at Frank’s in twenty minutes. You rest your chin on your palm and watch as Sam cheers Eve for hitting bullseye.

“I think they’re cute,” you whisper.

Anna and Kara are already preoccupied, taking photos of one another across the table. Kara leans into you and you smile, flash blinding your hazy eyes for a few minutes afterward. A few more pictures, couple boomerangs of your glasses cheersing, and then your phone’s vibrating.

Joel: Outside. No rush.

That last part is where he’s wrong. There most definitely is a rush, and it’s in the form of the heat that starts to pool between your legs.

“Alright,” you shimmy off your barstool and stretch your back. “My ride’s here.”

“What?” Anna almost screams, her hand slapping down on the table. “You’re leavin’?”

You nod. “Sorry, babe.”

“Don’t babe me, traitor. It’s, like, midnight.”

“Uh, it’s, like, almost 2AM. I’m tired. I don’t know how y’all do it.”

She sighs, conceding, and agrees to walk with you to the front door. Kara and Eve stop off by the bar to grab another drink. Sam holds the door open for you and Anna and you’re hit by a wave of cold night air, instantly cooling your hot, sweaty skin.

“Is that…Mr. Miller?” Anna asks, mouth falling wide open.

You glance down the street and notice his black truck, parked up by the curb. “Mhm,” you reply, “my dad’s out of town, so he’s picking me up.”

“Can he take me home, too?”

Sam snickers. “Wow, Anna. That’s just…Wow.”

She shrugs, lips closing around her straw as she stares at Joel’s truck. Something inside you lurches at the idea of Joel sitting there, his eyes glued on you, watching everything you do, everyone around you. And then again at the thought of Anna and her doting gaze on him.

“Alright, I guess that’s my cue to skip.”

Anna pouts. “One more drink?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you scoff, patting her head affectionately. I got business to attend to.

You give her a quick kiss on the cheek and Sam wraps an arm around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze before you’re wandering off toward Joel’s truck.

“Hey.” Something – someone – hooks around your elbow, and you turn back. It’s that same guy who stank of weed.

“Hi,” you reply, as sweet as you can, but trying to loosen his grip.

“Saw you inside, you out with friends?”

“Mhm. I’m just leavin’, my–”

“Few of us are headed upstairs. You wanna come?”

You glare at him a few seconds, before yanking your arm from his grasp. “Nah, no thanks. I’m leaving. Have a good night.”

You stagger off, feeling his eyes on you as you go. Joel’s truck headlights switch on, dazzling your eyes, and you quickly click around to the passenger side, throwing yourself in beside him.

Joel doesn’t say hey, doesn’t squeeze your thigh, doesn’t even look at you when you settle into the seat. Just asks –

“Who’s that kid?”

“Uh…not sure. Bumped into ‘im in the bar.”

“He give you trouble?”

“No,” you lean over the console, pulling your seatbelt over your body, and flash him a tipsy grin, “thought that was my job. Givin’ trouble.”

Joel doesn’t reply. Doesn’t take his scowl off the dude outside Frank’s, either. Your eyes meander across to his hand, locked in a tight fist around the wheel. Your smile drops.

“Joel. It’s fine. Can we go?”

When you lift a hand to the crook of his elbow and he feels your warmth on his skin, he tears his gaze away and it lands on you. Soft, gentle. His lip isn’t curled anymore. His brows lift.

His eyes watch your lips as you whisper the words to him.

“Want you to take me home.”

“’s go, pretty girl.”

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Joel refuses, no matter how many times you ask, how hard you bat your eyelashes, how many promises you make, to stop by a drive thru.

“Please?” you ask one last time before he’s pulling in to his neighborhood.

He shakes his head. “Look at that, we’re already home.”

“I ain’t takin’ no for an answer, Miller, not until the engine’s off. We’re still driving.”

He doesn’t reply. Just pulls up in his drive, cuts the engine, and looks at you. Shrugs. “Oops.”

“Fuck you,” you groan, sliding down in your seat. “I’m starvin’.”

“Make you a big breakfast in the mornin’, how’s that sound?”

“Wanted a Big Mac, but whatever.”

Your fingers fumble for the door handle, clicking it open. You roll out of the truck and stroll around to meet Joel at the driver’s side. He snakes an arm around your shoulders, steadying you as you walk up his porch steps and into the house.

“I’m fine,” you murmur, glancing around his living room.

“Alright,” he says, tossing his keys and kicking his boots off.

Your eyes settle on the TV screen, paused. Probably around the time you text him. There’s a crowded hospital room onscreen, doctors in dark blue scrubs, all surrounding someone lying on a bed, someone who looks pretty familiar…

“Is that…fuckin’…Grey’s Anatomy…?”

Joel chuckles, peeling your jacket from your shoulders.

“That’s Meredith! When she–”

“She fell in the damn river,” Joel mutters, placing the tasseled leather over the back of his couch. “Derek had to go in after her. Intense stuff.”

“Right? I told you it was good!” You smack his arm. “I can’t believe you’re watchin’ it without me.”

“I ain’t watchin’ it,” he protests, “it was just on, ‘n I needed something to keep me awake. I’m still rooting for Meredith ‘n George.”

“We can watch it from the beginning.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, moving over to him. “And then I can be over here all the time, and you can make me all the grilled cheese I want, and we can lie in bed and…do stuff.” Your chin rests on his chest, flashing him a toothy grin. Hands swinging in his at your side.

Joel’s eyes narrow, but there’s a smirk on his lips. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. I had a couple drinks. I’m not drunk.”

“H’many fingers am I holdin’ up?” Joel asks, raising his fist. You punch it away.

“Ha-ha,” you say tonelessly, and wander away from him.

“Baby,” he calls you from behind. Sure, you’re tipsy, and he can be a cocky asshole – especially when he has to take care of you, but that’s a sound you’ll never get tired of hearing. Baby. You’re his darlin’, his sweet girl.

You spin around, very nearly losing your footing, and he’s standing with an arm out, ready for you to take.

You smile dumbly. Meander over, and take his strong hand in both of yours, wrapping your fingers around two of his to let him reel you in against his body.

“C’mon,” he whispers, as you lean against his frame. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

You follow him up, knowing where he’s leading you. You’ve spent more time in there the last few weeks than you have your entire life.

His room is cool, not cold, but comfortable. It’s Joel all over; the muted colors, the décor, the smell that calms you as soon as you stumble over the threshold.

He sits you down on the edge of his bed and kneels, pulling your boots off one by one.

You giggle.

“You laughin’ at me?”

“You’re like my own personal tr…No, not trainer. Wait. Personal ch–”

“Chef?” he says, snorting. “Not chef. Try again, soberhead.”

“Oh, I dunno.” You throw your arms up as he sits your boots against the wall, then stands and takes your hat off.

“This,” he says, placing it on the nightstand at your side of the bed, “is very cute. I like it.”

“I’m cute, too, y’know,” you whisper, pouting.

He smiles, and leans down to give you a quick kiss on the lips, pointer finger under your chin.

“The cutest.”

“Ha!” you roar. Joel twists around you to undo the zipper at the back of your dress. “Joel Miller thinks I’m the cutest. Take that, Anna…”

He laughs. When he unzips you, he pulls the dress off your bare chest and down your legs. You don’t shy away, used to the idea now of him seeing you naked. Used to the idea of him seeing you in any vulnerable state; drunk, or naked, or in a sobbing mess on day two of your period.

You notice, even though you’re a tad dizzy with what alcohol is left in your system, that his eyes linger on your panties a moment before he turns and grabs a tee from a chair.

And something inside you ticks.

“Joel?”

He’s pulling the shirt over your head. It smells like him. Intoxicates you much more and much quicker than any drink you could order from Frank’s.

“Mhm?”

You feed both arms through the sleeves, swallowing the question you were about to ask. He’s standing up now, telling you to get into bed.

He walks over to his dresser and begins removing his own clothing. He only sleeps in boxershorts. Your eyes track him as he yanks his t-shirt up over his toned shoulders; fingers undo his belt, unzip his jeans. Everything is discarded to the side for now; he has something more pressing to attend to.

His best friend’s daughter, laying in his bed, a pool of wet forming in her panties.

He just doesn’t know it yet.

As he slips under the covers beside you, you pull off your underwear in one quick movement. Joel doesn’t seem to notice, or so you think; his arms immediately take hold of your waist and pull you against his body. You’ve gotten into the habit of sleeping pressed against his torso, his thigh between your legs. Joel settles comfortably with you draped over him, and lets out a deep sigh.

“Joel?” you whisper again into the darkness, growing braver.

“Hm?” he replies, starting to fall asleep.

You toss ideas over in your head. None of them good, you’re sure, but you’re getting desperate. How he can’t feel your damp core on his thigh, you’ve no idea.

But then, maybe he can? Joel doesn’t miss anything, especially not where you and your…arrangement are concerned. Can he feel you? Is he deliberately ignoring it?

Maybe he has something up his own sleeve?

“I…was just wondering…”

“Wondering what, darlin’?” His voice is muffled, spoken through unmoving lips. You glance up at his face. His eyes are closed.

You grow more desperate.

“…wondering what your body count is?”

You ask it as innocently as you can, your voice wavering on the words body count. It gets him, though, as his eyes blink open a few seconds after you say it.

“I ain’t tellin’ you that. Go to sleep.” He closes them again.

“I wanna know.”

He ignores you.

“Joel,” you moan.

He calls you by name now, and you’re not sure if you’re pissing him off or turning him on – or both.

“Go. To. Sleep.”

“I’m not tired, though. Not yet.”

In response, Joel lets go of his hold on you and rolls over without another word. It’d sting if you weren’t soaking wet right now, and didn’t have a strong hunch he was hardening under the sheets.

“Joooel…” you whine, sitting up on your elbow. No use.

You take hold of his shoulder and tug him back toward you, rolling him onto his back. Like a deadweight, he remains frozen.

“Ugh,” you groan, and drag yourself on top of him, knees either side of his waist, ass hovering. When you sit back onto him, your core lining up with his crotch, your suspicions are proven right.

He’s hard.

Not as hard as he can get, as you’d like him to be, as you’ve felt him before…but he’s hard.

“Joel…” you mewl into the darkness, starting to grind your bare center over his boxers. The friction feels good, so you apply more pressure.

“If you don’t stop that,” Joel’s voice finally grumbles, “I’ll be sleepin’ downstairs.”

“Sex in the living room sounds good to me.”

His eyes open. “We,” one hand comes up to point between the both of you, as if he doesn’t expect your sobering self to understand which pairing he means, “are not having sex. No sex tonight.”

You sigh, shoulders dropping dramatically.

“Huff all you want, baby, it is not happening.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re a few drinks too deep and it’s three in the morning. I’m tired, it’s been a long night waitin’ for you, I–”

“So let me make it up to you. I ain’t even drunk anymore.”

“No?”

“Nuh-uh. Could count any number a’ fingers you put in front of me.”

“Funny.” He closes his eyes.

“Joel.” You drag your hips again. If anything, he’s harder than he was when you first sat down on him. “I had a few drinks, I’ve sobered up. C’mon…”

You bend your waist and lower yourself to align your lips with the side of his head, peppering the skin under his ear with soft kisses.

“I wanna ride you, daddy.”

This gets him. His eyes open again, staring up at the ceiling. His hands slowly come up to rest on your hips.

“Don’t– That’s low, even for you, kid.”

You giggle and straighten up. When your hands lightly trace down his chest, onto his midriff and follow the trail of hair to his boxers, he doesn’t stop you. Just watches from beneath hooded lids, tensing at each point your fingers touch.

You raise your eyebrows, watching his expression for any sign to stop, and it never comes. He remains in place when your fingertips hook around the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling down.

Joel breathes in deep when you reveal the tip of his cock, springing up to rest on his lower stomach. You feel your core clench. If he’s not inside you in the next five minutes, you might scream.

Well, you’ll be screaming either way.

You look back into his eyes and tilt your jaw, asking for permission.

“Go on,” he whispers.

Your hands take him eagerly, pumping up and down his shaft, and his head falls back onto the pillow with pleasure.

“Uhuh,” you mumble, focusing on his solid dick, but desperate for more. You give him a gentle squeeze and a groan passes his lips, his grip tightening on your body.

You let go of him and grind your hips along his length, folds coating his shaft in your wetness. Joel’s humming, watching as you pull yourself up and down him.

Then, you lean forward, and your hands take hold of him again. You give him a couple more strokes, eliciting a deep groan, and then line his bare cock up at your entrance, practically foaming at the mouth to sink down on him already.

“Woah, woah,” Joel takes hold of your wrist, “slow down, cowgirl. I gotta get a condom.”

You huff as he leans over to his nightstand and opens the drawer. “Don’t want one, Joel, I’m on the pill.”

“No way, baby,” he says through a chuckle, silver wrapper in his fingers. “We already did that, one too many times.”

“So just pull out?”

“Nope.”

You sigh, frustrated.

Joel holds the packet out to you, smirk on his face like he doesn’t expect you to take it.

So, you do.

You steal it from him and tear the wrapper, fishing the rubber out between your two fingers. Pinching the top, you roll it down his shaft and pump up and down for good measure.

“Ready?” you ask, head tilted, cocky smile on your lips.

“Wait, wait,” he whispers, shoulders lifting off the mattress. He lifts the hem of your shirt, telling you, “Off,” before pulling it over your head, exposing your bare breasts.

He stares you down; legs wide open, straddling him, completely naked, nipples hardened, figure silhouetted against the slivers of light peeking through the shades from the streetlights outside. You’ve never felt so confident, mounted on top of Joel fucking Miller.

His eyes roll back and his head falls against the pillow. “Fuckin’ – knock yourself out, baby.”

You steady yourself with one hand on his chest, the other taking hold of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. You push his head through your folds a couple times, and Joel hisses at the feeling, before you sink down.

You stop after the tip the first time, but it draws the same reaction from you both. Joel groans even louder than before, and you moan as you push yourself back up.

Then, without warning, you sink the whole way down.

He’s so deep it brings tears to your eyes, so big that he’s stretching you out more than you thought possible, hitting all the right spots already before you’ve even begun.

Joel’s eyes are screwed shut, his grip on your hips digging into your skin so tight it almost hurts. His jaw is tight, holding back what you can only imagine are the neediest moans he could sound.

So, you decide to draw them from him.

You lean forward and begin bouncing, feeling his thickness pull out and push back into you, both hands on Joel’s chest now for balance. You’re whimpering, the burn of his cock stretching your tight cunt so good and borderline painful at the same time, but you don’t stop.

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl,” Joel moans, opening his eyes to watch you ride his dick. “’attagirl, just like that.”

“Joel…” you cry, letting him bottom out each time, feeling his balls slam into your ass with each bounce.

“Yeah? You like that? Tell me, baby, use your words.”

“So – good – Joel – oh!” you shout.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl for me, huh?”

You fight against the urge to close your eyes; the pleasure between your legs and the knot beginning to tighten in your stomach are all you can see, hear, feel, but you want to watch him some more. You want to see what you do to him.

You lean forward even further, moving your hands to the pillow either side of his head, so you’re directly above him now. One of Joel’s hands comes to the back of your head, pulling you down until your foreheads are together, moans escaping your mouths only to be inhaled by the other.

Joel speaks to you quieter, through gritted teeth.

“Like ridin’ me, do ya? Like the way it feels?”

“Mhm,” you moan back, and he brings a hand down to slap your ass. You yelp. “Fuck…”

“You look so good, baby, so good. Such a fuckin’ whore for me, hm?”

Another stinging spank pulls a whine from you so filthy, so loud that you’re sure the neighbors will hear, even at this hour. Joel smirks back, resting his hand back on your hip, where he has a grip of you.

Then, he bucks his own hips, pushing into you deeper than before, so deep you see stars. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, panting through the searing pain so good that you never want it to end.

“Joel – I’m gonna – fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s it, sweet girl, cum all over me. Let go, baby, I’m here.”

That does it. The coil snaps, your walls clench. Joel lets out a guttural moan as you throw your head back and ride him through your orgasm. He coos you through it, squeezing your hips, whispering, That’s my girl, doin’ so good, baby as your body rocks back and forth on his cock.

When you come back down to earth, your lids heavy and breathing staggered, you swear your body can’t take anymore. You feel so fucked out that you’re not sure you can sit up straight on top of Joel.

But he’s always been able to read your mind, and this is no different. He pulls himself up and into you, propped up with one strong hand on the mattress behind his back, the other wrapping around your waist. His cock is still buried deep inside you.

“Joel…” you whimper pathetically. “Can’t do it anymore…”

“That’s okay, baby, we’re gonna do this one together, alright? I got you. Can you do that for me? Just one more?”

You link your arms around his neck and lean into him; his strong form doesn’t shift, just takes on your weight and keeps the both of you upright as he starts to bounce you on his length again.

You’re overstimulated; your cunt swollen, fucked-out, drenched in cum, but Joel makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to let him stop. Your arms pull him in closer to your chest to steady yourself, and his groans echo in your ear.

“Good girl, that’s– that’s it, so fuckin’ tight for me, pretty girl.”

When it all becomes too much to take – Joel’s hand squeezing your waist, your clit rutting against the bottom of his stomach, his fucking cock buried so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him splitting you open – you push him back down onto the bed.

Once when you still lived in New York you read something in a Cosmo about spelling the word ‘coconut’ with your hips when riding a guy. You’d tried it a couple times with hookups, and it’d never done anything for you. They’d never done anything for you.

But here you are, nearing your second orgasm, on top of someone making such a mess of you that you brain can hardly compute to spell coconut, never mind your hips being able to round the shape of the word.

His fingers grip the rim of the black cowgirl hat you’d worn that night. He lies back, flat against the mattress, and reaches up, placing the hat on top of your head. You smile. Joel speaks in a low, gentle, but commanding whisper.

“There you go, cowgirl. Show me how it’s done.”

It’s all you need. It’s all it takes, by this point.

You brace yourself against his chest again, positioning yourself just right, and bounce on him until your vision starts to blur.

The noises slipping out of Joel’s mouth each time your bodies connect at the base of his cock push you closer and closer; every groan and whimper which passes his lips makes you sink your hips down even harder, pushing him deeper and deeper with every bounce.

“So – fuckin’ – big – inside me,” you slur, and Joel moans in response.

When he takes your hips in his hands again, you know he’s there. He’s just waiting for you to fall first.

You give in to him, feeling yourself close around his length, throwing your head back in pleasure as your second orgasm washes over you, igniting every inch of your body.

Joel’s groans meet yours as you lean forward again, slowly rolling your hips to coax him through his own orgasm. Watching him release, buried deep inside, he looks so good that you feel like you could cum again just at the sight.

You feel his cock start to go limp inside you and when he opens his eyes, panting, you smile sweetly at him.

“Fuck, darlin’.”

You giggle, hips still driving gently against his. “Good?”

“So good, baby, did so well. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispers with a trembling breath, taking your waist in both hands and giving it a tight squeeze. You roll to the side, letting his cock slip out of you, condom full of his seed.

You tumble onto the mattress beside him, both heaving, moaning messes. Your chests rise and fall in sync, fingers tangling and untangling by your sides.

Then Joel gets up, and wanders over to the bathroom, where you watch him through the open door as he pulls the filled rubber from his soft dick. He bins it, then runs a facecloth under the faucet, dabbing it across his own forehead as he makes his way back over to you.

You can’t hide your grin as you watch his naked form approach; tan lines where his t-shirt must end, dark hair decorating his arms, legs, chest, the base of his cock. He sits at the edge of the bed, arm outstretched with the flannel in hand.

You go to take it from him, but he doesn’t loosen his grip. Just pats it over your face gently, soft gaze on yours, your fingers intertwined around his wrist. Your eyes fall closed, the cold cloth a relief against your warm, sweaty skin.

“Feel nice?” he whispers.

You nod in response. Your chest swells at how soft he’s being, how tender. When he stands to throw the flannel back into the sink, you almost find yourself reaching out to hold him down.

He climbs over you, springing back down onto the mattress with a heaving sigh.

You prop yourself up and shimmy over, positioning yourself on top of Joel, chest-to-chest. He looks down and smirks, running a lazy hand across your cheek.

“You’re so good to me,” he mumbles.

You tilt your head with a smile and lay down on his chest. You can hear his heartrate slowly calming down. His fingers twist through your messy hair.

“I have no idea what you’re laced with,” he says, “but you got me.”

You smile. “Yeah?”

Joel nods. You shift positions, adjusting your aching hips safely between his thighs. “You hurtin’?” he asks.

You nod. “Mhm. But I like it. It’s you.”

Joel’s hands run through your hair and his fingertips trace your shoulders. His touch is so light it almost tickles. You turn your jaw and kiss the back of his hand.

“My dad gone, Sarah out, free house…” you mutter.

“Hm.”

“So, you invite your mistress over.” You lift your head, smirking at him.

Joel’s chest vibrates with laughter. “You ain’t my mistress.”

“Oh really? What am I, then?”

“I am not having this conversation at 4AM, kid. Ask me again tomorrow.”

You’d think of something to throw back at him, messing with him, but your entire body aches, and your heavy eyes are starting to fold closed with how sleepy you suddenly feel.

You pull Joel’s sheets over yourself, turning your back to him. Joel instantly follows suit, pulling up right behind you, your back tight to his chest, his thighs cupping the back of yours, then slipping one between your legs.

His arms lock around your torso under the sheets. Safe. Secure. Nothing can happen to you as long as he’s got you.

“Ten,” his voice mumbles against the back of your head.

You turn so your ear is pressed against his lips. “Huh?”

“Ten. That’s my number. Includin’ you.”

Oh.

He doesn’t ask to hear yours. You wouldn’t mind if he did, but he doesn’t. You don’t think he’s telling you to hear yours in exchange. He’s telling you because you asked. He’s telling you because, whether in attempt to turn him on or simply to know something about him that you didn’t before – something nobody else knows – it mattered to you.

He’s telling you because you matter to him.

You nuzzle back into him a little, a form of reply, and, as you start to fall asleep, you feel him place a gentle kiss to your ear.

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rootspiral · 1 month ago

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 5

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(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2])

alice so hesitant at the piano

lol even the harpy thought it was shitty for agatha to snatch the main role

✨emoting through the pain✨ you know this dramatic bitch is living for it. and isn't it funny how she knows all the lyrics to lorna's ballad? oh wait not funny I meant painful and devastating.

rio honey it's just cymbals, you're not at coachella

no who am I kidding. you're doing amazing sweetie!!

GIRL.

I know this is cathartic for alice and all, but maybe they could have found a way to make it a tad less dramatic? help her out a little bit? huh, agatha????!?!

that's what I'm saying!! lol she's playing the triangle now

I told you rio can see it!

did I make a separate entry for the song so I can screenshot all the funny faces patti's making? yes, yes I did

and then alice just naturally replaces agatha at the lead? and her voice is so beautiful?? and she's crying and putting all her immense heart and soul into it????

my heart

patti at the maracas!

what in the george a. romero is that

you could go to therapy to learn how to recognize and fight the trauma that shaped your life. or you could do whatever this is.

ooh mama's angry

oh she's fierce. is it just me or is it hot right now? not talking about the literal fire

so cheesy. i llllove it

lol agatha was on the floor doing a grand finale and nobody watched it because alice was outperforming her. and lilia with the tambourine

and this kids is why you tell your mom right away about the gaping wound you got from a metaphorical harpy and you don't let it bleed until you pass out

just... look at agatha in all her deep seated trauma

the way she barks at lilia

the way she begs, she literally begs rio. don't take him away from me again.

and rio looks at her. intrigued, surprised. hurt. and she takes a step back.

"vulnus ab aqua curare", curing the wound with water. when nicky died, agatha was alone. she didn't have a potion witch with her. nobody had ever taught her any healing spells.

“Three of swords.” heartbreak, sorrow, grief. future!lilia witnesses the most devastating tarot yet

the way she looks at jen when the spell works

lilia's soft, oh so soft voice when she says, jennifer, look what you did.

a healer being a healer, no matter what.

the way agatha looks at rio, who didn't take the boy. not this time.

pointing at the saddest most pathetic soaking wet rat of a character: there she is, the love of my life

you guys know what comes next. see ya tomorrow!

go to episode 4 part 6

#agatha all along #agatha deep dive #agatha harkness #alice wu gulliver #jennifer kale #lilia calderu #rio vidal #character study

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foreverisntenough · 10 months ago

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You’re Mine

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Index:

Warnings: This series contains fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I was planning on keeping this just locked in my head so please be nice. I hope you like it! The final chapter is out now! Go read ‘Ours,’ the sequel of this fic! It will chronical what happens in Trent and Y/N’s lives after the final part!

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagines #you’re mine fic

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amymbona · 4 months ago

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Soft launching a relationship with Patrick Zweig - social media au

y/n.serves idk what's so special about this sport

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@.pzweig69 everything huh?

@.tashiduncan please y/n baby tell me you're joking

y/n.serves last night was a blast!!! ✨🍾🎲 (this is from two days ago)

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@.artiedon when was this?

➤ @.pzweig69 two days ago

@.pzweig69 this was literally yesterday wdym :(

➤ @.y/n.serves it was last month actually

➤ @.pzweig69 you're terrible

y/n.serves I MADE IT TO THE US OPEN!!! thank you guys i couldn't have done this without your support <3

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@.tashiduncan the best fan in the world!!!

➤ @.y/n.serves you'll decimate them tash 💗💗💗💗💗

@.pzweig69 no good luck kiss? :(

➤ @.y/n.serves gave art one!

➤ @.artiedon true she did ;)

US-Open | New York

pzweig69 i didn't realise i had a personal photographer lol thanks @.y/n.serves

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@.pzweig69 we won btw

@.artiedon WE'RE THE BEST! :3

➤ @.pzweig69 love u man <3

@.y/n.serves my boys!!!

➤ @.pzweig69 boys? :(

➤ @.y/n.serves boy :)

@.tashiduncan mid

artiedon two wholesome to not post

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@.pzweig69 too*

➤ @.artiedon die

@.tashiduncan i'd recognize that jacket anywhere

y/n.serves much needed escape <3 @.pzweig69

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@.tashiduncan hope you had fun 💗

➤ @.y/n.serves 💗

@.pzweig69 who's that handsome fella in the last pic? ;)

➤ @.y/n.serves pretty cool guy if you ask me

pzweig69 she doesn't know i took a pic of her ass @.y/n.serves

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@.y/n.serves i'll kill you

➤ @.y/n.serves oh wait i can't be mad

➤ @.y/n.serves you stole that first photo btw

➤ @.pzweig69 you stole my heart [this comment was deleted]

@.artiedon the water looks nice :)

pzweig69 does anyone know why girls randomly start dancing???

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@.tashiduncan she's a whimsical fairy

@.artiedon isn't that y/n's dress?

➤ @.pzweig69 ;)

y/n.serves pick a tennis boy, they said... he'd take a break, they said...

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@.tashiduncan omgomgomg!

@.tashiduncan if he treats you bad just say and i'll kick him in the balls

➤ @.y/n.serves 🤭🤭🤭

@.artiedon he's literally squealing and kicking his feet

@.pzweig69 can't force a boy to leave the love of his life

➤ @.y/n.serves OH?

#this literally took two hours to make #challengers #challengers social media!au #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig fluff #bf!patrick zweig #soft launch #social media!au #instagram!au #josh o'connor

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martiansodas-blog · 5 months ago

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hi I’ve been obsessed of your work, so can I request a fanfic where reader is heavily pregnant (8-9 months) and needy and art helps her.

if that’s too uncomfortable or out of your confort zone I apologise

you’re so kind ! this sat in my drafts for so long it grew roots, i’m sorry :( i do appreciate every ask i get, i just work nearly everyday.

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

art is a family man.

he always wanted the americana, white picket fence, nuclear family.

to make it even more cliche, he wanted two kids; a boy and a girl.

and you were about to make his dreams come true.

when art saw you interact with lily he knew he had to make you a mommy as soon as possible.

the need to give his daughter a sibling clawed his way into his chest and never left..

“he’s very active today.” you said happily

arts head is rested in your lap as you lounged on the couch. your hand in his soft blonde locks, his resting over your rounded stomach.

“wants to get out of there, i bet.”

you scoffed, “he’s not the only one.”

he loved quiet moments like this, times when it was just the two of you—or three now.

your son kicked against his hand.

“can’t wait to meet him.” you murmured

his fingers traced hearts all over your belly. ever the loverboy.

“me neither. just a couple more weeks.”

it was unbelievable how much his life had changed.

“you’re gonna be such a good daddy. again.”

a small huff left his nose. he leaned a little closer, leaving a soft kiss.

“you hear that, little man? ive got big expectations to live up to here.”

you chuckled “you nervous?”

he let out a low sigh, moving so he could see you clearly. a lazy smile painted his face as he nodded.

“very.”

“me too, but there’s no one else i’d rather have a baby with.”

he intertwined your fingers and kissed them.

“feeling is mutual.”

art loved you pregnant. it awakened something primal in him. knowing he did that. knowing it’s his kid you’re carrying.

you had a glow to you. not just on your face, but your whole body. beyond that- your essence.

he watched you do your evening skincare from the king sized bed. you looked beautiful—he had always thought you were beautiful, of course… but there was something about the way you looked in this moment. how your curves seemed more pronounced. how there was more of you to love. how you were barefaced and smelling good straight out of the shower.

“you coming to bed soon?”

“why, can’t sleep without me?” you teased

“of course not.”

you padded over to him as he pulls back the covers for you.

you lay on your side, facing art. he grazed his hand over your arm, admiring you.

even this slightest touch from his calloused fingertips gave you goosebumps, made your nipples perk up. like an automatic response.

“how’s your back?”

“eh,” you rolled your eyes, “closer i get to the due date the more it hurts.”

the look on arts face told you that’s unacceptable.

“turn around, i’ll massage you.”

“not gonna say no to that.”

arts warm, big hands acted as a soothing balm.

“you have so much tension, baby. should’ve let me know, i’d have done this a lot sooner.”

his words were barely comprehensible to you, your body finally being relaxed allowed your mind to do the same. for once.

“mmm,”

art bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem like he was making fun. you were just too cute is all!

this was an easy way for him to express his love language.

after merely a few minutes you had to press your legs together. just a little pressure. that’s better.

you figured since you were under the blankets he wouldn’t be about to tell. but this is your husband we’re talking about. nothing goes unnoticed by him.

he brings his mouth right behind your ear. warm breath tickling you.

“is there tension somewhere else i need to get out?”

you let out a pitiful whimper. you can’t help it. you just leaned you head back on his chest.

“aww,” he chuckles, “it’s ok , sweetheart. your hormones are all out of wack, aren’t they? needing me to keep you stuffed all the time. you poor thing.”

“yes,” you whine, trying to press your body back into his as much as you could. it was pretty hard, considering the extra weight you’re hosting.

he smirks and moves you on your back, hovering over you. you don’t have to lift a finger. art will do it all for you. that’s precisely how he liked it.

“well what kind of husband would i be if i couldn’t keep you satisfied?”

art wastes no time. having only wore his little underwear to bed, he quickly removes those. he lifts up your oversized shirt to reveal you didn’t bother with putting any on anything underneath.

he’s not going to waste time. he knows don’t need foreplay. you haven’t in weeks. wanting to fuck just as much as when you were trying to get pregnant.

he doesn’t mind, of course.

the best part about being pregnant? no need to worry about protection.

you couldn’t get enough of arts rigid cock sliding inside you. your walls practically molded to him.

“ohh, that’s it.”

he sank into you, slowly, lovingly. resting his head in the crook of your neck. that’s it’s home. all his moans amplified there. he had to maneuver a bit to not put too much pressure on your belly. always so careful. but hes 6 foot, it’s hardly an issue.

“god, i want to get you pregnant again and again.”

he moaned as he forced cock in all the way. the whole room echoed with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

you whimpered as your nails took residence on his back.

“god, your so beautiful carrying my baby. so sexy. all filled up.”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he brought his fingers to your puffy clit.

sex during pregnancy was always slow and soft. he’s terrified of hurting you.

sometimes you’ll simply cockwarm him. you’ve both grown to love it. being that close. feeling love from the inside out.

art stuck two fingers in his mouth then brought that down to your clit. keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“hnnnh! art!” you gasped

“what, close already darlin?” he cooed

you nodded. you felt like you could cry. which wouldn’t be saying much, you cried a lot these days. to be expected. but this time it’s welcomed.

“please, art, fill me up again.” you begged

it was the again that got him.

everyone already knew you’ve been filled with his cum. strangers in the grocery store, your wholesome religious mother, the other fucking guys in the neighborhood who’s eyes always lingered too long.

art has always had a somewhat high sex drive. so when your third trimester hit and you couldn’t go more than a day without being pumped full? it was like heaven to him.

“yeah? want me to remind you how we made our baby?”

you nodded your head furiously as filthy noises escaped you.

“comon baby, i know you’re almost there. i want you to cum with me and then i want you to taste it.”

you came and came and came around art. time seemed to stop and drag on at the same time. you had to tap him so you could catch your breath. otherwise he would’ve kept fucking you until well after his dick chaffed.

he stilled, remaining inside of you.

“atta girl.”

he gifts your feather light kisses on your forehead.

“did so well for me. always do.”

on your cheek.

“my perfect wife, how lucky am i, huh?”

on the tip of your nose.

you can hear the smile in his voice.

when you come back to earth, he’s there waiting. you opened your eyes you saw those roses cheeks you fell for so long ago.

“hey”

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hey”

“thank you.” you whisper

“dont need to thank me, love. it’s an honor to experience your body, and to see you.”

the tenderness you got to experience with art is something you’d never grow tired of. truthfully you thought men only said stuff like this in movies. his actions only doubled when you showed him that pregnancy test.

“i can’t wait to give you a baby.”

#is somebody gonna match my freak (having his kids)#mike fiast #art donaldson #art donaldson fic #art donaldson fluff #art donaldson x you #art donaldson fanfic #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader

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lila-lou · 10 months ago

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 10/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Virgin Reader, Language

Word Count: 5443

A/N: This is part 10 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As Ben closed the distance between you, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of shyness wash over you. His confident demeanor and assertive attitude only served to amplify your nerves, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in his presence. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, suddenly acutely aware of the intimate setting and the implications of what was about to happen. But despite your apprehension, a part of you couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that stirred within you.

Ben's smirk deepened as he observed your reaction, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?", he asked.

You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to respond to his question. "I…I'm just feeling a bit nervous", you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's smirk softened slightly. "Don't worry, sweetheart", he reassured you, his tone surprisingly gentle. "I'll take good care of you".

Despite his attempt at reassurance, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at the edges of your mind. But as Ben reached out to take your hand in his, a surge of warmth washed over you, easing some of your apprehension.

With a shaky breath, you allowed yourself to be guided further into the room.

As Ben pulled you close, his touch a bit rougher than you expected, a shiver of anticipation coursed through you. His lips met yours in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within you that burned hot.

Before you could fully process the intensity of the moment, Ben effortlessly lifted you onto his hips, his strength both exhilarating and intimidating. With a soft thud, he lowered you onto the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he hovered above you, a hungry look in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness as you found yourself pinned beneath him, your heart racing in your chest. But as Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of the moment.

When Ben's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, you couldn't help but feel the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against your lower belly. His erection strained against the fabric of his pants.

A low moan escaped your lips as Ben's lips found their way to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as you arched your neck, offering yourself up to him completely.

As Ben's lips continued to work their magic on your neck, he seemed to find that sweet spot that made you squirm with pleasure. You couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, the sound music to his ears as he reveled in the sensation of your response.

"Such a sweet sound", he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could listen to you all night".

His words sent a shiver down your spine as he trailed kisses down your chest, leaving a trail of marks.

With a possessive glint in his eyes, Ben's hands moved with purpose as he reached for the hem of your dress. "You're mine tonight", he murmured, his voice low and commanding as he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace panties and bare skin beneath.

As the dress slipped away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him, a thrill of anticipation coursed through you. You couldn't deny the rush of excitement that surged within you at the thought of being completely at his mercy.

Ben's eyes drank in the sight of you, his gaze lingering hungrily on your exposed form. He licked his lips, a low sigh escaping him as he marveled at the sight before him. "Fucking finally", he murmured under his breath, his voice thick with desire.

His hands reached out, tracing the curve of your hips before trailing up to cup your breasts, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "God, I love these", he whispered, his voice husky with longing as he caressed your "perfect little tits".

Ben's lips descended upon your nipples, a surge of pleasure coursed through you, mingling with the slight sting of his bites. His touch was intense, almost bordering on rough, but the sensation sent waves of heat pooling in your core.

You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arched your back.

Ben's lips trailed a path of fire across your skin. "Ben… please". As you whispered your urgent plea for him to take you, a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending vibrations through your body. "Easy there, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I need to get you ready for me first. Wouldn't want to rip you apart now, would we?".

"I know what I'm doing", Ben reassured you, his tone dripping with confidence as he continued to explore your body with his hands and lips. "Trust me, princess, I'll make it good for you".

With that, Ben stood up, he wasted no time in shedding his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hardened length that left you breathless. Your eyes widened at the sight, your breath hitching in your throat as you took in his impressive size.

"Ready for the real fun, princess?", he smirked.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him as a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. "Yes", you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

As Ben approached the bed, a surge of satisfaction washed over him, his smirk widening into a grin of pure anticipation.

Finally, after all the teasing and banter, he was going to have you.

And what made it even more satisfying was the knowledge that he would be the first to ever be inside you.

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he hovered over you, his hands trembling with anticipation as they wandered to your panties. The thought of being the first to claim you, to feel your tightness enveloping him, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through him. It was a feeling of conquest, of dominance, that ignited a primal desire deep within him.

When Ben tried to pull down your panties, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, blocking his access.

A smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at you.

"What's the matter, princess?", he taunted. "Nervous?".

You bristled at his condescending tone, but the underlying thrill of anticipation still pulsed through you. "I just want to make sure you know what you're doing", you shot back, your voice laced with defiance.

Ben chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Trust me, sweetheart", he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I know exactly what I'm doing".

As Ben persisted despite your initial protest, his determination to persuade you evident in the way he pushed your legs apart with a bit of force. But as his lips trailed kisses along your thighs, you were surprised to find that he was actually quite gentle.

The sensation of someone kissing you there was overwhelming, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but surrender to the intoxicating sensation, your protests fading into soft moans of pleasure.

Ben's lips moved with skill and expertise. With each kiss, each caress, he seemed to coax you further and further out of your shell, until you were putty in his hands.

As Ben's tongue skillfully explored your most intimate areas, eliciting moans of pleasure from you, you found yourself overwhelmed by the sensation.

With each flick of his tongue, each gentle caress, he seemed to stoke the fire of desire within you. And though you tried to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, you couldn't help but succumb to the overwhelming pleasure he was offering.

"See?", Ben remarked, his voice laced with arrogance as he glanced up at you. "I told you I knew what I´m doing".

You found yourself moaning in response, unable to articulate anything coherent in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Despite your burning desire, you found yourself unable to contain your impatience, urging Ben to continue his ministrations with desperate pleas.

"Please, Ben", you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Don't stop".

His chuckle sent shivers down your spine, his amusement only adding to the intensity of the moment. "Impatient, aren't we?", he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just getting started".

And with that, he returned his attention to your throbbing heat, his skilled tongue working its magic as you surrendered to the pleasure, lost in the blissful haze of ecstasy.

While waves of pleasure coursed through you, your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, threatening to betray your resolve. But Ben's firm grip held you in place with unyielding force, his voice commanding you to stay still amidst your quivering.

"Fuck", you cursed under your breath, your words punctuated by gasps of ecstasy. "I can't…I can't".

But Ben's voice cut through your haze of sensation, his tone firm and commanding. "Stay fucking still", he ordered, his words leaving no room for argument.

Your breath hitched as his voice rumbled against your wet pussy, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. With a determined effort, you fought to obey his command, willing yourself to remain still despite the overwhelming urge to buck against him.

And as Ben's lips closed around your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you, you couldn't help but marvel at the intoxicating power he held over you.

As the intensity of the pleasure reached its peak, you couldn't hold back any longer.

Gripping Ben's hair tightly, you tugged hard as the waves of ecstasy washed over you, sending you spiraling into a blissful climax.

Ben groaned against you, his own arousal evident as he eagerly lapped at your throbbing core, his tongue tracing circles around your sensitive flesh. The sensation of his warm mouth against your wetness only served to heighten your pleasure, sending sparks through your veins.

Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your cries of ecstasy filling the air as Ben continued to worship you with his mouth. And as you rode out the waves of pleasure, you couldn't help but marvel at the raw intensity of the experience, fueled by the undeniable chemistry between you and Ben.

With a satisfied smirk against your wetness, Ben slowly moved up to your face, his lips glistening with your essence as he pressed them against yours.

"You taste so fucking sweet, princess", he murmured huskily.

As his words washed over you, a sense of pride swelled within you, mixed with the heady rush of arousal that still pulsed through your veins.

The kiss deepened and the intimacy between you and Ben intensified. His lips moved against yours with a fervent hunger, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. The taste of your own arousal on his lips, adding to the heady sensation of desire that enveloped you both.

With each passing moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle yet possessive touch.

The kiss was a symphony of desire, a silent declaration of the unspoken bond that had formed between you and Ben.

Ben's hand reached between you, his touch took you by surprise, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. Despite your initial shock, you couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that raced through you as he carefully pushed a finger inside you.

His touch was confident yet gentle, his movements deliberate as he explored your depths. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt your tightness enveloping him, a sensation that only fueled his desire further.

"Fuck", he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with arousal. "You're even tighter than I thought, princess".

You surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch, you knew that there was no turning back now.

As Ben carefully pushed a second finger inside you, a whimper of pain escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

A smirk playing on Ben´s lips as he watched your reaction. “Can’t handle a little bit of pleasure?”.

You bit your lip, a surge of defiance rising within you despite the ache between your legs. "I can handle more than you think", you shot back, your voice laced with determination.

His smirk widened at your response, a flicker of admiration crossing his features. "We'll see about that", he murmured, his tone tinged with anticipation.

Ben continued to push his fingers inside you in a slow, deliberate manner, you couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through you.

"You're so fucking tight", he murmured against your jawline, his breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses along your jaw. "Feels fucking incredible".

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in its intimacy. Despite the ache and the unfamiliar sensation, you found yourself surrendering to the pleasure, allowing yourself to be swept away by the raw desire that pulsed between you and Ben.

As Ben pressed one more lingering kiss to your lips, a surge of anticipation washed over you, your heart racing in your chest as you felt his warmth against your skin. Your hands trembled slightly as you watched him position himself between your thighs, your gaze locked with his as he reached down to grasp his long, thick erection.

With a few firm pumps, he prepared himself, his gaze never leaving yours as he silently communicated his desire. The intensity of his stare sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core as you braced yourself for what was to come.

With his gaze still fixed on yours, Ben's voice broke through the charged silence, his tone low. "You ready for this, sweetheart?", he asked, his words tinged with a hint of caution. "Because I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna fucking hurt".

His admission hung heavy in the air.

"I'm ready", you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "I want this, Ben".

With a nod of acknowledgment, Ben positioned himself at your entrance, his muscles tense with restraint, he mumbled a gruff "Alright" in response to your affirmation. With one hand braced beside your head, he guided his throbbing member to your entrance.

You gasped as he began to push inside you, his length stretching you in ways you had never imagined. His veins stood out starkly against his skin, a testament to the effort he was exerting to be gentle despite his overwhelming desire.

Beneath him, you clenched your jaw against the discomfort, willing yourself to relax as he slowly pushed deeper. The sensation was intense, bordering on painful, but you gritted your teeth and bore it, determined to see this through to the end.

"Relax", Ben urged, his voice tense with restraint. "I can't push further without causing you fucking pain".

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled to comply with his command, the fear of the impending pain weighing heavily on your mind. Despite your best efforts, your body tensed instinctively, resisting his entry.

Frustration crept into Ben's voice as he pulled back, attempting once more to ease himself inside you.

However, he encountered such resistance that he couldn't proceed without using force. His short temper flared, evident in the strain on his face as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Fuck", he muttered through clenched teeth, his frustration palpable. "Why the fuck are you so fucking tight?".

You winced at his harsh tone, feeling a pang of guilt for causing him distress. But the pain and discomfort were too overwhelming for you to respond.

“I need you to fucking relax”, he groaned.

You met Ben's gaze with desperation written all over your face, your body tensing with the effort to relax. His eyes shifted from where his dick struggled to slip inside you to your face, his frustration evident in the crease of his brow.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. He hoped that the intimacy of the kiss would help to relax you, to ease the tension that gripped your body.

As his lips met yours, a sense of warmth flooded through you, momentarily distracting you from the discomfort between your legs. You melted into the kiss, allowing yourself to be consumed by the sensation of his lips moving against yours.

For a fleeting moment, the pain and frustration melted away, replaced by a sense of connection and intimacy that bound you to Ben in that moment.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of determination welling up within you. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked into Ben's eyes and uttered three simple words: "Just push inside".

Ben's gaze burned with intensity as he whispered against your lips, his voice low and husky with desire. "Gonna make you mine", he promised.

With that, he pushed inside you with one slow but forceful thrust, the sensation of him stretching you sending a shockwave of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. With a sharp intake of breath, you felt him break through your hymen, marking the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship.

As you screamed out quietly, Ben quickly silenced your cries with a tender kiss, his lips soothing against yours. He remained still, not moving an inch, as he gave you time to adjust to his size and the new sensation.

Feeling overwhelmed, you cursed under your breath, gasping for air as you struggled to accommodate him. "That's too much", you whimpered, your voice trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

But Ben only groaned in response, his grip tightening on your hips as he resisted the urge to thrust deeper. "I'm not even fucking halfway in", he muttered, his voice strained with effort.

As Ben slowly pushed a bit forward, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, the sensation bordering on unbearable. You whimpered in pain once again, your breath ragged as you struggled to adjust to his relentless size.

Ben groaned in frustration, his self-control teetering on the edge as he fought the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment. With each agonizing inch, he could feel the tightness of your walls gripping him, driving him to the brink of madness.

But despite the searing intensity of the sensation, he knew he had to proceed with caution, to ensure that he didn't cause you any more pain than necessary.

Ben's grip on your hip tightened, the pressure almost bruising as he struggled to maintain control. His frustration bubbled to the surface, mingling with the raw desire that pulsed through him.

"Fuck, why are you making this so difficult?", he muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of irritation. "You need to relax, sweetheart, or this is going to be a lot worse for you".

Despite his harsh words, there was a note of concern in his voice, a flicker of genuine worry beneath the rough exterior.

As you mumbled some apologies, your face contorted in pain, you urged him to push through, desperation evident in your voice. Ben's gaze softened slightly at the sight of your distress, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience.

"Alright", he relented, his voice gentler now as he tried to soothe your discomfort. "I'll try to make this as quick as possible".

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, his resolve hardening as he prepared to push forward. Gripping your hip firmly, he braced himself for the final push, determined to make this as painless as possible for you.

As Ben pushed forward, his jaw clenched in concentration, you felt the last of your resistance give way.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt him finally slip the last inches inside you, the sensation both overwhelming and painful.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to endure the discomfort, clinging to Ben for support.

His own breath hitched as he felt you yield to him, his gaze softening with a mixture of relief and concern.

"I've got you", he murmured. You nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words as you grappled with the intensity of the moment. But even as the pain threatened to consume you, a sense of triumph washed over you, knowing that you had finally crossed this threshold .

Ben stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. You felt a sense of relief wash over you. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull ache that gradually subsided as your body accommodated him. Leaning down, Ben captured your lips in a tender kiss, his touch gentle and reassuring.

As you clenched around him, you felt the heat radiating from his chest above you. You couldn't help but notice a change in his demeanor. His gaze now seemed distant and empty, sending a shiver of unease down your spine.

"Ben?", you asked cautiously, a note of concern creeping into your voice.

But there was no response, only a blankness that seemed to envelop him.

As you whispered his name again, fear gnawing at the edges of your consciousness, Ben took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort to regain control. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the mask of intensity.

"I've got it", he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I just needed a moment".

You nodded, relief flooding through you as you watched him gather himself. The intensity of the moment had been overwhelming for both of you.

As Ben leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, you felt a sense of reassurance wash over you.

With another deep breath, Ben slowly began to move, his movements careful and deliberate. Despite his efforts to be gentle, a wave of pain washed over you as he stirred inside you.

You winced, your face contorting with discomfort, as you struggled to endure the sensation. Ben's brows furrowed with concern as he felt your reaction, his movements faltering for a moment. "Can handle the pain?”, he mumbled, trying to hold his promise of trying to be gentle

You nodded weakly, mustering a small smile to reassure him. "I'm okay", you whispered, though the strain in your voice betrayed your discomfort.

With a deep breath, Ben adjusted his movements, seeking to find a rhythm that minimized your discomfort. As he continued to move, his movements gradually became smoother and more fluid, each thrust guided by a desire to bring you pleasure rather than pain.

"Taking me better than I thought you would", Ben murmured, his voice tinged with surprise and admiration

His words were a mixture of awe and satisfaction as he marveled at your resilience and ability to endure.

Slowly, the initial discomfort began to fade, you found yourself slowly starting to enjoy the rhythm of Ben's movements. Despite his usual rough demeanor with women, he seemed to be making a conscious effort to be more gentle with you.

With each thrust, the pleasure grew, building in intensity until it threatened to overwhelm you.

As the intensity of your connection deepened, Ben's control began to slip, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He groaned with each thrust, his breath growing ragged as he felt you clenching around him.

With each passing moment, the pleasure built to a crescendo, the tension between you reaching its breaking point.

You reached the peak of your pleasure, your body convulsed around him, squeezing him with an intensity that took Ben by surprise. His hand nearly crushed your hip as he continued to thrust into you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

"Look at me", Ben commanded, his voice deep and dry, his gaze locking onto yours with an almost possessive intensity. He wanted to see the raw desire reflected in your eyes.

And as you met his gaze, the connection between you intensified.

As you reached the pinnacle of your pleasure, your body convulsed around Ben, squeezing him with a fervor that left him breathless. The intensity of your orgasm was mirrored in his own as he felt himself losing control, unable to hold back any longer.

With one final, deep thrust, Ben spilled inside you, his release mingling with yours. The sensation of him pulsing within you only served to heighten your pleasure.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of passion. And as the waves of pleasure began to ebb, you found yourselves breathless and spent, the echoes of your shared climax still lingering in the air.

As the aftershocks of your climax slowly faded, Ben remained still, his body pressed against yours, both of you breathing heavily. You felt completely spent beneath him, your limbs heavy.

After a moment of silence, Ben's voice broke through the heavy air, his words a whispered reassurance in the stillness of the room.

"You okay?", he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as he waited for your response.

You nodded weakly, unable to form words as you struggled to catch your breath.

Ben chuckled deeply as he shifted slightly, his movements careful as he pulled his softening member slowly out of you. A whimper escaped your lips at the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and lingering pleasure washing over you. His cum mixed with your blood, creating a sticky mess that dripped down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.

As Ben withdrew, he glanced down at you with a smirk.

"Well, princess, how was it for you?", he asked, his tone laced with a touch of sarcasm. You struggled to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.

"It was… intense", you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Ben chuckled softly, a sense of satisfaction evident in his features. "That's one way to put it", he remarked, his gaze lingering on your flushed face. "But don't worry, sweetheart, you'll get used to it".

You gazed at him weakly, still feeling the aftermath of your intense encounter, as Ben got up suddenly, lifting you in his arms and carrying you towards the bathroom.

"Thank you", you murmured softly, grateful for his care despite his rough demeanor.

Ben gave you a small nod in response, his expression softening momentarily before returning to its usual cocky smirk. "Don't mention it, princess", he replied gruffly, his tone belying a hint of tenderness beneath the bravado.

As Ben placed you in the shower with him, your legs nearly gave out, but he held you steady, his strong arms supporting you. You leaned against him, grateful for his stability as you struggled to keep your balance.

"Easy there", he murmured while he adjusted the temperature of the water, ensuring it was just right. "I've got you".

You nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as the warm water cascaded over your skin, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the remnants.

As Ben held you close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around you, his hands gently moving over your body as he helped clean you up. With your back pressed against his chest, you could feel the warmth of his body radiating against you.

His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he washed away the remnants of your intimacy. But as his hands brushed through your folds, a shiver of desire coursed through you, your breath catching in your throat.

You could feel his growing arousal pressing against you, another massive erection forming against your lower back. You weakly whimpered, expressing your inability to handle another round, Ben chuckled deeply in your ear, the sound carrying a hint of arrogance. His lips brushed against your neck in a tender kiss, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered softly, "I know, sweetheart".

With a sigh of contentment, you leaned into his embrace, allowing yourself to be swept away by his strength and presence. In that moment, as you stood together beneath the soothing spray of the shower, you couldn't help but acknowledge the allure of his confidence and charisma, even amidst the exhaustion of your shared experience.

As you whispered weakly about your need for sleep, you leaned heavily against Ben, your body feeling like it might give way at any moment. You expressed the urgency of his embrace, acknowledging that without his support, you might simply sink down to the tiled floor of the shower.

Ben tightened his hold around you, his arms strong and reassuring as he held you close. "I've got you, princess", he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against your weariness. "Let's get you to bed".

With gentle guidance, he led you out of the shower, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of your fatigue. As you stumbled slightly, he caught you effortlessly, his strength unwavering as he guided you towards the bedroom, where the promise of rest awaited.

Ben guided you to the bedroom, you leaned on him for support, grateful for his steadying presence. With each step, the exhaustion weighed heavier on your limbs, but his firm grip kept you upright.

As you reached the bed, Ben gently eased you down onto the soft mattress, his touch tender despite the lingering desire that simmered between you.

As Ben laid down beside you, you mustered the strength to speak, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know you’re not one for cuddling”, you began, your words hesitant. “But could you make an exception… just for tonight?”.

Ben’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re awfully needy, aren’t you?”, he teased, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

"Yes, I am", you admitted with a weak chuckle, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as Ben's arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. "But I promise I won't make a habit of it".

Ben chuckled softly, his touch surprisingly gentle as he held you close. "We'll see about that", he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth. "Just for tonight, though".

With a contented sigh, you nestled against his chest, feeling a sense of comfort settle over you as you drifted off to sleep in his embrace.

Ben pulled you closer while you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His warmth enveloped you, casting a sense of security and tranquility over you as you snuggled closer to him.

For a moment, all the worries and uncertainties faded away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment in the warmth of Ben's embrace. In that moment, you felt safe, cherished, and utterly at peace.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you closed your eyes, allowing the gentle rise and fall of Ben's chest to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

As Ben watched you drift off to sleep, a tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering as he traced the contours of your features. With a soft sigh, Ben pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

But as he gazed upon you, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. His heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with the overwhelming surge of emotions that flooded through him.

"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, the weight of the revelation settling heavily upon him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I think Ben did actually pretty good ._.

Part 11

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 6 months ago

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I’ve never done a request, and obviously you can say no. But I’d love to hear what you think the sleep tokens would be like with a gf/wife/whatever who had a baby and are not comfortable with the way their body has changed??

I’m 9 months post partum and I’m having a hard time with this, so, idk, you’re so good at writing.

Thank you ♥️♥️

Be kind to yourself mama, you grew a whole new life. ✨🤍

Vessel

Let’s face it, you were a muse to him before your pregnancy but the thought of you growing his baby alerted his brain chemistry. He wanted to be a part of everything. The smallest of things like your back or side itching was interesting to him. So he weathered the storm in your head for you. Jumping at any given moment to remind you just how beautiful you were.

That didn’t change after you delivered the baby. Hair tangled and unwashed for days? Still pretty to him. He would just offer to take your bundle of joy and let you have your time. Or if you need help he’s settling the little one and he’s right there in the shower with you. Sitting you down on a little stool and washing your hair for you. Shirt covered in spit-up and breast milk stains? He couldn’t care less you are still stunning to him.

So he sees it. The glazeqd look in your eyes as you feed your baby. Head thrown over the back of the sofa. Vess settles beside you. Handing you an iced water bottle. Waving a little waffle bar in front of you. One that you just look at before shaking your head. That’s enough to make him frown.

“Do you want a different snack?”, he glances over to the kitchen, “Frozen yogurt bites? Nutella on toast? Crisps?”. You shake your head at it all. “Okay… do you want me to cook you something. We have that brownie mix or I can make you pancakes?”, and you know he would because there wasn’t a craving that went unsatisfied during your pregnancy.

“An apple of carrots might just do”, you shrug. Vessel tilts his head to the side, “You crave sugar when you breastfeed. Apples are tart, well the ones we have are. I could run to the…”, you reach out pressing your hand onto his thigh. “There’s no need, we’ll just eat dinner later on”, you try to smile at him but you can practically see the gears turning in his head. He doesn’t push but his eyes are demanding answers.

“It’s time I seriously start thinking about losing the baby chub I still have”, the words feel sour on your tongue, and from the way Vessel frowns you can tell that it tastes just as sour to him. “Your body grew our child”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, but I want to fit into my jeans again”, you scoff, not sure why you were biting back at him. Vessel stands up, reaching for your hand, “Can you stand up real quick”, and it’s not a question. His arms are steadying you as you both move. The baby lets out an annoyed grunt from all the commotion. One that Vessel is quick to soothe with a couple of kisses to their head.

And then he’s careful dragging you towards the bedroom. Towards your biggest enemy. The full wall mirror. But he doesn’t let you halt as he pulls you right in front of it. Standing protectively behind you. Leaning in to kiss the side of your head, your shoulder.

“I’m starting to think that we see very different things when we look in the mirror”, he says. “Bet, you are a sex god and I am just…”, you start only to be cut off by Vess, “I dare you to finish that sentence”. And there’s an edge to his voice now. The protector in full force. You feel your eyes sting slightly. “You are talking shit about a body that grew our baby”, he continues, hands reaching for your sides as he pulls you against him. “You grew eyelashes, little toes, blue eyes here”, his fingers snake beneath the stained shirt, gliding effectively over your skin. “But I was pretty before this”, you hiccup slightly, watching him watch you in the mirror. “You were”, he admits before adding, “You’re gorgeous now”. Your heart skips a beat and you let a sob slip past your lips. Leaning your head back against his chest. Vessel is right there ready to kiss each tear away. Ready to breathe you in. Until you believe in it too.

iii

He had just come home after rehearsals. Arms full of shit he randomly bought at a grocery store cause Thursday was always movie night. He halts listening for the noises around the apartment. The bub should be having an evening nap now and at times it means you’re also napping so he doesn’t want to disturb either one of you. It’s the light sniffing that makes his senses perk up almost immediately. So iii is kicking off his shoes in a hurry as he moves towards the sound.

He finds you in the laundry room. Hands clenching onto a white dress he knew you had worn so many times back when you two used to go clubbing still. Your tear-stained cheeks kill him internally. He can handle lots of shit but not you crying. So iii is reaching out to you, making you jump ever so slightly. “Shit, I didn’t hear you”, you breathe out, quickly wiping your damp cheeks. But you know that the damage is done. He saw you. Lying about it would be pointless.

He comes to tower over you, both palms cupping your cheeks as he lifts your face so he can see you better, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, he muses. Blue eyes drowning you in. “Come here look at me”, he urges, reaching down to hold onto your thighs as he lifts you, setting you down on the washing machine. Parting your thighs so he could step between your legs.

You let out a deep sigh, “Just don’t feel like me”, admitting it out loud feeling just painful. “What do you mean by that?”, he has an inkling where this is going but he��s not about to jump to conclusions. Even more so not pointing it out because he doesn’t want to fuel the fire that’s already burning.

“Have you seen my tits my shirt straps are holding on for dear life”, you grunt, with a shake of your head. “Oh I’ve seen them”, iii can’t help but smirk, “wouldn’t mind seeing them more often”, he wiggles his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side so he can lean closer to you.

“iii”, you can’t help a little snort that slips past your lips. “What? I am an honest man”, he puts his palm on his heart before reaching out to squeeze your thighs, “Same goes for your thighs if I could I would be all over you”, he wraps your legs around his torso. You look up at him, “Yeah but I’m… don’t you think that I’m ugly now, not as hot?”, you ask, before chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Not as hot?”, iii raises his eyebrows, “Mama, you are the hottest. Sizzling hot, look”, he presses a finger to the swell of your breast, letting out a hiss before blowing at the tip of his finger as if he had just gotten burnt. You can’t help but let out a laugh as you shake your head, “You’re unbelievable”. A grin spread over his face, “No, you are unbelievable, unbelievably beautiful”, he pointed out, reaching to cup your jaw, “You brought life into this world that’s fucking breathtaking”, he muses against your lips before leaning in to kiss you.

He has the baby sprawled on his forearm. Little koala straddling a tree trunk. He loves it like that. The little kicks growing into sleepy calmness. He’s mixing eggs with a fork with the other hand. Humming a tune beneath his breath, a new melody he’s been working on with the boys.

“I’m not going”, his happy bubble is busted with the sound of your voice as he turns towards you. “What do you mean you’re not going?”, he frowns slightly. Eyes falling over your curves and the summery dress you had on. Maybe not going was a good option. If he got the baby to sleep he would have you all to himself and if he could just yank the skirt part up…

“Look at me”, you huff in frustration making ii blink. “I am looking, I’m looking”, he nods not following your train of thought. “And?”, you say in frustration. He frowns slightly, “And?”, he repeats your question because he’s genuinely not seeing an issue or maybe the dress was new and he should have said something about it. “I look pathetic in this. I can’t go out looking like that”, you pull at the material of your dress before turning to the side, pinching the bride of your nose.

ii bounces the still half asleep baby in his arms, before carefully lowering them into the swing. He doesn’t have to see you. He can feel the tears streaming down your face. Each tear leaving a new crack in his heart. So he’s turning to you, reaching for your hand but you bat his arms away from you. “Nah, I ain’t having any of this”, he muses, stepping in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face, and guiding them over his torso instead.

“Did someone say anything about the way you look?”, he asks, “Cause I am not opposed to shoving drum sticks up someone’s ass”. You just shake your head, “Everything just feels different, I feel like every part of my body is not mine”, you admit, lip wobbling. “You were just pregnant, you’re feeding a child now and your hormones are once again having a field day”, he states firmly, “Why are you taring yourself apart for something so natural and normal?”, “I just want to feel like myself again”, you muttered, resting your head on his chest. “We can go clothes shopping if you hate what you have, clothes are meant to fit you not the other way around. We can go work out together if that would make you feel better and I am not referring to sex, although…”, ii trails off. “ii”, you grunt, making him smirk, “I’m just saying, if you need me home more so you could do more stuff that would make you feel better, you let me know and I will make it happen”, he reaches out, cupping your face. Carefully brush some of your hair away from your face.

Ivy had a feeling that something had been off for some time now. You’ve been pushing his hands away from your body, or simply escaping his embrace. You stopped changing in front of him. Instead opting to take your clothes to the bathroom. But it’s the Sunday morning that does it for him. He had just settled the baby for the morning nap after feeding them the bottle. He hears the shower running and as if on out-pilot, he’s yanking his shirt over his head. Grabbing the baby monitor and walking towards the shared bathroom. He’s tugging at his shorts when his shoulder collides with the door. He frowns, reaching for the handle only to find it locked. A part of him understood your need for alone time but he much rather get told off and be shushed out of the bathroom than be locked out of it.

So he sits on the bed, right in front of the door. Waiting for you to come out. Not angry not frustrated, but feeling the need to finally bring this up. You unlock the door sometime later. Halting mid-step when you see iv sitting there. “I wasn’t expecting you here”, you chuckle slightly. “We always shower together”, he points out. You watch him for a moment. “You locked the doors”, he says softly, “not that it’s a bad thing, you can do that just… I feel like you’ve been avoiding me”. His words make your heart ache.

“And if I’ve done something to upset you, I would love to know 'cause I am too stupid to see that”, he gets up walking closer to you. You let out a deep sigh but don’t push him away this time. Missing his touch just as much. “I’m sorry”, he mumbles, and you shake your head, “You haven’t done anything wrong it’s all on me”, you let your fingers run over his arms as you think over your next words. “I just… I don’t look the same and I… I guess I was hoping I could bounce back and then you wouldn’t have to see me out of shape”. The sentence comes out like one big breath. You watchiv blink slowly. He opens his mouth a couple of times before closing it.

“I’m sorry but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard”, he shakes his head, “What do you mean bounce back? See what? I’ve seen everything. I put frozen pads in your nickers may I remind you of that, after putting that squirty thing to hose it down”. “It’s a peri bottle, not a hose”, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. “Doesn’t change the point”, he shrugs.

“I just don’t like how I look and I guess…”, your voice dies down as you bite your lips. “Well, rock into my fucking garden. I’ve done a shit job of reminding you of how beautiful you are to me”, iv wraps an arm over your middle, pulling you close to him. “Should have seen through this. I just thought you needed alone time”. He presses his forehead to yours, “Not running a hate campaign against yourself. We can’t have that, love”. You give him a sad smile, “I’ve missed you”, you mutter. “I’m here and I’m taking over your worshipping”, his hands reach behind your thighs as he pulls you up and into his arms.

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